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lady-himbo · 4 years ago

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In Your Shadow

sort of Javier Peña x reader, platonic!Steve Murphy x reader (she/her pronouns; no Y/N used)

Javi keeps getting the credit for work he didn’t do, and she’s pissed. Chaos ensues.

Word count: 2500+

Warnings: angst and frustration, lots of cursing, potentially horrid Spanish (I’m learning, I promise), smoking

A/N: This is based on the song Shadow by Unlike Pluto. You can find pieces of the lyrics in the dialogue. You can also find the translations of everything said in Spanish at the end! Feel free to correct me on anything; like I said, I’m learning Spanish, and I appreciate any advice. <3

“... and thank you again to Agente Peña for providing this invaluable intel.” As the meeting adjourned and several individuals voiced their praise, she charged out of the briefing room and into the office, seething, death-gripping her files to her chest. Hot on her heels, Steve attempted to pacify her.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean to steal your thunder, honey. He’s just-”

“What? He’s just what, Steve? A senior agent? Running the show? A man? Tell me, what exactly justifies him getting credit for the shit I’ve worked months on?!” The files were starting to crumple in her grasp.

“Well, I don-”

“This isn’t even the first time he’s done it! He’s gotten recognition for my informants, my intel, my translations, my briefings, my goddamn livelihood!” Her voice was starting to raise in pitch and volume as tears gathered in her eyes. Steve held his hands up, trying to silently reason with her. “I can’t win, Steven! I work my ass off day and night for this fuckin’ job, only to have the rug pulled out from under me because I’m ‘not working as hard’ as holier-than-thou Javier goddamn Peña and his massive ego! I have to live under it and, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, it casts giant shadows!”

Unfortunately, the source of her rage had picked an inopportune time to waltz in. With only a second to register Steve’s panicked look, Javi might as well have wandered into the middle of a firing squad. The execution probably wouldn’t have been half as painful.

“You motherfucker!” she yelled, slamming the now torn and wrinkled papers onto her desk with a clatter. “You lying, power-hungry, manipulative bastard! You fuck every other woman you get the chance to, but you’ve decided to fuck my life instead! I’ve worked for fucking months; hundreds of hours and sleepless nights on this information, and you’ve taken all the credit! Again!”

Javi, oblivious to the full impact of this outburst, opted for the worst possible response. “Come on, sweetheart, we’re working as a team. Plus, you asked me to hand it in to Noonan. If you wanted to take credit for it so badly, you should’ve just talked to her yourself!” Steve visibly cringed and gestured for him to cut it out. Too late.

She stalked forward and, though Javi tried to back up, she had him backed into a corner. “You pompous ass! ¡Más tonto y no naces!” She’d broken out her Spanish. Oh boy. “I can’t even talk to Noonan because she always tells me to run my ideas by your incompetant ass! You cast a shadow over everything I try to do; it’s not like I can get anything worthwhile done when your massive ego’s towering over my ambitions!” She jabbed a finger into his chest, punctuating her words. “Nothing I’ve ever done here has ever mattered to the agency, because I live in your shadow and you’ve taken all of it from me! When will you move out of my way and stop treating me like a fucking doormat?!”

Javi was starting to get defensive, which was never a good sign, especially when Spanish started to get sprinkled in. “¡Oh, lo siento mucho!” he shot back sarcastically. “I wasn’t aware that all the work you get authorized by me to do was proprietary!”

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” she spat. “All you had to do was say the report was from me! It’s not proprietary, Peña, it’s my goddamn right to present the information that I spent my own money, overtime, health, and physical fucking safety to acquire! I’m sorry that I have a genuine interest in making sure this case gets handled right instead of spending my every waking moment getting my dick wet in my informants!”

A small group was starting to gather near the office, waiting to hear if Peña finally got his ass handed to him. This didn’t seem to bother either agent as they glared each other down. With Peña’s pride now on the line, no holds were barred, and he was ready to bust out personal attacks.

“Any competent agent would’ve just handed their shit in themselves, but no, you’ve gotta rely on someone else to do it for you.” He was livid; his pride had been damaged while he was riding the high of gloat and achievement, like getting laid and immediately being punched in the balls. She wasn’t letting this one go, and it was obvious he wasn’t either. “God! You’re like a cloud every time you walk in here, bitching about how little sleep you’re getting or how your work is piling up; a fuckin’ rain on my parade!” He stepped forward, crowding her, his posture more and more assertive with every word. “¡Madura de una vez! You’re an adult, a government agent, taking down a drug cartel run by Pablo fuckin’ Escobar! No one’s getting sleep, and it certainly doesn’t help when you’re whining about it! Maybe if you stopped, you’d have time to turn in your own reports and get the credit you don’t deserve!”

Escobar himself could’ve walked through the office and no one would’ve noticed. Javi’s mouth slammed shut the moment the words left, but they seemed to echo in the eerily silent office. Her shoulders sagged, and she stumbled back a few steps, trying to steady herself.

“Fuck, I-” Javi choked on his words. Her eyes were red, her cheeks stained, but her face was frighteningly level.

“Yeah, tienes razón.” Her voice was hollow, tired. “It’s always stormy lately. I guess I’m just under too much pressure; it’s driving me insane. There’s only one way to relieve it.” She slipped off her gun holster and unclipped her badge, pressing them into his chest. “I quit.” Without a second glance, she stormed out of the office.

Two weeks later, her desk was cleared out, her files and informants were on a list to be redistributed to the rest of the unit, and the office was uncomfortably heavy. Javi was smoking way more than usual, everyone avoided him like the plague, Steve was bored, the case was at a standstill, and the quiet was palpable. She was no longer a colorful presence flitting around the tables, leaving a rainbow of Post-it Notes in her wake, charting cell signals, calling out for advice, chatting on the phone in Spanglish, humming quietly or bobbing her head to the radio, popping up to refill her coffee cup and offering to refill everyone else’s every couple hours, then rushing off to the bathroom when she’d had too much. She was a constant presence the unit soon realized they’d taken advantage of.

The phone on Steve’s desk rang mid-morning, and he stifled a yawn as he picked it up. “Murphy,” he grunted.

“Hey, Stevie,” came a familiar voice. “¿Qué pasa?”

He brightened. “Hey, hon.” He felt some of the tension leave him, but it was still there. “We’re fuckin’ stuck. Nothing’s happening, everyone’s lifeless, and Javi’s still moping. Eso es lo que pasa.” He could hear her breathy laugh; she was always proud when he practiced his conversational Spanish with her. She’d told him she felt it was an honor he was comfortable enough to try it out around her. “What’s up with you?”

“Ahí vamos; he estado mejor. I’m sorry you have to deal with-” she stopped and huffed, then her words became muffled. “Tengo una cita con la embajadora, huevón. ¡Estoy al teléfono!” She yelped. “¡Tócame otra vez y te rompo la nariz!” There was a brief commotion, then a thump, and suddenly, her voice became clear again. “Sorry, I’m waiting on Noonan. I’m supposed to meet with her today to finalize my paperwork.”

Steve sighed. “You’re really going through with this, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” Another voice called her name in the background, then spoke quietly for a moment. “What?! ¿Qué quiere decir ‘no está aquí’?” The voice spoke again, then there was a pause. “Okay… Si, todo bien… Está bien. Listo.” Then, back to Steve: “Noonan didn’t show. Some emergency meeting. Just great; I guess I’m rescheduling.”

“Maybe it’s fate!” Steve teased, only half joking. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Javi trudge across the office to the coffee pot, give it a long, forlorn look, then trudge back towards his desk. His eyes were heavy, his shirt rumpled, even his mustache looked sad. As he plopped down amongst towers of papers, Steve cleared his throat and made a show of nestling the handset under his chin. “Well, whatever the case, that gives me time to convince you to stay with us. Your desk looks stupid empty.” Though he was deliberately looking away, he could see Javi’s head and shoulders snap up like he’d heard a gunshot. On the other end of the line, she laughed.

“Don’t try to sweet talk me, Murphy. I’d welcome the company, though.”

“Of course!” he replied, making sure his smile was as cheesy as possible. “I’ll meet you outside in a little bit?” She agreed.

Steve busied himself with pretending to look busy for the next half hour, then announced he was going to talk to Carrillo. As soon as he turned the corner and was sure he was out of sight, he watched Javi scramble out of his seat and out the door.

Outside the building, she was sitting on a bench, her back turned. Lazy wisps of cigarette smoke danced in the wind in front of her figure, and Javi suddenly felt very insecure. He called her name, uncomfortable with the way his voice wavered. She jumped, then, after a beat, slowly turned towards him. “Come mierda, Javier.” He didn’t let her words deter him, approaching the side of the bench. She glared up at him. “No me joda. I’ll finish up in a second and leave.” He wrung his hands, feeling small under her stare.

“I’m going to sit with you,” he declared.

“Please go,” she said, softer this time. “I just wanna feel the wind one last time before I leave. Just wanna look at this shitty masterpiece of a city; really take it in.”

He ignored her plea and sat, far enough away that he didn’t feel like he was ganging up on her. They just sat, and she took long, deep drags of her cigarette. After she eventually ground the butt into the pavement, he took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.” He left the declaration hanging in the wind for a moment, before plunging on. “I’m sorry for what I said, and what I’ve been doing to you. I’ve been a selfish asshole, and you were right to call me out on that. I’m not going to convince you to stay, because you don’t deserve to be dealing with my bullshit all the time. You’re talented and selfless and I never appreciated everything you sacrificed for us until it was gone. I just- fuck, I feel like such a piece of shit.”

“You are.” He blinked owlishly. “You’re a self-centered, impulsive manwhore with a weird mixture of self-hatred and a superiority complex. You’ve been a horrible coworker and I almost feel ashamed that I tried so hard to be your friend.” He ducked his head, trying to hide his mortification. “Almost.”

He peered back up at her, cocking his head in confusion. “That said, you’re a great agent, kind and sympathetic when you wanna be, passionate about the work we do, and, when you keep a level head, you’re fun to work with. I don’t know if I can forgive you right now for all the shit you did, but your apology goes a long way. I appreciate that.”

She took a deep breath, then stilled, staring out into the movement and noise of Medellín. He watched her for a few minutes, though it felt like hours. He watched the clenching and unclenching of her jaw, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the flutter of her eyelashes; all the details he’d been too busy to notice. “Penny for your thoughts?”

She looked over, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know. I’m just thinkin’ about life. What I want to do.”

“I know it doesn’t amount to much, but I’d like you to stay.”

“I can’t- I mean, I can, it’s just that- fuck, I don’t even know,” she mumbled, furrowing her brows to try to stop a tear from slipping down her cheek. “It’s just that, by all official records, I’m pretty much worthless here, y’know? All my abilities go unnoticed and it’s like I’m not even there. I know you don’t mean to stand above me, but you are, and the shadow I live under is killing me. It’s taken my job, my self worth, my… being. I can’t live like that anymore, constantly working at the precipice of death, of destruction, of failure, and the one thing I can do to help isn’t even appreciated as my own. It’s just… cold.”

Javi nodded. “After you left, I went up to Noonan and explained what’d happened; that I didn’t deserve any of the credit I’d been given.”

“Well, that’s not true! The things that you did you deserve credit for. You’re incredibly talented, Javi, just not with my intel.”

“But… you do deserve the credit I get. You deserve so much more than you‘ve ever gotten. What I said was so selfish.”

She grabbed his hand. “Javi, selfishness aside, I know you’re in a dark place. We all are. After all, we’re government agents ‘taking down a drug cartel run by Pablo fuckin’ Escobar’ and we don’t get any sleep.” She smiled at her usage of the words he’d berated her with weeks earlier. “I should’ve taken more initiative to turn in my own work; it was silly of me to put that on you. I know you’ve got your own mess going on. Plus, I said a lot of awful things right back. Most of them I meant, some of them I didn’t, but I could’ve handled it all a lot better. I’m sorry we didn’t work this out earlier.”

Javi squeezed her hand, feeling a little warm tingle in his stomach. “Me too.” He sighed, raking his other hand through his hair. “I- er, we really do need your help. You’re priceless.” She exhaled sharply, tilting her head back and forth as if weighing her options.

“Fine. I’ll talk to Noonan.” Javi’s face lit up. “But on two conditions.” He nodded. “One: I get recognition for my past and future work, and two: you promise to work with me and call on me if we have any issues. We can’t have these communication errors any longer if we’re gonna catch these bastards.” She paused, then smiled lightly. “Also, you owe me a lot of coffee.”

Just as Javi agreed, Steve came out of the building. He stopped a few paces from them, looking back and forth from Javi’s pink cheeks and goofy grin, her teary eyes, and their interlaced hands. “I’m sorry, what did I miss?”

She laughed as they pulled their hands apart and she wiped the tears away. “I’m keeping my job.”

“That’s amazing! …Peña, what did you dose her with?” Javi let out the fakest laugh he could, but smiled along with it. She sighed softly, the breeze dancing across her skin.

“All I want is to cast my own shadow.”

Translations:

¡Más tonto y no naces! - If you were any dumber, you wouldn’t have been born!)

¡Oh, lo siento mucho! -> Oh, I’m so sorry!

¡Madura de una vez! -> Grow up!

tienes razón -> you’re right

¿Qué pasa? -> What’s up?

Eso es lo que pasa. -> That’s what’s up.

Ahí vamos; he estado mejor. -> Fine, I guess; I’ve been better.

Tengo una cita con la embajadora, huevón. ¡Estoy al teléfono! -> I have an appointment with the ambassador, asshole. I’m on the phone!

¡Tócame otra vez y te rompo la nariz! -> Touch me again and I’ll break your nose!

¿Qué quiere decir ‘no está aquí’? -> What do you mean ‘she’s not here’?

Si, todo bien… Está bien. Listo. -> Yeah, all good… all right. Okay.

Come mierda -> Eat shit

No me joda. -> Don’t fuck with me.

#narcos #javier peña x reader #javier peña #f!reader #winnie writes

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fanficflaneuse · 5 years ago

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Sleepless

A/N: Hello, magical tumblr beings. First of all, I can't to thank you enough for all your love and support on my very first imagine ever (you can check it out here). I wrote yet another fluffy, sickly-sweet, absolutely self indulgent imagine. I hope you like this one as well!

Details:

Draco Malfoy x reader (she/her pronouns).

Words: 1689

Summary: the reader has insomnia and decides to roam the castle in the middle of the night. Fluff ensues.

Disclaimers: so Draco’s characterization here was a bit of a problem. It still bothers me a bit. This is fluffy and a bit pointless. Mentions of Dolores Umbridge.

(Y/N) got tired of tossing and turning in bed. The soft snoring of her roommates only made things worse. She peaked through the curtains of her four-poster bed and saw Hermione sleeping. Her best friend had fallen in the arms of Morpheus a while ago. And there she was, unable to close her eyes as the night seemed to stretch infinitely.

(Y/N) couldn’t remember a time in her life when she hadn’t suffered from insomnia. Usually, the sleeping draught helped her, but these days the stress around her was so overpowering she hadn’t even ventured into Madam Pomfrey’s realm for a small dose.

This year things were agitated to say the least. Pained by the tragedy at the Triwizard Tournament, Harry insisted that Voldemort was back. People were harsh. They mocked him, spread rumours about how he had lost his mind, accused him of lying. Some even claimed that he had murdered Cedric Diggory. She was one of Harry’s closest friends and she had her own reasons to believe him, which meant she was also a member of Dumbledore’s Army.

If the strain of running an underground society wasn’t enough, the fact that Dolores Umbridge had taken over the school gave plenty of reasons to drive anyone mad. The sickly-sweet pink lady was one of the most hateful people (Y/N) had ever met. She seemed to have taken a bow to make students’ lives miserable. She was dead set against Harry and the three people she, rather contemptuously, referred to as his “dream team”, which, of course, included her, along with Hermione and Ron.

The icing on the cake? (Y/N) had a crush. An annoying, deeply confusing crush on the one boy she definitely shouldn’t be ogling at. She blamed Snape for this. Hadn’t he decided that (Y/N) and Hermione had to be separated in his class, she wouldn’t have to seat next to the most hands...stupid and obnoxious Slytherin in the whole school. She wouldn’t have to talk to him every day, notice the little gestures that made him seem so vulnerable, so human. How his big grey eyes could hold so much emotion. How he had expressive eyebrows. How the corners of his lips curled just slightly in an awkward attempt to the friendly to her. How he’d fumble with his family ring and pout when he was confused. How he had this one single curl that wouldn’t be tamed regardless of how he combed his blond hair. How he would always treat her with kindness, albeit with a bit of playful cockiness, even when he was horrible to her friends.

Yes, it was totally Snape’s fault. Now, she not only had to deal with the butterflies and the blushing, the typical embarrassment of such situations, but also the guilt of liking a guy who’d call her best friends horrible slurs and created elaborate campaigns to discredit and embarrass them. What was wrong with her? She felt like a traitor.

If Ron thought Cho Chang could explode from an emotional overload, (Y/N) felt she could combust then and there.

Tired of being in bed, she pushed her covers and stood up. She slid into her linen night robe and slippers and left the room, swiftly and silently as a cat. It was not the first time (Y/N) roamed through the castle late at night. Walking helped to ease her mind and she found that the castle seemed more beautiful and enthralling the darker and lonelier it was.

(Y/N) was so distracted she didn’t realize she had unconsciously walked all the way to the astronomy tower. She decided to climb up, something she had never done in all of her nightly rounds. Once she walked through the door, (Y/N)’s gaze met those stormy grey eyes that gave her both butterflies and heartache at the same time. She gulped and took a few steps back. If she could’ve guessed, she probably looked terrified at the moment; he was, after all, part of Umbridge’s inquisitors.

“(Y/N) wait,” he said softly.

“Will you report me with Umbridge?” she asked, panicky.

“What? No. I just… what are you doing here?”

“I can’t sleep,” she shrugged.

She turned around to leave when she heard him whisper a “me neither” that sounded a bit desperate. She pictured his lips curled down ever just slightly and, finding the image adorable, decided to turn around. (Y/N) found him fiddling with his ring, which made her smile. He looked so shy and a cute that she couldn’t believe it was the same guy who could make her knees buckle with one of his infamous cocky smirks. She walked towards him while crossing her arms, suddenly self-conscious of her choice of outfit.

“Why so shy?” he asked, trying to go back to his cocky, confident persona, complete with checking her out. He thought he had nailed it until she raised an eyebrow in response, which made him cringe at his choice of words.

Draco Malfoy was used to having his walls so frighteningly high it was conflicting for him to interact with someone he actually wanted to let in. With her, her smart questions, her kind smile, the way he treated him as an equal and how she seemed to be interested in what he actually had to say, he felt the façade crumbling to bits. With his walls down, though, his “suave” persona turned a bit to dust. Around her, he felt dorky. Draco Malfoy dorky? Merlin, if his father knew this.

“Why can’t you sleep?” she asked absentmindedly, completely disregarding his last question. He noticed how her gaze shifted to the sky, her face full of wonder. He looked back at the stars as well and spotted Orion immediately.

“I have a lot in my mind,” he answered, “what about you?”

“Me too,” she answered.

“That’s Taurus, right?” she asked, pointing at the wrong constellation.

Draco smiled. Whenever they finished their work with a few minutes to spare, they would seat down and talk about their interests. Astronomy and Greek mythology were amongst the many topics they covered. He shared his knowledge on the first and learned about the later.

The conversation then changed topics and they found themselves sitting on the floor, backs against the railing, sharing laughs and jokes and experiences. It was the first time they had the chance to have a full-on conversation, to ramble, laugh and be unapologetically friendly. Usually, their conversations ended after the bell rang. Tonight, they could talk for as long as they wanted to. Make each other blush as many times as they wanted to. Seat as incredibly close to each other as they wanted to. No one was waiting for the outside of the classroom, nobody would judge or mock them for being friendly with the other. Suddenly, (Y/N) was not mad that the night seemed to stretch infinitively.

“So, you believe Potter,” Draco pointed out.

There was a bit of fake annoyance in his voice. The conversation taken a more serious tone when she mentioned something about his inquisitorial squad.

“He is my best friend,” (Y/N) answered, shrugging once again.

“Pansy is my best friend and I don’t believe half of the things she says,” Draco stated, trying to light up the mood once again. He mentally patted his back when (Y/N) laughed.

“If there is one person that truly knows Harry is not lying it’s you, Draco”.

She said this without a trace of malice in her voice. She was merely stating a fact. Draco could’ve pretended he was offended, he could’ve scoffed and stormed off, how dare she imply he and his family had something to do with the Dark L Volde You Know Who? He could use that to stand up, close that door and never see her again, not have to deal with the terrible crush he had on her. But here’s the thing, he didn’t want to do any of that. He wanted to keep talking to her now and every single day. He wanted to see if she felt that same tickling in his stomach whenever he was around. And he wanted to kiss her. So so badly.

Besides, everybody knew his parents had connections to the Dark Lord. And his father…his father had been acting rather strangely when he got back home from his fourth year. He had talked nonsense all summer. It hadn’t taken him too long to connect the dots. He knew Voldemort was back. There was no doubt about it. But until he decided to reveal himself, he had to play his part. And thus, the whole Potter stinks campaign had started.

“(Y/N/N)…” he looked down, sad and ashamed.

She put her hand on his arm and their eyes met again. Draco was transfixed. (Y/N)’s heart was pounding hard on her chest. She leaned in slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of his reaction. Their noses were almost touching. She put one of her hands gently on Draco’s cheek and he leaned into her touch. The both closed their eyes as their lips finally touched. The kiss was slow at first, a bit shy even. But then they got comfortable with each other, his hands travelled to her waist, the hand that wasn’t on his cheek tangled in his blond hair. The kiss became hungrier. He bit her lip, she slithered her tongue into his mouth.

When they finally pulled away, Draco looked at (Y/N)’s flushed face and found himself absolutely smitten.

“I fancy you, Draco” she blurted out.

Draco gave her a huge, wholehearted smile. She smiled back.

“I fancy you too, (Y/N/N),” he said as he caressed her hair softly.

The kissed again and again, sweet chaste kisses and pecks that made them both erupt in giggles. Draco felt on cloud nine. (Y/N) couldn’t believe what was happening. That night, they didn’t speak of every possible way in which things could possibly go wrong. They didn’t talk about Draco’s concerns and certainties, about the war to come. They didn’t talk about (Y/N)’s guilt about her friends. They just kissed and talked and held each other all night.

And it was a beautiful night.

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x female reader #harry potter imagines #draco malfoy inserts #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco x you #reader inserts #x reader #draco malfoy x y/n

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katsukis-sad-angel · 5 years ago

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FatSquadCanons; During and right after the Chisaki arc

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu x Reader, Eijirou Kirishima x Reader, & Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Summary: The Fat Gum squad and their girlfriends/wives/fiancees during and right after the Chisaki Arc in My Hero academia

Warnings: Sex talk, slight angst, mentions of intercourse, cock-warming, swearing, cuteness

Author’s Note: That gif below brought back the sun, cured my depression, got rid of my anxiety, cured the coronavirus, and made Jesus rise from the cross and beat the shit out of Pontious Pilate

Enjoy!

Taishiro Toyomitsu

Mostly SFW

Misses you

A LOT

You’re so pretty and happy and you give the best hugs and have the sweetest voice so being deprived of those things for so long…

But he had to focus

They had to save Eri, so he couldn’t have your elegant features staining the cloth of his mind right now

You, on the other hand, try and cope with your worry, lust, and sadness by rolling up in his spare hero hoodies and his big black shirts because they’re warm and they smell just like him

You miss the way he held you in his arms as though you were made of porcelain, the way he kissed your lips like it was the last time, his big, warm, soft stomach you could sink into, the twisty blonde hair you loved combing your fingers through, his big smile, his huge hands, his hugs, his lips, his dick, and his laugh

That chuckle...

It would be the death of you

You just wanted to be back in his arms… or in his lap…

Or under him while he fucked your brains out

Pick one

He hasn’t been home in 2 whole week

So your touch starved as fuck, hungry for dick, lonely, sad, and worried

You’ve been eating dinner alone and the news has been on nonstop

So when he comes home with bandages all over his scraggly, skinny yet buff body, you immediately start bawling your eyes out

You’re so happy he’s safe and alive

He holds out one of his arms to you and you stumble from your chair and collapse into his arms

“Tai! Oh, my god!”

He picks you up and carries you to the couch like the goddess you are and lays down with you, kissing your cheeks, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he missed you until your stormy sobs have calmed to the occasional violent hiccup

“Honey bear, it’s ok. I’m here now. Don’t cry sweetheart…”

I want him to call me ‘honey bear’

The two of you lay there for the rest of the day

You get up occasionally to get your man food and to take a piss, but that’s about it

Refuses to let go of your waist even though his stomach sounds like a possessed garbage disposal

“Don’t worry about me Y/n, I’m fine. Just stay here, ok?”

You rest your head on his chest to listen to the beat of his heart

Nice pecs pillow

Forehead kisses, ear nibbles, ass and thigh grabs, hand kisses, etc

He’s all over you

He thinks you such a beautiful goddamn queen through the bright red tearstains and the evidence of emotional eating that had gathered on your hips

He tells you that, just the part about your cute and squishy hips

You end up falling asleep like that under a pile of blankets

NSFW

The very next day, as soon as you’re up, you start riding him like a horse

“That’s it babygirl, be a nice little cowgirl for me. Just like that~”

“Did you miss my cock while I was gone?” He’ll whisper in your ear, sucking on one of your piercings

“Yes, fuck yes I did Tai!”

Holds your bouncing hips with the one hand that works, kisses you, sucks tiddy, and makes sure you get off at least twice before he does

When he’s done, you collapse on his chest, panting

For a couple of hours, you lay there cock warming him because he asked you to

Then his stomach started up again and you got off and fed him everything in the house while naked because he asked you too

The end

Because you asked me too

Tamaki Amajiki

SFW

…

Poor sweet elf boi

Doesn’t really know how to cope

Spends a lot of time locked in his room

You notice he’s eating less

When he allows you to come into his room, he’s always wearing one of the hoodies you let him have

On those nights, there isn’t a lot of talking, but there is a lot of cuddling

He rests his head either on your chest or your stomach, wraps his muscley arms around your waist and holds you close

Whispers ‘I love you y/n.’ every so often

You’re really worried about him

His pretty black eyes are dull, he slouches more, Mirio can’t cheer him up, you can’t cheer him up, his indigo floof droops a little, dark bags under his eyes, stutters a lot more → talks even less than before, he looks sad, and is jumpy

He’s been really distant too

Staring off into the distance, completely zoned out and lost in his thoughts

24/7

So one day when he comes back from patrol with that spunky redhead and Fatgum, you go to his room and knock

No answer

You knock again

Still no answer

You fumble with the doorknob, but it’s locked

Using your quirk, you manage to get it open

“Tama, why is your-”

“Tamaki?”

Tamaki Amajiki was rolled up in several blankets, making him look like an adorable burrito

He was struggling to escape his warm cocoon, squeaking softly as he attempted to get his arms out

He blushed as soon as you saw him and then tried to hide his face in embarrassment, but you didn’t let him sink too far

You smiled indulgently and helped him unroll

“Tamaki, if you were cold then- Wait… are those my socks?”

“Yes.” He mumbled, hiding his face in your shoulder

You giggled

“Don’t be embarrassed Tama! If you want my clothes, just ask!”

You wrap your arms around him and pull him down so you’re laying comfortably in his bed together

“How are you doing?” You coo, stroking his soft indigo locks

“Awful.” He mumbled, burying his face in your chest

“I’m sorry to hear that…” You reply, tracing the indent on the back of his neck, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes. But I’m not allowed.”

“Oh. That’s ok. I don’t mean to be insensitive, but just try not to think about it. I know it’s hard and you’re under a lot of pressure, but tonight, just think about me. Or takoyaki. Or Nejire and Mirio.”

“You smell good.” He whispered bashfully, “New perfume?”

“Mm-hm! You like it?”

“Yup.”

“Good.”

You smiled sweetly, letting his soft voice (I love you Aaron Dismuke) play its melody over and over again in your brain

You were so lucky

You kissed his forehead and whispered, “If you need someone to talk to, I’m right here Tamaki. Ok?”

He nodded sleepily, eyelids drooping from lack of sleep

“I love you bunny.”

“Sweet dreams.” You sigh, relaxing in his safe embrace

NSFW

Don’t get me wrong, Tamaki is one of the sweetest, kindest, most adorable yet hot guys EVER, but he isn’t some fucking pushover

He’s domming your sorry ass in bed, whether you like it or not

He’s got tentacles

TENTACLES

GOOD HENTAI ANIME = TENTACLES

And he fucking knows how to use them to make you scream

He also has a cow hoof you can stretch yourself on

What happens if he eats noodles?

But that’s beside the point

Tentacles

With those, he can tease you, tie you up, make you cum, squirt, serve as a second dick for ur arse, put them in your mouth, etc etc etc

Anything you can imagine

Picture this: Tamaki is fucking your from behind, buried to the hilt in your cunt. Two tentacles trapping your arms against your back, one in your ass, one in your mouth, and one massaging your throbbing clit

You’re overstimulated, moaning, and crying from the pleasure, pain, and overwhelming arousal

“Do you like my tentacles Bunny? Does it feel good?”

“So wet for me… such a pretty Bunny when I fuck you like this.”

“More? Greedy bunnies get punished~”

Loves it when you’re all needy, hot, and bothered underneath him, begging for just a simple touch

It makes him feel really strong and happy

Knows it feels good because you make the most erotic faces

Nuts almost immediately when you do → tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream, and cheeks flushed

Aftercare?

You won’t even remember the accidental scratch you got from the lobster claw

Sore pussy and/or ass?

Hickeys?

Dry throat?

Hungry?

Anything marring the beautiful expanse of skin before him?

Gone

He’ll massage you, give you a bath, food, water, endless kisses, hums to you softly, bandage you up (if need be) and tuck you in

He NEVER wants to lose you to someone else, so he makes ABSOLUTELY sure, you’re 100% feeling loved at the end

He loves you so much

Never forget that

Eijirou Kirishima

Mostly SFW

Baby boy…

He has been very distant since this whole thing started

No more study and cuddle sessions (where you normally end up fucking)

Fewer hugs and kisses

No big girl fun time in bed

Not as many baby shark doot doo doo doo doo smiles

*author drowns in utter despair*

All you have are the clothes you steal from his closet every now and then

(every time you’re in his room) cough

So while boi is being a distant and depressing fuck, you bundle up in all 11 of his Crimson Riot hoodies (some of them are used as pants) and think about him

His garnet irises, his adorable sharp-toothed smile, his killer upper body, his soft red hair, his voice (thank you Justin Cook), his hands, his dick, his manliness, the tiny scar above his eyebrow, and his sharp jawline

Perfection

Kiri, on the other hand, wonders why you’re spending so much time in your room all alone and why fuck cuddle nights stopped

Right when he needed all of the love and support, it stopped

Were you mad at him?

Did he do something to upset or offend you?

Did he say something rude or insensitive without thinking about it?

Did you get tired of him?

Did you want to break up?

Had Bakugou finally stolen your heart from him?

He couldn’t tell

You looked to upset all the time, giving him distant looks, suddenly running to your room with your eyes full of… shit, were those tears?

No, not eyes full of shit

Eyes full of tears

Come on guys

He ran after you, but by the time he got to your hallway, you were already locked in your room

He knocked on the door

“Who… Who is it?” You whimpered in a choked voice

“Uh, Eiji… your boyfriend…” He said softly, running a hand through his softened locks, “Can I come in?”

“I…” You pause, “I guess. Gimme a minute.”

Shuffling sounds

*nose-blowing*

Then the door opened to reveal a slouching you in one of his hoodies

You had a used tissue scrunched in your fist

“Babe, are you ok? You’ve been acting really weird lately and I’m worried!” Said the pure ginger shark

“E-Ever s-since you s-started that work-study, you’ve been r-really d-distant so I thought you might’ve f-found someone else. Either that or you j-just needed t-time alone.” You whimpered, holding back tears for what seemed like the billionth time that day

“Baby girl, no one could ever replace you!”

Sharky pulls you into a hug

“I’m sorry you thought that Y/n. I’ve just been really zoned out because I’m trying to balance school, work-study, and our relationship all at once. I really need those study nights honey, I’m begging you. You explain stuff so simply and your notes are really descriptive. I love you so much and I don’t like it when you’re sad, because then I’m sad and then everyone is sad.”

“Eiji… I’m sorry, don’t blame all this on your self. I’m just being a whiny bitch.”

“Don’t say that!!”

“But I-”

You were cut off by a kiss

Eijirou cupped your flushed cheek tenderly with one hand, and with the other, he held the small of your back so you were flush up against him

“Eijirou…”

That night, you fall asleep on his chest, but Kiri can’t sleep

His phone on your nightstand flashes and he carefully picks it up, turning down the brightness so as not to disturb you

Apparently, it’s time

Carefully, he slips out of bed to join Midoriya, Ochaco, and Tsuyu downstairs

NSFW

When all of that is over and Kirishima is in your arms safe and sound again, he gets down on you before you even pull out your flashcards

Presses you back into the carpet and starts sucking your face

“Eiji? Wha-”

“Sssh.”

Clothes start flying everywhere except away from you and your horny boyfriend, who has moved onto your neck and jawline, kissing and nipping along your collarbones and mandible

You thread your shaking fingers through his pretty red hair

“So wet for me already?”

“Mmmh, you smell so good…” Eijirou moaned, sucking your puffy clit, his hands clamped on your hips to prevent you from bucking or squirming

“M-More… please, more! I need more Eiji~”

“Did you miss me, or just my cock?”

“Both- fuuuuck~ Eijirou oh my gOd~”

“You like that sweetie? Huh? Tell me how much you like it~”

…

*coughs*

You can hardly walk the next day

But don’t worry

Kiri will treat you like a queen and carry you around until you fall off or feel better

No studying happened unless you count Eiji learning to make you squirt

Otherwise, no

Neither of you did anything productive

But you did have a fun, sensual evening with the person you loved most

Nighteye Squad hc’s coming soon!

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iwillhaveamoonbase · 4 years ago

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Replay ch. 3

Chapter is rated M

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Rayla got up at seven, eyes heavy from the lack of sleep last night. “Noooo. UGH.” She turned to angrily glare at her alarm that had interrupted her rain noises. Aberdeen wasn’t the rainiest place in the world, but the sound of a rain storm always helped put her to sleep. Her mum and da always joked she was named ‘Rayla’ because she was born right when the moon shone through a stormy night.

Rayla went through her emails quickly, making a note in her phone to call both sets of her parents this weekend. She missed the days in Scotland when Runaan would speak French with her and talk cheese or helping Ethari in his jewelry business. Runaan ran the books while Ethari ran the artistic side, his work with metal and jewel placement both tasteful and modern while taking classic elements from Celtic art.

Her parents had yet to retire from being bodyguards, but they regaled her with stories of Africa and Asia and Australia, how kind people were, the different foods and cultures. Sometimes, she wished she could have grown up going with them. Other times, she knew they had made the right choice leaving her with Runaan and Ethari. They wouldn’t have had much time for her anyways.

Sighing, she rolled out of bed. She had a breakfast date with Corvus before she had to be at the office. God. She hated those pricks sometimes; a lot of old money lived in that office. She had thought she was leaving classism behind when she did her study abroad in the States for her law degree. Apparently, America just hid their classism really well instead of openly displaying it like they did back in the UK.

She lived well, was paid well, did better than anyone had expected her to do, probably. She had been more focused on athletics as a kid, leading Runaan to force her into ballet (‘you already know some French. It’s perfect!’), Ethari insisting on Irish step dance (‘Lain’s mother was Irish. It’s a world wide sensation, Rayla!’), and her own parents signing her up for kickboxing when she was in high school during their vacation from work. Her teachers had been frustrated that she was smart but didn’t ‘apply herself’ whatever that meant. She got good grades, did better in college, got into law school in another country, and passed the bar. She could apply herself just fine. She just liked to be active.

Rayla sighed as she stepped into the hot water of her shower. She had made a good choice buying this shower head. Slowly, she felt the burn that had started last night begin to build back up again. Green eyes entered her mind again, as well as a voice that she would love to hear calling her name out while she rode him. ‘Calm down, Rayla.’ She couldn’t meet Corvus horny. Rayla sighed, putting her forehead against the shower wall before starting to massage her breast. She tried to imagine it was Callum’s hand stroking her, dipping down to touch between her thighs where she ached.

Would his hands be soft or rough? There hadn’t been any obvious calluses when she had shaken his hand at the cheese shop. She moaned, dipping her fingers into her wet heat. Her thighs rubbed together as she tried to chase that elusive release. She didn’t have time for this. The more she tried to speed up, the more it just wasn’t happening. Growling in frustration, she tried to play with her clit, breathing deeply as she finally found a rhythm that was working. Rayla bit her bottom lip and sighed as she came, inwardly crowing with satisfaction. There was no worse start to a day than being unable to cum after a wet dream or being too horny to function.

She washed and dried off, stretching her muscles before dressing. The green pantsuit and black top showed off her toned figure without drawing too much attention to any one place. Her heels made her even taller and, hopefully, a little intimidating to jerky clients or coworkers. She grabbed her purse and went out the door. When she finally made it to her car, she leaned her head on the steering wheel. Had she really started her day off by masturbating to a guy she met YESERDAY?

She shook her head, driving off until she made it to the little café she and Corvus frequented. Corvus also worked in the same building, but for a different law office, specifically divorce. Rayla had no idea how he did it, but someone had to. She saw Corvus at their usual table, smiling at something on his phone. “Your boyfriend sent you a naughty text?”

Corvus smirked back up at her. “Nope. Just something about one of my latest clients. Well, their soon-to-be-ex.”

“Good news or bad news?”

“Well, considering it’s a custody case, it’s good for my client.”

“Abuse?” Rayla frowned.

“I would not be smirking if that was the case. No. Apparently, the ex has been mismanaging the children’s money. Lying about putting it in a back account for them and spending it on gambling debts.”

“You don’t call that abuse?” Rayla smiled up at the waiter who came over, ordering an earl grey, a coffee to go, and an omelet.

“Thank you,” Corvus nodded to the waiter. “I do, personally, but everyone views that differently. The children were never struck, no record of emotional, mental, or oral abuse. It seemed like it was going to go 50-50 custody, which tends to be the ideal situation, but my client was concerned about the gambling problem.”

“So best case scenario, gambler’s anonymous and supervised visits eventually leading to 50-50 custody?”

“Best case scenario. Probably won’t happen, but we can all hope.”

Rayla shook her head. “I don’t know how you do it. I didn’t do criminal law or divorce law because I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing evidence of child abuse all day.”

“It’s a lot. We try to spread those cases around as much as we can, because it gets to be too much when it’s all you see. When police reports come into play, it’s even worse.” Rayla nodded. “While you work for old money. Tell me, how’s Kasef doing?”

“Hitting on me, again. Got upset when I told him off for glaring at a guy in a cheese shop for asking me a question.”

“He comes down to our office on his breaks and hits on half the women there.”

“Believe me, I know. His father gets really upset about it.”

“How is Mr. Ahling?”

“Still insisting we call him ‘Mr. Ahling’ and not the proper ‘Mr. Patel.’ His health is starting to go downhill, so we’re hoping his daughter graduates soon and can start to learn how to take over the office.”

Corvus shook his head, smiling at the waiter with her when they brought their food. “Thank you. I’m telling you, join our office. You could be really good at gathering information.”

“Thank you, but, no thanks. I grew up believing in true love with both sets of my parents. I’d like to continue believing in it.”

“You still believe in love. I love my boyfriend so much we’re moving in together.”

“Well, congratulations to you both. You moving in to his apartment or is he moving into your’s?”

“Mine’s bigger and closer to both our jobs.”

They talked work for a few more minutes, keeping an eye on the time. Rayla sighed as she looked at Corvus. “I’ve got a favor to ask.”

“My hairdresser would love to do your hair. Those layers are cute, but maybe you need a new look.”

“Ha ha. My hair’s fine, thanks. You remember me mentioning a guy in the cheese shop?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, he asked to draw me. He said it’s cool that I brought a friend and I would like to bring you. I don’t really have any other friends in the city.” She finished her tea, opening the lid of her coffee to put some cream in.

“He seem legit?”

“I saw his art. He also runs a YouTube channel with his friends and little brother?”

“What’s his name?”

“Callum Evans.”

“Katolis Squad!” Corvus smiled, clapping his hands together.

“You know them?”

“Of course. They do a lot of food stuff. I found this café because of one of their videos. Also, my boyfriend’s a baker, remember? Ezran and Claudia do a series on baking and sweets and he likes to watch them. Callum Evans is also kind of known in the art scene in town and I’ve met his aunt a few times. Lovely lady, so’s her wife.”

“Huh. Apparently, I’m out of it.”

“You just arrived in Katolis last year. I grew up here. You remember my boyfriend’s beignets you liked so much?”

“Those were delicious.”

“Ezran’s recipe. His grandmother’s friend was from Louisiana and she taught him how to make them like it’s done in the French-Quarter.”

“Huh. So, you’ll come with me?”

“Sure. Callum Evans seems harmless, but since he already approved it, might as well take advantage.”

“Agreed. I can take care of myself, but, you never know.”

“Where’s it going to be?”

“At his house. He said he has an art studio there. At least, that’s what he implied. I’m waiting for a text from him to iron out the details.”

“Maybe he’ll ask to draw you nude?” Rayla flushed red at that, looking down at her almost finished breakfast. “Oh? Something you want to share with the class? A reason you were distracted during kickboxing last night, perhaps?”

Rayla glared up at him, taking a few harsh bites of her omelet. She swallowed, keeping eye contact with him. “He’s cute, I’m single, that’s it.”

“He’s single.” Rayla paused. “He broke-up with his last girlfriend months ago. She made a big Instagram post about it, saying they wanted to focus on their careers. Which was weird because no one even knew they were in a relationship.”

“So, he’s probably used to people trying to use him for fame.”

“Most likely. He keeps to himself.”

“I saw that when I went digging online. His step-father’s the governor and his mother was in the military for a few years, rising through the ranks very quickly.”

“Yeah. They try to keep their channel separate from all that, though. People are always asking them questions about it and they’ll either ignore it or say they aren’t a mouthpiece for Harrow Williams.”

“Fair. I’ll text you the details. I’ve got my coffee, gotta go.” Rayla put a $20 on the table and waved good-bye to Corvus, leaving to head to the office. Well, this just got even more interesting, didn’t it?

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Callum rubbed his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling. All night, he had dreamed of Rayla. Her white hair down and around bare shoulders, purple eyes starting deep into his. ‘Come on, Callum. Make me feel good.’ He tossed and turned in his bed, suddenly thankful for the fact he lived alone. His cock was at attention and it was not going to be going down any time soon. Rolling out of bed, he took his sleep clothes off as he made his was to his shower. He winced at the cold water, but sighing in relief as his erection went down. He had no time to rub one out. He was already running late for his meeting with Ezran, Soren, and Claudia. They had to go over whether or not to actually hire a crew now that their channel had six million subscribers.

It would be a smart move. Claudia’s home-made beauty series was getting a lot of attention, as were her and Ez’s baking series. Soren and Ezran’s sub channel and Twitch channel was getting a lot of attention in the video game community for their let’s plays and commentary. Even Callum’s art sub channel was getting more and more attention. He was just worried about going bigger because, if they did, what if drama followed? It had been a PR nightmare when his ex-girlfriend had posted on Instagram about going their separate ways for their careers. Callum had asked her to keep it between them because he wanted to keep his personal life and his YouTube life separate. She had apparently felt that, after they broke-up, what he wanted didn’t matter.

As he quickly ate breakfast, he couldn’t get the idea of Rayla from his dreams or of her in a forest out of his head. Those eyes haunted his every though. ‘She’s a freaking fae. That must be it.’ Callum rubbed his eyes again, sighing. He sent a quick text to Rayla asking if she would be alright with her modeling for him in the woods outside of town. She would probably say ‘no’, but Callum needed to get this image out of his head and out of his system. He had just met her and she was distracting him already. Still, Callum wasn’t so sure he could ever get someone like her out of his system. Even if they had sex a week straight, he would probably still crave her. ‘Stop getting ahead of yourself, Callum. She’s probably in a relationship, you just want to draw her, and you have other things to focus on right now.’

All day, as the group discussed the benefits to do YouTube full-time, barring Ezran because he was still in college, a Scottish accent and a pair of soft eyes stayed in the back of his mind. Beckoning him to find her and take her under a waterfall in the forest. Would she scratch and like it rough or did she like to go soft and slow, like a wave?

Ezran snapped his fingers in his face. “Callum, focus.”

“Right. So, I think taking a step forward is a good idea��.” He didn’t have time to be thinking about faeries in suits from Scotland.

#rayllum #rayllum fanfic #tdp #the dragon prince #au #replay #moonbase fanfics

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unseelie-bitch · 4 years ago

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Season 2 Episode 10: Reaching for the Sky

Sky why are you so aggressive and ominous

Lol class REPLACED

"Good morning master Darkar" the witches say in unison like it's a school assembly

"Will you offically make me your main witch?" FIRST OF ALL ICY the others are RIGHT THERE and SECOND OF ALL I literally love how often they use this pun I'm still not sick of it's so funny

I love this background character who's winx form involves a full on jester hat like... imagine you're a fairy and you finally tansform and you look like comicbook Harley Quinn

Not sure you can just attack students like that but okay Griselda. Is there no like... magical child protection services

Aww Flora's so soft

THE TRIX

M a y h e m g l o b e

Brandon oh my god this is all your fault

Okay Bloom's voicemail message is ADORABLE Stella and Musa really there hyping up their girl

I love that Techna came too like what a squad

Ayy Helia is here!

WITCHES EVIL LAUGHTER

"Remember: never use the elevator in an emergency" Stormy out here with the life advice as she sets it on fire

"Hi sweets" Darcy PLEASE

These gals really just wanted to roast Darcy's ex

Stormy literally doesn't give two shits about the codex she just wants to cause problems and I support her

"Aww, it's my favourite fairy" Icy this is why people ship you with Bloom

"Alright Stormy, go ahead and show them your new powers" *Icy and Darcy proceed to get out of the way as Stormy's eyes light up* LITERALLY ADORABLE OMG IMAGINE STORMY JUST WANTS TO PLAY WITH HER NEW MAGIC

Just confirming the Helia now goes to Red Fountain as they're sprinting through the corridor

NO FLORA

"How do you think this thing works?" "Oh who cares, let's just blow it up" sorry did Stomry and Darcy just switch personalities or is Darcy just 110% Done With This Shit

"Wait - there's a riddle on it!" *Stormy gets electrocuted* "...sorry I didn't see it" she 100% did didn't she

Stormy is in PAIN and y'all are just juding their choice of riddle items

Darcy trying to get Icy to put the feather on just in case it's wrong is super iconic and on brand of her

Oh Darcy looked so scared

I like that they're actually gonna figure out the riddle while the others are under a non-aggression spell

Oh damn Icy did it! "It worked - the Red Fountain equals pomposity" I mean WHERE IS THE LIE

I love that this pixies put Icy under a kindness spell - also she asked for help imagine

"No don't stop it, this could be good for her!" Stormy has picked a side

"Yeah whatever wi-atch, I heard what you said!" Oh no this isn't going to end well for my girl Stormy

Sky isn't breathing lol

"Bloom you might as well dump Sky. He's going to be asleep for a hundred years - at least" Icy why are you so concerned with who Bloom's dating

Oop Bloom cried and now her hair's floating while she glows

Oh. Yay. Sky's awake.

#winx rewatch #winx club

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duker42 · 5 years ago

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💜Levi’s First💜 Part 1 of 2 Levi x Reader

💜Levi’s First💜 Part 1 of 2

*****WARNING*****NSFW

Levi’s POV:

‘Finish it, you fucking idiot, and maybe you can get some sleep. It’s the only way this is going to happen. Humanities Strongest Soldier.....Tch, I couldn’t get laid if I paid for it.’ I think darkly, as I stare down at my hand.

‘Why did I decide to do this?’ Insomnia plagues me, so I decided to use the age-old advice of pleasuring myself to try and relax. This is how I find myself in the Officer’s showers at 3 am with my cock in my hand.

‘Maybe, if you weren’t always such a fucking asshole, some girl might want to get close to you’ I glower, as I think about THAT some girl. Her face flashes in my mind and I use my imagination to visualize how she would look without her Scout’s Uniform as I pump myself. I close my eyes and imagine it’s her hand wrapped around me as I increase the pace. Suddenly, I hear a quiet gasp, and my eye’s pop open and fill with horror.

‘OH, FUCK’

(Y/N)’s POV:

I had been tossing and turning for hours, unable to find rest. Tomorrow was a big day, with final evals and Squad assignments being handed out. I need to be in top form, so I can be picked by Captain Levi for the Special Operations Squad. It was mainly because his squad is the elite scouts, but secretly, a portion of it was because I have a major crush on the Captain himself.

I huff and make my decision, I’m going to go to the Officer’s showers and masturbate. No one should be there and they had an amazing bench seat that I can sprawl out. I know it’s clean, I had the unfortunate pleasure of cleaning earlier.

I quickly gather my towel and clothes in the dark and make my way quietly down to the showers. Entering with stealth, I strip in the outer room and make my way around the corner, eager for the hot water and pleasure that awaits.

I stop short and gasp at the image in front of me. Captain Levi…..amazingly laid out for my eyes to feast upon. The raven haired man was seated on the same bench, leaned back, with his eyes closed with a furrowed brow and bitting his lip. His hand was gliding up and down his cock.

Staring wide-eyed at the image in front of you, his steely grey eyes open and lock onto my gaze. “HOLY FUCK!”

Levi’s POV:

‘Fucking shitty luck’ “(Y/N)!!! What the fuck are you doing in here?!?!?!” I growl out as I try and cover myself with both hands and desperately will my cock to deflate. But it’s so goddamn hard and throbbing as I take in the vision before me.

(Y/N) was even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Her (h/c) hair was longer than I realized, pulled from the tight bun she normally wore it in. It fell in soft waves to the lower curve of her back. Her breasts were full and high with tight dusky nipples that I would kill to suckle on. A flat, toned stomach leads down to wider hips, that my fingers itch to dig into. Her thighs looked lush and her core seemed devoid of hair.

Her (e/c) eyes are wide and slightly glazed, and her lush lips formed in a perfect “o” shape in her shocked state.

“(Y/N)!!!! What are you DOING here???” I repeat as my eyes dart around, looking for my fucking towel. ‘Fuck, I left it in the goddamn outer room.’

I close my eyes in eternal embarrassment, my entire body flushing red.

“The same thing.” I hear coming from her direction in a strangled voice. I open my eyes and look at her. Her breathing is hitched, like she just ran 20 laps, and she is still staring at my groin.

(Y/N)’s POV:

‘He’s beautiful...’ The thought flashes through my mind as I run my hungry gaze all over his body. Jet black hair, styled in an undercut, pushed back from his face, stormy grey eyes frame a face, normally expressionless, that is currently twisted in a state of shock. His normally pale skin is blushing. Broad shoulders, perfectly sculpted abs that leads down to a dusting of trim hair surrounding a surprisingly thick, long cock. I am robbed of the sight as he covered himself. I feel the tingling between my thighs increasing and a tugging in my lower stomach. My temperature increases and my breathing becomes erratic, as I can only think ‘I have to touch him’

He looks at me in astonishment as I answer his demanding question. I start moving towards him, drawn, like a moth to a flame.

Levi’s POV:

She’s coming towards me, her eyes dark and sparkling. I do nothing but watch her as she come and kneels down in between my parted thighs. She leans up and presses those beautiful, rounds breasts against my stomach as she comes closer to my face. Looking me in the eyes, she draws in and places her plump lips against mine, and moans. ‘I’m going to snap....’

(Y/N)’s POV:

He reaches behind me and shove his hand in my hair while he deepens the kiss. My eyes close in surrender, I moan again as his agile tongue sweeps into my mouth and maps it. We kiss like we are starving for the feeling of each other. I pull away and watch his heavy lidded eyes. “Why?” He asks me in a low, sexy voice. “Because I want you, I have from the moment I met you, and....” I’m interrupted as he attacks my mouth again in a ravenous kiss and then starts to nibble and lick his way down my throat as I sigh. I run my hands across his hard chest and push back from him. He murmurs a protest, but doesn’t try and pull me back in. He watches me sharply as I slide my body down and settle in front his other hand. I pry his fingers away from his member and relish the sight of it standing proudly at attention. I wrap my slender fingers around the base and feel the velvety smooth skin over the steel beneath it. I lean forward, watching Levi watch me, and place a kiss on the tip.

Levi’s POV:

I shudder at the feeling of her wrapping her hand around me. As she leans forward, she’s watching me, ‘She’s not about to do THAT, is she?’ She learn further in and I feel her place a kiss on the tip of my cock. It jumps in her hand and she gives a low chuckle, as she starts licking me up and down. ‘God, this feels so good’ I’m bitting my lip to hold in a groan when she slide me into her hot, wet mouth. (Y/N) is slowly sliding my cock in and out as she massages the base, testing how much she can take. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more erotic in my life. She removes her hand and takes me deep until I hit the back of her throat “Mmmmmmhhh” She made a noise and it vibrates on my cock, feeling so damn good I’m about to bust. I tangle my fingers through her perfect (h/c) tresses and start to guide her at the pace I want, slowly thrusting my hips up, greedy for the pleasure I’m experiencing. I’m staring at her flushed face as she takes me in and out, moaning around me as she does. So she has to be liking this. I feel a tightening in my groin and I know that I’m close. “(Y/N)!” I pant “Stop, I’m about to cum!” She hums and continues to pump my cock. I let out a long animalistic growl and tighten my grip on her hair as I release, while she continues to milk my cock.

(Y/N)’s POV:

I hear Levi call my name, but he sounds like his in a different room, I am so focused on the pleasure I’m giving him. I feel his abs tighten and his cock pulse, then his hot seed fills my mouth, shooting down my throat. Musky, and slightly bitter, I eagerly swallow every drop he has to give. He is panting as I slow down the motion and roll my tongue across the top one last time, as I release him from mouth, almost like pulling out a lollipop. His eyes are heavy with pleasure and exertion, like he just killed 50 titans. I smile at him and run my hands down his strong thighs as I pull myself to my feet and turn to walk away. I feel him grip my wrist....

Levi’s POV:

“Where do you think you are going, (Y/N)?” I murmur. I pull myself up and whisper, “You haven’t gotten what you came for.” I turn her around and softly push her back onto the bench that I had just left. She is quiet as I watch her, and am relieved when she nods her head in a small motion. I lean in to capture her lips in another kiss as I move my left hand up to cup and massage her breast. She inhaled sharply as I found her peaked nipple and roll it between my thumb and forefinger. I kiss my way down her delicate throat and lick the pointed tip of her left breast and blow on it. A small moan escapes her as I pull the nipple in my mouth and start suckling. Sliding my hand down her stomach, I touch her center and am surprised to find her so wet. “Were you this ready before you walked in the showers, or is this from.....pleasing me?” I trail off, embarrassed, yet intrigued. “You, Levi. You are making me wet.” her husky voice rings through my head.

I smirk a bit as pride fills me and I blush. I start kissing my way down (Y/N)’s stomach and stops to take in the wonderfully sexy sight. (Y/N) lay before me, open and unashamed, her body flushed and trembling from MY touch.

‘Okay, what do I do now????!! Shit, it can’t be that hard, figure it out dumbass’ I think as I stare at the pale pink folds that cover the silken treasures inside. I nip the inside of her thigh and inhale her intoxicating scent. Sweet and feminine, her juices beckoned me to taste her. I lean in and lick her experimentally. “Levi!” I smile as I hear her call my name. I feel her fingers weave into my hair and start pulling as I increase the pressure of my tongue to her clit. Softly mewling, she is rubbing her thighs against me as I continue to lick, nibble and love her. Moving her legs up onto my shoulders, I slide a finger deep inside of her and relish the feeling as she clenches around me. Pumping my finger in and out, her moans continue to fill the air and the tugs on my hair get firmer.

(Y/N)’s POV:

‘Oh God, I’m dying! What is he doing to me!?’ I can’t do anything but feel as Levi continues to pleasure me with his tongue. My body jerks every time he finds that perfect spot in between my lips. “Ooooohhhh Leeeeviiii!” I call out as he pulls my clit in between his teeth and sucks harshly. I feel him slip another finger into my heat and a hiss escapes me as I pull his hair and look down. Those piercing grey eyes are on me, eyebrow cocked in smug satisfaction as he watches me tremble beneath his touch. My eyes close and my head is thrown back against the wall of the shower as he increases the rhythm of his fingers inside of me. A tightness in my stomach starts to build up as I feel my peak getting closer.

Levi’s POV:

She’s close, I know she is. The moans and gasps have increased and her grip is almost painful on my hair. But fuck, it feels good! Her body tightens up as a keening sound comes from deep within and I feel her clench my fingers so tight I can barely move them. Her juices start pouring over my fingers and I quickly replace them with my tongue, eager to taste the fruits of my labor. (Y/N)’s shuddering body starts to unwind as her rides out her orgasm. Her beautiful face scrunched up in ecstasy. She rides out her release and sighs as she finishes. I pull away from her and start kissing my way back up that soft skin. Capturing her lips with mine, I let her taste herself as I roll my tongue around with hers. Breaking the kiss, I see her lazily open her eyes and smile at me with such drowsy satisfaction, it makes my heart jump.

(Y/N)’s POV:

“WOW! Levi....that was....” “Amazing?” The dark haired man in front of me smirked. “Yeah.” He props his chin up on my chest, looking at me, one hand massaging my hip and the other playing with my (h/c) hair. We are pulled out of our haze by the sound of a door slamming down the hall. Levi springs off of me and pulls me to my feet. “Okay, well, this was umm, fun.” I stutter as I run toward the outer room for my clothes. “(Y/N)” I stop and look at Levi. He marches up to me and grabs my neck to pull me to him and kisses me deeply. “My office, after dinner tonight. We need to have a chat about you being in the officer’s showers in the middle of the night.” He smirks and swats me on the ass as he walks out.

I’m not tired anymore and I can’t wait until after dinner......

Part 2

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post-itpenny · 5 years ago

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Glow

@grotesquegabby As requested, something with the fairies.

The sky was dark and threatening rain as Alex strolled up to the large manor that sat at the far corner of a group of warehouses. No one seemed to notice him, but then again, no one seemed to notice the manor or it’s effect on the environment. Roads made of pastel cobblestones, otherworldly plants creeping up the sides of buildings, small specks of light floating around. It seemed the Elder of Creation’s home was slowly contaminating the world around it.

Whatever, it looked more fun this way.

Alex didn’t bother to knock on the door, no need when the building recognized him. Casually letting himself in with a whistle.

“Whatsup Lady Luck!” Alex shouted as he closed the door behind him, blocking out the distant rumble of thunder.

There was a small buzzing sound, from one hall came a small fluttering creature that couldn’t be more than a foot tall. Her tiny wings being the source of the noise.

“Good afternoon sir!” She greeted in a small voice. “How may I- EEK!”

Fanny launched at the creature only to miss as it dogged out of the way and flew behind Alex, peeking over his hat at Fanny who now swiveled around in confusion.

Alex chuckled and scooped Fanny up in his arms. “Hey now little lady, Fanny just wants to say hello.”

The creature hovered above Alex’s shoulder, now that he could see her properly the little creature looked like a fairy. A small thing with translucent wings and a dress made of what looked to to be flower petals. Alex snickered, of course Magpie would have stereotypical fairies flying around her house.

The little fairy inched closer to Fanny, reaching out to gently pat the creature’s head. Fanny made a strange purring sound, the little fairy giggling as she settled on Alex’s arm to scratch Fanny under her chin.

“See? We’re all friends here, and speaking of I’m looking for my friend Magpie. Is she hanging around somewhere?”

The little fairy floated up till she was eye level with Alex and gave a tiny curtsy. “My apologies sir, my name is Peasblosom and I serve the lady of this house. If this is Fanny then might I ask if you’re Mr. Calamity? My mistress has spoken often of you.”

Alex chuckled, “yeah that’d be me, call me Alex.”

“Mr. Alex, it's a pleasure to meet you. My lady is currently working in the theater. She is setting up something for an upcoming performance that promises to be totally lit.”

“That’s cool but just call me…” Alex paused as he realized what Peasblosom said. Giggling to himself as he followed along as she led him through a large set of double doors.

The theater was large and grand, a space that in no way should have been able to fit inside the building however Alex was the least bit surprised Magpie was branding reality to fit the space. Everywhere thin clear strings hung, not seeming to have any particular rhyme or reason to them.

Magpie herself was perched atop a tall ladder fixing a string of some sort. Hovering around her were two other fairies. One stitching the hem of Magpie’s jacket and the other rattling off a schedule to her.

“Looks like you got yourself a little squad going on here,” Alex laughed.

Magpie turned in surprise, grinning when she saw who had spoken, “Alex! Just give me one second, I think you’ll rather like this.”

She adjusted something on the string before instructing the two fairies to hang it back up with the others.

“I’ve been setting this up all day, suppose I could have done it in a snap but sometimes it’s so nice just to take the time to make something! So then, ready?”

Alex sat down in one of the seats kicking his feet up. “Aiight, lets see what you got.”

Magpie clapped her hands, the lights flicked off in the theater revealing a myriad of colors swirling across the ceiling and walls in intricate patterns. The strings glowed in the dark apparently. Undulating in some unfelt wind making the colorful patterns move up and down like waves on the sea.

Alex gave a whistle at the spectacle, “looks like a rave Lady Luck. All you need is some good music.”

Magpie giggled, her eyes glowing in the dim light. “I have been putting music more and more to my shows, it makes things more fun.”

She clapped her hands again and the lights came back on. Fanny launched herself at Magpie’s face just as the magician climbed down from the ladder.

One of the fairies began to panic, tugging at Fanny and yelling.

“Shush, shush!” Came Magpie’s muffled command as she pulled Fanny off her head and cuddled the creature. “I’m just fine Mustardseed, see? Fanny wanted to say hello.”

Magpie handed Fanny back to Alex before pulling out a handkerchief to clean her face with. “It’s wonderful as always to have you Alex. You and Fanny are just in time for-“

CRASH!

A large stack of props tumbled down from one side of the stage.

“Cobweb!”

A fourth fairy rolled out of the rubble, sitting up with a guilty grin, “hey.”

Magpie frowned, tapping her foot as she waited for an explanation.

The fairy called Cobweb chuckled before clearing his throat. “M-my bad mistress. I’ll clean it up after tea.”

Magpie smiled with a shake of her head, “well all of you do come here and introduced yourself. This is my friend Alex.”

At this the four little creatures lined up in a row, all giving a polite nod except Cobweb who crossed his arms with a huff.

Magpie however was too excited to notice- “Alex I want you to meet my four new assistants! Peasblosom, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustardseed.”

“Hello again Mr. Alex!”

“Afternoon sir.”

“Hello sir.”

“.... Sup.”

Alex chuckled, “Cool to meet you all, and it’s just Alex.”

They all soon made their way to the parlor. Outside the weather had grown stormy as rain beat against the windows.

Magpie poured four tiny cups of tea and a cup of hot kool-aid for Alex before turning to fix her own cup. “So what does kool-aid actually taste like?”

“You haven’t tried it? Whaaat? I mean most people drink it cold but here, take a sip.”

Magpie gingerly took the cup and took a sip, Alex just catching the look of panic on Cobweb’s face. Magpie sputtered and slammed the cup down, “it’s salty!”

Three small heads turned to their sibling. Alex calmly taking the cup and gulping its contents down as Cobweb looked on in shock.

“Huh, yeah I guess it is. No big deal, just sorry your first experience with kool-aid wasn’t all that.”

Magpie grabbed the tea pot that held the rest of Alex’s drink and took a sniff, she frowned and snapped her fingers before pouring Alex a fresh cup, a familiar syrupy scent telling him the salt had been changed to sugar.

Magpie took a careful sip, just as surprised as before but not upset, “it’s incredibly sweet but not bad.”

They sat and chatted over drinks and the cookies Magpie had made, Peasblosom curled up with Trouble and Fanny as the other three flew around the room playing.

Alex grinned, “so you made them yeah? You like a mom then Lady Luck?”

Magpie choked on her tea, “I beg your pardon?”

Boom!

The sound of lightning hitting the House was akin to a giant hammer falling down. The lights kicked out as all four fairies shrieked, Alex feeling one of them scurry under his hat as the others crashed into various objects looking for hiding spaces.

Alex looked, eyes adjusting to the sudden darkness, before at last finding Magpie, who surprisingly had not tried to comfort the little creatures.

Magpie herself had curled up in a ball, head ducked down, trembling.

Ah that’s right, Magpie was afraid of the dark herself.

“Hey Lady Luck it’s all good, no need to wig out now.”

Alex scooted his chair closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders with a chuckle, “I’m the scariest thing here anyways.”

At this Maggie gave a small laugh, leaning against him but not uncurling from the ball she was in.

“It’s lonely,” came Peasblosom’s voice from under Alex’s hat, “and cold.”

Alex grinned, “you good up there?”

“Yes.”

“Ouch.”

Magpie finally lifted her head, wincing in pain as apparently Cobweb had tangled himself in her hair.

“Mistress make the lights come back on,” he whined.

Magpie was still trembling, “I-I um, I-“

“Mistreeeeeesssss!”

By this point Moth and Mustardseed had come out of their hiding places to seek refuge in the pockets of Alex’s jacket. “Cobs I can’t even with you right now,” Mustardseed groaned.

“Yeah well why you gotta complain?”

“You’re just being salty because-“

“S-Stop, stop.” Magpie insisted, head buried in Alex’s shoulder.

Alex chuckled, “we’re all fam here now, let's be chill.

“F-fam?” Magpie questioned.

Moth on the other hand was delighted, “he gets it mistress!”

“What a goat!” Peasblosom agreed.

“H-he’s not a goat,” Magpie insisted, “Alex is Alex.”

“Yeah a clown,” Cobweb mumbled.

Alex caught what he said, laughing in response, “yeah I’m a party clown… pal. And I know how to make any time a good time.” Alex patted Magpie’s shoulder, “ol’ Alex will chill with y’all till the lights come back on.”

Magpie seemed to relax slightly, finally uncurling from her tight ball.

From the nest he had made in Magpie’s hair, Cobweb stuck his tongue out at Alex.

Magpie patted the little fairy’s head and shifted a little, seeming to try and concentrate on something. Alex was about to ask what when a dim glow began in her chest, spreading out along the veins of her body as it slowly brightened. A warmth radiating off of her like sunshine.

Alex grinned, “well you do like glow-in-the-dark stuff.”

Magpie chuckled at the joke as Cobweb grumbled and buried himself deeper in Magpie’s hair.

#Congrats Alex #apparently you're the goat

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rueitae · 6 years ago

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Stormy Season

A part of Seasons, the mage Pidge and dragon familiar Lance AU.

Made as part of a prompt challenge by @hailqiqi and the Pidgance Positivity Discord Server. Lance has a run in with Griffin, Pidge makes an incorrect assumption and is upset about it, a disciplinary action occurs, and soulmates are mentioned.

Final draft is 10 words shy of the 1500 word limit. Score.

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“Pidge,” Lance whispered in her ear. “Pidge, please, I neeeeed it.”

She ignored him, a difficult task with his tiny claws digging anxiously in her skin as he skittered around her shoulders.

Pidge knew exactly what Lance wanted, but she refused to let him have it.

“He has so many,” Lance begged. “He won’t miss one.”

“You already know what the answer is,” she told him. “You can’t just go stealing things, Lance, especially officers in the Guard.”

Pidge returned to her observation of Guard Officer Griffin. He did have an awful lot of medals on his uniform. They glinted in the sun as he laid into a terrified cadet for not having a clean uniform.

“He was a jerk to Keith,” Lance continued.

“You’re a jerk to Keith half the time,” Pidge responded dryly. Her eyes scanned the area and she growled in annoyance. Why had Shiro insisted on meeting here instead of his own shop? Even uniformed mages looked bored at the display of arms.

She hated that it was necessary. At least it made non-magic users feel better amid the recent strange happenings at the Daibazaal border.

“We’re friends. It’s different,” Lance insisted.

“You’re friends since when?” Pidge asked, legitimately curious. “The two of you do nothing but glare and insult each other every time you’re in the same room.”

The entire squad of cadets, including the mages, dropped to the ground on Griffin’s order, doing the first push up out of fifty to come.

A wall came up in front of Lance’s mind and Pidge didn’t press the extent of their bond. If Lance wanted to keep his problem with Keith private then so be it.

He settled down, splayed out around the back of her neck, refusing to think about anything other than how much he wanted one of Griffin’s medals for his hoard.

Pidge didn’t mind so much. Even though his scales were hard, Lance made an acceptable scarf this late in the fall.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Pidge turned around and greeted an apologetic Shiro with a hug.

“It’s fine,” she told him lightly. “I couldn’t get all my shopping in today anyway. Dad is busy with work and Mom is determined to get our new sweaters made. She’s even got Matt helping.”

Shiro laughed and crossed his arms in amusement. “You’re not afraid Matt is going to put a pattern of a peanut on yours, are you?”

“Real funny,” she said, giving him a good glare for extra measure. “As long as you don’t give him the idea. So,” she needed to change the subject, “why the meeting in the city square?”

Takashi Shirogane was a man who wore his emotions on his sleeve. When the subject was unrelated to the events surrounding the curse on his arm, he couldn’t fool a soul. So when his reaction to Pidge’s question was to avoid eye contact and smile, she knew something was up.

“Hunk and Keith kicked me out,” he said with a defeated shrug. “They have a project I’m not allowed to help with.”

Pidge bit the inside of her lip in contemplation. There was nothing either man would ever keep from Shiro. Keith was too close a friend - and Hunk was his familiar! Inklings of suspicion clouded her mind. It wasn’t a birthday or holiday coming up, was it?

“Okay, well, I’ve got the order you wanted,” she told him. “But its at my parents’ place. It’s too big for me to carry. Matt and I should be able to get it over to the shop after a couple of trips, though.”

“No!” Shiro exclaimed abruptly, his eyes wide with panic.

Stunned, Pidge almost wasn’t how to respond.

“I mean, no, it's okay,” he backtracked. “You made all those potions for us, we’ll take care of it. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good chat with your family anyway. Don’t make more work for yourself - take Lance and go enjoy some time off.”

Pidge bore a glare into her friend, tilting her head as if looking at him from a different angle might help shed some light on the situation. “What’s going on, Shiro. You’re acting weirder than usual.”

“Nothing!” he insisted. “Hunk and Keith are just super busy. You and Lance - “ He paused abruptly. “Where’s Lance?”

A sting of pain hit quickly. No matter how busy her friends were, they always made time to see her while she was in town. Were they upset she wasn’t visiting enough? The feeling vanished as soon as it come as she realized Lance’s familiar weight was gone. He never strayed far from her side in town -

A gunshot broke through the ambient crowd noise and took the air out of her lungs. Her heart stopped when she caught sight of Lance’s small blue figure climbing around the body of Officer Griffin, no doubt examining each and every medal.

“Oh Ancients, no,” Pidge groaned, and ran towards the scuffle.

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“I’m sorry.”

“Too late,” Pidge said, arms crossed in a huff.

“I couldn’t help it. Those were the shiniest medals I’ve ever seen,” Lance said in his defense. He sighed in defeat, flopping down on the grass with his arms flailed out. “At least he was decent enough to tell me what polish he uses.”

Still banned from her childhood home on risk of seeing the sweaters before they were finished, and apparently unable to go to Shiro’s shop, the two had taken residence in the city garden. Absentmindedly she reached out to a rose. It blossomed a deep red in thanks for her magic.

“You were lucky that’s all you came away with,” Pidge said angrily. “What if you’d gotten seriously hurt?”

“But I’m not?” Lance shrugged. “I love you, Pidge. I’d never do something to make you really upset. You’re my best friend, my soulmate.”

Pidge tried to hide her blush by joining Lance on the grass, enjoying the view of the cloudless sky. The last thing she wanted was to fall to his sweet words so easily. “I am upset,” she admitted. “But not just with you. It seems like no one wants to see us.”

Lance rolled over to his side. “I’ll make it up to you,” he said, and it sounded sincere enough.

Pidge adjusted her head to face him. Her heart melted in his truly sorrowful eyes.

She sighed, letting the stress and frustration from the day’s events leave her body. Lance was safe, that was the most important thing, and she trusted her friends with whatever they needed to keep her away from. If it was dangerous, they were all more than capable of handling it.

The sun was nice to for relaxing, but the shade from the clouds made it better in the heat of the day.

“Wait,” Pidge said with realization. “Where did the clouds come from? There were none just a minute ago.”

Lance grinned as the skies quickly became overcast. “Just wait for it. I told you I’d make it up to you,” he said cryptically.

It call came together in her brain - like the sudden clap of thunder.

“It was you,” she accused. “Shiro asked to meet me here because you asked him to do something. When did you have the time to talk to him alone this trip?”

“Not this trip,” Lance corrected smugly. “Last trip, while you were messing with your mom’s garden.”

Her jaw dropped, stunned that not only was this all planned - but so far in advance. “You little snake,” she accused, no insult intended.

“Just keep watching. You never get to enjoy the power and beauty of a thunderstorm - always looking after your plants.”

She did, and didn’t even mind when Lance took hold of her hand. The clouds rolled together in strange formations, creating an impressive structure and lightning display unlike anything she’d ever seen. Before the storm could rain on them, it dissipated as quickly as it had begun, a brilliant double rainbow capping off nature’s display.

“Shiro is impressive as always,” she said with a smile.

“It was the best fireworks I could come up with on short notice,” Lance said sheepishly. “Just wait until you see the sunset.” He dug into his pocket and placed the contents of it in her palm. “I took the stone from that figurine you bought me. Hunk and Keith worked hard and fast to make it look nice - they knew you’d get suspicious. I hope you like it.”

The diamond ring sparkled as light hit it on all sides. The beauty took her breath away, but the magic fire imbued inside of it kindled her heart.

“I know we don’t really need it, since we have the bond, but I want you to have a gem. It's only proper for a dragon’s mage.”

He squawked in surprise as she hugged him tightly. “It's perfect. Thank you, Lance.”

Maybe her friends keeping secrets wasn’t such a bad thing.

#p-p-discord challenge #plance #pidgance #flirtyrobot #voltron legendary defender #vld fanfic #my writing #rueitae #mage pidge #dragon lance #so i didn't expect this to be an engagement story when i set out to write it #but here we are #pidge keeps the ring on a necklace because her hands are always in the dirt #and she wants to keep it nice #lance would go ballistic if any of the gems in the house got dirty #its where he gets his cleaning habits from haha

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matrixaffiliate · 6 years ago

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Like the Storybooks

Co-written with @hufflepuffmarlenemckinnon

FFN and AO3

Chapter 21

There were many things that Marlene's mother had worked with her to tame, in order to bring her more in line with being a proper princess. But the one that caused Marlene to exercise the greatest amount of self-restraint was her temper. And after the whirlwind of the last thirty-six hours, self-restraint was not something she was very keen on.

She'd understood that Lady McGonagall had need of her husband, several hours before the cock dared crow. But Marlene less so understood that, as Emmeline helped her prepare for breakfast, the good Lady had not seen fit to send him back. The messenger had said it had to do with his family, which meant Semprapuria, but what could possibly keep him for so long and not allow him to send any word to her?

"My Lady, is everything alright?" Emmeline's quiet voice came through Marlene's stormy thoughts.

Marlene sighed and grabbed a dark red dress and handed it to Emmeline. "Mostly, my husband was called away in the night and has yet to return."

Emmeline had been overjoyed for Marlene and Sirius. Marlene had assured her that everything would work out, and Emmeline, the loyal girl she was, took an oath of secrecy until such a time that the marriage could be made known to the public.

"There is a great deal of activity near the King's office," Emmeline commented as she helped Marlene with her hair. "Perchance the good Knight is assisting His Majesty in whatever chaos that has ensued?"

Marlene smiled as Emmeline placed a small jeweled comb in her hair. She would beg this wonderful girl to accompany her when Sirius chose to move them to Semprapuria, she'd never had a Lady she loved more than gentle sweet Emmeline.

"Do you know if Her Majesty is breaking fast in her quarters or in the great hall?" Marlene had an idea to be able to find out what in the world was going on.

"My understanding is she is breaking fast in her quarters," Emmeline readjusted the comb and gave it a critical stare before smiling contentedly.

"Please run and ask if she would consent to break fast with me? I'm sure that if anyone is aware of what is transpiring, but also not currently involved, it will be our good Queen."

"Of course, your Grace," Emmeline curtsied before stepping out.

Marlene didn't need to wait long, and within a quarter of an hour, she was on her way to break fast with Lily.

Lily smiled warmly at her, "I was about to send for you when Lady Emmeline arrived. How are you?"

"I've not grown accustomed to my protector being called away in the night," Marlene pursed her lips as she sat next to Lily. "Do you know what's going on?" There was so much more Marlene wanted to say - scream - but present company aside from Lily and Emmeline prevented such frankness.

Lily leaned in close, "James received a letter in the night. He immediately called for Lady McGonagall and then I assume she assembled the Privy Council. That's all I know. James hasn't returned."

Marlene took a very deep breath as her frustration mounted. While Lily's information was helpful, it didn't answer the question of what was going on.

"Eat something," Lily put a reassuring hand on Marlene's arm, "then we can sort out what is happening."

It was a few moments later that there was a knock on the door and one of Lily's Ladies opened it to the head guard of the Royal family.

He bowed deeply, "Your Majesty, Your Grace, it is the wish of the King that the two of you shall remain here in their Majesties' quarters until such time that the situation is secure. We have doubled the guard and will arrange for your meals to be had here."

"Thank you, Sir," Lily nodded, "We will be happy to obey His Majesty's desires."

The guard bowed again before leaving and Marlene smiled, now she had some information to work with.

"Well, that's certainly telling." Marlene toyed with her fork as she tried to piece the puzzle together. "Locking the Queen and the Heir in the most secure part of the castle leads me to see a few options now."

"Other than the fairy story parallels?" Lily teased.

"As much as I may look the part," Marlene rolled her eyes, "I've never been held captive by a dragon."

"Sure," Lily smirked, "Now put your keen mind to work and tell me what's going on out there."

Marlene thought hard, she hadn't been allowed to be involved at every Privy Council meeting. And there were things she was sure were being glossed over while she was allowed to sit in. Thinking through it all, Marlene was able to see where most of that had been about Sirius being the heir of Semprapuria, but not all of it.

"Lily, has James complained at all about anyone being untrustworthy?" Marlene stared out the window, spinning her fork as she pondered.

Lily looked pensive, "At one point, several months ago, he did come to bed rather frustrated, and all he was able to say was he didn't want to lose his friends after he'd already lost his parents."

Marlene nodded and set her fork down, before resting her elbows on the table and lacing her fingers together. "There's only one reason James would throw a squad at the entrance of your corridor and lock the two of us behind them. There's someone in the castle who is likely to do us harm. Since there does not appear to be an army out the window, I'd wager that Crouch wasn't the only traitor in Court."

"A spy then?" Lily looked thoughtful, "A spy willing to attack either of us, especially after your display, would need to be desperate, I would think."

Marlene nodded as she rested her forehead against her hands. "Emmeline dear," she looked over at her Lady. "Ask the guard if visitors will be permitted."

Emmeline curtsied and stepped out.

"Who do you wish to accompany us?" Lily looked over at her perplexed.

Marlene ignored her a moment as Emmeline returned.

"Your Grace, the guards are only to give way for His Majesty and his Man at Arms. No one else is to be permitted an audience."

Marlene smiled, "Thank you, Emmeline," then she turned to Lily.

"I don't wish for anyone else's company, but the fact that no one save James and Sirius can pass our guards tells me the spy is someone that you or I might have granted an audience to without hesitation."

"Someone close enough that we would have trusted them," Lily furrowed her brow.

Marlene thought back to the words that Lady McGonagall had spoken to her shortly after her attack. The Chief Minister had advised her to use the unique perspective she had as a newcomer to court. "Fresh eyes", Lady McGonagall had called it.

The courtiers who came to mind seemed relatively loyal if mundane. She was no fan of Lord Lockhart but she was sure that no one would choose that as their spy. It wouldn't have been anyone such as him, in any case. Perhaps it was someone even closer to the King. She'd only met the rest of the Council within the last week. Sir Remus was sharp as a whip if a bit distracted by his war machines. Sir Peter was polite, with a sense of humor. They had both seemed nice enough, but there was something about the way that Peter had flinched from her originally that was odd. He hadn't made the mistake twice, but there was something about his initial reaction to her that rang strange.

"What do you know about Sir Peter?" Marlene looked up at Lily.

Lily smiled, "He was one of Lord Dumbledore's squires along with His Majesty, Sir Sirius, and Sir Remus. He's one of James closest friends."

"Does he come from a noble family?" Marlene pressed.

"Just barely, he's the heir to a baronet, but his heart is as good as gold. He loves his King and Country."

Marlene felt her suspicions growing. Lily wouldn't have blinked if Sir Peter had requested an audience. And while Marlene wasn't sure what her reaction would have been, she knew her husband well enough that he would have insisted on her safety along with the Queen's. Blocking both of them in the Royal rooms accomplished both their safety and ensured no one could get to them.

"You don't suspect Sir Peter to be the spy, do you?" Lily seemed to follow Marlene's path.

Marlene turned to look at her Queen, "I suspect exactly that, your Majesty."

#blackinnon #blackinnon fanfiction #sirius x marlene #sirius black x marlene mckinnon #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #jily #medieval au #medieval fantasy AU #fake relationship au #hp #harry potter fanfiction

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novastarlyght · 7 years ago

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💚⚡ your circuits in the sea ⚡💜

a fan mix for an evil genius copepod, his snarky computer wife, their ups, their downs, and how no matter what they’ll always love each other in the end

listen on 8tracks | cover art by @politelyintheknow

track listing below the cut!

💚⚡ the future soon - jonathan coulton

hearing the whir of the servos inside and she'll scream and try to run but there's nowhere she can hide when a crazy cyborg wants to make you his robot bride

💜⚡ she blinded me with science - thomas dolby

as deep as any ocean as sweet as any harmony mmm, but she blinded me with science she blinded me with science

💚⚡ i am not a robot - marina and the diamonds

you're vulnerable, you're vulnerable you are not a robot you're lovable, so lovable but you're just troubled

💜⚡ evil and a heathen - franz ferdinand

I'm evil and a heathen I'm a heathen and evil like you there's not a lot not a lot we couldn't do

💚⚡ partners in crime - set it off

they'll call our crimes a work of art you'll never take us alive we'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners partners in crime

💜⚡ danger! high voltage - electric six

don't you want to know how we keep starting fires? (it's my desire) it's my desire, it's my desire danger! danger! high voltage when we touch, when we kiss

💚⚡ electric feel - MGMT

I said ooh, girl, shock me like an electric eel baby girl, turn me on with your electric feel all along the eastern shore put your circuits in the sea this is what the world is for making electricity

💜⚡ strict machine - goldfrapp

wonderful electric cover me in you I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love with a strict machine

💚⚡ island in the sun - weezer

on an island in the sun we'll be playing and having fun and it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain

💜⚡ sink to the bottom - fountains of wayne

everyone else is going somewhere but I'm going nowhere, getting there too I might as well just sink down with you

💚⚡ robots in love - beautiful small machines

everything was more than okay and I saw no sign of your flawed design I guess I wasn't made that way

💜⚡ love trial - jubyphonic (original by 40mP feat. hatsune miku)

sure, I’ve been tried for all my love crimes but learned that a judge does it all out of love held me tightly, you cried so unnaturally looked up at me but you were smiling I knew instantly you’re also guilty

💚⚡ kiss with a fist - florence + the machine

my black eye casts no shadow your red eye sees nothing your slap don't stick, your kicks don't hit so we remain the same love sticks, sweat drips break the lock if it don't fit

💜⚡ lucky ball and chain - they might be giants

I could shake my tiny fist and swear I wasn't wrong but what's the sense in arguing when you're all alone?

💚⚡ back at your door - maroon 5

if I took you for granted I apologize for acting tough you're my reason for living and there's no way I'm giving up

💜⚡ you’re an ocean - fastball

you're an ocean, you're an ocean settle down, settle down, what's the commotion? I'm an island, but you're an ocean it's a stormy sea of love and emotion you got me suspended motionless in time

💚⚡ absolutely (story of a girl) - nine days

this is the story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world and while she looks so sad in photographs I absolutely love her, when she smiles

💜⚡ true love (feat. lily allen) - p!nk

at the same time, I wanna hug you I wanna wrap my hands around your neck you're an asshole, but I love you and you make me so mad I ask myself why I'm still here, or where could I go you're the only love I've ever known

💚⚡ waterloo - ABBA

my my, at waterloo, napoleon did surrender oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite a similar way the history book on the shelf is always repeating itself waterloo, I was defeated, you won the war waterloo, promise to love you forevermore

💜⚡ death of a bachelor - panic! at the disco

and when you think of me am I the best you've ever had? share one more drink with me smile even though you're sad

💚⚡ you married a fool - voltaire

your girlfriends say it all the time but your mama says it too you married a fool, you married a fool you married a fool, but I'm a fool for you

💜⚡ escape (the piña colada song) - rupert holmes

it was my own lovely lady she said, "oh, it's you" and we laughed for a moment and I said, "I never knew..."

💚⚡ stuck with you - huey lewis & the news

we thought about giving up but we could never stay away we thought about breaking up but now we know it's much too late and it's no great mystery if we change our minds eventually, it's back to you and me

💜⚡ the scientist - coldplay

I was just guessing at numbers and figures pulling your puzzles apart questions of science, science and progress do not speak as loud as my heart

💚⚡ anniversary - voltaire

they said we'd drift away we're still standing here and it feels like everyday's our anniversary

💜⚡ skullcrusher mountain - jonathan coulton

picture the two of us alone inside my golden submarine while up above the waves my doomsday squad ignites the atmosphere and all the fools who lead their foolish lives may find it quite explosive well it won't mean half as much to me if I don't have you here

💚⚡ and a special bonus track!!

#featuring 3 out of the 14 artists that did songs for the musical!#it also both begins and ends with jonathan coulton 8')#spongebob squarepants #the spongebob musical #the spongebob squarepants musical #tsbm #sbtm #plankton #karen plankton #sheldon plankton #spongebob #fanmix #fan mix #this mix easily applies to both musical!plankton/musical!karen or their original cartoon incarnations though #it's very much about their relationship in general #both the good and the bad #and how in spite of everything THEY! ARE!! STILL!!! IN!!!! LOVE!!!!!!!

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ghostmartyr · 6 years ago

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Pokémon White Randomized Nuzlocke Run [Part 9]

Eight badges have been earned! All that’s left is the plot, the Elite Four, and possibly some other stuff I haven’t decided on that gets us through the rest of the map!

Our starting roster, in its current order:

Batman, Lv. 48 (Escavalier)

Palm, Lv. 51 (Breloom)

Ptera, Lv. 46 (Archeops)

Frogger, Lv. 47 (Seismitoad)

Fido, Lv. 49 (Entei)

Gelding, Lv. 47 (Tornadus)

Possibly the end of this wild adventure awaits, so awaaaaay we go!

First up is, as tradition dictates, someone immediately bothering me the second I walk out of the Gym.

Yay!

Only if you actually described how to do that, I completely missed it. I caught something about directions to Victory Road, which I already sort of knew about thanks to trying to avoid the plot earlier, but nothing about bringing back dead things. ...Wait, are the dragons dead? Or just rocks?

Well luckily, I don’t really care either way.

Professor Juniper walks us over to the edge of town, and asks if we regret going on this journey.

...I wanted to say no just so I could see what the dialogue would be like, but that... no. That would be too mean. I couldn’t possibly. Professor Juniper is a kind lady who gives us sweet stuff.

SPEAKING OF.

This is intended for Zekrom.

I think I might go ahead and use it as intended, honestly. Fighting Zekrom could result in one of my team dying, and I believe the fight is mandatory. Since Zekrom is not touched by the Randomizer, I will not give it a nickname, rendering it ineligible, but catching it is safest, and it is my belief that Zekrom will be the first catchable pokemon in the area it appears. So if I wanted, it could be eligible. But I really think I want to stick with randoms only.

...By the way. Is the roadwork on the right side of town done?

Curses.

I guess the plot truly is calling us now.

Then on my way to the Victory Road area, the attendant who keeps the... hell, I don’t know what they’re called. I went with liminal space last time. They aren’t bridges. Waypoints? Anyway, the attendant says that there’s some sort of storm going on at Route 7.

-looks at Gelding-

Gee.

I wonder.

What could it be.

Let’s go avoid the plot and investigate!

It was a dark and stormy night.

Which pokemon could you possibly be speaking of, mysterious old lady.

She invites me inside for soup and gives me another mythology lesson. This time about the Legendary Thundurus. It creates thunderstorms. She also gives me a note on where to find it when, but that’s really not a concern of this run.

But thanks for the soup.

Hey.

Gelding.

Can you guess. Which cloud pokemon legendary of this gen. Is my favorite?

Aw no, the thing I’m not allowed to catch flew away. Darn.

Okay, back to plot and Victory Road.

Dang it, Cheren. I was not meaning to refer to you with that remark.

Bianca’s here to watch, but I couldn’t get a proper screencap of it.

...Batman is setting a record for flinching against Cheren’s Unfezant. Meanwhile, Unfezant spams Detect interspersed with flinching moves and my sanity goes down the drain. But eventually, the evil is defeated.

Liepard goes down without a fuss, but Batman’s complete lack of Speed means her HP is lower than I’d like, so for Meganium we’re giving Ptera a chance to stretch his wings. That goes well, and Simisage is up next with similar results.

Battle over.

See Cheren, this is why you’re one of my best friends.

Ha ha ha ha Bianca gave me Max Revives.

Ha.

-sobs silently-

Your attempts at help are appreciated, Bianca. Stay wonderful.

They both see me off with words of kindness, because the people who make these games realized at some point that the people who play them could really use some friends.

Or so I like to think. ...That sounds sort of mean, I guess, but it truly is nice to have rival characters who are your actual friends. X & Y are even more blatant about it, and I really, really liked that part of them. Go team friendship.

Now then.

It’s time...

d-d-d-d-duel!

Or something. Onward!

This gen is committed to the power of Aesthetic, and I respect that.

It’s just so pretty.

Wait, crap, this pretty place has grass.

Uh.

...Rules for doubles?

...Oh to heck with it, the pretty badge gardens do not count as places. I’m just. Gonna faint you guys. Because I’m too lazy to think through the trouble of catching one of you.

Still pretty.

Admittedly, this one is sort of weird.

...And the music has gone major, major Wind Waker. I own that soundtrack. It is one of the most expensive ones I ever bought myself, and this music is giving me feels, man.

This gen is focused on all the right things and its wonderful.

The guy standing in front of this gate mentions that each gate is like its own world, so, if we do happen upon another pokemon in another gate that is easier to acquire, I’m going to count it as a different space.

...Maybe.

Where does the map say I’m at?

Oh, actually, I’m still in Route 10, so the Ariados and Sentret were out anyway.

Even though I just said that the gates count as different worlds. I am a hypocrite and an opportunist.

Honestly, I just wanted to check if I’d used up my Victory Road slot or not.

Hey Clay.

Clay.

You know who didn’t skimp on aesthetic values?

The Gym Leader who’s also a model.

Maybe you could learn a thing or two from her section.

(Still, A+ glowy green rocks.)

At this point I’m just really convinced that someone working on this game really loves Wind Waker. This person playing it obviously does.

BRYCEN DO NOT PULL THIS ICE PUZZLE NONSENSE IN THE FINAL QUARTER. UNCOOL BRO. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE MASTER OF COOL. REINSTATE YOUR CHILL TO BETTER LEVELS.

(Ice pretty.)

I can’t actually complain about dragon sculptures. They are awesome and worthy of love, even if the color value is low. It’s not all about pretty. The feel matters just as much, and by golly, this is the ancient feel of dragon power right here.

So of the eight...

I’m torn between the garden with the pretty bridge and the electric zone.

Think I gotta give it to the butler squad. You mastered the pretty.

Victory Road! Officially!

...Am I going to need Bandit for this?

..Well. If I did have Bandit with me, I would be looking at a new teammate.

Sorry little guy, there’s not enough value in attempting to catch you. Maybe next time. If there is ever a next time.

...Oh come on.

Okay, there’s a Simisear. Something to kill.

Actually, at this point, Ptera might be the best pick for the front. Batman’s in secure shape. Meanwhile, the water has Pansear. Careful, that almost feels like a planned random.

Fingers crossed for getting away with not going back to get Bandit. I think this is the gen that’s extra kind about things like HMs, and the Dragonspiral Tower would seem to support that with its easy route (if you have HM) and the long way round (if you don’t). So I’ll just. Keep walking forward.

Besides, if memory serves (obligatory laugh), that boulder is for the quick way back out from somewhere near the top.

This level has Chinchou.

Oh, and I get to slide down cliffs! I’d fully forgotten that!

Outside has Machamp. Is outside a different route?

...Fine, no.

Back inside, we have Baltoy, Kabutops, Dragonite, Clefable (who. hits. with. Sing. because. of. course.), Sentret, Rattata, and Bronzong.

I always liked Kabutops. I think back when the first gen was the only gen, it was one of my top tier favorites. It’s a rock with scythes. What more could a child ask for?

...Okay, see. This? This is why me playing a Nuzlocke is a bad idea. I do stupid things.

Ptera, buddy, I’m sorry I put you so close to death. Have a Hyper Potion. I won’t make you fight any more Bronzong with Gyro Ball. I am very sorry that happened at all, and have no desire for it to happen again.

I’ve avoided thinking about the Elite Four, but this Ace Trainer has a level 45 Stoutland and a level 45 Scolipede. That starts moving well into the danger zone, and this Victory Road, truth be told, is not the greatest spot for grinding.

Outside again, and there’s an Amoongus that might just be a Randomized find.

PP is running low enough that I’m just going to hit a Pokemon Center. It isn’t like I’ll lose much progress. ...Thanks to me cliff sliding down for an item, but I stopped recording every item I picked up a while ago.

(It was a Taunt TM.)

Hey, the first floor has Rufflet, too. More things to get no exp from. And then Voltorb! I like Voltorb.

...I am, however, having a concern about my future prospects. My best option, if I want to go with grinding, seems to be standing outside and slaughtering Machamp.

...I go into another section of cave and find Castform. Then there is Solosis.

Where were all you pre-evolved forms when I started this venture.

Cool, I found a healing.

Elite Four is... Fighting, Psychic... Ghost. Aaaand. And.

I know Alder has Escavalier, Volcanabugthing, and Accelgor (is that the spelling?). He might have an Archeops, but that could also be my memory skipping out on me.

I’m watching TFS play Nuzlockes, and I think one of them said that the typings for the Elite Four cover things not covered by Gyms.

Hey, a Cradily. Look, opportunity everywhere!

...And as I sarcastically spew comments, a Haxorus appears. Yeah, okay.

The first Gym counters your starter, so it’s basically Fire/Grass/Water. Second is Normal (brb sobbing forever). Third is Bug. Fourth is Electric. Fifth is Ground. Sixth is Flying. Seventh is Ice. Eighth is Dragon.

(Gothita is also outside, apparently. Yay.)

What does that leave... Steel, Rock, Dark.

Wait. Grimsley, right? Hell, is it really Dark? That is one really aesthetically... dark arrangement.

(Hi Shaymin. Nice to see you again.)

I keep having to start all over at the bottom because I go item chasing. Maybe I should save the item chasing for after I’m through. And have Bandit with me to push the boulders into being shortcuts.

Would you look at that.

All hidden away on the first floor.

A wild Huntail appears. We’re vaguely getting somewhere. Then we’re back to Sentret and I am back to fretting.

Oooh, a Ninetales.

Now the thing to remember is that I am not going to go cliff sliding. Exploration once Bandit is with us. Now is the time for progress. Not detours.

HA, Ptera has learned Rock Slide! Happy days.

I have no idea which is the right way.

;-;

HEY GUESS WHAT RIGHT WAS WRONG.

Aw, there’s Axew in this section. Best Dragon boy. Though the one I first murdered is a girl. Best Dragon girl.

This Veteran has a level 45 Gigalith. My comfort level with this is low, and Sturdy in the hands of others continues to be an abomination.

Frogger learns Hydro Pump because I have not actually been using Aqua Ring. If I need extra health I’ll just throw an item at him. If I need extra health, I will be in the kind of trouble Aqua Ring isn’t going to solve, anyway.

Fido drops Leer for Fire Fang thanks to the same fight.

Veterans are scary, but great exp.

I HAVE ARRIVED.

Okay, yes, important battles.

But.

Bandit, it’s time for your walk.

Fido, I think you’re in the box for a while. It would be Gelding, because Ptera covers his specialties, but Gelding knows Fly, and we’re going to be doing a lot of that as we skid down the mountain.

Before I walk right back out, I just need to say that this is one hell of a venue.

This gen’s aesthetic game is so on point.

Vullaby has been found on the giant mountain of maze. Maze of mountain? Horrorfest? Place. Also Pupitar.

Batman gets to be in front for a while. The spawns seem to be favoring her a little more at the moment.

This is the... Ground/Fighting beast’s chamber? I think? Can’t access at the moment, and will never need for any reason in this run.

...

Sigh.

Anyway, cliff sliding has produced a Nugget so far.

A wild Taillow appears. Followed by Remoraid.

Batman has to leave the front so I can actually run from all of this. Gelding, it’s your turn on the disappointment.

Cool, a Dragon Claw TM.

Whoa, a Seadra.

...Okay, yes, I’m past caring. There’s a limit to how much I’m okay with being delayed. Usually wild pokemon every five steps can at least be useful, but that’s not exactly the case of late.

...

I. will stick with that as my statement.

Look, an Electrode!

...I was going to attack it, then it occurred to me that it might know Explosion. Quietly walking away it is!

I’m finding that a key problem with this exploration is that I find it very easy to end up lost when I’m basically walking in circles. I remember all the various pieces, but don’t remember how they fit together.

In other news, a Bulbasaur is here.

I am. Relatively sure that the original Victory Road has nowhere near this level of variety. I think the Randomizer has some interesting rules regarding cave levels. Most caves change what they have by level, but keep the basic cave set. Victory Road has a lot of separate rooms in this version (and I just met a Rampardos on the water). Not bound by the laws of what is usually found in caves, I think it just assigns every single room (Ferrothorn encountered) a different everything. Because there are [x] number of things meant to be there!

I adore the Randomizer, but this is actually getting to be a little dizzying.

Possibly because I am lost.

And now there is a Flygon.

...Yeah, Flying back to the top for some perspective.

(It’s at this point I start to wonder if I’ve actually covered everything, but I haven’t done the swoopy grey floor sliding, but that might be connected to the room I can’t go in yet.)

Gelding has learned Crunch!

...Look, all that text gets boring without pictures. Let there be meaningless color.

Suddenly, Leavanny.

Here’s a wild thought.

Maybe I don’t care if I miss an item.

-slides down cliff side-

-sees item I don’t have-

...

It’s that Doctor Who gif all over again.

So I slide down from somewhere higher on the right side to get there.

...I have a horrifying thought.

I find those are often right.

...Also Frogger is level 54, pal, you are now off the Exp. Share.

Yeah.

Yeah. That’s.

Don’t ask.

The trick was sliding more to the left of the Ranger hanging out above than I initially did. More to the right, and you get the Nugget I mentioned picking up. More to the left, and you get this.

It’s a TM. Wild Charge.

-waves tiny, battered flag-

How about this. How about we go back to things that are fun!

Like death and dying and being dead!

Okay.

It’s going to be fine.

And I guess I have my answer about whether dealing with Team Plasma comes before or after. Castle nonsense post-this. Okay. Right.

I spent a bunch of money on Full Restores.

I also spent a bunch of money on the quirky poke balls they sell up here. Operating under the theory that I’m going to continue this run until I have had the option of catching a thing from every route.

I don’t know. It’s a nice dream.

Look, someone working on this game loves Zelda.

I’m pretty sure my above guesses about who’s got what are correct. I am less clear on who is where. I can’t remember if this begins a trend, or is just a quirk of the gen, but I have the option of picking the order I take them all on in.

Fighting, Dark, Ghost, Psychic.

...That is a really grim lineup.

If I’ve got it right.

Not for me, just. It’s Fighting + all of the sort of. witchy Types. I have a vaguely funny comment about that for later that I might remember unless I’m about to be traumatized.

I think I always took on Ghost girl first, then maybe Psychic girl last? Or was it Dark first? It might have been Dark first?

Let’s do a fun (sad) game. I’ll go clockwise, starting from the far left. Here’s my guess at who’s where:

Dark

Ghost

Fighting

Psychic

There. The stage is set for laughing at me.

............

I did not need to bother with a stage.

I went to take this screenshot with the intent of showing off my team without throwing more bullet points up before the final battle(s). The very first thing I noticed is that Gelding is missing health.

I think to myself, that’s weird, I was just in the Pokemon Center.

Yes. Yes, I was.

Guess what you forgot to do.

It’s not. terrible. Gelding’s missing 5 PP for Air Slash, but I have spare Super Potions from that time I mentioned buying Super Potions.

Anyway.

With that sterling start.

Let’s go find out what’s behind door number one.

Fuck it is Ghost girl first.

Maybe. That will be my loss for the session?

So. I have choices here. Ptera and Gelding both know Crunch. Fido knows Bite, but since none of these guys have STAB with Dark, Crunch buddies is the way to go. I’m also pretty darn sure she has a Jellicent, and there’s... something about its Ability. I can’t remember what. Same with the Mummy thing. Or maybe they just have moves that make it good to switch.

...It’s just now hitting me how much I played this gen. I have done the coming fights so many times. This is the first gen I really did EV training and IV breeding, and I did what I could to get all my choices up to level 100. I can’t believe I forgot that.

I think she starts with the Mummy thing. Which. That’s not its name. Something with a C? Mummy is its ability, though. I think. That might make Ptera a good start. His ability is used to keep him balanced (Defeatist lowers stats when his HP goes below half), and I don’t want balanced. I want obscene and broken creatures who I don’t have to watch die.

Cursed Body! That’s the Jellicent’s thing.

.I don’t remember what it does.

Okay.

Ptera up front, no item because I don’t want Acrobatics to lose out on its damage. Gelding can have the Lucky Egg, because I’m pretty sure this is a fight that I end up switching a lot over, and Palm will have an Amulet Coin because I like money and know I want him to take out the Jellicent.

Plan?

Sounds like.

Shauntal sends out a level 48 Cofagrigus, aka the mummy thing. So my usual level advantages aren’t going to be as steep, but I think part of getting your pick of who you face first means that there is a stable base for all their leveling. It shouldn’t get worse until Alder.

Or possibly N and the plot posse.

I’m not used to the Elite Four being wrapped up in the Team stuff.

Ptera’s faster, and Crunch does more than half. Cofragigus uses Wil-o-Wisp (which I might be spelling wrong; I’m not allowed guides and passed the text bubble because I figured of course I knew how to spell it), so Ptera is now burned. That’s not great for his damage output, but he still has enough to get the job done with one more Crunch.

Jellicent is up next so I was going to have to switch anyway. I’ll just go over to Gelding instead of Ptera after Palm (hopefully) makes quick work of the Jellicent.

It’s level 48 as well.

Seed Bomb just barely doesn’t get the faint, and Jellicent’s damage does 57 damage. Palm’s at 89/146 after one hit, and we’re in scary town. Palm’s faster, so even if Shauntal heals, the Jellicent should be done before this is a problem, but I do not like seeing massive chunks of health vanish in one hit.

Unless I’m inflicting it. Then it’s okay.

Yeah, she goes with a Full Restore.

The next Seed Bomb succeeds in slaying the beast, which is a nice bonus I wasn’t expecting, and whatever my worries about the Jellicent’s ability, nothing happened, so that’s good.

...Ah. Chandelure’s up next. That one I did forget about.

Want to put all those extra levels to work, pal?

And yeah. That is a level 50 Chandelure. That thing with obscene Special Attack.

Frogger’s Water/Ground. With a massive HP pool. He should be fine.

...

-picks Hydro Pump instead of Surf to try to get it done with quickly-

Chandelure goes first because Chandelure is amazing and Frogger is really more of a tank, and it does 73 damage because this game doesn’t care about my comfort levels, but lucky me, Hydro Pump’s accuracy does not fail, and that’s enough to take the best flaming ghost chandelier down.

Shauntal’s last pokemon is a Golurk. Ghost/Ground, right?

This is uncomfortable. My natural inclination is to spam Water against all things Water is super effective against. That is just a thing I am prone to. I also put a great deal of faith in Palm. I love Breloom, even when it has the wrong Nature.

But the thing is, we’re basically at the stage where my pokemon can take a hit, but if that hit is followed by a critical, they’re goners. Frogger and Palm have both taken heavy hits. Ptera hasn’t taken a huge hit, but he has no Defense and is BRNed.

Putting in a Flying thing against a Ground thing feels incredibly counterintuitive. Ptera surpasses that by being obscenely powerful. Gelding does not have that faith.

Nonetheless, I think maybe the safest thing to do here is to swap Frogger out instead of hoping he can one-shot the Golurk. I... think Golurk is another tanky type. None of its Ground moves can hit Gelding. Ghost will still pack a wallop, but. Well. I am guessing Gelding can live through one hit, and hopefully that will be enough.

Fido and Batman aren’t even options because they will definitely die, so.

Let’s go for it.

At least we’re back to 48s?

Crunch does over half, so even though Shadow Punch does over 60 damage we should be in the clear.

-collapses in heap-

I feel like I’m not doing enough justice to Shauntal, since my mind is very much not on anything but the battles at the moment. She’s got a cute design, and Ghost trainer novelist is wonderful. I think she quotes different passages from her books at you depending on when you fight her. Or she just switches through the lines at will. She’s a good character, and I really love the way she’s decorated her room.

...So I’m healing my pokemon and realizing another thing I forgot to do. I forgot to buy Full Heals. I used my last Burn Heal on Ptera just now. I think I have a small supply of Full Heals thanks to what I’ve grabbed walking around, but. Heh. Planning fail everywhere.

Okay, healed up and ready to go to door number two.

Yeah, I got Ghost girl and Dark boy swapped. Whoops.

The plan here. Is for Palm to murder them all. Palm gets Lucky Egg and first slot, Batman gets Amulet Coin. I believe Liepard will be coming out first, and I know he has a Bisharp.

...Drawing a complete blank on the others.

HEY HOLD THE FUCK UP WHY DO YOU HAVE THE SCRAFTY.

(He has a level 48 Scrafty.)

It’s Dark/Fighting, but I could’ve sworn that was the Fighting guy’s thing.

...Wait.

Is the Fighting guy even this gen?

Uh oh.

Well. Palm’s not a terrible choice for this. I don’t really want Ptera near a Fighting thing. ...Gelding could have handled this one, but oh well.

Mach Punch or Sky Uppercut is the question. I favor Mach Punch because it doesn’t miss, but Sky Uppercut’s accuracy really is not that bad. I think Sky Uppercut will do enough damage to maybe force healing, so... one then the other? Sky Uppercut gets first dibs in case of crit?

Scrafty’s very securely in the orange, but Palm is at 84/146.

I don’t know why I didn’t grind before this, but it’s a little late to keep finding ways to criticize my choices.

Grimsley uses the Full Restore, Palm uses Mach Punch, and yeah, Scrafty’s still in the green from that. Another Sky Uppercut hits, and Scrafty’s down.

Liepard’s up next.

Liepard is not nearly so heavy on damage, and Palm’s Defense is not bad. I think it’s safe to try, even though I’ll have to eat a Fake Out.

Wait, no, I have Batman. Batman’s swapped in.

Level 48 Liepard. Uses Fake Out, does 6 damage because Batman is the damn Batman.

...Liepard uses Attract.

Did you know. That through sheer happenstance. Batman is the sole female member of my team? And thanks to pokemon mechanics, falling in love as a status problem is purely a male/female dynamic?

“Batman is immobilized by love” oh please.

Thankfully that only takes up one turn. Then Batman remembers that Batman does not have time for love and goes to back to the wars. Thank goodness for emotional stunting.

Ugh. Now things are awkward. Krookodile is up next. That. Is worrying. I can’t remember if it or Bisharp is the level 50, but normally I like sending Palm up against the Dark croc line. But those things pack a major punch. Crits mean death. Batman has a Type disadvantage against Earthquake, which it most likely has.

....Heeeeeeey, Frogger...

Oh, right. That. Yeah, let the Special Attacker handle it.

I think I’ll go with Surf first. I also think Krookodile outSpeeds Frogger. So this. Should be. You know.

Yep, Krookodile uses Earthquake, and 79 HP is gone.

...But Surf can one-shot, so sweet.

I guess something that I have failed to keep in mind is that Frogger is competing with giants. In all fair assessment, my team is stacked. Frogger is one of the few standard team models from this gen. ...Even though a surprising amount of my team is. from this gen.

Good boy, Frogger.

And then there’s the Bisharp. Which is likely to be level 50.

Palm does 4x STAB damage to it.

Bisharp is a prime Attack pokemon.

Bisharp is also 2x weak to Fire.

Fido has yet to take a hit.

Sorry Palm, we’re playing this cautious.

Yep, level 50 Bisharp.

Fido uses Flamethrower and it is down. Awesome.

That’s two down.

Everyone’s healed.

Door number three time.

DAMN IT.

Yeah, fine, I got none of the order right.

Ptera’s out in front, no item in case of Acrobatics. Batman with Lucky Egg, Gelding with Amulet Coin.

Deep breath now.

Throughout all my memories of these fights, I definitely did not remember your name was Caitlin.

Level 48 Reuniclus out first. I think she also has a Gothowhatsit. Her others are... Things I should remember better but don’t.

Ptera uses Crunch, leaving Reuniclus in the red.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN REUNICLUS USED THUNDER.

Um.

UM.

I cannot begin to express how much this is a very bad problem.

...Fuck, that’s bad.

I will get to sad later maybe. For now it’s just. I am in so much trouble.

Gelding’s out on account of Thunder. Batman’s up.

Caitlin uses a Full Restore, naturally.

Batman uses Twineedle (wanted the poison just because/in case), and that actually faints it. Gothitelle’s up next, and honestly, if I’m right about the next guy being Fighting, I have no business risking Gelding. So.

Level 50 Gothitelle.

I’m just going to hope X-Scissor one-shots it.

Oh look, it has Thunderbolt.

...Why?

I get that Special Attack moves are great and all, and Thunderbolt and Thunder are both powerful Special Attack moves. But they don’t cover up a particular weakness. Water and Flying? That’s not stuff Psychic has a hard time with.

......No I’m not upset shut up.

X-Scissor gets it down to the very, very red, so Caitlin uses another Full Restore, giving me a free shot. Twineedle again in hope of poisoning. Success, and Gothitelle’s back in red. Another Thunderbolt, and Batman cleans up.

Next up is Sigilyph.

...I don’t know about Thunderbolt, but I think that thing has Ice Beam, and Bug is good against Psychic, but not Flying.

Fido, you’re my best best here.

STAB or 2x Bite, STAB or 2x Bite...

Wait. That’s math. Math I can actually do. Flamethrower beats Bite.

Fido’s faster, and that gets it down to orange (it’s level 48, by the way). It uses Psychic, and that does 64 damage. One more Flamethrower to finish it.

Oh.

And our final contestant is a Musharna.

Special Defense is too high. Fido’s use isn’t terrible, but. Then there’s Batman, with 82 HP left. That goes a long way when you’re made of Steel, but Fido does have Bite.

...Leave Fido in, if Fido gets slept, spend a turn healing Batman and then swap Batman in. Hopefully Fido does more damage than I expect. By a lot.

Level 48 Musharna incoming.

Bite leaves Musharna in the green, but I think two more will actually finish it, and more importantly, Fido is faster and Musharna flinched. So. Not a bad start.

Another Bite and Musharna is red, which... I hope Caitlin’s used her Full Restore allotment. Musharna uses Psychic, which scares me to death but only leaves Fido in the orange.

Please. Do not. Use a Full Restore.

Oh good.

Fido gets the final Bite, and.

And.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I have no ace for the last Elite Four member. Assuming I’m right about him being Fighting. I have Gelding, and things without bonuses. ...Fuck, that’s uncomfortable. And that’s without taking Alder into consideration. Which... depending on N and plot, and.

This is really bad. Team wiping is a serious concern here.

...Sorry I didn’t remember the Thunder, Ptera. You’ve been amazing.

Great.

I’ll guess... Mienfoo’s evolved form, the pillar behemoth thing, Sawk and Throh.

At least one of those will know a Rock move.

No Lucky Egg. Gelding’s equipped with a Sharp Beak.

-taps keyboard-

Well it’s not like there’s a way out, anyway.

So before I was really overwhelmed by everything I love dying, I had the thought that every member of the Elite Four is some kind of goth, and then this here is their jock boyfriend.

It was more amusing back then.

Ghost goth is cute goth, Dark goth is dramatic goth, Psychic sleeping beauty goth is prep goth, and then there’s Marshal.

Yeah, I don’t know, let’s just. Yeah.

Level 48 Throh.

.Air Slash misses, and Throh knows Stone Edge!

Gelding has 53 HP.

Fido isn’t an option because Rock. Frogger’s a tank, but a squishy one. Palm won’t be able to dish out much damage. Batman’s Bug escapes Fighting being super effective, but. Batman’s greatest strength is damage, and she can’t do that against this team.

...Frankly, I’m shocked Gelding could survive Stone Edge. There’s no way that works against Sawk. But against Sawk, there would be a chance of fainting it in one hit. Throh does less damage, but has more HP. I never had delusions of getting it down in one hit, but I thought I would at least be able to hit it.

This is going to be a switch thing.

Frogger has one point less in Defense than Palm, but 50 more HP. Frogger’s in. Ground typing keeps Stone Edge from doing too much. Unfortunately, I am pretty sure that Throh does the least damage of everything on Marshal’s team. That means that this is where I can take hits and heal, but it’s going to switch to Fighting moves, probably, and those will be worse for Frogger and--

I am going to heal Gelding.

Throh uses something called Storm Throw, and. That’s actually not a move I recognize. I have Frogger use Surf, because in the ludicrous imaginings where I survive this, I want to have Hydro Pump available.

...That’s a dumb reason actually, I have Ether and Elixir.

On the other hand, Surf hits. So.

That puts Throh in the orange, but Throh uses Payback. Oh! But that’s a Dark move! I don’t know why I thought it was Fighting for a second. Yeah, great, so Frogger’s still alive, and is going to get the faint.

Enter the Sawk problem.

Frogger’s at 79 HP. I need to heal him if I want to use him. I think Gelding can get Sawk down in one hit.

...I just remembered that Gelding has Fly.

Wow, okay, that changes things.

So I’m pretty sure Gelding will be faster than Sawk. If I’m wrong, Gelding is dead. If I keep Frogger in, there’s a good chance he can take a few punches, especially since he got Throh down to orange in one blow.

But Sawk does more damage than Throh.

If I’m wrong about Frogger being able to take the hits, I lose Frogger. If I’m wrong about the Speed, I lose Gelding, and then will possibly lose Frogger anyway. ...Then I worry that Stone Edge is one of those moves that can hit Flying opponents, but I don’t... think it is?

...I’ll switch in Gelding.

Gelding is faster, and Stone Edge doesn’t hit in the air. See? It’s all. Fine.

what do you mean Sawk has Sturdy.

oh hey Gelding’s still alive with 37 HP.

Marshal will probably use a Full Restore, which will create the same problem of Sturdy (I... think? I have kind of a dim thought of that being a once-per-fight ability, but that might just be my distant hopes of a fair and just world talking, and I do not trust that). Two Air Slashes in a row is probably my safest move for all involved parties.

Wait, no, scratch that. Gelding has Extrasensory. That does not have Air Slash’s 95 accuracy. So that’s one definite hit, then Fly or another Extrasensory depending on the damage.

Full Restore happens. Extrasensory gets Sawk down to orange, so we’re going to do another of those and hope Sawk doesn’t have a priority move! Which I hadn’t considered until this moment!

I could play it safe and switch to something, but. Really, exposing more of my team to this is not safe.

Oh hey, Marshal went with another Full Restore. By all means man, use them up.

Gelding takes the Sawk down.

And now we have a new problem.

My guess is that everything on this team has Stone Edge. That is a guess born of how everything so far has Stone Edge, as well as the too-late reminder that Stone Edge is really popular for Fighting types to pick up.

Conkeldurr is up next.

In a perfect world, Gelding Flys and it’s all over.

Gelding has 37 HP left, and Conkeldurr is a bit of a beast. All it takes is a sliver of health, and Gelding is gone.

The problem is. Like I said, exposing more of my team to this is not safe. I could switch in Batman and heal up Frogger and Gelding while she takes a few hits, then switch over to Frogger and hope things go like they did with Throh, but. It is not beyond thinking that the two pokemon Marshal has left could just destroy my team at will.

Then there’s the last one. I think. There’s a halfway decent chance it’s faster than Gelding.

-breathes in-

So Extrasensory does 80. 2x that’s 160. Fly does 90, 135 with STAB, then the 2x super effective bonus. That is a lot of damage. 160 got Sawk down to orange, but Sawk’s more of a glass cannon type. Conkeldurr’s. a cannon.

Fido can’t be used to switch in. It’d survive a hit, most likely, but not a crit. Palm could maybe survive a crit, but if I heal, I want to heal Gelding and Frogger. Batman could probably take the hits, but then there’s the problem of what happens to the thing that gets switched in. That lost move could be life or death. By which I mean death.

...I’m going all in on Gelding being a powerhouse.

Level 48 Conkeldurr.

I love how there isn’t a Cry option.

Gelding’s faster, uses Fly, and.

Okay so.

It doesn’t hit.

Because Fly.

But Conkeldurr knows Retaliate.

I hate this game. ;-;

....

-buries head in hands-

...M-miss?

-screams a lot forever-

Palm, you have Mach Punch and Marshal’s used two Full Restores. So. That should work?

Level 50 Mienshao. I switch to Batman to heal Frogger, and also possibly to stay, I don’t even know.

...Jump Kick did nearly 70 damage, guess what Batman, you’re switching out!

It does 88 damage to Frogger. Neat. So I’ll just be using Hyper Potions and waiting for Frogger’s Poison Touch to take effect sometime this century. That is my strategy.

.........

I. do not want to talk about how this happened.

Let me tell you how it happened.

I was going through to click yet another Hyper Potion. Because autopilot. Only I did not click the Item menu. I clicked the Fight menu. Still on autopilot, I watch, in horror, as I pick Mud Shot.

Mienshao’s Jump Kick misses and takes half its health.

Mud Shot’s good enough to take the rest.

I’m learning a few things here.

The fact that I’m an idiot is nothing new.

The fact that I routinely underestimate Frogger is my only prayer of surviving what’s next.

Because in case the scoreboard’s somehow been overlooked:

I am in so much trouble.

I don’t even know who I’m fighting next. N? Alder? Ghetsis?

Zekrom?

But you know what I think I remember?

I’m pretty sure that your team gets healed after you face Zekrom. Without you having a say in the matter. That’s... awkward? At best? Ptera and Gelding are not built for doing nothing and dying. I realize they’re both dead, but they did a lot of killing beforehand.

I think I will stick with screaming.

And switching Frogger to the front.

Other things to do: Putting a damn damage boosting item on everyone left instead of trying to pump the Elite Four dry of resources like money and exp.

...Only it turns out I don’t really have many of those kinds of items. Frogger gets Soft Sand, Palm gets Miracle Seed, Fido gets a Shell Bell, and Batman can keep the Lucky Egg.

I don’t foresee this going well.

Team.

Please, please prove me wrong.

I have criminally neglected complimenting aspects of the Elite Four because my head is busy screaming. The dramatics of this many stairs is one such thing that deserve praise. There are others. I might remember them one day.

There are so many stairs, guys.

You know, I’ve realized that if the N and Ghetsis thing is happening now, maybe I don’t have to fight Alder?

That’s a good thing, right?

-grabs popcorn-

Why is this a thing.

“This is Team Plasma’s castle” HOW DOES THAT EXPLAIN ANY OF IT. IS THIS EXPLAINED? I DON’T THINK THE PLOT REALLY CARES BUT I NEED SOMETHING TO FOCUS ON AND THIS IS IT RIGHT NOW. N WHY CAN YOU SPAWN A CASTLE BY ASKING THE SKY FOR IT.

So... Am I maybe going to get a chance to grind before the next big fight?

Dare I hope?

BUT WHY IS THIS HERE.

IT’S TEAM GYM LEADER. KNEEL BEFORE THEIR MIGHT.

Looking at the sets of pairs, I realize that Burgh and Lenora; and Clay and Elesa (please let that be her name) are both established friendship duos between Gym Leaders. It is cool.

Also Bianca asked them to come.

Thank you, friend.

The plot isn’t going to let me leave, is it. This is all just one big stall to make the pain hit that much harder. Geez. Won’t this game think of the people who have self-imposed rules that make everything complicated?

HEY.

Talking to the weird ladies who know N’s tragic backstory healed my pokemon, so now I am walking around with two zombies I need to get rid of kind of right now.

...No disrespect, guys.

...Seriously, where is this PC the Ninja mentioned.

There we go.

A moment of silence for the fallen.

Gelding, I never voice my appreciation of you during these posts, but you always came in handy. Your wonderful Attack stats and diverse movepool was a pleasure to have aboard. When I first caught you, I thought I’d change you out for the next thing I caught. But then I got attached.

You got your comrades this far. I don’t know how long that will last, but thanks.

Ptera... hell, I never really thought you’d go down. You were always this overpowered rockstar. From the second we met. ...You destroyed one of my team prospects. You were always reliable. If I ever wanted to turn my brain off and just expect victory, you were who I put in front.

I really don’t think I can do this without you guys, and I never wanted to.

Goodbye.

Sooo. Access to my PC lets me do away with the problem of zombies. It does not solve the greater problem of the huge trouble I am in. Nothing in my box is a high enough level to assist.

Zekrom is coming up, and I’ll have the option of having him on my team, and he is the first pokemon in this area I’ll have the option of catching.

But the spirit of this run is that everything on my team is randomized. That’s why I ditched my fossil. That’s why I ditched my chimp option.

It’s these four.

I have no idea what happens if I lose and get sent back to a save point inside the castle. Do I just have to keep throwing my box at it until I have no eligible pokemon left and have to declare the Nuzlocke a failure?

This section should have been finished a while ago, since I’m apparently wordy when stressed and there are now a lot of words, but I have kept going because. Well.

I think I know what happens next and I do not like it.

...Wait.

Wait.

YES.

I CAN GRIND.

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Coffee Cups & Leather Jackets pt 4

Hamilton Modern Au Thomas Jefferson x Reader Hamilsquad x Reader PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5 , PART 6, PART 7 Summary: The squad begins to worry as the weekend passes and they still don’t hear any news from you. However, as Monday comes, it means it’s time to return to reality, and for Y/N that means going back to work and facing the boys.

All four members of the Hamilsquad winced at the sound of the door slamming behind you. None of them dared to move from their spot for a solid 2 minutes. It was as if they were waiting for you to come back.

“They’re not coming back, are they?” John muttered, starring at the spot where you once stood.

“Shit,” Alex whispered quietly at first before his face paled with distress. “Shit! We fucked up guys! We fucked up really bad. Tonight was supposed to be a fun night! We were all supposed to laugh and celebrate, not tear each other part. Oh my god, what have we done?”

Hercules placed a hand on his shoulder, and gently lead him to the couch so that he could sit. “We know, Alex. Calm down, we’ll figure something out.”

“Non.” Lafayette breathed as he sat down beside Hamilton. “ ‘e is right. We ignored d’em for two months. D’ey said d’ey were done, and I t’ink d’at d’ey meant it.”

John groaned and sat down on the floor in front of the couch. “If we could just get them to listen! This all just one big misunderstanding. I’m going to call, and try to explain everything.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket but was stopped by Herc snatching it from him.

“No, they need space. We need to give them tonight at least to cool down, and then we can reach out in the morning. We owe them that much.” The tailor smiled at them optimistically. “Things will turn out alright again, we just need to wait. You’ll see, we can work this whole thing out tomorrow.”

Laurens sighed as he flipped the sign open sign for the coffee shop. He glanced at the clock as he walked back over to the guys. You were supposed to be here any minute now. “Do you think they’ll actually come?” He asked as he sat down on one of the bar stools.

Lafayette shrugged as he pressed all the necessary buttons to turn on the various coffee machines. “Je ne sais pas. D’ey are scheduled for today, but I ‘aven’t ‘eard from d’em all weekend.” He paused in thought. “I am worried about d’em.”

Alex scoffed as he threw back one of his four daily espressos. “Well, I say good riddance. They don’t care enough to listen to our side of the story, why should we care about them?” Even though he tried his best not to show it, everyone could tell that he didn’t mean a single word he had just said. The pain that was laced behind those words was too raw for it to be true.

Hercules shook his head and counted out the morning float. “Come on, man. They have every reason to be mad at us. We screwed up. We basically shunned them for two whole months. We could’ve at least popped in once a week to say ‘hi’, or made some plans after work, but we didn’t. Now we have to pay the price.”

Hamilton didn’t say anything in response. He only swallowed down another one of his espressos before beginning his cleaning routine for the shop. They all continued the way they would every other morning, only much quieter. As time passed, they continued waiting for your arrival. Even though you were now half an hour late, they all had hope that you were just stuck in traffic, or that the stormy weather outside had slowed you down. But there was still no sign of you.

As the doorbell jingled, signaling the coming of another customer, Herc sighed from his place behind the counter and turned to face them. “Welcome to 1776, how can I help you to-” He stopped midsentence as he realized who he was talking to. “Y/N?!”

There was no doubt that it was you standing in front of him, however, he was shocked to see that you had changed. Instead of your normal colorful outfits with playful prints, you were dressed more elegantly. You had on black jeans, that were rolled up past your ankles. An ivory colored, v-neck shirt was only half tucked into the pants, as the other hung loosely by your side. It was all covered by a long, cream-colored coat, that had a single black button for if you decided to close it. On top of all of that, it seemed that you had also dyed and styled your hair to be more modern.

It wasn’t your appearance that threw them all off, however. It was the ice cold stare you were giving them, along with the distant aurora around you. You only rose an eyebrow in response to them before heading to the staff room to switch your jacket for your apron.

John pointed to the door with a frown. “Is it just me, or did a Y/N, that absolutely did not seem like Y/N just come in?”

As if to answer their question, you walked through the room towards the kitchen. “I’ll be b-baking.” You claimed as you went to do your job. But your voice lacked any of the emotion that it usually did. They waited until they could hear music playing before continuing their discussion.

“I am...Confused.” Lafayette stated causing Alex to snort as he wiped down tables.

“You’re not the only one, Laf. That was not our Y/N. Our Y/N is constantly smiling and wears silly colors and shit. They were always joking around with us and hanging out here with us during the morning shift. There is no way that’s them.”

Herc looked at the kitchen with a pained expression. “Their stutter’s back.” All the other guys fell quiet as he pointed out the small, but important fact. “They’re stuttering around us again.”

John groaned and placed his order pad on the counter. “Okay, something’s up. I’m going to go talk to them, see if I can straighten this whole thing out. Maybe I can get them to hear our side of things.”

When Laurens walked into the kitchen you were already beginning to fold the dough for a fresh batch of croissants. He smiled as he remembered the day that they had finally convinced you to join their team of baristas. You were hesitant at first because you didn’t want to interact with strangers. But one day when you had the squad over for dinner, you gave them some homemade cookies, and after that, they basically begged you to bake sweets for the cafe. You had been apart of their daily routine ever since.

“Hey, Y/N.” John greeted with a smile as he closed the door behind him. You looked over your shoulder at him but said nothing. “I... um... I like your haircut.”

You felt your heart scream at you to hug him, or tell him it’s okay, or anything, but you had to remember Thomas’ training. These boys don’t want you. They were only using you. You sighed and turned to face him. “What do you want John? I’m trying to work.”

He held his hands up in defense at the sharpness of your voice. “I didn’t come in here to fight. I just wanted to talk, you seem...different.”

You scoffed and turned back to your dough. “Oh, d-do I? Are you sure th-that I didn’t j-just change during th-the two months wh-where I apparently didn’t exi-exist?”

John quickly went over to your side in an attempt to get your attention. “Y/N, please. We are so so sorry for what we did to you. But you have to believe me, that it’s not what you think. It’s-”

You closed your eyes in frustration and threw the ball of dough into a bowl. “Please, I don’t want to hear it. I had a really hard time this weekend, and I just want to forget about it all.” You grabbed some flour to start on a new batch of cookies, as you heard the doorbell chime. “You have customer, you need to get back to work.” You finished coolly.

Lauren’s mournfully nodded and left you to do your work. He walked over to Lafayette to help him prepare orders for the customers that were beginning to come in. The french glanced at him and frowned. “I take it d’at it did not go well?” John shook his head, causing Laf to sigh. “We will ‘ave to try again tomorrow. We ‘ave to believe d’at we can get d’em back.”

The rest of the day went by agonizingly slow and was filled with longing glances towards the kitchen. You only left your workspace to re-fill the sweet racks and did a minimum amount of talking with the boys. It was hard, and a part of you just wanted to cave in an forgive them. At those moments you thought of Thomas and knew that you were doing the right thing.

Five minutes before closing, the door rang once again, and Alex groaned when he saw who it was. Thomas Jefferson. He wanted nothing more than to go up to him and tell him to get the hell out. That and rip a hole in that tacky magenta leather jacket of his. But he knew he had to keep his cool if he wanted to keep his job.

Jefferson walked up to the cash and grinned at Hercules. The man glared at him. “What can I help you with?” He gritted out. All of the Hamilsquad, excluding Lafayette, hated this man. He was always sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, and although no one knew exactly what it was, they knew he was up to something at all times.

“Now Hercules, is that any way to talk to a paying customer?” Herc clenched his teeth at the rich man's tone. Lafayette quickly intervened and took over Mulligan's post before a fight could break out.

“What can I ‘elp you with, mon ami?”

Jefferson looked up at the menu and nodded. “I’ll take a tall, non-fat, latte with caramel drizzle. Oh! And a tall, iced, white chocolate mocha with two pumps of cinnamon dolce syrup.”

Each of the boys frowned at the second order. That was your coffee order. It didn’t matter if it was -40 out, you would always get your iced white chocolate mocha. When Alex first saw Jefferson here, he was angry. He thought that he was only here to mock and tease him. But now he was suspicious. Lafayette nodded and wrote the names onto the cups before handing them to Hercules to make.

Thomas leaned against the counter and played with his phone as he waited for the drinks. For the first time that day, you walked out of the kitchen without a tray of sweets in your hands. The squad watched in confusion as you marched up to Jefferson with confidence. You stood in front of him and glared up at him as you crossed your arms over your chest. “What are you d-doing here, J-Jefferson?” The boy's eyes widened at the snarl in your tone.

Jefferson looked down at you with an unimpressed look for a solid minute, before cracking into a grin, and ruffling your hair. “I have to admit, that one was pretty good. We just got a work on that stutter of yours.”

You pouted, threw your arms by your side. “I c-can’t help it! I swear I-I’m cursed or s-something.” Thomas laughed again.

The squad stared at the two in shock. You had barely said a word to them all day, and when you did it was extremely cold hearted. But then Thomas Fucking Jefferson walks in, and suddenly you’re back to your normal self. “I’m sorry,” Alex interrupted with a confused chuckle. “But how do you two know each other.”

The cheerful energy around you was gone in a flash, and you opened your mouth to reply, but Thomas beat you to it. “Y/N and I are close friends. “

John laughed loudly at this and came to Alexander’s side. “Oh, that’s funny. Yeah, no. I’m pretty sure we would’ve known if our best friend was speaking with the likes of you.”

You sarcastically gasped at looked up at Jefferson. “You hear th-that, Tommy! Suddenly I-I’m their b-best friend again.”

He smirked at your sarcasm and mentally congratulated himself on training you so well. “Is that so? Last I checked they had thrown you to the curb like you were trash.” Although his words were more directed to the boys than they were to you, they still hurt.

Hercules growled and stepped forward. “Look, we never meant to hurt you. It’s all just one big misunderstanding-”

“That lasted two months?” Thomas scoffed and wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders. “I find that unlikely. Lafayette silently slid the two coffees across the counter. There was anger in his eyes, but he knew better than to go up against Thomas. He knew what Jefferson’s business was, and he didn’t want to be caught on the bad side of it. Jefferson passed you your coffee and gestured for you to go grab your coat.

Once you left the room, he stared down the squad with unmasked glee. “Y'all screwed up by letting them go. Y/N is an amazing ally to have, but from what I can tell you wouldn’t want to be their enemy.”

Hamilton snarled at him and passed John his mop. He stormed over Thomas and grabbed his jacket to pull him down to his height. “Now you listen here, you obnoxious, self-centered prick. I don’t know what lies you’ve been feeding them, but I am not about to let you steal our friend away from us.”

Thomas smirked at him and pushed him away. “I can’t steal what’s not yours. You four lost them all on your own.” He wound his arm around you as you came back, and walked towards the door. He gave the squad one final mocking wave before taking Y/N and leaving.

Once again the boys found themselves staring at a door you had just walked out of.

“Shit.”

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the echo i created outlasted my last breath

part four

When Amy was younger, someone told her that it takes two seconds for something to sink in, for you to react to something. The fall of the back of a bus won’t be registered until two seconds later, when your head hits the concrete and it was all too late.

Now, as Amy stands next to her husband and in front of her supposed-soul mate, she feels like she needs more than two seconds and also like it istoo late.

She thinks that maybe she needs half a century or a full one. She’d give anything to have these last ten seconds back. She’d tell Jake they could run away, just them two and the little bean in her stomach. They could go to Paris, like they’d always wanted. Or they could go to Florida, that swamptown of a state. Anywhere, everywhere, to get away from here.

At the thought of this, she looks at Jake, who’s staring intently at the door, his eyes lost. She thinks he needs more than two seconds, too.This man, her soulmate, is smiling.

He doesn’t look shaken up, of course not, his life is not the one that’s getting unraveled.

“I…” she trails off, uncertain where to begin. The man shakes his head, smile still not gone.

“Sorry, I guess I should introduce myself.” He holds his hand out. She hesitantly shakes it, it’s soft in hers. “I’m Adam. Adam Goodman.”

“Amy Santiago.” she turns over to Jake, who’s looking like he’s going to throw up. “This is Jake, my husband.” Jake smiles a quasi-smile, falling like crumbling bridge a mere half-second later.

Adam’s eyes widen and he laughs a cough-like laugh. One of his hands scratch his beard in uncomfortableness. Amy reaches for Jake’s hand, holds his limp fingers tight in her fist. Jake’s hand touches her stomach again lightly. It’s a small touch but it reminds her that he’s here and it comforts her.

Adam notices the position of Jake’s hand and he drops his hand from his face, face going a little stormy.

“I guess we have a lot to catch up on, huh?”

She stares at Adam now, trying to find that feeling that made Lisa leave her brother. That feeling that made her leave him and her newborn daughter. She doesn’t find it. Can’t find it.

The coffee on the table sits untouched, cold now. She’d only made it to have something to do. She only made it to calm down her shaking hands, hands that sit on her lap now, clasped tightly together, like she’s praying.

Jake sits to her right, still in that quiet mood, not speaking one word. Not while she made the coffee and not while they stare at one another in the quiet of the room.

Adam clears his throat, the veil of quiet quickly dissipates.

“So, I guess I’ll start.” he laughs awkwardly. “I run an art gallery in Manhattan and I have a dog named Leo.” he says. Amy doesn’t speak. Neither does Jake. Adam fills the silence. “And you’re an officer, I’m guessing.” At her confused look, he motions towards a framed picture of her and Jake in their uniform.

“Lieutenant.” she says, throat dry. “We’re detectives.” she emphasizes we’re. We’re a couple; we’re together; we’re the people whose lives you’re unraveling. Adam notices because he clenches his jaw slightly. She doesn’t know what he was expecting. A welcome parade? For her to pack up her bags and bid sweet farewell to Jake?

“Right.” he says a little bitterly.

Amy yearns to reach over for Jake’s hand but his arms are crossed, in displeasure or maybe in denial. Amy figures it’s both.

“How far along are you?” Amy and Jake exchange looks.

Amy hesitates, staring down at her hands as she answers. “About two months.” The sonogram lies in her purse now, forgotten. All good mood from the news abandoned.

“Are you craving anything?” he asks. “My sister used to crave strawberries like crazy when she-”

“Amy hates strawberries.” It’s the first words that Jake has spoken since Adam has appeared and Amy jumps a little at the sound of his voice.

“Oh, I-” Adam blinks and nods. “Right. I guess there’s a lot about you that I have to know, huh?”

“She’s also allergic to dogs.” Jake says again.

Once again, Adam nods along. He waits for Jake to say something else but Jake’s quiet again, retreating into himself.

The phone ringing breaks them out of their reverie and Amy almost leaps up to answer it, leaving Jake and Adam in the living room. It’s Holt. He explains that he needs them in the precinct, a high-ranking officer’s daughter has been kidnapped. Amy hates that she’s glad for the interruption.

“Jake, we need to go.” she says, already buttoning up her coat. “It’s an emergency.”

“Okay.” he says, relief clouding his eyes. Adam jumps up and follows after them as Jake buttons up his coat, grabs his badge.

“Wait, can we meet again?” he asks. Amy and Jake stop in their tracks. She glances over at him and his face betrays no emotion. As a matter of fact, he’s waiting for her answer, too.

“I don’t know.” she answers truthfully. Jake’s eyes darken and he grabs the keys. Amy regrets her words. Adam follows them out to the hallway and Jake locks the door behind them. As they walk towards the elevator Adam calls out, “I’ll see you around.”

They tell the squad about the baby after they find the kidnapped daughter, a week later. Boyle faints and Holt offers them thirty books about raising a kid. They all notice the chasm-like gap between them but don’t mention it. They don’t tell them about Adam.

Jake remains distant.

She doesn’t see Adam again for three weeks. Then, he stops by.

It’s when Amy’s on her day off and Jake’s at his mom’s. She knows he’s probably telling her about Adam and she yearns to be with him but she understands that he needs to be alone.

She‘s tried talk to him about Adam but Jake would always change the subject. He’d always say he had some work to do and then lock himself in the spare room.

The chasm had grown wider.

The knock on the door startles her and she drops her work, opening the door.

“Adam.” she says in greeting, her stomach churning. She’d almost forgotten about him, but here he is now, still wearing that smile from the first day.

“Amy, I hope you don’t mind that I stopped by.” he says, stepping around her despite her not letting him in.

“I-” she trails off, not wanting to lie because, yes, she does mind this. Jake is not going to take it well if he finds Adam in their apartment. Despite this, she closes the door and Adam makes himself at home by sitting on the sofa. Amy remains by the door, in case she has to make a quick escape.”What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see how you were doing.” he shrugs. “Talk. I know we didn’t do a lot of that the last time I was here, so…” he trails off.

“Yeah, there’s a reason for that.” she says, her voice strong. “I’m married Adam, and I don’t plan on leaving Jake.” Adam doesn’t respond. “I don’t even know how you found me.”

“The “Find your Soulmate” service.” he answers and Amy remembers signing up at Kylie’s insistence.

“That was over ten years ago.” she says and shakes her head.

“I didn’t apply until a few years later.” he says. “And by then, you had moved out of the address provided on the service.”

Amy sighs. Adam’s still watching her like he’s expecting something from her. Amy’s skin itches.

She wants Jake here to dull it.

Adam licks his lips and says, “I’m sorry for leaving, I really am but I was young and scared-”

When she was younger, she used to beat herself up wondering why he left but now, she doesn't really care. It stopped mattering a long time ago and now, it's the least of her worries.

“I’m sorry but I think it’s best if you leave.” she interrupts, the words leaving like arrows out of her mouth. She doesn’t mean to sound so harsh about it but she can’t take the words back. Doesn’t want to, anyway.

Adam clenches his jaw but nods in understanding, and stands. Amy holds the door open for him and as he leaves, he pauses. Amy stiffens.

“We’re soulmates. We belong together. No matter how much you fight it, we’re two halves of a heart.” Amy swallows the cherry pit in her throat and nods towards the open door.

“Go.”

When Jake arrives later that night, she’s going over some files, Adam’s words still repeating in her brain. Are they really meant to be one whole being? Is that all she is? Some incomplete human only to be completed by a man who the universe says she’s supposed to love?

No. She’s already completed. Jake completes her.

He kisses her cheek hello and grabs a glass of water. Amy hesitates, not wanting to tell him but knowing that if she keeps this from him it will bite her in the ass later.

“Adam was here earlier.” Jake’s back stiffens in displeasure. “I didn’t call him or anything. He just stopped by.”

“And?” he asks after a second, tossing the rest of the water down the sink.

“I told him to leave.” she says.

She can’t see his face but she can tell he’s uncomfortable and she regrets talking about it. She’s opened up the chasm even wider. They’re both going to fall in.

The apartment is quiet, as it usually is now, and Amy closes her eyes in despair. This is why she’s always hated surprises.

“I think it’s best if I go to my mom’s house.” he says after a second, startling her. Amy stands, heart at her throat. He wants to go to his mom’s? Now? Now when she stands at the edge of the chasm?

Now that she’s sure they’re falling in?

“No, why?” she stutters, stumbling over her words. “That’s insane, Jake.” He sighs and when he meets her eyes, Amy can see that his mind has been made up for a while now. It kills her to think that that was probably what he was talking to his mom about today. It kills her to know that it was exactly what he was doing.

“For me. I think…” he pauses, quietly closes his eyes. Amy’s heart shatters. “I think it would be a good option for me. Give us some time to think.”

“Think about what?” she says, her voice rising as she speaks. “There’s nothing to think about. We’re married, Jake.”

“And he’s your soulmate, Amy!’ he nearly shouts and Amy jumps, hand going to her stomach automatically. Jake’s eyes tighten and he hold his hands palms up, like he’s pleading. “Please.”

“Okay.” she says after a moment. “Okay.”

She sits in the living room as he puts his seven years with her into a small black suitcase. She watches him leave, taking half of her heart with him.

They avoid each other at the precinct, like a moth does to light. She doesn’t know if she’s the moth that’s doing the avoiding or the light. All she knows is that she really craves a cigarette but can’t smoke, so her nails are now bitten to stubs.

Rosa calls her three weeks after he’s left and let’s Amy blubber on the phone. She comes over with three pizzas and a basket of wings. Amy tells her about Adam.

“I know.” Rosa says easily, polishing off another slice. “Jake told me.”

Amy sighs. “It was my dumb fault he left. I shouldn’t have said anything about Adam stopping over. We should’ve gone to France when we had the chance.”

Rosa hesitates and Amy asks, “What?”

“Amy, Jake’s transferring to the 78 next week.”

Amy closes her eyes. She had anticipated this for a few weeks. After quiet meetings with Holt and instance after instance in which he avoided her. She was the light, she knew that now.

She knows that this is the best thing for him and she knows why this is happening but she wishes that it wasn’t. She wishes that the last weeks hadn’t happened. However, they did and she receives another reminder.

It comes in a form of a knock at the door. Amy and Rosa meet each other’s eyes and Amy sighs, stands. It’s Adam.

“Hi.” he says, smiling. She wonders how his cheeks don’t burst with how much smiling he does.

“Adam.” Amy says, unable to keep the sigh out of her voice. His eyes tighten as he looks over her shoulder at Rosa looming behind her.

“Hello..” he trails off and Rosa crosses her arms, eyes narrowed. She doesn’t offer a real greeting apart from a nod. Despite this, Adam clears his throat and keeps smiling. “So, we haven’t really talked.”

“Yeah, we haven’t.” she says, offering no explanation.

“Right, well, i just wanted to see how you were doing.” he clears his throat. “You know, with the baby and all.”

“Oh, um, I’m fine.” she says, not moving or signaling for him to come in.

He nods slowly and clears his throat again. “Well, I guess I should be going.”

“Yeah.”

Adam nods, tries to say something, but turns around and then leaves.

When he’s gone, Rosa turns to her and says, “There’s something off about him. I just don’t know what.”

She hits her second trimester, her stomach now slowly bubbling out of her shirts. She doesn’t see Jake for a two weeks but he frequently texts her about her baby, wanting to know how she’s doing. She keeps the texts brief and professional, knowing that’s what’s best for him. Knowing that this is what he wants but it is not what she wants. She years to confess everything in those texts, yearns to tell him to return to her and their baby. They hadn’t talked about the big “D” word. Divorce. But she knew if things continued as they did, it was imminent.

She buries that deep inside her.

He surprises her at her next appointment, plopping down beside her and making her look up from her crossword. He looks the same but what was she thinking was going to change in a few weeks? The treacherous pleading words are lodged in her throat but she swallows them down. She simply nods as hello and tries and fails to finish her crossword.

The gel is cold in her stomach and the buzzing of bees in her brain quiets down at the sound of the heartbeat. Even Jake draws closer, eyes wide at the image of the little human. The baby's heartbeat is a symphony and Amy closes her eyes and drowns in it.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Jake offers her a ride home and Amy accepts. It’s quiet and separate copies of the sonogram lie in each of their pockets. She has so much she wants to say but instead she stares at the passing buildings.

When they get to her apartment, the words she’s been trying to contain leak out of her.

“You should move back in.”

He sighs, eyes closing and his back hunching over.

“I think it’s about time. You’ve done your thinking and-”

“Amy-”

“Jake, this whole thing is silly! I didn’t ask you to leave. I’m not dating Adam-”

“Amy!”

Still, she soldiers on. Her phone’s ringing, driving her crazy and she ignores Rosa’s call.

“I just don’t think you should’ve-”

“Amy,” the naked desperation in his voice makes her stop talking automatically. “If my soulmate appeared again, would you do the same for me?” Amy hesitates, the words lodged in her throat. Jake staring at her for her answer.

Would she? Would she leave the man she’s loved for six years because his soulmate had appeared again? Yes, a million times yes.

So, that’s why she gets off the car and doesn’t look back as she gets into her apartment. When the door closes behind her is when she allows herself to cry.

Amy fixes her hair for the sixth time the next night, irritation making her itchy. She groans and lets her hair fall limply again. What does it even matter? It’s just dinner with her soulmate. Is he really gonna care that she’s wearing sandals because her feet no longer fit into her favorite high-heels? No, because it’s his literal job to be in love with her. It’s literally in his name.

Still, Amy really wanted to wear the shoes. She glares down at her stomach but her eyes soften and she rubs her belly. It’s not this baby’s fault. And okay the baby does kick it’s mother an inconsiderate amount. But these kicks, despite how much they don’t let her sleep, remind her of the love she shares with Jake. Because, soulmate or not, she still loves him and just because she agreed to one dinner with Adam doesn’t mean she’s forgotten him.

He still has her last name. He still has half her heart in his hands.

The knock on her startles her and she grabs her purse and phone. She opens the door and there he stands, Adam.

She doesn't notice it until thirty minutes into the dinner that Rosa is right, there is something odd about him. Like Rosa, she isn’t exactly sure what it is but there’s a quiet desperation about him, something that sits below his skin and aches to get out. How he agrees to everything she says, even things he’d first disagreed about. Or that ever present smile on his face.

It unnerves her a bit.

Rosa calls her as she’s opening her apartment door later and Amy remembers ignoring her call the day before.

“Thanks for the call back.” Rosa says as greeting, her voice leaking annoyance.

“Yeah, sorry, I’ve been really busy.” she sets her purse down and rubs her face, not caring about her makeup smudging. Her little baby kicks and she presses her palm against the little foot. It kicks again.

“I found out why he’s so weird.”

“Hmm, who?” The baby kicks again and Amy winces as she sits. She lets out a soft groan and kicks off her shoes, glad her heels didn’t fit now.

“Adam.”

“Right. What’s going on? Please don’t tell me he’s an ex-con.”

“No, Amy.” Rosa hesitates and Amy sobers some, the news have to be big is Rosa is being this serious. “Amy, remember last year when we had to seal off the highway because of that big accident?”

“Yes, three people died. A mother and two kids.” she remembers it like it was yesterday because it was everywhere. Drunk driver kills mother, daughter and six month old son.

“That was his family, Amy.” Rosa says. “Those were his kids. That was his wife.”

It all makes sense then.

Adam comes over the next day and Amy doesn’t open the door. She feels bad after knowing his past but knows she can’t face him. What is she to say to him? I’m sorry you lost your wife. I hope I’m not a replacement for her.

She doesn’t know why she watches him from the window.

She watches as he stands outside for a beat more and then turns. He stops at the corner, waits as the light changes, and as the sun beams above him, she sees it.

The sorrow, the grief, all those horrible things that beat their enormous fist through his shape of a person. She wonders how he breathes with that enormous piece missing.

The light changes and he walks; she loses track of him in the crowd.

Amy stands at the window for two more hours, wonders how she could’ve missed it.

Adam calls the next day and she lets it ring until it hits voicemail.

“Amy,” he begins. Amy stands over the recorder. “I hope you’re okay.” he clears his throat. “Anyway, that’s it.”

He finds her as she’s leaving the grocery store. She’s managed to avoid him for two weeks but now, as she sees the grief, her heart weighs heavy.

She agrees to weekly coffees but nothing else. She hadn’t asked about his past, didn’t have the courage to.The grief in his eyes shone brighter now that she was showing more and Amy felt bad for his lost children.

“So, you’re getting bigger.” Jake’s mom says as she sets the plates down. She stopped by on surprise but Amy knows that Jake probably sent her. Most likely to check on her and the baby. She hadn’t seen him since the last appointment two weeks prior. The due date was closer now, making it real in her eyes now, scaring her a bit. She wasn’t sure what was to happen when the baby was born. Were they going to raise the baby in separation? What was going to happen to them and the baby?

Her stomach now a bulbous thing, like an extra limb, and it kicked like one, too. They’d both silently agreed to wait to find out the sex in the beginning but now Amy wants to know.

She’s tired of unexpected surprises.

“Yes, I have my own center of gravity now.” she says, cutting the lettuce. Jake’s mom laughs, rolls her eyes.

“Oh, please, I was two thirds bigger than you when I had Jake.” she says.

“Speaking of Jake, how’s he been?” she asks casually. The communication between them had just stayed casual. He didn’t know about Adam or about his past. She told Rosa not to tell him, she still didn’t know what to do with the information.

Jake’s mom sighs and shakes her head as she starts serving. “What can I say? He’s...adjusting, I guess.”

Amy nods, remembering the slight unshaven look he had at her latest appointment. She knew they were getting overworked at 78. So was the 99 but Holt had put her on desk duty now that her stomach didn’t let her see her shoes. She and Hitchcock sometimes got lunch together. (They had the same cravings.)

“Yeah.” A beat of silence. She wants to ask more but instead just cuts the lettuce. Jake’s mom bites her lip and eyes her with worried eyes.

“I know, you’re both going through a hard time but this is...harder for him, Amy.”

“How, so?” her voice is a little venomous and she winces, apologizes with her eyes. His mom shrugs his off with a shake of her head and washes her hands.

She stares at Amy a moment later and says, “Did he ever tell you about his soulmate?”

“No.”

Jake’s mom hesitates and then shakes her head. “Ask him about it and then you’ll understand why he left and why he’s taking it so hard.”

That night, after Jake’s mom leaves, she gets a message from Jake. It’s their weekly update text.

Eggplant, it reads, they’re the size of an eggplant this week.

Amy smiles in her quiet apartment and hesitates but presses call. He answers in the first ring.

“Hey, is everything okay?” his voice is hurried, clouded with worry and Amy tries to fix it.

“Yeah, sorry, I-I didn’t mean to worry you.”

There’s a beat of silence. Amy regrets calling for a second.

“Eggplant.” he says after a second. “It’s about as big as an eggplant.”

“Yeah, well an eggplant doesn’t kick as much as he does.” As if to prove her point, the baby kicks again and Amy winces, presses her hand down.

“He?” he asks, hoarsely.

“No, I don’t know. I’m just guessing.”

“We need to start thinking of names soon.” he says. “I vote for John.”

“After John McClane?” she asks with a teasing lilt.

“Obviously.”

“Mhm.” she says, settling down on the sofa.

“He’ll have a presidential name, Amy.”

“Jake, John McClane was never a president.”

“Says you.” he snorts and Amy rolls her eyes, glad they’re quietly debating again. “Anyway, it’s not like you’d know. You always fell asleep watching them.”

“No, I didn’t.” she argues.

“Yes, you did.” he says and Amy can see the grin on his face. She closes her eyes, savoring the moment. It’s been a long time since Jake has teased her or since she’s felt this light.

“Nope.” she argues back.

“Okay, what happens in the fourth one?”

“Easy. He fights some bad guys and wins."

He pauses and then says, “You got lucky there.” She laughs, rolling her eyes.

Then, she’s sure. She’s got to fight for him. She’s going to confront Adam, she’s going to tell him that she’s not a replacement.

She’s going to get Jake back.

The next time she sees Adam is a week later. She misses their coffee date on purpose, knowing that he’d bring the coffee over to her.

The little eggplant in her stomach doesn’t stop kicking. She thinks it’s going to kick itself out of her and she isn’t keen of the idea.

She’s sitting in her sofa waiting for him. And she’s ready, ready to confront him about his wife and his two kids. Ready to look him in the face and say, I love Jake Santiago Peralta and I don’t care if you’re the person the Universe says I should be with. I love him with all my heart and we’re having a baby together. And he took my name after letting me win a “Who Can Get Naked Faster First?” contest. So I know he loves me with all of his heart because Jake doesn't let anybody beat him.

The knock of her door doesn’t surprise her.

“Hey,” she says and opens the door to him. The eggplant kicks again and Amy presses her palm to calm it down. It kicks harder.

“Hey. I know you couldn’t make the coffee shop so i brought the shop to you.” he says as he hands her the cup marked ‘decaf’ to her, walking in.

“Thanks.” she says.

He motions towards her stomach. “You’re having a girl.”

“What?”

“It’s rounder. There’s an old superstition that if you’re stomach is rounder, you’re going to be having a girl.”

“How do you know that?”

He pauses, face sobering and says. “My mother was a midwife.” He’s lying, she knows. He walks towards the kitchen.

“Adam, did you have a family before this?” he stops and looks over his shoulder at her.

“What?”

“Yeah, did you ever have kids?”

“I...don’t understand the question.” he says slowly, face draining.

“I know about them.” she says quietly. Adam stands in the middle of the room, hands limply at his side. “I was on site when they were found. I was part of the team that closed the highway.”

He closes his eyes in defeat and when he opens them the grief is naked in them. “Their names were Alice and Jason. My wife’s name was Elaine. Elly for short.” There isn’t a drop of happiness in him. Sorrow owns him and covers him like a fog. The blanket has been raised off of him now and Amy can finally see him for who he really is.

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” she says sincerely.

“They were the best thing in my life.”

Amy nods along.

“I’m sorry, too.” he says after a second and Amy raises her eyebrows, unsure to what he means. “I’ve known about you for years. The letter arrived a long time ago and I never had the courage to look you up. I did it after Elly and I got married. You and Jake were together and Alice had just been born. So, I stayed away, knowing it’d be for the best.” Amy blinks, trying to make sense of it all. “But, then,” he licks his lips. “it happened and I was all alone. I didn’t know what to do with myself and I looked for that letter, scoured every inch of my abandoned home until I found it.”

“Adam-”

“I thought you’d be able to fix me. I thought that this soulmate mumbo jumbo would be fix the empty hole in my heart, but...it’s not.” he says quietly.

Amy’s heart yearns for him, understanding but there’s some anger in her heart. She knows she should be more angry at the fact that he’s ruined her life. However, she’s sure she’d do the same thing if Jake and little Eggplant died. She’d scour till the end of the world to find someone or something to fill that hole with. She wouldn’t care that they had happiness of their own.

Grief knows no bounds and knows no truth.

“I think it’s best if we don’t see eachother anymore.” she says slowly, tears falling down her face. “You and I know I haven’t and I never will fill the void.” Adam nods, his own eyes teary.

Amy knows there’s a long road ahead of him. She knows he’ll never get over their deaths but for his sake, she hopes he finds someone that makes it easier for him to live.

She knows that it’s not her.

Before he leaves, he says, “I’m sorry for disrupting your happiness.” Amy rubs her stomach, Eggplant quiet.

That’s the last time Amy sees him.

“Tell me about her.” It’s three in the morning, and Adam’s confession still repeats in her brain but she needs answers. She needs to fix everything that’s ruptured. Jake knows why she’s here, and looks awake despite it being early in the morning and despite her bursting into his mother’s house like she owns the damn place. “Tell me about your soulmate.”

“Her name was Jenny.” he says quietly, his hair like a hurricane around his face.

Eggplant kicks and Amy quiets her with a press of her palm. Jake’s eyes draw to her stomach.

“Jenny Gildenhorn. We grew up together. She was my best friend’s little sister; she’d follow us and ask to use our firetruck with her pigtails trailing after her. She moved away when she was fifteen, a week before my eighteenth birthday.” He sits up, looks up at her with dark eyes as he continues talking. Amy plops down beside him. His hands twitch as they yearn to touch her stomach. “It happened on her twenty-second birthday. Her brother, Seth, invited me to her party because we hadn’t seen each other in a while. She begged me to leave with tears in her eyes after it happened.” he pauses and sighs. “She was pregnant. She had gotten together with a Single, whose soul mate had died in a plane crash.”

Amy nods, trying to picture a twenty two year old Jenny begging him to leave. A young Jake tripping over his shoes as he left. The tortuous repeat as once again, he left. This time, the child his. This time, him leaving without her asking, fearing the look in her eyes that showed in Jenny’s. The tears, the pregnant belly and the urgent plea to stay away.

“Soulmates aren’t just lovers, you know?” she says softly, remembering Adam and the storm of grief surrounding him. There wasn’t enough bandages in the world to fix that giant, gaping hole in his heart.

“Yeah.” he sighs, one of his hands touching her wrist lightly, testing the waters. She turns her palm over and threads their fingers together. “I loved her instantly, I understood how Lisa left your brother.” He says. “But…I couldn’t do that to Jenny. I couldn’t.” he shakes his head. “So, I left. I told her I would stay away and I did.” he shakes his head, correcting himself. “I have. I haven’t seen her since her birthday.”

The little eggplant in her stomach kicks and she holds his hand to her stomach. “Feel.” he closes his eyes, losing himself in the tiny feels of their child. “It doesn’t stop kicking.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever love again." he says softly. “but you’re real. They’re real.” he says, motioning toward her stomach. “And sometimes it felt like a dream, how lucky I was. I was waiting to be woken up but you’re really real and I always thought maybe I had done something right in a past life to have you. Then, Adam came and well…” he trails off.

Amy kisses his cheek, closes her eyes and leans her head on his shoulder.

“Adam’s gone. He left for good.” she says and Jake sighs in relief, hand pressing tighter against her stomach. “I think you might need some more time.” she says and he tries to argue but she kisses him for the first time in months. “Don’t argue with me. I know you’re hurt because this reminded you of Jenny. I know you need some time to adjust again.”

“I don’t want to be away from you again.”

“You won’t.” she says, holding his face in her hands. “I promise.” she kisses him again because she’s missed the feel of his lips against hers.

“Why did he leave?” he asks quietly. Amy sighs, remembering his sorrow-filled face.

“He couldn’t fill the void.” she doesn’t mention whether it’s hers or his but Jake nods, understanding without words. He kisses her once, lightly.

“Stay.” he says.

“Okay.” she nods.

It’s hard to fit into Jake’s tiny bed, especially with Eggplant taking up most of the bed but they manage. Jake doesn’t take his hand off her stomach for the rest of the night.

For the first time in months, Eggplant lets her sleep without a single kick.

She doesn’t want to push him back with her, understanding now that she knew the whole story. They go out to dinner once a week and talk nightly on the phone. It’s weeks later when she invites him up to her apartment.

“Oh, are you inviting me up for a nightcap?” he raises his eyebrows suggestively and her heart floats. She’s missed this so much.

“Jake,” she says evenly. “I’m eight months pregnant. I want to eat ice cream in bed and watch Jeopardy.”

The grin doesn’t leave his face. “My kind of night.”

Jake slowly moves back in, his half of the closet back to its messy state and his toothbrush in their shared bathroom. His childhood bedroom goes back to being abandoned.

A few weeks before her due date they talk about Jenny again, about what’s to happen if she returns. Jake confesses that Seth called him with updates about her every so often, the last one being about nine years ago. She had just given birth to her third child and was about to start her doctorate back then.

“I stopped asking after that.” he says and holds her hand tightly in his. “She’s not coming back. She’s happy.” he says and kisses her palm lightly, like a butterfly’s kiss. “But not happier than me.”

“Us.” she corrects.

Baby Ariana is born on a Tuesday. Jake is out getting donuts and returns to a crying Amy sitting on the sofa. He freaks out, dropping the box automatically.

“Jake! You’re going to stain the rug.” she motions to the jelly smeared on the floor between pants. She thinks she’s going to split in two. Eggplant? The baby feels like the size of a damn skyscraper.

“I always hated that rug.” he says, kneeling beside her on the sofa. His eyes are huge, zipping around her in a worried manner.

“Me, too.” she says and Jake smiles for a mere second before Amy squeezes his shoulder as another wave hits her. He grimaces along with her.

“Okay, let’s get you to the hospital.”

Ariana comes out kicking, just like Amy knew she would. Despite her swollen face, Amy can see more of Jake in her than of herself and it fills her with beams of happiness in her drug-addled state. Jake carries Ariana around her room and only puts her down when Amy has to feed her or when the nurse comes to check on her.

“I want her to know the truth.” Amy says when Ariana is sleeping in her bed.“About Jenny and about Adam. She deserves to know that there are other options.”

Ariana cries in her little bed, her mouth puckering up in displeasure. It’s as if she knows they’re talking about her and wants to state her case. Jake picks her up automatically and she quiets down in his arms, as she always does. Amy knows that he’s going to spoil her rotten and who is she kidding, she is, too.

“When she gets older, we’ll tell her everything. Let her know she has a choice.” He says and nuzzles his face to Ariana. Her little fists grab onto a piece of his hair and Amy’s heart melts.

Her family. The family she didn’t think was ever possible. The family she loves and the family that she fought so much for.

The family who had gone against what the Universe had prepared for her.

Jake grins when Ariana lets his hair go. He holds her up against his face, comparing her to him. She's a direct copy, she can already tell. “She’s going to have my hair.”

“Poor girl.” Amy says and Jake grins even wider, threatening his face to split in half.

Amy wants to take 21 year old Amy into her arms and say, “Forget the Universe. You are going to find something better than what the stars have planned for you. A person who loves you unapologetically and a daughter who will mean everything to you.”

Jake hugs Ariana closer and Amy can see the glow of her half-heart sewn in with his. She can feel his in hers, too. Like patchwork. She’s floating with happiness. It’s love, it’s pure bliss.

It’s probably the drugs.

(Quite honestly, it's love. Pure love.)

the rest of the parts

#brooklyn nine-nine #b99 fic #b99 #idlewheelposts #brooklyn nine nine fic #the echo i created outlasted my last breath #jake and amy #peraltiago fic

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