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Heat Seeker: A Gun Honey Series #1 Review

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  Writer: Charles Ardai Penciller: Ace Continuado Inker: Jose Zapata Colorist: Asifur Rahman Letterer: David Leach Cover Artists: Argerm; Bill Sienkiewicz; Ace Continuado; Claudia Caranfa; Ang Hor Kheng; Publisher: Titan Price: $3.99 Release Date: July 5, 2023 Marked for death, Joanna Tan and Brook Barrow travel to New York. They hope her friend Dahlia Racers can help shake intelligence agents…

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Heat Seeker: A Gun Honey Series no.1 • 2nd Pt • cover art • Artgerm [Aug 2023]

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murder - Jegulus microfic - TTPD microprompt challenge - wc: 253

"What the..."

Pandora was the first one to say something. As Regulus and his friends sat at the table, eating an early breakfast before the Slytherin versus Ravenclaw game that would decide that year's Quidditch champions, they didn't notice right away when James Potter walked in. But when they did? There was shocked silence.

Until Pandora spoke, fits of giggles interrupting her words. "What is he wearing?" she asked, nearly choking on her eggs as she laughed.

Regulus, however, was still speechless. He felt his cheeks heat up to a flaming red, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry as his eyes tracked James walking to his seat at the Gryffindor table. After a long minute, he whispered through numb lips, "I'm going to murder him..."

Because James Potter was wearing a shirt with a giant picture of Regulus's face on it, with the phrase 'Number 1 Seeker' underneath. And as he turned to greet someone, the words, 'Regulus's Biggest Fan' became visible on the back.

It was stupid. It was obnoxious. It was so James. Frowning and rolling his eyes, Regulus ignored the way all of his friends were laughing and met James's eyes from across the room.

'Good luck, baby,' his boyfriend mouthed, grinning and sending him a thumbs-up.

Smiling shyly despite himself, Regulus nodded and turned back to his friends, feeling warmth spread throughout his body, his nerves slowly melting away.

Fuck. Try as he might to deny it, Regulus loved James Potter. And his stupid fucking shirt.

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Mirage Rut cycle

Gen 1 Mirage x human reader

Rut cycle masterlist

Fanfic masterlist

Word count:1.6k

Warnings: smut, Nsfw, Valveplug, oral, thigh fucking.

Woooo finally finished!!!

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Mirage couldn't help but smirk to himself as he ghosted after the oblivious human. Their sweet scent had beckoned him like a siren's song since he had re-entered the base, and his stealth systems ensured they remained none the wiser. A little fun couldn't hurt during such a tense ceasefire, could it? He synched softly as they wandered the halls, taking inventory of damages while he admired.

When a turn brought them to a dead end of the ark, he shimmered back into view, blocking their path with a predatory gleam in his optics. "Well little mouse got you" Mirage purred.

"All alone at last. Whatever shall we do?" His field pulsed with not so subtle heat, but the smile gracing his face has them smiling back at the mech. They laugh loudly as Mirage scoops them up Into his arms. "Omg you menace you could have given me a heart attack!" They shake their head before resting it against his plating.

Mirage snorted softly in amusement at their reaction. " It's not my fault if you organics are so jumpy," he replied loftily, a soft buzz leaving his frame. He gazed down at them comfortably cradled in his arms.

Their hands pressed to his plating left oily smudges, and he ‘tsk’ in mock disapproval. "Such a messy little thing. Perhaps you require...a thorough cleaning," he purred, plating heating as his optics flicker down the halls wondering how quickly he could have them back at his room.

Not waiting for a reply he sauntered off to his suite, plans already forming to enjoy his time with his little lover during his cycle, and Mirage always did so enjoy "deep cleaning".

They chuckle and lean into his touch. "Getting all worked up, are you handsome?" they tease softly, pressing a kiss to faceplate. The sweet scent of their hormones have his plating clamming up. He desperately wanted them.

Mirage chuckled, nuzzling the human with care. "This ceasefire has put us all on edge, but… I seem to have the best little distraction," he murmured. Gently lifting them onto the berth once the door shuts.

"Mmm, need a little release?" They hum while smooching him again, he can feel their scent rubbing onto his plating as they tease him. Mirage's engine revved eagerly at the playful teasing. "Minx," he chuckled, nuzzling them gently in return. "You know exactly how to get me going.”

Sliding a finger under their chin, Mirage gazed upon their smiling face with care, the playful banter between them bringing a sense of lightness to the moment. "You're trouble, you know that?"

"You like that I'm trouble, you flaunt me around in front of Smokescreen all the time, playing with fire. now that your in rut and cons are at base, be a shame if one of these seekers got their claws on your little human " they teased, knowing they had him hook line and sinker. He wouldn't let anyone else touch or have them and even less now that he was rutting.

"Ah, always stirring the pot, aren't you?" Mirage quipped, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. The human's words hit a nerve, a mix of amusement and a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone. "Maybe I might just let Smokie have you, or Sunstreaker " he retorted, his optics glinting mischievously as he played along with the banter.

The sweet intoxicating scent of his little lover has Mirage nearly growling in want. "Ohhh possessive?" They tease him while pulling his faceplate towards them so they can kiss him, they drag their fingers down the side of his faceplate playing with the different plates.

"Better hurry if you don't want others to come crawling looking for me because they can smell me," they playfully urged, knowing the effect their scent had on him. "I think I can handle a little competition," he quipped, Despite the teasing, Mirage couldn't deny the possessive streak that ran through him.

The idea of others vying for his lover's attention only fueled his determination to keep them close, "Christ Raj I can literally smell the Ozone seeping off your plating, I didn't realise you were that horny" they state. Mirage's optics darkened with desire as he gazed at his lover, their scent intoxicating him beyond reason. "You have no idea how much I'm holding back" he growled, his voice laced with need and longing.

Mirage leaned in, capturing their lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. They let out a surprised squeal as his lips and glossa trace over their throat and shoulder, their hands shooting out to cup his face as he crawls onto his berth above them. "Think I have a pretty good idea, can feel your spike pressed against me, horny bot" they coo as Mirage grinds against them.

"Oh, you think you have a pretty good idea just from that, do you?" he teased. They whine loudly while trying to hook a leg over his hip. "Raj.. you going to keep rutting against me Or actually fuck me?" They inquire, nails digging into his plating lightly scratching his paint.

"Oh, you're in quite the mood today, aren't you?. Frag you smell like you're in heat" he teased, the hunger in his optics unmatched as he stares down at them. With a low growl of need, Mirage leaned in, capturing their lips in a searing kiss.

"Mm my sweet little thing all wound up for me" he whispered huskily, his voice dripping with desire. A breathless moan leaves them as Mirage's servos move to begin undressing them, their skin prickles under his touch as goose bumps littler their body. They yelp when his cold servos grip their hips. "God your hands are cold!" His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice laced with amusement and desire. "Just trying to cool you down a bit, can't have you overheating on me" he quipped, his touch sending shivers down their spine

His lips trace down their chest, glossa leaving a trail of lubricant in its wake as he tastes the hormones and pheromones. It has him leaning down closer to them, spike gliding against their stomach and thighs. Each moan and gasp from them only spurred Mirage on. With them guiding his every movement, Mirage couldn't help but let out a series of teasing whispers, his voice dripping with desire.

"Well, aren't you a delicious treat," Mirage purred, "Guiding me along, are we? I must say, you have quite the talent for leading me astray," he continued, his tone light and playful. They laugh only to moan again as he makes his way further down their body, lifting their hips as he cups his mouth around them teasing his glossa between their thighs.

Mirage's voice was a velvet whisper against their skin, mischief flicking in his optics as he smirks against their thigh. "Well, well, what do we have here?" His tone playful, his gaze meeting theirs as he slowly presses his glossa into them. "I do believe you're enjoying this, aren't you?" he teased.

They arch into each thrust of his glossa. With one servo firmly gripping their hips, Mirage's other servo ventured down to stroke his spike, the transfluid leaking from him leaves a light pink trail across their skin and the berth. a wave of pleasure washed over them, their moans mingling with Mirage's hungry growls.

With each stroke and caress, Mirage manorvers their body to press his face closer between their legs. "Fuck Mirage, please stop teasing" they huff out only to moan again as the mech thrust him glossa back into them, making them squirm against his hold as their hips arch and buck into each movement.

Mirage's smirk widened at their plea, " someone's getting impatient, I do love it when you beg," he teased, his glossa expertly gliding against their sensitive skin, tracing over their sex making them buck against him again. another whimper leaves them as he sucks a mark into their skin.

He slowly drags himself away from them, licking his lips as he trails his digits down their body, chuckling to himself before he cages them in. His other servo continues to work his spike, transfluid leaking out onto their nude body as he kisses up their chest. The trail of his digits down their body sent shivers of anticipation through them, their thighs spreading wider for him.

"You taste so good," Mirage's tone was filled with hunger and need. They whine again, arms grabbing his helm as they guide him. The slick sensation of his transfluid leaves a tingling sensation in its wake as he presses his spike between their thighs.

Mirage presses down against them, doing his best not to put too much weight on them as he picks up his pace. The sensation of their skin has him venting heavily, face pressed into their sweaty skin as he inhales their scent. It's enough to make Mirage choke out a cry when he finally overloads.

Mirage's engine hitched as they whined, their arms grabbing his helm in a desperate plea for more. He coating them in a bright pink fluid As he continues to move against them. Pressing kisses to their skin as he comes down from his high of an overcharged build up due to his rut.

they both gasped for breath, the air thick with the scent of their body and frame, sweat and coolant mixing together. They both lay there before they started to giggle. Only to squirm and fight back as Mirage's digits ran across their transfluid covered body. Taking what he could and slowly pressing it between their thighs. "Mirage!" They shout while wiggling trying to get away.

"Such a feisty one, aren't you?" He hums while continuing to press his digits into them. “That's its sweetspark. Primus you look good like this. Might have to lock us in for a bit because your working my systems up again” he rumbles while pulling them to rest against his chassis.

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Best 23 of BL 2023 - Quirky Awards

SHOCK & AWE AWARDS

1. Biggest BL surprise of 2023:

The last 3 months of 2023 in general got my biggest WTF award.

GMMTV fielding OffGun AND TayNew in the same quarter while also airing Last Twilight (arguably one of their best BLs ever)

That they ALSO optioned 3 JBLs

That there's a high heat omegaverse BL staring Pavel

That there were 20 BLs airing and none of them Korean.

With 5 VAMPIRE BLs announced for next year

But my prize in this category goes to My Dear Gangster Oppa.

It's just crazy:

Thai talent, Korean money + IP (this is adapted from a manwha) airing on a Chinese channel (iQIYI). Plus it was GOOD and made smart reuse of a pair who richly deserved it. I'm delighted by the eclectic insanity of this production. And wonder if any other film genre could even do anything like this.

2. The “that country did WHAT?” award:

The 8th Sense from Korea?!

I mean, seriously?! Dealing with metal health, suicide, darkness, therapy, age gap, & first time love BUT FROM KOREA? And then openness and casual boyfriend physical affection? What's next? An actual hard fought coming out narrative with an HEA? Gay domesticity and families?

Careful Korea, you'll strain something. Possibly your own culture and film industry.

I should stop having expectations of Korea, they keep surprising me.

Runners up: Korea letting OnlyOneOf do Bump Up Business not to mention that OmegaX thing. AND Korea adapting Why R U? What are you up to, Korea? Qua? Is this a coded message? Should we send help? Do you need snacks?

3. Biggest casting whoa! where did you come from? award:

GeminiFourth in My School President.

Seriously? Babies what? How did GMMTV find you? How do you exist? How is BL this lucky?

4. That studio did WHAT now? award:

GMMTV putting EarthMix into Moonlight Chicken.

And then doubling down with G4 as the damn sides.

Fucking genius.

5. I’m sad you were ignored award:

Destiny Seeker.

It's just a really fun little Thai pulp, the pairs were good, silly dialogue, plus consent and other good rep. I enjoyed it. No one talked about it AT ALL.

6. 2023 BL That Actually Made Me Lose My Mind Award?

Laws of Attraction. -The casting, the crazy story, the soapy drama! But specifically: Film playing Charn - the range of his smiles alone. GLORIOUS

I mean I Feel You Linger in the Air also sparked something in me, but LoA drove me actually nuts.

NARRATIVE AWARDS

7. Best story 2023:

La Pluie

I know, you're surprised, right? At the time I didn't chat much about it but I really enjoyed the discourse others were having. I love anything that really examines the fated mates (soulmates) trope and the idea of "the one". What a clever way to do that. (This is one reason UWMA is my favorite Thai BL.)

This one reminded me of the way Color Rush approached allegory and that's no bad thing. Such an impressive little piece.

8. Best narrative structure 2023 award:

Unintentional Love Story.

I know this may seem a simplistic pick. But I love the tidiness of this no frills contemporary romance, how the culture of work and personal ethics and corruption fight against the main character's affection and integrity. Poor baby boy is driven into a corner and then punished for it. But it is punishment he feels he deserves, and so it is up to his (now) ex to figure out what went wrong and why.

It's just great. I love it when no one is stupid or wrong, it's just impossible circumstances and unintentional love deeply felt.

9. Best 2023 dialogue (script) award:

Jun & Jun

Never before has Korea laced a BL with that much perfectly executed innuendo. It was a master class. I didn't know you could be that lascivious in Korean, quite frankly. Plus the way the 2 Juns constantly seamlessly transition between formal register (work, public - where they are boss/employee) to informal register (when they are alone and age mates + childhood sweethearts).

Beautiful to hear and watch.

10. Favorite scene 2023:

The dub con scene in I Cannot Reach You because I AM TRASH for an out of control seme. I'm sorry I just AM.

I have said it before, I will say it again, NO ONE DOES THIRST like Japan. And when that thirst bubbles over, it is heart-clenching and very hot.

11. The most rewatchable BL of 2023 award:

Our Dating Sim

That scene where they lie on the floor + the stolen kiss + giggle? Come on, it should be on comfort repeat in war rooms. It could bring world peace.

ACTORS & CHARACTERS AWARDS

12. Best performance of a queer actor in a leading role, 2023:

Fluke in Make a Wish.

It was fun to see him as an irreverent immortal and while I love OhmFluke I also really enjoyed this new pairing. It was a genuine pleasure to watch.

13. Best pining 2023:

The moot pining in Tokyo in April is...

Boys, seriously? Japan must you destroy us like this? Hurts so good.

14. Best wingman 2023 (The Namgoong Award)

Tiw from My School President

I mean, come on, of course it's him!

(Also can you believe Mark went on from this to do fricking Only Friends!? To Last Twilight! Come on GMMTV GIVE HIM A LEAD!)

15. Biggest OMG I LOVE you boys together, YAY!

Dimpled McMafia & Feral Bunny Foo Foo from Kiseki Dear to Me.

They were feral for each other.

We were feral for them

It was a whole delightful THING.

16. Most unexpected return of a BL pair? award:

The Private Lessons pair showing up in Love Class 2.

I know it was only a cameo, but SERIOUSLY? Thank you SO MUCH Korea! A big studio picking up a Strongberry pairing? I love you.

Seriously tho between them, Taiwan & Korea tried for ALL THE CAMEOS this year.

17. Well aren't you two just the prettiest? award:

NetJames in Bed Friend.

Need I say more?

18. LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD

Bah Vinh in Vian & Mr Cinderella 2. I did like either show but I loved him in them. Especially the make outs.

Yes you have chemistry with all the boys in Vietnam and you kiss beautifully. But it's okay now honey, you have the crown. Relax, you're stressing us out.

RANDOM PICKS

19. Favorite Linguistic Moment of 2023:

Our Dating Sim

Caught in the act by the elevator scene. OMG it's so funny. They're being such boyfriend shits to each other, and to be caught in the act by THAT character, and try to manifest formal language whole cloth? Hilarious.

Honorable mention to War Peanuts in Destiny Seeker.

20. Biggest disappointment of 2023:

You Are Mine

Seriously Taiwan, AGAIN you disappoint me with an Office BL? You're Taiwan, land of offices and suits. This should be YOUR SETTING TO WIN. And yet... argh. I mean it wasn't bad. But it wasn't good either. Stop it Taiwan, do better.

Runners up? Between Us, Chains of Heart, Dangerous Romance - this was a HOTLY contested category.

+ 2 Winners in the sub-category of FUCK YOU FOR THAT ENDING award:

The Director who Buys Me Dinner - I mean this nicely but: you have your lane now Korea, stop hurting us, that's Japan's responsibility and they do it better.

I Feel You Linger In the Air - I'm just hugely disappointed. Thailand ALMOST got its second 10/10 from me, but that damn ending.

Argh.

21. Best Wardrobe/Prop Use 2023

The shower of packaged bedsheets in My Personal Weatherman

Amazing. Brilliant. No notes.

22. Best Queer Rep 2023

Chot in Step By Step

In fact, all the queer characters in this show were treated with great integrity.

AND props to this cast for refusing to do fan service. GOOD FOR YOU! Fuck those sasang wankers.

Runners up? The found family cast of Love in Translation and the Rainbow Rice Cakes in The New Employee.

23. Best Meta Trope call out

Tin Tem Jai

Come on, what a zinger, but at themselves (and Taiwan)

Final question: which of the 23 was the hardest for me to pick?

Honestly? Question #1 this year. But also question #20.

(Last year: 2022's Version) 

Remember I only pull from shows that were completely finished by the end of 2023. Or The Sign probably would have taken multiple categories. But it will fall into 2024 offerings.

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Can't sleep 💦

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Requests:

Virgin Reader x Seonghwa 💦

Mirror Sex with Felix and Hyunjin 💦

Squirting with ateez💦

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Mingi dance live smut 🛑💦

First time with San 💦🧸

Ot8 Skz poly smut 💦🧸

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Reading with Skz🧸

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Skz ask🔥

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Mommy May:

Ateez

Panic attack 🧸

Siren💦

Rainy Days 💦🧸

Skz

My Pretty Little Baby 💦🧸

Cigarette Smoke 🚬 💦🧸

Attention Seeker 💦🧸

Series:

Yours Truly (skz poly fic)

Ot8 pregnancy request

Yours Truly Masterlist

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Yours Truly part 3🧸

Yours Truly part 4🧸

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Yours Truly part 9🧸

Yours Truly part 10🧸

Yours Truly part 11🧸

Yours Truly part 12🧸

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Yours Truly part 14🧸

Yours Truly part 15🧸

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Yours Truly part 20🧸

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Yours Truly part 22🧸

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Yours Truly part 24🧸

Yours Truly part 25🧸

Yours Truly part 26🧸

Yours Truly part 27🧸

Yours Truly part 28🧸

Yours Truly part 29🧸

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★ ៸៸៸ FRIENDSHIP 1 ╱ post ❜ ✸ ៸ !?!

Good friendships can turn a decent story into a memorable one as, it not only does it make the reader care more about the story, it adds emotional weight to the story.

But there's one problem. Good relationships are difficult to write. You thought writing romance was difficult? Well, writing friendships is a whole new level of difficulty.

Romances normally rely on professions of love and staring into one's eyes for lengthy periods of time. But, how do you develop friendships?

# ៸ make each character their own person.

If a character's only purpose in the story is to act as "the friend", then it's guaranteed that they will be a flat and uninteresting character. This will lead to a friendship that no reader will be invested in.

Unfortunately, a lot of stories are like this ― you have your main character, and then their 1-dimensional friend who might crack a joke every once in a while. 

We have some good examples from movies like Samwise Gamgee from The Lord of the Rings. He isn't just "Frodo's friend" who tags along. He's a gardener and a cook. He has a fascination with elves, a crush on Rosie, and a bad habit of eavesdropping. He is loyal, brave, and can persevere even when there is seemingly no hope.

You see this is in Toy Story as well. Even though Woody and Buzz both have the same goal ― to escape Sid's house ― they both have different journeys. The story means different things to each of them. Woody learns to not be as selfish and Buzz struggles with accepting that he is just a toy.

# ៸ give them something in common.

Once you have fleshed out your characters, you need a reason for them to be friends. What brought them together? What gives them the reason to hang out? You need to give them similarities.

This can be a number of different things, like:

★ Status

★ Hobbies

★ Struggles

★ History

★ Background

★ Interests

★ Enemy

★ Goals

★ Dreams

# ៸ give them meaningful differences.

Once you've established their similarities, it's time to dig deeper and create their meaningful differences. Don't just make your characters different. Give them meaningful differences that can build off of each other.

With those differences, your characters can help support their strengths and build them up during their times of weakness. This can lead to a strong friendship.

Here are some great ways to give them differences:

# ៸ skills.

★ One of the friend can be smart in terms of intelligence while the other is good at using her hands and inventing stuff.

★ One might be good at coming up with plans, while the other might be good at improvising when the plan goes awry.

# ៸ conflict resolution.

★ If there is a bully bothering them, one might want to go and blow up at the bully, while the other chooses to ignore it.

★ If they are having an argument, one friend would want to talk it out maturely, while the other just likes to play devil's advocate and throw more heat into the argument.

# ៸ personality.

★ One is confident and sly while the other is shy and awkward.

★ A is cold and determined while B is relaxed and compassionate.

★ B is an easy-going pleasure seeker, and B is a serious planner.

# ៸ method of action.

★ Both friends are trying to break into a house. One will look up videos on YouTube about how to pick a lock. The other friend will just break the window with a rock.

★ The two friends are trying to persuade someone to do something. One friend uses bribing techniques, and the other friend uses a more passive-aggressive approach.

# ៸ reaction.

★ One friend with freak out and the other friend will stay calm.

★ A will get discouraged and want to give up, and B will encourage them to keep going.

★ One person is terrified out of their mind, while the other tries to stay positive.

[my-naughty-writings-and-musings]

Let's keep the ES Headcanons train moving- how about Starscream?

Choo choo, all aboard for some Screamer headcanons! This mech has no right being so incredibly handsome...

1. He's not a small bot, but he still loves towering over you, both in public and in the bedroom. There's just something about how itty bitty you are that he likes to have fun with, though he'll initially deny that it's because he finds you adorable. Eventually he does have to admit there are few things cuter than you snoozing on his chest. It's so cute, in fact, he makes a habit of putting you there during and after sex for the best possible view. He might also keep some blankets in his subspace to keep you cozy while you bask in the afterglow on his cockpit, though he's never in a hurry for you to get dressed.

2. Seekers are often big fans of having fun while airborne, and he's no exception. He can pressurize his interior to keep you safe at any altitude or speed, and when it's just the two of you up there he loves to make "requests" of you. Removing clothes, touching yourself, using toys he stored for the occasion... It might take some getting used to, but once you experience an orgasm while accelerating at several hundred miles per hour over a beautiful landscape of his choosing, you're most likely up for a flight whenever he is. Introducing him to the concept of the "Mile High Club" will thoroughly amuse him.

3. As you might expect, he's very good with his mouth, and he wants you to know that from the very beginning. Even though you're the first human he's been interested in, he goes down on you without hesitation the first time you're open to it, and that glossa gets in there. He wants to please you until you're as loud as possible, and screaming his name will make it all the better. If you get heated enough to grab the sensitive portions of his helm he might not need your help finishing himself off.

[redheadspark]

Hi! Could I request Oliver Wood with 1, 5 and/or 9, please?

A/N - Awww, so cute for Oliver! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Sweet

Summary - Oliver was always sweet

Warnings - Just some cute fluff :)

“To the Gryffindor Quidditch Team for a slamming victory against Slytherin, and for being the unmatched Champions!”

The entire Common Room was cheering so loud that as windows were shaking from the mass volume.  Streams of Red and Gold were floating down from the high ceilings as Butterbeer was now being poured out from the barrels, brought in compliments from the Three Broomsticks and its owner for the victory over Slytherin.  It was a brutal game, too close to call every once in a while and everyone was on the edge of their seats.  But thanks to Harry Potter, being the fantastic seeker he was, he caught the snitch right at the right moment when it felt like Gryffindor was going to be defeated.

Victory never tasted so sweet.

You watched the game with excitement and drive, being a fan of the game yourself yet not wishing to be on the team since you were merely an okay flyer.  But you still loved showing your support to your house and for the exciting game, going to the matches when you needed a break from studying or from being in the castle.  

You watched as the Gryffindor team was being hugged and congratulated by the other Gryffindors students, yet your eyes were on the Captain himself.  Oliver Wood was shaking hands with everyone, his face filled with brightness and victory as he was hugging some of his friends and chatting with others while perched over at the desks along the wall.  You were being a wallflower by the stairs that head to the dorms, talking to one or two of your friends about the game as you saw Oliver look over in your direction.

The flicker in his eyes, how bright they were instead of the dark brown they usually were, and the small smile on his lips that was rare to see, made your heart stumble a bit.

“So, I’ve heard the Slytherin Captain is already ripping into his team about the game!  Thank goodness for Potter as our seeker!” One of your friends, a fellow 6th year, said in relief as you chuckled.

“Those Slytherins never stood a chance this year, especially with their chasers and how slow they were on their brooms,” You explained as your friends listened, “I swear, they use their brawn instead of their brains,”

“Oliver knew exactly how to block them anywho, even when they were being brutal on him!” Your other friends said in agreement as you took a sip from your butterbeer, “The team won’t be the same without him when he leaves!”

You simply smiled, knowing she was telling the truth while they both told you they were going grab some chocolate frogs that were donated from Honeydukes, thanks to the Wesley Twins and their mutual respect for the Honeydukes owner. You liked leaning against the wall, watching all of the Gryffindors chatting together and talking about the heated match, the sweet scent of sweets filling the air while someone else turned on a small radio to play music.  

It was then you felt a hand slip into yours from behind, a chest lightly pressed against your back and the swift scent of leather gloves filling your nostrils along with sweat.  You felt your heartbeat quicken and you lost your breath.

“Come with me,” You heard a whisper against your ear, feeling the hand tug you a bit as you went along in that direction.  You’re turned, an arm wrapping around your waist to tuck you into the deserted stairwell that leads to the dorm.  It was dark, the small glow from the Common Room was your only source of light as you were then kissing the person who stole you away from the party.

Oliver Wood, your boyfriend. And the love of your life.

You grinned against his lips as he wrapped you close in his arms, your fingers moving up to ruffle his hair that was still a bit wet from his shower after the game while his fingers were drumming against your lower waist.  Finally, you pulled away and pressed your forehead against his own as you two were simply holding each other.  The party was still going on, but it was now muffled a bit as Oliver finally spoke and looked at you with so much love in his eyes.

“I couldn’t find ya after the game-“ He started to explain as you shook your head.

“You were swarmed by everyone and you were celebrating, it’s okay—“ You reasoned, but Oliver hugged you tightly and a bit deeper.  You sighed, leaning into him to let him hold you a bit more.  Oliver always loved to hug you for more than a few seconds, almost drinking you in and not wishing to let the moment slip away.  He was always a fan of physical touch when it came to you, but it was simply like holding your hand or keeping an arm around you.  

You two have been dating for a year now, being friends first before acting on your feelings.  Even though he was an intense Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, he was softer when he was with you.  He liked it that way, his walls that he would have up would come down when it was the pair of you. 

“I wanted to find you first,” Oliver admitted against your hold as you simply held him tight, “You’ve been my biggest fan and put up with my schedule and all, and I just wanted to find ya and kiss ya in front of everyone,”

“I’d rather share a kiss with you with just the two of us,” You countered, Oliver pulling away and staring at you lovingly while you beamed at him, “I like what we have together, it’s just for us,”

It was true that you both hid your relationship from everyone else, but it was what you both wanted in the first place.  Oliver didn’t want his relationship with you to be known and to be scrutinized by his teammates, nor did you want to hear it from your friends as well.  It was nice to have something with just Oliver, being able to sneak away for the day at Hogsmeade on a Sunday, studying together during off hours in the library when everyone else was gone, or simply enjoying each other’s company.  

You still went to his matches to cheer him on, knowing it would build him up.  He would still help you study when you would struggle in classes.  You both lifted each other up in low times and brought joy in the higher times. Neither one of you wished for it to be tinted or stained, so keeping this between the pair of you was what was best.

“How about you and I celebrate on our own, a proper celebration?” You asked him, seeing him smile from the thought, “I know there is a private room at the Three Broomsticks that we can use,”

“How do you know that?” He asked in curiosity, you shrugging with a smirk on your face.

“Since I work there on the weekends and am on friendly terms with the owner…” You suggested though Oliver was chuckling, “And I didn’t get a thank you for the complimentary Butterbeer by the way,”

Oliver rolled his eyes, tucking you back in his hold some more as he lightly kissed your lips, “Thank you,” He paused, kissing you again, “Thank you,” Another Kiss that was deeper, “And thank you…”

His intense kiss made you swoon, and you both were tucked away from the raging party as you kissed under the shining moonlight that poured in.

The End.

February Prompt Session

[anemicjellyfish]

So I've been going over the likely possibilities of why Blitzø's gun heated up suddenly in Mission: Chupacabra.

My first thoughts were torn between it being interference from either Stolas or Asmodeus.

Stolas has used his magic to assist Blitzø's missions on Earth before.

Eagle-eyed viewers noticed a red glow of magic surrounding Stolas' hand in the bathtub, matched by a red glow around Martha's bullet in Murder Family. So he can use his magic to effect objects on Earth while being in Hell.

Stolas also interfered much more heavily in Truth Seekers, showing up in person when Blitzø & IMP were cornered and locked down by Agents 1 & 2. He had no issue with his possession of Agent 2 or controlling the unnamed agents to paint a summoning circle for him.

Personally, I think that despite the... "breakup," Stolas is the most likely culprit for the Hot Gun thing. But I'd like to give consideration to Asmodeus, because I think it's only fair to consider all possibilities.

I will tend to use the nickname Ozzie, because my phone's autocorrect hates when I type Asmodeus. Sorry.

While we don't know the rules and regulations of Ozzie and his Crystals, we do have to remember Stolas' line to Blitzø in The Full Moon: "You'll be under his [Asmodeus'] jurisdiction..."

I don't think they'd specify that to us without it being important later. Ozzie has also been a prominent figure since his introduction, and his relationship with Fizzarolli only deepens his importance to the story.

I could reasonably guess that either Ozzie himself has the ability to monitor the crystals & their location and use, or that he has people/a person to do that for him.

While I still prefer Stolas here, I could understand an interference from Ozzie. For whatever reason the show has, the existence of Hell needs to be kept away from humans until after they die. If one of Ozzie's Crystals is being used by someone as irresponsible as our beloved Blitzø, who gets caught by humans sometimes, it could put Ozzie at risk. It was ultimately his choice to give the Crystal to Blitzø (through Stolas), so the responsibility for any mistakes could fall onto Ozzie.

The main reason I don't think the Hot Gun is Ozzie? There didn't seem to be any interference in Unhappy Campers. Not only was Blitzø not in a disguise from the start, but Barbie also ditched her disguise in front of that human guy. Blitzø didn't have a Crystal of his own yet, and the one he used to get to Earth wasn't his.

I doubt the firework that killed the camp counselor was from Ozzie, but like I said, I'm open to the possibility that he keeps tabs on his Crystals & their use. Or, at the bare minimum, he knows when a user is in danger/fucking up, and interferes minimally to get them to safety.

Finally, I'm aware of the theories that Blitzø has had a previous relationship with a currently unknown Sin. I believe the fan theories mainly go with Leviathan? I'm not fully into this theory myself, but I've really only ever heard about it from Tiktok.

Since Blitzø's gun has that slight Pirate look to it, one of the aquatic-themed rings of Hell could be its origin. It could have an enchantment or powers we don't know of yet.

It could also just be a magic gun. Blitzø may have some mental connection with it that makes it respond to his needs.

Can't say for sure right now. But I like the idea of Stolas helping out. Especially since th assistance came shortly after Blitzø's line about sucking cloaca.

[b2cute]

Ready or Not?

soft dom!chris x fem!reader

notes: sorry this took so long i’ve been pushing back writing but im going to try and write more. send requests!!

warnings: obv smut, praising kink, pet names, fem receiving, fingers in v, fluff, semi-public, almost getting caught, READ AT OWN YOUR OWN RISK

enjoy ☺️

word count: 1k

*y/ns pov*

“YES! You better start counting” Chris laughs in relief. His brothers and I were playing hide and seek outside in their neighborhood after getting bored inside the house. It was a chilly night with clouds and what seemed like it was about to rain, but that didn’t stop us from playing. Matt had just been chosen to be the seeker, while, me, Chris, Madi, and Nick go hide.

“Okay it’s only smart to split up, me and Nick will hide together and you and Chris do the same, fair?” Madi whispers. She always takes the games so seriously and it is better never to argue against her ideas. “Sounds good to me” I reply. Before I can say anything else, a hand rips me away from Nick and Madi and I look to see Chris dragging me to a hiding spot. We have been in a relationship for quite some time, but it has been very, well… vanilla. I don’t know why, but it’s not as I imagined Chris. I still love him and all, it just shocked me a bit.

“This is perfect” Chris exclaims, gesturing towards a bush-like area. It was so small, maybe fitting 1/3 of me. I crouch down before Chris and he hurries right after me. “Ready or not here I come!” Matt yells from across our hiding spot. We were barely entering the bush when Chris pushed me to his lap, my back against his chest. He was sitting with his legs crossed and my body fit in between him. I couldn’t help but let out little giggles because of how exciting the game was going until I felt a hand the size of my face being brought up to my mouth. “Be quiet ma, or Matt will hear you” Chris whispered. This only made me laugh more but I eventually calmed down.

A few moments passed by and we heard voices near us “C'mon are you serious” Nick whines. I turned my head back slightly to look at Chris whose eyes were already staring into me. Nick and Madi have just been found meaning we were the only ones left. I was starting to get sore from my spot and leaned my head back against Chris’s chest followed by a sigh. “You okay ma, what’s up?” Chris asked. “Just tense from this small space, I’ll be fine though” I reply as I shut my eyes momentarily before feeling Chris’s hand sneak up to my thighs.

“I know what to do to relieve you, ma. Can you stay quiet for me y/n?” Chris chuckles. I slowly nod my head before Chris uses both hands to separate my legs, planting them on either side of his. His long, slender hands sneak to my clothes cunt as he rubs my folds through the layers. “Mmm... Chris” I groan. The heat in between my legs begging for more attention. “What is it?” Chris smirks through his question, only slowing his movements down. “Need mor- please “ I complain, the sudden sensation of his fingers lost.

“Take these off for me” he whispers. Without wasting a second, I quickly slip my jeans and panties off in a swift move. “Needy aren’t we y/n” Chris laughs as he takes my thighs and spreads them out again. He takes his fingers and uses my wet arousal to lubricate his fingers, slowly rubbing my puffy clit. I let out a rather loud moan, covering it up with my own hands this time. Chris continued to speed his movements up, making it harder for me to stay quiet. “All these pretty little noises for me, is that right?” Chris remarks, his smirk almost visible even though I wasn’t facing him. “Y-yes… all for you Chri-“ I was cut off by his fingers slipping into my drenched cunt.

“I think I heard something over there” A voice calls out. Shit. Chris begins speeding his movements up, rubbing my swollen clit in one hand, and curling his fingers into me with the other. He left sloppy kisses on the back of my neck, surely leaving marks behind. “Princess has to finish, even if they watch” Chris grunts. His arms slightly flexing as his movements don’t slow. This only made me closer to my climax. His fingers repeatedly bruised my g-spot and my body was starting to go limb.

“A-almost there” I manage to whisper, not wanting Matt to catch us. I turn my head and put it in the crook of Chris’s neck to cover my moans. “Good girl, letting me touch you outside. Come for me baby” His praises were enough to send me over the edge. “I'm coming!” I spit out, my hands grabbing onto Chris’s legs for stability. The knot in my stomach becomes undone as Chris’s movements don’t slow down. My hand reaches down for his wrist, finally letting him slow down. His movements come to an end as he pulls out of me.

I come off his lap and turn around to face him, still sitting down. “Open,” He says as he drops in fingers in my mouth. “Want you to taste yourself, look at the mess you made” Chris gestures to his pants. He came in them while fingering me. I suck on his fingers and use my touch to move my way around, removing his fingers with a pop sound. I finally notice his pants and can’t help by snicker. “Oh my god” I cry out as I shift to put my pants on. I take Chris’s face into my hands and pull him into a kiss.

It was passionate and loving but had needy emotions to it. I let go and lean my forehead to his looking into his icy, blue eyes. “I love you so much, Chris,” I say. “I love you more, ma” he replies pulling me into a warm embrace. His strong cologne entered my nostrils. We stay like this for god knows how long, not even noticing the rocks kicking as footsteps approach our hiding spot.

“Found them”

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[juniperpyre]

evans, after O.W.L.s (part 2)

love is in the hair for, jily week 2024 day 1, run by @sunshinemarauder and @kay-elle-cee

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She could see him watching her, glancing over between soft barbs from Sirius Black and adulation from Peter Pettigrew. Lily Evans only glanced at James Potter, her gaze hidden behind a thick sheet of wavy auburn hair.

Lily turned fully away from the boy and splashed her feet in the water. James had spent much of their 5th year watching Lily, often with light, darting glances, like he was waiting for something to happen, or else a heavy stare that seemed uncontrollably drawn to her like the earth pulled on the moon.

"Mare, can I see your compact?" Lily asked.

"Sure thing," Mary said as she pulled a light pink, circular compact from her bag. Lily angled it just so, watching the boy who'd been watching her.

He had a snitch—he wasn't even a seeker!—any Lily found a charm in the theft for theft's sake. James Potter was obnoxious, arrogant, and rule-flouting, but he was also witty, intelligent, and handsome. And he was into her.

When he gave her a real gift for her birthday (a brown moleskin leather journal only she could open) Lily knew for certain. Of course, the looks and the jokes and the occasional soft touches to her back made his affections clear, but this cinched it for Lily.

He put the snitch away and had a short exchange with Sirius before glancing over again. Lily's heart beat twice as fast. In the compact, she watched unabashedly as he ran his hand through his unkempt hair, only making it messier.

Lily wondered what he'd do if she marched over, tangled a hand in his hair, and pulled him down for a kiss. He looked so good with his hair pushed back, and somehow just as good when it fell back in his face. She'd hex him if he cut it.

James shouted something, shocking Lily from her fantasy. She pulled her eyes away and onto the situation unfolding. Severus was on the ground, surrounded by a crowd of students, James and Sirius lording over him.

Once more James' eyes flickered toward Lily, but this time the heat in her chest was from indignation. Did he think this would impress her?

Of course, the moment Lily considered his maturity, his positive traits, James Potter had to ruin them by being himself. This was who he truly was: a pureblood bully, keen on a Muggleborn and assuming she'd enjoy a show of his power.

Fuck him.

Lily marched over, wand in hand, ready to hex.

[witchofthesouls]

Someone please give D.C.!AU Soundwave a medal and a drink for dealing with the shenanigans. Also have to wrangle Tarn's general Tarn-ness.

First he had to deal with the donar clause was activated by Tarn and Tarn imprinted?! Wait he's seeker-kin and a has been a tank for ages." The telepath knows exactly why stascream was torn between lsughter and tears. Which means he has to be constantly be on guard that Tarn might try to trine with Lord Megatron.

Then he had to do with the twice accidentally very married couple being well married and also expecting more bitties. He knows in his spark his cassettes are to blame somehow regardless of the lack of evidence.

Then the chaos on board the nemasis caused by Tarn bringing back a pregnant conjux and a flock of bitties. Tarn being hyper protective made everything super hazardous just existing on the same ship. At least they gained two hyper compatatent medics. Even if Tarn's sexual tension was so high Soundwave had to take active measures to prevent three quarters of the ship from entering heats or ruts.

Then the Overlord Incident(s) culminating in premature newsparks, one very dead Overlord, an Soundwave discovering This nurse isn't some agent assassin, Camians, especially medical professionals, are just like that. Also that Camus has hazards that are insane and the planet is best avoided.

Speaking of which he had to browbeat Megatron into encouraging Tarn and the Nurse to call the Nurse's Mentor/Foster-sire so he could meet the bitties because Soundwave will be damned if he ends up gunning for the cause because of a misunderstanding. Also perhaps they can arange for him to teach medical techniques.

To top it all off inspite of the fact Tarn's dangerous broken coding and the couple are literally spark resonants powerful enough to smash through two layers of outlier grade baffels, Megatron wants the nurse to consider other potential sires or code doners since they are capable of kindling.

And all of this mess was basically caused because Tarn was a touch starved socially isolated virgin who wrote the damn doner clause with such specificity. Soundwave and Starscream have already pushed through amendments that allow the carrier to have their choice of potential doners amoung the unit responsible for the sire's demise.

The Donor Clause Au is such a mess. It has different versions at this point, depending on the take like 'What if Tarn had to be present at officer meetings," "What if Megatron was a High Priest of Megatronus Prime," and the current thought of "What if sparklings were ridiculously rare on Cybertron because Reasons."

In the verse where sparklings are super rare as in one newspark per full carriage (not the back-to-back-to-back clutches of three), Soundwave gets all the spiked tea he wants, his own spike milked by hand as he's one of the few mechs that 1) you actually like outside of the Peaceful Tyranny and 2) Tarn pre-approved in a very detail breakdown of very short over acceptable mechs in case your legal spouse isn't around, and he gets chirpy sparklings crawling into his lap.

Purring and happy with simple, one-tracked minds and emotions that don't give Soundwave migraines or induce distaste. He actually indulges the little ones as they paint his legs or tug on his plates or, in the case of the sparkling with a mess of a mouth full of sharp teeth, Soundwave utilizes his more heavily protected data-cables for the bitty to chew on.

Soundwave has never thought of parenthood as tapedecks can't carry sparklets, and finding a mech with a viable gestational chamber is akin to becoming a long-standing reigning Champion of Kaon, but...

Soundwave also nips those family yearnings because then he would need to deal with Tarn as a potential code-sharer along with your own idiosyncrasies as a Camien. Nor does he want to constantly deal with Ravage's and Ratbat's complaints of Tarn's super-charged, lust-addled repression. While the leader of the Justice Division may have the iron control to keep his highly charged field to his plating, any mech with a finely tuned sense of smell, like the majority of beastformers, would sneeze at Tarn's presence.

(If Tourniquet is around, the Hub would be fielding an immense influx of comms ranging from the Camien Healer's approval to take Decepticon personnel onto hazardous planetoids for a 'complete training experience,' Hook's bombardment of pulling the colonists into his division, and a flood of troops' terrified complaints/hopeful messages thanks as the Healer would literally hunt and drag any mech into his care, kicking and screaming with an unholy sense of cheer.)

The Cassettes, despite their denial, do get jealous the sheer amount of racket all six bitties make when the Justice Division troops back. No amount of patty cake, violent nursery rhymes, and edible paint will match the warmth and deep rumble of Tarn's frame or the Pet's yankable mane.

The bitties are defiantly chirping at their imprisoned state, being trapped by hard-light in mess hall.

As everyone goes through the usual song-and-dance because the mechs want to pick up a sparkling, but you're already at gate as a grim, no nonsense warden because the Justice Division are filthy from gore, dust, and dirt. You're on a third carriage and have no wants to deal with a sick clutch on top of it because the sparklings would try to lick it off a random, filthy armor piece.

It's usually easier to shoo Tesarus and Helex into Nickel's awaiting care, considering those two are the messiest and have a habit of inconsistent personal care. Kaon has his servos full tugging the Pet away to the communal showers. Vos enjoys being an ass because you tend to nick his cables with quick swipes of a scalpel as Tarn lingers and winds up both clutches over their papa and uncle.

Meanwhile, Soundwave is trying to make his escape because he knows Tarn is thinking about cuddles and you're projecting filthy X-rated scenes, but he's trapped by social convention and that sparkling still chewing on his data-cable.

Nurse blames the alcohol for the second clutch as well as disbelief since you shouldn't have sparked up. Not that fast.

The third clutch was just plain weakness because you could have put your pede down and stayed on the ship. But you didn't (and you're not thinking about the implications, no sir, not at all, you're most definitely not thinking about the taste of your legal Conjux's Energon and how his neck-cables felt beneath your denta-)

Tarn can be dense/oblivious as the Head of Idiot Sandwiches. Still doesn't know he had imprinted. He just knows he enjoys Nurse's company and the family life and feels more well-rested even with the chaos. (Aka his Seekerkin-coding is finally getting sociality it has been screaming for by latching onto a carrier-mate and resulting bitties). Tarn is patting himself on the back, being an excellent donor and upholding Decepticon creed, and thanks to Lord Megatron's clarification, he will do his Conjunxal duties!

(Cue everyone else staring at this walking disaster that's in deep denial he's been doing the enthusiastic husband role for a long while already, and Kaon is still awaiting for the orn that Tarn and Nurse will figure out their true feelings until then he has his evidence board, holos, and all the gifts under his floorboards that he's slowly giving to the intended couple.

The communication specialist was giddy, and Sixshot had done a sigh of relief when Tarn, miracles of miracles, had finally given into the impulse to bite a coaxing door-wing. The result had the poor guy hailing Nickel because your reaction was intense.)

High Command is in a deadlock on whether or not to update the Donor Clause, considering said ridiculousness is highly effective.

[hlficlibrary]

hi adm! love your blog. do u have any recs from unknown authors? thank you!

Hi, anon! Thanks so much for the kind words! I wouldn't call them all "unknown" necessarily, but I'd say underappreciated for how good their fics are! Here are some great fics by writers who I think a lot of readers would like if they gave them a chance!

When the Lights Go Out by thelarenttrap / @antidotetogo

“Louis, what do you have to say about how last week ended?” the reporter asks. There’s a moment of silence. Harry is looking at the reporter, but eventually gives in and looks down the table at Louis. He’s looking straight ahead, as if Harry isn’t even in the room. “If you can’t take the heat, then get out of the kitchen.” Harry leans forwards, placing his arms on the table and leaning onto them to get as close to his microphone as he can while looking at Louis. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Louis turns to him, his icy blue eyes meeting Harry's. “Driving is your fuckin’ job, act like it.”

In its near eighty years of existence, Formula 1 has never had an out gay driver. In 2017, Harry Styles signs a contract with Scuderia AlphaTauri alongside his childhood friend and competitor, Louis Tomlinson. The next decade of their careers is some of the most tumultuous press--on and off the track--Formula 1 has ever seen.

aka the one where Louis and Harry are childhood friends to enemies to lovers over the course of 15 ish years.

The Things We Know To Be Wild by harryanthus_annuus / @harryanthus-annuus

Louis is a London zoologist sent by the University of Highlands and Islands to assess the safety of the island of Eroda as part of the Wonder Seekers Project for sustainable tourism. With his signature needed to write off the concerns raised by the investors - owing to dragons - he faces the true, unassuming local life, and finds himself blindsided by the forms it takes.

(your smile is) on every face by @justanothershadeofblue

Harry streams the whole thing, too overwhelmed to sing along, clutching his phone above his head as Louis whips the fans into a frenzy, playing both sides of the stage before staking a claim to the middle. Niall is shouting along beside him, lost in the madness and dancing something formless and frantic and free. Harry doesn’t even notice the pins and needles in his arm until the encore break, tears springing to his eyes as he switches hands and lowers his arm slowly, letting the blood rush back into it. He bites back a sob and glances at the screen. Maybe he could stop streaming, use his phone hand to massage some life back into his poor arm.

Harry blinks. There are fifteen thousand people watching his stream.

[1933bunny]

A Bird and her Prey

Pt. 1

Jazz had always been the first one to fight you, lunging and acting like a wild animal. Now, he couldn’t do that, as you had become an Autobot.

He couldn’t fight you, and now probably wouldn’t. Despite how much he wanted to. He desperately wished he was able to, though.

Now, he finds himself stuck on a mission with you. Comms broken and no way to get back besides walking, Jazz was miserable.

"Should we continue with the mission or head back now?" You ask Jazz, wondering if it'd be better to finish the mission without being able to call for backup, or to go back to get your Comms fixed.

Jazz sighed, kicking a stray rock away.

“Might as well finish. We’re too far away now and comms are broken.”

He starts to lead us forward, glancing back at you.

"Then let's go. No use moping about." You state bluntly, wanting to complete the mission.

“Yeah, I guess so. I’m not “moping” though.”

Jazz keeps walking, and we go for a little while before he speaks again.

“… you really have changed, huh?”

"Hm?"

he shakes his head, looking off to the side.

“Never mind. Forget I said anything.”

"…hm," you don't want to push on the topic, he's only recently stopped being hostile to you, you don't want to ruin the trust that took you forever to build up.

We go for a while longer, until the sun is fully down and it’s dark out. The only light is that of the stars.

Jazz glances around and sighs.

“We should probably stop and wait ‘till morning.”

"Okay," your voice is full, yet not aggressive, just complacent.

Jazz sits down, leaning back against the cool rock behind him. He rests his arm over his propped up knee.

“Fun day, huh?” He says with slight sarcasm.

"Yes," your answer is short and to the point, your days as a Seeker amongst the Decepticon ranks shows.

He gives a slight smile at your unenthusiastic response. He’s quiet for a few seconds before speaking again.

“You doing alright? You’re really quiet. It’s weird.”

"How so? Aren't I usually quite?"

Jazz glances at you, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees.

“Yeah, you are, but this is a different kind of quiet. You’re usually more… I don’t know, I feel like I’m talking to a wall.”

Jazz continues to look at you.

“It’s a different quiet. Like you’re thinking about something. You usually never think. You just act.”

"That's usually in regards to when in the heat of battle. Lately, I've seemed to be lost in my own thoughts more often than not."

Jazz raises an eyebrow plate, surprised you’re actually saying something.

“Yeah? What are you thinking about?”

"I'd rather not disclose that information to you." You feel your systems starting to heat up just from the thought of speaking your thoughts out loud to a Mech like him.

He smirks.

“Why not? Got something you’re not telling me, Princess?”

"Yes."

He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow.

“And what’s that?”

"I'm not gonna tell you."

“Damn, why not?”

Jazz leans back against the rock again, looking a little annoyed.

"It's embarrassing."

He perks up at the word ‘embarrassing.’

“Oh, really? Then now I have to know.”

"No." The embarrassment is clear in your voice, and the faint noice of your vents turning on yo cool you off gives it away.

“Come on, now you gotta tell me.”

Jazz grins at you.

"No, you're just gonna use the knowledge to tease me."

He feigns offense at your words, putting a hand to his chest

“How dare you! That is so not true.”

He gives a smirk at the end, showing that he is in fact, going to use the information to tease you.

Jazz moves over, sitting next to you.

“Come on, I wanna know now.”

"Why?"

“Cause now I’m curious about what you could be so embarrassed about.”

"...Fine." you give in, agreeing to tell him what's been on your processor, knowing that if you didn't he'd keep bothering you.

Jazz grins, glad that you gave in.

“Go on, tell me. I promise I won’t make fun of you.”

"I was thinking about Sparkling's. Before the war I used to take care of them, it's been a long time since there was one, and I guess my protocols aren't as dormant as I thought."

Jazz’s expression softens when he hears what you’re saying. He didn’t expect that answer at all, and honestly, he doesn’t know what to say for a few seconds. He’s quiet as he thinks of what to say.

“That’s not… “embarrassing”, y’know.”

"It is to me, I mean we're still in the midst of a war, and here I am thinking about having Sparkling's!" I can already feel my vents working harder to cool down my systems.

Jazz gives a very quiet sigh.

“Hey, it’s completely natural. I think of them too every once in a while. It’s just a primal instinct, y’know?”

“Besides,”

He gives a crooked smile.

“The thought of you with sparklings just seems… cute to me.”

His words momentarily cause your processor to buffer, one his words have fully sunk in, the protocols you've been pushing into the depths of your processor are shoving their way to the forefront of your thoughts.

"Please stop doing that." Your tone it stern, you don't want to accidentally lose control and give him a reason to report you to Optimus.

Jazz grins.

“What? It is cute. You holding a tiny sparkling? Absolutely adorable. Like a little mom.”

"Stop! It's already bad enough that my protocols are trying to force themselves back online, you're just making it worse!" You put some distance between yourself and him,

Jazz chuckles, leaning back again and looking at you.

“What, does the thought of it really make you wanna have a tiny sparkling that bad?”

"Yes." Your voice comes out sounding almost like a threat,

Jazz starts laughing when you say that. He didn’t expect you to agree so quickly.

“Damn, you really want a sparkling, don’t you?”

You stand up suddenly and start to walk off, trying to hide how frustrated you are.

Jazz stands up and follows after you, still smiling.

“Hey, wait! Where ya goin’?”

"I'm trying to get away from you! You're an idiot you know that!"

Jazz rolls his eyes, walking just beside you.

“An idiot for what? It’s not my fault you’re so easy to get worked up.”

"…you grounders truly know nothing about Seekers, do you?" Your wings twitch in frustration at how he has little to no self-preservation.

“Not much, no. Why?”

Jazz is just a little curious but he doesn’t stop walking along with you.

"Well, something about Seekers is that when certain protocols start activating, it tosses them into the desire of wanting a Sparkling of their own, at first it's quite tame, until a stupid Grounder provokes the Seeker and the Protocols." You explain, mainly referring to what is currently transpiring so that Jazz may actually understand that he isn't gonna get out unscathed if he continues to stay near me.

Jazz is still following you along with a stupid smirk on his face.

“Is that so? So, what happens when a “stupid grounder” triggers the protocol?”

"Well, since you're an idiot, what I'm doing is trying to get away from you before I can no longer control my own actions."

Jazz can’t help but chuckle.

“Are you saying you won’t be able to control yourself around me? Is the big, bad seeker getting all worked up?”

"…you have no self preservation." You really want to slam him against a tree, on pin him to the ground, either to having him panicked or begging.

“Not really,”

He walks a bit closer to you.

“Never have. What was that you said about not being able to control yourself around me? Sounds like a good time to me.”

"…I am gonna absolutely ruin you." Your voice tapers off into sounding like venom, he's pushed, and now he's not gonna leave without gaining a few new dents.

Jazz grins and takes another step closer to you.

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try, Princess.”

[myusuchaa]

Moonflower - Rafayel x AFAB

༄ wc: 1048

༄ third person pov | no spoilers | based on Abysswalker myth and Abysswalker Journey Seeker card

༄ content warnings: princess/royalty roleplay, flirty banter, outdoor suggested intimacy, romance, fluff

༄ a/n: this is the part 2 to the mini abysswalker fic series! you can read part 1 here. hehe i had fun writing this one too, actually i struggled to keep it short, i knew i wanted a quick fic but i felt like i could just keep on going!! there's just something about him in his e-boy all leather look ahhh.... ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა im still thinking about making a part 3?? hope yall enjoy! (creative format posted as pictures under text below)

moonflower

The next evening, Rafayel arrived at the palace just as the blue sky lazily gave way to hints of peach and orange, allowing reprieve from the glaring heat. He let her know of his presence by using his tall figure to cast a shadow against the pond outside her balcony, a sight she had been anticipating all day. His dark outline on the water’s surface seemed to calm the ripples, as if the very thought of him allowed her to float endlessly. 

She hurriedly gathered her belongings and ran down the spiral staircase that led into the garden where he waited. 

“You really came for me,” she said breathlessly. Whether it was from leaping down the staircase or out of pure surprise, he could not tell where her exasperation came from. But the air in her delicate voice ignited a small ember deep within him. 

“We must leave now, we have quite a trek outside of the city tonight. Do you have everything?”

“Yes, I think so…are we actually going to stay out overnight? I’m a bit worried th-”

“Don’t be. I want you to trust that I’ll ensure your safety. Can you do that for me?” 

She paused for a moment, recalling the shadow she had just seen. It seemed to come from within him, as if it wasn’t cast from merely blocking the setting sun. 

Curious, she replied, “I’ll trust you more if you can answer some questions for me.” 

Grabbing her wrist gently as he walked in front, he glanced back and smiled coyly. “I may have the answers, it depends how you ask.” 

That alluring, inviting smile. She moved her gaze from his dark, gemstone eyes to that gorgeous smile. Almost immediately she then looked away, feeling the apples of her cheeks turn red. She wished he had his mask on today. 

By the time they reached their stopping point for the night, the sky had long passed its golden hue. The horizon glowed a deep red, resembling a ruby held up in front of a flame. This warmth was chased by a lush indigo and purple, with the smallest of stars beginning to twinkle at the highest points. Staring at the sky and then back at him, she couldn’t help but find the same colors of the setting sun within his eyes. They were far enough from the main city that if one were to search for them from atop the guarded gates, their bodies would blend seamlessly with the sand dunes. Still, if she held her breath, faint drum beats and flute whistles could be heard, no doubt carried on the wind from the city nightlife. 

“I understand you may not be used to this, uh, this set up.” He gestured to the woven tapestry that was pitched as a makeshift tent, barely thick enough to keep sand out of their eyes.

“Oh, I don’t mind it. Honestly, any change of scenery is very much welcomed.”

“Is that so? Your Highness doesn't mind getting a little rough and dirty outside the city borders?”

“What…what do you mean by that?”

He moved his eyes downward, following her neckline to her waist. It looked provocative, but he merely replied, “You have a bunch of dirt and scratches on your clothes already.” He scoffed. 

Looking down, she could see he was right. Come to think of it, she hasn’t thought of her appearance at all, being too focused on the mystery of his being. She suddenly felt a bit flustered. 

“Useless aesthetics,” she said defensively. “Really, I mean inside the palace, all they care about is for me to be the lovely, pretty princess for the people to fawn over. It’s tiresome.” 

“I suppose they’re just trying to protect their precious flower.” His voice lowered. “Though, I’d like to think I do a better job.” Almost whispering, he approached her. 

The sky filled with more stars, and the shy new moon hid behind low clouds, emitting a dim and feeble light. They sat next to each other now, the cool, desert breeze carrying his warmth and scent. In one graceful movement, sparks danced along his fingertips and landed on some coal he had placed earlier. They smoldered with a strange intensity, similar to the expression on his face. 

“Are you still cold?” he asked, almost apologetically. 

“Not at all, not anymore,” she felt warm in many ways. “How did you even notice I was cold when I’m completely covered in this?” She pointed to her traveler’s outfit, equipped with long sleeves and pants to ward off the eternal sun. 

His sunset eyes darkened to dusk. “I know you because I’m always watching you. I have been, for a long time now. Even if,” he paused for a breath, “even if you don’t remember. It’s my duty to protect you.” 

He sounded pained as he spoke. He wasn’t lying, but he was hiding a terrible truth from her. More than his objective, he was hiding the longing he felt for her. How he wanted to reach out and grab her to make sure she was his. To feel her soft skin under his worn hands. To caress every inch of her. 

“Rafayel…” the heroine felt a shift in his persona. 

“Princess, do you know the meaning of the moonflower?” He moved closer to her, slowly and deliberately. She instinctively lowered onto her elbows, peering up at him as he leaned in. His hair lightly shielded his pleading eyes.

“I, I may have heard of it,” she hoped her eyes returned the impression.

“Ah, did you? Then you must know of its glowing beauty.” 

He covered her completely, her lying all the way down on the blanket and him towering over her, one hand reaching for her cheek, his fingers playing with her eyelashes. The heat from him was so overpowering, she thought he may have been using his flames to embrace her. He brushed his lips against her neck and up to her earlobe. She felt a small bite.

“You must also know that it blooms at night.” His breath became tantalizing as he slid his other hand to her waist belt, undoing it by the time the last word left his lips.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Somewhere in an ocean of sand, a flower bloomed near a radiant flame.

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