#I hope u guys like it!! I took waaay too long on it

[niightfiend]

A Meow Skulls x Jules concept I created since Meowdas came out :)

[vinvantae]

for the bringing the f1 grid to a nascar request!! would u do george, lewis, charles, and lando? thank u sm!!

Okay so I know nothing, nada, zilch about NASCAR so I turned to my fave American @formulaforza who wrote some prompts for me. Thank you Mackie 😘 x

Got a little carried away with George at the end 👀

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Lewis

When you suggested taking Lewis to NASCAR, you expected him to turn his nose up - the sport just wasn’t as refined and delicate as Formula 1. But he was ecstatic, and within days a paddock pass was draped into your lap. He wanted to get up and close and personal with the action before the race, have you close by his side as he listened to overcomplicated lectures from members of the team.

And when the race finally started, he was enthralled- shouting louder than you think you’d ever heard him as the cars fought on track. Cheering and whooping, the brightest of smiles on his face as he leant down to whisper - well shout with how loud it was - into your ear.

“This is brilliant! We should do this more often!”

You grinned at him and playfully smacked the brim of his cap. “If I had known you’d be such a NASCAR nut I would’ve bought you waaay sooner!”

“It’s definitely our thing now.”

The two of you shared one more playful grin before turning your attention back to the track - just in time to see two cars wipe each other out and gasp with the crowd.

Charles

“It's not too dissimilar to F1.” You explained, as the two of you climbed the steps of the grandstands to find your seats. “Friday is practice, Saturday is qualifying and Sunday is the race.”

“Yeah but… we don’t do hundreds of laps.” He frowned, “What did you say this was, 200 laps?”

“Yeah, this one is, but some are up to 400. But it’s in stages.” You hummed softly, bursting out laughing when you caught the shocked look on his face - the most laps in F1 being at his home circuit, a measly 78. “You’ll understand it, love I promise.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, nodding - still as confused as before. You linked your fingers with his. “Okay, so the first two stages are 65 laps long - the top 10 get points. Winner gets 11, 2nd 9, 3rd 8 etc… the winner of the third stage gets 40, and all the way down to 40th gets points. Well most of the time”

“Wait Forty? How many cars are there?”

“Forty. They all get points in the 3rd stage. 36 of them are reserved for drivers of teams that own charters.”

His eyes flickered across your face. “I don’t think I’m ever going to fully understand this… but if it’s important to you I’ll give it a go.”

“Thank you baby. You’ll have fun, I promise.”

Lando

“What are you doing, Lan?”

You watched with a playful smile as your boyfriend stood up to peer over the track into Victory Lane. “…I was kind of hoping we’d see a fist fight or two. I was told people are always fighting each other.”

“Not always.” You laughed, tugging at his wrist. “Sit down. Besides, they’ve gotta race first, you idiot. They need a reason to fight each other.”

He whined softly, plonking down in the seat beside you - resting his head on your shoulder. “Are the fights good?”

“Oh yeah, sometimes people do shit during races too - like this guy hit someone else and took off most of his door so when the guy came back around he literally threw the door at him.” You hummed, squeezing his thigh. “I hope there’s a fight just for you.”

His smile alone was worth it. “Hell yeah.”

George

“Georgie, are you even paying attention?” You whined softly, using the tip of your finger to redirect your boyfriend’s longing gaze back towards the track.

“Sorry, darling, you’re just very distracting.” He teased softly, looping his arm around your middle so he could haul you closer. “What did I miss?”

“Depends, how long were you staring at me?” Your voice had a teasing lilt.

His cheeks flushed a little. “…uh, longer than I care to admit. Fill me in?”

George watched as you explained, gestating wildly and pointing to the cars on the track - and he found himself getting lost in you again. Although most… all of it was going straight over his head, he loved how passionate you were about it and that was enough.

He blinked a few times when he realised you weren’t speaking anymore, your brow raised. “…what did I just say, George?”

“Something about Joey… lasagna?” He winced.

You burst out laughing, shoving his shoulder lightly. “Logano! My god, Russell, I’m going to have to get your ears tested.”

“Love, my ears aren’t the problem.” George pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’ll make you a compromise. You name three drivers by the time the race is done - I’ll let you do that thing you’ve been asking for in the bedroom.”

His breath hitched before he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one more intense. “Deal.”

He managed to name all 40, and turns out there was more than one thing he’d been asking for… and who were you to deny him?

[worldwright]

Okay so good evening, I waaay too early but rough day

I had to go to the vet for Laika with my mother, and well, I love my dog but I can difficulty stand my mother

Funny thing tho, there was a man holding the door for us and he said "Ma'am, Sir", so good, I wasn't misgendered and then my mother made a sound because of the sir, and the guy said "Sirs, I fucking don't know with y'all anymore"

so my mom got misgendered. which isn't that rare, since she looks like a butch. She just, idk how to put it gently, votes for one of the far-right parties in France.

And then I came home and the bitch (idk if you remember her) i told about my attempt so she could inform my professors about my absence and all. that fucking bitch went and asked me how i feel.

she didn't check on me since i dropped out. i talked a bit and fucking told her everything she did, and then had the balls to tell me "i'm not responsible for your attempts" I DIDNT SAY THAT YOU FUCKING BITCH

LIKE GOOD LORD GIRLYPOP, GET FUCKING REAL, ID TOLD YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN MY NAME AND NOT TO MISGENDER ME AND SHE STILL DID THAT THIS EVENING

i hope she dies alone. i don't want her dead, but i want her to be alone the day she dies.

have a wonderful morning my friend, i'll go read fics because fuck that's why. and to know that i didnt feel that good this morning, her coming to talk to me over on snapchat didn't help. fuckin hypocritical bitch.

at least we'll meet the new kitty tomorrow.

wow Ouch, rough day :')

at least u got to see ur dog?? dog will never misgender u <3

magnus archives season 5 is SO FUCKING FUN i know you may want to listen in the future so i won't spoil it, but holy shitttt the stars aligned for it to be so perfect for the time it came out. and also there's a 15-minute long poem about peeling people's faces off 👍👍

kinda feeling better? i mean i still have like four emails to respond to and meds to refill and cover letter to edit and and and... but i took out the trash and that makes my apartment somewhere i can stand to be in again

hope your fics help, have a lovely evening friend!!

[unclewaynemunson]

hellooooo there :) for the character game thing i was gonna suggest robin, but since you have already done her i’m gonna be my basic ass self and say eddie and also mike.

hitting you with two because i’m curious! (if you only wanna do one of them that’s coolio too of course) :))

have a wonderful day! <3

Yaaay thank you!

Eddie:

favorite thing about them: the fact that he never gives up. He's way braver than he gives himself credit for, repeating senior year twice and multiple times choosing to fight while he didn't necessarily have to.

least favorite thing about them: that we haven't seen him interact with Wayne :((((

favorite line: "Forced conforming, that's what's killing the kids." U R SO RIGHT SAY IT LOUDER

brOTP: i loved his dynamic with Dustin <3

OTP: steddie obviously

nOTP: i'm not a big fan of hellcheer tbh. i do like them as friends but i very much see eddie as a gay guy who doesn't understand the difference between friendly and flirty behaviour lol

random headcanon: he believes that he owes Wayne his life and it's very important for him to repay his uncle for that, even though Wayne would never expect anything in return. Eddie takes Wayne on a roadtrip "back home" to the south as soon as he has the money to do that, and when Wayne gets old Eddie and Steve happily take him in to have him live with them.

unpopular opinion: I honestly don't like anything to do with rockstar!eddie. I honestly think that would be very bad for him and a quiet, somewhat regulated life (with the band as just a hobby) would make him way happier.

song i associate with them: Can you handle my love by Walk the Moon, it's completely filled with eddie-coded lyrics (go listen to it it's a banger!!!)

favorite picture of them: SO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM but i really love this one a lot bc he looks so happy and innocent here i hope this counts bc it's not technically an eddie pic lol

Mike:

favorite thing about them: i really liked how he was a refuge for El back in s1

least favorite thing about them: i guess his character development. sounds a bit mean maybe but he started out as a sweetheart and an extremely loyal friend, and over the course of the story he developed into a mopey teenager who complained about everything and treated so many of his friends badly (yes i know, he's a traumatized teenager, but as a character he's just not that compelling to me, sorry)

favorite line: "I only have like $3.50, so it's hard."

brOTP: is it bad that i don't really have one?

OTP: sorry bylers but i don't have an OTP for mike :/ i don't really have strong opinions about him and will together tbh. i care way more about El's and Will's storylines than about Mike's love life if that makes sense

nOTP: i really, really don't like him with El. maybe their dynamic was kinda sweet in s1, but i wanna see el grow into her own person and learn to value friendship over relationships.

random headcanon: when Nancy comes out to her family and Ted the Reagan Supporter™ is being totally shitty about it, Mike is the one who fiercely comes to her defense and keeps standing up for her. Underneath their constant bickering, they love each other so much, and he will always have her back.

unpopular opinion: i don't think it's super unpopular but he is very much NOT the heart of the group, like Will said. That's either Will, Dustin or Lucas, but definitely not Mike, who is actually responsible for most of their fights

song i associate with them: Stranger in town by Toto (I don't really have a good reason for this one other than that I think Mike would be a toto fan and vibe with this song)

favorite picture of them: it took me waaay too long to find this one but:

[lavender-annd-lilac]

So…. 👉👈this popped up on my dash and I was like:

ok I’ve got some time before bed. It’s 2.5k words, and from the warnings it seems like it’s about sexy stuff so there prob won’t be that many opportunities for me to go off on random tangents. Let’s give this a read!!

later: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HAVE I DONE (actually it’s less than that bc I quote u a lot so hahaha it’s maybe like… half?)

anyway idk what happened here😵‍💫. I guess I really got into it lol. Kind of feel bad just dumping it bc I feel like authors feel obliged to read comments so it’s like I’m giving u homework😬… but just pretend I’m a sub so it anything I assign won’t get checked anyway 😂

And I know I just made that big post about what to expect from my comments, but I’ll still include this in case some random person happens to be reading

⚠️My usual disclaimer: nervous attempts at humour = my love language and the only way I know how to show appreciation for things I enjoy. Advance apologies for anything that might offend 😅

it took a damn long time to notify him of one simple need.

I hate delayed notifications. Getting an email to call and confirm my appointment a week before my actual appointment?

🙅‍♀️

DUDE, I need at least a months notice to emotionally prepare myself to make a phone call ok??? U can’t just drop things on me like that smh

the next item on his docket to accomplish if he’s truly set on being a real boy is— well… it’s fucking.

Pinnochio trapped inside a giant whale: well great. Someone couldn’t have told me that sooner??

That trauma and healing requires the body to prioritize in whichever way that’s best for it, so some functions would be delayed indefinitely and return later in their own time.

I feel like this is the stuff doctors say when they have no idea of what’s happening so they’re just like:

of course we know how to manage your recovery!

What can u expect? Well, the body is just going to do whatever, so we can’t really give u any specifics…

But we’re pretty sure your recovery is going to take approximately…. an indefinite amount of time.

Byeeee don’t call if u have any further questions 😃👋

dust floating in a beam of sunlight

Whoa, this is like erotica for cats 😳 didn’t really expect this level of spicy tbh

pair of legs dancing through the kitchen making lunch

Nobody:

Me: hahaha you’re telling me a pair of legs made this lunch? I hope they washed their toes!

*crickets*

Me: bc like… ok u know the joke about shrimp fried rice??? And the boot cut jeans???

Me: get it??? Get it???

The guards outside my cell at Arkham Asylum: settle down over there!!! Bad enough we have to deal with this Joker asshole, we don’t need two of u 🙄

you scoot across hardwood bumping open drawers shut with your hip, and bumping him impishly by way of apology, too

Whoa… is reader… SHAKIRA???

The kind of hard-hitting no shit moment you get when someone tells you the answer to a riddle you’ve been chewing on for hours

This is how I felt when I found out the snap sound when u snap ur fingers if from your finger hitting your palm and not your finger rubbing against your thumb

🤯

an anthropomorphic, raging desire to fuck, and fuck, and fuck.

I mean, isn’t this what men are anyway? Isn’t this the scientific definition of being a man? I think he’s made a full recovery doc!!

Erections are bothersome at best and debilitating at worst

*Justin Timberlake falsetto* 🎵cry me a river🎵

Lol ok yes I’m being unfair to this character…. but like if any other guy said this, I’d be like “if u think erections are debilitating, try bleeding out of your dick for a week every month while simultaneously feeling like your insides are being clawed out while u are being punched in the stomach…oh where does the blood go? Well, u actually have to buy these products with your own money to deal with that. Bc it’s your own problem, u know? Your thing sounds waaay worse and more inconvenient tho, for sure 🙃”

Bucky’s cock is springing to life every half hour like a goddamn jackknife.

Dude… I think… your jackknife is possessed? I think every jackknife you’ve ever seen has been possessed??? They shouldn’t just open by themselves like that

👻

He locks himself inside his room— that suite with the shared bath and double sink

Idk how much Avengers get paid but like… I’d be pissed if my job was to save the world every day and I couldn’t afford a place with enough bathrooms for me to have my own private bathroom

😒

Your lips that have resuscitated him after falling into a river—lips that feel like they’re breathing him back to life now—he knows are the softest.

LMAO WHAT??? He’s just going to casually mention a near death by drowning? Lol ok

🐟

Do you wonder about him? When you smile at him over your shoulder, foot in your bedroom doorway as if propping an invitation open, is that something? Those nights you go on half-hearted dates and come back early, shrugging, “Dunno, felt weird to— I don’t know,” and plop back down, contented to be next to him. Is that something, too?

Wow, who would have thought my paranoid tendency to question everything and see conspiracy theories everywhere would have given me the ability to emphasize with this traumatized man rediscovering his sexuality. Amazing.

🫥

He’s not 16, 20, 23

Me: what do these numbers mean??? Is it a code??? Is there a sleeper agent somewhere reading this and feeling a strong and sudden urge to assassinate a high level politician?

*remembers what I just wrote about my paranoia* haha oh ya nvm 😅

The government agent monitoring my online activity: phew 😮‍💨 that was close

😬

Seventy years later and he’s a steel column of muscle and firepower

He’s… the exhaust pipe on a car?

🚗💨

lol but ok

Pause ⏸️

Note to the author: I just want to say that when I write shit like this I’m not having a go at your writing haha

I actually think this is a really evocative way to describe someone’s body without using the conventional imagery of like marble statue, or toned, taut muscles, etc.

If I had to comment on this in the context of academic discourse or some other kind of formal analysis I’d prob say sthg like:

The comparison to steel conveys a sense of strength and toughness, while the column emphasizes how his muscles are sturdy, solid. “Firepower” as a descriptor stands out bc it’s not a word we usually associate with bodies or organic matter. It’s a term we associate with force, danger, hostility even - unless it is kept under control.

When accompanied by the metaphor of a “steel column” we get the sense that this is someone who is used to thinking of himself as more machine than man - a machine that has been fine tuned and well built - but something mechanical nonetheless. This makes sense given his background of having been used as a sentient “tool” by Hydra for decades.

But like, who wants to read that lmaooo 🤣 the exhaust pipe is funnier😤😤😤, and honestly, I always feel kind of weird doing that literature analysis stuff bc in the back of my mind I’m like…. But what if this isn’t what they wanted to say at all and I’m just grossly misinterpreting them?? 😖

At least with the exhaust pipe thing it’s like a clear and deliberate misinterpretation that is obviously mean to be humorous 🤷‍♀️

lol idk where I was going with this I think I just wanted to say like, that even tho it seems like I’m just riffing or writing an SNL skit that gets cut for time, I do recognize and appreciate the craftsmanship that goes into your writing 👍

Anyway *puts jester hat back on* shall we continue?

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use that newfound strength in his hips to make you his girl

I can see this being a line in a Drake x Shakira collab

Damn, I reused the Shakira reference… need to get my head back in the game after all that serious talk 😾

Bucky’s got a quarter-empty bottle of lotion on his side table.

Oh Bucky, don’t be such a pessimist. It’s not a quarter empty, it’s three quarters full!!

he’s too distracted with it sliding out of his fist, painting his cock

Me: Are u telling me an indeterminate amount of unscented lotion escaped a man’s grip and then proceeded to make this painting of a penis???

Arkham Asylum guards: let’s just kill her and say Scarecrow got out or something

🙄

Grip clumsy and impatient

Me, being chased by guards down the hallway while the Benny Hill music plays in the background:

HA! NO wonder the lotion escaped!!!

Guards:

He shudders uncontrollably, gasping out loud with the wind knocked out of him, and arches up toward the ceiling like he might levitate.

I feel like a lot of self care was mistaken for demonic possession back in the day. Idk why. Just seems like it

🤷‍♀️

He can’t recall if voyeurism was ever his kink, but just this once, maybe it can be.

Yo, I vibe with this. Not necessarily the voyeurism part but the feeling of, “if u gave me a shovel I could dig it”.

Like, I’m not a huge fan of Dancing With the Stars, but I could be, if the right star was dancing, u know?

💫

There’s a rhythm of folded knees, thighs squeezed together in pulses

That’s crazy to be able to like hear a knee being folded. Him and Matt Murdock should have like, some kind of listening competition or something.

👂

rolls out of bed to brush his teeth and shower

2 types of ppl in this world:

those who shower at night ✅

those who shower in the morning

Personally, I prefer night bc like, what is the point of showering in the morning just to get dirty during the day and then go to sleep covered in dirt like a dirt person? Wouldn’t u rather go to sleep as a clean person? Just my (correct) opinion tbh.

🌚🚿✅

You scrub in gentle circles, leaning over to spit and rinse

Dang, reader has better brushing technique when she’s hungover than I do when I’m wide awake and hyper focused on trying not to overbrush my teeth

🦷

He pats off his cheeks, brushes his own teeth with one hand next, the other reaching sideways to

Wait, am I misunderstanding something lol or do some people double grip their tooth brushes like a sword?

Does he usually brush his teeth with both hands? Two toothbrushes for twice the efficiency? One toothbrush for the top teeth and one for the bottom teeth?

I can see Hydra brainwashing him to do this for whatever experimental reason and then no one having the heart to tell him it’s fucking weird after he gets into a better headspace tbh.

🙊

He thinks about how easily a mutual fantasy can come true

The part of my brain that refuses to process positive emotions like hope, or happiness: Hey dude, don’t count your chickens yet or whatever they say. Like, what if he was just dreaming about her dreaming about him and he didn’t actually hear shit? What if

The other part of my brain that just wants some serotonin:

Haha wow, did u make it to the end? Are u looking for the post credits scene? Well keep looking bc all there is here is some MORE TEXT after ALL THAT TEXT!

Uh yeah I liked how I felt like this could go either way while I was reading. Not that telegraphing a “happy” ending or an “angsty” ending is bad, but I liked how my enjoyment of the fic didn’t hinge on the ending…

like this could have turned out to be a Russel Crowe and his “roommate” in “A Beautiful Mind” scenario and I would have been like huh, what a sophisticated rickroll what a great character study 😌

Now here’s some actual serotonin for your brain 😂

patiently waiting for the bucky version of slow hands *sip*

a/n: i got u, boo. here is bucky’s version of “slow hands”. the title is from Kendrick Lamar’s “Poetic Justice”. 2.5k words, which is long for me these days, WOW.

warnings: masturbation, slight voyeurism, being horny drunk, & a mention of trauma recovery, etc. 18+ only please!

brooklyn after dark masterlist

dark room, perfume*

It takes Bucky about six months before he realizes that for all his body’s success at convalescence, for all its attempts to recalibrate into some facsimile of normalcy, it took a damn long time to notify him of one simple need.

Either traitorous or plain stupid, a portion of his brain suddenly decides to understand that besides breathing, eating, drinking, and sleeping, the next item on his docket to accomplish if he’s truly set on being a real boy is— well… it’s fucking.

He was warned a lot could take a while to catch up. That trauma and healing requires the body to prioritize in whichever way that’s best for it, so some functions would be delayed indefinitely and return later in their own time.

Apparently, “indefinitely” meant six months and “return” meant a reappearance like a wrecking ball, an atomic bomb, the Big-fucking-Bang.

He arrives at this conclusion in the afternoon. Two o’clock on a leisurely Saturday with the T.V. droning in the background and dust floating in a beam of sunlight. A stream of hot white slashing across the air and on the pair of legs dancing through the kitchen making lunch.

Hair sleep-wild, shirt crumpled and tucked in with two fingers into the hem of your shorts, you scoot across hardwood bumping open drawers shut with your hip, and bumping him impishly by way of apology, too. Woke up late after night of watching movies and you had promised to make breakfast, but due to tardiness, elected on lunch instead.

He’s baffled when it hits him. The kind of hard-hitting no shit moment you get when someone tells you the answer to a riddle you’ve been chewing on for hours, trying to decipher that missing component you just can’t get a grip on. And when the answer wakes up your brain, and your brain face-palms itself, you’re walloped with both relief and irritation.

In Bucky’s case, he’s walloped with the scent of spearmint toothpaste and soap-clean skin only lightly musky. Saltiness lingering from an evaporated sheen of sweat, a dampness that dried over, previously wet from a specific type of touch.

You sail beneath his nose, ducking into the opened refrigerator, and that scent— that intoxicating sweetness he remembers pulling out of past lovers, sucking off his fingers, savoring in his throat— crashes into him with its entire, terrifying, exhilarating implication.

Fuck.

He’s dried tinder shoved into a firepit, aflame head to toe. It goes up his fingertips, his knuckles, his arms and shoulders and every dormant nerve begins to unstitch towards you. He feels it, his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes rolling, spine tingling, the hollow of his throat bobbing at new knowledge.

Last night, after corking up the wine bottle and cleaning the scatter of empty chip bowls and hummus plates, you washed your face, giggly. And then you said goodnight with a woozy grin, your finger on the light switch, and then—

You touched yourself.

And the idea of that— the lightning storm of many ideas, the flash flood of thoughts he viscerally half-knows, now half-experiencing for the first time is too, too much.

He splits.

The bathroom door’s latched before you can ask him where he’s going. The shower gushes freezing cold water and Bucky stands beneath it with one hand on the tile for support. He’s panting, shivering, squeezing his eyes shut until he can call himself a sentient person and not just an anthropomorphic, raging desire to fuck, and fuck, and fuck.

-

He staves it off for an evening but he’s not stupid. Erections are bothersome at best and debilitating at worst and now his body is on a warpath.

How has he survived? What the hell has he been doing, living with you, sitting on the living room couch sharing blankets, watching T.V., mundanely passing his time with all work and no play like a celibate dumbass?

Is that why Sam’s been giving him those shit-eating grins as he angles his head to the left, drawling phrases like “how’s being co-ed’s workin’ out”, “you learn anything new”, “getting back into the swing of things yet”?

Swinging is… an understatement.

Bucky’s cock is springing to life every half hour like a goddamn jackknife. He locks himself inside his room— that suite with the shared bath and double sink countertop where you brush your teeth and grin at him before bed.

Bed.

Where you lie your pretty head down with your minty fresh lips parting like a full moon split in half, fingertips exploring yourself beneath sheets. Or, you might be the kind of girl who sleeps naked, who peels off her clothes and stretches out on the duvet, shameless, effortless, gorgeous.

It rocks him to the core how much he misses sex. He can’t believe he forgot about sex.

The curves of a woman’s figure, the softness of her lips. Your lips that have resuscitated him after falling into a river—lips that feel like they’re breathing him back to life now—he knows are the softest. The back of your knees, the inside of your wrists, that high spot on your spine his thumb pressed down on once as he guided you through a crowd, seemingly innocent places that make you think twice. He could spark something inside you there, so that when you slink away on nights like last night, he’ll be sure you’re wondering about him.

Do you wonder about him? When you smile at him over your shoulder, foot in your bedroom doorway as if propping an invitation open, is that something? Those nights you go on half-hearted dates and come back early, shrugging, “Dunno, felt weird to— I don’t know,” and plop back down, contented to be next to him. Is that something, too?

It doesn’t help that he dreams, wading off, unable to stop his mind from roving deeper into the last notion he had. Try as he might to steer himself into safer waters, he drifts out to sea and toward the figment of your touch.

So, he touches you back, and realizes his body remembers how to move in all the ways he used to and better. He’s not 16, 20, 23. He’s not at the tail end of a gangly period of growth or entombed by the standards of a cloistered, virtuous decade. He’s not starved thin on rations, scrambling in an alleyway behind a dusty bar and up a waitress’ skirt.

No, he’s looked in the mirror since then. Seventy years later and he’s a steel column of muscle and firepower, confident inside his demigod’s body.

He could be dominant, if that’s what you asked of him— and you might, hovering there in the black hole of his desire. You might ask him to hold your wrists above your head and scrape his teeth along your throat, use that newfound strength in his hips to make you his girl.

He should have fucked you a long time ago on the couch to the soundtrack of a forgotten movie. On the counter, interrupting breakfast, scrabbling for something to grip, knocking shit over, too fevered to care.

He’d do you right. Do you long and good and how you deserve.

“Buck—" you’d cry for him, “Can’t believe we haven’t done this before.”

“Yeah,” he’d say, “You’re so fucking warm, and hot, and my god, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. Gonna get up inside you, baby, gonna open you up, gonna ruin you for everyone else.”

Did he have a dirty mouth back then? He can’t remember. It feels natural, though.

Bucky’s got a quarter-empty bottle of lotion on his side table. Snagged from beneath the sink and unscented for sensitive skin because you said it’d be best since strong fragrances might irritate or trigger him, and you weren’t wrong about that. He wants to laugh at the irony, but he’s too distracted with it sliding out of his fist, painting his cock. He’s dead tired from trying to regulate himself all day along with dodging you, lying about it, just fucking stressing.

It took some convincing, but you gave him space. 10 feet away from his trembling insides and on the other side of the door, you mentioned that you’ve been meaning to get drinks with Wanda for a while now and he could always text you. Thanks, and you’re welcome, get a taxi and have fun, see you later bye bye, and then he was safe.

His body wants to go to sleep. But it also really wants to come.

He starts almost too fast. Grip clumsy and impatient but he remembers this part: when pleasure becomes the only thing you want, so you want to prolong it and prolong it. He lets go, lets his hand rest on his thigh, takes a few shallow breaths and tries again.

This time, almost delicate. His hand is relaxed when he eases into it, allowing the underside of his shaft a slow glide, the tip of his cock a featherlight pass over his callused palm.

And then, rapid fire. Your gorgeous tits in his mouth, slapped at and bitten. Your clit, rubbed hard and fast. Your lips, kissed until bruised, then further by his cock thrusting inside. The gloss of perspiration beading on your collar and chest and how your hips would look as you sat on your knees and when you sucked him to the edge of orgasm—Bucky squeezes and pulls off, then he does it again, the drag of his fist making a delicious, sloppy sound—he thinks he’d want to flip you over.

Scratch that. He wants to see you. Wants to witness the swollen rim of your open mouth, the silent request to swallow him.

That knocks him over. He tips all the way off and damn prolonging the pleasure; there was no way he could have with the kind of visual playing out in his mind.

Bucky comes so much it’s astonishing. He shudders uncontrollably, gasping out loud with the wind knocked out of him, and arches up toward the ceiling like he might levitate. And then, on the comedown, because being backed up for who knows how long wound him up for the kind of orgasm that decides to return for an encore, he comes again.

His balls hurt afterwards, and his eyes will hardly stay open, and the fog in his room is a haze of semen and sweat, but his head’s finally clear now and he’s got enough willpower to clean up and crack the window.

His back hits the mattress and he’s out like a light.

-

A car door shutting wakes him up.

A clatter of heels up porch steps, a muffled “shit!”, the deadbolt latching, and then keys and a purse tossed onto the carpet.

You’re home.

Bucky looks over to the clock. 2:34, and you’re stumbling in and cursing yourself with, “Sorrysorrysorry,” hushed, to an empty room, “Nnnnn—gotta wash up— shit, shit, Buck’s asleep. Do it in the kitchen. Yeah, okay.”

He’s still exhausted from earlier, so he settles on drifting back to sleep, maybe waking you up in the morning with a big mug of coffee for that inevitable hangover you’ll have. Business as usual because he’s got it out of his system and his body will return back to normal for a bit. He might have to schedule it in once a day, but he’ll figure it out. Besides, it’s just a private fantasy, safe and sound, contained in his head.

Adults have fantasies. He’ll get over it.

He yawns and grins when your hip bumps the counter, your feet pattering away, and the kitchen faucet turns on with a rush. You’re such a considerate dope. Three sheets to the wind but you still manage to lock the door, turn off all the lights, and keep the banging around to a minimum. He’s glad to have you.

Another yawn. He’s asleep again.

-

“Mmm…”

He wakes up for the second time.

It’s barely audible at first, especially if he was still an oblivious celibate, but now it’s like his ears can comprehend a new language, like all his capabilities have been unlocked.

Or maybe it’s just because you’re off your face and don’t remember he’s got that super hearing thing.

He can’t recall if voyeurism was ever his kink, but just this once, maybe it can be. His curiosity takes hold, lights up upon hearing a stifled groan of two syllables that sound surprisingly like his name. If he focuses, he can dampen the nighttime outside his window, smother out the air conditioning and—

“Bucky… that’s… oh, it feels so good…”

His cock springs back to life.

There’s a rhythm of folded knees, thighs squeezed together in pulses, fingers reaching between them, and the hot, pleading breaths you puff into the clamped grasp of your hand. Even your heart, wildly banging around in your chest. He takes note of the tempo and dives beneath the waistband of his boxers, keeping pace.

“There, faster… don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He thinks, I won’t, and finds it a little quaint how this entire thing seems to be mutual, after all.

-

He wakes for a third time, in the late morning, and rolls out of bed to brush his teeth and shower. He definitelysmells like sex, and when he opens the door to the bathroom, you’re already at the counter, also smelling like sex. Bucky slyly looks down and adjusts himself, tilting his groin away and out of view.

“Mornin’” You rub at your temple, hungover. “Think you were in my dream last night,” you say absently, blinking out the sleep, ungracefully squeezing toothpaste onto your toothbrush where it falls off in a goopy pile. You scrub in gentle circles, leaning over to spit and rinse, and come back up wet and bleary. As Bucky washes his face, you tug his towel from the rack.

He pats off his cheeks, brushes his own teeth with one hand next, the other reaching sideways to swipe a rolling bead of water off your neck, purposefully running his thumb up your throat.

Low and encouraging, he asks, “Yeah? Was it a good dream?”

You blink in quick flutters at that, surprised and abruptly reliving a fuzzy memory, a prickle of dew casting itself over your brow.

“Y-yes,” you stutter, sudden heat rippling off your body, that lovely perfume of incoming arousal rising to meet him. When you stumble back, flustered, he holds you still, sets you on your shaky feet.

Bucky licks his lips, thinks about how maybe this won’t be a thing he’ll simply get over, how he is quite glad to have you, and maybe he can have more of you, too.

He thinks about how easily a mutual fantasy can come true and murmurs, “That’s good, sweetheart. That’s real good.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

All in a Day’s Work!

A gift for my very talented and very cute friend, Kana (aka @shimmeryspark​)! ;u;

To clarify, the “Shrimp” mentioned in this piece is not MC/Yuu! “Shrimp” is Kana’s Octavinelle student OC! (I recommend checking out the character sheet after reading, since the artwork gives away the twist ending!)

Imagine this...

The evening cast its somber net over Night Raven College, throwing its buildings into darkness. What few lights remained glowed faintly amidst the creeping shadows—like lost souls in the depths of the sea. A chilling breeze swept by, kicking up a torrent of leaves. 

Beckoning to him.

Octa A shivered, wrapping his jacket around himself even tighter, as he stepped out into the waiting night. With each step that he took, the trash bag at his side seemed to grow heavier and heavier. The shadows themselves seemed to cling to it, adding the weight of lost souls past.

A pink blur surged ahead, humming a jaunty tune all the while. The spring to his step set his fluffy hair and double ahoge bouncing excitedly.

Octa A stared warily after his coworker. Despite carrying a broom in one hand and a trash bag in the other, the pink-haired boy’s mobility was not deterred.

“C’mon, Kon-kun!!” Shrimp chirped over his shoulder. “The trash won’t take itself out, you know!”

“R-Right…”

Octa A picked up his pace to meet Shrimp’s. Their footsteps, and their bags, rose and fell in tandem.

Night came down upon the pair, smothering them. The howl of a distant wind grazed their ears—that, and the frantic flaps of an owl, plunging into the moonlight.

“I-I, um… I’m glad I have trash duty with you today,” Octa A piped up, his small voice filling in the quiet. “I-It’s scary to do my chores with Jade-senpai or Floyd-senpai.”

“Oh, they’re not so bad, silly!” Shrimp giggled, casually twirling the handle of his broom. “Jade lets me hang out in his terrariums, and Floyd shares his candies with me.”

“Well… th-that is nice of them, but… I’d hate to bump into them in the middle of the night.” The thought of their haunting golden eyes peering out from a curtain of jet black… it sent Octa A’s weak stomach into a series of somersaults. 

“Ahaha, really? I always feel safe with them around~” Shrimp’s smile was a beam of light in the dark. “Like earlier today! They helped us out with those mean customers.”

“D-Don’t remind me…” Octa A winced as the memory resurfaced.

When closing time had rolled around, a particularly rowdy group of customers refused to clear out. There had been shouting, cussing, threats made—Octa A on the verge of tears—until Shrimp had fetched the Leeches. Jade, with a composed smile, and Floyd, with an irritated expression.

“Gentlemen, let us discuss this dilemma outside. Perhaps my brother and I can assist you with finding a solution that is agreeable for both of our parties.”

The fools had followed the twins—and as soon as the door shut behind them, a cacophony of horrific sounds rang out. Glass smashing, bones snapping, guttural shouts and sobs. And above it all, Floyd’s wild laughter, with the occasional soft chuckle from Jade breaking through in brief moments of silence.

The twins had returned not long after without so much as a speck of blood on their beings.

But Octa A hadn’t seen those poor, unfortunate customers again since. And he didn’t dare to ask what had become of them.

The mob student vigorously shook his head. “P-People that ask too many questions of Jade-senpai and Floyd-senpai end up… disappearing. O-Or tricked into making a bad deal with the dorm leader. I-I… I don’t like tha—w-whoa!!”

Shrimp leapt in front of Octa A, causing him to skid to a halt. Their gazes locked, pink orbs against maroon ones.

“... You know what, Kon-kun?” Shrimp’s expression was unreadable, each word slow and meticulously placed.

Octa A stared back at his coworker—into the wide, sparkling galaxy of Shrimp’s eyes. All hope and starlight, painted in. a rosy hue.

And yet… the longer Octa A looked, the more and more that galaxy seemed to be swallowed up by the pupils. In the dim lighting, the black holes dilated, grew, expanded… and drowned out the stars.

A bead of sweat formed on Octa A’s crown. His throat, dry.

Then Shrimp brightened and belted out a laugh. “You worry waaay too much!”

“H-Huh?”

“All that stress isn’t good for your health!”

“A-Ah… You’re right about that. M-My doctor says I need to better manage my stress, since it gives me… stomach problems.” 

“Hey, hey—here’s an idea!” Shrimp leaned a bit closer, whispering into Octa A’s ear. “Head home early for the day, and get some rest! I can take care of your trash duties for you.”

“Wh-Whaaaat?!” Octa A immediately startled. “ I… I can’t!! Jade-senpai and Floyd-senpai would kill me!! Th-The dorm leader would cut my pay… I’ll have to live off of cup ramen for the rest of the semester!!”

“It’ll be our little s-e-c-r-e-t! I wouldn’t want my good ol’ buddy ol’ pal to burn out~”

“I… I don’t know...”

Octa A glanced down at his trash bag. Before he could open his mouth to protest once more, Shrimp yanked the garbage out of his hands.

“I got this!! Really! I’m tougher than I look!!”

“... Well… i-if you say so.” The mob student awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “I-It’s really nice of you to help me out with this. D-Don’t stress yourself out too much either, Shrimp-san.”

“Hehe. I’ll do my best!!” He pat Octa A on the back and flashed a reassuring grin. “Go, go! Get some Zs!”

“O-Okay. Good night…”

“Good niiight!!”

Shrimp waved and waved at his coworker’s shrinking figure, until, at last, Octa A was long gone.

The pink-haired boy stood—waiting, listening, for creatures hidden in the night. For the beating of wings, a midnight hoot. For the scuttle of nocturnal beings, racing across the path. For incriminating footsteps in the dark.

When Shrimp was certain he was alone, he dug the handle of his broom into his trash bag, then Octa A’s. 

“Heeey~ Are you guys still conscious in there?

Weak groans and whimpers crawled out.

“Wakey, wakey, eggs and shrimpy!!”

Shrimp tore open the bags in turn, revealing a few trembling students curled into fetal positions. Some bruised, others with bits of dried blood blossoming on their lower lips or from their nostrils. Upon spotting Shrimp in his Octavinelle uniform, the mob students yelped and retreated further into the bags—as though that would offer some sort of protection.

Hehe. How silly.

With deft hands, Shrimp unceremoniously dumped the injured students onto the cold pavement. They landed—on their backs, on their sides, on their faces—with harsh impacts. Their surroundings spun, the moon, the stars, and the sky pooling into a singular color.

Some parts darkness, some parts light.

“I sure hope you bad boys learned your lesson!” Shrimp warbled sunnily, wagging a finger at the disoriented mob students. “You’d better play nice next time, or else you’ll really be swimming with the fishies!”

His words were playful and as light as air, but something in his large eyes and smile seemed… off. The shadows framed his face, his eyes appearing beady and sinister from behind the evening veil. And the curve to his lips… crooked, distorting and warping his cheer.

“Wh-Who are you people…” One of the mobs—from Savanaclaw—managed to choke out. “W-What are you…?!”

“We’re Octavinelle! Founded on the compassion of the Sea Witch herself!!” Shrimp tapped a finger against his chin and giggled. “And me? I’m just the busboy~ It’s my job to clean up after messes. Speaking of which…”

“Time to tidy up!”  Brandishing his beloved broom, Shrimp spun around on his heel and began feverently sweeping up the path.

“Gosh, you folks make so much trouble for me…!! I had to clean up the crime scene and now this drop off spot, too,” Shrimp sighed, though the lilt remained in his voice. “Busy, busy…”

The Savanaclaw mob gritted his teeth. Though his body ached and screeched in pain with every slight movement, the anger boiling in his blood propelled him to move. He stumbled onto shaky legs, glaring intensely at Shrimp’s back.

“You… bastard..!!”

He lunged, claws out, for his prey.

“Hup!!” 

Shrimp whipped around, reacting just in time. He rammed the handle of his broom right into the mob’s chest—-and the wind sailed right out of him.

The Savanaclaw student went flying, landing atop another fallen ruffian. They collectively groaned, pain reverberating through their bodies.

Shrimp leaned his broom in the crook of his arm and clapped his hands together—once, twice—dusting off the scum that he had just dealt with.

“Grimey guys like you need to wash up before they try to pull any funny business!” he warned, smacking the mob student on the head with the broom’s bristles.

“D-Damn it…”

His curse went unheard, for Shrimp had set to taping his lips together and humming a tune.

“Hmm hmm hm~”

The Octavinelle student turned away and set back to dusting off the ground. A sweep here, a brush there… Shrimp worked his way down the path, his small figure retreating into the night.

The last thing the Savanaclaw mob heard before he blacked out...

“All in a day’s work!”

[cutepresea]

6-7 Innocent Sister: A Charming Guest

Sorry again for the spam.

If you want to blacklist these, you can use either the tag #innocent sister for just this event, or #xdu event scripts or #xdu scripts

Reminder that these are copied straight from XD Unlimited itself, so any grammatical weirdness, mistranslations, and/or mischaracterizations are not my doing.

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "How are you holding up, Kiri-chan?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Super! I took a pretty big hit from Nephilim, but I'm feeling better now. How about you, Shirabe?"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I'm also doing well. I'm glad I came to warm up this morning."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Wanna keep going?"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Sure. Let's keep going until noon."

Kirika Akatsuki: "If we keep this up, we'll be able to take on anything! Arrows, guns, complete relics... Even the Commander!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I'm not so sure about the Commander..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Anyways, let's hurry up and get stronger!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Yes, and we'll do it together!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Just a little more! Hyaaah!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Nephilim ain't no match for us!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Let's work together and finish this off!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Yaaah!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Hyaaah!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "...Phew. Our killer moves just keep getting better and better."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Let's take a little break."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I'll get us something to drink, then."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Huh? The training room door is open."

Serena: "Where am I?"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "......"

Kirika Akatsuki: "......"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Wh-Wh-Wh-Whaaat?! D-Did you just see who was passing through the corridor?!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "So you saw her, too... I thought I was just seeing things... But that was Serena, wasn't it?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "No way... We gotta go check!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Sh-She's gone!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Is this some sort of shared hallucination?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "D-Don't tell me... Was it a ghost?!"

Serena: "She's not here, either."

Serena: (This kind of looks like the medical room. It's totally different from mine. I wonder if Sis ever uses it.)

Serena: (Is that the cafeteria? Ah, I hope we can sit down and eat lunch together someday.)

Serena: (I guess all this equipment means that there are a lot of wielders in this facility. There are so many rooms.)

Serena: (Now, back to finding Sis.)

Elfnein: "Yawn... Now then..."

Serena: "Hello there."

Elfnein: "O-Oh... Hello? Um..."

Serena: "I'm looking for my older sister. I'm in quite a hurry, so umm, I'll see you later."

Elfnein: "Older sister? Who is she related to?"

Elfnein: "Wait, how did she even get here?"

Aoi Tomosato: "Noise patterns detected!"

Sakuya Fujitaka: "Calculating location... They're near an urban center! I'll start the evacuation right away!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "I know you girls just got back, but urban areas require an immediate response. Can you handle it?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Of course!"

Maria: "How courteous of them. The Noise really didn't need to go this far to welcome us back."

Chris Yukine: "Oh, so they tagged along with you guys? Ha! They must've missed ya, huh?"

Hibiki Tachibana: "A Noise is the last thing I'd want missing me..."

Elfnein: "Judging by the signals, I would assume that they came here via Gjallarhorn."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Doesn't change the fact that they're here. Intercept them at once!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Yes, Master!"

Serena: "Oooh, is this... Wow, this room's huge!"

Maria: "Serena?!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "So we weren't seeing things..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "It's a gh-gh-gh-gh-gh-ghost!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Lord have mercy on her soul... Let her rest in peace!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Kiri-chan, look. She's got legs. What would a ghost needs legs for?" [1]

Kirika Akatsuki: "W-Wait... Then that means--"

Hibiki Tachibana: "What are you doing here, Serena-chan?!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Did she follow us through the gate?! ...We'll can ask later, we have Noise to deal with!" [2]

Hibiki Tachibana: "R-Right!"

Aoi Tomosato: "Have something warm to drink."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Thank you."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Well done on taking out those Noise. Now for the time being, I'll entrust that girl to Maria-kun."

Genjuro Kazanari: "So, how about you let me in on what's going on here?"

Hibiki Tachibana: "We met Serena-chan in the parallel world."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Professor Nastassja asked us not to tell her about parallel worlds and stuff, so she's still in the dark."

Shinji Ogawa: "So, those two are sisters, then?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Exactly."

Kirika Akatsuki: "I can't believe there's a world where Mom and Serena are still alive!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "It seems things ended up very differently over there."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Hmm. In that case, let's agree to not say anything unnecessary."

Chris Yukine: "I feel like this is gonna get messy, somehow..."

Elfnein: "So that girl's older sister was Maria-san? They do both seem quite similar, now that I think about it."

Kirika Akatsuki: "I'm just glad she wasn't a ghost!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "But you know... Serena looks exacty how I remember her."

Serena: "Pardon me, may I come in?"

Maria; "Don't be so formal, it's just my room."

Serena: "So this is your room? It looks completely different from the research facility."

Maria: "It's a room meant for S.O.N.G. activities. That being said, it's still pretty cozy in here."

Serena: "What's S.O.N.G.?"

Maria: "The organization I work for. You saw some of the staff earlier, but there are more than just them."

Serena: "So you don't work for F.I.S.? But Mom said you were in a different F.I.S. facility."

Maria: "U-Um, well... That's the name it goes by here. It's just one of several sister organizations."

Serena: "Oh okay. I only had a little look around, but everyone seemed really nice."

Maria: "Yes. You'll only find the best of the best in S.O.N.G., as I'm sure you can tell from Commander Kazanari."

Serena: "I see Tsukuyomi-san and Akatsuki-san work here, too! It was so nice to see them again."

Maria: "Huh?!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Do you copy?! We've got another Noise outbreak!"

Maria: "Another one?! They sure picked a convenient time to attack!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Maria-kun, I'm sending you to the location. Get moving!"

Maria: "I'm on it!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Diiieee!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "There!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Not a single one of these monsters shall be spared the sting of my blade!"

Chris Yukine: "They're everywhere! Jeez, these guys are like a swarm of mosquitos!"

Maria: "How many of them are there?!"

Serena: "There are so many wielders... And they're all Maria's friends!"

Maria: "Serena?! I thought I told you to wait for me back at headquarters!"

Serena: "I can fight too, Sis!"

Maria: "There's more than enough of us here to deal with them..."

Serena: "You can never have enough wielders. I'm going to fight too."

Maria: "Serena..."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Well, with all of these Noise, we could kinda do with some extra help!"

Serena: "Yaaah!"

Chris Yukine: "Without that thing around, this is pretty straightforward."

Maria: "Indeed. Now, then..."

Serena: "What is it, Sis?"

Maria: "I can't believe you would follow me to a place like that."

Serena: "I'm sorry..."

Maria: "Honestly, what am I going to do with you? I'll admit, though, you did very well out there."

Serena: "Thanks! I wanted to help out at least a little."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Hey, Serena!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "It's been so long, Serena."

Serena: "Tskuyomi-san, Akatsuki-san... You don't look like you've gotten that much taller at all!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Nuh-uh! I used to be super short, but now I'm like waaay taller!"

Serena: "Hehe, I'd say you've grown about this much."

Kirika Akatsuki: "No, no, no! I've grown by at least thiiis much, I swear!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "You haven't changed at all, Serena."

Serena: "Yes. That's because I was asleep for seven years... But Sis told me I have plenty of time to get bigger."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "You were asleep... for seven years?"

Serena: "I'm so glad you two are just like I remember!"

Chris Yukine: "Oh, so the little green reaper has always been this weird, then?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "I could say the same about you, Chris-senpai!"

Chris Yukine: "Oh, please! You're always saying such weird stuff!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Well, go on Senpai, point out what I say that's weird! Come on, even one thing!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Hey, now. There's no need to be petty."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Oh, honestly. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black."

Maria: "Tsubasa, is that really fair?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "What, Maria? I don't see how that saying would apply to you."

Maria: "I didn't mean me..."

Serena: "Hehe. Your friends all seem like so much fun, Sis."

Maria: "Yes, they certainly are."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Hey, you haven't introduced yourself yet, have you, Chris-chan?"

Chris Yukine: "Oh, I guess not. I'm Chris Yukine. Nice to meet ya."

Serena: "My name's Serena. It's nice to meet you too."

Hibiki Tachibana: "It's great to see Serena-chan getting along with everyone so well!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Yeah, it is."

Notes:

[1] Should say "What would a ghost need legs for?" rather than "needs"

[2] "...We can ask later," instead of "we'll can ask"

[xxbyimm]

Enya’s Unexpected Journey - Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

Summary:  Enya saves Thorins' tight ass. Twice. Meanwhile, the tension between Dolvira and Enya slowly builds up.

Well, this was fucking fantastic.

Enya paced a few feet away and sat down on a tree root. Thorin and Dolvira. Dolvira and Thorin. Ugh, their names were an odd match that made her cringe every time she heard it. Enya didn't know if she wanted to laugh hysterically or cry her eyes out. She had been stupid, putting aside all her dignity because she was terribly in love with a guy. Dwarf. Who had a girl. God, this made her no better than Abbie. She honestly tried to seduce him! Enya blushed when she remembered that particular night in Rivendell. The gasp he made when she dropped her jacket... and the kiss they shared afterwards... She believed they both felt something that night. If it wasn't for his self-control, she would not have let go. She would... The thought made her abdomen tighten with desire. Enya sighed. Not that any of it mattered, though. He found his love again. Dolvira was a real bad-ass dwarf woman, a warrior. Once a commander of armies. She was not the prettiest of women, but she had a fair smile. Enya frowned. Looking at herself, she felt like she was nothing compared to Dolvira. She could say that she was less scary and more feminine. And that she possessed those dreamy blue eyes that would make a man do anything. At least, that was what others told her. Enya´s friends at home always were extremely jealous of her.

‘Just a wink, En.’ they used to say. ‘Just a flick from those eyes and the boys lie at your feet.’ Enya did not believe those claims. She was so insecure back then. So in love with the waaay out of her league Jason. She smiled sadly when all the memories she pushed away appeared in her mind again. She used to stare at Jason at the bar and pretend in her head that he was hers. Stupid girl. She had a tendency to fall for those who didn’t want her. So when Jason finally approached her after months of ignoring, she kissed him and took him home. Enya bit her lip. She should not have done that. She should have waited to discover his character before giving him her body. Her dignity. Most importantly: her heart. But she didn’t, because by the time they kissed she was too far down the road to stop. He clearly didn’t give any shit about her heart (or true love), because he crushed her. Twice. Enya stared at her fingernails. And now, her so much envied eyes weren´t helping her either. Maybe she was destined to stay alone. To not know love. Real love. She rolled her eyes when she thought about the things Gandalf had said to her. It seemed that even wizards sometimes were not prepared for the evil plot twists life decided to throw at you. If there even had existed a fling between her and Thorin, it was now gone. Dolvira had entered the game.

Dolvira. Dolvira the bad-ass chick with fiery red hair who couldn´t care less about the opinion of others. Who wasn’t unsure about herself. A woman who knew how to get what she wanted, even with force. Not by seduction. Enya sighed. How could she expect Thorin not to choose such a woman? Even if she put the shared history aside, she could see why he fell for her. It wasn’t for her looks, but the woman possessed an powerful aura. There was something about her… Enya groaned and wanted to evaporate right on the spot. At this stage, she would happily walk into a portal. Or create one. Being a (half?) dwarf in a human world suddenly seemed a lot easier than facing the royal commander duo again. Even the thought of running into asshole Jason seemed less painful. God, she had sunk low. Enya peered at the group from her hiding spot and swallowed hard. Thorin and Dolvira were apart from the rest and her hand was on his shoulder. Dolvira laughed about something Thorin said. She could not see his face. No doubt they had a lot of catching up to do. Why weren't they tangled up in the bushes somewhere? Enya rolled her eyes. Her mind never understood when it was time to stop thinking dirty. SHE did not even want to go near the thought of Thorin and Dolvira making... Enya closed her eyes. No, she should not venture there. She got up and wondered if the pair had really been together all this time. Had they fought side by side when Smaug entered Erebor? When they tried to reclaim the kingdom of Moria? She glanced at the two and was relieved when she saw Thorins' expression (at least for that moment) was dead serious. 'No panties shredding look for our lovable Dolvira!' Her mind stated happily. Enya held back a giggle. If she even wore panties. Probably not. Ew. Enya slowly walked back to the group, praying no one would notice she had been gone for a few minutes. 'Where were you?' Dori asked when he saw her appearing from the bushes. Enya put a smile on her face and cursed herself for not being able to come up with a witty answer. 'Who is that Dolvira woman, miss Enya?' Ori whispered. 'She looks scary.' 'I have no clue.' Enya confessed. 'You should ask Thorin how they met.' ‘But he is supposed to be with you…’ Ori said. ‘What do you mean, Ori? I cannot-’ Her answer was interrupted by a sharp howl that was very close to her. 'RUN!' Gandalf screamed. Boy, that word seemed his go to expression lately. Enya stayed where she was and turned around. A large warg eyed her from the spot where she stood only a few minutes ago, and he was ready to devour her. Enya scoffed and held her sai close to her body. 'Not today, my friend.' The beast lunged forward and Enya screamed as she wanted to release her anger on it, but the warg dropped dead on the mountain slope before it reached her. A knife and a few arrows had hit its head. Enya frowned when Fíli and Kíli dragged her away. They had killed it before she had a fair chance. It made her more mad than it should. 'Come on, miss. Run!' Fíli urged. Enya did what she was told. 'What were you thinking, anyway?' Kíli asked while they ran after the rest of the company. 'Wargs are too large to take on alone!' Enya shrugged. 'Uncle told us to keep a watchful eye over you.' Fíli mused. 'HE DID WHAT?' She roared. Fíli and Kíli shot each other a knowing glance and chuckled. 'He said you are always getting yourself into trouble.' Fíli said. 'And that witches are rare, so we should protect you from harm.' Kíli added. 'Or you doing anything stupid.' Fíli said with a smile. 'I am going to kill him.' Enya muttered and she meant it. The arrogance! How could he even order such a thing? She never did anything stupid! Did he really thing she wanted to be shadowed by two young dwarf princes who always seemed to be up to some mischief? As much as she loved the two rascals, she knew it was best to sometimes keep some distance. Kíli gave Enya a quick push when he saw more wargs running in their direction. They all climbed into the same tree and were just out of reach when the fastest warg snapped off the lowest branches with its sharp teeth. ‘We are in trouble’ Kíli whispered. Well, that was an understatement. Enya groaned as they watched a pack of at least twenty wargs gathered under the trees. Some had riders on them. The ones that didn’t, jumped against the tree in an attempt to tip it over. Enya held on tight to the branch she sat on. ‘They are going to bring down the tree!’ Fíli said, horrified. Enya did not want to look down again, but yet she did. The tree protested and squeaked as its roots were roughly torn away by the wargs. ‘We have to jump, or we will be warg dinner.’ Enya stated. They waited until the poor tree gave in and tipped over. With a loud yell, Enya jumped and hoped for the best. She grabbed the first sturdy branch she saw and clung onto it. Kíli landed right next to her. ‘We need a way to kill them.’ Fíli said anxiously. He was just beneath them. ‘I AM NOT GOING TO WAIT FOR THEM TO KILL US!’ Dolvira yelled from above. Enya turned and watched her. She was near Thorin. The sight made Enya’s envy burn bright. ‘ANY BRIGHT IDEAS THEN, HUN?’ She screamed at Dolvira. She knew this was no moment to start an argument, but she hated that bitch with an intense passion. And it was mutual. Dolvira looked back in a way that… well, if looks could kill, Enya would lie dead under the tree now. Enya watched as Dolvira got her knife and threw it at one of the wargs beneath her. She hit it, but her move did not kill the creature. ‘Really?’ Enya rolled her eyes. ‘SMART MOVE, DOLLY. NOW YOU LOST YOUR WEAPON.’ ‘OH YOU LITTLE- I WILL GUT YOU!’ Enya laughed. ‘Come and get me then, BABE.’ She turned and suddenly got an idea. ‘Give me that pineapple.’ She demanded Kíli. Kíli frowned. ‘You want to throw pineapples at their heads? I doubt it will kill them.’ ‘No, it won’t.’ Enya smiled as she received the pineapple from him and held it in her hand. ‘But we will give them an extra twist.’ She said and with those words it set ablaze. Fíli and Kíli smiled mischievously and quickly got a few more. Enya held her burning pineapple up high so they could light their own. ‘How do you hold them?’ Fíli asked as he juggled the burning weapon in his hands. Enya shrugged. ‘I’m not affect by the fire. I guess because it’s part of me.’ ‘Let’s bombard some wargs with them.’ Kíli laughed. The trio yelled and threw the pineapples at the wargs. Some of them were immediately set ablaze and yelped in panic as they hurried away. ‘Yeaaaaah!’ Kíli cheered. ‘Kill those bastards!’ Fíli encouraged the others. ‘Use Enya’s fire!’ Their little victorious moment was ruined by an enormous pale white orc, striding a white warg that appeared behind the trees. Shit. This had to be Azog the defiler. But didn’t Thorin tell her that filth died of his wounds long ago? Well, he seemed much alive and kicking to her… ‘No. It cannot be.’ Thorin said as he pushed one of a smaller branches aside to get a better look. Azog and Thorin stared at each other and the hatred between them made Enya shiver. Tension hung in the air. Enya prayed in silence that Thorin wasn’t stupid enough to face the orc. Surely he would know he couldn’t go on a suicide mission? She glanced at him and realized that he probably wouldn’t even care if he died. His face said it all. He wanted to take his hated enemy down. No matter the costs. ‘Change of tactic.’ She muttered at Fíli and Kíli and concentrated on the palms of her hand. An icicle appeared and with a straight jerk from her arm Enya launched it into an orcs’ head. The orc dropped dead from his warg. ‘Whooohoo!’ Enya’s mind did a little victory dance. ‘Give me one!’ Fíli pressed. Enya nodded and was about to hand an icicle over, when- ‘KRRRRRRRRRRRRR’ The roots of the tree decided to give up and the whole thing tipped over. Luckily, one root was strong enough to hold on and prevented the tree from falling into the abyss. Nonetheless, it hung very dangerously over the edge and therefore brought the whole company in danger. Everyone tried to hold on the branches, but the one poor Dori and Ori held onto, broke off. Gandalf caught Dori with his staff, and Ori was able to grab Dori, but Enya knew it was matters of minutes before Dori would let go. Dori sobbed. ‘Gandalf! I cannot hold much longer!’ ‘You have to!’ the wizard urged. Enya turned to Thorin and discovered that he wasn’t where he should be. Oh no. For a split second Enya believed that Thorin fell into the darkness, but when she heard the pale orc calling Thorins’ name, she instantly knew where he was. He went to face the pale orc. Enya was unsure what she should do. She whimpered as she saw Thorin charging Azog. ‘THORIN!’ Dwalin yelled and he wanted to go after his leader, but his branch broke off and left him swinging on a dangerously thin thread. Thorin reached Azog, ready to chop off his head, but was brought down by the white warg that jumped upon him. The pale orc laughed as his warg lunged forward and took the dwarf prince in his mouth. Oh no. Thorin screamed in pain, but was able to wound the warg with his sword. The warg tossed him aside, and Thorin landed with his head on a large rock. He didn’t move and seemed unconscious. Enya didn’t think, but reacted instinctively. With all her strength she lifted herself on the tree trunk and ran towards the place where Thorin was lying. She saw the pale orc ordering a minion to cut off Thorins’ head and gripped her knife.

Heck no, this was not happening.

Not on her watch.

Within matters of seconds she reached Thorin and lunged at the orc that already was holding his sword high in the sky, seconds away from severing the head of the dwarf she loved. With a loud yell she took the orc down and landed on top of him. She was all fired up and the poor minion had to pay the price for that. ‘DON’T YOU TOUCH HIM!’ She bellowed and pushed her knife in his chest. The orc screamed in surprise and Enya didn’t stop stabbing him until he laid lifeless beneath her. Orc blood was dripping from her hands, but she had no time to think about that. She quickly got up, grabbed her sai and faced the pale orc. ‘Do not dare to touch him, you filth.’ She growled. ‘You shall have to kill me first.’ The pale orc laughed and said something to her in black speech. Enya didn’t know what he was saying, but the sound of the words made her shiver. ‘I don’t speak such a vile language.’ She said. ‘And I don’t want to know what those dreadful words mean.’ She swung her sai in the air. ‘But know this.’ She whispered and she refused to avoid the pale orcs’ gaze. ‘If you ever touch him again, you’ll wish you’ve never been born.’ Enya vaguely heard battle cries behind her and knew the other dwarves had found their guts again. She smiled as she saw surprise in Azogs’ eyes. ‘Didn’t expect that, huh?’ she said and set her sai on fire. ‘Now. Where were we?’ she purred as she paced closer. Azog growled at her and showed his teeth. Enya raised one eyebrow. ‘Too scared to fight yourself? You really going to let your warg do the dirty job?’ There were interrupted again, but this time by the sound of a dozen eagles that happened to fly above them. Enya glanced at the sky and smiled. They were majestic, beautiful creatures. Much larger than at home. They appeared to be at their side, because Azog quickly retreated as he saw his comrades being thrown in the abyss by sharp eagle claws. Enya watched the spectacle and therefore was not prepared for the enormous claw that grabbed her from the ground. ‘NO! LET ME DOWN! I AM FINE!’ she screamed, but the eagles didn’t seem to hear her pleas. When the claw finally released her, she fell into the abyss. So this was it then, she would die. Enya screamed and saw the trees in the valley growing bigger and bigger. The sky was terribly cold. She could not imagine that some people enjoyed doing this in their spare time. Even with a bungee jump cord or parachute. Enya grunted in surprise when she landed on another eagle’s back. She could not stop shivering and tears ran over her face. ‘I hate heights, I am so sorry!’ she said to the eagle. She had no idea if the majestic bird had any idea what she was saying, but it did turn its’ head a little and made eye contact. Enya grasped the birds’ feathers and held on tight. The feathers were incredibly soft and comforted her a bit. She sat still and was even able to enjoy the beautiful view. ‘It’s magnificent’ she told the bird. She knew it would agree. Enya tried to distract herself from her worries about Thorin with scouting the area for the lonely mountain. It didn’t help much. She sighed and peered at the eagles that were flying ahead of her. Thorin was carried by the one in the front. Enya whimpered. He laid lifeless the eagle’s claws. Enya clenched her teeth. She could only hope for the best and wait…

As soon as her eagle put her down on a platform high in the sky, Enya thanked it for its’ help. After that, she ran towards the spot where one of the other eagles had dropped Thorin. Gandalf was already there, leaning over him. Enya sat next to Gandalf and could not hide the horror that was displayed on her face. ‘Thorin!’ Gandalf urged. Thorin did not move. Gandalf put his hand over Thorins’ face and muttered words in an ancient language Enya could not understand. They waited in silence, but the beautiful blue eyes of the dwarf she loved stayed shut. The other dwarves arrived at the platform as well and hurried to their leader. ‘Thorin!’ Balin shouted. Enya swallowed hard and tried not to cry. Oh god. No. Oh no. ‘What should we do?’ she asked the wizard. ‘I can try one more time’ he answered and he repeated the words. They waited again. ‘He is not waking up!’ Her voice reached an high pitch and did not sound like her usual tone. She didn’t care that everyone now knew she cared deeply for Thorin. That she loved him, even. If it would save his life… Enya felt the tears burning behind her eyes. He was not waking up. This was not happening. Not on her watch. She could live with the fact that he didn’t want to be with her, but she could not let him die. She wanted him to be alive and well, even if it meant she had to accept his love for Dolvira. Her instinct told her what to do. She turned to Gandalf and offered him her hand. ‘Take me.’ She said. ‘Take the energy that is required.’ She meant it. ‘Enya, I don’t know how that works. If I take such a risk, you could die.’ Gandalf said. Like she cared about that. She loved Thorin more than anything in the world. Enya held down a sob when she realized she loved him even more than she valued her own life. It had to be done, and there was no time to argue. ‘I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE COSTS, TAKE IT!’ she screamed at Gandalf. The wizard looked at her, horrified. ‘I cannot just take-’ he began, but Enya didn’t let him finish and took matters in her own hands. She placed one hand on Thorins’ heart and the other on her own. She didn’t know if there was a spell to chant or a special message to make it work, so she just whispered the first thing that came into her mind. ‘Save the one I love.’ The wind took her whisper and it tickled her face. Enya felt her energy slipping away from her. Her mind became hazy and her vision blurred. Her own voice whispered to herself. ‘Save the one I love…’

‘Save his life!’

‘Save him…’

‘I love him…’

She cried when a sudden force blew her away from Thorin. She got smacked down on her back and groaned in pain. Her hands burned, but her mind was too misty to see what was going on. She heard Dolvira screaming Thorins’ name in the distance. Enya wanted to focus, but her eyelids were too heavy. She felt weak, abandoned by both her mind and her body. She wanted to yell, but she had no energy. Every fiber in her body was exhausted. Maybe she gave too much. Maybe she was dying. But if she had saved Thorin in the process… Enya’s mouth curved into a little smile. Then it was all worth it. She let it go and slid into the darkness.

The first thing that pulled her back from the endless darkness she was floating in, were two hands that gripped firmly around her shoulders. Someone was shaking her anxiously and called her name. ‘Miss Enya!’ ‘I told her not to, but she didn’t listen’ Gandalf said softly. ‘You should have stopped her.’ A familiar low, husky voice groaned. ‘She always is too reckless.’ Reckless? Said who? Enya wanted to giggle, but no sound came from her mouth. She did manage to open her eyes for a bit and slowly blinked. Her breath was taken away by a pair of blue eyes, inches away from hers. Thorin hung over her and his hands were on her shoulders. When he saw she was regaining her consciousness, his expression changed. Did she detect some fear in those gorgeous eyes? Enya couldn’t tell, because at the moment, they told her a different story. He was furious. She always seemed to be able to make him angry. ‘Damn it, miss Enya! What were you thinking?’ Thorin yelled. Enya closed her eyes again. ‘Don’t you dare to leave me!’ he hissed. Enya moaned as Thorin got her up and held her in his arms. ‘Please don’t die.’ He whispered softly in her ear. He was very close and Enya breathed in his scent. If she had to leave this world, she had to do it now. This was the right way to go. In his arms. Her peaceful moment was roughly disturbed as her least favorite dwarf of all time entered the scene. ‘Cut the crap and stop acting so dramatic, Enya.’ Dolvira brawled. If Enya hadn’t felt so weak, she would have strangled the bitch. But right now, she had a hard time opening her eyes. ‘Thorin, we have to leave.’ Dwalin pressed. ‘The eagles gave us a head start, but we have to move. Fast.’ Thorin sighed. ‘Give her five minutes. Get yourselves ready.’ Enya heard the dwarves shuffle around her. She forced herself to open her eyes. Thorin stared into her face and treated her with a smile. It was a worried one, but she was happy he decided to let the intentioned speech about her ‘recklessness’ wait for a moment. ‘We have to move on. Can you walk?’ he whispered. ‘Yeah.’ She answered. ‘I should be the one to feel like this.’ Thorin muttered, clearly feeling very guilty about her sudden diminished well-being. Enya smiled. ‘I am fine.’ He narrowed his eyes, and she knew he knew she wasn’t. Luckily, he said nothing. Enya wanted to get up, but Thorin wasn’t letting go of her that easy. ‘Slow down.’ He growled. ‘God, I feel like a train wreck. I would kill for a cup of coffee right now. Or redbull.’ She complained as she slowly got up on her feet again. ‘Coffee?’ Thorin asked. ‘It is a drink. With caffeine, to revive your spirits.’ Enya frowned. ‘In the human world it is especially used in the morning.’ Thorin frowned. ‘I always find that humans are weird living beings.’ Enya giggled. ‘They’ll grow on you, eventually. And trust me, I know.’ ‘We need to move.’ Dolvira said impatiently. ‘I don’t fancy running into that orc pack again, especially not because our lovely lunatic here is too weak to move. We should leave her behind.’ ‘We are not leaving anyone behind.’ Thorin said in an authoritarian tone. Both girls ignored him and paced around each other. Enya tilted her head and smiled. ‘No worries, love. Your lunatic is perfectly fine.’ Dolvira rolled her eyes. ‘You don’t look perfectly fine if you ask me. To me you look like a little harlot.’ Enya burst into laughter. It hurt, but she couldn’t help herself. ‘Harlot? Well good thing nobody asks your opinion, then.’ She faced Dolvira and looked right into her eyes. ‘You know, sometimes it’s wise to say nothing’ she said. ‘I too wasn’t about to share with you that the brow situation you got going on over there is very, very-’ She did not finish her sentence but shook her head dismissively. ‘There is nothing wrong with my brows!’ Dolvira shouted. ‘Oh dear, Dolly…’ Enya whispered. ‘Your brows are a classic tragedy.’ ‘Stop calling me Dolly! You’re the one who looks like a filthy elf.’ Dolvira hissed. ‘You are vain.’ ‘Not really, but I do know the value of a good set of tweezers.’ Enya smiled as she realized that Dolvira had obviously no clue what tweezers were. Her brows were witnesses of that. Poor things. Enya bit her lip and continued. ‘They perform miracles, although I think you are an hopeless case. I think we might need loads of make-up to correct that face!’ ‘I don’t know what these things are and I don’t need them.’ Dolvira said, confidently. ‘My kin doesn’t value looks as much as your kind does. What are you anyway?’ ‘I am a fire witch from the fire beard clan.’ She hissed and two little flames appeared in her hands. ‘Do not dare to insult me, because I will make you suffer.’ ‘I can’t wait.’ Dolvira smirked. ‘Because it will be me who crushes your little pretty face.’ ‘Really?’ Enya scoffed. ‘I wouldn’t trust on that.’ ‘Ladies.’ They both looked up. Thorin eyed the two and he was visibly annoyed by them. Enya cursed herself. He was right. There was no time for drama. ‘Let’s move.’ He then ordered.

Enya bit her tongue when she walked behind the others. The little argument with Dolvira revived her spirits (who needs Redbull now?) but her whole body still was aching. She had to push herself to keep up. She had to continue on this journey. If it wasn’t for her love of Thorin, she had to honor the promise she made to grandma Gigi. She imagined what Gigi would say about this awkward situation. Gigi wouldn’t have reacted the way Enya did. Gigi would not engage in everyday verbal fights. She would smile politely and wait. Until she could strike her opponent with a deadly blow. Enya smiled. Her grandma would press her not to forget about her manners. And from now on, that would be exactly what she was going to do.

That bitch would have to learn not to fool around with the Blueheart family. Because they were a force to be reckoned with.