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ivy-loves-chocolate · 2 years

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Honey, I’m just getting started

Note: it was requested by one of my friends. I hope you’ll enjoy it 😊;

Pair: Jack Krauser x F!Reader;

Plot: Krauser and the reader are long-lost lovers. After his accident, he left her because he was afraid of being a burden, only to reunite in the village during the events of RE4. The first thing they do is have sex lol.

Tags: smut;

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“Major Krauser…” a moan escaped through your lips as soon as Jack pinned you to a wall. He handled you in a brutal way, not because he wanted to cause you pain, but because it was just the result of all that suppressed sexual tension that’s been building since he first saw you. It’s safe to mention that you two had a thing going on while he was in the US army, but after his accident, he disappeared from your life. However, maybe it was fate or just a coincidence that you happened to meet him again during your mission. You heard rumors, but you didn't believe them until you saw him with your own eyes. The circumstances didn’t allow you two to talk, let alone touch, but he was a persistent guy who followed you from up close without your knowledge.

You were in Luis’ lab when you heard the door being opened. The slow and long creak of the door drew your attention. You pulled your gun from the hostler and aimed at the source of the noise, ready to pull the trigger at a familiar frame emerging from the dark.

“Ease up, baby doll.” Krauser spoke with his hands up. The light slowly illuminated his face, exposing his rough features. Still, he gave you butterflies just like the first day you met.

Of course, you didn’t have time to react, as he quickly walked towards you, pinning you to the wall as his hands began to explore your body. The height difference made you feel suffocated in that confined space, yet it was the first time you felt safe since you arrived in this village. Krauser yearned for your body, and that showed when you felt his hot breath at the crook of your neck. He didn’t know what to do first: kiss you, taste you, or bend you over and fuck your brains out. His hands were chaotic on your body too, yet he was very cautious and gentle. It’s been a long time, and despite having a hard time controlling his impulses, he doesn’t want to scare you. To show him that you want to continue, you tilted your head, giving him the space he desperately needed. Once he got a hint of your natural scent, he quickly pressed his soft lips on your skin, placing gentle kisses along your sore flesh. This made you gasp and grab his shoulder for support.

“Straight to the point.” You teased him, giggling at the ticklish sensation that his lisp caused.

“You know me, it’s what I do.” His kisses were a blessing for your bruised skin, and to make things more intimate, he began to lick and suck some spots until he’d get the desirable moan, the one that lets him know that you are ready for the next step.

“I missed you so much, Jack.” You said before that he pressed his lips over yours, kissing you so slowly as if he wanted the moment to last forever. He was shy at first, but when he got courage, his mouth began to conquer more and more of your lips, until the tip of his tongue began to lick them as another sign to ask for permission. The kiss became more and more passionate, bringing back good memories. You wrapped your hands around his neck, and he kept caressing your waist, until they began to slide lower and lower to your hips.

The deed became more and more intense, and because of your exhausted state, you took a small break. You stared into each other's eyes in that silence. It was like the whole village stopped to allow you this moment of peace. He was the same man you fell in love with, only this time he was more scarred as a direct result of the battles he had to endure, and of leaving the army.

“Why you didn’t say anything?” You spoke in a soft tone, not wanting to disturb the silence too much. You couldn’t help but scold him for leaving you.

“I didn’t want to become a burden.” You could see some of his confidence fading away.

"Nonsense, Major Krauser, you could never be a burden.”

He lowered his gaze as guilt overcame him, but you cupped his chin and made him look at you. He was so confident back when he pinned you to the wall and kissed you aggressively, so you wanted that back.

“Kiss me.” You said it with determination, almost like a command.

“Yes, y/n.”

You both resumed kissing. His confidence was slowly returning to him as his hands finally cupped your ass. The sensation of his big, calloused hands squeezing your cheeks was delightful, and as a result, it made you yearn for more and more of him. You squeezed his chest as well, knowing damn well he was a sucker for it. He kept whimpering as your hands grabbed his pectorals and his palms kept massaging his hardening nipples through the shirt.

“I want you, Major Krauser…”

"God, I love it when you call me like that.”

He guided you near a table. As long as you could feel his hands on your body, you didn’t care that the table was covered in dried blood or that it smelled weird. You bend over like the good girl you were, feeling Krauser’s big hand over your back urging you to bend over. He placed it on your upper back and lowered it as you hunched over.

Then he rubbed his crotch over your covered ass, feeling his erection poke out. It was a promising start, but you knew his potential, so you started to rub your

“Hmmm, god, I miss seeing you like this.” He said it with a growl.

He grabbed both your hips and began to rub himself too, as well as pressing his erection repeatedly over your cunt.

“Major Krauser, this brings back good memories…” you said. “But I want to feel more of you.”

You felt his thick fingers reaching to unbuckle your belt, and before you knew it, a cold breeze hit your bare cheeks. The shiver didn’t last long as Krauser warmed your skin with his big hands by squeezing your soft cheeks. While doing so, his crotch kept rubbing against your exposed cunt, resulting in some of your juice smearing across his pants.

“Stop teasing me, please…” you begged in a weak whimper.

"Patience, love, it’s been so long and I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” He said.

You were tempted to reply to his strange answer, but you were reduced to silence when you felt his thick digits enter your tight hole.

“Jack…” you gasped as the fingers were slowly sliding inside you. It was such a nice sensation to be filled by him again.

“You are so tight, my love…even tighter than I remember.”

“Yeah…I haven’t been with anyone since you left…”

This certainly stroked his ego as he pushed deeper inside you. You grabbed the edges of the small table and held on for dear life as you rested your head on the dry rot.

Krauser slid in and out slowly with only half the length of his fingers. They were long enough, and he wanted to give you time to get used to them. He would’ve gone so much faster from the moment he felt your warm hole, but he got to temper himself for your sake.

“Hmmm Jack…” you moaned his name as he stretched you. You spread your legs further and tried to lift up your ass so he would go deeper.

“Look at you, just like an animal in heat.” He growled, finding it harder and harder to control himself. “I bet you would want my cock now.”

"Yes, pleaseee-“ you yelped when Krauser inserted his fingers deep in one hard thrust and grabbed that table harder than before, almost breaking it.

“You are taking me well so far, maybe I’ll consider giving you something bigger.” He teased you while savoring the view of your cunt fully engulfing his digits.

“Please…” Your voice was breaking at this point, as his burst of sheer dominance was making you weak.

He wasn’t about to give it to you yet. Instead, he began to pick up the pace while his other hand was resting on your hip.

"Oh, my God, yes…” you cried as you felt your hole being warmed up for his cock. They slid in easier and easier as you kept getting wetter with every thrust. At one point, some of your juice began to drip down your thighs, but you couldn’t feel it because of Krauser’s ravaging motions.

“You like that don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes…Insert another one…”

“What was that?” A smirk appeared on his face. He heard your request loud and clear but decided to tease you about it.

"Jack… I need another finger, please…”

“Alright babydoll” His free hand went to massage your back as another digit joined the rest. It slid inside smoothly, causing you to let out a high-pitched moan. Some of the wood broke as you tightened your grip. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, as it felt too much. He made you feel so full with only three fingers. You shivered again in anticipation as you thought about the big prize.

“You take me so well, doll…”

"Jack, please,” you pleaded, making sure he heard you.

“Alright, I guess you deserve it.”

He removed his fingers, making you both grunt. However, you got excited once again when you heard his zipper being pulled down. His pants hit the floor with a loud noise, and you heard some wet noises from behind as if he were stroking himself.

“Don’t worry, I’m giving it all to you.” He said when he saw you trying to turn around without changing your position too much. You wanted to stay still and be ready for him.

A wave of pleasure pierced through your whole body when you felt the first inches of his cock being pushed inside. Being too weak to even grab the table, you let your upper body collapse on the surface. You held your hips up with the remaining strength you had.

His cock was thicker than his fingers, and so much longer. Good thing he stretched you first, otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to take him.

“Already tired? Honey, I’m just getting started.” He teased.

You were pleased to hear this, thus the wide smile appearing on your face. It’s been so long since you felt anyone inside you like this, and it meant a lot that this person who filled you now was Jack.

Krauser, on the other hand, felt all his self control slip from his grasp. The deeper he went, the more difficult it became to maintain his cool. He was barely halfway in when he felt the urge to bury his cock inside you and fuck you raw.

“Gotta control myself…” he said under his breath.

“What…?” You said so, vaguely hearing what he said.

“Nothing love.” He was past the halfway point, and he was slowly making his way to the base of his cock. He went slowly, painfully slowly for both of you.

“Babe…”

“Yes?”

“I don’t want you to hold back…” you said after figuring out what he said early.

“Are you sure? I-I’m not the same as you remember…”

“I’m sure Jack…I trust you…please, I need this.” The last part came out in such a needy and weak way that it finally pushed Krauser to the edge. The grip from your hips tightened, and with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside you, where he stayed a few seconds before pulling out slowly, just to return with one hard thrust again.

“Yes, this is what I’m talking about…now go faster.” You said his cock was rubbing that sweet spot inside you.

"Yes, ma'am,” he happily picked up the pace, driving you over the edge.

Having Krauser rub that spot inside you in such a brutal way brought you closer and closer to your climax. Your moans increased in volume the closer you’d get, and your cunt would throb harder and harder. You were so excited to be fucked by him again that you completely ignored the burning sensation coming from your hips, as his fingers kept clenching with every thrust and turning your flesh red.

Krauser felt your contractions, driving him insane. It felt so good to have you twitch like that around his cock, so good that it almost made him cum before you. But, every time he’d feel that way, he’d slow down a bit so he could cool down, and when he felt that intense pressure fading a bit, he picked up the pace again. His ballsack was repeatedly slapping against your cunt, resulting in a room filled with wet noise, accompanied by your needy moans.

“Jack…”

He knew that you were close, and so was he. Krauser didn’t have any faith that he could stop the next urge for release, so he went as fast as he could, hoping you’d cum this time with him.

To his relief and joy, you came all over his cock with a loud and shaky moan. The final spasms of your walls made him cum in seconds, coating your interior with his white, hot sperm. He buried himself deep and release all o his load in a load grunt. You both shivered at the insanity of your orgasms.

Krauser was the first one to come down from the high clouds. You needed a few more minutes. You were so shaken and tired that you didn’t bother when he pulled out. You didn't have the energy to protest.

“Oh my,” he said suddenly, “look at all the mess I caused here. He said this as he noticed a mixture of his sperm and your juice dripping down your legs. “Someone has to clean this up.” And so, he kneeled in front of your tired cunt and began to lick the fluid. His wide tongue wiped your thighs very carefully and slowly, not only because he loved the salty taste but also because he wanted to clean you well.

“You don’t have to.” You said in a tired voice. It caught you by surprise when you felt his hot tongue on your sore cunt, which made you spasm a bit. The tip of his tongue went between your lips, and then around your whole body until you were clean enough. He ran his tongue a couple of times above your clit too, but seeing you flinch and close your legs, he stopped and wiped the rest with a tissue.

“It’s just like I remember.” He said that as he helped you dress up.

“Yeah, same, but I couldn’t notice that you got an upgrade.” Your eyes lowered to his now covered cock. He definitely gained a few extra inches there.

“It’s not the only upgrade I got.” He said as he pulled you closer for a tight embrace. He missed you deeply, and he never thought he’d see you again, let alone to fuck you. It feels like a good dream, so he has to touch you in order to make sure it’s all real.

“Hmm, I’m intrigued. Can you tell me more about the other upgrades?”

“Some other time.”

The two of you remained in complete silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Your mission would have to wait.

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luigisblueoveralls · 1 year

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First Shower

Luigi x Reader

Summary: After you and Luigi's first time having bedroom fun, you decided you needed to refresh yourselves in the shower.

Notes: SFW, just fluffness and shy but loving Luigi. This is a part 2 to the First Time 🔥 post I did a few days back. Hope you all enjoy!

(F/S)=Favorite Scent

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You scurried into the bathroom and turned the shower water on, with Luigi behind you as well. The both of you were both relieving what happened in your minds, and you both enjoyed it so much. It was a perfect first time. You turned back around to see Luigi was already staring at you. He quickly averted his eyes, realizing he was caught peeking at your body.

"Lui, you can stare. I don't mind." You reassured him.

Luigi bashfully chuckled as you checked the water temperature. Perfect. You turned and Luigi was standing there, waiting patiently while having his hands together.

"You ready?" You asked him.

He nodded, with his face covered in a shade of pink. This was definitely a different type of intimacy for Luigi and you can tell he was nervous about it. You stepped in but Luigi didn't follow you in.

"Come on, Lui!" You called for him.

You could hear Luigi take a deep breath in and then out and then he stepped inside the shower with you.

"Oo ah! A little toasty there!" Luigi cried out as soon as the warm water hit his back.

"Oh, it's not that bad." You reassured him.

Once Luigi got used to the water, he got up close to you, your naked chests nearly touching each other.

"You okay?" You asked him since he was flustered pink.

"Yeah, yeah. I am. You're just so beautiful, (Y/N)." Luigi told me.

You couldn't help but blush from his statement.

"So are you." You told him, poking his chest.

Luigi chuckled in response. Luigi was tall and not necessarily skinny. He had some pudge on him, but even then, he was still insecure with his body. He has told you that from the get-go, but you thought he was the most handsome man in the world. You then grabbed some of Luigi's shampoo, squirted some into your hand, and rubbed your hands together.

"Ready?" You asked him.

Luigi nodded as he leaned his down lower for you. You then lathered the shampoo all into his hair, massaging the soap into his scalp and hair. You wanted to make his short, brown locks squeaky clean for your fingers to run through when you are going to sleep. That was his favorite thing to go to sleep to was you running his fingers through your hair. It soothed him and helped him relax. You then took a tiny drop of shampoo and massaged the soap into his mustache, making the both of you giggle.

"Your mustache is so long, but it looks so good on you." You complimented Luigi, making him giggle.

"Does it really? I've always wondered what I would look like without it, but it's become my thing at this point." Luigi said while twirling it.

"Don't ever get rid of it!" You joked while poking him playfully and Luigi laughed in response.

You forgot how ticklish he was, but it was honestly so cute of him. Luigi then backed to under the shower head and rinsed all of the shampoo off of him. As the soap trinkled down his body, you couldn't help but admire him. Y'all have been together for a while now, and you hoped you both had many years to come. Luigi had hints of proposing to you, and you aren't in any rush to do that for you know a ring, wedding, and a honeymoon cost a lot of money. You both have been saving a lot for it and hope that it would be the best day of your lives. Once Luigi got all of the shampoo out, he shook his hair like a dog, and the hair was all in his eyes. You laughed at his antics. He always knew how to make you laugh.

"I think you need a hair trim is what you need." You commented, moving the hair out of his face so you could see his beautiful blue eyes.

"Hm, maybe. I liked how you trimmed my hair last time." Luigi commented, making you smile.

"Maybe I'll do that after we get out." You suggested.

Luigi smiled in response. He loved it when you trimmed his hair. Not only was it free but also cause it was a different bonding experience for the both of you. Sometimes, he lets you trim his mustache, but that was once in a blue moon. You then reached for some body soap and put some into your hand. You lathered your hands in the soap and began massaging his chest, making sure to get good where his the small patch of chest hair that he had. Luigi just watched you intently as you continued to wash his body, as if he was put under a spell. He thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world. Your personality, your looks, your body, it was all perfect in his eyes. You've been so good to him and being patient with him with his anxiety. You loved dogs while he was terrified of them, but he has welcomed the idea of a small dog into the house soon, maybe a Daschund or a mini Australian Sheppard. Luigi loved animals, and he loved you, so he was willing to try for you. As if you were reading his mind, you asked him this.

"So have you decided on whether you'd want a Daschund or a mini Aussie?"

Luigi shrugged his shoulders.

"Daschunds can be loyal while also stubborn as hell, but mini Aussie's can have big herding tendencies since they are a working breed." You explained to him.

"I think a Daschund would be just fine." Luigi told you, making you happy.

"Okay. We can look at local shelters and see what they have." You suggested.

You then turned Luigi around and started scrubbing his back.

"I'll let you get a cat too." You suggested, wanting to make it fair for him.

You knew Luigi loved cats, and even though you weren't exactly a huge fan of them, albeit you were a dog person, you still liked them and wanted it to be fair for Luigi.

"That would be nice." Luigi said as you finished his back.

He got under the water again to rinse the soap off of him. Once he was finished, he turned to you.

"What?" You asked.

"You're just so pretty. I can't keep my eyes off of you." Luigi complimented you, gazing at you.

He always praised you, and it made you feel so good about yourself. Luigi then grabbed your (F/S) shampoo, put some in his hands, and gently began lathering the soap into your hair. Just feeling his fingers in your scalp made you go into zen mode. It was like he was massaging your brain in a way, and it felt so good to you. It felt that good to you that you ended up leaning your head onto his chest.

"You good?" Luigi asked you, a little caught off guard from your action.

"Yeah." You said, his warm chest soothing you.

Luigi continued to wash your hair until it was completely washed.

"Aw you're done?" You jokingly whined, leaning away from his chest.

Luigi moved you to the shower head and rinsed your hair himself. Your hair felt so clean and refreshing. Luigi then grabbed your favorite body soap and put some of it into his hands. Once he began massaging your body with the soap, you can see his face flushing with pink as he moved down to your breasts, massaging the soap onto them. You giggled at his pink face.

"S-Sorry." Luigi muttered.

"No, no, don't be sorry, Lui. I'm just messing with you." You reassured him.

"Oh, okay." Luigi chuckled as he moved down down to your legs.

He then sat up and moved to your back. He made sure to get every inch of your body. This was such a perfect moment between you two. Once Luigi was finished, he then rinsed your body, just absolutely gazing at you. He then finished and brought you into a warm hug. You immediately hugged him back tightly, feeling his love for you all in that hug.

"I love you, (Y/N)." Luigi told you while rubbing your back.

"I love you too, Luigi." You said back.

You wanted Luigi to be your husband so much. You wanted to have a family with him and grow old together with him. He was the perfect person to do that with. You both stood there hugging each other until the water eventually got cold and you both stepped out, got into some clothes, and fell asleep in each other's arms. You cannot wait to wake up the next morning to see your beautiful boyfriend's blue eyes and his friendly smile as the dawn rises into the next day.

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Here's the part 2 that y'all were waiting for! I'm sorry if it's shorter than my other works, but I hope y'all enjoyed it regardless. And to the three that requested, I am working on those as we speak, but I'll be going in order as to who requested first and then so forth. I hope y'all enjoyed this!

#luigi fluff #luigi nintendo #super mario luigi #super mario #super mario movie #luigi x reader #x reader #luigi my beloved #luigi #luigi x reader fluff #fluff

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alvivaarts · 1 year

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All I can think of is Leon and Luis trying to French kiss for the first time and then Leon accidentally pinches him.

While I don't have any doodles of them French kissing... usually Leon's mandibles stay outside! Since his mandibles sit between the outside of his teeth and the inside of his cheek, it's easier just to stick them out or keep them where they are than worry about moving them around during any smoochin' (or other... activities). Thankfully his teeth keep Luis' poor tongue/lips safe from much, if any pinching.

Leon does have a funny habit of using his mandibles as a sort of kiss. He can feel with them after all! If he's feeling super affectionate or doesn't wanna use his lips/initiate a deep kiss, he kinda just presses his lips/face against Luis' and sticks out his mandibles to flutter across Luis' face or skin. It's super light, and he keeps the sharp/serated part of his mandibles angled out, so there's no accidental cutting or pinching! Just super light almost ticklish little touches all over Luis' face.

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footfinds · 11 months

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A screenshot from one of my favorite tickle vids/models ever. Luis & his sexy feather-ticklish soles 🪶

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alechans-cutetickles · 5 months

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꒦꒷⚠️ the smiler tickle headcanøns! >//< 🖤💛꒷ ꒦

🇮🇹:lui é ler-learning switch

(🇮🇹:questa é la prima volta che faccio un hc sull solletico viprego lui é cosi carino •//• 💕)

🇺🇸:His is a ler-learning switch

(this is the first time that i make a tickle hc pls he is so cute •//• 💕)

ʚ LER ~ 🎀 soft🇮🇹:giocherellole 🇺🇸:playfull ɞ

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

🍪 🇮🇹:ooo~ lui é davvero bravo a farti il solleticino~ -//-

💌 adora farti il solletico con le sua armi solleticose é soffice chiamate "the giggler" >//<

🍼 "awww sei adorabile piccolx sorisso" "cochy cochy coo~ ^//^ " "penzi di resistere? Sono the smiler quindi il solletico continuera~!"

🎀 adora fare il solletico sulla pancia e schiena °//°

🫁 adora sgranocchiare i carini~

꧁༺-----☆-----༻꧂

🍪 🇺🇸:ooo~ he is very good to tickle u~ -//-

💌 he love tickling u w his ticklish n fluffy weapons called "the giggler!" >//<

🍼 "awww r u adorable lil smile" "cochy cochy coo~ ^//^" "u think u can resist? i'm the smiler so the tickling will continue~!"

🎀 he love tickling tummies n backs °//°

🫁 love nibbling the cuties~

-`♡´- LEE (SOFT 🇮🇹:SCHIOCCO 🇺🇸:SILLY) -`♡´-

🫀 🇮🇹:Oh mio dio quanto é adorabile!! ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა

🦴 lui ADORA quando i ler/switches li fanno il solleticino!! °//°

🫧 dall 19% lui é extra solleticoso!! ///

🐾 soffre il solletico da pertutto povero patatino!! /// 💕💕💕

💢 la sua risatta e mega adorabile e schioccina >//<

🧠 "le tue mani sono cosi calde >//w//<"

🧸 adora tantissimo farsi solleticare sull suo pancino dai ler/switches ♡︎//♡︎

🌈 il solletico lo fa cosi felice che muove la sua coda MAMMA MIA!! 😭💕

🧼 il suo pancino é cosi morbido!! ///

🎧 adora gli abracci,coccole,strofinate baccetti solleticose~

💉 dopo che li hai solleticato cosi tanto ti accarezza la test ti da un baccio su la tua testolina e ti dice "grazie per avermi fatto il solletico sei adorabile e affetuosx ^//^"

‪(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)‬

🫀 🇺🇸:omg how adorable he is!! ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა

🦴 he LOVE being tickled by the lers/switches °//°

🫧 of 19% he is extra ticklish!! ///

🐾 he is ticklish everywhere poor cutie patootie!!! /// 💕💕💕

💢 his laugh is mega adorable w cutes giggles n silly chuckles >//<

🧠 "ur handa r so warm! >//w//<"

🧸 he love being tickled by his tummy by the lers/switches ♡︎//♡︎

🌈 tickle make him happy that he wang his tail OMG!! 😭 💕

🧼 his tummy it's so soft ///

🎧 he love tickle hugs,cuddles n kisses~

💉 after u tickle him that much he pat u kissing ur lil head n say "thx u for tickling me ur so adorable n affectuos ^//^'

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jxckyx3 · 1 year

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It's been a while since I've posted here!!

I hope you guys missed me as much as I missed you!!

😭

Anyways, enough sappy shit. Let's get inta' some smut!

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Ship: Nogla harem --who's surprised? Not us--

Top(s): Evan, Tyler, Jon, Brock, Marcel, Scotty, Lui & Brian

Bottom: Nogla

AU: Hybrid

Setting: Cave / Forest

Type: Smut

Warning ⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains mention of slavery, assault, attempt of sexual assault, sexual themes, animalistic behavior and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised. 🔞

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Third pov -

The forest was large. Tall trees, wide fields, many meadows and beautiful creaks and waterfalls.

Hybrids were a main part of nature, symbolizing peace and kindness, fertility and vitality, Innocence and submissiveness. Or in the bible, at least.

Full breed humans were long gone. Wether rid of old age, or all off in space like they've been trying for years.

All that was left in their wake, was the remaining lives of the hybrids that were long forgotten, long uncared for.

The animals had to take what the humans left them, and recover. Turning the vast majority of human waste, into something beautiful.

Old cities were turned into housing for the more picky hybrids, wooden houses were turned into spare wood for the bugs and beavers that has use of it, the clothing that was left was used as a bit of cover-up, and human food was turned into medicine.

If hybrids knew anything, it was medicine.

Back when humans still lived on earth, hybrids were used as slaves. Abiding by the rules by their owners. But not anymore. They now lived by their own rules. Their natural rules.

The rules of the wild.

However, lacking a president of some sort or government, meant nobody could be taken accountable for their actions.

Predators were nasty, the more greedy of them leaving bloodshed behind. While the prey strived to survive in a world without punishment.

That's when the rules of the wild became more stern. More serious.

Hybrids had to live as the generations of animals like them once had used. If you're prey, survive any way you can. If you were predator, mark you territory and make yourself heard.

It was like the game that was played before the cavemen showed up. It was 'Live your life to the fullest, but watch out, because it can end in an instant'.

The hybrids did a pretty good job at letting everything fall back into place. Being the free wild animals they once were centuries ago—only this time, they had hands and feet.

Zebra stuck in large crowds, bunnies had babies like no other, and birds swooped through the skies without a care to get shot.

After all, the humans took all their weapons anyway.

Hybrids had to teach themselves the way of the human, of course. They didn't want to be entirely wild. Books were still a thing, but many hybrid couldn't read. Science was still a thing so electricity worked...but those were only used for the cats and dogs that lived in the cities.

The more house pet kind of animals liked to stay a little bit classy at least.

Many animals struggled to live, and here in the forest, was one of them.

Pale hands reached through the crystal clear water, admiring the cleanliness. Humans had always ruined their oceans and rivers, so it was nice to see the toxic waste disintegrate and the waters clear up day by day.

The humans at least had the decency to add in a chemical that killed all plastics and plastics only from the ocean. It wasn't harmful to fish, and was doing wonders on the seas.

Though many rumoured that it was only because they would want to return back to earth in the future. Not anytime soon hopefully.

They'd just ruin it again.

Big ears twitched as a water droplet shot up and landed on a stand of dark fur, causing the owner to shake his head to rid of the ticklish feeling.

He raised his hands from the river, cupping the water close to his mouth as he took a few large gulps.

The hybrid was a fox, born in Ireland. Long ago, his pack was taken down by a murder—murder as in a group of crows. The birds had attacked their colony and they had split up for safety.

The fox hybrid never wanted to, but it was the only way to stay alive. If he hadn't listened to his mother's last words before she bolted for the woods, he might've been dead by now.

He sighed softly, staring down at his own reflection. His bright green eyes looked back up at him, looking all so lonely.

The fox—named Daithi after his grandfather—had traveled around the globe aimlessly, trying to find a permanent home. Yet he had to find one. He fled Ireland more than twenty years ago, and if he could read a damn single letter, he'd be able to read signs he saw on the highway and find out where he was damnit.

But alas, not every hybrid was graced with an ancestor that lived upon human once, and that could teach them the way of the scribbles they doodled on papers they called 'words'.

Daithi giggled at the thought, loving the idea of having some old grandfather fox that could have sat him on his lap as a child and teach him to read and write.

That would've been great...

The fox then flinched, his hair standing on end and his head snapping up as he hears the sounds of leaves shuffling.

It was the ending of winter, and underneath all the melted snow were dry twigs and crunchy autumn leaves.

It was obvious someone was near.

Daithi lowered slightly, shifting his eyes around his surroundings. The half-naked trees blew lightly from the soft breeze, the sun hitting down on the river and making the moss covered rocks look to glow. It was a clear sky, so he was glad he could see all the blind spots behind the trees, canceling any shadow and place to hide.

Yet, it scared him. Because once he saw a trio of black bears, he was all fight or flight.

Tall, muscular, bulky. Too strong for him. If they were grizzly, he'd have a better chance by playing dead. But with black bears, he would need to fight back. And... Daithi's more of a lover than a fighter.

"Well...looks like someone's in our spot boys." The first bear spoke, his voice scratchy and deep. Daithi shivered at the tone. Malicious, violent.

Evil.

"In our territory... Doesn't that call for death?" The second asked, crossing his thick arms over his chest as he glared the fox down. Their accents were American. Daithi knew he must be in the United States somewhere.

The third quickly cut the two off, waving at them.

"No, no, let's have a bit of fun. Been a while since we've tortured such a pretty little thing." He grinned, earning immediate agreement at the sinister plan.

Daithi growled softly, not liking where this was going.

He couldn't fight, but damnit he had to try. His shitty combat skills have gotten him this far, he can't give up on life now.

Even if he had nothing to live for...

He still had pride though. And he was not going to die by the hands by a few stupid bears that think the world is like their own circus.

"Fuck you." He snapped, slowly rising to his feet. One of the bears chuckled at that, taking great enjoyment at the way Daithi's claws shot out.

"With such tiny claws to defend? I think it's best if we do the fucking, babe." The first bear smirked, showing claws of his own.

Thick, sharp, long. Unlike Daithi's that were short and thin. He growled at himself softly.

I really need to stop worrying about manicuring my damn claws, he thought.

Daithi peered back up to the bears, shooting them one more glare before he was off, jumping across the rocks of the river gracefully and running into the forest.

He tried to keep a steady pace, breathing through his nose as he hears the excited roars and calls of the bear as they began to chase after him.

To them, this was just another wild goose chase. Like cat and mouse. They'd hunt Daithi down, rip him to shreds, and once they've had their fun, cook him up and serve him as diner.

'Daithi de diner' didn't sound very appetizing, in his mind.

He spared a glance over his shoulder, seeing the bears running to him as if this was a walk in the park. They weren't even sprinting.

But neither was he.

He dashed over the damp soil of the earth, turning a corner of a small rocky mountain and carefully jumping from fallen log to log.

The weather had gotten much better since the humans left, so a fresh winter storm had just ended. It had caused many large trees to fall, most of which were ranged from millions years of age.

Daithi smiled softly as he hears the curses from the bears, peeking over his shoulder to see them stumble on the logs like barrels.

The ground was still wet, and all underneath the logs was mud and sand. They had to be light on their feat and fast if they wanted to cross the log valley like the fox had.

Daithi finished the twenty feet of logs, landing on the solid ground softly. He chanced another peek back, only to grumble and stomp his foot in annoyance as he saw the bears start to pick up logs, throwing them aside like twigs and making their way to him. Fast.

And here all he wanted was some water. Now, he's going to get mauled by black bears.

He huffed, turning away and begining to run again. He heard them just make their way to solid ground as well, continuing to run his way away from the rocky paths and towards the open tree areas instead.

If he couldn't outrun them, he'd have to outsmart them. He was a fox, after all.

He panted lightly as he reached the trees, making sure to kick any small log of break down any lower branch to slow down the bears a little.

"Come here you mutt!" One of the bears shouted.

Wow, now that's just disrespectful.

Daithi pouted in offense, hating to be compared to those privileged k-nines that lived in the cities. They were almost as bad as humans.

Wolves and coyotes were cool, but dogs were not. They were too posh for his liking.

Daithi grunted as he jumped a bit, grabbing onto a low branch of a tree, and swinging himself up onto it. He landed with a soft puff of air, bending his knees and jumping forward.

He outstretched his arms, flying through the air and landing on another branch from a nearby tree.

Daithi ran through the trees as the bears ran on ground, hoping to keep the high ground if he couldn't outrun them.

His ears flickered, hearing more noises in the forest. But the trees were thickening, and the branches were fuller in this area. It was much harder to see his surroundings.

Also, the fact that he was getting chased by bears with the desire to demolish him, really distracted him from caring about what else was going on.

Daithi jumped to a far tree, yelping softly as he almost missed the branch. But he couldn't help but to snort when a shorter branch fell and smacked one of the bear in the face.

"You bitch!" He shouted. Daithi giggled, too busy laughing at the angry look on his face to notice the branch above his head.

He smacked into it with a choked gasp, the momentum causing him to fall from the tree. He winced as the sharp rocks in the ground pierced into his back, causing him to arch his body in pain.

But that was the least of his worries, when he felt a harsh yank on his tail and he was lifted from the ground.

He held in a sob at the pain of being held by such a thin limb that was more fur than flesh and bone. He swore if he was lifted any more, his tail would surely rip from his body.

"Now look who's laughing, you little shit!" The bear that got smacked growled, smacking Daithi across his face, claws out and everything.

The fox let out a sharp cry, but it wasn't the pain from his face. He felt it sure, but it was the pain from his tail. He could swear he felt it dislocate from the force of the smack.

He whimpered as the other bear grabbed him by his scratched face, squeezing his cheeks between his hand. The action caused more blood to leak from the three nicks in his cheek.

"Stupid dog, I was gonna kill you off easy. Now I want you to feel pain." He hissed, growling and barring his sharp teeth.

Daithi barked in pain as the other bear dropped him to the ground, at least glad that his tail bone was left alone.

He tried to get back on his knees, only for the third gear to kick his side and flip him onto his back. He wheezed as all the air was punched from his lungs, a stinging pain spreading over his ribs.

"Fuckin' mutt, you're gonna be begging for me to stop when I'm done with you." The first bear spoke, dropping to his knees between Daithi's legs and punching him square in the gut.

Daithi opened his mouth in a silent scream, feeling a coppery taste enter his mouth from the hit.

Yeah a few hits could cripple his strength to fight back just a little, but these were bears. Man eating, meat eating, fox eating bears. They were five times his strength. Hell, even a coyote would have a better chance at taking them on than he did.

Because he was just a measly fox.

"And I mean, begging." The bear spoke, his voice dropping to a deep gravely like sound. Daithi peered his watering eyes open, breathing sharply as he saw the bear reach his hands down to the soft material of rabbit hyde at Daithi's hips.

Great, this is how I die. Getting fucked by a couple of disgusting, creepy bears.

"You're gonna want me to kill you before we're done." He smirked wickedly, lowering his head down to Daithi's neck.

He gave a scream of pain as he felt those scarily sharp teeth latch into his shoulder, his whole body shaking in discomfort as the dark blood oozed down his pale skin.

"Mm, so sweet and tasty." The bear growled, running his tongue over the blood. Daithi cried, looking up at the sun to blind himself. That way, he couldn't see how he died.

At least he'll remember the pretty sun and the beautiful tall trees right before he was taken to death...

Yet death, never came. In fact, Daithi couldn't even remember why he was here. How long has he been here?

Right, the bears. But where were they?

Just a second ago, he swore he was just underneath one of them, about to get eaten alive. But now the bear was nowhere to be seen.

Daithi heard grunting and growling, blinking his eyes away from the sun.

As much as he wanted those things to be the last things he saw being going to heaven, his curiosity got the best of him, and he wanted to know what the hell was going on.

He tried to blink his vision back to normal, but the blurry spots from the sun blinded him momentarily and the tears of pain weren't making it better. He was sobbing weakly.

When did he start crying?

He felt his ears lower when a shadow casted over him- no, a silhouette blocking the sun and staring down at him. He gave a soft cry, wanting them to just go away and let him die in peace, but then another one popped up.

Then another, and he couldn't hear any more struggles or growls. Just quiet muttering, that sounded to fuzzy for him to head.

Had he hit his head that hard that he momentarily lost his hearing as well?

He started to panic as he felt arms wrap around his body, whimpering in fear as he was lifted from the ground. But thankfully, not by his tail this time.

He felt a solid, warm object pressed next to him, and he didn't know what was coming over him, but he pressed into it.

Wether it be because he was scared and needed the reassurance, if he didn't give a shit anymore, or because he was so touch starved that he'd give anything for at least a bit of physical contact. He didn't know, but what he did know, was that he was welcomed to the warmth, making small animalistic sounds of pain as the other stranger him tightly.

"Don't worry, you're safe now." Was the last words he heard, before all he saw was darkness.

Daithi blinked once, he blinked twice. And when he blinked the third time, he realized that he wasn't in his burrow and that he was in a world of pain.

He shot his eyes open quickly, looking around frantically but not moving a single muscle. He was facing a rock wall, that much was known. But where he was or how he got here, was a complete mystery.

He frowned in confusion, trying to stay as still as possible as if he was trying to play dead. Natural instincts I guess.

He thought back to what happened, easily doing so as foxes had great memory.

He remembers the river and the bears, the chase, the assault, and the...save he was given?

He remembered the silhouettes of the three that had helped him, but what were they?

Daithi flinched and let a squeak escape his lips as he heard a loud sneeze, bolting up and backing up into the wall he had been staring at.

"Woah there buddy, calm down." One of the men said. Daithi scanned the room as quick as possible, taking note of everything.

The four hybrids, the bookshelves filled with books lined against the rock walls, the man-made looking counters and shelves filled with what looked to be medicines. Then, the large open gap in the rock that looked to be the doorway.

If worst goes to worst, that has to be his getaway. There's no other option.

"Hey, calm down. Alright? You're okay. You're safe." He snapped his head over to the one who spoke, whimpering as he took a step closer.

He didn't know why he was summiting to surrender like a scared kitten. He could've growled at the man, but he knew better. He was hurt. He couldn't fight.

Even if he had to.

"Hey, it's okay. I know it's scary, just take a few deep breaths for me. Yeah?"

The man's voice was so soft and gentle, Daithi found himself following orders. For some odd reason, his body gave in, panting lightly and gradually slowing to a steady breathing as the man finally made it just a foot from him.

In punching distance...

"See? All better now. Just relax, nobody's gonna hurt you. I promise." The hybrid smiled, grabbing Daithi's hands gently and holding them in his own.

Daithi felt his heart do literal black flips, trying to remember the last time he'd been touched so tenderly

And though he was a fox with a memory of a healthy elephant...he couldn't remember a single time he's been handled so gently. So carefully.

So... lovingly.

"Hey uh, how about I get him more comfortable and you guys go get him something to eat from the stuff you got? We'll talk this all out later." The man said, turning to face the other three.

Daithi snapped his head in their direction, almost having forgotten about them.

The three exchanged glances before shrugging or humming and making their way out of the tiny cave, into what looked to be more tunnels.

Daithi looked back to the man holding his hands, taking in his hybrid features.

Fair sized brown pointed ears, deep brown eyes with pupils larger than average, white sharp claws, long slick tail, and sharp k-nines that showed when he smiled.

Wolf. He was a wolf hybrid. No wonder he submitted so easily, he must be an alpha.

"Hey um, you must be really scared. I'll just start from the beginning." He grinned nervously, taking a step away from Daithi and leaning against one of the counters.

In all honesty, Daithi sort of missed the hand holding.

"The three that just left were out hunting. Uh, they needed more fish but they saw the chase. They saw you getting hurt by 'The Three Little Bears' and decided to help. They're one of our usual neighbors. But most definitely not friendly." He joked with a light chuckle.

But Daithi didn't laugh. Too scared too.

The wolf noticed his silence, clearing his throat awkwardly before continuing.

"Uh, anyways. They saw you getting hurt pretty badly, so they stepped in. You got a few fractured ribs, nothing to worry about, they'll heal in a few weeks or so. Uh, you have a few dislocated bones in your tail, but I pushed those back in place. Other than a few cuts, scraped and bruises though, you're all good." He said, grinning like it was the greatest news ever.

Daithi hesitantly nodded, at least trying to be polite. After all, it's how his parents raised him. This guy obviously healed him, so the least he could do was acknowledge his help.

"By the way, my name's Brock. You're lucky the guys found you when they did, they don't usually do that. But I, uh...think they mistakened you for one of us." He then said, rubbing his chin as he looked Daithi up and down.

Daithi gulped at that, now understanding why they had even helped him at all. It it was any other species, they would've walked on by and didn't look back.

They thought he was a wolf. But this guy...this guy knew.

"You're not a wolf...are you." The wolf- Brock, said. Daithi messed with the vines on his hands nervously—human clothes were easily dirtied and ruined, he's rather make clothing from materials in the forest—, trying to find an awnser.

He could potentially lie. But he was scared. So incredibly scared. He's been attacked by bears yes, but he's delt with many before. He's never delt with a wolf, and he feared that Brock would do something to him if he lied.

"...n-no." He admitted quietly, keeping his eyes down and getting ready to accept his fate if Brock decided to kill him right then and there.

"Hmm, figured that much. Not a lot of wolves in our den have black fur. At least not without a bit of white, grey or brown highlights." Brock muttered, licking his teeth in thought. Daithi flicked his eyes away from the sharp fangs, not saying anything.

Brock noticed his silence.

"You scared?" He asked, his tone dropping from casual to something a little more comforting. Daithi looked up at him, seeing only sincere kindness in those eyes.

"A-a bit." He admitted, keeping his talking to a minimum, because he felt unwelcomed in wolf territory.

Like a goat in a lions den.

Wolves were known to be the most violent when it came to protecting their pack and their territory. But Daithi hadn't met one before, so he wasn't gonna act by the stereo type. Although...it was better to act safe, just in case.

"Don't be. Most of the guys here and some of the most unscariest people you'll ever meet." Brock said, smiling softly at the other.

Daithi couldn't help but let a giggle slip out at that, thinking back to the dramatic, overly obnoxious sneeze one of the other wolves had let out not too long ago.

Brock smiled, happy to see the other smiling a little. It looked much better than the crying, whimpering man the other's hand taken in a few hours ago.

"Yo, got the shit!" A loud voice came. Daithi immediately dropped his smile, pushing himself back into the corner. He wasn't scared because they were wolves or because there was more of them. But he was scared because they were taller than Brock and a bit more built.

And though they did save him, they had taken down three black bears. Three. There was even a bit of blood still on them from the attack.

Brock noticed the fox's change in attitude, holding a hand up to stop the other three from walking any closer.

"Just...here's fine. He's still a bit spooked, Jon." Brock said, confusing the other wolf. He thought for a few seconds, looking to Daithi before looking back at Brock.

"Alright, that's cool." He shrugged, handing the basket to the medic. Brock sighed, gesturing the three to sit down as he slowly walked back to Daithi.

"Try to eat the whole thing. You're skinnier than a few of our omegas." One of the other wolves—named Evan— said, gesturing to the basket Brock set on the bed as he looked to Daithi.

But the fox still didn't respond, keeping his eyes on the three as he subconsciously hugged his tail. Traumatized from it being tugged on so carelessly.

Not to mention, their pheromones were strong, and very intimidating to say the least.

"What's his deal?" The one named Tyler asked, raising a brow in Brock's direction as he sat himself on one of the logs in there that they used as chairs.

"Uh...he's not- he's not a wolf, guys." Brock broke the news, looking to his friends like they were stupid. Like they should've known he was a whole different species despite their similarities in looks.

"What? He's not?" Evan asked, looking to Brock in confusion.

"Nope." He confirmed, popping his 'p' as he looked down at them.

"Then what is he?" Jon asked, clearly not understanding since Daithi looked almost exactly like them.

"Fox." Brock simply replied, pursing his lips at them.

"There's...such thing as a black fox?" Tyler asked, narrowing his eyes at the medic in case he was getting this all wrong. But the other looked all too confident, nodding his head in certain.

"Mhm. Only seen in the UK and Ireland. But they're very rare. He's very rare." He explained, gesturing to Daithi.

The fox was too busy eyeing the basket of fish to notice the wolves looking at him, just now seeing his differences.

His coat of fur was entirely black, not a single strand of white, grey, or even brown like most black wolves had. The only non-black area, was the tip of his tail, that was a shiny looking silver. His ears were much bigger than any wolf's, his tail was fluffier and his claws were much too tiny.

And as wolves have sharp eyes, Daithi's were big and doe-like.

They stared for God knows how long, the small cave filled with a deafening silence. Brock was weirded out by his pack's unusual silence, taking the chance to break the awkwardness.

He pushed himself from the counter and pushed the basket of fish a little closer to Daithi, breaking the fox from his hungry gaze.

He flicked his eyes up to Brock, then back to the fish, repeating the action in askance. Brock gave him a swift nod, smiling in encouragement.

"Go ahead."

Daithi bit his lip in thought, his nose tingling at the smell of the raw fish.

He was hungry, and he was really weak. Plus, they demanded he eat, and he wasn't gonna disobey them.

He hesitated, reaching his hand out to grab one of the fish. He glanced at Brock, earning another smile and gesture for him to continue.

Daithi sniffed the fish, his mouth salivating. Damn, he was so hungry.

He let his tail drop from his lap as he took a tiny bite of the fish, relishing the way it's skin peeled from the body.

He whimpered in a moment of weakness, his tail wagging a bit as he realized this was salmon. And oh how he loved, salmon.

He took another bite, tasting the flavor of blood and pink fish melt on his tongue. His ears perked up from their position of laying flat against his head, quiet whines slipping from his mouth as he continued to eat like he was a starving man.

The wolves couldn't help but to smile, finding the fox all too adorable. I mean, if they hadn't saved him and turned a blind eye, this cuteness and innocence would all go to waste and he'd be dead right now.

Seeing as the fox was a little more lively, now that he was eating, Evan decided to get to know him a little.

"So little vixen, what's your name?" He asked, sounding more friendly than usual. Brock snapped his head in Evan's direction, knowing it was the same tone Evan used whenever he wanted to hook-up with one of the beta or delta. On rare occasions, an omega.

"Daithi." The fox said softly, still uncertain but a little more open. They did give him fish, what else could a fox like him ask for?

"David, cute name." Jon smirked flirtatiously, looking the fox up and down with lustful blue eyes.

"Jonathan..." Brock spoke warningly, giving a firm look at the other. Hell, he knew that this was gonna end up being a problem because the fox was cute, but fuck.

Crap...

"What? I'm just givin' a compliment, no need to go all alpha on me." Jon grinned, noticing the challenging look in Brock's eyes. It said 'I dare you, but I already warned you once and that was enough'.

"Hey- just curious. What's your subgender?" Tyler asked, not having taken a single look away from Daithi this whole time, completely out of curiosity.

"Tyler! You can't just ask people about that. We don't even know if foxes have their own dynamics." Brock exclaimed in disbelief, shooting him a glare with a shake of his head.

"What, I was just curious!" The other said in defense, doing the same gesture Brock did, only more dramatic to egg him on even more.

But before Brock could point it out, Evan was speaking again.

"I thought you research all about animals? Isn't that what doctors do?" He asked, gesturing to the shelves filled with books. Brock sighed at that, shaking his head in answer.

"Yeah, the animals that I treat. I'm a wolf, in a wolf pack. I research about wolves, not foxes." He explained, rolling his eyes in even more disbelief.

How stupid could one be?

"Oh, well, alright then. Let's just ask Daithi. Daithi, do you have dynamics?" Jon asked, using the same soft tone he heard Brock use in case he scared the poor fox.

Because as much as he wanted to flirt with him and make Daithi nervous, he didn't want to scare him out of his mind.

The fox jumped as he realized he was being spoken to, noticing the room when silent for him again.

"U-uh...yes." He replied, a bit uncomfortable with the new strangers. Even if they did save his life.

"Great! Now that that's settled, what are you?" Jon continued, smiling down at Daithi with that toothy grin.

It wasn't scary, so much as...different.

Brock groaned with a roll of his eyes, facepalming at the behavioral problems his friends had.

"Uh... I-I'm an omega." Daithi replied sheepishly, returning the fish back to his mouth. Because fuck did it taste good!

"Omega. Right, makes sense." Tyler nodded.

"Yeah, I sorta expected that." Evan agreed.

"Same. He's too small to be beta. Tall, but too slim." Jon butted in.

"Guys!" Brock exclaimed in disappointment, smacking the closest upside the head. Jon being the unlucky one.

Daithi just laughed at that, understanding completely by when Brock said 'unscariest'. Sure they looked big, buff and scary. But they were sweet so far.

He was actually starting to get used to them. But one thing they did know, was that they loved his laugh.

"Anyways, all genders aside, you won't be able to get back on your feet for at least a few months. You can try, but I'd rather you not. Those bears can hold a grudge." Brock said, changing the subject to much important matters.

"Great! You'll be stuck with us until then!" Evan exclaimed, already excited to let the rest of the alpha's meet their new little friend.

"I'm...not sure that's a good thing. Don't trust him Daithi." Brock muttered, earning more laughs from the fox as Evan gasped on offense and went on a rant about how he's top alpha and blah, blah, blah.

Brock could give two shits.

"It's fine, they're less chaotic than these three, trust me." Brock tried, gesturing to the three other alpha's that shot him looks of offense.

Daithi only whined, staring down towards the end of the tunnel as he fiddled with his tail. He was glad only the base was sore, because he fidgeted with the tip a lot.

"Would it make you feel better if I held your hand?" Evan offered, knowing it was hard to deal with the whole pack sometimes. Especially when they were all together.

And it couldn't be any easier for Daithi, seeing as he's a fox and not a wolf.

He nodded his head quickly, immediately taking the hand that was offered to him. Evan chuckled in adoration, giving Daithi's hand a reassuring squeeze as they began to walk towards the dining den.

It was lunchtime, and though Daithi already had one fish, he was beyond starving. Plus, it gave the guys an excuse to let the rest of the pack meet him.

The five hybrids walked towards the chattering voices slowly, Daithi's anxiety and fear spiking when he saw a few new faces in sight.

He whimpered quietly, grabbing onto Tyler's hand with his free one. The wolf was startled by the contact, glancing down. Though he usually hated being touched—especially by horny omegas— he didn't mind at all. Simply chuckling as Daithi squeezed his hand harder.

"Hey guys!" Evan called, earning immediately greetings and squeals of his name from a few female wolves.

"Uh, new addition to our pack. I'd like for you all to meet Daithi! He a fox. Cute, isn't he?" He asked, pulling Daithi forward and showing off their joined hands.

The cave went silent, wolves blinking up at the fox in confusion, surprise and awe.

Jon chuckled under his breath at that.

Not only was he a sight for sore eyes, but he's holding Evan's hand. The simps are definitely not gonna like that.

"Wow..." Marcel was the first to speak, looking at the fox in shock.

"Hey uh, nice to meet you. Name's Marcel." He said with a wide smile, standing up to shake the other's hand.

Daithi let go of Evan's hand, hesitantly reaching over to greet him properly. His grip was just as strong as the other four's, and he looked less intimidating than Jon, Evan and Tyler.

"Uh, hi. I'm Daithi- or, David in English. N-nice ta meet ye." He said shyly, for some reason feeling the warm welcoming with the- alpha? He surely smelt like one.

A loud bang on the table then scared Daithi, yelping as he jumped and clung to Tyler, shaking violently.

"Ha! Ye're Irish! My god, it's been so long since I've met another!" Another alpha jumped up from his seat, having had slammed his hands on the table.

"Brian!" Brock exclaimed, scoffing as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What?! I'm excited!" Brian said in defense, flopping back to his seat with a huff and pout as he crossed his arms like a child.

"Okay, but he just got attacked by three black bears. He's still jumpy, just- calm your yitties a bit." Brock sighed, rolling his eyes as Brian could only laugh at his choice of wording.

"Sorry Daithi, he's one of the louder ones." Jon pointed out, taming Daithi's fur down a bit.

"I-its'kay... it's okay, uh. Sorry Tyler." Daithi mumbled, gently pulling himself off of the other. Of course, he still held his hand though.

"Nah, it's cool." The alpha shrugged, earning immediate confusion from the betas and omegas.

Tyler was an alpha that hated contact. Especially physical, so it was strange for him to brush Daithi off so easily and unaggressively.

"Here uh, sit. I'll make you a plate." Brock sighed, gesturing for his friends to sit as he began to fill Daithi's plate with cooked fish and salad.

They all sat at the end of the table, and it confused the pack, because that side was only for alpha's.

Daithi didn't look like an alpha, so why were they letting him sit with them?

"Uh David, so this is Scotty, Lui, you already met Marcel, and Brian the idiot." Jon explained, taking a seat next to Tyler. Who was next to Nogla, still holding hands.

This was all very confusing for the pack.

"Oh, n-nice ta meet ye all." David smiled, waving with his free hand.

"Pleasures all ours." Lui grinned, taking Daithi's hand and placing a kiss to his knuckles. The fox flushed at the action, the tint on his pale face visible.

"Stop that." Brock huffed, smacking Lui's hand away.

"Ow!" He hissed, drawing back immediately. Brock rolled his eyes, setting Nogla's plate down in front of him.

He seriously loved his friends, but they can be a bit much.

"Thanks Brock." David thanked him for the food, swiping his tail underneath the alpha's chin in a sort of thankful, affection manner.

He froze at that, feeling his fangs unvoluntarily grow a bit longer. He pursed his lips shut, trying to hide them. But his friends already saw.

"No problem." He smiled, making sure not to use teeth. Brian smirked at the medic, the two holding eye contact as Brian wiggled his eyebrows, earning a glare in response.

"Mmm, ye have such a wonderful smell Daithi." He grinned, shifting his gaze to the fox. David looked up at that, a warm feeling seeping in to his heart hearing the accent.

It's been a while since he's left Ireland, he missed the familiarity of it all.

"T'anks. My pa used ta say I got it from me mum." He said, taking a bite of the delicious fish.

God, he loved fish.

"Interesting, so do-" Scotty began, only to get cut off by a random beta listening in on the conversation. Well, they were all eavesdropping, but were doing a pretty shitty job at hiding it.

"Wait, so if you come from Ireland and you're a fox, then where's your pack?" The woman asked, a bit of attitude in her tone. A few of the guys wanted to say something, but they just let it play through a bit.

They were also a bit curious.

"Uh...we were all separated when a murder-"

"A murder?!" Evan cut him off, spitting out his drink to exclaim in disbelief.

"Ah- no, no." Daithi said, giggling, as the other got it all wrong. And the little laugh was definitely enough to ease all their nerves, but not entirely.

"No, a murder. Crows. T'ey split us up. Somethin' ta do wit' territory or some shit. Honestly, too stupid fer me ta care 'bout it anymore." He shrugged, going back to eating his fish.

At that, a few of the alpha's glared over at the woman that spoke, a whine slipping from her lips as she lowered into her seat in guilt.

"Anyways, I ran away, and now I'm here. But at least I don' have ta have an arranged marriage wit' an alpha." David shrugged again, at this point not even scared.

In fact, he was quite comfortable here. The way Tyler rubbed his knuckles with his thumb really helped.

Which drew lots of attention, because Tyler? Tyler of all people? Being affectionate? It was practically unheard of.

Tyler knew the gazes were there, but he didn't feel angry or embarrassed like he thought he would. In fact, he felt calm. Maybe the warmth of David's hand just did that for him.

"Wait, so foxes have dynamics?" Scotty asked, leaning forward in interest. Brock groaned, shaking his head. Daithi nodded, humming as he chewed the rest of his bite and swallowed.

"Mhm! In fact, I'm an omega. Even crazier, I can get pregnant if I wanted ta." He giggled. Now it was Lui's turn to spit his water out.

"Yo-you can get pregnant?" He asked in disbelief, choking a bit on his words. David nodded, a bit confused.

"You're male omega can't get pregnant?" He asked.

"Uh, we don't have any male omega." Evan explained, gesturing over to the end of the table. Only to show, all women.

"Huh...strange." Daithi mumbled, flicking his tail in thought.

"Speaking of pregnancy, are you looking for pups? Because I can give, if y'know what I mean." One of the deltas from the middle of the table spoke up.

The alpha's all glared at him, not wanting to ruin Daithi's innocence. However, it didn't seemed like the fox understood the flirty joke anyways.

"How so? Ye can get pregnant too?" He asked, tilting his head adorably as he perked his ears and tail up.

Silence.

"...Hey Marcel, why don't you show Daithi around? He needs to learn the tunnels if he's gonna be staying here." Brock asked, the other alpha immediately getting the message behind the soft words.

"Sure man. C'mon David." Marcel perked up, walking around the table to help the fox to his feet, getting a yelp in surprise and giggles as he picked him up bridal style and ran down one of the many tunnel openings.

It was quiet for a few seconds, until Brock sighed and turned his head down the table to the rest of the pack.

"Listen. Delta, beta, omega- I don't care what you are. You hurt David, lay a single hand on him or so much as talk to him in a suggestive way...we will unrank you, and you'll be forced to leave the pack. Do I make myself clear?" He asked. Speaking softly and darkly.

The most threatening Brock had ever been, and it left the pack confused and fearful. Having no choice but to merely nod in understanding.

"Right...great." Brock sighed, sitting forward as he began to eat his food, the others doing the same.

But all that they knew, was that something was going on with their alpha's. And it was definitely because of that new fox they brought in.

Nogla fell right into the alpha pack, like he was meant to be there.

He got along so well with the other wolves, and him and the guys were the bestest of friends.

Hell, Nogla's new nickname was even given to him by Brian. Meaning 'friendly' in English.

Of course, the vixen was still a pretty thing, and the wolves liked to stare. Everything about him was amazing.

His smell, his laugh, his smile. They couldn't get enough, but they didn't dare to speak suggestively to him. After all, Brock swore never to hurt his pack, but he was a man that kept his word.

If they touched Nogla, they'd be in deep shit.

A few of the omegas were jealous of Daithi's role. Always hanging around with the alpha's without needing authority or permission. Even if he was a omega himself.

Nogla did happen to make a few real friends with a couple of omegas though. He called them his girlfriends, which the guys thought was super adorable.

It's been two months at best that Nogla's been with the guys. And they all trusted eachother with their lives.

So when March came around, Nogla trusted the guys enough to tell them about the season.

The fox mating season.

The first day he fell into his heat, the guys got concerned by the blood curdling fox screams they heard from his room.

Their worries washed when he told them the issue, but it still concerned them. Because he sounded like he was in pain.

"No, I already checked. It says it's normal for foxes to scream like their hurt. It means their ready for breeding." Brock confirmed for the third time that day, closing the book he found on foxes and set it down on the counter.

"Breed- are ye sure? Like, completely sure?" Brian asked, his ears flicking as another mewl came from the room right across the medbay.

The guys thought it would be best to put Nogla's room close to the infirmary. That way if he needed any checking, it would be right there for easy access.

"Yes, I'm sure Brian. I read it three times." Brock sighed, flinching when more strangled cries fled the room.

"Is it weird that I kinda think his screams are hot?" Jon asked, perking his ears up to hear the breathy pants better.

"Very." Tyler cringed, rolling his eyes as Jon wiggled his brows with a smirk.

"Then...what do we do? We can't just leave him alone, can we?" Scotty asked, gesturing to the room. It went quiet as the wolves looks to the wooden door, pondering over their options as they heard the noises increase in pitch.

"Well...we could... y'know." Lui suggested, thrusting his finger into his hand. Brian perked up at that.

"Yes! Great idea-"

"No." Brock interrupted. Sounds of disappointment were made from the wolves, looking to their fellow alpha in annoyance.

"Bro, why not? That's what he needs anyways." Tyler said, with a raise of his brow. Brock shook his head, lowering his ears in defense.

"Yeah, but we can't just force it on him. He gets a say in this too, and I don't want him giving himself up just because nature calls." He explained, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Just ask him then." Evan said. Brock frowned, looking at him in confusion.

"Ask him. If he really needs it, and wants it, then go ahead. If he doesn't feel comfortable with it, then leave it. Nothing bad can happen in this situation if you just ask." He explained. This, being the only reasonable option they had all day.

Brock grit his teeth softly, thinking what David would say. Would he be mad? Confused? Disgusted? How would he react to that?

"C'mon Brock, we all know you haven't gotten laid in over years. Just go ask the vixen already." Brian huffed. A bit irritated that he wasn't gonna be the one to ask, but also a bit thankful.

If Brock did this, he wouldn't be such a stuck up prude anymore, he would help Nogla rid of the pain, and he could get to hear the moans.

It's a win, win.

"Shut up Brian." Brock huffed, narrowing his eyes at the alpha.

"What? Ye know it's true. Maybe te wolves here are not to your liking, I don't care. But ye seem ta really like David, as the rest of us do, so why not help him when he's in a moment of need?" He went on, trying to get Brock to cave.

And it worked. Because Brian had this really strange way of getting under Brock's skin, teasing relentlessly until he got the outcome he wanted.

"Fine. But if he gets weirded out, I'm gonna tell him it was your idea." Brock sighed, pushing himself up from his chair and walking his way across the hall. The guys exchanged smirks, chuckling quietly as Brock allowed himself into the den.

He immediately made eye contact with Daithi, the two staring in silence besides Nogla's breathy gasps.

"Hey." Brock muttered, feeling his face heat up at the smell.

"Hi." Nogla returned, slowly moving to sit up.

"What's up?" He asked, tail flickering in discomfort. Brock opened his mouth to speak, but he found that he couldn't get anything out.

Especially not with the sight of the other.

He was sitting in the middle of the bed, knees pulled up to his chest as he squeezed his tail.

Nogla had his usual clothes on, but his skin was flushed and sweaty, his eyes looking glossier than usual and his fangs a tiny bit longer.

Brock always liked his fangs.

"U-uh...well, the guys thought it'd be a good idea if I...if I helped you with you heat? You know, like...uhm..." Brock couldn't add any more. But he was glad that the statement was clear enough for Nogla. His cheeks growing in color.

"O-oh..." He mumbled, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"It's cool if you don't want to, it was just an option, so you can totally decli-"

"Yes."

Brock blinked. Then he blinked again.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Y-yes... please?" Nogla asked, averting his gaze in embarrassment. He was a virgin, and had always gone through heats alone. He had been with his family long enough to know how to handle a heat, but it included being with a mate.

He never had a mate. Not when he was a child, not when he ran off and became an adult.

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But...he had the wolves now. They weren't exactly his mates, but they were offering the companionship of one. He needed them.

He needed Brock.

"I...i-i need it." He whimpered, flattening his ears as he spread his legs a little. Brock shifted his eyes down to the action, taking a deep inhale as he peered into the makeshift skirt.

He could see the glisten of the slick and smell the heat ten times stronger.

Fuck.

"Are you...are you sure? We don't have to do this is you really don't want to." Brock collected himself, stepping forward and placing his hands on the fox's knees.

He wanted this maybe as much as Daithi wanted this, but he wanted to make sure he was given consent. He didn't want to hurt him, after all.

The fox pursed his lips, nodding shyly.

"I trust ye." He mumbled, sitting up a bit. He set his hands on Brock's shoulders, hesitating as he leaned closer. Brock glanced at his eyes, and his lips, switching between the two. He then leaned in closer as well, until they could hear eachothers heart beats and share eachothers air.

"Are you sure you can trust me, because I can't even trust myself." Brock muttered, sliding his hands down and squeezing the fox hybrids thighs softly. He shivered at the feeling, fluttering his lashes.

"I completely trust you with my body." He replied in a whisper.

That was enough for Brock, growling softly as he pressed his lips into Nogla's. The kiss was full of love and passion, emotions at a full blown hit as their hands held eachothers bodies.

Lips were moving slow and firm, tongues were mingling and soon, teeth were added into the mix as well.

Nogia moaned softly as Brock nibbled on his bottom lip, slipping his tongue back in and slurping up the noises that fled from the fox's mouth.

He gently pushed the other down, pinning him to the bed with his weight.

When they pulled back, gasps of air were heard along with heavy breathing. Brock took the chance to litter loves bites down Daithi's throat, grazing the smooth skin with his sharp k-nines.

Daithi keened at the feeling, digging his claws into the soft bed. His noises increased as Brock ripped away the green vines from his chest, moving to suck at the pink buds.

Hands wandered around a slim body, groping softly and lightly running sharp claws on the pale skin.

"Brock..." The shorter pleaded. The name was said so softly and desperately, that the wolf had to second guess if he had even heard it at all.

But he's glad that he did, because he's never heard his name be uttered so sweetly before.

Brock circled his tongue around the nipple one more time before he pulled back, eyes meeting forest green.

They held contact as his hands ran down to push the rabbit hyde away from Nogla's hips, untying the weave before pulling it off.

Brock inhaled deeply, eyes dilating at the sweet smell that violated his senses. Such a soft and beautiful smell.

Truly magnificent.

Daithi whined softly, letting out a weak bark as he tugged on Brock's sweats. Human clothing was usually hard to find, but the pack had gathered a few cases of them not too long ago.

But Nogla still preferred his own over them, so the wolves had let him wear what he wanted. Not that they minded watching him strut around practically half naked.

Brock pulled his sweats off, tossing them aside and crawling over the other. Nogia whined, his breath stuttering as he caught a glance of the member.

Long and thick all around, a large knot resting at the base. Definitely not what he expected from Brock.

"Brock hurry up...please, please, please-"

"Shh, I'll give it to you. Don't worry, Daithi." Brock chuckled lightly as he pressed his thumb to the others lips, resting his hand on his cheek.

Nogla whined even more, not caring to hide his embarrassing high pitched noises as he leaned into the touch, grabbing Brock's arm with both hands and nibbling on his thumb gently.

As if he was a teething pup.

Brock couldn't help but let out a deep growl, his face heating up as arousal flooded his body.

Foxes were very verbal and submissive during a heat, that much he found out from his books. But he didn't expect Daithi to be this submissive, and he didn't expect his inner alpha to love it so much.

He closed his eyes, trying to rid of the want to destroy the fox and gather his mind. He glanced down, moving his free hand to spread the other's thighs a bit more.

In any occasion, he would've made sure to properly prep and stretch his partner. But Nogla seemed like he was in pain, and there was enough slick gathered around his entrance to pool out and leak down his legs.

He moved his hand to Daithi's hips, keeping his other hand near the fox's mouth in case he needed something to bite on.

Slowly, he pressed the head of his prick to the damp heat, that alone enough to make him groan in lust.

He slowly started to pushed in, eyes shooting up and hips coming to a halt when David moaned loudly, his mouth pulling away from Brock's thumb to do so.

The wolf studied his face as he calmed down, eyes being drawn to the way his tiny fangs but his bottom lip. He didn't seem in pain, in fact, he read that foxes liked to scream during sex, even if it wasn't painful and even if they weren't going at it aggressively.

Foxes just made high pitched sounds that resembled between a cat and a dog whenever mating.

It was very interesting to say the least, but Brock felt more turned on right now than that at this point.

He took the time to push in a bit further, not stoping until his knot was pressing against Nogla's entrance softly.

"Gosh...you feel so good." Brock hissed, groaning as Nogla could only mewl in response. His sounds were very animalistic than human, and Brock found them all too adorable.

"B-brock, move. Start moving please...fuck ye're so big." Daithi gasped out. The last words were muttered more to himself than anything, but it was still sexy to hear the dirty words fall from his lips.

Brock could only nod, hanging his head as he slowly pulled out. He shifted his knees a bit, getting a better sitting position before he pushed back in.

The fox cried softly at that, lifting his shaky legs to wrap around Brock's waist. The latter enjoyed the closeness, leaning down to capture the other in a quick peck before he tucked his face in his neck, and started a steady pace.

It wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow either. It was just the right speed, Brock making sure to grind upwards and hit a certain spot he had found immediately.

Daithi squeaked when that area was hit, Brock's dick sliding across sensitive places in his body that he didn't even know existed. He saw white stars, letting his lips part when more sounds climbed up his throat.

He was a whimpering mess, barking and keening when Brock would push back in. His prick was girthy and spread him open just so. Feeling great when the round ends of his knot nudged his entrance.

Brock groaned deeply, Daithi's smell just downright amazing so up close. He thought his smell was overwhelming when he opened his legs, but right up next to his scent glands was something entirely different.

It was...perfect.

David squealed when Brock thrusted in a bit too sharply, nailing his prostate dead on. The jerk from his hips caused Brock to slid in deeper, the tip of his knot pressing against the hole harshly.

"F-fuck." Nogla choked out, nuzzling his tear soaked face into the wolf's shoulder. Brock could feel Nogla's tail shudder between their legs, flicking against the bed with every thrust.

Their breathing was extremely shaky and their noises only grew louder as the pace racked up. The wet sounds of slick pushing in and out of Nogla's body were sickening, but it only turned the two on even more.

"Hah- harder Brock. Shit-" Daithi's words were weak and hoarse, panting like speaking took too much energy. Brock obliged to his partners pleads, adding a bit more speed as he fucked him open.

Nogla couldn't speak, but he could moan. So he did just that, crying out and whining loudly when his insides were abused. The slick was pooling out and the gentle bites Brock was leaving on his throat weren't helping Nogla regain his self-control.

If this kept on any longer, he felt as if he'd surely combust with pleasure and desire.

The wolf hybrid brought himself up, taking his weight off of the other as he grabbed his hands and pinned them to the bed.

Daithi whimpered, wanting to keep running his hands over the other's backs and hide his face in his neck.

Brock intertwined their fingers, not breaking the speed of his thrusting once. Their eyes met and chills ran down their spine.

Something about holding a gaze while doing something so intimate, driving them both crazy with emotion.

"I.. I-I..."

Nogla couldn't get the words out, mouth left hanging open as his eyelids started to droop and his eyes began to cross. That along with the tightening of his body let Brock know that he was close.

He hushed the smaller softly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Daithi melted into the kiss immediately, more tears of pleasure running down his cheeks as Brock continued his sharp thrusts.

The wolf let out a loud growl in to the kiss as he felt the burning sensation in his abdomen, causing the fox to make small noises of his own.

With a few more moans and snaps of Brock's hips, he was cumming deep inside of the other. He would have rathered pull out and not stick himself to Nogla, seeing as he didn't want to give in to his animal instinct to breed and hurt him. But the vixen's legs were tight around his waist, pulling him in deep for the last thrust and shoving Brock's large knot deep inside him.

The two let out their own sound at the feeling. Brock cursing loudly as David could only gasp, all the air whooshed out of his lungs.

The room was quiet for a few seconds, the only noise being the fox's sharp gasps and the wolf's heavy panting.

Then, their eyes met again. Their hands were already moving, bodies pulled flush against eachother and lips meeting once again.

"You okay?" Brock asked between pants once they pulled back. Nogla swallowed to wetten his dry throat, licking his lips to do the same.

"Perfect...just perfect Brock. Thank ye." He whispered, his voice too raw to make up anything else.

The taller froze as the fox nuzzled back into his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his pulse point.

That's when Brock realized, he really wanted to mark the other. He stared down as the other pulled away, licking his k-nines as he glanced between his neck.

The fox immediately understand the silent askance, tilting his head up to the side slightly and exposing his neck.

Brock rumbled out a short possesive growl, slowly leaning forward to pierce his teeth into the delicate, creamy skin.

The fox squeaked at the feeling, whimpering when Brock licked the blood away. He then flipped the two so that he was the one on his back, resting Nogla's head against his chest.

He wanted him to be comfortable after all while they waited for his knot to die down.

Brock smiled as the fox cuddled up into his chest, pulling the thick blankets over them. Large hands began to run through black curly hair, playing with the large ears that twitched at the feeling.

A soft purr started to emit from the smaller, and it took Brock a bit to realize it was him at all.

He had researched a bit since he had met Nogla, but he didn't know that foxes could purr.

As interesting as it was, Brock just found it all too adorable, pressing a soft kiss to Daithi's head as he dozed off.

The other wolves watched impatiently in excitement as Brock came out of the room an hour later, closing the door behind him softly.

When he turned around, he wasn't surprised to see the alpha's still hanging in the medical den, but he had hoped they walked off ages ago.

"Sooo-"

"Don't be weird." Brock cut Jon off, the latter whimpering like a dog when he was cut off.

"C'mon Brock, don't be such a prude. Tell us how it was!" Scotty tried, shaking the other's shoulder lightly.

Brock sighed, fed up with his friends. However, he couldn't find himself to be all that mad. He has gotten laid, and his body was still satisfied from it.

Hell, he didn't even feel annoyed at them like he usually did.

"Brooock, don't leave us hanging!" Lui groaned, noticing the few pink marks down the fellow alpha's bare back, but knew better than to draw attention to them.

"Stop asking questions, I'm sure his heat will act up soon and you'll get your turn." Brock sighed, moving to grab one of the smaller med kits.

Because though he marked Nogla once and drew blood, he did leave quite a few other marks that seemed a bit painful.

"Wait, you did research on foxes right?" Evan asked, suddenly looking determined about something.

"Yeah, just recently though." Brock replied, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"So how long does a fox heat last?" He asked, curious. Brock hummed, thinking a bit before he remembered.

"Three days, if I remember correctly." He said, scratching his head in thought.

"Yes! T'ats enough time fer me ta have more than three rounds with 'em!" Brian exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

Brock sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Poor David." He muttered.

"Oh, that poor little vixen indeed." Jon agreed, but using a more lustful tone then sympathetic like Brock has used.

Brock could only roll his eyes and sigh again. While the guys, just continued to celebrate. Like the couple of horny dogs they were.

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Sorry it's so long again.

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But I hoped you liked it anyways, and hope y'all are fine with me adding Lui to this one!

Stay safe, stay healthy, stay beautiful!

Until next time my loves!

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- Jxcky

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Featured or mentioned characters:

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Nogla - Daithi, David, Nogla

Moo - Brock

VanossGaming - Evan

Terroriser - Brian

IAmWildcat - Tyler

H2ODelirious - Jon, Jonathan

BasicallyIDoWrk - Marcel

Fourzeroseven - Scotty, Scott

Lui Calibre - Lui

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ticklefeels-for-seb · 8 months

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since there’s no sign of any luis serra and leon kennedy tickle fic anywhere, i’ve been wanting to write my own. the dilemma i’m having is what type of scenario to include them in. they’re in a very specific scenario during RE4 and i don’t want to separate them from that, but i don’t want it to seem TOO unrealistic and have them relate nothing to their original counterparts. so my desperation is running deep, because i need to read this, but i don’t want it to be shitty 😂 also ada and leon. i know i can just make up any scenario but i want it set during and in between the plot of RE4 to fit my needs LMFAO

#ticklish #tickling #tickle #tickle community #tickles #tickle blog #tickle fic #ticklish!leon #ticklish!luis #ler!leon #lee!leon #ler!luis #lee!luis #re4

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marvel-m-lee · 3 years

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i’ve never done this before so i apologize if i did the wrong thing but for an Encanto prompt, you can do Luisa x Reader where the reader tries to get Luisa to relax, and while they are showing her relaxation techniques we discover that she is ticklish.

Relaxation

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Fandom: encanto x reader

Warnings: stress mention, tickles, ALL PLATONIC

Summary: *prompt* Y/n is bored and wants to spend time with their prima luisa, the two learn some relaxation techniques where y/n finds a terrific discovery!?

A/N: HELLO MY PHONE IS AT 1% SO IM RUSHING MY ASS HI HI HI I LOVED THIS PROMPT ANDOTS MY SECOND OLDEST OR SMTH BC IT WAS GIVEN IN LIKE A MONTH OR SO AGO IDK BUT AGESSSS- YOU DID NOTHING WRONG AND IM SO SO SO SORRY I DIDNT GET IT OUT SOONER!!! 😭🤍💕 please enjoy!!

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"LUISAAAAAAA" You called out into the casita. You were incredibly bored and had just woken up from a nice nap, now feeling like you wanted to go find your strongest cousin: Luisa.

You decided to look around the Casita first, knocking on her door and just barging in to find her, then looking in almost every room in the house, even checking your cousin's and siblings' rooms.

You went to bang on your elder sister's door, deciding to barge in instead so you wouldn't make as much noise.

"Hola Dolores, have you heard Luisa around?" You looked around the room as your eyes landed on Dolores's bed, where she sat up, gently reading a book by herself in her soundproof room.

She gently looked up at you and shook her head, but tilted it sideways and listen out even so.

"She's just coming back from rounding up the donkey's" Your elder sister smiled at you and continued reading her book, you smiled and waved her off, gently shutting the door as you left.

You then skipped down the halls and the casita made a staircase for you, or well, opened up a piece of the balcony and you jumped off, creating an ice slide for your way down and stopping right in front of Luisa, making the poor girl yell out in surprise as she caught you in her arms.

"Hey, Luisa!" You waved up, smiling happily at your older cousin as if you hadn't just recklessly thrown yourself into her arms.

The strong woman let out a sigh of relief as she put you down, smiling when she realized you were okay.

"Hey y/n, what's up?"

"Not much, I was bored and Dolores said you could do with some relaxation" you shrugged, quickly getting to the point.

Luisa looked at you in confusion and anxiety- you looked sideways and rolled your eyes, sighing.

"Okay maybe that was a little fib, but Dolores did say you were doing chores! And I'm bored! So equally, I feel like we should relax together" you put your hands on your hips, a wide smile on your face, trying to look like a superhero.

Luisa rolled her eyes with a smirk, it wasn't unlike you to try and get out of things, or joke around. You were like a mix of Mirabel and Camilo and Luisa adored you, especially how you would try and help her relax and let her take a breath, even before the Encanto's shatter.

Luisa began to walk off with a smirk on her face, you quickly noticed this and ran after her. "Wait!-"

"Y/n, I appreciate it but I'm okay, honestly, I'm just doing a couple of chores"

You walked beside Luisa as she made her way through the house. "Really? You're okay? Luisa, it's 3 pm and I haven't seen you since breakfast! Come on, you've done enough today" You teased, throwing your arms in the air as if showing her how much help she was. (A MASSIVE HELP)

Luisa didn't say anything but she did stop to think, this was your chance to convince her, "come on Lui! I can teach you some more relaxation techniques" you nudged her gently, though it did nothing as she was a lot stronger and taller than you.

Luisa sighed with a smile, it had been a while since the two of you hung out and she always loved learning the new techniques you would teach her, they would help a lot too, especially as she learned to open up more and give herself a break.

"Alright- fine but-"

You threw your arms in the air and jumped onto your cousin, giving her a big hug, "YES!!!! LUISA AND Y/N!" Luisa burst out laughing at you and hugged you back, picking you up and almost crushing your bones- not that you really minded, you were used to her strong Luisa hugs, but you did stop by the kitchen to steal a quick snack tia Julieta had made and popped it in your mouth.

You grabbed a couple of blankets and pillows and the two of you went out to the hills not too far from the house. Luisa helped you set out the blankets on the floor and put down pillows and rocks to keep them there- just in case the weather changed. Though right now it was a beautiful sunny day outside and there were few clouds in the sky.

Luisa sat down and watched as you jumped onto the carpet and put your arms over your head, sighing as you looked up at the clouds. You turned your head to look at her and insisted she lay back too. Luisa leaned backwards and looked up at the sky with you, smiling as she already felt happy just hanging out with her cousin.

You smirked at her and pointed a hand into the sky, pointing out different-shaped clouds. "Look Lui, that cloud looks a bit like the donkey's!" Luisa laughed as she saw the cloud you were talking about, she too pointing out one that looked a bit like a bookshelf.

The two of you sat back and pointed out cloud shapes to one another for a while, but soon you sat up and got right into showing her some techniques.

"Okay! so I found out this technique, it's just a normal massage but you have to focus n your breathing too" You explained, standing up and walking around to Luisa's back as the elder sat cross-legged with her hands in her lap.

Luisa looked around at you anxiously as you asked permission to touch her, she nervously said of course and you explained she had to sit up straight and try to concentrate on her breathing. Luisa did as you said, sitting up straight and beginning to breathe carefully. She let you lead her through yet some more breathing techniques until you began to massage her back.

Somehow though, you weren't the world's best massager. You had almost no clue as to what was going on and rotated your hands gently around her shoulders, doing what one of the village people had shown you.

Surprisingly, you were actually doing pretty well for a while. Luisa seemed to be relaxing deeply as all the two of you could hear was the wind and careful breathing. Then, suddenly there was a jump from the strongest madrigal, her breathing hitched up a little as you could tell she tried to hold back laughter yet lean away from your touch.

You stopped, frightened you'd hurt her in some way, though deep down you knew you couldn't have. The strongest madrigal tried to hold back her giggles and cover her tracks with a cough, leaning back to her place and apologizing for moving. Though you knew something was up, you continued again, though this time you moved down her back slightly and accidentally used your wigging fingers to attack the girl's ribs, this made her jump once again and almost topple over as she burst out laughing.

For a very split second, fear overcame you, fear that you'd hurt her or made her uncomfortable in some way, but this all quickly faded as you heard her adorable giggles and laughter. It was nice hearing Luisa's laughter, especially her giggles, it reminded everyone of her age and how kind and gentle she could be.

You glanced from your hand to Luisa, trying to place where it had been and figure out what had happened. It didn't take long though. Your eyes widened as a grin grew on your face, you began to question how you'd never realized or thought about it before? Luisa being ticklish? Now that was gold.

"Luisa? Is everything okay?" You asked, finally figuring it out and trying to hide the smugness in your voice.

Luisa could feel her face blush as she sat back up again, trying to shrug off the embarrassment with a kind smile. "Ihi- Uh- Yeah! Yeah, everything fine-"

"Are you sure?..." You tried to look at her face but could only see the blush for a split second before she turned away again, trying to avoid you.

"Yep! Yep!"

You sighed and decided to lean your head on Luisa's shoulders, she honestly was almost your height just sitting down- you were also on a hill slightly.

"You know Lui..." Luisa could now hear the teasing in your voice. Your whole life you'd taken after your older brother and you definitely teased like he would- though you could never hide the mischief in your voice, whether you wanted to or not.

"If this technique isn't working... I have another one we could try?" You leaned against her head slightly, your hair tickling around her neck making her shift a little. Luisa couldn't help the nervous giggle that slipped her throat as she looked back at you.

"Ihi mean- sure-"

"Awesome!" You jumped up, the grin on your face clear as the sky. Luisa jumped at your energy as you jumped up in front of her and sat on your knees.

"Okay, you're gonna need to put your hands above your head-" Luisa's face merged into sudden fear and confusion, mumbling and stuttering over her words.

You giggled, "Its to help with blood flow and breathing" You weren't sure how true that was- you knew that you should put your arms over your head if you needed help with breathing to open up the lungs slightly.

Luisa gave you an embarrassed look and you gave her a nod, pushing her to do as you asked and put her arms above her head. She looked down at you, waiting for what you would do next. That's when everything went pretty quickly. In a sudden flash, there was ice around her wrists, not too much but enough that she would be stuck for a moment before breaking free.

"Y/nhn-" Luisa wasn't too sure why, but she couldn't help the nervous giggles that slipped through as she looked at you with happy fear in her eyes.

You glared back, a smirk wide on your face as you leaned forward and pretended to giggle your fingers at the girl's sides, "Hey Luisa? Are you ticklish?" Suddenly Luisa seemed to be overwhelmed with giggles as if feeling your fingers on her skin already. You were shocked at the results.

"Wow- Lui I'm not even tickling you yet!" You gasped as she tried to hold back her giggles and look away, pretending you weren't teasing jer into next week.

"Shsuhuhut uhuuhup y/n!" Luisa giggled freely, a light blush dusting over her face. You were loving this, you looked up and saw how she hadn't even tried to break free yet, maybe she was weakened by her own laughter? Or maybe... just maybe... she was enjoying this.

"Aw but Luisaaaa! You're giggles are adorable! Tickle tickle~" you teased, gently setting your fingers on her sides as she was suddenly thrown into yet another fit of giggles. She still hadn't broken the ice yet, so you knew a part of her was enjoying this.

"Hohohow is this ihihis helping!?" Luisa giggled and avoided your gaze, knowing you has a smug grin on your face.

"Well my dear prima, I'm glad you asked" you then moved to tickling her hips, making her eyes go wide and jump, laughter turning up a notch. "Tickling is actually a very good technique and actually can make us happier as it sends happy's to our brain!" You then poked her head gently and tickled her neck, teasing her.

You then moved to Luisa's ribs where you continued that attack, laughter still spilling out of her lips.

"Is it working?" Luisa didn't answer as your skilled finger tips continued their attack, but you could see her face going brighter.

You then moved to her thighs and began squeezing, this made the elder jump and almost break free of the ice- which she easily could have, but decided against it.

Her thighs seemed to be a good spot- the more you attacked, the more she seemed to react, her laughter turning bubbly and slowly getting faster and faster.

You knew this wasn't the spot to wreck her though, and for some reason a part of you had made it your new found duty to do so. To destroy her.

You then decided to move to her underarms, and she quickly exploded. Unknowing to what you'd found, you send quite a few tickles to her and she shattered the ice when you'd barely even grazed her, she threw her arms down and her face blushed a deep red, she couldn't help as giggles and laughter spluttered and she squealed for mercy.

You couldn't help as your laughter followed along with your older cousin. Her face was split with a wide smile as a hand continued it's assault from where she'd trapped you, but she quickly broke down, like wet sand.

Luisa began to roll back with laughter, pulling you with her and letting you lay on top. You thought it was adorable how she was trying so very hard to not go crazy but was failing horribly.

"Awww, Lui, did I hit a bad spot?"

"Y/N- HDJDJHSHHSHSH STOHOHOP STOPHOHOHOPP! PLEASE!" Luisa began to roll side to side, trying to shake you off. You laughed along with her until she rolled a little too harshly and you went flying to her side, forcing your attack to a stop.

Luisa was still laughing even after you'd stopped and was curled in on herself, trying to calm herself down.

You stared at the sky for a moment in horror, surprised at the sudden change as you'd been flung beside her, but you quickly burst out into laughter, kicking your legs in the air as you sat up again to look over your prima.

Luisa called down- well... You looked over to her and saw her blushing face as she tried to hide and couldn't conseal your giggles at her adorable embarrassment.

"Luisa! I never knew you were so ticklish? You're adorable!" You teased, wiggling a finger right under her rib that had been exposed.

Luisa quickly jumped up and blushed harder, now looking at you as you yourself burst out into laugher yourself.

"Are you okay?" You asked, smiling at her. Luisa couldn't make eye contact but laughter nervously in return.

"Thahat was... it wasn't terrible-"

You threw yourself back with your arms above your head, a smug smirk on your face as you interrupted jer, "knew you enjoyed it"

"I- what?!" Luisa pretended to sound offended but you only continued to tease her.

"Please! Please y/n stop! I'm too ticklish!~" you mimicked,bursting out into laughter as you saw the bright red look on her face. You jumped up and gave her a hug.

"You're-"

"Amazing? Yes yes, I know" you teased, flicking your hair.

Luisa sighed with a blushing face and rolled her eyes.

"You feeling better now though Lui?" You asked, patting her shoulder even though she was practically your height even if she was sitting down.

Luisa smiled at you, still slightly embarrassed "yeah- I'm okay... and tha was- uh- a good relaxation technique" you smirked at her all the same, knowing just as well as she did it worked.

"No problem Prima, I know my stuff" you joked, hands on your hips once more, acting as a hero. Luisa only rolled her eyes, grinning at you.

You and Luisa hung out foe a little longer, she ended up getting her revenge but it wasnf nearly as sweet as the look on her face when you poked her stomach at dinner, reminding everyone that she was still a nineteen year old.

Let's just say Luisa had to hide later on because your older brother was just as chaotic as you were when you found out this valued information...

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a-supernatural-writer · 3 years

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Lost in the Shadows Pt.5

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FemOC x Poly Lost Boys

Vanessa took out her pack of cigarettes as her friends approached and another cigarette was placed in between her lips. I could kiss every single one of you. She projected to her friends, all of them smiling at the thought.

“Who’s got a light?” Vanessa asked as the group. She had a feeling she’d be finishing the rest of her pack tonight.

Luis stopped at her left side, pulling out his own custom lighter, helping Vanessa, “You got more?” He asked, side glancing at the group of boys who were watching them with curious eyes.

Vanessa inhales, nodding. She pulled out her pack letting Luis grab one for himself. Luis wasn’t a big smoker like her, but if his anxieties were blooming, it usually had him smoking.

Timothy slinged an arm around Luis, jutting his head towards David and the others, “Sup?” The entire group could smell what they were; fully fledged vampires.

Danielle and Sarah took Vanessa’s right side, Danielle resting her elbow on Vanessa’s shoulder, leaning in a little bit towards the white haired woman.

Vanessa blew out her smoke as David and Paul pushed themselves off from the rail, falling into a similar stance. “Guys, this is Marko, Paul, David and Dwayne.” Vanessa pointed to each one of them as she said their names.

My mates. Vanessa added afterwards. Her friends hid their shock in front of the boys, but in their minds, they were asking Vanessa question after question.

Vanessa ignored all of them, their questions were starting to give her a headache, “Boys, this is Timothy…”

Timothy gave them a small wave, his bag of books dangling from his wrist. He took in all of their appearance and almost wanted to snort. All of them were right up Vanessa’s alley. Hot, punk vampires.

“Luis…”

Luis nodded his head at them, blowing out some smoke, his shawl now draped along his bent arms and no longer on his shoulders. Luis agreed with Timothy. All of them were really hot. His eyes landed on Dwayne. He has nice pecs.

Timothy moved his arm from Luis’s shoulder and pinched his butt cheek in warning. Don’t test me.

Luis flinched a little at the action, but grinned. Just confidence appreciating confidence.

“Danielle…”

Danielle smirked a little at them and gave a two fingered salute while still leaning against Vanessa. She knew that Vanessa was going to have her hands full with them.

“And Sarah.”

Sarah kindly waved at them. To Sarah, they seemed like fun and a little chaotic. Kind of perfect if you asked her. Do they know what we are? Sarah asked.

Vanessa tapped the ashes off her cigarette, Nope. And as far as they know. We have no idea that they’re vampires. She answered.

All of them immediately closed their minds off, not wanting any of them to poke and prod at their thoughts. They had to seem oblivious to them. At least until the time was right to reveal what they were.

“Thanks for keeping our girl company. She tends to do stupid shit on her own.” Sarah teased Vanessa while thanking the boys across from them.

Marko and Paul snickered at Vanessa’s expression. Her jaw dropped in offense, “I do not do stupid shit! Says the one who totally wrecked her bass while using it as a bat for playing baseball.”

Sarah glared at Vanessa, but there was a hint of amusement behind her eyes, “Hey! I was drunk! You all could’ve stopped me and saved me buying a new bass.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Timothy commented, making Luis burst out laughing as Danielle snickered.

Vanessa rolled her eyes fondly at her friends. She looked over at the boys in front of her and saw that Paul seemed to be fidgeting in his place, his eyes, along with the others, set on Vanessa.

She knew they were itching to be alone with her, to talk to her, to even just touch her. Too bad she has to decline their wants for the night. Vanessa sighed, ready to bid them goodbye, but stopped when David took a step forward.

“Since you’re all new to town, why don’t we show you around?” David smirked down at Vanessa. If he could get her friends to agree to hang out with them, it’ll give the chance to be around her longer.

Danielle leaned away from Vanessa, removing her arm from its place and exchanging a look with Sarah. Luis and Timothy did the same, each of them having their own conversation. And they all agreed on one thing.

“We appreciate the offer, but we actually have to get going. Busy day tomorrow.” Danielle said, nudging Vanessa. Together, her and Sarah started walking away and towards the direction of the boardwalk entrance.

Luis finished his cigarette, stomping it out completely and wiggled his fingers at them, “See yeah, boys.”

Hand and hand, Luis and Timothy walk away, but not without sending a wink Vanessa’s way. Give them something, girl. Don’t torture them. Luis told her, him and Timothy fading into the sea of people before Vanessa could say anything back.

Vanessa narrowed her eyes at her friends retreating forms. So much for kissing them, she was going to kick all their asses once they got back home. They left her alone with her mates on purpose.

With one last exhale, hoping to get rid of some of her anxieties along with the smoke, Vanessa extinguished her cigarette and smiled. Luis was right. All of them were. She couldn’t just leave without getting to know them a little bit before heading home for the night. Four mates or not, she needed to let her guard down for once.

“Instead of showing me around, you can walk me back to my bike? We can walk slowly?” Vanessa offered.

Marko and Paul immediately pounced on the offer, Marko taking her left side, wrapping an arm around her shoulder while Paul took the right, his arm going around her waist. The three of them didn’t feel the same shock from before, but their touch still felt amazing against each other’s skin.

Vanessa giggled at their eagerness and bit her lip as David and Dwayne returned her smile from before. Though, David's smile was a little more smug than Dwayne’s. David waved his hand, gesturing to Vanessa, “We’d love to. Wouldn’t we, Dwayne?”

Dwayne nodded, “We would.”

A shiver ran down Vanessa’s spine as they stared down at her. Even with her heeled boots, she was still a couple of inches smaller than Marko.

The five slowly walked toward the direction of the entrance, Dwayne taking his place beside Marko and David next to Paul. As they walked, Vanessa got comfortable with their touch. Her own hands soon placed themselves around both Marko’s and Paul’s waist. The returned action made them very happy, and eased them even more as they all talked.

A weight seemed to lift off of David’s chest. He could feel Vanessa letting her guard down a bit, opening herself up to them. Her laughter sang out into the open air, sounding like music to all of their ears. They also thought it was adorable that she had a bit of a squeak to it.

Their voices never stopped even when they reached their destination. Seven different motorbikes were parked by the entrance, the closest one was vacant but the two next to it seated their owners.

Timothy was sitting on his motorbike next to the empty one. His bag of books stuffed into his compartment and locked away so it wouldn’t fall out. Luis sat right behind him, his arms wrapped around his boyfriend's waist and the side of his cheek pressed firmly against Timothy’s back.

Next to them was Danielle, who had to hike her skirt up in order to sit properly on her own bike. Sarah was in a similar position to Luis, her arms around her girlfriend but her head was perked up, watching people pass by.

“Woah, you guys ride too?” Marko exclaimed as he saw Vanessa’s friends ready to go on their modes of transportation.

“Yeah… Those are your bikes?” Vanessa asked, jutting her head at the four other bikes before looking up at the curly haired boy.

Paul chuckled, “Hell yeah, babe. You like?” He answered for the other blonde, his fingers slightly moving against the bare skin of her waist.

Vanessa held back a laugh when his fingers moved. The sides of her waist were the most ticklish part of her body, so it was hard to respond immediately, “Very.” Their bikes were cool. Dirtier compared to her own, but they all had their own little flare to them, reflecting their owners.

Much to the boys disappointment, Vanessa pulled away from them and walked over to her bike, taking a seat, “Too bad we couldn’t stay longer.”

Had a good time?

Vanessa looked over at Timothy who was smirking, looking back and forth between her and the boys.

She rolled her eyes, Shut up, dick.

Bitch. Timothy jabbed.

All right, break it up you two. Sarah said, shaking her head at the two. Vanessa and Timothy constantly bickered with each other out of love. They weren’t even siblings but they acted like brother and sister.

Vanessa looked back at David and the others, “You guys know the old record shop?”

Dwayne nodded, “The one that closed a few months ago?”

That was probably the most she was going to get out of Dwayne tonight. He seemed more or less like an observer more than a talker. An introvert, if you will. Vanessa nodded, “Yeah. We took it over. Tomorrow we move everything in, and we open New Year’s Day. But you guys can stop by if you want.”

Her friends raised their brows in surprise at her offer. Vanessa was even surprised with herself. She didn’t know if it was the mate pull between them or just her own desires to get to know them better. In all honesty, it was a mix of both.

They all shared a look and she knew that they were talking to each other. She gave them their privacy and respect to not listen in.

Without a word, Marko started biting his thumb nail, hiding his devilish smile, and giving a small wave to Vanessa before going to his bike. It was the second to last in the row.

Paul wiggled his fingers at her with a flirtatious smile, “See ya.” He walked over to his bike which was the last one. He hopped on but not without shoving Marko playfully.

Dwayne sent her a pair of finger guns, which she copied with an amused chuckle. He smiled a little and went to his own bike, leaving one empty between him and Danielle.

The last to do anything was David. With a hint of a smile, David walked up to Vanessa, the sounds of his boots hitting the hard ground seemed to echo in her ears. His gloved hand reached up and cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing her skin softly.

Vanessa swallowed deeply as his touch, even if it wasn’t skin on skin, felt like electricity in her veins. For once, after a very long time, she felt her heart beat a little faster than normal. It had been so long since someone touched her so gently. She wondered if Marko, Paul or Dwayne would be like this with her.

“See you tomorrow, Vanessa.” David whispered out. To anyone else, it would’ve been heard by her and only her, but everyone heard it. David’s word was a promise. They would be back, there was no doubting it.

Vanessa reached up and touched the hand that held her cheek. She turned her head to the side, staring at his eyes through her shades and placing a small kiss onto his leather palm. Something swirled in David’s eyes and she didn’t have to delve into his mind to know what it was.

She gave him a smug smile, pulling his hand away from her face and letting it go, “See you tomorrow…” She kick started her bike which was quickly followed by her coven members, their moods instantly lifting.

Vanessa looked over to the others who were watching on with eager smiles, “Don’t keep me waiting.” She revved her bike and peeled off from the boardwalk, Danielle and Timothy with their respective partners just behind her.

Vanessa gripped the handles of her bike, her knuckles almost turning white as she drove. That night she didn’t hoot and holler like she normally would as the wind caressed her skin. That night, she drove in silence all the way home.

That night… she found her mates for all eternity.

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Maeve and Luis Ship Questions

Can I come up with a better title? Nope. Requested by @natewynoou

Who would win tickle wars: Luis! I feel like Maeve is exceptionally ticklish

Who would draw pictures of the other in their sketchbook: Maeve because I don’t feel like Luis draws and Maeve probably enjoys doodling random things and insisting it’s Luis. And Luis doesn’t want to upset Maeve so he insists he can see the likeness and Maeve is slowly losing it because this guy just won’t disappoint her. This goes on for so long until Cooper finally steps in. (Am I gonna write a one shot about this? Probably.)

Who would hold hands while walking: I’m inclined to say it’s a unanimous thing. They just like the feeling of holding each other’s hands and being close to each other.

Who would give cheek kisses: Luis. He’s so affectionate.

Who would start a snowball fight: Definitely Maeve. Probably as a joke, and then Luis would turn it into a full on war.

Who would slip the most on a date to go ice skating: Maeve because I don’t think she’s skated much before?

Who leaves letters in the other’s locker: Luis. I may have mentioned that he’s affectionate.

Who would bring lunch to school/work for the other: See previous answer. Also, he cooks so...

(side note: I have this head canon that Maeve is terrible at cooking because you don’t really have the chance to learn how to cook in a hospital and Luis takes it upon himself to teach her and it’s just so cute)

Who would want to cuddle at the movie theatre date: Maeve, she’ll probably like the feeling of snuggling up next to him and watching a movie.

Who would buy cheesy cliche gifts for each other on holidays: Maeve probably buys a silly thing for Luis on their one week anniversary as a joke and Luis probably carries on the tradition, much to Maeve’s dismay. And Luis definitely goes all out on holidays, including but not limited to Valentine's day and Christmas. Oh and don’t even get me started on Maeve’s birthday.

Who would start an argument about what color curtains they should have at home: Maeve. Not because she’s a stickler about curtain colours or anything, but because Luis will probably just agree with whatever Maeve says, and that’ll probably drive her insane. But, like, also, I can’t see them arguing over something like that?

Who would remember their anniversary: Both of them? I feel like anniversaries would be suuuuper important to both of them because they both pined for each other for over a year and they are just so special to each other and they want to take any chance to show how important their relationship is.

(I am using the words “each other” so much)

Who would blurt out how much they love the other in front of people: Maeve. Luis will probably say “I love you” all the time in public or in private or wherever they happen to be. But Maeve would probably be more reserved. She’s had some questionable relationships (am I saying she should not have dated Knox? Yes. They’re better off as friends but that’s a different post) and there’s the whole cancer thing and she just wants to know that her boyfriend will stick around before she says “I love you” but at some random time Luis will do something sweet and she’ll just burst out with an “I love you” and Luis would be all flustered and Cooper and Addy would be exchanging twenty dollars because of course they bet on their best friends.

Who would offer to wash the others back in the shower: Luis. He’s just so gentle and sweet and ahhhh I love him.

Who would post up statuses about the other on Facebook: Also Luis because he’s so proud of being Maeve’s boyfriend and I feel like Maeve wouldn’t have a big social media presence? Like she’d make appearances on everyone else’s accounts, but that’s it. Especially Luis’s because he loves her.

Who would have the others picture as their phone background: LUIS!!!! But like, honestly, Luis and Maeve would probably have the same picture of the two of them cuddling or something.

Who would take pictures of the other while they’re sleeping: Maeve because Luis loves/hates it.

Who says I love you: Who says it first? Luis. Who says it more? Who knows? Opinions are divided, but it’s a great conversation starter at parties with the Bayview Four + Kris, Phoebe, and Knox

(Maeve, Knox, and Phoebe need a name. Like the Bayview version of the Silver Trio. Also, Kris and Luis need names too because they’re just “The Supportive Boyfriends” in my mind)

Basically, Luis is more comfortable in his relationship with Maeve, but Maeve loves him so deeply and am I really that invested in a fictional couple? Yes.

#one of us is lying #one of us is next #maeve rojas #luis santos #maeve/luis #please ask me more this was fun

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In The Ticklish Subject, Žižek upholds Badiou’s politics of Truth and his “pathbreaking reading of St Paul” (TS: 3), while re-inscribing them into a Lacanian psychoanalytical framework. As Žižek points out, the core of Badiou’s philosophy is the opposition between Being and Event, which he theorizes in mathematical terms, using Cantorian set theory. Being, or Being-as-Being, is for Badiou an “irreducible multiplicity” (Badiou 1999: 104), a pure, inconsistent, unstructured multitude of elements. These existent elements form a “situation”, a positive ontological order accessible to Knowledge, a “consistent presented multiplicity” (ibid. 2005: 522), or what Žižek in Lacanian terms calls the symbolic order. When these elements are collected together under a shared term (like Victorian society, modern art or capitalism), they are, in Badiou’s terms, “counted as One” (ibid.: 24). From this count-as-One arises a representation of the presented multiplicity, a metastructure that Badiou terms the “state of the situation”, referring at once to the political state and the general status quo. Since “it is formally impossible … for everything which is included (every subset) to belong to the situation” (ibid.: 97), there is an excess of representation over presentation, of the state over the situation. This excess is reformulated in Žižek’s terms as the “symptom”, and exemplified by an economic crisis in the system of capitalism (TS: 131). It is this excess that opens the space for an Event, or in Žižek’s terms the “traumatic encounter with the Real”, the Lacanian objet petit a (TS: 141). The Event, which belongs to the domain of non-Being, suddenly renders visible what was repressed or made invisible by the state. In turn, the Truth is constituted through the active intervention of a subject, who chooses to be faithful to its potential for disrupting consensual knowledge and instituting a new order of Being. In Badiou’s Christian paradigm, Christ’s Resurrection is the Event that emerges from the foundational void of Being-as-Being, and St Paul is the subject of the Truth-Event. Although the Badiouian Truth relies upon a subjective intervention, this is not to say that it is personal or contingent. In Badiou’s own terms, “he who is a militant of truth identif[ies] himself … on the basis of the universal” (Badiou 2003: 109). Žižek insists on this point: although Truth is contingent in so far as it emerges from a concrete historical situation, “in every concrete and contingent situation there is one and only Truth” (TS: 131). For Žižek, Badiou’s notion of a universal, infinite truth is a crucial retort to deconstructionism and to the advocates of anti-essentialist postmodernism. Badiou’s insight also allows Žižek to distinguish between historicism and “historicity proper”: whereas the former refers to a specific set of historical circumstances that lead to, and explain, the Event, the latter “involves the specific temporality of the Event and its aftermath, the span between the Event and its final End” (TS: 133) – between Christ’s death and the Last Judgement, between revolution and communism, and so forth. It is the relation between Event and mortality that drives a wedge between Žižek and Badiou. Badiou’s theoretical edifice is built upon an anti-dialectical – and what Žižek criticizes as Kantian – opposition between two orders, Being and Event, and therefore finitude and immortality. His Event is radically separated from the death-drive, and linked instead with infinity, immortality and subjective constitution. Lacan’s act, on the contrary, is inextricable from mortality, the death-drive and, to use Lacan’s own words, “destruction beyond putrefaction” (SVII: 268). Instead of an opposition between Being and Event, Lacan insists on an “in-between” space – the “between two deaths”, the monstrous state of lamella – that bridges this gap. The subject’s immortality, for Lacan and Žižek after him, can emerge only from human finitude. Badiou’s distance from Lacan on this point is the principal weakness of his philosophy according to Žižek: “What remains beyond Badiou’s reach is [the] ‘domain beyond the good’, in which a human being encounters the death-drive at the utmost limit of human experience, and pays the price by undergoing a radical ‘subjective destitution’, by being reduced to an excremental remainder” (TS: 161). For Žižek, the Lacanian subject’s “limit-experience” sets them apart from the Badiouian subject (ibid.). Since the death-drive is essential to any rupture from the symbolic order, the Lacanian act is a better basis for Badiou’s notions of a new political practice than his own Event. In The Parallax View, Žižek moves beyond negotiating between Lacan’s and Badiou’s theories and places himself in a more direct relationship with Badiou’s then-unpublished Logic of Worlds. Žižek’s primary focus is on Badiou’s politics of prescription, mediated through Peter Hallward’s essay on that subject (Hallward 2005). As he explains, the Truth-Event is posited in Badiou’s theory as a point of departure from which new codes of action are directly put into place (PV: 322). The Badiouian Truth, in this sense, is treated as already realized. Its future power is anticipated by the subject’s fidelity in the present. Hence Badiou’s primary example of a subject of/to Truth is Paul, an apostle rather than a prophet: he announces that the Event has come, not that it is to come. Žižek finds this politics useful on a number of levels. First, it allows a clear distinction between radical emancipatory politics and the predominant status quo politics: whereas the former is an Event that at once stems from, and leads to, a universal Truth, the latter is a State, which according to Žižek is enforced and (im)mobilized by means of fear, whether of immigrants, crime or ecological catastrophes (PV: 323). Second, the possibility of a universal, immortal Truth serves him in his struggle against the humorously termed “gang of democracy-to-come deconstructionist-postsecular-Levinasian-respect-for-Otherness suspects” (PV: 11). Žižek offers two examples of successful practitioners of prescriptive political acts: John Brown in the context of abolitionism in nineteenth-century America, and José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero in the context of political equality of women in twenty-first-century Spain. As in The Ticklish Subject, though, Žižek raises several points of contention. Expanding on his previous criticism of Badiou’s disavowed Kantianism, Žižek criticizes his continued insistence on the opposition between the Real and the subject, between existent Being and emergent Truth, and his consequent refusal of any Lacanian ontologization of the subject. On the one hand, Žižek agrees that the excess of the Unnameable – which he translates as the “stupidity of the Real” (PV: 325) – should not be essentialized. On the other hand, he finds the maintenance of this unbridgeable gap problematic, since it jars with Badiou’s politics of prescription: since the Truth cannot be reinserted into the ontological domain of Being, Žižek argues, it remains to-come, it refuses actualization, it is a constantly deferred possibility in the future rather than a present actuality (ibid.). In other words, the notion of the Event is too idealistic, because the infinite immaterial order of the Truth-Event is privileged above the material, finite order of Being (PV: 166). His second problem with Badiou’s politics of prescription is that it is grounded in the concept of equality. According to Žižek, Badiou’s egalitarian political extremism (or what he terms “enforced ‘terrorist’ equality”) is “a phenomenon of ideologico-political displacement: an index of its opposite, of a limitation, of a refusal actually to ‘go to the end’” (PV: 326). We thus return to his aforementioned suggestion that Badiou’s philosophy is not radical enough. Th is time, though, Žižek insists that Badiou’s lack of radicalism is due to his abandonment not of Lacan, but of Marx. Against Marx’s crucial insertion of political emancipation into the sphere of economics, Badiou refuses to regard the economy as a potential site for an Event. As Žižek points out, his four “generic procedures” – his four principal categories for Truth-processes, art, love, mathematics and politics – exclude economics.

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nobody knows where we might end up, chapter nine (branjie) - holtzmanns

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(then)

“Gonna miss you.” Vanessa’s voice is soft from where her head is resting on Brooke’s lap, and it makes Brooke absolutely melt.

“I’m gonna miss you too, Ness.” Brooke runs her fingers through Vanessa’s hair, an action that makes Vanessa snuggle into her and let out a contented sigh. She wishes that she didn’t have to let her go.

“Just a long weekend, though. Then you’ll be back.” Vanessa beams up at her. “I’m excited for it already.”

Brooke can’t help but grin back, because Vanessa’s smile remains the cutest thing in the world to her. “You sap. Me neither. My cousin’s wedding will be over and done with before we know it.”

“Send me hot pictures of you in your fancy dress for the wedding.”

Brooke wrinkles her nose. “Are you kidding? My mom’s probably picked something out already that’ll be appropriate for a church wedding. It’s not going to be hot in the least.”

“You’re always hot to me. Even in your little church dress.” Vanessa wiggles her eyebrows at her and Brooke can’t help but poke her shoulder.

“Shut up.”

Vanessa sticks her tongue out at her. “Make me.”

“Have you forgotten I know exactly where you’re ticklish?” Vanessa’s off of Brooke’s lap the second that the words leave her lips.

“Don’t you even think about it!” Vanessa shrieks and moves to Detox’s side of the room, flopping onto her bed.

Brooke rolls off of her bed too, wrapping Vanessa in a hug instead. “I won’t use my powers for evil for now, at least.”

Vanessa pouts up at her from her position. “I still can’t believe you don’t get ticklish.”

“My superpower.” Brooke grins, though it quickly turns into a frown when her alarm clock goes. “Shit. That was the alarm I set to catch my bus.”

Vanessa’s arms tighten around her waist. “Don’t leave.”

“I wish you could come with me, somehow.” Brooke sighs, hugging Vanessa tighter too. Vanessa’s so good at calming her down by just being in her presence, making her feel like things are going to always be okay.

“Me too. Shut that damn beeping off, though.” Vanessa’s voice is muffled into her sweater, face buried in the hug, and Brooke snorts. She lets go, tugs Vanessa along so she can turn off the alarm on her bedside table.

“I gotta go.”

Vanessa stretches on her tiptoes, kisses her. “Don’t miss me too much.”

Brooke snorts. “Please. You’ll miss me more.” Though she can’t deny that she will, even if it’s just for four days. God, they’re already too codependent on each other. Brooke would consider it a problem if she didn’t enjoy it so much.

The bus ride is simultaneously too long and not long enough, knowing that the destination is just bringing her closer to the weekend. Brooke wishes she could just fast forward to Monday, when she’s going to be back at uni and back in her dorm. With Vanessa, with the rest of their friends.

She stumbles off of the bus with suitcase in tow, intent on walking the rest of the way home. She hadn’t wanted to ask anyone from her family to pick her up - it would just have been an awkward car ride, anyway. She’s going to get enough uncomfortable family moments this weekend as it is.

The front door opens when she reaches the entrance, making her raised hand fall down on its own before she can even knock.

“Mom?”

“You’re late. Come set the table, it’s almost dinner.” Her mom snaps the words at her, turning on her heel.

Welcome home, indeed.

The four pale pink walls of Brooke’s childhood bedroom had once acted as her getaway. She would lie on her bed as a kid, her mind dreaming up different scenarios of being a famous ballerina, a knight with a pet dragon, an astronaut. Somewhere where she was powerful, in control of everything around her and also loved. She’d always have her happy ending, get to kiss the princess before her young brain even knew it was considered wrong by some.

The walls are suffocating her now, two days into her stay. The room is a memory of the way she’d try to cry as softly as she could as a kid, trying not to make any noise into her pillow. The way she’d pop painkillers to numb the ache in her muscles from overuse, ballet wearing down her body too fast for someone who hadn’t been fully grown. The way she’d squeeze her eyes shut tight, ignoring the arguments that she could still hear no matter how hard she tried to block them with her dreams of prettier stories than her own.

Being back here feels like the walls are pushing down on her, closing her up in a box that had succeeded in containing her for eighteen years. Except now she’s had a taste of life outside of the box, and she never ever wants to come back.

Her Blackberry beeps and she picks it up from its spot on her pillow, and can’t help but smile when she sees that it’s a text from Vanessa. She can almost imagine the other girl lying on her bed, pink Motorola RAZR phone in both hands as she types faster than Brooke ever could.

VM: my mom got the pics from Christmas developed!!!!

VM: look at my wack ass fam

The picture is absolutely chaotic, everyone in the group smiling, laughing, or, in Vanessa’s case, yelling at the person taking the photo. They’re all in colourful ugly Christmas sweaters, some with Santa hats, some with reindeer ears.

VM: my mami’s the one wearing the fake Santa beard LOL

BLH: Oh my god. You look just like her.

The woman beside Vanessa in the photo really does look like an adult Vanessa, though with hair that is a few shades lighter. She has an arm around Vanessa who looks tiny beside her, their oversized sweaters nearly taking them over.

BLH: Who else is who?

VM: well, there’s julio, my brother, he’s the one wearing the dumbass elf hat. my abuela, then my tía rosa, her husband enrique, my tío pablo and his husband luis, my tía carmen, my cousins maria and isaac and isabella and daniela and alex. and riley my pup!!!

BLH: Your family is huge, omg.

VM: not even all of them. these are just the ones who could make it to christmas dinner

The photo makes Vanessa’s house look so fun, so welcome, so opening and inviting. Brooke zooms in on the photo, looks at their individual faces that look like they’re having a blast.

BLH: Wait, did you say your uncle and his husband?

VM: yeah they’re married!! caused a big drama when tío pablo brought him home the first time but now everyone loves him and their wedding was the best. and my mami wasn’t as mad when i came out to her lol

BLH: you’re out to her?

VM: yeah!!! a couple years ago i came out she cried for two days then got over it lol

Wow. Brooke’s wondering why they’ve never had this conversation before. Brooke knows that Vanessa senses her discomfort around talking about her own family, and tactfully doesn’t ask her much. Vanessa always talks about her own, though, recounting her constant bickering with her brother and her mom’s trash talking at the wheel.

BLH: Wow. That’s great, though.

VM: ya, she still wants grandkids tho

VM: says riley doesn’t count >:(

BLH: LOL. He is the biggest furriest baby there is.

Brooke pets Henry absentmindedly, burying her fingers into his soft fur as he purrs. He’s curled up on the pillow beside her, Apollo resting on her desk chair. Henry and Apollo are the two things that she doesn’t mind about visiting home. She opens the picture from Vanessa again, looking at all of the happy and smiling faces. Looks at her married uncles. It’s a contrast from the family portraits that line the walls in Brooke’s house, ones of her and her parents sitting stone faced, looking poised. Nothing short of practiced and perfect, matching their vibes during the holidays. Quiet, tense dinners, a cloak for the screaming arguments in the late evenings that her parents would get into after having too much to drink and needing to release their pent up resentment towards each other, only to go back to clipped tones the next day, as if nothing had happened.

The longing in her chest is tangible, a woven rope that makes her want to jump into the picture and have a family like Vanessa’s, one so big and full of life.

Brooke looks at the way that Vanessa’s grandmother’s arm is wrapped around her uncle’s waist and hugging her son close, and the way that Vanessa is curled into her mom’s side. Brooke wonders if Vanessa has mentioned her to her mom, talked about them at Christmas break. If Vanessa used to mention her past girlfriends, giggle about her dates with her mom.

Would her parents be the same way, if she came out to them, equally supportive and loving? Does she have to? Is she fake if she doesn’t?

She doesn’t want to. Facing their inevitable disappointed expressions, echoing the homilies they’ve heard at Mass about how being gay is wrong, how it means you’re a sinner. How you can’t go to heaven and thus can’t be a good person, if you’re gay.

Do her parents believe that? Would her parents hate her?

How could they, though? Would they hate Vanessa too, someone so sweet and funny and smart and utterly wonderful, just because of preconceptions that they have about her?

She wants a family like Vanessa’s, wants it so, so bad. Wants a house that is loud and full of laughter and ugly Christmas sweaters and one where she can bring her girlfriend home to. One where she’d be able to talk to her mom about anything and everything, where her mom would give her advice and actually give her the time of day.

Brooke’s fine on her own, in her room. She is. She just wants more. Wishes that she had it more than anything in the world.

(now)

“Vanessa. Please.”

Brooke bangs her fist on the door one, two, three times, the door an unmoving barrier that won’t budge as she ignores the patients, nurses, doctors, and technicians that pass by in the hall, because nothing else matters right now. She needs to talk and explain things, find out what made Vanessa push her away and look at her with an expression of horror and confusion alike, because she doesn’t know. It’s replaying in her brain a million times over, chipping away at her insides and she can feel her foundations start to crack, on the route to crumbling if she doesn’t find out.

Maybe it was the nickname.

Who was Brooke to even call her ‘Nessa’? A pet name that’s so laden with softness and memories of them from when they were so much younger. Of course Vanessa hadn’t wanted to hear it, they’re different now and they don’t do this and they’ve both moved on. They’re adults, two adults having sex. Nothing more.

She’s so stupid. She’s slipped up and ruined everything.

“Please, just talk to me.” Brooke never begs, she doesn’t. But right now she can’t help it as the words leave her lips sounding desperate and broken, ruining any illusion she’s ever wanted to portray of having her shit together. Any semblance of a carefully constructed persona that she carries around with her around the hospital is melting away, because all she can think of is Vanessa on the other side of the door.

The door doesn’t open.

Maybe it had been the way she’d pulled Vanessa in for a kiss after the consultation meeting. Maybe Vanessa had wanted to tell her that they were done, that she wanted to end whatever she fuck they were doing. And then Brooke had gone and kissed her, made everything worse. Made Vanessa firm in her decision.

She’s a fucking idiot.

Vanessa could probably sense it, all of it. The way that Brooke still fucking feels it, wants more than just sex no matter how much she tries to convince herself that she doesn’t. She hates it.

Brooke’s tried, the last few days. Attempted to hide her disappointment when Vanessa had to cancel meetings with her when the cardiac units got busy. Held her face back from displaying too much when Yvie had asked her about Vanessa and how they hadn’t seemed to be fighting for the first time in awhile. Brooke’s tried to forget the feeling of Vanessa’s face buried in the crook of her neck, arms gripping onto her like she’s a precious metal, because she’s not Brooke’s to cherish.

This is why she never does these…things. Doesn’t date anymore, stays far away from anyone that could make her feel more than she should. She doesn’t need it, doesn’t need the connection that feels so good, so right in the moment before shattering her into pieces when it ends. It ruins everything.

And now here she is, hung up over an ex from more than a decade ago, someone who’s been happily over it for just as long, leaving Brooke a fucking mess and banging on a door that she knows won’t open.

Stupid.

Brooke watches as her own fist drops from the door, slides down the smooth surface until it’s resting at her side. The telltale numbness that is activated by her brain when she’s feeling too much begins to spread over her heart, her soul. It glazes over the shame, the embarrassment, the rejection, the longing for someone who she shouldn’t be hung up over in the first place. The grey cloud is enough to numb everything, leaving a bulletproof blank slate that is impossible to get through from the outside.

She doesn’t need anything, or anyone. She’s learned that enough.

And so she turns on her heel, and she leaves.

Brooke does the only thing that she knows how to do when she needs to drown out her thoughts, shut her brain off to avoid the feelings that she doesn’t want to feel - she turns to her work. She takes on more patient referrals than she usually would, filling up her schedule with procedures that require her full attention for hours upon hours.

The work is methodical, routines that she’s followed a thousand times in her career. Cuts from her scalpel, the buzz of the bone saw, beeps sounding throughout the OR as she directs her team, working together like a miniature ecosystem. Patients that survive, others on the brink of death who pull back because Brooke refuses to sit down until they’re stable.

Other patients that die on the table and take a piece of Brooke with them when they go.

If her team notices any changes, they say nothing. She doesn’t care, she’s not here for them.

She’s here for work.

The interns piss her off more than usual, making stupid mistakes that are reflective of any medical student, but right now they’re so careless and messing with Brooke’s work, and so what if she yells at them more than she normally does? It makes her feel better afterwards.

It doesn’t stop her from escaping Nina’s scrutinizing gaze, though, her best friend looking equal parts done and worried as they sit in her office at the end of the day.

“I’ve had three interns email me today about how they can’t work in, and I quote, ‘unsafe work practices’.” Nina looks as if she’s staving off approximately three headaches at once, and Brooke would feel bad if they interns didn’t deserve it.

Brooke takes a sip of the wine that Nina’s poured for her. “Not my fault that they can’t handle the rigorous workload of being on the neuro units.” If they want to work with the best, they need to be the best.

She doesn’t need to put up with interns that forget simple suture techniques, or ones that don’t come prepared with answers to the questions that Brooke throws at them. How else are they going to become surgeons?

“Except this is new, Brooke, and you know it. You’re normally a bitch, but a fair one, which is how you’re good with the interns most of the time. But from what they’ve told me now, it sounds like you’re just being plain mean to them.” Nina tugs her glasses off, puts them on the desk before rubbing her temples.

Brooke shrugs. “They shouldn’t be in surgery if they can’t handle it.”

“No, you’re taking your frustrations out on them. Which I get, but also you’re going to scare all of them away, and the teaching component of this hospital is incredibly vital, and so we need to keep all of these baby doctors without you making them run with their tails between their legs before they can even reach residency.”

Brooke crosses her arms. “They’re shit baby doctors.”

“That’s a lie, and you know it.” Nina looks up at her, really looks up at her, and it makes Brooke shrink in her seat. Nina’s the only one in the hospital who can actually make her do so. “What on earth is up with you?”

Brooke shrugs. “It doesn’t matter.” It doesn’t, she’s dealing. She’s not going to let Vanessa affect her.

Nina sighs. “Brooke…”

“Anyway.” Brooke leans forward in her seat, rests her elbows on Nina’s desk. Ignores Nina’s pointed look at her. “You still haven’t told me about the date with Ryan you had last week. You promised me the details.”

It’s a distraction tactic, a flimsy one at best, but it does the job, Nina’s face lighting up at the mention of her new boyfriend. “Well, he said to dress fancy, but not too fancy, right?”

Brooke nods as she listens to Nina’s excited rambling, the woman at times as easy to redirect as a four year old. The subject is much more palatable than her own fucked up love life - not that she even has one.

The shot of tequila creates a smooth burn down the back of Brooke’s throat, the subsequent salt and lime not enough to drown out the overbearing noise that is forever present at Ralph’s. Brooke gestures to the bartender for another shot as Yvie, Scarlet and other members of the neurosurgery team toast to Plastique.

“Happy birthday, bitch!” Yvie yells the words as she slams down her empty shot glass. “May this be the year that you’re finally not carded.”

“That’ll probably be never. Everyone thinks I’m twelve years old anyway.” Plastique sighs. “Last week an attending asked me if I needed help finding my family - he thought I was a patient’s kid or something.”

Brooke can’t help the laugh that bubbles in her throat, something that Plastique immediately catches. “Don’t you start.”

Brooke has to cover her mouth. “Sorry, it’s just hilarious. We have a tween on the neuro team.” She cant help but fully crack up after making eye contact with Yvie.

Plastique pouts. “That’s Dr. Edwards to you. I’m a resident, damn it.”

“A twelve year old resident? Child prodigies are truly so impressive.” Yvie grins, patting Plastique’s arm.

“You’re all the worst. The absolute worst.”

“And yet,” Yvie shrugs, “you love us.”

Plastique grins. “Can’t deny that. Even if you all are pretty much considered elderly at this point.”

“Careful, or I’m gonna run you over with my walker.” Yvie pokes Plastique’s side, which makes her yelp and poke Yvie right back.

Brooke snorts. She loves her team, or at least, parts of it. She didn’t want to come out tonight, before being dragged out of her apartment by Yvie and Scarlet (a running theme recently, the two of them refusing to let her rest for even five seconds), but now she’s not so upset that she has.

Plastique, the newest member of neurosurgery who had started as a resident only a few months ago, already fits in well with the group. Brooke’s glad that she has friends that are at her level - or rather, close to her level, since she does outrank them all as the head of neurosurgery. Ones who she can discuss difficult cases and current research with, topics that someone who doesn’t work in a hospital would be utterly confused about. It reminds her of undergrad, when her and Vanessa would-

No. Not happening. She’s not thinking about that.

The bartender slides over the other shot that she’s ordered, and Brooke downs it without so much as a wince. The tequila and lime and salt are tangible, existing sensations that help to draw her out of her head, from the clutches of memories and regrets that never seem to leave her alone anymore.

“Slow down, B.” Yvie tilts her head, brow furrowed. “We got here like, ten minutes ago.”

Brooke shrugs. “Getting a head start, that’s all.” She’s gonna need all the alcohol that she can get on her first night out in awhile.

She’s been coming in early, staying late, overworking herself to shut off her mind, though it hasn’t been working as well as she wants it to. Vanessa’s smile. Vanessa’s moans underneath her. The furrow in Vanessa’s brow ever present in their past meetings. The way Vanessa had pushed her away the last time in the conference room. The way Vanessa hadn’t opened the door, effectively letting her know that she wasn’t interested. Wanted it to end.

Brooke gets it, really does. Though her heart fucking doesn’t, replaying the moment over and over again since it happened, the knife in her heart twisting more and more every time.

She needs to get a grip.

The alcohol flowing in her system is no help, making the conversations that are happening around her louder, the lights brighter, sensations that are exacerbating the very thoughts that she wants to drown out.

Scarlet pulls out a cupcake, because, being Scarlet, she had picked one up earlier for Plastique’s birthday. Plastique squeals (‘you got double chocolate!’) , pulling Scarlet into a hug. Brooke lets out a surprised yelp when she tugs the rest of them in, too, nearly falling off of her stool.

She peeks over Yvie’s shoulder while still in the hug before her heart drops in her chest, and she wants to close her eyes so that she doesn’t have to register who has just sit down at the other end of the bar.

Vanessa.

It seems that Brooke can’t come to Ralph’s without seeing her anymore.

Brooke can’t tear her eyes away, unable to pull her gaze from the other surgeon in a tan jumpsuit and with waves cascading down her back. She’s laughing, making enough noise with the cardiothoracic surgeons that Brooke has to wonder how she didn’t spot her as soon as she had walked in.

Vanessa flags down the bartender, batting her eyelids and tilting her head and from the way that the female bartender leans on the counter, flirts back, Brooke knows that it’s going to be on the house.

The knife in her chest twists a little bit more, hitting a few more veins, making a few more cuts. Not that it matters.

Brooke is a sucker for punishment, a real lover of making herself feel like shit because she can’t help the way that her eyes drag back towards Vanessa every couple minutes. She looks so carefree and happy, joking around with the other cardiac doctors and does she have her arm around the waist of one of them?

Vanessa’s so good at making herself at home, no matter the situation that she’s in. She’d been the same way back when they were in school, and Brooke can see that nothing’s changed. She’s like a flame burning bright, drawing everyone in towards her like moths that are mesmerized by her light. Her smiles light up her entire face, and Brooke has to ignore the incessant pangs in her stomach reminding her that she’s not the one who is causing them.

Vanessa’s fine. Vanessa gets through things, Brooke can see that. She can emerge unscathed and continue to shine, continue to climb up, up, up. She’s not haunted by regrets or things from her past. She knows when to cut off thorns that wrap around her limbs and try to bring her down. Ones like Brooke.

Brooke gets it. Maybe she deserves it. Because Vanessa clearly knows what she wants, and knows that she deserves better. Someone more than Brooke, who can give her love and light and not dysfunction and vicious cycles that only seem to end in destruction.

Brooke can’t hold Vanessa back anymore. Maybe she’s not meant for it, for anything that can crack her heart open. She had been doing so well, keeping things casual with a few women. No strings attached, no possibility of feelings being developed if she never learned their full names or anything about them. No attachments had meant no chance of those attachments being ripped from her.

Maybe that’s what she should go back to. Maybe it’s the only thing that she deserves now.

There’s no angel whispering in Brooke’s ear to stop her from going to chat up a girl (a nurse? a unit clerk?) towards the end of the night a few hours later, one whom she’s fucked before and is always willing for some time in the on call room. Perhaps there’s a little tug in her chest whispering that this girl isn’t Vanessa, won’t ever live up to Vanessa, but she ignores it. Because Vanessa isn’t hers, never will be hers, not anymore. Not for the last eleven years.

Maybe some quick fucks are all that Brooke is going to get now. She used to be happy with it, encouraged it even, before Vanessa walked into the hospital on her first day and disrupted her carefully crafted life and left her to salvage the broken pieces.

And salvage she will. Brooke can go back to it, because it’s what worked, it’s what she deserves. She doesn’t have Vanessa anymore.

Brooke doesn’t look up as she leaves to see if Vanessa notices her walk by, her hand on the girl’s back guiding her outside to a waiting Uber. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t. She can go back to her routine, back to not caring, not getting invested. Vanessa isn’t her problem anymore.

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #lesbian au #hospital au #holtzmanns #nobody knows where we might end up

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