#I’m over here like oh I never could have guessed how absolutely insane

[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

Just Like Me

summary:

From the convenient timing to his inability to stop talking about Paris, talk of their relationship is inevitable. Still, the chasm between them remains. While Napoleon hopes to cross it, he knows he’s only good for making things worse.

Or, the ending events of Amor Magnus Doctor Est - Chapter Five, but from Napoleon’s perspective.

notes:

After reading Amor Magnus Doctor Est for the umpteenth time, I started thinking about how Napoleon would react to the events towards the end of chapter 5.

If you haven’t read the fic, PLEASE DO SO!! I PROMISE you will not regret it (although it may take over your entire life and influence your trip to Chicago, but that’s probably something that only happens to yours truly). However, you don’t have to read the original fic to understand this standalone.

excerpt:

The bitter cold runs its sharp tendrils up his spine and he can’t hold back a slight shiver. Even faced with Illya’s so-called inhuman warmth, it’s a force to be reckoned with. He knows he should move; that they either need to continue this walk or he needs to duck out. At the same time, nothing could convince him to move from this moment.

As if to root him to said moment, Illya’s arm wraps gently around his shoulders, pulling him minutely closer. He blames it on instinct, the way he immediately slides his arm behind Illya’s waist and leans closer. Illya is warm, he notes, his presence soothing and achingly familiar even if they’ve never shared a moment quite like this. He finds himself hoping it will last forever. A voice in his head is quick to retort that he doesn’t deserve it, though it sounds close enough to Victoria’s voice that he steadfastly ignores it.

“You really are warm, Peril,” he murmurs, blaming the sudden looseness of his tongue on the pitch blackness of the night sky and the way it seems to absorb his words, or perhaps the alcohol that really had no impact on him. He’s terrified, though, of the real reason: he feels safe here.

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inspired by Amor Magnus Doctor Est by @cha-melodius

[simpforboys]

you’ve bewitched me

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: xavier takes your virginity.

warnings: smut!! loss of virginity, unprotected piv, soft!xavier, he’s a fat simp, fluffy smut, best friends to lovers, oral (f and m receiving), swearing

based on this !!!

the way you couldn’t get out of xavier’s head was driving him insane. he never knew he could need crave someone so bad. 

he remembered the moment so vividly. 

you two were walking in the rain as he held the umbrella for the both of you. you didn’t remember exactly how the topic came up, but you and your best friend had started talking about sexual experiences. 

“a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” xavier joked you rolled your eyes and nudged his shoulder, making the both of you laugh. 

“just tell me,” you groaned. 

“fine. bianca wanted me to eat her out once. things escalated from there and we ended up fucking.” xavier confessed, keeping his eyes down. 

your gasp made him jump. “damn... my best friend gets hella pussy then.” you joked as he sarcastically rolled his eyes, face blushing in embarrassment. 

“now what have you done?” xavier asked you. 

you pursed your lips together. the sound of the rain falling with leaves crunching filled the silence. 

“go on,” xavier said. your silence was making him nervous. 

“i’m a uh, a virgin.” 

xavier bit the inside of his cheek while nodding at you. 

‘thanks for the silence, asshole.” you said jokingly, trying to ignore the way your face felt hot. 

xavier was trying to ignore the blood rushing to his pants. 

xavier had been in love with you for years. he’d dated other girls to try and get over you, but they never ended up being you. 

but ever since your confession, he couldn’t help but want you even more. the amount of nights he’d spent jerking off to a vision of you in his head, the way he would do absolutely anything for you. 

xavier was so lost in thought he didn’t even notice his phone dinging. the only thing that snapped him out of his daydreams was a knock on the door to his room. 

 he opened the door to see you standing there, eyes wide and anxious. 

“why haven’t you been answering your phone?” you asked him. you pushed past your best friend as he confusedly shut and locked the door behind you. 

“busy thinking. what’s wrong?” he questioned. 

“you know that siren boy, kent?”

xavier nodded, eyebrows furrowed tightly together in hesitation. 

“he asked me to come to his dorm to do... things.” you said in embarrassment. 

xavier bit his tongue so hard he didn’t even realize it was bleeding slightly. 

“what things, y/n?” 

“he asked me to give him a blow job.” you confessed quietly, sitting on xavier’s bed as his tall frame stood in front of you. he was wearing grey sweatpants with a red shirt on, his hair damp from a shower. 

the pang of jealousy that shot through xavier felt almost like a stab in the gut. 

“so why are you here then?” xavier asked, trying to keep his cool. 

“i need, uh, never mind. it was stupid for me to come here.”

“answer me, y/n.” 

“i’m scared, okay? i’ve never done anything like that before and i guess i just wanted... i don’t know... lessons?” 

xavier’s heartrate spiked tremendously. oh my god. 

“i’m sorry-” you began but xavier cut you off. 

“i mean, i can definitely help.” 

“really?” you questioned, staring straight up at him. your stomach hurt from anxiety and you swore you’d never noticed how gorgeous your best friend was until he looked at you with such lust in his eyes. 

“is this okay?” he whispered, leaning down as his left hand moved to cup your jaw. you nodded against his hand as he kissed you. 

you kissed back, the feeling weird. it felt like electricity was connecting your lips together, an addictive feeling. neither of you could get enough of it. 

xavier moved to lie you down on the bed, his lips not leaving yours. 

your own hands pulled his waist close to you, feeling his hard cock on your thigh. holy fuck, this is happening. 

“are you sure you want this?” xavier mumbled against your neck.

“mmm please, yes,” you gasped as you felt him suck a hicky.

he stopped momentarily to remove his shirt. his heart was racing as you also removed yours. he’d never seen you in a bra before and the look of your tits made him start to drool.

the way he stared at you made you feel incredibly nervous and as you tried to cover yourself up, he began sucking hickies along your boobs.

“xavier,” you whimpered. xavier swore that was the hottest thing he’s ever heard in his entire life.

“you’re so pretty, y/n.” xavier told you as his big hands removed your sweatpants and panties.

you undid your bra and suddenly realized how vulnerable and exposed you were. but yet, xavier made you feel safe.

you watched as his head went between your already shaking thighs and sucked teasingly close to your cunt.

“holy fuck!” you accidentally yelped as his tongue came in contact with your clit.

you felt him smirking against your pussy as he ate it like it was his last meal. your back arched as you gripped his hair.

the feeling of having your pussy getting eaten by your best friend was euphoric and you were on cloud 9.

“that feel good, y/n?” xavier hummed.

“so good, please don’t stop,” you begged.

the new pleasure was too much. you were a shuttering mess as he continued to suck your clit, two fingers stretching out your soaking wet pussy.

“i’m already gonna cum-“ you moaned.

“cum for me, y/n.” xavier’s pride was beaming as he watched you squirm for him. he was so fucking hard for you.

your body trembled as your orgasm hit you like a truck. your breathing was heavy and your skin was damp with sweat. 

xavier moved to sit back. 

“do you still wanna learn about that blowjob?” he asked after you calmed down from your high. you nodded as you got on your knees in front of xavier. 

your heart continued to pound. you shakily gripped his hard cock. xavier immediately noticed your nerves. 

“what’s wrong?” he questioned, worry written all over his face. 

“i don’t really know what i’m doing.” you let out a breathy laugh. xavier smiled from your confession, leaning down to kiss you. 

“i’ll help you. start by licking the tip.” 

you followed your best friend’s instruction. you began to lightly lick the tip of his leaking cock and felt him shudder against you. 

“fuck- now try sucking the head and jerk me off in your hand.”

you brought the head into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks. your right hand began to jerk the base of his cock, feeling xavier’s own hand come up to hold your hair back. 

“good girl. holy shit-” xavier whimpered. 

the sight laid out in front of you was engraved permanently in your brain. xavier, your best friend, with his head leaned back as you sucked his dick. he looked like a fucking god and you knew there was no going back from this. 

you started to gradually suck further down until you felt his dick twitch in your mouth. fighting the gag, you desperately focused on trying to get him to cum in your mouth. 

“so, so, so good for me, y/n.” 

tears formed in your eyes as you gagged on his cock. hearing xavier whimper  your name with praises almost made you cum again. 

“i’m so fucking close, if you don’t wanna swallow it then- oh shit.” xavier spurted hot cum into your mouth. the liquid tasted salty but not in a bad way. 

now it was xavier’s turn for his breathing to be jagged. you stood back up, your naked body in all its glory. you laid down on his twin size bed, his eyes following yours as you spread your legs. 

“please take my virginity, xavier. please.” you begged. 

xavier’s whole body was overwhelmed with ecstasy. “i don’t have a condom.” he breathed out, his body now hovering over yours. 

“i don’t fucking care- i need you so bad.” 

xavier kissed your lips again. you held his hand as he rubbed his tip and down your cunt. “tell me if you need me to stop.”

with that, he slowly pushed in. your pussy was so wet it was almost went in with one motion. he went all the way in slowly, watching your face for any sort of discomfort. 

“oh my god-” he whispered. your pussy felt amazing on his hard cock and all he wanted to do was fuck you. but this was about you. and he didn’t want to ruin this intimate moment for you. 

“you okay?” he whispered against your neck. 

“it feels weird.” you mumbled back. you felt stuffed, yet so needy. 

“can you please move?” you asked. 

xavier started to slowly move his hips in and out. his hair fell in front of his face. 

“fuck-” you moaned. 

his hand came down and rubbed circles against your clit. your body felt extremely hot from the overwhelming amount of pleasure it was receiving. 

“you feel so good. my good girl, right?” he asked, eyes looking directly into yours. 

you nodded quickly. “i’m all yours, xavier.” 

he continued to fuck your cunt. the only thing that was heard was the sound of skin slapping skin, both of your moans, and the bed squeaking. 

“i’m gonna cum again, xavier.” you announced. 

“me too,” he mumbled. the pleasure was becoming too much for him as your pussy clenched against him.

“holy fuck- shit.” your second orgasm overcame your body. xavier kept his finger on your clit, fucking you through your orgasm. when he felt his own, he quickly pulled out and jerked the tip of his cock. warm cum spurted out onto your stomach and his hips bucked against his hand. 

he plopped down next to you, both breathing heavily and tired. the temperature of the room was very hot and humid. 

after a couple moments of silence, xavier whispered, “i love you, y/n. not in a friend way. i want to be more then friends.”

“i love you too, xavier. i want to be more then friends.” 

xavier leaned up on his elbow, looking down happily at your face. 

“let me take you out tomorrow?” 

“it’s a date.”

xavier and you both smiled as he leaned down and kissed you once again. 

“also, fuck kent. i’ll tell him to go fuck himself.” 

you laughed at xavier’s attitude. 

“if it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t have been here.” you murmured, drawing circles on xavier’s chest. 

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Five

“Robs!” Steve shouts through the apartment, toeing his shoes off at the door.

“Kitchen!”

Steve heads through, and he can’t help but notice something looks kind of off. It looks different in here but he can’t quite put his finger on it, “Robs, did you do something to your apartment?”

“Yeah, I cleaned it.”

“Oooh. Yeah,” Steve looks back through the kitchen doorway, “yeah, that’s what’s different.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too, bitch.”

“Fuckface.”

Steve frowns, there’s a cookbook propped open and actual like, fresh ingredients on the chopping board, “what are you doing?”

“Is that a rhetorical question because-”

“Robs, I have literally never seen you cook anything more complicated than eggs and toaster waffles, what is this,” Steve goes over to be nosy, “chicken satay skewers and bang bang cauliflower- what the actual fuck. I didn’t even know you knew what recipe books were.”

“Fuck off. And it’s for Chrissy, she said it’s her favorite-”

“Oh my god. I’m dead. I’m dead aren’t I. I got into a crash on the way-”

“Steve.”

“Alternate dimension-”

“Jesus Christ-”

“Abducted by aliens?”

“Steve, I can cook a nice meal for my girlfriend, alright, it’s not, like, illegal-”

“Your what?!”

She stops and actually turns to look at him, she’s wearing her absolute dead serious face, “Steve. I like her. A lot.”

“So now you’re what, fucking pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen-”

“Steve! Look. She’s clever. She’s funny. She’s kind. She calls me out on my bullshit and she is extremely hot doing it. She plays volleyball Steve. Volleyball. Have you ever seen girls play volleyball? Not only is it insanely aggressive but the shorts are so tiny they’re on the verge of disappearing up her crack and it’s socially acceptable for me to go out and watch that Steve.”

“Yeah but- you don’t have to like, date her to get all of that-”

“I do. I do Steve. Because I want to. We can’t just do,” she gestures vaguely, “this for our entire lives.”

“But whyyyyy?” Steve whines.

“Because we have to grow up at some point.”

“Yeah but...now?” Steve knows he’s pouting.

“Good a time as any, anyway, aren’t you literally about to go to dinner at Eddie’s uncles place? Literally the only notable family member that he has? His only parental figure and therefore the most important person in his life-”

“You can stop now.”

“I’m just saying that sounds kind of serious-”

“I will throw myself off the roof to get out of this dinner. Don’t test me.”

Robin completely ignores him, “I’ve seen how Eddie looks at you,” Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes, “Steve, that boy looks at you like he’d crawl a mile over broken glass to sniff your farts. Could you just like, appreciate that about him for thirty god damn seconds.”

Steve has a range of acceptable beer. He has picked up a six pack of something from uncomfortably near the bottom of that range. He takes a deep breath as he grabs it off the passenger seat.

Steve’s pretty sure he’s never been inside a trailer once in his damned life, and he has absolutely no idea what to expect. From the outside it looks...cramped. Steve’s certain his entire bedroom is bigger than this whole place.

Steve prepares himself to be polite about whatever he’s about to walk into.

Eddie fucking lights up when he opens the door, it makes Steve skin itchy while simultaneously something flaps about in his stomach, “oh wow, you bought the good beer!” Eddie looks thrilled as he takes it to put in the fridge.

Which he makes it to in about four steps because the kitchen is like, right there. And Steve’s taken one step in through the door and he’s already in the middle of the lounge, which is, efficient, he guesses.

“Here, come sit at the table, Wayne’s about done with dinner.”

“Errr...thanks.” Eddie indicates a place at a cramped little built in breakfast nook type thing, and Steve slides in just as Wayne appears from down the hall.

It was fucking awkward getting in, it’s even more awkward getting straight back out again so he can shake Wayne’s hand, “good to see you again Sir.”

Steve gets a firm handshake, and then not two minutes later he’s eating the first bite of what might be the best thing he’s ever put in his mouth. Wayne Muson makes a pot roast that should win a Michelin Star. Who could have fucking predicted that.

[boydepartment]

ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚ from the start (trips) - nishimura riki x m! reader

inspired by this cover - angst - masterlist - wc 250-300 -> PT 2

riki absolutely hated your tendency to have new crushes almost weekly. you were his best friend ever and something that kept him from going insane. riki always had busy schedules so being able to hang out w you once in awhile helped balance it.

there was just one thing, you were a hopeless romantic and would crush on anything breathing. and normally this didn’t bother him but now for some reason

it was.

it was REALLY bothering him.

riki didn’t know what was wrong with him, he watched you as you started to wash his face, bumming off his products and clothes.

he liked when you both shared clothes, having the same style helped a lot. he liked shopping with you too, how your eyes would light up a bit seeing something. or when you guys went out to get coffee and you’d know his order.

but you were his friend. yeah…

“oh and then she said this thing that was just so funny it had me cracking up and-“

you were ranting about this girl you met in your class, which was weird because riki noted that you mentioned slightly last week that you leaned towards guys which wasn’t a problem for him at all and-

no never mind riki didn’t want to think about that right now.

“she also said this one thing about my hoodie- well your hoodie and-“

“okay okay i get it.” his tone even took him aback, he felt horrible when he noticed you tensed up and turned to him.

your messy hair falling perfectly on your boyish features, the way your eyes looked, the small details on your face. this has been happening a lot, the awkward silences and him staring at you for a little too long. then it clicked…

oh

oh

“i’m sorry- i- i don’t know where that- i’m sorry continue.” riki coughed and looked down at his phone.

he heard you huff and he looked at you again, “i’m not going to talk if you’re just going to look at your phone. in fact you’ve been off this entire hangout dude… i don’t know what the fuck i did to you- god forbid i share about MY day… you get-“

“okay well maybe you’re fucking annoying talking about all your crushes every week, it’s to the point where i tune you out because it’s so fucking irritating!” riki snapped and he now knew where this anger was coming from- jealousy

he watched as your features shifted from anger, to concern, right back to anger, “well fine since i’m SO annoying i guess i’ll leave then.”

riki felt you shoulder check him before walking out of the bathroom, he stood there for two seconds debating.

he could run after you, and risk ruining everything.

or he could stay here in the bathroom and wait till it all blows over the next day- handling it in a very “dude” way. that’s what jake and him do. just handling it the dude way with a quick apology after an argument then it’s over.

but to riki- you weren’t just a dude, you weren’t just one of his guy friends, you weren’t just his best friend, you were more than that.

and before he knew it, his feet were sprinting to the other side of the house where you were slipping your shoes on. panicking he full on tackled you.

“what the hell is your problem?!” you yelled as you hit the floor

“IM JEALOUS OKAY? IM JEALOUS!” riki yelled, holding onto you like you’d disappear

he had no clue what the hell he was doing. he felt crazy- insane even.

he felt you sit up slightly, rubbing your head from the impact and he looked up at you. still holding tightly onto you.

your brows were contorted and confused, you were dazed obviously because of the fall.

“jealous of what, you psycho?!” a small smile started to curl up on your lips, he felt his stomach churn as you kept speaking, “you’re my best friend, some girl won’t change that-“

“no- no it will-“ riki was panicking again, god what was wrong with him?! usually he’s confident and calm what the hell is going on?!

you looked at him again, “riki genuinely i’m not a shitty friend i’m not going to leave you for her that’s a terrible thing for a friend to-“

“i- i-“ he swallowed hard and he did something he is going to regret, he let go of you, he realized just because you said you liked boys, doesn’t mean you necessarily liked him like that, “yeah- yeah sorry… i just got paranoid i guess.”

“stupid.” you laughed and shoved him playfully, you took off your shoes, “since you’re not going to be an asshole anymore let’s finish that movie.” you stood up and riki watched you walk back further into the house. when you turned the corner he turned so he was on his back, he stared at the ceiling.

memories flashed of you and his hangouts, he felt his heart drop.

i guess he’s always loved you from the start

[ghostfacd]

jh86 — in your life, you’ll do things greater than, dating the boy on the hockey team.

au masterlist | hi guys! thanks for reading, make sure you look into my au masterlist for context on yn and jack’s relationship. this can totally be read without having context, but it’ll be much more enjoyable with, so make sure you check it out !! also livvy hughes is from my gabe perreault au which can be found here. this isn’t proofread yet but enjoy, muah & kisses

Jack Hughes.

Although he was known in your high school for being a handsome and incredibly athletic boy, you didn’t care much for him.

Besides, you had too many APs and Honor classes to be worrying about. Like right now; with your nose inside your AP Chemistry textbook, trying your best to not go absolutely insane. So far, it wasn’t working.

It had gotten to the point where you slammed your head against the textbook, making those around you turn to glare at the loud noise. You apologize profusely, deciding to go cry quietly in one of the study rooms the library had, not caring if you’d go home later with red eyes.

“Hey, you okay?”

A guy’s voice pulls you away from your textbook, your sniffles quickly filling the quiet room.

“This room is reserved, sorry.” You say, wiping away your tears with your eyes.

“Oh no, I know. I was just wondering if you were okay. I passed by and heard crying.”

Great. Not only did you look terrible at the moment, a cute guy just heard you crying. How embarrassing.

“It’s just chemistry,” you sigh, “I don’t know why I took it. It’s making me go insane.”

The boy laughs quietly, nodding to your words. “Yeah, I felt the same way about chemistry. Hated it.”

You noticed the equipment he had on his backpack, a long hockey stick and skates.

“You play hockey?”

“Yep. Jack Hughes, 86 on the ice.”

Your eyes widened, not expecting Jack Hughes to be right in front of you. Sure, you’ve heard about him endlessly, mostly coming from giggling girls in your grade, but you’ve never actually seen him up close.

Suddenly, Jack’s phone rang, and he picks it up with quite a bit of annoyance. “Yes. I’m at the library. The one next to the Starbucks, uh huh. Yep, I’ll be out now. Bye mom. Love you too.”

He turns it off, turning around to face you once again. “I have to get going,” he says, frowning. “But I’d be glad to help you with your AP Chemistry work. Here’s my number.”

You glance at the numbers, taking out your phone from your pocket, typing it into your contacts.

“Thanks Jack,” you say gratefully, “I thought you hated chem, though?”

“Oh I hate it.” He laughs. “But it doesn’t mean I’m bad at it. Just give me a call whenever.”

Jack Hughes walked away that day giddy that he had given his number to a cute girl, and you had walked away happy that you were finally getting chemistry help.

However, your happiness didn’t last long when you realized Jack Hughes had absolutely no idea what he was doing when it came to chemistry.

“No Jack!” You say bewilderingly as you watched him scribble a bunch of nonsense on your paper. “What is up with you?”

It was a week after you two had first met at the library and Jack was helping you out in the same study room he had walked into you crying last week.

“I’m sorry okay!” Jack panics, face in a red flush. “I have no idea what I’m doing! I don’t! I just said I did because you’re so cute and I couldn’t help it and I—”

Jack slaps his hands over his mouth before he could say further, shocked that he’s accidentally revealed to you how cute he thinks you are. “Oh my god.”

You furrow your eyebrows, but your stern look doesn’t last long before you burst out in giggles. “Why didn’t you just say so?” You ask.

He finally puts his hands back on the table, “I don’t know.. I guess I was scared of rejection.”

“You? Scared of rejection?” You raise your eyebrows. “Jack, you know girls in our grade and not in our grade would die to even be near you, right?”

Jack blushes at this, keeping his head down. “But those girls aren’t you, it’s different.”

Well goddamnit Jack Hughes, you really knew how to swoon a girl over.

"Really? And you're not just saying that to play me?"

Jack shakes his head quickly. "What? No Y/N, I would never."

And that was the start to yours and Jack's relationship. Although you still very much needed a chemistry tutor, you're glad the hockey player had somehow managed to sneak his way into your life, bringing joy and happiness while he was at it.

"Hey Rory, do you think this looks good on me?" Olivia "Livvy" Hughes, the Hughes' youngest child and also the only girl considered you as one of her best friends because you two were both girls. She was over the moon when Jack had brought you home, claiming she was going to finally have the sister she always wanted.

Needless to say, Quinn, Jack, and Luke were frowning that day at her comment.

The Hughes had started calling you Rory after Jack had. Why did he start calling you that? You really didn't know, but Jack had explained that the nickname was cute, and he had gotten it from your last name, which was Lerory.

"You look gorgeous Livvy!" You gleam happily, watching the younger girl in awe. "He is going to die."

"Who is going to die and why are you dressed up like you're going on a date Olivia Hughes?" The voice of your boyfriend makes you turn to face the boy, who had an unimpressed look on his face. "Who's the guy? Do I know him? I'm gonna kill him."

"Jack!" you scold, slapping his arm. "Your sister looks stunning, doesn't she?"

Jack mumbles something under his breath, to which you responded with an elbow to his side. "Fine. Yes Livs, you look amazing. Don't do anything stupid, alright?"

Livvy nods, before giving you a bone breaking hug for getting her brother off her back. She mumbles a love you thank you in your ear before running outside to Gabe, her date.

Jack places a kiss on your head, leading you to his room and placing a Netflix show on as background noise.

"I'm really glad you and Livvy get along," Jack says quietly. "I was worried you wouldn't for some reason."

"She's a great person J," you say, placing a peck on his lips. "And so are you."

The next time you're over at the Hughes house, there was a bunch of yelling and crying, much of which came from Jack and Livvy. Luke was on Jack's side, Quinn being gone in Vancouver.

"What's going on?" You mumble, feeling like you're an intruder coming into a scene that you were unwelcomed in.

"Did you know?!" Jack huffs angrily, now facing you.

"Did I know what, Jack?"

"Did you know she was dating Gabe Perreault? That kid who plays hockey for Princeton?"

So this is what this is all about. Jack was once again being his overprotective self.

"Yes J, I don't see the problem? He treats her well."

"Well I don't want her dating a hockey player! I know how they are! Luke and I know how they are!"

Livvy watches in tears as her brother continues yelling some more before making her way to you, practically falling into your arms.

"Jackson Rowden Hughes, you better stop yelling at Olivia before I do something about it. You are an adult, Jack. Livvy is an adult now, she's 18, she's allowed to date whomever she wants with or without your permission. Same goes with you, Luke Warren Hughes. You guys need to stop upsetting your sister! Just because Quinn isn't here doesn't mean you can corner and scream at her!"

Your words make Jack and Luke go mute, heads down in embarrassment when they realize how right your words were.

"Rory's right," Jack says awkwardly, clearing his throat. "I'm sorry Livvy. I didn't mean it, I just don't want you to get hurt."

Livvy nods, breaking the hug with you to go hug her brothers.

Later that night, Jack slips under the covers of his bed, putting his arms around your frame.

"You'd be a good mother Rory." He mumbles sleepily.

"Hm?"

"You'll be a good mom. I saw the way you handled my argument with Livvy earlier, thank you by the way. It shows how amazing you truly are." He places a kiss on your bare shoulder. "And I can't wait to have a family with you Y/N Lerory."

His words make you pull him closer, placing small kisses around his face. "I can't wait to have a family with you too, J."

Although Jack's words weren't true, and he wasn't ready at all.

Which is why the both of you were standing in the kitchen of your dorms, mascara running down your cheeks while Jack ruffles his hair in stress.

"What do you mean you're pregnant?" he says, eyebrows furrowing.

"Well what does it mean Jack?! It takes two people to make a baby!"

"You don't think I know that?!"

"Well by the way you're acting, it sure as hell feels like i'm the one at fault here!"

"I don't know Rory, I don't know." Jack's face is in his hands now, which gives you deja vu to when he first blurted out that he had found you cute. "I need time to think. I can't do this right now."

"What do you mean Jack?" you say, voice cracking as you reach out to him. "J, talk to me."

But he shakes his head, "I'm a professional hockey player now Y/N, you're a college student. I can't be doing this right now." With that, he leaves your dorm.

The next few days are spent with you in your bed, crying into your pillows. Your roommate, Madison, frowns as she watches your depressed state. She leaves an ice cream in your fridge, telling you words of encouragement and telling you that you can come to her anytime about anything.

When the news reaches Livvy, she's absolutely fuming, immediately taking out her phone to call you. Seeing your puffy eyes and cracked voice, she dials Jack right after, ready to give him a piece of her mind.

What she doesn't expect is to see him equally broken as you, eyebags heavy and eyes red.

"I know I fucked up Livs. I know." He says, crying at his desk. Although he's got the NHL title, a bunch of girls who would die to be with him, he still feels so utterly alone without you.

"You know what's funny Jack? You always warned me about how shitty hockey guys can be, you threw a fit because I was dating one, but you ended up being the biggest asshole of them all."

And Jack can do nothing but cry, because his younger sister's words were all too true.

[haikyuubby]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮…

❀ - 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 , 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 , 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 , 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 , 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 , 𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮

rengoku

• he fell for you about 2 months after meeting you. whether you’re in the demon slayer corps or not, he falls head over heels for you.

• rengoku’s the type of guy to be open about his crush on you. he’s always boasting about you to other people, and this is how you figured out that he had a crush on you.

• after you heard him talking about you to someone, you decide to confront him about his feelings.

• “Of course I like you, y/n! Which is why I’m asking you to be my girlfriend!” he exclaims happily.

• when you accept his offer, he gives you a warm hug and and swears that he’ll do everything in his power to protect you.

tengen

• now we all know that tengen already has 3 wives, but let’s imagine that he’s open for a 4th wife. he didn’t plan to have another, but you changed his mind. let me also mention that he already talked to makio, suma, and hinatsuru about this, and they approve of this.

• tengen fell for you unintentionally. like i said, he already has 3 wives, so why would he need another? (the more the merrier i guess)

• he couldn’t help himself when he saw you for the first time. he thought you were so flashy. with the way you dress, the way your hair was done, how you carried yourself, he thought you were absolutely beautiful.

• after you caught his eye, he came up and sparked a conversation with you, it started along the lines of “Hey, you there! I like how flashy your outfit is!“

• you caught the vibe that he wanted you after you started counting how many times in a day he brought up the idea of having a “4th wife”.

• after he introduced you to his wives, he proposed shortly after. when you accept, him and his wives welcome you into their family with open arms.

sanemi

• oh boy.

• he would honestly ignore all feelings he has, unless you show signs of liking him.

• this is because he thinks of dating as “pointless” and “a waste of time” considering him being a hashira.

• he couldn’t help but realize that he actually liked your company. he enjoyed the times that you’d go out of your way to hang out with him.

• you’d also notice that while he’s very…aggressive and rough with other people, he seemed to be a little more gentle with you. he still had his outbursts and things like that, but you knew that he liked having you around.

• he randomly confessed to you after you guys got in a pointless argument. he didn’t even mean to confess fr but 😍

• “I’m sorry, y/n. I want you to just…be happy with me. I want you to be my girlfriend.” he admits after said argument.

• “Don’t get all mushy on me now…” he’ll say after you accept his offer (yes you might’ve had watery eyes because you didn’t expect this from him, no one would).

obanai

• i don’t see him confessing to his crush unless said crush confesses first.

• which, he doesn’t. until one day he got waaaaayyy too jealous when he caught you conversing with another hashira.

• tbh you weren’t even flirting, and he knew that. he just got so insanely jealous. the way you smiled, your body language being so…welcoming? it made him sick.

• you two usually hung out on a tree, talking and enjoying each other’s company, until tonight.

• he was at your usual hangout spot, but he seemed more standoffish than usual.

• he mentioned how he saw you talking to said hashira from earlier, and how your body language was so open and welcoming. obanai said “You’re never that…way with me. Do you like (enter random hashira here)?”

• you couldn’t help but smile, realizing that obanai caught feelings for you.

• “No, Obanai. I like you. I’m sorry if you think I’m not open with you, I just get nervous sometimes because I have feelings for you.” you responded.

• you could tell that your response made him happy. you two scooted closer together and rested your head on each other’s and looked at the night sky.

• let’s just say, he assumed then that you two were together. if you ever said something like “technically you never asked me out that night” to obanai, he wouldn’t hesitate to say that you’re his.

tanjiro

• tanjiro is such a kind soul, so realizing that he likes you can be a bit difficult.

• you weren’t stupid though

• after a while, you finally caught onto the way he’d blush when talking to you, when he’d brush his hand against yours on purpose when you two walked beside each other, i mean really?

• after having a few talks with zenitsu, inosuke, and nezuko, he decided to finally ask you out.

• it was night time and you two were hanging out on the rooftop at the butterfly estate.

• “Y/n, I have something to tell you. I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a really long time and I…I think it’s the right time now.” he says while turning to face you.

• you sat upright, praying in your mind that he was gonna confess his feelings for you.

• “What is it?” you ask.

• “Y/n, I really like you. More than a friend. I’m hoping that these feelings are mutual because…I want you to be my girlfriend.” he says while getting something out of his pocket.

• what laid in front of you was a bracelet, you can tell he made it, and that caused heat to rush to your face.

• as you hold out your wrist for him to put the bracelet on, you tell him that you like him too, and that you’d love to be his girlfriend.

• “This bracelet, it’s nice. I’ll make sure to cherish it forever.” you say while admiring it.

• just gotta say that i feel like he’d be the best bf ever. lmk if y’all want headcannons for that 😋

zenitsu

• he fell for you the first time he met you. of course, he thought you were gorgeous and he expressed that.

• the problem is that he acted that way with every girl that he saw, so you thought to yourself “Why would I be special to him?”

• what you didn’t know is that he only acted that way towards every girl because he never thought you’d give him an actual chance.

• until one day zenitsu came up to you with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a nervous expression.

• “Zenitsu…how many girls did u give a flower bouquet to today?” you asked, acting uninterested.

• deep down though, you hoped that you were the only girl he’s given flowers to, ever.

• “What do you mean?! You’re the only girl I’ve ever bought flowers for!” he exclaims loudly.

• “…What?” you say, confused.

• zenitsu shoves the flowers in your hand, forcing you to accept them.

• “You have to accept the flowers, but you don’t have to accept what i’m about to say.” he states.

• “Y/n, please be my girlfriend.” he says while bowing.

• He gets up, waiting for an answer.

• “Why not?” you think to yourself.

• “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend Zenitsu. Thank you for the flowers.” you say as you pull him in for a hug.

• he freezes for a second before hugging back, while blushing intensely.

• forgot to mention that you asked him to promise to not be so…flirty? nervous? yk the way he acts, around other girls.

• he already swore not to, and to your surprise, he kept his promise throughout the whole relationship.

[totallynotsilversora]

Hey nerds guess who made another thread about Vash's shooting skills during the finale of Trigun Stampede?

This nerd right here!

(( AGAIN! ))

Because Studio Orange has been driving me insane with how great Vash is as a gunman not just cinematically but realistically! I am NOT getting over this for a while my friends.

Of course, if you hadn't watched the finale yet and want to avoid spoilers, just know this post is gonna be filled with them and if you'd like to see my first analysis on Vash the Pro Gunslinger you can check it out here on tumblr and here on twitter before reading through this one!

Speaking of the bird, this post is also on twitter below:

Oh but wait, don't have one? No worries! I've retyped everything below so you don't have to look at the bird app if you don't want to!

All posts mention guns and shooting because otherwise this analysis would not work at all.

NOW LET'S ROLL!

First off, again, I’m going based on what I remembered from shooting air rifles & other research I’ve gained over the years! Second, I’m not an OG Trigun fan, so do take this thread with a grain of salt!

With that, let’s dive into THEE fight scene:

So right off the bat we’re getting Vash’s “smooth criminal” shot! Notice how he’s lining up his body sideways with his pistol vs forward like in the past. That’s exactly how you’re supposed to shoot one handed: feet shoulder width apart and aligned w/ the gun.

Normally you’d want both feet planted on the ground when firing but since Vash HAS to stay on the move to avoid getting hit AND is being a cocky little shit to his brother, he lets himself lean forward to fire and use that kick back to gently guide him into his next step.

Again, you NEVER fight what’s considered natural movement with a gun! You WILL get hurt! If you want to aim properly you NEED to be relaxed and composed. Vash isn’t fighting against the force of his gun, he follows it with the confidence and poise of a dancer on stage.

And speaking of dancing just look at how Vash makes Knives dance over puddles! Vash has impeccable aim yet he deliberately chooses to shoot in areas that could stun or stumble Knives, knowing he could block the shots, and distract him as he goes behind the corner.

Remember how I said lining up sideways is how you shoot properly? Here he’s firing straight forward using the corner as his shield. Had he not been holding a ticking bomb in his hand he would probably rest the gun on his other hand like he normally does on the rock jutting out.

The second he fired his last shot he dips down to reload and LOOK AT THAT!!

He is practicing proper trigger discipline again!!

You do NOT keep your finger on the trigger when loading in order to prevent misfire. That is BASIC SHOOTING SAFETY!!

And he does this throughout the fight!

When he turns away from Knives to make his way to the corner he lets go of the trigger before he turns back around to fire at him!

He can only hold 8 bullets in that gun and he will make each one count!

He can NOT afford to misfire.

Why??

Because that bullet he loaded was going STRAIGHT FOR KNIVES! Vash is NOT messing around! At this angle it looks like he aimed and could’ve hit Knives' NECK which would be super hard to dodge close range. Knives would have to bend backwards like he did here to dodge.

Shout out to everyone at Orange for the incredible work put into Vash and his shooting! There’s so much care into this show I can’t wait to see more!

Bonus: while we’re here, let’s get into Vash’s stellar reloads starting with this one (my absolute favorite) :

Remember how I said Vash was being a cocky little shit to Knives earlier?

Yeah this is it at it’s peak.

Faced forward, standing still til the last second, and very slowly reloading so Knives hears all 8 clicks before flying out the window.

This is just being mean lol XD

It's because we KNOW he can reload fast! The gif below might be faster by half a second but it's still RIDICULOUS compared to the first one:

Hell, he’s put individual bullets in the chamber midair and slammed a container of them in the SAME FLIGHT! MIDAIR!!!

He did NOT have to mess with Knives like that! Dude's flexin' hard.

In any case, I can’t recommend this show enough! The amount of work and detail put into not just Vash’s skills as a marksman but the acting and storytelling - everything is superb!! What an amazing experience!

Thanks again Studio Orange and Nightow! See you again, soon!

[fulcrum-art-fox]

You guys were not kidding about the absolute insanity going on between Mizu and Taigen and Akemi. Like never in a million years would I have guessed they were gonna be just this unhinged about it. Like, the way that Akemi uses all her wiles to get her father to agree to let her marry Taigen, who is not a noble but is an undefeated samurai, and Mizu just totally ruins that, almost incidentally, and then Taigen fucks himself over extra hard when he’s already lost to Mizu bc he decides it’s a good idea to call him a dog to his retreating back. Taigen and Akemi having sex to a description of duelling and killing Mizu was pretty insane also. That’s a set up for a massive complex between those three of I’ve ever seen one. And then Taigen leaves Akemi to go get his revenge - wait sorry, his rematch with Mizu, but because he’s got a honour complex just killing Mizu isn’t what he’s here for he needs him back to full strength but Mizu just so happens to be a walking disaster who is constantly injured and constantly courting death so he has to delay it almost indefinitely cue the whole “no one’s allowed to kill you but me” shenanigans and the insane degree of loyalty Taigen shows to that even under torture. And Mizu does actually agree to a date (joke intended) to a fight to the literal death but only after revenge. Then Akemi tracks Mizu down, recognising him not just by the blue eyes but by the fact she has snagged Taigan’s scarf and is actually wearing it. Akemi “no one says no to me” compliments Mizu on her eyes to get close to try and lower his guard while Mizu knows exactly who Akemi is and is extra on guard and also fucks with her about it “anyway he’s dead now” Mizu you can be a real bastard you know that (and I love it). And the way that as Akemi attempts to kill him the others at the brothel hear the crashes and immediately go “oh she’s good” because they assume they’re fucking?? Like oh my god. Mizu pinning Akemi to the ground, like she did with her husband and does again with Taigen?? The way that last time Mizu playfully sparred with and pinned a man to the ground she got called a monster but Taigen gets turned on by it??? And immediately tries to play it off as missing Akemi?? But he also calls her a demon over Mizu’s decision to let the guards take Akemi and the way that Taigen sets off to the city long before Mizu but because he’s honourable and a loyal samurai he focuses on saving the whole royal family, so Mizu is the one who actually reaches Akemi first, to try and right the fuck up and protect and get Akemi her freedom and honour his word to Ringo and during all this Mizu describes Taigen to Akemi as “not a good man, but he could be a great one” in a big long speech where she also says “he thinks he loves you very much.” Like I’m sorry Mizu come back here, what is that phrasing you are making me insane here. These three are insaner than insane and I just love watching them but like. something like how you watch a shipwreck

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 8(NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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A loud voice called out, one I recognized it as the guy with the bushy eyebrows.

“BEAST! STAY WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU WILL BE SHOT! WITH POISON!

AND YOU! ARTHUR SELWYN! CLIMB ONTO THE PLATFORM OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!

Oh I did NOT like this guy! If I had anything to throw at him I would! But I wasn't sure if the consequences would be worth it.

Also the only thing i could throw were my shoes as everything else had been stripped away from me and i did not want to lose my only pair of shoes, finding new ones would be impossible at my new size.

As for Arthur, he waited till the wooden platform was lowered to the ground completely before climbing on and looking back at me one last time, his eyes glazed over with such an intense fear like I had never seen before as he was lifted up again.

As soon as he got up to the level of the balcony at least six guards apprehended him once again and dragged him out of sight.

I heard a door slam shut and assumed that I was alone again, until I heard that awful nasally voice again.

“BEAST! WHY HAVE YOU NOT KILLED THE SON OF THE TRAITOR? I SPECIFICALLY ORDERED IT! I EXPECT THAT THE NEXT TIME HE IS THROWN IN YOU KILL HIM!”

Despite having only had a few interactions with this guy i absolutely Loathed him with all my being and hoped plague would fall upon him.

And why did he think I would do what he said? Just because he had trapped me in this ugly pit didn't mean I would suddenly heed his words.

“Why would I do that? He hasn't done anything to me personally, and besides you're the one keeping my friends captive! How do I know you won't just kill all of us as soon as Arthur is dead?”

The face of the man turned a bit redder in indignancy, but otherwise he didn't dare come closer.

Coward.

“BEAST! HOW ABOUT A DEAL? I WILL LET YOU AND THE OTHER TWO CAPTIVES LEAVE THE KINGDOM AS LONG AS YOU KILL ARTHUR! THAT IS A GOOD DEAL TRUST ME”

I did anything but trust this loud bitch, but maybe i could find a way to get all of us out? This guy expected me to kill Arthur, even threatened me with starvation.

But bushy brows over there didn't know about my strange anatomy, no one aside from Robin did, so maybe I could put Arthur inside and let them think I actually ate him.

This plan was so batshit insane that it might just work! The only problem was that Arthur didn't know either and would think I was going to kill him for real.

I wouldn't even be able to tell him in case someone listened in, Besides he himself had said that he was a terrible actor so i made up my mind, as much as i hated it.

Now I only had to get Bushy brows to actually keep his word.

He didn't seem like the sharpest tool in the shed so I hoped it would be easy.

“Alright, fine! But you have to swear on every river of hell AND the God Amesimos that you will let us go! Or that a hundred years of plague shall fall upon yourself! Also you will not tell the others about it EVER!”

I slowly stood up while speaking and watched with glee as his face went pale, probably seeing for the first time how big I actually was.

“BEAST! YOUR DEMANDS WILL BE MET AS LONG AS YOU KILL ARTHUR, THAT I SWEAR BY EVERY RIVER FLOWING THROUGH HELL AND BY THE GLORIOUS GOD AMESIMOS ITSELF! AS LONG AS YOU NEVER RETURN AFTER YOU HAVE BEEN ESCORTED OUT OF COURSE!”

He probably thought he had a gotcha moment with his last addon, but why the fuck would i ever come back here? I knew I would be killed on sight then.

“So we have a deal then? Good you can send Arthur back i guess”

I felt absolutely sick at how his face lit up with a sick sort of glee as I had agreed, and I kind of hoped he would fall over the railing and break his neck.

I was almost relieved when his ugly mug vanished from my sight, but he returned a bit later with about twenty guards and a beaten up Arthur.

It seemed that during the short conversation I had with bushy brows they had had their ‘fun’ with him as I could make out a black eye and a split eyebrow.

At least it didn't seem like they had struck the wound in his side again, rather that they had concentrated on his face as was evident by his broken nose that bled a little onto his shirt staining it even more red.

I winced in sympathy and realized if I had not agreed to this insane plan they would just have beaten him to death.

They threw him roughly onto the platform that they had used to get him up and started to let him down again, at the last fourth however someone cut the rope and made him plummet the last of the way down with a yelp.

He didn't seem to have been further injured as far as i could tell but i still went over to check.

“I'm okay… i think, everything hurts anyway so no difference really”

He got slowly up to face me and in an attempt to seem less intimidating I sat on the ground with my legs crossed as he slowly got up.

“How's your nose? Doesn't look pleasant to be honest”

I tried to stall for some time as I didn't know if I should tell him I was going to ‘eat’ him or not, but the disgusting gaze of the man with the monobrow was still burning into my back.

“It's fine, just a bit of pain, did they want anything from you?”

He wiped the blood off as best as he could and I noticed that he was swaying a bit while standing, did they give him a concussion? I hoped not.

But at least he seemed to have enough brains to ask questions, and I decided to answer as honestly as I could.

“Well obviously they wanted me to kill you, they even offered me a deal”

At my words he went still and looked up at me with a pale face.

“What kind of deal?...”

Oh i was going to hate the next hour i was sure of it, but i would do my best to explain without giving away to the sick fuck on the balcony what was actually going on.

Sadly this meant I couldn't tell Arthur that he would be fine.

“They said that if i killed you they would let me AND the other two go, as long as we don't come back to Maringand”

It was as if someone had tugged a rug from underneath him as he sort of fell down to his knees in slow motion.

“Are you?- I mean, are you going to Take the deal? Because if so i won't fight you”

Of all the things I had thought would be the outcome for this situation it certainly wasn't that he'd just let it happen.

“I mean maybe? Why are you even okay with this? Why would you just let me do that?”

He looked dejectedly to the ground, seemingly trying to put it into words.

“Can you promise me to keep the other two safe? I always knew that one day they would get me, but the others don't deserve to suffer, can you get them back to Kamerasca for me?”

Wait, he'd just let me? As long as I promised to bring the other two back home safely?

I had planned on bringing them back there anyway, and if it meant this entire Bullshit would go over faster I'd gladly do that.

“I can do that, i'll even promise to bring them there myself even if i get shot at again”

He seemed a bit calmer at the prospect of his friends getting back home safely, but he seemed to still have something nagging at him.

“So- uh, how- how are you going to- you know?”

Ah this was the part i had dreaded, explaining that i was going to literally eat him alive was not going to go over well.

And how the fuck would i even start explaining this?

In the end I decided to just be blunt about it, no use beating around the bush after all.

“Im- im going to… eat you? I guess?”

He blanched at the words, gripping one of his upper arms so tight that I worried it would start to bleed, looking at it made me realize that there were some long healed teeth marks on his elbow.

Right Robin has said something about that.

He was sitting on the ground paler than I had ever seen him before, shaking and refusing to look at me.

Finally he spoke in a quiet and softly dejected voice.

"What do you plan to do? Chew me to bits? Or snap my neck first?"

“Neither, I intend to swallow you whole. Alive."

He winced as I told him what I was going to do.

“That's hardly any better, i really don't want to die by melting alive but i can’t stop you”

Oh yeah i forgot about that part, It would be the first thing anyone assumed when told such a thing.

I wracked my brain trying to come up with something to comfort him that wouldn’t give away that he'd be safe to the sick fuck on the balcony.

“Well, not really, you'd suffocate first before anything else happens so it would be more like just going to sleep i guess”

“How the fuck do you know that? Please don't tell me you have done something like this before!”

He was starting to panic again and I tried to find something in my Brain that could help explain it.

“Uhh, no I have not, remember that I've only been a Giant for like a week? And I've spent that time in a stupid ass forest where I got lost?

That aside, well, Biology i guess? You can't tell me you've never thrown up.

And I'm pretty sure humans suffocate after like ten minutes? Well at least people pass out by that point i've seen that outside of bars”

Alcohol did not do kind things to people, made them pretty pissy generally.

At least Arthur seemed to be a bit more at ease now after I told him why I knew such a thing.

Well as at ease as one can be when facing the prospect of being eaten alive at least.

He was however still shaking like a leaf and pale like a corpse, anticipating a death that wouldn't really come.

“We can't stall this forever can we? As much as i'd like to, i think if we take any longer they will just shoot both of us to death”

He shakily nodded, sighing.

“Alright just… get it over with i guess, i won't move”

I put my hand down in front of him so he could climb on.

He stared at it for a good few seconds seemingly not comprehending that he could just climb into my palm before he closed his eyes and stepped on.

Using my other hand to stabilize him I carefully raised him to be level with my face.

I noticed that he had shut his eyes as tight as possible and was breathing hard, trying not to panic and shaking like it was the middle of winter.

“It'll be okay i won't hurt you don't worry”

I tried to reassure him the best I could before I put him in my mouth.

Pushing a finger against him I shoved him to the back of my throat and I shifted my jaw a few times, sighing before I swallowed.

Throughout all of this Arthur had been remarkably calm and I didn't know if he had passed out or not, but a slight shift of his arms proved that he was still conscious.

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arthur was shoved head first into Donovan's mouth, past the pearly white teeth and a finger pushed him even further in, dragging him along the weirdly bumpy texture of the tongue to the back of the throat.

He could feel as Donovan opened and closed his jaws a few times, Likely preparing to swallow again.

Arthur could feel the air push against him as Donovan let out a sigh, The air swirling past him out of the mouth he was in.

Then a loud 'GLRK' sounded, taking him down most of the way.

Arthur could feel what he assumed to be Donovan’s hand press in against the throat as he went down.

He could hear the giant’s heart beating loudly as he passed it and it took everything in him not to move.

One last swallow and Arthur flopped out into an open space leaving him the one option it is.

This is not a place he imagined he’d actually end up being in, at least in one piece.

Arthur stayed still, trying his hardest not to move until he curled around himself, shaking.

He could feel the fleshy walls shift around him as the Giant breathed in and out.

He wanted to scream and hit and kick at the slowly rippling walls, but he had said he wouldn't move, so he'd try his best to keep still.

If he could keep his friends safe in exchange for this nightmare he would stay here, even if it meant his own death. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

After Arthur had slipped away from my hands I could feel him enter my pouch.

I could tell he was shaking really badly and I wished to be able to do nothing more than comfort the trembling form and tell him he wasn't gonna die.

But I couldn't, not with an entire army watching, not to mention the bushy eyebrows guy was leaning over the railing again.

He had a sick sort of elation on his face at seeing me devour Arthur and I wanted nothing more than to punch his face in.

“WELL DONE BEAST! YOU SHALL BE RELEASED TOMORROW! UNTIL THEN YOU SHALL BE WATCHED! TO ENSURE THAT HE IS TRULY DEAD!”

God I hated this prick and wished him an untimely and absolutely stupid death.

Hearing him laugh in his ear paining nasally voice I Punched the wall next to me with a loud Boom that shook the balconies overhead, making him and a few soldiers yelp in alarm.

“Your Majesty! Are you alright?’”

Wait, that was the King??? Oh fuck i was lucky that he had agreed to let me and the other two go tomorrow.

But I hadn't expected the guy with the bushy eyebrows to be the king, he just didn't look like it, but that was probably because he wasn't wearing a crown the times i saw him.

Well aware that I was being watched from who knew where I sat back against the wall near where the sun was shining in.

Drawing my legs up I put my hands over my middle where the still trembling form of Arthur currently resided.

I had to applaud him though, he had been refraining from struggling or screaming this entire time.

He certainly was a brave man, I was pretty sure I would be screaming in such a situation.

Putting my hand directly over my pouch I could even feel him breathe, he was taking slow shaky breaths apparently trying not to cry.

I felt worse than ever and I couldn't even tell him he'd be fine! If word got out to the king I'd be shot dead immediately!

I tried my best to comfort him still, rubbing softly at him through the walls of my pouch where he lay.

I stopped after hearing him let out a quiet sob.

I hated this, hated it a lot actually and wanted time to go over faster so we could leave and finally tell him that he's not in danger.

He was still trembling and it made me feel even more worse the more this went on but I didn't dare speak.

Trying to think of something else to calm him down as attempting to rub at him hadn't helped in the least i started holding my own breath.

He got some form of air supply, so if I managed to pinch that off enough he would get drowsy from lack of oxygen and fall asleep.

Perhaps holding my breath as well would work?

It might be mean to do such a thing but being in a constant state of terror couldn't be good for his brain.

I was really glad I could hold my breath for quite some time, about five minutes if I recalled correctly, enough time for Arthur to start slumbering the time he was stuck there away.

And I was right, it only took him three minutes to stop shaking and fall asleep.

So now I was sitting in this stupid pit with only the sleeping form of Arthur to keep me company, which was honestly rather boring.

However I would not try to make smalltalk with one of the Guards that without a doubt would shoot me immediately if they were allowed to do so.

We were leaving as soon as possible anyways so it would be pretty pointless to do such a thing.

Sliding down against the wall slowly so as not to disturb the sleeping Form inside of me I put my back against the wall, lying on my side and tucking my legs up, curling protectively around my middle.

I could feel Arthur slide a little in my pouch and I went dead still, hoping to not wake him up after he had finally calmed down.

As nothing besides slight shifting happened I continued to lay there trying not to think about how having something alive in my pouch felt actually sort of, good?

I shoved such thoughts as far away as possible, this would NOT become a common occurrence, After all, as soon as I got those idiots back to Kamerasca I would dip anyway.

I still couldn't figure out why the thought about them going back without me stung, but I ignored it for now.

Laying like this and watching the sunbeam move over the wall I started holding my breath everytime i thought that Arthur was about to wake up.

Some hours later the light from outside vanished completely leaving me in darkness and with nothing better to do fell asleep myself hoping that Arthur wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night.

I was not woken until the next morning when I heard doors being opened with a bang from one of the balconies startling me enough to sit up abruptly.

Fearing that it might have woken Arthur, I held my breath again as I heard the telltale clack clack of expensive shoes on stone walking to the railing.

Ah, it seems the king has arrived again.

I sincerely hoped that he’d keep his word and let me and the other two free today, but he had sworn to God and all rivers of hell so it should be fine.

I hoped at least.

I was proven right when I heard his Nasally and way too loud voice called down to me.

“BEAST! SINCE THE BOY IS NOW DEAD YOU AND THE OTHER TWO PRISONERS WILL BE ESCORTED OUT OF MARINGAND TODAY! AND REMEMBER TO NEVER RETURN TO MY KINGDOM!”

As if I ever wanted to come back to this hellhole but saying that out loud might not be a good idea.

“Sure, i'm not keen on getting stuck into this pit again, so we will leave for good i can assure you that”

Standing up slowly to make sure Arthur stayed asleep, I stood in the middle of the room as the king called down again.

“BEAST! IF YOU ARE TO STRAY TOO FAR OR ATTACK A CITIZEN YOU WILL BE SHOT! WE HAVE PLANNED A ROUTE OUT OF OUR KINGDOM AND WE WILL LEAD YOU THERE! SO DO NOT WANDER OFF OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!”

Man this guy loved to threaten me with getting shot, and I kinda wished I could shoot him instead.

Ignoring the urge to punch the wall again I heard another set of doors being opened.

Turning around I saw that they were pushing the only door that I could fit through slowly open.

Peering into the dark I saw at least forty guards, all fitted with crossbows in addition to their normal getup standing in front of a slope that seemed to have been carved out of the surrounding stone.

Slowly going up the tunnel surrounded by armed Guards I saw another door that was also being opened the moment we came near it.

Arthur was still unconscious, and currently bunched up like in a hammock at the bottom of my pouch.

I held my breath again to make sure Arthur stayed asleep but made extra sure to not completely suffocate him, just keep the air low enough that he wouldn't wake up.

Watching the Doors swing open I saw both Robin and Rikaad on the other side, both surrounded by Guards like me.

Robin's face lit up at the sight of me and Rikaad looked confusedly behind me and around as if searching for someone, and I knew exactly who he was looking for but I couldn't tell him that Arthur was okay and with me, Within me right now.

And I prayed to Amesimos that he would never find out, he was an enigma as it was and I couldn't predict what he would do if he ever did find out.

It might be okay, or he could just murder me for doing such a thing I couldn't tell with that guy.

I knew as long as I didn't do anything bad he was alright but I didn't know how he would react to something like this.

Robin seemed to have catched up on the fact that Arthur was still missing and was looking around confusedly.

He even tried to get closer to me but was yanked back by a Guard and put next to Rikaad who looked at the offending man with the iciest look i had ever seen him have, and even the guard backed off a bit as Rikaad stood provocatively next to Robin while Squaring up in front of the smaller Guard.

He really was a tall human, if i was still normal sized i’d definitely be scared of him.

I was also a bit scared of him as a Giant to be honest, Those eyes still unnerved me greatly.

As I was being led out of the tower I noticed it was near the edge of the forest next to some houses, and that Robin was right about me being tall like a house, I could see onto the roofs pretty well.

At the command of some higher ranking Guard we were all collectively herded along the line of buildings towards the forest.

If the streets weren't completely empty it would feel like I was being paraded through town, but it looked like they had ‘evacuated’ all citizens for this.

One less thing to worry about I hoped.

They really weren't fast either and I had to slowly drag my feet across the ground to not step out of the line they made.

I really tried to steer closer to Robin and Rikaad but the Guards always switched positions with them so I couldn't get near, and every time I did try they would aim their crossbows at me.

Feeling Arthur move a bit I held my breath again, if he woke up now and made any noise that could be heard on the outside we'd all be dead men.

I felt really bad about doing this to him, but I didn't really have any other options, and besides it was to save his hide as much as mine.

I just hoped he would forgive me for this one day, but it was unlikely.

It was whatever, they would go back home to Kamerasca and I would have to wander the woods as just another monster if I didn't find out how to deal with this curse.

Noticing movement out of the corner of my eye I looked onto a rooftop to see a barefooted boy in tattered clothing standing there, He seemed to be not older than eleven or twelve, and surprisingly had pointed ears just like me.

Another Bastard, I looked at him in sympathy and silently wished him luck.

I knew how hard street life could be as an unwanted halfbreed.

As he saw that I was looking at him he made the thumbs up gesture while pointing to his ears and I gave the tiniest nod back.

He climbed over the roofs out of sight and I doubted that I would ever see this boy again.

But it was nice to know I wasn't the only one.

I noticed that the direction we were going in was towards the mountain and I guessed that they would let us go at roughly the same spot they found us.

Holding my breath again as I felt Arthur move I tried to get closer to Robin and Rikaad once more but stopped when some of the Guards raised their crossbows at me.

There was no doubt in my mind that the tips were coated in poison and I was not keen on getting shot, again.

PREVIOUS / NEXT / OVERSIGHT

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS ZERO Animate Tokuten Drama CD “A Vampire’s Late Night Snack Terror” [Ayato ver.]

Original title: 夜更かしヴァンパイアの食テロ飯 [アヤト編]

Source: Diabolik Lovers ZERO Vol. 1 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Translator’s note: I’m pretty sure that all of us already knew beforehand that Ayato’s late-night snack would be takoyaki. I’m starting to think that he could probably go longer without drinking blood, than go without eating takoyaki. Which makes me wonder which person at Rejet came up with his favorite food because it is a little random. While takoyaki is definitely eaten in Japan, I feel like it’s mostly a festival food and not something people actually eat all that often or cook at home most of the time. Then again, all of the boys have really random favorite foods...The only one ‘fitting’ ones being Azusa (likes the pain of the heat) and Carla (fancy food for a fancy boy). 

Ayato stumbles into the kitchen.

“Ugh...Uu...Uhn...”

*Rustle rustle*

You rush over to Ayato’s side to support him.

“Ah...Chichinashi, is that you? So you were awake...? I’m afraid it might be over for me...I’ll go absolutely insane at this point!”

You ask him what is wrong.

“Two weeks...I haven’t eaten any takoyaki for a whole two weeks...!!”

You blink in confusion.

“You know...! I’m sure you remember how our takoyaki grill got wrecked two weeks ago as well, right!? I will never forgive Subaru for being responsible for it...But you know, that’s not all! Laito is partially to blame as well for provokin’ him, as well as Kanato for throwing a tantrum. Even Reiji can be held responsible for not stoppin’ him in time...! And Shuu too...Ah, well, he was asleep at the time but I’m just so pissed off, all of them are at fault! ...Right!?”

You frown.

“Say...You agree with me, don’t you? ...As a result, I can’t enjoy my late-night takoyaki! Of course the store selling them just happens to be on vacation right now...But what am I supposed to do!?”

You offer to make him some.

“Haah...!? You can make them? Even without a takoyaki grill?”

You nod.

*Rustle*

“Really!? Way to go, Chichinashi! In that case, let’s get straight to it!”

*TIMESKIP*

*Clatter clatter*

“You’ve got a bunch of things laid out but...Can you make takoyaki with this?”

*Thud*

You ask for his help.

“Che...Guess I have no other choice. I’ll lend you a hand for once. So...What do we have to do?”

*Thud*

“Flour? Let me see...Oh well, whatever. They’re all the same, right?”

Ayato pours in what he believes to be flour as you try to stop him.

“Ah? What’s wrong?”

You explain. 

“Potato starch? They’re both powders, so don’t sweat the details.”

He continues to pour in different ingredients.

“I poured in a whole bunch of everything! This should be enough, right?”

You tell him off.

“Oh shut up. ‘You’re using the wrong powder’ ‘The measurements are wrong’, stop telling me what to do!” 

You sigh and tell him that you won’t be able to make takoyaki like this.

“...Fine! I’ll follow your intructions...Come on, give me a different bowl. And the flour as well.”

Ayato tries again.

*Rustle rustle* 

“Five tablespoons of flour you said, right? One...two...”

He puts in five tablespoons.

“I guess this should do.”

You give him the next instructions.

“The eggs go in next? One egg then thin it out to the right consistency with some water...”

*Crack*

*Pshh*

“Like this? Anyway...How are things going over on your end?”

*Chop chop chop*

“Heeh...Judging from the ingredients, you’ve made pretty smooth progress. Chopped up green onions and pickled ginger and...Oi...Didn’t you go a little overboard with the amount of boiled octopus?”

You tell him that having a little extra won’t hurt.

“I mean, having some extra never hurts...That’s obvious but...You’re the one who said that the exact measurements are important, right? Don’t you think the tentacles will stick out of the takoyaki if you try to put too much inside?”

You try to defend your case.

“I don’t understand which measurements are important and which ones aren’t...You really like to push your opinion about the strangest things, huh? ...Oh well, whatever. What do I have to do with this?”

You explain.

“Oh, I see! I gotta dump everything except the octopus inside the bowl, right? Leave the mixing up to me! I’m good at this sorta thing!”

Ayato starts whisking the batter aggressively.

*Cling cling cling*

“Hm, hm, hm...!”

*Cling cling*

“Heh! How’s that?”

*Sparkle*

You seem impressed. 

“It’s been mixed to perfection, no? I don’t think you’ll find anyone else who’d do as good of a job as me!”

You tell him that he did great.

“That’s it? Praise me some more! I did an amazing job after all!”

*Clap clap clap*

“Right? As to be expected of me! I’m starting to really get into the groove now! What should I do next?”

*Cling cling*

“...Hah? Hey...That’s the rectangular frying pan we use to make tamagoyaki (1) Why did you get it out?”

You explain while turning on the stove.

“Haah!? You’re going to make them in there? Even though it’s rectangular? It isn’t real takoyaki unless it’s round! You deceived me, didn’t you!?”

You promise that it will turn out fine.

“It’s not ‘fine’ at all! ...Ah! I can’t believe you dumped all of the batter in there! You’re putting on way too much octopus as well! ...You’ll start folding it from underneath? ...No matter how you look at it, that’s just a stuffed omelette. I’m seriously going to have to eat this?”

*TIMESKIP*

*Dun dun*

“...The non-round takoyaki is done. Even though you put takoyaki sauce and mayonaise on top, it doesn’t look like the real deal at all.”

You cut it up into pieces.

“Wait, oi! If you cut it up like that, it’ll only look even more square! ...Honestly, you might as well call it okonomiyaki (2) at this point.”

You urge him to give it a try. 

“Haah...Fine, fine. I just have to give it a try, right? Geez...”

Ayato takes a chance.

*Nom nom*

“...!! ...It’s delicious! It actually tastes like proper takoyaki! Also...even though the exterior is cripy, the inside is soft and fluffy! There’s several thin layers of batter stacked on top because you rolled it up like an omelette. It really hits you with that punch of savoriness! Also, when you bite into it...”

*Chomp*

“The texture is out of this world because of all the octopus stuffed inside! ...Mmh! Coming from you, this is pretty impressive! Come on, I’ll let you have some as well. ...Say ‘ahn’ー”

You tell him it’s fine.

“What? Who cares if you already ate something before going to bed. Besides, don’t think I haven’t realized...You’ve been dying to try some this whole time, haven’t you? You won’t sound very convincing if you try to deny it when you’ve got that yearning look in your eyes. Just give in to your own desires. Come on... ‘Aahn’ー”

*Chomp*

“Hehe! So you did want some after all! You look hella ugly while stuffing your face like that.”

You freak out.

“I’m joking. Come on, hurry up and swallow it. I’m in a good mood tonight, so I wouldn’t mind sharing some more with you.”

You raise a brow.

“Yeah! I finally got to enjoy some takoyaki after a long time! So this is your reward! Besides...cooking together was kinda fun.”

You smile.

“Why do you seem so happy? Come on...Let’s hurry up and finish this before somebody finds us. What happened here tonight will stay between us.”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) Tamagoyaki is a Japanese rolled omelette. It’s traditinoally made into a rectangular pan. 

(2) Okonomiyaki is a savory pancake made on the spot on a hot grill. You get the raw batter and several ingredients (meats/vegetables/etc.) to put inside and you can customize it to your own liking.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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Unfortunately I can only do 69 for now... You can guess why ;)

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“Yeah,” Maddie says. “I get that.” 

There’s an edge to her voice that says she really does get it. He wonders who she’s thinking about. Hers and Buck’s parents? Buck has never talked much about them. Or someone else? 

There’s a stretch of quiet between them after that. Not bad or awkward. Just comfortable. They each lay back and take in the vast expanse of stars above them, while what sounds like the musical stylings of Jo Stafford provides a little ambiance. God, if this was pre-zombie, this would have been the perfect date. Wine instead of peppermint tea. Maybe some snacks? Oh, a charcuterie board. Okay, Chim needs to be careful or he’ll start salivating at the memory of cured meat. Point is, this would have been a beautiful date with a beautiful woman. Maybe it would have even led somewhere. Chim doesn’t know how best to interpret it now. 

“I’m sorry,” Maddie mumbles after the quiet persists for a little too long.

“What? Why?” Chim asks, sincerely confused. 

“Um, well…” She sighs. “You’re the first man I’ve met in a long time that makes me the good kind of nervous instead of the bad kind of nervous, and I don’t quite know what to do with that.”

Wait. Whoa. 

Chim knows she was married. Buck has mentioned it. Mentioned not liking her husband. But he doesn’t know much beyond that. There is a concerned curiosity sitting right behind his excitement.

“Oh my god, that was so forward,” she groans. “What am I doing?”

“No!” Chim blurts. “No, it’s okay. Maddie, uh… You make me the good kind of nervous, too.”

Maddie smiles a little. “This is all crazy. I’m not… Usually, I’m more reserved.”

“Yeah, well… Normally we all thought we had time,” Chim replies. 

“Right,” Maddie says. “We could all be zombies tomorrow.”

It feels like a cheesy pickup tactic, but it’s actually sort of functioning logic, here. 

“Yeah,” Chim agrees. “Though I hope not. We’ve worked hard on our security protocols.”

Maddie sits up and swings her legs over the side of the reclining chair, so her knees are pointing towards Chim. Chim, unsure where this is going but happy to go along for the ride, does the same, turning to face her fully. 

“Chimney?” 

“Yes?”

She leans forward a bit, and for a crazy second, Chimney really thinks she’s going to kiss him. Which is insane, right? Insane, but he’s absolutely on board. But then she squints her eyes and frowns, and Chim realizes he’s wrong.

“What’s that light?”

“What?”

He turns his head to follow her gaze and he sees it. Way off in the distance. A single beam of bright white light, like a lamp or a flashlight. What the fuck? Who the hell could that be? 

Chim stands and walks to the edge of the roof, as if he can improve his view in total darkness. 

“Someone is out there,” Maddie says. 

[runningfrom2am]

what happened to lucy gray baird?

1. well, in her defence, she had considered lucy gray a friend too. it’s just that she loves knowing all the cards and she couldn’t trust anyone except her coryo.

2. lucy gray being afraid of coryo being nearby because the capitol duo are never not around each other and therefore, alongside not having what it takes to take r’s life, shying away from the cabin but r being the actual physical threat to her all along because had it been her who went after lucy gray, she couldn’t have escaped and coryo is long gone at that time.

3. “She tried to kill me, too.” no, i’m pretty sure she is the reason why you’re alive and well right now but whatever it takes to gain trust i guess.

4. i’m so glad that both sejanus and lucy gray acknowledge everything that could’ve been an indicator of how much she was “not like them” after things happen because it creates a contrast with r convincing herself that she is in the right before anything happens.

5. the president and the head gamemaker <333 (i have accepted them as my favourite problematic couple, what about it?)

6. sejanus imagining r and coryo as the presidential couple when they were kids is everything.

7. after seeing her with arachne, persephone, livia, ash and lucy gray; it’s safe to say, even after all, sejanus was never actually on the receiving end of her anger. she did love him enough for him to survive.

8. i love how her emotions went from shock to disgust and then confusion to contentment because how else does a human react to this? the boy who was one of her closest friend, once, the boy whose life she’s saved, standing in front of her only because she has lost the war.

9. her character doesn’t seem to have changed much over the passing time if she refuses even the idea of dying a boring and unimportant death. even in death she has to have the biggest effect on the world as she knows it, whether it be mourning for days or a big celebration.

hiii omg we have so much to discuss here we go :)

1. she considered lucy gray a friend until the moment she realized that lucy gray could be a potential threat to her. she wasn’t a tribute anymore- she was a victor, and now there was no cage separating her from him. not even the “cage” (if we can refer to it that way) of him being a peacekeeper and not being able to be seen with her publicly.

but THEN when they are set to be married a year later, she’s like *sigh* “i wonder if lucy gray would have been my maid of honour. that could have been cute” like it wasn’t HER FAULT THAT LICY GRAY WAS “DEAD”. did she kill her? no, but she did manipulate coryo into doing it and i consider that very much the same thing.

2. the faith she still had in coryo for some reason to be like “oh god, he wouldn’t leave her out here alone. i have to get out of here.” like girl he just tried to kill you OF COURSE HE’S LEAVING HER OUT THERE ALONE. but i think by that point they were both very much equal threats to her- so she was not about to run the risk of either of them seeing her (even if she didn’t know he was gone)

3. yeah like sir-

(to be fair it is an extremely fine line that she walked between “trying to kill him” and “letting him go” considering she got to the point of lifting the weapon at him, so it doesn’t surprise me that within such a short period of time he’s still seeing it the way that he does.) also 100% he needed lucy gray to know she was safe with him and by convincing her that he was in the same boat was the most obvious way.

4. oh absolutely. and i think it’s almost funny how sejanus was best friends with them for so long and then it took one day for him to go from “haha my friends are so crazy. unchecked anger issues- am i right?” to “oh, shit, like they’re violently insane and i should have always known this.” the rose coloured glasses had to come off SO fast.

5. 🫡🫡 (i love them so much)

6. AND HE WOULDDDD 🥺

like no doubt he knew about their feelings for each other well before either of them did. and i know damn well even if most of their classmates didn’t like him he was privy to one or two conversations about them when they weren’t there. like clemmie would TOTALLY corner him and be like “what do you know?” omg especially after livia’s birthday and hold on i’m actually gonna work on a part two rn-

7. he had ALMOST been on the receiving end of her anger. and also, like he says, “i’ve seen her get violent before, but nothing like that” even though she wasn’t violent toward him necessarily, i think it was the things she was saying that really freaked him out. she was angrier than he had ever seen her, and i think it was the calmness and severity of her statement that nothing was going to keep her from the life she wanted that did his opinions in.

8. yes and i know eventually she landed on being happy. bc really, that is what she wanted. “i won’t bury another friend” is HEAVY here, because while she never buried him, after going out of her way to save him from his execution and then letting him go in the HEIGHT of her mental breakdown, she never really knew if he survived. she risked so much for his survival, that i think it would be extremely fulfilling to know that she succeeded despite everything.

9. yesss and really how could she change? any kind of moral compass she had was left in twelve and she was rewarded significantly for what she did literally as soon as they got back. every single one of her problems were instantly solved; she had coryo, her father was out of her life, and she was immediately put on track for her dream career. and like she said, she got everything she ever wanted. even after her “death” it was attention that she craved and therefore she would have it- she doesn’t care if people are celebrating her death. it’s a testament to her success.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Broken Hearts Are Contagious

Summary: If Marinette doesn't learn to love Tim back before the end of the week, he will die. She is not the victim... so why does she feel like crying?

Written for @maribatserver 's Maribat March

Day 1: Origin Story (for Poison Ivy)

Marinette sips at her drink. It’s non-alcoholic, of course, she isn’t intent on openly breaking the law when Commissioner Gordon is within sight. But that doesn’t change the fact that she is oh-so-tempted to try. She eyes the champagne pyramid not too far away. It is entirely decorative – it would be impossible to get a drink without everything toppling over, and even if you do manage to get one there is a high chance that the drink will be flat.

Then again, she really hates Wayne Galas, and that was a surefire way to make sure she would never have to go again…

Before she can commit to that particular bad idea, a hand taps her on the shoulder.

She whirls around to find a fortunately familiar face. Tim was always one to sneak up on people. He insists it’s accidental, and that he doesn’t mean to, but she has her doubts, because he always smiles so widely whenever he manages to catch her off-guard.

Regardless of his possibly evil ways, he is now leaning against the wall next to her. His hair is brushed, for once, slicked out of his face with far too much gel. She is sorely tempted to mess it up, purely as a petty form of revenge, but considering he is her ticket out of here… it seems like a bad idea.

She can always do it later.

“Tim,” she says, her bitter expression falling away in favor of a faint smile. “Thank the gods you’re here.”

“I’m here to save the day,” he says with a sarcastic little bow, his lips curling in a smirk. “Let’s run away together.”

She doesn’t wait for another second before gathering up her dress in her hands. The air is cloyingly sweet from all of the intermingling perfumes, and she wants out. “Absolutely. How do we escape?”

“Depends, are you down to climb a drainpipe?”

“There’s no way that’ll hold our weight,” Marinette says, her eyebrows raising.

He huffs, but he doesn’t actually seem all that put out. “It might. But, fine, guess we’ll just have to leave the normal way.”

So, hand in hand, they make their grand escape.

Okay, that might be a little dramatic, all they do is find their way to a higher balcony so they can talk without fear of being forced into conversations about stocks and taxes and ooooh, I just LOVE your dress, DO tell me where you got it.

No, they have much more interesting conversations in store for them, like gossip.

“They say there’s a new assassin on the loose,” says Tim.

She has heard that. Quite a few rich people had suddenly been found dead – poisoned, to be specific. But, as she looks out over the Gala below them, she is sorry to say that the assassin is not going fast enough.

Marinette hums absently. “There’s always another assassin.”

“It’s a good line of work. Business is booming. If only I didn’t have those pesky morals,” sighs Tim.

Marinette can only nod along. One day she, too, will have a terrible accident that leads to her becoming a supervillain, she is sure her time will come eventually.

But, for now, she is much more interested in chatting with her best friend.

“I heard Cobblepot is secretly a Rogue,” Marinette says, leaning over the railing so she could properly squint at the man. She opts to ignore the rest of that particular rumor, because not even their friend Bernard would believe that the umbrellas the man carried were all secretly insane gadgets.

Tim snickers as if he can hear her thought process. “Yeah? Are you gonna tell me you believe in The Batman, too?”

She grins. “And what if I do? What would you do?”

“Well, stop you from hanging out with Bernard, for one.”

Marinette gasps. “You would never! My mental health would shatter if I was not allowed to talk to my emotional support delusional friend.”

“I need you to repeat the last four words of that sentence for me.”

“... emotional support delusional friend?”

“Yeah, thanks for proving my point.”

“You’re no fuuuuuun.”

“I’m practical. I go out at night all the time. If he existed, I think I would have seen him by now.”

Okay, does Marinette actually believe in Batman? No, absolutely not. But damn if she wasn’t going to defend his honor. “Well, yeah, if he’s a hybrid half-man, half-bat being, it makes sense that he would be trying to hide himself as much as possible!”

“And that’s how I know you’re not a true bat-fan. Any true believer knows he is three-fourths bat and one-fourth man.”

Alas, she has been caught.

She leans back against the banister, pouting. “How was I supposed to know you were actually paying attention to Bernard’s rants? I always thought you were lost in your own head. You never speak!”

He lifts his hands in a sheepish little shrug. “I like listening to you guys talk.”

“Ha. Simp.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay. Real mature.”

“I am, thank you for noticing. This is why I should be allowed to drink underage —.”

She never finishes her sentence, because her eyes stray to the champagne tower, and that particular train of thought is derailed. For a woman stands at the base of the pyramid. Which is already strange, but her outfit is even stranger. A dress that appears to be made out of leaves, rustling behind her as she walked. Red hair is threaded with thick green ribbons that remind her of vines.

Dully, Marinette thinks she might actually want to know where the woman had gotten her dress.

A hand reaches out and plucks a champagne glass from the pyramid.

It topples faster than you might expect, the glasses clinking against each other briefly before they’re sent to the floor, shattering in a messy display. Glass shards and liquid gold spilling across the tile.

If people weren’t looking at the mysterious woman before, they certainly are now.

She smiles.

“Hello, Gotham,” she says, her voice echoing. Is she hooked up to a mic? Or is she just that good at projecting? “I’m the newest assassin, Poison Ivy.”

Understandably, most people back up a few steps. Even Tim and Marinette, who are safely on a balcony she could not reasonably reach anytime soon, flinch backward.

She smiles wider.

“You’re kinda a bad assassin, though,” Brucie Wayne speaks up, and everyone in the vicinity immediately cringes. “I mean, why tell us now? Why not – like – after you kill us?”

“Easy! Because you’re all already dead!”

Brucie looks down at himself, as if to confirm that he has legs.

The people who have two functioning brain cells to rub together, though, immediately blanche at the news. They’re already doomed? How? Her name more than implies that her killing method of choice is poison, so… where is it? It can’t be the food, people hardly eat at parties like this (despite how good the food is), and it’s not as if she could poison every single drink without anyone noticing.

“There is poison in the very air you breathe.”

Wait, what?

Her hands come up to cover her mouth and nose, as if it is still something she can fix. She has been smelling that sickening sweetness for well over ten minutes now, she can’t uninhale it.

“It’s slow-acting…  not that slow-acting, you all have around a week, max, but…” she shrugs, her eyes gleaming. “I figured I should give you all the time to say goodbye to your loved ones.”

That was… surprisingly generous.

For some reason, Marinette can’t bring herself to trust it.

Indeed, Poison Ivy continues on: “Well, your loved ones. I’m sure all of you know that you are unlovable, that they only love your money… I’m sure they’ll all be very pleased to learn of your sudden passing.”

Unsurprisingly, this is not what people want to hear immediately after being told that they are going to die in a week or less.

“In fact, I’m willing to bet on all of you rich people being unloved – so much so that my little plants are based around it! If any of you love someone, and find it to not be reciprocated, the plant will take root, and you will die.”

It is deathly silent.

A… plant?

“Wait! How?” Marinette is the first one to speak up. She isn’t scared, not really, just confused beyond measure.

And Poison Ivy seems to be experiencing the same strange emotion, because she balks a little bit upon seeing Tim and Marinette. She hesitates, briefly, her confident posture wavering, before she brings herself back to the present, outright laughing at her.

“You are all going to die, and you want to know how?”

Marinette just nods. Call it denial and bargaining mixing together into one very unfortunate cocktail (she really should have drank earlier), but she has to know.

The woman considers her for a moment, before sighing. “The plants should have already taken root in all of your brains. They feed off of certain nutrients. As time continues on, they will run out of room and begin pushing their way down, through your heart, into your lungs…” She waves a hand. “I’m sure that I don’t need to continue, we all get the idea.”

Brucie looks like he absolutely does not.

But Poison Ivy does not seem to care enough to explain anything to him.

“Get your affairs in order, everyone!”

No one even tries to stop her when she leaves.

Someone laughs, but it is nervous. A woman tucks her hair behind her ear. “Well… it’s a good thing that I’m married, now, isn’t it?” she asks her husband.

Said husband looks like he would much rather be anywhere but there. “So – so true, honey.”

Marinette remembers, dully, that both of them are cheating on each other. She wonders if they know. She wonders if either of them will be around next week.

She will live, though.

“Thank the gods I decided I wasn’t going to date anyone until college,” Marinette jokes lightly.

Tim wheezes.

She didn’t think that the joke was that funny.

“Yep, isn’t that… convenient?” he says, sounding pained.

She looks over at him, frowning, and finds him leaning against the banister. His hands grip the marble, his knuckles turning white. She is pretty sure that this is the palest she has ever seen him.

Dread begins to trickle down her back.

“Tim?”

He winces.

“You like someone that doesn’t like you back, don’t you?”

He nods ever so slightly, his gaze determinedly pointed at their feet.

“It’s not Bernard, is it?” she tries.

He shakes his head.

And Marinette can’t help it – she bursts out laughing. Until she is gasping for breath between peals of laughter. She laughs so hard she feels tears begin to well in her eyes.

Tim jolts to look at her. “What the hell is funny about any of this?”

“I was just thinking…” she quickly swipes her fingers beneath her eye in fruitless hopes that her mascara won’t run, still giggling. “I was wondering if this was going to be the start of my supervillain arc or something.”

Tim gives her an incredulous look.

This, of course, only makes her laugh harder.

~

One week to live, max.

It is… an interesting stipulation. She assumes that ‘Poison Ivy’ wants her victims to suffer, but why only for a week?

It could be that the ‘disease’ (Marinette refuses to believe that plants can be in any way sentient) is fast-acting, but it also might be a safeguard of sorts. Maybe there is a way to counteract the disease, some sort of cure.

Maybe that was hopeful thinking.

Maybe that would be worse for her in the long run. It is probably easier to give up – like Tim seems to have, it has not escaped her notice that it is lunchtime and he still hasn’t attended any of their shared classes – and accept that there is nothing you can do instead of trying fruitlessly to find a solution.

After all, she is just a random high schooler. Even if there is a cure of some sort, there is nothing that she can do. She is only passing her biology class by the skin of her teeth! She can’t deal with a bioweapon!

She presses her face into her hands. The cafeteria is silent. Basically no one is attending classes today. They’re all stressed about the bioweapon thing and don’t want to spend their last moments in a classroom.

She gets that.

And yet.

She doesn’t want to be alone right now.

She wants her best friend.

But, while he is her best friend, she isn’t his. And the thought makes her want to be sick. For once, the fact that her skin tinges green in the school cafeteria isn’t actually due to the food. She hasn’t eaten any, and she can't even smell it thanks to the horrible sugary smell that has been trapped in her nose since the Gala.

She pushes her plate out of the way and sinks to rest her head against the table, as if it might soothe her headache.

It doesn’t.

Most likely because the headache is more metaphorical than literal.

It’s a bit literal, too, though. She’s probably gritting her teeth.

How could she not?

She doesn’t want to talk to Tim. She doesn’t want to know how many of their interactions over the years they hadn’t been on the same page for. Doesn’t want to have to think about all of the joking flirting they had done, and how it had only been a joke for her.

She understands that he has feelings, and that he can’t help them, but that doesn’t make her feel any less violated.

Because, ultimately, if she had known she wouldn’t have behaved in all of the same ways, and it feels like that is part of the reason why he hadn’t told her.

He probably didn’t want things to change in their relationship, but why doesn’t she get a say in that?

Things had changed. She just hadn’t been told about it.

So, why does she still want to go to him? She feels betrayed. By him. He is the very reason she is upset, and yet she still wants to seek comfort in him.

She hates emotions. Can she have a refund? Yeah, she’s lost the receipt and all, but…

She can’t bring herself to care enough to finish the joke, even in her own mind.

It was stupid, anyway.

The silence in the cafeteria is almost oppressive.

A hand taps her on the shoulder and she hesitates, considering playing dead to make them go away. Then she realizes that she might actually convince people that she was dead, considering the current circumstances, so she lifts her head.

Bernard takes a seat beside her, smiling. The prick had been out of town during the Gala. Lucky him. If he had gone, he would currently be dying due to his unrequited crush on Tim’s stepmom.

“You should go visit him,” he says, as if it’s really that simple.

She gives him a flat look. He had always been an airhead. You’d think that watching your friend die in front of you in a mob-related school shooting would wisen you up some, but Bernard remains entirely without a brain.

She supposes she should have expected this. After all, Brucie Wayne exists. Clearly, it is possible.

“It’s not that easy,” she says, sinking back against the table again, wondering if she can meld with it and avoid the conversation.

“I know. But you’re going to regret it if you don’t.”

Marinette pauses and lifts her head to meet his eyes.

She hates it when the dumbest person in the room makes a good point.

Because doesn’t that make her the new dumbest person by default?

Still, she is also the most stubborn, so she glares at him. “I’m sorry, if I was dying because I secretly had a crush on you this whole time, would you want to come visit me?”

Bernard, to his credit, actually considers this. And then, in true Bernard fashion, just shrugs.

She groans. “I’ll be fine.”

He snorts. “You’re not even fine now. Mari, no offense, but have you seen yourself?”

“Sorry for not looking great after finding out my best friend of several years is going to die because I can’t reciprocate his feelings,” she says flatly.

Bernard sobers, if only slightly.

He sighs, matching her posture. “You’re going to regret it if you don’t,” he repeats.

Marinette glares at the tray in front of her like it has personally offended her. To be fair, it has – who decided that melted cheese on bread is a good entree?

“I’m going to go grab something else for lunch,” she says, pushing the tray over to him. “No one is doing classes today, anyway.”

Bernard doesn’t say a word about her dumb excuse. Maybe he is too concentrated on the terrible ‘food’ that has been forced upon him.

She can’t bring herself to care. As long as no one questions her, she will be fine.

~

Marinette stares up at the wooden lattice that she can use to reach Tim’s window. It is supposed to house flowers, she is pretty sure, but they have long since shriveled up and died. It wasn’t due to neglect, the Drakes had always made sure that the outside of their house, at least, was always well tended to. No, this, she was pretty sure that she had just trampled over the plants so many times while visiting her friend that they just stopped bothering to grow.

She supposes that it could be ironic, that the flowers are dead because of her, and flowers are killing her friend because of her, but she can’t seem to find the energy to wax poetic right now.

For a moment, she doesn’t move, her hand resting against the wooden lattice.

Should she hang out with him? If he is going to die, she wants to spend time with him before he goes… but would that make him die faster? Would constant, tiny rejections make the flowers – the disease – take over faster?

How does this stupid fake flower disease even work? What are the stipulations?

She hates being helpless.

She clambers up the lattice and makes sure she is fully seated on the windowsill before she raps her knuckles against the glass. She peers into the dark room, wondering if anyone is even there, trying to make out shapes in the dark.

A lump on the bed slowly shifts, an arm reaching out to flick on a lamp. Tim sits up slowly. He blinks bleary eyes open.

And then he bolts upright.

Tim stares at her, as if he is half convinced that she’s a hallucination.

For a moment, she wishes for that to be the case but, when his otherwise pale cheeks flush with the slightest bit of color upon seeing her, her stomach lurches in a way that assures her that all of this is very much real.

He scrambles to his feet so fast he almost slips on his blanket, and she almost huffs a laugh at the sight. He manages a sheepish smile.

The window latch unlocks and she is allowed to make her way inside.

Tim… doesn’t look great. His pajamas swamp him and his hair is almost painfully messy, but all she can really focus on is how gaunt his face looks.

He looks frail.

A week… max.

Marinette can’t bring herself to speak, not even to say hi.

“I – I didn’t know whether you would come,” he admits.

Marinette manages a ghost of a smile. “I considered not.”

He gives an aborted little laugh. “... well, you’ve always been brutally honest, I guess.”

… was she?

Marinette would say quite the opposite, that she usually beat around the bush for most things, so long as they weren’t vitally important.

But here he was, defending her rudeness with ease, in fact he almost seemed fond. So much so that she almost began to wonder whether he was right and she was the one that was wrong.

Or whether he didn’t even know her. Whether the ‘Marinette’ that he had fallen in love with wasn’t even actually her, but instead some idolized version of her.

She was no angel. She had flaws. She was just a regular person.

She wonders if Tim would agree if she said those words aloud. But, ultimately, she isn’t the type to say that, to bring those things out into the open, so instead she gives a laugh – it is late, and it does nothing to clear the awkward air, but it is already out there, so it’s not as if it can be taken back.

Tim’s smile wavers, if only slightly. “... how about a movie?”

She almost jumps at the opportunity to have something break the silence.

But she soon realizes her mistake because, once the movie is on, there is really no reason to talk anymore. Tim hadn’t put on a purposefully bad movie they could laugh at together. He had opted for Howl’s Moving Castle. The subbed version, they aren’t plebs… but this also meant that they have to concentrate on the movie somewhat in order to keep track of what is going on.

Not that they don’t already know it all by heart. They’ve rewatched it dozens of times over the years.

Marinette had always thought the romance between Howl and Sophie was a little bit forced, but she liked the movie regardless. And, even if she hadn’t, it wasn’t as if she was going to stop Tim from watching the movie he chose when he was going to die soon.

Still.

They are both quiet, as is standard for watching a movie, and yet… this time, it is different. Now, she is aware of the way Tim’s eyes stray to her more often than not.

The silence isn’t the fond, loving kind that people always talk about. It is uncomfortable. It is an unspoken acknowledgment that things have changed.

Marinette wishes, silently, for things to go back to the way they were.

She wants her best friend back.

But it looks as if she is going to have to settle for the next best thing.

She looks at Tim. He’s lying against the pillows in a way that would seem casual if it were not for the sunkenness of his eyes. His lips are curled into the slightest of smiles as he looks at the screen, but he is quick to turn his attention onto her.

She takes on deep breath, steeling herself.

It doesn’t help.

But she still grabs him by the shirt and drags his lips up to meet hers anyway.

She fights down a wave of revulsion.

He can’t die. He can’t! She can bear to live in discomfort. She is not going to live without him, not if she can help it.

He kisses her back. He is, objectively, a good kisser. His hands cradle her face like she is something precious.

She wants to be sick. Her hands ball tighter in his shirt.

She just needs to think of all of those movies. The ones where the girl realizes that she actually loved the guy all along, and was just too stupid to not realize it before.

She swears she can taste copper. She nearly chokes on it.

She does love Tim. He is sweet, and kind, and intelligent, and her best friend. Don’t people talk about how a good friendship leads to a good relationship?

Right?

Right?

He pulls back (finally).

His thumbs swipe beneath her eyes. Had she been crying? 

It might not work if she cries.

She doesn’t want to open her eyes. Doesn’t want to see Tim’s face. Doesn’t want to know whether she had accidentally doomed him.

This is all so unfair.

Why is she the one who has to change?

Why can’t he love her in the way she loves him?

She can’t breathe.

She can’t breathe.

She can’t breathe.

She opens her eyes to find his lips stained a deep red. His eyes are wide with horror.

Marinette feels a strange wave of satisfaction. At least it isn’t her, for once.

When she keels forward, coughing into their laps, bloodied flower petals spill from her lips.

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Daughter Part 2

Words: 1017

Pairing: Nick Stokes x Reader

A/N: I went off the Daughter fic. I hope this is ok! 

Request: If you are taking requests may I please request a continuation of Nick Stokes and Grissom! daughter or Nick Stokes x wife! reader? Maybe with some fluff or hurt? I absolutely loved these two. I mean I love everything you write about CSI. - @perasperaadastrawriting

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“So tell me more about those asses you mentioned on day one,” Nick spoke from the opposite side of the booth.

You laughed and rolled your eyes “God, the last team I worked with were utter idiots and were horrible to each other. The lab wasn’t necessarily made up of CSI’s, our space was above the station and the type of people that worked with us were-”

“Asses.”

“Precisely.” you noticed the man’s sparkling eyes but quickly pulled yours away and moved them to your plate in front of you. “They were insufferable.”

As your eyes met his he felt his heart feel full for a second and he felt a blush come to his face as a smile played on his lips even though you tore your eyes away from his. “How’s Griss feeling about you being back”

You smiled at the thought of your dad. “I think he really loves it. He’s been quite alone for some time, we talked when I was away, of course we did, but I missed him and I think he missed me too. I needed the change of pace and I missed Vegas.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here and glad that I met you.”

You could feel the blood rush to your face. “Thanks, I’m glad I met you too.” 

The two of you took some more bites of the breakfast you’d ordered “You know, he’s mentioned this place a bunch.”

“Oh yeah?” the man questioned

“Yeah. He said I’d like it and I guess he was right.” you quickly took a sip of your drink “He also spoke about you alot. I know he loves the whole team in his own special way but he has a different sort of connection with you.”

“He’s seen me through some tough times.” Nick admitted, feeling a quick sense of pain from the past and his burial experience but he pushed it away. “I’m glad he’s the boss. I can think of very few people who could run it the way he does.”

“He’s unique isn’t he?” you smiled. “We’ve spoken a bunch about my dad though. Let's get away from that.” you joked.

The man nodded as he took a sip of his drink “I can agree to that.” He moved to get comfier where he sat “The past five days since you got here have been a real whirlwind.” 

You mulled it over in your head briefly, they really had. Almost straight after getting back to the lab you had another scene with the exact same characteristics show up which lead to more of the team being put on the case and everything moving at an insane speed. Leaving you and Nick heading up two smaller teams within the case, one for each scene.

“It’s all the fun of being a CSI though right?”

The man let out a breathy laugh “Yeah, I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

The two of you continued to speak as you finished your food and paid the bill. 

Heading outside you pulled your phone out of your pocket. “I can drop you off at yours. Hop in.” the man insisted as he gestured towards his car, knowing you didn’t have one in Vegas yet and you were relying on Grissom to get you to and from work for the time being. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah” the man insisted as he unlocked his vehicle “It’ll give Griss a break.”

You laughed and slid into the passenger seat “I really need to get onto buying a car again.”

“I don’t mind driving you to the one and only decent dealership around here. It’s the only one I trust.”

“I’d love that. I have no clue where to start and I hate asking dad for help with stuff like that.”

“I’m sure he’d be more than happy to help, you’re never a bother.” The man started the car and pulled away.

You sighed and laughed awkwardly “I know I just feel like it sometimes. It’s just a thing that I’ve tried to get over but never will entirely. It’s just me I guess.”

“And that’s totally ok. Hell I even feel that way sometimes, just know that in the short time I’ve known you you’ve been a pleasure.”

You smiled and could feel your heart feel full for a second, you couldn’t be feeling things for Nick. You’d only known him for less than a week and your dad would kill you. Sure he was attractive but it was more than that. He is genuinely a good guy, everything you’d heard about him before you got there was true and the things you were learning about him were adding to your attraction to him.

It was way too soon? Surely it was far to quick to form a connection like this. He was so easy to talk to, maybe he was just being friendly. “You’re off tomorrow right? Do you have plans?”

“I’m off and have no plans why?”

“Dealership? We can get the ball rolling on a car possibly.”

This was his chance, it was now or never, he knew it was risky business but he wouldn’t do it if he wasn’t sure of his own mind and he was almost certain that you probably were feeling the same sort of way as he did. “Sounds good to me. As long as we can go for a proper meal after together, I can make a nice reservation somewhere if you’d like?”

Your head whipped around towards him while your heart skipped a beat. Had he seriously just asked you on a date? “So a date?”

“Yeah? If that’s ok with you? I understand if it’s too soon or you don’t want to or-”

“It’s fine.” it came out a bit too abruptly “I mean I’d be more than happy and I think that’s really lovely.”

“Good I’m glad.” His face broke out into a beautiful smile “Can I ask what happened to your last Car?”

Laughing you relaxed into the seat some more “I think I’ll save that story for another day.” you teased.

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Gotta Love Prowl (And His Kinks)

“How rough do you want me to be?” Prowl grinned.

“As rough as you want, sir~” Az purred.

Primus, that just instantly turned him on. Don’t tempt a sadist. The tables quickly turned when he moved to pin her to the soft grass. It was a familiar feeling– one that she knew very well. Az let him do his thing, tearing off what clothes she had on with his overly large servos. That just meant another shopping trip for her. Oh well. And, as soon as he thrust into her, the sweet sound of their mixed moans filled the air.

“I want to hear you beg,” he whisper-growled after a minute. “Beg, or do I need to make you?”

“Mmm, Prowl, please–” she whined, letting out another moan as he started to pull out just barely, inch by agonizing inch. 

“Please, I want you to make me cum! Fill me with your transfluid until I’m–!”

“Shut your mouth, you damn whore,” Prowl growled again, this time louder as he pulled out fully before slamming into her as roughly as he could. 

She whimpered loudly, letting out soft huffs at the feeling of being so full. This did not go unnoticed. “Hold on tight, sweetspark, because I intend to spark you up good.”

“Hnn– please! Spark me up!”

Prowl chuckled lightly to himself and finally began to fuck her for real this time. He promised himself that he wouldn’t break her…at least, not yet. His focus for the time being was the absolutely impossible task of filling Az with his sparklings. He knew this was impossible, but just the thought put him on a bit of a high. His thrusts were unapologetically rough and uneven; it was something that, even after all this time, she never quite got used to. 

In and out.

Out and in.

Maybe he should…

He slowed down momentarily, his thrusts coming to a quick halt. Az was understandably confused.

“Prowl? Is something wrong?” she asked out of concern.

“Mm…no, I just had an idea. Wait here.” One last moan as he pulled out, before he disappeared off to…somewhere, only to return a couple minutes later. There was something in his servos, a bag of sorts it seemed. This immediately piqued his new pet’s interest.

“What’s in the bag?”

“A surprise,” he grunted, throwing the object down at her side. One quick peek, and…

“Are these…eggs?”

“What do they look like?” he snapped. “I want us to use them.”

“Hm. Kinky. But why exactly do you want to use them?”

“Breeding purposes.”

“Excuse me?” She just got a glare in response. “Okay, okay. Don’t give me that attitude, sir.”

“It’s called Cybertronians and humans can’t breed with each other, so this is the next best option.”

“So you want to stuff me–”

“With eggs and transfluid, yes.”

“...That’s cool with me.” Score. Az pulled an egg out of the bag, sifting through it. “These aren’t real eggs, are they?”

“Frag no. They’re custom-made.” I’m sorry, but since when did he have custom-made eggs? “Ohh frag~ Yes, yes that’s it…push them in,” Prowl moaned, his servo quickly pumping his spike. His optics stayed focused on the scene in front of him as Az slowly pushed in an egg. A single egg…a single egg? He stopped pumping for a moment, watching her. “Is that really your limit?”

“Mhm…I mean, they are kinda big.”

He let out an irritated sigh, “Fine. Guess it’s just one then. Now get over here.”

 The mech lifted her up a bit so she leaned against the boulder with the two of them facing each other. “Hold it in until I say so. Got that?” 

Az nodded. And with that, he lined his spike up, pushing inside her and ultimately against the egg. “Any discomfort?” He grunts. 

“I–I mean, a tiny bit, but I’ll be just fine, okay?” she reassured him.

“As long as you’re okay.” Prowl moaned softly at the insanely warm feeling along with the pressure from the egg pushing against his spike when he pushed in. 

He stopped about a fourth of the way in, unable to go any further. His optics then landed on Az, watching for any pain or discomfort. She stared back at him before giving him a small nod. The signal to keep going.

As rough as he wanted to be, he felt the need to protect that egg inside his pet, afraid to break it as if it were a real one. He needed to be gentle for once. So, with this in mind, his thrusts were quick and gentle, with each one pushing against the egg inside. It enticed soft moans from both of them.

Az had never felt this full before. Primus, did it feel so fucking good though. She closed her eyes for a moment to savor the feeling. Bliss. Cloud nine, even. Her hands held onto his frame lightly for stability in the process. Neither of them said a word for a while, just listening to each other’s pants and whimpers alike.

Prowl eventually stopped after releasing a more-than-necessary moan, letting out more grunts as he finally overloaded, pumping all the transfluid he could into her. He leaned forward a bit, capturing Az off guard with a quick kiss and groaning into her mouth. They both could feel all the transfluid flowing out of her and onto the dirt and grass beneath them.

“That’s it. Good boy~” she whispered. “Such a good boy, breeding me like that…~”

“Thank…you…” he panted, and quickly pulled out of her, letting even more transfluid escape. Along with the egg, not surprisingly. “Good girl~”

“...We absolutely have to do this again.” She murmured after catching her breath. 

Prowl smirks as his servos cool down.

“Only if you’re up for it."

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Back Into the Fray Ch.8: Cowboys & Dragons

Chapter Description: The time to face the Krayt dragon is here.

CW: Mentions of PTSD-esque symptoms. (Putting this here just to be safe.)

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First Chapter

‘I must be insane.’ Anai decided pretty quickly when she arose the next day ‘Utterly insane!’ She remembered very clearly what she had done in the cantina the night before. Tilting down Mando’s helmet like that? Just because he looked so damn good in the low light that shined off that armor of his! ‘No no no!’ That was not what she was here for! She was here for the kid, to make repairs to the Razor Crest here and there, but absolutely nothing else after that. She at least had the cover of alcohol even though it didn’t in any way push her to do what she did. Don’t blame the booze, it’s never the drink's fault at least not in her case. She lay there alone on her designated cot staring up at the ceiling. Mando and the kid were nowhere to be seen. ‘Maker if he left me to rot here and be eaten by the dragon, I wouldn't blame him!’ She internally scolded herself for having nearly crossed a line she, herself, had placed nearly a week ago. With a loud groan, she ran her hands over her face frustrated with herself. She quickly concluded she was just going to have to pretend she didn’t remember, to go on like it never happened even if a small part of her was thrilled about it. The mechanic was so disappointed she’d nearly crumbled the friendship she’d built up with Mando. Sure she could admit she was interested in him, who wouldn’t be? She barely knew anything about him though and Mando wasn’t one to share about himself unless it was forced out of him. That grumpy bounty hunter who cares so much for his child and whose hands could kill or hold her waist oh so sweetly… ‘Stop it!’ Suddenly the mechanical door opened and the morning light filtered into the room. Anai immediately grabbed the blaster from under her pillow, aiming it at the door only to realize the figure standing in the doorway was the shining devil himself. “It’s just me.” With a sigh of relief, she dropped the weapon onto her pillow as the Mandalorian opened a shade letting the dual sunlight enter the room. “What time is it?” She closed her eyes stretching her arms up over her head and sighed “And how did I make it back here?” The mechanic peeked one eye open hoping that sounded convincing as she watched Mando stiffen a bit before turning towards her “What do you remember?” He asked. “Oh um…” She lifted her finger tapping her bottom lip in fake contemplation. “I remember I went to the cantina last night and called Racket to update him and then Vanth came up with a bottle of spotchka he wanted to drink and talk I guess.” She watched as his shoulders relaxed as he presented her with a small bowl of bone broth and a ration bar which she eagerly took (and as always the child magically manifested on her cot at the prospect of getting a bite or two) “Was he asking about me?” Mando wondered aloud and Anai shook her head as she swallowed down the food. “No actually, he asked what I was going to get out of this deal.”

“Oh?” He leaned against the wall, sounding amused. “I just said I was being nice but he didn’t believe that.” Mando crossed his arms, his helmet dipping in a curt nod. “Usually neither would I.” She shrugged as she broke off the end of her ration bar putting it into the waiting hands of the little green one in front of her “I chalked it up to being that bit of rebel left in me.”

“You rebels and your innate desire to butt in.” He teased. “Hey I’m here for free, don't forget that.” She quickly reminded him. “As if I had the credits to pay you in the first place.” She grinned as she teased him this time “You saying I’m too expensive, Merichetara?” He paused for a moment as if in thought before he took a step forward leaning over her “I think you know you are.” She stared up in shock at the nearly identical way he had looked over her the night before but instead of the dull lights of the cantina his armor nearly glowed with the light of the twin suns blazing behind him. He was dazzling and those same words slipped past her lips once again “Oh wow…” Slowly his arms uncrossed as he moved towards her. Anai could swear her heart was beating so loud he could hear it and even if he couldn’t she knew the heat on her cheeks caused a visible blush. It was the most intense feeling she’d ever had stirred inside her. Even through that dark visor of his helmet, she could feel his eyes connect with her own. What was happening? Why was it happening? Did she like it? How far was this going to-“Patu?” They both jumped looking down at the inquisitive child on the cot between them. Mando stepped back, clearing his throat and turning back to the door. “We’re heading out soon, get your bag and meet me outside. We’ll be done and off this planet by nightfall if we’re lucky.” And then he was gone leaving her there to stew in a mixture of feelings she couldn’t separate. Her attention was grabbed by a burp from the child as he looked up at her with a toothy grin on his face having gotten his fill. Anai only sighed, running a hand through her hair before flopping back onto the mattress once again.

Anai packed up, grabbed the child, and met the Mandalorian at the speeder in record time. No words were exchanged, just an awkward silence hung over them as they joined the caravan of sand people and villagers. Once they reached the cave of the dragon it was time to get to work. Anai helped to dig the trench and set the charges outside the cave, Mando again becoming a captivated audience to her work. She moved with speed and efficiency scooping up sand and tossing it out, making sure the walls of the small trench held up so they could line the floor with the explosives. With her help though they finished setting up the trap making sure the charges were synced to the remote that was handed to Vanth. “Alright, that should be good.” She stated as she gingerly stepped over where they had just buried the bombs “And that is also the end of my help.” The marshal quirked an eyebrow up at that “Oh so your kindness does have a limit, Miss Rebel?” He teased her. “Nah.” The mechanic quickly stated “I’m usually all over these “greatest odds against us” situations.” She chuckled, “But someone’s gotta keep the little guy in check.” Anai gestured to the child who was currently chasing a group of small creatures around the speeders. Vanth clicked his tongue at the sight “Yeah I think your hands are more than full with that one.” The Mandalorian unceremoniously wedged his way between them before commenting “You don’t know that half of it.” All three watched as the small boy caught a poor critter and immediately tried stuffing its furry body into his mouth “Oh!” Anai jumped up and immediately went into caregiver mode as she started jogging over to the child “Kid! Spit that out, you don’t know where it’s been!” Mando and Vanth couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene.

When all was completed and everyone was ready, three tuskens were sent to call the beast out. Anai sat atop the speeder with the child leaning back into her stomach as he gingerly played with the hand she placed on his front to keep him from leaving her side. Mando and the Marshal stood to their side, the air in the clearing practically radiating with anticipation as they all waited. All three sand dwellers called loudly into the cave and it began as the ground shook and the sand in the cave parted to reveal the huge head of the mighty dragon. The harpoons shot out piercing its thick hide but not seeming to cause it any pain as it devoured one of the wrapped figures. Anai pulled down her visor to get a better look at the creature, boy was it an ugly and terrifying thing, its facial features akin to a shark despite its habitat. The fight had only just begun as the villagers and tuskens pulled at the harpoon strings tight in an attempt to keep the creature from the cave but it just easily pulled them from the tethers. “Dank Farrik, it’s going back in. It’s retreating.” She heard Mando say as the townspeople started throwing charges and firing their blasters trying to draw it back out. “I’m gonna hit it.” The marshal responded as he looked between the device in his hands and the Dragon but Mando stopped him “No wait! We only have one shot, we’ve gotta get it out.” He reminded him. The monster became angry roaring out in warning before beginning to charge towards the people in its path. “Now?” They kept their eyes on the scene waiting for the dragon to expose his soft belly to the charges below the sand. “Not yet. It’s gotta come out further.”   The creature then raised its head and it shot out a putrid acid from its stomach taking down those who were not fast enough to move from its path. “NOW!” The Mandalorian called and Vanth blew the explosives. Anai held a hand over her ear that was sensitive to loud sounds. As the dust settled and the ringing in her ear subsided she heard the men next to her say “I don’t think it’s dead.”

“Me either.”

Then suddenly the monster burst from the top of the mountain rearing its ugly head before spewing out more acid at the people below striking down several townies and tuskens alike. Vanth couldn’t hold it anymore “It’s picking us off like Womp Rats! Let’s get after it!” He ran to his speeder, throwing on his helmet and grabbing his weapon. Mando reached over quickly, sliding his rifle out from under Anai’s leg saying to her “If anything happens you get the kid out of here, understand?” She only nodded in response before they both flew into the air, the little one in her lap letting out an uncertain coo. All the mechanic could do was take hold of his hand as they watched the two men engage the beast in battle. It had disappeared back into the mountain as they landed back on the ground only to then suddenly appear again behind their line of defense. Anai gasped, lifting her visor in surprise and now fearing they would be swallowed alive as it slid down the dune gobbling up those in its path. Her heart was racing and she felt the child’s grip on her finger tighten she turned her gaze back to the Mandalorian when the marshal launched a rocket at the creature. Zooming in with her visor she saw him hand over the detonator to Mando before the armored man used the butt of his rifle to cause the other man’s jet to malfunction and made him fly uncontrollably into the air. Confused Anai watched as the red lights on the charges activated on the back of a Bantha. Vanth landed heavily behind them and turning she asked in a panic “What is he doing?!” Not waiting for an answer she turned back only to see Mando grabbing the rope tied to the pack animal and pulling right back into the path of the dragon “Merichetara get out of there!” She called only for him to remain unmoving as the monster lifted his body preparing to dive and devour them “What is he doing?! Get out of the way!” The child in her lap let out a cry and in a second the mouth of the beast fell over Mando disappearing into the sand. “MANDO!” The mechanic screamed for her companion, her whole body shook and she felt tears pour down her cheeks. She looked at her shaking hands feeling her chest tighten making it harder to breathe. Why? She barely knew him so why was this happening again? In her moment of weakness, the only thing that snapped her back were the cries of the little one in her lap as he wailed while reaching out to where his father had just presumably died. Take care of the kid, that was her priority and they needed to get out of there. She pulled the crying little one to her chest starting the speeder when the Krayt Dragon suddenly resurfaced opening its mouth and releasing the Mandalorian. Anai let out a shaky sigh of relief and a second later the charges went off inside the beast and as it dropped still onto the sand it was clear. The Monster that had terrorized Mos Pelgo was dead. The fight was over and they had won. The mechanic shut off the bike letting down the child onto the sand as she climbed down. Her blood boiling with pain and adrenaline. The sadness she had felt only a moment before was now replaced with fiery anger.

The Mandalorian huffed a sigh of relief that his plan worked. He staggered on the spot he had landed in the sand exhausted and covered in gut juice. In his peripheral, he noticed someone approaching and he quickly wiped the offending liquid from his visor to see none other than Anai approaching him. Mando’s first thought was she was coming over to ask if he was okay but then faltered when he noticed the angered look on her face. He was about to say something when she stepped right into his space shouting “What the hell is wrong with you?!” He stood there flabbergasted and insulted “…what?” He asked, almost sounding as if he hadn’t heard her. The green in her eyes glowed with anger as she shouted her offending question once again “I said what the hell is wrong with you?! Were you trying to get yourself killed?!” He huffed, leaning back out of her face “Even if I had, it would have been an honorable death.”

“Honorable?!” She scoffed “Are you kriffing serious right now?!” Her arms flared wildly as she spoke before pointing back to where the child stood only a few meters behind her “You call orphaning that poor boy for what’s probably the millionth time honorable?!” That nearly broke him, it was bad enough to insult The Way but to bring the child who he cared for took it nearly too far. “Dying in battle is the highest honor among my people.” He replied in a cold and calculated tone. “Do not scold me like a child when I have done nothing wrong.”

“Bonchi-Kati!” The Mandalorian didn’t understand those words but he knew an insult when he heard it. “Did you even consider what would happen to him?! To us?! I told you the kid is more important! He is your priority! Your responsibility!”

“I know that.” Did she think he hadn’t taken any of this seriously? After all, that’s what they were doing on this forsaken planet in the first place. She continued to press him through her loud voice cutting through any thought that tried to form “Oh yeah? You? The guy who almost became dragon shit!”

He was at his limit, his gloved hand quickly reached forward grabbing Anai by the front of her leather jacket and pulling her up to his level. “You knew the possibilities of what you would face when you agreed to come along on MY quest, you’re only here 'cause I allow it. Yet you have the gall to insult my beliefs. You can stay or leave either way, it's no skin off my back.” She stared him down like a predator before grabbing his wrists and pulling herself free from his grasp. “You’re lucky I owe that kid a debt.” Anai angrily called as she turned on her heels back towards the rocks “Go roll in some sand! I'm not getting anywhere near you covered in stomach acid!” She walked off swearing in her native tongue while her hands moved erratically around her. Mando watched her go feeling anger and annoyance bubble up inside of him. ‘How dare she say such things!’ He thought. Mando had done what was expected of him, he risked everything; it was no different from one of her fellow pilots who had earned their place in glorious death. There was a cry at his boots and Mando looked down to see the child had waddled over in the mists of their argument. His ears dropped low and his eyes shined with tears as he looked between him and the mechanic. The armored man sighed, feeling the anger drain from him as he kneeled putting a soothing hand on the little one’s back “She’ll come back.” He reassured his foundling “Give her time to cool off.” That seemed to at least ease the little one as he toddled forward hugging the man’s boot before immediately pulling back with an annoyed grunt when his skin touched the slimy juice Mando was covered in. He sighed heavily pulling himself to his feet once again before walking a few meters to a more open spot. Taking off his cape first and spreading it on the ground and then kneeling on the sand before rolling from side to side. A sad attempt to comply with the request to “Go roll in some sand.” At least the kid seemed to enjoy it as his little laughs could be heard echoing against the rocks.

The Mandalorian was still annoyed though not as angry as he strapped a large chunk of dragon meat gifted by the tuskens to the speeder. He’d already had to bat the child away from trying to inhale it. There was a commotion from the corpse he looked over to see the sand people had found their prize of the dragon’s pearl. He couldn’t help but smile under his helmet, he was the one who made that happen and with his help, the threat had been eliminated. They could all live in peace for now. So why couldn’t Anai see that? What was so different to her? His thoughts were halted when Cobb Vanth approached him with the armor, as promised. Mando’s eyes went to the once again damaged jet pack and he immediately felt bad about sending him off so haphazardly earlier “Sorry, I didn’t have time to explain.” He quickly apologized but the marshal shook his head “No need.” He lifted his arm putting the bagged-up armor onto the speeder “This was well-earned.” The marshal looked in the direction Anai had gone earlier. “Is she still up there?” Mando only shrugged “I guess, she’ll get left if she doesn’t come back soon.” Vanth let out an amused huff “Come on now, you can’t blame her for being upset at you almost dying.”

“She should know better.” Was all he could muster to say. Vanth only smirked leaning against the speeder “You don’t know much about people do you?” He asked, only receiving a shrug from Mando. With a sigh he placed his hands on his belt before speaking again “I don’t know if I should be saying this but, you scared the piss out of her getting swallowed up like that.” That got the armored man to pause and face the marshal “I scared her?”

“Well yeah, her and the little guy.” He lightly pokes the child in the tummy as he speaks “She was in tears Mando, she thought you were gone.” Tears? Mando didn’t think Anai would react to his potential death in that way. Now that he thought about it her eyes did look wet when she screamed at him. The Mandalorian shook his head, no, he was not in the wrong. “That doesn’t mean she can insult my faith.”

Cobb Vanth nodded in agreement before shooting back “No but you gotta look at it from her perspective too.” He was met with stony silence and decided to continue “Anai’s a rebel Mando, how many of her friends has she had to watch die pulling stunts like that? She survived to the end but how many more made it through? How many families did she have to explain to that their loved ones were gone?” The Marshall could tell the gears were turning in that shiny helmet “You told me to take care of them 'cause you didn’t know if you were coming back and she assumed the worst. She was pissed that someone she cared about decided to do something risky without knowing the outcome.” Did she care? Anai was angry with him because she cared. Mando felt his chest tighten as he grappled with what to do with that information and why it affected him so much. The marshal smirked having already guessed the man was lost and quickly made a suggestion “Why don’t you go get her? I’ll watch the kid.” The child cooed in agreement as he reached to grab the marshal’s outstretched pinky. Mando only nodded, making his way to the rocks where his friend had gone, only pausing for a moment to say a quick “Thank you” to Vanth.

When he reached the opening in the rocks he flipped on his heat sensor and Anai’s boot prints appeared. He made quick work to follow them to a shaded area where he noticed the back of her form facing him as she sat on the sandy ground. The armored man watched her for a moment contemplating what he should say and when nothing came he just went for the easiest thing “Hey.” He called out and she kept her back to him “You here to tell me we’re done?” The tone of her voice told him she was still upset. “No.” Mando sighed softly as he moved to sit next to her before continuing “I was told I scared you.” And suddenly her sullen state snapped her back to anger “Kriff yeah you scared me!” She shouted with her fists balled against the sand “I thought you were dead Mando!” All he could do was slump against a nearby rock in defeat “I’m sorry.” He made sure his tone was soft as he spoke “I was going to jump out of the way but the bantha came loose. I had to get the charges in there somehow.” She turned her gaze from him in favor of a pill-bug that scurried past her boot “You could’ve at least commed me, something, anything to let me know you weren’t planning on dying.” At least she wasn’t yelling anymore and her voice took on a more annoyed edge “I wasn’t sure about that either.” He admitted, and that was the truth she deserved to hear. “I don’t know if that makes it worse or not.” She lightly ran her finger in the sand as she spoke. The only thing he could think of was to utter the mantra of his people “This is the way.” She finally turned back towards him with an eyebrow quizzically raised “What does that mean?” He sighed again raising a hand to rub the back of his neck only now realizing he’s never really explained this to an outsider before “To live all aspects of life as Mandalorian even when facing death. I did what I did because my creed dictates that I should face the enemy and defeat them at all costs, even my life.” Anai quietly contemplated his words for a moment trying to comprehend how his people had survived with such beliefs “I’m sorry for insulting your faith.” She finally spoke though the way her forehead wrinkled told him there was more “I’ll admit I don’t understand, it’s not what I was taught to believe.”

“What do you believe?” Mando asked. She quieted again in contemplation before speaking once more “To live, even when facing an enemy you must do your best to live. Don’t ever give up.” He shifted a bit, starting to get an idea of where her anger and annoyance had come from. “To sacrifice is to give up then?” She shook her head making her pink waves flow around her “There is still honor in a life lost during battle but not if it was needless.” So she had seen his death to the dragon as needless? Mando could see that though he didn’t agree but was pulled from his thoughts as her voice reached him again “Did you even think about what would happen to us? I wouldn’t even know what to do. Do I find the Jedi? Mandalorians? Or do I live out the rest of my days raising the little guy as my own, regaling with stories of the man in beskar?” Right, there was that too. What would happen to them? He honestly hated the idea of leaving them behind but again that was a personal desire that did not pertain to his duty and honor. So he went with what the creed would dictate “If something were to happen to me, I want you to continue my quest. Find the Jedi and return the child.”

“What if I fail?”

That was a possibility too, the answer he gave with the feelings of his foundling in mind “Adopt him, raise him in your way. Let the memory of the Mandalorian who cared for him fade away with time as he grows.” Her gaze quickly snapped to his “I can’t do that. I could never let him forget you, not after everything.” A somber pride welled up behind the chest of beskar.  He knew her words were true should he die his foundling would remember him. “I…I’d make sure he remembered you too.” The way her lips curled into a smile causing the dimples on her face to deepen made that warm feeling spread through his chest again. “Thank you, Merichetara.” Maker, was he relieved to hear her call him that again.

They made their way back down the rocks moments later. The child cooed, reaching his hands out to them  and Cobb Vanth turned with a smile as they appeared “Well now, and here I was thinking I’d get to keep you.” He joked as he stood from the speeder and Anai rolled her eyes “Me stay on Tatooine? Never.”  The marshal chuckled “Harsh, but fair. Especially after the day we’ve had.”  He nods to the carcass behind him before turning back to the Mandalorian reaching his hand out and the two men clasped the other's forearm “Thank you, friend.” Mando nodded stoically in response, “It was my pleasure.” They let go and Vanth turned to Anai as the armored man went to grab his foundling and secure him into his satchel. “You two get along out there, you hear? You ever get tired of space though there’s always a place for a friend here.” The mechanic shook her head at his words “Again, you couldn’t make me stay on this dust ball even if you offered me the mines.” She chuckled “But thank you, I think we’ll be just fine. Right, Merichetara?” She turned to Mando as he threw one leg over the speeder settling into the driver's seat  and shrugged “Geez, thanks for the vote of confidence.” She deadpanned as the child giggled. With a shrug, she climbed up on the speeder behind Mando confidently wrapping her arms around his waist and angling her legs in a way that trapped his hips between them. Had she always sat so close to him? If she had, why was he only noticing it now? Whatever, he’d take it. Whether that be for the comfort of having her there and feeling it or something else, something more. Marshal Cobb Vanth took a step back calling out as Mando started the speeder’s engine “I hope all our paths cross again.” The Mandalorian nodded, answering for the both of them as Anai pulled her visor over her eyes “As do I.” And then they were off, leaving the memory of the small village and the dragon behind them. But of course, unbeknownst to their little troop a lone cloaked figure watched them from the dunes as they rode off into the sandy sea.

Author's Note: One More chapter until we're caught up to the chapters I have posted on AO3 though if you want to go ahead and read it all you have to do is click the link at the top!

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