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vintage-marina · 3 years

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A woman out of time ( James Norrington x F!reader) Chapter 1

Marvel crossover pirates of the caribbean

TW: blood, gore, aliens, violence and durther in the story depressing thoughts and suicidal thoughts

A few weeks ago i had the idea to write a reader fic with a crossover of marvel and pirates of the carabbean, yep the most random idea that i had

summary: After y/n got a call that they can bring the half of the population back, she takes the chance and goes to the compound, but when she wants to go back to New York 2013 she finds herself on the middle of a ship. I think i’m gonna ship her with James Norrington tho.

btw you can also read it on wattpad, my name is mischief-moony

word count: 1973 words

Wakanda 2018

Before everything went down

You heard footsteps outside your house that signaled that a few people were nearby, you threw your book on the floor and stepped outside and when you did you saw Bucky. King T'Challa, Okoye, and a few soldiers were walking to your cabins. You saw that one of the soldiers were holding a suitcase and dread filled you up, something is happening. Bucky and you were walking to them in a silence that neither of you wanted to break and you saw that in the suit laid his arm.

''Where is the fight?'' mumbeled Bucky after he glanced at his vibranium arm, he didn't look happy to use it again. In fact he probably thought about the time when he did not had a choice, but to use it. You glanced down, you wern't scared to fight, if you have to then you have to. But not knowing who to fight was frightening to you.

You and Bucky got taken to the weaponry room, you glanced into the mirror and moved your (right/left) arm, this arm felt new. Not a bad new, but a good new, a chance at staring a new life and maybe now you will never get it. You grimaced and didn't want to think about it anymore, ''Buck, do you know what's happening?'' ''No, but it has something to do with Steve. It always has.'' ''Fair enough,'' the both of you chuckled for a few seconds and after that you composed yourself, your expression serious. You took a taser, two handpistols and a few knifes and buckeld it on your belt, somehow it felt it wasn't enough and you took a bomb. The medpack on your back did not felt heavy and you saw that Bucky took a M249 SAW. ''And you think that firearm will be enough? You know, it is pretty serious if Wakanda need the help of two oldies'' you pointed to him with a knife, he grumbled but to your happiness he took a handpistol. After this Okoye walked to the both of you and explained what was happening.

Meeting your best pals Steve, Natasha and ofcourse your other colleagues

Bucky and you went outside and you saw that Steve, Natasha, Sam, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey and Bruce? Is he not missing? were walking out of the quinjet, King T'Challa was walking with them and lead them to you two. You heard T'Challa asking how big the assault is, Bruce answered that they shoud expect a big one and Natasha asked how big their army is. ''You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje and..'' ''And a semi-stable 100-year old man'' ''And a mentally unstable 100-year old woman'' Bucky and you flashed a smile towards them and you flew into Natasha her arms while Bucky hugged Steve. Afterwards you gave a bone crushing hug to Steve and you whispered that you missed him.

During the battle

Everyone stood behind the border that protected Wakanda and you saw that aliens were running toward you, they looked like a mix between a dog and a rat and you didn't expect this shit, yes you were scared at this point. Next to you stood Bucky, Steve and Natasha, "What the hell" mumbeled Bucky and if you weren't in a life threathing situation, you would have laughed but now, now not. Some of these aliens were breaking through the border but were killing themselves, but some of them were making it through, the Wakandan army were making shields with their clothing and were shooting lasers out of their vibranium spears. Bucky, you and Natasha were shooting while Sam and Rhodey were in the sky. Bruce was in the Hulkbuster and stood behind you and the army. Rhodey flew to the border and you saw that a few bombs were dropping that created a massive chain reaction, you could hear the screams of the aliens that were dying but you could see that the dogs behind the border were going to Vision and were he was laying there was no border, shit he is gonna be in danger. But Bruce beat you to it, before you could say anthing.

''Cap if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us, there's nothing between them and Vision'' ''Then we better keep 'em in front of us.'' ''How do we do that?'' asked Okoye to T'Challa and you saw that the was thinking. ''We open the barrier. On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen'' he shouted somthing in Xhosa, you saw that Steve was activating his shield and that T'Challa's army were dropping their shields. You were moving your shoulders and stood in position, ready to kill a bunch of aliens. This was unlike what you saw in the war or what you did in the war but you knew that you should give your everything. The border that protected you was dissolving and you heard T'Challa shouting: ''Wakanda forever!''

You were running and so did everyone else, your heartrate went up and you took the blades out of your belt, Steve and T'Challa ran ahead but you and Bucky ran with the army. The first few aliens were running to you and you threw your knife in their eye and slid on the ground while you were gliding on the grass, you plunged your knife in another one's belly and cutted him open. It screamed and before you knew it it was dead, but the other alien was not. You took your knife out of the carcas and threw it in the head of the other alien. You plucked your two blades out of it's head and it's eye and hastily you stood up and scanned your surroundings.

But you didn't had much time, three other aliens were attacking your back that send you flying to the ground, you let out a yelp. Their claws were dangerously close to your face and something snapped in your head. Your mind went on autopilot and you teared an arm off and you gave it a kick to it's belly. You drew your pistol and sent a bullet to the other two aliens their heart and head. You could feel on your back that you had been scratched but you shook it off and went further.

The minutes flew by and you couldn't even remember what you were doing to them, you saw that Okoye needed a little bit of help and you gave her back cover. ''Are you okay?'' she asked while the two of you circeled around the aliens, you hummed but it didn't reassured her. ''I don't think we are going to win it'' you said, she didn't gave a response but instead killed an alien. You heard someone talking to you in your ear, ''I can't hear you, speak louder'' you commanded and slammed an alien to the ground. ''Y/N, someone needs medical help, I will sent you the coördinates come fast!'' you heard Natasha talking to you and you bid Okoye farwell and you cleared your way between the aliens and the people.

When you arrived you saw that Nathasha gave pressure on the wound of a soldier, ''Nat you need to give me cover while I treat her alright?'' You saw that she was from the Dora Milaje, you took off your medpack and opened it quickly and kneeled down. Adreneline rushed to your body and you took a bottle of water out of the pack and rinshed the wound. ''How did it happen?'' you asked to her, in the hope she didn't pass out. ''I got clawed, but I will survive'' she mumbeled, you softly talked to her while you disinfected the wound. You sliced the plastic of a sterile towel of and depped the wound clean, there was blood on your hands and you smeared it off on your suit. Natasha was shooting some aliens and said to you that you needed to hurry up. Your stress level went up a bit when she said that and you stichted the soldeir up and covered the wound incase if it went bleeding again. ''Nat, you can go, I will protect her'' after you said that she went away and you stood your ground and eyed your surroundings.

You didn't knew how much time had passed, hope was slowely running out of your system and you were certain that you were losing. Aliens were around you and you felt desperate, you did your best to protect her and sometimes you got help from someone else, it wasn't easy to check on her and to kill aliens but you managed. Suddenly an axe went flying around and killed some aliens around you. What the hell is happening you thought to yourself, not that you were ungrateful, you were very grateful but you didn't know who it was, until something suddenly clicked in your brain, Thor.

After Thor joined the fight with a raccoon with a gun and a walking tree? You thought you could finally win this battle and have a good nap after this, but alas you were wrong, very wrong. A few meters further you saw that Steve was protecting Vision and Wanda. You turned around and asked in Xhosa if she need any further medical assistence or that she would manage it. The soldier sent you away and you joined Steve, you didn't expect the guy who is supposed to be the most evil person in the universe purple but you also saw a man with red skin and without a nose when you served the army so it didn 't really surprise you. More people joined the fight and when you threw your bomb and fire your last bullets, Thanos raised his fist towards it and reversed the time so it couldn't explode, then he aimed at you and fired the bomb back. ''Shit'' you mumbled, you flew across the air and yelled in pain. A few splinters from the bomb scratched your face and neck, you could fell blood prickle on your skin from the splinters that were stuck in your body. Your ears were ringing and you shut your eyes tight from the bright light, sniffing the air you could smell burning flesh and you softly cried, you didn't want to see the aftermath of what happend to you. Some people were yelling, but black dots were clouding your eyes and with your tears you couldn't see well. How can he do this, what did we do to deserve this, the more you thinked the more your head hurted, maybe a little rest wouldn't hurt and with that on your mind you blacked out.

When you opened your E/C eyes you whimpered in pain, signaling to the remaining people that you were awake. You saw Steve in your field of vision and you could see that his eyes were red. You lifted your arm and cradled his face with your vibranium arm, you furrowed your eyebrows and wiped a few tears away. ''You've been crying, Stevie'' a nickname that he only heard from you when you were concerned about him. ''What happend?'' you whispered softly after you gave him a reassuring smile, he didn't meet your eyes but looked to the left of you. You turned your head, but you wished you hadn't, your eyes met the blank stare of Vision and you let out a startling scream. Terror was running through your veins and tears of dispair were filling your eyes and falling on your cheeks. You reached out your arm towards him but you only could feel the cold of his vibranium body and if you looked better you could see the pile of ashes that laid besides him. Your arm fell to the ground and you sniffed, ''What happened here Steve?''

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mayalaen · 6 years

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OKAY #5 is here. You can probably backtrack this by clicking the tag mayahighblogs, but i wanna get as many @ mentions in for the writer as possible. Because this fic is fucking adorable! Here the link and here be the awesome writer - @ltleflrt

“And after a year the Hellhounds came to collect on his debt. The guy died and went to Hell, but then he was saved.” Mr. Winchester’s voice cracked a little, and he glanced over at Mr. Cas.

MY HEART!! i need a heart emoji for this one. hANg on. i’m on my computer so ihave to cut and past. 💔 there

But when Mr. Cas smiled at him, he cleared his throat and turned back to the kids in the room, his smile back in place.

CAS SAVED HIM YET AGAIN THis time form crying in front of the kids. Such a good hubby.

“… He was saved by an Angel of the Lord…”

Oh man, Eddy thought excitedly. This story is going to be freaking awesome!

IT WAS IT WAS IT WAS!! These kids have NO IDEA what they’re in for and it’s one of theo most awsome stories ever!

Dean’s totally gonna show the kdis his handprint because he still has it, of fcourse. Or maybe cas gave him a knew onwe. Yeah, that sounds cooler. He’ll show the kids the new handprint and dean and casd don’t even need rings because thye’re the handprint shows it all. maybe dean tattooed a handprint on cas so they’d matchl.

Okay that fic was totally adorable. i usuaullly don’t read a lot of fluffy fics, but i chose a fic of @ltleflrt‘s by random an di’m glad i did. oh i also usually don’t like curtainfic that shows them old, but this was done well. i didnt’ feel bad for them, and it was just this big ball of adorable!

WE need to tell the producers your fic shoud totally be the neding for hte series.

Great fic! Totally recommend. if anybody reading this wants to read and comment, give the author some love, then click here.

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arituzz · 7 years

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After hours

-SNOWBAZ-

Summary: It’s like an unspoken routine -- Baz busies himself to be the last one in the locker room after the football matches and Snow comes in to make him all sweaty again.

Word count: 1k

Rating: E

Tags: Shameless smut, fluff

If you ask Baz, all this thing is Snow’s fault.

He hears the unmistakable sound of the door opening and closing. Someone failing to go unnoticed while entering the locker room.

Snow.

Baz is filled with a familiar feeling he can only describe through metaphors and analogies: It’s like his heart is rioting within his chest, trying to make an escape; and every cell of his body has suddenly forgotten its main function and has joined the heart’s revolution.

“Baz,” Snow says, behind him.

Baz turns around. “Snow,” he whispers, through his clogged throat.

If you ask Snow, there’s no thing whatsoever. “Come here,” he says.

It’s like an unspoken routine -- Baz busies himself to be the last one in the locker room after the football matches and Snow comes in to make him all sweaty again.

Baz always says, “Yes.”

He steps closer to Snow, the palms of his hands already starting to get clammy.

Snow, a man of actions rather than words, reaches over and tugs his fingers through Baz’s ponytail. He’s not gentle.

Baz archs his head back, sucking in a deep breath. “Should I take it down?” he asks.

Snow cups Baz’s jaw in his free hand, tilting Baz’s face to the side. “Merlin, no,” he says. And kisses Baz’s neck. Snow’s hot breath tickles Baz’s skin, sending chills across his body.

Baz settles one hand at the back of Snow’s neck, right where his messy curls end, pulling him closer. The other one finds his way to the small of Snow’s back.

Snow treats Baz’s neck like a target. Kissing, licking, biting it. Baz can feel it in more places than one. Like cause and effect.

His hand travels under Snow’s clothes, cupping his arse. Which has an immediate effect on Snow, too. Snow stops kissing Baz’s neck and looks at him in a way that shoud be illegal. And bites his lip.

Baz feels like a prey.

Snow loosens his grip on Baz’s hair, leaning closer, his lips almost brushing Baz’s. Baz closes his eyes and goes to kiss him. But Snow steps back.

“Let me kiss you,” Baz says.

Snow offers him a twisted smile. “Ask nicely,” he says.

And Baz can’t believe how incredibly hard that makes him. “Please,” he begs. “Let me kiss you.”

Snow runs his tongue over his upper lip, staring at Baz, and steps closer. He reaches over and pulls at Baz’s shirt collar. And kisses him.

Snow pushes Baz as he kisses him, pinning him against Baz’s locker. It hurts a little. But it doesn’t matter. The only things that matter are Snow’s expert lips against Baz’s mouth and the annoying fact that there are still clothes between them.

If you ask Baz’s locker, it’d say maybe they could do all this no-thing a bit more gently.

Baz yanks desperately at Snow’s jumper, throwing it to the floor. Snow takes his time unbuttoning Baz’s shirt. He kisses Baz’s skin as he goes down, button by button by fucking button. Baz wishes he could just rip it off.

When he’s finally done, Snow continues with Baz’s trousers and pants.

Snow likes to drive Baz insane. He breathes and kisses and licks Baz’s hardness endlessly. Slowly. Fucking torturing him.

And then Snow stops and looks back up at Baz.

That’s a sight Baz will remember later on: Snow on his knees, looking up at him before swallowing him whole.

Baz can’t help tugging at Simon’s hair as he blows him. He also can’t help the moans that come out from his throat. Or arching his hips up, pushing his hardness into Simon’s mouth.

One of the best things in this life is fucking Simon’s mouth. It’s so good it’s too good. “Simon…” Baz moans. “Stop.”

But Simon only goes faster.

“Simon,” Baz says between breaths. “Fuck me. Please,” he begs.

Simon’s eyes go wild at Baz’s words and pulls off. “Merlin, Baz,” he says. “You’re such a bad boy.” He smiles devilishly and gives a lick to Baz’s cock. “Pure evil.”

Baz can only say, “Yes. I am.”

Simon gives Baz’s length another lick. “So bad,” he says.

“So,” Baz says, moaning. “Fucking,” he continues as Simon keeps licking. “Bad.” He wants Simon so badly. “Punish me, Snow,” he says.

Simon turns Baz around. He takes his own trousers and pants off before pressing his hardness against Baz’s butt. He starts rubbing it against Baz as he takes Baz’s length in his hand.

“Snow, just--” Baz starts, almost gasping. “Fuck me.”

Simon breathes into Baz’s ear. “Call me Simon,” he says. And bites Baz’s ear.

It’s too fucking much. “Simon…”

Simon steps back for a moment. Baz hears him rummaging for something.

And then Baz feels him again. Hot and hard as he goes inside him. Finally. Baz takes a firm grip of his locker, in order not to lose his balance.

Simon fucks like he fights: Hard. Fast and rough, like there’s no tomorrow. Obviously, Baz fights back.

Simon likes to whisper things into Baz’s ear, which makes it very difficult for Baz to last more than five minutes. Fucking Simon Snow’s mouth is second only to being fucked by Simon Snow.

Four or five dirty words later, Baz is coming hard against the locker. He says, “I love you, Simon.” But he’s so breathless that only a gasp comes out.

Simon follows him immeditely after. “I love you, too,” he replies, only it comes out a muffled sound.

They stay like this for a moment, recovering their breaths. Baz turns around and takes Simon’s sight in, seizing every second he gets to see him like this (for future use): Panting. Red cheeks. Bronze curls so messy it’s obvious he’s just had sex.

Only because he knows it wont last much longer, Baz takes Simon into his arms. It’s fucking painful how fast Simon can go from “there’s no tomorrow” to “today never happened.”

Baz keeps waiting for the blow; for Simon to deny the obvious, as he always does.

Simon breathes in Baz’s hair before pulling him back.

So here it comes. Now’s when he says, “This is nothing.”

Instead, Simon kisses Baz’s lips, slowly. Nothing like before. He tucks a strand of Baz’s hair behind his ear. And smiles. “This is everything,” he says.

-FIN-

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higuchimon · 7 years

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[fanfic] Fair Won Prize: Chapter 2

Mizael wasn’t entirely asleep. He could taste something wrong in the drink, and he hadn’t taken much of it. He’d considered asking for something else, but slowly and surely, his eyes began to slide together, and he couldn’t quite seem to make words anymore. So he stayed where he was, presuming it would burn off sooner or later.

He’d never had beer before. It wasn’t something that appealed to most elves, though he’d known some who enjoyed it. Elves differed in their tastes just as humans did, though perhaps not as widely or as often.

So only when he managed to grasp vaguely that almost everyone else at the table was also drifting away into slumber did it click into his mind that something aside from taste buds were at fault here.

He could hear footsteps coming toward him. They weren’t familiar, and sounded more like heavy-nailed boots than anything else. He couldn’t be certain of how many there were, only that they came closer, far more so than he wanted, especially now that he couldn’t defend himself. Every instinct he had urged him to get up, to call Jinlong, to just get away from there.

But not a single muscle moved as he wished it to. He strained his ears, hoping for some detail that would stir him up enough to get out of there. What he heard certainly got him angry, but not enough to move.

“You’re right, brother.” That was the tavern keeper. “They’re definitely worth a lot of money. I know a few people who could use a good minstrel. Maybe that one there could be a gladiator. He looks tough enough for it.”

There was a low bark of laughter. “Wonder if he’s an escaped gladiator. Doesn’t Spartan City have an arena? Take him back there and see if he’s worth anything extra?” That was the one that Ryouga laid out in one punch.

“That’s a long way from here,” a third voice, slightly more brittle and precise. “I know one or two cities not that far from here that have an arena and are always on the lookout for good fighters.”

“The big one would probably do for a hard laborer. Looks like he’s done plenty of that, and he’s definitely not suitable for anything else.” The tavern keeper judged.

Mizael tried to work his fingers, hating them so clinically discussing how to dispose of them. But it worked through his head what the problem was: they’d been drugged. Likely a sleep potion, which was why it hadn’t worked so well on him. If he could just get his lips and tongue to work, just to say one word, just to say Jinlong.

But he couldn’t. Not so much as a whisper.

“Looks like she’s a priestess. Those are tough to sell anywhere.” The clinical voice spoke on that score. “Any suggestions?”

“If I’m right, she’s a water priestess. So, send her to the desert? There’s a couple of sects out there that can keep her under wraps and probably retrain her, too. They pay good money for new recruits.” The tavern keeper opined.

“And I know a few places the other two would score a lot of money at,” his brother declared, a smirk in his words. Then Mizael heard him coming closer. “But this one I’m keeping for myself for a while. I bet he could use some good training...and he’s too pretty for anything else, anyway.” A raucous noise that Mizael guessed shoud be a laugh. “Can’t wait to see how much fun he’ll be!”

Given how many of the others he’d mention, Mizael found himself certain that this person was talking about him. He tried to twitch and still failed.

Then he could feel a hand on his hair, slowly stroking it.

“It’s like silk!” The muscled man declared. “Like living silk.”

“You’ve never touched silk in your life,” the tavern keeper laughed. “But if you say so.”

Again the other stroked and Mizael began to detail out how many parts he’d shred this fool into once the drug wore off.

“Let’s get them out of here.” The would-be slaver tilted Mizael’s head up. “Can’t wait for you to wake up, pretty.”

“Neither can I. I don’t think he’s going to like what you’ve been saying about him.”

Vector?! Mizael managed to pry his eyes open the tiniest but, just in time to see a slice of silvery blade in between him and the man touching his hair. For a moment there was absolute silence, then something small hit the table between them.

And then there was an all-mighty roar of pain and rage. “You cut off my hand!”

“It was where it didn’t belong,” Vector said as he rose up to his feet. Mizael dragged his eyes open just a little more and saw Vector had his sword ready. “In fact, none of you has any right to touch him – or any of us – in any way whatsoever.”

“You don’t have the right to cut off people’s hands!” The tavern keeper squawked. Vector turned toward him. From the way they were standing, Mizael couldn’t see the keeper all that well. He didn’t really need to.

“I have the right to defend myself, and since my companions aren’t available to do it – thanks to you – to defend them as well.”

Then Vector’s voice dropped low and only an elf’s keen hearing enabled Mizael to hear what came next.

“Especially since you dared to lay a hand on him. I heard what you had in mind. That will never happen.”

It took Mizael a moment or two to make the connections. They’d all known that Vector wanted him, but he’d kept himself more or less polite, making the occasional compliment, offering small gifts of things Mizael liked.

Vector wasn’t at all a nice person. They knew that, too. But just the fact he’d kept himself polite and restrained put him head and shoulders above these folk in Mizael’s opinion.

All of that took less than a heartbeat to flick through Mizael’s head. In the next moment, Vector surged forward, sword darting here and there. These people weren’t fighters at all, weren’t used to going up against someone trained in multiple forms of combat like Vector.

Mizael found himself wishing that he could see exactly what Vector was doing, aside from slicing their would-be assailants into small pieces. He didn’t love carnage all that much but he did rather enjoy seeing people who’d caused harm to others getting their just desserts.

Soon enough the last of them dropped, and Vector turned back to the others. He tilted his head to the side, considering what to do next. No one seemed in any real danger, and they’d probably sleep for a little while longer. Only here wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep.

Slight motion caught his eye and he spied Mizael trying to move. The elf wasn’t doing a very good job of it, but he tried anyway. His eyes seemed a fraction open and he twitched a finger.

He also had blood in his hair, from where Vector first de-handed the fool who’d touched him. Vector kept his hands to himself, trying to ignore the urge to wipe it out.

Instead, he moved closer and leaned down. “Mizael?”

The ranger breathed in an unsteady breath, eyes still not all the way open and what Vector could see of them remained foggy and unfocused. Vector worked his way around to where he could get hold of Mizael, and started to work him out of there. The others would be fine; Mizael was waking up and would be annoyed at the blood more than likely. Plus, he would need someone to help him clean up this mess.

People were so rude, failing to die in a clean and neat fashion. If they’d known who he was, they likely would’ve fallen all over themselves trying to avoid his anger.

They rode on the edges of Don Thousand’s lands, after all. And the son of Don Thousand commanded respect.

But that would’ve risked all the others knowing exactly who he was, and Vector didn’t want that.

He managed to get Mizael out of the tavern. The storm had passed by now, and the sun edged closer to the horizon, throwing long fingers of shadows over the land. It looked like it would be a pleasant evening, and more so if they got to spend it somewhere that wasn’t here. It would depend on how long it took everyone else to wake up. Vector sadly decided that would be much later in the evening. Far too late for it to be worth riding onward.

A stream wended its way behind the tavern and he helped Mizael there, finding a place low enough for both of them to splash their faces in an attempt to wake up, and get some of the sweat and blood of battle off of Vector. He still wouldn’t touch Mizael without permission.

But then the ranger looked up at him, his eyes clearer and more focused now. “Can you get that out of my hair?” He gestured toward the streaks of blood still there. Some had landed on his face as well, now cleared away by the water, but he’d need more effort to get to his hair.

Vector lifted his hand warily. Mizael gave him a harsh look.

“I said, could you get that out of my hair? You don’t have to act as if I’m going to bite you if you get too close.”

Vector’s lips twitched and he started to work on getting the blood out, tearing a piece of shirt off to do so. He needed to get it out of there before it dried, otherwise they’d need either magic or some kind of proper soap to get rid of it, and he doubted Mizael would want to put up with that.

“I think that should do it,” he said at last. He did what he could not to think a great deal about how close he was to Mizael and how much he enjoyed being close to Mizael. He wanted him; he’d known that since their first adventure together. He’d wondered at times if he’d get what he wanted if he had to take this long way around.

So being so close to Mizael, and Mizael agreeing to let him do things for him, wasn’t something he was all that used to.

The sun drew closer to the horizon, darkness falling softly all around, as the two of them made their way back to the tavern.

“We should’ve noticed something,” Mizael grumbled. “It’s a little too far from t here.” He indicated the closest village with a jerk of his head. “Most taverns are in the middle of town.”

Vector shrugged. “The rain.” He hadn’t liked the storm then and he didn’t like it now. Well, he liked it a bit more because it had moved on, even if it were too late for them to leave already.

Mizael surveyed the tavern and shook his head. “Unless we plan to move them all out of there, they’re staying in there for the night. And so are we.”

“We are?” Vector turned to stare at him, not entirely certain that he’d heard that correctly. “Why?”

“Because this tavern might be the only one around here, which means some of the locals could be involved in this.”

The smile on Mizael’s face reminded Vector that this man not only belonged to the forest and the wild creatures thereof, but his truest companion was a dragon.

Vector liked that.

“If they try anything, we’ll be there to explain to them not to.”

Vector liked the sound of that, too.

“You have some good ideas now and then,” Vector praised. Mizael said nothing for a few moments, his gaze thoughtful and distant.

Then he tilted his head back and spoke a single word that echoed into the night.

“Jinlong.”

Sudden cold sweat leaped into existence up and down Vector’s back. He didn’t dare move, though. Mizael would want to know where he was going, and he didn’t want to say anything about how much he disliked the giant dragon, who swept down from the skies and perched himself in front of Mizael.

“Yes?”

Vector couldn’t hear what Mizael said, and from the accents he could pick up, he wouldn’t have understood it if he did. He knew two or three languages, but the language of dragons wasn’t one of them.

Jinlong rumbled back at Mizael, eyes shifting over to Vector, who stared back at him. He didn’t like the dragon, he didn’t trust the dragon, and he wanted nothing at all to do with the dragon.

But he also dared not show fear of the dragon. He waited for Mizael to finish, admiring the slope of his shoulders, the freshly scrubbed gleam of his skin, and the way the sun set Mizael’s hair off so beautifully. He could gaze at such a view forever…

Then Jinlong spread his wings and leaped back into the air, vanishing out of sight in a matter of moments. Mizael came back closer to Vector, a pleased smile on his lips;.

“So what was that about?” Vector wanted to know as they started back to the tavern.

“I wanted him to know he shouldn’t eat you tomorrow. Or any other day.”

Vector blinked a few times at that. “I didn’t know that was something you had to remind him of.” He didn’t think he liked hearing that, either.

“I don’t. But I suspect he might need a reminder in the near future.”

Vector hadn’t fully wrapped his mind around what Mizael said, until the other caught his arm and met his eyes.

“You’ve been trying to court me.” Mizael said. Vector frowned; why bring this up now? But he nodded and the ranger continued. “For the moment, I accept your courtship gifts, with the acknowledgment that this isn’t a permanent mating, and either of us can end it at any time, for any reason whatsoever.”

Again that took some time for Vector to process. Then the side of his mouth quirked.

“So, friends with benefits?”

Mizael sniffed at that. “I wasn’t aware that we were friends.”

“So, just benefits.”

A long, heart-felt sigh fell from Mizael’s lips. “If you’d rather not take this seriously...”

“I do.” Vector reached to take Mizael’s hand in his own. “I’ve never courted anyone before. If you want to just… entertain each other, that’s fine.”

So far as Vector truly cared, he would decide when they no longer shared a bed, and that would be when he got bored with Mizael. As attractive as he was, he couldn’t imagine losing interest any time soon, especially since there was so much else to learn once this relationship achieved a level of intimacy. But there wasn’t any way he would tell Mizael that. He could have more fun with him like that.

He tightened his hold on Mizael’s hand, and Mizael returned the grip before looking into his eyes. For a few moments they stood there like that, then Vector leaned forward and pressed his lips against Mizael’s, thoroughly enjoying the sweet taste and the way Mizael returned it, their arms sliding around one another.

A soft, startled cough came from the tavern and both of them turned to look, arms still entwined about one another. Gilag stood in the door, rubbing his eyes, staring at them.

He stood there, staring at both of them, then turned and marched back inside, closing the door behind him. His voice floated through, clear as if he hadn’t done that.

“I didn’t see anything.”

Vector chuckled, still entwined around Mizael and not inclined to move at all. “Because there’s hardly anything to see.” He shot a quick look back into those lovely blue eyes of Mizael’s. “Whenever you’d like to change that...” In his opinion, that couldn’t come too soon at all.

The side of Mizael’s mouth lifted up into an amused twitch. “Not here. And not if they’re waking up.”

Vector started to pout; they’d already begun so nicely and now Mizael wanted to be prudish about it?

“It would be much more comfortable in a proper bed,” Mizael pointed out, much to Vector’s minor relief – and still annoyance, since he should’ve thought of that first. “And with the proper supplies.”

Oh. Right.

He sighed and made himself step away from that lovely embrace. “All right.” They’d probably reach a suitable bed the next night anyway. He could wait that long. Even though he didn’t really want to.

Mizael stepped briskly into the tavern itself, Vector by his side. What first met their eyes was Gilag, checking the small fireplace, and the rest of their team still sound asleep.

“How are you feeling?” Mizael wanted to know.

“Still a little sleepy, but I’ll get over it.” Gilag shrugged as he picked the kettle there up and headed for a half-hidden back door, emptying it into what was probably some sort of trash pile. “Since they’re out of it,” he said as he came back in, “looks like I’m going to have to put together some kind of a dinner.”

Mizael nodded, glancing around at the poorly stocked supplies on display. The former tavern keeper clearly specialized only in what could be drunk, none of which any of them trusted anymore.

“I think we have some things I can cook in the supplies,” Gilag muttered, heading out that way to check. He didn’t seem to be avoiding them, but he was also not exactly looking at either of them either.

Mizael checked on the group again, hints of concern that Vector didn’t find all that appealing in his eyes. He said nothing, though. He might’ve won Mizael – to some extent – but the other wouldn’t stop caring about other people. How annoying.

At least, he reflected as he made rounds around the room, this meant that Mizael would also care about him. And the idea of what the others would do when they woke up and found out what happened amused Vector quite a bit. He imagined so many scenarios where they simply stood, jaws hanging, while Vector thoroughly and intensely kissed Mizael and Mizael kissed him, and then matters turned to far more than just kissing…

“I don’t think they’ll wake up until later tonight. Maybe not until tomorrow.” Mizael broke into his fantasies without warning. Vector bit off a sigh and headed over to him.

“But they’ll be all right?” Gilag asked as he entered, bags of their supplies in his arms. Mizael nodded.

“As near as I can tell. I don’t know enough about healing or drugs to judge anything else.”

Gilag nodded himself. “Well, Ponta and I know a little bit about that, and as far as I can tell, they’re just asleep.”

Vector lounged himself against the nearest wall. “So that gives us tonight all to ourselves.” He wasn’t looking at Gilag, who hurried over to get dinner going and muttered something about sleeping outside with Ponta and the horses.

That suited Vector just fine.

To Be Continued

Notes: The actual intimacy will happen in chapter four.

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