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rikisradirarara · 4 years ago

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・❥・ Cake? An L x reader fanfic— After BBs scare things where never the same again, but as L always believed sharing sweets with a special someone can start the process of healing ・❥・

request: “hi there!! i saw your requests for L are open! if you’re okay with it, i think it’d be really cute for a scenario where reader confesses to L by baking him something and maybe giving him a kiss on the cheek to fluster him? whatever you choose it’ll be great!!! <3” From anonymous

a/n: sorry it’s late, the last two requests I had took me a day to write while this one took me much longer. Even though it took me long I didn’t want to write something hurried and bad so despite the time I actually kinda like how it turned out. I also apologize because it’s not exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it because I enjoyed writing it! Also thank you jay (aka my savior) for helping me with the fluff!

word count: 1,249

➼ It's been long since the Kira case had started and much longer since L and I could spend time together. I don't expect him to make time for me since he's been so caught up with the case but our lives haven't been the same since the Los Angeles B.B Murder Case.

That happened a couple of years ago, I was still shaken up about it causing me to find a hobby. A way to distract myself from the horrendous pictures that I caught glimpses of in my head.

Baking has been my escape. Making sweets for L and occasionally having Watari help me in the kitchen.

The only reason you could say I chose baking was the recipes. Everything was planned out already and for the most part, the results were delicious. It's a way to help L, as I don't have as great of a mind as the people he works with.

I stand in the kitchen pulling out all the necessities for the cake I want to bake. It's my birthday and all I want is to relax and enjoy the day, pushing all the thoughts of Kira and his murder spree to the back of my head.

I turn my head to the side a little looking for a certain bowl when I notice a figure standing by the doorway. My heart skips a beat, no one should be here, Watari comes by at 7:30, the people who L works with don't get here until 8:30, the only other person who is awake at 6 am is L, yet all he usually does is start work.

"L? What are you doing here?" I turn to look at the figure and much to my surprise it is L. He stands there his lanky figure wearing his usual clothes.

"Can't I spend some time with my best friend?" He asks in his monotone voice.

"Best friend is an understatement, I'm just wondering why you're here. You usually don't come visit and you still have work don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do but I seem to remember it's a very special day for you." He says walking towards where I stand against the counter.

"My birthday I assume is what you're talking about," I say walking around him to place the bowl in my hands on the counter with all the ingredients.

➼ "You don't have to spend time with me just because it's my birthday, I understand you have a lot of work and I wouldn't want to drag you away from it," I tell him taking things from the pile and organizing them in the order they'd have to go in.

"Which is why I'm doing this, whenever I overwork myself you're there to help me. I know you're still not over the B.B. case, I shouldn't have dragged you into another one so soon." He says and I feel his breath down my shoulder his arms wrapping around my middle in a hug.

"It's been over four years you'd imagine I'd get over it by now," I say turning in his grasp and burying my head in his chest.

"It was traumatizing for you, I don't blame you for it." He says he snuggled his face in my hair.

"So why exactly are you here?" I ask him pushing away from him slightly.

"Isn't it obvious? I'd like to help you bake something if you'll have me of course." He says looking down at me, despite his slouched form he manages to be slightly taller than me.

"I've waited for you to ask for years!" I tell him jumping up from my spot in his arms.

"So where do we start?" He questions eyes wide and the tip of his thumb in his mouth looking at the ingredients I had gathered that now stood spread out on the counter.

"We start with the dry ingredients the first being flour. Can you pass me it?" I ask him I point towards the flour that stood on the other side of the counter. I turn away from it making sure I had everything placed in the specific spot I place them before I feel L tap my shoulder. I turn my head towards him still busy with the ingredients and I feel flour being blown into my face.

I cough and try to wave away the flour that stayed in the air before taking a bit of the apron I was wearing and trying to wipe away the flour that stuck to my face. Giving up I open my eyes and point a finger at the man standing in front of me with a knowing smile adorning his face.

"What was that for?!" I question loudly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He says calmly hands in the pockets of his pants.

I give him an "are you serious?" Look before finding the flour open on the counter resting between us. I glance at it and quickly play it off as if I was looking at something else.

"Oh really?" I say taking some flour into my hands as fast as I can and throwing it at L flour in the air as I wait for it to dull wanting to look at his face. Once the flour clears I see him standing still in shock, eyes wide, his hair white now with the flour that covered it.

I try to contain my smile before I burst into laughter I lean over the counter trying to stop my continuous laughter. Sooner than I expected flour lands on the back of my head, I stand back up the flour that once laid still falling unto my back and into the floor.

L stood in front of me holding the flour I go to grab it as he tries to keep it away from me. We both struggle trying to take away the flour from the other. Small amounts of flour fall into our clothes with every tug of the bag.

Unexpectedly the bag breaks into two each of us being brought back by the force as flour pours into the air coating everything in sight in a small coat of white.

The air slowly clears as L and I turn to each other wide-eyed at the mess we had made. Both covered head to toe with flour he helps me stand up flour slowly raining off our clothes as we try shaking it off.

"Oops," I say looking around and imagining how difficult it will be to clean up.

"You should head and shower, I'll clean up the mess." L offers walking away to get the cleaning utensils.

"What about you?" I ask walking after him.

"Don't worry about it." He says never giving me a second glance. He walks away and I walk to my room to do as he told.

➼ An hour later I walk out of my room to find the kitchen spotless. Confused as to where L had gone I walk into his usual study finding him sat on his chair back facing me. Hearing me walk in he turns to me a slice of cake in his hand.

I walk up to him turn his head a little and give him a kiss on the cheek. His usual pale and stoic face turns a light shade of pink as he expresses shock. He brings a hand up to his cheek and brings the other holding the cake towards me.

"Cake?"

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youreacowgirllikeme · 4 years ago

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Okay my Jake fanfic request is one where Jake is soft Jake and in a newish relationship and unlike the other fanfics he wants sex but doesn’t know how to go about initiating it because he is afraid he’s reading signals wrong and doesn’t want to be too direct and Y/N notices his nervous behavior when things are intimate and tries to give him opportunities to initiate it

Tentative

words: 2,4 k

warnings: NSFW, smut

enjoyyy :)

“Oh my god, Jake that was perfect.” You sighed, dropping your fork onto your empty plate.

The dinner your boyfriend had made for you had been one of the best things you had ever eaten, he had even made your favorite chocolate cake for dessert.

“I had no idea you can cook like that.”

Jake just rubbed his neck, clearly happy but also a bit embarrassed about the amount of praise you were giving him. “Well, you said you were having a hard day, so I wanted to do something nice for you.” He murmured, smiling softly at you. You beamed back, you had really hit the jackpot with Jake.

The two of you had met at a fundraiser you attended with some colleagues from the law firm you worked for and had been dating for about a month now. One of the first things you had learned about Jake Tapper was that while he was confident and assertive at his job as an anchor, he could be pretty shy and quiet in private. That didn’t bother you at all though, he was one of the funniest, sweetest and most considerate people you had ever met, and he treated you like a queen.

After dinner you poured yourself a glass of wine and retired to the couch with Jake. You started a movie, but soon you moved closer to him, cuddling against his side and tentatively stroking his leg.

He turned his face away from the tv to look at you. “You are so beautiful, Y/N.” he whispered, and cupped your jaw to press a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. Kissing him still made fireworks go off inside you every time, even after a month. You put an arm around him, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

He still was a bit tense, but when you slid your tongue across his bottom lip, he groaned and relaxed against you. As you pressed your body even closer to his, you could feel the hard bulge that was slowly beginning to form in his pants, and it made you clench your legs in arousal.

You hadn’t had sex with Jake yet as both of you had agreed to take things slow, but you definitely wanted him, a lot. Maybe tonight was the right time.

Carefully, your hands wandered to Jakes lower back and pulled the hem of his shirt out of his trousers. As soon as you felt the smooth skin of his back under your fingers, your resolve to take it slow crumbled, and you tried to climb on Jakes lap, desperate to feel his hardness pressed against your core.

But Jake broke the kiss, looking flustered and a bit unsettled.

“I’m sorry, baby, I really need to use the restroom.” He spoke, and before you could reply, he got up and almost fled the room.

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As soon as the door of the bathroom closed behind him, Jake pressed his forehead against in and let out a staggered breath, his fists clutched at his side.

Swearing quietly, he readjusted his pants to relieve some of the pressure. Walking away from the situation had been hard, but he needed to stop before he lost control over his actions. You were so perfect, beautiful and pure, and deserved that he waited for the right moment to take it further. The worst thing he could imagine was pressuring you into something you didn’t feel ready for yet.

If he thought about it, you had appeared pretty eager back on the couch, but what if he was just reading the signs wrong and hurt you in the process? He couldn’t stop ragging his brain about it, afraid he could do something wrong. You had been the one suggesting taking things slow, and Jake respected that, because he respected you. He could just hope that he wouldn’t snap and let himself get carried away the next time a situation like that came up.

When he finally felt a bit more collected and controlled again, he splashed some cold water into his face and decided to go back to see you.

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Back in the living-room, you were slightly confused and a bit uncertain as well. Hadn’t Jake enjoyed himself? Why had he stormed out of the room like that?

You took a sip of wine and hoped he would come back soon, you were the kind of person to address situations like that heads on, you would just ask him what the problem was.

When Jake made his way back to you, he looked a bit more pulled together again, he had readjusted his shirt and fixed his hair. When he sat back down next to you, he took your hand and started talking.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry if I went too far earlier, and made you feel uncomfortable.” He said, his voice was serious and there was a pleading look in his eyes, like he was really worried.

“Jake, no, everything is fine. You didn’t do anything wrong, I enjoyed what we did very much.” You replied, squeezing his hand to reassure him that you were telling the truth. “I know we agreed to take things slow, but-“

The shrill ring of your cellphone interrupted you, it was your work phone, so you quickly took the call.

“There’s a problem at the firm, trouble with a client, I have to run. I am so sorry, Jake, thank you for the amazing dinner, I’ll call you tomorrow and we can finish our conversation.” You pressed a quick kiss to his mouth and grabbed your stuff before hurrying out of Jakes apartment, leaving the man alone with his thoughts.

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You spent the car ride to work going over what had just transpired between you and Jake. He was clearly extremely careful around you, and you appreciated that, there were way too many men who thought they could just take what they wanted without consideration.

But it was evident Jake desired you and wanted more. Was it possible that he was just too shy, or anxious to pressure you? By now, you were aware that could be at bit uptight as well at times, maybe he just needed a nudge in the right direction?

You decided to lay it out for him, dropping some hints so he would see that you were perfectly fine with him taking what he wanted. After all, actions spoke louder than words sometimes.

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A week later, you were sure that things were moving in the right direction. You had been dropping subtle hints at every chance you got, casually touching Jake whenever you could, fixing his tie, squeezing his thigh when he was sitting next to you, pressing your body extra close to his when he was kissing you. You just wanted him to feel more comfortable around you, but he was still a bit too hesitant for your liking. You had to up the game.

Friday night, after a hard week of work, the two of you were having dinner at a nice, elegant restaurant. Afterwards, you invited Jake over to your place for a late-night drink, and hopefully more.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’m just going to change into something a bit more casual.” You said, before making your way to your bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

After waiting for a minute, you called out Jakes name.

“Baby, could you please come in here for a second and help me?”

Jake came right away. “What do you need, Y/N?”

You stood in front of your floor length mirror and looked at Jake through the reflection, a small pout in your lips. “Could you unzip me please? I can’t reach all the way back.” You asked, and pointed to the zipper of your dress, all while trying to make your voice sound as innocent as possible.

You saw Jake swallowing visibly before he stepped up behind you. Feeling him so close, you had to fight the urge to just press your backside to his body. No, you told yourself, you had to be patient and do this on his terms.

Carefully, Jake reached out to brush your hair away from your back, and when his fingers slid over the skin of your neck, you could barely stifle a moan, your skin tingling where he had touched you.

Slowly, Jake pulled down the zipper on the back of your dress, revealing your smooth skin and black lace underwear to the cool air of the room.

You observed Jakes reflection, the way his eyes darkened, and his gaze was fixed on the bare skin of your back, wandering further and further down. There was a light flush on his cheeks, he was clearly worked up.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered and let the fabric of your dress fall to the floor, leaving you only in your matching panties and bra.

Jakes face took on an almost pained expression, and he tentatively reached out to let his fingers trail down your spine.

“You are breathtaking, Y/N, absolutely gorgeous.” He murmured, and you sighed and leaned your head back against his shoulder.

“Kiss me, Jake, please.” You whispered and reached out to place his other hand on your hip.

Jake let out a low groan and leaned down to press feather-light kisses against your exposed neck, his thumb softly brushing over your hipbone.

You keened into his touches and felt wetness starting to pool between your legs.

Looking up to meet your eyes in the mirror, Jake spoke out, his voice breathy and a bit stained. “Is that alright? Please tell me when it becomes too much for you.”

“Its not too much, quite the opposite in fact. Please don’t stop.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, and his eyes were so open and warm that your heart gave a little tug in your chest. He was so gentle; you almost couldn’t believe it.

“Absolutely sure.”

It felt like a weight had dropped off Jakes shoulders, his hand on your hip tightened and pulled you back against him, your ass grinding into the bulge in his trousers. The moan he let out was deep and wanton, and your need for him hit you with full force.

Jakes other hand swiftly unclasped your bra, sliding it off your arms to let it join your dress on the floor. Turning around to face Jake, you took his face between your hands and gave him a deep, passionate kiss before beginning to open the buttons of his dress shirt.

“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes, baby.” You murmured, sliding the shirt off his shoulders before brushing your palms over his muscled chest. His skin was warm and soft, and you pressed little open-mouthed kisses to it while you carefully undid his belt-buckle to pull his trousers down.

Jake was panting hard by now, and when you palmed his erection though his boxer shorts, he lost his tight control. Grabbing your hips, he spun you around to push you onto your bed, laying down on top of you.

“Jake, baby, I’m yours. I trust you.” You whispered, looking him deep in the eyes so he could see how serious you were.

Jake kissed you deeply before his hand trailed down your stomach, finding it’s way between your legs. He slowly pulled your lace panties down, throwing them onto the bed before one of his fingers carefully dipped into the wetness between your legs. You threw your head back into the pillows and moaned loudly when he started to softly stroke your clit with his thumb, moving his fingers against your core until you came with a small sob.

Jakes eyes were fixed on you as you came down from your high, his pupils were blown, and his erection was visibly straining against his underwear.

You reached out to lightly tug on the hem of his boxers. “Wow.” you panted. “I definitely need you to get you out of those.”

Hastily, Jake pulled the last article of clothing down his legs, and the sight of his hard cock sent another surge of arousal through you.

“Do you have a condom?” he asked, and you reached over to your nightstand to hand him one.

After he had put it on, you slowly spread your legs, making room for Jake to lie between them. He lined up his cock, and gave you another deep look, almost as if he was asking permission.

“I want you, Jake, please.” You whined, and when he pushed into you and began to move, your whines turned into breathy moans, your breath hitching with every thrust he gave.

His eyes were fixed on your face the whole time, dark and warm, drinking in your pleasured noises and little squirms as you fell apart under him.

“So perfect, baby.” He murmured under his breath “You feel so amazing.”

You cupped his jaw and pulled him into a kiss, softly biting his bottom lip, something he apparently enjoyed as his thrusts were getting slightly harder. You reached out to softly tug on his hair and he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

Jakes hand sneaked back between your legs to circle your clit, and the combined stimulation made your entire body tingle and burn with pleasure. Every stroke sent a new pulse of arousal through you, and when he softly bit your neck, you lost it.

You chanted Jakes name, clinging onto him as your climax pulsed through you, making you walls flutter and clench around his length.

Jakes grip on you hardened for a moment, he gave one last deep thrust and stayed buried deep inside of you as he found his release.

A moment later, all tension left his body and he collapsed on top of you. You started to softly stroke his back, enjoying bathing in the afterglow while having him so close.

After a while, he carefully pulled out and propped himself up to look at you, a slightly worried expression on his face. You were sincerely hoping he wasn’t still being unsure about this.

“I can hear your thoughts from here, Jake. What is wrong?”

“Are you alright, baby?” he murmured, and you just let out a short laugh.

“Alright? I’m more than alright. “you said, smiling at him to reassure him just how good you were feeling. “That was amazing.”

“I just didn’t want to feel like I expected anything from you.” Jake said, sounding slightly relieved now.

“Stop worrying! You didn’t, baby. But I expect you to do what you just did again, and very soon.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

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blackhakumen · 4 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #649: Proper Introductions (Sonic X Crash Bandicoot)

4:23 p.m. at Amy's House......

Tails: Sonic, Amy, I like to introduce you guys to Coco Bandicoot. The girl I've been hanging out with as of late.

Coco: (Smiles Softly and a bit Shyly at the Couple in Front of her While Waving at Them a Little) Hi.

Sonic: (Smiles Back at the Young Bandicoot) Hey there, kiddo.

Amy: (Smiles Brightly) Oh my gosh, Coco! (Happily Gives Coco a Warm Welcome Handshake) It's so nice to finally meet you in person!~ I can't thank you enough for being our little Tails' best friend. He talks about you a lot and everything!

Coco: (Turns and Gives Tails, Who is Already Starting to Blush a Little, a Playful Smirk) Oh really now?~

Sonic: Yep! (Places his Arm Around Tails' Shoulder) He told us how cool and amazing you are to be around. He even told us how much he missed seeing you every time you guys spend some days apart.

Tails: (Glares at Sonic While Gritting his Teeth) Sonic!

Sonic: (Turns to Tails) What? It's the truth, isn't it? (Starts Giving his Little Buddy a Playful Smirk on his Face) Remember during the week of Christmas where you've been talking about her non-stop? I bet there's hasn't been one day where you didn't have any thoughts about her, am I right?

Tails: (Blush Turns Bright Red) W-W-Well, I-I mean.....Y-You see....uh...you're not entirely wrong in that assumption, but-

Coco: (Giggles Softly at How Adorable Tails' Bashfulness) It's okay, Tails. I thought about you a lot during those times too.

Tails: R-Really?

Coco: (Smiles Brightly) Of course! We're best bud aren't we? Friends think about each other anytime they're apart from each other, don'tcha think?

Tails: (Still Blushing) Y-Yeah... Absolutely.... I-I-I mean-

Sonic: What my adorably flustered little brother is trying to say here is that he's happy to spend time with you again in the New Years.

Tails: (Facepalms Himself Bashfully) Please stop talking, Sonic......Like, right now......

Sonic: Hey, I'm only trying to help ya out here, buddy. You invited a girl over here, so it's only natural for a big brother, as myself, to give you some much needed assistance.

Tails: (Glares at Sonic) Shut. Up Already!!

Sonic: Hey, hey, hey! Don't yell at me like that, young man! Do you have any idea who are you.....(Continues Scolding an Already Embarrassed Tails)

Amy: (Giggles Softly While Watching her Two Boys Bickering at Each Other) Tails is so cute when he gets flustered so easily~

Coco: (Giggles as Well) I know, right? I just wanna go over there and give him a hug already.

Amy: Me too.

5:21 p.m. at N. Sanity Island......

Crash: (Curiously Examines Tails by Sniffing Around Him)

Tails: (A Tad Bit Confused and Weirded Out by Crash's Current Actions) Uhh....

Alt. Tawna: (Turns to Coco) So this is the Miles Prower kid you've been telling us about?

Coco: (Stares at Tails and Crash from a Distance) Yep. But a lot people call him Tails instead.

Alt. Tawna: Ah. So I'm guessing the nickname itself comes from those two tails of his, yeah?

Coco: Pretty much. He has them since he was a little kid. Bullies used to make fun of him all the time for having them.

Alt. Tawna: (Eyes Widened a Little in Genuine Surprised) Seriously? I hate them already.

Coco: I know, right!? That's exactly what I said when he first told me! ('Sigh') Still, I'm really glad that's all in the past for him now.

Alt. Tawna: (Smiles Softly) Agreed. Personally, I think him and his two tails are pretty cool.

Coco: (Eyes Widened Herself as She Turns to Alt. Tawna) Wait. So....does that mean you actually like him?

Alt. Tawna: Yeah. Seems like a nice enough kid. (Points at the Duo In front of her and Coco) And I think our Crashy-Boi there is taking a liking to him too.

Crash happily gives Tails a strong, yet friendly handshake, which instantly makes the two tailed fox's body to go up and down, much to his dispense.

Coco: ('Sighs in Relief') That's a relief. I was afraid it was gonna be the other way around....

Alt. Tawna: (Ruffles the top.of Coco's Hair) You worry too much. Honestly, I'm just glad you manage to make yourself someone to hangout with besides us.

Coco: (Smiles Softly While Hugging Alt. Tawna) Thanks for the support, sis.

Alt. Tawna: (Smiles Back at Coco) No problem. It would be nice to get know our future little brother in law some more.

Coco: (Eyes Widened in Confusion) Future Little what now?

Alt. Tawna: Nothing! (Chuckles a bit Awkwardly) I.... didn't say anything at all. Promise.

Coco: (Stares at Alt. Tawna for a Few Seconds Before Looking Back at Tails and Crash) Riiiiight.....

Alt. Tawna: ('Silently Sighs in Relief')

6:24 p.m. Knothole, Bunnie's House.......

Tails: Aunt Sally and Bunnie, I like to introduce to my new friend, Coco Bandicoot.

Coco: (Happily Bows her Head to the Two Ladies) Please to meet-

Sally/Bunnie: (Already in Tears) ('Sniff')

Coco: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) -You?

Tails: Guys? Is... everything okay?

Sally: (Turns to Bunnie) ('Sniff') Are you seeing this right now, Bunnie?

Bunnie: ('Sniff') As I live and breathe, Sal. ('Sniff') Our baby boi finally made himself a new friiiiiieeend!!!!~ (Finally Begins to Burst Out Crying)

Sally: I knoooow!! I'm so happy for hiiiim!!!~ (Burst Our Crying as Well While Hugging Bunnie in the Process)

Tails: (Taken Aback by Both of his Aunts' Sudden Outburst) What has gotten into you two!?

Coco: I'm guessing their really happy to see that I'm friends with you.

Tails: ('Sigh') Maybe. But this getting ridiculous now.....(Makes his Way to his Crying Aunts) Could you guys please try calming down? Is not that big of-DEAAAAL!!! (Immediately Gets Pulled into a Group Hug)

Bunnie: (A bit of Mascara Falling Down her Face as She Cries) It is to us, sugah cube!~

Sally: Yeah! ('Sniff') Do you have any idea how happy it makes that you're making friends? ('Sniff') You're growing up so much.....

Bunnie: Too much....

Bunnie/Sally: OUR BABY BOIIIIIIIII!!!!~ (Continues Crying While Holding Tails in their Arms)

Tails: (Heavily Blushing in Embarrassment) C-Come on, you guys! Knock it off already!! You do know that Coco is in the same room, right!?

Sally/Bunnie: WE DON'T CAREEEEEE!!!~

Coco: (Smiles Sheepishly While Silently Taking Pictures of Tails' and his Two Aunt's on her Phone) Awww~ They really are a precious family.

Later that Night.........

Both Sally and Bunnie has calm themselves down by crying themselves to sleep on the sofa, under a blanket. All while Tails and Coco sat next to each other on the floor watching TV.

Tails: (Pouts at Coco Beside Him) Did you have to take pictures of us on your phone like that, Coco?

Coco: (Smiles Sheepishly at her Best Friend) How could I not? That was one of the most precious moments I've ever witness in my abnormal life. But if you ask me, I think you two aunts are pretty great.

Tails: (Sighs While Smiling a Little) Thanks. I think they're great too. Though, I promise you that they don't always act like this.

Coco: I can believe that. (Smirks Playfully at Tails While Poking his White Cheeks) Then again, who wouldn't act that way whenever they see their "Baby Boi" making friends?~

Tails: Knock it off.

Coco: (Giggles Softly Before Smiling Softly Again) ('Sigh') But in all seriousness though, I'm really glad we agreed to do this. Introducing ourselves to our respective families and all.

Tails: (Smiles Softly Himself) I know. Not gonna lie, I was pretty nervous to meet your big brother and you alternative version of your older sister figure at first.

Coco: Same..... I was afraid of what your big brother and sister and your aunts would think of me too. I am so glad that everyone of them are supportive of our friendship together.

Tails: Agreed. I'm just glad to have a cool girl like you as my friend.

Coco: (Heart Begins to Melt as She Happily Hugs Tails) I love you too, Tails.

Tails: (Hugs Coco Back) I love you too, Coco.

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hysterialevi · 4 years ago

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Eitr | Chapter 6

Fanfic summary: In an alternate universe where the Raven Clan is wiped out, Sigurd ends up being rescued by the son of a Saxon ealdorman, and is tasked with being the boy’s new bodyguard. Upon meeting the boy’s father however, Sigurd soon realizes that the ealdorman is responsible for his clan’s destruction, and secretly plans for revenge while hiding behind the guise of a Norse pagan turned Christian.

Point of view: third-person

Pairing: Sigurd Styrbjornson x Male OC

This story is also on AO3 | Previous chapter | Next chapter

ONE WEEK LATER

FORANGAL CASTLE, THE COURTYARD

Swinging the wooden blade with a firm grip, Sigurd sent Edric stumbling backwards as the other man lost hold of his sword and collapsed to the ground, bringing their fight to a close.

At the moment, they were engaging in a friendly spar in the middle of the courtyard and spending the morning away from their noble duties, hoping to catch a minute of peace.

Things had calmed down somewhat ever since Sigurd first arrived at Forangal, and most of the people seemed to have finally accepted that their new friend wasn’t going anywhere soon, but Edric feared tensions would only rise again with the upcoming visit of one of the local thegns.

Due to the surprising increase of Dane activity in Wedenscire recently, Ealdorman Aegenwulf had called upon one of his old friends -- a man by the name of Raedan -- and summoned him to the castle for an official meeting.

Apparently, Raedan was one of the strongest thegns in the shire -- in addition to being one of the most respected -- and held quite a reputation for battling his fair share of vikings. He resided in a peaceful corner of England’s countryside nowadays with his wife and two children, but his sword was never out of arm’s reach.

The man sounded like a warrior just based on what Edric had told Sigurd so far. He may have been an Anglo-Saxon at heart, but it was clear that he didn’t share the diplomatic methods of his fellow thegns.

He often favored taking the more aggressive approach when it came to confronting vikings, and considering how much this war was taking a turn for the worse, Sigurd only assumed that Aegenwulf had called for his aid out of sheer desperation.

Was there another clan he wished to wipe out? Did he plan to carry out a second assault? Or was there something else brewing beneath the surface, waiting to erupt? He supposed only time would tell.

“Ah...!” Edric panted, worn out from the fight. “You beat me again! I knew Norse warriors were strong, but... my goodness. You fight with the wrath of God Himself...!”

Sigurd smirked, resting a hand on the hilt of his sword. “You do yourself a disservice, Edric. For a man of your age, you are not so gentle either.”

The nobleman chuckled. “You are kind, but it’s evident to me that I must polish some of my skills. The trainers we have here in Forangal -- they’ve taught me nothing of true battle. Most of them treat me like a doll. They fear that I’ll break if they hit me too hard.”

“Then they are also doing you a disservice. Real war will not coddle you. They are only setting you up for defeat.”

Edric nodded in agreement. “I suppose they are, aren’t they? Or perhaps they’re just afraid of what my father will do if they whack me over the head too firmly. I know plenty of them have received an earful from other lords whose sons ran crying to them when they ended up with a black eye. Well, fortunately for me, I have you here now. Maybe you can change things.”

Sigurd reached a hand out. “I think I already have. Unless, of course, your bishop is always this irate.”

The young man sighed deeply, allowing his friend to pull him up. “Hundwerth still hasn’t gotten over it, has he? I swear, you’d think the Devil himself pissed in his ale with how he constantly behaves. I hope he hasn’t given you too much trouble.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Sigurd replied. “I have dealt with many other Saxons like him before. I am no stranger to his type.”

“No, I imagine you aren’t. Still, I wish he’d treat you with more civility. You have yet to give us any reason to distrust you, and frankly, Hundwerth is only making things worse in the castle with his incessant arguing. But, I digress...”

Patting his clothes clean of any dirt, Edric retrieved his fallen sword and neatly placed it back on the rack, eager to have a rest.

“Thank you for training with me today, Sigurd. I know it’s not technically your decision whether or not you get to spend time with me, but I am still grateful for your company. I realize this past week has been difficult for you.”

The viking smiled warmly. “It’s my pleasure. Out of all the people in Forangal, you and your siblings have been the most hospitable. It’s a great relief to have you around.”

Edric beamed at the compliment. “I’m glad to hear it. Though, I fear things will only get more difficult from now on, what with the upcoming arrival of Thegn Raedan.”

Sigurd crossed his arms. “Remind me, when is he coming?”

“If things go according to plan, he and his family should be here by tomorrow morning. They were supposed to be here today, but from what I understand, they were held up by some... ‘complications.’ Details are vague, but it’s pretty clear that Danes were involved.”

“What makes you say that?”

Edric took on a more serious tone. “Keep this between us, but I overheard Raedan’s messenger say that they spotted a group of Danes lurking in the woods north of Agenbury. They didn’t attack anyone, but their presence was enough for Raedan to delay the journey for one night. It doesn’t sound like anything urgent -- yet -- but I’d be lying if I said the news didn’t have me on edge.”

Sigurd paused for a moment. “Agenbury? That’s just outside of Forangal. Is it normal for Danes to be so close?”

“Apart from you? No. Sometimes, we’ll get the occasional straggler wandering about these parts, but it’s rare to see an entire pack of them traveling together like that. And unlike your situation, I didn’t get the impression that these Danes were here by accident. It makes me wonder what they’re really doing here.”

The viking furrowed his brow on thought. “I agree, that does sound odd.”

Edric shrugged in a casual manner. “Well, if we do end up having any trouble with them, perhaps you could try to smooth things over. I realize that not all Danes are bound by camaraderie as some Saxons would believe, but still, it’d be a better chance than one of our people approaching them.”

Sigurd wasn’t so sure. “Hmm. Possibly. Or... it could just make things even worse.”

“How do you mean?”

“Many Danes have a mutual hatred for your people,” Sigurd explained. “They would treat you with the same animosity that Hundwerth has treated me. If they see a Norse such as myself defending you, they might see it as betrayal.”

Edric nodded in understanding. “Ah. I see. I suppose that’s to be expected. Danes have a strong sense of loyalty, do they not?”

The Norse grinned at the understatement. “Oh, yes. We do, indeed. Especially among our clans. There is nothing we wouldn’t do for our own people, and that gives us strength.”

“What about your clan?” Edric asked, bringing the other man to a halt. “I know you said you travel alone nowadays, but... you must’ve had one before, right? What happened to them? Why did you leave?”

Sigurd hesitated for a second, trying not to dwell on the grief that still racked his heart.

“I... didn’t leave.” He clarified, his voice much softer now. “They were killed. All of them. Including my brother. It’s possible that some could have survived, but if they did... I’ve yet to find them. The rest of us have simply... scattered to the winds.”

Edric picked up on the man’s pain, suddenly feeling the urge to console him.

“...I’m sorry.” He said, resting a hand on Sigurd’s arm. “It seems that the cruelties of this war know no boundaries. I only hope that, one day, we may see the sun rise in the morning without having to fear whether or not we’ll see it set.”

The Norseman shared his sentiment. “As do I. Perhaps then we will finally know true peace.”

Trailing off into silence, Sigurd placed his sword down and stared blankly into the distance, mindlessly gravitating towards Edric’s comforting gaze.

He couldn’t quite place it, but there was something... new in the nobleman’s eyes; a subtle glint of fondness. He seemed to be drawn to his viking counterpart and looked at him in a manner similar to the way Randvi once did, and if Sigurd didn’t know any better, he would’ve said that Edric was... infatuated with him.

But... no. He had to be mistaken. Sigurd knew how much stricter the Saxons were when it came to men fancying other men, and even though Edric had butted heads with Hundwerth in the past, it was still quite clear that he lived his life according to God’s word. There was no way he would’ve allowed himself to develop such feelings.

Though, despite his reluctance to admit it, Sigurd couldn’t hide the fact that a part of him shared Edric’s affection. The nobleman was rather handsome in the viking’s opinion, and with every day he spent accompanying the young lord around the castle, he found it harder to deny how he truly felt.

But even then, Sigurd was aware that he had to control his thoughts. He was nothing more than a servant to Aegenwulf and his family, and it was not his place to engage in such a relationship with one of his masters. He had just started to gain the ealdorman’s trust after days of keeping his head down, and he did not wish to besmirch himself now.

“I, um...” Sigurd said awkwardly, clearing his throat, “I think we should... return to our duties.”

Edric snapped back to reality and swiftly pulled his hand away, suddenly wondering if he had overstepped his boundaries.

“Oh, right...!” He blurted out sheepishly. “Of course. Forgive me.”

The young man turned away from Sigurd, knotting his hands together in embarrassment.

“Erm, p-perhaps we could retire to the kitchen for now? I hear that Nelda’s in the process of making a fresh batch of soul cakes. You should try one. I think you’d like them. They’re quite good at this--”

“--Lone Wolf!”

Bringing their conversation to a halt, both Sigurd and Edric turned to the side when a third voice abruptly barged into the scene, shattering the calm nature of the courtyard with their gruff bellowing.

“...Algar.” Sigurd said lowly, glaring at their guest. “What do you want?”

The housecarl dismissed the viking’s question and approached Edric, throwing a nonchalant smirk at him.

“You ought to teach your new pet some manners, my lord. He doesn’t learn his place soon enough, he’s bound to get hurt.”

Edric crossed his arms, instantly switching to a more assertive temperament. “Sigurd is not some dog to be led around on a leash, Algar. He is a man, just like you and me. And I expect him to be treated as such. Now, I believe he asked you a question.”

Algar chuckled at the young man’s defiance and brought his attention back to Sigurd, pointing a finger at him.

“You. Come with me. The ealdorman wants to see you.”

“What for?”

Algar shrugged. “Does it matter? Just come along.”

Sigurd didn’t budge just yet. “Forgive me if I’m somewhat hesitant. I only want to make sure I’m not walking into a potential execution like the last time you dragged me around the castle.”

Edric joined in. “I would also like to know the reason. Is everything alright with my father?”

The housecarl sighed, resting a foot on a nearby stump as he spoke. “There’s no need to worry your pretty little face, young lord. Ealdorman Aegenwulf merely has concerns about the Dane activity in Wedenscire, and wants to know if your bodyguard here is connected to it.”

The nobleman glanced at Sigurd. “...Are you suggesting he’s betrayed us?”

Algar shook his head. “In order for one to be a traitor, one must first be a friend. I don’t think Sigurd can exactly call himself that yet. Do you?”

Sigurd stepped between Algar and Edric, tired of the housecarl’s games.

“Enough running around in circles. If you have questions to ask of me, ask. I have nothing to hide.”

The other man smiled darkly. “...You sure about that, Lone Wolf? I suppose we’ll see soon enough, won’t we? Well then, right this way.”

Removing his foot from the stump, Algar promptly turned on his heel and began making his way out of the courtyard, beckoning Sigurd to follow him with a simple wave. Before the viking could leave however, Edric quickly grabbed the man’s arm and held him back for a moment, whispering a few words of caution in his ear.

“...Be careful, Sigurd. I don’t like where this is going.”

The older man nodded. “Have no fear, my lord. I won’t let my guard down.”

“Good. Don’t. I’d like for you to return to me in one piece.”

“I’ll be alright, Edric. Do not worry about me.”

A light laugh escaped the Saxon’s lips. “A task much easier said than done, I’m afraid. But I suppose it’s out of my hands now. If my father has summoned you, it’s best not to keep him waiting. Go on. I’ll see you afterwards.”

Deciding to let it go for now, Edric released his friend -- albeit somewhat reluctantly -- and allowed the Norse to follow in Algar’s footsteps, leaving him alone in the courtyard.

He didn’t know if the housecarl’s intentions were sincere, or if there was some sort of ulterior motive lurking in the background, but regardless of whatever the case was, Edric had to admit that he felt uncomfortable leaving Sigurd alone with him.

The man was a snake. Everyone knew it. Despite his gargantuan size, Algar often clung to the shadows like a thief and slithered his way around words, twisting people’s minds as if they were nothing more than toys for him to play with. He molded people with their own fear, and broke them to the point of no return.

He was technically bound to Aegenwulf’s command, but Edric had no doubts he would harm Sigurd if he felt it necessary. Algar seemed to operate based on his own code, and that put the nobleman on edge.

Letting out a sigh, Edric returned to his duties and pushed his thoughts away for the moment, deciding to carry on with his morning. Even though he was concerned about Sigurd’s well-being, he knew it was no longer within his control to determined what happened to him. That man’s fate was in Aegenwulf’s hands now, and Edric would just have to hope for the best.

~~~~~~~~~~

A WHILE LATER

ALGAR’S CHAMBERS

Stepping into the dimly-lit room, Sigurd felt a sense of alarm settling into his chest as he followed Algar into his quarters, flicking his eyes around in nervousness.

Contrary to what he expected, Aegenwulf was nowhere to be seen. There were no signs that the ealdorman had been there recently, and just based on the housecarl’s laid-back demeanor, Sigurd assumed he wouldn’t be showing up anytime soon.

He glanced around the room and placed his hands on his hips, shrugging at Algar.

“Where’s the ealdorman?” Sigurd asked in an accusatory tone. “I thought you said he wanted to see me.”

The other man scoffed, shutting the door behind them. “Aegenwulf is irrelevant to this conversation. This... is between you and me.”

“...So you lied.”

Algar strode over to his end table and grabbed the pitcher that sat on its surface, pouring himself a glass of wine.

“I did only what was necessary. I knew Edric would never free you into my grasp if he was aware we’d be alone.”

The Saxon turned to face Sigurd, taking a sip from his goblet. “It seems the young lord has grown fond of you. I have to admit, that’s an outcome even I wasn’t expecting.”

Sigurd leaned against a wall, crossing his arms. “You didn’t expect me to survive Ravensthorpe either.”

Algar grinned. “True enough. I suppose you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

The viking grew impatient. “What is this about, Algar? Why have you brought me here?”

The housecarl remained silent for a moment and simply drank more of his wine, allowing his thoughts to realign themselves before firmly setting the cup back down on the table.

“...Who did you tell?” He finally asked, leaving Sigurd in a state of confusion.

“What? Who did I tell about what?”

Algar shot him a fierce glare. “Oh, spare me the act. You know exactly what I’m talking about. You told someone about the attack on Ravensthorpe, didn’t you? Well, who was it? Who was your contact? Where are they now?”

Sigurd shook his head in frustration. “You’re spewing nonsense, Saxon. No one in Forangal besides you and Aegenwulf knows about Ravensthorpe. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The housecarl prowled towards the Norseman. “Is that so? Then explain to me why there’s a group of Danes in Wedenscire at this very moment investigating the ambush. I assume you heard about Thegn Raedan’s delay? Well, he postponed his journey because of these Danes. And coincidentally, they happen to be near Agenbury. The same town you first visited.”

“How am I supposed to know? Not all Danes have a connection with each other.”

“No, but as I said before, they are specifically investigating the ambush in Ravensthorpe. And on top of that, my scouts also report that they originate from East Anglia -- one of the kingdoms allied with your clan. You expect me to believe that this has nothing to do with you?”

Sigurd sighed, already growing weary of the man’s obstinacy.

“How would I even get the word out? I’m trapped in a castle full of Saxons who would see me dead if they knew my true identity. What, you think I just strolled up to someone and asked for their aid? Don’t be foolish.”

Algar formed his own conclusion. “Well, if you didn’t tell anyone, then that means someone outside of Wedenscire knows about the attack.”

Sigurd’s brow furrowed in resentment. “Perhaps you weren’t as thorough as you thought. There could be other survivors.”

The housecarl narrowed his eyes. “And I suppose you expect me to believe that these ‘survivors’ have yet to try to reach you?”

“What I have to say means nothing. You’ve clearly made up your mind.”

Algar let out a breath, deciding to drop the subject for now. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to get any information out of Sigurd with this method, and unlike other prisoners, he didn’t have the option of dragging him to the torture chambers. He’d have to think of another approach.

“Fine,” he said plainly. “Keep your secrets, Norse. I will learn the truth eventually, whether you like it or not. In the meantime, see to it that you stick to your duties. If you give me even the smallest reason to suspect betrayal, I will not hesitate to strike you down.”

The Saxon walked over to the door and yanked it open, gesturing for Sigurd to leave.

“Now, get out of here. I have much that I must attend to.”

Pushing himself off the wall, Sigurd gladly removed himself from Algar’s chambers and headed for the exit, eager to take his leave.

Just before he could step through the entrance though, a sudden thought crossed his mind and stopped him in his tracks, causing him to glance over his shoulder as he asked one last thing.

“Before I go,” he said despondently, lingering in the doorway, “I need to know -- what exactly did you do to Eivor? How... how did my brother die?”

Algar’s signature smirk returned upon hearing the question and he leaned against the frame, causing the wood to creak.

“Still hurting, are we? You need to let him go, love. He’s not coming back.”

The viking glowered at him. “You think I don’t know that? I know he’s dead. I know my home is gone. But I need to know what happened to him. I need to know whether he died a warrior’s death.”

The Saxon tilted his head in a taunting fashion. “...Your brother died gracefully, Sigurd. He died in a bed of flowers surrounded by his family, and asked me to tell you that he always loved you. We shipped him off on a boat of fire, and soon after, the Valkyries brought him to Valhalla. Now, he feasts and drinks in your name at Odin’s side, waiting for you to join him as he prepares for the Twilight of the Gods. A true warrior’s paradise.”

Sigurd clenched his jaw in hatred, having to restrain himself from attacking Algar right then and there. He knew the man was only trying to rile him up, but the pain of Eivor’s loss remained deep in his heart, and he couldn’t help but feel a certain rage boiling inside him.

“...Your time will come, Algar,” Sigurd practically growled, his voice barely above a whisper. “And when it does, I’ll be there, standing over you and smiling down at your mutilated corpse as the light flickers from your eyes.”

Algar was hardly fazed by the threat. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Lone Wolf. Run along, now. I’m sure Lord Edric is eager to see you.”

Calming himself down, Sigurd simply turned away from the housecarl without saying another word and stormed off into the distance, not even bothering to acknowledge the prying eyes of the Saxons who stood outside.

He knew it was unwise to let his anger run free in such a manner, but in spite of all his attempts to stifle it, Sigurd’s wrath only seemed to burn brighter with each passing day. There was a feeling of hopelessness that he just couldn’t shake off, and with Algar constantly fanning the flames of his grief, part of him feared that he would no longer be able to contain it.

He was only human, after all, and he had his limits just like everyone else. But for the sake of not jeopardizing his relationship with Aegenwulf and his family, Sigurd forced himself to hold it back.

He was already short on friends in this godforsaken castle, and considering the fact that yet another thegn was soon to be in their midst, Sigurd knew it would be foolish to betray the ealdorman’s trust at such an early time.

The Nornir put him on this path for a reason, and regardless of any struggles he may have had to endure along the way, Sigurd decided to put his faith in their judgement for now.

They were the only ones guiding his hand in this obscure land, and he did not wish to defy their plans.

~~~~~~~~~~

THAT EVENING

IN THE WOODS OUTSIDE FORANGAL

“Gjuki!” Broder called out, walking over to the man as he observed the distant castle. “The disguises are ready.”

Gjuki kept his eyes on the walls of Forangal and studied the guards’ routines, meticulously searching for an opening.

“And what of the Saxon thegn?” He questioned. “Any updates on his whereabouts?”

“He hasn’t reached Forangal yet,” Broder answered. “Our scouts say he plans to arrive tomorrow morning at the main gates. Everyone will be there to welcome him, including the ealdorman.”

Gjuki seemed pleased with the news. “Good. Then everything should go smoothly.”

“The plan is still the same?”

The bard looked away from the castle, slowly making his way back to their camp. “Yes. At dawn, we’ll catch up with Raedan’s personal guard and sneak into their ranks. From there, we’ll follow him all the way to Forangal and infiltrate the castle’s walls.”

Broder shrugged. “And then?”

“...Then, we keep an eye out for Eivor’s brother.”

The other man remained skeptical. “You really think Sigurd is still alive? You heard what Eivor said. The man was shot twice before he fell into the river. Chances are he drowned, or died before he even hit the water.”

Gjuki wasn’t convinced. “Do not be so quick to dismiss the unlikely, Broder. It happens more often than you think. Even though I am not yet certain if the fisherman in Agenbury was speaking of the same man, I do believe it is possible at the very least. The Dane he rescued from the river matches Eivor’s description perfectly, and the timing of his arrival is somewhat suspicious.”

Broder decided to humor him. “Fine. Let’s say we do find Sigurd. What then? How are we supposed to get him back home?”

Gjuki sighed, chewing his lip in thought. “I’m afraid I do not yet have an answer for that. If Sigurd is in Forangal, it’s most-likely that he’s under heavy guard. Possibly in the dungeons. If we find him, we’ll report it to Eivor first. I think we’ve left him in the dark for long enough, don’t you?”

“Whatever you think is right, Gjuki.”

The bard smiled. “Good. Then we should focus on getting some rest. Tomorrow will be a busy day, and if everything goes according to plan, we’ll be surrounded by Saxon forces soon enough. I don’t want any of you letting your guard down.”

Broder gave him a firm nod. “Understood.”

“Come, my friend,” Gjuki beckoned, guiding the other man with a hand on the shoulder. “The day is young, and our bellies are still empty. Let us drink to our good fortune, and pray that the gods favor us in the times to come. Odin knows we’ll need it.”

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Well, I asked on my Twitter and here if y’all wanted to see a special edition 5FF for the Long Weekend since we’re all stuck inside (and some of you stuck with family I’m sure you’d like to avoid or are just tired of seeing), and it was a unanimous YES, because who doesn’t love to curl up all weekend with a good book or fanfic??

So here we are: Fifty fics either pulled out of my ass, recently read, recently bookmarked, or recently Marked for Later! Each section has a count so you know how many are in that section (and it’s for myself when I go to double check the count, LOL). I hope you guys enjoy these!! <3 Love you all, and happy reading :)

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Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Sex Shop Quartet Series by testosterone_tea (E, 28,180+ w. across 3 works || Series WiP || First Kiss/Time, POV John, Sex Toys, Sex Talk, Anal Play, Anal Beads, Anal Fingering, Awkward Sexual Situations, Rimming, Inexperienced Sherlock, Oral Sex, Developing Relationship, Love Confessions, PWP, Bondage, Handcuffs, Praise Kink, BDSM, Kink Negotiation, Edgeplay, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Ice / Wax Play, Blindfolds, Emotional Love Making, Teabagging, Riding Crops, Impact Play, Intercrural Sex, Roleplay, Spanking, Collars) – Sherlock goes undercover at a sex shop but finds he has no idea what any of the toys are for. Cue John Watson, awkward sexual conversations and some unfortunate incidents involving too much plug and not enough lube. But all's well that ends well and Sherlock gets the best happy ending of all.

Roll Away Your Stone by foxxcub (E, 39,463 w., 1 Ch. || Downey Holmes || Boarding School AU) – Seventeen-year-old John Watson is set to finish his final year of school with a flourish, until the headmaster assigns John as a "tutor" to an arrogant, yet brilliant new student named Sherlock Holmes. Holmes is not about to be put in his place by this popular rugby football player with the too-blue eyes, and John isn't going to let this impulsive fifteen-year-old get away with anything. Neither expects to become friends, but a series of unexpected events and a possible murder mystery bring them closer together than either of them thought possible.

I Believe in Sherlock Holmes by Ranowa (T, 63,038 w., 10 Ch. || S3 Fix It, Hurt Sherlock, Implied/Referenced Torture, Homeless Network, Alcohol Abuse, No Mary, Bit-Not-Good/Angry John, Protective Mycroft, Angst with Happy Ending, Non-Linear Narrative, Major Character Injury, Recovery, Forgiveness, Sherlock’s a Mess) – John's been angry at Sherlock since the day he turned up wearing a fake mustache and a tuxedo. He's still angry, even as he moves back into 221B, and he never hesitates to let Sherlock know it.One day, Sherlock stops saying sorry, and walks out instead.One day, Sherlock wakes up handcuffed in the boot of a car, and John doesn't know, because John's been angry at him for so long he's forgotten that he's not the only one that's hurting.

I'm coming home, John. -SH Series by Ranowa (M, 67,247 w. across 3 works || Post-TRF, Angry John, Idiots in Love, No Mary, Drug Use/Substance Abuse, Emotional Rollercoaster, Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, PTSD Sherlock, Recovery, Sherlock’s Violin, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Asexual Sherlock) – In the two years after Sherlock throws himself off the roof of St. Bart's, crunches into the pavement below, and dies in John's arms, John starts texting.He doesn't know that his text messages are being read.

Roommates are for little people by alexxphoenix42 (E, 69,042 w., 14 Ch. || Teen/Unilock || Forced to Share a Bed, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Fake Relationship, Sherlock is a Prick, Drinking, Inadvertent Drug Use, Family Wedding, Footballer John / Ballet Dancer Sherlock, Frottage, Slow Burn, Mild Dub Con, Cuddling While Sleeping, Slight Homophobia, Posh Boy, Dirty Dancing, Endearments, Nosy FAmily, Bathing Together, Mild Angst, UST/RST, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff) – John was looking forward to seeing his friends back at uni, but a new year brings new complications, not the least of which is a dorm room with only one bed, and a stroppy roommate with an utterly spectacular arse. God, John doesn't need the headache.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Scheherezade by sgam76 (G, 197,576 w., 45 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF/Pre-TSo3, PTSD Sherlock, Implied/Referenced Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Humour, Protective John, Papa Lestrade, Big Brother Mycroft, BAMF John, BAMF Sherlock, Aftermath of Serbia, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Memories, Drunk Sherlock, Canon Compliant, Suicidal Thoughts / Attempt) – Sherlock is home, he and John are returning to cases, and all's right with the world--right? But a series of minor mishaps and injuries makes two things very clear to his friends and family: first, Sherlock's time away wasn't the grand adventure everyone has assumed it was; and second, that time has left Sherlock with a legacy that's bleeding into his life today. Sherlock is Not Okay, and it's not going away. Part 1 of the Scheherezade 'verse series

POSTED THIS YEAR [WiP’s & Full] (19)

A Bowl of Comfort (Store-Bought is Fine) by tepidspongebath (T, 763 w., 1 Ch. || Food, Comfort, Domesticity, Fluff) – “When did you last eat?” “What day is it?” “Oh, for god’s sake - you can’t keep skipping meals like this, Sherlock.” “It’s Lent.” “And since when do you care about Lent?” “Since you get chocolate eggs at Easter.” (to read)

End of the Curve by doctor_not_your_girlfriend (T, 833 w., 1 Ch. || COVID-19, One Shot, Medical Realism, Major Illness, Recovery, Optimism, Disability, Needles) – July, 2021. Mycroft has a special delivery for Sherlock. Inspired by Proving A Point by elldotsee, J_Baillier. (to read)

Love Is A Smoke by J_Baillier (T, 3,617 w., 4 Ch. || Heavy Angst, Pining, Romance, MCD) – It's spring in 2036. John and Sherlock are no longer together. Sherlock attempts to cope — or doesn't. (to read)

A Study in Beard by Loveismyrevolution (T, 3,810 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff and Humour, Experiments, Beards, Idiots in Love, Quarantine) – Sherlock has to face the consequences of using up all of their shaving foam. Which turns out to be more fun than expected. Boys being boys, nothing can go without a challenge. Although, being isolated presents a problem. How will they determine the winner? Part 2 of the Hairy Situations at 221B series (to read)

Isolated by CarmillaCarmine (G, 3,926, 3/4 Ch. || WiP || Quarantine From Virus, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Bi-Panic, Cuddling & Snuggling, Coming Out, Bathing/Washing, Bubble Bath, Kissing) – Due to an ongoing pandemic, John and Sherlock find themselves isolated at 221B. (to read)

Sherlock's Solution by PipMer (T, 4,125 w., 1 Ch, || Fluff, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Isolation/Quarantine, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss) – Sherlock and John are stuck in quarantine. Against all expectations, John is the one who goes stir-crazy first. Sherlock has a unique solution to the problem. (to read)

The Unexpected Threat by J_Baillier (T, 4,283 w., 1 Ch. || Military AU / Pacific Rim Fusion || Established Relationship, Medical Conditions, Coronaviruses, Doctor John, Bratty Sherlock, Romance, Science Fiction, Futuristic Medicine, Ghost Drifting AKA Telepathy, Medical Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Healing) – The kaiju are not the only threat to the security and well-being of the staff of PPDC's Chard's Rift base. It's the year 2050, and a coronavirus epidemic sweeping the planet has reached The Azores. Part 4 of the At The Edge of Our Hope (to read)

Quarantine by wendymarlowe (T, 6,444+ w., 20/? Ch. || WiP || COVID-19, Forced Isolation / Quarantine, John’s Blog, Humour) – John and Sherlock are stuck at 221B together due to coronavirus concerns. Sherlock slowly drives John barmy. (to read)

Stranded by BeautifulFiction (T, 5,798 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Communication / Relationship Discussion, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, BAMF John, Doctor John, Case Fic, Drinking, Huddling For Warmth, Friends to More) – When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

Attentions, Experiments, Oddnesses by hubblegleeflower (E, 6,383 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Experiments, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Kissing, First Time) – John is behaving oddly, and Sherlock hopes it means what he thinks it means, but he has several theories and could well be missing some of the facts. (to read)

Casualty by Silvergirl (E, 12,051 w., 4 Ch. || Canon Compliant Until T6T, Mary’s Dead, Trauma/Comfort, John’s a Good Friend, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss/Time, Sherlock Learns Teamwork, Parentlock) – Sherlock renders assistance at a hit-and-run and is left deeply shocked. When the accident turns into a case, John moves back in to 221b to help—and finds that Sherlock has way oversold his image as an emotionless thinking machine. (to read)

The Night Riviera from Paddington to Penzance and Back Again by Iwantthatcoat (M, 12,918 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Hurt/Comfort Emotional Hurt/Comfort, BAMF John, Devil's Foot Adaptation, Hallucinations, Oral Sex) – Mrs Hudson has decided her boys need a little vacation together (after the events of S4) away from London and has booked them an inordinately (per Sherlock) long train ride from Paddington Station to Penzance. (to read)

A Gossamer Dream by CarmillaCarmine (E, 15,985 w., 4 Ch. || Writer/Teacher AU || First Meetings, Friends to Lovers, Writer John / Teacher Sherlock, Fluff, London, Holding Hands, Online Friendship / Romance, Phone Sex, Anal Sex, Happy Ending) – Sherlock had never realised one could care so much about someone they'd never met in person. Now he is about to meet the friend with whom he's been chatting online for months and his anticipation is reaching a crescendo. (to read)

Contrition by sussexbound (E, 18,556+ w., 5/? Ch. || WiP || Post-S4/TFP Didn’t Happen, Rosie Doesn’t Exist, T6T/TLD is Canon, Year After TLD, Light BDSM, Soft Dom Sherlock / Sub John, Punishment, Light Bondage, Light Masochism / No Sadism, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Tenderness, Aftercare, Forgiveness, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Frottage, Communication, Sexual Negotiation, Sexual Tension, Spanking, Head Injury, Anal Sex) – “You’ve been tense ever since we got back, itching for a fight, all your usual tells, but why…?” The truth strikes like lightning. “Oh… Oh! You’re not angry at me. Not this time. Well—maybe a little. But mostly, mostly you’re angry at yourself. Why? For falling behind? For not being there in time. For not taking Wilkes down fast enough?” Sherlock waves a dismissive hand. “It doesn’t really matter.” He lifts a finger to his swollen cheek and cut eyebrow. “You blame yourself for this. And you offered to fix it. But I wouldn’t let you, and… But that’s not what you really want, anyway, is it?” John looks stunned, a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming lorry, frozen, waiting for the lethal strike. “You don’t want me to let you help. At least not right away. No. What you want, what you really want is—punishment.” (to read)

Feeling Seen by jadztone (E, 30,177 w., 9 Ch. || Ballet!Sherlock / Rugby!John, Demisexuality, Virgin John, Experienced Sherlock, Toplock, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Background Molly/Irene & Greg/Sally) – Rugby player John is starting over at a new university, with the help of friends Molly and Bill. Few people know that John is demisexual, but ballet dancer Sherlock Holmes deduces right away that he has no interest in sex unless he’s fallen in love. John finds this strange genius intriguing and would like to get to know him, but Sherlock has a self-cultivated reputation for only wanting casual sex. John has reason to believe that’s not really true, but he’s not sure he wants to risk his twice-fractured heart to find out. (to read)

Sanguineous Serendipity by CarmillaCarmine (E, 34,783 w., 14 Ch. || Vampire AU || Alternate First Meeting, Turning a Character, Vampire Sherlock, Captain John, POV John, Feeding, Blood Drinking, Crossdressing Sherlock, Genderfluid Character, Sherlock in Heels, Transphobic Behaviour, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Soulmates, Romance, Happy Ending) – Vampire Sherlock meets a dying John in a field hospital in Afghanistan and gives him a whole new life. (to read)

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Next Right: Welcome to Westbound Rest Area 818 by elwinglyre (E, 59,874+ w., 13/15 Ch. || WiP || American Unilock AU || Bunk Beds, Anonymous Sex, Homophobia, Closeted John, Roommates, Angst with Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, Music, Rape/Non-Con, Hurt John, BAMF John) – Sherlock Holmes dreams of escape from his smothering family and space to breathe. Studying chemistry at the University of Michigan, he's almost far enough away to fill his lungs. Almost. While John Watson dreams of being a doctor, he also dreams of being with another man. John knows that with hard work and study, he can make the first a reality, but he's certain the second can never be. Until a secret encounter in the dark at Rest Area 818 changes everything. When Sherlock meets his new roommate, John Watson, he sees a man in the closet. Sherlock hides from no one. Except from his own family, a detective inspector who wants his evidence returned, and his secret encounter at Rest Area 818. Thank you to recently folded who lovingly beta’d chapters 1-5 and helped with an important plot point that deeply enriches this story. Also thank you to hotshoeagain for beta'ing the rest of the story.Setting late 1970s, Michigan, USA. POV third person alternates between John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. (to read)

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

ANYTHING GOES – JOHNLOCK (5)

Talk by illwick (E, 6,364 w., 1 Ch. || Dirty Talk, John’s Giant Junk, PWP, Light BDSM, Size Kink, Oral / Anal, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Established Rel.) – Sherlock was never much for dirty talk... until an unexpected visit yields unexpected results. Part 20 of Unwind

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

Pater Noster by SilentAuror (E, 34,256 w., 2 Ch. || Case Fic, HLV/S3 Fix It Fic, Family Trauma, Sherlock POV, Villain Mary) – During the autumn that John is staying at Baker Street again after Sherlock was shot, he ruminates over the similarity between Sherlock's shot and the one that killed his father when he was fifteen. Cold case meets series 3 fix-it. Part I takes place entirely within His Last Vow, Part II takes place starting at the end of HLV and continues after.

The Homecoming Series by sussexbound (M, 51,744 w. across 12 stories, WIP || Domestics, PTSD, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling, Jealousy, Family Issues) – Sometimes home is all you need. After three years of horror, betrayals, and crushing loss, John and Sherlock find their way back home to one another, and together find new footing in a world that has changed forever.

The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w., 15 Ch. || Case Fic, Bromance) – As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

ANYTHING GOES – INEFFABLE HUSBANDS (5)

All Roads Lead To You by TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel (T, 2,549 w., 2 Ch.|| Pining Crowley, Oblivious Aziraphale, Love Confessions, Feelings, Resolved Romantic Tension, Rescuing, Happy Ending, Snake Crowley, Magic Bracelets, POV Aziraphale) – It had taken Aziraphale quite some time to find the presence he had been looking for, but here he was, in the Reptile House of the London Zoo. As an angel, Aziraphale shouldn’t have been finding amusement in the discomfort of another, but he couldn’t help but do so as he was glared at by a very familiar snake. “Oh my dear,” Aziraphale murmured, “how ever did you end up in this situation?”

The slowest moving object in the universe by chamyl (G, 4,996 w., 1 Ch. || God POV, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Beach Day, Games, Light Humour, Tenderness, Embarassed Crowley, Soft Idiots, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – Crowley and Aziraphale have had feelings for each other for a very long time. It takes a date at the lake and a round of 36 Questions That Lead To Love to give them the final push.

Wings and How to Hide Them by triedunture (M, 10,134 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, First Time, Love Confessions, Body Swap, Wing Kink, Idiots In Love) – Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends? Or: Aziraphale definitely fucks and isn't that just perfect?

Souls In Creation by Dragonfruit112 (NR [M], 23,110 w., 6 Ch. || Aziraphale was Raphael, Hurt/Comfort, Angst With Happy Ending, True Angel Forms, Memory Loss/Amnesia, Seraph!Aziraphale, Cherub!Crowley, Moments of Time, Pining Aziraphale, Deaths, Disasters Through History, Whump, Taking Care of Each Other, Friendship, Mates to Friends to Mates, Bed Sharing, Sick Crowley, Healing Powers, BAMF Aziraphale) – They knew each other before the Fall. They loved each other before the Fall. They were creation's first soul mates. But the Fall changed everything, and now Aziraphale is forced to live in a world where only he remembers their shared past. Burdened by pain and grief, he hides himself under the guise of a clumsy Principality until he can make his love remember once more. Only, he doesn't know how long that'll take.

Any Way You Want It by LieutenantLiv (M, 27,585 w., 5 Ch. || Holidays, Slow Burn, Fluff, First Time, Eventual Smut, Swimming, Dreams of Dancing, Kissing in the Rain, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Crying Love Confessions, Soft Crowley, Clingy Crowley, Virgin Aziraphale, Romance) – Saving the world is exhausting work. With Heaven and Hell off their backs, it seems as good a time as any for Crowley and Aziraphale to take a proper break. Neither one of them predicts the direction their holiday takes.Who'd have thought that sharing a cottage in Scotland would be quite so romantic?

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Labor of Love Chapter 6 (END): A Critical Role Fanfic

And so we come to the end! This chapter is a bit shorter, most due to being a wrap up chapter and a proper ending. And we're getting Critical Role tomorrow!!!!! It's an exciting time for everyone really. I would just like to say, thank you to every single person who reviewed and supported this fic. Just know that I love you all, and hope that your next bite of dessert is as sweet as how you've all been to me and I'm happy to have been a source of something light and cute in a strange time. <3

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It was the morning of the ceremony, and Essek was stressed. Of course there wasn’t much in the world that was more stressful then having an event with Leylas Kryn herself. She demanded as close to perfection that every person could understandably achieve and then some, that was just her style. Essek respected that of course, she was still the most powerful woman in Xhorhas for that very reason. But it didn’t make any of this very enjoyable. In fact, Essek was counting down the minutes until it would be socially acceptable to throw back at least two shots of something hard that burned all the way to his belly.

And also when he might steal a kiss from a certain Zemnian wizard, but that was neither here nor there.

“Who do I need to kill?” Nedna demanded hotly as she grabbed at her phone and tapped at her screen impatiently as if that would make whatever message she was hoping to come through come faster. “The flowers were supposed to be delivered a half-an-hour ago for the wedding party.”

“Oh please,” Essek scoffed as he tapped on the screen of his tome-pad and showed her the delivery app from his account. On the screen it showed the location of the delivery just one street over from the venue itself, before he minimized it. “As if you have the stomach for murder. Leave that up to the professionals.”

Nedna scoffed but seemed content to pout and not whine. Essek was thankful, because he hated when people whined at him. It was part of the reason why he was so good at solving problems. Essek sighed as his shoe tapped a rhythm, the only one that he could think of at the moment was Sweet Caroline, which made Essek think of Caleb and the Mighty Nein and he knew he couldn’t have been thinking about them but-

“What are you nervous about?” Nedna asked breaking his concentration and causing him to lose the beat.

“What do you mean?” Essek asked, incredulously.

“You’re fidgeting,” Nedna pointed out. “You don’t fidget. You don’t get nervous.”

“Contrary to popular belief, I do have emotions,” Essek said with a roll of his eyes as he checked his phone for what must have been the thousandth time that day, discreetly he hoped. “In fact, I’m waiting to hear from my date.”

“Your date?” Nedna asked, eyebrows raised and jaw slack with surprise.

“Am I not allowed to have one?” Essek inquired haughtily, turning up his nose at her like the blue-blood he was.

“You didn’t add anyone to the list,” Nedna said, now sitting up at attention. Essek could see her calculating it out in her head and coming up with the wrong answers, so he figured it would be prudent to nip this in the bud before she could go blather on to the Kryns...or Luxon forbid his mother.

“I don’t need to add someone to the list if they are already on the list, correct?” Essek scoffed impatiently. “Or did I need to put an asterisk and highlight it in red to signify the importance to my love life?”

“Do you always have to be patronizing?”

“When people ask me stupid questions? Yes, I do.”

“Luxon help whoever is in a relationship with you,” Nedna said with a snort.

“Well, it certainly helps that I actually enjoy their company and they enjoy mine. That’s the way functional relationships work, you ought to try it sometime,” Essek said as finally he got a message from Jester. It read, after a disgusting amount of emojis, that they had finished the cake and were in the process of getting it ready for transport. It would be at the reception on time. Essek could help the sigh of relief that escaped from the gridlock of his teeth.

“Ha ha, funny,” Nedna said irritated, bringing him unceremoniously back to reality. Essek was about to open his mouth and tell Nedna where she could put her attitude and her cheap looking pumps that she probably wasted a fortune on, when the door opened. Waccoh looked in and gave them both a pinched look of annoyance.

“It’s time,” a junior assistant said, “Leylas said she needs you two.”

Essek immediately stood up and dawned his coat once again. In the mirror he quickly checked his tie and was out the door with Nedna on his heels. They got to the room where Leylas was sitting with her bridal party. She was dressed in her wedding finery. The bodice of the extravagant gown was designed to catch the light and glitter as if plated by the stars themselves before draping into beautiful gauzy layers that shimmered as she stood. She wore a beautiful crown encrusted with crystals and designed in geometric shapes that were reminiscent of shards of glass or frosted ice, as her designer fixed the veil.

“Quana asked for it,” Leylas said, looking a bit thoughtful as her fingers slid along the material of the veil. “I told her that I was much too old for it...but I suppose she was feeling nostalgic.”

“You look beautiful,” Essek said simply, finding enough breath in his lungs to give her a coherent answer. Leylas was beautiful the way nature was beautiful, totally overwhelming in its majesty and power. Even someone like him could only hope to appreciate it.

“Thank you,” Leylas said. “Tell me, is everything on time?”

“The guests are being directed to their proper seats in the cathedral as we speak,” Nedna said, opening up her tome-pad and showing Leylas the livestream of the event. “I was told Quana’s party arrived and are now waiting in the upper floors for the signals. I finally got confirmation that the flowers have arrived and Quana’s party has received them. They will be given to you all before your appearance.”

“Perfect, and the reception preparations?”

“All a go, the cake will be delivered, the band is already there and is doing warm ups, and the corrections to the decorations you wished for have been taken care of,” Essek reported.

“Good, then there is no need to delay,” she said looking to the bridal party gathered in the room. Her makeup artist and designer joined Essek and Nedna as her bridal party exited the room following Leylas like she was the sun and the rest of them were the planets in her orbit.

“I can’t believe you always work with her,” her designer said, looking slightly faint. Essek realized he was looking at him and Nedna as he made that statement. He was a well dressed half-orc, an up and coming designer who had won Leylas’ attention with his design proposal. Essek could understand why this was intimidating for him, after all, his life was probably going to change after today. He was going to become a household name in Xhorhas. “She’s so intimidating.”

“She has high standards,” Essek said with a shrug. “There is no problem unless you meet them. In that way, she is a very fair boss.”

“Essek’s the only person in the history of the entire world who has never let down the Kryns,” the makeup artist said with a shrug. “And I can say that because I’ve been doing Leylas’ makeup for the past five years and I know that for a fact.”

“It’s because I also have extremely high standards for myself,” Essek said, motioning them to follow. “I’m very rarely satisfied with things as they are. That’s what it takes to work for the Kryns.”

“And also the lack of a social life,” Nedna said.

“I have more of a social life then you thought I did even an hour ago. That’s another thing, never be too boring. Leylas likes people that surprise her...in the good subtle way. She doesn’t like real surprises, she’s very particular about that,” Essek said as they waited for the Kryn party to get into their limousine. Their own car was pulling up after, and Essek opened the door and allowed the others to get in first. “Has anyone heard from Waccoh about the broadcast by the way? Is that working according to plan? It won’t glitch out or anything right?”

“As far as we can tell,” Nedna said.

“Good, then there’s nothing to do but stay the course,” Essek said, catching a glimpse of his cellphone.

Good luck with everything today, I’m thinking about you.

Essek smiled, even just imagining Caleb’s voice could do that to him. That was a simply marvelous thing.

Same to you. Essek responded before slipping his phone in his pocket and preparing for the battle ahead.

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The ceremony hall was dark, except for the lights that showed around the altar and illuminated the clerics of the Luxon and the royal couple. Essek watched, with breath caught in his lungs at the wonder of it all. As Quana pressed a kiss to Leylas’ lips with the promise of forever dancing over her tongue, Essek wondered what that might be like…wondered at what the taste of their love was like. Even after all this time, was it still the same?

Based on the way Leylas’ tears shimmered, Essek thought it just might be the case.

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The reception was being held at the Lucid Bastion itself, the castle where the nobility once lived. It was a grand affair, and as such everything was washed with the white and silver of the wedding colors. Guests were handed their goodie bags upon arrival and milled about at the cocktail bars as wait staff in crisp white shirts handed them drinks named ridiculous things like White Blossom, or Mint Twilights. Essek confirmed with the staff that everything was going smoothly, and spoke to a few guests to assure their time was going well before he went to mind other equally important business.

Essek moved into the reception area, and that was when he saw the cake in full glory. It was of course different then Essek had seen since it before. It was six hexagonal tiers tall, with each tier having a separate intricate design. Flowers fell in cascading tiers of frothy, silk organza ruffled and powdery with delicate blooms. Smattering of embellishments and the catching of edible crystal shards in hidden spots, delicate marzipan birds, and other gems that left something for the eye to catch at every sweep of it’s magnificent form. This all followed the brush of silver that perfectly drew the gaze to each new pleasure accordingly. At the top was the sculpture of both Leylas and Quana looking much and love and very weirdly adorable in their tiny form courtesy of Jester Lavorre.

“Essek,” Caleb called with a small wave, and Essek tore his eyes away to see him. They were all dressed in tan slacks and white chef’s shirts with the Xhorhaus emblem on the side. It was a good choice for the formal affair, and the light colors really brought out the color of Caleb’s blue eyes.

“Oh Caleb, it’s beautiful,” Essek told him somewhat breathlessly as Caleb crossed the room.

“Just wait until they dim the lights for the first dance,” Caleb said proudly. “That’s when the really fun bits start.”

“Are you talking about funny bits with Essek,” Jester asked as she settled down a tray of desserts for the dessert spread. There were slices of pies with jewel-colored fruit fillings, cookies and macarons in pastels, jellies and puddings and parfaits in glasses, their famous cupcakes with their swirls and sprinkles and glammed up with shimmer-dust. Yasha was placing decorative flowers and vases that had been handed off to her artfully between the display of treats in the most delicate and thoughtful fashion. By each dessert platter there was a little holder of cards, embellished with Xhorhaus Bakery very professionally upon the laminate that Veth was triple checking and double checking before seeming satisfied.

Essek picked up one of the cards, and smiled.

“We got those done last week,” Beauregard said as she wheeled out another tray with more desserts.

“Good for you all,” Essek told them, very pleased as he slid one of the cards into his wallet. Who knew when he was going to need to give it out. “I am so very happy for you, truly.”

“Do you think the boss will like it?” Fjord asked nervously as Caduceus placed a hand on his shoulder. Essek could understand the nerves, after all the camera crews and the guests would be coming in soon enough. If Essek had learned anything about life from working where he did, it was that any event with Leylas Kryn was bound to be overwhelming in more ways than one.

“I can say from knowing Leylas Kryn as well as I do, that she’ll be extremely pleased,” Essek promised them all. “This is exactly what she asked for and far more, you have all completely outdone yourselves.”

“Thank you so much, for the opportunity,” Caleb said, reaching to clasp Essek’s hand.

“No thanks required, you have already done more than enough,” Essek promised them all. Essek was about to say more when Nedna came over, holding her tome-pad.

“The guests are set to arrive in ten minutes, after which there will be the dinner. At the end of the dinner you will be signalled to begin serving the desserts,” Nedna said without lifting her gaze to even look at them. Essek couldn’t help but bristle. He really couldn’t believe her rudeness...but at the same time he also couldn’t blame her. He would like to think he would always look into the eyes of those who were working with him, that was part of the reason he was successful. Essek did wonder if there had ever been a moment where he had been so nonchalant and found himself glad to be changed even in such a small insignificant way. “As requested the lights will be dimmed as you do so to help emphasize the enchantments on the cake and-oh! Here’s the photographer.”

Nedna motioned over the photographer who had an expensive looking camera hanging by his neck.

“I’d like to get a few shots of the cake as well as all of you before everyone comes in,” the photographer said, holding up his camera.

“Of course,” Caleb said. “Would you like us to be out of the picture at first?”

The photographer took a few shots of the cake from different angles. Jester did her best to both art direct and distract to Essek’s enjoyment and Nedna’s chagrin. After that, the photographer showed Nedna the photos as well as the Mighty Nein and Essek. Though Essek was sure that a photo couldn’t really capture the beauty of the cake, it was a well composed shot. With Essek’s final nod, the photographer gave a sigh of relief. They all knew this all would, of course, be shown to Leylas before it made it anywhere near the press release. But Essek had always had a good eye for what his employer would like.

“It looks good,” the photographer said before looking back at the Mighty Nein. “If you guys would like, you should get into the next picture. We can figure out a caption and include it in the media press release as well.”

“You have to make sure to get my good side,” Veth said, striking a pose, causing Beauregard to give her a playful push.

“I’m fairly certain that’s his job,” Fjord pointed out with a fond exasperated shake of his head. “Where would you like us?”

The photographer arranged them so that Yasha, Beauregard, Jester, and Caleb were on one side while Nott, Fjord, and Caduceus were on the other. They were about to take the picture when Jester began waving at Essek. As he was in the midst of this, Essek could see a few of the early arrivals filtering into the room.

“Come on, Essek! Join us!” Jester said, moving over to the other side and wildly gesticulating at the place where she had been next to Caleb.

“I’m not sure that’s appropriate,” Essek began to say as Jester placed her hands on her hips and gave him a chiding look.

“Oh come on, Essek! You helped us so much with the cake!” Jester said.

“You are one of the team,” Beauregard said with a smile and a shrug.

“You are basically part of the Mighty Nein just through association,” Veth said.

“You helped them with the cake?” Nedna asked with a scoff and with a smirk. “You? What? Was it running late?”

“Yes, I helped my boyfriend with the cake his business made,” Essek snapped at Nedna as he marched himself over to where the Mighty Nein was standing in front of the cake and took his place besides Caleb. “Bite me, Nedna.”

Nedna couldn’t have looked more shocked then if Essek had slapped her right in her face. Essek took serious enjoyment from watching her gap like a fish as he stood proudly next to Caleb, who placed his arm around his shoulders and smiled brilliantly at him. The photographer took a few pictures, before calling Essek forward. Essek looked at the picture appraisingly. Everyone in the Mighty Nein was looking proud, though, they would have to pick a picture where Caleb wasn’t looking at him. Though it was sweet, he didn’t think that Leylas would particularly want that picture in her press release.

“Very good,” Essek said. “You’ll want to send either the fourth or the fifth picture to Leylas. Could I give you my details to send the first picture to me? I would love to have it. I’ll be happy to pay for the picture as well.”

“Of course, I would be happy-”

“Essek.”

Essek took a deep breath, channeling the void and smiling his greatest work-mode-activated smile as he turned to face his mother and his very apologetic looking brother who looked like this train wreck was the absolute last thing that he wanted to be dealing with at this exact moment. His mother, dressed in a chic black dress with stilettos that probably could kill a man, tapped out an impatient rhythm as Essek stood before her...as if he were wasting her time merely by existing. Nedna was looking excited to witness the epic scolding that Essek was probably in store for.

“Hello, Mother,” Essek said with his sweetest and most obliging smile. “How are you enjoying the Vow Renewal so far?”

“I see there is someone you haven’t introduced me to yet? Hm?” Deirta said, her voice eerily calm...the way stepping on a lake two degrees from splintering and sending you down to the depths where you would probably become an Essek-popsicle.

“Ah! Deirta, there you are!” A voice suddenly cut the tension like a knife. It was Quana, dressed in her gorgeous white suit that had both Beauregard and Yasha choking at the sight. Even as someone who didn’t find women attractive beyond just aesthetics, Quana really packed a punch that had even Essek momentarily questioning himself (though the desire to actually see Quana naked was nonexistent). Deirta, unable to refuse the hug from Quana was helpless but to accept it and the friendly joyful kiss on the cheek. “I haven’t seen you yet all day, how did you like the Vow Renewal Ceremony?”

“Of course it was beautiful, just to be expected but-”

“And Essek, absolutely wonderful job with everything. Really Deirta, you ought to be so proud of your son. He is just a shining example of what the Xhorhassian Institute is capable of,” Quana said with a knowing glint to her eyes. “And Caleb, it's so wonderful to see you again. The cake looks absolutely stunning, I know I speak for both me and my wife when I say I can’t wait for the grand finale. Really Essek, your boyfriend is so talented! You’ll absolutely be the talk of Rosohna with this. In fact, I’ve already heard the ambassador to Marquet’s wife asking about a cake!”

“Ah, ja, thank you so much Mrs. Kryn. I can’t explain how much that means to us,” Caleb said, putting an arm around Essek’s waist. Essek tried to act natural and not like he was two breaths away from passing out from the prolonged exposure to Caleb’s body. “And yes, I did speak to the ambassador’s wife. I am glad she has expressed such interest, and I would be happy to speak to her.”

“You know, Deirta, she’s the one planning on helping out with the trade deal. She’ll be beyond herself with joy to know that he’s Essek’s boyfriend, especially if that means she gets ahead in the lines of people already lined up.”

“Oh, really?” Deirta asked, sounding absolutely tickled pink by this new and very profitable connection that she had suddenly made. “Do you think you would be able to introduce me?”

“Oh it would be my pleasure,” Quana said, holding out her arm to Deirta who took it. “Just don’t tell my wife, she may get jealous.”

“Oh you two never change,” Deirta said with a joking swat before looking over at Essek and Caleb. “It was lovely to meet you Caleb. We’ll have to do family brunch some time, when things settle down a bit.”

“Of course,” Caleb said with a very understanding nod, and like that Deirta flounced off to terrorize someone else, Nedna skulked off having not been given the show she clearly had scripted in her own head. This left Verin behind with them. He had watched all of this unfold before him quietly, but just as Essek began to worry about his reaction he gave Essek a weak smile as he approached them.

“Sorry,” Verin said, sounding like he was apologizing for more than just this interaction. “Though...it will be nice for mother to worry herself about another relationship...besides mine of course.”

“Oh please she won’t be worried about my relationship, we both know which one of us has the better judgement,” Essek said, smiling up at Caleb and meeting his loving gaze. “Don’t be jealous.”

“You are a brave man, Mr. Widogast,” Verin said with a roll of his side. “If I had to take Essek’s shit on a regular basis, I would have flung myself out of the nearest window years ago.”

“I am a very lucky man,” Caleb said, pressing a kiss to Essek’s temple that had Essek smiling like a dopey love sick fool. Essek shook out of it and gave his chest an appreciative pat. “It is nice to meet you though.”

“Likewise. We’ll have to talk some other time, when things aren’t so busy.”

“Thank you, Verin,” Essek told him honestly, reaching and grabbing his arm and looking him in the eye. Verin was momentarily startled, clearly, since Essek couldn’t recall a moment when he had initiated contact like this with his brother. “Really.”

“Hey now, don’t get sappy on me,” Verin told him, reaching out, giving Essek a short but heartfelt hug, before pulling away and smiling at him. “We’re Theylss kids, it’s what we do. Besides, we still need to survive the evening.”

With a final parting wave, he made his way to the table where he was assigned and joined his girlfriend. Essek watched him go, and made sure to make a mental note to buy him something nice for his birthday for a change. He didn’t think that a card and a check was going to cut it this year, all things considered.

“You guys are official!” Veth screeched, rushing them and sounding breathless. “When? How? What?”

“Congratulations,” Caduceus said, smiling a wide and warm smile.

“Oh it was super obvious that they were,” Jester said waving at Veth. “It’s not like we didn’t see them smooching the other day.”

“Smooching is one thing, being together is another!” Veth argued. Essek attempted to grapple with that new information. It had to have been when Essek had dropped Caleb off after that stressful night of desperation baking. Essek felt his ears warm through with the realization that they had had an audience.

“Well congrats on finally seeing what’s been written all over your faces for like months now,” Beauregard said, giving Caleb an appreciative slap on the back. Caleb gave her a smile that they shared as he reached out and gave her hair a teasing ruffle.

“It is a wonderful thing,” Yasha said, quietly...softly, and with a sweet small personal smile.

“I’m happy for you two,” Fjord promised. “It is a wonderful thing, Yasha is right.”

“Thank you all,” Caleb said, with a glisten to his eyes which couldn’t have just been the light. “But before we really celebrate, we’ve got to make sure this goes off without a hitch.”

“Caleb is right in that respect,” Fjord said. “Everyone, man your battle stations. We’ve got work to do.”

“Aye, aye captain!” The rest of the Mighty Nein said with a mock salute.

“I wish you all the best of luck,” Essek said before pressing up on his toes and giving Caleb the shortest and softest kiss he had ever given in his whole life. “You’ll be brilliant.”

“I wish I had your confidence,” Caleb said, eyes butter-soft blue.

“I don’t have to be confident. I just know,” Essek said. “I’ll see you all after the fact.”

With that and a parting wave, Essek made it over to his assigned seat. It was off to the side of the Kryn’s, just in case they were going to need anything. Photographers and videographers were stationed then, and Quana had disappeared to the back. It was then when the guests had finally filtered into their seats when the announcer announced Leylas and Quana, who appeared to a raucous applause from everyone. Leylas had changed her dress to something more form fitting, but made almost completely out of shimmering jewels that fractured light as she moved with Quana to the head of the table.

Dinner itself was of a bespoke design, small little dishes of designer appeal that were meant to be consumed in a bite or two before the next round appeared. Essek tasted no flavor, but ate only to bide his time and to look busy. Essek tried not to keep catching Caleb’s gaze from across the room, but it seemed like Caleb himself was an opposite charge pulling Essek’s eyes forward. Eventually though, glasses were refilled with an expensive wine and the lights were dimmed.

“We hope that our next dish surprises and delights from the Xhorhaus Bakery in Rosohna,” the announcer said.

Caleb moved his hand in a somatic gesture with the cake knife. With a final flick of his fingers, it was almost like sparks caught dry brush. A glimmer filled the air, like the soft light of dappled trees in autumn, or the filling pool of a hearth, or a cascade of light coming in from a cave mouth. Sugar flowers opened up like they were craning for the sun, light caught in the crystals and scattered them out, marzipan birds nestled between roots flew before settling on other lays, and most impressively those same firefly sparks that moved about the room settled on the candles at every table and lit them with a warm glow.

When the glow settled into a pleasant mirage, heat casting illusions from a dancing candle flame, there was a mighty clap of applause. Essek could help his smile as all of the Mighty Nein took a short bow before the lights were turned up just a smidge and they began to hand out slices of cakes and other desserts along with the other servers.

“I hope you enjoy,” Caleb said, settling down a slice for both Quana and Leylas. Leylas said something to Caleb that made him smile, but it was soft enough that Essek couldn’t parse it out. Then he came over to Essek’s table with the rest of the planning team, settling down a piece for every and then pausing in front of Essek. “Let me know how you like it.”

Essek didn’t wait before taking a bite.

The cake itself was tender and its crumbs disappeared in the mouth with the heady taste of brown sugar and almond and vanilla, then cut through with a deep tart black currant syrup that was soaked into the bottom cake while immediately lightened by layer of soft plum jam that fluttered against the mouth like moth wings. And then of course there was the vanilla frosting that was so light and smooth and heavenly that Essek wondered if that was what eating a cloud would be like. As he ate, he was warmed through, bundled up by a fire and held against arms that carried with them the scent of clean wood fires and summer days. And there was the hint of lemon, the hint of sunlight, a hint of Caleb, a hint of the love that gave to Essek until he was bursting at the seams.

“I love it,” Essek told him, with a smile.

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Later, when the entire room was dancing and laughing, Essek found himself sitting beside Caleb. His hand was in Caleb’s, while Caleb ran his fingers along the divots of Essek’s knuckles like he was attempting to memorize him by touch alone. Essek did nothing to discourage him, and simply leaned just a bit closer.

“I like my job,” Essek said as he watched Quana dip Leylas and plant a kiss to her. Leylas squawked indignantly, but based the pleased purple flush to her skin, she didn’t seem to mind. “But I’m beginning to think, perhaps, my days off are a little too idle. I always need to be busy.”

“Really?” Caleb asked curiously, as Veth and Beauregard were flipping a coin. When it landed Beauregard swore as Veth swiped her drink and took it herself. Yasha and Jester watched this and laughed. Fjord clapped Caduceus on the back and both of them laughed at a joke that had obviously been told at someone’s expense.

“Is there still an opening available for a barista or has the position been filled?” Essek asked Caleb curiously.

“I may have to move a few interviews around, but as long as your recommendations are good I don’t see why we can’t make it work,” Caleb chuckled, slinging his arm around Essek, and Essek pulled in close against him. “I may take up your offer, Mr. Theylss, if you are so inclined.”

“You better be careful,” Essek joked. “Remember what I said, you give me an in and you’ll be only a partner soon.”

“Only a partner?” Caleb asked in return. “I don’t think there’s anything I would like more. A baking’s a labor of love, and I can hardly only imagine what will happen when we stuff more love in that place.”

“We might take over the world,” Essek pointed out with a laugh.

“With our friends? Absolutely. Let’s! But you will have to tell me what flavors you think everything should be.”

“Lemon,” Essek laughed as Caleb grinned at him in return. And so the dancing went on and the evening turned to night, but Essek was held safely in the arms of a man that he loved. Essek couldn’t believe that there would ever be anything sweeter than that.

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2019 New Writers Fic Rec

After seeing some Discourse on Twitter, I decided to make a fic rec with some of my favorite new writers! All of these writers only started posting Stucky fanfic in 2018 or 2019. So here are some “new” writers and some of my favorite fics from them! (in no particular order)

PS: sorry for not putting the trope, word count and rating as I usually do, I wanted to try and make this fic rec quickly!

PS2: also sorry if I chopped all your summaries, but some of them are hella long and this post is already... pretty long.

PS3: this went way past “favorite new writers” and just became “great new writers” because I wanted to prove a point, oops.

verzacefatale

You be yours and I'll be mine : “Oh, god. We got married, didn’t we?”

14-Inch Cock and a Few Hundred Bimbos : There are some things in life, Steve muses as he stares down at his crotch, that nothing can prepare you for. His dick suddenly growing six inches in length and another two in girth, just because he opened a box in a Hydra dug out that maybe he should have read the instructions on before he did? How was he to know it was literally magic that would make his cock grow huge?

2bestfriends

Collar Full of Chemistry : AKA a fantasy BDSM romance featuring heavy mutual pining, feelings denial, and enough kink to blackout a bingo card.

Like Real People Do : AKA the "Lumberjack Steve/Twink Bucky" fic of our hearts.

deadonarrival

100,000 Miles And Feeling Very Still : Steve Rogers took a job at NASA and his life is pretty okay. Maybe not great but he has some good friends and things seem to be mostly stable. Except one day their new astronaut recruit walks in and everything in Steve's life goes upside down.

Latte Art and Slow Dancing in the Dark (WIP): Bucky is a somewhat well-adjusted former army sniper that got his shoulder blown out. He took his discharge and went home to finish school and is working on his international relations masters. His best friends and roommates (Nat & Clint) are CIA agents and tip him off that their local Sbux is hiring. He gets a job there and meets none other than the hottest guy on earth.

voxofthevoid

(series) couldn't get the boy to kill me (ongoing): Captain America and the Winter Soldier are a terrifying duo on the field, working together with a well-oiled precision that tears through their enemies. Captain Rogers and Agent Barnes are distant coworkers, all polite nods and mission briefings. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are fire and gasoline; the sparks between them have no choice but to roar into raging infernos.

happily ever after has bite marks in it : In which Bucky is aggressively okay with his self-imposed exile from society, and Steve is a werewolf who’s nothing like the Brooklyn boy Bucky still dreams of.

darling heart, i loved you from the start (but that's no excuse for the state i'm in) : Or, the one where Steve saves the mind stone for last and decides to fuck the timeline beyond all recognition, which regrettably involves crawling delicately up Hydra's asshole and less regrettably involves showering a very confused Bucky Barnes with affection.

(series): i'm guilty of treason (i've abandoned control) : S.H.I.E.L.D Agent Bucky Barnes is captured on a mission and meets Commander Steve Rogers, the erstwhile Captain America.It escalates quickly.

four dreams in a row where you were burned : When Steve uses the last of his Pym Particles to travel to 1944 and save his best friend, he doesn’t have a plan beyond leaving behind the battlefield and living his life alongside the people he loves. But the life that finds him is not the one he expects.

deisderium

much tattoo about nothing : Steve Rogers gets a lot of email requests, but never one like this: James Barnes wants to use his healing factor to practice tattoos.

(series) tits out, lads : On the walk back from Azzano, Bucky keeps touching Steve's chest. Then he touches it some more. And more.

Let Them Eat Cake : Bucky wanted to know why their new pastry chef had gun calluses on his right hand.

deep dive : In which single dad Bucky Barnes has a crush on his daughter's dive team coach and thirsts awkwardly.

thot through the heart (and you're to blame) : In which Bucky is a baby vampire, a disaster, out to have a good time, and hopelessly in love with his roomate; and in which Steve has a few secrets of his own.

Political Animals (WIP) : or—Steve’s best friend is the U.S. Constitution and he can’t seem to stop fucking a hot Republican. They shouldn’t fall in love, but somehow they do.

thedoubteriswise

time on my hands (could be time spent with you) : "You doing okay, kid?” Steve releases a breath, deciding how honest he wants to be. No point in lying. No point in telling the truth, either. "Glad to see you.""That’s not what I asked, but same to you, punk."

honey don't feed it, it will come back : He’s stroking the cat’s fur, which is soft and fine now that it’s clean. He looks so open and inviting. Steve doesn’t close his eyes, watching Bucky’s gentle fingers and trying to come up with a plausible excuse to go touch him.

Ill With Want : Bucky pretends to be asleep when Steve crawls into bed, too tired to feel guilty over the quivery pleasure that settles in his belly when Steve’s arm brushes his. He drifts to sleep in a comfortable haze and tries not to wonder where this feeling was two hours ago when he had Marie in his lap.

steebadore

Controlled Release : Bucky's just having a little trouble...finishing. Completing the mission. He can squeeze the trigger but he can't make the shot is what he's saying. Which is why he's here, loitering outside a nice brownstone in Park Slope, trying to find the courage to knock on Captain Come Control dot com's door for his three o'clock appointment.

it takes a lot to know a man : Bucky flips to the next page, and the world around him grinds to a halt as his brain struggles to process what he's seeing. The noise of the train fades and static fills the inside of his head as he looks down at the sketches of the metal-armed guy without the mask. It's—that's him. It's Bucky's own goddamn face staring back at him from this stranger's sketchbook.

AidaRonan

Quench : Or the one where archeology intern Bucky Barnes meets actual archeologist Steve Rogers and reaches levels of thirst scientists once believed to be theoretically impossible.

Carnal Synchronicity : AKA A Tale of Two Stevies

Fraternizing With the Enemy : Steve and Bucky are both the presidents of their respective fraternities. Steve thinks Bucky's frat is filled with selfish party animals who care about little else. Bucky thinks Steve is a giant pretentious douchebag who owns too many Lacoste polos. They hate each other. Passionately.

lockedlocke

I just need you to show me : A quick google search tells him that the app he needs to get for something quick and easy, with no strings attached is Grindr. He downloads the app while he watches a bit of a Simpsons episode. It doesn’t take long, and when the app is downloaded, he looks at black icon with the yellow mask.

Pride : So here he was, at Pride despite the fact that he’d rather be at home. It’s hot, boiling and his feet hurt a bit from standing all day. Converse might be nice shoes, but Jesus they were terrible for his knees.

mcwho

it never hurt nobody : “I thought we agreed that that was creepy.” “No,” Bucky says slowly. “I asked you what you thought about people calling their boyfriends daddy, and you said you thought it was creepy, and then I asked you what the hell you’d done with my grey sweater after you did laundry, and we never talked about it again.”

(series) the serum amplifies : Little PWPs about Steve and Bucky’s sex life and the serums effect on it.

missandrogyny

don't know where i'm going (but i'll get back to you and me) : AU where Bucky is an assassin who just can’t seem to kill Steve

LeeHan

The Right Partner : Steve meets a beautiful man with a bright laugh on a sunny day in Italy. Captain America meets the elusive Winter Soldier moments later.

The Best Way to Wake : James Buchanan Barnes lay in a glass pod in the middle of the table, frozen since he fell. Steve’s hands were on the glass before he realized he’d moved. “Get him out,” Steve whispered, his hands searching for a clasp, a keypad, something.

amethystkrystal

Taking This One Step At A Time : In the weeks that follow, Bucky's omega urges start going haywire, and he realizes that night with Steve may have left him with more than just a fond memory.

Realignment : After assembling their own Infinity Gauntlet, the Avengers defeated Thanos and brought back everyone who disappeared. But their victory came at a great cost: in order to take the Soul Stone, Steve had to sacrifice the Captain America mantle and all the super-soldier strength that came with it.

cydonic

Home Is Wherever I'm With You : This is what happens when you buy a house to flip having only seen the online images: you get more than you bargained for. Bucky Barnes brings all the tools to handle a dilapidated home, but he's hardly prepared for a smart-mouthed child (with poor aim), a crying baby, and the hottest dad he's ever seen in his life living right next door.

deadto27

The Sweetest Spark : Steve Rogers runs a successful business. He has great friends and a great life. It seems like he has it all. So why is he sitting in a diner on a Friday night alone? Maybe he's just a little lonely. Maybe Bucky Barnes can help with that.

Maybe This Christmas : Bucky’s not going home for Christmas. But it’s fine. He’s spending Christmas alone in his apartment, but it’s cool. He’s not feeling up to seeing his family after his accident anyway, plus he has to work. He’s totally fine with it. But then he runs into Steve, literally, and suddenly his Christmas isn’t looking so empty after all.

NachoDiablo

Reconcilable Differences : AKA, "What To Do When Your Zany Fake-Relationship Scheme Actually Works."

odetteandodile

If Only In My Dreams : Bucky is a highly successful cooking and lifestyle blogger. He writes all about life in his Connecticut home with his D.H. (darling husband). Only problem? It’s all complete fiction.

So I Took a Faithful Leap : Bucky doesn’t fall and Steve doesn’t crash. The Howling Commados take out the remaining Hydra bases…and then they go home, just like all the other allied soldiers. Steve buys a farm in Washington state, and tries to relearn how to be at peace.

Art Thief, Heart Thief : Agent Steve Rogers is facing a series of art thefts that has him stumped, and looking for a break in the case. Convicted art thief and general high end criminal Bucky Barnes wants to make parole and happens to know all of the right people who could make Steve's job easier.

Under the Hawthorn Tree : A young man wanders into the woods one night, and wanders until he isn't a young man anymore—but something else. Seventy years later, another man follows him. Inside of a magic ring, they meet.

canistakahari

don't threaten me with a good time : Steve's taken him on vacation to a cabin in Canada in the middle of winter, so it's obviously the perfect time for his body to go haywire. Bucky is determined to stick it out, though, partly because he's a stubborn bastard, but mostly because he feels some kinda way about Steve.

Heckin' Chunker for Love : On the inside of the big floor to ceiling window of the office across the street, someone has used Post-it Notes to spell out a message: W H A T I S Y O U R C A T ’ S N A M E ?

(TBR) All of Your Love is Sunlight : Sometimes the path to happiness involves bad timing turned good, a butt plant, and a little everyday magic. For Steve and Bucky, it's all that and more.

birdjay

(TBR) STAR PLAN : He’s the most gorgeous thing Bucky’s ever laid eyes on.He’s his new tentative boss. Maybe. If this interview goes well enough, anyway. “So, Mr. Barnes?” Steve asks, blinking at him from across a particle board table. “You ever work security before?”

stay : The platform buzzes, and suddenly goes quiet. The cycle has finished. Bucky doesn’t bother to look. There’s no way Steve’s coming back when he has the chance to stay. He moves to walk away, to move on with his life, somehow. “Buck -- ?”

(TBR) The Conservation of a 17th Century Painting : Steve can’t even remember the last time he’s spoken to someone actually interested in art, who coincidentally is also someone he’d like to bang. Actually, no. He’s never had that happen.

dragongirlG

Searching Every Lonely Place : After the Battle of New York in 2012, Steve searches for Bucky with the help of the Avengers as he bumbles through a series of comedic misunderstandings with undercover HYDRA agents.

Reclamation : The Winter Soldier’s mask never falls off when he fights Captain America on the overpass and the helicarrier. That doesn’t stop the Soldier from recognizing Captain America and wondering why the man’s face is haunting his scattered memories.

megs_bee

Nothing Good Ever Happens On A Tuesday : Recently discharged soldier James Barnes is back in Brooklyn, down an arm and missing five years of memories, but he’s got his PTSD mostly under control, a fancy metal prosthetic, and what’s starting to feel like it could be a half-decent life. What he doesn’t have is any memory of the kid looking at James and asking him, “Are you my daddy?” -- or the gorgeous blond guy standing next to her.

A Ghost Before You Were a Ghost Story : “I’m sorry to wake you, Sir, but there appears to be an intruder on the roof. ”Tony finds the camera showing a figure standing alone on the roof, black tactical gear blending into the black night sky. Barely a shadow among shadows, save for the glint of silver along the figure’s left side. The Winter Soldier.

VenusMonstrosa

Extant : After a sudden and violent storm forces the crew of Insight III to perform an emergency evacuation, astronaut James Barnes was believed to have died and was left behind on Mars. Two years later, Commander Steve Rogers still refuses to let go. Fortunately, so does Bucky.

Through The Woods : There’s a legend in Mansewood, nearly as old as the town itself, about a pack of werewolves that once lived in the forest. They say only one survives; a monstrous and snarling beast with fur like a blizzard and fangs the size of daggers. Steve doesn’t care about any of that. He only wants to know if it prefers T-Bone or ribeye, and would it please stop tracking dirt through his house? He just mopped the floor.

BlueSimplicity

(series) You Are Responsible For What You Tame : After the events in DC and on the helicarriers, and the realization that his friend Bucky Barnes is still alive, Captain Steve Rogers swears that he will do anything he can to find him. It is easier said than done, as Steve searches desperately for any hint or clue that will lead him to his friend. Steve searches, but Bucky does not want to be found. And so begins their game of cat and mouse, as Steve does everything in his power to convince Bucky to come home.

GoldBlooded

A Midsummer Knight's Dream : Sir Steven, knight, alpha, and baron of a small countryside estate, receives an invitation to a Royal Tournament: It’s a winner-take-all competition, and the prize? The hand of Prince James, the kingdom’s most eligible omega, in marriage.

Feast On This : Steve, Sarah, and Bucky are headed down to Florida to visit the Barnes family for Thanksgiving. Bucky's tired of the interrogation about his love life from his Ma, and Sarah suggests the simplest solution would be for he and Steve to fake it for a few days. How hard can it be, right? After all, they've shared a bed before. After all, it's only pretend... Right?

Luck of the Irish Stroll : Every year Steve and Sam go on the Irish Stroll Bar Crawl, and ever since their first time on the Stroll four years ago, Steve and Sam cross paths with Bucky and Natasha. Every year Steve’s world is rocked by the gorgeous, blue-eyed man that has captivated him since they first locked eyes fighting over a couple of pints of Guinness from the bartender. But Steve's starting to want and need more of Bucky... will this be the year he can make it last for more than one night?

girlbookwrm

(TBR) (series) The Hundred Year Playlist : Steve and Bucky, start to finish. "Come on, pal, it's me. Take another hundred years if you want, I'll still be here."

sidereal : Captain Rogers never did a self-portrait; we can only speculate who his soulmate — or soulmates — might have been.

ClaraxBarton

Holding On : “Your poll numbers are way down, and we need to get them back up.”

stfustucky

Salt & Sugar (collab with GoldBlooded) : Steve Rogers is a bigshot celebrity chef in New York City, and Bucky Barnes is a classically trained pastry chef in Moscow. When billionaire and mutual friend Natasha Romanoff calls on them to collaborate for her Memorial Day Benefit Gala, they both brace themselves to spend the week working with some jerk they're bound to hate.

Honestly, Fuck Brooklyn : Or, the one where it takes yet another apocalypse for the somewhat oblivious Bucky Barnes to figure out that his dorky artist boyfriend Steve is actually Captain Goddamned America.

writeonclara

How to Woo the Winter Soldier : Or: Steve courts the Winter Soldier.

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #stucky fic rec #best new stucky writers

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mychemicalficrecs · 5 years ago

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hi do you know any frerard au‘s where theyre both teachers?

Hi Nonny!

I knew of one AU where they're both teachers but I've found a few more for you!

Frank/Gerard and They're Both Teachers

By the Book by mrsronweasley, 10k, Explicit. Frank Iero, the new English teacher, starts a teachers' book club. Wackiness (and dubious literary analysis) ensues.

Two Mr. Ways? by threecheersforkilljoys, 1k, General Audiences. The first day back at school after Frank and Gerard got married and they already accidentally out themselves.

What Happens in the Drama Office Stays in the Drama Office by live_and_let_live, quinziggle, 2k, Mature. Mr Way and Mr Iero do the dirty over Gee's desk ;)

After School Special by thisishowidisappear, 1k, Explicit. Frank visits Gerard in his classroom after school. Shameless smut.

There’s A Good Reason We're Under The Mistletoe Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought Of It Yet by ceiling_stars, 6k, Teen And Up Audiences. "Mikey. Mikeymikeymikey," Gerard says, flopping down on the couch with his phone. "Mm-hm," Mikey says. "Anything else?" "Mikey," Gerard repeats for good measure. "I'm screwed. What the fuck." There's a silence on Mikey's end. "What did Frank do now," he sighs finally. -Christmas teacher!fic, featuring horribly cliche fanfic tropes to suit your holiday Frerard needs.

Boardwalks/Whiteboards by ofmay, 8k, Not Rated. Gerard didn't get out much. Everybody knew that. It wasn't that he couldn't - no, that wasn't the case at all - he simply didn't feel the need to socialise, especially since the school year would be starting in almost a month. He had far too much to worry about.

The First Day by famouslastnerds (idkbro), 8k [WIP], Not Rated. It's the first day of school and there's a new music teacher.

Of Campfires and Sunsets by orphan_account, 6k, General Audiences. Mr. Way is helping chaperone the end of year camping trip, and he can't decide if it's a good thing or a bad thing that he's been assigned to share a tent with his friend and hesitant crush, Mr. Iero. (Or, Gerard is adorable, Frank is smitten, and Hayley Williams is an actual queen.)

I Write Sins Not Tragedies by orphan_account, 3k, Teen And Up Audiences. Gerard's not really sure why his hot coworker keeps trying to spend time with him, but he's not exactly upset about it, either.

The Art Department by orphan_account, 2k [WIP], Explicit. Art teacher and comic book author Gerard Way loves teaching, and won't give it up for anything. Apart from the normal Art Department heads, the school manages to add one more to the collection, famed front - man of LEATHERMØUTH, Frank Iero as head of the music department... What lies in the coming school year?

Education (Frerard) by cyanideanddiamonds, 2k, Teen And Up Audiences. Gerard teaches art and Frank teaches english. What happens when Frank invites Gerard outside for a smoke after the final bell?

My way home is through you by Theboyofmanyfandoms, 1k [WIP], Teen And Up Audiences. Gerard Way thought he had the perfect life, a wife that he loves and a two year old that he adores, not to mention his dream job at one of the most prestigious high schools in the country. He thought his life was perfect until he set eyes on Frankie Iero . the new art teacher and from the moment he set eyes on the petite beauty his world has never been the same. Not only was Frank beautiful but she had to be the most amazing artist he has ever seen and that seems to complicate him more as he finds himself drawn towards her the more he gets to know her and suddenly Gerard realizes that his world isn't as perfect as it seems.

Brendon Urie, Blowjobs, And Translyvanian Frat Boys by Ourladyofresurrection, 5k, Not Rated. At Belleville highschool, there lived few legends as strong as Brendon Urie, and his legacy of drinking thirteen Capri Suns straight in ten minutes on a dare and then proceeding to throw up on Pete Wentz, getting banned from the cafeteria forever, because stealing the kitchen's supply of Capri Suns was an unforgivable misdemeanour. There was only one school-wide legend that rivalled Brendon and the Infamous Capri Sun Wentz Puking Incident Of '03, and that was the chemistry between Mr. Way and Mr. Iero. A teacher x teacher Frerard oneshot. Fluff and smut.

TLYADO & extended universe by caffienedcold, 194k, Mature, Teen And Up Audiences. ou’d think having grown up in New Jersey, Frank would’ve outgrown his horror movie fixation. But no, he’s thirty, teaching Italian in fucking Rhode Island and he actually believes the student gossip that the art teacher is a vampire. So what if Frank has had an awful crush on him since the school year started? He’d helped Mr. Way move into his classroom and carried a box containing issue one of Doom Patrol, a Batman figure, and splattered tubes of screen printing ink. You really couldn’t blame him for the crush. And the vampire rumors? Icing on the cake. At least until it’s Frank’s blood on the line.

Gather the Choir Boys (Frerard) by orphan_account, 1k [WIP], General Audiences. Gerard had given up on music, or at least that was one way to say it. Art was his passion, and while he considering music one of the greatest forms of music, he was damn well done with it...for personal reasons. Until Mr.Frank Iero walks into his classroom and thrusts it all onto him again, and all Gerard can think isShit.

It's All a Part of the Learning Process by Ac3s, 6k, Teen And Up Audiences. Teacher!fic with Gerard as the typical art teacher, and Frank as the new music teacher.

You and your damn students by 5krillcat, 17k [WIP], Not Rated. Mr. Way. Gerard Way. Mr. Ka–Way. Whatever name his students decide to call him he's still the best teacher in the whole institute without losing any of his reputation. Mr. Iero. Just Mr. Iero. Nothing else. Music teacher. Normal. Average. Short.

Cute Mr. Way by orphan_account, 5k, General Audiences. Every classroom has had the unfortunate situation of running out of working whiteboard markers, but things get slightly out of hand when Mr. Iero decides to go borrow one from the art room, and unknowingly gets the students to form a plan to hook he and the art teacher, Mr. Way, up.

#fic rec list #frank/gerard #frerard #alternate universe #teachers

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stripey-demon-man · 5 years ago

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woo it's here

ok this is like the first fanfic i've written in a WHILE so if it sucks im very sorry. (also im kinda bad when it comes to some grammar and putting words in a way that actually makes sense sometimes so if something doesnt make sense or i made a mistake PLEASE tell me you aren't annoying or anything i promise) also theres no smut in here so sorry if u were expecting that.

some info:

- you're 35 years old, and you normally tutor students in subjects theyre struggling in, it's a part-time thing, as you're actual job is at the local bakery, you bake the cakes.

- Beej is around 40 years old (yeah i changed up his age bc i didnt feel like writing a 35y/o x 100+ year old demon)

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Beetlejuice x Reader

2nd person POV

It was an average day, you were helping one of the students you tutor after school very often, her name was Lydia and she was around 15 years old. On this particular day though, the place where you guys normally meet up at was temporarily close for a few months, so you had to meet her at her house. (You had been tutoring her long enough that her and her parents trusted you.) You walked into the house and pretty much immediately got hit with a huge wave of pumpkin spice smelling air. You pretty much jump back at such a strong smell. Lydia laughs, "You weren't expecting that were you?" she asks, to which you simply shake your head no and laugh along with her. After a minute or two you guys finally reach the area where you guys are going to tutor, Lydia pulls out her books, her homework, and her laptop and sets them all up on the table, but before you guys can get started, who you assume to be Lydia's dad walks in. "Lydia, what are you doing? I thought you had tutuoring today?" He says, to which Lydia responds "Oh, the place where we normally meet up at was closed, so we're just tutoring here." the man then responds, "Oh, ok. Well me and Barbara are planning on making dinner tonight, so do you have any requests?" By this point, you werw just sitting there, listening to this conversation happen. Was it just you or this this man seem strangely... pale? It was probably just your imagination. "Could we have spaghetti?" Lydia asks the man, and he responds with a happy yes before going back upstairs. "Uh, so, who was that?" You ask Lydia. In response Lydia nearly chokes, "H-how can you see him???" she asks. "What are you talking about??" you respond, "Isn't he your dad? Why wouldn't i be able to see him?" Lydia looks like she's trying to process this. "Well, you see y/n," Lydia starts, "HE is a ghost, and most people can't see him. Also, he's not my dad." You simply stare at her, you've believed in ghosts all your life, and sure you've seen people who are dead here and there but you always thought it was in your head, no one else around you could see them until now. "Are you serious?" you ask, to which she responds, "Dead serious, he has a wife named Barbara, who's also dead. There's also this one other guy that was here once but we won't be saying his name, or talking about him all that much. Anyways lets get to tutoring shall we?" Suddenly you become very curious, but decide not to ask any further questions. "Ok, let's get to work," you respond.

About an hour and a half later Lydia gets called down for dinner, and you two say your goodbyes for now. Today it took you a little bit longer to pack all your stuff up since you guys had worked so much, but just as you were about to leave you spotted a figure out of the corner of your eye. You turned, and there standing is a man wearing a striped suit and a tie, and even though he was rather dirty looking you somehow couldn't help finding him kinda cute. After a while of staring he catches on, and looks back at you, his hair going from dark green to slightly turquoise on the tips, along witha few streaks of pink here and there. After what felt like forever he took a step forward, which startled you and caused you to realise you were staring the whole time. He took another step, then another, then another, suddenly he was rather close to you. 'What on Earth is happening?' you wonder. suddenly he whispers to where only you can hear "Can you see me?" to which you simply nod, and take a step back. Suddenly a wide smile spreads across his face. "Uh, ok well i have to go now, sorry." you say, heading for the door, when suddenly he frantically stops you, silently of course. "nononononono please, let's just have a talk outside for a minute," he says. This exchange was so strange you almost thought it was a dream. "Um, ok," you say, now following him out the door.

That same smile returned to his face. "Great!" he whisper-shouted yet again.

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Yes i 100% headcanon that during the fall Delia puts pumpkin spice candles all over the place and no i am not sorry. Also speaking of, im sorry for the lack of Charles and Delia in this chapter!!! I'll try to make sure that they're included more in the future! Also if this was too short im sorry but im like really tired rn plus it's been a long day so yeah i hope you enjoyed so far :)

#barbara maitland #beetlejuice #musical #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice x you #adam maitland #lydia deetz

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hyoubusqueenofespers-moved · 4 years ago

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Lethal Lovers (A Kyousuke Hyoubu x Azusa Hyoubu Fanfic )

A short self ship fanfic featuring Kyousuke Hyoubu from Zettai Karen Children and Azusa Hyoubu aka Shadow Angel. This is also my very first Shadow Angel fanfic I’ve written. I hope you enjoy it!

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Summary: During a business meeting, Hyoubu and Azusa are conducting deals with an associate. However, they’re intentions aren’t that of forming a deal with business, but instead; dealing with an enemy set on attacking them. However, the enemy appears to be two ruthless espers who are dead set on killing them both. It’s up to Hyoubu and Azusa to fight them off before the powerful duo becomes prey of assassination.

Trigger Warning: Gun Mention, Blood/Injuries, and Heavy Violence

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Espers, a species of mankind who are capable of using psychic powers, also what is popularly known as ESP. Many people across the world are capable of using these special abilities, however, only very few espers are Level 4 through 7. Despite their outstanding abilities, many espers are still heavily discriminated against by humans who viewed them as monsters for their superhuman abilities. Most businesses primarily focus on humans as their top priority and their have been countermeasures made in order to regulate the abilities of espers by creature devices that weaken their abilities or negated them completely. Espers are easily targeted by organizations who intend to use them for foul means as ESP seems to be a lucrative business to dive into for many crime syndicates across the world.

This is where the all esper organization, P.A.N.D.R.A, comes in, lead by the charismatic yet potent world renowned esper criminal, Kyousuke Hyoubu. Despite their criminal activities, they view espers as top priority as they don’t mind using ESP to put a stop to those who harm their species of people and can the group easily described as freedom fighters, who intend to overturn the oppression some espers face, willingly to commit unlawful and violent actions to do so.

Today is one of those days. Hyoubu, a young looking man with white hair who wore a common design of a Japanese school uniform, appears to be handling business in a fairly large building which appeared to be hosted in a dimly lit looking room with a large collection of pricey watches on a shelf and old fashioned paintings on the wall. Accompanying Hyoubu in the room appeared to be a older man, appearing older than Hyoubu himself, and Hyoubu’s trusty advisor and his very dear husband, Azusa, a slim man shorter than Hyoubu with dark skin and long black hair and red eyes. He also sports a black suit and black half face fox mask on the side of his face. In his left hand, Azusa held onto a black briefcase. The two of them appeared to be conducting some sort of activity with the older businessman, Hyoubu doesn’t mind conducting business with people who are espers with similar viewpoints. However, this isn’t really what the duo of P.A.N.D.R.A are truly here for.

Black Phantom, P.A.N.D.R.A’s business rival, are making their presence known across Japan in the world of lucrative yet illegal ESP business, one of them being the use of ESP for assassination. By brainwashing espers to remove the personalities and will of the individual, these espers made the perfect killing machine for people such as Black Phantom themselves. However, Hyoubu as well as Azusa wouldn’t take kindly to this as both happened to be targets of assassination for Black Phantom. Black Phantom gotten hold of two espers who were sent to deal with the esper duo. Luckily, Hyoubu was prepared for them having to fight and even deliberately brought themselves plus his advisor to take them on.

In the current moment, Hyoubu listened to what his associate had to say. During the middle of conversation, Hyoubu communicated to Azusa with sign language, telling Azusa to be prepared for an esper going to shoot him, watching the couple from afar using clairvoyance. Hyoubu’s incredible powers could even let him sense espers from a long range, likely due to him being a high level, being of the Level 7 variety who are said to be the strongest espers. Hyoubu is a truly unique esper in his own right, hosting more abilities than even that of a typical Level 7 esper, is able to use his powers to prevent him from aging keeping his youthful appearance despite being the age of an elderly person, and could sometimes bypass devices that should nullify his powers. He used his ability to sense espers, noticing that an esper with a sniper rifle had its locked and loaded for Hyoubu himself.

“Thank you for having this business meeting with me, Mr.Hyoubu. Same goes for your advisor. Hopefully, this deal shall go further into the future.” The older man said to them, before he suddenly collapsed to the ground, revealing itself to be a well designed android. Hyoubu got up from his seat and along with Azusa, headed towards the middle of the room. “Get ready Azusa!” Hyoubu warned him with a strong sense of composure. Suddenly, a bullet flies towards Hyoubu, breaking the glass. As the bullet soars for Hyoubu, it instead takes a different target, one that the gunslinger wasn’t trying to target for, Azusa. He takes the bullet meant for Hyoubu and when it made impact, a large pool of blood escaped his body, causing Hyoubu to show a sign of sorrow. Azusa appeared to look with a sorrowful and panicked expression who believe death was going to take him away from the man he loved.

However, they weren’t going to go done with ease like that. After the bullet aimed for Azusa, the collapsing man looked towards his husband and boss with a smug smirk. Hyoubu looked at Azusa with a confident smile. As Azusa collapses; he appeared to dissolve into black shadowy mist that showcased that Azusa was truly an illusion that he created using hypnosis. “You’re not good enough for this!” Hyoubu mocking the gunslinging esper with a smug tone from afar. Suddenly, another esper made its presence known by teleporting to the area. This time, one with an electrifying bo staff. They charged at Hyoubu with their bo staff, attempting to bring in a powerful thrust to his chest. However, Azusa teleported using a shroud of darkness as a catalyst in order to in front of the propelling bo staff, blocking it with his parasol. The gunslinger from before made his face known to Hyoubu, teleporting into the room and attempting to surprise Hyoubu with throwing dagger. Hyoubu used his psychokinesis to stop the dagger aiming for him and crushed the knife with powerful telekinetic force, making the dagger essentially unusable.

Hyoubu teleports himself and Azusa to safe range where they didn’t make themselves too close to the enemy. Hyoubu and Azusa looked at them. Like he usually does to friend and foe, Azusa performs a formal bow to them, wanting to show himself being rather gentlemanly. Azusa appeared to look very formal with his outfit he wore, resembling that of a old fashioned commonly associated with vampires. He even had a top hat to give off that vibe as well. These must have to be the Black Phantom espers.” Hyoubu glared at both of them, looking rather disappointed that they have to fight an esper, especially one that no longer has their self in tact with them being a shell of their former self. The esper with the bo staff was very tall while the esper with the knives was short, even shorter than Azusa himself, who’s considerably short himself. The espers looked at Hyoubu and Azusa with cold stoic eyes, who had no other thought process than killing them. Azusa showed a grieving expression as well, having to fight an esper when their overall goal is to rescue and improve the well-being of espers even with both of them being criminals. Due to the espers’ brainwashing being strong for even Hyoubu making it even impossible for him to break and having to deal with the fact if Hyoubu tried to attempt to break the brainwashing, Hyoubu would get attacked by one of them, they had no choice but to truly kill them both. Luckily, Hyoubu already made arrangements with P.A.N.D.R.A once the fight is over.

Hyoubu wipes the disappointing look on his face, replacing with one of a smug grin. Azusa himself replaces his sad expression with a sinister smirk. Despite Azusa’s gentlemanly demeanor, he radiates a very smug and sinister side to him when he does. The two assassins we’re about to fight Hyoubu and Azusa. This would seem like a piece of cake for them. However, Hyoubu and Azusa weren’t just any esper combatants. The couple were known to be a force to be reckoned with as they easily used their teamwork abilities and fighting ability to easily crush their opponents, having dealt and severely beaten their foes this way. Along with this, they are the most powerful duo in all of P.A.N.D.R.A and both of them being known as “The Most Dangerous Esper Crime Duo In The Underworld”. Though, Hyoubu ended up making a team name for the both of them, Shadow Angel. They truly did spark intimidate in their enemies with their abilities. Not only their powers showcases how dangerous they can truly be, Hyoubu and Azusa truly show a deep bond for another which was considerably remarkable, especially when it comes to a group of renowned criminals like themselves and happen to show great enthusiasm towards each other, as not only a powerful team, but also when not committing crimes or fighting together.

Hyoubu looks at Azusa with a confident smile. “Are you ready My Dearest? Lets make sure they won’t land a scratch on us.” Hyoubu told Azusa with a prideful tone, yet wasn’t afraid to remind himself as well as Azusa how much he loved Azusa and calling him cute nicknames, even during situations that require fighting. Hyoubu only shown himself to call Azusa by romantic nicknames. They both looked at each other with a strong sense of trust in both of their abilities. ”Of course. I’m not letting you fight alone in this one, Angel.” Azusa told him looks at his lover with a playful and lovingly smile at Hyoubu’s adoring remarks. Like with Hyoubu, Azusa had cute nicknames for Hyoubu that only he would say to him. Hyoubu looked back at his opponent with a strong sense of confidence. Azusa radiates a suave yet sinister and confident demeanor, as an aura of darkness coats his thigh high boots and parasol. Hyoubu chuckled. “Let’s see if you two have what it takes to defeat Shadow Angel!” Hyoubu taunted the two esper assassins with a mocking tone. Both formations glared with menace in their eyes as the tension of the what’s going to happen next rises. The couple were ready to be lethal and menacing to their foe.

The esper with the bo staff didn’t take lightly to Hyoubu’s taunt and teleported towards Hyoubu, who makes an attempt to jab their bo staff charged with electricity at Hyoubu’s chest. It was quickly blocked by Azusa’s parasol, infused with darkness. The bo staff esper looked surprised as they watched Azusa look smugly at him and Hyoubu backs up, moving himself back away by flying using psychokinesis, placing himself on the ground after doing so. Hyoubu hides his left hand behind his back, lightly charging electricity around it. The bo staffer released their weapon from Azusa’s grip, making their move again, performing several whirling back spins, uppercuts, and spins with their bo staff only for Azusa to dodge all their attempts at damage moving backwards; performing a combination of aerial cartwheels, butterfly kicks, and butterfly twists in order to escape swiftly and elegantly while the man still effectively held his parasol in his right hand. Once Azusa got closer to Hyoubu, Azusa gracefully finished his movements and raises the hood to his parasol to block when the staffer jabs the hood of the parasol. However, Azusa once again dissolved into black mist making his foe fall for another illusion. Being caught within Hyoubu’s range, he aims extremely powerful force of electricity at the staffer, surging through their body causing them to scream and collapse to the ground. The knife wielding esper sees this an opportunity to attack Hyoubu from the side. Combusting the knives with pyrokinesis, three fiery knives head towards Hyoubu only for him to stop them with psychokinesis and crush them as if it was crumbling paper. Azusa appears again using his umbrageous teleportation, this time surprising the knife esper performs a drop kick yet rolled around in time and quickly gets up. However, Azusa refused to let their enemy escape easily. He goes in the offensive side, performing an 180 kick to his neck, hitting him with which made the man cough up blood. Azusa follows up with by twirling around to for an opening, as Azusa performs a powerful blow to their face, using the handle of parasol in order to so. Azusa sends jabbed the esper with enough force to be sent back and lose balance. Regaining their focus, Azusa teleports away in darkness and Hyoubu uses psychokinesis to send the person flying throughout room with the power of Hyoubu’s potent telekinetic force. It was only the beginning of the fight and the assassins were showcasing themselves to be struggling against the other pair. Looking from afar, it seemed that Hyoubu’s telekinetic powers combine with Azusa’s soaring kicks left the knife esper no chance of them getting up and appeared to be dead. The staffer struggling with their injuries. The rumors that Black Phantom of Hyoubu and Azusa being a powerful duo were no lie. Their synchronized movements, their powers, their formation, their anticipation, and the fact that they trusted each other in battle truly made them effective against the two. Even though the other espers, tried to recreate the same formation, it was nothing compared to the power of Shadow Angel.

During their fight, both Hyoubu and Azusa kept their composure and even looked at their enemy with a wicked smirked. Hyoubu chuckled lowly. “Are you sure you want to continue this? You haven’t even landed a scratch on either of us.” Hyoubu comments smugly yet carries a sense of mischief to his tone, boasting about their power as a duo. Hyoubu held Azusa’s hand for a quick second. The struggling enemy with the bo staff made his way up. They appear to fumble and wobble for a second. Hyoubu lets go of Azusa’s hand in preparation. “Shall we teach them a lesson, Azusa?” He spoke with eagerness. “Truly. I’ll be en garde.” Azusa replied.

The bo staff teleports to Azusa to aim with a corkscrew kick and aim bo his staff again at him. When they attempted to injure him again, Hyoubu teleports Azusa switching places with him. Luckily for Hyoubu, he shuts down their attempts by stopping their movements with psychokinesis and sends him away but this time; Hyoubu shows his combative skills as well as when the staffer was about to attack again, Hyoubu forcefully parries his weapon from his hands with a kick, leaving the staffer vulnerable to his follow up knifehand. Even when the staffer attempted to punch Hyoubu, Hyoubu catches his arm effortlessly following up with Hyoubu infusing his arms with flames; flicks the side of his arm into his opponent’s chest bringing him to his knee. Hyoubu teleports once again, switching places with Azusa as he effortlessly finishes off the foe with a front aerial that made them collapse to the ground.

Azusa returns to Hyoubu, bowing politely at him, looking at him with a sense of accomplishment. “You did well Azusa.” Hyoubu praised as he looked joyful. Hyoubu places his hand on the side of Azusa’s face. They appeared rather intimate and affectionate at one other. Azusa smiled adoringly at the affection Hyoubu gave him. Suddenly, Hyoubu notices the staffer trying to move once again. “Azusa.” Hyoubu signals at Azusa, pointing at the staffer. “You think they would learn by now Hun? Azusa comments. Hyoubu chuckled. “I would believe so too. They really are a stubborn one.” Hyoubu said mischievously. Since the staffer didn’t risk wanting to face the lethality of them both, instead, releases electricity from his hands and surges through the ground; causing it to raise, reaching the couple. “Well damn.” Hyoubu comments as they both get injured by the bolts of electricity, increasing its power to make sure that the target was dead.

The target saw that the couple collapsed, sighing with relief that they took them out. They picked up their bo staff, ready to return to Black Phantom despite their injuries. Hyoubu laughs wickedly. “You really are naive, aren’t you?” The injured Hyoubu asked rhetorically with a tone of slyness and sarcasm, he smugly smirked. The staffer looked confused but the illusionary hypnosis wore off on both of them, with Hyoubu’s illusion warped away while Azusa’s dissolved into mist. The staffer looked in shock as Hyoubu surprises them from behind. Hyoubu jabs his hand into forcefully into esper’s chest, piercing them with blunt force. “Now, you can properly rest.” Hyoubu spoke as he releases his hand from them. This time the opponent was done for as once the esper collapsed, they didn’t make a move. Hyoubu shook the blood off his hands. Azusa arrives in the room, teleporting from shrouds of darkness.

Hyoubu smiles warmly at Azusa as bows to him politely and formally. “You did very well.” Hyoubu complimented. Azusa looks at him with a loving and playful grin. Both decide to take a moment to sit down, using their powers like that did exert their energy quite a bit. Azusa rests his head on Hyoubu’s shoulder. “This is the power of Black Phantom? How disappointing. It’s bad that they use espers like we are some sort of circus animal.” Azusa commented. “It’s truly more disappointing that if their presence continues to flow, it’ll be hard for us to rescue the espers. They might’ve not been the strongest but I believe more will end up coming after us. Black Phantom is not only our business rival but also the enemy of espers as a whole.” Hyoubu replied. Azusa checks his cell phone, seeing that P.A.N.D.R.A isn’t that far from their current location, being only two minutes away currently. He shows this to Hyoubu. “They’ll be here in two minutes.” Azusa looked at Hyoubu with a warm smile, thinking about P.A.N.D.R.A, they felt like a real family to them both even with their criminal history. Hyoubu smiles silently and took it upon himself to kiss his shorter husband’s cheek. Azusa flustered for a second before smiling happily. As they wait for P.A.N.D.R.A to arrive, both of them looked off into the distance watching their surroundings, as they think about how much accomplished today.

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avengerscompound · 6 years ago

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Pumpkin Spice

Pumpkin Spice: A Black Widow Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 2184

Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, Smut (F|F, pregnancy sex, sex toys, strap-on use)

Synopsis: Natasha is not really a pumpkin spice person. She is a ‘you’ person though.

Pumpkin Spice

Natasha Romanoff was not a pumpkin spice person. In fact, she was as far from a pumpkin spice person as a person could get. She hated the smell of it. She hated the taste of it. She hated that it was everywhere. Pumpkin spice cheesecake, pumpkin spice Oreos, pumpkin spice pop tarts. The fact that pumpkin spice lattes were just a thing everywhere here like they weren’t some kind of abomination defiling the sanctity of coffee made her see red.

You were a pumpkin spice person though. You got so excited when pumpkin spice season drew near that you almost buzzed. You bought the scented candles. The cake mix. Every limited edition product that hit the shelves you could get your hands on. The lattes were your favorite though. You drank at least two pumpkin spice lattes a day. You also had pumpkin spice nondairy creamer at home just in case you couldn’t get to Starbucks to buy one.

Natasha didn’t really consider herself pro many things. Usually, they ended up annoying her at some point. Even things she liked, like Clint, or cats or stabbing people.

She was a ‘you’ person though. On paper, you and she were completely incompatible. You were so normal. And soft. You let yourself like whatever you wanted. Which happened to be Natasha and pumpkin spice most of all. To Natasha, you were like a drug. You made her feel different. Like she didn’t always have to be hard. Like she hadn’t been raised as a killer. That she could have some kind of normalcy even if it was just when she was with you. That she could feel love both as an emotion she experienced and as something given to her freely by someone else.

So that’s why on this crisp fall day, just like the one before it, and the one before that, and the one before that and every day since the pumpkin spice latte reappeared on the menu, she was standing in line at Starbucks, getting ready to order the drink she despised.

She made it to the front of the line and steeled herself. When the girl asked her for her order she hesitated for a moment like she couldn’t say the words. “Derr`mo.” She cursed under her breath. “Eto piz`dets.” Why did she always have to make such a big deal about it?

“I’m sorry, what was that?” The girl asked.

“Can I get a grande macchiato and…” She sighed. “A grande decaf pumpkin spice latte.”

“Of course. And a name?” She asked.

“Natalia,” She groaned and handed over her card. When it was processed she moved to the side and waited, glaring daggers at everyone. She has stopped at a store on the way to your place too and she kept the bag clutched close to her side for fear that anyone would find what was inside.

Her name was called along with her order and she took the cups glaring at them like she dared them to embarrass her more.

She carried the drinks to your place. It was strange how she still thought of it as your place. While she did still have an apartment at the Avengers compound she lived with you. She wondered sometimes if it had to do with how the Red Room messed her up.

She made her way up the steps and let herself into the building and up the stairs to your apartment. When she opened the door you were sitting cross-legged on the floor with random panels of fiberboard around you and a sheet of instructions laid out in front of you, an expression of confused concentration on your face. You had on hand resting on your swollen belly and you stroked it absentmindedly. When the door closed behind Natasha you looked up and your face lit up like a light suddenly went on inside you.

“Tasha, my most favorite person in the world.” You said making grabby hands at her.

She came over and crouched down kissing you softly before handing over the coffee. You took a sip and narrowed your eyes. “Decaf is always such a letdown.”

“You know the rules,” Natasha said.

“Yeah, I know.” You said and took another sip. “I miss caffeine. The baby had to take when it was pumpkin spice season.”

It had taken some doing and at times in the IVF process, Natasha thought that the two of you were making a mistake. That there was a reason she couldn’t have kids and she was going to be the worst at this. She did want it though. Clint had even stepped up biologically speaking, and if he could see this for her, maybe there was something there. It didn’t happen right away though, so when that positive finally came back, you’d both been excited.

“In that vein. I got you something else.” Natasha said and handed you the bag.

You looked inside the bag and squeaked closing it again. “Tasha!”

She smirked at you. It wasn’t even that risque, but she had imagined that very reaction from you when she’d bought the pumpkin spice flavored lube. “It’s a massage gel too, kisa,” She said. “Wouldn’t you like it if I lit some candles and rubbed your back.”

You hummed. “My back is very sore.”

“And wouldn’t you like it if I then put on the strap-on and fucked you until you saw god?” She hummed, running your fingers along your scalp.

“Metaphorical god or is Thor coming around?” You asked.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re a very bad girl, kisa.”

You took a drink from your coffee and gazed up at her. “I mean, I guess.”

She chuckled and took your cup from you, setting both of them aside before offering you her hands and pulling you to your feet. It was always a procedure these days to help you up, but Natasha was patient as you got to your feet. She pecked you on the lips as soon as you were steady.

“Missed you last night, Tasha.” You said as the two of you head to the bedroom.

“I know, kisa. I missed you too.” She said.

You stripped off your clothes and set up the pillows so you could lie down as much on your stomach as you could. As you set up, Natasha got some towels, the harness, and your favorite vibrator. She lit some candles and put the harness on, leaving the vibrator on the bed.

You lay the towels out over the bed and lay down as best you could.

“I’ll be home more often. I promise.” She said as she squeezed the scented gel on her hands. The fake spice scene made her wrinkle her nose, but this was for you. You had done so much for her, if this made you happy then it was worth it. She started rubbing your shoulders, working the knots out.

“Did you do anything interesting while I was gone?” She asked.

You made a sound between a hum and a moan. “No. Sent out baby shower invites.”

“Baby shower? Really?” Natasha whined.

“Mmm…” You moaned. It sounded half like an answer and half like you were just enjoying yourself. “There’s gonna be pastel decorations, and cute little cupcakes and pictures of storks.”

“Really?” Natasha whined again.

“Mm-hmm… and we’ll play games where you have to put diapers on dolls.”

She moved her hands down to your lower back and you moaned loudly. “You’re lucky I love you, you know?” She said. Not that Natasha believed that. If anything she was the lucky one. She was lucky that you loved her. With all her issues and shit and the blood on her hands. With the games she still played. You loved her anyway.

“I know.” You hummed. “There will be presents and you get to drink alcohol.”

“I guess if there’s alcohol…”

She moved her hands down, massaging your calves and thighs. She could feel the way your muscles relaxed under her hands and each time she rubbed up your thighs she skimmed her fingers along your pussy. You squirmed a little each time she did, spreading your legs more, inviting her to do more. As your body relaxed more she began teasing your entrance and circling her finger over your clit as she continued to massage your lower back, ass, and thighs, so the moans you made blended from one kind of pleasure to the next.

Natasha took her hands away and gave your ass a slap. “Roll over, kisa.”

You whined and rolled over slowly. Natasha looked down at you and a half smile played over her lips. You were so beautiful to her right now. Always really. But the fact your stomach was distended with the life you were growing in it. A baby that she called hers already, even before they’d official met, you were the most beautiful woman in the world. She squeezed some more of the gel into her hand and started by working her hands over your shoulders and down your arms.

“Smells so good, doesn’t it, Tasha?” You asked. Your eyes were hooded and you looked completely blissed out.

“If you say so, zhizn moya,” Natasha said smiling as she worked the gel into your skin.

She added more to her palm and began massaging your breasts. She knew they were sensitive so she worked gently. Even still you made a keening sound and arched your back up under her.

“Is that a good sound or a bad sound?” She asked, still kneading your breasts.

“Oh god, Tasha! So good. They hurt but it feels so good what you’re doing.”

She kept kneading your breasts. Running her thumbs around your areolae and down over the soft flesh. Your eyes fell closed and you moaned loudly your hips rolling against her thighs.

She ran her hands down over the swell of your stomach and down the sides. Being gentle but exerting enough pressure to help relieve the strained heavy feeling you had. The baby either liked it or became annoyed because they kicked back hard.

“Hello there, malysh,” She said leaning down and speaking to your stomach. “Come to say hello?”

As she took a moment to feel the life growing inside you, your fingers ran through her hair. It was moments like this she loved most with you. Where you made her feel a strange blend of protector and protected. Normal and special.

Her hands began to move again and she leaned over you capturing your lips. You kissed slowly and deeply. Lips caressing each other’s. Tongues dancing together.

She ran her hand between your legs palming your cunt before pushing two fingers inside of you. You were so wet and ready for her as she curled them and stroked them inside you your fluids ran down her hand. Your natural lubricant mixing with the Pumpkin Spice lube. Though she much preferred the scent of your arousal to than that of the gel.

“You ready for more, kisa?” She purred.

“Yes. Please, Tasha!”

She sat up and inserted the vibrator to the harness. The way you watched so intently, your body almost vibrating in anticipation for what was about to come was as strong an aphrodisiac as Natasha could find. She slicked the toy in the lube, turned it on, and began to fuck you.

As soon as she had eased the toy into your waiting cunt she knew you wouldn’t last long. Your body jerked up as the toy hit your clit and g-spot at once and she held it there. He fucked you slow and deep at first, her hands running over your breasts and stomach, trying to prolong the arrival of that first orgasm.

It was for nothing. Within no time you came, your body quaking with it. She leaned over and pulled one of your nipples into her mouth. You keened, your hips jerking up and your legs pinioning out.

Natasha kept fucking you. Enjoying the sounds you made as a second orgasm started to bear down right on the heels of the first. The room had started to smell of a mix of the pumpkin spice, sweat, and your arousal. She loved it. Wanted more of it.

You came again, crying out and your whole body seizing up. “Tasha, Tash, Tash…” You babbled as she kept moving within you. “Gotta stop.”

She moved back to her knees and looked down at you, her hips slowly rolling still, you were sweat slicked and your eyes looked slightly glazed over. She brushed some hair from your forehead and eased the vibe from you. “Alright, kisa. If you’re sure.”

You rolled on your side panting. “Yes. Oh god yes.”

She turned off the vibe and took it out of the harness and lay down behind you, spooning you from behind.

“We should take a shower.” She whispered against your neck.

“Mm… will you use the shower gel I like?” You hummed.

She laughed. “Anything for you, kisa,” She said. Pumpkin Spice might actually be the death of her.

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blackhakumen · 4 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #556: Unexpected Moment on Date Night (Sonic Series)

8:38 p.m Outside of Town, On the Sidewalks......

Vector: (Walking Alongside with Vanilla While Wearing a Decent Tuxedo) You're excited for our date tonight, Vanilla?

Vanilla: (Happily Holding Vector's Arm While Walking with Him and Wearing a Beautiful Red Dress) Oh absolutely~ Although, It has been so long since I've ever gone out before.

Vector: Understandable (Smiles a bit Sheepishly) To tell ya the truth, this....is probably the first time I've ever taken an actual woman out to a restaurant ......Hell, I'm not even sure if the restaurant I'm taking you, would really be that interesting to you or not....

Vanilla: (Gently Grabs Vector's Hand) Honey, it doesn't what restaurant you take or how interesting it would be. I'm already having a wonderful time as long as I'm with you. (Kiss the top of Vector's Hand)

Vector: (Immediately Starts to Blush) Y-Y-Y-Yeah....Same~

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) Ohho Vector~

Robber: (Came Out from a Building) Hold it right there, you chumps!

Vanilla/Vector: (Immediately Stops Walking) ?!!?

Robber: You better give me everything you got!.....(Pulls out a Pocket Knife from his Coat Pocket and Points it at the Couple) Or one of you gets it!

Vanilla: (Couldn't Believe What is Happening Right Now) What are you....

Vector: Glares at the Robber) ('Grrr') Now you listen, punk, I don't know what you gonna accomplish trying to rob people in the streets like that, but you ain't getting squat from us! You hear me?!

Robber: (Gotten up on Vector's Face While Having his Knife Closer Towards him) You think you're tough just cause you got a broad with you, big boy? I'll cut you down right now if don't give me my damn money!

Vanilla: (Terrified for Vector's Safety) Vector!!

Vector: (Glare Turns Even More Determined and Fierce) You try cutting me all you want, but if you think for a second I'm gonna let ya harm this beautiful woman behind, then you have another thing coming!

Robber: ('Heh') Your funeral-

Before the robber could finish that sentence, he immediately gets pulled into a nearby wall, making him drop his knife in the process. And it was by none other than Vanilla herself.

'THUD'

Vector: V-Vanilla?!

Robber: H-HEY! WHAT'S the big idea here, lady?!

Vanilla: (Grabs the Robber by the Collar with Shadow Covering her Eyes) Who......(Gives the Robber a Very Intense Look in her Face) THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU SHIT FOR BRAINS?! RUINING OUR DATE NIGHT LIKE THAT WITH YOUR CHEAP TACTICS!!

The Robber: (Already Terrified) H-Hold on there, lady.... W-What are you- Wait.....(Look into Vanilla's Fierce Eyes Glaring Directly at Him) Those eyes....(Eyes Widened in Complete Shock and Fear) I-I-It's you! Y-Y-You're the legendary Hot Fangs!!!

Vector: (Very Confused and Shock at What is Happening Right Now) "Hot" what now?

Vanilla: ('Grrr') It doesn't MATTER who the hell I am right now!! What matters here is that you have audacity to not only try and rob us, but also try to threaten my sweet, handsome crocodile's life and I am NOT having it! So if you know exactly what's good for you right now, then I suggest you leave here right now. And if I ever see you try and harm innocent people in these streets again, I will not hesitate to pulverize you into next year! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!

Robber: Y-Y-Y-Yes, ma'am! I'm sorry, ma'am! I won't rob or hurt anyone out here or anywhere again! I swear!!

Vanilla: (Finally Lets Go of the Robber's Collar, Making him Fall into the Ground) Good. Now that we have a better understanding.....(Gives the Robber Another Intense Glare) You have exactly five seconds to get out of our sights right now before I start your early beating. One. Two.

The Robber: AHHHHHHHHH!!!! (Immediately Runs Away in Fear)

Vanilla: (Took a Deep Breath) Okay. (Turns Back to Vector) Now, shall we continue our stroll, Vector dear?

Vector: (Eyes and Mouth Are Still Widened) ..............

Vanilla: (Immediately Starts Getting Worried) Vector? V-Vector sweetheart, what's wrong? You're not saying anything and it's already worrying me.

Vector: ...................................

Vanilla: Vector, please say something! My heart can't take it if you don't tell me what's wrong!! Vector!!

Vector: (Geez.....I dunno why, but......(Starts Blushing) I think I'm starting to fall in love all over again~)

Vanilla: VECTORRRRRR!!!!!

Later that Night, At the Restaurant.......

Vector: You were actually in a biker gang once?

Vanilla: (Nodded) Yes. It was back when I finished college. I helped one of their members from getting themselves in a fight one day at the bar. (Giggles Softly) They've all noticed how protective I am, so they gave me the nickname, "Hot Fangs" and asked me to join. So I was a member of their gang for a year and a half.

Vector: (Already Impressed) No way. So you guys rode on motorcycle and everything?

Vanilla: (Smiles Brightly) Yep. We rode almost everywhere we wanted to go. I even drove a motorcycle myself once. It has been a very long time though. (Gives Vector A Playful and Somewhat Flirty Smirk) I would love to give you ride someday if you like, Vector darling~

Vector: (Starts Blushing Again) Y-Yeah! Sure! I-It's a date!.....You know.....W-Whenever you get a motorcycle or whatever......

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) You're so adorable when you get flustered like that~

Vector: ('Heh') Yeah.........Well.....You know.....

Vanilla: Hm?

Vector: This might be huge coincidence, but..... I'm guessing this was all after you gave birth to Cream, right?

Vanilla: (Simply Nodded) Once I was pregnant, I'd told everyone that I was leaving the gang. They were all so supportive about me leaving too that it even took me by surprise. But once I left that life behind me, I did everything I could to raise my sweet little angel for years to come and become the person I am now.

Vector: (Smiles Softly) A sweet, beautiful woman who loves and protect those she cares about. Am I right?

Vanilla: (Heart Begins to Melt in Happiness Holding Vector's Hand From Across the Table) I love you so much~

Vector: I love you too, 'hon~ You're even more amazing than I thought you'd be.

Vanilla: (Pouts at Vector) You better not think about saying that I am too good for you again, mister.

Vector: N-N-No! I-I'm not thinking about that at all! Honest! I was just saying all of that in general. (Rubbing the Back of His Head Back and Forth) In a way, you kind of inspired me to better myself almost everyday, you know?

Vanilla: (Smiles Softly) I'm so honored. You inspired me everyday as well, Vector.

Vector: Seriously?

Vanilla: (Happily Nodded) You're a hard-working detective who does his best to look after his two precious boys. Let's not forget that you're a very handsome crocodile whom I love oh so very much~ (Kiss the top of Vector's Hand)

Vector: (Blush Turns Bright Red) Geez, Vanilla......You gonna have me redder than Knuckles if you keep making me blush like that~

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) Well, it's the honest truth, my dear. You truly are handsome crocodile~

Vector: And you're a beautiful bunny. But I don't see you blushing.

Vanilla: That's because hearing you call me that makes me very happy everytime. I'm afraid that you, on the other hand, are simply too easy to be flustered~

Vector: (Slumped his Head Down on the Table in Embarrassment) Oh God, I am too easy.......How could this happen to me? I'm supposed to be the tough detective here!

Vanilla: (Smiles Softly While Softly Patting the Told of Vector's Hand) There, there, darling~ There's no need to be upset. How about after we leave here, I'll make it up to you with a nice, relaxing cuddle~ Does that sounds nice to you?~

Vector: ('Sigh') Yeah......(Got up From the Table and Gave Vanilla a Soft Smile) I'd really like that.

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#sonic series #vector the crocodile #vanilla the rabbit #cream the rabbit (mentioned)#cute romance #date night #vanilla x vector #lots and lots of fluff here #vanilla is best mom #and secretly a badass in disguise #vector loves every minute of it #swearing warning #have to edited it again to make it perfect. sorry about that

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sombrisaofficial · 5 years ago

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The Masked Stranger: A Sombrisa Fanfic (rated T for teen) Sombra x Orisa PART TWO!!

Summary: Sombra and Orisa’s dance is interrupted as the evening takes a turn for the dramatic!! Published for the Holidays in commemoration of the Sombra/Orisa & Mercy/Bastion pact.

Written by: Mod Brigitte and beta’d by the wonderful Mod Mei!

Word Count: 1,889

read part one here: https://sombrisaofficial.tumblr.com/post/182195417335/the-masked-stranger-a-sombrisa-fanfic-rated-e

The omnic approached her and Sombra was frozen in place. There before her was a quadrupedal omnic decorated in green and gold. Underneath her trimmings and decorations, Sombra could see she was also tan and brown. Beneath her black mask, her face was painted a bright and sunny orange and yellow, giving off a warm and friendly glow. The omnic had two decorated, lime horns, one on each side of her rounded head; They were draped in flashing lights and crystalized jewelry reminiscent of a flashy monarch. Her metallic plating was decorated for the event in golden markings of African origin, and she had intricate splashes of paint markings all over her body. Fresh carnations and violets were weaved into the expensive-looking tapestry on her back. Her appearance and demeanor were striking! What a magnificent beast of macherinary and software ingenuity! She was very handsome, indeed.

"Hello." Sombra managed to say. It was all she could manage.

"NGHGNdgngnNNGNghhhh" The mysterious stranger whinnied.

"Orisa, is it? A pleasure." Orisa. Orisa. Orisa. Sombra had never heard a name she wanted to say more of.

Orisa's eyes changed to reflect her mood and became curious and blinking lights.

"Oh you'd like to have a dance?" Sombra could hardly believe it. She was ecstatic.

"gHGNHWHHWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" Orisa stomped her hooves in agreement.

Sombra took Orisa's hands and the two began to move onto the dance floor. The room seemed to move in slow motion as they waltzed. It was a perfect moment that Sombra knew she'd look back fondly on later. Sombra never wanted this to end, however, there was more in surprise for that night than the two had bargained for.

One minute the ballroom was flush with lights, colors, and sounds and the next it was overcome with darkness and hushed quietness. No one spoke. The only thing that kept Sombra grounded was her fingers interlaced with Orisa's hands. What was going on?

She felt a sudden bump in the darkness as someone passed by her in a hurry. Her mind started to race. All of these rich people, in this type of setting? But perhaps she had just watched too many telenovelas as of late. This was the perfect place for a robbery or murder, she thought grimly. She let out a shout in protest but whoever it was was long gone. Some time went by. It had to have been a whole minute now surrounded by nothing but darkness. Suddenly, a blinding light sent Sombra's mind spinning. Orisa, startled by the intense light, backed up.

It was a milky white spotlight that focused directly on where one of the windows used to be visible. A tall, thin man dressed in something of a scarecrow costume called out.

"Nobody move! This is a robbery!" His voice was crackly and loud.

Called it, Sombra thought.

The man was holding onto the window sill. He was accompanied by a much larger man wearing a pirate shark costume. It was an Interesting duo, even if their methods of attaining wealth were a bit unconventional. Although, they were certainly prepared for the occasion. The blackout was an excellent idea as everyone seemed to be in a state of panic. She wondered who these masked strangers could be.

"A robbery by JUNKRAT AND ROADHOG!"

Oh.

"Place all your fancy jewels on that table over there!" Junkrat pointed a robotic arm towards the center of the room, to a table just adjacent to the dance floor. The table was fairly inconspicuous. On top of it was just a white tablecloth and a large swan ice sculpture, surrounded by a shallow bucket. "Earrings, necklaces, watches too! Anything of value put it on that table." He began to tap his peg leg impatiently. "Hurry it up."

Everyone looked around in panic as if they expected security to hurry in to their rescue at any second. But no security, human or ominc was present. Where had they gone?

"And why should we do that!" A man dressed in a solid wool two piece suit spoke up.

"I'm glad you asked" Junkrat chuckled and held up a remote. He made a show with his hands as he fiddled with the device. Roadhog, even through his mask, looked exasperated.

"WAIT! Don't press it! We will do as you say." A woman shouted. She was tall, and slim and dressed in a luxury, floor-length, white Vienna gown. The sleeves of which were lace-trimmed and expertly fitted. Her black hair was done up in a way that showcased her diamond earrings, which she was in the process of taking off. Sombra immediately recognized her as the leader of Russia, Katya Volskaya. "Don't any of you watch the news? They've obviously planted explosives beforehand. These are dangerous criminals." She was the first to set her earrings on the table.

"Why thank you." Junkrat took a short bow, nearly falling off the windowsill. "Now you lot, keep them coming!"

One by one, people hesitantly started putting their valuables on the table. Orisa went besides the table and shook her entire body with a thunderous rumble. Jewels from her horns and flowers from her back fell together onto the table. Sombra realized that she hadn't yet contributed.

"What have you there?" A familiar voice sounded besides her. Angela peeked over her shoulder. "I only had a watch. It wasn't cheap but I could live without it."

"I have a necklace." Sombra touched the necklace gingerly before admitting. "Well, it's borrowed."

"Ah." Angela hardly reacted. "Ah, well."

"Ah well is right. I better put it up." Before Sombra had the chance to reach the table, the lights went out again. This time, the people in the ballroom stayed silent.

When the lights came back on, around thirty seconds later, the scene was notably strange. Eyes darted around the room and people exchanged quick words to ask if anything was different. From higher up, even Junkrat looked confused. So the second blackout had nothing to do with them...

A scream interrupted throughout the ballroom. Besides the banquet table, a person, finely dressed in a sequined piece with matching gloves and a feathered boa had fallen to their knees - which were nearly covered in tall peacock-printed boots with four inch heels, pointed at the toes- the person’s face warped in anguish.

"S-She's dead!" The person screamed out.

"Who?" A tall Italian man ran to the person's side and looked to where they were pointing. He was dressed in a chic two piece black suit, with an omnic tech chest piece engraved near the front giving the suit a dignified but innovative look. His silver shoes only complimented the whole piece more. He shouted out. "Paramedic?! Is there a doctor here? A woman's fainted!"

Within a moment, a crowd had gathered besides the banquet table. Even with her heels, Sombra could barely see past the looming heads. But she could see Angela Ziegler make her way to where the passed out body lay cold. A woman in a white dress lay slumped against the table. It was Katya Volskaya.

Angela pressed her fingers against Katya's wrist, then listened against her chest. With one disheartened look, Angela looked where her watch would be before sighing and asking a bystander for the time. "Time of death, 10:10 pm" She stated.

The crowd, as well as the two thieves who were in the middle of robbing them, were speechless. There was an uncomfortable air surrounding the ballroom. Moments later, the lights flickered, and a generator sounded. Heavy metal sheets slid down over the windows and Junkrat and Roadhog were forced to jump down below, landing shakily. The detonator remote Junkrat was holding felt out of his reach and hit the floor, shattering into irreparable pieces. He frantically tried to gather the remnants but was unsuccessful.

"The security has been restored!" Someone shouted. "We've gone into a lockdown!"

"With a murderer!?" A woman screamed.

"And with thieves!" Angela shouted and pointed. "Someone apprehend them!" A crowd began to swarm the two men and soon they no longer posed a threat.

Suddenly Sombra realized how very alone she was. She clasped her hands and looked around the room, looking to see if Orisa was okay. She was standing at the far end of the buffet table next to the stacked tea cakes and champagne.

"Orisa." Sombra whispered. "Orisa!" She waved her hand in front of Orisa who seemed to be in screensaver mode. Suddenly Orisa's eyes focused on her.

"Glad you're okay." Sombra said casually. Her mind was buzzing a mile a minute, but she didn't want Orisa to worry. "Crazy, huh? A murder."

Orisa shook her head up and down and let out a neigh and Sombra knew. She knew it was impossible to keep everything bottled up around Orisa. Sombra could be herself around her and Orisa would understand. It was unreasonable to keep blocking everyone out from how she was feeling. She couldn't let anyone know how really vulnerable she was, but with Orisa she could. "Alright." Sombra said as she ushered Orisa to a more secluded spot.

"Truth is. This is more than I bargained for," Sombra begain "-I'm not even supposed to be here. When the cops show up it's going to be hard to keep a low profile while they investigate everyone. Dios mío, I shouldn't have come tonight."

Orisa whinnied and turned her whole body to face her, quizzically.

"But I'm glad I did." Sombra confessed with a sigh. "It was nice... meeting you."

Orisa whinnied, a long series of electronic chirps and whirrs. Orisa was right, she didn't always have to keep up her facade of a person who had all the cards. Sombra was glad she had someone now who could know her. Just through her words alone, Sombra could tell Orisa was an intellectual.

"Thank you." Sombra brushed a piece of stray hair behind her ear. "Would it be alright if we stay here for a bit before facing the others again? Can we stay, just like this?"

Orisa whinnied. Sombra pressed their foreheads together and they stayed silent. As the night went on, people started to sit in groups on the floor. There was a rumor that the police were on there way and everyone should sit tight but as minutes dragged into hours, uncertainty slowly turned into an icy fear.

Sombra and Orisa continued to share a corner. Orisa had circled twice and seated herself on the floor by a pillar and Sombra leaned into her metallic flank. She leaned up against Orisa and listened closely. Somewhere deep inside Orisa, she could hear mechanical whirring and the soft clicking. A mechanical heartbeat, she thought. Sombra wondered if while sitting this close, Orisa could hear her own heart beating. A deep blush spread over her face.

Orisa kept quiet for as long as it took Sombra to calm down. Five minutes past... then ten. Sombra felt her eyelids grow heavy as she let her mind drift to sleep. An hour must have flown by peacefully because she was suddenly awakened by her cellphone. There was an incoming text from Gabriel.

Gabe!! He was okay!!

Sombra gave the text a quick read.

'The police aren't coming. On the right is a grand staircase, you need to come to the second floor library now. You're in danger.'

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