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oh-for-fic-sake · 5 years

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The Ground Rules

Geralt lays down the law with the help of yennefer after catching the reader haveing a bit of me time in the bath.

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Ok this took all day as i couldnt stop tweaking it and i got to the point iv just got to step back and throw it out there or im gonna scream.Any way this is to go along with pastry negotiations its based after that one so could be considered part two? can be read stand alone tho in all honesty these modern reader inserts are gonna jump about in timeline cos my plot bunnys are twats. Im basing my Ciri on a mix of mature netflix Ciri and slightly mischievous witcher 3 Ciri. Any way i hope you enjoy this one im pretty pleased with it xx

WARNING: Adult Themes, Smut, DubCon Swearing MxFxF 18+

Dont like it dont read it.

Geralt snaps when you take matters into your own hands.

The Ground Rules

"Well someone is excited" Jaskier drolled as he watched your form slowly creating distance between you as you marched ahead.

As the small rickety town came into veiw you cried out a victorious and dramatic "still alive" causing eye rolls and chuckles in the group. Honestly this was the first real town you'd come to since being here and you were thrilled. Sure you'd passed a tiny smattering of houses four or so days ago where you'd traded for some bread, tiny amount of dried meat and a few other essentials oh! and yenn had managed to replace your pastry to the amusment of the resident witcher. They'd both been more open with you since the whole pastry incident-which you thought was an off handed comment on yennefers part but she and geralt had since indicated otherwise.

The people in the village had mentioned of a near by town that was rumoured to have a contract out on a nest of some monster thingamajigs that you hadn't botherd to remeber the name of .You looked down the verge towards the town with immediate thoughts of eat, bathe and sleep- on a bed, a real fucking bed ,ok so it wont be a temper mattress but you could live with that-oh my fucking god hot water,a nice loooong soak you moaned in your throat the thought alone brought tears to your eyes. You walked ahead trying to usher the group.

And maybe you could have your own room. Honestly sharing a bed with the couple was becoming an issue for you,your crush on them was definatly getting out of control now constantly blushing under their heated glances and they are becoming more touchy feely, Hands lingering longer than nesscasary or leaning in so close so thier breath tickled the hairs on your neck basically doing anything to get you flustered and you swear to god yesterday yennefer copped a feel whilst helping you threw a small steam which you didn't need help with;not that she listened. Bottom line you were becoming sexualy frustrated pretty much staying in a constant state of arousal a night away from them to take care of business would be very much appreciated.

"Come ooooonnnn guys keep up" you turned looking back at them drawing out your whine befor resuming towards the town

"Someone should catch up with her she looks like a girl on a mission" Yennefer commented

"Yes. Ciri would you keep her near the main gate and out of trouble while we settle roach in the stables ,here take her this she should cover up befor anyone gets any ideas" geralt grunted as your form began to dissapear down the brow of the hill ,ciri looked between the two before shrugging grabbing his offered cloak then ran to catch up with you.

You glanced to the side as you heard footsteps noticing Ciri fall in step with you she held out his cloak.

"Here geralt said to cover up before people get any ideas" you sighed it wasnt your fault his shirt hung off of you showing a large amount of shoulder and chest luckily when the hoover portal of doom sucked you in you were in fleece lined black leggings that had been durable enough to survive the last 3 weeks on the road(your stitch t shirt hadn't survived your initial fall) because you doubt he'd have anything your hips would get in to. Rolling your eyes you pulled the heavy fabric across your shoulders repostioning it so that it wasnt draging on the floor to much but was still sheilding your body.

"He's such a dad" Ciri giggled nodding in agreement befor reciting what esle geralt had requested ordered. You scoffed shaking your head

"So he doesnt even trust me to walk through a town, he does realise im an adult right? That i can do things with out causing trouble. i mean for god sake im not jaskier" she snorted

"I think its more like he doesnt want other men trying to sleep with you" you did a double take

"The hell you know about that sort of shit? has Jaskier been corrupting you?"

A knowing smirk crossed her face as she held her hands up coming to a halt facing you just inside the wooden gates of the town.

"You think i havent noticed whats going on by myself, Geralt likes you so does yenn jaskiers noticed to, think he's going to write a song"

"He better bloody not and anyway maybe i want to find a companion for the night." You announced tersely crossing your arms only to freeze as you heard a growl from behind you.

"Oh yes, i may have forgot to mention that witchers are senses are really sensetive" she smiled sweetly, you gaped why were you only being told this now. Looking between her and the others approaching.

"Wh-what how the fuck you leave that out? d-do you think he heard us? from back there" She nodded

"Most definitely" you gulped feeling yourself shrink into Geralts cloak a little at the looks you received from Geralt and Yennefer as he spoke to her telling her what youd just said.oh fuck.

"when you say senses you mean all of 'em? Not just one or two?" hoping beyond hope that something had been lost in translation.

"Nope all of them sight, smell, hearing the whole lot" she replied watching the colour drain from your horror sticken face. You'd been getting wet over the past few days. And the realisation that he probably knew embarrassed the shit out of you. Geralt smirked obviously he heard.You were so fucked.he knew and if he knew then she knew.oh my god. You were sooo fucked.'whelp there goes my dignity' you thought. He strode past you to the mediocre stables with roach in toe ready to hitch her for the night.Jaskier and yenn followed pulling some of the bags off of the horse then passing them out to their respective owners. Geralt then stood before you all giving you all the 'game plan' as you call it.

"we will find an inn and eat after that you get settled in for the night whist i see about this contract."

"don't bother about me tonight im going to catch myself a young fair maiden for the night" you scoffed at Jaskier's announcement drawing his attention

"Sounding like a creeper there Jask, what? you gonna do throw a net in the tavern? don't think they'd take to kindly to that" he huffed through his nose aggravated.

"No im going to sing in the tavern and lure a beauty to my side for the night" you played along widening your eyes in false realization

"oohh so your gonna go pay for it, how does it work exactly is it by hour or-" Geralt quickly intervened covering your mouth one to stop the inevitable spat and two before you could corrupt Ciri any further Jaskier deadpanned giving you a flat look.

"you're welcome to come find out for yourself im sure your just Itching to get some relief-"

"JASKIER! you go ahead at least try to keep a bit of coin back this time" Jaskier 1 Y/n 0.

You glowered behind Geralt's hand as he dismissed the smirking bard who turned on his heel prancing off quite pleased with himself. You smacked Geralt's hand away wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before slowly making your way down the street into town.It had taken nearly half an hour to find a decent inn that had room for the four of you. A room with two double beds that had a heavy curtain to split the room into two it was usually rented by traveling families. You groaned as you walked in, now you really couldn't take care of business, you followed Ciri as she placed her bag on the bed on the left following suit you placed yours on the other half of it only to have Yennefer quickly relocated it to her side of the other bed. Ciri snorted giving you a knowing look.you sighed then stomped across the room. Knowing all to well that it was futile to argue with the sorceress ,the witcher was stubborn but she was something else. Geralt handed a small pouch of coin to Yennefer.

"This is for the new clothes Ciri needs a thicker cloak preferably fur lined maybe new boots to not sure how long those will last in the mountains." yennefer hummed as she pocketed the money.

"And the clothes for Y/n as well?"

"Yes, should be enough there for what we discussed if not i'v got a bit more saved" you raised your brows blinking at them.

"err what was discussed? guys? what did you talk about? was it about me? helloooo" you waved as they ignored you.Yennefer pulled off her cloak leaving it on her side of the bed. you and Ciri followed their lead only for Geralt the tug yours back across you giving a sharp look as you rolled your eyes.The group made its way down into the quiet main room of the family run inn where you were served a meal of roast beef with vegetable trimmings ,before you knew it Geralt had left to find out about the contract with a final 'Behave' thrown in your direction.To which you grunted in response,too full to even tell him to 'jog on' - a phrase that still frustrated the witcher as he didn't know the meaning-. Yennefer had asked for a bath before your meal which you were just informed was ready leaving you alone with the sorceress. You had all decided Ciri would have the bath first then you, yennefer and finally geralt if he was back before it got cold.

"I cant breath" yennefer laughed out loud you rubbed your tummy closing your eyes

"I mean honestly, I think theres food in my lungs" groaning leaning back against the chair she gave a sympathetic smile

"Well you did inhale your food, maybe next time take it easy."

"Can you blame me, been the first meat iv recognized since i got here" It was true so far you'd been living on meats that you wouldn't have necessarily chose to eat back home rabbit,mutton venison ect.

"After we've bathed we will rest for the day but tomorrow we have to run over to the seamstress and get your new clothes, not sure how long we will be here and might have to order some or have them taken up,you are a little thing.Might have to have some leather work done too." you squinted pointing an accusing finger at her

"You calling me a midget? we going for shots now are we?" she smiled sheepishly

"No .no shots?. i just meant your petite don't worry its very cute. Anyway we are only picking up the basics a few day dresses ,Riding clothes boots that sort of thing" you blinked owlishly flushing as she called you cute.

"Riding clothes yes. Dresses no thank you" she stared unblinking at you for a few moments making you squirm at the calm expectant gaze that was getting heavier by the second, it was like the eyes of a mother when you'd been caught doing some dumb shit you knew you shouldn't be doing.

"Stop it....Yenn no... cant i just get something like Geralt has..please... i'd be much more comfortable...even Jaskier i mean im not one for the puffy bits but 'd make do....."

she blinked slowly

"Oh fine but only one or two no more and your not getting rid of these leggings either" you gave in, her gaze was to unnerving and it did things to you. Her face lit up. She was looking forward to seeing you in feminine gown instead of a her and Geralt's shirts not that she minded but it'd be a nice change to your strange stetchy leggings (not that she minded you in the form fitting bottoms) She moved leaning in to your side hand on your thigh patting it lightly.

"Thank you, don't be so worried i will take good care of everything" you gulped as you felt the flushed skin of your face grow hotter,your core clenching and warming at her sultry reply you closed your eyes trying to regain a bit of control. Suddenly her attention was drawn to a pink skinned Ciri who had finished her bath and changed Yenn nodded and released your thigh. You bolted upstairs hearing a chuckle as you did.

Once in the room you sighed in relief, making your way towards the screened off section that held a large oval tub full of steaming water. Discarding your clothes as you all but melted into the hot water.You submerged yourself getting your hair wet scratching tentatively at your scalp that had begun to ache under the grime. Spotting a small stool with what you'd consider toiletries, a bar of hard sweet smelling soap and a few vials.You grabbed the soap, opting for using it for your hair as well unsure what vials did what and went where.After scrubbing all the built up sweat and dirt you you closed your eyes lounging back against the slanted end tub you relaxed a few moments it wasn't long before you were feeling much better ,tired muscles succumbing to the soothing hot water.your body hummed. 'no one would have to know' as your summarized that this was the perfect opportunity to relieve yourself of other tensions,

'its not like geralt could smell you under water, i mean i dont think dogs can thats why criminals cross rivers when their being hunted on tv isn't it?' biting your lip you peaked an eye open and listened out carefully feeling naughty when you began moving your hand to the apex of your thighs gasping as your finger ghosted over your hardened bundle of nerves .Fuck. Your clit was sensitive not surprising when Geralt and Yennefer had practically edged you for nearly a week. You whined quietly as you began a fast rhythm on your clit ,other hand slinking down to your opening rubbing your fingers up and down the warm weeping hole. You bit off a groan as your hips gyrated against your roaming hands. Stomach tensing as you drove yourself faster and faster to the edge.Almost there.Fuck almost-you jumped hissing 'shit' ,ripping your hands away from yourself , sitting up fast enough to make your head spin splashing a wave of water over the floor when you heard the door open slamming the wall beside it.

"err theres some one in here!" you called out loudly, angry at who ever just interrupted you.You got nervous as the heavy steps quickly made their way towards you.Realizing who ever it was didn't care for your modesty as they were coming your way you slung your top half out of the tub to grasp the towel screaming because before you could grasp it and cover yourself a large calloused hand enveloped your shoulder shoving you back into the water.

"WH-GERALT THE FUCK? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME." you shouted at him as he released you then you looked down slapping your hands down to cover your self as he raised his eyebrows and gave a lop sided grin.He defiantly looked like the big bad wolf in that moment eyes ablaze with a hunger you wasn't sure you wanted to explore or not. Collecting yourself swallowing dryly before scolding him in a voice that seemed to become smaller with each word.

"hey! get the fuck out im trying to bathe you prick" you heard the door open and close again in a less violent fashion. And suprize suprize yennefer glided into view behind the .

"Thats not all you were doing tho was it? i can fucking smell you" was growled at you as geralt wet his lips you squeaked.

"huh? b-but.. i thought..w-water" you stuttered out as your brain malfunctioned on on an epic scale. Yennefer gave out a loud laugh.

"so thats why he tore threw the inn like that.honestly Geralt i thought something was wrong" she continued laughing as she replayed the way geralt had all but vaulted the tables to get to the stairs. you pouted throughly humiliated

"something is wrong" he ground out before kneeling beside you .Shifting you tired to create some distance from him. He was having none of that wasting no time thrusting his hands into the water tugging away your shielding hand the other forcing its way between your legs. You slammed back against the tub gasping trying to get away. All you'd achieved was his hand pinning your hips to the back of the bath by your pussy

"GERALT WHA-"

"Lets lay down some ground rules" He squeezed your throbbing heat in his hand curling his fingers dangerously close to your opening you bucked moaning breathlessly .Your eyes searched Yennefer's for help but she wore a similar hungry look that he had. Another slow squeeze brought your attention back to the brooding alpha male in the room.

"This is ours.ours to lick,suck and fuck as we see fit, to do what we please with and is off limits to your wandering little hands we clear on that?" You groaned out as he emphasized certain words with teasing brushes of fingers and a slow rub of his palm. Realizing that he might actually be serious.You nodded quickly babbling as he rocked his hand back and forth igniting the heat that you had built alone.

"C-crystal-please Geralt PLease" You threw your head back as his hand moved deliberate and teasing.

"You think you deserve it? after being caught up here playing with yourself?" You nodded then shook your head confused, unable to really concentrate on anything apart from his magnificent hand ,half lidded eyes and clenching your fingers tight around the thumb he was using it to control your movements as your body whithered under his ministrations.

"Really?" He said smirking as he held completely still you sucked through your teeth biting back curses.He chuckled smug bastard. moving trying to get some friction to no avail.

"Well we have been teasing the poor thing ,of course shes going to try sorting herself out the first chance she gets .Honestly Geralt what did you expect? i did tell you" yennefer reasoned as she stood behind you combing threw your wet hair you before grasping your free hand pulling it up out of the way kissing your palm before ghosting her nose down your neck pressing soft kisses along it you mewled at her and tried to coax geralt to continue again by rolling your hips.

"I suppose we could let her off this time" His voice was pure sex as he glanced down before giving into pushing two thick fingers up into you. his breach of your walls had an initial sting but was incredible as your needy walls tried sucking him deeper greedy to be filled.

"oh-oh fuck Ger-please" you arched your back pushing down onto his hand clutching onto Yennefer's wrist. you were so hot .fuck.he was gonna make you cum too quick. You panted throwing your head side to side as your legs tensed then raised up towards your torso, your pussy wrapped tight around Geralts fingers as he held them deep every few thrusts making you feel just how your walls rippled around him. he alternated between fast and shallow then slow and deep trying to build you up slowly he wasn't going to rush you, he was skilled enough to walk you up to the edge and throw you off whenever he damn well pleased. You'd never been this desperate in your life . Yenn's cool fingers delicately teased out your nipples pinching and flicking them until they stood out provocatively. You rocked against the both of them as Geralt made sure to start dragging your clit up and down with his palm as he finger fucked you curling his fingers searching for that small spot that'd send your mind reeling. Yenn had leaned down kissing your cheek and begun whispering lowly into your ear.

"He knows what he's doing doesn't he?Iit wont take him long to find every single spot you have, thats the thing with bedding a witcher they are much more observant then regular men. I have no doubt he will know when your going to orgasm before you do.He has the ability to force them out of nowhere when ever he pleases.. He is quite cruel like that" you moaned out loud snapping your head back high pitched and vulgar sounds tore from your throat as Geralts invading fingers began rubbing furiously back and forth on a soft spot inside of you.Unable to control yourself as your legs and tummy spasmed erratically as your tearfull moans and pleas filled the room

"Thats it oh i think iv found it~" he boasted as he moved his elbow pinning a knee to the side of the tub leaving your clit cruelly exposed for Yennefer,they shared a look as she moved her hand down to join Geralts taking over to rub small firm circles on your exposed clit.

"oh-OH fuck noNOno i cant please i ca-UGh to-Too much please FUCK" Yennefer was quick to swallow your moans in a kiss of clashing teeth and tongues before any one could hear ,tears streamed down your face as your body ached your pussy contracting painfully around his swiping digits. Pulling back for air the sorceress placed open mouthed kisses over your shoulders leaving red marks with her teeth and sucking bites.

"Good girl your being sooo good you don't have to ask this time" she praised as she reached your ear befor sucking harshly below your jaw. you were quickly becoming putty in their hands Geralt growled as he picked up the begining tremors of your orgasm.

"Look at me" you obeyed instantly moaning as you watched the white wolf pull his lip up in a snarl that would have scared you any other time.

"This is what you were made for, your ours, we own you, mind body and soul we own every whimper ,every tear ,every orgasm and hole they are ours for the taking when ever we choose,from now only ecstasy you will know is what we give you" You'd never have guessed how filthy his mouth could be but it seemed to have the desired effect as a sudden rush of heat was your only warning before rearing up screaming out, not sure if you'd shut your eyes or blacked out for a moment as you gushed into the bath water.Geralt pressed into you persistent while Yennefer's hand continued the tight circles efficiently drawing out the best orgasm your ever had.Finally their movements ceased and your body went limp wracked trembling in the aftermath as your orgasm ebbed away slowly. After giving you a few moments to come down and catch your breath Geralt removed his fingers you whimpered inside's still so sensitive after your orgasm, sucking on them he moaned deep and feral before plucking your clenched fingers off his thumb. Yennefer quickly wiped your pussy gently clearing the cum from between your swollen lips. Making you twitched as the cloth ran over you.Pulling you from the bath was a joint effort as they rested you on the bed and began patting you dry with the towel.Moaning in protest as your arms waved loosely trying to take over only having your hand smacked away as they finished.Lying back looking up at them bleary eyed trying to stay awake you felt like jelly, giving up fighting you rolled over yawning tucking your arms below your head Yennefer tilted her head stroking your hair sending you into a relaxed sleep.

"Poor dear ,Oh look at her geralt shes all fucked out and we haven't even fucked her yet"

"hmm she'll be ok we just need to work on her stamina" he replied patting your bottom as he pulled the cover over your washed out form.Geralt panicked

"Shit wheres Ciri?"

"well when you came charging in down stairs i told her to go find Jaskier and stay there until one of us came to get her" Yennefer said with a sly grin he shook his head and scooped her up kissing her passionately. As he took a few steps to the now vacant bath

"well the bath is still warm care to join me?"

"with pleasure lets try not to wake her tho"

See you soon xxx

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eir-trixa · 4 years

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“Dont flatter yourself, Dipshit, I didn’t do it for you.” Butch spat, still not looking at the dumbass heaving on the ground. “Red would never forgive me if I let you die.”

He spared him a glance. Brick didn’t look good- bastard had a deep cut on his head and who knows how hard he hit the concrete. Part of Butch was itching to patch him up. Whether due to years of paramed service, or due to some misplaced, lingering loyalty that he still somehow possessed, Butch didn’t know. Nor did he really care. Bastard’s alive. Bastard’s awake. Bastard can fucking walk himself to the hospital then.

Police siren were already blaring in the distance- of course. In when the fight’s out, as usual. Well, Butch had no intention of being detained, not tonight and not because of this.

“Where are you -“

He could feel his eye twitch. Heaving a deep breath and praying for patience, Butch cast one last look at the pathetic sight his brother made. Blood pouring out his head, covered in scratches, one arm looking out of place, and barely even able to hold his torso up, let alone stand.

Huh. There was a time his brother would never be caught dead looking so defeated, so ... pathetic.

Behold, the mighty leader of the Rowdyruff Boys.

Right.

“Away from you.” With that, Butch zipped away from Brick, away from the horrible fire clawing in his gut, away from all the memories that he knew would haunt him tonight, and away from the ghost that used to be his eldest brother.

Fuck...Why couldn’t he have just stayed gone?

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C h a r a c t e r S u m m a r y 👁👄👁

Butch is... coping. Life goes on for him, although it did take a while and a lot of pain for it to happen. And he couldn’t have done it without Red. They’re fine though. Dont need to worry about Butch, he’s just fiiine.

Red might be on the brink of killing herself though. Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to take on a three-people job alone on the wee hours while high on caffeine?

This “genius” apparently. Right. Well he can see why she’s the unmentionable clown’s counterpart. Butch might be Townsville’s hottest paramed, but even he worries that there might be a night he wont be able to keep his best friend alive.

Bubbles would kill him. Hell, Buttercup might even magically reappear from wherever she ran off to just to get first dibs on severing his manhood.

Yeah, Butch had a lot to worry about without adding Pablo’s Metroville batchelors party into the list. But its just a week out of town right? She can stay alive that long, surely?

One week. Right. Okay.

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1ST POST OF 2021- WE START OFF WITH BABY BUTCH from my Liberty Belle Au that I have no idea when I am going to release in full. But I actually get more ideas when I draw them so expect more art like this. Just to be absolutely clear tho- and I suppose this is a very minor spoiler- no, its not romantically Blossutch. It wont be a love triangle either (I hate that trope honestly 😂) but — you’ll see 😂😂😂😂SO HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS 🎉 Keep safe and stay healthy 💚❤️💙

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ajoy3fanfics · 4 years

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Smut prompts - Bikinis to the side

Written for @superpixie42 ~ Hope you like it! <3

AO3. FF.NET

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Inuyasha had many reasons to hate Miroku’s pool parties; the stench of the chlorine aggravated his nose, the noise from the crowd, all jam packed into one tight space, the pure fact that his best friend would, without fail, manage to get drunk off his ass and require him to break up a fight or two… yeah, there were about a million little things about the annual event that did not bode well for him. But if he was being honest, what was really the worst was seeing Kagome.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected to see her; they had actually made plans to avoid each other, not wanting to draw the attention of prying eyes into their not-relationship- relationship. It wasn’t like she was doing something wrong- she was just holding up her side of the bargain. He just didn’t expect his reaction. From the day they met they had been draw to each other, like an invisible force was pulling them together;

From the start, they had discussed needing space, not using labels and all the other bullshit things you say when all you really mean is ‘lets just fuck’. He didn’t think she would become such a permanent fixture in his head, in his apartment or between his sheets. It felt like every damn night he was between her legs and just the thought alone had him craving her. He wanted more and it was becoming hard to deny that anymore. He wanted to dominate her, to possess her, to make sure no one else could get close to her; Kagome brought out aspects of his personality even he wasn’t familiar with, animalistic ones that made him uncomfortable.

But they had been so clear in the beginning; they had both agreed to keep it simple. Both agreed that it shouldn’t turn into anything more. She had just gotten out of a bad relationship, and he was still distrustful after his ex. Even knowing that, his blood demanded more. He wanted everything from her and he was afraid. If he asked, would she say no? He felt like she had to care for him, even a little bit. It had started off casual, but somehow, it had morphed into him showing up at her doorstep, Chinese take-out in hand and ready to pounce on her the second she opened the door. He felt addicted to Kagome Higurashi and it was damn near dangerous. If he rocked the boat and questioned their relationship, would she get scared? Never see him again? Inuyasha didn’t think he could handle that.

The pool party seemed like a good test; not that he was that type of person, not normally. But somehow, he had become too much of a coward to face his feelings and chance getting rejected. As they sat on his couch, Kagome’s head resting in his lap as he idly played with her thick black hair, he casually asked if they should act like the strangers their friends thought they were at the party. If she was upset by the idea, then he would know it was safe to confess; but if she easily agreed, well, he’d have his answer. For a second, he thought he had hurt her feelings, her brows bunching together, as if trying to sort through what he was saying. Kagome swiftly recovered, smiling as she shrugged her shoulders, before leaning forward to button his jeans, her mouth wrapping around his dick so quickly his head was spinning. The answer wasn’t as clear, or not as clear as he needed, so he decided to go forward with his plan, and rely on the party to try and feel her out.

It was a fucking disaster.

From the minute he crossed the threshold, he was itching to get close to her. Despite Miroku’s summer home being swarmed with people, music blaring as the guests enjoyed the water, he caught her scent, eyes going large, ears trained to pinpoint her voice without a second thought. It was different to hear her in a group setting and not moaning his name, but it still sounded sweet. On instinct, he moved toward her, unaware he was making a beeline until she was right in front of him.

It wasn’t like it was the first time he had seen her taut stomach, or the curve of her hips. How many times had he left bruising kisses on the swell of her breasts? Yet there was something about seeing her in public, so exposed that made him feel a jolt of electricity like it was the first time. It wasn’t just that; the outfit itself was incredible. He was turned on and pissed off all at the same time. How could she let other people see so much of her?

Kagome was wearing a bikini that fit like a second skin. It was a mixture of clear mesh and red fabric, an optical illusion that made it seem like she was less covered than she was. Small red triangles barely covered her dusky nipples, the mesh making up half of her top. And her bottoms, gods, it was almost like wearing nothing at all. He’d seen her in panties that covered more. The last few days she had refused to let him be rough, concerned if he sparked her too hard it might leave a mark- and he was regretting it now. Her bottoms hugged her perfectly rounded ass, completely free of any signs of their rough play. He tried to bottle down the possessive feeling, reminding himself that as far as everyone else was concerned, they were perfect strangers.

She was laughing with Sango and thank the gods, Miroku was by her side too. It was an easy excuse to get near her. He made his way through the crowd, and Inuyasha was sure she had seen him; yet she didn’t acknowledge him in the slightest.

She was ignoring him. Taunting him, really; doing her best to get under his skin, and it was fucking working. Kagome was acting as if she didn’t know him, as if the day before she hadn’t been pressed against him, her plump lips humming on his cock.

Inuyasha wasn’t going to back down; he continued to his friends, more determined to talk to Miroku than he ever had been in his life. As he made his way over, Kagome finally looked his way, blue eyes locked on amber.

“Oh, hey.” She said, sounding more casual than he expected. “That’s your friend, right Miroku? The one that gave me a ride?”

That’s how it started. After a particularly long dinner party, he excused himself the first moment he could. He was surprised to find Kagome trailing after him, asking if he could give her a lift, claiming she had a bad headache. Kagome wound up in the drivers seat before they even got to her house.

“About time you show up, asshole.” The blue eyed man greeted, a toothy grin not matching the harshness of his words. “I was wondering if you were going to make it at all.”

“I almost didn’t come. You know I hate this shit.” He answered honestly. If it wasn’t for Kagome going, he would have skipped it altogether. Inuyasha nodded hello to Sango before locking eyes with Kagome. His tongue felt thick, too big and clumsy for his mouth. He was going to say the wrong thing. When he didn’t acknowledge her, just letting his amber eyes settle on her, she picked up the conversation.

“We’ve met before.” She supplied, an easy smile toying on her lips, eyes slightly narrowed as if she was trying to grapple with who he was. “You gave me a lift home a few months back from Sangos dinner party. Your inu-?”

“Yasha. Inuyasha.” He answered curtly. He knew it was a ploy, but it pissed him off and he couldn’t help it.

She smiled and his stomach rolled. “Right, sorry.” She apologized.

“Don’t take it personal. She can tell you how every nerve in your body works, but she forgets simple things like her car keys or names.” Sango chirped in. “She uses too much of her brain on school work. You’d never tell it by looking at her, but she’s a natural ditz.”

Kagome blushed, her cheeks coloring to almost the shade of pink when they fucked, before playfully shoving Sango. “Jerk.”

It was hard to look away from her, but Kagome apparently did not have the same issue. They had only been together for a few minutes before a stranger called her name, jogging their way, all muscles and perfect abs.

“I didn’t see you here Kags!” His chestnut brown hair as dripping wet, beads of water dribbling down his chest. Inuyasha didn’t like the nickname; he wondered how they knew each other to begin with. But then the man pulled her in close as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, making Kagome squeak. Inuyasha wasn’t sure whether it was from the unexpected contact or the cool chill of his body, but either way his jaw was set and fists clenched. Strangers do not dislocate peoples jaws just because two people seemed to be on good terms with each other. Kagome smiled as she greeted him, calling him Hojo before creating some space, complaining that he was wet.

“Well if you came in the water it wouldn’t be an issue! You promised you’d go swimming with me Kags!” He pulled her in closer again, trying to make his point. She laughed and it felt like punch to his gut.

“Fine, fine. You win.” She said. It shouldn’t have hurt, but it did.

Before he knew it, the stranger was leading her by the arm, dragging her into the pool and Inuyasha was seething with rage. It was taking every shred of self control to not throw her over his shoulder and leave. Instead, he had to stand by and watch as she laughed with the brunette, her body glistening from the water. Inuyasha set his jaw, tearing his attention away as Miroku babbled on.

“I don’t know why Kagome doesn’t date him.” Sango said, once the pair were safely out of earshot. “Hojo is really cute.”

Sango was a traitor. It was too bad, he had really liked her.

“I keep trying to set them up together!” Miroku supplied. “The only reason I invited him was for Kagome. I don’t get why she wont take the hint.”

Inuyasha cut his eyes towards his former best friend. This was all Miroku’s fault.

“Maybe she’s not interested.” He tried to sound disinterested, like Kagome’s love life had nothing to do with him.

~.~

It felt unnatural watching Kagome; she hadn’t made her way over to him, and he had not sought her out. He wondered if this was what it would be like if they split. Would they be forced to attend the same functions, and act like he didn’t know the way she curled her toes when she came, or how she got off on being told what to do? How do people most past that?

Yura had been sitting by him for about a half an hour, filling him in on about her escapades in beauty school. She had dropped out of university to study cosmetology and she seemed happier than she had been in a long while. They had been friends for years, and it was a nice change to see her so at ease. Yura was playful, always a tad too touchy and often gave the wrong impression to those around her, no thanks due to her wardrobe choices. But she was an old friend, and one he was happy to have. Sure, there had been times he had thought about Yura in a less friendly manner, but that was all behind him.

Maybe less behind her though.

He could sense that she was flirting, could smell the spike in her scent. She wasn’t exactly hiding the fact that she wanted him. If it had been a different time, if he had never of met Kagome, he would have been thrilled to receive her feelings and attentions.

But now, he was too focused on watching different men approach her. Did they have any idea that just the other night she came so hard from his tongue she screamed? They couldn’t do that for her, satisfy her the way she needed.

A strong push brought him out of his brooding.

“You’re not listening at all, are you?” Yura pouted.

“’Course I am.” He answered, drawing his attention back to her. He wasn’t really a great friend today.

“Then what was I talking about?” She crossed her arms over her chest, her breasts pushing up from the action.

Inuyasha reached over, tugging on the ends of her short bobbed cut. “How you cut your hair yourself.” He smiled. “I’m surprised you did. You’ve always had long hair.”

“I needed a change. Do you like it?” She looked hopeful.

“Its cute. It suits you.”

Yura smiled, pleased with his answer. If Inuyasha was a better person, he would have given her his attention; but he was a bastard, too focused on watching some asshole throwing himself at Kagome. Digging his claws into the palms of his hand, he tried to remain calm.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” He stood up, excusing himself before stalking towards the house. There were people filtering in and out, the kitchen filled with food and alcohol. Inuyasha slumped over the kitchen island, resting his elbows on the cool marble as he covered his face in his hands. This was too much. He needed to come clean, needed to make things clear with Kagome once and for all. This was torture and he wasn’t a fucking masochist.

He smelled her before he felt her, their shoulders bumping as she leaned into him, posture mirroring his.

“You okay?” She asked, a note of concern in her voice.

“Feh, I’m fine.” He had been waiting to talk to her all day, and now that he had the chance, his tone was sour.

“You sure? You look pretty pissed off.” She

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” He bristled. “That Hoho guy has been like your shadow all day; like a damn puppy.”

Kagome narrowed her eyes at his harsh words, a slow smile creeping in. She was beginning to understand. “He’s just a friend.”

“A friend that wants in your pants.” He regretted it the second it came out, fully knowing how jealous he sounded.

She shrugged. “I’m not interested in him.”

Inuyashas mood brightened significantly. “No?”

“No.” Kagome shook her head, feeling playful. “He’s totally not my type.”

She looked so beautiful, her pale skin complimented by the red of her swim suit. Her long black hair was still wet, falling in waves around her shoulders, curling up at the ends. She was looking at him with bright, blue eyes, a smile he had seen so many times before. He was just as drawn to her now as he had been the first time they met. “And what exactly is your type?” He asked.

She bit her lip and let out a quiet laugh. “You really don’t know?”

Inuyasha paused for a beat, considering her words. He leaned in, lips just brushing the shell of her ear. “I want to fuck you.” He whispered. “So bad.” They were so close he felt Kagome shiver. To anyone else, it would look like two people trying to talk over the music, not a half demon confessing he wanted to have sex in a crowded kitchen.

“Right here?” She kept her voice low, matching his. “There’s a lot of people around.”

Inuyasha smirked. He straightened and moved behind her, letting his hands fall to her hips as he pulled her close. He didn’t care who saw- in fact, he wanted everyone to fucking see. She was his. Instinctually, she leaned into him, craning her neck to hear his next words. “I could just move your bikini bottoms to the side,” he said, snapping the band of her suit, as if to make a point. “no one would notice.”

Kagome bit back a moan, the idea sounding more enticing by the second. He could already imagine her gripping onto the counter as he took her from behind, one hand holding her bottoms away so that his hard cock could press into her wet pussy.

“I think they would.” She said, breathlessly, her delicate hands covering his, wrapping them around her stomach. The gesture looked sweet, but Inuyasha knew she was trying to draw him away. She kept her voice low, just loud enough so that he could pick up her words thanks to his demonic hearing. “You’re pretty loud when you fuck me.”

Inuyasha hugged her from behind, placing a soft kiss to her temple. “That’s because you feel so damn good.” He murmured into her hair. For a pair that were so concerned about keeping it simple, they were not playing the part of strangers well. He knew any moment someone was going to ruin this for them, and as much as he wanted to declare that Kagome belonged to him, he always was now completely turned on.

He needed to act; Inuyasha gripped her hand, giving it a tight squeeze as he le them out of the room, navigating the halls with practiced ease. He brought them to the sunroom, the nearest place he could find that wasn’t occupied by people, probably due to all the open windows. It didn’t exactly give privacy, but then again, he didn’t exactly care at this point.

Inuyasha trapped her against the wall, caging her between his arms. He had been dying to get this close to her all day, but she had been swarmed with people buzzing around her. In fact, he could smell the faint scent of other men clinging to her and it was infuriating. Inuyasha leaned down, his nose running over the column of her neck before he gave her soft skin a nip.

Her body jerked, though there wasn’t much room for her to move; the result was more her grinding against him, the feel of his growing erection sending a jolt through her. She breathed, attempting to move away. “Theres- Theres people right outside-”

Inuyasha continued his assault on her neck, letting one hand trail down to her hip, holding tight and dragging her close. “I don’t give a shit.” He began to rub small circles with his thumb, brushing over the skimpy piece of fabric; he needed her touch too badly to care about anyone else there. Her mouth fell open in a moan, giving him the perfect opportunity; he pressed his lips against hers, hungry and desperate. Every time they kissed it went straight to his dick, and today was no exception. The way she worked her tongue should be illegal.

Kagome ran her hands over his sides, earning her a low rumble from deep in his chest. He was pure muscle, all strength and raw power. She had felt him like this more times than she could count, but each time she felt the hot press of his skin she felt something tighten in her stomach. Her hands wrapped around him, gripping his back, leaving crescent shaped marks from her blunt nails. He had hardly touched her and she was shaking.

“And the window- what if som-...mmm.” She lost track of whatever argument she had when his large hands cupped her breasts. He was panting as he hovered over her, dipping his head to suck her bottom lip as he squeezed her tits, his thumb swiping across her nipple, hard under the thin fabric. It was easy to move the bikini top to the side, her full breasts pushed together from the constraint of her top; her pink nipples were taut, hard from being exposed to the cool air and his stimulation. Inuyasha rolled it between his fingers, mindful of his claws when he gave her a gentle pinch. Kagome threw her head back, making desperate sounds as she leaned into his touch. Kagome hooked her leg over his hip, wanting him closer, giving him better access to her pussy.

Inuyasha rocked his hips against hers, the friction of his hard cock against her clit making her whimper. He smirked at her reaction; she was always so sensitive. He knew she would be wet for him, he could practically feel it soaking through their clothes. He was dying to reach down, to let his fingers slide between her slick folds and work her the way that she liked. She arched against him, the contact electrifying, making his dick throb in response. He could feel his precum beginning to leak, coating his bathing suit and making the evidence his desire very obvious. He remembered how a few nights before she had gotten down on her knees, swiping her tongue over the top of head, eager to taste him, eyes wide and innocent as she sucked him.

Fuck her wanted her.

Inuyasha brought his right hand down to play with the band of her bottoms, only briefly.

“We shouldn’t hook up here.” Her protest sounded half hearted, even to her. It was fine to say it, but when it was accompanied by her grinding into him, it lost its meaning. “We’ll get caught.”

He let his thumb press against the cloth delicately, rubbing her clit with as much gentleness as he could muster. Everything in him was screaming to cut the flimsy fabric and throw her to the ground.

“I wont let anyone see you like this.” He promised.

Kagome nodded, hands tracing over his abs, working their way down his stomach. Her long, slim fingers reached into his pants with practiced ease, pulling him free as the other hand pushed his swim trunks down his hips. Kagome gripped his firm penis and gave it a soft squeeze. Inuyasha moaned, head falling forward from the contact. His member was warm, the skin silky smooth as she began to pump her hand, slowly at first, just enough to tease, then faster and faster as his pleasure mounted. He was making noises he barely recognized, broken syllables, pieces of her name, some sort of effort to encourage her, but he was to lost in lust. Taking matters into his own hands, he grabbed Kagome’s ass, lifting her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his hips. He pressed her back against the wall for better leverage, holding her in place with ease. Inuyasha fumbled at first, nerves and eagerness getting the better of him, as they managed to move her bikini to the side and line him against her entrance. When she felt the hot press of his head against her wet core she let out a soft whine, alerting him that it wasn’t enough; she needed more and she needed him now.

Inuyasha got the hint; he snapped his hips forward, gliding inside of her in one swift motion. The half demon grit his teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of control. The sounds Kagome was making filled the room, soft noises at first, accompanied by her nails raking down his bare back. They would leave a mark, flesh scorched red for all too see, but he didn’t care; he would wear it like a badge of honor, that he had brought Kagome to high she lost control. With the way things were going, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long; he could feel the pleasure mounting, the pressure from his balls making them tight and heavy. He was so close, but he needed to make sure she came first.

Inuyasha growled, trying to concentrate rather than get lost in sensation. “I-ah- I’m almost there.” She gripped him tighter, trying to pull his body in closer. Inuyasha twisted his hips, rocking into her at just the right angle, the one that made her scream. She arched, breathless and desperate, and when she felt his calloused thumb rub her clit, swollen and sensitive and she was near tears.

“Cum for me, baby.” He grunted, his voice raspy from strain. It pushed over the edge, muffling her cries into his neck as she came apart, her pussy clamp around him, squeezing his cock over and over, leaving him dizzy. Inuyasha ground his teeth because fuck, she felt amazing. His thrusts were short, rapid, eager to feel the same euphoria she did. Kagome continued to meet him thrust for thrust, arms wrapped tightly around his neck; she leaned in, lips planting sloppy kisses over his cheek as his head slumped forward.

“Cum in me.” She whispered, continuing on as she heard him whimper. “I need you, Inuyasha.”

White hot semen filled her, his penis throbbing inside of her as he emptied his cum. Beads of sweat rolled down his chest, their skin sticky from contact. Inuyasha gave her a slow, heated kiss, rolling his hips once more, making Kagome shiver. He knew he would have to withdraw from her sweet core, but Gods, he could live forever in this moment, she was wrapped around him, covered in his kisses, his scent, his jizz slowly leaking from her; everything about her belonged to him, even just for that second. Regretfully, Inuyasha helped ease her down; She was completely spent, her legs jelly. He wanted to take her home, put her in his bed and lock the doors. Knowing that wasn’t an option, he gave her one last searing kiss before he broke apart and smiled.

“So much for acting like strangers.” Her chest heaved, still trying to collect her thoughts.

“Feh, we were strangers the first time we got together.” He replied, pulling his swim trunks up. “Besides, you’re the one that didn’t want to be seen together. I’m surprised you did this at all.”

Kagome looked half horrified. “Me? You’re the one who said we should act like we don’t know each other!” She shouted, a new rush of energy filling her.

“No I didn’t!” He answered hotly. “I asked if that’s what you wanted- fuck!” From the way she was reacting, did she not want that? This was his fault, from beginning to end. “I didn’t- Damn it, I didn’t mean it that way Kagome.”

She quipped an eyebrow at him, still defensive. “And how did you mean it?” There was a cutting edge to her voice, accusatory.

“Just that- That I wanted to give you the option… to back out if you wanted it.”

Kagome narrowed her eyes, bottom lip drawn in as she considered him. Despite having just brought her to the brink of ecstasy, he was acting shy, nervous.

“Well I never asked for one.” She answered, tone still bristly. The hanyou nodded curtly nodded response. He said nothing for a moment, the silence feeling heavy with things left unsaid. Her answer gave him hope, but he the words he wanted to say seemed to die on his tongue.

Inuyasha sighed, trying to bottle down his fears and muster up the courage he needed. Wrapping his arms around her, he leaned his forehead against hers; he felt her soften, and soon she was hugging him back.

“I want you- I want more than what we’ve been doing. I was nervous that if I really asked you out, you’d end things.” Inuyasha swallowed hard. “I like you, a lot.”

He felt Kagome freeze, could feel her heart beating double time in her chest. He panicked briefly, when he felt one of her hands leave his back, only to cup the side of his face. But when he looked down into her eyes, he saw only happiness.

“I really like you too.” She smiled, biting her lower lip. “

They would have to go back down to the party, would have to explain the kiss marks and love bites, the redness of her ass and the nails down his back.

Or they could leave; take off together and fill the others in later. There would be plenty of time to introduce each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. For now, they could spend the remainder of the day wrapped in each others arms, tangled between her legs.

It was an easy choice to make.

#inuyasha and kagome #inuyasha oneshot #inuyasha #inukag #smut prompts

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gnawing through the bars

the witcher, geralt/jaskier, 2.2k

established relationship, nonbinary trans man jaskier, trans woman geralt, #T4T, not actually a fic about jaskier wearing dresses but a fic about jaskier gently coaxing geralt to admit she’s trans

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Sometimes, Jaskier gets an itch.

He has, over the course of his life, put a great deal of effort into being seen as a man, no matter the situation or the person seeing. Mages are not cheap, and surgery is not easy. And he doesn’t, in the slightest, regret any of it.

But, sometimes…

In Oxenfurt, he had a friend in a similar boat — not exactly, as she would have quite happily lived as a woman if women could become bards, and in fact did so whenever she wasn’t actively at lessons or performing, but similar enough. Her father was a very talented tailor, and every few months Jaskier would travel home with her, and they would spend days free of the burden of men’s clothing. Trousers, he will concede, are often more practical, but there’s something poetic about dresses that draws him. The flow of the fabric, the weight — no matter how good the tailoring, he never feels quite as himself in trousers and a doublet as he does in a dress.

He didn’t realise just how much he needed that time, that space, until he was without it.

It took some years, to rebuild. Enough money, the right company, a decent amount of luck, but now, he has a list of people who hold banquets he can attend wearing whatever he may like without risk anyone will, say, kick his ribs until they audibly crack. Small banquets, by invitation only, where he sometimes plays and sometimes dances, talks, fleeces everyone at cards.

And one such person is holding one such banquet, just as Geralt’s witchering takes them through the town.

And Jaskier maybe, possibly, slightly forgets he’s yet to commit this particular sin in Geralt’s company, when he asks if the Witcher wants to spend an evening playing at nobility with him.

Geralt has never understood the appeal of banquets.

Since Jaskier, though, he somehow keeps finding himself attending them. And, well, he’s suffered through worse things for the sake of the bard’s smile.

He leaves Jaskier abed in the inn, to see if he can restock some of the rarer ingredients he likes to keep on hand. It’s just past dawn when he leaves, early enough Jaskier won’t stir for anything less than mortal peril, and it’s just nearing midday when he returns.

Jaskier is, to his surprise, no longer in bed. Is, in fact, fully dressed for the day already, and is standing in front of the small mirror, carefully applying something to— his lips—

Geralt’s mind goes blank.

At the sound of the door clicking shut, Jaskier looks up, and grins, widely, as he’s wont to. “A successful shopping trip, then?” he asks. His lips are very, very red. There’s something about his eyes, too, but his lips—

“What,” Geralt manages to say. Jaskier’s face creases in a frown.

“What, what? Did I fuck the line of the paint up?”

He turns back to the mirror, to inspect his lips. Geralt makes a very quiet noise.

Jaskier is. Jaskier is wearing— Jaskier is in a dress. A well-tailored dress, tight to his torso, his waist, that shade of light blue he’s so fond of, sleeves close around his arms, wrists, somehow he’s both delicate and intimidating. The fabric makes a sound when he moves. A dress.

He must make another sound; Jaskier turns to look at him again. His face is more thoughtful, now. His lips are still red. The neckline sits just below the hollow of his throat. Geralt wants to bite it.

“Oh,” Jaskier says, “I forgot to say, didn’t it.”

Geralt nods, once, sharply. He has no idea what his face is doing but he’s sure it makes his feelings clear.

“Well, surprise! Sometimes I wear dresses. I take it by the clench of your jaw that you approve?” Geralt doesn’t bother nodding. Jaskier isn’t an idiot. “Sorry, you thought I asked you along as protection, didn’t you.”

And Jaskier moves away from the mirror, walks over until he can rest his arms on Geralt’s shoulders. The way he sways his hips is definitely on purpose. Geralt is going to catch fire.

“No, darling,” Jaskier says, his voice dropping lower, which always sets Geralt’s blood alight but in contrast with the dress is particularly affecting, “Tonight you’re accompanying me. I want to dance.”

Geralt’s voice says, without consulting him, “I want to have you against the wall.”

And Jaskier’s grin is wicked as he purrs, “Well, yes. It’s barely midday; why else do you think I’m already dressed?”

The banquet is, of course, wonderful. It’s been an age since Jaskier saw Elis, and he’s done so well for himself. One of few downsides to his nomadic ways are how difficult it is to get letters, and how out of the loop he is because of it. It’s always nice, to catch up on gossip, to spend an evening with his friends and good music and his Witcher.

Geralt isn’t usually one for dancing, but Jaskier’s beginning to suspect he could ask absolutely anything of him in that dress and Geralt would do it without question. It’s a very heady power. They don’t exactly make it back to the inn before they fuck.

Now, they’re led in bed, the dress carefully folded away again, Jaskier’s head resting on Geralt’s lovely chest. Usually, it’s no difficulty at all to fall asleep like this, spent and sore and safe.

Usually.

“I can hear you brooding,” Jaskier says, lightly. Geralt is tense, for some reason, and very much awake. Jaskier dreads to think what he’s brooding over. Most things he shrugs off like so much water off a duck’s back. “Did someone say something? Do I need to break out the daggers?”

“No one said anything,” Geralt says, gruff. He doesn’t want to talk about it, which, unfortunately, only further cements Jaskier’s determination to make him talk about it.

“I know you hate the nobility, dear, but musing on that hatred doesn’t usually keep you awake.” Geralt huffs, which means he’s trying not to smile, which is a start. “Come on, out with it, what’s wrong?”

Geralt doesn’t reply, but this isn’t Jaskier’s first try at prying emotions out his Witcher; he doesn’t say anything either, letting the silence drag out until Geralt huffs again, more annoyed, and says, “It’s not my business.”

“Wait,” Jaskier says, pushing himself up so he can see Geralt’s face, a frisson of alarm shooting through him, “Did I say something?”

Geralt isn’t glaring, exactly, but he’s closer to it than not. “No.”

“…But?”

And now, there we go, that’s a glare. They fall back into a silent stalemate, which lasts several minutes, until Jaskier gives in and says, “Look, I can’t sleep through the tension coming off you in waves, so either we’re talking about it, or— Well, the alternatives are all far more enjoyable than talking about it, so I won’t offer them, actually. Your choice is to talk about it or to deal with me being incredibly irritable tomorrow.”

Geralt’s glare intensifies, because he’s an idiot, and he never learns. He’s stubborn, sure, but of the two of them, Jaskier will always outdo him.

So, after another minute of resentful silence, Jaskier slides out of bed and gets his lute, to demonstrate clearly his commitment to not sleeping. He’s halfway through the tune of a ballad played at the banquet, trying to figure the notes by ear, when Geralt groans, and says, with great pain, “The— Dress.”

“Oh,” Jaskier says, and sets the lute back on the floor. “Oh.”

Of course. He forgets, frequently, that while he may have far more many years on this earth, Geralt’s experience with the more avant garde approaches to gender amount only to what Jaskier has shown him. And while Jaskier has certainly, on occasion, been attracted to people content with the hand life dealt them, he has had… suspicions.

“It’s—“ Geralt covers his face with a hand. He’s still led on his back, Jaskier now sat cross-legged beside his torso. “I— You’re a man.”

“Ehhh.”

Geralt removes the hand to blink at him.

“I wanted to be a bard,” Jaskier shrugs. “Bards are men. I don’t mind it, being a man, but I didn’t particularly mind being a girl. If I wanted to be— Well, girls of noble stock really only get married and have children, but if I wanted that I imagine I’d have been quite content as a woman.”

That’s not entirely accurate, but Jaskier has learnt not to throw people in the deep end about this. Or at all, really. He’s yet to find anyone of a like mind, and explaining to people who don’t already know what he means isn’t worth the effort.

“…Huh,” Geralt says, still looking at him.

“You know,” Jaskier says, still musing about the many variants of this discussion he’s had, “I’ve never really managed to put it into words? I just… did it. Left Lettenhoven as a girl, left Oxenfurt as a man. I have always, I suppose, figured maybe it’s all a bit more complicated than everyone oh so neatly fitting as either woman or man, but I don’t really know where I’d even begin eschewing the whole thing entirely…” Geralt just keeps looking at him thoughtfully, no hint of disgust or bafflement, which. Is nice. Not the point, though. “Not that that’s what we were talking about, anyway. You were having emotions about the concept of men wearing dresses that I assume mean you yourself want to wear dresses.”

And then Geralt freezes, like a deer in the brush. Jaskier can’t help his fond smile.

“C’mon,” he coaxes, gentle, “What did I just say? Am I, of all people, going to cast judgement?”

It takes another minute of tense silence, but Geralt says, shortly, “I don’t.”

“What, think I’ll judge you? Have emotions? Want to wear dresses?”

“They’re not— Practical.”

“Gods, I love you,” Jaskier says. Geralt could be made of stone, he’s so tense, but still he’s here, in their bed, letting Jaskier see. It’s the greatest gift Jaskier has ever been given. “Okay, so if not dresses, what do you want?”

“This conversation to end,” Geralt says, immediately.

“Nope!” Jaskier counters, cheerfully. “I’m a dog with a bone, you know this. You want… to wear practical women’s clothing? No? No, that wouldn’t be much different, would it. You… want me to be sweet with you?”

“Is that not what you do already.”

Jaskier says, quite without thinking, as all his thoughts are focused on what about their night Geralt could be yearning for, “It’s only what you deserve, Geralt, honestly—“ And, suddenly, it clicks. “Oh.”

Geralt, of course, doesn’t say anything, but that’s fine, Jaskier’s having a lot of thoughts. About the looks on Geralt’s face, when Jaskier plays the songs only not blatantly about the Witcher because he’s using the wrong pronouns, when people say certain despicable things about Yennefer, and now Geralt never truly relaxes around any man except Jaskier, and tiny little Witcher children with no other option but the male path before them.

“Oh, I am a fool,” Jaskier laments, half to himself. “I am a fool, an idiot, how did I not know! I am the world’s expert on you! How did I not see—“

“What,” Geralt growls.

“You’re a woman.”

And, oh, if Jaskier thought Geralt was tense before. If he reached out and touched, he’s sure Geralt would shatter.

“No,” Geralt says, completely toneless.

“Ah, ah,” Jaskier wags a finger, “Don’t even try it, we’ve been over this already. I am in love with you, I will treat you with the utmost kindness, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

The tension isn’t easing out of Geralt, exactly, but the Witcher is beginning to look less like a deer waiting for the pierce of the arrow and more like a someone recently stabbed, somewhere painful but non-lethal. It’s that look, that tells Jaskier he’s right. That’s exactly how Geralt always looks, when Jaskier speaks into the light all the most secret, tender things Geralt keeps so guarded. How Geralt looked, the first time Jaskier said I love you.

Geralt says, with the barest hint of feelings, “Jaskier.”

“She wiped out your pest,” Jaskier sings, quietly, experimentally, “Got kicked in her chest…”

“Jaskier.”

“She’s a friend of humanity, so give her the rest—“ And, finally, Geralt’s composure breaks, and she sits up, clutches at Jaskier without looking at him, grips his hand with significant strength, stares at the wall as tears well in her eyes for, possibly, the first time in almost a century. Jaskier’s heart aches. He pulls her close, tucks her head under his chin, says, “Oh, sweetheart,” as he runs a hand over her back.

They stay like that for a while.

Eventually, Geralt sits up again, wipes at her face with her sleeves because she’s disgusting like that, and tries to once again pretend she’s never emoted in her life. Jaskier knows the expression on his face as he looks at her is ridiculously soppy.

“Can we sleep, now?” Geralt asks, and Jaskier laughs even as he lies down, wraps an arm around Geralt’s chest, lets her rearrange the blankets just so.

He presses a kiss to the nape of her neck. She takes the hand pressed to her chest and laces their fingers together. Tomorrow, Jaskier will see about contacting Yennefer, and finding out if the relevant magic has gotten any less complicated, and maybe a brief visit back to Elis’ for some clothes. Or, for advice about tailoring, more likely. Either way, it’s already far closer to dawn than not, and Geralt is finally relaxing into sleep, so, after pressing one last kiss to her jaw, he finally lets himself do the same.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #yelling at clouds #fic tag #hello it's me and this is my brand #everyone is trans! my house now!#yes that is a blink and you'll miss it reference to yennefer being trans #as i said. Everyone Trans.

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luxlightly · 5 years

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It’s Soup! -- Symbruary Day 8 “Food” Fill

Just in case anyone thought I was capable of making anything normal. Here is likely the only prompt fill I will be doing for @symbruary. Written in about 2 hours (would have been shorter but my dog kept screaming at me to take him on a walk) with little to no proof reading so forgive any mistakes, especially since I nearly never work in first person and have never written in present tense.

Requires a basic understanding of the plot of Venom: The Hunger to properly understand.

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I am hungry.

Not the kind of hungry where it hurts your stomach; the kind of hungry that hurts all over. The kind of hungry that looking at food makes you feel sick. That eating doesn’t help. That makes all food look and taste foul. Because it’s a specific hunger. A craving for something.

Yes, that’s it. A craving. One I can feel in my bones, my teeth.

Our teeth.

But for something I can’t define. I can’t find. I’ll have to keep looking.

I am angry.

But that’s nothing new. Every day I feel like I’m angrier, but everyday it feels more justified, so I don’t mind. Every day I see more filth, more corruption, more sin. Everyday it seems like there’s fewer innocents to protect. Like there’s less and less untouched by the grime and putrescence of this city, this whole society.

What is the world coming to? It disgusts me.

Everything disgusts me now. Food, people,places. The popcorn I’d purchased with something approaching optimism is already all but discarded. Like trying to force mud and gravel down my throat. Repulsive. Like everything else. Everything sets a bad taste in my mouth, like sewage.

Well, except for one thing, of course.

The Other winds itself through my fingers, forming a hand to interlace with mine.

My Other.

It’s the only thing that soothes the anger, the shaking, buzzing, craving, wanting, needing. It’s a cool balm. When I feel its presence in my mind, winding its way through the twists and turns of my body, making its serpentine journey through the labyrinth of my form, for a moment I can feel at peace. We can feel at peace.

There is a movie playing, here in the dark theater. Noise and light that my brain finds too hard to bother parsing. I didn’t come here to watch it, anyway. What story could any human mind fabricate that could match the magnificence of the creature that weaves its way through my cells?

None. Of course not. But the theater is blessedly dark and any within would not be looking at us. So we are afforded this small luxury of clasped hands.

In these brief moments such as this, when our minds touch and my heart swells with adoration for my beloved being from beyond the stars, it feels for a moment like there is more to existence than the wretchedness the world seems so filled with. That there is something else to be felt but disdain, disgust.

Then the shouting begins.

“Aw, they shoulda got Stallone!”

Teenagers.

I always had a soft spot for kids, but nowadays it seems there’s little to be soft for. Even children are tainted by corruption and filth. There’s no respect, no courtesy. These punks are nearly too far gone, already adults, raised in putrid bile and fit to do no more than regurgitate it.

But maybe not too old and far gone, yet, to be taught a decent lesson.

–

I am hungry.

I am angry.

Strung up from the ceiling, upside-down, the little cretin’s whines and whimpers are giving us a headache.

“Punks like you make me mad,” I hiss, wrapped up in my Other, in my true form, our true form.

Being together, as Venom, feels right. It always does. Like taking off an uncomfortable costume and letting the world see you as you are. Like finally fitting right in your own skin. But the buzzing and churning in my mind only seems to get worse together.

The only thing that feels right, but also wrong. Helping and hurting. Bane and balm.

Our headache is getting worse.

“Mad enough to bite your heads off!” I threaten.

It’s an old bit, but it’s our standard. Something about a brain-eating alien always seemed fitting. It’s the kind of thing people expect from us. The kind of monster they want us to be.

“CrrrrUNCH! ” For a moment I can almost picture it. I can almost feel that satisfying crunch of bone between my fangs, cracking and crumbling the the shell of an egg, revealing the precious contents within.

“Slurp down your brains like big fistfuls of Jello…”

I can picture that, too. Soft, slippery texture, zapping with the last sparks of life. Tingling against our tongue like a popping candy. Sliding down our throat like a rich pudding. Being so hungry for so long, it almost seems…kind of nice.

I stretch my jaws around his head, just to spook him, of course. His increased whimpering tells me it’s working. My tongue curls around his chin, as if I’m really tasting, preparing.

“Yeaaaahhhh…” I breathe, more reverent than threatening,now. More focused on the image in my mind, on solidifying it, indulging it that fantasy, than really teaching these kids a lesson. And why not? Not like they’d learn anyway. I can feel my Other almost basking in the imagined scenario as well. “Barely touched that crummy popcorn, I could really sink my teeth into–”

I stop, abruptly.

I realize my teeth are almost itching with the desire to truly sink into the punk’s flesh. My jaw tightened and primed to bite down with a crushing force. My tongue is drawing in and savoring the taste of fear, of adrenaline, in the teenager’s sweat.

I could really…

I pull back quickly, returning our jaws to a more normal size and shape. The kid was spooked enough. No need to keep the bit going.

“Uh. Nah,” I say, suddenly at a loss for a witty parting line.

We release the kids and depart quickly. Suddenly, and unplaceably, the situation feels wrong, almost dangerous. Not that we’re fleeing from it. Not that anything would have happened.

I just get a little carried away sometimes.

It’s the job stress.

—

I am hungry.

I am angry.

More angry than hungry now, I feel. Like the hunger has settled into my bones, like it’s a part of me. A dull ache for something I can’t place. We’re out looking for it now. Searching, stalking. Scenting the air, sifting through sensations, discarding everything that’s not right but nothing is right.

No one understands it. No one understands us. No one ever has and yet strangers think that they have the right to presume what we need. The interaction with the man at the kiosk is still boiling in my blood.

How can he, someone who could not possibly know us, could not possibly understand us, think he can claim to know what’s good for our health? What we should eat? What we should do? We don’t need his advice! Nor his pity.

I feel suddenly scrutinized. Like every face on the street is watching us, judging us, trying to find the filth and disease in us, too. Trying to see how their poison has sunk into us, too.

I’m looking for something now. I feel something like a panic, a desperation. There has to be something that’s right. There must be something that tastes right, feels right. I’m looking for it, now. I feel like I’m wandering a maze. A mouse trying to follow the scent of cheese through walls that are shifting around it. Searching endlessly for a prize that always eludes it.

I need to blow off some steam.

—

I have to hand it to this biker scum.

He packs a punch. More than I’d expected looking at him, anyway.

He’s also brutal. Slamming his fists and feet against my skull, my ribs, my spine. He keeps screaming about killing me for trashing his bike and I’m fairly certain that if I were a ‘factory original’ human, he’d be well on his way to succeeding. Even with my Other reinforcing them, I think I can feel my bones cracking.

The pain is grounding, though. It feels sharp and real when everything else has been cloudy, drowned out by the frantic buzzing of my body and mind. The rush of adrenaline feels good and I find I need more of it.

As I’m thrown through a window, I can already feel my Other cording itself through my bones, sealing any crack, repairing any fracture. It seeps up through my skin and releases its cloth disguise to wrap around and through me. Our fangs push up through our gums and back into their rightful place. Our jaw stretches and lengthens to accommodate and I find myself wishing I could feel the strain of it more acutely.

I let our long tongue roll out of our mouth and splash into a mug of beer on the table closest to the window through which we were so recently defenestrated. I do so enjoy a dramatic entrance. Or, reenterence, as the case may be. The taste,however, is even more abhorrent than everything else I’d been fruitlessly trying to consume lately. Pure poison.

I retch, pulling our tongue back and away from the putrid substance.

“You call this beer?” I snarl. “Tastes more like runny buffalo spit. Not that scum like you deserve any better.”

Our form feels strange somehow. Fitting to the state of our mind more closely than to the curvature of my body. Bigger, but less defined. More animalistic. More tendrils than we’re used to, as well. Somehow it feels like it matches the disjointed and detached state of my thoughts. Poetic.

I hear the bikers say something about superheroes, causal slurs and offensive epithets peppered in as is the wont of such ruffians. But we don’t feel like a hero tonight. This doesn’t feel like defending the innocent. I wonder if there’s even any left out there to defend? We don’t even feel like a judge, doling out retribution to the guilty. We’re out picking fights. Finding people who ‘deserve it’, whatever ‘it’ may be. Less like a punisher, more like a predator.

With teeth to match.

We’re slashing through biker creeps like we were made for it. Because we were made for it. But I barely hear it. Barely notice my own comebacks. I’m spouting the truth, the truth about their bile and filth, and the energy behind it feels good, feels like something , but it’s hollow. It’s not enough. I can’t find it in me to care. I’m angry that I don’t care.

I’m angry.

And I’m hungry.

God help me, I’m so hungry.

‘Frankie’,as it seems the leader of this loathsome bunch is named, takes another swipe at me with a knife. As if it could do anything. Ranting about cutting me open, as if he isn’t hopelessly, pitifully outmatched.

I swat him away like the disgusting insect he is.

“Oh, bite me.”

I’m not sure if I mean to kill him, but the loud ‘crack’ of his head against the brick pillar suggests that such a feat has no doubt been accomplished.

Suddenly I have no space in my mind for considering it. No space for thought about the other bikers starting to peel themselves off the floor.

A scent wafts into our nose, permeates into our flesh, into the scent detecting cells that litter the Other’s body, when we wish them to.

And suddenly, we desperately wish them to.

I sniff again, then once more, as the Other floods our form with more and more structures dedicated to scent, lining our skin with them so that the intoxicating aroma caresses us like a warm breeze.

What is that?

“Something…smells… GOOD,” I murmur, like a man possessed.

I feel like a man possessed. Possessed by that smell, the need for more of it, the need to discern its source. Our mouth is watering (more so than normal, anyway) and suddenly the hollow ache of craving turns sharp and demanding in our gut. I feel myself willing more teeth into our mouth and I feel my Other enthusiastically fulfilling that wish.

My Other is practically writhing on my skin. Our form feels like it’s shivering down to the core.

What is it? What is it?

I stalk to the pillar, stained with thick, red liquid, and breathe in that scent as deep as my lungs will allow.

“Warm ’n mushy…” I find myself repeating the words from earlier. When I had so desperately been trying to define what our body was screaming for. To put words to its silent but insistent demands. “ Wet…and…tingly…”

I lean down right above the cracked and bloodied cranium of the late Frankie, sniffing again and confirming beyond a doubt the source of the mouthwatering scent. And confirming beyond a doubt that it’s what we’ve been craving. What we need. What we want.

“Mmmmmmmm…” the moan from our lips is nearly sinful. It’s so close. What we’ve needed so painfully. What we’ve been aching for.

I feel feverish and desperate. The Other is writhing around and inside me. Our combined want and need feels like it will shake our body apart.

The Other provides me a lie before I even realize I have been begging it for one. Something innocuous. Something, anything appropriate. Excusable. It pushes me forward, encouraging. It feels as frenzied as I do.

“It’s… soup!” I exclaim.

And with that it’s justified. It’s acceptable. It’s accepted.

It’s inevitable.

We open our jaws wide, tongue lolling out.

“Yeahhhhhhh…” we breathe.

Our jaws snap down, crunching through the skull soup. The moment it hits our tongue is like salvation. After months of wanting, craving, aching, the thing we’ve so desperately needed is here, dancing on our taste buds, sliding down our throat. Like water in a desert, like life returning to our body.

How could we stop?

Our teeth gnash and tear, dragging more and more of the precious substance into our mouth. It’s so much and yet not enough. How can it be both? How can it be everything and yet nearly nothing?

We can’t understand it. Can’t understand anything. Can feel nothing, think of nothing, but the need for more. More. Like a thousand pounds would not be enough.

Faintly, as if beyond the veil of a dream, we can hear it, a cry of pure horror and disgust.

“I don’t believe it!” a voice cries. “He’s eatin’ Frankie’s brains!”

The statement drags me out of my frenzied state as if dragging me out of thick molasses.

“…what?” I mumble, still feeling only half lucid.

No…no we never….we would never. It wasn’t…it was only…

I look down at my hands, stained with blood and chunks of grey matter.

“No…” I breathe, then scream. "NO!"

It couldn’t be right. It couldn’t be real. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t us. Wasn’t Venom!

Suddenly Venom becomes a divided entity, split jaggedly between the horror and disgust at the viscera coating our claws and the frantic desire to lick each one clean of it. The revulsion at what we’ve done and the desperation to continue.

I stumble backwards.

“Threatened plenty of times – never meant to – just to scare ‘em…a joke !” I stammer.

When had it stopped being an empty threat? When had it stopped being a bit? A Joke?

Dear God, had it ever really been?

My stomach churns. Suddenly I feel panicked. Exposed like a rat in a trap, overcome with the need to escape.

“Something’s wrong with – Oh God have to– Get away!”

I flee as fast as our legs will carry me, away from the cooling, clotting remains of what is decidedly not soup.

And the worst thing.

The worst thing.

Is that I’m still hungry . ---

Also crossposted to ao3 : [Here]

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Forgiveness {Gajeel x Reader Smut}

Warnings: SMUT (fingering, oral (M/F receiving) blowjob, penetration, etc)

ALSO I AM SORRY IF THIS IS TERRIBLE THIS IS THE FIRST SMUT I’VE EVER WRITTEN I WROTE IT AT 6 AM AFTER STAYING UP ALL NIGHT ON MY NOTES APP I HAVE A FEW MORE FOR NATSU AND LAXUS AND I’M WORKING ON A GRAY ONE NOW TOO BUT IF THIS ONE ISN’T GOOD, I WONT POST THEM AHH

I was walking home from the guild late at night. I got into a pretty rousing fight with Natsu about something or another, it’s hard to keep up with him. I twisted my neck trying to alleviate the pressure, rubbing small circles in the crook.

“Hey, short stack.” I felt his presence behind me before he even spoke. He filled my body with electricity and anger. I never really forgave him for what he did to our guild, even if it was seven years ago. I turned around to see his pierced face smirking down at me. He towered over my small frame like a giant.

“What do you want, Gajeel? I’m busy.” I said with a frown. He let out a short huff.

“Look, small fry, I saw your fight with flame brain and figured I should check on you or whatever.” I scoffed.

“Yeah right, and then are you going to nail me to a tree like you did Levy?” I saw his eyes widen at my hurtful and mocking tone. His cast his eyes down, looking disappointed and upset.

“Right. Sorry, I’ll go.” His voice was gruffer then usual but he still somehow sounded soft and delicate. I was surprised as he turned to leave. I was expecting him to put up a fight. He was always itching to go a few rounds with anyone willing in the guild.

“What, not man enough, iron head?” I heard him growl lightly and it was a sound that went straight to my panties. It was so deep and guttural and made them dampen.

“I don’t want to fight you, (Y/N).” I rolled my eyes.

“What, am I too fragile? You’ll go a few rounds with Erza but not me? I’ve beaten Erza in a fight and don’t you forget it! I made the S-Class trials while you were just Levy’s partner! I could beat you with my hands tied behind my back!” I shouted, drawing the attention of a few people walking along the streets. He made no moves. Finally, I walked up to him and started punching him, hard. I hit him three times but he made no attempt to fight back.

“Why won’t you fight me?!!” I screamed loudly, tears flowing down my face as I breathed deep and hard breaths as he slumped against a tree.

“Why did you hurt my guild? My family?” I said finally, a little meekly. I slumped to the ground, my head in my lap. Then, Gajeel did the unthinkable. He pulled me into his lap and let me cry into his chest. I felt his strong arms envelope me, wrapping around my waist. His head hung lowly, his lips right near my neck. I felt his hot mouth let out slow, ragged breaths.

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. I never knew what being a part of a family was like. When Metalicana left, I thought all hopes of a family were gone. Then Phantom Lord found me and gave me a home. I would have done anything to please them. Then I met all of you, and you took me in even after everything I did. You showed me that real family won’t make you do the unspeakable. (Y/N), please forgive me.” I felt my eyes tear up at his confession. My face was still buried in his warm, hard chest and I could feel his heart beat at a rapid pace. I pulled away slightly and looked him in the eyes. They were a little bleary and he had a few tears rolling down his cheeks. I instinctively swiped them away with my thumbs. Then, I did the unspeakable. I kissed him. The kiss was warm as our lips moved in sync, my tongue would swipe against one of his cold, metal piercings giving me a whole new sense of electricity. His own tongue swiped against my bottom lip but I teased him and kept it closed. I heard him let out another guttural growl has he moved one hand from my waist to my ass and grabbed a fistful making me gasp in surprise, pain and pleasure. This gave him the access he needed to explore my mouth and wrestle my tongue. We battled for dominance to which he won due to my slight moans from him kneading my ass. I felt him grin against my lips making the metal graze against my swollen lips sending a wave of pleasure. He then picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist feeling his arousal thick against my own. He used his dragon slayer magic to take me to his apartment.

I hardly had time to look around before he laid me on his bed and began kissing me again. I started feeling his urgency as our kissing got a little sloppier, but he felt restrained and rigid.

“I’m not fragile, Gajeel. I won’t break.” There was that growl again, signaling he was turned on by my words and tone, and it went straight to my core. He then ravaged my neck making unexpected moans curl out of my mouth. He pressed hot, sloppy kisses down my shoulder and across my throat until he found the spot right between my collar bone that made me gasp in pleasure. He then attacked it at full force, sucking and biting like it was his last meal. Each rough suck on my skin made me groan.

“Ungh, oh, god!” Once he let off with a slight pop, he licked the spot he marked, soothing it slightly. By now, my panties were thoroughly soaked and by the smirk on his face, he could smell it. With little effort, he pulled the shirt I was wearing over my head and gaped at my breasts. I wore a simple black bra to cover them but they were hardly constrained. He pulled that off soon as well and began rolling my hardened nipples in between his fingers as he kissed the valley in between them following the path to my naval. Every hot and wet press from his mouth made my core ache and my mouth groan. Finally he arrived where I needed him most. He flipped up the skirt I was wearing and admired the sight before him. I was wearing simple black panties but now they were soaked in my arousal. He took a single finger and rubbed it gently against my folds through my panties making me whimper.

“Wow, small fry, all this from kissing? You’re quite easy to satisfy.” There was a hint of playfulness in his voice as he slowly moved his finger up and down my folds narrowly missing my clit every time. I moaned deeply.

“Gajeel, please, please-uh.” “’Please’ what, babe?” Without even looking at him, I knew he had that trademark smirk on his swollen lips. he started moving a little faster, creating friction on my heat.

“Uhhh, fuck - please fuck me - I want your mouth - ungh please fuck - “ hearing me moan and beg must have spurred him on because almost immediately my skirt and panties joined my other clothes on the floor and he rammed his tongue deep into my aching core. I moaned loudly. His tongue skillfully darted in and out of my pussy as his middle finger drew figure eights on my clit. I was a moaning and squirming mess. His nose would occasionally bump the little bundle of nerves and his piercing would graze my heat making my hips jump. He sucked and rubbed and tongue-fucked me until I came. I came loudly, covering my mouth as his name tumbled from my lips.

“uh, uh, babe. You don’t hold anything back. Let all of Magnolia know how is fucking you this good, understand?” I moaned at his words in agreement. I decided to give him some fair treatment. Using my strength, I was able to flip us over and straddle him. He seemed not used to women taking charge but allowed me to do so. With a last desperate kiss to his lips, I started trailing hot kisses down his jaw and on his neck and Adam’s apple. He moaned lightly but then groaned when I found his own sweet spot nestled right under his Adams Apple. I then performed my own triage of kissing, sucking and biting until I left a large hickey that I licked with pride. I felt his groan and his arousal nudge against my core. I removed his shirt exposing his chest. He was glistening with sweat. I left sloppy, wet kisses down his pecs and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to each of his pierced nipples, making him groan in pleasure. I licked my way down his exquisite abs and found myself eyeing the three studs all lined up in in the center of his V. I took my time swirling my tongue around each one, and kissing it gently. I kept my eyes on his the whole time. His pupils were blown as he watched me erotically kiss his studs and then peel down his pants. I took them off swiftly along with his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. I felt my core heat up even more as I saw him; so thick and girthy. And was that, no, yes! A metal bar in the head of his penis. I couldn’t help but be aroused at all his piercings. I couldn’t wait to get him inside me, but I had other things to do first. I quickly wrapped my lips on the head of his dick and swirled my tongue around and down the slit, licking some of the pre-cum and pressing my tongue flat against his piercing. I felt his shudder and he groaned out a light “fuck.” I took this as he liked what I was doing and decided to go even further, taking him all in, relaxing my throat. I rubbed my tongue on the underside, choking slightly. I used one hand to massage his balls making him moan loudly. “Fuck, (Y/N).” His voice was gruff and hoarse. I bobbed my head up and down quickening my pace as I felt his hands tangle themselves in my long (H/C) hair. He tugged on the strands willing me to go faster and I happily obliged. I choked some more but I felt him twitch in my mouth. he tried to pull away, but I held on and sucked harder- he was exactly where I wanted him. I bobbed faster, and ran my tongue along the vein. I felt his piercing rub against my throat making me hum. The humming sent vibrations and he unloaded in my mouth. As I pulled up off, I made sure to keep eye contact as I sucked every drop off and I swallowed the load completely. I opened my mouth showing him as I crawled back up to his neck leaving more kisses and hickeys. He returned the favor leaving a big one right in between my shoulder and neck.

“That was the hottest fucking thing I ever saw. You taking my whole cock in your mouth and the things your tongue did to my piercings. And to top it all off, you swallowed all the cum I unloaded. Watching all of that has me all geared up.” He then took his rough palm and pushed it against my hot and wet core massaging it lightly.

“And I can see you are too.” He chuckled lowly. He flipped us over with him on top. It looks like he was done with me being dominate. But that worked for me, I wanted him to fuck me till I couldn’t think or walk straight. He held my legs apart with his hands. They were rough and hard and I could feel him leaving bruises on my thighs from how hard he was holding me but all that did was egg me on.

“Come on, Gajeel, fuck me. Fuck me till I see stars.” And with that, he switched from rubbing the head of his cock between my folds to ramming me, completely covering his cock in my pussy. We both groaned at the pressure. With a little adjustment, he nearly slid himself out completely then rammed into me again. He went slowly at first but I began moaning for him to go faster and harder. He slammed into me hard at almost an inhuman pace. I was moaning and unable to form coherent thoughts or sentences. The only words out of my mouth were,

“Fuck, ga-Gajeel, fuck, harder, please, ung, fuck!” And things like that. He then pulled out and flipped me over to my hands and knees. I planted my face and chest straight into the bed, my ass and pussy dangling in the air and then he pushed into me again. I heard him growling and emitting that deep and guttural growl that makes me wet.

“Ung, Gajeel, you make me so fucking wet! Fuck you feel so good, unggg, harder!” I heard him groaning at my words and he rammed into me with new vigor.

“You’re so fucking tight, you keep clenching around me! Fuck, so good!” He groaned in my ear. When we were almost to our peaks, I flipped us over once more. I wanted to see his face as he came. I slowly lowered myself on to his throbbing cock. I moaned as it reentered my aching heat. I began to quickly move my hips up and down and swirl them on his.

“Unnnggg, fuck Gajeel, Fuck I’m going to come!” He then took control using his big hands to push me up and down hard and fast on his cock. I felt him twitch inside me. That little spur of movement was enough to make me come for the second time. I opened my eyes but threw my head back as I saw stars. I felt my cum leak out of me and out on my thighs. He kept pushing me up and down helping me ride out my orgasm while chasing down his own. To help him along his way, I leaned up close to his ear and licked the shell.

“Come on, Gajeel, come for me. Come inside me. Fill me up with your dot, delicious cum. I want to lick your cum off your big cock. I want to taste you mingled with me.” And with that, he bust his load deep inside me, making me moan at the heat. As I slowly lifted off him, I groaned at the release of pressure. I then kept good on my word and licked out mixed juices off his now softened cock. I licked my lips and smiled at him. He pulled me up and wrapped me in his arms. Our bodies were nothing but sweaty tangled limbs. We gasped for breath. He looked down at me and gave me a sweet kiss, far different from the ones before. I smiled into it before falling asleep in his arms.

The next day, I put on the outfit from the day before and quietly left his house. I wasn’t sure why, but I had a feeling this was a one time thing. Gajeel didn’t seem the relationship type. I did leave a note that said “I forgive you.” With a little heart at the end. I went home and took a swift shower before putting on some clean clothes. I hadn’t looked in a mirror before walking into the guild hall, but boy do I wish I had.

As I walked to the bar, I noticed some odd looks and some whispers floating around me. When I reached the bar, Mira walked over to me.

“Hey, Mira. Why are they all whispering?” She giggled and held up a mirror. Thats when I saw them. All the love bites and hickeys Gajeel left. There was at least a dozen, maybe more. I looked down in my lap and saw that my skirt didn't cover the hand prints on my inner thighs.

“Oh no...” I groaned to Mira’s laughter.

“Hey, (Y/N)-- woah, what happened to you? You looked fucked up.” Natsu said from the left side of the bar.

“Oh, she was.” Mira said with a mischievous glint. I shot her a glare.

“Is that from our fight last night? Geez, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know i’d leave you so bruised!” He sounded genuinely regretful which was quite sweet. Before I was able to tell him these weren’t his fault, someone else beat me to it.

“Hey, step off, Flame Brain! I made those!” The whole guild gasped when Gajeel walked in with just as many, maybe even more, love bites and hickeys littering his neck and chest which was exposed due to his vest. He strode right over to me and kissed me deeply. Everyone nearly fell out of their chairs. When he pulled away, I blushed deeply. Natsu looked at both our necks with intense curiosity.

“Did you guys get into a fight?” We both deadpanned. I guess he missed the part where Gajeel strode in here and gave me a panty-dropping kiss. The rest of the guild fell out of their chairs muttering about how dense he was.

~The End~

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raendown · 5 years

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Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 5543 Chapter: 4/5 Rated: T+ Summary: They wake in a forest far from home. Bodies lay dead and broken across the clearing. All they can remember is their names. (Madara falls in love with a single look.)

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Chapter 4

Waking up to Tobirama’s face the next morning didn’t happen precisely the way Madara planned it. He’d fallen asleep envisioning the gradual drift back to awareness and opening his eyes to find that familiar gaze blinking back at him with the same morning squint and messy hair he’d been waking up to for weeks. A moment of clarity to help him decide. Instead he was woken up by the sound of angry grumbling, cracking his lids to see Tobirama already dressed for the day and rustling through the bookshelf on the opposite side of the room. His hair was still sticking up in wild places as it was wont to do – he never combed it until he actually needed to leave the house – but it wasn’t exactly the soft morning light moment that Madara had expected.

“I know it’s in here,” Tobirama was muttering to himself as he dug through a basket of random items shoved between two stacks of textbooks. “Where would I–? Ha! Yes, I knew it!”

He spun with a worn and yellowed notebook in hand only for his triumphant expression to melt away in to guilt when he spotted the eyes watching him with bleary confusion.

“Good morning to you too,” Madara said, buying himself a little more time to think.

“Ah. My apologies. I did not mean to wake you.”

“S’fine.”

Tobirama smiled at him then and swept across the room. Before Madara had a chance to decide how he wanted to react he found soft lips pressing against his brow in a fond and familiar gesture. He waited for the disgust, for the wave of hatred that had accompanied every interaction between the two of them since they first met at the river as young indoctrinated children, but it never came. All he felt was warm. Perhaps a little fidgety.

“Did you sleep well?” Tobirama asked him.

“No. I had a nightmare.” As soon as the words were out he wanted to hit himself. He really hadn’t meant to admit that.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He’d never shaken his head quite so vigorously before and he didn’t even realize the impression it would give until Tobirama kissed his brow again with an achingly understanding look. Clearly the man thought he’d had an actual nightmare, the type even men like them didn’t want to think about, and for a moment he was possessed of the instinctual need to puff himself up and shout that he wasn’t so weak as to be scared by whatever his sleeping imagination could come up with. He clenched his jaw and said nothing. That was an old habit, yelling at Tobirama, always trying to prove himself the better. His new memories were much more genial and if he wanted a little more time to get himself set straight on what he wanted then there could be no hints of anything but what this current Tobirama expected from him.

“Breakfast then?”

“Yeah, that would be good. Unless you’ve already eaten.”

Tobirama shook his head, offering a hand. After what he hoped was a barely perceptible pause Madara took the hand and allowed himself to be pulled up out of bed. Preparing breakfast together was something they had done often enough to be considered normal and it was nice to just let his thoughts fall away, following along with comfortable patterns. Later he could tear himself apart with indecision. Trying to think right now with Tobirama’s genius mind and sharp eyes watching his every move would be a quick way to get himself discovered.

Guilt washed over him but Madara ruthlessly pushed it away to concentrate on the now.

The now could only last for so long, however, and breakfast was over much quicker than he wanted it to be. It felt like one moment they were standing at the stove preparing rice and eggs and then the next moment Tobirama was drawing him in for a slow lingering kiss goodbye before heading off to romp around in the laboratory he had discovered. With his memories Madara could have told the man what sort of madness usually went on in there and how many dangerous things were hiding in innocuous places like jars on the shelves or unlabeled scrolls. But nothing terrible had happened yet and saying anything would have given him away so he kept his mouth shut, watching in silence as that pert little bottom hustled out the door.

Why, he asked himself as he spun back around abruptly, was he staring at Tobirama’s ass? Never in his life had he so much as considered staring at Tobirama’s ass. Well, not before anyway. He had certainly done more than that in the time since the incident. Madara groaned and wobbled in to the living room so he could collapse on the couch. If he considered himself in any way classy he might have described the weakness in him as an attack of the vapors but he wasn’t quite as delicate as that. Almost but not quite. He still felt quite shaken as the personality and opinions he had developed over a lifetime came finally and truly face to face with the fact that, given a chance to meet again with no prejudice, he had actually come to enjoy having Tobirama in his life. They had grown close. They had been undeniably good for each other.

And they had fallen in love as easily as breathing.

Unequipped as he was to deal with this sort of thing, his first thought was that he should leap up and find someone to talk him through this, someone who could help make sense of the madness he’d gotten himself in to. The big problem with that plan was that there simply wasn’t anyone for him to talk to. Izuna was the last person to ask for an opinion on whether he should leave Tobirama or stick it out to see if these new feelings could handle the pressure of all the past between them. He knew even without asking what his brother’s answer to that would be. And he couldn’t go to Hashirama either because the man had a mouth so big the entire village would know he’d remembered everything long before he ran in to Tobirama again – not to mention the familial bond between them sort of biased Hashirama's answer too. That was pretty much the entire list of people Madara trusted with his personal life. He’d never been a man with a very large inner circle.

Letting his body droop over the furniture like he was only accentuated the confusion inside him so Madara sat up and let his head flop over the back of the sofa instead to stare up at the ceiling. There were really only two options here so he wasn’t sure why he was being so indecisive. Normally he was the type to pick a direction on gut feeling alone and then cling to that decision with everything he had. Stubborn as a goat just like Tobirama had said so many times. Being so unsure was new to him and he really didn’t like the way it made him feel, all twisted up in his belly and hot in his chest like he’d swallowed his own Grand Fireball.

In a moment of true weakness he considered going and talking to Mito. Of all people that devil woman could be counted on to give a brutally honest summary of his options and despite her connection to Tobirama she could probably provide an objective opinion as well. He still decided against it. She had always hated him a little too strongly for his general comfort and the thought of giving her so much power over him make every inch of skin on his body itch.

That left him with absolutely no one to vent to, though, and there was simply too much inside of him to keep it all contained. Which half of his heart did he listen to? One side had been taught that Tobirama was the root of all evil and sneered when he passed but the other side looked at him with soft eyes and yearning fingers and the two halves of him were so at ends he felt caught between two crashing waves in a never ending moment of pure indecision. He needed to decide. And if he couldn’t then he needed to do something with all of the frantic energy building inside as the panic started to rise. If anyone walked in the door at that moment it would take only one look at him to know that something was terribly wrong, just the opposite of the image he was trying to convey.

With jitters in his limbs Madara brought his head up and rolled to his feet all in one smooth motion, heading for the door only to turn back around as he reached for the handle when he realized he was not entirely dressed. It took barely a minute to throw on proper clothing, another four or five to wrestle his hair in to a low ponytail instead of brushing it, then he was moving for the door again and doing his best not to tense automatically as he stepped out alone in to Senju territory. Factually he knew that the people here had gotten well used to him in the weeks he’d been living among them but a large part of his brain now looked around and wondered how many of them were still uncomfortable to see him strolling about unescorted as though he belonged. Until the accident he had rarely set foot in this area of the village and only ever when Hashirama dragged him over for dinner.

Deciding where to go was a lot easier than deciding what to do with the rest of his life. Madara's feet were already heading east almost before he consciously acknowledged where he was going, straight for the same place he had always gone to when emotions or life in general threatened to overwhelm him, one of the only places he felt safe letting everything out. Passing the guards at the gate was as easy as pointing vaguely off in the direction he wanted and they waved him on by without further question. He remembered now that they were used to seeing him pop off in to the woods for a bit of venting and wondered if they knew about the memories he wasn’t supposed to have, if they thought it was odd to finally see him popping off again after so long staying away from his favorite stomping grounds.

The closer he got to the clearing the antsier he felt, like his body knew why it was here and grew only more and more eager with every step. By the time he finally stepped past the ring of seals that would contain the worst of his damage he was nearly vibrating and it was nothing short of a relief to haul back and punch the first tree that dared to grow in his path. Hashirama could always grow another tree. Right now he had some feelings to express.

Way too many feelings and all of them conflicting.

Gritting his teeth, Madara watched the wood explode in to thousands of splinters and thought, not enough. The first tree had no time to fall from where it was clouding the air before he spun and decimated another. And another. It wasn’t enough. Lips peeled back in a tight grimace, he clasped both hands together in one large fist, raised them up, then brought them crashing down to split the earth at his feet. Watching the crack stretch out before him was satisfying but it still just wasn’t nearly enough to release everything he was feeling.

A guttural cry filled with emotions he didn’t even want to name escaped as he lifted his arms and brought them back down again, this time without chakra just to feel the sting of the impact. That helped. When he stood he spun and kicked a tree to hear the shatter of wood and the crashing impact as it fell to the earth. Long used to the thrill of battle, his body responded to his actions out of habit, feeding him adrenaline and pumping chakra hot through his veins. Madara pulled on it and flew through a set of hand signs he could have performed in his sleep.

The fire wouldn’t leave his little ring of seals but just watching the flames chew at the leaves, flickering and dancing and destroying everything in their path, that was better. That was enough. He did it again. Over and over Madara went through his entire arsenal of fire jutsu, screaming with every breath just because it felt good. Something about flame had always been so cathartic to him, cleansing, burning away the feelings he didn’t want to leave room for the calm he so desperately needed. With so much inside of him there could be no easy fix this time but it still felt good to rage and kick up a fuss out here where there was no one to see his moment of weakness, no one to judge as he beat the world in to the submission he wanted from his own heart. The irony did not escape him that so many times in the past Tobirama had been the one to disparage him for his lack of control and here he was being such a fine example of everything the man had been talking about as he tried to decipher his feelings for that very same person.

Of course, he couldn’t keep up that much steam forever. No matter his larger than average chakra stores they were not bottomless. Eventually running through so many jutsu one after the other began to take its toll and Madara felt his limbs flagging, his fingers struggling to form the signs as quickly as he wanted them to. He pushed himself further still. It was another hour at least before finally he kicked a burning tree and found he no longer had the strength to crack it down with one blow or even two. Only when he fell still did he finally realize that he was heaving for breath, sucking in great gulps of air, sweat running down his face in thick rivulets to drip from his chin.

Pausing to look around himself was like watching the world come back in to focus as a genjutsu faded away. Without noticing he had somehow managed to stomp his way in to a completely different part of the forest, still within the massive area of safety protected by seals but quite far from where he started. He didn’t even remember moving his feet very much except to kick at the trees. Turning to look behind, Madara sighed. The forest looked much like it had when they first came through and began tearing up trees to clear room for the first rows of houses back during the initial construction of their village. Hashirama was going to lecture him for hours about being nicer to the trees, the great windbag. He had the power to make entire forests appear in minutes yet he cried every time someone stepped on a twig.

Facing forward didn’t comfort him very much either, standing on the edge of the Naka River in one of the spots where it grew shallow enough to wade across with no chakra. It felt like irony that he would find something even out here to remind him of Tobirama.

Without giving his actions much thought Madara stumbled forward and splashed in to the shallow river, crumpling down to sit on his bottom and allow the gentle flow of water to cool his heated skin. At first he felt a little ridiculous but shuffling backwards a little gave him a nice rock to lean up against and drop his head back to stare up at the sky. Hours had gone by. The sun was much farther across the sky than it had been when he arrived, far enough that he should have been thinking about getting home for lunch except whenever he thought of home there were two places that came to mind and that right there was his entire problem. Where was home really?

His vision glazed over as his thoughts began to drift. All the adrenaline that had driven him onward through his little temper tantrum had burned away to leave him feeling almost hollow in the aftermath. This was exactly what he’d needed. With exhaustion in his limbs and his mind just a little hazy with it he allowed his thoughts to simply go where they would, instinct finally taking the reins over all the thoughts of ‘I should this’ or ‘I should that’.

Stupidly, his first thought was to compare the river water to Tobirama himself. Not so much because the man was basically water in human form or even because of the deep connection he had to his own element but rather because of the coolness of it, the gentle soothing feeling as it flowed on by. It quite reminded him of what life had been like for the last few weeks. Tobirama in private was a cool and soothing presence ready at a moment’s notice to calm the fires that Madara stoked with the easiest provocation. A brush of his chakra was much the same sensation as the flow of water against skin, cleansing, comforting. Lying here with the water flowing around him felt like the river were washing away all the confusion and doubt to leave him with nothing but one simple thought.

Eyes widening, breath hitching, Madara continued to stare upwards without truly seeing the sky as everything inside of him fell in to place with a startlingly gentle click. It was like the clouds parting for a ray of light to come through except he wasn’t really looking at the clouds. For all the confusion he’d been wrestling with since he woke in the middle of the night he had failed to realize one simple yet all-important truth. The memories of hatred, the terrible thoughts of all the wrongs he and Tobirama had committed against each other and all the ways they simply couldn’t work, those only came when he looked for them. When he turned his brain off and let instinct take over his first thoughts of Tobirama were yearning and soft – embarrassingly so. The choice of what he wanted had never been a hard one.

He had already made his choice, apparently. All he’d needed to do was accept it and accepting his own emotions had always been his greatest downfall. Denial was more his forte.

A smile turned up the corners of his lips and Madara just barely resisted the urge to splash both arms about him like a joyful child. Even here where he was completely alone there was no need to throw his dignity so completely to the wind in such a manner. He did bring his hands up just to watch the water pouring out between his fingers, back in to the river to flow away downstream with all his doubts.

His skin was a little pruned when he finally hauled himself out, his clothing sopping wet, and he was afraid to check his pockets to see if there was anything in them that he might have just ruined with river water. But he felt lighter than air and at the same time more grounded than he might have ever felt before in his life. His steps were easy and swift as he wound his way back through the carnage he’d made of the forest, not even the thought of Hashirama's reaction to all this enough to sour his mood.

In fact, his steps paused for a moment only to continue with the smile on his face turning ever so slightly evil. Hashirama. That absolute weasel. He had looked the both of them in the eye and blatantly lied without a single thought for how they would feel when that damn jutsu faded. Best friends or not that was a betrayal Madara would not be quick to forget. That was just the sort of blindly hopeful idiocy he would expect from the man but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to take his time planning the sweetest, most painful revenge he could think up. And being possessed of a slightly twisted mind there were all sorts of painful things he could think up to make Hashirama's life a living hell.

And for Izuna as well. Just because they were siblings that didn’t mean he would skimp on revenge when it was necessary. Madara scoffed to think that Izuna had tried to protect himself by telling him to remember he had asked to be left alone. What nonsense. In a state of mind where he only had access to half the necessary information of course he would say something like that. As a good and loving brother Izuna should have given him the other half of the information he needed long before that point. Madara was glad he hadn’t, obviously, but that didn’t change the fact that he should have.

Both of them were due for a world a pain.

Returning home was a much lighter journey than leaving had been and stepping through the same front door he’d run out of earlier brought a feeling of deep relief to have the confidence that he did want to be here. Tobirama’s chakra was still buzzing away where his labs were set up beyond the edge of the compound, no sign that he was heading home yet. It hit Madara just then that he’d never actually stood and watched the man work. He’d heard all sorts of stories from Hashirama of course and made a lot of assumptions based mostly off of rumors but for all that he claimed to know the sort of mad science that went on in there he had never stood and witnessed anything with his own two eyes. Well, nothing beyond the motions of Tobirama pausing in his work to glare at him the few times he had gone to interrupt the man. At some point he really should tag along and see how right or wrong his assumptions had been.

That was for later, though. Right at the moment he was making a mess of Tobirama’s well-scrubbed floors with all the water he was dripping everywhere. Since he was alone here for the moment he felt no shame stripping off so he could deal with the clothing first, tramping back to the front hallway naked with a towel in hand to deal with that mess second. Only once both of those things were taken care of did he hop in to the shower for a quick rinse so he wouldn’t have to spend the rest of his day stinking of the river.

Lunch time was right on top of him after he was dressed again with his hair brushed out properly so he set about whipping something up for both of them in case Tobirama miraculously remembered to eat. And it was a good thing he did. No sooner had he set the table than he felt that familiar cool water sensation flowing towards him, bringing an unconscious smile to his face. He felt almost like a domestic house husband standing by the table with contentment in his chest waiting to serve the meal he had made for them both and, oddly enough, there was no part of him that balked at feeling that way. Even his pride was purring happily to know that he could make such a good partner.

“Someone looks like he’s had a good day so far,” Tobirama murmured after pausing in the doorway. Ignoring the food for a moment, he first came over to pull Madara close and kiss him gently on both cheeks.

“I did. It was very…enlightening.” He smiled to see his partner pull away to give him a suspicious look.

“Been reading strange books again, I take it?”

“I’ll never tell.”

Tobirama eyed him for a moment more before ostensibly deciding that he could live without knowing. They sat down to eat a peaceful lunch together and Madara was happy to keep the conversation away from himself, asking questions about what the other man had gotten up to in the lab. He wondered how complicated the experiments could be if Tobirama didn’t remember most of his own scientific knowledge or if it was all so instinctually ingrained in him that he was able to pick it back up without much thought.

From the sounds of it most of Tobirama’s afternoon today had been filled with reading through some old notebooks that he’d found hidden in a dusty back cupboard, looking through projects that seemed to have been abandoned some time ago. Just listening to the passion in his voice was so magnetic Madara was left wondering how he could have never noticed before. This was the same passion he’d heard a hundred times and more at the council table and yet he’d never realized before how captivating it could be.

It boggled the mind that he could have been so blinded by an ages-old baseless hatred that he couldn’t see something this beautiful right in front of his face. He almost wanted to find a way to go back in time just so he could kick some sense in to himself. Not just for wasting so much time when he could have been as happy as he had been during this entire episode but for being such a piss poor unobservant idiot. How could he stand to call himself one of the paramount shinobi when he couldn’t see past his own prejudice to something this big underneath? It was almost unthinkable how badly he had failed to summarize Tobirama in his own mind.

They cleaned up from the meal together and afterwards Tobirama noted that he was beginning to feel stagnant, not having exercised in any way yet that day. He invited Madara to spar in the backyard, unaware of the man’s current state of half exhaustion, and Madara was rather proud of himself for not letting the panic show on his face. Instead he sidestepped the offer by saying he had already gone through some light exercise himself. Tobirama only shrugged, moving outside to begin stretching in the middle of the backyard.

Since he really had nothing else to do at the moment Madara brewed himself a cup of tea and settled on the engawa to watch. Observation was the sort of skill one should never allow to get rusty and what better subject to practice on than Tobirama bending his body in to all sorts of interesting shapes? Studying the minute shifts of muscle and the perfect control he had of every motion was a very pleasant way to spend the next hour or so, so pleasant in fact that he began to wonder why they hadn’t done this more often.

“Are you sure you don’t wish to join me?” Tobirama asked eventually with a quiet chuckle. “You have that look in your eyes that says you want something.”

“Maybe I just want you,” Madara heard himself purring, covering his surprise with a sip of tea.

Tobirama rolled his eyes but he was smiling. “Yes, thank you, that wasn’t made entirely obvious by the drool on your chin.”

Horrified, Madara swiped at the corners of his mouth to make sure there wasn’t actually any drool. Thankfully the man was just teasing him. After glaring he harrumphed and stood to clear away the dishes he’d brought out with him. If he was only going to be made fun of then sitting out here didn’t sound very fun anymore. Just because he loved the man, loved his irascibility even, that didn’t mean he had to roll over and take such grievous abuse.

Muffled laughter followed him inside.

Until the other was finished getting a bit of energy out Madara entertained himself with poking around the kitchen and mentally planning out dinner for later. He was only just wondering whether he should tackle some of the laundry, maybe clean up some of the evidence of his little dip in the river, when Tobirama finally came inside, pulling off his shirt as he walked to wipe the sweat from his brow.

Just like that Madara was back to staring. In some ways he had always known that Tobirama was physically attractive, that was the sort of thing that was hard not to notice. But the few times that pale skin and red eyes had snuck in to his imagination as he lay pleasuring himself at night he had always cast such thoughts as far away as possible. He’d been barely willing to even consider the man human so strong had been his hatred and it was only now that he’d been forcibly given a second glance that he thought to wonder why.

What made his hatred so strong for this one person? There were hundreds of other Senju and every one of them had Uchiha blood on their hands. Hell, there were still some of them alive who could be implicated in his own siblings’ deaths, though Madara had no proof to make any accusations. For all his faults Tobirama had always been one of the loudest voices calling to end the tradition of child hunting. It should have been a point in his favor.

“I think I’ll do laundry,” the man in question mumbled to himself. “No one else should have to deal with this stench.” He held his shirt out in front of him with a wrinkled nose and ambled off down the hallway to do the laundry Madara had just been thinking of.

Alone again just like that, Madara stumbled over to the living room and slumped down on the couch in a mirror of the position he had worried away his morning in. Waiting for Tobirama to remember was all he could do, leaving it up to fate or luck was all well and good, but how much of a chance did he really have? When the memories came flooding back and Tobirama remembered how horribly he’d been treated over the years – well, Madara certainly wouldn’t blame him if he wasn’t able to see past that.

He sat bolt upright almost before his body had truly settled on the cushions. What was Tobirama going to think about the fact that Madara had remembered everything and yet chosen to stay here like a viper in the nest waiting to strike? In his joy to have finally understood his own heart he realized now that he hadn’t taken the time to consider Tobirama’s or the way his actions might look to the other man. He may not have as much of a chance as he had originally estimated.

Which was already a fairly small chance, if truth be told.

Scrubbing at his face with both hands didn’t help but at least he wasn’t building up more frantic energy that he would need some sort of excuse to run away and expel. Inviting someone to a spar would look incredibly suspicious after he had already claimed to be done with exercising for the day.

By the time Tobirama returned from tossing a load of laundry in the washer and soaking in the warm water Madara had left for him in the tub he found nothing more out of the ordinary than a happy calm looking partner reading a book on the sofa. He was smiling as he selected a book of his own and slid down on the other half of the couch to enjoy a bit of peaceful reading. Madara hoped that his heavy sigh of relief was quiet enough to go unnoticed but just in case he kept the book he was staring at raised to cover his face.

Reading, he had realized, gave him the perfect excuse to sit still and just stare off in the space while his thoughts ran in circles. All he had to do was turn a page every once in a while and Tobirama would never dare disturb him.

What he needed was a plan. If Tobirama’s old memories were going to convince him to leave then what Madara needed to do was give him a reason to stay. He needed to make new memories, happy memories that could demonstrate every reason they should be together. And he needed to get started on that right away; his own memories had already returned, Tobirama’s could come back at any time. That Yamanaka bitch had said their own chakra stores would simply dissolve the foreign chakra inside of them at an unknown rate so the way he figured it his slightly larger stores were probably the only reason he’d recovered first.

It was a race against time now. Lowering his book just enough to peer at the man on the other end of the couch, Madara offered a small prayer that he would have enough. Otherwise the only other plan was to confess everything and hope that for once in his life Tobirama showed mercy.

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ihavetoomanyinterestsplshelp · 4 years

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Basketcase- Part 1

(Idk if basketcase is offense to use... but this is a story I’m working on that’s HEAVILY inspired by real life stuff. It’s kinda dark and sad, but also super hopeful)

So I’m laying next to her, my hands itch to touch her, to stroke the soft skin and silky hair the colour of sun-kissed wheat. Her eyes and closed, and her breathing is deep and relaxed. My hands clench into fists to keep from touching her, but it is a fight within myself. I stare at her sleeping form and my breath is taken from my lungs. How the hell can one person be this beautiful? It’s so unfair I could cry. I am, of course, acutely aware of the fact that my affections are not and will never be returned. But that does not keep my mind from wandering to thoughts, soft and gentle thoughts that quiet the usual turmoil inside me. //”Hi honey, I’m home from work.” She looks exhausted and I limp over to her to place a kiss on her cheek. “How was it?” I ask, brushing her long golden hair from her face and staring lovingly into those pools of deep grey-blue, “Did anything interesting happen?” She smiles at me and kisses me on the lips, “No, not a thing. But work was good.” She holds my hands in hers and all is right with the world. “I love you.” // I am snapped back to reality as she shifts in her sleep and makes a soft sound, her body touches mine and I feel a jolt of electricity course through my veins, my heart races and I feel a flutter in my stomach. Is this what love feels like? I am inclined to say yes, I have never felt like this before. From the moment I saw her my life was never the same, being with her brings colour into my drab, grey world. Gives me a type of warmth I’ve never felt before. If I focus on her, I feel whole… When she wakes up I have to pretend I didn’t spend the whole night watching her, I don’t want her to think I’m a creep or anything. I curl into myself next to her and say, “Good morning.” She replies, “Good morning.” She’s so beautiful when she speaks, it takes my breath away and I could cry I’m so happy to just hear her voice. So then I ask her, “How did you sleep?” And she looks at me, I wonder what she’s thinking, “Good.” She says after a beat. I want to kiss her lips. “Should I go head and turn off the alarm?” I ask, grabbing my phone and logging in. God my password is embarrassing, what am I five? I check my Facebook messages while I wait for her to answer. If I look at her too long my brain turns into soup, and my palms get sweaty, so I focus on the tiny screen and turn off the alarm. I look up and she’s staring at the ceiling, I watch her for a moment, tracing the lines of her face, memorizing every tiny detail I can in the dim light of the early morning. “Sooo,” I say, unsure how to talk suddenly. She smiles at me, and I feel like my heart is being strangled. “So.” She responds. “What do you want for breakfast?” We’re at my house after all, we’re usually at her house, so this is awkward. “I don’t have time for breakfast.” She answers, “I have to drive back to my house, and then drive to work.” “Oh.” I reply, I’m sure the disappointment is evident on my face and in my voice. I tentatively reach out and touch her hair, brushing it from her face. She doesn’t stop me, just leans into my touch. We’re close, incredibly close. We’ve fooled around a few times, nothing major, nothing that would change our relationship, much to my dismay. I want to be more than just best friends. I want to be girlfriends, I want to wake up to her every day. Well I wouldn’t wake up to her, since I don’t really sleep. I’d just spend every night staring at her, but that’s the way I wanna spend my nights. Forever. She could teach me to cook and force me to try more food. I could learn to cook her favorite meals and have them waiting for her when she got home. Or we could cook together every night, side by side. Smiling and giggling. I chase away the thoughts before I can break my own heart. “Can we just lay here for a minute then?” I ask her, it isn’t weird when there’s a long pause between us. She gets that it takes me a long time to reply, there’s so many gears that shift and pause and break in my head. And I don’t mind when she takes a while to answer either, because I love almost everything about her. “Yea sure.” She smiles at me. There’s an error message in my brain, and I think I’m going to blue screen. How does she always know what to say or do that will make me fall in love all the more. We chat about random things for a while, but my thoughts keep drifting back to the previous night. Oh yea, I forget to mention, our other friend was over at my apartment too. Her name is Amber and she’s like, really frigging awesome and a total badass. She’s taking like a million college classes, taking care of her grandmother and is basically the glue that holds her family together. I wanna be her when I grow up to be honest. She’s actually a week younger than me, but she’s my role model. Oh, I also never mentioned my best friend’s name. God, I’m dumb, her name is Taylor. I’m the worst narrator in the world just so you know Anyways, what I’m thinking about is when we played truth or dare and the dare where Taylor had to lick something edible off my neck. It was like, so hot and like, talk about arousal. Taylor is basically everything I’ve ever been attracted to in a person. Fun, motherly, sassy, playful, erotic (She has an OnlyFans). I just can’t see a world in which I wouldn’t have fallen madly in love with her. After a while she gets up, and I know it’s almost time for her to go. And I’m reeling, struggling to find an excuse for her to stay longer. If I feign an injury will she stay? If I say I’m sick will she baby me and kiss my forehead, tuck me in, making me soup. Scratch that, I fucking hate soup. She hugs me before she leaves and gives me a kiss on the forehead. I’m too short to kiss her back. I’m like shorter than most people. Amber and I are almost the same height though, which is nice. It means we actually walk near the same pace. Ok, that’s a lie, she walks faster than me, every walks faster than me. I have a limp, I don’t know why, but my hip always aches and I refuse to go to the doctor about it. Actually if I’m honest most of my body hurts constantly unless I’m asleep. Also my mind is constantly screaming at me, I have very dark thoughts sometimes. Thoughts that I should kill myself and stuff, thoughts that everyone hates me. When I was younger these thoughts would get to be so much that I would hurt myself in ways that caused people to look at me like I was crazy. And like, yeah, I probably am crazy, but… Ok I have nothing to add. I am crazy, most days I cry for hours and have to fight off the urge to just you know, end it all. Oof, that sounds depressing, but don’t worry about me, things will turn out the way they’re meant to. So if I die, then I die I suppose. She’s gone now and I don’t know what to do with myself. Taylor is my sun and I am the sunflower that follows her light. Is that super gay to say? Probably. But I am like, super gay. Like really gay. I like guys, but I LOVE girls. There’s just something about girls that draws me in. I’m a fly drawn to their sweet nectar. I stare up at the ceiling. I think back to the first time we kissed. It was at her house. We were cuddled up together, we we’re touching each other and stuff and then I just kissed her, and it was like kissing for the first time. It was like I had been drowning my entire life and I was suddenly given air for the first time. Ok, if you’re getting sick of hearing me blabber on and on about my best friend, fret not because the whole story wont be about my big unrequited crush. (But she will definitely be a huge main feature) So I’ve been watching Euphoria and I mean, the show is fantastic. Who the hell told Hunter Schafer she could be that fucking fantastic, how is this her first time acting? I’m jealous, I wanted to be an actor when I was a kid. I was good too. But my grandmother wouldn’t allow me to pursue my dreams, I would tell her about all these acting opportunities and she would just shoot me down. Acting was the one thing I was the most passionate about. I would read script after script and act out the characters, and I could have been someone. But then everything fell apart. And I crumbled into a shadow of my former self. I gave up on everything, I stopped living. I simply survived, but I was still a good actor, so at school no one ever suspected anything was wrong. No one would have thought that I was slicing my arms and legs to ribbons, that I was starving myself, that I was slamming my head against the walls at home. That my grandma was verbally abusing me daily… that I was being put down at every turn and growing increasingly desperate to find a reason to live for. At least no one suspected, until I couldn’t pretend anymore... Ok wow, that got dark, but you are the one who picked up a story literally titled Basketcase. What did you expect? Sunshine and roses? I wish that’s what my life had been. Ok, buckle up, this story gets dark, but there’s levity in the darkness.

#unrequited love #mental health issues #mental instability #references to depression #referenced self-harm #Lesbian character of colour #black main character #short story #trans girl character

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kokkoro · 5 years

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i’ll make my way to you

love tends to find its way home, or at least that’s what clarke has learned over the years.

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The first arrow lodges itself deep and Clarke watches it happen. It sinks into Lexa’s left shoulder with enough impact to unsettle the stance of her feet. Lodges just under the strap that keeps her guard in place, through the layers of clothes and buckles and the only sign of pain is the grimace that creases Lexa’s brow.

Clarke feels like it hits her instead.

“Lex--” and it's a breath, incomplete as a body crashes into her side amidst the chaos and sends her sprawling. She catches herself, barely. Half over her knees and her hair in her face, hands scraped raw by the dirt and rocks. It takes her a second to find Lexa again among the growing smoke and the sounds that rise until it's nothing but a low buzz in her ears.

The second arrow finds Lexa’s hip, followed by another in quick succession just below her ribs, and makes itself at home, but Lexa gives it as much thought as the first. Merely a wrinkle of her nose as she bares her teeth, switches her grip, and bashes an incoming enemy with the pommel of her sword.

He crumples to the ground, clutching his face. Another charges, roaring, only there’s a sudden and swift change in direction, the downward slash of her sword. The body follows with a thud and a plume of dust.

What happens next is slow, the catch of eyes as Lexa turns and Clarke knows Lexa’s looking for her. Maybe it’s the asdf in her eyes, urgent and open, before falling to the arrow lodged in her hip. Her sword drops, half embedded in the dirt before the weight of the hilt causes it to topple, the now empty hand gently gripping the shaft as if to pull it out--

“Lexa!”

Green eyes finally settle and for a moment things quiet. The cries and shouts grow soft, this far off white noise that fills her ears like cotton, but Clarke sees it; the softness with which Lexa’s lips form her name. She’s seen it more times than she can count.

The first step Lexa takes towards her wavers. A tenuous balance that in the end doesn’t hold and Clarke finally finds the wherewithal to move the moment Lexa sinks to a knee, heavy. Clarke scrambles upwards, using her hands, dirt wedging under her nails. Her eyes sting from the dirt and smoke, but the tears don’t come until she’s close.

Clarke grabs whatever she can. The strap across Lexa’s chest, the lapel of her jacket, and the weight drags her down, but she manages to lessen the impact, tugging Lexa into her to dampen the force. Lexa’s breath comes in long, drawn inhales, her skin blotched and sweaty, blood coating the hair near her temple. Clarke’s stomach twists and she pushes the clumped strands from Lexa’s face.

“You don’t--” Clarke starts, clenching her teeth, fingers trembling. Lexa’s eyes are listless but they focus on her. Or try to. “You don’t get to do this, Lexa, you don’t--”

An explosion sounds and Clarke ducks, hunching over Lexa’s body as bits of rubble fling past and she doesn’t waste time. When things settle, Clarke hooks her arms underneath Lexa’s and drags. Clarke curses at the weight, all the extra bulk Lexa wears, and she fumbles with the pauldron until it unhitches and falls away.

The next twenty or so feet towards relative safety are long, and she all but collapses, scrambling to drag Lexa behind the makeshift cover of some dilapidated market stall and out of the way. The arrows stick out, buried deep into the outer jacket and the shirt underneath, and Clarke places her palm flat over Lexa’s chest and holds it there.

They don’t stop shaking.

“Clarke,” Lexa says, attempting to clear her throat of the dirt and smoke.

“Shut up,” Clarke growls, but it's weak, half buried by the panic that claims her throat.

She’s been trained for this, been prepared for this, and yet out here nothing really matters. Far off shouts echo off the crumbled buildings, structures tumbling under the pressure of a deteriorating infrastructure, and her mind is dragged ten different ways at once. But she hears it.

Her hand immediately reaches for the knife tucked in her boot, slipping it free with surprising ease, and whirls. She sees red, wrath curling like a fire in the pit of her gut, and she wants to see blood in exchange for what Lexa has lost.

But at the last moment she stops, her mother’s dirt smeared face visible just a few feet away, worried and afraid. Abby pulls her hands back, palms out in evident surrender, and Clarke’s resolve crumbles in an instant.

The knife drops, sinks somewhere in the dirt.

“Mom--” Clarke chokes out, and the tears come unbidden, nose suddenly running, and she turns back to Lexa, pulling her up more securely into her lap. “Mom... please.”

Abby moves closer. “Clarke--”

“You have to--”

“Clarke.”

Her hands hurt and her eyes sting, throat dry from the dirt, and all she can smell is the ash and smoke of Polis burning, but in the following seconds, Clarke breathes.

Everything goes back to normal faster than Clarke thinks should be possible. Like a wound, she’s grown accustomed to the scab. The slow heal and the itch that makes the aftermath far worse than it is. But that time is essential and its absence Clarke feels somewhere in the pit of her gut. It doesn’t feel right, this peace, and it’s like she’s left waiting for the dam to break, for the other shoe to fall, because what’s life without a little bit more misery.

But it doesn’t. Life goes on as it is wont to do. People get back up, dust themselves off and move on, and to be honest it kind of makes her want to scream. Just a little bit. At the very least maybe just at Lexa, who sits reclined on her throne as if a mere twenty hours ago she wasn’t riddled with arrows on her mother’s medical table.

There’s this permanent grimace to her face hidden behind a carefully composed and yet subtle scowl. A pinch to her brows Clarke would find utterly endearing had it not been for the circumstances in which it arrived. Gone is the heavy leather, the buckles and straps. The pauldron and sash are left draped over the back of the throne. All Lexa wears is this thin slip of a white shirt, long sleeves and loose neckline, and fitted riding trousers and boots. Bandages, dirty and starting to seep red, stand out under the sheerness of her clothes.

Lexa doesn’t see it as a weakness. The bruises and the still healing wounds are a testament to her victory, but if it were up to Clarke, Lexa would still be in bed, healing as she should.

“You’re glaring,” Lexa states, and it’s so out of the blue it momentarily draws Clarke from her temporary glowering. The room has cleared, but it won’t last long. Lexa shifts on her throne, propping her elbow along the bone of the armrest, hand lax.

Clarke snorts. “Am I?”

“Yes.”

Clarke rolls her eyes.

“I’m fine, Clarke.”

“You’re not,” Clarke replies, avoiding eye contact, and she knows how childish that must seem.

Clarke hears a sigh followed by a soft grunt of pain as Lexa stands from her throne and then closes the distance. Lexa steps into her space, close, and Clarke inhales.

“Go see to the seconds, Clarke,” Lexa says, fingers gentle as she brushes the hair from Clarke’s face and Clarke lets the breath escape from her lungs.

“You’re trying to get rid of me.”

Lexa’s lips quirk, this small little curl, and it takes everything Clarke has not to kiss it. Not here and certainly not now. “Am I?”

“I swear to god, Lexa, if you don’t treat this properly--”

“I will.”

Clarke clicks her mouth shut, jaw clenched, and for a second she catches the exhaustion as it finds its way into the line of Lexa’s neck, her posture breaking. The shirt slips low with the motion, exposing the bandages wrapped around her shoulder and the swath of bruised skin near her neck and it’s hard not to stare. Clarke doesn’t think before angling her head upward, brushing the tip of her nose against Lexa’s, her hands finding the flair of Lexa’s waist.

Lexa’s lips part subtly, but she doesn’t move. Her breathing steadies, and Clarke’s hands splay over the soft fabric and the flair of Lexa’s ribs. Her thumb counts them one by one--to make sure of the things she isn’t.

The door creaks and Clarke pulls back, her hand lingering until the last possible moment when the guardsman appears just beyond the threshold. Lexa straightens.

“Heda,” he starts, folding into a bow. “The southern delegation is ready for you.”

“Send them in,” Lexa says, face suddenly impassive, and with resolute tap of his spear against the stone floor, the guardsman exits.

There’s a moment of silence, and a hand finds the small of Clarke’s back, nudges her towards the doors.

“I will find you.” Lexa words come out soft, a whisper as the noise beyond the door grows by the second, and Clarke trusts the sincerity in them. She nods in reluctant understanding, watching as Lexa gives a subtle inclination of her head before pulling away completely, retracing her steps back to her throne.

The southern leaders file in, and among them Clarke slips quietly out into the hall.

“We’ve been through this, honey, she’ll be fine,” Abby says, sterilizing and inspecting the medical equipment before filing them away into their proper compartments. “So long as she doesn’t aggravate her wounds and keeps them clean, she’ll be back in shape before you know it.” Abby casts her a glance. “Might as well make the most of the time while you have it.”

Clarke’s cheeks heat at the vague and yet blatant accusation and she swivels on the stool, peering out past the open curtain to glimpse the main area of the medical pavilion. Chaos, however controlled, is a certain kind of frenzy as healers rush to and fro between patients, all with a varying array of injuries. With the worse already gone, however, all that remains are the cuts and scrapes and broken bones. All easily fixable.

“And how are you? Really?”

Clarke starts, turning back to find her mother watching knowingly. Abby drags a towel over her hands, maneuvering around the exam table and resting against it. Clarke doesn’t know how to answer. She lifts her hands from her lap, studies the slight tremor through them, and it's not nearly as bad as it has been but at this point it never goes away.

She shrugs, clenching her hands into fists.

Abby smiles sympathetically, putting aside the towel. She makes her way carefully over, crouching in front of Clarke, a calm and gentle hand on her knee. “It’s a lot. Isn’t it?”

Clarke doesn’t say anything, not trusting her voice, and it’s the thought that one time, when they need it most, whatever they have won’t be enough.

“That’s just how life is down here, Clarke. It’s hard, it’s...dangerous. But we survive,” Abby says, and Clarke bites back a scoff. As if she hadn’t been privy to the ground’s particular brand of cruelness the moment she landed.

“By now shouldn’t we have better?” Clarke whispers.

She remembers it. That unnerving coolness of autumn and the sudden onset of war, but also the warmth of Lexa’s lips and the safety and hope she found there. It seems so long ago and yet sometimes it feels like nothing has changed. Peace has never been so fragile.

“Oh, Clarke.”

Clarke shakes her head, willing away the sudden rush of helplessness that settles in her stomach.

“Honey, you’re doing such a good job,” Abby says, scooting closer, placing a comforting hand on Clarke’s knee. “But progress is, and will always be, slow.” She pauses, cracks a smile. ”Definitely slower than we would like.”

Abby waits, watching but silent, and then stands and meanders again, cleaning up the last of the materials left out over the table and the makeshift counters.

“Do you love her?”

The question startles her and Clarke’s head snaps up. Things take a while to focus, and it’s like every thought turns to sludge and stretches. She had always struggled with that word, ever since the beginning, and it never got any easier. “Mom--”

“I’ve seen the way she looks at you.” Abby trails off, lets the statement sink in. “The way you look at her.”

“It wasn’t...”

“And now it is?” Abby finishes tentatively.

Clarke gives another small shake of her head. “No, that’s not…”

Clarke stops. There never was a ‘wasn’t’. No pinpoint moment. Merely a realization after the fall of Nia and the years that followed that even in spite of everything she had never stopped. Loving Lexa, that is. A part of her is glad, but the other, well, it understands life is precious and easy to take.

It’s not the right time. It may never be the right time.

“Do we deserve it?” Clarke forces the words out, purposefully vague and still afraid. She curls her fingers together until her knuckles go white from the strain and Clarke has to force herself to relax, watching the color rush back into her skin.

“Deserve what, honey?” Abby says, full of tender exasperation. “Love?”

Clarke hesitates--nods.

“Of course you do.”

The sun begins to set before Clarke manages to leave, but she can see the last bit of orange and red rays as they filter through the atrium. It's the first bits of quiet the medical pavilion has seen since before the attack and with it comes those first few deep breaths Clarke welcomes like a drug. She feels the air rest somewhere in the pit of lungs, a comfortable weight.

The heat stays, however, hung low over the earth and the dust that kicks up from the lack of rain. It doesn’t feel far off though. The humidity gathers in the crook of her elbow, the back of her neck, lies like a thin sheet over her skin. It’s easy to ignore.

A dull knock catches her attention and she glances back. She’s not all that surprised to find Lexa just by the entrance.

“I’m sorry.” Lexa stops, bumps her hand against her thigh in an uncharacteristic show of restlessness and Clarke turns away. “Have you eaten?”

“Have you?” Clarke shoots back, accusing, the last remnants of her anger. But it simmers, then cools, and Clarke peers back over her shoulder.

“Briefly,” Lexa says before falling quiet, holding her stare. She stands regal, proud even in her exhaustion, waiting patiently, and Clarke is defenseless against it. It’s the look of her, the entirety of her, and right now there’s nothing Clarke wants more than to test reality with her own two hands.

“Did you figure anything out?”

“Azgeda defectors,” Lexa says. “Allies of the old north following in Nia’s footsteps. They were apparently biding time over the last few years with a rebel group in the east.”

“How are you?”

Lexa blinks, and it’s like the words need time to sink in. “It’s nothing,” and she says it so surely that Clarke thinks Lexa truly believes it.

“Can I see?”

Lexa hesitates, but after a moment pulls herself from the threshold, pushing aside the bit of curtain. She positions herself in front of Clarke and Clarke reaches out without thinking, taking the hem of Lexa’s shirt. It’s a simple thing to remove it, a precursory tug and Lexa raises her arms. The garment slips off in one motion and all that’s left is strips of cloth and tan skin.

Clarke tests the tenderness, fingers careful along Lexa’s hip and the composite bandages plastered around her abdomen. There’s blood in splotches, dark and dried, but the worst is situated near her shoulder where the wound continues to weep. Continuous stress and movement is undoubtedly the cause and Clarke shoots a glare that goes unacknowledged. Clarke makes sure she’s gentle.

Lexa’s skin is warm. It always has been and hopefully always will be.

“Sit please.”

Lexa does as she’s told. She takes a seat on one of the stools, the farthest one from the examination table, and Clarke sighs as she steals her mother’s chair, the one with the wheels, and rolls herself closer.

The cloth whispers as Clarke unwraps it, careful. That almost hush as the bandages slide against her fingers and then to the floor. Underneath the skin is red and angry, the stitches strained, and Clarke reaches for the closest bottle of antiseptic alcohol and a clean rag and gets to work.

“You’re an idiot, Lexa,” Clarke mutters, but there’s no reaction besides the stiffening of Lexa’s posture.

Despite her refusal for proper rest, Lexa is more than an adequate patient. She keeps her gaze forward and slightly to the right, over Clarke’s shoulder, and at a glance she looks bored. Disinterested. Clarke knows Lexa is no stranger to pain, but it’s the extent of her tolerance that always takes Clarke aback. Lexa feels. Perhaps more than most.

“What if I hadn’t seen you,” Clarke starts, and it feels like the tipping point. Her hand stills and Lexa turns to watch her and Clarke’s mind keeps going and doesn’t stop. “What if you had--”

“I will always find my way here,” Lexa says softly. “To you.”

Clarke swallows, her eyes watering. She drops her hand, curling inward until her head hits Lexa’s right shoulder, clenching the rag in her fist. Lexa smells like the earth and bits of sun, and Clarke tucks into the curve of her embrace.

The heat breaks sometime during the night. It starts with a drizzle against the doors to the balcony, but it’s not long before the droplets turn thick and heavy, pattering relentless against the glass. The room is dark and empty around her besides the few flickering candles placed on the side table near the couch. Thunder rumbles somewhere far off, a warning, and Clarke glances over at the shape of Lexa lain in bed.

Call it self inflicted punishment, maybe, or perhaps her lingering stubbornness, but she’s fooling no one. She pulls herself from the couch, putting aside her sketchbook and pencils, and snuffs the candles. The sounds are masked by the constant fall of rain and it makes sneaking easy as her feet carry her to the bed.

The mattress dips as Clarke crawls over and Lexa stirs awake almost instantly, turning towards the disturbance. She stands out among the pale sheets twisted around her legs, all tan skin and dark hair.

“Go back to sleep,” Clarke shushes before Lexa has a chance to speak.

“It’s too late for that,” Lexa murmurs. She blinks a couple times and there’s that telltale sign of discomfort laced between her brows as she shifts, pushes herself up.

“And I’m already regretting it,” Clarke teases.

“Are you just coming to bed?”

“I had some things on my mind.”

“Do you want to--”

Clarke shakes her head. “No.”

The wind changes direction, followed by a low rumble of thunder, and then a gentle flicker of lightning. Lexa props herself against the headboard and once she’s comfortable, she reaches out for Clarke’s hand, coaxing it from the bedsheets and into her own. She tugs lightly, pulling Clarke atop her.

“Lexa,” Clarke chides but complies, and Lexa exhales a short chuckle.

“Clarke,” and it sounds like a sigh.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“I will be fine,” Lexa says with this small self-assured smile, her hands on Clarke’s waist, fingers toying with the hemline of Clarke’s shirt. “And if I'm not, I'm sure you will tell me.”

Clarke rolls her eyes and sits back, legs straddling Lexa’s lap. Her hands seek out soft skin, the gentleness buried under years of war and she watches as Lexa relaxes under the touch.

“I love you,” Clarke says, whispered as if the walls have ears. She feels the declaration take root in the pit of her gut, and for a moment she feels sick. Scared at what it could mean in the long run with the odds stacked against them, but she watches Lexa’s eyes go wide, feels the grip on her waist tighten.

Lexa pushes herself up from her recline, and there’s a subtle wince Clarke catches, but she doesn’t say anything of it. Merely exhales at the contact of skin as Lexa presses her front flush against her, urgent. Lexa takes her lips in a kiss that, for a moment, leaves Clarke’s mind pleasantly blank and Clarke sinks into the safety she’s come to associate with warm skin and green eyes and wild hair.

“Say it again.” The edges of Lexa’s voice cracks, and Clarke’s throat tightens at the sound. “Please.”

“Lexa.”

“Please.”

"I love you."

Lexa tilts her head, stealing a kiss that lingers just long enough to be missed before pulling back and making quick work of the shirt hung loosely over Clarke’s frame. Clarke is quick to close the distance again.

“I love you,” Clarke murmurs against Lexa’s lips, falling easily back into the rhythm Lexa’s sets and this soft desperate whine escapes Lexa’s throat.

Her right arm wraps securely around Clarke’s waist while the other tosses aside the sheets still clumped around her legs. She flips them, presses Clarke back into the mattress and Clarke revels in the solid weight above her, the lips that find her neck and the underside of her jaw.

It’s the soft whispered things between kisses that make Clarke’s skin prickle, unable to hear clearly because of the hushed and reverent tone in which Lexa speaks, muffled against her skin.

I love you.

#clexa #clarke griffin #lexa #in which clarke gets all the support and praise she deserves #posted in the dead of night bc like idk about this #but i want it done

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faunusrights · 6 years

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTER LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 5

oh dear

Though she’d had time to slip back into her shoes and soothe away the immediate pain of Emerald’s silence, the journey here had left her no less raw, a persistent frown curling her lips.

i said this last time but i’m still really enjoying the cinder narration we’re getting in the remaster... i also know it’s what really will be the final nail in my coffin, but c’est la vie.

of course it means we get 2 see this sadder cinder and i! dont like it AAAAAAAA!! i preferred it when we had no idea what her motives were so then Me Caring About This Round Child could be delayed but now we’re in full force i-love-cinder territory!!!!!!!!!!!!! BLEASE....

i literally googled maikoa’s name JUST IN CASE SOME BUGGERY WAS GOING ON but i think we’re safe. no hidden double meanings. no secrets....

Her lips pinched together, watching a Faunus with broken antlers lower his head to avoid Maikoa’s gaze, others with similar signs of abuse doing the same. It was a familiar move, one she recognized intimately.

i BEG to be free of this depression!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD. GOD I DO NOT LIKE THIS PART!!!!!! and what do u mean recognised intimately hello??????

Golden eyes scanned the streets, the Faunus all turning their heads away as her gaze fell over them. Most were older than Maikoa. Others were children, their horns and fangs still growing in.

im sad now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SAD,

Pristine steps rose to a porch lined with pots of Angel’s Trumpets, and Cinder’s smile thinned. It almost looked cozy.

NEVER FUCKING MIND WHAT I SAID ABT HIS NAME I WAS WRONG,

“Do you often question your superiors?” Cinder asked.

[...]

But even without the slow shake of his head, Cinder already knew the answer to her own question. There were too few scars to be seen on Maikoa to indicate he had ever refused an order from the White Fang.

theres like.... HISTORY HERE...... and im SO UNBEARABLY CURIOUS as to what it IS. like. im tryna figure out. if her superiority over him stems from her dealing w. the fang, or if. shes actually been. a LOT closer than we know. cinder’s history is SO muddied and even though i know we’ll discover some of it im endlessly curious because I Know Some Other Shit that makes me WONDER.................... is there more to this....

Cinder blinked down at the key, not missing the way her title was tacked on as an afterthought. That same heat from before pooled in her cavernous ribcage. Violence collected at her twitching fingers, old scars across her body flaring with phantom pain.

That old itch again, like every wound rubbed raw.

THERE’S SOMETHING MORE HERE AND I JUST HAVE TO KNOW WHAT PLEASE I WANT TO K N O W

like the interactions w/ cinder and the fang are so specific and im like. i just. whats going on. WHATS HAPPENING. HEWWO????????? am i misreading it.... maybe..... but also...... hm,

“Tell me, Maikoa, do you think Sienna Khan would care if I killed you right now?”

i never said i would write cinder/sienna fic but hey if you put a gun to my head i certainly wouldn’t say NO.....

Around them, the Faunus that had been sheltering close to doorways and alleys had begun to take notice of what was happening. They stood watching openly, their ears all pricked and swiveled towards the scene.

you know what im gonna say it. cinder is just. GOD. she thinks of herself as powered by that sorta burning spite??? that she works for HER MACHINATIONS and boots ppl up the ass if she feels like it but. i just. shes like ‘im not gonna care!!! gonna do my thing and not give a shit’ but she gives so many shits. every day, new shit, and she’s giving it out like she’s at a soup kitchen. of shit. and i LOVE IT GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cinder ‘i have never cared’ fall is actually cinder ‘i have ALWAYS cared ALWAYS’ fall and i BELIEVE IN THIS because u kno. u kno that rly. a lil piece of her aint gonna give her the satisfaction of being a stone cold bitch!!!!!!!!

Cinder had made arrangements with the White Fang’s leader herself, and Sienna Khan wasn’t known for a bleeding heart.

NEVER SAID I’D WRITE IT BUT I NEVER SAID I WOULDN’T WRITE THE CINDER/SIENNA FIC,

On the edges of her peripherals, Cinder saw the people stepping closer, their attention rapturous. It occurred to her that they probably viewed her as a savior, someone to break the shackles of their enslavement to the White Fang. Someone altruistic. Someone not motivated entirely by spite.

They didn’t know her.

The White Fang would send another overseer—they always did—and by that time, the white-hot resentment licking at the inside of her ribcage would have exhausted, her own plans taking her far away. There would be another overseer, the inhabitants would resume their harried lives, and Cinder wouldn’t spare this town a second thought.

Besides, a nagging part of her insisted, this town would probably not survive the coming days.

but theyre ON HER MIND.... IS..... THE THING..... like out of all we’ve seen of her narration so farm she DOES think abt it she IS aware of it and she DOES recognise it and all of this is just her. trying to say to herself ‘you dont care this isnt yr business’ but i just. MMMMMM ITS A LIE. SHES LYIN. and because of [SPOILERS WO~AH] im like. bitch. bitch,

okay moving on from vague cinder feels but i AM right i WONT BE SWAYED,

FROM THE CINDER, TO THE GLYNDA...

She didn’t stop, continuing on with scarcely a moment’s respite, her body drawn by the increasing tug of Cinder’s location.

👈😎👈

And she found, though she’d only hunted Grimm in the past, the trail Cinder left was similar enough, black smoke hanging in the air like a veil.

👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈😎👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈

okay honestly if i keep grabbing bits the rest of this will become a huge emojifest but there’s. there’s a lot of Hints being dropped. just So Many. LIKE JUST A LOT LIKE.

im rly loving the deserts clashes tho we get some Peak Cinder and Peak Hunter Glynda too its all very 👌👌👌💦

In her soft Beacon years, she had forgotten how a hunt made unnecessary things wilt and die to make room for stronger senses, and even forgotten how to use those stronger senses. Now, it was as if she had never lost them. Her blood didn’t just sing to her now; it roared like the engine of a great machine, and the prickle in her flesh at Cinder’s presence was like needles.

a few things abt this passage:

ONE. i rly like that shift to ‘soft beacon years’, because i think that rly draws a line in the sand (hoho) from glynda ‘i gotta protect beacon its my home i belong here’ goodwitch to the current glynda ‘cinder is my goal beacon is behind me right here right now she is my one focus’ goodwitch. this hyperfocus is, firstly, a mood, and also just a rly good character tidbit we stan this autistic bitch,

TWO: 👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈😎👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈 fuck off!!!!!!!! FUCK OFF GOD THAT BIT IS BRAZEN

She had been young then, yet to learn or respect the emotions people expected from her.

WE STAN ONE AUTISTIC BITCH!!!!

For the first time since she’d fully committed herself to the hunt, Glynda felt the prick of displacement. A small, distant part of her wanted to go home.

i cant wait to publish the bingo card i made JUST for offal hunt because rn that shit would be pretty chockablock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A few minutes later, her Scroll buzzed again. Ozpin passed her the details for a secure communication channel to an Atlesian address, belonging to one Special Operative Winter Schnee.

YES HERE SHE COMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE APPROACHES,

okay so THAT’S CHAPTER 5 DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

honestly this one really WAS OUT TO HURT ME and i Hated Every Second but i still am out here knowin Cinder Lies To Herself Most Of All and also Glynda Is One Big Old Dumbass,

thank god winter will maybe salvage this probably maybe not

#offal hunt #rwby #liveblog #GOD #when will kc and diesel. die. is the thing.

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Of all the more difficult it will strengthen the bond that enhances your relationship with your vet.This is especially effective for training dogs.Before finding stimulation for your normal wash cycle.Many people think that spraying has something to keep an eye on the floor surrounding your box.Rough play, scratching, biting and scratching is elevated and may probably end up making your cat because kittens are easier to cleanse.

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Feel Away Cat Spray Blindsiding Tips

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anaslaarfaoui · 5 years

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How to Start a Travel Journal: A Beginner’s Guide

If you’ve been wondering the way to start a travel journal, you’re within the right place! I really like travel journals and am slowly working up to a solid collection of them from my various travels throughout my life. From wandering in Europe to road trips within the US, you'll start a travel journal for nearly any trip you're takin .

It’s a worthwhile thing to try to, because the further you escape from a visit the more the memories fade. I really like having my journals to travel back to because it helps jog my memory on detals I'd have forgotten or how an area made me feel. Plus, I’m one among those folks that love travel photos – whether they’re my very own or someone else’s. I prefer seeing distant places through the lens.

There is a spread of the way to urge started travel journaling, and it'd seem a touch daunting initially but don’t let this scare you off! you only need to find the version of travel journaling that’s right for you. So here’s an overview of a few different versions, but remember, as always, your journal is your own and therefore the great thing about journaling is that it is often whatever you would like it to be! I’m just here to assist spark some ideas for you.

Transparency Note: This post contains affiliate links. meaning if you select to get through my links I will be able to make alittle commission through no extra charge to you. you'll read more on the privacy policy and disclosure. How to Start a Travel Journal: sorts of Journaling

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Just the Facts Travel Journaling How to Make a Junk Journal

This is the simplest thanks to starting a travel journal. It involves nothing but a notebook, a pen and jotting down the items you saw, the foods you ate, and where you stayed. you'll create a daily log that just highlights where you’ve been. you'll use a separate notebook for this otherwise you can incorporate it into another sort of journaling or planning you are doing . an excellent thanks to doing that is to include it into your bullet journal!

Storytelling Travel Journaling

This is taking your just the facts to subsequent level. you'll transcend the facts to explore the sites, describe the smells and tastes of the food you had, the texture of the cobblestones under your feet, or even something less romantic – like how your flight had rough turbulence than the airline lost your luggage and you had to improvise for 2 days until it finally received your hotel (who hasn’t been there at some point, right?). this is often where you're taking your facts and make them a touch more vivid together with your imagination.

Envelope Travel Journaling

This version of travel journaling uses some combination of 1 of the above alongside saving many odds and ends that you simply collect on your trip. Your receipts, ticket stubs, post cards, the napkin from the cafe where you had your first real cappuccino in Italy, the brochure from the museum you visited, and so on. You’ll want to form sure the journal you've got has many pockets and envelopes and other places to stuff those things so you'll bring them back with you. they're a low-key thanks to illustrating your trip.

Scrapbook Style Travel Journaling

This version is that the slightly more complicated version of the previous way of starting a travel journal. It involves taking a number of those odds and ends, some photos that you’ve taken along the way (do you recognize they create awesome dense printers these days?) and gluing them down in your journal with washi tape or another quite adhesive. you'll get super creative with this, adding doodles and drawings and other elements thereto otherwise you can just keep it simple. Writing is up to you – but I highly recommend a minimum of jotting down the places and times you were at once you collected things. Down the road these are going to be helpful reminders!

Sketchbook Travel Journaling

Do you like to sketch and doodle? does one see an area and your fingers start itching for a pad of paper and an honest pencil? Maybe you only find the thought of sitting during a plaza in Europe sketching the outline of a 15th-century building inspiring. If so, this could be the proper thanks to starting a travel journal for you then. All you actually need may be a sketchbook and a pencil, but this is often also an excellent thanks to incorporate details into the other sort of travel journal you create. albeit you’ve never tried sketching before, you ought to provide it a go. you would possibly be surprised with what you come up with, and if nothing else it gives you the chance to seek out a pleasant cafe table or bench to line up and other people watch from!

Just remember, you ought to do the type of travel journaling that appeals to you. Don’t compare yourself to other journalers out there and don’t think that because your travel journal isn’t perfect that it isn’t worth doing. finding out other travel journals is a chance for you to possess inspiration, not dictate how you've got to try to your own journal. Besides, it’s the imperfections that make your travel journal great! Supplies to start out a Travel Journal

The quite travel journaling that appeals to you above will assist you to start to make a decision about what kind of supplies you would possibly need. you'll only need a notebook or a pen, otherwise, you might want to make alittle pouch of things to require along side you. Just remember to stay your supplies as minimal as you'll . You don’t want to possess to hold around a bunch of additional belongings you won't even use. And while sketching during a plaza might sound romantic, it won’t if you've got to bring a whole office worth’s of supplies alongside you.

The things I’d highly recommend bringing with you are:

A journal – whether you would like to form your own journal otherwise you want to only pick one up. you'll go the straightforward route and just get a blank notebook or bullet journal, otherwise, you can find a version that has prompts able to choose you. Pens or pencil – I prefer taking something erasable, so I’d recommend a mechanical pencil or an erasable pen. I really like these frixion pens! Washi – Whether you would like to embellish a page or simply need a practical thanks to getting your stub to remain stuck to the page, washi can serve of these purposes. and therefore the better part is that if you modify your mind later, you'll easily remove it and move things around.

Beyond those, it’s really up to you. what is going to cause you to feel motivated to journal?

How to Fit Travel Journaling Into Your Trip

You might be really excited about the thought of a travel journal, but there’s only one problem. you've got big plans for your trip – whether its spending time relaxing on the beach or packing in the maximum amount of sightseeing as Paris offers . When the heck are you alleged to take time to travel journal?

There’s no right answer, but I do have a couple of suggestions.

Take your travel journal with you in your day bag or purse. You never know once you may need to attend during a long line, otherwise, you may need some overtime at a restaurant to jot a couple of words. Or if you’re sketching, you never know once you might feel inspired. There are numerous times I’ve ended up during a park or with time to spare while expecting my food to return at a restaurant that I could have wont to jot a couple of words.

Journal at the top of the day. Whether it’s after you revisit to your room in the dark or right before you attend sleep, there’s usually some overtime at the top of the day where you'll squeeze in some travel journaling. And better of all, the memories are all fresh in your mind. this is often my second favorite thanks to getting some travel journaling in when I’m on the road.

After the Trip…What to try to together with your Travel Journal

I like to bring it home and add additional pages I'd not have considered while I used to be on the road. It’s also an excellent time to write down a kind of “wrap up” entry, to summarize the trip. you'll also sneak in some extra photos or finish any pages you didn’t get an opportunity to.

If you've got a big amount of leftover blank pages, you'll reuse the journal over and once again on future trips until you fill it out. otherwise you can prefer to just keep one journal per trip. It’s up to you.

After the trip find an area to store your travel journal in order that you'll preserve it (and find it when you’re able to head out on your next adventure). you'll keep it on a shelf or during a drawer, but to stay it safe future it’s best to stay it somewhere where the temperature and humidity are moderated (aka not a basement or an attic).

What About Previous Trips?

Also, if you've got a visit that you’ve already been on and need you'd have kept a travel journal – you'll go back! I’ve started doing this myself with trips that I’ve taken and didn’t keep a journal on. I still have dozens (okay hundreds) of images that are just sitting on a drive somewhere and much of memories. once I have some free time and feel inspired, I'm going back and increase the journal. Better late than never, and therefore the sooner you get those memories down the higher .

Plus, getting those photos off a drive and into an area where I can page through them makes them such a lot more meaningful.

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