#if this had anybody elses name on it rolling stone would not give it a 100 lets be real

[free-piza]

okay it's been 24 hours now and i really gave it my all but i just don't find this album interesting, lyrically or musically :/

[salemshotspot]

Hey there! I love how you write some niche pairings like Shawn Michaels/Stone Cold, so I wanted to know if, once you're done with your WIPs could I pleaseee request Shawn Michaels/Triple H. Angst with happy ending or jealous/possessive!Triple H but still with a happy ending! Thanks!! 💕

NO FEELING QUITE LIKE IT

Shawn Michaels x Triple H

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

DESC: After seeing the way Shawn treats his friends Hunter fears Shawn doesn't love him in the way he once thought

WARNINGS: Not Proof Read//Characters Acting Out Of Character//Angst With A Happy Ending//Arguments//Relationship Insecurity//Jealously//Small Hint At A Past Bad Relationship//Generic Pet Names//Smoking//Possessive Behaviour//Crying//Reassurance//Hints At Fears Around Not Being Good Enough

A/N >> I AM ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH THIS ASK ANON I HOPE I’VE DONE YOUR REQUEST JUSTICE!

TAGS: anon @prettyboymichaels-ao3 @outsiderswolfpac

Enjoy!

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Shawn Michaels didn't earn the title 'the heartbreak kid' for nothing; he was overly flirtatious by nature and everyone knew it. This was why when Shawn and Hunter made their relationship official everyone was surprised; they didn't think Shawn had it in him to settle down with anybody, especially somebody as reserved as Hunter. Despite the boisterous manner in which Hunter acted in the ring, behind the scenes he was one of the most private, self-contained individuals anybody could have the pleasure of meeting; Shawn on the other hand was a different story. Shawn was every bit as provocative and as playful backstage as he was in the ring and Hunter couldn't help but resent Shawn for it, he’s his boyfriend, why is he flirting with everyone he comes into contact with when his boyfriend is stood right next to him?

Hunter wasn’t even supposed to be working today, he finally had his first day off in a long time, he finally had a day where he didn’t have to spend countless hours cutting promos and taking blows in the ring. However, Hunter couldn’t spend a day away from work if his life depended on it, it just so happened that the one day he had off work was the day would be the day his boyfriend Shawn would flutter his pretty little eyelashes at Hunter and ask him to drive him to and from work as his car needed a new tyre that wouldn’t be ready in time for him to drive himself to work; and of course Hunter couldn’t say no to Shawn no matter how hard he tried. Since it was a waste of both gas and time Hunter decided he’d just spend his day backstage while he waited to drive Shawn home since he really had nothing better to do; yet here Shawn was, throwing Hunter’s kindness back in his face as he fawned over Chyna and anybody else that would give him as much as a sideways glance.

Hunter had had it, he promised himself that after his last relationship he wouldn't dedicate his soul to somebody who made him feel like he was only kept around because he had a surface level use; he couldn't put himself through feeling unlovable, not again. Hunter's spiralling was quickly interrupted as Shawn, having just finished filming a promo, dramatically burst into the room Hunter was waiting for him in; flashing a toothy grin at the entirety of the roster who happened to be backstage. As Shawn's eyes scanned the room and landed on Chyna, Hunter's heart began to hurt as Shawn opened his mouth to speak; 'Chyna! Looking good' he excitedly announces, opening his arms for a hug 'come here sugar' he gently spoke, the words practically falling from his lips. Chyna dramatically rolled her eyes and gave Shawn a quick hug; Hunter couldn't focus on the conversation which Shawn had started with Chyna as his mind began to race; Shawn never hugged him like that, hell he was lucky if Shawn would acknowledge him half as much as he did anyone else the two worked with.

'Don't you think Hunter?' The drawl of Shawn's voice pulled Hunter from his thoughts once again and without thinking he harshly snapped back at the man with an abrupt 'what?' The manner in which Hunter replied caused Shawn to jump a little before repeating in a careful manner, 'I was just saying how good Chyna looks today, don't you agree?' Standing up to leave, Hunter sarcastically muttered in a defeated tone 'oh yeah Shawn she looks good enough to just take right here and now'; before either Shawn or Chyna could respond Hunter had left the room.

Fighting the tears threatening to form in his eyes Hunter forced his way out of the building, he had never felt so stupid, he's never felt so guilty but how did Shawn think he would react to him drooling over Chyna without even so much as an acknowledgment that his boyfriend, his boyfriend who at the drop of a hat agreed to spend the whole day waiting around his place of work just so he would have a ride home. Hunter let out a long, self-hating sigh as he shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a slightly crumpled cigarette; he promised himself he would stop smoking but he couldn't bring himself to not carry one cigarette 'just in case of an emergency' he always told himself. Lighting the cigarette with ease, Hunter brought it to his lips, taking a long drawn out drag, sliding down the wall he was leaning against as he exhaled, eventually leading to him sat on the floor. Hunter frowned and slowly shut his eyes, as good as it felt finally having a cigarette after so long, as much as he loved the feeling of his chest tightening, forcing him to let out a cough as his body was shocked by the reintroduction of nicotine into its system, Hunter couldn't help but feel his body loved nicotine more than Shawn had ever loved him and it broke his heart.

Before he had even gotten half way through his cigarette Hunter felt a figure cautiously set down next to him, reluctant to open his eyes Hunter simply sat and listened, it wasn't long before the figure revealed himself; 'I thought you quit' Shawn's voice announced. Taking another drag of his cigarette Hunter coldly responded with 'you? Having a thought about me? Well aren't I the lucky one?' Shawn went uncharacteristically quiet before questioning, 'what are you talking about?' 'What I am talking about?' Hunter shouted, his eyes snapping open to look at the man sat with him; 'you know exactly what I'm talking about Shawn.'

Hunter felt a pang of guilt strike his heart, he hated shouting, especially at Shawn, he could see his pupils decrease in size in fear as Hunter shouted. Swiftly readjusting his volume Hunter spoke again; 'don't play dumb with me Shawn please, I can't-' his voice trailing off as tears filled his eyes. Not wanting to be this vulnerable in front of Shawn, Hunter went to stand up and leave but before he could get up he felt Shawn's hand wrap around his wrist, gripping tightly in an attempt to stop him from leaving, 'Hunter please talk to me' Shawn begged, worry enveloping his voice. Sighing, Hunter sat back down and, in a distant, detached tone began; 'you want me to talk to you Shawn?' He sarcastically asked, 'how about we talk about the fact you're more than clearly waiting to leave me, is that something you want to talk about Shawn?' Hunter practically spat out.

Shawn was taken aback, he dramatically blinked as if it would help him hear Hunter better as there is no one in Shawn's mind that Hunter thinks he wants to leave him, he must've misheard him, he had to have misheard him. Almost certain this was a poor joke, Shawn nervously laughed, 'oh come on now Hunter you're being ridiculous', but the growing pain in Hunter's eyes told Shawn Hunter was anything but joking; in a whisper Shawn readjusted his tone, 'come on Hunter, you're killing me here, there's no way you seriously think I want to spend the rest of my life with anyone but you.' Hunter scoffed; 'oh yeah the way you fawn over, actually no, the way you drool over anybody with a pulse besides me, your supposed boyfriend? All the compliments that you throw at people while I have to practically beg you to acknowledge me?' Before Shawn could even comprehend the words which had fell from Hunter's lips, Hunter sarcastically added on, 'oh how lucky I am.'

A wave of guilt washed over Shawn, he knew he was an openly flirtatious guy with anyone who so much as looked at him but he didn't once realise he was neglecting his boyfriend at all, especially not to the point where the idea that Shawn no longer loved him had the chance to float into Hunter's mind. 'Hunter-' Shawn began, almost unsure what to say to make what must have been weeks of insecurity melt away, 'you're the first person I have ever truly loved and for that I'm sorry, I'm just so used to casually flirting with people I care about I never learnt how to show real love, intimate love, Hunter please', Shawn's voice suddenly grew desperate, his eyes suddenly glazed over with tears, 'please give me the chance to learn, let me make it up to you.'

Hunter couldn't stand seeing Shawn so panicked, so broken, without thinking he took Shawn's hand in his own, almost instantly grounding Shawn, bringing him back from his spiralling thoughts; 'Shawn please breathe' Hunter requested in a soft tone, 'I promise you I'm not leaving you, I love you, I love you so much but I'm just scared Shawn, seeing you act like this with other people just feels like a constant kick in the teeth that just shows me how much better you could do than me.'

With his fears slowly depleting, Shawn took Hunter's face in his hands, speaking with the upmost conviction in his voice; 'I will never for as long as I live even entertain the idea of devoting any part of me to anyone other than you Hunter, you're so much more than my entire world and if you ever feel as if I am anything other than in awe of the very ground you walk then I have failed my role as your boyfriend.'

Tearing up, laughing in relief, Hunter pulled Shawn into his chest, resting his chin on Shawn's head, the two men whispering affectionate words to each other. It was safe to say that for the rest of the day Shawn wouldn't let Hunter exist anywhere beside hanging off his arm, sure to tell anyone he came across how much he loved 'his drop dead gorgeous boyfriend', Shawn loved Hunter more than life itself and he was going to do everything in his power to never let Hunter forget that.

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A/N >> I'm sorry this took a while to get to, I'm not really sure if I like this, I'm doing my best to make it through all my requests so hopefully this was worth the wait :) Drop writing requests in my inbox and let me know if you want to be tagged/untagged in future fics

[outerbanksp4l27]

Tobias Eaton

WARNINGS - Language

Your divergent and your life begins now.

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“Mom just because I was born Amity doesn’t mean I’m gonna choose it.” You said as calm as you can.

“What would you chose then?! Abnegation is perfect and calm why would you want anything else!” She raised her voice at you, she never has before, “I’m sorry it’s just what would you choose?”

“I just want to see what my test says, we leave in minutes whatever it says I will most likely choose but if it’s Abnegation I won’t, mom this life I have here is boring and not for me something else will fit me, I know it.”

“Well you must get going, your brothers calling you.” You nod at your mother and walk towards the door.

“I love you mom” She says it back then you and your brother head out.

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You are on your way home and your mind is scrambling, your divergent. Your brother didn’t tell you his results, but you didn’t plan on telling anybody your results anyway the lady who took your test told you not too or lie about your results. Tomorrow you chose where you would go, you knew you didn’t want a boring life so tomorrow when you choose it will be adventurous.

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It’s the next day and you and your brother are nervous for the day. Your family walk in and take seats at the ceremony on choosing and they do there little peach and you roll your eyes. They start calling names. It’s goes a while before they call your brothers name “Luke Y/L/N”

You knew you were next, you watched your brother choose and he chose Erudite, “smart ass” you mumble.

“Y/n Y/l/n” You get up and your mom squeezes your hand as you leave your seat. You get down to the bottom and look at your options. You grab the knife and cut yourself then drop your blood into dauntless. Your parents gasped, but you didn’t care and you walked over to your “new people”.

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The choosing was over and all of dauntless ran out and you followed with them, cause you are now one of them. You run out and climb up to the train tracks and you have to jump on the train. “Well shit” you mumbled as you watch the train come and this girl Christina was next to you from Candor.

“True that, how the hell am I gonna jump on this” Christina said.

“Well we’re dauntless now I don’t think we have a choice unless you want to be factionless.” You said too her as the train in getting real close and you jump on without a thought. Christina followed you cause I don’t think her being factionless was her idea of a life. It wasn’t to anybody.

You are on the train and it takes a while before you notice the people getting ready and standing up so you do as well, then they jump out onto the roof of a building. “I’m guessing this is a good preview of what dauntless is gonna be like” you say right before you say screw it and jump out of the train, luckily you had a pretty good landing and didn’t hurt anything. After you land everyone huddles up around the edge of the roof where a huge hole is.

“So who’s jumping first?” Everyone but the dauntless born were a little shocked. You raised your hand.

“I’ll do it”you said without thinking twice. Some laughed behind you.

“A stiff jumping give me a break” Some ass Peter said from Candor. You ignored his comment and got up on the ledge and looked at the drop.

“You gonna jump or what we don’t have all day” one of the dauntless leaders said. And you jumped, landed on a net, you thought it was actually pretty fun. Then you feel the net move and somebody grabbing you, he is beautiful but is face is stone cold as he grabs you and takes you off the net.

“What you get pushed?” He said judging your outfit seeing your from amity.

“No” You said with an annoyed tone.

“Name?” He said.

“Y/n” You said.

“First jumper Y/n! Welcome to Dauntless Y/n” He said with a smirk.

Everyone else eventually jumped and got down here and they sent all born dauntless away since the already know the way around. “Most of the time I work in intelligence but during your training I’ll be your instructor, my names Four.”

“Four, like the number?” Christina said.

“Exactly like the number”. He said calmly.

“What happened 1-3 were taken?” Christina said with a chuckle.

You could tell he was annoyed with Christina, “What’s your name?”

“Christina” She said.

“Well Christina, the first lesson you learn from me is if you want to survive here, keep your mouth shut.” He said will a cold face a stern tone. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir” Christina said.

“Good, Follow me” Four gives you all a tour. And your life at dauntless begins.

Part 2 will be soon.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Maybe One Day (short story)

Previous: https://at.tumblr.com/residents-of-the-darkforest/empty-nest-syndrome-short-story/g78pw7r99nfv

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“So,” Alderstar squeaked,  then cleared his throat before going on. “So,” he said in a deeper voice, “we are in agreement?”

Myrtlewing, Hootpetal, and Grousemane sat with him in the centre of the den. Hootpetal lay on her belly with her paws tucked neatly beneath her. Myrtlewing sat casually, while beside him Grousemane rested on his one side, facing Alderstar with his paws stretching oddly upward. 

Alderstar had spoken with them after his talk with Myrtlewing. He was nervous, but now, knowing that Hootpetal and Grousemane were on the same stone, he was a whole different kind of nervous.

“I guess so,” Hootpetal replied.

“So how many this time?” Grousemane asked lazily, and in a tone that suggested he was about to make a stupid joke. “Maybe five kits? One for each of us plus two in case we lose some.”

Myrtlewing shoved him. “One is enough,” he stated firmly. “Maybe two. I draw the line at four.”

“Okay, Myrtlestar,” Alderstar scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

“Aw, new pet name?” Grousemane grinned teasingly.

“Shut it,” Myrtlewing told him, slapping his tail across Grousemane’s mouth. Grousemane swung out a paw and cuffed him gently around the ears.

“Toms, we’re losing focus,” Hootpetal broke into their scuffle. Alderstar blinked at her gratefully. 

“We don’t have to decide anything now,” he said, repeating Myrtlewing’s earlier words to him. “I would just feel better knowing what everybody else wants. I don’t want to pressure anyone. If anybody doesn’t want to, then–”

“Does anybody not want to?” Grousemane swept his tail over the others. “We kind of established a general ‘yes.’”

“It’s not like having an apprentice.” Alderstar had to know they were really sure. He knew that he was. 

“You do realize we have just finished raising five cats?” Myrtlewing interrupted. “I think we know what being a parent is.”

Alderstar dipped his head. “Fair enough. It’s just….how sure are we? I know we all miss little ones scurrying around us, but are we sure enough that when that feeling goes away, we’re still willing to care for someone else? I don’t want to care for someone if the only love I give them is projections from the kit that came before them. That wouldn’t be fair.”

“We’re not looking to adopt or make kits right now,” Myrtlewing reminded him. 

“Can’t we?” Grousemane began. Myrtlewing cut him off with a smack.

“We know that we all want more kits to take care of,” Myrtlewing continued. “When the feeling of loss goes away, we’ll talk again, see if these cravings are still there. If not, that’s it. But for now, we live in the present and save those worries for the future. Agreed?”

All three cats nodded. Alderstar sagged with relief, glad to have the tough talk over with.

“The way you have with words!” Grousemane praised. “Perhaps you should have been leader, Atropa.”

Whatever Myrtlewing’s response would have been was overtaken by a massive yawn. 

“Time for rest,” Hootpetal decided. Everyone murmured agreement. Silently, aside from the rustling of the moss beneath their feet, they settled into their nests. It wasn’t until then that Alderstar realized how tired he was. His anxiety had greatly dissipated. Nothing needed to be decided now, and by moving that decision, he would know more clearly if he really wanted it, or if he just wanted to cling onto the past. He was truly grateful to Myrtlewing. But there was one more thing he had to make sure of.

“Hey,” he whispered as Myrtlewing curled up between his front legs. “You never said what you want.”

“It doesn’t matter much to me,” Myrtlewing whispered back, face pressed into Alderstar’s chest.

“It’s a big decision, Myrtle, something you should want, not just me or the poly.”

“What makes you happy will make me happy,” Myrtlewing told him simply. Alderstar was perplexed by how easy such complex things could be for the brown tom. “If we get a kit and you love it, I will too.”

“Promise?”

“I loved Magpieshine, Perchclaw, Stonefern, Drizzlestare, and Treespall, didn’t I? None of them we even planned to have! Well, sort of.”

“So, if we were to adopt someone else one day….”

“We’ll talk about it again then.” 

Alderstar let himself sink into his mate’s fur, contently warm where he lay and where Hootpetal draped across his back. Grousemane, on his belly, stuck a toe onto Alderstar’s nose. “Hey, lovebirds, save it for when we’re awake!”

Alderstar rolled his eyes, but his mouth betrayed his amusement. Feeling Myrtlewing shake in his embrace, he knew the tom felt it just as funny–maybe more, as he didn’t have a smelly toe stuffed into his face.

They will talk about it again. And then....

One day.

Maybe.

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--A bit of a more goofy / hearty story.

--Grouse calls Myrtle ‘Atropa’ because it’s a poisonous plant and a enduring nickname. He was gonna call him ‘Cardinal’ (which can symbolize loyalty) but I figured that was too close to Alder’s nickname ‘Bird.’

--He’s double-checking with Myrtle because Grouse and Hoot made their feelings clear (they do crave more kits), whereas Myrtle is okay with doing whatever, so Alder wanted to make sure he’s not just agreeing to make them happy.

[joesoups-art-archive]

Stone Shadows Loss

(Original) (Completed) (+ Bonus Facts)

authors note: this is one of very few that i actually finished writing. there’s some aspects of this that i wouldn’t consider canon anymore and if given the chance to rewrite this i would. attached to the original we’re some facts i felt were interesting so enjoy those at the end! also i fact i forgot to mention in yesterday’s post is that after his mother’s death stone shadows had kids

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Stone Shadows lay on the cold stones staring out into the darkness of the void. He turned to see a young she wolf trying to fight Adder Tongue the she wolves’s name was Lily Branch she had only been training for a moon but Adder Tongue felt like she wasn’t going as fast as she wanted her to. Stone Shadows could remember his days training but the where many moons ago. He flickered into his memories he could remember his old life with his friends and his family one he could never erase.

Many Moons Ago...

“Look Stone these are your new brothers and sister” Violet gazed at Stone in pride “They look okay” Stone scoffed “Don’t be so rude Stone” Fawn snarled “This black and white one is Badger, the brown one is called Lark and the one with the stripe is Stripe” Violet smiled proudly “There okay names I guess” Stone rolled his eyes “I’m going to go hunt with Petal” Stone slowly edged back out the tree hollow glaring at the pups in disgust. 

“I don’t get it Fawn doesn’t he like his siblings” Violet sighed “He’s still grieving from his brother and father’s death just give him a little time” Fawn turned and started to make another nest out of moss and leaf scraps “Yes of course he’ll come around” Violet rested her head on the moss and drifted into sleep.

1 moon later...

“Stone Shadows, can you play with me?” Lark pushed a piece of moss in front of Stone Shadows with a small, plump brown paw “I don’t want to play with you Lark” Stone Shadows growled “Please Stone Shadow” Lark begged “I said no!” Stone Shadows hit the pup away causing her to fall to the ground with a small cry “Lark! Are you okay?” Violet licked Lark’s thick cheek fur “I just wanted to play” Lark whined. Stone Shadows watched in anger and disgust as Violet ushered Lark to her siblings who were play with Violet’s tail. Stone Shadows couldn’t stand it he had had enough.

That Moon High...

“I’ve had enough of those pups stealing Violet’s attention and time” Stone Shadows snarled to himself. Stone Shadows crept out the Oak tree hollow his grey fur gleaming in the moonlight. He slipped into the nursery not daring to press against the moss coated wall or he’d be heard for sure. He stood over Violet’s nest and he glared at the pups in disgust. He carefully picked the three pups up trying not to wake anybody up. His mouth was full and he felt like sneezing as Badger’s neck fur brushed against his nose how did the she wolves make this look so easy Stone Shadows growled. He slipped out the nursery grasping the pups in his jaw. He slowly padded along the clearing and through the log tunnel entrance. The forest was silent not a bird could be heard, no paw steps no nothing apart from the river that rushed past. Stone Shadows stood in front of the racing river he just glanced at the it and the foaming waves. It was almost dawn now Fox Star would be sending patrols out soon so he needed to hurry. I’m the only wolf Violet needs not anyone else Stone Shadows thought angrily before he loosened his jaw and Badger dropped into the river followed by Lark both woke up as they hit the cold water letting out high pitched howls calling for somebody to save them. “Lark! Badger!” Stripe cried “Now it’s your turn little pup” Stone Shadows laughed “Go swim!” Stone Shadows dropped Stripe into the river he flailed his paws around trying to stay afloat and he was washed away soon fading out of view. “Violet only needs me not you pups” Stone Shadows turned running through the oak forest slipping through the oak tunnel and slipping into the pup den just as the first flight of dawn chorus flown above the camp. Stone Shadows lay on his nest next to Petal Flame and he fell asleep he could sleep happily now since he had nobody to steal his attention from Violet he was now her full priority. 

At Dawn…

Stone Shadows awoke to the sound of the oak tunnel rattling from a returning patrol. “Stone Shadows you wanna see this” Petal Flame urged. Stone Shadows stretched his long body out across his nest before arising to his feet. He pushed his way through the other pups that gathered round the dens opening “Hey!” Squirrel Feather yapped as Stone Shadows stood on her small cream paw “Just get out my way next time” Stone Shadows snarled “Sorry Squirrel Feather he’s not the brightest dawn bird when he wakes” Petal Flame followed after Stone Shadows.

“No! Why?!” Violet lay crying putting her front paws round Badger and Lark pulling them close as if she thought if could hold them tight enough they’d come back “I’m sorry Violet but don’t worry you’ll see them again in the Stars” Fox Star said reassuring the sobbing she wolf “They’ll be up there with Robin and Dusk and they’ll get to meet all the wolves that passed on our journey here” added Grey Dawn “You’ll be strong and for you a gift from me I’d like to present you with your full name” Fox Star looked at the she wolf who turned her gaze from the cold lifeless pups to Fox Star “Your son can get there full name too” Fox Star nodded to Fawn who walked out the medic den holding Stripe in her jaws his thin coat drenched with water and a piece of seaweed hung from his foot. “Stripe?!” Violet cried with joy “Stripe your alive!” Violet lapped at Stripe’s wet messy fur “Violet!” Stripe pressed himself closer to Violet’s pelt “Violet would you like to receive your full name?” Fox Star stepped forward from her spot next to Fawn “I’d rather be remembered by my mate and passed pups by the name Violet than change it now” Violet insisted. Fox Star turned her gaze to Stripe “Stripe will you take your full name as a gift of your bravery and thanks to your survival instincts you were able to survive the traumatic events of dawn” Fox Star looked at the small wolf his fur still dripping wet with river water. “I’ll take my name” Stripe dropped his head looking at his paws as more wolves gathered around them “From this day forth you will now be know as Long Stripe” Fox Star touched Long Stripe’s head with her nose before stepping back next to Fawn. The crowd of wolves cheered celebrating for the new pup. 

“Impossible” Stone Shadows growled “How did he survive!” Stone Shadows stormed off racing to the oak tunnel and before he took a step into the tunnel he glared back at his brother and he then turned his head and walked off into the forrest. 

Stone Shadows peered into to gleaming waters staring at his reflection “He should have died” Stone Shadows snarled “Indeed he should” agreed a voice from behind “What who’s there” Stone Shadows spun around gazing at the trees and rocks “Come out and face me you coward” he bared his fangs ready for the approaching wolf but nobody came out “Look into the water” the voice snapped “You’ll see who your talking too”. Stone Shadows turned to the water it was as still as a piece of dead prey as it gleamed in the sunlight. Stone Shadows’s muscles tensed as a greenish grey she wolf with deep green eyes’s reflection appeared instead of his. Her green eyes pierced through him “You see me now don’t you young warrior” the she wolf teased “Who are you?” Stone Shadows asked again. The she wolf blinked at him not answering him “I said who are you!” Stone Shadows snapped “I know you what you said I’ll tell you in your dreams” The she wolf’s reflection faded “Come back and face me you coward!” Stone Shadows hit his reflection splashing water onto the shore “Stone Shadows there you are you stormed off earlier so I came to find you to see if you were okay” Petal Flame pushed her way through the bushes “Stag Leaf told us to go out hunting with Grey Dawn and Squirrel Feather” “I’m coming” Stone Shadows glanced back at the river unsurely and followed Petal Flame through the forest.

That Moonrise…

Stone Shadows lay in his nest Petal Flame snuggled up to him. He lay his head down and drifted to sleep. 

Stone Shadows felt cold stone ground beneath him and he could no longer feel Petal Flame’s warmth. He opened his eyes to rocks, darkness and a blood curdling cry. Stone Shadows lifted himself from the ground. Two wolves were fighting in front of a high rock were a she wolf sat watching them fight. One of the wolves let out a cry as the other wolf sunk his fangs into his ear “Snow Drift stop crying” The she wolf hissed with annoyance. The she wolf looked at Stone Shadows who stood watching the wolves fight. “Fight Over!” The she wolf howled leaping down from the rock and she walked over to Stone Shadows. Stone Shadows recognised the she wolf straight away “It’s you again” Stone Shadows hissed “Yes it is me” the she wolf smiled “And my name is Adder Tongue” Stone Shadows looked around the rocky area “Where am I?” “Oh your in the My kingdom of darkness or you surface wolves call it the void were bad wolves go when they die” Adder Tongue liked her scared fur “What do you want with me?” Stone Shadows growled “What I want no no no it’s what you want you want the attention of your mother and I can help you you can learn to kill those around you every time you slip into sleep you’ll reside here and you can train alongside Fir Bristle and Snow Drift” Adder Tongue looked into the darkness above as her ears twitched “So how about that?” Stone Shadows thought it over for a moment I could have Violet’s attention again he thought “You have a deal” Stone Shadows smiled “Goodbye for now Stone Shadows” Adder Tongue whispered. 

Stone Shadows woke up in his nest Petal Flame lay curled up next to him. Stone Shadows sat up and walked to the edge of the den. The sky was orange, pink and blue and the dawn chorus flew over the camp. The air was ice cold around the camp and Stone Shadows could see Violet washing Long Stripe’s fur in the nursery his fur prickled with fury. “You won’t be in my way for long” Stone Shadows felt a smile creep across his face imagining Long Stripe dead.

Moons later...

Stone Shadows lounged around on his nest waiting for Petal Flame’s patrol to return from a hunting trip. The oak tunnel rattled as a patrol returned Stone Shadows happily walked to the dens entrance but he stopped dead in his tracks as he looked into the clearing “Violet is dead and she died defending Long Stripe and her pack in a battle against a bear may she be mourned this sunset” Stag Leaf lay Violet in the middle of the clearing for pack mates to grieve. “No” Stone Shadows whimpered he felt tears well in his eyes he ran out of the den through the tunnel and into the forest.

“No! She can’t be dead Long Stripe should have died!” Stone Shadows swiped and struck his paw against a tree “Stone Shadows?” Petal Flame poked her head round a tree “I’m sorry for your lose” Petal Flame sat next to Stone Shadows “But with every lose you gain something new” Petal Flam’s Eyes sparkled in the sunlight “What do you mean?” Stone Shadows sniffed “Stone Shadows I’m expecting pups!” Stone Shadows felt his grief fade away and he was filled with joy.

Sunsets later...

For some time now Stone Shadows had trained with Adder Tongue and the others in her kingdom of darkness. He was strong and had learned the strongest attacks that you would never learn as an apprentice while you were training. Stone Shadows sat in his nest listening to the crows calling outside “Stone Shadows!” Grey Dawn cried. Stone Shadows sprang to his feet as Grey Dawn burst into the den “The pups are coming!” Grey Dawn looked panicked and worried but still she followed Stone Shadows to the medic den. Snow had fallen down meaning it was Snow Cough season but the cold didn’t worry Stone Shadows. 

Petal Flame lay on her nest panting eyes closed two pups lay nuzzled against her belly one sat at her tail limp and cold. “How is she?” Stone Shadows looked to Fawn Whistle “She’s not doing so well she’s showing signs of Snow Cough and she’s exhausted and she still has a pup to deliver” Petal Flame felt a ripple of pain along her flank as a final small slimy body joined its siblings. Petal Flame’s head fell barely being able to even look at the pups that nuzzled against her belly. “Will she be okay?” Stone Shadows sniffed “It’s hard to say” Fawn Whistle said guiding the pups the his mother “Your a father nonetheless” Fawn Whistle smiled stepping back and laying down in her nest “They’re beautiful” Stone Shadows licked a small she wolf’s ginger head “I think you’ll make great warriors some day”. Stone Shadows rested his head next to Petal Flame and drifted to sleep. 

Stone Shadows felt the stones and darkness fade as he woke up from his nightly visit to Adder Tongue’s kingdom he felt something cold press against his pelt he turned his sleepy head to Petal Flame to see her still and cold like the frozen forest “Petal Flame? Petal Flame?!” Stone Shadows nudged her pale brown head “Fawn Whistle!” Stone Shadows howled. Fawn Whistle half asleep walked to Stone Shadows “What’s wrong” she said sleepily “It’s Petal Flame she won’t wake up!” Dawn Whistle pressed her paw on Petal Flame’s flank for a few moments before she brung her paw back “She slipped away in her sleep during the night” Fawn Whistle sighed. Stone Shadows felt his stomach fill with dread and his heart shatter “Are the pups okay?!” Stone Shadows sniffed “There fine but one never made the night either” Fawn Whistle picked the three small sleeping pups “I’ll need to give them to a she wolf in the nursery” Fawn Whistle stepped out the den leaving Stone Shadows alone “Petal Flame!” Stone Shadows said pressing his head into her fur “You were all I had left!”.

The news swept through the camp of Petal Flame and the young she pup that passed Stone Shadows was first to grieve he would have loved to have raised all his pups with Petal Flame by his side but it was all gone. “You’re pups are doing well” Fawn Whistle smiled “Come see them they are with Striped Fur and her pups Rabbit Pup and Fish Pup” Fawn Whistle and Stone Shadows walked into the nursery “I’m sorry what happened to Petal Flame and your pup but the others are safe now” Striped Fur smiled “What will you be naming them?” Fawn Whistle nudged him “Oh Names...” Stone Shadows thought hard for a moment “I..i..I’ll name the ginger she wolf Sunny Pup and the grey furred Male I’ll name him Grey Pup and the pale brown pup I’ll name her Petal Pup” Stone Shadows felt tears of joy looking at his pups “Those are beautiful names” Striped Fur said licking Storm Pup’s head. “Violet and Petal Flame would be proud” Fawn Whistle whispered into his ear.

That Sunset was warm but everything just seemed numb and cold in Stone Shadows mind. The day seemed to fly without Petal Flame. “Stone Shadows?” a soft voice said from behind him. He turned to see Squirrel Feather standing amber eyes glowing like fallen sun rays “I’m here if you want to talk about Petal Flame’s death” Squirrel Feather made her way over to Stone Shadows she tucked her tail over her paws. Stone Shadows looked into the sunset over the horizon watching the rippling waters beat against the cliff bass “I guess I’m just supposed to lose everything” Stone Shadows sighed “No no no whatever you lose there is always something you gain” Squirrel Feather smiled.

A few moons later…

Squirrel Feather and Stone Shadows grown closer and closer as each sunrise and moonset but little did Stone Shadows Know Squirrel Feather would become something more than just a friend.

Stone Shadows awoke from his training with Adder Tongue at moon high. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach and his paws were shaking slightly. His ears perked up as he heard a small cry of a pup. He peered into the nursery but the den was still and none of the she wolves where sleeping and so where their pups. Another small cry could be heard Stone Shadows snuck over to the medic den and looked in. Squirrel Feather lay on a nest four small new pups lay nuzzled at her belly. Stone Shadows jaw dropped as he stared at the pups. Squirrel Feather spotted Stone Shadows at the entrance and she shuffled her paws nervously “S..s..stone Shadows I..I..I don’t know what to say to you...” Stone Shadows could only stare at the pups in shock before he looked at one of the males he looked just like him. Stone Shadows then realised these weren’t any other males pups but his. “Congratulations Stone Shadows your a father” Fawn Whistle smiled. Squirrel Feather dipped her ears and looked away feeling guilty for not telling him sooner. “They’re beautiful do you have any name ideas” Stone Shadows could feel the same happiness he felt when Petal Flame was still her he felt happy.

Moons Later…

“What are you doing on Oak Pack territory!” Stone Shadows growled “I’m here to see Wren Flash” Said the Male calmly “It’s you…” “You stole my father away! Your that Copper Feather” Stone Shadows dugs his paws into the dirt “You know what you are your just another problem I need to get rid of to save the packs and I guess the best way to deal with your problems is to drown them” Stone Shadows lunged at Copper Feather before he could say another word. Copper Feather was thrown onto the ground as Stone Shadows pinned him down. Copper Feather could see the heart of pure darkness and evil in Stone Shadows Eyes he was a rabid animal. Copper Feather squirmed free from Stone Shadows grip. Copper Feather quickly pinned him to the ground and bite into his neck Copper Feather gripped tighter before Stone Shadows was cold and limp below. Copper Feather let go before running away from the sene as fast as he could.

Back to the present time…

Stone Shadows could feel the ghosts of his family and friends raping around him. “Stone Shadows I want you to fight Long Stripe” Adder Tongue called “As you wish” Stone Shadows smirked leaping off of the rocks.

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Interesting Facts on the characters and the story -

Copper Feather originally came to see Fawn Whistle but she died before that section.

Copper Feather and Stone Shadows are half brothers.

Stone Shadows Loss is the first fully complete novella in TWODAD and the longest too.

Sharp Peak (Stone Shadows son) trained in the void after his fathers death.

Although not named Squirrel Feather’s pups where called Pear Wing, Mist Speckle, Sharp Peak and Dove Streak.

Pine Bristle became a Void wolf when she died and Snow Drift went the Star Paradise.

This story was put through a word counter and it came back to have 3,317 words 18,206 characters.

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to read the writing posts in chronological order you can find a reading order in this post here! (link to be added)

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Legends of Myriad: Arc One - Chapter 16: Field of a Thousand Souls

Chapter 15 | Chapter 17

Arc One Masterlist

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Lilith stirred to a faint rustling. Shoes scuffed the ground and a feather-light hand swept her brow. 

“It is all right,” Bartholomew soothed, checking the mage for any broken bones or lasting injuries. “Do not move yourself too soon. Stay still.” 

Wriggling, she inhaled deep, the bitter air slashing like shards of glass in her lungs. She spluttered out a barked cough and flopped over to get herself up. Bartholomew’s steady hands supported her back, bolstering her as she lolled forwards and groaned in exhaustion. 

“What part of stay still do you not understand?”

“Pretty much all of it. Never been one for following instruction,” she muttered. “Where are we?”

“In the Azurite Grimoire.” 

“That angry book?” Lilith muttered a string of expletives and rubbed the sore ache from her forehead. As she reached for her fallen circlet blades, Bartholomew snatched her wrists. With a fierce glint, she spun round to give him a scowl, and he subtly tilted his head upwards. She followed his line of sight to a clump of shadows, the dark smoke surrounding them crackling and hissing as it separated their humanoid shapes. The two sullen pits in their faces smouldered as though they housed hot coals. “What are they?” 

“Soul reapers,” Bartholomew whispered. “Move slowly.”

Lilith inched her blades along the grit, gripping the central handles tight. “And let me guess, they reap souls.”

“Precisely.” 

“One day, I’ll meet a creature whose scary name is ironic.”

“I would offer to introduce you to some, but first, we must survive,” Bartholomew spoke in a hushed murmur. “And the likelihood of that is rather slim.” He kept a secure grasp on her arm and pulled her up, his gaze following the fluttering accumulation of smoke, shadows rippling and warping like a broken holo-video. 

“If you were anybody else, I’d tell you to lighten up,” Lilith said. “But considering you’ve lived for hundreds of years, I’ll take your word for it.”

“Thousands.”

“What?”

“Thousands of years. Not hundreds.”

“Seriously?”

“You seem surprised, commander,” he remarked, flashing his leafy green eyes at her before returning them to the clicking creatures. “No sudden movements and nothing threatening. Okay?” 

With cautious steps, he moved them backwards, the air heavy and still as they edged away from the conjuring circle that had drawn them in. 

“What is that noise they’re making?” Lilith asked. 

“Echo location. They cannot see, so they rely on reflection of sound to sense their environment.”

“That could be useful for us.” 

“Do not think about it.” The professor cast a glance over his shoulder. Broken slabs of stone formed a path of destruction that seeped beyond the horizon, and the rolling fog swallowed the landscape in a dreary grey blanket. Above them, jagged pieces of collapsed ceiling leaned perilously close to slipping from the top of the pillars. The land has not been maintained in some time, he concluded. Whoever had possessed it was likely long gone, and the deadly book left to roam. 

“Has anybody ever escaped one of these things?” Lilith questioned, a tinge of trepidation flooding her voice. 

Bartholomew hummed. “Some have,” he said. “Every so often, a grimoire would accidentally capture a soul mage who could escape, but others have managed it too.” The reassurance did not seem to settle her as he had hoped, and her clasp on the midnight blades tightened. 

When they reached the border of the circle, her heel snared in the writhing vines that had constricted and damaged the columns. In a shrill rallying cry, the soul reapers shrieked, throwing their heads back and screeching into the dense gloom.

“What are they doing?” she asked, panicked.

“You have disturbed their nest,” Bartholomew replied. 

“Nest? They have nests?”

“Of course they do. Where do you think they come from?” 

Lilith remained at the professor’s side, her heart racing and the silver glimmer around his hands filling her view like a blinding shot of moonlight. Heavy breaths passed between them, preparation igniting in their limbs. 

“Get ready to move,” he instructed. 

Quick as a blink, the accumulation split into dozens of seething bodies and charged at the pair. Bartholomew stood firm, the unsettling reverberation from his shield startling the first wave. Their momentary vulnerability opened up a gap in their ranks, and Lilith sprinted through. 

Her blade met with flesh and she cleaved it in two, moving on the tips of her toes to keep her steps muted. She separated herself from the enemy and drew on her magic to propel herself towards the spore of energy she’d left beside Professor Spark. A volatile bubble burst in her stomach and she almost wretched, fingers spreading over the gut punch. The mist absorbed it and she cursed under her breath. No portals, she realised. This is going to be a challenge.  

Deciding not to risk using her powers again or test the hostile forces contained within the cloud, she hacked her way back to Bartholomew. “Is it just me or are there more of them?” 

“You have awoken the hive,” he said, tugging her aside from the enchantment circle and wading through the fog on sense alone. His feet met dry, wilted grass and shattered stone, bumpy cobbles hindering their progress until they came to a grove of trees and paused behind a wide trunk. Sinister threads plucked at his resolve and passed by in a series of wet clicks and hisses. 

“Apologies for dragging you like that,” he said to the mage. 

“Since you got us away from those things, you’re forgiven,” she assured him between panted wheezes. She rolled her shoulders and tilted her neck from side to side, grumbling at the tense stretch of muscle. “I feel funny. Do you?”

“It will be the grimoire starting to drain your magic,” Professor Spark replied, analysing their new surroundings and glimpsing a weak light in the distance. “Come on. I think I can see something up ahead.”

A deep rumble shuddered within the dense cloud cover, uttering guttural warnings to the two wanderers as they trudged through the decaying forest and came to an abrupt cliff edge. At the bottom of the fatal drop, sprouts of grass tried in vain to thrive in the parched soil and dry timber logs lay listless where they’d fallen and died. 

“Is that a ship?” Lilith asked, pointing into the distance where a spiky oval shape rested on its side, flimsy bits of fabric and torn net hanging from the rotting poles. 

“Looks like it,” Bartholomew said. He crouched and spread his fingers through the gritty dirt, feeling the bumps and grooves of the troubled land. 

“How did it get in here?” 

“Same way we did.”

“Eaten by a book,” the mage grumbled. “This really isn’t how I imagined I’d go.”

“Oh. How did you imagine you would go?” Bartholomew inquired, clapping the dust from his hands and rising to his feet. 

Lilith lifted her shoulders in a hesitant shrug. “I’m not sure, but definitely not like this.” Casting her eyes over the barren field below, she glimpsed the wreckage of a collapsed manor house near the ship, as though a divine hand had scooped it up and dumped into the nightmare landscape. Amidst the rubble and debris, she almost missed the delicate, ethereal glints of light. “Wait, what are they? Can you see them? They’re everywhere.” 

The professor’s posture wilted, his gaze downcast and dimmed with grief. “Those are soul orbs,” he explained reverently. “Once the reapers have dealt with the bodies of their victims, they have a limited amount of time to rip the spirit from the remains. They deposit them at places of high energy so that the witch or wizard leeching from the grimoire can collect them.”

“So each of those orbs…” 

“Is a person trapped in the book who is never getting out.” 

“How many do you think there are?” 

“Hundreds,” the professor shrugged. “Thousands. It is hard to tell. There will be fields similar to this everywhere.” He pushed aside the uncomfortable cold sliding its slimy tendrils into his concentration and located the gradual decline that led to the base of the ridge. The second his soles hit the arid grains, the ground shivered and the menacing clouds rumbled. As the land settled, whistles peaked into tormented screams, climbing and quietening in an undulating chorus of agony. 

Within the wails, Lilith thought she heard the muffled sound of voices. Pleading. Begging. Praying. Who to, she couldn’t make out, but as they passed by the orbs turned to look at them. “Oh stars,” she blurted, “is Bodvan here?” 

“I can not sense him,” Bartholomew answered. “The only hope we have is that he is hiding somewhere and that we might find him. Or that by some blessed miracle we escape and rescue him before the reapers get to him.” 

Lilith swallowed hard, forcing down the anxious shudder in her chest and stuck close to the professor, her boots squelching in the waterlogged mud. Accompanying the churn of earth and the pained cries of the forgotten, a sharp click struck her ears and sent a shiver down her back. She whirled around, a circlet blade in one hand and a potent crimson spark growing in the other. Midnight smoke weaved between the orbs. “Shit,” she spat. 

“There are others,” Bartholomew pointed out as more emerged from the shipwreck and the dilapidated manor. 

“Do we run or fight?” 

As the creatures closed in, the professor desperately scanned their surroundings for an escape route, but they moved fast, flanking them on all sides and corralling them towards the centre of the field. “I am afraid our only option is to fight,” he said. “If you find a gap, run. Do not wait for me.” 

“With all due respect, professor, I’m going to dismiss that last order,” Lilith replied, setting up magical defences and unleashing a barrage of crackling cardinal spheres at the advancing enemy. The cloud parted, and she repeated the spell until she could see each individual body in the mass. “I don’t leave people behind.” 

“That is admirable, but I must insist that you-”

“This isn’t up for discussion. We leave here together. Or not at all.” 

“In that case,” Bartholomew said, readying his own magic, “we had better make every shot count.”

A horde of reapers descended upon them, but the mage’s defences held strong, pumping lethal volumes of electricity into their convulsing forms. It slowed them, but writhing and screaming they got through. The shadows met with a whirlwind of silver, and violet, and blazing red, splitting and regrouping, and sporadically exploding under the weight of the power thrown at them with a deafening screech. 

Bartholomew blocked a sinuous arm from striking Lilith and she sliced off the limb, tracing the trail of smoke to the body it was attached to and continuing the cutting spell to obliterate the rest. Despite their intense efforts, it wasn’t enough. As one fell, dozens more rose. 

Lilith tracked their movements, attempting to predict where they might pause. Her methods worked for a short while, but it soon became impossible as more joined the fray and the grimoire plucked at her magic 

In amongst the furious clicking and the howls of dying reapers, the stagnant spheres lamented their fates in prayer and song and pleas for mercy, for anything other than the never-ending torment. The Imperial stone on her right bracelet captured the hum and connected with the pulse of a thousand souls. She knew what it wanted, what it craved, and a harrowing idea prickled in her mind. 

She didn’t give herself time to reconsider the plan and cupped her palm underneath the nearest orb, apologising as she drained the remaining life force. Pure white permeated her skin and slithered up her arm. As soon as it was gone, she quickly seized the next, whispering apologies with each soul she allowed her power to consume. 

“Lilith, what are you doing?” Bartholomew yelled over the cacophony of battle. 

“Hopefully getting us out of here,” she said. Focusing on the sliver of open land, she began transferring her Imperial magic into the lilac crystal on her left bracelet, and divided the air. Flares flashed and puttered out. 

“Come on,” she muttered, harnessing another orb and transmitting the power. The vacant space tore apart, and she laboured to keep the portal active, her teeth grinding and her forehead creasing. 

Bartholomew’s might surged into a powerful wave to send the enemy reeling, and he gaped at the slender, glittering rift.

“Don’t have time for gawking,” Lilith strained. “Get going.” With a harsh shove, she pushed him through it and leapt in after him. 

Lilith’s footsteps thumped onto the cracked laboratory tiles like a peal of thunder. Stumbling, she reached for the open rift. With a swipe of her hand, she sealed it shut, revealing the bottom of the winding staircase behind.

Her knees gave out, but Bartholomew quickly caught her and steered her to a nearby seat. “Take it easy,” he soothed, using the handkerchief in his top pocket to dab the beads of sweat from her forehead. 

“Never…never had to travel between places so far apart like that,” she wheezed, coughing herself into a weak laugh. “Didn’t even know if it would work.” 

“Hush for a moment,” Bartholomew encouraged. “Regain your strength.” With a gentle touch, he removed her fingerless gloves and swept away the lingering traces of magic creeping up her arms. A few deep lines remained on the pale stretches of skin but nothing that would not heal given time. “There you go, just breathe.” 

Her breathing tempered out, and as her vision cleared, the dizzying sensation faded and the lab stopped spinning. Bartholomew’s grip on her hands was light but resolute, and she returned the reassuring squeeze. 

“Better?” 

“A little,” she replied.  

“Good.” He playfully tapped the tip of her nose and rose to his full height. “How did you do that?” he asked, gesturing to the foot of the staircase. 

“Do what?” 

“Create that portal.”

She gave a small “oh” and stood up from the chair, leading him to the spot they had come from and encouraging him to reach into the air. “Feel that?”

“It is identical to the energy coming from you.”

“I left a tiny piece of my magic here, in case we needed to get back. Bit of a habit of mine. There was no way I had enough energy on my own, not with the grimoire draining it, so I harnessed the soul orbs using my Imperial stone and funnelled it through to my Eventide crystal to create and hold the portal.” 

“But how?” Bartholomew mumbled, waving his hand within the emptiness. “Portal magic has always been a theory.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, Lilith leaned her hip against the staircase post. “Practice, I suppose. Probably helped I studied with Eternos Academy. Space and time are my speciality.” 

“It takes a brave soul to study that,” the professor replied, a hint of fascination in his tone. “Few succeed.” 

“I like a challenge.” 

Clanks resounded down the stairs, and Altair came to an abrupt stop on the lowest step, taking in the dishevelled pair. “What in the name of the twin suns happened to you two? Are you all right?” 

“We are now,” Lilith sighed. She held still while he wiped a smear of mud from her cheek and offered him a reassuring smile. 

“I heard a loud noise down here and thought the lab was under attack.”

“It almost was,” Bartholomew said. “Had Lilith not acted when she did, we may never have made it back.” 

“You’d have managed perfectly fine on your own,” she told him, settling herself on the podium holding up the holographic map of Myriad. “I saw those spells.”

Altair’s eyes flitted between them, his interest piqued as they continued to keep their adventures a secret. “What happened?” 

Bartholomew led him to the control monitors and began his tale, recounting their trip to The Compendium and their subsequent journey into the grimoire. 

As they delved into Professor Spark’s findings and the raging storm outside, Lilith stretched out her legs and massaged her calves, flicking the blobs of sludge from her dark boots and trousers. A sprinkling of dried dirt tumbled from her braid and she wiped the rest away. “Just when I thought I was done getting covered in muck and stars knows what, here I am,” she muttered to herself, lamenting the state of her clothing and scraping the clumps from her nails. 

“Ah, if it’s a soul mage you’re looking for to calm the storm,” Altair said from behind her, “I know of one.”

Lilith leapt to her feet and spun to face the professors, the loose leaves on the desk nearby fluttering at the sudden rush of air. Don’t, she pleaded silently, heart thrumming and fingers clenching. Don’t say his name. Please. 

“Azra Quinn. He’s an exceptionally talented soul mage,” Altair went on. “I’m sure he will help. He was my lab assistant when he was younger. Brilliant mind and incredibly focused.”

She couldn’t stand the gushing, the praise of that despicable man after everything that had happened. After everything he had done. “How can you…” Her voice snapped, and she wrestled the urge to shout.

“If Professor Spark needs a soul mage, he is the only one we know,” Altair reasoned. “We do not have time to be searching for others. That storm is growing and-”

“I get it,” Lilith said, throwing her hands up. “Do what you need to.” Without waiting for a response, she rushed to the exit, keen to avoid the same conversation they’d had too many times before.

“Should I ask what is going on?” Bartholomew questioned as the door slid shut. 

“Lilith and Azra, they… it… it is difficult to explain. The war created a rift between people and forced them to pick sides, sometimes with little choice in the matter.”

“If you would like to talk to her about it, we can speak about the storms later.”

Altair cleared his throat and shook his head. “No. That entire situation is a wasp nest right now, and it is probably best not to prod it.”

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[wallflowerimagines]

Hi! I looove your posts! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!

I was wondering… could you maybe write about the Four Lords with a shy S/O that gets bold and defensive when someone insults the lords? or calls them names? And the Lord’s reaction to the S/O acting different? Dk if im explaining myself >.<

Again! Love your work! Have a great day!

We stan protective partners on this blog!!

Warnings: uh...insults? They're pretty over the top😅 Also swearing.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Honestly, Alcina is more than able to defend herself.

She's got a tongue like a viper, and the thickest skin imaginable. If you really want to hurt her feelings, you have to be someone whom she already respects to a certain degree, or she won't even be phased.

Still, when she leaves a room, there's always some idiot that thinks it's a smart idea to talk shit.

Maybe it's a maid, maybe it's a guest in the Castle, but either way you're not having it.

"God, you're annoying." There was a pause before they opened their mouth again, and you rolled your eyes. "No please, by all means, continue to share your lack of taste with the rest of us."

You disassemble this dumbass, starting small with comments about their personality (trying to keep it classy), but escalating the more they choose to double down on the comments.

Alcina comes back into the room to find you practically screaming at this asshole.

"Look, all you have accomplished here today is revealing that you are a fundamental disappointment on every possible level. My life is worse now that I've heard you open your mouth, you disrespectful, shit licking worm fucker."

Alcina is stunned. You do not give off "aggressive guard dog" vibes at all, yet here you are defending her tooth and nail. While she had seen brief moments of your inner strength and protective streak (mostly towards her daughters) she just...never thought you would do the same for her.

It's not because she doesn't trust you or love you! But nobody has ever done something like this for her before? Ever? She's never had anyone try to protect her--not physically, and not even verbally. She's been so independent for so long that it's... Strange to see you support her so openly.

She doesn't need you to do this for her, she doesn't even expect it, but you do it anyway for no other reason than the fact that you love her. You want people to give her the respect she deserves.

I'm going to be real here: Alcina has never been closer to swooning before in her life. You're overcoming your shyness because you believe in her so much-- it's not a gesture meant to be romantic, but Alcina can't help but see this as a massive statement of your commitment to her.

Seriously. This is such a massive thing for her that if proposals weren't already on her mind, she is mentally picking out a ring for you the minute this happens.

Then, of course, she glides into the room, kisses you until you're breathless and babbling, and smirks at the unfortunate peon who thought they could get away with insulting House Dimitrescu.

She's in such a good mood that she's considering going easy on the idiot. Maybe removing their tongue would be enough of a warning?

Donna Dimitrescu

You don't really know how it's possible but apparently some people don't like Donna Beneviento? Some people think she's scary and unpleasant????

Wild. Can't imagine what that's like.

The two of you are honestly the sweetest, most toothrottingly adorable couple-- blushing when you hold each other's hands, sneaking glances at each other across rooms, giving each other kisses and forgetting whatever was on your mind...

Honestly, anybody who's critical of your relationship with your girlfriend is just a hater. Fuckers can pound sand😤

Still, you are pretty shy, so it takes a lot for you to defend yourself if someone comments about you. It can take a lot of courage to stand up against rude remarks, and sometimes it's easier to walk away.

Defending Donna, on the other hand?

The minute someone even thinks about dismissing her, you are ready to throw hands.

"My lovely girlfriend already said no, meaning you're either deaf or too stupid to pick up on simple social cues," you purse your lips and give the rude and pushy Villager a patronizing once over. "You and your opinion are equally useless. Get the fuck away from us."

Donna blinks.

She... Was not expecting this??? At all?? You're so nice! You always tell her about your attempts to avoid confrontation! What's going on??? How did you get the guts to say what she's always wanted to say?

Meanwhile, Angie is LIVING.

The little doll chimes in to assist you with the verbal homicide, working as a tag team to absolutely murder this moron. She's half partner, half hype man, and is so excited to do this with you. Normally, she has to protect Donna all by herself, but she's relieved and reassured that you stepped in first.

'USELESS IS TOO NICE, THOUGH! THAT IMPLIES THEY AREN'T A POINTLESS, RANCID, LONELY FREAK. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY CRY WHEN THEY MASTURBATE.'

You high five Angie, still glaring daggers at the unfortunate villager.

The two of you continue to ream into the villager, while Donna hovers nearby.

As surprised as she is, she's also grateful. She's only really ever had Angie to help shield her from insults and disrespect (and occasionally inducing horrifying hallucinations that make people claw off their own skin), but having you in her corner makes her feel safe.

Not to get totally sappy, but you're like her knight in shining armor in a lot of ways. And the fact you two are so similar is really motivating-- She wants to one day be confident enough to return the favor. Until then, she's happy to watch her two favorite people have fun insulting some stranger ❤️

Salvatore Moreau

With you being so shy, Salvatore is surprised how often he takes the lead in your relationship.

He's not normally all that outgoing, but you seem to bring out a side of him that's very protective. Whenever you have a bad day he wants to bundle you up and keep you safe from the world.

If he so much as holds your hand you start stuttering and avert your gaze. It creates a feedback loop where you both get flustered, but Moreau has never felt steadier. Despite your shyness, you make sure he knows how much you love him.

You're sweet as pie and twice as kind--Salvatore is the luckiest man in the world, nobody can convince him otherwise 💕💕

So it comes as a total shock that when a passing fisherman spits in your path and calls him a freak, your entire demeanor does a 180.

Your posture straightens and you look the villager dead in the eye, "I don't believe anyone asked your opinion."

Salvatore: 😳

This is not the time, and he totally knows it, but, uh, something about your tone??? Really does it for him???

While he's attempting to process why exactly he's starting to short circuit, you proceed to verbally shred this person to bits with clinical efficiency-- nothing is off limits.

They might try to defend themselves, but it's useless. You do not let up.

"Ugly? Monster? Bitch your teeth are throwing gang signs, don't throw stones from your shining glass house."

You insult their appearance, what they're holding, their smell-- you get so fucking mean that you might even make them cry.

Moreau is just lost right now, trying hard to figure out how exactly you were able to gain all of this confidence so quickly.

He's not upset! In fact he's very flattered! But, he also doesn't want you to get into a fight with some unimportant stranger. (After all, if they so much as throw a punch, they're straight up dead. Moreau is a patient man, but he's not that patient. You do not hurt his partner and live to tell the tale.)

He may a healer but...

Eventually he steps between you and the fisherman in an attempt to deescalate the situation, but you just kiss him on the cheek and step around him, determined to make your point.

Blushing hard, Moreau lets you do what you want. What can he say? Fish man likes himself a protective partner 💞

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is not the most social guy to begin with, so any opportunities you have to stick up for him are already pretty slim.

He mostly knows you as the shy, sweet, easily flustered partner that lets out a cute squeak every time he sneaks up to hug you from behind.

Karl's honestly happy just to spend time with you all alone in the Factory. It's not the best or healthiest mindset, but he'd be perfectly content to only ever see you for the rest of his life. Spending time with anybody else feels like a boring waste in comparison.

But occasionally, you do head out into town with him. Heisenberg wants you to be safe so he doesn't do it often, but running errands with you is a weakness of his. It's domestic in a way that he's never experienced before.

He likes it ❤️

What he does not like is the shopkeeper starting to give their opinions on the quality of your relationship with him.

Most insults Karl will let slide because he doesn't particularly care. However if anyone makes a comment on how scared (shy) you look around him, how you must be being threatened into being with him, how poorly Lord Heisenberg is treating you...he won't stand for it.

But before his fingers can even twitch towards his hammer, you snap.

"You're clearly the blindest cocksucker I've ever met--so wipe the cum out of eyes and mind your own fucking business."

Karl does a double take.

He's heard you curse before, but quietly. The words coming out of your mouth are WILD right now, he has NEVER seen you so angry. You're defending him with the aggression of a wild animal, and it's simultaneously HILARIOUS, but for some reason he's also getting a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest?

He doesn't need you to protect him like this, but seeing you blatantly argue how much you love and cherish him in public reassures him in a way he didn't know he needed.

Still, hearing you call the shopkeeper "shit for brains" is the funniest thing that's happened in years.

Heisenberg starts laughing, and the more you shout at the idiot, the harder he laughs. Is it weird how hard he wants to kiss you right now?

Eventually, he just has to drag you away, cackling as you continue to shout insults at the unfortunate shopkeep. There's got to be an alley around here for some good old fashioned privacy 💕

[marvelsbanner]

Part of a Team

Summary: Wanda is the newest Avengers recruit and she’s having a hard time finding her place in this new life- maybe she can find it in you?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x y/n, you

Warnings: Brief mention of death and blood, minor language (if you squint theres kind of compromising situations? nothing outright sexual)

Word Count: ~2700

A/N: Reblogs, likes, and comments are VERY much appreciated, all mistakes are my own! xx 

**I don't own marvel and if I did Natasha would be alive**

Something was wrong. You were just in Strucker’s lab- just on the trail of one of the enhanced twins. The alarms were going off around you and your boots clanged on the metal floor- before you froze in your place, a red haze overtaking you and suddenly you were thrown into the daylight.

-

You felt tingles run through your veins and down your spine; your head throbbed. You felt vulnerable, seen. What the hell is going on-

You’re in the forest, you think. No- there are rocks. Big rocks-

Focus.

No, not rocks. Graves. Gravestones. Where the hell are you?

You drag your heavy feet over to the nearest, it takes a moment for your vision to focus.

Who’s grave? Who’s grave? Oh god.  No no no- this, this can’t be-

Natasha Romanoff.

You felt like throwing up. This couldn’t be real. You dragged yourself to another stone situated nearby: Clint Barton. Beloved husband, father, and friend.

It felt like you couldn't breathe, you were just there with them. You were just there.

Your body jerks as cold hands grab your shoulders and spin your body to face them-

Steve.

You throw your arms around his neck, “STEVE! Oh god Steve! You’re okay- you’re.. cold” you feel something wet and sticky on your hand, pulling it back and seeing red. So much red.

“Steve..” you quickly stumble back, tripping in the process. It’s then you see- it’s too late. His body was grey and lifeless. He falls onto his knees and then collapses totally. You scream and scramble backwards, head hitting another gravestone in the process.

You turn to face it, to read another name of one of the team members you’ve come to call family- but it's not one of theirs. It’s yours.

It’s your name. A graveyard for the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Suddenly your body jolts and you take a sharp intake of breath- your ears are pounding. Everything hurts. But you see her- the enhanced. She’s looking at you with a look you can’t describe. It’s not fear, it’s not anger.. Pity? Empathy? You can’t look away from her, the glowing red eyes capturing you as their prey.

And then there was black.

-

A few weeks later and you’re back at the tower. Things have changed- the entire world has changed, really. The battle opened up new doors- literal new doors to new realms- that the world had previously thought impossible.

The team had expanded, with Steve’s friend Sam joining the team, as well as Vision, the synthezoid that helped the team to defeat Ultron.

There was also her.

Wanda Maximoff was one of the enhanced twins from Strucker’s experiments, you eventually learned. It was voluntary, but after learning about her backstory you think you would have done the same in her place. 

She lost her brother- Pietro- in the battle and she took it hard. She didn’t come out of her room when she could help it. Clint was rather protective over her, maybe it was the fatherly figure coming out of him- maybe he was feeling guilt over being the one Pietro sacrificed himself to save. Either way, he was able to get her out of the room a few times and get her to eat. Vision also struck up a strange friendship with the girl- but then again, Vision was easy company, and rather empathetic for a synthezoid.

Everybody took a hit from when Wanda messed with their heads, some more than others.

You didn’t talk for a week.

Didn’t even talk with Clint’s kids when they wanted to play with you.

You didn’t hold it against her. She proved what a valuable asset she was to the team as she fought alongside the group. She did what she thought was right at the time, and that’s not something you could hold against anybody.

Ever since the Battle, Wanda has been staying in the Avengers facilities with the rest of the group, an official Avenger, but you could tell she was still uneasy around the team. She only talked when she was directly talked to and didn't come out of her room but for a few times a day for food and training, sometimes not even then.

And then there was you.

She seemed to avoid you like the plague. You weren’t even sure you two made eye contact for the entire first few weeks she was there.

At first you thought she just didn’t like you, that something about you rubbed her the wrong way, or something you had done had offended her.

But it was her eyes that gave it away- the same soft look that she gave you right after exploring the deepest and darkest parts of your mind that day at Strucker’s lab. She knew from the second it happened that she had hit a deep nerve, and she would continue to give you that damn look every time she thought you didn't notice her.

But you always did.

You couldn’t help it, the way you were drawn to her. She reminded you so much of yourself before joining the team, broken, and alone in your head. You wanted to know her. You wanted to be there for her, be someone to her, you didn’t want her to keep walking on eggshells around you.

And so, you told her.

You found her in the kitchen late one night. She was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a garnet tank top with a plain gray robe overtop. Her hair was a mess, roughly shoved into a ponytail and her hands were cupped around a mug. She was blowing on what looked to be dandelion tea, and as you got closer the fragrant earthy smell confirmed your suspicions.

She looked adorable.

And slightly startled to find you alone with her.

“Evening” you said as a greeting as you made your way to the counter top.

She gave a tight-lipped half smile with a timid “Hi” before going back to blowing on her tea. She made a slight movement that looked like she was going to try to slip away before you continued,

“You did really well in training the other day. Cap can’t give you enough praise” you say, taking a seat on one of the counter barstools.

She looks puzzled for a moment over your attempt at small talk before getting out a “Thank you.”

You both stood there in silence for a moment, just looking at each other, feeling the air grow thicker with each second ticking by.

“I like the pajamas” you say with a small smirk. You yourself were still dressed for the day in your leather jacket and black jeans. You could have sworn you saw flush creep up her neck before she swallowed it down with a sip of her tea.

There was another silent moment as she gave you a quizzical look, “I don’t quite understand what’s happening here.” She says with a vague hand gesture to the space between them.

You gave a slight chuckle, it was very on-brand for Wanda to be straight to the point.

“Look, Wanda,” You rotated your body on the stool to face her more comfortably,

“I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not looking. You avoid me at any given opportunity, I actually think this has been the most words we’ve exchanged in your whole time living here.”

She raised her ducked head to look you in the eyes and gave a small shake to her head, “I don’t understand.”

You don’t break eye contact, but simply offer a small smile as you reply “I’m not afraid of you, Wanda. And I don’t hold anything from that day against you. All is forgiven, and I would like to move past that. I understand you believed everything you were doing was for the right reasons, and the only thing that it shows me is your dedication and loyalty to a greater cause. Even if it was the wrong one at the time.”

She looked shocked, to say the least. Her mouth slightly opening and closing as she pondered what to say in response.

“You all should be afraid of me. You see the chaos I’ve created and you think you know what I can do,” her voice caught before she continued, “But the truth is I don't even know what i'm capable of. I don’t belong here.” she says softly.

You give a sad smile before slipping off of the stool and moving closer to her.

“We all thought that, at one point or another. We’ve got a whole freak circus here, we’ve got more baggage than Delta flies in a year- that's, that's uh, an airline. My bad.” You elaborate after she gives you a puzzled look, holding back a smile at your stuttered explanation.

“Aaand I ruined the moment.” You give a small chuckle, before continuing “But my point still stands. Nobody belongs here more or less than anyone else. We’re all just here, that's the truth of the matter. We’re just a bunch of unlucky misfits trying to figure out how to work as a team. Just give it a try, and maybe you’ll find you fit in better than you imagined you would.”

At some point during your speech you had moved close enough to take her hand, and you look down at it now, blushing before going to move it away.

Before you could, she gives your hand a squeeze before moving in to place a gentle kiss against your cheek.

“Thank you, y/n.”

And with that she slips away to her room, leaving you alone with your racing heart and her lukewarm mug of tea.

-

The next morning you found yourself awake bright and early for another morning training session with Nat and Steve- but you had a guest this time.

“Wanda” you greeted, which she returned with a timid “Good morning.”

“I’m glad you could make it” you say, sincerely.

“I decided to take your advice.” She replies with the smallest smile pulling at her lips.

The two of you stood there for a moment, just taking each other in before Steve cleared his throat, “Alright, we should get started then. Wanda, I'll spar with you to start. Nat, you take y/n. Try not to kill each other, please.” He said with a humored smile.

You make your way towards the corner with Nat on your heels. She gives you a quizzical look with a raised brow, glancing between you and Wanda. You roll your eyes and shake your head, only responding with a pointed “Later,” before your legs sweep under hers and an arm wraps around her torso, flipping you both to the ground and landing with you on top of her.

“Using my own move against me, that’s a low blow y/n.” You both laugh, and you barely respond with a “I learned from the best” before she wraps a leg around your waist and grabs your wrists with one hand, flipping you over and pinning you to the ground. She winks and replies “Damn right you did.”

It went like that for another half an hour, the two of you going back and forth battling for the upper hand. Natasha was the one who had trained you since the beginning, and you could almost say you were near her equal now. Well, you could at least give her a run for her money in a spar.

The two of you were panting and glistening with sweat, cheeks flushed from the exercise when she gave you a mischievous wink and called out to the other two, “Hey grandpa, I think I’m done getting my ass kicked by y/n for the day. I want someone easy, come spar with me”

If looks could kill, the look you were giving her would have the assassin dead on the floor.

Steve only looked amused, grabbing a towel to wipe his own sweat as he responded “Bring it on, Romanoff. Try not to break anything, though. I’ve been told they want my bones for the Smithsonian” Nat rolled her eyes and gave a pointedly fake laugh before they made their way to the other side of the gym, leaving you and Wanda alone.

“Hi” you greeted. She responded with a small smile and a “Hi” in return.

She looked as though she were still catching her breath, the rise and fall of her chest was noticeably fast and her face was still adorned with a glisten of sweat and pretty pink flush.

The same flush you saw from her last night, standing in the kitchen with the dim light around her.

Oh God you were in deep now.

“Nat and I were just wrestling around, hand to hand combat kind of stuff, but I see you and Steve were boxing so it's up to you what you’d like to do.” you say quickly.

“Well.. I do have this,” She waves her hand to show her flicker of red powers “for missions, so I don’t think I really need that kind of training.” She says with a smirk, “But I admit, you seem like a good teacher. Maybe.. some basics?”

She was pushing it. Pushing at this, the same way you were pushing last night. Alright, maybe you could run with this.

You give her a teasing smile, “Alright then. We’ll start slowly. May I?” You ask, reaching out for her, but not quite touching.

“By all means” she says, and you can feel the familiar flush creeping up your neck again. You release a puff of breath and shake yourself out of your thoughts before stepping closer to Wanda, and in one fluid motion you had one leg behind hers, your left arm resting against her upper chest and your other at the small of her back, pushing her flush against yourself.

You could hear the small gasp she let out, smirking to yourself.

“This is a simple take down, easy to get out of, but good for beginning. Now i'm just gonna pull you down as slowly as I can-”

You bring her left leg out from under her and carefully let the two of you sink to the floor, leaving you straddled on top of her and pinning her arms to the ground. The air suddenly felt a lot warmer.

You meet her eyes, breath hitching as you feel her pulse quicken beneath your touch.

You clear your throat and begin again, “Like I said before, it’s easy to get out of, but you want to keep the element of surprise. Use your opponent's body weight against them, if you can twist your wrist to slip it out of their grip and use your hips to to flip-”

Before you could even finish she had you pinned beneath her, wind knocked out of you from the impact.

“Like that?” she said, looking down at you through hooded eyes, thick accent teasing- flirting?

You were suddenly very aware of your close proximity and compromising position- flush against each other with her hips straddling your waist; close enough to feel her rapid heartbeat. 

“Yeah- that was- that was good” you sputtered out, barely able to hear yourself over the rapid beating of your own heart. Or maybe it was hers- you aren't sure you could tell the difference between up and down right now.

She gave a proud smirk and opened her mouth to say something before a certain synthezoid floated through the gym walls, clueless to the moment he was interrupting.

“Mr. Stark requests a team meeting and would like you to meet him in the conference room.” He said simply before turning and leaving through the wall again.

Wanda gave you a look that seemed to say we’ll finish this later and moved off of you. You missed the heat of her body immediately.

She offered you a hand up and you gladly took it, the two of you walking side by side in silence to the meeting, shoulders bumping and small smiles shared between you two as you think to yourself that maybe you could get used to this. 

[theepisceswriter]

Caught/Nearly caught having sex in public w/ AOT characters ( Eren, Reiner, Armin, )

A/N: I’m going through the final stage of grief after reading ch 139 and that stage is horniness so now I’m bestowing that upon all of you. Shoutout to my faithful stoned thot anon for requesting this !

Synopsis: I think the title is pretty self explanatory, but having sex in public with your partner and getting caught, or nearly getting caught, by someone.

TW: typos because once again I don’t proof read, fembodied!reader, public sex obviously, mature things,, breeding kink for Reiner , voyeurism (is that what it’s called? Idk!) for Armin, 18+, MINORS DNI

EREN JAEGER: At the club

Only Eren could convince you to even step foot into a public, let alone a CLUB, restroom. Only he could convince you to sit on the seat of a toilet that he shittily put a protect film over and watched as he knelt on the seemingly clean floor, head disappearing underneath your dress and long locks leaking through the bottom hem of your dress as he worked your underwear off. Don’t get it wrong, you were just as aroused and worked up as he was. The slow whine of his body against yours on the dance floor had you going crazy, mind hazy with lust and everyone else around you disappearing but you, him, and the sensual sensation of your arms roaming each other’s body.

If you were able to you would’ve let him take you right then and there in the middle of the floor in front of all those people. The thought of your knees scraping against the tiled floor with each thrust of Eren’s hips behind you as you clutched the bottom of your dress for support, everyone stopping and staring to watch the show you two were putting on, really made an abundance of wetness cumulate against the top of your thighs closest to your cunt. Because, of course, an ending with his cock stuffing you full was never inevitable whenever the two of you went on date nights.

“I have you trained so good that you don’t even wrest underwear anymore when you go out with me? God, you’re so desperate for me baby it’s almost pathetic.” He would speak from underneath your dress, blowing the warm breath of his mouth against your clit, enjoying the way your hips bucked up against him out of want and he hadn’t even given you his tongue yet. Finally, he indulges you; the warmth of his tongue mixed with the occasional shocks of coldness from the metallic stud in his tongue has you forgetting that you’re in a public area for a moment.

You use your teeth to try and hold in your moans, biting them back just incase anyone else is lingering outside the door of the bathroom or in one of the other stalls. But the loud slurping coming from Eren is enough to let anybody know what’s going on. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Too embarrassed at the thought of someone walking in on you like this; cheeks flushed, dress hiked up around your thighs, and your breasts barely restrained by your dress.

“If you keep biting back your moans I will stop completely and leave you in this bathroom to take care of yourself.” As if his words weren’t enough encouragement to finally get you moaning out his name, the feeling of his long index and middle finger slipping into you definitely made a surprised gasp leave your lips. His name falling from your lips soon after.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Let them know who’s in this stall making you feel this good.”

Too good because even if you wanted to try you couldn’t hold your moans back anymore. That familiar coil in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers and it only encouraged Eren to move them faster, tongue continuing to lick long stripes up your clit. This bathroom stall was your heaven right now.

“I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so-“

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

And just like that your orgasm was ruined. An innocent girl looking to release the drinks that have been building up in her uterus just had to be the one to walk in on you two. Not to mention the fact that Eren never locked the fucking door of the bathroom. He gets from under your dress immediately, cheeks and chin covered with your juices and his eyes filled with remorse. “I’m sorry, babe. I was too caught up in the moment to lock the door when we first got in here.”

That did nothing to help with your embarrassment.

REINER BRAUN: In a public pool

Did you guys know that having sex in a pool or hot tub increases your chances of getting pregnant? Because Reiner the breeder absolutely knew that and it’s exactly what his mind went to after only a couple minutes of being in the jacuzzi with you. It was supposed to be a relaxing late night date night for the two of you, but now he had other plans.

His mind was already swimming with thoughts of you bouncing on his cock up and down the moment he saw you in your swimsuit, so this random thought popping into his head only added fire to the fuel. He was hungry for you and the way he swooped you into his arms and placed you on his lap, bulge poking out against your ass, let you know exactly what he was thinking.

“Babe, there’s people in the apartments surrounding us!”

“They’re not paying any attention to us. Please, I need to feel you so bad right now. It’ll be quick plus it’s like 10 at night 🥺” There’s no resisting those hazel hues once he pulled out those puppy dog eyes and though you didn’t want to admit it, there was something thrilling about the thought of one of your neighbors glancing out of their windows to look at the night sky; only to see you getting pounded behind by Reiner in the jacuzzi at the public pool.

You didn’t even need to give him any verbal confirmation. You did your talking through your actions, reaching behind you and pulling the fabric of your bikini bottoms to the side. The tip of his cock already pressing at your entrance and entering you with ease with help from the water surrounding the two of you. Everything felt so warm and relaxing, even the bubbles from the hot tub surrounding your clit added a new sensation that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Reiner was on cloud nine his own Damn self, hips snapping up against yours at a pace that had him groaning with each thrust. The thought of his seed filling you in no time, let alone in a public place like this, really getting him going. Water splashing around the two of you from the force of this thrusts.

“Fuck, my load is going to be so big I can feel it already and you’re going to get every last drop of it deep inside of you. Going to make you so nice and plump in a couple of months. You want a Braun? I’ll give you however many you want.”

He really knew what to say, his words always coaxing you into your orgasm and a state of pleasure that you were positive was on the borderline of subspace. Sex with Reiner was an otherworldly experience on its own, but the effects that this hot tub had on the two of you and the possibility of someone watching from their window had the two of you approaching your orgasms faster than expected. Reiner was the first one to reach his. His load emptying inside of you like promised and your plush walls gripping at his twitching cock, milking him for all he had as your orgasm followed his only seconds later.

Per usual, the two of you remained in the position instead of pulling out immediately to reserve the cum inside of you like Reiner always liked to do. Just basking in that afterglow of sex and the relaxing waves of the hot tub.

It was the rattling of a flashlight against bars that brought the two of you out of your tranquil states and let the reminder that the two of you were still in public relish in. You moved off of him at the speed of light and adjusted your bikini so you were covered up once more. One glance over at Reiner and you saw him stuffing himself back into his swim trunks before diverting his attention over to the gate like you.

“The pool is closed. You two need to leave.”

“S-Sorry! We’ll be on our way!” You announced with red cheeks, hopping out of the water despite the wobbly feeling in your legs, Reiner following not too far behind.

Definitely not the last time the two of you were having jacuzzi sex.

ARMIN ARLET:  between the shelves at the library

When you first met your blonde haired blue eyed boyfriend you never expected him to be as freaky as he was. You expected him to be shy, quiet, and wanting you to take the lead 90% of the time but it was nothing like that. It was like he switched to a completely different Armin when he got in the mood and you don’t know which one he switch to today, but you hoped to see more of the Armin who suggested that the two of you fuck between bookshelves in the library.

Now here you were; skirt bunched up around your thighs, shirt & bra both pulled down so Armin could stuff one of your nipples into his mouth to muffle his moans against, and your thighs slapping against his bare ones as you rode him on the floor of the Greek Mythology and Norse section. His hips bucking and rolling up into yours in a way that he knew made you whimper and whine, a teasing gesture knowing that you couldn’t do any of those two things right now. But still you took your chance and let out a muffled whimper, making his eyes go wide and mouth popping off of your nipple in an instant. His hand is quick to go over your mouth with a roughness that keeps you from letting out a breath that was too loud.

He couldn’t even whisper in your ear to mess with you like he wanted to, nor could either of you move your hips too fast and cause a lot of noise because you could hear a penny drop in this library. It was a Friday night which meant hardly anyone was in it, but still a few people were scattered out along in the medium sized building. Not to mention the nosey librarian who always spies on you two when you were in her view. All you could do was throw your head back in pleasure, hips rolling down harder into his to heighten the pleasure you were already feeling.

It was the rough padding of Armin’s thumb on your clit that sent your eyes shooting open and once they did you were met with the sight that you would never expect; a peeping Tom looking at the two of you from gaps that they had created in the bookshelf surrounding you two purposefully. With a loud gasp you hurried off of Armin, pulling your shirt up and adjusting your skirt with a quickness that had him confused and scared.

“Did I do something you didn’t like? I-I’m sorry I should’ve asked before I touched your clit.” Poor baby thinks it’s something that he did, but you’re quick to tell him about the unwarranted peeping Tom that gave you the creeps that had since disappeared. He was livid, ready to go after the man and possibly swing a punch or two his way, but it was your reminding of him that the two of you were indeed in a public place and couldn’t do much about it that calmed him down. Plus, you wouldn’t admit it out loud but the thought of someone watching the two of you that whole time kind of turned you on even more.

[maddieinwonder]

The Seventh

Slight Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None at all

Word Count: 1.6k

Plot: Reader hears a lot of rumours about the BAU before she applies to join the team. (Part 2 here!)

Author's Note: I love the idea of the BAU being notorious in the FBI, because honestly, they totally would be! And I would be lying if I said I've never crushed hard irl on a mysterious genius boy...

Masterlist

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Before you decided to join the BAU, you had heard all kinds of gossip about its members. It was a hot topic among your colleagues, but you could hardly blame them for the shameless act, when you left one ear open for it yourself.

Professionally, if they weren't called the BAU, people called them the "serial killer guys", since they couldn't seem to escape them in their cases. But among your lunch group, they were called "The Seven".

It was an embarrassing name in your opinion, too easily implying that the BAU was elite, untouchable. But the more you learned about them, the more you thought there could some truth to it.

Number One was SSA Hotchner, the unit chief known for his stone cold attitude. You heard a rumour that he once threatened the BAU section chief without so much as batting an eye. Anybody else would have been fired on the spot, but it seemed that Hotchner was so unrivalled in his job that he was asked to stay anyway.

Hotchner's opposite was SSA Rossi, who seemed to be the more "human" of the two, but that didn't make him any less intimidating. He was famous both in and out of the FBI, having built the BAU from the ground up, and written multiple best-selling books about criminal analysis. Why he decided to return to the BAU was a mystery to everyone, but you had a feeling he actually missed it.

Then there was SSA Prentiss. Everyone's consensus was that she seemed nice, but ultimately professional. People theorised that her political upbringing made her into a politician herself, but you once saw her in the BAU office laughing so hard that tears started rolling down her cheeks, and that's when you decided she couldn't be as stiff as the rest made her out to be.

SSA Morgan was the one everybody liked, on a shallow level at least. All your fingers and toes weren't enough to count how many people you knew had a crush on him. You've seen grown women visibly swoon when he walked by, which was partially hilarious for you, but also partially embarrassing for womenkind. You could see the appeal, somewhat, but he wasn't your speed.

Your favourite was JJ. Jennifer Jareau was the BAU's communications liaison and the only one you'd dare call a friend. You'd worked with her on multiple cases in the past, and in fact, she was the one who recommended you for the new position. She's a complete sweetheart, but you also knew that she once headshot an unsub right in the BAU office to protect Penelope. That fact only increased your admiration for her.

She was also the one to introduce you to the BAU's infamous technical analyst. You had heard of Penelope Garcia prior to that, but she so rarely emerged from her office that you almost thought she was a myth. The real person was unlike an FBI agent at all, always donning some combination of bright colours, feathers, and/or sparkles. Most people who'd seen her labelled her as a weirdo, but there was something about her, a sense of positivity, that you loved.

Last but not least, the one that slipped under everyone's radar, Dr. Spencer Reid. People didn't talk much about Dr. Reid because, well, there was nothing really to talk about. He was the youngest person to ever join the FBI, had an IQ of 187, and you thought he was far too pretty to be doing a job this terrible, but that's where the conversations usually ended.

Everything that could be said, envied, or admired about the genius had simply been covered already, and he offered no new fodder for the gossip trolls to chew on; he rarely left the office, he didn't mingle with the other departments, and frankly, everyone thought he was socially awkward.

Yet, you found yourself continuously coming back to him in your thoughts. Maybe, subconsciously, you wanted to join the BAU so that you could figure him out.

The first time you met Dr. Reid, he was giving the profile of an unsub to the larger team. His words sped by so quickly, yet with so much insight and detail that you found yourself scrunching your face in concentration in order to get it all, and that impressed you.

You had always been a quick study but you instantly knew that Dr. Reid would be a challenge, both professionally and personally, and you hadn't even got to know him yet.

As you submitted the request to join the BAU, you admit that the excitement of that challenge was at the forefront of your mind. And when you were called into SSA Hotchner's office a few months later, the thought rang in your head even louder.

"Agent Hotchner, you called for me?" You asked at his door, suddenly feeling timid in the face of your potential boss.

"Sit down, agent," he said without looking up. As you took a seat, he opened a file that was undoubtedly yours and looked up. His eyebrows were furrowed, but if what you'd heard about him was true, this didn't necessarily mean anything bad. And you were right.

"I have your test results with me," he began. "Firstly, I'd like to congratulate you for scoring the highest in your class." You swore he almost cracked a smile.

"I've also heard a lot about you. Your boss had many good things to say about your work ethic, your field experience, and your commitment to justice," he continued.

Now it was your turn to smile.

"But I want to know the real reason why you want to join the BAU." Your smile faltered slightly, something that you're sure Hotchner would pick up on.

He leaned forward in his desk, purposefully applying pressure on the situation, and you let out a quiet breath in preparation.

"The reason I wanted to join the BAU may not be new to you, but I'm looking for a challenge. I want to make a change." You started. "I understand that those two may be contradictory principles, but I believe I can grow and do a lot of good with the BAU."

"And what if the job gets too much for you?" He asks, a flicker of emotion that I didn't recognise crossing his face.

"I'm prepared for that," you said determinedly. "I may not know what this job will take from me, but I'd like the opportunity to prove that I can grow from it, sir."

Agent Hotchner eyed you for a moment before standing up. "Very well, then." He reached out his hand. "Welcome to the BAU."

You looked at his hand for a second, the shock barely registering, before scrambling to your feet. "Thank you, sir! I won't disappoint you!" You shake his hand grinning.

"And next time, just call me Hotch." He said, this time smiling amusedly at your enthusiasm.

"Got it, and thank you again, sir." You said, excusing yourself from his room with a noticeable skip in your step.

You tried to cool yourself off walking back to your department to share the good news, but the excitement proved too much to hold in when a familiar voice calls out to you.

"Hey babygirl, considering you just came out of Hotch's office with a smile, I'm guessing you're going to be our newest teammate."

You turned around, trying to swallow your giddiness, when you realised that person was none other than SSA Morgan.

"Agent Morgan," you stuck out your hand in greeting. "Nice to meet you, and yes, I am."

"Derek." He corrected, grinning as he shook your hand. "Looking forward to working closely with you."

"Just call him Morgan. Don't need to get too close to this player." SSA Prentiss nudged Derek out of the way, raising her hand to meet yours. "I'm Emily Prentiss."

You giggled at their closeness.

The rest of the introductions quickly followed, including hugs from JJ and Penelope, and a starstruck moment when Rossi left his office to personally welcome you to the team. But there was one person whom you hadn't formally met yet.

Dr. Reid had finally separated his head from his work amidst the commotion (plus a very strong encouragement from one Mr. Derek Morgan to "go get her, pretty boy") and walked up to you, a nervous gait in his step.

He stuck his hand out to your surprise, having heard that the doctor was a tad germaphobic, and shook yours. "Dr. Spencer Reid," he said. "But you can call me Spencer, everyone else does."

"Nice to meet you, Spencer." You tried out the foreign name on your tongue. "Honestly, I'm quite a fan of your academic papers. I'm looking forward to working with you."

You knew the genius was a bit awkward, but he instantly turned beet red at your words and retracted his hand. The thought that this was the first time somebody had complimented him this way made you a little sad. But you thought his reaction was incredibly cute, and apparently so did the rest.

"Pretty boy, pret-ty boy, is that how you should react around a lady?" Derek sing-songed, putting his arm around the poor genius' shoulders, tugging him down.

JJ shot you an apologetic look for her childish teammates, while the rest joined in to poke fun at Spencer. Although he was frowning, his voice betrayed no hints of annoyance. Clearly they were all very close.

You laughed along, feeling a growing warmth in your chest, and wondered if you'd be a part of this family in the future.

But first, you’d have to get used to being the Eighth.

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(Part 2 here!)

[lupically]

#4D3035 | BENNETT.

genre | angst

word count | 1227

warning | mention of death, badly written (?) grieve 

note | i tried taking a little turn with this one. i thought diluc could resonate with a scenario like this so i added him in. anyway, i hope you like this anon, thank you for requesting!

request | from anon

"if you see him at the graveyard behind the cathedral, please take him home."

jean's request echoed in diluc's mind as he cautiously hid behind the column of the grand cathedral.

his soulless red eyes focused on the unfamiliar boy sitting on the grass by a tombstone. that must be bennett. what kind of teenager would willingly hang around such an eerie location at the dead of night if it wasn't for a desperate cause? it could only be the orphan whose best friend just passed because of incurable health problems.

bennett sat close to the tombstone but he was still careful with the spaces he occupied. it wasn't entirely visible, but it seemed that he brought a bag and nothing else to this moonlit solo picnic of his. he was munching on a small sandwich sara whipped up for him out of sympathy and talking to himself.

it was almost sad to watch.

diluc knew very little about bennett. he wasn't particularly interested in the sun-kissed boy besides the fact that they're the same. on unspoken levels, he understood that they are the same.

it wouldn't have to take a genius to understand the situation at hand—bennett's friend died and now he heads over to their grave every night to spend time with their ghost, for closure purposes, maybe.

diluc knew, personally, that talking to a stone doesn't actually work, but at bennett's age, he didn't have many grieving options left to pick from.

"you know what i found behind a cave near starsnatch cliff today?" bennett said, his voice positively loud, and he fished out a dirty-looking headband from his bag. he looked at it, examined it carefully, then he hummed in dismay. "hmm, i actually don't know what this is... but i am going to ask my dads about it later and i'll come back to tell you!"

he dropped the headband on the ground before reaching into his bag again. his lips stayed permanently quirked up, his green eyes shining like the sun would in this dark, silent night. taking a quick bite of the sandwich, he huffed out an excited breath when his eyes caught sight of glowing everflame seed and immediately pulled it out of his bag.

"oh, and i fought the pyro regisvine today!" he exclaimed animatedly, looking down at the seed. "it wasn't as scary as i thought it would be, but you were right, i am a bad match for it. thank god razor came along, i would have gotten off worse."

mumbling something about planting the seed in his home's backyard, and then frowning about how it would probably be a bad idea to plant a pyro regisvine within the city walls, bennett took a big bite of the sandwich as he set down the seed before he realization suddenly hit him.

"oh!" crumbs of bread flew out of the corner of his mouth. "razor! i met a new friend recently in whispering woods! he is really cool, you would like him! he lives near wolvendom..."

he reached for the treasure map in his bag and hastily rolled it open. his finger wiggled in preparation to point out razor's whereabouts, but upon the sight of the beat-up treasure map—rusty, written over, and burnt around the edges—his movement stopped at the red cross marked obnoxiously atop of liyue harbor.

"i will take you there one day! i heard they have a super nice lantern festival! we can make lanterns and write wishes on them!"

he never managed to get you there. you had died before he even made it past dawn winery on his reckless attempt to carry you to liyue.

the decision to strap you to your bed until your last minute did not sit well with him; he had wanted you to see the outside world despite your terrible health, he had wanted you to meet the sun and moon personally, so he snuck you out of mondstadt and made a run for it. a terrible decision, truly, he was never going make it.

bennett could still remember the final knock of your weak hand against his back, urging him to give up. he remembers how he had to find a comfortable spot under a tree where you could see the moon clear as day. he especially remembered the moment he watched you take your last breath, and he worried how he was supposed to explain this to anybody.

your parents would have killed him if jean and the adventure's guild didn't stand by him, but still, that would never stop him from thinking that everything might have been his fault.

the red cross that once signified a final destination, a dream within reach, now served as a warning. the red marker was tainted with the blood of your death, as if screaming, "never go there! the last time you tried, your friend died!"

diluc raised his brow upon bennett sudden stop in movement. he pushed himself off the wall and stepped a little closer, watching the boy with knowing intensity. the moment was finally here after the train of denying cheerfulness. the sun, sitting alone by the dead moon, was finally falling apart.

tears fell seamlessly out of bennett's pretty eyes as cries huffed past his mouth. he looked around, noticing everything but not taking them into account, seeing everything but not understanding the purpose of them. what was the sandwich for? what was the map for? what was the everflame seed for? what was the tombstone for?

he was just crying. that was all he knew to do now.

little clouds of grieve and guilt allowing the switching off of his bright exterior and finally, reverting him to who he truly was: just a boy; a boy who lost his dear friend, a boy who could not have done better than he could before and now, a boy who had his love taken away and was left to deal with it with nothing but tears because that was all he should understand.

"i'm so sorry," he said. "i miss you so much, please come back."

there was a hint of softening in diluc's chest.

it was all bennett could do; these cries of bargain. please come back, so this time around i will figure it out, this time around i will protect you, this time around i will love you better than i did before.

diluc didn't know much about bennett, but he knew for sure that the boy loved you more than he had let on, more than the amount he regretted not showing. like the sun that hides itself so the moon can shine, its affection hidden beneath the mountain and the ocean in incalculable ways.

they are the same, on many unspoken levels they are the same.

diluc waited until the boy dropped asleep on the grass. he walked over, looked at him, couched down to gather his things, and he hoisted the boy on his back so he could bring him to jean and ask for the whereabouts of his home.

bennett stirred a little, but he didn't wake up. amid his slumber, he mumbled your name, and diluc wondered if things would turn out better for the boy.

he wondered if the sun will shine like it used to again, even though the moon has died.

[sadclearance]

right hand

pairing: katsuki bakugo x male!reader

summary: 5 things bakugo uses his right hand for + 1 thing bakugo uses his left hand for *wrote with “left hand” being in mind as a prequel, but can also be read as a standalone 

category: fluff

warning(s): none

word count: 1500

key:

s/t - skin tone

i.

when they were in high school, midoriya izuku noticed that bakugo katsuki--his childhood friend and bully--always started fights with a right hook.

which was incredibly powerful, albeit predictable.

midoriya still remembers a specific sunny morning in their third year when this expected yet efficient move was used for something that wasn't exactly a fight. a second year had made the unbelievably stupid mistake of--

"watch it, dumbass!"

and immediately after bakugo caught y/n before he could fall on his ass, bakugo's right fist met with the second year's nose, successfully breaking it and scorching off the hairs of the kid's eyebrows.

at the time, nobody really thought anything of it. bakugo was protective of the few people that he considered--but would never outright admit--to be his friends, and y/n was one of them.

ii.

but it was at the christmas social event that was held for the third years to get a chance to make connections as well as have fun before the end of their student years that it became clear that it was much much more than just friends looking out for each other.

"what're you doing all alone?" kaminari asked as he leaned against the wall next to y/n.

"everyone's either flirting with pro heroes or kissing their asses, and i'm not really in the mood to do either."

"yeah, i can see that," kaminari snickered as mineta got slapped in the face by mount lady after both a series of terrible flirting and a horrendous attempt to literally kiss her ass.

"surprised you're not doing the same."

"well..." kaminari said as he pointed up. he was wearing a hat with a hanging mistletoe.

"how not unexpected," y/n laughed.

"you know the tradition," kaminari winked pointing at his lips.

"okay, okay. for the holiday spirit--"

and as y/n leaned in to give kaminari a peck, a strong right hand grabbed his chin, and his lips met with a pair that belonged to someone else.

kaminari was too shocked to be disappointed after being pushed away by none other than bakugo.

"fuck off, dunce face," bakugo said before crashing his lips against y/n's.

that was one hell of a way to find out that two of his best friends were dating.

iii.

bakugo's jealousy only got worse after graduation.

but to be fair, that was his own fault.

he may have chilled out since their time together as first years, but he was still a headstrong ambitious hero.

they didn't go public with their relationship because bakugo figured it would be distracting to his goal.

which was a decision that he immediately regretted when he remembered just how attractive y/n was--something that other people clearly appreciated as well.

y/n got gifts, compliments, and very suggestive comments wherever he went, which did nothing but fuel bakugo's anger and displeasure.

there was a solution to this problem, and it was to let it be known to the world that y/n was his and his only.

instead of doing what normal couples do and going to an interviewer or announcing their relationship on his social media accounts, bakugo decided to--

"so... y/n," the barista looked at the name she just wrote on the cup and then back to y/n. "are you seeing anybody?"

"what's taking so fucking long?" bakugo asked as he came up behind y/n, right hand harshly meeting y/n's left ass cheek.

"ow! what the hell? there's paparazzi right outside of the window," y/n scolded, gesturing toward the crowd of people with cameras on the other side of the glass wall.

bakugo's only response was to press a kiss against y/n's lips, smirking into it as he saw a flash of light in the corner of his eye, fully aware of the fact that his hand was still on y/n's ass.

iv.

when he saw a building crumbling on top of y/n, he knew what he had to do.

he had faced a similar obstacle to this in his first year of high school, when he was up against round face--ochako. she had collected rubble that he had unknowingly provided and gathered it all up to the sky, later using it as a weapon by making it rain down on bakugo.

a building, however, had much more stone than a collection of collateral concrete that an individual collected over only a few minutes.

"y/n!" he shouted.

recreating the move from his first year, he raised his right hand and released a massive explosion--one much larger than the original maneuver.

he had succeeded for the most part. small bits of rubble rained down on them, but it was more like getting hit by hail than being buried by a boulder.

"bakugo!"

the mentioned man gritted his teeth and pressed the rough fingers of his left hand into his terribly cramped and pained right hand.

"you overdid it, you idiot!"

y/n rushed to get medical attention, and bakugo reluctantly let himself be pulled around.

he would've crudely yelled back that he didn't need help, but the worried look on y/n's face stopped him.

"i'm not gonna die, dumbass," bakugo rolled his eyes. the words were intended to come off harsher, and more like bakugo insulting a subordinate for not being able to see the obvious, but they came out closer to a soft reassurance instead.

"do that again, and i'll kill you myself," y/n glared. he looked more like an angry puppy.

"as if you could even land a hit on m--"

y/n's lips shut him up.

"even though that was the stupidest thing i've ever seen, thank you for saving me," y/n smiled, rubbing soft circles into bakugo's right hand.

"'stupidest thing you've ever seen'..." bakugo grumbled.

v.

"what the fuck are you doing?"

it's been a habit to hold hands while doing almost anything since their time together at u.a.

hell, they used to hold hands throughout basically all of high school except during hero training.

subjects like math, language, history--they didn't require both hands. they only needed to write on a piece of paper, and they only needed their dominant hands for that.

so it comes as no surprise that that habit followed them to their pro hero years, pale left hand entwined with s/t right hand as they finish their paperwork.

bakugo's confusion was prompted by y/n's sudden fascination with his right hand.

"i rarely ever give this one attention," y/n shrugged.

"it's not its own being. like a pet or a person."

the look bakugo gave y/n told him that he was the biggest dumbass in history, but y/n ignored it in favor of responding, "still a part of you i rarely get a piece of."

"i hate the way you worded that, creep..."

"you're still blushing."

"in your fucking dreams!"

+i.

going to a nice place was somewhat out of the ordinary for the two of them.

bakugo was focused on being the top hero, and being the top hero meant sacrificing a lot of time.

y/n doesn't know what changed bakugo's mind so suddenly, but he wasn't about to reject a once in a lifetime opportunity.

"the breeze is so nice," y/n breathed in the fresh air of the beach.

he had ran up to the gorgeous ocean, cold water hitting his bare legs while he tried to convince bakugo to join him.

"not up to the challenge? that's rare," y/n teased, turning his back to him and going deeper into the sea.

"oh, shut your trap! i have a damn good reason."

"yeah, i'm sure you do. you sure you aren't just cold?"

"i said shut the fuck up!"

"okay, okay," y/n complied and entertained himself with the vibrant blue waves.

"i love you," came bakugo's voice abruptly.

"that's weird, you never say it first, especially not without any form or profan--" y/n turned around to give bakugo a ridiculous look, laughing as he did, only to stop almost immediately.

"fuck y--" bakugo had to stop his habitual reflex. "marry me... dumbass?"

bakugo with a nervous tone, one knee in the sand, struggling to not get up because of the annoying shifting and imbalance, and a ring in his hands was a priceless sight to see.

"yes! yes! yes!" y/n ran back to the dry sand.

bakugo grinned and accepted the kiss but broke it off sooner than he would've liked for the fear of dropping the ring and losing it to the waves.

he slid the ring on y/n's hand with a proud smile before y/n demanded to have the other ring.

"shit, calm down," bakugo laughed, but he couldn't help but feel happy that y/n was just as ecstatic.

although he was the one to say that, bakugo's left hand struggled to stay still as y/n put the ring on bakugo's ring finger.

"i love you," y/n pressed his lips against the trembling left hand once he was done.

with the rings safely on their hands, bakugo could freely go back to enjoying the treasure that was y/n's lips.

❥๑━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━๑❥

a/n;

a sequel exactly a month after

i like this format because i'm shit at transitions

i mean just look at the shift from iii to iv...

i had an idea for the right hand theme for a while now since the battle trials when izuku mentioned the right hook thing but i was like woah i could do it with this while writing left hand

[7-wonders]

Hardships Unnumbered

Summary: The quest to save Julia begins, but not everything is as it seems in this mystical land.

Word Count: 1969

A/N: Hi friends! This is the second chapter of my Labyrinth King!Michael AU fic, "It's Only Forever." I'll link the first chapter down below. I hope that you enjoy and, as always, likes, comments, and reblogs make my world go round.

(also there's a couple of little easter eggs/one big one and I'm really excited to see who figures them out)

Chapter One

Though you put your hands out in front of you to brace yourself, it doesn’t help you to discern which way is up and which way is down until you finally stop rolling. With a groan, you shove yourself up to your feet. Your palms are scraped and slightly bleeding, your jeans are torn at the knees, and leaves and twigs now adorn your hair. All in all, this is not the way you had hoped to start this mission to get Julia back.

Now that you’re already at the bottom of the hill, it’s easier to decide how to start this jaunt through the Labyrinth. After all, you certainly can’t go back up, and the solid ground beneath your feet only leads one way. The shining spires of Michael's castle at the center of the maze, closer than you had thought, rise high above you and act as a compass. All factors considered, you can definitely run this in a couple of hours. Then, once you’re both safely out of here, your first order of business is to call the cops.

Your confidence begins to fade the longer that you walk along with the wall separating you from the inside of the maze. There’s no door, or arch, or opening anywhere to be seen. Turning around, you look back to see if you’ve missed the entrance. Instead of finding one, movement catches your eye. A man, tall and willowy, cries out victoriously at something trapped under his foot. He seems to be your best bet, and you decide to approach him.

“Excuse me?” you say.

The man startles, obviously not expecting to see anybody here. “Oh!” he cries in surprise, looking at you as if you’re the first person to ever cross his path. His hair is bleached to look almost white, and he has a pair of oddly-shaped sunglasses with purple lenses covering his eyes. The checkered jumpsuit, complete with ruffles on the shoulders, both does and doesn’t go with the sunglasses. You’re not quite sure why the people that live here dress so funny, but it’s making you feel underdressed.

“Which way do I go to get into the Labyrinth?”

“Now, why would I tell you that?”

“Because you must have come from there,” you pause, looking down at the man’s foot when you hear a squeaking, “oh! Is that a fairy?”

“Mhm.” Your childlike wonder is abruptly swept out from under you when he kicks the small, blue creature into the forest.

“Why did you do that? That wasn’t very nice!”

“Go ahead and pick one up,” the man says, “you’ll see how nice they are when you’re missing a finger.” As if to prove his point, a fairy flies up to you and hisses in your face, showing off two rows of razor sharp teeth. “What is it that you wanted, again?”

You huff. “To know which way to go to get into the Labyrinth.”

“Did you try asking it?”

“I’m sorry, what?” You roll your eyes in disbelief before mocking him. “‘Labyrinth, please let me in!’ Is that what I should say?”

He doesn’t have to respond, for a sudden rumbling has you turning around. To your shock, there’s suddenly an open space in the wall that hadn’t been there just a second ago.

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m Gallant.” You want to tell him that you weren’t guessing his name, you don’t even want to know his name, but he continues. “Who are you?”

“(Y/N).”

“Ah, that’s right.” So this is one of Michael’s ‘subjects?’ After all, if your dreams have been right (and you’re still half-convinced this is just the elaborate scheme of some unhinged weirdo and not magic, despite what you just saw), then that means that Michael is also the ruler of the Underworld. With that logic, Gallant must be some sort of a demon. If that’s the case, you certainly don’t want anything to do with him.

“Well,” you say awkwardly, “I’m going to go now. Running on limited time, and all that.”

“You’re just going to go in there? Alone?”

“Yep.”

“But--but the Labyrinth leads to the Labyrinth King!”

“That’s kind of the whole reason why I’m here.”

“You’re going to get hurt in there.” Gallant gasps. “You could even die in there!”

You set your shoulders, walking to the hole in the wall and glancing back. “I won’t, but thanks for the concern.”

“Wait!” Even if you did want to listen to what he had to say, you couldn’t, for the wall closes back up on itself the moment you step through it. Mildly jarred though you may be, there’s not much you can do to change this, so you turn around and try to figure out whether to go right or left. Both directions look exactly the same, so with the flip of a mental coin, you go right.

After both walking and jogging for what must have been over a mile, you’re no closer to any sort of landmark that would tell you where you are or how close you are to the castle. There haven’t even been any corners to turn past, just one long, unending aisle. You’re starting to feel a little claustrophobic as you finally come to a stop, needing to take a break for a minute. Sinking down against the wall into a sitting position, you find yourself looking back and forth down the path. Both directions look exactly the same, for as far as you can see. You groan dejectedly and put your head in your hands, allowing yourself a moment of pity before getting up and trying again.

“Hey there!”

You jump at the sudden Southern-sounding voice. “Who’s there?”

“Me, of course!”

Looking around, you see a small door just to your left, and a small woman, probably less than a foot tall, standing next to you. Her curly blonde hair is pulled up into a ponytail, showing off her pointy ears. “And you’re...talking to me?”

“There’s nobody else around, is there?” The woman glances inside the open door. “‘Cept the missus, of course.”

Another woman, also blonde, pokes her head outside and smiles up at you. “Hello!”

“Why don’t ya come inside for a while? ‘Delia makes a killer gumbo.”

“Uh...no thanks. I’m just taking a break for a moment before I find a way to the castle.”

The woman’s face turns severe, and she holds her shawl tighter around herself. “You must be awfully brave if you’re so determined to go up there.”

Brave? You wouldn’t call yourself brave. Stupid, maybe, for bowing to the whims of the guy who’s kidnapped your charge, but not brave.

“But anyways, just go through the wall across from us and you’ll be on your way.”

You look in front of you to see the solid wall. “Through there?”

She nods.

Logic is telling you that this is obviously false, but, considering the same thing happened with Gallant, it can’t hurt to try. Standing up, you cautiously put your hand up to the wall, expecting to meet, well, a wall. Instead, you almost fall through a doorway that leads to another passage in the Labyrinth. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

“You will be if you keep going.”

You choose to ignore this, at this point knowing that everybody who lives here is terrified of their ruler. “Thanks for the help.”

The elf stares at your back as you walk through the new corridor, figure becoming smaller and smaller. “If she would have stuck around, I would have been able to get her on the right track back home, not towards that horrible man.”

From inside the house, a timer beeps. “Misty, supper’s ready!”

///

In the stone chamber of the King of the Underworld’s throne room, a three year old girl is currently winning a staring contest against a demon. Michael watches as the demon’s eyes begin to water (with blood, of course), before he eventually gives in and blinks. The little girl cheers before looking at Michael.

“My daddy’s gonna kick your butt, you know. He saved mama from aliens once.”

“Silence, child,” Michael commands, but he can’t help the twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth. It’s difficult to hide his amusement when this child is the most lively thing to grace his castle since...well, he can’t quite remember since when.

Being surrounded by demons of all shapes and sizes, with a variety of horns or extra eyes or tails, gets old after a while. Demons, quite frankly, are a bore. All they want to do is scare people and cause mayhem, yet continue to use the same methods that have been in place for thousands of years. If Michael’s being honest with himself, everything’s a bore to him here. In the early years, this job had been quite fun. Lots of naive humans to terrify and endless souls to torture.

Michael himself had been prone to naivety, then. It was easy to deal with the buffoons that called themselves demons when it seemed that, soon enough, he would find somebody to share this burden with him. After all, it was the guy upstairs who believed that emotions were for the humans. Michael, however, found it to be one of the most carnal pleasures. To love, and to be loved, seemed like the greatest sin. As the years passed, and the whole routine of ruling the Underworld became stale, Michael began to embrace the feelings of dejection, while simultaneously dreading the thought of an eternity alone.

That’s why, no matter the outcome of tonight, Michael would at least have something to add a little color to his black-and-white world. At the very least, the child would provide much-needed entertainment in the Underworld. She seems quite creative, which could potentially lend itself to some new and innovative torture methods. But, that would almost be a non-starter, considering the whole reason that she’s here, the whole reason Michael implemented this plan in the first place, is to get to you.

You, who managed to somehow win over demons disguised as beggars that loitered outside of the bookstore you worked for. You, who was constantly coming up with your own ideas for stories, creating and erasing entire worlds within your mind (a power far more powerful than any regular magic, Michael believes). You, who had somehow managed to vex and enchant him, without ever having spoken a word to him. He had seen you on one of his visits up Above, talking to a beggar demon as if they were your equal, offering food and shelter to their grotesque form. From then on, he knew that he had to have you, and from that, a plan was born. The Labyrinth, which he had subtly placed in every single one of your dreams for months now, was impossible to run through. You would inevitably lose. And when that happens, he’s prepared to accept your frantic offer where you exchange yourself for the child. He is, after all, a benevolent ruler.

“Mr. Michael?” Julia questions, breaking Michael out of his pondering.

Michael hums, deciding that he won’t lecture her on the importance of referring to rulers by their titles. “Yes, little one?”

“Do you have juice here? ‘M thirsty.”

“Abaddon!” Michael calls, the demon appearing in a puff of smoke. “Get our guest some refreshments.”

The demon turns to do Michael’s bidding, shocked when Julia grabs their clawed hand and skips along with them. “I really like your spiky horns,” she says.

Michael looks up at the clock on the wall, noting that only nine hours remain for you to reach the center of the Labyrinth and rescue the child. Perfect. He’s not one to get too cocky (yes he is), but these are odds he’s willing to take.

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Out Of Time ~ 131

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Word Count: 3,805ish

Summary: The fight continues.

“Y/N? Did you do it?” Steve asked, still fighting off the creatures attacking them. No answer though. “Y/N?” Still nothing. “I need eyes on Y/N!”

“I’m heading to the lab now!” Bucky responded.

“She seems to be in a trance,” Shuri finally answered, coming up to Y/N. “Her eyes are glowing the same color as the Stone, but it’s clear she’s not really here.”

“And the Stone?” Steve wondered.

“Floating in between her hands. But I can already tell there’s a protective barrier around it. We won’t be able to get to it.”

“I’m here! I’me here!” Bucky exclaimed, running to Y/N’s side. “Shit.” He knelt in front of her, knowing not to touch her. “Steve, we’re going to have to wait this out. Waking her isn’t going to be a smart option.”

“Stay by her side then! She’s one of the few things stopping Thanos from succeeding.”

“On it.”

“I’m going to secure the lab,” Shuri stated, rushing off with the guards.

“Oh, doll,” Bucky sighed. “Where’ve you gone now?”

~~~

Y/N was kneeling in the common room of the SHIELD base she had once called home. Everything had an orange tint to it, so she knew she was in the Soul Dimension. Standing up, she observed the room. No one was there and it looked like it had those many years ago when they first had found the base. Untouched, undamaged, ready and waiting for adventure.

Confused as to why she was there, Y/N stood up and began to make her way around the base. Memories of all the good times and bad she had shared with the team crossed her mind. She had completely forgotten about the troubles in reality as she wondered, eventually finding her way to Coulson’s office. With a shaky breath, she opened the door. Looking around, she froze when her eyes saw it. Saw him.

“Hey, Y/N,” Coulson smiled. He was in a black suit, sitting against his desk. “Told you I’d always be there.”

“Phil?” Y/N gasped. “What… how… this means… you died.”

“About a week ago.” Coulson stood up straight, unbuttoning his jacket. “May should have sent you a letter. Though, I understand why you haven’t gotten in yet.”

“Why are you here?”

“Don’t know,” he shrugged. “The Stone brought me here. I immediately knew it was because of you though. What’s going on?”

“I… Thanos is coming for the Stones. I was in Wakanda, trying to destroy the Soul Stone and now I’m here.” Y/N looked around. “They told me… they warned me.”

“Who warned you? About what?”

“The Stones warned me that if I tried to stop them, they would stop me. This is them doing that.”

“Why would they do that though? Aren’t you suppose to save the universe or something?”

“I am… just not yet… people are going to die. And I won’t be able to stop it…”

“People die every day, not everyone’s deaths is your fault.”

Y/N shook her head. “This is different though, Phil. So very different.”

Coulson sighed and walked over so that he was standing in front of Y/N. “Always been so stubborn and full of heart. But instead of staying here feeling guilty about it all, before it even happens, you need to focus and beat this Stone out.” He set his hands on her shoulders, looking at her square on. “You need to get out there and help everyone else.”

“I don’t—“

“No excuses. Focus. Close your eyes, take a deep breath and focus.”

~~~ 

Back on Titan, the small team there was trying to recover from a moon being thrown at them. Iron Man took the biggest hit. Moon-chunks were still flying everyone, with random debris as well. Mantis, Drax, and Star-Lord were all unconscious, flying through the air. Luckily, Spider-Man was still conscious. He swung through the air, catching the unconscious Guardians.

“I got you!” Spider-Man exclaimed, webbing Mantis. “I got you!” He snagged Drax next, securing both of them to something not moving. “I’m sorry I can’t remember anybody��s names!” He then reeled in Star-Lord.

Dr. Strange and Thanos began battling each other. Both using their available powers to counter the other. After Strange duplicated himself, Thanos used the Reality and Power Stones to discover the real one. He then used the Reality and Space Stones to pull Strange forward, letting Thanos grasp him by the throat.

“You’re full of tricks, wizard,” Thanos said, reaching for the necklace holding the Time Stone.

“No!” Strange yelled as Thanos snapped the necklace from his neck.

“Yet you never once used your greatest weapon.” Thanos crushed the necklace with his bare hand. “A fake.”

Angry, Thanos threw Dr. Strange and his head hit a rock, causing him to pass out. Almost simultaneously, a red and gold device slapped into the palm of the Infinity Gauntlet, bracing the fingers open. Iron Man then made a fast and hard entrance.

“You throw another moon at me, and I’m gonna to lose it,” Tony said, clearly done with Thanos.

“Stark,” Thanos greeted.

“You know me?”

“I do. You and the girl aren’t the only one cursed with knowledge.”

“My only curse is you.”

Small rockets popped out of Iron Man’s back and launched at Thanos. The rockets all exploded on target, momentarily shrouding Thanos in smoke. Before it cleared, Iron Man pile drove into Thanos horizontally, using his single super jet boot. As he bounced off, Tony flipped and stuck the landing, immediately re-configuring his boots into ground clamps and his gloves into rocket-driven battering rams, punching Thanos into the ruined wall behind him.

Thanos shook it off quickly. He reached forward and tore Iron Man’s helmet off, revealing Tony's surprised expression before the suit recovered automatically and re-formed his head protection. Thanos made use of the delay and punched back hard, sending Tony sliding meters away and giving Thanos time to rip the brace device off the gauntlet. He immediately used the Power Stone to stream energy at Tony, who formed a shield to kneel behind just as instantly, getting pushed back even further by the incredible force.

Iron Man slid out from behind the shield, letting the angled energy push him away for a faster start, and whipped back to Thanos. Tony kicked at the Titan with his left foot, turning the boot into a ground clamp at the same time to pin the gauntlet. He kept twisting while his left glove became a ran again, slamming into Thanos’ face and cutting his cheek.

“All that for a drop of blood,” Thanos panted.

Thanos smiled before punching Iron Man, sending him pinwheeling. He then started beating him with his fists. Iron Man attempted to block the blows with his forearms, but Thanos was relentless, picking him up by the helmet and blasting his midsection with the Power Stone. The gaps in the nano tech suit were gaping, as the armor lost the ability to recover from the intensity and extent of the damage. 

Iron Man landed hard from the Power blast, struggled to one knee and fired his right hand repulsor at the inexorable Thanos; the beam was easily deflected by the gauntlet. Tony got to both feet as the suit tried to complete repairs, adding the beam from his left hand as well. Thanos walked right up to him, and backhanded the incomplete helmet completely off Tony's head. He crossed his arms to block a blow from Thanos' gauntlet, and had his left hand caught over his head. 

In desperation, Tony formed what's left of his right glove into a short-sword, which was also easily caught by Thanos, snapping it off clean and driving it through Tony's left side. Thanos then walked Tony back until he was sitting, and placed the gauntlet almost comfortingly on Tony’s head.

“You have my respect, Stark,” Thanos said. “When I’m done, half of humanity will still be alive.” He let go, straightened and stepped back. “I hope they remember you.”

Tony was a little distracted with the pain, blood drooling out of his mouth and compromised breathing. Thanos raised the gauntlet, closing his fist, all three of the Stones glowing.

“Wait,” Thanos said, noticing the problem. He unlisted his hand and looked at the side of the gauntlet where the Stones sat. “The Soul Stone,” he growled. He looked around, realizing that someone had been missing from he whole fight. “The girl.” He glared at Tony. “Where is she?”

“Away… from here,” Tony panted.

“AHH!” Thanos screamed, powering up the gauntlet. 

“STOP!” Strange shouted. “Spare his life… and I will give you the Stone.”

“No tricks.” Strange shook his head and Thanos pointed the gauntlet at him instead.

“Don’t!” Tony pled.

Dr. Strange reached up and plucked the Time Stone out of its hiding place. His opened his tremoring hand and the Stone floated to Thanos. Strange and Tony watched as Thanos took the Stone and dropped it into the thumb setting, the energy pulse making him wince.

“Two to go,” Thanos stated.

An energy blast hit the gauntlet and Thanos grimaced in surprise. Screaming in incoherent rage, with his helmet up and firing from both hands, Quill came flying straight for Thanos. Thanos didn’t bother responding to the assault, simply using the Space Stone to disappear. Star-Lord flew through where Thanos had been and crashed, rolling several times.

“Where is he?!” Quill exclaimed, standing and de-helmeting. Tony was stitching up his stab wound with his suit. “Did we just lose?”

Tony looked at Dr. Strange, clearly saddened. “Why would you do that?” He asked.

“We’re in the Endgame now,” Strange responded.

~~~

“Focus harder, Y/N!” Coulson ordered. “The Stone is trying to keep you in here. You need to get out there and help your team.”

“I know, Phil!” Y/N responded, frustrated. She ran her hands down her face. “I know…”

“Momma!” She heard a boy’s distance cries. “Momma!”

Y/N looked up, standing front he seat she was in. “Is that… no. Impossible. He’d be just a year.”

“Age doesn’t work the same in the Soul Stone,” Coulson replied.

“Momma!” The cry was frantic, clearly something was wrong.

“AJ?” Y/N responded.

“Momma!” 

“AJ!”

A little boy, probably no more than six, came barreling into the room. He quickly latched onto Y/N and she bent down to hold onto him.

“AJ,” she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. She pulled back and knelt down, cupping his cheeks. “You’re so big.” He was the perfect mix of Y/N and Tony.

“There’s a problem, momma,” the little boy told her, trying to catch his breath. 

“A problem? What’s the problem?”

“With daddy! He’s in trouble.”

“Dad? What’s wrong with Tony?”

“Thanos hurt him and now Thanos is headed for Earth. You have to do something.”

“I will, sweetheart,” she pressed a kiss to his head. “I will. Can you do something for me, AJ?”

“Of course, momma.” 

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at her son. “Stay with Uncle Phil, okay? He’ll take care of you while I can’t. And don’t worry about me or your dad. I’m going to fix this.”

“Okay, momma.”

“Your momma and daddy love and miss you so much, you know that right?”

“I do,” the little boy nodded. “I love you too.”

Y/N gave a teary eyes, tight lipped smile. “That’s a good boy. You go stand back with Uncle Phil, alright?”

“Alright momma.”

She stood up as her son hurried over to Coulson. Her and Coulson made eye-contact. “Take care of him.”

“Are you kidding?” Coulson smiled, picking up AJ. “I’ve always wanted to be Uncle Phil. Now, focus.”

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. She held her hands in front of her, palms up, as she closed her eyes. She could feel the Stone pushing against her, wanting to keep her there. But she wouldn’t let it, she had to be stronger. Focusing on the need to leave and the power surrounding her, Y/N began to channel it. Quickly, she could feel the power building inside her, begging to be let free.

“Keep going momma!” She could hear AJ cheer.

Y/N took in as much power as she could, before she felt like she would explode. Opening her eyes, she looked at Phil and AJ. They were both taken back my the incredibly amber shade Y/N’s eyes had taken, but they knew it was the Stones.

“Don’t let him forget me,” she told Phil.

“Never,” he responded.

With one last look at her son, Y/N closed her eyes and turned away. Letting out a painfully scream, the power inside her blasted out, cracking the inner walls of the Soul Stone.

~~~

“Bucky!” Steve called. “How’s it going up there?”

“She hasn’t moved, Steve,” Bucky responded with a shake of his head. “She’s— wait.” Bucky looked closer at the Stone floating between her palms. “The Stones cracking. She’s doing it!”

“Let me know when she’s done.”

“Come on, Y/N,” Bucky muttered. “You can do it, doll.”

As the Stone shattered into pieces, falling onto the ground, Y/N shouted out in pain. Her hands found the floor, stabilizing her from falling on her face.

“Oh my— Steve, she did it,” Bucky told the others, pulling Y/N into his chest. “She destroyed the Stone.”

“Good,” Steve replied. “Now you two need to get down here and help us hold them from getting Vision.”

Bucky held Y/N close, pressing a kiss to her hair. “You did it, doll.” He rocked them. “You did it.”

“Bucky…” she whispered, pushing away to see his face. “I—“

“Everyone, on my position,” Steve directed over the comms. “We have incoming.”

“What the hell?” Nat wondered.

“Cap,” Bruce said, “that’s him.”

“Eyes up,” Steve ordered. “Stay sharp.”

“Get us down there, Y/N,” Bucky said. “We have to help them.”

Arriving through a portal, ready to fight, Y/N and Bucky watched as Steve didn’t even get to strike before he was set back by purple energy from the Power Stone. T’Challa tried next. His armor was fully charged, kinetically, and he leaped high, claws extended. He was easily grabbed by the throat and punched to the ground, his armor discharging violently. Falcon was next, swooping in, but was stopped when his wings became rubbery and unable to sustain flight.

As Rhodey tried to stop Thanos next, Y/N noticed Vision and Wanda off to the side. Vision was kneeling before Wanda as she was channeling her energy towards the Mind Stone. Bucky rushed up to Thanos next, only to be punched away by the Power Stone. With a shaky breath, Y/N stood in front of Thanos.

“There you are, my little one,” Thanos smirked. “You took something from me.”

“It wasn’t yours to keep,” you responded.

“You know, the Stones warned me about a person able to channel them and use them to destroy me. I just didn’t imagine them like… this.”

“And I didn’t imagine you purple, but I guess we all have our disappointments.”

“I know what you did with the Soul Stone. You're foolish to think that could possibly stop me.”

“You’re foolish to think I can’t.”

Channeling the Stones, Y/N began to fling debris and rocks at the Titan. Only for him to block and destroy them before he was hit, also by using the Stones. Okoye flung a spear at Thanos as Y/N tried to keep him distracted. Unfortunately, Thanos was still able to throw both Okoye and the spear to the side, all while fighting Y/N and wrapping Natasha in bands of Earth. Groot tried to use the roots to stop the Titan, but Thanos easily broke them as he blocked Y/N’s assaults. 

Finding a lucky moment of weakness, Thanos was able to fling Y/N across the clearing. He marched over there, ready to punch her, but Steve slid under his fist. The Captain screamed as he tried to hold Thanos off. Thanos, though, slammed his other fist into Steve’s head, rendering him insensible.

“Steve,” Y/N muttered, crawling over to her brother. She gently shook him. “Steve, come on.” Nothing.

Panting and aching, Y/N looked up just in time to see Wanda holding back Thanos while finishing off the Mind Stone. Y/N gasped sharply as a pain rolled over her whole body. Thanos walked closer to Wanda as their energies subsided and Vision fell over, lifeless. 

“I understand, my child,” Thanos said. “Better than anyone.”

“You could never,” she snarled.

He reached down, stroking her hair. “Today, I lost more than you can know. But now is no time to mourn. Now… is no time at all.”

He reached forward, clenching the gauntlet. The Time Stone glowed and flowed green energy around his fist. In response, time began to reverse. Y/N could feel the Soul Stone and Mind Stone repairing themselves.

“No,” she gasped. Trying to stand up, she watched as the Mind Stone and Vision became intact and conscious once again.

“No!” Wanda screamed, lunging for Vision before she was swatted away.

Thanos picked up Vision by the throat, lifting him to eye level before digging his hand into Vision’s forehead and yanking out the Mind Stone. He pulled it loose and Vision immediately went limp and colorless. Y/N tried to run over there, only to be knocked down by Thanos tossing Vision at her. 

Setting the Mind Stone in place, Y/N noticed the Soul Stone appearing in front of Thanos. Angrily, Y/N portaled in front of him.

“There’s nothing you can do to stop me now, my child,” Thanos smirked.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t try,” Y/N responded.

She opened a small portal, using it to grab the Soul Stone before Thanos could. Thanos growled as his hand swiped over where hers just disappeared. Before Y/N could do anything, suddenly she was wrapped up in roots and slammed against a large tree. She groaned at the impact she took, especially where her head was concerned. Thanos marched over, chuckling darkly.

“You can’t over power me, even with the Stones on your side,” Thanos said.

Taking a shaky breath, Y/N tried to channel the Stones to get free. Her breath hitched as she could feel the Stones but they wouldn’t let her use them.

“We told you this had to happen,” the Stones taunted her thoughts. “We told you that we would stop you.”

Y/N breathed shakily as Thanos used the power of the gauntlet on her. She screamed out in pain as her had was forced open and the Soul Stone was freed. Thanos smirked as he took the Stone and put it back in place. The energy surge from the gauntlet caused Thanos to bellow and Y/N to cry out in pain again. She could feel it all, but not access the power. Tears built up in her eyes as she met Thanos’.

“I’m so sorry, my child,” he said, not sounding sincere at all. “I wish there was another way.”

He lifted the gauntlet at Y/N, powering it up. Bracing herself, she clenched her eyes shut and turned away. But before Thanos could blast her, a bolt of lightning strikes him, digging him into the ground and grinding him back. Thor arrived, eyes glowing with power. He raised his new ax above his head and hurled it at the Titan. Thanos fired with the whole might of the gauntlet against it, but it didn’t slow the ax. The ax slammed right into Thanos’ chest. Thor landed in front of Thanos.

“I told you,” he growled. “You’d die for that!”

Thor took hold of the back of Thanos’ head and forced his ax in deeper. He stared at Thanos angrily as the Titan cried out in pain.

“You should have…” Thanos said weakly. “You… You should have gone for the head.” He lifted up the gauntlet and snapped his fingers.

“NO!” Thor screamed.

Y/N let out a scream that sounded that she was dying, cause she sure felt like it. She could feel the Stones working together to complete Thanos’ plan.

“What’d you do?” Thor asked. “WHAT’D YOU DO?!”

Y/N cried as Thanos used the Space Stone and disappeared. She was still suck on the tree. Steve stumbled into the clearing, holding his left side.

“Where’d he go?” Steve asked. “Thor… where’d he go?”

“Steve?” Bucky called, coming into the clearing. “Y/N?”

Bucky and Y/N made eye contact as he suddenly stumbled over and collapsed into ashes. Steve, in shock, walked over and touched the ground where Bucky’s ashes were.

“BUCKY!” Y/N screamed. “NO!”

Letting out a loud, sorrowful cry, the roots holding Y/N to the tree burned off her and she fell to her knees. She could feel the Stones letting her access them again, almost in a taunting way. With heaving breaths, Y/N lifted her head up and watched Wanda, Sam, Groot, and T’Challa all disappear, turning into ash like Bucky.

“NO!” She screamed again, unleashing a wave of power from her that rippled across the battlefield. “No….” She whispered.

~~~

On Titan, the team was collecting themselves. Mantis propped up Star-Lord, Spider-Man helped Tony to his feet, while Drax and Nebula managed to limp over on their own.

“Something’s happening,” Mantis said before disintegrating into ashes. 

Quill looked behind him to see Drax disintegrate.

“Quill?” Drax said as he dissolved.

Quill stared in horror as he turned back to Tony, who was starting to panic.

“Steady, Quill,” Tony told him.

“Aw, man,” Quill said, also disintegrating.

“Tony,” Strange called calmly, “there was no other way.” Then he disappeared as well.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter said, realizing he was fading away. Tony stared, horrified. “I don’t feel so good…”

“You’re alright,” Tony said, trying to be calm but his voice was shaking and he was looking at Peter in terror.

Peter was stumbling towards Tony, terrified. “I don’t know what’s— I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t—“ He fell into Tony’s arms, clutching him tight while beginning to cry. “I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go, Mr. Stark, please. Please, I don't wanna go. I don't wanna go… I’m sorry.” 

And then Peter turned to ash in Tony’s arms. Tony fell forward from the lack of weight in his arms, staring at his hands in disbelief.

“He did it,” Nebula stated.

~~~

Steve, Thor, Rhodey, Nat, Bruce, and Rocket were all mourning near Vision’s dead body. Y/N was still on her knees beneath the tree, holding and rocking herself as she cried.

“What is this?” Rhodey asked. “What the hell is happening?”

“… oh, God.”

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Sonny was watching TV with Amanda when his phone went off. He paused the movie and answered the phone:

“Barba it’s kinda late--”

“What's wrong with your cousin?” he flatly said.

“Excuse me?” Sonny asked. “What kind of question is that?”

“Just answer the question, Carisi,” Barba insisted.

“Well it's a loaded question, Barba.” Sonny replied.

“Okay then just answer me this,” Barba sighed. “Why did I come back to my apartment to find her halfway through my once full bottle of vodka and pouting on the couch. Oh, after she had gone through all of my things of course,”

“Aw shit,” Sonny muttered under his breath. “That's kind of on me, Barba,”

“One second babe,” He muttered to Amanda, while he got up and went into his kitchen.

“Babe?” Barba asked.

“It’s just Rollins,” Sonny dismissed it.

“So you have feelings for me, but you’re fucking Rollins?” He asked in a snarky tone.

“What, are you jealous or somethin’ Barba?” Sonny smirked.

“No, don’t be stupid,” Rafael rolled his eyes. “Why is it on you?” He changed the subject.

“I should have never filled her head with doubts and suspicions and then sent her back to your place; when I should have known that you would keep a full bar in your apartment,” Sonny sighed as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Well of course I would keep a stocked bar in my apartment Sonny, I entertain people and I'm a grown man,” Rafael scoffed.

“Yeah, again it's on me,” Sonny repeated.

“Okay so what is wrong with your cousin?” Rafael asked.

“I think that pretty much answers it, don't you think?” Sonny asked in a “duh” tone.

“... I see,” Rafael glanced at his bedroom door wearily.

“Where is she now? Did you send her away? Please tell me you didn't send her away,” Sonny begged.

“No I didn't send her away, she's sleeping it off in my bedroom,” He got up and walked to his bedroom door. “I didn't want to just kick her out because she was upset. I'm not that big of a dick,” He whispered as he watched you sleep. You looked so calm and peaceful, that’s the girl he remembered.

“ You know, this should probably be better explained in person,” Sonny walked back into his living room where Amanda glanced over at him. He motioned for her to get her stuff together.

“Can I come over?”

“Yeah okay, not like I have anything else to do,'' he rolled his eyes as he shut his bedroom door and walked back to his living room.

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Sonny showed up to Rafael's apartment with a loaded head and a semi heavy conscience. He knocked on the door and Rafael let him inside.

“Okay so what kind of long story is this,” Rafael asked while he poured himself a glass of scotch. He noticed Sonny giving him a weird look.

“What? It's not like she's in here now,” he rolled his eyes.

“True,” He nodded. “Do you have beer?”

“Yes, dark or light?” Rafael made a disgusted face while he asked. He couldn't stand the taste of beer but he always had it on him just in case he had barbarians over such as Sonny.

“Shiner Bock, if you have it,” Sonny requested. Rafael nodded as he went into his ‘party fridge’ and handed him one before sitting on the couch across from him.

“Alright so where do I start?” Sonny thought out loud.

“Well I guess first of all I wanted to say I don’t wanna say I told you so, but this is exactly why I didn't want you and Y/N to get involved in the first place. It had nothing to do with my feelings for you. It’s because I know that you tend to keep relationships with guys and girls chill and casual, but Y/N is a special case and special to me,”

“Yeah.. I wish you had expressed that before,” Rafael groaned.

Well what was I supposed to say in front of her, Barba? ‘Oh hey by the way, you probably shouldn't get involved with my trainwreck of a cousin? Sonny asked defensively.

“Maybe? I don’t know…” Rafael sighed as he put his head in his hands.

“Look, Rafael,” Sonny put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not like she’s some kinda degenerate junkie,”

“Oh well, that’s great--” He started to roll his eyes.

“I’m serious Rafael!” He pounded the table.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry Sonny,” He finally used his first name, trying to be as soft with him as possible. He could see how much you meant to him, and it was really endearing. “Go ahead,”

“Alright,” Sonny sighed, ready to tell your life story. You would probably kill him later for it, but there was no hiding your...issues now, he might as well get the whole context.

“Well, first of all-- her dad died before she was born, overdose,” He began. “Then she was stuck with her junkie mother, my auntie. Who by the way at this point, nobody had heard from in years,” He took a sip of beer.

“So anyways,” He began again. “One day, she showed up at my mom’s doorstep with Y/N, and told her that she can’t take care of Y/N, or that she didn’t want to,” He sighed. “She was three years old by then, I don’t even wanna think about what happened before then,”

“Jesus…” Rafael muttered.

“I was eight years old at the time, my sisters were even younger. My mom and dad had enough on their plate with just us. So, I kinda took her under my wing,” He went on.

“We became so close, she wanted to go by “Sunny” just so she could be like me. I told her it would be confusing for the two of us, so I called her Sunshine, Sunny for short. That way if I’m calling her sunny, then obviously it’s not myself,” He chuckled. To this day, he still called you Sunshine.

“But as she grew up, she just...kinda had a rough go. She didn’t really interact with kids her own age, she was really defensive and untrusting with anybody but me. Not even my parents. And then we got the call that her mother died, and it ripped me up inside to see her body at the funeral. It was so fucked up, she was so fucked up. That’s why I-- I think something really bad happened to her when she was with her mother, Rafael. Like-- really, bad.

“Fuck..." Rafael muttered while glancing at his bedroom door. He didn't want to imagine what you had been through at such a young age. He wanted to run in his room right now and just hold you, but he kept his composure.

“So then I went off to college when she was ten years old, just about to start junior high. She begged me to stay, but I told her she had a good family and that my parents and sisters loved her as much as I did, and to stay out of trouble. But...kids are cruel. They made her harder, and harder. Without me there to be her-- I dunno, her guiding light or her-- protector, she just kinda fell into a bad crowd by the time high school rolled around,” He sighed while taking another swig of beer.

“...Right,” Rafael nodded.

“So when i came home from school my mom told me she was going to kick Sunny out. I asked her why, and she went on and on about how she had gotten in with these local girls who were like, I dunno some kinda girl gang, and they’d knock over liquor stores and then get drunk and stoned. She said she was never around anyway, unless it was to steal money out of her purse; And she just didn’t wanna deal with her anymore,”

“...But she was only fifteen at the time,” Rafael was stunned.

“Yeah, and that’s what I told her!” Sonny exclaimed. “Look Barba my mom is the salt of the earth, but like I said she had a lot on her plate and my dad wasn’t around a lot-- and she had three other daughters to watch out for,”

“Three of her OWN daughters,” Rafael clarified with a judgmental tone.

“HEY,” Sonny warned. “I know how it sounds. And maybe-- maybe you’re right, maybe that’s why she washed her hands clean of Sunny. Because she was just a by-product of her fucked up sister. But I-- I’m not gonna condemn her for it. And you sure as hell don’t get to judge her,”

“You’re right,” Rafael nodded while sipping his scotch.

“So I took Sunny in,” Sonny finished his beer as he wrapped up his story. “I took her in while I went through the police academy. I made sure she got sober, quit hangin’ out with those girls, I got her to do well in school, hell I got her to graduate high school!”

“And…?” Rafael pressed.

“...And when I started bouncing around precincts, she was finally a productive member of society so she started living on her own. She had a few jobs, but never really going anywhere. So once I got placed here in SVU and started making better money, I started helping her out with rent and her car, as long as she promised to start going to community college. Which she agreed to because she really does wanna make something of herself,” He half smiled thinking about how far you had come and how proud he was to call you his cousin now. You were so full of life with dreams and ambitions he never saw in you as a scared little kid.

“Okay so-- how does all of this lead to what happened tonight?” Rafael leaned back and crossed his arms.

“Because she’s still an addict, Barba!” Sonny tried not to yell, but didn’t understand why Rafael was still so flippant about you.

“Just because she got her life together-- I got her life together, doesn’t mean that she just got ‘better’. She’s on a daily see-saw of sobriety. I do weekly ‘drop ins’ just to check on her. It’s gotten a lot better as time goes on, and the less and less I worry about her, but--” He took a breath and looked at the floor.

“....Deep down she’s still that little girl with all of her walls and her distrust. She doesn’t have friends, I really don’t think she’s ever had a stable ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend,’ I mean she-- she doesn’t, talk to people,” He paused before looking up and into Rafael’s eyes.

“...Which is why it has been yankin' my chain tryin’ to figure out just why in God’s name she was so-- open, to you,” He finally admitted. “She’s never been that close to anybody else but me, not in her entire life,”

“Wait,” Rafael put a finger up. “So...you haven’t actually been jealous of Y/N this whole time, you’ve been jealous of me?” He half laughed.

“I mean, it’s a little of both,” He shrugged with a small smile, able to joke about his feelings now. “But I meant what I said when I first got here, I know the main thing that Y/N needs in her life right now is stability. And you-- you are not stable, in the least,”

“Oh I’m the unstable one?” Rafael raised an eyebrow.

“Relationship wise, yeah,” Sonny pointed out.

“....Fair point,” Rafael nodded as he finished off his scotch. He knew the longest relationship he had ever had was with the cute barista he saw every morning who knew how to make his coffee just right. And that relationship only took him five minutes a day to maintain.

“So…” Sonny knocked Rafael from his thoughts.

“So...what?” Rafael quirked an eyebrow.

“So, I think that--” Sonny took a deep breath, knowing you might hate him for this. But it was for the best, and it needed to be said.

“I think that if you care anything about her, or me for that matter, that you let me take her home, and forget about this whole weekend,”

“....I mean…” Rafael rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't want to let you go. Well, he didn't want to let go of the girl he had met at Forlini's. The girl who made him laugh, who he could be his true self around, the girl he might---

“Look the bottom line here Barba is that Y/N is-- a lot of work. I should know, I’ve been taking care of her for 19 years. But I don’t mind it, because I love her more than anything else in this world. Well, her and the rest of my family. But still-- I love her,” Sonny now stood up.

“And I get that you like her, but she--- she has gotten way too serious about you way too fast, and way too hard. And this?” He gestured around the room, referring to the whole night. “This ain’t even the tip of the iceberg with her, if she’s really fallen off the wagon,”

“...God dammit,” Rafael stood up and began to pace in his living room. He thought about every single second he had spent with you since he met you; you had never seemed so...broken, as Sonny was describing you.

“What I’m saying is, unless you’re ready to-- ‘deal’ with her, and everything that comes with that, please for the love of God, just walk away now,” Sonny pleaded.

“Because she won’t listen to me if I tell her to stay away from you. And if things get too ‘real’ for you, you’re just gonna freak out or-- or get bored, and throw her away. Her self worth will drop to shit. And if that happens, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get her back from that,”

“I would never just throw her away, Carisi,” Rafael rolled his eyes.

“You can’t say that, Barba,” Sonny debated.

“And why the hell not?” Rafael narrowed his eyes.

“Because you’ve never NOT just ‘thrown away’ someone,” He chuckled. “That front door might as well be a garbage chute,”

“You son of a--” Rafael started to yell at him but Sonny cut him off.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Barba. Look me in the eyes and tell me I have no idea what I’m talking about, and I’ll leave here and let you deal with her the way you want to,” Sonny looked at him pensively. Rafael looked at him for several seconds, then softened his glare into a sad concession.

“....Take her,” He muttered softly while looking at the ground.

“Thank you,” Sonny mumbled softly as he turned to go retrieve your passed out self from the bedroom. However, he was instead met with the most unsettling sight:

You were standing in the doorway of the room, glaring at the two of them.

“...H-Hey, Sunshine--” Sonny tried to appease you with an awkward smile.

“Don’t,” You growled, stomping into the living room and began packing your bag.

“Y/N, what are you--” Rafael went to put a hand on your bag but you snatched it away before you shot fire out of your eyes into his gaze.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I misunderstand what you just said?” You barked at him with tears in your eyes. “Because I’m pretty damn sure I heard ‘take her’. You know like I’m some sort of defective Amazon package,”

“That’s not what I meant---” He softly spoke, the guilt of his words being heard by you was quickly eating him alive.

“No I know what you meant, Rafael,” You zipped your duffel shut angrily.

“I heard the whole god damn spiel. Which, by the way, thank you so much for detailing my entire little sob story, cousin,” You glared at Sonny as you started walking towards the front door, shoulder checking him.

“But neither of you have to worry about anything anymore, okay? You’re released from your ‘duties’. This trainwreck is leaving the station, so you can relax,” You looked at the both of them with pain in your eyes, tears cracking your words.

“Sunshine--” Sonny started after you.

“DON’T,” You glared at him while putting a finger up. “Don’t ever call me that again,”

“At least let me drive you home--”

“No,” You shook your head. “And you know what, cuz? I didn’t realize I was such a financial burden, so you know what? Cut me off. Because I’d rather be homeless again than take any more money from you,”

“What did I do?!” Sonny was now angry. “All I did was come over and try to protect you, that’s it!”

“I don’t need your protection!” You screamed. “This whole time...this whole time, I thought you were proud of me. That you trusted me,”

“I do trust you--”

“You don’t!” You stomped your foot while tears streamed down your face. “Y-You think that if . one single thing like a boy not liking me is gonna set me off, like I’m some kind of bomb you’ve kept from detonating for years. My life is not your responsibility anymore, Sonny! I don’t think it ever was!”

“Well who’s else was it gonna be?!”

“NOBODY’S!!!!” You finally dropped your duffel bag and kicked the wall, leaning your head against it. You were strangely quiet for a long pause before you spoke again in an eerily calm voice.

“...Do you know why my mother “dropped me off’ with your mother?”

“Because she couldn’t take care of you--”

“No I heard what you said,” You sniffled with a sad smile. “Because she didn’t want to,”

“Sunshine--”

“But leaving me with your mother, was her plan b,” You cut him off, still looking at the floor.

“What do you mean?” Sonny asked cautiously while looking at Rafael who had a terrified look in his eyes.

“She didn’t want to ‘burden’ her sister with me, but she had to when I wouldn’t die,”

“...W-What?” Rafael almost choked on the words in disbelief.

“She tried to smother me with a pillow, but I wouldn’t die. I kept screaming and crying, and I guess it touched her strand of humanity, so she stopped,” You rolled your eyes with the same sad smile.

That memory was forever imprinted in your brain. The terror of being woken up in blackness, unable to breathe. The smell of the cigarette smoke covered pillow being shoved into your throat and nostrils. Your mother crying and telling you it would be over soon, just to let go. And finally her sad, pathetic whimpers and sobs when she finally lifted the pillow from you, disappointed in herself that she couldn’t do one good thing in her life. That now she was going to have to pass you, her problem, onto her sister.

“Y/N, baby girl--” Sonny stepped towards you again.

“I wasn’t supposed to be raised by anybody, Sonny. I’m not even supposed to be alive!” You stomped your foot again while tears continued to flow.

“That’s not true!” He ran over and grabbed you in a hug. “You are not a burden,”

“Really?” You laughed sarcastically into his shoulder as you pushed him away from the hug. “You just said your mom didn’t even want to deal with me. Nobody did,”

“I did!” He argued. “I do,”

“Yeah well, maybe I’m my mother’s daughter. I don’t wanna be your burden,” You picked up the duffel and opened the door.

“Okay well you have no choice in that so you’re gonna have to let that go,” Sonny grabbed your hand before you could walk away.

“Fine,” You finally conceded with a blank expression.

“Guess I’ll just have to let a lot of things go, won’t I?” Your voice cracked as you looked at Rafael one more time with the saddest eyes.

He stared back at you with a stone cold face. He wanted so badly just to go and hold you in his arms, telling you how you didn’t deserve any of what happened to you, and that you deserved everything good and all the love in the world. But Sonny’s pleas were still in his head.

He didn’t know if he wanted the responsibility of your entire self worth and happiness, let alone your sobriety on his shoulders. He didn’t even like to get close to clients with that many issues, the pressure was too much. So instead he just stood there, trying not to show how much this was killing him, sending you away like this.

“Come on Sunshine, just-- let’s go, okay?” Sonny pleaded with you softly, pulling at your hand. You didn’t answer, you just nodded and started walking down the hallway towards the elevator, leaving Sonny at the door.

“...Thank you, Barba,” He mumbled softly, nodding at Rafael. Rafael barely nodded back before Sonny closed the door.

As soon as it was closed, Rafael dropped on his knees and began to cry. He didn’t know why exactly, was he crying because he felt horrible for all the shit you had gone through? Was he angry at himself for not being able to get over his own bullshit to actually open up and care about someone for more than a week? Was he really that big of a hypocrite, showing empathy to clients all the time but shutting out the one person he felt he might-- he couldn’t even think it. He wouldn’t let himself think it. He just composed himself and poured another scotch while turning on the TV, trying to forget what just happened.

His NETFLIX menu popped up; it asked him if he wanted to continue watching Bojack Horseman. He closed his eyes and muttered obscenities in spanish while memories of the night before flooded his brain, making him cry angry tears once more. He finally decided just to go to bed, maybe his brain would release him from torture if he could turn it off.

He wasn’t sure he could ever turn it off now.

[heresathreebee]

Wearing THAT

[Dewey Finn X Female Reader]

Summary: Reader teases Dewey in a Poison Ivy costume. You have a really hard time saying exactly what you want... Masterlist Next

Word count: 3.1k words (no beta) 

Warning(s): 17+ | teasing, lots of teasing and boners, lap sitting, near nudity, touching

AN: only Thots here, thots about Dewey Finn also is Ned British? He's British in my head

This was some sort of test. It had to be. God was testing him through you and you were not playing fair. It’s a costume party not a competition, you pompous little sycophant. And yet he can’t help but tug at the collar of his shirt. It’s not even anywhere near his throat but why else would he feel so constricted? It’s certainly not because of you…

You walked into his shared apartment wearing that and you had no idea the effect it had on him. 

Dewey watches you sling an arm around Ned and kiss Patty’s cheek in greeting. “Hi guys! Thanks for inviting me, I’ve been dying to put this on.” 

“Oh you look lovely,” Patty coos. She plucks at one of the plastic leaves on your corset. “Did you make this?! It’s so intricate.” 

You bark out a laugh. “Oh hell no! I have this cousin, right? And him and his fiancé own this shop where they make costumes for movies and theatre and if you pay ‘em right, ‘personal use.’ And they don’t ask questions what ain’t their business either.” 

“Well, I’m sold.” Ned raises his beer for a toast and Patty clinks it with her bottle of mysterious green juice. “Prost! What’s the name of the shop? Wanna see if they’re online– you know, for... support.” 

“Ned,” Patty swatted his empty hand (no need to be shy, we already know they’re freaky). 

You pat your friends on their backs and take a step towards the kitchen. “Gonna get myself a beer.” 

“Oh honey you don’t have to do that. Dewey!” The man in question nearly covered himself in his own drink when he heard his name. “Be a good host and get this lady her beer!” 

“Yes captain,” Dewey salutes and Patty can do nothing but glare in her Star Trek yellow shirt costume. Original series, of course, nothing but the best for Patricia Di Marco. 

Dewey takes a hold of the moment he has his back to you to take deep, calming breaths. He will not let this be the end of him. Your friendship means so much more to him than that and a little fancy green corset was not going to make him fuck things up with you. 

He’s ready for you when he hands you your beer. Your one arm hug is appreciated because he’s sporting a bit of wood and he’d hate to find out your corset isn’t thick enough to hide it– or god forbid you feel him on your thigh. And god, your thighs… those sheer green nylon tights were doing unspeakable things to him. Maybe if he kept you close and kept your legs out of his peripherals he could make it through the night without embarrassing himself. 

Or maybe not. 

“Are yoooouuu a college student?,” you ask and point at his inconspicuous clothes. 

“Actually– ” he opens the buttons of his shirt to reveal another shirt with a superman logo on it and buttons it back up clumsily as you laugh. “Ssshhh! Don’t tell anybody. Protect my secret.” 

“Of course,” you giggle. God you feel good hanging off him– usually he loves how physical you are but he has to figure out a way to keep his distance without offending you and quickly. “You like mine?” 

The way you pick up a thick swirling red lock and direct his attention to the very thing he’s trying not to look at is killing him. Of course you look even better up close. The leaves of your corset give the thing depth and texture, your gloves are fingerless and go over your elbows, and your heels are high, like make- him- feel- his- below- average- height high. 

“I like these.” Dewey plucks at the ring of leaves at the top of your gloves. It’s a way to keep his mind off your everything else. “Did you dye your hair?” 

“It’s a wig.” You tug on the top and then the bottom, wincing a little. “Sew in, so don’t go snatch it.” 

“I would never!” 

“Poison Ivy, eh? Think that’s one of Dewey’s favorites,” Ned blabs. 

Dewey sends him a death glare so powerful Ned chokes on his beer but you’re looking at your Spock-dressed friend so you can’t see it. 

“Oh, really?” You return your gaze to Dewey and say, “well you must be loving this, then.” 

Dewey swallows. No words come to him and there is nothing to stop the awkward silence that follows. You appear unbothered by it, maintaining eye contact as you smile almost knowingly… 

“We should play twister,” he says with the most unsure voice ever. 

“We don’t even have twister,” Patty mumbled. “Come on, there are like twenty other games setup, let’s play!” 

~

Dewey gives it a minute and when he’s free from you, he catches Ned by his pointy green ear and drags him into the hall. “Hey? What the fuck are you doing?” 

“Whah– what are you talking about?” Ned slaps at the hand fisted in his shirt but Dewey doesn’t budge. 

“You can’t just go telling people I’m into them, dude! Do you know how close you came to giving me away?!”

Ned scoffed. “Her? I hardly think she’s ignorant to your feelings, you’re not like that Steven from Austin fellow.” 

“– Are you talking about stone cold Steve Austin?"Dewey buries his face in his hands- "It’s his last name, not his birthplace–” 

“And besides…” Ned peeks around the corner to see you in the middle of some sort of posing game. Everybody's trying to take the form of some sort of vehicle, and you've got Chloe in a headlock and Vance's leg in the other hand. Ned never got to finish his thought because someone dropped a huge bowl of popcorn and that too became a game of ‘how many can you eat off the floor before Patty cleans it up.’ Ned’s got to help and he’s got to help now. 

Dewey finds himself on the couch with his fifth beer of the evening. Vance, Jeremiah, and Chloe are talking baseball stats when suddenly Dewey’s vision is filled with green and red just before you sit down. Right between his legs. He unconsciously scoots up to make room for you and before he catches on to your game, you nestle into his space by the arm of the couch and sling your legs across his like you belong there. 

Ok, something is definitely up with you. 

Would he describe you as cuddly? A little. Perhaps a more appropriate word would be… hands on. Long before he started wanting more than friendship with you, you two were always just touching. Your presence and your love language was physical. Dewey never felt like you were invading his personal space or overstepping his boundaries because he simply had none with you and the feeling was mutual. But this was something else. Something that wasn’t there before. 

Was it him? Was he fucking up his perfectly in sync companionship with you because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants or (his heart for that matter)? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to drag you closer or push you flat on your ass right now. 

You were listening to Chloe chew Vance out for hating Gritty the mascot when you felt Dewey plant a hand on your forehead. “Hey, are you feeling ok?” 

You gently shake him off and raise a single eyebrow. He seems serious, his voice gone all soft and making you feel gooey inside. 

“You just seem… I dunno,” he fumbles, “do you want me to take you home after this?”

Hellooooo opening! “Actually, can I stay here tonight?” 

“Yeah, of course.” Fuck, who said that? Dewey? Ah, shit… 

 “Thanks,” oh oh you should not be rubbing his thigh right now… “I think I’ll go change here in a minute.”

Oh please do, please please puh-leeaaase–  

~

After a brilliant movie drinking game (which Dewey tapped out of), the crowd began to disband. 24 became 20, then 18, then 12. You went out to your car to grab your overnight stuff and Dewey was hoping for a brief reprieve from the assault of your visage. He just needed a few more people to leave so he can sequester himself and rub one out– you know, get his head straight. Ever since you left his lap he’s been rock hard, there’s not enough blood flowing to his brain. The guest count is down to 3– 2 with you in your car, and he can’t wait anymore. 

Dewey slipped into the only bathroom in the house and prayed to god nobody noticed him. He barely got his hand wrapped around his shaft when Patty’s fist banged on the door demanding he help clean up. Sulking and agitated, Dewey managed to calm down while cleaning up red solo cups, glass beer bottles, cans, and small pocket sized objects that would need to be returned to the guests after their hangovers subsided (no keys, thankfully, everybody’s got a DD). His “predicament’ is nearly forgotten when you finally return with a bundle of clothes, disappear into the bathroom and reemerge in loose sleepwear with your makeup wiped clean and uh… braless. 

You catch him looking. Dewey– surprisingly sober after he gave up drinking half way through his sixth beer– does nothing short of raise a slightly irritated eyebrow at you. “Cold in here, huh?” 

“Shut up. You know how uncomfortable it is to sleep in a bra?” 

You help him collect a couple bottles that rolled under the couch and walk with him down to Ned’s car. Patty would sort the recyclables from the trash in the morning (late morning, she did a couple rounds of tequila shots thanks to you). It’s almost like the party never happened; you’re shooting the shit again and everything is right in the world. He’s got no ulterior reaction to putting a hand on your hip– that’s just a normal thing in your perfectly platonic relationship. God, he really must have been imagining things, he was beginning to think you were actually trying to flirt with him! 

Ned’s bent over the kitchen sink with Patty and holding her hair back. He looks up as you enter the apartment and shakes his head. You and Dewey make yourself scarce by slipping into the shared bathroom to hide. You try to giggle quietly as Dewey surveys the skincare products you covered the counter with. He points to your head and asks, “you wearing that to bed?” 

“It’s sewed in, I’m not taking this off for three weeks at least,” you answer. “Get my money’s worth. I can work it like my natural hair.” 

Dewey nods. You rub your arm nervously and look for something to say, something to circle back to the whole point of showing up looking like a sexed up goddess. What do guys like? Girls wearing their clothes, right? But you need to phrase it perfectly… 

“Dewey?” He looks up from the scrubby lip balm in his hands. “I’m not quite ready to go to sleep yet and it… it is a little chilly in your place. Can I wear your jacket?” 

Just to bring your meaning home, you tug on his sleeve– the very jacket on his back. You don’t want just any jacket, you want that one, already warm and scented by him. You don’t miss the way his eyes glance past you like he was reluctant to comply. And yet… 

“Yeah, here.” He slips out of it with ease and drapes it over your shoulders. You miss the sigh of relief he makes when you pull the zipper closed and obscure your pebbling nipples. “Think I’m gonna go help Ned put Patty to bed.” 

Ned was a scrawny little thing and couldn’t carry her by himself, and she needed to be carried. Competitive by nature, it’s easy to talk her into virtually anything, especially if it feels like girl time. You need Patty in a deep sleep for your plans tonight (sorry not sorry). Dewey’s very sexy as he bears most of Patty’s weight. She’s clinging to Ned, arms around his neck and babbling incoherently while Dewey’s got an arm around her waist and legs, keeping Ned on his feet. You skirt ahead of them and open the bedroom door, help pull her shoes off, her captain insignia, her earrings, you even wipe the spit from her lips and the eyeliner smeared on her cheek. 

“You’re my favorite ever,” she whimpers, “I love you so much, you’re like my best friend ever…” 

You shush her gently. “You say that about everybody when you’re drunk, baby. I promise I’ll make you a fat breakfast in the morning but you gotta go to sleep now, OK?” 

Patty nods. She snuggles into her pillow just as Ned is taking up position as the big spoon when she looks back up at you and asks, “can we go for a run together?” 

You blink evenly. “Yes.” You already regret it as she smiles big and wide. It would be just your luck this is the one thing she doesn't forget in the morning.

Finally it's just you and Dewey in the hallway. It feels like you're standing between two choices: his open bedroom door and the living room. But it seems like only you can feel the weight of it. 

"Are you sure you want to stay over?," Dewey asks, "you can use my bed." 

You perk up out of your heavy mood. "Really?" 

"Yeah, I'll take the couch tonight." 

He can't possibly miss the way you instantly deflate but he's still not putting the pieces of the puzzle together. "Dewey. I'm not going to kick you out of your own room." 

He shrugs. "Suit yourself. I'll grab a few blankets." 

There's a storage closet in the main building with this one extra soft blanket that Dewey knows you'll love. You on the other hand have got no more patience left. Once the man leaves, you stomp your foot and decide to try one final act.

Dewey returns to the apartment to find an empty, quiet living room. Ned and Patty are in bed, but where are you? He wanders past the bathroom door because it's dark inside and checks his room. There you are reclining on his bed. He could have sworn you were wearing pants before but your legs are bare and his jacket hugs the tops of your thighs. He also could have sworn you were wearing a shirt. He finds both items folded neatly beside you with your underwear right on top. 

Oh…

This cannot be happening right now. He just survived tonight by the skin of his teeth and now you were doing this to him. He’s going to pull his hair out, going to scream, it’s so frustrating because he can’t just ask you what you want– you’ll turn the question back on him and he’ll fuck it up. He lets the blanket fall from his grip and with a heavy sigh he whispers in a weak voice, “straight answers only. What are you doing to me? Why you doin’ this?” 

You cock your head and answer leisurely, your eye drifting across the items in his room. “You know that’s not how I roll, but if you want me to address the elephant in the room: I'm naked in your bed right now." 

Against his better judgement, Dewey moves closer. "I can see that." 

One step closer and your eyes find him again. Like an invitation you lean back more, even uncross your legs but go no further. Dewey swallows his tongue and waits for you to elaborate and every second is agonizingly slow. 

"You think you can just walk around here with your pretty face and cocky little attitude like it’s nothing,” you said accusingly. 

Dewey glared at you. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.” 

“Well we're in agreement then,” you’re almost sneering at him, but he knows it’s because you’re really frustrated with yourself, “I look and I touch and I feel but I don’t know, you know?” 

“Not a clue,” he sighs and sits himself beside you. He’s done trying to keep his distance. “Let’s go back to you being naked in my bed.” 

“Do you like it?” 

“Do I like it?,” he repeats incredulously. Dewey leans back on his elbow to look you over from top to bottom. You look damn good in nothing but his jacket. You’ve got the long ends of your red hair in braids that sweep down to your navel. The zipper rests tantalizingly right below your ribcage. Dewey dares to reach out a mollifying hand and give a tiny stroke to that silver keeper. He cannot bring himself to speak above a whisper as he nods, “yeah, I… I like it.” 

The tension leaves your shoulders and you wear a small grin. “It’s not too late to take it back. Say no, and I’ll put my clothes back on and sleep on the couch like none of this ever happened. This,” you point between the two of you, “doesn’t change unless we want it to.” 

… this was real. In answer, Dewey’s chin wrinkles and he watches his finger travel upwards, drawing a light line up the expanse of your chest between your breasts to feel you shiver at his touch. Thing is he doesn’t want to say no, but wouldn’t it be better? Safer? He asks the question he’s been dying to know all night. “What do you want from me?” 

“Whatever I can get,” you answer truthfully. “Whatever you’ll allow. Don’t trouble yourself with labels and things ‘cause what we have has always been so much more than that.” 

Dewey feels a weight lift off of his chest. His hand works around your waist and drags you closer, halfway under him and he rests his perspiring forehead on your breastbone. Whatever happens next happens, for better or for worse. 

You’re not troubled when Dewey moves the jacket to expose one of your breasts, however you are taken aback when he bites you. You barely manage to stifle your yelp when you feel him growl against your flesh and the sound vibrates straight to your core. Dewey drags his head up and stares you dead in the eye as he kneads your savaged breast. 

“All night,” he growls, “all fucking night for this? We could have done this ages ago. The salon, the drive in, Chloe’s cat’s birthday– grocery shopping last week. But no, instead you pick a party full of people and you’ve had me riled up for hours.” 

Dewey pinches your hardened peak and you keen. “‘m sorry…” 

“No you’re not, but don’t worry: you will be.”

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