#he is like …those stress toys that eyes pop out…ya know the ones

[pigdemonart]

Lots to considerrrrr…Got tricked into kidnapping Luigi instead of the princess…but is it really that bad?

Doodles turned into a short comic. I just like when Luigi is stress ball size ya know?? :]

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[edajcheel]

MY SECRET DESIRES ~

Synopsis: What are their darkest fantasties about you?

Characters: Floyd L. & Jade L.

Gender of MC: Your choice

TAGS: YANDERE. Gore, very sadistic, delusion, cannibalistic, control, self-centered eels, bloody, forceful, weird experiments, messed up sense of love, BEWARE.

Floyd ♡

He loves squeezing the lives out of people's bodies. He loves seeing the agony in their faces. The eyes bloodshot and wide, and their veins popping. Floyd Leech is a man with unique tastes. A very sadistic creature all and all.

Whenever he gets tasked to deal with Azul's special clients, Floyd couldn't be more rapturous.

Cornering his victim, and wrapping his large hands around their throats just so he can give a harsh squeeze. The wails of his victims getting cut off instantly after their windpipe gets crushed on. and their pleas for him to let go.

You look like your havin' a difficult time there, huh?

He squashes their throats brutally with no mercy, waiting for their eyeballs to pop out of their sockets– as if it was just a simple toy in his hands. Their skin soon pales and then death waits for them at the door. Shortly, he throws them on the ground, and discards them. Nonchalantly walking away from the poor soul that had their esophagus compressed into mash.

Floyd Leech wants to consume you.

His eyes trail over to you everytime your in his vicinity. His eyes were always captured by you. His heterochromia eyes that looked you up and down. and was always the blame for his fantasies. His delusional thoughts that made him lick his bottom lip sinisterly. One could never see through what his eyes and mind made up.

He wants to take you in his grasp. and shower you with all his affection and love. He wants to give you his candies, and skip classes with you. He wants to cradle you, and bother you everyday. He wants to be the only one who gives you food. He wants to be with you, every hour of the day. He wants to squeeze you, so you can feel his never ending love for you.

He wants to hug you tightly, and squeeze out all the air from inside you. He can't help but get hot under his collar by seeing you gasp for air. F-floyd..! S-stop! He's infatuated with the way your veins pop in adrenaline. Your eyes that widen like oysters make his heart melt. Your overwhelmed by his amount of love.

Floyd Leech can't get enough of you.

No, he's not hurting you. Are you slow in the head, shrimpy? He's loving you! Why would you accuse him of something like that.

Blood drips from your lips, the result of your teeth that had to nip into something out of stress. But your eyes are locked on Floyd's eyes. His eyes are full of misinterpretation and worse, obsession.

Floyd wants to pop you like a balloon, so your blood can splatter everywhere around his bedroom. So he can smell you everyday in his life, that will surely make him happy every second of the day. Nothing could make him any more content than you. This is why he's doing this. He's showing you his true love for you. He wants you to know that he loves you so much that he even wants to devour you.

Floyd wants to burst you open and capture the sight of your guts littered onto the floor, and your blood splattered about on his walls. He wants to snap your bones, and cut you open so he can see that bloody, and tasty flesh. He wants to bite into your fresh and warm body hard enough that he takes a chunk out of you. He'll sink his canines into your flesh and chow down.

He'll suck on your fingers and eat you all up, even licking the small puddles of blood. He won't leave anything behind. Soon, you'll finally become one with him.

But he won't do that just yet. He wants to be able to smell your scent, hear your comforting voice, and listen to your breathing patterns for much longer.

Your not one of those many lame toys he's squeezed.

No, your different. Your something he truly loves. And your going to have to deal with his sick view of what love is.

I'll squeeze in so much of my love for ya, that you'll just be my brainless lil' shrimp! ♡

Jade ♡

Jade Leech adores the unexpected. The exciting and almost ecstatic stimulation of getting outwitted, and kept on his toes is what keeps his drive. The surprising abnormalities and unanticipated results are things he observes with pleasure.

He's always waiting in suspense for the same thrill to fill up in the pit of his stomach. He's quite fond of letting Mother Nature naturally decide what chaos to ensure next.

But, he doesn't mind making havoc by himself either.

For instance, his terrariums. He loves them dearly, and tends to them whenever he can. Although, the thing a terrarium desperately needs to survive and persevere is an almighty God that would take care of it consistently. and a man like Jade is perfect for that job.

He's an experimentalist. When he's interested in something, his curiosity may be endless at times. His curiosity may never be a good thing either...

To damage his own creations for his interest– he wouldn't hesitate. He is their God, after all, he doesn't need to worry. He can fix them right back up again. He doesn't have any limits, or rules to abide by while observing his terrariums.

Similar to how he examines an organism like you.

He studies you frequently, passing by halls, the cafeteria, Mostro Lounge, and even the few classes you both share together. He eloquently writes down his observations in his personal diary about you like it's his regular day task.

Jade Leech is aching to tie you down and inspect you.

Such an intricate specimen. A land dweller with the most interesting features. Something he's never seen. He wants to study every aspect to you. Print all the research he's done on you in his little diary dedicated to you.

But things could be a little bit tough. and some might say overboard. Sharp edges of knives, masks that conceal, rope that could tear skin, collars that may so constrict the breathing, needles as sharp as the deadliest sea creature that draws blood, and claws that tease your gut.

Let out those delectable reactions of yours, and entertain him as best as you possibly can. Let your blood seep from the thin, but deep cut on your arm into the tube. Let him collect every riveting piece of you so he can commence with his research efficiently.

Jade Leech wants to hold your beating heart in his bare hands.

As much as he adores looking at your external features. His curiosity can't help but tug even deeper. His, or, your most prized possession is the bleeding, and alive heart that sits right underneath your chest.

The heart that quickens within when he draws near, but slows in relief as he leaves.

He wants to plunge into your body, and snatch your heart. He'll protect it by all means and even make a terrarium just for your love.

The fleshy and squishy substance in his hands are evidence to which that your love will, and always, belong to him.

Jade grins with glee, as he holds your love gently and sweetly while he places his other hand right over his chest where his own heart is. Jade connects your hearts together like the red string of fate, a show of how soulmates could never part. You are his soulmate as much as he is your soulmate.

As long as he holds the epitome to your love, never will you escape. and never will he let you. Do remember, red strings could never be cut after you've finally met your one.

His diary filled with information that you probably didn't know yourself lays in front of him. While he sits on his bed, in his own world.

Floyd, his dear brother, calls out to him and that's enough to crack his thoughts into half.

Perhaps.. That experiment could wait another day.

He still has several blank pages to fill out beforehand.

My deepest apologies, I didn't realize that it looked like I was staring in your perspective. Do forgive me. ♡

A/N: have been busy as helllllll 💔💔💔 but managed to get these short scenarios down. Promise I'll finish the overlord! Leech twins soon... I got some juicy ass fanfics in the future tooOOOO

Loved writing this- YANDERE IS MY SPECIALTY

Another A/N: I wrote Floyd while thinking about how wild and chaotic he is. My impression of him made me write how he was in this small fanfic. He's pretty possessive, and perhaps even selfish. He's a cheerful, cute son of a bitch, but that doesn't take away his ravenous and whole rollercoaster of mood swings. Which is why I made his section more... unexpected? I don't know how to explain it. But I tried making his fic more unpredictable and.. chaotic? I hope I accomplished that.

Again, the same with Jade. He's a pristine, and elegant son of a hoe. He's very formal with his ways. Which is why I decided to make his more.. well-behaved and refined unlike Floyd. But, again, he's also very.. sly and crafty. Selfish too. So I tried my best trying to add that detail into his fic too.

[diejager]

ooh! ooh! calling who boo! vice dorm leaders!

It took some time cuz I don't know then that well (plus summer class) but here ya go!

Calling who boo?

Yan & normal vice dorm leader

Tw: yandere behavior, threats, manipulation, stalking, worshipping, training, controlling.

Note: not proofread.

Wd: 2.6k

Trey Clover

As the easy-going and laid-back member of the two, Trey doesn't mind these sweet nicknames. They attract attention from some students, making the two of you stand out, but the soft feeling he got from being called 'bae' or 'babe' was satisfying enough for him to ignore it. Although it went against his principles, if it were you, he was fine.

He would laugh it off with pink cheeks in public and accept it with a cheeky grin in private. Sometimes, he'd return the nicknames with his own twist related to food - something he excelled at.

Perhaps he was shocked at first, wide eyes and dumbfounded mien, he'd ask if he heard right or if you confused him with someone else (honestly, how could you confuse his clover and green hair for anyone, no one other than him had those sticking details). You would rush to him, arms outstretched and jump on him at random times. He stumbled and almost fell most of the time, but still wrapped his arms around you. He liked this affection.

Trey really took a liking to giving and receiving nicknames, so much so, that he would call you 'sugar' before you could even think of calling him 'boo'.

Trey knew you called other people by nicknames too, he was aware of what went on in and outside Heartslabyul - he wasn't oblivious. You were very outgoing and sociable, so - of course - he expected you to give others the same treatment. He wasn't blind nor deaf, he was conscious and knowledgable when it came to you. He also knew that he was the only one who returned your calling.

It still made him feel unique after having seen how other students reacted to you. Although it left a fit of nagging jealousy, it made him feel better.

"Boo!" you jumped in his open arms, nuzzling against his cheek.

"Sugar, how are you?"

His nicknames would be sugary sweet, full of love and feeling, even though you never explicitly told him that you had feelings for him - it might've made his heart sore.

Thought being able to embrace you made him feel better, made his pained heart bloom with mirth.

Who cares if caring for you gave him more stress, attention and responsibilities, you were worth all the trouble.

"Do you understand, Sugar?" he whispered, holding you hostage against a wall in the deserted hallway. "You won't talk to anyone during lunch, if they're the one to speak first, make it short."

Trey wouldn't be the type to confine you or be delusional, he's possessive and controlling, restricting you from saying or talking to some students. He wasn't delusional at all, he knew you feared him when he got mad, and that's why you listened to him; after all, he had an extremely short fuse when it came to you.

Ever so level-headed and the mature one of the twins, Jade wouldn't waver at the names. Smile and thank you, he would; blush, however, that wasn't something he'd do. That's why he was the vice-dorm leader between him and his brother.

Jade Leech

He isn't materialist or too emotional, he was professional in many ways, and he was formal and worked hard. He could be trusted to never fall, that's why you would enjoy trying to tick him off by teasing him. It was a small distraction from his usual routine, it didn't stop him from working or studying, but he received quite the laugh from time to time. So, perhaps, it wasn't too bad.

It became a part of his routine, he'd wait for you to pop out of nowhere and surprise him with one of your cute pet names. Floyd would occasionally jump in for a name from you - not that he minded, they always shared things: food, toys, friends, pets, etc.

Although he said he's fine with sharing, that was limited to Floyd and Floyd only, outside of his twin, it brew jealousy into his heart. That's why he'd get irked if he heard, saw or knew you called someone by a nickname. He simply detested the mention of it.

Not to mention possessive; he likes taking care of his things, of his possession, he kept everything he's owned in pristine quality. So if someone dared touch you, he would get a bit violent - he still had an image to keep. Though, perhaps if they were your friend, he would let it slip, just for you.

"Bae! Let's go water your terrariums!" you hugged him from behind, arms wrapped around his neatly fashioned uniform.

"Alright, let's go," Jade wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you along the hallway, a smirk playing on his lips from the stares he received. "Why don't you stay for supper too, hmm?"

"Let's try this once more, (Name). We've been over this a few dozen times, now, you should be able to grasp it."

As mentioned before, Jade is possessive, if you added yandere to the problem, he'd become extremely possessive, wanting to own every finger of your being. Having this habit of growing plants and raising bugs and fauna for his terrarium collection, he'd see it through that you're properly trained - he's always wanted to try it. In a way, it was a solution for not letting others approach you in a way that Jade hates when he's not around, you'll know how to dodge them.

Jamil's calm and mannered, he's careful with everything he does, even speaking to you, but he appreciates the importance you give him. Having someone praise him for more than a helping hand around the dorm or gratifying words for helping the dorm leader. Everything he did wasn't too perfect nor too horrible, just enough of both to stay out of people's eyesight.

Jamil Viper

You, however, always praised him for the simplest things he did to his most outstanding skills. You hugged him when he brought you snacks, you thanked him when he helped you with assignments, you smiled at him so softly that he felt like his heart would burst when you two spent time together and you called him sweet nicknames when you talked to him.

Jamil figured that having you by his side wouldn't be so bad, he enjoyed your presence. He liked it that you ran to him whenever you saw him, hearing you scream out 'boo' in the middle of the hallway always made him smirk as his heart fluttered; or when you'd pop out while he cooked or prepared dessert for the dorm and help him however he asked - without him using his unique magic.

He never shows or brags about how good his abilities are, but he could never deny wooing you when you peer around the corner with a small, yet adorable :

"Bae?"

He likes thinking that he had something to himself, something that Kalim, the person he's bound to listen to, didn't have - or so he thought.

He was more so betrayed than heartbroken when he saw you call Kalim 'boo' from afar, he thought that the both of you had something special, something that none other had with you, perhaps, in his mind, you were as in love as he was with you.

He might feel the pain, but he won't show it, he'll act exactly the same, smirk at you, welcome you, invite you, work with you, but his eyes won't have their usual gleam. You'd realize the change, of course, how could you not when you spent more than half your time with him? That's why you had to confront him, he took things better upfront.

"Boo, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings," you approached him, but he smiled and denied understanding why you suddenly said that. "Don't lie to me, Jamil. Tell me what j did so I can mend back your pain."

Hearing you say his name shook him, it added a bigger impact to your plea, the rarity of his name leaving your lips made him cave - he had only heard you call him by his name once before in a conversation.

It might take some time for you two to go back to the way you were, but after promising to call others by any pet name except 'boo' - you were stubborn, liking to call people by nicknames - you two eased back to the usual duo in a few days.

"Come on, you saw how they reacted when you told them about us, you wouldn't want to get hurt right? Then you better stay by my side, (Name)."

A yandere Jamil wouldn't mind using his unique magic on you, Snake charmer was his own, so - in his mind - it was as if God had blessed him with this to keep you his. If it doesn't work, he has a silver tongue, very eloquent and convincing on you as much as on other students; he'd put more effort with you than others though. He'd also be intrusive, extremely so, always by your side once you leave your classroom. His cuddles and hugs are constricting, wanting to keep you by his side.

He started stalling you before actually meeting you, call it a habit of his, to observe the students that interested him from afar as hunters did with their prey. He saw how sweet you greeted others and how you treated everyone equally, this was what first caught his attention; he found it beautiful. Meeting you might add something exciting to his life, he hoped it would.

Rook Hunt

As he expected, you greeted him happily, knowing his name, and yet, you still called him 'bae' on your first meeting. He finally knew how the others felt! A unique thrill that made his blood pump wildly, you were sweeter in person and skin almost as perfect as Vil - he would never tell you that in person, his perfect would have his head on a silver platter.

He enjoyed interacting with you more than observing from a branch hidden under leaves. That's why he appeared more often when you were out, wanting to feel the same adrenaline you gave.

It was a great friendship, you were honest, sociable and pretty in his eyes, you could've fit perfectly in Pomefiore if you had magic. The more he spent time with you, the more his feeling grew from two-sided to one-sided.

He saw you as more than a friend, he hoped you knew that, but he knew, he just knew that you wouldn't return his feelings - you couldn't because you might leave any day if Crowley found a way to send you home.

Although knowing all that, he was fine with loving you unconditionally - even though you didn't know - he was fine staying a friend in your eyes. However, he started sneaking glances into your room at night and glared at the students that interacted with you while you were with him. He started hating the people who received your sweet nature and happy smile that made his heart flutter. Was it so bad to want to be the only one to see it?

He was in his own world to want to admire you next to you as he did from afar. He'll allow some selected few to stick to you, like Grim, prefects and a few good friends, but other than that, he would glare at them until they understood and left you two.

He's gentle with you, to please you and care for you. He's usually meticulous in whatever he does, he takes more care in what he does with and for you.

"Oh- fait attention, (Name). You could have fallen and ruin Vil's hard work," he caught you in his arm, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

"Ah- thank you, boo!"

He smiled a lot, smirked and grinned at you, all genuinely happy. He still smirked and grinned with others, but the underlying threat in his eyes scared them away, yet he still smirk - he always does.

"Parfait! Tes yeux, tes lèvres, ton coeur et ton âme!! It's all perfect in my eyes, my sweet (Name)."

Rook would still have his stalking tendencies, but multiplied tenfold. He's everywhere even if you're not looking, observing you sleep, eat, talk, do assignments and breathe. Worshiping you while he's watching from afar, his thoughts are swarmed by your eyes, your hair, your skin, your lips, your everything! He'd worship every part of you all the same. He'd hold your hands and whisper praises, stare into your eyes with crazed gleams and pepper his love over your face.

Lilia was very outgoing compared to his peers in Diasomnia, he was old enough to be mature and young-looking enough to be cheery. He had his perks and so did he like other students' perks: like yours, calling everyone you knew by 'boo', 'bae' or 'babe'. It was as quirky as his habit of greeting others upside down.

Lilia Vanrouge

He liked your fearlessness when you approached him and Malleus, you hadn't left either of them out when you did something, instead, you invited them over to have tea, study for Malleus' Gargoyle Studies club, play games or just hang out.

He grew to care for you, watch over you like he did with Malleus when he was a child and protect you from both far and near. He sent a familiar to watch over you while he was busy, reporting everything that goes on with you - good and bad. Although if he had time, Lilia would stick to your side - after warning Malleus, Silver and Sebek - showing a few tricks while he hovered over you.

Lilia's smart and quick-witted, he's also always aware of what happens around you, nothing could pass his ears. He knew from the start how you interacted with the students. He didn't mind, he was rational enough not to get jealous, but he did get worried about how they would act up against you. Would the students touch you in any way? Would they harm you? Would they do something you didn't like? Would they force you to take something from them?

His reputation was enough to me they scramble, fear of doing anything towards you. He would see it through that you stayed safe and unharmed, he was a guardian before and he still is one. He was powerful too, an old and powerful wizard dressed in a young man's skin.

"We're hosting a party after classes, care to join, (Name)?" Lilia grinned, body turned upside down as he floated. "It's a simple diner, nothing big."

"Since you asked, alright, boo!"

In stark contrast to his usual expression, Lilia can become serious, silently so. If needed, he could switch from cheery to stern in a millisecond. You were his top priority until he graduated from NRC.

"I'll protect you, (Name). I made an oath to do so, Twisted Wonderland is crawling with harmful and twisted people, it's too dangerous without me."

Lilia is an overprotective kind of yandere, he has the age, wisdom and maturity to know - or so he thinks - what's better for you. He's a being of old, compared to him, you were an infant, and that pushed his need to protect and watch over you. Naturally so, as someone who keens to protecting you, he wouldn't dream of laying a harmful hand on you, he wouldn't hurt you, or force you into anything - except his love - Lilia is quite harmless towards you. He reserved all his deadly spells and cursed for the people that mean harm to you.

[vanillann]

from stars to the balcony (b.b)

a/n: this is based off the prompt “Either Bucky or Reader are feeling down (in any way, sad, angry, angsty, whatever), there is a power blackout and the other one notices that now you can see the stars, fluff” by @emmabarnes !

word count: 2.3k

bucky barnes masterlist

I could feel my legs burn from pacing the length of my room, my finger toying with the sleeve of my long sleeve. The tea I had made earlier sat on the table but I had long forgotten about it, the conversation from the kitchen was replying too fast.

I was fired, I didn’t have a job. I had bills to pay but no income for the moment. It was because of downsizing, which meant I could get unemployment, but still. I had been working at this job since I was fresh out of college and now I was left to rot in my own self pity.

I pulled my shirt closer to my skin, hoping it would absorb into my skin. As soon as I got the call I turned the heat down, hoping it would save some money. I rubbed my hand up and down my face, trying to think something over in my head but I was too stuck.

The busy street of Brooklyn was calmer than normal, something I was thankful for. I didn’t want to listen to stranger arguments or drunk girl giggles tonight, I didn’t want to even hear my own thoughts. I picked up the tea cup, walking back over the microwave and placing it in the center. I punched in the numbers, turning to lean on. my counter as I rocked on my heels.

I wanted to scream, but I didn’t need a noise complaint either and considering the man next door always got home late, I had only seen his face and I recognized his face immediately but I said nothing, it wasn’t my business.

Suddenly the calming sound of my microwave had stopped, the little lamp in the corner of the was out and I already knew what had happened, This is why this place had 3 stars. I pulled at the shirt to cover my hands, hoping that would change something but I could already fill the cold air rush over my cheeks.

I turned to open the microwave, smiling, then I noticed the tea had a light smoke falling out the top, dancing in the pitch back air with a little heat rushing to my face. I held it closer, finding one of the many candles I had bought forever ago and lit it in the center of the room.

I would’ve scrolled through my phone for a minute but I didn’t need my data bill going up. The soft blanket my cousin had knitted me was wrapped tightly around me and I could already feel myself warming. I looked around the room, trying to find a book I hadn’t read or something to do when I noticed the clear sky. It made me wonder why the power even went out, my curiosity getting the best of me as I pulled the blanket closer and warmed my hands on the tea. I grabbed the metal handle of the door, opening it just enough to slip through before I rested my hands on the edge. I looked down for a second, the sidewalk only had a few people on it and there were only taxis on the street.

“You aren’t jumping, are ya?”

I turned around swiftly, spotting the silhouette of a person on the balcony beside me. He had a hat pulled down to cover his face, he was wearing a thin long sleeve and pants, definitely not bundled up in the cold breeze of Brooklyn.

I had to remind myself who he was, superheroes don’t freeze in New York city.

“Oh no, no,” I repeated the words quickly, finding I had leaned over slightly to look at the city below better.

“Just checking, wouldn’t want to explain that to the cops.”

I winched when I realized what he meant, they would think he did it.

“Your name is James, right?” I decided having a conversation with the man from next door never hurt anyone, although I noticed the book in his lap and I didn’t think he’d respond, I wouldn’t blame him.

“Yeah, but most people call me worse names.”

I frowned, moving to the corner closer to him so I wouldn’t have to talk as loud. This felt like a lot more intimate conversation.

“I’ve been called so pretty bad things, doesn’t mean they're true.”

He didn’t respond, I suppose he didn’t wanna get into it with a stranger.

“What book ya reading?”

“Hunger something,” he moved it slightly so I could see part of the cover. I smiled when I recognized the gold bird across the dark cover.

“The Hunger Games! I really enjoyed that one,” I turned back to look out at the sky, “I’ve watched the movies one too many times.”

“They made movies?”

I was about to yelp but I managed to hold it back, I had forgotten not everyone was obsessed with these things.

“Yeah, four of ‘em,” I could hear my own voice jump a few octavos, he was probably so annoyed with me.

“Oh,” I saw him nod out the corner and I decided I should shut up and let him continue his reading. It was only fair because if someone had interrupted me I’d probably pull a Katniss and shot them with a bow and arrow.

I let my eyes drift over the closed stores, the light around the area was out and it made me feel better. We weren't the only place without power. The few people on the sidewalk were gone and I watched the last taxi drive off with two giggling girls who were wearing those “I Heart NY” shirts. I always loved counting those as a kid, feeling a strange pride from being from New York.

“You must be from around here.”

There was his voice giving me a heart attack again. If he didn’t keep catching me off guard I would admire how rough and powerful it sounded, like he could tell you to sit and you’d do it like a sad puppy waiting for a treat.

“Yeah, Buffalo but I visited Brooklyn a lot, how’d ya know?” I turned slightly so I could look at him when I spoke, since he seemed to actually want to talk.

“Only people from New York would be amazed by the clear sky, I used to hate how you could never see the stars,” I watched him place the book to the side, standing up and leaning against his own railing. The faint light from the few buildings that had power flashed across his face. He was taller than I remembered and his hair was longer, pulled into a little ponytail at the nape of his neck. I watched him tip his hat up slightly, I could actually see his eyes.

“I didn’t even notice the stars,” I turned back to look at the stars in question, smiling when I could see all the consolation that people would point out in chessy movies.

“I was amazed I could see any, kinda glad the power went out.”

He shrugged so carelessly, something about the demeanor suited him.

“I wish I could say the same,” I whispered against the wind, trying to push the feeling I had earlier from my body completely but I knew that was impossible.

It was silent for a second like we both didn’t want to scare the stars from the sky.

“I never learned any of the consolations.”

I smiled this time when he spoke because he was trying to keep the conversation alive.

“Can’t say I have either,” I turned back to admire him, the way he looked at the stars like it was everything to him.

“That one looks like it would be a Latin name,” he pointed to a cluster of stars like he was pointing at a cloud and telling someone it looked like an elephant when it definitely didn’t. Instead of calling him out I smiled, turning and letting my own eyes ranked over the millions of stars.

“That one looks really important, you know like it comes out every two hundred years,” my finger extended to point at a few stray stars that seemed to shine brighter than the rest, but I doubted that.

“Wonder if you’re right,” I could hear a slight chuckle in his voice as if he knew something I didn’t but it was more than likely he did.

“If I am then you owe me ten bucks,” my own laughs filled in behind his own, the once silent streets were long gone as James pointed to a different star.

“That one looks like you.”

“How can someone look like a star,” I kept laughing, looking at the stars he was talking about.

“I don’t know, but you do.”

I felt his eyes watch me but I didn’t have it in me to look at him, just watching the star that apparently looked like me. A large, duller star sat beside it but as it moved it seemed to grow brighter.

“That one is you then,” I pointed, smiling when I heard him scoff.

“That feels like a burn!”

I laughed, smiling as the breeze spread over my body and I couldn’t help but pull the blanket closer. I wanted to go in, because while it wasn’t much warmer it was something, but picking out stars with this man next door was a lot of fun.

I didn’t expect to enjoy the powerless night so much, but I was suddenly just as happy about it.

“I think that is Sirius, the dog star,” the nerd in me jumped out, laughing when I heard him slam his hand slightly on the rail. I said nothing of the mental on mental sound, I knew some things that happen in pop culture.

“I thought you didn’t know about this stuff!”

“I don’t, I just like Harry Potter,” I shrugged, looking back at his face. The few lights that were once on were off down, the only reason I saw any of his face was street lamps and the moon itself. I enjoyed watching his eyebrows raise, disappearing under the brim of his hat.

“I think Banner mentioned that once,” I don’t think he meant for me to hear and I thought best not to talk about his line of work, I definitely wouldn’t want to have to talk about mine if he asked.

“Probably, book and movie series.”

He nodded, both our eyes filtered back to the night sky that hung above us. It was enchanting to say the least, two kids from the city looking up at the sky like they lived in the country.

“You seemed stressed when you came out, do you feel any better?”

For the first time tonight, he asked a question I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t want to talk about any of my feelings from inside my small apartment, that was too real for the boy next door. Out here was light and airy, no stuffy matter allowed.

“Yeah, but I’d rather not talk about it.”

“I wasn’t planning on asking, just wanted to make sure you were feeling better.”

Anyone else would have been offended. He wasn't planning to ask but I respected it. He understood not to ruin a good moment like this, not now. Keep it light while it can be, because the second things get heavy the feeling is gone, I needed a light moment for this single second. If he wanted to knock on my door in the morning and ask then, fine, but now wasn’t the time and I was thankful we saw the same thing.

Another breeze brushed over my skin, a chill running up my skin and I frowned when the mug was no longer hot. I heard a pop from behind me and I turned to notice my lamp was back on.

The power was back, which meant the moment was gone.

“Well, power is back,” he awkwardly pointed over his shoulder at the building, his own apartment didn’t have much light but I assumed he was out here before the power went out,

“Yeah, I should probably head in,” I knew it would be warmer, but I felt as if my body was so much calmer out here.

“Yeah.”

We watched each other for a minute, I took my last glance at the boy with the beat up hat and the laugh of a Greek God.

“Night James,” I waved over my shoulder, holding the mug to my chest and grabbing the freezing door handle.

“Night (Y/N).”

I slipped back in the apartment, smiling when the little heat crashed onto my freezing cheeks, the contrast nice for the first few seconds. I set the mug down, blowing out the candle as my apartment now smelt like apple cider, which was just as calming. I missed the moments on the balcony but I was happy for the heat. I moved around my apartment, fixing my alarm clock and resetting a few other things after the power outages. I had just replugged the wifi router when I heard a little knock at my door. I assumed it was the landlord to tell me the power was back, obviously. I slid across the floor, swinging it open as I was prepared to lean on the door frame. I felt myself frown, not out of sadness but confusion as I realized who it was.

“James?”

He pulled his hand out his pocket, holding out ten dollars with a little shrug.

“Some crazy eclipses thing is happening tonight, hasn’t happened in two hunder and nine years.”

I couldn’t stop the large smile that graced my lips as I reached out to pull the ten-dollar from his grip, smiling more when he lingered in the doorway for a second.

“The tea you had looked good,” he rocked back and front of his feet, his eyes downcast to his shoes.

“Like a mug of it?” He looked up, smiling as I opened the door wider from him.

“If you insist.”

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Pent Up Desires (Fic)

Ever since the summer event last year, I've been toying with the idea of a larger Robin. And now that its rerun is about to come, I've decided that it is time to finally write it out - and meanwhile hit as many of my kink buttons as possible. This is the result - one of my most indulgent works (if not the most indulgent work to beat them all).

Rating: Explicit Category: M/M Fandoms: Fate/Grand Order Relationship: Robin Hood | Archer/Billy the Kid | Archer Characters: Robin Hood | Archer and Billy the Kid | Archer Summary: Do you remember when B.B. said she would turn Robin into a pig during ServaFes? What if she followed on the threat, albeit with quite the twist?

Robin is cursed and can't control himself around food. Billy has promised to help, but he can't control himself around Robin.

Weight-gain kink fic. Don’t like, don’t read.

WARNING FOR KINK CONTENTS UNDER THE CUT

Additional Tags: Weight Gain; Belly Kink; Size Kink; Size Difference; Masturbation; Dry Humping; Stuffing; musclechub; Robin gets huge; And Billy tries not to jerk off whenever he sees him; Self-Indulgent

LAST WARNING FOR KINK

Summer was in full swing, and Babbage blasted enough steam to make Chaldea hotter than a waterless hole in the heart of the prairie. So, it did not come as a shock that Robin was rockin’ only trunks and an open shirt, which showed some well-sculpted arms. The guy was hell-fired handsome with the finest body ever, and if he wanted to kick back, Billy wouldn’t protest. Nay, what hit like a bullet to the brain was the ton of food in front of him—meats, loaves of bread, and a raft of drinks.

“How’s it goin’, partner?” Billy plopped down in a chair next to Robin. “Famished after Servant Fes sucked the life outta ya?”

“It’s…” Robin, with a larger scowl on his face than usual, panted. “It’s that… purple-haired witch’s fault.” He grabbed a drumstick and tore off some meat like a starved wolf. “She threatened to turn me in a pig…” His face was red with effort. “We had to win her Holy Grail…” He bit another chunk. “Don’t worry,”—Billy stifled a giggle when Robin mocked the Master’s voice—“she won’t follow on it.’ It’s easy to speak when this isn’t happening to them!” After chewin’ the last of the drumstick thoroughly, he swallowed. The slow gulp traveled down his throat and into his stomach. Robin punched his chest and exhaled in relief.

Billy’s eyes followed it and glued themselves to Robin’s gut. It was taut, bloated, as large as a basketball—and just as hard if he touched it. The pressure was makin’ the skin around the belly button burn angrily. The trunks rested under the overgorged curve, a trial of ginger peekin’ below the band. “True, partner, you’re becomin’ a nice piggy,” Billy quipped. “So, the purple lass’s itchin’ for a vendetta, and she chose ya?”

After he popped a soda open and drank half the bottle—his gurglin’ gut sloshin’ and expandin’ even more—Robin nodded. “She cursed the clothes. And I must’ve stepped on her toes something fierce when I complained to Master. Now I can’t even take the swimsuit off.” He grit his teeth, his handsome face (Was that the start of a double chin? Nay, don’t stare!) grimacin’ as he tried to keep the fizz down. His strained jaws opened as if pried apart, and with shakin’ hands, he poured in the rest of the drink. His neck bobbed; his stomach filled and grew in every direction. “Whenever I see—urp!”

Robin closed his mouth. His cheeks bulged with a held-back belch. Yet the stress forced his lips to open: “UUUURRPPP!” He bowed his limp head away. “Excuse me,” he muttered. “But when there’s any food—anything—I must eat it. It doesn’t matter if I’ll explode; my hands will push it down to my stomach.” He slapped the swollen ball, it barely swayin’. Something bubbled in its depths rose in his throat, and he let out another lengthy burp.

Bitin’ his lips, Billy leaned closer. “Have ya tried stayin’ outta here? Far from the eyes, far from the heart and all that?” he advised Robin, his eyes lookin’ anywhere but that overstuffed middle.

“I’m trying. But she’s pulling that Archer’s strings, too.” Robin grunted and glanced at the kitchen while devourin’ a buttered slice of bread. “If I leave my room, he’s on my tail with a cupcake or some other treat. Before I know it, I am dragged here and”—he pointed to the ungodly number of plates—“you see the rest.”

Billy nodded slowly, his whole willpower holdin’ him from lickin’ his lips. A fire was blazin’ in his chest—and his groin. He knew EMIYA’s dirty little secret way too well: the way a man’s gluttony melted him faster than an ice cube durin’ high noon. The Archer had left his treats unguarded when Amakusa discovered his sweet tooth. And when the Ruler came one morning, enormously flabby and flauntin’ it at every step, the pervert couldn’t stop blushin’! For Billy’s shock, neither could he. So did they become accomplices, secret friends bound by a common desire.

But gettin’ his pleasure from Robin, who hated every second of it? Damn, that was a new lowest of the low! Billy’s neck ached with strain as he did his best not to look, but he wouldn’t give in! “Forgive the question, partner,” he dropped it, hopin’ to divert the talk, “but if ya’re stuffin’ down so much food, how are ya not as fat as that priest boy?”

Robin clicked his tongue. “I’ve been burning off the calories. When I am not gulping down food here, I’m in the gym to work out. Doesn’t stop flab from piling.” Billy squinted, lookin’ for it, and caught himself. “But it does help.”

With some vigor, Billy’s line of sight moved higher—towards Robin’s arms. True, they were meatier, fillin’ the short sleeves of the shirt. Robin wasn’t a stick before, either, but now he was more powerful. Gorwin’. Maybe his legs had also bulked, but Billy didn’t wanna risk lookin’ at that gut again.

“Of course, after the training, my stomach is starving, and I chew down more food to make up for it. You should see how much EMIYA brings me then.”

Even more? Billy gulped—and before his brain could call out the horrible, horrible idea, he spoke. “Do ya need a partner for this job, partner? Someone to help with the trainin’ and to keep your appetite under control? Because ya can rely on me!”

“You know, that might help. Thanks a bunch!” Robin’s relieved smile stabbed Billy’s heart like a dagger. “Do you want to try it once I’m done here?”

“Sorry!” Billy jumped outta his chair. He wasn’t goin’ to ditch Robin—he owed up to his offers. “I’ve gotta do something else first!” Namely, one red Archer needed a few bullet wounds and a lecture on personal boundaries. “But tomorrow I’ll help ya!” And hopefully, he wouldn’t end distracted by that amazing, achy, hungry gut.

---

“Damn that EMIYA!” Billy shouted as he collapsed on his bed. “And that purple wretch, too! When did they form their party?” His talk with the red Archer a day ago had gone to the dogs. That man had balls of steel—no matter how many threats or bullets Billy wasted, EMIYA did not budge. And B.B. had hidden in her little mouse hole, without a trace of her anywhere in Chaldea. Billy couldn’t find her, no matter how many rooms he checked—as the stupid chef had told him.

“No whiff of the Master, either,” Billy grumbled. Da Vinci had promised to deal with the unruly pair, but B.B. would stop only if her so precious senpai ordered her. And unless she lifted the curse before breakfast tomorrow, Billy woulda to help Robin with the training again. The pillow muffled his screams. His heart woulda exploded in his chest after watchin’ his partner once. God help him if he had to see him bustle those weights while his gut shifted and gurgled. He hadn’t stopped glarin’ at the packed sphere once, paying attention and squirmin’ whenever it swayed. Robin’s unintended teasin’—him drummin’ over the sphere every once in a while—made it even worse. Billy barely had survived today; tomorrow would kill him!

Even worse, he said some calories stuck as fat. Did that mean an ever-flabbier Robin with a softenin’ gut? How much feedin’s would it take ‘till it became an enormous tank of lard; ‘till it sagged over his deck and he needed someone’s help to jerk himself off? It would jiggle whenever he took a step, it would flop over his shorts—hell, Robin woulda to pull them under his belly! His shirt would hide nothing; nay, it would show off those juicy curves.

Billy’s crotch twitched. No! He clenched fists, his nails diggin’ in his palms. “I’m not beatin’ it to Robin, no matter how smokin’ hot he becomes!” There were boundaries to those things! He rolled, now lyin’ on his back. His dick was makin’ a tent in his pants. The movement only made it rub against the fabric, and the pleasure flared up even more. “Self-control, self-control, self-control!” Billy repeated like a mantra. A burnin’, powerful feelin’ arose in his chest.

Would Robin gain love handles, too? They’d be juicy and plump, always to be grabbed when there was a chance. Billy imagined squeezin’ them in his fingers, the flab jigglin’. Would they push his shirt even higher, so large that nothing would cover them? And when Robin tugged it relentlessly, his gut would shake. The threads would strain and groan, but the clothes wouldn’t fit over that engorged mass. When he gained moobs…

Billy shut his eyes. His body was tense and feverishly hot. Sweat was burnin’ his forehead, and the flame in his dick pulsated through him. He shouldn’t think about those two swayin’, soft sacks of flab. He shouldn’t imagine carresin’ them, kissin’ them. Precum moistened his underpants.

“Who knew: I’m a pervert enough to do it!” Gruntin’, Billy peeled off his pants and pulled down his briefs, freein’ his dick. “Only this time!” He snatched the lube from his nightstand—his hands trembled and almost dropped it on the floor—and generously coated his fingers. “Do yer fuckin’ worst, libido!” he swore and began pumpin’ his cock. The first touch rustled through his body, a torrent of pleasure to drown him. No, oh no, oh, oh, oh yes, yes! He was breathin’ heavily, and his hand didn’t stop.

Robin’s moobs would show under his shirt—nay, so large that he couldn’t fit clothes over them. He’d parade around naked, a total show-off, his gut, and moobs, and love handles, and delicious, delicious backrolls for the whole world to ogle. The shirt would be a mere piece of fabric, stretched and useless, good only for hidin’ his shoulders—if even that!

Billy tried to hold his moans—keep at least that dignity. His insides were coilin’, his muscles were shiverin’. His dick stiffened more, and he drew every movement long until his body woulda broken under the strain of lust. He gulped the moan down, opened his lips for a hasty breath, and closed them immediately, the pant havin’ built up in his throat.

Robin would become a titan of a man, his torso a lardy mountain. He would carry all the weight, his freakin’ strong body put to good use. Those powerful arms he boasted an entire day—that was a start because he would also swell with packed flesh. His shorts would tear around his tights, the veiny mass crackin’ them apart. But he would pay no attention to that. The curse would drive him to eat and eat, glut himself more, unable to fight the thrall of the food. He would complain of his growth but never resist because he couldn’t—not even when he outgrew the chairs, the doors, the halls.

His stomach would be stuffed at all times, yet callin’ for more. What if Billy brought him snacks to the gym? Robin went only there and to the dinin’ hall. What if they shortened that time? What if he did not stop fillin’ his gut, gorgin’ himself, the sphere bloatin’ out of proportions, dominatin’ his already enormous frame? Then he would explode into more impossible, more gargantuan sizes. There would be no end, no control, only expansion and flab, and muscle…

Billy arched his back. A desperate, loud moan—almost a hiss—left his lips before he could bite it down. He was thrusting more rapidly, hastily, desperate for that release. If only he coulda Robin with himself, to have his way him.

If he were there—small, almost invisible next to the giant that was Robin, he would cheer. He would rejoice as the other Archer lifted heavier and heavier weights in the gym, his muscles so swole that they would tear the skin open. Veins would run under the sweaty flesh, visible over the bloated mass. And when Robin wanted to eat… Oh, boy, Billy would make sure he packed away his fill. He would push the meals in the other Archer’s mouth, rub his belly to provide comfort, and squish the flab under his fingertips, enjoy it as the gut would seemingly grow under his touch. Or, it would be tight and heavy, stretched to its limits, angry and protestin’ the constant stuffings. But it would be so used to the fullness and the cursed hunger that Robin wouldn’t handle a second without bein’ stuffed. It would be like an addiction—nay, it would be one—to eatin’, to blowin’ up, to growin’ fatter.

And if Robin enjoyed it as much as Billy, then the blond would have no problem givin’ some bonus help. He closed his eyes and imagined Robin’s dick in his hand. The massive roll of his gut pressed into the fingers, and as Billy stroked the cock, it would groan and roar, so overstuffed that it could burst open. He could also ride that massive ball, rub his member all over it while pushin’ caloric meals into Robin’s stomach. Or he could push his shaft between the two lardy ass checks and fuck Robin!

There, almost there! Billy was pantin’, out of breath, hot as coals. His ghosting fingertips ran across the red tip of his dick. It was an itchy, sudden touch that quickly ended. He hoped to prolong that sick, depraved cravin’ for as long as possible. Thoughts of relief were pushed to the corners of his mind.

Once their efforts came to an end, Robin would be huge, too large for his puny clothes. He would march around Chaldea, showin’ off his naked, heavy, thick body. The muscles would sway, the veins of his biceps and calves would shift. His enormous gut—so enormous that it would fall over his erect dick—would gurgle at every step: either achy and overfilled or not full enough and needin’ more. Robin would tend to it, gloat, relish in his new size and consume even more food. He would feed himself further into titanic sizes. Control would slip out of his mind. After gorgin’ himself, he’d be so horny, so desperate, that he’d pound Billy straight there in the canteen.

Cum shot outta Billy’s cock over his hand, and he was moanin’. His sheets were sticky as the white liquid soaked them., but he kept squeezin’ the last few lustful drops. The heat was sated, the achin’ hole in his chest filled for the time bein’. But, he realized with newfound clarity, tomorrow it would set him on fire again. And the thought of Robin attackin’ the filled tables like a beast sent a shiver down his dick again.

---

“Almost… There!” Robin grunted, gritting his teeth, and pushed up the barbell. His arms stretched, his large muscles expandin’ to their full size and squeezin’ again. His sleeves were already rolled as high as possible, not fittin’ around his swollen arms but tried to creep up more. Sweat was glistenin’ on the skin as it rippled - a proof of the effort he was puttin’ in. His round pecs—as big as apples—flexed, hard despite the flab that covered them. They swayed rhythmically as the weight moved up and down, plusatin’, tensin, and relaxin’: one, two; one, two. Billy’s eyes traced them as they shook, and he could see himself gropin’ them, holdin’ that powerful flesh… “And done!” Robin’s proud shout snapped out Billy. But it was for the worse because the huge Archer sittin’ on the bench let the barbell in place and scratched the curve of his gut, which rolled over his waist.

Fidgetin’ and tremblin, about as helpful as a snowball in a summer gunfight, Billy was warmin’ a nearby bench. He had been comin’ every day, unable to tear eyes away from the clothes that seemed to shrink around Robin’s growin’ body. The gym trips didn’t make him any smaller—especially when, after every workout session, Robin gorged himself until his bloated stomach couldn’t fit a morsel more. Then, he’d complain he was so full, drag out long moans and poke the stuffed sphere. As he sated his gluttony, it distended, pushed out more, and sometimes—a hot thrill cut through Billy—rested on his lap.

Billy bit his lips, strugglin’ not to slip a hand down in his pants right at the gym. He rubbed his tights together. His face was sizzlin’ like fire, and his breaths were rushed, unruly, desperate. He shook his head, hopin’ to clear the fantasy, but choose the damned best worst moment.

Robin jumped on the floor. The shockwave rocked the bench. Didn’t the equipment also rattle? Billy swallowed and the gulp lodged in his throat. He was shiverin’, truly feverish, trying’ to look away from the handsome behemoth. He knew what was comin’, but his neck refused to budge.

“Let’s go to the canteen.” Robin grinned lazily, his chubby cheeks jigglin’ a little. “After this stress, I should eat something.” He drew fingers over his exposed belly. Hadn’t he started touchin’ it more often—almost as if he got his kicks outta it.

No, no, no! Don’t think like that!

“Wasn’t the plan that you stopped stuffin’ your face, partner?” Billy wanted to stall—he was a god-damned coward. Once he saw Robin gulpin’ down food like there was no tomorrow, all pretenses of holdin’ back would fly straight outta the window. “Ya sure it’s not the purple hag’s doin’?” He didn’t know if he had the power to stand up without his legs meltin’ in a puddle.

Robin crossed arms behind his back, the mass of his bulky arms and forearms pressin’ together. “Does it matter much? I mean, I am not sprouting a pigtail, right? I was worried B.B. was literal with her curse.” He glanced down at his belly. “I can get used to some flab.”

Billy’s small body clenched as he struggled to hold back a moan. Robin was already a damn-fine lady-killer—in that case, a bloke-killer. His awesome, broad shoulders led to beefy arms, as thick as tree trunks - as possible capable of tearin’ them outta the ground. A soft layer of flab—quiverin’ unless Robin flexed—bloated their size further. But if Billy dragged fingers over ‘em, he’d feel the packed bulk underneath. Those powerful monsters could—a hiss of pleasure pinned him to the bench—snap him in two. Robin’s muscles were top-notch, too: wider than his arms, shaped by constant bustin’ at the gym and the very act of carryin’ his bulk. They were veiny, ripped, and made the puny summer shorts stretch and ride up under the curve of Robin’s gut.

That lardy overhand attracted attention without fail. It was an enormous sphere of pure fat. The hidden muscles kept it in a firm, massive, fat ball. Robin still tugged the shirt around his oversize middle; the buttons ached and shook, hangin’ for their dear life. His poor shorts fared even worse, trapped between the titanic tights and the blobby belly, strained into a thin line of fabric. What if, while Robin was packin’ away food, it snapped in two, no longer survivin’ the pressure? Would he shrug it off and keep eatin’, too gluttonous to consider it? Would he glut himself, his pecs—round, sightly saggin’, the perfect ending touch to his appearance—wobblin’ at the fast movements?

“Hey! Are you coming?” Robin asked. He had turned his back towards Billy. The shirt rested well above his soft, squeezable love handles, which trembled with each step. His bloated ass cheeks pressed together, foldin’ as he walked. The shorts barely covered them—and if Robin kept feedin’ himself and expandin’, no clothing would fit him. When the threads snapped, and his body exploded outta them.

Billy’s mouth opened wide, and he stood up, followin’ their hypnotizin’ sway. It wouldn’t come to that, would it? Robin had more self-control, did he not? But he had no problem with growin’ fatter—and if his eager steps were an indication, he could even await it. Billy’s imagination quickly did its job, paintin’ a pic of Robin, who was eatin’ no longer with resignation but with cheer. He would adore the way his flab folded or his muscles swelled. He would rejoice more the less he could see under the dome of his girth, proudly lift even heavier barbells and dumbbells and eat his weight in food.

“Come, or you’ll miss everything!” Robin shouted from the hall, turnin’ so fast that ripples spread through the entire mass of his engorged gut.

“I’m comin’, partner!” With an uneasy waddle, Billy followed him. Had he found out? Could he? As if he was a mutt with a yanked chain, the blond rushed down to the canteen. His brain could wait. Robin was right; Billy needed to see every second of that show.

---

Billy’s legs dragged him towards the canteen sluggishly, weakly. He hesitated at every step, pulled back, and then minced forward. What if someone saw him? He had to scram as fast as possible, get far from the dinin’ room. His dick was throbbin’ in his pants—and they were so tight that the whole Chaldea musta noticed. Hot sweat soaked him to the bone: anxiety, arousal, and anticipation. He had clenched his hands and mustered whatever willpower was left to him. “I’m not beatin’ it in the halls,” he murmured in the lonely corridor. “No matter how much I’m burnin’, no matter if it’ll drive me insane, no matter that Robin’s embraced piggin’ out and when I enter the canteen, I’ll find him stuffin’ himself sick.” Each second was painfully long-drawn torture as the twitches of pleasure set him ablaze.

“Can you walk faster, please? You partner”—the voice was so heavy with sarcasm that Billy could see it drippin’—“is inside and has already begun. If you arrive too late, he will have finished.”

“EMIYA!” Billy crouched in his shootin’ position. The tight pants rubbed his sensitive cock, and he felt himself edgin’ closer to release. He tried to hide the dick with his hands but brushed its tender head. “You’ve got a lotta courage,” he tried to push away that shameless joy, “showin’ up before my eyes.”

“Keep the rage for later. The curse would have failed if he did not enjoy it.” The unfazed Archer passed by him. Then, he stopped, glanced around shiftily, and turned back. “And you don’t have to thank me for this. Honestly. The grand plan was someone else’s.”

“I’m gonna give you all the gratitude you deserve, no worries!” Billy reached for his gun, but EMIYA slipped past him and disappeared.

He coulda chased the Archer, but there were more pressing things.

With the red vermin gone, Billy opened the doors and entered the canteen. He moved through empty chairs. The lively hall was now ghastly empty, not a sound to distract him.

Only one table was occupied—or, more accurately, three tables put together as a one. There was no other way the oversize feast woulda fitted. Potatoes, dazzlin’ with melted butter; meats with sauce as thick as syrup; mountains of golden, crispy fried rice—those were a few of the dishes, reversed for the special guest. And he was wolfin’ down a huge plate of appetizers along with a large bottle of soda to keep him company, the same ol’ grin plastered on his face. “Hey, partner!” he spoke, his mouth full. “I would say that you can pick whatever you like, but, uh, I have the feeling this is all for me.”

The flame of passion erupted into Billy. He bit his lips, and his hand reached for his cock, stroking it through the pants. It brought some short-lived relief, but then it rose higher—like a wave which would drown him if he stopped. “S-so,” he hoped to move the topic to anything else, “you were serious ‘bout enjoyin’ the curse, partner?”

The enormous gulp traveled down Robin’s throat. “How does it look to you?” He polished away the last few bites and set the plate on a pile of empty ones. When did he have the time? Billy had come ten minutes after him! How fast was Robin gorgin’ himself?

“If the red Archer will be my chef, I might get a use out of him.” Robin moved onto a juiced steak with bewitchin’ aroma and dug straight in, lickin’ the splotches of grease that stained his lips. “It’s not a weak start, but I bet I can do better. There’s a lot more to eat, after all. Do you want to watch?”

If Billy had any sense left, he should have realized the so clear teasin’. But he could only think about Robin’s huge body, about his gut and ass and bottomless hunger. Squirmin’, he nodded.

“Then you can sit here.” Robin patted the space on the bench near himself. “It might be a little tight, but a small guy like you can fit.”

Small. As if in a trance, Billy walked and plopped down, squeezin’ his body as close as possible to Robin’s flab. His left side was sinkin’ in the lard, feelin’ the warmth which the oversize Archer radiated. Those temptin’ rolls bulged over the smaller man, spillin’ over his lithe frame. He was like a mouse next to the engorged mountain that was Robin. “When did ya began enjoyin’ it, partner? Didn’t ya say ya will be stayin’ fit ‘n’ trim?” His hand hadn’t stopped runnin’ over his cock; how the hell had Robin not noticed?

“No, I did not want to be a pig. I thought B.B. would make me a large pink animal, but it seems she hadn’t been literal. Besides”—Robin stopped his feast to grip his flexed biceps, stretchin’ his fingers to fit around it—“this is quite far from a fat pig. I would have ended this earlier, but I had fun playing with you.

“You… On purpose?” Billy couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Why else? Did you think someone missed the way you were staring at me?”

It was as if a bomb had exploded in Billy’s chest. He shoulda been ashamed, distraught that his dirty secret was out in the open. But instead, he felt bliss, utter and true bliss. Robin was on the same page. Robin was on the same page! “Then, partner… Can I?” He was tremblin’, barely able to speak.

“Do whatever you want. You’ve earned it.”

Billy jumped onto him, perchin’ himself atop the blobby gut. His face leaned forward, and he kissed Robin’s revealed moobs. He pressed his lips over the pecs. His face was enveloped in the soft chub, and his tongue caressed them from the perky nipples and up the curve, glidin’ over the muscle underneath.

He began grindin’ against Robin’s belly. The flab engulfed his cock. As Billy thrust into it, his dick not penetratin’ deep enough to fell the muscle, it shook around. Those jiggles made him throb with pleasure, arch his back, and squeeze—squeeze all he could.

Robin’s huge arms were the nearest. Billy’s hands slid over them, feelin’ the muscle ripple. The veins shifted with each movement and… Was Robin still stuffin’ himself?

The fat sphere pushed out, givin’ in less and less. Robin’s gut was growin’, fillin’ up with food, and he was bound to end even flabbier; even bigger—so impossibly enormous that Billy would be but a speck next to him. He’d be so tiny next to that solid wall of flab and flesh and beef!

Jizz soaked Billy’s underpants. The relief—the final relief—crashed over him like a wave and let out an unabashed moan in Robin’s chest. His warm, frantic pantin’ made the skin tingle.

And he rose his head, and his red, messy, wild smirk met a proud grin.

“For such a small guy, you’re pretty intense,” Robin said. He was breathing heavily, his belly pushing in and out. “Do you think you can handle a round number two?”

The blond, ruffled outlaw nodded, his body movin’ before his brain had a chance to react. “You betcha, partner!”

[lu-undy]

Chapter 97 - SBT

Here it is!

"Are you comfortable like this?" 

"Yeah… Thanks, luv'." 

Lucien slid his arms under the surface of the water to hug his lover. Both of them were in the bathtub, Mundy sitting between Lucien's legs. The lights were off in the bathroom, except for a few scented candles, and there wasn't a sound to be heard apart from the soft tickling of the bubbles popping at the surface of the water. 

"Lu', uh, I'm still… I'm still worryin' about it all…"

"Do me a favour, mon amour."

"Mh?"

"Forget about it, just for tonight. We can worry tomorrow, no one is chasing us."

"Yeah, but-"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Lucien cut him and hugged him tightly under the water. "You need to relax. You cannot remain stressed like this or you will have more grey hair than I do."

"I like your grey hair, Lu'..."

Lucien smiled.

"Do you really or is it just to make me feel better about it?" 

"No, it's the truth, I really love your grey hair, 's beautiful."

"So are you, all of you." Lucien answered and slowly let his hands splay on Mundy's naked skin before gently stroking his torso, chest and stomach in soft movements.

"Mmh… Thank you so much…" Mundy leaned his head back on Lucien's shoulder and the Frenchman smiled. He slid his fingers through the Aussie's short, brown locks of hair and started to knead his scalp. "Orh… God, yeah…" 

"Sshh, mon amour… Relax, and let me take care of you…"

"Lu'...?"

"Oui?"

"Please, talk to me…" Mundy rolled up his eyes and closed them as he hissed in pleasure. 

"About what?" 

Lucien's fingers were working wonders on Mundy's tired head.

"Anythin'... Talk, sing, anythin'... Just wanna hear you…" 

"Ah." Lucien got his mouth closer to Mundy's ear and whispered. 

"Je l'ai trouvée devant ma porte 

Un soir que je rentrais chez moi,

Partout elle me fait escorte, elle est revenue, la voilà…"

Mundy smiled and Lucien saw his chest heave under the waves of air that he knew oh so well. It was the beginning of the first song that Lulu had sang, all those months ago, more than a year ago now. La Solitude. 

Lucien did not sing all of it. He soon stopped and just whispered.

"Mon amour… I am so proud of you… Such courage…" 

Lucien's hands slithered from Mundy's hair to his shoulders.

"Oh… Lu'... Gosh… Hah…" 

Mundy's eyes were still closed. He felt the thin lips he loved so much on the side of his neck, behind his ear, nipping. The kisses were wet mostly from the bath water. 

Suddenly, Mundy's skin was very sensitive. He felt his hairs spike up everywhere and he was aware of every little flow that Lucien induced with his seductive caresses. 

"Lu'... W-what are you doin'...?" Mundy smiled with his eyes closed and the sight of it filled Lucien with joy. 

"I am taking care of you. It is my duty and pleasure…"

"Oh, Gosh… Y'know I'm sensitive there, please…" 

Lucien was brushing his hands on Mundy's hips, left and right. 

"Oui, I know." He simply answered as he felt Mundy's body struggle to not melt into jelly in his arms. "Don't resist it… Yield to me…" 

"God, not the voice… the whispers…"

"Relax, Mundy. Laisse-moi m'occuper de toi, laisse-toi faire… Fonds dans mes bras, je suis là, je prends soin de toi…"

[Relax Mundy. Let me take care of you, let yourself go… Melt in my arms, I am here for you, I take care of you…]

Mundy's breath changed. His chest heaved and he arched his back slightly. Lucien's lips were on his ear while his hands slowly slid up to his chest. He massaged there, gently, as he went on whispering whatever came to his mind to take Mundy's away from his problems. 

"I am yours, Mundy, I am yours and the sight of your naked body so pliant in my hands is a godly delicacy for my eyes… Look at you… So sensitive, your eyebrows twitch at every touch, no matter how delicate it is. Non, please, don't clench your jaw, relax everything in you and let yourself fall in my arms as limply as you can…"

"I… I can't…"

"Why…? What is the matter..?"

"Y-you're… Can't be limp everywhere…" Mundy blushed. He didn't know how to phrase that better, his brains were like jelly. 

"Mmh, is it?" Lucien's index fingers circled the little spots of darker skin on Mundy's chest and the Aussie's breath hitched. 

"Hah! Gosh, Lu'...!"

"Very sensitive we are, non?"

"Y-yeah… Hah… Please…"

"What do you want, Mundy? Do you want me to…" Lucien's hands slid down and dangerously close to Mundy's private area. The Aussie removed Lucien's hands fast. 

"No! Please!"

The Frenchman immediately removed his hands. 

"I… I am sorry, mon amour, I thought you wanted me to-"

Mundy stood up and exited the bathtub. He grabbed a towel and wiped himself dry. 

"Mundy…?" 

He then turned to Lucien and helped him out, silently, before drying him too. He wrapped his still damp, long hair in a towel and hugged his naked body. 

"What is the matter, mon amour?" 

Mundy's head was buried in the crook of Lucien's neck and his eyes were closed there. 

"I… Thank you so much…" 

"What for?" 

"Just bein' here for me and… Always puttin' me first and…"

"It is my pleasure." Lucien hugged him back. "You just need a bit of comfort."

"Only you can do that." 

"Do what?" Lucien asked.

"Make me feel better." 

Lucien smiled and Mundy finally looked down in his eyes. 

"I love you, Lu'. Love you so much…" He took Lucien's delicate chin between his fingers and pulled it into a kiss. "Love you… and need you…" 

Lucien's hands slid on Mundy's back, between the scars. 

"I am here.. for you…" 

They spoke between kisses, when they could afford to divert their attention away from the other's lips for a few words. 

"Lu'..." Mundy's kiss grew more heated. It might be Lucien's hands on his hips… 

"Orh, oui…"

...or his own hands on Lucien's softness. 

The Frenchman frowned. Mundy's hands behind him were playing a dangerous game, a game where Lucien's knees would lose. 

"Mundy…" 

Lapping sounds resonated in the tiled bathroom and the towel on Lucien's hair fell to the floor. 

"Lu'..."

One of Mundy's hands slid up along Lucien's spine, making his skin prickle under the calloused digits, whilst the other stayed where the Aussie loved it and kneaded, squeezed tenderly and pulled gently. He wanted to feel all of Lucien in his hands. Lucien's knees were fighting for some strength as his hands grasped Mundy's shoulders. In case his legs failed, at least he would hang from the Aussie's shoulders… And he was on the tip of his toes too, trying to reach his tall lover's lips without ever breaking contact. 

Their breaths grew louder and as Lucien was slowly losing his balance, Mundy turned and pushed him against the wall. There, Lucien would be at least resting part of his weight against it. 

The Aussie didn't waste any time and dived to the Frenchman's neck. 

"Mon Dieu!"

He bit it and Lucien's eyes snapped wide when he felt the sharp canines sting. He bit his lip and hung on to Mundy's body, as best as he could. 

"M-Mundy… Hah…"

To help Lucien stand even more, Mundy pushed his hips against the Frenchman. The sudden meeting of their intimacies punched their guts warmly. 

"Grand Dieu…." 

Lucien screwed his eyes shut and let Mundy kiss, claw, pull, grab, and bite wherever he wanted. 

"Need you on the bed, Lu'..." 

"Take me… Oh?!" 

Mundy put his arms below Lucien's thighs and powerfully carried him in his arms. The Frenchman wrapped his legs around the Aussie's waist and clung to him until they arrived in the bedroom and Mundy delicately laid Lucien on his back, on the bed. 

"Gosh, you're gorgeous…" 

It only took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the darkness, and they took advantage of it to forget about the rest of the world. In their pitch black, soft universe, there was only them. However hard they opened their eyes, they couldn't see anything else but each other, and however hard they strained their ears, they couldn't hear anything but their moans, their hitched breaths, syllables of love, wrapped under the bed's cover, in the secrecy of their own world. 

"Oh oui… Oui, Mundy…" 

The Aussie was on top of Lucien. He had one hand in his hair, grasping the silky cinder locks firmly. His other hand held both of them where their desire burnt the most. And he clenched his grip, massaging along the lines of their veins, reading in Braille what Lucien didn't dare say, because it wasn't like him. It wasn't like him to be too blunt, too crude. As he did in life in general, he carefully chose his words in the sheets too, for the pleasure to grow without crossing the line and breaking it all. 

So what Lucien couldn't say, he conveyed differently. A loving and slow roll of the hips, a slightly higher-pitched whimper, a syllable laced in a thin whisper, because the sentence would be too much. 

"More…" 

Mundy's hand released his own masculinity to only focus on Lucien. 

"Non, please… You and me…" 

Mundy smiled and kissed the corner of Lucien's lips before wrapping his fingers again around both of them. 

"Oui… Oui…" 

Mundy's other hand slid down from Lucien's hair to his face, grabbing his bearded jaw and pulling. He too, needed more of his lover. 

"Hah… Oui…" Lucien loved it. There weren't enough words to express it, or maybe he just didn't know them. So for lack of a better way to phrase it, he whimpered, his moans jumping an octave higher in pitch. 

"Like it when I hold you…?"

Lucien nodded, his lips still against Mundy. He couldn't answer with words. 

"Right then…" 

Mundy's hand slithered down to Lucien's chest, his fingers drowning in the short, salt and pepper chest hair. He pinched a nipple and Lucien's voice jumped again as his back arched. The Aussie chuckled and bit his lover's ear. His hand continued its journey down until it went lower than the first. 

"Ohf-gnh! Mundy!" 

With a hand on their lust, and the other below Lucien's, the Aussie grinned maliciously. Lucien's eyes were shut and he didn't see it. He could only feel the confident hand cup, caress and massage the two treasures that Lucien kept underneath his member. 

"Sensitive there, eh?" 

Lucien's hands had slid to Mundy's hair and clenched. He nodded again. 

"I like it… Ooh, y'liked that, didn't ya?" 

Lucien's dignity had left the room a long while ago. There was nothing else to save, so he yielded and his vocal chords sang a song that Mundy revelled in. It was high in pitch, almost feminine and definitely weak, something that the hunter appreciated deeply. He liked hearing the confident and gorgeous man lose his composure and there was something beautiful and raw in Lucien's vulnerability; something that tickled the Aussie in his body as much as in his pride. It was shameful, perhaps, but part of him was far from shy and liked the position of power, not in a cruel way, but just knowing that he was in control and able to satisfy his lover, he was in a position of predator, not prey. Oh, yes, he enjoyed pulling the wanton moans, the weak whimpers, the syllables of Lucien's pride collapsing. He liked it all as much as he liked providing enough comfort and trust for Lucien to abandon himself that way, to be as defenseless as he wanted, to lower his guard and enjoy the luxury of the safety in Mundy's arms. 

"Mundy… please…?" 

"Right, enough teasin'..." Mundy lay on top of Lucien and let his entire body weigh on the Frenchman. His arms slithered left and right around the silhouette of the singer, the spy, the partner in crime, in life and now, in the sheets. He hugged Lucien powerfully as he kissed him hungrily. There was nothing to lose that he hadn't lost yet. There was no obstacle, no limit in his head, no barriers, no secrets. 

"Mon Dieu…" Lucien's eyebrows arched high up and he could feel his eyes warm up. "Please, take me…" 

"Whatever you want, darl'..." Mundy added a quick kiss on Lucien's lower lip while the Frenchman was trying to catch his breath and relax. A second later, a pop resounded in the room, and a smell, the smell of lust, diffused in the room. 

"How do you want me?" Lucien whispered. 

"However you want me to take you, luv'." 

And Lucien flipped to lie on his stomach. 

"Yeah, that's perfect…" Mundy couldn't resist and dived in that softness that beckoned his eyes. He couldn't resist it, there was no way. He lapped, bit and savoured as Lucien's hips jerked on their own occasionally. "Mmh… So soft…" 

Another bite and Lucien whimpered. 

"Please…!" He begged and Mundy felt the outcry resonate between his own legs. 

"Gosh, yeah…" He put his hands on Lucien's softness and pulled, left and right before kissing and lapping. 

"Please, Mundy, I… really need you…" Mundy had noticed that indeed, Lucien was rolling his hips on the bed. "Oh! Oui!" The Frenchman grabbed a pillow and buried his head in it, to solely focus on the new sensation. Mundy went slowly and prudently before he added more to the play. 

"Breathe, luv', you're doin' great… Take your time…" He kissed Lucien's behind and thighs repeatedly.

"More…"

Mundy did as Lucien asked and could feel the Frenchman slowly adjust to the sensation. Now, Lucien felt the same burning front and back. 

"You… I need you…" 

"Ssh… Let me just… Yeah, look at you… You're perfect…" Mundy had added yet another finger to the play and Lucien's tears started beading at the corner of his eyes. It wasn't because of the pain, but the frustration, the anticipation, the slow burn was killing him. 

But soon, Mundy withdrew and Lucien whined as a complaint. 

"Just a second… Didn't know you could be that impatient, eh…?" Mundy lay on top of Lucien's back and the Frenchman raised his hips. "Oh… Yeah… P-perfect…"

Lucien bit the pillow below him to smother his moans that Mundy could hear nonetheless. It took a few seconds of exquisite agony before the Aussie was entirely in the safety of his lover's body. "Yeah… Orh… You feel… so nice… Hold on…" He grabbed Lucien's shoulder from behind, as leverage, and started to roll his hips. "Ohohooo… Yeah… Yeah…!" 

Each roll of his hips was met by Lucien's eager ones. And the game started to get hotter, both started to sweat… 

Lucien turned his head away from the pillow to catch some fresh air and Mundy caught the corner of his lips. His hands slid one across Lucien's chest, the other on his throat. 

"Oh! O-oui!" 

Mundy's eyebrows would have jumped if he wasn't so busy. He didn't know Lucien had that… side to him. The one that complemented Mundy's baser, hunter instincts, the prey side. Mundy's fingers laced around the Frenchman's throat, careful not to squeeze too tightly but enough to feel the fragile column of delicate flesh, the source of Lucien's voice, of his songs of pleasure, of his sounds of lust. 

Mundy paused for an instant and pushed a lock of Lucien's long hair away from his face. 

"Love you, Lu', love you so much…"

"Hah… Mundy… Why… Why…" Lucien panted.

"Why, what, darl'?" Mundy lay on top of Lucien still and hugged him. Their breaths soon synced. 

"Why did I have to wait so long for this?" 

Mundy smiled. 

"Cause you come across as a posh snob, not someone who likes bein' put in his place…"

Lucien smiled, his eyes still closed. 

"And all it took…" He answered. "Was an outstanding sharpshooter…"

"Apparently, yeah. But I'm not a sharpshooter anymore, luv'."

"Non, it is true. And yet, anything you have done from the moment I saw you use your rifle to today, all of these things led me to be underneath you now and… well, dare I say, sing my pleasure in octaves unheard of before…"

"Mmh…" Mundy kissed his lover again and again, Lucien turning his head as much as he could to meet his lover's lips. "I love you… I love takin' care of you like that…" Mundy tightened his grip on his lover and raised his hips slowly before pushing them back. 

"Oorh…" Lucien's eyes rolled up in bliss and he bit his lower lip. Mundy's break was over and soon, the bed started to creak as the springs in the mattress suffered in rhythm with Mundy's hips. 

Mundy stuck his cheek to Lucien's, both slid against each other with the sweat.

"Listen to me… Y-you're everythin', ok? Y-you're so… important… Can't stop thinkin' about you… I see you everywhere, in everythin', I don't want you to go… I wanna stay with you, always… Uh-hold on… There!"

"Arh!" 

Mundy had slipped a hand where Lucien was craving it. 

"Listen to me, I-orh… I'm gettin' close… You're gettin' me… so… bloody… close…"

They were both out of energy. Mundy's abs and thighs burnt, Lucien's lower body didn't respond to him anymore, it was totally controlled by Mundy's hips and what they held in between.

"Hold on… need to kiss you…" Mundy withdrew from his lover who complained with a whine. He gently rolled him to face him and smiled as he caressed his face, pressing his sweaty forehead against Lucien's. "No, please… Don't be sad… Here… Uh, Gosh you're perfect…" 

Mundy positioned himself again and asked for his thighs to make one last effort, to carry him and Lucien till the end. He was in pain, drained of energy and panting hard. Lucien pushed his hips back to help him. Oui, they would conclude together.

"Arh… L-Lu'..."

Mundy slid his fingers through Lucien's long hair, raking his scalp with his calloused fingers. Both opened their eyes and stared intensely, Mundy, his brow furrowed and focused, his jaw clenched, Lucien, his eyebrows arched high up and tears at the corner of his eyes, looking up to the only man he should ever show weakness too. Because it wasn't weakness, it was trust.

"Oui… M-Mundy, hold me… Kiss me… Mon Dieu!" 

The Aussie obeyed and stuck his lips to his lover. But both felt it. Their high was imminent. Lucien dug his pristine nails in Mundy's back and wrapped his legs around his waist as the Aussie's hips slowed down and pushed impossibly further, chasing a pleasure that now crashed in waves through his entire body. 

"Mundy!" 

"LUCIEN!" 

Perle and Soot woke up in a flash from the other end of the corridor, their ears pricked up. Mundy's roar had slashed the air as he let himself collapse on his lover.

Their ears rang with the fading ripples of Mundy's outcry in the air, their hearts were beating a samba on their temples as their breaths galloped to catch the oxygen in the room. Once abundant, now it felt like none was left.

Instinctively, their eyes closed, they found each other's lips and clung there. The rest of their bodies were too weak. They needed to rest, catch their breaths and wait for the blood to flow back everywhere. 

And so they waited for their breaths to calm down. None of them realised it but they fell asleep in that position, making one still, in the safety of each other's arms. Their bodies and mind blacked out for God knows how long. 

When Mundy opened his eyes again, the sky was still dark but some early birds were chirping. 

"Mmh… mon amour…"

Kiss… Kiss… Kiss… 

Shy pecks were landing down in the crook of Lucien's neck and along his bearded jaw.

"Mundy… Let me sleep…" 

"Not a chance."

Mundy felt Lucien's legs stretch under the blanket and soon, the Frenchman's limbs laced sensually around his lover.

"Ya clingy lil' panther." 

"Mmh!" Lucien protested but his moan soon melted in the velvety chuckle that Mundy loved so much. The Aussie raised the duvet and covered them both before kissing the Frenchman some more, pushing him deeper and deeper into the mattress itself. "Someone woke up in a playful mood, hm?" 

"Well, I had a good night, and I woke up still in the arms of my darl', so yeah…" 

"And your darl', as you call him, is delighted."

More lapping sounds under the cover of the duvet, Mundy still on top of Lucien. 

"How d'you feel?" 

"Some areas are a bit… sore." 

"Ah, sorry, my fault." 

"Oui, it is. But I do not hold a grudge against you for it." 

They rolled and Lucien climbed on top of his lover, lying flat on his naked body. 

"Would a massage help…?" Mundy slid his hands down Lucien's back. 

"Are you asking more for me or for you?" 

Mundy chuckled. 

"For you, of course."

"Mundy…?" 

"Right, maybe a bit for me too, eh." He gently caressed Lucien where he liked it most. 

"Ah, gently, please…" Lucien pushed the cover away from them and the sunlight hit their naked and lazy bodies.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm not gonna squeeze it." Mundy looked down on his torso. Lucien looked like a mermaid sunbathing on his chest of the same colour as the sand. His long, cinder hair was flowing on Mundy's torso. The Aussie caressed it. "Love your hair, darl', so soft and beautiful." 

"Merci. I love you entirely." Lucien gently scratched his lover's chest hair, next to his own head. "I had the most pleasant dream last night." 

"Oh? What was it?" 

"There was a feral, wild Bushman, an outstanding sharpshooter."

"Ooh, what did he do?" 

"Things that my lips cannot say."

"Why?" 

"Because it isn't made for children's ears."

"Where d'you see a kid?" Mundy asked. 

"There…" Lucien pointed at the door. 

"Meow…?" 

"Yeah, hold on, guys, let me cover Papa… He's all nakey nakey, eh…?" Mundy pulled the cover up to their waists and the cats trotted in the room before jumping on the bed and brushing themselves on both of them.

"Bonjour, les enfants." Lucien moved to lie next to Mundy, his head on his shoulder and both Perle and Soot lay between them. They loved being showered in scratches and their purrs grew louder.

[Hello, children.]

"Meow?" 

"Yeah, Sooty boy, I know you want your brekky. Give us a minute to wake up, yeah? We also need a good shower…"

The black male with green eyes headbutted Mundy affectionately and the Aussie gave him a cat kiss in response. 

"Meow." Perle called and Soot immediately raised his head to her. She gently walked to the edge of the bed, her fluffy paws sinking in her masters' body through the cover, and jumped down. 

Soot was quick to follow his wife out of the bedroom. 

"Pearl's the one who's leadin', eh?" Mundy said as he watched Soot trot to his companion.

"So am I." Lucien cheekily answered. 

"Think you need to rethink that after last night, hm?"

"Do I?"

"Mh-hm." Mundy nodded. 

"Make me, then." Lucien cocked a cheeky eyebrow.

It took a second trip of the cats to pull the lovebirds out of bed. 

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #241: DARK ANGEL!

March, 1984

The Magical Menace of MORGAN LE FEY!

Hey, uh, Morgan. The pink dimension looks like its bad for your skin? You might want to see a dermatologist?

Also, stop squeezing She-Hulk! She’s not a novelty toy and her eyes don’t pop out in any way you’d want.

Oh! The Avengers book has gone from The Avengers to the Mighty Avengers again. Wonder why.

Anyway.

Last time on As the Avengers Turn: The Avengers get a call from San Francisco that Jessica Drew Spider-Woman is in a coma. Also, that Jessica Drew Spider-Woman is a person they know. They’ve forgotten. The whole world has forgotten because Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman had a wizard mind wipe the world of her existence after she went back in time and shoved Morgan Le Fey out of a tower.

Dammit, what is it with spiders and mindwipes??

The ghost of Morgan is keeping Jessica’s mind separate from her body, hoping to get her revenge by killing Jess and then stealing her body to revive herself.

The Avengers call in Dr Strange and World’s Best Biophysicist Hank Pym to help deal with Coma Jess (but not that one) and some of Jess’ friends like Tigra and the Shroud are also hanging around.

This time on Avengers of Our Lives:

Running and shouting in the hospital? Jessica Drew may be at stake but common courtesy is still a thing!

This random assortment of everyone who wasn’t already in the hospital room rushes towards the hospital room but finds that there’s some manner of glowing barrier blocking the entrance.

Doctors and nurses bang on the glow fruitlessly and Wasp joins them in that by blasting it to no effect.

Wasp: “Hmmm, my Wasp’s sting can blow a good-sized hole in any ordinary wall! This is a bother!”

You’ve kinda scaled back from bragging you could blow up a house, Jan.

Tigra goes to scratch the glowing barrier and just falls right through it.

Cue pratfall noise.

After some frightening expressions from She-Hulk, Wasp and She-Hulk figure hey maybe we can just go right through too!

And they doooo!

Shroud feels some resistance from the barrier but when he thinks about how worried he is about Jessica Drew, the barrier lets him through.

Meanwhile, the assorted medical staff still can’t get in hah

Inside, the heroes learn that the barrier was put up by Dr. Strange to keep out medical staff. Those trained professionals will just get in the way.

Scarlet Wanda the Witch also recaps for the people who weren’t in the room what happened last time with Spider-Woman’s ghost trying to reunite with her body but bouncing off and becoming a photo negative. And that if they can’t jam her spirit back into her meat, Jessica will be left a mindless vegetable foreverrr.

Also, Jessica’s vital signs are fading fast and Dr. Strange is needing to put a lot of attention to keeping Jessica’s astral form together.

It will be up to someone else to investigate!

Dr. Strange: “Whatever force is behind this, it must be incredibly powerful!”

Morgan, helpfully showing her entire hand: “Power?! Hah! You cannot begin to comprehend the extent of my  power!”

It will be up to nobody to investigate because Morgan Le Fey is going to just broadcast her involvement, turning Dr. Strange’s barrier into a wide-screen tv.

Morgan Le Fey: “Hear me, mortals -- I am Morgan Le Fey, and I was all but supreme in the arts of sorcery, centuries before you were born! I shall not brook any interference in my quest for revenge upon Jessica Drew... she who called herself Spider-Woman!”

Morgan lays out all her grievances viz being pushed out a window by Jessica and her evil schemes ie stealing Jessica’s body but She-Hulk is She-Hulk and less than impressed.

She-Hulk: “You think we’d let you just waltz in and take over somebody else’s body?!”

Morgan Le Fey: “If you are wise, yes!”

She-Hulk: “No way, sister! And as for striking us down... I’d like to see you try!”

Morgan Le Fey: “Hah-ha-ha-hah-ha! Very well! But first -- let us have a bit of... fun!”

And Morgan summons a bunch of evil beasties and tendrils and pink beads strung together through the portal at the heroes.

Dammit She-Hulk, you antagonized the magic lady!

Dr. Strange blocks some of it but he’s still mostly tied up with keeping Jessica’s soul alive sooooo someone else get on this.

So someone else gets on it. The Avengers and other superheroes leap to fight these random spell effects as they do best. Mostly by punching. And there’s some blasting.

Shroud finds that the darkness he controls seems to disorient the creatures Morgan summoned. Handy!

But they’re just holding the line there and if they keep playing defensive, Jessica Drew is going to die since Morgan is blocking her soul from her body. So they need to take the battle to Morgan.

Thankfully Janet “Magic is a little out of the Avengers’ line” van Dyne has a plan.

The mystical window Morgan le Fey was doing magic through suddenly clouds up with Shroud’s darkness. She blows away the darkness with demon winds, as ya do, but when the winds clear away the darkness, bam, Scarlet Witch, She-Hulk, Shroud, and Starfox!

Morgan turned Dr. Strange’s barrier into a window so he turned her window into a door. Fair’s fair.

And Wanda instantly manipulates the probability of Morgan falling on her ass.

Good.

Starfox flies forward to finish Morgan off but this is page 10 not page 20mumble so Morgan blasts the hapless space idiot.

Morgan Le Fey: “I don’t care how powerful you mortals think you are! I am Morgan Le Fey! No one, not even Merlin himself, could contain me forever!”

Getting punched off a tower and disintegrating was a minor inconvenience!

Meanwhile, everyone who didn’t go through the barrier window door is still in the hospital room fighting off Morgan’s spells because yes she can fight several heroes on the astral plane while also maintaining a bunch of spells in another dimension.

Even Dr. Strange has to admit that she’s very powerful.

We do get a nice follow-up on Tigra’s time on the Avengers though as Captain Marvel’s determination in the face of spooky magic inspires Tigra.

Tigra: Incredible! This stuff has her nearly as spooked as it has me, but she’s working real hard not to show it! Somehow, that makes it easier to fight this stuff! But I still don’t like it!

Wasp assists World Famous Biophysicist Hank Pym as he monitors Jessica Drew’s vitals. No time for post-divorce awkwardness, Jessica Drew is at stake! And at risk of dying soon due to the stress of all of this.

Meanwhile, back in New York at Avengers Mansion, Captain America comes home from his solo adventures. Apparently he hasn’t heard about Vision the Great and Powerful hologram head because he’s confused.

Vision explains and then Hawkeye comes in and explains in smaller words and Cap is like Oh I See.

And then a computer in the communications center explodes. As one doesn’t.

Vision: “I really must apologize for that sudden overload in the monitor systems. It’s nothing to get alarmed about, though!  I’ve rerouted that screen’s functions through a back-up system! No need to worry... I have everything taken care of! Everything!”

Dubious Cap: “Yes... I’m sure you have Vision.”

But Hawkeye pulls Cap away from his skeptical stare to take him to meet Mockingbird.

Vision: That power surge was similar to the one I detected previously -- but this one was even more powerful! The monitor overloaded before I could get a fix on it! But I msut find the source of this mysterious energy! I must! Anything capable of generating such power could upset all of my plans! And that must not be!

Hmm, I’m not sure what that power surge thing is. Could be Secret Wars lurking around the horizon... the time period is right. But more to the point, Vision, ‘that could upset all my plans’ isn’t something superheroes tend to say/think! That’s kinda ominous!

Back over at the A plot, Morgan Le Fey turns into a giant made out of random bits of terrain, as one does when one is Morgan Le Fey.

Morgan Le Fey: “ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE IN MY DOMAIN! AS YOU WERE ALL FOOLHARDY ENOUGH TO BODILY ENTER THE ASTRAL DIMENSION, I HAVE CREATED MYSELF A BODY WHICH YOU CAN BATTLE... A BODY FORMED FROM THE VERY STUFF OF THIS REALM!”

I don’t appreciate her evil schemes but I admire her energy. She’s villaining good.

Interesting that the cover still gave her ‘made out of random crap’ texture but used her normal colors instead of yellow, orange, and purple. I feel like at that point, just make her look like a normal giant Morgan Le Fey and have it be more representative of what happens than what actually happens.

Anyway.

Forcing Morgan to gigamax means less of her attention is focused on the hospital room which means all her spells there are getting weaker. Unfortunately including the barrier window door which starts shrinking. And unfortunately not including the barrier around Jessica Drew who is now in danger of going into cardiac arrest due to acute soul deficiency.

Dr. Strange decides that now, and not any moment before now, is the time to act. He uses the Eye of Agamotto to make contact with “the captive psyche of the motionless dark angel...”

So there we go. That’s why the issue is titled DARK ANGEL. This one off description of photo-negative Jessica Drew soul.

Personally, I think “The Magical Menace of Morgan Le Fey!” would have made a better title but Roger Stern and/or Mark Gruenwald probably know what they’re doing.

Dr. Strange makes contact with Jessica and empowers her with the Eye of Agamotto.

Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman: “Y-yes, I do feel stronger somehow! But I’m still so... so lost!”

Dr. Strange: “Never fear, Jessica! The light will show you the way home! Follow the light!”

Huuuuuuuuuh. Usually an iffy thing to tell someone in a coma but. I mean. He is a doctor.

But Jessica finds the.... astral winds? Some kind of winds. Which I think represent the barrier Morgan put up to keep Jessia out of her body. Anyway, there are winds and they are too mighty for Jess to make headway against.

AND THEN, MAGNUS.

He roused from Morgan’s sneak attack a bit earlier and now he’s here to narrate his entire backstory.

Because, of course.

Jessica also notes that he looks so pale but he’s the same shade of white as he’s been so I dunno.

Centuries ago, Magnus was but a student sorcerer. Merlin rejected his apprentice application so he became the student and lover of Morgan Le Fey. Because Morgan’s evil. You think she cares about student-teacher ethics?

Magnus was young and in love and convinced himself that all of Morgan’s rants about how much she hated King Arthur was totally not a problem.

And then she found the Darkhold and even Magnus realized ‘oh this isn’t great, is it?’

So he stole the Darkhold, hid it in a tower that those of evil intent could not enter, and then went on the run.

Morgan eventually found him and killed him while he was astral projecting, Magnus having to devise a spell pretty much on the spot to let him continue on as a not-Force ghost.

With great effort, Magnus could visit Earth for brief periods by possessing people. On some of those visits, he met and assisted and fell in love with Jessica.

Magnus: “Jessica, so much that has befallen you has been because of me! Morgan used you to strike at me, even as she used me to strike at you. Yes, and to my shame, I set you ‘gainst her! Because of me, you have existed these past days in a twilight between death and the life you love so much! I have seen people, good people, risking their lives to save you... I could do no less!”

So Magnus uses the last bit of his magic, and his cohesion as a not-Force ghost, to still the psychic winds and let her rejoin her body.

Not bad, Magnus.

You’re still a bit of a creep but good way to go out.

Dark Angel Spider-Woman melds back into Jessica Drew, her vitals stabilize, and she comes out of her coma.

Hooray, Jessica Drew has been undeaded!

In the astral plane, Morgan senses that the Great Jessica Drew Body Caper has been thwarted and she’s miffed.

Morgan Le Fey: “DEMONS OF CHTHON!! MY HOLD ON SPIDER-WOMAN HAS BEEN BROKEN! I CAN SENSE IT! BUT... THIS CANNOT BE!”

And while she’s distracted yelling at nobody in particular, Team Take the Fight to Morgan strikes her good.

Scarlet Witch makes it very probably that a bunch of pink explosions will explode all over her, She-Hulk and Starfox do her some punches, and the Shroud shrouds her face with shrouding darkness.

She-Hulk: “Oh, that jaw is just too tempting a target! Say ‘good night,’ Morgie! You’re gonna be a hit in the landfill business!”

You’re doing great, Jen.

Morgan Le Fey: “You... insolent... WHELP! You cannot defeat Morgan by mere physical might! I shall yet have my vengeance! If Spider-Woman is denied me I shall take your body!”

Ghost Morgan jumps out of giant rock giant Morgan to try to body-jack She-Hulk but Dr. Strange has something to say to that.

He says ‘nah.’

Or more specifically “Flame of Faltine swirl and sunder and turn ‘round this foul exchange! Let yon sorceress stay rock-bound... by the power of Doctor Strange!”

Which. To be honest. Is much cooler.

Makes sense though. He was tied up keeping Jess’ soul together for most of the issue. Not having to do that anymore meant he could slip in and punk Morgan.

She’s less than pleased.

Morgan Le Fey, from inside a giant disembodied rock version of her own head: “You’ll live to rue this day, Doctor Strange! From this day forward I am your sworn enemy!”

To be fair, you two would have wound up at odds eventually anyway if you insisted on being magical and evil so I don’t know how much remorse he’s feeling about thwarting you now. Probably none.

Anyway. Dr. Strange hurries everyone through the barrier window door portal before he runs out of effort to keep it open.

Back in Jessica  Drew’s hospital room, Hank Pym announces the cost of getting uncancelled like she was.

Hank Pym: “The ordeal you went through caused some radical changes in your body chemistry. I’m afraid that your life as Spider-Woman is over... No more sticking to walls, no more venom blasts! From now on, you’re just a normal woman!”

Okay. So, her book got cancelled and she was killed off and written out of memory. Back in June, 1983. But now in March, 1984, that death and so on is being retconned. Jessica gets to be alive again!

So why does she lose her powers?

Well. She failed the sales test. And she was originally created to squat a trademark. And Marvel only puts so much support behind their trademark squatters. If all that matters is that someone is squatting the trademark rather than the character itself, it made more sense to Marvel to cycle through characters rather than supporting something that is losing them money.

It happened to Mar-Vell (death April, 1982) to give us Monica Rambeau instead (August, 1982). And now its happening to Jessica Drew. Her time as Spider-Woman is up because Marvel is just going to try another take on the concept. Julia Carpenter, coming soon.

Of course, you can’t keep a good Jessica down, either. Kind of like when Reed Richards makes any definite statement, Hank Pym’s assertion that Jessica has been rendered powerless is going to be proven not entirely true.

Either way, Jessica is too thrilled to be alive to fuss about losing her powers. She’s going to continue private detecting even if its harder without superpowers!

Hm. Jessica Jones being a rated M for Mature expy of Jessica Drew becomes more and more obvious.

Anyway.

The Spider-Woman may be gone, but for Jessica Drew a bright new life beckons!

Yay!

Follow @essential-avengers​ for Julia Carpenter? Yes, eventually. And maybe sooner than you’d think. Unless you look up dates. Don’t look up dates. Preserve the mystery. Or don’t. I can’t stop you. You’re too strong. Also, like and follow if you like.

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Chances

AO3

Masterpost- Previous- Next

Summary: They all truly met each other by chance.

Day 25 Demus, LAMP/CALM, background Remile-  You have an object that represents your soulmate glows when in you both hold your objects in proximity to each other

No. Nope. This was way too cutesy. Virgil stared at the object that had appeared by his elbow while he was eating breakfast and loudly declared he wanted a new soulmate who wasn't a baby.

His older brother chuckled, "sorry, V. That's not how soulmates work. That's a cute little teddy bear I'm sure they're very nice."

Virgil pouted at the bear, "Jan, they may be nice but I'm not!"

"True! You are a pain in the neck. Maybe they'll teach you some manners-" as Janus was talking two more objects appeared, a small telescope and a miniature rose in a glass, like the one in Beauty and the Beast. Janus looked surprised, "wow! The universe heard you, V. What are you gonna do now?"

Virgil stared at the objects, overwhelmed at the prospect of disappointing three different soulmates. His face paled and he lost his appetite, "I think I'm gonna die." --- Patton was okay with the rose and telescope, but he hated the black widow spider soul object with the entirety of his being. It was icky and looked like it would come alive and bite him in the night. His foster father watched with an amused smile as he pushed it across the breakfast table.

"Girl, it's not gonna bite you," Remy took a sip of his morning coffee.

"Dad?" Patton's foster brother called from their shared room where he'd been finishing homework, "is it normal to get three soulmates?"

Patton looked up as Logan walked into the dining room with an armful of objects, "hey, Lo. You too?"

Logan dumped his items on the table and Patton instantly recognized the spider and rose. A moment later, Logan made the same connection, grabbing Patton's spider to compare it with his own.

"Woah, both of you?  I couldn't handle more than Emile, no ma'am. Who do you think all those toys represent?" Remy chuckled at the two.

Logan looked up at Patton, "these are exactly the same. Every detail, from the positions of the legs to the purple eyes. I think we share a soulmate, Pat."

"I think we share two, the roses look the same too. But what about the ones that are different?" Patton held up the telescope and looked through it at Logan. Logan picked up his teddy bear and began to examine it as well. After a moment the items both started to softly glow. Patton pulled the telescope away from his eye and stared at it. Logan looked up from the glowing bear and saw Patton's telescope.

"Wait, but these things only glow when soulmates hold them in proximity to each other at the same time. There can only be one logical conclusion," Logan's serious countenance melted into soft shock.

"No way! I'm calling Pops at work right now. He's gonna flip!" Remy grinned and pulled out his phone, standing to walk to the other room.

"So, we're soulmates?" Patton smiled at Logan, the telescope still glowing softly in his hand.

"Yeah, babe. They're soulmates. Yes, with each other! No I- can we legally adopt soulmates? Shit, I think the kids heard that-" Remy walked through the kitchen again, talking animatedly on his cell.

"Apparently so," Logan marveled at their glowing toys before setting his bear down. The glow faded quickly from the toys but took up residence in their hearts, soft and warm. --- Roman groaned as the alarm blared at him for the third time that morning. He felt something heavy on his face and slowly blinked open his eyes to find eight purple ones staring back at him. He shrieked and swatted at his face, accidentally throwing himself off the bed as Remus burst into the room.

"It is nearly time for school- what is the matter with you, squirt?"  He demanded before noticing the new toys on the bed, "oh did ya get your soulmate’s stuff?"

Roman struggled to untangle himself from the sheets, "no, I was attacked by them! Look at this thing!" he held up the spider for Remus to look at.

"Hey, it's a creepy thing like my snake!" Remus grinned, taking it to look closer, "neat!"

Roman looked on the bed and saw the telescope and the teddy bear, "oh my gosh! Three soulmates? That's like so many!"

"Yeah! What'd you do to get so many?" Remus ruffled his brother's hair.

"I have no idea, however, I shall begin my quest to find them!" Roman stood with his hands on his hips and chest puffed out, a dashing smile from ear to ear.

"Alright, Romeo, but first it's time for school, Remus grinned and pushed him to the closet of clothing, "let's go." --- "Patton you'll never find him if you don't bring it with you," Logan stated in a matter-of-fact tone, "it's just a toy."

"But I don't like it. It creeps me out," Patton huffed.

"Fine, but I'm not telling you who when I find them."

"Boys, please. You have the rest of your lives to find the other two. Don't spend it all bickering," Remy rubbed his temples, eager to drop them off at school and get some quiet. --- "Jan, you haven't found your soulmate, right?" Virgil asked from the passenger's seat.

"No, and thank you for reminding me," Janus answered, patting the little squid that lived on his car dashboard.

"What happens when you don't find them?" Virgil stared out the side window and Janus sighed.

"You keep living your life. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find your soulmates when it's time to find them.

"I hope you find yours soon. I know you don't like raising me on your own," the comment cut like a knife through Janus’ heart. Brutally accurate like most things that came out of Virgil’s mouth.

"But we make it work, right?" Janus smiled hopefully over at Virgil.

"Yeah, I guess we do." --- A few years later, Janus finally managed to hit it off with someone at the bar while Virgil worked on homework, home alone. Remus was incredibly forward and flirty and did everything he could to make Janus blush. The attention was enjoyable and before he knew it they were kissing this the parking lot, his back to his car.

"Mm, you wanna take me home?" Remus murmured.

"No, I've got a kid brother and I doubt you're quiet," Janus chuckled.

"Damn, you too? Well, there goes that plan," Remus sighed and tugged at the snake around his wrist.

"That's a cool bracelet. I really like it," Janus smiled.

Remus laughed, "it's actually my soulmate toy. I made it into a bracelet so I could find him eventually."

"Oh, well I guess that makes a lot of sense. My squid stays in my car," Janus grinned, happy that his latest fling wasn't trying to be a cheat for once.

"Can I see??" Remus' eyes lit up even in the dark.

"I guess if you must," Janus unlocked the car and ushered Remus inside. Remus was already playing with the toy by the time he walked around to the driver's side.

"He's adorable! What'd you name him?" Janus couldn't help but laugh.

"I didn't name him. When I was a kid I decided to name him for my soulmate but it's been so long I just... decided not to name him at all."

"Aww, you should name him now!" Remus tossed Janus the squid. He stared at it thoughtfully and his puzzled frown turned into an amazed grin as the squid started glowing. He looked over to Remus who was staring at the circle of light around his wrist.

"Still want to come home with me?" Janus asked.

"Absolutely!" --- Remus had insisted that Roman meet Janus’ brother but wouldn't explain why. Roman tried to get out of what was sure to be an awkward situation but Remus wouldn't take no for an answer and that was when he was most dangerous.

Virgil and Roman were shuffled off to Virgil’s bedroom where they sat in sullen silence while their soulmate brothers made out in the living room.

"This blows," Roman moaned.

"Agreed," Virgil sighed and pulled his teddy bear off his shelf, pretending to make it die horrible deaths.

"Oh, that's cute. Kinda looks like mine," Roman smiled.

"Wait really?" Virgil raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I've got a teddy, a telescope, and a spider," Roman counted off the objects on his fingers as he listed them off, "I know, three is kinda weird but it doesn't raise your chances of meeting them at all."

Virgil looked at Roman in confusion, "I've got a teddy, a telescope, and a rose. I understand having three, but ours sound really similar."

"Wait," Roman grabbed his backpack and pulled out the spider. Virgil nodded and grabbed the rose and both started to softly glow, "no way! Oh, Remus is gonna be pissed! It took him forever to find Janus."

Remus was delighted that his hunch had been correct. He'd suspected the two were soulmates after recognizing two of Virgil’s toys as identical to Roman’s.

Virgil and Roman swapped their items and Roman was more than happy to come over whenever Remus wanted to spend time with Janus. They started getting to know each other and theorizing about their other two soulmates. --- Roman set his rose up on his desk before the geometry test. He wasn't looking forward to the test but his reminder of Virgil often helped calm him down when he was stressed.

"Is that representative of your soulmate?" Roman turned to face the new kid in class who seemed very interested in the rose.

"No, he actually gave it to me after we matched," Roman smiled in an effort to be welcoming. The other kid's glasses and tie certainly were setting him up to get picked on as soon as the teachers looked away.

"Fascinating… I'm Logan," he held out his hand which Roman shook with a grin.

"Nice to meet you, Logan."

"I think I have the same rose. Do you have a telescope?" Roman froze at the question, halfway turned back around.

"How did you know?"

"Because my first soulmate has a telescope as well," Logan pulled an identical rose out of his backpack. Roman quickly fumbled around to find his telescope as the bell to start class rang. Both objects began to glow as the teacher was giving test instructions. The two boys locked eyes and nodded, putting their matched objects away quickly.

After class Logan waited for Roman in the hall.

"Okay here's the plan, Specs. I'll get Virgil and you get…"

"Patton."

"Patton and we'll meet after school by the cafeteria. Got it?"

"Should be simple."

"See ya then, soulmate!" Roman ran off towards his next class, leaving Logan alone in the hall.

After school Roman practically dragged Virgil to the cafeteria, refusing to explain why. When Logan and Patton rounded the corner, Roman practically lept into Logan’s arms. He quickly pushed him away.

"Patton, I believe these are our other two soulmates," Logan cleared his throat and adjusted his tie as he explained.

"Oh neat!" Patton exclaimed, "I'm beary happy to meet you!"

"Oh christ, you're the teddy bear?" Virgil groaned.

"And I suppose you're the spider?" Logan looked over Virgil’s ensemble and knew the aesthetic fit.

"Um, Lo? I kinda lost the spider…" Patton admitted sheepishly.

"Fair enough, I left the bear at home," Virgil shrugged.

"How could you?" Roman looked upset.

"It's like carrying around a toy. I didn't want to. I'm sorry Patton, it's nothing against you," Virgil smiled apologetically.

"Well, I brought the bear," Roman scoffed, pulling it out of his bag.

"Virgil, do you have your telescope?" Logan asked while Patton pulled out his rose and they all watched as the two glowed.

"Yeah yeah, one second," Virgil smiled and pulled it out, watching as the spider in Logan’s hand glowed as well.

"Where do we go from here?" Roman wondered aloud.

"Anywhere we want to. We can start with friends?" Patton smiled at the others with their faces lit by the toys in their hands.

Tag List: @stoicpanther @ifrickenhatedeverythingaboutthis @idontgiveafuckaboutshit @tsshipmonth2020

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NSFW Alphabet ~ Katsuki Bakugo

Word Count: 1.7k

Key: ☆,♤

Ask: Okay for one, I love all the hcs you did for Todoroki! Would you be able to do something like that for Bakugo?

Thanks, Anon for requesting this, I was already planning on doing this but then I put it on the back burner to focus on other things and kind of forgot about it. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy.

Aftercare ~ What he’s like after sex.

➯ After sharing such an intimate moment with you Katsuki’s tough-guy façade waivers for just a little while.

➯ He’ll be super caring (more than usual), checking up on you every two minutes to make sure that you're okay, and asking you if you need anything so he can provide for you. 

➯ He wants you to know that he loves you and not just something that he uses from time to time to release stress.

Body part ~ His favorite body part of his and also his partner's.

➯ Katsuki’s favorite body part of his own are his hands because they are the very thing that drives you over the edge over and over and over again.

➯ Katsuki loves all. Of. You. He loves the shape of your eyes, the way that your collar bone pops, your stretch marks, your belly button, the softness of your lips, the way that your hair smells. Like for real, he can’t get enough of you.

Cum ~ Anything to do with cum.

➯ Suki’s cum is always very thick and completely opaque, it tastes sweet but also salty like saltwater taffy.

➯ Katsuki 's favorite place to cum is inside of you, he loves it, he believes it to be the most intimate part of lovemaking. 

➯ If you're not game for that his second favorite place to cum is on your stomach, though it doesn’t do the same for him as the former, it’s close. 

Dirty secret ~ Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his.

➯ Katsukis has always wanted to try anal. Not for any particular reason, he just thinks that it might be interesting, hell it might even be fun.

Experience ~ How experienced is he? Does he know what he’s doing?

➯ He has had a couple of girlfriends before, but compared to you, it’s like night and day. 

➯ Dating you is like nothing Katsuki has ever experienced before. Half the time he has no idea what to do, but when you're in bed that's a whole different story. You had to teach him one or two things, but aside from that, he is amazing, every time he leaves you speechless.

Favorite position ~ This goes without saying.

➯ It’s Katsuki's personal goal for him to bury himself as deep as possible inside of you, he wants to feel all of you, and he really does mean all. 

➯ That being said his favorite positions include the following: The Anvil, Head Over Heels, Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl, Doggy Style, and Missionary.

Goofy ~ Is he more serious during the moment? Is he humorous?

➯ Katsuki isn’t super, super serious during sex, so if something funny happens he’ll chuckle for a second before carrying on with whatever he was doing.

➯ However, he’ll never purposely joke around while having sex. Even though he isn’t super intimate sex it’s still a special moment between the two of you.

Hair ~ How well-groomed is he? Does the carpet match the drapes?

➯ Blonde pubes as far as the eye can see! 

➯ I don’t see Katsuki as the type of person to trim his bush. It’s not that he doesn’t try for you, he just honestly never thought twice about things like that.

 ➯ Though if you were to say something about it he wouldn’t hesitate to fix things up for you.

Intimacy ~ How is he during the moment? The romantic aspect of it all.

➯ Katsuki usually isn’t very romantic, he knows that he loves you and thinks that is enough.

➯ But on special dates like Valentine's Day or your anniversary he tries his best. He’ll make reservations at your favorite restaurant and take you to see the movie that everyone has been talking about. 

➯ Once your outside adventures are done you can expect a very steamy lovemaking session to take place in the bedroom, which he decorated with rose petals scattered on the bedspread and candles that illuminate the whole room.

Jack off ~ Masturbation headcanon!

➯ I’m not going to lie to you, Katsuki is one hell of a horn dog.

➯ When you're not around for him to pound you senseless then jacking off is the next best thing.

➯ He'll be quick about, fast strokes, and he'll be thinking about you the whole time.

Kink ~ One or more of his kinks.

➯ Though he would never admit it he is really into choking and bondage. There is just something about the dominance of it all. He loves to be large and in charge.

➯ He is also super into overstimulation, spanking, and teasing, he enjoys watching you squirm underneath him.

➯ So basically he’s a total dom, in fact, he might even be a little bit of a sadist.

Location ~ Favorite places to do the do.

➯ Anywhere literally anywhere.

➯ In the car, on a table, against a wall, in the pool, on the roof. 

➯ Seriously anywhere, just say when.

Motivation ~ What turns them on, gets them going.

➯ Anything that you do. Anything that you say. Anything that you wear. 

➯ Kacchan is already a massive horndog with barely any self-control, so when you come around wearing your PINK boyshorts with your hair tied-up any ounce of that so-called self-control that he did have goes flying out the window.

No ~ Something he wouldn’t do, turn-offs.

➯ Anything that will cause you pain that’s not pleasurable for you. As soon as you say stop he doesn’t hesitate to do so.

Oral ~ Preference in giving or receiving.

➯ Prefers receiving or giving.

➯ When you suck him off he likes to put his hands on each side of your head and trust hard into your face.

➯ Of course, he’ll return the favor. His tongue will help you experience new highs that will leave you shaking and begging for more.

Pace ~ Is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual?

➯ Sex with is Katsuki almost always fast, hard, rough senseless pounding.

➯ On days when he is feeling more romantic than usual, he likes to take things slower. Foreplay will be longer and incorporate much more teasing, once you arrive at the main event things will be slower and intimate than normal.

Quickie ~ His opinions on quickies, how often.

➯ Katsuki thoroughly enjoys quickies. It’s already been established that he is always, always horny for you, so I would say that quickies are pretty frequent.

Risk ~ Is he game to experiment? Does he take risks?

➯ He’ll never be the one to suggest anything because he thinks that you are more than enough for him.

➯ But if you were to suggest something he would be all for it, as long as you’re safe.

Stamina ~ How many rounds can he go for? How long does he last?

➯ This man has stamina for days.

➯ He can go for as many rounds as you need and then some. Like seriously, it’s almost as if he doesn’t have an off button.

Toys ~ Does he own toys? Does he use them? On a partner or themselves?

➯ He does not own any dildos, when Katsuki is in bed he wants to be the one who is making you scream his name.

➯ That being said he does have a couple of pairs of handcuffs (his favorite are the fluffy ones with the leopard print), very, very occasionally he’ll use a vibrator if he needs that extra “oomph”, and he has a scarf that he uses specifically for tying your wrist to his headboard.

Unfair ~ How much he likes to tease.

➯ Katsuki’s tease game is top tier. He’ll leave you a moaning, shaking mess before he even gets inside of you.

➯ Especially if you feel hornier than usual, he’ll take full advantage of the situation, and you’ll be in tears by the end of the night.

Volume ~ How loud is he, what sounds does he make.

➯ When he is not kissing you, you’ll hear grunts, pants, and the very occasional moan.

➯ Kutski is very vocal during sex, his favorite quotes include: “Your Daddy’s little slut aren’t ya”, “You like that, huh” and of course “I fucking love you so fucking much!”

Wild card ~ A random headcanon for the character.

➯Katsuki is big on cuddling. He might seem like a mean jerk on the outside but on the inside, he is a slightly less mean jerk.

➯ He’ll always find an excuse to have you in his arms, he’ll never admit it but he is desperate to be with you. He wants to stay with you in his arms forever.

X-ray ~ Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes!

➯ Katsuki is super strong (duh!) and has the muscles to prove it. You notice the way that his biceps and forearms are in a state of constant flex whenever he supports you while you ride him.

➯ His dick is definitely above average 6.8 maybe 6.9 inches (172.72 mm, 175.26 mm).  His girth is also something that he has the right to be proud of, he is quite thick so every time he thrust into you he fills you up completely.

Yearning ~ How high is his sex drive?

➯ Pshh!

➯ It’s literally all he can think about.

➯ He’s thinking about where it’s going to happen, when it’s going to happen, and if he should try out that new position he saw on the internet.

➯ Often he’ll find himself wondering if you are just as obsessed with him as he is you.

Zzz ~ How quickly he falls asleep afterward.

➯ He’ll make sure that you're okay and that you have everything that you need,

➯ Then he’ll doze off pretty soon after.

➯ He likes to fall asleep with your head on his chest so he can play with your hair as he listens to talk about how your day went.

[dragons-socks]

Baby Bumblebee chptr 3

“Hey, Captain Lennox, Bumblebee isn’t here if that’s what you’re looking for.” Sam said as Ironhide pulled up and the captain jumped out. Mikaela waved from her spot inspecting the old engine of Sam’s replacement car when Bee is out in the field.

“I know. That’s why I’m here.” Something about the way Lennox said it had both teens dropping what they were doing and turning fully to him.

“Is he alright? Did he die. I swear if you wrecked him, I’m going to beat-” Sam began frantically threatening Lennox when Ironhide’s passenger rear door popped open and tiny light-the-night yellow sketchers popped out followed by black overall-shorts over a yellow t-shirt, but was drowned out by an overly large bee-themed jacket. The kid slipped on the last few inches out of the truck, landing smack on his bottom. Instead of crying out like most children do, he let out a series of clicks and chitters.

“I said I’d get you in a second, kid.” Lennox sighed, walking over and picking the child up to his feet. Sam looked between the kid and Lennox. He turned to Mikaela to make sure she was also seeing the kid as well.

“Uh, I didn’t know Epps had a kid?” Sam asked. “What’s his, uh, name?”

“Bumblebee.” Lennox said, face flat. Sam wanted to laugh, but the kid just looked down at his shoes, scuffing his toes in the grass.

“No way.” Sam knelt down to take a closer look at the little boy. “Like, my car? Like the 18 foot alien robot?” The kid let out a sad whine.

“Why is he a child? Shouldn’t he be older, even if he was turned into a human.” Mikaela asked, standing closer to Lennox.

“We think that is the purpose of the weapon, not to just turn the autobots into humans, but also small and defenseless.” Lennox explained the battle and how Bee saved Optimus from their weapon. Sam ruffled Bee’s fluffy blonde hair.

“He looks more like you cheated on Sarah with some cute African mama while on tour, then Epps and his girlfriend’s kid.” Mikaela cooed at Bee.

“I think my babysitter has the same idea.” Lennox groaned. “We tried to say he was a dead friend’s kid, but I’m not sure she completely bought it.”

“Sarah would have you sleeping in the dog house if that were true.” Mikaela assured.

“Oh, I’m in the doghouse either way. Apparently it’s a little traumatising to experience being a human than just observing them.” Lennox laughed as Bee let out a series of grumbles and chirps.

“So I have to stick with the crapper?” Sam bemoaned. Bee turned to him, letting out chirps and chitters. His tiny hand rested on Sam’s cheek, a determined look taking over his whole face as he promised he didn’t become a human to shake his duties to and for Sam.

“It was a joke, buddy. Don’t worry.” Sam laughed.

Judy walked out and completely went heads over heels for the kid little kid in her front yard. She snatched him up instantly, pinching his chubby cheeks and gushing about the brightest blue eyes she’s ever seen.

“Ma! Mom! MOM!” Sam shouted as Bee struggled against the matriarchy of the Witwicky family. “You’re freaking him out. Will you put him down?”

“He’s so small, you were this small once. Oh, I remember when you used to just rip your overall’s off cause you didn’t like them at all. But look how cute he is!” Judy at least set Bee down, who ran and hid behind Lennox’s legs, glaring at the woman from behind them.

“Yeah, yeah, ma. Why are you out here anyway?”

“Dinner is almost done. We have enough for you two as well, Captain Lennox.” She turned to the other adult.

“I’ll have to decline. We’re supposed to be picking up the last of the supplies for Bee and then headed back to the wife’s dinner. She’d kill me if I came with a full stomach.” Lennox gave a tight smile. Judy went on about being a good husband and yelling at her own to take notes. Ron yelled back about having been her husband for long enough to know how to handle his marriage.

“We’ll be able to see Bee at the base, right?” Sam asked.

“No. Optimus isn’t a fan of having him with the other Autobots and my superiors feel the same with having a child running around base. So he’ll be at my house until we figure out how to get him back to normal.”

“And if you can’t?” Lennox didn’t answer, not verbally, but the look on his face said enough. Bee let out a grumble, folding his arms and shaking his head. He wouldn’t rest until he could kick ass and drive fast again. “Well, I could always look after him if you need someone. I owe him for looking after me all this time anyway.”

“Thanks, kid. We’ll be around.” Lennox said. Bee wrapped his arms around Sam, who picked him up and helped him back into Ironhide, finding a kid’s car seat. Sam suppressed the need to laugh. An autobot that’s been in wars, has killed, and can take a brutal beating, has to also resort to being put into a car seat for his own safety.

“See ya later, Bee.” Sam ruffled the soft curls one last time. Bee waved goodbye.

Lennox was a little surprised that it wasn’t like pulling teeth to get Bumblebee away from Sam. He was almost positive that the autobot-turned-boy would try to stay with his ward. Maybe it was the promise of seeing Sam again that eased the separation. But Lennox wasn’t complaining. He wasn’t lying when he said he still had to get Bee a few more supplies for his room and Sarah was expecting him home at some point.

Bumblebee’s eyes went wide as they walked into yet another store. Lennox had been dragging him in and out of them all day. He’s been shoved into clothes for hours, and made to choose sleeping supplies and shelves. He was placed in front of plastic toys, but he didn’t want to look at those. Lennox held out a newer version of the yellow toy car and put it in the cart. Bumblebee didn’t want to acknowledge it’s presence so he turned away. His hand brushed against something soft, which made him stop in his tracks. Peaking to the side, he found a large box filled with fake earth animals. It was staring into his spark with beady black eyes, long drooping ears rested around its face.

“You can have the bunny if you want, Bee.” Lennox said, lifting it out of the box and placing it in Bee’s hands. Bumblebee’s fingers gripped automatically to the soft fur. He let out a stream of happy clicks.

The bunny was now in his room at the house, safe, protected. This new store was different. It was just shelves and shelves of books. Lennox wasn’t really browsing as he had done the other stores. No, he was walking straight to the counter where a girl sat, typing away at her computer. She ignored the duo until Lennox cleared his throat. She let out a sigh, turning to him with bored eyes.

“The children’s section is down the hall and to the right. The education corner is up the stairs all the way in the back.” She went back to her computer.

“I’m William Lennox. I called earlier.” He said.

“Oh, yeha, my boss said something about that. We’ve pulled some books for you.” She spun around, digging around a different shelf behind her before she pulled out a stack of large books. “These are the ones we’ve found.”

“I’ll take them all.” Lennox said. Bee went on his tiptoes and pulled down a small thin book. The cover had a cartoon child smiling, their hands in an odd position. The title was colorful and in big letters, ‘American Sign Language for Children’.

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The first time Lennox got back to the autobot base wasn’t until a whole week after getting into a healthy routine with Bumblebee. The kid was picking up sign language faster than Lennox could relearn it, so communication was still rocky, but it was getting better. They also had a grid of pictures and words that Bee could point at to help let Sarah know what he needed.

“Lennox, good to see ya back.” Epps clapped him on the back. “How’s the kid?”

“10,000 years of prior knowledge really makes ‘em smart, you know.” Lennox tries to smile, but it doesn’t quite appear. He drops his facade, running a hand down his face. “He’s upset on good days, throws tantrums on bad ones. He gets stressed easily and frustration runs high every minute.”

“That doesn’t really sound like Bumblebee. He’s usually so upbeat even in tough situations.” Epps commented.

“Ironhide thinks Bee is reacting to his physical age due to the human chemicals and endorphins bumping through his body. I’m inclined to believe so as well. Also, it’s a situation none of us has ever gone through before. He’s in unknown territory without his family to help him. He’s been abandoned and outcast and everything is a constant reminder of what he’s lost. He sacrificed himself for his leader, for the one he looks up to for guidance and safety. And because of the outcome, he was pushed away by that very man.” Lennox tried to explain the feelings that have been tearing Bumblebee into pieces.

“Yeah, that does sound stressful.” Epps slouched. “How’s Annabell taking having an older brother?”

“She hates it.” Lennox groaned, sliding down to the floor.

“It can’t be that bad.” Epps laughed at his friend’s pain.

“She’s just fine sharing, as long as its in the way she wants, which Bee usually gets overwhelmed with her demands and ends up with Annabell throwing a tantrum and Bee hiding away in Ironhide.” Lennox took a deep breath.

“Do I even want to know how Sarah is taking this?” Epps helped Lennox to his feet.

“Oh, she’s loving how much room she has in the King bed without any company.” Lennox gave a dry bark of laughter.

“Seriously?”

“She loves Bee, didn’t even take a second to warm up to him. She is mad that I made this ‘life-changing’ decision without her.”

“Well, we’re wife and kid free here, man. So just come down to the hanger and see what the bots have been up to.” Epps led the way to the large warehouse where the autobots were walking around and talking with other military faciliants. Or they were trying too. Ironhide was shouting at Optimus and anyone else who tried to argue with him or try to calm him down.

“I’ve got tear stains in my leather upholster, because he thinks he’s been abandoned! And you know what, he ain’t wrong.” Ironhide folded his arms, glaring at the leader of the Autobots.

“We’ve been over this, Ironhide. He would not be safe here. I’m not going to change my decision.” Optimus huffed, getting frustrated at this endless cycle that was getting them nowhere.

“Oh, I know. But I want you to live with the guilt of that decision riding on your conscience till the All Spark has mercy.” Ironhide spins his cannons, but doesn’t engage in any violence with his commander. Lennox was surprised the weapon’s expert held back. Ironhide had been overheating with rage for the whole ride here.

“Don’t start a fight, Ironhide. Bumblebee knew the risk.” Wheeljack said. “Besides, being alone isn’t the worst. I’m by myself all the time.” Wheeljack didn’t get to continue his thoughts as Ironhide slammed his fist into the other’s face.

“Hey, hey, Ironhide! They’re not going to change their minds with senseless violence. We’re here to do a job. Just keep it civil, big guy.” Lennox said, running to break up the bots.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to the range.” Ironhide transformed into his truck and rolled away from the others.

“Thank you for understanding, Captain.” Optimus started, but Lennox shot a glare up to the large mech.

“Don’t think I’m on your side, Prime. I just hate cleaning up the messes that happen when you guys fight.” Lennox turned away from the bot to organize his men.

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Cold Eyes (Dark Rey x Reader) [Part 13]

Summary: After spending your first night together, you have to face a new and dangerous threat.

Words: 1,910

A/N: Have I told you how much I enjoy writing this series? Well I do and a lot! Just wanted to thank you for all your love to this little thing. That was all, happy reading!

It was still dark outside when your eyes fluttered slowly open, the strange yet soft orange light slided through the big window turning the room into a warm, comfortable golden tone.

“Hi” you murmured with sleepy voice, a smile forming on your lips as you saw Rey’s hazel eyes darting at you, the warm light of the dawn letting them look warmer than usual.

“Hi” she smiled back at you propping herself on her elbow. She looked beyond beautiful under the golden light, her dark hair was tousled, some strands hanging into her face while a soft content smile adorned her delicate face. She observed you for a moment before she leaned down to capture your lips.

A content hum left your lips when she moved from your lips to your neck pressing light kissed onto your skin there and along your jaw, your mind still trying to realize what had happened last night, you smiled with the memories of her hands dancing over your body, what an incredible night.

“Did you sleep well?” she murmured and you could feel her smiling on your skin.

“Better than ever” you giggled. You felt so peaceful, so free without the nightmares and you felt safe with Rey’s arm wrapped around your body.

Rey took a new look at you, caressing your face softly and pushing some strands of hair away from your face. Her eyes filled with longing and adoration, she couldn’t help but smile at you, it was hard for her to believe you were really there with her.

“I have to go now” she told you reluctantly. “I have a few meetings today”

“Can’t cancel them?” you joked around “I mean, you’re the Supreme Leader after all, you can do whatever you want.” you saw her laugh before she leaned to kiss you again.

“It’s not that simple, Y/N” she murmured inches away from your lips before she finally got out of the big bed. You watched her delicate naked body walking across the room as you stayed in the bed comfort. She caught your gaze when she was sliding into a new black dress that hugged her curves just enough but still perfect for a battle, noticing your gaze she looked at you for an instant, the confident grin was back on her lips.

“You can stay here a bit longer” she told you “Maybe sleep a little more, I’ll send someone for you later” she said fixing the last touches of her clothing, then she came closer to you pressing a short but sweet kiss on your lips.

“See ya” you said before she was gone.

You did take her offer, a good sleep sounded great so you curled up in the big bed alone but knowing there will be no more nightmares, you were sure Rey had somehow make them stop. However you sleep wasn’t as pleasant as you expected.

There was a voice, a very distant voice but it was there, echoing in the back of your head. It called your name one, two, many times. It was different from a nightmare, this voice was familiar and didn’t seemed to want to harm you.

Then you finally recognized it when it grew louder.

“Finn” you murmured snapping your eyes open.

“Y/N!” his voice said entuciastictly. You looked around the big empty room searching and scanning for any sign of your friend but he was nowhere to find, it was impossible, he couldn’t be there. “Y/N, can you hear me? I need you to concentrate, okay?”

“Finn, yes I hear you” you said out loud “Can you… see me?” you asked as you covered yourself with the dark sheets.

“No” he said “It’s just your voice for now, why?”

“No reason” you chuckled searching for your clothes. “Where are you? How’s the Resistance? I- I’m glad to hear your voice”

“We’re hiding, Y/N. We’re weak but I least I found you.” he said “I’ve been trying to contact you somehow with the Force but Leia said I wasn’t ready but we really need your help, the Resistance is smaller every day and the First Order conquered so many planets.” he explained.

“I know” you sighed, you had seen the maps, the holograms, you had been in some of those planets now controlled by the First Order.

You sat on the edge of the bed for a moment. He did it, he had learn how to reach out, a thing you were supposed to do a long time ago to help them but instead you were lying in bed with the enemy.

“Y/N?”

“I’m here” you told him.

“We lost communication after Endor, there was a mission to rescue you, we thought you were there but never found you.” he continued then he paused for a moment. “Where are you, Y/N?” he said in a serious tone, you looked at the ground before answering.

“Mustafar” you said adjusting the last pieces of fabric over your body and already knowing what his next question would be.

“Mustafar!?” he said surprised “But that’s the First Order’s headquarters, how…”

“It’s a long story, Finn” you cut him off, “I’ll tell you later, the only thing that matters now is that I’m still in your side and I’ll find a way to help.”

Just then the heavy metal door opened and you glanced at the man in the doorway.

“Y/N, you’re still there?” Finn asked in the back of your head. “Y/N!”

“General Hux” you greeted the intruder. “She send you to pick me up, right?” you told him serios.

“Exactly” he limited to said before he turned around, an unspoken command for you to follow him. You felt the Finn’s voice fading away as you walked in silence behind the General.

"You're not special" he said without looking at you once you were in a completely desert hallway.

"Excuse me?" You asked confused.

"To her, to Rey" he said, this was the first time he didn't called her Supreme Leader and it seems weird, though you weren't surprised he was a double face man doing whatever to stay alive. "Do you really think she cares about you? No, you're just a toy" he scoffed.

"You're wrong" you told him. "You don't know her like I do, Hux"

Then he stopped his feet and turned to look at you.

"Don't play the fool, girl" he said with satisfied grin on his lips, keeping his posture as he held his hands behind his back. "She's using you. She just wants your connection with the force" he looked you up and down. "And perhaps as a stress reliever" he said, of course he figured out you two were sleeping together when he found you in her quarters.

"It's different with me" you huffed.

"Oh, darling. I thought you were smarter than this" He said smiling "Enjoy your privileges while you can, Y/N. But for your own good I suggest you not to get use to it" he walked closer to you leaning close to you "Because once you're not longer useful to her she's going to get rid of you in an instant, just like she did with Kylo Ren"

You stared at him with fury, you wanted to punch him in the face but you're doubt stopped you.

"You don't know what happened to him, do you?" He said "She didn't tell you everything"

"She killed him, I know that" you said "he probably deserved it, he turned her into a monster"

"No, darling" he told you "He tried to stop her. After he killed Snoke he was free to see the destruction he made him do" Hux explained "Ren tried to convince your precious Rey to go to the light again but it was too late" he added "Becoming the monster was her choice"

He looked at you satisfied to see your face going from anger to horror.

"Now come on, dear" he said already making his way down the hall "They're waiting for us."

Minutes later you found yourself lost in your thoughts sitting in the long table full of commanders and generals, Hux staring across the table to you.

Then an hologram popped out of the holo table revealing a small blue figure with the form of Rey.

"Supreme Leader" Hux greeted the little image.

"Apologies for keeping you waiting" she rushed to speak in a serious way "I'm afraid I won't be able to attend the meeting, I have to take care of other kind of… business" the rest of the people stayed quiet as she spoke "My apprentice Y/N will take my place on the meeting and will report everything to me when it's over"

"Me?"

"Her?" Hux said surprised "Supreme Leader I assure you I can inform you of everything we discuss here."

"I want the report from her and only from her, General Hux" she said strict. You looked across the table and smirked at Hux who seemed to be very offended.

"As you wish, Supreme Leader" he said and moments later the blue figure was gone. Then it was replaced with the same hologram of the system you had seen before that marked the advance of the First Order.

"Commander Benndra, you have the floor" Hux said looking at a woman sitting next to him. She immediately stood up and started to speak with confidence.

"This hologram shows the occupied by the First Order, most of them surrendered and those that didn't were defeated by the Supreme Leader herself" she explained, you felt the fear running in your body again, you could imagined her killing innocent people and it scared you. "Supreme Leader is right now attacking this planet and once we have it under our control Phase One would be finished. We can proceed to Phase Two"

"Thank you Commander Benndra" Hux said and the woman sat back on her seat.

"Phase Two" the man said as he pushed some buttons in the side of the table, zooming to a small planet marked with the First Order's colors. "With this phase we will guarantee the order and peace in our colonies" he explained as he zoomed even more, to the surface of the planet where a big structure was visible. "This is how we bring order to the galaxy"

The audience applauded him for a moment and then get back to silence again.

"Cannons with technology from our ships are being installed in this precise moment" He continued "Cannons that destroyed planets like Jakku in a matter of second. We will have more options if our fleets gets damaged" he looked at you "Or if the civilians rebel against us. I just have to press a button and the planet would be gone."

You listened his words carefully, the fear growing bigger with every new sentence. How could they do a thing like that? It was monstrous, terrifying, really really bad. You felt sick when the hologram showed again the conquer of the First Order, there were lots of planets forced to live now in fear.

And then you felt pain, how could Rey allow this? how could she be possibly okay with this? Maybe Hux was right, maybe it was her choice to become the monster after all.

You had to find a way out, a way to stop this now more than ever, before it was too late for all the galaxy.

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Candyman (Mob!Bucky x Burlesque!Reader

Summary: Tony takes Bucky and his friends to a show to help ease the rising tensions from the rumors passing through the streets. Little does Bucky know that an admiration for a certain dancer’s body would turn into one for her soul. Yet, he fights the desire to bring you into his world, knowing that the havoc of his life was not something he wanted you involved with. But how long could he resist the urge to be with you as his rival readies for war? Would he be willing to risk your life to satiate his own selfish desires? Were you willing to be with a man as dangerous as him? Time would soon answer these questions but who says you’ll have enough of it to find out?

Warnings: Some adult theme 

Word Count: 2.3k

  I looked around the room and tried to take in my surroundings. Two obvious exits. One hidden. The main door, the one behind the bar and the one in the corner of the building. Which would be the one I would be clearing through if anything were to happen. On account of the only sources of light being the candles in the center of the tables and the empty, dimly lit stage that everyone had come here for, it was difficult to find the last one. But once found, I switched seats over to this worn booth and kept my eyes on the main entrance, only occasionally eyeing the bar on the opposite side of the floor.

  Tony, a dear friend of mine, had dragged me and a few of my ‘colleagues’ over to this hole in the wall to relax, knowing how stressed and on edge we all were upon hearing the whispers dancing through the streets.

  “Where are the dames?” Steve spoke up from beside me.

  “The dames,” Tony mocked, raising his hand in the air to catch the attention of the waitress, “are preparing for the show,”

  Steve flushed and meekly nodded.

  “We’ll take four whiskeys on the rocks and keep ‘em coming.” Tony flashed the waitress his infamous smile, “Thanks, Princess,” he said, handing her his card.

  “You always know just where to go to get your rocks off, don’t ya, Tony?” Rhodey asked, keeping his eyes on the waitress as she walked away.

  “And you, my kind sir, lack subtlety,” Tony responded and whistled when the club lights dimmed despite already being dark.

  The speakers strategically placed around the club thrummed with life and gave the whole room a new energy, spurring the men in their seats.

  Tarzan and Jane were swinging from a vine.

  You took a deep breath, trying to fight the butterflies that nestled in your stomach right before you always went on. You watched as two girls unveiled themselves, turning around to face the crowd and earning cheers from the crowd.

  Drinkin’ from a bottle of Vodka double wine.

  Sweet.

  The girl ahead of you on your left turns around, her hip jutted out.

  Sugar.

  The girl to your right does the same, adding a bit more flare.

  Candyman.

  You twirl around, effectively hitting yourself in the face with the hair on your wig but plaster on the sultriest smile you could muster and hit the beat as you’ve been taught.

  He’s a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop.

  Hands covering your mouth. Innocent doe eyes at the remark. Heels higher than the building. Right hand up and down. Left hand up and down.

  Lips like sugarcane, good things come for boys who wait.

  Hold up a single finger. Use the other hand to pry your underwear teasingly off your hip.

  He’s a one stop, get it while it’s hot; baby, don’t stop.

  Twirl. Drop. Chest up. Ass out. Slowly come back up.

  He’s a one stop shop with a real big-

  Face the crowd. Drop again. Open your legs, make sure everyone can see. Best O-Face you can muster. Hand on the cloth between your legs. Other hand intertwined in your wig. Head thrown back.

  Jane lost her grip and down she fell.

  Snap to the beat. Make your way to the back. Show as much ass as possible.

  Squared herself away as she let out a yell.

  Finish with your lips parted, ass facing the, eyebrow raised for those on the side that can see you still.

  And then the applause.

~

  I watched as her hair twirled with her movement. She knew what she was doing with those eyes, those hips, those hips. Everything. Every movement was strategically made, nothing down to her breath was misplaced. She danced to make sure that she got all the attention despite being on the sides at times. Every flick of her gaze, every lip bite, every raised eyebrow, it entranced me. It consumed me.

  I enjoyed watching her toy with the audience, making sure she received the praise she deserved and more.

  “Love at first sight, Barnes?” Rhodey asked.

  I loosened my grip on the table and leaned back in my seat after he spoke, “Just enjoying the show,”

  “How much are you enjoying the show?” Rhodey teased, wriggling his eyebrows.

  “I’m afraid to check.” Tony feigned looking under the table and into my lap.

  I rolled my eyes and rested against the back of the seat, the cushion already having lost its fluffiness from years of wear. I twirled the drink in my hand and took a sip, never once prying my eyes away from my captivator. Who was she? How long had she been doing this? Did she actually enjoy it or did she need the money? Did she always enjoy the game she played or did she grow to love it? I had to know everything, wanted to know everything about her.

  Tony motioned over the waitress again, “Tell Roxie ‘Tony’s here’”.

  She nodded, accepting the twenty-dollar bill he tipped her and took off towards the back of the stage.

  “What about you, Cap? You enjoy the show?” Tony asked, eyebrow up.

  Steve looked towards the stage and nodded slowly, his flush adamant on his cheeks. I chuckled with the others at Steve’s reaction. He was a trusted friend and advisor, always knowing the best route to take and how to handle certain situations but let a woman be in the room and he was a stuttering mess. His confidence went down to zero and I’ve tried to help him but that’s just how he is. It’s refreshing compared to Tony’s behavior.

  The waitress came back and let us know Tony’s friend was on her way.

  “How did you find this place?” I asked, my eyes glued to the stage just in case she came back on.

  “I can’t tell you my secrets, then you’d get rid of me,” Tony joked, kind of.

  His purpose was contacts. He knew everyone and everyone knew him. He knew all the people we needed to meet with to get the job done and since he was amicable with most, the deals usually went down smoothly and with us benefitting immensely. He was valuable and he knew it. He let his position get to his head but that’s partly why he has the position in the first place. Tony’s confidence was something that could be sensed from across the room. Nobody would take him for a fool.

  Rhodey half-assedly raised his glass in the air, “Well, kudos to Tony for finding this dungeon,”

  “Dungeon,” Tony scoffed.

  “So, who’s the girl you called for?” Steve asked after taking a sip, “New flavor of the week?”

  A redheaded girl stood next to Tony and pouted out her bottom lip, “New flavor of the week? Please, Tony wishes he could have me for that long,” she teased and sat down in his lap and he wrapped an arm around her waist.

  “For you, I’d wait an eternity, my darling,” Tony exasperated and I rolled my eyes, only then noticing the girl standing beside her.

  Heat rose to my cheeks and my eyes widened as she leaned casually against the booth, waiting for her friend to be done with her toy. Her arms crossed over her chest, only accentuating her cleavage, and she chewed on her lip impatiently.

  “Who’s this friend of yours?” Tony chirped up after he introduced us all to Roxie.

  He twisted her head and stared at her friend with a playful twist of her lips. “This is (Y/N). I’ve taken her under my wing for the meantime,”

  “As if I need it,” She chirped up, feigning an observation of your nailbeds.

  “She goes where I go,” Roxie commented to Tony.

  “Well she hasn’t been to my place but she’s welcome to join.” Tony winked over at (Y/N) who chuckled lightly.

  “Thanks, but I don’t like to share.” She winked back playfully and the nerves in my stomach only grew.

  “What a coincidence, neither do I,” Rhodey spoke up from beside Tony and she genuinely laughed at that.

  Tony snorted, pretending to choke on his drink, then offered Roxie his glass which she took gleefully and chugged down the rest. “That’s because you’ve had your fair share of sharing and it didn’t end well for you,”

  Steve sipped on his glass beside me and chewed nervously on his cheek, no doubt all flustered by the women surrounding us. “Would you like a drink?” Steve offered the two girls.

  Roxie handed Tony his glass back to him and (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders, “I could go for a drink,”

  Steve lifted his hand in the air and called over the waitress who he had a few issues speaking with as she was almost as scantily clad as these women.

  “Two more glasses, please,” I mumbled and brought my gaze up to (Y/N) who was already looking down at me.

  “And you are?” She asked, moving her shoulders forward ever so slightly in my direction.

  I couldn’t help the small tug on the corner of my lips, “James Barnes, at your service,”

  You eyed him up and down, admiring his sly smirk and his slicked back hair. You observed how he twirled the glass in his hold, hearing the clinking of the ice dancing against each other, and trailed your eyes up from his hand to his broad shoulders, his chiseled jaw, his five o’clock shadow, the bags under his mesmerizing eyes. Everything he was. It all called to you and you suddenly wondered how his shadow would feel grazing the inside of your thighs. You pulled yourself out of your thoughts and refocused on his quirked eyebrow.

  “At my service, you say?” You teased, grabbing hold of the glass that the waitress, Yasmine, had offered you.

  She looked at you with a knowing stare, motioning towards the man you were just previously fantasizing about and you smirked at her, knowing he would be the topic of discussion when you were in the sanctity of your dressing room.

  Roxie gave you the same knowing look and you hid your blush behind the glass at your lips then shrugged your shoulders as the accusation she was making with her eyes.

  “I’ve never met any of Tony’s friends,” Roxie brought up, twirling the guy’s, Tony’s, hair between her fingers. “What brings you here?”

  The man you had been admiring, James, stiffened up and his hard gaze landed on Tony, warning him not to speak out of line and you cocked your head a little at his reaction.

  “The guys just needed to loosen up a bit,” Tony responded, dismissing James’ stare, “No better place than here,”

  “You’re damn right,” Ana spoke up from behind you and threw her arm around your shoulder, biting her lip as she looked you up and down and you rolled your eyes, “There’s always something to distract yourself with,” she joked, kind of.

  The blond man sitting next to James flushed as he watched Ana trail her eyes over your body. Looks like he’s found a favorite to come back for. You tried to place Ana’s attention towards the reserved male that was, in your opinion, just as good-looking as his friends. All except one.

  You grabbed Ana’s hand in yours and threw her into the blonde’s, Steve’s, lap. You enjoyed watching how he tensed but how it was obvious he was trying to hide his excitement from her. Ana turned to the man and she flushed almost as red as he had.

  “You’re new,” She muttered, avoiding eye contact and she reached out to you and you handed her your drink, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around,”

  “He’s a friend of Tony’s,” Roxie spoke up, watching the girls on the stage get ready for the next dance. “You fellas plan on coming back and keeping us company?” She feigned the damsel and it appeared to do wonders for Steve.

  “I-if you’d like.” Steve flushed and Ana placed her finger under his chin, bringing his gaze up to hers.

  “Who else is gonna keep me company in between dances?”

  The thing you enjoyed about the girls around you was always their boldness. They weren’t scared to be viewed as the whore or the prude, to come off strong or keep the men chasing after them. They played the game how they wanted it played and it was something you’d hoped to pick up over time. They were master manipulators and this is not the first time you’ve met one of Roxie’s toys. She always kept a handful that she considered useful and although you never thought you could do that, you admired her for it anyway. She always kept a card up her sleeve.

  You looked up at Roxie and she rested Tony’s head on her chest and he seemed to be relishing in it. Tony also appeared to have a certain brash boldness about him and you were genuinely curious how long Roxie would keep him around. You’d hoped for a while. Especially if that meant he would keep bringing his friend around.

  You whirled around to the stage after hearing your name called and you sighed, wanting to stick around for a little longer.

  “The show must go on,” Roxie said and stood up off of Tony’s lap and Ana followed suit.

  You took the near empty glass of whiskey and threw it back completely, trying your hardest not to make a face as the toxin struggled to go down your throat. You placed the glass back on the table and bent over it, your breasts nearly falling out of their top and teasingly grabbed James’ glass before throwing it back as well.

  “Well, Mr. Barnes,” you said, making sure he had a good view of your cleavage, “Welcome to the show,”

[ne-fe-li-bata]

Aye yo CORPSE!  ...

Dead ass;

You can't convince me that Corspe was/is/does ; 

in no particular order..

• Deserve to be held ( I would smother him with my chest and hold him tighter than he has ever been held) & protected from this world

• Pyro! Mans loves🔥🔥🔥 - mostly his fav elemental  (Leo is a fire sign); “WOOO... now that’s a fire!”

•  Loves knives/weapons- has a collection (quite a nifty 1, ay thank-a-you) & even knows how to use butterfly knives/ tackle combat.

      Has a collection of weapons (brass knuckle, daggers, swords, knives,etc.)

•  Highly interested in combat/training. Most likely has training in some sort of combat. Loves any form of physical combat < UFC,MMA, Boxing, any type of martial arts>

•  Absolute proper gentlemen / clearly has the utmost charm/cunning

      I.e holds the door open & will slap yo ass on the way in, moves you away from street side when walking, pulls chairs, defends your honor, etc.

• Takes A . L . O . T  to truly capture his attention- but once you have it ..%100

•  With his person; protective/obsessives/ possessive/ sensual/ affectionate .

              < mine is mine. me no share -like absolutely not at all>

             “ You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down for ya“

• RP'er on DeviantArt/chats had his own OC. (also prob had his fav person to RP with) 

         <prob even talked to them in MSN or private chat>

•  Watched mostly nothing by anime/cartoons (nick/CN) as a kid & also mostly watched certain shows/movies as a kid well into his teens

         (could recite quotes/scenes as second nature)

•  Not a major musical theatre type of kid. But musical movies/shows was 1 of his favs- but still highly interested/ in love with theatre/musicals/preforming arts none the less.

-EYES DON’T LIE

•’staring problem’ he’d just stare at you -deep in his head (both good & bad) you’d have to bring him back to you ..”babe- eh, come *snap*back to me. What’s on your mind my love?’

•  Genuinely a really warm person- but only to certain people, but comes across cold & distance 

•  Grew up in the internet & knows the way around the 'business' & 'faceless' YouTubers/celebrities

•  His teens/ late adolescents consisted & grew up on YouTube O.G videos/ video game commentary/content;

  Cry.. <Cry was a huge part of my life & still hold a special place in my heart. Corspe just like I was most likely devastated with the shit that went down> 

Jack

Nova

Sp00n

Jontron

Smosh

Nigahiga

Shane

Jenna

Hanna Hart

Phil/Dan

KevJumba

Ray William Johnson

Pewds

Machinima

EMT

ERB

Wassabi Prod.

VlogBros, 

-etc

• Has an oral fixating (lovebites indefinitely <like dead ass ya’ll be chillan/ out & he’d attack you> & just needs something in his mouth always)

• Fidgety af, always need to be playing with something in his hands/playing with 

•  Is a goddamn absolute certified freak--but also super soft bean boi. (can't stress how this boi needs& deserves to be protected)

• Constant hand/arm touching/stroking for comfort.

• Daddy{papi} / Mommy(mamá) . Master . Sir  kink - hard control kinks- but highly sub. 

hard(er) kinks

• Lovebites = M I N E 

obvs fishnets/ crossbody straps/ lingerie

lace

collars/ restraints 

toys

     •RP

degrading/praising

sub/dom switch

showing/proving your actually/completely & utterly his/ he’s completely & utterly yours..

& of course you know it's go time when 1 - if not both of you has kitty ears on. 

over stim 

*no touchy/ don’t let me go*

“look at what I’ve done to you”

“you kno only I can do this to you”

“look how greedy you are for me”

“look at the mess you’ve made because of me’ 

“cum on my face”/’cum for me”

“who do you belong to” / “you belong to me & only me”

100% all black clothing 🖤

*that once we get home / I swear I’ll deal with you right here, right now* look 

primal play  “when you run from me, it only makes me want you more” “you know imma find you kitten”

pet names (beast< i feel like you call this man “ (a) beast”-he about to lose his absolute fucking mind> , “oh Corpse/______, you absolute fuckin’ beast- my God” kitten, babyboy/girl, baby(e), bae, my love, lover boy, my darling, slut, needy little bitch, cum slut, lil’ whore, master/mistress, king/queen”

“only yours” “just ______” “ no-one but _____” “only____” “only you” 

‘I’ll keep you so no one can find you or bother us’

“that’s my girl” / “that's my boy”

“would you like to/ I saw----”

“look at me” “don’t look away from me”

GROWLING / talking through clenched jaw

not breaking eye contact 

     • his name & ‘Corspe’ being cried out 

“cry out my name for me baby. know who you belong to”

video/sexing/teasing 

breeding kink

voyeurism

abrasions

aftercare af 

impact play 

24/7

edging 

accidental stim; “holy fuck- I’m so turned on by you rn”

rope bondage 

begging 

worships 

•  But also soft kinks; 

MEME SENDING

head on lap/chest

naps

playing with hair 

matching outfits

voice messages 

always touching (somehow)

no space between bodies

picture taking together/ just of you

body rubs, head rubs

massages

competition 

play fighting

“this reminded me of you”

“I remember you said” “I know you...”

“you know I love you”

“I can tell by your eyes”

“ugh- I swear to shit imma marry you 1 day”

“nothing really made sense until you”

“do you wanna watch”/ “WAIT!? YOU HAVEN’T SEEN?!”

“damn- you really do love/like me, eh?”/ “you are SO fucking mine”

“that’s my girl”/ “that's my boy”

pet names/ “MY_______” “YOURS”

long stares

dates- stay at home dates are his fav, as your attention/focus is just on him 

choker/necklace/ jewelry (that 1 of you bought- NOT LIKE HIGH PRICE TAG, but like seen it & was like ‘omg ____ would so wear...’) 

cuddles with movies /anime watching time

just being in the same room/on call- even in silence 

* emojis*- just some sort of communication 

inside jokes/ puns/dark humor

seeing 1 another with kids

future kink (family, travel, etc)

playing video games 

dancing/ singing with 1 another

Sitting on the ground, wrapped around his leg when he streams/edits

Nerf gun fights 

Watching him record (tracks/editing/streaming)

•  Loves- loves surprises <like dead ass would set up a surprise date/ do a scavenger hunt for you/ surprise you with your fav thing>

•  Loyalty is everything & his best attribute (& pride) 

• The music that he make is from the soul/heart. He pit everything has has/what he has left into his art

•  No one has seen the real him - a side he truly hides

•  He's both book & street smart

           Taught himself through YouTube/Reedit/online 

•  Fav actors; Jim Carrey/Robbin Williams/Will Smith (?)

•  Man’s straight up dangerous. we only know like a  quarter of him & people fall at his feet. ( h e . i s . n o t . t o . b e. F U C K E D . w i t h) 

•  Hates silence 

         ( constantly needs background noise)  <also can't fight me on this babyboi cuddles pillows/blankets for night-night time>

•  People don't understand the pain he is in every day, unless they have fibromyalgia/GERD/high functioning (sever social)anxiety/depression/ agoraphobia 

(my mom suffers with fibro/depression <I myself have GERD/ sever social amenity/depression>& I wouldn't wish those illness on my worse enemy...)

• Over all pain has changed him

• Has dealt with self harm since a young age- most likely 9- 11 yrs old. (as someone else who’s suffered with SH for years- when you become so numb it 1 of the only ways to feel some sort of anything/makes you feel like you’re alive)

• Addiction (drugs/people/things)

•  Wrote & read a lot of fanfiction

        (most likely his main source of reading in pre/teenage years)

• Is a hopeless romantic but has his guard way up

•  Obsessed with Japan / Studio Ghibli

• Doesn't think he deserves any of the recognition/ fame he's gotten--but definitely deserves it all as he's creative & inspirational as fuck. Also he’s worked so hard for it & had put himself through so much

    Contrary is highly appreciative of those that are supporting

• Doesn't do it for the fame but for the fact he know how he's gotten people through hard time (just like those on the internet got him through)

• Was a scene boy that vibe’d of myspace/ listens to a lot of  ‘scene’ pop-punk, emo/ scene band shit (band?)

•  Also is/was a major tumblr boy

•  Would be a phenomenal father

•   His love language: physical touch & words of affirmation 

• He would flinch at touch movement but would melt in your hands

• Face caresses would trigger anxiety/ tears.. but once he’s calmed/comfortable would burry his face in your touch. neck & chest

•  Still caught up in daydreams

•  A part of him is still never satisfied even if it’s exactly to the pin point detail of what he wanted  

•  Has at least 40/50(ish) songs he hasn't released

•  Mommy & daddy issues (not saying his home life was really- really  fucked - but non the less- it certainly wasn't the best).. Also wants to protect/provide for his family (especially his sister) & was prob closer to a grandparent/aunt/uncle)

•  Definitely prefers to be by himself, as every time people come around, it's like;‘"this is why I'm okay (ish)with being alone" 

• lost an important person to him due to O.D/ suicided..

•  Also most likely to of heard his "friends" shit talking 'Corpse' or something correlated with him

•  His pride is his biggest sin (next to lust)

•  Has single-handedly defined a huge part of 2020 ( in the best way)

•  Went through a fighting stage where he was ready to fuck anyone up on a drop of a dime (middle/'high school'/street fights- possibly even under ground)

          but also a stage where he cut absolutely everyone off for a solid couple years

•  Most likely obsessed with 1 of 3 creatures; lion, dragon, wolf ( 5ish- possibly bear/fox)

•  Dinosaur obsessed 

• Internet & video games raised him

• He raised himself

Quick to adapt to surroundings/situations.

•  Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was his shit ( I CAN SO SEE YOUNG BABYBOI RUNNIN AROUND THE HOUSE IN A POWER RANGER SUIT) "IT'S MORPHIN' TIME MOTHER FUCKER"

              fav ranger- green 

•  Has up until next year planned out & is working on the next 'version of corpse' ( PR, vids, music, etc)

•  Also med/high key this man was most likely in a physcward (more than once) ..

•  This man deserves more than he'll ever give himself recognition for & knows in the back of his mind--people will hate just to hate

•  Rose is his fav flower  🌹

•⛈️🌧️. >🌞.  Loves storms/ rain & prefers them over sunny days

•  Loves the moon/stars/space (?) < observatorium dates = fuckin mint>

• Pixar/Disney lover

        <still believes- deep down in happy ever after ... but thorough an twisted yet not so twisted- simple(??), dedicated process(?)>

•  Fav Pixar movie.. either Wall.E or Toy Story 

    •  Pixar > Disney

         •  But fav Disney movie- Beauty & the Beast (?)

• Most likely had a Jackass obsession's (doing dumb hoodshit)

•  Fall is his fav season (?)

•  Horror/ thriller movies/shows over everything (obvs)

•   Had an escape place in town where he’d hide from the world- that absolutely no one knew about. 

•  Was really into graffiti/ street art 

•  Arested as a youth - but charges dropped- or was still considered a mirror (either fighting/ possession/ trespassing/ vandalisms)

• Arrested on heavier charges (also same as above - but not tried as an minor)

•  also-ALSO ... thou he feels like he owes people something. HE DOESN’T OWE ANYTHING TO A N Y O N E . His mental & well being is the most important.

•  On a side & major note. You can't deny that this man single handily is a (in my opinion) the 2nd biggest “C” that define 2020.

•  Was most likely really into skateboarding/BMX

• Late night drives/impulsive road trips & playlist/ sitting at lookouts, just in silence & touching 1 another. 

• Clingy af-.. but could also be distance & cold af- especially on high pain days. stormy brain days. PTSD episodes.

• Slow dancing/ dancing around the apartments. with or without music.

• Rocking out with each other- screaming lyrics in each other face.

• “hey baby- how you feelin” 

         *grunting* *shuffles over & lays on chest* 

• Huge comforts for 1 another;

      Especially when going out, being wrapped around him for comfort & reassurance. Even being at home alone together- panic attacks are shit, PTSD episodes are even more shit. helping each other with bathing & caring

     When he’d be hiding from his reflection- or stares just a little too long. Going up behind him & worship him (vise versa)

• He’d be your biggest hypeman/ #1 fan (vise versa)

• Would LOVE you wearing his clothes/jewelry & would love to wear you things.

Was probably engaged to his ex (that's why he gets offt when people mention "corpse wife"

There'd be days where he'd be so distance & cold.. & tell you to leave but wouldn't let you.

He'd sit in the bathroom with you when you shower/have a bath.

As he doesn't sleep most night. He'd be up just watching you sleep & caressing you.

Lil spoon > big spoon.

<more to be added>

I love you... genuinely . turly.  madly. deeply.

[harryandmolly]

Complicit // Introduction

summary: Shawn is under more pressure than he’s ever known. He craves release and comfort, the simplicity of sex. He gets more than he bargained for.

warnings: language, allusion to sexual content, perhaps the Most Extra OC I’ve written to date

WC: 2.2k

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Penny closes one eye and scrunches up her face, digging through her S/S 2018 monogrammed Louis Vuitton tote for her work phone. It buzzes hard, rattling against her Oliver Peoples sunglasses, until she can fling some chestnut hair from her face and answer it.

“Caught me just before we’re leaving for the airport,” she says breezily, squinting out the bay window of the whitewashed St. Lucia suite looking over the lapis ocean, “What’s up?”

“I have such a treat for you,” chuckles Silver.

A familiar thrill shoots down Penny’s spine. She swallows and casts a glance around the room for her vacation companion. He’s nowhere to be seen.

“Who is it?”

Silver, being Silver, pauses for dramatic effect.

“It’s Shawn Mendes.”

A pause. Penny’s well kept brow furrows.

“Who?”

+

Niall first realized something was really wrong when Shawn didn’t want to go to 40 Love. In fact, he didn’t want to go anywhere. Niall had to go to him, to his house in Beachwood Canyon, just to see his old friend.

He eyes him warily, watching Shawn stare out the window overlooking the Hills. He’s got a guitar pick in the pocket of his sweats. His fingers fumble with it while he thinks.

“So… things are bad,” Niall guesses.

Shawn takes too long to shrug and angle his head back at Niall. “Not… bad. Just weird.”

Niall leans forward, propping his elbows up on his knees and holding his beer bottle aloft, examining the shedding label.

“I get it. It’s a weird situation. Honestly, I… I was pretty surprised.”

Shawn bobs his head and feels his jaw tighten against his will. “I think a lot of people are.”

Niall is quiet for almost a full minute. He shakes a hand through his coarse brown hair. “I get it, though. I mean, you know I do, mate. Going from teenager to adult in this business is somethin’ most people don’t even get to do. But doin’ it… it’s hard. So I get it, why this thing makes sense for ya.”

Shawn is silent, fidgeting in front of the window.

Niall lifts a shoulder, looking to lighten the mood. “Least she’s not a nightmare.”

It gets a short, rough chuckle from Shawn, which Niall considers progress. Shawn finally turns looking worse for wear as he shuffles to sit in the armchair across from the couch, shoulders hunched, legs spread.

“I don’t think I would’ve agreed to a publicity stunt relationship with someone I hate,” He pauses and chews on the inside of his lip, “I dunno, maybe I would’ve at this point.”

Niall lowers his gaze. He recognizes the old, faded remnants of Catholic guilt in his gut and does what he can to tamp them down. His progression from teen heartthrob of One Direction fame to singer-songwriter hasn’t been easy in comparison to Shawn’s. Hell, he’ll always be one of the 1D boys -- there’s really no changing that. He’s made his peace with it.

His young friend, 21 now and in the industry since he was 15, has to do the same. Niall’s been paying attention. Shawn Mendes has been stratospheric for a while. His third album was a massive success. He sold out arenas on a world tour that even One Direction’s *cough* ambitious management wouldn’t sniff at. But the Armani smart watch ads and even the Calvin Klein campaign haven’t saved him from being a “prince of pop.”

It’s not the worst thing you can be called, Shawn and Niall both know. But it’s diminutive, it’s a little condescending, it’s sweet. Shawn has always been sweet. He is the ultimate nice Canadian boy, the antidote to Bieber’s downfall.

But he’s growing the fuck up and the rest of it -- the music, the tours, the image -- it has to grow, too.

It was Shawn and Bex’s shared publicist who first mentioned the idea. Bex, single name, like Madonna, is an old friend. She’s a Nickelodeon star-turned-pop singer who came up around the same time Shawn was sitting in a computer chair posting to Vine and YouTube. He likes Bex, she’s cool. They’ve written together and yeah, they’ve fucked a couple times when they were drunk and needed distractions from their own lives for various reasons. But he doesn’t get that feeling about Bex. He knows the feeling is out there. But that’s not what this thing with her is for.

“It’s a proven effective way to age you up in the public’s eyes,” Emily advised him, doing that thing where she dips her chin a little toward her chest and widens her eyes, the ‘you really should listen to me’ face, “And aging you up is the only way to get you where you really want to go. The teenage girls can get you places. Fuck, they can even make you a legend. But they can’t get you the world’s respect.”

Shawn thought it was insane at first. Lie about a relationship? Isn’t that kind of seedy? Won’t people see right through it?

He shifts uncomfortably in the chair. He still wonders these things sometimes. But the righteous indignation he felt last year when it came up is an ancient memory. He picks moodily at his own beer bottle sitting on the arm of the chair.

“You see someone, right? Like a therapist?” Niall verifies. Shawn nods absently.

Niall goes silent again for longer than usual. Shawn looks up to see his friend pensive.

“What?”

Niall shrugs and lifts his eyes to Shawn’s carefully. “Not the only thing you could be doing to manage this. The stress, ya know? And anxiety.”

Shawn bristles the way he does whenever someone suggests he’s not doing enough of something. Before he can open his mouth, Niall steps on his own words.

“I mean, ya know, there’s someone else ya can be seein’.”

Shawn’s face is blank. Niall’s going to have to explain the idea as painfully and awkwardly as it was explained to him by a friend a couple years ago.

“I’ve been seein’ a girl on and off for three years. Not always the same one, I mean. For stress relief.”

Shawn, as sweet and doe-eyed as he doesn’t want to be, isn’t picking up what Niall’s putting down.

“What, like a chiropractor?” Shawn guesses, his brow creasing.

Niall slugs back the last slurp of his beer. “No, like a domme.”

+

Penny waits until she’s back in her three bedroom Studio City home, quiet and removed in the hills just like she likes, to call Silver back.

Gus, her favorite agency driver, picked her up from the Santa Monica airport after she kissed one of her favorite clients, Victor Calhoun, goodbye and hauled in all her luggage from a week in St. Lucia. For barely needing to be dressed at all for a week, she brought a ton of shit with her. She makes a mental note to rethink that for next time, but she also thinks Victor likes that she’s high maintenance. Or seemingly high maintenance, she thinks with a smile as she pads barefoot around her cottage in panties and an old t-shirt, bag of popcorn in hand.

She drops onto her couch while the phone rings on speaker in her lap. She stretches out her slender legs, admiring her robust tan.

“Hey, bitch.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” Penny laughs, dropping some popped kernels into her mouth, “Been holding down the fort ok?”

“Yes, believe it or not, I survived a week without you. How was St. Lucia? Was Victor a very good boy?”

Penny smirks. “Always. So good, in fact, I’ve been taking low doses of muscle relaxants for three days to keep myself from getting lockjaw.”

Silver snorts. “That man loves a blow job.”

Penny sifts through some burnt kernels, locating an extra buttery looking piece toward the bottom of the bag and eyeing it like treasure.

“So,” she begins, crunching indelicately into the phone, “Tell me about Shawn Mendes. Who referred him?”

“Niall Horan.”

“Oh, he’s been seeing Karina, right?”

“Yep, she keeps him very much in line. He’s quiet about La Splendeur -- he’s not the guy telling all his friends about how much he’s paying to get dommed by a call girl. He’s selective with his referrals.”

Penny lifts an eyebrow and shrugs. “Those are usually our favorite kind of clients, I guess.”

Silver snorts. “Less messy, certainly. Anyway, Karina adores him, so that bodes well.”

“Who, Shawn?”

“No, actually, as far as I can tell, he’s new. None of my contacts have a history of him seeing anyone.”

Now Penny is really intrigued. It’s not that often she gets a client that has never seen a call girl before. Being a courtesan, the elitest of the elite escorts, clients generally work their way up the food chain to her.

But he’s new. Fresh, untouched, curious. Silver’s right. This is a special treat.

“Well, I downloaded his music, so I’ll have a listen. I recognize a few of the tracks. Anything else I should know?”

“Well, babe, no client history means you start from scratch, research-wise. I’d say be prepared for anything. He seems like your usual sweet, pretty boy, which as you know, can mean anything goes.”

Penny bobs her head thoughtfully, already mentally scanning wardrobe options and toys.

“When?”

“Thursday at 8, Chateau. Give you some time to recover from your potential lockjaw.”

Penny’s laugh is loud and sizzling, one she rarely uses in front of clients, but she and Silver have known each other a long time.

“Good. Plus, I like a few days of anticipation for new guys. Gets ‘em all worked up before I even get in the door.”

“And that is why you’re worth every Penny.”

Penny rolls her eyes and hangs up on the millionth time Silver has made that same adorably stupid joke.

+

Penny’s always liked the Chateau Marmont. It was the site of her first appointment. She remembers being nauseous with nerves walking through the doors that night, sure she’d be arrested just for stepping foot inside. She felt like she had the word “NEFARIOUS” stamped across her pretty forehead.

But she held her head high and focused on the rhythm of her Jimmy Choos, purchased especially for the occasion, on the fine marble floor. As instructed, she didn’t even spare a glance for the front desk. She strode in, not too fast, not too slow, and headed straight for the elevators. The concierge would recognize her from a picture passed along by her madam, Silver, and let her by without a problem. That’s one of Silver’s treasured trade secrets -- most working girls choose lower key locations for dates. Hiding in plain sight, especially at tourist attractions, heavily reduces suspicion, hence why Silver struck up a deal with the Chateau’s concierge years ago. Her girls get a pass, he gets a cut.

The booking is made under the name of the driver who arrives early to check in and drop off Penny’s suitcase while she window shops nearby or grabs a glass of wine at the bar. When the client arrives and is OK’d by the driver for security reasons, Penny gets a text and makes her entrance. Before the driver excuses himself to the car, he checks in with Silver to make sure the client’s wire transfer is complete. Once those initial checkpoints are crossed, the night is Penny’s.

Tonight is no different, really, Penny tells herself as she steps out of the Bentley, offered a hand by the Chateau’s valet. She sneaks him a sultry smile just because getting men squirming for her before she even meets her client feels like a good way to hype up.

But it feels different, somehow. The Hollywood evening’s breeze is especially pleasant, the hotel is especially quiet, and the night especially charged as she heads inside hugged in tastefully cut black satin and wearing her favorite black Roger Viviers. She ignores the way the hair on the back of her smooth olive neck stands on end when the elevator dings upon arrival to the specified floor.

Gus, standing outside the door in a dark suit with his arms crossed, gives her a nod, indicating all is set and well. She rises on her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. She knows by now she can’t make Gus squirm, so she doesn’t try. He stands aside and opens the door.

He’s sitting on the couch, facing the windows on the opposite wall. His posture is hunched and she can see his shoulders are broad. She tries not to lick her lips.

He turns slightly, looking over his shoulder. His profile catches the orange lamplight. It’s even more magnificent in person. Penny feels a jolt from her squished toes up her very straight spine. She smiles.

He stands, one hand limp by his side, the other clutching a sweating glass of bourbon. Penny can’t wait to taste it on his pretty lips.

Facing her, his jaw tightens, muscles flexing, and his eyes darken just a shade, or maybe she imagines it because she bets hers do the same.

“Penny?”

His voice is a croak. He notices -- he goes magenta moments later. The familiar animal that lives in her stirs, stretching, limbering up.

“Hi, Shawn.”

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I loved writing this, and I’m a sucker for happy endings. Happy Candlenights!

Summary

It’s winter in Kepler. Snow is on the ground and people spend most of their time in hearth warmed homes. But smoke isn’t the only thing in the air. The Amnesty Lodge residents are getting ready for a wedding. A little set up to the happiest day of Aubrey and Dani’s lives.

Aubrey

“Alright now Aubrey just calm down.”

Aubrey was pacing barefoot in the snow. She danced a small flame between her fingers and watched as her crystal breath caught the warm light. 

“How’d you even know I was out here?”

She looked up at Mama, also dressed in pajamas, but with the good sense to be wearing a warm leather duster and boots, leaning on a carved wooden cane. 

“Aubrey, honey, you’re glowing like a Christmas tree and there’s a trail of melted snow in the shape of foot prints all the way from the lodge. You ain’t exactly conspicuous. Now, wanna tell me what’s the fuss?”

“Oh you know, tomorrow is supposed to be the happiest day of my life and I’m afraid I’m going to mess everything up. How are you?” She chuckled awkwardly at the end, but her voice was tense.

Mama guffawed, almost doubling over. 

“Aubrey Little, savior of two worlds, done in by a little pre-wedding jitters?”

“It’s not funny!” She threw her hands in the air and paced faster. “What if I get cold feet? I could leave and not come back, how could I do that to Dani? I love her.”

Mama clamped a hand down on Aubrey’s shoulder, rooting her in place. 

“Aubrey, look at me. The only cold feet you’ve got are the ones pacing shoeless in the snow. Tell me, are you actually thinking about up and leaving?”

“No! I would never-“

“Then what are you worried about?”

She stopped fidgeting for a moment, looking up at Mama. 

“I……I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like if I’m this happy, something will go wrong.”

“And if it does?”

“What?”

“And what if something goes wrong? What if out of nowhere aliens invade, what will you do?”

She stuttered for a second. “Well I guess, we did it last time. We can handle it and kick ass.”

“You hear that Aubrey, We, even under pressure you’re not thinking about yourself. I have full confidence that even if the world was ending again, you’d be right there by her side. You’re not one to run away in the of danger. You really think you’d chicken out on a wedding?”

Aubrey stood in stunned silence. And then all the worry and tension drained out of her. She laughed in relief and it was like the cold actually caught up with her. She rubbed her hands together and shivered. 

“I think you’re right. Even when the world was ending all I thought about was her. Can you believe I get to marry her?”

“I can.” Mama took off her coat and wrapped it around Aubrey, then gently cuffed her face with one hand. “What I can’t believe is you standing out here playing at Frosty the Snowman. Now let’s get inside. I need my beauty rest if I’m to be walking Dani down that aisle tomorrow.”

Aubrey, engulfed in Mama’s jacket, opens her arms for a hug, and Mama pulls her to her chest. 

“Thanks Mama.”

“I love you Aubrey. Dani too. And I’m so happy for you both. Come on.”

And together they headed inside.

Wedding Prep

“Larry, Curly, Moe, do you three know what you’re doing?”

“Who?” Jake looked up in confusion, he was sitting on the floor, folding cloth napkins into little rabbits for the reception. 

“Never mind, it’s a reference. Besides the point. Are y’all ready?” Mama sighed and looked at the half set up room. 

She had tasked Jake, Barclay, and a tag-along Stern with turning the Amnesty Lodge parlor into a wedding venue. So far they’ve managed to align all the couches and dining chairs into a bisected audience. At the moment Jake was sitting on the carpet, Barclay was on a ladder stringing lights and a flower garland in the rafters, and Stern was acting as spotter. And then Barclay looked sheepishly down from the ladder. 

“Well, about that…”

“Barclay so help me if the next words outta your mouth ain’t ‘Everything is perfectly fine and this wedding will go off without a hitch.’ I’ll push you off the ladder myself.”

“Everything is perfectly fine and this wedding will go off without a hitch. But, I may have forgotten to become a wedding officiant.”

“If my hair wasn’t already gray already it would turn so for the stress you cause me. How did you forget to become a wedding officiant?” Mama pinched the bridge of her nose with her free hand.

“Alright now Mama, hear me out.”

“I’m a listening.”

“I just got so wrapped up in preparing for the Sylvan ceremony I kinda forgot about the Earth one. So I am technically ready for a wedding, just uhh, not this one.”

“Barclay are you telling me that we have no one to make the marriage official in legal terms? Ya’know here in Kepler, on Earth, where Aubrey’s from? Where we currently are?”

“Oh if you just need a justice of the peace or something I can just step in for the pesky signing of the certificate and verifying witnesses and such.” Stern piped up cheerily from the bottom of the ladder. He looked a little out of place without the suit and badge, but amazingly comfortable is a sweater and button up.

“What’s that now Joseph?” Mama was incredulous to say the least.

“Yeah I can legally marry people. Wouldn’t be my first time either. Besides the point really. Barclay can do all the ‘I do’s’ and the speech and all, and I step in for a bit of paperwork and the whole thing can carry on, tidy and such.” He smiled in a very sure of himself manner.

“Dare I ask why this is a thing you can do?”

“Why didn’t I know you could do this?” Barclay was mock betrayed atop the ladder

“Oh well, it started with an undercover mission-”

“Actually nope, not important. Don’t wanna know. Just make sure nothing else goes wrong ya hear me. I gotta go check with the caterer make sure they ain’t putting bacon in the collards. Don’t burn this place down.” Mama finished her thought with a tap of her cane on the ground and left the room.

“Should we tell her about the flowers?” Jake looked up at Barclay and Stern, who answered together.

“NO!”

“I was just asking.”

Dani

“Are you ready darlin?”

Mama knocked on the door frame with her cane. Her casual duster and jeans traded for a deep green suit, but the sturdy hiking boots stayed the same. Her hair was down in two neat braids framing her face. Dani was fidgeting in front of a full length mirror. She was in a loose white jumpsuit that left her arms bare. The legs were embroidered with a shimmery orange thread and a vine blooming with flowers climbed up to the bodice. Her hair was braided back with small pink flowers. Up her arms were gold cuffs and bracelets. She’s fiddling with her rings. One on each hand. She was slipping them on and off and watching herself change in the mirror. Only one actually did something though, her disguise making her look human. Hiding her bright eyes and sharp teeth. The other was more of a change to be. 

Aubrey proposed with a toy ring she got out of a gachapon machine in the mall. Dani was distracted by some toys in the pet shop window, trying to keep Dr Harris Bonkers from escaping her arms to wreck havoc. They were back in Kepler for a few days visiting Mama and Duck and wanted to spend some time goofing off. And then Aubrey tapped her on the leg. She was down on one knee struggling to pop open the little capsule. 

“Hold on, give me a second. Guess I should have opened it before I made you turn around.” The cap came off with a triumphant pop and clattered to the floor. She pulled out a cheap ring with a red fake gem flower. “Ok well I was hoping for the heart shaped one but this will work. Dani would you make me the happiest person to ever save not one, but two whole worlds? Please.”

Dani started giggling. 

“Don’t laugh at me!” But Aubrey was laughing too. 

Dr Harris Bonkers slipped on to the floor and stood watching them. Dani knelt down to Aubrey both shaking with laughter. 

“Of course I’ll marry you. You’re my home.”

Dani was holding both rings in the palm of her hand. After a moment she slipped the engagement ring back on her finger. She gently placed the other ring down on the desk in front of her. 

“Mama, I’ve never been more ready in my life.”

“I’m glad to hear.” She smiled from the doorway. “Care to lend your ear for a second? I got something you may wanna hear.”

“Of course, what is it?”

Mama walked over to the bed and took a moment to sit down the patted the spot next to her. Dani sat down lightly and Mama gently held her hands. 

“I have known you for as long you’ve been here in Kepler. And it has been a pleasure. A pleasure to know you and to watch who you’ve become here. You’ve always been a dear around the lodge, offering to clean or cook for Barclay. Not only that but you were here helping every new Sylph refugee who crossed through the archway. Do you remember when Jake crossed over? You couldn’t have been here more than two months and there you were, chomping at the bit to get him settled. Hell, you were the one to introduce him to the Hornets and that Hollis kid. And now you’re back on Sylvain helping folks over there. What I’m getting at is that you are a truly wonderful person. Who you are, right now, in every aspect, is truly one of the best folks around. I want you to know this. And I want you to be happy as you are.” Mama held Dani’s face in her hands, wiping a tear away with her thumb. “Save those tears for the wedding, alright?”

Dani nodded and wiped another tear away.

“I love you Mama.”

“I love you too Dani.”

“Are you ready?”

“I’ve never been more ready in my life, Dani.”

Wedding Bells

Amnesty lodge didn’t look like a whole new place, but it was still magical. A garland of lights and flowers was strung from the rafters. All the chairs and couches were lined up with an aisle between them and they were packed. All the lodge residents who stayed were there, and a few who came back just for the wedding, like Vincent and Alexandra. The Hornets were wearing what could only be presumed as their best, unripped jeans and the occasional button up shirt. Hollis was chastising Keith with a hat they had clearly just snatched from his head. Juno and Minerva were both dressed in ranger uniform, either because they collectively deemed it wedding attire or they were fresh off the plane. Thacker was talking to Sheriff Owens, Kirby and company, using a walking stick to emphasize a story wildly, going right through Deputy Dewey. Stern, Jake, and Barclay were in different stages of formal dress. Stern overdressed in a tuxedo, and Jake pulling at a bow tie. Barclay looked nice in a blazer and tie, with a not so classy bigfoot pattern on it. 

And then in walked Aubrey. She was wearing a short, poofy, and sleeveless white dress, fishnets, and always combat boots. Her dress had the same orange flowers embroidered up the skirt and bodice as Dani’s jumpsuit. And hanging from her neck, as solid as a memory, was the Flamebright pendant. Sylvain wasn’t the only one with her walking down the aisle, Duck had an arm linked through hers. He, at least, was wearing a suit. When they reached the altar he gave her hand a quick pat. A little reassurance, but also to squash a flame staring on her bouquet. Even before Dani walked in Aubrey had tears in her eyes. And then Mama was walking Dani down the aisle, and Dani too had tears in her eyes. As soon as they were settled there was a rapid pat pat pat of little feet down the aisle, as Dr Harris Bonkers ran in as ring bearer. Now they were ready.

It is sunrise at amnesty lodge. Light spills over the Monongahela forest. Somewhere in the woods, the remains of an archway remembers moon light. Snow catches the fresh snow and it’s almost like the world is on fire. But for now, it is safe. Inside the lodge there is a wedding going on, and a town, no, a family is celebrating.

“We are gathered here today…”