#i'm just gonna tag anyone i have muse for at the moment--

[powderblueblood]

200 CIGARETTES SENTENCE PROMPTS! sentence prompts from the greatest new years movie of all time, iykyk

who i write for - anyone in the tags

"I've dated enough narcissistically neurotic men to know that you are all just a pack of roving babies in search of a giant teat from which to suck the lifeblood out of me until I am a hollow shell."

"Did you know that cigarettes are a shield against meaningful interaction with people?"

"Throwing a party it's like... it's like an invitation for abuse. It's like the last desperate act of someone who hasn't had a lasting relationship since Junior High."

"So, how do you like your eggs done in the morning, scrambled or fertilized?"

"Those clothes and my clothes would look good on my floor."

"Look, what happened between us last night is like this ongoing problem with me. It happens all the time: I meet someone, we go home together, but then the next day it's.."

" A woman falls in love with you and you think that's a curse?"

"What are you saying, that every woman you go home with falls in love with you or something?"

" I mean, there are some people who wait their entire lives for somebody to tell them they feel that way about them, and you, you just throw it away like it's nothing, like it's a minor inconvenience!"

"You need to find somebody that likes you the way you are."

"And who would possibly like me the way I am?"

"Look, just tell me one thing. I'm not a vain person. Was the sex any good at all?"

" Look, I'm just gonna go home and kill myself. You want to share a cab?"

"You think I'm a slut!"

"I don't think you're attracted to half the men you sleep with."

"I dare you. [name], I dare you to fuck me."

"I don't want to look desperate."

"Desperate? You could stand there naked with a mattress strapped to your back and still look like a vestal virgin."

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

ANOTHER CHAPTER ALREADY?!

I mean

I dunno what happened

It kinda wrote itself, I had no real hand in this

Please consult with my muses on the subject, I didn't know they were this cracked out tonight

Anyway awaaaay we gggoooooooooo

Flight Risk

Young!Mihawk x AFAB!Marine!Reader

Ch. 7 of something there's gonna be at least two more chapters

First Chapter link Previous Chapter link

Brief summary of The Story So Far: Your mission, as a Marine and Zoan type devil fruit user (gray parrot), is to gather intel on Dracule Mihawk, a pirate on the Grand Line who has become a thorn in the Marines' side over a relatively short period of time. He's discovered your secret, and your life hangs in the balance of his mercy.

Possible !!Trigger Warnings!! in this chapter!! Largely for imprisonment and psychological turmoil, though not necessarily psychological torture yet. I will say, for readers who are used to my writing characters with a relatively gentle depiction, I likely won't be taking quite as gentle of an approach here. There is some Yandere possessiveness prevalent here that I haven't written much before.

Tags: Enemies to lovers, eventually NSFW, idk maybe more later

Word Count: 3,095

Taglist: @i-am-vita @browneyedhufflepuff @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @littleleelee @nerium-lil @schanwow @dragon-bubs @animefreak818

I'm happy to add anyone that asks. Still flabbergasted that the list is this long.

I forgot to do a music thing last time bc I was so sleepy but I'mma do one this time but IT'S NOT FRATELLIS?? WHO IS EVEN RUNNING THIS BLOG?? SHOULD YOU CALL THE AUTHORITIES??

♫♬The Game- Disturbed♬♫

Tell me, exactly what am I supposed to do, now that I've allowed you to beat me?

Do you think that we could play another game? Maybe I could win this time

Dead, you were dead, he was going to kill you, and all he would have to do to get the job done would be to leave your right there in the shallows and let the tide slowly wash in until you were submerged, drained of strength and helpless.

To tighten his powerful grip around your neck until you ceased gasping for air.

To pull the golden cross from around his neck and plunge the small knife hidden within it into your torso, drag the sharp blade across your neck, watch the light leave your eyes.

So many ways he could kill you, in this very moment.

And yet his hand moved up your neck slowly, his grip unwavering as his fingers wrapped around your jaw instead. He tilted his head the slightest bit as he turned your head to one side, taking in your features with an air of both amusement and vague interest.

“And you were doing so well,” he said lightly, letting out a small sigh as he shook his head. You flinched as the rough pad of his thumb brushed across your cheek. “If you could have just refrained from making that silly little call to your boss last night—aw,” he added, an edge of mockery in his quiet words. “Did you think I was sound asleep the whole time? Poor thing.”

It hadn’t appeared as if he had done more than shift from his back to his side in the time you were gone last night—there had been absolutely no sign that he had gotten out of bed, not a single sound outside the cracked door of the study.

You should have known better.

“Though I must say, I do appreciate the vote of confidence.” Mihawk stood in a swift motion, tightening his grip around your jaw to pull you up with him, drawing a sharp gasp of alarm from you as your feet lifted a few inches from the ground. Still drenched in seawater, you didn’t even have the strength to lift your arms, held up only by his grasp, limp as a ragdoll. “‘No weaknesses.’ I’m almost flattered.”

You swallowed as he brought you closer, lifting his eyebrows a bit, the corner of his mouth curving the smallest bit into an almost imperceptible smirk.

“Provided it wasn’t a lie. You have quite the penchant for fooling others, it seems.” He quirked his brow a bit higher, his eyes darting up and down your limp form before settling back on yours. “Well? Was it a lie?”

“Mm—n-no,” you managed to choke out weakly, your eyes wincing and beginning to burn as his fingertips dug harder into your jaw and cheeks. “No…”

“No?” he repeated lightly. “Now, I’m sure you can do better than that, considering how polite you were with your employer last night. And I’m afraid it’s not them you’re answering to anymore. Try again.”

You swallowed dryly, your eyes flickering down toward his hand. “N—no, sir,” you whimpered.

“Ah, much better. Now, then….” The spark of amusement remained present in his yellow eyes as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek once again. “I suppose we should get you back inside and dried off, yes? I’d hate to see you get sick, pet.”

Your stomach felt as if it had dropped out of your body when he lifted you abruptly and flung you over his shoulder, your consciousness wavering between the complete sapping of your strength from the seawater still drenching your clothes and the state of shock you were left in. You drifted in and out during the trek back to the castle, your muscles limp and useless. You didn’t jolt back to a remotely aware state until he heaved you off and dropped you onto the cold stone floor of an unfamiliar part of the castle.

“I do just hate to have to cage you after all this time,” he said as you gazed around, your eyes squinted against the darkness. Judging from the lack of windows, you were below the ground level—and this was confirmed when he lit a torch along the wall opposite the one you were leaning against. “Nearly two months, it’s been, hasn’t it? Hmm. How the time flies.”

The dim orange light of the flame expanded as he lit another, and you realized he had deposited you in a small, square cell. The stone walls and floor were the same as the rest of the castle, if a great deal dustier, but the heavy iron bars and door made it clear that you were in the dungeon beneath the fortress.

“But, you’ve really left me no choice,” he went on with a soft, disappointed sigh. You could just make out his silhouette against the flickering firelight, the rattle of chains as he dug around in the drawer of a heavy desk just within your line of sight. “At least for now. I can’t have you escaping before we have a proper discussion about…” He lifted a heavy pair of iron shackles, examining them before giving a short nod. “About several things, really.”

He stepped slowly into the cell, his pace one of leisure, and stopped a few feet away from you, looking down at your pitiful form as you leaned back against the stone wall of the cell, struggling to steady your breathing, shivering in your damp clothes. He frowned as he looked you up and down, and gave a nod toward you.

“Off,” he said, his voice low but commanding enough that you jumped slightly, your brow furrowing as you tried to discern his meaning. “Off,” he repeated. “Can’t have you getting sick. We have a great deal to talk about.”

Your clothes. You glanced down at the wet fabric clinging to your skin, your stomach turning—he was telling you to get out of your clothes.

“Oh, modest, are we?” he said dryly, lifting an eyebrow. He took another step forward, crouching in front of you. You flinched back a bit when he reached a hand out and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Two months you’ve spent constantly at my side. I’m certain I’ve changed clothes in your presence more than a handful of times.”

“I...I didn’t...look,” you whimpered out, swallowing, closing your eyes as your face flared with heat.

“No, you didn’t,” he agreed. “I did find that curious, but you were quite the curious little bird.” You opened your eyes when you heard the chains of the shackles clink lightly, and watched as he stood, rolling his eyes as he turned around, his back to you. “Fine,” he said. “You may keep your undergarments. They’ll dry quickly enough.”

You almost wished that he had just killed you out by the shore. The embarrassment, the utter humiliation of pulling your tank top over your head and letting it fall to the floor with the towering form of the swordsman only a few feet away was enough to make you wish you could drop dead on the spot. You fumbled with your belt buckle, the buttons at the fly of your pants, before kicking them off along with your boots, wrapping your arms around your knees and clenching your eyes shut, trembling from more than just the cold, damp air of the dungeon now.

You heard a rustle of fabric in front of you, and before you could open your eyes you felt the material land in a heap at your feet. You cracked an eye open and frowned at the white heap.

Glanced up at him, your eyes widening as you realized he had removed his flowy, ruffled shirt, his back and shoulders bare as he crossed his arms, still facing the door of the cell.

“Put it on,” he commanded, stepping out of the cell. “And quickly. I pride myself on many things, my dear pet, but patience is not among them.”

You were already picking up the shirt and shrugging it around your shoulders before he finished, fumbling with the buttons with unsteady hands. The shirt was large enough on your much smaller form that it covered you from your shoulders to more than halfway down your thighs, the hem brushing your knees as you tugged it down, staring down at the floor, listening to the chair at the desk scrape across the stone. He set it down in front of you and tossed the shackles down at your feet, taking a seat and crossing an ankle over his knee.

“Those as well,” he said.

The moment your hand touched the shackles, you felt what little strength you had managed to regain begin to drift away from your body all over again. He chuckled when you drew your hand back as if you had been shocked.

“Seastone,” he said. “I salvaged them from the wreckage of a Marine vessel a handful of years ago. Thought they might prove useful one day. Go on.” He nodded down at them as you briefly met his eyes. “Around your ankles. So long as you remain compliant, I will allow you the continued use of your hands. You may need them at some point.”

You didn’t dare ask what that might mean.

You did, however, do as he told you. The seastone shackles felt as if they weighed fifty or more pounds, and it took some effort for you to drag them up even to the height of your ankles and clamp them shut.

“Very good,” he commended, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms, his eyes never leaving you as you slumped back weakly against the walls. “Still such an obedient pet, aren’t you?” Every breath you drew in took a herculean effort, felt as if it might be the last you managed to draw before you passed out from sheer physical exhaustion. “Now, this is a first on my part. I’ve never been one to waste time taking prisoners. You ought to consider yourself privileged. Grateful for my continued hospitality despite your blatant betrayal.”

You swallowed, unable to do anything but give a weak nod.

He gave another small chuckle. “You’ve been trained to handle being the victim of a potential hostage situation,” he commented—it wasn’t a question. He cocked his head slightly to the side. “You’re quite small for a Marine. What rank are you, little bird?”

“Cadet,” you forced out—and, when he lifted an eyebrow, you quickly added, “s—sir.”

“Cadet,” he repeated, leaning back a bit further. “Hm.” He lifted a hand to his chin, his expression thoughtful as he brushed his thumb across his short goatee. “And they saw fit to send you after me.” You nodded again. “Your commanding officers either have a great amount of faith in your potential or they were trying to get rid of you. Which do you think it was?”

“T...they offered me the mission,” you said quietly. “I could have turned it down.”

“Faith in your potential, then,” he said lightly. “What a pity for them Of course, they weren’t wrong,” he went on, lowering his hand down to his knee, strumming his fingers there slowly. “You did play your role well. Well enough to fool that charming pet shop owner in Acacia, even. A veritable expert on the subject. You must have done your homework. Breezed through all your tests with flying colors. I did my own homework, as you know. Amid my reading, I recall mention that wounded or sick pets might show signs of decreased appetite. Interruption of sleep. In extreme cases, potentially isolating themselves from their owners. You see…” He tilted his head once more to meet your eyes, his gaze holding your own with an intensity that made it impossible for you to break the contact. “Had I not woken last night we might not even be having this conversation. Had I not noticed your absence and worried enough to go looking for you.”

Your worry over your mission. Your inability to eat or sleep regularly. Of course he had noticed. You were an idiot to think he wouldn’t have noticed.

“Had I not heard a voice coming from the study below my chambers,” he went on, lowering his voice, “you might have been able to complete your mission without a single hitch. I would have been forced to assume when you left that you had flown off somewhere to die.”

You flinched at that, closing your eyes and lowering your head.

“Oh, now what is this?” He chuckled. “Are we feeling guilty?”

“Yes.” You spoke through gritted teeth—there was no point in lying. You were already compromised, already at his mercy. “I…made the call last night because I…I couldn’t leave with nothing to show for it. Or without…” You swallowed once more, lowering your head to your knees. “I only had four days left. I was expected to slip away unnoticed and rendezvous with my commanding officers at a designated location before returning to Marineford to report on any potential weaknesses of yours I might have discovered.”

“And you claimed you found none,” he continued for you.

You nodded. “But...caring for another living creature is always a potential weakness,” you said quietly.

“Aaah.” You swallowed dryly, clenching your eyes shut tighter as you heard him push the chair back. The whisper of his boots on the stone floor as he took a step forward, the quiet rustle as he crouched down in front of you. “And you were unwilling to list your own presence as a potential weakness. Is that it?” You nodded again, and tensed as he caught your chin in his hand. “And here I’ve already admitted to having worried for the well-being of my pet. You certainly did do a stellar job, didn’t you, my little bird?”

His tone, his touch was almost gentle, despite that edge of persisting amusement at your predicament.

“Open your eyes.”

You obeyed his command once again—though your eyelids fluttered in your growing state of exhaustion brought on by the effects of the seastone shackles wrapped around your ankles, you did your best to maintain eye contact, only vaguely aware of his thumb brushing across your bottom lip as you gazed into his yellow irises.

“I may yet have use for you,” he murmured, his voice still light and amused. “I suppose you are a pretty little thing, if nothing else. And your abilities...well, you managed to fool me, now, didn’t you? Don’t,” he added, his tone sharpening as your eyes began to drift shut, and they shot back open. “There’s one more matter. You spoke of some offer while you were making your call last night. What is it?”

“W...warlord,” you forced out. “The World Government wants to offer pirates they consider too dangerous to combat status as ‘Warlords.’ No more than seven. Bounties expunged in exchange for an agreement to cease hostility against Marines and other World Government officials, and potentially being called upon to assist with other threats.”

“Warlords,” he repeated, letting out a quiet chuckle. “And you’ve been granted permission to extend me this offer?” You gave a small nod, blinking slowly, fighting to keep your eyes open. “Since you’ve reported to your commanding officers that I have no weaknesses they can exploit.” Another nod, and a quiet affirmative hum. “Mm-hmm,” he repeated, smirking. “I suppose it’s worth thinking over. At least until you’ve regained the ability to discuss the subject coherently.”

“Four days.” He lifted his eyebrows at your mumbling, waiting for you to continue. “Need to make contact in four days or they could send a Buster Call.”

“Ah.” His thumb brushed across your cheek, and you found yourself leaning unconsciously toward the warmth of his palm. “So they would sink this entire island into the depths of the ocean with you still on it, would they?” The hum you gave this time was neither affirmative nor dissenting—it was simply in acknowledgment that he had spoken at all, as your lessening coherency made it increasingly difficult to follow his words. “That does sound quite like the Marines. Heaven forbid they should have any loose ends to worry about.”

He expelled a slow sigh, one that might have been of resignation or annoyance, or perhaps some melding of both. Either way, the warmth of his breath across your face made your eyes drift shut, made you fall fully limp against the wall behind you.

You barely registered anything beyond that. Not his light shake at your shoulder in attempt to rouse you, his exasperated sigh as he caught you before you could fall sideways and hit your head against the stone floor.

Not his irritated grumble of, “Troublesome woman,” as he drew one of your hands up to cushion your head against the hard stone floor before he pulled himself to his feet to frown down at you.

To wonder why he hadn’t shoved his way through the door of his study the moment he heard your voice last night and throttled you in that moment.

To wonder why the hell he still had any concern at all for your continued safety and well-being.

You had spent two months, two months deceiving him, abusing his good will, masquerading as a loyal companion when you were nothing more than a dirty little spy.

His hands twitched into fists for a moment as he stared down at you, gritting his teeth. He could end your life right now. It would be only too easy. Crush your throat beneath the heel of his boot. Wrap a hand around your delicate neck until the labored rise and fall of your chest ceased entirely. You had already warned him of the Marines’ potential intent to destroy this island. He could dispose of you and leave on his own before that ever came to pass.

You shifted in your sleep on the cold stone floor, shivering slightly and laying a hand over the toe of one of his boots.

Mihawk swore under his breath, reaching behind him to drag the chair back into place and sit down heavily, crossing his arms over his chest as he surveyed your slight form below him on the floor covered only by his own shirt.

“What exactly am I supposed to do with you?” he grumbled under his breath, shaking his head, not completely aware himself of how his own gaze softened as he looked down at you. “Useless thing….”

His prisoner.

His pet.

His pretty little bird.

He would be damned if anyone but him were allowed to decide your fate.

First chapter and Previous chapter links again for your convenience

[leatafandom]

Thank you for the tag @maggot-monger! I love this one

last song you listened to: Whore by In This Moment - I have been super into this song lately

favorite color: its been blue for a while, but it's broadened to different shades of blue,

currently watching: I recently found Resident Alien, and I'm in love. I hope it comes back. I enjoy the characters Alan Tudyk plays so much.

sweet/savory/spicy: I have shifted back to sweet. I mean I still eat a lot of spicy food, but I have been baking more lately.

relationship status: still married and still enjoying it immensely

current obsession: Ahh, you know I don't really have one that is supreme right now. But I just watched the movie Roleplay for the first time and I have a feeling reworking it as a spideypool fic might take over my brain as soon as I let it. It just would work so well for them and I don't think the muse is gonna let it go.

last thing i looked up (cause I rarely google): lyrics for Mirrors by The Birthday Massacre - I needed them for a story in monstereater verse

No pressure tags: @idabbleincrazy, @huntressandlioness1 @fantasticstoryteller and anyone else who would like to

[hollyethecurious]

CS WIP Wednesday Challenge - Week 3

Week 3

🥰 Your favorite WIP (which one do you actually WANT to be writing right now, regardless of what anyone else thinks of it)

I'm not sure I'd classify this one as my Favorite WIP, but it IS the one the muse seems the most eager to make progress on, so that's what we're gonna go with!

This year for the @cssns I'm doing a Captain Swan AU inspired by the tv show Grimm that debuted the same year as Once. I did not watch it when it was airing, but caught up with it later and LOVE IT! I do a rewatch of the entire series every Fall, and have often thought it would be a great verse to put the Once characters in, seeing as the premises are both grounded in fairytale lore in their own unique ways.

So far, I've completed the Prologue and first two chapters, and this past week I wrote on and made copious amounts of notes for chapters three, four, and beyond. I can't wait to share the fic with y'all this summer and hope you enjoy this small snippet of what's to come.

Per usual, much love and thanks to @captainswanwipwednesdays for helping us dust off these WIPS!

Once Upon A Grimm - Chapter Three Snippet

“Its street name is Dreamshade,” she told him. “It’s a mixture of wesen venoms, including manticore. The combination would be instantly lethal to humans, even Grimms, but less effective on wesen, which is why--” “Why it only managed to render me unconscious,” Killian finished for her. “Here,” she said, passing him a vial of something. “Take this. It will help flush out any remaining toxins from your system.” Killian did as instructed, throwing back the contents of the vial without question and earning him a slightly stunned raised brow from Swan.  “What?” “Nothing. I…” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and toed the linoleum tile beneath her feet. “I wasn’t sure you still trusted me enough to just… take it.” “Why wouldn’t I trust you?” Killian asked her, his brows knit together in confusion. “If anyone has to earn back trust between us… It’s me.” Emma shrugged and kept her eyes pointed downward as she mumbled, “I just thought… since a wesen already tried to assassinate you and your brother, that you might--” “How do you know she was wesen?” Killian asked, prompting Emma’s head to snap up. “Because… no human would use Dreamshade. She had to be a wesen, right?” “Aye, she was.” He paused for a moment, hesitating to add, “A hexenbeist, in fact.” Emma flinched and cast her eyes aside. He hoped she knew he did not paint her with the same broad brush others would use in regards to her kind. He knew she was different.

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[3katanas]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

Canonically I would say Nami, Vivi, and Perona. I also love OC's and Crossovers for him as well.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Anything as long as there is chemistry. I enjoy variety so fluff, angst, etc is all fair game. Like have an idea? Throw it at me! We can have subverses and timelines and everything.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Honestly, I don't really know if there is a set age gap as long as both muse and mun are over 18. We are here to explore the characters and worlds that we write in after all, so age gaps that would be larger then lets say I would be comfortable with in real life are open here. That's the whole point after all in my opinion of writing rp.

Are you selective when shipping?

Yes. Only so far as there has to be chemistry. This is why I don't post Shipping calls or pre-established ships. I enjoy watching the ship form.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

I do have a NSFW/lemon tag now for my muses because of this very question. For me, all threads that go past just a basic kiss, etc. Lets say to second base? Those get the tag and anything on 3rd base gets the read more. The read-mores are more for my followers, I don't really care either way in that regard.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

I have a whole ship page on his google site for established ships.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

No? If I feel like a ship is forming I'll typically reach out. I'm down for people asking if we can explore a ship as well if they'd like, but only after we've interacted for a bit.

How often do you like to ship?

Way more then I thought Zoro would. But I'm a shipping whore so I'm not really surprised.

Are you multiship?

Yes. However, for muses outside of Canon I'll probably only ship with one of each muse. For example, he has a ship with a Daenerys Targaryen and has utterly no desire to start one with any other. But like Nami is open for multiple if that makes sense?

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Obsessed. Not even gonna try to deny that.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

I would probably go with Zoro and Nami.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Ask me. As long as they have chemistry the answer will probably be yes, but I always reserve the right to say no.

tagged by : @despairforme

tagging: @sirensofthefiveseas @seaoftheworst @yearnstarved and anyone else that would like to steal it!

[finniestoncrane]

For the 2k event could my date please decide for me???? I'm currently majoring in dramatic literature and theater, I'm from and live in Mexico (spanish is my mother tongue), I'm an INTP/ENTP, I love singing, writing, drawing and acting! I also love musical theater, puzzles and history, I'm very outgoing but I also have autism and ADD so sometimes I just go full lockdown or just straight up infodump, my love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. Congratulations again 💖💖💖

thank you friendo!! ok so this is not who i think you'd expect but honestly, it's perfect! 💚🩷 🔞minors dni🔞 send a request • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2k (to follow or to block)

I know your love for the Riddler knows no bounds BUT I give to you his slightly more enthusiastic and whimsical brother: Music Meister.

It might seem like I've gone for the easy option here, but there's a lot more to love than just the theatre, even though that is a HUGE factor in you being well-suited, not gonna lie.

But the fact that you are studying it in such an in-depth way, understanding it at it's core, means you'll have a greator lvoe and appreciation than most, one that might even rival his own! And to be able to bring him works in another language offers a whole other aspect to his favourites and to new favourites too.

Any level of creativity is going to be important to him, but you've got it all. Admittedly, he'll be mostly keen on the singing and acting, and you'll be his leading lady in no time. But the writing and art really only add to it. He can be your muse, and you can be his. You can inspire each other in every way.

Plus, and I say this with love and as a fellow history and puzzle lover, you both seem like adorable dorks who could get off stage and go home for a quiet evening of reading or two-player board games. Far too cute for your own good.

Outgoing is wonderful! He'd encourage it and cherish the moments where you were feeling on top of the world and capable of everything. And when you were quiet and maybe non-verbal, he might do his best to encourage you, even though he knows that doesn't work, but it's mostly because a) he likes to hear your voice and b) he wants to have an excuse to do that bit from Phantom of the Opera ("sing for me, my angel of music!!")

And if there's anyone out here who needs a hand on their cheek, a pat on the back, or a huge hug, it's definitely him, so your love language is perfectly matched!

[gamenu]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

what’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

I'm a fandomless OC. Don't necessarily have any OTPs for her! Who ever she has chemisty with, I'm usually down for.

what are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I'm a very malleable person. I go with the flow and I'm down for pretty much anything with the exception of the universal no nos.

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

On the premise of both parties being mortal? Highly dependent on age. Cause a 10 year gap between a 30 and 40 year old is no where near as jarring as a 18 year old and a 28 year old. If they're immortal and above age of consent? Free game for all of 'em tbh.

are you selective when shipping?

Extremely. I didn't bother with shipping really at all until the last 3 years ago or so here. And I've been here since 2010. It was just a case of it never being on my radar, and then seeing how OCs (specifically females) were treated just for even asking to ship? Kinda left me a little timid in it. So I have to have at least talked to my potential partner for over a year? Not consistently, but enough to where as I'd be comfy just jumping in their DMs and sending random things etc. Basically, we gotta be buddies. And then when we discuss dynamics, I have to be able to see potential for growth but also enjoyable moments. Whether those moments be good or bad, if me and my partner aren't getting enjoyment out of it, what's the point?

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

The moment clothes come off or groping starts etc, I'm going to request we fade to black on tumblr, and if my partner wants to write it out, we move to discord. No dirty tango for you on tumblr!

does one have to ask to ship with you?

Absolutely. I'll always ask first, so I'd like that same respect back. And in all honesty, there's a 98% chance I'm gonna say yes. I'm here for a good time! One sided crushes and stuff is A-okay though without permission.

how often do you like to ship?

Honestly? Not sure how to answer this. It's a case by case situation. Where as if I find or someone finds me, and would like to ship, I'm down most times. Other than that, I'm not really seeking anything out. If it happens, it happens.

are you multiship?

Yes and no. Yes in the sense I'm not single-ship. I can, will, and do have more than one shipping partner. I refuse to restrict or be restricted. However, no in the sense of I will only ship with one version of a character. So if I'm shipping with a Rem.po from Aval.on C.ode, I will not ship with another one. If my partner has been gone for over a year, and I have not heard from the writer, I will break that ship off. I know life happens, but communication is important all the same.

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

More-or-less I guess? I don't seek ships out. If it happens then great! If not, no skin off my back.

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Fandomless baby~ ✨

finally, how does one ship with you?

Scream and declare your love for my character from the top of the mountains-- Nah JK. Literally just shoot me a DM or an IM and we can go from there. Like I said, I'm really easy going and down for whatever most times.

Tagged by: @lumoire Tagging: @novaragno, @convxction, @weavinghands, @electricea, and literally anyone else who wants to do it, idk who has and who hasn't.

[nachosncheezies]

Would you mind reccing the stories you liked that deal with Scully being a little psychic? I love anything that deals with that

Hello anon! I didn't think anyone reads my tags, but here you are proving me wrong. :D I'm pretty new to XF fic so I don't have enough to do a comprehensive list but here's a few I recently found in quick succession:

Contact High by Penumbra

Look I won't beat around the bush - it's heavy on the porn, so if that's not your thing then maybe give it a miss. Set post-Field Trip, they've gone home but Scully's still under the influence (still telepathic), apparently moreso than him (which I'm interpreting as, she already was a little psychic so it's hitting her harder). It appears Mulder is unaware she's picking up what he's broadcasting, and he himself only hears some of her thoughts once he knows. Meanwhile our girl is receiving every explicit moment of her partner's sex dreams in vivid technicolor, from all the way across town, in enough detail that she's basically like "Look you tease, if I'm gonna have to see this shit I'm coming down there and you're gonna make good." Queue a lot of finally talking about and working through things, in various states of [un]dress. There's even some angst in there!

By Falling In And In by @aloysiavirgata

A post-Deadalive AU, set over a span of years. I suppose the psychic angle is more about William's powers, but… he couldn't connect unless there was something to connect to, ya know? Otherwise he'd just be out here broadcasting to everyone. And as you'll see in the second half, the way Scully reaches back is pretty intense, especially when there's trouble. This is such a good story. Highly recommended whether you're in to psychic Scully or not!!

Triptych by @iconicscullyoutfits

I'm human and like most of us, sometimes Diana Fowley makes me want to wrinkle my nose like I've hit a bad smell, or maybe throw something that'll make a nice thunk sound just to get it out. But this one is worth it. The psychic!Scully angle is more subtle here. She sees ghosts, senses death, etc. It's not the main focus of the story, but it's a nice thing in an already excellent fic. I wish I could say more but I literally couldn't put it down, so much so that I need to re-read it bc I'm pretty sure I was asleep for part of it. 🙈

Bonus - since I also remarked in my tags that I wondered what Bill Sr. thought of his girls' spooky powers. Across the Sea by CalifornianHousplant is a little piece in which Maggie muses a bit on precisely that. It's Mulder/Maggie, cancer arc.

If I come across or remember any others I'll reblog this and add them! Thank you for reaching out :D

[huntershowl]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

tough to answer for an oc, but i'm gonna be honest, the oldest ride-or-die slowburn ship has been @tewwor's litho and i'll always be a little bit obsessed with him & seph.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

uhhh obviously when one muse is a minor. other than that, i feel like... it depends so hard. if we're talking two adult humans, 10 yrs is fine as long as one of the muses is over like 25? generally the older the younger person is the less i'm bothered by an age gap. like if the younger person is in their 30s/40s/50s it's not a huge deal anymore. also obviously long lifespans/immortality are generally exempt as long as the other muse is ALSO AN ADULT.

as y'all can see by the list further down, seph's age ranges WILDLY between verses, timelines and dynamics (anywhere from a young teen to early 30s). i always try to keep her age relatively close to the ship partner's!

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFT?

i'd play it as safe as possible and say as soon as things progress past a passionate makeout session SKJDHJKDHS

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

YES BIG TIME.... seph is such a difficult character to ship with. i LOVE shipping so i do have a decent amount of them on this blog, but it always requires chemistry, plotting, and a Lot of patience and toughness on the partner's part to deal with all the ABSOLUTE FUCKSHIT that comes with choosing to stay by her side.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

current: @tewwor — litho, jie & ricochet (polycule), lior & adal (polycule) @crowshoots — jesper @crowgreeds — kaz @vsagis — izuku (potential/future) @sevenbulletsavior — karen (potential/future) god i hope i'm not — forgetting anyone, please forgive me if so past: peaky blinders — tommy shelby daredevil — matt murdock arcane — silco (older verse obvi), vi (younger verse obvi) several OCs over the years. <3

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

IS THAT NOT CONSIDERED NORMAL???

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

i am Obsessed. i've just made it so fucking difficult for myself YWHDSDHDSJ

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

n/a

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

just write & plot w me!! and if the vibe is there, we can chat about it! please always feel free to ask about it — as i said, i'm ship Obsessed (and love attention <3) so even if i don't feel the vibe, i'm still so happy to be reached out to.

generally, the types of people seph has the most romantic chemistry with are:

powerful crime boss types (tendency toward either healthy or toxic devotion. guard dog archetype. she would bare her throat to them)

equally angry, mean or violent mfers who oppose them at first (fight fight fight!!!! learn about each other!!! bonding!!!! look in the mirrors that are their eyes!!!! literary foils!!!!!! AAAAA!!!! forced proximity!!! enemies to lovers!!! so so many fun tropes here)

generally, conflict drives chemistry for seph! her brain's so fucked up man. so characters she sees as an equal in some way a++

other things that help: pre-established relationships (like childhood pals) when seph was younger/generally before hellhound, so that they know for a fact she didn't use to be a monster. "what happened to you." extreeeeemely juicy shit. / being part of the unseen's inner circle, which lends itself to trust / being her employer, which lends itself to loyalty.

tagged by : stoled from @noquirks <3

[nowandthane]

7 snippets, 7 people

thank you @vakariansvixenand @stormikins for tagging me!! <3<3<3

no pressure tagging @xoshepard @poetikat @sweetmage (feel free to not read this it's all mass effect jsdhfg) @illusivesoul @westernlarch @sillyliterature @mxanigel @menacingmetal @grim-starling

These are all gonna be from Sarani's longfic because I'm not writing anything else atm. Mostly rough and unedited too so beware xD

cw for suicidal ideation in the last two

She turned to look at him, shocked at the outburst. His eyes were wet with tears that stubbornly refused to fall. He glared back at her, as if challenging her to defy him. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought that she really should. This was insubordination. But she felt so relieved that someone else was making the decisions that she just relented, turning to look back out into space in silence.

“How could I have left him behind?” she whispered, long minutes later. Her face was wet. Joker was quiet for long enough that she stopped expecting an answer — what could he have said, anyway? But he did answer.

“You were doing your job, Commander. I… I’m sorry.” And he really did sound sorry for her.

“This job fucking sucks.”

-

Finch sneered. “I can find a dozen Reds who’ll swear they saw you kill aliens for fun. Who’s going to believe you then?”

His grey eyes caught hers, and held them steadily. The world slowed down as she seriously considered whether he really did know. Even without proof, anyone who had known her then could put two and two together and figure out what she did — no one else could have done it. But no one ever cared before.

Now it was something they could use against her. And they were threatening to.

Was that was he was doing? His words saying one thing, but meaning another?

I know you killed her, but I won’t say it in front of them. As long as you do what I say, no one else will ever know.

Was that what was behind his words?

The image of her, of Nazia, crying and begging Shepard for forgiveness intruded on her mind. Her screams echoed in Shepard’s ears, her blood sticky on Shepard’s hands.

-

“Do you compare yourself to your old Captain a lot?” Garrus asked.

“Not really. Not anymore.” Shepard shook off the thoughts rattling in her head. “I know I have a screwed up moral compass. That’s just a result of my ‘upbringing’. But I don’t let that turn me into monster. I don’t want to cross any more lines, but I keep stumbling over them anyway.”

Garrus looked at her, his thoughts and emotions inscrutable. She was getting better with reading turians, but he seemed closed off to her at this moment. Silence became heavy in the air, and she did nothing to break it.

“I wonder…” Garrus finally mused, “if I killed Saren, would I be struggling with it now as you are about Finch? I don’t know what the answer to that is, and that — that kind of scares me. Am I a monster, Shepard?”

“No, Garrus.” She smiled at him a little sadly. “You’re not a monster.”

“Yet,” he said. “Don’t you ever think that it takes a monster to stop a monster?”

“Sometimes,” she answered. “Mostly, it feels like an excuse.”

Garrus nodded. “Why did you get so angry when he called you by your name?”

-

“How about a new name?”

“What’s wrong with Shepard?”

“No, not that. Don’t you want to change Jane?”

“What’s wrong with Jane?” She frowned.

“Well clearly the orphanage just named you that because they couldn’t be fucked to actually care about you. Don’t you want a name more fitting for who you are?”

“I don’t want any connection to the people who threw me away like I was trash,” she said curtly.

“It’s not about your parents,” Nazia insisted. “They suck, but you have a whole culture that you come from.”

“I know nothing about it.”

“So? Don’t you want to reclaim it?”

“Well, you clearly want me to.”

“Just think about it. It can be like… like a new start for you!”

Considering it. Maybe it is better, to have a new name, one untainted by the dirtiness of her beginning. And if Nazia was the one renaming her, so much the better. She was the one who made Shepard feel like a human. And if this was important to Zi, then it was important to her.

-

“You think you know me so well?” she asked, sneering. She regretted it almost immediately when the animation that had taken hold of Garrus abruptly left him. He had seemed more alive for a brief moment there, much more like the angrily passionate man who had argued with his superior at the Presidium, or the one in Dr. Michel’s clinic, ready to take on a group of thugs alone.

As his commanding officer, it didn’t feel good to have made one of her own people feel so small. But even outside of that, she felt bad because she did think he was a good person, just misguided. And this conversation they’d just had was their first real one. They had been getting to know each other.

He was turning to leave when she said, “Wait. I’m sorry.”

He turned back to her, expectant, but now that the apology had come out of her mouth, she floundered for what else to say.

“I was trying to compliment you,” Garrus pointed out, breaking the awkward silence. “Didn’t think you’d take it so badly.”

-

“Do you still want to die?” Shepard asked.

“Do you?” Thane returned.

She had to turn away. “Sometimes.”

Leaning against the viewing window, she turned her gaze on the drive core below — pulsing, powerful, dangerous. Peripherally, she noticed Thane standing and coming to her on silent feet, but she still couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

“I don’t.” His presence behind her felt like a weight she couldn’t shake off. “I agreed with you, once. That perhaps those of us who have died should stay dead.”

“You never really died,” she said.

“In all the ways that matter, I did.” He touched her shoulder, so softly that she barely felt it, except that there was no atom of her existence that could ever be unaware of him. “Will you not look at me, siha?”

-

The dream begins as it always does: with the fall. Falling through the nothingness of space, the alarms in her armour chiming as she gasped desperately for oxygen. There is a breach somewhere. Probably around her torso, where pain and warmth radiated.

She flailed helplessly, heat and hurt building. But it never did reach an unbearable point. They faded away as she fell, and with them went the burdens she carried. Her legs stopped kicking and her arms stopped reaching. She fell looking at the vastness of space, that blanket of mystery she had watched so often when she was stuck on Earth, so determined to get away.

And she did. The choices she was presented with had been unacceptable to her, and so she had found another way. She became more — made herself more. She had explored the galaxy, helped people, saved lives… She’d made a difference.

For better, not worse.

When she lost consciousness, it was without pain. Without worries. Peace was not something she had ever been familiar with, but she learned what it meant, right there at the end.

If only it really was the end.

[forever-fixating]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks to @priincebutt for the tag! I got more living in a new normal for yall! I've strongarmed my best friend into my little corner of the RWRB fandom, and she has been incredible in helping me with this story. Like, I'm talking plot developments, 12th Century gossip, high romance and DRAMA, yall aren't ready. My muse is vibing to write Paris because it has evolved into two chapters and it will blow the romance from Love on the Menu out of the water. I feel very confident in that fact. Yall ain't ready for it!!! Until then, enjoy this little bit of fluff.

Their sexual escapades hadn’t moved beyond oral sex and anal play. When Henry asked Alex about moving further, not to pressure him but to gauge his interest, Alex blushed and buried his face in Henry’s chest, mumbling, “You’re gonna laugh.”

“I assure you I will not,” Henry said, tugging on Alex’s curls so that he would lift his face. “Please tell me, my darling baby boy?”

“That’s cheating,” Alex whined, tilting his head to kiss Henry only to be stopped by the hand in his hair.

Henry smirked. “Be a good boy and tell me.”

He let go of Alex’s hair and waited. Alex glanced to the side and traced his finger down Henry’s sternum. Goosebumps broke out over Henry’s skin. After a moment, Alex finally said, “I want to wait until we’re in Paris. Like- I get it, it’s cliche, but-”

“Darling,” Henry said, cupping Alex’s jaw to stop his rambling. Brown eyes widened, and Henry smiled. “Remember who you’re talking to. That is beyond romantic. I don’t give a tinker’s fig if it’s cliche.”

“Tinker’s fig?” Alex giggled, his previous bashfulness evaporated.

“What We Do In The Shadows,” Henry offered as explanation. “Matt Berry is a British national treasure.”

“Oh yeah, June and Nora are obsessed with that show. I’ve been meaning to watch it, but I keep forgetting.”

Henry grabbed his remote from the bedside table. “We’re fixing that right now.”

As he queued up the show on his Hulu account, Alex nuzzled closer and whispered, “Thank you, baby.”

Henry traced his fingers down Alex’s spine. “You’re very welcome, my dahling.”

Alex snorted. “Why did you say it like that?”

“You’ll see.”

A/N: Tagging @onthewaytosomewhere @piratefalls @dragonflylady77 and anyone else who wants to play. This chapter is beyond syrupy sweet. I combined New York and Austin so Paris could be in Alex's POV. I'm telling yall, you aren't ready for Paris. One more petite teaser 'cause I just gotta brag on my bestie for writing this little bit of beauty for LIANN. No context, you'll just have to wait and see.

Roses on Our Grave

(Verse 1)

It’s not every day that you wake up in Paris

Hungover from last night’s love

Eyes stinging in the sun, how heavy the air is

With these sweet roses’ perfume

Mmmmm but then

Every day is magic, cuz baby, the magic is you

Surprise me with breakfast and plans for our day

How could I ever refuse?

A walk through the tombstones, and you

Whisper to me

“The lovers are gone, but love stays”

Then stay

(Chorus)

Kiss me in the sunlight

Don’t ever say goodbye

Don’t wait to leave roses at our grave

Hold me close in the night

Soar with me when I fly

I want roses now, not at my grave

A/N- See you soon in Paris!

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

So...

Do you guys know that thing about creative writers with ideas (plot bunnies) and how they always seem to multiply one after the other? That's me with Twisted Wonderland AUs. I can't help it! The series just reminds me of all the stories I loved as a kid, with characters that had depth and / or developed or we got to learn more about--even if it was stupid little things they do in their everyday life! I've grown to appreciate it in ways I never imagined I could any form of media. ;;v;;

To be honest...this game has given me the creativity to consistently create and build upon ideas, and the support you all have given me has meant so much. I can't thank you all enough for sticking with me for so long, and for sending me all the ideas or scenarios you all have been daydreaming of. ;;v;;

So I wanted to give a bit of an update on a few things I'm going to do with the blog:

1) Create a rules page. I've gone far too long without updating my original set, and I feel it's long overdue 😂 Plus, it'll help me keep track of certain things!

2) Go back through and update the links on the Masterlists with posts I may have missed. I didn't realize that some things I was referencing in some of my latest posts (aka the grape incident in the monster!AU) were missing, so I'm gonna comb through my posts and make sure I label and organize them easier for you guys to find (and for me to refresh myself on what I write)!

3) Answering asks (of course). Things are a little slow going and my muse has been getting finicky with me, but I will make sure I get to everyone's asks! Some I may answer because they're quick and easy, others...I may end up getting an idea for something more expansive, so that'll take a bit longer. 😅

And finally, 4) Introducing a(nother) AU:

Twisted Wonderland!Mermaid AU!!!

Honestly, this started because I got inspired by the artwork by this artist here where they drew the characters based on Floyd's nicknames for them, and it started as a Marine Biologist AU where Yuu is a marine biologist and taking care of the mermaid bois (all 22 boys + one fire-breathing cat) buuuuuut...at the moment, Yuu getting shipwrecked and living on the island with the mermaid boys wouldn't leave me alone. 😂

As well as an idea where Yuu is a full-blooded Kaiju/born a Kaiju and has Land Before Time like adventures because I got emotional at baby Littlefoot hatching, but who's counting the ideas? Certainly not me!

Anyway, I wanted to share a snippet of the prologue I have written that's currently under construction, so the final product may differ. I'm honestly really excited about this AU too, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do~ ;;v;;

Snippet under a read-more because this post is going to be long anyway 😂 Enjoy!

Oh, and if I need to tag it a certain way for future posts, please let me know and I'll be sure to add them!

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If anyone were to ask Yuu what they were going to be doing over the summer, they likely would have told them: catch up on their reading, or playing video games, or any number of different things they had planned. Even just relaxing at home or on the beach would have been an enticing offer.

A scuba diving trip was not something they expected to get dragged into.

“First time diving?”

“Was it that obvious?” Yuu asked, one hand gripping the bar on the seat next to them until their knuckles were white while the other kept hold of the oxygen tank sitting in front of their flippered feet.

“Yeah…kinda obvious for a first timer,” the instructor said with a chuckle, the man giving them a reassuring pat. “It can be a bit nerve-wracking for new divers, but you’ll be fine. You’re one of the contest winners, right?”

“I put my name in as a joke, I didn’t think I’d actually win!” Peering over the edge of the railings, Yuu couldn’t make out anything in the dark water. “I…thought we were going to dive near the shallows closer to land. What are we doing so far out?” they asked, swearing they saw a big shadow pass by…only to realize it was the ship’s frame reflecting on the water.

“I know we’re a lot further out than we normally would for first time divers, but we had problems with our normal ship and the only one that was available was this ship a couple of marine biologists were using.”

“…why didn’t you just cancel and set it for another day?”

“Try telling that to my bosses,” the man muttered under his breath before the smile was back on his face. “Anyway, I think this will be a fun change to the program! These biologists are actually working to explore the reactions of marine life to musical instruments, and we’ll get to see it firsthand ourselves!”

Before Yuu could respond, the ship came to a stop and the driver said, “We’re here! You folks ready to go diving while we get set up? There’s a coral reef not far below us, so you’ll have plenty of time to sightsee.”

“Yup! Okay, so let’s go over the basics again, and I’ll make sure your gear is on properly.”

Yuu listened nervously as the instructor walked through each procedure and rule of diving, the wetsuit sticking tightly to their body as the tank weighed heavily on their back. This was not how they imagined their first time scuba diving would be—they could barely even make out the shore from a wave in the distance. Finally—with mask secured and breathing apparatus in—the instructor gave them a reassuring nod…before falling backwards into the water with a  ‘sploosh!’. For a brief moment they froze, but the motion of the ship and the weight on their back knocked them off balance and forced them backwards.

Fwoosh!!

[oceangirl24]

Find the Word... Nature Edition

Many thanks to my talented bestie @axolotlsupremacyowo for this one!

Tagging: @stealing-your-kittens @the-orion-scribe @amberlide @winterlovesong1 @violetrose-art @kayedium-writes and anyone else who liked to join in the fun. (Sorry if I missed anyone who wanted to be tagged. My memory is bad! 😭)

Words for me to find

Ivy, Palm, Moss, Blossom, Pebble,

Words for you to find

Rose, dirt, vines, oak, lily

Ivy- The Return: Countdown

The only true discrepancy he could find between Jon and Jay was an article about donors to Collegiate School and one about academic honors:

Blake and Jacklyn Turner of Westport, CT, parents of sophomore hockey all-state defenseman, Jonathan Turner, donated $500,000 to the school for  the building of the Ivy Preparatory Hall upon which the cornerstone for the building will bear their name….

…Jay Andrews, son of Richard and Elizabeth Andrews, was awarded the President's Award for Educational Achievement. This is awarded to students who have shown remarkable growth and improvement in their studies…

Shawn leaned back from the table and put his knee up against its edge, musing over all the information he had. Jon and Jay were the same person, of that he was convinced but he still had unanswered questions and he wanted confirmation of what he thought he knew.

Palm (not the tree, just the hand lol)- Saudade: Didn't We Almost Have It All

"I said the same thing, but I couldn't just walk away," Jon told him emphatically. "I tried and got my butt in so much trouble Audrey's dad had to bail me out. I know what it's like to have your parents in and out of your life."

Shawn sat back from him just a little and gave him a curious look. This was not something he'd ever heard before.

"I know what it's like to be kept close when it suits them," he went on. Shawn saw a familiar look in Jon's eyes; one he often had in his own when Chet disappointed him yet again. "I know what it's like to have the people who are supposed to love you and protect you turn their backs on you at fifteen."

Shawn was fighting hard to keep the tears back. So much so that the full meaning of what Jon was saying wasn't sinking in: how similar they were.

"I know the anger, Shawn."

He shook his head unable to see anything anymore. He pressed the palm of his free hand to his eyes to stop the flow.

Without thinking, Jon pulled him closer and tightened his grip on him. "My problem was I ran from my feelin's about my parents. I never dealt with it. Or them."

He paused a moment to collect himself. The kid sitting next to him could easily have been himself at fifteen.

Moss- none

Blossom- Saudade: The Ties that Bind

"Yeah," his teacher shot back. He put a hand against the door of the truck and wagged a finger at him, "but now you're gonna be out on the road with Audrey, too. This is serious, Shawn."

"I know it is!" he insisted. "But we've literally sat in a parkin' lot just goin' over the lights, the seatbelt, how to start the engine."

"You forgot about the adjustin' the rearview mirror and the seat."

Shawn let his head tip back until it made contact with the door's window. "I won't when I get in the truck."

"You just did!"

"I'm standin' outside of the truck," he pointed out, slapping a hand to his face. "Once I'm in the seat I'm sure muscle memory will kick in. Hours of doin' that very thing, Jon. Hours!"

Jon crossed his arms over his chest ready to pull the plug on the driving plans when Audrey walked out of the cabin with a plumeria blossom tucked behind her left ear. Seeing the location of the flower made Jon forget about his misgivings about Shawn's driving.

Shawn barely noticed the flower much less its significance as he rushed to grab the passenger door for her.

Pebble- Saudade: Preparations

But life wasn't so beautiful.

She nearly lost her grandfather before she had the chance to get to know him. If that had happened, Shawn would disappear; there was no way her life could turn out right if his fell apart.

Maya's thoughts drifted to Riley's family. Uncle Jon wasn't the only one not doing well. Mr. Matthews was on a crash course to the same place if something didn't change for him. She couldn't understand why Riley didn't see what was happening to her father. Farkle did. Zay did. Lucas, who could be as naïve as Riley, saw it. Even Smackle, who attended a different school, saw it.

Riley truly believed nothing bad could happen to her father. Unlike Maya, Riley liked to believe beautiful lies. One day, Maya knew, something was going to happen and shatter Riley's world.

She sighed heavily as she scrolled through the files on her phone, determined to be there for her best friend when the pebble cracked the glass around her world. She wouldn't let Riley fall alone.

Tears blurred her sight as she scrolled, irritating her immensely. She didn't want Julia to see and worry. As she reached to wipe the tears away, her thumb hit a file on her phone and a video popped up.

[sammy-jo1977]

Loki and his magic debut

Tagging this as smut only because of the suggestiveness of parts. It's a lot of fluff. And comedy. Bits of seriousness. Don't ask where I got the idea. Brief mention of panic attacks and abuse. Consider this a reader insert without the y\n bits.

Tony gets a crazy idea. And poor Loki has to go along with the idea. along with a certain tech.

************

"Wait a minute! Why do I have to go?!" She exclaimed. shocked and honestly nervous they were serious.

"It's an idea for sure. Why not kid you're going." Tony mused as if he didn't hear her.

Nat sighed and turned to her to explain. "Look, it's not that we want to send you. But the syndicate doesn't know you. Us they would all recognize in an instant."

"Yeah, that's because y'all are the good guys. I'm just an IT girl. I'm good with computers and filing and..and.." she trailed off as her hands shook. The files in her arms falling from her grasp.

Wanda bent to help her pick the papers up. " You'll be fine dear. Honest. And besides. You won't be alone surely." She shot Tony a glare at her last words.

"no! Of course she won't be alone...um.. n.. eh.." He seemed to be thinking as his eyes traveled around the conference room table.

"Reindeer games. Sure. He'd love to go."

All at once it seemed the room exploded all at once. Mostly in disagreement and disbelief.

She stood there clutching the files in her hands. Eyes losing focus. Breathe in short shallow gasps.

"Stark. You've lost your mind."

"I really don't think that's wise to allow my brother loose with ms .."

"No way! The kid can't take Loki as backup!"

"Absolutely not."

"You're crazier than I thought.'

"Over my dead.."

"Quiet!"

Everyone stopped. Bruce Banner pushed off the wall and took the few short steps he needed to get to her.

"Stop a minute kid. Breath. It's gonna be alright."

He said low to her over again until the young woman calmed down. Her mild panic attack on hold for the moment.

No one spoke until he looked back over the group and nodded to Stark.

"Do I have any say in the matter?" Loki asked irritation laced in the smooth timber of his voice. He stood across the room from her. His eyes had yet to even fall her way.

'see. He doesn't even know I exist. Please don't make me do this guys.' she pleaded silently.

"Mmm. No. You're going. But not as her backup. She's going as your babysitter."

Confusion was evident around the room.

"Guys come on. The club is called The Lion's Den. It's a male strip club. "

Loki seemed to choke on his own breath while a few of the Avengers snickered and some down right laughed aloud.

Even she chuckled a little.

His eyes shifted to her. They took in her form.

She fidgeted under his gaze.

Standing at 5'5 in her work boots. A solid two inches shorter without them. Her calves were wider than she liked. But they filled her knee high boots nicely. Dark jeans covered her thighs. There was no gap. They were thicker than she wanted. And yes she has a friction problem in the summer. The swell of her hips was wide set. Great birthing hips is what her great grandmother called them. She sucked in her stomach a little more. Tucked tightly in her high waisted jeans she still felt the need to. The blouse she wore was tucked in and showed off her collar bone and cleavage.

While he starred she tried to hide her face behind the files in her hand.

She stammered and backed away until she backed into the glass door.

A look crossed his features. One she interpreted as possible disgust. Maybe at being stuck with her?

"Guys please. I can't do this. Why can't Nat go super undercover or something? "

"Stark doesn't force the woman to go against her will. I need no handler."

"Oh yes you do Reindeer games. One you aren't going alone. Two. I'm not forcing anyone. Nat help me out here. "

The Russian just rolled her eyes and stood from the table. With Wanda and Pepper meeting her at the door where the young woman shook they escorted her from the room.

"Listen sweetie. Loki really is contained now. He's not able to wield any dangerous magics. He can't hurt you or anyone else. "

Wanda chimed in first.

"Plus if he tries he knows he's dead." Nat smirked.

"Honestly. You two." Pepper swatted at both of the women with a smile.

Then she turned to the young woman. "What's really scaring you hun? Is it Loki or is it leaving the tower?"

She blinked at her a couple of times before clearing her throat. "Mrs. Potts. To tell you the truth. Both. Yep. Definitely both."

All three sighed.

"Why me?"

Her question made them look up at her.

"Why me personally? He could pick anyone from the IT pit. But why me?"

Pepper shrugged. " You were the first one to walk in the room dear. And you're not exactly invisible."

Wanda linked arms with her and smiled when she looked her way. "You are beautiful dear."

She smiled but it seemed bitter.

"I know that. Sure I know that. But.. ugh. Okay fine. I'll do it. But I know I'll regret it. "

She had thrown up both her hands from her lap as she spoke.

Both Natalie and Wanda each took a hand and pulled her to her feet as Pepper stood.

"Great!"

"Now one problem." She pulled them both to a stop. "I have jack to wear."

Three looked between themselves then back to her. "We have you covered." Wanda smiled.

They both stood before Tony as he paced without looking at them. Nat stood off to the side.

"You will be undercover." Tony pointed to Loki.

"You are the backup." He pointed to her.

"I will not repeat myself." He turned back to Loki.

Nat stepped forward and picked up two boxes from the table. One was long and was wide while the other was smaller.

"You each get a box. " Nat said with a smirk. The larger box was delivered to the woman while Loki much to his dismay was given the smaller one.

"What is this?" He asked in disgust when Loki opened the box. The contents was a silken pair of shorts. VERY short shorts in a golden color.

"Consider it a uniform." Tony smiled.

The woman started to open hers. Nat stopped her with a shake.

"What I can't see?" She asked nervously.

"You're coming with me. " Was the response she got.

"Wait just a moment!" Loki started to exclaim.

The look he got from both Natalie and Tony was almost enough to quiet him.

"This" he hissed. " It's supposed to be my uniform?"

"Male strip club remember Reindeer Games."

The green silk dress clung to her every curve. She tugged up at the small strap. Hoping to conceal some more of her breast. Her cleavage was on full display. Very little was left to the imagination. The gold necklace she wore to 'compliment' the dress was in fact a listening device. The emerald wrapped stone that rested in the dip of her throat.

The small ear mic rested in her ear concealed expertly.

She was picking at her newly manicured nails when Loki entered the car.

He chuckled lowly to himself.

"Make you nervous do I?"

"What?!"

"The poor kitten left alone with the big bad wolf?" He mused.

She looked at him finally. The black leather pants clung to his legs. The black button up was open to a point his chest was bare. But the dark jacket hung from his frame in a way that made her mouth water.

He noted all of her reactions to him of course.

"Oh? Not so nervous now are we kitten?"

"St..stop call…calling me that." She struggled with her words. Trying for a menacing glare before looking away.

Suddenly she felt his warm breath against the shell of her ear.

"Oh but you want me to keep going and more don't you my dear." His voice was low and practically a growl.

She shivers and pulls herself away using the door. "n..stop it."

In her nervous state she brought her hand up to start biting her nails.

"Now now pet. There are much better things I could imagine you could be doing with that mouth of yours than that."

She shot him a glare successfully.

He only smirked at her.

The heat flaming her cheeks only intensified.

The car ride was torturous, but nothing was compared to what happened when they stopped at their destination.

"Remember. You don't know one another. He'll come to you. Let him. Act interested."

The reminder was reiterated through the ear mic to both of them. Tony's voice held a firm tone. "Don't screw this up. You need to blend in, kid."

She sighed to herself.

"Remind me again what info I need to be gathering here if I'm supposed to be paying attention to him." She hissed.

Loki smirked. Her discomfort was all the more amusing to him. Though he had to admit. She was bewitching in the silk gown they had her wearing. It was thin and clung to her in all the right places. Given the opportunity, he'd easily bed her.

"You're just gathering Intel on who's all there. Associates and such. Who's closest to the target. Surveillance only." Nat buzzed in her ear. Tone firm and left no room to argue. Not that she would. Anything more and she'd probably puke.

"Is the mission All strictly 'look but don't touch' I have to wonder." Loki mused.

"What?"she hissed.

"Kid you blend in with the other sex crazies. When he comes to you. You know what to do." Clint chuckled in through the mic.

A wicked smile played at Loki's lips while she only groaned in embarrassment and defeat.

"I can do this. I can do this." Her muttered mantra kept her from turning away as one of Tony's men walked with her to the door of the club. The front was tasteful. Nothing like a seedy nightclub. ,'The Lion's Den' was scrawled in golden letters under the darkened window. Lights could be seen inside but muted. The man excused himself just outside the door as there was an elegantly printed sign stating 'No Men Allowed Past This Point'.

When she moved to push the door open, it swung in on its own it seemed.

There was a larger built young man just inside who had pulled the door open from inside she found out as she stepped inside.

Her eyes adjusted to the almost candle light brightness of the entrance to find a young woman standing at a podium.

"Hello." She smiled brightly. " Have you been with us before my dear?" She asked just as bright.

" No." She was told to admit.

" Oh wonderful. The boys do enjoy new blood." The hostess giggled.

She chuckled with the woman dryly.

"This way. I'll show you where you can go."

She followed the hostess through the large curtains that hang heavy behind the podium.

The first thing she noticed was the mahogany stage. It filled half the room. Round and staggered with steps. And beautifully built.

Tables and chairs surrounded it. The small tables were glass and lit from beneath. Giving the room a glow that was quite beautiful. The chairs were leather and looked quite nice as well.

The bar is where she was led to as the hostess excused herself.

"Sea breeze please. Strong." She said when the bartender looked her way.

She was then led to a table to the right of the stage. She noticed them, the tables were on a staggered floor. The floor was concave. With the stage at the lowest point.

The lights suddenly dimmed. A spotlight shone onto the stage. And a statuesque woman in all white stepped up onto the stage.

"Ladies. If I may have your attention please."

She had to admit. The show of each man was quite hot. She was grateful for the air conditioned room. The sea breeze in her hand helped relax her nervous mind.

"Stay on your toes kid." Tony quipped.

"I'm fine. Hard as it may be to believe. I can hold my liquor." She piped back.

Her eyes scanned the room.

The target was across from her and closer to the stage then she was. Many of the men from the show had paid special attention to her and the women she surrounded herself with.

All of this was relayed to the team of course.

The lights dimmed again just a little before the spotlight shone. The MC stepped out again. This time standing next to her table.

"Ladies. Seems we have some 'fresh blood' tonight in more ways than one."

Screams and hollers echoed around her.

"What are you doing?!" She hissed.

The older woman bent down and whispered.

"A favor for a friend." "Now! All of you wonder beautiful lovelies out here please! Let's show our love for the new blood Tonight! The only and only! God of Mischief!"

The room was plunged into darkness.

She was cautious. Knowing if she let her guard down he'd spring up and catch her. Embarrass her or worse.

The opening chords of a song started to play.

(The Spencer Lee Band The Wolf)

She remained cautious .

When the light came back on she saw him.

Transfixed she didn't notice the two young men that flanked her as he moved across the stage. A brief note of jealousness hit her when he moved to the target's table. Much like the other men of the club. He must've been told she was to be treated special.

But it was when the men at her flanks each grabbed the arms of her chair and spun her that she squeaked.

The chair stopped facing the now approaching Loki. One of the men bent down and chuckled.

"We were told you were new meat Love. No worries. We love new meat."

She whimpered just as the music stopped.

Loki paused in his approach.

Another song starting up.

(Careful Lucky Daye)

The light now shone on the four of them.

There was a choreographed altercation between the three men. But Loki being the victor.

"What the hell is this Loki?!" She hissed quietly once he got close enough.

His smile was that of a predator. "Just play along."

Moves like that of a serpent, circled her. She shivered as his fingers fell across her nape.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and her knees fell apart as he moved between them.

He flowed up her body. His own inches form hers as he moved to the music.

"What are you doin?" She whispered.

His eyes bore into hers as he answered. "Playing with a new pet. A sweet little kitten."

Like water he moved and flowed against her. Scalding her. " Who is so innocent and scared?"

He threw her feet over his shoulder at one point and his hips gyrated in front of her. Her face flamed brilliantly and she covered her face with both hands making Loki smirk.

His touch left her flaming with desire of embarrassment she couldn't tell.

"I'm not scared." She muttered through her hands.

His next move brought him above her. He very gently took both hands from her face and kissed each one just barely. "Really now?" He asked.

She watched his face as he straddled her and dropped almost into her lap. Bringing his lips so very close to her own. "Are you sure?"

His hands reached back with each of hers in grasp and placed both of hers on each cheek of his ass as he moved above her. His hips grinding to the rhythm.

She could at one point hear him briefing the others through her.

She tried to put in any input and failed miserably.

When he was done he was on his feet at the end of it all. Sweat covered his brow and his breathing was ragged.

She couldn't help but imagine it as if he and she had actually done something they shouldn't have.

She flamed at the thought.

"Alright. First chance y'all get outta there. Good work " she heard Tony clip.

First chance she got she was on her feet. Wobbly on her heels she sat back down.

Maybe the sea breezes caught up to her. No way. It was his fault.

When she finally made it outside to the car Loki was there waiting for her.

His lithe body perched casually back against the door of the car.

" Took you long enough."

" I was being watched." She lied.

Once in the car it fell silent only for a moment.

The phone rang and the driver put it on speaker.

"Gotta say. Good work you two. I'm pleasantly surprised. Go home kid. Get some rest. Loki. You know where you're supposed to be. Well brief in the morning."

"Tony? Can I just stay at the tower tonight? My roommate has probably locked me out by now and I don't wanna argue with her this late."

Tony pretending to muse this over made her nervous for a moment.

" Of course kid. I'll have a place for ya when you get here. Just ask up front for the keys. " She expressed her thank you and both said their agreements and goodbyes to Tony before he disconnected.

"Can't stand to be away from me can you then?"

Loki asked.

"What! No!"

She felt his arm slide behind her headrest and him lean into her side. "I must say kitten. I wouldn't be surprised if you did."

She leaned away from his whisper but didn't move to push him away. His body cool against her arm.

"Sound very sure of yourself." She muttered.

He smiled. " I'm just very good with a few extra senses. You want me. In ways you don't understand."

She huffed and crossed her arms.

Loki's eyes drifted down her front to eye the line in the center that disappeared beneath the soft fabric of her dress.

" I never did tell you how enchanting you look, did I?" Loki mused. It was more of a statement.

"It's fine Loki.." she sighed. Staring out the window. Trying to ignite his arm around her shoulder. Or his chest pressed against arm.

The car finally arrived back at the tower. Once exiting the car, she was escorted to a room and Loki taken to his own.

"You know where to find me. Should you get lonely." He chuckled as he watched her face flamed in embarrassment.

She lay in bed. Tossing and turning. The blanket too hot to keep on. The sheet too confining. Staring at the ceiling she thought about what he said. And his movements back at the club.

He had stared at her like she was the only woman in the room.

A new pet he has called her. Had said she wanted him in ways even she didn't understand. What did he mean?

Honestly she wasn't born dumb. She knew what he meant. But she wanted to know what it meant to him. She was by no means a homely girl. But no drop dead looker either. So why her.

Her body felt too warm. Skin felt too tight. Her breathing came out in small huffs.

'Ugh damnit' she mentally cursed before throwing herself to her feet.

Heading to the general kitchen area she padded barefoot from her room.

Standing in front of the fridge is where he found her. He couldn't sleep. Opting for a late night drink, Loki left his room.

He watched her for some time. Her rear was barely contained by the boyshorts and sleep shorts she wore. The tank top she wore was threadbare and slipping from her shoulder as she leaned into the coolness of the fridge.

She removed a container of banana pudding and closed the fridge before turning away from him.

"I'd steer clear of that." He chuckled as she jumped nearly a third a foot in the air.

"Why?" She hissed when she spotted it was him.

"Well the owner might not be too keen on you pilfering it in the midnight hours." He answered. Moving towards her, he stopped across the island away from her and leaned down on the counter .

She had pulled a spoon from the drawer and tucked it between her lips and turned to face him before answering.

"Not worried. I made it for him anyway. I'll just make more. Bucky won't mind."

His eyes flashed a moment in fear and he balked.

But Loki, quick to recover, cleared his throat and sighed."You seem certain of that fact."

Giggling she answered him. "I am. Besides, I won't eat it all. "

Loki rolled his eyes. Though his eyes drifted down her body as she turned and reached for a bowl from the cabinet.

"Want some?"

"Hmm?"

She held up a bowl.

"Oh no." He shook his head and waved a hand.

With a shrug she dishes out a portion of pudding and puts the rest away.

They sat in a comfortable but quiet silence for a moment. Loki with his drink. And her with her pudding.

Days passed.( Tony sent them back out to the club for more surveillance.)

Night had come again. This time she rode alone. Loki already having been at the club for his own mission. Tony had sent a man with him to keep an eye on him till she arrived. And for some back up since she could not go behind the stage.

The vest she wore fit well across her chest. The classic pants and vest combo look played well with her curved form. The jacket lay on the seat beside her. Her hair and makeup done.

She was nervous still. But not as bad as when Loki had been in the car with her.

Arriving at the club she took a deep breath and strode towards the door alone this time.

Smiling at the young girl behind the podium.

"Hello again." The young blonde greeted her warmly.

" Just couldn't stay away." She smiled back in greeting.

Once seated she ordered a drink and waited.

Her nervousness showed outwardly, possibly as eagerness like the other women who filled the club.

" I don't see her this time. She's not here."

"Don't worry. She'll show. And if not it's fine. There are others to remember. Watch for them too."

She remembered the briefing with the team. The whole syndicate they were looking to bring down. 90% of them were women. And most of them frequently attended this club.

The MC took the stage without her usual spotlight. "Ladies, if I may have your attention please."

The show was starting.

She ordered another drink. Wondering what song Loki had picked tonight. And if she'd be harassed and embarrassed again tonight.

Each man seemed to pick out a woman among the crowd. Grinding and thrusting. Mimicking acts.

She fanned herself with a napkin during one act that was exceptional.

And then, it was His turn. She knew just by the lighting behind him.

(Jailbreak Awolnation)

His body seemed to flow with the rhythm like water. His hands drifted over areas of his body. She found herself transfixed. Almost hypnotized.

To the point that when he stood before her she allowed him to manipulate her. Only for a second.

"Loki, wait." She whispered.

"Shh. Kitten. I've got you now. No escape." He smirked.

Her leg was thrown over his shoulder and lifted as he stood. Almost like he was using it as leverage he pumped against her. But then he dropped before her and throwing her other leg over him he lifted both her and the chair.

Gasps and cheers uproared through the room.

As he dropped the chair and someone righted it as he carried her to the stage.

"Loki put me down." She hissed.

When he did she was surprised to find him over her. " Careful what you wish for darling."

Suddenly she was spun and lifted against him. He held her like a lover.

He left her hot and chilled at the same time.

Breathless by the end of the song, he escorted her to her seat. Not without another show.

She wasn't sure what his game was. To embarrass her? To blend in? But his hand went into her hair and his nose traced her throat as he pulled her hair back. At the same time his hand barely traced up her body as he stood over her.

Then he stepped off her and left with a wink.

She ordered water and ice.

When she left the club he was waiting in the car for her.

"What in Chuck's name was that?!" She squealed when she had the door closed. Wanting as much distance between them she pressed herself against the door.

He watched her with a smirk.

"Had to put on a show didn't I?"

"For who? The target wasn't there!" She exclaimed.

"No." Loki mused. " But her associates were. And besides. It's not like I singled you out."

"But you did!" She yelled.

Her voice thankfully didn't carry past the confines for the car.

But Loki was losing his patience with her outburst.

"Raise your voice to me again, kitten and.." he paused. Head tilted. He stilled.

She had flinched. Hard. Even now she ducked her head as if he were going to strike her.

Was he? He took evaluation of himself. His voice had taken a deadly tone for sure. Eyes had surely grown cold and sharp. But his hand wasn't raided as if to strike.

The car stopped in front of the bunker and Loki got out of the car without a word.

Leaving her there ducked in the corner. Her hands held up over her head in surrender and protection.

He thought about that more than he would have liked.

She was…. Growing in him. He was growing to like this woman and he didn't want this. Didn't care to see where things could lead. He didn't want this.

The next night at the club he found another woman to dance for. Some random stranger the other men had picked for him. A pretty blonde thing that had a sash on claiming it was her birthday. The girl had gone wild as predicted.

But her? She'd spent the night nursing her drinks. Playing her part but not really.

Back at the tower.

Loki found her again in the fridge. The light illuminated through her thin top showing her dark silhouette.

He said nothing to her as he fixed his drink from the wet bar.

She huffed a sigh but said nothing either as she fixed a bowl of cereal.

He felt her eyes on him briefly at least twice.

"What kitten?" He finally asked. Tired of the beating around the bush acting she was pulling.

She sighed heavily, putting her spoon down. "It's nothing." She muttered.

"I beg to differ." He groaned. Almost seething.

For some reason this woman had gotten under his skin. And it bothered him.

"Look.. Really it's nothing." She muttered again. "Just drop it."

Loki starred her down. He moved to the table and sat across from her. Crossed arms and a calculating stare.

"What?" She groused.

"Who was it?" He asked calmly.

She refused to answer. Just finished eating. Again he asked. She kept quiet and stood to go out of her bowl.

The third time he demanded to know.

"No one!" She finally yelled.

His eyes narrowed.

She stood by the sink. Her eyes were hooded and wet. "It was an ex, okay. He got mean when he drank." She finally admitted.

Loki sat there quiet and thinking.

"I'm.." he started.

"Don't" she stopped him.

They remained quiet between them for a moment.

"Goodnight Loki." She muttered and left him to think at the table.

Days passed again at the club.

Loki sighed. He stood in the corner of the back room with the other men of The Lions Den.

"Hey what's up man?"

One of the younger men asked him.

He simply took a sip of his drink and sighed. "Nothing."

The kid shrugged. "Alright if you wanna talk though."

"You're familiar with having a woman as a friend?" Loki asked suddenly.

The kids chuckled. "Loaded question."

"Whatever. What do you do when she's pissed at you?" Loki asked, irritated at the implications.

"Flowers."

"Sex and chocolate."

"Leave her alone."

"No, that is stupid TRI and communicate with her."

Several answers from the others chimed in all at once.

Kassandra came to the door and knocked on the frame.

"Alright boys. All our favorite regulars are here. Including the big spenders. So play it nice and dirty. Oh and Mischief."

Loki looked up.

"Your favorite is here too. The young one. Like the sea breezes. She's looking a little down tonight. Maybe find a way to cheer her up."

He nodded to the older woman before she disappeared.

He saw her at the table. Her silk top was sheer and draped across her front. The black pants shimmered under the lights. Her drink in hand. He strode slowly to the beat over to her.

(Permission ro James)

He timed it just right to where he bent and held out his hand to her. Asking.

Through his lashes, he watched her.

As he stood in front of her, she felt put on the spot, but she put her drink down and slipped her hand into his.

Lifting and spinning her till her back was to him Loki held her.

" I want to say something but I want only you to hear." He husked into her ear that was free of the ear mic.

She swallowed and whispered, "go ahead."

Swaying suggestively to the beat with his hand on her stomach he knocked her feet apart slightly.

"Not here. Hold on, kitten." He growled in a low breath.

Before she could respond she was knocked forward.

Bent at the waist he rocked behind her.

The crowd whooped and hollered.

Bringing her back against him. Loki smirked when she chuckled.

He sat her back down and moved to the rhythm causing the women to whoop again.

As the song ended he spun her chair to face away from the stage and dipped her low to the floor making her grab hold of him and laugh. "There. My mission is complete for the night."

She giggled when he sat her back up.

He stood and bright her hand up to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles.

" Until later "

Before he could fully walk away, the MC Kassandra came over to him in the darker room and whispered something to him. He eyed her for a moment then chuckled deeply.

She smiled and gave the young woman a wink before turning from them both and twirling her mic as she took the stage again to introduce a new act.

Loki bent low at the waist and held his hand out.

"Seems we have a benefactor intent on sailing this particular ship in her words. A private room has been set aside for our use. If you would care to, that is."

Her heart pounding heavy in her chest she chewed on her bottom lip. " Maybe?"

Loki slinked around the chair and table like a cat before sitting down across from her.

"Make no assumptions, my dear. I don't play games and there are no maybe when it comes to me. It's yes or no. You say yes and I'll show you things you've never even dreamed of. No and I'll respect that and we'll go our separate ways. What'll it be?"

His eyes never left hers. Hard and light with a flame that burnt her to her very core.

She knew she should say no. He was nothing but trouble.

But something was drawing her to him. Something she couldn't explain.

"Lead the way." Her own voice surprised her. Low and slightly husked. Nothing like the squeaky mouse she usually portrayed.

The room was darkened and small. But not overly so. The couch at the far end was soft and cushioned. The table held a bucket of ice and a bottle of wine. Two glasses sat empty next to it. The door was blocked by a heavy curtain much like the front of the club. Once inside, kitten moved quickly to pour herself a glass of wine. Dowing in in one gulp she sighed. Loki chuckled darkly.

"You seem nervous pet.,"

"Ha.. yeah a little."

He stalked slowly around the table towards her.

When he got close she looked up at him through her lashes.

The glass was still in her hand. He easily skipped it from her grasp and set it down. His fingers trailed lightly back up her arm.

"There really is no need."

"No?"

He shook his head slowly as he backed her towards the couch step by step.

When the back of her knees touched the couch she muttered something but he didn't catch it as she fell the short distance. Now sitting, Loki towered over her.

He crept closer like a tiger on his prey.

Her fingers dug into the soft cushion of the couch as he carded his fingers through her hair and gently brushed his lips against hers.

Not a full kiss. But the breath of one. Just the faintest touch.

She groaned. Wanting more.

In the next instant he had her. Hair pulled just enough to feel good, head tilted back and his lips on hers. The kiss was unlike any other she had experienced. Then again he was a god. The god of mischief had his tongue dancing with hers this very moment. She flamed at the thought.

His hands moved through her hair and to her shoulders. Down to her body. "Last chance." He muttered against her.

She pulled him in to kiss him again. Her tongue swirls around his in an attempt to show him she was okay with this.

He should feel her trying to sit further up on the couch. To reach him better. Getting the idea Loki pulled back and actually stepped aways.

Letting her catch her breath Loki poured himself a drink and watched her over the glass as he drank.

"Had enough?" She huffed.

He chuckled. Amused that she was getting bold now.

Walking back towards her Loki smirked.

To his surprise she stood from the couch and took hold of his collar. She pulled him down for a kiss as she turned him and backed them up until he was sitting in her place.

He felt her straddle him and then she pulled back. Now almost taken aback by her own boldness.

His hands moved to her back and she leaned in to capture her lips again.

They stayed like that for a moment more. Exploring. Tasting.

Her body pressed against his. Soft curves giving way to hard plains. And then she felt him. Pressed against her core. When she brushed down against him she could feel his grip on her tighten.

When she did this intentionally a couple of times he nipped at her lip.

"Do that again and you will pay the price pet."

She sat back in his lap and licked at her lip where he got her. Her eyes hooded.

It took everything in his power not to spread her before him on the table and take her for himself. And he could. She would let him, he knew. But he waited.

She seemed to be thinking. Deep in her own thoughts until Loki shifted under her weight.

"Shit! I'm sorry." She immediately apologized and started to move off.

Loki pulled her back up against his chest and held her there.

"Why are you sorry?"

She fussed with the collar of his shirt and chewed on her lip. Shrugging.

"I dunno… my weight it um.. doesn't bother you?"

His look of disbelief and annoyance made her stop.

"Who.. never mind. No and don't ever think of that pet.

The look sure gave Loki was confused.

"Do you trust me?"

She gave him an odd look.

He returned her look with one of his own. "Well if not." As he spoke he started to move her off of his lap.

"Wait wait. I do. I do trust you." She grabbed a hold of his biceps to keep her center and laughed a little as she answered.

He let his body relax back into the couch with her in his lap. His hands rested gently on her thighs.

"Well.. I trust you. Should I not?" She asked.

He chuckled. Forgoing his usual answer. " It's nothing. I ask that for this reason."

He leaned up and kissed her gently.

Just a slow and easy kiss that left her saying simply "oh."

"Actually." He husked. His need for her grew the more he restrained himself.

"You want more than that?" She whispered.

He nodded slowly.

"Show me. All of it. Show me what you really want from me Loki. " She grew bold as she spoke. Her voice shook. Her hands shook as well .

He growled. She was shaking. He actually growled as he pulled her body closer to him. Molding her to him.

His hands moved from her legs to her hips. Pulling her closer.

Suddenly he stood. Holding her to his body.

Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. Ankles hooked to keep her there.

Suddenly she felt the presence of the car behind her. Breaking from the hungry kiss, she gasped.

"What the.." she questioned.

"Taking you, in that place. Didn't seem right. I had a better idea. In fact I still have a better one. "

He smirked.

A short sizzle of magic trailed through the air as they disappeared.

This time they appeared in a darkened room.

Only then did she notice the difference in herself.

He set her on her feet and turned a light on.

The silk and sheer nightie she now had on surprised her. "Um excuse me?"

She toyed with the long edge of the gold ribbon tied at the front.

Emerald in color with gold accents. She smiled.

"Thought you'd want something more comfortable." He responded with a wink.

"I thought you couldn't use magic?" She questioned.

All Loki did was shrug with a knowing smile.

She hummed in agreement.

He approached her now. His eyes were dark.

A smile still played upon his lips. "Tell me kitten. Is this still what you want?"

When he got close enough she reached out for him. Her fingers fisting in his shirt collar. Lips and tongues collided.

His hands found purchase at her bare hips.

All at once she was overwhelmed. Loki. The silk sheets under her. The nightie still tied and bunched up at her waist.

Skin on skin. Fire and ice. She found it strange only for a moment. He was at first cool to the touch. But warmed with contact. Her skin was hot and too tight.

He sent her mind reeling at the places he could reach with his touch. His long fingers coaxed her insides in ways she never dreamed.

His mouth never left her skin.

She moaned aloud. No fear of being heard.

Her second release on his fingers alone was enough to shatter his tentative self control.

Sheathing himself in one swift motion. Causing them both to gasp and moan.

"Still so tight kitten." He moaned in her ear.

Making her chuckle. The act itself caused her to moan again. Her eyes crickled shut at the corners.

He hovered on top of her. She felt him lick his bottom lip and huff in her ear.

"Are you alright if I.." the question he started was left unfinished as she moved her leg to open herself up more for him.

Loki felt his cock sink further into her heat.

The motion followed by her kissing lightly at his throat before nipping just a little. "If you don't start movin."

His quick thrust stopped her words.

Hands grasped at sheets and each other.

The night was spent full of heavy breaths and panting. Magic sizzling in the air and chuckles from both.

Late that night.

The two stood in the kitchen.

A large mixing bowl was on the table and various ingredients for banana pudding were spread across the surface.

"Loki stop.."she giggled. His hands caressed the expanse of her exposed thigh.

"I can't seem to help myself." He mumbled in her ear. As he wrapped his arms around her.

The light suddenly flicked on.

"Oh gross you two. We eat in here, come on."

Tony's voice followed the blinding light.

"Tony stop. We aren't doing anything." She groused at him.

Tony didn't seem to look up from his phone. He simply shook his head disapprovingly.

"Just keep the games outta the common areas kids. I mean it."

The lights went back out and the two were left alone again.

"That was.."

"Awkward."

Both chuckled in exasperation. Loki went back to his exploration. While she went back to her mixing.

"Oh my.. Loki. Stahp." Her voice trailed off with a chuckle.

"Hey.. incoming.. stop whatever weird stuff is going on." Another voice interrupted the dark.

"Ohmygawd. Shit.. okay. Um hi."

The couple in the kitchen quickly stepped apart like they had when Tony had interrupted.

This time the light came on and revealed Bucky.

He stopped mid step when he saw the two.

He seemed to be stuck in thought.

Eyes shifting between the two and the bowl on the counter.

Bucky pointed to the bowl. "That mine?"

She nodded with a small smile.

"Yes. Soon as it's done. Fresh batch."

Then he pointed between the two of them. "This. New?"

She nodded again.

"Right.. huh."

He thought for a moment.

Bucky moved to the fridge and pulled out the current batch and went to leave.

"Oh. Hey."

They both looked up.

"She hurts, so do you."

"Right." Loki answered just as the soldier left them alone.

Days passed.

"So. Here's what we got from the mission. You two did good."

Tony paced the room as he spoke.

"Also. To avoid any more surprises.. Those two are together. And go."

"What?!"

"Knew it"

"Aw!"

The woman in the room seemed to speak at once, same as Clint.

"Together?! And you're allowing this?" Clint burst.

"Excuse me. Allowing?" She piped up.

" They are grown Barton. I'm not anyone's parent." Tony snarked in answer to his outburst.

Bruce remained quiet as the room exploded.

As the two men continued, Wanda bent over the table and "psst" to Loki.

" Don't break her heart please. I'd hate to have to get my hands dirty."

" I don't mind it." Nat bent over as well.

"Right." He sighed in answer.

With a small flourish he held his hand out to the young woman beside him.

The departure of the two went unnoticed by the two men arguing.

Later that day she found herself alone briefly.

"Are you sure about this?"

She was startled at the question.

"Him? Why him?"

"Sorry?" She seemed surprised.

He seemed angered all the more asking each question.

"I didn't think I needed to explain my personal choices. Or defend them against anyone." She put her book down and looked the older man in the eye.

"I'm not saying that kid. Just be careful. Loki is.."

" I know Who Loki is. And was. But that is not who he is now." Her eyes narrowed and she kept her voice calm but firm.

"Kid. I just.." He spoke again.

"Mr Banner. I thank you for looking out for me. But please. I'm not a kid. I've not been a kid anymore for a while now. Y'all just see me like I am because I'm young. But I know what I'm doing with Loki. So please. Just stop." She stood from her chair and moved to walk past the scientist.

Loki himself stood in the hall. She met him with a kiss and they walked away arm in arm.

[tenebriism]

GETTING TO KNOW YOU.

respond to the following prompts out of character. then, tag others that you'd like to get to know a little bit better!

ROLEPLAYER NAME: Christina / Tina

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: She/her!

MUSE NAME: // gently gestures towards Muse List.

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: It depends on the day. If I'm at work (which I am most of the week), I can't easily access Discord since it's blocked on the work computers and using our phones is grounds for suspension. So, as long as folks can be PATIENT and not spam me, Discord is the preferred medium. Otherwise, Tumblr IMs are okay, too!

EXPERIENCE: I've been writing pretty much all my life, but on Tumblr, I'd say I've been here... almost 10 years, if I've not already reached a decade?

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: I adore fluff mainly. Too much angst makes things feel forced, and I don't like writing strictly negativity or tense situations. It's just not realistic, no matter how tragic a character's life/backstory is. I love fluffy interactions, I love writing domestic moments, and I love writing big developments. Moments that kind of... shift the dynamic and the world we're building together.

PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS:

People who are always negative, or who take things so personally to the point it becomes ridiculous. Vague posting, constant complaining, whining, etc... it gets to be too much sometimes, especially if it's untagged. We're here to write and to bond and vibe; how people manage to add melodramatics and high school drama to this, too, is beyond my realm of understanding.

Making big ship/dynamic decisions without asking me first. There's a difference between something being a surprise (like a marriage proposal), and just flat out moving forward with a big plot point without coming to me to see if I'm okay with it, because my muse(s) very well might not be, and I won't hesitate to state this (it kills the motivation, honestly). Roleplaying involves two, sometimes more people; this isn't a fanfiction, so all parties involved should be considered. Some of my muses don't want children, some of my muses aren't okay with sex, etc, etc. Communication, folks. It's not that hard, and most of the time, I'll be okay with it! Just ask first.

Constantly making blogs for muses and then abandoning said blogs, or remaking blogs multiple times a year. It's okay to want a fresh start from time to time, or to want to pick up a new muse, but I'm not about to keep switching up my tags because you need a new URL every 3 months, and I'm not gonna keep following if I notice you have a graveyard of abandoned blogs.

PLOTS OR MEMES: I'm not the BEST at plotting, especially if it's someone I've not been writing with for a long time, so honestly, memes are a bit easier for me to work off of. It gives me something to work with right from the start, and we can build from there and mold it as we go.

LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: It depends on my motivation. I tend to take a very long time with my lengthier threads, so I like to balance it out with shorter threads, here and there, just to keep the muse flowing.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Motivation tends to hit while I'm at work, annoyingly enough, but typically, late at night works best for me. It's when I'm most active, since I literally stay up all night, lmfao.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: Some of them, yes. Others? Not even remotely close.

tagged by: @serabellyms ;; Thanks, hun! tagging: @hyaciiintho, @ironbloodcd , @box-of-characters , @seeasunset , @r3ys-malt3s3 , @mystiic , @inyvat , and anyone else this may interest!

[thesakuragarnet]

Flecks of Gold (A DabiHawks oneshot/drabble for Hawks' Birthday 2023)

Summary: Dabi realizes he is falling in love with Hawks & Hawks realizes Dabi is teaching him to love himself.

THIS WORK HAS SOME (But not a lot) 18+ THEMES!

Non-Spicy Tags: DabiHawks, pining, fluff, soulmates (perhaps??), making out, first kiss, domestic fantasization, light angst, HPSC is the root of all evil, this might feel like two separate stories but anyway that's okay, swearing

Word Count: 1,433 words

Spicy Tags: enemies with benefits, mentions of/allusions to s3ggsual activity

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Something was happening to Touya Todoroki...but he didn't know what. He didn't know why his mind was swimming and something that was long forgotten was thumping against his ribcage, almost like it was demanding to beat right out of his chest. He didn't know why he felt empty when a new presence slipped away into the night. He didn't know why the moment he saw this..."new presence" he felt as if his entire center of gravity had shifted.

The so-called "new presence" was none other than the Number Two Pro Hero of Japan...Hawks. Hawks was the League's mole. The one who was supposed to be infiltrating the heroes and providing insider information...though Dabi had his suspicions and wasn't supposed to get...attached. He was more than attached at this point.

Dabi found himself overanalyzing every aspect of Hawks down to the most minute of details...and he found that...he...he loved him. Truly, that's what this new feeling was. He loved the way he laughed after making the stupidest of jokes; the sound was full and hearty and titillating, kissing his ears. He loved the way that light reflected off of his crimson feathers, streams shining brightly through vanes. He loved the way that Hawks held himself with such confidence that it was borderline intimidating; he never wavered his posture, never backed down from a challenge, no matter if his foe was three times his size. He loved the way that the sun highlighted the flecks of gold in Hawks' honey-colored eyes, pools of glistening amber practically glowing. But most of all, he loved the way Hawks caressed him...made him feel...cherished unlike any other. He hadn't expected to feel anything...given his condition. Yet, somehow, Hawks made him feel so much...inside and out. He made stars dance across his vision. He made everything...make sense.

Dabi felt as if their souls were tied together in an inexplicable bond. It was impenetrable...inseverable...it was wrong...but oh so right. He knew it was different the moment their relationship moved...beyond professional.

...

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"Well, are you gonna kiss me or not?"

The words rang around like alarm bells in Dabi's head as the Pro Hero wagged an eyebrow flirtatiously, egging him on. Dabi gulped, sweat beading on his brow as he found himself in quite a precarious situation. Here he was, trying to intimidate the Pro Hero, and now, he was speechless. He had Hawks pinned against the wall of the warehouse after a spat, black painted fingernails digging into the soft flight jacket, bunching it up on the Pro's shoulders; their faces were mere inches apart.

"Am I gonna have to make the first move? Really?" Hawks huffs, eyelids heavy and taunting, almost like he's unimpressed. Dabi's mouth is dry, and he starts stuttering, words falling from his lips before they can stop them.

"I-I'm sorry?" He blurts, unsure exactly what he's apologizing for or if he's just not sure what the Pro said. Hawks' gaze softens before slow realization spreads across his face.

"Oh...never kissed anyone before, have you?" Hawks muses, and Dabi's eyes stare at the floor, suddenly significantly more flustered. His breath catches in his throat, his heart stuttering when he feels a feather touch the tip of his nose, bringing him back to reality. Cerulean pools melt into flecks of gold.

"I'll lead then, firefly," Hawks whispers, the pet name sending shivers down Dabi's spine as the leather-gloved hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Dabi lets his eyes flutter shut, and he almost swoons when he feels Hawks kissing him, soft lips brushing against the unburned skin on his top lip where he hasn't lost all sensation.

The villain groans into the hero's mouth, completely succumbing to the throbbing sensation in his gut; he feels it boiling in his blood and pumping through his veins. He wants this fleeting feeling to last an eternity. He wants his sworn enemy to wrap him up in those strong arms and vast wings and hold him forever. Dabi melts into Hawks' grip, stoic facade crumbling into smoldering ash as he kisses him back. He sees white behind his closed eyelids, his heart pounding and his vision blurring as his mind fills with distorted illusions. Illusions of him being happy. Delusions of sharing a life with the Pro Hero. They all come slamming into him at once without warning, almost as if it's meant to be. Hawks coming home from his Pro Hero day-job to Dabi, who would've burned dinner twice already and had been in the middle of ordering take-out. Dabi wouldn't be such a hardened villain. It was such a silly concept...to think that with one kiss it was like his soul had been bonded forever. Maybe he'd drank more whiskey this morning than he thought.

Suddenly, the spell is broken as Hawks' lips slowly move away, but Dabi feels like the breath is being stolen from his lungs. He lurches forward, scarred palms caressing the side of the Pro's face, fingers brushing against stubble as he pulls him back in and kisses him passionately. Dabi doesn't want this moment to end. He wants to lose himself in this twisted heavenly game that he's found himself playing. Hawks smiles into the kiss, chuckling softly as the sounds muffle in his throat, and he slips his tongue into the villain's mouth. Dabi freezes, but allows it, pleasure building deep inside when he feels Hawks' tongue gliding against his own.

Dabi feels like he's drowning in the sweetest way possible. He craves more. He craves it forever. He craves Hawks forever.

After an eternity, the kiss ends, and Dabi finds himself staring into those gorgeous golden eyes once again. The eyes that captivated him. The eyes that ensnared him in this precarious situation in the first place. Dabi is speechless, staring open-mouthed as a shit-eating grin forms on the hero's lips.

"Am I that good of a kisser?" Hawks teases with a wink. Touya Todoroki watches the thick eyelashes flutter, almost in slow motion. He could swear even those had flecks of gold within them.

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The words scroll across Hawks' brain, unable to find hold anywhere within the curves and folds. He simply didn't know how to respond. Suddenly, the suave, cunning persona the HPSC had been hammering into him was at a loss...and all because Dabi had asked a sarcastic question.

"What's your favorite color?"

Hawks racked his brain. Surely the Commission had an answer for such a juvenile question. Surely they would've given him an answer to say to such a basic quality. Surely they-

"Hawks?"

The hero blinks back to reality, sitting up straighter on the League's couch as Dabi idly lounges on the other end, his legs draping across the Pro's lap, boots idly hanging off the arm of the couch.

"Do you not have one?" Dabi snorts, only partially caring as he puts his arms behind his head.

"Don't know," Hawks mutters, and Dabi raises an eyebrow.

"What do you mean you don't know?" The villain blurts, a little surprised. The hero clears his throat, feathers ruffling a little bit. He remains silent. The words sound wrong.

"I don't know," Hawks repeats, louder.

"Like you can't decide?" Dabi mumbles, and Hawks remains stock still.

"Does the Commission really control you that much, birdie?" Dabi snorts, half-joking, but the dark look that crosses Hawks' eyes gives confirmation.

"Well, is there a color that you like looking at?"

Hawks makes the connection much faster than he anticipated the moment his eyes find Dabi's. Those ocean-blue pools of cerulean seem to stare into his very soul. They stare right through him, stripping him bare, naked and exposed, mentally, emotionally, and physically. The eyes that shone in the moonlight...that incomparable cobalt that reflected the waters in the harbor by the warehouse. The way his azure flames flickered in those eyes. It was exhilarating. Truly, that was Hawks' favorite color. Nonetheless, all those explanations seem too convoluted in Hawks' mind for Dabi to understand, so he merely answers:

"Blue."

Dabi's suspicious gaze seems to melt, and Hawks feels that warmth blooming in his chest once again that he fought so hard to ignore. The indescribable feelings that the HPSC had fought so hard to stifle over the years. Hawks wasn't allowed to love...and yet...here he was. Opening himself up. In the beginning, he had just been seducing Dabi for information, but...now...it's different. This exchange seems so meaningless...but...to Hawks...it means everything. Someone is trying to get to know Keigo Takami...not Hawks.

Dabi breathes a whisper as he stares deeply into his lover's eyes:

"Mine is gold."