#ponder the orb and see what answers come forth

[magicmarkerz]

made a mark s gif but he sped up and i cant fix it i didnt even make him do that he just did that when i went to export him

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH HE'S SO HAPPY HE'S DANCING!!!!!!!!!!!!

[taetaespeaches]

“When I say I love you forever, that’s what I mean.”

yoongi x reader (oc)

genre: fluff; smut (just barely at the end)

word count: 2.8K

a/n: Hi lovelies! It’s Yoongi day!!!! This is the night Yoongi starts working on People for his mixtape and he and Kid/reader have a long conversation about life, people, and the meaning of everything. Idek if the conversations make full sense but that’s kind of what I like about them, these two are just bullshitting and getting to know each other even more and I think it’s sweet. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, and thanks for reading! :))

And happy birthday to our favorite honey boy 🍯💛

Seated on Yoongi’s studio couch, your eyes scanned over the words of the paperback novel in your hands as the sounds of the beats from the man’s computer started and stopped at random, filling the room with evidence of his genius and artistry. As you turned the page, the man sat back against his chair with a small huff, your gaze lifting from the book to your boyfriend.

You waited a moment, seeing if he was going to initiate conversation or if he was simply taking a quick moment to himself. However, when his head turned to peer behind him, sneaking a glance at you, you couldn’t help the upward curve of your lips.

“Hey,” he chuckled lightly, your smile growing.

“What’s up, Honey Boy?”

He appeared bashful, as if he was embarrassed and almost guilty for interrupting your reading. Lowering the book to the cushion next to you, holding your place with your finger, you cocked your head.

“Would you mind giving this a listen real quick?” He asked shyly, your eyes widening in slight surprise. Yoongi asking for your opinion on his music wasn’t new or even rare, but the tentativeness in his demeanor certainly was. The man could be bashful when sharing his work, but rarely hesitant.

Nodding at him, he sat back up and pressed play on the track. It was different than anything he’d ever shown you before, the slow melodic flow of the song, paired with interesting xylophone-type of sound, immediately capturing you. Your eyebrows pulling together as you listened, a focus overtaking you.

It was just the instrumental, but it felt comforting; calming.

“This is from,” he thought out loud, “2016 probably.”

“It’s amazing, Yoon,” you complimented sincerely. “I’m actually kind of offended you’ve had this all this time just hiding in your hard drive,” you teased with a smile, Yoongi chuckling as he spun his chair around to face you.

“You think I should use it for the mixtape?” He asked, already knowing he should, but seeking your opinion anyway.

“Definitely,” you told him as you lifted the book, only to fold the corner of the page down. Dropping the novel onto the couch, you stood and easily approached the man, his gaze following you intently as you neared him. Leaning against his desk, Yoongi spun in his chair so he continued to face you. “It’s really good.”

Giving you a single appreciative nod, he held back a grin. “Thank you,” he whispered, the shyness in his gratitude adorable, making you smile. “I love your smile,” he told you suddenly, a small breathy chuckle escaping your lips.

“Thanks,” you told him quickly, trying to brush over the compliment, feeling bashful under his gaze. You both simply stared at one another, both of your minds trying to decipher each other’s expressions.

“What is it?” Yoongi asked you, clueless as to what was going on in your mind, but knowing there was something weighing on it.

With a small sigh, you flashed him a small smile. “Do you think I’m a good person?” You asked him, the man’s eyebrows pulling together.

“I do,” he replied simply, though his expression remained the same. “Why?”

“I saw an old friend today,” you told him as you lifted yourself onto the desk so you were seated atop it, your feet dangling above the floor.

Yoongi’s eyebrows raised in curiosity, his hands coming to rest on your knees.  

“She’s changed so much, I barely recognized her,” you continued. “We used to be so close in school and now, it’s like I hardly know her,” you told him, the fragility of your voice apparent to your own ears, so you knew Yoongi heard it too. “She has a baby I had no idea about.”

Yoongi stared at you thoughtfully, locking his eyes with yours, a rare occurrence for him. “Why is that making you concerned about your goodness as a person?”

“I just-” you paused thoughtfully. “I let that relationship fade away. You know, I was the one who stopped communicating, I was the one who cancelled plans, I just pulled away and withdrew.”

“That doesn’t make you bad, that makes you human,” he informed you, his thumbs soothing along the insides of your thighs, just above your knee caps. “People change.”

Nodding in understanding, you directed a small tight smile at him. “You know, as happy as I am with my life and the people in it,” you scrunched your nose, poking his hand with your finger to emphasize his important role among those people, Yoongi letting a small smile grace his features, “I feel nostalgic for something,” you finished. Lifting his hand from your leg, he wrapped it around your own hand, holding it comfortingly in his grasp. His palm was as warm as his considerate gaze, and you realized for the hundredth time that Yoongi was warmth embodied. “Does everyone feel like this or is there something wrong with me?” You scoffed lightly at yourself.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” He teased, making a small giggle leave your lips as you softly jerked your knee up to bump his arm in light-hearted complaint. “I can’t speak for everyone, but sometimes I think I miss the person I was before,” he looked around the studio, “you know, all this,” he admitted, referring to his career.

Leaning toward him, you listened intently, your orbs scanning his features as he pondered over the thoughts within his mind.

“Maybe not even the person, but the life,” he elaborated, you humming in understanding.

“Do you find that it was a simpler time?” You asked, intrigued by his words.

“Not so much simpler but just different, I guess,” he thought out loud. “It feels like I sacrificed the ordinary for the extraordinary,” he added, latching his gaze onto your legs as you stared down at him. “And now the ordinary becomes extraordinary,” he said, lowering his chin to your knees as his fingers picked at the fraying around the hole in your jeans.

Your free hand that wasn’t being held by his found its way to his hair, your fingers digging into his soft strands.

“I sound ungrateful,” he chuckled dryly against your legs, you shaking your head despite him not seeing it, his eyes still glued to the hole in your clothing.

“No, just human,” you spoke up. “It’s natural to long for those realities that belong to some but not to us,” you assured him, the man rotating his face so his cheek rested against your leg, his orbs gazing up at you.

“People dream of having my life though,” he mumbled, his lips slightly pouted making him look precious despite the negative thoughts swirling around his head and leaving that adorable pout. “And here I am just wishing I could walk down the street without a care in the world,” he smiled a bit. “Am I even a good person? I feel greedy.”

Brushing your fingers through his hair, you pouted, watching him for a moment before responding. “I’m biased, but I think you are.”

“You sure?” He quipped, a teasing glint in his eyes that made you smile as a breathy chuckle left your lips.  

“You’re a good person, Yoongi, I won’t have you thinking otherwise,” you insisted with a glare, Yoongi’s lips curving into a grin in response.

“My life isn’t any more special than anyone else’s,” he suddenly decided. “Just different.”

Nodding at him, you agreed. “You’re just a person.” Yoongi’s eyebrows raised, preparing to tease you for the lackluster conclusion, your mouth already shaping into a knowing smile. “But my favorite person,” you added. “So that’s something.”

Placing a kiss to your jean adorned knee, he grinned. “It’s everything.”

“I think it has meaning,” you noted, your and Yoongi’s conversation taking several different paths throughout the past forty-five minutes or so. You were now talking about the meaning of life, and whether there was a meaning at all. “I just don’t know what,” you added with a shy smile.

Yoongi’s gummy grin beamed up at you as he squeezed your thigh playfully. “I go back and forth. Like, we’re here by chance, right? Maybe life is no deeper than that,” he explained, you nodding in understanding. “But also, I found music and BTS, and here I am with you, and all of that feels meaningful,” he added thoughtfully.

“Do you believe in fate?” You questioned curiously.

“Maybe,” he responded, his voice sliding up slightly in pitch.

“I find myself thinking that same thing. Like maybe we don’t have a purpose as living beings except to just, be here, and live. And maybe it’s the people we know and the experiences we have that give it all meaning,” you thought aloud, Yoongi humming as he peered up at you.

“Yeah, I like that,” he settled with a small close-mouthed smile that pushed his fluffy cheeks up adorably. Moving your hand from his hair, you poked his cheek, Yoongi giving you a feigned grimace in reply.

“Ok, so question for you,” you started, Yoongi’s eyes widening in anticipation. “If your life wasn’t so extraordinary, what would you do?”

“Like, without the fame?” He asked.

“Yeah, let’s say for a day, no one knew who Min Yoongi, Suga, Agust D was, what would you do?” You asked with a small smile, feeling giddy to hear his answer.  

“I would take you out on the most normal run of the mill date,” he answered easily.

“That’s what you’d do?!” You asked in disbelief, Yoongi smiling cutely. “What like to the movies?”

“To the movies and to dinner and to get ice cream and we’d walk around Seoul without a care in the world about who could see us,” he grinned.

“We’ve done all those things though,” you pointed out.

“I mean, yeah, we have our spots that feel safe, and we venture out on occasion, but we could go anywhere without the stress of being seen,” he explained. “No worries, just us.”

Flashing him a fond smile, you pushed his hair off his forehead gently. “I didn’t realize you had so much stress when we go out,” you noted, a softness evident in your tone.

“I’m just- hyperaware,” he clarified.

“Would you hold my hand in the street, Honey Boy?” You asked with a wide grin, Yoongi chuckling at you.

“I wouldn’t let go of your hand,” he told you, his thumb running along the side of your hand as he spoke the words. “You know what else I would do?” He asked happily.

“What?” You whispered through your beaming grin.

“I’d kiss you in front of everyone,” he returned your smile. “And I’d post a cheesy photo of us on my pubic instagram to brag about how beautiful my girlfriend is.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed, Yoongi giggling as his chin rested on top of your knee.

“It would be nice,” he hummed thoughtfully, as if he was losing himself in a day dream where he could live so carelessly.

Moving your hand to the side of his face, you pulled his attention back to you as you cocked your head at him and smiled at him. “Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older, and we wouldn’t have to wait so long,” you stared to sing playfully, Yoongi dropping his forehead to your knee as he laughed at you.

Sitting back in his chair, he looked back up to you with his gummy grin, his eyes bright and full of adoration. “I love that song,” he noted, you giggling.

“Me too,” you replied in a whisper.

A pause in the conversation took place as Yoongi’s eyes scanned over your features, yours following the movement of his gaze. When his eyes met yours, he slowly pushed his chair away from the desk and stood in front of you, his hands finding your waist as his face hovered close to yours.

Placing a kiss to the side of your mouth, you breathed out slowly, the intimacy between you both blossoming more stunningly than it ever had before.

“I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing over yours as your hands found his neck, your fingers greedily but gently exploring the soft skin of his neck and jaw, grazing over his throat.

“I love you too,” you told him. “Forever.”

Pressing your lips to his, he brought his body as close to yours as he could, wanting you as close as possible. As he deepened the kiss, your mouth moving in synchronization with his own, his hands found the bottom of your shirt.

Tugging up, you removed your hands from him to allow him to pull the clothing from your frame. Dropping the shirt onto the desk next to your bodies, his eyes glanced down at your chest to see the flimsy lace bra. As one of his hands moved behind you to feel your back, sliding down to grasp the top of your ass, he dragged the finger of his opposite hand along the edge of your bra cup.

“What does forever mean?” He suddenly asked in a low timbre, just before pressing a lingering peck to your mouth. “You never know what the future holds,” he said realistically, though his tone was still seductive and light.

“I think the intent behind the word is what matters,” you told him, trailing kisses along his neck, Yoongi tilting his head to the side to allow you more access. “What a person feels when they speak the word.”

“So what do you feel? What do you mean when you say forever?” He questioned, your head raising to look him in the eyes.

Scooting off the desk, you stood in front of Yoongi, your gaze locked on his. “When I say forever,” you started, your hands finding the sides of his face as his held your waist. “I mean it literally. For always, evermore, in this lifetime and the next. Maybe even past lifetimes. The future is unpredictable, but when I say I love you forever, that’s what I mean,” you assured him as the man stared at you with a surety you weren’t sure you’d ever seen from him before.

Leaning in to kiss him again, you began pushing him backward, you both stumbling as he bumped into the chair. Your lips curved upward into the kiss, you both chuckling as you continued your clumsy ministrations.

Finding your way to the couch, you dropped onto it, sliding across it so you could recline, Yoongi standing above you watching you intently. As you stared up at him with a smirk, he shed himself of his shirt. Crawling atop you, your hands grabbed onto his hips, your fingers digging underneath the waistband.

He kissed you passionately, pouring his feelings and emotions into the action, causing you to moan, the sound melting against the man’s mouth, making him smirk. Sitting up on his knees, he undid the zipper on his own jeans before reaching for your own. His eyes left your legs for just a moment as he reached for the book shoved against the back of the sofa.

“This any good?” He asked, you quirking your eyebrow.

“It is, want me to read it to you?” You asked, Yoongi scoffing as he tossed it onto the table, you giggled as he went back to pulling your clothes from your body.

As he removed his clothing, you reached for your bag on the floor next to you, pulling a condom out, Yoongi smirking at you.

Once your clothing was removed, giggles flooding the room as you both struggled to wiggle out of your jeans and your bra flung somewhere across the studio, it was a matter of seconds until his skin was against yours, your body caged by his arms. 

He kissed you passionately, a hand on your waist as his other arm supported his weight over you. Slipping inside you, you groaned out at the sensation, Yoongi breathing lowly at the feeling of you. 

As you clasped a leg around his, your hand grasping at his ass, he placed delicate kisses across you face, giving special attention to your cheeks as he began dragging his hips. 

“I love you,” he whispered before pushing his mouth to yours, swallowing your breaths and whimpers. He moved slowly, savoring every moment of being together, wanting this night to last, forever. 

Your hands clutched his back, clinging to him as he moved in and out of you with a passionate force that had you moaning out near his ear. And he reveled in your sounds, knowing he was the cause, knowing you were his. Forever.

Leaving a kiss to his earlobe, you confessed your love for him once more. And then again. And again.

“Forever,” you repeated, the word coated in intention and meaning. You’d be loving him forever.  

[zodiyack]

Smile

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cuteness?, fluff, swearing, no proofreading

Words: 2,191

Summary: A cold winter’s night gives Tommy inspiration to go for the woman he desires. After all, what gentleman would let a lady walk home in the teeth chattering cold?

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @captivatedbycillianmurphy​, @stydia-4-ever​, @simonsbluee​, @marquelapage​, @stuckysslag​, @darling-i-read-it​, @psychkunox​, @peakyxtommy​, @jenepleurepasbaby​, @thewarriorprincessxo​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​, @fandom-puff​

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist | Cillian Murphy Masterlist

The woman who worked with his family, sitting at the front of the betting shop despite being someone who should never have to see what horrors the Shelbys have. She was the one Tommy dreamt of the few times he’d actually been able to sleep. His heart thundered as he passed her, waving a hand with a kind and welcoming smile, a genuine one at that. His family could tease him all they’d like, but Y/n L/n had stolen Thomas’ heart and he was perfectly fine with that.

However, he wasn’t the best at telling her so. He could talk to her just fine but telling her he fancied her... Y/n was far too innocent. Sure, she wasn’t literally innocent but he couldn’t bear to bring her into the shit-show disguised as “family-business”. The smile she returned to him every time he passed her only reminded him of that.

“Mr. Shelby? You-” His head perked up, expression of deep thought washing away at the sound of her soft voice. Oh, her beautiful voice. It serenaded him without either of the two even realizing it.

“Again, please Y/n, call me Tommy.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he let out a small chuckle, “I promise. Now, what about me?”

“Um... Oh! Yes! You have a visitor. I assume it’s about some Peaky Business so I told them I’d get you.”

Tommy nodded. “Thank you, Y/n.” His eyes had been fixated on her long enough to notice more about her appearance than he had a  The pink on the tip of her nose, the slightest hue of blue on her lips. “Y/n...come here please.”

“Alright...” She did as she was told. A small nervous feeling bounced around in her gut, alarm bells ringing. Tommy was hard to read, but the request scared her more. Ada was the one who got her the job, Tommy was the one who let her keep the job. Was he having second thoughts?

Before another worrying thought could make its way to her head, Tommy swung his coat over Y/n’s shoulders. A little sigh of relief, yet also a gasp of surprise, escaped Y/n’s lips as the coat began to envelope her in its warmth. Caught in the moment, her eyes flicked to Tommy’s, his to hers. They just stared. And yet, neither of them minded.

His face... It was like a Greek god, or an angel maybe? So imperfectly perfect.

That’s what he was.

She thought about his smile, not currently visible, but always on her mind. It looked so handsome, so charming, and, dare she say, pretty. His smile brought hers to her face. Even if it was hiding in the pits of the darkest, deepest, smallest hiding place on a bad day, his own called hers to the surface almost instantly.

The beautiful blue of Tommy’s orbs, like sapphires sparkling in the light that bounced off them or a mad ocean; the rage secretly a symphony as each wave crashed and washed away, a symphony only those who stopped to listen, actually listen, could hear. She had so many words and ways to describe the almost child-like look in his eyes, full of a hidden innocence ironically enough, but a knock at the door tore them away from her before they even reached her mouth.

 “Mr. Shelby? If you and your...uh...friend are done here, I have some business to talk with you.” The man was impatient. Luckily, his scare drew an instant reaction from Y/n. She had hurriedly turned around to face the guest with a flushed expression across her face the moment the door swung open. With her attention elsewhere, she missed the wince the man elicited from Tommy when he called Y/n his “friend”.

“Yes. We’re done. Y/n, you may go back to your work now.” He excused her with the same lift of his lips he’d always given her, only this time, the corners of his mouth were a little higher, a little closer to his eyes. This was progress.

A thin sheet of snow, white as angel’s wings, cloaked Small Heath. The waters were slick with ice. The cold wrapped its arms round Birmingham, Mother Nature hoping to warm her children and herself regardless of her cold skin. It nipped at the tips of noses like she was booping her finger against them in attempt to draw a smile from her shivering children.

Tommy cursed to himself. It felt so much colder than it did at the start of the day- one person on his mind upon the realization. Y/n had left a little prior to Thomas, just like she did every other day. Her reddened nose, her trembling lips as her teeth subtly and silently chattered, her fragile form even more so with her arms wrapped around her and Tommy’s coat in attempt to gain warmth. The images never seemed to leave his brain, especially not when she returned his coat.

He began to walk home, still focused on Y/n. Pondering up a variety of situations, good and bad, he tried to reassure himself. Constant anxiety was not new for Tommy. He worried for his family, for his friends- for Y/n... Too much was on his mind but he couldn’t seem to shake any of it off.

Although he was looking straight ahead- looking where he was going, he wasn’t entirely paying attention. A grunt slipped from his throat as he walked into someone, knocking them over and causing him to stumble. Normally, he’d just tell them to watch it, but as he regained focus on what’s in front of him rather than what’s been bothering him, he paused.

She too was surprised, having literally been knocked off her feet by none other than Thomas fucking Shelby. Her head jerked upwards to see who had walked into her, a similar intensity as Tommy’s. But she softened as well, untensing when his face, those baby blue gems, came into her view. He looked so puzzled, so...guilty.

“Fuck!” He was quick to drop the ground and help her up, checking her for any form of injury. “Are you alright, Y/n?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Are you alright? You look frightened-”

“I wasn’t paying any attention to my surroundings, I must’ve walked right into you. You know I didn’t mean for that to happen, love? It was purely on accident. Is there any way I can make it up to you? Anything at all?”

“Tommy. It’s alright.” The way she said his name was comforting. Her voice was soothing as usual. Her hand came to his upper arm, a relaxed and friendly grip. She gave him a squeeze, letting him know she meant it, that she was serious. “But, before I answer your second question, please, answer mine.”

Thomas was ready to ignore her, lips already parting to ask her again, but the sincerity of her concerned demeanor crumbled the facade he’d put up. He released a heavy sigh, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “I’m just- ...worried.” It took a lot for him to admit some things, but the feeling of relief that surged through him after he told her...it felt like she took the burden from his shoulders.

“About what?”

He looked around for a minute and then suddenly stopped. Now that he thought about it, they weren’t that far from his place. He looked back to her. Her form was just as cold as it was this morning, the color of her lips had darkened, likely from longer time in colder weather.

“How about this. You come with me, to my place, we warm you up, get you a cup of tea, and then I’ll tell you.”

“W-what? No, Tom, you don’t have to-” There it was again. His name. She was like a siren, luring Thomas Michael Shelby, the helpless sailor, his name entwined with her voice- her melody. Her form did not change, as it was her he desired most.

“No, I do. I’m the reason you were on the ground, I’m the reason you’re covered in snow, but I’ll be damned if I become the reason you freeze to death out here.”

“I won’t-”

“You live quite some distance away,” his final attempt, a pleading sigh to mark it as so, and he was determined to make it a strong one, “...at least let me drive you home.”

She looked to be in serious contemplation of his offer, biting her lip and rocking back in forth to collect some warmth from movement before she returned her eyes to his. “...Fine.”

“I’d still like to get you warmed up though, so you can’t turn me down about that, yeah?”

The air escaping her parted lips could just barely be seen. Huddled by the fire, wrapped in Tommy’s sheets with a mug in her hands resting close to her face, the sinister chill was retreating from her body. Tommy felt his heart speed as he watched her. It felt...right. It felt right to have her be safe and warm, just as it felt right to have her there, with him.

Though a number of feelings were checked as “right���, there was a rather large one that didn’t. There was a feeling that wasn’t right, that hadn’t been satiated. His feelings for her poked at him, urging him to kiss her, hug her, ask her, to do something! Anything!

“You going to tell me what was on your mind, or was that just a trick to get me to accept your ride home, Mr. Shelby?” The grin that was present on her lips could be practically be heard as she asked the question.

“Not a trick, I promise.” His chuckle brought a chortle to Y/n’s mouth. He walked to the fire, sitting beside her. “I’ll tell you. But first...you have to promise me something.”

“Yes, anything.”

“Promise me that you won’t go spreading my business where it doesn’t need to be.” He took a deep inhale, exhaling it as he prepared to speak his next request involving her reaction. “And promise me this won’t affect our relationship.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “...I-...  I promise, but, ...I don’t understand how it could make a change between us?”

“It just...” He lifted his hands, scanning his brain for the right words. His hands dropped, making a small sound as they hit his thighs, the sound hidden only slightly by his sigh. “It just can.”

“How so? I mean, surely it’s-”

“I was worried about you.”

“O-oh? Thank you, that’s very-”  She didn’t understand. But how could he blame her with her lack of context?

“No. I was worried about you because I seem...” a pause to get it out. “I seem to have fallen in love with you.” He looked into the fire with an intensity. He looked at it as if looking at her would make him crumble on the spot. The moments passing by without any response from her made the fire so much more entertaining. Tommy Shelby couldn’t be scared by much, he’d already been through war, but this? It scared him.

A part of him wanted to look at her, see the reaction just in case it was just a lack of verbal response...but another part didn’t want to face the disappointment. Y/n was a nice woman and Tommy could never bring himself to hate her. Losing her would be hard, but seeing her at work would be harder. Tearing her from the job she cherished would be harder. He couldn’t do that to her.

Luckily, “Your eyes are so pretty...” he didn’t have to. “Your eyes, your smile-  everything about you has the stars jealous of its beauty. Personally, I wondered if our lips would meet. Today, in your office. It took everything in me not to surge forward, taste your lips on mine.” She snickered lightly, “Excuse my bluntness.”

“I like your bluntness. I only wish I’d been gifted with it.” He joined in, turning to face her, finally. He took a moment to admire the way her features looked in the orangey light from the fire. His eyes, observing her face with great interest, traveled to her lips before flicking back up to hers.

“Is that so?... Well, Tommy, now’s a good time to be blunt.”

“Pardon?”

She’d seen it. Fixated, just like him, on his eyes, specifically. “If you want to kiss me, just say so.” She’d caught him, easily with how entranced they both were.

He thought to himself. What’s blunter than saying he wanted to kiss her?

It happened in one swift motion. One second she was giving him a smug quirk of her brow, the next, her lips her locked with his. They pulled away, slowly and hesitatingly. “That was...as blunt as I could be.”

A laugh erupted from her. The sound sweeter than the songbirds. Then, Tommy smiled. Even if he wouldn’t be her target, in a boat on a restless sea, he knew, without a single doubt, that he’d go to her willingly. In fact, he did. And upon reaching the siren, perched on a sturdy ledge-like-rock, he realized she meant no harm. Tommy smiled. The smile reached his eyes.

[lordabovehelpme]

No, But I am Trying- Din Djarin x Reader

Forget Me Not Masterlist

This is the highly requested part two to Do you Remember?

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! 

Summary: After a long week, you and your husband try to work through the new routine. (I suck at summaries, just please read it, you won’t be disappointed.) 

Warnings: memory loss, a tad bit of angst, mostly flufff

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It’s been a long and hard week. Your husband has been telling you all about your life before. But none of it has stuck. He asks you everyday if you remember something, and it pains you when you have to tell him no. It hurts to see those eyes glimmer in excitement but then to snuff out as he tries to hide his disappointment.

“Oh well, it was worth a shot.”

“Yeah, maybe soon.”

It’s always maybe. That’s a word you’ve come to appreciate more these past few days. Maybe. Not never and yet not when. He gives you the chance but still doesn’t expect you to remember. The perfect balance.

You appreciate this, how much he has been supporting you recently. However, you still feel awkward around him. You have no idea what your relationship was like before and how you acted. And so the two of you have been moving at your pace.

He still hugs and touches you: hands on shoulders or lips on foreheads. But he doesn’t ask anything of you. The worst is when he reaches out and stops himself, realizing that you’re not the same anymore. He doesn’t think you notice it, but you do. And to make it even more terrible, you want him to reach out, to show you what it was like before.

Sleeping arrangements have been… interesting recently. You both decided for the time being, you having your own space is the best option. So thus, he has set up your old bunk before the two of you got together. He offered you as many blankets as your heart desired. Big fluffy comforters and soft blankets with firm pillows. His excuse being, “Don’t want you to get cold.”

Tonight is no different, after saying your goodnights you pad over to the bunk and climb in under all the sheets. Enveloped in what you imagine as his arms, but in reality are just too many blankets that smell too heavily of him.

You toss and turn, trying to quiet your racing mind. It just feels lonely. More lonely than you’ve felt before. Usually once you fall asleep you forget all about these dreadful feelings. But tonight it seems even more powerful. Like if you don’t go to him you’ll suffocate.

But you can’t. The two of you agreed that at night time it’s alone time. Plus, he probably has enjoyed his own space, a quiet area where he can think and ponder. But, you already know you’re not getting any sleep tonight.

Cursing at yourself, you bite the bullet and stand up, keeping one blanket wrapped around you. You walk over to the shut door of his bunk and just stand there. Leaning back and forth you weigh the pros and cons of actually being here. But before you can the door slides open.

“Cyare?” His head lifts from the blanket, eyes still closed as his curls fall to frame his face.

“Oh umm, hi.”

“What are you doing?” He slides up to sit. When you give no answer he turns to face you. He leans his back against the wall and opens his thighs, making a spot perfect for your body. “C’mere, won’t bite.” His voice is gruff and raspy from sleep.

Slowly nodding your head, you slide in up against him. Your back fits right in against his chest. His arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you closer. Strong and powerful thighs frame your figure. His large feet stick out from the blanket.

You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. His own head tilts down and presses a kiss to your neck before falling back against the wall.

It’s warm in his embrace. His hold promises you security. It’s nice. To be held as if he let’s go you’ll fade away. To feel small and tucked away from the world. As if no one and no thing can reach you besides him. Your chest swells with adoration and relief at his silent whisper of protection.

You feel safe… in a way you never have before.

In this moment he holds you down to earth. Like an anchor to a ship. Or the thread that leads to a kite.

Before you can even register it, tears have started to fall from your eyes. They roll down your cheeks and land in large drops on your arm.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying?”

Taking one shaky breath, you nuzzle into his neck further. “I don’t know to be honest.”

You can feel his head bob as he gives a slow nod, his mind working to try and find a response. His hand lifts up and wipes away the fresh tears. “Are you sad?”

Shaking your head, more tears fall. “I think they’re happy tears.”

“Happy tears?” His voice is even more hushed, he’s not really asking you, more repeating what you said so it can process a little faster. “Why are you so happy?” He nips at your neck, his facial hair tickling your skin.

“Umm.” You stop and truly try to find a reason. “I think it’s because I’ve never felt so safe before.” Trying to think back, you can’t bring up any memory where you’ve felt as secure.

Your husband slowly nods his head, egging you to continue.

“Like, I just… right now, in your arms, I feel like nothing can harm me. And I guess, now that I’m thinking about it, I’ve never really had that feeling before.” The both of you stay silent for a moment. “It’s nice.”

His arms give you a squeeze. “Cyare I-... you have no idea what this means to me.” His lips kiss the top of your head. “I wish I had the words to tell you how I feel, but I don’t.” His head falls into the spot between your neck and your shoulder.

You can hear the sadness in his voice. “It’s alright, just you being here tells me everything I need to know.” One of your hands trails up to softly comb through his curls. He stays still, breathing in your scent.

How is this man able to do this to you? To break down every single one of your walls and yet still make you feel empowered.

“Did you do this a lot before…?”

“Do what?”

“Hold me. Like how you are now.”

He leans away from your neck, his head falling against the wall as he looks up towards the ceiling in thought. From the soft light of the buttons and switches in the Crest you can see his eyes start to water. “Many times.”

“Oh.”

Oh is all you can say. It’s all your mind can offer you right now. Because yet again you’ve disappointed him. Why can’t you remember these things?

“Let me try something?”

You look at him and nod.

Slowly his hands reach for your face as he urges you to face him. When you do, he rests his forehead against your own. You watch as he closes his eyes, and you follow him. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, par gar cuyir ner kar’ta.” He murmurs that phrase back to you like a chant.

It’s almost like a tidal wave has overcome you. Memories of him doing the exact same thing flood your brain. In public, in private, everywhere and anywhere. Whenever you sat next to him he uttered those words to you. Such a simple phrase and yet it holds so much meaning.

Gasping you open your eyes and take his cheeks into your palms. “I- I remembered.”

His dewy eyes open in a flash and he stares right into your own orbs. “What did you remember?” He can’t mask the excitement in his voice.

“This.” You press a kiss to his lips. “I remember how whenever I was near you, this is what you would say to me. Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, par gar cuyir ner kar’ta. I know you forever, for you are my heart.”

His own tears have started to fall as he smiles. “You do remember!”

“I do!” You both laugh as he pulls you into a strong hug.

“Oh cyare. I love you so much.” His cheeks are wet from his own tears.

“I love you too.”

He slides the two of you down, so you are laying on the bed. You pepper his cheeks with kisses and finally settle down on his chest.

Speaking to you in mando’a, his voice acts as a lullaby as you finally fall asleep. Your emotions exhausted from happiness, sadness, and excitement all balled into one big draining emotion. But it’s given the two of you light.

A wish.

A glimmer of hope.

No…

A promise to get your memories back.

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Two Hares Running Side by Side [Final]

Part I & Part II

Characters: Jean d’Arc, Napoleon Bonaparte, Sebastian, Comte de Saint-Germain, minor characters adapted from historical figures

Pairings: Napoleon x MC, Napoleon x Jean, Sebastian x Saint-Germain (main)

Words: 2803

Warning: Some sexual content (MxM)

Leon was soon kept busy with work. Although it didn't keep him from trying to enter the infirmary after twilight.

But he was discouraged by the suspicious looks the head nurse threw him, and Leon finally resigned to loitering in the courtyards of the infirmary.

It was a full moon outside. Leon stared at his own shadow and thought it had never looked so gaunt and pathetic.

Even the chirp of cricket failed to distract him from meandering thoughts.

The thought of killing and being killed was no stranger to seasoned officers like Leon and Sebastian. Overcoming regret and fear was natural to them. And so was the assurance that they'd always see each other after the gunshots ceased.

But, they were both human, in the end. Sebastian was made of fragile bones and flesh, and Leon wasn't free from the emotions that threatened to engulf him.

Leon sat back and let the breeze sweep through his hair. The sky was starless, a pitch-black void looming over the earth.

The grass crunched underneath the boots of an approaching figure.

"Sergeant-Major," Leon greeted. "Here on a visit? It's already late."

It didn't matter if it was d'Arc. Just like back then, all he needed was another's presence. An anchor, though he loathed marking d'Arc as such.

At least it made him less guilty than the alternative.

Leon scooted over the stone bench to give d'Arc some space. As Leon's sight adjusted better, he could see bandages crisscrossing on the right side of d'Arc's face.

"I didn't know you were injured," Leon cleared his throat. "I'm sorry. I didn't check on you immediately—"

"Don't be," d'Arc replied with a hoarse voice. "You were preoccupied with the adjutant, after all."

"How did you know?" Was d'Arc observing him as well?

"I heard it from d'Alencon, who heard it from the nurses in Gilles' ward," he explained. "Some of them... fancied him, apparently. I understand why they'd fawn over such a gentleman, but still."

D'Arc coughed. He's a dying man, d'Arc failed to say.

"I will be praying for the Second Adjutant," d'Arc breathed. "As I've been praying for Gilles, I mean de Rais."

Another gust of wind billowed, scattering dead leaves on a stone walkway not too far away.

"How is de Rais?" Leon asked, if only for the sake of politeness. "I understand how you feel, but don't forget to mind your own condition, at least for your own sake."

Or my sake. Because I'm worried about Sebastian and now won't stop worrying about everything else. Leon thought to himself.

D'Arc slowly stretched his long legs and sighed.

"They needed to remove an arm. And there were some complications during the extraction of some bullet shells."

Leon wondered if nothing could shake the man. Even his voice was calm as he described de Rais' condition. Leon couldn't expect less from the stoic man.

He gazed at d'Arc's profile.

What did it take to be the perfect soldier that d'Arc was? How does one retain such a mask, even after leaving the front lines? 

Underneath all that invisible armor, was there a man as secretly vulnerable as Leon?

Dark eyes mirrored bright emerald eyes.

"Second Lieutenant," d'Arc called softly. "Would you like some time to yourself?"

Yes, please. Words resonated in Leon's head, or No, don't. This is only a momentary lapse, you see? We won't speak of this ever again, and you would forget I cried all over you.

Did he want to cry?

Leon, unknowingly, had lunged for d'Arc's static wrist. He was so thin and easy to yank forward. 

Into his embrace

But it was foolish. D'Arc wasn't Sebastian. He'd only push him away if Leon insisted that the other hug him. That he wanted another warm body to ease him into containing the grief, the feeling of uselessness that was crawling from his stomach and clawing at his throat.

A cold hand rested on top of his own.

"If you want to cry," d'Arc whispered. "By all means, cry to your heart's content."

Leon loosened his grip on d'Arc's sleeve.

"Don't force yourself to keep a straight face. No need to pretend," D'Arc's murmur was distant. "Not while we're alone."

Your secret is safe with me, always.

"You're too strong for your own good," D'Arc murmured, even as Leon slotted his face into the crook of his neck. "Even when you're at your weakest, you're still a worthy officer. You always are."

A tender hand found its way to the back of Leon's head.

"No, Monsieur Bonaparte," d'Arc rumbled. "You're only human."

Leon pulled his waist closer.

"Therefore," another arm circled below Leon's shoulders. "Think of nothing, and let yourself go."

The dark fabric of d'Arc's coat masked tear tracks left behind by Leon. And like their meeting in the café, tonight, too, will just be another memory.

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"Win this war for me, Bonaparte." Sebastian clasped Leon's hands before they carried him home. "We'll meet again in Paris when this is all over."

Leon promised to write to him often. He wasn't sure about the doctor; Saint-Germain was quiet when he informed Leon of Sebastian's potential discharge.

"At least, back home, he won't have to worry about losing his life," The doctor had murmured with a thin smile.

Leon found d'Arc outside the hospital not much later, and he was holding several stalks of lilies to his chest.

"He was finally freed from this pain this morning," d'Arc stuttered. "Will you accompany me?"

Both men stepped out into the stale air of morning side by side.

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The following nights brought forth desires within Leon he’d never expected.

Long before their parting, Leon would dream of a soft mouth trailing kisses down his chest before finally enveloping his member. 

Hazel eyes would gaze at him with adoration, with love. And his fingers would tangle between imaginary light brown locks as she swallows.

Such dreams were no more, as the form beneath him shifts into something else. Soft curves turned into muscles and hard planes no different than his.

He'd dream of a broad chest on his back, supporting him as lean, nimble hands (sometimes gloved) wrung him dry. He'd seize the sturdy neck to claim thin lips as he hungered for air.

And sometimes, he'd be the one taken on silk sheets, his dark, steely eyes coming to life as he rutted into Leon, hard and fast.

Leon quietly cried Jehanne's name as he finished.

Then, the next morning, he'd wake up to soaked trousers, embarrassed, before he reached down to start all over again.

He didn't mention it in his letters to Sebastian.

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The months turned to years, and the years turned into a full decade. Another two, and Leon was almost a general.

And so was d'Arc, who, by some good fortune, nearly matched him in rank.

People changed too. Leon's teenage sweetheart was now following her husband to concerts in Vienna, a proud mother of two. 

Meanwhile, Sebastian and the good doctor had parted ways. He went on to Firenze with an up-and-coming painter (as Sebastian begrudgingly wrote in his letters). Sebastian remained content in Paris to continue studying History, his long-life pursuit before the draft.

Like her, Sebastian settled and soon grew a family. 

Meanwhile, Leon remained faithful to the Grande Armée, politely declining marriage offers and claiming he'd sworn his heart for the service of the motherland.

It wasn't so. Leon knew it deep in his heart.

The prolonged war never took away d'Arc from his side. Even as duty beckoned them from opposite sides of the country.

But there was always time to rendezvous during the holidays. Leon loved being at home among his siblings and mother, but he had also learned to cherish the few precious moments he shared with the colonel.

And it was on this chilly January evening where they sat by a hearth in their current base. Leon had learned not to offer the other wine to avoid repeating that one night almost a dozen seasons ago.

Leon chuckled. It seemed only yesterday that d'Arc was moaning about his brother and sister-in-law. Now, it was a secret they both shared in the open. 

Reminding him about the event was a joy to Leon. The colonel would cough and look away, while his ivory skin would be tinted a delicate pink.

"Your hard work will soon be rewarded, d'Arc." Leon sipped his drink. "Soon, they're going to promote your rank to general."

His companion silently pondered Leon's word as a hand covered his eyepatch. Even with a black cloth obscuring half his face, d'Arc was still as stunning as the day he rode into camp.

"I think," he finally spoke. "It's time for me to return home."

Leon jolted and nearly dropped his wine glass. Thankfully, d'Arc didn't notice, and Leon encouraged himself to ask:

"Are you sure about this?" Leon tried to mask the trembling in his voice. "There's still time to think. You don't want to regret your decision later."

Can't I convince you to stay?  

But the rare gleam in d'Arc's orb was resolute.

"I'm certain," he answered. "I've been away from my family for too long."

Napoleon nodded in silence. He grasped the velvet of his coat until his knuckles turned white.

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This time, it was Sebastian who sat across him in a homely Parisian café. It wasn't too far away from the university where Sebastian studied (and now taught). 

Leon had invited him out to talk, and without commenting on his sullen face, Sebastian passed him a black, palm-sized notebook.

There were names and addresses, as well as a piece of paper sticking between the pages.

Leon's hands trembled as he laid the damn thing on the table.

"But, Sebastian, this is—" He stammered. "How did you find this?"

"They kept me around for a while after they fitted my prosthetic leg," Sebastian tapped on his left knee. "Got some names and all sorts of blackmail material. That, right there, could have gotten our friend killed if I hadn't collected all those conscript letters."

Sebastian reached to pour Leon's cup more coffee as the latter flipped through the notebook.

"Unbelievable how the war made our bureaucracy so lenient," he commented, "Then again, the army has been benefitting of these loopholes,"

"Hmmm," Sebastian stirred his cup without purpose. "I don't think that's the right question to ponder at this very moment."

"What do you mean?"  Leon stared at Sebastian, his thumb involuntarily brushing the page beside which he found the paper.

"Go and see D'Arc, now that you've got the address," his gaze challenged Leon. "Wouldn't you like to see for yourself?"

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Cold was the morning she rode her father's horse from the stables. The frigid air of Domremy followed her to the training camp, to the battlefield, to the cities. It stayed with her as she sat at the loom, in a lonely spot by the window.

Jeanne silently caressed the cloth she'd abandoned before donning her father's gear. Her sister had finished it for her, and all that's left was to adorn it with gold needlework.

Embroidery had been one of her stronger suits, but now her calloused fingers were struggling to reacquaint herself with the needle's flow. It frustrated her immensely how things that were once familiar to her now felt foreign.

Like the dress she had exchanged for her decorated colonel's uniform.

But shedding her uniform was easy. Returning to her old, long-retired 'self' wasn’t. Jeanne couldn't abandon the way she used to walk at camp, her stern way of talking from when she was still barking commands, and the way she loomed imposingly over nervous neighbors.

Her armor had become one with her skin. 

Her family, surprisingly, was welcoming as she entered the threshold in her uniform. In the kitchen sat her father, whom she had never spoken a sentence to even through her letters.

And then he embraced her tightly, before weakly chiding her for riding to her supposed death. Then came her beloved Pierre, with his lovely children and comely wife.

Her sister noted how handsome she looked, even after she slipped into a newly bought linen gown. Her old smocks no longer fit her sinewy frame, and her new garb made Jeanne feel wrong looking at her own reflection.

These things took time to settle, as her first months in the military had taught her.

And then the shrill voice of Jeanne's sister pierced through the silence. She was tempted to rise and come out to scold her but refrained when she heard a male voice alongside Catherine's.

Jeanne recognized his voice, and her fingers curled tightly against the cloth in her lap.

It didn't take long before the footsteps reached her, and she kept herself from turning away to the window.

Still, a part of her urged Jeanne to stand and salute.

"At ease," the voice commanded. "I'm not here to arrest you."

Ah yes, she almost forgot. It was an offense that she'd done, wasn't it? The thought seeped into her dreams as she slept from inn to inn. But it disappeared the night she returned to bed, exhausted after such a long masquerade.

So, Jeanne looked at her hands, no longer looking like a woman's. She could hear Leon approaching, sensed him even as he dragged a seat to sit by her side.

Jeanne could no longer let the silence drape over them.

"I'm sorry," she breathed. "I fooled you. Have lied to you all these years...All for keeping my father and brother away from the war, if possible—"

But her general just burst laughing, alleviating and worsening her nerves at the same time.

"Sorry," he managed in between laughs. "I didn't expect it to be your natural voice."

Jeanne scowled, and for the first time, she looked at his face. Just as tired, but still very much the handsome captain who trained her years ago.

"Then again," Leon's laugh abated, and he was now looking at her properly for the first time. "You don't change much, do you?"

Jeanne hated how his eyes seemed to drill into her. She never felt this way when they were together in the army.

"I suppose not," she muttered. "I can't quite return to the girl who snuck out of the village on a mere whim."

"On a whim?"

"I had no confidence that I could survive the war," Jeanne confessed. "Let alone maintain the charade for nearly a decade. It was only by God's grace that I came along thus far."

Leon hummed.

"But you did it anyhow," he countered. "I don't think I've ever seen a braver soldier than you. You got more than you bargained for, and you breezed through it like it was nothing."

No.

There was the hollow socket where her right eye should have been and Gilles's bones, now resting in his family's mausoleum.

The medals and achievements were no compensation for the comrades she lost, for the times her courage faltered. And neither did they take away the emptiness that now settled in her heart.

Then Leon suddenly came, hopefully with answers to the questions remaining in Jeanne's mind every night before she finally dozed.

Napoleon watched as Jeanne gazed out the window. Beyond it was vast empty soil, ready to be tilled by the returning men.

They ask Daughter who's in her heart.

They ask Daughter who's in her mind.

But her mind was clean as a slate. 'Jean' was now resting, and the long slumbering 'Jeanne' was awake, taking his place. But she was the same Jehanne who wrestled with Pierre when they were little and eventually took up arms when he couldn't replace their father.

She chuckled. Perhaps for the first time in decades.

"What's so funny?" Leon asked. Oh right, he was still here.

"Ah, it's nothing. Forgive me," Jeanne turned to look back at Leon. "And you, Monsieur? You're blushing."

Jeanne only said that to get back at him and catch him off guard. But her cheeks, too, heated at the sight of him reddening. Bantering felt less...complicated when they had been brother-in-arms.

Some things did change, after all.

Leon cleared his throat. "Ah, zut." he cursed. "Sorry. This isn't going as I expected."

Jeanne smiled. So she wasn't treading into new territory alone.

"Will you accompany me, General?" She slowly moved from her seat. "We can stroll through the village as we talk."

"You don't have to call me General, uh—" he responded uneasily. "Mademoiselle d'Arc?"

"It's Jehanne," her one dark eye glinted. "Please call me Jehanne." 

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Damn, I didn’t expect to take this long to finish. Hhhh @batteryrose this is absolute pain.

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The Witcher’s Mate Chapter 10

True to his word at first light the trio headed off into the unknown. Geralt's purse was overfilling with the coin. Jaskier gave an overdramatic declaration of love and devotion, that while touching neither seems to be taking very seriously. Griselda was already flirting with the next man before they had even left. Jaskier, on the other hand, seemed to take it harder, looking longingly into the distance while strumming melancholy tunes on his lute when they settled down to bed for the night. Adva had firmly believed that Jaskier was a roaming Lothario, but he generally seems to hold a particular sort of love for Griselda.

For the most part, Adva would miss Griselda; her cheeky attitude reminded her a lot of the girls in the Tavern at Brightwater. Their parting was short and sweet, Griselda lamented that she would not be able to give them the wedding present. A cottage on the borders of the village where the bride was carried over the threshold by the groom all the while being followed by the villagers clanking pots and pans to scare away evil spirits before spending three days and nights. Thankfully, their early departure meant that the plans where waylayed. Instead, the auburn-haired women thrust a package containing the lace nightdress from the clothing merchant she had seen the day earlier, with a blush Adva quickly shoved it into her bundled all the while trying to avoid the watchful eye of Geralt. The Witcher’s eyes never seemed to wander far away, much more vigilant of her since the incident with the drowners.

The three has travelled in silence for the best part of three days, for Geralt that was his normal stoic state but the other two had much on their minds to contemplate and didn’t seem to mind where Geralt was leading them. Geralt has been pensive. His face pursed in a thoughtful expression; on the brief moments, she could force herself to look at him; it was like watching an inner conflict battling inside of him. The ashen haired man had not told them where he was leading them, not that the other two had asked but with every town, they passed or saw the Witcher strolled past not even glancing around the noticed board in hopes of a job. Adva thought that was strange, the Witcher who seemed to little else but hunter not searching for work made her feel uncertain, not something that she liked the feeling.

As night gently descended, they made camp in a little clearing just off the road. Geralt had set the fire before going off in search of food, Jaskier trailing behind to collect more wood to last the though the chilly night. Adva sat kneeling by the flicker flames, staring at the cup of water, Jaskier has serviced her earlier.

Inhaling deeply, Adva watched as slowly water levitated from the cup and swirled in the air. Over the last three day, Adva tentatively tested her powers, a little here and there but quickly she found that they were stronger than before, much more robust. Before, she would move small objects and so a few simple spells, nothing beyond the skills of a simple village witch.  Since meeting Geralt, her powers had increased sevenfold. Flexing her had she forced the water to shift from shape to shape.

‘That is amazing! Can you do a fish?’ Jaskier gasped.

Adva in her shock at the shrill voice lost concentration and the water cascading to the floor, only to be caught by her at the last second.  Adva cursed herself, and her lack of awareness, the heavy sent of Geralt alone was enough to warn her of the approaching men, it was not like Jaskier was silence.  The irresistible scent of the Witcher hung over her, and the energy sizzled against her skin. Ever since their encounter the days previous the energy between then was constant not just when they touched and the smell, my god the smell, she was always aware of the addictive manly perfume.

Geralt threw the fishes he had caught onto the stone but the fire, their bodies still twitching. Kneeling in front of the fire he added more wood and gutted the three fish in a skilful flick of his wrist. Removing his gloves, he pushed the herbs he had to collect into the gasping bellies before tossing them onto the hot stone before looking up. Golden eyes watched silently as Jaskier watched in awe as Adva shifted the water into a frozen orb, a perfect globe of solid ice. The sphere sizzled and bubbled as it melted into a mass boiling water. It the short period he had seen go from someone who in panic used magically to someone forging a budding power, all on her own. The Witcher had been carefully pondering the events that unfolded with the drowners. There way she manipulated the water and the weather without even trying was sort of outstanding. Even, Yennefer and Triss, the most potent Mages he knew would struggle and strain themselves to yield that sort of power over an element. That in itself wasn’t the concerning this; Mages excelled in different areas. That leading cause of the pain that throbbed in her head and kept him awake at night was the drowners. At the first sniff of blood, the creatures that he hadn’t already displaced scurried to the surface. Geralt witness the drowners get within killing distance only to cower away. Never, it the many years he had been a monster hunter had he seen drowners flee. Not even when he came at them with a silver sword, they didn’t think so much as flinch. There was something about Adva that scared them; he just didn’t know what.

‘Impressive…’ Geralt purred from the fireside. ‘Let's see what you got.’ The Witcher gestured to the other side of the fire.

Blinking across at the man, she carefully replied. ‘You're going to teach me something?’

‘Hmmm’

‘Have you taught others before?’ Adva asked curiously as she settled down, the other side of the fire.

‘Course he has, he taught Ciri everything she knows.’ Jaskier answered as he eagerly sat on a fallen tree, watching them with anticipation.

‘Ciri?’

‘Geralt’s adopted, daughter. She is a Witcher now, well an apprentice. Best out there…apart from Geralt and Yennefer of course.’ Jaskier quickly added.

Many, many questions bloomed forth in her head. Since when do Witcher’s adopted daughter? Could a woman be a Witcher? Where was Ciri? Should his apprentice be travelling with him? Was Ciri with Yennefer? Who was Yennefer? A sister? A mage? A Witcher? Girlfriend? Wife?

The last two questions left a bad taste in her mouth, but she wasn’t about to ask the Witcher any of the burning questions if the look that Geralt threw Jaskier was anything to go by and Adva very much wanted to learn something.

Geralt started with breathing exercising and the explanation that magic was connected to emotions and the way to harness powers. ‘Harness the fire…In though the nose out through the mouth.’

They spent what seemed like hours around the fire, Jaskier has lot awe an hour ago and was dozing softly into his palm. For all the that it was worth Geralt remained patient and persistent which was more than Adva. Despite Geralt motivation, Adva was steadily losing her focus and her confidence.

‘Geralt maybe this isn’t working.’ Adva pleaded.

‘Shhhhhh just concentrate on my voice. Feel it inside you. Concentrate on the fire.’ Geralt soothed his eyes remained closes.

Adva tried, really tried to focus on the fire but nothing called to her. The water would sing to her; she could always sense when water was near even if it was miles under her feet, she could hear it. The sound of Geralt’s voice in her head was there, soft and barely audible but there just trying to breakthrough. The fire didn’t seem to want to call to her; however, there was something, something there in the shadows of her mind, calling her. Out of pure frustration, she gripped it. 

Out of nowhere, a brutal bolt of lightning shot out of a cloudless sky and struct the fire. Embers burst forth and scared around the ground, as Geralt and Jaskier were sent flying backwards with a savage force. Adva, for the most part, remained unmoved, sitting on a scrap of earth that cradled her in the middle of a crater. Eyes wide as the power oozed around her and linked them. Geralt felt her inside his head, just faintly, but there was a presence, frantic and scared, the feeling warmed him.

‘What the fuck was that? That was not normal.’ Jaskier screeched diving into a nearby bush

‘Impressive and powerful…never seen that before.’ Geralt’s voice crackled in her head, so faint she thought she imagined it.

‘I could have killed you... and Jaskier.’ Adva seethed. ‘I thought you were going to teach me something.’ 

Geralt stood and dusted himself off. Despite being thrown several meters in the air, he was relatively okay; a few scratched from the brambles and the bracken he had skimmed across. His hair wild and eyes burn orbs of disbelief. The Witcher cast his eyes over at her figure, eyes skilfully observing over her.  A rash of thoughts surged through his mind. Adva’s hands shook as she helped Jaskier up, tears swelled up in her eyes that never fell. For the most part, Jaskier, for didn’t seem to be injured or in trouble, simply stunned, swaying for side to side in a daze.

‘Pack up we are leaving...we are going to see an old friend.’ Geralt announced dousing the fire with water.

Geralt demolished the camp in a matter of minutes, a lifetime of practice having to move on quickly. Bags where packed and bundles shoved on top of Roach, while his two-companion stood bewildered and baffled. Lastly, he through their sleeping mat through the loops on his saddlebags before turning to face them. The crater still smouldered in front of him, it was deep, least a meter, a large enough for a full-grown man to bath in. The bolt was powerful enough carve its way through solid stone leaving nothing but a few small pieces of rubble. Jaskier was now coming to his senses and soothingly running a soothing hand over the woman shoulder all the while casting a look to Geralt.

‘Adva.’ Geralt called. ‘Adva…Look...’ Geralt slowly approached her, hands held open in surrender, but still as the Witcher moved the smaller woman flinched violently.

‘Shhh shhh, I’m not going to hurt you…I would never hurt you.’ Geralt pulled her closer to him by her shoulders and all but dragged her to his waiting horse. Hoisted her up onto his horse, he hurried up after her. ‘Everything is going to be alright. Shhhh Just got to see a friend first…’ Geralt whispered, holding her tight against him, letting her quietly sob herself to sleep.

Dun Dun Dunnnn! I am so excited! Things are going to start to speed up, and finally, I can see smut over the horizon! And hopefully some cute Geralt moments. 

My Poor Beta is very ill at the minute so I have tried to proofread my own stuff- so hopefully you can understand it.

How is everyone? More importantly, I hope everyone is safe and comfortable! The world seems to get crazier every day, went out to the shops yesterday and a woman was screaming at me because I parked three car parking space away from her. Apparently, that was not acceptable. She then proceeded to shout to everyone how dangerous I was while we lined up then follow me around the shop ramming into my trolley.  I am starting to go crazy as I don’t think I have seen or spoken to anyone properly in a month. So I am focusing all my crazy into my stories.

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Ps- I am also thinking of holding a writers group chat to discuss stories/writing/fandoms doesn’t have to be Witcher related could be anything! If I don’t start talking to real people soon I will end up talking to my toaster hahaha. 

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[theundergrounddrabbles]

Couple Swap

Mion was always curious about life itself. She wanted to try different things like food or lifestyle yet she had been shy about doing so. Giving the excuse of not liking it at all or being embarrassed had stopped her. She grew ever more hesitant when she had seen her friend, Rika, with her boyfriend.

She was taken as well and had enjoyed being with him yet there was something more that she had wanted and it was difficult to say that she wasn’t satisfied with the relationship. Mion liked him still but she was pushy to get him prepared for events. Rika’s smile made it even worst for her as she walked up to the bench.

“Bubble tea?” Rika asked, grabbing the cup.

“Yeah. New place and I wanted to try out.” Mion smiled back.

“So... you seem rather depressed.” Rika hummed. “Is the boyfriend not having sex with you?”

“No... that’s not it. I like it yet I feel not fulfilled in any aspect. He makes me come and he does things I want him to do, still not satisfied.” Mion explained.

“You’re expecting too much. He’s trying his best to make you happy. Maybe it’s just you to settle into what you can find in the sense of happiness.” Rika elaborated between sips of the sweetened drink.

“What makes you happy?” Mion pondered.

“He treats me fair. He buys me stuff at random times. I appreciate all things he does for me.” Rika answered with a smile. “As for intimacy, he makes me come once before we have sex.”

“Is that okay? Once I come... I tend to doze off.” Mion muttered.

“You feel much better. I think that’s what you need. A path to make you happy in bed. You do tend to command him and maybe you have to let him please you before you go ahead and head into intercourse. A little head isn’t enough now days.” Rika lectured as she moved her hand to the lap.

“How can I teach him that?” Mion contemplated.

“I have an idea.” Rika grinned. “I’ll teach him. You can have my boyfriend to let you learn from him.”

Mion felt her heart drop into her stomach upon the idea. It was something that wasn’t bad in theory but to agree upon something like that was not like her. Mion nodded as she sipped her drink.

“Let me talk to him.”

After the meeting, she saw messages from him about tonight and what to expect. Mion hit the call button and waited a few rings for him to answer.

“Yes?” He hummed.

“I have been offered a proposition. Can we talk on your next break?” Mion asked.

“I’ll be outside in a few minutes.” He answered.

She rushed over to the building where he stood in a dress shirt and slacks. A peck on the cheek greeted her as Mion lowered her head.

“I was thinking... if you don’t mind switching people for the night. It’s for educational purposes.” Mion began. “I love you. The thing is I have been forceful about things and it seems I haven’t been satisfied by it. I was offered a lesson in being pleasured fully. It could help you out as well to get you satisfied as well.”

“Oh? That’s a little rushed.” He laughed. “I’m not happy to hear this but if you aren’t happy now, I’m not as well. If this does help you get feeling content, I would help you out as well.”

“Thanks.”

Mion was shocked that he would go along and texted Rika swiftly. She got the reply back promptly.

“Tonight, my apartment.”

Mion was amused by the response and texted her boyfriend the plan. She had a few hours to wait for him and went to the open mall to do window shopping.

She returned back to pick him up to go to Rika’s apartment. Mion knew that she had a place that was quite large for a single occupant and rarely had people over for anything. She had only been there once to enjoy the view after breaking up with her ex.

The apartment was not in a trendy area but just outside of it. Rika had been smart to do so especially with her demeanor and her wealth. She approached the gate when it opened promptly to the couple across of them.

“Ah?! Welcome. Come inside.” Rika greeted as they were escorted to the front door.

They took off their footwear and entered into the vast area. What seemed to be three apartments together was the whole floor. Mion was impressed by the furniture inside as they were taken to the table where they each took a side.

“I took the liberty to renovate the whole complex. It is an investment now. I like how the space is now and I can live here most of the time for work and return home when I please.” Rika pointed out to them. “Enough about the apartment. You want to hear more about the plan?”

“Plan?” Mion’s boyfriend yelped.

“Oh yes. We need a plan so we can make sure everyone is on board.” Rika confirmed. “First, I’m taking you and Goro will take Mion. We will have our fun and spend the night here. The next morning you guys can stay for breakfast.”

“You sure about this, Mion?” He asked.

“Yes, Koichi.” Mion nodded.

“Well let’s just relax with some tea.” Rika pointed out the kettle and tea cups.

The room grew quiet as the host poured out the cups for everyone. Mion grew anxious over the whole situation at hand. It had been interesting to delve into it but seeing the uncertainty made her question it as she turned to him.

“For me.” Mion whispered.

“I know.” He forced a smile.

She sipped slowly the hot liquid until it got to the bottom and placed it down onto the table. Goro pointed over one way while Rika pointed the other way. As they split, they waived to each other before entering the room.

“I’m not comfortable with the romance with anyone else.” Mion announced.

“That’s fine by me.” Goro laughed. “I feel the same way. I don’t like to kiss another woman on the lips but sex is fine.”

“I’m assuming this isn’t the first time Rika has gotten you into this.” Mion snickered.

“We agreed sex would open opportunities as long as there were other couples.” Goro explained.

Mion nodded as she stripped off her clothes. She eyed the man in the brightly lit room when he returned the favor. Mion knelt in front of the male and cupped his sack while rubbing the flaccid shaft. It slowly grew in her grasp while she felt the gentle hands squeezed the breasts.

“The only difference is your nipples. You have bigger ones than Rika. She is small like 5 yen coin.” Goro noted.

“I see.” Mion smiled back before pecking the mushroom head of the manhood. “You are about the same, just a slight a curvature.”

After the short conversation, Mion slowly moved the shaft into her mouth. The deep flavor filled her mouth as she went back and forth. Her hand reached down between her legs and stroking the clit.

Mion stopped and climbed onto the bed as he dropped to the floor. She felt the hot breath upon her sex and the heavy embrace got her enticed into the next step. Mion was hesitant to give away her status as she let out her cries but the hands were flat on the bed.

Goro rose from the floor and walked over to the drawer to take out protection. Stroking his member, he unfurled the plastic onto the shaft and glanced over to Mion as she pinched the manhood. She guided it into the snatch and the slight twitch got her excited.

He slowly moved his hips back and forth. The thrusts came in deep into her. His face dug into her bosom with the small nibbles around the ample orbs. Goro took short breathers while carefully accelerating his movements.

Mion felt the difference and was pleased by the girth and the curve tickled her lust. He was controlling the tempo to her acceptance. She slowly felt like butter on a pan as he got to the peak of his tempo. Mion wailed out into the room to her delight when he went easy on the thrusts.

“You are a good partner.” He commented.

“You too. I’m hoping Satoshi does well with Rika.” Mion moaned.

“Rika is a good leader. She likes things a certain way. Although I’m not sure how she’ll be with him.” Goro smiled.

He methodically accelerated again with Mion moaning into the air. Goro was unusually hesitant but he felt the pressure building within his loins as he crested in his thrusts and the rush of his seed shot out while the twitching went crazy.

He withdrew his shaft and slipped the plastic off. Mion saw the load and grinned at such the volume before placing it into the trash bin. After a few minutes of rest, they dressed back up and heard the door opened on the other end as the other couple walked out.

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“Let’s see what you’re packing.” Rika cuddled up to the friend’s boyfriend.

Satoshi moved his head while stripping the clothes with his eyes swayed to the side. He felt uneasy about it when he stood in his birthday suit with Rika boring his sight upon him.

“Mion loves to give breast sex?” She asked.

“I don’t like it as much.” He laughed. “It takes forever to get off.”

“Oh? She must be a bit irked by that.” Rika smirked.

“We agreed to not do it.” Satoshi answered quickly.

“I see.” Rika nodded.

Rika slipped behind him and pushed her arm between his legs with her hand upon the sack. She reached in front and tugged on the growing manhood.

She didn’t think much about length but she was one to be ready at any time and being in her shirt and shorts, Rika awaited the mass to bloom into the full blossom.

Slowly stroking the length, Rika inhaled the male’s scent. She loved to push her lust to the edge when she could just get it in there when reality had set in.

“Hurry. Put it on.” Rika roared, slipping the item from her pocket.

Satoshi ripped the item open and rolled it over the shaft. Rika, in her naked glory, was bent over on the bed. Her fingers parting the entryway as she turned back.

“Okay. Shove it in there.”

She shrilled as the length went in at once. Rika felt the sack touching her sensitive slit and crumbled forward. Without any hesitation, he slowly began his waves of thrusts. It felt odd that he had been the second one to make her squeal. The emotional toll was difficult to come back from it as she cried out.

“You can go rough.” Rika whimpered.

His hands cupped the bosom with the fingertips squarely on the tips. She sensed the deep plunge into the sex. Rika rarely felt such attitude from her partner unless she requested. She delve that Mion must have told him about her. It was incredible to have such instructions before meeting.

Rika nudged him back and turned her body over. The mass returning to the site was bliss. She cried with every move from him as her hands scrunched up the blanket below her. Rika knew below was the puddle of lust as she swayed her eyes away.

She knew why. It was only one person for it. Rika continued to wail out her pleasure into the room when she arched and launched the liquid into the air. She fell back to the bed and slid off to the floor. Rika peeled the protection off and rounded her mouth on the shaft.

Moving back and forth, Rika felt angry about the experience when she got the product oozing into her throat and guzzled the thick goo in one go.

They controlled their emotions before dressing back to see the other couple across the room.

“It was nice to have this experience.” Rika grinned to the group.

“One day we can have this again, right?” Mion smiled with the two males smiling back.

Mion left with her boyfriend and kept quiet until home. Another round was in order with a new found motivation added to their intimacy.

[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Book Three: Pestilence (Ignis x Reader) Chapter Ten

"Don't stray too far, lest you get left behind," Ardyn started as they headed for the ruins. "And surely you'd rather avoid unnecessary scuffles, seeing as you're now a trio. Well, with the exception of your new acquaintance." He stopped for a brief second, looking back at the four. "Oh, dear. Touchy subject?"

(Y/n) only smiled in response. Underneath the surface, she felt a tinge of anger when he doubted she could handle herself in battle. She decided not to spark an argument and continued to smile.

"One we won't discuss with you," Ignis responded.

"Then let's discuss why you're here. Hmm....It can't be archaeology...Mythril, perhaps?"

"This guy's reading our thoughts!" Prompto gasped.

Ardyn smirked, continuing to lead them through the swamp. "Mythril-it's a precious resource. We can't just let anyone get their hands on it."

"But you'll help us get ours on it, right?" Noctis questioned with a raised brow.

"I never said that."

"Of course you didn't," the freckled boy groaned.

The chancellor chuckled. "Where is the fun in that? I thought you'd rather dig it up yourselves."

Arriving at the ruins, the group spotted a familiar figure standing at the entrance with two imperial officers beside her. Ardyn spun around to face the boys and Horseman, causing them to stop in the ankle-deep waters of the swamp. "Fear not-I'll be but a moment."

He walks away from them, giving (Y/n) the chance to breathe. "My, my. What a character."

"He's a creep with the way he was touching you earlier," Prompto stated. "I mean, smelling your hair? That's really creepy."

"Mm, yes. I must admit-it sent a chill down my spine," Pestilence confesses with a small grimace.

"You really know how to hide your emotions," Noctis comments.

"Only when it concerns others."

"Ooh. Does that mean you've hidden some from us?" Prompto asked.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," she snickered in response.

Ardyn suddenly calls out to them, silencing the group. "All clear! Go ahead." He walks a few feet back toward the four, allowing them to proceed forth.

Noctis took the lead and approached the woman they fought only a week ago at Fort Vaullerey. She crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side. "So, you're the "new recruits" they sent over for "special training." Nice cover, runaway prince. At least you brought snowflake with you."

"Thanks," Prompto cheerfully replies.

The prince groaned in disbelief at his best friend not recognizing the sarcasm in the woman's tone. "Oh, c'mon!"

Aranea shook her head with a sigh, waving her hand in the air. "At ease, "recruits." There's nothing in it for this ex-mercenary to turn you in. Especially not with her around." The last part clearly being directed toward (Y/n). She directed her gaze to the ivory-haired girl with a slight smirk. "I know you were holding back during our first fight. Wouldn't want to see you in complete action unless you were fighting alongside me, snowflake."

The Horseman smiled. "I'm afraid my full potential is rather...unbefitting for human eyes. It is quite unsightly."

"Oh, yeah. Heard from some strange group of highwaymen that you've killed more than twenty of their men in just mere seconds. Gotta say, snowflake, you definitely don't look like a killer with that innocent face."

(Y/n) was somewhat relieved to know Aranea hadn't overheard from Silas' men of her status as one of the Four Horsemen. "Yes, well, Silas and his men are a cowardice bunch who wish to eradicate Eos of the weak by using a force no human could control even if the Astrals blessed it upon them themselves."

"Hmm..." Aranea hummed. "I'll keep that in mind when my men and I come across them again. We'll teach them a lesson or two."

"Please, do," Pestilence chuckled. "They deserve whatever punishment that comes their way."

The ex-mercenary grinned. "Will do, snowflake. Now, let's get this show on the road."

Prompto's eyes narrowed in bewilderment. ""Show"?"

"Forgot about your "training"? Well, I'm being paid to escort you...Just watch yourselves in there."

Ardyn overheard them and called out. "I trust you'll be civil. Commodore Aranea Highwind, I leave them to you."

Ignoring the chancellor, Aranea grabbed her helmet and pulled it snuggly over her head. "Search until sundown. It won't do you any good. If you're lookin' to get inside, you're gonna have to wait."

"(Y/n)," Ignis called out to the girl, remembering the trick she used on the entrance to Costlemark Tower.

"It seems you and I are on the same page, Ignis," she smirked at him. Walking past Aranea, she headed to the sealed entrance of the ruins. The boys and a confused ex-mercenary followed her through the murky water and up the ancient stone staircase.

The Horseman placed her hands against the frigid stone and casted a shadow spell to activate the mechanism sealing their only entrance into the ruins.

Aranea watched in amazement and merriment. "Well, well, well. Snowflake's got even more tricks up her sleeves. Nice work."

"Now we won't have to waste precious time to wait for sundown," (Y/n) exclaimed.

The five enter the ruins, Prompto eyeing the architecture around them. "What kind of place was this? Any idea, Ignis?"

"None," the jaded-eyed man responded.

"Maybe (Y/n) knows," Noctis said.

All eyes fell upon Pestilence, wondering if she could give them a little information on who once lived in such a structure since they knew she was an archaeologist in her previous life. She ran her hand across the stone wall, admiring the intricate carving method and design. "Along with the structure, all hints of who once lived here has been washed away with time. Though, I have seen such a design before on the outskirts of the Duscae region. Maybe the two are connected."

Aranea placed a hand on her hip. "Don't tell me you're a scholar, too."

"Not exactly," (Y/n) grinned. "I...am following in my father's footsteps of becoming an archaeologist." She worded her sentence carefully. She didn't want to drop hints about her true status because she had yet to find a reason to trust the ex-mercenary. There was melancholy behind her words, but it wasn't enough for the woman to detect.

"You're not just some dainty little flower these guys lug around just for looks, huh? You can kick ass anytime and are pretty knowledgeable. You're one hell of a package, snowflake."

The Horseman simply smiled as they delved deeper into the ruins. They maneuvered through countless of hallways and conjunctions leading in different directions. (Y/n) nibbles on her bottom lips when she saw a look of suspicion come across Aranea's face. "Where the hell are all the daemons? This place should be crawling with them."

Prompto briefly glanced at (Y/n), swallowing nervously. Noctis, being slightly calmer than his best friend, cleared his throat. "Maybe they're sleeping."

"You would say something like that," the blonde whispered to the prince.

When Pestilence tried to brew up a better explanation, a chill crept up her spine. She recognized the familiar presence as her eyes darted to the hallway to their left. Ignis and Aranea were the first ones to notice her strange behavior.

"(Y/n)," Ignis called out to the girl only a few feet away from him. "Is everything alright?" He heard a faint inhale of air from her slightly ajar lips before she stormed down the hallway.

"Wha-(Y/n)!" Prompto shouted as she ran away from the group.

Without hesitation, the group rushed after her. They turned various corners racing after the Horseman, but when they made another turn, she was no longer in sight. "What way do you think she went?" Noctis looked down the two pathways presented to them.

Ignis placed a hand over the pocket containing the summoning orb, but he decided against using it with Aranea currently tagging along. As he was pondering what to do next, he received a faint whiff of mock oranges. Immediately, he knew it was (Y/n)'s scent. "She's nearby," he said.

"How do you know?" Aranea questioned.

"This scent-it's hers."

The ex-mercenary sniffed the air, smelling the mock oranges. Before she could comment, everything began shaking. The group braces themselves as pebbles and a few large pieces of stone rain down around them. "An earthquake?! I thought we were done with those!" Prompto shouted over the loud rumbling.

"This isn't a natural phenomena," Ignis stated, dodging a pile of falling stones from the ceiling above.

"Since when are you an expert on earthquakes, Specs?" Noctis retorts.

"The rhythm is inharmonious."

"You think a daemon is causing the tremor?" Aranea asked.

"Or whatever creature resides in these ruins," he added.

"Guess we're in for a surprise," the woman snickered. "Better find snowflake before whatever's causing this place to shake finds her first."

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An hour passed by without anyone knowing. They had yet to find (Y/n), having lost her scent half an hour ago. With her presence no longer in the vicinity, they were attacked by several daemons. Fortunately, the boys were able to play off why the enemies were now just appearing to keep Aranea from prying.

While walking down a long stairwell, Prompto grumbled as they descended deeper into the ruins and seeing no end to the stairwell they were traveling down. "Man, how far does this go?"

"Yet a ways still," Ignis sighs.

"And we still haven't found (Y/n)," Noctis said.

"I'm sure she's fine. She can handle herself," Aranea stated. "So, which one of you is the lucky guy?"

"What do you mean?" Prompto answered her question with one of his own.

"There's no way in hell a girl like that would be traveling with you unless she's close to one of you. So, who's the boyfriend?"

"B-Boyfriend?" The gunslinger stuttered.

"Out of the three of you, I'm guessing it's you." Aranea points to Ignis, who became flabbergasted at the accusation.

Before the advisor could deny such words, Noctis interrupted him. "Uh, yeah. They've been dating a while."

Ignis' face scrunched up at the prince's words. "Yes, well..."

"Oh, definitely!" Prompto chanted with a smirk. "Iggy can't keep his hands off her. He always talkin' about her, too!"

"Prompto," Ignis scolded the younger boy.

"What?" The sharpshooter feigned shock, ignoring what consequences he would suffer from later. "I'm only telling the truth!"

Ignis held his tongue, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Aranea chuckled and grinned at him. "Didn't take you for a clingy type of guy. I'm a little shocked."

"As am I," he mumbled to himself while adjusting his glasses.

"We better find your princess before she winds up impaled by daemons or by whatever thing is making this place shake," Aranea said, patting the strategist on the shoulder.

They continued through the ruins, more daemons spawning and blocking their path. They checked around every corner and dead end for (Y/n) but still couldn't find her.

Prompto huffed, slumping his shoulders forward as they checked another room off their list, Noctis tugged at a few of his raven locks with a sigh, Ignis rolled his shoulders from the pent-upped stress of the missing girl, and Aranea simply smirked at them. She folded her arms over her chest, watching their vexation caused by their absent companion. She thought about making a comment but decided to keep from teasing them.

Further into the ruins, the group makes their way into a large central chamber. They all gasped in amazement at the beautiful architecture. "Beautiful beyond words..." Ignis gazed all around them.

"That is pretty neat," Aranea said.

Prompto wandered over to the railing and leaned over it, staring upward. "Look up!"

"Whoa-If that's the water's surface..." The ex-mercenary's voice trailed off.

"Wait, what? Does this mean we're underwater?" He spotted a various amount of fish swimming in the water above. "Whoa. There's even fish."

"The hell is this place?" Noctis muttered.

"Can we truly be submerged?" Ignis asked.

"It does seem harder to breathe," the blonde said.

"Like seeing a dream," the prince stated.

"Gladio is seriously missing out."

"Probably not his thing."

"Now, now, you can never tell," the tactician exclaimed.

Prompto, taking the opportunity of the serenity, took out his camera and snapped pictures of the central chamber. As he scanned the area with his camera for the next perfect shot, his eyes narrowed when he spotted someone standing on the railing of a bridge below. He adjusted the lens and zoomed in to get a better look. When he recognized the person, he gasped and lowered his camera. He leaned over the railing, nearly losing his balance in the process. "Hey, (Y/n)!" Everyone's attention was grabbed and they rushed over the railing to peer down at the girl.

Pestilence heard Prompto's shouting and immediately looked up. She smiled and waved at him and the others, relieving them of their stress. But, it was short-lived.

Another tremor shook the entirety of the ruins. Among the rumbling, a strange and eerie hiss resonated throughout the large chamber. "W-What was that?" Prompto stuttered in a fearful tone.

"No daemon we've encountered has made such a ruckus," Ignis responded. The group held onto the railing, bracing their bodies as rubble fell all around them. The bespectacled man's eyes landed on (Y/n), seeing as she hopped off the railing to prevent from falling. She gripped the stone tightly, avoiding a few large pieces of stone that threatened to smash her skull in.

His emerald eyes widen in horror when he saw the bridge beginning to crumble. The cracks webbed around her feet, which didn't go unnoticed by the girl. She knew the fall would injure her severely, but the wounds would heal within seconds. What she feared the most was the extreme pain she'd experience. She also couldn't focus on teleporting to safety because she couldn't properly clear her mind. Slowly, she backed away, but the cracks followed with her every step.

"Noct!" Ignis shouted just as the bridge collapsed underneath (Y/n)'s feet. Luckily, she was able to grab on a part of the bridge that wasn't crumbling at the last second to cease her plummet.

"On it!" The prince conjured his engine blade and threw it to the bridge below. The sword embedded into the sturdy portion of the bridge and he felt the familiar tug on his body as he warped. His fingers wrapped around the hilt as his feet landed on the bridge. He dispelled his blade and immediately lunged forward to grab the Horseman's hand before she slipped. "You're a handful, (Y/n)," Noctis grunted, trying to pull her up to safety. The tremor had yet to cease and made it impossible to hoist her up onto solid ground.

Pestilence was speechless as she looked up at the ravenette. She couldn't believe he's risking his life for her. "Noctis, it's too dangerous!"

"Tell that to Specs!" He retorts just as the advisor made his way down to the bridge.

Ignis arrived and tried to help (Y/n), but she refused to give him her other hand. "You two need to head to safety! Leave me!"

"We won't stand for such stubbornness," Ignis sternly proclaimed. "Give me your other hand, (Y/n)."

She stared up into his eyes and saw the resolve in them. She knew this was not the place nor the time to be stubborn. Lifting her other arm, she reached up and Ignis grabbed it. As they began pulling her upward, the magnitude of the tremor increased. From where she hung, the Horseman saw the remainder of the bridge was collapsing. Before she could even warn them, it disappeared from underneath them.

Plummeting downward, Noctis was able to warp back to Prompto and Aranea. His body hung from his blade, eyes wide with fear, as he watched (Y/n) and Ignis fall.

[magicmarkerz]

may we see the kitty .. it’s alright if not ^_^

fell asleep so i missed this but here he is ^_^

[bornofsnowandice]

Lost in the Woods Part I || AU Drabble

“Elsa!”

Turning Elsa glanced at the darkened path that laid behind her as the wind carried an echo of someone calling her name. The voice sounded vaguely familiar like the dream that nagged your mind upon awakening but you could not quite recall. Ignoring the voice Elsa turned back to the towering mist in front of her with a gasp. It was like a dark curtain had been dropped over the land obscuring the forest she heard so much about. It rippled with magic she could not quite identify, but it was magic no doubt. “I can feel you,” she muttered as she reached out her hand only to be prevented from touching the mist directly. “My magic can feel you,” Elsa muttered again as she attempted to touch the mist only to be denied a second time.

“Elsa!”

Pushing her shoulders back, Elsa stared up at the mist a moment longer in silence as she wished it would part for her. How she wanted to see what was on the other side! There was something just beyond waiting for her and she could feel it. This was where she was meant to be... “Please,” she begged softly reaching her hand forward for the third time. “I belong here,” Elsa called out hoping her pleas would work. If the owner of the voice calling to her reached her before the mist allowed her into the forest she would be made to go back to Arendelle. “I am like you,” Elsa explained as she pulled her gloves off and tossed them onto the brown grass. Closing her eyes she tried to focus on the vein of magic coursing through her body and calling it forward like plucking the string on a guitar. Opening her eyes and hands Elsa noticed the delicate snowflakes burst forth from her hands and swirl in front of her and dance towards the mist. “See,” Elsa whispered. Elsa smiled as she noticed the mist rippling and parting slightly in front of her allowing her access to the Enchanted Forest of her father’s stories. It was as if it was opening its doors and allowing her to glimpse inside if she was brave enough to take it. Glancing over her shoulder once again, Elsa looked down the deserted path. If she followed it back it would lead her straight back to Arendelle, back to her family, and back to her responsibilities. Everything she had ever known was back there waiting for her, but the forest held the answers she was seeking. “You’ll be fine Elsa,” she muttered her father’s last words to her as she turned back and stepped into the forest. “Woah,” Elsa whispered in surprise as she looked at the forest that now surrounded her. The world had exploded in vibrant hues of reds, oranges, yellows, browns, and muted greens that were truly magical. “This forest is beautiful.” Running her hand along with the bark of a nearby tree she could feel its roughness and it rubbed at her skin causing her to lift her hand slightly. Even then silence was broken only by her own footsteps on the fallen leaves. The forest seemingly had the power to mend wounded hearts. Was this really the same forest her father had been to as a boy? “Is anyone here?” Elsa called out feeling a presence following her. “Hello?” Pivoting she glanced over her shoulder but saw only unadulterated wilderness to greet her. A gentle mist had fallen over the forest she now noticed, which seemed odd since the sun had not yet fallen or had not outside the mist. The forest, however, seemed cloaked in semi-darkness and shadows. “I know you are there,” Elsa started only to be interrupted by a rustling of leaves. Okay, she could take a hint, and eagerly jogged in the direction of the noise. Perhaps whoever it was wanted to show her something. Elsa was patient and would wait if she must. She pondered calling out to the person or spirit ahead of her as their pace quickened, but instead, she jogged down the covered path trying to keep up. Elsa’s breath caught in her chest as she tried to keep up with the guiding spirit. “Slow down,” Elsa called out after a moment stopping to try and catch her breath. “I am coming,” she muttered as she resumed her frantic pace after the quickly fading noises. Halting suddenly Elsa looked up to find the scenery around her had suddenly changed. The painted forest had given way to a vast meadow painted in the brown hues of a dying grass waiting for the kiss of the first snowfall. She could see for what felt like miles and miles. “I..” She started only to feel a sudden wind rustle past her blowing her braid into her face. Wiping her hair from her face, Elsa turned to notice a structure off to her left in the open field. “Stone monoliths in a forest?” Cautiously, Elsa walked in the direction of the massive monuments. They were not built by Arendellians for sure as they preferred a more polished appearance to their stones. Her own father’s memorial stone had been made of a similar stone but this was rough and seemingly unfinished. Why would you put four such stones in a seemingly empty forest? “Why,” Elsa asked as she reached out and placed a hand on the first stone as she stood in its shadow. It was cold to her touch but not unfamiliar. She could feel the same magic radiating off it as she had felt from the mist. “Are you the same?” She asked curiously. Racking her brain, Elsa tried to think back to her father’s story from when she was a little girl. It had been hard to pay attention with Anna whispering in her ear comparing their father’s story to their own make-believe Enchanted Forest. “Far away as far north as we can go stood a very old and very enchanted forest,” Elsa started recalling the story. “But its magic wasn’t that of goblin spells and lost fairies. It was protected by the most powerful spirits of all; those of air, fire, water, and earth.” Elsa said quietly the memories coming back full force now. Slowly she went over the tale in her head until she came to the end of her father’s story. “The Spirits were enraged by the fighting and turned against us all. The spirits then vanished and a powerful mist covered the forest locking everyone out...” Elsa tilted her head as she pondered the story a bit more. In her worry about the story and the spirits, she had asked her father if he thought the forest would one day awake along with the spirits. Agnarr had answered he did not know, but they needed to be ready in case that day came. Angry magical spirit were not for the faint at heart. “Are you here?” Elsa asked as she reached out and laid her hand on the stone before her. “Air.” She touched the monolith carved with the symbol for the air before moving to place a hand on that of fire, water, and lastly earth. Instinctively, Elsa conjured up a flurry of snow as she tossed her hands up as an offering to the spirits of the forest. “Come to me,” she muttered desperately as she tossed another magical blue orb into the sky that burst into a firework of snow and ice crystals. She had never done that before! Curiously, Elsa thought of all the snowman they had made before Anna forgot as she waved her hands, and magically, the snow burst forth into perfectly round orbs and fit together to recreate the snowman from her childhood. It was as if her magic was perfectly in tune with her thoughts and not running rampant like it tended to do. Flicking her hands again, Elsa created a new flurry of snow that settled in the pattern of an elaborately carved ice fountain. “What else can I do,” she told herself as she looked around her once more and to the stone carvings looming over her. “What can you do?” She asked only to receive more silence as an answer. Biting her lip, Elsa turned her back to the monuments figuring they held no more secrets they wished to give away just yet. Still, the wind had seemingly lead her there for a reason. “I am ready to listen,” Elsa called out hoping the forest would give her another sign. “Can you show me?” Elsa asked as she raised her hands shooting out more ice fractals and snow into the air. She could feel the magic inside her growing every day and it scared her. What if it kept growing and she hurt Anna again? Hurt her mother or Arendelle? She needed to find the answers of how to control her magic here in this forest. Sighing Elsa raised her hands again summoning more of her magic. Something had to be there watching her and listening to her pleas. Yet, this time, the wind swept across the plains and blew her snow back in her face. “That’s not funny,” she said with a laugh wiping the snow from her face and hair. “Okay, it’s a little funny,” Elsa admitted as she glanced around her surroundings again. “Have you decided to come back out again?” She said to the wind again, to the air spirit. With a shake of her head, Elsa laughed as she summoned up another burst of snow watching the wind pick it up, swirl it around, and create a swirl of sparkling snow in the sky before dropping it again on her head making hair and clothes sparkle. Only this time when the wind blew the snowflakes off Elsa herself they settled into familiar objects; a horse, a fire, and what appeared to be an Arendellian soldier. Frozen moments in time. “Are you trying to tell me something,” Elsa asked as she reached out and touched the frozen memories intrigued. “I don’t know what it is.” She admitted with a laugh as she glanced around at the frozen statues knowing she didn’t know but she wanted to find out. As if to answer her question, Elsa caught glimpse of lights dancing off in the distance. Red and blue flames dancing along the horizon creating a spectacular light show only rivaled by the aurora that lit up Arendelle from time to time. Cocking her head to the side, Elsa wondered if the forest was trying to tell her something else. Well, there was only one way to find out. “Come on, Gale,” she said to the wind, the name oddly popping into her head unexpectedly as if she had known it all along. As if to answer her question, Elsa felt the Wind Spirit rustle through her hair and wrap around her before dancing off to her left. Laughing she summoned up more snow and shot it off in Gale’s direction watching the wind pick it up and weave a path of light and magic to lead her way. Pulling her hair down, Elsa felt it whip in the wind and could not help but laugh. This feeling it felt like freedom; freedom she never had in Arendelle! Tossing up jets of magical snow, Elsa laughed again as she turned and sprinted after Gale, the Wind Spirit, and the forest.

All thoughts of the voice calling her back to Arendelle forgotten...

[sweet-cool-twins]

InaGO HospitalTrio Fanfic

My therapist told me to start writing to slowly gain back my interest and happiness in life. So here it is. It mainly focuses on what might have been a relationship for Yuuichi, Taiyou, and Shindou (I have no clue what they’re called, I call them HospitalTrio). There is Yuuichi x Taiyou (HospitalShip, I call it YuuTai) cuz I find their relationship the purest and most supportive ever. And due to my circumstances, I felt I relate more to Yuuichi better than before. So this fic is dedicated to him and how much I wish for his happiness. The romance is mostly pining on Taiyou’s part. I’m unsure about Yuuichi as he’s oblivious yet still teases Taiyou to see him flustered. 

Yuuichi woke up at about nine in the morning on his hospital bed. It was a peaceful sleep, and it seemed he woke up to a lovely morning as well. The sun rays shone into the room from the hospital windows, inviting a warm feeling into his often plain looking room. The curtains bristled from the light breeze outside, and Yuuichi could briefly smell the scent of flowers from the hospital garden. The dark blue haired eighteen-year-old boy smiled, the mole near his lips twitching along with the movement, and his brown eyes glistened with joy.

Today seems to be a good day... He thought to himself.

"Ah Yuuichi-kun, you're awake." A certain nurse called from his room's door. The boy, Yuuichi, turned his head from the window where the voice was, seeing the familiar purple hair and blueish eyes from his regular nurse, Fuyuka. "Good morning!" She said with a smile.

"Good morning, Fuyuka-san," Yuuichi replied in greeting as Fuyuka walked pass his bed and to his bedside to help lift the top half for the dark-haired boy to sit up.

"Any plans for today?" Fuyuka asked. Proceeding to move the wheelchair stationed at the corner of the room, to have it placed at the young lad's bedside, and nearer to the door for ease of mobility if Yuuichi wants to leave the room. His legs maybe unable to move, but he is strong enough to carry himself to and fro his wheelchair.

"Not right now. I think my younger brother is coming to see me in the evening, but that's all that I have for the day. Is there something going on?" Fuyuka giggled with mirth, causing Yuuichi to blink in confusion.

"We have a new patient who just got admitted here yesterday. I think you should meet him," Fuyuka said with an air of knowledge around her. Yuuichi continued his confused blinking at her, hoping she would explain in details to clear the questions in his head. "Things come when you least expect it. It might spark something special. Enjoy your breakfast, Yuuichi-kun." With that the purple-haired nurse left the room, leaving Yuuichi to ponder what she meant by that.

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"I'm bored, Yuuichi-san~" Amemiya Taiyou, a thirteen-year-old boy in the same pale blue hospital clothing as Yuuichi, with orange-hair styled like the sun, whined as he stretched out his arms across Yuuichi's bed from where he sat on the visitor's chair beside Yuuichi. He then took out a pencil and balanced it on the bridge between his nose and mouth, his aqua blue eyes narrowed in concentration. It was after lunch and the first-year Junior High student sneaked out of his room to accompany the young lad who was in the room beside his. Not that Yuuichi was bored, but he appreciated the younger's efforts since he was mostly stuck in his room.

"Taiyou-kun, I understand that you want to play soccer, but you've just finished your heart surgery after that match with Raimon Junior High. You shouldn't do any intensive activities." Taiyou puffed his cheeks in a pout, amazingly still balancing the pencil.

"I know, but I REALLY want to play soccer!"

"Taiyou-kun, please think of other things besides soccer. You've really made me worried when I saw you on the field yesterday." Taiyou flinched by the young lad's words, recalling his recent match between his school, Arakumo Academy, and Raimon Junior High that caused his already weak heart to worsen. He fixed his attention to Yuuichi, watching the brown in his eyes swirl in worry and disappointment. Taiyou dropped his head and lips to a frown, his eyes focused on his fingers fidgeting on his lap. He let the pencil fall on the bed. It did a light bounce before rolling a little and stopping near Yuuichi's leg.

"I'm sorry, Yuuichi-san. I didn't mean to worry you. I just really miss soccer." Yuuichi sighed heavily from his nose, his shoulders dropped from its tensed position. The older male believed the younger knew he had done wrong and need not be reprimanded. Although this same scene had happened several times too many that Yuuichi sometimes wondered if the younger knew the severity of his illness. The navy-haired boy answered with the same phrase he always said whenever this scene repeated itself.

"Please take care of your health. We've promised each other to play soccer together in the future once your heart and my legs are fixed." Yuuichi paused as he shifted his gaze elsewhere, reminiscing something far away, "And I don't blame you. I miss soccer too..." Yuuichi subconsciously rubbed his left knee which was his immobile leg, the one that was injured by the fall. This action did not miss Taiyou's eyes. The orange-haired boy quickly grasped the older boy's hands. The other lad looked up at Taiyou and noticed he had a determined look in his eyes.

"Yuuichi-san, I'm sorry for forgetting about our promise. I'll do my best to recover so that you won't have to worry anymore!" Taiyou gave a warm-hearted smile. Sensing that confidence, the navy-haired boy returned the smile and nodded his head. He would trust Taiyou that he would set on healing his health this time.

"Alright, Taiyou-kun."

"Anyway Yuuichi-san," Taiyou diverted the conversation as he removed his hands from Yuuichi's and placed them palms down on the bed, "I've heard there's a new patient from Raimon in the hospital." Taiyou grinned with his teeth. Yuuichi blinked in confusion similar to his response with Fuyuka that morning. So the new patient mentioned by Fuyuka is from Raimon? Could it be they are in the soccer club too? He was unaware that a student from the same school as his brother was in the hospital. At the same time, what are the chances if it was someone from the soccer club? Not understanding what was going on, Yuuichi decided to voice his question.

"From Raimon?"

"The new patient is Raimon Soccer club's captain, Shindou Takuto!" Taiyou lifted his arms like he was displaying whatever was up in the sky. Yuuichi stared at his hospital friend. Shindou Takuto? The second-year Raimon captain? The team that helped his younger brother, Tsurugi Kyousuke, enjoy soccer again. Yuuichi instantly felt a sense of curiosity and felt like meeting him. He wanted to thank his brother's teammate for letting him fit in and play the soccer that both brothers love. Although, why was the captain of the Raimon soccer team admitted to hospital? He did not get injured, did he? Yuuichi was only able to watch the broadcast of the Holy Road match on television and was unaware of any other person hurt as the viewing ended once the match was over. The only ones who probably knew the outcome would be the people who were physically at the scene. His brother was unable to inform him of any updates as visiting hours were over by the time the caravan reached Inazuma town.

"Shindou-kun? Why is he here? Is he alright?" Yuuichi asked his question in concern. Taiyou returned to his previous sunken mood.

"He fainted after our match. It seemed he pushed himself too hard after getting hurt during it..." Taiyou flinched again once Yuuichi's frowned in disapproval, "I-it's isn't my fault, Yuuichi-san!"

"All you soccer freaks and your passion for soccer..." Yuuichi sighed in disappointment, in which Taiyou smiled warmly in response.

"You are one too you know, Yuuichi-sa- Eh?" Taiyou halted his teasing at his friend when the dark blue-haired boy pulled his wheelchair closer to his bedside, "Yuuichi-san?" The older of the two gave a determined smile on his face when he replied to the younger.

"Come on, let's go visit Shindou-kun."

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A brownish-grey, shoulder-length, wavy-haired boy was in his hospital room watching a soccer match on the television in front of him. He had maroon brownish eyes and had on a pale brown hospital gown different from the regular one due to his family status. It was then when he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in!" He called. Maroon orbs followed the two new visitors who entered the room. One, he recognises as Amemiya Taiyou, was pushing the other in a wheelchair to the bedside. "Uhm. Can I help you two?"

"Hi, Shindou-kun! I'm Taiyou! Remember me from the previous match?" The patient of the room, now known as Shindou, replied.

"Y-yeah I remember you. It’s great to see that you're alright. Uhm...and you are?" Shindou referred to the blue-haired lad in the wheelchair, who smiled back as he replied,

"My name's Tsurugi Yuuichi. Nice to meet you, Shindou-kun." The brown-haired captain's eyes widened upon hearing the familiar surname of his teammate.

"Tsurugi?! Are you related to..."

"Yes. Kyousuke is my younger brother. Thank you for taking care of him." Shindou, upon hearing the senior thanking him, felt an immense sense of gratitude and firmly replied,

"Ah, it's nothing." Shindou waved his right hand back and forth in denial. He calmly placed both his hands on his blanket and smiled in return, "He's helped us score many of Raimon's goals. Without him, we wouldn't be able to reach the finals." Yuuichi's heartwarming smile widened upon hearing his younger brother's praises.

"Thank you, Shindou-kun. I hope Kyousuke's able to help Raimon to victory." Shindou's smile widened as well, pleased with the answer.

"I hope so too."

"Anyway, we're here to welcome you to Raimon General Hospital," Taiyou piped up from his spot behind Yuuichi. "The two of us are here in the hospital most of the time, so we're glad to see another familiar face!"

"He means that he's glad to find another soccer freak in this hospital," Yuuichi teased with an innocent smile on his lips.

"That's mean, Yuuichi-san!" Taiyou frowned at the navy-haired boy, his eyebrows narrowed towards each other to show his displeasure, although his eyes twinkled in merry as if he was not offended by the older lad's words. Yuuichi ignored the burning stare behind him and turned his head to slightly address Taiyou, a knowing smile on his face.

"At least I can control my love for it by staying in my room." The orange-haired boy's cheeks turned red by that comment. 

“Yuuichi-sannn!” His cheeks puffed out more in anger and embarrassment, while Yuuichi chuckled into his hands at his successful teasing. Meanwhile, Shindou sat on his bed staring at the scene in front of him in surprise. He was indeed shocked to find the brother of his most cool teammate teasing the kind and loyal captain of possibly the strongest team his team has ever faced. It was more shocking to see the kind and loyal captain react so cutely(?) to the teasing. Shindou subconsciously opened his mouth to mumble.

"You two...are very close." That comment made both boys turn their attention to Shindou. Yuuichi blinked in confusion, while Taiyou's eyes grew to the size of saucers and the redness on his face grew to cover his whole face.

"I-it's not like that?!" The blushing boy exclaimed.

"Is that so? Well, we are the only ones here who love soccer, so we tend to spend more time with each other. Taiyou-kun is the one coming to my room most of the time though." The innocent smile on Yuuichi appeared back on his face.

"Y-y-Yuuichi-san!" If Taiyou's cheeks could flush any stronger, it was this moment. He buried his face into his hands, trying inevitably to hide his red face. Shindou, finding the Arakumo Academy's captain flustered amusing, started laughing along with Yuuichi.

"S-Shindou-san, you too?!"

"S-sorry! You're acting very differently from how you were during our match. Yuuichi-san brings this side of you very well," Shindou hinted in amusement, which flew over Yuuichi's head but caught Taiyou's attention.

"Shindou-san! Stoppppp!" Even if Yuuichi did not catch the hint by Shindou, he was still bemused by his orange-haired friend. He watched as Taiyou tried to physically force down his blush to no avail. It was funny to see his friend appear so flustered, but Yuuichi thought it was time to tone down their teasing on the first-year.

"Alright, I think it's almost five soon. Kyousuke is going to visit me later so I have to get back." Yuuichi once again rotated his head to the boy behind him. "Taiyou-kun, could you help me back to my room? We can continue talking to Shindou-kun tomorrow." A red tinge of red was still present on the orange-haired captain after he removed his hands from his face, much to the amusement to the other two. Taiyou nodded, mind in a mild blur from the constant teasing by his seniors. He quickly recovered, grabbed the handle of Yuuichi's wheelchair and pushed him towards the door. Both visitors rounded their heads back to wave goodbye to the Raimon captain. "Goodbye, Shindou-kun." Yuuichi said first.

"See you tomorrow, Shindou-san!" Taiyou followed. With that, the door closed shut, leaving Shindou alone in his room once more. The Raimon captain settled comfortably on his bed and continued watching the television.

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The two patients were making their way down the hall to the lifts to go down a level where their rooms were located.

"Are you alright, Taiyou-kun? Sorry for teasing you earlier," Yuuichi asked in concern, his head stayed facing forward as it was a bit hard to turn his head around to look at Taiyou while the wheelchair was moving.

"I-I'm fine, Yuuichi-san! Don't worry about me!" Taiyou shuttered out in embarrassment. Yuuichi did not believe the orange-haired boy but decided to patiently let it go.

"If you say so..."

"Taiyou-kun, Yuuichi-kun, there you two are!" The two boys looked up to find Nurse Fuyuka standing in front of them.

"Fuyuka-san?" Taiyou and Yuuichi called her with a querying tone in their voice.

"I was worried when I couldn't find both of you in your rooms, but I'm glad to see you two at this level." The nurse expressed her glee with her smile and turned her attention to Yuuichi. "You have met Shindou-kun, right? How is he, Yuuichi-kun? Did he meet your expectations?" Both boys blinked in confusion. Taiyou as he did not know what was going on, while Yuuichi had a tingling feeling he knew what she was referring to. He opened his mouth to ask,

"Fuyuka-san, the special patient...is Shindou-kun?" Fuyuka nodded in reply.

"He's your brother's teammate. I thought you might want to get to know him. Except Taiyou-kun beat me at introducing the both of you. I was thinking of letting you two meet at one of the lounges."

"I see. I'm glad Kyousuke has kind team members to rely on. It's relieving to hear that. Even if we didn't get to meet as you would've wanted, thanks for informing me about him," Yuuichi voiced what he had felt. He was indeed relieved to know that his younger brother is doing well and to have met Shindou. He's grateful towards Fuyuka and Taiyou for getting him to meet the brownish-grey haired boy.

"You're welcome." Yuuichi and Fuyuka gave each other a thankful smile.

"Eh? Fuyuka-san, why didn't you tell me about Shindou-san? I want to meet him too!" The purple-haired nurse had her lips in a frown.

"You've already met him in the match, Taiyou-kun..." Fuyuka then had her hands on the sides of her hips in an angry stance.

"Also, you found out through sneaking out, didn't you? What did I tell you about resting?"

"Hehehe..." Taiyou chuckled weekly. Fuyuka sighed before she spoke,

"Well, let's bring you two back to your rooms. Visiting hours are starting soon." Fuyuka made her way to the back of Yuuichi's wheelchair, in which Taiyou stepped aside to give space for the nurse. The three of them made their way back to their rooms. All the while, Yuuichi had a pleased smile on his face.

Today is a good day.

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I hope I have done the characters' justice. Let me know what you guys think! Any improvements to be made? I'll be happy to hear from you guys!

[uno-reverse-fic]

Chapter 14

Blood and tears streamed down your face and stained your shirt. The cold glass of the jar chilled you to the bone. Your hunger stabbed at your stomach, and every part of your body was aching in pain. You were shaking, partly from the glass beneath you, partly from the previous events. You felt so alone, your feelings, thoughts, and pain overwhelmed you, almost entirely blocking out the our side world. The jar was gently lifted and you could almost hear a voice talking but it was drowned out by the ringing in your ears. You felt movement, as if you were being carried swiftly somewhere, you looked up and saw a blurred figure of a person. They ducked behind a corner and slid down into a seated position, you could hear the voice again, it was still unrecognizable through the ringing. The lid was unscrewed and you felt yourself sliding gently into an open palm. The ringing had calmed down and the person spoke again,

"Deru, your bleeding! Can you hear me?" You barely heard the voice, but you still knew who it was. You slowly opened your eyes, and there sat a blurred figure of a green-haired teenage boy, the look of concern evident on his face even though it was barely recognizable through the dizziness and tears. His fingers curled gently around you, in an attempt to comfort your tiny, shivering form. As he stood up he began to speak again, but you could already feel yourself slowly fading into unconsciousness. Despite your strength and sturdy build, you were low on energy and willpower, on top of that you were and inch tall and could only take so much. The heat of Izuku's palm warmed you, the darkness inviting you to visit it once again, tempting you to give in again to its odd comfort, and you listened, giving into it once again.

This time instead of waking up right away you had a dream, though it was more like taunting visions. Bakugo's face flashed through your mind, his words stinging you even in your unconscious state. You could feel fear and sadness take over again as the image of him in your mind flashed over and over. Soon you felt something shake you violently awake, your eyes shot open and you became aware of the water pouring from your eyes and the sweat on your forehead.

You were sitting on a large desk and as you turned your head you jumped at the unexpected image you saw. Midoriya's face was half under the desk, his emerald orbs peered at you with intense worry. One hand tightly gripped the edge of the table while the other was reached out slightly towards you. You had expected the frustrated expression of a certain ash-blonde looming over you, but you were instead met at a level height with giant bright green eyes, filled with concern and possibly even a bit of fear.

"Sorry for waking you so suddenly, you're didn't look like you were doing to good. You've been passed out for a few hours now. You can go back to sleep if you want." His eyes moving were the only sort of expression you could see from him, at least until he raised up a bit so you could see the rest of his face.

"I'm going to go to sleep, see you in the morning." He stood up and started to pull his hand away, you would normally be fine with this but something kicked on in your brain. Almost like a switch had been turned on, one that you didn't even know existed. A sudden urge to be with someone at all times, and your body instinctively stumbled forward and latched itself onto Midoriya's index finger.

"No! I-I... I don't want to be left alone again." You could feel Izuku's wide-eyed gaze staring down at you.

"But... I have to go to sleep," Midoriya said tiredness evident in his voice

"its 1:07 in the morning, and I've- we've got school tomorrow."

"I can sleep with you!" You chimed in looking upwards into his bright green eyes. Midoriya pondered this for a minute before gently pulling his hand away and scooping you up into it. He held you close to his chest as he walked drowsily across the room. As he laid down you could feel him press his hand on top of you, and once again you were pinned under the weight of a massive hand.

This night was a sleepless one, every time you closed your eyes you saw his face, the memory of Bakugo played on repeat over and over again in your head. You could feel tears escaping from your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. All you wanted was for this nightmare to be over, you just wanted everything back to normal.

"Why me... why did it have to be me?" Everything hurt, the pain that swelled inside of you only added to your inability to sleep. On top of everything you were still starving, it had been days since you had eaten. You felt Izuku move his hand off of you, the comforting warmth left you, but only for a moment before it returned. His fingers wrapped around your body and pulled you towards his head, stopping where his neck met his chest. As his hand pulled away you stumbled backwards and fell, earning a light laugh from the teenage boy. The sound resonated from beneath you, but it wasn't as unsettling as you thought it would have been. You felt at peace for once, and despite the fact that you couldn't sleep, you felt the closet to it than you had been all night.

Before you knew it the alarm clock was ringing in your ears, and a loud slamming sound was heard before the beeping was ceased. You jumped at the sudden noise and then again at a giant hand in front of you. As Midoriya wrapped his fingers around you once again he spoke,

"What am I gonna do with you while I'm in school?" He directed it more towards himself but you answered him anyway.

"I'm coming with you! You are NOT leaving me here!" Your muffled voice sounded from inside his closed hand.

"Ok fine." He said as he sat up. You heard the opening of a drawer and panic struck through your brain. He lowered his hand and placed you down on the inside of the makeshift 'prison' as you liked to call it. As he pulled away you made an attempt to jump and grab onto his hand again, but you were low on energy and sleep and your efforts were easily overpowered by gravity. You landed square on your back and the collision with the floor sent pain flowing through you once again. You looked up once more to see Izuku's face, which was filled with concern, before you were once again plunged into darkness.

"I'll be back soon, I promise." You heard his voice which was soon followed by retreating footsteps and the sound of the door opening and closing. You laid on the floor in total darkness, no light whatsoever peeked in through cracks and crevices. After what felt like forever the sound of the door and more footsteps were heard.

"I'm back. I brought you something to eat." Midoriya said as the desk drawer was pulled open. Light suddenly flooded into view, and temporarily blinded you, but after your eyes adjusted you saw Midoriya peering at you with a joyed expression. You turned over onto your side and curled up in a ball.

"I'm not hungry." You told him, which the both of you knew was a lie, especially your stomach, which despite your orders not to groaned extremely loud. Midoriya reached his hand down next to you and began stroking your back with his index finger.

"Are you petting me?" You asked as you turned your head to look at him. His face turned a bright shade of red,

"Uhh n-no I w-was just—" he cut off his awkward stuttering and sighed

"I was just trying to make sure you were ok." He really did care about you, but you had been too scared to admit it. You sat upwards and looked up at him once again, smiling softly.

"Ok I need to shut the drawer again real quick, is that ok?" You frowned but nodded anyway, you trusted him more than anyone else right now. He slid the drawer shut, but made sure there was enough light for you to see. You heard a few more drawers open and close as well as hangers in a closet sliding back and forth. The drawer opened again a few minutes later, and you looked up to see Izuku in his uniform.

He reached his hand down in the drawer towards you. Your chest was pinned lightly between his forefinger and thumb as he lifted you out, but this time instead of being placed on a desk he brought you towards the inside of his blazer and slid you inside the pocket that had been conveniently placed there. Midoriya grabbed his backpack and left his dorm room and for the first time in a while you felt yourself relax. Your tensed muscles calmed down, finally you felt safe and stress free. As he ran down the pavement to the main school building his blazer swayed a bit from the wind blowing past him, further claiming you down to an almost sleep-like state. Almost.

MASTERLIST

[ikemenfics]

Every Kiss Begins With...Chocolate?

A Mitsuhide birthday and a bottle of sake later…

Me: ….the hell I just write?

Word Count: 2817

Note: Thanks to @acrispyapple for letting me steal her banner phrase for all of this.  Should you come to regret this choice, I will remove the phrase.

You sat up, stretching your arms above your head, working the last vestiges of sleep from your system.  You glanced, seeing light from outside bathing your quarters in a golden glow.  “A pretty day,” you mused, “I wonder what I’ll be doing today.”

SUDDENLY

The room seemed to warp as a tear appeared in the fourth wall, a figure decked in white stepping forth.  He gave a bow, a gloved hand moving towards his chest in an elegant flourish.

“Pardon me,” he said, his face all smiles as emerald eyes glimmered at you, “My name is Edgar and I have been commanded to bring you this.”  He reached into nowhere and pulled out a bag, handing it to you, stating, “I was told that this will bring joy to this day.”  With that, he stepped back into the tear he had created, and brandishing a rapier, used the tip to zip up the tear, leaving your room just as it was before his appearance.

(That...was odd) You glanced down at the bag he’d given you, turning it over to read the label, “Hershey’s….” you murmured, utterly confounded.  (He said it’d be joy...I think I should take this with me)  You stood and dressed, tucking the bag of chocolatey goodness into your bag.

Walking the halls, it wasn’t long before you found a member of the new family you had been blessed with for your Sengoku stay.

“Mornin’, lass,” his easy voice greeted you with a grin.  You smiled and greeted him back, your treat bag scrunching as you moved into your formal bow.  “Whatcha got in there?”

“Oh,” you paused, opening the noisy purse a little, showing him the candy bag underneath, “I was given this.”  You decidedly did not mention who or how said this was given.  “It’s to bring joy to this day,” you offered cheerfully.

His brow quirked as he examined the contents of your purse, “How’s that, lass?”

You smiled, reaching into the bag, and pulled out one of the teardrop pieces, “The village I come from, they’re called ‘kisses’.”

Masamune nabbed the small bit of Hershey’s from your fingers, examining the shiny wrapping.  “Lass,” Masamune’s voice sounded disappointed but patient, almost like he was explaining a concept to a stubborn child, “this isn’t a kiss.”  He leaned forward, his singular eye glittering as the cat-eyed the mouse, “Let me demonstrate a kiss-”

Your hands were up, pushing his face away, “No.  Nope nope nope nope.  Not gonna do it.”  Masaume frowned down at you, miffed you spoiled his opening, “They’re called kisses, not because of that, but because they’re small ‘kisses of chocolate.’  You eat them.”

Masamune eyed the chocolate, then you, and said, “Your village sounds stranger and stranger, kitten.”  

“No, wait!  You have to unwrap the foil off them first!”  You cried, the image of Masamune eating aluminum.  Masamune looked at the alien food again a moment longer.  An idea struck him, then.  He grinned then, snagging your purse, and the Kisses, from your unprepared hand.  The sapphire storm was halfway out of sight, calling behind him, “Thanks for the kisses.  I’ll put them to good use, lass.”

(Th-that…..one eyed dragon!  Wait...Good use?) You took off after him, ready to call a protest, and rounded the corner finding two more warlords.

“Look at her,” the blond one stated, his eyes full of what you had come to realize was mock awe, “Just charges on without looking.  How are you still alive?”

“You shouldn’t run in the halls,” Hideyoshi chided.  

Your eyes frantically found Masamune, watching you from his sparkly orb.  “Hey, Hideyoshi,” he called, “got something for ya.”

Hideyoshi frowned, “You sound like Mitsuhide.  First, tell me what it is?”

Masamune’s face looked about the same as when he hit the battlefield.  (That face doesn’t bode well…)  “It’s from the lass.  Got enough for everyone.” (Ok...that’s...not so bad.  But I don’t think Hideyoshi will take to sweets)

Hideyoshi’s gaze turned towards you, eagerness almost surfacing before he snuffed it down deep, “Alright.  If it’s from the Princess, I won’t refuse.”  Masamune placed a drop in Hideyoshi’s waiting hand, leaving the latter warlord to look at it in confusion.  “What is that?”

“It’s this,” Masamune responded, grabbing the other warlord and pressing his lips to Hideyoshi’s.  Your eyes nearly fell from your head as you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.  Hideyoshi’s expression practically mirrored yours, his lids wide open and shock freezing him a moment before he forcefully shoved Masamune away.

“MASAMUNE, HOW DARE-”

Masamune had already moved, his aim the grouch whose proverbial jaw landed on the floor.  As soon as he realized the warlord of Oshu was gaining on him, he shook his head, “Don’t even think about i-”

Masamune chucked the snack at Ieyasu, the latter’s movements shifting immediately to catch it, leaving him entirely open.  Masamune used the distraction and his larger size and seized Ieyasu in a kiss of his own. Muffled protests met your ears and the kiss was suddenly over.  

“I am rubbing poison ivy on your bandages from now on!”

You ran between the two fuming men, shouting apologies, but couldn’t stay to explain as the veritable tiger man was already prowling for his next victim.

(Oh no...Mitsunari...run…) You pleaded, your tongue apparently no longer working in the current state of affairs.

“Good morning Masamune-sama,” the cheerful voice greeted.  “Oh, and Hideyoshi-sama, too.”  Mitsunari bowed to his lord.  “Ah, Ieyasu-sama, good mor-”

“It is certainly NOT a good morning,” el porcupine announced, “and you should run before THAT menace does something you can’t understand.”

“Understand?”  Mitsunari blinked.

“Got something for ya.”

Mitsunari held out his hand, all innocence and smiles, and received his present.  “Oh-” was all he got out before Masamune lips were on his.  Mitsunari didn’t move, the kiss ending and Mitsunari’s nervous laughter filling the hall.  “Oh dear, Masamune-sama.”

“Masamune,” Hideyoshi strode, “what is the meaning of all this?”

“Ask her,” Masamune thumbed your direction and started laughing, “she said she had these things.  They’re kisses that you eat.”

Eyes blinked and you shuffled feeling a bit on the spot.  “They’re kisses of chocolate…” you murmured, bashful.

“How do you eat a kiss?  Do you use your teeth?”  Mitsunari pondered.

“You’re special, you know that?” Ieyasu muttered.

“Nah, that’s biting.  It’s like kissing, but there’s a winner,” Masamune answered the angel in purple.  

Hideyoshi snorted at that, “Ok, but why are you running around assaulting everyone?”

“Because, I told you,” Masamune answered as if it were 100% sane and sensible, “she has kisses for everyone.  So I’m giving you kisses.”  Groans met him.

“Who is giving who kisses?” A low voice interrupted.  Everyone turned, finding the snowy-haired warlord viewing the spectacle with amusement.

“I am,” Masamune announced, taking Mitsuhide’s hand to press a chocolate into it.  Mitsuhide didn’t even look at the item before Masa’s mouth was firmly against his own.  Hideyoshi fought, Ieyasu protested, Mitsunari just took it, all the while Mitsuhide seemed to be studying, and you were faint with a weird sense of either hysteria or giddiness, you weren’t sure.

Masamune backed off and found Mitsuhide’s watching him in quiet bemusement.  “Kisses you say,” Mitsuhide brought the confection up to examine, “well, allow me to return your gift.”  Mitsuhide nabbed Masamune and both found themselves locked in embrace again, Masa grunting in surprise but offering no resistance.

“Mitsuhide,” Hideyoshi interjected, clearly about to announce he was done with the nonsense, “don’t encourage him!  We have to attend a war council.”

The M’s parted, but Masa pressed the chocolate to Mitsuhide’s chest once more, snagging another peck before sauntering away, “No takebacks!”

“Ugh,” Ieyasu pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’ve got three headaches and all are M’s…”

“Least he’ll be on time for today’s meeting,” Hideyoshi grumbled.  (Silver linings, I suppose)

The meeting was like all meetings, much of it worrying you, scaring you, and then going over your head.  It was easy to tune it out to contemplate your own issues, like getting home, Sasuke, did you still have a job waiting for you.

“That sounds like the best strategy,” Nobunaga was saying, you almost going back to your thoughts when he gave the ending question, “Anything else we need to discuss?”

(Yay, meeting’s over!)

“I have something,” Masamune proclaimed.  Velvety blue turned to stare at you and your heart sank.

(Oh.  My.  God.  No...we’re all gonna die…)

You were trying not to heave as Masamune reached into that accursed bag, “I have a gift for you, my lord.”

Cinnamon eyes warmed in anticipation, “There is no ceremony that demands a gift to me.” (Yes, Nobunaga, tell him no!)  “But,” your heart fell somewhere beneath the floorboards (If only my ceiling ninja could be under the floor to save me!), “I will not deny a present from my subject.”  He held out his hand, expectantly.

Masamune moved close, placing the foil-wrapped item into Nobunaga’s hand.  Nobunaga glanced at it, dubiously.  “What’s this?”

Masamune looked almost as evil as the devil himself as he went for the kill-I mean kiss.  He tilted his head, fitting his mouth fully over the devil king’s and the entire room seemed to explode into action.  

“How dare you assault our lord, Masamune!”

“I always knew you were suicidal…”

“So how is this eating kisses?”

“I will miss him so.”

Your lungs constricted, but Nobunaga seemed to just go with the impromptu makeout session, his eyes open as he examined the One-Eyed Madman.  

Masamune backed away, Nobunaga carnelian orbs assessing his general, “That was a brave move, Date Masamune.”  You held your breath, praying to anyone listening that Masamune not die or be horribly maimed today.  After all, this was the man that beat a maid over a stick and killed a man over rice.  “But that doesn’t answer the question of what this is.”

Masamune smirked, “According to the lass it does.”  Six men were suddenly staring at you and you were sure your whole body was probably red.  “She calls them kisses.  So I gave you a kiss.”

“This is not a kiss, Masamune.”  Nobunaga held up the sweet.

“I told her.  I’ve been spending the day showing her what kisses are.”

“Is THAT why you’ve assaulted everyone today?”  Hideyoshi’s outburst went ignored.

Nobunaga’s gaze bored holes into your very soul and set it on fire.  “My lucky charm really doesn’t know what a kiss is?”  He smiled then and you knew you were entirely done for if something didn’t happen, quick.

“They’re…” your words were breathy and you were light-headed, this whole fiasco turning you sheepish, “called chocolate kisses.  Because it’s like a kiss of milk chocolate.”

“Come,” that singular command.  You did your best not tremble as you approached the dais.  Nobunaga shifted, leaving his cushion to pull you up, settling you onto the vacated spot.  Warmth seeped in through your knees from the previous occupant.  Fingers grabbed your chin, forcing your head upward.  His head drew near, while his hand moved to grab your, placing something small into it.  

Your mind barely registered that he’d given you the chocolate kiss Masamune had previously awarded before Nobunaga’s lips sealed over your own.  You gave a questioning, “mmph.” Your eyes wide, but surprise had you unable to move.  

His kiss ended, leaving you flustered all over.  “Well, for treating Masamune to all these kisses for him to spread,” Nobunaga announced, gesturing to the others, “Everyone who has received a kiss in her honor now gets a chance to return the favor.  You all may approach.”

Of course, Masa was first, “Since I got the first kiss…” Masamune didn’t finish, lips snagging yours even as the denial that he was given that type of kiss could even fully rise from your throat.  It was rough, just like the man giving it, and you could feel his teeth pressing into you before he withdrew.  He grinned at you, and you swore if he had two eyes, one would wink at you.

Ieyasu came second, “Don’t get me wrong.  I’m just getting this over with.”  Ieyasu’s kiss trailed over your top lip, then your bottom, before taking you full-on, leaving you to whimper in its wake.  When it was over, jade stared at you, a smirking triumph gracing Ieyasu’s features as he stepped away.

Hideyoshi followed suit, “As my lord commands.”  When his tongue probed, you opened your mouth, your logic far far away -probably jettisoned 500 years into the future at this point- leaving you to just revel in all of it.  The hot appendage traced over the roof of your mouth, your moan low and guttural.  (I knew he was a ladies’ man, but holy cats he’s a great kisser).  You almost fell over as Hideyoshi left, his own cheeks ruddy as he whispered something your ears couldn’t catch.

Mitsunari stepped up, his visage about the same shade as you were certain yours was.  “Please accept this,” he bowed formally, his lips ghosting over your own.  Sensations lit your senses on fire as his tongue traced your shape.  That tease was all you got before he backed away, “Please excuse me…”

A silver fox was all that was left.  His lips were shaped in what could only be called utter glee as he observed your discomforts.  “Don’t think that I’ll go easy on you just because everyone got to tease you today, Princess.”  You closed your eyes, giving a soft whine of you weren’t quite sure you were going to allow yourself to identify what emotion as Mitsuhide closed in on you.  The scene behind your eyelids darkened as he moved close, warmth pressing to your forehead.  (Oh thank goodness…)  Mitsuhide gave a soft grunt of mirth and Mitsuhide was gone.

You were moving to also leave when a heavy hand fell on your shoulder.  Oda Nobunaga held up the Hershey’s Kiss to your eyes and you realized  (oh no...he stuck it in his mouth).  He demanded, “How are you supposed to eat this?”

Your voice was weak, all the roller coaster of the day leaving you in a state of odd euphoria as you answered, “You’re...supposed to take the foil...off.”

And that, Sasuke, is how I wound up being kissed by six warlords.

“Your intense face tells me the news from Azuchi is serious,” Shingen all but purred, the idea that his great enemy was in a bind filling him with joy.

“His army marches, then?  We are going to war?”  Kenshin, smiled as well, stroking the sword that scarce left his side.

“Sasuke,” Yukimura called, “Hey Sasuke.  You aren’t answering…”

The green ninja in question’s face was unreadable, as always, leaving the other three to question incessantly as he stared at the letter you had sent him.  He stood, excusing himself before leaving the room, Yukimura close behind.

“What’s gotten into him?”

“The army is marching, Tiger.  It’s the only time he gets like this,” Kenshin pouted, “Why must I have such a war hating ninja?”

“Oi, Sasuke!”  Sasuke stopped, still saying nothing, but allowed his friend to catch up to him.  “What’s wrong with you?  Boar woman hurt?  She finally charge headlong off a cliff?  She decide to come here or something?”

Sasuke handed him the letter, the red warrior reading it over.

“If I had only known it would have taken chocolate to win over Ieyasu,” Sasuke whispered.

Yuki didn’t hear. Instead, his brows furrowed in confusion, “The warlords ate her?!  How do you eat kisses??”

All of a sudden, the world seemed to warp, a point of a rapier piercing as if from behind a screen.  The blade moved downward, sliding a neat slice into the scenery.  A gentleman decked in white stepped into the courtyard Sasuke and Yukimura stood in.  He gave an elegant bow, smiled, and said, “Pardon me.  My name is Edgar and I have been commanded to bring you this.”  His hands reached into nothing and pulled a bag into existence.  Handing it to Sasuke, he continued, “I am pleased to hear that joy has been brought earlier today.  I will now bestow the same to you, to bring joy to your day.”  And with that, he stepped back into the hole in reality, using his blade to seal the cut he had previously created, leaving the world as perfect as before his arrival.

“What the…” Yukimura had his weapon out, but with no enemy to attack and the stranger completely gone, he seemed at a loss on what to do next.

Sasuke held up the bag, reading aloud, “Hershey’s kisses.”  The light of the sun reflected off his glasses, making his already indiscernible face impossible to decipher.

“Hershey...kisses?”  Yuki parroted.  He looked at the bag, seeing the small chocolates inside.  He reread over the letter, realization dawning.  “Hey, Sasuke…”

“Yeah.”

“.....You’re not giving me one of those.”

---------~~-----

Writer, what did I just read?

……...crack

Writer, why is Edgar here?

Well, you see...I figured I was gonna have to shoehorn why and how the kisses survived...why not really shoehorn the plot in.

Ok, but why Edgar?

Cuz he’s the most likely one to have Hershey’s Kisses

But he can’t cut through canons like that

Yeah he can...there’s a thing...during the anniversary.  Loki did too

….Fine.

^.^

Are you gonna write a Sasuke sequel?  I wanna see if Sasuke kisses Kenshin!

Well, you see...about that...LOOK, A DISTRACTION!

“Pardon me.  My name is Edgar and I have been commanded…”

-flees-

[camimcndcs]

spice up your (sex) life

TAGGING: KJ @itskenetiapa, Cami.

LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA.

TIMEFRAME: April 5th, 2020

NOTES: Cami and KJ try some new things in the bedroom.

KJ: It was almost comical just how eager they always found themselves wanting to partake in the physical side of their relationship -- as if they were deprived of the feeling in the first place. When in reality, they were having sex more often than not. KJ reveled in the knowledge of Camila yearning his proximity just as much he was for hers. Everything with her was constantly so passionate and exciting, a whole new world he could explore indefinitely without ever tiring. The atmosphere that night had them both on edge -- trying their best to go through the evening without jumping straight to the dessert. The look of want he had been able to discern on her features had matched his own, though they had been strong enough to share a quiet dinner together with a nice bottle of wine to top it all of. "Baby," he called out from the bedroom as he waited for the raven-haired girl to finish freshening up; whatever that was supposed to mean. The box they had received that same morning had found a place in the trash and the items were now carefully placed on the end of the bed. Waiting to be chosen and used as they saw fit. Unbuttoning his green shirt, he threw the cloth on a nearby chair and was left with his white tank top before making his way to the other side of the room to turn the lights off. The small lamp on the bedside table illuminating its surroundings with a red tint was quite enough to make the mood romantic and sinful all at once.

Cami: Ever since their conversation not even 24 hours ago, Camila had been looking forward to the events of tonight. Sex with KJ was amazing, but the thought of him taking control and using different toys on her really excited the actress. All-day, Cami had tried to not let the events of the night cloud her thoughts, but it had been hard to do so. When she'd returned from visiting Rachel and KJ walked through the door all sweaty from a workout with Alex, she had resisted the urge to climb him like a tree in the shower. Instead, she had got to work cooking dinner for them, which he helped with after his shower and they had enjoyed a peaceful dinner together with a nice bottle of wine which was always nice. Camila had stopped herself after two glasses and was now in the redhead's bathroom, freshening up which just meant that she was washing her face and changing into a nice set of lacy lingerie she had picked out for the occasion. At the sound of his voice calling out to her, Camila took one last glance in the mirror and then slowly walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. "Yes?" she replied to get his attention as she stood in the threshold of his bedroom, waiting for him to take in her entire being. He was sitting with his back to her -- green shirt discarded, leaving only his classic white tank top which hugged all of the right places on his body. Camila could just make out a few of the toys laid out on the bed which really piqued her interest and the room had a red tint to it thanks to the only light coming from the lamp on the bedside table. Everything looked perfect and she couldn't wait for him to lay her out on the bed and have his way with her.

KJ: Sitting down on the bed, KJ exhaled softly before reaching for one of the toys they had impulsively bought on Amazon. He wasn’t sure they would truly get to use most of them — the list of sex toys for couples had been so damn long; they had simply decided to click on everything that looked fun for the both of them without any real expectations. Well, aside from the added pleasure they were supposed to get. The one in his hands left him rather perplexed and he frowned while turning the item around; pondering on whether the two little things at the top were supposed to look like bunny ears or if he was simply making it funnier than it was supposed to be. The sound of her voice made him jump, breaking his concentration and the toy was sent flying onto the bed as he shook his head. Mostly at himself for being such a klutz. “Can we forget about this?” he asked with a soft chuckle as he turned around, his brown eyes widening slightly and his entire body freezing as soon as he took in the view she offered. The lacy lingerie she was wearing accentuated her curves and he shamelessly took his time memorizing every inch of her wonderful self; although he had become quite the connoisseur already. “You look...” he started while slowly getting up from the bed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Stunning. Really.”

Cami: Camila watched as the sound of her voice caused him to jump which sent the toy he had in his hand flying onto the bed. She immediately burst out into a loud laugh, covering her mouth to quiet the sound. Once she got ahold of herself, she nodded with a teasing smile, "I'm not going to forget that easily, but your secret is safe with me," she giggled, biting down on her lip as he finally took in the view she was offering to him. Camila watched as his eyes raked over her body, twirling to give him a full view. As he started to speak again, she watched him rise from the bed, so she took the opportunity to walk slowly towards him. "All for you, baby," she whispered in response, reaching forward in an attempt to get her hands on his shoulders so she could jump up into his arms. "You don't look so bad yourself," she added, hoisting herself up as his hands came to her waist and then slowly moved beneath her ass to hold her up. "Take me to the bed," she whispered, looking at him with so much lust and adoration in her eyes. "Have your way with me."

KJ: All for him. There were times when none of it felt real as if he would suddenly wake up from this life that had slowly turned into a wonderful dream -- everything was so amazing and KJ wasn't sure if he was truly deserving. Someone had told him so after all, though as selfless as he was, this was something he couldn't let go of. Even if it was in her best interest. He knew deep down there was nothing he wouldn't do to make her happy, and that surely counted for something. The smile etched on his lips widened as she pushed herself up with the help of her grip on his shoulder, indicating she wanted to be lifted -- which he did without missing a beat. His hands resting upon her ass while her legs wrapped themselves around him, an amused expression crossing his face as he looked into her eyes. But, there was no denying the longing swirling in his brown orbs. "You're mine. Aren't you?" he breathed out while making his way back toward the bed, carefully placing one knee on the mattress and gently laying her down; her raven hair sprawled out on the sheet. "You're gonna let me make you feel good." The words were uttered as he pulled back from her form, hands venturing from her ass to her inner thighs -- caressing the flesh in a back and forth motion as he stood between her legs.

Cami: With her arms locked around his neck, Camila couldn't help but smile as his brown orbs looked into hers. "All yours, baby," she whispered, humming as he gently laid her down on the bed. Her hair sprawled out onto the sheets and one of her hands went to it, lazily playing with it as she watched him in front of her. "I'm going to let you make me feel so good," she breathed out, gasping slightly as his hands went from her ass to her inner thighs. Camila spread her legs out a bit wider as he stood between her legs, letting a low, quiet moan escape her as his hand caressed the flesh of her inner thighs. "What are you going to start with?" she asked, reaching over to grab a second pillow, putting it behind her head so she was at an angle. Camila wanted to see just what he was going to do to her, knowing it would heighten the sensations he was bound to bestow upon her body. The anticipation was already eating her up inside as she looked from the toys laid out beside her to her boyfriend standing right in front of her in all of his glory.

KJ: A light chuckle flew past his lips as he watched Camila spread her legs and get herself more comfortable -- his hands keeping up their motions along her inner thighs, slow and gentle, but never going too far. Simply caressing the flesh without any other intention behind such a gesture. His gaze briefly trailed in the direction of the toys laid out near them, though instead of reaching out for one, he hovered over her body once more; his right hand switching places with the other, while the left hand moved to the side of her face. Camila was so beautiful as she settled her gaze upon him again, always, surrounded by the red-ish light filling the bedroom and waiting for him to do something -- he couldn't help but take his time. A small part of him rejoicing in the fact that it would be considered teasing in the end. Though, the redhead actually wanted to bask in the moment shared. "Me," he whispered, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear before dipping his head down to kiss her. The hand left behind, moving upward and cupping her heat through the lacy fabric -- fingers drifting up and down.

Cami: Camila laid there in anticipation, smiling softly as his left hand moved to cup her face. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him as he answered her question with himself, something that didn't really surprise her, but after the excitement over the toys, she had assumed that's where he would start. Camila couldn't complain though, she loved what his hands did to her. "Go ahead," she whispered, smiling as he tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear before his head dipped down, capturing her lips in a kiss. The hand that had been left behind between her thighs was now cupping her heat through the lacy fabric of her lingerie. Camila breathed out slowly as his fingers drifted up and down, whimpering in want. "Touch me, please..."

KJ: Smiling in the kiss they were sharing at her pleading words, KJ kept up with his movements over the fabric — refusing to give her what she was seeking for the time being. The goal was to make her ready for whatever they would partake in and there was nothing better than stimulating Camila in a pleasurable yet frustrating way. Instead, his tongue found her own as the kiss grew more passionate; tangling urgently and mimicking motions she was hoping for with other parts of their bodies. The pressure against her warmth became heavier as the pace of his fingers quickened. The fabric still in the way. “Trust me, baby,” he whispered against her lips as they pulled back to take a much-needed breath. If there was one thing she could count on, it was that he would do anything to make her feel good. Just as he had promised. Fingers hooked into her panties, gathering the front of the fabric together and moving it along in the same back and forth movement.

Cami: Feeling his smile against her lips, caused her to smile — groaning as KJ kept up with his movements over the fabric of her underwear. She knew that she was already starting to get wet, which would make the use of the toys easier, but having her boyfriend prep her with his fingers was just what she wanted. Once his tongue found hers, she let out another groan, loving the feeling of their tongues battling for dominance. The heat in the depths of her stomach was growing as his fingers quickened their pace and Camila let out another whimper due to the fact that the fabric of her underwear was still in the way. "I do," she whispered back against his lips, sighing in contentment as his fingers hooked into her panties. His fingers kept teasing her, not delving into her walls which caused a low groan to spill out from her throat. "Put your fingers inside me, right now," she demanded against his lips, bucking her hips in order to help herself out.

KJ: Witnessing the growing frustration on her features mixed with the pleasure she couldn’t help but feel made KJ grin. Knowing Camila could do nothing but hope he would be merciful soon enough, give in to the voice that was laced with all the lust she could muster up. This was only the beginning and she was already putty in his hands — everything about their night looked as promising as it had sounded. Not that any doubts had spawned in the first place. “So fucking bossy.” he murmured while pushing the material of her panties aside; his middle finger finding its way along her slit and poking at her entrance with each stroke. The grin etched on his lips widening the more he allowed it to delve inside, only to pull back as soon to resume its motions. “What do you wanna do first?” he inquired, brown eyes trailing to the toys and making it seem as if she had any real say in it. Though she truly did. The redhead would never dream of going against her wishes — unless it was regarding something they were both keen about. “I reckon I could be generous,” he added before finally pushing his finger all the way past her damp walls.

Cami: A disgruntled groan fell from her lips as he grinned at her — she knew he wasn't going to give her what she wanted, even when she was being bossy. Camila knew that she should be used to this by now, they were always teasing each other and she was always begging for contact when he wouldn't give into her. She had won in this game a few times, but right now she was really at the mercy of her boyfriend, waiting for him to make another move. "And you're a fucking tease," she mumbled under her breath, biting down on her lip as he pushed the material of her panties aside. Camila looked down to watch as his middle finger poked at her entrance with each stroke of her slit. "It's up to you, I'll tell you if I don't like something" she replied, fisting at the sheets on the bed, needing him to touch her in the ways she wanted. "Please, be so generous, so fucking generous," she whimpered, arching her back as his finger finally pushed past her damp walls. "Fuck," she called out, continuing to fist the sheets as her body reacted to the feeling of his finger inside of her. "Take my panties off, please," she whispered as one of her hands came up to push at the fabric, wanting to be free from its restraints.

KJ: KJ shook his head at her answer, disapproving of her lack of actual response regarding the question he had asked. He couldn't properly tease her if she was allowing him complete control -- this was about heightening the frustration she was currently submerged with. "Wrong answer," he replied in a rough whisper, increasing the pace at which his finger was driven inside her core; curling just the right way to hit that little spot. Her request was dismissed with his own hand venturing from her face and down to her panties -- swatting the fingers away and grabbing hold of her hand. Immediately pulling it back up, trapped above her head. "My game, my rules. It stays on-- I really wanna fuck you with it." The smirk finding way on his face reflected the mischievousness of his words, a warning of the things that would come. Or rather stop in this instance. If Camila wanted to give him full control, then so be it. She had made it possible for him to be confident enough for these moments, even if it was something new altogether for both of them. "Since you don't wanna choose, then I will," he added mere seconds later, withdrawing his finger from her heat and pulling back from her body enough to reach out for the toy that had landed away from the rest earlier. Although instead of gracing her with the pleasure it would bring, the redhead simply contemplated the object much like he had done previously; his hand still holding her down. "It looks pretty fun, don't you think?"

Cami: "What's the right answer?" she whimpered, groaning out his name as he increased the pace of his finger inside of her. When she felt his finger curl to hit that little spot inside of her that drove her wild, she gasped, "Fuck, fuck," she whispered, as she tried to get her panties off. Camila sucked in a breath as his hand swatted her fingers away, grabbing hold of her hand to pull it back up and trap it above her head. She whimpered at the next words that left his mouth, "I want you to fuck me with a toy," she said, her voice low and full of seduction. "I don't care what you use as long as it's hard and fast and it feels good," she breathed out, biting down on her lip as he removed his finger from her heat. Watching in anticipation as he reached for the toy that had been in his hand when she scared him just moments before, she inhaled sharply as she waited for him to use it on her. Like the tease he was, she watched as he inspected the object and then came his taunting question. "It looks incredibly fun, now why don't you put it inside of me and see what it does," she demanded with gritted teeth.

KJ: His laughter filled the room as he looked back up from the sex toy and straight into the dark brown eyes staring back at him. Camila was as frustrated as he had planned for her to be and at that moment, she had never looked as exquisite nor as ready to pounce. “So mouthy. You’re playing a dangerous game, Mendes. Especially when I’m the one with the vibrator in hand.” he said with an amused smile, shaking said vibrator back and forth in front of her laid form before loosening his grip to reach for the intimate gel they had also purchased. “Just in case.” He squeezed some onto his hand and let it venture along the dildo, making sure it was well lubricated. The redhead was quite aware of how wet she was already, though a little extra wouldn’t hurt in this situation. He pondered for a few seconds on the way to use it, nodding to himself as it became clear the rabbit ears were supposed to stimulate her clitoris and backed away from her figure. Dragging her along so she would find herself at the edge of the bed, legs spread around his kneeled body. “Ready?” he asked softly, brushing his lips against both inner thighs and running the tip of the tongue along her slit before allowing the toy to find its way inside her core. Inch by inch, brown eyes intently fixed on her features to gauge her reaction and make sure she wasn’t uncomfortable.

Cami: The sound of his laughter had her fisting at the sheets again and letting out another whimper. She was so frustrated, which is exactly what he wanted and she knew that once he finally gave it was going to feel even more amazing than before, but she was really lacking patience. "Just fuck me, please," she whined, biting down on her lip as he shook the vibrator back and forth. She could feel the dampness in her panties that he had refused to take off — "I'm so wet, baby," she whispered, watching as he lubricated the dildo, her eyes hooded and filled with lust. Watching as he backed away from her, she closed her eyes, only opening them a second later when she felt him drag her along to the edge of the bed. Her legs were spread wide around his kneeling figure and the view was turning her on. Camila bit her lip in anticipation when he asked if she was ready, his soft voice giving her butterflies. "Yes, yes," she answered with a slight nod of her head. When his lips brushed against her inner thighs, she began to slightly shake from the contact. Her hands were back to fisting the sheets as he ran the tip of his tongue along her slit before pushing the head of the toy into her folds. "Fuck, fuck, Kaje... It feels so good," she moaned, eyes rolling in the back of her head as she bucked her hips in reaction to the contact. It felt so different from when he was inside her, mostly due to the vibrations which she had felt before on her own time, but there was just something even more incredible about KJ controlling the device.

KJ: His tongue darted out and licked his dry lips, brown eyes trailing back to the view she offered as he kept edging the toy inside of her core -- the material of her panties pushed aside by his free hand. KJ couldn't feel much aside from the vibrations coursing through his hand as he held onto the dildo firmly, though the simple sight of Camila being pleasured was enough to make him twitch in his shorts; almost as if to complain about being replaced in some way. As the toy was buried to the hilt, he watched with fascination as the two little rabbit ears vibrated against the bundle of nerves currently solicited. Finally making sense of their use. "Feels good?" he mumbled absently, engrossed in the way her lower body reacted to the numerous vibrations, his hand letting go of her underwear and letting it snap against the vibrator -- moving along her stomach and to her breasts; freeing them from their restraints and massaging slowly. He knew just as much she enjoyed such gesture in the first place, and the redhead had always been a fan of them. Not too small, nor too big and so responsive to his touch. Just as he withdrew their new companion, only to push it back in again with more force. "Hard and fast, aye." he breathed out as his pace became almost harsh, giving her exactly what she had been asking for, pressing the side of it to increase the vibrations to the next level. The hand that was on her breasts quickly moved back to her thigh in a tight grip, keeping her in place as the motions elicited another wave of new sensations.

Cami: Usually during an act like this, Camila would play with the redhead's hair, tugging on it when she wanted more, but now her fingers tugged at the bedsheets — missing the feeling of her hands in his hair. As he buried the toy deeper inside of her she felt a new piece of the device vibrating against her bundle of nerves. "Holy shit," she called out, bucking her hips in pleasure and fisting at the sheets. "Feels so fucking good," she breathed out, legs twitching from the contact. At the feeling of her underwear snapping against the vibrator as his hand let it go, Camila gasped and then watched as his hand traveled up her stomach to her breasts. Licking her lips as he freed the mounds from their restraints, Camila threw her head back as he massaged them slowly. "I love when you touch me there," she whispered, sucking in her breath as she felt him remove the vibrator from inside of her and then plunge it back down with more force. Camila was panting now at the rough feeling, her walls tightening around the toy. "Fuck, yes," she called out, gasping as he pressed the side of the toy to increase the vibrations. The hand on her breast moved back to her thigh, which he gripped at tightly as a whine released from her lips, already missing the feeling of his hand on her breast.

KJ: The sounds she emitted were, as always, like music to his ears. There was never enough of her moans and whimpers -- a sweet melody that only spurred him on whenever they found themselves pleasuring each other. The circumstances were quite different after all the thing currently providing the sensations submerging her being was the toy he was driving inside of her relentlessly. KJ was still responsible in some way and he couldn't help but add more intensity to the already overwhelming feeling he was bestowing upon her. His thumb pressing against the vibrator once more and adding another level of vibrations. "Look at me." he requested, keeping up with his motions but moving upward onto the bed; both knees finding a place next to her while his upper body hovered over her. Making it possible to dip his head and catch a nipple between his lips -- moaning loudly as he sucked on the nub like a starved man. "You like that, don't you?" The question was asked as he increased the pace of his motions once more, waiting for an answer for not only the way his mouth felt on her chest but the dildo endlessly finding a way into her depths. Not waiting for it though, he leaned forward again and trapped the nipple in his mouth, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh.

Cami: As the vibrator kicked up another notch, Camila gasped, hands gripping at the bedsheets below her, coming up to rest on his hips as he leaned forward, commanding her to look at him. When he dipped his head and caught her nipple in his mouth, she arched her back, hands moving up his hips to the nape of his neck. "Fuck," she whispered, smiling as a loud moan came from his mouth as he sucked at her nub. "I love it, oh fuck, I love it," she answered, groaning as he increased the pace of his motions. Camila breathed out, feeling herself getting closer as he trapped the nipple into his mouth again, nipping at the sensitive flesh. "Keneti, I feel so close," she moaned, tugging at the hair on his head as her walls continued to tighten around the toy inside of her. "Don't stop, please, don't stop," she panted, closing her eyes and arching her back again as his mouth worked at her breast. There was a fire in the pit of her stomach and she knew that in just a few minutes she would be coming completely undone around the toy he was working through her folds.

KJ: He couldn't help but chuckle softly as he released the nipple he had attended to, looking up to witness the expression crossing her features; always quite an experience whenever he was able to watch her give into the throes of passion. Camila was magnificent under any circumstance, but there was something special about that brief moment when her orgasm washed over like a burst of wind. "I ain't stopping, baby. I promise-- just let go. You know you want to." he breathed out as he continued to move the sex toy back and forth inside of her warmth -- never faltering in the pace and motions. Each thrust intending on seeing this through and giving her exactly what her entire being was seeking. KJ resumed his ministrations upon her upper body, tongue trailing between the valley of her breasts and swirling around the nipple that had been disregarded. Giving it the same attention he had given the other, although this time he nipped at the flesh harder; urging her to come undone.

Cami: When he pulled away from her nipple to catch a glimpse of how this was affecting her, she couldn't help but amp up the passionate feelings she was feeling in the moment. Camila never shied away from showing just how turned on she was which she knew was something KJ liked. "I'm going to, I'm almost there" she answered almost breathlessly, tossing her head around on the bed as the toy moved back and forth between her warmth. Camila let out a low groan, tugging even harder at his hair as his tongue trailed between the valley of her breasts. When his mouth moved over to her breast that he hadn't been attending to earlier, she gasped, tugging harshly on his hair as he nipped at her flesh even harder than before. "Keneti," she called out, a low moan rippling out of her chest as she came around the vibrator, spilling out around it. "Holy shit, that was... wow, you're incredible," she whispered, breathing heavily as she pulled his face up to look at her. "Go ahead and taste it, baby," she whispered, wanting so badly to feel his stubble on her warmth.

KJ: He wasn't able to feel it for himself, there was no part of his body snuggled between her walls and coated with her release -- though the way her body moved against the sheets and those supple lips parting in a low moan was truly all he needed to know Camila had finally succumbed to the sensations the vibrator had provided. KJ was quick to press his finger on the side of the toy to shut down the vibrations, allowing her the time needed to bask in the wonderful after-effect. He smiled like a kid on Christmas Day as she pulled him up to catch his gaze, quite content with himself regarding this new experience they had shared. "So are you," he whispered back, catching her lips in a sweet kiss before nodding eagerly; the brightness of the smile etched on his features almost making his cheeks hurt. Time for his reward. Slowly, he pulled the dildo out of her core and pushed her underwear aside before skimming his tongue along her slit, just as he had done previously -- his mouth opening wide while he lapped at the juices that were awaiting him. A loud groan escaping him at the taste of her arousal, exaggerated on purpose to send little vibrations through her body. Ones he knew would make her squirm after the ones she had felt throughout the entire process. "I'm not done with you yet," he promised with a small smirk, as he pulled away to address her, motioning for another toy nearby, before resuming his motions on her warmth.

Cami: Once the vibrations from the dildo stilled, Camila took a deep breath, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. When he caught her lips in a sweet kiss she couldn't help but smile. Every day she was reminded just how lucky she was to be with this incredibly wonderful man. The smile on her face mirrored the one on her boyfriend's face as he moved down, pulling the dildo out of her core and pushing her underwear aside to skim his tongue along her slit. She could feel his mouth opening wide against her exposed skin as he lapped up her juices. The vibrations his tongue was sending through her body left her quietly moaning as she enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on her most sensitive area. At the next words out of his mouth, Camila nibbled on her bottom lip, watching as he motioned towards the other toys laid out on the bed. "Take your pick," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair as he resumed the motions of his tongue against her wetness. "I love watching you take control."

KJ: The fabric he had been holding onto found place yet again over her warmth, covering what he had been so vigorously given his undivided attention to as KJ hovered over Camila -- laying himself down on top of her and grinding his lower body into her own. Allowing her to feel just how excited he already was by everything that had gone down. "Do you? I hadn't noticed," he replied, the smirk on his face widening slightly, as his mouth brushed against her lips; peppering them with sweet and brief kisses. This was another thing he truly enjoyed about their relationship. The fun side of it -- no matter what was going on, especially during such intense situations, they were always able to make it light and remind themselves at the end of the day, they were still the best of friends. "To be honest, I think there's only one other toy we can use-- the rest will be quite helpful when I wanna torture you though." His gaze trailed back in the direction of the sex toys, his mind already conjuring up the many ways they would use them. Perhaps when they'd be able to go out again. Watching her squirm in her seat at a restaurant, surrounded by strangers that could perceive at any moment her fidgeting, would be quite entertaining. Reaching out for the toy he had mentioned, the redhead frowned at the black item -- holding it up for his girlfriend to take a good look as well. "You better hope this doesn't make me sterile."

Cami: When she felt the fabric of her underwear cover her warmth again, Camila groaned. "Take it off, please..." she whimpered but was cut off as KJ hovered over her body, laying himself on top of her and grinding his lower half against her warmth. She could feel how hard he was even between the fabric that was covering both of them — which was more fabric in his case. "Shut up," she said through gritted teeth, her lips curving into a smirk to mirror his own. Camila couldn't help but giggle as his lips peppered her own with sweet and brief kisses. She raised her eyebrow at his next statement. "And when would you be torturing me?" she asked, eyes wide as she followed his gaze towards the sex toys again. Camila bit her lip when he grabbed the black toy, something she'd never felt inside of her before. "It better not make you sterile, we've got to keep the Apa name alive for your dad," she whispered with a smile. Camila reached out to grab at his shorts, wanting to pull them and his boxers off his body to get him inside of her with the new toy. Once she got her hands on the waistband, she started to push the fabric down — expecting to see another article of clothing underneath, she was surprised when his erection almost sprang to life in front of her as she got the shorts off of his hips. "Damn, baby," she moaned at the sight, licking her lips in anticipation. "Put it on, get inside of me," she said in a low voice, looking from the toy in his hands to his enlarged cock.

KJ: Pretending to ponder on her question and the numerous ways he could torture her, KJ pursued his lips — unable to conceal the smile that was threatening to break out on his face. “In public. I reckon we ought to test just how long you can keep a straight face, aye,” he answered, with raised eyebrows, a challenging look crossing his features. This was something they could slowly work towards, giving it a first go in the safety of their home. He knew it would be quite tough for her to resist the temptation of proving him she could be good at it. A hearty chuckle flew past his lips at the next words Camila uttered and he looked up from the sex toy; amusement plastered on his face. “For my dad, of course.” As if she could fool him with this one. The redhead was well aware of the future she had in mind for them — it was something he was looking forward to as well. He was just afraid deep down this would disappear before they could even achieve such a dream. Pushing those little doubts away as he felt her hands tug on his shorts, a bright grin found a place on his lips at her reaction to his erection. “I’m the one in charge, remember? You’re not in a position to give me any orders.” he reminded his girlfriend, reaching for one of her hands with his free one and guiding it to his hard-on; making her stroke him with firm motions as he pushed the head past her walls with slow and brief thrusts. Never allowing more to slide inside. “Tell me why I should fuck you, Mendes.” Letting go of her hand, his own busied themselves with the toy, turning it around in the right position and putting it on in between his teasing thrusts. Making sure it wasn’t too tight around the base of his length and around his sack. “Tick tock. The more you wait, the worse it’s gonna be for you.”

Cami: Camila's eyes widened at his answer to her question, biting down on her bottom lip as she thought about him teasing her in public. Heat bubbled up in her stomach just at the thought as she looked into his eyes, brown orbs staring back into her own. Camila just nodded her head after his response to her reasoning for why he couldn't be sterile. They could talk about their gorgeous future children some other time, right now she was horny and she had needs. At the next words out of his mouth, Camila groaned, "You're so hot when you're bossy," she replied, gasping as he brought her hand onto his hard-on. Camila gripped it with her hand and began to stroke him as he guided her, "I love knowing how hard I make you," she whispered, looking into his eyes as he pushed the head of his length past her walls. The teasing was driving her insane, but she knew that it was all part of his plan. When he asked her to tell him why he should fuck her, she grew quiet, pondering her answer. Watching as he busied himself with the toy, fitting it on between his teasing thrusts, Camila's mind was blank as she licked her lips. When he told her to hurry up, she groaned, finally thinking of something. "You should fuck me because I'm so wet for you and I want to feel you filling me up with your big, hard cock," she moaned, her voice low and her eyes filled with lust. Words like this only came out of her mouth in a moment like this, he always brought this side of her out and it amazed her. "Fuck me hard and fast, baby."

KJ: There was no preventing the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as Camila finally answered his question -- the vulgarity of her words only making him even harder at this moment. KJ loved knowing just how much he could make her lose control. Whether it was physically, during the numerous things they were partaking in or verbally when the frustration had reached its climax. Even better when the two were mixed together. "Such a potty mouth. I reckon we should do something about that, aye," he whispered before leaning down and catching her lips in a kiss full of longing and passion -- reflecting the craving submerging his being. As they kept up with the motions of their lips colliding against one another, he stopped the teasing he had started regarding their lower bodies and moved her legs over his shoulder. Both on the same side, keeping them locked in a firm grip while his free hand found a place on her stomach. Giving himself some support as he leaned backward on his knees -- inclined on making sure she couldn't squirm out of the position. "Ready?" he asked, brown eyes meeting her own and finding all the consent he needed to start another adventure for them. Slowly, he drove himself inside of her core, a low moan rumbling from his mouth at the feeling of her depths surrounding him. There was no way he would ever get tired of it. Once he was buried to the hilt, the sex toy between them still, he quickly pressed the side of it to allow the vibrations to reach them both. Something he had never experienced before and made him buck his hips harshly. "Oh, shit," he mumbled under his breath, lips parting in a silent groan and eyes fluttering shut. Willing himself to rein in the overwhelming sensations, the redhead placed his hand back on her stomach and didn't shy away from starting as hard and fast as she had wanted. The position allowing him a better angle for it.

Cami: His erection grew harder in her hand as the words she had uttered sunk in, which had her licking her lips as she looked up at him. "Punish me," she whispered, humming as he leaned toward her, catching her lips in a kiss that was full of longing and passion. Camila's tongue found it's place in his mouth, battling it out with his own tongue in the same game they were constantly playing with each other. She gasped as he lifted her legs and moved them over his shoulder, keeping them locked in a firm grip while his other hand rested on her stomach. "I'm so ready," she breathed out, looking at him with lust-filled eyes. As his hard-on made the slow descent into her core, Camila moaned out his name at the feeling of him starting to fill her up. Once he was completely buried inside of her, she felt him turn the sex toy on and she let out another low moan at the feeling of the vibrations against her core. "Fuck," she mumbled, eyes rolling into the back of her head as her hips bucked against his own. Camila's hands reached out to grab at her boyfriend's hips, enjoying the feeling as he moved in and out of her at a quickening speed, fucking her hard and fast in just the way she had wanted.

KJ: His motions were borderline rough as he kept on driving himself inside her warmth -- the grip on the lower part of her legs tight and used as leverage to keep going at this pace. KJ was doing his best to not allow the vibrations at the base of his length to get the best of him, despite how difficult it became the more time went on. Instead, he focused his attention on the sight of his girlfriend welcoming the pleasure coursing through her being with open arms. This time around, he was the one truly responsible for every sound flowing past her lips and it only spurred him on. "Shit..." he breathed out, the sex toy smashing against their flesh with each thrust and sending little jolts through his member. "Feels so good." Other words were supposed to tumble out, though the sensations were too much for him to truly form a coherent sentence. The way he was manhandling her right now said more than words could anyway -- he would tease her about it later on. Pressing his lips together, he tightened his grip on her legs and bucked his hips even harder, doing his best to go deeper with each movement. He could only revel in the excitement of it all and the way she constantly made him feel whenever they were together. With Camila, there was nothing he felt he couldn't do.

Cami: The roughness of KJ's actions in the heat of the moment was taking Camila to a whole new level. He was fucking her completely senseless and the vibrations of the toy only added to that. As the sex toy smashed against their flesh, she heard him muttering under his breath, "I know, baby, it feels so good," she replied with a smirk. "Tell me more about how good it feels," she whimpered, dropping one of her hands down to the sheets as she fisted it, her body writhing from the feeling he was bestowing upon her. As he tightened his grip on her legs, Camila threw her head back, moaning out his name as he bucked his hips against her again and again. Each thrust was harder than the next one. Feeling his hard-on fill her up with each thrust brought noises out of her that she knew would spur him on. Camila felt a fire igniting in the pit of her stomach as he continued to fill her up, "Baby," she called out, moving her hand from the bedsheet to her left breast, squeezing it to give herself more pleasure. Dropping her other hand from his waist, she reached for her right breast, giving it a firm squeeze before she flicked at her hard nipples. Camila bucked her hips, eyes closing as she began to feel herself getting close. "I think I'm gonna come again," she warned him, looking into his eyes as she continued to squeeze at her mounds, moaning his name.

KJ: A groan rumbled from his chest at her request, eyes rolling in the back of his head from both frustration and pleasure. KJ wasn’t sure he would be able to say more than a few words, not with the numerous vibrations flowing through his length and the fire burning at the pit of his stomach — brighter and wilder with each motion inside of her cozy depths. “Cami...” he started, biting hard on his bottom lip as he kept pounding into her; merciless and with purpose. “I never wanna stop. All I wanna do is fuck you.” Quite unachievable, especially with the waves of ecstasy submerging him. Or under any circumstances actually. Though the message behind those words was clear enough — it felt so good, he could see himself doing this day and night. Fucking her as hard and fast as she wanted. Brown lustful orbs watched intently as she massaged her chest, flicking his tongue upward along his upper lip; tracing it exaggeratedly and making sure she wasn’t missing any second of it. Her next words elicited a sharp laugh that made him falter in his movements for a brief moment, although he was quick to thrust right back at the pace they were now both accustomed to. “You better,” he whispered with a small smirk, very hopeful she would indeed come. Or else everything they were partaking in would be a waste. The redhead tilted his head and brushed his mouth against her ankle, tightening his grip once more before leaning forward on her legs to drive himself past her walls from another angle.

Cami: The groan that came from his chest, had her biting down on her lip as she watched his eyes roll back into his head. Listening as he said her name, biting down on his lip to try and focus as he pounded into her, she smirked at his answer. Camila loved knowing that the sensations she was providing him made it almost impossible for him to speak. "I love the way you fuck me, baby," she whispered, looking at him with a glint in her eyes. As she gave attention to her chest with her hands, she watched him watching her, licking his lips which turned her on even more. "Shut up," she hissed through her teeth as he laughed at her revelation. "I mean, I'm gonna come... like now," she breathed out, bucking her hips and moaning his name as his mouth brushed against her ankle before he was leaning forward against her legs and driving himself into her from another angle. "Don't stop, don't stop," she screamed out, fisting the sheets again as the fire within the pit of her stomach exploded. She was crying out as she came, breathing heavily and looking into his eyes with so much adoration. "Are you close?" she breathed out, biting her lip as he looked at her, she was still coming down from her high, but she wanted to help him out. "I want to ride you, baby."

KJ: A chuckle wasn't far behind as Camila told him to shut up, explaining herself despite the fact that he was quite aware of what she had meant. KJ simply hadn't been able to hold himself back from this kind of teasing as well though. Putting some of his weight on her legs as he pushed them forward, he was able to thrust deeper than he had previously, preventing the moans from escaping him by biting his bottom lip harder while he tried his best to quicken his pace. Intent on driving her to the edge of the precipice. His entire focus was on her beautiful features and the way her mouth opened to let out a cry of pleasure filter through -- more than enough to have the base of his member tingle in delicious ways. And the way his girlfriend was currently looking at him didn't help any, though he could only return the devotion and adoration he was witnessing. The redhead knew he was not far behind and simply nodded as she came back down from her high, asking him if he was close. Swiftly, he withdrew from her heat and rolled over onto the bed -- laying down on the sheets and waiting for her to take her rightful place on top of him. "Wait." Before she could do so, the sex toy was turned off and flung to the side, his hands finding her hips but allowing her complete control of the moment.

Cami: When he withdrew from her heat, she let out a quiet whimper at the feeling of him leaving her empty. Watching as he rolled over brought a smirk to her face, biting down on her lip as he turned off the sex toy and removed it from his throbbing erection. His hands took place on her hips as she got on her knees, legs spread over him as she sunk onto his hard-on, gasping at the feeling of him filling her up again. "Come on baby, I'm right here, I'm right here," she whispered as she started to ride him. Her movements were slow at first, but soon enough she was quickening her pace to the point where she was basically bouncing on top of him. Her fingers scratched at his chest as her pelvis smashed into his as she rode him out. Camila's hands went from his chest to his thighs, digging her nails into them as she began to grind against him. "Come for me, baby, I want to feel you explode inside of me and fill me up with your sweetness," she said, her voice low and rough as she squeezed at his thighs. Watching his face for signs of him letting go, Camila sucked in her breath in anticipation, awaiting the moment when he would fill her with his goodness.

KJ: The sounds he had been keeping at bay previously all came out at the same time as she took his pulsating length back in -- a moan swallowed by a groan and taken over by a light grunt. Blunt nails digging into her bare flesh as he gripped her hips yet with no intention to control her motions. Simply holding on to her body as rode him with everything she had. And boy was Camila continuously so eager and thrilled when the time to shine on top of him came along. KJ, as always, couldn't help but direct his gaze between their bodies; watching himself disappear inside of her core over and over again. Though the sensations that crashed onto him once more prevented him from his current favorite sight -- eyes squeezing shut and lips parting in a silent moan as he felt himself on the verge of coming. The feeling of her nails raking over his flesh and digging into his thighs, her tight walls and words urging him to give in; it all became too overwhelming. "Me too. So much." he let out with hot and heavy breaths, quickly sitting up and bucking his hips upward in time with hers to help his girlfriend achieve their common goal. "I'm-- fuck, I'm gonna..." A loud grunt followed suit as he filled her up with his release, his hands venturing to her ass and gripping harshly to keep her in place while he thrust a couple more times in order to finish properly. All he could do afterward was to slump against her chest and rest his head there as his entire being processed the orgasm that had submerged him.

Cami: Being on top was always a special treat for Camila, she loved being a bottom and letting her boyfriend have his way with her, but there was something really incredible about taking control and helping him achieve their common goal. The sounds coming from KJ's throat spurred her on even more as she helped him reach his release. Her eyes followed him to the sight of his cock disappearing inside of her core over and over again. When he breathed out a response, his breath hot and heavy, she smirked as he sat up and bucked his hips upward in time with her own. Soon enough he was calling out that he was going to come in so many words, he wasn't even able to finish his thought before he was filling her up with his sweet release. Camila let out a moan as she felt him come undone inside of her and then his hands were gripping at her ass which made her gasp. As he thrust a few more times to finish properly, she hands came up behind his back, holding him close to her chest as he slumped against it, her fingers combing through his hair. "You were so good, baby, so so good," she whispered, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

[freedomfighterposts]

Pidge x Reader. An Interstellar relationship.

Aboard the Galra battle cruiser was a multitude of prisoners. Almost none of them shared the same home worlds. All of them were slaves, gladiators to the Galra empire. They dressed in rags and wallowed in self-pity. Except one. One was too proud to simply submit to the Galra. And after slaughtering three of them in the gladiator’s ring, she was allowed the simple comfort of wearing the clothes she was capture in. Which still was not much. White bands similar to bandages wrapped and bound (Y/n)’s chest loosely so that she could still retain some comfort. A short, sleeveless black vest covered her shoulders and the sides of her bandages but left her sides and stomach exposed. Two gilded, gold leaf cloth rings circulated the end of (Y/n)’s shoulders, giving off a very royal vibe. Her pants were made for fighting, a simple style of lightweight and comfy white pants with a slight bag covered her lower half. Around her waist, a long double ended blue ribbon covered most of her midsection. One thing that made her pants comfortable was the hole in the back that allowed (Y/n) red monkey tail to swish about freely, without restraint. Her hair, although smudged and dirtied, still shone a pale yellow in the dark lights of the Galra ship.

Sitting in silence was boring. (Y/n) didn’t care what the old prisoners thought, silence was boring, boring wasn’t fun… Beating someone to death was fun. (Y/n) allowed herself a small, menacing smile as she thought about the arena. While she was a prisoner, her body was free. Her inherited want for a fight was satiated, so that was good. However, these fights didn’t last long and they were always boring. And if there was one thing (Y/n) hated… it was boredom. That’s why, when the Galra commanding her ship rushed past spurting something about attackers, (Y/n) leapt into action. With ease (Y/n) simply kicked her cage door open, pinning several Galra soldiers to the wall. The remaining Galra looked at (Y/n) and shakily raised their weapons. (Y/n) simply smiled as she stalked towards them, her hands glowing with power. Meanwhile, not too far from the escapee, a duo of heroes raced down the halls of the Galra ship. Their intent was noble and pure, to rescue those wrongly imprisoned by the Galra Empire. These were Paladins of Voltron, the legendary defender. Their minds and bodies radically different, but their hearts the same. Running down the halls, the Green Paladin looked to the leader of Voltron’s Paladins. “Shiro, we have to hurry. Lance and Hunk could be in serious trouble.” The short and lean Paladin was rushing, for these prisoners could also aid in the quest for two very important missing people. Shiro looked down at his friend with confidence. “Don’t worry Pidge, we’re almost there.” Suddenly and rather abruptly, a Galra surveillance drone flew around the corner. Its red lights started to flash in alarm, however, Pidge thought quicker and managed to send a short blast of energy to the drone, knocking it to the ground. “That thing saw us, we should get out of here.” Shiro said, concern hidden in his voice, but Pidge had other ideas. Crossing a few wires Pidge smiled. “Wait, I think this might come in handy.” Suddenly, the lights flashed blue and the drone was now working for Voltron. “Awesome, I’m going to call you rover.” Shiro rushed to the end of the hall where a giant solid metal gate enclosed a few shadows of darkness. Shiro tapped on the door making a loud thudding sound. “Anyone in there? We’re here to help you escape.” He asked, a few murmurs answered back at first but then Shiro saw the shadows form into the bodies of real aliens as they stepped out of the darkness. “Champion. You have come to save us!” One said. All the others were now happily murmuring to themselves. As Shiro conversed with the prisoners and tried to calm them down, Pidge worked on the lock for the door. However, it was proving to be some challenge to the new Paladin. “Argh. This tech in insane. It’s nothing like what Earth has.” Pidge cried in dismay. But suddenly, a new voice cut through the artificial air. “Perhaps I can help?” Shiro and Pidge looked back the way they came to see a woman in her mid-twenties standing behind them. Pidge had to look up at the woman who was easily six feet tall. “Who are you? You don’t look Galra.” Shiro asked in suspicion. The woman smiled, her slightly yellow teeth akin to a shark’s. “Until about twenty ticks ago, I was a prisoner on board this ship. Now, I’m an escapee.” “How?” Pidge asked, also suspicious but enamored by the tall Amazonian woman before her. “I’ll show you.” Walking towards the cage door, the woman simply dug her fingers into the metal as if it were soft butter, and tore the gate from its mechanism. Shiro and Pidge were stunned at the sudden display of power. The prisoners rushed from their cell and the mysterious savior simply dropped the gate back into the cell. As the woman turned back to face the Paladins, Shiro gazed carefully at her. “Who are you?” The woman smirked evilly at the Paladin’s question. “I am (Y/n). Now, I would like to get out of this ship.” Turning to Pidge, Shiro shrugged. One of the prisoners stepped forward. “I must agree with the powerful one. The Galra will be here soon. We must get to the escape pods.” He said, nodding Shiro turned to Pidge. “You and (Y/n) cover the rear. Everyone follow me” Everyone gathered in a group, but it seemed that (Y/n) wasn’t happy with the situation. “Me, in the back like a commoner? I shall not be treated as some low life!” (Y/n) demanded, but Shiro and the other prisoners were already rushing through the halls. (Y/n)’s demands fell on the ears of Pidge who wasn’t pleased by her new company. “You know, you could try to be nice to the people who are rescuing you.” Pidge scoffed as she and (Y/n) chased after Shiro at a jogging pace. Pidge couldn’t quite understand it, but (Y/n) radiated this confidence that was infectious. The green Paladin hadn’t felt this sure and confident in many years. (Y/n) scoffed as her feet slowly lifted off the ground, as if she had deemed the very Galra ship to be unworthy of her touch. “If I could breathe in space I would have escaped many years ago.” As (Y/n) flew ahead, Pidge struggled to keep up. After all, Pidge was more useful at a computer than the training field. However, it was as (Y/n) turned a corner that Pidge finally noticed a striking difference between the woman she was following and herself. A fuzzy, red tail, protruding from the back of (Y/n)’s hips, swished through air. Pidge blinked rapidly for a moment and pondered if asking what race (Y/n) was would be appropriate. However, all thoughts of asking the powerful woman left Pidge when (Y/n) stopped moving. After nearly crashing into her, Pidge stepped to the side to see what was happening. Shiro was battling a few sentry bots as the prisoners cowered in fear in the only escape pod. Pidge noticed as Shiro finished the last of the robotic Galra that his hand was glowing a light purple and made mental note to ask him later. As he cut down the last robot, Shiro dropped to his knees in exhaustion. But more Galra were approaching fast. Pidge activated the green Paladin’s bayard, ready to defend Shiro. But (Y/n) smirked again. Her voice sounding pleased as she spoke and Pidge noticed that the woman’s tail was swaying more rapidly now. “Perfect target practice.” As the sentries closed in on Shiro (Y/n) raised her hand, aiming at the robots and Galra. Pidge was fascinated as an orb of pale green light started to emit and pulse within (Y/n)’s hand. Then, without warning, (Y/n) launched her attack and the orb sped faster than anything Pidge had seen before and the next thing the Paladin knew was that the Galra were lying dead on the ground, the orb had returned to its owner’s hand before promptly vanishing. Sighing with relief, Shiro finally managed to stand. The glow from his hand was slowly fading. Meanwhile the doors to the escape pod were closing as it began its departure. One of the aliens thanked Shiro who tried to ask him a question. Pidge ran to Shiro and eagerly tapped the previously glowing arm. “That was awesome Shiro! Where did you learn to fight like that?” Then the Green Paladin turned to the mysterious (Y/n) who was floating beside them. “And how did you do the thing with that disco ball?” (Y/n) raised an eyebrow in question. “Disco ball?” she questioned. “None of that matters now. We gotta get the Green lion and head back to the castle.” Shiro stated, urgency clear in his voice. The road back to the Green Lion was simple and easy, only one patrol managed to find them and they were quickly dispatched by (Y/n) who conjured another green ball of light. Shiro and (Y/n) quickly followed Pidge onto the Green lion where the Green Paladin quickly detached from the Galra ship and followed the Red, Blue and Yellow lions down to the planet below. Altaia. After a few rushed introductions, and a very hurried ceremony. (Y/n) watched as the gates to the sanctuary of the Black lion slowly shuddered upwards. Shiro, Pidge and the other Paladins gasped in awe as the large mechanical beast roared in approval of its revival. The mechanical leader of Voltron dipped its head to allow Shiro to enter. Suddenly alarms started to blear from all around the castle. (Y/n) and the princess of Altaia, a woman around her own age rushed to the control center of the Castle of Lions. “A Galra ship is entering our atmosphere. We need Voltron now!” Allura demanded. (Y/n) scowled as the ship launched its many fleets of fighters. Allura, the Altaian princess, managed to shield the castle just in time as the fighters started to launch blasts at the dome shield. Coran, Allura’s servant, gasped in relief as the five lions of Voltron landed in front of the castle. The lions burst forth, tearing and blasting the drones that threatened the castle. Meanwhile, (Y/n) watched as the main battle ship started to shine. Looking closely, (Y/n) saw that it was charging its ion cannon. “That doesn’t look nice” (Y/n) mentioned, Allura barely had time to look up before the dangerous ray of concentrated energy, burst from the ship towards the castle. (Y/n) was vaguely aware of the cries of worry from the Paladins as they watched the attack. The attack exploded against the castle’s shield, covering (Y/n)’s view with fire and smoke. Miraculously the shield managed to hold, but it wouldn’t shield them for long. “Hurry Paladins. The castle can’t hold much longer.” Shiro led the charge as he and the other Paladins fought against the Galra. Meanwhile the ship was charging its cannon again. “Come on guys, we have to hurry!” Shiro’s voice was heard on the console in front of (Y/n). The mysterious warrior raised a brow at Shiro’s words, but kept her eyes on the battle of Lions. The Green lion leapt into the air and tore a Galra fighter jet into bits with its powerful jaws. Pidge yelled excitedly from inside the beast before falling back in line with Shiro. Lance had turned his lion around and had begun using the laser on his lion’s tail to precisely explode individual fighters. Shiro, Hunk, Pidge and Keith flew their lions into the air in an attempt to disrupt the Ion cannon firing process. But they were too late. The purple ray of destruction once again sped its way to the castle. This time, its power was too much and the shield barely held off the attack before disengaging itself with the loss of power. “Castle shields are down! Now Paladins form Voltron! You must!” Allura said, worry clear in her voice. “We don’t know how!” Keith reminded them, “We barely got these lions in the first place” “Yeah, no offence princess. But a little tutorial could have gone a long way.” Lance actually agreed with the Red Paladin. “There are too many of them!” Hunk yelled as his Yellow Lion was bombarded with fighters. “It’s been an honour serving with you four.” Shiro said, his voice calm and defeated. “I’m sorry princess. We failed” Shiro’s concerns were well placed, as he and the other Paladins began to float defenselessly towards the Galra, entrapped in their tractor beam. However, the Galra weren’t finished. The ion cannon began its firing sequence once more. Much to the dismay of the Paladins. Coran turned to his princess, defeat and sorrow in his eyes. The princess, now crying was stunned. Hunk was whimpering in his seat, Keith was trying to regain control of his Lion. Pidge and Lance both looked defeatedly at their controls. His mind racing, Shiro grabbed his controls once more. “You better not be giving up” came a new voice to the battle, Allura looked back to see (Y/n) staring up at the lions. “What sort of Paladins give up at the first sign of challenge?” “She’s right.” Shiro said “We can do this. We have to believe in ourselves” The other four Paladins looked to the Black Lion, their hope returning. “We are the universe’s only hope. Everyone is counting on us. We can’t fail. We won’t fail. If we work together we can form Voltron!” Hunk and Lance shouted their agreement. Pidge and Keith smiled at their leader’s face via the onboard screen and together they formed Voltron. But it was too late. By the time Voltron was formed for the first time in 10,000 years the ion canon had already been fired. Coran and Allura watched on in fear as the ray of death descended upon them. Suddenly however, something materialized outside the castle, right in the path of the canon. Allura recognized the waving blue ribbon and red monkey tail. She didn’t know how she had done it, but (Y/n) was now outside the castle, staring down a death ray. “(Y/N) GET OUT OF THERE!” Allura shouted in alarm. The warrior simply smirked once more. “This is just a warm up” (Y/n) said as she held up her well-muscled arm, the ion strike slammed into her hand yet (Y/n) showed no signs of discomfort. Allura watched on in awe as Voltron tore apart the Galra ship and this new comer blocked a full power ion blast from a battle class Galra ship with her mere hand. With a laugh (Y/n) sent the ion energy hurtling back to the Galra ship, finishing the job, Voltron had started. With an explosion that shook the castle, (Y/n) watched as Voltron disassembled into its separate lions. Her hair and tail feeling the warm breeze of the aftermath. Allura and Coran hurriedly rushed to congratulate the Paladins, while (Y/n) leisurely floated down to them. Allura stopped before her Paladins, clasping her hands together in celebration. “Great work Paladins, you’ve done it!” She congratulated, Lance smirked playfully as he tucked his blue stripped helm under his arm. “Thanks pretty lady.” He said. Shiro smiled joyfully at the truth. “We did it! How did we do it?” He asked not really caring, too happy to care. “You got that right” Said Keith. Hunk yanked his helmet from his head with some degree of difficulty. “I was kinda just screaming the whole time. Maybe that’s what did it.” He said. By now, (Y/n) had joined her rescuers, but a smile did not adjourn her face. A shame as Pidge thought the woman looked beautiful with one. Allura noticed the arrival of the woman. “You, you must be a Saiyan! No one else could have stopped a direct ion cannon strike!” The princess said in awe. (Y/n) was indifferent. “Tch, a toddler could have done that.” She said avoiding the gaze of the princess. What was presented to her when (Y/n) moved her gaze was Shiro comforting Pidge. “We’ll find your brother and father Pidge. I swear.” Shiro said, Pidge nodded but didn’t smile. (Y/n) took mental note of this and showed Pidge a rare, non-scary and genuine smile. Although Pidge was almost certain it never existed as it was gone as soon as it appeared. Allura however, started rambling more bad news. “We’ve won the battle, but the war is just beginning” She said, Coran nodded his agreement. “I’ll say. And it’s good you know what you’re all doing, cause you’ll need to form Voltron again and again.” The butler stated. “Say what now?” Hunk muttered in disbelief. “We barely survived forming Voltron this one time!” Lance stated. “Ho, and you only had to verse one ship. Imagine the next time against a whole fleet! It’s not going to be easy being the defenders of the universe.” Coran stroked his mustache in thought. The eyes of all the Paladins widened at the realization of the gravity of their situation. “Defenders of the Universe, huh.” Shiro said, the others looking to him “Has a nice ring to it.”

[whenimaunicorn]

Sleepover

Fandom: Wynonna Earp Characters: Bobo Del Rey x Female OC Rating: M Tags: nightmares, PTSD, hurt/comfort

Something strikes my shoulder, waking me from a sleep so deep that I can’t move for a moment. I’m not even sure where I am, but sheets are twisted around my bare legs, and the air is warm and humid.

A growl emanates from the bed behind me.

In a flash, it comes back to me – that smell of old wood and stale smoke is Bobo Del Rey’s trailer, and I’m caught up in the same sheets as the man himself.

I don’t have time to ponder the shitty decision tree that ended in a sleepover with the most feared revenant in the Ghost River Triangle, because he flails and hits me again, and I have to figure out what the fuck is going on at present.

I’ll admit, my first impulse is to hop out of the damn bed, but the sheets wrapped around my thighs pull tighter in that direction, and I have to turn to face him instead.

In the colorless moonlight streaming in from the high little window, I see beads of sweat on Bobo’s chest and forehead. His eyes are closed, the orbs flitting rapidly under his lids. Nightmare. He growls again, and then moans, plaintive as a lost child.

Shit.

“Bobo,” I whisper. It comes out pretty half-hearted. I’m staring at him, but I’m also trying to find the edge of the sheet with my hands so I can cover up my tits before he wakes up.

He moans again, a throaty, primal pleading, then thrashes his head. His eyelids stay sealed, but they smolder and darken. He’s going into revenant-face in his dreams.

Is it even safe for me to wake him up like this? He could be reliving any number of things that happened during his multiple stays in Hell, caught up in the cycles of the Earp curse.

Bobo makes that hopeless bleating sound again and my hand shoots out for his shoulder, giving it a firm shake.

“Bobo. You’re dreaming.” I try to make my voice sound soothing, but loud enough to wake him. I cringe as I shake him, hoping not to startle him too badly. “Bobo.”

“Who’s Bobo?” he mumbles, and then his pale eyes fly open. They scan the roof of the trailer for a half-second, then narrow in on my face. Before they can even finish focusing he rears up, grabbing my shoulders with both hands and shoving me down into the bed. “Who are you?”

I only squeak, cringing against the pillow and trying to appear as harmless as possible. If he can’t remember his own damn name, he certainly isn’t going to recognize mine.

His full weight is on me, pinning me to the bed, but his fingers loosen just a fraction and he exhales long across my cheek. I peek back up at him from under fearful brows.

He seems more lucid, staring down at me so close our noses could almost touch. As his wild eyes roam over my features, his face smooths out, maybe even going a little chagrined as he comes back to reality. He drops his forehead, a stray lock of his thoroughly-mussed hair falling between us. “You’re still here,” he says casually.

Is he about to pretend that nightmare didn’t happen? “I guess we both passed out,” I say. I glance down, where his fingers are still digging into my shoulder. “Used to waking up alone, I take it.”

He grunts, and rolls off me. He curls up on his side of the bed, and stares at me over the single pillow. “I’m not quite the sharing type.” His eyes look a little baleful. Like he meant that on more than one level.

“I get it,” I say, swallowing hard against the sudden ache in my chest. “Guess I should go. Now that we’re both awake.”

“Unless you’re up for another round, sugartits,” he smirks. But he makes no move to reach for me, and his skin is still pale as hell.

I give him a flat look. He certainly doesn’t seem like he wants to talk about it, but I can tell he’s still shaken by whatever dream he’s just suffered through. “Not really in the mood anymore.”

Bobo gives me a dismissive flap of his hand and rolls onto his back, rubbing his own forehead and staring at the ceiling. As he pointedly ignores me, he probably doesn’t realize that his face is slackening into an expression as lost as that noise that spurred me to wake him.

I finally figure out how to disentangle my legs from the sheets. Bobo doesn’t move a muscle as I turn my back to him, looking around on the floor for my clothes.

I get as far as my panties and shirt before I turn back to him. He’s got the top of the sheet balled up in his hands now, clutched to his chest. The picture of a boy afraid of what will happen if he falls back asleep.

“I could stay anyway.”

He doesn’t answer me right away. When he meets my eyes, the emotions are too complex for me to read. “Why.”

It’s hard not to be stung by the way the word whips between us. But it’s the right question. Bobo and I, we’re enemies. I should never have even let this night happen. And yet. Now it’s 2 a.m. and I’m staring at the man who touched me, stroked me, held me, in my most intimate places, who loved me up better than in my wildest imagination, and trusted me enough to fall asleep beside me. In my arms. Who now looks like he’s preparing to descend into Hell again. “No reason.” I sit down on the edge of the bed.

He huffs, and rolls away from me.

I don’t move.

“Do what you want.”

I think about my own nightmares, the way I get lost in memories of the things I’ve been through myself, here. And this is just Purgatory. I think about how hard it is to wake up from that alone. I take a long, steadying breath, and slide back in between the sheets.

Bobo’s shoulder looks immense, sticking up this close to my face. He huffs a deep breath, and for a moment thick scars appear, crisscrossing his back, the embers of revenant light glowing through. He exhales and they are gone.

I place my hand upon the breadth of his shoulder. Back and forth, I rub him softly, despite my fear that my skin will burn if those marks come back. Right now, all I want for us both is peace.

I feel him relax beneath my touch, muscle by muscle. Still he says nothing. Does he like this? Does he wish I would just stop, and let him sleep? When insecurity wins out over compassion, I pull my hand back into the empty space between us.

With a soft grunt, Bobo reaches around and returns my hand to his back.