#need to draw them makeout while covered in blood next

[iizuumi]

At least get cleaned up first!!

[random-fandom1]

I saw some post Civil War Stony fan art and suddenly I'm inspired so heres some headcanons

Peter is Stonys child and is 21 when CW happens

Tony and Steve have been happily married for close to 10 years, dating 6 years before marriage.

Steve adopted Peter when he was 6 and Peter has seen him as his pops since well before that

Stony started to have fights after TWS, Steve wanting to hunt for his best friend and Tony wanting him to stay safe at home with them

Steve runs away so Peter automatically takes Tonys side because he's heartbroken that his pops left them for a his best friend, a man that Peter definitely isn't dating

Peter and Bucky have been secretly dating since they met briefly in TWS. Theyve been meeting in dark alleys, going on picnic dates out of state and are madly in love. When Steve started his mission to find Bucky, they decided that it would be best to go long distance.

Steve tries to write to Peter but he gets ignored

In Berlin, Steve sees Peter on the other team and a tear falls from his eyes, this makes the whole airport silent for a minute

Bucky had almost the same reaction, he instead had happy tears. Finally seeing his boy after so many months

Bucky and Sam are assigned to keep Peter safe, so they distract him in the airport instead of in the actual battle

Bucky gets tackled to the ground by Peter, who in turn straddles the older. Realising their familiar positioning, Peter blushes scarlet while Bucky smirks and rolls his hips up a bit

Sam comes around the corner and breaks it up a few seconds later by telling red wing to fly and knock Peter down

Steve and Tony are more brutal, both heartbroken but in love. They have a full on scuffle, fists, repulsers and shield flying everywhere

They get broken up when Scott comes and picks Tony up

Peter gets the upper hand with the boys. Sam is covered in webs while Bucky only had one arm trapped. He still lies there like a dramatic idiot he is.

Steve corners Peter after getting away from Tony.

"Pete..." Steve starts, going in for a hug just to be rejected by Peter turning away and crossing his arms like a child

Peter so caught up in the new flood of emotions starts to blabber on without thinking, tears streaming down his face. His anger gets the better of him and he says "How could you do this? How could you just leave me, and dad, and aunt Nat and - and -. Why did you do it? James wouldn't have wanted th..." He shuts up realising his mistake

"How did you knows Bucks name was James Pete?"

"I - um. I researched him, yeah I researched him. But why did you do it pops? Don't you love us, love me?" Steve's about to retort but Peter continues "Dad's been crying himself to sleep everynight, and he briefly started drinking again in the first month. Hes scary when he's drunk pops, he was screaming and throwing stuff, then crying the next second. He wouldn't ever hurt me, I know, But I thought he might of. Pops, you've been my dad for as long as I remeber and I miss you and you were practically like my mama that I never had, so much better. Until you left. Just like her. She never loved me and she left, so I guess you never loved me either, not enough to stick around at least. Dad's going to go next, then my boys going to go, then everyone else and I'm going to be alone. Pops, why did you have to leave?" Peter was full on crying his eyes out now, and Steve's got tears of his own rolling down his cheeks.

Steve pulls him into his embrace and spots Tony watching them from afar, looking just as heartbroken as Peter, and probably Steve. Steve takes a big breath in to steady his voice "Listen Petey, - wait, did you say you had a boyfriend? How come you never told me you had a boy Peter, I'm so proud of yo - never mind, we'll talk about that later. Petey, I never wanted this to happen. And I didn't ever want to leave you. You are my son, and even though its not in blood, you always will be. I never, ever wanted you to be dragged into this mess, I just had to do what I thought was right. And I am so honoured that you see me like that Pete, your biological mother, well, she missed out. She missed having such a great son, and I'm not going to be like her. I'm going to make things right, don't worry. But right now, I'm going to finish what I started. I'm going to help my best mate. And I know youd do the same for Ned, MJ, Shuri or Yelena so let me do this. Ill be back with you in no time because, I really love you Pete" Steve places a kiss on Peters temple before squeezing him one last time.

Steve tries to let go, but Peter clings on. And Steve stays. He stays for as long as it takes for Peter to let go. Both have tear marked faces when it is time to go. "You go finish waht you started Pops and come back to us, quickly. I love you too"

With that Peter squeezes Steve and swings back to where the two other teams continue to fight.

The fight dies down when Bucky and Steve run for the plane, they go to the other wintersoldiers where Tony meets them.

The second Steve and Tonys eyes meet, it's like a rope draws them towards the otherand they meet in the middle. A silent apology is shared between them, both saying everything they needed to in their eyes. Then for the first time in months, they share a kiss

Bucky stands there awkwardly while they makeout

When they get back to America, Bucky makes it his mission to find Peter. And when they do, they're greeting is almost just as magical as Stonys.

ALMOST

Peter opens the door to his penthouse one morning, hair a mess, sleep in his eyes and baggy pajamas. Lips find his instantly, and Peter dosent know who's kissing him so Bucky end up with a black eye

Bucky says he saw it in a film and it looked romantic

Turns out it wasn't a film they later found out, it was porno he found while searching through Clints computer

He did get his romantic kiss though, it was just after half an hour of apologies, frozen peas and a cup of tea

They all lived happily ever after

The end

[zamoimagines]

Nadja As a Girlfriend (Headcanons)

A/N: here’s my first Nadja thing! if ya’ll want more then please let me know! it’s a little short, but I hope ya like it!

*✧･ﾟokay when Nadja is in love she is OBSESSED

*✧･ﾟ I mean, we saw how she was with Jeff

*✧･ﾟ but you’re definitely different. Jeff was just a guy, a love toy if you will. 

*✧･ﾟ You, on the other hand, are Nadja’s absolute world 

*✧･ﾟ I mean we’re talking love for Lazlo but x100000000000

*✧･ﾟ she just values women a lot more (for obvious reasons)

*✧･ﾟ She has this persona for being the baddest bitch around that will cut you, but you make her go completely soft 

*✧･ﾟ She’d always have you over, it’s like you live there part time

*✧･ﾟ Always takes you to house meetings

*✧･ﾟ Always insists that you sit directly next to her, or on her lap, or she’ll sit on your lap, anything that’s close

*✧･ﾟ She follows you around like a puppy dude it’s the cutest shit 

*✧･ﾟ Lazlo even starts getting jealous and trying to impress her like “My darling! look at the sculpture I’ve made of you!” and makes this big grand thing for her 

*✧･ﾟ in which she replies “yes, yes, that’s nice. Did you see the drawing that Y/N did for me?? Isn’t it just a masterpiece!” and she shows him a stick figure you drew for her 

*✧･ﾟShe loves going on nightly strolls with you and genuinely spending time with you

*✧･ﾟ Loves to play with your hair constantly. She’s always running her fingers through it, or petting your head, or twirling little pieces of it 

*✧･ﾟ Loves inhaling your scent, but not for food, it’s just a genuine romantic thing she likes doing

*✧･ﾟ She even keeps one of your shirts in her coffin so that she can have a little piece of you while she’s sleeping (it helps when she can’t sleep bc she’s missing you too much)

*✧･ﾟ if you ever spend the night and she wakes up to find you asleep, she will most definitely climb into the spare bed with you and cuddle you until you wake up and even hums little tunes for you 

*✧･ﾟ or if she knows you need your sleep, she’ll get three blankets and tuck you in and just like watch you while you’re dreaming bc she wants to make sure you stay safe 

*✧･ﾟ btw she is a huge cuddle fan and is constantly hugging you/touching you in some way

*✧･ﾟ this bitch is always looking for excuses to cuddle you bro

*✧･ﾟ Nadja is definitely a verse, but her favorite is when she can be on top of you and show you all of the love she has for you

*✧･ﾟ this kinky bitch let me tell you

*✧･ﾟ your sex life with her is definitely not boring, i mean this bitch is willing to try ANYTHING

*✧･ﾟ huge fan of giving oral, using different toys, into BDSM, but also can give you cute passionate sex, so much versatility with this woman

*✧･ﾟ any time one of the men of the house insults you or tries to make fun of you, she curses at them and chases them like “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY??? NO, GET BACK HERE SO I CAN RIP YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR NECK!”

*✧･ﾟ clingy af but you don’t mind it bc that shit is ADORABLE

*✧･ﾟ when you have to go to work or you can’t come over or something, she gets depressed and whines about how much she misses you

*✧･ﾟ but it’s cute whenever you show up unexpectedly or in general bc the mood instantly changes 

*✧･ﾟ she runs into your arms and covers you in kisses and hugs

*✧･ﾟ like complete shift from “I don’t know if I’ll ever feel better... I’ll just settle for my husband” to “My darling!!!! You’re here!!!! Lazlo, get off of me, I don’t need you now”

*✧･ﾟ always telling you stories about her village and different adventures she’s been on bc you’re always so genuinely interested in everything she’s ever done

*✧･ﾟ likes to read to you when she has down time 

*✧･ﾟ loves pressing her nose to yours gently

*✧･ﾟ always holding your hand and resting her head on your shoulder this affectionate baby

*✧･ﾟ loves giving you hugs from behind and whispering cute things in your ear 

*✧･ﾟ also loves random makeout sessions and we’re talking anywhere

*✧･ﾟ you figure the guys would be creepy whenever ya’ll kiss, but no they get annoyed and grossed out (specifically Guillermo and Nandor)

*✧･ﾟ“Get a room, that is disgusting to see! We’re in the middle of a house meeting... Fucking guys.” Nandor hates ya’ll

*✧･ﾟ you do any minor thing and Nadja brags about it to everyone like

*✧･ﾟ “Everyone! Look at my darling Y/N, she’s reading a book! Look how smart she is!!!” or “Y/N brushed her teeth again today, she’s amazing!”

*✧･ﾟ Plans adorable dates for the two of you, whether they be at home or out and about 

*✧･ﾟ Out dates usually consist of taking you to a live show since she loves the arts, or simply taking you out to the movies, at some point she hella wants the two of you to take a painting class together or go dancing somewhere 

*✧���ﾟ She even tries to take up cooking so she can feed you herself (though let’s be real she’s an awful cook, it’s the sentiment that counts)

*✧･ﾟ like you come over one night and she’s like “Look my darling! I have made you a roasted chicken!” and it’s literally a whole chicken, feathers and eyeballs still intact, it’s just been burnt to an absolute crisp but her eyes light up when you show your appreciation that it’s too fuckin cute (please don’t eat her cooking I beg of you)

*✧･ﾟ Always showering you with gifts, from little knick knacks like furs of an animal she accidentally killed to big lavish gifts such as ancient jewelry 

*✧･ﾟ constantly getting out older more extravagant dresses to wear so that she can impress you

*✧･ﾟ You get her a phone so she can text you but she’s awful at it, constantly sending you accidental selfies and taking pictures of everything around the house to show you what she’s up to, you also have to teach her not to use all caps with her texts  

*✧･ﾟ if you’re sad or someone upset you, the world better be ready for her wrath because she will destroy anything and anyone that has made her baby cry, let’s get that clear 

*✧･ﾟ seriously someone gave you the wrong sandwich at mcdonalds one night and the next day you saw that the restaurant was completely closed bc apparently someone was very badly injured and there was blood all over the building 

*✧･ﾟ and when you confront her about it all she can say is “well hopefully they’ll get my love the right order next time”

*✧･ﾟ Gets you a gorgeous ring for you to wear as a symbol of your commitment to each other 

*✧･ﾟ She always constantly hints at turning you and really wants to, but she always wants to make sure it’s something you want and hella respects whatever decision you end up making 

*✧･ﾟShe doesn’t care if you’re a human or a vampire, all that matters to her is that she has you and she’s able to show you her unconditional love every day

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

A Disasterous Loaf-Life

“Bread”

@weweregoddesses​

Pairings: Romantic Dukexiety

TWs: Swearing, Remus being Remus, Sexual Innuendos, Phallic Shaped Bread Creatures, some angst but not too much, Pretty Brief Heated Makeout, mentions of a parasite that affects humans, Implied Sexual Activities Post Fic End (no actual sex tho),

Summary: Two Pining Dumbasses Make Bread.

(This is so long I just got super carried away)

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“Remus, is there a reason you’ve kneaded your dough into the shape of an ass?”

Virgil watched with a fond sigh as the man next to him proudly stood over the booty bread he’d lovingly crafted over the last ten minutes. 

“Not really,”, Remus cackled, raising his hands, “Except for this!”, and with that, he brought down his hands in a flurry of obscene slaps to the fake rear. Virgil maintained his composure for all of a minute before he had to physically restrain his snickering. 

God dammit, this fucking guy! Thirteen years and Remus was still the one person who could make him laugh like the world wasn’t watching. 

“Well, when you’re finishing pulverising your Glutenous Maximus, are you gonna finally tell me what you’re actually shaping your loaf into this time?”, Virgil snarked affectionately. 

Remus rolled his eyes; his emo dork was spending far too much time with Patton lately. 

“Same as the last time we did this, duuuh.”, he retorted, as if that were common knowledge.

Virgil’s eyes widened, “.... You’re not serious.”

“As serious as Naegleria Fowleri.”

“.. as what?!”

“Y’know, that fucked up brain eating amoeba that they found in that one Disney water park-”

“NEVERMIND!”, Virgil hastily shook the thought away as he tended to his own dough, “Don’t tell me, I’ll have nightmares for weeks...”

The hoodie clad mad looked Remus up and down as he folded his own purple dyed dough, “.... Are you really going to attempt the Cocktopus again? Seriously?”

Remus shrugged, already forming the eight ‘tentacles’ in stunningly graphic detail, “Why not? You’re making purple bread again, why don’t I do the same?”

Well, he had him there. Really, Virgil had gone to make his bread purple without even thinking about it. Perhaps just being next to Remus after all this time had subconsciously brought him back to that same summer day they’d spent in the kitchen side by side making bread together. Virgil could hear his mother’s old junkbox of a radio blaring Redbone’s Come and Get Your Love while he and Remus slung flour at each other and danced about in their socks trying not to slip. 

Being back in the same house - now passed down to him - making bread once again with Remus brought back so many memories and emotions. Most of them good, though as he looked over to the man he still loved absolutely going to town on his bread sculpting, Virgil couldn’t help but remember how much guilt he still harboured; he’d never expected Remus to kiss him out of the blue back then, but Virgil also hadn’t expected to silently run off to his room to calm down, only to find Remus had left. 

Not just his home, but his life. Virgil hadn’t wanted to face Remus, unsure of how to handle his feelings, but seeing the moving sign on the Duke family’s front lawn that next week as he watched the moving van leave just that little bit too quickly for Virgil to say goodbye had plagued his mind more often than he cared to admit. 

A gross, gooey wetness on his cheek hauled him back to the present, only to realise Remus had finished a surprisingly glorious cocktopus and had slathered some of the egg wash on his cheek.

“Earth to Tickle-Me-Emo, you good??”

Virgil would’ve socked him in the arm if Remus’ concerned smile didn’t send his heart racing too hard to consider it. He wiped the mixture off his cheek, only mumbling back at Remus as he formed his purple mix into little loafs, “I’m fine, just stop covering my face in slimy shit.”

“..... Okay, now I know something’s up. You never leave me room for innuendos like that.”

Not even waiting to clean the residual flour off of his hand, Remus softly reached out and Virgil anxiously awaited the touch on his cheek. 

But it never came.

He watched as Remus seemed to course correct and he used his thumb to draw a line down his forehead, whispering, “Simbaaaaa-”

“Okay, fuck ooooff!”, Virgil had snorted, fondly swatting at Remus.

“Come on, Virge! You looked like you were gonna blow a blood vessel, how could I not diffuse the tension a little?”, Remus snickered, though the silence that followed wasn’t so comfortable somehow. Virgil struggled to place it until he noticed Remus’ expression falter. He didn’t get the chance to ask what was wrong before Remus spoke up, 

“This was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

A cold jolt shuddered along Virgil’s spine, rattling each vertebrae as it went.

“What’re you-”

“Why’d you invite me over, Virge?”

Truthfully, Virgil knew exactly why he had invited Remus from the outset; he wanted to see him again, drown in his presence, hopefully find out that he was single and still just as in love with Virgil after all these years as he was with Remus. But once Remus was there, single and right in front of him, he’d panicked - what else was new? - and resorted to turning their meeting into a catching up between old friends. 

But people who are just friends don’t dream about being held by their friend at night, don’t fantasize about a future together, don’t lay awake at night regretting not having just taken the chance to be more when they had it.

They also don’t stare at their friend’s gorgeous toned body every chance they get, but that felt a little too pathetic to admit on top of everything else.

Virgil wasn’t aware of how quiet he’d been until Remus spoke again, “Here I am, thinking maybe you might want me back in your life for good, maybe even like me back if I was lucky....”, Remus paused forlornly, an expression that didn’t suit him in the slightest, “But even now you’re still anxious around me. Which, I mean, I get it. Why would you like me back after I just kissed you out of the blue like that-”

“But why would you want me-?!”

His voice wasn’t meant to come out so high pitched and whiny, but Virgil was more focused on trying to process what Remus had just said. Remus liked him still. After all this time. And yet, Virgil’s brain was still trying to ruin it.

“Remus, you… look at you!”, he gestured to all of him, “You’re still a fucking weirdo but you’re stupidly hot!”

Virgil kicked himself mentally, his hands raking through his hair and nails scraping his scalp, “Ugh, no! I mean! Fuck, Remus, I’ve been in love with you all this time! I haven’t even LOOKED at another guy in these last thirteen years, because whenever I even think about finding someone to settle down with, the only goddamn thing I can think about is how much I only want you-!”

The clattering of a knocked over kitchen table was the only warning Virgil got. Then all he could focus on was Remus’ arms wrapping around him, his breath cool against his neck. 

“Then why’d you never tell me, you asshole?!”, Remus murmured against him. 

Virgil wondered if he imagined the soft noise of relief Remus let out as Virgil hugged him. 

“Because I’m the worst-”

“No.”, Remus cut him off, pulling back a little to give him an unimpressed look.

“No-?”

“No. Try again.”

Ah. It’d been years since Remus took this approach with him. 

“,... Because I’m stupid-”

“Try agaaain.”, Remus droned, prodding one of the little purple loafs Virgil had lovingly been shaping from a circular loaf into a spider before all of this began.

“Dude, don’t poke my spiders-”

“Or what?”

Virgil narrowed his eyes, unable to stop the quirk of a grin, “Don’t you dare-”

Remus narrowed his gaze, grinning as he plunged a finger into another spider loaf. Virgil tried to stop him all the while Remus cackled and kept dotting them with holes. Finally, Virgil conceded, 

“Fine! I was scared, okay-?!”

The silence hung heavier than both men anticipated. Virgil would’ve found Remus stopping dead with his finger shoved into the spider loaf’s ass hilarious if he wasn’t too busy shaking with nerves. 

“I was scared.”, he repeated, quietly dropping onto one of the chairs around the table, “I liked you so much back then too, but emotions are the fucking worst when you’re a kid and I was still trying to work shit out.”

The scooting of a chair let Virgil know Remus had sat down too. 

“My anxiety just got worse the longer I couldn’t see you, but every time I thought about facing you, I just kept thinking “well, he deserves better anyway-!””

Sick of hearing Virgil self deprecating further, Remus all but hauled Virgil into his lap, their faces inches from touching, eye contact unbreaking.

“Virge,”, Remus purred barely above a whisper, “I mean this in the nicest way possible..” 

The way their lips brushed over each other send shockwaves along Virgil’s spine, “But shut the fuck up.”

The scrawnier man didn’t need to be told twice. The second Remus’ lips pressed against his own, Virgil had no intention of breaking the contact until he needed air. Not that he’d mind suffocation if it was Remus’ lips doing the smothering. His left hand threaded itself in Remus’ hair while the right held onto his firm bicep. Fucking hell, Remus had never been this solid when they were kids. Since when did real, unphotoshopped people have muscles like these-!?

All of a sudden, Virgil couldn’t care less as Remus’ hands caressed his hips, earning a gasp Remus was more than willing to use to deepen their kiss. He got no complaints from Virgil who reciprocated the intensity of their kiss with no hesitation. It’d already cost him thirteen years with the man he loved, Virgil wasn’t about to hold himself back anymore. 

…. Okay maybe he should have held back a little.

A surge of panic jolted him free of the makeout headspace when he felt himself tipping back. Right, they were on one of the kitchen chairs. A chair meant to only support one person. Thankfully, Remus noticed and leant back. Instead of Virgil toppling to the floor, he wound up on top of Remus on the floor, hissing as his knees made contact with the tiles. 

“Fucking hell-! Oh shit, Remus, you okay-?!”

Remus groaned and scrunched his eyes at the pain. Virgil immediately feared that Remus had done himself a serious injury, however the man he was using as a seat cracked an eye open and sighed theatrically,

“Well, at least I’m gonna die with a raging boner.”

Virgil sighed. He was fine. 

“Come on, let’s get these dumb loaves in the oven and then you can be horny all you want-“

Remus didn’t waste a second. He barely gave Virgil a second to get off of him before he was up on his feet. A gasp made Virgil take a break from dusting flour off of himself.

“MY COCKTOPUS!!! IT’S DEAD!!!!”

Well, that’s not a phrase you hear everyday. Sure enough, when Virgil followed Remus’ gaze, the poor phallic sea demon he’d constructed had deflated somewhat; it’s many ‘’tentacles’’ had fallen over and flattened while the head of the beast was beginning to sag. Virgil was about to tell Remus to leave it be when he noted how genuinely upset Remus was.

Sighing, Virgil rolled his hoodie sleeves up to his elbows once more, “Alright, you can fix it, and THEN we’re making up for lost time..”

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... I have no excuses for this one, the idea came and I ran with it.

Special thanks to the ever wonderful and talented @accidental-sanders​ for helping flesh out this whole thing with me <3 Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account   @cateye-glasses   @fandomsofrandom @patton-cake @does-this-look-logicality-to-you @justalittlecorrupted @irritating-lady-knight @katlikethesword 

[sweetestlamb]

Teenage Dream - All I want for Christmas is You. (Part 1)

Summary: Gang-tae gives Mun-yeong the Christmas she deserves.

Author Note: Wow. Writing IOTNBO again feels surreal honestly. This is for anyone who was waiting for me to write them again, hi I hope you like part 1 but this is my Christmas gift to @truccieeboo​ who regularly tells me that I am awesome and that I can write whenever I want to and I owe no one anything. I already know that of course but it’s so nice to hear that thought echoed by someone else. I’m happy to be back, hi guys!! It has been a busy week but I tried my best to get something out for you to read, there is so much more that I have planned and so I will be breaking it up into parts. 

He hadn't realized it but every moment of their miraculous relationship- he'd been holding his breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for Mun Yeong to realize that she was dating a complete and utter nerd. But instead he's consistently greeted by a warm smile and her slight body being flung into his arms.

She doesn't get tired of him and months fly by, the happiest months of his life and suddenly it's Christmas week and he's smiling down at her beautiful face as she hangs off him like a limpet, convinced she's his ultimate gift. They should both be in class but he'd went to the bathroom only to run into her in the hallway, she'd walked over immediately her strut filled with confidence and purpose before redirecting him.

He'd almost tripped over his own feet as she bodily shoved him into a closet he'd never noticed in the hall before.

"Woah where are we going?" He asked over his shoulder as she rolled her eyes and shushed him, pinching his butt and then smirking at his affronted squeal.

"I've been walking around forever trying to accidentally run into you. I'm going to take advantage of this." Her eyes twinkle as he stares with a gaped mouth, it has been a while since their last makeout session and he's just as frustrated as Mun Yeong is. Christmas is always busy for his family with his mother decorating every inch of their humble home, not taking no for an answer.

Sang-tae always swindled his way out of working by complaining about fatigue from work while poking out a tongue when their mom wasn't looking. Leaving most of the heavy lifting to Gang-tae himself, literally their box of ornaments and lights made his arms strain.

He reaches out to gently palm Mun Yeong's face, looking deeply into her eyes.

"I missed you." He breathes out, heart growing three times larger as she smiles until her eyes disappear into perfect crescents. He's only ever seen that particular smile directed at him.

"You're such a sap." She snuggles in closer to him, actions contradicting her words. He holds her tighter, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her shampoo.

She gently sways in his arms, fingers swirling aimlessly on his broadening back. She's told him many times how he makes her feel small, contrarily she makes him feel huge. Like he's important and worth her time.

Again those words are on the tip of his tongue. He can feel them right there, bursting to come out. But fear cripples him and he pushes them back down into an abyss, locking them away with a key.

Next time.

"Okay. We've been nice, can we be naughty now?"

"Wha--"

His reply is interrupted by her tongue in his mouth, latching on to his shoulder she tugs him down slanting her head to delve deeper into his mouth. Fire sears through his skin as she twists her fingers into his thick hair, scratching achingly at his scalp. Driven solely by primal desire he snatches her up, his hands cupping the meat under her ass dragging her up the length of his body.

Without preamble she wraps her legs around his waist, her heat sweltering through the thin material of their uniform. When he slides his hands under her skirt he almost drops her when he meets nothing but bare skin. Bare smooth skin.

Ripping their lips apart he stares at her with blown out pupils.

"Where is....what- I. Mun Yeong."

She only smiles at his whine. Dragging his hand back under her skirt.

"I've been a naughty girl huh? What are you going to do about it?" Heat washes over him at her purposeful words, he'd come unexpectedly at her calling herself a bad girl once and that had been it, she was relentless finding every possible way to milk his kink -her words- and torture him.

He surges at her, sliding his tongue into her simultaneously as his fingers sink into her velvety wet heat. He's forced to swallow her loud gasps as she seductively squirms in his arms.

"Gang-tae, more." She demands.

She's already so wet it's obscenely easy to sink another finger alongside the first, stretching her tight walls.

It takes him a few seconds to realize that she's trying to speak to him, twisting away from his lips. Finally he lets her go, panting into her neck as he thrusts into her over and over and over again. Wet noises ringing in his ears and tightening his pants until his cock is painfully pressing into his zipper.

"Gang-tae, I want you to fuck me."

Those inflammatory words engulf him in an inferno of arousal and hormones, his dick hardening so fast that all the remaining blood in his brain rushes to his groin and he sways unsteadily on his feet. He has to tighten his grip as to not drop her and the feline grin she shoots his way coyly informs him that she knows exactly the reaction those words had on him.

“Do you want to, hmm? Right here in the closet? You’ll probably have to cover my mouth I’ll probably scream because it’ll feel so go--”

His hand slams into her mouth cutting off her ability to render him anymore useless. He glares weakly at her, blaming himself for letting himself be caught off guard this way.

“I’m not going to....do that with you in a closet.” He blushes at her raised eyebrow at his hesitance to use the same vulgar words that she did. She giggles at him, rubbing his cheeks like he’s a much younger child. He balks at the treatment, his penis thoroughly confused.

“You can curse Gang-tae, I won’t tell anyone. You won’t fuck me in a closet? What if I want it though? What if I beg you to turn me around and fuck me so hard that my teeth rattle?”

His dick jumps painfully onboard with every word of filth dripping from her mouth and she snatches his hand bringing it back under her skirt pressing his index finger against her sopping wet core and he tenses as his finger slides in and  then he hears the worst thing possible, a voice right outside and a familiar one to boot.

“Where the hell did he go now and why did I have to look for him? I’m not his keeper.” Jae-su grumbles sounding far too close to them for his liking and he whips his head to tell Mun-yeong they need to be extremely quiet, to not be caught. Before he can get a word out she lifts herself up and grinds back onto his finger, a loud whimper falling from her bitten lips and echoing in the small room. He holds his breath hoping his meddlesome friend missed that but he hears the grumbling stop and the footsteps lurk back to their hidden location and he waits with bated breath.

A second passes by, Mun-yeong tries the move again but he is holding her hip with an ironclad grip placing her back on her feet much to her disappointment.

He almost releases a sigh of relief.

But then Jae-su calls out, “Moon Gang-tae? Are you in there, what are you doing?”

He has no planning of answering, has no feasible way of explaining his circumstance to his best friend right now. He’d been seduced completely, losing his wit and control, if Jae-su had not appeared there’s no telling what he would be doing.

Fucking Mun-yeong until her teeth rattle, his brain supplies.

He silences the voice.

Despite their lack of response Jae-su does not leave, instead the doorknob begins to rattle and then twist and too little too late he tries to stop the metal from being turned.

Suddenly he’s face to face with his friend of ten years, Jae-su’s eye bulging as he takes in the scene, a glance over to the temptress reveals that she is as calm and cool as a cucumber smiling serenely at being caught red-handed per se.

Jae-su speaks first, “What are.....why are you two in here?”

“I was trying to get Gang-tae to fuc--”

“Mun-yeong!”

He shouts her name looking at her in disbelief, her forwardness is one of the things he lo-likes about her but this level of honesty is not necessary right now. But when he looks over at his best friend the fiery rouge on his cheeks reveals this interruption did very little to conceal what they were doing in the closet. He shrinks in embarrassment his own cheeks pinking in commiseration.

“I don’t wanna know! I’m leaving don’t say anything more, you’re both such perverts!” Jae-su runs away from them looking comically horrified, stopping once down the hallway to glare at them before disappearing completely.

“Well...want to continue where we left off?” Mun-yeong drawls easily, rubbing circles into his arms.

He stares credulously at her, only for her to shrug and reply, “What? I’m horny and we were just getting to the good part.”

He shakes his head in decline, staring at her deep in her eyes.

“I already told you, I’m not doing that with you here. You deserve way more than a quick....fuck in a closet. When we have sex I want to remember everything, I want to take my time and enjoy every second.”

This time she is the only whose eyes glaze over, breath hitching as color explodes across her gorgeous face. He almost ravishes her right then and there, her palpable arousal calling to him like a siren’s call.

“You promise?”

She sticks her little pinky out, wiggling it at him and he wraps his larger pinky around her own weaving their promise.

“Now let’s seal it.” She commands, already tugging him into a kiss. Their lips slap together, the sound of their mooch ringing in his ears.

As she draws away, he halts her with a hand on her hip.

“You only seal promises like that with me right?”

She tilts her head in question first before comprehension washes over her features and a devilish glint flashes in her eyes.

Winking at him and twisting out of his hold, she dances away.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She teases. He hopes she’s teasing. Jealousy sears in his body and it must show on his face because she practically cackles at him and runs away now, laughing all the way.

“See you later Gang-tae, think about me.” She demands, waving at him with her fingers as she disappears around the corner.

As if he has a choice, he stares down at his erection sending a mental apology to it as he actually goes to the bathroom. Today is turning out to be an exhausting day.

There are more heated makeout sessions in various parts of the school, he can no longer look much of the student body in the eyes but when he has Mun-yeong squirming and panting in his arms. all rationale goes out the window. His mother demands that he leave his bedroom door ajar after the last time she caught them “studying”, in his defense he did invite Mun-yeong over to study. Who knows how they ended up lip tangled on the bed with hands in provocative places, claiming possession didn’t seem to win his any favors with his seething mother. Now whenever his girlfriend is over, his mother finds any reason to check on them, even going as far as to send Sang-tae in to supervise them, it is beyond infantilizing.

Sang-tae commonly barges in, exclaiming, “Hey! I’m here to make sure you babies don’t make any new babies.” With a shit-eating grin on his lips as he obnoxiously sits in between them, beaming smile splattered on his face.

So it goes without saying that he too is horny beyond belief.

Which is how he finds himself searching for Mun-yeong in the halls, but to no avail and no replies to his messages.

He hasn’t heard from her all day, he realizes and worry overrides his desire as he pulls out his phone sending her another message.

Are you in school?

He looks at the screen awaiting her response but nothing comes, the message is marked delivered but not yet read.

He sends another message, Are you okay? Just like the first message, his second is felt unread and unanswered and he walks the all too familiar route to her locker, not sure what he is hoping to find.

Unfortunately his missing girlfriend does not magically appear however he finds the next best thing, her closest friend.

Seung-Jae is leaning against the locker in question, concern etched across her expressive face that is mostly eyes. She has her phone pressed to her ears and he can hear the tiny ringing through the phone as the operator recites that the person she is dialing is unable to get to the phone.

She sighs, head falling towards the ground. He clears his throat finally garnering her attention. Her head snaps up and instantly a smile breaks across her face.

“You!” She all but screams and he steps back taken off guard by her intensity.

He blinks owlishly, “Me?”

“Mun-yeong is absent today. She will be absent tomorrow too if we don’t stop her.”

This grabs his attention, he has no intention of not seeing his girlfriend for that long, his heart can’t take it.

“Why? Is she sick, is something wrong with her?” He replies, checking his phone once more and grunting when there is still no reply.

“She’s not going to reply. You have to go see her. Today. She’s going to try to lock you out but you need to be persistent okay? Don’t be your usual nice polite self unless you’ll never get in.”

His head is swimming from the information and her words do nothing to untangle the web of confusion but before he can prod her for more answers she is already ambling off, with a wave over her shoulder.

“I’m counting on you Moon. Don’t mess this up.”

He stands in shock, rubbing the back of his neck. He can’t walk home with Jae-su today.

Getting up to Mun-yeong’s lavish apartment is simple enough with security seeing him enough to register that he is with her. He still has to sign in but the whole ordeal is far less intimidating than it was all those months ago. He almost feels like he belongs. The marble walls of the elevator do a pretty decent job of swatting that feeling down.  

The ease of his entrance is squandered by Mun-yeong’s refusal to let him in her apartment.

“Mun-yeong? It’s me Gang-tae”

No response.

“Mun-yeong I know you’re there. I can see the lights, please let me in.” At his evidence of her presence the lights are suddenly shut off.

“Well now I know for a fact that you’re home. Open the door. Mun-yeong, open the door.”

“”It’s that time of the year. It’s impossible to get to her, just leave her alone and she will come out when she wants to. She always like this around Christmas.” He jumps at the sudden voice behind him, whipping around to the sunken face of Mun-yeong’s driver and adoptive father, Sang-in.

“Why? Why does she hate Christmas?”

“Why do you like it?”

Immediately he thinks of his mother and his brother and freshly baked cookies and decorations and then it clicks for him.

Mun-yeong doesn’t have any of that, she’s all alone in her beautiful prison.

“Exactly. Her parents never come, they hire people to decorate and Mun-yeong hides away for a few days until she’s ready to face the world again.”

It shatters his heart that this is her normal. So much so that everyone seems to know about this occurrence, Sang-in explaining it to him as if he’s reading the weather report.

“I can drive you to your house. Don’t worry, I will keep her company. I know how to handle her.”

Gang-tae feels his skin bristle at those words, no one can handle his Mun-yeong.  He stands taller, making his decision.

“Call my phone.”

Sang-in looks puzzled at his sudden request looking at him, as if he’s lost his mind and hell, maybe he has but there’s no way he’s leaving Mun-yeong to wallow in her sadness, not alone. She has him now, she never has to be alone ever again.

“Call my phone.” He repeats harder, and finally the man sighs pulling out his phone and following directions.

The all too familiar jingle of his phone rings out loudly and Gang-tae answers it just as loudly, “Oh Ju-ri? You want me to meet you where? What time?

He has to jump back to avoid being hit by the door that bursts open, a seething Mun-yeong on the other side. She snatches the phone from his hand finger set to hang up before she sees the name on the screen, Mun-yeong and a little symbol of a car.

He smiles innocently at the sharp glare she sends first his way and then to her driver who sputters out some nonsense about parking illegally and needing to move his car. Neither one of them acknowledge his departure.

“Go away. I don’t want company right now.”

“That’s too bad. I miss you.” He answers as he pushes his way past her, she attempts to stop him but it is futile and he closes the door behind him.

It takes a second for his sight to adjust to the darkness of her apartment but when it does he sees the destruction that lays around them, broken glasses and tinsel and Christmas decorations littering the floor. It looks like Christmas threw up on the floor.

He ignores that all and takes her hand. She doesn’t fight him, just stares back blankly at him. Looking as small and lost as she did on her birthday, the first time he saw her like this.

“Mun-yeong. Let’s go.”

Then she reacts, “No. I don’t want to go with you. Just leave. This is what I deserve.”

He squeezes her hand tighter, refusing to let those words settle in the air. “No you don’t , you deserve to be loved. You deserve everything Mun-yeong. Don’t shut me out, please.”

She rips her hand viciously from his grip, hissing like a viper.

“No! I let you confuse you, this is what I deserve. I don’t get to be happy, I should be alone. I don’t need anyone. I’ve been alone my whole life. I was an idiot to think that this would work. You’ll never understand me with your perfect family, why would you want to be with someone as broken as me?

Tears pool in his eyes as he listens to her berate herself, the pain is transparent on her face. The wound from her parent’s abandonment raw and throbbing.

“I hate them! I hate them! Why do they hire decorators? Why remind me that it’s Christmas when I’ll spend it alone,? Why give birth to me if they knew that I would be a burden?!” She is a tempest now, rushing to the perfectly decorated tree in the corner by large gleaming glass windows and he watches with tears streaming down his face as she shoves the tree to the ground, the delicate glass bulbs shattering with the impact.

Then she sinks to the ground as well, shoulders shaking up and down rapidly.

It’s not how he planned it but as he watches her fall apart, all his fears and hesitations fall out the window, there are more important things right now.

“I love you.”

She turns to look at him like he has two heads, her eyes large and wet. Tears aching to fall.

“What?”

“I love you Mun-yeong.”

“....And you realized that right now?” She eyes all disaster all around her.

Now she is crying and he can’t decipher her feelings at all. She is glaring at him as she hiccups on the ground.

“I don’t like you. Why can’t you ever do as you’re told?”

He moves closer to her, bending at the knee until they’re eye level.

“Spend Christmas with me?” He pleads and she simply looks at him before collapsing into his chest. She sniffles into his collar, gripping at the lapels of his uniform before whispering her reply, “I’m scared. Gang-tae I’m scared.”

He has never cared for Christmas, it’s a chance to spend time with his family but nothing too serious, nothing he has ever made plans for. He has always been happy to follow his mother’s lead on everything, but as he stares down at Mun-yeong shaking in his arms, the most precious thing that he has ever had. He makes a silent promise that he will make this year different, this will be a Christmas that she never forgets.

I want to make her happy.

[ourdreamsrealized]

Chapter One: To Love a Hero

Chapter: 1 | 2

A/N: So...while creating the cover for this short fanfiction, I accidentally made a cover that would be perfect for a gladiator!Thor series, so that’s probably going to be happening somewhere down the line. Fair warning. This one is set in the Marvel universe and will be using it’s timeline. I’m really excited because I love this man, and he deserves the love because I don’t think he gets enough. This first part is just the beginning, so bear with me, the romance and sex will come shortly. I will also probably be updating this on a weekly basis (trying to be realistic) though I will aim for it to be updated more often. However, this is a short fanfiction, and I planned only five chapters, each being 2000+ words. I hope you guys enjoy.

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Thor Odinson (God of Thunder) x Reader

Synopsis: When you meet Thor for the first time, he’s a happy-go-lucky hero in need of your help, but as more chance meetings happen and a relationship begins to blossom between the two of you, you begin to realize that there is a lot more to this amazing man than meets the eye.

Inspired by @champion-ofthe-sun‘s post: { x }.

Rated: PG

Warnings: Alien Invasion & Light Gore

The first time you met Thor was during the Battle of New York City.

You were in your last year of college, working towards graduating with a Bachelors in Science of Nursing and a minor in mythology. Now, one would wonder how the two fit together, and the truth of the matter was they did not. You enjoyed being a nurse, caring for people and learning about the human body, but mythology, particularly Norse mythology, had intrigued you since you were a young girl. Stories of King Odin’s conquests, his children, and the people of Asgard were things you treasured, and each time you re-read one of the ancient tales, you discovered something new.

Minoring in mythology also gave you the chance to meet many different people, as many different majors decided to take classes in the field. You had made a few good friends in these classes, and it just so happened that one of them had an apartment in the city. Classes were winding down, and the lot of you only had a few finals, none really worth worrying too much over, so you all decided to stay in the city for a long weekend.

The apartment was gorgeous, a penthouse suite, which your friend whose family owned the place, had failed to mention. Needless to say, you spent most of your time while in the place trying to keep it clean.

You were one of the first to arrive, your last class being Wednesday, May 2nd, so you headed into the city after it, car already packed. You settled in, bought some groceries from a local farmer’s market, and made yourself some dinner. Heather and Jamie, who came earlier in the day, left a note for you on the counter, letting you know that the small room in the back was yours for the weekend and that they were going to be out for the evening.

Knowing Heather, she wouldn’t be back the next day. Her boyfriend lived in the city, so she would probably spend most of her time with him.

Honestly, you and Heather weren’t really close, so you didn’t really mind her absence. Jamie was the one who offered to share her family’s place with you, and she was much less moody. She was your closest friend in the group; she was a very go-with-the-flow kind of gal, and you loved her to pieces for it.

Thursday brought one of your other mythology friends, Anna. She was similar to Jamie in a lot of ways, so the three of you had a lot of fun staying in and watching a few movies.

Friday started normally; well, as normal as a day could be for a college girl staying in a New York City penthouse. You went out after sleeping in to get some more groceries from that farmer’s market, and you also did some window shopping. You had asked if Jamie and Anna wanted to join you, but Jamie liked to sleep in well passed twelve while Anna wanted to use the time to study a bit for her upcoming exams.

So, you were wandering down the street by yourself, making your way towards the farmer’s market, your hands on the faux leather strap of your satchel, when the skies opened up.

You paused, eyes fixed on the spectacle above you. A high-pitched cry came from the hole above Stark’s tower, and you watched with bated breath as figures entered New York City from the sky. Around you, people who had also frozen in the middle of their day-to-day lives, began to run, some screaming as they did. Others asked questions, wondering what was going on.

“It’s the end of the world!” Someone exclaimed, making many others scatter.

You? For some reason, you could not will yourself to move. Your mind was racing, trying to figure out if this was real or some weird dream you were experiencing a little too thoroughly.

“Look! It’s Iron Man!”

You turned your head, seeing that it was indeed him, flying around up there and blasting whatever those creatures were out of the air. But some still got through, despite his best efforts, and blue blasts hit the streets, turning over cars, causing explosions and fires.

And they were close. Too close.

You forced yourself from your spot, taking off with many others to avoid the destruction. You took cover under a table at a nearby café, and others had the same idea, including a couple of waiters and hungry patrons. Cabs stopped nearby, their occupants joining you or fleeing into the alleyways between buildings.

One particular blast had you gasping for air, dust and rubble flying around you. You coughed, quickly moving to cover your mouth with your forearm.

An agonized scream from the table next to you had you opening your eyes, trying to makeout the figure. The man was on his back, holding his leg to his chest, blood oozing out between his fingers.

Without much thought about it, you crawled over to him, grateful that you had worn jeans despite the warmth of the day, and put a hand on a shoulder. “What happened?”

“Glass...from a cab window,” he hissed between clenched teeth. He grunted, shifting his leg a bit for you to look at it better.

You lifted his hands from the appendage, studying the wound as it came into view. Luckily, it was a rather large piece of glass that was lodged, making it easier for you to pull it out carefully rather than go looking for a knife to help you cut it out. Tears streamed down his dirt-stained face as you quickly pulled the jagged piece from his skin and put it off to the side. You then took out the travel-sized alcohol rub that you always carried in your purse. You put some on your hands, ignoring a loud crash that came from beside you. “This is going to sting...a lot,” you quickly explained before squirting some of the clear liquid on a tissue from your bag.

You blotted the wound, the man sucking in a breath as he squeezed his eyes tight. You handed him some more tissues, asking him to keep pressure on it. “You’re going to need stitches…”

He nodded, swallowing thickly, “Thanks…”

You gave him a small smile, then turned at the sound of thunder, your eyes moving to the sky to see...a man?

He was lofty, with broad shoulders and thick arms, and his armor made him appear even more intimidating. A hammer was in his right hand, his large fingers wrapped around a string on its handle as he slowly descended. When his feet touched the ground, he caught the weapon, electric blue eyes finding yours. “Are you alright?”

His deep voice took you by surprise for some reason. Of course, you expected him to have a baritone, considering his formidable appearance, but not quite this...smooth?

“Who are you?” you found yourself asking instead of answering. You stood slowly, dusting yourself off.

“I am Thor, Son of Odin.” His lips curved into a proud smirk as he said this, while you were still trying to process who he claimed to be.

Thor? As in, the god of thunder? You have read many of his stories, known of his stubbornness and prowess. But this man could not be him, could he?

Well, he did look like he just stepped out of a viking movie, with the plates of metal that covered his muscular form and his long, golden locks. Your stare moved to the hammer in his hand. It did appear as Mjolnir did in many drawings you had studied of the legendary weapon.

“And who are you?” he asked, stepping towards you.

“I’m Y/N,” you answered, blinking as he wrapped an arm about your waist. “Um...what are you doing?”

“I saw you give aid to that man. I could use your skill with others,” was the explanation you got before shooting up into the air.

A yelp escaped your lips as you frantically clawed at him, eventually managing to hold onto his neck, your face buried into his chest, which shook with a low chuckle. You glared up at him, but it did not clear the amused look from his face. “You are angry? I thought you would have been freaking out by now.”

He brought up an excellent point, but you just saw a bunch of weird, alien-looking things come from a large hole in the sky. Now a very attractive man, claiming to be a god, was flying with you in his arms? Things could be worse for you.

“Who said I’m not freaking out?” you asked, peering up at him and earning you another hearty laugh.

Moments later, the two of you were on the pavement again, and you realized just how you had taken having your feet planted firmly on the ground for granted.

This part of the city had seen a worse attack, and you saw a child and a woman, you assumed to be his mother, hiding behind a parked cab, with various superficial cuts on their faces, all bleeding a bit.

“I will go find more victims and bring them to you,” Thor stated, getting ready to take off again, but you stopped him.

“You shouldn’t bring them to me. A hospital would be better. I can only do so much with a purell bottle and a travel pack of tissues.”

Thor considered your words for a moment before nodding, “Alright. Then I shall bring you with me for emergency purposes.”

“As I said--”

“But what if you could lessen the damage?”

His question had you swallowing whatever words you were originally going to say because, frankly, he did have a point. It might be better for you to stabilize or at least make it easier for some of these people to travel to a hospital.

“Alright,” you nodded before turning to the mother and child.

After removing a few shards of glass and cleaning them up a bit, Thor took you to a few other places in the surrounding area. He also would leave you for a few moments, taking very serious cases to the nearby hospital, before zooming back to your side.

“It is over,” he remarked after one longer trip, his eyes on the now spotless, blue sky above Stark tower. He turned to you, taking your hand in his and leaning down to brush his soft lips against your knuckles. “Thank you, Y/N. Your help is greatly appreciated.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his heartfelt comments. “It was no trouble, but how about I take a look at your shoulder before you get going?”

His brows rose high on his forehead as he straightened. “How did you…?”

“You are favoring your left side.”

Thor smiled sheepishly. “You’re quite observant, a good trait for a healer, but I must go. I have to take my brother home to Asgard.”

“Brother?” As far as you knew, Thor had no blood brothers…

“Loki,” he replied, lifting his hammer. “He is the cause of this.”

The God of Mischief? Well, considering his history, you supposed the god would have some issues. Honestly, you had always felt bad for him, considering how Odin would treat him sometimes.

“Ok. At least have someone look at it,” you said, glancing at his shoulder.

His smile was pure sunlight. “I will.” His thumb caressed the back of your hand before he let go of it. “Thank you, again. I won’t forget how you have helped this day.” And those were his last words to you before he disappeared.

You fisted the hand he had held, trying to calm your fast-beating heart, before taking your phone from your satchel’s back pocket. After such a disaster, you had several calls to make, but everytime you mentioned Thor to the person on the other end, you were unable to fight the sudden curve to your lips.

It would take you years to realize that the feeling was the beginnings of love.

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The Weakest One

250 Sweeps Ago | Lleios the First | Troll Wales

Tw worms but not gory at all. Minor tooth harm but nothing too detailed. Mostly just tw one mentioned makeout with something no one should put their mouth on. 

Lleios stretched every inch of their body, cracking every bone and simulated joint. They rolled out of bed (how nice to not have to sleep in slime, as trolls did) and sprung to their feet, jade eyes bright, short hair sticking up at the ends.

Their cottage was small, quaint, a bit messy at the moment, and most importantly out of the way from where their siblings might come looking. They put a pot of coffee on, and got some blood out of the fridge - ooh, that’d gotten a bit congealed, ych a fi.

Such a wordy way to express disgust; they loved it. Their chosen culture this century was one the empire had worked to suppress, and they thought it an awful loss. They hadn’t been around here much in - oh, they couldn’t remember, not without their memory hives on hand, but at least seven or eight hundred sweeps, and this place had been besieged and looted long before that.

They had toyed with the idea of trying to revive some of the things the trolls here had lost or only partially remembered - but mom would be hopping mad. No interference. Don’t draw the empire’s attention, not with so few of them left.

And whose fucking fault was that?

Forget it. No use getting their spirits down this early in the night. Not with who they were going to see.

They mixed and downed hot coffee and blood, feeling the contented curl of their worms within, and went to get dressed.

They adjusted their bow tie in the mirror, the pattern red stripes zigzagging over yellow. Exactly the sort of garish thing that would annoy their dear paramour - did he count as a paramour? They hadn’t totally eliminated eating him at some point, but it wasn’t overall appealing.

He was fun. More than fun; he was smart, and they hadn’t wheedled all his plans out of him yet. Everyone got boring at some point, but they felt like it would be a good while with him yet.

Rhyssa had always thought their dalliances beyond sex were cute but mystifying, since she either ate or at least heavily drained her partners and then moved on. Lleios understood that in principle, but felt it was a bit tacky and also wasteful. Sure, some trolls were barely more than walking blood, but not all of them.

They whistled as they fetched their cane, a handsomely carved thing of mahogany with twining golden worms around it. Ostentatious? Certainly, but it was fun to twirl around.

So odd, how some trolls actually needed them to walk. They couldn’t fathom the drudgery of being stuck in a body you could only somewhat change, and if broken, some things could never be fixed. How did trolls not go mad?

Then again, maybe that explained a lot.

The scuttlebuggy ride was rough, but they spent most of it staring out the window anyway at the rolling green hills. Absolutely beautiful. They’d have to describe it for mom next time they went down...even if she seemed less and less interested these nights.

Once she had hungered for her children’s tales of the outside world as much as the blood they had brought her. Once they had all worked to carve scenes of their triumphs and her worship, and she had moved in her slow way around the cavern, thanking them all for the souvenirs and stories they’d brought back to her.

Stupid; hadn’t they just thought of how useless it was to dwell on the past? They’d chided Rhyssa for it enough. Inshii would look down their nose at them if they could see, colorful fins waving slowly in disapproval.

Gallen would understand, at least, even if he didn’t agree. Their silent brother always did, wrapping one of his wide arms around them, isopods circling protectively around their worms.

Pity he was so uselessly passive.

Ugh, what was wrong with them tonight?

Well, that’s what their sort of-boyfriend was for - hard to be depressive when he was such a grump that it was impossible to not poke fun at him.

They arrived soon enough and hopped out, waving a goodbye with their cane as the scuttlebuggy made its way onward.

Then they turned to the hive a short walk away that only avoided being shabby because clearly someone had a drone come fix it up once in a while, but it was drab and small, with only two floors and what counted as a porch if someone squinted hard. It looked more like it belonged to a bronze or a yellow than a jade.

Jade! Their chosen caste for a long time now. Jadebloods were fun. The closest to the mother grub, and mother grubs were pitiable wrecks, but fascinating ones. Such incomplete, flawed creatures - yet they produced endless spawn to do their bidding. Spawn that destroyed other spawn, as if there weren’t enough things on this planet doing that already.

They kicked the door open as they arrived, swinging their cane with a leg stuck out.

“Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime boooo -“

They barely ducked a large rock that sailed over their horns and out the door, the whoosh of its passing ruffling their hair slightly.

“Rhomox, was I really going to let myself get clocked by that? A sad attack. You’ve plum let me down! Where’s the pizazz? Where’s the - “

A second rock hit them directly in the mouth, breaking their long needlelike fangs before they gurgled and spat it out. It clattered on the wooden floor.

“Now thatsh jusht rude.” They declared, sounding as delicately offended as someone who could barely speak was able. Yet they were already repairing the damage and in a minute their mouth was whole again, fangs grown back and scraped skin smooth as they pouted.

The man standing several feet away raised his eyebrows.

“You can school me on manners, creature?”

Rhomox Vannyn had a face that was not naturally blank, but one dedicated to a starched lack of expression Lleios had no doubt was the work of many sweeps in the caverns trying to not get himself in yet more trouble. Damned silly places had something against men, for whatever reason.

As if being a chap was the jade’s biggest issue, when in fact it was the stick implanted in his wastechute.

He wasn’t handsome, but it was clear he didn’t care and that was more attractive anyway.

“Yes.” They purred. “It’s called don’t do that again or I’ll rip up all your papers and scatter the pieces in your recuperacoon. That’s our lesson for tonight, may it live long in your auriculars. Just because I can heal doesn’t mean you aren’t a total ass.”

The total ass did not react to this comment except to turn, his long wavy ponytail swinging, and go sit on his somewhat worn green couch. It was olive, not jade, which Lleios had complained about many times as being very much not feng shui, and which equally as many times Rhomox had said they were welcome to gouge their eyes out if they didn’t want to look at it.

Lleios leaned their cane neatly against the wall next to the coat stand, and then launched themself through the air to hit the couch and slide down it, then pick themself up into a sitting position as the other troll rolled his eyes, then paused.

“Your tie is hideous.”

They broke into a wide grin, plucking at the offending clothing article.

“Is it! Mercy me. What did it ever do to you, chum? Squash some eggs? Turn the slurry sour?”

“It’s as hideous as you are.” He deadpanned.

The drinker cackled. “Well, that doesn’t keep you from the heavy ma - ”

The shorter man put his hand over their mouth and they could have easily sucked his blood, but no, it was more fun to plonk their head in his lap instead with his hand still on, stretching out across the couch with their lanky limbs.

They did poke his palm with their tongue and he snatched his hand away, shaking it as if it was burned. Such pageantry. As if they hadn’t explored each other’s mouths in detail.

“I have to say, Rhomox, dwtty - you put on such an act of disgust and degradation, which is cute and all, but I know full well you’re as hungry as I am. Do you hate that you want it? I’ve seen trolls into so many more odder things in my time that I look positively mundane next to them. There is no limit to what your people won’t lust after, I swear.”

He took out a book, put it on their face, and started reading it.

“You can’t dodge the question forever!” Came the monster’s muffled voice. “Indulge me, you lobbed a chunk of granite in my beautiful face. Or was that granite? Feldspar maybe? I do feel pain, you know. Just not as much as you, you squishy thing.”

A minute of silence passed and their genial expression under the book cover became an irate one. Goddamn him, he knew how to play them. They could extend it, be spiteful back at him, but that was so dull and he would still be winning.

Ah, wait, they knew.

They let themself out, worms wriggling from under the skin, causing it to go a bit slack as they exited. They directed them to wriggle down across the floor, unnoticed, around the back of the couch, piling up and then clutching the jade’s throat in a heaving thick mass extending down his chest as he struggled.

They delicately took his book off their face and put it aside on a pretty little glass table, and then sat up. A smug smile graced their angular face, a smile with an edge to it as they sat on his lap.

“Oh, Rhomox. You think you can ignore me.”

They leaned in close, needle teeth clicking near his mouth as his eyes gazed at them with anger and while he tried not to show it, fear.

“But I know you only bother trying because you’re obsessed.” They whispered, winking as if dispensing a great secret.

A long knife sprouted from their throat and whoops they hadn’t bound his hands, had they? A shaking dark gray one twisted the blade in further. Ow. He’d split apart some worms.

They let him go, more annoyed at themself for being forgetful than anything as their worms came back in. They plucked the knife out, examining it.

“Oh, this is old. Wait - this was mine! That was my name, about mmm, two hundred sweeps back? Why Rho, is this my apology gift? I have to say it almost makes up for you being such a terrific jackanape. I’d forgotten about stabby here, and we had such good times.”

That was their thief gang phase if they recalled correctly, right before -

Oh.

“Do you know?” They said softly, the only time their voice had lacked any levity since coming over.

The jade looked at them with sheer disdain, but nodded.

“They died and we did nothing.” The drinker murmured. “I thought if I told her, she would work it out, talk to them...but all it got me was being spared the punishment. All it got me was jealousy.”

Mom had praised them for their loyalty. She’d curled a wing around them, and she never did that anymore, not for hundreds of sweeps, when once they and their siblings had slept all piled together in her feathers.

All while the other three glared holes in them as she spat out what she would take away for their failure.

“You act like you can care.”

“They were my siblings.” Said the worm monster, quietly but with an edge. “Not like a clown’s. Real siblings, Rhomox. Not a night goes by where I don’t miss them. Even if the others don’t.”

The jade scientist raised his eyebrows, a brazen show of curiosity from him.

They grabbed their cane from the wall, passing it back and forth in their hands, running their fingers over the golden worms.

“Don’t you wonder why I don’t tell them about you, my dear? They’d be jealous. They’d find it insufferable that I spend so much time with someone who isn’t them. They dismiss me; oh they don’t say it, but I know they think I’m weak. I have no stingers, no armor, no wings. They think I’m helpless without my troll shape, and they hate me for being spared what they went through.”

The drinker paused, ears flattened.

“Why worry what they think?”

Lleios blinked at Rhomox’s voice - dry, disapproving, but not mocking. He was genuinely confused.

Trolls. They’d never understand family. But maybe it was better that way.

“Because they’re all I have.” Said the worm monster simply. “We’re all any of us have, aside from mom. All trolls will die. But we will be here when the oldest fuchsia withers. We always come back.”

It was not triumph or arrogance that colored their last sentence. Instead it was a weary resignation of endless sweeps weighing down someone very, very tired.

They pasted a smile back into their face.

“Anyway! What study are you doing today? Still figuring out how to breed your mimics?”

He nodded.

He’d make fun of them later, Rhomox would, but he wouldn’t make fun of them now. He’d learned after a couple of worm restraint incidents, and while he’d resented it at the time they wanted to believe he’d come to understand. People called them an unfeeling monster, but their troll companion was so much more detached.

No one was better than a troll at not caring about others, even their own kind.

But then, he would be so easy and boring if he was different.

They reached out with hand and worm alike to put an arm around his shoulders and he swatted them, but Lleios just let out more to wrap him up and spin him toward them, right toward their face, only inches apart now.

“How about I...help.”

There it was, that look of eagerness, of disbelief at what he wanted, especially when they split open their face to show more worms.

But he went for it as he always did, and there was no talking after that for a good long while.