#lotta limp boys out there

[2headed-disaster]

Sidney must’ve taught a class on playing dead in a scrum

[darkboysroadtrip]

I just got a new puppy and that's making me wonder if any of the boys have pets? (Has this been asked) -Bubble

"Puppy!" Patton almost yells the word before remembering that they're still in the library.

"We have a dog" Roman says, "she's a cute russet Snickerdoodle! I wish we could have brought her with us."

"She is doing better with her sitter than she would have on this trip" Logan says, "we had no idea what would happen it was a sound idea to leave her."

Roman juts out his bottom lip, "I know but, counter point: I love her."

"Counter counter point: that is precisely why she's not here"

"Doesn't mean I have to like it" Roman mutters.

Dee answers before there's time for Roman to start whining, "I used to have a snake, I'm thinking about getting another when this is all done."

"That was a nice snake... I wonder where it went" Remus thinks.

Dee glares, "yes, dear I wonder."

"Whoa hey now" Remus puts his hands up defensively, "I didn't notice that the top was left open, I said I was sorry!"

Dee's expression softens to a pout, "I know, but that snake was my first pet."

Remus squishes Dee's face to his chest "I will get you all the snakes you want!"

Dee says something but it's muffled by Remus chest.

Remus pats Dee's back, "no, no don't thank me you can just soak in my generosity."

Dee visibly laughs, he tries to tickle Remus to make his grip loosen but it doesn't work - if anything Remus' grip gets a little tighter.

Dee lets his arms dangle and then he goes limp - Remus has has to move fast to not let him fall to the ground which has him now holding Dee bridal style (and still limp).

Remus looks down at his boyfriend playing dead, kisses his cheek and continues on with the question like nothing even happened.

"I've had a lot of rodents growing up, I think my parents thought it would help me calm down or learn responsibility or something" he shrugs, "a lotta good that did them."

"Don't forget that dog we hid for months" Roman interjects.

"I can never forget Ol Scroungy."

"Hieronymus."

"Uh huuuuuh, whatever you say broboob."

Roman does that little offended Roman noise he does - you know the one.

"Wait a second" Virgil straightens up from his usual slouching stance like he's just remembered something, "I... I guess I technically have a pet tarantula now" he starts to look worried, "oh man I hope she's alright wherever she is."

"She seemed more aware than any regular animal, I'm sure she's fine" Dee responds.

Remus gasps "you're alive!"

"I am, good to know you'd just hold my corpse like nothing's happened."

Remus licks Dee's nose, "you don't weigh anything to me, I didn't even notice you were there."

"Charming" Dee smirks.

"Shut up you love me."

"Irrelevant."

"Anyway, moving on from that sickeningly sweet display" Virgil mutters.

"Nuh uhn" Dee says, he grabs hold of Virgil's shirt and yanks him towards him and Remus, "you get in on this too mister!"

[Asks are always wanted! Shoot em here (⁠ﾉﾟ⁠0ﾟ⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠→ ]

[clovermarigold]

Daggers & Daffodils Chap.26

Dagur x reader

Lotta jump cuts in this one, but don't blame me, that's just how the episode was.

It had been rough since the incident with Dagur. Heather left the edge, claiming she needed time to think. Snotlout nearly got killed by a pack of speed stingers. And Astrid nearly left the edge, had it not been for the A team, she likely would have. Overall, you had been going through it. It was embarrassing enough, having Dagur need to teach you how to breath in the middle of a negotiation of life or death. But having Heather no longer trust you was really the knife in the back. 

Scabbard cooed as you scratched her underside, stretching with a high yawn. "Good morning to you too, girl". 'Mornings' if they could be called that, were your one escape from the chaos that tended to ensue. Being able to laze about in your warm sheets for hours before getting up to do small chores. You had been strategic enough to wrangle yourself the late evening patrol of every other day, allowing you to stay up and sleep in as late as you wanted. 

And boy did you sleep in. Currently it was a few hours from sun set, you really should fix your sleep schedule. But alas, the night calls for you. Truly, you are creature of the night. Dragging yourself out of bed and smoothing out the wrinkle left from your sheet on your face, you stretch and leave your hut. 

Exiting after your heavenly nap only to be met with your friends on edge and visibly worried left you with a moment of confusion before your mood dropped. Ah, you understood. It had been too good. In no world would you be allowed a gift of rest, solitude, or peace. "Ok what happened?" You groaned, pinching your brow. "Astrid didn't come back from her morning patrol" Fishlegs said. "What? But it's almost sunset?", "We know, that's why we're worried. Alright gang, saddle up" Hiccup said, the group jumping into action. 

"We'll all head in different directions. I'll take the south--" Snotlout interrupted, "No. I should head south". "And why is that?" Hiccup asked. "Because Astrid likes to fly south, and she'll obviously be expecting me to rescue her" Hiccup rolled his eyes, "Like I said, I'll go south".

"Rain, wind, all of us splitting up. Sounds like the perfect opportunity for a rogue sea beast to leap from the depths of the ocean and pick us off. One. By. One." Tuff said, waving his hands as if it were the so-called beast, "Tuff can you be serious for once" you asked, though it was more of a threat. "Alright gang, let's go find her" Hiccup said, making you all disband in search of your friend. 

"She is going to be so sad when you rescue her instead of me" Snotlout said, reluctantly turning his dragon north. "Oh, don't worry. I'll tell her it was all you" he said, voice laced with sarcasm. But, apparently not enough for Snotlout to clock, "You'd do that for me?", "No. No, of course I wouldn't".

You searched for hours, combing the banks of stray, small, islands that she could have washed up on. While your brother searched the open ocean. Luckly, he managed to find her just in time, her arms finally giving out, the waves pulling her underwater. "Y/N!" you heard him scream, flying towards you on Toothless, her unconscious body limp in his arms, "Is she breathing?!".

"Yes, but she's freezing" he held her tighter. "We need to get her back to the edge, and out of this storm, now" with a nod the two of you took off, Toothless shooting a recall blast into the air to signal the others. 

"Stormfly!" Astrid yelled, shooting up from bed with everyone surrounding her. "Hey, hey, it's ok" Hiccup soothed, placing a hand on her arm. "Try to relax, you had a rough night, you're exhausted" you said, checking her temperature, which was still colder than you would have liked. "No, no,no. You don't understand. They were all in cages. And they have Stormfly!".

"Whoa, whoa, wait, slow down. Cages? What are you talking about? What happened out there?" Hiccup asked. "Dragon hunters" the group gasped, stomachs dropping, "A whole fleet of them". "And they have Stormfly" Hiccup said worried. "Yeah, this big ugly one... --oh when I get my hands on him..." she clenched her fists tight enough for her knuckles to pop. "Come on! Let's mount up!" She jumped out of the covers and ran towards the pens. "Stormfly!.... Oh" she stopped when she remembered. "You can ride with me" Hiccup said, the group springing into action. 

"Urgh, there has to be some clues here somewhere. Something" Astrid huffed as you combed the beach. "How many cages were there?" Hiccup asked. "Remember all the cages on the Reaper?" he nodded, "Double it". "We got nothing. Just a bunch of trash. Looks like these Dragon Hunters are also litter bugs" Ruff says shaking her head. "Yeah, there should be some kind of penalty or fine for littering. I mean, am I wrong people? What if everyone were this careless and inconsiderate? What then? Where would we be then?" Tuff said, shaking his sister before breaking into dramatic, questionable sobs. 

"I knew coming here was a bad idea. What did we hope to find anyway?" Snotlout said annoyed, walking away from an empty chest before screaming at the feeling of something sharp stabbing his foot. "Ow! Something bit me! I'm allergic to sand crabs!" he yelled as he fell back onto his bottom, lifting his hurt foot into the air. Grabbing his foot to inspect the wound, instead of a crab there was a green arrowhead lodged in his foot. You pulled the arrowhead out, making Snotlout scream, and catching Astrids attention. "Ow, aren't you supposed to leave blades inside you when you're stabbed!?" Snotlout asked frantically. "No, leaving it in will only get it stuck there" you obviously lied to placate the boy, with a snide smile. "Now you and I both know that's not true" he said grumbling with narrowed eyes. 

"This is a Dragon Hunter arrow. Stormfly, was hit by one of these right before she was caught. I've never seen her act so out of control" rubbing your finger against it, a green oil residue was left on your finger, "It might be some sort of refined dragon root. It's the only thing I can think of that has that effect on dragons. In high doses it can overwhelm a dragon's senses completely, to the point they can't control their wings".

"That's exactly what happened to Stormfly" Astrid said. "Think of it" Fishlegs worried, "Just one quiver of these arrows could decimate an entire flock of dragons". "How are we going to find her? We have no idea where they're going". "Maybe not. But we know where they've been." he drew her attention to the hunter's sigil engraved on the arrowhead. 

"Yep, this place it still super creepy" even with the fog dispersed, the Reaper still left you on edge. "There's nothing here. Someone totally looted this boat" Tuff pouted. "This ship gives me the creeps" Ruff told her brother. "Sunken ship, Dragon Hunters, the creeps. I bet this thing is crawling with ghosts and other such spirits planning on dragging us down into the dark Viking underworld where they will torture us by tickling us for eternity!" he grabbed the horns of his helmet. Ruff gasped, "Niflheim?". Tuff looked at his sister like she was crazy, "Gesundheit".

"Niflheim! I knew coming here was a bad idea" Snotlout threw down the piece of paper he was inspecting. "Don't be dramatic guys, I'm sure if there were spirit on this ship, the most they'd be angry at us for is Snotlout's body odor" said boy turned to you sourly and stuck his tongue out. Sticking your tongue back at him the two of you started to make multiple faces at one another, prompting Hiccup to intervene, "Can you two stop acting like five-year-olds and help".

"Fine!" Snotlout yelled walking over to the post, "What did we hope to find here anyway?" Kicking the mast in frustration he let out a surprised scream as the floor beneath him, falling to the floor of the hull. "Guys get over here" your brother called. In a fit of rage, Astrid had swung her axe into the wall and hit an old shield fastened there. And in doing so, reveled the dragon eye lens hidden inside it. "Well, none of our dragons work with this new lens" Hiccup said when Toothless' light did nothing to activate the lens. "If we can't figure out what kind of dragon we need--""-- I know, I know I'm thinking".

"Hmm, yep. It's either the inside of a yak, or a Changewing in a cage" Tuff said, inspecting the strange, patterned shield. "Tuff! You're a genius!" Hiccup exclaimed, to Tuff's confusion, "Looks like we're going to Changewing Island".

Said visit to Changewing Island went about how you expected. You got the Changewing acid, though not without a number of near misses, injuries, and snotlout nearly having a bald spot burned into his head from the acid on his helmet. "Ughh" Snotlout groaned, holding back the urge to touch his head. "Would you just hold still, Snotlout" Hiccup said, trying to angle the acids glow into the dragon eye.

"Easy for you to say. You don't have Changewing acid burning though your skull!". "If we take of the helmet, we'll spill the acid. Hold still" Astrid said with no room for negotiation. "Just a little longer Snotlout, you can hold Scabbard if it helps" you offered. "Wait really?" he said touched, looking to the small dragon wrapped resting on your shoulder. Scabbard lifted her head and turned to look at him with her right eye, before giving a gag like sneeze and nuzzling back into your neck. "I don't like you" Snotlout said narrowing his eyes at her. 

"This doesn't help. We've seen this map before" Fishlegs examined the familiar landscape cast onto the wall. "It must be a hunter port. And it's the closest to the beach where Stormfly was captured. Odds are, that's where they're headed. After that who knows?" Astrid didn't like the open-endedness of Hiccups conclusion, "Than we have to hurry!". "Yes please. Let's hurry!" Snotlout yelled tossing the stinging helmet onto the floor.

"Uh, but how are we going to avoid being shot by those dragon root arrows?" Fishlegs asked. "Funny you should ask, Fishlegs. For my plan to work, someone's gonna have to get shot," Fishlegs shifted uncomfortable at Hiccups in

Following Hiccups plan, the six of you approached the expanse of Dragon hunter ships. Toothless let out a high whistle and shot just off of the head hunter ship. "I'm here for my dragon!" Astrid yelled at the man you assumed was Ryker. "Holy Thor, is that Ryker? He's like if you were to stack two Fishlegs together", "Not really helpful, Y/N!". Snotlout yelled at you. 

"A Nightfury" Ryker laughed in disbelief, "Fire!". At his command, ballistas began to launch at you. "Hookfang!" Snotlout screamed at his dragon when he was grazed, "A warning next time?". Silver Tongue despite his given his agility from his four wings, provided a larger target, and struggled to dodge, the barrage. "You are sure your plan's gonna work? That was pretty close" Astrid asked at Toothless barrel rolled underneath a particularly dense bolt. "Fishlegs, you're up".

"Ok, girl, let's give it all we got!" Fishlegs drove Meatlugs forward, nearly diving towards the ship. You winced as you saw an arrow pierce Meatlug's leg and the two began to spiral downwards. "They got Fishlegs and Meatlug!" Astrit yelled, only half feigning concern. Odin, please let this all go according to plan. 

"Get up, girl! You'll be okay!" Fishlegs soothed as hunters surrounded them and wrapped Meatlug in chains. "You monster!" Fishlegs said with disgust to Ryker, who only gave a sadistic grin. "Take em bellow and toss em in a cell". The five if you continued with the plan, dodging the hunters attack, that was until they switched methods. "Hiccup!" a catapult launched from the side of the ship, sending a boulder towards Astrid and your brother. Toothless only narrowly managed to dodge it, diving backwards. However, doing this so suddenly sent Astrid falling odd. 

"Astrid! Come on, bud, dive!" Hiccup's hand reached for Astrid's, an arm's distance away, before a hunter's chain wrapped around her torso and pulled her down. Toothless pulled up despite his rider's cries. "Stick to the plan! Fishlegs will get her out of there! Right!?" you say frantically, more pleading than asking. 

"Hey! Let me go!" Astrid struggled as she was hoisted out of the water, still gripping her axe. "Oh, feisty one, aren't you?" Ryker goaded, as two hunters grabbed each of her arms. Shoving the two off of her, Astrid charged at Ryker, only to have the axe grabbed by him and backhanded into the hunters, "I like her spirit. Throw her in a cell".

"You're gonna be sorry!" She threatened, "You're messing with the wrong Vikings!". Ryker scowled, "Well so are you". As the hunters began to drag Astrid across the deck, the doors to the hull bursted open, Stormfly sprinting to her rider, followed by Fishlegs and Meatlug. Knocking off the hunters Astrid leaped onto her back. You watched as Astrid and Fishlegs began to knock over hunters and charge at Ryker.

"Now!" Hiccup signals, and the five of you still in the sky charge as well from behind, pinning Ryker. "Fire" Ryker calls to his hunters, who launch a grapple that wraps around Stormfly and Meatug's feet, making them fall and slide across the deck. 

You pull back on Silver Tongue stopping along with your brother and the others. "It didn't work" Hiccup said astonished and caught off guard. A large wave of arrows shot off from the ship was sent towards you sending you all to struggle to maneuver around them. "Evasive actions!" Hiccup called. But it was too late. 

The twins began to spiral, Their dragons getting shot in the chest, "Not good!", Tuff, "Getting worse!", Ruff.  "Were going down!" they called before the four of them crashed into the water, the hunters casting a chain around them and lifting the onboard. "We're hit! Hookfang!"Snotlout screamed as an arrow pierced underneath his wing. Thankfully, Toothless managed to grab onto Hookfangs tail and hold the two in the air. 

"Up! Up!" you tried to steer Silver Tongue out of the archers' range, however, as Silver Tongue veered upwards and exposed his underbelly, he let out a howl as his chest was shot by an arrow. "Y/N!" Hiccup called as you plunged underneath the water. A heavy chain wrapped around your torso, trapping you against Silver Tongue. You struggled to hold your breath, trapped under water by the heavy chains, until you were hoisted out. 

"Scabbard! Home!" The small dragon growled in-between wheezes of small bouts of water, "Now". Reluctantly, Scabbard pushed off of you, jumping back into the water to avoid the attention of the hunters. Hissing at the pressure of the chains as they brought you over the edge of the ship and onto the deck, next to Astrid, Fishlegs, and the twins. "Your pathetic tricks won't work on me. I'm a dragon hunter! I know that Gronkles are immune to dragon root" Ryker chastised, mostly aimed at Astrid who was steaming, "I used your worthless escape plan to lure your friends in closer". The five of you glared at Ryker, who only huffed a laugh, "Toss em in a cell". 

"You'll pay for this" Astrid warned as a guard shoved her into the cell. Turning to you next, he wrapped a hand around your upper arm to shove you in when Ryker stopped him, "Not that one". The others looked back concerned. "If you lay so much as a finger on her I'll--" Ryker cut Astrid off, "You'll what? Besides, she's not mine to rough up" he looked down at you, "Too small for my tastes". Astrid looked at him, confused and angry before she looked past you at someone else, "Heather?".

"No way" Tuff's jaw dropped, and you pulled against Ryker's grip enough to see her, and the person... behind her-- 

"Surprise!" Dagur shot into view of the others dangerously enthusiastic, Heathers face twisting into an eerily similar grin. "Did ya miss me? Of course, you did!" he said laughing at your friends, "Oh! Do you know my sister? Wait a minute, sure you do! You guys were little pals and buddy buddies" he bent over slightly, laughing loudly. "Hey, family is family" Heather said crossing her arms with a smile. "I can't believe this" Astrid said full of denial. "I know it's not Dragon's Edge, but it'll have to do," the door of the cell slammed shut and Heather walked up to grip its metal gate, "Enjoy your new home, Astrid. You're gonna be here a while". 

"Heather, what are you doing?!" she turned to you with sour look before smiling, "Nothing, sis. Just keeping our family safe". Dagur beamed as he looked past his sister at you. "It's this great, we can all be a happy family now! That is, once Hiccup decides to come back for his friends" he laughs, "I mean really, I would never leave my family in the hands of a psychopathic dragon killer".

Ryker snarls at Dagur, who remains unfazed. "I get it, I get it" he leans closer to whisper, "Guy is pretty self-conscious". "Enough" Ryker scowls at you, "get out of my sight" he turns and walks to the captain's quarters. Dagur is quick to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you in the opposite direction. "Sister, could you leave me to speak with my future wife alone?" Dagur asked dramatically, exaggerating each familiar title. Heather nodded, turning to walk away as you and Dagur stood outside of a room you assumed was his. 

"I don't know what you said for her to turn her back on us, but I swear--" Dagur put a palm over your mouth, face flat and free of any previous ostentation and humor. "Stop talking. And go in the room". 

Sorry for the long wait! Been studying for a major test coming up, between that and my other series, I've been having some writer's block.

Thanks for reading <3

@demogorgon-master1

[branmuffins22]

3, 6, 13, 22 from this ask game

Oooh, that's a lotta good ones. Thanks for the ask!

3. a snippet that encompasses my style

Now, this one's tough, since I tend to write in 3rd-person limited perspective, so the style changes somewhat with the voice of the focus character. Some characters think almost in staccato, some are long-winded and rambly, some are really observant, some are just there for the ride, etc.

That said, I did find something pretty indicative of my overall style in my ragefic twist on the ending of Thanks to Them:

She finally spared a glance away from the monster, at Hunter, now cradled by Willow and Camila, tears in both their eyes. Hunter, whose mouth was just slightly parted, but whose shallow breaths, hissing through the gap in his teeth, were nowhere to be heard. Hunter, whose hands laid open at his sides, rather than balled into familiar, tense fists. Hunter, whose whole body remained limp, both perfectly lax and perfectly still. …Perhaps not Hunter, then, if she was willing to jump to conclusions. Hunter's corpse. She couldn't help the wet gasp that escaped her at the sight of her lifeless brother, nor the whimpering, growling groan that came out with her next breath. Like pouring a can of soup into an already-hot pan, shock and dread popped, sputtered, sizzled, and spat, loud enough to make her flinch, until the grief finally sunk in, the excess heat ran its course, and a burnt residue was left caked onto the bottom. A crusty, sludgy layer of loss, fear, and indignity now tainted the dish, and Belos just wouldn't stop talking, scraping it up and stirring it in. The heat rose, and the whole pot soon grew dark and acrid, until all that was left was a dubious sludge of smoldering heartbreak, seething rage. Her whole body shook, her mind raced, her defiant expression broke, and her heart hammered away in her chest. She was vaguely aware that she should put out the fire, take the pot off the stove, open a window, plug her nose, just do something about it. Gus looked back and forth, up and down, from the monster to his victim, so quickly he almost seemed to be nodding, the only one still standing who seemed to notice Hunter's current state. Flapjack kept twittering, desperate and pained, trying to tell Luz something only Hunter would've been able to understand. Vee whined at her failing phonecall as Camila shakily stood to get in front of her, between her daughter and the hijo de puta who'd made her, locked her up, and tortured her. Willow muttered stilted apologies under her breath, Amity hissed furious and terrified breaths between clenched teeth, and Belos kept rambling and ranting and raving. Luz, however, parsed none of it, nothing at all, every voice and every sound drowned out by her own blood, thrumming ceaselessly in her ears. But then, clarity. White-hot clarity.

Sentences with more clauses than a legal document? Check! Long-winded, convoluted metaphors/similes? Check! One or more descriptors for almost every noun and verb? Check! Dynamic pacing? Check! A cliffhanger in the snippet? Of course! Can't spoil too much.

6. a snippet that I struggled with, but triumphed over

Here's an easy answer, from earlier in the same fic:

"No, no, no, no—!" Luz tried to tuck Flapjack into her fanny pack, planning to jump into the water to save his witch, but she barely got his legs in before she was unceremoniously shoved aside. "Move." Camila's tone left no room for argument. Without any hesitation, she dove into the surely-icy abyss after the boy who'd come to be her son, a smaller-than-expected splash revealing remarkable skill for the task. Luz let out half of a tense breath. See, he'll be fine! Mamá's got him! The rest of the kids rushed after her, to the side of the bridge, leaning over its frozen precipice. They all strained their eyes to watch as bubbles, barely visible in the dark, broke the surface of the pitch-black gravewater. Amity proved to be more present than the rest, the first and only to cast a witchlight over the bridge, searchlight and lighthouse in one. Still, they couldn't see Camila or Hunter. They'll be fine… right? Seconds passed like hours, and the quiet chorus of bubbles turned from a steady drone into almost-distinct beats. Whatever was happening in the murky depths, Camila had changed her stroke. Was she growing desperate, unable to find Hunter without reliable sight to guide her? Had she finally gotten a hold of him, and was dragging him up to the surface in uneasy strokes? Was Belos fighting her underwater? C'mon, please come back, please be okay… The bubbles changed again, now murmuring in a barely-pulsing rumble. Her stroke may have changed again, or perhaps she was just panicking, running out of air. Please, please, PLEASE! Even if she wasn't panicking, her kids definitely were. Trembling, with bated breath, they desperately waited for some other change, anything more concrete than bubbles to tell them what might be happening. I can't lose them, I CAN'T lose them! Then, moments later, a murky silhouette came into focus. At last, Camila began to surface beside the bridge, and to their enormous relief, she was holding an unconscious Hunter to her chest with one arm. As she finally broke the surface, she took one deep gasp of air, and in the same motion, deftly heaved the boy over and up onto the bridge. Only once he was secure did she let Luz and Vee help her up. Camila once again counted herself lucky to have spent some time in college working as a lifeguard, so that she could at least do this right tonight, if nothing else. But her job wasn't done yet. After taking another deep breath to steady her nerves, she started with some delegation. "Vee, call an ambulance; Willow, set him flat on his back," she ordered, already crawling to be level with his head. Once she was there, she turned her ear just above his mouth, eyes facing his chest to look for any signs of breathing, and reached two fingers to his neck to find his pulse. Unfortunately, she was interrupted before she could feel even a single beat or breath. Hunter twitched once, startling Camila off of him, and then began to convulse, as the black-green rot infesting his body expelled itself in flowing tendrils. His spasms slowly petered out as the goop coalesced at the end of the bridge, into the monstrous, roaring form of the once-emperor; the vial of titan's blood, briefly forgotten, now held in his grotesque claws. Belos then loomed into a kneel before them, pounded his empty fist into the ground, and berated the boy who had been his unwilling host, "CALEB! You would stab me in the back?!"

Hey, it even incorporates a few other common elements of my style: made-up portmanteaus (like "gravewater"), and action or description in place of dialog-claiming verbs such as "said" (like "Camila's tone left no room for argument.")

You might wonder why this one was so hard. It's a pretty straightforward retelling of events that happened on-screen (though not necessarily in the same way they happened), so I didn't exactly have to do much imagining for it. Should've been dead-simple, right?

Nah. The hard part came from the fact that the last paragraph of that snippet was the very first thing I wrote for the whole fic, and that I wrote the whole rest of this snippet backwards, after I had written the rest of the scene (including the first snippet).

It was a massive pain in the ass, lmao. Definitely one of the dumber things I've done.

13. a snippet that helped me understand a character better

Ooooh, I've got a couple of fun ones for under-explored characters, like Masha, Principal Bump, Camila, or Morton, but I think the one that really got me into their head the most was a segment I wrote for The Bat Queen in Something Like a Bible:

The human was strange to The Bat Queen. She was reckless, stubborn, but also caring, empathetic. Completely out of her depth, but still tried and tried until she eventually succeeded. Her magic was familiar, too, yet the Bat Queen couldn't place it. Perhaps something she had known millenia ago, lost to time. The human offered to help her if she wanted to learn about her past again. That is how she had somehow found herself indebted to a human. Or, perhaps the human was indebted to her? Unclear. But the babies liked her, and her dedication to young Owlbert had impressed several of the palismen, so she would be welcomed back into their grove again in time. Perhaps there was no debt at all, between herself and the human, her only loose ends being her forgotten past and what she still owed Eda. Speaking of which, it appeared they were all neighbors, if the human really lived with the Owl Lady. While she was not quite set in her opinion of the human, the youngest Clawthorne was something like a family friend. She hoped to remain on good terms with her, and with all her neighbors in these woods, as they would surely see eachother again in due time, especially with debts involved. Then, as usual, they would meet again, and again, and again, until the generation's close, when the woods would be left empty once more. Or, perhaps, the woods wouldn't become empty this time. The human was young, much younger than the Owl Lady, and seemed to get along quite well with Eda's palisman, despite the lack of a true bond. Perhaps she would inherit the Owl House when Eda passed. Perhaps it would become home to more than just a person, to a family. She would like that. Her own babies would grow up someday as well, though she might never pass to leave her grove behind to them. As for the palismen, their numbers were already dwindling, palistrom becoming critically endangered, and they would all move on or be captured eventually. No doubt the grove would grow lonely, in time. It would be nice to have good neighbors.

She may be odd, and abrasive, and furiously protective of her charges, but beyond all that, the Bat Queen is also very, very old. She holds no inherent malice for others, despite her self-enforced isolation, but she's seen it all before. She knows it's best not to get too attached to the short-lived people around her, but by her nature as a palisman, she simply can't help it. In the events of Escape of the Palisman, Luz and Owlbert even brought out a somewhat wistful side of her.

She's super interesting.

and finally, 22. a snippet that is so blissfully self-indulgent

Now, you could argue that all fanfic is self-indulgent (in fact, I'd argue it should be), but somehow, all my most indulgent ideas either haven't made it to page, were explored in Theseus Who?, or are steeped in spoilers for my other stories.

Finding a balance between self-indulgence and plot irrelevance, I suppose I can reveal some of the premise for Intermission: In the Making, via a segment of Eda's note to Luz:

Hey kiddo. From the moment you popped through my portal door, you've been a wonderful student, a wonderful friend, and just a wonderful kid. It took me less time than I aughtta be comfortable with to start thinking of you as my kid, and the way you brought the rest of us together certainly didn't help. King calls you his sister, Lily calls you her niece, even Mom and Dad have started calling you one of "the grandkids". Dang old people :P Like it or not, you've wormed your way into this family, but with the whole 'Day of Unity' thing being what it is, I've gotta acknowledge the fact that there might not be many of us left after this. You, King, and Lily are gonna be the only ones without sigils, after all, hence the note. I hope to heck that when you find it, you can just ask me about it, instead of having to read it all yourself, and I hope if you can't, that I at least hid it well enough to give you some time to grieve first, but dang if I'm not gonna be thorough about this, for once in my life, so I'm sorry if that isn't the case. We Clawthornes have a few traditions; you may already know we were a long line of palisman carvers by trade, especially before the shortage, but we've also got a few secret family recipes here and there. Some stews that'd probably kill a human, some unique woodstains and such, but the one I'd most like to pass your way is a special potion. You remember the day you pulled my mom out of that phony cure scam, when you mentioned hoping that your hair could one day be big enough to store whole bottles in it? Well, that trick of ours isn't just a matter of having great hair, it's a Clawthorne specialty. Hardly anyone knows it, especially now with the shortage, but palistrom trees are a treasure trove of material magic, good for way more than just carving palismen. Case and point, the bark is a key ingredient for a potion to turn just about anything with enough loose keratin into a hammerspace, and a head of hair works beautifully for that. (Lily's busy writing a footnote encyclopedia about all the other things palistrom trees can be used for, so you can look forward to that.) I got my treatment when I was around your age, King got his before he was talking in complete sentences, and Lily got hers when she went back to live with our folks a few months ago, so now, it's your turn.

Yeah, I'm giving Luz the hair hammerspace. Eventually. Why not? It's got the potential for both fluff and angst, it doesn't change the way her character is written in the vast majority of cases, and it's a fun little character gimmick that ties her to her found family in the Demon Realm! Dang, I really did get immediately defensive about giving a character a non-canon ability, huh? I've gotta work on that. Especially for [SPOILERS] and [SPOILERS]. And probably [SPOILERS] too, now that I think of it.

[babydxhl]

“ stay outta it , yer crazy bitch ! This ain’t yet scuff !” A snarl of a warning . Neither orderlies nor inmates had interrupted the altercation going on between Harvey and his alter , outwardly it is just one man slamming his head to the bars , busting his own limp , desecrating the chairs and tables in the main monitored hall space . The guards seemed to be getting a kick out of it . A free show at lunch time . Some of the inmates share the same notion it seems .

There had been — when Mary was very young, still grinning gaptoothed and lisping her way through cereal commercials — a set of twin boys running the same gauntlet of casting agents and acting classes and dance lessons. Identical in every way except in temperament, and prone to bitter fights every time they were left alone with each other's thoughts.

Mary remembers, sometimes, watching the writhing body of them on a waiting room floor, four arms pulling at clothes and skin and hair, teeth gnashing, feet kicking. She thinks of them now, sitting at her lunch table, her tray untouched before her; her lip curls in distaste.

Little boys throwing tantrums. Little boys each unable to comprehend the other. Things repeating themselves, stretching across time over and over and over. All the baby teeth long gone.

"You don't have a whole lotta friends in here, Two Face," she calls, interjecting for the second time. She doesn't quite know why. It's always possible that she's only bored, or that there's something bred into her that curdles at the sight of anything uncouth. The unabashed amusement on the guards' faces turns her stomach.

"Are you really going to stand there and beat up on the only person who doesn't want you to go away forever?"

[variousqueerthings]

something about the fluid shifting of queerness as situational

i haven't spent much time in my life in wholly lesbian spaces -- my wondering if I was a lesbian took about 2 seconds and a socially anxious bartrip in which nobody talked to me and landed on bisexual-but-not-doing-anything-either-way (which then, shockingly, veered straight into asexual the second i knew anything about the term)

lotta transmasc people I know were lesbians first, but when i hang out with them we tend to bond more on the masc and the trans of it all, we're bois/boys/dandies/etc. (which are also terms you of course hear in lesbian spaces)

I went to an event the other day a city over, which was centred around a writing tutor of mine who got top surgery in their 50s, a dyke, nb, butch, naturally the crowd was - i wanna say - probably 90% lesbians and sapphics (some trans in a multitude of ways, some cis)

we all went for drinks afterwards and i was swept into the glorious heady mix of them all, i was dressed in a shirt and floral tie and at one point one of my new friends commented on it, saying how cool it was to see the queer deconstruction of masculinity in a subtly floral tie, and i spoke for awhile with a few dykes in their 50s, a wonderful older butch hugged me and said how lovely it had been to meet me, a femme told me about her phd work, and i was feeling butch and great about it (limp wrist and all)

and in that moment i realised how i would have existed in this exact space a lot more if i'd been coming out in the 90s, or coming out differently than i did. i wasn't going into the nuances of my sexuality-and-gender (none of us were of course), except for briefly with my writing tutor who already knew and we discussed a bit about asexuality and kink and the artistic exploration thereof, and a lovely finnish nb person who's doing cool work documenting experiences in finland, so for all intents and purposes i leaned into the parts of myself that are lesbian in a way ive never really been able to before

was feeling oh this is what it feels like to desire the company of women and lesbians and bi sapphics in this particular dyke-community way and i wasn't just included in the space, i belonged there, it was my space with them, we were sharing our commonalities and stories with one another, we were celebrating this occasion that we understood the weight of, because of our shared histories. when i think about my writing tutor and the language around the art that was created for that event, there was no translation needed because it was for our community

it was pretty special all around, i feel lucky as all hell that this is my life now, these are the spaces that want me and welcome me

[sakuraoora]

how genshin boys react to your death

summary: how some genshin boys react to your death

characters: kazuha, venti, xiao, gender neutral! dead!reader

ships: kazuha X gender neutral! dead!reader, venti X gender neutral! dead!reader, xiao X gender neutral! dead!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of death, dead reader, blood

word count: 733

note: a continuation from how scaramouche and childe reacted to your death!

note #2: DAMN IT WHY IS ANGST SO FUN TO WRITE-

note #3: I KNOW I SAID I DON'T POST OFTEN BUT I GOT A LOTTA INSPO AND WROTE THIS WITH MY OTHER FANFIC, SO I POSTED IT IN 2 PARTS BECAUSE TOGETHER IT WOULD'VE HAD OVER 1K WORDS... anyways, enjoy the fanfic!

Genshin masterlist

Kazuha

When kazuha finally was back from his one-week trip from liyue, the first thing he saw when he opened the door to your shared house, smiling, was your body, covered in blood. The smile immediately fell from his face, his eyes filling with tears, and sobbed next to your dead body. He wouldn’t bring himself to see your beautiful face covered in blood, the warm and tender hand he’d kissed goodbye just a week ago cold and limp. After your death, everyone on the crux tried cheering him up, but it wouldn’t, no, couldn’t cheer him up. He refused to see anyone else, and instead took it upon himself to visit everywhere he couldn’t bring you to see. But every time he went back to Inazuma, it was bitter. He rented a new house - he couldn’t bring himself to go to the house that you shared, the house that he found you murdered in, but he always went to your grave, to tell you his newest poem about the future you would’ve had together that seemed so bright but ended so soon.

Venti

When he found out you died, it was the day after you two were dancing in a bar, both happily laughing. Now, all he could see was your corpse, resting almost calmly on a flower field.

“No. Not you too, i can’t lose you as well. Please let this be a joke… hey! It's not funny… hey, please…”

He couldn’t handle this. You weren’t, couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t lose you too, not with what he’s lost already. He shouldn’t have let you close, not with how everyone he’s known is already leaving him. Your death was all his fault. He wanted to hold you one last time, but he thought it would make it worse.

“Hey…hey! im sorry… im so, so sorry… its my fault you’re like this… please, ill do anything just please come back…”

He kept apologizing and crying next to your body, scared to touch you, but more scared to leave you. When you got buried next to the tree where you first met, he’d always, always visit to tell you what happened or play a tune for you. He’s devastated and still thinks it’s his fault you died, started being more and more far away and drinks more, just to feel your touch, hear your voice, and see that bright smile you had every day. Diluc takes pity on Venti and gives him free drinks once in a while, but it doesn’t ease his despair. Not in the slightest.

Xiao

When Xiao visited wanshu inn to see you, the innkeeper said that you died. He stood there in shock, staring at the innkeeper and asking for her to repeat what she said. Again, the innkeeper said that you died. His eyes stung with tears, a new feeling, a feeling of hopelessness.

Why didn’t you call his name?

He couldn’t figure it out.

If you called out his name, why couldn’t he hear you?

His heart, just full of excitement to see you and eat almond tofu with you, now felt empty and heavy at the same time. When he asked how you died, she responded that she found your dead body in your room when she went to check on you after hearing yelling from your room when a tall, rugged guy came into your room. Xiao immediately asked for your body, and when she led him to your corpse, the tears that had stung his eyes started falling. He tentatively reached out and touched your hand, starting to sob when he didn't feel warmth from your fingers. After your death, he became colder, fighting monsters more viciously than ever before, claiming that emotions were a hindrance and weren’t important. But if that was the case, then why does it always look like tears are threatening to fall when he looks at his bloodied hands, reminding him of the blood on your face, one that he’d once held dearly with those very hands that he now uses to ruthlessly kill? He doesn’t give himself any breaks anymore - those breaks remind him of the times he visited you too much, and that’s too painful for him to think about. Everyday, he still pains himself over how he didn’t hear you call out his name when he visits your grave, and he still blames himself, everyday.

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Broken Glass | Wanda Maximoff

Synopsis: Earth-838 Wanda finds herself in the space between worlds after the events at the Illuminati headquarters and has one goal: get home to Billy and Tommy.

Warnings: Mention of blood, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness spoilers, a lil’ fluff, a lotta angst

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Billy Maximoff, Tommy Maximoff

Word Count: 2k

Hey y’all.  So I’ve been doing a lot of writing lately and I’m very excited to present to you my first ever fic!  I’ve seen MoM twice so far (and I’ll see it again goddamnit) and I just wanted to write.  While Scarlet Witch Wanda is fucking hot, I had this lightbulb about writing for the multiverse Wanda.  This contains spoilers for Multiverse of Madness FYI.

The door was open, the spell had been lifted.  Wanda didn’t know where she was.

“My boys,” she said, thinking only of her sons who would be terrified to wake to find their mother gone.  She saw a hallway through the door ahead of her.  Was it a portal?  She didn’t know.  She barely knew anything.  Flashes.  That’s all she saw.  Magic.  Blood.  Pain.  Fear.  Death.  They swirled through her mind.  Wanda didn’t know what had happened, but she knew it wasn’t good.  She did know that her best chance at getting out was through that door, so off she flew.

Her knees nearly buckled when she landed.  Wanda felt like she had been hit by a bus and then some.  But her screaming feet nearly dropped her to her knees.  She had run over broken glass barefoot.  Her feet were covered in glass-embedded gashes that bled with every painful step she took.  She limped down the hallway.  Only thoughts of Billy and Tommy kept her from collapsing from utter exhaustion.

As Wanda made her way through the tunnels and into the atrium, she saw the chaos that had been left behind.  Everything was destroyed: the walls had been reduced to rubble, windows smashed, robot sentries laid torn apart and covered in their own oil.  But the bodies…those ripped the air from her lungs.  Captain Carter was halved.  Professor X was slumped in his chair, his neck bent awkwardly at an angle.  Black Bolt’s head looked deflated.  And Mr. Fantastic…Wanda only realized his fate when she felt the blue goo sticking to the soles of her bloody feet.  A wave of nausea swept over her and it took all of her concentration not to empty the contents of her stomach everywhere.  Swallowing the bile, she thought of the lives that had been torn apart.  Suddenly she felt herself hit the floor.  Her body had given out.  The possession had drained her of every ounce of energy.  The Scarlet Witch was an immensely powerful being: Wanda was lucky she hadn’t died during the ordeal.  She didn’t have much left in her, but she summoned up every ounce of strength she had left and flew towards her boys.

Home.  She was home at last.  The boys were still asleep on the couch right where she’d left them before she…but it wasn’t her, was it?  She hadn’t done those awful things, murdered those innocent people in cold blood, chased them down that tunnel.  It was the Scarlet Witch who was responsible for this brutality.  But as the blood poured down her face, the guilt poured just as freely.

“Don’t wake the boys,” she thought.  “I can’t let them see me like this.”

Wanda limped her way to the bathroom and shut the door, leaving a trail of blood behind her.  When she turned on the lights and saw her reflection she froze.  The water Doctor Strange used to slow her down had washed most of the blood and oil from her face, but her clothes were still stained.  As she stared in the mirror the flashbacks started: her body had been used as a vessel for unspeakable evil and she had been forced to watch from inside her own mind.

She knew this other Wanda.  She dreamt of her.  That Wanda  had known unbelievable sorrow not unlike her own.  They had both lost so much, but she had her boys: the Scarlet Witch did not.  Hers were a product of her grief whereas her own Tommy and Billy were of flesh and blood.  That grief tore the Scarlet Witch apart with each passing day.  Wanda dreamt of her night after night and bore witness to her descent into the madness of the Darkhold.  She felt for her but there was nothing she could do.  The Darkhold had become the North Star in the Scarlet Witch’s sky, guiding her towards corruption.

Wanda stripped off her soaked, blood-stained clothes and threw them in the trash.  She didn’t want anything to remind her of what she’d done.  But the blood pouring down from the gash between her eyes said otherwise.  She turned the shower on and grabbed a tissue from the box on the counter.  Wanda blotted at the blood as best she could but the wound wouldn’t stop bleeding.  She sighed, threw the tissue out, and stepped into the shower where she stood and let the water wash over her.  Blood, grime, and dirt washed down the drain.  So did her tears.  She sobbed.  The tears were a result of pain, anger, sorrow, and guilt.  She hadn’t murdered those people and terrorized that girl.  That was the Scarlet Witch.  But Wanda was the Scarlet Witch, and a Wanda was a Wanda in every universe.  So in the grand scheme of the multiverse, she, Wanda Maximoff, had torn all of those lives apart.

She turned off the water and sat on the edge of the tub.  She had forgotten about her feet.  She reached for the tweezers sitting on the counter, crossed one ankle over her knee, and began searching for pieces of glass.  Blood began to drip onto the white tile, speckling it crimson.

A small knock at the door startled Wanda.  It was Billy.

“Mom?  Are you okay?  There’s blood all over the floor.”  His soft voice was full of concern.  He was his mother’s son through and through.

Wanda sniffled.  “Billy?  I’m okay.  Mommy just broke a bowl and cut herself.  I’m just cleaning myself up.  Don’t worry about the floor, baby.  I’ll clean it up later.”

“Are you sure?” replied the timid voice.  “Tommy’s trying to wipe it up now.  We couldn’t find anything to clean the carpet with.”

Wanda smiled.  Her boys were too good for this world.  They were always looking out for her.  Being a single mom was hard enough, so they tried to make life as easy for her as they could.

“It’s okay, Billy.  You go get washed up and I’ll tuck you both in, okay?”

“Okay mom!” Billy raced away, his tiny footsteps echoing down the hall.  She heard their bathroom door slam shut and the subsequent pounding of fists as Tommy protested to his brother to let him in first since he would be faster.

Wanda rummaged through the bathroom cabinets in an effort to find something to clean herself up.  She poured hydrogen peroxide over her feet, grimacing at the pain.  The liquid bubbled against her pale skin.  She did the same to the cut on her forehead.  Band-aids wouldn’t work, so she slathered the goopy antibiotic ointment on her wounds, wrapped her feet with gauze, and carefully closed the wound on her head with butterfly strips left over from when Tommy cut his forehead open on the corner of the fireplace.  It wasn’t perfect, but it would do for now.  She looked around for her pajamas but remembered that she hadn’t grabbed any.  So Wanda wrapped herself in her towel and headed to her bedroom where she grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt.  She was about to leave when she remembered her feet, so she grabbed a pair of socks and carefully rolled them on over each gauze-wrapped foot.  It didn’t do much to mask the unbearable pain, but she walked as best she could to the boys’ room.  Choking back tears, Wanda grasped the doorknob with one hand and rested her other on the door in front of her.  She needed something to ground herself.  The cool metal brought her out of her head and back to reality.  She took a deep breath.  If she couldn’t hold it together for herself she had to hold it together for her boys.

Billy and Tommy were already in their beds when Wanda walked in.  Billy was working on a crossword puzzle from a puzzle book he bought with his allowance.  Tommy was reading his new Captain Carter comic book.  She smiled but her heart was heavy.  How lucky was she to have these moments with her boys while the Scarlet Witch was forced to watch, night after night, knowing that they’d never be her reality?  Tommy looked up from his comic.  Though the light was dim he could still see the cut on his mother’s forehead and the bruises that were beginning to discolor her face.

“Mom!  Are you okay?!  What happened to your face?!”  His eyes grew wide with concern.  Wanda smiled weakly and sat down on the edge of his bed.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.  I’m fine.  I just had a bit of an accident, that’s all.”  It wasn’t the truth, but it wasn’t a complete lie, either.

“Did someone hurt you, mom?” Tommy reached up and cradled Wanda’s face with his hands.  As much of a handful as the twins could be, Billy and Tommy loved Wanda to the ends of the earth and back.  The thought of someone hurting her?  No, not possible.  Not their mom.

“No, baby.  No, I just had an accident.  It’ll be okay.  I promise.”  She placed her hand over his.  Of course she didn’t know if that was true.  The Scarlet Witch had possessed her twice in one day…who knew if she’d be back for more?

She kissed Tommy’s forehead and tucked him in.  “You know,” she said.  “A family-”

“Is forever.  We know, mom!” interrupted Billy.  “We’re all going to be together forever no matter what.”  Wanda turned and laughed at him.

“Yes, that’s right.  We could never leave each other even if we tried.  No matter where we are.  If we’re in this world, or even someplace else, I’ll always be your mom, and you’ll always be my boys.”  It was her silent plea.  She hoped the Scarlet Witch was listening.  If she couldn’t have her boys in her universe, she should still know that they were always with her.  And Wanda hoped she would love them enough for the both of them.  She walked over, tucked Billy in, and kissed the top of his head.

“Mom?” he asked as Wanda turned to leave their room.

“Mmm?”

“Can you lay with me for a bit?”

Wanda chuckled.  They were growing up, there was no doubt about that.  But behind the coolness of being ten years old, behind the video games and flag football and the growing pains, they were still two boys who desperately loved and needed their mom.  She turned off the light and scooched her way into Billy’s bed.  As he snuggled in close she held him tightly to her chest.  His breathing slowed as he drifted off.  The light snoring coming from the other side of the room told her that Tommy, too, had drifted off.  The urge to sleep was all powerful: she was drained physically and emotionally.  As she began to fall under sleep’s intoxicating fumes, one son nestled against her body and another snuggled in his own bed with his favorite stuffed dinosaur, she began to cry.  The emotional weight of everything had finally caught up with her and it was crushing.  She squeezed Billy closer to her, sobbing quietly as she buried her face in his hair.  She cried from exhaustion.  She cried out of grief, grief for what her body had been forced to do, grief for the lives that were torn apart.  She cried for the deep, guttural love she had for her boys, the best thing that ever happened to her and her North Star in a world of darkness.  And she cried for a Wanda who would never again feel the closeness of her sons, a Wanda driven to madness and murder in the name of love.  As she surrendered her body to rest she hoped the Wanda she saw in her dreams would be at peace, knowing how loved their boys were in every dimension.

[cuppimagines]

What Happens when you Squeal

OH GOD this request was a long time coming, but I finally got it done! This is sorta, an expansion to Harkan’s own organization that he allies with, lotta bug fellas in this one (in fact only bug fellas)

Word count: 2.6k

This was dangerous, but, even if you ran the risk of getting in less than desirable trouble, it’s better than letting more of these guys just roam the streets, being a danger to much more innocent lives. You drove up to the station you intended on turning your evidence for. It was a thick folder, filled with pictures and documents, anything you got your hands on, but all of it had enough evidence to make sure that no loophole in the legal system could get these guys out of prison. You were ready, you were getting out of your car to step up to the station, and that’s when you felt a presence behind you.

“How about coming with me? You don’t need to turn those in,” a deep, gravely voice told you, as a hand gripped your shoulder. Would you cooperate? Or would you still walk in at risk of getting harmed?

“Go on, make your choice,” the same voice said. You sighed, and turned around to face him. The large frame, massive, scuffed hands, a 5 o clock shadow on a strong square jawline. And most notable is the large rhino beetle horn on his face and multiple arms. You knew what he was here for, and who he worked for. You just followed him.

“Let’s take a little drive, your car,” he said, going into your pockets and grabbing your keys. “Don’t try and drive anywhere else, you’re being followed.” You got in your car, and he joined you, barely able to fit due to his size and bulk. He told you where to go, where to drive off to, and after what seemed like way too long, you ended up at a large warehouse that looked like a fortress looming in the night. That’s when you realized as you parked, that there were other lights behind you, a couple more cars. When you got out and were escorted into the warehouse, you saw that there were about, four more men behind you alongside the large rhino beetle man that had a grip on your shoulder. All four other men also were large, with bug like features. A moth, a wasp, a mantis, and a lightning bug. They were looking at you. Looking at you with looks that seemed excited, and hungry.

The warehouse seemed mostly full of crates, equipment, some tables and chairs for workers to take a breather on.

“Is this the evidence?” The mantis held up your folder, and pulled a lighter from his pocket. “Looks like this won’t be of use anymore.” Your eyes widened as you watched him hold the fire over it, before the lightning bug grabbed the lighter.

“Let’s not worry about smoking the place up yet, we got plenty of time,” he replied.

“What are you guys…going to do to me?” You asked.

“Well, originally, we were gonna beat your teeth in and send you out to sea,” the beetle told you. “But then…we found out the private investigator was some pretty little dame. And you’re even sweeter looking in person.”

“Who knew someone with such a face would get caught up with our work,” the moth said with a smirk. “You’re real pretty, so we’re doing you a favor if anything.” You were pushed against a few crates, some that were stacked in a way that let you sit on them as you were surrounded by five large monstrous men. Your knees buckled under you, yet there was some sense of excitement that showed in your face because of how flushed it was.

“Take those clothes off, now,” Beetle told you. You did as he told, your hands going to unbutton your blouse, toss your coat to the side, undo your pants. All the while you were being ogled at, the more layers you took off, the more it was obvious they were going to absolutely ravish you.

“Oh you’re real cute, real fucking gorgeous,” Wasp grinned. “I can’t wait to make you cum your pretty little brains out~.” He was already quick to approach you before you even had your bra off. He groped at your breasts, his hands squeezing them so hard and so roughly that you whimpered in his grasp. Tugging on them as he pulled that bra off of you, rough calloused hands giving them such a rough time, yet you moaned for it. And he laughed in response.

“Pretty little investigator bitch~!” He said as he licked his lips. “You like this don’t you?”

“Save some for the rest of us you fucking idiot,” Mantis got right next to you as Wasp groped you, and he leaned in for a kiss. He tasted a lot like cigars, which didn’t surprise you all too much as he forced his tongue in you mouth. You felt his hand creep down your panties, and his long fingers started rubbing circles in your clit. At that moment, you had to find something to grip onto, and tried reaching up to grab Wasp’s shirt as Mantis’s fingers went so deep into you, so so deep. You moaned and closed your legs around Mantis’s grip, but Wasp pulled away from fondling your breasts raw to keep your legs spread to show the rest of the group.

“I can’t wait to stick my cock in her…” Beetle licked his lips, his pants pulled down already as he rubbed his hard cock through his boxers. As you moaned and started shaking while Mantis was knuckle deep, pounding you with his fingers, Wasp leaned back down, sucking your breast, and you could feel yet another long tongue start to swirl around your nipple. All these sensations, Mantis’s tongue and fingers, Wasp’s mouth and hands on your breasts, you were going crazy, you tried to thrust into Mantis’s hand, trying to reach some form of climax, but no, Mantis decided to pull out when he felt you grip his fingers tighter than before.

“We got her prepped, your turn big guy,” Mantis told Beetle, before tugging a resistant Wasp back.

“Just save some for the rest of us,” Moth huffed. “Once you get a hold of a girl you won’t let go until she’s practically comatose.”

“A fitting punishment though, for a pretty little snitch like her,” Beetle looked down at you, and you looked away a bit nervously. Eye contact, or being looked at by all these men even in your state still made you nervous, you weren’t used to all these eyes on you, and Beetle noticed just how anxious you seemed.

“Pretty girl, it’s okay, we won’t hurt you, we’re just showing you what happens to cute little kittens who squeal too much,” he smirked as his hand ran through your hair. You felt his cock before you saw the monster he was preparing you for. The head of it pushed against your walls, stretching you out so full, Mantis’s fingers couldn’t have possibly prepared you for this off all things. He was thick, long, you already gripped tightly onto Beetle’s clothes as you felt inch after agonizing in.

“Ah- ah! Oh god! I-I…” You cried out the second that massive cock, already halfway in you, completely thrust into you and stretched you out more than you thought you could be.

“Oh GOD you’re a tight fit!” Beetle moaned as he gripped the crates above you with one hand. You were shaking, your mind went blank, your head tilted back. He started to thrust when your grip loosened as you got more accustomed to his size, but that just got you back to holding onto him for dear life and moaning those sweet little moans

“Oh you boys are gonna love her when you get your turn!” Beetle laughed. “You’re a tight little bitch aren’t you? Squealing for me the same way I bet you were gonna squeal to those pigs back at the station!” His one free hand, as two were gripping your hips and one was gripping your hips, had started groping and kneading your breast, that was already so sensitive. Oh god the others were so excited to get their turn with you.

“Don’t fuckin rub it in or I’ll pull you off her myself,” Lightning bug told him. He was hard as a rock, and in excitement his abdomen was glowing a faint glow and his wings flapped, despite him looking pissed off and even jealous. Though you could barely hear him talking over your own moaning and your thoughts completely liquifying. Beetle was so rough with you and he was so so big that your stomach bulged with each thrust of his cock.

You grasped onto Beetle tighter, he was getting rougher and faster, and you could hear his horny crazed grunts and moans. You cried out and gripped his shirt so tightly that you heard a bit of tearing as you reached your climax, and he filled you up with his seed.

Beetle pulled out, and you laid there, limp and breathing heavily. But you knew it wasn’t over just yet. Moth and Lightning bug got you up, in fact Moth lifted you into his arms, gripping your thighs while using one hand to undo his pants. As Lightning bug pressed behind you, you could feel not one but two cocks, the both of them were readying themselves, two perfect holes for them to fuck.

When you felt the two of them thrust into you, you gripped onto Moth as tight as you can, shaking and whimpering at their sizes. Moth sat on the crate, making it a bit easier to both of them to pound you, Lightning Bug even grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled it, his cock filling your ass, stretching it out, making you scream for the both of them.

“How about you grind on our cocks, princess?” Moth chuckled. “Show is how much you want this…!” At that command, You kept your head in Moth’s chest, and very weakly started grinding into both their cocks, moving your hips as they thrust into you, but your hips already felt weak from the way Beetle had his way with you. Impatient, Lightning bug pressed his body onto yours from behind, moaning as he started fucking your ass more aggressively. Moth was slower, more patient even when his face was flushed and his cock twitched inside you, but Lightning bug was real excited for this, he wanted to break your pretty little ass with each rough thrust.

“Cmon princess~!” Moth tilted your chin up to look at him. He saw your eyes glazed over, mouth open, face flushed as you were being fucked, and he was absolutely infatuated with the way you looked. “Ohhh look at you! You’re so adorable, such a sweet face…we should ask the boss if we can keep her~!”

“AH- ah…k-keep me??” You whimpered between being pounded hard by Lightning Bug. You couldn’t believe that they were already breaking you enough that you enjoyed the thought of doing this again and again with them. You were going from a detective to a plaything for the men you were trying to lock up, and you didn’t care at all, you really did want this, it felt so good!

“We probably will~!” Lightning bug started kissing your neck from behind. “Gotta keep an eye on- oh fuck…! On our little snitch!” You felt his cock twitch inside you, and he started fucking you faster and harder. Both sensations were too much, you felt overwhelmed in the best of ways and you wanted more. You couldn’t take it, despite your stamina you tried to move your hips against them, begging under your breath to cum, until you felt the both of them fill you up Lightning Bug first following Moth. And god did you cry out as you clenched around both their cocks, your eyes squeezing shut as you rode out your orgasm.

They both pulled out of you, and even though you were exhausted, you knew that this wasn’t the end of it. You tried to stand up, but couldn’t and fell back into Moth’s lap.

“She’s already looking exhausted,” Wasp approached you, and Moth handed you right to him so he could get up. You had to lean against him or else you swore you were going to fall to your knees.

“Don’t forget, this is a punishment for her,” Mantis grabbed you and laid you on your stomach back on the crates. He started to grope your ass, spreading it apart to look at how both holes at this point were stuffed with cum. Wasp tilted your head to the side to look up at him, as he pulled his cock from it. It was one thing to know you had to ride their cocks like this, but looking at Wasp’s size with him very eagerly awaiting your mouth, you weren’t sure you’d be able to take it all without choking.

But, as dazed and tired as you were, you lifted your head up, and brought your lips to his cock. All while Mantis had you inch by inch take his cock in your ass. Mantis practically growled when he managed to fit it all inside you, and your screams of pleasure got muffled when Wasp shoved his cock down your throat. Tears stung your eyes, you tried breathing through your nose, and you looked up as Wasp’s hungry expression.

You felt them thrust almost in tandem with you, as Mantis was deep in your ass, Wasp was deep down your throat. Both sensations were still so new to you, and you felt so dazed and drunk with pleasure that your mind felt like it was melting. So nervous at the start of it, but now you took your “punishment” proudly from them. You grinded your ass on Mantis, and since Wasp’s grip on your head was loose, you decided to bob it up a down kn his cock. You were so eager now, and the rest took notice.

“Little slut likes her punishment doesn’t she?” Lightning Bug smirked.

“God I fuckin love it too!” Mantis moaned. “This whore feels sooo fucking good!”

“We’re bringing her back, we can’t- ah fuck!” Wasp gripped your head and held you there as he fucked himself with your mouth and throat. “We can’t just send her back home-! I need a new fucktoy like this!” Your mouth felt so good to him. Even as your vision grew white and your air seemed to be cut off, you were excited to pleasure Wasp and Mantis. Again you seemed to have a Burst of energy, solely from the fact that these men were fuckin you to a mindless, cock hungry state.

If you could talk at the moment you’d beg to cum, to plead for more, it all felt so amazing! Wasp and Mantis kept a tight grip on you, your head held to Wasp’s hips, and your hips being grabbed and pulled onto Mantis they both came inside you. You gagged and tried to swallow Wasp’s seed. But you had to pull away, it was all way too much and you spat it out. At that, Mantis slapped your ass and you cried out, even though you were exhausted beyond belief.

“We’ll teach her to swallow, for now though…” Mantis pulled out. All five of them were satisfied you learned your lesson as you laid there on your stomach trying to catch your breath.

“Now you know what happens when you snitch, dollface,” Beetle approached you, gripping the red area that Mantis smacked you.

“Y-yes sir…” you whimper. If you had an ounce of energy left, you’d say “If I try to turn you in, would you do the same thing?” But you were limp and exhausted, so easy to pick up as Beetle did and put you in the back seat of your own car as they left the warehouse after cleaning up. A blanket was put over you, and just like that, the moment your body hit the upholstery of the seat, you fell asleep.

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10  Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13  Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1563

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Side Note: Црни лабуд, according to google translate, means Black Lotus in Serbian.

So erm. Hi guys, first time sharing something on Tumblr, normally I’m the one reading all the fanfics but after reading so many talented people’s work I thought I’d try my hand at it :) hopefully it doesn’t completely suck, any writing tips and feedback is welcome and feel free to give some constructive criticism. I’m rambling, aren’t I? Okay I’ll shut up, Enjoy :)  

It’s the same routine day after day, wake up, shower, get dressed and go out to recruit for Damien. The streets of Brooklyn aren’t exactly safe for a girl of 13, but hey this is what happens when a pair of inconsiderate asses sell their only child to one of the most infamous and dangerous gang of criminals for the cheap thrill of getting high. One way or another a girls gotta make a living and the way I do it could land me in jail for the rest of my life, I mean I didn’t exactly picture myself blackmailing and manipulating the poor souls targeted by Црни лабуд, but that’s the shit that happens when you find yourself being shunned by the society that’s supposed to help the weak.

Anyways I was getting close to my target, just two more blocks, through the back alley and up the stairs to the apartment owned by Greg Sampson. That clever son of a gun managed to bypass the security systems of the cities bank and make off with $5,000 and get away with it, and as expected the Црни лабуд want him to be our new “financial adviser” considering our last one double crossed the boss and died cause if it. Turning to corner to enter the alley was a moment, as cheesy as it sounds, I won’t ever forget, a big group of boys were surrounding a lanky and frail lad who by the looks of it had seen better days. His blonde hair was all over the shop and his face looked like it had been ploughed into the front of a bus, blood was coming out his nose and both his top and bottom lip were split open but despite all of that he was laughing and taunting the group. 

“What’s the matter guys? Upset that you can’t keep me down?”, okay it’s official this kid has a death wish and I’m pretty sure that if I don’t do something I’m gonna be a witness to a murder, so of course my dumbass walks right into the middle of this “fight”. “So, what the hell is going off here? You boys decided to compensate for your small penises by acting like giant dicks or something?”, I could hear the lad behind me let out a laugh and a small smirk spread across my face as I looked at who I was up against, all the lads were red in the face and looked ready to put me into an early grave but I’d of liked to see them try.

 Thanks to the boss I knew basic self-defence and apparently could pack one “hell of a punch” when pissed off, the tallest of the bunch stepped towards me and picked me up by my collar at an attempt to scare me “Who the hell do ya think ya are little girl?! Don’t ya know when to stay outta other people business? Now I gotta mess up that pretty lil face of yours”. It was safe to say whatever he said and did was about as intimidating as a wet kitten and honestly quite funny, hence why I laughed before I punched the prick in his face, not my smartest move cause then I was dropped straight on to my ass. One of the tall pricks mates decided to take advantage of my situation, yelling and cursing at me as he prepared to kick me right in the face ,which wouldn’t of been too pleasant let’s be honest, but right when his foot was about to make contact the blonde lad behind me pulled himself in front of me and took the blow for me, he went flying across the floor and hit the back wall.  

Now I was pissed. As the group started to walk past me and advance on the blonde boy, I grabbed the ankle of the closest guy and pulled him down, climbing on top of him and really going in on his stupid face to try and get their attention back on me and off the guy struggling to stand.  It’s safe to say it worked, a sudden force to my ribs knocked me off the boy and back onto the floor, and then the fun began…for them at least I wasn’t having as much fun as the collection of shitheads, pain erupted from all over body, one jackass was constant kicking me in the head as the others hit whatever part of me they could reach. It felt like it went on for forever, but, in reality it was only for 30 seconds, before the boys stopped, I could hear the sounds of punches and the whimpers of pain as multiple sets of steps started to run away from me.

 I tried to sit up, but those bastards really did a number on my ribs and midsection, the pain making me cry out before crumpling to the floor, faint mummers and a moan of pain could be heard but I didn’t really care about that. Summoning my last bit of strength I pulled myself up, ignoring my bodies screams of protest, the wall becoming my new best friend as I started to limp towards my objective, I managed to get about 10 centimetres away from the alley before a arm wrapped around my waist and held me up.

“Just so you know that was fucking stupid move on your part, next time let me save the punk” ,okay hold the frigging phone who the hell is this and why haven’t I pushed his stupid ass to the floor? quickly I shoved him and “walked” away from him, royally pissed off.  “By the time you’d of got here to save him he’d of been 6 feet under by now, so go screw yourself” Perhaps I could have been nicer, but he did start it.

Miraculously I made it to the stairs and began to make my way up them, when once again a hand stopped me and I gotta be honest it’s really starting to piss me off, turning around to give this little bugger a piece of my mind, the words died in my throat as I came face to face with the blonde boy. Bruises littered his face and somehow his face was even bloodier then before, the mark from the kick was printed on his face and guilt immediately flooded my veins, “Ignore my friend, he doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut sometimes, anyway I wanted to thank you for stepping in there not a lotta people would be so quick to rush in and have my back. My names Steve, Steve Rodgers and the grumpy old man over there is James Barnes” Steve stuck his hand out as a greeting and offered me what I can assume he meant as a friendly smile, though the split lips did ruin the image. Slowly a smile spread across my face and I shook his hand in greeting, “It was no problem, honestly, besides you had em on the ropes, my names y/n and it’s nice to meet you, though I can’t say the same about your friend over there.”. The boy behind Steve or Bucky scoffed at me and walked off in a huff, not that I cared, simply raising my eyebrows at Steve, mocking his friends attitude he let out a sigh and gave me an apologetic smile in response, “Well I better go after him or he’ll kick up a storm, I’ll see ya around y/n” and with that he smiled a final time and ran off after his friend. 

Returning to the task at hand, I let out a small smile at the thought of Steve before frowning, he was a good kid and didn’t need the trouble I brought, it’ll be best if I never see him again. I sighed before climbing up the rest of the stairs and prepared for the next few hours of hell I have to bring to this man, with those final thoughts I brought out my “tools” and got to work.

Okay honestly, I didn’t mean to make the first chapter so long, I wanted to provide the best in sight as to how this series will go, also the character development will be miles better in up-coming chapters. Thanks for reading :)

Rose xx

[bb-tings]

not so innocent

JJ Maybank x reader smut

REQUEST: hi i love your writing, i was wondering if maybe you could do an imagine where the reader decides to be the dominant one in the bedroom for once instead of jj, with like kinks like using the bandana etc. if not that totally cool.

TAGLIST:  @ampanonyg @ims0golden @jjsmentalpolaroids @stargazingstarkey @letsgofullkook @jjmbanks @maybanksbaby @1-800-jjslut @simpforstarkey @jellyfishbeansontoast @ilovejjmaybank​ @royalpogue @bitchell-marner @rafecameronswh0re @baby-pogue @sunwardsss @k-k0129 @afterglowsb-tch13 @in-stability @ilovejjmaybank​

warning: a whole lotta sucking....

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         Her hands traced down his tank clad chest. She was amazed at how golden his skin was when the afternoon sun peeked in from the glass window and landed on his dark honey-colored freckles. How his already very blonde hair got even paler when the window decided to reflect on that too. He was so effortlessly beautiful, and while she meant it as a compliment, she knew that if the blond had heard her describe him with that word he would decline it very quickly.

         Y/n knew how lucky she was to have JJ in her life. He brought out a side of her she didn’t even know existed. She never thought that she would one day experience the things that she experienced thanks to JJ. But JJ had seen the potential in the innocent girl from the beginning, something about her had him hooked so quickly. And as much as he hated to admit it, it wasn’t until their first time until he realized he was done for. 

        He liked her and her smile gave him butterflies, but when he felt her grip around him the first time he almost told her he loved her right then. But he kept it together and lasted a little shorter time than what he was used to. He obviously made her cum eventually with his oral skills, but he promised to himself up and down, that the next time (and he would make sure there was a next time) he wouldn’t even think about giving in until she came first. So that’s what happened, over and over and over again. He rocked her world, and she was very thankful for the many times that he had done just that. 

        That’s exactly how Y/n found herself sitting behind a relaxed JJ, who was scrolling on his not really paying attention to the plotting girl behind him. The couple was in the spare room of the chateau and Y/n was sat against the headboard, while JJ sat in between her legs facing away from her. Because of this, he couldn’t see how her eyes were watching the back of his head like a hawk or how her hands were wringing his bandana that was in her hands. The hormonal teen didn’t even notice her uneven breathing when she leaned forward and kissed his shoulder. 

“Hey, baby,” JJ looked at her from the corners of his eyes. “You ok?”

“Hmm,” the girl muttered as she continuously left small kisses up his shoulder blade and neck. “I’m fine, Jay.”

        JJ let out a little chuckle, laughing at her innocent response. He turned his hands behind him, under her thighs, taking advantage of the fact that her knees were bent. 

        When he did that, Y/n seized the moment and quickly brought his hands together, wrapping the bandana around his wrists and tying it in a knot. She smiled to herself when she watched him unsuccessfully try to pull his hands apart. 

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing? Untie me!”

        Y/n quickly got off the bed and walked around the corner until she was standing in front of her very confused JJ.

“This isn’t funny, Y/n.” JJ held eye contact with the girl as she slowly made her way down to her knees, his eyes getting a little bigger the whole time. 

“I know it isn’t, daddy,” she could swear she heard him his breathing stop. The young girl then poked her bottom lip out as she looked at him through her eyelashes. “I wanted to give you a surprise.”

“Well, baby you can still give it to me with my hands untied. You’re not being a good girl right now.” 

         She ignored the boy as she brought her hands to sit upon his knees and slowly made her way up to the zipper of his shorts. She gave JJ a defying look before unzipping them, lifting his underwear, and sliding her hand inside. When her cold hand made contact with his warm skin, the boy let out a loud groan. To which the girl giggled. 

         Y/n slowly pulled out his cock. JJ lifted himself up enough as she used her other hand to pull his shorts and underwear down to the floor. She then gathered all the spit in her mouth and slowly let it fall flow onto the head. JJ took a deep as she used her hand to spread the liquid further down, his hands balling into fists behind his back. Y/n then leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of JJ.

“Fuck.” Y/n pulled back with a pop.

“Language, Daddy.”

Before JJ could say sorry, her lips were once again wrapped around him, this time taking her time to go further down. She pulled back and licked the underneath while moving her thumb across the tip.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re so good at sucking my dick,” JJ moaned as he threw his head back.

“See, not so mad anymore. Huh, Daddy,” Y/n gripped his long dick with both of her hands, slowly twisting. 

“I can’t stay mad when you suck like that- HOLY SHIT,” the blonde let out a shaky breath as Y/n wrapped her mouth around him again, this time making herself gag. 

        Y/n pulled herself back as she heard the chateau door slam shut followed by muffled voices. She then turned her head back to JJ, giving him a big smile. JJ watched the girl bring a finger to her lips telling him to keep quiet. 

“We’re not supposed to be here. I told them we were going to mine.” To this JJ’s eyes grew larger than before. However, he instantly forgot about his friends in the shack when he felt his girlfriend spit on his dick again. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck. I’m gonna cum,” JJ moaned out. Y/n took this as the perfect time to make eye contact with Jay as she hollowed her cheeks out, tightening the grip she had around him.

“Holy shit, baby girl.” Y/n pulled back and poked out her bottom lip, using her hands to continue her actions.

“Daddy, you gotta be quiet or their gonna hear us.” The girl then started to deep throat the blonde for the second time, sending his head back again. 

“Shit, shit, shit.”

        As soon as the teen heard the words leave his mouth, she felt warmth shoot down her throat. She watched JJ as she swallowed and slowly pulling away from him. Before she got up from her place on the floor, she made sure to open her mouth and stick her tongue out to show the blonde her accomplishment. 

“Good girl,” the boy praised her. He then watched as she got up and wiped her mouth. The girl sent her boyfriend one last big smile before she turned away and made her way to the door. 

“Wait! Where are you going?!”

“To see our friends, daddy.”

         Y/n then opened the door to the spare bedroom and walked out, making sure to close it behind her. As she was met with her friends’ surprised faces, not expecting her to be at the small shack. JJ was left alone in the room, limp dick out, wondering what the hell had gotten into his good little girl. 

[yamithediaperdork]

My little brothers revenge part 3

The next 2 weeks flew by after that, with the only strange thing being that Justin started to have A LOT of close call's with getting to the backroom on time and was leaving a ton of skid marks in his pants, and that Justin had also apparently seen the error in his ways and had asked to try and host a D&D session for Alex and his friends to make up for everything he'd done.

Naturally of course Alex wasn't sure about whether or not to trust Justin, but then the bully had gone out of his way to get permission from their parents for Alex to have all of his friends over while they were gone for the session to happen.

"I just think with how rough he's had it lately, he could use a treat, and it'll be a good bonding experience for us since he's kinda too small to play football with me and the guys." Justin had said, acting sheepish.

After that Alex had dialed back the amount of ex-lax he'd been sneaking into Justin's drink's since he felt just awful about trying to make Justin a diaper boy when he was being so nice.

Of course Ben warned him it could just be a trap and to keep up the treatment (and had asked for pictures of Alex next time he had a uh-oh accident as payment for his words of wisdom) But Alex choice to believe in Justin, a choice he would come to regret.

With their parents gone Saturday morning, most of the day was spent with Alex helping Justin go over the rules for the campaign in the morning, and then hanging out and playing with his friends in the afternoon while Justin went out to hang with Grizz and Rayne.

"Man, hard to believe that Justin is being such a cool guy." Lyle said and winced as they were walking back from the park, having played a game of touch football with some younger kids (and having gotten their butts kicked, which only confirmed Alex's belief he was NOT meant to play the damn game)

"areeee you sure he's on the up and up on this?" Kyle asked, rubbing at his arm where a 5 year old had punched him.

"What? Guys come on, it's the four of US vs. him if he tries anything. we can take him!" Alex said full of misplaced pride and swagger even as he had a slight limp.

"..you realize a group of five year olds just whooped us right?" Max asked, Pausing to spit out more dirt from when he'd been driven into the ground.

"Yeah but there was a equal number of them to us and they were all sneaky like ninjas." Alex said, waving a hand. "Sides, worse case go for the nuts. it's like the weak spot on the death star."

"You've been going to your mom's self defense class again haven't you?" Max asked and chuckled.

"...Maybe." Alex huffed.

"heh, just don't" Lyle started.

"Scream out 'he's got my purse!' this time." Kyle finished and the rest of the losers club laughed while Alex blushed and fumed.

"Guys it was ONE time, let it goooo!"

While the losers club was out and playing their little games, Justin and the boys were getting everything ready for the pampering.

as it turned out the old crib wasn't going to be big enough for even just one of the boys, while the old playpen might of fit two at most though it would be cramped.

Thankfully two solutions provided themselves in this, their darkest hour in the form of finding a old car seat of Justin's that looked big enough to MAYBE hold Alex, and a old high chair that would hold Max for sure.

"So..how are we going to hide ALL of this upstairs? I know Alex and his friends are dorks, but their not stupid." Grizz asked.

"Oh, what if we went and put like sheets over them, and tell them their ghosts!" Rayne suggested eagerly.

"...Rayne buddy why don't you go have a juice box." Justin said, patting the hulking boys back.

"Kay!"

as the muscle bound boy headed up to the fridge for some apple juice, Grizz and Justin exchanged looks.

"Man, he's our friend and everything, but Jesus.. does he eat paint chips or something?" Grizz asked.

"Go ahead and ask him, I'll go and get the bucket to mop you up after he creams you." Justin chuckled. "Ok ok..back to the problem at hand..We could Make get the high chair in the broom closet, and the playpen all folded up in the linen closet. Car seat, I dunno.."

"Yeahhh whole lotta time to waste between getting them pampered and getting them in they're seats." Grizz agreed then added with a blush.. "and I didn't go though all the humiliation of buying 4 packs of those discount diapers just for them to go to waste."

By now Rayne was coming back down the steps with his juice box and smiled and waved a hand.

"heh, Yes Rayne?" Justin asked, waiting for the stupid idea to come out.

"What if like, you have the playpen and stuff all set up down here but hidden behind some stuff and we just send up the gaming area down here. you can claim you wanna set a atmosphere for the game, capture the feeling of going though a dungeon." Rayne said and smiled big time.

"...H-U-H..Man Rayne, you need to drink apple juice more often!" Justin chuckled. "Good idea!"

"nah, then i get the poops." Rayne said but grinned big time.

"..Noted?" Grizz said/asked with a sweat drop.

It was after supper, and with bellies full of Pizza and root beet, the boys made they're way down the dusty (though not as dusty as before) basement, the twins semi hugging each other as the basement's lights only worked in two of the four areas, casting long scary shadows.

Max was mostly ok, though he could of sworn he'd seen something move out of the corner of his eye.

"Uh..Alex,Justin, you guys sure you don't have rats?" he asked, a twinge of worry in his voice.

"Oh yeah, we get checked regularly, Dad's TERRIFIED of them, it's why we can't go to Disney world." Alex said, laughing though he was getting a little bit creeped out being in the basement after dark.

still he wanted to try and support Justin who clearly was making a effort. plenty of large blankets had been rolled out onto the stone floor and a coffee table was set up in the middle, not on the blankets but they were bunched around it.

there were books and note pads and pencils and dice, all the great makings for a table top game and Alex turned to smile at his friends as they took in the site.

coming around the table and looking at the set up, the boys all whistled and Alex smirked at his friends under the pale light of the basement.

"See? I told you guys we could trust Justin!" he beamed.

"heh, Oh?" Justin asked.

"Yeah, the guys were kinda worried you were gonna pull something." Alex said, rubbing the back of his head. "Buttt I knew you were trying ..to.." Alex trailed off as he saw the look on his brothers face.

"Yeahhh about that, maybe listen to your friends next time." Justin advised.

"Whatever! It's four on one Justin, we CAN and WILL kick your butt!" Alex said, balling up his fists and looking over his shoulder to his friends.

The twins and Max nodded back and got ready to fight but Justin didn't look too concerned.

"oh no, Four little dorks who already got their butts kicked by five year olds and they're threatening me. what ever will I do. Oh woe is me." Justin said, putting the back of his hand to his forehead in a dramatic fashion then grinning and snapping his fingers. "Oh wait, I know..Grizz, Rayne, wanna help me get our soon to be slaves dressed and ready for they're new life's of cooking, cleaning and doing homework for us?" Justin said.

two shadows moved out from behind a pile of boxes and indeed there was Justin's buddy's.

"Oh, by the way, feel free to fight back, but anyone who does gets a spanking. if your GOOD little boys, we'll get you dressed with minimal fussing." Justin added.

Alex of course chose to fight, as did Max since he had to have his buddies back.

the two of them lunged at Justin going for a combo knee and groin attack but Justin caught Alex in the air and just hoisted him over his shoulder with Alex's head and arms over his back and yanked down Alex's pants with his free hand and started to slap the boys butt, getting howls of pain from him.

Max meanwhile had gotten his ankle grabbed by Rayne as he went to leap and was tugged back and put under Rayne's beefy arm and much like Alex, pants were yanked down and his butt was slapped, Max howling away as Rayne giggled and gave Justin a silly grin.

"it's like I'm playing the bongo's!" he giggled childishly.

Lyle and Kyle meanwhile had taken inventory of how sore they already were, how big and strong Justin and his friends were and had just stayed put, holding each other hands while Grizz looked down at them and smirked.

"heh, so your gonna be good boys?" Grizz asked.

Both twins nodded then jumped at the sounds coming from their friends.

"H-hey! stop that! They'll-" Lyle started, looking at Alex and Max who's buns where getting red even with their undies protecting them.

"-Be good boys like us! Come on, Please stop?" Kyle finished, wincing and fighting the urge to bury his face in his brothers shoulder.

"Hmm I dunno.. Alex, are you gonna be a good boy or make your widdle friends into liars?" Justin asked, pausing for a second.

Alex of course had been beating on Justin's back, for all the good it had done him and was now stood in front of Justin, tears running down his face and pants around his ankles.

Likewise, Max was set on his feet, though the tears weren't as free flowing and he gave a glare at the Twin's who suddenly found something VERY interesting to look at at the floor so they could avoid eye contract.

"Hey now, none of that Maxie, those two might of just gotten you out of the 5 minutes spanking we had planned." Justin said.

"F-Five Minutes?" Alex whimpered, and put a hand to his sore butt. it already hurt so much from just 30 seconds!!

"well give or take a bout 30 seconds." Justin said and smirked.

a hissing sound was heard and it didn't take a genius to figure out what it was, as Alex started to sob heavily as a puddle started to form under him where his accidents wasn't being soaked up by his pants.

"well, I'm gonna count that as a third vow to be a good boy..what do you say Max, wanna make it four for four?" Justin asked.

"Rot in hell! I'll never give in!" Max vowed.

Never as it turned out lasted all of anther 40 seconds then Max had a accident too. Following a quick clean up that would keep the boys from making puddles all the way up the stairs, Justin had Alex and Max take a quick bath together to both boys embarrassment, with Justin supervising to 'keep them out of trouble' while the Twin's mopped up the piddle accidents and got the wet clothes in the wash under the watchful eyes of Rayne and Grizz.

since the cat was out of the bag so to speak Rayne and Grizz had the twins help them bring the supplies for tonight's fun up into the living room, the urine smell in the basement being a big deciding factor.

The twins had a very good idea what was gonna happen as they carried the packs of diapers upstairs for the bullies, as well as a bag of dirty socks.

Well ok, the twins knew what the diapers and baby furniture was for, but the socks stumped them.

"Um..Mister Rayne?" Lyle asked, and held the bag up with one hand, the other being used to hold his nose.

"Hmm? me? Oh I'm just Rayne kiddo. what's up." Rayne said, confused at first but then smiling.

"I think I get most of what your planning, but why the stinky socks?" Lyle asked, looking over as Kyle was being a super good helper and getting the playpen set up, even though the look on his face made it clear he didn't wanna be helping at all.

"Oh the socks are for..are for.." And Rayne trailed off, and rubbed the back of his head, then turned to Grizz. "Hey Grizz, what are the socks for again?"

"We're gonna get the babies who aren't doing homework to wear them on both hands, one hand for the ones who are, and use about 3 socks per hand and tape for make shift baby mitts." Grizz called over.

"Ohhh yeahh..So that." Rayne said and smiled brightly.

"B-But why stinky socks? I don't wanna get athletes foot on my hands!" Lyle whined and whimpered.

"Oh! this part I do 'member! it's cuz you won't be tempted to try and tug'em off with your teeth after those socks have been on me and Justin's and Grizz's feet!" Rayne said, ever so proud of himself that he'd recalled that much.

"I..but..Ewwwww!" Lyle whined and started to cry.

"oh hey hey, look, it's just kinda fair if you think about it!" Rayne said, pulling the smaller boy into a hug.

"H-How so?" Lyle sniffled.

"well we're gonna hafa smell you guys when your blort your diapers. So see? it all works out!"

Somehow not only was this NOT a comfort for the twins, but started Kyle bawling too.

With Alex and Max washed nice and clean, they huffed and pouted as they were marched down stairs in just they're towels and were greeted to the site of of Lyle and Kyle (Aka mentally labeled the traitors in both boys minds) sitting side by side in Alex's old playpen wearing nothing but three pairs of dirty white socks on each hand that were taped up at the wrist with green masking tape and at least 4 pairs of white and pink diapers around their hips.

Finishing the look off as a bib around each twins hip, Lyle had Big bird on his while his brother was rocking cookie monster.

"Heh, nice touch with the bibs!" Justin commented. "I was gonna let them keep their shirts on."

"Well you know, I found a box of them in the basement and thought, why not?" Grizz said.

The twins had tear stains on their cheeks and Justin raised a eyebrow at that.

"Did they have to get spanked too?" He asked.

"Oh nah, just had a little sob feast. kinda shocked it didn't happen sooner. they ARE babies after all." Rayne giggled.

"So what do you have picked out for our two little naughty boys to wear?" Justin asked, chuckling and yanking the towels off of the younger boys who yelped and covered themselves despite the fact that A) they had both already seen everything B) so had Justin and C) they we gonna have to move their hands once they were diapered.

"Well I was thinking something retro, and classy at the same time." Grizz said, taking on a snobbish voice and making the other bullies smirk. "Something that screams 'I'm a big dumb baby slave, but at least I can do homework.' You know, a look for the ages."

"I see I see. Looks like you two little brainiac's get to do our homework while we supervise the good boys. And Don't even THINK of fucking it up. We'll be taking all SORTS of pictures of you dweebs in all your big baby glory and won't be shy about sharing it with your classmates." Justin chuckled and then pointed over to the changing mat's on the floor.

"J-Justin come on, do we HAVE to wear diapers?" Alex tried one last time.

"Alex I'm shocked, don't tell me you WANNA run around in the buff all night!" Justin said.

somehow the boy's blush got worse and along with Max he scrambled over to the changing mat's without further argument.

thickly diapered and one hand in the make shift baby mitts (Left hand for Alex and right hand for Max) and sporting Elmo themed for Max and Oscar the grouch for Alex, the last two of the loser's club was living up to it's name.

Max had been put in a old wooden high chair which even as small and shrimpy as he was was still a tight fit and had the bullies English and Social studies homework out in front of him.

Alex meanwhile had oddly easier been strapped into a old car seat and pulled up to the coffee table and handed the Math and science homework.

"Since when do you even get this much homework over one weekend?" Alex had asked, eyes going wide.

"Oh yeah, we asked for extra homework to make up for our falling grades. our teachers loved we were trying. So again. Don't make us look bad." Justin said and ruffled Alex's hair, making the huffy diapered shrimp squirm and try and get away.

"I can't believe I actually thought you were turning over a new leaf." Alex huffed and sulked.

"Honestly, neither could I, but you just wanted it to be true sooo bad~ Though I'm not without a degree of mercy." Justin chuckled and at that moment Grizz came in and set a baby bottle full of milk on Max's tray, then on in reach of Max.

Meanwhile the twins were being handed one each by Rayne and just took them with some difficulties in both hands and started to drink, they they wrinkled they're noses.

"heh, I guess the socks kinda keep you from fully enjoying the moo juice. Ah well, not my problem. I expect that ba-ba drained in a hour little man, I don't need you getting all dehydrated with all the crying and pissing you've been doing." Justin snickered and after handing Alex his ba-ba, walked away.

For a tiny split second Alex was tempted to grab the bottle and toss it at Justin, but then his common sense kicked in stead and he went to work, pausing every so often to drink the oddly sweet milk.

The twins tummies were starting to hurt as they chugged down they're milk but with the lack of room in the playpen and their stinky sock mitten's they weren't sure if they were gonna be able to pick the bottle back up if they put them down.

Since they had maybe already lost they're friends after betraying them before, they had silently agreed to just try and be the best big babies they could tonight since there was no point in getting a spanking now anyways.

"Sheesh, I guess that sob feast they had really dried them up. Careful little guys you're gonna give yourselves gas bubbles!" Rayne said, looking almost legitimately concerned.

"heh, don't tell me you're going soft on us man." Grizz teased, lightly elbowing Rayne side.

"Huh? no, I just don't wanna have to burp them and risk getting spit up on me."

"..You uh, Know their not REALLY babies right?" Justin asked after a second. "So I don't think that's gonna be a worry."

the mental image of being held in the bullies arms and being burped like a oversized baby wasn't exactly appealing to Kyle who slowed his chugging down but Lyle seemed to speed his up.

"..heh, I think one of them WANTS to be burped!" Grizz said.

Tugging his ba-ba out quick Lyle went to defend himself but in stead let out a massive belch that did kinda make his tummy feel better.

Kyle on the other hand took the other option when it came to gas relief as before anyone could say anything about the burp, a muffled long fart came out of Kyle's behind and the boys eyes went wide as saucers making it clear who had cut the cheese.

"Sheesh, couple of Gas holes over here." Justin laughed then wrinkled his nose, taking a step back. "Ugh, If his FARTS smell this bad.."

"yeahhh Maybe we shouldn't of put all that laxative powder in there." Rayne said, rubbing the back of his head.

With THAT announcement all four boys who had been taking a drink, Lyle having just put his bottle back up to his mouth dropped them and looked at the bullies.

"Rayne, they weren't suppose to know about that." Scolded Justin, then he grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"oh..uh sorry. How can I make it up to you?" Rayne said, while all four of the diapered losers club squirmed and whined in their baby prison's.

"Guess who gets to change all four stinkers himself?" Justin asked.

"Grizz? that's not fair he did- ...OH!...oh." Rayne started to argue, but then his face lit up as he got it, then fell as he got it.

Hearing about how the milk had been tainted, Alex grabbed his and was trying to pry the lid off to dump it out when Justin came over and shook his head.

"Ah ah ah, Bad baby brother! I guess you're gonna have to take a homework break so big brother can bottle feed you." Justin scolded, getting Alex out of the car seat and into his lap while Justin sat on the floor, pressing and rubbing the nipple on Alex's closed mouth.

"Open up little man, it's either you drink your special ba-ba and make 'present's for big brother or I get out the enema kit mom got for dad." Justin said.

Alex's eyes widen and he stared at his brothers face, wondering if Justin would really actually use that horrible looking thing on him..then recalling he was currently dressed like a big baby and opened his mouth.

"Good boy! Guess i could of just made you drink it on your own with that threat..eh, Your kinda cute like this. In a total loser big baby sorta way." Justin snickered.

Alex suckled down fast and hard, just wanting to get it over with and glared at Justin, willing himself to be able to make his asshole of a big brother end up crapping HIMSELF before Alex fudged his huggies.

As the cramps started to build in his tummy, Alex didn't think that was going to happen.

Seeing Alex being bottle fed by his brother and Grizz coming over Max gulped and gave a sheepish smile.

"I..Don't suppose you could just take the nipple off so i can chug this and get it over with huh?" He tried.

"heh, I suppose so. at least then I don't have to worry about burping the nerdy baby." Grizz said and started to unscrew the top. "But just so you know, if you try and just dump it out, I'll be tanning your ass for 5 minutes strait, then just giving you a enema."

Whether it was the threat itself, or the fact Max had loaded up on fluids on the way home he'd never be sure, but the poor boy gasped and whimpered as a hissing was heard and he soaked his diaper.

"Heh, We got our first wet diaper! Man, you must have a hair trigger bladder huh?" Grizz asked, and offered the opened ba-ba to Max. "Bottoms up soggy pants."

Whining softly but knowing he was stuck (in more ways then one with his diaper bloating out in the high chair) Max gave a week smile and drank as fast as he could.

The twins meanwhile had been given new instructions by Rayne who had decided if he was gonna have four sets of poopie diapers to change, he might as well get a cute site first.

The nicest of the three bullies (if only due to his lower IQ) he'd understood when Lyle and Kyle hadn't been abler to get they're ba-ba's picked up between the cramped space and the baby mitt and had picked up their bottle's and handed them to the other.

"Um..Rayne? I-I had more of my ba-ba gone." Kyle said meekly. "This is Lyle's."

"I Know, I want you to bottle feed each other, it'll look so cute!" he said and then with a big of shuffling around got them facing each other. "Your twin brothers so you're both close..So go on, help you brother drink up!" He encouraged them both.

Knowing better then to argue, the Twins shifted around and worked out how to get their arms out of the way of the other then both were drinking up, eyes closed and noses wrinkled from the smell of the socks, and the mini poots that were escaping almost constantly now as they were almost finished their ba-ba's.

As such with they're eyes closed they didn't see that Rayne had grabbed Justin's camera phone (After losing three cells of his own, Rayne wasn't trusted with one anymore.) and snapped a few pictures of the cuteness in front of him, and when they finished he fished them both out of the playpen and had them each put a head over one of his shoulders, apparently having gotten over his stance on burping them.

As they felt the big strong pats on their back and looked at each other over the simple giants shoulder, both twins wet their diapers at the same time but just like how they normally talked, one would burp then the other then the first one, back and forth till Rayne was sure he'd gotten all the gas bubbles out.

The twin's weren't sure how they felt about this, since Clearly Rayne was strong enough to support BOTH of them with just one hand making them feel even smaller then before, though it DID feel good to get all that gas out even if they're tummies were still cramping big time now.

"Feel better little guys?" Rayne asked, smirking.

Lyle started to nod while Kyle went to say something, but that was when the ba-ba's special ingredient kicked in. Both twins stiffened and little gasps came out of their mouths but that was nothing compared to the torrent of muck that poured out of their backside as the pink and white diapers rapidly expanded and even with the slits cut in them it was clear they were rapidly approaching a overflow point.

"Sheesh, that didn't take long." Grizz said, holding his nose.

"Oh man, their fucking toxic!" Justin complained.

between the sick sounding wet farts you could HEARD the diapers crackling as they fought to keep up but it wouldn't be till the diapers were fully loaded that they Twins would snap out of their shocked silence.

Rayne went to say something to comfort them but it was like a shrill alarm going off as both twin once again started wailing and crying, and Rayne winced, his own nose wrinkling.

"Uhh.. Can I just go and hose them off in the back yard?" He semi shouted, trying to be heard over the twins.

"Are you kidding? they'd alert the whole block as to whats going on!" Justin said, gagging a little. "Oh Man..I did NOT think this though..."

"Well what did you expect a dirty diaper was gonna smell like?" Alex huffed, though he was making grossed out faces too, plus knew that was his future."Sun shrine and rainbows?!"

"Also it's WAY too cold out to clean them up outside anyways Rayne, you'll make them sick."Max pointed out

"You two, shut up and get back to work. and Rayne..I know we were gonna make them sit in it but for the sake of everyone noses, change them now....and uh, take them to the basement to do it." Justin huffed.

Rayne nodded and off he went with the little stinkers and Grizz turned to Justin.

"Ahhh.. maybe we'll just use the pictures of them, but let them take dumps in the potty..I mean.. " he was saying, moving to go and open some windows.

"Ngggh, you might be onto something there." Justin said, then noticed Max and Alex exchanging looks and smirking. "..what's with the looks?"

"It seems to me, like the balance of power has shifted." Max said with a evil grin.

"Unless you WANT us unleashing hell in our diapers over and over again, you're gonna knock all of this off now, and hand over the pictures." Alex said smugly.

"Are you REALLY trying to threaten us with stinky diapers?" Grizz asked, half amused half in disbelief.

"If you thought the twin's were stinky they don't hold a candle up to Max, and Justin you know how bad I can be when I'm NOT loaded with ex-lax."

"..Mistakes have been made." Justin groaned, face palming.

"Are you kidding me?! I went though all that embarrassment and blew all that money on diapers and we're gonna cave in now?" Grizz huffed, looking pissed.

Max left out a poot and that fresh tears to the bullies eyes.

"Consider that a preview of whats to come." Max said and gave a evil laugh. "and tick tock guys.. us 'babies' can only hold it for sooo long~"

"Look Grizz, I'm sorry but unless you wanna be the one helping Rayne change diapers." Justin started to say, cut off by Rayne's cry of horror from the basement. "Then the plan failed."

"This is fucking bullshit!" Grizz huffed and then stormed out of the living room, grabbing his jacket.

"Grizz come on! wait!"

"No way man, screw you! I'm going home!" Grizz growled back and took off, slamming the door.

"...Well I hope your happy now!" Justin huffed at the big babies.

"Oh, we will be.. but first.. socks off and let us out of our baby prisons." Alex said, then smirked. "and don't worry, I have a feeling the diapers WON'T be going to waste."

For the first time since this little war had started, Justin felt a pang of worry.

In the aftermath, only the twins ended up messing their diapers and once Rayne found out the plan had fallen though he sulked and huffed and stormed off home too to do the extra class work that no one else was gonna do for him now.

The Pictures were turned over as promised and Justin figured Alex just deleted them, never suspecting that they were kept for blackmail power of a sort later on, and while no one else had a smelly diaper that night, all four boys kept wearing one just in case.

The twins were forgiven by Max and Alex after a bit, mostly due to how traumatized they seemed from having made such big stinkies and having to get cleaned up and had sucked on their thumbs when they weren't playing video games with Max and Alex, though they had conked out hard shortly after.

Justin, as the last bully standing, got the 'honor' of taking the shovel and going out to the trail to 'bury the treasure' and was less then happy when he came back and got told to go to bed and rest up, he was going to need it.

[kaminobiwan]

empathy

pairing: fives x reader

summary: after the citadel, you catch him in a rare moment of vulnerability. (it’s sad i’m sorry)

a/n: the next installment of my milestone celebration! the prompt that spurred this was literally “tucking someone in bed” and I went and made it into this pain train asdlk;f anon I hope you like it still. also, this gorgeous gif was thanks to @obiwankenobiness thank you, angel, the world continues to be in your debt!

lastly, here is my taglist form. forgive me for the feels to come

You get the call just as you’re about to turn on your holoscreen to binge the latest net drama.

You don’t recognize the contact, but accept the holo regardless. A group of your friends had gone out tonight, begging you to come with them, but you’d declined in favor of a relaxing night in, telling them to let you know if they needed anything.

Maybe their comlinks had died.

Unsurprisingly, it’s a bartender from 79’s, the one your girlfriend is hooking up with. You’re about to ask if he needs help with her drunk antics when he rushes out an apology.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but you’d better get here. We need your help.”

Your forehead furrows in concern. This doesn’t sound good. “Is everything okay with — ”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s fine. Well, she’s drunk off her ass, but I’m not talking about her. It’s Fives.”

Your eyebrows shoot up higher, curiosity piquing. “Fives?”

The handsome soldier had been off-world for a couple weeks now, and you hadn’t realized he’d returned to Coruscant. It’s not like you were together or anything, but he did tend to hit you up whenever he came home. Your friends were consistently egging you to “make it an item,” but you’d stubbornly refused. Fives wasn’t the problem, but whatever it was between you was a frustrating mystery and you weren’t going to be the one to clear it up.

If only your courage was stronger than your ego.

“He’s fucked up,” Your friend’s boy-toy explains. “And I don’t see any of his usual mates around. I didn’t know who else to call.”

You sigh, already reaching for warmer clothes as you drop the blanket that had cocooned you until now. “It’s okay. I’ll be there in a second.”

—————

By the time you reach the bar, Fives isn’t alone — another clone, bald and clad in yellow-streaked armor, is hunched over him while trying to wrestle another shot out of the ARC trooper’s hands.

“Fives?”

The two of them jump up at the same time almost comically, and a shred of amusement pulls at your lips. The bald clone blinks at you, uncertain as to who you are, but Fives erupts with enthusiasm and calls to you. Deafeningly.

“There she is!” He all but shouts, and while his companion is distracted, he gulps down the drink before anyone can stop him. “Isn’t she gorgeous, Waxer?”

Blood rushes to your face as Waxer shakes off his stupor. You approach them fully, taking in the empty bottles littering the counter. “Did you ask for me?”

Fives burps, and both you and Waxer jerk back immediately. “Said your name once or twice, you know how it is.” You didn’t, actually, but you let him continue. It’s like watching a holo on a five-second delay, his eyes turning questioning as he turns to you in slow motion. “Come to think of it, m’pretty sure I didn’t drunk call you. What’re you doing here?”

You can’t help it, but as much as you don't want to, the way he cuts himself off makes you to wonder if he had meant without me?

“Bartender commed me,” you explain, more to his friend than him. “I didn’t know you were on leave.”

His rowdiness calms a tad, and you squint at him as the smile drops off his face. “Just got back.”

“He’s pretty drunk,” Waxer speaks up, and you step forward to help him carry Fives so that both of you have an arm around each of your shoulders. “I just called a cab for him, but he’s saying he won’t go anywhere.”

As the three of you stumble towards the exit, you struggling much more than Waxer under the weight, you incline your head in understanding. “I can take him back to my place. Assuming he doesn’t have to be anywhere?”

You receive a shake of a head in answer, and an air taxi pulls up in front of your group, right on cue. “Appreciate it.” Waxer forces Fives to lean against the speeder while he opens the door. “Didn’t know Fives had a girlfriend.”

For the second time in less than ten minutes, your face heats indignantly. You shoot a quick prayer to the Maker Fives is too intoxicated to chime in. Thankfully, he’s resting his head on the roof of the taxi, seemingly enjoying the cool sensation. “I’m not his girlfriend.”

Waxer looks at you doubtfully, but says nothing. He pays the driver in advance as you commend him gratefully, but he only shrugs at you. “You’re taking the hard part. He’ll be a bitch to take care of in a couple hours, trust me.”

You murmur a sound of agreement, and go to push Fives’ limp body inside, but his arm grabs the open door and stops you from moving him further. He raises his head enough to peer at his fellow trooper, Waxer shifting uncomfortably.

“Waxer,” Fives rasps, “I’m sorry about Longshot. And the rest of ‘em.”

The other clone winces visibly, but nods in response before you manage to slide Fives into the taxi.

—————

Getting Fives out of the cab and into your apartment is a series of multiple unfortunate events, but eventually you make it. Once you’ve shut the door and locked it, you dump Fives onto your bed where your pillows are still arranged in perfect nest formation.

He’s sobered up a little, but by the way he hasn’t spoken since the bar, you’re still unconvinced to his level of sentience. As you help him with his armor, you probe him cautiously. “Rough mission?”

His face flashes with malcontent, but you’re not sure if it’s from the awkward way you pull off his pauldron or your question.

“Sorry.”

“S’okay.” Fives shakes his head quickly, then seems to regret it as his hand flies up to press against his forehead. “It was a rough mission.”

You stop in your movements, looking at him with regret. He doesn’t really talk about the war with you. Why would he, when it takes up every other facet of his life?

Before you can tell him he doesn’t have to say anything, he’s speaking again. “‘Lotta clones died.”

A thrum of contriteness reverberates in your mind, but you take his admission as an opening. Treading cautiously, you ask, “Longshot. Was he your friend?”

Fives shakes his head again, slower this time. “Well, yeah, but he’s part of the 212th. Was. We weren’t that close.”

Silence consumes the next few moments before you press on. “You lost someone close to you.”

His lack of a reaction clues you in to the accuracy of your statement, and your face twists ruefully. He waits a couple minutes, then mutters again after a few deep breaths.”

“Echo. My twin.”

“Your...?” You don’t mean to be so obvious, but your face scrunches in confusion. It wasn’t like you were an expert on biology, but you were pretty sure you knew how cloning worked. “Aren’t you all — ”

“Right, no, sorry.” Fives drags a hand down his face tiredly, and you feel bad for asking. Some job of cheering him up you were doing. “He was my squadmate. Domino Squad. It was just the two of us left.” His voice trails off, and you let him work through his silence with a sympathetic hand on his knee. For a moment, he smiles wistfully, but the look extinguishes as he’s reminded of something. “Thing is, he was the good one between us. Knew all the reg manuals by heart, had a perfect plan for everything. Always thought that out of everyone, he’d be the one to survive. That when I’d go out…” he pauses. “He’d be there with me.”

A shaky breath escapes him.

“But now he’s gone. And I’m it. The last Domino.”

His face is set in grim resignation, and your chest aches for him. You can’t imagine the pain he’s feeling — not just from the loss of his brother, but the from trauma of war that practically radiates off of him. You wonder, for a brief moment, how you’d never noticed, but soon enough it dawns on you. His usual swagger, flirtatious and carefree, was a fantastic front. It had hidden the depths of his suffering from everyone this far, but now you were finally seeing the curtain drop. And the Fives underneath it was, well.

Fives was heartbroken.

Your brain is screaming at you to do something — comfort him, hug him, anything to wipe the dull pain off his expression, but he lays his hand in his hands before you can. He gives a small groan. “Think m’feeling that hangover already.”

That spurs you to jump up and grab a cup of water for him from the kitchenette, glad to at least be of some service. When you give it to him, he takes it without looking at you, neck bowed in what seems like embarrassment — you’re not completely sure. It’s not like you’d ever seen anything close to embarrassment on Fives prior to this.

“Sorry for...all this.” He croaks out a wry laugh, but you can tell there’s no humor behind it. It’s so strange to hear, when his normal one is loud and boisterous. He’d always been the one to light up the room. “Didn’t mean to dump all that on you.”

“Fives.” You crouch next to him on the bed again, inching closer. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” The cup returns to your hand, and you place it on the table without breaking eye contact. “I’m only sorry I can’t help more.”

“You help plenty, sweetheart, with that pretty face of yours,” he tries, but you see completely through his attempt at brushing everything off. You reach out gently, exuding as much care as you can without a word.

“Fives…” He lets you touch him, pulling his head gradually to you to hold him against your chest. He freezes for a simple second, but immediately slumps in your embrace afterwards, leaning fully into you. You feel his breath falter, but his arms rest contentedly around your waist as you register just how tired he seems.

Guiding him delicately to lay down, you free one hand to pull up a cover over him. Just as you’re about to extract yourself from his hold, he spreads a beseeching hand at the small of your back. You catch his gaze, pleading and vulnerable.

“Stay. Can you…” he hiccups between his words. “It’ll help if you’re here.”

You stare at him tentatively, but eventually nod. “Sure, Fives.”

It’s only a couple minutes until you’ve changed and returned to bed, and when you slip under the covers next to him, his lids are already half closed. You brush a stray eyelash from his cheek, and lay your palm there as his eyes droop slowly. This look is new, too, but it’s a tender one as you see the strain ebb from his body for the first time in front of you. As he falls asleep, you lift yourself up to press a feather-light kiss to his temple, just below his tattoo.

If he remembers it in the morning, he doesn’t let it show.

[copias-thrall]

@makeupmonsters​

He came in by the open window again (and maybe that’s why you left it open, but: shh), hands scrabbling for purchase before he hefted his skinny, noodle body by increments into your bedroom. It took him what felt like 10min, during which you’d only continued painting your toenails.

After heaving himself in, he sits at the foot of your sill, panting.

“No, no,” he wheezes, “I’m all right. No need to get up.”

“K,” you say as you spread your toes, assessing the paint job.

“Bitch. I’m gonna dick you down so good.”

You turn to him. “I can see that”

He gives you the finger. 

There’s a glass of water on your night table, and you pass it over to him; Mary drinks it down in big, greedy gulps—1/3 of it spilling out the side of his mouth and dribbling down his neck to stain the collar of his tee. He hands it back to you, empty, as he wipes off his chin with the back of his hand.

“Thanks,” he says.

You shrug. “You better be sweating it out over me soon.”

He smiles with too much teeth. “That can be arranged.”

Soon enough he’s on you—and you can only hope your toe polish is dry enough—with too much tongue and all of his weight pressing into you. He’d taken off his studded, denim vest—but his belts still jab into you, so you squirm out from under him and onto your side.

“Fuck,” he says as he slobbers onto the side of your cheek, “I can’t wait to feel you around me. I’m gonna get you all dirty.”

You’re pretty sure he means in a sexy way, but with his hygiene, he could also mean literal dirt and fleas. You try not to think about it, instead wiggling around so that you’re grinding your ass against his erection.

He sucks hard on your neck as he ruts into you. “Mmm, fuck yeah. Lemme feel that sweet ass, baby.”

His hand creeps under the hem of your shirt, splaying against your stomach before it inches closer, closer to the waistband of your sleep pants. A part of you can’t wait to feel his fingers on you and to have him drawing pleasure out of you … but a bigger part can’t help but remember the dark crescents under his nails and ringing his cuticles, the dirt embedded in the whorls of his fingertips. And—as much as you want his cock—you can’t help but remember the smell between his legs that had you gagging for an entirely different reason last time.

All too soon your brain can’t help but remind you of the rumors that you’ve heard—and Mary does nothing to dissuade—of what he gets up to in graveyards.

Suddenly you’re jumping off the bed, away from his touch; his hands are still positioned as if he were still holding you, and the bulge in his jeans is obscene. He looks up at you, startled.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

“I just um,” you stutter as you edge toward the door, “I just need a second.”

You see his brows furrow, his mouth almost forming a word, before you’re fumbling with your doorknob and hightailing it to the bathroom. Once there, you sit on the toilet seat with your head in your hands. The throb between your legs is insistent—but you can’t unknow your thoughts on Mary’s … grime. He’s only a little selfish as a lover—better than you’d initially given him credit for the first night you’d taken him home in a tipsy haze—so you really were looking forward to the dicking down he was going to give you.

But … you’re sober now and: gross.

If only he … . And just like that, you have an idea.

It takes longer than you expected—and honestly you’re half certain Mary probably got bored and left—but when you shimmy back into your room in nothing but your robe, Mary’s still sprawled on your bed, nails half done in the color you’d been using: jungle red.

He looks up at you with a soft Dafuq? you think is meant to convey concern.

You lower your voice to give it a “sexy” intonation. “I prepared something special for you. How ‘bout you strip and follow me, hmm?”

A vulpine smile cracks Mary’s face, and he’s all at once trying to scramble off the bed and take off his clothes as he stumbles behind you. You back into the bathroom—your hand toying with the tie at your waist—as Mary yanks off his ripped tee by the back collar and hops out of his jeans, his clothes now a treasure trail on the floor.

By the time you’ve backed yourself into the tiled wall—your robe undone and dangerously close to parting—Mary is just down to his holy, threadbare boxer briefs. He’s too fixated on the sliver of skin that you’re showing to really be too much aware of anything else in the bathroom. He leers at you—biting his plump lower lip—as his hands go for you.

Which is when—smile firmly fixed on your face—you give him a little shove. He wobbles unsteadily, a look of confusion on his face, and you give another. This time, his arms windmill out, and he grabs onto your shower curtain to right himself … but you’re already right there, giving a jab to his chest. Pulling half the curtain off it’s hooks with a plink plink plink, the back of Mary’s knees hit the lip of the tub, and he goes splashing into the hot, soapy water filling it.

A tidal wave sloshes over the side, splatting on the floor and bathmat, as Mary lets out an ungainly GAH before the receding oceans close back up over him. Even though you’re now fully exposed, you can’t help but cackle at Mary’s situation: he’s half sprawled in the tub, his legs sticking up and out, as his half-wet hair sticks to his face, soapy rivulets dripping down his cheeks. He’s eyes flash with murderous intent … but honestly he just looks like a wet, angry cat.

“What. The. Fuck,” he spits as his hands slip slide against the bottom of the tub for purchase.

You grab his scrawny ankles and chuck them into the bathwater, sock and all, even as he squawks in protest.

“Your dick is good, Goore—but you’re not sticking anything anywhere until I’m sure you’re squeaky clean of whatever the fuck it is you get into.”

“Fuck you, get off,” he bitches as he trashes about, water going everywhere.

You grab a loofa you’d had the forethought to soap up, and start scrubbing—behind his ears as well as his neck and shoulders.

“Fuck, all right—Jesus,” he whines as he squirms away from you. “Lemme fucking do it.” He yanks the loofa away from you, never breaking his glare at you as he begins to scrub himself down. At this point his hair is wet, limp against the sides of his skull and his forehead. The remnants of his makeup are the black ring around his eyes and the white cake sticking to his hairline.

“Don’t forget—” you start as you point to his face, and he snarls at you.

“Bitch, I’m getting to it. Fuck off.”

Settling onto the toilet seat, you draw your robe back together.

Mary’s eyes follow you. “Aw, c’mon!” he whines.

You put your bare foot up on the tub lip, curling your toes over it.

“Be a good boy and clean your ass, and I’ll take the robe off.”

Mary scowls at you and crosses his arms.

“You’re an awful lotta work for a casual lay.”

You shrug unaffectedly, even though your heart is thumping.

“Then go fuck someone else. I’m not stopping you.”

You put on an air of nonchalance that you don’t feel as you as Mary stare at each other. Finally, he lets out a huff and a “whatever,” before he’s peeling off his boxers. He throws them out of the tub, and they hit the wall with a splat before they slide down to the floor in a sloshy mound.

Mary cleans himself almost shyly, and you close your eyes as you rest your head against the side of your sink. There’s some splashing around, and then he says, almost quietly,

“Ok, I’m done.”

You open your eyes and look at him, pale and naked in the now-scummy water. He’s still glaring at you, but the intensity has dimmed somewhat as he crosses his arms in front of himself. Smiling, you untie your robe, letting it pool at your feet before you remember the puddle of water. Mary’s eyes laser onto your naked skin before you’re stepping into the water.

“Um—”

“Shh,” you say, putting a finger to his lips before flicking the drain lever open with your toe. You reach past his sitting form as your fumble to turn on the shower.

“What the f—” he sputters, but you’re pulling him up and drawing him into a kiss. As the spray sputters from cold to hot over you two, you reach down to grab at Mary’s ass, bringing him flush with you.

“Yeah, ok,” he mumbles into your mouth.

Twining your fingers into the wet mess of his flat hair, you say, “If we’re only going to get dirty again, I think we should stay here.” Your hand slides to wrap around his half-hard dick, and he moans, quickly reaching down to touch you. Even as the two of you pet at each other, your one hand reaches up to grab his jaw so that he meets your eyes.

“You may be dicking me, Goore—but I’m the one in charge. And next time I expect you to be clean, or I’ll peel those digits off before you get halfway through my window. Got it?”

He swallows hard—adam’s apple bobbing—before giving you a short, curt nod, his eyes blown wide.

“Good. Now, let’s get filthy.”

[scarlettwitcher]

Úlfur Minn Part Three

Request: by @laneygthememequeen​: Hello lovely! I just saw that youre open to requests and are itching to write something for soft boi geralt! If you’re open to it, can I request a geralt x reader where reader seems like super innocent but is like an actual warrior/badass and he’s just like in awe. Or maybe where the reader is in like a dress for some reason and she usually doesn’t wear dresses because they’re inconvenient for fighting and ends up having to fight in the dress. take care and I hope you have a wonderful day💖

Summary: After Jaskier is finally able to convince Geralt to be his bodyguard for Pavetta’s betrothal dinner, shit goes down and Geralt has to make the decision of whether or not he should tell Y/n how he really feels.

Characters: Geralt, Reader, Jaskier, Calanthe, Eist, Mousesack, Pavetta, Duny, mentions of secondary characters in the show.

Word Count: 3296

Warnings: Angst, violence, fighting, some kinda(?) graphic descriptions of fighting, mention of blood, cursing, fluff, canon typical warnings

Author’s Note: Part three!!! I’m not gonna lie, I’m kinda sad this series is almost over! I really loved writing this. I’m thinking of writing more episode based series, with reader being integrated into the plot. I find it interesting! Thank you for all the love this series has been getting! As always, my requests are open. I’m currently in the progress of writing a couple, but am still open for more. My taglists are also open, so if you’d like to be tagged for any individual character, fandom, or be tagged in everything, just shoot me a message or an ask! Thanks for reading and feedback is always welcome! 

Also, show my girl @queenxxxsupreme​ lotta love. k.

Previously on Úlfur Minn...

“Lioness of Cintra, I come to claim what is rightfully mine! Pavetta. By the Law of Surprise.” Before anyone could speak more, more guards appeared and attacked Duny. He carried himself easily as he defeated the guards around him, slashing at them. But as more guards entered the room, he became overpowered and was hit roughly in the face. He fell and rolled onto his back as he stared up at the guard holding a large axe over his head. He panted as he stared up at the guard with fear as he dripped blood from his lips. You growled out in anger at the queen’s disregard for the man’s life. You ran and grabbed his discarded sword as you stood over Duny. “NO!” The guard swung the axe and you swung the sword at the same time, cutting it in half as the axe fell into Duny’s hands. You swung your sword again, slitting the guards throat. He looked at you and nodded, before getting up and looking at all of the guards that surrounded the both of you. Geralt growled in anger at you for putting yourself in such a compromising position. You looked over at him and shook your head, telling him it wasn't the moment for him to scold you. He made his way to your side, almost hovering over you. 

“Kill them all!”

Now...

Everyone watched in horror as the three of you fought against the Cintran guards, the men falling in seconds. Geralt had to take a second to stop and watch as you battled against the guards. He was in complete awe at how smooth and quick your moves were. You had been traveling with the Witcher and the Bard for years but have never had to fight. Geralt always made sure you were never in a compromising situation. Since you were only the healer of the group, he never let you join him when he had to slay a monster as much as you bugged him to let you tag along. If he had known you could fight so swiftly, he still probably wouldn't have taken you but he at least wouldn't have worried so much when he left you with Jaskier, knowing the bard couldn't even defend himself for shit, much less protect you when need be. 

One guard came running after you as he swung his sword at your chest. You ducked as he swung and used your sword to slash his knee, blood splattering on the floor. The guard screamed in pain as you kicked him in the face hard, knocking him over. As soon as you regained your footing, you tripped over your dress. You were having a rough time with the dress you were wearing. You growled out and cut two very large slits in front of both of your legs. You didn't care that every movement caused your skin to be exposed, your legs visible to everyone around you all the way up to your hip. You had never been so exposed in your life to any but you didn't care. You we're fighting for what was right and you could worry about being embarrassed later. Geralt watched you with wide eyes and was distracted by your beautiful body and almost didn't see the guard sneaking up behind him. He swung around and hit him with the butt of the sword as the guard went flying into a table on the side. Before long, Eist joined the three of you. “The Law of Surprise has been called. You kill them… kill me.”

Soon, all of the Lords joined the battle, running towards the four of you with their daggers and swords. Just as you all defeated the guards, you easily defeated the lords. One of the lords that had been constantly after you all night ran towards Geralt. You frowned and went after him, tripping him as he fell forward and knocked himself out as he hit the floor hard. The Lord's brother saw this and charged angrily at you but Geralt saw this and swung his sword across his chest as he fell over with a scream. You smiled briefly at him and nodded at him as you continued fighting other guards that appeared behind you. One of the guards had been able to disarm you, knocking the sword that was in your hand onto the floor. With quick movements, you grabbed the dagger that was hidden on your thigh garter and spun, slashing his throat, watching as he fell, gripping his throat tightly. You grabbed the sword you were using and continued to fight, almost in a rampage to make a point. Calanthe had enough of the fighting and rose from her seat as she grabbed her sword and made her way into the middle of the battle, kicking one of her guards on the way. Geralt sensed a presence behind him and swung his sword only to stop as Calanthe was holding her sword towards him.

“Stop!”

"STOP!" 

“Duny. I told you to stay away.” You panted as you stood back, watching as Pavetta hugged her lover tightly. You moved behind the couple as you tried to fix your tattered dress, dropping the sword in your hand and sheathing your dagger back into place. Duny kneeled in front of the queen and took a deep breath.

“Your Majesty… the Witcher speaks the truth. I was cursed as a young boy. My whole life a living misery until the day that I saved your husband, King Roegner, from certain death. By tradition, I chose the law of Surprise as payment. Whatever windfall he came home to find… would be mine.”

“Oh, the stupid bastard. Better you had let him die!”

“You knew he’d come, and you pushed me to kill him.” You jumped at Geralt's voice from how close it was to you. You didn't realize he had moved towards you. You looked up at him and swallowed thickly, knowing the moment you were alone, he was going to berate you for being so foolish. He reached a tentative hand towards your cheek as he scanned you for injuries. You had a few cuts around your body as well as a few bruises on your cheek, jaw, and collarbone that were already darkening. He cursed you quietly and you huffed a silent laugh as Calanthe spoke with her daughter and her lover.

”...andoned all thought of claiming the Law of Surprise. I knew…. I knew no woman would ever accept me like this. And so I waited. I waited until the twelfth bell when the curse breaks. I never intended to meet her. Just to watch from afar.”

“Until destiny intervened… and our hearts collided.”

“And at dawn, I awoke with her in my arms and me… like this.” You watched the couple and sighed softly, knowing your heart longed for someone to look at you the way Duny looked at Pavetta, or in this case, you wished he looked at you that way.

“Who are we to challenge destiny? Life was saved, debt must be paid, or the whole order of the world falls apart.”

“Honor destiny’s wish, or unleash its wrath upon us.”

Calanthe glared at all the men. “There is no us. I bow to no law made by men who never bore a child! Is there not a man amongst you who does not cower before destiny? You, Witcher… who has known monsters of every fang and claw… are you afraid too?” Calanthe looked at Geralt as he scowled at her. Because he couldn't look at you, he reached out and held your arm in his hand as a sense of comfort, his way of knowing you were okay. 

“No. I’ve seen mothers lash themselves raw over the death of a child, believing they crossed destiny, ignoring the stench of the 50 other children in the plague cart outside. Destiny… helps people believe there’s an order to this horseshit. There isn’t. But a promise made must be honoured. As true for a commoner… as it is for a queen.” Geralt quickly returned his gaze to you as he pulled you into his arms. You relaxed under his hold, taking a deep breath of his scent.

“NO!” Before you could realize what was happening, everyone was thrown by a powerful thrust of power. Geralt's back hit the wall but you weren't so lucky. Your head hit the wall hard and you fell unconscious on the floor as Geralt called out your name, pulling you into his hold once more as you fell limp against him. He could hear your heartbeat and that was enough to calm him in the moment, but he was still worried as you wouldn't react to anything he did. He cradled your head gently and growled when he pulled his hand back and saw it was covered in blood. Geralt watched as a large tornado began to form in the room as Pavetta and Duny began to float in the eye of the storm. Geralt and Mousesack tried their best to intervene but we're thrown back as the storm got stronger, gathering all of the loose items in the room. Geralt looked at your unconscious form and knew, the sooner he ended this, the sooner he could get back to you. Taking one of his vials, Geralt gained enough power to cast his magic. He pushed as hard as he could into the storm, getting an inch inside. Pavetta gasped as she looked at him as he casted his magic at her, throwing the couple onto the floor. He panted heavily as he slid to the floor next to you, pulling you into his arms as he held you tightly, as everyone watched Calanthe reconnect with her daughter.

“Destiny has spoken! And I have listened. The Law of Surprise will be honored. Pavetta will marry… Lord Urcheon.”

“React poorly and you won’t just face the Lioness, you will be facing the sea hounds of Skellige. Because Queen Calanthe has… agreed to my proposal of marriage.” 

“There will be two vows here tonight! I assume that’s agreeable…” Everyone nodded their acceptance as Calanthe smiled softly. “Delightful.”

Soon, the couple was married by the queen. Duny began to growl animalisticaly as he fell to the floor. When he lifted his head, the curse had been lifted and the spikes that adorned his head were replaced with black curls, and what used to be animal features on his face, we're now human features. 

“The twelfth bell has not yet rung.”

“What has happened?”

“I think your blessing of this marriage… has fulfilled a destiny. The curse has been lifted.”

“Whew! I think this has the makings of my greatest ballad yet.”

“If you’re alive in the morning. Don’t… grope for trout in any peculiar rivers until dawn.” Geralt was all but ready to leave as he held you in his arms. He needed to get you away from all the royal drama to heal you. He growled in irritation as he was stopped by Duny.

“No, Wait! Wait. Both you and Y/n saved my life. I must repay you.”

“You’ve proven yourself to be the kind of man who would do the same. We want nothing.”

“No, please. Please, Geralt of Rivia, do not feel like you’re doing me a service. I cannot start a new life in the shadow of a life debt.”

The Witcher sighed as his eyes drifted down to your unconscious form. His eyes softened and he looked back up to the knight. It's not like you could make a decision and he knew he'd have to make it for the both of you. “Fine. We… claim the tradition as you have, the Law of Surprise. Give us that which you already have but do not know.” Geralt turned to leave once more but stopped at the cry from Calanthe.

“No! What have you done, Witcher?”

“Fear not, Your Majesty, if we're seen in your kingdom again, it’ll be to kill a real monster, not lay claim to a crop or a new pup. Now as you can see, Y/n is injured. Destiny can go fu-” Geralt was interrupted by Pavetta as she threw up and both Duny and Calanthe moved to her side immediately. All three of them slowly looked up at Geralt as he watched in surprise before sighing. “Fuck.” Geralt moved quickly away from the room, grabbing his sword that was lodged in a table, having enough of all the drama for the night. Mousesack stopped him to speak as he glared at the man, already not pleased with him from earlier events.

“Clearly the girl has access to immense primal power.”

“Yeah, and with no idea how to control it.”

“I’m gonna stay. Guide her.”

“You’re a good man, Mousesack.”

“You should stay too.”

“This has been enough partying for me. I’m getting out of here with Y/n.”

“You’re both bound to this now, Geralt. Whether you like it or not.”

“I’m not for changing. You know me better than that."

“Yes, I do, but you can’t outrun destiny just because you’re terrified of it. It’s coming Geralt. Not believing won’t change that. If you want to protect her, you'll do what's right.” Mousesack nodded to you in his arms and Geralt unconsciously gripped you tighter as if you'd slip from his hold.

“Bullshit. This was just a girl using her magic to stop her mother from gutting her lover. Nothing more.”

“So you say as if you wouldn't do the same for Y/n. But the bond that will come into being between you, Y/n, and this child… when it is born will be extraordinary. If you dismiss it, leave without claiming this… child surprise, you will surely unleash true calamity upon us all.”

“We'll take that chance. Mind yourself. True words are rare birds in courts like this. Watch for daggers in your back. Or, more likely, poison. Be careful, old friend.” Geralt turned and left the castle, making his way towards the suite you had rented. He held you carefully as he rode Roach through the quiet night. He watched you quietly as he sighed into the silent night. “You are an idiot, you know that my love? Throwing yourself in front of that knight like your life didn’t matter… Let me tell you, it does.” Geralt held his breath as he swore he saw you move in your unconscious state but when you were still for a few minutes, he let go of the breath he was holding and shook his head. “To me, you do anyways. Watching you today was just… I didn't know you could fight so well.” Geralt willed his eyes away from your form to watch the road he was travelling on.

Once he arrived at the suite, he made his way to one of the bedrooms and laid you down on the bed as he brought bandages and some of the ointments that you always used for his wounds. He made sure to remove the heels you were wearing, setting them to the side of the bed. He let his fingers linger over the skin of your ankle before scolding himself and returning to caring for your wounds. Touching your soft skin as he cared for your wounds had him feeling hot under his clothes. He didn't know how he could handle being around you after watching you fight and seeing that much of your skin. Sure, you both have traveled for years together but you were too innocent, too careful about yourself and your surroundings. You'd never change in front of each other, you wouldn't even remove your shoes in front of him sometimes. He thought you had something against him but as he noticed you were this way with everyone, it didn't offend him so much. But after seeing you fighting, seeing how swift you moved around, how sexy you looked with your tattered dress, he didn't know if he could go back to you being your innocent self. 

He didn't know how much time he spent watching your sleeping form. He reached over dragging his fingers against your cheek before letting it drift down to your shoulders. He let his fingers wandered slowly down your arms all the way to your fingertips. His hand moved further to your exposed skin. He let his fingers hover over your hip before touching your warm skin. Slowly he watched his own hand as it moved across the soft expanse of your thigh, stopping for a moment at the thigh garter as he removed your dagger. He stared at the piece of clothing as if it was offending him. He wondered now just how many times you wore this under your clothes. He swallowed thickly as he moved his hand down to your knee when he heard your heartbeat jump up, beating fast and hard, the opposite of what it was moments before. His eyes snapped up to your face and he saw you watching him with wide eyes. He didn't have the words to explain what he was doing and slowly moved to stand up from the bed but you reached out and grabbed his hand gently, pulling him back to you. You held his hand like it was a lifeline as you sat up, Geralt using his other arm to help you into a seating position. You reached up gently, cupping his jaw as you moved a stray piece of hair behind his ear just as he had done earlier at the betrothal. “Did I miss anything important?” You whispered playfully as you watched his eyes wildly take in your features.

Geralt huffed at you as he let himself relax under your touch. He swallowed thickly and sighed as he locked his eyes with yours. “You worried me dove.”

“It was only a small bump. I’ll be alright by tomorrow.”

“You must’ve hit your head really hard if you even think I’ll let you travel while in this state.”

“Witcher, please. I’ve suffered worse.” You moved to stand up but winced as a fast and sharp pain passed through your head. Geralt only looked at you with a disapproving frown, only confirming what he was saying. You let yourself give in to the tiredness. You sighed quietly as you nodded. “Fine, I guess a day of rest wouldn’t hurt.”

“Good. Now that I know you’re okay, what were you thinking?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Throwing yourself in front of Duny like that!” Geralt hadn’t meant to but his anger had taken over his head. He was enraged that you’d been so careless of your life. You flinched as he yelled at you and he noticed. He took a deep breath, dragging his hand down his face, trying to calm down. An uncomfortable silence fell in the room between the two. Geralt knew he couldn’t dance around his feelings anymore. He would take your rejection over the what ifs. “I could’ve lost you.” 

You opened your mouth to answer but you had lost your voice. You knew he’d be upset but you never anticipated this. The way he said those last four words made you hope there was more to his words. That he wasn’t just worried about losing you because he was your friend. You didn’t know if asking outright would help the uncomfortable feeling you had and decided to lighten the mood just a tad before getting serious. “You wouldn’t have. I knew you’d be there to protect me. I know deep in my heart you’ll always be there, Úlfur minn.” Geralt grunted at the nickname. You had started to call him this about a year ago and he always tried to find out the meaning behind it but never could. It was from a very old language that was almost never used anymore. He knew you knew the language to heal, some spells requiring this language aside from Elven. You would never tell him what it meant and it bothered him to no end.

“Now you’re making fun of me?” You furrowed your brows at his statement as you quickly shook your head in disbelief. 

“Úlfur minn, I’m not making fun of you. I’m being honest.”

“Like you’ve been when you tell me whatever that stupid name you call me means?” You felt yourself frown at his words as you tried to think of something to answer but came up blank again for the second time that night. “Yeah, thought so.” Geralt couldn’t explain why he was so angry. He was still pent up from the evening at the betrothal. He knew it was wrong to take it out on you but he was upset and he needed you to understand that you were too important to just be jumping in front of weapons for others. He stood and paced next to the bed you were laying on. Before he could further mess up the night with the woman he loved and say more, or in this case, yell more, he heard a soft whisper coming from you.

“My wolf.”

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[breakingsomething]

the fall

the second this idea came to me, i had to write it. also, this is NOT CANON IN MY LORE. at all. please heed the warnings, as this fic is. very heavy. lotta bad shit. enjoy.

trigger warnings: torture, blood, gore

the only sound to be heard was a silent click, click, click. perfectly continuous, never faltering. heavy boots tapping the floor as they marched down an empty corridor with gently flickering lights until they reached a door. a gloved hand tapped buttons whose piercing beeps shattered the silence, and the door was opened to reveal a much shorter hallway. at the end was a thick steel door, which required several codes and fingerprint scans to open. this place was clearly very deliberately made. eventually the door made a hissing noise and the man that the pair of boots belonged to stepped inside, swinging it shut behind him and slowly walking into the middle of the room.

it was very small, and very dark. there was only one light, just above the doorway, but it was bright enough to show what was inside, which was - nothing. nothing apart from one man, handcuffed to a pipe against a wall with a cloth gag in his mouth, and a wooden bat next to the door where the man in gloves and boots stood. he paused as he sauntered in, casually picking up the bat and swinging it from hand to hand. the mask over his face creased with an unseen smile as he came forward, looking down on the man beneath him.

for a moment they were both silent. then the standing man yanked his hood from his head and removed his mask, revealing wavy brown hair and pale, scarred skin. he grinned, showing off gap teeth and sparkling dark blue eyes. he tilted his head, tapping the bat against the floor.

"hello, hello, hello," he said slowly, dragging out his words as he clicked his boots against the floor. "sorry it's been a while. i've been… busy. you understand, i'm sure. i know you were a very busy man too, once."

the man on the floor said nothing, of course. his expression was blank, but his eyes were burning with rage and hatred and defiance. the standing man felt a twinge of pride at that, revelling in how weak he looked, how sick, how human.

he raised his eyebrows dramatically, putting on a babying tone. "oh, oh! pardon my forgetfulness, bro." he crouches down to be at the other man's level, not breaking eye contact. "it's hard to remember things that are so unimportant. i'm sure you understand that as well. see, we get each other, you and i. do we not?"

he suddenly yanked the gag from the other man's mouth in one ferocious motion, causing him to cough and splutter from pain. the gloved man tossed the gag behind him, biting back a giggle at how the other quickly regained his composure and growled softly, his eyes going from soft brown to green to blue to white to fully black. even without his pupils visible and his greasy curls falling into his eyes, his gaze seemed to bore into the man, pure anger bubbling in it. the gloved man laughed out loud at that, sitting back and smiling.

"nothing more to say, anti?" he said cheerfully. anti only made a rumbling sound deep in his throat, staring. he was very still, the only sign of life being his chest rising and falling and the twitching of his right eye.

the man chuckled and shook his head. "this is - wow. seeing you reduced to this… it brings me an immeasurable amount of joy, seeing you looking so pathetic, so helpless." he gripped anti's face in his hand, squishing his cheeks tightly. anti should have learned not to try and bite him. he did it anyway, earning another laugh from the other man as he slapped him, three times in quick succession. anti reeled, blinking rapidly before returning to his previous position of simply staring, still growling lowly, static humming weakly.

"ah, you ought to learn!" the man exclaimed, tutting and wagging a finger in anti's face. "this is just sad, come on. do you not have any dignity left, aiden mcloughlin?"

it was that that caused anti to snap. "speak that name one more fucking time and i'll dig your eyes out with my bare hands and shove them so far down your throat i'll make you choke on them." he spat, voice incredibly hoarse from disuse. and to his credit, he kept up the glare as and after he spoke, his gaze never once wavering. the man wondered how he managed to keep it together so well when he could smell the fear radiating off him.

the man's face split with a wide smile. "oh, do keep threatening me. it's the highlight of my day." he ran his fingers through anti's hair, noticing how despite his uncaring demeanor, his breath hitched at the contact. "really, all my time spent here is just wonderful. just sitting here, admiring my work. it's wonderful. just wonderful. you, i have to say, are the greatest thing i've ever made."

his fingers gently traced anti's scalp, and anti's eyes fluttered shut for just a moment before they snapped open again, his rage returning. "you like this?" the man said with a mocking smile. "poor little anti. been without human contact so long, how sad. when was the last time someone played with your hair, or touched you at all this gently? surely the last time you were with your brother, before he left you? was that then? or even before that, when you were just jack's little pet and a single kind act from him made your day?" without warning, he gripped anti's hair tightly, yanking his neck back hard. "i can't believe i used to be afraid of you."

he leaned in close to anti's ear, despite how he uselessly struggled to pull away. "now i see you're no scarier than the rest of us. just a sad, angry, lonely little human with a desperate need for affection and validation. can you agree with that, anti? nod for a yes, shake your head for a no."

"what happened to you?" anti rasped, wincing as the man pulled his head further back, his hair brushing his shoulders. "you were one of jack's boys. i will admit, out of all of you, i had you pinned for least likely to go fucking insane."

the man let go of anti's hair, and anti wheezed as he tried to get a breath. the man just watched, smirking, until anti had calmed, steadying himself. he already appeared to be at the breaking point, poor bastard. most likely wouldn't stay conscious much longer. a trail of red blood dripped from a reopened wound on his head under his hair.

"i am many things," the gloved man said to anti calmly, hands resting on his thighs. "but i am not insane. i can just see things so much clearer now. i can see how weak you are. i can see how powerful i am. i can see how my brothers perhaps always needed me to be more like this in order to protect them."

despite it all, anti grinned crookedly, his lip busting open again with the movement. "but your brothers don't know you have me held here, do they?" he said, and the man felt his expression slip for only a moment before his cool rage returned to his face. "your brothers don't know where you are at nighttimes. they think you're - ha, they think you're out protecting the city, don't they, hero? don't they, red? you mock me for my weakness, but you can't even face telling your little brothers that you're a sadistic -"

he struck anti again, noting in grim delight the cracking sound of his nose breaking once more. this time, he didn't stop until one of anti's eyes was swollen shut, his nose dribbling a waterfall of blood. even with that, he couldn't seem to wipe the smug grin off anti's face.

"that one strike a nerve?" he giggled, voice slurred with the amount of blood in his mouth. "are you imagining the look on little jinx's face when he finds out what big brother red has been doing? when he looks at you and sees the blood on your hands? or when the doctor sees your face but only sees his old captor, not a brother in sight? or when dear kitten -"

the man stood, breathing heavily. he held his bat up threateningly, cursing how his hands shook. "one more word and i hit you with this and i will not hold back."

anti threw back his head and roared with laughter, only stopping to cough wildly, red spraying from his mouth. "what's wrong, jackieboy man? can't handle a -"

jackie stayed true to his word. after three violent strikes, anti's head fell to his chest, unconscious. jackie didn't stop there, however. he bent down and grabbed anti's throat, lifting him up as high as the thick handcuffs and chains would let him. anti groaned, still almost completely out of it.

"you think you can just fucking talk to me like that?" jackie screamed, shaking anti and slamming him against the wall. anti was just aware enough to whine in pain, his eyes flickering. "i keep you alive, i give you the privilege to keep breathing when you should be long fucking dead and this is what you do?"

"not asking you to keep me alive," anti mumbled, limp against jackie's hold. "kill me if y'must."

"no!" and with that, jackie let him go, leaving anti to slump to the ground again. "no, no, you don't fucking deserve to die! not after everything! not - not after - you don't deserve anything as good as death!"

anti made a noise, sitting up and spitting blood to the floor. the wound on his bare neck had reopened, the crusted dark blood being replaced with new, brighter red, a wave dripping down his chest. still, anti laughed, and jackie howled with rage, his vision blurred with pure hatred towards the man in front of him. "shut up!" he screamed, voice breaking. "shut up, shut up, i'll tear your fucking tongue out!"

"do that then," anti giggled. so much blood. jackie almost gagged. through the redness, anti's brown eyes glittered with amusement. "i'd love to see you do that, i would. i really would."

jackie pulled his knife from his back pocket, holding it to anti's mouth. "don't fucking make me!" he cried, voice audibly trembling. "one more goddamn word and you'll never fucking speak again, i swear to christ!"

anti smirked, and jackie's heart sank.

"do it," anti challenged. he didn't flinch as jackie brought the knife even closer, scraping into his skin. "fucking do it."

and jackie did.

later that evening, he sat in the shower for close to an hour. just staring at the wall, letting the red rinse off down the drain. just letting all the gross wrongness go away, letting all the evidence disappear. letting himself disappear. this is what i have to do to keep my family safe, he told himself. this is necessary to make sure no one ever hurts them again.

that wasn't true. and he knew that.

when had he lost himself so badly? when had he become so cruel, so angry? when had he become what he hated the most in the world?

anti never spoke again. but that defiant look never left his eye. and that was what scared him.