#then i cleared away the rest of the leaves cuz that tiny spot would get covered up very quickly otherwise

[coquelicoq]

yeah sex is great but have you ever unflooded your street by removing leaves from the storm drains using the litter-grabber tool you bought from lowe's two weeks ago for that exact purpose?

[nightowlfandom]

Bully! Boss! Min Yoongi- Blind Rage

So ANON ASKS

Hi! How are you? Can I please have prompt 8 and 20 for yoongi with shitloads of angst? Bye! Have a nice day ,,,,or days...,,

Yes you can random stranger on the internet!, Yes you most certainly can! You didn’t include a lot of context to I made one up!  I hope you like it and please enjoy! I tried to make it as angsty as possible and I’m assuming from the prompts that you wanted it slightly dirty, but I only do smut unless it’s asked for so I toned it down for this one.

I’m good! Is you good? If not, I hope this makes your day!! 

Also! Just wanna say no posts for a lil bit cuz it’s my birthday on the 10th (Tomorrow as I am posting thing)  and I’m doing thangs (at home and SAFELY of course, so this is gonna be the only thing I post today)

Also I got a message from one of you saying I’m like the sister you never had...SO I’M YOUR SISTER NOW! YOU, AND YOU, AND YOU IN THE BACK...YOU ALL ARE MY BABIES!

8-Oh baby, I treat you like a maid because that’s basically all you are.

20- Don’t finish that sentence darling…it won’t end well for you. 

Leggo!

...

You mentally cursed as the ceramic plate shattered against the hard flooring. You could only glare at, Jungkook who had ‘accidentally’ pushed the plate off the table.

“Maid!” Jungkook impatiently snapped his fingers. “Clean this mess up, will you?”

Wordlessly, you got down on your hands and knees and picked up the pieces of broken marble. You used your the skirt of your uniform as a little device to hold the remnants of glass and wasted food. 

You walked away, cursing under your breath as a chorus of laughter rang around your bosses. Good for them, finding humor in your humiliation.

“Calm down Y/N, they’re just messing with you.” you tried to cheer yourself up. “You’re doing this for your family.”

You were determined to help your folks out to the best of your ability. Even if it meant torture from a bunch of rich assholes who never lifted a finger a day in their lives. When you finally had enough, you were gonna buy a huge ass house right next to this shit hole and tell your bosses to suck it.

“That’ll be the day.” you smiled thinking about how one day you would own property and get your mom, dad, sisters and brothers out of that tiny ass house. 

“Talking to yourself again, maid?” a voice cut through your inner montage of you moonwalking away from your bosses.

“No sir.” You ignored Yoongi as you threw the broken plate away. “I’ll get another serving ready.”

Luckily for you, it was only a salad and not a hot meal.

“No need, you’re dismissed for the night.” he waved you off. 

“Very well.” you seethed.

...

You basically flopped into bed. After a 2-hour phone call to your mom, who had managed to make you feel better. You were so done, you could fall aslee-

“MAID!”

You will apparently forever and always stand corrected. Yoongi’s room was literally right next to yours. However while yours was practically the size of a janitors closet, he along with his friends got all the luxury. You heaved yourself out of bed and trudged to his room.

“You wanted to see me.” you announced.

“Close the door.” he ordered. “ The boys think your behavior is unacceptable.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You will be.” he stood up from his bed, arms crossed. He was only in his black pants and crisp button up shirt. The first three buttons were undone, exposing his toned collarbones. Don’t look, don’t look. “They said the way you bent down, was provocative and attention grabbing.”

“With all due respect, I was cleaning up a mess one of you made.” you were confused. “How else was I supposed to-”

“I understand how pleasure can get in the way of work, but trying to seduce us on the job is very inappropriate.”

“Excuse you?” you said flatly. “I wasn’t trying to do anything like that!”

“They don’t see it that way, L/N.”

“Well you guys are bigger morons that I thought. Not every girl wants to throw themselves at your feet!” you crossed your arms.

“Well apparently you had no problem throwing yourself at Jungkook’s now did you?”

“How dare you!” you finally snapped. “Why are you accusing me of being some temptress! I work for you, I bitch about it to my friends, I get paid. Wash rinse and repeat. Nowhere in my job description says that I’m a maid, yet you all insist of treating me like it!”

“Then why do you answer to it...Maid?” Yoongi smirked, crossing his arms.

“Because if I don’t, you people turn into conniving evil assholes, using my situation against me!” you snapped in reply. “Why are you treating me like this!?”

“Oh baby...I treat you like a maid because that’s basically all you are.” he looked you up and down.

SMACK!

You didn’t have any control over what happened next. Your hand had basically shot out and slap him square across the face. 

“How...dare you!” you snapped. “You know what! I don’t care if I lose my job. You sit there on your high horse acting like your above anyone when I bet you’ve never even washed your own socks!”

Yoongi was still in shock. You had never had enough guts to stand up to anyone. All sorts of thoughts raced through his head. Shock...rage...interest..

Dare he say, pleasure?

“I am the best damn think that’s happen to this house since the last maid quit and I have worked hard for EVERYTHING I have! So here’s what I have to say before I pack my shit and leave-”

“L/N...” he warned. “I wouldn’t say another word.”

“You can go-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Darling.” Yoongi warned. “It won’t end well for you.” he glowered.

“You can go fuck yourself!” you spat anyways. “FUCK YOU, MIN!”{ you spat his name out as if it were poison. 

You had no idea how the series of events happened. Yoongi stormed up to you. You backed yourself against the door, scared out of your mind. 

“Say it again.” he breathed hoarsely. 

Wait what?

“What?” you voiced your thoughts aloud. “I’m sorry?”

“No.” he shook his head. “I’ve been waiting for this side of you for a while now.” He pinned his arms above your head. “Say it.”

“F-fuck you.” you whispered.

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do, Miss L/N.”

...

You woke up the next day to find feathers all around you. Your body ached every time you moved. You had remembered the night prior. You and Yoongi...

Speaking of which, he was still sleeping. He was laying with his head resting in his hands. He laid on his back, snoring softly. You were curious as to why he didn’t tell you to leave.

You tried to sit up. You didn’t wanna wake him. You’re uniform was on the floor, so you quietly got dressed.

“Were you going to leave without a word, maid?”

You turned around as Yoongi sat up. “A bit rude don’t you think?”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me still in your bed when you woke up.” you answered honestly.

“Well obviously.” he scoffed. “I was pretty clear in my intentions towards you.”

“Oh...you were serious?” you were surprised. “O-okay.”

In an instant you were pulled back into bed. Yoongi tightened his arms around you.

“Y’know while I’d love to be here with you in bed...I still have a job.”

“Fuck that...from now on your job is being my woman.” he scoffed.

Damn...DAMN he was smooth. 

“With all due respect, Yoongi. I’m a firm believe in working for what you have, it makes the outcome a lot more satisfying.”

“Alright, you can keep working. However...I think it’s time I give you a promotion.” he kissed the top of your head.

“About time.” you scoffed. “I’ll have your breakfast ready in a second.”

...

“You seem very happy today Y/N.” Hoseok commented as you gracefully set down the food tray.

“Do I?” you replied. “Guess I had a change of heart.” you shrugged.

“Hm, what are you planning? You put laxatives in the eggrolls?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you.

“No...I’m not sure what’s gotten into me.” you replied.

“I might have an idea.” Yoongi walked into the room, adjusting his tie. He winked at you as he sat down in his usual spot. “Did you prepare my usual?”

“Just the way you like it, sir.” you replied nonchalantly. The other boys were concerned, you had never spoken in such a high regard before. You were always huffing and giving half-assed answers...now you were behaving like a sly kitten.

“Make sure you come to my room after breakfast, maid...we have unfinished business.” Yoongi didn’t look up from his newspaper. “I expect you in a timely manner....Miss L/N.”

For the first time since you started working there, you smiled. You grabbed the tray off the table, bending over painfully slow. He peeked up over the paper, raising an eyebrow. You could tell he was trying to hide his smile, but he managed to smirk through it.

“It would be my pleasure sir.” you replied, standing up straight. “Consider it done...Mr.Min.”  You headed to the kitchen without another word before beelining for Yoongi’s room. 

You would have a little surprise waiting for him when he got here...

...

[constantlyunlightening]

Quiet

Day 10: Public Places w/ Shoto Todoroki

Warnings/Other Kinks: Bratty Dom, cum play (i guess that’s what I’m gonna tag it as), panties in mouth

If you haven’t read my Shoto Todoroki NSFW headcannons, you should. Cuz this is in line with my bratty dom theories. Is he dumb or being a smartass? Who knows?

Anyway, Shoto is super fun to write. I really liked doing this one and I hope you guys like it too!

Disclaimers: 18+ years old to read, all characters are aged 20+

He told you the next time you wore that dress in public, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. You had taken it as a compliment at the time, not a threat.

But on the day where the two of you were supposed to be heading to some fancy hero event, you found that specific dress laid out on your bed waiting for you. Honestly, you thought the gesture was adorable! Was Shoto picking out an outfit he wanted you in? You had simply forgotten all about what he had said last time.

So you put the dress on. 

It wasn’t until after the two of you mingled around the event a while before he pulled you to a corner and you heard his deep voice dance against your ear. “So you wore it? Remember what I said last time?” His voice bounced in your skull and the hand that heated up at your waist quickly jogged your memory. “I warned you.”

And with that, he dragged you away at the nearest opportunity and shoved you into a supply closet. That’s how you ended up with your dress hiked over your hips and Shoto fucking you into the walls of the tiny closet. 

You’re pretty sure the two of you had knocked something off the closet shelf in your flurry, but the cock pounding you into the wall made it really damn hard to think. Shoto had his head dipped down, lips and teeth and tongue attacking the flash that stretched your collar bone as he tightened his grip on your thighs. You were clawing at his back, trying to bite the inside of your cheek but the way he was tearing into you made it so hard to keep your noises down.

“Sho-shoto,” an urgent, whine of a whisper was all you could manage to hiss out without screaming. “I- if I make too much noise, we’re going to get caught.” A tangle of words, ushered out as quickly as possible to keep you from yelping as he speared deep into you.

He didn’t pause his hips, but he did pause the ministrations he had been trailing over you, only so he could look up at you with hues of smoke and frost. It was almost vexing how calm he looked. You were falling apart and other than the beads of sweat rolling down his face and a few labored pants. “Then stay quiet?” He offered, as if the solution were obvious. As if you could keep quiet with the hero pounding you senseless. 

With a raspy groan, you covered your mouth with a hand you detangled from his shirt and shook your head as his length rocked against your insides, slipping in and out much too snugly. “I-I cant-”

You couldn’t tell if the way he stared at you silently was him trying to actually access the situation or was him just hiding his smirk. Was he being a smartass with a poker face right now? Or was he genuinely racking his brain for a solution. You’ve been dating this man for how long now? And you still had no idea as to if he was the smartest person you knew or the dumbest. 

You weren’t ever going to find out you were pretty sure. Especially not right now with your whole body vibrating in need. 

He pulled out of you, and the seemingly randomness of it had you trying to suppress a yelp as your body strained with the sudden emptiness, trying to clamp over nothing. “Sho- what are you doing?” Your voice sounded pathetic even to your own ears as Shoto released your thighs, gently settling you back onto the ground. Had he decided to stop? Had the solution to her not making noise was to just be done? He sure didn’t seem frustrated at all but it wouldn’t be unlike him to leave you hanging and pretend like he was doing it to actually help. Or maybe he did think he was actually helping? Either way. He can’t just fuck the air out of you and stop! He couldn’t!

In your panic you failed to realize he had been working on tugging off your panties from underneath your dress  balling them up in his hands. You opened your mouth to question his actions again but in the next moment, the balled up lace was in your mouth. A muffled noise strangled out around it as Shoto was once again grabbing your thighs, and dragging you right back up against the wall and in the air. “I didn’t have a gag,” he stated simply as a small smile came to his lips. It looked so tender. But you couldn’t help but think it felt rather conniving. “It had a wet spot on it, so I know it tastes good too. But you can take it out if you think you can keep quiet on your own.”

The break without him inside you had been just long enough that the pleasure had mellowed out and left you with an ache-y opening from his earlier attack. And so when his head pushed back in, the sensitivity had you absolutely choking on your makeshift gag. You knew for a fact you wouldn’t be able to keep the noise down on your own. Shoto seemed well aware of this too as he slowly began to resheath himself in your heat, letting you adjust to the painful sensitivity and let your need build back up with each and every inch of him plugging into you. Again, that sweet smile had reached his lips as he got himself buried balls deep. “See? It worked.”

He seemed self satisfied. And it was hard to argue with saliva starting to pool at the back of your throat, dampening the lacey gag. Your hands were free. You could have reached out and removed it, but Shoto decided it was time to return to that pace from earlier without any warning. His hips were snapping up and you felt like you could feel him all the way to your stomach as he rocked you against the wall. You could no longer think about the way you could taste yourself on your panties, couldn’t think about how anyone could catch you two locked away in the closet, couldn’t think at all actually. You couldn’t even fucking see as your eyes rolled back into your skull.

He wasn’t kissing your neck anymore, but instead, focusing on watching your face contort into pleasure and you knew for a fact he was messing with you when he spoke up again with that same steady cadence. “Your eyes are looking weird. What’s wrong?” He questioned, concern etching his voice but he knew. He had made you make this face all the time and maybe he had been concerned the first couple but now he knew. Now he was just doing his very best to get under your skin as you helplessly wriggled your hips down onto him. “Should I stop?”

This little shit.

Don’t you dare! You tried to snap out at him but all that you could get out of your mouth garbled around the fabric and you felt a burst of drool dribble down your chin as you whined and huffed. And Shoto, your loving, caring, sweet, sweet partner found it within himself to fucking laugh. This man who had the poker face of a statue managed to find his sense of humor at your expense while he was balls deep inside of you. It wasn’t a boisterous laugh, hardly more than a chuckle but it was more than he usual produced. And the real kicker was, you were too senseless to even fully enjoy it right now. In contrast to the urgency in which he speared into you, he managed to let a hand move up to help clear the dribble off your face with his thumb before he regained his grasp on your thigh and continued wildly knocking your thoughts out of your head.

“I won’t stop unless you ask me to,” he murmured in reassurance as he dipped his head back down, and you missed the growl he let out against your skin as you trembled and writhed around him. He would have loved to take more time with you, but the event put you at a limit and he wasn’t about to leave his precious lover empty handed. 

He was about to leave you utterly full in fact. 

With the force from his speed keeping you suspended in place, his hand found a spot above your folds and the pad of his thumb found that sweet spot of yours fairly quickly. He groaned deeply in response to the muffled keening you gave off as he rolled your clit under his finger and as he teased and toyed and rammed his cock into your cervix, you gave in to an orgasm that rocked your whole body and he lost himself in tandem. You were filling up with sticky heat as Shoto left one last love bite against the expanse of your shoulder and your body milked him for every drop of his worth. He had to collect himself before he could slowly pull out of you, watching a drop of his essence plop on the ground beneath you.

You were shuddering as he carefully lowered you to the ground, trying to inhale deeper but choking on the concoction of saliva and lace. Shoto was kind enough to help fish out the soiled undergarments and let you flounder for air. 

“Are you alright?” Real concern this time as he brushed the hair out of your face and you were met with that combo of smog and snow as his gaze met yours. 

You slowly managed to nod your head but as you caught your breath and came to your senses, a few realizations hit you at once.

You were still in public.

And you were now filled with wet cum that was starting to leak down your inner thighs.

You moved to clench and you gave a loud whine. “Shoto! Why did you do that? I can’t clean up here.”

He blinked and his head tilted to the side and stared down at you. “Do what?”

Was he for real?

“You- its all up inside me now! How am I supposed to walk around right now? Why couldn’t you have picked somewhere we could wipe down?” You scolded quietly, embarrassment flooding through you at the thought of walking through the party like this. Then you spotted the damp pair of panties Shoto was holding in his hands and another flare of emotions ran through you. You groaned.

“I figured we didn’t want to make a mess in here. Was I wrong?” His brows furrowed and now you were left to believe that he seriously just didn’t think about the implications of his girlfriend having to walk around the rest of the evening filled with his load, and a pair of soaked underwear.

Or maybe his poker face was really just that good.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

I”m gonna do two imagines at once because I figured these two can go hand in hand

The reader face-riding Erik and Erik holding the reader’s hips down and overstimulating her/ Erik telling the reader “lemme dig in that pussy one time”

This shit here... WHEW!

Nasty smut per usual.

“Happy birthday you fine ass Sagittarius.”

Y/N’s boyfriend, Ace, was gliding his tongue like the black mamba snake along her exposed neck. He had just taken her to a fancy dinner and now they were headed back their place to finish the night off just right. Ace looked over at his woman dressed in a satin mini dress colored sage. Her braided hair was twisted up into a bun and her skin shimmered from all the body glow she had put on.

“Thank you, Baby,” Y/N squeezed Ace’s hand, interlacing her tiny fingers with his long slender ones, “Now, are you gonna tell me who you’ve been texting all night talking about it’s a surprise?! I am fucking dying over here.”

“What I tell you? Save that begging shit for later.” Ace looked at Y/N with sly eyes, “Sexy ass.”

Y/N wanted to savor this moment as much as she could while her man was home from the military. He would be leaving again in about a couple of weeks. She pouts like a baby, folding her arms over her 36 C cup breasts. Tiny whimpers escaping her mouth, Ace adjusts himself in his seat, trying his best not to react to her seducing sounds. He’d missed every ounce of her. Every curve, every noise she made, the way she smelled, how soft her skin was. Being away and seeing all that death, Ace had to keep a positive image of Y/N in his brain.

They both pulled up to a gated community. This is where they both live. A big house built from the ground up. An accomplishment he happily came back to when he could. Pulling up in one of the spots of their three-car garage, Ace turns off the car, not yet getting out as his phone was in his hands again. Y/N had her Pink Whitney Amsterdam Vodka bottle resting in her lap ready to be opened. Ace was driving her crazy!!! She wanted some of that good dick. She just knew he would beat her pussy up like he’d been locked away in jail for 30+years. She needed a hurting on her good pussy.

“Wassup, E,” Ace acknowledged the man on the other line with a grin, “You here already? Where? I didn’t see you when I pulled up.

E? She looked behind her out of the rearview window, spotting a blacked-out G Wagon flashing its hazards to gain their attention. She turns back around in her seat, side-eyeing Ace. What was this nigga up to? He’d already bought her all the things she wanted, taken her out to eat, what else could he have in store for her? Y/N unbuckled her seat belt, turning towards Ace while he talked on the phone.

“Nah, I think she’ll remember you, bruh. Y/N got a good memory... yeah, shes giving me a look right now,” Ace laughs at Y/N’s annoyed expression, “Just come over to the house, let's make this reunion happen.”

Ace hung up his phone, pocketing it before taking his keys out of the ignition and getting out of the car. Y/N waited as he came around to her side, opening her door and grabbing the 24k gold and red roses he purchased from THE. MILLION. ROSES out of her hand with the bottle of Amsterdam Vodka. since Ace’s sports car was so low she had to duck while getting out. Y/N reaches out her soft manicured hand for Ace to grab, but it wasn’t Ace’s hand that took hold. She could feel a thicker, more solid hand grab hers, fingers covered in rings, very sturdy and overpowering her rather tiny one. Startled by the unfamiliar texture, Y/N placed her doe-eyes on a man standing at 6’3, braided-back dreads, black T-shirt on with a denim jacket, black ripped jeans and a pair of Vans on his feet. Gold around his neck, wrist, and fingers, even in his teeth when he smiled down at her.

Ace stood back, hands in his black and red plaid jacket pockets, watching the scene in front of him. Y/N was pulled from her seat, her hand reaching behind her to fix her mini dress since her ass was too much for it. Ace told her it was two sizes too small but she didn’t care. Now that she’s standing in front of E, she felt exposed.

“Wassup, birthday girl,” He spoke softly.

“E...Erik?” She finally recognized him. It’s been at least a few years since she saw him. He had a curly fro the last time they’d seen each other.

“It’s been a while I know,” his eyes trailed down her frame, “Still looking good I see.”

Y/N, perplexed that Erik so openly gave her a compliment in front of her man, looked over at Ace to see if he would correct his boy. To her surprise, Ace has this coy smile spread across his full lips.

“Can we go inside? It’s getting chilly out here,” Y/N tried to revert the topic of discussion. Ace hands Erik her roses and vodka while he leads the way to his front entrance.

“After you, ma” The gesture was simple but so...tantalizing. A shiver spread throughout her body at the thought of Erik checking out her ass as it swayed in her tight mini dress. The way her legs looked in her heels didn’t help situations either. Ace held the door opened for her, allowing her to walk past. Ace slaps her ass hard as hell, Y/N giving him a shy look before turning towards both men. Erik was smiling wide and dangerous at Ace before turning his hard, intoxicating eyes onto Y/N’s body. That entire moment made her ankles buckle a little and she hoped that she didn’t look crazy.

“Can I get comfortable before we have some drinks?” She rested her plush bottom on the grey velvet ottoman in their shared living room, taking off her heels. She flexed her toes, resting the shoes next to the love seat.

“Oh Nah, keep that dress on, girl.” Ace instructed her.

Y/N looked over at Erik who was helping himself to some Hennessy that Ace has at his living room mini bar. He had his denim jacket off at this point, all those muscles in his arms...his almond skin looked beautiful....

She froze.

Now she was beginning to think that Ace must have known how attracted to Erik she was. She had eyes, her man's friend is sexy as hell. It just overwhelmed her seeing him like this. More muscles, hair in those sexy dreads, gold in his mouth...

“Hey,” Ace’s lips were on her cheek, trailing down to her neck. Y/N took her hand, rubbing it against the shiny black waves in his hair. She placed her lips against the chocolate skin of his cheek before teasing him with her jeweled tongue.

“Mm,” Ace lifts her up, making her straddle him while he rested on the grey velvet love seat. Drink in his hand, he sipped while his other hand moved slowly over her arched back and ass. Y/N felt so nervous doing this in front of Erik. Erik was seated on the edge of the ottoman right next to them both, drinking out of his glass with those eyes on her face and only her face. She wrapped her arms around Ace while his soft lips attacked her protruding cleavage. Y/N held Erik’s gaze but it was a challenge with the way those whiskey-colored eyes surveyed her.

“Damn, shit don’t make no sense how much I missed you. Tell her Erik, my ass was going crazy.”

Erik smiles, “you had this nigga fantasizing about you. Every fucking day. And every fucking night. Couldn’t get this nigga to shut up.”

“Awww, babe,” Y/N grabs Ace’s chin, “Daddy, I missed you too.”

Erik made a sound at that, causing Ace to laugh and Y/N to blush profusely. What Erik didn’t tell her was how Ace shared all of their wild sex stories with him. Ace would tell Erik how bomb Y/N’s pussy is. Straight wet wet and nice and tight like she did kegel exercises. He even disclosed that she had a major head game too, jaws strong as a bitch.

She can suck a golf ball through a water hose that’s how he described it.

“Damn, bro. She got it like that? Just the thought of it is making my dick hard,” Erik said, laughing.

Another thing Y/N didn’t know but Erik and Ace did, was that she would be fulfilling her man's deepest, darkest fantasy. Give the birthday girl a real treat. From talks about how his girl put it down to Erik spotting Ace from time to time admiring nude photos of Y/N, he was thinking about fucking his friend's girl. He never told Ace, but now he didn’t need to. Ace hit him up about a week ago before Erik came home from a JSOC mission that he wanted Erik to fuck his girl in front of him.

“Say, bro, would you like to hit Y/N?” Ace had asked.

Erik was in disbelief on FaceTime with Ace. He couldn’t believe that he asked him that so openly, even though his brain was saying hell yeah I want that puss.

“Are you for real? Man, you are crazy, nigga.”

Ace’s look said it all.

“You are for real, Huh? Okay,” he said, letting Ace know he was game.

And Erik was down for whatever. Clearly, Y/N was too with the way she looked at him with those come fuck me, Daddy eyes. He’d fuck her real good too. That nigga Ace was in for a show. This fine bitch Y/N was about to give that pussy up.

“Are you having a good time, baby?” Ace asked Y/N, looking from her to Erik.

“Yes, this is really nice. I feel like a princess,” she stated, satisfied with the outcome of the night.

“It’s cuz you are a princess.” Ace said, praising her.

“You want some of your vodka, Y/N?” Erik asks. Y/N nods her head at him, watching Erik get up to retrieve her bottle and make her a nice cup of it. Ace whispers happy birthday in her ear, bringing his lips to hers and sucking on her bottom lip. She could taste the Hennessy on his warm wet tongue and feel the icy grill on his lower teeth. Right then and there she wanted his tongue dancing around her pussy.

“Daddy,” she moans.

“Yeah, girl?”

“I need you to fuck me now. I want your dick inside of me. Fuck me please.”

Y/N tried to be discreet and whisper that but Erik heard it all loud and clear while making her drink. He walked back over to the horny couple, standing behind Ace and handing Y/N her glass over the back of the couch.

“Thank you, E,” she takes a nice sip, eyelids fluttering from Ace’s slick tongue on her neck and his hand rubbing her juicy, hard clit through her satin thong. Y/N ground her pussy roughly against his hand, nonverbally urging him to plunge his fingers deep inside of her little pussy.

“Mmm,” Y/N moaned while stroking the back of Ace’s head. Ever so gently, while Erik stood there behind the love seat, lustfully gazing at Y/N and loving the sounds she made, Ace caressed her face and brought her lips to his once more, and gave her a nice sloppy kiss.

“I told my boy you have some good pussy, baby girl,” Ace whispered, informing Y/N that Erik knew of some of their sexcursions.

“Oh, really? And why would you do that, Daddy?”

That seductive look in her eyes said it all. Ace placed Y/N on the couch, adjusting his dick in his dark-wash denim jeans. He sat his empty glass on the black and silver coffee table. Y/N’s pussy was extremely wet and warm. The moisture probably made itself visible through her panties. Erik came over to seat himself next to Y/N while Ace was on her other side. Both men refilled their glasses, Ace reaching between Y/N’s legs to see exactly how wet his woman was.

“Damn,” Erik says, licking the liquor from his bottom lip, “that shit wet wet just like you said, Ace.”

Y/N lets out an airy sigh, face hot from the way Erik leaned forward with his elbows to see it all. He was seeing everything. The way Ace rubbed her wet satin thong, how the exposed skin of her pussy lips shined like she’d been oiled down.

“I told E how good your pussy tastes,” Ace whispered. “He wants to eat it for you.”

“E?” She asks timidly. Oh, it was written all over her face. That sexy helpless look on her face. E wants to eat my tight little pussy, Daddy, that’s what she looked like she wanted to say. Drink almost slipping from her hand, Erik takes it, placing it on the coffee table next to his. He swallows spit before biting his lip, preparing his taste buds for her pussy. Erik and Ace shared a look, both mischievous men smirking.

“Hey, bro,” Ace finally pulled Y/N’s soaking wet thong to the side. Erik let out a hiss, the sound causing Y/N’s toes to curl, “You wanna taste this pussy? I told you it was good. Come and get this pussy.” Inviting Erik to join in.

Without saying another word, Erik was bending over Y/N’s lap in a single bound and attacked her pussy like a flesh-eating piranha. Y/N was semi-naked and it wasn’t enough for Erik at all. He wanted to see her fully naked while he stared up from between her legs. Ace sat back on the ottoman, one hand palming his erection while the other held his glass of Henny. His voyeurism kink was finally going to come to life in front of him. Y/N looked overwhelmed by the way Erik licked her. She was squirming and shaking, looking from Ace to Erik with a bewildering look in her eyes. The soft-sounding moans that escaped her mouth seemed to grab hold of Erik’s dick because now he wanted to yank his jeans off and plunge into her tasty pussy. Erik sopped her pussy like it was a full course meal. This nigga was really eating it up and Ace couldn’t help the grunts that escaped his mouth.

“Take this shit off,” Erik demanded Y/N. Y/N timidly lifted her dress over her belly and up past her tits.

“Don’t be shy, listen to Kill,” Ace had his hands down his pants now.

“Kill?” She asked with a perplexed expression. Y/N felt Erik’s lips on her neck, his hands helping her the rest of the way with that dress. She was finally fully naked, her big juicy nipples all poked out and ready to be sucked up.

“Kill wants some of that pussy.” Ace reminded Y/N. She could feel Kill against her inner thigh. He was much thicker than Ace but they were around the same length. She wasn’t used to being stuffed and bottomed-out at the same time.

“Yo, this couch ain't doing it for me. Can we take this shit to the bed?” Erik asked while running his fingers between her pussy lips. He sounded so desperate and it made her bite her lip. She couldn’t believe she was going through with this. This was a surprise alright.

“Take it wherever you want, bro, as long as I get to watch the way you fuck her.”

That was enough for Erik. He picks Y/N up, throwing her over his shoulder. The action was rough and the way he slapped her ass didn’t help make it any less rough. Ace was following behind Erik, telling him where the master bedroom was on the second level. Finally there, Erik takes a naked Y/N and laid her softly on her back on the large bed. Ace made himself comfortable in a chair facing the head of the bed, the sound of his belt and zipper loud in Y/N’s ears. Erik was taking off his clothes.

“Happy birthday, you know you special,” Erik told her with a low seductive voice. Shirt off, she took in his defined body littered with scars. Now, he was working on his jeans, pulling those down nice and slow so she could watch his dick bob out at her. Once the long, and fat pole was free from its confines, Y/N gasped, mouth hanging open and ready for a dick in it. His dick in it.

Ace gave his right hand a workout by stroking his dick. He planned on cumming all over himself tonight. Erik returned to the bed, Ace witnessing the helpless look on his girl's face as Erik pulled her legs apart roughly, his face disappearing between her legs. It was as if she had no control over her reaction to the way Erik ate her pussy. That pretty face of hers contorted with pleasure.

“FUCK. Ace forgot to mention how sweet this pussy is,” Erik was eating that little pussy better than Ace. It didn’t make him feel jealous, it made his dick harder and heavier in his hand. All he wanted his woman to do was cum on his homeboy's face. Erik breathes hard on her clit and then started kissing all around her glazed pussy. He was licking and kissing everything but her clit.

He brought his face up to Y/N’s, kissing her lips, “what you want me to do, princess?”

Without stuttering, she said, “I want you to suck my clit, Erik!!!”

Finally, Erik began sucking it. He would move away and then come back to it. Move away and then come back to it, and that shit felt so damn good! He started licking it with long strokes, and she could feel his tongue working it’s way around the lips of her pussy and then dart in and out of it with expert precision. Erik worked his way back to her “trigger” and ran his tongue down each side of her clit and tickled it underneath. Erik didn’t miss a spot and Y/N enjoyed every bit of it. Erik swirled his tongue around the hood of her clit and Y/N started rocking her hips back and forth as he started pushing down harder with his mouth. He didn’t come up for air once, and the pressure and rhythm of his tongue on her clit was almost poetic!

Y/N never knew there were so many ways to suck a pussy before this moment on her birthday. Just when she thought it was over, Erik enclosed his whole mouth around her clit and started sucking it lightly, as he blew on it with his warm breath. He kept glancing up at her pretty face; she could tell he was getting off by the way she was moaning and driving that pussy into his face. He placed deep French kisses on her clit and sucking on it until Y/N was ready to cum. The stimulation was toe-curling, and as she thought she would fly off the bed but Ace was by her side now, keeping her legs open with his dick all out and slick with pre-cum next to her mouth. Erik was in the zone, he wasn’t about to turn the pussy loose for Ace to get a taste.

“Damn, homie, you sucking it like it’s your pussy...stay still baby, let him have it. This nigga Kill is hungry I see.”

Right when Ace said that, Y/N shouted at the top of her lungs in between chocked up moans, “This is your pussy!! This is your pussy!!” Erupting all over Erik’s face. As she rested her head back against the pillows, Erik finally let Ace join in as they both leaned forward and started slurping and feasting on what Y/N could rightly say was both of their pussy.

“Daddy,” she looked into Ace’s eyes then over into Erik’s, “Daddy.” She called both of them niggas Daddy.

“Damn, E, got your whole mouth on her clit.” Ace watched Erik back at it again with the sucking and slurping.

“Look at the way you making her pussy cream, bro,” Ace scoops up some of that cream, placing his finger in his mouth, “Fuck, this slutty little pussy is leaking.”

Ace goes back to his seat, rubbing Y/N’s juices on his dick. Erik lifted up her body, making her sit on his face. She could feel him running his tongue up and down her swollen pussy. He had his big biceps holding her in place while he overstimulated her clit with a back and forth motion of his sharp tongue and a little pulling and nibbling action of his plush lips. She was grinding all sexy on his mouth, her eyes watching Ace standing directly in front of her now, jerking his long dick. His slit was open and a long string of pre-cum spilled out and to the bed. Y/N had nowhere to run while Erik worked her sensitive clit into yet another orgasm.

“Daddy, Erik,” she cried, her arms shaking while her cum spilled and spilled into Erik’s mouth. He licked her clean, giving her pussy gentle kisses before pulling her off of him.

“You ready for me, Y/N?” He looked at her, his face shiny with her juices, “you ready for me to fuck that little pussy while your man buss a nut to it?”

Y/N got into doggie style position. She opened her pussy lips wide and said, “Here, Daddy, fuck this juicy pussy.”

“Shit,” Erik moaned.

“Keep that slutty little pussy open just like that baby girl,” Ace encourages. Erik takes a condom from his jeans pocket, opening it and rolling it over his dick. Secured, getting behind Y/N, he placed her body at an angle so that Ace could see how Erik was going to fuck her. Her shoulders and face were pressed into the bed, everything else up and to the ceiling. Erik reaches up under Y/N, rubbing her swollen clit.

“Lemme dig in this pussy one time,” Erik whispered. If only he could take Ace’s words literally. With the pussy Y/N had, once wouldn’t be enough. Erik thought he only needed one round of sex with this bad bitch to satisfy his fantasy...

“Fuck me, Daddy,” She cries, backing her twat into his meat.

“Yes! Call me Daddy,” Erik said, taking his enormously impressive dick, attempting to push it inside of Y/N’s pussy.

“Ace, yo,” Erik stops for a moment, looking over at his friend, “Yo, she hella tight, bruh,” He laughs.

“Told you, Bro.”

“Erik beat Y/N’s clit with his dick before trying to get in her shit again. The condom was a bitch tryna get all up inside of her.

“Take the condom off, fuck her raw,” Ace said with finality, “She feels sooooo much better that way anyway.” Ace didn’t understand the mistake in his words. Y/N had some good pussy...

“Please,” she begged.

Erik let out a satisfying moan at the way she begged for it raw. Shit, he liked this little one. Erik takes off the condom, rubbing her wetness over his dick some more before trying again. The minute he pushed himself inside successfully, was the moment he knew he was never going back. She literally swallowed him. Sucked him in like a vacuum. Ace’s words weren’t enough to explain how good this pussy was.

“Damn, baby girl, you giving up that juicy pussy to the homie?” Ace came to stand in front of her, bringing his dick to her mouth.

“That’s right, suck my big dick, baby, suck me good.”

“Damn right, I’m gonna suck it,” Y/N said with her mouth full of dick. Ace gripped her braids in his hand, popping her mouth off.

“Here,” he said, stuffing her mouth again with dick.

Erik was taking long, deliberate strokes. He feared if he picked up the pace, he would cum quick and he didn’t want that right now. She was so damn tight and warm around him.

“I love this sloppy pussy!” Erik has his lip between his teeth, fucking Y/N with no hands.

“Damn...Ace...look at her throwing it back on me, look at all this ass on my dick, bro.” Erik moaned.

Y/N found an easy rhythm to suck Ace while Erik tortures her pussy.

“She wetting you’re shit up man, I see them jaws you were talking about, mmm,” Erik had the best view, her little pussy wrapped around him and her mouth on Ace’s dick.

“Come get you some,” Ace slips out of Y/N’s mouth, stepping back to sit down and jerk his wet dick. Her spit gave him the best lubricant while he stroked. Even though he just wanted to sit back and watch Erik fuck his girl, it was damn hard. He’d always wanted to know what she looked like getting fucked. Ace decided to sit back and enjoy the rest of the moment for now so Erik could have all the fun he wanted. Erik was in front of Y/N now, his soaking wet dick mixed with her cream all over him and his pubic hair.

“Keep your mouth wide open. You ready for all of this?” Erik swinging his wet dick in front of her face had her slobbering.

“Yes, Daddy.” She gave him that innocent look with those big eyes.

“Gimme Some,” Erik whispers, grabbing her hair with one hand, and her chin with the other while his dick pressed between her lips and into her mouth.

“Suck that dick,” Erik grunted, thrusting his hips forward, causing Y/N’s head to push back. Erik started pulling his dick all the way out and thrusting all the way back in.

“She working your shit, E? Using them tight jaws on her?” Ace said, stroking his dick. Ace watched his girl swallow Erik’s dick, making his friend's eyes flutter shut.

“Goddamn, Bitch! Take it...yeah...take it deep.” Erik reached behind Y/N, slapping her ass hard. Her ass thrust up into the air, basically letting him know that she wanted that. Erik slapped her ass again, Y/N moaning around his dick. She popped her mouth off, a string of spit falling to her tits.

“Spank me again, Daddy.” She asked in a child-like voice.

“You like it when I pop that big ass?” Erik said, both of his hands came down in unison on her cheeks, “Yeah, you like that,” he thrusts his dick back into her mouth, making her gag.

“If you stay in her mouth too long she’ll have your ass cumming,” Ace joked. He was ready to buss a nut himself but he wanted to witness Erik back inside of Y/N’s slit.

“Same thing for that pussy,” Erik joked back. He slipped out of Y/N’s mouth, laying her on her back and putting her legs over his shoulders. Erik rested his arms behind her thighs to elevate her even more, her ass hanging over the edge of the bed, Erik’s toned hips angled perfectly over her body. His dick slipped inside with ease this time, even though she gripped him so tightly. He pistoned in and out to the tip of his dick down to his balls. Her body was bouncing against the damn bed. Erik was on his hands, looking down at her. She had her hands up, grabbing his wrists, her toes curled. Erik has to look down at the way his dick was murdering her pussy.

“Damn, Daddy, it’s so thick.”

Erik’s eyes rolled shut. He brought his mouth down to suck on her pretty chocolate nipples.

“It’s too big for my pussy,” She announced, “I thought my pussy could handle it.”

Ace felt his balls swell up, his hand shaking around his erection. Ropes of cum shot out and on his jeans, a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn’t believe how much cum spilled from him. That cum was begging to be freed.

“Daddy, let-let me lick it up,” Y/N wanted to taste him again. Ace groans, getting up to allow Y/N to taste the rest of himself off his dick. She took him deep into her mouth, sucking him dry while Erik held her thighs back with his hands.

“How’s That mouth?” Erik asked while deep in her pussy.

“Fucking amazing,” Ace said while holding Y/N’s head with both hands, “how’s that tight little pussy?”

“Goddam, she’s tight as fuck,” Erik panted.

Erik picked up the pace, Y/N’s mouth popping off Ace’s dick to let out a sharp moan. He was bold in her pussy. He really wanted this.

“Erik, homie, you going crazy with it. Beating that pussy up.” Ace was jerking his dick again, smacking Y/N’s face with it.

“Bruh,” Erik slips out of her good puss, “I was about to buss in your bitch.”

Ace’s dick jumped at that.

“Flip your pretty ass over,” Erik demanded. Y/N lifts up, flipping her ass over. Erik pressed her down yet again, making sure her ass was up in the air.

“Get that shit,” Ace was ready to watch Erik fuck her ass up from the back. Erik spread her cheeks open, his dick so deep she felt it in her abdomen. He was so deep if you looked at her belly you’d probably see his dick digging in her guts.

“You’re fucking me so good, Erik,” she panted.

“Giving this pussy up, huh?” The loud clapping sounds from her ass on him made Ace grunt.

“Pound that fat puss, E, give this bitch what she wants!” Ace yells.

“Look at this pussy, you can see it gripping my shit,” Erik said. Ace came behind, a load groan escaping his mouth. She was so wet. She dripped to the bed, pussy fitting tight around Erik. Her pussy was loving him.

“There’s enough for you, Daddy!! Take me please!!!” She whined so sexily beneath him. All soft and delicate like a little. Erik was about to cum, his fingers sinking into her flesh. She was looking back at him with those pretty ass eyes. Erik was caught up in them, giving her more of him like he wasn’t already filling her up.

“Oh, fuck,” she let her mouth hang open, her hands coming back to grab her own ass.

“I’ma cum on your dick, Daddy. Your making my pussy cum so good!!!”

She squeezed his ass. Erik almost fell from behind her with how she had him.

“Gimme you’re arms! Now!” Erik barked out. She reached behind her, her eyes falling on Ace’s dick, then to Erik’s intense sweaty face. She felt him beat her down. Her stomach tightened again, cumming on him yet again.

“Fuck!!!!” Ace yells, cumming on the bed. He was so overwhelmed by how good Erik fucked her.

“Damn! This good pussy...ima cum all over this fat butt!!!”

Erik pulled out, cumming on Y/N’s back and ass. She reached behind her, taking his cum on her fingers and bringing it to her mouth. She sucked it all off before lifting up to suck the rest off of his dick. She grabbed hold of Ace’s dick, jerking his while sucking Erik’s. The sounds coming from them both had her ready to take both dicks at the same time.

“Ace, are you gonna get in my pussy?”

She pouted while Erik massages her nipples.

“You know ima get in that pussy, baby.” He reassured her.

“You were such a good fucking girl for me,” Erik praises her. He leans down, kissing her lips softly. Y/N felt her heart stutter in her chest. It felt so good kissing him. Her eyes connected with Erik’s, looking at him with a desperate need for his lips again.

“Mm,” Erik slipped away, laying flat on his back with his fist around his dick. Y/N was sucking Ace off now, Erik focused on the way she took her time to suck it. It was like art. His eyebrows knitted together, jaw growing tight. Damn, he was hooked and it was just one fuck.

Lemme dig in that pussy one time.

He lied. There was no way he could leave here with just one taste.

“You staying the night, E?” She asked softly with Ace’s dick in her hand, face all covered in spit. She was fucking killing him.

Erik looked up at Ace, his friend shrugging his shoulders.

“You wanna stay the night?” Ace asked.

“If that’s cool with you, yeah,” Erik slowly stroked his dick. Y/N had an expectant look in her eyes.

“Please? Stay,” she grabbed Erik’s dick, causing him to close his eyes and cover her hand with his, stroking his dick with her.

“Okay.” He allowed her to stroke him fully. His dick was like steel.

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Snowed In

Well this it folks, my last Ulquihime Week entry for this year. As always it's been a joy to participate and see everything that all of the other users have created, and that those who host the event take such care to plan our ship week. I had a blast and I'm looking forward to doing this again next year. Till then however, let's all keep on making content for our otp!

Ok so onto the story, today's theme is Winter/Warmth and I really didn't know what to do, until I remembered I have a whole AU I could use and stuck with that. For those who haven't read my entries from previous years the Reunion AU basically had Ulquiorra and Orihime meet again after a few years, Orihime ran off from her wedding with Ichigo and Ulquiorra is now human(along with the other Arrancar). At this point in the time the two have been dating for a month. Hope you like!

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Ulquihime Week- Day 6: Winter/Warmth

Snowed In

"For the last time Tia, I'll ask her but that dosen't mean she'll say yes." Ulquiorra repeated over the phone for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

His friends had all told him to invite Orihime over for Christmas dinner, and while he wasn't too keen on the holiday he knew his woman was. This would be the first time he would be asking her to spend an event with him and his 'family' and while he might deny it, Ulquiorra was nervous.

"Schiffer, of course she'll say yes. That girl is quite taken with you."

"I'd like to think so, but still, don't be disappointed if she declines."

"Yes, yes, I am ready to accept a negative answer. Still, I wanted some civilized company this year."

He could tell she directed her angry tone at Nnoitra. From over the phone Ulquiorra could hear them bickering.

"If ya don't want me to eat the cookies. Don't leave em on the table!"

"Those were freshly baked! How are you not burned?!"

"Cuz I still have Arrancar-like skin."

"Fool! Your hands are red! I have to go Ulquiorra. Our gigantic toddler has injured himself again."

"No surprise there. I shall see you later."

He arrived at the cafe soon after his call ended, yet he knew things weren't right. Orihime usually waited for him outside, but despite the closed sign in the door, she was nowhere to be seen. Ulquiorra rushed into the cafe, immediately upon entering he heard a loud noise.

"I know language was never your best subject but I think the sign on the door was pretty easy to read Kurosaki!"

"Inoue, just let me explain everything."

"I told you to fuck off!" Orihime angrily took off her arpon and walked away. Ulquiorra headed towards her. The second she saw him, her anger subsided.

He dared to look at Kurosaki. The redhead was no longer the headstrong teen he had met six years ago. His hair was shorter, and while he's grown taller, Ulquiorra thought he looked less intimidating.

"How- How are you here? You died."

"I got better." Ulquiorra answered sarcastically. "Now, I believe you heard the woman. She's not interested in speaking to you."

Ichigo didn't seem keen on backing down, his surprised stare turned into a glare. "You don't get to decide for her anymore, Ulquiorra."

"Oh just shut up already, Ichigo! I don't owe you shit! Tatsuki picked up my stuff a while ago, I've kept away from you and your kin, and paid back what I owed to you father. Aside from those unresolved matters we have nothing else to talk about!"

"I think leaving one's own wedding and then vanishing for two months is something to talk about! You never gave me an explanation for that."

He'd never seen Orihime so enraged, her pale face turned red and she was clenching her fist so hard her arms shook. "You want an explanation?! Fine! I left because just as I was going to get Kenpachi-san to walk me to the altar, I found you and Kuchiki-San! Then you kissed her! When we were young I thought you were in love with her, but since you proposed to me and made me feel as if I was the one you wanted, my worries faded. Imagine how I felt at that moment! I gave up NASA for you, scholarships, internships, my own damn college ambitions all went down the drain! All because I wanted to be with you, and look where the fuck that got me!

So there's your bloody explanation! Now scram!"

There was a small moment of silence before Kurosaki left. The second he was out the door, Ulquiorra hugged Orihime close. "Let it out."

Orihime didn't want to cry over it anymore, but her body betrayed her. She shook as she cried, her sobs echoed in the small cafe and the only solace she could find was the warmth Ulquiorra's hug provided.

As he held onto her, Ulquiorra checked an alert on his phone. There was a snow storm coming to Naruki.

"Woman, it's likely we won't be able to reach your apartment in time. Would you like to accompany me home?"

Orihime stopped crying after hearing that. "Yes. I'd love to go with you."

"Good, I've sent a message to Szayel, he should be coming to pick us up before the storm gets worse."

"Okay."

Orihime stared at Ulquiorra's face for a moment. When she first saw him again after all these years he looked just as he did the day he turned to ash under her touch. Now, he seemed so different. His hair was longer and styled, he often wore leather and dark make up, and even facial jewelery. She also noticed he began doing those things when the two began dating. Maybe it was an effort to become more human like for her.

"Ulqui, are you sure it's okay for me to come home with you? I don't want to bother the others."

"It's no bother, they were all hoping to see you again." Ulquiorra cleared his throat, as he often did when he was nervous. "Actually they were insistent that I brought you home for Christmas celebrations next week."

She blushed. "Really? I'd love to go! Spending Christmas alone is not much fun. I would be happy to spend it with your family."

He sighed in relief. "I'm glad."

"You sound nervous, did you think I'd decline?"

"Well, yes. But that's not why I was nerveous. It's just the others can be quite a handful. I don't want them to overwhelm you."

"I'll be fine, I love hyper groups of people. Besides you and I can have some alone time later."

"That I won't mind."

Szayel arrived at the cafe slightly later than expected. The sky was already darkening, and the road was icy. He drove slowly but made sure to calculate the time properly.

"Inoue-san, I hope you don't mind, Halibel has prepared a room for you, along with clothes. It's likely the snowstorm will keep you from going home tonight, perhaps even longer."

"That's fine. Thanks for telling me Szayel. I'll be sure to not cause any trouble."

"Oh sweetie it's no trouble at all, we are all looking forward to having you around. Ulquiorra has told us so much about you!"

Ulquiorra, Who had been dozing off in the front seat, was now wide awake and glaring at Szayel.

Orihime laughed at the scene before her. "Does he? What has he told you?"

"That he enjoys speaking to you, and that you have a lovely aura, and that you look very pretty in a sundress."

By now Ulquiorra was a blushing mess, he hid his face under the hoodie of his coat, but Orihime has already seen it. She smiled and blew a kiss in his direction. "Well I think he looks good in black clothes."

Ulquiorra caught the hint. Black was what he always wore, meaning Orihime always found him to be cute. He smiled, this time without covering his blush.

***

Her arrival had been met with hugs, greetings, an enthusiastic snuggle from the family's pet.

"Kukkapuro's no stranger to cuddling new people. He won't leave you alone for the rest of the night." Stark drowsily told her as he tried to get Kukkapuro to move. The hollow puppy ignored him.

"That's okay, Stark-san. I don't mind."

The sleepy man nodded and went back to his favorite spot, on the lap of his boyfriend. Szayel rolled his eyes and let him sleep.

She smiled at the scene, it reminded her of the times she'd act overly affectionate and Ulquiorra would be either unimpressed or dead quiet. Strangely enough she didn't mind.

"Orihime! Can you come to the kitchen? I need your help!"

She followed Halibel's voice to the kitchen. The older women had baked a new batch of cookies and wanted her opinion.

"You're the star baker after all." She told her.

The woman's tone was so sweet Orihime couldn't bear to tell her she hadn't finished culinary school.

She took a bite, savoring the sweet yet salty ginger cookie. "These are great! You're an incredible baker, Halibel-san."

"Thank you, it means a lot coming from a professional. There is something I'd like your help with."

"Anything."

***

"Are you going to chose a movie already?!"

Ulquiorra glared at Nnoitra, who had probably been banned from the kitchen.

"I am not choosing anything until the girls come back with the food. Have some patience Jiruga!"

"I am plenty patient!"

"I agree with Ulquiorra, you have a short fuse. Now be quiet." Szayel snapped.

"Tch. If I'd know you were going to be so moody I would've spent the week with Tesla and Cyan."

"Tesla might've been your fracción but I think even he knows you shouldn't be around a newborn." Stark mumbled in his drowsy state.

Ulquiorra chuckled, as he remembered the little bundle Cyan had given birth to a week ago. He didn't consider himself the baby type but that had been disproven the moment he was allowed to carry the tiny child.

"Maybe you and Inoue will produce a cute baby one day."

Ulquiorra almost fell off the sofa. "Nnoitra if you don't shut up I will disembowel you!"

Szayel shushed them both and pointed down to a sleeping Stark, but by then it was too late. The pair began bickering and Kukkapuro howled along.

***

"See? It's always like this. Can't get some quiet until bedtime."

"Don't worry. This'll warm them up!"

The girls walked out of the kitchen with cookies and hot chocolate. "Settle down! We're here with the treats! Ulquiorra you can pick a movie if you'd like."

He nodded and began browsing. Orihime gave everyone a cup of chocolate and cookies. Once her boyfriend had picked a movie, she sat down with him and their treats.

It didn't take long for the others to fall asleep. According to Ulquiorra this was a common occurrence. 'They'll be asleep before the second act ends.'

The couple was snuggling together covered by a thick blanket, they had finished their sweets and once the movie ended they would be going to bed.

"Hey Ulqui."

"Yes, love?"

"Thanks for tonight. I don't know how badly things would've gotten if I hadn't come with you."

Seeing Ichigo had soured her day greatly, and walking home alone in the freezing cold to cry herself to sleep would've been twice as hellish. Thankfully her boyfriend was there to dry her tears and make her smile again.

"You're welcome woman. I shall always be here for you, so whenever you feel like the world is falling apart remember to lean on me. It is now my eternal duty to keep you smiling."

She giggled and nuzzled close to him. "Thanks Ulqui. You're really sweet." The beating of his heart was lulling her to sleep, but Orihime resisted, she wanted to see the end of the movie. "I have to repay you one day for all the kindness you've given me. Feels like I'm only taking."

"No, you're mistaken. It is I who's repaying a debt to you. Back when I was a hollow you brought joy into my life again, and since then I've thought that one lifetime won't be enough to repay you."

"Then you better be with me in every other lifetime."

He wouldn't refuse such a request. Ulquiorra looked down at Orihime, their gazes met and he knew this was the perfect moment to do as he had planned for so long. He leaned down to press his lips against hers, a soft kiss which caused them both to blush. They both tasted of chocolate and ginger cookies, still it was perfect.

"I love you." He whispered only for her.

Orihime caressed his cheek and smiled. "I love you too."

They stayed like that for the rest of the night, tangled in a warm embrace as the snow continued to fall outside.

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Blue Eyes

Prompts 47/48

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“What use are you to this team?” On paper it would seem innocent but from the still battered and exiled Prince Loki punished by helping his brother’s friend formed team of idiots the words were seeping with acid. Everyone had made their usefulness clear while he was stuck with you, only all those little questions about the crew could be answered by paying closer attention.

One main joke, one main running theme was do not anger the white rabbit, a tip of a hat towards the Monty Python sketch but any who seemed to anger you since joining the team would find themselves up to the strangest of things.

Who made those adverts for the school children posed as Cap?

Who posed as Bucky, Sam and Hawkeye in that calendar for charity in such high demand they sold out in mere minutes online?

Who on earth has managed to find the time for the Doctor Strange to have posed for a group of third grade art students who had written so many crayon scrawled letters for weeks?

The answer, you. Well, not you exactly. It could be small, tiny, if you had a miserable day or stubbed your toe just the right way and they took the last piece of toast you would never take in case another person would want it they would find themselves talk of the media for their next good deed. So the real question coming up, was what next would Loki do?

He clearly didn’t want to be your partner and so taking the helm of the jet you could hear his muttering that at least you had some use to the team yet when you landed and he saw you swiveling your seat around to pull out a clipboard he stood looking you over as each of the team stood huffing and shaking their heads heading for the open hatch.

Poking him in the arm Sam said to the Prince, “I get shot I’m punching you Prince or not!” Shaking his head and moving forward, “Walking into a maze of gunfire oh let’s go and piss off the White Rabbit!”

Without a buddy to pair up with Loki stood looking you over only to hear you say, “Don’t go wasting time staring at me Prince Loki. What else could I possibly be good for other than guarding the ship?” waving your hand to shoo him out joining Vision and Wanda’s duo he remained in place as you got to marking off the checklist, “Don’t be jealous I get the list you get to be shot at blue eyes.”

Hesitantly he stepped off the jet halfway flinching at the hatch closing behind him realizing what he had done. You weren’t doubted, he had shouted that to himself internally. He merely wanted to keep you safe. Something about you gave off a sense of wariness to others, almost siren like, beckoning others towards you but also away knowing there was something hidden deep below the surface a danger to any who crossed you. It was curious why you had that nickname other than the pocket watch you kept on you while your hair seemed to shimmer with ebony locks speckled with odd blue and white in each tight curl almost like black opals. Along with eyes that shifted between green and purple depending on the angle one observed them from. Oddly enough appearance alone was enough to draw him in but once he heard your voice, as if it had called to him a million times in his dreams all since his childhood, he knew he had to keep you safe. Only intentions are best left to when you haven’t been pummeled by a giant green radioactive personality to an otherwise amiable scientist.

Sure enough his doubles had made easy work of the lock systems and getting the group through a series of hidden traps, until they didn’t and Bucky’s metal arm bumped a pen off a table that dropped right through a hidden array of laser alarms that had been signaling the agents on the other side of the walls that were about to drop. The sudden flash of a white bounding ball of light taking the shape of a white rabbit drew the Prince’s eye and before Nat could grab the com button to call you the walls dropped and the group lifted their weapons only to glance around at the clearly frozen agents.

“Seriously Buck?”

The question had the Winter Soldier waving his hands at his sides in a huff replying, “I bumped a pen.”

Now a glimmering ball of light hinting that your body was still on the jet to the Prince you lifted a finger, “You don’t touch anything, if there’s a skeleton with jewelry or a pendant of any sort you don’t touch it. If there’s a table of food in the middle of an empty room,”

Sam shook his head, “You don’t touch that. Nope, nuh uh, cuz then creepy naked wrinkly man with eyeballs in his palms is gonna come out and eat you like the little fat greedy kid you are.”

Steve, “What?”

Peter, “It’s Pan’s Labyrinth, we can watch it when we get back. Brush up on your Spanish.” Nodding at his assigned buddy who looked to you again.

“You don’t ignore your reflection in old mirrors. Don’t insult cats or owls, always follow rabbits. And more than anything, you ever find a room with a box in the middle of it, don’t touch the box.”

Loki’s brows furrowed, “What sort of danger could the box prove if it is alone?”

“What couldn’t it?” Your brows inched up, “Answer me that silver tongued Prince?” You said sticking your tongue out at him in your walk past him guiding the others through the groaning agents Quicksilver was snatching things off them that would be needed later.

The rest of the mission you ghosted through with the confused Prince trying to work out what you were doing exactly. Clocks had frozen but the agents along the way seemed to be held in place painfully and fully conscious of who was moving past them with any system to be used acting at regular time so you weren’t truly freezing time. There were no ice charms and every reflective surface seemed to give off a different image in your place of another face from the crowd of guards. Three checks of your watch unseen on your glowing self but still with your body and your glowing double vanished leaving the group to their own way out. Eventually being a leaf from a tall window into the open hatch of the jet you hovered there.

Behind you Loki sat for the five hour flight trying to first think of what to say to patch what he had done. “Does the box explode?”

Glancing back over your shoulder you replied, “I think you’re missing the point.”

“I would be far more wary of a box that could explode.”

“It could do a great many things, one doesn’t know, hence the reason to leave it alone.”

“Not a very good reason to be wary.”

“A million tales hold the same hidden trinket of a theme, great fear of the unknown.”

“Why fear the unknown?” He retorted twirling one of his daggers between his fingertips above his lap rocking a knee side to side.

“You should know the answer.” That had his eyes lifting to the back of your chair, “So quick to refuse me my spot on the team when you still haven’t asked me my name? To think you’re the brother with manners is astounding at odd moments.”

“Everyone else said your name, perhaps I should have still introduced myself, however, how was I to know you were useful?”

“Same way to find out if the box would explode or not.” That had him smirking and rolling his eyes, “I take it you are used to being thrown across a room blue eyes? Since you seem so keen on explosions.”

“With a brother like Thor who wouldn’t be used to explosions?”

“So you take your sibling rivalry out on me then?”

“It is no rivalry. I am far superior and fit to rule over Thor.”

“I don’t believe Thor wants to be ruled, part of why he’s hiding here.” Making him smirk again.

“I see what you are doing, twisting my words.”

“If you don’t mean them then don’t say them blue eyes.”

“Is the color of my eyes significant?”

“Depends who you would ask I imagine blue eyes.”

While the others slept he continued to try and dig his way out of his verbal maze with you only to have you slip away from his intended topic by his own verbal shift guiding you another way. Proving to be his most difficult opponent yet, and once you got back his confusion only grew more as you slumped in your seat and Bucky came over to pick you up as your body shifted into a large white rabbit he carried into the tower to your apartment luring the confused Prince behind you eyeing you in your sleep.

At breakfast he’d hoped to see you again only to catch the smirks of the others but it would be four days with only rare glimpses of you between trips through the tower until he would see your pay back. It seemed the Prince was on quite the tour of stops to rebuild his image. A school stop here, a public appearance there, all for good causes he certainly couldn’t openly object.  Though the more he saw your double of him giving an impressive side to his public persona for these mortals it only stirred up the question of why.

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“Could you explain why you have been impersonating me?” he asked behind you as you entered the kitchen post shower in your pajamas looking for a snack before bed.

“Are you so certain it wasn’t you a those events?”

“You will not weasel your way out of this.” He said following you to your room noticing the double of him you cast to peel your orange for you with the dagger taken from the real Prince.

“I am no weasel blue eyes.”

“Forgive me only rabbit does not have the same connotations to the term. And you still have not answered me on what the significance of my eye color was.”

“Was, is, blue today, blue tomorrow, what does it matter what it matters?”

His brows furrowed curiously as it tapped something deep in his memory he couldn’t place. “Riddles, again you speak in riddles.”

“Oh no, I do not speak in riddles, but I could, if you wished me to.” You said smirking in a turning glance at him as his double opened your bedroom door for you with eyes glimmering in an odd slitted turquoise shade.

“No riddles, only answer me this, why are you doing this? All these events? What do you gain?”

“I gain nothing, you are the one who followed me.” You turned only to feel his hand on your wrist holding you in place as your voice shifted into a familiar echo from an old dream.

“What are you talking about?”

Right up against his ear your lips came in a move forward to whisper to him, “I am the pendant untouchable, feast unscathed. Familiar above and box alone you have seen me once, now and again. Down a well that no one has built, demolished or been, I am the white rabbit you set free. All these years, with one thing you have known,” inching back you asked, “What color are my eyes, purple or green?”

Your eyes flashed from one color to the next as his mind reeled back to how he knew you, a child he’d sworn he’d seen in the gardens as a child vanishing into a secret well he chased you into beginning a lifelong love of exploring. Though the longer he stared into your eyes the less he could move absolutely terrifying him in his frozen state. All he could manage to mutter out was, “Gre-uple.”

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Under hot water your eyes shut and washing away the long day of impersonating Loki at another vent you ended up in a lively paint fight with a band of kindergarteners at an art fair who were thrilled to meet a real life alien Prince you tried to relax. Soaping up then rinsing off only to shriek at the half naked Prince who had opened your shower door. Wide eyed in a bright red stare he murmured the word, “Gre-uple” then groaned in pain while you shit off the water and draped yourself in the towel from the door that had blocked his approach for you.

“Oh come on,” huffing you took the Prince’s hand forcing his body to follow you to your armchair you pushed him into then gave him a reminding nudge to remain seated in your step away to grab your sound blocking headphones. Over his ears you settled them and watched his eyes blink back to blue. Confused and shaking his head he took in the much different room from his now apparent trance and your clearly soaking wet self compared to his half naked self.

In his try to remove the headphones you reached out to brush his hands away luring his eyes back to you seeing your raised finger. A pad and pen floated to you from your desk and across it you wrote, ‘Delusion ray being worked on, do not remove headphones.’

Loki’s brows furrowed in taking the pad and pen he wrote back asking, ‘Why does it matter if my eyes are blue?’

Looking from the pad to him a few times he pointed to the page in a silent demand for an answer and your head tilted a moment before you wrote, ‘Your eyes aren’t blue. They’re the color of brand new stars growing brighter.’

For a long time he stared at your answer confounded on what to say back as his mind had just seemingly erased itself. Lost to silence and imagined solitude while you slipped out of the room to dry off and change into shorts and a baggy sweater only to find him with pad in hand he handed to you and tapped with the pen. Crossing his arms trying to seem obstinate he wouldn’t leave without an answer. ‘How did you get out of that well I found you in? I have to know how you escaped to find me. Tell me again, what happened, but this time leave out the lies.’

Smirking at his question you only made him huff and his brows furrow as he watched you write back your response that nearly had him shouting. ‘I was never trapped, you were.’ That had his eyes snapping back to yours only to drop again at your next tap on the page, ‘I heard you crying, Thor wouldn’t play with you. Too busy with friends. So I showed you new stars he will never know. You used to follow me everywhere, at least until you couldn’t see.’

His brows furrowed and he looked at you again shaking his head then took the pen from you, ‘Couldn’t see? What couldn’t I see?’

Accepting the pen back you wrote, ‘You remember Thor got sick, and you swore you would give up exploring all matter and time for his safety again, from then, you couldn’t see me. Or hear me, or remember it seemed.’

His lips parted and you forced a grin taking hold of his wrist to guide him back to his room where his hand clapped around your wrist and he used a double to write, ‘I can never apologize enough. You were my very best friend. The stars never looked the same.’

Flashing him a grin you took the pad back, ‘I know why you forgot me, and what he has taken from you. For now rest, you have a meeting with a second grade class tomorrow.’ You showed him the page and his mouth dropped open only to close, ‘Repayment for walking into my shower.’ Instantly making his face start to blush from his ears over his cheeks.

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“Mommy? How did you and Daddy meet?” Slowly opening an eye Loki could hear Morgan asking that through the background of the morning daily report Tony was trying to give only to turn it off three minutes in to correct what Pepper was saying with his own version. Sitting up the Prince rubbed his face feeling the headphones sliding down the sheets to his back after having fallen off his head. Instantly remembering your notes he turned to collect the pad he had kept to re-read your conversation confirming it was true before he was blushing again imagining you in the shower naked just a foot from him after having come to seeing you drenched in a towel. Up he stood and adding this to the list of slights he had to correct he got dressed and went to fix himself breakfast readying for his day with the children you had promised him to. Into the lift he went a bit surprised to find you joining him there.

“I had assumed you would be leaving this to me alone.”

In a giggle you replied, “Seriously? They may be seven but they could eat you alive.” Smirking to himself as he felt right at home again he exhaled slowly allowing the moment to be savored, alone on another dangerous adventure with his oldest friend.

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Show Your Teeth

Characters: Fiona, Winter, May, Robyn, Joanna Rating: Explicit (tagged as thoorist) Tags: slice of life, sexual tension

First Draft of ch 10. I really liked it but it was too slow and diverted from the plot too much. uploading here for archive purposes cuz pc likes to eat files. unedited. I'm still peeved that I need to delete all my Marrow scenes :(

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May choked on her food and quickly hide her Scroll. She didn’t see much but she saw enough to turn her a deep shade of red. Her ears burned and heart was skipping beats. Marrow gave her a worried look, slowly patting her back.

“I told you it was spicy and not to inhale it,” He mumbled taking back his leftover curry. May tried not to make a scene, tried to remember that people were still filtering out from the lunch rush to return to class and tried to keep her death quiet as she swallowed her food.

“He’s did warn you,” Joanna grinned across from across the table. She fished around in her bag for a second. After all these months May knew it was an act. She saw Joanna’s eyes brows raised ever so slightly as she caught up with their group chat. Somehow the damn women kept a straight face and didn’t blush. Elm and Marrow didn’t notice the thick gulp caught in Joanna’s throat. May could practically feel it against her lips. But instead of getting caught in the memory, she focused on what Joanna was saying, “Here’s some water to calm you down.” She pulled her thermoflask from her back and set it in front of May.

“Asshole,” May growled, kicking Joanna under the table. There was only a rich laughter that only made May’s heart flip in a different way, pulling the soft throb between her legs to her chest. She did drink most of Joanna’s water and took a deep breaths afterwards, focusing back on their previous discussion. “As I was saying I agree with Joan. It’s bullshit how they expect us to turn in our assignments while we’re on missions.” She stabbed her fork into Marrow’s curry one last time, stealing a piece of meat and potatos.

“Yeah but Atlas’ has the best CTT Tower,” Elm crossed her arms and sighed. May ignore Marrow’s lingering eyes on the stretching fabric across Elm’s arms. Mostly because if she teased him, Joanna was going to get her back and certain… areas was already teased from Winter’s picture. “The only place with no signal are the mines so technically we don’t have an excuse.”

“Three hour debriefing, an hour of transport and two hours of fighting Grimm,” Marrow listed, tail betraying his calm voice and thrashing with fustration, “Isn’t study time.” He pushed curry around until a thought hit his head. It was cute how his tail flexed straight with realization before relaxing and swaying again, “How the hell is RMJT (Ramjet) keeping up?”

May blinked, struggling to keep her face blank as she shrugged, “I’m used to the bullshit pressure. Rich family, kid champion.” She said. As if Winter doesn’t carefully picks out their missions. As if Silvio didn’t hacks into their instructors accounts to give to them notes about the lessons they missed or a review sheet for pop quizzes. He offered to alter their grades but the Mantle Rats were too noble- “Ow! Fuck!” A sharp jerk and pull on her wrapped braid nearly threw May off her seat.

There was an annoyingly stupid gasp, Silvio passing by with a mountain of food that threaten to topple over, “Language, Ms. Marigold. Don’t let these uncultured Rats rub off on you!”

“I’ll shove the next HR shot in your eye you little fuck!”

Silvio stuck his tongue out. “The Schnee wants RMJT in her office, after you two finish your appitizers,” He said as he continued walking across the unspoken boundry between the students and offical military personal. May watched, massaging the dull burn away.

Clover helped the boy spread out food while Glade grabbed a plate and immediately started eating, nodding along to whatever Dr. Peitro was saying. Occasionally they’d had to set their utensils down, hands slowly going from sign to sign or just typing something out on their Scroll when the brightest mind in Atlas didn’t understand.

Her attention was drawn away when Marrow elbowed her, asking for help about something from their political and law class. May answered all the questions eyes only occasionally drifting to the little shit and Glade. With the highly maintain fade haircut cut and muscular build, the compression on their chest, they looked good. Healthy. They’re cheeks weren’t hallow even if their eyes…

Even if their eyes was still glowing that controlling eerie blue-

May took a deep breath, giving Marrow a weak apologetic smile and asked him to repeat the question again. Despite what Silvio said, Joanna and May took their time, both stealing some of Marrow’s curry and answering whatever questions he had. She counted the times her Scroll buzzed. On the third, fourth, then fifth buzz, all within seconds of each other, May and Joanna got up, giving the two Junior Ops a small smile.

“See you two for Conditioning?” Joanna asked.

“Of course!” Elm said with a large smile. " We’re beating our record today, Greenleaf!" Elm practically yelled, giving a big smile and even a bigger flex. Soon the women will need a new uniform, she could practically hear the seams rip.

“You say that every week…” Joanna mumbled a little tired. They took their time departing. If Winter was going to be a brat, they were going to be a tease.

The Specialist building was almost scary quiet. Empty, really. At first May hated it. It made her heart beat all to loud. Even Joanna must have heard it because she chuckled low and soft. May’s skin pricked, feeling a little too cold in the area where her partner liked to rest her hand. But Joanna didn’t, the red blinking lights and cameras in the hall stopping her. This was one of the most securied areas under the military’s control… which made May’s heart race a little faster and harder until her hand was shaking.

Joanna stepped close, laughing low and hot in her ear as her hand slowly wrapped around hers to steady her Scroll against the scanner. May tried not to tense and give the women any reaction, but she could feel the burning in her ears. There was a tiny yelp that would be hidden by the hissing doors on the security footage.

For some reason May expected to find Fiona seated on the desk, taking up the place where papers or a keyboard would be and demanding all of Winter’s and Robyn’s attention like the little brat she was.

Instead she got to see the picture Winter sent in person, with Robyn and Fiona corning the Specialist onto her own desk. The pair had worked that stupid uniform open a little more. Fiona didn’t leave Winter’s collarbone, only peeling back enought to give May and Joanna an angry glare for interrupting. Then she sank in those sharp teeth with renewed purpose.

Joanna hummed low and hot at the sight, helping May step into the room and locking the door closed. May’s heart beat moved a little lower. Fi and Robyn must have headed over right after Winter sent the picture. By now Winter was out of breath, eyes only slightly unfocused as the deep blush ran down and down, past her clevage bound in lingere and dusting her firm abs. A little lower were Fiona’s hands, restless and tugging a little at the belt and straps that circled her thighs- Ahem, thigh high boots.

Fiona had that look in her eyes. She was far to focused, breath too measured and ears fluttering in fustration- Suddenly May was in the changing room, months and months ago. When Winter first riled Fiona up to fuck Robyn, when May first felt Joanna’s strong hands on her chest. Her breath stuttered and she closed her eyes trying to control herself but Fiona’s sharp huff demanded her attention.

“These kinda look like harness, don’t you think?” Fiona asked, tugging at the belt and leathers again. Faux innocent voice, clipped with the slightest heat making everyone in the room shiver, even Joanna. May responded with a sharp breath. The low and starving that’s been ignored for months growing again.

If Winter had a response, it was lost against Robyn’s lips. The soft moan that had May’s blood boiling was not. Robyn groaned a little low and a little loud. She let got of Winter’s bottom lip and pulled back, satisfied. Fiona wasn’t and she made cute complaining noises as Robyn had to coax their girlfriend off Winter. It was a bit of a work, with how Winter laughed softly and enabled Fiona’s bratty behavior with soft kisses and lingering touches.

May licked her lips and watched, enjoying the rare sight of the three of them together. Joanna’s arms wrapped around her waist, heating up the cold spot that missed her. It wasn’t as bad as May thought it would be. Somehow… somehow they all made it work. Stealing little moments like this right in the middle Atlas’ most survaillanced buildings made everything bareable.

Joanna’s soft chuckle only added an innocent flavor to the heat in the air. “Sorry, but I just remembered that saying,” She murmered. “Sex is nice but have you tried fucking the system?”

“It wouldn’t be trying if you two came earlier!” Fiona growled under her breath. May took a long and slow breath, trying to keep calm. She grit her teeth as Joanna’s hip’s met her ass, hands rolling down from her waist to hips, thumbs snuggly catching on her belt.

“You three rats have no self control,” May growled under her breath. She didn’t look down. If she avoided her hardening dick it’ll soften… eventually. If her girlfriends stop teasing her.

“Sorry if your definition of control is toture!” Fiona looked ready to pounce on her, eyes below her waist. She was biting her lip and when Winter cleared her throat Fiona tensed, back ram rode straight as she glared at Winter.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you four about,” She said. Every button closing her blose only made Fiona’s hands and ears twitch in fustration. Joanna laughed, leaving May and picking up their little lamb.

“I’ll calm her down, I’ve got years of practice with Robyn,” Joanna said. The former detective only rolled her eyes, walking pulled May and Winter to the other couch in her office. Any angry comments was silenced with her lips pressed against Fi.

“So? I’m guessing this involves whatever plan you have after mid-terms?” Robyn prodded. She stretched horizontally along the couch… placing her head in May’s lap. May stiffen, member throbbing hard. She didn’t know if she was thankful that Winter and Robyn ignored it or if she should curse them both out.

It’ll be so easy for Robyn to flip up her skirt, slide her out and-

“Kitten.”

“Stop calling me that,” May huffed looking away. her breath hitched, feeling Robyn’s rich laugh against the nearly dampening fabric of her skirt and panties. “I got… distracted.” She glared down at Robyn who looked far to smug as she licked her lips.

"We’re talking about Fiona pegging you, princess," Robyn said.

And suddenly May could only feel Robyn’s lips dragging down her length while Fiona claws into her hips from behind- May groaned, dropping her head back as her cock throbbed and the ache pulled her back to reality. She came too in time to see Fiona pull back from Fiona, her fustrated eyes on the tent of her skirt. She almost snarled, pulling Joanna down for a heated kiss. Joanna chuckled, holding Fi close and meeting it the frantic energy with a cooling slowness.

May gulped and looked back at Winter, refusing to give Robyn any attention even if the damn women played and lightly tugged on her wrapped braid. “What about it?” May asked, a little too breathlessly.

“You haven’t been prepping, have you?”

May grumbled and turned her head away. When Winter first suggested it, May venomly denied it. She was curious but it was anal. Then Winter held her down with Glyphs and explained all the cleaning and prep stuff. It wasn’t romantic, it was incredibly embarassing but it settled May’s anxieties. She tried to hold onto the calm feeling even as her palms felt a little to warm.

“Thought so… How about we relax that first time sharing rule?” Winter asked, reaching behind the couch and passing a sucpeiciously nondiscript box to Robyn.

“Are these the weighted ones?!” Robyn asked with a gasp. She sprang up, pulling one from the set and doing a close inspection of it. May’s face heated up and she avoided Winter’s slight grin. It wasn’t the usual teardrop shape that scared May, it was more of an angular topedo with a thin neck. It was definately bigger than Winter’s fingers and if it stretched-

May struggled to take a breath and she looked at the ceiling. She was reaching the point where it would take more than time to calm her down and faught against the throbbing that was fogging her head.

“Yes, they are the weighted, vibrating ones.” Winter said. Vi-brating… May took a deep breath, trying not to think about the pleasure rolling down her cock, the ghost sensations lingering at her thighs. Physical Conditioning was in 20 minutes and she’d like to be able to look at Elm and Marrow in the eyes. So instead May focuses on Winter’s voice, calm and collected, “But as I was saying, I wouldn’t mind if we bent the rules if it means you three can help May prep.”

“Really?!”

“You don’t need to sound so excited and happy!” May nearly yelled at her. That only caused Fiona’s grin to grow, and her ears to dance. Thankfully Joanna was laying on her, only a little propped up to give Fiona some wiggle room.

She used it to come a hand through Joanna’s hair, “So what can I do?” Fi asked. Far too excited. At least Joanna was able to kiss all that sexual fustration away. Otherwise May was sure Fi would be bending her over Winter’s desk- May groaned breath stuttering. It’s been far to long is her imagination was running this wild. Four girlfriends and she feels like a damn virgin again.

Winter and Robyn’s laugh helped a little. Gave her something innocent to focus on.

“No riding or oral,” Winter said. Fiona made sounds of protest and Winter quickly explained, “Glade said you probably have an oral fixation and you’d probably kill her.”

“What a snitch!” Fi growled under her breath. “You need to sneak them out again so I can-”

“What? Make out with them again?” May teased. Fiona huffed crossing her arms, her ears flicked once in annoyance and that only made everyone laugh. But talking about Glade… it cooled her blood. Guilt crawling into her chest as an uneasy silence took over. “How… how are they?”

“They’re eating the military’s budget,” Winter answered with a smug note. “Still haven’t talked and… actually,” Winter checked her Scroll. “Would you like to see them work in the lab?”

“Yes!” Fiona said trying to jump up and slamming her head into Joanna’s jaw. May listens to the soft apology and Joanna only laughs it off. The women takes hits from Elm’s hammer on a regular basis.

It takes a few minutes for May’s hard-on to fade. It was less the idle chatter and catch up and more of the bittersweetness of it. How talking to Winter was so rare now days. She grabs Winter’s hand, almost forgetting how cool it is and just holds it until she couldn’t stall anymore.

The trip to the Science Department was surprisingly short. It was close, incase of an emergency the best Hunters in the world would be there within minutes. But Winter takes each turn without looking, doesn’t need to with how much she escorts Glade around.

Winter’s clearance grants them all entrance beyond the lobby and slowly they felt the temprature rise. May sees Fiona’s ears twitch before her human hearing can make out feint pounding. Metal on metal, deep and evenly passed, almost mechanical.

The thick display glass muffles a lot of the noise, to the humans. Fiona grumbles and winces, eventually stealing both Robyn and May’s scarf to nestle her head into. Winter gives an apologetic smile and turns to the window again.

Silvio was sitting on the bench nearly half the room away, tapping away a Scroll. He was dressed in an Atlas uniform a size to big. They still haven’t found a lab coat that could fit the kid either. The top of Glade’s uniform was tucked into their belt. May recognize the binder, either borrowed from Winter or from the same company. Good even compression and with enough give to let Glade raise a heavy hammer high and to slam it back onto the glowing white hot meterial.

May watched closely as Glade paused. They straighten out, sweat rolling off the hard plans of muscles as they rolled their shoulder. The material didn’t bite uncomfortably into their armpits or shoulders. When Glade took deep breaths, the binder expanded easily. May relaxed a little. Until she saw the thread woven into the binder. It was slow, as if waking up or kindling a fire.

She didn’t notice it at first, the small embers passing Glade’s lips. They concentrated. with each deep breath, the embers grew a little bigger. The Dust infused tongue ring peeked out, gliding over their lips before their jaw clenched tight.

A sharp huff, a small plume of fire.

Another deep breath in and this time they finally got it, a tumbling wave of fire rolling from their lips and onto the metal. Fiona yelps, face flushed as if she was near that intense heat. The sound brings May out of a trance and she remembers to breath. Glade’s ears flicked towards the glass, fire dying into embers again and they push the dark safety glasses up, awkwardly trying to get it past their asthetic horns. They blinked and May’s stomach twist.

The only whites in their eyes was the pupils. Slowly their semblance calms down, the glowing blue shrinking and shrinking until it just colors their iris. What color was their eyes again?

Glade grins, ears wiggling happily as they set the white hot material aside and pulls off those huge tempered gloves. Their hands moves from sign to sign. Winter chuckles at it. Being the only one of the five that actually can hang around them to learn the language.

“They said to get your jaws off the floor.”

May huffs and she hears Fiona’s jaw snap close beside her. Silvio looks at the glass then taps at his Scroll. The door hisses open even when the scanner was glowing an angry red. Then the glass tints black.

Winter sighs in fustration quickly stepping inside, “Watts… we talked about tempering with Military property.”

“I’m not listening to sluts that fuck in the office,” Silvio scoffed rolling his eyes. Glade’s jaw dropped a silent gasp and giggle following as their goat ears flutter in delight- Sluts?!

“What did you just call us?!” May yelled at him. Silvio quickly bolts off the desk, hiding behind Glade’s musuclar frame and sticking his tongue out.

Glade tensed, ears flicking

“If you four want that Argus mission with Glade and Winter, I advice you not to touch me,” Silvio grins. May dropped her tense hands that was just a breath away from slapping him. “Good, can’t afford to ruin Robyn’s reputation.”

[getcooler]

A Date Vlog

Felix Lee (Skz) x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,6k

Genre: Youtuber!AU; lots of flfufff

A YOUTUBER!AU in which after losing a challenge, Felix is forced to vlog your date and let Han Jisung edit it. 

“Hey!” he greeted his viewers, hand uncovering the camera lens as he walked down a street. “So, as you might know, I lost yesterday’s Minecraft challenge.”

He paused, earning a strange look from a passing elderly lady, and spoke, “If you didn’t already know that, then I recommend you go and watch ‘Minecraft Survival Challenge’ on our channel. We had a lot of fun making the video and you’ll probably have an equal amount of fun watching me die within 13 minutes of the game.”

Felix let a tight-lipped smile appear on his face as he stared into the camera. Many viewers referred to this facial expression as the ‘Felix Face’ but he just liked to think of it as his natural meme-ness.

“Anyways,” he continued walking, looking around in hopes of spotting a familiar figure, “as punishment for losing so badly, I have to make a vlog and have it edited by my dear friend whom I absolutely love, Han Jisung.”

[a tiny caption appeared on the screen: what a complete liar - HJS]

“Coincidentally,” he dragged out, “today just so happens to be the day where I take my dear love out on a date.” He sighed. “This is gonna be so much less romantic with the camera involved. WOW.”

After a brief pause, he added, “Just FYI, if the video seems like it’s terrible quality, it’s cause I’m filming on my phone. Not cuz I don’t know how to work an actual camera, but because I forgot it at Changbin’s place last night and I don’t want to face his teasing today. So, cut me some slack.”

Felix lifted up the camera, a wide smile on his face and eyes sparkling as he stared at his phone screen. “Look at my baby. What a beauty. I am legit the luckiest guy in the world.”

“In everything but Minecraft, apparently,” (Y/n) laughed and waved at the camera. 

“I’m trying to be sweet and romantic here but you’re just making this so difficult,” Felix gasped in mock disbelief. “Let’s go and get this date done and over with.”

(Y/n) smirked at the camera. “Such enthusiasm.”

“Oh, shush!” Felix laughed and threw an arm over her shoulder. “I’m doing my best over here.”

“So, where are we going?” she asked him, leaning into his touch as he hummed in thought. 

He made brief eye contact with the camera before suggesting, “The zoo?” He turned back to his girlfriend. “We haven’t gone there in a while. I hear they have a new baby bear.”

“We HAVE ARRIVED AT THE ZOO,” Felix all but screamed into the camera, giggling right after. His girlfriend offered a stern glare at him before turning back to look at the map.

Felix smiled and continued speaking, “We’ve bought the tickets. We’ve got the map. We’ve got each other.”

“If you get any cheesier, I swear I will break up with you and date Jisung instead,” (Y/n) joked with a halfhearted glare fixed on her boyfriend. 

[a tiny caption appeared: please dooooooo]

“Noted,” Felix gulped, staring wide-eyed at the camera.

“Do we want to see the bears or the seals first?” (Y/n) asked after a brief pause. Felix zoomed in on the map, causing her to wonder, “Are we allowed to film the map?”

“If we’re not, we’ll have to take the video down afterwards and that honestly suits me,” Felix’s deep voice sounded from behind the camera. “So, where are we?”

“We’re at the entrance,” she deadpanned. “It’s marked here with bright red.”

Felix let out a sound of recognition before focusing once again. “I think we should go to the seals first. And end our tour with the baby bear and souvenir shop.”

“As you wish, my love.”

The male behind the camera gagged audibly. “And you say I’m cheesy??”

“Yayyyy sealllssss,” Felix dragged out in a high-pitched voice. His girlfriend couldn’t help but laugh at that. She grabbed his phone to show him shimmying in his spot, a wide smile on his face.

She laughed once again when he leaned over to stare at the seals. “Jisung’s gonna have a field day editing this. I feel sorry for him.”

[a tiny caption appeared: at least someone cares T.T - HJS]

Felix grabbed the phone to shoot a short clip about the seals playing around with a ball. “They’re so adorable. I could hug all of them.” 

“Let’s move on?” (Y/n) asked hardly a minute later. “To the penguins.”

“Penguins!” Felix perked up immediately, shaking the phone in his hand. “Let’s go see the penguins!”

Following close after (Y/n), Felix eventually made it to the penguin enclosure and gasped audibly. “Look at them waddle.”

(Y/n) chuckled. “Do you have to say that about every single penguin you see?”

“Yes,” Felix emphasized, “Because it is a fact.”

His girlfriend shook her head but turned back to the penguins. Felix filmed the animals for a while before focusing and zooming in on a particularly clumsy penguin. He spoke, “Hey, Jisung, do you see this one? I think it’s you as a penguin.”

[a caption appeared: I still look cuter than you - HJS]

“We’ve reached the tigers,” Felix announced proudly, looking into the camera. A large feline appeared right behind him and made him giggle. “Look, I’m in the same shot as a tiger. How cool is that?”

[a caption appeared: probably not as cool as you think it is - HJS]

“I prefer lions,” (Y/n)’s voice sounded and out of habit, Felix turned the camera to her. She smiled a bit shyly as she spoke, “Can we go see lions next?”

“Of course,” Felix chuckled. “Why do you even feel the need to ask?”

He filmed his girlfriend walking over to the lion habitat, humming in the background. As they reached the viewers’ platform and leaned on the railing to gaze at the lions, Felix asked no one particular, “How many people do you think have been eaten by lions? Could I walk into a lion habitat and be eaten?”

“Why are all your thoughts so morbid?” (Y/n) snorted, snatching the phone from him and making him the centre of attention for once. “How are you liking the lions?”

“The big female one looks so majestic,” Felix spoke in awe. “She’s exactly how I imagined a lioness to look like.”

“Big and scary?”

Felix grimaced in thought before nodding, “Sounds about right.”

(Y/n) filmed the lions for a bit before turning back to Felix. “Who next?”

“I think we’re starting to reach the end of our zoo journey,” the boy sighed. “Next up is the deer, then there are some raccoons, and then it’s the bears.”

“Do you think they have polar bears over there?” Felix asked, in clear view as his girlfriend filmed their journey. 

“Check the map,” sounded (Y/n)’s suggestion. 

Felix grabbed the map from her and flipped it open almost majestically. Keyword: almost. “Okay, so they have brown bears and a polar bear right across from them. Which one should we see first?”

“Didn’t you want to leave the bear cub for last?”

The boy hummed in agreement before attempting to fold the map back together. He failed at that, terribly. After trying once, twice, he gave up and just shut the map in half, carrying it that way all the way to the polar bear habitat. 

[a caption appeared: prepare for stupidity in 3… 2… 1.]

“That polar bear is way bigger than I thought it would be,” Felix all but exclaimed in awe, staring at the bear with his jaw dropped and eyes wide. 

[another caption appeared: aannnddd there it is - HJS]

(Y/n) laughed. “It’s a bear, Lix. What exactly were you expecting?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Not this size though.”

“I’m starting to understand why Chan never takes you anywhere.”

“Shush,” Felix frowned and grimaced playfully. “Can you get a shot of the polar bear and then we could go see the bear cubs.”

On command, (Y/n) turned the camera away from her boyfriend and focused on the majestic white creature instead. The action was perfectly timed to catch the bear jumping into the pool and swimming towards the pair. A quiet giggle sounded from behind the cameraman. 

“He’s not camera-shy, that’s for sure,” said Felix through giggles. “Look at how cute his little nose is.”

“First of all,” (Y/n) focused the camera back on the Australian boy and declared, “the bear’s a she. Her name’s Hilda.”

Felix blinked. “How would you know?”

“It says so on the sign right there.”

“OMG LOOK AT HOW CUTE THEY ARE!” Felix all but squealed as the two reached the brown bear enclosure. The camera settled on the three cubs rolling around and playing in the grass. 

[the frame froze and a big pink Comic Sans caption appeared, surrounded by heart emojis: don’t tell anyone, but I think I am in love - HJS]

“So cute,” (Y/n) cooed from behind the camera.

As she was about to say something else, the camera shook and the next thing the viewers knew, (Y/n) was the centre of attention and the camera was in Felix’s hand. 

“I think you’re cuter.”

(Y/n)’s ears flushed red and she laughed, “What did I tell you about cheesy comments?”

“Yes, but consider this,” Felix enunciated, “if you break up with me and start dating Jisung, it’ll just be awkward and you won’t ever, and I mean ever, hear my cheesy comments again.”

“Intriguing.”

“Come on, don’t lie. You know you love my cheesiness.”

She laughed and hugged him. “I suppose I do.”

The scene froze and then faded to black. Soon a caption appeared on the black screen:

“I’m sorry but I just could not bring myself to continue editing this cheesy, romantic nightmare. It only gets cheesier from here. If you want to see the rest of the two’s date, start a petition or smth. IDK. I just don’t wanna see these two continue acting lovey-dovey. Bye.”

A/N: omg this was a bitch to edit. someone save me from me. also, feel free to leave feedback. our askbox is always open and waiting your input :)

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

Ice Cold Betrayal (Phantom x fem!Reader)

This is just an idea I had for a Phantom x fem!Reader! Meer wanted me to post it so here y’all go~! 

I didn’t clean this up or edit it at all lmao we die like men!

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like okay my idea is what if anti wanted to cause some mayhem so he faked some pics of him getting frisky with phantom's s/o. and they looked REAL.  mostly because anti got a mimic demon he knows to shift into s/o's form for this shit.  and he went to phantom and showed him and laughed in his face and then bailed but phantom was furious. he'd been very busy the last month or so but you'd said you'd understood and he'd trusted you but then he finds out you cheated on him (u didn't tho) and he sorta just...snaps. he doesn't think he just reacts.

he ports into your shared penthouse and you smile when you see him and that just upsets him more and now you're worried because he looks really upset but before you can ask what's wrong he grabs you by your hair. you yelp when he drags you off the couch, you scream for him to stop but he ignores you and a split second later you're no longer in your suite, instead you're outside on the street behind his hotel. the freezing chill of the city winter has you shaking instantly, this not helped by how you were in just a comfy t-shirt and sleep pants (you had just been relaxing at home)

he dropped you onto the ground and you shakily stood up, shivering you look up at him in confusion 

 "Phantom what the hell-" 

he cuts you off with a snarl that has you stepping back in fear, actual fear. he tells you that you're banned from any and all businesses he owns or even partially owns and if you know whats good for you then you'll stay away. you're confused and hurt and ask him what's going on, why's he upset. he scoffs 

"Don't play dumb. You know what you did, and you know I don't allow cheaters in my establishments. Now kindly fuck off for the rest of your life." 

and then in a blink he's gone and you're left half dressed outside on the street in the dead of winter.

all the shops within like a 30 block radius are at least partially owned by phantom. the man has his fingers in a lot of pies and he alerted each and every one that you were not to be served or even allowed entrance. so there's not even anywhere you can go in to warm up. nowhere to get food or water either. you have your phone on you but you check it and see phantom cancelled the minutes (he paid for it so) you're stuck with nowhere to go, no way to call your family, and no money or shelter for the night.

well you've no way to do anything except for try to find somewhere to stay for the night and after getting glares from the couple shops you passed you decided it wasn't worth it to try going in. so with nowhere else to go (and your feet freezing) you shuffled as fast as you could to the nearby park where you curled up under the bridge that went over the bike trail. it was the only cover you could find. it started snowing soon after you settled into your spot.

you were out there for hours. you couldn't feet your hands, feet, nose, or cheeks. not to mention the fact that you were drifting in and out of consciousness. you vaguely heard a ringing sound but you were too out of it to think hard about where it was coming from. 

a bit earlier mare smoke traveled into phantoms place looking for you both. he'd tried texting you and then calling you but he got a 'this phone is no longer in service' message that had him confused.

he looks around, no you? but he finds phantom sitting in your shared bedroom drinking whiskey. he walks in and asks where you are and he's been calling for ages. that’s when phantom unloads the whole thing onto mare and mare just listens silently. mare lets him finish then silence sits between them both for a minute before mare asks  

"And when did this all happen? Like when did anti say this happened?" 

phantom says on so and so date three days ago and mare tells phantom he's stupid. phantom looks up from his drink and mare looks pissed, eyes black and the tear tracks under them black as well.

"I know anti's full of shit cuz she was with me then. We spent the day pulling pranks then we came back here and binged The Office til she fell asleep." 

dread starts to fill phantoms gut. mare starts screaming at him, his form half smoke as he calls phantom every shitty thing in the book, demanding to know where he left you. 

"Where'd you leave her asshole?! I've gotta find her so where'd you dump her, huh?!"

it's a huge scream fest but phantom pulls his phone out and makes a call and soon your phone is back to normal and he starts calling you over and over but you don’t answer. that makes them both nervous so phantom has his tech person track the GPS on your phone. you didn't get far. they see you're about 10 blocks down at the park. 

"SHE'S AT THE FUCKING PARK?! IN 20 DEGREE WEATHER!?" 

 mare is...upset.

well they find you, huddled under a bridge and passed out, and the skin on your face/hands/feet looks red. needless to say they take to to the ER. you're rushed in and they have to wait to see if you're okay. some time later a doc comes out and calls the two and tells them you've got the beginning stages of pneumonia and mild frostbite on your toes, a few fingers, and your ears. thankfully you weren't exposed to the cold long enough for the frostbite to be severe enough to need amputation but the doc says you'll need to stay in observation until you were in the clear.

things are...stilted when you wake up later. 

mare explains what happened (phantom is too ashamed to say anything) you don’t say anything for a time until finally you just say, 

"I'll stop by and pick up my stuff once they discharge me." 

oh boy that whips phantom into action 

“What, why? You don't have to do that." 

but you refuse to look at him. 

"No, I think I do. You made it clear that I'm no longer welcome there. I'll go stay at a friend's or something til I can get a job so I can support myself again." 

phantom tells you he's sorry for being so gullible and to please not leave. you don't want to hear it really. this whole thing was a freezing cold wake up call.

"Phantom when we started dating I had a job and my own place. And over time you convinced me I didn't need that job and you could support me and soon after you and I moved in together."

"....I completely relied on you and your support. Fuck...you even pay for my phone."

"I trusted you more than anyone else. And at the first shitty doctored photo you cut me off like a diseased limb and threw me out on the street like wet garbage. You didn't even let me try to explain my side."

"...I just....I can't rely so heavily on someone like that anymore. Not after last night. I have to stand on my own two feet. They're the only support I can unwaveringly trust it seems."

he says he understands he messed up bad but pleads with her not to just leave. he says she can stay at his hotel if she needs. but she stares down at the blanket in her lap and sighs. 

"I just...need to have my own space right now. The...level of trust you had in me apparently wasn't on the same level as what I had in you so I think some time apart will be good for us. I just...I need to think, Phantom." 

i’m not sure she'd agree to get back together with him tbh

if she did agree to try again, things are clearly different. before he would sometimes just spoil her with fancy dates and gifts and she'd shyly accept them. but now they make her uncomfortable at best. she no longer appreciates expensive gifts and would prefer having her own place. she also got a job and gave him back his cell phone and got her own. and it hurts him every time she winces when he buys her something. each frown she gives is a stark reminder of his catastrophic fuck up.

she accepts the stuff he gets her, begrudgingly. 

but he pops over to her place one day to pick her up for a date and she's still in the shower so he explores her apartment. it's small, but tidy. he goes into her room and stops when he sees the stuff he gave her. all sat neatly by her closet, all unopened and unused. 

he knew it wasn't because she didn't like the stuff. it was all stuff she'd desired but he knew in his heart she didn't trust him enough to use or wear any of it and that hurt more than he thought it would. he knew it was all sat like that, ready to give back to him, should he do something stupid like before.

i think things would slowly start to get closer to where they were before after one night phantom drinks a bit too much and actually cries all over s/o, telling her he's so sorry for hurting her like this and wishing he could go back to stop it but he cant. how she's gonna be hurt forever because of his shitty anger and she didn't deserve that and he doesn't deserve her but he loves her and he trusts her even if he was shit at proving it and if she gives him another chance then he swears he'll do everything he can to prove he deserves her love again.

s/o before then had never seen phantom cry, not even the night she almost got frostbite so this was a bit jarring. then she feels sad because this has apparently been eating away at him for a very long time. and despite her...more self sufficient behavior she really has forgiven him. she still wants to keep her job and pay for her own necessities but aside from that she's happy to start over with him so the next day, 

after he's gotten past his headache, she comes in wearing a red dress he bought her. he's like 'you're wearing it?' and she just smiles and kisses his cheek and asks him if he wants to go on a date. they end up getting some dinner at one of his clubs.

yeah it's gonna take a lot of time and effort on both of their ends, and communication but i think they can salvage their relationship.

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Here just thought maybe some of y’all might wanna see this!

@smolwash @sunrisehoneybee @sierracolorstheworldofwords @tiny-yan-anon

[katedoesfics]

Shadows of the Future | Chapter 1

Rusl was a long way from home. Or, he would have been, if he had a home. In truth, he didn’t really know what a home was, or what it should have been. Home, to him, was a tiny, one bedroom apartment, his mother passed out on the floor. It was empty bottles of alcohol and baggies of drugs strewn around the living room. It was a father who only came around between his time in jail. Home was sleeping in the back seat of a stolen car, broken down in some sketchy motel parking lot. It was being alone, waiting for his mother to return with enough money to buy him a gas station hot dog.

And after a while, home was a stranger’s house with other kids like him. Home was the social worker’s car as she took him seemingly all around Hyrule, hoping to find someone to care for him. Home was empty holidays, forgotten birthdays, and most of all, a reminder that wherever he went, he was not one of them.

He was nine years old when he took their car, hot wiring it just as his mother had shown him. Of course, he couldn’t get very far, barely able to reach the pedals and see over the dash, and when he crashed the car just a few miles away from his foster home, he decided to leave it as someone else’s problem and ran as far away as he could.

He had no idea where in the world he was in the first place, but it didn’t matter. All he knew was that he wanted to get far away from it all. If he wasn’t going to belong anywhere, then he wanted to be nowhere. His nine year old imagination pictured him living in a fort in the woods, collecting thrown out blankets and pillows and other odds and ends. He imagined branches intertwined together as his ceiling where broken string lights hung, and somehow, he’d get a tv hooked up in the corner where he could settle in and watch cartoons.

It all seemed so perfect, and even more, completely doable. He just had to find the perfect spot. Somewhere close enough to civilization where he could get by by stealing an occasional burger or use a public bathroom, but far enough away where no one would notice a lost, little boy living on his own in the woods.

That was how he came upon the farmer’s market, somewhere in the world, wherever he was. In the hustle and bustle of the farmer’s market, Rusl should have been able to steal a few stray apples to satisfy his grumbling stomach. But unbeknownst to him, on the border of Hyrule, he stuck out like a sore thumb. He tried to ignore the stares as he wandered through the crowds, but it became apparent that he was being watched very closely, for a reason completely unknown to him. He never knew people to be as mean as they seemed right there, in that moment, and he couldn’t help but to feel like he did not belong there, wherever he was.

He tried to step out of the crowd, moving along the edges and darting between stands. He slowed to inspect each stand, their contents, and the people that stood around them, searching for the busiest stand to allow him an opportunity to sneak in and steal a few items. But as he searched, a man stepped out in front of him, sneering down at him.

“What’s a Hylik* like you doing here?”

*Hylik - (non-canon) a derogatory slang used to refer to Hylians. Used to suggest that they perform sexual acts with the Goddess Hylia. Shik is also used in reference to Sheikah.

Rusl’s brows furrowed, and he looked up angrily at the man, though he did not dare respond to him.

This only seemed to anger the man further, however, and he stepped closer toward him, bending down to get in his face.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me with those ears of yours,” he hissed. “I said, what are you doing here?”

“Hey.” Another man stepped up, putting himself between Rusl and the angry man. “He’s just a kid. Leave him alone.”

The man sneered at him. “He’s a kid that’s gonna turn into scum like the rest of ‘em.”

“What are you going to do?” the second man said. He pressed in closer, driving the man off of Rusl. “Beat him?”

The man grinned. “No one would stop me.” He straightened proudly. “In fact, no one would miss him if I killed him.”

“Touch him,” the second man sneered, “and I’ll kill you.”

The first man shoved his shoulder, taunting him. “Let’s see it, then.”

The second man was clearly annoyed, but he took a step back, his hand moving down to brush against Rusl. He pushed at Rusl’s shoulder, and Rusl looked between them.

“Get out of here,” the second man said to him. He glanced at him, though his expression seemed angry. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Rusl took a hesitant step back, looking between them once more before turning away and running back through the crowd.

He pushed his way through, running as fast as he could until the crowd finally thinned, and he dashed out of the fenced in area of the farmer’s market and across the parking lot. He didn’t stop until he reached the treeline on the other side of the packed lot, where he paused to catch his breath. He turned his gaze back toward the farmer’s market for a moment, but it was clear that no one bothered to follow him out. He kicked his shoe into the dirt, shoved his hands in his pockets, and disappeared into the woods.

He spent the afternoon climbing boulders and hopping over logs as he searched out the perfect spot for him to set up his imagined home in the woods. From time to time, he stopped to chase a rabbit as it scurried away from him. Before long, it started to get dark, and he still had not eaten.

Figuring the farmer’s market would be closed, he decided to try his luck once more, emerging from the woods in hopes of finding dinner. The parking lot, as he expected, was relatively empty, and except for a few nearby street lights, the fenced off area of the market was dark. There were still a few people milling about, packing up for the day and bringing the rest of their goods to their vehicles. Now was his chance.

He stepped out of the treeline and neared the lot, but to his dismay, he immediately recognized one of the figures, standing alone by a vehicle. The figure looked up as Rusl approached, and he, too, recognized the Hylian boy. A wicked grin split his face. He looked around himself for a moment, them walked toward Rusl, causing Rusl to freeze in his tracks.

“Look who’s back,” the man sneered. “Didn’t get the warning the first time? Too bad, ‘cuz it’s the only one you’re gettin’.” He pulled a knife from his back pocket; the blade flashed in the moonlight.

Rusl turned to run, but the man was quicker. He lunged forward, grabbing Rusl’s arm and dragging him to the ground. Rusl yelped and kicked desperately at the man, but he was much larger and stronger, and easily pinned the boy to the ground. Rusl watched in terror as the man raised the blade, and he closed his eyes.

He didn’t understand the sounds he heard next, but he felt sudden relief from the weight of the man. When he opened his eyes, the man was on his knees, his hand over his nose, blood seeping through his fingers.

“You,” the man hissed sharply.

“Guess I’m gonna have to kill you,” the second man said, standing in front of Rusl. “You couldn’t just leave him alone.”

The man’s lips pulled into an inhumane snarl. He put a hand on the ground, using it to push himself up as he lunged at the man. He had the knife in his hand, and he threw himself against Rusl’s defender.

Rusl tried to shout in warning - he didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of him - and reached out in an attempt to stop the fight. But at that moment, he felt a sensation he had never felt before. It was as if an imaginary wave was being pulled forcefully through his body. He could feel it running through his chest, his limbs, down his arm and into his palm, where the energy seemed to gather before bursting forth and knocking him backwards onto the ground.

When he looked up, both men were lying on the ground, motionless. His heart began to race as he scrambled to his feet. He looked between the two men, hesitant, but neither of them bothered to get up. He stepped carefully toward the second man, bending down and poking him, but the man made no response. He noticed, then, in the light of the moon, that both men had blood coming out of their noses, eyes, and ears. Upon further inspection, their shirts were torn and bloodied, their chests seemingly seared.

He stumbled backwards in horror, realizing then that they were both dead. He looked up again as the other people in the parking lot were alerted to what had happened. They hurried over toward them, and Rusl panicked. He pushed himself to his feet, and without looking back, he sprinted back into the safety of the woods.

It was morning when the police found him huddled under an overhang of boulders. He tried to run from them, certain that he was going to die for what he had done, but when the police caught him, they simply guided him into one of the cruiser’s where he sat in the back seat.

They drove for what felt like hours until Rusl began to recognize his surroundings. He was relieved that they weren’t going to kill him, though he really didn’t want to be forced to go back to his foster family. He knew too well that he didn’t have any other choice, but he was sure that they would find out about what happened, and he feared what would happen to him after that.

He was instructed to go to his room as soon as they got to the house, but he only went around the corner and hurried up half the steps before stopping to listen in to the conversation.

“Witnesses saw him in Eldin,” the officer explained. “He killed two men, then took off into the woods, where we found him this morning.”

“He couldn’t have done it on purpose,” Maree said. “He doesn’t even know he’s capable of that power.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ty replied. “It could happen again. He’s dangerous. He could hurt the other kids.” There was a pause before he continued. “He’s Hylian; what did you expect?”

“What are we supposed to do? He has no one.”

“That’s not our problem,” Ty pressed. “The safety of these kids is our main concern. He doesn’t belong here with us, or with them. They will find somewhere else for him.”

“Will they? No one will want to take him when they find out about him.”

He sighed. “What do you want me to say? He can’t stay here. We have kids, too. What if they get hurt? Or killed?”

There was another pause until the officer spoke. “It would be in your best interest. There are people that can take care of him and ensure he will not be a threat.”

Maree sighed softly. “Alright. I’ll call them.”

[radiodreadzone]

Like Unto the Earth

WC: 2,689

TW: Panic Attacks.

It was late. Kyle and I had been running missions, but even he had already called it a night. The restless energy that had me on edge all night had continued to persist. I was jumpy. Unable to settle. I texted Dax and Gwen for another mission, ignoring the tiny numbers of the clock at the top corner of my phone that glowed like an accusation as I shouldered my crossbow and slipped back out into the darkness. If nothing else, I hoped to work this out. To burn myself low, and at least...maybe find some rest through sheer exhaustion alone.

By the time I'd made it to Hoadly, emerging carefully from the sewer grate in the cliff, I'd gotten my first objective text. A Lucid carrying information. I shifted my crossbow with a slight smile. Easy. But that also meant going down into the Maze. I'd need to raid stockpiles.

Slowly, methodically, I made my way around the neighborhood, pausing at the base of the cliff that led upwards to the daycare above. The gentle sound of pages fluttering in the wind had drawn me, and I picked up the loose piece of the CHORUS manual and shoved it in one of my pocket. Another was in a backyard, resting beneath the sparking form of Dax's drone on the eaves above. I smiled as I hauled myself up, snapping a pic of the broken piece of tech to send to Dax.

'Found your Drone.

Again.'

It was quick work to fix, even as my eyes traced upwards towards the cliff. I'd deal with the handbook and the last few pages before I went down there...The rest were a bit beyond my reach. I'd need to go around. Creeping slowly through front yards, mindful of shadows and the Lucids that seemed to saturate the neighborhood this time of night, I slipped towards the road.

Something knew I was there.

I stiffened,turning sharply on my heel to stare down the road. A Sleeper's head had swung towards me, arms reaching, seeking. I allowed myself a breath. "Just you." It was barely a waver of words. I turned to head back up the road.

Their presence is often hard to describe when you notice it. Sometimes when a daimon speaks to me, I can catch it before it happens. There's...signs. Warnings. With...Them...it always felt like too many eyes turning onto me. Scrutiny. Judgement. It sets off the hair on the back of my neck, and sparks a cold sweat.

Thee-I-Dare is...harder to describe. His presence has always felt unobtrusive. Like someone waiting patiently, politely, at a door while you're focused on something else. Never quite sure how long they've been standing there. But...not quite that either. It's more than that. Like a peal of thunder. An echo of something powerful...something that makes you jump if you don't expect it's arrival.

YOU ASK WHAT YOU ARE TO ME...

I startle badly, nearly fumbling my crossbow. A hand slaps to my mouth to muffle the yelp that threatens at the sudden whisper of words that brushes through my subconscious. The lurch of my heart and mind stumbles, as I try to remember who I'd burned my last ritual to.

To...to Them. But this wasn't them. This was him. I'd asked him not long ago about us. My kind. He'd answered swifter than I'd anticipated. It had been a prayer born of doubts, and I felt now that guilt eating at me. Fizzing low in my gut.

"Sorry...you gave me a fright. Uhm. Yeah." I stumbled out the words, quiet and soft in the street, managing to pick my feet up and keep moving. "Just...was wondering."

The silence lengthened, and I waited it out. I wasn't sure who the discomfort in that moment belonged to.

TRY NOT TO TAKE ME WRONG, IN THIS...

It was a hesitant start as any. And I felt for him. Mine had been a very loaded question from the start. Unable to help myself, I opened my mouth to reassure. "I..figured it's not going to be a...pretty answer. So...duly noted." The guilt had formed a symphony with unease in my chest. It was a rough start now for both of us, a leveled playing field. I was afraid of where this path would go.

In the silence that followed, I gathered the last few pages and the book, pulling myself quietly onto the roof of Old Growth.

TO ME YOU ARE LIKE UNTO THE EARTH

He was ever a fan of metaphor. He augmented his phrasing in ways that were easily understood. But sometimes the point flew right over my head. Brows furrowed, I squinted up at the depths of the night sky, mouthing the phrase over and over silently. "...unto the earth?" I finally mumbled, the words spilling out audibly.

A SOURCE OF GREAT POTENTIAL

The understanding clicked, finally. I was grateful for a bit more elucidation, even as dismay settled on my shoulders like a heavy blanket. "Oh...I see. An untapped resource."

WE STROVE UNJUSTLY TO MASTER IT.

My jaw clenched a touch, the fizzling in my chest hissing out, replaced by a heavy weight of resignation that leeched into my tones. "...got it. Yeah. A resource." 'Try not to take me wrong, in this...' My eyes slid away from the sky as I slipped off the roof and down towards the campground. Silence pervaded between us again.

After a moment I cleared my throat and attempted to speak, only to be given pause as the presence coiled in the back of my mind stirred and spoke again.

WE...I, MAY HAVE AWAKENED YOU

A nod, though I have no idea if he even saw it. I barely understood how these things worked. I had meant to ask him about that...but another time maybe. Later, maybe.

"Right. You were the one who Woke us all up in the beginning. Will, and then Word." A frown now as I turned over things. "But..unjust to your eyes...? Not necessarily everyone else's at the time..?"

BUT WHAT IF YOU WOULD HAVE RISEN?

WITHOUT ME. I WILL NEVER KNOW.

Thee-I-Dare proved himself again with a habit of keeping me confused as he spoke. I often felt every one of my very young fourteen years in the face of his...centuries? Millennia? He was ancient. An understanding and consciousness far beyond mine, even when some days he felt human. I often sat back after talks and marveled at the fact that I'd managed to keep up with him at all. But in this moment it was just...me at a loss once more.

I bit off the tail end of a sigh, "When you say risen, this feels like new terminology." An important word. Things that seemed so innocuous in our mouths could have a whole new meaning in the eyes of daimons. "Cuz we're Awake, and that feels like a very y'know...proper noun. Risen feels like something similar, but if so it's not one I'm familiar with."

I USE THAT WORD OFTEN, FOR SPEED...

Speed like...swiftness? Or speed to help communicate with less? I decided perhaps the latter. "Ok, gotcha. Metaphorical. Easier to try and get a point across." Even I could hear the lack of certainty in my voice however. It didn't help my concentration that I was now neck deep in the Maze, seeking the Lucid that bore the evidence I'd need to gather before I could leave.

BUT IN TRUTH, WAKE TO SLUMBER?

IT IS A LONG SLOPE, ALWAYS HAS BEEN

I held back a laugh. He always seemed to pick the hardest fights. The longest and steepest slopes. The most opposition. It was his nature but, I couldn't resist a tease. "Back to that tenacity of yours again...huh?" It didn't quite reach it's mark today. I don't think either of our hearts were entirely in it...or whatever the daimon equivalent would have been.

WHAT IF I JUST WOKE YOU EARLY?

Early...? In what sense? Historically? "I feel like..I'm missing a lot of pieces of context..." The late hour didn't help my ability to think straight either in that moment. I spotted the Lucid I needed in Host Conditioning, managing a neat dispatch of them, and moved to collect. "I'm afraid you're more familiar with your history than I am. So i'm not quite sure what...early might mean." My eyes once again sought a form that wasn't there, as if looking to meet the eyes of the daimon in my head. I started to understand why some people just kept their eyes shut when speaking to them but...I had more to do yet.

NO. IN THIS, I SPECULATE.

Ah. That explained it all. I'd chased the tail end of a thought. Speculation and nothing more.

I THINK YOU DO NOT NEED US.

That again. He'd mentioned it to me and countless others. It was important to him, even if I wasn't sure how I felt about it myself. "Yes, you've mentioned that a few times." Again I felt a need to try to justify his existence. To try and give him a reason to stay, even if I knew that the words of one small child...might not mean much at all. "You're a catalyst." He finished his thought, having waited patiently for me to blurt mine.

AS THE EARTH MAY NOT NEED YOU.

I stilled, thoughts switching back. Oh.

"Right. Well..in that way. If we're going into this." I could feel that uncertainty winding tight in my chest again, even as I felt yet another loaded question slide home into the barrel. "There's thoughts that...humans with the Earth, we might destroy it because of how we utilize it. Is there that fear of that with my kind and yours and how they interact...?"

The answer came swiftly.

YES.

My eyes slid shut. A breath expelling from clenched teeth. "...well. That's not ominous at all, is it?" A stray thought, "Are we talking more abstract like will, or are we talking...annihilation?" Destruction of my species in any format was...not ideal.

MY SIBLINGS DO NOT FEAR THAT

Of course they didn't. "They seem...less concerned with us. At least...in comparison." In comparison to him. To maybe a small handful. From what I'd heard and seen we were...expendable parts. Cattle. It sat like a lump in my chest and stomach.

ALL BUT ONE. THE END MOTHER.

Unbidden, a chill came over me. Her. Memories flashed across my mind. A great eye of stars in the sky. Nerves colored my tone. "Yeah..." the word was drawn out. "Her." My voice was quiet. Meeker. "I don't think I like her."

SHE AND I AGREE, WE...NEED LIMITS

I wanted to pursue that. The idea of them limiting themselves but..the fear still ran cold in me at mention of Her, raising the hair on my arms. It distracted my senses, leaving me fumbling and desperate to leave the cold chill of the Maze and get back beneath the sky above me. "She's a finality but she scares me...I don't know if that's wise or not." Was death not a promise given to all who breathe their first breath? Whose hearts beat?

But I...I didn't want to die. Not now. I'd seen too much death in the Maze. Watched it take my friends. I didn't want to be added to that growing ledger.

IT IS.

It was a relief to hear that confirmation come back to me. That I wasn't a fool for it. But...I knew there were also some that saw her differently. "I...don't see how some people are as close to her as they are...But..that's their choice to make I think." And after all, wasn't choice something entirely human to begin with?

There was a pause between us as I sought my way out of the Maze, sliding out of a garage utility hatch. I still felt jittery. Unnerved, until I was back in the night air and under the expanse of stars again. "A little better...a little more room to think..."

I felt awkward in the silence, the restlessness in me giving way to discomfort. You're wasting his time, now. "I...I had another question but I'm trying to remember what is was..." In the face of the buzzing remnants of what had been panic blooming, any path of thought had fragmented to splinters, slipping through my grasp. Coherent thought was lost to the late hour, and I felt the dismay tighten it's noose around my neck, along with the returning guilt that I had brought him here for these things at all.

I AM HERE.

Three words.

Three simple words, and yet they still knocked back the growing buzz in my head. The panic that maybe I hadn't been...enough in that moment.

I couldn't help the soft laugh, "I'm glad but...my mind apparently isn't." I tried once more for the fading fractures of thought, but as before, they eluded me.

YOU WILL SEE ME AGAIN, SPARROW.

Will I? I wanted to ask. How can you promise that in a place like this? The words rose and fell behind my mouth like a wave. I tamped them down. Sealed them away. I found new words instead.

"That's good.." but still, the desperate tide could not be stemmed, breaching now in some way. Trying to apologize for this hole in my chest. Trying to assuage the guilt that burned in me for my doubt. He was my friend. Why was I afraid now?

Reality was a bleak reminder of the difference between how I hoped things should be, and how rarely they aligned to truth.

"I just...I wanna say..." He's a friend. You can talk to him about anything, right? "I've been scared and a little...worried lately? Not necessarily by you or your actions but..Maybe also given to doubt." The admittance fell from my tongue like a weight. "I want to apologize if..." I shut my eyes, exhaling another wavering breath. "If some of my questions might be strange or hard in the coming days." They were always there. A ceaseless, binding vine that grew where it had been cut. Some days it threatened to overwhelm. Strangle and crush.

The hush of his presence slid back.

I DO NOT JUDGE.

How very different he was from Them. Who judged without thought. I envied him the skill, even if I wondered some days if he didn't just side eye all of us in spite of the claim.

"I know." I took a fortifying breath. "But I'm all too human," All too different from you. "And I still fear anyway..." It was a useless emotion, fear. And yet I was packed to the brim with it. I wanted to just take it and throw it somewhere dark and deep. Take the hollow it left and form it with something newer and stronger but...I don't know if that would still be me.

"But I'm glad that you're there to listen."

I AM. I WILL BE. IT IS MY HONOR.

I bit down on my tongue, feeling a pang at the words. Kind of him. Far too kind for the likes of you. You who doubt. You who question everything.

And yet.

Don't I trust him, too?

It was a war of emotions and yet. The kernel of trust remained. An anchor amidst the strife.

"...you're too nice. And sometimes that's the worst part in all of this." I tried to soften the words with a laugh, but the sound was hoarse and dry, wispy as the wind that coursed in the trees around us both.

GOODNIGHT, DEAR SPARROW. SURVIVE.

I could feel that presence draw away now. Going back to wherever it is he resided when he wasn't with one of us. In parting I replied, hoping that he would catch it, "Goodnight. Thank you, Thee-I-Dare."

In the remaining silence of Hoadly I felt...wrung out. The guilt was there but...more bearable. Time. Perhaps I needed...time.

But now I'd found the exhaustion I'd been seeking. Worn out and tired, I just wanted to go back home and sleep it all off. Maybe the fear would go away with the dawn, dissipating like a nightmare in the morning sun.

I could only hope.

[shall-we-imagine]

Peace. (Elias GoldsteinxLuca Orlem [Platonic ig] *AU*)

A/N: This was supposed to be just a drabble but as you guys might've noticed I cannot control myself and this is longer than a drabble 😂

Genre: Fluff/a bit angsty ig

Summary: Sometimes what you have to do and what you want to do are two opposite things.

(Third point of view)

"You don't understand how it's like! You've always been the perfect one!" Tears blurring his vision, the 11-year-old boy yells at his older brother, who had merely tried to calm him down and had nothing to do with the younger boy's problem whatsoever.

"Elias, could you please listen?" Maintaining a soft, calm voice, the teenager attempts to reason with the child. It wasn't rare for Elias to throw temper tantrums every now and then; being his older brothers, Alfonse and Klaus would always try to coax him into letting them take care of him and comfort him, yet sometimes, today being an example, Elias decides to remain as stubborn as could be and refuse to let them in.

"No!" The boy huffs, "I'm going to see Luca!" He turns towards the coat hanger, grasping his beige jacket and rushing towards the front door.

"Why do you keep saying that?! You know, if you leave now, father is gonna get-" slam! "..angry.." Sighing in frustration, Klaus runs his hand through his soft, curly locks. He contemplated following his brother out but decided against it; he knew he would be back soon, and a lot calmer as well. Perhaps he could find a way to ensure their father doesn't know his 11-year-old son just stormed off though..

"How many times do I have to get scolded for not being good enough?" Elias mutters, struggling to get his jacket on. "No matter what I do, it's always you could've done better." Puffs of smoke leave his freezing lips, and he mentally slaps himself for not taking time to bring along a scarf at least. It was harshly cold, but he had too much pride to go back and layer up before leaving again. Therefore, he forced his mind off the slight shivers of his body and the constant clashing of his teeth.

At the sight of the familiar tree stump, Elias's pace quickens subconsciously. It was their official meeting spot.

Sighing, Elias plops onto the wooden surface that had begun collecting tiny mushrooms all around it. "I miss when your bedroom and mine were merely two windows and a few inches apart. I wouldn't be freezing out here to see you." The blond grumbles to himself, or at least that's what he thought.

"Hey, it's not my fault! I do miss it too though." Elias's head snaps towards the green-haired boy currently taking seat on the same stump. "How have you been, Prince Elias?" The latter grins.

"Luca, you've known me since birth! I'm not royalty!"

"You could totally pass off as a prince though." You'd think the two would get tired of this argument, yet they didn't seem to be stopping any time soon.

"Whatever. I had another argument with my father." Elias confesses the reason of his visit, "and Klaus.."

"Man, why do you never visit just because you miss me?" Luca teases the younger boy.

"Because you're annoying." The Goldstein retorts.

"You're just too prideful to admit you missed me; that's all." Orlem smirks, earning a glare from the blond.

"You wish." Elias rolls his eyes, wishing the redness of his cheeks could slide with an excuse of how cold it is. He knew it was true. He always missed Luca but would never say it out loud; hell, he could barely admit it to himself.

"Anyway, you still haven't found a way to leave?" Tentatively, Elias shifts to a more sensitive topic. His gut twisted uncomfortably, as he waited for an answer. Yes or no, whichever it was; he couldn't feel true happiness. Deep down, he was aware he had to be happy for his friend if he'd found a way to escape this lonesome misery, but the selfish side of him set his heart ablaze at the sole thought of saying goodbye one more time. One last time.

Elias swore he caught Luca's smile drop a little, but it was back so fast he doubted himself. "I wouldn't be here if I'd figured something out, would I?" He jokes, but his younger friend knew him too well. He could sense the sadness within the statement.

"You'll figure something out; I'm sure." Elias attempts to comfort the other boy, hiding his own discomfort towards the statement.

"Ah, I'm a restless soul cuz my friend keeps having arguments with his family, so I need to be here for him. I haven't fulfilled my purpose!" Luca's playful self returns, as he dramatically sighs and throws the blame on his friend.

"That cannot be the reason!" Elias argues, but a flicker of guilt finds its way to his heart. "..right?"

"I don't know." Luca shrugs, "I mean I don't feel restless. I just feel bored most of the time, to be honest."

"Can you believe I've gone through this entire forest?" He chuckles, a glimmer of excitement coating his words.

"At least you found a way to enjoy yourself." The younger smiles.

"Mmhm." Luca nods.

An awkward silence fills the dark forest. They were ignoring the elephant in the room. For the first few month, they were both filled with glee at the pleasant accident- an unforseen reunion. However, now it was more of a burden; it was a mistake they couldn't fix- one they hadn't even committed in the first place but still had to find a solution for by themselves.

As much as they loved being able to see each other still, Luca was stuck in the middle of a forest, neither dead nor alive, and that wasn't the most pleasant of postions.

Even though he wasn't told what to do, Elias felt it somehow. The key to Luca's freedom was tightly clasped between the blond's hand, while he pretended not to find it.

Elias's head drops, fixing his eyes on the ground. A trail of ants was what he decided to stare at; he wasn't even sure how the moon was able to make the tiny creatures that clear to him; perhaps Elias's need to look at anything but Luca gave him super vision. Who knows.

His shaky voice barely audible, Elias lets out the thought he kept trapped for his own selfish needs. "I'm going to stop mourning you." He fought against the burning in his eyes and the lump at the back of his throat. For once, he was thankful for being late for a haircut, since his hair conveniently kept his currently moist eyes hidden.

The older lets out a nervous laugh. "Why are you mourning me, prince? I'm right here." He spreads his arms widely, in a way to show his presence.

"You're a spirit, Luca!" The smaller boy sniffles, unable to battle his own emotions.

"So? I'm still your friend, am I not?" Luca feigns hurt, but his goofy nature that always cheered up his friend had failed him this time. The younger remained silent, forcing Luca to speak up again, this time abandoning his humor and resorting to a different method.

"Elias, listen; I know you're scared I'll leave you alone, and I know you feel guilty about it, but it's normal, isn't it? Death is inevitable. Life had somehow managed to give us a chance to reunite- a chance for me to assure you my death wasn't your fault. It should've made you happier not more miserable." His green eyes stared intently at the blond, who for the first time in a while looked up from the ground.

"I know." The younger sniffles. "I want to set you free- I do, but I just miss you, Luca..I miss you so much. You never should've left me like this! I never should've agreed to your stupid idea that day!" By now, Elias's voice had gotten gradually louder. He was tired of bottling up his sorrows.

"Elias, I suggested we play here; my death was my fault- not yours, so for once, listen to me, and stop drowining yourself in guilt!"

"But..if I'd said no then maybe-"

Luca gets off the stump and stands facing Elias. "If you'd said no, I would've dragged you here either way, Elias. It's not like I would've listened. When have I ever?" Adding a small laugh, the older boy peeks at his friend's face.

"You never listen." Luca was left unsure how to feel or act; Elias had spoken the sentence and paired it with a laugh, yet streams of tears raced down his rosy cheeks.

Luca dropped to his knees, "Are you okay, Elias? I'm sorry." He didn't know what he'd done to gain such a conflicted reaction from the smaller guy, but he felt bad nevertheless.

Resolution in his eyes, Elias wipes away his tears (not that it did much to stop the streams spilling out his eyes anyway) and gives a bright smile to his friend. "I'm good. You're right. I'm glad we've had this chance; I'm glad I can say goodbye to you properly."

"I..I don't think you look very glad, Elias.." Luca gave a light, nervous laugh.

It was as if Elias could no longer hear his friend. "I will miss you, Luca, but it's time I let you go. It's time you get to rest."

"Wha..what are you talking about, Elias?" The older boy grew more nervous and confused.

"Goodbye, Luca." A pained yet genuine smile revealed itself on the blond's lips.

A reply was never given. Green eyes bore into purple ones; until eventually, Elias could no longer see the beautiful emeralds that were embedded in his memory by now. And for a few moments, the boy kept staring at the big, plain, lonely tree before him, trying to grasp the fact that he'd just freed his friend.

He was happy, wasn't he? His heart twisted in anguish, but he was content. In some strange, unexplainable way, he felt joy.

"Elias! My goodness, father is gonna kill us all if you don't come back with us now." Klaus rushes to the little boy's side, Alfonse following shortly after.

"Are you..crying?" The eldest asked in the softest voice.

"No." It was a blatant lie, everyone could tell. And even though he didn't try to seem convincing, no one questioned him.

Silently, all three walked out the forest.

Elias almost wanted to remain inside the green space, as if leaving was a confirmation he'd never see his friend again. But of course he couldn't. He followed his older brothers home. They didn't ask questions, and for that he was thankful.

By the time they reached their front door, Elias had cried his eyes dry. His siblings walked inside, but he stayed back for a few seconds and took one last look at the starry sky.

"I hope you're finally at peace." He whispered. Perhaps he'd gone mad, but he was sure he heard a familiar voice whisper back.

Same goes to you, Prince.

[one-piece-dumpster-fire]

Hi can I get a scenario where Sanji introduces his baby son/daughter with his SO to the vinsmoke family? Thank you!!

y(S/N) stands for your son’s name and (D/N) for your daughter’s^^ I decided to let him have both xD(gif isn’t mine)

Sanji introducing his babies to his family scenario

„Sanji, how is this dress?“

„…“

„Sanji!!!“

„OW!“

The blonde cook was abruptly rippedfrom his thoughts as his girlfriend, (y/n), pinched his cheek ratherharshly.

„Seriously, this is the third time Iasked and you still haven’t answered.“ She sighed out while givingher boyfriend an annoyed glance. She has been trying on variousdresses for the past two hours while Sanji was very absorbed indressing their little babies. Whenever he spend time with hischildren he would get so caught up in it that he sometimes forgot the worldaround him. Finally standing up and turning around to look at hisgirlfriend, he gave her a small and assuring smile.

„You’re as radiant as a freshlybloomed lily my love, although I don’t think dressing up this fancywould be necessary.“, he paused for a second,  „It’s not likethey deserve it anyways.“

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at his snarkycomment and sighed again.

„Come on Sanji. I know that you don’tlike your family, but they at least deserve to meet their nephew andniece, don’t you think?“ She looked at him with pleading eyes andSanji took a second to think before answering.

„No.“

„Aww Sanji, come on! Do it for me,please?“

(Y/N) was tired of him trying to talkher out of this. Of course she knew and disapproved of how his familytreated him in the past, but deep down she was hoping that they would change andgrew together with Sanji again, or at least learn to respect him.After all, chances are that she would marry into this family one day,and even though Sanji doesn’t want her to have anything to do withthem, (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel left out and saddened at thethought that her children would never meet their aunt, uncles andgrandpa. But ever since she proposed meeting them, Sanji has grown tobe even more defensive and protective of his children than ever. Hewould insist that his family wasn’t worthy of meeting his girlfriend,let alone their children, and remained that way.

„It will only be for a brief time.We’ll drop by and say ‘Look at our precious babies!’ and leave again.But I just want them to see what beautiful miracles we created.“She said while picking up (S/N) and (D/N) and softly nudging theircheeks.

A conflicted look started to settle onSanji’s handsome features and he debatted with himself for a minute.

„Not longer than ten minutes. And Iwon’t let them near, let alone hold any of our children.“

He said while kneeling down andplanting a kiss on his daughter’s cheek, which made her let out a smallgiggle in reply. (Y/N) smiled at his gesture and thought about themeeting. Maybe it’ll be good. Maybe they’ll actually be thankful forSanjji saving their lives! I’m sure we’ll be able to have a good timetogether!

~*~

It took (Y/N) three seconds withSanji’s family to change her mind.

After arriving at the doors ofVinsmoke castle, and after passing through several guard controls andassuring that the reason for their visit is non-malicious, theywere allowed inside the living room were they waited for ten more minutes forSanji’s family to arrive. And when they did, Sanji instantly regretever coming back here.

„Hey brothers! Look at the failurecrawling back to us!“

„What’re you doing here, huh? Want usto make some more fun of you?“

„Whooooaaaa who is that babe withhim?!“

Niji, Ichiji and Yonji Vinsmoke werethe first family members the couple met, and naturally, they weremore than happy to see their missing brother. It was getting boringaround here and having a weakling to make fun of seemed like a wonderfulidea to pass some time.

„See (Y/N)? I told you this was anawful idea.“ Sanji whispered through gritted teeth while pressinghis tiny daughter against his chest. (Y/N) gulped before putting on adetermined look and deciding to introduce herself.

„Hello, you must be Sanjis brothers.I’m his girlfriend and wanted to—“

An unsettling grin settled on Yonjislips while Ichiji let out a chuckle.

„Don’t tell me… You’re already sobored with him that you want to see what his brothers have to offer,eh?! Well, you’re in luck baby, 'cuz…“

Niji was interrupted by (D/N) lettingout a high pitched scream and starting to trash around in Sanjisarms, which made the instantly worried father rock her whilewhispering soothing words of comfort. He was pretty mad at hisbrothers and if it weren’t for his daughter’s scream he might havejust went on and hit Niji with a fiery kick to the face.

„There there, (D/N), daddy’s got you.Don’t pay attention to those fools.“ He cooed while turning awayfrom his brothers to calm down and figure out how to stop her crying.

„Eh? What the heck are you doing witha brat in your arms, idiot?“ Yonji slightly tilted his head to the left and allthree brothers sported a confused look. Just what the heck did theirstupid brother want here?

But before the threebrothers could ask any more questions andas if he was sensing his sister’sdiscomfort, (S/N) now started to scream as well.

„Oh no, oh no, this is not going asplanned.“ (Y/N) cursed while starting to rock her son like Sanji did.

„Seems like they can sense whendumbasses are near, (Y/N).“ Sanji hissed just loud enough that hisbrothers could hear it too.

„You better explain what’s going onright now or things are gonna get ugly for you, fool.“ Ichijihissed back while taking on an intimidating stance.

Oh this is awful, (Y/N) thought, justwhat did I do?

“Ichiji, Niji, Yonji, what is goingon out here? I thought I heard a scream.“ (Y/N) diverted her eyesfrom her son and Sanji’s brothers to spot a gorgeous pink hairedwoman with a curly eyebrow. So this must be Reiju, (Y/N) thoughtwhile slightly smiling in an exhausted way. According to what Sanjitold me, she must be a rather sweet person. But (Y/N)’s small reliefwas short-lived because only a second later, she saw a rather largeshadow appearing behind Reiju. It belonged to a big man with longblonde hair, a rather muscular body build and a grim look on hisface.

„The guards have informed me aboutyour visit. And here I thought you never wanted to return, Sanji.“ Sanjiscoffed at his father while (D/N)’s screaming finally started to cease down.

„Don’t think I’m doing this out ofsympathy or anything. My girlfriend insisted on introducing herselfto you guys.“

Judge’s eyes squinted as he switched tolook from Sanji to (Y/N). He didn’t say a word, nor did anyone elsebut the question 'And why would she want to meet us?’ was undoubtlyhanging in the air, so (Y/N) decided to break the awkward atmosphereby explaining herself.

„Hello, my name is (Y/N) and I’mSanjis girlfriend and…. the mother of his children.“ She softlyturned her now silent son so that the Vinsmoke Family could take alook at his face.

The rest of Sanjis family remainedsilent for a few more seconds, before Yonji jumped up and grabbed hishead in shock.

„Holy shit, Sanji is not a virginanymore?!?!?! …And I’M AN UNCLE??“

Sanji’s other two brothers as well ashis father remained silent, put a clear look of shock settled ontheir face. Reiju was the only one who smiled at the couple and letout a small laugh.

„Well now this is unexpected. Iwouldn’t have dreamed of ever being an aunt… Let alone so soon.“

Sanji shrugged while eyeing (S/N) andtrying to figure out if the little one was comfortable with so manyeyes settled on him. He still refused to show his daughter to hisfamily.

„It wasn’t planned to go like this,really. It just… kind of happened but I am more than grateful forhaving (Y/N) as well as our children“, he paused for a second,„they’re my family, after all.“

Reiju still smiled and stepped forwardto take a better look at her nephew, while Yonji was still grabbinghis hair in disbelief.

„The punk has gone and done it now…HE GOT LAID!“

Niji and Ichiji turned their attentionfrom (S/N) to (D/N), since she started to babble in her infantlanguage, but their expressions remained unreadable.

I wish I could see their eyes and whatthey think of it… (Y/N) thought while nodding at Reiju, who just askedpermission to touch (S/N)’s face.

„What are their names?“ the pink-haired lady askedwhile gently rubbing his little cheek.

„This little man is (S/N) and thelady Sanji won’t show is (D/N).“ (Y/N) announced proudly.

„Tsk… Of course you loser couldn’tthink about better names.“

Rage began to settle on Sanji’s face ashe glanced at Niji.

„What did you just say about my kids,dumbass?“ A dark aura began to surround the young man and thetension in the room started to rise once more.

„(Y/N), I think we should leave now.You told them about us and (S/N) as well as (D/N), so we have nobusiness here anymore.“ Sanji said while trying to control hisrage. After all, he didn’t want to get violent infront of his kids.

(Y/N) nodded while telling Reiju tovisit if she wants to, but before the couple was able to turn aroundand leave, Judge raised his voice.

„Can I… See her?“ he asked whilelooking in Sanji’s direction, who already opened his mouth to denyhis father’s request, but (Y/N) gently squeezed his arm and gave hima pleading look.

„Fine.“

He slowly turned (D/N) in his arms sothat her face was shown to his father. Judge as well as Reiju lookedat the babbling little girl while Niji and the rest still stared at (S/N).Nobody said anything nor did anyone move.

They remained that way for a minutebefore Judge nodded and signaled them to leave now. Sanji grabbed(Y/N)’s hand while holding his daughter with the other one andquickly said goodbye to Reiju while (Y/N) thanked the family forhaving them and bid farewell as well.

As they were leaving the castle, (Y/N) turned tosmile at her boyfriend.

„Sanji, I am so proud and gratefulfor what you did. Once we’re back at the Sunny, I’ll make sure torepay you for today!“

A mischievious grin spread on Sanji’s lips as he slightly squeezed her hand in his.

„Well, at least now you know how jerky they arein person.“

~*~

Once Yonji, Niji and Ichiji were surethat the couple was gone and their sister and father were out ofhearing range, they decided now was the appropriate time to talk about this new change of events.

„He may be Sanji’s son, but boy got the eyes of a Vinsmoke.“

„Their eyebrows didn’t seem verycurly though.“

„Sanji got laid.“

„The girl looks just like Sanji whenshe smiles. Kind of pathetic.“

„And they’re pretty small, right?“

“I still can’t believe I’m an uncle now.”

[zenith-is-a-titan]

Collector

((Posting here from long time ago cuz sad boy hours. Set after Red War.))

Summary: After the Red War, guardians stepped up to go search for MIA people and guardians. Most of the time all they find is remaining bits of torn marks, cloaks, or bonds. Still, they return them to the fireteam dutifully. Zenith, a titan, chooses to help out and become a "Collector." 

“Titan! Hold up!”

Zenith froze mid step. There was only one reason why someone would come up to him with such urgency not even knowing his name. Still, he turned slowly and looked at the rushing Warlock coming to him. She was two heads shorter than him and her hair was pulled back into a messy bun. The bags under her eyes told him she hadn’t slept in a while which was scarily common nowadays.

“What can I do for you?” He asked already knowing the answer.

“You’re one of them right? A Collector?”

He hated that word. Collector. It made his job seem so much more pleasant. Still, he didn’t correct her. “Yes. What would you like me to search for?” Straight to the point. It was easier that way.

“M-My friend...She...We were separated during the evacuation. She’s a hunter. My height. Light brown eyes. W-White...white hair…” The Warlock teared up at the memory and covered her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

Zenith nodded and placed a calming hand on her shoulder. “Take your time.”

“Her...Her cloak had her name sewn in it. She always lost it...Please...Find her for me. Or...Something. Please.” The Warlock was nearly in hysterics and Zenith nodded once more.

“I will do my best.”

“Thank you! Thank you! I don’t have much but if you find anything I’ll-” Zenith stopped her with a shake of his head. “That is not necessary. I do not require any payment.”

The Warlock looked like she wanted to argue, but nodded instead. “Okay...Thank you…”

The looking was the hardest part. Zenith looked from sun up to sun down most days. From evacuation routes to dirt trails. Hell, even animal tracks. All for the chance to find something. Anything to give closure to those who wait. Some days he goes home with new for 3 fireteams or more. Sometimes with nothing at all. Through the quiet moments where he trudges through muddy terfs, he thinks.

Zenith was lucky. He came out of the Red War with all of his fireteam. Even if Gid...Even if He wasn’t with the fireteam anymore. That was a lot more than he could say for a lot of people. And those nights at the farm where there were just too many wounded and not enough parts to go around...Zenith shivered at the thought and continued looking. As he looked, he searched for spare parts he could take back to the tower for the wounded. He also might find a usable voice box for River. While she took to sign language like a duck to water, Zenith knew she’d appreciate one less reminder of what happened.

It was when he happened upon a fallen tree that his search gained traction. Stuck to the bark war a knife. And to that knife was a ripped piece of a cloak. Removing the knife, he examined the cloth. It was small, but he could see threads making out a word. Abigail. The Warlock had told him the hunter’s name and that it was sewn into the cloak. He was close. This was left here on purpose.

He continued walking, staying close to the rock wall until it broke off into a large cavern. If a hunter was leaving clues, they wouldn’t stray far from them. So, Zenith headed inside. Kyo lit the way for him as he walked. Water dripped from the ceiling and echoed across the cavern.

“Abigail? Abigail!” Zenith called out.

Suddenly, Kyo gasped. “I can feel something! Another Ghost! There’s someone here!” Up Ahead!”

Zenith doubled his efforts and quickened his pace. Just as his ghost said, there was someone there. A human. A hunter. Laying with their cloak wrapped tightly around themselves. Shivering. Suffering. Just then, a light shot up and blinded the Titan momentarily.

“Ah! Get away from her! Get away!” The ghost said floating in front of her guardian.

“Wait! We’re here to rescue you! Is she Abigail?” Kyo asked worriedly.

The other ghost gave a sceptical look before turning to her guardian. “I felt the light returning...but by then it was too late. She’s been rationing her food and making it stretch the best she can, but...I can’t even reach any frequencies to send an SOS. She ran out of rations two days ago. Please...Help her.”

Zenith nodded and put away his weapon. He walked over to the shivering girl and easily picked her up. The way she curled closer to his body heat reminded him of how he did the same to Aiona when he was first revived. “How far is a clearing?”

“A 5 minute jog at most. I’m sending a report now to have medics ready to take her at the tower.” Kyo said.

Zenith turned a 5 minute job into a 3 minute one quickly but made sure not to jar Abigail too much. The ride to the Tower was deadly silent.

As promised, there were three medics waiting at the hangar with a gurney ready for their return. A crowd of guardians had gathered to see who would be returning. Right at the front was the Warlock.

Zenith walked down the boarding ramp of his ship with Abigail held tightly to his chest. Ever so gently he laid her down on the gurney and helped the medics spread a shock blanket over her.

“Abby!” The Warlock cried out as she ran over. But the medics were already speeding away. She watched as Abigail was wheeled away before pulling Zenith into a hug. For someone so small she sure had a strong grip. “You saved my Abby! Thank you!”

“No thanks needed.” Zenith assured giving her a firm squeeze in return.

“If you need anything please just-”

“No. Thank you...But no. You should go to her. She’ll need you. But here,” Zenith took out the knife and the strip of cloak and handed them to her. “She will need this back.”

The Warlock looked ready to burst into tears but nodded as she held the cloth close. “Traveler bless you, Collector.” Were her parting words as she took off after her friend.

Those are the good days. But they are very few and very far between.

Most days Zenith doesn’t even have a body to return. Sometimes it’s a gun or a ripped piece of cloth with a name. Rarely he gets a hug. Mostly he gets lucky to get a second glance. But every single one of them call him by that name Collector.

Every morning he wakes up with a heavy heart. Forces himself to eat breakfast. And tells himself he’s lucky. He has everyone. Everyone lived. Gid...HE was okay out there.

Aiona catches him one day with his legs dangling from the tower’s edge.

“Aren’t gonna jump are ya?” It’s supposed to be joking but it burns Zenith to know there’s actual suspicion in those words.

“No…”

“You don’t have to do this you know.” Zenith doesn’t even need to ask for clarification on what she means.

“I do.”

“Why...Why must you hurt yourself?”

“I am lucky, Aiona. Everyone turned out okay. Even Gid-...Him. The least I can do is give others closure.” He said looking down at the long long drop. “Even if it hurts.”

“You’ve helped enough. You can quit…”

“You know I cannot. We are stretched thin as it is. I can do this.”

“You don’t need to punish yourself.”

Zenith didn’t answer that time. Aiona sighed. “At least...at least take a break tonight. We can relax and sleep in for once. Just one day. For me?”

He couldn’t say no. Because in another universe she wouldn’t be here to even ask. “Okay. But I have to make a delivery first.”

That night, he delivers a Mark stored in a glass case to two guardians...and a child. Two guardians who now have to explain to a little boy why Daddy isn’t coming home. Zenith hates himself for giving it to them. But he knows that’s what they need. Closure.

One of them sobs on the spot as soon as they see him walking towards them. Probably hoping he’ll turn away. Or realize it’s a mistake. The Titan takes the case from him without a word. She hugs it to her chest with a force that makes Zenith think it might shatter. It doesn’t. And the Titan turns to the little boy. He doesn’t know what it is. Only that it makes people sad. But as he looks down through the glass, Zenith can see a bit of recognition in his eyes. “Daddy…”

Zenith turns away and forces himself to walk home. He doesn’t eat dinner that night. Barely sleeps either. But he lets Aiona rest her head in his lap anyway. Because she needs closure too.

There were so many people she must have known before Zenith. How many of them didn’t come back after the war? He forces himself not to think about it.

Zenith awoke later on to something small colliding with his chest and the sound of River screaming. He bolted up right to see her tiny ghost staring at him, chittering franticly as she zoomed out of the room and back in. She couldn't calm the exo was the only thing the awoken could think of. He charged out of his room, Aiona's door opening the same time as he shot past it.

"Zee whats happening?" Aiona asked, eyes wide with confusion. Earning no response from the Titan she quickly followed Zenith into River’s room. It was bad one this time. No that they weren’t all bad, but this time River was thrashing in her sheets as if in a desperate attempt to fight off an unseen enemy. The Exo’s claws ripping long gashes into the cloth.

Aiona and Zenith watched in utter horror they realized River was still asleep, her screaming starting to fill up with distortion and static. Zenith lept into action, managing to grab one of the exo's flailing arms. What he didn't expect was the still free one to slash him across the face. Small droplets of blood landed on River as Zenith nearly shouted as pain blossomed on his cheek. River's eyes blinked on. Her screaming was replaced with a startled gasp and frantic breathing. Confusion seemed to fill her facial plates as she proceeded what had just happened. It was the four small but jugged lines that made River realise what she'd done.

Zenith didn’t hold it against her though. She was young and traumatized. She didn’t know any better. And if he refused to let Kyo heal the scratches right after then that was his business. He couldn’t help it. Part of him hated the fact that he couldn’t give her closure.

Still though, tomorrow is another day. Another day of tears. Another day of forcing himself to eat breakfast. Another day of being a Collector...

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Caves of the Forgotten

…

“Unless you are ME, in MY position, don’t EVER try to tell ME how to FEEL.”

“I don’t run from my feelings, I get drunk and ignore them, like a normal person.”

…

‘Caves of the Forgotten

Is Back!’

The posters were up everywhere and the century odd long running show was back for yet another season, its hundredth, and the big kicker, you were coming back with it. Marya, the little girl, one of two children born and raised on the show. Decades until you reached your late teens you had been a part of it until you wanted to go to school. But that isn’t important, the degrees, the modeling, the movies and shows you had been a part of, to them you would always be precious perfect unpredictable Marya. Which was why this season was such a big deal. Your parents had moved on and eventually back to Valinor, though you felt you had to step back into this role after the personal hell your personal life had been lately. Just like the other stuff none of that mattered either because this was a new beginning, and with it came Korko back into your life.

Korko, played by the boy born and raised on the show Marya was destined to ebb and flow with for the rest of time. Always so adamant you hated one another, glares, faces made, tongues stuck out and yet as you grew into your teens it shifted that only Korko could ever make you angry. He was the one to throw your first bully into a locker, he was the one demanding none of the ‘hot’ guys he hung out with tried anything with you when he knew how they treated women. He was the one to set you up with your first real boyfriend, a great guy who ended up breaking your heart anyways and received a broken arm for it. He was the one in your final episodes that was racing to the airport on your gap year vacation before university to beat you there only to learn you had taken the train when the flights were grounded then flew off to a school halfway across the world leaving you both with so much left unspoken. The only thing being it hinted that your train crashed and his plane was picked up by a hurricane, a series of freak accidents taking out all the teenage cast in one full swoop.

But now, now the show would pick right back up in the Caves of the Forgotten, a series of islands connected by caves in a sort of sci-fi mystery kept for only your people to know, a ridiculous yet convincing enough explanation how the show could have tropical to winter scenes in any episode they wished regardless of the time of year. Right in the middle of the annual Parade of Swordfish, in honor of your founder’s crest, a boat washes ashore and when the ferry docks from Aquilonde the assumed lost generation are discovered and the return changes everything. It was meant to be a single season arc but honestly you didn’t care if you got pulled back into a decade long run, just as long as your Korko was there.

…

All you had to do was fly out to Lindon to sit for the convention where the show would be promoted and you would have your first press panel for it. Your characters weren’t that big on the show but your fan base was the largest as they’d seen you grow up in front of their eyes and loved you the longest. So just confirming your places on the cast had the convention booked to max. You’d kept up with everyone, maybe not in touch but had seen from afar what they had gotten up to and still you ached to see just how the always shirtless flexing teen had grown up. Clearly he had married and had a son according to his social pages yet as soon as that divorce was signed the rumors kicked right back up that it was to be with you and you were one big happy family again. Wishful thinking on their part, and yours, you were painfully and idiotically in love with him as kids and hated to leave but in the end it worked and now at least you could listen as the fans no doubt would ask if he might have possibly had a crush on you in return.

You hated flying private, if you were going to hurl yourself through the air in a tin can you needed some support, even if it came in silent company of strangers. First class was booked full, again, didn’t care cuz you preferred to be near the middle anyways. Entering your gate however a high pitched scream sent you wide eyed crashing into the chest of the talk figure to your right you had kept pace with absently since security. Even over your rock music you heard it and a joint removal of ear buds you blinked through the flashes as the red headed teen blurred out, “Marya! Korko!! I can’t believe we’re going to be flying together!!!”

At the same time in her squeeze between you your eyes met and bashful grins were eased up at her extending her camera phone as far as she could reach to snap the picture you both leaned in around her for. The crowd eventually waned in security coming to help move them along to where they were going. In a set of seats you both chatted catching up on old times until you were called to board, both chuckling at your place in the middle of the plane. An open mouthed stare from a pair of women watching as you both went to the rows around them more women realized who you were and a pair willingly offered to move so that you could sit together, all so certain that it was some computer error splitting you apart.

In your window seat you inhaled shakily and in a stolen glance at you his hand meshed with yours with fingers interlocking to help the both of you through your wariness on flying.

.

Surprisingly the flight went quickly yet by the time you had landed realizations that your hands were still locked came only when you went to grab your suitcases. A split set of cars left the crowds deciding that you had desperate carpet events explaining the split all heavily flooding the social pages. The convention went on and if they had hoped for reunions for the full cast they were disappointed. To please everyone and focus on each person for a decent amount you were set to groups that rotated around until finally you all found yourselves from the revolving doors and into the elevator heading up to your rooms to collapse onto your beds.

Only when you had walked into your assigned room your lips pursed at seeing Thranduil relaxing on the couch. At the door opening he had sat up and when he saw you his jaw dropped in seeing you look at the number on the key card sleeve and then step just out the door to look at the number making you huff.

“I must have gotten the wrong key…”

Wetting his lips hastily Thranduil stood shaking his head, “No, um,” your brows rose as the door closed behind you in your shifting the strap on your shoulder to your bag, “Well, it’s a suite. I wondered why I got bumped up. They must have seen the press or something, spare bed’s all yours.” He said pointing to the door on his left making you nod.

“Thank you.” You sighed out and turned to go put your things down with him following after you without any reason even for himself to explain it. Sitting on the foot of the bed you raised your leg and untied your boots you removed and set aside, “I can’t remember the last time one of my press events got a crowd like this.”

Lowly he chuckled watching you ease out of your jacket forcing himself not to stare at you while he missed you doing the same for him to keep things casual, “Well, we’re back, bigger than ever. Tons of drama.” You nodded and he said, “I was just about to order something, you can pick the show if you like.”

With a giggle you reached to your bag pulling out a box set of your seasons together making him laugh, “If you’re up for some cringing we can catch up. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the full episodes before.”

He nodded, “I do need to brush up. I got the details I just never got how everyone said there was so much tension when we rarely had scenes together in the end.”

You giggled again, “From what I’ve heard it had something to do with those tiny glowing frogs following us around.”

Chuckling in a shake of his head from the nonsensical reason he offered you his hand to help you up for the walk to the living room. It was a week long convention and from there you would fly out to the islands where you would film for the next six months.

.

Giggling to yourself with a cardboard box of take away in your hand you were curled up beside Thranduil’s former spot as he answered his son’s call between classes at his own university asking, “Have you asked her out yet? You’re all over the internet as a couple!”

Thranduil rolled his eyes then looked to you smirking at your full mouthed chewing giggle at the drama building in the episode playing after you both had gotten hooked onto the show yourselves. “Not yet, but I will. You focus on class.”

“Oh!!” You cried out at a slap sounding in the room making Thranduil tilt on his feet to see what he had missed, his mother slapping yours saying sarcastically after being accused of being too emotional, “I don’t run from my feelings, I get drunk and ignore them, like a normal person.” Jabbing at her alcohol problem.

To which your mother shouted back, “Unless you are ME, in MY position, don’t EVER try to tell ME how to FEEL.”

His mother rolled her eyes and delved into the world of mistakes her friend had made affecting everyone’s lives. The dramatic moment however ending when Marya and Korko team up to take down the kids from down the block bringing Thranduil back to your side grinning wildly after Legolas had to rush off to his next class. You had time to catch up finally, with the show and each other.

A flicker on of the timed lantern lights in the room came when a call came in on the room phone saying that a bad storm was rolling in on the final day of your trip that would be leaving you both stranded in this island city when the bridge was too dangerous to cross. Prepped generators got you through the worst of it in relatively few limitations and when it had passed it was just the task of waiting for the bridge to be cleared again when the waters receded. Though neither of you really minded having to wait, as by the time you had made it to set it wasn’t just fan fiction anymore, your real life coupling. Six months on a set might be hard but after binging all you had missed of the show you were eager to see just where Marya and Korko would be heading to next.

 All –

@himoverflowers​, @theincaprincess, @aspiringtranslator​, @sweeticedtea​, @ggbbhehe4455​, @thegreyberet​, @patanghill17​, @jesgisborne​, @curvestrology​, @alishlieb​, @jogregor​, @armitageadoration​, @fizzyxcustard​, @here2have-fun​, @lilith15000​, @marvels-ghost​, @catthefearless​, @imjusthereforthereads​, @c-s-stars​

Hobbit/LotR – @abiwim​, @jotink78​, @pastelhexmaniac​

X Thranduil - @evyiione​, @sweetlytenacious25​, @tigereyesf​, @pastelhexmaniac