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todorokiaimee · 6 years ago

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Blues In The Night 6. Bright Lights, Big City

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Todoroki was on cloud nine. It had been three weeks since he asked Aimee is to be his girl and he couldn’t be happier if he tried. Happy. He had never considered himself a happy man before Aimee. He was content, in his life and job, but this true happiness was the best gift he had ever received. Today was the first group meeting about the string of missing person cases Deku had recently brought to his attention. As he walked into his agency's conference room, he saw a lot of familiar faces. Of course, his father Endeavor was in the room and well as a few of their trusted sidekicks, but also in attendance was his friend and former classmate Deku as well as his former teacher Eraserhead. Shoto took a seat beside his old friend as he clapped him on the shoulder. “Hi there, stranger! It’s so good to see you, I just wish it was under better circumstances,” the green-haired hero smiled brightly. Shoto nodded and returned his smile before Endeavor cleared his throat, taking note of his son’s almost peppy demeanor. “Since we’re all in attendance now, let’s get started. Deku?” “Yes, sir!” Midoriya eagerly stood to his feet, making his way to the front of the room.

“I’ve been concerned about thirteen unsolved missing person cases from all across Japan. Ages range from as young as 13 to as old as 47. All of the victims are from poor areas. Some are confirmed drug addicts or sex workers. High-risk victims that supposedly not many people will miss.” Deku paused, his eyes scanning the room. “But, they all have one thing in common. They’re all registered as having strong or extremely useful quirks for combat.”

A chorus of murmurs erupted from the conference room as they looked over the case files in front of them until Endeavor the Flame Hero spoke up. “If their quirks are so strong, couldn’t they fight off an attacker easily? It makes more sense that they wanted to disappear.” Next, it was Eraserhead to join the fray. “The supposed attacker could have some sort of stealth quirk or an eraser quirk similar to my own,” he paused, scratching the scruff on his chin. “He would be able to get the drop on them and hit them with a blitz attack.”

The room once again erupted in murmurs and sounds of agreement. One thing kept bothering Shoto however as he softly addressed the room, “If they are being taken, what is the attacker doing with them once they have the victims? No bodies have been found, so it's possible they could be keeping them alive, but why take them in the first place?” Endeavor solemnly shook his head at his son. Todoroki, as well as everyone else in the room, knew that statistically most of the victims in the case files in front of them are presumed dead. After someone has been missing over 48 hours, the likeliness of finding them alive drops exponentially. Deku hummed with his head hung low, “That’s what I don't know. I just… “ He paused, clenching his fits at his sides. “I just have a gut feeling that there’s more to this than just transients and runaways. My gut says they're all alive too!”

Shoto nodded, a small smile reaching his lips, faced with his old friend’s passion. “Well, your gut is usually correct. Are there any witnesses?” Izuku returned his smile before referring to his case notes. “Not really, but friends and family say it’s like they disappeared overnight. A few had even confirmed plans for next and coming days.” Aizawa groaned as he stretched his body, undoubtedly tired from his strenuous teaching schedule as well as his night patrols. “I’ll be sure to patrol the streets more carefully in those areas at night. If he’s out there in the shadows I’ll find him.” Rising to his feet, Endeavor’s booming and commanding voice filled the room, “Then I suggest the rest of us requestion the family and friends of the missing as well as revisit the sites they were last seen. With any luck, some new information will come to light. Be sure to report back any findings. Dismissed.”

With that, everyone stood and started to collect their belongings and papers. With an accomplished smile, Deku made his way over to Shoto nudging him in the side. “Thanks for agreeing to talk to your father for me about the case. I doubt I would have gotten very far without his backing.” Shoto shrugged nonchalantly as he pulled out his cell phone, “You raised some good questions and connections. It’s our duty as heroes to see every lead through.” “Still, I appreciate it,” Midoriya paused as he looked over Shoto’s shoulder to see him texting, a small smile on the duel-quirked hero’s face. “Oh, are you texting your lovely lady friend? When am I going to get to meet her?!” Midoriya playfully shook his friend in his excitement, Shoto gently pushing him away with a soft chuckle. “You will soon enough. I’m not exactly hiding her away.” However, despite that sentiment, Shoto would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being the only hero in her life for now.

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On the other side of town, Aimee was in her cozy apartment making buttercream icing for her freshly baked cake. The soulful singing of Sarah Vaughn filled the apartment as she hummed along, engrossed in her task. Just as she was finishing layering the middle of the cake with berries, the upbeat chime of her cell phone, alerted her to a Facetime call. Who could that be? After quickly washing her hands, Aimee picked up her phone to see a surprising name, answering the call. “Hi, Daddy.”

Aimee balanced her phone up on the kitchen counter to see her father, Colonel Faurie. He was a strict yet playful man, painfully overprotective, but she loved him for it. “You’ve got some explaining to do little girl.” Aimee scoffed as she went back to working on her cake. “Whatever do you mean, Father?” “Tell me why I was at the grocery store and I saw your pretty little face on a tabloid next to Pro Hero Todoroki Shoto?” Even though Aimee and Shoto had been dating for a few weeks, for her privacy, he never addressed their relationship publically. It wasn’t as if he was hiding her, they were seen out in public a handful of times, but for their actual dates, they opted for more private settings. Even still, the tabloids and paparazzi ran wild with their theories and stories. “Look, I got it here. Listen to this headline: ‘Todoroki Shoto has Jungle Fever.’” Aimee couldn’t help that cackle that came from her mouth. What will they come up with next? Her Father cleared his throat, clearly unamused, “You let that boy in your jungle, girl?” Aimee gasped in horror at her father’s words. Who talks about this stuff with their own daughter?! “Daddy!” She exclaimed, her face red and hot. “Mhm, Daddy isn’t an answer.” Aimee sighed, shaking her head in disbelief. Only my Daddy. “Ok, first of all, no I have not. Second of all, it is in no way a jungle. And third,” She paused with a huff, violently mixing her buttercream icing. “Even if I did, I am a grown woman and the last person I would talk about this with is my Daddy!” Colonel Faurie rolled his eyes and huffed himself at his daughter’s words. “Mhm sure. Anyway, why did I have to find out about you seeing someone from a magazine? Back in my day, if a boy wanted to court a girl, he had to ask her father for permission. I oughta meet this boy. Show him who’s boss.” She sighed with a small smile on her face. There was a reason Aimee hadn’t told him about Shoto. He had a tendency to be a bit overbearing with her ‘suitors’. “We’ve only been officially a couple a few weeks, Daddy. I don’t wanna jinx it by moving too fast.” Just then, another ping from her cell phone alerted her to a text. This time the name that showed up, made her smile ear to ear.

Mon Cher 💙: I just got off work. May I come over? I want to see you.

Aimee: Of course! I want to see you too. 😍

Mon Cher 💙: Great. I’ll see you soon. 😊

Colonel Faurie whistled through the phone to regain her attention. “That must be him since you’re over there smiling like a Cheshire cat.” Aimee blushed, knowing that she’d been caught. “Ah, no matter. I’ll let you get back to your conversation. Just remember, boys come and go, but your Daddy is forever.” Aimee playfully rolled her eyes with a smile. “Sure, sure, Daddy. I’ll talk to you later.” With that, she hung up and went back to decorating her cake.

About twenty minutes later there was a quiet knock on the door, alerting Aimee to Shoto’s arrival. “Come on in, it’s unlocked!” She called out, putting the finishing touches on her cake. Shoto entered the apartment, taking off his shoes by the door. When he didn’t find his love in the living room waiting for him, he went to the next room she would likely be found, the kitchen. Once he laid eyes on her curvy and petite form, all the stress of the day instantly evaporated from his body. Shoto quietly walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her small waist. “You really should keep your door locked.” He placed a soft kiss to her temple before resting his chin on her shoulder. “I only unlocked it once you told me you were coming,” Aimee said with a smile. “Still, I want you safe. I can wait a few moments for you to unlock a door.” Shoto eyed the cake she was working on, secretly hoping he hadn’t missed an important occasion. “That’s a lovely looking cake. Did you bake it yourself?” She nodded, grabbing a knife to cut a generous slice. “I did. My sweet tooth was badgering me today so I thought I’d bake one, just because.” Shoto let out a small sigh in relief. “Would you like to have a taste?” He nodded, lifting his head off her shoulder. “Please.” Aimee placed a bit of cake on her fork and fed it to Shoto, a light blush on both of their faces. “What do you think?” She waited patiently as he chewed. It’s true she was fairly confident in her cooking and baking skills, but of course, she still wanted the approval of her stoic boyfriend. “It’s delicious. Sweet.” He paused, a little twinkle in his eye. “But not as sweet as you, my love.” He smirked as he stole a quick kiss, squeezing her tight. Once again, Aimee’s giggle met his ears. It was his favorite sound in the world. He would do anything, be anything, just to hear that glorious giggle.

“Ok lover boy, how about you take this slice of cake into the living room and I’ll be in there in just a moment with some glasses of milk.” Shoto nodded, reluctantly pulling away. He took the small plate of cake with him into the living room. Resting on her loveseat, was her fat cat, Mochi. Shoto hummed at the cat as he put the plate down on the coffee table. “Excuse me, Mochi,” he said softly as he went to sit down next the feline. Instead of staying put, the cat slipped over to the other side of the couch, directly where he was about to sit. Shoto quirked a brow at the cat and moved to sit on the other side, only for Mochi to move once again to block his path. Shoto didn’t understand. Usually, cats loved him, especially his left side.

Soon Aimee walked in with two glasses of milk in hand, puzzled as to why Shoto was still standing, staring at her cat. “Go ahead and have a seat, babe.” Shoto and Mochi only stared at each other as if in a competition of dominance before Shoto muttered, “Your cat doesn’t seem to want me to sit down.” Aimee rolled her eyes, setting down the glasses of milk on the coffee table. “Are you being a butt block, Mochi?” She scooped up the cat as he let out a whiny meow. “Don’t you sass me, boy!” She scratched his soft belly with a smile. “Make yourself comfortable. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.” Shoto nodded and sat down on the plush loveseat, stretching his arm across the back. Aimee sat down next to him, draping her legs over his lap, Mochi still in her arms. The peppermint-haired man instinctively placed his hand on top of her thick thighs, lightly stroking them over her jeans. He loved being close to her like this. “You know, my love,” he paused, picking up the plate of cake for the two to share. “I think Mochi might jealous.” Shoto ate another bite of cake as Aimee quirked a brow at her stoic lover. “Now why would a cat be jealous?” She opened her mouth wide for him to feed her which he happily obliged. “He used to have you have to himself. Now it’s my personal mission to steal you away any chance I get.” Aimee hummed, a sly smirk pulling at her lips as she ate. “Perhaps, but who’s to say I haven’t had all sorts of men walking in and out of this house, hmm?” Just as Shoto was about to place another forkful of cake inside his mouth, he paused, eyes wide. “Uh.. well…” He stammered trying to find the right words to respond to her statement, suddenly feeling hot under the collar. It wasn’t until he heard her snicker, he began to relax again. “I’m just kidding! You’re the only man for me.” She smiled, leaning in close to place a playful kiss on his lips. “You tease.” Shoto melted into her, pulling her closer as he peppered her face in sweet kisses. Before the couple could get lost in each other, Mochi meowed loudly, struggling to free himself from between the two. “Sorry, Mochi!” Aimee leaned back allowing the large cat to leap from her lap and onto the floor, locking eyes with Shoto before strolling away. I win this round, cat.

After getting resituated, Shoto handed Aimee the plate of cake while he reached for a glass of milk. “Are you busy Friday evening? Say at about 7 o’clock?” The ravenette took another bite of cake, thinking over her schedule. “Not that I know of. Do you have something in mind, mon cher?” Shoto smiled, rubbing her plush thighs lovingly. He loved the pet name she had bestowed upon him. It never failed to make him smile each time it left her full lips. “I would like to take you out on a date. Somewhere nice.”

Somewhere nice, huh?

Aimee was suddenly suspicious, she knows her boyfriend had a taste for the finer things, but it still wasn’t something she was used to. She grew up lower/middle class and was now living on a teacher’s salary. “Define

nice,” she said eyeing her beau questionably. Taking another sip of milk, Todoroki shrugged casually. “I’d like to take you to Ise Sueyoshi.” “Ise Sueyoshi?!” Aimee sat up, putting the plate back down on the coffee table. “That isn’t just nice, that’s the best five-star restaurant in Tokyo!” Shoto sighed softly as he went to pick up the plate of cake again. He had a feeling she might react this away, but he was hoping she would just roll with it and not ask too many questions. “That’s what I hear.” He smirked as he took another bite of her cake. “This really is delicious, Beautiful. What is this, buttercream?” Aimee rolled her eyes, taking the plate from him. “Don’t you sweet talk me! Don’t you have to wait like a year to even get a reservation?” Shoto hummed, as he quickly pulled Aimee fully into his lap, a smug smile on his face as he was met with her surprised giggle. “Being a hero does have its perks.” Looking into her large brown eyes, Shoto gently cupped Aimee’s face, brushing his thumb across her smooth cheek. “Just say you’ll accompany me? Let me treat you to a night of fine dining.” Aimee looked into his pleading heterochromatic eyes, her resolve instantly melting away. She sighed haven been defeated as she slid her small hands up his chest to rest behind his neck. “I can never say no to that face.” Shoto hummed, slowly rubbing her back as he held her close. “Thank you, but have you ever wanted to?” The last thing he wanted was to have Aimee feel pressured to do anything with him. He could come up with another date idea if she really felt uncomfortable. Aimee shook her head before placing a small kiss to his cheek, directly under his scar. “No, but you do spoil me.” A familiar heat rose to Shoto’s cheeks as she laid her head on his shoulder, a warm smile pulling at his lips. “Perhaps, but you deserve the best.”

Chapter 7

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incognitowetrust · 6 years ago

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Let’s see how quick Tumblr tries to destroy dis.

Okay, so, my OP macguffin. Bit of an updated thing. Adding a new form. So, now we have...

-two smol koi cat long babies that are almost like living dragon balls that purr.

-Big koi cat long baby that is a fused version of aforementioned smol babies that functions like a pseudo dragon

-And, now, the new form. A fusion of the smol koi cat long babies, but is a pseudo-god godly waifu.

Because why the frig not.

I’m putting most of this under “read more” because I’ve worried about how big some of my posts are space-wise, I don’t wanna... like... take up space in feeds, y’know? Don’t hurt y’all’s scrollin’ finger. xD

Uh... I assume y’all are mature enough to handle very basic boobs, right? Because I guess I’ve just kinda had a thing going where I like to make body positive stuff here and there, and I also don’t think breasts should always be seen as sexual. Plus, on Suringa, it’s not really considered any “weirder” for female/feminine people to go topless. So... yeah, sure, why not.

I’m also putting the two original refs here.

Because Fumu and Numu on their own, though sentient, are non verbal besides cute noises, and because they don’t exactly do the dragon shit casually, I guess it made sense to make something that was sort of a middle ground. The godly form also has nicknames like “The Lady of Suringa”.

Fumunumu is the full name of their fusion, but because that’s sort of a mouthful, the pseudo-dragon and the god form often are just called “Umu”. As far as pronouns, “she” and “they” are most accepted. Umu will sometimes refer to herself as “I” and “we”.

For the most part, Fumu and Numu like to be their regular critter selves, and enjoy romping around, eating, sleeping, and enjoying the company of the Suringi people. It is basically illegal to get in the way of their activities. The Suringians hold them in very high regards, and are pretty self-conscious about asking Umu for any sort of favors that would be considered petty.

Granting wishes actually causes Umu a good deal of physical and mental stress, she would describe it as feeling as though her soul is being drained.

Often, when a Suringian person becomes old, they are voluntarily absorbed by Umu (in dragon form, usually). One of the reasons why disrespecting Umu is looked so down upon is it’s also considered a bit like looking down upon their ancestors, because she carries their energy. Giving energy is seen as a way of giving back to Umu, kinda like a natural cycle thing, they make a big deal out of the symbiotic relationship.

Fumu and Numu have a remarkable ability at sensing danger, and because they are almost always together, they are almost always prepared to fuse and protect Suringa from whatever dangers come their way. If Umu engages in actual combat, it is probably in the god form, while the dragon form is used for things such as sending out a wave of magic that disorients approaching suspicious persons to turn away.

As far as immortals go, Fumu and Numu and their fusions are usually pretty chill. Cruelty is not their default. However, they won’t hesitate to retaliate against behaviors from others that they find distasteful. They cannot stand people who are overly prideful and arrogant. Having a harmless appearance as Fumu and Numu actually serves as a little bit of a trap from would-be wish makers who might manage to show up to the planet after hearing there was some kind of dragon creature there. Anyone new on the planet is immediately introduced to Fumu and Numu, and that person’s ability to remain on the planet without trouble is highly dependent on how they react to meeting two deceivingly harmless and simple creatures.

Fumu and Numu are pretty similar to one another, but there is a slight variation in personality. Fumu is the orange and white one, and is a bit more innocent and playful, with higher energy. Numu, the dark one with the light tummy, is calmer, and has a wise and nurturing soul.

Both have a habit of slinking into people’s houses and curling up next to or on them, if that person is sick or emotionally isn’t feeling so good. They can make a sound that’s comparable to a purr, which almost anyone finds extremely soothing.

Well... I guess that’s enough for now on this subject. There’s more stuff I wanna do for a while too. Eventually I will wanna get around to, like, concept arts/landscapes/background type stuff, because my ideas for Suringa makes it a very beautiful planet, and I oughta actually attempt to make visuals for it at some point. But later. Because I am lazy.

#my art #my OCs #suringa #fumunumu #lol I make so many background characters #Hey it's called worldbuilding #Gelato's home planet #he was raised on a planet of fish cat worshippers

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riftfic · 6 years ago

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5. There, Sometimes

“Imagine how you'd feel if you lost your brother right in front of you, and there was something you could have done to stop it. Would you be able to live with that?"

You’re in trouble. And what’s this about a grey door?

Warnings: reference to suicide, mild violence, strong language Featured Characters: Frisk (Reader), Sans, Toriel, Flowey

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"Goat Mom?" Toriel echoed. Her large eyes blinked hard in faux outrage.

Sans snickered.

"I will have you know that I am of the highest pedigree . . .”

“of goats?” Sans finished. “’s okay, tori; no one’s sayin’ you ain’t got papers.”

“. . . of boss monsters, descended from royalty predating the rise of humankind.”

“‘kay.”

Toriel’s face scrunched. Sans grinned like a Cheshire cat.

“boss momster.” He snapped his fingers under the twinkling stars of his eyes. “better?”

She beamed like the sun, and he basked.

The air in this chamber swayed with slow breezes, even though the door had been shut behind you. Sans, having only caught a passing glimpse of this place when young, found the architecture eerie but charming with its ivy covered walls and overgrown grass patches. Something soothed him about nature taking its course, as if the Ruins were slowly falling away to inevitable samsara at his feet.

“Would you rather not stay awhile?” Toriel asked, noting the dark circles around his eye sockets. “Rest. Spend the night, perhaps. . . . You seem so tired. It would be best not to push yourself.”

A guilty smile showed on Sans’ face, but he batted away the suggestion like a cloud of smoke. “heh, i always look a little undead, no need to worry. plus we really oughta make up for lost time. more than a few steps to new home, if i’m countin’.”

“You really are taking them to Asgore, then.”

Sans picked nervously at the seams in his pockets. Did she have to say it like that?

“i won’t let anythin’ bad happen to 'em,” he said. “made ya a promise, remember?”

At that, her gaze sank deep into the marrow of his bones.

“but they’re gonna need help,” he said. “kid can’t make it if they face him alone, 'specially not now. they’re gonna need their friends, their family. it’d mean a lot for you to be there.”

“I have not left the Ruins since . . .”

“just let it simmer.”

The room echoed as Sans took lethargic steps toward the door. Toriel followed him quietly enough to be standing on air, and yet he could feel her behind him. The radiance of her soul burned like an oven he could warm his hands beside for hours.

“was good to finally see you, door lady.”

“Sans, wait.” She lifted the claws of her fingers to her lips apprehensively. “How are you . . . really?”

His smile almost dissolved.

“walkin’ on sunshine.”

“No, you are not.”

The storm he had struggled to suppress now swirled to life across his face.

“And I cannot help but wonder if I am partly to blame,” she said, tears building in the corners of her eyes. “That promise. If I had not asked you to make it, perhaps you would not have . . . ”

“no, no, no, tori, please.”

When her muzzle sank behind her hands, Sans felt his heart sink in suit. Her frame of mind had completely escaped him until then. At this point in her life, she had suffered enough to trap herself forever behind frozen purple doors. After everyone she had grieved, after how lonely she had become, his death would have been yet another stone too heavy around her neck.

“i’m sorry,” he murmured, hands tightening to fists inside his pockets. “i was selfish, so fuckin’ selfish. please, don’t think like that. you didn’t do nothin’ wrong.”

He only realized he had lost sense of reality when the soft, wet pads of her hands framed his face. Her voice felt distant, but as it called him back, the smothering feeling in his chest weakened.

“You are the one who did nothing wrong,” she said. Her cheeks glittered with salt water. “It is not your fault, and it was not selfish.”

Her words sewed through his soul, tightening his pieces together even if it stung.

“So, my sweet skeleton . . . please, tell me.”

As the door boomed shut behind him, Sans buttoned his jacket for the calming effect alone. He exhaled an ice dragon’s breath like a cloud of crystals. To him, “cold” was a sensation like any other. It did not cause him discomfort unless well beyond the natural spectrum.

He looked left and then right. No Frisk. Worry dwarfed all else when he realized something had wiped the snow clean.

“kiddo?” he called. Anxiety crept into his voice. “frisk?”

His phone buzzed in his pocket and his left hand plunged after it. While he had rigged the scanner to alert him near significant time anomalies, that wasn’t it.

It was a text from Alphys.

His soul launched into his skull. He and the dinosaur monster hadn’t communicated through anything but Undernet in years. He hastily opened the message.

“go right.”

Your senses crumbled.

The white forest had darkened into oblivion. Sounds dulled in underwater static, save the high-pitch ring overtaking your throbbing ears. Just as your world began slipping away, you dropped like a stone. You thought you had finally given in when your descent slowed to that of a feather, but then the cold, sobering touch of snow cradled you. You gasped. Oxygen had never tasted so pure.

Your vision cleared to reveal the soles of Sans’ shoes, planted firmly, protectively in front of you. Above his shoulders floated a giant and terrifying image—a dog skull, or perhaps a dragon skull—seething with angry, bright blue magic. The same energy wisped from Sans’ left eye, the one you had known to flash with fury.

The way Flowey cowered in the distance, you realized all at once that they were preparing to fight. You took hold of Sans’ ankle.

“Don’t hurt him,” you rasped.

“heh. don’ worry, kid.” His eyes went dark. “he won't feel a thing.”

“Big talk from tiny,” Flowey spat as if amused, though his body language coiled with intimidation. A terrible smile twisted across his face. “Is that what you told yourself when you tore your soul in half?” His head spun so far left it almost turned upside down. “Did killing yourself not go over well for you, trash bag? Thirty-fifth time’s the charm. I think you should try again.”

The anger in Sans’ face deepened.

“Or I could help you out . . .”

A heavy vine peeled out from the snowy earth and snapped toward Sans—but he had vanished. Your head spun to place him. He dropped into the air some fifteen feet up, then disappeared again. And again. And again. He flashed in and out of reality, mesmerizing in bright blue fragments like cyan crystals. He worked his way closer to the flower, barely avoiding vines and thorns until he finally came down with a quick, clean sucker punch to Flowey’s face.

“OW!” he shouted.

The yellow daisy rubbed at his cheek with one leaf like a sour child, but he seemed all right. Then, half a blue rib cage clawed out of the earth and imprisoned him behind their bars.

Sans bent over him, livid. Two of those frightening skulls hovered by each shoulder, jaws unhinged like snakes. Raging blue magic swirled in their mouths like portals to a very, very bad time.

“touch 'em again and you’re off my mercy list, dandelion. got that?”

“Tsh . . . whatever . . .”

" d i d i h e a r a ’ n o ' ? “

Flowey glared up into the empty hollows of Sans’ eyes with increasing fury. His leaves curled tightly, impudently, until finally his face twisted into something evil. A small earthquake rumbled at your knees.

"I SAID, 'WHATEVER,’ YOU DEAF IDIOT!” he shrieked.

Sans barely had time to turn his head before the floor beneath you dropped with a resounding crunch. You screamed. A den of green snakes had snapped free and shot toward you faster than Undyne’s spears. There was no evading them.

You closed your eyes, preparing for a death you had felt a thousand times, but had never expected to last.

A flash of bright blue filled your vision and suddenly there were arms around your waist. They snatched you into a roller coaster that rocketed from zero to a million in half a breath, so quickly you tore from existence into the invisible space between. A shortcut. You warped and spiraled through a million blinding colors until you tumbled out onto a cool, damp floor. The arms around you were gone. You heard a distant splash, then nothing but a steady, hyperactive beeping noise.

The wet, earthen scent told you where you were, even before opening your eyes.

Though your body complained, you ascended to your hands and knees. Almost every inch of you hurt like hell, even more where those vines had crushed you like a reticulated python. How hard you had hit the ground when falling back into reality certainly didn’t help either.

The gears in your head started cranking. Falling, not landing. Sans had never taken you through a shortcut this wild. It was as if he had lost control.

“Sans?” you called.

No response but a chorus of tiny stamen voices shouting his name back to you.

Your eyes flew around Waterfall’s bioluminescent cave interior. Glowing mushrooms and blue echo flowers flourished beside their mirrors in a churning river. The tunnels ahead glowed faintly in the distance amid patches of intimidating shadow. Dewy moss smattered the ground beneath you like a blue-green sponge.

That persistent, electric refrain of “beep, beep, beep” steadily slowed. The noise was impossible to pinpoint when every wall and flower echoed its rhythm in perfect time. You found Sans anyway, half submerged in a pool of glowing water.

He wasn’t moving.

You scrambled over and dragged him out onto drier land. Some of that luminous blue water lingered in the fabric of his clothes. It dribbled along the stone in a path to the riverbank. You cradled his head in your lap.

The half-open recesses of his eye sockets remained dark, even as you said his name. You shook him lightly. Nothing.

The beeping sound, you realized, emanated from Sans’ coat pocket. You fished inside for his phone. On the screen, a digital graph had spiked into a red zone, but was gradually sliding down into colder colors. Those hand symbols again. What on earth were they? Some strange monster code? A dialect or language you didn’t speak?

You dropped your hand as if it weighed a hundred pounds. This wasn’t right. You looked at your surroundings, at the insensible figure of your friend, at the phone in your grasp. None of this was right. It was all messy, all wrong, all your fault for bungling time into stupid, self-righteous knots. Your throat constricted and your eyes began to burn. Why couldn’t you have just been satisfied?

Your heart skyrocketed as Sans massaged the now furrowed curve of his forehead. He hissed in pain, then propped himself up on one elbow.

“pretty sure i whacked that weed in a past life,” he grumbled.

You laughed and threw your arms around his neck. He flinched in surprise.

“I’m sorry,” you said, muffled in the fur of his hood. “I shouldn’t have gone off on my own. I’m so sorry.”

His eye sockets widened suddenly, as if he had forgotten all the details until then. He sighed and ruffled your hair.

“my bad for leaving you alone, kiddo,” he said. He cautiously backed out of the hug, at which point his eye lights dashed over your many scrapes and bruises. “you okay?”

“Um.” You held out that still-vibrating rectangle. “Your phone was going wild . . .”

He stared at you a little longer as if he couldn’t care less about that. When the repetitive sound finally got to him, he took the device from your hands and silenced it.

“I guess your shortcuts are back?” you asked.

He nodded slowly, pensively. He didn’t mention the burn in his soul or its loosened seams.

“kinda over-encouraged the snail, though,” he said.

You wished he wouldn’t be so nonchalant. Neither of you were in good shape, and this particular channel of Waterfall only endangered you more. You remembered, however, a secluded cave offshoot with a mouse-hole and some oddly-crystallized cheese just minutes away. If you made it there safely, you could lie low and recover while saving your resources.

You floated the idea to Sans, and he agreed. As you shifted to stand, however, he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. You noticed it was shaking.

“eh, hold up a sec, bud,” he said. “let me at least take care o’ the nicks and knots before you go spelunking.”

You shook your head. Absolutely not.

“c’mon,” he said playfully. “would i offer if i wasn’t up to it?”

“You know what it does to you . . .”

“frisk.”

You bit your tongue at how softly he had said your name. His eyelights dimmed, and you immediately understood that his reasons were beyond practical.

It had been a long, long time since Sans had healed you. Historically, he had left the task to someone like Toriel, Undyne, or Papyrus, maybe even Alphys, but in a small handful of moments he had felt compelled to shoulder the responsibility. It had never been particularly pretty. Even small injuries pulled the spark out of his eyes, while Toriel could practically raise the dead before heaving a sigh.

As he braced your head between his hands, warmth flooded your body like stepping into a hot bath. Your headache slowly subsided. Your abrasions and contusions lessened. Though the sensation threatened to lull you to sleep, you watched him intently, searching for the smallest sign that he had pushed himself too far.

“heh . . . ’s a little better, at least,” he said, as the power faded from his fingers. “and all your cinnabunnies ’re accounted for.”

You smiled, still aching and bruised but noticeably better. You were glad to know he had sensed his limit. Still, as always, just a little bit of life had left his eyes.

The path ahead wound through stalagmites, columns, and glittering mounds of flowstone. Soda straw and helictite fingered down from the ceiling amid a healthy overgrowth of dragon’s gold, all blue in the mushroom light. The river flowed alongside you, dancing with bioluminescence in the wake of creatures and monsters alike.

“He always calls me 'Chara,’” you said, as you traced the waters edge farther downstream. “It’s like that horrible experience is constantly at the front of his mind, and it’s all he can do to cope.”

“can’t face the real one, so he projects the role onto you?”

“I guess.”

“hmm.” Sans glanced through the waterfall now dividing you. “almost feel sorry for 'im.”

You stopped past the stream of glowing blue and faced him. “Almost?”

He spread his hands and smiled. “plant just tried to snuff ya, kiddo. little hard for me to empathize.”

You had to give him that, but your penchant for forgiveness wouldn’t have it. You frowned and crossed your arms.

“Imagine how you’d feel if you lost your brother right in front of you,” you said, “and there was something you could have done to stop it. Would you be able to live with that?”

Sans’ grin fell flat. You’d never seen his face more haunted, as if the words had struck closer to home than you intended. He said nothing and continued to say nothing for a very, very long time. When you finally glanced behind you, you saw he walked with his hand to his chest, frowning at the walls.

“you think that’s why you always find him there?” he asked quietly. “in the ruins.”

“What do you mean?”

“the flower patch.” At your silence, he added, “tori took the human’s body with her when she left. buried the kid there.” His dim eyes finally sought you out. “thought you knew.”

You hadn’t.

It all made sense, suddenly: the empty coffin engraved with Chara’s name, Toriel’s return to the garden after you spared her, Asriel’s final journey before vanishing forever. Your sympathy for the flower swelled when you imagined him returning to visit the grave.

As you walked the long, narrow tunnel just outside your destination, Sans’ phone began chiming intermittently. He shuffled to a halt halfway through the pass and stared at the screen. He smacked it.

“What’s up?” you asked.

He didn’t answer you immediately. Whatever was on the display flashed so quickly it illuminated his face in a rainbow of alternating colors. When he tore his eyes from it, he forced a small, uncertain smile.

“it’s saying everything’s cool, but . . . not? i ain’t diggin’, honestly. thing’s contradicting itself.” He chugged the air in preparation for a hefty sigh. “maybe it funked up on the way out, or . . .”

As your eyes scraped along the rock formations around you, the color drained from your face. This nondescript cave wall, this empty road with nothing special to show on its skin, held a troubling secret underneath. You had only glimpsed it, and though your mind had instructed you to forget, you never truly could.

Sans caught the chill that ran up your spine. “bud?” he asked. “y'okay?”

“There’s . . . a gray door here,” you said quietly. “Sometimes. I’ve only seen it once, but . . .”

“a door?” Sans notched his brow with growing concern. “don’t tell me ya went in.”

When you stared at him uneasily, his frown deepened.

“There was a monster inside,” you said, observing the dark shadow where a door had once stood. “He was . . . sad, I think . . . just standing there, alone, frozen in the center of the room. There was something wrong with him, though, like that wasn’t how he was supposed to look. He was twisted, disfigured, and his face was . . . cracked apart at the eyes, almost like what used to be a . . . a skull . . .”

Sans’ phone hit the ground with a sharp crack. His spine had gone rigid, his eyelights snuffed, his hand shaking.

“Sans?” you asked cautiously.

He didn’t respond. It frightened you to see him so overcome, especially after what Papyrus had said to you about his soul. It was important, you told yourself, to remain calm. Whatever ledge he wavered on, you needed to step him back from it slowly and carefully. You inched nearer.

“Sans . . .”

“where did he go,” he whispered.

“What?”

“where did he go?”

Sans had taken a small step-turned-shortcut and seized your shoulders so urgently it startled you. The pupil of his left eye flared to life again in blue and yellow, flashing sharp and insistent.

“He disappeared!” you blurted. “When I touched him. It’s like he couldn’t hold himself there and just . . . poofed.”

Sans’ eyes, more desperate than you had ever seen, darted over you as if scouring for the smallest trace of a lie. You could feel, then, that same power he had used to scan your soul in Judgment Hall, that sensation of piercing sunlight seeking to cast a shadow. Then, when he found nothing but flatland inside you, everything softened: his eyes, his posture, his hold of you. He let go.

As he stepped back, he covered his face with both hands and breathed an apology. Then came another, and another. They rolled out his mouth like a small river, inaudible if not for the echoing cave walls. You couldn’t be sure, but by the sound of them, they were not directed at you.

You eased a hand onto his back and caressed the fleece of his coat. It took him a second to clear his head, but eventually he lowered his hands from his eyes. They were dark, emptier than you had ever seen.

“Did you know him?” you asked.

You only received silence as an answer.

Around the bend, that reclusive grotto welcomed you, as dry and safe as you remembered. Cheese crystallized in alexandrite rested on a small, nondescript table near a small hole. It had always come across as nonsensical to you, placed with no purpose but to taunt the mouse living nearby. Retrieving the snack seemed an unattainable goal, but you had once seen yourself in that small creature, running after pipedreams and determined to succeed. Both of you had won in the end, and yet here you were, unsatisfied with your reward.

Sans didn’t speak for the rest of the evening. Instead, he stared into his hands, his phone, or your head on his knee. While you drifted to sleep, lulled by tiny rodentian snores, he sat awake, gazing off into the hallway you had left behind.

Could it really be him? Was Wingdings alive? Or was this some cruel echo, a vain hope he grasped based on a child’s vague memory?

Maybe an hour later, Sans slipped out from under you and crept to the end of the cavern. Once he ensured you still slept, he disappeared into that darker yet darker tunnel.

The emptiness stretched forever. He could hardly calculate how long it took to reach the center of the pass, where his phone had been most troublesome, where you had told him a story he couldn’t unhear. The alarm started going off again, more grating against his ears when ablaze in silence. He hoped you wouldn’t hear.

A door that was there sometimes.

He didn’t want to look. He kept his eyes to the earth, so afraid to lift them that they seemed to weigh more than Mount Ebott above. When he finally did, his bones nearly caved away, as if drawn into the void itself.

A door that was there this time.

He shivered. A cold, cold aura pawed through the door cracks in want of escape. Its claws hooked on his ankles, calling him, begging him. The door looked too tall, somehow, but he did not question it. The only thing he wondered was if he should break the seal, if he should test fate, if he should put his very existence on the line to glimpse a phantom.

He had to know.

His hand reached for the doorknob.

He had to see it himself.

When he walked through, it was like closing his eyes, and when he opened them he wasn’t where he thought he would be. He realized he was lying down, staring up at an all-too-familiar ceiling in a dim, unkempt room. Cold leaked through the nearby window, past which powdery white fell in a loosely woven sheet. Snow. Always snow. The same as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before . . .

His chest felt like it was crumbling. Reset sickness overcame him, the kind that spun his insides and burned his brain in an attempt to reject him.

No.

No, this couldn’t be happening.

Not again.

He began to hyperventilate. He curled in on himself and cradled his dizzy head. Papyrus’ morning song drifted up to him from the kitchen.

You said it was over. Why would you lie?

He tore at his skull until it split at the eyes, one fissure high on the left, one fissure low on the right.

Why would you turn back now?

His soul started ripping on its own, snapping, chipping away piece by piece by . . .

Sans jolted awake beside a small table and some crystallized cheese. As he wildly reevaluated his surroundings—a cave offshoot illuminated with dim blue light—it slowly registered that this was reality, not the nightmare he had just escaped. There had been no reset. There had been no door. And yet those searing cracks kept building in his soul like an eggshell under pressure.

Crack.

Panic dug under his sternum like a sharp knife.

stop, he thought desperately to himself. stop it. you’re okay. it wasn’t real.

Crack.

pull yourself together. you can’t leave the kid like that. they’ve only got one shot, they could . . .

He realized your head still lay on his lap. You had slept through his startled return to reality and remained cozily close as if nothing could harm you at his side. He cautiously slipped his shaking fingers into the mess of your dark brown hair.

keep sleeping, he asked you in his heart. don’t look at this mess.

He knew that if you witnessed him crumbling, you would blame yourself. He couldn’t let you see his suffering, that sleeping had been impossible, that closing his eyes had only conjured nightmares. He couldn’t let you see the cost of a hundred resets, time-turns you had instigated even if he had been the one to cut his own throat. He couldn’t let you see how he really felt.

How he really was .

“So, my sweet skeleton, please, tell me. How are you?”

“i’m . . .”

When Toriel had asked him this, he had failed to conjure words. The dust of his emotions had been breathed into a flying fury. He huffed a rueful, humorless quiver of a laugh.

“honestly? i think i’m barely holdin’ on,” he had said. “my soul looks like it’s been through a wood-chipper and i don’t know if i’m gonna make it. i’m . . . scared.” He looked up into the warm empathy of her burgundy eyes. “i don’t wanna die anymore.”

that’s right, he thought now. i don’t want to die anymore. He held onto that thought like a lifeline, and the pain in his soul slowly eased. His will to live soldered the pieces back together in brilliant red. i don’t want to die.

You snuggled closer to him in search of warmth. You needed him, he remembered. You cared about him. If he couldn’t pull through for himself, he could do it for you . . .

That dark, whispering hallway entranced him once again.

. . . and maybe for him, too.

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Thank you for reading! If you have thoughts or feelings I love to hear them.

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lilmajorshawty · 7 years ago

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i'm trying to guess this dude's venus sign and i was wondering how each venus sign might act when they're crushing on someone? thank you!

Aries venus(m/f)1st house: they tend to be a mixture of straightforward-cat and mouse. Mars being their ruler they can at times act like Scorpio venus with the game playing but it’s less psychological since Aries is a physical sign so they will often try to seduce you through their actions! And showing off their assets! Be it their arms or their body-their beautiful hair or their gorgeous eyes-for them it’s about the seductive tug. They often try to argue with you a lot and may be a little unruly for no reason when they’re trying to win you over! Aha and they’ll act like they can’t stand you whilst jokingly smirking. Very playful and honest! And if you somehow don’t catch on to their efforts they either leave it alone or they straight up let you know(depending on the circumstances)

Taurus venus(m/f)2nd house: very sensual. I’d say they move very slow so they might not outright show you anything to really sit down and be like “they like me” but they’ll gradually let you know in their body language, such as getting more nervous around you-fidgeting with their body(which isn’t normal of venus In Taurus mainly because they are normally “comfortable” and messing with their body is a sign of being “uncomfortable” May avoid eye contact or being around you to much as they tend to have strong desires especially when they like someone! Can be a bit stiff and more cut and dry with you to protect themselves. They will stare a lot! But only in the beginning after that they avoid eye contact like cray cray! Also they will show off their personal possessions be it the nice watch, the nice car, the nice shoes or whatever it is they will want you to see how much of a provider they can be for you and themselves. OH AND THEYRE VERY VERY VERYYYYYYYYY GOOD at the lingering touch! So pay attention to how they touch you/how they lean in and how they create moments in which you could touch or grab them!!(they want you to touch them)

Gemini venus(m/f)3rd house: wow (me), can be a bit all over the place when they like you aha! A little bit of a schoolgirl/schoolboy thing and it can be very obvious depending on where mercury is located in their chart! If it’s in a earth or water house they can be a bit harder to read but if In an air or fire house they are veryyyyyy obvious about it. They play with their hands a lot and can bite their lips and or do little small nuances such as long sighs and or sweating when around a crush if they really like em. They love communication so if you’re easy to talk to that helps a great deal and allows them to feel safe expressing that desire. They tend to be goofy as hell and super easy to talk to when they like you! And tend to adapt to your sense of humor very easily. You’ll notice the “twins” come out they’ll be bubbly and curious one moment then intense and serious the next. They’re honestly very shy and reclusive when they like you surprisingly and tend to wait on cues from the other person before they do anything big.

Cancer venus(m/f)4th house: actually they tend to be the more blunt of the water venus! They don’t hide it but they also don’t make it easy for you either. They tend to send out signals through staring and deliberate intimacy and touching but they can also have moments where they stop doing these things out of nowhere. They tend to be passive aggressive so you’ll have to be patient with them as often they reflect their actions A. L O T. So don’t get alarmed if they disappear they’re worse then Scorpio when it comes to this. They don’t play mind games but they do test a lot and may try to see how much you like them based on these test but for the most part even if you were to fail they don’t give up on you they just kind of distance themselves a little. They are very nurturing and I know that’s a typical thing to say but they’re actually so sweet and tender but easily hurt so be careful about how you react to their gestures.

Leo venus(m/f)5th house: charming! Usually forward but a bit of the praise me aesthetic going on. They will express a desire to be around you but also won’t do so unless you’ve show them that you value them being their in the first place. I call them the “true libra” as they will only do something if you do it. So the more interest you show them then the more of them you’ll see. They act a bit like scorpios in the sense that they TAKE THE CRUSHING SERIOUSLY so even if you’re not looking for a serious relationship try not to “play the field” in their face as they’ll get vindictive and or cut you off fast as hell. They love to care for you and look amazing to you and may be showoffs! The guys talk about their body a lot and excuse my language but their “package” women will have a sense of pride about their looks and will often reference themselves as being “the best/baddest” which is ironic because they don’t typically do this unless they’re trying to win someone over.

Virgo venus(m/f)6th house: it’s all in the actions. They don’t really talk much it’s more or so in how and what they do. They might grab your coat for you or put your books away-they might offer to grab you an umbrella or give you some food, they might give you a modest compliment or be very gentle with you. They tend to be more about showing you than saying and this is even when they’re dating you they just don’t like having to express their desire for you through simple words as often for them the actions speak much louder. They can be very quiet and nervous around you and seemingly look as if they want to get the fuck oughta there but they’ll stay. Usually serious faces but tends to brighten up the moment you touch them. Not likely to outright touch you unless you touch them first! Honestly they’re sweethearts but they take a long ass time to do things on their own that are romantic so you’ll usually have to make the first move as they need to be vocally told that you like them otherwise they’ll be in limbo wondering if the wink you gave them was romantic or because a fly flew into your eye.

Libra venus(m/f)7th house: OH MY GOD THEY’RE SOOOOOOOO FUNNY AHA they tend to be really corny fellows and gals and have a thing about winning you over by talking your head off but mind you they’re so magnetic and have a very sweet yet alluring way of talking to you! They tend to smile very huge and bright smiles when they like you and I’m not kidding! Pay attention to their eyes as well as libra venus tend to squint and do low smirks when there feeling someone as they often are truly trying to adapt and or function in a way they looks the most flattering to you and which increases there chances of being with you. They are often fairly direct almost like an Aries venus and have no trouble about pursing but I will say they do it through grace and charm instead of out right physical demonstrations. Can be very easy going when around you and slightly sassy with a cute disposition.

Scorpio venus(m/f)8th house: intense. I wouldn’t say they do crushes because it’ll start that way and then becomes something else unless it’s a celebrity crush aha. Usually they stare…Like so much staring..intact staring x68828191873828292929178182819292. They also send out vibes that can often feel like tension but a little bit of like being submerged in water. They tend to use anything they’ve learned from and by watching you or through local research to win you over be it knowing you favorite song, your types of colors and or what types of ways you like to be pursued based on how you react to situations they’ve seen you in. It’s all about observation for them. They aren’t impulsive despite mars being the co ruler! They do and will indulge in mind games no matter how evolved they are but the difference is the older ones no when to stop if they know it’s hurting you. They’ll be very protective and jealous over you and like Taurus they move very slow when trying to really commit and or express desire for someone! They’ll honestly be very confident around you but act like they hate you so you’ll never really know if they like you or hate you! I’ve noticed the more they act rude to you the more they like you and this is done because they need to have control over the situation and they feel as though admitting feelings for you puts them on the weaker end. Seductive sexually and very sweet.

Sagittarius venus(m/f)9th house: FUN AS HELL. Being the last fire sign they honestly are the most mature when it comes to expressing desire for someone and may be a bit more on the aloof side in the beginning! The theme here is “grandeur” so they’ll often hit you with the nomadic and independent aura seeming like nothing really fazes them including you! Similar to venus I’m aqua it’ll seem like you’re not even there but that’s apart of the dance you see! They tend to loop you for a game often trying to gauge your level of interest through your desire to reach out to them and also by seeing if you’re willing to be a bit more goofy or playful in order to get them! They’re often very caring towards their crushes and normally kind of heart if not a little childish with their games but for the most part they’ll do over the top gestures from random and swingle always be trying to have fun with you and the biggie here is if they associate having a good time with being around you.

Capricorn venus(m/f)10th house:somber! But I’ll say they can be sooooooooooooooooooooooo adorable when they like someone! Mainly because they take it seriously and due to them being a bit more of a serious character they don’t normally jump into relationships for fun-so they’ll likely keep their distance emotionally at first more on the quiet and patient side! They don’t really mind if you’re more impulsive but they usually wont speed up just because you want them too aha. They tend to be a bit gloom and doom when they’re flirting in the first stages and may lean towards self deprecating humor such as talking about how life is a terrible play or how roses aren’t always red but that aside they usually do this as a means to see if you’ll put up with their more stoic of moods. They are often very security orientated and will make sure they can provide that for you and if not they’ll likely push you away until they can. Much like Virgo venus they show you they care through actions and service! They do move really slow but it’s worth it.

Aquarius venus(m/f)11th house:the things is they are often really hard to read and this increases when they like you! Since Aquarius is ruled by Saturn and Uranus this can cause them to be erratic and serious when romantic feelings come in to play-so this can lead to paradoxical behavior on their part! So they’re either acting like you’re not their or in their heads a lot about it rather then physically! Mind you they tend to really be loving especially when they’re really like you but they can have a harder time expressing it then most due to the nature of Aquarius so they might try to be around you but also not look at your or show acknowledgement towards you whilst doing so. They also tend to show nervousness and start staying around their friends whenever you’re around when they like you as often they seek there friends out as a source of emotional comfort. It helps if you try to be their friends first as often when you come at them romantically first it scares them a bit and may cause them to shutdown until they are ready to jump into that.

Pisces venus(m/f)12th house:tends to be very vibrational! You’ll feel it similarly to Scorpio but it’ll feel much more atmospheric if anything. They pull a lot of disappearing acts normally and without warning but this is because they get overwhelmed by their feelings and need to gather themselves. They usually are very intimate and sentimental about it and will inform everyone else around them but the actual person themselves. They’ll be very very very shy and it’ll get worse the more they like you but it helps if you ease up with them. Normally I’d say they day dream about you a lot and you’ll be able to tell because they’ll start to look at you like you’re familiar to them as the days go by!

#ask #Venus crushes

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lumilasi · 6 years ago

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So...since Helias isn’t an apprentice character, and this random ship became more of a thing somehow, I figured I should write out the story of how they met and such a bit. Canon-storyline speaking, it’s gonna follow Asra’s route basically, as my friend’s Apprentice Lina appears in these and she’s mainly paired with Asra.

This was the hardest thing for me to write since ever, and you’ll learn why at the end as I’ll explain a bit more there.

Part 2: https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/175782057246/second-short-story-snippet-for-this-au-thingy-or

Part 3: https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/176583500291/part-3-of-the-ocsvesuvia-crossover-series

For now, hope you enjoy it:

The bar was buzzing as usual, perhaps even more so due to what was happening in the palace; some sort of visitor from another Kingdom or so. Julian wasn’t too sure about it, for he’d been rather preoccupied with his own thoughts when his sister had informed him of it, telling him to stay away from the palace grounds for now, given the security has been tightened due to this visit.

Downing his third (or fourth?) drink, Julian glances around, but saw no familiar faces ready to drag him out of the pub. It made sense, for Pasha was likely busy preparing for the guests, and Lina had agreed to help her.

It was such an unusual event; Vesuvia rarely had visitors of this caliber, at least the brunet had heard the term “Emperor” and “Empress” being thrown around. Someone had even spoken of some sort of magic, like there was something unusual of these rulers or so.

Julian couldn’t help himself; he’d been curious and gone against his sister’s advice, almost getting caught by the guards as a result, never catching even a glimpse about their mystery visitors.

He’d only narrowly escaped them by hiding in a barrel, then eventually dragging himself into the Rowdy Raven, smelling like whatever stinky substance had been in said barrel. The bartender was used to seeing him show up in such a state, so he’d said nothing, just helped him to tidy up and get him a drink.

“You oughta listen to others more; you’ll get killed at this rate.” The barista tells him with a scolding tone, and Julian shrugs, taking a long gulp from his drink.

“What can I say? With all the rumors going around I was curious.”

“Ever heard of the saying “curiosity killed the cat” boy?”

“Ah yes, but did the proverb not continue with “satisfaction brought it back?” Julian fires back with a cheeky smile and the bartender sighs, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath.

“You’re one troublesome young man, let me tell you.”

“Yes I get that a lot; always on the run, aren’t I?”

Julian lets out a laugh, taking another large gulp from his liquor. Suddenly, a presence appears nearby him and slips down to sit beside the brunet, and a soft, borderline musical voice – at least in Julian’s drunken mind – joins in on the conversation with an amused chuckle following it.

“My, it seems we have something in common.”

Julian lowers his drink to take a look at the person who’d sat down beside him, and his heart freezes for a second, before it starts beating faster. The stranger sitting beside him was easily amongst the most beautiful beings he’d ever seen, and it seemed several bar goers agreed, as few other heads had turned their way too. The bartender did not seem affected, though he was one of those people who’d seen a lot of things come and go in his bar, so an ethereal, pale skinned beauty was likely nothing new.

Although, now than Julian took a closer look, he noted the paleness did not look quite natural; almost if the stranger had gotten ill at some point, and was still recovering from it, thus his – at least based on the voice they were likely a male – skin tone was still a bit sickly pale.

“I hope you do not mind if I sit here?” The stranger chuckles and brushes through his hair, looking directly at Julian, who struggles for a moment to find his voice.

“Oh, not at all; I wouldn’t mind some company, especially from someone as stunning as you, my dear.” He brings his trademark smirk on his face, gesturing to the chair the newcomer was already sitting on. Then, he turns on the bartender and requests him to bring another drink – both for him and the mysterious person beside him.

“Ah, you’re offering me a drink too? How generous of you.” The stranger chuckles, and Julian shrugs at that. “Felt it would only be polite, given you seem to be new around here my dear.”

He then offers his hand in his usual dramatic fashion, and the pale visitor slips his delicate one onto his grip, allowing Julian to kiss it in a greeting.

“It is a pleasure to meet a new face around these places, even if I do wonder why such a being of grace would bother with these parts of the city.”

It was rather obvious that whoever they were, this white haired stranger was used to such gestures. In fact, his overall appearance spoke of a higher class than most patrons in Rowdy Raven. The smooth, silky white hair that looked well-kept, the high quality looking cloak he wore. Even the stranger’s mannerism reminded him of the Countess somewhat.

It indeed was bizarre as to why someone like him would be around here. Lots if folk in this tavern tended to be hiding, or on the run, but somehow, Julian questioned if this was the case with his companion.

The stranger chuckles as he brings his hand back, sipping the drink the bartender had brought him. It was noticeably in a cleaner glass than majority of the drinks given around there, and had a sweeter scent, indicating it wasn’t as strong as the Salty Bitter Julian had.

“Oh, I like to wander around when I visit new pastures. My curiosity is endless after all.”

The auburn haired male hums; so his thoughts were on to something. In all likeness they were not running from anyone or anything, though one could not be too sure. For all he knew, his companion could simply be lying, hiding his true motives behind the veil of lies like most folk around here did.

“Still, these areas are rather rowdy as the name of this tavern suggests; I’d be more careful about where my feet take me.” The brunet holds up a scolding finger, waving it like one would to a misbehaving child.

The stranger laughs a bit at that, giving him a coy smile that had the Julian’s heart skipping a beat. It reminded him of Asra a tiny bit, though it had a more light-hearted tone to it, like his companion was not doing it to purposefully bother him, but just acted slightly flirty naturally.

”You’d be surprised how many times I hear that warning; trust me despite my appearance, I am perfectly capable of handling myself” the stranger tells him with a wink, making Julian second-guess his initial impression of the seemingly delicate being beside him.

”Ah, should I perhaps be worried for my safety, then?” Julian asks jestingly, though keeps a close eye on the person beside him, who was sipping his drink now. He did not seem particularly bothered by the taste, but the same time drank much slower than normal patrons would, though it may have been a question of one’s personal manners than their like or dislike for the drink in question.

“That is rather amusing, coming from you, given what I heard from your dear sister, Doctor.”

His eye widens in surprise, and Julian tenses visibly, examining his companion more closely. He tries to keep up the facade of calm friendliness however, even if his heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Ah, Whatever sister you may be speaking of? You may have mistaken me for someone else I’m afraid my dear.”

The green eyes flashed with amusement, and Julian shifts nervously, feeling that the stranger was calling his bluff. Who was this person exactly, and what did he want from him?

“Red hair held high up, strong-willed, rather short, referred to as Portia. Are you certain you do not know of her, Doctor?”

Julian feels a cold sweat travel down his spine; his companion did not seem dangerous by any means, but the fact he seemed to know who he was, it was alarming. How would he know about Pasha in the first place? How did they know they were related?

As if sensing his plight, the pale figure hums and offers him a softer smile.

“No need to be alarmed, Doctor. I am merely here to see the famed man myself, for your sister spoke quite a bit about you.”

His words sounded genuine enough, but one could never be too sure. Pasha would not talk about him to any stranger she met, so how had this stranger gotten this information?

Nervous, Julian takes a gulp from his drink, wondering if he should sprint or not. There were no guards nearby, and his raven had not come to warn him, but one could never be too certain in this day and age.

“Your sister mentioned you in a discussion with the mage apprentice I happened to overhear, and so I became curious. She mentioned this place in her, shall I say passionately displeased speech, and once I saw you here, I couldn’t help myself but to take a closer look.”

The stranger adds all of a sudden, leaning against his palm.

Ah, that explained his strange knowledge of this, but it didn’t do much to ease his racing heart. The fact this person was purely there to see him....well it could mean multitude of things.

”Well, in that case, now that you’ve found me, may I inquire what is it that you plan to do? I might make myself scarce depending on the answer.” He informs his pale companion with an outward grin, inwardly mapping out his escape route already just in case.

It’d be a shame really, he’d never seen anyone like this before, but, well, beggars cannot be choosers.

”Well, right now my plan is to enjoy my drink, and it would be unfortunate if you decided to leave so suddenly, given you even offered this for me.” He nods the glass towards Julian, who recalls that yes, he had in fact offered to pay for that one. Perhaps he’d indeed drank too much.

”Yes, that would be rather rude of me, but I quite dislike the decor of the palace dungeons, I’d rather not go there.” Julian shrugs, brushing trough his hair with a smirk.

”Would be a waste of my good looks and skill to be stuck in there. I’ve also heard hanging is quite unpleasant.”

”I didn’t take you for a necromancer, Doctor.” His companion chuckles, genuine amusement in his tone. Heavens it was a nice sound, but he really could not sit around if this stranger was intending to trick him into an arrest, or was stalling him for the guards.

Suddenly, a pale hand reaches for his, delicate fingers gently grasping his free gloved hand resting on the table. He couldn’t really feel the touch and almost felt miffed about it, though he was also alarmed by the sudden physical contact.

”Really, calm yourself. I am not here to arrest you, or help someone do so. I am purely here out of my own curiosity as I stated.” His tone was gentle, and the green eyes were locked with his, almost a melancholic smile dancing on the pale lips now.

”I don’t blame you for being wary, any man or woman would in your situation. I suppose me bringing up your sister may have been a bit too straightforward, so I must apologize for that. I can be a bit...let’s say I may have hard time with certain social cues at times.”

For a moment Julian just sort of gazes at the hand lightly resting on top of his, noting the strange, undeniably magical glow emitting from the blue markings on it. As he looks up, the green eyes were examining him again, as if gouging out his reaction, seeing whenever he believed his words or not.

”I find it rather...difficult to believe one would be comfortable sitting in the same table with a wanted murderer.” Julian points out with an expressive lift eyebrow, testing the waters. His companion wasn’t phased one bit, rather just examined him like he was the most intriguing thing they’d seen in a while.

”I find it difficult to believe you are one. I don’t sense a shred of malice from you, only slight unease which I must assume is my doing, and I apologize for that again.”

The brunet was taken aback by those words, the sincerity shining trough from the apologetic voice. Sure, he had his own doubts about his guilt, but the only other people who’d ever questioned it -as far as he knew - were Lina and Pasha. Having a complete stranger agree with them, it was something to think about.

Julian glances around and notes that his raven was still nesting on the usual spot, watcing them but clearly relaxed. Surely it would have made a noise already if he was in any danger, so the doctor relaxes slowly, dread replaced by slight curiosity.

“Ah, but I believe you haven’t given me your name yet, my dear? I’d be curious to learn what it is, for I don’t often meet people like you.”

The green eyes examine him quietly for a long time, an amused glint hidden beneath the serene look. Whoever Julian was speaking with, they could not be human, he was certain of it. No human held such radiance, although the Countess came very close.

No average human had glowing marks in their body either. If they did, it usually meant something. Bad, in his case.

“Helias. My name is Helias.”

Helias? That name sounded familiar, but the brunet could not quite recall where he’d heard it before.

“Well then Helias; was it only your curiosity about me that attracted you to this humble tavern, or was there another reason for this little adventure?” Julian questions him, gesturing around the dimly lit pub and its inhabitants.

He still needed to make sure.

Helias brushes his hair, every single movement he made somehow fluid, like he was made of liquid instead of solid flesh and bone. It was enticing to look at, even if a bit unnerving as it spoke of magic of some sort.

”The palace is...lovely but quite boring eventually. I needed to get out to see what else Vesuvia has to offer, and by chance came upon this tavern I overheard dear Portia mention, and decided to see if you were here out of curiosity.”

Helias explains with a slight shrug, brushing trough his hair with a sigh, gazing aside for a moment.

”My sister wouldn’t allow me to go on my own in these parts, so I slipped out in secret, I do not need my guardians breathing on my neck constantly.”

The clear displeasure in his voice indicated this was a common issue, and Julian couldn’t stop but lift an eyebrow at the mention of guardians. So Helias had to be of someone higher status.

”I suppose I must thank you for choosing coming here by yourself; I am not fond of any sort of guards.” Julian remarks with a grin, and Helias actually laughs at that, though his voice still remained quiet, as if to not attract any more attention to them than what his unusual appearance likely already did.

”Still, I am rather curious on why exactly you seem to attract so much trouble, at least based on Portia’s description of you. Any other person would likely keep hiding when they were accused of a crime, yet you keep lingering about, almost getting caught if anything what I heard is true.”

Helias questions him all of a sudden with a clear curiosity coloring his voice, taking another sip from his drink, keeping the green eyes trained onto the slightly flustered brunet. He swallows his nervousness down quickly however

”Oh, Drama is my passion so to say; it follows me wherever I go. You could almost say I am married to trouble itself.” Julian declares, gaining another amused chuckle from his companion. It was not malicious by any means, but rather it was clear Helias found his dramatics entertaining, which had been his aim really. He loved to entertain people after all. Flashing him his trademark grin, Julian lifts his mug higher as if to toast for something.

”Life would be boring without any sort of hardships, hence I’ve accepted my fate that the world has given me.”

”Your sister may have referred to this ’fate’ of yours as ’tendency to be overdramatic and look for trouble on purpose’ as she put it. ” Helias comments amused, tilting his head as he examined the Doctor’s face, who’d faltered a bit upon the mention of his sister again. He really didn’t mean to worry her so much, it just sort of happened.

He was also a bit concerned that somebody had been able to eavesdrop into her conversation so easily. Pasha if anyone should know the Palace had ears everywhere.

”No need to look so mortified doctor; I am fairly certain the only unnoticed presence nearby those two was me, and I can be difficult to spot if I choose so.” The pale figure chuckles upon noticing the concerned change in his expression, and winks at Julian, who coughs and attempts to hide his flustered expression again behind his mug.

Was he really that easy to read? Or did Helias use some sort of magic to read his thoughts?

”Are you feeling well? You seem a little uneasy. Perhaps the Doctor needs a doctor.”

Julian coughs and straightens himself, bringing that usual grin back on his face, though it was hard to not blush when he looked back at Helias, whose green eyes examined him with a playful look in them.

”Oh I am perfectly capable of handling myself, do not worry about me my dear.”

He dismisses the concern with a wave of his hand, noting that his mug was now empty. His head was buzzing rather lot already, but Julian figured he could still have at least one more.

”Tell me, how did you come to meet my beloved sister, Helias? Did you see her in the palace or just run into her on the streets? How were you able to deduce that I...well, that I’m the one she spoke of.” Julian asks while the bartender fills his mug again, glancing at his companion nervously.

That was the one question Helias hadn’t exactly answered yet.

How he’d been able to tell who he was? The brunet sincerely doubted Pasha would have babbled out his appearance during a rant of hers.

”In the palace. She was bringing us tea alongside the mage apprentice. As for your second question...” Helias flashes him a slight amused smile and leans his head against his palm.

”You and your sister have highly similar auras. All siblings tend to have. I have the ability to sense them, like most beings familiar with magic.”

Ahh, so, magic. He was half expecting that answer. Julian lets out a slow sigh, knowing asking more detail on that would just confuse him; he did not understand magic very well after all.

”To be fair, I heard her rant on the streets I was wandering; apparently her and the apprentice are looking for you.”

Julian almost spats his drink, then glances around, half expecting to see a very angry and concerned Pasha storming his way. So she must've heard of his venture into the palace and how he’d escaped narrowly.

”I cannot say I blame her for worrying; crashing trough that window must’ve hurt quite a bit.” Helias comments with amusement coloring his voice, and Julian looks up at him surprised.

”You...saw me escaping?”

Helias lets out another, quiet laugh, and the smile aimed at him was so filled with strangely fond amusement that the brunet couldn’t help the blush spreading on his face. He had not seen anyone looking at him like that in ages, aside from his sister.

”I did. Granted I only caught a glimpse, a patch of your auburn hair, but I must say you left quite an impression.”

”Well I am glad to entertain you my dear.” Julian declares with a dramatic bow, giving him his trademark grin again. His companion’s smile never falters, and now when he thought about it, it had always been there since he first lied his eyes upon the pale figure, just changing its intensity and meaning.

None of which had been malicious.

”Why yes, you sound like a highly entertaining person, Doctor, and I would not mind you entertaining me some more in the future.” He comments with a wink, blooming quite the flush on Julian’s face, who coughs and hides his face behind his hand briefly as if politely hiding his coughing fit, averting his gaze.

”Ah, but I suppose it would be selfish of me to wish to endanger you like that. Even as an Emperor, I doubt I’d have much say in the matters relating to your case without any sufficient proof of innocence.”

Julian was about to comment on how he had people working on that, when a particular word registers in his mind.

”...Emperor?” He blinks, wondering if he heard correctly.

”Oh, I thought you’d figured it out by now.”

For a moment, Julian just gazes at him confused, and another amused smile spreads across Helias’ face as he leans closer, so close the brunet could feel his soft breath brush over his skin.

”I am one of the royal twins.The Emperor Helias of Mirthas. It has truly been a pleasure to meet you.”

Julian feels his brain freeze, and for a moment, all he could do was gape at his companion, who shifts back with a childlike snicker, winking at him.

”It’s a secret though, so don’t tell anyone; I am not supposed to be around here.” Rather pointless statement given how much he stood out naturally, but likely Helias knew this already.

Julian splutters out for a bit, trying to find his voice; this was certainly not the kind of turn he’d been expecting from his evening. Finally, he manages to get his flustered state under control, and coughs, giving him a charming smile.

”Why of course! I should’ve known someone as stunning as you couldn’t be anybody else, Sire. I heard rumors of the stunning beauty of one of the twins, as well as about the fiercity of the other.”

”Oh Gwendolyn is fierce indeed; Even the strongest of warriors tend to tremble under her scowl. Well, everyone except a certain mage I know.” Helias chuckles, sipping his drink again.

Julian takes a quiet moment to process that yes, he was indeed sharing a drink with a royalty, a gorgeous royalty who seemed to enjoy his company.

His stomach was doing flips, and the fast beat against his ribcage didn't help. This time it wasn't out of fear for his safety though, at least not like before.

Having someone try and trick him into getting caught was one thing, dragging a royalty into his mess by accident was another.

Just as he was about to say something, Julian spots a familiar red haired figure heading his way, and a second later, strong hand grasps his ear and tugs on it hard enough to pull him off his chair.

”Ilya! I told you not to come to the palace today! What if you’d been caught?!”

Pasha scolds him loudly, still tugging from his ear so painfully the brunet wondered if it would come off. Beside her, a slightly concerned Lina watched the two siblings with an awkward expression. Then, her eyes hit on the figure beside them, and her eyes widen.

”Ah! Sire Helias, why are you here? Your sister was so concerned!”

Helias just chuckles and sips down rest of his drink, before slipping down from his seat fluidly like rest of his motions. That is when Julian notices that he was barefoot.

Why on earth would somebody walk barefoot on these streets?

He could get injured by a rustly nail piercing his soles or be bitten by the rats. He must’ve mumbled out his concerns out loud, as Helias chuckles amused and steps closer, gently shooing Portia off him briefly.

The redhead woman looks at him a little stunned, likely wondering the same thing as Lina, but does so nevertheless out of politeness, still giving her brother the stink eye. She hoped that Ilya had not gone and upset the Emperor somehow, though it didn’t seem to be the case given how calm Helias appeared. Then again, from what she’d gathered during the day, he was always pleasant like this. Even if it didn’t necessarily reflect his actual mood.

”I appreciate the concern, but my kindred are highly resistant to most diseases and injuries of human kindred.” He lifts his hand to gently brush the reddened ear Portia had been holding, causing a maddening redness spread across Julian’s cheeks.

The touch was so incredibly soft he wasn’t sure if he actually felt it at all. His sister was watching them keenly, deep worried frown on her face; it did not seem like Ilya was in trouble right now, but, you never knew with him. It’d be a miracle for him not to be.

”It was a pleasure meeting you, Julian. I do hope though...”

He steps back and turns to head out of the bar, glancing at him over his shoulder with that same soft amusement that had never left his features during this whole meeting.

”.....That next time when you sneak in the palace, you don’t rush out trough a window.”

Julian coughs and rubs his head, giving him a sheepish smile.

”I would use the door My lord, but, the guards won’t let me as you can likely imagine.”

Helias just hums amused, before turning to look at Lina, questioning whenever they’d lead him back to the palace.

”Of course sire! Please follow me.”

Lina glances at Portia, who just nods, telling her to go on ahead. She keeps looking at Helias, as if trying to deduce whenever her brother would be in trouble or not. As if sensing her thoughts as well, Helias gives her a reasuring smile.

”Let’s keep this adventure a secret shall we? I wouldn’t want to worry my sister, and I believe your dear brother has reasons to keep quiet as well.”

After a moment of silence, Portia nods, seemingly relieved,

”I’ll take care of my stupid brother. Bring His Majesty back to the palace, will you Lina?” She states while giving Julian another look that spoke of a long rant and more ear-pulling. Nothing he wasn’t used to.

The only thing unusual from times before was the long haired, glowing figure that kept lingering in his thoughts.

He wasn’t entirely sure on what to think about this encounter.

So. My issue writing this - why this took me three days when normally writing something this short takes only a few hours - is because Julian isn’t a typical character I write about. Normally I write about quieter troubled ones, aggressive asshats, etc.

Dramatic Cinnamon Rolls aren’t my specialty, so I had to ask help from my friend so she could proof-read this and make sure the story is as IC as possible for Julian.

This is only really a first one, I’m planning on fleshing this out more as I don’t really care about making random shipping with no story behind it.

I LIKE writing stories after all.

Lina (C) @mad-hatter-rici

Helias (C) Me

Julian and Pasha (C) Nix Hydra

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steven-grandpa-rogers · 7 years ago

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Dare

summary:

a game of truth or dare and a night with the team ends in tony’s bedroom

pairing: tony stark x reader

word count: 3k

request: here

warnings: smut, semi-public teasing/make out session (semi-public being in front of the rest of the team), virgin!reader, probably ill-advised games of truth or dare

a/n: sorry this took so long to get out! good old writer’s block hit me like a freight train and i kind of had to force myself to finish it. hopefully you enjoy it and thanks for sticking with me!

Bucky returned to his spot on the floor, beet red with embarrassment but still grinning like a fool. Your face was warm with laughter; the image of him giving Natasha a lap dance, or Clint looking like a cat in a bathtub as he watched, wouldn’t soon be forgotten by any of you. You were still smiling when Nat’s eyes fell on you and she grinned, something almost feral that made your stomach do a backflip. “Y/N,” she announced, turning everyone’s attention to you. You squirmed impatiently in your spot between Wanda and Scott on the ground. “Truth or dare?”

Your eyes widened. You hadn’t been picked yet and you’d been hoping to keep it that way, but clearly Nat had other plans. “Um. Truth,” you decided. Sam groaned, something he did every time anyone picked truth. You had a feeling it was because he enjoyed watching his teammates make fools of themselves, but that was only a hunch.

“Alright,” Natasha thought for a moment, and then the smile returned. “What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?”

There were some hoots and whistles from around the circle, and you found yourself glancing over to where Tony was sprawled out on the couch, watching you intently. You were even redder than Bucky had been in an instant, picking dejectedly at the label of your beer bottle as you gave your answer. “Oh, I haven’t… I’m - well, it’s just…” you fell silently lamely, eyes set firmly on the ground.

“Wait,” Sam piped up, drawing some of the attention away from you. “You’re a virgin?”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. Silence fell around the circle. You sort of felt like you could cry. You looked up at Nat, who was staring back at you apologetically. You offered a small shrug, trying to let her know it wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t have known.

“Alright, well,” Steve said, breaking the silence abruptly. “I’ll go next. Clint, truth or dare?”

You sighed with relief as the game picked up again and everyone moved past the small incident, until it made its way to Sam and he set his eyes on you. “Y/N,” he called, dragging you back into the present. You sunk backwards into yourself, not wanting a repeat of your last turn. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” you decided, figuring there was no way this could be more embarrassing than Bucky giving Nat a lap dance or Steve and Clint kissing each other full on the lips. At least it wouldn’t involve you giving up another awkward truth about yourself.

Sam smirked, his eyes flickering around the circle before they landed on Tony. You raised your eyebrows. He wouldn’t dare.

Everyone knew you and Tony had sort of a history. Nothing had ever really happened, but anytime the two of you were alone there was enough sexual tension to smother anyone within a ten mile radius. Not to mention, Tony was naturally a flirt and the two of you had the tendency to banter back and forth until you were running back to your rooms and trying to think of anything but each other.

In short, Sam forcing you to do anything with Tony would, at this point, be plain cruel.

“I dare you to do anything Tony wants for five minutes.”

A loud ‘ooooh’ rippled around the circle. Nat grinned into her margarita, Wanda slapped you lightly on the shoulder, and Clint chuckled loudly, muttering something along the lines of ‘this oughta be good.’

You and Tony made eye contact and your breath caught in your throat. Tony raised an eyebrow at you, a silent question, and you nodded almost imperceptibly. “Come here,” Tony spoke. The tone of his voice sent a chill through you.

You rose on shaky legs and walked over to him, standing in between his legs. He raked his eyes over you and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. “Get on your knees.”

Letting out a huff of air, you sunk to your knees in front of him. Just to tease him, you looked up at him through your eyelashes and placed your hands on his thighs, digging your fingers into the muscles there. He smirked and leaned down, his hand finding its way into your hair. He stopped just before he reached your lips, obviously leaving you to close the gap yourself.

You did, eagerly, pushing up on your knees slightly to meet him in the middle. You were dimly aware of everyone in the background, but it wasn’t until someone let out a loud whistle that you really realized they were there, watching you. The thought might have, and probably should have, disgusted you. But if anything, it only served to spur you on more.

You tilted your head and deepened the kiss, running your tongue eagerly along his bottom lip. He grinned and pulled back, his hand tightening in your hair. “I’m in charge here, silly girl,” he murmured, the deep growl of his voice sending a jolt of heat right to your core. You let out what must have been an absolutely pathetic whimper, trying to move forward toward him but feeling his hand in your hair pulling you back. Someone, Steve, you thought, choked out a sputtering sound and then you heard footsteps retreating into the kitchen. You realized after a beat that the sputtering sound was him saying ‘I’m getting a drink.’

Tony smirked and brought his other hand to the back of your neck, squeezing just slightly. “What do you think, uncomfortable or turned on?” He asked, and you realized he was referring to Steve.

“Both,” you gasped out, your fingers curling to clutch at Tony’s pants.

He quirked an eyebrow and then his smirk grew, his eyes darkening. “Do you like it when they watch?”

You nodded helplessly. “Tony, please,” you murmured, and you heard Nat choke on her drink. You couldn’t bring yourself to care. The hand on your neck moved and you whined at the loss, until you felt it take your hand and guide it to the bulge in his pants.

“Feel what you do to me?” He growled. “Every goddamn time I see you, I swear it’s like I’m a teenager again. Swear to God you could get me off with your voice alone.”

You turned your head in his grip to press small kisses up his wrist and on his palm, eyeing him out of the corner of your eyes. You saw his lips part, his eyebrows furrow, his eyelids droop with lust. You felt his grip on your hair loosen and brought your free hand up to take his wrist. You pulled his hand down so that his thumb was resting on your lips and darted your tongue over it, looking him straight in the eye and revelling in the way his breath quickened at the sight of it.

Just as you thought he might pull you onto the couch and rip your clothes off there and then, you heard Sam clear his throat, effectively breaking the two of you apart. “Five minutes are up, guys,” he said, and when you craned your head to survey the room, the sight made your heart rate pick up even more. Steve was nowhere to be seen, but Bucky was staring at you with poorly concealed lust in his eyes. Clint was staring at the ground, very focused on a stray thread on his jeans. Wanda and Nat were grinning at you, and Scott had looked away as if in shame. Sam was flushed, his lips parted slightly, and you smiled at him.

“Just completing the dare,” you said with a shrug, to which Sam let out a soft huff of air.

You felt Tony shift behind you and turned back to see him standing above you. He offered his hand and helped you to your feet. Once you were standing, he wrapped an arm firmly around your waist. “We’ll be in my room,” he announced, “if you need anything, it can wait until morning.”

With that, he led you off to the elevator. As he hit the button to go up, he turned to you and looked at you critically. “Is this okay? I know I didn’t ask, but Barnes was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive.”

You grinned, nodding and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “It’s fine.”

Tony nodded and led you to his room in silence, his hand never leaving your waist all the while. Once he had the door closed behind him, he turned to you and pulled you in for a soft kiss, much gentler than he had been in the living room. Now, he allowed it to progress farther, and didn’t stop you when you sought access to his mouth. Quite the contrary, your tongues met, warm and wet and exploring, and you felt his free hand come up to rest on your cheek.

The hand on your waist made its way up to the zipper of your dress, teasing slightly before he pulled it down, allowing the garment to pool around your ankles. He pulled back from the kiss and settled his hands on your waist, leading you backwards to the bed. Once you had settled onto it, he tugged his shirt off and joined you, pressing his lips to yours once again.

You gasped softly as he began moving down your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses over your throat and collarbones. Your skin was alight with new sensations and your breath was coming out in uneven gasps, and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. You felt his arms snake around you to unclasp your bra and arched up off the bed, shivering at the feeling as he tossed the bra aside and exposed your breasts to the cool air.

He pulled back to look at you, putting his weight into one hand and bringing the other to cup your right breast. You moaned at the sensation, your head tipping back with the sensation. “Sensitive,” you heard Tony murmur, “interesting.”

You chuckled and met his eyes again, quirking an eyebrow at him. “Are you analyzing me, Stark?”

Tony shook his head, smiling wolfishly down at you. He leaned in to kiss you again, running his thumb over your nipple as he did so. You gasped, your right hand curling into his hair and your left gripping at his shoulder. “Relax,” he murmured, pressing one more chaste kiss to your lips before he made his way back down to your chest.

He met your eyes as his tongue poked out and circled your nipple, drawing a long groan from you. You cried out as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. He worked at your breasts for a few minutes before pulling away and kissing down your stomach, leaving love bites and hickeys in his wake.

As he reached your panties you felt your breath quicken, staring down at him with hooded eyes. He looked up at you through his eyelashes as he hooked his fingers in the waistline and began pulling them off of your legs. Once they had been discarded over his shoulder, Tony returned his attention to you. He ghosted his fingertips down your thighs until he reached your knees, pushing slightly to encourage you to spread your legs. You did so, trying to relax as you did so.

“Holy shit,” you heard Tony mumble, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at how wrecked he sounded. You watched as he leaned forward on his elbows and pressed gentle kisses to your thighs, drawing small whines of pleasure and wanting from your mouth. You squirmed underneath him, whimpering pitifully as he working his way to your dripping core.

You cried out and jolted upright off the bed as he finally ran his tongue along your slit. He groaned at the taste as your hands flew to his hair, disrupting the perfectly gelled strands and causing them to fall messily over his face. You moaned loudly, your head falling back at the new sensations. Of course, you had masturbated before, but that paled in comparison to the way Tony was circling your clit with his tongue and teasing a finger at your entrance.

Tony spent a minute or two teasing you before he got to work preparing you to take him. His tongue flicked at your clit as he sunk a finger inside of you, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion before he began fucking you with it, twisting it inside of you and causing an endless string of moans to fall from your lips.

You felt another finger slide into your entrance and whined as he scissored them experimentally, though the whine turned into a loud cry as he crooked his fingers up and, after a few seconds of searching, hit your g-spot perfectly. You could feel him smirking against your cunt as you moaned and writhed against him. “One more, baby,” he said, and though your brain felt like soup at the moment, you realized he was referring to his fingers; one more, and then he’d fuck you.

The third finger was added slowly, sinking carefully into you and giving you plenty of time to adjust. This stretch caused a slight burn; usually, two fingers got you off, so you hadn’t really bothered to go with any more than that. Being an Avenger generally took precedence over masturbation, anyway.

Finally, as Tony began gently fucking those three fingers in and out of you, you felt the burn dissipate, chased quickly away by intense pleasure. He stretched them inside of you and twisted them to hit your g-spot occasionally, until a few minutes had passed and he pulled them out completely and came up to press a hard kiss to your lips.

You let out a frustrated sound as he pulled away, your chest heaving with adrenaline and lust. He shifted his weight onto one elbow and reached down to pull his wallet out of his pocket, fishing around in it until he found what he was looking for and tossed a condom on the bed beside you. His wallet hit the floor with a soft thud, followed closely by his jeans.

Tony went to remove his boxers, but stopped when you snaked your hand between your bodies. You weren’t exactly sure what you were doing, but you’d seen enough porn that you were confident you could figure it out.

Your hand found its way into his boxers, fingers brushing against his straining cock. As your hand bumped the head of his dick, Tony’s forehead fell against your shoulder and you heard him let out a soft hissing sound, hips stuttering forward into you. Feeling encouraged, you wrapped your fingers more firmly around his cock and swiped your thumb over the head, gathering the wetness there. Slowly but surely, you began moving your hand up and down, twisting your wrist and running your thumb over the tip on occasion. You were exploring mostly, trying to see what got a reaction.

Turns out, everything got a reaction. Tony groaned against you no matter what you did, his hips bucking into your hand every so often. He nosed at your neck, leaving hickeys and bruises as you worked.

After you had kept at it for some time, Tony’s hand came to grab at your wrist. You stopped, worried you had upset him. “What? You asked, face creased in a frown. “Did I do something wrong?”

Tony chuckled and pressed another kiss to your lips, short but reassuring. “No, baby, you’re doing perfectly. I just… if you keep doing that, I’ll come, and I wanna be inside you.”

“Oh,” you replied, smiling slightly at the knowledge of the effect you had on him. He nodded and reached over to tear open the condom as you pulled your hand away. You settled back on the bed, knowing this would probably hurt to some degree.

He breathed for a few seconds, obviously trying to calm down so he wouldn’t come early, and then discarded his boxers and rolled the condom over his cock. Once he had it on, he lined himself up with your entrance and began carefully pushing in. You grimaced at the unfamiliar stretch and burn, but were surprised to find it didn’t hurt nearly as much as you thought it might. You supposed his preparation beforehand paid off.

For a minute or so, Tony stayed still within you, grinding his hips experimentally into yours. “Fuck,” you gasped, biting your lip as he pulled out of you just slightly before pushing back in.

He continued doing that until you were both moaning continuously and moving together, hips rolling into each other at a fast pace. Soon, your head was thrown back, lips parted in rapturous pleasure. Tony reached between you to circle his fingers around your clit. You arched your back into him, hand flying into his hair as his lips found your neck.

Slowly but surely, you felt the coil in your belly tightening. You tugged Tony up to crash your lips together as your orgasm overtook you, whining lowly into the kiss at such intense pleasure. Tony fucked you through it as your cunt spasmed around him, and then began working at his own orgasm.

It only took another minute or two before Tony was groaning out obscenities into your neck, his hips snapping against yours one last time as he finally reached his peak.

You stayed together like that for some time, panting against each other, bodies melded together with sweat. Once you had come back to yourselves, Tony gripped the base of the condom and pulled out. He tied it shut and made his way into his bathroom to dispose of it, leaving you alone on the bed.

You stretched out and let out a contented sigh, drifting through your post-orgasmic haze. By the time Tony returned, you were half-asleep.

Without a word, Tony flicked the light off and crawled into bed with you. He wrapped you up in his arms and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder as, feeling fulfilled and safe, you allowed yourself to be pulled into sleep.

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