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aspenflower17 · 4 years ago

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Finding You (Part 18 of ??)

Hey everyone! I 'm probably going to get the rest of this chapter out... Friday? My brain just won’t focus today and I wanted to get something out today :)

If you are new here and want to read from the beginning, here is the link for Part One. I also have links to all the parts on my Masterlist, which is pinned to the top of my page :)

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Satan/F!Mc

Word Count: 3,172

TW: angst

“I have just done the impossible,” Mc announced, feeling very satisfied.

“Huh?” Satan asked, blinking as he put his book down.

Mc sighed, and flopped on him dramatically, “I just went to petition for our son to stay from the evil overlord, and you couldn’t even greet me for my victorious return?”

“I’m sorry, but you’ll never guess what just happened in… Wait… He agreed to it?!”

Mc beamed up at him, holding a paper, “He just asks that you sign this to lay some ground rules down.”

“I knew he’d do something like this,” Satan huffed, folding his arms, “It’s like he doesn’t trust me.”

“Well, not to play devil’s advocate,” Mc laughed a bit at the expression, “But you did fill the house with cats last time you were allowed to have one. I can understand his… reservations on the subject.”

Satan frowned, looking away from her, “So, even you agree with him?”

“Well, obviously not about everything. Otherwise I wouldn’t be trying to make him let us keep Leo. I can sympathize with not wanting your house overrun with animals. Especially when you’ve already got so many trouble makers already in the house… Am I wrong?” she asked at his frown.

Satan sighed, “I guess not.”

“Just think of it this way. If you can prove to Lucifer you can be responsible and take care of Leo, you might be allowed to keep another cat down the road.”

“You need to stop making such good points Mc,” Satan huffed a laugh, his irritation gone.

“Hmmm… I think I need to continue to make great points actually. Okay, while you look over the contract to make sure Lucifer doesn’t have something up his sleeve, I’m going to go tell Leo the good news.”

“He was upstairs last time I checked,” Satan called over his shoulder as Mc went off in search of the cat. She took the stairs two at a time, having gotten used to climbing them since Leo came into their life. Coming to the top, her eyes scanned the area for him, “Leo! Leo, where are you?”

A small meow announced the presence of said cat, coming out of nowhere, as usual. He started twining between Mc’s legs, looking up every once in a while to meow at her. Once she stopped, Mc laughed, picking him up. He adjusted his paws until he was hugging her as usual, purring the whole time, “Oh baby boy, did you miss me? I know I missed you. But, you’ll never guess! Lucifer said you could stay. Daddy’s looking over the rules right now to make sure they’re acceptable, but after that you’ll be able to stay here! No more roaming the streets in search of your next meal, though you’ll be allowed out obviously. You just have to promise you’ll come back,” Mc started scratching between his shoulder blades, eliciting an even louder purr, “Oh, it’s been awhile since I had a cat. I forgot how soothing purring is,” then whispering conspiratorially, “You’ll be so good for Satan. Speaking of which, let's go downstairs and see him.”

Satan was frowning slightly at the document, his reading glasses having materialized out of nowhere. Mc was sure he didn’t actually need them, seeing as how he was a near immortal being, and suspected he only used them as a tool for intense studying, but she was never going to complain. He looked so good with them on. She shifted Leo to one arm, and took out her phone to snap a photo of Satan. She loved that they had a relationship where they could just snap photos of each other without the other thinking it was weird.

Satan looked up at the camera sound, and reached for his polaroid, “Say cheese.”

Mc laughed, posing with Leo. The photo soon emerged, and Satan smiled as he watched the photo start emerging, “Another one for the drawer.”

“So, what’s the verdict?” Mc asked, coming closer to stand next to Satan. Leo wiggled a bit, so she put him in Satan’s lap, where he circled a couple times before curling into a ball.

“It seems… reasonable enough at first glance. I’ll have to go over it in more detail later, but I think you did it.”

Mc grinned and threw her arms over the back of Satan’s chair, giving him a hug from behind, “I’m so glad. Not only does Leo get a home, now you have someone to keep you company while I’m back at home.”

Satan’s hands grabbed her arms, pulling them even tighter to himself, “Do you really have to go?”

“I’ll be back before you know it,” she smiled, kissing the top of his head, “I could never stay away from you for too long. Plus, I need to make sure to keep Diavolo happy. Otherwise I won’t be able to return at all.”

“I should petition him to let me go with you.”

“You have a job to do down here, Darling. Plus, I don’t want to see what would happen if you got stuck in rush hour traffic. I think you might be able to come visit me though.”

Satan sighed, kissing Mc’s hand, “Only if Lucifer allowed it.”

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll be able to convince him,” Mc smiled, moving down to kiss Satan’s cheek, his soft hair tickling her nose.

He turned his head, eyes soft, a little smile gracing his lips, “Just don’t stay away for too long.”

“I promise,” Mc smiled, looking straight into the eyes.

Mc awoke a bit abruptly, though it wasn’t unpleasant. That was until a wave of loneliness suddenly crashed down, causing her eyes to open, though they were reluctant. The soft light in the room allowed her eyes to adjust rather quickly, revealing the demon she’d been dreaming about, “Mnh, Satan?” He was standing closer to her than she would’ve expected. She extended her arm, to grab at his hand, “Is that you?”

“It is,” he answered softly, accepting her hand in his. The loneliness instantly disappeared, “Did you have a bad dream?”

Mc relaxed instantly, “Mmmm… No. It was a really nice dream actually.”

“I’m sorry you had to wake up then.”

“Mmmm, is okay. It’s nice to wake up and have you here,” she answered truthfully, sleep turning her filter off.

Satan’s eyes went wide, and his grip on her hand tightened and then went rigid, “Really?”

“Mmmhmm,” she answered, closing her eyes.

“Hey. You probably shouldn’t fall asleep again. It’s getting kind of late and you still need to get back to the castle.”

“I can’t just stay here?” Mc asked, yawning loudly, “I don’t want to go back. I like it here.”

”I’m afraid not. I don’t think Luke or Michael would like that very much.”

“... I guess you’re right,” Mc sighed, forcing herself to sit up. The blanket on her body fell down, and she frowned at it, her sleep addled brain trying to think, “Did I grab a blanket?”

“Oh, that was me. I know my room can get pretty chilly so I wanted to make sure you weren’t too cold.”

Mc blinked at the kindness, her brain clearing, “Oh my… I fell asleep. I’m so sorry! I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I promise it’s not because it was boring or anything. It was really lovely actually. I hope-”

“Hey, hey. Please don’t worry yourself Mc. I feel honored you trust me enough to fall asleep in my presence,” he smiled kindly.

Mc felt her cheeks grow warm, and looked down, “Still. It’s rude to fall asleep when spending time with someone.”

Satan chuckled and squoze her hand, “You can fall asleep around me if you’d like. You really don’t have to worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. If I’d had a problem with it I would have woken you up earlier.”

“Ah, I suppose you’re right. Thank you for understanding.”

“Of course Mc,” Satan smiled again, and Mc felt her heart jolt a bit, “We should probably get you back to the castle soon.”

“R-Right.”

Mc sat at her desk, writing in the notebook usually reserved for her art ideas. She’d need to get a new one soon, but this would have to do for now. Now that she’d had time to think everything through, she was starting to piece something together. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she had the feeling it would lead to what she’d been searching for this whole time.

Let’s see, there’s all these dreams… Though, should they even be called that? Are they prophecies? It’s not deja vu, as the situations don’t feel like they’re repeating. Just a sense of familiarity. I might even be able to write it all off as a dream if it weren’t for the fact that Satan’s room was the same as that other dream I’d had, and I’d never been there before. There’s obviously something going on and I need to figure out what it is. Mc looked down at the sheet in front of her realizing she’d been drawing the whole time she’d been thinking. She was a bit flustered when she saw it was Satan when he’d been holding her hand. She shut her notebook, that strange feeling when Satan had smiled at her earlier flitting around in her chest. She had written off the feeling as residual embarrassment combined with relief that he wasn’t upset. Now, she wasn’t so sure.

A knock at the door brought her out of her thoughts, “Mc. Are you in there?”

“Just a moment Diavolo,” Mc called out, putting her notebook under her pillow. She felt the strong need to hide what she was doing, though she couldn’t quite figure out why.

She opened the door to his wide smiling face, “I was wondering if you would like to join me in a game of chess?”

“Oh. Sure, if you want. I’m not very good at it though.”

“That’s alright. After all, how is someone supposed to get better at something if they don’t practice?”

“Very true. I just didn’t think you’d be interested in playing against someone who’s not at your level.”

“Who’s to say I’m above your level?”

“Well, generally when people own a chess set they’re above my level,” Mc smirked.

“Fair enough,” Diavolo laughed, gesturing for Mc to follow him.

“So, what’s on your mind?”

“That, not only are you a gracious winner, but that you’re even more skilled at this game than I first thought. It takes skill to bring your playing down to novice level without making “mistakes”.”

Diavolo chuckled, moving another piece, “I wouldn’t say you’re a novice. You’re doing quite well.”

“I’d have to disagree with you there, but thank you anyway.”

“If I’m as skilled as you say, wouldn’t I be better qualified to assess your skill level than yourself?”

“I suppose,” Mc hummed, wondering what Diavolo was getting at.

“Satan is pretty talented when it comes to chess as well.”

Mc paused in moving her piece, “Is that so?”

“Yes. He’s probably the most tenacious player I’ve ever met. Though he’s never beat me, he’s gotten very close before.”

“Ah.”

“That attitude is what made him who he is. His desire to grow and learn is one of his defining characteristics. Though it’s probably not a fair comparison, he has grown and continues to grow the most out of all his brothers.”

“Why would you say it’s not fair?”

“Because they already had defined personalities when they Fell. Certain characteristics were obviously enhanced or repressed turning from angels to demons, but they’re essentially the same beings.

“Satan is a different story. Though he came from Lucifer and has memories of the Celestial Realm, all he really was in the beginning was wrath, the most literal embodiment of his sin I could imagine. I’ve been around a long time, and I’ve never met another being like him. He is truly unique. I watched all the brothers adjust to their sin, figuring out how they would represent their sin. They’ve all struggled in their own way, but Satan’s struggle is of a different kind. He’s had to learn how to go against everything he was to become something more.

Which brings me back to my point: It’s probably not fair to compare his growth to his brothers, but he continues to grow and learn from his mistakes, while the others seem to have… stagnated a bit.”

Mc nodded as she surveyed the gameboard, though her thoughts were more on their conversation. She had so many questions about Satan, many ones she didn’t feel she could ask him...

“So, anything else on your mind?”

“Only if you’re offering answers.”

Diavolo looked Mc straight in the eyes, “Ask away.”

Mc blinked a couple times, “Umm… Of course I can’t think of anything really pressing now.”

“What’s the first question that comes to mind?”

“Well, I guess since we were talking about it, what was his last period of intense growth?”

Diavolo cocked his head, “Interesting question. Besides right now?... Though it’s not a happy memory, probably the grieving period after she died.”

“Do you mean the girl he wrote the song for? Mammon told me a little bit about it.”

“How much did he tell you?” Diavolo asked slowly, eyes searching hers.

“I would guess the basics? He said he’d loved a human, and after she passed away, he played the song one last time and then said he’d never play it again, but then he did at the dinner party. He also mentioned he hadn’t dated anyone before or since her.”

“I suppose those are the basics,” Diavolo sighed, moving another piece on the board.

“Can… Will… You tell me about her?” Mc asked, the question feeling more important than it had when Mammon had first mentioned it.

“Hmmm… I think my hands might be tied wen it comes to that question,” Mc felt an unexpected wave of disappointment wash through her at his answer, “But, I sense there’s more to that question than what you asked.”

“I… Maybe?” Mc answered, her reaction shocking her. Even so, she couldn’t dispel the feeling.

“What made you ask the question?”

“I… It seems important,” was the only thing Mc could think to answer with.

Interesting. Well, checkmate, and with that, it’s time for me to head to bed. Goodnight Mc.”

“Oh, you’re right. Goodnight,” Mc answered, though her thoughts were far from the game that sat in front of her.”

Mc sighed for what felt like the eightieth time that night. What could Diavolo have meant by all that? He was obviously hunting at something. The problem is, I’m not sure what it is. Though, why do I care about her? It seems more than me just being concerned for Satan’s well being. He’s obviously feeling better about the whole situation with her, seeing as how he played that song.

Mc replayed her memory of him playing the song in question, and found herself questioning that assessment. If he truly was feeling better, wouldn’t the longing in his voice have lessened? He had laid all his feelings bare, and the truth was, he wasn’t over her.

A stab of jealousy attacked her heart, making her blink a couple times. She went back to the memory in question, only to find the whole thing tinged in the sin. She retreated further into her head, far from the feeling. She sat up, grabbing the glass of water from her bedside table, hands shaking. As she tried to put it back down, her fingers loosened too much and she almost ended up spilling the rest of the water. Sighing the eighty-first time that night, she grabbed the book off the table, opening it and trying to drown out her feelings.

“Is there something wrong with the food?” Barbatos asked, stepping forward to refill Luke’s glass with whatever tea he’d decided on serving them.

“Everything tastes great. I’m just not hungry this morning,” Mc smiled weakly, before returning to pushing the food around her plate. Attempting to make the butler feel better, she took a bite of the pride cake he’d prepared. It had actually become a favorite of hers, much to the delight of Diavolo who couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Today however, it reminded her more of glue than anything else.

“Are you feeling alright Mc??” Michael asked, “You’ve seemed… off these past couple days.”

“I just haven’t been able to sleep lately,” Mc answered, “I’ve just hit a snag in my art.”

“Maybe you should take some time off today then.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I have the day free, and I’ve wanted to talk to you about something,” Michael tried again.

“Actually, I’m just going to head out to clear my head.”

Michael narrowed his eyes, “Well, I do need to talk to you sometime soon.”

“Sure,” Mc answered, relieved he wasn’t going to push the situation further.

Mc wandered aimlessly, willing the sounds of the Devildom to drown out her thoughts, but she seemed to have opened some sort of floodgate in her thoughts. Angels were known for their extreme restraint when it comes to their own feelings. During the process of becoming an angel, there was a sort of damper that was put on their feelings. Supposedly it could be turned on or off at will like a switch. Many angels went their whole existence without turning the switch off. Mc had seen Simeon when his had been off, usually when he was writing, so she knew it existed. She also had some control over her switch, but she had a feeling hers didn’t work quite as well as other angels. She’d theorized that’s why she could create art as readily as she did, and why it seemed humans related more to her art than her fellow angels. When she was younger, she figured it would develop more once she got older. It hadn’t however. She might have had an easier time covering up how she actually felt, but the control wasn’t there.

Now however, it seemed like she had no control over it, relying on outside influences to help her from feeling like she was losing her mind. Among her newfound jealousy at center stage, she could feel her anger at Michael hiding in the eves of her mind. There was also a confusion that seemed to be seeping into everything else she did and was, lighting the whole scene. She had no idea what had changed, but she wished it would stop. She was getting a headache. No wonder humans sometimes went crazy.

“Mc? Is that you?” A familiar voice called out to her.

“Hey Mammon. What are you doing here?”

“Jus’ got outta RAD for the day. What’re you doin’ here?”

“Oh, I’m… trying to clear my head.”

“So wha’s botherin’ ya?”

“What?”

“You’re havin’ a hard time right? I can see it all written all over your face,” Mammon smiled kindly, “Come get some ice cream with me.”

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Part Eighteen and a Half

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goth-girlfriend · 5 years ago

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Endeavor’s Intern

(3/?)

Request: Quotev

Pairing: Enji Todoroki/Endeavor x Reader

Type: fluff,

Warnings: Reader is a student, even though that was clarified in the beginning.

(If there is any misspelling or improper grammar I apologize in advance.)

💙❤️🖤💙❤️💙🖤❤️💙💙❤️🖤💙❤️💙🖤❤️💙

“Nani!?” A mans voice screamed.

I tilted my head watching whatever drama Todoroki played on the secretaries computer.

She called in sick so we’ve both been manning the desk. So on my third day, I’m doing exactly what I threw a tantrum about not wanting to do.

“Wait wait wait,” I paused the show, “So, his wife is pregnant?”

“Yes?” Todoroki answered.

“But He had a vasectomy four months ago.” I pointed out.

He looked at me, a blank expression, I looked back and his eyes widened slightly. “What a scandalous woman you are Sakura Tsukino.” He looked at the screen and went to push play.

I smiled and shook my head, I leaned my head into his shoulder and went back to watching.

“Who do you think she cheated with?” He asked as her husband sat down and hurried his face in his hands.

“Hinata, that guy from her work space.” I mumbled staring as she broke into tears after her husband told her about what he had done.

“That’s messed up, he was all, not good looking.” Shoto mumbled and sighed.

‘HOW COUKD YOU DO THIS TOME?!’ She screamed.

‘DO WHAT?! YOURE THE ONE WHO CHEATED ON ME! YOU SLEPT WITH ANOTHER MAN! AND YOU WERE GOING TO PLAY IT OFF AS MINE?! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!’

Her husband was standing and screaming back at her. I bit my lip becoming more interested.

“Divorce.” I said, as he pulled his ring off placing in on the table.

‘I should’ve never given you my heart, everyone told me you’d only turn out like, like this. I denied it I trusted you and believed you changed.’

He backed up to the door, ‘I was wrong.’

He left, the camera moved to her sitting on the sofa. Her elbows on her knees, she looked down, eyes dripping tears, body shaking.

The screen went black and asked to start the next episode.

“Oof.” Was all I said as Todoroki clicked next.

“W-” i was cut off by the phone ringing.

“Hello, Endeavor Hero Agencies how may I help you?” I asked.

Todoroki just eyed me and paused the show.

“Hello yes? This is I’m calling to talk to Enji Todoroki. I was given this number to get into contact with him.” It was a WOMAN.

“Oh, of course. Please hold, I’ll see if his line is busy.” I lied.

“Of course, thank you.” I put her on hold then mute and sighed sitting back.

“Being a Secretary is so hard.” I stretched in my chair.

“Yeah.” Todoroki said stretched.

“Let’s get something to drink, also someone has to tell your dad he has a call.” I yawned and stretched up.

“You do it.” Was all Todoroki argues back.

“Alright.” I didn’t even argue back.

I knew his office was free, the only people who showed up for a meeting had left already. So I walked into his office, he quirked his brow at me and then looked back down at his paper work. I walked over to his desk and looked at his phone. A red light was blinking, the lady was still on hold. Okay, this is great I walked around his desk and squeezed my way onto his lap. I smield up at him and he looked down at me. He hand little Endeavor and Todoroki sitting infront of his monitor blocked form public sight by a stapler.

“You have a lady on hold. She didn’t tell me what she’s calling for just that she’s trying to get in contact with you.” I sighed and leaned against his right shoulder.

“Did you get her name?” He asked.

“No, she just asked for ‘Enji Todoroki’ because she told she could get into contact with him.”

“Then Get her name and figure out what she wants. I can’t waste time on useless things.” He argues and rolled his chair closer to his seat.

My stomach and hips pressed against the edge of his desk as he got back to work. This man made a great booster seat not going to lie. I sighed and picked up his phone, taking it off of hold.

“Hello, are you still there ma’am?” I asked and leaned onto the desk.

Fingertips ghosted my right hip.

“Yes, I’m still here.

“Alright, I’m calling to ask for your name and purpose of call. Endeavor is a bit busy but is able to call you back in thirty to fourth minutes if you can leave a name, number and purrpose of call.” I lied to her easy.

“Oh well, I’m Inosu Nara, I’m calling because we met almost a month ago. He gave me this number to get into contact with him.” She answered.

“Alright, well thank you Ms.Nara, I’ll tell him what you’ve told me and you should get a call back from this number in about thirty minutes. Can I get your number?”

“Yes it’s xxx-xxx-xxxx”

Alright that should be everything I need.”

“Thank you.”

“No thank you for being patient and calling Endeavor Hero agencies.”

I ended the called and wrote down the number, Inosu Nara

“Inosu Nara.” I picked up the sticky note, “She says you meet a month ago and you gave her this number to call you.”

He tended a bit and his face turned into a scowl. Wait half an hour and then Call her back, tell her the position I was offering has already been filled.” His left has copied his right and grabbed my other hip.

“So....Why does Shoto watch romantic Dramas?” I asked and started to click away on Endeavors computers.

“What?” He asked.

“Watch this, it’s just three minutes it’ll summarize what he’s watching.” I said and pushed play.

He sat and watched, and cringed, he paused it halfway. “That’s Enough.”

“Yeah.” was all I said and moved to sit on his right thigh, my left side and shoulder to his chest.

“Have you ever been to Universal?” I asked and tilted my head.

“Once, I took all of my children for two days to film a commercial.” His answer was boring.

“Did you go on any of the rides?” I asked wanting to know if he liked it.

“No, I didn’t have time to do anything. I was being filmed and meeting fans.” He didn’t seem amused.

“Oh, well that’s boring.” I slouched and sighed.

We sat in silence, I was looking on my

Phone and just casually chilling. Endeavor was watching me, I could feel his stare. It was very intense but not in a scary way, more of a concentrated way.

I opened snap chat and smiled, “Take more puctures with me.”

His brows dropped, he didn’t seem interested at all. I ignored it and leaned into his chest and opens the filters. He didn’t smile exactly but he wasn’t wearing a serious expression either.

He looked cute with a flower crown. After about five minutes of me smiling and taking pictures and Endeavor slid his hand around my waist and pulled me against him. I didn’t know what to do, I just moved the side slightly and looked up at him.

His chin wa son my shoulder, the stubble of his beard rubbing on my neck. It hurt a bit, but it felt nice.

“No more.” He tried to push my phone down.

“Just one more.” I raised, “But you have to smile.”

I got the filter onto both of our faces, he had a forced looking smile, I’d take it, I had a plan anyways. I held down the button and moved to kiss right on and under his jaw bone. I felt his hands grip my hips harsh and he tended.

I smield agaisnt the skin I had just violated as he cleared his throat.

“What are you doing?” He asked and moved back to look at me.

“Spreading love.” I moved my phone and got us both into frame again, “Now really smile this time.”

I took his left hand in mine and a very faint smile came to his lips.

After that I saved the video once to snap and twice to my camera roll. Then I recorded another video, it was of mini Endeavor and Todoroki, and then I panned to him and he seemed unamused during me recording random moments. I even recorded him letting out a short chuckle as I told him a story of the first time a cat meowed at Todoroki and he panicked. It was such a beguiling sound.

I even caught the small smile he had and the joy in his eyes when I told him Todoroki actually remembered his birthday, and sent a message from a random number so he wouldn’t be caught. He smiled at the thought, a look of regret in his eyes, there was a sincerity.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s lunch time.” I said standing up.

“Can we go eat?” I asked looking at my phone for the time.

“Take the lunch orders for the floor, than you and Shoto can go.” I admired the way he leaned back into his chair, legs spread, arms resting on the arms rest and head falling to the side slightly.

“Yes sir.” I smiled and went to get a notepad and Shoto.

Lunch passed, time passed, Shoto and I watched more drama as we waiting for our patrol shift, we’d be on different sides of the city but that’s fine I guess. I mean we’re literally spending all day together just watching tv and eating.

I cut my noodles with my chopstick and swallowed quickly.

“I forgot to call that lady back!” I panicked, “I’ll do it tomorrow.”

Finally our turn for Paroels came, Shoto left, then a few others, familiar faces poured into the building taking a brief break from patrolling all day. I was waiting for Endeavor for my patrol to start. Finally he came down, I smiled at him and we took off. I had my cloak on and wings out. Everything was normal, it felt like just a walk. I mean, we stopped a break in at the most. Poor guy didn’t see it coming, he ribs definitely felt it before he knew what was coming. We carried on and ran into Hawks and Tokoyami. He didn’t leave, so our duo turned into a squad. We kept patrolling, nothing really happening, Hawks said something about it being to quiet lately around the city. Endeavor agreed, that was until we sat on a roof top, well, I stood on the edge, Endeavor was siting at a bench table, Hawks was walking on the edge and Tokoyami was leaning against the stair exit wall.

“We should become a squad.” Hawks said as he stopped to my right.

I looked at him, “what?”

“Imagine how cool we’d be, we could call ourselves the fire birds.” He took my hands and spun us both, to get read Incase I fell i spread my wings out quickly, the sound of fluttering and wind being pushed out from behind me was all I heard as I looked at Hawks.

“Get it? Because Endeavor is fire, I’m Hawks” he spread his wings, “Tokoyami has a bird in his belly, and you also have bird wings, I feel like your hiding more from what we know but I won’t push it yet.” He was still holding my hands in his.

“Well, it’s an interesting name. But I don’t think it’d work out.” I shrugged.

He pouted, “Why not?”

I shrugged, “Well, I don’t know actually l, we don’t always have the same patrol hours.” I shrugged.

“I see,” he spun us again and I kept my wings spread. He lifted his own.

I could definitely feel Stares, I sound of my rubbers soles scrapping again the concrete was the only thing I could hear. Hawks walked us back and forth, “let’s see who’s faster.”

He threw us off the Edge of the building I panicked and started flapping, after the third flap I caught wind and balanced myself. There I was flying above Hawks, he looked up at me. Hs was on his back his wings holding him in the air.

“Alright then.” I said and straightened out, “I could beat you anyday.

I move higher to bring myself to the edge of the building.

“Name a spot, and I can be there and back before you can.” I looked down at him.

“Great! I was hoping you’d agree I set it up today.” He came to my side, I heard Endeavor sigh.

“In the park by the koi pond, I stabbed a feather into a the ground,” he said plucking a long feather out of his wing.

I cringed and imagined the feeling, it’s all to painful.

“First one back with it wins.” He said and got ready, I squatted oh the edge and got ready.

“Toko! Give us a count off.” He screamed over his shoulder.

Another sigh from the party behind us, I smiled.

“Three,” a paused, “Two,” another, “One.”

We took off, I didn’t see Hawks ahead of and I wasn’t making the mistake of looking back. I pushed harder and gained more speed. I was focused on a short route I normally took until I felt something grab my wing.

I looked over to see Hawks, he was grinning and knocked into me, I knocked back into him and he only smiled wider.

“Oh, so you wanna play dirty.” I laughed.

I went up into a cloud and tried to time it, I saw Hawks in break, he looked around I dropped down on him and pushed his wing down he flipped onto his back and kept flying.

“Nice try but I’m all to use to it.” I scoffed.

“Sure.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed his boot to flip him around to face the other direction.

He did exactly that, flew in the other direction. He came back and landed on my back, his back to my back he just layer there.

“I don’t see why they don’t make this a way to travel it’s comfortable.

I did a quick roll over and he spread his own wings.

“WHAT?!” I asked as he didn’t leave my side.

“How do you get these so shiny and black?” He asked as he moved back to my side.

“If I told you I’d have to kill you.” I regretfully pulled a father of my own it hardened and caught a nice shine.

“I can do that too!” He cheered and pulled his own out. “WING BUDDIES!”

I rolled my eyes with a smield and dived down, I saw the feather and swooped in, hows swooped down. We’ll crash if one of us doesn’t pull back, or at least I’ll have to to use my whole quirk.

We pushed in before smoke filled the space I grabbed the wing and pulled back, I heard coughing and looked back to see a panicked Hawks. He didn’t notice me.

“(L/n)?” He looked around panicked.

“I let out a bird cry.” He looked up, there I was full form.

“YOU CHEATER.” He screamed and took out after me.

I flapped harder and tried to move faster and into places he wouldn’t be able to reach.

I saw Endeavor’s flames, I was so close, until Hawks pulled up infront of me. He grinned like a mad man, I changed back and stepped on his shoulder and made the jump. Feathe rin mouth I spit to get the taste of bird off my tongue.

“You should use dog shampoo, you’ll dull the color.” I said and waved the feather around.

He sighed, “I guess you win this round.”

We sat a whole longer, until the ground started to shake. There was the sound of rumbling and screams. We all rushed to the opposite side of the building. A big guy was trying to take down a building.

“Tokoyami, Go low with Endeavor, (L/n) and I will go ahead and try to save who we can from the top floors.” Hawks said taking off.

I looked back at Endeavor, “Go, it’s your job as a hero.”

I nodded and took off after Hawks. I caught up and we moved as fast as we could to get everyone out of the top floors. It was harder considering it was almost midnight and everyone one was home sleeping. I pulled out kids and men while woman tried to cling to Hawks at the chance they had. I laughed as one woman wouldn’t let him go. I heard a cry and dived in, the building was about to crumble, I can do this.

I found it, it was a little boy, he had red hair and white eyes. He was screaming for his dad. I picked him up a don looked for his dad. His dad was bleeding slightly.

“Hold onto my back and I’ll save you and your dad. Just don’t let go.” I calmly told the kid he nodded and crawled onto my back.

He held tighter then I expected. I grabbed the dad by his shoulders, “Come on.” I said and used all the arength I couldn’t o carry him at least bridal style.

With struggle I managed I ran to the holw in the wall and dived down flapping so we didn’t die from Just jumping.once on the ground I handed the guy over to Hawks and told the kid to sit with them. Hawks said ambulances were coming.

I looked back, this guy was kinda huge, what were we supposed to do? Endeavor and Tokoyami showed up. Endeavor rushed in and Hawks followed, Tokoyami knew what to do. I was still calculating and trying to figure out the best approach for myself. I found an opening, All three we’re taking him from the front, I found an opening form the back, I went for it. I flew up and spread my wings as far as they could go. At twenty four feet stretched out completely I did my best to blind him, Hawks was beside me in a flash.

“If you blind him long enough, I can get Tokoyami and Endeavor to help me.” He was gone.

I plucked out my longest, feather and used it to fight against his hands as he tried to grab at me. I stayed stretched out and tried to blind him. That was until I felt myself falling. I watched the sky swirl as I was pulled down. A sharp pain and a loud snap, my back arched. There was a loud crash, I was diving head first, the problem was, I could see where I was going, all I saw was a starry sky swirling as I started to spin while falling. The last thing I saw was Hawks Wide eyed reaching out to me and a deep scream. I was out, was I going to die?

I woke up from my dream as I started to hit water, everything was bright and white. I looked around rubbing my eyes. I tried to bring my hand up, it was held down, I looked at it and smield. I brought my left hand to my right. I brushed my fingers over the knuckles and skin that held my own.

“Endeavor.” I whispered.

I tried to sit up feeling pain in my back.

I brought my left hand to his jaw and held it, his eyes opened, he looked at me through his lashes.

“How are you?” I asked him even though it should’ve been the opposite.

“Are you alright?” He took his right hand to grab my right hand.

His left hand rested on my back, he rubbed it up slowly to help me sit up. His warm hand eased the pain that filled my muscles.

“Y-yeah, what happened?” I asked.

He sighed and tried to pull away.

I stretched with regret and grabbed his arm with my free hand.

“Please don’t,” I was basically begging for his heat.

He placed his hand back against my tender flesh.

“The criminal grabbed you by your wings when he started to fell back. I rushed in to catch you, and Hawks tried his best to grab you but his grip on yours wings was strong. He ripped out the feathers and fractured them.” He looked down.

I smiled at him, “Don’t worry about it, they’ll be fine by tomorrow morning...”

He looked up at me, he was soft, his eyes were glossed over. Tears filled the corners of his eyes. I moved my hand form his arm to hold his right cheek and get him to face me, his eyes held regret.

“You were my intern, I was supposed to protect you. I let you get hurt.” His voice was low.

“I’m your intern, I’m supposed to learn what it’s like to be a hero, and that’s exactly what happened. So you don’t have to worry. I’m happy that if I was going to experience this, that at least it was with you.” I smield at him, and looked down.

“I-” I cut him off with a look.

“Don’t worry about it.” I stopped him.

“I can make this up to you.” Her stated.

“You wanna make it up to me?” I asked and tilted my head with a slight smile.

“Yes, what’s something you’ve wanted?” He asked and fumbled around his costume and pulled out a wallet.

“Something? I’ve always wanted?” I asked and thought about it while staring at my hand with his.

“Well.” I looked up at him again with a grin.

“There’s this.” I pulled my hand free form his and grabbed his other cheek and pulled him closer.

His lips were soft, heat radiated form his face, quite literally because of his body temperature. His large hand landed on my cheek. He moved his hand so his forefinger and thumb took my chin and angled my head upwards. He kissed back eyes closed, I closed my own and brought my right hand down to his nape and ran it back up to feel the hairs at the base of his head. His hand still hot and comforting my back, I smield agsint his lips and pulled away.

“Okay, so I wanna go to Univeral with you and Shoto.” I smiled and he only looked down at me.

His eyes were so soft, they were clear, the bright color still outshine the bright white colors of the hospital I’m guessing I’m in.

“I don’t see why not.” He sighed and moved closer.

Kissing him a little longer the door opened and we pulled back, it was Shoto.

“SHOTO!” Enji screamed and pulled away.

His beard and mustache bursted into flames as he backed away and reached out for his son.

“Stop it dad, I already know what happening.” He sighed and looked down.

Enji sulked slightly and moved away from the bed side. I sat up straighter and smield at Shoto.

“So?” He asked.

“What?” I asked playing it off.

“Did your wings get better?” He crossed his arms over his chest the same way his dad does.

I forced them out and open, they were new and glossy.

“Of course they did!” They ruffled slightly, “I’m not an (l/n) for nothing!”

“Also, were going to universal!” I cheered and they spread out a bit.

“What for?” He asked.

“To Celebrate me becoming your step mom.” I winked at him, his eyes widened as his cheeks reddened.

“What?” He asked in disbelief.

“Why don’t you ask your daddy?” I joked.

He whipped around, Endeavor just looked at him.

“Told you.” I whispered to Shoto and smiled at Enji who was very slightly, smiling.

“HEY GUYS SORRY IM LATE!” And just like that, Hawks ruined the moment.

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dwead-piwate-meggers · 4 years ago

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Falling for the First Time

A direct sequel to “Five Times Adam du Mortain Eavesdropped, and One Time He Did Something About It” - Charlotte and Adam do their best to make good on the conversation they’d had about where, exactly, they would like the physical side of their relationship to go. Rated E for later chapters.

Adam du Mortain x f!detective approx. wc: 2524 rating: M warnings: non-explicit sexual content

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Chapter 2

The phone is ringing.

The sun is shining in through curtains that weren’t closed properly, and the phone is ringing.

Charlotte squeezes her eyes shut against the bright light, and rolls towards the nightstand, her hand groping around for where the device should be. Should be, but isn’t. And that’s… it should be there. It’s always there. That’s where she puts it every night. Her shoulder is cold, where it pokes out of the blankets. Apparently, she’s not wearing a shirt. And she’s still wearing yesterday’s bra. And yesterday’s leggings. And that - the phone is still ringing - is not her ringtone.

But it is Adam’s.

So… last night wasn’t a fever dream. It happened. She fell asleep in his arms. And either he forgot his phone, or...

She feels the bed move behind her, hears his voice, rough with sleep: “Hello?”

Charlotte rolls over, blinks as his profile comes into focus, silhouetted in the morning light streaming through her window. He’s lying on his back, phone pressed to his right ear, away from her. He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You can tell him that I’m fine .” He pauses to listen to the response. “I don’t know.” He pauses again, and grunts at whatever was said before hanging up. He drops the phone back on the nightstand on that side of the bed and rubs his hands over his face.

“Trouble?” she asks.

“Evidently, Nate found my absence concerning.”

“Ah.” She suppresses a giggle. “Stayed out past curfew?”

“Apparently.”

This time she can’t hold it in, and a little giggle slips loose - they’re both adults, and here he is, centuries old, getting scolded for staying out past his designated bedtime.

Adam turns his head to look at her with a soft smile and a quirked brow, as if to ask ‘what’s so funny?’

“I’ve never been a bad influence before,” she explains.

“And here I was,” he deadpans, “with such a good record.”

That doesn’t help, and she begins laughing in earnest. “It starts with staying out late, then spending time with the wrong crowd, then who knows what else you’ll get tempted into.”

He reaches over to cup her cheek, gives her a fond smile. “I suspect there’s very little that you could not tempt me into.”

Charlotte sidles closer. “I’ll do my best not to abuse that,” she says, as much as I’d love to, and leans in for a chaste kiss.

“My reputation thanks you for it,” he murmurs against her lips.

It’s...a little difficult to believe this is happening. That it’s morning and he’s still here. That he spent the night in her bed. And the bed is soft, his arm around her is warm, his chest is solid under her fingertips and she just wants to spin this moment out for as long as she can but... she swore that today would be the day she’d clear the backlog of paperwork waiting for her at the station.

She sighs. “I should get up.”

He frowns. “You aren’t scheduled to work today.”

“No,” she agrees. “Unfortunately, the mountain of paperwork on my desk doesn’t particularly care about whether or not I’m on duty.”

He pulls her a little closer, presses his forehead against hers. “Then it also doesn’t care if it gets done in the morning or the evening.”

He makes a compelling point. And damn if it isn’t that much harder to get up, now. But… she had a plan. “If it doesn’t get done in the morning,” she says, pulling away a little, “it won’t get done in the evening. I have an appointment with the world’s worst organized library tonight.”

She puts a little more space between them, and almost laughs at his expression - Charlotte had never considered that she might one day see Adam du Mortain pouting. She knows he’s on patrol tonight. Which apparently means he was counting on getting a little extra time with her this morning. She presses a kiss between his brows before she rolls over to get up. “I’ll wait for you to get back after?”

He grumbles something about that being tolerable.

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Charlotte finds it unusually difficult to focus on her work. The flow of her thoughts is constantly interrupted by memories (some rather more vivid than others, leaving her shifting in her seat) of what happened the night before, or of speculating on what might have happened that morning if she hadn’t dragged herself out of bed. Or of what might be waiting for her tonight. Eventually, she gets the paperwork done. Somehow. It only takes twice as long as she had initially estimated. Which still leaves plenty of time for the errands she had planned - groceries, getting her kitchen knives properly sharpened, returning her library books. If anything, there is a slight advantage in having her paperwork go so slowly: it eats up some of the time between morning and evening.

She returns to her apartment, down a pile of paper and some library books, up a set of sharp knives and enough food for the week. She unpacks: puts aside the pre-made meal that she’d bought for dinner and a tin of cat food and sets everything else in its place, while Timbit, the Dark Prince of Apartment 302, watches on from his perch on top of the fridge.

He meows.

“Hm?” She continues unpacking.

He meows again.

She looks up. Tina swears sometimes that the cat is judging her. Until today, Charlotte has insisted that’s not only unlikely, but also ridiculous. Suddenly, looking into those bright yellow eyes, she’s not so sure. She does get the distinct sense that Timbit is passing judgement.

“Is it the dinner?” she asks, opening the tin of cat food.

He is silent.

“Is it that I left you alone all day?” She scrapes the contents of the tin into the clean food bowl.

He’s still silent.

“Is it because Adam stayed the night?” She places the bowl on the floor.

Timbit meows, and then leaps down. She takes that as a yes. He nibbles a few mouthfuls, then turns to meow again before continuing with his meal.

She takes that to mean ‘and also because you’re thinking about doing it again tonight.’

She opens the container holding her own dinner, and tears back the paper covering one side of the wrap, muttering, “Just ‘cause you’ve been neutered…”

He flicks his tail directly into her ankle.

“...does not mean I have to behave the same way.”

Clearly he finds it beneath his dignity to respond, because he continues eating in peace, and leaves her to do the same. She balls up the packaging, tosses it in the trash and checks the clock. Enough time for a shower and to dry her hair. To maybe pick out something...nice? To wear? Does she even own anything nice? It feels like her wardrobe is all either work-wear or knit-wear and flannels.

But he has the wardrobe of a cartoon character, so maybe it doesn’t matter. It certainly hadn’t mattered last night. So maybe she’s overthinking this. She should just… stop thinking about what may or may not (hopefully may ) happen. Just shower and get dressed and go.

Maybe a cold shower.

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In the end, it had been a lukewarm shower. Which was close enough to cold in a Wayhaven spring. It hadn’t really helped, except that she’d been more grateful to put on a sweater than she might have been otherwise. Charlotte is jittery driving to the Warehouse, her eyes flicking to the mirrors way more often than they need to, especially considering she’s the only one on the road.

This is worse than her first visit, almost a year ago, when she wasn’t sure of her feelings, let alone his. And he’s not even there, won’t be there for a few hours still.

She meets Nate in the Library - he’s already read over what the list of what the Agency suggested, and has pulled out and bookmarked a bunch of supplementary material. Why he doesn’t just write the recommended reading lists himself, she’ll never know.

Charlotte settles down on the couch to read over the chapter about magic detection, books spread out on the coffee table and a legal pad in her lap. It doesn’t go any better than her paperwork had this morning - she finds herself reading the same paragraph three or four times before she grasps the meaning, forgets what she’s writing halfway through a note. She notices Nate glancing over at her once or twice, failing utterly to suppress a smirk. He is at least gracious enough not to say anything, even after she checks her watch for what feels like the seventeenth time that hour. Eventually, he leaves the room for a moment, as she’s struggling through a passage about the various ways that runes can be disguised. When he comes back, it’s with glasses in hand: what she assumes is whiskey, neat, for himself, given his usual drink order, and a deep amber liquid in a brandy snifter for her.

She reaches up to accept the glass and asks, “What am I drinking?”

“Calvados.”

Apple brandy. From Normandy. Somehow, it feels like a very expensive joke at her expense. She narrows her eyes at him. Nate gives her what she assumes is his best impression of an innocent smile in response. She doesn’t buy it. But the drink is...nice. Helps her relax, at least.

Until he gets back. She can’t hear it, not right away, but she sees Nate’s reaction. She’d noticed months ago that it’s a different reaction for each member of Unit Bravo, and this is definitely a reaction to Adam’s presence: the slight straightening of the spine, the lift to his chin, the head tilt, ready to follow orders or to engage in conversation. And then she hears the footsteps: the rhythmic thudding of boots on the floor, not quite a march, but damn close.

The door opens. She wills herself not to look, not to be that obvious, even though they can probably - definitely - both hear the sudden jump in her heartbeat. Because she’s an adult, goddamnit, not a 16 year old with a crush, and she’s going to behave like one. But willpower isn’t her strong suit today. She peeks anyway. Adam is walking between the shelves, hands behind his back. He must have hung his coat somewhere else, because it was too cold for him to be patrolling in just a t-shirt, but that is what he’s wearing now - grey t-shirt, dark cargo pants, combat boots. He looks as he always does. And she feels as she always feels - that irresistible draw, that… magnetism.

She looks back down to her textbook as he starts to turn, making the mistake of catching Nate’s eye. He’s outright grinning. She’s tempted to throw something at him, adds it to her mental to-do list: finish this chapter, take notes from the additional readings, throw her pen right into Nate’s perfect tee- the couch sinks on her left.

The couch sinks, and she’s very aware of the person who caused it, sees large, solid hands flicking through pages out of the corner of her eye. And maybe the sweater hadn’t been the best idea. Because the temperature of the room just jumped several degrees, hadn't it?

She’s probably blushing.

Nate coughs. Well, he laughs, and tries ( poorly ) to cover it with a cough. She’s going to have to have a brainstorming session with Farah tomorrow. Or maybe she’ll just introduce the Dewey Decimal system to this ‘library’.

At any other time, at any other time, this arrangement, the three of them reading in silence, would be nice, companionable. But that other time would require that she not be hyper-aware of the heat radiating off the body next to her on the couch, that her thoughts not wander increasingly frequently to what that body and hers had been doing the night before. And what they had maybe, sort of, implicitly agreed to revisit tonight. So it’s not nice. It’s tense. And uncomfortable. And she has read and re-read the same paragraph for the past fifteen minutes.

Nate makes a show of checking his phone. “Well, it seems as though I’m needed elsewhere,” he declares brightly, shoots her an unrepentant grin as he waves goodbye at the door. His phone hadn’t even gone off, the pest.

She has ten pages to go, if she could just...focus. She feels the couch shift again, feels Adam’s arm snake around her waist. That...will not help with the focus issue. Eight pages. He tucks his hand under the hem of her shirt, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over her hip. She bites her lip. Seven pages. He shifts closer, so that their thighs are touching, his breath hot on her neck. And he has to know how that has her heart racing. But dammit if she’s not going to get her work done because she was behaving like an adolescent. Six pages to go. And then five. And then he leans in, kisses her neck, right where it meets her shoulder. Her eyes drift shut. He does it again, working his way up to her ear, and there’s nothing she can do to stifle the moan that escapes her lips. Son of a bitch.

Charlotte turns to face him. “I am trying,” she’s interrupted by a kiss, his other hand coming up to cup her cheek, “to learn something.”

“Are you suggesting,” he kisses her again, “that you’re not learning something at the moment?”

“I’m learning,” she smiles into the next kiss, “that you’re a distraction.”

He pulls her into his lap, one-handed. “Or maybe,” he says, around another kiss, “it's that you’re irresistible.”

She laughs, “Now, see, I know that’s not true.” She’s cut off when he presses his lips to hers again, continues, “You spent months resisting me.”

He chuckles, “Considering our current position... it would seem that I failed.”

She can’t really think of a response to that. And really, what’s the point in responding to that, when she could be kissing him instead. So she does. Sitting across his lap, with his arms around her back, holding her close to him, and her own wrapped around those broad shoulders. She does, again and again and again, and … she really does need to finish those five pages. She pulls away, a little, feels him move to follow her, so she holds a finger up to his lips.

“Let me finish this chapter,” she says. “And then you can distract me however you want.”

And for the second time in less than 24 hours, she’s graced with his scowling pout. “Fine.”

She kisses his cheek, whispers, “I promise,” into his ear, as she shifts out of his lap, and does her best to turn her attention back to the book.

He grabs what he was reading off the coffee table and stands. She looks up.

“I’ll be in my room when you’re finished,” he says, leans down to kiss her forehead, and marches out of the door. He closes it gently behind him, for once.

#adam du mortain #charlotte langford #adam du mortain/f!detective #adam du mortain x detective #twc detective #twc #the wayhaven chronicles

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queenangst · 5 years ago

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30 min prompt! Give the boy a cat! Which boy? Any boy!

for my 30 min fic challenge / send a prompt, and i’ll write you a fic in 30 mins / ‘30 min fics’ tag

allowances [read on AO3]

“You shouldn’t be here, you know,” Shouto says, calmer than he thinks he feels. “I don’t think this is allowed.”

The cat pawing at his ankles doesn’t respond. She just scrabbles a little more, claw catching on his sock for a brief second before pulling away.

“I’m sure there are other places for you to stay,” he continues, and the cat twists onto her back, peering up at him with clear, blue eyes. “At least, have someone else take care of you.”

She blinks at him slowly.

Shouto sighs and pushes the door to his dorm room open. The cat looks, and then springs to her feet and pads in.

He supposes he’ll have a guest over for the night. Hopefully no one will know.

“I know it’s not much,” he says once they’re both inside and his door is shut firmly. She’s already investigating, claws out against the tatami laid down on the floor, sniffing at folded laundry, leaping onto the desk and nosing at the stack of books. “But it’s mine. I like it.”

There is something— calming about the sight. A spot of soft white, a miniature cloud touching ground in his room. She moves in the space like it’s already hers, with a quick-footed surety that not even Shouto has. There is a spot by the window where the sunlight is spilling in, and she curls up there and makes herself at home.

“Well,” Shouto says. He’s not sure she’ll be leaving any time soon. “I’ll be… studying.”

He can’t study. He has an intense focus, usually, but his thoughts keep drifting. Shouto keeps turning in his seat to look at the little cat enjoying the last rays of afternoon.

Shouto found her after a quiet workout session outside. She’d appeared through the bushes, the two of them blinking and unsure about each other. Shouto had carefully kept stretching, moving his gaze away, and she’d come curiously to the edge of his mat and decided to stay there.

And when he’d left, heading back to the dorms, she’d followed.

“Do you have a home?” Shouto asks, setting his books aside. He comes to sit on the floor next to the cat, putting his legs out in front of him and cocking his head to the side to admire her sleek coat. “Does anyone miss you?”

He’s guessing she’s probably a stray, though. There isn’t a tag. Maybe in a bit, Shouto will ask Kouda for help—this is a situation his Quirk is suited for, even if it’s not quite hero work.

“I like it here,” he muses, “it’s a nice place to call… home.”

Shouto runs a finger down her back. She chirps, head snapping up in curiosity, and then settles back down again. And then—soft fur under his touch—the cat begins to purr.

“You can stay,” Shouto murmurs.

There is a spot around her eye, the fur orange. It isn’t a scar, but it reminds him enough of himself that he feels almost responsible. She isn’t unhappy here, under Shouto’s careful hands.

“You can stay,” he says again, because it’s something he wishes someone had told him. The cat purrs and purrs, and Shouto thinks to himself, what a creature you are.

There is the matter of what to do next, though. Endeavor had never allowed any pets in the household; they were nuisances, and distractions. Shouto expressed his want once, to Mother, and after the first time he hadn’t asked again. He’d learned to stop asking more than once, or maybe not asking for something at all.

First he approaches Aizawa-sensei. Pets aren’t prohibited in the dorms, as evident by the rabbit that Kouda keeps, but they aren’t encouraged, either. He’d like to keep her. There’s something about that moment that he’d like to last a little longer—her head rubbing against his hand, the soft echoing purr that seems to travel through the cat’s entire body, the eyes both soft and sharp.

“A cat,” Aizawa-sensei says. He looks unimpressed. Shouto stands straight, but keeps his eyes lower than his teacher’s, or else.

“She followed me,” Shouto admits. “I would like to keep her, if you would allow me.”

“Hm,” Aizawa-sensei says.

“She doesn’t have a home, I think,” Shouto says plainly. Then, when Aizawa-sensei does not seem to refuse—he is unlike Endeavor, in that aspect—he adds bravely, “I’d like to give her one.”

“Does she have a name?”

Shouto blinks.

“A name, kid,” Aizawa-sensei says, mouth twitching a little. “Name her, and she’s yours.”

A name. Shouto hasn’t really named anything before—no nicknames, like Bakugou does to everyone else, and his hero name isn’t different at all. He’s always scared to put his mark on something, to put his name at the top of his paper, to say something is his. Because he’s not sure anything really is his.

Aizawa-sensei puts a hand on Shouto’s shoulder. His eyes say, I know.

He says, “Think about it, Todoroki.”

Later in the evening Shouto returns to his room with two containers for food and water, and a makeshift litter box that will do until he can get one from the store. The cat looks up when he comes in; she’s busy, it seems, playing with a pen. She stops trying to eat it.

“Here,” Shouto says, setting her things down and arranging them by the wall. The litter box will go outside of his room, at the end of the hallway; his hallmates have already agreed (and taken a few pictures of the cat already, which means the entirety of Class 1-A already knows about the addition).

The cat meows, a sudden sound. Like she has learned she may speak for the first time, and finds that she likes it. Shouto was like that too, after coming to U.A. He is allowed to speak, and someone will listen to him.

“I talked to Aizawa-sensei,” Shouto tells her as she eats carefully, then laps at the water with a cool pink tongue. “He said I could keep you, if I named you. Do you have a name?”

She rumbles in response and keeps eating.

“Alright,” Shouto says. “We can workshop that.”

Sky, he decides later, though it is not a unique name. Because she looks like she belongs it—in the midst of deep blue, unbound yet ever-present—and he thinks that is how the two of them are meant to be, free to stay somewhere as long as they’d like.

#asks #30 min fics #bnha #todoroki #catfire13 #quarantine content time #my fanfic #bnha fanfic

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phantomhydeoftheopera · 4 years ago

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hello!! oh no... that doesn't sound like an easy arrangement... I know of a couple other friends who don't have too good wifi in their rooms either so they had to make do in the kitchen or living room, and the tables weren't always conducive for working/ studying 😔 I guess my family got lucky, because my dad is always making sure (borderline obsession tbh) that our wifi at home is working and working fast 😅 aksdflksdf it sounds like you had to specially set up a stand or something to put [1]

your device, so that it's at the right angle for your hands and keys 🙈 oh oh! is the tumblr translation you're referring to the one by ineffableboyfriends? I follow them and I think I saw some posts on guardian translations sometime back... 🤔 by then I'd already finished reading guardian tho so I didn't dig into it aha 😅 oh! I don't think there's any official translation, the one I got and read was the official chinese book which had censored stuff 😢 ooh knitting!!! do you do it often? [2]

what's your favourite thing to knit or what do you knit most often? I see people knitting actual functional things something and I'm just... *iN AWE* because I can't even sew a tear in my clothes to save my life (': how many more months/ years of your studies do you have left? sighhh I really miss studying abroad too 😭😭 ooh do you watch shows together with your family often or just by yourself? random rambling: it's 2.30pm where I am now and my cat has been super busy today, he's been [3]

going up and down the entire house from the living room to our rooms to the rooftop (four storeys) and meowing for attention as he goes along which is STRANGE because he's usually fast asleep at this time like the pig he is 🤨 have a lovely weekend ahead! - your cc 🦊 [i forgot what number this is]

Hi!!! I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve been in that state of being where you don’t have the energy to do anything between December 26th to December 31st.

I had a pretty good setup at school, I had a set of drawers that slid out from under my desk and I put a box on that to put my laptop on. At home I had to put my laptop on a kleenex box on top of a table 😅 not the most exciting stuff.

I love knitting! I like to do it when I’m watching or listening to something because I like having something to do with my hands. I can really only do hats and scarves right now, I attempted socks once and they looked okay but the foot part was enormous. I have about 2.5 years left at my current school, but I hope to get another degree after I finish here. I wanted to study abroad in a few semesters but I wonder if I will get that chance at all.

I tend to watch shows with my family, though if I’m alone I might just put on cql. Wow, that’s a busy kitty! Mine usually sleeps on my bed or on the back of the couch and is most active when he gets hungry and starts yelling for food. Oh well.

There’s not much going on here, we’re all just vibing. I wish you a lovely rest of your week!

#mdzsnetcc

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helplessly-nonstop · 6 years ago

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Five of Sluts(5SOS smut)

So um... my thirsty ass decided that I needed to write a 5some, so here ya go. It’s kinda a CEO! Michael AU but it’s not specifically that. Just a sex club scene, no real plot

WC: 4154 words

Warnings: smut, brief mentions of reader’s kinks, thigh riding, Daddy!kink, Sir!kink, kitten!kink, Luke is a switch, overstimulation, oral (female, male receiving), bondage, gagging reader with panties, spanking, mentions of public sex, fingering, slight MxM sex, FxM sex, Michael is a bit of a brat tamer, unprotected sex(please use a condom) hair pulling, (there’s just a lot)

A chirp caught my attention and I looked up to see that my best friend had texted me with big bold capitalized letters,”OPEN WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE, THIS IS NSFW.” I raised an eyebrow at her message and snatched it off of my desk, realizing that she had attached a link to the conversation: bdsmtest.org. She had to be kidding me.

I clicked on the link holding it close to my chest so no one could see what was happening on my screen, then scanned the website’s information. It was a stupid test to calculate what kind of kinks you were into. I could not believe this.

I waited for my lunch break to take the test and when I finished the test, I stared at my screen for a solid fifteen minutes. Calling my best friend, I made my way to the elevator through the bustling people hurrying in and out of the large building that I worked in.

“So? What did you get?”she rushed out breathlessly to ask me my results.

“Trust me, man, you don’t want to see these test results.” I assured my best friend, heading up to the floor I work on. She let out a sigh then said,”Well, call me when you get out and we’ll talk til you get home, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Later, loser.” I ended the call and glanced down at my phone screen that held my results. I was apparently very diverse in my tastes.

Somehow in the midst of my clumsiness, my heel stuck to the floor and I stumbled forward, my phone sliding across the floor into a well polished dress shoe. A pale hand stretched down and they scooped it up, emerald eyes scanning the information on the screen.

Michael Clifford, my boss, was looking over my kinks. Someone kill me now. Shoot me through the window or something, anything to get me out of that situation.

“Miss. Y/L/N, I believe that is yours?”he asked, stretching my phone back. I opened my mouth to reply but he held up a finger, reaching into his jacket pocket before pulling out a card.

“Come here tonight.”he offered after I took the item he stretched out to me. And with that, he disappeared into his office, leaving me along with my stupid test results and a card with an address printed on it.

“I don’t know, should I go to it?” I asked, looking through my closet to help me debate my options. My cat, Salem gave a lazy meow in response and I rolled my eyes, snagging a black skirt that barely brushed my ass when I wear it and a pretty blouse that was low cut.

“Can’t believe that I’m really going to do this.” I murmured against smoothing my skirt down one final time as I got out of the cab, glancing up at the medium sized building that had a blinking sign that read,”Five of Sluts.” Just by the name, I’m tempted to leave, then I spotted someone watching me and that someone was absolutely gorgeous.

He had honey brown eyes and his face was obviously chiseled by the gods, with his tan skin skin complemented by the leather jacket that he was wearing.

“You lookin’ a bit lost there, pretty girl.”he stated, flicking away his cigarette after his last drag.

“I-I.. no, not lost, my friend invited me to come tonight and I’ve never been.” I informed him, stepping a bit closer to him. He hummed and nodded,stepping forward, before he asked,”So you’re Michael’s guest then?”

“Yeah, I guess you could call me that.” He flashed me a grin, white teeth shining under the lights of the sign, and he stated,”Come on in, I’ll show you where to find him, I’m Calum by the way.”

I informed him of my name as he kissed the back of my hand before he purred,”Just as sexy as the face it’s connected to.”

We walked inside and clearly I had misjudged the place. It was a thousand times worse. The first thing that I saw was a man tied to a cross, naked and his cock straining with a blindfold over his eyes. His partner stepped up in the stage with a crop and he flicked it against his hand, testing how much it was going to hurt.

“You’re obviously new to this.” Calum breathed in my ear and I nearly melt at his statement but then he continued to speak.

“That’s Luke and Ashton, friends of Michael and I’s. Luke, the one who tied up, is a switch but Ash almost never gives up topping. They’ve both got a bit of an exhibitionist thing going on right now.”

“Do they… have you ever had someone up on stage?” I asked, turning to face him. He gave me a stunning smile then answered,”Unfortunately no, I’ve never been able to find a sub willing to participate in public sex, but you, pretty girl? I’d gladly tie you to that cross and make you beg for me.” I gave a small gasp and he pushed up on my jaw, shutting my mouth, before he murmured, ”Wouldn’t want the wrong person putting his cock in there.”

“Miss Y/L/N.” Michael greeted, his arm winding around my waist. I turned to face him and my mouth watered at the sight. He wore a red flannel with a SnapBack facing backwards and black skinny jeans.

“Hello,sir.” I murmured in return, slowly dragging my gaze up to meet his eyes. He gave a panty melting grin then reassured me,”Please, call me Michael.”

“Sir is for later when you’re in private.” Calum informed me, taking a swing of his beer. My boss’ emerald eyes swung to my newfound acquaintance then he smirked, replying,”I see you’ve found my good friend, Calum Hood.”

“He encouraged me to come inside. I nearly chickened out.” I informed him with a small smile.

Michael gave a chuckle and tilted his head towards the bar as he asked,”Would you like something to drink?”

“Just a soda. I’m not in the mood for alcohol.” He nodded in understanding then left me alone with Calum once again, making his way through the crowd.

“Wait, where are we going?” I asked as Calum pushed me towards a sectioned off part of the room, where it was practically empty.

“VIP section. Don’t worry, Michael will find us.”he threw over his shoulder before lifting the rope, allowing me through. We settled on the couch and I chose the far corner away from him, my legs curling up underneath me.

His dark eyes flickered up after he checked his phone then he asked,”What’s the matter, pretty girl? You afraid that I’m going to make you come before Mikey gets his hands on you?” My thighs clenched together at his words then his large hand slid onto my leg, rubbing soothing circles into my skin with his thumb.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”he murmured, leaning closer. I took in a deep breath, trying to calm my body, only to get a whiff of his cologne: cinnamon and a hint of chocolate, an odd combination.

“B-but-“

“Calum.” Michael bit out and my head snapped up as I practically shoved Calum off of the couch to get him away from me. The darker skinned man gave a laugh then laced his hands behind his head, shrugging. Michael handed me a glass then opened the Coke in front of me, pouring it slowly to keep the fizz down.

Laughter filled my ears and I turned to see two gorgeous blond men enter the room, both still shirtless. Then it clicked.

“Ashton, how was Luke tonight?” Michael asked, leaning forward to take a drink of whatever his poison was. The shorter of the two gave a devilish grin then locked eyes with me as he replied,”He’s the best fucking sub. Sucked my cock like a good little boy.”

My mouth popped open in surprise then the longer haired blond, Luke, asked,”Is she the one that Michael chose for us?”

“Wait, stop, I’m sorry, what? Michael, I don’t understand.” I asked, standing up and slowly backing away from the four men. My boss came to a stand and he grabbed my hands; whether it was to keep me from running away or just to keep me calm, I wasn’t sure.

“Miss. Y/L/N, do you trust me?”he asked, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. I considered the options that I had for my answers then replied,”Yes, of course I do. I just.. I don’t understand.”

“Yes, we gathered this. Listen, pretty girl, we want you to be our sub. You do what we would like you to do and we treat you like you deserve to be treated. You get to be fucked how no one else has been able to fuck you.” Calum interrupted, throwing his arms into the air when Michael shot his friend a glare.

“I..” I paused, taking in all of their expressions, before finally answering,”Okay. I’d like to try.”

“Oh thank fuck. That was about to be awkward as shit if you were to say no. We use the red for stop, orange for pause, and green for go. Let us know.” Calum informed me, before pulling me into his lap, my skirt riding up. His plump lips crushed mine and I moaned into his mouth, his large hands cupping my ass.

“God, I’ve been dying to kiss you all night, pretty girl.”he breathed, hooking the crotch of my panties to the side, lowering me to his thigh. I hissed at the contact of his jeans against my clit then he groaned, pulling away from the kiss. I panted softly then someone tangled their fingers in my hair and tugged backwards, allowing Calum access to give me hickeys.

My eyes fluttered open and I met Michael’s gaze, who motioned down to where I straddled Calum’s leg, ordering,”Ride his thigh, kitten. You can do it.”

I gave a hesitant look to him then the man in question wrapped his hands around my hips, dragging me across the rough material of the jeans. My head tilted forward and I ground down, trying to get more friction on my clit. I keened into his neck then I heard Ashton ask,”Are you going to make her come like that, Cal?”

“Only if Mikey lets me. He is the one who brought her to us after all.” I continued to rock into the pressure, eager for my orgasm when Michael snapped,”Don’t make her come yet. She needs to work for it, prove that she’s worth it.” I gave a small kiss to the skin of Calum’s throat and he gave a groan in return, hand tightening on my hip as he warned,”Don’t tease, pretty girl. It won’t end good for you.” At his threat, I started to rock faster, eager for the pleasure that was just a fingertip grasp away.

“Oh God, oh God, Calum, I’m gonna come, please let me come, I need to come, please, Daddy, please let me come.” I pleaded, a growl bubbling up his throat at the name I used for him.

“Come on, pretty girl, you can do it. Come on my thigh like the good little whore you are and I’ll be nice and clean you up. Come on, keep going.”he insisted, his accent thick and filled my head with dirty thoughts.

“Mikey, she’s gonna come soon.” Luke murmured, blue eyes glued to where I was still grinding against Cal’s thigh.

“Oh I know. Come on, baby, you can do it. Show us how pretty you are when you come.” Michael ordered, beginning to help as he drug me back and forth faster against Cal,causing me to sob into his neck.

“Come now, kitten.” Michael commanded, his emerald eyes glued to my face as my eyes tightened in pleasure, my orgasm finally hitting.

“Calum, oh fuck, oh God, please, fuck, fuck please!” I cried out, biting down on his shoulder. A groan filled my ears then gentle hands lifted me from Calum’s lap, carrying me into a bedroom, before laying me down on a soft bed, the covers enveloping me.

My eyes fluttered open as someone tugged my skirt and now ruined panties down my legs then I caught the hazel gaze of Ashton who was now settled between my thighs.

“Hi, beautiful, I’m Ashton.”he introduced, tracing his fingers up my torso slowly, teasingly.

“H-Hi.. Y/N.” I murmured back, causing him to laugh before he replied,”Oh I know who you are, sweetheart. Mikey doesn’t ever stop talking about you.”

“Shut the fuck up, Ashton, before I let Cal do what he promised her.” Michael’s voice cut in through the heady atmosphere and I keened softly at his tone, the dominant statement rushing through my veins.

“Shh, baby girl, it’s okay. ‘M gonna eat your sweet pussy nice and good til you’re begging and crying for me to stop.”the blond chimed in, placing a kiss on my inner thigh.

“Ashton, please-“

“No, baby doll, come on, be good. Take another try.” I considered calling him Sir but when I remembered what he had called Luke when he first entered and I risked it,”Please, Daddy, eat my pussy.” He flashed a wide grin then trailed kisses up to my inner thigh, before blowing a small puff of air on my swollen nub, my body shuddering at the feeling.

“You’re so responsive, baby girl. God, I can’t wait till Mikey lets me fuck you.”he informed me, using his thumbs to spread my pussy lips open. Slowly, he leaned forward before sucking my clit into the inferno of his mouth, my hips arching in his hold.

“Oh God, please!” I cried out, one hand sliding through his hair, gripping tightly. He smirked and pushed two fingers into me, my walls clamping down in response.

“Ahh, it’s okay, don’t worry, it won’t be long til you’ve got something a little thicker and a lot longer than my fingers in your cunt. But til that happens, I think I’m just gonna curl my fingers up and fuck you.”he informed me, his tone nonchalant, like we were discussing the fucking weather.

“Daddy please! Please, I need to- oh God! I need to come, please!” I whimpered, fingers twisting in his hair. He groaned at the pain that raced across his scalp then tongued at my clit, flicking back and forth as he fingered me faster.

“Go on, Ashton, make her come again. She can take it.” Michael assured the blond between my legs. A grin curled against his pink lips before he sucked my nub into his mouth, never letting go as I thrashed in his hold.

“Oh my fuck, oh my fuck, ‘m going come, ‘m coming, please!” I cried, hips bucking up towards the pleasure racing through my body. He growled and pinned my hips to the bed, forcing me to drown in the delight of my orgasm, before he slowly pulled away, giving timid licks to bring me back to reality. My eyes fluttered open, a satisfied smirk stretched across his face, before he asked, “Are you okay, baby doll? You good to continue?”

“Y-Yeah. Just, give me a minute.” I panted, smoothing my hands down my trembling thighs.He crawled upwards, his hard cock bumping my folds, which pulled a moan from my throat, then he kissed me, equal parts of soft and sloppy.

“What a good girl you are, being so brave.”he breathed into the kiss, rubbing a calloused thumb over my nipple, causing my hips to jump.

“P-Please Daddy.. I need-“

“I know, baby doll, you just have to wait, okay? Wait for Sir to tell you what to do.”he instructed after giving me another kiss. I turned to stare at Michael who had unbuttoned his flannel, pale chest on display for all to enjoy, and whimpered, ”Please… please Michael?”

“No, kitten, be good, or you’re not going to get fucked.”he snapped, lifting two silk blue ties into the air. My teeth delved into my bottom lip then I pleaded,”Please Sir, please, I need someone to fuck me, please.”

He waved Ashton away and I let out a whine, annoyed that he sent the blond away, then Michael gathered my wrists together, tying them together, before he tied them to the bed frame.

“Sir, please, please, I need it. I need..” I begged, fingers digging into the knots. Calum stepped forward and dragged his fingers through my folds, asking, “You want my cock, pretty girl? Want me to pound you, fuck you til you’re mindless and you can’t stop begging for me to dick you down?”

I nodded eagerly but didn’t say a word. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

“You want Cal to fuck your pretty cunt, kitten?” Michael asked, clasping his hands together as he settled in the chair across from the bed.

“Yes, please Sir, please let Cal fuck my cunt.” I pleaded, thighs rubbing together in an effort to soothe the throbbing between my legs. His ruby lips curled into a wicked grin then he waited for a moment, thinking on what he should do, before he chirped,”Actually, I think I’m going to be the first to ruin that pussy of yours, if you’re agreeable, kitten?”

“Please Sir! Please fuck me, I’ll be so good for you!” A small groan let Ashton’s throat and I turned to the blond, eager to see why he was so riled but the sight that greeted me was one that I wasn’t expecting. Luke was now sucking his cock, the older man’s fingers tangled in his sub’s hair tightly.

“You like watching Lukey suck his Daddy off in front of you? Our baby is so good to us, kitten, but I’m sure that you’ll be extra nice to me, would you? Let me come in that pretty cunt till it’s dripping down your thighs? Is that what you want?”

“Please, please, please! Please fuck me, please come in me!” I begged, arms straining as I reached for him.

Michael smirked, pressing his hand down on my throat to silence me, before reaching for the button of his pants. I went quiet, watching as he pulled down his pants, his cock bobbing up to brush his stomach.

“Oh my God…” I whined, eyes widening at the sight. He was so thick and I couldn’t wait to feel how deep he would fuck me.

“You just can’t wait for my cock, can you, kitten?” Michael asked, beginning to stroke himself. I let out a small whimper and pleaded,”Please, Sir, please fuck me. I’ll be good, I swear.”

“I’m sure you will, kitten. Ready?” He crawled onto the bed after stepping out of his jeans then gave me a kiss, tongue lashing against mine, before he pulled away, gripping his cock.

“Gonna fuck you so damn good, kitten.”he snarled, teeth bared. A timid hand wrapped around my leg, helping me hook it around Mikey’s waist, and I turned my attention to the left, meeting the brightest blue eyes that I’ve seen in years. Luke gave a small smile and stated,”It’s okay, sweetheart, Mikey’s gonna take good care of you.”

“Luke,” Calum called to the blond, crooking his long fingers,”Come here.” I strained to watch what the dark haired man was going to do to the taller of the two, only for Michael to finally sink into my cunt, air blown from my lungs.

“Oh my fuck, yes.” I cried out when I was able to breath again. His large hand cradled the back of on my hair and I was somewhat surprised at his tenderness, only for him to yank backwards on my hair. I gasped and he pulled out slowly, asking, “You gonna take me good, kitten?”

“Yes, Sir, I will, please, I need you to fuck me. Please, I’ll be good for you, I just need you to fuck me!” I pleaded, arms straining against the blue material. His teeth sunk deep into my neck, sucking hickeys wherever he pleased, then he purred,”Alright kitten, I can do that.”

He set his own pace, fast and hard, with his large hands shoving my thighs open wider, then he snapped,”Watch me, kitten, don’t fucking move.” I stilled in his grasp even though I was desperate to move with him and I dug my teeth in my lip, watching as his muscles ripped with his effort. He grinded into me with a groan and murmured, ”Goddamn, sweetheart, what a sweet girl you are. You want to come on my cock?”

I started to debate on how to respond but before I could decide, my brain had another idea,”If you can even make me come.”

Collective gasps filled the air and that’s when I knew that I truly fucked up. Michael pulled out and for a moment, I thought that he would spank me or worse, deprive me of his cock, only for him to flip me on my stomach, pulling me up onto my knees. My fingers gripped the headboard tightly as he tangled his fist through my hair and yanked backwards, growling,”You're going to fucking regret that.” I let out a laugh and muttered,”Do your worst.”

He spanked me at my response and I let out a cry as he became to slam into me, his balls slapping against my clit, then he snarled,”Little brat likes running her mouth, huh? Not anymore. Calum, bring me her panties.” The dark haired man handed over my underwear and Michael stuffed them into my mouth, biting out,”This’ll teach you. Can’t say much now, can you?” I gave a small shake of my head then he continued to fuck me until the two of us finally fell over into our orgasms.

He unbound my hands, turning me onto my back, and pulled the underwear from my mouth, wiping at the corners of my lips, then asked,”Are you alright, kitten?” I gave a small nod and murmured,”Fine, just need a moment to breathe and some water please.” Ashton lifted my head and pressed the lid of a cold water bottle to my lips, allowing me to sip gently at the cool liquid, before pulling away.

I closed my eyes and Calum petted my hair, twisting the strands occasionally, then deft fingers found my clit and I arched with a cry, beginning to sob,”No, no, Christ, I can’t, please!” Luke made a soft noise in the back of his throat, more than likely to soothe me, then reassured me,”It’s okay, sugar, you can do it.”

My eyes opened and I tangled my fingers through his curls, tightening as he continued to rub soft circles on my clit. I bit my lip and murmured,”Well, I suppose you could make me come again.” His blue eyes lit up in delight then he asked,”Are you sure, sugar? If you don’t think we can handle it-“

“Please Sir, please fuck me. Please, I need to come around your pretty cock.” I pleaded, pulling a little harsher on his hair. He groaned, sucking a hickey on the underside of my jaw, and I heard Michael ask,”Are you sure you can handle that pretty pussy, Lukey?” His teeth sunk in his bottom lip then he growled out,”Don’t fucking patronize me, Michael. I know how to fuck a pretty girl mindless.”

“Then please do! Please, Sir, I need it, need it so bad, need your cock, Sir.” I whimpered, winding my somewhat boneless legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Luke let out another groan then slammed into me, balls slapping against my ass before he snarled,”Goddamn, you’re tight, sugar. I might not last.”

“If you don’t, I’m more than willing to make you come again. You and I both love when you’re overstimulated.” Calum chimed in, claiming the place beside us, tweaking both my and Luke’s nipple, earning whimpers from us. The blond swatted his friend and lover’s hand away and began picking up his pace, hiking my thigh higher for a better angle.

I gave a scream as he pressed his thumb against my clit, dragging another orgasm from me. My vision fluttered to black and I heard collective groans as Luke met his own orgasm, fists gripping the sheets tightly. He rolled away and cuddled into me, murmuring,”I can’t believe I made you squirt.”

“Dear God, he’s never going to let that die.” Ashton laughed, helping Michael clean me up. I smiled gently then kissed Luke, murmuring,”He earned it, he can brag about it.”

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sunriserose1023 · 5 years ago

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Crash and Burn: One

TITLE: Begin the Begin WORD COUNT: 5671 WARNINGS: Language, talk of arrests/jail, drinking, secret-keeping

AUTHOR NOTE: So here we go with Steve’s story from the Playing With Fire ‘verse. You can catch up with that story HERE so this one will maybe make sense. Good luck with this one, guys. This roller coaster you’re getting on will be angstier and darker than Playing With Fire was. All the chapter titles will be song titles, something that should hopefully make sense, considering Steve’s profession. Can’t wait to hear what you guys have to say!

You set the phone back in its cradle, writing the appointment down in the book. You glanced to your left when you heard a meow and you raised an eyebrow. The little white kitten laying there on a stack of charts meowed again and you leaned over, resting your elbows on the counter.

“Can I help you with something?”

She turned her head towards you and you smiled.

“You’re jonesing for an early lunch, aren’t you?”

The kitten made her way to you, rubbing her little body along your arm and you laughed, moving your hand to scratch at her head. Bucky walked out of the back room, brushing dog hair off of his dark blue scrub top. He lifted his head and smiled at you.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

You smiled, turning around, closing your eyes when he leaned in to kiss you. He lifted a hand to cup your face and rubbed his thumb on your cheek.

“Hungry?”

The kitten meowed again and you both glanced at her. You tilted your head towards her.

“She is.”

Bucky shook his head, reaching over and scooping her up in his hand. He held her to his chest and you lifted a hand to pet her. You smiled when you heard her begin to purr and Bucky shook his head again.

“We have enough to deal with at the house.” “I wasn’t thinking the house. I was thinking here at the office. She’s pretty independent, except for when she’s hungry. And she’s so sweet.”

Bucky sighed, shaking his head before he looked at you.

“Why can’t I ever tell you no?”

You grinned as you went on your toes and kissed his lips. You shrugged your shoulders and Bucky smiled.

“So anniversary number two is coming up.” “Oh, is it?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow and you giggled, taking the kitten from his hand, setting her back on the counter before you moved into his arms. His hands slid to gently rub your back and you looped your arms around his neck.

“Did you think we’d make it this far?” “Well, I was really hoping we’d make it through that first year.”

He rolled his eyes and you laughed, moving your hands to brush through his hair. Bucky smiled, looking down at your lips.

“You know, they say the third year is the hardest.” “Oh, really?” “Yeah, that’s when you find out if you can really stick it out.”

You pursed your lips, then nodded.

“I think we can do it.” “You think so?”

You leaned back a bit, raising an eyebrow.

“You don’t?”

Bucky smiled.

“I’m in this for the long haul, Mrs. Barnes.” “Good. Me too.”

Bucky leaned in and kissed you, and you stepped away from him to tidy up the front desk. Bucky crossed his arms over his chest as he watched you, lifting one hand to rub his thumb across his bottom lip.

“I saw a … suspicious withdrawal from our bank account this morning.”

Your hand faltered as you reached for the pens scattered over the desk. You swallowed before picking up where you’d left off, not saying a word. Bucky nodded behind you, glancing towards his left.

“I thought we agreed not to.” “I couldn’t say no.” “Y/N…”

You huffed out a breath, turning around to face him.

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t have done the same damn thing?” “I’m saying we agreed not to do it anymore, then you turn around and do it.”

You threw your hands out.

“Sam called and—“ “Sam?”

You sighed.

“He couldn’t get him out of this one.”

Bucky ran a hand over his face and you shook your head.

“What was I supposed to do? Leave him in jail?” “Maybe that would force him to get his shit together.”

You gave a laugh.

“You go ahead and stand there talking shit, but we both know you’d have sent the money quicker than I ever did.” “We can’t keep bailing him out every weekend.” “Why stop now? We’ve had a good thing going these past two years.”

You rolled your eyes as you stomped to lock the front door. Bucky sighed behind you as you lowered the blinds, keeping your hands on the door and hanging your head. After a moment, Bucky walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back until you were resting against his chest. You closed your eyes as Bucky whispered in your ear, one hand gently rubbing up and down your arm.

“You’re right. I’d bail him out in a heartbeat. I always have.” “I know we need to stop, but I … I can’t, Buck.” “I know, baby.”

He loosened his hold and you turned around, putting your face in his chest. He kissed the top of your head and you leaned back, seeing the storm clouds in his eyes. You lifted your hands to cup his face.

“What is it?” “I don’t know.”

You tilted your head, scratching your nails through his beard. Bucky sighed, shaking his head.

“I don’t know what it is, but I … I've got a bad feeling.” “About what?” “I honestly can’t tell you. It’s just … when I think about Steve or the future … it’s like this pit in my stomach.” “You going psychic on me?”

Bucky gave a quiet laugh, shaking his head. He leaned in and kissed you, and you held him in place, dragging the kiss on, until the two of you heard an insistent meow. You glanced back to the desk, where the little kitten was glaring at you. You kissed Bucky’s cheek, then walked over to the kitten and picked her up. You cuddled her against your chest and Bucky sighed.

“You need to name her if we’re going to keep her.”

You smiled as you pushed the door to the back room open. Bucky wasn’t too far behind you, watching as you put the kitten into one of the kennels, opening a can of food and scooping some into a small bowl for her.

“I was thinking Winter, since her fur is so white.” “Which has nothing to do with the Game of Thrones theme you’ve got going on.”

You shook your head, making your eyes wide as you turned to face him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “That mutt you insisted I bring home with the red fur? Sansa? And that little ninja daschund nobody wanted and you insisted we needed that you named Arya?”

You closed the kennel door after putting a bowl of water beside the food and you walked over to your husband, reaching up and grabbing his chin.

“You know nothing, Jon Snow.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, leaning in when you gently tugged on him and kissing you.

“I love you.” “I love you, too. And I can’t help the Game of Thrones stuff. I’m a Stark. It’s in my blood.” “You’re killing me, Smalls.”

You laughed, kissing him again. He reached out and grabbed your hand, running his thumb over your wedding ring.

“You know ... you’re not a Stark anymore, Mrs. Barnes.” “Maybe on paper, but once a Stark, always a Stark.”

Bucky groaned and you laughed as you tugged on his hand.

“Come on. I’m hungry.” “Yes, Lady Stark.” “Barnes.” “Make up your mind, would you?”

Your laughter echoed through the clinic as Bucky closed the door behind him.

You sat on the couch with Sansa the dog curled up beside you, a book on your iPad that you were reading, absently petting the dog when Bucky walked in, towel around his shoulders, hair still wet from his shower. He walked over to the couch and laid his hands on the back of it, bending down to kiss the top of your head. Sansa lifted her head as her tail started to wag, and you smiled as you leaned your head back, closing your eyes as Bucky leaned down and kissed your lips.

“You okay?”

You sighed and nodded, and Bucky walked around to sit beside you, smiling when Sansa moved to rest her head in his lap. He scratched behind her ears, looping his other arm around your shoulders. You turned to cuddle into his side, resting your head against his shoulder. He kissed your forehead, then spoke softly.

“What is it, babe?”

You shook your head.

“I don’t know. But ever since you told me earlier that you had a bad feeling, I’ve had one, too.” “About Steve?”

You nodded, and Bucky sighed. He ran a hand down his face, then shook his head.

“I’ve always been afraid something like this would happen. He’s so …” “He loves hard. When he loves, he does it with everything he’s got.”

Bucky nodded.

“Dizzy marrying someone else really messed him up.”

You nodded, stretching an arm across Bucky’s bare torso.

“Do you think he’ll ever come back?”

Bucky sighed.

“I hope so.” “I miss him, Buck.” “I know, baby. I miss him, too.”

You smiled, moving your hand to rest over his heart.

“I think him being gone has brought us closer, though.”

Bucky smiled, lifting a hand to cover yours.

“I agree. You were all I had there for a while.”

You lifted your head, pushing your hair out of your face as you met his eyes.

“I love you.”

Bucky smiled, pulling you closer, kissing you gently. You moved to straddle his lap, sucking in a breath when his warm fingers slipped under your shirt and began tracing patterns on your back. His lips moved to your neck and you closed your eyes, soaking in the feel of him and the warmth of his bare skin.

“Let me take you to bed.”

You nodded and he stood up, keeping you close and holding you as he made his way down the hall to your bedroom.

You lifted your head from the book you had hidden under the cabinet, smiling widely when Clint stepped into the clinic.

“Hey, long time no see.”

Clint rolled his eyes. You and Bucky had a standing double date night with Clint and Natasha, meeting at least once a week. Clint nodded towards your book.

“Busy day?” “Buck got called out for a horse situation about ten minutes ago. He’s going to be a while.”

Clint nodded, and you smiled.

“How’s Ivan the Terrible?” “Terrible!”

You laughed and he shook his head.

“Damn thing chews all my shit. I keep telling Nat to get rid of him, and I really thought she would when he chewed a pair of her shoes.” “Not the—“ “Red soles. He and I both stayed outside a long time that night.”

You smiled and Clint shook his head.

“Damn dog’s got Nat wrapped around his left front paw. That’s the one he limps on.”

You gave a soft sigh and Clint shook his head. He glanced around, then nodded to you.

“Do you have a minute?” “I’ve got many minutes, Barton.”

Clint’s lip quirked up a bit, and he swallowed. You raised an eyebrow, watching Winter creep along the counter, leaning out just a bit. Clint’s eyes widened, and he stepped forward, holding out a hand for the kitten to sniff. She did, then gave him an uninterested look before she walked away. You gave a laugh and Clint shook his head.

“I just wanted to let you know that Nat and I are going to have to bail on date night this week.” “What? Why?” “Work trips. I’ve got a sudden meeting in San Diego and she’s going … hell, I don’t even remember where she’s got to go.”

You made your bottom lip poke out and Clint groaned.

“Come on, kiddo. Don’t do that to me.”

You sniffed and turned your head away from him.

“Fine. Go on your stupid trip and miss out. Buck was making noises about that new sushi place you’ve been wanting to try, but now…” “Aw man, not the sushi!”

You smiled, turning back to Clint, seeing the smile on his face.

“Be careful.”

He gave you a wink.

“Always, babe. Tell Buck I’m sorry I’m going to miss his ugly mug.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and Clint laughed. He waved a hand as he walked out the door, making the bell above it jingle and you glanced over to see Winter licking one of her paws. She set her paw down and looked at you, walking over and rubbing her little body against your shoulder. She sat beside you and made a soft noise until you lifted a hand to scratch between her ears.

“I’m being silly, right?”

Winter purred and you swallowed before scooping her up and holding her against your chest.

“I’m being silly. He’s fine. Nat’s Fine.”

But you couldn’t shake that bad feeling that seemed to crawl up your spine again.

“Hello? Anybody home?”

You smiled when you heard the footsteps running towards you, and you laughed when Abby ran into your arms. You ran a hand over her short blonde hair, your heart turning at how grown up your seven-year-old sister now looked.

“Y/N, look!”

She smiled and you gasped at the gaps in her teeth.

“Did Grey punch you in the mouth? What happened to your teeth?!”

Abby laughed.

“No, silly. I lost them. The tooth fairy came and gave me twenty dollars!” “Wow. The tooth fairy’s gone up since I was a kid. I used to get like, fifty cents.”

Abby smiled over at Bucky as your mom walked into the room.

“The tooth fairy may have mistaken that twenty for another bill in her money sack, but the mistake wasn’t realized until it was too late.”

You laughed, stepping away from Abby to kiss your mom on the cheek. Bucky grabbed Abby and turned her upside down, filling the room with giggles and squeals. Pepper smiled at them, then turned to you.

“You doing okay?”

You nodded and she looped her arm through yours, leading you away from a now-upright and chattering Abby. Bucky sat her on the back of the couch and they began a conversation as you walked with your mom. Pepper patted your hand, bringing you with her into the kitchen.

“Where’s Grey?” “Basketball camp. Happy’s picking him up tomorrow.” “Where’s Pop?” “Down in the basement.” “The Man Cave?”

Pepper rolled her eyes, stepping away from you and walking to where a bottle of wine was open and waiting on the counter. She poured the two of you a glass and you took a sip from yours, sighing at the crisp taste.

“You okay, babe?”

You nodded.

“I’m just worried about Steve.” “Have you heard from him?”

You shook your head.

“Directly, not for about a year now.”

Pepper nodded, taking a sip from her wine glass.

“Still paying his bail?”

You pursed your lips and stared into your glass and she gave a quiet laugh.

“What is he doing?”

You shrugged, taking another drink.

“Sam Wilson calls every now and then. He moved to Nashville to keep an eye on Steve, you know? Guess it works out for everyone that he’s also a cop.” “Do you …”

Pepper sighed and you met her eyes. After a moment, she spoke again.

“Do you think it’s wise to keep doing what you’re doing?” “I can’t leave him in jail, Mama. I … I just can’t.” “What does Bucky think?” “He tried to take the high road last night and I knocked him back down a peg. Neither one of us can stand to think of him in some jail cell.” “So you keep bailing him out every time he calls?”

You stopped at that, closing your eyes.

“He doesn’t even call anymore.”

You finished off the wine in your glass, pouring yourself a refill. Pepper was quiet, and after you’d taken another drink, you looked to her.

“Say it.” “I don’t want to tell you what to do.” “Mom.”

Pepper sighed.

“It’s a parenting thing. How is he ever going to learn if you keep letting him take the easy way out?” “He’s not a child, Mom.” “He’s sure as hell acting like one, isn’t he?”

You blinked as Pepper set her glass aside, walking to you and laying her hands on your shoulders.

“I’m not telling you what to do. I just want you to think about whether or not you’re really helping him.”

You closed your eyes, and Pepper leaned in, kissing your forehead before she walked away. You lifted your hand to your lips, chewing on your thumbnail when Bucky stuck his head in the kitchen.

“Hey, there you are.”

He walked over and you let your hand fall, wrapping your arms around him and putting your face in his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around you.

“You okay?” “Just hold me.” “I got you, baby. Whatever it is, we’ll be okay.”

You nodded, moving to rest your head against his shoulder.

After dinner, when Abby had stolen Bucky away to show off her room and Patches her cat, you were sitting in the living room on the couch with your mom. Tony walked in with a tumbler of scotch, scanning the room and smiling at you. He bent down and kissed your mom, murmuring something under his breath before he turned to you, holding out a hand. You laid your hand in his and he tucked it in his arm, leading you out of the room.

“Can we talk?” “Always, Pop.”

He smiled, both of you going quiet as you headed down to his “man cave,” a laboratory/office area where he could pace and tinker when he couldn’t sleep. You went to the couch and sat down and he finished off his scotch before he took a seat in a chair across from you.

“So what’s up?”

Tony smiled, glancing down at his glass, setting it on the table beside his chair. He leaned back and crossed one ankle over his knee before meeting your eyes.

“Have you ever heard of the Mad Titan?”

You shook your head.

“Is that a book or something?”

Tony smiled and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Sounds like something Grey would be into. Some video game or comic book.”

Tony gave a quiet laugh.

“Yeah, it’d make a hell of a movie.” “What is the Mad Titan?”

Tony licked his lips.

“Not ‘what,’ honey. ‘Who.’” “The Mad Titan is a person?”

Tony nodded, and you shook your head.

“I’ve never heard of him.” “He’s the leader of a nearby crime syndicate.”

You lifted an eyebrow, a smile on your lips.

“Big words.” “Oh, shut up.” “Seriously, why didn’t you just say ‘the mob?’” “Because ‘nearby crime syndicate’ sounds cooler.” “Pop, you got to lay off the Law and Order reruns.”

Tony rolled his eyes and you giggled. Tony shifted in his chair and met your eyes again.

“Story time.”

You clapped your hands, getting more comfortable on the couch. Tony took in a breath, looking down at his hands as he started speaking.

“Twenty years ago, this man comes to power in the mob. Thanos is ruthless, demanding. Certifiably insane.” “Thanos?”

Tony met your eyes and nodded.

“I think he’s Greek or something.”

You made a face, and Tony smiled as he continued.

“Even as hardcore as the man could be, his section of the mob ran pretty smoothly. They managed to stay off the Feds’ radar, even though everyone knew what was happening. But then ten years ago … Thanos went off the rails.” “Why?” “His wife died.”

Tony shook his head.

“He lost his mind when she died. Of course, nothing could ever be proven as to whether or not her death was an accident. But he … god.”

Tony shook his head again, looking down at his hands as he slowly rubbed them together.

“Thanos targeted a different mob and completely decimated them. Another mob took their place and he left them alone. He turned his sights towards another mob and wiped them out, but the one right next door, he left alone.”

Tony swallowed, standing up and walking to the liquor cabinet, pouring himself another two fingers of scotch. He turned back to you and you shook your head. Tony took a sip of the drink, then made his way back to the chair.

“Thanos and his wife had three children. Ronan, Nebula, and Gamora.”

Your eyes widened and Tony nodded.

“I think the wife was a hippie.” “Clearly.”

Tony flashed you a smile, then went on with his story.

“Ronan was always in competition with his father. Wanted to be like him, be better than him. He fucked up a few years back and he’ll be lucky if he ever sets foot outside super max.”

You blinked as Tony went on.

“Nebula is desperate for Thanos’ attention. She’ll do whatever he asks and doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty. She’s slick, though, and always manages to slip under the radar.”

Tony sighed.

“But Gamora … Gamora’s the favorite. Thanos adores her, and he tried grooming her to be the one to take over for him when he retires. But Gamora happens to be the only one with a conscience.”

You tilted your head and Tony sipped his scotch.

“She worked as an informant for the Feds for a while.” “Why’d she stop?” “Classic story. Girl meets boy, girl falls in love, introduces boy to her daddy, who decides he’d make a good heir to the throne.”

Tony shook his head, a disgusted look on his face.

“Thanos shifted his attention from Gamora to her husband, and the son-in-law … he’s a sociopath.”

Tony downed the rest of his scotch, baring his teeth at the burn down his throat. He stared down at the glass in his hands as he spoke.

“Few years back, Gamora was in a horrific car accident. Icy roads. She was killed on impact. Thanos and her husband … they never got over it.”

Tony shook his head.

“The son-in-law went batshit crazy. He was bloodthirsty, lethal, even more ruthless than the old man. He sure as hell made a name for himself, and then took everyone by surprise a couple of years ago when he remarried.”

You looked up from where you’d been staring at your own hands as Tony went on.

“Thanos surprised everyone by allowing it to happen. And things seemed to quiet down. But it looks like they’re amping up again, and …”

Tony sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes. You licked your lips, speaking softly.

“Pop?”

He looked to you and you blinked before you spoke.

“How do you know all this stuff?”

Tony gave you a smile and sighed.

“I … dabble in consulting with the Feds.” “You’re shitting me.”

Tony coughed a laugh, shaking his head.

“Nope. Telling the God’s honest truth this time. And since we’re on the subject, I also told two of the agents that I’d take the responsibility of telling you about this.” “Me? Why? What agents?” “Clint and Natasha.”

You sat up, wide eyes blinking.

“Clint and Natasha?”

Tony nodded, and you shook your head.

“No, they’re … they …”

Tony nodded again.

“Secret agents are a real thing.” “What, like James Bond?” “Exactly. Well, actually, Natasha could kick Bond’s ass if they … that’s beside the point.” “Pop.”

He met your eyes and you shook your head again.

“Why are you telling me this?”

Tony swallowed.

“Two nights ago, all hell broke loose. The son-in-law’s wife got word to an undercover agent that she needed out. We managed to get her out, but it … god, it was a bloodbath.” “Pop.” “She didn’t have anywhere to go, so they took her to a safe house, but it … it wasn’t safe.” “Pop.”

He looked to you and shook his head.

“I wouldn’t tell you this if I didn’t absolutely have to. I’ve tried to keep you and your brother and sister out of this, but I … I can’t stop it anymore.”

He pushed a hand through his hair.

“They’re bringing her here late tonight.”

You felt your breath speed up, your chest heaving slightly as you moved to put shaking legs on the ground.

“Are we in danger?”

Tony shook his head.

“Not here. As long as you’re in this house, you’re fine. No one can touch you here.” “Pop—“ “Honey, the White House isn’t as safe as we are right now.”

You shook your head.

“We can’t stay here. We’ve got the dogs at home, and—and Bucky’s clinic. He’s got to work, Pop. We can’t just—“ “We need you, kiddo.”

You met his eyes, shaking your head again. He stood up, walking to sit beside you, taking your hands.

“I tried everything I could to keep you out of this, but … She needs you.” “Who does? The wife? The son-in-law’s wife? Pop, you’ve got to give me some names here. I feel like we’re speaking in code.”

Tony gave you a small smile, then nodded. He took a breath, exhaling before he spoke again.

“Thanos’ son-in-law is named Peter Quill.”

Your eyebrows drew together, and you shook your head before your eyes widened. You looked back at Tony, giving a shake of your head.

“No.” “Honey.” “Pop, tell me it’s …” “Breathe, sweetheart.”

You did as he asked, glancing at the floor before meeting his eyes again.

“Pop, Dizzy married a man named Peter Quill.” “I know, honey.” “She … is she okay?” “She’s hanging in there.” “Where is she?”

Tony gave your hands a squeeze.

“Babe, listen. You still have a choice in this. You can turn around and leave here and you won’t even notice the security team I’ll have on you.” “Pop—“ “Listen to me.”

You went quiet at the urgency of his voice.

“Dizzy is in a great deal of trouble, and there’s a target on her back. She’s confessed a ton to the Feds already, but if Quill gets even a millisecond of a chance, he’ll kill her without a second thought.”

You swallowed and Tony held tightly to your hands.

“Happy’s going to sneak your mom and the kids out in the middle of the night tonight. You can go with them, no questions asked.”

You shook your head.

“I can’t leave, Pop. Not when you’ve told me all this. Not when it’s Dizzy. And what about Bucky?”

Tony stretched his neck until it popped, exhaling hard.

“We can’t involve him.”

You gave a laugh.

“Like hell.” “Honey.” “So … what am I supposed to do? I tell him I’m leaving him and move back here?” “Yes.” “Pop.”

You took your hands from his, standing up and shaking your head. Tears filled your eyes as you turned to face him.

“I can’t do that.” “Honey, we—“ “If you can protect me, you can protect him.” “It’s not that simple.”

You sniffled, shaking your head.

“Don’t ask me to do this. Please, Pop. Don’t make me … I can’t lose him. Not after everything …”

You shook your head again, covering your mouth as sobs broke from your chest. Tony closed his eyes, shaking his head as he stood up and went to you, taking you in his arms.

“I’m sorry. God, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”

He kissed the top of your head, and after a moment, you’d calmed down enough to pull back from him. You walked to one of the side tables, pulling tissues from the box and wiping your face.

“Why can’t we tell him?” “The less people who know about this, the better.” “Does Mom know?” “She knows something’s up, but she doesn’t know the details. She trusts me enough to go along with what I ask her to do.”

You nodded.

“But I’m supposed to put my marriage on the line for … some cryptic bullshit you won’t even tell me the whole story of?”

Tony blew out a breath.

“It is not that simple.”

You groaned and turned to face him, voice rising as you spoke.

“Make it simple!” “Barton’s on life support!”

You stopped, feeling your heart stutter in your chest.

“What did you just say?”

Tony blew out an exasperated breath, pushing his hands through his hair.

“Natasha was involved with the extraction, getting Dizzy out. Clint was on guard at the safehouse. The safehouse was attacked an hour after they got there, and Barton took four shots to the chest.”

You gasped, a hand moving to cover your mouth. Tony shook his head.

“Two of the bullets missed any vital organs, one embedded in his shoulder. But one ripped through the upper lobe of his right lung and they had to remove it.” “The bullet?” “The upper part of his lung.”

Shaky legs led you back to the couch and you sat down hard, leaning forward and resting your elbows on your knees. Tony moved to sit beside you, laying a hand against your back.

“He’s a fighter. He’s hanging in there.” “Where is he?”

Tony sighed.

“I can’t tell you that.”

You turned your head to look at him and he lifted his shoulders, a sad smile on his face.

“I can tell you that he’s in good hands.” “Doesn’t really help much.” “I know.” “How’s Nat?” “Focused on the task at hand.”

You nodded, and after a moment of silence, you glanced over your shoulder to see a storm of emotions on Tony’s face.

“Pop, what is it?”

He sighed, meeting your eyes once more.

“There’s one more thing I haven’t told you. Something that I hope will make this all make sense. The real reason we need your help.”

You walked into the kitchen on shaky legs, mind whirling with the information you’d just absorbed. You laid your hands on the countertop, closing your eyes and letting out a shaky breath.

“Hey gorgeous.”

Your heart leapt to your throat when you heard his voice, and you turned. You closed your eyes as Bucky moved his hands to hold your face, kissing you gently. You moved your hands to his biceps, and when he broke the kiss, you moved into his arms, putting your face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, speaking softly.

“Baby, what is it?”

You couldn’t speak, because you knew if you tried, you wouldn’t be able to be coherent through the tears. When you felt some semblance of strength, you pulled back, but you made the mistake of looking up into his eyes.

Bucky’s normally icy blue eyes were a stormy gray, full of worry as he studied your face. You gave a shaky breath, closing your eyes as you left the safety of his arms, turning your back to him and lifting a trembling hand to your lips.

“Baby, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

You swallowed, squeezing your eyes shut tighter, giving a shaking breath. You let your hand fall to your side, moving your thumb to rub over your wedding ring.

“Buck, I, uh … I”m going to need some time.” “Time for what?” “To think about things.”

You glanced down, feeling your heartbeat speed up as your breathing increased. You stared at the way your diamond ring sparkled in the light of your parents’ kitchen and heard Bucky’s heavy footsteps as he slowly walked closer to you.

“What things?”

You swallowed, unable to answer him. He spoke again, voice hardening.

“What things, Y/N?”

You closed your eyes again, biting your tongue at the way he almost growled out the words. You were so used to him speaking towards you with kindness and love, and this tone seemed out of place and unnatural.

Of course, what you were doing was also unnatural.

You swallowed, exhaling sharply and lifting your head.

“I just need some time, Bucky. Let me stay here and I’ll call you soon.” “Where the hell is this coming from?”

You couldn’t answer him.

“We were fine earlier today, and now you need some time? What happened? What did Tony tell you?” “Bucky, please.” “No, damn it! Talk to me.”

You put your face in your hands, taking a breath before tucking your hair behind your ears.

“I love you, but I—“ “Don’t give me that shit.”

You lifted a hand to press against the ache in your chest and you shook your head. Bucky cursed under his breath, then addressed you.

“Turn around.”

You shook your head, starting to step forward, but hitting the countertop. Bucky’s hands landed on your shoulders to steady you, and you swallowed. You took in a shaky breath when his hot breath hit your ear.

“The least you can do is look at me while you’re leaving me.”

You stared straight ahead, tears filling your eyes. Your voice was barely a whisper.

“I can’t. Please don’t ask me to do that.” “Why not?” “Bucky, please.”

He took hold of your shoulder, forcing you to turn around and face him. As soon as your eyes met his, you shook your head, knees buckling as you fell into his arms. He held you tightly, one hand stroking your hair.

“What is it? Baby, talk to me.”

You moved shaking hands to touch his face, brushing your fingers through his hair, holding his head. He stared into your eyes and you slowly shook your head.

“I can’t do this.” “Do what, baby?” “I’m just trying to keep you safe.” “Safe from what?”

You shook your head, pulling Bucky closer and putting your face in his neck. Tony stepped into the kitchen then, giving a sigh when he saw the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms. He ran a hand down his face and met Bucky’s eyes.

“You’ve still got a chance. You can take her and get the hell away from here.” “Tell me what the fuck is going on.” “I can, but if I do … there’s no going back.”

You put your face in his shoulder and Bucky tightened his arms around you. Tony nodded, motioning towards the table.

“Let’s take a seat.”

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Heavenuva Boss

Not too far away from Holy City lay a beautiful area within the clouds of Heaven. A floating white sign read “Welcome to Elf City: est. 1981.” The sky was blue and the buildings and streets immaculate. Elves of various colors and sizes were chatting among themselves, while others walked around with their families. Many of them were hard at work, wrapping presents for Christmas, saving food to give to the homeless, cleaning a nearby park, and caring for the ill. Some of them liked to volunteer just for something to do. There were also miracle workers, whose job was to travel to different realms and bestow blessings to those on Earth or in other realms in Heaven. Hell was forbidden for obvious reasons. Some elves went around, saving people’s lives or healing their wounds once they prayed.

The most well-known miracle bestowing company was located in a tall office building surrounded by golden halo clouds. Posted on a door were the words “E.L.F.” Headquarters and on a taped piece of paper, “Meeting in progress” was scribbled on it.

On a white board was a line graph and a bar graph, the line slowly moving downwards from a blue happy face to a red sad face. “Docile is the best, by Docile” was written off to the side. A white Christian Cross was drawn in the center of the wooden table surrounded by black leather chairs.

Up front, a black, white, and blue colored elf paced back and forth. He had large pointed white ears that jutted off to the sides between the sides and top of his head. He had large purple eyes. The left side of his face was blue and the right side of his face was dark gray. He wore a long white business suit with blue buttons and purple circles on the sleeves with a cross in the centers. White boots with blue outlines covered his feet while white fingerless gloves covered his hands. A white hoof-shaped mark lay on his forehead like a birthmark. A little green pin attached to his undershirt had a happy face on it. A black halo with thorns on it hovered over his head.

Docile looked toward his audience of two elves and a humanoid cat sitting on chairs around the table.

“All right, now I know business has been…a bit stressful lately. We’ve had to keep up demands and during the rush, not everyone can be saved.” He pointed toward the graph. “It seems that more and more people aren’t counting on miracles from angels and God to help themselves feel better. I don’t know how our company will fare if this keeps sloping down. It’s no one’s fault, okay? I just think that some of us could…help with improving their attitudes… Woxxie.”

Woxxie raised her eyebrows. The grumpy imp woman had a blue face, short white hair with a black spot on it and displayed a row of sharp teeth. She wore white gloves and a white tank top over a long white skirt. Her eyelashes extended past her face. Like the others, she had a black wiry halo over her head.

Docile continued. “Now does anyone have any ideas on how we can business drumming up again?”

Willie, the bubbly elf, raised his hand. He had a blue face, purple eyes, and black hair framing his face. Black freckles were present under his eyes, black halo above his head. He wore a light blue bow tie and a white business suit similar to Docile’s.

Willie grinned, “What…about…a billboard?”

“That’s a thought, Willie, but there are advertisements everywhere in Heaven,” Docile mentioned. Then his eyes brightened and he waved his hands. “How about a car wash?”

Woxxie crossed her arms. “We’re a company, not a go-to fundraising event, sir.”

Docile wondered over to Woxxie and put her in a headlock. “So helpful, Woxxie, I’m really glad you’re in the room right now.” He gently shoved her aside, sarcasm in his voice. “Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?”

Docile turned on the TV and a series of clips showed up on screen: Docile bandaging an angel’s wings, Woxxie helping a man walk, Sunna, the cat purring at a crying girl, Willie saving someone using CPR.

Docile held a bowl of popcorn for everyone to eat. Sunna, the brown furred, black stripped cat, wore a white dress with a sun on it. She wore a gold cross necklace around her neck. She was purring contently while sniffing her last leaf of catnip she brought. A nearby poster showed Docile and his two elf sisters Mia and Tia with an award for being the best care-providers.

“Ah, those were good times,” he smiled.

Willie happily ate a piece of popcorn on the table.

Woxxie scowled. “Don’t need any reminding sir, considering you blew most of our salaries to help a rival pharmaceutical company with their advertisement, one that you additionally paid to have us hold their hands and sing for three whole weeks on a channel, everybody watches!”

“Hey, uh excuse me?” Docile looked back, insulted. He stood up. “What’s so “obnoxious” about generosity and a super fun song, alright? It’s a fun distraction when an advertisement’s spitting lies.” He walked across the room.

“People love musicals, sir,” added Willie.

“Exactly, Willie,” Docile smiled, “and we’re basically doing a musical.” Docile did jazz hands before during to Woxxie. “Are you gonna criticize my musical theater dreams like my dad did?”

“Sir…” Woxxie began, but Docile cut her off.

“Because all I see right now is my Dad and his angry eyes glaring at me, criticizing my dreams of being, who I truly am inside.” He turned his head away.

Willie leaned in toward his wife and spoke in a teasing tone, “Are you trying to crush his dreams, Woxxie?”

“I…what?” she stuttered.

He leaned in closer, eyebrows raising up and down playfully. “I thought I knew you.” Woxxie rolled her eyes.

Docile turned back to Woxxie, tears in his eyes. “I can’t believe you, Woxxie. And after I made you Employee of the Month.” He held up a picture of Woxxie with a large grin of sharp teeth.

Woxxie threw up her hands. “Okay, sir, I’m sorry, but a commercial jingle is not comparable to musical theater. Nobody actually likes the jingles.”

“I liked it!” Willie popped up.

Woxxie turned to him, finger shaking. “Do not…do not agree with him in front of me.”

In a commercial, Docile spoke in front of purple curtains. “Hi I’m Docile, the “e” is silent and I’m the founder of E.L.F.” Docile leaned against the L in the logo, with Willie and Woxxie posing on either side. Docile continued, “Are you a piece of gold that got yourself sent to Heaven?” The picture showed Docile dressed in a superhero outfit with a red cape. “Or are you a conflicted convict who just happened to have your life cut short by someone else?” The next picture showed Docile dressed in a red devil costume choosing whether or not to quit smoking and drugs.

A blue winged angel with a tiger’s head spoke, “After defending myself against my psycho brother and preaching about God, you could imagine my surprise when I wound up here, after the coronavirus killed me. I really wish I could give my family well-wishes and advise them to kick my brother out.”

Docile continued, standing in a church with Willie and Woxxie nearby.

“Well, luckily for you, thanks to our company’s special access to the living world, we can help you take care of your unfinished business by saving anyone who may have helped you out when you were alive!” Docile happily climbed up a flight of golden steps.

Then the jingle began:

“When you want somebody saved

And you wanna go behave

Call the Efficient Lifesaving Fellows

Whether First Aid or CPR

We’ll make sure you all go far

Efficient Lifesaving Fellows

We do our job so fine

‘Cause we come straight from Cloud Nine

We’ll save your husband or your wife

We’ll even help extend your life

The Efficient Lifesaving Fellows

Pets live for freeeeee”

A brown haired woman stole a guy’s wallet and kicked him in the groin. She ran off and then got shot by police. Yet she only went unconscious. The doctors took her to the emergency room while the imps waited. A doctor walked in on the elves in the waiting room.

“She’s in stable condition, but she’ll need rest. Now what kind of insurance do you freaks have?”

“God’s chosen don’t need insurance,” Docile said.

The elves and the woman were promptly kicked out of the hospital and sent back to Heaven.

The jingle ended with “Pets live for freeee!”

Woxxie spoke up, hands in front of her. “I’d like to go on record and say that incident was Sunna’s fault. Dispatch is supposed to give the right info on the client. It’s very simple.”

“I’m sorry, Woxxie, I did the nest I could,” Sunna said.

Woxxie fumed, stuttering “’Sorry’ doesn’t cover it…do your job!”

“Hey, now we don’t blame screw-ups on Sunna, okay?” Docile said. “She didn’t do anything wrong.” Sunna walked over and embraced Docile in a tight hug, Docile straining to break free.

“Are you kidding me, sir? She’s awful!”

Sunna thought back to the time when she was a receptionist at a desk. The old rotary phone rang, sounding like cats meowing. She picked up the fish-shaped phone.

“Thank you for calling E.L.F. How may we bless you?” Sunna asked.

Willie was on the other end. “There’s a customer ranting about Satan. He wants to commit suicide…”

“Tell him that suicide will not make things better.”

“He wants to rant and curse to you…”

“Just got a call on the other line, apologies.”

Sunna hung up the phone, glancing back at her Fancy Feast Feline magazine.

Another memory came back to Sunna, which took place at her house.

“Happy Adoption Anniversary, Sunny,” said Docile. “I got a little something for you.” He showed her a gift in his hands.

Sunna smiled. “Is it spiders to play with?”

“I…uh…”

“Then I want it!” she exclaimed happily, tearing open the gift. She took out a white pill and looked in confusion.

“I’m sorry, it was a cure for syphilis,” Docile said, moving toward the wall.

“Docile, it’s a placebo!” Sunna cried, crushing the sugar pill in her paw. “There is no cure!”

There was one other time when Sunna watched Caroline singing/screaming “Inside of Every Angel is a Monster.” Woxxie walked over, holding a piece of paper in her hands.

“Um, did you just send me an ad for beauty makeovers?”

“Yes,” Sunna replied.

“Is it because I’m so gorgeous?” Woxxie asked with a grin.

“Come on,” Sunna teased. “Just the opposite.”

Later, Sunna rummaged around, looking for something in the kitchen.

“Who left this tuna salad in the fridge?”

“Wasn’t me,” said Willie. “It was there from yesterday.”

“Is this yours Wox?”

No answer.

“Well, I’m taking it because I have the best feeling right now.”

She closed the door and gulped down the food.

“Now why would you get happy on a work day?” Willie asked, nearby.

“I’m happy from this morning, Willie Nilly,” she giggled.

Woxxie walked inside. “Is that my lunch?”

“I’m so sorry!” Sunna said, then brightened. “You know what? I’ll just go get you another one before work! Time to enjoy my tenth life!”

Sunna raced outside with a “Wheeee!” and helped an elderly elf cross the street.

“Docile!” Sunna called in the office, “Your privileged boss’s on the phone. Says it’s urgent and wants to talk to you. Sounds a little DTP y.” (Down to Punish)

“Oh no that was one time!” Docile yelled, splashing water on himself in front of Woxxie.

“We wouldn’t have access to the living world if I hadn’t let myself get punished by him.

“You what?” Woxxie asked, concerned.

“I stole a Bible after getting whipped for the sins I did.”

“Docile!” Sunna cried.

“I heard you already!” Docile yelled before stomping into his office to play with bobble heads of himself, Woxxie and Willie.

“So, what can I do you for, Stolos?” Docile asked on his cell phone in his office.

The brown owl kind spoke from his castle, wearing a crown, white top hat and blue robes. “There’s a politician who’s causing lots of trouble on Earth. He wants to convince people that the coronavirus isn’t dangerous.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Well, it is, but more people die when no extra precautions are taken. And it gets crowded here.”

“Well that makes sense.”

“You know what happens when I’m stressed, Docy?”

“Oh no…” Docile began.

“When I’m stressed, I become angry. And when I’m angry, I have to whip your back and **** strike your **** with a flaming sword, cast you into a windy dessert, freeze you into ice in the lowest level, make you swim in the lake of fire for 1 million ******hours, hang you on a wooden cross for sins you didn’t commit and leave you begging for His mercy like an imperfect mortal!”

Docile hung up the phone and tossed the pieces to Sunna. “Here play with these. And you know after you put it in your mouth?”

“Yeah?”

“Vomit it off a bridge.”

Docile continued, “Look, the point is, Sunna is a valued member of our family and we don’t get rid of families.”

“We aren’t a family, sir,” Woxxie pointed out. “You are the boss. We are the employees. You treat her like she’s some hyperactive teenager. She’s more like a catnip addicted spoiled woman you let man the phones.”

Sunna stuck out her tongue at her.

“That is offensive,” Docile said. “Without rich people, I wouldn’t have half the joy and laughter I do in this life.” Docile opened the blinds and saw an angel dressed in a golden suit getting his picture taken by a crowd of people. Docile waved at a lovely white-haired blue-faced elf woman wearing a white dress with little white feathery wings on them before closing the blinds.

Woxxie crossed her arms. “While we’re on the subject of “family,” can you stop finding Willie and me outside of work?”

“Come on, it’s not that big a deal,” Willie said.

Woxxie’s eyes grew wide. “Excuse me…what?! I asked Willie for some lemons, he said “sure, honey.” Docile was suddenly fixing our oven just when we were about to make angel’s food cake!”

Willie laughed, “Docile said “the best aide is lemonade when life gives you lemons.” So funny!”

Willie and Woxxie remembered the song they sang, while Willie played on guitar:

“Of all the perfect elves,

It’s with him, I’m myself

Oh Willie.”

They leaned in for a kiss when Woxxie whirled around toward the window. Docile had a video camera outside.

“Are you bucking filming us right now?!”

Back in the present, Woxxie seethed. “Just. Stop. Doing that.”

“I don’t see what the issue is,” Docile said. “Just love good classic romance, holy matrimony…and the honeymoon bonus scenes.”

Sunna rolled her eyes, while Woxxie fumed.

“Sir, what you say and how you act is totally INAPPROPRIATE!” Woxxie stood up.

“Calm down, Wox,” Willie said, pulling her back down. “You’re gonna have another panic attack.”

“I AM CALM!” Woxxie yelled before Willie patted her head. “Shh there, there,” she said, while Woxxie whimpered.

Docile spoke again. “Look I don’t judge what you do outside of working hours, so don’t judge me.”

Veins popped out of Woxxie’s eyes. “Oh I do judge you, sir. Quite a lot, actually.”

She crossed her arms while Willie gasped in fear.

“Wox, he’s our boss!”

“No, it’s fine, Willie,” Docile mentioned. “Your wife is just…how do I say this without being offensive…bossy.”

“Does immaturingly insulting me make you feel better about your sad single life?” Woxxie asked.

“Not really, but it’s still fun,” Docile admitted.

Sunna added to Woxxie, “Even though you can be a grump sometimes, I still appreciate your company.”

“Please don’t call her a grump, kitty cat!” Willie protested.

“Do not criticize my assistant that way,” Docile said. “She’s sensitive.”

“Yes I am,” admitted Sunna.

“You guys are freaking amazing!”

Everyone turned to look. A pale spirit of a brown-haired teen girl floated nearby, wearing a prisoner uniform.

“Oh thank you, kid,” said Docile. “It’s something for you to witness this.”

“Ugh, this company’s such a mess,” Woxxie exclaimed.

“Alright, let’s get back to talking about my outfit!” Docile said out of nowhere.

“Nobody was talking about that,” Sunna mentioned.

“Which is why I’m trying to get that ball rolling, so how does it look? It’s good, right?”

The spirit pointed her finger at Docile, “It was heaven being able to rest after being shot by police for mugging a guy, but now…I miss my family. I want life!”

“You,” she said pointing to Docile, “You’re a selfless frugal clown. And I’m a young teen. We’re not supposed to like clowns.”

Woxxie scoffed, “Calling us clowns are ya…”

The spirit added, “If I wanted to talk to a pretty, organized woman, I’d look her in the eye and ask, “How in the world did I get here?”

“That’s my wife you’re talking to,” Willie said proudly.

“I figured you for an athlete but I didn’t know you’d get even luckier. And you.”

“Yeah what about me?” Sunna asked.

“You’re just purrfect. I was never a dog person.”

Sunna purred.

“Wow you really are kind of a nice slab of diamonds,” Docile said.

Woxxie rolled her eyes. “Such a flirt trying to make herself innocent.”

Sunna spoke up. “Hey guys, I just got a text from our client, says she’s the right one after all.”

“Who?” Docile asked.

“Her.”

“Me?” asked the spirit.

“Yep.”

“They wanted us to save an actual convict?” Docile asked.

“That’s what they’re saying.”

Docile frowned. “Well Satan in a heater, I guess there is a Devil.” He waved his hands, supplying oxygen to her and she woke up back on Earth in the hospital.

Docile spoke about E.L.F.: “You know folks, with this company, I really wanted to prove that we’re capable of doing the same things anyone else can, like saving people. So from us here at the Efficient Lifesaving Fellows group, we promise to settle your unfinished business or your money is gone and you’re never getting it back and you can write us a bad review but we’ll play dumb to it because it’s Heaven and business is business.”

Everyone wrapped Docile in a hug, whole he rolled his eyes. Then he said, “Even though the kid was a client, she’s still a convict. It’s important that we’ve handled this going forward, respectfully.” Everyone smiled in the hug.

Back on Earth, the elves cornered the escaping woman and sent her to a juvenile detention center. The police looked up at the elves through a portal.

“You’re welcome!” Docile called with a wave before the portal closed.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #heavenuva boss #haven hotel #2p

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In Which a Giant Wizard Noms a Firewitch

A story for @vore-scientist!

Characters: @vore-scientist’s Yonah, half-giant half-firewitch (he/him). My Aji, firewitch (they/them) and Soot, cat (she/her).

Contains safe, soft, consensual vore. No swallowing in this one, though, but lots of mouthplay.

Exactly 5000 words long, which I didn’t plan, but wow, cool coincidence, right!?

Yonah had spent most of the day working in his garden, and as it drew to a close, he decided to relax there too. He picked out a book from his collection and leaned up against the tower wall to read it. At his full height, of course, since most of his story books were giant sized. Soon, he was fully immersed in the book, and without his noticing it, the day grew later and the light began to fade.

Ordinarily, Yonah would have noticed an intruder much sooner. However, his attention was all on the book and he didn’t realize he wasn’t alone until a voice spoke over his thoughts.

“Hello?”

Yonah looked up, surprised. It took him a moment to pull his mind out of the world of the book, but once he did, he discovered that he could clearly smell a human. The scent was strong, indicating that they had probably been there for some time. Yonah took a deep breath, trying to pinpoint where the scent was coming from. Ah. He turned his head, eyes locking onto the human. They were standing a few yards away, thankfully on the path and not in any of his plants, looking up at him. “Hello,” Yonah answered slowly, looking the human over.

They were wearing long flowing robes, and there was a black cat perched on their left shoulder. This, Yonah realized, was a witch. And not just any witch. Their hair, very short on both sides and longer on top, was as red as a human’s hair could naturally be. That, combined with the spicy undertone of their scent, made it clear that this was a firewitch. That might help explain why they were willing to just approach a giant. Still, what were they doing here?

“Sorry to interrupt you,” the firewitch said, and they truly did sound apologetic. “I’m lost. Can you give me some directions?”

Yonah looked out into the forest beyond his clearing, and then back to the hopeful firewitch. “No,” he said, and their face fell. Feeling a bit sorry for them, Yonah added, “The forest moves around a lot.”

“Oh,” the firewitch said sadly. They looked up at the sky, and Yonah followed their gaze. It was drawing toward evening. Had he really been caught up in his book for that long? Apparently. Wait, the human was talking again. He returned his attention to them. “-nywhere useful before nightfall.” They looked up at him again, hopeful look returning. “Any chance I could camp by your tower tonight?”

“You realize I’m an Evil Giant Wizard, right?” Yonah asked, frowning. He let his eyes start to glow.

The fire witch nodded. “Kinda guessed, with the tower covered in thorns, and your—” they gestured to Yonah— “wizard’s garb.” They were annoyingly calm, and didn’t seem remotely intimidated. Yonah realized that they had been standing in his garden for the last several minutes, watching him read. A half-giant clearly captivated by a storybook probably didn’t look very Evil. As if to agree with this thought, the cat began to wash her face, disinterested in the conversation.

Yonah scowled, and he felt his hair grow warm, threatening to burst into flame. “Aren’t you afraid I’m going to eat you or something?” he demanded.

“You wouldn’t be the first,” the firewitch answered, surprising him with how calmly they said it. They continued, “I’d rather not be swallowed by a giant I don’t know, but I wouldn’t object if you wanted rent in form of tastings.”

Yonah blinked, the fire suddenly vanishing from his eyes in his surprise. Before he could respond, the cat paused in her washing and meowed at her witch.

“Okay, Soot,” the firewitch said, petting it. They looked back up at Yonah. “I’d be paying for both of us, though. My cat doesn’t care for mouths. Or spit.”

Yonah eyed them for a moment longer, and the firewitch looked back, waiting. Finally, Yonah nodded. “Okay,” he said. The firewitch lit up. Literally: their hair began to glow, in addition to the happy look that spread quickly across their face. Before they could say anything, Yonah continued, stating his conditions. “You can stay here for the night, but I will be collecting on that offer. And no touching my plants.”

The firewitch nodded quickly. “Deal!” they said cheerfully. “My name’s Aji, and my cat is Soot.”

“Yonah,” said Yonah. He closed his book, tucking it under his arm. “Let’s get you set up, then,” he said, reaching for the firewitch. Aji didn’t resist at all as his hand wrapped around their torso, just lifted their arms so that they didn’t get caught against their sides. Yonah stood, turning back to his tower. The cat mewled indignantly at the motion, and Aji lifted a hand to pet her, whispering something soothing.

At his tower, Yonah looked up at the window, which was his only way in. It was fifteen meters up, which was over twice his height, even when he wasn’t shrunken down. Ordinarily, he might jump up to it, but he didn’t want to risk it with a human in his hand. He’d have to scale the vines. Yonah looked back down at the firewitch.

“Can you keep your balance if I put you on my shoulder?”

Aji peered up at the windowsill. “While you climb?” they asked. “Yes, as long as you don’t mind me clinging to your clothes.” Soot mewled again, giving the firewitch what Yonah thought was a very annoyed look. “Don’t worry, Soot,” Aji said soothingly, petting her. “I won’t drop you.”

Yonah set the firewitch on his shoulder and waited until they seemed to have settled themself. Then he started to climb up the vines. They were covered in thorns, but Yonah ignored them. They were merely illusions, made to discourage adventurers from climbing up, and did no real damage. Soon enough, Yonah pulled himself through the window, dropping down to the floor on the other side. The drop was further than it looked, but he was used to it by this point, and landed smoothly. He pulled the firewitch off his shoulder, setting them down on his desk. “You can sleep here,” he informed them, sitting down in his chair.

Aji had been holding their cat in their arms, but now Soot hopped down to the surface of Yonah’s desk, tail flicking curiously as she looked around.

“Thank you,” Aji said, taking off their pack and setting it on the desk next to them. Yonah wondered why a witch needed a pack, since he knew most witches kept things in their sleeves, as wizards kept them in their hats, but then he noticed that this one had magical markings sewn into it. A bag of holding, then.

“-on’t take but a few minutes for me to set up, since I won’t be needing to guard against weather,” the firewitch was saying. “So if you’d like to get to the ‘rent’ part of our agreement, just lemme—” They broke off as Yonah scooped them up eagerly, and quickly added from his hand, “Lemme take off a layer first!” They fumbled at the fastenings on their robes, and Yonah opened his fist so they could get them off, leaving them in just a pair of short trousers and a sleeveless shirt. They folded the robes up. “Mind putting these by my pack?” they asked, and Yonah took them with his other hand. “Hang on, these too,” Aji added, quickly taking their glasses off and setting them on top of the robes.

Yonah put it all down on his desk next to Aji’s pack. Almost before his hand had retreated, Soot had come and lay down on top of the cloth pile. Aji peered up at Yonah, squinting a bit now that they were glassesless. “Should I tie my hair back?” they asked.

“Nah,” Yonah said, eager to get on with it. It wasn’t like Aji’s hair was very long, anyway; it only came down to their chin. He licked his lips, lifting the firewitch again.

“One other thing,” Aji said, and Yonah frowned, impatient. “D’ya like squirming?”

“Yes!” Yonah said with a grin. He supposed that had been worth the pause. Without any further ado, he opened his mouth wide, stuffing the firewitch in. Of course, Yonah was too small to get a human entirely inside his mouth, so Aji’s legs stuck out between his lips, and he knew that it would be a bit cramped for them in there. Still, Aji was a little smaller than some of the thieves Yonah had eaten before, and he wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, Yonah was delighted.

Aji. Was. Delicious.

Humans all had a delightful savory taste, and of course Aji was no exception. But, unlike most humans, Aji was a firewitch, which meant they were spicy. Very spicy. Yonah, being half firewitch himself, absolutely loved spicy food, and his mouth quickly filled up with saliva. Aji wriggled in his mouth, their little arms sliding over Yonah’s tongue and spreading their flavor around. Yonah leaned back in his chair, licking them contentedly. He heard a surprised sputter as his tongue brushed against Aji’s face, but they seemed to be fine, so Yonah didn’t stop.

Yonah was tempted to push the firewitch even further into his mouth, and even to swallow them. However, they had specifically said they weren’t okay with that, and Yonah wasn’t immune to other firewitches’ magic. If he swallowed Aji against their will, they could burn him pretty badly. So Yonah contented himself with enjoying their flavor in his mouth. It was wonderfully intense. Yonah hadn’t tasted many firewitches before, but he thought Aji had a particularly strong flavor.

After a few minutes, Soot, who had been watching him intently the entire time, stood up on the pile of Aji’s clothes and meowed at him. Yonah glanced over to her, raising an eyebrow, and she meowed again, insistent. Yonah sighed, pulling Aji out of his mouth. The firewitch sat in his palm, swiping off some saliva from one soaked arm with their opposite hand.

“Your cat’s meowing at me,” Yonah told them, and Aji looked over his fingers down at the desk. Soot meowed again.

“Yes, I’m fine, Soot,” Aji assured her. “I’m just wet.”

The cat meowed again, and Yonah didn’t need a Witch’s Bond with her to know she was scoffing at the idea of “just” wet. Soot looked away, feigning indifference. The tip of her tail flicked.

Aji looked back up at Yonah and shrugged. “She thinks it’s gross,” they said.

Yonah chuckled, licking them. Aji yelped, but it was a startled yelp and not a frightened one. Yonah curled his fingers around their legs and leaned back in his chair once more. Lifting Aji up to his face, he licked them again, dragging his tongue slowly up their back. This time, he felt a small shudder. Aji said nothing, however. Yonah did it again, even more slowly. Aji squirmed in his grasp, rolling their shoulders.

“Problem?” Yonah asked, smirking.

“...tickles,” Aji said softly.

“Oh it does, does it?” Yonah said. He turned Aji around in his hand, and the firewitch squinted up at him. They looked like they were going to reply, but before they could, Yonah leaned in, swiping his tongue quickly up them. He lingered at their throat and face, enjoying the sensation of their skin against his tongue. Aji leaned away, but Yonah followed them, letting his tongue slide over their face.

When Yonah pulled away, Aji used both hands to swipe off the saliva he’d left on their face, keeping their eyes clenched tightly shut until it was clear. “Really?”

Yonah shrugged. “You’re delicious,” he told them.

“Yeah, I know,” Aji said, not sounding surprised or bothered. “Still feels weird to get licked like that.” They shook off a bit of spit from their arm. “Plus now I’m soaked.”

Yonah laughed. “You offered,” he pointed out.

Aji tipped their head to the side in a sort of nod. “True,” they said. “I don’t particularly mind, but I could do with less spit in my face.”

“Hm,” Yonah said. He leaned in again, licking at Aji’s hand so that it lifted away from their side. In a moment, he had slurped their bare arm into his mouth up to the shoulder. Aji laughed in surprise, bracing against the corner of his lips with their other hand. With a smirk, Yonah nudged at them with a finger, dislodging their hand. Within seconds, Aji’s other arm was also in his mouth up to the shoulder. Yonah had a few fingers on the firewitch’s back, gently pressing them against his face. They were off-center, and Yonah’s nose was directly above one bare shoulder. He took a deep, pleased sniff.

“Not sure this is better,” Aji commented, their voice a little muffled. They tried to push back against Yonah’s hand, but he was so much stronger that it didn’t do any good. “Hey, big guy,” Aji said. “Open up.”

Yonah hummed a no. “M-mm.”

“This is uncomfortable,” the firewitch complained. “I’d rather get slobber on my face. Lemme in or lemme out.”

Yonah opened his mouth, and Aji pulled their arms out. Next moment, Yonah pushed them into his mouth again. Aji yelped in surprise, but didn’t protest as Yonah closed his mouth around them.

Once again, Yonah savored the sensation of the little firewitch squirming in his mouth. After a few moments, Aji propped themself up, getting their face off his tongue. Although that meant that their hands were pressed firmly into his tongue, Yonah was disappointed with the smaller amount of contact that resulted. He licked them again. With a startled noise, Aji fell back onto his tongue, giving him another delightful burst of flavor.

“Jerk!” Aji said, but they were laughing at the same time. Yonah grinned around them, licking them once again. He heard a spluttered protest, and then Aji complained, “Gross, you got your spit in my mouth.”

“Whoops,” Yonah said, except that with his mouth full it came out more “Uupth.” He glanced down at his desk again, wondering how Soot was taking this. The little black cat seemed to have decided that whatever her human foolishly decided to do wasn’t her concern, and was calmly grooming herself. With a grin, he sat back in his chair, slurping at Aji again.

A decent amount of saliva had built up in his mouth, so Yonah swallowed it, carefully gripping Aji’s legs to make sure that he wouldn’t accidentally swallow them as well. Not that it was that easy for him to swallow a human; in fact it always took effort, but this was one case where he didn’t want to risk it. As it was, Aji’s arms slipped towards his throat from where they’d managed to position them, and he felt them faceplant into his tongue again.

Deeply satisfied, Yonah slowly pulled the little firewitch out of his mouth again and held them in front of his face. Aji shook some spit off their arms, and then pointedly wiped their face off with their hands. They were still thoroughly soaked, of course. However, they didn’t seem very upset about that fact.

“Enjoying yourself?” Aji asked, and Yonah grinned.

“So much.” But, he supposed, enough was enough. He set the firewitch down on his desk again, next to their pack, clothes, and cat. Soot looked up at them, meowing scoldingly.

“Alright, alright,” Aji said with a laugh. “Just a second.” Then they burst merrily into flame from the waist up. Yonah, who had been licking his fingers, jerked back in surprise. Soot, however, seemed completely undisturbed, and before the flames had quite died down again, launched herself up into Aji’s arms. For a second, Yonah was surprised that she wasn’t burned, but then realized that it made sense for a firewitch’s familiar to be fireproof. After a few moments more, the flames died away, leaving Aji completely dry. Their hair still flickered faintly as they sat down on Yonah’s desk, petting their familiar contently. Impressively, their shirt wasn’t even singed either. It must have been enchanted.

Yonah yawned. Glancing out the window, he saw that the sun had set and it was well and truly night now. “I’m going to bed,” he announced.

“Alright,” Aji said, tipping their head back to look up at him. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” The firewitch’s flavor lingered tantalizingly on Yonah’s lips and tongue as he prepared for bed, and as he fell asleep, he decided that he would try to convince Aji to let him taste them again in the morning before they left.

~~~

Morning dawned, and Yonah rolled out of bed to prepare breakfast. Before he went to the kitchen, however, he stopped by his workroom to check on his guests. Aji lay on his desk, still soundly asleep, with their cat curled up on their chest. They didn’t seem like they’d be waking up any time soon, and even if they did, Yonah got the impression that Aji wouldn’t leave without at least saying goodbye. So, he let them be and went downstairs to work on breakfast.

First things first, Yonah put on the kettle to heat up water for his coffee and set an oiled pan on the stove to warm while he gathered ingredients. While the oil warmed, Yonah chopped up a couple peppers and onions from his garden, as well as some leftover steak from a dinner earlier in the week. Since he had a human guest, he cut everything up more finely than usual, and so it took longer than it usually would, so that when he poured it all into the frying pan, it sizzled immediately in the hot oil. Yonah cracked a few dozen eggs onto the pile and stirred it all together, adding some spices as he did. It was really starting to smell good.

When the omelette was about cooked and the kettle was boiling, Yonah turned the heat off and went back upstairs. Aji was still asleep, but Soot was sitting up on their lap instead of lying down, and she meowed what Yonah took to be a greeting as he approached.

“Good morning,” Yonah replied. The cat blinked silently up at him. “I made breakfast,” Yonah continued. He felt a little silly talking to a cat, but he knew she could understand him. “May I wake Aji?”

Soot merely stared at him for several long moments, and Yonah considered trying it anyway. Then the black cat moved, batting at Aji’s face gently with a paw. Aji just turned their face away and lifted one hand to pet Soot sleepily. Soot patted their face again, meowing. This time, Aji actually opened their eyes, if only barely.

“What is it, Soot?” they asked sleepily, almost too quietly for Yonah to hear. Soot meowed, and Aji yawned. “What time is it?”

“About eight,” Yonah answered, keeping his voice low.

Aji yawned again. “That early?” they asked. Soot meowed again, and Aji murmured, sounding a bit more awake, “Yes yes. I’m awake.” Soot hopped down to the desk, and Aji sat up, grabbing their glasses. They stretched, then looked up at Yonah. “Soot tells me you made breakfast.”

“I did.”

“Best not keep you waiting, then,” Aji said, getting out of bed. Rather than pajamas, they seemed to be wearing the same outfit they’d had on under their robes yesterday, or one identical to it. “You don’t mind if I wait to pack up til after, do you?” they asked, dressing.

“That’s fine,” Yonah said, offering them his hand. Aji took a step towards him, but then paused.

“Do you have dishes my size?” they asked. Yonah frowned. He’d forgotten about that. That seemed to be enough answer for the firewitch, because they went to their pack and pulled out a mess kit. They nodded to themself, coming back and sitting down on Yonah’s offered hand. Soot, with a meow, ran over and jumped up into Aji’s lap. Yonah lifted them both together and headed back downstairs. In the kitchen, Yonah let them down on the table. Soot had climbed back onto Aji’s shoulder during the short ride.

“Hope you like omelette,” Yonah said, grabbing it off the stove.

“It smells delicious,” Aji replied, eyeing the large pan with a grin and starting to take their mess kit to pieces.

Yonah set it on the table. “Help yourself.”

Aji leaned over the rim of the pan, and if they weren’t a firewitch, Yonah would have been concerned that they were going to burn themself on the hot metal. As Aji piled omelette onto their dish, Yonah pulled the kettle off the stove.

“Coffee?” he offered, pouring himself a mug. He’d just realized that he wouldn’t have to chill it for Aji if they did want some. Non-firewitches liked to drink the stuff much cooler than the boiling temperature Yonah preferred, but Aji would be able to drink it without burning themself. It turned out to be moot, however.

“No thanks,” Aji said. They stepped back from the frying pan, holding their plate. Soot, still on their shoulder, sniffed at it.

“Oh, this is for Soot,” Yonah said, reminded. He set his coffee down and grabbed his cutting board, on which he had set aside several chunks of steak for the cat. Aji separated another plate from their mess kit, and Yonah placed a pinch of meat on it. Soot started to move out on Aji’s arm, aiming for the plate of meat they held, but Aji set it on the table. The black cat jumped down and wasted no time tucking in.

Yonah served himself a heaping serving of omelette, and the three of them ate together. When they had finished, there was still omelette left, so Yonah wrapped it up for later. He eyed the little firewitch sitting on his table, thinking just how to word his request. It turned out that he didn’t need to.

“I know that look,” Aji said with an amused grin.

Soot meowed, a ‘told you so’ if Yonah’d ever heard one.

“Yes, you did,” Aji conceded, patting her on the head. “And I can’t say I’m surprised.” They looked up at Yonah again. “I think I owe you for breakfast, anyway. Since it wasn’t part of our agreement last night.”

Just like last night, Aji partially disrobed in preparation, making a pile of their robes and glasses. Soot hopped up on top of it, kneading the fabric into a nest. “Ready when you are,” Aji said, looking up at Yonah.

Yonah picked them up, swallowing the drool his mouth had already produced in anticipation. He brought the firewitch to his face, closing his eyes and breathing in their scent. So good. Not waiting any longer, he opened his mouth and shoved Aji in. Just like last night, his mouth immediately exploded with the delightfully spicy flavor of firewitch. It was almost like eating a hot pepper, but better, because Aji shifted around in his mouth, spreading their flavor all around his tongue. Yonah licked them happily.

Unlike last night, Yonah had no desire to swallow Aji this time. He was satisfactorily full on omelette, and he knew that if he swallowed the firewitch, in addition to them probably being annoyed at him and maybe burning him, he’d have to throw up his breakfast as well to get them out. Yonah was content to just enjoy the sensation in his mouth. He licked at Aji some more, and they squirmed a little. It didn’t feel like a frightened or annoyed squirming, more like slightly ticklish squirming, so Yonah didn’t back off.

After several minutes, each second of which Yonah thoroughly enjoyed, he felt Aji’s movements become slower. They seemed a bit tired. Yonah slowly pulled them out of his mouth, letting them sit in his hands. Aji started to swipe his saliva off their arms like before, but Yonah interrupted that with one last lick. The firewitch pushed against his tongue, laughing, and Yonah pulled away. Their hair was starting to steam, he noticed. Yonah lowered them back to the table, and steam began to rise from their shoulders as well.

“No fire today?” Yonah asked.

“I mean, I could,” Aji said with a shrug, their hair beginning to glow as well as steam. Soot, lying on their pile of clothes, mowed at them. “That’s fair,” the firewitch said, and their hair burst into flame again. Smaller flames licked around their arms and torso. Soot trotted over, rubbing against Aji’s ankles, and the firewitch bent to pick her up. Seeing the black cat curled comfortably in arms that were still definitely on fire made Yonah remember something he’d been wondering about the night before.

“How come Soot’s fireproof?” he asked. “That doesn’t automatically come with being a firewitch’s familiar, surely.”

“No, we used a spell,” Aji answered, stroking their cat’s fur. “I think it was a dragon’s spell. I found it in an old scroll.” They shrugged. “Soot’s mom wasn’t quite comfortable with Soot being a firewitch’s familiar, not at first anyway. The spell helped.” Aji chuckled, and their flames surged up in mirth for a moment. “To prove it was safe, we fireproofed me too,” they said. “Not that it did much, but if I remember to refresh the spell, my clothes don’t catch fire either, even if they’re not enchanted, which is nice.”

“Clever,” Yonah said musingly. “You wouldn’t happen to have that spell still, would you?” It might come in handy.

But Aji shook their head. “Sorry,” they said. “It was years ago. I could show you the refresh, though.”

It wasn’t a whole spell, but it was a start. Yonah might be able to use it to either find the original, or come up with his own, so he agreed. Aji had him take them back to his workroom so they could get a component from their pack.

“The original spell had a whole lot of components, like… hippo oil and hens’ teeth, I think,” Aji said, rummaging through their pack. “And we had to draw a diagram on the floor. But to refresh it, we just need a bit of dried feverfew.” They found the packet of dried herb and, Soot twining around their ankles again, threw a pinch of it in the air so that it fell down on both firewitch and cat. “Power of water, wind, and earth; turn the fire back to its birth,” Aji said, clearly reciting. Soot meowed along. When they’d finished, Aji took a bow. “Ta-da!” they said. “We’re fireproof!” They laughed, their hair flaring up again for a second. “Not that I wasn’t already.”

“How long does it last?” asked Yonah, who was taking notes. Aji looked thoughtful for a moment, and then stumped.

“I have no idea,” they said at last. “I never even thought to measure how long it lasts on me, and Soot—” they glanced down at the cat, who offered no reply. “Soot’s a cat. And a firewitch’s familiar on top of that. Spells don’t work the same on her as on a human.” They looked back up at Yonah and added, “No idea how it’d change for a half-giant, either.”

That was a less than ideal answer, but Yonah supposed it was as good as he was going to get. Aji put the feverfew back in their pack, and then pulled out a small net bag. Inside were several reddish gold things, about the size of a large grape each. Aji looked up at Yonah thoughtfully.

“You’re part firewitch, right?” they asked. Yonah nodded, and Aji held up the bag. “Wanna pepper?”

“Sure,” Yonah said, and Aji took two peppers out of the bag, handing one up to him. Yonah took it carefully between two fingers, doing his best not to crush it. It was so tiny!

Down below, Aji bit their own pepper in half, grinning. “It’s pretty spicy,” they warned.

Yonah nodded, dropping it into his mouth. The pepper was spicy, and he saw why Aji had checked to make sure he was actually a firewitch before giving it to him. Anyone else would have burned their mouth off. “It’s good,” he said.

Aji grinned. “Thanks. Grew them myself.”

Yonah raised his eyebrows, impressed. Then he furrowed them in thought. There was something different about this pepper, yet at the same time, oddly familiar. Why was he so sure he’d tasted this kind of pepper before? He rolled it across his tongue in contemplation. Then it hit him. The pepper tasted exactly like Aji! Yonah looked back down at the little firewitch. They were munching on the second half of their pepper, looking pleased.

“How’d you grow them?” Yonah asked.

“Oh, you know, dirt, water, sunlight…” Aji said with a grin. “And a lot of firewitch magic to boost their flavor.” They finished off their pepper, licking their fingers. “Took a few generations to get it this far, and I think it counts as its own species now.”

“It’s good,” Yonah said again.

“Thanks,” Aji said with a chuckle. They smirked up at him. “You certainly seemed to enjoy tasting me earlier, and I’m told these taste almost the same. If a lot smaller.”

Oh. So they already knew.

Aji got up, brushing their hands off. “I suppose I ought to get out of your hair now, huh?”

Yonah didn’t want them to leave just yet. But he didn’t object as Aji packed away their sleeping area. When they were all packed up, Yonah offered them a hand, and Aji climbed on without hesitation. Soot jumped up as well. Yonah lifted them both to his shoulder so he could climb down the vines.

On the ground, Yonah hesitated for a moment before lifting them both down to the forest floor. “Hey, Aji?” he said.

“Yeah?”

“If you’re ever in the neighborhood again, feel free to stop by.”

Aji grinned. “I will. Thanks.” They waved, heading off among the trees.

#nommy thoughts #mine #vore scientist #Aji #Soot the cat #writing #my writing #mouthplay #Yonah

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docholligay · 7 years ago

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Silverleaf 9: Shadow Puppets

HEYO and welcome to your next edition of Silverleaf, GRACIOUSLY sponsored on my patreon by Benjamin! Please thank him for this series, it’s people like him that keep my bills paid and content coming! My patreon is HERE and my ko-fi is HERE, if you want to thank me or chip in! Also, i LOVE comments, so I would LOVE if you left one. The entire series is here.

Her heels clicked against the marble of the entryway as her coat was taken from her, Michiru barely waiting long enough for the butler to remove it properly. She glared at the flowers on the side table, the way they were bright and cheap and inelegant and lovely, too lovely for a place like this. Too lovely for the cold, carved crystal of the vase in which they sat.

“Get rid of those.” She said to her butler dismissively, and he nodded, not bothering to ask why the bouquet she’d been so pleased with when Haruka had brought it was suddenly to be destroyed.

He had been with the family long enough.

Michiru clicked again, the tone changing as the floors changed from marble to the tile of the kitchen, the cook looking at her strangely but again, without question, as she clicked into the wine cellar and grabbed a bottle and a glass, gripping them firmly as she went toward her room.

“Miss Kaioh?” The cook asked for a moment.

“Yes?” Michiru stopped and looked at her, her hair winding around her face like a furious wave, eyes sharp, but mouth open slightly, like a rosebud, asking please. Please ask me what’s wrong.

“Have a good night, miss.”

No, of course she wouldn’t ask, because she was afraid, because Michiru was the queen, and to become the queen you must be fearsome, and you must prey.

She clicked down the hall from tile to marble to the wood of the family bedrooms, thinking over and over how Haruka hadn’t wanted her, how she had pressed herself upon Haruka and felt her recoil, and as she she shut her bedroom door behind her, the hot shame of it all gathered in her face, and she could feel the heat of her blush, so unfamiliar to her that it burned like hot embers under her skin.

She was not used to being refused, Michiru Kaioh. Women wanted her, she played their passions and affections as she did her own violin, and each piece, from the Paganinis to the folk songs, bent under her bow. To have a woman, a gym teacher no less, refuse her...it was a strange melange of shame and anger and confusion, and she did not appreciate the cocktail.

She pulled the cork from the wine, pouring it into the glass in front of her as she sat at her desk, looking out at the cool emotionless pale of the moon.

What did you want from Haruka? The wind seemed to ask as it bent the branches of the trees in the moonlight, writing the words in perfect script against the bright paper white.

“What a ridiculous question,” she took a sip of her wine, minorly embarrassed she had responded to the wind, but unwilling to retreat, “I believe I made it quite clear.”

But nothing Michiru ever did was clear, her emotions and motivations and desires all part of the crashing and churning sea that rested in her heart, and there were times that even she could not see the bottom, could not sense whether it was deep or shallow.

Did you desire to possess her? The unkind wind continued its manuscript. Did you wish to add her to the list of women who have loved you, the siren which calls them to the rocks?

Michiru picked up her glass, poured it to the top, and walked away from the window. Sirens were beautiful, in the modern day, weren’t they? It was a beautiful fiction, spinning monsters into mermaids, but Michiru knew the truth. It was only that sirens sounded beautiful, that the images they left in your mind’s eye were lovelier than any other, lovelier even than the will to live.

But sirens were ugly, when it mattered, and perhaps it was not so incorrect to call her a siren, lovely and pleading and full of desire from far away, but too ugly up close. Perhaps she had only wanted Haruka as she had wanted all those other women, something to place as a jewel in her hoard, something to own and destroy at her whims.

All of these things might have been true, and certainly they were true of the women she had known in the past, but a more horrifying thought nagged at her, one not carried by the wind she had heard in perfect script, the one that lived inside her head, the one she foolishly tried to escape by leaving the window.

No, this wind was simple, and quiet, and simply said:

Maybe you wanted her to love you. ‘

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“Haruka you’re allowed to say no to sex, you know that, right?” Mina looked at her with a mix of irritation and disbelief. “I feel like I’m talking to one of my girls, here.”

Mina poured the noodles into a bowl, and put them in the microwave, leaning against the countertop as she looked over at the back of the couch.

“I know.” Haruka lay on the couch, Mouse resting on her shoulder as she petted him softly.

Mina shook her head as the microwave’s timer beeped frantically, and pulled the noodles out of the microwave. Haruka was so simple that she occasionally made it all the way back to being hard. She was straightforward and easy to read, but the way she went about things was utterly confusing, the ways she seemed to think of how to present herself, her awkward fumbling when it came to her own emotions.

“You don’t ever have to have sex you don’t want to have.” she plopped across from Haruka and slung her legs up across the oversize chair.

“But I did--” She pushed back her hair and sighed heavily, “it’s just, I wanted other stuff, I just…” she closed her eyes. “I’m bad at this. I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid. But like…” Mina thought carefully for a moment, twirling a noodle, “Ruka, what do you want?”

“I don’t know.” she shook her head, “I...I wanted to go on a date with her.”

Mouse headbutted her cheek, purring loudly.

Haruka looked over at Mina. “The problem is me. It’s been so long and I,” she nuzzled against Mouse, “I’m out of practice, I don’t know what to do anymore, and it was easier when I was younger, and I’d just stuff it all and do whatever and be the cool butch girl who just...did things.”

Mina slurped a noodle into her mouth. “Bud, you were never the cool butch girl who did things,” Haruka sat silent, “I’m teasing you. I know what you mean.”

“I want a relationship,” She dramatically slapped her forehead, and Mouse scowled at her, “UGH! I can’t believe I said that, I sound so pathetic.”

“You don’t have to be me, Haruka,” Mina set down her bowl and sat up, leaning toward her, “I don’t know why you think you have to be, but for a lot of people, liking someone is pretty strictly necessary to fucking them. I’m grateful we don’t have to wait til we’re fucking married anymore, but there’s nothing wrong with taking time to warm up, if you’re that kind of person, and you pretty clearly are.”

“I don’t want to be.”

Mina shook her head and shrugged. “Well.”

Haruka looked up at the ceiling, the plain white an open canvas for her thoughts. It was true, she supposed, that what she really wanted was love, and to know Michiru was invested, and to go to summer festivals and eat strawberries on a stick and sit under the flowering trees together. She wanted to snuggle up under her afghans and watch TV together, eating takeout between them. It was dumb, and every queer website she read led her to believe she should be having group bondage sex while doing a tarot reading or otherwise she was replicating heteronormative values within her life, and no matter how many times Mina told her to stop reading shit that made her feel bad for being herself, it was what she was supposed to do, wasn’t it?

“Can I ask you a question, Ru?” Mina said, interrupting Haruka’s disastrous line of thinking, peering at her as if she could read her mind.

“Sure.” Haruka glanced back over at her, giving a weak shrug.

“When has what other people wanted you to be ever helped you?” Mina leaned back in her chair, “When you tried to like dresses for you mom? When you tried to do track again for your dad? When you tried to be tough in college? When? When has it been good for you?”

Haruka didn’t say anything, just shrugged.

“If Michiru doesn’t like you for what you are, if she doesn’t want to date you the way you want it, then you’re gonna have to stop being so twitterpated and get over her.” Mina knelt down next to her and looked her in the eye “Haruka, you’re one of my favorite people on earth. But you get so caught up in the possibility of shit that you put everything into that one thing. And then it becomes a crushing blow every time it doesn’t work. Remember when you were trying to get an apartment near mine? Remember that debacle?”

Haruka looked away. “I get...into things...sometimes.”

“I know, and I know how emotional you are, and who you are is totally fine. But also, don’t hang everything on one date. You’re not stupid, you’re not wrong, you’re just you. This isn’t a crisis. You just want different things. Apparently. I guess. God forbid you two actually talk about expectations.”

Haruka scowled at her. “That’s not romantic!”

Mina stared at her. “You’re right. This is a way better option.”

Haruka held Mouse above her. “You’ll always love me, right Mousie?”

Mouse meowed in assent.

Mina stood up. “On the offchance you don’t want to spend the rest of your life with a cat, I think you should be more honest about what you want. Try going on some dates and learning how to talk to a girl. Forget Michiru, she’s this whole...thing. I’ve seen her chew girls up and spit them out, Haruka, she’s no good for you.”

Haruka toyed with Mouse’s collar. “Yeah?”

“Tell you what.” Mina smacked Haruka’s hip, and she scooted over so Mina could sit on the edge of the couch. “Let me set you up. Super low key, no pressure date, I promise. I know a girl who’s getting back into the game too, you two can just drink coffee and stare at each other like nerds.”

Haruka snorted. “That’s your answer? Go on awkward dates?”

“Training wheels!” She grinned, “Naw, it’ll be fine, I promise. And go someplace you feel comfortable, what the fuck do you know about tapas?”

“I thought it would be classy!” Haruka chuckled, “but I guess that proves your point.”

“Move over, Amazing Race is new on Hulu.” Mina nudged her, and she sat up, passing Mina a blanket.

“Thanks for coming over.” Haruka picked up the remote, passing it to Mina.

“Eh, my fridge was empty anyhow,” she smiled, “So what else was I gonna do, go to the grocery store?”

The wind carried a song, a word, a spoken poem, a call to love, a call to question, a call to know, in a foreign language no one knew, each only with their own piece of the Rosetta stone.

Across town, staring up at a mansion in the international district, where all the diplomats lived, Hotaru Tomoe held a letter in her hand, the wind whipping by her as she stared up at the lit house, in front of the mailbox reading “Serenity.”

#a holligay joint #silverleaf #I am really excited for Chibs to get the damn letter ahaha

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dangerousluv1 · 7 years ago

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ML Fluff Month || Day 8

AN: My dudes, I did not plan on making this a reveal but it sorta just happened

@miraculousfluffmonth

Day 8- New

Marinette yawns behind her hand as she turns another page of her physics textbook. She glances at the clock and is pleasantly surprised when it reads 12 a.m. instead of the usual 3 or 5 a.m. that she has become accustomed to seeing these past few days.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t a large influx of akuma attacks piled on top of schoolwork that has been keeping her up so late. The akuma attacks have been rather tame as of late and the designer counts her lucky stars that it stays like this just a while more. And even more shocking news, school has been rather calm as well. With a bulk of the school year’s work out of the way, it was the calm before the storm.

What’s been keeping her up so late was actually a black cat. Although this cat’s company was welcomed, it was seriously cutting into the designer’s sleep. But she didn’t give it much thought until after the cat had left. She just looks at the clock and wonders where the time flies because it certainly couldn’t have gotten so late.

“Knock knock,” an all too familiar voice calls out. A smile makes its way on to the designer’s face at the sound. She rolls away from her desk and waves the cat in. “Hey Princess, studying?”

Marinette shakes her head and closes the textbook. “Just refreshing a bit,” she says with a stretch. “What brings you here tonight kitty?”

Chat chuckles and takes a seat on her desk. “You say that as if I always have a reason for coming here besides spending time with my favorite person.”

“Mm now I know you have a reason this time,” Marinette replies, as she puts her schoolwork away. “Something’s got you in a chipper mood, and if I remember correctly, the last time you were like this ended up with us stargazing somewhere. So excuse me for picking up on it this time.”

“You know me too well Princess.” Raising his hands in defeat, Chat surrenders. But the grin on his face doesn’t falter. “You got me. I might have something planned.”

“Does this plan involve traveling? Cause I’d rather be prepared and grab a sweater this time.” Despite the days in Paris being warm and sunny for the most part, it did tend to cool down a little by the late nights. Though this normally wouldn’t be a problem, zipping across the rooftops in just pajamas tend to be chillier.

“It’s really not that chilly out. Besides, you always have me to keep you warm,” Chat says with a wink. “But yes, we are going out for a bit.”

Marinette rolls her eyes and grabs a thin cardigan off her coat rack. “Ready when you are kitty cat.”

Marinette sighs and looks at the light’s whizzing past. Even though she loved zipping through streets and across rooftops with her yoyo, she had to admit there was a certain charm to taking a trip with Chat and his baton. The feeling was a cross between bouncing on a pogo stick and pole vaulting. She could feel Chat’s muscles moving beneath her, and sometimes her cheeks would heat up if she focused on them for too long.

“You okay Princess? Kinda quiet back there,” Chat called out, turning his head just a fraction to get a quick glance at her.

“Just taking in the sights. Where are we going anyway?”

“That is a secret for me to know, and for you to find out pretty lady.” Chat chuckles when he hears the girl on his back scoff. Although the emerald eyed cat boy seemed all smiles and fun, he was nervous underneath his cool exterior. He had been planning this for quite a while and hoped that his Princess would figure out the reason behind it come tomorrow morning. “But since I’m such a nice cat, I’ll let you in on a hint. It’s something you’ve told me you wanted to do before the school year was over.”

“That was literally no help,” Marinette says after a moment of thinking back to what she could’ve told him. “I said a lot of things Chat. Can’t I get another hint?”

“Sorry Princess, my lips are sealed.” Chat felt Marinette’s sigh against him, and it puts a smile on his face just thinking about the way her lips look when she pouts.

“You brought me to get my ears pierced?” Marinette asks as Chat sets her down on her feet. “I think you’ve gone crazy. Only you would find a place that’s open past midnight to do this.”

“Well I can’t exactly run away with you during the day to get it done so past midnight is what we have to work with.” Chat slung his arm around Marinette’s shoulder and pulls her towards the parlor entrance. He stops with his hand on the door knob and looks down at the shorter female tucked under his arm. “You do want to do this, right? Because if you don’t I can always take you back home.”

“Yeah, I’m good. I do want this, I was just surprised, you know. Let’s go in.” Marinette was grinning brightly, the excitement starting to set in.

“I can’t believe we did it. We actually went and got our ears pierced.” Marinette was bouncing with joy in her seat. She held up the hand mirror and couldn’t stop looking at the new dainty cuff piercings adorning her left ear. It was a simple and clean design comprising of three thin gold rings that sat snuggly against her ear with a cute little black cat charm sitting on the center ring. “I can’t believe you got one too!”

Chat laughs and shakes his head. “May I remind you that mine is fake, you know I can’t get any real ones for myself.”

“Yes, yes I know. But we got matching ones! It’s too cute. Thank you, thank you thank you,” Marinette all but squeals as she envelopes Chat in a tight hug.

The blond cat boy strokes her hair and presses a kiss to the crown of her head. “Anything for you Princess.” He glances at the clock and sighs. “I’ve taken away enough of your sleep, try to catch some shut eye before school.” Chat smiles and presses one last chaste goodnight kiss to her forehead and bids her farewell.

Marinette’s ear was still a bit red the next morning but she didn’t worry about it as the piercer had told her that some redness was normal after a piercing. The designer opted to keep her hair down in order to hide the new addition from her parents and rushed to school, making it just before the bell rang.

She slumped into her seat and closed her eyes after greeting her friends. The blue haired designer hadn’t gotten much sleep as inspiration struck after getting the piercings done and Chat had left. So she took out her design book and sketched out some ideas before falling asleep.

Adrien walked in not much longer after Marinette and took his seat in front of her.

The day was going by as usual. Alya occasionally sent her notes to pass the time when the class was getting boring. It wasn’t until Adrien turned in his seat to pass her the stack of papers did she notice the dainty gold rings on his ear, dainty earrings that matched her own. She froze in her seat, hand holding on to the papers but making no move to pass them back. Alya had to nudge her to get her moving again.

During the entire class period her thoughts kept drifting over to the earrings adorning Adrien’s ear. All the similarities began falling into place and on more than one occasion did she want to smack herself on the forehead for not realizing it earlier. He had even called her 'lady’ more than a few times but each time she paid it no mind and wrote it off as a slip of the tongue.

Once lunch finally rolled by she dragged Adrien off to talk with him, surprising both Alya and Nino.

“How long have you known?” Marinette asked once they were a good ways away from the others.

“A few months? I saw you drop your transformation by accident. I was about to drop mine behind the dumpster when you landed in the same alley. Before I could say anything Marinette was in Ladybug’s place.” Adrien shifted his weight from foot to foot, his nerves coming back even stronger than when he first walked into class.

Marinette stood there speechless for a while, making Adrien more worried by the second that he made a mistake.

“Jeez, and here I thought that I’d be the one to figure you out first kitty,” Marinette finally said, chuckling as she shook her head. “You’re pretty sneaky chaton, using one of my wishes to reveal yourself to me.”

“Hey, you try keeping your paws to yourself when you figure out the love of your life is also the cute girl you’ve been crushing on. Give meow some credit Princess,” Adrien said after letting go of the breath he’d been holding, slipping in to his alter ego easily.

“Paws to yourself? You didn’t do a very good job then.” Marinette laughed as she shoved her blond cat lightly.

Adrien shrugs his shoulders before draping his arm around the smaller girl, much like how he’d done the night before. “Well if I’m being pawfectly honest, you make it pretty hard to do so, my lady.”

#Miraculous Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #Chat Noir #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Ladybug #identity reveal #marichat #adrienette #ml fluff month #ml fluff month day 8

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dankcranks · 7 years ago

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I'm boreddddddd got any stories you want to share with the world? (It can be about cats because I know you love those fluffy babes)

you mentioned cats and Boy Howdy do i have some stories about cats! remember the other day when i was talking about how i’m like one of those dads with an accordion picture thing in his wallet overflowing with pictures of his children? yeah i’m gonna tell you the story about when i got tomi and him being but a wee babe.

putting this under a read more cause Hot Dang i gotta go through every fucking detail about how my babe came into my life like the proud dad i am (there will be a teeny weeny babe pic included at the end).

it was back when i was 18. i had a job at mcdonald’s as a manager. now, the mcdonald’s i worked at was one of those highway mcdonald’s. this particular one shared a building with a gas station, coffee shop, and a go kart place.

it was the weekend, and i was working the closing shift. i was out on the floor covering the post-dinner rush breaks, when a girl who also worked there but had the day off stopped in with an ITTY BITTY BABY KITTEN IN HER ARMS!!! it was TINY!!!! i asked her about her little babe (mistake #1), and it turns out the guy who owned the go kart place was giving these kittens away for free.

so, after i finished covering crew breaks, i throw a drive thru headset around my neck (so i can stay in contact with my crew) and head out back to the go kart dudes to “just look at the kittens” (mistake #2). i go up to the owner and quite literally say “so i hear you have kittens”. he goes into the shop, and comes out with a storage bin that has a blanket covering the top. he sets this bin down in front of me, takes the blanket off, and i’m immediately confronted with four TEENY WEENY BABES making TEENY WEENY BABY NOISES. there was a significant amount of freaking out on my part. they were TINY. the babes were only three weeks old. they could hardly walk, let alone hold their heads up. i asked him a few questions about the babes, nod along to the answers, and end the conversation by asking what time he’s there til before i head back inside (the guy lied about, like, everything, but i don’t particularly want to go into that right now because i’ll get mad lol).

immediately after getting back (and checking on how the crew’s doing), i get on the phone with my parents (mistake #3) and start begging and pleading to my mother about getting one of these itty bitty babes.

now, a month prior to this, my parents just got their puppy jager. he was moreso my mom’s dog, and as such, she was exhausted from caring for and training the new pupper. my mom absolutely DID NOT WANT another baby animal in the house. i begged and pleaded with her about how she wouldn’t be the one caring for the kitten, that i’d be caring for it and all that, and she got fed up with arguing with me eventually and told me to “talk to your father”, thus handing the phone over to him.

some context here. my dad is one of those I’m Not A Cat Person and I Like Dogs kind of guys (you know, the ones that act like they don’t like cats because of their fragile masculinity). so, to this day, i’m 100% sure that the entire reason my mom even handed the phone over to my dad was because she thought my dad was going to Shut Me The Fuck Down.

what happened was, he asked me a few questions. will i feed the cat (yes), will i help with cleaning the litter box (yes) (we also had a family cat at the time), would i take care of the vet bills (yes), would i love the kitten even when it becomes a cat and gets old (sweet baby jesus yes), all that kind of stuff. after what was probably less than two minutes of talking to my dad, he gave me the okay to get one of the kittens, to which i promptly freaked out, told him i loved him, and hung the up the fucking phone.

(it was a few years after this that i found out my mom spent roughly an hour tearing into my dad for letting me get a kitten)

now, there was a cat carrier at my parents house for our family cat, but that was, you know, at my parents house, and not presently with me at work. also, the time between when the go kart dude would close shop and head home, and the time i’d be finished closing mcdonald’s was just over two hours. so i had to find something to put the kitten i’d be getting in for that last part of my shift. i ended up finding an empty ciabatta box, which were these shallow boxes, roughly the size of a computer tower on it’s side. i figured that out of all the other boxes, that would be best, since it was a decent amount of space for a kitten to crawl around in, and the sides of the box were high enough that it wouldn’t be able to get out. i put some tray liners on the bottom of the box and headed back out with it to the go karts.

so the dude sees me coming back with the ciabatta box, and gets the storage container with the tiny babes in it. now came the hard part - which babe did i want to dedicate roughly 18 years of my life to? again, i was 18 at the time, so i was about to make a decision to spend roughly the same amount of time i’d been alive with another living being. the four babes i had to choose from were partially white, with the other part of them being either brown or grey. two were brown, two were grey. i had no fucking idea how i was supposed to choose. there i was, in a back parking lot, squatted over a bin with kittens in them, making a decision on what animal i wanted to love and care for over the next 18 years. i wasn’t even done high school yet (i was going into grade 12 that fall), where the fuck would i even be in two years?

but then i noticed something. one of the grey babes, it’s left eye was a lazy eye. i was so fucking endeared. i’m pretty sure there was some stuff going through my head about how “this one’s the odd one out and i’ve always been the odd one out so i want this one” going on in my head, so i fucking took the grey and white babe with the lazy eye. i put the babe in the ciabatta box lined with tray liners, and headed back over to mcdonald’s.

i finished out the rest of my shift with ease. i was a champion closer, and it was kinda at that time before close where you get into closing mode anyway. i kept my babe on the desk in the managers office for the remainder of the shift, checking on him frequently as i helped with pre-close stuff, and finally, there with my babe doing the manager shit that’s gotta be done after close.

so once we’re all done closing and i’ve seen my crew off, i get my stuff, grab the ciabatta box my babe is in, and head to my car. i drive home with the ciabatta box in the passenger seat of my car (i couldn’t bare to put the babe in the back seat - i wanted the babe beside me for the drive). it’s not a long drive back from work, only 15 minutes, and before i know it, i’m in the driveway.

now, this next part sticks out so fucking clearly in my mind.

the door we use to go inside at my parents house enters into this landing that’s partway between the main floor and the basement. there’s a set of stairs from this landing to the basement, and a set of starts up to the main floor. the set of stairs to the main floor leads to the kitchen, which is directly connected to the dining room.

i come up the stairs, ciabatta box in hand, and there’s my mom, sitting at the table, looking absolutely furious (remember, we’d only had the pupper jager for a month, and my mom was exhausted from taking care of him, and hadn’t wanted me to get a kitten babe). she didn’t even look over at me (very out of character for my mom). so i waltz right over to the kitchen table, place the ciabatta box on it, pick up my babe, and plot the babe right into my moms hands (the babe is so tiny you can hold in one hand, but my mom held out both). the babe lifts his head up, looks up at my mom, and lets out the tiniest little babe meow.

and my mom immediately burst into tears.

any and all anger about the fact there would be another baby animal in the house was eliminated the moment this tiny baby looked up at her and made a little peep.

after my mom calmed down, we sat down together with the babe and started researching how to care for such a young kitten. my new babe was so fucking young, that my mom and i couldn’t even figure out definitively what gender the babe was. i tentatively called the babe tomi, after the guitarist in the band i was in love with at the time, and we continued about our research of how to care for this babe.

i kinda mentioned earlier how the dude at the go karts lied about the kittens, and i’m still not going to go too much in it, but fact is, these kittens shouldn’t have been given away at this age. they weren’t weaned from their mother yet. so i was very hands on with my babe for the first little bit (like, i spend the first week wiping my babe’s bum with a warm cloth to simulate how cat moms get kittens to go to the bathroom). i had to get kitten formula to feed to my new babe through a syringe until i could get my babe onto kibble. but my babe actually growing up is a whole different story. this is about when i got my babe.

the day after i brought my babe home, i called the vet to make an appointment. i couldn’t get an appointment that day, but made one early the next. i was able to run into town and get a few things for my new babe, namely the kitten formula, so i could start properly feeding. i won’t lie, those first 24hrs were fucking stressful. i’d never had my own babe before, and my babe was young. neither of my parents had cared for a cat so young either. it took a while to get my babe to take the formula from the syringe, and even longer to go to the bathroom. but i was persistent. i loved this babe so much already, and i wanted to care for this babe the best i could.

anyway, i took my babe to the vet, and she was able to confirm that my babe was indeed a boy. she confirmed some of the concerns i had too, namely the fact that he shouldn’t have been taken from his mother for at least another three fucking weeks, but as long as i stayed on top of his care, he would be fine. and stay on top of his care i did.

so, pics.

these pics are from the day i took him to the vet. it’s kinda hard to get a gauge on size, but trust me, he was fucking tiny. again, you could literally hold him in one hand.

LOOK AT THIS SLEEPY BABE!!! the red towel i have on top of him is a small hand towel with “i love you” and some hearts embroidered on it. i still have this towel tucked away in my memory box.

unfortunately, i don’t actually have too many pics of him when he was this size. digital cameras weren’t commonplace yet, and most cell phones didn’t have cameras in them (yeah, i’m fucking old).

i do have this pic of him from the first week i got him, hanging with jager

you can kinda tell, but tomi still didn’t have his legs figured out yet.

also LOOK AT HIM BEIN A TOUGH BABE!! EVEN AT ONLY FOUR AND A HALF WEEKS OLD, HE ALREADY WANTED TO FIGHT!!!!

MY BABE IS SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT AND I LOVE HIM WITH MY ENTIRE HEART!!!!!!

this next pic is blurry af i know, but I HAVE STORY WITH IT TOO

this picture is about two weeks after i got him. he’s drinking formula from a saucer for the first time. but you see that green thing beside the saucer? that’s a bottle cap from an apple juice bottle, and that’s what i got him to drink formula out of only a few hours prior all on his own for the first time ever outside of a syringe.

anyway. i’m all weepy eyed now, cause i always get weepy thinking back on when i first got my babe, and anytime i look at these pictures. nine years later, i have a big fuzzy baby who i love more every day.

here have some pics i took just now for comparison

HE SO FUZZ!! MUCH TOE BEAN!!!! VERY SLEEP!!!!!! (also sherlock chillin behind him lol)

he very sleepy and grumpers here (he’s already back asleep lol), but LOOK AT HIM!!!!! MY BABE!!!!! LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABE WHO I HAVE GIVEN MY WHOLE ENTIRE HEART TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway this has gone on long enough and has served as nothing but a way to expose myself further as a stereotypical dad that has to talk at length about and in great detail about his child. if you ever want more stories, i have plenty (the story of his dirty formula chin is probs my fav)

have one last departing sleepy face pic because i have no control and am always compelled to shove as many pics of my babe as possible down peoples throats (i DID warn y’all i’m one of those annoying dads)

#this ended up a lot longer than i expected it to #but i am in no way surprised #i will talk at length about my babe anytime i'm given the chance #ps tomi's fucking snoring right now #it's some quality fucking snores #tomi #my babe #long post #taterbugg-13 #asks

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jeonxgkook · 8 years ago

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Crepuscular | Prologue

word count: 4,398 genre: hyrbid au, magic au, (slight) college au (basically au mashup), angst, fluff

“Guess you’re stuck with me.”

cr.

The sun pulsed in the sky, high and proud, beating down on the golden skin of Taehyung’s arm as he lunged the bag of litter back in the trash. He never understood why people would litter ― there’s a trashcan not even two feet away from them.

As he contemplated the existence of men, he hauled back inside the large public library, praying his boss wouldn’t yell at him again for staying outside for too long. Taehyung raced the front desk and placed his feet next to each other, greeting the next group of teenagers running up his lane.

The best thing about the library Taehyung worked at was that it was right across the street from a college campus; more specifically, his school building. He was lucky enough to gain a job for right-after-school hours, and not only that, it was right across the street! His luck was turning around.

At one time in his life, Taehyung had gone through secondary school and suffered the casualties of being a teenager. He didn’t win popularity contests and had everyone begging on their knees for his attention, but he was more than content with being invisible. But there was one place he could escape to after his head was dumped down a toilet in the boys’ washroom or after he’d been shoved against a locker and beaten senseless for tattling about how some of the students were messing around with toxic chemicals after school without a teacher’s acknowledgement ― only one place he could escape: reading.

As pathetic and worthless as that seemed to some students, it always made sense to Taehyung. During lunch, he’d bring his books up to the school library and pick out some novels that the librarian recommended.

Then Taehyung graduated ― top of his class, he might add. Sure, he had little to gain from the kids at his school, but he knew college would be different. Why? He would make it different.

The first thing he did after he received the college acceptance was get a job ― one he’d enjoy. So, seeing as his love for books overwhelmed everything else, he decided that the library across his new campus (who was hiring) was the best choice.

Everything had gotten right to the point. Everything was settled ― his new apartment, not too far from campus, his new friends ― it was all perfect to him.

Until she came along and fucked up his entire freshman year.

“Sir, is it possible to renew my book?”

The voice snapped him out of his trance. Taehyung’s hand slipped from under his chin, sending his body back a little, tripping over his own feet.

“What?” he asked. “I’m sorry, what is it you need, again?”

A young boy, probably from the sophomore class from the college building, pointed his book on forensic anthropology. “Can I renew this, please?”

“Yes, of course.” Taehyung kindly took the book and the boy’s library card and punched a few codes in the computer, safely guarded behind the front desk, then scanned the barcode of the card and book.

“It’s due on the third of February.” Taehyung smiled and handed the book back to the young boy.

“Thank you.” The boy snatched the book and card, grabbed his bag from the floor, and hustled through the doors.

Taehyung sighed, leaning his elbow on the marble desk. Today wasn’t exactly his favorite day of the year.

December 30th. 365 days ago, he met Hani, the one person who would make or break his freshman year of college. In this case, it was break.

The long day proceeded, dragging each hour as if they were days; Taehyung couldn’t take another second of it, he needed a distraction, something to occupy his time and mind when people weren’t in his line asking for help. He started doing his homework, finishing it before six o’clock hit, and he didn’t get out until 8:30. He thus pulled out a novel he’d read a thousand times, rereading his favorite parts.

The last of the people usually left a few minutes before the library closed. His boss, a tall silver-haired tree of a man, came walking past him as the last of the people hustled out the door.

“Tae, can you lock up for me?” His boss, Namjoon, asked. Now, Taehyung might have been working at the library, but Namjoon ran the library. Sometimes, Taehyung wondered just how many of the books Namjoon has read. He knew that Namjoon read the entire library collection at least twice.

“Yeah, sure,” Taehyung answered, catching the flying keys in midair.

“Thanks. Oh, and happy birthday.”

As Namjoon left the library, Taehyung did his usual lock-up routine. Of course, the same day he met Hani happened to be his birthday. There was no way he’d forget it now, not for the rest of his life.

Taehyung checked all the shelves and made sure the books were put into alphabetical order, then reorganized the check-in books, put them back, and finally closed the library. He stood on the curb, around the school grounds. The night was so quiet and freezing, Taehyung could feel his toes and fingers turning to ice. Then the public bus showed up, opening its door.

Taehyung quickly stepped inside and handed the driver his bus fare. He wandered the aisle and settled on sitting in the farthest row of seats, all at the end of the bus. He sat down, adjusting the books in his bag, and leaned his head against the cold window, the bus jerking forward to life.

He closed his eyes. He wanted to rest.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Hani’s voice was aching as a sob built up in her throat. “There’s someone else, Tae, okay? I’m sorry.”

Taehyung’s face dropped. No, it couldn’t be. All the nights she said she was out with friends, they couldn’t be lies. No. He refused to believe it, but something in his mind told him that Hani was telling the truth.

“W-what?” His vocal chords got caught in his stomach, his voice unable to function. He felt like toppling over on the kitchen counter. He held the edge of the marble tiles, his gaze never leaving hers. “Please… Tell me you’re lying. Tell me that this is a sick joke.”

Hani’s hot tears streamed down her face, her makeup smeared from wiping away the extract. She sniffed and licked her lips, preparing her voice for the words she’d been trying to say the entire night. “It’s too late now.”

The hurt in Taehyung’s eyes made her guilt rise to its potential. Hani inched closer to the trembling boy, bringing her hands to cup his tear-stained cheeks. He finally had the gut to look at her in the eye, to let his eyes ask for themselves. “Please don’t leave me.” What he really wanted to say was, ‘Please don’t leave without explaining.’

Hani got the hint. She leaned closer to Taehyung, her breathing quivered and hiccup-y. She gulped before gathering the courage to say, “Two years.” She sighed, waited for his reaction, but she was too impatient and didn’t wait for him to say anything. “I’ve been with him for two years. Technically. We were on a break at one point, and that’s when I met you, and everything went to shit.”

Taehyung couldn’t say anything. He hated this. He hated her explanation; he prayed that this was some joke, a little something she made up to get him back for putting a red sock in her white clothes in the laundry last week.

“I should have told you, when we met,” she whispered, resting her forehead on his. “Please try to understand. I love you…”

He gulped. “But?”

Hani accepted the rest of her shame, staring right into his eyes ― beautiful brown holes that were glittered with hurt and agony. “I’m not in love with you.”

That’s it. She said it. He heard it. There were no more mysteries, at least none he wanted to know. Taehyung’s lips stood still, his eyes locked on the floor. Hani brought her thumb over his bottom, catching his attention.

She pressed her warm, wet lips to his, putting all her shame and sorrow into the last kiss she’d ever give him. Taehyung gripped her shirt and tried bringing her body closer, trying to find someway to keep her forever. His lips had fervor, anger, frustration, but most of all, hurt.

Just as quickly as the kiss started, it ended. Hani separated from Taehyung’s chest, his heart beating underneath her palm. With every last of her energy, she removed his hands from him and gave him one last look. “Goodbye, Taehyung.”

The bus parked, making Taehyung’s head bump against the seat in front of him and interrupting his dream, or was it a memory? It was both. “Ow!” He rubbed his head and peeked over the seat. The bus was stuck in traffic. Traffic? Dammit. He didn’t want to go home just yet, but he most definitely didn’t want to be in traffic for the next half hour.

The bus was next to a sidewalk, so it was perfect timing. He walked to the driver and said, “I’d like to get off now.”

The bus driver nodded and pulled a lever, the door opening wide. Taehyung stepped off and walked along the pavement, contemplating which way to go. If he kept on walking, he’d end up near the front part of downtown and make it home.

The moon was his only source of light to lead him, aside from the headlights on cars and the very faint street lights that barely did anything but point out their existence. As he walked down the neighborhood’s main street, alleyways and trash cans echoing off the brick walls.

A cat screeched out, along with the sound of multiple trash cans being thrown around. Street fights weren’t exactly a rare occurrence around here, but it was weird because Taehyung couldn’t see them. Typically, they’d just come out in the open, like per usual, but, even squinting, he couldn’t see anyone.

He inched in the alley and pulled his phone out, flashing the light out into the darkness. A meow echoed out. Taehyung looked down at his feet and saw a shriveled up cat trying to stand on its four paws. It fell back on the ground, its brown fur rustling into a dark black.

“Oh, my god.” Taehyung knelt down at the cat and held it’s head delicately, cupping it in his palm. “Hey, little guy, you all right?” He looked around, flashing his light around. “Is your owner around?” He searched the blackened fur for some kind of collar, but couldn’t find one.

It looked like any other street cat, but something was off. Despite the bruises around its eyes and little nose and the fact it could barely get up, the cat seemed pretty healthy, its belly full and chubby. Taehyung couldn’t just leave it out here to die. He scooped it up in his arm and held its teeth down, its body dangerously still.

“You’re gonna be alright,” he said. “I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He brought the cat home, carefully washing its fur in his tub. He made sure the cat had some food, and it even started walking before long.

He made a tiny bed made of old blankets and pillows, putting it inside his room. He carefully placed the injured cat on the bed and tried positioning it comfortably. “Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the vet. They’ll find you a good home.”

Taehyung smiled as the cat closed its eyes, desperately wanting to rest. He knew the feeling. He stretched up and walked to his own bed, covering himself in thin blankets. He put his toward to the thin pillow and tried closing his eyes, but all he could was stare at the clock.

Soon, slumber found refuge in Taehyung’s mind.

“No…”

Your ears perked up at Taehyung’s voice. It was the middle of the night, so it wasn’t exactly normal to hear some whimpering. You raised your head off the blankets and gazed at his sleeping form from the tiny bed he’d made you. It was dark, but your special eyes allowed sight like no other.

“No, please.” His voice was covered in pain and agony.

You raised your legs up, your paws contacting the cold floor. You bent you foreleg, accidentally putting too much pressure on it. You caught sight of a window, one that wouldn’t be hard to open, and it was right above Taehyung’s bed. Limping a little, you reached the edge of the bed and leaped forward, making sure to grip your claws to blanket in case you fell. You inched toward Taehyung’s head, inevitably getting closer to the window.

You gripped the empty side of the pillow and reached out for the windowsill. You stood on the sill and gazed down at Taehyung’s face.

You could have bet he would sleep better. He seemed like the kind of person who’d dream of gumdrops and unicorns, something of the happiness-sorts. You never really understood human dreams. But Taehyung seemed to be dreaming of something terrible, his face scrunching up in terror and pain.

You tilted your head, your big eyes scooting farther down to his face, sniffing his hair and forehead. He was sweating, and you could smell the fear in his aura. You poked at his ear with your nose, attempting to wake him up, but he refused.

“Please, s-stop.” Tears started forming in his eye and he clenched the bed sheets, his voice quivering.

Whatever the dream was, you knew it couldn’t be good. You looked over your shoulder, at the window. You could leave and head back to the business you were sent to do, but Taehyung looked in pain. You felt guilty for leaving him, especially after all he did for you.

You leaped back on the bed and curled up near his chest, your tail glazing over his chin and softly landing on the sheets. You concentrated, putting all your energy in calming his nerves. The glow you’d grown familiar with started appearing, glistening your fur. As it touched his golden skin, you looked at his face and saw him loosen, his breathing labored and his fist limp against the bed.

You curled your head near his chin, purring in delight as he heart began beating in a steady rhythm again.

“Shh,” you whispered, his arm unconsciously scooping around you. You flinched at the contact, having never been held by a human this delicately before.

You cuddled into his embrace, stretching your paws and finally settling down. “It’ll be okay,” you whispered, shutting your eyes. “I promise.”

Taehyung woke to the light shining in his face, directly into his eyelids. He opened his groggy eyes and glanced around. He saw the cat he’d saved last night in his arms. He was confused. How did the cat get from the bed to up on the bed without waking him up?

He raised from the bed, allowing the cat to nap. He got dressed, thanking god it was the weekend and he didn’t have school. He couldn’t bare going back knowing she was going to be there, in practically all his classes.

Taehyung made himself breakfast and made something for the cat. Soon, it woke up, strutting into the living room and gazing up at him. Its giant eyes were like saucers, big and glossy.

“Hey,” Taehyung greeted, patting its head and gesturing to its meal. “Eat up, we got a big day.” To most, it’d be weird to talk to a cat, but Taehyung couldn’t care less. He just wanted someone to talk to, and a strange cat seemed to be the next big option.

When the cat finally could walk on its own, Taehyung reached for his bag, jacket, and wallet. He walked out of the apartment building and headed down the stairs, passing by the front desk. The guy at the desk raised an eyebrow. “No pets allowed.”

Taehyung smiled and nodded, gesturing to the cat then outside. “I found the cat last night. I’m just gonna take it to the vet and they’ll take care of it.”

The desk man eyed him suspiciously but his word for it. He went back to reading the newspaper as Taehyung exited the building, the cat waddling by his side. The walk was tedious and long, but he managed to find a vet near the city, which was crowded with people and dogs trying to get a hold of the cat.

When they reached the vet, Taehyung lifted the cat off the ground, carefully petting its head, making sure no other animal would bother it. He glanced around the building, eyeing the tables and desks near the door. The place looked empty. Taehyung checked the door to see the ‘We’re open’ sign.

The vet came running in, putting boxes away through the room. Taehyung tried getting her attention, but she kept ignoring him, bustling around the room, organizing every nook and cranny, inevitably putting everything in boxes.

“Ma’am, I need to―”

She swooped past him and grabbed a broom from behind the door. “I can’t talk right now.”

Taehyung cocked a brow at her as she, instead of sweeping like he thought she’d do, started to pack the broom. Something was up. Maybe now wasn’t the right time to be at the vet. “Um, I guess I’ll come back later.”

“No, sorry, kid; I won’t be here later.” The vet gathered her bag and stuffed some medical supplies in boxes. “The vet’s closing down. For now, anyway.”

“What?” Taehyung gasped. “You can’t shut down! Look, I found this injured cat last night and it needs a vet.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you.” She slammed the lid of a brown trunk down, the sound echoing off the walls. “They think they can take away my grant. Ooohh, I’ll prove them so wrong.” She faced Taehyung and said, “I’d suggest you take that cat to a different vet.”

The golden boy sighed, holding up the cat. “There is no other vet in the city! If I can’t get the cat to some sort of professional, it’ll die.”

After profusely apologizing, the vet sent him away. Taehyung wandered into the city street, with the cat still in his arms. It squirmed in his arms and he put it back on the ground, gently petting its back before getting back up on his own feet.

Taehyung searched all over the city ― not a single vet in sight. And for those who were open said they’d have to put the cat down. And it a great possibility of that happening. Taehyung couldn’t let that happen. He promised the cat a good home, promised to not let anything happen to it.

He walked to a cafe and ordered some food, leaving a little muffin for the cat. He gathered the food and sat outside the cafe, reading his tray under an umbrella which graciously blocked his skin from the boiling sun. The cat jumped on the table and made him jump a little bit.

“Wow, look at you. You heal quickly.” Taehyung fed the cat a muffin and ate the rest. As he threw his trash away, he glanced at his watch. He was late for work! He sprinted down the street, the cat following closely behind him. It actually surprised Taehyung to know that the cat was active and ready to run at any given moment. Most cats in the city didn’t usually lift a single paw, let alone run through the crowded street.

“Tae, you’re late!”

Taehyung pulled his library staff ID over his neck and rushed to the front desk, Namjoon red-faced, boiling in rage. “I’m so sorry, I was ―”

Namjoon lifted his pale hand, stopping the younger boy. “Don’t want to hear it.” He eyed the cat jump on the counter and glance around the front entrance of the library. “Taehyung, is this cat yours?”

Taehyung cringed and turned to face his boss. “No… Okay, maybe yes.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and scooped the cat up in his arms. Surprisingly, the cat didn’t do anything to indicate it didn’t want to be touched; it didn’t even flinch when Namjoon, someone it barely recognized, held it over the air and put it back on the ground. “Taehyung, you know that there’s a no-pet policy.”

“It’s not my pet,” Taehyung defended, holding a renewed book over the scanner and handing it back to the owner. “I’m just taking care of it until I found it a new home. Can’t you let me slide this one time? I promise, he’s well behaved.”

“She,” Namjoon corrected. He lifted the feminine and held its rear up towards Taehyung’s face. “It’s a female.”

The younger boy took the cat away and placed it in his arms, petting its fur softly. The cat’s back scratched against his palm, her paws stretched out, her head cuddled into the crease of his elbow.

“Fine.” Namjoon gave up. Checking his watch, he groaned. “Just make sure she doesn’t do anything.”

This is humiliating.

Holding a rear end to human eyes was one of the most embarrassing things you’d ever been made to do. But as soon as you felt the familiar warmth of Taehyung’s arm, you relaxed and fell right in.

You finally had a chance to look at the culprit who snagged you. This human was particularly different. He was tall, but he had silver hair. And from the looks of his youth, he seemed too young to have gray hair. You wondered whether or not he made his hair turn silver by himself. It fascinated you.

“Just make sure she doesn’t do anything,” the silver-haired boy said, gesturing towards you. You felt quite offended that he had the need to eye you like you were some sort of wild animal; well, he wasn’t wrong, but it still hurt.

The boy with silver hair left and wandered to the back of the building, too far for your eyes to capture. Why were there so many people? It made no sense to see so many humans in one place. You didn’t understand these creatures.

Taehyung placed you back on the front desk, asking, “Try not to get me in trouble?”

You almost blurted it out with words, but you stopped yourself before he could hear your response. Instead, you did the typical thing and purred, plumping your butt on the marble counter. You tilted your head and studied the behaviors of the strange humans. They either traveled in pairs, groups or by themselves. This puzzled you, a group of them coming forth to the desk.

There were two females who seemed to be way older than the two children hopping around the counter. “Mommy, look, a cat!”

“Sweetie, be polite.” As one of the women handed Taehyung a book and a plastic card, she asked, “Is it okay if my daughter can pet your cat?”

Taehyung’s face stood still, his brows furrowing together. “Um, she isn’t my ―”

“What’s her name?” the other kid asked, petting your tail. It didn’t bother you that much, but you did wish their hands weren’t so grabby.

“Her name?” Taehyung asked himself.

You turned your head to face him, your eyes bright and staring at him. You used the last of your energy to send a message to his head, whispering your name. Hopefully, he got the point.

“Y/N,” Taehyung said. He shook his head, not knowing why that name popped into his head.

You tried holding your smug smile and leaned into the touch of the children. You purred as Taehyung gave the women their cards back and the children said goodbye, chasing after their parents.

This facade continued for the rest of the day. People would constantly come up to you and pet you, ask your name, and sometimes children would even play with you as their parents got assistance from Taehyung. It didn’t worry too much, but you’d rather be on the counter, where you can easily keep an eye on Taehyung.

But in your time of solitude, as he checked some books out, you noticed something very important. Not once had you seen him smile. In the short time you’d known this human boy, you’d never seen his smile. As far as you understood, smiling was a way for humans to show their gratitude or happiness. Clearly, Taehyung felt none of those things strongly enough to show even a little smile.

Around the sun started to set on the horizon, Taehyung seemed exhausted, completely drained of energy. You were so lifeful, you were ready to run out and start jumping, but Taehyung didn’t seem to be in the mood for running and adventures.

The silver-haired boy you’d seen a few hours ago popped up in the darkness of the library. He held a package, one that was covered in trees and what seemed like an illustration of snow falling. What kind of wrapping material was that?

“Happy birthday, from yesterday,” the older boy said, handing the package out to Taehyung.

The younger boy looked at the package, examining it closely. “Namjoon, did you get me a pillowcase like last year?”

Namjoon chuckled and shook his head. “No, this time it’s an actual present. You’ll like it, promise.”

You watched as he walked out the door, throwing Taehyung a chain of keys. As the older boy left, Tae held the package under his arm, headed towards the front doors. You took that as the cue to leave, so you jumped off the counter and walked outside, the sudden night chill shivering over your fur.

Taehyung walked along the sidewalk and didn’t make the normal stop at the bus. Instead, he wandered along the sidewalk and crossed the street, the patter of your paws right after him. No way you were going to let him out of your sight.

The day at work was exactly like the day before; except, this time, whenever someone asked if you were Taehyung’s cat, he’d simply reply with “Yeah, she’s mine.”

At the end of the day, he took you home and held you up to the bed. “Guess you’re stuck with me, Y/N.”

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