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haven't even started writing this damn fic but I'm already scouring the playlist looking for fic titles
#none of that sappy cute stuff with like good lyrics in it#nope for some reason i am looking at dumpweed wondering if anything in there makes a good title#i already have one waterparks lyric im saving but i think ill save that for like. the third idea maybe?#considering my last fic title was just for the band name joke i gotta get more creative with the obscure music#if i search a song on youtube and there's about maximum 3 lyric videos none of which have 1M views-#then you Bet your ass it has a good fic title somewhere in there#guess im not titling my next fic another marianas trench song huh (<- doesmt wanna repeat songs from the same bands)
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Ok so, I shit u not, since u said I could pick who to talk about, I decided to use a number generator to pick for me and it picked my Kid Pirates OC LMAOOOO who was inspired by this, really fantastic fic by @standfucker (if I remember right the title is “Rotations” but don’t quote me on that)(also note that this is the crew I am the LEAST familiar with but the most FASCINATED by atm)
So, let’s get into Zella(he/she), my newest OC (like, literally came up with her in the last couple of weeks)! She is a 5’5”, 22-24 spunky lil shit from the West Blue, who loves her crew and ONLY them, fuck the rest of the world. He’s punk (ofc), usually sporting a cropped deep red and green leather jacket, long fingerless gloves, and black tank top and high waisted pants, with boots (a pair she’s had since before the Kid Pirates and would stab a bitch for as they were a gift). Short dark green hair, with two little white tufts that poke out in front of her ears and frame her face. (Im kinda shooting for like, a hummingbird kinda vibe for her, but not like “cute smol, wants some flowers” and more “I will stab u with my beak if u get near my flower” deal. A colorful chihuahua if u will)
Since Zella is so new I don’t have a lot aside from design vibes, but I have some key things
• as One Piece characters tend to have, his childhood? Fucked up. Got dragged around hopping island to island with their shitty parents until they finally abandoned him. He tried to find comfort and friendship with the local kids and it, didn’t go well. Let’s just say the fingerless gloves r there for more than fashion. Once she managed to leave THAT shitty place, Zella found an island home that, while on paper it’s not a good place, there were few people who actually took her in. Until that too was taken, resulting in Kid Pirate Zella.
• can and has climbed her crewmates like trees to get a better vantage point. It’s usually Wire or Killed, Kid in a knee-jerk reaction threw him overboard. Zella has not let him forget about it since.
• Has the filthiest mouth of my OCs, but is not immune to being flustered into place (which happens more often than she’d like)
• will pick the spiciest food and eat it with no reaction (Dive took a bite thinking she could handle it. She could not)
• very skilled at sewing and has helped her crew with fixing and customizing their clothes on many occasions. Do NOT touch her chaotic corner of supplies, she knows where everything is and somehow always knows if it’s been messed with. A l w a y s.
• has two tattoos (atm, may add more later), one in particular being an under chin tattoo of a red star/flower shaped pattern. Does not remember the night it happened, at all.
• always has a knife hidden somewhere on her person. Full body searched? HA u missed the one between her ass cheeks bitch
And that’s it for rn!!!! I have a lot more I want to develop and figure out for Zella, but I also have to get to know her crew first lmao thanks for letting me ramble!
Sincerely,
The 🌷
Holy shit - hey Zen - idk if the tag in an ask will ping you, but I'mma assume yes - Your one-shot birthed an OC for someone!!
And yeah, it's called Rotation - that one and Whiteout whew.
Anyway, we're talking about your Zella and I love him \o/ What you have so far is fantastic, and it's certainly enough for a full fledged OC, so I don't think you have to worry about that.
And it doesn't take much honestly, sometimes character creation is a long long process, and sometimes they come to us all at once. And sometimes real development happens in the parameters of a story, but you've got her down solid already. I love the bullets and the little personal bits here and there with the crew.
If you're fascinated with the Kid Pirate crew, I gotta make sure you're aware of @swampstew - she's got a Meet the Crew series, and yeah it's based on her head canon of them, but it's a great place to start in my opinion. (I imagine you are if you follow me, I love her Kid Pirate passion, and I bet if you're nice and ask for some head canons she'd share as much as me xD ❤️🥰)
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Hello!
Good day.
Requesting for a NSFW for Tom or Will pretty please 🥺
🔥 TOM'S GAME
S4 | Tom | 3500+ words | @mrsbsmooth
Playboy Tom is a last-minute addition to Love Island and has a bet running with his mates. He can fuck every girl in the villa without them finding out about each other.
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Note 1: This is not a fic for Tom stans. Tom is an asshole in this. I just really wanted to do something different for him.
Note 2: This fic (including its title) is influenced by Noah’s Game by SilentScreaming and King of the Castle by i_boop_you. I encourage you to read them!!
Tom had absolutely no idea what he was doing here. He’d never even heard of Love Island. Cuppy’s cousin owned the TV Network, and they needed a young, hot, bachelor who was available to go on a holiday the following day. Their other bombshell got caught drunk driving and clearly didn’t have the means to have it handled.
‘I need you to go and hang out with a group of sluts who’re as hot as they are stupid.’
All he’d have to do was lie around in the sun and drop a few hints about how unbelievably wealthy he was, and he’d be drowning in pussy.
‘Guaranteed’ Cuppy had promised.
‘Regular holiday, then.’ Tom had chuckled.
Cuppy had rolled his eyes. ‘Can you at least pretend to not be a complete piece of shit, though? Do the sweet-but-shy-rich-boy-looking-for-his-future-wife thing.’
Tom had laughed aloud. “Surely they’re not that stupid. I’ve used that… how many times now?”
“Don’t worry.” Cuppy had smirked “These girls will be so distracted by your wallet they’ll convince themselves you’re the love of their life.”
After Cuppy had explained the basic rules, the boys at the Club had found the idea of Tom falling in love and settling down so absolutely hysterical that they’d started putting money on how many of the dumb sluts he could fuck without any of the others finding out.
Toffs had bet him a quarter million he couldn’t fuck all of them.
He’d bet that he absolutely could.
But glancing around the room at the sleeping women in here…. Urgh.
The one with her hair wrapped up in a bonnet down the end was quite pretty, but none of them were like the photos Cuppy had shown him of some of the previous islanders. He wondered if any of these girls even took it in the ass.
But before he could ponder which one he’d fuck first, Tom heard soft footsteps from behind him.
The human embodiment of lust swayed its hips in his direction, wearing a silk nightie so thin he could already see her deliciously pinchable nipples through it.
She walked with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly how fucking delicious she was. Enormous, fake tits. A waist so tiny he could almost wrap both his hands around it. An ass he could see from the front.
Lord almighty, imagine what she looked like from behind.
But he knew her from somewhere. Had he fucked her before? No, god, he’d remember tits that size. No… She was one of the girls from the photos Cuppy had shown him.
A former islander!
Fuck, what was her fucking name?
She licked her huge, pouty lips when she saw him, clearly not even the slightest bit rattled by his sudden appearance. She flicked her long, red hair, and put her body so close to his that he could almost taste her deliciously trashy body spray. She made the whole room smell saccharine, like someone had vaguely tasted a boiled pineapple sweet and liked it so much they decided they wanted to taste of it from neck to cunt. She held out her hand, making him almost brush his hand against her tits as he lifted it, she was that close.
“First time being a bombshell?” she cooed
He smiled at her, unbelievably sweetly. “Oh, yes, and quite nervous about it. My goodness, you are just beautiful, though. I’m Tom.”
“Nice to meet you, Tom.”
“And you” he smiled, bringing her hand to his mouth, and kissing it gently.
Sex-on-legs raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow, running her tongue over perfect, sparkly veneered teeth.
“Such a gentleman”
“Oh, I don’t know about that, but I do try.”
He smiled, flashing his twenty thousand pound smile at her. He was perfectly happy for her to keep believing it for now.
She tapped her finger against the end of his nose, winking at him.
“Well, Tom, you look like you’re going to be a lot of fun”
****
She’d won the public vote, and now had her choice of islander to take into the hideaway for the night.
Whom would she take to the hideaway?
“Tom, you haven’t seen it yet, would you like to?” she said, peering over her sunglasses, her voice syrupy with feigned innocence.
All he’d had to do was drop ‘Beresford-King’ into the conversation and she was taking him to the hideaway. His family’s name was on enough fucking buildings across London that it was nice to know she could read, at the very least.
She’d known him for less than a day, and she was openly going to fuck him on National television. This fucking slut.
Gold diggers were always fun, though. Mention the yacht, and they’d welcome him with open arms. And open mouth. And open legs. But he was going to have to tone it down. Play nice, play it sweet. She needed to trust that he wasn’t going to fuck around on her if he was going to stay in long enough to win the bet.
Inexperienced, sweet, adorably nervous Tommy.
He rehearsed his lines in his head, with his ‘oh I’ve never tried it’-s and his ‘will you show me’-s.
She took his hand, leading him into the hideaway, and he let his hand shake a little in hers. He smiled at her demurely, trying to decide which set of lips he wanted to blow his load in first.
The producers filmed their reactions entering the hideaway for about half an hour before they eventually got the shot they wanted.
“Now Tom” one of the producers whispered, protectively. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Consent goes both ways, okay?”
Tom nodded, speaking softly enough to sound as if he was embarrassed. “Thank you. Thank you. Yes. I’m alright. It’s just a lot, all at once, isn’t it?”
He willed some of the blood that was already flooding his cock to move into his cheeks. His blood obeyed.
He always got his way.
*****
The door shut behind the producers, and Priya called him over to the bed. He sat down, playing up his nervousness, chewing his lip and wringing his hands.
“Golly, this is a lot, isn’t it?” He stuttered. “I didn’t expect to be in here so soon.”
She raised an eyebrow at him and then rolled her eyes. “You know there are no cameras in here, right?”
Tom nodded. “Yes, the producers mentioned. But that doesn’t mean anything has to happen. I’d really like to get to know you. I had such a wonderful time on our da-”
“Drop the act. I’m not fucking stupid.”
He looked at her, his mouth open slightly. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Tell me why you’re here. It’s certainly not for the 50k.”
“I’m here to find love. I’m quite shy, you see, so I don’t meet many wom-”
She laughed. “You’re joking, right? Shy boys take one look at these” She squeezed her giant tits “and look away, blushing like schoolgirls. They don’t start drooling.”
Tom almost smirked, but stopped himself just in time, averting his eyes. “Goodness me, I apologise. I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable?”
She glared at him. “Tell me why you’re here.”
“To find love!”
She curled her hand around the back of his head, pulled him in towards her, and kissed him.
She kissed the same way she looked. Sluttily. She didn’t kiss like someone who planned on ever falling in love. She was all moaning and tongue and stroking her sharp nails down the back of his neck. She was sex.
God, he loved it.
She broke apart, fluttering her long eyelashes at him. “Tell me why you’re here.”
“Oh my goodness, that kiss was incredible” he whispered, his sweetest saccharine gaze on her lips. “You’re really amazing”
She started on his buttons, and he kissed her, letting one hand sit awkwardly on her waist.
She pulled his shirt off him, and pressed her hand to his chest, pushing him back onto the bed. In seemingly just an instant, she had his belt off. She reached up above him, tying his arms to the bed in a double overhand knot.
“Oh my” he whispered, secretly sniggering to himself. Once again, shy, virginal, softboy was working.
She straddled him, kissing him harder and harder, staying agonisingly clothed, those deliciously huge breasts still entirely covered by the fabric. He could see her nipples straining at it, though.
God he couldn’t wait to pretend she was the first to do any of this.
Her long fingernails scratched his skin as she slowly undid his shorts, pulling them off him and dropping them off the side of the bed.
He was in his underwear, tied to the bed, and she was fully clothed. Normally he’d be the one stripping them off, possibly parading them around naked for a while while he watched, before barely even unbuckling his trousers while he fucked them. Most of them didn’t warrant the bother.
But he lay there, feigning a shiver, pretending this was the single most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. It wasn’t all that exciting to be letting her take control, but he needed someone to partner up with, and fast. For him to fuck every girl in the villa, he’d need the cover of being in a stable relationship. And he’d need to be with a girl that all the other girls hated.
And my, how the other girls seemed to hate her.
So he’d lie back, let himself come way too fast, and then pretend to be so shit at making her come that she’d just do it herself while he watched. But she had his underwear off and her hand wrapped around his cock before he even realised what was happening.
Then her mouth.
Her blowjob was perfection. Sloppy, deep. Cheeks tight. Dick-sucking lips. If they weren’t tied to the headboard, he imagined his hands would be resting comfortably behind his head.
This was definitely a good start to the holiday.
She was getting him closer and closer by the second, and he wondered whether he’d be able to get away with pulling away at the last second and ‘accidentally’ coming on her face.
His breath started to falter, but her rhythm stayed perfectly level. He started to build, and build, and then–
The bitch fucking stopped.
She leaned back, sitting completely up, away from his cock, which was throbbing at how close he was. “How was that, then?” She asked.
His mouth fell open slightly. “I was about to... Err… you know.”
“Oh yes, I do know” she smiled. “But you don’t get what you want until I get what I want.”
Oh shit, was he being kidnapped again?
“And what is it that you want, darling?” he panted.
“Tell me why you’re here.”
“I told you. I want to fall in love. Or at least have the opportunity to try”
She grabbed his balls, squeezing them just the tiniest bit too hard, and he winced.
“You’re as much here to find love as I am, Tommy.”
Well now, wasn’t this a nice turn of events? She’s playing the game! Which meant, though, that it was especially important not to trust her.
“You’re not here to find love? Oh, I’m sorry. I thought everyone was here to find love. I…”
“I know who you are. Your father’s one of my estate agency’s biggest commercial clients. And I know all about his playboy son. Tell me the fucking truth.”
“He must’ve been talking about my brother.”
“You don’t have a brother.”
She brought her lips back to his cock, and he was instantly fully hard again. But she only touched it with her breath, the warmth of her breath just away from his skin driving him wild. But then she squeezed his balls harder, digging her nails into them, making him hiss in pain.
“Darling, you’re hurting me.”
She smirked. “Oh, I can do so much worse than hurt you, darling.”
Her tongue darted from her lips, gently flicking his frenulum over and over, the wild sensitivity of it making his hips buck of their own accord. He tried pulling them back to escape the sensitivity, but she had him tied to the fucking bed.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
He was in quite a position of vulnerability here. “Are you going to let me come?”
“Are you going to tell me why you’re here?”
He gritted his teeth.
It’s basically just like edging, Tommy. You can do it. It’ll be worth it when she’s eventually not quick enough and you’ll come like a volcano all over her slut face.
Tom took a deep breath. “To find love”.
She chuckled. “Okay, then.”
It felt like she was teasing him for hours. He wasn’t sure how she kept heading him off. But she always knew precisely the moment to pull away so he’d fall a split-second short of the orgasm that kept escaping him.
Build, pull away. Build, pull away.
His entire body was shaking, his abs contorting, his arms aching from having them above his head for so long. He felt her hot mouth take him once again, her spit spilling out of it and dripping down his cock once again.
God she might give the best head he’d ev… no, don’t show it, don’t show it, don’t show it, oh my god, I’m finally going to–
“Fuck!” he shouted as she pulled away once again. He pulled against his belt in frustration, the leather hard against his wrists. This wasn’t even about the bet anymore. How fucking dare she? How dare she reduce him to this writhing mess, tied up like some kind of livestock?
“Tell me why you’re here.” She said, sternly.
“Fuck you” he hissed. “Fucking slut”
She smirked. “Oh good, you’re almost there.”
She brought her delicious, sopping wet mouth back to him, and she moved her tongue maybe once before he was right on the edge again. And she pulled away.
The frustration welled up in his chest, and he felt an odd feeling behind his eyes.
Was… was he fucking crying?
Oh my god, how fucking humiliating. He couldn’t fucking cry in front of her. He… he….
“Please” he whispered.
“Good boy” she chuckled. “Aren’t manners nice?”
“Fucking bitch”
She slapped his cock, making him cry out in pain. It was so sensitive, his balls so sore from the tension.
“It’s a bet” he gasped. “My friends bet me a quarter million I could get every girl in here to fuck me with none of them finding out about each other.”
She looked up at him, and raised an eyebrow at him. “And what, you assumed I’d be offended by that?”
He looked down at her, his naked body completely drenched in sweat. “I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.”
She smiled, and climbed up the bed slowly toward him. But then… kept going. She lifted her dress just enough, and planted her knees on either side of his head, but he couldn’t see anything.
All he could think about was if she was going to let him come after he did this. He would do anything if it meant she’d let him. He’d let her fuck him in the ass with a cucumber at family Christmas at this point. He’d let her have the money. It was never really about the money for him anyway. It was more just for fun. But god, if the money was what she wanted, she could have it.
His brain was in complete meltdown.
He looked up at her, begging her to sit on his face, and she did. He hadn’t gone down on a girl since he was a desperate teenager, but his sheer desperation seemed to be doing something for her. He worked his mouth furiously against her, straining his neck to make sure he could be exactly where she wanted him. She raked her fingers through his hair, pulling his head against her, rolling her hips against him. He was moaning against her, desperately willing her to come and, hoping and praying it would buy him some mercy.
She came with a gasp and a shudder, released his head, and rolled off him without a word. He’d never been so overwhelmed with joy at making a girl come. He’d make her come six more times if only she would let him come just this once.
But instead of grasping his cock and wrapping her mouth around it, she slid off the bed.
His heart started racing. “Wait… where are you going? What about me?”
“What about you?”
“You have to let me come!”
She flicked her hair, and bit her lip, “Now why on earth would I want to do that?”
His breathing was short, and jilted.
“You can’t be serious?” He felt the tears coming back. “Please. I told you what you wanted to know. Please”
She tapped one of her perfectly manicured fingers against her lips, pensively, as if considering whether or not she should.
“Beg for it”
With zero hesitation, he fucking begged for it.
“Please. Please. Oh my god, please. I’ll do anything. I’ll give you whatever you want. Please”
“Please what?” she hissed
“Please let me come”
She leaned down, the same, solitary finger tracing a line up his thigh. “Say my name”
“Priya” he yelled. “Priya, please. Please. Priya,”
“Tell me how much you want me”
“I want you so badly. I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as this. Please, Priya. I need you”
She smiled at him.
“Okay, Tom, here’s what’s going to happen. You clearly don’t need that money. But you do need someone in the villa who’s going to keep you safe. Be in a power couple with you. Feign ignorance. While secretly convincing every last one of those girls to fuck you. You said it yourself. You need me.”
“Yes.” he gasped. “I do. That’s what I need. I need you.”
“And you’re going to give me every last cent of that quarter million.”
Tom just nodded furiously. “Whatever you want.”
“And you’re going to be very, very nice to me while we’re in here. No more calling me names or degrading me. You’ll be a good boy. And you’ll say thank you every time I let you come.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll be so good and I’ll say thank you.”
“Good boy, Tommy.”
She reached behind her back, pulling at the zipper on her dress, and he practically groaned. Her enormous, perfect, round breasts were even more magnificent than he imagined. But he shook any thoughts of degrading her from his mind. He’d do anything she asked. He’d never wanted another woman in his life more than he wanted Priya right then.
She leaned down, running his cock between her tits. His mouth was open as wide as it could go as she pushed them together around his cock, fucking him with them. And he built once more. Closer and closer, closer and closer.
Oh my god, it was happening. She wasn’t stopping.
“Do we have a deal?” she whispered.
Tom’s entire body started lurching off the bed as he felt it. His entire brain went haywire, and every nerve and synapse fired in his body at once, electrocuting his muscles so severely that they cramped. The ecstasy of it made him throw his head back against the pillow, his shoulders aching as he strained against his own belt, moaning louder than he’d ever moaned. He felt himself coming before he actually came, his balls contracting so hard it made him cry out.
“Yes, yes, yes”
He felt Priya angle his cock upwards, and he practically saw god as he finally came. All he could feel was the rush of pleasure overtaking his body, the spring uncoiling inside him with such explosive force he thought he’d take the roof off. It pulsed out as she angled it over him, coming all over himself, but he barely cared in the moment. He was so desperate, so thankful, so relieved… so fucking relieved. He lay there, completely in silence, feeling like his entire body was melting into the floor. Every one of his muscles was loose. Like jelly. No. Like custard. He lay there, just trying to breathe for a second.
But then, he became aware of an odd, drying sensation. He felt a stickiness on his stomach. His chest. Up his neck. Up his cheek. Over one of his eyes.
Oh my god, it was on his face.
Priya stood, wordlessly untying the belt from the bedhead, allowing his shoulders to sink into the bed with the rest of him.
“Good. I’m glad we could come to an understanding”
Tom lay there, unsure of how he was supposed to move like this. Or whether he was allowed to. He waited for Priya to give him instructions.
“Tom?” she chuckled. “What do we say?”
“Thank you,” he whispered. He couldn’t believe he was thanking her for this. But it fell out of his mouth again as if he was still begging her for something. “Thank you”.
“Good Boy.” Priya hissed. “Now get up. You’ve got cum on your face, you fucking slut.”
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ALRIGHT YOU. I’ve got contingencies now. Hit me with Jagged loves Jagged or, if it’s been asked about already, Crayonarchy. I’m leaving “I Need Nipples” alone. I simply have to believe it’s been asked about before, or everyone’s off their rocker.
😂😂😂 to clarify: I told her I'd already answered about MegaMind and let her pick another. I think all of those are in the clear. 😂
(Cut for length~)
Jagged Loves Jagged is set during Heart Hunter and was sparked by that line where Heart Hunter said the only thing Jagged loved was himself/music/fans/fang. It's a little introspection on what Jagged actually loves (I have notes that it's a Rolling Stone fic and Jagged is emo that HH didn't realize he loves Penny).
He loved all those things, but when André and Audrey Bourgeois had been akumatized over a romantic relationship, he had figured he’d be safe. Hell, the first victim Heart Hunter had gone after had been the Dupain-Chengs! (Which…sucked, because they were totally rock-n-roll – he loved Tom, and Sabine could totally kick his ass – but he knew Ladybug would swing in eventually and save them. She wouldn’t let his favorite bakers down - and he bet she’d even do it before their kickass daughter found out!)
So he had figured he was good. He wasn’t in a relationship. He was Jagged Stone – he didn’t do relationships. Not since…not since…
Jagged Stone isn’t a very complicated man.
Jacob Stone was starting to wish he wasn’t, either.
It’s the memories that get you, in the end. And Jagged remembered well enough that momentary panic that had hit him as Heart Hunter’s eyes began to glow.
Pen, please be in another part of the hotel…
Crayonarchy is just notes. 😂 Quick had this idea of Luka needing a permission slip signed for school and Anarka telling him to just sign it for her, and he mutters that they're gonna catch him one day, and she comes back with "you've been signing for me for years HOW?" And it just kinda spiraled from there? 😂 Like none of the teachers ever question it because they all Know Anarka, and no one wants that battle. But the title goes back to the fact that Luka's been forging her signature since kindergarten, when he signed it in crayon and the teachers were just like "oh, Anarka".
I Need Nipples is - as promised - not at all what you were thinking I'm sure. It's baby bottle nipples. 😂 Fun story: on my mum's last power chair, the joystick cover popped off while she was in the hospital. They lost it somewhere. And I was up visiting her one day, staring at this little metal stick trying to figure out what we could use to fix it, when I realized hey what about baby bottle nipples? But what I actually shouted, right as a nurse I had never met before walked through the door, was: "...I NEED NIPPLES!" And she just stared at me before going: "I...don't think I can help with that." 😂
But it got me thinking about those Soulmate AUs where the first thing your soulmate says to you is tattooed on your arm? And what if that was the first thing Luka said to Marinette, so her whole life "I NEED NIPPLES" is stamped on her arm? And it turns out she's working at a pet store or something when this frantic, frazzled dude runs in and shouts "I NEED NIPPLES!" and she's too stunned because it has to be him what are the chances? (He's working at an animal rescue and needs the nipples for bottles for the baby animals, but y'know.)
It's still just notes, and I'm still not sure if it's just going to be their meeting or include meeting the parents (bc Tom and "so, nipples, son?" 😝) or whatnot, but yeah. Nipples. 😂
#wip ask game#wip hoard#wip dragon#miraculous ladybug#jagged stone#marinette dupain-cheng#luka couffaine#anarka couffaine#lukanette#lukanette endgame#endgame lukanette#soulmate au#I need to finish some of these damn 😂
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Bring Your Son to Work Day [WIP]
This was a snippet of a fic I never finished but I really liked the idea of. Enjoy.
“One request. I only had one request.” is what Buck wakes up to. Groaning at the sudden onslaught of pain somewhere in his torso as he moves his arm to rub at his eyes, Buck quickly aborts the movement. Right, broken ribs. Fun. And a mild concussion too if the pulsing bass line his brain is throbbing to seems to be any indication.
He suddenly realizes where he’s at. It’s not like he isn’t used to the familiar sterile scent of antiseptics, the too bright lights and the really awfully bland interior decoration.
One look at the bracelet wrapped around his wrist and yup, any doubts he has about where he’s at disappears. He’s at the hospital. AGAIN.
“-times do we have to hammer it in your head to be careful? Are you trying to gain a loyalty card to the hospital? Or are you just trying to send me to an early grave? Buck? BUCK. Oh my gosh. Are you even listening to me?” As Maddie’s speech reached a crescendo, so did her voice. Buck couldn’t mask the flinch he made at how her screeching made his headache even worse. “M’ddie k’p it d’wn. ‘cushn. Shhhh. Sleep time n’w.” He clumsily tried to cover her mouth. “Sorry. I forgot about your concussion,” Maddie whispered. “But no, no sleeping. You gotta answer some questions first.” “But m’tired,” he whined. “Promise m’kay. C’ncussion protocols l’ter.” “Sorry sweetie. You know the drill. Can’t escape protocols or what kind of a hospital would we be,” piped in a cheerful voice. Buck lazily turned his head to the side to see a smiling nurse dressed in colorful scrubs patiently standing on his bed side.
“Ugh fine.” Buck dutifully answered all his questions and the nurse patted him on the shoulder before leaving him with Maddie.
“C’n I go b’ck t’sleep now?”
“Fine. But you’re not off the hook.”
One week. He’d been on medical leave for a week and he was going out of his mind. At first his ribs hurt enough that he was happy enough to binge all the episodes of How It’s Made again. And then he started to feel better so he decided to do a thorough spring cleaning…which might not have been the best idea since it aggravated his ribs and pushed his recovery period from two weeks to three. Great. Nicely done, Buck. Now we have two weeks to kill…again. What was he supposed to do for the next fourteen days.
Eddie tried to help, sending Carla and Christopher his way after Zoom classes everyday before going back home for dinner; but that still left his mornings and evenings open and Buck was B O R E D.
So on day 12 out of 21 of his mandatory leave, Buck found himself lying on the floor by his dining table, after reorganizing his spice rack by color and shade, wondering if anyone had ever been committed to the psych ward for going insane out of boredom. He heard his phone ping quietly beside his head. Blindly grabbing it, Buck unlocked it to find a new message from Eddie.
Work Husband: Athena dropped by today and said that the LAPD was doing a special junior ride-along program for the kids this summer.
Think Christopher would be up for it?
Work Wife: Have you met your son? He’s gonna vibrate out of his seat when you tell him that he gets to help Athena catch the bad guys for a day.
If anyone’s reluctant, it would be you.
Work Husband: Fine. Maybe I’m the one with concerns.
Ride-alongs can be dangerous you know? We never know what kinds of scenes they’d be called to.
And it’s Christopher.
I want to keep encouraging his independence but…
Work Wife:I’m not an idiot, Eds. Don’t forget I was more concerned about summer camp than you.
I get it okay? But I’m also sure that they wouldn’t have opened up these junior ride-along slots if they didn’t modify the program to be child-safe.
Besides, you and I both know that Athena would make sure that Christopher rode with her.
And if that’s not possible, you can bet your ass she’s gonna threaten his partner within an inch of their life if a single hair on his head was harmed.
Work Husband: Did you have to send me a novel?
But fine, fine. I’ll talk to him about it at dinner tonight.
We’re still good to crash your place later?
Work Wife: Absolutely. Please take me out of my misery for a few hours.
Work Husband:Drama Queen. Take this time to find hobbies. Maybe take up knitting or something.
Work Wife:I tried that when I hurt my leg, remember? Ended up spraining my fingers and almost stabbing myself with the needle.
Work Husband: What am I going to do with you, Evan William Buckley?
Work Wife: Go back to work, Eds.
And don't middle name me, Jose Edmundo Santiago Diaz Y Åström.
Work Husband: How did you even find that out?
It was abuela wasn't it?
Stop turning my own familia against me.
Gotta go. Just got a call.
Shaking his head in exasperation, Buck reconsidered knitting. It would be fun to prove to Eddie that he wasn’t completely a disaster. Scrolling back up the chat, he tried to imagine Christopher in a ride along and couldn’t stop the smile growing on his face. He just knew Christopher was going to love the experience. Maddie did when she went with Athena. A ride-along. Huh. That’s not such a bad idea. He’d be in the cruiser all day, have an experienced police officer with him at all times. He’d get to see a different side to the calls they responded to, maybe even fulfill his fantasies of solving a crime. That should cure his boredom.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Buck picked himself up of the floor and practically skipped to his laptop to download the ride-along forms. This was going to be great. ——— This was going to be a disaster, Athena thought, staring in horror at the form that was dropped onto her desk. There, mocking her was the title “Ride Along Request Form” and right below it, “Evan Buckley”. There was no way she was going to let Buck do a ride-along. “There’s no way I’m letting Buckley do a ride-along,” Athena immediately told the program head. “Boy gets into enough trouble as is, and has a vigilante streak too. There’s no way I’m bringing a danger magnet along with me.” “I just thought that you’d prefer to take him since he’s from your husband’s firehouse. But I can pass it along to Mercado. He hasn’t had a ride-along in a while.” “Oh hell no. My problem isn’t who he’s riding along with. It’s the fact that he’s doing a ride along. If this is really happening then he’s riding with me. God knows that I’m our best chance of keeping Evan Buckley in one, non-law-breaking piece.” “Great!” Sergeant Choi chirped. “He rides with you tomorrow.” Great. Looks like tomorrow’s going to be a “Bring Her Son to Work” Day. “The Lord have mercy on us all.”
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FIC: Waylaid (Bakugo x Reader; smut)
DISCLAIMER: Usual ownership disclaimers apply. Characters that are underage/minors in canon are aged up in my work by default. TITLE: Waylaid PAIRING: Pro-hero!Katsuki Bakugo x non-hero!Reader (female) RATING: Hard R for smut WARNINGS: smut, swears, some name-calling
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Anytime you're in trouble, he always seems to be around. And anytime he's around, you always seem to be in trouble.
“We can’t keep meeting like this, little girl.”
He has you pinned against a cold wall in the far corner of some nondescript alley, one both of you know well; it’s on your route home from work everyday, and no matter how many times he’s told you to switch up your travel every now and again to deter any potential ne’er-do-wells, you’ve always liked the comfort and security of routine. Which gives him a perfect excuse for a bit of disruption every now and then.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were doing this on purpose,” he remarks, the smirk on his face evident in his low, dark tone, “Want something from me, do ya?”
His hands are starting to roam along practiced paths of their own across your body; you know what he’s looking for, and he knows where to find it. Your body responds before your brain really can, pushing slightly back against him, less in protest and more in offering.
“I can’t help it that you’re always there to get me out of trouble,” you say, his breath soft and warm on your nape.
You hear him snort, then feel his hips give enough of a grind against you for you to feel him. “Who said anything about getting you out of trouble, missy?” he retorts.
“I-” you start to reply, but the bite he lands on your shoulder genuinely catches you off guard, and whatever answer you have dissolves into a sharp gasp as he pushes you even more flush against the wall.
“I am trouble,” he whispers hoarsely into the shell of your ear, “But you already knew that.”
With one quick motion, he jerks and grabs until he’s flipped you around, your hands planted on the wall as he pulls your ass flush against his hardness as he grinds his hips against you. You let out a tiny whimper, and it elicits a singular gruff chuckle from him.
“Or maybe you’re trouble,” he laughs, “And since I’m the hero, guess that means I should do my job and...take care of trouble.”
His other hand slips beneath your blouse, closing around one breast and squeezing greedily. He continues to slow-grind against you, and you can’t help but push back against him and give him more of your body to use.
“You’re such a little brat,” he chuckles, low and deep in his throat, “Always acting like you’re so sweet and so innocent...but then I get you alone and you react like this…”
The fingers between your thighs press harder, almost as if he’s trying to punch a hole through your clothes and into you through sheer force.
“You’re not even the least bit sorry, are you, taking up my precious time like this?” he continues, his hands working harder, faster, drawing out lewd sounds from you that you’re trying your damnedest best to hold back, “I could be fighting villains, kicking someone’s ass, but instead I’m here with you, rock hard and needing to fuck your brains out. You proud of yourself, little girl?”
Abandoning all pretense of teasing, or perhaps giving in to his own impatience, his fingers push cloth aside until he has two fingers inside you, rubbing and curling slowly, making sure to reach every part of you he can that he knows is sensitive as hell. He has the audacity to laugh when a moan you couldn’t hold back escapes your lips.
"You're a greedy little bitch, huh? You want my cock that badly?” he taunts, fingers pressing and pushing harder as the hand in your blouse pulls until your breast is free of your bra, “You want me to just shove it in here, in this wet pussy, make you cry out for the entire street to hear how good you're getting fucked by the soon-to-be number one hero?”
His hand leaves your breast with one final pinch on your nipple, and then you hear him undoing buckles and zippers, all with one hand while the other stays busy in your cunt, scissoring just to give you that sting that's just this side of too much while not being enough at the same time. You think you’re begging breathlessly for...something, you’re not even sure what at this point, you just need. You just need. And he can tell.
"You're such a bratty little fuck. And you're so nasty,” he scoffs, but you know he doesn’t mean it, not really, “Getting this fucking wet. What if someone comes by, huh? You want someone to see you getting your dripping cunt stuffed? Bet you'd love to get caught, you freaky little bitch."
He pulls and pushes at your clothes just enough to gain what access he needs. He nudges your knees apart as far as they can go considering you still have clothes on. You can feel his hot, hard dick along the length of your entrance.
"Say it. Say you want me to fuck you."
You can't, at first, all you manage is a little whimper. So he slaps your ass hard, and the clap of it seems to bounce and echo around the alley just a little too loudly.
"Say. it."
The danger in his tone sends a pleasant chill down your spine to fuel the building fire in your belly. It’s more than enough to get you to comply and play his favorite little game.
"Fuck me, Katsuki. Please."
He lets out a little chuckle again. "Cute. But trouble doesn’t beg, trouble doesn’t get to. It just gets taken care of."
And he sheaths himself inside you in one slick motion that has you gasping and shuddering, almost trying to draw away from him for a split second, but he presses you into the wall, groaning low against the shell of your ear. Your fingers scramble for purchase along the ungiving concrete as he bottoms out with a hissed out “Fuck,” but things have only just begun. He pulls almost all the way out, only to thrust back in roughly again, nearly to the hilt, and you let out a full-bodied moan that has him growling behind clenched teeth.
"You want this? Huh, little girl?" He punctuates his question with another sharp thrust that startles a reply out of you.
“Yes. Yes.”
“So say it.”
“Please fuck me.”
He responds with another rough thrust that has you trying to dig your fingers into the wall for support.
“Say it again,” he demands, breath hot on your nape.
“Please, Katsuki, please fuck me.”
Another harsh shove, followed by a harsh grunt from somewhere deep in his stomach.
“Again.”
"Fuck me. Fuck me."
And you understand what he wants. Despite saying you don’t get to beg, he wants you to beg, and he answers your every plea with a snap of his hips, until you can barely keep up and he's pistoning into you, fingers deep in the flesh of your hips and ass. When your moaning starts to get louder, he claps a hand over your mouth and pulls you up against him, licking at the shell of your ear.
"Bounce that ass back on me,” he demands, breath short, voice gruff, “come on, little slut."
And you do, almost without thinking; You match his pace and cry out into the palm of his hand. He bucks up into you as you come down on his cock, all while he grunts and groans and moans right into your ear.
"This feels so fucking good,” he says, hands on either side of you as he pulls you back onto his erection, “Your pussy's so nice and wet for me, baby. I could ram you all day, fucking come inside you over and over. God, I fucking want that. Wanna feel you coming with my dick all the fucking way up inside you."
The way he spells it out makes your knees weak, and you lose your balance a little, falling forward onto the wall. He follows you, pressing himself against and into you even more. He pushes his cock all the way into you again and keeps it there until you’re mewling at the slight stretch and the deliciously odd feeling of being full. He laughs against your ear as he picks his pace back up, his moans nearly matching yours even as they come out more and more staccato and pitching slightly higher.
It doesn’t take much longer before you’re close to release, and you need it, you need to come, he can’t make you feel this good and not let you come. One of your hands drifts downwards, towards your clit, but he lets go of you long enough to bat it away.
"No,” he growls, and there’s that danger again that has you shuddering and arching back into him, “You're gonna come because I make you come, you understand? You're gonna come because of me."
You whimper in protest, but you’ve misunderstood what he means. He grabs you for a quick, hard kiss, then pushes two fingers past your lips. His eyes never leave your face as you lick them and suck them, and all the while his hips don’t stop moving; You’re sure some part of you will be scratched up and bleeding a little before he lets you go.
Before you can really enjoy the sensation of his fingers in your mouth, he pulls them out, and then his hand has replaced yours where he pushed it away, rubbing and prodding demandingly. The curse you let out is just a little too loud, and you swear you can hear a slight echo of it bounce off the walls around you.
"You wanna come, slut? You want me to make you come?” he asks tauntingly, and any reply you can give him only comes out as little wisps of breath, “How much more of my cock can you take? Or maybe i'll just come inside you and leave, and you'll have to wait for me to come home later to finish you off."
“No! Katsuki, please-” You plead desperately. It’s the type of thing he’d do. He’s done it before; He'd made you promise not to finish the job yourself, and though it had taken so much of your willpower, you'd managed it, and he'd rewarded you with two orgasms then, one with his mouth and one with his cock. You’re not sure you could manage that again, not when it’s this good and you’re this close, and you can tell he is too.
“Fuck it, i cant wait that long either,” he says with a slight chuckle, “Need you to come hard on me, you sexy little bitch.” He adjusts just a little, finding that perfect angle that has you crying out his name in a punched-out moan. “Come on. Come for me so I can come so fucking deep inside you, you won’t be walking right for days. Come on, baby girl, come on. Come, you little cockslut.”
It's a few more seconds before you do, and the little bastard moves his hand away from your mouth when you moan out your pleasure, but you can't stop it now. He wants to hear you come, and he's going to make everyone hear it too.
He whispers tiny little praises in your ear as he toys with your clit in an effort to prolong your orgasm to the point of painful oversensitivity. He doesn’t stop until your knees go weak and you try to pull his hand away.
You hear more than feel him come, because he muffles his sounds on your shoulder, his hips bucking staccato as the shocks of it run through him. His hands wander your body, squeezing your breasts over the top of your clothes and pulling and pushing at your ass cheeks before giving your butt another sharp slap.
“You nasty little cunt,” he chuckles as he pulls out of you and quickly pulls your underwear back into place, less threat and danger now and more affectionate, “That hot pussy of yours is gonna get me in trouble one of these days.”
“I'm surprised it hasn't yet,” you shoot back, pushing back against him just a little to tease him. You're rewarded with a quiet growl, a mix of lingering arousal and annoyance.
“You really oughta stay off of the streets or out of my way,” he says.
“That's not a very heroic thing to say.”
“Tch. Whatever.”
He rights himself wordlessly, and you do the same, but you can feel and hear the slight squelch between your legs, too telling of what's just happened here.
“I'm serious though,” he says, back turned to you, and he does sound serious, “Try to stay away from trouble. It's all fun and games when I’m around coz I can’t help but keep an eye on you, but one of these days, something might happen and I might not be around.”
“I'm sure I can take care of myself,” you reassure him, “Besides, I'm sure there are plenty of other heroes who could help take care of things.”
You practically hear the vein pop in his head. “The hell's that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing,” you giggle, “Well...see you home, I guess.”
You start to leave, but then he grabs your arm and pulls you back, and then he's kissing you honestly and earnestly and sincerely, in that very Bakugo way of his.
“I mean it,” he says “Stay out of trouble.”
And then he's gone again, off to be a hero, and you're standing there in the alleyway, flushed from the kiss more than the sex, and wondering what he might like for dinner later.
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WiP List (all unpublished)
So, I am 2 fics away from having published 100 fics for the Witcher game ‘verse! And I feel like my 100th fic should be special, so uh... vote on which WiP you’d like me to prioritize, I guess?
Putting the WiPs under a cut because... there’s a lot.
Forgive my working titles pls. I do not try hard with them.
Mostly Porny Fics
Piss fic - Iorveth gets a blowjob before he can mention that he could stand to use the chamber pot. After he comes over Roche’s face, Roche refuses to move - so Iorveth pisses on his crotch.
Cum Dumpster Roche - Emhyr sends Roche to an ‘elven peace conference’ which turns out to actually be an elven ritual involving a gangbang. Where he’s the ‘sacrifice’. He is surprisingly okay with this.
Possessiveness - this one actually could have the beginning published if I can think of a title. It’s essentially about Iorveth feeling very proprietary over HIS dh’oine and Roche... kind of liking that. Also scent marking during their second ever meeting lmao
Dream: Pleasure Slave - Roche has dreams about Iorveth where his only purpose is to bring Iorveth pleasure and show off how good he is for Iorveth.
Roche wears a collar - Iorveth really, really wants to see Roche in his collar, but he knows that will never happen. Doesn’t stop him from custom making a collar just for Roche - and then, serendipidously, he captures Roche and gets to put it on him. But surely Roche isn’t STILL wearing it... right? (he totes is)
Tonguefucking the dick - the premise here is that Foltest really liked stretching Roche as far as he could. Which has left Roche with holes that are... not able to go back to ‘normal’. Iorveth just wants to know when he can suck Roche’s cock.
Beltane - started the day after Beltane, because I’m me. This is an established relationship fic where Iorveth wants to celebrate with Roche - so he brings Roche to an elven ceremony. He forgets to mention the whole getting married and fucking in public bit tho.
Foltest Shows Off His Whore (And Iorveth Steals Him) - the Scoia’tael come to Vizima to negotiate a peace treaty. As a show of power, Foltest has Roche serving as his cockwarmer, completely naked. Iorveth cannot take his eyes off of Roche and when Foltest offers his whore to them... well, how can he refuse?
Cock worship - aka Iorveth is a lil obsessed with Roche’s dick. Haven’t actually decided if this is gonna be a slow burn with relationship development or go straight into porn. So uh... opinions requested?
Mersquid Iorveth Porny Porn - When Iorveth isn’t present during a fight, Roche goes to the cove where they’ve been secretly meeting and teaching each other shit. Only to find Iorveth in heat. Obviously he can’t just leave his enemy, so...
Oblivious Roche - Iorveth is trying VERY, very hard to woo Roche, but the idiot is absolutely oblivious to these things. So Iorveth decides to get naked with candles and rose petals around and wait for Roche to come and finally take him. Roche is just very, very confused.
Old Men in Vergen - Roche, exhausted from training his soldiers in Velen, goes to Vergen to rest and recover with his lover. Iorveth just wants Roche to fucking eat a real meal before they bone until they can’t anymore.
Sequel to Never Have I Ever - Iorveth decides that Roche’s drunken confessions deserve reciprocity.
Iorveth Gangbang - Roche manages a scene where Iorveth is tied up in the Blue Stripes camp and they take him apart.
Post-coital after first time - post-W2, Iorveth has decided to start over in a town where he’s a little less notorious. When he decides to stop by the tavern, he happens to discover Roche, drunk off his ass. Obviously this leads to dares and blowjobs.
Hands - Iorveth and Geralt have a thing for Roche’s hands and spend a lot of time oogling and fantacisizng about them. Roche discovers this when he ‘accidentally’ walks in on Iorveth fingering Geralt in Corvo Bianco.
Post-coital smoke - Iorveth admires his lover while smoking after a number of sessions. Then Roche steals his pipe and they start a new session.
Wrestling for Who Tops - Iorveth and Roche are at a fancy party and duck out in to the garden for some fun. Featuring plugs, breathplay, and dirty talk.
Impact Play - established relationship, Iorveth ties Roche up to have fun with him.
A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes - In Witcher 2, Iorveth accompanies Geralt to find a harpy dream powerful enough to save Saskia. They accidentally end up witnessing Roche’s dream - where he is DP’d by Geralt and Iorveth. Then they work on making it come true.
Private Time - Roche masturbates and fantacizes about Iorveth and Geralt.
Inexperienced Iorveth - PWP where Roche instructs Iorveth on how to get him off. Iorveth mostly follows the instructions... with a few additions.
Iorveth tittyfucking Roche - p much what it sounds like. Iorveth has a fascination with Roche’s chest. Roche is more than okay with this.
Want Me To Sit In Your Lap? - based on Geralt literally saying this to Roche 2 seconds after meeting him, this fic is post-W2 where Geralt DOES sit in Roche’s lap (and on his cock) while Triss and Ves get to know each other.
Foltest/Roche –> Iorveth/Roche - this is a fic I’m writing with @multifangirl69 where Foltest ties Roche up until he’s immobile, then fucks him. Then the Scoia’tael attack and Foltest and his guard end up retreating... without Roche. So Iorveth walks into the King’s tent to find Roche tied up and ready to be fucked.
Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain - the magic of the forest is feeling playful and teases Iorveth with the idea of being filled all day long. So when he finally gets to meet up with Roche, he’s eager to get filled - and the magic of the forest has a nice surprise to help fill him. (the surprise is vine tentacles)
Pregnancy Prompts pron pls? - pre-pregnancy but in the same universe with trans Roche, Iorveth reflects on how much he loves his partner. And decides to show that love by sucking his dick.
Age Kink (which I may have misunderstood) - Iorveth and Roche find themselves captured and locked up together with no sign of their captor.
Eskel/Lambert - When Eskel and Lambert get into a fight over gwent of all things, Eskel accidentally uses axii on Lambert. Lambert wants him to do it again.
5 Signs: Sex Magic - Eskel ends up demonstrating how igni can be used in sex for Lambert and Geralt. Naturally this leads to a bet on who can most effectively use all of the signs during sex.
“If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?” - Roche and Iorveth find themselves trapped in a dream world and struggle to find a way to wake up.
“You were almost dead from pushing it too far!” - Roche has a heart attack during a skirmish with the Scoia’tael. Only elven medicine is able to save him.
Plot-driven Fics
Language Aphasia/Deal with the Devil - Roche makes the mistake of wishing that he could “understand Iorveth” in the company of one Gaunter O’Dimm. Then he wakes up as Iorveth’s prisoner and for some reason, he can only understand Elder.
Life Debt AKA Iorveth is an Asshole - When Roche and his men rescue the prisoners of a slavery ring they’ve busted up, they discover one elf has been... pretty badly treated. Somehow this leads to Iorveth learning to walk with arm braces and hanging out in the Temerian camp in Velen, criticizing Roche’s training techniques.
Firebreathing - PT knows how to breathe fire. Iorveth is NOT prepared to discover that humanity has these skills and the idiocy to actually use them.
Sequel to A Heart’s Fire - Cerys is sick of Iorveth’s moping so she comes up with a business reason to go to Hindersfjall, where Roche is visiting Shorty’s family.
Wedding Buddies - Roche’s mom makes him accompany her to a wedding that happens to be for a close friend who is an elf. Roche was definitely not expecting to run into Iorveth here of all places.
Angst: Sex Object Roche - Iorveth notices that whenever they flirt, Roche backs off and then hurts himself afterwards. Iorveth is not okay with this and refuses to be a blade for Roche to cut himself against.
Midwinter Feast - Foltest treats with a nonhuman delegation while they are all locked inside the palace for the 7 day feast. Iorveth is one of the representatives and decides to have fun messing with Roche.
Solstice Feast - okay, this was actually supposed to be an xmas present for @lutes-and-dandelions, but uh... I got stuck. But this fic and its sequel are post-W3 where Emhyr hosts a big Solstice Feast and Roche and Iorveth end up ducking out and doing their own thing. Namely: drinking.
Lily Preserved in Amber - the premise is that in an elven coming of age ceremony, Iorveth finds ‘a sign of what’s to come’ in the form of a lily preserved in amber. Later, he realizes that this represents Roche.
Based on @moonlights-ordinance‘s art - Working under Nilfgaard, Iorveth and Roche have THE most uncomfortable desk chairs, ones with no backs. This eventually leads to them using each other as back rests and, of course, cuddling.
Roche’s Scars - this is a 6-part fic all about Roche’s scars: how he gets them, why he hides them, how he (and Iorveth) learn to accept them. Plus some scar worship, of course.
Casefic/Undercover Dubious Consent - In order to break up a slavery ring, Iorveth goes undercover as Roche’s ‘pet’. This requires them trusting each other an awful lot and also, Iorveth is a little worried about how much he likes wearing Roche’s collar.
Sequel to Red is the Rose - as Iorveth and Roche journey to Kaer Morhen to help Geralt, they slowly figure out how their relationship works - and how to move it forward.
Curse Breaking - Roche finds Iorveth in an abandoned Scoia’tael camp, slowly dying from a curse. Roche manages to cure Iorveth and then decides to help Iorveth rescue the rest of his Scoia’tael from a mage. With a little help from Triss, of course.
Bloodplay - Roche begins to hunt the Scoia’tael and has a very strangely arousing encounter with Iorveth.
Fake Relationship - Iorveth and Roche team up to investigate a couple’s resort where both Temerian soldiers and Scoia’tael have gone missing.
An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it - Roche dreams of Iorveth watching over him in his sleep.
An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose - when a mine collapses in Vergen, Roche is thought dead for a period of time until he is rescued. Iorveth knows they’ve always agreed not to pursue anything with their flirting, but he HAS to know that Roche is okay.
Heavy Be The Head - Roche is stuck running Temeria post-W3 and he despises it more than anything. Fortunately, Iorveth shows up with a proposition: to go kill war criminals together. How can Roche say no?
Pre-W2 Ambassadorial AU - Temeria welcomes the first elven ambassador in a long, long time. Triss decides to be friendly and drags Roche along for the ride.
Stubbornness and Self Care - The Scoia’tael come to Vizima to negotiate a treaty with King Foltest. Iorveth is trying very, very hard to represent his people, but his migraine is unbelievably bad. Fortunately, Roche manages to convince him to rest and have someone else stand in for him.
Pregnancy Prompts Iorveth tells everyone - Iorveth is very, very excited to be trying for a baby and tells LITERALLY everyone he can.
Pregnancy Prompts Philippa POV - post-W2, Philippa decides to return to Vergen and try her luck. Saskia decides to give her a second chance, which many, many people disapprove of.
Temerian Civil War (A Single Spark) - when Foltest sets Iorveth’s forest on fire, he creates a scism in Temerian politics. Suddenly, three factions are vying for control: the Loyalists, the Pragmatists, and the Unified Temerians.
Identity Porn - As the Scoia’tael begin to emerge as a threat, Roche is sent to investigate them. This leads to meeting an elf in the Flotsam inn and starting a relationship with him. Except neither know who the other really is.
Letters - Roche is running Temeria and hating it when he starts receiving letters from Iorveth. He has no way to send letters in return, but he finds he enjoys seeing Iorveth’s thoughts and ramblings as the elf turns into a street musician.
Dijkstra + Roche 1 - Dijkstra notices how fucked up the dynamic between Foltest and Roche is and is reminded of his own history with Vizimir. Then he decides to teach his Temerian counterpart some self-respect.
Dijkstra + Roche 2 - Roche is captured by Redania as an unnamed spy. He’s caught Dijkstra’s attention because he hasn’t told them anything at all, not even his name. They only know he’s Temerian because of his tattoos. So Dijkstra decides that the way to break this man is through converstaions, over which they slowly develop a grudging respect for each other.
Holy shit. This is not even all of my WiPs, guys. What the fuck am I doing!??!
Anyway, please let me know: which 2 fics should I prioritize working on so that they can be published to hit that 100 round number?
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Marry me (Ethan Ramsey x MC)
Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC
A/N: Hello, hello, hello! Are you guys good? Are you kicking ass or are you kicking ass? It's part 2 time (I really went in and spoiled the hell out of it with the title, didn’t I? :D). I had to rewrite it because my dumbass of a memory forgot that I already mentioned a few things that went down or are a part of this fic, so naturally, I had to go back and change things up a bit.
I’d like to take this time to also say that
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“I should probably warn you that my family is almost certainly waiting for us.” She spoke up after he turned the radio off, deciding that he wouldn’t stand any more of the songs. He smiled at her, completely unaware of what she meant.
“I would expect that, since we are pretty late.” He swiped his index finger along the line of her cheekbone, caressing her skin tenderly. She burst out laughing, her shoulders shaking as she drove into a narrow pathway in the woods.
“I didn’t phrase that correctly, let me try again. They’re standing by the window, watching the driveway for when we arrive. I can also bet you that my uncle has binoculars in his hand and my cousin has a bottle of whiskey on the table already.” She giggled, focusing fully on the road ahead of them. Slowly, a house came into the view, light flowing from the windows and illuminating the front porch.
Just like she predicted, right there, in the window of the living room, she spotted three people. Then five. Someone was jumping behind the little crowd that with every passing second was becoming not so little, new faces appearing every time she blinked.
“Exactly how many people should I expect to tackle me? I swear to god, they are multiplying.” He muttered under his breath, exhaling deeply when she turned the engine off.
“When I was leaving, there were five people in the house. As you can clearly see, that’s not the case anymore. Don’t worry though, they’re not going to kill you.”
“That’s not very comforting, you know.” He admitted, turning to look at her. Her eyes were already roaming his face, concern and pure, unconditional love. She reached out with her hand, ruffling his hair slightly.
“I love you, and so do they. Even if they don’t know it yet.” She whispered, pulling him into a lingering kiss that left him just a bit lightheaded. His hands flew to her sides, massaging her skin slowly, praying that her family couldn’t see them through the darkness of the night.
After a while, he nodded and got out of the car, rushing to her side. Wanting to humor him, she waited for him to open her door, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek as she murmured a teasing ‘thank you’.
Before they could even think about getting his suitcase out of the car, the front door flew open and a little girl began running towards Claire at full speed. She leaned down, catching and twirling her in the air as they both laughed.
“You’re back!” the little girl exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Claire’s neck in a vice-like grip. She ruffled the brown hair on her little head, nodding.
“Sorry it took us so long, the rain was awful. That reminds me, where is your coat, young lady? You’re going to get sick.” The blonde apologized, pulling her own jacket away from her body and wrapping it around them both so neither of them got cold.
“That’s okay, you’re a doctor!” then her attention shifted onto Ethan, who eyed both girls with a blank expression that Claire saw right through. There was panic in his eyes, she knew that look of his well. Trying to ease his nerves, she smiled at him encouragingly. “Are you a doctor too?”
“I am, yes.” He answered, trying to keep his voice from shaking. The girl nodded, looking between him and Claire for a short while before asking.
“Are you going to get married?”
The silence that followed was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. His eyes widened, blood rushed to his cheeks, making him as red as a tomato and Claire just laughed.
“Lara, you better run to your mother before I tickle you.” she whispered, letting her stand on her own to the ground, and as soon as her feet touched the grass, the girl ran away with a scream. Claire looked back at Ethan, noticing how he was about to suffocate from holding his breath. “Hey, calm down. She’s not going to make you propose tonight, she’s just at that age. If she hadn’t asked now, and she saw us kissing later, she might have thought we were already married.”
He let out the air from his lungs, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her to his side, his lips brushing against her hairline.
“Claire, come on! Don’t freeze the guy!” a male voice called from the porch, making their head snap towards the sound.
“Will, don’t you want to see if you’re not somewhere else?” she shot back, shaking her head. Ethan already knew that she was talking to her brother, since they met before, but it was only a few people that he knew in a sea of people that were yet to make up an opinion about him.
Will ran up to them, tackling Ethan with a hug, slapping his hand against his back. A relieved laugh escaped the older doctor, his nerves easing a bit. Claire’s brother took care of Ethan’s suitcase, carrying it into the house while Claire wrapped her hand around her boyfriend’s arm, squeezing gently.
They got hit with a wave of warmth as soon as they stepped through the threshold. It was eerily quiet for just a moment. Claire’s hold on him tightened, hoping to let him wordlessly know that it would be okay. Then, the door shut behind them, and it was like a spell being broken.
Excited cheers erupted from every direction, a dozen of people jumping to their side and pulling them into tight hugs. Ethan hadn’t expected to be welcomed so warmly, with such openness. Like they already knew him, accepted him into their family. He caught Claire’s eyes as he passed her to reach her Mom, and she winked at him, almost like she wanted to say ‘I told you so’.
Turns out, she was right about more than him being accepted and them waiting for them in the window. When Will led him to the living room, he saw binoculars on the table, and a bottle of aged whiskey, along with a couple of glasses next to it. Looking back into the kitchen, he saw his girlfriend being handed a glass of wine by her sister, Louise.
“It’s not that I want to tease you about it, but I’m going to tease you about it. I have never, in my entire life, seen anyone more in love with someone than you two. It’s poetic, really.” Will grinned widely, watching how Ethan shifted in his seat. It was at this point that they were joined by Claire and Will’s Father, Ryan, and Daniel, their uncle. The four men sat on the couch, nursing their drinks and talking quietly.
“Dad, I’m going to put you on the spot. What do you think about Ethan here?” Will spoke up again, leaning back with satisfaction. He was met with a stern look from his father and a laughter followed by a clap from his uncle.
“William, that is not polite. But regardless…” Ryan scolded his son, then turned to face Ethan. “I want you to know that I’ve never seen her so happy before. You’re a good man, Ethan, I’m glad she has you. Hell, you could say you want to marry her right now and I would give you my blessing, right here, right now.”
Blood drained from his face at yet another mention of marriage. He gripped his glass tighter, unsure what to say in that situation. What made everyone suddenly decide that they were going to get married?
“Ryan, you’re going to make him suffocate, give a man some room to breathe!” Daniel laughed, patting Ethan on his knee. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a quiet tone. “Don’t worry, they are all like that on this side of the family. As I’m sure you know, since Claire is exactly the same.” That made Ethan laugh, nodding his head as they both looked towards the short blonde, stirring something in the pot.
“She is a straight-to-the-point person, and don’t I know it.”
“Hey, hey, hey! All of you, leeches, back off my man. I’d like to cherish him for a bit longer before he runs away.” Her voice sounded above their heads all of a sudden, and then she waved her hands at her family, making them back away from him. As soon as there was some space around him, she sat in Ethan’s lap, wrapping one arm around his neck and stroking his hair gently, holding her glass with the other. He held her in his embrace, relieved that the interrogation, as amusing as it was, has ended. Her words rang in his head, finally settling in with what they meant, and he pulled her closer to him, pressing his lips to her ear.
“Bold of you to assume that I’m even able to run away. I’m not sure I know how to leave you. You’re stuck with me, for better or worse.” His voice was smooth and deep, laced with so many emotions that for a moment she thought he was crying. He wasn’t, but the intensity of his stare when their eyes met prompted her to lean in and capture his lips with hers in a longing kiss.
“Get a room!” Will exclaimed, then whistled teasingly. Silene, his aunt, sneaked up on him and pinched his neck, scolding him for acting like a child.
“You’re going to get your rights revoked if you don’t start acting like an adult.” She spoke with a bit of a French accent. Ethan faintly recalled Claire saying that her Mother’s side of the family was from or living in France, hence Aunt Silene’s accent.
“Just like when you were twenty!” the blonde sitting in his embrace laughed, then took a sip of her wine.
Soon enough, the whole family was gathered by the table, having already eaten dinner and now enjoying the drinks. They fell into the comfort of conversation, reminiscing about the past and talking about the future. Lucrecia stood up from the table with a mischievous smile, going towards the cabinet in the corner of the room. Claire’s eyes widened, shaking her head in panic.
“Mom, no.”
“Mom, yes”
Ethan’s confusion was soon to be resolved when he was handed a thick book. As soon as he opened it, he was met with a photo of a smiling woman, holding a little girl, wrapped in a blanket. His eyes searched for any signs as to who he was looking at, but one look at his girlfriend told him all he needed to know.
“You were adorable.” He noted, flipping the pages, finding more and more photos. Hearing her gasp, he looked up, only to find her face twisted in mock shock.
“So you’re saying I’m not adorable anymore?” she asked, trying to raise a reaction out of him. He could faintly hear Will making a sound of failure.
“You’re beautiful now, Claire. Breathtaking. Stunning.” He told her, not so quietly, very much aware that everyone was listening to him. All he cared about was the smile that lit up Claire’s face, and a blush that colored her cheeks. He kissed her forehead, lacing their fingers under the table.
“Nice save.”
“This is exactly why you are single, Will.” Lara noted without looking up from her bowl of ice cream. The room fell silent, all the eyes on the ten-year-old. And then the cries of laughter roared in the room.
Ethan glanced around the table, taking in all the different personalities. They were all their own people, all had their dreams and hopes, their goals in life. But first and foremost, they were a family. They had each other’s backs, through thin and thick, with unconditional love. Ethan had seen love his parents had for each other once upon a time, but it’s been so long ago, and it’s been difficult for him to believe that he could possibly have something so beautiful in his life.
And then Claire knocked his life upside down and left him no choice but to let her love him. Let her family love him and make it impossible for him not to love them in return. Impossible for him not to love her.
Hours later, they began cleaning up and getting ready to head to bed. Claire left with her Mom so they could get the beds ready for everyone, and Ethan stayed behind. He was sitting alone with his empty cup of tea in his hand, deep in his thoughts. Suddenly, he felt a pair of eyes staring at him, and sure enough, there was Aunt Silene, watching him with an unreadable expression. Without saying a word to him, she went around the couch and sat down next to him.
“I remember when Anaïs was younger, she always talked about you and your work. You were her hero, though, I suppose, you still are.” She mused, looking ahead at the sight outside the window, even though she couldn’t really see anything. The mention of an unknown name sparked his interest.
“Anaïs?”
“It’s her second name. Lucrecia and I always liked it, but her and Ryan both decided that she needed something more…”
“British?” he helped, smiling softly as he played with the name in his mind. Clarissa Anaïs Herondale. A nice ring to it, indeed.
“Exactly. It was a good choice on their part, it definitely offered her more freedom in a sense.”
Eventually, Claire came to get him, both of them saying goodnight and heading towards their room. Before she let him in, she leaned against the door with a smirk.
“Are you ready to see the most amazing room ever?” she bit her lip, catching his eye, and then pushed on the handle to let them in.
Ethan remained silent as he stood by the entrance, taking it all in. The room was exactly how he imagined it to be, with every detail matching every part of her. A piano was a new piece of information, and he made a mental note to ask her to play him something, but that could wait.
She watched him explore, filling in the blanks for him when he asked. It was refreshing, to let him see the intimate details of her that filled in the picture he had of her. While he continued his research, she wandered towards the window, staring at the sky. Stars were just beginning to peak through the darkness as the clouds cleared. Heat rolled down her back as he stood behind her, running his hand up and down her arm.
“I couldn’t help but think that I might not be a subtle as I think I am.” He said quietly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Unsure of what his words meant exactly, she looked up, her eyes meeting his in the reflection in the window. “First Lara, then your Father. I need to work on that.”
“I told you, you are terrible at being subtle. And I also told you not to worry. They were joking.” She grinned in triumph, her eyes gaining a playful spark.
“But I’m not.” He whispered, hugging her delicately, as though she was made of glass. Fragile, but strong. His to protect, but capable of defending herself. “Marry me.”
Her body went stiff, her eyes widening. Shock was evident on her face, her thoughts so loud, he could hear the gears in her head turning.
The silence was deafening. He imagined this very moment to be the happiest one in his life so far, but it was becoming more and more clear to him that that just might not be the case. The blank look on her face that he saw so clearly in her reflection in the window told him all he needed to know.
Ethan never was a man to cry. If he imagined anyone crying, it would be her, and only because he knows she tends to get emotional in moments like these. Now, facing the reality of her rejection, his eyes stung, and his hands shook beyond his control. His eyes fell shut, shoulders falling in defeat, and it was at this moment that Claire’s muscles gave back the control to her, allowing her to notice his expression. Realizing what was happening and how her silence sounded to him, she spun in his embrace rapidly. Tears of her own appeared in her eyes when she saw how broken he was when he thought she rejected him, shaking her head in great haste.
“Have you thought this through?” she asked, a pretty valid question if she could say so herself. The wild determination in his eyes made her not question him, though.
“I want to marry you, dammit.”
Their eyes met in a stare that lasted for a lifetime and a day more. Everything left unsaid was spoken through this one gaze, this one act of love that so many people overlooked, dismissed. The quiet and peace and understanding they had for each other was enough.
Claire moved her hands to the sides of his face, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs softly. She then pulled him closer, their foreheads touching. He held her like he was never going to let her go, like she was there to stay; because she was. It was her place on earth, her home, her sense of security, and all of that was reflected in her for him. Both of them sobbed when she muttered her answer.
“Yes.”
He let her go for a moment and went to his bag, taking a small box out.
“I don’t want you to fall down on one knee.” She muttered, grabbing his hand and pulling him right back to her side. The ring caught just enough light in the almost dark room to display the diamond, standing out proudly when it finally rested on her finger.
“Claire Anaïs Ramsey. Sounds perfect, if you ask me.”
“How do you- Aunt Silene.” Her eyes widened when he mentioned her second name, and then realization smoothed out the line on her forehead. Ethan ran his finger around the ring, raising her hand to his lips to press a soft kiss to it.
“It’s after midnight.” He noticed when his eyes caught the sight of the clock. Sure enough, it was fourteen minutes into the next day. “Happy Birthday, Claire.”
“I love you so much.”
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The sound of screams woke them up the next morning. His arm was wrapped tightly around her, his face buried in her shoulder. Slowly, the world began to bleed into his consciousness, pulling him away from the tranquility the sleep provided.
Their midnight conversation felt like a dream until he saw the ring, shining in the morning sun, his chest swelling with pride and uncontained happiness. Lacing their fingers together, he gave her hand a squeeze.
“Good morning, my love.” He muttered into her ear, kissing the skin behind it. A short giggle of hers reached him as she snuggled closer into him.
“Good morning indeed.”
“Happy birthday.”
“You already wished me happy birthday.” Claire pointed out, turning to the over side so she could look at him. His arms wrapped around her securely, keeping her close to him.
“I’m so happy you said ‘yes’.” He tried again, watching how her face lit up at the mention of their engagement. “It’s a good thing I did ask your Dad for his permission after all.”
“Wait, he knew?” shock was spelled in her features, trying to remember when he could have possibly done that.
“Well, he did say it as an off-hand comment, but when I approached him later on, he said that it was pretty much obvious what I was about to ask. We did talk about it, though.” He still felt the nerves when the words left his mouth, and the sheer panic when Ryan didn’t say anything for a long moment.
“Did you cry?” she teased him, snaking her hand up the side of his neck and tangling her fingers into his hair to pull him down onto her. Their lips met in a slow, lazy kiss, neither rushing into it, taking their time to explore.
His hand moved down her back, sneaking beneath the material of his shirt that she slept in. His touch left a trail of goosebumps on her skin. She rolled them over, straddling him as the kiss deepened, a quiet groan slipping from him.
“I’m going to count to five and then I’m entering the room. You two better be decent, I’m too young and beautiful to die!” Will’s voice came from the over side of the door, bursting their bubble. Claire let out a long breath, annoyed, and leaned out of bed to grab a pillow. They sat down in bed, both pulling on their clothes and hair to make themselves somewhat presentable.
The door flew open and her brother’s face came into the view.
“Five! Are you two done having s- hey!” he started saying, then was shut up when a pillow encountered his face. When he could see again, he saw a satisfied smirk on his sister’s face, who was leaning against her boyfriend.
“If you think that just because I’m a year older, I am above dunking a bucket of ice-cold water on you when you’re asleep, think again, William.” She warned, making a ‘get out’ sign with her hand.
“The breakfast is ready, birthday girl. Also, please stay away from my bed, I value it. I love it, you wouldn’t kill my love, would you?”
“How old are you again?” she leaned her head to the side, grinning at him. “We’ll be downstairs in a moment.”
When the door closed, she turned around to look at Ethan. His eyebrow was raised in a silent question.
“Yes, I did throw a bucket of water on him while he was sleeping. On more than one occasion.”
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“Do we just tell them or let them notice?” Ethan pulled her away from the entrance to the kitchen for a moment, unsure how to proceed. She pondered upon his words and then a mischievous grin took over her features.
“Let them figure it out. I’ve got a plan in mind.”
They walked into the room holding hands, but it didn’t last long, as everyone took turns to come up to her and hug her. Claire was immediately sat in the loveseat in the center of the room, a glass of champagne in hand.
“Little sis’, I’ve got your birthday cake here, I’ll do my best to not trip.” Will exclaimed as he approached her, placing the platter on the table next to her seat.
Twenty-eight candles were lit, illuminating her face when she leaned in to blow them out. She closed her eyes, listening to her family’s cheers. After that, they all took turns giving her gifts, until it was only Ethan left. Claire already got her gift from him, so her face must have been a pretty picture when she saw him stand up from his seat and leave the room. When he came back, she moved over so she could pull him into the seat with her. He handed her a small box, enjoying how confused about it all she was.
“You might need it for when we’re back in Boston.” He nodded towards the present, encouraging her to open it. Inside, she found the keys to his apartment and all the locations linked to it, along with a pastel pink bow, similar to the one she sometimes wore with her shirt.
“Dude, you give her the access to your apartment? How the hell were we supposed to top that?” subtle as always, Will threw his hands up in frustration.
“I’d get used to losing to this guy when it came to her if I were you, son.” Ryan chuckled, watching the pair with contentment in his eyes. Lucrecia didn’t know about the conversation her husband had with Ethan, so she was as surprised as everyone else when Claire placed her hand on his cheek and kissed him, displaying the ring on her finger. A collective gasp rang in the room, and then a second round of cheers erupted.
“You’re kidding!” Lara screeched, jumping up and down in her seat. She ran to the pair, grabbing their hands and looking at them seriously. “Can I be the flower girl?”
Ethan ruffled her hair, smiling widely. Claire nodded, tickling her cousin with her free hand. “Sure thing. Will can help you.” when her brother started protesting, she added with a wicked smile. “I’ll even get you two tiaras.”
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Let the Love be Your Life (Branjie) - Athena2
Summary: After their kid doesn’t know one of their favorite movies, Brooke and Vanessa have a little movie marathon introducing favorite movies to them.
A/N: This is a Christmas gift for Writ because they’re the absolute best. It also fulfills the prompt ‘List’ for Ficmas over @writethehousedown, so you can find it there as well! It’s pretty much pure fluff and I hope you enjoy! I’d appreciate any feedback you have!
Also, thank you to everyone who’s read and commented on my fics this past year. It’s been a really hard year for most of us, and sharing my stories with you made it a little brighter for me, and I hope for you as well.
Title from Mother from Carole and Tuesday.
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“Brooke, can you get me a bowl?” Vanessa calls over from the stove, where she’s stirring a pot of rice.
“As you wish.” Brooke snorts after she says it, trading smiles with Vanessa. One of their favorite movies, and the first couples costume they did all those years ago for Nina’s world-famous–or at least city-famous–Halloween party, where there was always full catering, a DJ, and at least one rumored celebrity hidden behind a mask. One person isn’t smiling though, and it’s their kid, pausing table-setting to stare at them.
“‘As you wish?’” Sam repeats in confusion. “What is this, the Middle Ages?”
Brooke’s mouth falls open. “What? No, it’s from a movie.”
“Oh.” Sam shrugs and goes back to setting the table, clearly unimpressed.
Vanessa is nowhere near as calm, her wooden spoon clattering on the counter. “Brooke, our child doesn’t know The Princess Bride!” She leaves the stove to stand by Brooke, shaking her head in outrage.
“We’ve officially failed as parents,” Brooke agrees.
Sam rolls their eyes. “It’s just some old movie, right?”
“‘Some old movie,’” Vanessa mutters under her breath. “‘Some old movie.’ Brooke, we gotta fix this.”
Brooke nods. She and Vanessa have always let Sam be themself, reading and watching stuff freely, as long as it wasn’t too dark or upsetting. But in all that, they must have forgotten to show Sam all the movies they had wanted to, the movies that Brooke and Vanessa love.
When Vanessa got stuck on bed rest towards the end of her pregnancy, she watched movies to pass the time, and Brooke joined her when she could, rubbing Vanessa’s aching back and massaging her shoulders, doing anything she could to make her more comfortable. They talked about all the movies they wanted to watch after their baby was born, the things they wanted to do and memories they wanted to make as a family. They had even made a list of movies, but it got lost somewhere in the chaos of having a new baby. Sam might be nine now, but they can still make those memories, and Brooke claps her hands. “We need a movie marathon!”
Vanessa jumps up and down. “Yeah! This week, we’re gonna watch a bunch of movies! Sammy’s on winter break, it’s perfect! We can do one every night! Peter Pan, and the Peanuts, and Muppets Christmas Carol–”
“Jurassic Park,” Brooke adds, grabbing a notebook and pen. “And Star Wars, and Matilda … my movies are way better than yours, babe.”
“Nuh-uh!” Vanessa yells. “Mine are classics!”
“I guess Sam will be the judge of that, then.” Brooke grins.
“They will be, and you can do dishes for a week when they like mine better,” Vanessa says, raising her eyebrow mischievously.
“What do I get if I win?” Brooke asks. It better be something good, something Vanessa hates as much as Brooke hates doing dishes.
Vanessa thinks. “I’ll do the laundry for a week.”
Vanessa hates folding clothes since she does it all day in her boutique. Brooke doesn’t mind laundry, exactly, but she’ll happily let Vanessa take over and fold the endless amounts of clothes for a week.
“Deal.” Brooke smiles, all thoughts of rivalry gone and replaced with excitement of the memories they’ll make.
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i. The Princess Bride
“Okay, is everyone ready?” Brooke stands in front of the TV, making sure Vanessa and Sam are settled on the couch with pillows and blankets and the cats, canyon-sized bowl of popcorn and cupcakes from Brooke’s sister Kameron’s bakery all ready for the night.
“Ready!” Vanessa yells. Brooke presses play, and Vanessa opens her arms for Brooke to snuggle into as the movie starts.
“At least you two aren’t wearing your costumes,” Sam teases. Vanessa and Brooke have probably been a little too eager in showing Sam that picture over the years, but Vanessa looked like a literal princess in her red Princess Buttercup dress, Brooke was the perfect Westley, and they got compliments through the entire party, so sue them for showing off. Vanessa still remembers the cool silk flowing around her and warming her hand on the soft bit of skin revealed by Brooke’s shirt.
“Don’t think we weren’t tempted,” Vanessa says. “They’re in the attic somewhere, I bet I could still fit in that dress–”
“Do we need to pause it already?” Brooke asks, and Vanessa swats at her before snuggling back down and watching the movie.
Vanessa finds herself watching her family more than the movie, watching Brooke’s eyes widen and her lips stretch into a grin like she’s never seen it before. Then she turns to Sam, who really has never seen it before. They’re skeptical at first, face blank, but then their brown eyes–so warm and expressive, like Vanessa’s–light up when the Dread Pirate Roberts reveals himself to be Westley. By the end, their smile is huge.
“You liked it, huh?” Vanessa asks.
Sam looks down. “I guess,” they say, and Vanessa knows their nine-year-old heart can’t quite admit something their parents like is cool, but it’s a start, and she’s counting this as a win in both her and Brooke’s column.
“Well, I’m ready for tomorrow!” Vanessa yells, pulling Brooke in for a kiss.
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ii. Star Wars
Brooke knows the baby Yoda ugly sweater and Star Wars pajama pants are overkill, but she can’t help it. From the moment she first saw the movie as a seven-year-old, all she wanted was to be a Jedi like Luke and save the galaxy. She and Kameron made lightsabers out of foam swords and spray paint, and they ran around their background slicing through enemies and saving the day. Kameron had even made truffles decorated like the Death Star when Brooke told her what they were watching, her brown eyes warm with memories of their Jedi days.
Brooke doesn’t know whether this movie thing between her and Vanessa is a contest, but if it is, she doesn’t really care about it for this movie. She just wants to watch it with her kid, hope they find the same joy in it that she did.
Sam seems to be enjoying the truffles at least, and they shove another one in their mouth. “Aunt Kam’s stuff is so good,” they say with their mouth full, and Brooke agrees.
The music blasts and opening crawl creeps onto the screen, and Brooke grins, even when Vanessa rolls her eyes fondly and asks her continual question of why everyone else has such ‘weird-ass names’ and Luke’s is normal.
Brooke didn’t think anything would be better than the first time she saw it, in their living room with salty popcorn burning her lips and Kameron next to her, but watching it now, with her wife at her side and their kid on the other couch watching with wide eyes, just might be even better. She never thought she would have this life, a family around her like this, and she pulls Vanessa little closer, breathing in the familiar scent of her coconut shampoo.
Sam is grinning when the movie ends, and warmth rushes through Brooke’s chest, that her kid enjoyed something that means a lot to Brooke.
“That’s my favorite one so far,” they say sheepishly, and Brooke lets out a whoop.
“All right, all right, it’s only been two movies so far,” Vanessa says. “We’re goin’ to Neverland tomorrow, and then we’ll see what’s better.”
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iii. Peter Pan
Vanessa feels like a professor as she stands in front of the TV, Sam and Brooke staring at her expectantly.
“Is this a presentation?” Brooke teases. “Should I take notes?”
“Oh please, you’re the one who loves presentations,” Vanessa says fondly. “No presentation–this movie did make me want to go into design, though. Oh! And it was the first sign that I was bi. Little kid me didn’t know if she wanted a flying boyfriend or a fairy girlfriend more.” Vanessa grins dreamily. She can still remember her heart fluttering the same way when she looked at Peter and his coppery hair as it did when she watched Tinkerbell pout, how it all made sense when she was seventeen and fully realized that she was bi for the first time.
“Start the movie, Ma!” Sam yells.
Vanessa does, then instantly pauses it, turning to Sam with worries in her mind. “Don’t get any stupid ideas from this movie, now!” she warns. “Don’t go flying around with people who show up in your window, no matter how cute they are! And Wendy was a child, acting all grown, Lord help us when you become a teenager–”
“Okay, Ness,” Brooke soothes, motioning for Vanessa to sit with her and pulling her into a hug when she does.
“I promise I won’t fly around with people in my window,” Sam says, and Vanessa smiles, reaching over and ruffling their brown waves.
“You better not,” Vanessa says, leaning back into Brooke, her wife still as cozy to cuddle with as she’s always been.
Vanessa’s dancing in place and belting out all the songs in no time. She’s known all the words since she was six, when she would perform the whole movie in her living room or sing them to herself as she drew fierce pirate coats and sparkly fairies with striped wings, and they’ve refused to leave her brain, even if she wishes she could have that space for something useful like where she put her phone.
Brooke’s not much of a singer, but she hums along, and when Sam’s soft voice hesitantly joins Vanessa’s, she knows the night is a success.
—
iv. Matilda
It’s not as action-packed as her other favorite movies on the list, but as a shy kid who always had her nose in a book, Brooke’s always had a soft spot for Matilda. After she had to accept that becoming a Jedi wasn’t a viable career path, it had been Matilda that gave her the idea to become a librarian. She could surround herself with books all day, and help people find the book they were looking for, introducing them to whole new worlds through the pages, just like she does with each bedtime story for Sam every night.
“This is a movie about a kid with magic powers, right?” Sam asks.
“Right,” Vanessa says, “and Mommy loves it because she’s a big nerd.”
“Hey!” Brooke protests, but Vanessa is laughing and giving her a warm hug.
“You know I love you for it,” Vanessa says simply, and Brooke hugs her back and knows it’s true.
It’s nice to watch a movie she hasn’t seen since she was a kid and find it still makes her smile the same way, still gives her the same hope at seeing a shy girl who loved books the way she did—and still does. Brooke has never been the confident, outgoing kid in so many movies. She was quiet and kept to herself, and Matilda gave her a world where she could be the hero. She hopes Sam always feels that way too, always knows that they can be the hero.
When the credits roll, Sam declares that it’s not their favorite off the list, but Brooke doesn’t mind.
—-
v. Peanuts
“Why are these even on the list?” Sam asks as Vanessa fiddles with the TV. “I’ve seen all the Peanuts movies.”
“And you’ll see them again!” Vanessa yells. “This is different. They’re official now, on the list and everything.” She starts the Easter special and shuts down all the arguments, biting into a peanut butter cookie.
“All right, all right.” Sam gives in, but they’re not complaining. Sam once tried to make Riley dance like Snoopy, and Vanessa knows they love these movies just as much as she does.
“This is another thing that got me into fashion,” Vanessa says. “Because I didn’t know why they always wore the same boring old clothes in all the movies, so I drew them wearing some new ones.”
“Of course you did.” Brooke grins.
“Well, I had to jazz those outfits up! They’ve been wearing the same clothes forever!” Vanessa laughs. She’s always wanted people to wear clothes they feel like themselves in, and somewhere in between drawing new outfits for cartoon characters, she decided that was what she wanted to do, and it’s what she still does with her own little boutique, just up the street from the library where Brooke works. She loves getting to help people pick out the perfect outfit, watching them smile as they come out feeling as good as they had hoped.
She leans back as Charlie Brown and the others take them through all the seasons, from Easter to Halloween to Thanksgiving and finally Christmas, where Vanessa reaches for tissues and even Sam pretends they have dust in their eye. Vanessa always wanted to fight the other kids for being so mean to Charlie, and even as an adult, the urge is still there.
When the movie’s done, an idea pops into Vanessa’s hand. She whips out her phone and brings up the Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack, yanking Brooke into the middle of the room and pulling her into a dance while Sam twirls around with Riley, cats watching from the couch, unimpressed.
“Ness, you’re making me dizzy,” Brooke giggles as Vanessa spins her faster and faster, until they almost crash into the Christmas tree.
Sam is cackling next to them, and Vanessa slows up, pressing her chest close to Brooke’s and melting as Brooke places a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
It’s her favorite movie night by far.
—
vi. Jurassic Park
All her movies on the list are special, but this one just might be the most special for Brooke. Because this is what she and Vanessa watched on their first date.
Brooke had started her first job at the library the same summer Vanessa started doing formal design sketches for a portfolio. She came to the library to get fashion books for ideas, and Brooke secretly hoped she would come back in every day, so they could make small talk and maybe she could say something funny to see Vanessa smile again. And almost every day, Vanessa came back.
Summer was half over and Brooke thought they would do nothing but talk with a library desk between them when Vanessa finally asked her to a movie in the park, both of them giggling as they set the date because they were finally going out after weeks of flirting and smiling and wondering if feelings were reciprocated. A dinosaur movie might not have been the most romantic choice for a first date, but they curled up together on a plaid blanket and let their fingers meet in the bag of buttery popcorn, and when Vanessa gave her a soft kiss as the end theme song played, Brooke knew she was the one.
She looks at her wife now, humming along to the opening theme and eating the dinosaur sugar cookie Kameron made, and knows that she’s still the one.
They snuggle up together and make dinosaur noises that cause Sam to look at them in annoyance, but it only makes them laugh harder.
They watch on the edge of their seats even though they know the ending, and Sam does the same, jumping every time a dinosaur pops out. When the end theme plays softly as the characters escape in the helicopter, Vanessa has tears in her eyes. Brooke’s not a big cryer–the last time she cried was probably when Sam was still a baby–but her eyes pool with dampness too, until she and Vanessa are holding each other and half-laughing, half-crying, because this movie is what brought them together.
“What are you doing?” Sam asks in alarm. “Why are you crying over a dinosaur movie?”
Brooke and Vanessa just laugh and exchange a soft kiss.
—
vii. The Muppet Christmas Carol
Christmas has always been Vanessa’s favorite holiday. As a kid, she fought her brothers every day to move the little Christmas tree counter on their Advent calendar, her excitement only growing as the day grew nearer. She’d just make it through the extra-long church service, and then she was free to play with her cousins and stuff herself with cookie after cookie and wake with the sunrise Christmas morning to jump in her parents’ bed.
Only now that she has her own child jumping in her and Brooke’s bed at an ungodly hour each Christmas does she realize why her parents would groan so loudly and what a little demon she must have been.
But her and Brooke don’t mind–they both love it, really, love all their traditions. There are the cookies they bake all month, the toy drive they help with at Sam’s school, and then Vanessa’s turn bringing Sam shopping to buy Brooke’s present and Brooke’s turn taking Sam to buy Vanessa’s present. The weekend after Thanksgiving, when they’re still stuffed with leftovers, the tree goes up, the three of them passing ornaments around while Vanessa narrates the history of how they got each one and almost falls on the tree trying to prove to Brooke that she can reach the tall branches. The tree is her favorite part, with the rainbow lights twinkling and the shining star looking over them. The tree is extra bright tonight, Christmas just days away, as Vanessa starts one of her favorite Christmas movies.
“This was my favorite to watch when I was pregnant with you,” Vanessa says to Sam. “The doctor said I had to go on bed rest, and I was so mad because it was almost Christmas and I wanted to do stuff. This was the next best thing.” She still remembers those long days, the pain in her back and hips and shoulders combined with the sadness of not being able to hang up lights or bake cookies or do much of anything. The Muppets at least made her smile, gave her a piece of Christmas she could have while stuck in bed. And when Sam was born perfectly healthy in January, she knew it had all been worth it.
“I swear, I heard Kermit in my sleep for weeks,” Brooke says, rolling her eyes but smiling anyway.
“You love Kermit and you know it,” Vanessa says.
Brooke just snorts, but Vanessa knows she’s right.
Vanessa knows most of the words—she really did watch this movie a ridiculous amount of times when she was pregnant—and finds her mouth moving along with the characters. The movie still makes her just as happy as it did when she was stuck in bed, makes her love Christmas and her family that much more. It doesn’t mean she’s forgotten the bet though, and the credits have just started to roll when Vanessa leaps from the couch and turns to Sam. “So?” she asks expectantly.
“So what?” Sam asks casually.
Vanessa huffs. “So, whose movies did you like better? Mine, right? Say mine.”
“No way.” Brooke pops up behind her. “Mine were way better.”
Sam just rolls their eyes. “Come on, you know I can’t pick between you two. You’re both my favorite.”
Vanessa melts then, pulling Sam into a bone-crushing hug, Brooke wrapping her arms around both of them.
“I guess we’ll just split the house stuff next week,” Vanessa says.
“You mean like we already do anyway?” Brooke snorts, holding them tighter.
Vanessa just smiles. She has her family, and tomorrow is their holiday party with all their friends, and then Christmas with her family and Brooke’s family, and her smile deepens. She watches the snow fall softly outside and knows this will be the best Christmas ever.
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↳ chapter seven: do i wanna know
❧ genre: tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima
❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending
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All eyes were on Denki as he held two cards in his hand. There was a shit eating grin on his face and his own golden eyes glanced across the way at you.
"I hope everyone is ready to be naked except me," he chuckled and scratched at his bare chest that was littered in a chaotic mess of tattoos.
Granted, the man was already almost naked himself, only a pair of fitted briefs graced his shockingly well-defined body. You, along with Kirishima, Bakugou, Sero and Deku watched in anticipation when he laid down a card with a smile still on his face. Placing a hand on his knee he looked around the circle, proud, not even saying a word like he had already won the game.
Sero was biting on his lip and trying not to lose his composure while Kirishima and Deku quietly chuckled and shook their head. Denki quirked a golden brow and scratched his head. Bakugou tossed his head back and laughed before sitting back on his palms and showing off even more of his muscular build.
"You dumbass," was all the blonde chortled.
Denki looked at the cards laying on the floor in a pile then to his own, "I don't see why you guys are laughing, I have one card left while you fuckers have handfuls."
"Exactly Denki except you forgot one key part of this game," Sero snorted.
Denki looked from his friend and back to the one card in his hand, it was a death blow too, he was sure to win but that's when it hit him, "Oh shit – wait! UN – "
"UN – NO fucker! You're too late, drop em," you yelled out and chunked a piece of pizza crust at his face.
Finally everyone started to laugh, you and Sero both falling out onto the floor you sat on and grabbing at your sides. On either side of you, Bakugou and Kirishima both chuckled and shook their heads. Denki glared at everyone in the circle before throwing his last card down and jumping to his feet.
"Fuck you guys, I hate UNO!"
"Too bad, rules are rules Denki, well try not to laugh too hard," Deku snorted and trailed his fingers up the man's calf.
Denki kicked at him only making the green-haired man laugh more before taking a drink of his beer. Kirishima snickered and felt something brush against his leg, his crimson eyes looked down to see your head nudging it while hands covered your face and muffled giggles were spewing from underneath. His eyes couldn't help but wonder down your shirtless body. It was hard for him to focus on the game of strip UNO all night with you sitting right next to him, so close. Bakugou teasing and touching you didn't help.
Kirishima looked over to the blonde on the other side of you to see he wasn't paying attention at all, but more joining in on the teasing of their friend who was about to be completely naked.
So far, the red-head was doing good on your bet of being nice, throughout the multiple rounds of UNO the two of you would sometimes help each other out, becoming so close to being naked yourselves, not that either of you minded.
Smirking, Kirishima went to move one of your hands away from your face, revealing blushed cheeks and tear pricked eyes, lips parted and gasping for air between laughs.
He took a deep breath and stared for a minute longer, trying to burn the image into his brain. Your eyes looked up at him, his hand still holding yours and you not caring to make him let go. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes with the other hand and smiled at the man.
"You know staring isn't nice Ei, I'm sure that could cost you the bet."
Kirishima rolled his eyes and placed his entire palm on your face, making you laugh. "I'm not staring, maybe I'm admiring."
Two hands wrapped around his and moved it from your face, casually holding it to your chest like a stuffed animal.
"Maybe you're full of shit. Eijirou Kirishima doesn't admire me, he despises me."
Kiri titled his head and clicked his tongue, a somewhat irritated expression on his face, "I don't despise you (Y/N)," he replied as his thumb subconsciously rubbed across your clavicle.
"Well you have an odd way of showing your admiration, maybe I should make these bets with you more often ... I like this Eijirou," you replied.
Those last four words just melting from your lips softer than anything Kirishima has ever heard.
He swallowed harshly and the two of you stared at each other while his thumb still rubbed your skin and your hands held his arm close. Being like this just felt so natural and so – right. The urge to lean over and kiss you was welling up inside of his chest and making it tighter, at the same time his head kept round-housing his heart, demanding it stay down and remember that this can't happen, not as long as he lived the life he did.
"Hey Darcy and Elizabeth, eyes up here," Denki suddenly called out.
Kirishima looked away before you did – him, Bakugou, Sero and Deku both groaning in disgust at the same time and the red-head quickly looked back down at you, chuckling. You went to turn your head but Kirishima moved a hand to stop it.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you little one, you may never be able to get that image out of your head."
You chuckled and moved Kirishima's hand.
"I can handle a dick Kiri, they're all the – whoa, what the fuck!"
Quickly your hands were shielding your eyes and you giggled, peeking out from between your fingers. "Denki, is your dick – pierced?"
"Yes ma'am, wanna look closer?"
Kirishima cut eyes at the electric male, "Really dude?"
"I'm just asking, it's not every day you see a pierced dick," Denki replied with his hands up.
You only chuckled and rolled back over, looking up at Kiri.
"I'm good Denki, I know what they look like. My ex was pierced all over. I just have one question," you smirked then sat on up your elbows, (h/c) hair falling down and brushing against Kirishima.
Your eyes zeroed in on Bakugou, he looked over and quirked a brow before smirking while he shook his head, "The answer is no, I didn't pierce that fucker's dick. I didn't even pierce my own."
"What?" Your eyes widened and you sat up fully, "You're pierced too?"
The blonde smirked and grabbed your thighs roughly making your back fall to the floor again with a yelp and pulled you closer to him, wrapping your legs around his waist.
"Mhm, wanna see for yourself princess?"
Your eyes couldn't help but wonder down Bakugou's bare chest, taking in the colorful grenades and roses, then trailing over his torso and abdomen before landing on his crotch that was extremely close to your own. With a smirk you reached a hand out, grabbing his belt and staring him in the eye. Getting brave, the male leaned forward, his hands trapping your torso on the floor and his face inches from yours.
"Maybe some other time, Kacchan."
Deku spit out his beer and cackled, Sero joined in and Denki chuckled as well. The only one not laughing was Kirishima.
Instead his eyes were alight with fire, staring at how Bakugou was hovering over you, both shirtless and looking down as if you were prey for him to feast on. The blonde glanced over to see his friend looking clearly threatened, he smirked and looked back at you before lowering his lips to your ear and whispering only loud enough for you to hear him.
"Just wait princess – when that time comes, I'll fucking ruin you," he spoke in a tone dripping with lust before his teeth took your cheek between them.
Your fists clenched and you couldn't deny the heat coursing through your entire being or the small grunt that Bakugou coaxed out with his bite, he chuckled with his mouth still full of your flesh before releasing it and kissing at the teeth marks softly.
"Get a fucking room you two, preferably Sero's," Denki interjected.
Sero scoffed and took the naked man's shirt, twirling it before making it snap on his thigh. "No one is fucking in my room, you two can go somewhere else with that and Denki – put your fucking pants back on!"
You giggled and pushed the blonde off, he smirked and sat back, taking your hand to help you sit back up. Your palm pushed his face and he chuckled as you twirled around to face away from him and sat crisscrossed. His red eyes looked at your back and the scar it held. You flinched when you felt a finger lightly running the length of it but quickly relaxed.
"Look guys, I'm not fucking anyone tonight – I mean unless sweet Deku asks," you cooed and looked straight at the freckled faced man who was drinking his beer.
Just as before, he spit it out and his hand came up to hit his chest while he coughed. Laughing, you moved back to your spot between Bakugou and Kirishima, leaneding over the red-heads lap and patted Deku's knee.
"I'm joking green bean, I love you."
Kirishima rolled his eyes and sat back on his palms, "You're so not joking, if Deku really did want to fuck you, you'd let him and probably anyone else in this room."
You glanced up at Kirishima and smirked.
"And is there something wrong with that Red? I don't belong to anyone, so I'm free to do whatever and whomever I damn well please. Even you," you smiled, moving the hand on Deku's leg over to his own and squeezing it.
The red-head smirked and leaned closer, the tip of his nose touching the tip of yours.
"You wouldn't be able to handle me little one."
"Oh but I'd love to try," you replied with a cocky smile before quickly nipping at his nose and moving from before him.
He side eyed you, staring at him all proud. Shaking his head Kirishima playfully pushed your face and picked his cards back up. "Shut up and let's finish this game."
Everyone grinned and quickly the game was back on. Between Bakugou and Kirishima, you were getting your ass beat and struggling to keep your clothing on. It all came crashing down when Bakugou placed down a 'reverse' card, meaning you had to remove another article of clothing, which was your pants.
With a cocky smile he looked to you.
"Strip princess."
You softly punched his shoulder before placing your cards down and laying flat on the floor. Of course every pair of eyes were on you as the button and zipper of the jeans were being un-done.
"You know I should charge all of your asses for this," you spat out while lifting your hips and pushing the garment down.
Bakugou and Kirishima both stared and wore smirks, until the jeans were down to your knees as you sat back up.
There were multiple hand-prints burned into the plump flesh of your thighs, dragging down and smeared like blood. Soon the three other men were staring, no one saying a word as you chunked the pair of jeans over your shoulder and looked up to see that all eyes were glued to one area. Looking down you hummed, placing your hands on your thighs and rubbing them gently.
"I uh – I kind of forget they're there. I've had them for so long."
Soon a hand was gripping your wrist and moving it from the burned skin, you looked to see it was Kirishima and there was a look on his face you've never seen before. It was almost as if he were concerned or just highly pissed off.
"Did the same asshole who stabbed you do this?"
"What – stabbed," Sero and Denki both questioned with shock.
You snatched your wrist from Kiri's hand and looked around the room, suddenly feeling self-conscious. The men weren't looking at you with disgust or anything of the sort, but with pity and you hated that. You didn't want pity or sympathy for the past, it was over and done.
"Uh – ", you started while rubbing the side of your neck nervously, " I – uh."
"What's going on here?"
Your eyes glanced up to see Shouto standing behind Denki and Deku while shoving his phone into his pants pocket. His eyes scanned everyone before landing on you, falling on the scars that dressed your skin. Subtly his eyes widened and looked directly at your own. Shouto didn't need to ask what the marks where, in fact they were similar in color to his own scar that adorned his face.
"Well we were just about to learn who the fucker is that did that so we can track him down and light his ass up," Denki growled as he pointed a finger to your scars.
"Calm down Sparky, like I said it happened a long time ago. I'm fine obviously."
"Are you though," Kirishima quietly asked with a stern voice, his red eyes burning into you.
Looking back, you nodded at him, "Yes, I am."
Shouto walked around the circle and stopped behind you. He removed his heavy coat and lowered to sit on the floor, you grunted when his arm wrapped around and pulled you between his legs as he casually laid the coat over your lap, shielding the scars from prying eyes.
"If she doesn't want to elaborate on it topic any further, then don't push it."
"Yeah guys, lets just get back to the game okay, she'll tell us when she's ready," Izuku added and squeezed Denki's shoulder to reassure his worried friend.
A defeated "fine" rung out around the men and the game continued without another word.
Shouto hooked his head over your shoulder, making you turn to look at him.
"Thank you Shouto."
"It's nothing (Y/N). Now, tell me how you play this?"
With a grin the two of you quietly talked back and fort as you explained the rules. A draw two card meant an item of clothing had to be removed, if you placed down a wild card then one piece could be put back on. A wild card plus draw four meant the next person had to remove two items of clothing and if anyone got down to one card and forgot to call out UNO they would have to strip completely.
Shouto hummed and the two of you worked together against the other five men, Denki called out that your team was unfair until Shouto shot him a look that instantly had the golden-haired man shutting up. As the game went on, it got to where everyone in the group was now down to just their underwear.
You looked at all the men, taking in just how extremely muscular they all were, and somewhat covered in ink. You won't lie your heart did a flip when Kirishima had to remove his shirt earlier in the game, revealing his covered chest that had a dragon sprawled across it that flowed with his theme of thick clouds and flowers. At the moment your eyes were on him, just admiring the detail and color of his tattoos, until a foot kicked at your knee.
Looking over you saw Bakugou smirking as he pointed toward the pile of cards, on the top laid a draw two. Your eyes widened and you looked down, all you had left were your bra and panties.
Unbeknownst to you, Kirishima was panicking on the inside for you!
Shouto looked over to see the color draining from the red-heads face. Soon, Shouto pulled away from your back, hands going to the hem of his sweater and pulling it off, chunking it sideways to Bakugou. The blonde shook his head with a smile and flipped both of you off.
Turning your head to look at Shouto, shirtless behind you, you froze.
For the first time you were seeing his own tattoos – thick brushstrokes of black ran from his forearms and up to his shoulders, flowing around two opposing oni masks on each pec. One white and frozen in ice, the other red and engulfed in flames. There was also Japanese calligraphy going down his torso. It all came together so nicely and was just as stunning as he was.
Looking back at the oni masks had you facing forward again and examining each of the men. You didn't realize till now but everyone had a mask somewhere on their bodies, Kiri's on his left bicep that faced you, Deku's on his right forearm, Denki's was hidden in the map of random tattoos on his lower stomach, as well as Sero's that hid in the geometric designs of his sleeve, then Bakugou's – which was on his shin that wore a samurai helmet along with a dragon.
"Is that like a thing between you guys, the oni masks," you questioned and laid down a plain card.
"Pretty much, like a 'family' tattoo," Deku answered as he looked down at his own piece of ink.
You smiled at him and looked at your body, bare and plain.
"I feel so naked compared to all of you, you know tattoo wise. I don't think I'll ever be able to catch up but I wouldn't mind another one. In fact – I want one from each of you, Sero and Shouto."
Sero's black eyes looked up and a triangular smile crossed his face.
"Really? What are you thinking about getting?"
Shouto rested his head back on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist as he felt you shudder; he activated his quirk just a bit to help kill the chill in your body. You smiled and kissed his temple and thanked him briefly before replying.
"Well I really like those sternum tattoos, they look really pretty."
"Those are pretty tough – pain wise I mean," Sero replied.
Kirishima smirked and laid down a card, "She's tough, she sat like a rock through that little rib piece."
You looked over to Kirishima and smiled at him, he smiled back and reached out a hand to ruffle your hair. You and Sero continued to talk back and forth about what exactly you wanted. You wanted to keep it ocean related. Deku thought himself and suggested an octopus, Denki agreed on the idea as well and mentioned how you could either dress it up or keep it minimal.
"Oh yeah that sounds really cool, would you want to do that for me Sero," you asked with a smile.
The black-haired male smiled back and nodded.
"Of course I would sweetheart, anything for you. We can knock it out this week."
You nodded in return and the UNO game continued, but not for much longer. In the end Deku wound up winning. As everyone tossed their cards into the pile, Bakugou suggested taking a smoke break to which Shouto and Denki agreed on. Clothes were placed back on. Kirishima and Sero tagged along with their three friends outside into the cold, Deku excused himself to the bathroom and you were left alone with Shouto's coat draped over your shoulders.
Looking around you inched closer and closer to a keyboard that sat along a wall in what seemed to be a sort of nook of the house.
Sitting down on the small bench, you turned the instrument on and started to play random keys. After a few minutes Denki came back inside, he grabbed a blanket off the couch and smiled as he hopped over to where you were.
"Scoot over lil'mama," he commanded.
Smiling, you did so and the two of you played around on the keyboard. Shortly after Deku came along and sat in a chair close by, the three of you making small talk with each other, all while a whole other conversation was going on outside between the other men.
"What," Kirishima questioned Bakugou who was chuckling at him.
"Nothing, it's just nice to see you finally got some fucking sense. Should we be expecting the wedding soon?"
Kirishima rolled his eyes.
"Shut the fuck up Bakugou, we have a bet going on. If I can be nice to her all night then I get a hundred bucks. Other than that it doesn't mean shit."
"That's a little fucking harsh man, are you seriously gonna go back to being a total dick to her after tonight," Sero questioned, an overprotective aura starting to emulate from him.
The red-head shrugged his shoulders, shoving his hands deep into his jacket pockets.
"I don't know okay, why are you all on my back about this shit anyway?"
Shouto took a final drag from his cigarette before removing it from his lips and crushing the butt of it on the bottom of his boot. He looked at Kirishima and flicked the used item at him, causing the male to look at him confused.
"Because – she may be tough Eijrou, but she's still a person. Just because you want to suppress these feelings for the girl doesn't give you an excuse to treat her like some dog shit you stepped in. I understand why you don't want her getting close and if making her hate you is what you really want – then go for it but she's not going anywhere. You've all already become so attached to her and her with you, meaning we have a weak spot now."
Bakugou scoffed and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"Let someone else try to lay a fucking finger on her, we'll take care of em. I still want to find the bastard that did all that other shit to her and do it all back to him tenfold"
Sero shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, "Well I think it's safe to say we all do, but if she doesn't want to open up about that part of her life right now then we need to just drop it. Shouto is right though Kiri, she's not going anywhere, so why keep up this act? Just in one night the two of you have done a complete 180 and honestly, it's nice to see you two not at each other's throats. You really want to just demolish all the progress you've made, just like that?"
Kirishima looked out into the dark and snow as he thought.
Sero and Shouto were both right but he just couldn't get over the fact that someone could use your life against him had the wrong person found out you were his.
He sighed and looked to Sero.
"I'll tone it down, but I'm not sure that I should risk anything else. Shouto's right, she's a weakness, but the second the wrong fucker finds out that's she's specifically my fucking weakness, it's over and if anything ever happened to her because I was stupid enough to let her in, I'd never forgive myself."
"But say she does find out what we are, I mean she will eventually, we can't hide this shit from her forever. What if she accepts you as you are, accepts the danger and consequences, it could –"
"I wouldn't fucking let her Sero! Being with someone like us is like a death sentence," Kiri snapped.
The men looked at him and could see he was clearly frustrated, the red-head moved from his spot and walked towards the door.
"I'll ease up on her, that should be enough. Now fucking drop it."
Kirishima walked back inside, slamming the door shut behind him and moving to the kitchen in search of a drink. He stopped when he saw you at the fridge, searching it and humming while subtly dancing with yourself along to music that was now playing on the speaker in the living room.
Leaning against the wall, he crossed his arms and quietly watched you look in the freezer part of the appliance and perked up at the sight of a pint of ice cream. Your body continued to bounce and bop along as you took it out and grabbed a spoon from the utensil drawer.
"Run~, don't tell me bye-bye. Run~, you make me cry cr– ah what the fuck," you yelled out, dropping the spoon once you turned around to see Kirishima there with a smile on his face.
Kirishima chuckled and quirked a brow as he pushed off from the wall.
"I could ask the same thing little one. Do you always raid people's fridge like a gremlin?"
"For your FYI, this place is like a second home, I'm welcome to whatever I like," you replied while bending over to pick up the spoon then sat it and the ice cream on the counter before attempting to hop up onto it but struggled.
"One, you were only one word away from finishing that phrase without having to use the acronym and two – " he paused, coming behind you and lifting you up by the hips, making you yelp as he sat you down on the counter, "you're welcome for the lift, I'll be taking that hundred bucks now."
"Hah! You still got one more hour Eijirou," you teased before placing a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, "Shit that's cold – here you can have an indirect kiss as a token of my gratitude!"
Kirishima smirked at you scooping another spoonful and offering it to him.
"No thanks, that spoon was on the floor you animal."
"For like one second! Stop being a pussy and just accept my indirect kiss," you instructed before slipping the spoon between his sharp teeth.
"You little shit," he growled, taken off guard before running after you once you bolted from the counter and to the living room.
Squealing, you tried to outrun him and call for help but he caught up to you in no time. His arms scooping you up before falling back onto the couch. You laughed and squirmed in his lap from being tickled so harshly and trying not to make a mess with the pint of ice cream still in your hand.
"You're a pain in my ass you know that," he chuckled and continued to tickle.
"Y-yes, I have succeeded – hah, in life!"
This only made Kirishima tickle you with more force, your laughter reaching a higher pitch along with squeals and pleas. This whole situation was the opposite of what the man needed right now but getting along with you actually came to him so easily and just made everything that much more difficult for him.
He meant what he said to Sero, he would ease up on you but he had a feeling that would be his downfall and that sooner or later, he'd completely succumb to you.
"Yo fam, I'm glad you're getting along and shit, but can you please keep from getting ice cream on the couch," Denki requested from the other side of the room.
"Only when she begs me to stop!" Kirishima smirked.
You smirked back, trying to stay serious but the giggles and smiles wouldn't stay back.
"Oh getting kinky are we?"
Rolling his eyes and grabbing a couch pillow, Kirishima placed it over your face, lightly pulling your head back against his shoulder.
"I change my mind, go to sleep."
“Eijirou," you whined underneath the pillow.
The red-head moved it out of the way and craned his neck to look at you, "Yes?"
After wiping tears from your eyes and catching your breath, you looked at the man with the biggest puppy dogs eyes and lips pouting as you melted more into his chest, head lulling on him.
"Please stop Eijirou, I'll be a good girl."
Kirishima's fingers still dug into your flesh, but stopped tickling, he inhaled deeply staring at you and trying his hardest not to break from the pathetic yet adorable look you gave, not to mention how your voice was like velvet when it spoke.
"Tch, you're so eager to please huh," he breathed out and let his hands finally rest on your hips before hooking his chin over your shoulder.
You hummed and started to eat the ice cream, after taking a bite you offered one to Kirishima, to which he didn't deny this time. You smiled and sunk down lower into his chest and lap, snuggling close and sharing the cold treat together.
It wasn't long before Bakugou, Shouto and Sero made their way back in. Bakugou smirked upon seeing you and Kirishima all cozy on the couch together.
"Tone it down my ass," he mumbled to no one in particular before joining everyone in the living room.
The guys talked among themselves, you and Kirishima would chime in here and there as you ate the ice cream. You learned more about everyone's interests and hobbies and they learned more about you.
Between conversations, Kirishima would make small talk with you himself. As the night went on you learned so much more about the red-head in one night than you did in a month. Apparently he was a big foodie, went to the gym before and after work on most days, he played video games in his spare time – he'd actually spend a lot of nights gaming with Sero.
You also found out that his hair was indeed dyed red and that black was it's natural color. With a smile you asked if you could touch his hair, he smirked and allowed it. Turning in his lap sideways you reach a hand over, running your fingers through the thick and surprisingly soft spiky locks.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this, I just really love your hair. In fact – you all have really amazing hair. Eventually I will pet every single one of your heads!"
"That’s what she said," Denki snorted from his spot on the other couch.
Rolling your eyes, you flipped him off and focused on Kirishima again.
His hands were rubbing your back and resting on your thigh casually, your arm rested around his shoulder and your hand played with the back portion of his hair. Neither of you registered what was happening, it just felt that normal. The red-head looked down to your thigh as his finger brushed across the jeans.
"Did they hurt?"
You looked down and tugged the corner of your lip up briefly while shrugging.
"Well they didn't exactly feel good but I survived. I wasn't able to heal them completely as you can tell but they look a lot better than what they did, trust me."
Kirishima sighed and flattened his palm over your thigh, he could still vividly see the scars even if they were clothed now. His gut churned and blood boiled as he imagined what you must've endured, how hard you probably cried and screamed.
Lost in thought, Kirishima didn't notice how you rested your head on his chest and curled up closer into him with a yawn. He didn't notice how his arms subconsciously wrapped around and held you, one hand petting your (h/c) locks and the other holding your thigh and his thumb rubbing it.
"Who the hell did all of this to you," he asked softly, his cheek resting on your forehead.
You huffed a breath of air, pulling your hands close to your chest and turning to nuzzle more into him, feeling more and more tired in his warm embrace.
"Eij, I think prying counts as being rude. You've been doing so good on this bet," you replied with a yawn.
Kirishima held up his wrist and checked the time on his watch before lowering it back to your thigh, "It's almost 1 am, the bet is over, so I'm allowed to pry."
"Ugh ... it was my ex alright," you replied with a tired aggravation and snuggled even more against him, the top of your head brushing under his chin.
"Your ex could be anyone, what's his name?"
"Kiri, please, let's just drop it. Maybe another time," you whined into his chest.
Kirishima sighed in defeat, not saying anything else. He looked around to see all his friends either quietly chatting or passed out on the floor and couches. You slowly started to grow heavier in his hold while small sleepy moans left your lips. With a smirk the man gently motioned for someone's attention, catching Sero's. He asked his friend to go start his truck and to turn the heater on full blast, letting the vehicle warm up so it wouldn't be freezing cold once he decided to leave.
After a while all the men started to get up themselves to head home. Kirishima rose from the couch with you still in his arms, Bakugou gathered your things for him and everyone walked outside besides Denki who was fast asleep on the floor. Sero lightly pat your head and kissed it before waving everyone off, Shouto and Deku headed for the vehicle they came in with Bakugou and he followed Kiri to his truck. The blonde helped by opening the door for him and watched as Kirishima sat you inside the vehicle with the utmost care and covered you with his own jacket.
He shut the door and turned to see Bakugou lighting up another cigarette with a smirk.
"You really think you can keep this bullshit up?"
"I don't know," Kirishima replied as he looked back through the window at you sleeping.
"Well you better figure it the fuck out, before someone else takes her – maybe me," the blonde chuckled before being decked in the shoulder.
The two men playfully shoved the other before saying goodbye and parting ways. Kirishima got into the vehicle and buckled up, his eyes glanced down to you and he smiled before putting the truck in drive and heading home. After driving for a while you started to stir awake, arms stretching and yawns leaving your lips. You curled the jacket on you closer, sitting up straight and looking at Kirishima.
"Have a nice nap little one," he questioned warmly.
"I guess so, sorry I passed out on you Kiri."
He shook his head, reassuring you it wasn't a huge deal. The two of you sat in silence a while longer until you laid back against the console facing up and looking out the sunroof of the vehicle at the blurry stars.
"Hey Ei, I know its past midnight and the bet is over but – do you mind rubbing my head. I don't usually drink and now I have a major headache."
The red-head didn't even give it a thought, his arm reaching over and fingers instantly massaging your scalp. A toothless smile formed on your lips with a hum.
"So – once I get out of this truck, are you going to go back to hating me?"
The question was so loaded and you sounded so small when asking it.
"What is with you and thinking I hate or despise you (Y/N)?"
"Well, from the start I've never exactly gotten a warm feeling from you Kiri. First you strongly stated how you felt about me working at the shop. Then there's you always giving me the cold shoulder or just acting like you don't want me around at all. I mean – what have you done to make me think otherwise? You were only so nice to me tonight because of a stupid bet."
Kirishima sighed and rubbed his head briefly with his other hand, he already had to go through this conversation with the guys and he really didn't feel like going through it again with you.
"Look I have my reasons for acting like a dick towards you and I know it's not right, I promise I'll ease up okay?"
"And what exactly are your reasons Kiri?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, I said I'd be nicer, so that should be enough."
You grabbed his wrist, stopping his hand from rubbing your scalp any longer and looked directly at him.
"No, that's not enough! I've thought about it over and over, what exactly I did to make you not like me and I can never put my finger on it, you tell me there's a reason and I want to know, I deserve to know!"
Kirishima groaned and stopped the vehicle, you released his hand and sat up to look around, seeing that you were home. You turned in the seat towards the tattooed man and titled your head.
"I'm waiting."
"When you tell me who your ex is and why he went to so far to hurt you, then I'll tell you why."
"No! These are two completely different situations Kirishima, my past has nothing to do with you, it's just that – the past. This is now, you don't get to just hate me for no reason," you snapped back, hands bracing the middle console as you leaned over it and closer to the red-head.
He growled and leaned over the console as well as the argument heated up.
"I already told you I don't fucking hate you – you fucking brat!"
"Then tell me why you're such a dick to me you spiky haired bastard!"
Your faces were now less than an inch away from the other, both breathing hot and anger filled air, eye contact never breaking.
"Why do you fucking care so much huh? You've got everyone else wrapped around your little finger, is that not enough for you? Or do you have to capture everyone's fucking attention in order to survive?"
Your eyes squinted at him and your fingers came up to flick his forehead.
"Fuck you Kirishima, continue being fucking bitter for no apparent reason and see where it gets you."
"I'm sure I'll get further than some little attention wh–" he stopped abruptly and clenched his jaw before anything else could come out.
You quirked a brow and looked at him in a challenging way.
"I'm sorry, a what? If that's how you really feel Kirishima then grow a fucking pair and finish that – mph!"
Your words were cut short by a pair of lips colliding with your own and a hand pulling at the collar of your coat.
Everything happened so quickly, one second you were in your own seat and the next you were straddling Kirishima's lap in the driver's seat, lips chasing each other in a fit a rage and passion. His hands tried to grab at your face, hips and ass but you slapped them away each time until he finally got fed up, taking your wrists in one hand and holding them up to pin against the roof of the vehicle. He overpowered you with ease, his free arm wrapping around your waist and pulling it closer to his, flushing your chest with his.
You managed to break away from the kisses, panting onto his lips as his sharp teeth nipped on your bottom lip.
"Why are you – "
"To shut you the fuck up," he growled in response before capturing your lips again.
Kirishima's mouth was in control of everything, setting a slow and rough pace that was also desperate. It felt like kissing fire, it was hot and wrong but at the same time pulling you in even more with it's flames. Sharp teeth nipped and tugged at your lip, causing you to gasp at the slight pain before they disappeared and found the flesh of your jaw.
"Eijirou," you whined, feeling your wrists grow sore from how harshly he pinned them and arms starting to feel like jelly.
He released them instantly, tangling the now free hand into your hair and pulling your head to the side to expose more skin. Your hands wrapped around the side of his neck and one trekked into his own hair and lightly tugged when his teeth dragged along your neck.
Kirishima was losing it, something in him broke and there was nothing to hold on to, to keep him sane. The way your body melted into his rough touches along with the way his name and other intoxicating sounds fell from your lips, it was overwhelming and he craved more. You were craving more yourself as your hands brought his face back up for another hot kiss before breaking it and staring into his dark ruby eyes.
He stared back into those (e/c) eyes with a small smirk, your cheeks were flushed as you panted. Your lips were kiss swollen, plump, soft and – bleeding?
The smirk on Kirishima's face instantly faded and he stared at the crimson colored liquid on your skin, the sight made the gruesome images of his own reoccurring nightmare flash before his eyes.
Your body cold and limp, covered in blood while he held you close and cried.
All the color drained from his face and immediately his hands were harshly pushing you back against the steering wheel, causing the horn to go off and you to jump. He loosened the hold just enough for the horn to stop but still keeping you at a safe distance.
"Fuck," he hissed, "your lip."
You looked back at him, confused before bringing a hand up and touching your lip. Pulling it back there was a small droplet of blood smeared on the pad of your fingertip, you smirked and shook your head.
"That's nothing Ei," you replied before pressing your fingers to the lip and healing it, "See, we're all good. Maybe next time warn me before you just attack me like that though."
You chuckled and Kirishima quirked a brow.
"Don't worry, there won't be a next time."
The light-hearted mood in you quickly dissipated at Kirishima's cold tone. To say you were confused was a fucking understatement. This man had just come onto you, he initiated this whole thing, his lips were on yours first, his hands were pulling you closer – it was all him!
"Wha – what the fuck was that then Kirishima?"
"It was nothing, just drop it. Now get your stuff and let's –"
"No! I'm not going to just drop it! You came onto me! You don't get to kiss and touch me like that and just say it's nothing!"
Kirishima groaned and suddenly you were pulled back close to his face, a hardened fist curled into the collar of your jacket, slowly ripping it with a look on his face that emulated pissed off.
"Like what huh, like how I kiss every other broad? News flash little one, you're not special – maybe to those other idiots but not to me."
Your glared at the man before you, "I call bullshit Kirishima, you're hiding something fro – "
"Think whatever you want, I said it meant nothing – you mean nothing to me, got it?"
A knot was forming in your chest, fire spreading through your veins at the harsh words that Kirishima hissed in your face.
Looking down, your hand gripped at his, ignoring the pain when his hardened skin cut your palm. You jerked it from the clothing and he released the quirk but it was too late, blood was dripping from your hand.
He went to grab it, to inspect it but you clutched it to your chest and moved from his lap to the other seat, quickly grabbing your bag, digging through it furiously. Tears were wanting to fall but you sucked them down with a sniffle.
Kirishima caught the smallest of glimpses of your face, teeth clenching and lips quivering, glassy eyes that blinked away small tears. His jaw tightened and his heart shattered, the words he said in a fit of rage suddenly hitting him. Kirishima didn't mean it and he definitely didn't intend on harming you.
Before he could backtrack and apologize, your hand collided with his chest, making him grunt and look down as it vanished and a bloody $100 bill fell into his lap.
"You fucking earned it," you replied with a seething yet shaky tone.
Kirishima went to turn and say something but you were already slamming the truck door shut, walking away towards the building and disappearing into the snow. He looked down to the piece of worthless paper, a hard hand crumbling it to pieces.
You hurried inside to your apartment, quickly opening and closing the door behind you before sliding down it and sinking to the floor. Your head fell into your hands as sobs erupted from deep within, shaking your body violently.
For the rest of the early morning those words played on an endless loop but your mind and body wouldn't let you forget the feeling of Kirishima's lips and hands, and the way he held you close all night.
"I don't believe you," you whispered out to no one in particular.
Curling up into yourself, slumping over on the floor and screwing your eyes shut. The crying went on for what felt like hours, more and more until exhaustion finally took over your emotionally wrecked body and into its own arms.
#crimson ink#kirishima eijirou x reader#eijirou kirishima x reader#tattoo shop au#hitmen au#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha fanfic#mha fanfic#slow burn#eventual smut#angst#violence
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FFT: your days are numbered; jon moxley
Notes:
So... I started writing what I thought was gonna be a feral!alpha Mox universe.. and surprise, surprise... I wrapped it up in 3 titles. But.. But.. I’m seriously considering actually writing the entire thing at some point. But I don’t know just yet. It’s one of those wild hairs / brain itches I can’t seem to get rid of, tbh. Anyway, this is part 1 there are two others that go with this. I’m gonna try to post them all close together, we shall see.
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Summary:
It was the one thing he never thought he’d find.. Her.. Now he has to figure out a way to get her away from Shawn Spears. But once he has her all to himself, how will everything work out? Can he show her he’s not like the rest?
Pairing:
Jon Moxley x OFC, Grace
Warnings:
Mentions of violence, heavy alphaxomega implications, feral alpha.
The sweet and slightly tangy scent was back again and it had Mox tensing all over, pacing the hallway and clenching then unclenching his fists. He’d never felt more like a caged animal than he did this very moment.
Mox didn’t fucking like it. Oh, he liked the comfort knowing that he did have a mate and that he finally knew where she was and she was close.. It was the feeling like a caged animal that Mox couldn’t stand, that had him seething.
He’d been trying to shove it out all day but he’d yet to actually succeed. Trying to follow the scent trail to find her was futile, he always seemed to get wherever she’d been as she’d just left the area.
Oh, he had his suspicions about who she was. And even more suspicions about why she was kept so scarce, dangled just within his reach. These suspicions were confirmed almost the second the scent started to get really strong and Mox’s mouth began to water as fangs pricked at his gums, threatening to puncture through skin.
His cock was so hard it fucking hurt to breathe.
Mox knew exactly what this meant and he knew exactly why if he were to try and follow his nose again, he’d just miss her, again.
And frankly?
It was really starting to bring forth Mox’s inner animal. And Mox wasn’t in the mood to reign it in either.
Someone was staring at him, he could feel their eyes.
He turned and the scent of her got so fucking strong. He sniffed the air and bit back a groan as his eyes met hers. She kept staring, biting her lip and fidgeting. He picked right up on the unease in her scent and he felt that Alpha kicking in, taking over. Whoever had her uneasy was going to have hell to pay at his hands. He stopped himself, took a deep breath and tried to rationalize what was going on right now, all the while, staring right at her. He was honestly afraid to look away, afraid he’d look back and she’d be gone again.
… fuck… i’m done for… i’d kill for her.. Mine… all mine…
He took a step forward, intending to make his way over to her side, his rightful place, but Shawn Spears stepped between them and stared him down, arms folded over his chest.
“The fuck do you think you’re about to do, huh?” Shawn chuckled and shook his head. Behind him, he felt her tense up, felt her tugging at his hand.
“Not now.” Shawn’s words were sharp when he addressed Mox’s omega and Mox saw the way she flinched. He growled quietly, shoving himself against the guy. “I’m about to talk to her. Somethin you apparently don’t fuckin know how to do. My question to you, man is..” he shoved at Shawn again, “who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Keepin her from me.”
“Keeping her… From you. That’s rich, considering she’s mine.”
Mox’s eyes happened to settle on her and he shook his head, snorting as if he refused to accept what Shawn was saying. Which he did, with every fiber of his being. He couldn’t help but notice the way she seemed tense around Shawn. Almost like she didn’t want to be near the guy, let alone, be trotted out like arm candy or a trophy.
The thought of it sickened him.
The thought of it had him wanting to rip Shawn Spears limb from limb. If she weren’t standing there, he most likely would have.
His Omega was the only tether keeping Shawn Spears tied to this mortal plane. But just as soon as she’s somewhere safe, bet your entire ass, Mox found himself thinking, I’m gonna fuck you up. They’re gonna need special qualifications to identify the body down at the morgue when I’m done with you.
He never said a word, just calmly shoved at Shawn again. Shawn shoved back, not even bothering to move her out of harms way. It fell to Mox to do or say something to get her the fuck away from the fight that was about to take place.
“Hey, uh Blondie?”
She seemed to both perk up and tense at being directly spoken to by him. It really gave Mox a clear picture about how shit worked between Shawn and Mox’s kept Omega. The thought only made Mox clench his fists tighter. His reasons for snapping were growing more and more and his reasons to stay calm, while greater, were shrinking with each second that passed.
He got the sense about his Omega.. She was the shy sort. Timid, probably easily spooked. And it didn’t take an idiot to guess how Shawn might have picked right up on that fact and somehow worked his way in, used it to his advantage.
And that only further fuelled the rage within.
All Grace could do was tense up and watch the growing confrontation in concern. When Mox addressed her, she shifted her gaze to him and swallowed hard, trying to get her mouth and brain to work together.
… say something… She coaxed herself, but it didn’t work. She was still caught in the grips of her shock that she had a true Alpha, he was here and from the way he acted and the heavy notes of concern and desire his scent held, what Shawn claimed -that she wouldn’t be wanted, was a blatant lie, most likely cooked up by the man to keep her from waiting it out and trying to hope against hope that her true Alpha presented himself.
Knowing that, she just found herself disgusted with what was going on currently. All she wanted was to go to Mox, to be with him. To give herself over to him completely without hesitation.
She tried to push past Shawn, to go to Mox, but Shawn reached out, grabbing for her hand, jerking her right back behind him. He turned and eyed her, glaring. “You belong to me. You better remember that.”
“ I don’t belong to anyone.” Grace attempted to be assertive, but Shawn laughed and then mumbled in a lower tone, “You will, soon enough.”
“The hell I will.” Grace answered, shrinking away from him when he stepped closer. The only reason she even agreed to this stupid gimmick in the first place is the higher ups not wanting unmated Omegas roaming wild and free in the back, playing havoc on the unmated Alphas and causing chaos.
If she’d known Mox was her true Alpha, - or that he’d even have been a little interested in the whole concept of a bond like he apparently was come to find out, she never would have just agreed to valet Shawn.
If she could turn back the clock.. Knowing what she was aware of now, she never would have even given Shawn a second glance because Mox was quite literally everything she’d ever hoped for in an Alpha and then some. She locked eyes with Mox and Mox nodded to the side of where they all stood, trying to get her to move.
She tried to but Shawn, being the slippery eel he was known for, moved her right in front of him, smirking just as soon as Mox immediately stepped back just to keep himself from hurting his Omega. Shawn gave a dark chuckle at the action and scoffed. “I thought you were reckless, Mox. I thought you didn’t give a fuck about anyone but you. Don’t tell me you’re gonna go weak now, hmm? This is gonna be easier than I thought.”
Mox growled, stepping right back up. The movement put him right against her which was good, it meant he could get hands on her, get her out of the way and make one hundred percent certain that she was safe and remained safe.
Mox glanced down at the blonde Omega nestled between himself and Shawn and he boldly reached down, grabbing hold of her hips, pulling her closer to himself, glaring at Shawn the whole time, daring the other Alpha to do something.
Shawn stepped closer, every intention of doing the same thing, but Mox was quicker and he carefully plucked his Omega from between the two, raising to full height, smirking at Shawn as he did so. A quiet growl came from both males and Mox leaned in a little.
“Know what, Spears? I think I’m just gonna take her. I mean, she’s mine anyway. And you treat her like shit. She’s shakin she’s so goddamn scared of you.”
“It’s this.. The fighting.. That’s not helping…” Grace spoke up at last, even though her voice was almost a whisper. The whole confrontation was making her uncomfortable, the fact was only slightly mitigated by Mox staying close and providing her with just a little calm. “Definitely him though.. The way I know he’s gonna get angry later.” it slipped out before she could stop it, sealing Shawn Spears’ fate.
Shawn’s place in Grace’s life was reaching a speedy expiration. His days as her so called Alpha were numbered. If Mox had his way about how things played out, it was all going to end tonight.
Tully showed up before the fight could really even get started, whispering to Shawn. When Shawn tried to shove through Mox to grab her, Mox shoved him down onto the floor, leaning over Shawn, hauling him up by the collars of his vest, sneering in his face. “You ain’t gonna lay a hand on her. Ya not even gonna fuckin look at her. I’ll fuckin kill ya. Get lost you little bitch.” Mox let him fall back to the floor and Shawn sprang up, hitting Mox in the head from behind when he turned and he was more focused on Grace than he was on Shawn and any attempt at retaliation he might make.
Mox leaned into her, cupping her cheeks, staring down into her eyes. “Ya gonna be okay.”
Grace managed a nod and clung to Mox to stay on her feet when Shawn crashed into the two from behind. Mox growled quietly, whispered into her ear, “My changin room.. It’s down the hall. Get ya ass in there. I won’t be a second tops.”
“Mox, no..”
“Go, damn it. I’m gonna fuckin rip his head off. I don’t want you out here in the middle.”
His tone was firm enough to send a coating of slick rushing down her inner thighs and after a second, she was finally tapped on the shoulder by Riho, who grabbed hold of her wrist and muttered quietly about needing to get her out of harms way, whisking her off and away down the hall.
Mox whirled around and grabbed a chair in one fluid motion. The chair met Shawn’s head and Shawn grabbed at it next, trying to shove it into Mox’s midsection. The fight was just reaching that point of out of control when Cody ran down the hall, with some of the others, quick to break the two up.
“I want him in that ring! Tonight! He’s tryin to take my Omega.”
“You want me, Spears? You fuckin got me. And you won’t even be alive to breathe on her when I’m through with you.”
“So, you two are getting a match tonight. To settle this. Until then, Mox, Grace stays with you.” Cody spoke up, looking from one man to the other. Mox nodded, smirking at Shawn, reaching out to give the man one last good shove. “Works for me, boss. I’ll see you tonight, sunshine.” Mox snarled at Spears before stalking off, heading in the direction of his changing room… He had to make sure Grace was okay. If that asshole had done anything to her and Mox found out, then tonight, Mox was going to make doubly sure he ended Shawn Spears.
Shawn Spears’ days were numbered. He was quite literally, a dead man walking.
#jon moxley fanfiction#jon moxley fanfic#jon moxley oneshot#jon moxley imagine#jon moxley fic#// this is part of an untamed!alpha universe I started and badly want/need to finish
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@freebooter4ever mentioned using my sexy Scrabble idea for Sledgefu so...here it is lol!
Quick full disclosure for part of this fic: I can’t recall if I originally put their bathroom in their room, or just near their room but in the hall in Eugene’s parent’s old house. So I just winged it. If you remember I had it different in past fic...uh, then let’s just pretend they remodeled for the sake of my poor memory lmao.
Title is the score in Scrabble for a certain word...what Snafu and Eugene do in this lol. Bonus points if you guess the word.
My love to all who read/like/reblog!
“This is stupid,” Eugene said, but laughed as he put down his word.
“Rod? That’s the best you got?”
“You sure like mine well enough,” Eugene teased.
“...fair enough,” Snafu replied, scribbling down the score. “Still behind though, and I bet you had a better word.”
“I did, but it wasn’t sexy! If this is gonna be for foreplay, I’m not putting down ‘lox,’“ Eugene sighed, and grabbed new tiles from the small velvet bag set to the side of them on the floor. “Lox isn’t sexy.”
“Would be if I was eatin’ it with you,” Snafu grinned, and set his tiles on the board.
“Boner. Lovely.”
Snafu shrugged. “I think it counts. You like when I have one, and you give ‘em to me often enough.”
“We can’t just make words for and about cocks the whole game.”
“You sure? That sounds like a challenge to me,” Snafu blew him a kiss, and looked at his new tiles. “...that I might fail. How the hell am I gonna use these?”
“Get creative,” Eugene replied, and studied the board briefly before placing his tiles down.
“Dick? What happened to no more words about cock?”
“I said we couldn’t do all of the words like that, not that we couldn’t have a few more,” Eugene smiled. “Write my score down, don’t lose track of that.”
Snafu frowned. “Is this still sexy? Is this really doing it for you? I know you get competitive about this game, and when you get competitive you get horny but-oh well, I’ll be.”
Eugene moved from his position of laying sideways on the floor to sitting up, showing exactly how much of an effect the game was having.
Snafu stared at the board, then back at Eugene. “Fuck.”
“Me, or the board, or...”
“No, I was gonna make the word ‘fuck’ as a reaction, but it won’t fit on here without breaking a rule.”
“You followin’ the rules, just for me?” Eugene murmured, and leaned over the board for a kiss.
“Ah, I don’t think so!” Snafu said, leaning back and covering his tiles. “Sneaky!”
“I’m not trying to cheat, you know I wouldn’t do that!”
“I don’t know...Horny Eugene would do a lot of things. Maybe even cheat at Scrabble,” Snafu said warily.
“Snafu.”
“I’m just sayin’, I don’t know that my tiles are safe if I stop to kiss you.”
“Merriell!”
“Win some more points, and maybe I’ll give you a kiss,” Snafu replied.
“Maybe?”
There was that grin again, bright as the sun. “We’ll see. Maybe I’ll start winning, and I won’t want to stop.”
“But I can start somethin’ else you won’t wanna stop,” Eugene said. He had thought this wouldn’t really get him that worked up, had suggested it mostly as a joke, and maybe it was just that he had started the game already wanting to jump Snafu’s bones, but he didn’t want to wait any longer now.
Snafu leaned close over the board to meet him, let his lips ghost over Eugene’s. “Then win some more points, and we can start that.”
He slipped back before Eugene could kiss him, and Eugene whined.
“Don’t whine, play!
He slapped some tiles down, the closest he could get to anything sexy.
“Best? As in-”
“You have the best ass, best cock, best lips, best everything I’ve ever seen, and I desperately want to be touching it,” Eugene interrupted. “Can I, now?”
Snafu scribbled the score, and sighed. “’Fraid not yet, darlin’. Need a few more points.”
“This isn’t a goddamn carnival game, where I need points or tickets-”
“No, it isn’t, but I’m having fun makin’ it that a little bit,” Snafu interrupted with a giggle. “And hold onto that idea. I could write up sex tickets.”
“Oh my god...”
“Except you win my cuddly ass, instead of a big ole teddy bear. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“You, shoutin’ my name with my cock inside of you sounds even better,” Eugene said, and smiled at the blush that immediately flooded Snafu’s face.
“Okay then. Let’s get more serious. Two more turns, counting the one you just took. Whoever has the highest score at the end gets to decide how we start this, what position, whatever.”
“Long as we make it quick, I don’t care,” Eugene replied.
Snafu smirked. “Oh yeah? ‘Cause I gotta tell ya, Gene, I got bad letters right now. Don’t know if I can make any word, let alone a sexy one. I might be a bit, workin’ on this.”
“Skip your turn then, I’ll go,” Eugene was bouncing on his heels, resisting the urge to unbutton his pants and adjust his now uncomfortably hard cock.
“I didn’t say that. Besides, pretty sure we already messed up on who was supposed to go next.”
“Please,” Eugene knew it wasn’t attractive really, the begging, but this had gotten out of his hands, and he now realized exactly how strong this odd kink was for him.
Snafu gave him a look, but instead of playing, turned his tiles around to Eugene before undoing his pants and letting his half-hard cock slip out. “Go on.”
“What?”
“Finish the game with what tiles we have out, yours and mine. You do that, you get to choose the position. If you can’t hold out, then I get to choose. And all the while-”
Snafu interrupted himself, got up and ran to the nearest restroom, returning with a small container of Vaseline. “I’ll make myself ready. Or as ready as I can get without fully undressing on the carpet.”
“It’s just us!”
“And we just cleaned the carpet!” Snafu protested back. “I can do the rest in our room, on sheets that aren’t as much of a pain to clean pre-come off of.”
He really did try. He had plenty of tiles and space to work with on the board, but the sight of Snafu leaned back against the edge of the chair nearest him, jacking himself off, eyes with those thick lashes shut and mouth hanging open, made it impossible work.
“You win,” he whined as he shoved the board and tiles aside, letting them scatter across the carpet. “Whatever you want, however you want, just please-”
Snafu’s lips met his hard enough to hurt, but he relished it. He did his best to keep Snafu’s lips on his as Snafu stood, fumbling not to trip or lose his pants completely as he led Eugene up the stairs to their bedroom.
“Get undressed, and on the bed,” Snafu instructed as they stumbled into the room. “No touching yourself. Wait for me.”
They had mounted a mirror on the door of the bathroom in their room, and at the right angle, could see whatever the other one was doing while in there.
In this case, from the bed, Eugene could see Snafu shedding his clothes, then leaning against the edge of the tub as he toyed with himself, slicking a few fingers with the Vaseline he’d carried up with them.
It was torture, more so because he couldn’t touch himself or Snafu. He was so close to all of it, his cock throbbing, and he couldn’t do a damn thing.
Snafu was taking his sweet time too, as if he was alone at home, messing with himself for his own fun only.
But occasionally his gaze would drift up, and Eugene could catch it in the mirror, watch Snafu grin and giggle at seeing how desperate Eugene was for more. He said nothing, but his eyes told it ‘You wait until I’m good and ready.’
The moaning didn’t help either. Snafu was never one to be quiet unless it was a challenge, fucking in the backyard or touching each other discreetly as possible somewhere hidden but still somewhat public. But now, there was no reason to be quiet, and so he wasn’t. It wasn’t anything understandable, just breathy moans and whines, greedy-sounding chuckles, and groans whenever he hit a point too close, just at the edge of losing control.
And it was driving him utterly fucking mad.
Finally, Snafu waltzed in to the room, confident strides with occasional strokes of his cock. He tossed the Vaseline container to Eugene and nodded.
He couldn’t move fast enough, pulling the container lid off and tossing it to a corner of the room before slicking his cock.
Snafu didn’t wait more than a moment after he was done before slowly sliding onto his cock, moaning deliciously as he did.
It took everything in him not to come right then. He was oversensitive from waiting, from amping himself for the moment. It left him in a delicate and beautiful fog, watching Snafu take the lead to fuck him like it was his only goal in life.
Snafu reminded him of velvet so often. The way his fingers felt on Eugene’s skin, how he draped over him in bed at night, the sensation of his lips on Eugene’s, and the way he felt when Eugene was inside of him. He was never one for luxurious things like velvet, but Snafu was the one luxury he always wanted in his life, that he’d give anything to have around.
He drifted, letting the sensations take over, moving his hips only at Snafu’s prodding, to make Snafu whine and groan. He wasn’t sure (and for that matter, didn’t care) how long they were at it before he couldn’t take it anymore.
Still, Snafu beat him to the end, tight around his cock, warm cum jettisoned onto Eugene’s chest while Snafu shook gently and moaned.
He took the chance to adjust them, to sit up and pull Snafu close, kissing him as he came.
It took a good few minutes to come back down to Earth, Snafu slumped against him, pressing soft kisses to his neck.
“You know we can’t play this at Game Night with Sid and Mary anymore, right? They’re gonna be tryin’ to beat us, and we’ll be hard as fuck, beatin’ our-”
Eugene laughed and moved to kiss Snafu’s lips. “Just for us then. Bet you I can win the next game.”
Snafu kissed him back, gentle, and there was that velvet again. “I’m ready to play again soon as you are.”
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FIC: Beneath an Aurora Sky ch. 14
Summary: The South Pole Station is equipped for research and Edge has always made sure things run smoothly for the inhabitants. His charges are meant to follow his rules and regulations, and in turn, he makes sure they survive in the arctic temperatures. It takes plenty of hard work and determination and Edge, along with his crew, can handle both.
He wasn’t counting on one of the newest researchers. He wasn’t expecting Rus.
Tags: Spicyhoney, First Time, Arctic AU, Hurt/Comfort
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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four
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Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve
Chapter 13
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Edge hadn’t meant to fall asleep again. After a delightful enjoyable shower with Rus, a far cry from the perfunctory washing up he did on his own, they’d fallen back into his bed, curling up together and somewhere in the midst of holding each other, Edge must have fallen asleep.
The space on the mattress next to him was empty, the sheets cool. That Rus was able to sneak out while he was sleeping made him frown.
Once, no one would have been able to sneak up on him unawares, sleeping or not. He’d never had any other bed companions at the station for comparison, so whether he was simply losing his touch or his trust in Rus was enough to allow for it, he couldn’t say.
He rolled over, pressing his face into the sheets and inhaling deeply. Beneath the crispness of laundry detergent was a sweet scent Edge was getting to know entirely too well, especially for one he wasn’t going to have for very long. But he could already tell he was going to miss it.
None of his other sexual partners had ever been so playful, nothing more than taking the time to satisfy their needs. With Rus, their brief time beneath the hot spray of water was filled with laughing and teasing, even as Rus slid to his knees, that grin of his turning sly. If only things were different, if he could stay--
He was a fool. Rus was hardly the first person he’d lost and at least he would be out in the world, alive and happy.
Enough of this. Edge started to sit up, but the crinkle of paper made him pause.
There was a note, written in brisk chicken-scratch on a scrap of paper.
had to get going on running those numbers. see you at dinner.
Beneath that was a row of what looked like x’s and o’s. He puzzled over that for a moment, then set it aside with a mental shrug. He’d ask Rus what it meant later.
For now, he was far off his normal schedule and there was plenty of work of his own to get done.
Pushing aside his own foolishness, Edge climbed out of bed and dressed, flicking on the coffee pot to brew and straightening the blankets briskly as he waited. By the time he sat at his desk with a fragrant cup of fresh coffee, he was feeling more himself.
The duty logs he only glanced over, trusting that Undyne and Red kept things in order while he was gone. He frowned to see an email marked as Important from the Institute blinking in his inbox. He skimmed the contents, his frown deepening with each sentence. The politely worded note stated that they might be receiving guests off the normal schedule time and that more information would be provided later.
That was unprecedented. Their station wasn’t easily accessible by anything other than a ship, a deliberate choice by the Institute as it put them in the position to offer rare, and expensive, opportunities for researchers. In proper weather, a helicopter could get to them and they had a landing site for one in case of emergency, but the only occasion they’d used it was over a year ago when a researcher came down with appendicitis.
No one had ever come in the middle of a session, and there was still over a month left with the current roster.
The reminder gave his soul an unpleasant twist. In a month, Rus would be gone, back to finish his thesis and earn the doctorate he was working so hard towards. Edge pushed that aside and focused on his paperwork. He’d known the state of things from the start, there was no point in getting maudlin about it now.
And the next time Undyne told him to have a little fun with a researcher, he’d tell her to shut up before she could even come up with a bet.
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It was nearly dinner by the time he worked through all his paperwork and emails. Edge stood and stretched out the kink in his spine and headed towards the mess hall, more than ready for a meal that wasn’t either freeze dried or in the shape of a bar.
He could hear the mealtime chatter from around the corner and through the windowed panel he could see all the researchers at the table were gathered around Rus, ignoring their own plates. Edge frowned and quietly pushed open the door.
“...it was something else, the snow was like looking through television static!” Rus was saying, his hands following along with the spoken words and now he could see Bonnie was in the room as well, leaning against the wall by the kitchen door, watching intently. “i couldn’t see a damn thing, all i could do was follow the gps and hope it wasn’t gonna lead me into a drift the cat couldn’t get out of and they’d find me frozen solid when the storm ended.” Most of the researchers were a riveted audience, hanging on every word. Even the older Man, the geologist with the aura of arrogance was listening with interest.
“That sounds honestly terrifying,” one of them, the glaciologist, breathed, her eyes huge.
“yeah, i was about shitting bricks, which is saying something since skeletons...don’t.” Laughter rounded the table, but it didn’t break the tension. None of them even noticed Edge standing by the door, their attention was on Rus as he went on.
“seriously, thought i was gonna die. then these lights suddenly came out from the dark. first i was thinking maybe it was the angel coming to take me home, but instead, it was the boss showing up to save my ass.”
Rus looked directly at him and a dozen sets of wide eyes followed, each filled with varying levels of hero worship as they swung his way. Edge resisted the urge to simply walk back out. He had no difficulty issuing orders and taking command, he wasn’t about to flee from a little adoration. He straightened his spine, meeting those looks evenly.
Undyne didn’t seem fooled by his poise. She was sitting at the end of the table, her boots propped up on the corner and she only grinning widely, her needle-sharp teeth gleaming.
It was a great deal more difficult to resist the urge to glare at her. Edge coughed uncomfortably. “It’s my job.”
“My job too, but you didn’t see me heading out in the storm,” Undyne said slyly. He gave her a sour look, knowing full well that she’d gotten trapped out in a storm last year with an entire team. They’d been forced to spend three days out in the shelters with no contact. Driving out on a known road with GPS guiding him was hardly any level of heroism here. “Boss must have balls of steel, eh, Rus?”
“not that i noticed,” Rus murmured, low. A faint blush warmed his cheekbones, but of course he couldn’t resist the joke. The glaciologist sitting closest to him heard and she disguised her laugh with a cough, but her look at Edge turned rather uncomfortably speculative.
“Enough,” Edge said crisply. He sat down on the bench and started piling food on his plate, splatting down potatoes with unnecessary force. “I did what was necessary and we came home safe. The end.”
Discontented sighs rounded table and Rus grinned wryly, “you’re a hellava storyteller, boss.”
His chosen title prickled strangely now when heard from Rus. It was better that Rus called him boss around the others, he knew, he was already going to have to be very careful not to incur any accusations of favoritism and he hardly wanted any of the other scientists calling him by his given name. But he wished he could ask Rus to simply call him Edge.
A sudden clap broke through his discontented thoughts and he turned to look at Bonnie, who signed with deliberate relish, He’s been bragging about you since he got here.
Not bragging if true, Rus signed back, though he didn’t say it aloud. The others seemed to realize this was the end of the tale, everyone wandered back to their own plates and Bonnie back to the kitchen. It was hard to miss the glances that kept coming Edge’s way. He supposed there was a certain amount of pride for them or perhaps security, settling underlying worries to hear that they would be retrieved in case such a thing happened to them.
The group settled in with their plates and notes, and the conversation dwindled to the sounds of eating. Red wasn’t there, he was likely still working on the Cat, checking it over to make sure the storm hadn’t done any damage. Bonnie was well familiar with his ways, she’d make sure he ate eventually.
Soon enough, the others finished, washing their plates and heading back to work on their research or to the rec room. Even Undyne was gone, with hardly more than a knowing look from her one good eye. The mess hall was empty but for him and Rus, who’d stopped pretending to pick at his plate five minutes ago.
The mouthful of noodles that was so delicious when he first took it was hastily chewed and swallowed, allowing Edge to ask, “Did you get your work done?”
“yeah.” Rus flipped his fork nimbly through his fingers the way a magician might walk a coin. “but it’s clearing up outside, so i need to get out for more measurements.” He almost sounded disappointed that he’d be able to work on the research that he’d paid so much to do. “might be out late.”
As casual as those words were, Edge could hear the layer of uncertainty beneath it. But Edge wasn’t interested in playing games, they had very little time together, Edge wasn’t about to waste any of it. “You know where my room is. The door won’t be locked.”
Tension eased in Rus’s shoulders and Edge wondered at it. What was going on in that skull of his, did he think that this was merely a one-night stand? That they’d spend the rest of his time here awkwardly circling each other until he was finally back on the boat?
“i’ll be there,” Rus said, “oh! speaking of locks, here’s your keys. figured i better give ‘em back before i lose them or something.”
He handed over the key ring and Edge took it, tucking it into his pocket. Rus stood, carrying his plate over to wash it and set in the drainer. Still, he lingered, hands tucked in his pockets and how was it that Rus seemed less bold now that they’d sex.
Edge wasn’t above a little teasing. “If you want a kiss, you’ll need to come get it.”
“oh, really?” Rus smirked then, uncertainty fading, “that how it is, boss?”
“Don’t.” Edge pushed his plate away and turned to sit backwards on the bench. “Not when we’re alone.”
That smirk softened and Rus nodded. “yeah, i get that. edge.”
The sound of his own name couched with deliberate sultriness made a shiver run down his spine. It took two steps for him to reach Rus, crowding him back against the sink.
With a single finger, Rus traced a line down the front of Edge’s shirt, following the shape of his ribs. “decided to bring me a kiss after all?”
“Yes,” Edge growled and he could see that throaty sound crackle in Rus’s eye lights. But when he leaned up, he only brushed his mouth lightly against Rus’s, ignoring his confusion as he stepped back. “Now go get to work.”
“sir, yes, sir,” Rus sighed in mock disappointment, “i’ll see you tonight.”
He turned on his heel and walked out, Edge watching the sway of his hips as he went. His own body was offering a fierce argument against letting him go, warring with his sense that knew he didn’t want Rus to fall behind in his research.
“Down, boy,” Edge murmured to himself alone. He retrieved his plate, washed and rinsed it, then headed back to his quarters. He still had more paperwork of his own to do, he’d be seeing Rus soon enough.
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His work was never ending between the station and the Institute, but hours later, even Edge was starting to run out of things to do. He kept on, working much later than normal, knowing he wouldn’t be able to sleep. Anticipation wasn’t a common indulgence for him and he couldn’t help but enjoy it, even as his impatience grew.
The light knock came well into the a.m. hours, the door cracking open and Rus stuck his head inside, his body quickly following. His face was skill flushed from being outside, his eye lights sparkling. Perhaps from the aurora blazing overhead but Edge liked to think some of that delight was for him.
That hope seemed proven when Rus said teasingly, “you didn’t need to wait up, i found my way back.”
“Who says I did?” Edge challenged. He kept working on a shipping report that didn’t need to be done for at least two weeks. “Let me finish this, then we can--” He let the sentence hang in the air, unfinished. Whatever Rus wanted, if only to sleep or to have sex, Edge was willing. The urge to simply be with Rus was driving him and he refused to be ashamed.
Rus stepped further into the room, peering over Edge’s shoulder curiously, “whatcha doing?”
Edge lowered the lid of his laptop enough to hide the screen. “I beg your pardon, you didn’t let me see your research.”
“Fair enough,” Rus laughed. He turned away, looking around the room curiously.
That morning wouldn’t have given him much time for an inspection, not that there was much to see. A sparse bookshelf, Edge was an avid reader but he prefered e-books to save on space. Most of the shelves held equipment necessary for living in the cold climate. There was one picture of his team, Undyne laughing, one arm around Alphys and the remaining fingers in her other hand held up in a ‘v’. His brother was slightly blurred and half out of the frame, caught only by Edge’s hand on the scruff of his shirt. Bonnie took the picture, but her shadow loomed over them all, a reminder of her presence.
Rus picked it up and studied it, setting it back down with care as he moved on, but there was little else to see. Edge kept his possessions minimal, a habit from a lifetime of moving on before they’d settled at the station. With nothing else to entertain, Rus flopped back onto the bed, mussing the blankets as he sprawled. His smile was unmistakably sly as he let his knees fall apart, hips rising as he stretched with a groan.
Ah. Paperwork could not hold Edge’s attention in the face of that invitation. He saved the order and closed his laptop, prowling the short distance to the bed. But instead of settling between those invitingly spread legs, he straddled Rus, grinding deliberately against him.
Rus’s sockets went wide, his eye lights huge and flustered, and Edge frowned.
“Do you not want to? You said you usually top.” Edge started to move off of him. But Rus caught his hips, holding him still.
“i do...just didn’t think you would,” Rus struggled to sit up, kissing him eagerly. They were both breathing heavily when they parted, the air between them rich with arousal, “thought you’d rather. um. have me. you’re so—”
Edge didn’t give him a chance to finish, pushing him back onto the mattress before yanking his shirt over his head. Now wasn’t the time to worry about useless stereotypes and Edge forgot them all by the time they were bare together and he was groaning at the feel of Rus deep inside him. Both hands balanced on Rus’s ribcage as he rode him, relishing every wet gasp, every groan of bliss as Rus gripped his hips and tried to urge him faster.
His own groans were pleasure-soaked but wordless.
Have me, he couldn’t say, take me, be inside me. I trust you. Words he’d never said to anyone, not even his own brother, and he couldn’t say them now.
He only hoped the sentiment carried through and by the time they were arched together, their soft cries of pleasure echoed between kisses, he thought perhaps it had.
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Morning came far too early, though waking with someone in his arms was a welcome change. Edge reminded himself not to grow accustomed to it. Their time was limited and he was only to take what was allowed to him.
Rus seemed less happy about the early hour than Edge, mumbling a creative amount of swearing as he stumbled to his feet.
“Breakfast is soon,” Edge said, implacably. “And you need plenty of calories to bolster your magic if you’re going outside often.”
“yeah, yeah,” Rus yawned, “thanks, boss, i know.” But his grin softened it and Edge only slapped him on the backside he’d only just covered with his pants.
When Rus made to pull on his wrinkled shirt, Edge tugged it away and replaced it with a clean one of his own. Pants he would allow for a few wears between washings, but doubling up on shirts was unacceptable. Laundry tokens were meant to be used.
There was plenty of time before breakfast as they headed out, Edge still holding Rus’s hand. There was no point in hiding their relationship, gossip had likely already rampaged through the other researchers, and if Edge were honest, he admitted that he was reluctant yet to let Rus go for the day.
That was how Red and Undyne found them, the two of them together filling the narrow hallway, giving no room to pass by.
“you!” Red snarled as he stormed up. His eye lights were blazing, fiery crimson filling the sockets.
“me?” Rus said, bewildered.
Edge slowly dropped his hand, drawing on the role of leader as he asked, “What’s wrong?”
"i knew it!” Red burst out, “i knew there was something about you! coming in, making all friendly!”
“Red, just tell the Boss,” Undyne said, low. Her expression was stony and cold, none of the raucous welcome she’d shown Rus before. She crossed her arms over her chest, her biceps bulging even through her sleeves, and somehow that was still less of a threat than Red’s ranting fury.
“one of the portable cores is missing!” Red snapped and a chill went down Edge’s spine. “you brought it back with you from the shelter and slotted it back into the charger, and now it’s gone. there’s no one else who has keys to the storage lockers but us,” he thrust an accusing finger at Rus, “and him.”
“me? i didn’t--” Rus protested. He was blinking too hard, his face too pale, strained.
Undyne interrupted him, coolly reminding, “Boss, he had your keys.”
“what? i only used them on the storage locker to get my gear,” Rus cried. “and even if no one had keys, someone could have forced that lock, it wasn’t exactly fort knox!”
“oh, yeah?” Red sneered. He stepped forward and Rus stumbled back, flinching from his hard, fierce gaze. “except no one else came anywhere near the lockers but you! what’s real interestin’ is there’s a blank in our recording equipment last night. so i checked the trackers and yours is pretty damn unusual. wanna explain this?”
He held up a printout, thrust it at Rus accusingly. It was covered with marks in bright red ink, circles and arrows scattered over the paper. “you start one place and two minutes later, you end up halfway around the station, wanna explain how that’s possible without you fucking with the data?”
A hectic flush blotched Rus’s cheek bones and a shadow fell across his strained face, “it’s...it’s part of my magic, i take shortcuts! it’s faster and i don’t spend as much time in the cold!”
“shortcuts, right,” Red snorted. He tossed the papers at Rus, making him flinch. “shortcuts to stash whatever shit you’re stealing!” Tension thrummed in his small body, both hands clenched into fists and Undyne snagged the back of Red’s jacket to hold him back as he barked out, “do you work for the embassy?”
“all monsters work for the embassy!” Rus snapped. “you’re the only ones who ever left!”
“yeah?” Red’s smile was coldly humorless, his jagged teeth gnashing, “or maybe some people think we ain’t so far gone. that what she thinks? queenie thinking that we still belong to her?”
“that’s not what i meant, i don’t-- i didn’t take anything!” He looked at Edge wildly, reaching out to him, his hand hesitant, but Edge could only stand with his brother and his damning evidence. His soul was pounding in his hearing, the sound of it smothering him as he numbly tried to remember everything he’d told Rus, any whispered secrets that should have been kept. He’d known better, should have known, the only ones he could trust were here in this station and he’d still allowed himself to forget, to play at something else.
The implications of the Embassy coming here to steal a portable Core were horrifying. For them to even know about it meant there were other spies in the past, the Queen who’d cast them out privy to any of the work Alphys did. What she could do with that knowledge would put Asgore’s atrocities to shame, with Core power it could be a war of the likes Humans had never seen. What else had Rus seen in the lab visiting Alphys, using his friendly cheer to gain access he never should have had.
The silence drew out. Distantly, he could hear other voices, the other scientists moving through the hallways unaware, heading for their breakfast and none of them knew what was happening so close by.
Rus’s face slowly crumpled, his pale eye lights on Edge as he said brokenly, "wh...but...can't you trust me at all?"
"why should he?" Red snarled before Edge could say a word. "the only thing he knows about you is the color of your cock!"
"That's enough!" Edge snapped.
Rus took a step back, looking like he'd been slapped. His eye lights skittered between the three of them and found no mercy, only cold glares coupled with Edge’s stoic silence.
Rus’s expression hardened, thin orange burning on his cheek bones. “fuck this. search my room if you think i‘m a thief.”
“oh, i already did,” Red assured him, “while you were busy cozying up with my bro!” He jerked his head at Edge. “maybe we should be searching his room, see if can figure out what else you pocketed.”
“search anything you want,” Rus spat, his breath heaving, almost a sob, “wanna search me?” He grabbed the hem of his shirt, Edge’s shirt, yanking it over his head, then the thermals, leaving him bare from the waist up. The long flat ribs and delicate collar bone Edge had caressed so gently that morning on display even as his hands went to his belt buckle.
“Stop,” Edge said hoarsely. Next to him, Undyne shifted uncomfortably but didn’t look away, only kept her hold on Red’s shirt. His brother stared flatly, unimpressed.
“oh, sorry, don’t like the show? i guess you’ve already seen it if you’ve been watching that close,” Rus sneered out. He was already shivering, the hallways weren’t as warm as the private rooms. “fuck all of you. i didn't take it!"
"yeah? then where is it?" Red shouted.
"I have it." The words came quietly from behind. They all turned in unison to see Alphys was standing there, looking small in her lab coat as she wrung her hands, fingers twisting.
"I t-t-took it last night,” she forced out, each word desperate, “Th-the cameras were off because I w-w-was doing some upgrades. I c-can’t work on anything else w-w-while that’s running, so i w-went to get the core device, i w-w-wanted to check the o-o-output after u-u-usage.” She was shaking, face flushed and spraying saliva as she struggled with her words, each one strangled out of her, “I d-d-didn’t think about how th-that w-would look. I d-didn't know you’d th-think it w-w-was, th-that it w-was--”
"Aww, honey, it wasn't your fault." Undyne went to her, kneeling to pull Alphys into her arms. She buried her long face into Undyne’s shoulder, clawed hands clutching at her gratefully. Red watched, stricken, his face bleached pale and eye lights shrunken, but they all turned at the broken little sound behind them.
Rus was crying, pale orange tears streaming miserably down his cheek bones, dripping from the point of his chin. He wrapped his arms around his bare torso, hunching over into himself and they all watched as those silent tears fell accusingly.
"i really thought all of you were different,” Rus whispered, almost to himself. ”i thought this place...i was actually...fuck, i'm so stupid."
"Rus--" Edge started softly. He reached out but Rus slapped that hand away, stumbling back.
"don't! don't touch me!”
He turned and almost ran off, back towards his own quarters, leaving Edge standing with his people, watching him go.
At his side, Red sagged against the wall; that righteous anger drained away and taking his strength with it. He lowered his head into his hands, fingertips digging in to the stocking hat that concealed his battered skull. "boss...bro...i'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," Edge said. He kept the words calm, didn’t allow any of his inner turmoil to escape. The iron control he’d learned working for the guard served him well leading the station and it served him now, barring away his guilt, his pain, letting him carry it along untouched until he was alone. Then he could let it loose to tear through him.
"What the fuck?" Undyne turned towards them, though she kept her hold on Alpys as she spluttered, "It's absolutely his fucking fault! He’s been trying to pin something on the fashion victim from the start because of a damn patch on his jacket!"
Red hunched down further but Edge shook his head.
"No, Rus was right,” Edge said. Each word fell precisely, as cool as a chip of ice. “I didn't trust him at all. He hasn't done a thing to make me suspicious and I didn't even offer him the benefit of the doubt.”
“Yeah, well,” Undyne said heavily. She pressed a kiss on top of Alphys’s head, held her closer as their scientist’s shoulders shook along with the muffled, shrill sound of her own crying. “You’re not alone in that. All three of us went at him.”
Edge nodded, but that didn’t matter. He was the one Rus gave himself to, the one he’d generously granted his trust only for Edge to brutally reject it at the first fractional glimpse of possible betrayal.
It all led to a perfect storm made of their own suspicion and it left Rus as the one to take the brunt of it, and there was nothing left of Edge’s quiet hopes for him but dust. Some part of him cried out at the unfairness of it; he wouldn’t have Rus for a month but only for a couple bittersweet days. He ignored it, pushed that voice aside with the rest of his turmoil. There was nothing else to be said and Edge turned on his heels and headed back to his own room.
His appetite was gone.
tbc
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Six Baudelaires AU, Part Three: Reference Guide
A quick guide for everything I intentionally referenced in The Six Siblings, That’s Not How the Story Goes.
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Without further ado…
Chapter One / Prologue - in which the Baudelaires get lost at the train station
“We’re dead as heck.” Nick shrugged.
Considering the younger age of the children here, they use much lighter swear words.
Klaus had his hands over his ears, and he looked on the edge of tears. “It’s too loud! It’s too loud!”
Klaus is overstimulated.
They were in some kind of shoeshop, and a ginger man glanced at them. “Oh, hello!” he said. “Are you- where are your parents?” [...] “When did you see them last?” [...] “Why don’t you have some snacks? It’s all vegan, if-”
The shoemaker that helps them out is Drumstick from File Under: 13 Suspicious Incidents, who is noted to have made money repairing shoes.
“Lilac is almost-nine,” Klaus said, “And she’s got two braids cause she wants to be like Wednesday Addams on TV.”
The Wednesday Addams reference should be obvious, though I should point out that Lilac wants to emulate the 1960s Wednesday, which is the one she’s seen on TV; the older show once again makes the time period ambiguous.
“Oh my God.” Beatrice was saying. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” “Kids, are you alright?” Bertrand asked, the second they pulled away. “Did anything happen?”
Pretty clearly, the Baudelaire parents were terrified that VFD had abducted their children while they were separated.
“No! No, we’re gonna be fine!” Lilac said quickly. “We just need to find Klaus and Nick. I… I’ve gotta find them. I’m in charge. I’ve gotta find them-”
Ah, Lilac’s already got Anxiety™.
Rest of the fic under the cut.
Chapter Two - in which Violet saves everyone’s asses
No major references in this chapter.
Chapter Three - in which Sunny cusses quite a bit
“Their species can completely freeze over in cold temperatures.” Solitude assured him. “So they may stop moving, almost look dead, but they’ll be alright, and they’ll unfreeze when we get somewhere warm. We’ll have to catch them up on whatever happens.”
Babbitt’s based off of a wood frog, which do freeze in low temperatures.
Also to note: by this point in the fanfiction, Solitude no longer uses babytalk, and instead speaks in full sentences.
Chapter Four - in which the Baudelaires join the Snow Scouts
“Oh, yes.” Klaus said. “Those snow gnats behaved like Violent Frozen Dragonflies.” “Guys…” Nick whispered, but none of them heard him.
Nick is not a fan of VFD at this point, but his siblings are too busy trying to get help from this scout that they don’t immediately notice his discomfort.
As her story continued, Nick pulled on Klaus’s sleeve, gesturing that he wanted to talk, but Klaus shook his head; the other Snow Scouts would notice them leaving.
Trying to tell Klaus something about VFD.
“I mean it.” Nick shook his head. “Things can’t ever go back to the way they were. Even if one- or both- of our parents is up there, and they shove Olaf off a cliff and take us home… it’s not going to be the same. We… we know too much.” His siblings remained silent, processing this, as Nick wiped his eyes on his sleeve. “They won’t protect us.”
Nick knows how VFD recruits its “volunteers”; his fear is that their parents are alive and consented to them being recruited, and will just turn them over to VFD.
Chapter Five - in which Nick gets to climb something again
She hmmed, brushing her bangs out of her face as she considered what she could make with all of this.
Sunny already has long hair that she’ll need to tie back while thinking, like her big sisters.
Sunny held out the mug of orange juice, and said, “Aurantiaco,” which meant, “Chip away at the juice until you have shavings, so I can make orange granita.”
“Aurantiaco” is derived from the Latin adjective “aurantiacus”, meaning “orange.”
Chapter Six - in which Sunny makes a signal
Quigley gave her a smile, and then looked back down, as the Baudeaires crowded around him- all except Lilac, who was still staring at the smoke. “Well, we’ll have to go back through the Vernacularly Fastened Door, down the Vertical Flame Diversion, hike the path the Snow Scouts are taking- and they might notice we’re gone by now so we’ll have to come up with some excuse, Duncan always said you could never go wrong with an exit pursued by a bear-”
A reference to a famous stage direction from William Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale.
Chapter Seven - in which Lilac goes feral
Nick bit his lip and pushed a charred novel back onto the shelf, before moving to scratch his arm.
TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM MENTION
Once again, Nick’s arm scratching occurs whenever Olaf or his troupe are mentioned.
Klaus walked over, too, and he pulled his siblings into a hug. “We’ll protect each other.” he said. “Okay? No sacrificing ourselves, no kidnappings, no separations. No more.”
Klaus really wants to make sure Lilac doesn’t try to trade herself, like she tried to do with Nick.
“Lilac, seriously, I can’t breathe-” “Then suffocate.”
A reference to the popular meme:
“We hate to interrupt!” came Lilac’s voice, and Violet and Quigley turned to see her and the twins run back into the kitchen, “But we found something!”
Lilac: Y’ALL BETTER NOT BE FLIRTING IN HERE
Chapter Eight - in which the Baudelaires raid the fridge
Solitude looked up. “Sure, hon.”
A reference to the meme:
“I was making them an anniversary present- a map of all the places they’d traveled.” Quigley sighed. “And I never got to tell them that I don’t…” he hesitated, and then said, “I mean, Duncan and Isadora came out to them, but I never told them that whenever I was doing astronomy class and called myself a space ace…” Violet laughed, and Quigley flinched. “No, no, I’m not making fun of you, it’s a good pun, I’ll have to make sure Nick knows it.”
Quigley and Nick are both asexual.
“I think my parents found out when I told them I wanted to marry both Elizabeth and Darcy.” Violet smiled. “Lilac and Nick teased me about that for years. I don’t even know if they remember now.” Quigley stared at her. “Holy shit. Vi… I said the same thing.”
A reference to Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.
Violet is bisexual, Quigley is biromantic.
Nick slid against a half-collapsed wall, screaming into his lap, hot tears springing to the edge of his eyes and streaming down his face.
TRIGGER WARNING: PTSD, SELF-HARM
Nick goes away to have a panic attack without his siblings worrying about him; it’s also explained in this segment how his scratching is him desperately trying not to slip into a flashback.
Chapter Nine - in which Lilac and Nick are very pissed off
“Nocere!” Sunny said, which meant something like, “I’m alright, they haven’t done anything too bad.”
“Nocere” comes from the Latin verb “noceo”, meaning “to hurt.”
“Uncus!” “The hook-handed man made it so I didn’t freeze.”
“Uncus” is the Latin word for “hook.”
And then she asked, “Senio?” which meant, “Where are the others?”
“Senio” is the Latin word for “six.”
“Nosra,” Sunny said, which meant, “A man with a beard but no hair and a woman with hair but no beard; they’re arsonists who burned down the Headquarters.”
“Nosra” is “arson” spelled backwards.
“Coquus.” Sunny said. “I can do that. There’s enough ingredients to make spinach rolls in the trunk, including an eggplant that’s about as big as I am.”
“Coquus” is the Latin word for “cook.”
“I know, Vi! I know what they’ll do to her, what they’re probably already doing to her!”
Obvious reference to Nick’s time as a captive, but subtler reference to the fact that Olaf tortured him with the information of what he’d do to each sibling in turn.
“Yes, she is!” his voice broke. “I was helpless! I thought I wouldn’t be, but I was! And she’s a baby! I was almost thirteen!” Tears streamed down his face, as he pushed her again. “I was almost thirteen, and I was wrong!”
Reference to a similar line spoken in every All the Wrong Questions book.
Chapter Ten - in which Nick spills some Bitter Tea
Title is a reference to Kit’s quote, “Tea should be as bitter as wormwood and sharp as a two-edged sword.”
“Sure.” Nick said. “We can be Volunteers who want to recruit our innocent little baby. They’ll believe that.”
A reference to VFD recruitment tactics.
“Isa had a huge collection of what me and Duncan called ‘goth poetry.’” Quigley said, smiling. “She likes to recite, too. Verbal stim.”
Isadora (and all the Quagmires in my headcanons) is Autistic. Nick has ADHD and also stims with recitation.
“It’s not. Snicket’s real. And he…” Nick shivered. “Let’s just say he’s definitely real. Maybe even still alive.”
“He’s real and he fathered my oldest sister.”
That’s when they heard the crash, and Esme’s scream. They all fell silent for a second, and then Nick let Quigley go.
An intentional combination of the Book version of this scene - where they decide to warn Esme- and the Netflix - where she traps herself.
There was a flash of recognition, and then she smirked. “Well, well, well.” she said. “If it isn’t Beatrice’s little angel.” Nick’s hand flew to his necklace, as his glare intensified. “Fancy seeing you here, I thought you were supposed to be smashed at the bottom of the mountains.”
Something Olaf called him in Chapter Fourteen of Part Two; Nick was very close to Beatrice, whom Olaf and Esme both despise, so you can bet they took a lot of their anger on her out on him.
“Fancy seeing you here.” Nick said. “I thought you were supposed to be somewhere in the second circle of hell, but I guess you can’t have everything, can you?”
In Dante’s Inferno, the second circle of hell is the circle of Lust.
“Why he’s here doesn’t matter.” Nick said, and then he smiled very coldly and said, “What matters is you’re our hostage now, so I’d suggest you shut the fuck up and do what we tell you to do.”
Was going to make this more obvious in the text but decided against it, so here’s a fun fact: this is something that was said to Nick during is captivity. He’s getting a lot of joy out of saying it to Esme.
Chapter Eleven - in which Carmelita gets adopted
Nick took a deep breath, and then said, his voice breaking, “Don’t act like I don’t know what you’d do to her. If you have laid a single fucking hand on my sister, there will be hell to pay.”
Once again, a reference to Olaf torturing Nick with information on what he planned to do to the other Baudelaires.
“Why are you recruiting us, too?” Colette asked, peering from the net. “We already work for you.”
Changed from Fernald to Hugo, Colette and Kevin in order to explain their absence in TGG.
Esme glared at him. “We don’t need that ugly girl. Having an infant servant was fun.”
TRIGGER WARNING: CSA MENTION
Esme knows about Olaf’s attraction to Lilac/Violet and is jealous, instead of being, you know, disgusted and horrified.
Carmelita just smiled and gave Esme a hug. She turned towards Olaf, starting forwards, and just then, Nick thrust Solitude into Violet’s arms and raced ahead of her, pushing her back.
Even though Nick hates Carmelita, he doesn’t want her suffering like he did.
Chapter Twelve - in which Lilac is a Disaster Lesbian
“No- she can curl up inside a diving helmet! Aye! The helmets have a tiny door on the neck just for such a purpose! Aye! I’ve seen it done!”
Though this doesn’t happen in-fic, this did happen in the original book lol.
“Actually,” Nick sighed, laying his head on Klaus’s shoulder as Soli wriggled around to try and get a good view of the captain, “He’s the researcher, I’m an… well, I…”
Nick’s having an identity crisis brought on by the PTSD; he’s not sure who he is anymore.
“Come on, Lilac will be fine in a minute.” Nick said, elbowing Klaus. “She just needs to time to adjust. You know. Like Sappho.”
Sappho - a famous lesbian poet.
Chapter Thirteen - in which I bang my head against a table because I have to pay attention to Widdershins
“No, no, we do!” Fiona looked ecstatic, and Lilac let out a squeal as Fiona grabbed her hands. “One of our previous crewmembers, the one who later turned out to be stealing information on VFD headquarters, she stockpiled a shitton- oh, sorry, I mean a lot of coffee.”
The “spy” may-or-may-not have been an anti-VFD Ellington Feint...
“Now, I’m sure you have lots of questions.” Fiona said as they walked. “Definitely.” Nick said. “Number one, how d-”
A reference to the meme/quote from “The Office” (US) 4x11:
Chapter Fourteen - in which the Baudelaires encounter a Great Unknown
“Let Violet work on the wheel,” Klaus suggested, “And maybe Fiona can help Lilac with the telegraph.”
These kids are gonna get Lilac a girlfriend if it kills them.
“Don’t worry,” the captain replied, “We’ll find a spouse for the others, too! Aye! Perhaps we’ll find your long-lost brother, Fiona! He’s much older, of course, and he’s been missing for years, but if Klaus can locate the Sugar Bowl he can probably find him! Aye! He’s a charming man, so one of the girls would probably fall in love with him, and then we could have a double wedding! Aye! Right here in the main hall of the Queequeg! Aye! I would be happy to officiate! Aye!” “Okay, well,” Nick said, as everyone stared at each other incredibly uncomfortably and he finally made his way to stand beside Klaus, “That’s not going to happen, for a number of reasons. First of all-”
First of all, Klaus is gay.
Second of all, Fiona is gay.
Third of all, Lilac and Fiona are the ones flirting.
Fourth, everyone’s too young to get married.
Fifth, Nick is aromantic.
Sixth, “your older long-lost brother” is not a good phrase to throw around to a group of children who’ve been trying to escape a man who tried to marry Lilac.
Seventh, your children are not fucking prizes to hand out???
Eighth, what the fuck dude.
Chapter Fifteen - in which Lilac and Fiona are Gay as Hell
“I mean, you could call them King stropharia. I just like the scientific names. They’re fun to say.” “Oh, that’s completely valid.” Lilac smiled. “I learned Russian when I was younger just because the boys read Anna Karenina and all the names were fun to say.”
Autistic verbal stims!!
“Lentinula Edodes.” Fiona said, smiling at some fungus growing on a hardwood log. “Also known as Shiitake Mushrooms.” “Shiitake?” “Don’t start.” Fiona giggled.
It sounds vaguely like “shit.”
Lilac and Fiona returned to the dorms very late, arms linked together as they chatted about a book they’d both enjoyed, about another sugar bowl whose contents were actually very well known.
A reference to We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson.
Nick, meanwhile, was passed out on a chair near the door, almost having fallen over; Lilac recognized this position quickly, from the many times he and Klaus or Violet would sit at the bottom of the stairs waiting for their parents to come home late at night. “He was waiting for us.”
Nick was waiting up to talk to Lilac, probably to tell her about the Snicket Thing.
She carried him to a bunk, lowering him onto it. “Go back to being five years old, okay?” Lilac whispered, reaching over to grab a blanket. “We’ll lock you in the closet again and then make ice cream towers.”
“Lock you in the closet” is a reference to the one-shot.
Ice Cream towers are a reference to the prologue of part two.
Lilac sighed and pulled the blanket over him. “You’ll be okay. You want me to sing?”
All the references to Lilac singing someone to sleep are reference to the song “Asleep”, performed by Emily Browning, Movie!Violet’s actress.
“Good or bad cry?” Lilac shut her eyes. “Both.” she admitted.
Chef’s Salad.
Chapter Sixteen - in which the Crew goes swimming
They heard what sounded like a very suspicious watery noise, and Nick said, “If this submarine is flooding, I’ll take one for the team and die first.”
Reference to this line from Part One, Chapter Four: “Do you think if one of us died, the rest’d get transferred somewhere else?” Nick asked, hanging upside-down from the rotting couch. “I’ll take one for the team.”
“Nobody’s dying.” Lilac sighed, not looking him in the eye.
Nick’s lowkey suicidal remark scared her quite a bit.
“How about some of us stay here and do more research,” Violet suggested, squeezing Nick’s hand, “And the rest of us look for the Sugar Bowl? I can stay with Nick and try to work with the submarine. Nick, maybe you can dig through books and see if you can find anything on the Gorgonian Grotto, or the Great Unknown, and read it to me while I work.” [...] He’d found something that seemed to be filed under the Great Unknown, but it was probably misfiled as it just talked about a tearoom and a roadster.
Probably my most blatant reference to Movie!Klaus’s actor, Liam Aiken, narrating the All the Wrong Questions audiobooks.
“Ekab!” Sunny said, which meant, “I can stay here and cook!”
“Ekab” is “bake” spelled backwards.
“I’m sure someone did, aye.” Widdershins waved his hand. “Whoever got assigned the job. Perhaps R, or her daughter, they may have been nearby at the time. Or Larry, aye! We weren’t told about who was in charge of you, just that we needed to document information and track the Sugar Bowl!”
A reference to Jacquelyn (the Duchess of Winnipeg, making her either R or her daughter) and Larry Your-Waiter following the Baudelaires in the Netflix series.
“Don’t you worry, Nicholas! Everything’s for the Greater Good!"
While Widdershins usually calls him Nick, he slips up here, much like Poe always does; Nick hates being referred to as Nicholas.
“Besides, VFD wouldn’t abandon you! Aye! You’d be a great volunteer! You’re a dedicated researcher! Aye! You’re a saint! Aye! You’re an angel! Aye! You’re a-” Nick stared at him in horror, and then said, “I have to go!” and took off running.
Nick was already put on edge by this victim-blaming conversation, the revelation that multiple people could’ve helped him, his siblings leaving, the VFD cult stuff, and Widdershins’s constant bullshit, but the use of the word “angel” sets him off the edge; it reminds him too much of being referred to as “Beatrice’s Little Angel.”
“Okay, so, I found a box of rubber bands.” Lilac sighed, sitting atop a chest. “And half a gun, a broken mirror, what might be a microphone, and a scattered notebook with sketches of some kind of snake.” Solitude peered over her shoulder, her arms full of bottles. “I don’t recognize it.” she said sadly. “Also, it’s not a snake. It’s got legs, see there?”
Lilac found sketches of the Bombinating Beast.
Chapter Seventeen - in which Violet doodles
“Precisely.” Lilac said. “It’s something that’s not a choice at all. Our Mother used to give us Hobson’s Choices. She’d say, ‘Lilac, you can dust the furniture, or I can play polka music all night.’”
A reference to Lemony Snicket’s dislike of polka music in File Under: 13 Suspicious Incidents.
“She’d do that with the others, too.” Lilac recalled. “Violet could clean her room or we’d stand in the doorway and sing Row Your Boat, and Nick could be nice to guests or be made to read that third book about those kids in a maze, and Sunny could have a bath or a pink dress.”
A reference to The Maze Runner: The Death Cure by James Dashner. I hated the entire series, but the third book was the worst.
TRIGGER WARNING: Following references for Chapter Seventeen discuss Nick’s self-harm in detail.
She ran a hand over her ponytail, and then she said, “Nick, I will be right back, but you have to promise not to lock the door.”
She is scared he’ll lock her out and continue self-harming.
As soon as she was out of Nick’s sightline, she buried her head in her hands, struggling to remain calm. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. Help him now, freak out later. You need to help, Vi. Just keep moving.
Violet knows freaking out in front of Nick will just make him feel worse
Do the scary thing first, get scared later.
“No come in!” Sunny shouted. “Surprise!”
Sunny’s preparing Violet’s cake.
“Nodnaba,” Sunny said, and Violet heard her sliding from the counter. “He and Widdershins stepped out a moment; they’ll be back soon.”
“Nodnaba” is “abandon” spelled backwards.
Widdershins and Phil have “stepped out”, and either right now or very soon will be abandoning ship.
“Crayola,” Sunny said, which meant, “There’s a whole box of markers right here, for writing labels on cannisters. Can you bring them back when you’re done?”
Very obvious reference to Crayola art supplies.
“Alzatadispalle,” Sunny said, which meant, “Eh, fine, I don’t care about this submarine much anyway.”
“Alzata di spalle” is Italian for a shrug.
But she swirled the marker- a light blue color- around her brother’s arm, until there was just a jumble of color. Then, an idea finally coming to her, she took a black marker and drew some squiggles above it, mirroring the shape of their Uncle’s prized snake, the Incredibly Deadly Viper. It felt like a lifetime since they’d seen him.
A reference to Ink swimming through the sea at the end.
Violet took his hands, squeezing them softly. “When you feel… feel like you want to scratch without an itch, I want you to take these markers and draw where you… where you want to hurt. Do that instead. It should help. And if it doesn’t, I want you to tell me, okay?”
This is a legitimate coping mechanism for self-harm; drawing on skin with pens or markers.
Violet waited until he met her eyes, and she admitted, “About two years ago, I asked Father why he had pen drawings on his arm.”
Bertrand dealt with depression and self-harming tendencies, as well. Violet was the only kid who knew, and only because she asked.
Chapter Eighteen - in which Solitude catches a cold
“I found a newspaper scrap.” Lilac said. “I, uh, read a bit. Maybe we could discuss what we’ve read while we eat.”
She read the stuff about Fernald starting the fire.
“Like… ‘poached egg’ means ‘half the battle.’” Klaus said. “Remember when Nick used that metaphor and we punched him for it?”
A reference to a tangent Lemony went on in this section of The Grim Grotto.
Soli nodded, passing Klaus the wasabi and Lilac two cannisters, and soon they put on their diving helmets, suiting up for their return journey. Solitude hmmed as Fiona helped her put her helmet back on, saying, “Sand’s inside, I think.”
The spores.
“Senso-orario,” Sunny said, which meant something like, “I fell asleep in the kitchen, and when I woke up, Phil and Widdershins still hadn’t returned, and now I can’t find them anywhere.”
“In Senso orario” is an Italian term for “clockwise.” “Widdershins” means “counterclockwise.”
Chapter Nineteen - in which Olaf is a dick
“Ha ha ha heepa-heepa ho!” came a villainous laugh from the hallway, and within a few moments, Count Olaf entered, dressed in a similar suit of slippery material, only with a portrait of Edgar Guest instead of Herman Melville. “Tee hee tort tort tort!” “No, no,” Violet looked up, giving him a glare. “Don’t do that.”
A reference to me not wanting to write Olaf’s villain laughter for like three chapters.
He stepped closer, putting a hand on Fiona’s chin. Lilac gasped and ran forwards, slapping his arm away. “You must be Fiona.” he said. “Why, you’re all grown up! The last time I saw you, I was trying to throw thumbtacks into your cradle.” Nick shot up his head, giving Olaf a glare that could have killed him. “Get away from her!”
OLAF 👏 IS 👏 A 👏 CREEP
Lilac and Violet glanced at each other, and then around, trying to spot an escape route. This, however, was a mistake; Olaf figured out very quickly what they were planning, and before they could do anything, he reached forwards and ripped Nick out of Klaus’s grasp.
Once again, Olaf knows the kind of effect he has on Nick, and how protective of him the others are, and uses this to his advantage.
“My henchperson will simply torture the information out of you.” He smirked down at Nick, who was shaking uncontrollably. “Isn’t that right?” Nick didn’t respond, barely keeping himself from sobbing.
Nick’s been captured again, with his siblings. Olaf is taunting him, heavily implying that he’s going to follow through on his threat to torture Nick’s siblings in front of him before killing him.
“Umore,” Sunny said, which roughly translated to, “God, that’s a mood.”
“Umore” is an Italian word for “mood.”
“What did we tell you, you little beast?” she hissed. “You can’t get away from us.”
Most of Nick’s worst trauma came from “punishments” from when he tried to escape, which is why he panics whenever they’re about to be caught.
“Holy fuck,” said a girl at the oars, “What the hell is wrong with you all?”
Not really a reference but I just want to point out that none of these recruits have any context for this so they’re probably just. seeing all these crazy shits saying whatever they want
“I’m getting tired of this.” Olaf said, waving his sword and gesturing at Nick. “You all get to see the first brig, it’s deluxe, as it comes with a noose. I think we should put this one in the second brig for-”
A reference to Netflix’s The Vile Village: Part Two.
“I think,” Olaf said, pressing his sword against Nick’s throat, “We should put those two little rebels in with our little Nick.” Nick finally started to cry, tears streaming down his face as he almost collapsed, and Violet shouted, “You bastard! Leave them alone!”
Once again, Olaf’s planning on following through on the threats that scared Nick so badly. Violet, the only one who knows about what Olaf threatened him with, is the first to start panicking.
Chapter Twenty - in which Lilac leads a jailbreak
The title itself is a reference to Chapter Sixteen of Part One: in which Solitude leads a jailbreak.
Her younger brother finally pulled away, but only to run off to the corner of the small brig, where he leaned over and vomited onto the floor, barely keeping his own balance. Lilac jumped to her feet and dragged him towards the wall, as he shook more and clung to her arm. [...] Nick shuddered beside her, and he finally choked out, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Nick knows exactly what Olaf’s threatening, and he’s falling back into a pure traumatized state; he doesn’t think they can escape, he thinks he’s going to die while Olaf torments his siblings, and nothing is going to stop him.
“I…” Lilac slid onto a hard bench, where Nick sat beside her and refused to stop clinging to her side. “I glanced at the locks on our way in. They’re ordinary enough pin-tumbler locks, so- hold on a moment. Nick, Nick, please-”
A reference to a repeated phrase in When Did You See Her Last?
And then Lilac quietly sang, “Pretty when the window blows, I love my tree in autumn… Like I love my tree in summer, like I love my tree in winter… They put me in a room, and I thought of you in autumn…” She shut her eyes, humming the next line, and then she picked up again. Fiona kept working on the lock, and Nick kept clinging to Lilac, terrified to let go, and she kept singing. “Pretty when you sing me a new song in autumn, or a new song in winter, or a new song in summer…”
The song is “Pretty When The Wind Blows”, sung by Emily Browning, Movie!Violet’s actress.
The line she hums is one that would definitely not cheer Nick up - “And I’m sad I won’t see you again.”
Violet leapt in front of her siblings, and Klaus reached out to grab Sunny, who honestly didn’t look too worried.
Sunny is friends with Fernald, she knows he won’t do anything to them.
“We could pretend the Great Unknown showed up and is about to eat everyone.” Violet said. “I’m sorry, do you have a small black statue that can imitate its call?” Fernald said. “Why would I-”
A reference to Violet and Klaus’s escape in Netflix’s The Grim Grotto: Part Two.
A reference to the Bombinating Beast statue from All the Wrong Questions.
“Smelled like horseradish.” Sunny nodded.
Sunny, the chef, would remember.
Chapter Twenty-One - in which Fiona is Volatile
“I-” Nick stuttered. “I know TS Eliot.” “Macavity,” Sunny said, which meant, “Wasn’t that from your musical phase?”
A reference to a song/character from Cats the Musical, based on a poetry book by TS Eliot.
“I’ll make this simple.” Olaf smiled. “I could torture you until you tell me, or we can trade information- or a lack of information, if you so prefer.” Then, in a sickly sweet voice, he called, “Nick?” [...] “We don’t make deals with bastards.” Lilac crossed her arms. Olaf smirked, eyeing her in a way that made her incredibly uncomfortable. “Interesting choice of words, my dear Lilac.” Nick sat up, horrified, as Olaf took a step closer to his oldest sister, and then he shouted, “It’s in the kitchen!”
TRIGGER WARNING: CSA MENTION
Nick is terrified of Olaf hurting/assaulting Lilac, as well as outing her as Snicket’s daughter to everyone.
Sunny sighed and said, “Cruciatu,” which meant, “Can they kill us now?”
“Cruciatu” comes from the latin verb “crucio”, meaning “to torture.”
“I’ll be fine. If we get caught, we have a potential escape plan that involves a seaside town, a train, and a vineyard.” Fiona said. “And releasing a bunch of wild new recruits to perform chaos.”
Firstly, a reference to the Thistle of the Valley train that goes out of Stain’d-by-the-Sea.
Secondly, a reference to Netflix’s The Grim Grotto: Part Two.
As she moved slowly towards the controls, Violet at her heels, Nick curled up on his chair, and he whispered to himself, “But they were fucked up in their turn, by fools in old-style hats and coats… who half the time were soppy-stern…” He hugged Solitude very close, shutting his eyes and trying not to think about everyone who had left. “And half at one another’s throats.”
The poem later recited by Olaf in The End - “This Be the Verse” by Philip Larkin.
“Mr Poe,” Klaus said, looking from the taxi to Poe, “Have you ever heard of a Hobson’s choice?”
“You can either get in the taxi, or go with Mr Poe.”
The woman smiled at Lilac, as if she’d asked the right question.
Another All the Wrong Questions reference.
Chapter Twenty-Two - in which Kit cannot drive
“So,” Nick said, kicking his feet and glancing down at Soli, “Are we in agreement that we are ‘fucked’, a word which here means, ‘holy shit’?”
Obvious reference to Lemony Snicket’s way of defining words.
They looked to each other, thinking hard. “Well,” Lilac finally said, “In the few minutes we’ve known her, Kit Snicket has broken at least nine safety laws, driven into a hedge, and seems intent on recruiting us to spy for a secret organization.” “I like her.” Violet decided. “Me, too.” Klaus added. “Same!” Sunny said.
A reference to similar lines in Netflix’s The Penultimate Peril: Part One.
“Mother said she purchased it during intermission.” Lilac said. “She said it was the most interesting time she’d ever had at the opera, and she never wanted to forget it.” “I’m sure it was interesting.” Nick muttered, curling up a little.
Nick knows about the murder.
She moved behind Lilac, tying back her hair for her. “You look just like your father.” Kit sighed, not noticing the flinch Nick made as he reached for some food to pass to Soli. [...] “Really?” Lilac asked, smiling a little. She’d never told that she looked like her parents.
She looks like Lemony.
Violet and Nick shared a quiet look, one that their siblings didn’t quite understand, but the two of them read perfectly.
Violet and Nick, after Widdershins’s shit, are very anti-VFD.
“That’s fine.” Lilac assured her, reaching for a cup. “I like my coffee bitter.” “That is surprising.” Kit said absent-mindedly, still looking through papers.
Considering Lilac is Lemony’s daughter, and Lemony doesn’t like coffee (All the Wrong Questions), this comes as a surprise to Kit.
“That’s why you’ll be together.” Kit said, putting her hand gently over Nick’s. “I’ve received reports on your progress, Baudelaires, and while I haven’t been able to reach you, I have seen that you take care of your own.” [...] Kit gave them all a reluctant and sad smile, and then repeated, almost to herself, “You Baudelaires take care of your own.”
A reference to a line from When Did You See Her Last?: “We Snickets take care of our own.”
Chapter Twenty-Three - in which the Baudelaires enter the Hotel Denouement
Nick bit his lip, thinking about everything. VFD. The secrets. The Sugar Bowl. That reminded him of a book Lilac read him. “We’ll live on the moon.” he said quietly, his voice almost blank. “And we’ll have flying horses.” God, he wished he was still young enough to believe that.
A direct reference to We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson.
When it was time to go in, Klaus and Lilac immediately threw their hands over their ears.
Overstimulation.
Exactly six bells were ringing- the extra bell, 371, 547, 674, 781 and 954.
371 - Dewey Decimal Classification (DDC) Education and Social Sciences.
547 - DDC for Organic Chemistry; Colette’s mission involves her sneaking in here.
674 - DDC for Lumber processing.
781 - DDC for Jazz is 781.65; Ellington’s career has something to do with jazz.
954 - DDC for India and neighboring countries; it’s an Indian restaurant.
Chapter Twenty-Four - in which the first three bells ring
The woman smiled, and while Lilac did not recognize the white coat or black uniform underneath, she did recognize the woman standing in front of her, even though she wasn’t bending in any unusual positions. [...] “You see, I am a brilliant chemist, as you can tell from my outfit, but I’m afraid some of these fumes have gone to my head, and I’m having trouble recognizing some words here.”
A reference to Cleo Knight, the brilliant chemist from All the Wrong Questions, who only wears black-and-white to honor the family ink business.
“I told you they’d judge us.” Kevin said. “I should’ve just called up my old gangmate.” “She wouldn’t have gotten here in time, she lives on the other side of-” Hugo began.
A reference to the theory that Kevin is Kevin Old from File Under: 13 Suspicious Incidents; his “gangmate” would be Florence Smith, who had a special interest in reading and thus have a large vocabulary.
Lilac narrowed her eyes. She recognized the chemical compounds- her and Violet had gone through a celebrity crush phase on a chemist about three or four years before- but she was having trouble figuring out what they combined into. “What is this for?”
Another reference to Cleo Knight.
He doodled the shape of a pegasus on his arm, beside the moon. He remembered that book. What else had Merricat thought would be on the moon? Rose petals. He could draw roses next.
Once again, a direct reference to We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson.
“Can I help you, concierge?” Hal asked. “Um.” Nick froze a moment, panic clutching his chest. You’ve been caught! You’ve been caught! You’ve been caught!
Once again, Nick is immediately put into a panic by being caught, due to his trauma from his captivity.
Chapter Twenty-Five - in which the next three bells are answered
The door swung open just as Klaus stepped back, and he saw Charles exit, blinking over at him in a bathrobe. “Sorry,” he said, “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to call someone just to take me down the hall, but my eyesight isn’t what it used to be, and I’ve recently developed a phobia of optometrists.”
This entire scene is based on a scene that had to be deleted from the Netflix adaptation due to Rhys Darby (Charles) being stranded because of a hurricane during filming. It can be read here.
“Don’t step on the crack, or you’ll fall and break your back!” Soli sang, laughing a little as she jumped down to Room 781, trying to imitate Babbitt’s hops.
While this is a slight variation on a popular children’s game song, it’s specifically a reference to the scene between Ducky and Littlefoot in The Land Before Time.
The woman looked at her very, very carefully, and then said, “It’s alright. That’s a fake, anyway.” “Fake what?” Solitude turned to look at the statue, as the woman knelt to put it back. “It looks like a snake, but there are those little claw-shapes there, suggesting hands.” “Well, it’s a replica, made by my foster-brother-in-law’s sister-in-law. Just in case we need to switch out.” “Switch out what?” The woman glanced down at Solitude, smiling and brushing the young girl’s hair back; it had fallen a little from her hat. “It’s a long story, and you probably have work to do. I’m sure you have more important things to get to.”
The woman is clearly Ellington Feint from All the Wrong Questions; she is still very into Jazz music (hence her room), and may-or-may-not have access to the Bombinating Beast statue.
Her foster-brother-in-law (Kellar)’s sister-in-law is Ornette Lost, implying Ornette married Lizzie Haines.
Solitude blinked. This woman couldn’t know her; Soli didn’t recognize anything about her, except the record currently playing. She hesitated, and then pointed to the record, saying, “That’s a pretty song.” The woman smiled slightly. “It is, isn’t it? Do you know the name?” “Do you?”
The song is “Solitude” by Duke Ellington and Louis Armstrong; aka Ellington’s song in All the Wrong Questions.
“Really?” the woman sighed. “Okay, sweetheart, you run along. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to find my wife before she can fistfight Geraldine Julienne in the lobby.”
Her wife is Moxie Mallahan, a journalist who would definitely get kicked out of the hotel for fighting Geraldine Julienne.
“Plumber,” Sunny said, which meant, “Yeah, but she writes those shitty articles from The Daily Punctilio about us, so she deserves it.” “I thought that was Ms Poe.” Soli said confusedly.
A reference to Katherine Plumber, the journalist from the musical Newsies.
A reference to Eleanora Poe and Geraldine Julienne being combined into one character in the Netflix adaptation.
“Klaus Louis Baudelaire, are you suggesting that we have not been having a good time?” Nick said.
Klaus’s middle name is taken from his actor, Louis Hynes.
“I mean,” Nick said, considering, “The whole ‘VFD’ thing totally explains that weird-ass letter they sent us from Europe.” “What?” Lilac narrowed her eyes. “You remember?” Nick said. “When they went to Europe for, like, two weeks, and sent us that fucked-up letter about how they loved us and that even if life sucked we’d always have each other and all that bullshit?” Lilac, Violet and Klaus groaned. “Oh, fuck, you’re right!” Klaus said. “That makes so much sense now.” Lilac said.
A reference to “The Letter That Never Came” scene from the 2004 film.
Chapter Twenty-Six - in which the harpoon is fired
The Baudelaires sighed, and then Nick said, “Yeah, a little suspicious, isn’t it? Your parents burned to death the same night VFD saw fit to drag you all out.”
Highkey reference to the theory that Volunteers kill the parents who don’t want to give their children up for recruitment.
Violet nodded grimly, while Lilac and Klaus gave Nick careful looks, and Solitude and Sunny gasped quietly. Dewey scanned him with his eyes. “You would get along with Ernest.” he said finally.
The implication here is that Ernest joined the firestarters partially due to speculation about their parents’ murder, or at the very least, Ernest is incredibly critical of the way VFD is run.
“You can’t rely on associates.” Count Olaf said. “More comrades have failed me than I can count. Why, Hooky and what’s-her-face double-crossed me just yesterday and let you brats escape, and then stole my submarine!” “Good for her.” Sunny said, almost unfazed, too furious at Olaf to feel much fear at the moment.
A reference to the meme from Arrested Development:
“How do you know us?” Lilac asked, putting an arm around Violet. The man looked at her sadly. “That’s the wrong question.”
A reference to All the Wrong Questions.
Chapter Twenty-Seven - in which Nick finally spills
“Diviso?” Sunny asked, which meant, “What if they try to split us up?”
“Diviso” is a Latin adjective meaning “divided.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight - in which Everything Goes to Shit
The title is a reference to many of my other fanfictions: In the Stranger Things Superhero AU fic Shatter: Pirouette in the Dark, Chapter Nine was titled “Everything Goes to Shit”, and Chapter Thirty was titled “I already used the title ‘Everything goes to shit’ but I need to use it again”, and people thought that was so funny that it became a running joke in basically all of my fics.
“Lilac Emily Baudelaire.” “Violet Malina Baudelaire.” “Nick Liam Baudelaire.” “Klaus Louis Baudelaire.” “Solitude Theodora Baudelaire.” “Sunday Theo-dora Bau’elaire!”
The first four children have their middle names from their original actors- Emily Browning, Malina Weissman, Liam Aiken and Louis Hynes.
Solitude and Sunny’s middle names are both Theodora, to further confuse people as to what the S stands for. See: S Theodora Markson, All the Wrong Questions
Nick took a moment to respond. “E-Explorer?”
Identity crisis! Getting a bit better though.
“He murdered…” Lilac bit her lip. “He murdered Jacques Snicket!”
Lilac’s realizing here that that was her uncle.
They all turned to look at Olaf, who didn’t even look uncomfortable. They wanted him to be uncomfortable. They wanted him to be scared.
A reference to a line from Shouldn’t You Be In School?: Someone cleared their throat and we both looked back at a tall, masked figure, watching us calmly. Too calmly, I thought. I wanted him worried.
Sunny and Soli were crying, too. “Audit,” Sunny said, meaning, “People never listen to children.”
“Audit” comes from the Latin verb “audio”, meaning “to listen.”
They stood up, with Nick lifting Solitude and Violet moving to lift Sunny, and then they walked back together, holding their heads high and ignoring the stares and whispers and chills. They sat again in the front row, still holding onto each other and refusing to let go.
“Bene?” Sunny asked. “Is that good?”
“Bene” is the Latin word for “good.”
The elevator shot down to the basement, and as it did, Nick and Violet leapt onto Olaf, pummeling him with their fists and trying to rip Justice Strauss away. Olaf shouted, and Lilac and Klaus immediately jumped help, managing to pull Justice Strauss out of his grip as Soli and Sunny screeched and started biting at his ankles, with Babbitt jumping over to the judge so they didn’t get squashed. The siblings had been waiting for this a long while, and they weren’t going to waste time.
a reference to the original shitpost that inspired this au.
Chapter Twenty-Nine - in which Sunny turns to Arson
“Alexandria,” Sunny said, which meant, “Unless she has a backup, you son of a bitchass motherfucker.”
A reference to the Library of Alexandria.
Chapter Thirty - in which the Baudelaires have had ENOUGH
“And the only fucking reason,” Lilac said, sitting up and grimacing as her stomach wound flared up, “That we haven’t thrown you overboard already is that we might need bait to catch larger fish to eat.”
A slight reference to “Shipwrecked” by The Gothic Archies, which was inspired by The End.
“Cazzo,” Sunny said, which meant, “Which won’t be long, dickhead.”
“Cazzo” is an Italian curse word.
Chapter Thirty-One - in which Nick is not taking Ishmael’s bullshit
“You cannot force me to wear white.” Lilac said.
A reference both to Lilac being incredibly goth, and to her trauma from the Marvelous Marriage, where she was forced into a wedding dress.
Nick said. “Listen up, you- someone cover Friday’s ears.” Klaus reached forwards and slammed his hands over Friday’s ears. “Alright. Listen up, you bitchass motherfucker.”
I’VE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT, SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG IS A BITCHASS MOTHERFUCKER-
“I was drugged up once, it’s not fun.”
I left this to be interpreted in separate ways: one, like Duncan guessed in Part Two: Chapter Twenty, Nick was drugged as part of his torture. Two, like Klaus said in Chapter Twenty-Four, Classical Literature Camp was wild.
“Yeah, it’s not.” Violet agreed.
Reference to her being drugged in The Hostile Hospital.
Chapter Thirty-Two - in which the Baudelaires make camp
“I feel like we weren’t supposed to do that.” Violet said, as they walked away from the beach.
A reference to me going very off-book.
Sunny nodded, as they placed them in front of her. “Crusoe,” Sunny said, which meant, “We can drink the milk inside, so long as we don’t allow it to ferment, and I can make us toasted coconut flakes, if you give me some room around the fire.”
A reference to Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe.
“Sandstone,” Sunny said, meaning, “Can someone get me something like a bowl?”
A reference to her first line in the Netflix series: “Can you find a rock that’s not sandstone?”
They were silent again, and then Lilac said, “Um, speaking- speaking of hard things to tell- oh.”
She was going to tell them about her biological father.
Nick’s face fell. “You’re right, we don’t wanna kidnap.”
Don’t wanna emulate VFD.
Chapter Thirty-Three - in which the Baudelaires begin to heal
“Wait.” Friday narrowed her eyes. “Bears don’t live on beaches.” “I know!” Klaus laughed. “Shakespeare had no geographical knowledge whatsoever.”
Once again, a reference to a famous stage direction from William Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale.
“Yeet!” Violet shouted, as she threw herself beside her siblings, and after a second, Lilac flopped over, too.
A reference to the vine/meme.
Chapter Thirty-Four - in which Friday goes off-book
“Kit Snicket?” Lilac shouted. “No, Kit Kittredge.” Solitude sighed.
A reference to the American Girl doll, Kit Kittredge.
Friday sighed and stood up, taking a few steps forwards. She looked at her mother, and her mother’s outstretched arms, and then out at the crowd. Watching her. Waiting for her to listen. And then she stepped back. “No,” she said. “No, I don’t think so.”
A quick rundown of Friday’s mentality here.
Chapter Thirty-Five - in which the Baudelaires plan a mutiny
Klaus nodded. “Cinderella. East of the Sun and West of the Moon. The Juniper Tree. Little Match Girl- might skip that one, actually. Do you want to try to read it?”
Skipping “The Little Match Girl” because she dies at the end.
“Suit yourself.” said Olaf. “But you know what? I bet those islanders won’t let you back onto Olaf-Land, now that you’ve recruited one of their own.”
Intentional use of the word “recruit” here, just to taunt them.
Chapter Thirty-Six - in which we go surprisingly more off-book
“I know this.” Nick was the first one to move, stepping towards a tall fish statue, the red paint slightly peeling. He shook quite a bit as he ran a hand over it, and Klaus rushed over to put an arm around him. “We were trapped in here. How… how did we fit in here? Klaus, how did we fit?”
A reference to the fact the Red Herring statue can be seen in the arboretum in the Netflix adaptation.
Nick turned to Klaus, eyes wide. “We did fit? We were in here? I didn’t make that up?”
A very lowkey reference to We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson; Uncle Julian sometimes doubts the traumatic arsenic incident that paralyzed him and killed the rest of the family really happened.
Chapter Thirty-Seven - in which Lilac has a costume change
“Why would I-” Violet asked as Lilac grabbed a knife, drew it up to one of her braids, and chopped it off. Violet leapt to her feet and gasped, while Nick’s dropped his marker in shock. Soli and Sunny let out tiny shrieks, as Friday stared and Klaus said, “Lilac!” “I need to think.” Lilac said, and she grabbed another braid and chopped it off. “And this hair is getting in my way!” “Lilac-” Klaus started forwards, but she held up a hand to stop him, and then grabbed her loose hair and started cutting. Her braids fell to the floor of the tree, as she kept cutting to get rid of the strands that could reach her face. Within a few moments, her hair was cut even shorter than the boys’, with only a small, thin braid on the side of her head.
Firstly, a reference to the fact the dramatic haircut is my favorite trope of all time.
Secondly, specifically and heavily inspired by the scene in IT: Chapter One when Beverly Marsh cuts her hair.
“Oh, fuck yeah! Deus ex Rana to the rescue!” Klaus said, rushing over first.
“Rana” is the Latin word for “frog.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight - in which the Medusoid causes a ruckus
“Hey!” Lilac shouted, stepping forwards. “What in the nine circles of hell is going on here?”
A reference to Dante’s Inferno.
“So are you, my dear.” Olaf said. He eyed her with his shiny eyes. “Why’d you do that to your hair? It makes you look much less pretty.”
Unfortunately, another reference to Beverly’s haircut in IT: Chapter One: this was the response it elicited from her abusive father.
Chapter Thirty-Nine - in which man hands on misery to man
Solitude looked to her, narrowing her eyes, a seemingly insignificant memory floating back to her. “Question mark.” she said, “Beast.”
When she realizes some stuff about Ellington’s statue.
Kit looked at her, and Lilac saw in her eyes that her choice not to take the apple had nothing to do with her child.
TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE
It’s often theorized in canon, and confirmed in this fic, that Kit was suicidal, which was why she decided not to take the apple.
Chapter Forty - in which the Baudelaires go on together
“We didn’t.” Sunny said, putting a hand on Lilac’s leg. “We have each other.”
A callback to “We lost everything.” “Except each other.”
“We don’t need to escape.” Violet said. She turned to Lilac. “Do you remember that musical, based on that movie, based on that movie, based on that book-”
The song they proceed to sing, “Finale”, is from the musical The Hunchback of Notre Dame, which is based on the Disney movie, which takes a lot of inspiration from the 1939 film, which was based on the Victor Hugo novel.
Also I made a gifset with those lyrics and I’m still very proud of it.
“I know.” Violet nodded. “I… I guess we can’t lock you in the closet anymore, huh?” Her smile only lasted a few seconds. “I’m sorry. Just trying to cheer you up.”
A reference to the one-shot.
They never told Bea she had the same shine in her eyes as her father. She didn’t need to know.
Bea is biologically Olaf’s daughter.
Solitude found all the herpetology books, which Klaus and Friday read to her. She furnished Babbitt’s habitat, and let her hair grow out so that she could braid it.
Just like her big sister Lilac.
“A statue normally wouldn’t mean anything,” Violet had told Friday, “But, well, Nick found some interesting accounts, didn’t you, Nick?” “Li’s Dad is a wordy motherfucker,” Nick said, tossing a file that had been slipped into a bowl of honeydew melons, “But yeah, I did.”
Huge reference to All the Wrong Questions.
Chapter Forty-One / Epilogue - in which Beatrice leaves the island
“Well, maybe we only have to last a year until Lilac turns eighteen, and then we spend our fortune on pop tarts and Pokémon cards.” Solitude said.
A reference to this Alex Hirsch tweet:
“We’ll have to come up with fake names.” Solitude giggled. “I’ll be Sensible.” “You will not, I called dibs!” Sunny shouted.
A reference to Netflix!Sunny’s name in @ornettelosts‘s Nine Baudelaires AU. Love ya, Sammie! :D
“I still wanna know how Babbitt had-” Nick began, but Klaus slapped a hand over his mouth.
“I still wanna know how Babbitt had sex.”
Lilac ran her hands over the title. “Yeah. Let’s leave this behind.” She smiled and said, “Time to go. Sound off! One!”
They’re leaving their series of unfortunate events behind.
Lilac smiled and said, “Let’s go find something new.”
There’s always something.
Perhaps, in ten years, Beatrice would have a much happier message for her uncle than he expected.
A reference to The Beatrice Letters and, lowkey, the happier version of it in Netflix’s adaptation of The End.
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Patience (Nikki Sixx x reader)
Summary:
From the prompts list: "Wanna bet?" And "This is, without a doubt, the dumbest plan you've ever had. Of course I'm in."
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Mentions of drugs, language, fluff
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You knew that you would start to regret coming on tour with the guys. You usually opt out, deciding to stay at home to take care of things. You live with Nikki and he’s a messy bastard. You spend hours while he’s on tour trying to get the Heroin House clean. You hate that he’s so addicted to heroin, but what can you do? He won’t stop, no matter how much you beg and plead with him. He’s just too hard-headed. You stick by him, though. You always want to be there for him.
What made you regret your decision is Nikki’s supposed ‘brilliant’ idea. You and Tommy are waiting to hear his plan now. You already know that it will either kill you or get you arrested. “The most fun you can ever have.” According to Nikki.
“Okay, so I’ve been thinking,” Nikki starts, but you cut him off by sniffing the air.
“Huh,” You say, feigning confusion. “I would’ve thought by you ‘thinking’, there would be a fire somewhere.”
“Oh ha ha,” Nikki laughs dryly. “You’re so funny (Y/N). I mean really. You should be a comedian.”
“I already am. I gotta keep the humor fresh if I gotta deal with you assholes all the time,” You respond, crossing your arms.
A genuine laugh comes from Nikki and Tommy, causing a smile to spread on your lips. That’s something you love about being friends with the guys. They never take anything too seriously when it comes to you. Usually if you keep a straight face, no one would know you’re joking around. The guys, even Mick, know your joking when you say something mean. The only way they know you’re not joking is if you got angry at one of them, or all of them which has happened a few times before, and then said something mean while yelling at them. All your life you got into trouble for being a ‘smart ass’ as they put it. In reality, however, you just have a mean sense of humor.
When they finally quiet down, Tommy speaks up.
“So what’s the plan, dude?”
Nikki smirks at the two of you. “I’ve been thinking this through for a long time now.”
“So instead of writing new music or trying to get clean of heroin, you’ve been thinking through a stupid ass plan?” You say.
Nikki ignores you, continuing with his explanation. “I think with the three of us, we pull it off.”
“Tell us NIkki,” Tommy nearly begs, getting antsy.
You know that Tommy can barely sit still for five minutes, so standing in the hallway of the hotel while Nikki gives the back story to his plan for no reason is absolutely killing the poor guy.
“I was thinking we could steal the limo,” Nikki says.
You think that he realized that if he didn’t spit out the plan, Tom would think of his own and end up in jail. You and Nikki have mastered the ways of not getting thrown in jail. You guys have been doing it since you moved to Los Angeles when you were still teenagers. Although, all you had to do to stay out of jail back on the Strip, was flash the officer. They would let you and Nikki off the hook almost immediately.
“Nik, what’s the point of stealing the limo?” You ask, sounding completely unamused.
Nikki opens his mouth to respond, but is quickly cut off by an excited Tommy.
“This is, without a doubt, the dumbest plan you’ve ever had,” Tommy says. “Of course I’m in!”
You giggle at his enthusiasm. He really is just like a big puppy. You’ve always loved Tommy. I mean, who couldn’t? He’s so adorable and sweet!
“Oh T-Bone,” You say, wrapping your arm around his shoulders the best you can. He is 6’2 after all. “You are truly the purest person I know.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tommy asks.
“It means, you’re absolutely adorable.”
Tommy pouts. “I don’t think that adorable is how people describe rockstars.”
You snort, shaking your head at Tommy. “I still see you as that kid that Nikki found to be in his band that he had such high hopes for.” You turn your head to smile at Nikki. “Turns out he was right about you guys.”
Nikki looks shocked at your compliment, which is understandable. You never say anything that nice. He quickly covers up the shock with a cocky smile. “I’m always right.”
You roll your eyes. “If anyone is ‘always right’ in this relationship, it’s me.” You walk over to him, putting your hand on his arm. “It’s not gonna kill you to say ‘thank you’, you know.”
Nikki shrugs your hand off. He looks mad, but you know that he’ll give in. Nikki has never been one to hold a grudge with you.
You don’t know this, but Nikki has been in love with you since you moved to LA. He’s seen you fall in and out of relationships over and over again. He was beyond jealous any time that Tommy or Vince would flirt with you. He was so angry one night when you went to a show and Guns N Roses was opening for them. Duff flirted with you relentlessly. You’ve always had a crush on the blonde haired bassist, so of course you flirted back. Nikki found you guys and went completely mental. He felt bad about it, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted you all to himself. And still does.
“Thank you,” Nikki says under his breath.
“You’re welcome!” You say in an overly happy voice.
“Let’s go guys!” Tommy says, jumping.
You start to walk towards the elevator when Nikki grabs your wrist. You look back at him, confused. He was so excited about his plan, now he’s, what seems to be, hesitating?
“Meet us in the lobby, Tom,” Nikki says, not breaking eye contact with you. “I need to talk to (Y/N). Get us some Jack while you’re down there.”
Tommy grins at the two of you, knowing what Nikki’s going to do. He’s been rooting for you guys to get together since the day he met you. He could tell how much Nikki liked you just from the loving looks he would give you. Nikki still gives you those loving looks.
“Okay!” Tommy says, going towards the elevator. “I’ll see you two love birds downstairs with some liquid courage.”
You blush at the name he often called you and Nikki. You’ve liked Nikki for so long now, and Tommy knows that. You hate that he’ll say things that might give away your crush for the black haired bassist.
“What’s up, Nik?” You ask. He looks extremely nervous.
“Well,” Nikki says looking up at the ceiling. “I, uh. . .” He looks back at you. Your (E/C) eyes stare back intensely at him, almost causing him to back out. “I want to make a bet with you?” He says it almost like a question, confusing.
“Wanna bet?” You ask, accidentally leaving out the ‘you’ in your question. Good thing he knows what you’re talking about.
“Yes,” He says, trying to think through how to get this to work in his favor. He thinks of something. Instantly the trademark smirk comes back onto his face. “I bet that I can make you fall in love with me.”
Too late.
“Okay. So what are the stakes?” You ask. You already know you’re going to agree to this ridiculous bet.
“If I win, I get to take you out on a date and I’ll quit heroin,” He responds. “If you win, I’ll let you pick the next house we move to, and I’ll quit heroin.”
“So either way, you’ll quit heroin?” You ask, a hopeful tone in your voice.
Nikki smiles.”I’m just looking for something to motivate me to quit.”
“Fair enough,” You laugh. You hold out your hand. Nikki reaches out and shakes it. “Alright, rockstar. You’ve got yourself a deal.”
“Now that, that’s cleared up. Let’s get down to the lobby before Tommy burns down the hotel,” Nikki says, walking to the elevator. You follow him.
God, you’re gonna need a lot of patience for this.
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I Pretend It Doesn’t Bother Me - Owl/Azuma Genkaku - SFW
Title: I Pretend It Doesn’t Bother Me Author: Donnie and Autumn Fandom: Deadman Wonderland Setting: Infirmary at Deadman Wonderland, Übermusic Pairing: Owl/Azuma Genkaku Characters: Azuma Genkaku, Tamaki Tsunenaga, Owl, Nagi Kengamine, Nagi’s Wife Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance Rating: T Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 766 Type of Work: One-Shot, Prelude to Reincarnal Status: Complete Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Reincarnation, Removal From Life Support, Tamaki is an ass, Owl and Nagi are separate people, Akari is Nagi’s wife, Genkaku has Anemia, AU - Canon Divergent Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Summary: Genkaku didn’t know which way was up, but he did know he shouldn’t have woken up from that. AN: So, this is the first little bit, kind of a prelude into a series that I’m writing with input/editing exclusively done by my friend Maidenofchains! I got her into Deadman Wonderland and we were both wounded so we’re fixing it. This one will be kind of short and sweet, to the point, even if it’s a bit bitter-sweet. I hope it kind of leads into what we want to do with the series when it gets going a bit more.
Deadman Wonderland Fic Masterlist I Pretend It Doesn’t Bother Me ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ That damn beeping always seemed to be in the background of whatever he was doing. It was honestly driving him up a wall, but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed what he was doing these days. Perusing through Übermusic, something he most definitely could agree with, seemed to be most of what he did lately. Occasionally, a man would slide up behind him, kiss his neck and gruff something soft in his ear. It felt both familiar and foreign in the same breath, but he wasn’t really complaining. He felt safe in this man’s arms, like he belonged there. A clowder of cats frequented the shop, happy to come to rub on his legs or accept ear scratches, and life seemed… Good. Too good, almost.
A muted conversation, as if he heard it through a wall or a door, happened somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice he recognized but couldn’t quite grasp the identity of its user. As he had been about to pick up a particularly vocal kitten, yelling for attention or treats, surely, the world seemed to drop around him and his eyes shot open to see a white ceiling speckled with gray above him. That stupid, long face with a sadistic twist to the smile stood over him, peering at his gray eyes and clapping when he noted Genkaku was awake. “It’s about time, Genkaku.” Tamaki told him, that usual cheery tone to his words, “We’ve been trying to wake you for a few days.” Had he been able to, Genkaku would have raised his hand and smacked him right out of his space. Instead, he was strapped down, and upon watching him struggle, Tamaki chuckled. “Sorry, it’s for your own good. You were pretty well in pieces when we scraped you off the floor.” Tutting as he shook his head, he walked two fingers up the veritably numb left arm of the Ubermonk, stopping at his cheek and to give him a gentle caress. “I’m afraid you’re not going to be of much use to me anymore.” Not to mention that there had been a pretty intense jailbreak after The Undertaker’s failure to stop Scar Chain entirely. “So,” Genkaku’s voice cracked from misuse, his throat dry as he peeked to the bedside table to see if there was water, “Why am I awake?” There wasn’t, but it wasn’t like Tamaki would give him a drink without drowning him. “I thought it was best to tell you that you’ve been fired. That way you don’t question anything in death.” “Dea--” “Yes, sadly, that’s all we can afford to do with you. With Wonderland,” My game, “Coming to an end, it seems that keeping you on life support is just costing us too much money. So… I guess I just wanted to tell you…” He leaned over to the main plug on all of the equipment hooked up to the ex-Undertaker, “Game over.” With that, the plug was pulled and the last thing Genkaku remembered as he convulsed in the uncomfortable hospital bed was the intense shriek of the heart rate monitor. What felt like an eternity later, he was pulled back into the world, sunlight spilling in through the large picture windows of the store he remembered never actually being in. He lay mostly on the floor and somewhat in the arms of a man speaking above him, who hugged him the second his eyes fluttered open. “Don’t you ever do that to me, again.” The voice spoke, lips pressed to the shell of his ear, “Scared me half to death.” “Better not get that scared again, then, Owl, or we’ll be down the best bounty hunter in Tokyo.” For a minute, none of these details sounded right. Brain swimming as it caught up to what was happening, he simply hugged the other slowly, carefully turning in his arms. “What happened?” “I came in during your lunch break.” Owl informed him easily, “And then you just… Collapsed.” Holding him that much tighter, Owl kissed his sweaty forehead and he sighed, “It’s probably time for you to eat, isn’t it? I bet that’s what happened. When was the last time you ate?” Genkaku had no better explanation, his life swimming into view of his mind’s eye as he nodded. “Food sounds good. We should go to Nagi and Akari’s place.” He offered lamely, to which Owl rose a brow. “You’re going to walk that far after fainting?” The grin on Genkaku’s lips told him that the answer was a resounding ‘yes’. “I’m probably fine. I just need to get food in me. If you have to, you can always carry me.” He purred, nuzzling the elder man’s chest. After a few seconds of debating, Owl sighed and nodded. “Let’s go get you fed, then.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: Alrightyo, we have that done finally! I’ve been somewhat procrastinating for a day or so, but I’m pretty happy with how this came out. I hope you guys are ready for this big AU, this is only the first part. I hope you enjoyed it!
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