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[ellnaturae]

F3F || I’ve always got room for ice cream

Elliott gets ready for going out, just a simple black tank top, ripped jeans and sandals, with some accessories here and there. He looks at the clothes he was wearing at the fair and debates throwing them away or not.

“Damn, I loved that see through sweater” he sighs. But the clothes are obviously broken down “Maybe I can fix them somehow?” he leaves them over the bed and looks at the enormous fluffy cow that takes mostly all the space in his room. He may throw them away when he is back, just to take away one more thing that reminds him of that night.

He then summons Ziggy from his arm and leaves her on the bed “Do whatever you want, but take care of our new friend over here, okay? I’m going out” even though Ziggy is not on his arm the tattoo is still there because of the glamour potion he drank that morning. He doesn’t even let Ziggy talk back, he just goes to the door and waves “See ya later, Zigs”.

The hospital isn’t too far away, but at least it takes him twenty minutes to get there walking at a normal path. When he arrives he stays near the door and just waits. He can’t wait to have a relaxed time and get some delicious ice cream.

[fanfic-shiz]

Theories (Peter Quill)

Pairing: Peter Quill x OC

Warnings: None...tiny, tiny spoiler for Vol. 2

A/N: This might be complete crap, but I desperately needed to write some Quill. I hammered this out earlier this morning and just did a quick edit, no rewriting. But hopefully it’s post worthy! I think a second part is in order? xD

PART TWO HERE

The sound of bickering voices drifted back from the cockpit, making me roll my eyes. I lowered the manuscript I was flipping through.

“Will you two morons cut it out already?” I hollered. I waited a beat, but the arguing went on. Probably hadn’t even heard me. Anyways, it wasn’t my job to break up the idiotic pissing contest that went on between Rocket and anyone he met. Or at the moment, Drax.

I shook my head and tried to tune them out again, going back to the manuscript. I’d been on the same damn two pages for days now. Couldn’t even get through a block of text without my mind wandering. It didn’t help that reading up on the Milano’s operating system wasn’t exactly thrilling material. But I needed to know more about how the ship worked so Quill would stop breathing down my neck every time I sat down at the controls. Also, I desperately needed a distraction from Quill himself.

And there I went again. Barely two minutes and I was already thinking about the stupid man. Stupidly good looking. And funny. And warm-hearted. Who would’ve seen that one coming? Certainly not me. When the Guardians had first recruited me, almost six months ago, I’d registered Quill as a handsome doofus and had tried to leave it at that. Unfortunately, the more time I’d spent around him, the more I’d realized he was more than that.

Our friendship had always been a volcanic one. One second, we were arguing and bickering over nothing…and the next I was doubled over in laughter at one of his jokes. And then there was the flirting. God, the flirting. It was uncontrollable. And I’d boarded the Milano with very strict intentions not to flirt with Quill, or even so much as look at him in any lustful light.

But that wasn’t the problem anymore. Even with the playful banter and the smoldering looks, my self-control was still impressive. The problem now was that….

I’d caught feelings. For Peter Quill.

Precisely what Gamora had warned me would happen if I wasn’t careful. It had all started on Ego, during that horrible moment when I thought I’d never see him again. And then all of the sudden he was there, being pulled onto the ship. Warm, alive, breathing, and the way he’d crushed himself against me had been anything but platonic. Things between us had been different since that moment.

Everything felt intense. Even more so than before. Peter and I had a friendship that had been built upon snarky sarcasm, witty quips, and flirtatious banter. The occasional touch, or even tap on the bottom as we passed by each other, was just a given.

I wasn’t ready to admit I had feelings for a man who called himself Star-Lord and had once upon a time brought a different girl every week back home to the ship with him. But that hadn’t happened for a while. For a long time, actually. Not that I was keeping track. Peter could do whatever he wanted, with whoever he wanted. Regardless of how I felt about it.

Behind my book, a soft groan of frustration escaped me. I was hopeless.

Quill chose that exact moment to walk in, pulling a shirt over his head at the same time. My eyes flickered to the muscled, bare skin of his abdomen before the t-shirt was pulled snuggly down over his stomach. I mentally slapped myself. What was wrong with me? What was about Peter Quill that had me wanting to abandon all my own rules? Even worse, he seemed to know I struggled. In fact, I was convinced he enjoyed it. Regardless of whether or not I would ever admit that I was drawn to him like a very stupid moth to a very hot flame.

“Don’t look away for my sake.” He said, as I went back to flipping through the manual in my hands. “Feel free to stare all you want.”

“I wasn’t staring.” I mumbled, refusing to look up and meet his eyes, and what I was sure was a very smug smile. “You came into the room and I looked up to see who it was.”

“Mhm.” Came his infuriating reply.

I tried to ignore him, and act normal. But my concentration was shattered just by the man’s mere presence. That and the fact that he was walking around where I sat perched on the steel table, opening and shutting drawers, shifting through the contents of cupboards like he’d lost something important.

“What are you doing?” I snapped, finally looking up from the book in my hands. That was my first mistake. He was so tall, all wide shoulders and narrow hips. And the fact that he chose to wear his clothing tighter than what was necessary did not help at all. Every inch of him was solid, except for maybe the softness of his smile or the waves of his hair.

Peter stopped rummaging through one of the drawers built into the ship’s wall and pushed it shut. “I dunno, trying to distract myself.” He said, putting his hands on his tapered hips and shrugging his shoulders.

“Well now you’re distracting me from my reading.”

“And you’re distracting me from distracting myself from you.” He quipped back.

“What? That doesn’t even make sense.” I retorted, shaking my head. Trying to pretend like I had missed the entire context of his sentence. Particularly the part that mentioned me. Unfortunately, I knew exactly what I meant…

After Ego…the looks had become more lingering. The touches more purposeful and less by accident. Every time we squeezed past one another in one of the narrow hallways or to and from the cockpit, my pulse pounded and it was everything I could do not to grab onto him and pull him closer. Almost losing him had taken the tiny flame I’d held for Quill and turned it into a raging bonfire that I was quickly losing control of. I swore to myself I wouldn’t get involved with him. Not just because he was a womanizer, or a teammate, or a friend. But because having feelings for anybody in this crazy, unpredictable galaxy was a risk. And Quill was a big one.

“Yes it does.” He argued. “It makes perfect sense.”

I let out a sigh, shaking my head. “Well, why don’t I just leave then? Will that help?”

“No.” He answered. “Because you’ll still be somewhere on this god damn ship, driving me crazy.”

“I’m not even doing anything!” I protested.

He ran both hands through his hair. “Well, that’s the problem. Isn’t it? When the hell are we gonna stop doing nothing and do something about this, huh?” He gestured between the two of us. “Because I can’t keep going on on pretending like this isn’t happening.”

“Nothing’s happening.” I lied, my voice sounded unsure even to me. And I’d always been a very good liar. “It’s nothing.”

“Really?” He asked, raising a disbelieving eyebrow. “So the way you look at me, that’s nothing?” I felt my face grow hot, which for some reason just seemed to make him bolder. He took a step toward me. “Yeah, I said it. I’ve seen the way you look me when you think I’m not paying attention.”

“You’re imagining things, Quill.” I mumbled. I moved to slide off the table, but Peter was suddenly there, hands on either side of me and effectively trapping me there.

He was inches away now, blue eyes sparking with electricity. I could smell his cologne, mixed with his usual scent of fuel and leather. He was too close now, my brain a jumbled mess. He plucked the book from my hands and tossed it over his shoulder, eyes never leaving mine.

“Hey!” I protested, hearing it thump to the floor.

“It’s a book, it’ll live.” He said, and I wondered if he had any clue what he’d done by taking that book out of my hands. My fingers curled into tight fists in my lap with the effort of not reaching out to touch him. Judging by the subtle curve of his lips, that asshole knew. “So now tell me I’m imagining things. Say it. There’s nothing here. You don’t feel this.”

“Feel what?” I questioned, feigning confusing.

His hand was on my knee, prying my legs apart as he moved to stand in between them before pulling me to the edge of the table until there was no more space between us. My breath hitched in my throat as his hands slid up my thighs to my hips, his thumbs circling through the fabric of my shirt right on my hipbones.

“So you’re saying me being this close to you, my hands touching you…no effect on you at all?” He questioned in a low tone, eyes searching my face.

“Nope.” I shook my head.

“That’s bullshit.”

“You’re bullshit.”

“And now who’s the one making no sense?” He smirked.

“Still you.” I answered simply, but I felt myself relax a little as his thumbs continued to trace invisible patterns through my t-shirt.

“Do you enjoy being this infuriating?” He asked, perking an eyebrow. His fingers intertwined with mine before placing my hands on his chest. “It takes like, zero effort, to admit you want me.”

At that, I actually laughed which only made him grin. “You’re too cocky for your own good, Quill. You must have some pretty big balls to assume I feel anything even remotely close to attraction for you.”

Even as the words left my mouth, we both knew they were a lie. Not even a good one at that.

“Biggest balls in the galaxy, honey.” He replied, a lazy grin pulling at his lips. “See I have this theory. Do you wanna hear it?”

“Not really.”

I was too preoccupied with how warm his skin felt, even through the fabric of his clean, blue t-shirt. And the fact that he was still so close, my thighs around his hips as one of his hands traced a featherlight line up my wrist to my shoulder and then back down again.

He ignored me and went on. “I have this theory,” he began. “That you’ve got it bad for me. I get you all hot and bothered just by existing.”

I snorted with laughter, but it wasn’t because he was wrong. The cocky bastard.

“And I’m about 99.9% sure this theory is correct. Which is why I’m gonna ask again…when are we gonna do something about this? You and me and this unspoken thing?”

The last two words came out more like a murmur, his blue eyes growing more intent. I pushed my hands up his chest to his shoulders before locking my arms around his neck without thinking. What I should’ve been doing was pushing him away. He was Peter Quill after all. And that meant trouble.

“Quill…” I began, averting my eyes to the front of his t-shirt.

“Peter.” He corrected me. “Or, you know, Star-Lord if you really insist.”

“I don’t.” I said quickly and a chuckle reverberated through his chest. I grew quiet again, fighting an internal battle with my feelings.

“Give me something here. I know I’m right. I can’t be the only one who feels this.”

At that, my eyes slowly lifted to meet his hopeful, expectant gaze. I sucked in a deep breath, not sure what exactly I was going to say. But then I was spared from words altogether when a certain space raccoon entered the room.

“Are you freaking kidding me? Get a god damn room!” Rocket yelled, rolling his eyes.

I immediately wriggled out of Quill’s hold, pushing him away from me and sliding off the table. “Nope, not doing that. This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Sure it ain’t.” Rocket sang out, looking between the two of us.

“I was just testing a theory.” Peter said, giving me a wink.

“Here’s a theory for you,” I snapped, scooping my book off the floor. “You’re a pain in the ass, Quill.”

“That’s not a theory, sweetheart!” Peter called after me. “That’s just mean!”

His voice echoed after me down the hall, and by the time I made it to my room, I felt slightly more in control. But not by much. If Peter Quill was anything, though, it was persistent. And I highly doubted I’d heard the last about his theory on our unspoken thing.

[devilishlyvintage]

Murder (BH6 Halloween Fic 2016) Part 2

A/N: This is the sequel to the fic I wrote for Halloween last year, so if you haven’t read that I highly suggest reading that first and then coming back to this as you will not understand what is going on.

It’s weird for me to be writing Issac’s character again, considering he was a character I made purely for the sake of this story. Well, I hope you guys like this! Not sure if this will be the last part, but it more than likely will be as I want to wrap things up nicely and not leave you guys waiting until next Halloween for the next part (again, really sorry about doing that this time, it won’t happen again xD)

Grab your snacks and pillows, because things are about to get spoopy!

Title: Murder (Part 2)

Fandom: Big Hero 6

Summary: Issac decided to follow the stranger, hoping he could find the answers he was looking for. Though will the mystery of the murder finally be solved?

“Come on, keep up!” said the stranger, jumping down off of a rooftop. Fire surrounded his being, and he clenched one of his fists tightly so that it would stop. Issac was at a lost for words when he saw that, how had he done that?

“Before you ask, i’m a mutant.” the masked vigilante explained, his tone plain and hardly full of any emotion at all. “Usually I don’t take too kindly to people like you, but i’m willing to give you a chance. What’s your name, bud?”

Issac felt himself relax when his name had been asked for. He swallowed, gulping. “Issac. Issac Neuell. I work for the San Fransokyo police department. What am I supposed to call you?”

The male was quiet for a moment until finally, he spoke.

“Elemente. Sunny Elemente. Now come on, we don’t have time for all this.”

“Sunny Elemente? What kind of a name is that?” Issac asked, hearing ‘Sunny’ growl in irritation.

“I said we don’t have the time for this. Come on.” he was beginning to become irked, and he hated feeling this way. He hated feeling angrily constantly, and even when he tried to calm down he knew that he couldn’t. It was hard, so incredibly hard.

Issac followed Sunny, having no other choice but to. He had to solve this mystery, and he had to get whatever help was available.

“So…uhh, Sunny…do you have any idea who this murderer might be?” he asked, the fire mutant shaking his head in response.

“No. But whoever they are, they’re very, very dangerous. You could say they’re bloodthirsty.”

Issac felt a chill roll down his spine, growing slightly suspicious of Sunny.

Well duh, of course, this murderer is bloodthirsty.

“Follow me, we can talk more once we get back to my place.”

***

Issac and Sunny arrived in front of a shabby little house, some of the windows broken and the curtains a mess. Sunny got out his keys and opened the door, letting Issac inside before he joined the cop.

“It’s not much, but I call it home. You want something to drink? Tea? Coffee?”

“No thanks.” Issac declined the offer. “I’m good.”

Sunny took off his coat, glasses, hat, scarf and gloves, though kept his boots on. His hair was poofy due to its length, he had stubble that was in need of shaving and his breath had the stench of smoke. Issac took note of all these details to get a better impression of his helper.

Young adult male, maybe in his early twenties or late teens. Most likely a heavy smoker.

“Want one?” Sunny offered a cigarette to Issac, the police officer taking him up on it.

“Thanks.”

Sunny lit up his cigarette with his powers and then proceeded to light up Issac’s, the two sitting down while smoking.

“Gotta admit, I didn’t actually think you’d take it.” Sunny admitted, putting his feet up. “You know, you being part of the force and all.”

“Just because I work on the force, doesn’t mean I can’t smoke. I like doing it every now and again, it’s not as if it’s hurting anybody. What my co-workers don’t know won’t kill them.”

“I like your style.” Sunny smirked, making Issac chuckle.

“A lot of people say that.”

There was silence for a little while, Issac deciding to take advantage of it to get a better look at what Sunny looked like. He didn’t ‘bat for the other side’, as people he knew said, but he wasn’t blind. He was hot as fuck, and muscular too.

Was there something his friends knew that he didn’t? Was it possible that he liked both genders? Was that…even allowed? If his mother was still around, she’d probably be calling him greedy right about now.

Sunny and Issac finished their cigarettes, the Japanese-American man opening up his computer and presenting a large number of files all in folders. Issac took a closer look, surprised with how much information was in front of him.

“Holy hell.” he said in awe. “How were you able to get all of this?”

“Hacked into a few computer systems, no big deal.” Sunny replied simply, hardly with any emotion at all. 

“No big deal?” Issac responded. “Dude, you could land yourself in so much shit for stuff like this. All the cops would need is your IP address and boom, you’d either have to pay a large fine or end up behind bars, and judging by the state of your house you don’t have a lot of money. I guess the computer was stolen?”

“Only option I had.” Sunny replied, typing away. “Look, just don’t ask so many questions, alright? Your voice is beginning to give me a headache.”

Issac sat back, understandably a little offended. “Rude.”

“I get that a lot.” Sunny spoke, growing irritated. “It’s why I usually don’t work alongside the cops, but these fucking hero wannabes suggested to me that I give it a try and see how it goes.”

Wish I could just get this over with already, this guy is starting to get on my nerves.

“I’m gonna head outside for some air, okay?” Issac said, stretching as he got on his feet. He ran his hand through his hair to move it away from his eyes. “I’ll be right back.”

The police officer went to the door, surprised to find that it was locked. He tried pulling at the handle, but it was no use.

“Sunny? Why is the door locked?” he asked, starting to get worried. “Does it lock automatically from the outside or something?”

“No.” Sunny shook his head, putting his computer away. “I locked it. Can’t be too careful around these parts, anyone could break in.”

The man went to the kitchen and browsed the draws, taking out the item that he needed. He smirked, putting on a friendly voice. “You hungry? I can make us something to eat if you want, or we could order take-out.”

“No thanks.” Issac called from the living room. “I ate earlier. You okay in there?”

Fine. At least, I will be once you’re dead.

“I’m fine.” he heard him reply.

“Hey, can you unlock the door? I really need to get some air.” Issac coughed, the scent of smoke curling up his nostrils. “Sunny? You still there?”

“Right here.” Sunny emerged from the kitchen, knife in hand. “No need to be afraid, Zaccy, this won’t take long.”

Issac backed up until his behind touched the door, his hand reaching for the handle as he attempted to get it to unlock. “Sunny…w-why do you have a knife?”

“No reason.” Sunny smiled innocently, as though he had no idea what he was doing. “Like I said, this won’t take long.”

“Sunny, you’re scaring me a little. Just…put the knife down, okay man?” Issac tried to get through to him, nervous. “We can talk about this. Whatever it is you’re planning, you don’t have to do it. We can figure this out. Together.”

Sunny walked up to Issac, pointing the knife to his chest (specifically, his heart).

“I don’t think so.”

The mutant struck the weapon straight through, watching Issac cough up blood before the life drained from his eyes like water from a broken glass. Sunny removed the blade and let Issac fall to the carpet, grinning.

Now I should have enough to cure myself of this fucking disease.

1 Week Later

Issac’s body was found sometime after his death, Big Hero 6 immediately on the scene to investigate. Leaning in closer to Issac, Hiro brushed his hand over his eyes in a downwards motion and closed them, looking at him sadly. He picked up his police badge to identify the man for himself.

“Issac Neuell worked for the San Fransokyo Police Department. From the looks of it, he was stabbed directly in the heart and then left here deliberately for the police to find- or in this case, for us to find. Is the killer trying to send a message or something?”

Sunny was watching everything unfold from the shadows, a chuckle passing his lips.

If that’s how you wanna take it, little brother, you be my guest and take it that way. Happy Halloween, Big Hero 6.

And that’s the conclusion of this story! I hoped you all enjoyed it, and I hope it was worth the wait! Decided to leave it on a cliffhanger, and it implies that the mystery is still on-going and/or was never solved. Thanks for reading, Happy Halloween everyone!