#[yeah she's gonna learn to start a fire and what plants are and are not edible]

[halfdeadsacrifice]

He's scheduling a camping trip for him and Niraja as we speak... but it's probably going to be more fun than wilderness boot camp.

[razzle-zazzle]

1896 words; post-canon

Secret Santa for @loudlychoppedbread! A oneshot of Lili flirting with Raz via bad pickup lines!

AO3 ver

Lili needed to get Raz to visit her garden more often.

Well, maybe not. It was her space, as nice as it was to have Raz help her with the flowers. Even if his herbaphony was next to nonexistent and his green thumb was more like a small thumbnail. But it was nice to share this with him, and he was just so…

A jet of water splattered onto the begonia in front of her, putting out the flame that had started eating at the leaves. Lili flinched back, face flushing as she realized she what she had almost done in her distraction.

“You okay?” Raz asked, pulling the watering can away from the begonia. “Usually I’m the one setting your plants on fire.” He added, a small grin at his little joke.

Lili snorted. “That was one time.” She physically stepped back from the begonia, and mentally stepped back from thinking about stupid boys with cute faces and heroic attitudes that made her want to cup that face in her hands and just shake it for being so stupid and cute and frustratingly endearing—

The smell of burnt hair was the only warning Lili got before the watering can was turned upon her, Raz standing upon a levball as he put out the tiny flame. She shrieked, startled. Raz snickered. See? I can water the lilies just fine! He grinned, thought trickling down into Lili’s brain.

“I’ll get you for that!” Lili declared, lunging forwards. Raz yelled, levball rolling back before he tumbled off of it entirely, flipping backwards away from Lili’s tackle. The watering can fell to the ground, forgotten in the chaos as Lili and Raz tumbled around in the grass. The plants were shouting in their own way, either encouraging the tussle or demanding it stop before something got trampled.

So, yeah. Maybe it wasn’t a great idea to have Raz in her garden. Or near her at all.

But Lili was better than this! She wasn’t gonna let some stupid crush get to her! She was gonna take this crush and crush it the best way she knew: by flirting.

As this was a matter of the utmost importance, Lili had to pull out the Big Guns. She’d hesitated to do this, both because there were bigger things to worry about and because she wasn’t sure yet—but now it was time to come out and say it.

“Did it hurt?” Lili asked, not quite blurting the words out but still speaking more abruptly than she wanted.

“Did what hurt?” Raz asked, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. For a single, precarious moment, the very concept of words fled Lili’s mind, replaced by flames and only flames. Raz stared at her, expecting a response. Lili stared back. Stalemate.

“When you fell from heaven!” Lili blurted. The tulips startled at the sound, but Raz—

“Um.” Raz’ face flushed, slightly, before he recovered his bravado, “Of course not. I learned how to fall before I learned how to walk.”

Now it was Lili’s turn to be flustered—that wasn’t how she expected him to react. But she probably should have expected it, given Raz’ acrobatic proficiency and general… Raz-ness. Still, she would not be so easily cowed.

“Yeah, well, if you were a vegetable,” Lili started, grabbing Raz’ gloved hand in hers, “You’d be a cute-cumber.”

Pink and white streamers shot from Raz’ mind to hers, flustered snarls of flattery tangling their link. His mouth opened, face flushed as he fumbled for words.

“You’re cute too!” He managed, through the swoon clawing at his mind. Lili giggled, satisfied with her victory—no, wait, Raz was floating up into the air—Lili snagged Raz’ hand, yanking im back down to earth. He landed on her with a dull thud that knocked the air out of both of them.

After a moment, Lili laughed.

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Lili hopped off the balance beam, having successfully made her way across it with minimal wobbling.

“You did it!” Raz cheered, grabbing her hand.

“Of course I did.” Lili agreed, squeezing Raz’ hand back. His mind sloshed against hers, tangly vines creeping between the two of them as they giggled. The perfect moment!

“Are you from Tennessee?” Lili asked. At Raz’ confused look, she elaborated, “Because you’re the only ten I see.” A prime line, taken directly from observing her dad in action—so it was guaranteed to work.

And work it did, because Raz’ giggle turned into a squeak. He started to float, his grip on Lili’s hand tightening—

“That has got to be the lamest pickup line I’ve ever heard.” Dion chuckled, perched up on a tree branch overhead. He jumped off, flipping through the air on his way down. He rolled as he hit the ground, coming to a stop just in front of them.

Raz scoffed, eyes already rolling. “Yeah, because you hear so many pickup lines.”

“Mmhm.” Dion nodded, blatantly ignoring Raz’ sarcasm. “Tons.” He grinned, only to look at Raz again and double-take. “Why are you floating.” He grit out, sounding annoyed but broadcasting wary.

“I’m not floating.” Raz denied, pulling on Lili’s arm and landing back on the ground very suddenly.

Dion’s eyebrows quirked in disbelief, before he visibly decided it didn’t matter. “Whatever. Mom wanted me to ask if you were gonna stay for dinner.”

Lili’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t know Raz’ older brother very well, but what she did know of him she didn’t like very much. “My pickup lines are great, actually.” She interjected, pulling her hand from Raz’ so she could put both hands on her hips for a good and proper glare. It probably wouldn’t be too rude to set Raz’ brother on fire, right? She could probably put it out before any real damage was done. Probably.

“I don’t care if you’re ten or whatever, your pickup lines suck.” Dion said, and now Lili really wanted to set him on fire. She opened her mouth to retort—

“Well, I like them!” Raz interjected. Whatever he was about to say next was cut off by the sound of a levboard grinding to a halt as Gisu came to a stop next to the group. “Sup?” She greeted, one foot on the ground, the other on her levboard.

“Hey.” Dion greeted, the look on his face a little bit similar to the way Raz sometimes looked at Lili. Lili resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She didn’t get why or how, but somehow putting Gisu and Dion together made them both so lame.

Gisu grinned, something like determination leaching off of her. “Just wanted to say,” she started, “If you were a McDonald’s burger, you’d be the McGorgeous.” She wiggled her eyebrows, smug grin threatening to shake into laughter the longer she stood there. “And babe, I am starving.”

Dion brought a hand to his mouth to cover a scuffed laugh, flush dusting his cheeks. Infatuation rolled off him in waves, so obvious that Lili probably didn’t even need to be psychic to notice it. Ewwwwww.

“That was awful.” Lili opined. Neither Dion nor Gisu seemed to care, though, already darting away on Gisu’s levboard with stupid sappy grins on their faces. Geez, Lili and Raz didn’t look at all like that when they were together. Not at all!

“I don’t get what she sees in him.” Raz said. He tentatively reached out, grasping Lili’s hand in his. Lili squeezed back, and resolved to put weird older brothers out of her mind.

“You know, if I could rearrange the alphabet,” Lili started, “I think I’d put U and I together.” She grinned as Raz blushed, rising a few inches into the air. Boldened by the victory, she continued. “You hear that?”

“Hear what?” Raz asked.

“Sounds like we’re near an airport!” Lili declared, squeezing Raz’ hand. “Because my heart is taking off!”

It took a solid ten minutes before Raz came back down.

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Lili frowned. Francis needed more water, Fred needed a little more sun, and Fiona was complaining about aphids even though there were ladybugs all over—

“Hey, Lili!” Raz’ voice broke through her thoughts, his mental presence a calm balm against Lili’s rising frustrations. And also another source of frustration. But mostly a balm.

Lili turned her attention away from the begonias to look at Raz, who was balanced on a levball. “Yeah?”

Raz grinned. “Wanna see me do a flip?” He asked, bouncing in place.

“O…kay?” That was weird. Raz never asked to do flips or cartwheels—he just did them, when he felt like it. Lili could tell he was planning something, but when she probed with her mind, a wave of mischievous winking and wait-and-sees blocked her out.

“Watch this!” Raz rolled his levball, looking ready to launch into a flip—

“Ow!” Raz declared, stumbling forwards, levball popping beneath him. His knees hit the dirt, and his head was quick to follow, only for his arms to hit the ground first and transfer his momentum into a somersault. A somersault that ended with him prone on the ground, face in the dirt as he groaned, but a somersault nonetheless.

“Wh—are you okay?” Lili grabbed Raz’ shoulder, hauling him back up. He flopped down, limp against her hold, and Lili almost dropped him floundering for something she could use to help—

Raz rolled over, throwing his arm over his forehead. “Lili…” He groaned, face pinched in pain.

“What?” Lili demanded, kneeling down beside him. “Did you break something?”

“I need…” Raz sighed dramatically, one eye cracking open to look at her before slipping closed again, “I need first aid.” He said, his other hand falling over his chest. “Because I hurt my knees falling head over heels for you.” He finished, his head lolling to the side and his tongue falling out of his mouth with one, final, “blegh.”

Lili froze. All of her earlier panic slammed face-first into the wall of realization as it hit her what Raz was actually doing. “You—” Her face burned, her chest suddenly very light—almost weightless. The ground fell away from her, Raz sinking down as that weightless feeling grew out from her chest into her arms and legs. She curled up, burying her face in her knees to muffle a flustered scream as the ground continued to sink down away from her. Unfair! That was so unfair!

“Lili?!” Raz’ eyes were open wide now as he stared up at her. She floated a little higher, squeezing her knees against her chest as though it might soothe the fire burning up her brain. Stupid cute boys with heroic streaks who were nice and cute and made her want to bite her own pigtails and punch him in the shoulder—

Raz’ hands grabbed onto her arm, pulling Lili from her thoughts. He was standing on a levball, arms stretched as far as he could reach in order to grab onto Lili before she floated off entirely.

“Stop being so cute.” Lili grumbled, uncurling just enough to grab Raz’ hands in hers.

“I could say the same to you.” Raz flirted back, the weightlessness coming back in full force. Lili gasped, fumbling for a response that would send Raz floating right up into the air with her—

No words came to mind. Their feelings intertwined, and Raz floated up without Lili needing to say anything at all.

It took a long time for them to come back down.

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Cabins and Cobbler

Previous

A group of Kingdom people; including King Ezekiel, Morgan, Benjamin, Richard and Diane had gone out, Daryl and Natalia were waiting for them when they got back.

"Hey, uh, do you want to head to the infirmary?" Benjamin, the teenager who was stood with Jerry in the auditorium, asked Morgan, who kept touching his left ear.

"No. I'm okay." He replied.

"Hey." Daryl called out to them. "Where'd you go in them trucks?"

"I need to speak to Daryl and Natalia alone." Morgan told Benjamin. "That okay?"

"Yeah, I'll get you something for that cut." Benjamin said, walking away.

"The Saviours, right?" Natalia asked, when they met. "You went to do a trade, huh?"

"Yeah." Morgan confirmed.

"Part of your deal?" Daryl asked.

He didn't answer.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" Daryl stepped toward him. "You're bleeding."

He touched his ear.

"They did that to you. You know what they are."

"I do."

"I thought you would've learned after the wolves, after what they did." Natalia told him.

"You know, if Carol were here, she saw all that... if she knew about Abraham... and Glenn... she'd be leading us right to them, ready to kill them all." Daryl said.

"She would." Morgan agreed. "And that's why she left, man."

Daryl stared him down.

"Come on, its a waste of time trying to talk to him." Natalia decided, tugging the man away.

He scoffed, before following.

They headed to the archery area, finding Richard there.

"I'm practicing." He told the pair. "Gonna have to start using these more. The Saviours are smart enough to know I shouldn't have a gun around them."

If Natalia was being honest, he was pretty shit.

"Morgan said you're a bowman." He looked at Daryl.

He picked up a crossbow, handing it to him.

"He says thank you." Natalia said, taking it, because Daryl was too busy staring, trying to figure him out.

"Why?" He finally answered, taking it off her hands.

"'Cause we want the same things. I need your help, both of yours, actually." He looked at Natalia. "Morgan also tells me you are highly skilled in combat and a quick thinker."

"I'm not doing anything until I get my own weapons." She told him.

"That'll be arranged." He nodded.

Richard had got a hold of some knifes and sheathes as well as a hand gun and holster. Natalia would of preferred her own, but considering she couldn't just waltz into the Sanctuary and retrieve them, it would have to do.

He had led the pair to an secret place, it was small, hidden behind a no camping sign.

In a wardrobe, there were guns.

"We need something to move Ezekiel." He had explained. "This is it. Alexandria, the Hilltop, and the Kingdom hitting first, hitting hard, and then we wipe the Saviours from the Earth. Dozens and dozens and dozens of good people... keeping them safe."

Once they had finished at the place, they left walking towards two large lorries.

"They ride this road. If we see cars, its the Saviours." He told them. "They've been coming in packs of two or three lately. That's why I need the two of you. I can't take them alone. We're gonna hit them with the guns first and then the Molotovs. Then back to the guns until they're dead."

Natalia thought this was a ridiculous idea and could not believe she had let herself get dragged into it, for once, she wished she listened to Rick and Michonne.

"Why the fire?" Daryl asked.

"Needs to look bad. The Saviours who discover what's left... we want them to be angry." He answered. "I left a trail from here to the weapons cache I planted to the cabin of that someone Ezekiel cares about."

"Who?" Natalia asked him.

"Its just some loner he met. Sometimes he brings food."

"Why don't they live in the Kingdom, with you guys?" She dug further.

"I don't know. She lives out there, she'll die out there."

Natalia got a sour taste in her mouth.

"Its a woman?" Daryl asked.

"What does that matter? She's got more balls than you and me. She's gonna die either way. When the Saviours come and find their buddies dead, if they know their elbow from their asshole and can follow an obvious spoor, they're gonna go to the weapons cache and then to the cabin, and they're gonna attack this woman."

"You sick fuck." Natalia scowled.

Natalia felt bile rise up in her throat, she pulled out a knife, but Daryl clamped a hand around her wrist before the other man could realise.

"What's her name?" He asked.

"Maybe they kill her, maybe they don't, but it's gonna show Ezekiel what he needs to do."

"Her name. What is it?" Daryl repeated.

"She's tough. Maybe she'll live."

"Say her damn name!" Daryl raised his voice.

He sighed, looking away before answering.

"Carol. I hoped you didn't know her, but I didn't think you'd care, 'cause you know what needs to happen."

"No." Daryl walked forward still holding on to the woman.

"Maybe she'll live. Look, this, this is how... this is how this could happen. This is how we can get rid of the Saviours how we all can have a future."

Daryl picked up the weapons, ignoring him.

"She's living out there on her own just waiting to die."

"No!"

"If we don't do anything a hell of a lot more people are gonna die people who want to live!"

"Go to hell!" Natalia told him, she was sick to her teeth of women being a pawn in every bastards tactics, what he was saying was barbaric, she was growing real tired of men in this world, was it not enough that they were existing along with dead people trying to rip them to pieces.

"This is what needs to happen." He tried reasoning with them.

Daryl dropped his hold on Natalia, stepping up to the man.

"You stay the hell away from Carol, you hear me?" He said.

The sound of cars approaching, caught their attention.

Richard went to the edge of the lorry, checking it.

"Its them." He turned to the pair. "Look, we can wait for things to go bad, we lose people... or we can do the hard thing... and choose our fate for ourselves."

"No." Natalia told him. "We ain't cowards like you."

"Sorry." He shrugged, carrying on to initiate his plan.

Natalia nodded at Daryl, he listened, walking ahead and grabbing the man, tackling him to the floor.

The cars drove by as they fought, Daryl landing punches across his face.

Natalia kept a lookout, making sure no one had spotted them.

Richard managed to grab a hold of something, hitting Daryl across the head with it, sending him to the ground.

Natalia pulled out her gun, aiming it at the man as they grabbed their weapons, pointing it at each other.

"There'll be more." Richard said, his mouth was bleeding profusely.

Daryl's eyebrow had also begun bleeding from where he hit him, Natalia wanted to shoot the man for that alone.

"Or those. They're gonna ride back this way later. We'll have another chance."

"No, we won't." Natalia told him.

"We're running out of time." He tried reasoning with Daryl. "If you and your people want to move against the Saviours... you need to do it soon, and you need the Kingdom. What we have to do requires sacrifice one way or another. Guys like us... we've already lost so much."

"You don't know me." Daryl told him.

"I know... that Carol, living on her own like that... she might as well be dead right now."

Natalia stepped towards him, putting all her strength into hitting the man over the head with the back of her gun, causing him to drop to the ground.

Daryl looked at her before crouching down, checking he was still alive.

"Prick." She grumbled.

"Still breathing." He told her, standing up.

"Then lets get out of here before he wakes up, he's lucky I didn't kill him." She told him, walking away from the lorry.

Daryl picked up the backpack, following her.

They had tracked their way to the cabin, to Carol, it was in a graveyard.

They had to sneak past the Kingdom people as they had just been talking to her, dropping off a cobbler.

Daryl knocked on the door, they waited silently for her to open it.

When she did, her shock and surprise was made obvious on her face as she looked at the pair.

Natalia was ecstatic to see her friend, who she hadn't seen since they got back from dealing with Dwight on the train tracks.

Carol walked away from the door, hugging them tightly as she teared up.

"Jesus took us to the Kingdom." Daryl explained when she pulled away. "Morgan said you just left. We were out here, and we saw you."

Natalia didn't understand why Daryl was lying to her, but she kept her cool, going along with it.

"Why'd you leave?" Natalia asked.

"I had to." She whispered.

Carol invited them in to her home, setting a fire as it was starting to get dark.

"I couldn't lose anyone." Carol said. "I couldn't lose any of them. I couldn't lose the two of you. I couldn't kill them. I could. I would. If they hurt any of our people, any more of them, that's what I would do. And there wouldn't be anything left of me after that."

"You're wrong." Natalia told her. "You're still who you are, if we didn't do what we had to do, we wouldn't be here at all, for ourselves, or to help other people, even if it feels shitty, it's mandatory, now. I'm a better person than what I was before this, because I'm able to be here and save my family."

"Why are you out here?" Carol asked Natalia.

"'Cause Jesus took us here." She continued the lie Daryl started.

"Why aren't you at home with Evie?"

"She's safe, right now, I'm here, because here's where I should be."

"The Saviours, did they come?" Carol moved on.

"Yeah." Daryl answered.

Carol turned around, facing them as she began tearing up, waiting to hear the inevitable news.

Natalia chewed her nail, not wanting to be the one to tell her friend in her obvious delicate state right now.

"Did anyone get hurt?" She asked. "Is everybody okay? Did the Saviours... Is everybody back home okay?"

Neither of them answered her.

"Nat... Daryl..." She tried.

"They came." Daryl started. "We got them all."

Natalia looked up at him, from where she was sat in front of the couch, she hid her confused expression quickly before Carol could notice and realise he just lied to her.

"Made a deal with the rest of them, like Ezekiel." He continued as Carol let out a sob of relief. "Everyone's alright. Everyone's alright."

He then tapped the table.

"We gonna eat or... or I got to be a king or something to get food around here?"

Carol laughed, getting up from the floor.

"Shut up." She brought over the pan she was heating up. "Natalia, come on, come eat."

She listened, taking a seat at the table as Carol dished up the food.

"Ezekiel... is he okay?" Daryl asked.

Natalia didn't want to join in on the conversation, she was tired, she was missing home, her bed, Evie, and Sully, she also just wanted to leave the cabin, a lump was forming in her throat at their previous conversation.

"Yeah, I think he is."

When Carol handed her a bowl, she accepted it, quietly thanking the woman, who gasped suddenly.

"What?" She asked.

Carol grabbed a hold of her hand.

"Are you..." She looked between the pair, then back down at Natalia's left hand. "Did you guys... get married?"

Natalia pulled away, smiling shortly as she hid her hand under the table, spinning the ring around her finger.

"Yeah, two days ago." She answered.

"Forgot to mention it" Daryl added, digging into the food, taking notice of Natalia's weird behaviour.

"Congratulations, the both of you, I'm happy for you guys." Carol smiled widely, she had known of Daryl's crush on Natalia for a long while, she had been the one encouraging him to go for it, obviously, he had never listened to her.

After they had eaten, Daryl and Natalia decided to leave, bidding goodbye to Carol, leaving her to live alone in peace.

Daryl had gone back for one last hug, terrified for his best friend, her being on her own, after what Richard had tried pulling.

"Watch out for yourself, all right?" He told her.

The couple then left.

Natalia walked ahead of him.

"Going to bed." She said, when they reached the Kingdom.

"You alright?" He asked her, lifting her chin since she was refusing to look at him.

"Why'd you lie to her?"

He was thrown off by her question.

"Cause, Nat, she don't wanna be apart of this, so she ain't gonna."

"But it's not alright, none of this is alright, no ones safe, we're never really safe. She deserved to know what happened, that..." Her voice broke, she couldn't say it. "That they're gone."

"Nat." He shook his head, "We're gonna get out of this, I promised you, we're gonna kill him, he's gonna pay, for all of it, but she doesn't need to be apart of that. She wasn't in the first place."

"I'm just so tired, I'm so sick of fighting, I just want all this to be over, I wanna go home. Not be terrified I'm gonna see more graves."

"I know, C'mere." He pulled her in, kissing her head as she wept silently, wrapping her arms around him.

Eventually, she had stopped crying, continuing to their room to get some rest, whilst Daryl decided to look around, ending up sat in front of Shiva's cage until Morgan walked in on him.

Natalia was asleep by the time he had got into bed beside her, he wondered if she regretted their decision to get married, after the way she acted when Carol found out, even if it didn't seem like such a big thing, but to him, It was everything, she was everything.

The next morning, the two departed, starting their journey to the Hilltop, Richard was stood on a watch post.

So he managed to get back after all, Natalia thought to herself.

"I'm sorry." Natalia started, during their walk, she linked her fingers with Daryl's.

"What for?" He asked, looking at her.

"Last night, I was being a bitch. I don't know, I'm just really stressed at the moment, I shouldn't of got shitty with you."

"Nah, you're good." He shook his head. "I get it."

"I love you." She stopped him from walking, cupping his face.

"Love you." He replied, leaning in to give her a quick kiss. "When this is all over, gonna take you on a trip, find a place, somewhere quiet, just me an' you, catch up on all the time we don't get to spend together, show you how much I missed ya, an' your perfect body." He trailed his hand down her back, reaching her ass. "It'll be our honeymoon."

"Then lets hurry up and train those farmers so we can kill those Saviours and their fuckhead of a boss." Natalia smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, reaching on her tip toes to kiss him again. "I want you all to myself, ASAP."

"Yes, Ma'am." He agreed, stepping back, taking a hold of her hand so they could continue their way to Hilltop.

When they had gotten back to the Hilltop, Jesus was confused to see them, considering Rick had told the pair to stay put, and that they would come back for them.

Daryl had explained that they would be more useful here, and so he took it, not like there was anything he could do about it anyway, he was equally threatened by the both of them.

Natalia didn't even know they were going to the Hilltop until he told her the same morning, she was just glad to be far away from the tiger, the last thing she thought she'd ever have to worry about in the apocalypse.

She clued in quicky that Sasha was hiding something, she was making a plan, but every time Natalia asked her about it, or even Jesus, they told her it was nothing and not to worry, Enid wasn't as good of a liar as them, but she had refused to go into detail, telling the woman that she made an oath and that it'd be in her best interest to mind her business.

At night, Maggie had started a barbecue outside of Jesus's home, where they shared their meals.

Natalia decided that she wanted to have some alone time, it always took her a while to process things, considering she preferred to push it away and force herself into something else, but due to the fact that Maggie refused to let either "prisoner" leave Hilltop for their own safety, there wasn't much else to do.

She had found herself at the graves of her two friends, the two friends that Negan had said were brutally murdered because of her actions.

She felt she had been relatively close to each of them, they were family to her, like the annoying brothers she never had.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, she doubted they could hear her, but in case they could in the after life, she wanted to apologise. "I'm sorry for all of it, I thought it was going to be me, I thought he was going to kill me. I wish he did, and not either of you, I'm so sorry, for everything. It's all my fault. If I knew, if I knew he was going to take you guys... I would've never... I wanted him to pick me, if he did, you guys would still be here, the baby... it would.... the baby would have a father, and it doesn't, because of me. I- just... nothing I do is ever going to make up for what happened, I'm so sorry, Glenn, Abraham, I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure he's put down, I swear, I have to, it's what's right, I want to make sure that baby's born in a world where he doesn't exist, I promise. You were both so beautiful, and strong fighters, I never thought I'd be living in a world where neither of you were in it." She thumbed the two darts that were placed on their graves, she could still remember what Abraham had told her when she passed them out.

"Sweetheart, now's not really the time for a game of darts."

The darts from the country club Beth had led them to, on her mission for alcohol, Natalia still felt an ache in her chest every time she thought about the girl, who she had also believed to be dead because of her. Natalia could be reminded a million times by her friends about the times she had saved their lives without thought, yet, that meant nothing to her when she remembered the people that were also gone because of her.

She could feel a presence behind her, it was Maggie.

Natalia went to get up, to leave the woman in peace to be with her husband, but instead, she layed a hand on her shoulder, gesturing for her to sit back down whilst she got comfortable beside her.

"He loved you a lot." Maggie said. "Respected you, as well, even when he was terrified you were gonna kill us all in our sleep."

The corner of Natalia's lip lifted at that.

"He was a good person, one of the best." She replied.

"He was." Maggie nodded, taking a hold of her hand, she had made sure to scrub her hands thoroughly, with her current craving being peanut butter and apples, Daryl had even tested her when she left the trailer, if anyone was on top of Natalia's deadly allergy, it was Daryl.

"Y'know, before Jesus took us here for the first time, Glenn, he... he walked in on me and Daryl by accident." Natalia winced at the memory. "Before we were together, together."

Maggie laughed to herself, it was quiet and short, but it was something.

"I am well aware, he practically begged for my forgiveness at seeing you half naked, before I even knew what happened, claiming that he didn't mean to, he just ran in, didn't realise you'd even be awake." Maggie rolled her eyes with a smile.

"How'd he know Daryl was at my house, then?" Natalia wondered.

Maggie raised a brow as she looked at her.

"Come on, I think you were the last person to know that you and Daryl were gonna end up together, well, 'Cept Rick. We were all waiting on it, everyone knew he had a thing for ya, going back to since Judith was still in Lori, I don't think he realised it till the prison though. Then, of course, it took you ages to wake up and look at him as anything but a friend, I'm surprised you guys tied the knot so quickly." She poked the rings on Natalia's left hand. "Abraham always said he was like a lost puppy without ya, and when you were around, he never let you out of his sight."

Natalia chuckled at this.

"It took me a while, but I'm glad I finally let myself open my eyes, I think he's the best thing that happened to me since this whole shitshow happened, and meeting you, Rick, Glenn, Carol, Carl... and the others, I'm glad I decided to let you people in, you brought me back, all of you, from where I was."

"He told us what happened, when Negan took you to Alexandria, about Sully, I'm sorry."

"Maggie, you're the last person who should be saying that to me, he was my dog, the last remaining thing I had before walkers and war and fighting, and I loved him with every fibre of my being, but he was just a dog, after what I did, what I caused you, it's not even comparable."

"Natalia, it wasn't your fault, none of that was your fault, any of it." Maggie turned the woman to face her. "I heard what you said, if Glenn was here, hell, if even Abraham was here, and heard you say what you said, lets just say it's a good thing they're not. I don't blame you, nobody does, that was all Negan, him and the Saviours, you suffered as well, what he did to you, taking you to the Sanctuary, I don't even want to imagine what you've been through, but anything he said, it was all bullshit, okay, you had nothing to do with his actions, please don't put it all on yourself."

Natalia hugged her tightly, wiping at her eyes, she hadn't even realised she started crying.

"It was Arat. She was the one who shot Sully, right in front of me, even if I'm not the one to kill Negan, I wanna make sure she suffers, she's going to go down with the rest of them, because we're going to win this."

"We will, we have to." Maggie assured. "We're getting stronger everyday, he and the rest of the Saviours are going to burn in hell."

The next morning, Natalia was sat at one of the benches, cleaning the gun Richard had given her, whilst Daryl sat on top of it, whittling.

Cal was on guard duty, when he began hitting metal poles together, causing a loud clanging sound, the pair looked up as Enid ran towards them.

"The Saviours are coming!" He shouted to them. "The Saviours are coming!"

"We have to get Maggie." Enid said when they both got up.

"Where is she?" Daryl asked, as Natalia tucked the gun in her belt, hiding it under her shirt.

"Come on!" She then ran off in the other direction, as they followed.

If the Saviours found them, they were royally fucked, or worse, dead.

They found Maggie as she attempted to lead them into hiding.

"We'll never make it in time." She said.

"Come on!" Enid ran ahead again.

They ran behind a building as the cars entered the gates.

Enid lifted the doors to an underground bunker

"Just stay down there. I'll keep them away." She told the three adults.

"No way!" Natalia told her, as Daryl and Maggie entered. "Not by yourself."

"I'll be fine. They aren't the same ones who came to Alexandria. If they find you, they'll kill you."

"Enid, no!"

"You haven't got time, go." She pressed, closing one of the doors.

Daryl grabbed a hold of Natalia, pulling her into the bunker, when he had spotted them.

Enid locked the door from above.

"She's gonna be fine, she can handle herself well." Maggie assured.

"Yeah, she's also just a kid."

Maggie had moved to the back of the bunker, it's where they kept a lot of their food, moving the shelves out of the way as Daryl kept an eye on the doors, Natalia began pacing, a knife, borrowed from the Kingdom, in her hand in case anyone came down and she had to deal with them.

"Daryl." Maggie whispered. "Nat." She waved them to the back, both followed as Daryl moved the shelf to hide them from view.

The three listened closely for sounds outside, the loud sounds of footsteps catching their attention.

"Hi" The voice of Enid said, in a sickly sweet tone. "Uh, I've got fresh veggies."

"Stop." A man told her. "They're vegetables. Use the whole word. We have time."

Bile rose in Natalia's throat at the way the man was speaking to the teenager.

She hadn't realised she'd moved forward when Daryl looped his fingers in her belt, holding her still, whilst Maggie clamped her hand on the her wrist, of the hand that was holding the knife.

"Uh, okay. I have these vegetables they told me to bring over, uh, and the basket's pretty heavy. For me, I mean. Probably not you. Uh, here. Load them in the truck, and, uh, If you meet me by the garden, I can get you the rest..."

"Stop." He cut her off again. "I don't know who you think I am or who we are. Load them yourself. I'm busy." Then followed the sound of something clattering to the floor.

"Oh. Sorry. I'm sorry." She apologised profusely.

"Girl, pick that shit up right now and scram." His voice then got lower, they could barely hear it. "Don't make me cut it off you, girl."

The door then creaked before light poked in to the dark area.

Daryl moved Natalia to stand behind him, as well as Maggie, ready in case the man found them, which she slightly hoped he did, just so she could kill him for the way he spoke to Enid.

Footsteps came down the steps.

The man walked around, looking at the food before picking up an apple, sniffing it then placing it back in the basket, picking the whole thing up.

He then looked around again, his hand on his gun, Enid's sheath was attached to his belt.

The man approached where they were hiding, taking another box off the shelves.

Daryl went to move out of the hiding place, to go after the man, Natalia grabbed a hold of him, so had Maggie, shaking her head, he was by the door, if Daryl did anything, he could easily catch another Saviours attention.

Eventually, the man grabbed the things he had taken, leaving the bunker and closing the doors again.

Daryl was the first to leave the spot, checking he had actually gone through the slits in the door.

"You were gonna kill that guy." Maggie sighed.

"Too right." Natalia said. "If he wasn't gonna get caught, I wouldn't of stopped him."

"He was gonna find us." Daryl answered for himself.

"He wasn't, and he didn't." Maggie replied.

"He deserved to die." Daryl still hadn't faced either of them, still staring at the door.

Natalia hadn't bothered telling him the conversation she had with Maggie last night, she wanted to keep it just between them.

"Ever since you got here, you haven't said a word to me, Nat has, but you won't." She looked at the other woman, who busied herself with rearranging the stuff the man had touched, wanting to escape from the beginning of their private conversation.

Daryl had barely spoken about his feelings, the line up or even his time at the Sanctuary, it seemed like the only thing he was interested in talking about, was her, she was worried about him, but she was also very aware of his temper, and she had backed up evidence of his frequent habit of disappearing, from her own knowledge and what the others had told her before they met.

"Would you look at me?" Maggie asked him. "Please."

When she heard the familiar sounds of his sniffles, that he was crying, her stomach lurched, she wanted to comfort him, but knew they needed to have this conversation without her interrupting, just like she needed it last night.

"Daryl..." Maggie stepped towards him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I'm sorry."

Natalia chewed her lips as she tried to disappear, she wanted to be anywhere but there.

"It wasn't your fault." Maggie felt like a broken record, with the newly formed Dixons.

"It was."

"No." She said forcefully. "It wasn't. You're one of the good things in this world. That's what Glenn thought. And he would know, 'cause he was one of the good things, too."

Natalia looked at her, and she glanced back, wanting her to hear as well.

"And, uh... I wanted to kill that guy too. I wanted to string them all up and watch them die. But we have to win."

She then approached the man, bringing him into a hug.

"Help me win, both of you." She glanced at Natalia again, who nodded, so had Daryl.

They'd both do anything for Maggie Rhee.

Next

[bozzowl]

reader x Simon with biting :3

Simon X Reader here ya go! :3

You were out in the woods with your friends Simon, Fionna and Cake. You guys kept bugging Simon about his survival skills and where he’d learn to defend himself. He decided to take you guys out camping to teach you all how to start a fire, which plants were safe to eat and basic medical care. He showed you how to properly wrap bandages and tend to minor wounds in case of emergency. Simon would have you help him demonstrate certain techniques. Especially how to wrap the hand and wrist properly with the bandages. He would often blush as he came even close to touching your hand, you even noticed that even after the demonstration his hand would linger on yours before slowly letting go. He really liked you, it was obvious from the way he would stutter. With a fine blush on his cheeks whenever he sat close to you or even looked at you. Fionna and Cake could tell Simon had fallen for you. And they don’t blame him either, you were definitely a catch even if you hadn’t realized it. Whenever Simon would act awkward around you, she’d yell her famous phrase “KISS EACH OTHER!”. This would cause the you to blush as well as he blushed even harder.

One night, everyone sat by the fire on some old logs as Simon told stories of when he used to take care of Marceline after the mushroom war. How he would defend her from mutants and set up camps. He was a great father figure for sure. The way he would smile as he was reminiscing about life before the war would always catch your eye. That damn smile, that’s how he got your attention. And the way he laughed made that soft spot in your heart flutter. You both wanted each other.

Simon couldn’t help but smile at you whenever he saw you. When you two talked, he could barely look away from your eyes. Your eyes were his new heaven. However, when he did manage to look away from your gaze his eyes would drift down to your lips… and then your neck.

You scooted a little closer to Simon as he was talking about the time Finn took him out on an adventure. His eyes locked on you, and you locked onto him. Fionna and Cake exchanged knowing glances, they knew exactly what was on your mind as well as his. Fionna held up her hand, “hey, me and cake are gonna head to our tent”. Cake said with a smirk, “ yeah, you two look like y’all need some alone time…or should I say…. Adventure time!” She winked at you and Simon. They head off to their tent, leaving you alone with Simon.

You both sat there with nothing but the sound of crickets and the soft crackles of the fire. Simon was a little shy at first, looking away for a moment because of what Cake said. He speaks up, “hey… uh… I’ve been thinking about… you and I… and… I really like you.” Your eyes lit up, blushing as he just admitted this to you. You tell him you feel the same way, maybe you’re playing with your hair or the fabric of your jacket. Whatever you do when you’re flustered, he finds it cute. The two of you keep talking about adventures and time spent together for about an hour before Simon checks the time. He looked at his watch, it’s 9:37 pm. He turns to you to say, “maybe we should head him for the night…”. You agree, and as you lift yourself off the log, Simon reached out to you, “wait, would you… like to join me in my tent tonight?”. You look at him with a smile, “oh? Are you sure?”. Simon stood up with you, put the fire out and offered his hand for you, “yes”. You take his hand, then head into his tent. Your tent was your favorite color and stood next to his. Simon pulls you into his tent.

With only a single oil lantern for light, you look him in the eyes. He holds you and you slowly wrap your arms around him as the two of you lock eyes. His eyes sparkling with the reflection of the dim yet warm light. Your heart pounding in your chest, you feel his hand gently caressing your cheek before pulling you into a kiss. Your lips pressed against his as he tilts his head slightly, savoring the moment with closed eyes. His other hand slowly drifting down your back. You feel his chest, you can feel his heart beating. His warmth welcomes you as he pulls you closer. Then he pulls back from the kiss, looking down at your neck, “can I try something?”. You nod, giving him the ok to continue. Simon moves his head over to your neck, you feel his lips grazing your skin before feeling teeth. To your surprise, Simon was the kinky type. Starting out with gentle nibbles and kisses on your neck, leading down to your shoulders and the collar bone. He sucks on your skin, leaving marks on your neck. He bites you, just a little harder than before. Perhaps you gasp, moan a little at the feeling of his mouth on you in such a way. You swiftly bite him in return, the sudden action causing him to gasp… in pleasure. Simon held you as you returned the nibbles and nips on his neck, groaning, “oh YN… *gasps* o-oh… oh my~”. You both take turns marking each other, carefully decorating each other with hickies and teeth marks. Kisses each other deeply, feeling his tongue dancing on yours as he held you close by the waist. You keep kissing each other until breathless. After the passionate embrace you both share, he lays down with you cuddling up beside him. You fall asleep in his arms as he looks at you with a warm smile. As time moves forward, you and Simon continue the relationship and even experiment with other “activities”. That night is often on his mind, even when you’re not around. Always thinking of you, with that damn smile.

[hikennosabo]

trimax vol 11 random thoughts

we're back to 6 chapters in this volume, huh!

i dont know if i'm ready for this, i still feel emotionally caught up in volume 10. but as always, i must press onward.

chapter 1:

CHAPEL JUMPSCARE?!?! WHY DOES THIS VOLUME OPEN WITH A SCENE OF CHAPEL. I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH YOU!!!! GO AWAY!!!!

and we're back to legato!! yay!!! i feel like i haven't seen him in forever!! he's looking a little worse for wear...

HELPPPP HSDKLJFDKLSFJS SHE'S SO MEAN TO HIMMMM

"there's no reason why i shouldn't just kill you" SHE'S SO MEAN!!!!!

it's really such a funny dynamic and i agree that legato is very bullyable but where does this hostility come from, actually? does she view legato as a rival for knives's attention? does she just think he has rancid vibes? it seems kinda one-sided too, legato hasn't expressed the same degree of annoyance regarding elendira... or we haven't really seen what he thinks of her at all, iirc? he just kind of ignores her goading... which honestly makes this dynamic funnier LMAO

and now we cut to--wait, LIVIO CAN DRIVE?! ...actually, now that i think about it, he probably drove chapel around, right? chapel probably couldn't drive in the condition he was in...

WHAT'S WITH THE SWANKY-ASS CAR, THOUGH???

i am happy to see brad again. i am always happy to see brad

^ me when i see brad

vash is clearly so so so tired. he decided to trust livio because he trusts wolfwood who trusted livio, but he's also mad about it. he's still very raw and very angry with livio i think. and also just fed up with this conversation in general lol. he's low on patience.

"at least let me punch him," says brad, after he already did it! livio would take the punch either way, he thinks he deserves to get punched... (ourgh...) but if you're going to ask for permission, do it beforehand!

i've been physically holding myself back from making more ff7 comparisons than i have already, but this is not making it easy. also y'all are literally in a narrative i know this shit is NOT going to work.

knives using his sisters as a shield... again... well, maybe "using" isn't the right word in this case. i actually expected him to destroy the cannon, but his expression... he knew it wouldn't fire.

i'm wondering about the plants' will now... how much self-awareness do they have? is it like, collective? are they more of a hivemind compared to the independents? ummm... hmmm... uuuummmm... i still feel like i don't know enough about plants!!

also does this mean they could have refused to fuse with knives if they didn't want to? not like knives is a stranger to using force, but in the scene where he fused with that first plant, he did ask... ummm... gaahhhh... my soupy brain...

i don't remember who in stampede said non-independent plants don't have free will... but it's an assumption everyone in this world seems to have been operating on...

"it's possible that the plants could rebel against humans. if that's the case, then there's no way humanity could survive." <- yeah no kidding! so you gotta be niceys to them!

chapter 2:

i'm apprehensive about the earth humans arriving, they're gonna make this situation even more complicated...

YOU'D BEST START BELIEVING IN SCIENCE FICTION, NAMELESS RANDO, YOU'RE IN ONE

UUAAAGH MERYL AND MILLY :( one of them (i can't tell who's talking) mentions her family... ARE their families okay?? hmmm... if they were, they'd probably be in this city, right? so i guess not... or maybe the situation is just too chaotic to find them even if they are in the city.

we never learned that much about meryl and milly's families, but i liked what we did get. that bit all those chapters ago, which touched on meryl's feelings about her own family (jeez that was FOREVER ago?!)... i thought it gave an interesting dimension to her.

THE REUNION.. CAN I GET A HUG?? CAN I PLEEEAAAASE GET A HUG??

oh holy shit he is giving MAAAAJOR sephiroth vibes here and i love it. he is beautiful and terrifying. and he's losing his shape... a physical representation of him losing himself...

and the ark itself is giving... something... i don't really know what to make of this grotesque display. it's... a lot.

chapter 3:

actually, what are the earth humans planning on doing exactly. are they gonna gather everyone up and ferry them back to earth? provide resources and technology so they can continue living on noman's land? i mean obviously we have to deal with knives first but what about after that?

OH?! BRAD TO THE RESCUE?! UNEXPECTED BRAD & LIVIO FRIENDSHIP?!

girl me too.

of course she immediately picked up on what really happened, not like brad's lie was any good to begin with...

OH, CUTE!!! what's in vash's coat! a lil figurine... what else does he have. the communicator pen, a swiss army knife, a key, the coin case... and some miscellaneous things...

"to tell you the truth, it wasn't a priority of mine" about the coins... it wasn't a priority of the author either dw

BRAD LIVIO FRIENDSHIP CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE!!!! i love this, brad is trying so hard...!! he's so sweet... this is not a friendship i expected but i'm loving it so much!!!

:( vash crying over marlon's words to him is making me feel a type of way. it's something he needs to hear, but...!! "i don't know what else to do..." asking for help is easier said than done... he doesn't know how. i can relate...

and now we get... a big explosion and...!!!!

YES.... YES!!!!! LEGATO!!!!! MY SWEET (not an adjective that describes him in the slightest) LITTLE (also not an adjective that describes him) BAGWORM HAS FINALLY EMERGED FROM HIS COCOON!!!! i missed you so much honey i can't wait to see what fucked up shit you do next <3

oh also zazie's been cut in half. ehhh they'll be fine.

chapter 4:

oh fuck. this concept has been knocking around in my head for a while, and now it's been confirmed canon... it's never quiet for him anymore...

baby knives!!!!!! :(

someone: "you're nonbinary? but what's in your pants though?" zazie:

okay but jokes aside 1. GROSS!!!, 2. would this have even worked? legato and elendira recognize the danger so maybe it would have, 3. zazie says "we will use your powers for our purposes" which is... what? eliminating the humans, i suppose, and then... what?

huh... wait... is this how his powers worked all along or is this a new thing?? it's a new thing, right??

carve strings?? out of iron?? with what, his bare hands??? and he's moving by... puppeteering... himself?? that's... insane. i'm impressed.

i actually love seeing him up and moving around again, but i guess this means i can't call him a bagworm anymore... initially i called him a jolly rancher (because of his hair color in stampede and also because my friend called him "chewable"), then he changed to bagworm... which i guess was an upgrade since at least bagworms are alive?! i need another weird pet name for him. maybe i should just call him a moth now...

he's sitting like a frog :)

and he's imbuing the bullets with his power...! i see, that's how he defeated that big guy 2 chapters ago! ...and then livio startles him so much he leaves a hole. i'm sobbing.

handsome!!!! also "new hair, new outlook" hits different when it comes from vash, huh?

i am not gonna lie, the coin case has been such a nonentity in this story that i was temporarily VERY confused because i forgot it had come with the other halves already in the case.

also... elendira doesn't get one? why? is it because it's legato's game? so she refused to play... because she hates him...? LOL

and then. a random guy shows up. and gives them the last coin. why. listen nightow i know your initial plan for the coins went out the window and you need to wrap up this plot point now but like. is this REALLY the best you could do? LMAO

chapter 5:

oh boy... so much information here... the sudden reveal of another independent... and what to glean from all this about the relationship between plants and humans on earth... aaahghgh i wanted more information about this but now i have to wrap my head around it!! aaaaghh... my soupy brain...

"our generation was wired with neural blocking programs"... to prevent them from fusing? or is there more to it? hmmm. this is giving like. sci-fi advanced AI vibes. with a program that blocks them from going terminator. except the plants are made of flesh. or something. i'm... not sure how to feel about it, honestly.

i love seeing vash and livio being silly together. lord knows we need what silliness we can get.

vash going to press the switch and livio freaking out about it is SOOO funny BUT meryl DID tell vash that there were no explosives in the coin case. so he could've pressed it!!!

why is he flirting.....

i'm joking but also i'm not. but i think the only way these two would actually kiss is if they were playing a game of gay chicken.

...but come on, "let's kill each other, just the two of us"?? buddy...

also his uh... companion... helper...? is here...? is this the same one that was assisting him when he was a bagworm? ????? i still have no idea what they are or what to make of them.

?!?!?!?! RUDE?????

i mean she IS a bitch but i'm saying that as a COMPLIMENT. a compliment!!! as in "my wife is a bitch and i love her so much"!!! BUT VASH IS BEING RUDE!!!!

uagh, i had to post the full page, this is so lovely. i like seeing vash and livio bond; it looks like vash is warming up and happy that his choice to trust livio is paying off. and livio is trying really hard to live up to that. they both feel the impact wolfwood had on the two of them... it's very sweet.

this exchange is SO funny. just doing some diy with explosive items :)

uhhh, something something humanity's relationship with god!

right, this happened in the final fight in 98. "he cancelled me out..."

oh my god, FINALLY a fucking HUG around here!!!!!

they're sweet. :( also we need more hugs in this manga. EVERYONE needs a hug. what we really need is a big cuddle pile.

so much buildup... i'm scared. chronica turning off her "limiter program"... is this the same thing that prevents plants from fusing or is it something else? what is she gonna try doing?? ughhh, the apprehension is killing me...

chapter 6:

she's so cute... and she's soooo... COOOOL!!!!!

i love elendira, she is really cool and strong and funny, but... we don't really know anything deeper about her. what makes her tick? why is she following knives? are we gonna get a backstory? i wanna know everything about her!! i've wanted to know since her introduction!!!

and of course livio can live through getting impaled so many times. that's NOTHING to him. and his interaction with the kids is cute. and his reunion with jasmine is sweet. not going to say aaaanything about nightow's inconsistent timeline again...

actually no, i lied just now. it would be one thing if he had just... changed his mind midway though the manga and then stuck with it. but he's ACTIVELY going BACK AND FORTH on this. "six years" was LESS THAN 10 CHAPTERS AGO but if it still holds true then jasmine should NOT be this old. these chapters were published WITHIN THE SAME YEAR. RRAAAAAGHHGHGH

*cough* anyway. livio is such a big sweetie... i never disliked him, but my impression of him has changed. in stampede i didn't really know what to think of him. he didn't have a personality, he was just brainwashed. and his manga self was stoic and cool before. which... didn't seem like it was brainwashing, necessarily? i don't know?? maybe it was just an act he was putting on. he went goober mode as soon as the fight was over. perhaps no longer being beholden to EoM allowed him to embrace his inherent silliness. i liked his cool and stoic self but i LOVE his big silly teddy bear self. he's so... uwah. he makes me smile.

now that we're getting closer to the end i'm getting impatient... i feel the urge to just read the rest of it all in one go... but i mustn't... i must show restraint...!!!

[wonderneverlandsystem]

And so the game has begun again. An endless cycle. Limited Life has started, and so it will end. Essentially a summary/explanation of Session 1, in case you can't/don't want to watch all of the pov's, and no this isn't gonna be very organized.

So much has already happened in one session. The Canary Curse has been transferred to Skizz, Scar had the first natural death and has completely gone off the PG-Rating. The universe is toying with their Star, ie. making Scott the first Boogeyman of the season when he refused to kill his Soulbound at the end of last season. Grian, Joel, AND Jimmy, YET AGAIN, chose to live on something extremely flammable, they have yet to learn from their past lives mistakes.

Scott gifted a Pufferfish of Peace to Jimmy once again. Cleo set The Bad Boys' Mansion on fire and it spread throughout the surrounding forest. Bdubs' clock issue has grown. . . . Yeah.... There's no way to make that sound not bad. Scar's processing and reaction time has slowed down even more somehow- There were three Boogeymen this session, Scott, then Bdubs (who both killed poor poor Skizz), and ending off the session with Martyn who killed BigB. Bdubs and Scar (B&S) are looting the server, though not really successful, they did get animals.

Grian never fully escapes the strings tying him back to Scar, they might not be grouped together, but Scar still found and bothered Grian. As for the Moon & Stars... The ties from last season, while loose, have yet to be broken as they too found and ventured together for a bit. Cleo is now a mother to a clock obsessed plant boy and an accident prone salesman, they are now known as The Clockers and live atop Entertainment Mountain/Rock across from The Bad Boys' Mansion. Scar is collecting some odd items, and being insistent that he cares not for wizardry or magic.

Scott and Martyn are living in the middle of a Coral Reef called The Coral Isles, and they call themselves The Coral Kids, I can only imagine how that'll end. BigB spent a good portion of the session mining before Pearl found him, Martyn meeting up with them shortly after and said a rather odd quote about the Moon, even equating it to Pearl. "The moon's high, you might die. That's what they say when Pearl's around." Pearl went off to find the remainder of the people she hadn't met, only to find a cat which she tamed, and BigB again. Pearl has decided to align with him for now, and they decided to go on the move, making jokes about how suspicious BigB is and about 5 am Pearl...

They did end up deciding on living very close to the Mansion and Entertainment Rock though, naming themselves Nosy Neighborsfor now. Then Martyn found them again, the Boogeyman curse taking hold of him and he killed BigB who was rightfully suspicious of Martyn. He did try getting an explosion kill before but... Well it only killed some cows. (P.S. Idk if Martyn does the sound/music for his videos but whoever does it is AMAZING.) Joel was gonna make a place in the ocean with Jimmy before finding out it was already claimed, and Etho was jealous that Joel was going to build a boat with someone else.

Scar's memories about when he was a Boogeyman and that life season are a bit fuzzy, Cleo remembers that life season rather clearly though as she later told Pearl to be cautious of BigB since she's teaming with him, and in the past BigB got the Boogey Curse and killed Cleo who was his Day 1 Buddy. Tango, Impulse, Etho, and Skizz I believe are grouped up, they are T.I.E.S. and they live underground. Despite his kindness Skizz was killed twice and also by a creeper, though he still managed to get full iron (minus helmet ofc) and some diamonds. He will probably be the first Yellow Lofe of the season, hopefully the Canary Curse won't stick with Skizz, with luck (good or bad who knows) it will return to its rightful home. Have fun Jimmy.

[siobhans-dream]

Sneak peek of my notes

( the spiritual shop is real, mark that down at the end of the book.)

Alex is late for summer admissions and will attend university in the fall.

Figure out time travel issues.

Don’t use the 4 treasures. Make up my own treasures to use along the journey back to the otherworld.

Why do I care about Ambrose, why would my readers care about him? Make them care about who he is.

The morrigan (the sisters) are in the book. Not the narrators. They will be called the three crows.

Frost is the headmistress of the college.

Keep Nergal. A demon in the book.

The fire child prophecy stays. Keep Ambrose’s birth story. Seamus says to not make a shoddy ass Irish book. Keep it true to Irish mythology.

Bog bodies must be in the book somewhere.

Make Alex less whiney

Prose, figure out a beat for the book.

Can’t use high elder as the language. I must come up with a different name. As that is Tolkien. I’ll have fae languages.

I need to work on how I write battles.

Ambrose is meant to be a secret antagonist to Alexandra. ( this might change.)

Change name from fire and blood. Already did that.

Make the book less like fanfiction. Make it have some sort of logic. Even if it’s magic. Explain it logically.

No port locks. Call transportation, blipping, they use teleportation to travel like in Harry Potter. Can’t have splintering. It’s from Harry Potter. Be careful with my movie/ book references. It’s copyright.

When they get to the fae realm. Keep that the realm is alive and changes them around. That’s its topsy turvy.

A ball will be had In the book.

Keep Lucifer in.

Read the real Arthur and Merlin stories. Have them be in the book.

Create fae flora and fauna. As a guide book.

Aodh is not the fire child. Alex is. Aodh is a god. Alex is not him. She is like a Jesus Christ figure. Blessed by the gods with powers and what not.

Excalibur is cursed. Not made of Valyrian silver. Find some other name as Valyria is game of thrones. If I use dwarves they must be sensitive to little people. We need giants too.

Be more accurate about the trees and plants in the book.

This is the beginning of the book. How does Alex find out what she is? She finds out she’s a witch at the end of highschool at a party and is granted the ability to go to a secret school for witches. Frost is headmistress of the school. What starts the journey to the otherworld? Keep Alex being an addict. She finds out after an od.

How do you kill the dead? They rise back up. So how do the fomorians die? They will be vampires not zombies so figure out how to kill them. Maybe silver like underworld. Folklore, says silver bullets work.

Keep the cat but make him less like Cheshire. He’s a catśith. A hell cat. Make him eat someone’s soul.

Learn about castles and design one for the otherworld that fits Lilith. Make her less of a rapist and more of a dictator.

No traveling as that’s from the magicians!

The throne room floor and throne is made of bones of dead fae.

The book with have a dictionary or a glossary to indicate how to say words. Like cat-she. Is catśith

The golden castle was melted down.

What does the other world look like? Make it make sense. A forest? That turns into a desert. Look up desertification.

She’s gonna be fat! Like thick fat though. Built. Yeah.

Pinky the cat will be in the book. He’s the narrator, along with Ambrose.

Find a concise theme and find my audience.

End the book with fin

Vampires are in the bayou.

Go back to black water for family, Alexandra they know she’s Fae.

The blackbriar college is known by the residents of the French quarter as a place of complete damnation. The humans do not go there and whisper about the on goings.

Mason is the love interest. Not Bella. When she is introduced she is just a friend. A vampire. Not a witch. She helps Alexandra understand her place among the vampires. She is not masons love interest. Either. She is simply family. His sister. She’s slow to love

Describe black water as two parts of the same town. One is Appalachian delpadated and the other is Appalachian royalty.

They eventually go to the otherworld alex is not king but Alexandra does steal the crown for simply saving the people from Lilith. Lilith is fae queen and is more like a dictator by never seeing her people but knowning they are slaves to her rule. The kingdom is left in ruin after a war but must go on by the hands of another, a royal bloodline crafted ages ago.

the mines and turned the city into a diamond. Over the years it flourished. The town began to be gentrified and a sought after by the government. The money brought in, also brought drugs. Search big gas and big minerals. Delphine helped the city but couldn’t get rid of the drugs. Only the wealthy got richer and the poor got poorer.

The war is in the otherworld. Not in the real world. The witches and the humans and all the other creatures. Are completely fine. Although the fae have returned to home. Alexandra takes over the mine and lives in the empty home left.

Make another town like 40 minutes away that’s a major city and has normal people.

Lillian was selling drugs outside of black water.

Milk of the morrigan? Hm? It can resurrect one from the dead. A potion.

The next chapter is Cornelius based. He is around e masons place and meets the sister. Bea gets introduced as Bella Mason. After the death and funeral of the mother. The old ones are going to come collect. The debts are vampire debts. It is going to be a large sum of money. Bea runs through money even more than as a human. She’s at her brothers neck trying to get him to help her make up the difference. Otherwise it could be dire.

They are poor. He’s 22 but really like 65. Has fake papers to appear older and younger. Bea is about a 106, changed at 17 years old.

[isabelguerra]

okay as for the wizards: yes, nerdjock johnny is so canon. i've mentioned this before but sometime around 3rd/4th year Ollie, Johnny, and Isabel start doing study groups together, since theyre in the same house and can do homework together late at night without sneaking out. which doesnt mean they never sneak out to see their own friends, but it's more convenient. sometime around 4th/5th year this becomes commonplace, and isabel&johnny start doing it together regularly when they get back from quidditch practice.

wizard johnny is one of the best duelists in their year. it's where his offensive experience comes through best- hes got quick reaction time, he's relentless, he loves feeling like/being the best and the strongest and the roughest toughest buffest kid in school. freak. i dont remember if dueling is its own class- i think it's part of DatDA? regardless, he's really good at it. aside from that I think he would be really good at Charms, especially jinxes and hexes that are good for prank pulling and troublemaking. ESPECIALLY since AU johnny grew up in the human world- can you imagine being an elementary schooler taking math every day and then you never have to take math again. instead you get to learn to fly on a broom and turn peoples hair blue. hed go nuts.

i think the subjects he'd suck at are herbology, divination, and care for magical creatures. 1) plants are too flammable 2) futures too metaphorical 3) he keeps picking fights with anything that looks at him funny. but he goes to class early (to catch 1st years for mugging and still be on time) and writes his wizard essays (with help from the haunted knights helmet under his bed) and only sometimes lights the library on fire (sorry stephen yes he'll make it up t'him by helpin 'im look for the giant squid) and thrashing almost everyone during dueling lessons (shut up guerra). and during their study sessions he'll bitch and groan and make a fuss but at the end of the day you think hes gonna let someone be the reason HE gets a bad grade? HELL no. guerra better sit her ass down if she knows whats good for her 'oooooh she had to stay late and talk with coach oop blah blah' yeah and hes already got a head start cause'a it an hes not gonna waste time catchin her up. <- he says that while gathering up every page of notes hes taken so far and shoving them into her arms. and then makes a big show of wanting something to drink so he makes tea. and wouldnt you know it, he """""accidentally""""" made enough for two. by the time he gets back, isabel's caught up and he's got a spare cup of tea that she better not let go cold. but if she does he can warm it back up so just let him know ok he'll do it

rereading paranatural (again) and johnny claims to deeply value his education (chap 1 page 36). i kinda feel like it's a joke in that it's not a joke and i want to know your thoughts and opinions. on everything ever but mostly that panel on that page :3 you can make this about the wizjo au if you want

ohhhhh i LOVE this question. and that line. thats actually one of the lines i've filed away under 'key characterization insight'

it would be REALLY funny for johnny to have meant that 100% seriously. he's serious about his bad guy status, hes serious about his workout routine that includes LARPing, hes serious about beating on nerds for income. and johnny putting that same weight into his classes is really funny. yeah to answer your question i am a firm believer in johnny 'secret nerd' jhonny. thats like, best johnny imo.

johnny Deeply Values His Education jhonny wakes up early so he can ambush unsuspecting nerds without being late to class. johnny Deeply Values His Education jhonny watches chemistry videos in his spare time to learn how to blow things up. johnny Deeply Values His Education jhonny CANNOT skip because what if they learn something that is deeply integral to his future as top dog and hes NOT THERE?

and like i don't think that means he'd be good at it. i think hes probably shit at it. too much of a free thinker and the public school system isnt friendly to that. i think i described it best in my Johnny Becomes An English Major After Sharing A Brain With Forge post:

basically i love nerdjock johnny. thoughts are: Fuck Yes and opinion is: It Rules.

[dying-acc-idk-man]

Okay it's me, the "au masterpost" anon. Copy and pasting cause the info on google docs and connected to my personal email so uhh here it is:

- Characters -

Scar: avid adventurer. looking for Grian, one of the most well-known and mysterious adventurers who just… retired one day. wants to get advice about adventuring and combat. does not know Grian is flower folk.

Grian: runs a flower shop, used to be a formidable adventurer (see further notes below). has a minor rivalry with a gardening store across the street. Collabs with the coffee shop for limited drinks

Mumbo: grian's coworker who's very entertained by the scar antics and occasionally teases him about it. often seen with a broom and dustpan as grian “sheds” so much 

Bdubs: runs a coffee shop, mainly works as a barista rather than a manager as he’s short staffed. knows all the great gossip in town although he rarely gossips himself. dislikes Scar as he holds up the line when venting about his crush on the flower boy. Collabs with the flower shop for limited drinks.

Cub: Scar’s traveling buddy, was the one who found out what town Grian retired to.

Pearl: a witch who runs a crystal/herb shop. nobody knows where she came from. one day her shop was just there. nobody questioned it.

Cleo: runs a small pawn/thrift shop with Joe. was a pirate before she drowned. Joe brought her back against both their wills and now she’s his problem

Joe: former sorcerer who quit after he was forced to resurrect a dead pirate so some people could question her. the two ran away and now run a small pawn/thrift shop together

Doc: runs a small gardening/produce shop across the street from Grian. also a retired adventurer, lost his arm and half his face after winning a duel he was supposed to lose.

Ren: works at the gardening/produce shop. werewolf, just becomes a big dog when he turns.

Impulse: helps run the village inn when he’s not trying to keep his cousins out of trouble. dwarf who's the go-to when it comes to knowledge about different species of people. usually busy running the front desk and does all the heavy lifting.

Zedaph (satyr) & Tango (fireborn): Impulse’s cousins. help around the inn occasionally, but are often on long adventures out of town

Gem: satyr who owns the village inn. Zedaph’s sister and Impulse’s cousin. usually busy with housekeeping.

- Grian flower notes -

When sick: flowers closed off and in a budding state/wilted

When scared: thorns starts to surround and wrap around him- does hurt

When flustered/happy: large growths of red flowers that tend to fall off easily

When upset: blue flowers grow when sad, small violet clusters when anxious, and large orange flowers when angry

Additional skills before retirement: plants helped him sense others around (it only works when he’s in like an area where plants are naturally made like forests and such), his flowers would also attract his victims and prey, from how pretty they are, leaving a trail, or even the smell (same smell every time).

Ideal date: walk around in places with pretty structures or land

Weakness: fire

- Event notes -

Flower crowns

Scar injuring himself to get rare flowers

Scar vents to Bdubs, Grian vents to Bdubs, Bdubs sits back and enjoys the show

Scar learns the backstories of some of the village folk

Cub, Bdubs, and Mumbo make a “these two are super clueless and keep venting to us” club. Cub is the only chill one there.

-

(Essentially, scar and cub would stay in the inn, and through a series of events Scar would learn about the the shopfolk and a not-so-slow burn romance would happen between him and Grian (the slow burn is becuase they take so long to actually confess)

will I ever get the motivation to write this? i have no clue. am i gonna share it anyways? yes. yes i am.

Also 90% of this stuff I actually got combing through the au tag so props to the other askers who helped this au actually happen

AAAAAA WOW YOU GOT MAJORITY OF IT YEAH AND I LIKE THE ONES YOU HAVE IN MIND FOR THE OTHERS HAAAHHA

i should make a full masterpost too at this point but I'll have to link it to my pinned post currently, unless im insane enough to make a separate blog of it (which i most likely wont because im too stupid to fully come up w a lot of things //slap, unless you guys rly want AHAHA)

though this is rad yes thank you my small brain wouldn't comprehend

[pandapillow]

Prompt: "You got me flowers?"

“You got me flowers?”

He takes the flowers, closely examining them.

After what felt like hours, he looks at you and says…

“The stems are five centimeters past the appropriate gifting length, you’re supposed to give yellow flowers on Thursdays during sunsets, and you didn’t use a bow to hold them together.”

He smiles softly

“But I don’t think you’re well versed in the art of flower gifting, so I’ll let it pass for now.”

He then walks away

His lil heels going Click Click Clack Click  

He turns the flowers to pressed flower bookmarks once they start to wilt

“You got me flowers?

MUNCH

CRUNCH CRUNCH

CHOMP CHOMP

He eats them

He turns to you and looks like you just offended his entire bloodline

“They don’t taste that good-”

Then it hits him

YOU TRICKED HIM

THESE FLOWERS ARE REAL AND NOT MEAT ELEGANTLY ARRANGED TO LOOK LIKE FLOWERS

YOU MONSTER

He gets up and stomps away like a lil toddler not getting their sugary abominations 

“You got me flowers?”

His eyes sparkle

For a moment you think you can see pure joy on his face, but if you look closer…

His eyes suddenly turned into the money symbol

“OF COURSE! EDIBLE FLOWERS WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT!”

He takes your hands in his

“I thank you for your contribution to the Monstro Lounge.”

He then happily walks away, giggling to himself as he eats the flowers like they’re chips

“You got me flowers?”

JUMPS for joy

“THANK YOU SO MUCH!”

He takes the flowers and keeps jumping around, somehow going higher and higher with each bounce

“THEY’RE SO PRETTY AND SMELL SO NICE OH I HAVE A GREAT IDEA! I’M GONNA GET YOU FLOWERS TOO YEAH THAT’S A GREAT IDEA WOW I’M SO EXCITED-”

Congratulations

Kalim has gone and become the sun we all know he is

Jumped so high he broke through all 7 atmospheres 

Queen of Heartsphere, King of Beastsphere, Sea Witchere, Sorcerer of the Sandsphere, Fairest Queenere, King of Deadere, and Noble Fairyre obviously

Hope y’all remember learning that in school /j

Anyways better go run and hide cause Jamil is not happy

“You got me flowers?”

He recognized the flowers you got him immediately 

“These are the Fairest Queen’s favorite flowers…”

His fingers gracefully trace the petals of the flowers

Holding them closer he smiles at you

“It seems like you’ve been paying attention in History Class.”

“Not only did she grow them in her garden, but they’re also poisonous when mixed with apple juice.”

“Since you so kindly gave me these, I will personally gift you some Snow White flowers.”

“They pair well with the flowers you got me, and of course, we will have a photoshoot afterwards.”

“You got me flowers?”

He stares at them

And stares

And stares

And stares

Then finally looks up and says

“They will die.”

And no he’s not threatening you

“Please take them back. There is no sun in my room, the only “water” I have is soda, and I heard that plants have feelings so I don’t think it will appreciate my trash talking.” 

“Instant K.O bro.”

I- I don’t know how he talks or, uh, gamer lingo pon

You turn the flowers slightly to the left and he lights up immediately

“IT LOOKS LIKE A CAT!”

You receive many texts for the next 2 weeks and pictures of the flowers, which he happily named Flowey, and often ask him how Flowey is doing

And oh dear, now you’re attending a funeral

Poor Flowey didn’t last long huh

Pat Idia on the back for me 

“You got me flowers?”

“Child of Man.”

Awee Malleus looks so happy~

Isn’t he precious?~

He cradles the flowers too

Definitely walking- teleporting??? Away with a big ol’ smile on his face

He ends up asking Lilia what flowers he should give you and Lilia JOKINGLY suggests gifting you some FIRE FLOWERS??

EXCUSE ME?

WHY DO THOSE EXIST?

FIRE AND PLANTS DON’T WORK WELL TOGETHER???

AHEM- Anyways, the flowers are pretty cool

Sure you had to get a fire resistant vase, remove all flammable objects near it, and make sure it gets its daily dose of peas weird I know

But they were a gift so you might as well treasure them till they day it dies OH SHIIIII- THE TABLE IS ON FIRE NOOOOOOOOOO

[tainted-wine]

The Spring Bird Survival Guide

Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

(So many of you have asked for a part two of my rutting Hawks fic. I gave in! I have no idea how this holds up compared to the first, but I hope you enjoy!)

Read Part 1 if you haven’t! This takes place directly after those events!

Words: 10k (WHOOPS)

Warnings: None, except for an absurd amount of scene transitions that hopefully don’t get too confusing.

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Tuesday

The chorus of songbirds can be heard right outside of Hawks’s window, their small shapes dashing past and making the peeking sunlight flicker across the bedroom. It sounds like it’s gonna be a beautiful day. He’d be elated, if he wasn’t feeling so ill already.

The fever and itch were coming back, like a hot rash that he couldn’t scratch because it was inside of him. He was really hoping to never feel such a hellish sensation ever again.

He slowly peeled the thick sheets off, making sure not to disturb his bedmate as he sat up. There’s no way the quirk’s effects were returning, is there? Last night, the feeling had only gotten weaker with every passing hour. Now it has returned, not in full force, but once again difficult to ignore. He peered over his shoulder to check on his guest.

You were still sound asleep, worn body supported by pillows all over as if you were in danger of falling apart. While Hawks was healing that night, your aches had only gotten worse. He at least managed to convince you that you were in no condition to drive back home and the safer choice was to stay at his place. You were still wearing the clothes he gave you, while he himself donned only a cozy pair of pants. Such a shame that you didn’t take kindly to his request to sleep nude together. Seriously, what was even the issue? He’s already seen every inch of your body, and in every angle possible.

Every hot, sweaty, mouthwatering angle possible.

The internal fire suddenly rushed to his groin, making him slap a hand over his mouth to muffle a groan. He shouldn’t be around you in this state; might as well get up early and prepare for work.

The moment he was on his feet and stretching, a buzz was heard on the nightstand. Your phone vibrated against the smooth wood as it lit up and revealed the caller’s name.

Ah, the good ol’ deputy.

What that nagging old man wanted was between him and you. It wasn’t Hawks’s right to force himself between whatever matters the two of you had to discuss.

Those facts aren’t going to stop his nosy ass, however.

The phone was snatched from the stand without a second thought, the hero walking out of the room as quickly and quietly as possible before answering. “Mornin’, sir,” Hawks greeted. You were the only ‘superior’ he could toy with; any unruly behavior around the actual important people came with a high risk of punishment. Taking his frustrations out on you has been a blast, but after the bind you freed him from yesterday…

“Hawks? May I ask what you’re doing with your handler’s phone?” The deputy questioned.

‘I completely wrecked her last night. The poor lady didn’t survive.’ He considered the joke for a second, but decided that the stuffy bastard wouldn’t appreciate it. “She’s still snoozing. Yesterday was pretty rough on her. I think she deserves a little slack.”

“That’s not for you to decide,” he said sternly, like he was offended that Hawks dared to make a suggestion. Hell, he probably was. “Well, since you’re here, I suppose I can ask you directly. How are you feeling? Has the quirk worn off?”

His wings flapped and fanned himself. “Oh, so much better, sir! You guys have the best solutions to everything, don’t you? Never doubted you for a second.” Truthfully, if his moral compass was more stable, he’d say that offering an unsuspecting woman to him like some maiden sacrifice was just a little twisted. He can’t help but wonder if he would have refused if he was thinking straight at the time.

“Very good. So you are not feeling any lingering effects? Do your usual rutting symptoms feel stronger at all?”

“Eh…” Hawks hesitated. Should he bother trying to hide it? If there’s anything he’s learned from his mentally taxing undercover work, it’s that half-truths are often the best answer. “Feels like it’s still floating around in me, but nothing to worry about. It won’t be getting in the way of my work.”

“That’s great to hear. We don’t want you hurting your image with any more of your brutish displays in public. Please keep those special traits to yourself.”

That made his lip twitch. It really shouldn’t bother him. The Commission has always expressed their distaste for his more animalistic habits, but fuck, would it kill them to at least show some pity when it’s his very own instincts that are causing his suffering? “You got it, sir.” His calm response didn’t betray his irritation.

“And if you do start having issues, then I recommend that you turn to your handler again. In fact, I was calling to inform her that we have found a more competent individual to replace her.”

Oh. That’s…ouch.

“Really? I kinda like her,” Hawks admitted. It’s pretty awkward to be discussing your possible termination on your phone during a call that was meant for you.

The deputy gave a dry laugh. “Of course you do. She has absolute zero control over you. I was hoping you were mature and disciplined enough to not take advantage of her inexperience, but I suppose I was expecting too much of you.”

Yeah, he kinda was, honestly. No argument there. “So sorry, sir. I won’t let it happen again.” Maybe.

“You better make sure of it. As I was saying, we’ll keep her around in case you are in need of more relief. Once your hormones have stabilized, I will give her the news and you will be rid of her.”

Hawks actually snorted from just how fucked up that plan was.

The cruel man ignored the sound and went on. “Can I trust you to stay quiet about this? I’d rather not have to deal with any constant badgering for however long this goes on.”

‘Totally! There’s no need for her to know that she’s only being kept around to be my fucktoy and then get fired immediately afterwards.’ Man, what an organization that he works for. Too bad they have him whipped and incapable of defying them. “Your secret’s safe with me, sir.”

“Good. Well, this call didn’t go as planned, but it was satisfying enough. I’m expecting you to remain in top condition during your duties. Do not disappoint us.” He hung up without waiting for Hawks’s response.

The winged man didn’t even notice the perspiration quickly coating his body until the phone nearly slipped out of his slick hands. As he returned to his room and placed your device back where it was, he couldn’t help but watch your sleeping form.

You were always cute, he’s not gonna lie about that. Finding new ways to embarrass you on the job became a new type of thrill for him. Your blushful glares never got old.

But he never thought that he’d see you like this, or the state that you were in yesterday. His mind was barely there as he was shrouded in that prankster of a villain’s quirk, but he could still feel you all over his extra sensitive feathers. He was practically drowning in you at the time.

The smell of your arousal. The taste of the glaze on your pussy. The sweet songs of pleasure. The look of overwhelming bliss on your face.

Your soft skin, and your hot wet opening that he wanted to invade over and over again…

“Keigo?”

He doesn’t know when you woke up, or when the hell he crawled into the bed with his face so close to yours that he could feel your breath. “Uh…”

“Are you alright? You’re looking feverish again. And…” You looked down in concern, and Hawks followed your gaze to see the full erection that totally snuck up on him.

“Whoa! Sorry about that! Little guy doesn’t know when to quit.” Hawks scooted away, trying and failing to hide the tent in his pants.

You attempted to sit up, only to wince and settle back down. “Dammit, I can’t believe how much I’m hurting from yesterday. This is embarrassing.” You groaned and snuggled up to the many pillows.

He couldn’t resist planting a kiss on your forehead, ignoring how the brief contact made his hardness twitch. “Sorry, angel. Really wish I wasn’t such an animal back there. Just stay still; I’ll get you some fresh water for your painkillers.”

You look like you wanted to say something, but decided on closing your eyes and trying to relax instead. “Thanks.”

He was already rushing out of the room, heading into the kitchen to fill the empty glass while considering dowsing himself in the cold tap water.

Why, why the fuck was it coming back? Just looking at you was making his vision foggy again. It can’t be his rut; it never made him this excited before. He didn’t have the courage to return to the bed, alternatively placing the cup onto a hardened feather and floating it back to you. He stayed where he was, leaning against the sink and wiping at his face. The heat remained at a manageable level as long as he kept his distance from you, but he wanted to stay close. He had to stay close and protect the woman he was now mated to.

Wait, what?

“Keigo?” He heard you call out and was pulled from his confusing thoughts. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Hawks gave a laugh that didn’t sound all that convincing to his own ears. “Bad news, babe. I think I’m still a horny bird,” he confessed.

There was a pause. Maybe you had taken a sip. “I don’t know if they told you, but when the deputy explained your…situation, he said that the symptoms of your rut will probably be amplified until it’s over.”

Ah, the old man did mention that over the phone. He only had about a week of his yearly phase left, but if this all means intensified aggression and arousal, not to mention the attachment to the lady he just banged for several hours…

This was going to be a very difficult week.

“Babe?” He said just loud enough for you to hear.

“Yes?”

“…I really fucked up by not taking my meds, didn’t I?”

He didn’t exactly hear your sigh, but it was still felt through his wings. “I’m afraid you did.”

Yeah, this was all his fault. This bullshit would only be half as painful if he was still taking his stupid hormone medication like he has been for years. Not only do these unrestrained imbalances feel foreign to his body, but Libido’s quirk practically put them on steroids.

The medicine’s side effects don’t sound all that bad anymore.

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Hawks had already eaten a slice of leftover pizza by the time you finally mustered up the strength to get up. The feel of your entire lower body cramping made you whimper and stumble.

He was already scrambling back in to catch you and hold you up, his high body temperature startling you. “Thank you,” you said wearily.

He froze for a second before jumping back, the sudden loss of support almost making you fall anyway. He wordlessly strutted over to his wardrobe, withdrawing a fresh pair of underwear. 

You looked away when the pants were pulled down and his hardness sprang free. He’s not just going to ignore that, is he?

“Keigo, do you need to…do this…again?” You asked, tuning out the throb of your muscles.

He chuckled as he began to dress himself . “You are not up for more sex, baby. Don’t even act like it when you can barely stand.”

You huffed. “You’re getting really hot again and you shouldn’t go out feeling like th—”

“Nope.” His boner is covered again, somewhat. He stares at the obvious protrusion before shrugging and retrieving his hero outfit.

Even with your aches, you had the grit to push on. “As long as you go slow, I can probably handle it.”

“Mmmm, can’t promise that,” he murmured while momentarily detaching his wings in order to squeeze into his tight black shirt. “The second I’m inside you, I might lose control and shatter your pelvis.”

That’s horrifying, but… “I trust you.”

“I don’t trust me.”

“Keigo…”

“And don’t get too attached to that name, dove. Can’t have it slipping out in public.”

“I wouldn’t do that. I’m not stupid.”

“Could’ve fooled me, since you’ve offered me your tender pussy twice already. Do you want me to pound you into mush?”

“Language, Hawks!” You strictly reminded him, undeterred by your wobbly legs as you tried to remind him who was in charge.

Hawks shot you a look, his face crinkled into furrowed eyebrows and a crooked grin, a look that screamed ‘Seriously?’

“Listen, ma’am, wood happens. I’ve dealt with it plenty of times like any other guy, so I’m telling you that I don’t need to bang to get rid of this.” He pulled up his tan loose pants, the bulge not as obvious, but still visible. “But if you really insist on ordering me to fuck you silly, be my guest.”

You weren’t exactly going to do that, it’s just that Hawks was acting so unfazed by his strong arousal, but his body was very clearly telling a different story. His breathing was heavier than necessary, and every time after he made eye contact with you, it’s like he had to spend a minute to compose himself. However, if he’s confident that he can endure…

“Fine,” you sighed, watching him suit up with more interest than you cared to admit. You hobbled on out and into the kitchen.

“Need help, granny?” You heard him offer. “I can fly you to your place if your legs still aren’t working.”

“I’m fine,” you grumbled in annoyance at both him and your uncooperative limbs. The fridge was yanked open and you frowned at its contents. The pizza and chicken wings were the only real food he had, the rest being sugary snacks or microwave meals. Looks like ‘keeping a healthy diet’ will have to be added to your Hawks Maintenance list.

The flaps of wings were heard behind you as Hawks headed for the door, fully geared up and ready for hero work. “Welp, you’re a big girl that can handle yourself. Drive safely, babe. Can’t wait to hear what you have to nag me about at the office.”

“Hmph,” you gave a smirk of your own when you turned away from the humming microwave. “Probably about the next mistake you make for all of the internet to see.”

He waved dismissively and opened the door, the morning sun illuminating him with an enchanting glow. “Come on, have some faith in me. I’ll be careful.”

Crimson wings spread as he steps outside, but the door closes before you can watch him take off.

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Buzzfood.com

HAWKS SPORTS STIFFY ON THE JOB

Written by Yuki Burushito

Now, I know that I’ve been posting enough Hawks-related articles to last a year, but can you blame me with all the weird behavior he’s been exhibiting this month? You probably think that I have a boner for the guy, but let me tell you this: one of us has a boner, and it isn’t me.

Everyone’s favorite hawk was hiding a woodpecker in his pants today. The best part is that it apparently lasted hours, given that it was mentioned in several incidents throughout the day, but the clearest example was when he subdued a mugger at noon, which was filmed by a bystander and is already making the rounds across the web.

Yet another extreme apprehension from Hawks—though it doesn’t top the beating he gave to that frisky peacock—I sure didn’t expect the fast-working hero to swoop down on a fleeing thief and slam him into the ground. I’m certain that a few feathers would have done the job just fine. When the pinned mugger felt Hawks Jr. poking at his back, he lifted his busted face off the ground and screamed, “Is this shit turning you on?!”

While everyone is currently having a field day with that meme-able clip, the answer is most likely no. Hawks was hard before the mugging occurred. Since I’ll probably be writing about him again by...I don’t know, tomorrow, I’ll cut to the chase. You have probably heard the theories that Hawks is experiencing some sort of rut. 

Well, it’s time for me to come out and say that I fully support those theories. “But Mr. Burushito!” I hear you say. “If this is something as regular as a rut, how come he’s never acted this wild before?” My answer to that is: I have no idea. He’s still a rather young man; maybe whatever sexual cycles his body possesses have only started appearing recently.

Honestly, you can never be sure with mutant types. Their bodies never make any damn sense.

“I take offense to that last sentence.”

You didn’t react to Hawks’s comment as you both read the article on your phones. After seeing multiple images of ‘Hard Hawks’, as he’s been nicknamed, taken by several random civilians and shared on their social media accounts, you knew it was only a matter of time before these petty news sites decided to take a bite out of the fresh meat.

Maybe this was your fault for trusting the hormonal bird that was currently seated in front of you while you stood across his desk. The only reason you aren’t scolding him right now is because he already looks so damn miserable. He had removed his protective headphones and visor right after finishing his patrols. A desk fan was turned to its highest setting, blowing directly into the hero’s sweaty face as he tried his hardest to focus on the small screen in his hands. He hasn’t looked at you since you’ve entered the office, but distressed or not, there was a certain matter you had to discuss.

“The deputy apparently called me this morning,” you started, ready to see how he reacts.

You notice him tense for just a second as he continues to scroll through whatever it is he’s looking at.

“It says that I had taken the call, but I sure don’t remember that. What I do remember is that you were awake before me.” Your hands were on your hips, waiting for Hawks to answer to your unspoken accusation. “Well?”

He still stared down at his phone, but it didn’t seem like he was actually looking at anything, his mind elsewhere. “Yeah yeah, I talked to him,” he admitted groggily.

You’re more angered by the fact that the deputy never bothered to call you back, leaving you in the dark from whatever he and Hawks had discussed. “So, what did you two talk about? You know, during my call that was meant for me?”

Hawks finally laid his glassy eyes on you. The energy surrounding him was drastically different from this morning and it made you just a tad anxious. Your body truly didn’t feel up to it when you offered him more sex this morning, but you knew it would be better than him reverting to another delirious state. “In a nutshell, he wants us to keep fucking until I’m better.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “What? He didn’t think it was important to tell me about this?”

He leaned far back into his chair and smiled, beads of sweat trickling down his neck. “Guess not. But hey, you’re doing your job anyway, already serving yourself to me the minute you see a hard-on.”

You glared, considering storming out of the room and calling that asshole immediately. “I don’t appreciate him expecting me to be your personal whore.”

“I know, I know. He’s a real douche, isn’t he? How about we both blow off some steam?” He was already scooting out of his chair and making his way around the desk. “I’m just making one mistake after another. Shoulda just said yes to you this morning. Never pays to be a nice guy, does it?” His voice was sounding rougher with each word, like his throat was changing into a sandpaper tube as he stopped right in front of you.

You trembled, making the mistake of looking down and spotting the erection that was very much still present.

For the sake of your still-burning body, you might need some time to mentally prepare for this. “Alright…but before we leave, just let me—”

“Leave?” Two hands clasped onto your shoulders hard, holding you in place. The raptorial eyes held yours captive, stirring up a heat within you despite your unease. “We’re doing this right here, right now.”

“Wha-I-but-” Your stutters were ignored as he turned you to the desk and bent you over, your back muscles screaming in protest. All of his weight was pressing into you, his deprived cock pushing against your ass.

“And everyone’s already left for tonight, so it’s just you and me.” He’s eagerly yanking your pants down then does the same for his own. 

His fingers wasted no time in groping your sex, the swipes against your folds triggering a steady flow of slick arousal. There should be no one else in the building at this time, but your paranoia still makes you clap a hand over your mouth as you gasp from his sinful touches.

“Mmm, already getting wet for me?” He cooed behind you, his breath feeling like heat emanating from an open flame. “My brave little hen, willing to take as many poundings as she can.”

That’s a pet name you haven’t heard before. Teeth scrape across the space between your neck and shoulder while the head of his cock lubricates itself along your fleshy petals. When he pierces you with a strong jab of his hips, the light nips on your skin become a full-on bite, muffling his own cry. For you, however, the sharp sensation of being filled so suddenly combined with the pain of his teeth pinching into the crook of your neck had you wailing through your hand.

He was already setting a quick pace, giving your bitten area a few apologetic licks before leaning back to properly grip your hips and plow you. Your entire body was rocked forward with each impact, the harsh stroking of your inner walls bringing forth a raw pleasure that you admittedly missed.

But that wasn’t enough to ignore the resurging aches all over you. Your sensitive ass cheeks have become very familiar with slapping against his abdomen, every pleasurable collision also shooting pain up your lower back, and his probing dick was showing no mercy to your delicate insides.

“Haw—ah, Hawks! You need…you need to slow down!” You quavered.

The only response was a series of savage pants and growls as his violent movements continued, informing you that all of his sense and reasoning has disappeared once again. You remember the warning he gave you this morning, and fear that his quip about breaking your pelvis may have been more than just a joke.

You try to twist yourself just enough to see his face and speak to him more directly, but a hand on your back shoves you hard onto the desk, leaving your breasts and belly to scrape against the wooden surface. At least you weren’t fully stripped for this.

How the hell did this happen so fast? He was speaking just a minute ago! Do the after-effects of Libido’s quirk ruin Hawks’s mind that quickly the second his dick touches a pussy?

A moan was being ripped from your throat with every thrust as he upped the speed and force. He was showing no signs of stopping, and your thighs were beginning to cramp. The mixture of colorful pleasure and throbbing pains was making every inch of you shake. His fierce sounds were becoming distant—even with your legs on the verge of giving out and your back muscles crying, you welcomed the fog of bliss that was ready to carry you away.

Your poor legs finally crumpled like frail sticks, only for the frustrated animal behind you to lift your hips up until your entire body was on the desk, arms now dangling over the edge. There was only enough time to reposition your numbed limbs into a low doggy position before Hawks was climbing onto the desk himself, crouching over you and wasting no time in continuing his pummeling.

“Haw…ah…nngh…” Your feeble attempt to speak was quickly squandered. The new angle allowed him to easily strike your more sensitive spots, making your moans even louder. The desk jolted with each powerful jerk of his hips, the feral hero’s wings extending and flapping in sync with his thrusts, papers flying off the desk from the gusts of wind. Through all of the soreness and delightful trembles, you wondered what the current scene looked like to a spectator—the sight of this delirious bird beast, sounding a loud lustful tune of primal urges and carnal desires as he hysterically claimed you.

Your eyes roll back as the hot ripples in your core grow into pulsating waves, Hawks’s unwavering strokes prolonging the intoxicating climax as you quiver under him. You thought you heard a sound from the staggering desk—a snap—but your mind was too far gone at the moment to care.

Hawks tried desperately to keep pumping through your tightening walls, but your delicious grasp on him was draining his stamina. You were gripping the edge of his workspace for dear life, the orgasmic throbs still wracking your body as he rabbit fucked you, ready to fill your womb with the load that has been prepared since morning…

It all happened in slow motion...the sound of wood and metal breaking, the weightless feeling of falling...you had registered it all just a second too late. Your abused body dropped with the collapsing desk, Hawks’s weight crashing down on top of you while papers slowly floated toward the floor. Both of you laid there in agony, the chair somehow falling over and onto Hawks for added insult. A few groaned words revealed that the winged man was fully aware again.

“Augh, fuck…my balls.”

—————

Wednesday

“Here’s all of the completed paperwork, Hawks sir!”

Hawks beamed at the intern entering his office with a stack of papers. “Ah, thanks, Springer! You’re a real lifesaver, ya know that?”

The aspiring ‘Bouncing Hero’ hopped excitedly on his peculiar coiled legs as he handed over the documents. “Thank you, sir! I’m always here whenever I am needed.” He bowed respectfully. “Although, I just…forgive me for feeling the need to remind you, but please do not forget that I took this internship to do hero work, not to sort and fill papers.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget,” Hawks assured him, taking the cursed heap of papers. You were usually the one that he shoves all of his office-related tasks on, but whenever you were preoccupied, he would pass the burden onto a trainee that was too starry-eyed to acknowledge that they were being used. Yes, he feels a little bad, but his hatred of reading endless forms was too strong for him to care much. “I gotta test your patience and comprehension first, then I’ll be taking you out into the field with me. You’re doing great!” He bullshitted with a smile.

Springer perked up at the words. “Of course! I’ll keep doing my best!” His eyes kept drifting to the large empty space in the room. “Sir, what happened to your desk?”

Hawks looked over at the open spot, feigning surprise as if noticing it for the first time. “Oh, right. I banged my handler on it ’til it broke.”

“…”

“…”

The teen searched the man’s eyes for several long seconds, looking for something, before bursting into boisterous laughter. Hawks joined in with his own chuckles.

“You’re very funny, sir! But I don’t think she would appreciate such a joke. Whatever happened, I hope you get a replacement soon!” He bowed again before walking—well, more like skipping out of the room.

Hawks’s smile didn’t fade when he was alone again, wondering where to place the heavy stack in his hands.

Sometimes the truth makes for the best lie.

—————

Pleasing Hawks when he was a drooling horndog was a challenging test of endurance, but at least it was simple and straightforward. All you gotta do is let him mount you and brace yourself.

But that option was currently out of the question. Your entire body was just too damn stiff and sore, every single movement feeling like the impaired motions of an unoiled tinman. Nevertheless, you still needed to get rid of Hawks’s brand new boner.

So here you were, back at his bed and kneeling on the floor, shyly licking at the swollen rod in your hands. You weren’t the most experienced at this, paying close attention to his noises and responses that came with every action from your fingers and tongue. Hawks was watching your performance with an agitated glare, which was just a tad troubling and added extra pressure.

You licked the prominent vein on the underside of his dick, tracing it up to his bulging head before taking him into the hot cavern of your mouth. He groaned through painfully clenched teeth; he seemed to be enjoying it, yet it looked like his frustration was only growing.

Not yet deterred, you began to suck at him, head bobbing up and down while your hand jerked the extra inches that you couldn’t take in. Your other hand gently held and caressed his enlarged sack, heavy and full of cum that refused to be freed into your mouth. His cock was twitching wildly in your throat, so he has to be close, right? Ignoring the burning in your back and….everything else, honestly, you placed all of your focus on engulfing as much of him as you could, tongue swirling all around him until he inevitably gives in.

But a hand grabs your head and yanks you off of him with a wet surprised gasp.

“Stop…stop…it’s just getting worse.” He choked in a broken voice, staring down at the impossibly hard and red erection.

You wiped off the saliva that had run down your chin. “Why won’t you cum?”

His thighs trembled from all of the unreleased tension; you rubbed them to hopefully calm him just a bit. “Fuck, I…it’s like I can’t do it unless I’m…dammit!” The sudden beat of his angry wings spooked you.

You drew a deep breath. You really weren’t up for this, but leaving him in this state would be too cruel. Not to mention it was putting him in a very sour mood. Hoisting yourself onto the bed (with a few pained whimpers), you faced away from him and lowered your upper body to rest your arms, your ass raised and ready for him.

“You know, Keigo,” you started casually, as if you weren’t laid out in such a compromising position. “When I took this job, I imagined the countless situations I could possibly end up in. I was afraid I’d get caught in the middle of some villainous scheme, like a hostage situation. My silly fangirl side imagined going on dates with my favorite hero. The list of scenarios went on and on.”

The man behind you didn’t say anything, so you kept going. “And yet, ‘presenting myself to Hawks so that he can hump me senseless’ was not on that never-ending list.

He gave an awkward laugh, still sounding as if his throat was constricted. “You don’t have to, babe. I can…I dunno…”

“Just fuck me already.”

Hawks said no more and took hold of your rear. “I’ll try to take it slow. I’ll try.”

He tried and failed. Once he penetrated you, he completely lost himself again. By the time he was satisfied, every fiber of your being was dimmed and immobilized. He helped you get tucked into bed that night.

—————

Thursday

“Please, sir. I’m quite concerned for my health. This would be easier if he was away from the excitement of his work.”

After mulling it over, you had decided to be the one to reach out to the deputy, since he didn’t seem interested in calling you again anytime soon. Your original plan was to brave through the fury of Hawks’s dick until this damn rut ended, just like the deputy intended without your say in the matter.

But when you had to visit the doctor for your pains today, and you walked out with a fucking crutch under your arm, you realized this was all a bit much.

At the moment, you were trying to negotiate for letting Hawks take at least a day or two away from work. The deputy didn’t seem convinced. “Hawks once managed to keep working for an entire day with a broken wing and no visits to the hospital, and you mean to tell me that he should rest just because he has the hormonal urges of a teenager?” His snobbish ass questioned.

“This is—!” You inhaled sharply through your nose, catching yourself and lowering your voice. “This is much stronger than that, sir. Without getting into detail, I have withstood some back-breaking nights.” You consider telling him about your recent hospital visit, but the remaining shreds of your pride wouldn’t allow you to share that. Even you didn’t want to believe that Hawks has literally fucked you until you couldn’t walk.

You heard him snort in your ear. Ugh. “Doesn’t sound like anything a steady dose of painkillers can’t fix,” he dismissed.

You gave up making him understand your suffering and tried something else. “Sir, Hawks has faithfully served the Commission since he was a child. He has become one of the most accomplished heroes this generation has ever seen. His skills and dedication have done nothing but help the Commission become a more positive icon all over Japan. Don’t you think such a loyal and hard-working hero deserves at least one day off?”

“No.”

Well, shit. “…Alright, um, thank you for taking the time to hear me. I’ll get back to my duties.”

“Yes, that would be great,” he said listlessly before hanging up.

What an asshole.

—————

“What happened?”

Hawks’s words carry a dangerous tone when he sees you enter his office with the help of your walking aid. It makes you pause.

Going by the sharp yet troubled look in his eyes, you could tell that the tone wasn’t directed at you. ‘Did someone hurt you?’  That’s what he was really asking. His concern always warmed you. “Nothing, I just…” You hate reminding yourself that this even happened. “The pains were getting really bad.”

It takes a minute for those words to sink in, then his eyes widen in some sort of amazement. “Oh.” A flurry of feathers fly off of his wings and form a small floating cushion in front of you. “There, have a seat. Don’t want you hurting anymore than you already do.”

You eye the levitating seat before approaching and lowering yourself onto it. It was like a soft yet firm pillow, and you didn’t miss how the feathers seemed to all shiver, red barbs shaking rapidly as you adjusted your rump.

“Thank you,” you said while resting the crutch onto your lap. Once you were comfortable, you looked at the hero and the brand new furniture between the both of you. “I like your new desk.”

“Thanks. This one is pure steel, much more durable.” He winked.

You return it with a roll of your eyes. “Wonderful. Anyhow, I want to discuss a local hero event coming in two weeks. Your presence would do well to—” you noticed that he was snickering, lips pursed in a strained effort not to fully laugh. “Did I say something funny?”

He shook his head while short amused breaths still escaped him. “I’m sorry, I know you’re hurting and all, but…” He was cackling now, hunching over the desk as he struggled to explain. “I can’t believe I put you in crutches!”

Your face burned with both embarrassment and anger at how hilarious he found the situation. “Hawks…”

He coughed and noisily cleared his throat. “Sorry, I promise to keep it in my pants from now on.” A mischievous grin was plastered on his face. “I mean, I don’t wanna put you in a wheelchair next!”

With a wheeze and happily flailing wings, Hawks keeled over onto the desk with his face buried in his arms, the laughs muffled but still going strong. You just watch with a frown, listening to his mumbled joke about how ‘once you go hawk, you won’t be able to walk’.

What an asshole.

—————

Saturday

Hawks was definitely getting better. You could tell with each passing day, taking mental notes on how he was having an easier time holding your gaze, or how he was able to stay close to you without growing in his pants. Thank god, because your body was still recovering. Another round of wild sex will only cripple you further.

That’s why the incident currently being reviewed on television was filling you with dread. You sat in the main room of Hawks’s house, the house that you practically lived in for nearly a week, watching coverage of the recent attack at the Fukuoka City Mall. The footage of various species of birds flying into the shopping center and swarming the unsuspecting civilians was almost comical, the colorful animals squawking loudly as they snatched every shiny valuable in sight.

A man with the head of a macaw, apparently going by the villain name of Parakill, stood at the center of the chaos, chirping excitedly as his fowl goons showered him in jewels and baubles. His robbery was cut short when small red blurs whizzed into the scene, pinning the criminal onto the floor and chasing around the army of birds until they surrendered their stolen goods. You weren’t prepared for the deafening chorus of tweets and shrieks when the winged hero stepped into the camera’s line of sight.

The restrained villain was cawing and screeching angrily, most likely commanding his birds. You couldn’t see Hawks’s face clearly due to the distance and quality, but you could still make out the intimidating glare as his wings slowly spread out into their full span, each individual feather looking slightly sharpened. Any bird that made a move was quickly poked with a red quill, each and every one of them eventually staying in place while uttering quiet submissive peeps. Parakill’s look of rage slowly morphed into one of fear. Once the danger was surely dealt with, Hawks called for any lingering citizens to leave the area while he retrieved the villain.

You were still in awe as the news switched to another story. Some sort of dominance was asserted there. You weren’t sure how, but it definitely happened. The worrying part was that tapping into his primal instincts like that has probably riled him up. Christ, he’s probably rushing over right now to fuck you into the mattress again.

Only about thirty minutes had passed when you hear the twist of the doorknob and the front door opening. You stand in anxious anticipation. How disheveled and hungry is he going to look? Is he going to jump you on sight?

But the Hawks that walks in is…composed, his face free of tension and layers of sweat as he spots you and offers a friendly smile. “Sup.”

You’re too stunned to give anything more than a “Hey” as he walks past you and heads for his room.

It’s a miracle. No sexual excitement after such a tense encounter with not only a villain, but another male bird mutant? Was he truly getting that much better? There wasn’t enough certainty to approach him while he was changing, so you stayed on the couch and stared at the large screen until he chose to come out on his own.

You were still channel surfing by the time he was strutting over in his loose and comfy clothes, plopping down onto the couch with a wing outstretched and tucking itself behind your back. You gulped—not sure what he had planned for you.

“Relax. You’re acting like I’m gonna eat you,” he teased, watching you flip through the TV’s guide.

“You’re not? I can’t be too sure after what happened today.” You turned to him, watching his keen golden eyes shift and meet yours. The gaze wasn’t glassy. It wasn’t predatory. “You really feel alright?”

“Haven’t felt this good in the past two weeks. It’s nice to be a civil human again.”

You relaxed a bit and shuffled in your seat, fully aware of how his wing was wrapped around your shoulder like an affectionate arm. “About the attack at the mall…” You began. “What exactly was happening there?”

“What, you mean what I did to the birds? Parakill was trying to sic them on me.” He straightened up with a grinning face that radiated pride. “So I rearranged the pecking order. His birds don’t answer to him anymore.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “You didn’t. You can do that?”

“Sure can! It’s not that hard. I mean, don’t think that I have a bunch of attack birds at my command now.  Animal control took them in to be relocated, not to mention some of them were illegal exotics.”

“Ah, that’s…impressive.”

“Heh, remember this, babe,” he leaned in until his lips were grazing your ear, his lowered voice and hot breath making you shudder. “I’m always the top bird.”

You shake off his flirting and try to keep your composure. “Right, of course. I’m just really glad that you’re getting better.”

His wing pulled you in for a tight hug that made you squeak. “All thanks to my sweet hen of a handler. Couldn’t have gotten through this without you.” He heard your pained grunts and instantly released you. “Whoops, sorry.”

You rolled your stiff shoulders and sighed. “It’s fine. You’re not the only one who’s getting better. Just do me a favor and try to forget that I was ever this sore from sex.”

Hawks laughed softly as he took your hands in his. The gesture surprised you after experiencing days of rough and impatient touches. “Hey,” he was almost whispering, forcing you to lean in closer to hear him. “It’s been a wild week. My mind’s been all over the place and I’ve put you through a lot. And…” He looked away with his brows pinched in a pained expression, troubled over something you didn’t know about. Before you could ask, his face drew closer, until your foreheads were pressed together. “Mind if I do one more thing with you?”

You were completely lost. You didn’t understand the sudden tenderness, his somber mood, or why he was talking with some sort of finality to his words.

“Let me take you to bed.”

The fuck?

“Keigo,” you leaned away from him, paying no mind to how you already missed his warm closeness. “I said I was getting better, but I’m not that much better.”

He shook his head, bringing your hands closer to his chest. “No, not like that. Just…I wanna do this properly with you for once. Some nice, regular sex. Hell, doesn’t even have to be full-on sex, I just want to…feel you.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Feel me?” You repeated.

He nodded eagerly with a big-ass smile. The normally cheeky young man was acting so genuine right now.

It was hard to say no to that.

“Alright.”

Hawks said no more, pulling you up on your feet and taking you to the room you both have shared for several nights. He was quick in removing your clothes, peeling each article off smoothly before doing the same to his own. The mood felt so different from your other intimate meetups that you couldn’t help but feel modest all over again.

Calloused hands were gently pushing you down onto your back, and you watch as the handsome man above opens up his wings, his eyes closed as if entering a trance.

“Whenever we fucked, I never felt like I was really there,” he recalled out loud, looking more relaxed than you’ve ever seen. “I could feel you, see you, hear you, but it’s like my body was moving on its own. I was in the backseat of my own head.”

With a deep inhale and exhale, he stared down at you with a look of desire, but not the savage kind. You’re not quite sure what it was…maybe the look of a lover.

Fingers traced your face, trailing down your cheek, brushing your lips, and skimming over your well-marked neck. “Now I finally get to feel you however I want.”

Your breath caught in your throat when his lips made contact with the flesh right over your pulse, planting a few light kisses before mouthing at your neck, the random swipe of a tongue making you gasp.

His open wings twitched in response at the small sound. He was trying to savor every single one of your reactions. That’s intense.

He was in no rush, mouth moving down slowly and stopping to observe the bruise near your shoulder. “Damn, I bit you hard. That’s…when we were in the office, right?” he asked.

You hummed and nodded. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t as painful as a fully grown man falling on top of me after ramming me through a desk.”

Hawks chuckled at the memory while rolling your breast around in his hands. “Man, that really crushed my nuts. I swear my voice was a pitch higher for the rest of the night.” He laughed into your tits, licking at the squishy mounds as he took in each of your shivers and moans.

“Maybe, but that was probably just from you crying about how you could no longer give me chicks.” Yeah, that was a weird time.

“Shh, that didn’t happen,” he denied.

“Yes, it did. I had to hold you as you sobbed.”

“Lies.”

“You were worse than I’ve ever been on my perio—ah!” A bite on your nipple silenced you.

Hawks shot you a playful glare, daring you to say more. When your mouth stayed shut, he gave a satisfied purr and sucked at the same perky bud, soothing the sting before moving on to the other.

You felt relaxed; this was all so much calmer than what you have gotten used to. While you won’t deny that his feral side was as pleasurable as it was tiring, at least you can finally take the time to breathe and soak up what he’s doing. Judging from his vibrating feathers, he probably felt the same.

He licked down your stomach while his hands ran down your sides until they reached the purple finger-shaped blemishes on your hips. He winced at the sight. “Ouch.”

“Yeah, ouch.”

He nurtured the marks with his mouth, careful not to apply too much pressure and cause any pain.

“You don’t have to be so delicate,” you hesitantly tell him. “The day you were under the quirk’s influence, you uh, you were doing the same to the bruises on my back…felt kind of good.”

His lips curved into a devilish smile. “Oh, so you like a little pain? My innocent little hen?”

“Shut up,” you said with a blush. “It’s your fault that I’ve felt everything but innocent lately.”

“True, true. I didn’t mean to open you up to the wonderful world of rough play.” His mouth closes around a bruise and sucks hard, shooting a sharp pleasurable burn that traveled straight down to your core. “Ooooh, I felt that.”

You can only whimper as he laps at the sensitive area, but part of you wants him to bring that scary jolt of pain again.

“I wanna know,” he says between licks. “Just how much did you enjoy me letting loose on you? How many times did we do it the first day?”

A few more kisses are laid on your hips before he continues his descent. Your breath quickens in nervous excitement when he nestles his head between your legs, face dangerously close to your hot sex.

“Come on, hen. At least give me a guess.” He turns to your thighs and showers them with timid pecks.

The sheets beneath you crinkle under your death grip. “Don’t know…lost count after the seventh time,” you admit through gritted teeth.

“Aww, what a shame,” his mouth wanders further inside your thigh. “Do you know how many times you came?”

“I don’t know. A lot.”

He bit into you and enjoyed the resulting yelp. “Mmmm, definitely a lot. Enough to knock you out. So sad that neither of us remember just how thoroughly I wrecked you.”

His naughty lips are just an inch away from your nether ones, your breath quickening in anticipation. Hawks looks up at you, most likely enjoying the view of your heaving chest. But he does well in reminding you how much of a bastard he is by switching to your other thigh, subjecting you to another round of kisses.

“Keigooo,” you whine pathetically, feeling your aches as your muscles tense from the teasing.

“Hold on, I’ve got more questions. What was your favorite position?”

“What?”

“Come on, you’ve got plenty to choose from,” he licks the sweat that was beginning to coat your skin.

Both your embarrassment and his tongue were making it very difficult to answer. You stammer over your words while his mouth moves inward, but once again, he stops at your mound.

“You really can’t think of one?” He gives you a ridiculously sad face—large puppy eyes and a puckered bottom lip—it would have looked more innocent if he wasn’t so close to your most private area.

You realize that he wasn’t going to take any further action until you gave him an answer. “I…when I’m on my hands and knees…” You swallow despite the dryness of your throat. “…and you’re on top of me…”

“Ah,” he sighs, and you feel his thumbs part your outer lips like a damp pair of curtains. He stares down at the pussy that he has battered more times than either of you can count, and yet it drips for him even now. The feel of a single finger running down your wetness makes your entire body jerk. “You like it when I mount you like a dog?”

“Yes,” you choke.

He blows on your quivering cunt. “What do you like about it so much?”

“I…you…I don’t…”

“Do you just love feeling like an animal too? Love it when a crazed horny guy humps you into the floor?” He finally indulges you with a long lick from your hole to your clit, and the hot muscle already has you moaning. “Is that it?”

“Ah…maybe…” You answer, and he rewards you with another lick. Listening to his questions was becoming a challenge.

“Hmm, would you love it if I fucked you until my bed gives out? You’re a pretty expensive girl to mess around with,” he jokes. He then dives in, sloppily making out with your folds that have been begging for more gentle attention for days.

Your head thrashes against the pillow. His licks and sucks were both pleasurable and soothing against your beaten pussy. You were finally freed from his powerful stare when he closed his eyes and fully concentrated on eating you out. He alternated between sucking loudly on your velvety folds and lapping at your opening, sometimes dipping his tongue inside so that he can feel your walls attempt to grab him.

The building pressure in your belly has become an old friend at this point, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t excited whenever it arrived and begged it to explode and bring you back to that lovely state of euphoria. Hawks’s mouth was moving more fervently as he drank in more of your juices, as if your nectar was intoxicating him. His deep moans rattled your insides while he smacked his wet lips against every inch of your womanhood, giving your swollen clit a smooch before sucking hard.

“Mm…oh god…Keigo, please…”

He growled with your bud still in his mouth, blinding you with the electrifying pleasure that was only enhanced by the sudden intrusion of two fingers in your throbbing cavern. The slow inner massage guided you to the top where stars burst in your vision, each orgasmic throb bringing forth a shameless moan. The stimulated wings fluttered from the overwhelming pleasure surrounding them, Hawks giving light licks and kisses until you were back down to earth.

“Fuck, that was good,” he said breathlessly, as if he was the one that just got sent to heaven. “You felt amazing, so nice and clear.” His wings finally folded behind his back as he straightened himself and wiped his glistening face.

You were ready to drift away into a happy slumber until you saw Hawks move to get off the bed and spotted the very familiar hardness that was bobbing with his movements. “Wait! You’re…” Your eyes dart from his face to his erection.

“Don’t worry about that; fapping works again!” he told you cheerfully before changing to a devious smirk. “What, did you wanna watch or something?”

“No,” you snapped a bit more loudly than intended. “I…want you inside of me.”

He froze.

“You sure?”

“Very.”

He crawled back between your legs—clearly trying not to look too eager—and was already aiming his cock at your opening. Your nod of approval was all he needed to push inside and damn, that was one hell of a face and moan he made.

You reflexively braced yourself for an immediate pounding, but the throbbing length just stayed there, twitching in response to every pulse from your surrounding walls. Hawks appeared absolutely fascinated by the sight of him sheathed inside of you before looking up to your face, eyes filled with a warm lust, not the unfocused kind that you have gotten used to.

He pulled out slowly and pushed back in at the same speed. “Ooooh, fuck, baby. So hot…so tight…” He murmured with a broken groan. The lazy thrusts allowed you to feel every inch of him stretch you, his veins rubbing against you for added texture and stimulation. Your hypersensitive pussy appreciated the easy pace, and even better, it was also working for the hero above you.

His hips gradually sped up overtime, but never into something rough and aggressive. It was more like a grind, his abs rippling with every deep push. His flushed face has gotten dangerously close to yours, allowing you to watch the pulsating pupils of his avian eyes.

The only time he ‘kissed’ you was on the first day, though a more appropriate description would be that he simply smashed his mouth against yours. Now, as you stared at his parted lips while hot breaths blew onto your face, you had a strong desire to finally give him a proper one.

Good thing Hawks was a damn mind reader, because he brought his lips down to yours right after you finished the thought. They were soft, softer than you expected from a guy that flew at high speeds all day. Then again, he was also a sex symbol that needed to take care of himself.

His mouth was clearly more skilled than yours, so you let him take the lead, lips molding perfectly against yours with playful licks. The added intimacy sped up his hips and raised his volume, his entire mouth engulfing yours as he moaned into you. Your tongue found his and engaged in a frantic dance. He’s tensing up; you give him some encouragement by wrapping your arms and legs around his sweaty form, giving the base of his wings a few rubs. Your mouths part to catch your breaths, a strand of saliva linking your tongues together

“Cum inside me, Keigo.”

“Oh fuck.” Your words have him pumping erratically into you, but you’ve dealt with worse. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, whimpering at your legs that keep him locked in place and urging him to release his creamy essence as deep inside you as possible.

His trembles are powerful, but even better were the cracked whines vibrating against your neck as he emptied himself into your womb. You never get tired of watching his wings lifelessly drop whenever he wears himself out. You cradle his spent body—it’s all so similar to the first time he took you, except this time he moves just a little to the side to relieve you of some of his weight. He doesn’t move you for another round, he just relaxes into your cuddles.

“Thanks,” he says softly, already close to dozing off.

You’re not sure what exactly he’s thanking you for, but it makes you smile anyway. “You’re welcome.”

A wing stretches over you as a blanket, the warm soft feathers doing well to pull you into dreamland as well. Hawks’s heavy breaths tell you that he was already out.

You close your eyes. It looks like you both managed to survive the worst rut of Hawks’s life. This sure as hell wasn’t what you signed up for, but looking back, it wasn’t that bad. Except for the crutch. The crutch never happened.

As sleep claimed you, you wondered what the future had in store for you and the winged hero.

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Monday

“I just got fired.”

Hawks flinched at the news, scratching at his back awkwardly. “Aww man, that’s…oof, what a shocker.”

For some reason, his surprise didn’t sound very real. But you were way too upset at the moment to question it further. “Well, I guess it’s more like a demotion. They’re still allowing me into a position I have more experience in. It’s probably back to desk work for me,” You sighed, pacing back and forth across the office in a desperate attempt to expel some of your anger. “But I can’t believe this. I can’t believe that he basically kept me around to be your fucking fleshlight, and then threw me away after you were satisfied!”

Hawks shrugged with an apologetic look. “It really sucks, babe. You can’t forget: the real studs are the Commission. No one fucks more people than them. A lot of us are a one-time use to those guys. I’m just lucky enough to have a longer expiration date than most. Or unlucky. I dunno.”

You didn’t either, honestly. Hawks deserved better. “They’re such assholes, yet here I am ready to keep working for them. I so badly want to say ‘fuck you’ and leave, but…” You trailed off.

Hawks finished your sentence with a smirk. “They pay too well?”

Your head lowers in shame. “Yeah.”

A wing pats you on the back as he laughs. “I’m not judging, angel. That’s probably what keeps most of the guys around.” He steps closer to you, gently taking your chin to tilt your head back up. “I’m gonna miss you though. Whoever they send to watch my ass next isn’t going to be half as fun as you.”

The comment warms you. You take his hand and pull it further up to your face, letting him cup your cheek. “Thanks, but I was pretty bad at the job. They would have kicked me down sooner or later.”

He came in closer. “True, you sucked. But you’re the first handler I got to know so well. Inside and outside.” His chuckle is hot against you before he locks his lips to yours. The kiss becomes more heated than expected—he’s tugging at your lip and thrusting his tongue in and out of your mouth in a way that makes your thighs press together. You tear yourself away from his face, breathless.

“Hawks…?”

His tongue slowly runs over his upper lip. Goddamn. “Sorry, little hen. I was just hoping you’d like a nice goodbye gift. I can give you more, if you want.”

You’re so pissed off at yourself for throbbing in response to his offer.

He pulls you back in and takes hold of the waistband of your pants. “How about it? Wanna get to know my new desk a little better?”

The sounds resonating from the office that morning scarred Springer.

[thewolfruns]

billie had always been sort of a rolling stone. she'd worked for a couple of years in the hospital closest to her parents' ranch and then she got out as soon as possible. she couldn't stand being still. it wasn't any problem with her parents--they were fine. she didn't have that closeness she'd seen people have with either parent that was almost gilmore girlian and she didn't need it. she worked two assignments a year, always 13 weeks, renewing only in rare circumstances, and always coming home to work the ranch.

she hadn't been home since the outbreak.

it was hard to say if she was really making her way home or not. it was obviously the right thing to do. it's what so many of the good, decent people did right away. and they found all their homes picked over, their loved ones gone, or dead, or worse. maybe it was cowardly. maybe she was taking the scenic route, but she still didn't know what were the fates of the hardestys and, at least, in never knowing she didn't have to dig their graves. even if she dreamt of it so many nights. shoveling the hard, alberta dirt. digging beneath their favorite weeping birch (even if her mother always hated the seed pods).

eli is all she gets, but she knows he's lost people too. they all have. lost people they loved or hated. lost baristas who wrote gilly instead of billie on her cup or cnas she'd learned how to give bed baths from. and on and on and on -- everyone's losses snowballing into families and coworkers and provinces and nations. she wondered if the dinosaurs felt any of this as they all died out too. tasmian tigers. the dodo.

"eli, okay--" she offers a hand, but doesn't figure he'll take it. "--that's all i'm gonna get, huh?" she smiles, but it's clear she's unsure of him just as much as he is of her, but still less than those assholes outside. "i'll take it." she's pushing it too, but he's already letting her in a little bit. maybe he needs a little bit of a push. and then she's irritated as he leads her to better cover. irritated and grateful. she shoots him a dirty look and says. "you know you can use your words." it lacks any actual sting, because as the atv roars, she's reminded that him letting her in is the only thing keeping her from being someone else's main course. or worse.

"billie, yeah, like the kid or billie jean." but then, uh, what the fuck, he's making coffee and already asking her to leave. she's not a child or some wispy little thing. not a fickle plant that can't handle the sun or variations in watering. "so, uh--no offense--but if you're already kicking me out, might as well jus' speak my mind--" and then the thunder starts and she feels a little less brazen. there's no way she can make it out in a thunderstorm. that'd be unwise for more reasons than forest fires. "i don't need looking after, and look, if you want me to leave, i will. it's your place, i get it. but christ jesus, you think you could let me have a cup of coffee and wait out the storm first?" she's not needy, she can trade. "i've got antibiotics, some ammo, and a jar of peanut butter with two sleeves of ritz if you don't want me freeloadin'."

Names. They're a currency that don't matter much in this world anymore, or so he's been steeled to think. Eli could have left, and should have left, a long time ago. Perhaps to a place where names and personalities and what we all did before the world went to shit matter. Hell, even if he didn't survive at least he would have gone out feeling as if humanity was still worth something. Now it's akin to a pebble in the dirt for him. Something to be stomped on. An insignificant piece of matter.

Skip would be ashamed to call him a friend. A partner. A brother. He really would be. Before all of this happened you could count on him to extend a helping hand to any stranger—to stick his neck out for someone else whether or not he knew a guillotine was waiting above, ready to slice his head off. Now those instincts have been replaced by something lesser, a more self-serving version of himself. Eli's not sure who he's trying to serve or what he's trying to preserve. This woman has just found him at possibly his lowest.

What a shame.

He doesn't bother to answer her question about the pictures. If she gets the chance to look, she doesn't have to look that hard to find him in a few of them: one of him and Skip in front of the crow's nest, smiling like idiots. Another of the whole Reaper Squad in front of a humvee, Nancy hopped up sitting on the hood, Mags and Manik and Soap on either side of it, him and Soap standing on it. Beckett throwing up a piece sign from the front seat and Ford sulking near the window. He doesn't look at these photographs much.

"Eli," he says, voice gruff. Takes in all the intel she'd just given him. Hopes to God he's not some idiot eating out of the palm of some predator's hand. Looking at her frame, he decides that he should be able to subdue her if it comes down to that point. But for now, he accepts that she doesn't seem like she's with them. He looks past her shoulder out one of the windows, wishing he could see down below.

There's a telescope in one of the corners of the lookout that he can point down at the grass, and he thinks about that for a second; but he forgets about it, not wanting to risk one of them catching the glint of his lens.

So he takes the girl's forearm, leading her to a side of the lookout that's better concealed. Anyone looking up there won't bother to look hard enough to see them. He crouches down and waits impatiently for the crowd below to pass. If his tracking skills are correct, there's four of them. Only two extra he'll have to worry about if they do get into an altercation, but he wants to avoid that.

There's the sudden roar of a motor. An ATV of some sort. Then clanking as they all climb on it, one of them patting the metal door to cue the driver to leave. Eli waits for a moment before standing up, catching a good look at the group. They're heading north. Away.

He looks back down at the woman. "You said your name was Billie?"

He wipes his nose. "You got to get out of here, Billie. With all due respect, I can't watch over you." It's not obvious, but he's also looking out for her by sending her away. If that group of freaks does come back, at least he'll be alone, and she won't be in harm's way. Something else can kill her out there. Something else can happen that won't hang on Eli's conscience. Feeling safe enough to do so, he casually starts brewing a cup of coffee.

Thunder rumbles.

[gubler-me-up]

Easy Work

Request: Hi. Could do a fic where reader is the last person the team suspect to be badass? She's the baby of the team. They're on a case, and she takes down an un-sub 3 times her weight and size, and arrests him all by herself. Spencer, who fancies her, is the most shocked, after Morgan and they all agree never to mess with the baby of the team again.

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! I hope this is badass enough for you! I tried my best to make the reader as fierce as possible. Hope you enjoy it and it sparks your inner fighter 🤼‍♀️

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: Angst? Fluff? Angsty fluff?

Content warning: Mentions of violence, bones popping out, aggression

Word count: 2k

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“Remember Thomas Wilson is most likely armed, so be careful where you go. Do your checks before entering any space he can possibly be hiding out in,” Hotch told the team.

All seven of you made your way to the SUV’s to go to the location Garcia had sent to your phones. It had been a week of nonstop tracking this guy and his actions only kept escalating. He was known for his firearm skills as he was military trained. From the picture and information Garcia found on him, he was a 6’5, 280 pounds and in good shape.

You hopped in the car with Morgan and Reid as Hotch, JJ, Emily and Rossi took the other SUV. You sat in the back while Morgan drove and Spencer was in the passenger seat. You usually rode with Hotch, but Morgan insisted you ride with him. He saw you as his little sister, so he didn’t want you to get hurt on his watch. You told him he should keep an eye on Reid over you in the field.

To be fair, the whole team saw you as a child to be protected. Being the youngest of the group was annoying when it came to being out on the field. Everyone felt as if they had to put their lives at risk to protect you even though you had reassured them on several occasions you could protect yourself. Even Garcia said she would go out of her way to beat an unsub up for you if need be and she wouldn’t even hurt a fly.

“Do you think he’s at this location?” You asked out of the blue.

“Well, Garcia picked up his phone signal there. If he’s not there and it’s a trap, we already have bomb squad on the way to detect if anything’s off,” Morgan answered.

You looked out the window into the night sky as you thought about Thomas Wilson’s profile. He was dishonourably discharged from the military after he physically assaulted his commander. This led him to want to take revenge on any ex-military higher-ups and their families. He had broken into three homes where he physically beat his commanders before ending their lives by one bullet hole through their skull. If their wife was there, he would shoot them execution-style.

Everything he did was organized and deliberate. It was out of character for him to have his phone on him or even a detectable signal. It was even stranger he would be out in no man’s land of Tennessee rather in Memphis where his murders took place.

“I think he’s setting us up for something bad,” Reid said.

“You think so too, right? Do you think this is his end game? Taking us down with him?” You asked.

“Well, we’re about to find out,” Morgan said.

As everyone drove down the dimly lit back roads to the location Garcia gave you, you still felt as if something wasn’t right. You looked out into the farmland into an abyss of never-ending darkness. You sighed out of frustration as you knew Wilson was up to something foul. Morgan heard your sigh and glimpsed at you from the rearview mirror.

“Calm down, Y/N. No need to feel scared,” he said.

“Scared? You think I’m scared of this guy?” You scoffed.

“A little, yeah. Don’t worry, Reid and I have your back,” he assured you.

You rolled your eyes. “I have my own back, but thanks for the offer.”

“Y/N I can pick you up with my pinky finger and not crack a sweat,” he joked.

“Keep joking like that and I’ll take a needle and pop both of your inflated biceps,” you snapped back.

“I think Y/N might be right about something being off,” Reid interrupted.

Morgan pulled into a long driveway leading up to an abandoned farmhouse. The other half of the team were already there along with the police officers who had trailed behind them. The bomb squad was there as well checking for any possible bombs he had planted. The team was scouring the area for any sign of Wilson, but it didn’t appear as if they were having any luck.

Morgan, Reid and you hopped out of the SUV, guns in one hand and flashlights in another as you walked up to the rest of the team. You made sure to be on high alert. There weren’t any lights passed the driveway, so it was the perfect set up for something out of the blue to happen.

You looked out into the fields as you tried to see if there was any movement. You felt someone touch your shoulder. You quickly turned around with your gun pointed to whoever was touching you. It was Reid behind you with a concerned look. You sighed as you lowered your gun.

“Spence, you can’t be sneaking up on me in the dark like this,” you said.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Just checking to make sure you’re okay,” he said.

“I’ll be okay when we catch this-”

“Everyone stand back!”

You and Reid turned to look over to the farmhouse. The bomb squad had opened the door and from what you could see was a man strapped to a chair. You squinted your eyes a bit to see what was strapped around him. As from what you could tell it was a bomb.

“I knew it,” you mumbled to yourself.

“What?” Reid asked.

“I knew this was a trap. He has to be somewhere close,” you said.

You looked off to your right side as you looked into the field again. You didn’t know why, but you started walking in that direction. You felt in your gut there was something or someone out there looking back at you.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Reid asked as he grabbed your arm.

You looked back at him. “He’s out there.”

He looked around to see where, but couldn’t see anything. He looked at you confused. You pulled your arm away from him as you continued your walk towards the darkness of the field.

“Don’t go out there by yourself,” he said.

You whipped your head around to look at him. “Well, are you gonna just stand there or follow me?”

“Let’s at least notify the team before w-”

“There’s a man with a bomb around him right now. We don’t have time to plan out a big manhunt. We just have to hunt.”

You turned back around and held your gun up with your flashlight below it. You picked up your pace as you went through the field. You could hear Reid’s footsteps behind you as he followed you closely.

“Hey, what are you guys doing?” You heard Hotch yell out.

You ignored him as you continued your journey through the fields. You knew you weren’t supposed to be doing this, but you felt useless just standing there waiting and hoping the bomb squad would deactivate the bomb. You soon heard someone running from behind you. You sighed out of frustration as you knew who it was.

You turned around to see Morgan sprinting towards you and Reid. He looked as if he was going to yell at you for straying from the group, but his concern over you overshadowed it. You rolled your eyes as you were getting tired of Morgan and everyone else on the team thinking you were incapable of anything.

“Y/N, you’re walking aimlessly into a field with no idea where this guy is? Is this what you learned during training?” He asked.

“I learned not to stand there and do nothing. He’s out there somewhere just watching us,” you said.

“Well, at least bring a couple of us along with you for extra precaution,” he said.

“I have Reid. Isn’t that enough?” You said.

“I just feel as if it’s best to have someone more physically capable with you two,” he said.

You scoffed. “Are you saying Reid and I aren’t physically capable to hold our own? That’s a bold statement to make.”

“Reid’s proved he can be physical when need be, but you? You’ve been in the field for a year and you’re a bit small, so it’s easy for you to be overpowered.”

“It’s easy for me to be overpowered? Derek, I can kick some serious a-”

Before your sentence could be completed there were shots fired from the direction you were going in. Reid immediately pushed you down as he and Morgan crouched down to the ground. You looked over to where the shots were coming from and you could see a dark figure running away. Your adrenaline raced through your body as you jumped up and started sprinting towards him.

“Y/N,” Morgan yelled.

His cry out for your name didn’t slow you down as you picked up the pace. He had stopped firing shots as soon as he knew you were chasing after him. It seemed as if he sucked at multitasking, so you had an advantage. His running and not looking back to shoot meant he was most likely not going to keep looking back.

You heard running coming from behind you and knew it was Morgan and Reid finally catching up to you. Men could be so slow sometimes. By the time you were close enough to Wilson, Morgan and Reid had finally caught up to your pace. They were just in time for your combative demonstration.

You jumped and kicked Wilson in the back of his right knee. He collapsed immediately, dropping his gun. You got on top of him, prepared for a struggle. He jerked his body to the right in an attempt to knock you off. You combated that by stringing your arm under his arm and your other arm stringing around his neck. You gripped your hands together to tighten your hold. You then planted your knee on his left elbow and jerked his body back.

He let out a screech in pain as you felt his elbow pop out from underneath your knee. You kept him in a tight chokehold. He made the mistake of trying to squirm out of it. You aggressively jerked your upper arm up and he let out a screen as you dislocated his shoulder. You then dug your knee in his lower back to make sure he stayed in place as you cuffed him. You reached into his pocket and took out his cellphone.

You shook your head. “This was your end game huh?”

“Y/N?”

You looked back to see Morgan standing there in shock. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so speechless before. You looked over at Reid, who was never speechless, but he looked just as lost for words. They both walked over and helped you pick up Wilson, who yelled in anguish as they touched his arms.

You looked back to see Morgan standing there in shock. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so speechless before. You looked over at Reid, who was never speechless, but he looked just as lost for words. They both walked over and helped you pick up Wilson, who yelled in anguish as they touched his arms.

“I think I got it from here. Y/N, I think you deserve a break from being a badass,” Morgan said.

“I told you I was capable,” you said.

“Sorry, for ever doubting you. I don’t think I’ll be messing with you for a long time after this,” he said.

You smiled as the three of you escorted Wilson back towards the farmhouse. As you reached, you found out the bomb had been deactivated. You handed over the cellphone to the bomb squad. You were going to go towards Hotch and the others as they talked to the man who was strapped in the chair. You couldn’t help feel as staring at you from behind. You turned around to see Reid looking at you with a different look than usual. He looked as if he was meeting you for the first time.

“You did great out there, Y/N,” he said.

“Hey, I may be little, but I do have the skills to get rough when need be,” you said.

“Remind me never to make you angry,” he said.

You smiled. “I could never hurt you. I’d only use my strength to protect you.”

“Even from Morgan?” He joked.

You walked up to him and gave him a pat on his forearm. “It would be my pleasure to protect you from Morgan.”

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Tagged: @shadyladyperfection​

MASTERLIST

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 16

Request: Yes or No

This first half is for you anon! Excuse my inability to write drunk characters lmao

~

"What the hell are you doing?" You blinked, looking up at Tony. You stumbled back slightly, gaze flickering around the room.

"Uhm.." A small snort left you, holding onto the counter and raising the bottle of whiskey.

"This?" You answered, head tilting as you smiled widely. Tony raised his brows, eyeing you with a disapproving gaze.

"So what? You drink now?"

"Clint would know if I- Oh, fuck." You caught yourself before you could fall, a small laugh leaving you. "If I touched his beers."

"Barton's drinking too? What a great influence you have, kid." Tony frowned, shaking his head.

"This isn't my first time." You muttered, huffing softly as your eyes narrowed. Tony raised a brow, taking in a deep breath.

"Could've fooled me."

"Sam was pretty sneaky." You giggled softly, putting the bottle down before you could drop it. You didn't notice the way Tony flinched when you put it down a little too hard.

"Drinking isn't the answer to what you're feeling." Tony called, taking a step towards you. You scowled, shaking your head.

"You're a stupidly lucky bastard, Stark." You muttered, taking a step forward. Your hands quickly caught the island, ice covering the area you touched.

"Okay, kid, let's get you to bed before you set this place on fire." Tony said, reaching out towards you. You scoffed, smacking his hands away.

"Don't touch me, asshole." You snapped, hands heating up and turning the ice to water. Tony didn't want you to have an outburst and make a sinkhole swallow the facility.

"It's been two years. Two years since everyone just.. Poof! Gone! What did you lose, huh? A kid you barely knew? Your pride?" You raised your brows, staring at him. His face was fuzzy and the room was slightly spinning.

"What did you lose? Your parents were already dead, your bestie is alive, your wife is alive, you're expecting a kid! You lost nothing." You sneered, glaring at him with glossy eyes.

"Everyone I love is gone but you get to start a new life with Ms. Pans or whatever her fucking name is. You get to have a family while I have to live without mine.. Clint.. Clint doesn't even come home half the time!" Your brows lowered, body trembling as you tried fighting back tears.

"I think we should talk about something." Tony said softly. You scoffed, rolling your eyes and licking your lips.

"Yeah? What? Gonna tell me I'm immature again?" You asked, letting out a small fake laugh. You looked away from him when tears began to slip down your cheeks.

"Why do I keep losing everyone?" You sobbed, taking in short breaths. Tony's gaze softened, placing a hesitant hand on your shoulder.

"It's not your fault, (Y/N)." He said softly, frowning. Tony had never seen you vulnerable. You were usually snappy and feisty with him.

"I d-didn't try hard enough." You breathed out, a quiet whimper escaping you.

"All of us could've tried harder. All of us wish we did. Don't you think Thor feels the way way you do? He's just angry instead of sad. No clue where he flew off but.." Tony sighed, eyes shutting as he thought of things to say that wouldn't piss you off. You turned and stared at him for a moment before reaching out and grabbing the back of his head, leaning forward. Your lips met his though your mind didn't process that you were kissing a married man with a baby on the way. You pulled away from the stunned billionaire, patting his chest.

"You suck." You whispered, eyes becoming droopy before you collapsed. Tony quickly caught you before you could hit the ground, clearing his throat.

"Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y? Could you contact Rhodey? I need some assistance." Tony dragged your body towards one of the couches nearby, laying you on your side in case you had to vomit. Tony stared down at you, taking in your flushed, tear stained cheeks. He raised a hand to his lips, gently touching them. He shook his head, looking down at his ring with a heavy sigh.

"What's up, Tony?" Rhodes asked, gaze immediately dropping onto you.

"Could I charge him for underage drinking?" Tony asked, looking at him. Rhodes shook his head, chuckling.

"He turned 23 last month. Sent him a birthday card and a small cactus plant." Rhodes told him, approaching the couch.

"How come I'm never told of his birthdays?"

"Cause he doesn't like you." Rhodes answered simply, grabbing your legs as Tony hooked his arms under your armpits. They got you to your old bedroom in the facility, thought it took them a while. Tony propped up a pillow under your head, placing a trash can beside the bed.

"What would a kid like him want on their birthday?" Tony asked, looking at Rhodes as he put his hands on his hips.

"His boyfriend back." Rhodes muttered. Tony blinked, turning his head to look at him with wide eyes.

"Boyfriend?"

"Yeah, Barnes. I found out when we went to Wakanda. They were all over each other. Never thought he'd have a thing for older guys but.. I gotta admit, Barnes is an attractive dude." Rhodes shrugged, gently bringing the covere up over your shoulders. He gently rubbed your shoulder, sighing.

"He's a good kid. I guess I gotta lock up whenever he comes over. I'm surprised he even still bothers being here. Thor's nowhere to be found, you're barely even here.. God knows where Clint is. He hasn't visited yet."

"I'm gonna retire." Tony announced, looking at Rhodes. Rhodes raised his brows, looking at him.

"I wanna give Morgan a good life. One where she sees her father every day." Tony explained. They both turned to you when they heard you groan and gag, throwing up into the trash can and almost falling off the bed.

"I'll go get him a water bottle and painkillers." Rhodes mumbled, turning around and leaving the room. Tony nodded, licking his lipd and sighing softly.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" You asked in hoarse voice, slowly getting up. You sluggishly walked towards the bathroom, washing your mouth.

"I wouldn't bother. You're probably gonna throw up-" Tony cringed, hearing you throw the toilet seat up and vomit again. Rhodes entered the room, placing the pill bottle down and glancing into the bathroom.

"Should I contact Clint?" Rhodes asked, looking at Tony.

"He can come here when he realizes his son isn't home." Tony replied, glancing at Rhodes before turning around and leaving the room. Rhodes nodded, walking towards the bathroom and placing a hand on the doorway.

"Need help?" He asked, head tilting. You shook your head, grabbing toilet paper and using it to blow your nose. Rhodes hummed, leaving the room as well. You pushed yourself off the floor, walking to the sink and washing your mouth again. Your throat burned and you could taste what you had for dinner. With a heavy sigh, you approached the bed, collapsing onto it. Your arms wrapped around one of the pillows, nuzzling into it. You turned your head when someone entered the room.

"Read this when you have a clear head." Tony said quietly, placing a file on the nightstand. You furrowed your brows, a frown tugging at your lips. You were tempted to look at the file but your body desperately needed sleep.

The next morning, you woke up with a raging headache. Your mind and body were still tired but you weren't sure if what you needed was sleep or actual therapy. You noticed the trash can you had thrown up in was gone as you pulled your legs over the edge of the bed. The yellow file caught your eye again. You sighed, deciding to use the bathroom before anything else. You picked up the pill bottle, taking two tablets and pushing them down with some water. You licked your lips, putting the water bottle down and taking a seat on the bed. You picked up the file, placing it on your lap. You stared at the writing on the front in sharpie.

(Y/N) BARTON

"Is this.. My file?" You blinked, flipping it open and seeing your picture in the top right corner followed by your information.

"Why would I need this?" You flipped to the next page, seeing a picture of an unknown woman.

Florine De Meyers (Could be a false name) is believed to be (Y/N) Bartons' aunt from his fathers side.

Your mouth went dry as you reread the sentence over and over again. After almost six to seven years with the Avengers, you had never been told about your family. It was always your parents being unknown yet here was a piece of information stating you had a relative. You closed the file, standing up and leaving the room. You made your way to Tonys' office, tossing the file on his desk. Tony looked up from the box in his hands, glancing between you and the file.

"What the hell is this?" You questioned, arms crossing. Tony carefully placed the box down, clearing his throat.

"Your file."

"Yeah, I know that, dipshit." You sneered, earning a pointed look from him. Tony sighed, picking the file up and going to the second page.

"You-"

"Shut up and sit down." Tony ordered. You glared at him, sitting down on one of the chairs.

"Florine De Meyers is a 47 year old woman from Lasne, Belgium. It's unknown if Florine De Meyers is her real name since not much is known about her. It's stated that she had a brother but no information came up about him. We, well more like F.R.I.D.A.Y, went through your blood test and searched for any relatives. She's the closest living relative you have." Tony said, putting the file down. Your leg bounced as you tried to stay calm, taking in soft deep breaths.

"So, all this time I could've been learning about my family? Why didn't you tell me sooner?! She might've been snapped away too!"

"Quite frankly, you seemed happy with Barton and his family. Plus, I forgot about it while trying to save the world a few times." Tony answered, picking up trophies and medals, putting them in the box.

"Does Clint know?" You asked softly.

"Nope. Romanoff doesn't know, Banner doesn't know, Thor doesn't know, Rogers... Well, as far as I know, he's unaware but he very well could." Tony shrugged, closed the box and taping it.

"She lives in Belgium?"

"That's what I said. Though, you might not be from Belgium. We think she's your fathers half sister. So, your father and her share a parent. It's why we had some difficulty finding anyone. Your parents made sure nobody could make any connections. Whether it was protect you or to protect themselves, we'll never know. Florine might know though. F.R.I.D.A.Y, what's the most recent security footage of Florine De Meyers?"

"Florine De Meyers was seen in a supermarket last thursday." F.R.I.D.A.Y answered, making a picture of a security footage appear. You stared at the picture, sighing softly.

"Where's Nat?" You asked.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y?"

"Contacting Agent Romanoff." You stood up, pulling the file towards yourself and looking down at the picture as Tony spoke with Natasha. Florine seemed to have a permanet frown on her face, eyes hard and icy.

"Romanoff is on her way. She can accompany you to Lanse." Tony said, watching you with a small frown.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." You looked up at him in surprise. Tony was never one for apologies.

"I thought that if.. Your parents wanted to desperately protect you, I should respect their wishes and do the same. You're a big boy now. It's up to you to decide what you want to do now." Tony said, placing the box down and looking at you with a gentle gaze. You swallowed, nodding as you rubbed your arm.

"Uhm... I'm sorry for being a dick and insulting you." You apologized as well, choosing to ease the tension between you and Tony.

"What's up?" You turned to look at Natasha, picking up the file and closing it.

"I need a ride to Belgium."

[boflicker]

Preview of Chapter 5 RTSS

Dear friends,

Apologies for the slow update for Running to Stand Still! I've gotten a bit distracted by my scifi projects coming up, but I want you to know this story hasn't been forgotten. The bulk of it is written and edited, and I just need to add the finishing touches.

Here is a lil preview of the next chapter to whet your appetites!!

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“Which way do you think it should fall?” 

“I–I don’t know...” 

They stood on the edge of a charred-out landscape, smoke drifting from smoldering duff. Kagome buckled chaps around her waist and knees, bending down to check the saw and make sure it was topped up on fuel. She took a deep breath, preparing to start it up. 

Yash stood beside her, his hand grazing her shoulder as his neck craned upward, studying the tree. 

“Look up,” he muttered gruffly, holding up a shovel handle as a reference. “Where is the weight leaning?” 

She squinted, standing up beside him as the rim of her helmet brushed his shoulder. “I see larger branches to the right. So that way?” 

“Yeah, that’s what I’d do.” He stepped back a little, a small smirk edged the corner of his lip. “Start ‘er up and cut your wedge. Don’t go too deep.” 

“Geeze, so bossy.” She joked, giving him a wink before putting on her mesh goggles. 

“Less flirting, more cutting!!” Sango hollered behind them, a couple hundred feet away, half of her body waist deep in a smoking stumphole. Miroku looked up beside her, his face covered in black streaks as he grinned and catcalled. 

The both began to blush, Yash turning away as Kagome distracted herself with cranking the pull cord. 

It was their second fire run together. Things had gotten easier since the bee incident. Yash had been standoffish the days after, uncertain how to interact with her. Waiting for his secret to spill from her lips. But she made a promise, and she never broke those. Not unless someone’s life depended on it. 

Slowly, at a snail's pace, he warmed up to her—showed her things she never noticed before. He had a literacy to land she had never known, a silent wisdom that could only be seen by those who read the wind in clouds and plants by their leaves. She could see it for what it was, a language of survival.

 Kagome learned to pay attention, took note when he stopped to smelled the air, or scoured his eyes along the ground, following invisible tracks. When she peppered him with curious questions, sometimes he shook her off, other times he gifted her with grunted short answers. She would listen attentively, soaking up every word he gave her. With time and practice she could identify the difference between pines and firs, plants that could be foraged and others with likeness to avoid. She would point and call out a name, and he would glance over his shoulder and nod or shake his head, a lightness glowing from his violet eyes. 

During breaks he would wander away, to come back with a handful of berries in his stained palms, held out in offering to her. And when he did so, he would sit beside her quietly.  Sometimes she would talk, and other times she relaxed into the silence with him, never digging too deep with questions. 

And then one day, without her realising, he began to speak without her prompt. 

“You're not gonna ask?” 

She had been staring at her cold cheesesteak sandwich dismally, it tasted nothing like its namesake, but she was too hungry to be picky. Frowning at it disdainfully, she picked off the slimy half cooked onions. 

“Hmm? Ask what?” She answered absently. She glanced up at him, her actions pausing as she witnessed a look she had never seen cross his eyes.

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[technowoah]

THESEUS - a dsmp story ( DreamSMP x Queen!Reader)

CHAPTER FOUR : LOOK ‘EM IN THE EYE AIM NO HIGHER, SUMMON ALL THE COURAGE YOU REQUIRE THEN COUNT!

Chapter Summary: Wilbur makes a proposition, Tommy finally gets his fight, warning shots are fired and the bomb that was planted finally went off.

pairing: c!wilbur x queen!reader

an// tbh im not that happy with this one, I hope yall like it! but hopefully Ill like chapter 6 lol

⚠︎ swearing, dsmp spoliers(?), angst, fighting, minor blood mention, not proofread. Y/N/N = your nickname

word count: 5.1k

THESEUS MASTERLIST 

"Are you sure you want to do this because Tommy is a good fighter!"

"He's also good at being annoying, so you'll die either way."

"SHUT UP YOU TWO!" 

Currently Tommy and You were by a small lake in L'Manburg facing each other with swords and guns. Fundy and Tubbo were belittling Tommy on the sidelines. Tubbo was trying to convince the both of them not to do this so they wouldn't get hurt badly before the actual war begins. Wilbur was standing in between the two and Eret nervously standing off to the side with Tubbo and Fundy.

When You arrived you explained to the three people who were there, Tubbo, Fundy, and Wilbur, that Tommy and you were going to fight that day. Tubbo and Fundy were not for that idea at all, but Wilbur approved it. After a while of thinking and conversation of course he agreed. 

Eret and Tommy arrived at L'Manburg as well and apparently Tommy already told Eret that he was fighting his wife.

"You know what Eret? I'm gonna fight your wife today! Yeah it'll be a good fight, don't worry I wont hurt her that badly."

Of course Eret did not want this duel to happen and tried to convince Wilbur to not let the two do this to one another. He was concerned about the task and hand yes, but You getting hurt or even worse, killed was not a thing he wanted not needed. Tommy was a loose cannon, he worked on impulse. You were basically fighting a bull while wearing all red.

Wilbur had pulled You aside for the second time this week and started to have a conversation with you again. It was a needed conversation so when Wilbur grabbed her arm.and pulled her away you didn't hesitate this time. As the two talked in the distance you heard Fundy yelling at Tommy about the dangers of fighting You at a time like this. Your mind was all over the place at this point.

"You know how this works?" Wilbur looked at You and Tommy.

"Yes!"

"Yes I do"

You knew what was going to happen. They both had 6 bullets in their gun, if they use all of their bullets they can use their swords instead. You were in your head at this moment. Wilbur was explaining how this duel would work to Tubbo, while You contemplated whether to waste youshot by shooting in the sky or aiming at Tommy's foot. you didn't want to hurt him at all, they had a war coming soon so hurting Tommy would not help L'Manburg. Then again, when was helping L'Manburg a part of your mission?

You snapped out of your mind and saw Tommy glaring daggers at her. He looked harmless.

"I am going to beat you." Tommy said in a voice that can be only compared to a robot.

"You wish!" You scoffed and smiled, smiled which made Tommy scoff and look away.

Wilbur spoke over the two, "ALRIGHT! You two will be back to back facing away from each other, then take ten paces. When I say "fire" you two will fire and shoot and fight until one is damaged and cannot battle anymore or until I call a draw. Understand?"

"Yes Wilbur!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Of course." You calmly said.

"Alright" Wilbur agreed and motioned for the two to turn away from each other. 

They had both touched backs and You had taken a huge deep breath. 

The dilemma in your head was still spinning. Whether to shoot him or to shoot into the air. you would be a coward wouldn't you?

"You scared?" Tommy taunted you.

"No. Just getting ready to beat your ass."

"HA! That's not gonna happen. You're all talk." 

"We'll see about that." Wilbur spoke, inserting himself into their conversation.

Wilbur had stepped back towards the group of men who sat and were watching the whole duel. There was tension in the air, they all could feel it. They all thought this was a bad idea, You thought this was a bad idea. What if this tore the whole plan apart will they ever get to-

"READY? ONE!"

They both took a step.

Aim to the sky or aim towards Tommy?

"TWO!"

Where would you aim?

"THREE!"

What would happen if Tommy ended up dead?

"FOUR!"

Would Dream be happy?

"FIVE!"

If you aim towards the sky. Tommy might shoot. you would be an open target.

"SIX!"

It would be over right? If you aim at the sky?

"SEVEN!"

Tommy.

"EIGHT!"

Up in the air.

"NINE!"

How can this end?

The sky? Tommy? Where does the bullet go?

Where do you go?

"NUMBER TEN PACES, FIRE!"

*bang!*

Tommy's eyes widened and You stood my ground.

"She shot her pistol towards the sky?!" Tubbo shouted.

Wilbur stood there with a smirk and Eret let out a sigh of relief and immediately relaxed. Tommy didn't shoot his gun at all; he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. This was the right way.

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"I want you to shoot into the sky." Wilbur had taken you to an uninhabited part of the wall to talk.

"Why?"

Wilbur had sighed and looked over to where Tommy was gloating to Eret about dueling his wife.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Tommy is rather impulsive. He does things without thinking or with any concern for consequence. He says things without thinking too, as you've seen firsthand."

You nodded and laughed before Wilbur kept talking.

"I want him to hesitate. I want him to think for once. I know he wants to fight right now, he's riled up because of the battle. I expect him to shoot, but I hope that he won't. He won't." Wilbur seemed to be convincing himself this was a good idea.

"That's reassuring." You replied sarcastically.  

Wilbur rolled his eyes, "I believe he won't kill you nor harm you. At least that's the plan. I care for him. He's a good fighter and he should be able to see his opponent before going all ape shit." 

"I get it. I want to do this, but you said he works on impulse. What if he shoots?" You continued to worry.

"I'm here. And uh- Fundy is great at healing. We have healing potions in the van as well. You will not die on my watch. We need you for the war."

You nodded and continued to stare into Wilbur's brown eyes waiting for another comment from his mouth.

"Do this for me please? For us?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but Wilbur sighed before continuing his statement, 

"You don't have to do this. I should've said that first. I understand that death is scary, believe me I don't want to die either. So I can figure out another way to get to Tommy if you are uncomfortable with this."

This time it wasn't a forced situation. He was literally giving you a huge way out, an open path, but you already agreed to fight before. It wasn't like you were put into this without paths to take. you had options. Now that potions were involved and there are spectators that can act as doctors eased your nerves just slightly. you can do this.

"Or were you planning on shooting Tommy anyways?" 

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You looked towards Wilbur and smiled warmly at him and he returned your same smile.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE THE BAD GUY! YOU-"

 "I didn't even call it a draw yet Tommy. You can still fight-" 

"It's clear that my opponent doesn't want this. If I did, I would be more of a bad guy than I already am now." Tommy dropped his gun to the green grass underneath his feet. 

You followed suit, dropping your gun onto the grass below you. You walked towards Tommy trying to find the right words at this moment. He had his head hung low looking at the gun that laid in the lush grass in front of him. You had walked towards him and put a hand on his shoulder and he began to tense up at the friendly gesture.

"Tommy, you're not a bad guy. You did the right thing at that moment. You're neutral really, if you would've shot me then yeah you would be considered "the bad guy". But in reality, there is no such thing as good or bad, there are just people with different morals." You whispered that last part and Tommy seemed to reluctantly understand, still sticking to his main idea of him being a bad guy. 

He was really stubborn, which made it harder for you to make him feel better.

"This is what I wanted Tommy! I wanted you to hesitate before you shot her." Wilbur tried to pick his spirits up by revealing his plan.

"THEN WHAT IF I SHOT HER?!" 

"you would've been fine. Plus you weren't going to brutally damage or kill Y/N right?"

Tommy stuttered a little bit before speaking, explaining himself.

"No I wasn't! My goal was at least to scare her, or graze you with my bullet." Tommy rushed.

"What if you slipped up and hit Y/N instead?" Tubbo came into the conversation leading Fundy and Eret with him.

"Then I would feel incredibly horrible that I hurt an ally." Tommy said while hanging his head. "I understand, Wilbur, I understand what today's duel was for." Tommy continued.

"To be honest, this was a last minute decision! I talked to Y/N before and we both decided it was a good idea for you. Especially when a war is coming up."

"Mhm. I am okay now. I've learned, and I just hope that I can transfer this into the war." Tommy seemed relieved, but also not wanting to learn his lesson. It was bad to assume, but it sounded like he wanted to get this lecture over with.

Wilbur humed while turning away satisfied with what happened today. He walked towards the HTO van with Fundy following suit leaving Tommy and you standing next to each other still recovering from what just happened. Eret and Tubbo were standing a few feet away from them making small glances to the two making sure they are okay.

"I still hate you." Tommy grumbled.

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The five citizens were sitting in the meeting room making potions with the brewing machines or doing their own thing at the moment. Wilbur didn't have anything planned for today except for making many potions for battle. You were helping with potions as well. you were more skilled at potion making than battle. you can hold yourself down and maybe kill someone, but you don't recommend for herself to do that.

"Wow Y/N/N you're making potions so much faster than I am. Teach me your secrets!" Tubbo exclaimed.

"What did you call me?" You asked The boy softly.

"What do you mean? I called you Y/N/N." Tubbo said, confused.

Has Dream ever called you Y/N/N before because it seems like you've never been called that before. Tubbo was still looking quizzically at you waiting for an answer.

"I don't think I've been called Y/N/N before." You answered.

"Y/N might be uncomfortable with that." Wilbur joined into their conversation.

"Oh! I'm sorry! If that made you-"

"I'm okay! You can call me Y/N/N'' You said while waving your hands to dismiss the situation.

"Good! I thought I was being a creep or something." Tubbo laughed.

"Y/N/N HELP ME OUT WITH THESE POTIONS WILL YA?" Tommy shouted from across the room.

"Okay you don't get to call me Y/N/N." 

Tommy huffed, "If my best friend can call you Y/N/N I will too!"

"Okay children settle down." Eret said while looking up from the book he was writing.

There was another pause until Fundy had spoken.

"Today seemed like a good day huh? Even though it isn't over so far, so good eh?" Fundy tried making conversation after writing whatever enchantments in his book.

"Yes it was so far! Very surprising today." Tubbo agreed with Fundy.

"Tommy and You gave me a heart attack today. I wouldn't consider this a good day so far." Eret exhaled jokingly. He seemed in good spirits today.

"I'm sorry I gave my husband a heart attack." You taunted.

"But seriously that scared me. Thank goodness nothing happened to the both of you. I wouldn't know what I would do." Eret continued.

"You would live." You said bluntly, staring at him. 

Eret nodded at you, sending a small smile your way.

"You would've been a good fighter. Have you fought before?" Fundy inquired.

"I have fought before! I've been trained as well, I'm more into the sneaky side of things, and making potions like I am now." You cheerfully explained.

"Sneaky things?" Wilbur asked.

Your eyes widened slightly before maintaining your composure. you forgot that Wilbur was still on youtail. He thinks that You is still suspicious, so of course when you said that he would jump on the opportunity to interrogate her.

"You could be a spy for us! Maybe spy on Dream and George!" Tubbo exclaimed.

Oh the irony.

Wilbur hummed, "Maybe, that would be interesting. We could get information and they wouldn't turn her down."

"It would be too late anyways if they've seen you here so it would be a major red flag if you showed up there trying to join their team." Eret spoke up, still concentrating on writing enchantments with Fundy.

Thank God that Eret was here, You would be stumbling for the right words and then eventually blowing their cover. you had this happen too many times. They are almost to the end you have to pull back.

"True. You're right!" Wilbur agreed. "Plus we've been more productive since you two came back."

Eret and you both nodded in agreement and went back to doing their tasks.

Tubbo and You were standing together on one side of the room making potions and talking to one another until Tubbo made a quiet gasp. 

You looked at him and followed his line of gaze until you saw them again. It was Sapnap and Dream on the top of the new, enlarged L'Manburg walls. Dream pulled back his hand and whipped something toward the van. It looked metal and shiny as it bounced harshly in the grass. 

Sapnap then pulled out a bow and arrow and Dream had set it on fire. Sapnap launched the arrow into the walls and it landed by the machine that Dream had thrown. The grass around the arrow caught on fire as well, not making a huge fire but enough to scare the two.

"WILBUR! You have a gift!" Tubbo said as he rushed out of the van and You watched carefully through the window so the two wouldn't do anything to the boy.

"Where did he go?!" Wilbur yelled.

"He went outside to grab the metal thing Dream and Sapnap threw." You said keeping an eye on Tubbo as he came back into the van.

Wilbur rushed towards the window where Aryia was stationed and looked towards the top of the wall where Dream and Sapnap were. Dream took one last final glance at the two in the window then turned away to jump down the wall with Sapnap following suit.

"Guys you might want to take a look at this." Tubbo said while placing the metal thing, which was an old answering machine, on the table.

Wilbur sighed, clearly exhausted with everything that had been going on. He sat down on the edge of the table. Tubbo pressed play on the machine and the recording started.

"Tommy, and Wilbur, and the rest of L'Man-child-burg. We are at war. There is no mercy. We have burned down Tubbo's house, we have planted TNT cannons around your land, we have cobblestone walled the outside, we have shot one warning shot inside your walls. WE HAVE NO MERCY, NO MERCY FOR YOU! We will burn down your houses! We will kill everything inside your walls and we will take back the land that is rightfully ours. If you do not surrender I WANT TO SEE WHITE FLAGS! WHITE FLAGS OUTSIDE YOUR BASE BY TOMORROW AT DAWN, OR YOU ARE DEAD!"

*beep~* 

There was a long beep until Tubbo shut off the recorded message. Everyone was silent looking at each other for the next move. Everyone either had a face of anger or one of concern. Eventually everyone turned to Wilbur who had his head down, his hair slightly covering his eyes in a thinking pose. We were waiting for a response from the leader, but it didn't seem like anyone had a response to this situation.

"Hey lets just-"

"Grab me a book and a pen" Wilbur spoke.

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It's been about an hour since we last received the message. The sun has gone down and they are all still sitting around the meeting table. 

"What do we get? What's the report?" Wilbur asked.

Tommy started, "Okay so here's the situation, the ‘Dream boys' they're on the roof, they've already killed me and Tubbo once, they feel like they got their power. Their egos are up-" 

"They've taken it all." Tubbo added.

"I don't know man, what do you think we've got to do now? Ultimately you're the leader here." Tommy asked the older man.

Wilbur paused before speaking, "I think, the element of surprise is needed. We can't go in just guns blazing."

"My son, how are you doing?" Wilbur asked Fundy.

Fundy stuttered before speaking, "I could've been better."

Wilbur smiled then opened the book he had been writing in for the past hour.

"Before we go into battle though-

"WORDS OVER WEAPONS MY FRIEND!" Tommy interrupted Wilbur

"My gents and m'lady, may I read you the Declaration of Independence?" 

Wilbur had started to read through the Declaration complementing the writers who wrote lines in the book. He began reading the main parts of the book.

"When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for-"

"Wilbur" Tommy interrupted Wilbur again

"Yes what, what?" Wilbur asked annoyed

"They're surrounding us, Wilbur." 

Tommy stood up looking out of the window at the many fiery arrows making their way towards the van and making the grass around the van catch on small fires.

From inside the van it looked like rain from hell. All the fears you once had came flooding back into your mind. you put herself right in front of the greatest fighters, and assassins in the kingdom and you might not make it out alive. 

Wilbur started to head out of the door trying to face his opponents. They all were putting themselves out there exiting the van as fast as they could like a huge target. Speaking of target, an arrow shot by Sapnap landed too close for comfort next  to Wilbur. He seemed un phased at this.  

"They're not the best shot." Wilbur turned his back on the archers and stood in the doorway to the group inside.

Wilbur began to yell at the archers, "Gentlemen how are you!?" 

"Good!" Dream replied bluntly.

Surprisingly they could hear both of each other. 

"Do you like the view of our nation!?" Wilbur asked as he smirked.

"Oh God!" Tubbo exclaimed, worried because of the taunting Wilbur was doing.

"We might be a little out gunned here gentlemen." Eret said softly to the others while placing a hand on your shoulder in a comforting way.

"I thought this was a trailer park!" Dream shouted back. 

"Very funny, listen. It seems like you've gained the upper hand in people! We will meet you in the field, but on our own terms!" Wilbur concluded.

"YEAH!" Tommy shouted at the archers hyping Wilbur up.

The rest laughed at Tommy's antics trying to keep it together.

"Please stop making things worse!" Tubbo laughed.

Another arrow was shot at Wilbur's feet. He was clearly stunned by this, turning to the rest of the L'Manburgians he spoke to them.

"We armor up gents." Wilbur said, walking away.

Just as he walked away Tommy followed Wilbur outside of the van and then an arrow was shot into Tommy's bicep by George. Tommy yelled in anger and in pain, and the rest followed suit yelling in shock. Tommy clutched the arm that the arrow had found its way into, he tried to keep it together as he fell to his knees. You rushed to Tommy's side trying to take the arrow out carefully and heal him. He kept on shielding his arm away from you and kept babbling incoherent nonsense about “leaving him alone” too.

"It's okay! I'm fine! I'm fine! Don't worry!" Tommy kept shouting.

"You're not fine Tommy, let me help!" You yelled and he finally succumbed to you.

You slowly pulled out the arrow and used bandages that Eret had rushed to give you to wrap around his arm carefully. Throughout this whole process Tommy had a face of discomfort and pain until you had successfully bandaged his upper arm so no blood would seep through. Later on you would have to tend to his wounds more delicately.

"Just stay inside!" Fundy yelled in a hurried tone and was angry at the fact someone had already gotten hurt.

This would've been the outcome of the duel if you hadn't followed Wilbur's orders. Either way he would've been injured. Of course they would go for Tommy. Wilbur's right hand man. It was bound to happen. 

You and the rest of the men were clad in netherite or diamond armor and they surrounded Wilbur waiting for another order.

"Tommy I'm putting you in charge of this army." Wilbur said.

Your eyes widened. Didn't Wilbur just say he acted on impulse. This was a bad idea. you were going to die at the hands of the people who gave this opportunity to you.

Wilbur continued, "No matter what happens during this war, no matter who wins and who loses. Just remember that we're on the right side of history."

You have heard that before. What side of history was you on? They have rubbed off on you of course, but with different morals coming from both sides, whose morals do you fit with? If you die, will you be painted in the wrong manner? Are you on the right side as you stand with Eret and Fundy in L'Manburg? Is there even a right side?

"Up the walls we go!" Tommy exclaimed as the group climbed the ladder over the walls.

Your heart was pounding as Tommy led the way towards their next destination. This was going to be very interesting.

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Tommy led us to the destination where the other warriors were on top of a small tower looking down on the L'Manburgians.

"God- whatever we do, don't go up the tower." Tubbo exhaled. 

"We have to get them down to our level. We have to get them to come down on their own accord." Wilbur commanded.

"Those bastards." Tommy said as an arrow made of fire was shot precisely onto the ground.

The floor began to rumble as the ground cracked and smoke began to rise beneath you revealing the red, fiery TNT that blew up from beneath them breaking the very ground and dirt they stood on making everyone lose their balance. Everyone started screaming, scrambling to get away from the constant chain of TNT slipping and falling on the debris, and the crevices that formed. You had started to run faster,and faster, sometimes you fell to your knees because of the ground shaking and breaking underneath you. You couldn’t look back but you heard screaming and you could only hope and pray no one fell into the big canyon the TNT made behind you. Your mind was not catching up your feet as you blindly followed Tommy into his own home, cutting around the whole kingdom. The rest followed close behind making their way into the house. 

Their clothes were tattered and dirty, singes from the fire were on their war uniforms and armor. As they scrambled for safety the arrows kept coming, hitting the house and the ground outside of it. You felt like this was it for you, your first friends, your enemies shooting arrows of fire at you through your so-called enemies house. You had to stay alive though, keep up the act, but right now you didn't really have to keep an act up because you were actually scared for your life.

The grass in front of Tommy's house was burning while the men gave Tommy all of their arrows. Wilbur commanded them to hail them with arrows. Arrows began burning through the walls breaking into their safe haven. To escape this situation Wibur had told all of them to scatter and make it harder for the archers to shoot them. They all did just that, playing on the defensive dodging the arrows that were hurled towards their way. 

Eventually the archers jumped off of the tower retreating towards a nearby river. The L'Manburgians currently had the high ground and You started shooting with arrows purposefully missing so you wouldn't hurt them.

"They are heading to Ponk's tower!" Tommy shouted.

You looked up to one of the highest towers in the kingdom. Damn.

"In that case we need to start heading towards Ponk's tower!" Tubbo yelled, ceasing his arrows trying to get the rest of them to follow his lead.

The men followed Tommy through his shortcuts to get to the base of Ponk's tower faster. Fundy went forward shooting at the others at the base of the tower. You, Eret, Tommy and Tubbo followed Fundy and started shooting and dodging as well. 

For now they have retreated towards the walls of L'Manburg hiding slightly below the top. Wilbur was there at first then the rest of the groups followed. The arrows couldn't reach them and the boys cheerfully pointed that fact out. Soon they had started slowly retreating as the sun went down in the distance. You sighed and cheered with the rest of the men that they finally stopped fire. Your heart still beating fast you looked behind you towards Eret sending each other a knowing glance.

The rest were cheering and complimenting each other until Eret spoke up.

"Gentlemen, I think we need to go back to our home." Eret said.

"I think you're right, Eret." Tommy agreed happily.

They made their way back to L'Manburg into the night with Tommy leading them for the last time tonight. Tommy and Wilbur were playfully bickering through the whole walk back to L'Manburg. It was a fun time filled with laughter and it was much needed after that whole war. Even though they all were beaten and tattered with burn marks and scratches, they kept smiling. It's crazy to think about.

The fun ended for you as they reached their destination. The extended walls of L'Manburg were in their sights and your heart rate picked up even more than it had before. This is the end. 

"Gentlemen in L'Manburg I have a secret weapon." Eret says, sparking a new conversation.

"What is it?" You asked playing dumb. 

"What is it?" Wilbur asked asked as well

"A secret weapon!?" Tubbo exclaimed.

"I feel like Eret is just going to pull out a giant missile." Fundy joked around and your breath hitched. If only they knew.

"But seriously, what do you mean you got a secret weapon?" Tommy spoke fast.

"I've been grinding for equipment, I've been grinding materials." Eret said not to give it away.

"Show us please!" Tommy exclaimed as they all entered L'Manburg once more today.

You joined in as well, "I haven't seen any of this show us Eret!"

You hated lying to them.

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"This is the final control room for you too!" Dream yelled with excitement showing the beautiful dark room. 

The chests were empty, there was a button on top of a podium, and there was a secret room where Dream and the rest would be hiding after the war. The plan was simple enough on paper. The two countries would fight until sun down and then Eret would lead the L'Manburgians to the final control room where he would press the button and then The citizens of L'Manburg would be killed and a life would be taken from them.

Dream has taught You about the life limit. Everyone in the kingdom had three lives and if all three lives were taken, there is no coming back. you felt weary taking away someone's life.

"This is where the battle will end." Dream said calmly

Currently it was just Eret and You with Dream. Dream kept explaining the mechanics of the room while they both listened. You kept slipping in and out of your mind at the moment.

This would be the end, he said. It will all come to an end and you will finally find your place in the huge kingdom. you can finally have closure. It will all come to an end.

"You two are on the right side of history, don't worry. Cause if you do this you'll be doing the kingdom a huge favor."

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"This way." Eret led the group into the final control room.

The men were astonished about the huge tunnel entrance to the room. They continue to rush down the tunnel to catch up to Eret.

"I'm excited to show you!" Eret cheerfully said as he walked. "They will never suspect a thing!" 

They all ended up in the final control room. You made sure to stand next to Eret making sure that they stayed together. you knew where to leave and when the button was pressed but you had a few minutes to play it off.

"WHAT?"  

"This is so cool!"

"What is this place?!"

"There's nothing in the chests." Wilbur said bluntly, as he turned to us still crouching because he opened the chests.

"Eret?" Tubbo asked.

Eret pressed the button and then the wall behind Wilbur opened and revealed Dream, Sapnap, George and Punz. The men started to scream in shock. They were getting attacked. Blood was being spilled and fire was burning down the whole final control room. Eret grabbed your hand pulling you to a secret wall, opening it to reveal stairs that led out of the final control room trying to protect you from getting hurt.

The L'Manburgians fought anyone they saw, but the others knew who specifically to kill. As the L'Manburgians fought for their lives you heard Wilbur yell out over all of the chaos.

"A TRAITOR! GET OUT GET OUT!"

Were you a traitor? Yes you were. They died. The fire around their bodies began to calm as their murders stood over their bodies breathing heavily. There was an orange and purple tint to the room. It looked unreal. This was it. Their bodies began to glow a light blue color and disintegrate showing that one of their lives was taken that day. This was the closure you wanted, but why did it feel like an unfinished symphony? Like it reached the climax of the song then ended.

It's over

Eret saluted to their disintegrating bodies and you followed suit.

"Down with the revolution boys! It was never meant to be."

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Wilbur's POV

"Eret how could you?" We sat on the burnt grass of L'Manburg waiting for one another to show up from being killed. 

This was what I suspected from the beginning. Sadly this is what I suspected from the beginning.

"Hey where's Y/N?!" Tubbo whipped his head frantically looking for her.

"They were a traitor as well." Fundy said sadly.

Tommy and Eret were facing each other. Tommy in L'Manburg's walls and Eret standing a few feet outside of them. It was a beautiful picture at this moment, very symbolic. 

Tubbo was talking to Eret in a distraught voice before Tommy had interrupted him. "Eret listen to me! And I mean this in the nicest way possible. You fucked up." Tommy said harshly to Eret.

Eret only smirked at this like the madman he is and spoke around him, "farewell gentlemen." And he left us in our ruins.

I had such high hopes for the two of them. Especially Y/N. I knew they were trying to find their home, their place in this huge world. Maybe they'll find it with Dream. That's not what I would've wanted, but they might want to stay there. they'll be back, they'll find their home soon.

"We'll meet again. I know you."

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