#I just think a wedge cut would suit her

[glitterfang]

[daydream-cement]

Suits and Hallways (NSFW)

Captain Phasma x Reader

Phasma notices you staring.

First weekend in Smutember with @alexusonfire! The first week prompt is formal wear!

When you were invited to attend the officer gala, you hadn’t been expecting to be put in such a position as this. With your pressed against the cold metal wall, you felt your dress being shifted upwards around your hips. 

You had on your formal dress, putting your best foot forward to make an impression on your higher ups. You thought you had done so when Phasma approached you. Moments ago you had been summoned to the deserted hallway by your captain, and with a viscous degree of roughness, Phasma had you up against the wall. 

“Your eyes have been wandering far too much. You are beyond obvious with those disgusting thoughts of yours.” Phasma hissed, her hands working into the waistband of your underwear. It was unceremonious - the way the captain pushed her fingers between your folds and felt her way to your clit.

“Wet already? 

You could only whimper. This felt so wrong. This was so unbecoming of a person of your status in the Empire. But you gave yourself over entirely, unable to say no to the alluring and handsome captain. This evening, she had been wearing a formal captain’s uniform that made your mouth water. The jacket fit her muscular shoulders perfectly and her pants were cut tight enough that nothing was left to the imagination. Your gaze must have caught her attention.

“You’re so fucking pathetic.” Phasma whispered, pressing the pads of her index and middle finger against your clit to rub circles against the bundle of nerves. The pressure of Phasma’s hand against the side of your head only seemed to increase as the degradation continued.

Phasma growled once more, her body weight fully pushed against you. Her voice was low and guttural, almost as if she were angry with you. In reality, it was all just a way to make sure she held dominance over you. “Do you like this? Do you like being treated like a stupid little slut?”

You remained silent, but this was clearly not the response the captain wanted. She pushed your face against the metal harder and the intensity of it all made tears prick in your eyes.

“Answer the question.”

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I like being treated like a- a stupid little slut…”

“That’s what I thought.”

The grip on your face loosened slightly as her fingers went back to work, circling your soaked clit with increased fervor. Her breath was hot in your ear as she panted slightly. If you could have see. her face, you would have seen the mild look of enjoyment plastered across her lips and brow.

The captain’s fingers worked their way back towards your slick heat and you gasped quietly as she wedged her fingers into your cunt. She offered you no time to adjust to her lengthy digits when she began pumping them in and out at a building pace. 

Your little moans became more and more frequent. In spite of this, you attempted stifling them by clenching your teeth. When this failed, you drew a hand to your mouth and clamped your hand over it. 

Phasma disapproved of this action and made her dissatisfaction known by releasing your head from her grasp and wrenching both of your hands behind your back. She held your wrists in a vice grip and began slowing her movements in your underwear, teasing you to the point you felt as if you could explode. 

“P-please…” You begged Phasma, but she wasn’t interested in your pleas. 

“You think you have the right to ask me for anything?” Phasma scoffed as her fingers left your cunt to wad the fabric of your underwear around her fist. There was the sound of seams popping and the discomforting pain that was Phasma ripping the fabric off your body. “Fucktoys don’t get a say.”

At the feeling of the cold night air against your pussy, you felt terribly exposed. Anyone could walk from the gala at any second and watch you being dominated by your captain.

Her fingers dove back into your cunt, pushing their way into your fluttering hole. The pleasure of being filled again had you doubling over - your forehead pressed to the cold metal wall while your hands were still ratcheted behind your back. Phasma began pounding your cunt with her fingers - the removal of your underwear was her way of removing the barrier that kept her from doing so earlier.

Your cheeks turned red when you thought you heard the slap of her hand against your cunt echoing through the empty hall. You were praying no one would find you, but first and foremost, you needed to cum.

“How long have you been wanting me to do this? Have you been watching me in the locker room? Or do you just fantasize about what’s under the armor? Is that why you can’t control yourself now?” From Phasma’s tone, one could tell she was smirking. She was so satisfied with herself for making another of her subordinates crumble. 

“Y-you look so good in your suit…” You sob, unable to be dishonest about what drove you to stare.

“I know.”

The captain’s confidence was unbelievably sexy. 

Suddenly, and without warning, you came hard, a strangled cry jumping from your throat. But Phasma wasn’t stopping there. Her rapid fingering continued, only now she released your arms and added her other hand to the mix. With her opposite hand, she began rubbing at your clit and you felt yourself losing all control. 

“Silly little slut. What if the other lieutenants saw you like this? How would you feel?”

The captain was obviously trying to get a rise out of you, combining shame with your growing desire. 

The skill held in her fingers made you dizzy. You knew if you ever had the chance to spend the night with her, Phasma would show you pleasures far beyond pushing you against a wall and fucking you silly. 

As Phasma worked you towards another orgasm, a round of applause echoed from inside the gala hall. As much as you should have considered the possibility of someone exiting into the hall at any moment, you were far too focused on being pushed over the edge. 

You finally came from Phasma slamming her fingers inside you, tipping you over the edge. Before you could process the blinding orgasm, Phasma growled, her hand squeezing your jaw into submission. “Open your mouth…”

You opened your mouth the rest of the way and quickly realized Phasma intended on spitting in your mouth. You allowed it to happen, regardless. At this point, your only goal was appeasing her to hopefully make this occurrence happen again.

“Now get back to your quarters and clean yourself up.” Phasma pushed your face away from hers, and swatted you firmly on the ass, sending you on your way.

“Y-yes, captain.” You mutter, sending your gaze to the floor. Quickly, you began down the hallway - your face growing redder and redder as the realization of what just occurred hit you. 

Before you could round the corner, you glanced back at Phasma, unable to help yourself. Your breath caught as you watched her push your discarded underwear into her pocket. You tore your gaze away and hurried down the hallway - face bright red as you attempted to comprehend what just happened.

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[gaybananabread]

Call me crazy (because I am), but the pile of Spiderverse stuff isn't tall enough. >w< If you're up for my nonsense, and it's available:

I'm thinking #4 (Hide and Seek) with either Miguel or Doc Ock as the ler and our favorite Spider-Gang as lees.

I'm biased, but I love #6 (Cuddles) with Gwen and Hobie. Lee!Gwen is my favorite, but a little close-combat tickle fight would be adorable.

#16 (Cackle) with Gwen as Lee, possibly a little comfort with her being embarrassed of her laugh. Miles obviously adores her laugh, and Hobie just likes making her happy.

#19 (Secret), How about a very funny secret identity reveal? >w< Miles gets some tickles from one or both of his parents, and through a folly of your choice (a minor injury, noticing his costume, or god forbid, him losing control of his powers) they realize that he's Spiderman.

#25 (New Discovery) Somewhere between the two movies, Gwen has been hanging around Hobie more and suddenly finds out that he's ticklish. Pavitr does not bail him out in the slightest.

I am very sorry. >w< I hope you have fun this year!

~Panda/Black Feathers

TickleTober Day 25 - New Discovery

~I've loved writing all your requests! These were so much fun; I'm gonna miss 'em. I can see Pav just tossing Hobie to the wolves with no remorse. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Hobie

Ler: Gwen (Pav instigates)

Summary: Gwen and Hobie's friendship is still relatively fresh, though it's still strong. Pavitr gets tired of their shenanigans and decides to help Gwen discover one of his favorite Hobie fun-facts.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

“H-hey, wait up!”

“Catch up, small fry!”

Gwen laughed as she chased after her newfound friend, feeling the wind rush through the breathable fabric of her spider suit. She'd been growing closer and closer to the punk, spending a decent amount of her free time in his amazingly chaotic dimension.

“No fair! You’ve got a better swing, you bean pole!” Gwen did a small flip out of her next swing, narrowly avoiding a street sign she almost hadn’t seen. Hobie laughed ahead of her, making the girl blush.

After six minutes of intense competition, the pair made it back to Hobie’s houseboat. Pavitr was already there, snacking on some of Hobie’s chocolates as he waited for them.

“Took you two long enough! Did you two argue again?” Pav chuckled, popping one of the orange cream chocolates in his mouth before Hobie could stop him.

“OI! Ge’ yer own sweets, ya moocher!” With an indignant squawk, Hobie snatched the rest of his chocolates back. As per usual, Pav had eaten all of the fruity ones. That boy was gonna pay…

“But yours are always so good! The ones from Gwen’s universe just aren’t the same,” he whined, trying to use his puppy-dog eyes to win himself a way out of trouble. The punk just rolled his eyes before placing the chocolate in the top of his pantry; to specify, his pantry whose ceiling wasn’t wide enough to climb on.

“Mean.” Pav’s lip jutted out in a pout, making Gwen giggle. She’d gotten closer to Pavitr first, but she was really warming up to Hobie. They were both amazing people, helping her to feel less alone.

“Maybe, but you deserve it.” Gwen teased the shorter teen, tasing his side. Pav jumped at the sudden feeling, giggling and batting at her hand.

“Hey! Noho need for such cruelty!”

Hobie snorted at Pav’s dramatics, using the boy’s shoulder as an armrest. “‘S not cruel, Pavi. Yer just too ticklish.”

“Says you! You are the mo- MMPH!” A hand over his mouth cut the shortest teen off, Hobie silencing him with a chuckle. The two had a playful tousle as Gwen tried to figure out what to do next. They’d just planned a hang-out, but not what they’d be doing.

“How about we watch a movie?” She wedged herself between the two bickering boys, stopping their playful argument from progressing any further. “Hobie can make us popcorn.”

…

After some light complaints from Hobie and a small debate over what to watch, the three had cuddled up on Hobie’s couch with a bowl of popcorn and some drinks. They were watching Spookley the Square Pumpkin for the fun of it.

As the three cartoon spiders moved across the screen, Hobie huffed. “I don’ see why they had to be such dicks abou’ the crown. Could’a jus’ shared it from the get-go.”

“It’s a kid’s movie, Hobie. Nobody ever does what they’re supposed to at first, or there wouldn’t be any plot.” Gwen leaned over to nudge his shoulder, sandwiched between the two teens.

“Hush. ‘M allowed to complain.” Hobie crossed his arms with a huff, sinking into the couch beside her. Before he could comment on the near impossibility of a naturally-grown square pumpkin, the lanky teen felt nails softly spidering up the back of his neck.

“Aww, c’mon! The spiders just wanted some-” Gwen was cut off by a strangled little squeal from Hobie. His dark cheeks burned as he shied away from her touch, smacking her hand away.

“Uh…what was that?” The playful look in Gwen's eyes gained a curious edge – one that shook Hobie to his core. Shit…

“Nothin’, don' worry ‘bout it.” He shoved at her face, his large hand covering her mouth before she could ask any more questions.

“Mmph- hey! What is with you and covering other people's mouths?” Gwen giggled before scooting closer, forcing herself farther into his personal space. The lanky teen tried shoving again, but she just pushed his hands away.

“Maybe ‘cuz you lot ‘re a bunch’a- GRK!” Hobie jerked as she squeezed his side, one hand flying to cover his mouth as the other grabbed her wrist. “Kn-knock ihit off, Gwendy…”

“Why should she? Is someone perhaps afraid of our new friend pointing out that he-”

“SHUT UP, PAV!”

The fluffy-haired boy narrowed his eyes at Hobie, tired of his snippiness. They both knew it was all in good fun, but he still wanted revenge.

“Gwen, go for his hips. I will go grab us some drinks for later.” Pav climbed off the couch, Hobie gaping at him as he sauntered off to the kitchen.

That cheeky little-

“ACK! SH-SHIHIHIHIT! GWEHEHEN!” Hobie jolted as he felt two sets of nimble fingers drilling into his hips. Pav was going to die later; for the moment, Hobie had bigger problems.

“I can't believe you're ticklish! Like, super ticklish!” Gwen seemed giddy at that fact, squeezing and scribbling all around Hobie’s sensitive hips. “You don't seem it, but… Well, wow!”

“S-STOHOHOP AHACTIN’ LIHIKE ‘M AHA CIRCUHUS AHAHACT!” Hobie bucked and thrashed beneath her touch, trying to knock the girl off him. She held strong, however, refusing to let him get away so easily.

“I will when you stop being entertaining,” Gwen quipped, not letting up for a second. Hobie was an easy-going guy with his friends, but he rarely ever lost himself like he was in that moment.

Gwen eased up a bit, moving both hands up to his sides. She wanted to tickle him, not push his boundaries.

“How long were you gonna keep this from me, huh? Friends are supposed to trust each other.” The girl smiled as she inched one hand towards his navel, making the punk kick and snort.

“I-ihihihit’s noho- *snort* Shuhu’ ihihit!” Hobie's loud laughs simmered down to bass-sounding giggles, the occasional snort slipping in with his breaths.

“Wow. What a clear, coherent answer.” Gwen rolled her eyes fondly as she continued to tickle him, noting the near complete lack of struggling. Sure, he was a squirmy mess, but he wasn't really trying to fend her off anymore.

“Hobs…do you like this?”

Even though her tone was nothing but innocently curious, Hobie's cheeks burned. He was not a self-conscious guy, but when something so close to his heart was questioned… Yeah, it didn't feel good.

“I-Ihihi- ihit’s nohohohot-” Hobie struggled to find the right words, struggling through his giggles. Noticing his sudden discomfort, she softened her tone considerably.

“Hey, I'm not judging. I like it too, Hobie. Just a question.” Gwen slowed her touch to a near-stop, just barely ghosting her fingers across his ribs. “You don't have to answer if you don't want to.”

“N-nohoho, it's… I-I lihike it. Both wahahays.” Hobie broke eye contact as he answered her, a bit afraid of her response. She was the first person besides Pav and his few close friends that he'd told.

“Good to know. Which do you prefer right now? Or none, if that's what you want.” Gwen’s voice was soft with fond amusement, her eyes glittering. She was happy to have found another teen who enjoyed tickling the way she did.

“Mmhmhmph…gehettin’ ‘em.” Hobie leaned his head on her shoulder, hoping she'd leave it at that and not make him ask for anything else.

Gwen got the message and, thankfully, decided to have mercy.

“You got it, Hobs.” Gwen's fingers trailed up and down his sides and ribs, her fingers occasionally zipping down to skitter across his belly.

She worked methodically, pulling as many different types and volumes of giggles and laughs from the other teen. She was enjoying herself, doing whatever felt right and made them both smile.

Hobie stood strong and took the tickles for about seven minutes, just laughing his cares away. When he finally did reach his limit, he weakly smacked at her hands.

Gwen got the message, switching from tickles to back massages to try and calm him down. “Wohow, Hobie. You lasted, like, way longer than I ever could.”

“Sh-shuhuhush…” Hobie just blushed and hid his face in her neck, catching his breath. She was stupidly good at tickling… He'd have to remember that.

“Okay, you two! I made smoothies!” Pav’s cheery voice filtered in from the kitchen, making Hobie growl. That little shit had gotten him into the whole mess…

“Comin’, Pav.” Hobie glanced up at Gwen, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding.

That smug little goofball needs to be taken down a peg.

[jolenes-doppelganger]

Gentle Hands (Part Two)

Stalker Ilsa Faust x Fem! Reader

NSFW 18+- MINORS WHO INTERACT CAN AND WILL BE BLOCKED.

Summary: Accidents happen all the time, cats get loose, and amidst all that chaos, there’s usually someone around to help.

Warnings: Stalking (duh), drugging, masturbation, proximity kink (?), abduction, Ilsa being a toddler and breaking shit for like a hot second

A/N: Lisa/Ilsa used interchangeably, refers to the same individual.

Word Count: 2.7k

"Bella?" you called, frantically searching around your house for the fat black and white cat. "Bella? Where are you?"

You'd slept in through your alarms again, and now you were late for work. You'd called your employer to let them know, and in the duration of the phone call, you realized your cat had gone missing. Looking about frantically, you found your backdoor open, which was odd. You always had the backdoor locked, it was second nature. Coming outside in your pajama top and shorts, you were hit by the still-winter weather that kept everything in a perpetual state of sogginess.

"Bella!" you called, checking the time. "Bella, come on!"

A loud bellow that could be identified as a cat sound came, and to your horror, you found Bella wedged behind several of your heaviest flower pots.

"I don't have time for this!" you groaned, trying to muscle the pots to the side.

A soft knock on the garden gate.

"Yeah, I know I'm being loud on a Monday morning, deal with it!" you bit back, groaning as you struggled with the giant dirt filled ceramic.

A second pair of hands appeared next to yours, and you managed to muscle the pots back enough to grab the cold, wet cat.

"Thank you." you groaned, trying to catch your breath.

Bella looked at the woman in mild curiosity, sniffing her outstretched hand. The woman smiled.

"Of course. I'm your new neighbor, I figured it would be a good idea to introduce myself this way." she laughed.

You smiled, nodding at the woman. She seemed familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Her hair was a solid dark brown, and her eyebrows matched, so you assumed it was her natural hair color.

"You look familiar, have we met?"

The woman shook her head.

"No, I don't think so. My name is Lisa Favere. I moved in next door, house eighteen."

You nodded, but you had the uncanny sense that you knew her, somehow, somewhere.

"Oh, well then I suppose we share a yard you chuckled. "I've been meaning to repair that fence for a while..."

"Don't worry, it might be nicer just to leave the fence down, that way we can observe the other's gardens come spring." Lisa suggested.

"Maybe..." you smiled, trying to find a way out of this conversation. "I really don't mean to come across as rude and cut the introduction short, but I'm already late for work. I'll see you some other time, Lisa."

You left the woman in the yard, hauling your wet cat inside. As you rushed to catch the bus for work, you realized you'd never given the woman your name.

<------------->

Ilsa chewed the inside of her cheek. That introduction was supposed to have been far more memorable. She'd even gotten tea ready. Sure, she knew you had work, but it was a shift you'd picked up, not one that was on your schedule. You should have called out, you should have spent the morning with Ilsa. Trudging back inside, Ilsa found herself on the verge of some kind of outburst. She'd been working for months to ensure that when she did finally meet you face to face, it would have been perfect. That meeting wasn't perfect, far from it. Instead of breaking something, instead of losing control of herself through anger, Ilsa went into work mode.

The past week had been spent moving things into the apartment, generating as much noise when you were home, and virtually none when you were away. Ilsa's move in was supposed to catch your attention. The furniture she brought in was supposed to be suited to your tastes, and the little door in between the two of your houses was supposed to be just a little too loose. But none of it had worked. You'd been too busy with work, too busy with picking up shifts and making a living to notice Ilsa's presence.

"Dammit." Ilsa swore, dropping onto the couch. "That's it, you're cutting back your work hours."

Ilsa logged into your employee portal, checking your schedule. She looked through all of the possible shifts you might sign up to take, manually hiding them in the computer system. You wouldn't be taking any bonus shifts at all this week, that much she was sure about. Once that was done, Ilsa looked into your bank account, trying to get to the bottom of why you were suddenly so desperate for money. Your savings account was nearly bone dry, and your checking account had less than 50 pounds in it. You were suffering, that much was clear. Ilsa opened a different file, routing you a check through several of her various accounts. It took a little over an hour to ensure the 'welfare grant' would go through, but once she was finished, Ilsa felt more confident. Within the next few days, a check worth £450 would slide through your mailbox, a check that would provide you some padding until your next paycheck.

"Princess, you should know I'll always take care of you." Ilsa chuckled.

<------------->

"(Reader), can you pick up my shift tomorrow?" one of your coworkers asked. "I have a doctor's appointment."

You sighed. You'd been working for the past six days without a break. A slew of 9 hour shifts that were wearing you down.

"How many hours is it?"

"It's a 6 hour shift."

On your day off? If you didn't need the damn money.

"I'll think about it." you sighed. "Let's just get today over with.

The rest of the shift dragged on. You finished it with tired feet, a sore back and a nasty headache. The bus ride sucked. Some old man tried to engage you in a conversation about Brexit, blatantly ignoring your physical and verbal cues that told of your lack of interest. By the time you made it past your garden gate and into your house, you found that you had little patience for any more bullshit. No bullshit appeared. Hopping in the shower, you tried not to cry, but you were miserable. It had been a shitty week, and it was getting harder and harder to stay afloat with the various expenses that came at the end of the month.

From her bird's eye view of your house, Ilsa sighed as she watched you cry. You were trying so hard, she knew that to be true.

"Princess, go to sleep." Ilsa whispered.

After toweling yourself off and throwing on pajamas you'd worn for the past four days, you dropped into a deep sleep, neglecting your special vitamins. Ilsa used the pocket door that connected your apartments, quietly sliding into your bedroom. She didn't dare climb into bed with you, for that you'd most certainly wake. Instead she held your hand, whispering subliminal messages as you slept.

"Lisa is a good woman. Your next door neighbor is helpful and kind. Lisa will take care of you. Lisa wants to be close to you." Ilsa whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your ear before she left.

<------------->

Waking up after the shitshow that was the past week felt like taking a long gasp of air after holding your breath for a century. You woke up refreshed, with more energy than normal. Putting on the last clean outfit in your closet, you made up your mind to clean your room. A soft knock came on your door at about half past three. It was the woman from yesterday morning... Was it Lisa.

"Hi, nice to see you again." you smiled, trying to be courteous. "Sorry for the clipped introduction, yesterday was a shit show."

The woman laughed.

"No of course, I understand. I came by to invite you over. I'm having a housewarming party today at 7, you're more than welcome to attend."

You nodded, a little surprised to be receiving an invitation.

"Oh, well thank you." you nodded, and then sensing the awkwardness, "I'm (Reader), by the way."

Lisa smiled, nodding once.

"I'll see you then." she smiled, and her blue eyes sparkled.

She waved goodbye, as did you. A party. Jesus, you hadn't been to a party in ages.

<------------->

The timing for the party needed to happen perfectly. The people Ilsa had brought in were all old friends of the MI6, plus some new acquaintances in town. All of them mixed together in what Ilsa hoped would be a welcoming, rambunctious group where alcohol intake would make sense. By the time you showed up to the party, it needed to be lively. Thus the time for everyone else was 6:15.

"Ilsa, how are you!" one of her former coworkers smiled, hugging the brunette tight.

"It's Lisa, you dumb shit." Ilsa whispered back.

"That's what I said." he shrugged.

The party was a chore for Ilsa, up until her favorite little project knocked on the door. Gesturing in the flustered looking woman, Ilsa was quick to engage her in the party. Drinks were going around plentifully, card games and food up for grabs. It was a party worth showcasing. Bit by bit, moment by moment, Ilsa watched as her little neighbor warmed up to everyone. Wine, cider and mixed cocktails softened (Reader), and Ilsa was delighted to see how well everyone meshed. Slowly but surely, members began to leave, partygoers headed home.

"Lisa, thank you, this was lovely." you smiled. "But I'm almost sure I have work in the morning."

Ilsa smiled softly, her face twitching slightly. You didn't have work tomorrow, of course you didn't, she'd checked. No, you were looking for an out.

"Almost sure?" Ilsa teased.

Her final colleagues waved goodbye, and Ilsa waved back. But you, you weren't going anywhere.

"Yes." you nodded.

Ilsa didn't wait until the door had shut. You were trying to leave, and she wouldn't have that. Grabbing your waist loosely, Ilsa pulled you in for a soft hug, dragging her nails down your back.

"Sleep well, then." Ilsa husked into your ear.

Surely that hadn't been intentional, you thought. The party had been wonderful, and Lisa had remained more or less glued to your side, ensuring that you mixed well with her friends, you'd assumed. But the hug was forward. You'd just met. Even being invited to the party had seemed informal, almost too relaxed. And as the woman whispered so suggestively in your ear, you wondered if it had been her intention the entire night to hit on you.

"Thank you." you cleared your throat.

Her eyes were half-lidded, and the nice button up she'd chosen had about one too many buttons undone.

"You sure you don't want another drink? I have barely a quarter bottle of wine left, no sense storing it for later."

Looking into her eyes as she drew soft patterns over your back made few things certain. You no longer knew if you wanted to go home, if you wanted to finish the night alone, if you wanted to kindly reject the woman's advances. But one more drink couldn't hurt, right?

"Sure. Just to finish it."

Lisa smiled, pouring you both a glass. You noticed that she had a rather heavy hand, but you didn't mind. Her taste in wine was good, if a bit strong.

"To a new chapter as neighbors." Lisa smiled.

"Indeed." you smiled, touching your glasses together.

You'd taken barely two sips of wine before Lisa made a move. Her hands were on your waist, and she was swaying to music with you. Draping your arms around her neck felt like second nature.

"Sinatra?" you asked.

"Who else?" Lisa smiled.

She was light on her feet, and her hands dragged up and down your back as you danced. The music took a more romantic turn, and with that came more sensual dancing. Lisa cradled your head with one hand, holding you flush against her with the other arm around your waist.

"You know... I've met few people in my life who have struck me as you have.." Lisa smiled. ".. Such a busy girl."

You blushed. It was impossible not to be flustered at this proximity.

"Just trying to make a living." you shrugged.

"A hard worker, how attractive." Lisa purred. "Perhaps you should take a night off, live a little."

The sway of the music, the alcohol, the way she looked at you, it was all too difficult to resist.

"I think I will."

Lisa smiled, bringing her lips in to meet yours. The kiss was perfect, sensual, a little spicy. Her hand massaged your scalp, pressing her hips against yours as she teasingly nibbled on your lips. The kiss deepened further, and you allowed her to softly make-out with you, her tongue sliding over yours in a wine-tainted dance of desire and lust. Her kisses trailed lower, finding your neck. This was moving too fast, you could feel your control slipping.

"I don't do drunk hook-ups." you gasped, still leaning into her kisses, your body incapable of catching up with your higher brain's desire for rationality.

"Then get sober." Lisa answered, nibbling at your neck.

It was too much, too soon. You gently pulled away from your drunk hostess, grabbing your jacket off the chair.

"Goodbye, Lisa." you whispered, rushing out of her house.

Ilsa was left with flush cheeks, smeared lipstick and her shattered expectations. This time, this particular mishap, Ilsa didn't hesitate to break something. Going into the basement, Ilsa broke the various wine bottles on the concrete floor, beating her punching bag until her wrists ached, until the bag split. You were supposed to be in her arms right now, you were supposed to be raking those gentle hands into her scalp as she sucked and licked at your clit. She was supposed to be tying you up as you begged to be able to touch her, Ilsa was supposed to be burying the strap she'd bought into your aching pussy, watching as your legs spasmed at the spread. Ilsa screamed in anger, rushing to her desk, looking for some kind of sign that you were as affected as she was.

The cameras into your home showed you taking a shower. Nothing sexy, nothing pretty, just you showering. And then you had the audacity to go to bed without taking your meds. Ilsa snarled, slamming her hands on her desk. She needed some kind of show for the progress she had made, and if she couldn't have you tonight, she was going to get as close as possible.

Bella meowed when she barged into your house. She was still an agent, she still moved quietly, but in her haste the movements she made were sloppy. Ilsa didn't stop to feed the cat, no, she ran right up the stairs, syringe in hand. It was a sedative of a higher dose than the meds she had you normally taking. She was on the verge of doing something irrational, that much Ilsa was aware of. The needle was in your neck before your brain had time to process the presence of the intruder, the hand against your skull.

"Princess, how dare you." Ilsa seethed, the vein on her forehead bulging dangerously.

She flipped your unconscious form on your back, kissing and biting at your neck furiously, marking you up impatiently.

"This wasn't the plan, Ilsa panted. "You absolute..."

Ilsa held back the insult. It was her fault, obviously. She just hadn't used the right groups of people. No, she'd been too forward, too vague with the subliminals. But after the months she'd put into learning your schedule, Ilsa didn't have the patience left to be slow with you anymore, not when she'd worked for three weeks evicting the next door neighbor who'd lived there for the past decade. Too far didn't exist to her at this point, not when she'd learned you so well, not when she'd exhausted her resources to the point of settling into the townhome next to you.

"Princess, you're coming back with me tonight." Ilsa whispered.

Hauling you over her shoulder felt like breathing freely after an hour of breath hold training. Bringing you into her house through the shared door felt like her first successful mission in a decade. Dropping you onto her bed and tying you there by your wrists felt more rewarding than capturing a terrorist. Ilsa collapsed in her bed beside you and began to laugh. She kicked off her shoes, pulling off her pants. She pressed her face into your neck, inhaling your scent as she pulled her panties down, furiously rubbing her fingers over her clit.

"Enough is enough, princess, you're mine now. And they'll never find you.

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Fixer Upper

Part 18

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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(Name) rubbed her eyes as Kurapika stood up. “I’ll go grab us some breakfast. We should be arriving in York New in around 30 minutes.”

He let his suit jacket with her, (Name) not even noticing as she pulled it over her more to keep warm.

The blonde arrived a few minutes later, carrying a few juice boxes and two takeout boxes with him.

“I got you waffles, with strawberries.”

She sat up, folding his jacket and placing it next to her before giving him a sleepy smile. “Ahh, thank you Kurapika.”

He sat down with his own takeout box, (Name) blinking a bit when he opened it.

Her box was elegantly made, having a waffle in the center covered in strawberries, syrup, and whip cream. In the little side cups we’re eggs, bacon, and sausage neatly placed with a toothpick sticking out of one of the mini sausages.

This was a stark contrast to Kurapika’s box. There was a waffle, but it was soggy, covered in syrup and whip cream with peaches slapped on top of it. The sides had been haphazardly tossed in on top of his waffle.

And he seemed to have no problem with it. Kurapika began eating his food, only wincing a little at the dreary sight. (Name) couldn’t help but snicker. “Kurapika, do you wanna share with me? Your plate… um…”

“I dropped it…”

His dejected tone made her giggle. “Aww, Kurapika…”

She scooted closer, taking his box and pulling out some of the sides and slices of peaches, placing it on her plate. “Here, I’ll pick some of the none soggy stuff up.”

When she was done, she moved the takeout box onto the small table in front of them, offering him his for. “Dig in!”

(Name) snatched a strawberry from the plate, the corners of her mouth twitching up when she watched him grab a wedge of the peach, the blonde glancing at her before he placed it in his mouth.

‘He’s so cute!’

(Name) cut the waffle into two half’s, giving him the bigger slice. He gave her a look, gesturing to the waffle but she shook her head. “You eat more than I do, go ahead, sweetheart.”

The pet name flustered the poor blonde, Kurapika shoving a piece of the waffle into his mouth.

“Haha, is it good?”

He nodded, strawberry syrup dripping down his chin. (Name) gasped, leaning forward and swiping up the sweet liquid with her finger.

“Ahh, that was close! That would of left a touch stain on your shirt.”

Without thinking, she stuck her finger in her mouth, licking the excess syrup off. He could only stare, face turning pink, then red.

Kurapika crossed his legs, eating quietly before excusing himself. “I’ll be right back, just have to… use the bathroom…”

He took one last look at her content face before leaving to deal with his hard on.

——————

The two exited the train together, Kurapika pulling her suitcase behind him. “Are you sure you don’t mind? I can carry it, I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

Ouch.

Kurapika hesitated for a moment, feeling his heart thump painfully against his chest. “You’re not…”

He sighed, continuing to pull it along. “I’ve got it.”

They took a cab to the hotel, Kurapika keeping a close eye on the girl. When she noticed him staring, she sent him an uneasy smile. “Is there something wrong?”

“No… why do you ask?”

She squirmed in her seat, hiding herself behind her fluffy cardigan. “Your eyes are… kind of intense right now. I just thought maybe I made you mad or something.”

He paused, hand clenching. This seemed to only further her fears, the girl quickly holding up her hands. “S-sorry! I… I didn’t mean to…”

“No, it’s fine. I’m not mad at all, I promise.”

He attempted to comfort her, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder, only to see her flinch away.

“(Name)… I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know! I… I know.”

She did know, but she also thought she knew that back when he did hurt her.

He attempted again, reaching out to gently pat her head. She allowed this, but was tense under his touch.

Leorio and Killua weren’t around to protect her right now, and although she wanted to trust him, wanted to find happiness in his touch, it didn’t come as easy as it did when she had the other two to rely on.

They would be spending a lot of time alone together, and she was nervous.

“We’re here.”

Kurapika offered his hand to help her out if the cab, heart fluttering when she took it. “Thank you.”

Again, he insisted on pulling her suitcase for her, smacking her hands away playfully when she tried to take it. “Ah ah, I got it. You’re doing me a favor, it’s the least I could do.”

She laughed this time, following behind him with a little smile on her lips. “Okay, okay.”

It’s time like these that made (Name)’s heart beat a little faster as the blonde followed behind her, stopping to rush and open any door in her path. He even reached over her to press the elevator button, smiling down at her. “I’ve got it.”

(Name) was a little perplexed on why he was acting the way he was. He hadn’t been rude to her at her home, but Kurapika hadn’t been this… sweet.

“Are you in… any pain?”

(Name) tilted her head at the question. “Pain? What do you mean?”

He wouldn’t meet her eye. “You know… because of your time of the month.”

Oh.

“Haha, is that why you’re carrying my stuff around? I’m fine, the medication I’m on helps keep the symptoms more tame.”

He nodded slowly. “I see, that’s good…”

Kurapika still continued to carry her stuff for her, even opening their hotel room door.

“Oh wow!”

(Name) squealed, running around the room and peeking out the large window. Kurapika couldn’t help but smile, watching her twirl around the fancy hotel room with soft eyes.

“Kurapika, it’s huge! Oh my gosh!”

She peeked her head into the bathroom, looking back at him with a beaming smile. “The bath and shower is huge! I can’t wait for tonight!”

She finished her tour by falling onto the bed, a laugh leaving Kurapika’s lips when she began to sink in.

“Are you alright, (Name)?”

She mumbled something into the plush bed, the blonde walking over to pull her up. “What was that?”

“This is the fanciest place I’ve ever been.”

‘God she’s adorable.’

He sat down with her on the bed, turning to look at her. “You like it?”

“Yes! It’s amazing!”

His smile faltered a little when he noticed her putting the dots together. “Oh. There’s… only one bed.”

Kurapika sighed softly, standing up. “Yes, that is the only problem. I was unable to cancel this room and reserve another within such short notice.”

“… sorry.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “… why are you apologizing?”

“…”

She fiddled with her cardigan uncomfortably, the man sighing. “Anyways, I can sleep on the floor, or-“

“Kurapika.”

She placed a hand on his arm, her touch light. “It’s alright. We can…”

(Name) gave him a smile. “We can sleep in the same bed. I mean, it’s just like the Hunter exam, right?”

Kurapika felt his heart thump against his chest at the thought of sleeping next to her again. He’d truly taken it for granted before, having such a beautiful woman cuddled into his chest, giving him kisses, touching him…

He cleared his throat. “Yes, I guess it is, since this is also a necessary situation.”

(Name)’s expression fell, her smile gone. “Ah, yeah. Necessary…”

Kurapika paused, remembering something he’d spat out in the heat of the moment to try and push her away nearly two years ago.

“And look, you did something right for once! You sure did keep me warm during the fourth phase. Looks like you are useful for something, even if all that is, is being a warm body.”

He slapped a hand to his head. ‘Stupid, she probably thinks you’re trying to use her. But…’

He glanced at the girl, who stood up to unpack her suitcase.

‘It would be nice to feel her warmth again.’

Kurapika watched as (Name) fixed her hair, humming to herself. “Kurapika, what am I getting ready for?”

The blonde leaned against the bed. “Oh, we’re just going out to get you a dress for tomorrow evening.”

(Name) froze at this, her head whipping around to look at him. “A dress… you mean clothes shopping? Kurapika…”

She gave him a wary look, turning from the vanity. He waved her off. “I already checked, they do sell your size there. Leorio… made sure I checked before taking you.”

(Name) sighed. “Ah… good…”

“Although, in my opinion every store should carry your size. It just doesn’t make sense to me why not.”

She looked up to see Kurapika cross his arms over his chest, obviously pissed off. (Name) stared at him for a moment, taking in his face before giggling. “Aww, Kurapika! Thanks for being so sweet.”

She stood from her vanity, picking up her purse instead of her backpack.

“I’m ready. We can pick out my dress, then get some lunch!”

He nodded, opening the hotel room door for her. “That sounds perfect.”

———————

Kurapika glanced down the long street ahead of them before taking (Name)’s hand. “Stay close to me.”

He didn’t say why, but from his strong grip on her arm, she didn’t question it. ‘Maybe he sensed something? I could use Gyo, but…’

“Don’t.”

It seemed Kurapika knew what she was thinking, he had a smile on his face that would look charming to most, but to someone who knew him, he looked… tense.

(Name) sent him a confused look, but decided to just follow his lead. He lead her into the first store, (Name) raising an eyebrow at him. It was a luxury dress boutique, and it didn’t seem like the type of shop (Name) would be able to shop in.

“Hello there! How may I be of service today?”

A woman stood before them, hands clasped tightly at her chest. She wore a customer service smile, it only slightly wavering at the sight of (Name).

“Hello, we’re here to find a dress for my lovely wife.” Kurapika smiled, pulling her a little closer and leaning his head against her’s affectionately.

‘Wife!?’

(Name)’s face heated up, barely holding herself back from sending an inquisitive glance Kurapika’s way. He spoke so confidently, lowering an arm to her lower back. “We have a dinner with a colleague tomorrow night, and I would love to find her something elegant, and classy.”

The woman nodded, looking (Name) up and down. “Is there a specific color you’re going for, Miss?”

(Name) glanced to Kurapika, who gestured her to speak.

“Oh, um… no, not really.”

“I see!”

She turned. “Follow me!”

(Name) looked at the floor as they walked towards the back of the store. “Here we are!”

“… what?”

Kurapika stared at the small rack, containing a handful of what Kurapika could only describe as ‘grandma dresses’.

(Name) sighed next to him and began to browse the small selection. “(Name).”

He pulled her away, frowning. “No. Miss, where are the rest of your dresses?”

“Oh, these are all the dresses we carry in her size.”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t even measured her yet?”

“I don’t need to. She’s not exactly… our intended audience.”

“Kurapika, it’s fine. I’ll just-“

Kurapika huffed, pulling her towards the door. “No, it’s not fine. If they don’t have what you want, we’ll go somewhere else.”

(Name) squeaked as he grabbed her by the waist, holding her close to him as they walked down the street. “What kind of boutique speaks to its customers like that? Wasted my time…”

He grumbled a few choice words to the rude employee as they left, hand gripping her waist. She glanced down at his hand, then up to him. “Kurapika? You’re… squeezing me a bit too tight.”

The blonde was quick to retract his hand, instead deciding to hold hers. “Ah, sorry. That woman pissed me off. I hate that you get treated like that, (Name), it’s disrespectful.”

(Name) looked at the ground. “Meh, I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be.”

He squeezed her hand lightly. (Name) smiled softly, squeezing back. “You’re a real sweetheart, Kurapika. Thank you.”

‘Don’t say that, (Name). Not after everything I’ve done to you.’

He didn’t say this though, only continuing to lead her town the street.

The next store they entered was extravagant, framed by white columns. “We’ve entered Rome.” (Name) whispered to the blonde. He held back a snicker, giving her a look.

“(Name), we’re supposed to be a classy married couple.”

“Oh, classy married couples can’t joke around?”

He scowled. “No, they can’t.”

“Hello, how may I help you?”

They both jumped at the sudden question, (Name) giving the friendly employee a polite smile. “Hi, I’m looking for a dress for a…”

“For a meeting with a colleague. Something elegant.” Kurapika finished.

The employee smiled warmly. “Ah, I see. We have a wide variety of dresses available here. Is there anything you’re looking for in particular?”

(Name) explained some of her preferences to the woman as Kurapika stared at the opposite wall.

‘Is that…’

“So, you two are a married couple, right?”

(Name) nodded a bit too quickly, face heating up at the question. Kurapika held back a laugh. “Yes, we are. Actually, we married just last week, and we’re currently on our honey moon.”

“Oh, congratulations! You two are such a cute couple!”

(Name) covered her face with her hands, Kurapika quick to pull her in closer and chuckle. “Thank you. Sorry, my wife is a little shy.”

‘My wife! Ah!’

Kurapika gently squeezed her arm, attempting to signal to her that she needed to calm down, but she was too busy trying to breathe to comprehend it.

“So, newlyweds, huh? You two must be having lots of fun all alone!”

Kurapika blinked, glancing down at his flustered friend to see if he’d heard correctly. (Name) was also looking up to him, eyes wide and face hot.

“… lots of fun.”

(Name) gasped and smacked his arm. “Kurapika Kurta!”

He laughed, cheeks a light pink. “Sorry, sorry. Again, she’s quite shy.”

“Haha, most newlyweds are. Please, come this way, and I’ll show you some of our dresses.”

As the walked through the store, (Name) became more and more nervous. She looked through a few of the dresses, sighing. “Kurapika… I can’t afford anything here. We may need to-“

“No need to worry.”

He pulled out his wallet, giving her a sly smile. “I’ll be paying.”

(Name) froze, blinking up at the blonde. “… what?”

He tugged on her arm to keep her going. “Consider it a gift for accompanying me to dinner tomorrow night.”

She shook her head rapidly. “No, no I couldn’t accept that, it’s-“

He flicked her forehead. (Name) could be incredible stubborn when it came to accepting gifts, and he’d already planned a response to her denial.

“I’m buying the dress regardless. If you don’t wear it, it’ll just go to waste.”

She grumbled at that, poking her tongue out at him.

“Here we are!”

(Name) looked to the woman, her tongue still sticking out. “Mm?”

Kurapika stared at her tongue for a moment before looking around.

“Ahh, isn’t this much better, (Name)?”

They looked upon a vast variety of dresses. Every color, length, and cut was available.

“Wow, I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen so many dresses in my size.”

Kurapika smiled, placing a hand on her back. “Go ahead, sweetheart.”

(Name) knew he had to be able to feel her heart thump rapidly through her skin. ‘Ahh… I wish he’d call me that more often.’

She immediately began moving towards the clearance section, Kurapika grabbing her wrist. “(Name), I said something elegant.”

(Name) pouted at this, but allowed him to guide her towards the more expensive dresses.

The employee helped her pick a few dresses, Kurapika being shooed away when he attempted to peek at the selection. “Mr. Kurta, stay over there! It’ll be a nice surprise!”

He blinked at that. ‘Surprise?’

As (Name) pulled her dress on over her head, she thought back to Kurapika’s words. It was always hard to tell how the blonde was feeling, especially in a situation where he was acting.

At the insinuation of having sex with her, he didn’t react much, besides the lightest of pink taking over his cheeks. (Name) couldn’t help but be curious to what his thoughts where in that moment. Had he been embarrassed? Intrigued? Happy?

‘No, I know exactly what he thinks of me…’

“You disgust me.”

She felt a shiver run up her spine at the memory of his words, her arms wrapping around herself in an attempt to provide some form of comfort to her trembling body. The girl was nervous, feeling her stomach churn slightly when she thought about the way he looked at her in the moment.

(Name) had always prided herself on being able to read people, but even she was at a loss then. His eyes were cold, and being hidden behind those gray contacts didn’t help. That day she lost her Pika, the man she loved being replaced by a stranger.

Even now, when he acted kind towards her, she could only briefly forget what he’d done, and now that they were all alone, it was getting harder to ignore the elephant in the room.

Was he sorry for what he’d done?

(Name) wasn’t stupid. She knew he hadn’t apologized to her yet, but she wanted to believe that he would. He’d come back to her after all, didn’t that mean something. Surely, the Pika she knew would never use her for his own gain.

But then again, was he really the Pika she had loved all those years ago?

Did he ever even really exist?

(Name) shook her head. ‘No, no he did exist, my Pika was real. He… he couldn’t have been acting. He really did care about me…’

Even as she said this, trying to smile, there was still a lingering doubt in the back of her mind, but she wouldn’t let that stop her from holding onto hope.

She still held onto the hope that he was still in there somewhere, that one day she could hold his hand, and he’d squeeze it back, pulling her into his arm embrace and holding her like he used to.

‘I miss you, Pika…’

But none of that mattered. She could sense it, he was holding her at arms length. When this mission was over, he would leave her, possibly for forever.

And that hurt even more than any insult Kurapika could throw at her.

The employee walked back after assisting (Name) in the changing room. The girl had been quiet the entire time, seemingly lost in thought. This made the employee hum. ‘Marriage troubles?’

“So… you two been on your honeymoon long?”

Kurapika leaned against the wall raising an eyebrow in the employees direction. “No, why do you ask?”

“Well, I don’t mean to be crude, but I can tell you two haven’t…”

Kurapika stiffened slightly at the insinuation, letting out a cough. Perhaps the girl was sad that he hadn’t made a move yet?

“We’ve… only been in York New for half a day.”

He hoped that would be enough of an answer for the woman, but she continued. “Oh, I see. But you should get at it soon, don’t you want to start a family?”

Kurapika felt his head go fuzzy at her words. The image of (Name) with a cute little baby bump, giggling as he held her close came to mind.

“Aren’t you excited to be a daddy, Kurapika?”

“Yes, angel. I couldn’t be happier.”

Thoughts of being together as a family filled his head, causing his heart to swell. If there was one thing the blonde wanted more than anything else in the world, it was a family. A wife, a child, friends that would be there for him when he needed them, and vice versa.

“Yes… that would be… nice.”

“Well then… maybe I can help you get things… started.”

Kurapika followed her gaze to the wall he’d been staring at earlier.

The lingerie section.

——————

“Uh, hello?”

Kurapika’s head twisted in the direction of (Name)’s voice. He set down the pair of lacy black panties he’d been inspecting to follow her voice.

“Oh, I’m coming!”

The employee began walking towards the changing room, causing a strange feeling to settle in Kurapika’s chest. He nearly pushed the employee over trying to get to (Name) first.

“I’ve got it.” He said, sending the employee the friendliest smile he could manage. It looked more pained than friendly, but she backed off nonetheless.

“What is it, (Name)?” He stood right outside the door, listening for her response.

“Kurapika? Oh, can you get the employee? I need someone to zip me up.”

He swallowed, heart beginning to race. “She’s busy.”

“Oh… well…”

(Name) poked her head out of the door, giving him a shy smile. “You can do it, then.”

Kurapika took a moment to compose himself before walking in.

And good thing he did, because the sight of her in her new dress took his breath away.

“(Name), you…”

His mouth hung open, eyes drinking in her form. She wore a floor length, satin dress. It was midnight blue in color, a long slot going up one side to expose her soft thigh.

“Does it look okay?”

She looked back at with with those pretty (e/c) eyes, holding the fabric of the dress over her exposed chest. He gulped, quickly standing behind her and beginning to zip her up.

“You look beautiful, (Name). Absolutely stunning.”

(Name) covered her face with her hands. “You really mean that, Kurapika?”

He turned her by her shoulders to get a better look at her, his eyes softening. “Yes, yes I promise.

He expected her to giggle, for that pretty smile of hers to stretch across her face, but he only got a sigh and forced, small smile in return.

Those familiar words hung in the air, his past actions tainting them. In the past, (Name) had believed him without a doubt, and even now, she foolishly wanted to take his words as the truth.

She was like a moth to a flame, wanting to bask in his warmth before he eventually scorched her again. Kurapika realized what he said, and how he had broken his promise to her before.

“I’ll never deny you.”

Kurapika wanted to reach out, to apologize and reassure her that he truly did mean what he had said, but what did it matter anyways? He would be gone soon, and why would he waste all of the work he’d done to push her away by undoing it all with an apology? That would mean her hurt her for no reason.

And Kurapika couldn’t handle that realization, so he did nothing.

She stayed quiet, smoothing out the dress. Kurapika unzipped her so she could change. “Tell me when you’re dressed.”

And she did, a few minutes later. He walked back into her changing room, wordlessly picking up the dress and beginning to walk away.

“… Kurapika? Kurapika, what are you doing?”

“Buying this dress.”

She blinked. “But it’s the only one I’ve tried on, shouldn’t w-“

“Oh, keep trying on dresses. I’ll get you whatever you want, but I’m buying this one first.”

“Kurapika!”

She raced after him, grabbing his arm. He didn’t even pause, easily pulling her along with him. “K-Kurapika! I only need one dress for dinner! I’ll just get that one!”

He turned at that, tilting his head. “Are you sure? There were a few other dresses you wanted to try on..”

She sighed. “I’m sure. That one is perfect.”

(Name) sighed in relief when he relented.

——————

Her relief was short lived.

(Name) now sat in front of Kurapika, who held onto her leg as he slipped another shoe onto her foot.

“Hmm…”

He compared the color of the dress, sighing. “Nope, not right.”

He took off the shoe and moved on to the next pair.

“Kurapikaaa, it’s been 30 minutes. I’m tired of this.”

Kurapika patted her leg. “But Mrs. Kurta, don’t you want to find the perfect pair?”

“M-Mrs. Kurta!?”

He looked up at her through those thick blonde eyelashes, a sly smile on his lips. “Newlyweds, remember? You’ve got to get used to it, sweetheart.”

She pouted down at him. “Do you enjoy teasing me?”

“Maybe a little.”

(Name) folded her arms over her chest. “Rude.”

He settled on a pair of silver heels, (Name) tilting her head at the choice.

“Silver? I thought you were going for blue.”

“I was but…”

He imagined how exposed her shoulders and neck would be in that dress, taking a deep breath.

“I had an idea.”

——————

(Name) plopped down on their bed, butt in the air as she groaned into her pillow. “I’m exhausted. God I hate shopping.”

Kurapika tried to ignore the temptation of peeking in her direction, unpacking her dress and hanging it up in the walk in closet.

“Aren’t women supposed to like shopping?”

(Name) poked her head up at him. “Do you like football?”

“… no?”

She slumped back into the bed, mumbling something back to him he couldn’t hear. “Well, anyways, do you want to order room service?”

This seemed to interest her, the girl jumping up. “Room service?”

He laughed. “Yes, order whatever you like. I’m going to take a shower. Just get me whatever you get.”

Kurapika gathered a change of clothes, taking one last look at her before closing the bathroom door.

He couldn’t deny that sharing a room felt awfully familiar to him, in a comforting way. The nights he spent cuddled up with her during the Hunter Exam had been some of the best of his life.

Even when they couldn’t be physically next to each other, staying on call with her as he slept helped him feel safe, loved.

He wondered if she felt the same way. After all, it was her that comforted him during his nightmares, sang him lullabies and blew kisses when he was sad. Kurapika was beginning to realize that oftentimes, she was the one comforting him.

He opened his eyes, letting the warm water cascade down his pale body. Using her shampoo and soap always felt nice, and he considered switching to it when he left after this mission.

‘Only because it smells good. Not for… any other reasons…’

Even as he said that, his cock twitched when he opened up her shampoo bottle. It’s like his body knew that the smell was associated with being near her, and was reacting on its own.

‘Fuck…’

He looked down at his hard cock, frowning. ‘I’ll have to deal with this… why does this keep happening? What’s causing my body to react this way?’

As he stroked himself, he spotted her own change of clothes sitting on top of the sink. For some reason, the thought of her panties being folded under her shirt or pants made him excited.

He ended up cumming the thought of her cute panties alone. He bashfully finished his shower, cursing his mind for thinking such things. Kurapika hated how sensitive his body was now, how easily he was affected by her.

(Name) ordered their food, curling up on their bed as she waited. Kurapika’s shower didn’t take too long, the blonde stepping out around 30 minutes later. His hair was still wet, a towel hung around his shoulders.

“I hope you don’t mind me using your shampoo. I forgot mine.”

That was a lie, he’d purposefully left his shampoo at home so he could use hers without suspicion.

“I don’t mind at all! Now come here.”

Kurapika sighed softly as she ran her fingers through his hair. He sat cross legged in front of her, head leaning against his knee as she dried his soft blonde locks.

Moments like this made him miss when she would touch him so casually, kiss his cheeks and jump into his arms with ease. When she was taking care of him like this, she touched him.

Maybe that’s the reason he sought her out after his shower. It would be easy to dry his own hair to appease her, but he didn’t. He purposely didn’t dry his hair so he would. It was an attempt to feel that familiar warmth he did when they were together during the Hunter exam, when things were simpler.

When he hadn’t hurt her yet.

“There, all done.”

She scooted off the bed, throwing the towel into the hamper. “Room service sure is taking their sweet time.”

The two sat on opposite sides of the bed, sneaking glances at each other. Through the window, they could see the sun was setting, meaning they’d have to go to bed soon.

“Room service!”

‘Oh thank god.’

(Name) jumped up and scurried towards the door, sighing in relief. “Thanks!”

The two ate together in silence. Once (Name) finished, she stretched. “I’ll go ahead and take my shower then. What are our plans for tomorrow?”

Kurapika set his laptop aside, thinking for a moment before speaking. “Besides dinner at 5 pm, nothing.”

(Name) nodded, shrugging off her cardigan and folding it. She placed it on her suitcase, Kurapika watching her.

“I see, then that means we can sleep in!”

Kurapika tilted his head. “Sleep in? I thought you might want to sight see.”

“Nah, I lived her for a few months, I’ve seen plenty. The train ride was more comfortable than usual, but it’s not the same as sleeping in a bed. I need to catch up on some missed sleep.”

The blonde continued typing on his laptop, humming softly. “Hmm, I guess that makes sense. I can’t guarantee that I’ll sleep in as well, but you can do as you wish with your free time.”

(Name) threw her pajamas onto her shoulder. “Besides, I don’t want to strain myself right now, considering…”

She held a hand over her abdomen, wincing.

“Ah, that’s true, I’d prefer you take it easy.”

Kurapika spared her a worried glance, the girl not catching it. She was already opening the bathroom door.

“Can you put my phone on charge for me? Thanks!”

She closed the door before he could answer. He glanced over to her side of the bed, seeing her phone lying on her pillow.

He picked it up, the weight of it being in his hand foreign. She had a strawberry themed phone case, and when he turned it on, his heart couldn’t stop racing.

Her lock screen was a picture of the five of them right after they saved Killua from the Zoldyck Estate. (Name) and Kurapika were so close, both in the picture and in general back then. Their cheek were pressed against each other, big smiles on their faces.

He melted at the sight, eyes softening. ‘God, she’s so cute.’

His smile faded when a message from who he assumed was Leorio popped up.

Oreo: rate these pussies (image attached)

Kurapika blinked, face turning red with embarrassment and anger. ‘What the hell is he talking about?’

Kurapika had to know what the picture was. He didn’t know her passcode, but assumed it was the same thing she used for everything.

He typed in her birthday, and if he wasn’t pissed off he would have laughed at how easy it was, her phone unlocking.

He clicked on Leorio’s contact, ready to tear him a new one.

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Kurapika stared at the images for a moment, feeling just a little silly for his previous rage. ‘He meant that as in… cats. Still…’

Kurapika shut her phone off, leaning over to put it on charge. ‘Why do I care if he’s sending her things like that anyways? Their relationship is none of my…’

He attempted to push away the familiar nasty feeling bubbling up in his chest. ‘…’

Kurapika shook his head. The laptop opened, Kurapika beginning to type away yet again.

‘Hmm…’

The blonde had done thorough research on both the restaurant they were visiting, and the informant they’d be meeting.

He was a flesh collector, popular in the community for his vast collection and strange morals.

‘Victor Hummin.’

The man refused to collect anything from any parties that had not consented to the sale of their own body parts. Kurapika found this strange, and didn’t know how to think about it.

Ok one hand, he was collecting the flesh of human beings, something Kurapika viewed as immoral. On the other hand… he only procured items from people who sold them willingly from their own bodies.

“Ugh, I’m tired.”

The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing echoes through the room, along with (Name)’s voice. Kurapika looked up from his laptop to see her standing by the bathroom, towel on her head.

She wore an oversized tshirt and…

Kurapika felt his blood rush to his face when he realized that her legs were completely bare. “(N-Name)?”

His face was completely red, hurriedly pulling their comforter over his lap to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

“Hmm? Do you need something Kurapika?”

She stretched lightly, a yawn leaving her lips.

‘Oh.’

A pair of black shorts peeked out of the bottom of her pink tshirt. Kurapika relaxed slightly, though his hard on was still raging.

He felt just a tad disappointed, letting out a huff.

‘Wait…’

Kurapika held a hand over his forehead, face red as he remembered the second phase of the exam. Leorio had the same reaction he was having now when (Name)’s skirt flew up then.

‘Oh no, I’m thinking like Leorio. This isn’t good…’

(Name) crawled into bed, lying on her tummy as she scrolled on her phone. She had her headphones on, kicking her feet as she watched some video.

He glanced from the fuzzy socks on her feet, to the towel on her head, then to her face. Her eyes blinked sleepily, the hand keeping her head up nearly slipping.

“(Name)?”

With her headphones on, she must not have been able to hear him. Kurapika reached out to tap her shoulder, the girl glancing to look at him before pulling her headphones to the side. “Yes?”

Kurapika placed his laptop on the table next to him, giving her a smile. “Staring at that phone in the dark will hurt your eyes. Let’s get some rest, hmm?”

(Name) rubbed her eyes. “Yeah… okay.”

She seemed to send someone a text before she set her phone on the nightstand, lifting up the comforter and snuggling underneath it.

It was quiet for a few minutes, the two feet of space separating the two blank. Kurapika was trying to keep himself calm. His body was heating up, and he was attempting to push the thought of her sleeping next to him out of his head.

‘She’s just sleeping next to you. Your body didn’t react like this during the Hunter exam, what makes this any different?’

“Kurapika?”

The blonde let out a shaky breath when he felt the space next to him dip under (Name)’s weight. She was closer now, maybe only a foot apart.

“Yes?”

He was turned away from her, hoping the darkness could hide his red face, but knowing it would do nothing to hide the sound of his racing heart.

“Do you remember when we used to sleep together during the Hunter Exam?”

A moment passed by before he answered. “… yes. I do.”

She was quiet, tracing shapes into the sheet. “Do you think… just for tonight… we can pretend everything is okay, and you can hold me like you used to?”

His breath hitched. ‘Hold… her…’

When he didn’t answer, he felt her scoot away, her voice coming out shaky.

“Sorry, you don’t have to, it’s f-“

She stopped when Kurapika turned around, wordlessly pulling her closer. He pressed his body against hers, holding her in his arms.

She quieted down, eyes fluttering closed as her body relaxed.

“Like this?”

He looked down at her, taking in her content face. She nodded, eyes opening up to look into his. “Yes, just like that.”

Kurapika leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. Her warmth seeped into his skin, making him almost whimper at how good it felt to be so close to her again.

Her hand reached up to cup his cheek, the blonde leaning into her touch. “I missed you, Kurapika. Even…”

She was quiet, shaking her head. “Never mind. Let’s get some sleep.”

He placed his hand over hers, pressing her hand into his cheek further. “… goodnight, (Name).”

“Goodnight, Kurapika.”

They both wanted to say something, but neither did. One a coward, one too kind.

Kurapika watched as she drifted off, taking in her features. Her soft lips, long lashes, chubby cheeks, all things he committed to memory.

His hand slipped from her back to her soft hips, gripping the fat around them gently. ‘So soft…’

(Name) was the epitome of softness, from her body, to her voice, to her personality, the first word that came to mind when thinking about her was ‘soft’.

Kurapika, on the other hand, was rough. Calloused hands, harsh personality, sour mood, everything indicated to him being rough around the edges. It made sense that someone as soft and kind as her would be hurt when she veered to close to him.

Though, he couldn’t complain about their close proximity now, especially when his body yearned to be closer to her, merge with hers.

Be inside her.

He groaned quietly, feeling himself grow hard again. The smell of her, fresh out of the show was tantalizing, almost unbearable. She was right there, smiling in her sleep as he held her close, and it’s like his body couldn’t help but react with excitement to the feeling of her warm breath against his neck.

Kurapika swallowed, eyes half lidded as he dipped his hand into his boxers, keeping the other one on her hip.

“Hahh…”

He covered his mouth, face red with embarrassment. ‘Did I just…’

He bit his lip to keep himself quiet as he stroked his cock, his imagination going wild.

He imagined (Name) waking up, glancing down at his bulge then back up to him with those pretty (e/c) eyes.

“Aww, Pika… do you need some help, there? Let me take care of you…”

He watched as she slipped her hand into his pants, pulling out his cock and stroking it slowly. “My Pika… does that feel good?”

“Hnn, yes angel, that feels amazing!”

She picked up the pace, leaning forward to press kisses into his sensitive neck. “Wanna cum inside of me, Pika? Fill my tummy up?”

Kurapika covered his mouth as he came, eyes squeezing shut. It took him a moment to come down from his high, and when he did, he realized what had happened.

He lifted the blanket up slowly, cock hardening again at the sight.

Kurapika had cum all over her thighs, feeling his dick twitch in his hand at the sight. He couldn’t help but feel… disappointed, like something about the sight wasn’t right.

He remembered what the (Name) in his mind had said to get him to cum so fast.

“Wanna cum inside of me, Pika? Fill my tummy up?”

Just those words alone were enough to get him pumping his cock again, soft pants leaving his mouth as he stared at (Name)’s sleeping face.

‘S-so pretty… fuck…’

Kurapika grabbed a fistful of her thigh, pulling her a little closer until the tip of his cock nearly kissed her legs. ‘Cant… get any closer…’

He wanted to kiss her, to push her panties to the side and slip into her warm cunt. Kurapika was always so, so cold, and she was so warm. Agonizingly so.

Kurapika watched her face, eyes gone red with lust as he leaned closer. As he came again, he leaned his forehead against hers, allowing himself that small physical contact.

“(N-Name)…” he whimpered out. “Hahh… hahh…”

More than anything he wanted her to wake up and touch him, kiss him, tell him how much she wanted him.

But she didn’t, and the blonde pulled up his pants, staring down at his cum dripping down her legs. He was ashamed of himself for cumming on her like that, but it was hard not to when she was holding onto him so tight.

He leaned to grab a tissue from his nightstand, gently wiping off her thighs before tossing it into the trash.

That feeling was washing over him again, the urge to pull her closer and cuddle. He’d felt this after he orgasmed the night they watched the Barbie movie, and it was even stronger now that they were lying next to each other.

Kurapika pulled her even closer, now able to press his body against hers entirely without his bulge getting in the way. He pressed a lingering kiss into her forehead, eyes getting heavy.

‘Goodnight, angel.’

———————

Kurapika was acting different the next morning. Before she’d woken up, he’d ordered room service for the two. When (Name) did finally wake up, it was to his starling red eyes looking into hers, taking in every detail of her face.

“Mmm… Kurapika?”

He blinked, cheeks pink when he realized she caught him staring. “Good morning, (Name).”

If only she knew he’d been staring at her sleeping face gif the better half of an hour, occasionally cupping her cheek to gently tilt her head in different directions.

She yawned, attempting to stretch and sit up when she realized he was still holding onto her. (Name)’s eyes flitted to the hands griping her hips, her face heating up.

Something… something was poking into her tummy, but the blonde seemed unaware of that. Could it be his arm? His…

“Kurapika, you’re-“

He pulled his hands away quickly, as he’d been holding onto something hot. Kurapika said nothing as she scooted out of bed, eyes following her swaying hips.

“Be right back…”

She closed the bathroom door behind her, and the blonde felt something uneasy settle into his chest.

The space next to him was empty, and he wasn’t sure why that made him… nervous. The warmth she’d left behind was fading away, and try as he might, Kurapika couldn’t keep it there.

He scooted into her spot, cuddling into her pillow. It smelled like her, a soft strawberry scent with hints of vanilla and coconut.

‘(Name)…’

He hugged her pillow, smiling against the soft fabric. His morning wood prodded against the mattress, the blonde whining.

‘Fuck…’

He glanced back at the bathroom door. He could hear the sink running, so he assumed she was doing her morning routine. Usually, it took (Name) around 10 minutes to brush her teeth, wash her face, and moisturize. That meant he had just enough time to take care of his problem.

While his face was buried in her pillow, he reached down into his pants. Kurapika gasped when his hand made contact with his sensitive cock, slowly pumping along his length as he nuzzled against (Name)’s pillow.

Over time, his imagination shifted from just seeing her panties for the first time, to her jerking him off, and then to now…

“Hahh, P-Pika!”

She gasped when his tongue lapped at her cunt, fingers pushing their way in. “Yes, angel?”

She looked down at him with teary eyes, holding onto his hair. His cock twitched in his hand this image.

“Feels so good, Pika… make me feel so good!”

He groaned into her pillow, cheeks turning pink. ‘Gonna…’

Kurapika gasped as he came, thankfully he’d thought to grab a tissue before hand.

It seemed he came just in time too, because the sound of the sink turning off had the blonde scurrying to his side of the bed.

“Kurapika, I’m done!”

‘Kurapika…’

In his imagination, (Name) still called him Pika. Kurapika knew it was his own fault she didn’t use that name anymore, but it still hurt sometimes.

He didn’t hate it, not in the slightest. He couldn’t hate anything (Name) gave him, not the nickname, not anything else. Kurapika would even love any scars, bruises, or marks she left on his pale skin.

And if he thought about that anymore, he’d get hard again. “Alright. I ordered room service for breakfast, should be here soon.”

She grinned, plopping down next to him. “Really? Thanks Kurapika!”

Her thighs was touching his, the smell of mint and her moisturizer making him sigh. “I’ll be right back.”

He climbed out of bed, putting on the slippers (Name) brought for him and walking to the bathroom to get his morning started.

——————

Kurapika glanced at the clock. It was around 2 pm, and (Name) was still in her pajamas, cuddled up in bed.

Despite having nothing to do today, Kurapika had dressed in one of his suits, and sat at the desk nearby typing away at his laptop.

The blonde stole glances at her, his tired eyes lingering on her relaxed face. ‘Must be nice, to be able to relax like that.’

He didn’t feel jealous, though, well maybe a little, but mostly felt… happy. This was how it was supposed to be. (Name), relaxed and happy as she snacked on some chips and FaceTimed Killua, and Kurapika diligently working to further his goals.

“Hey, where’s the twink?”

(Name) bit her lip stop her from laughing. “Killua, you’re not supposed to say that word, it’s an adult word.”

“But he is one! Just look at him!”

Kurapika frowned in his seat. ‘What does that even mean? Oh, I can google it.’

He switched to another tab and typed the word into google, waiting a moment for it to load.

“…”

(Name) jumped when her phone was ripped from her hand, Kurapika holding it to his face. “Killua you little-“

“Whoops, gotta go, talk to ya later (Name)!”

Kurapika huffed, handing (Name) her phone back. “Sorry, Kurapika. He teases everyone.”

The blonde plopped down onto the bed, lying down right beside her. “Really? It seems I’m the victim of all his teasing these days.”

(Name) gave him a sympathetic look.

‘But… I guess I do deserve it, considering…’

Kurapika sighed, sitting back up. “We should be getting ready soon. Dinner starts at 5 pm sharp, and it’s a fifteen minute drive there.”

She grumbled, burying her face in her pillow. Kurapika wanted to laugh, to lay his head against her back and cuddle with her for the rest of the time they had before dinner.

But he didn’t. The blonde stood up, shaking her shoulder gently. “Come on, (Name). You’ve been in bed all day, it’s time to get up.”

She looked up at him, sticking her tongue out before burying her face back into the pillow.

‘Did she just..?’

Kurapika blinked at the girl, tilting his head. ‘She did. She actually did.’

“(Name)… you have so many things to do. You have to get dressed, do your makeup…”

“Don’t wanna!”

She pulled the comforter over her head, Kurapika having to keep a straight face even when she wiggled around like a little caterpillar.

“Alright, you asked for it.”

Kurapika threw the blanket off and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her into a sitting position before picking her up.

“H-hey!”

Kurapika didn’t budge as her legs kicked, only patting her thigh. He sat her in front of the vanity, patting her head before smiling. “There. If I have to carry you from place to place, I will. You’re a spoiled wife, aren’t you?”

(Name)’s face heated up, looking down at her lap. Hearing him call her his wife, having him treat her so gently made her feel… strange. Maybe it was her being hormonal because of her period, but she felt a familiar heat in between her legs.

“Kurapika…”

She pouted at him as he walked back towards the closet, pulling out her dress and his suit.

“Yes, Mrs. Kurta?”

Kurapika felt a little bad, getting her all embarrassed like that, but in his mind it was necessary. They needed to practice being a married couple… and maybe he enjoyed pretending they were together.

Maybe he enjoyed it a bit too much.

“… hmph. Never mind.”

She began to apply her makeup, picking up brushes and what seemed like little sponges. It was fascinating really, the blonde having to tear his eyes away so he could get ready himself.

—————

“Kurapika, could you zip me up please?”

The blonde nodded, turning around as he fiddled with his tie. ‘Stupid thing, I can never get this right…’

When he looked up from his chest, his eyes went wide.

Standing before him was (Name), but he’d never seen her look like this before. The dress hugged her figure, the sight of her (s/c) plush thigh poking through the slit making his heart skip a beat.

As he zipped her up, he got a good look at her face.

Elegant was the first word that came to mind, exactly what Kurapika had requested. Her makeup was perfect, (Name) looking up at him through her thick lashes. “Do I look alright?”

The blonde cleared his throat, standing up straight. “You look more than alright, you look… beautiful.”

He knelt down to place her shoes on her feet, internally gushing at the way her dress fell around her thigh as she lifted her leg up.

“It’s a little long… I’m afraid I’ll step on the bottom of my dress.”

She stared down at him, tilting her head slightly.

“… I’ll carry you around if I need to.”

“Kurapika!”

He laughed, putting on her other shoe before standing up. “I still don’t understand why you chose silver shoes. Nothing from my outfit matches that.”

“Well…”

Kurapika opened his hand, revealing a small silver necklace. “Kurapika, you didn’t-“

“Use Gyo.”

(Name) furrowed her eyebrows, but did as told. “It’s… made of nen.”

Kurapika gestures for her to turn around. (Name) turned, lifting up her hair. He placed the necklace around her, fingers brushing against her neck. Kurapika paused when she shivered, noticing that reaction down for later.

“There.”

He had her turn once again, eyes drinking her in.

Now her neck wasn’t bare, a necklace made from HIS nen claiming it. The sight of her bare neck and shoulders the day before when he bought her that dress had Kurapika’s heart thumping against his chest like crazy.

With lust, and the nasty emotion that seemed to plague him when it came to her.

Possessiveness.

“It’s for your protection. If you move too far away, the chain will disappear, alerting me that you’ve moved out of the range of my nen.”

This was the lie he made up to justify this action to her, and himself. “And… I think it matches your shoes perfectly.”

He stared at her with half lidded eyes, hands on her shoulders as he looked her up and down. “Hmm… it seems you’re almost ready.”

“Almost?”

Kurapika held up a paper bag. “We have to put out wigs on!”

(Name) stared at him for what felt like an eternity, the blonde shrinking into himself a little.

“… couldn’t you have told me we were wearing wigs BEFORE I finished doing my hair?”

“… I forgot, sorry.”

(Name) pulled on her wig, grumbling to herself as Kurapika did the same. “… I am sorry. I didn’t even think about it.”

She sighed, glancing at him, and immediately laughed.

He looked like the epitome of a wet cat, twiddling his thumbs after putting on the same wig he’d worn in York New back then.

“Oh, my sweet husband, it’s okay~” she cooed, pinching his cheek. He frowned at her, cheeks a light pink.

“You’re teasing me.”

“Only a little. Come on, let’s go.”

Kurapika followed behind her, grabbing her purse before he opened the door. “After you, sweetheart.”

She felt her face heat up, but was quick to retort. “Thank you, my love~”

Kurapika stared at the girl as she continued walking, cheeks red. ‘Her love? Maybe I was once, but…’

His eyes softened, a wave of regret washing over him as he let her take the lead.

‘Surely, she can’t love me anymore. Not… not in the way she did before.’

—————

Kurapika opened (Name)’s door, helping her out. “This is where we’re meeting him. From this point on, I am your husband, and you are my wife. Make sure you remember.”

He stopped her, adjusting her wig. It was a different color and length than her natural hair, the girl huffing. “Of course. You drilled our love story into my head to the point I can recite it by heart.”

He gave her a smile. “Perfect. Now…”

He looped his arm with hers, leading her towards the restaurant. “Let’s go, don’t want to keep our acquaintance waiting.”

They entered the restaurant, (Name) holding back a gasp. It was extravagant, lit up by candlelight. Several couples were already waiting inside, chatting amongst each other.

‘Act natural. Just do what the others are doing.’

(Name) observed one of the couples. The man sat down, pulling his lover into his lap due to the lack of seating. His lover giggled, kissing his cheek as they continued their conversation.

Kurapika had also seen this, glancing down at his companion for her reaction. She was frowning.

‘Ah, so I shouldn’t do that.’

(Name) took the lead, pulling him towards two seats that had just opened up. “Come on, honey, you know how these heels fire me out.”

(Name) sat down, crossing one leg over the other, revealing her bare thigh. Kurapika was quick to drop the ground, pulling dress so it draped over her bare leg.

“Careful, dear, save that for later, when I have you all to myself.”

(Name)’s face heated up, the blonde leaning forward a bit. “Don’t want to catch any unwanted attention.”

He sat next to her, keeping a hand on her thigh. (Name) assumed this was to keep up the act, but Kurapika knew the truth.

He’d seen one of the men eyeing (Name) and had to make sure they knew she was taken. ‘Just… just to keep up the act. It would be suspicious if someone flirted with my supposed wife.’

But as his heart thumped away in his chest, eyes red behind his contacts, his heart knew this was a lie. He wanted others to know that she was his.

“Mr. and Mrs. Kurta?”

A waiter stood at the podium a few feet away. “That’s us.”

Kurapika stood, offering his hand to help her up. As the waiter lead them away, Kurapika sent a glare at the man that had been staring at her moments before.

“Kurapika Kurta, it’s great to meet you!”

The blonde blinked as he was pulled into a hug, a strong hand clapping him over the back. (Name) watched this, having to hold a gloved hand over her mouth to hide her laughter.

The man that hugged him was tall and beefy, with short finger hair and a thick, wiry beard to match. He seemed uncomfortable in his nice tux, tugging at the collar slightly as he turned to greet (Name).

“Ahh, this must be the wife you mentioned. I’m Victor Hummin.”

He held her hand in his, kissing the back of it. “I’m (Name) Kurta, it’s nice to meet you.”

She gave him a pretty smile, Victor elbowing the blonde. “Ahh, I see the praise you gave her is all true. She truly is a beauty.”

(Name) glanced to the blonde, who was avoiding eye contact. “Oh, Kurapika…”

She playfully hit his arm, the blonde blushing. Victor smiled at this, sitting back down. “Ahh, newlyweds. Remember when we were like that, muffin?”

(Name) and Kurapika glanced to his left, seeing a woman sitting down next to him. She had tan skin, and dark brown hair that went way past her shoulders. Honestly, she was gorgeous, with an hourglass figure and pretty face.

“Sit, sit, I already ordered some drinks to get us started.”

‘Drinks?’

(Name) glanced at Kurapika, who spoke up. “Ah, thank you, but my wife doesn’t drink.”

He held her hand with his affectionately, kissing the back of it. “She’s-“

“It’s alright, Kurapika. I should be fine, just for tonight.”

His smile became a little more forced at her words, sighing. “Well, if that’s what you want…”

He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. “If I’m being honest, I’m a little nervous, so it should help mellow me out a bit. I’ve never been on a double date before…”

Kurapika’s eyes widened. ‘Oh, I see what she’s doing. Any awkward behavior can now be blamed on her nerves or the alcohol. (Name)…’

“Ah, that makes sense. Don’t worry, this is our first double date as well, haha.”

(Name) had seamlessly explained away any awkwardness while also making herself seem more relatable, causing the two to lower their guard. ‘She’s… really good.’

Kurapika let her hand go, leaning back in his chair. “So, let’s get to business…”

Victor held his hand up. “Ah, ah, ah, not until we have our drinks. It’s…”

He sighed, his wife leaning closer to pat his back to comfort him. “It’s a lot.”

Kurapika, ever impatient was about to demand he speak, but (Name) spoke up just in time. “Thank you, Mr. Hummins, I can see that it bothers you to think about it. To know you’re here to help up warms my heart.”

(Name) gave him a sympathetic smile, placing a gloved hand on Kurapika’s back. “More than anything, I want my dear husband to find peace, so I appreciate anything you’re willing to tell us.”

Kurapika felt his heart melt. Even if this was all acting, he couldn’t help but feel so loved in the moment. He leaned his head against hers, kissing her cheek. “Thank you, love. I couldn’t ask for a better wife.”

(Name) turned to look at him, face hot. “K-Kurapika…”

There faces were so close, noses almost touching. Before he could lean forward to close the gap, they heard Victor clear his throat.

“Ehem. Our drinks are here.”

The two pulled away from each other, looking in opposite directions as they were served their drinks.

‘Did… did he almost kiss me?’

‘DID I ALMOST KISS HER!?’

Kurapika attempted to calm himself down, downing his drink as (Name) sipped on hers. The couple across from them glanced at each other before laughing.

“Ahh, it’s your honeymoon, right? I remember our honeymoon. I could barely keep my hands off of you.”

“Ohh, stop it Vic, you’ll embarrass them.”

And embarrass them it did, (Name) also downing her drink.

“Now… please, let’s talk business.”

A light pink had taken over Kurapika’s cheeks. (Name) assumed it was from the alcohol, not from his mind running wild with thoughts of kissing her, holding her close…

‘Maybe… maybe it would make it more believable if we-‘

“Ah, yes. I’ll tell you everything I know so far.”

Victor suddenly looked very taking a small sip from his drink. “As you know, I’m a flesh collector.”

(Name) barely prevented herself from reacting with disgust to the man’s words. ‘Kurapika didn’t tell me that part…’

“But I take my morals very seriously. I only take flesh from those who have consented to having it taken from them. I pay them handsomely too, of course.”

He let out a hearty laugh, Kurapika gripping (Name)’s hand tightly as he did. She could see a hint of red in his grey contacts, quickly pulling him a little closer.

“I see, how kind of you.” (Name) said, giving him a strained smile.

“Yes, and that’s the reason why I’m here today. When I heard about the scarlet eyes of the Kurta being sold, I was honestly excited at first. Most collectors have heard of their beauty, their color being one of the seven most beautiful in the world.”

(Name) nodded, gesturing for him to continue.

“When I found out how the eyes were obtained…”

He clenched his fist. “I was sick. Just a month ago, I was invited to another flesh collectors home. We like to brag about our collections to each other, as most collectors do.”

Victor sighed, eyes staring into his drink, the ice melting. He took a swig before continuing. “The eyes… they were so small, there was no way they came from an adult.”

Kurapika’s grip on (Name)’s hand increased to the point it was painful, but she didn’t mind. “That’s awful.”

“Indeed. I attempted to reason with my old friend, but he would hear none of it. He had several different pairs, I think three or four. All of them… all of them were the same, small size.”

His wife patted his back gently. “When he realized what he saw, Victor was inconsolable. Immediately, he made contact with the Hunter Association to get in contact with Melody.”

“Melody?”

They nodded. “Yes, she’s a music hunter, and your friend. Although most of the underground know of your existence, little know more than your name and the fact that you have the scarlet eyes. Thankfully, I’m good friends with the Nostrades.”

‘Ah, of course he is.’ Kurapika thought, thumb brushing over (Name)’s hand. The girl glanced at him, leaning against his shoulder.

“She made sure I was being genuine, and got me in contact with you. Now…”

Victor sipped on his drink again, the nearly fully melted ice clinking against the glass. “I will tell you half of the information on him now…

He finished his drink, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Half after you give me what we agreed upon.”

Kurapika nodded, letting out a sigh. “I understand. Go ahead, then.”

Victor folded his hands. “The man’s name is Dracule Midnight, professional flesh collector. He lives in Padokea, with his wife and two children.”

Kurapika let out a shaky breath. (Name)’s eyebrows furrowed, her hand gently rubbing Kurapika’s arm. “He has a family? How can someone that has the ability to care for others collect the eyes of children? Does he even understand what they had to do to reach that color?”

She wanted to scream, to tell the man off, but Kurapika calmed her with a gentle touch. “Shh… thank you, is that all the information you’re willing to give?”

“For now. For more, you’ll need to fulfill your end of the deal. Don’t get me wrong through, if you decide you don’t want to, you can leave right now and go about your night. But I can tell you things that are more than worth the price. Names, the address of his mansion, his schedule… his nen ability.”

(Name) glanced at Kurapika, seeing his face deep in thought.

“What… what is the price?”

Victor glanced to his wife, who seemed tired. “He didn’t tell you?”

The man sighed. “I believe in getting consent from the people I collect from. And because the Kurta clan has been wiped off the planet, there’s only one person left who… CAN consent.”

(Name) took a moment to process that, eyes widening with the realization of what he was implying. “Kurapika, no… no you wouldn’t…”

“That’s none of your business. I will hold my end of the deal.”

Victor nodded. “I’d like to see them. To make sure.”

Kurapika took a deep breath, (Name) begging him with her eyes for him to stop as he pulled his contacts out.

“Ahh, beautiful.”

She stood suddenly, pulling him up by the sleeve.

“Excuse me, sir, but I need to talk to my stupid husband before he makes a mistake that will piss his wife off.”

Kurapika was pulled towards the bathroom, Victor watching them go with a sigh. “That’s what he gets for hiding something from his wife. Right, muffin?”

Victor nudged his wife, but received no reaction.

“… muffin?”

——————

“Kurapika i can’t believe you! Your eyes, seriously?”

“To be fair, it’s just one.”

“Oh, my bad, it’s only one of the two eyes you have, that’s totally better! Look at how relieved I am now!”

“… you don’t look relieved.”

(Name) threw her hands up in the air. “Oh my god. Why are you so calm? I don’t understand. He wants your eye, Kurapika. Doesn’t that upset you?”

He leaned against the wall. “I told you I’m willing to do anything to complete my mission. Losing one eye is nothing compared to what I will gain.”

She frowned. “One eye, as if that’s all he wants. You know they’ll have to put you under anesthetics to remove it, who knows if they’ll stop at just one! Are you willing to risk your vision over information?”

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “He was cleared by Melody, (Name). If he had any bad intentions, she wouldn’t have connected him to me.”

(Name) looked down, holding onto her dress. “But…”

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at the ceiling. He expertly swiped at the corner of her eye, unable to look at her. “… don’t cry, you’ll mess up your makeup.”

(Name) looked down, sniffling as she held back het tears. The blonde sighed, summoning his chains. “… I won’t lie and say I won’t take the deal. I intend to.”

(Name)’s lip quivered, but Kurapika continued. “But…”

He summoned his dowsing chain. “I’ll use my dowsing chain, and if he’s intending to take both of my eyes, we’ll leave.”

She nodded slowly, allowing Kurapika to lead her out of the bathroom.

‘I hope he’s attempting to trick him…’

The arrived back at their table. “I’ve made my decision, but befo-“

Kurapika didn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence, Victor screaming out. “She’s not breathing!”

As if a flip switched, (Name) moves to his wife’s side, crouching down to place a finger on her neck. “… no pulse.”

“No… no…”

She pulled out her phone and began calling an ambulance when the man began to choke.

“Mr. Hummins? Are you-“

She gasped, seeing his body shake. Immediately assuming he may be choking on something, she attempted the Heimlich maneuver.

“Shit, it’s not working!”

In a panic, (Name) pulled off her glove and placed her hand on his skin. Kurapika watched, unable to do anything as (Name) activated her nen.

“Sir, can y-“

She gasped when he gurgled up fluid, pulling her hand away.

Kurapika’s eyes widened. “That’s the result of poisoning!”

‘But how is the question…’

They hadn’t eaten anything yet, so it must have been the drinks. ‘But we both drank ours quickly and are showing no symptoms… unless…’

He glanced between their glasses. “So that’s it! The ice!”

Their ice was still floating at the bottom of their cup, revealing a slight milky color as they melted. “The poison was in the ice, but why..?”

He immediately swiveled his head around, catching the man who’d been looking at them earlier staring in their direction.

‘Shit, SHIT!’

Kurapika grabbed (Name)’s hand and ran, hearing someone shout to run after them as they exited.

There were two thoughts on his mind. The first being to find a place to hide, the second…

‘I have to protect her. At any cost.’

They rounded a corner, the sound of pounding footsteps getting closer. He turned his head in every directions, spotting a dark alleyway to his left.

Kurapika pulled her in, shielding her body with his own. “They came this way! Make sure to check every nook and cranny!”

‘Fuck! They’re going to catch us!’

Kurapika looked down at (Name) eyes scanning her face. She looked scared, holding onto his shirt as she watched the opening of the alleyway.

“…”

He ripped his wig off before grabbing hers and throwing it into the dark. “H-hey, what are y-“

“Do you trust me?”

She paused, eyes darting from him to the alleyway before she answered. “… yes.”

Her hesitation didn’t go unnoticed, but the blonde didn’t have the time to care about that now. He took a deep breath before placing a hand on her cheek and leaning forward.

(Name)’s eyes went wide when his lips pressed into hers. His eyes stayed open briefly to look out of the alleyway before they squeezed shut.

Several things went through Kurapika’s mind when his lips touched hers, none of them holy. She was stiff, pushing him away slightly, but it seemed the more she pushed the further he leaned in.

After a moment, he pulled back, pressing his forehead against hers. “Relax, just act natural.”

His pretty scarlet eyes glanced to the opening of the alleyway before pressing his lips into hers once again. Realization flickered in her (e/c) eyes before she sighed into the kiss. ‘Act natural. Well…’

She pulled him closer by the front of his jacket, surprising the blonde. He’d been hesitant to further the kiss before, but it seemed she was ready.

His eyes fluttered close as he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of her lips on his, pining her to the wall. She gasped slightly, Kurapika taking this chance to slip his tongue past her lips.

“Mmph..!”

She whimpered into his mouth, causing the blonde to push further, his hand wandering down her body to grab hold of her thigh. She gasped when he lifted it to wrap around his waist, so close that his body fully pressed against hers. His hand slipped under the slit in her dress, pulling her in closer as she tangled hands in his hair.

“Are they in that alley?”

“Nah, just some horny lesbians.”

Even as the footsteps retreated away, Kurapika continued to deepen the kiss, their tongues dancing. His hand moved from her thigh, up her back to reach for her zipper.

“Ah, I think they’re gone.”

(Name) panted, hands pushing him back a little, only for him to lower his head to her neck. “K-Kurapika!”

“Can’t… can’t be sure. Not wearing… my contacts…”

He placed a kiss on the spot he’d brushed against earlier that day. She gasped, gripping his shoulders. “Shh, relax. Keep an eye on the entrance.”

He inhaled her scent before he lapped at her skin, causing the girl to yelp. His lips made contact, gently nibbling on her neck.

“Hahh, Kurapika!”

He gripped her thighs, the bulge in his pants pressing into her, too obvious to ignore. (Name) did her job to her best ability, barely able to focus when he was ravaging her neck. When he legs buckled, he lifted her up, holding her up against the wall as his lips moved from her neck back to her lips.

“Mmph!”

The way he was kissing her made her head spin. He seemed desperate, holding onto her like if he didn’t, she’d disappear.

His hips pressed further into hers, causing him to moan into her mouth.

After a few more seconds, he pulled back, a line of saliva connecting their tongues. He stared at her with half lidded scarlet eyes, tongue only inches from her own.

He continued to stare, before blinking slowly. ‘Oh. Oh…’

His face was red, hair a little messy from her hands tugging at it. Name) wasn’t doing much better, her lipstick smeared, eyes blurry from how hot and bothered she was.

“…”

He lowered her to the ground, making sure she could stand before he peeked out of the alleyway.

“… it’s clear.”

Kurapika grabbed her hand and began walking away. For a moment, the air was quiet. Neither of the two spoke, both still too flustered to think.

“… I’m sorry.”

Kurapika was the first to speak, staring ahead of them.

“It’s just, we needed to hide our faces, and my contact were off, and-“

“Kurapika, it’s fine, I understand. I know you wouldn’t do that without reason.”

He sighed, sending her a smile over his shoulder. “Thank you for being so understanding. I promise this won’t happen again.”

(Name) nodded, hand going to her neck. The spots his lips touched were still warm, and she could taste his drink on her tongue.

‘He was… poking into me again.’

She twiddled her thumbs. ‘It… it could have been his knee… and even if it was… something else, it’s natural for a man’s body to react that way to stimulation. I…’

“You disgust me.”

‘… he’s a good actor, that’s all. He… he doesn’t think of me that way…’

Kurapika’s words all those years ago rang through her head, squashing any wishful thinking she may have had. But still, (Name) couldn’t help the way her body trembled at the memory of his tongue in her mouth, his hand on her thigh.

‘He’s acting so calm, like nothing happened. Of course…’

Kurapika was facing away from her, and for good reason. His face was red, the tent in his pants grown almost painful from how horny he was.

He’d pressed right into her pussy, the residual feeling of her warmth making him nearly whimper as he led her towards their hotel.

‘I nearly… I nearly unzipped her dress.’

Kurapika bit his lip as he glanced back again, spotting the spots on her neck he nibbled and sucked on. ‘God… she looks so pretty right now. All I want to do is-‘

“Ah, finally.”

(Name) let go of his hand, leaning down to take off her heels as they entered the hotel. Kurapika blinked.

“Wait, you’ll get your feet all dirty.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Meh, it’s worth it. My feet are k-“

She yelped when he picked her up bridal style, holding her in his arms gently. “Of your feet were hurting, you should have told me.”

(Name) didn’t answer, much too tired to argue, she just leaned her head against his chest as he carried her to their room.

He set her on the bed, handing her makeup wipes and pulling her suitcase over. “I’ll change in the bathroom, so you can change here. Don’t worry, I’ll hang your dress up for you after.”

——————

When Kurapika finished changing and jerking off in the bathroom, he smiled softly at the sight of (Name) curled up in bed.

His smile faded when he spotted tears running down her cheeks, the blonde rushing forward. “(Name)? (Name) what’s wrong? If it’s about earlier, I-“

She shook her head, swiping at her tears. “No, no it’s not that. I…”

She sniffled, Kurapika climbing into bed to lie next to her. “That man… when I used my nen, all I did was speed up his death. If I didn’t, maybe someone would have been able to save him…”

Kurapika grabbed her hands, shaking his head. “No, no, don’t blame yourself (Name). The poison used to kill him can’t be cured. You didn’t speed up his death, you stopped his suffering. And…”

He thought back to Victor’s face, in complete anguish when he realized his lover had died right in front of them.

“… I think he would have preferred dying with his wife.”

Kurapika sighed. “Can you really be so attached to a person that you would die without them?”

It was quiet, eerily so. When Kurapika looked down at (Name), she had a faraway look in her (e/c) eyes.

He didn’t understand why, but he wanted to comfort her in that moment, to hold her close.

So despite his better judgment, he scooted closer, pulling her into his arms once again.

“Kurap-“

He shushed her. “Shh, just sleep, (Name). We have a long day tomorrow.”

Too exhausted to question him, (Name) nodded, nuzzling against his chest. “Goodnight, Kurapika…”

“… goodnight, (Name).”

[c-optimistic]

Hi there! Are you still open to 100 days of fic prompts? Wondering if you'd take a stab at Lena worrying that she and Kara are too different to be together romantically and Kara insisting that they complement each other

this is a very old prompt, from back before my relationship ended and i was trying to impress my ex with fic everyday, but i am trying to write more so here’s a little bit of angsty fluff for funsies

When she finally had the presence of mind to pull the knife wedged between her shoulder blades, the remnant of the shattered trust between herself and Kara, she’d come to an all-encompassing conclusion: there was no such thing as love.

There couldn’t be.

(Because if there was such a thing as ‘love,’ then she rather thinks Lex would’ve stayed sane, her mother would have treated the girl she raised as her own, her friends wouldn’t have left her, and Kara…Kara wouldn’t have lied.)

But as the months dragged on and forgiveness became less of a long shot and more of a question of when, her thoughts on love began to evolve. Now, Lena is a scientist. And so, after careful consideration and thorough research, she decides that the thing people call love is merely chemical reactions in her brain, associating Kara’s presence with feelings of happiness and safety. A drug, really. And like any drug, the best way to cut her dependence is to remove the drug from her life and consistently remind herself why the drug is so dangerous to her health.

(She had not reckoned for the fact that this particular drug can advocate on its own behalf, and is very much not on board with the notion of ‘quitting.’)

“I don’t really understand what you mean,” Kara says, standing in Lena’s living room in her skin tight blue suit, red cape hanging listlessly behind her, leaving very little of Kara’s curves to the imagination.

Lena has to physically shake her head, blinking furiously in annoyance at the chemicals in her brain.

“What’s so confusing?” she asks, a question she really wishes sounded angry and hurt, but comes out as confused as Kara looks. Because if she’s honest, she’s not sure she knows what she means either. Just that she can’t think with Kara so close.

“I said I love you,” Kara says, voice clear and unafraid, those three words ringing in Lena’s ears, momentarily making thoughts hard. “I said that it’s been a while since I worked my back to being friends with you. But that I want more.” She steps towards Lena, who takes several steps back, causing Kara to huff but stop. “I asked how you felt, and all you’ve done is list all the possible reasons we’re not good for each other. But that’s not an answer, Lena.”

“But listen,” Lena says, swallowing. “Have you considered that you love potstickers and I don’t?”

“I don’t really care, that just means more for me when we order in.”

Lena’s eyes narrow at the easy solution. “Okay. Fine. What about the fact that you don’t like my taste in novels?”

“Lena, I want to go out with you, not the trashy romance books you read. What does that have to do with anything?” Kara asks, clearly exasperated.

“Right, but those books give unrealistic expectations of love and romance and I—”

“—then I’ll read all your favorites and will show you love the way you want to be loved.”

Lena’s heart hammers away, and she makes the mistake of looking away briefly, trying to come up with another excuse, unsurprised when Kara is approaching her slowly—like she’s a spooked deer or a cat with trust issues—giving her ample time to move away or tell Kara off.

She does neither.

“Lena. I love you,” Kara says in barely a whisper, now only inches away from Lena. “Can you please tell me what this is all about?”

“Everyone I love and who was supposed to love me has let me down. And I…” She trails off, closes her eyes, and presses her forehead to Kara’s strong shoulder, gripping her wrists as tightly as she can. “And I don’t know if I’m broken and am unloveable or if love isn’t real and—it was hard enough after finding out you’re Supergirl. I can’t do it, I can’t lose you again. Not you too.”

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of Kara’s breathing intermingled with Lena’s struggle to avoid breaking down into sobs. Then, strong arms wrap around her and hold her tight, enveloping her in the scent of flowers and sunshine and warming her from head to toe.

And embarrassingly, Lena’s chemicals send a single thought through her brain: home.

“I know I let you down,” Kara says, a gentle hand shifting and then fingers threading through Lena’s hair. “And I can’t promise I’ll never let you down, because I’m not perfect. But I do promise you will never lose me. As long as you’ll have me, in whatever form that is, I’ll be right here. Okay?”

And there’s so much more to say, so much more to figure out. Lena desperately wants to say those three words back, wants to pull away just enough to kiss Kara hard enough that she can feel the way those chemicals in Lena’s brain have altered her being, wants to confess every single dark thought she’s had from the moment she found out Kara’s secret and all the lies she told.

But instead she lets out a watery laugh.

“But you have a preference in what form I’ll have you, right?” she asks, knowing the answer, knowing that her answer is the same, knowing maybe forgiveness alone isn’t enough yet for them to take that next step.

“Oh Rao, obviously I have a preference,” Kara whines as she pulls away, grinning when she catches Lena’s smile.

And Lena’s pretty sure that next step will come sooner than either of them think.

[cloudyskiiees]

alright it’s finally time to drop a super long in depth post about my idea for a total drama: all stars rewrite. :3

heroes: noah, mike, zoey, courtney, owen, dawn, brick

villains: alejandro, heather, gwen, duncan, jo, scott, anne maria

rest under the cut bc it’s a massive post LOL!

Show changes:

-Robot suit was a gag. Alejandro was definitely injured a bit after season three but the studio played it up way worse than it was. he got proper care after the season and agreed to the suit idea to be able to stay away from his family.

-Since it’s the 5th season the producers needed something new, so they made the island appear like it was mutated and such. they did a similar thing in season 4, but it’s way worse now. most of the mutants and such are actually just cgi or actors!

-that being said, a lot of the season is more scripted. this is partly because reality tv is really never honest and also a lot of the plots in the show simply don’t make sense, but would for the idea of views.

-Chris has a heart. not a big one, but it’s there.

Why characters were brought back for the season, with genuine thought behind it!

noah- fans were upset about his unfair elimination in world tour, was already a fan favorite before hand due to his snarky attitude and witty remarks.

mike- mike and zoey is one of the sweetest relationships in the show! his DID is different and makes for good ratings too, very much a popular “boy-next-door” people seem to like.

zoey- a strong player who was very popular within the female audience. lots of potential drama chris wants to use with other contestants such as mike and anne maria.

courtney- crazy good competitor for ratings. also, love triangle!

owen- fan favorite and always has been! he’s really there to be a silly guy.

dawn- her slightly unfair elimination brings a lot of drama with her, as well as being an interesting competitor too.

brick- surprisingly good at challenges, a good obstacle in the way for jo. chris enjoys embarrassing him as well.

alejandro- hello… season three villian? charming and ruthless, ofc he’s here. he was destroyed at the end of his season and chris is praying he’ll attempt to take revenge.

heather- kinda there for the giggles tbh. no one takes her seriously anymore, chris is curious how she’ll play now, especially seeing as she’s already won before.

gwen- love triangle, duh

duncan- love triangle, duh

jo- the planned villian of the season. very bossy and was a strong player in revenge, this is her second chance.

scott- mostly brought back for fang content as well as a hopeful rivalry with dawn. he’s just the right amount of stupid for reality tv according to chris.

anne maria- she’s so YYASSS here for slay factor and to drive a wedge between mike and zoey (backfires)! (as well as she was eliminated a bit unfairly)

scripted plots in the show:

-the love triangle. of course the love triangle is scripted. some of the feelings are real and based on similar events, but it’s stretched very far.

-an alejandro and noah rivalry. chris puts them up to it after the first episode, seeing as fans are dying for one. noah truly doesn’t care enough to have one for real, but likes the money, so he agrees to fake it. alejandro is very confused and a little irritated, but agrees as well.

-mal attempting to be a villian. when chris learns of mal he tells mike to try and play that up, even when mal isn’t fronting. mike is like “um. k” and mal is more or less an edgy teenager who thinks people are scared of him. definitely backfires on chris.

actual plots that happen naturally:

-noah and alejandro romance. it looks great on the show, the enemies to “best friends” troupe, but behind the cameras they go from indifferent to kinda into each other, being forced to spend so much time together.

-dawn and scott rivalry. chris was overjoyed when scott boasting to dawn and overall being a jackass finally got her to snap and declare she’d take him down.

-anne maria and zoey friendship! chris attempted to push them into fighting like they had the previous season, but the two ended up actually getting to know each other and getting over their old grievances!

now for all the episodes, what happens, and who is eliminated:

Episode 1:

each team must pick one competitor to ride in a baby carriage and be pushed around by the others. the others have to take turns diving into a lake and picking up different keys to race their “baby” to try and unlock the big house, versus the small cabin where the losers have to sleep:

heroes baby: noah

villains baby: anne maria

eliminated: duncan does not Give a Fuck. he’s actively trying to fail the entire challenge, so he obviously gets sent home when they lose!

Episode Two:

challenge: each team must search their half of the beach for seven different pieces of their statue they were assigned to piece together.

eliminated: owen was just so damn clumsy. he kept dropping the pieces or messing up the statue. when the heroes lost, it was sad but undeniable who had to go.

Episode Three:

challenge: teams must each take a paintball gun and attempt to take out as many of the opposing team members as possible.

eliminated: heather gets a little power crazy, and ends up hitting more of her team than the other when trying to snipe gwen. with her taking out the most players, her team has no choice but to send her home.

team swap!: anne maria protected zoey from a shot because she was concerned of her hair (she had let anne maria do it up in different way with her hairspray), while noah dove to hide behind brick when he thought he’d get hit. the two trade teams, anne maria is now a hero, and noah is a villian!

Episode Four:

challenge: a pancake eating competition plus a terrible obstacle course where contestants aren’t allowed to throw up. they must run the course until the pancake is gone, they have a minute every time they try to chow down.

eliminated: mike unfortunately gets the boot here. when the heroes lose, they all agree “mal” is just really Fucking Annoying and is a hindrance to the team. mike is kinda disappointed, but understands!

Episode Five:

challenge: with the “blue harvest moon” in effect, making all creatures and animals alike act their opposite, the teams must run a path along the side of the island and be the first to cross the finish line with everyone intact.

team swap (no elimination): courtney was voted out to go home, but chris makes a change to the teams and makes her a villian instead. no one goes home, although the heroes lost.

Episode Six:

challenge: the two teams must split up on boney island to collect as many mutant monster eggs as they can find. the first team to bring back seven unharmed eggs to their nest win.

eliminated: noah is sent to be voted off, when alejandro gives up an immunity idol he found in favor of him being saved. gwen is booted instead, having the second most votes as both boys predicted the outcome.

Episode Seven:

challenge: members from each team must take turns spinning a wheel, that will conveniently land on their worst fear, which they must then fight in a fight similar to a boxing match.

eliminated: scott could just not stand up to fang, and drops out due to medical injuries. nothing too serious, but chris didn’t see a problem with letting him go as he was set up to go home soon anyways.

Episode Eight:

challenge: with the teams now merged, its every contestant for themself. each player must take a boat across the island, and be the first player to cross the finish line, all the while dodging the obstacles chris has in place.

immunity: jo

eliminated: anne maria didn’t make it too far, even with the help from zoey, dawn, and brick. the villains never liked her too much anyways, and the heroes knew she held them back. it was an easy vote, and she took it with surprising grace (in front of the cameras at least)

Episode Nine:

challenge: chris is kidnapped by zeke, apparently. the kids are all sent down into shifty mines by chef, ordered to find chris and bring him back unharmed, as well as to stop zeke.

immunity: noah (given to alejandro)

eliminated: noah goes out with a bang, and by that i mean he quits. alejandro and him help save chris, and noah demands he allow him to leave the show and null any and all current and future contracts he has on him because he just saved his life. chris agrees, not that he has much choice.

Episode Ten:

challenge: another obstacle course… yay. this one being much more deadly, mocking chefs boot camp from season one. each remaining player must strap a heavy pack on their back, told a penalty will be received if they remove it at any point. first to cross the finish line wins.

immunity: jo

eliminated: courtney is voted off in a mutual agreement of the others. she’s too strong of a player, and too goddamn annoying, especially with gwen gone. it was an easy choice, though courtney was not very happy about it.

Episode Eleven:

challenge: the last contestants are forced to run around the island making ice cream sundaes for chris’ interns to eat. when they return, they’re forced to eat their own bowls instead!

immunity: dawn

eliminated: jo prioritizes speed over accuracy, and pays the price for it. she attempts to scarf down the mess of dirt she has in her bowl, but fails. with a lack of immunity, alejandro agrees with the three heroes to vote her off.

Episode Twelve:

challenge: the final four are each given a treasure to hunt down and retrieve around the island somewhere. the first to make it back with their item intact wins a straight shot to the finale, while the last person is immediately voted off. the winner also gets to choose who they take to the finale.

immunity: zoey

eliminated: brick unfortunately loses and does not retrieve his treasure in time, eliminating him immediately. zoey chooses to take dawn to the finale with her, saying she “always did want a friendship finale!” alejandro understands the sentiment, and is eliminated.

Episode Thirteen:

finalists: dawn and zoey

challenge: players are forced to face each other in a race to climb a moat of several layers, each one having a new challenge to face. they each get to pick two previous contestants to help them!

zoey’s helpers: gwen and mike

dawn’s helpers: brick and alejandro

eliminated: at the end, both girls are required to pull a sword out of a stone, the first to do so wins the show. dawn trips near the sword and zoey darts past her, pulling out the sword and immediately dropping it to help dawn up.

winner: ZOEY!

i wrote this a couple months back and thought it would be fun to share… i also imagine some gwourtney going on behind the scenes of the show but it would be hard to implicate due to chris having them scripted to fight all the time, even with duncan eliminated immediately.

anyways i hope you all enjoyed this LOL i cannot ever get my brain to stop thinking about tdi :3

[ladyhindsight]

Of Morgenstern family history, inconsistencies as to previous books and plot, and me generally just not getting it.

Not as glorious as she makes it sound because it was less to do with glory and more to do with stupidity. First she makes the demons aware of her presence and then tries to battle them with ornamental axes, which probably would be funny if I had more tolerance for Clary’s bullshit.

Back to the point I made in chapter 12: Why does it matter where to rune is placed? The series has barely told us anything about the workings of runes, it has barely made any sense with the use of them. Do you benefit more having the mendelin rune where Clary has it or does it actually matter?

I don’t understand how unbuttoning a shirt hides any stains.

Sebastian and Clary talk about stuff: what the demons were talking about, Sebastian telling Clary about the plan but actually lying, how Sebastian thinks Valentine was wrong etc. Sebastian then invites Clary to join him on one of his excursions in order for him to prove himself to her. Then we cut to Team Good

This idiot is surprised that Alec defended his sister and didn’t let his boyfriend air out his frustrations unfairly on her. It is to drive the wedge further down, not that Alec would otherwise defend Isabelle since none of them defend each other when actually some standing up is required.

Team Good get the news about Luke being awake, and they begin to plan for the summoning of Raziel. Not a lot happens there on that front, and we’re back with Sebastian and Clary.

Clary has already commented on Sebastian’s looks in the beginning of the book. I don’t get why this point needs to be reiterated here just because he gets glances from girls.

“So this was what her brother looked like. Really looked like, alive and moving and animated. A pale face, all angles and planes, tall and slim in black gear. His hair was silvery white, not dark as it had been when she had first seen him, dyed to match the color of the real Sebastian Verlac’s. His own pale color suited him better. His eyes were black and snapping with life and energy.” –Chapter 3 “Bad Angels”

And it's not even the first or the last time Clare keeps describing him like this.

Fucking really.

→ It’s because it is the only sense of humor Clare knows how to write.

→ Jace doesn’t smile either. He smirks and grins like an ass.

→ Sebastian just said that Clary didn’t kill Valentine. Valentine died because of Clary.

→ Here they are having one of their many you are just like me, no I am nothing like you, oh but you are, I am not because kjdsakldjsl arguments. Many more to come…

→ Funny how Clary never thought to ask Jocelyn about her middle name. Seraphina would’ve been a lot cooler, but also a lot more on the nose and edgy.

→ Clarissa Seraphina Morgenstern. Pretty cool. It’s probably all those Rs that make it sound strong. But Clarissa Adele Fairchild suits her character better.

I did enjoy this part where Sebastian tells Clary about the Morgensterns. It was interesting.

It’s funny how Sebastian paints Jocelyn as the villain and ruthless woman who betrayed her husband in the cruelest of ways, simultaneously brushing past all the horrible things Valentine did to her and was as a person.

Sebastian and Clary then arrive at a place where Clary meets a disgraced Iron Sister Magdalena.

Glad that that plot hole has finally been answered. In the fifth book and not where it was supposed to be.

However, in City of Bones, Luke explains that the Circle ”allied themselves with demons—the greatest enemies of Shadowhunters—in order to procure weapons that could be smuggled undetected into the Great Hall of the Angel, where the Accords would be signed.”

So where do we stand on that now since it was apparently Magdalena who armed them? Also why would they need an Iron Sister arming them when they were just good ol’ regular Nephilim with the access to weaponry anyway? Did Clare just try to cover a plot hole with a nonsensical answer?

Not even the Parisian ones passing by?

Sebastian hands over the chunk of adamas for Magdalena to craft into what he asked. Which we know is a cup. Clary and Sebastian start to leave, and Magdalena makes a comment how they look exactly like their parents. Which fair, because they are the exact copies of them where looks are concerned.

[slightlyhopefulromantic]

monsters and mommies au except its really obvious that the thing i think about the most is how it would impact the trial/jodie arc

(i feel like ive seen a few people do these aus but i just searched it and only found its-raining-heres au so um. if i ripped you off im so so sorry i thought it was a fun trend)

rambling /explaining this more under the cut but tl;dr: i thought it would be more interesting for this au, to Not make a fifth mom and instead twist the punishment so that jodie still replaces glenn! however, its in the sense that morgan got retroactively married to a "responsible parent" rather than her (late) husband, glenn :3c so essentially the same punishment, just inflicted in a way that feels very different

okay so to infodump, because i havent touched this au in a creative sense but HAVE talked my partner and their boyfriend's ear off about it despite them not watching dndads--

im not gonna ramble about everything. but! in my ideal monster and mommies au, morgan is the most different from her husband, compared to the other moms. i found that carol would mirror darryl very closely, mercedes and samantha more mirror their husbands in a general sense, but morgan i thought would be more fun being much different from glenn :] still have similar Plot Beats(tm) but very twisted on their head

in this au, since they swap places, glenn is. yknow. dead. sorry man. but rather than going glenn's route of like, totally disconnecting from reality bhjfdbgjfdbj morgan instead gets very very intense and protective over nick, to the point of it driving a wedge between them. nick still idolizes glenn, and he remembers what his mom used to be like before she got so scared, and so he strives to be Rock And Roll Edgy Teen Boy and it makes morgan. crazy. (it is definitely more nick acting out for attention than him genuinely wanting to be a druggie rock star, mirroring how nick would imitate glenn mostly to get his attention, but morgan does not know that LOL) but she struggles a lot with figuring out how to control him beyond getting into arguments and so she is a very ineffective parent

originally, i was actually gonna have mercedes have to go on trial instead of morgan for various reasons, but i just. the whole jodie thing was too interesting to me. it wouldve been funny to make henry and jodie gay married but i just thought i could get more creative with it. so instead, jodie still replaces glenn as nick's father... but this time, its because morgan gives up her marriage with glenn so nick would have a better parent, rather than glenn giving up his fatherhood over nick for the same reason :] morgan is basically told that she will be given a marriage that would have better suited raising nick safely, and she accepts (significant because in contrast to glenn, where he doesnt mention morgan very much due to his Bury My Emotions schtick, morgan is very very vocal about missing glenn, so it was an obvious weak spot for her). vainly, she hoped a little bit that maybe it would be glenn but 5% more careful with himself, but instead, she escapes prison to find nick with an entirely different appearance, attitude, and father... very dramatic :D

jodie is much more a background force in this au, but he IS still a demon whos life was ripped away from him so he could go be a highway cop. i dont know if they would ever learn this fact to be honest. still deciding that. maybe morgan just thinks she got a free new husband to divorce or fall in love with or whatever

i talked so long. im so sorry. i just think about this a lot, i love this au and the silly little morgan ive made up in my mind

[disastrouscanasta]

did the BoB fallout universe within my brain accidentally expand to include a clegan drabble, yes, yes it did

i actually wrote this for my dear friend @krakerjaksstuff, for not only her unwavering and very much appreciated support, but also to feed her interest in clegan and mota >:3

~

John had still been asleep when the bombs dropped. If it weren’t for Gale dragging his ass out of there the moment things had gone to shit, John would have been another one of the folks obliterated in their own home. He wouldn’t have even known what hit him, he thought.

Instead, he was granted the joy of sterile smelling bed sheets in his carefully furnished bedroom, thick metal walls and a stiff, uncomfortable jumpsuit.

“Suits you, at least.” He told Gale. They’d all gotten issued their things quickly and without much hassle. Not everyone who’d gotten a reservation through Vault-tec’s American Veteran plan had made it to the shelter. John was sure that the empty housing units would haunt him, once he got more familiar with the underground floor plan.

“Yeah, well, it’s better than nothing.” Nothing was what they’d shown up with. Gale had packed a small kit, though it was hiding in the linen closet, wedged between the wall and the lowest shelf. It was just precautionary, supposedly. But neither of them had thought to grab it on their way out.

John had gotten out of there with the skin on his back, barely having enough time to slip on the shoes he’d left out next to the coat rack. Normally Gale would have been on his ass about putting them away with the others, this time he didn’t say a word. Hardly mattered, anyway. They didn’t get to keep their clothes. John would have been hard pressed to miss the pair of boxers and t-shirt he’d walked in with.

“D’you think they’ve got a bar here?” John said. He sat on the sofa in his unit. It was stiff, he was sure the leather had never been sat on before. He could almost smell the factory-freshness of it cut through his stuffy haze.

Gale stood in the kitchenette, pulling open John’s cupboards and drawers. John hadn’t even bothered to look.

“No clue.” Gale shot him a look. “Get a soda.”

“It’s the goddamn apocalypse, Cleven.”

“Get two sodas, then.” Gale crouched down, fiddling with the knobs on the oven.

“You just want me to get you one.”

John didn’t move from his spot on the sofa. He slouched back, laying his head against the back of it. The bright fluorescent lights above his head were glaring. He wondered if there was a way to fix that.

“Y’alright?” Gale asked, still crouching. His knees rested against the dull grey concrete. John wondered how thick the metal beneath it was.

John hummed. He wasn’t sure what he was or what he wasn’t. With every inhale and exhale he felt the stretch of his jumpsuit, he hoped he could break it in fairly quickly. Maybe the old military tricks to soften his boots could help with this thing.

“Just thinking.” He said. “Whole lot to think about.”

“And a whole lot of time to do it.” Gale told him. John heard the patter of his boots as he crossed the room, coming to stand at the arm of the sofa. “Don’t gotta do it all right now.”

“Could have been us dropping those bombs, Gale.” John said anyway. “Could have been us.”

“But it wasn’t.” Gale dropped a hand to his shoulder. “We’re alright.”

“Wonder what happened to the pilots.”

“Maybe the Reds have their own vaults. And I bet they’re drinking Red Colas instead of thinking about some Americans hiding in their own hole in the ground.”

“You’re really caught up about that, huh?” John turned, looking Gale in the eye properly. Everything about the deep set of his light eyes was telling John that they shouldn’t go on with the conversation, that Gale was giving him the easiest outs he could take. “Glad we ended up in the same damn hole in the ground, Buck.”

“Like you wouldn’t have found your way in through some ventilation shaft, maybe you’d dig right through the walls.” Gale squeezed his shoulder. “C’mon, there’s gotta be something that’s more fun than staring at the ceiling.”

“Gonna have to get used to the ceilings in here, might as well start now.”

“Wise-ass. You’ve got time, you can do that later. Isn’t that the whole point of these things anyway?” Gale held out a hand, which John took, letting himself be pulled off of the sofa. Gale gave him a pat on the back, “C’mon. Maybe they’ve got smokes in this joint, just make sure you do it next to the vent or something.”

Gale made good points. Though they were solid reminders that John wouldn’t feel the wind through his hair for another, what? Ten, fifteen years? When they opened the doors back up, he wondered if there’d even be planes out there to fly. More likely than not, the America he knew was gone.

He’d joined the military for his country, at first. He’d stayed for men like Buck. For Buck, he thought sometimes. Well, if he couldn’t have America then by god he’d keep Gale.

~

[haveihitanerve]

The avengers have a joined instagram/tiktok account and they all have control of it and here are some ideas I have of what they would post

Bucky is dedicated to documenting every ‘on your left’ interaction between Steve and Sam, in the first video Sam laughs and rolls his eyes, but the eighteenth video Sam drops what he’s holding and fucking decks captain America 

There’s a video of Peter going around the compound with Wanda asking her what everyone is thinking. Bucky and tony are glaring at each other in the kitchen and Bucky is thinking ‘where’s my fucking flying car tony?’ And tony is going through his grocery list

There’s an entire album of videos dedicated to the avengers falling. Sam’s wings fail. Clint’s arrow line snaps. Tony’s thrusters give out. Thor loses his balance while flying. Etc. 

Bucky created a montage of Sam practice flying where he just eats shit every time

Pepper released the footage of tony attempting to fly

Tony videoed Rhodes learning to fly

Peter posts candid pictures every chance he gets- Bucky mid sneeze, Sam tripping down the stairs, Steve laughing so hard milk is shooting out of his nose, Tony face planting, Clint falling out of a vent, Nat looking amazing

There’s so many pictures of the avengers asleep but in the weirdest places

A montage of videos showing tony climbing onto a counter during arguments to be taller than his opponent

A video without sound of the original six avengers sitting/laying in one persons room even though they all have their own, talking (it’s Tony’s because there’s a poster of every avenger on the wall except iron man)

Peter videoing Steve marching into the kitchen at five am holding an iron man action figure and snapping its neck in front of Tony because he ate his last donut

A video of Thor making toast and jumping when it’s ready with Wii music playing

Clint, Tony and Bucky in a broken elevator together, Tony’s trying to fix it while Bucky and Clint are singing elevator music

Thor and Steve and tony training

Tony helping Peter with his homework

A series of clips of Morgan running and jumping into every avengers arms

A video of Bucky and Sam holding Peter between them by his arms and legs, sprinting away from tony

Spiderman being frustrated and punching a hole in the concrete wall, a zoom in on Steve’s wide eyed face and then moved to Tony’s disappointed face

Wanda cooking 

Them doing TikTok trends

Dressing as each other for Halloween and having the glam bot music playing as they each show off their costumes and there’s one where they all actually wear the others costumes (Thor has the iron man helmet sitting awkwardly on top of his head, one foot wedged into the boot, Steve is standing in a too small shirt, holding a bow backwards, Clint has a cape that’s so heavy he’s falling backwards, Tony looks like a dwarf in captain americas suit, the shield balanced on his head, nat looks flawless in purple shorts and a large gray shirt, Bruce is wrapping himself in a blanket over his very tight black widow fit) and then there’s the one where they didn’t trade outfits (Tony in a off blue shirt with a badly painted star on it and a rectangle thats blue and red taped to his arm, Steve is wearing red underwear with two eye holes cut in on his head and just a red shirt and pants with lightbulbs in his hands, Thor is holding a stick, wearing a black crop top and tights, Clint has red curtains draped over his back and a hard hat on that’s badly spray painted silver, Natasha painted herself green, Bruce is holding a tiny toy bow, wearing swim goggles and a too tight vest)

A race between Bucky and Peter recorded by Sam that ends with at least three holes in the walls, two vases smashed, blood on the floor, an unconscious clint, Bucky screaming, Peter falling off the balcony laughing, and Tony’s depressed face. 

Sam and tony created a collection of Steve’s reaction to modern movies

Natasha and Clint filming the gangs reaction during horror movie night

A Clint documentary of him scaring his fellow avengers

Natasha recorded a time lapse of the boys creating a pillow fort and the greatest mind on earth yelling ‘no girls allowed in the fort they have cooties!’ Only for Bucky to nail him in the face with a pillow

Tony and Steve sneaking into Fury's office continually going ‘shhh!’ To each other as they press gemstones onto his eye patch

Fury wearing the bedazzled eye patch

Arm wrestling matches

Thor yeeting tony

Them playing football and tony tackling captain America to the ground only for Thor to lift him by his feet and spin and throw him into a tree but Peter catches him with a web, shoots Thor in the face and catches the ball and scores a touchdown

A compound wide game of water balloon fight

A city wide game of freeze tag

Tony and Thor giggling like children while drawing on Steve’s shield. 

Lifting mjolnir competition

Thors hair blowing majestically in the wind (recorded by peter) with ‘loreal paris, because you're worth it’ playing over top

Pictures taken perfectly just before people lean in to kiss each other, do they actually kiss? The fans will never know

A picture of the avengers that gets increasingly more concerning the longer you look at it- clint dangling from the ceiling, mouth duck taped shut, peter just floating mid air with a concerned look on his face, thor holding a decapitated captain america behind his back, a foot thats just barely in frame but at a height that is not possible for a foot to be at, tony’s head somehow poking through the floor, steve wearing a shirt inside out but in actuality hes shirtless and has stitches, sam is a blur in the background, bucky missing an arm, nat juggling eyeballs? etc

A video of captain america applying makeup and then it cuts to him looking like tony stark and walking around the city and is later revealed to actually have been loki pretending to be cap pretending to be tony

A comp of everyone mimicking each others languages

A ‘road trip’ to everyone's home countries- cut to everyone shivering in russia while bucky and nat grin

Peter throwing out modern slang and having snapshots of steve and buckys  faces every time

A video of Sam and Bucky having a sandcastle building competition with Peter

A handstand competition video between Sam Peter Bucky Steve and Clint(Peter wins)

A picture of the avengers eating ice cream

A collection of people’s faces after Spider-Man drops down behind them 

A collection of the avengers faces after tony/steve told an old/ dad joke

A picture of Thor passed out on the couch, seven phones on his stomach, face and thighs because he’s the god of thunder/lightning and works as a wireless charger

A video of Peter stealing Tony’s flip phone and being like ‘hehe I’m gonna prank call so many people’ only to discover it only has one singular contact

Peter recording a dark compound and creeping up the stairs going “🎶if you’re here to murder me clap your hands🎶” and then there’s clapping and a perfectly cut Peter scream

A picture of tony asleep, Morgan and Peter curled up on top of him, also asleep

A muted video of tony screaming at Steve and Sam and Bucky and the caption is ‘Morgan swore’

A picture of tony looking chastised while fury is looking down at him, completely done

A video, recorded by nat, of her sneaking into the kitchen at three am to find bukcy, peter, and sam sitting and standing on the counter, the fridge, and the table respectively, rapping hamilton

A picture of peter and sam placing magnets on an asleep buckys arm, followed by a picture of peter and sam sprinting away from a very angry looking bucky

A muted video of a fight going on between all avengers with ominous music playing and the caption ‘the next civil war’..... Except the ‘fight’ is a tickle fight

Anyway thats all i got, feel free to add more i would love to read ‘em.

[tetsunabouquet]

Heir To The Lands Chapter 42

The Wrong Instincts Masterpost

Dru looked at him, before looking around her at the empty path just to be sure. She didn't knew what to say. Ash had saved her, seemed to have taken a liking to her when they first met and had called a truce between him and Kit. But he was also working together with the Princes of Hell and had left Jaime to rot in prison. Yet Dru couldn't help but feel like she should trust him, like there was something good in him. "What are you doing here?" She asked, deciding to cut straight to the point. He slauntered over to a tree strunk, which seemed to morph into a throne as he approached it. He sat down on it, his wings seeming to retract into his back from slits within the beautiful suit he wore. "I was just checking after wether you returned safely. It seems the First Heir is gathering troups now." Ash drawled, trying not to sound too interested in how much they knew of his plans. Dru tried not to swallow at the revelation he had been spying on them, and probably for a long time. She wondered if he was the reason why they knew Kit had fled to England. "I have returned safely, didn't knew you were stalking Kit though." Dru retorted as she crossed her arms. "Ah… Kit." Ash tried out the name, having only really paid attention to the boy's last name. "You know, you'd think a prince would have been taught better manners," she remarked as she studied the way he seemed to try and impress her with his demeanor and magical abilities. "So you find my manners to be lacking, how amusing. Did you not break into my room the first time we met?" "You probably know by now that was a magical accident." Dru clarified, not wanting to make him feel like he was special, something that seemed to go against her instincts that were praising Ash for saving her that day. "I assumed it was, but still, you shouldn't have been toying with magic like that. How did you fall into the realms of Faerie though? I always wondered about that." "A magical object-" Dru cut herself off, realizing she was giving his information he was clearly fishing for. Yet, her instincts were telling her it was okay, that she should trust him with the information, that it was useless and that they would find out anyways. It felt wrong, to doubt her instincts yet Dru knew she had to. Kit, her brother and everyone could be in danger if she wasn't careful. Ash looked at her as if he were a little disapointed with her reaction, a little hurt that she would refuse to trust him. A tiny sparrow fluttered closer to Ash and seemed to cosy up to his shoulder resting on his treetrunk throne, almost as if to console him. "You know, you could just surrender before things are too late. I am certain your aunt Clary would love to have a bond with you." Dru tried, and noticed he perked up. He pursed his lips in thought, before saying, "Well, I think I will get to know my aunt regardless of whoever wins." Dru suddenly felt a little bit chilly, and she knew it wasn't the English weather which for a change wasn't gloomy or rainy, or both. "But don't you want to meet her when no one is fighting and she is meeting you with peace in her heart?" Ash hardened before her and stood up. "She'll be peaceful enough. It's not like any harm would ever come to her." Dru shook her head, "If you think a world were the Princes of Hell will rule will be a world with millions suffering for it, will bring her peace, or your grandmother, or any of us that could be your friends if you just choose any differently, then you're dead wrong." Ash wandered over to her with his hard green eyes that looked so like Clary's and yet entirely different. "I can make you peaceful." He said and Dru could feel it. Could feel his magical charm make her thoughts go soft, her body at ease. He could keep people at peace like this, obedient like this… Dru's mind snapped as a mundane bicycling with a babbling baby wedged in a seat at the front towards them allowed her to see how dangerous the effect was getting to her and she grabbed her grocery bag before running off in the woman's direction, off to Devon.

[sleepingmire]

Hi! I have a another question (ok maybe more than one) about your oc Julius.

What would her reaction to meeting Kratos be?

What kind of dad was Helios?

do you have any more headcanons?

I'm sorry if this comes off as weird I just really love her

Okay omg!! hello anon i appreicate you so much thank you for enabling me to talk about jules (again,, >:)) i will never stop)

1. What would her reaction to kratos be?

okay!! I WAS LITERALLY JUST TALKING TO THE FELLAS ABOUT THIS!! I guess it depends on like, when she met him? In the 'canon' for her, she was also locked away when Tyr was, and released either just after or just before he was.

I think she'd hate him, and rightfully so? Especially once she's found out all her family are dead and what he did to her dad-- plus what he did to heimdall (she knew that he was a bad person, but lvoed him like a son). After a while she'd warm up to him in a way where she woudl tolderate him, but would quietly simmer because she's an olympian OKAY. i think she wouldn't mind atreus, and eventually grow fond of him -- but always hold him at arms length because of kratos.

2. What kind of dad is Helios (to her)?

Helios as a father i think was very... Olympian ? she had a decent relationship with him when she was a child, and has fond memories of going with him on his chariot. Due to her bethoral, and her parents refusal to help or even lack of acknowledgement that they were sorry that she didn't want this, i think reallt drove that wedge between them, even when she visited home and even in death she would never truly forgive them, even if she's happy with how her life turned out.

3. any more hcs?

DO I EVER okay she oil paints, her and tyr and the ultimate power couple and a lot of her story revolves around that struggle of not wanting/being in that typical woman role -- and her struggles with the fact that she is happy and loves her husband but never wanted this. Especially since tyr is slay and obvs wouldn't stop her from doing her own thing/being a badass warrior and also diplomat, most of her achievements were dubbed as his -- and that frustrates her to no end.

Her, freya and Sif were the odinsons wives and were besties -- Because her and tyr refused to have kids (didn't want them to be used as odins pawns/not giving him half jotunn/norse god/olympian powerful little shits) there was a rumour she was infertile (she's half the goddess of fertility? what a fuckin insult) anywya she had beef with freya over what she did to baldur, warning her that he would grow to hate him and freya turned around and said like 'what do you know of being a mother?' (cutting deep in reference to the heimdall thing, and also the fact that she wanted children but didn't want to in the situation) anyway in typical olympian goddess fashion, she held a grudge and still holds said grudge.

i love the contrast of tyr and jules, they are both powerful and so cool and suit each other so well. I also love the tripe of badass kinda bitchy woman and a simp for husband.

Her and Tyr are super domestic and cute and i cannot describe how dearly i lvoe them. In my mind, when they met she was super... olympian. and he was maybe kind of like, unsure how to stand up to Odin? and when they met and got married and stuff, they rubbed off on each other for the better? She started being a bit softer, seeing the kindness in the world and he started taking no shit from anyone -- god or otherwise.

anyway literallt thank you for letting me ramble about her, i love these asks :,)) you're welcome to jump into my dms if you ever wanna chat or ask more questions anon! (also sorry for any mistakes or repeating stuff I AN VERY EXCITED AND LOVE TALKIGN ABOTH HER !!)

[janiestumb]

Tokyo

Yesterday’s early morning rain and wind made for a humid, sunny mid-morning. Yesterday’s 7-10am weather event was truly the only weather wrinkle in an unexpectedly warm trip thus far. So I won’t even remotely complain. But I had planned to take the train to Kamakura at 8am and hike to Buddhist and Shinto shrines in the wilderness early so I could make my way back to Tokyo for a pre-planned omakase at 6.

I, of course, did consider hiking in the rain. Because I’m nuts here. More on that later. But when the unfriendly weather and time crunch forced a pivot, I decided to listen to reason (Pee Wee) and escape the heat in some of Tokyo’s truly overwhelming number of museums (dedicated to art! origami! military weapons! packaging!) and continue to do what I love most here. Walk and walk and walk and and walk. And walk and walk. And walk. And have a coffee and charge my phone. And find a bakery and eat bread. And think and look and go "wow" and take a picture. And walk and walk.

At about 10am, I was making my way north toward a museum complex in Ueno when I found myself sweaty, frizzy and self-conscious in the modern, airy business district of Toranomon.

From the moment I arrived in Tokyo, I have felt incredibly out of place here. Not just for my phenotype, but because I am dressed like a piece of shit. That said — despite sticking out, no one in Tokyo has given me even the slightest sense that I don’t belong or any sense of judgment. This is internal. I keep expecting France-style side-eye and getting none!

Before coming here, I of course knew that Tokyo style would be cool, but I am still blown away. People are dressed breathtakingly, stunningly simply and chicly. Not just some people. All people. I mean it.

The common cut of women’s clothes is loose but well-fitted, modest and refined. Not a lot of extraneousness. No prints. No logos. Nothing flashy. Just clean, interesting, modern but classic, and perfect.

“Loose” for locals is not for me. I learned this the fun way a few days ago when I tried on a pleated skirt with an elastic waist at a boutique in one of my favorite new areas, Nekameguro. Already feeling like a hulking ogre in my clunky hiking shoes, dirty shorts and anything-but-understated backpack, I squeezed the skirt over my hips and it squinched my stomach like a hairband. I pulled back the dressing curtain and signed to the shop clerk, “bigger?”, making a circle with my thumbs and pointers and then expanding. She shook her head. “Only one.”

Yes, stores sometimes carry only one size, and that size is too small for me.

So there I was, yesterday, in my extremely non-modest leggings showing off my above-average-for-this-city size, feeling self-conscious that I brought a short, purple rain jacket when that is simply not the cut nor color here, and I was wondering about the salary men.

At every corner in the large district of Minato City, there are groups of men waiting for the walk signal (no jay-walking here) in extremely expensive-looking suits, all going to or from this office or that. Where are they going? What do they do all day?

Sometimes you travel to a place and wish you lived there (Portugal), but this is not one of those places for me. I am obsessed with this city. My heart and mind are expanding at an untenable pace, but I have no desire to live here because I recognize that my life as an outsider is totally different than that of someone living here with a career.

Work-life balance in Tokyo is notoriously tough. My dinner host from Sunday (who I have to devote an entire other blog post to) told me that her late husband used to come home at 11pm and leave for work again at 7am. You get PTO, but never for more than a week at a time, and then sometimes you have to cover for a coworker, so actually just forget it. Time off is never a guarantee. But for me? Without travel, I would be dead.

What’s unbelievably moving to me, in contrast, is that wedged between the modern office buildings, and skyscrapers and businesses and monuments to capital, there are extremely old, fucntional shinto shrines.

And as people come and go throughout their day, they actually use those shrines. They follow the ritual — cleansing their hands and mouths when they enter, bowing, clapping, praying, then bowing again at the exit. Imagine if you were in New York on a Tuesday at 10am, hustling your way from the gynecologist on E 72nd to your office at a media company on 23rd, and on the way you stopped for a quick traditional prayer. It’s breathtaking to see.

Some very brief, reductive info on Shinto - it’s not something you can convert to. It’s Japan’s native belief system. Japanese people can practice it along with Buddhism. Not at odds. I told my host I loved the shrines and she asked if I could even enter because I’m Judeo-Christian. (This is not an unreasonable question! I googled it. Some Christians feel they can not!) My version of spirituality is “all roads lead to the same place and g-d is everywhere.” If I don’t have to pray to a deity or through an intermediary, it’s a go.

Anyway, every day of my life, I feel like I have to make up for lost years, for time spent dealing with death, for giving away my life to career paths that spat on me and a dude who sucked, for actually never having PTO because I was full-time but freelance (still mad), and of course COVID. This is my first non-working vacation in a really really really really long time. And I haven’t had PTO in about a decade.

Yesterday, contemplating what work is all for, I texted my friend “But what do salary men do?” He responded, “I think we are salary men.”

Here’s the thing — he is right.

I had a career pivot this year. I officially stuck the landing of re-entering the full-time employee corporate sphere, selling my soul for health insurance, but the tradeoff for benefits has been that I find myself having to wake up at 7am, sign on and work until 6pm, without ever having the chance to even change into real clothes. I’m still falling behind somehow, and the stress is horrible. (Funny enough, my large mega-corp is based out of Japan.)

I think that’s part of why this trip feels like I’ve been shot out of a rocket. All I do all day long is sit sit sit. Every day is the same. There’s no movement. There’s no meaning. No nothing. Lately, it’s been actually kind of stupidly bad because all that’s consuming me beyond the drudgery of whatever I’m doing is the barrage of horror in the world and my sadness over the way the government is handling it and people are handling it online, my disillusionment with what it means to be progressive, and America slipping further and further into a country of hateful, gun-toting mavericks without any hope for socialized medicine. The tension between my desire to have a family and not wanting to be stuck with some loser partner, no longer being able to travel the way I like, and also wanting to throw up at the thought of what a kid being raised in our modern world has to face. To step away from that right now made me feel worried and guilty, but it has been wonderful.

And life in LA is obviously as good as it gets in America, but don’t come for me, I still think it mostly sucks. It isn’t a city for walkers. It isn’t a city for exploring. It’s a city of cars. I hate traffic and freeways and repetitiveness. And a lot of the time, I feel a weird tension with it.

[Redacted rant about LA because no one cares]

But then, to land in Tokyo. And find a New York meets Paris but way bigger, extremely safe, quiet, clean and tremendous and its entirely own thing that is so fucking pretty and cool and interesting with a phenomenal history feels like shooting off the starting block. I’m flying.

My hips are aching, my lower back is tight and my already-calloused heels have blisters. Despite my brain wanting to keep going going going going every night, at some point I have been forced to stop exploring and assess if I should rest.

I feel this spiritually too. I’m 37 and making up for lost travel time. I’m making up for all the places I haven’t yet seen and trees I haven't touched and people I haven't met and wondering when I’ll get to go back to each place I only see for the first time. My physical ability and my being alive are not guaranteed for one second longer than this moment. Soon, will I be forced to rest?

There are places I go - like here - that my mom would have loved but she never made it. I grieve her so much when I travel. She’d be proud of me. She’d know this person I become when I travel - someone who’s more curious, humble and brave - as me. There’s certain things she said to me that I carry with me when I travel, that nailed the exact kind of person in and of this world I want to be.

I always wish she was with me. She is, but she isn’t. There’s an awe I feel that I get to experience anything at all.

And every day in Japan, I’ve felt what the Portuguese call saudade, a unique nostalgia. For me, it’s for the fact that this trip will end and I’ll be back in my stupid chair 13 hours a day and then trudging through traffic to get to an office in Culver City and back. I’ll be wishing I was traveling. I’ll be feeling like each day is meaningless.

But I’ll get PTO.

Until then, I am simply here — and in life —needing to go and go and go until the wheels fall off.

[ducknotinarow]

⏰ - Rise Raph Casey

| Slip a ⏰to see a memory or a part of my muses' past.

"Guys, get everybody out head for exits!" Raph yelled out he hated the idea of pulling out of a fight but well they didn't have a choice in the matter did they? Snapping his teeth together as he growled under his breath annoyed and pissed off as the hideout shook and rattled from the impact of what ever the Kraang was using to break the place down. No matter what they did or where they hid they always seemed to find them at some point.

Raph was so tried of leaving home after home. When was the last time they ever could call a place home? They need to go back to sticking under ground it's easier to hide that way. That was something to bring up to Leo later watching his brother take lead on a group along with Mikey to get this current set of people out. It made his heart sink these crowds were getting smaller and smaller every day. Raph jumped over to take the hit of metal projected out towards the crowd. Arms crossed over his face, as red aura slowly worked and form over his arms to shield himself with. She always got upset when he got hurt and would come back covered in new cuts and bruises. He could feel his feet slip a little, so he stomped hard to better plant his feet. Splinters voice in his ear about needing a wide stance. Got it pops. Mikey's voice was beside him next telling Raph they got everyone. He just grunted and nodded.

"Time to return to sender than!" He bellowed out as he threw his arms forward letting the random scarp of metal go flying back to the unit of Kraang trying to stay on their trail. They needed to take advantage of every second and keep moving.

"Oh that better not have been from my lab! I needed that!" Raph could hear Don complain about ready to grab them and run with the rest of the resistance as they had to fall back when he noticed Don wasn't alone. Cass arm over his shoulders as the purple banded turtle was trying to keep her up on her feet. Yeah of course the sight of blood trailing down her head was reason to worried. But that wasn't what had Raph freezing in place. It was the lack of Casey with her that had his eyes widen suddenly. "Where is he!" Raph yelled suddenly Donnie snapping to look at Raph eyes wide himself, he looked confused. it was all Raph needed. Cass opened an eye herself and shared in the same unsettling thought already trying to work to stand on her own.

He's not with you?

Raph's heart quickened.

Not again.

Please not again.

Turning to look back as the crumbling building. The fallen Kraang bot laid out armor suit priced by the scarp metal it chucked at them before. They never traveled alone though. "Take her to the others i'll meet you there!" Was all he said before rushing forward back into the building. Dust and debris falling all around him. Ignoring Don and Cass voices calling out to him. Eyes narrowed and sharp as he made his way in. Looking left and right letting feet carrying him. He couldn't waste a second, even a moment to stop and think was a second closer to losing someone again. It he ran faster then if he hadn't froze up. If he just moved without thought. Than how many lost would still be with them now? There group was growing smaller and smaller every day. But he wasn't going to let it grow small from losing.

"CASEY!" Raph yelled when he finally saw the small child. Cowering under a fallen support beam ramble stacked on top of it but with how it was wedge again the wall and the floor, seemed to be holding. It would for long. Raph moved dropping to his knees so he could slip under their hiding spot. Grabbing at the small child and drawing them to his plastron. "I got you. Dad's got you." Raph breathed out relief mixed with fear and adrenaline. Thanking his Hamato ancestors to himself he can't bear having to witness another lose. Splinter, Draxum...Yvoone.

Looking down he offered them a smile he didn't want Casey to be scared. But another shake to the building told him to move, one arm curl tight around Casey as he turned to his side hand firmly planted to the ground as he pushed off needing the boost. His shell smack against the support beam and punched it back causing all the weight it was holding to finally break it and crumble down. Fuck. Raph thought he shouldn't have moved like that, he thought as fall forward. Curling around Casey so they wouldn't get hurt. Raph closed his eyes as he hit the floor. He needed to relax and clam down or he'll make another mistake. Looking over his shoulder he can see his leg was trapped. And fuck did it hurt, hes not strange to the pool of red seemed to start sweeping around. His adrenaline must be working over drive cause he can't in the moment feel it.

Turning back to look down to Casey, he just offers them the same smile as before. As he looks them over, dark black locks of hair, and deep green eyes, little chipped tooth they were so excited for. Once more he pulls them closer to himself one arm planted to the ground he could do this. Focusing his best to form that red aura all his effort going towards his leg. Come on.

Enegry brust out he could feel his leg freed up as he wasted no time moving to stand. Only to regert the second weight with on that leg. It burned. Something wet was definitely trickling down it. He didn't waste time to look he just hobbled on the one good leg.

"Don't worry, Case, I got ya nothin' gonna you on my watch." He assures the small child in his arms, smiling down to them still. He insisted that no matter what, he would hold this smile for them.

Everything would be fine it was going to be fine. Casey would be fine. It was the only thought in the snappers mind. Loekly why despite the pain he could just force himself to move. Leaning against the wall for support as he was making his way back to the exit. Deep, shakey breaths of air were taken in and let out as he jsut worked past the sting and throb. It be a miracle if something was cracked or broken in his leg. Alarms set off anytime his foot touched ground he hissed under his breath eyeing Casey's expression.

"Gonna move again got ya bear?" Raoh asks. "Maybe next place ya ma and I can have a rooms closer then you won't have to walk as far to get ta me?" Raph says he's trying to keep Casey's mind on anything but what's going on now. "Maybe we can check around the stadium again." So much wasnt around anymore a lot lost to this on going war that seemed like it might never end. City full of zombie out kraang people and such. Scraping by and scavenging wasn't getting any easier. Helped that him and brothers grew up like that. "Maybe we can find hockey stuff for ya there? Be me and you nice father son trip." A promise to hopfully be kept.

Raph eyed the entrance and smiled more almost there. He could see Donnie and Cass still there likely waiting for him to return. Cass fave lit up at the sight of Casey. "Ya moms gonna need ya help Kay? She got a lil hurt. Promise to take care of her?" Course Casey would he loved his mom.

Just when Raph was sure they were close to getting outta of there though? He noticed something where was thar kraang from before? Why were Donnie and Case waving thier arms like that? He felt something land hard behind him. Slowly he turned to find it looming over head now. The look in its eyes screamed muder. There was no way raph could get him and Casey away. There was no way he could run fast enough to save him and Casey. Fuck Cass or Don even. There was one thing though.

Looking down to Casey he smiled once more "Anata wa hitori ja nai" a brief Kiss placed to Casey's head. "Tuck your legs and arms in and keep you head low."

I'm sorry Yvoone but I told you I will take any hit for them.

"Don heads up!" Raph yelled as swung with all he could on the one good let everything going onto this throw as he narrowed his stare on to Don who seemed aware what he was doing near dropping Cass arms held out to try his best. Casey flew out of his hold and went through the open air. Raph fell as he felt metal slam against his shell slamming him into the ground of the buildings Shakey Foundation. He felt the building shake again and the pressure on his shell was gone. Turning his head to the side so he could watch pry Donnie for once could catch.

Lucky for both of them, Leo came back and jumped into the air grabbed Casey. Well yelling at Raph for throwing to Donnie. He always missed laceface as it was. Raph found it in himself to laugh at the expression Don was wearing. Mikey soon came next to the two of them calling out I a panic at how close Raph was to a kraang. They all were trying to hide it. The fear. He just smiled.

"Guys tell him how much I loved him, take care of him, raise him, play with him. Make sure to read him stories and tuck him in with his bear." Tears sterling down his face." Ignoring them calling stupid that they were going to save him as Leo hand Casey off to Cass.

Not this time.

Raph turned to find the kraang stalled hands how to each wall it was holding the building up on its back one wrong more or pull would bring it all down

"Bring it." He dears them. Reaching up and grabbing on to the gross pink spongy body of the alien. "Guys....I love you. All of you."

Everything went quite he heard his name and mkre shouted but in tje moment he ripped that chewing gum prick from its host body. He could see the metal falling down. He didn't feel a thing after he should. This was it uh? Was this how it was for everyone else they lost? He gets it now leaveing is just as hard as being left behind. His brothers, his son. But he did it he saved them and he could smile for that alone.

"I'll see you again Casey." Was the last breath he spoke. Before everything faded.

[thedegu]

old designs under the cut, and some aritist's commentary

so yeah quite a change, like I still kept some of the design parts that I liked but overhauled about everything else. I think I got her original design off of a tiefling generation table but it's been years now and I don't quite remember.

teeth/tusks she was actually an Oni tieflng so she had ice powers over fire and that's where she got the tusks from. though in some art I.... forget to add it.

horns: Her horns were originally green??? I do not remember why I chose this, but it looked bad even when I was first designing her I didn't really like it, and changing them to black was probably the best part of the design overall-- especially with her being dedicated to a death goddess. her current design's horns are what I wanted them to be originally but I could not figure out how to draw them when I first designed Hunt so they turned into idk, overstuffed crossont. in her original cannon (and every rendition after) she grew her horns like that to make herself look taller, but in her original design idk, they really don't lend towards that idea too much. now with the dramatically tall horns that line makes a lot more sense

Color palette: originally, she was red/blue color-coded, not a bad combination, but with the development of her story tieing her to @ijltln's Roosa, whose color themes were blue, white, and silver, I wanted to call back to that while still keeping it unique. The blue veil is a direct reference to Roosa, sampling her darker blue skin tone vs. Hunt's lighter/greener tone. Hunt's secondary colors of black and gold are also, while less direct references were chosen as complimenting colors to Roosa's scheme.

Armor/outfit: Hunt started out as a fighter (eldrich knight in the original game but changed into Rune Knight in future revisions), but this version of Hunt is a 20th level of the Knight, and as so, she would have devoted herself to the goddess Roosa becoming the first paladin of the death goddess. So I really wanted to lean into her being a knight, so full plate armor was not a choice. This was based on several different real-world suits of armor, and I tried to keep it grounded in stylization and ornamentation. Even though at the 20th level, Hunt, while she likes the nice things in life, is not a person to put aesthetics over utility.

Headdress: I did try a few different helmet designs, from masks to cowls but settled on the crown and veil. While not armor really, it feels more fitting for the character as a holy warrior to have something akin to real-world religious vestments and, again, the color choice tying her into the god she worships. I hemmed and hawed on the skull, though, but I did feel like I needed a centerpiece to the headdress. It feels a bit cliche but I couldn't think of anything better at the time of the design.

Sword: she originally used a longsword, but I changed it to a shortsword with a finger loop. To imply her overall personality. She can use the sword like a rapier if she so wishes, but in all reality, she is the hammer that strikes the nail. No ornamentation on the sword, just a good piece of steel that can do its job well. The pommel just continues the shape language set by the ornamentation in her armor and the shape of her horns without being ostentatious. Her off-hand is left free to use magic and sometimes hold a shield.

Tail: her tail was originally a wedge-shaped plane thing. and I changed it to be long and hairy. I just really enjoy drawing and rendering long hair, so its not more complicated than that lmao.

hair: I really liked the original design (one of my favorite aspects of it) so it's one of the few things that did not change at all besides which way it lays on her head lmao.

overall: I do still like the original design and how I made her, but now im mostly just glad that I did indeed go back an redsign her 4? 5??? 6??? years after her first conception. not only have I improved as an artist but her overall character concept has drastically changed; and giving myself the room to revamp her while keeping the aspects I liked in the original design has made this character even better in the end

New/updated design for an Old dnd PC Hunt. When I first designed her was A WHILE ago (I'll post some of the first drawings of her in the rbs), and I kept on finding when I'm drawing her nowadays, I didn't really like her design/my old refs were limiting. So kept everything I liked but ditched everything else. Also, she was only like level 3 within the campaign, and in my heart, she's level 20.

Also, her subclasses are rune knight / redemption. idk how it would play but its more for the ~flavor~ than anything

do not expect me to draw her armor this detailed ever again.