#I've watched the flick a hundred times easily

[woso-dreamzzz]

Legacy II

Magdalena Eriksson x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Chelsea's reaction to you

Magda finally strays from your side after six weeks.

She would have stayed for longer but she knew that if she did, she would never go back to England. So, it's with a heavy heart that she gets the last of her baby cuddles and boards the flight back to London.

She mopes all through the weekend though, draining her phone battery from the frequent calls to Pernille to see you. When Monday rolls around, Magda is still in a little bit of a slump as she makes her way to training.

She gets there early like usual and sits in her cubby, scrolling through her gallery and biting at her cheek to stifle her tears. She misses you and Pernille like crazy.

"Holy shit, is that the baby?!"

Millie barges her way to Magda's cubby, sliding to sit next to her and practically wrenching the phone out of her hands.

"She's so cute!"

That makes Magda swell with pride as she points out the little things in the photo about you.

"She's got very strong reflexes," Magda boasts," So she's going to be very smart! And-And she kicks a lot so she's going to be a footballer too!"

Magda flicks to another picture and waits an appropriate amount of time for Millie to coo over you.

"And she always forgets she has feet! It's so cute! She gets so surprised."

The locker room slowly fills up and everyone makes a little stop by Magda to look at pictures of you.

"I can't believe Nilla got to see her first," Jonna complains as she watches a video of you staring up at your baby mobile," That's so unfair."

"She helped get Pernille to the hospital," Magda reminds her though her eyes don't stray from your image on her phone," I think she more than earned it."

"And Frido too? Did she really get on the first flight?"

"She did," Magda confirms," She didn't even tell us until she was outside our door. The princesse loves her though."

"Yeah, well, Fridos tend to stick together." Jonna flicked to another picture.

It was very sweet but it just made Magda miss you and Pernille even more. You're bundled up in your baby blanket, eyes closed softly. Pernille's shirtless and your little hand is gripping her collarbone possessively. Pernille's smiling down softly at you, one hand reaching up to rest on your head while the other is curled around your body to keep you stable and safe against her.

"Motherhood looks good on you," Beth says with a laugh as Magda yawns while flicking through images - she's easily got more than a hundred of just you.

"I'm exhausted," Magda replies but she keeps the smile on her face," But it's so worth it. She makes these cute little noises in her sleep and I swear she can understand me already."

Beth laughs, clapping her on the back. "Is it hard? Being away from her?"

Magda's face falls a little as she looks at your picture. "Yeah," She admits," She...She's just so little and it's just Pernille with her now. I just want her with me all the time. I've already booked a flight for next week to go and see them, straight after the game."

"You're a great mum already, Magda," Beth says," That little girl is so lucky."

The compliment makes Magda flush a little and she stares down at her home screen - a picture of you sitting on her lap. Your eyes are wide as you stare at the squeaky thing behind that camera that Pernille's using to make you look in the right direction. Magda's sitting behind you, a massive smile on her face as you lean comfortably against her.

"She's perfect," Is what she says in reply," She makes it easy to be a good mum."

Beth laughs. "God, motherhood's made you sappy. Come on, we've still got training to do."

Training is the perfect way to get her mind off of the thought of you and Pernille. Training is easy, it's repetitive and it keeps Magda from even straying into the idea of missing you as much as she does.

"Magda," Emma says as she walks past the coaching office to get to the changing rooms.

"Er...yeah?"

"Come in."

The whole exchange makes Magda feel antsy. She runs through everything that's happened in training and wonders if perhaps she has done something wrong.

She can't think of anything so feels on edge as she sits in front of Emma's desk.

"Well?" Emma says and Magda's throat bobs.

"What?"

"Do I get to see baby pictures too or are they just reserved for players?"

Magda lets out a small laugh, half of relief and half of amusement.

"You want to see them?"

Emma raises a brow. "Well, I'd like to see the future Chelsea star you and Pernille made."

Magda fishes her phone out of her pocket and opens it to her gallery. "Funny. Pernille swears she'll play for Wolfsburg."

"This little girl will play for me come hell or high water, Magda," Emma says," I'll make sure of it."

[gutterballgt]

I feel like we all need to watch 2004′s Stepford Wives again and marvel at how much more relevant it becomes with each passing year. I mean, it is a comical, existentially terrifying meta on toxic masculinity and how mediocre a man can be and still be considered the hero of a story, worthy of the heroine’s devotion.

Loooooong post. I got a lot to say on this subject.

It starts out with a few clips from a new season of TV shows, each with a feminist thrust about empowering women while men stew about being left in the dust without them actually doing anything to warrant keeping up. In the last of these promos, a married couple are separated on a tropical island and housed with professional prostitutes to see if they can be tempted away from their marriage vows.

The man, surprisingly, turns down his hot prostitute to stay “in Omaha with my Barbara”. It’s supposed to be this sweet moment of love and loyalty. Of sacrifice, because his wife is so homely while the prostitute was gorgeous and seemed devoted to his pleasure. Awwww.

The woman, who has been bombarded by multiple hot people who want her and who has only ever been with her husband, says she does love him, then jilts him for all the people responsible for what could only be a sexual awakening for her. We’re supposed to see her as a disloyal slut, turning her back on her sensitive, caring husband to have hot, dirty sex with the entire cast of a porno and a ridiculously built Hawaiian dude. How dare she, right? The Jezebel!

Then, we go back to the main studio where the heroine, Joanna, is clearly selling the new season with verve and all the confidence of a woman who knows she’s hit a hot button, and the jilted husband from the promo shows up and, instead of continuing the “sensitive, loyal man with a broken heart” shtick, he pulls out a gun, proposes a show called “let’s kill all the women!”, and tries to shoot Joanna.

We find out later that he’s already shot his wife and several of her new lovers.

I’m sorry, but we see that entirely too much in real life when women say no, when women try to leave, when women try to move on. Men become violent, even murderous, and wreak devastation on FAR more than the so-called source of their “broken heart”. At this late date, it’s too true-to-life to be as funny as it used to be.

There are too many so-called sensitive guys who feel entitled to a woman and think she has no say in the matter.

And that action -- that sudden, shocking violence by a jilted, shamed man -- is at the heart of literally everything else that happens in the movie. It’s the toxic masculinity we’re finally at least battling in public these days. The “if I can’t have you, no one can, and I’ll kill anyone who says otherwise and tries to help you” attitude.

Enter Walter, Joanna’s long-suffering husband. When she’s fired -- BECAUSE SHE WAS SHOT AT BY A VIOLENT JILTED MAN, not because she was bad at her job, her career and sanity sacrificed to some random asshole’s incoherent rage -- he quits his (lesser) job at the same company in a grand gesture of solidarity. Of course, they’re both ludicrously loaded (he states later that she’s always made 6 figures more than he could ever dream of, so it’s more like she’s loaded and he’s married to her), so it’s a largely empty gesture that costs him nothing. But it’s presented as oh, so romantic.

They proceed to move away after a short stint in a mental health facility for Joanna, who was understandably traumatized by her entire career and sense of place being yanked out from under her in addition to being shot, and again, Walter is portrayed as the supportive, caring husband, where Joanna is self-absorbed (ie., RECOVERING FROM TRAUMA) and snide to all their new neighbors (who are kind but empty behind their plastic smiles and kinda weird her out and are politely disdainful of her).

Everything about the set-up puts Joanna in the wrong to the point that she, herself, decides she’s a bad woman, a terrible mother and wife, and that she should literally change her entire self to be more like these false-smiled, plastic bimbos who are so objectified by their “drooling nerd” husbands. She even tries to recruit her friends -- Bobbie and Roger, the only two people she can connect with because they’re just as free-thinking and independent as Joanna has always been and were big names in their industries, just like her -- to buy into the Stepford way of life, though it goes so far against their grain that they can’t help but laugh about their attempts to fit in.

And Walter is thrilled. Here, he finally has the doting, stay-at-home wife and mother he always pictured for himself. He describes Stepford to the other men as “it’s like the way life is meant to be”. And, in a man’s mind, it sure is: he’s living the no-work life on his wife’s money, and he’s finally convinced her to be subservient to him. Why wouldn’t he be happy?

Isn’t that what every man wants?

So, with the dream in his hands, why wouldn’t he be insecure when Joanna starts to point out all the craziness around them, all the inconsistencies? Why wouldn’t he realize that she ISN’T really subservient to him? Not really? That she’s only doing so of her own volition and he has no real way to keep her acting that way if she chooses to take the kids and leave, as she’s threatened to when he refuses to listen to her?

This... is when his own toxic masculinity starts to grow.

Because he could have stopped the whole show when Roger was turned into a Stepford husband. He clearly knew what had happened, but he defended the whole thing 100%, arguing with Joanna about stereotyping Roger as a flaming gay instead of letting him be gay his own way, telling her that people change and she was being hysterical and selfish to find fault with Roger’s newfound “happiness”.

And he didn’t lift a finger to stop Bobbie’s transformation, even knowing she and Joanna had become best friends who were clinging to each other even harder with Roger’s sudden off-putting falseness. Even then, he was already planning Joanna’s transformation, as exemplified by the remote control she found in her house.

He’d already bought in. He was already willing to trade Joanna’s humanity for empty-eyed smiles, for sex with a subservient robot who could only praise him even if she felt nothing, for a tidy house and plenty of baked goods (which, may I remind you, Joanna was already doing while she tried so hard to be what he wanted her to be).

Then, when Joanna finally figures out the whole story -- because OF COURSE she did all the hard work to figure out who these poor women really were and what had been done to them -- and confronts him about it, what does he do? Ignore her entirely and start listing his grievances against her with his man friends cheering him on. And all his grievances are simply that she’s better at everything than him.

And she is. She’s a remarkably intelligent, talented, driven woman who had great success until a man tried to kill her and ruined her career, making her doubt herself.

She IS better than him. And that’s what he can’t stand.

That’s what none of them can stand.

And instead of feeling lucky that he got her, that she chose him even despite his obvious mediocrity, he’s furious and petulant and whines, “No! I got to hold your purse!” All the assholes chime in with “yeah, we’re the girl! and we don’t like it!”, etc., with no sense of irony that they’re demanding their wives “be the girl” because that would be okay somehow. Because women are supposed to wait on them hand and foot, raise the children out of sight and out of mind, keep the house spotless, present their perfect bodies for fucking whenever it’s wanted, and be silent and supportive whenever they’re NOT wanted.

So, it comes down to Walter’s big “hero” moment, where Joanna makes a passionate plea to save her humanity and he, at the last moment (and, more notably, out of sight of the other men), decides he can’t do that to her. Can’t turn her into an automated sex toy.

And we’re supposed to cheer.

For this minimal, absolute-least-he-could-do gesture. He just... didn’t erase his wife’s individuality when he had the chance, because he couldn’t look her in the eye and effectively kill her.

So heroic. Such a fucking sacrifice.

In reality, Joanna did all the fucking work, and all while having to convince the man she loved, who supposedly loved her, that she’s a goddamn human being that shouldn’t be turned into a goddamn robot just because he felt insecure about being a mediocre nobody.

She’s the one who had to pretend to be a perfect, subservient robot for who knows how long to fool the whole town until they could get back into the transformation facility to free all the other women. She’s the one who distracted Mike so Walter could get away and sneak into the facility.

He doesn’t even have, like, mad hacking skills. He’s allowed into the secret lab because he’s a man. And even then, he just pushes buttons randomly on the first screen he sees until the file corrupts itself and the programming breaks down. He doesn’t even know he hasn’t KILLED the first woman before he’s slapping at all the screens without rhyme or reason until all the programs stop.

And Joanna, bless her heart, gives him the credit for it. “No, that’s a man,” she says admiringly.

And then she proceeds to save Walter (again, because she’s already saved him from himself) by knocking Mike’s head off and exposing him for the robot he is, revealing the twist that Claire, Mike’s wife, was the actual neurosurgeon mastermind behind the entire plot.

And, lo and behold, her insanity sprung from her husband, the real Mike, cheating on her. From her catching them in the act and being so stressed out from overwork and trying to live up to expectations that she snapped and killed them both.

Of course, the whole plot is undone now -- thanks to Joanna -- and all the men get their house arrest in Stepford, forced to live the roles they forced on their wives (without the loss of their will, of course, so it’s not anywhere near a comparable sentence)... except Walter.

Because he’s supposed to be the hero.

I just....

Don’t get me wrong. I love the movie. It’s entertaining, and it does a masterful job of slipping in the little micro-aggressions that women deal with daily -- my favorite little stiletto through the ribs is when New Roger calls on Joanna at the assembly, but instead of calling her by her name, Joanna Eberhart, he calls her “Mrs. Walter Kresby”, completely erasing her from the address; it’s funny but also infuriating because it’s, again, too true to life -- and it’s just so well done. Stepford looks like a dream and feels like a nightmare, and it is masterful moviemaking.

But it still pisses me off because, for all its feminist edge, for all its warnings about the dangers of toxic masculinity, it still treats Walter as the hero and makes Joanna grateful to him, his doting wife who’s so proud of him.

Walter.

Who, during that last interview, is very distinctly not carrying her purse.

[karkles-does-things]

U want ideas uhm,,,, what where u saying in the tags of that other post abt 'fresh out of the lab simeon'??! ,,, Colour me interested and intruiged kakity i want to knOW,,, whats all that abt huh >:3

WOW THANKS um okie so just to get ideas flowign um. Stream of consciousness snatches of dialogue n description.

Aight coming back up here after I wrote it - none of this stuff is addressed or mentioned in canon lol it's just like, stuff I know about this character. How Simeon became Simeon. In the finished product we won't know he was ever that different from how he is now, but it's a really fun bit of bonus content I've been playing around with

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"Well done, Specimen B."

The creature in question leaped off its vanquished brethren and trotted proudly up to the Doctor, grinning. "Did you see that?" it asked. "Did you see how I did that?"

"I did," said the Eldritch, a touch of amusement in her voice.

"One is powerful, so I knew I could not beat it in a typical fight, so I observed and I waited until the right moment and then-!"

Specimen B whipped around in a mock sneak attack to demonstrate. Its tail almost caught Specimen A in the face.

The larger creature flinched away, then growled. "Watch it!"

"Oh, my a-POL-ogies." Specimen B wasn't fazed in the slightest. It didn't look particularly sorry either, in fact, it looked just a step away from downright smug. "What troubles you, One? Mourning your defeat?"

"Silence."

Specimen B opened its mouth, the glint of a witty retort shining in its eyes, but a low giggle from the Doctor cut them both off.

"Enough of that. You will have more chances to prove yourself, Specimen A. Save this for another time." She turned, beckoning to them with a single spindly finger. "Come now. There is more to be done."

Specimen B shot its counterpart a smug look before starting off after their mistress. If it was aware of the glinting teeth and stifled growl behind it, it didn't pay it any heed.

---

"And I believe that puts me in lead again," said Specimen B, licking Army Man blood off its claws.

"LIES! I slew SEVEN of the creatures."

"And I eight."

Specimen A frowned. It turned and began to count the remaining pieces of bloodstained armor.

"Fascinating. It takes you that long to count to eight?"

Specimen A turned back, growling low.

"It is not that large a sum. Do you require my assistance?"

"Shut your filthy mouth."

"Accept the facts, One," said Specimen B, slipping under the bigger creature and flicking its snout with the tip of its tail. "I have become superior."

"Foolishness," hissed Specimen A. "You will never surpass me. You have no idea of the hundreds I have slain while you were nothing more than a concept."

"Oh, but surpass you I shall," smirked Specimen B. "That you came first is true, but that's merely because you're a prototype. Of me." It sat up proudly, puffing out its chest.

"You're insufferable," growled Specimen A.

Specimen B dropped its posture, batting playfully at the larger construct. "You know you love me."

Specimen A dodged easily and scoffed. "Love is for mortals. Animals and Army Men. I have no sentimentality for you."

"Of course, of course. Naturally," said Specimen B. It was smiling.

---

"Hm. Not particularly useful, are they."

Specimen B lay calm on the examination table as the Doctor tinkered with its limbs. It shrugged to the extent that it could under the circumstances. "I dunno. I like them."

In the corner, waiting it's turn, Specimen A's ears twitched. It lifted its head, watching the Doctor carefully.

The Doctor's hands paused for just a moment. But she resumed moments later, and showed no other reaction. "Specimen B, how many times must I remind you to speak precisely?"

Specimen B groaned in realization, lowering its head.

"I do not like this...vernacular. It's terribly uncouth. Smacks of the Infantry. Are you Infantry, Specimen B?"

"No."

"I made you to be better than that, you know."

"Right, I know, I know. Sorry."

The Doctor gave a disapproving noise.

"I- that is- I apologize, Mistress. I will watch my tongue."

"See that you do," said the Doctor, voice uncharacteristically curt.

Specimen B winced.

The Doctor chuckled fondly, pausing in her work to run a soothing hand over Specimen B's head. "Fret not, little one. All is forgiven." She picked up her tools. "For now."

"Thank you, Mistress."

The Doctor clucked her tongue, examining her construct's limbs. "Now," she said breezily. "You say you like these?"

Specimen B perked up. "Oh, I do, Mistress."

"Fascinating. Care to elaborate?"

Specimen B blinked and shifted a bit on the table, staring off in thought. "Well," it said slowly. "It's true that they aren't large enough or sturdy enough for their intended purpose, but I can still make use of them."

"Such as?"

"I can jump higher and stay in the air longer. If I start from a high place I can glide. And if I expend enough energy I can fly with them! It's simply...not for very long."

"Hm. Be that as it may, my intention for these was sustainable, long-term flight."

"Oh, I'm aware of that," said Specimen B. "It's simply...well, it's important to be able to work with what you have, is it not?"

Tense silence hovered in the lab for a moment. Specimen B seemed unaware of it, but Specimen A was watching intently, eyes flickering back and forth between the two.

"I do not think so," said the Doctor. There was ice in her voice.

Specimen B blinked. "W-well surely-"

"I believe in the improvement of all things. Advancement. Enhancement. I have no tolerance for failure."

Specimen B seemed to shrink with each word. "But- I mean-"

"I dislike watching you flit about with those things. It looks terribly undignified. So large and ungainly, doing everything you can to stay off the ground."

Specimen B blanched. Stifled laughter sounded from the corner.

Specimen B's ear twitched. It turned, teeth bared, to glare at Specimen A.

"Did I not tell you?" snorted Specimen A.

"I am not too- I do not- I am NOT overweight."

Specimen A ignored this, continuing to laugh.

"I am not. I was built like this. I am supposed to look like this." Specimen B turned to look hopefully up at the Doctor. "Isn't that right, Mistress? Tell it, tell it you made me to be this way."

Either the Doctor didn't hear or she chose to ignore this. She finished tinkering with Specimen B's nervous system and stepped away. Her mask was an unequivocal frown.

"...Mistress?"

She gave a curt wave of her hand. "I am finished. Put those things away. I do not wish to look at them anymore."

Specimen B blinked.

Specimen A got up and stretched. "Any time now, little suckling pig."

Specimen B leveled a glare at it and snarled. Shaking itself off, it stretched out its wings and pulled them back into nowhere space.

[devilyn]

meet n greet | kuroo tetsurou

part 2 to your biggest fan.

— alexa, play: come thru by summer walker (ft usher).

You make me wanna come through

Quarter after two

Just to put it down on you

You make me wanna replay

All of those things

That you and me, we do

— synopsis: kuroo finally decides he wants to help you with your onlyfans. | F!READER

— genre: explicit, lots of dirty talk, an aspect of exhibitionism, no actual penetration

— word count: 2.4k

— a/n: happy valentines day lol. if u know me, u didn’t see this. also, this is a repost bc it didn’t show up in the tags so srry if u saw this b4. plz tumblr put it in the tags this time

Kuroo couldn't get your images out of his head. Whenever he glanced at you from the back of the lecture hall, it took all of his willpower to think of anything but the way you came apart just three feet away from his usual seat.

He was going to lose his mind if he didn't talk to you soon. Which is why he was standing outside the dining hall he watched you walk into just a little over half an hour ago. Courage. He needed a lot of it to approach you about this. How would he broach the topic?

"Hey, I've seen you naked, and now all I can think of is bending you over this table and--"

Yeah there was no way.

So instead, he glanced down absentmindedly at his phone and checked his notifications. A text from a groupmate, a notification that his professor put his homework grade in, some mobile game reminder, and a notification that you had just uploaded a new photo.

…?

Just now?

His brain went into autopilot as he tugged his phone closer to him so no passerbys could see what he was about to open.

You really did just post. It was a picture of your legs spread open underneath the dining hall table. You weren’t wearing any panties under your skirt--that was obvious--but you had covered up the sight of your pretty pussy with your other palm.

You had just taken this photo. Kuroo had to conjure up pictures of kittens, puppies, and volleyball tactics to force himself not to pop a boner in public.

The door next to him creaked open, and he quickly hid his phone against his chest so no one could see the screen.

“Kuroo?”

Your voice was familiar. He had dreamed of it calling his name an embarrassing amount of times at this point. But now, he felt like hiding away in shame.

“Y/N,” he greeted dumbly, forcing a smile onto his face. His cheeks were red. Just seconds ago, he was staring at your--

“Are you alright?” you asked worriedly. You stopped right in front of him, raising your hand to place gently on his forehead. “What’re you doing out here? You’re red--did you catch a cold?”

His eyes trailed slowly down from your furrowed brows, your concerned gaze, your tempting lips, until they stopped at the way your skirt was fluttering in the wind. You were so close, he was practically inhaling your scent.

“I..” his composure was slipping. “I was waiting...for you.”

You blinked, clearly surprised. You two weren’t close enough for him to wait for you after lunch...for anything, really. Your confusion was evident on your expression as you slowly tilted your head to the side, waiting for him to continue.

“...I wanted to talk to you,” he exhaled slowly, pulling your hand away from his forehead and holding it firmly in his own. Your brows furrowed further in confusion, and your lips parted to speak before he cut you off.

“You’re not wearing panties, are you?”

That certainly left you speechless. You stared up at him with wide eyes, silent as he gazed down at you.

“...how’d you know?” you finally asked, pressing your thighs together and feeling the heat gather between them now that you've been caught. His gaze trailed down slowly to observe the way you held your skirt down in response to a strong gust of wind that blew by.

“You never struck me as a type to make an OnlyFans, you know,” he murmured quietly, dark eyes finally flickering back up to meet yours. “Not in high school, at least.”

“We all have our secrets, don’t we? You never struck me as the type to buy your high school volleyball club’s manager’s OnlyFans,” you countered.

“Touche,” he grinned, confidence returning. “I was waiting here for you because I have a proposition.”

You quirked a brow.

“I may be able to help with your content,” he murmured, stepping closer and sliding a hand between your legs. You gasped, eyes widening quickly as you placed a hand on his chest. His large palm cupped your bare heat, easily slipping underneath your skirt to press the base of his palm against your clit before pulling away. Your legs trembled from the suddenness of his actions, cheeks heating up quickly as you averted your gaze.

“...why don’t you come over to my apartment so we can discuss that a bit more?” you asked with a shaky voice, and Kuroo’s smirk grew as he swung an arm around your shoulder, tugging you into his side.

“Lead the way then, manager.”

--

You had barely managed to stop Kuroo from pouncing onto you the moment your front door closed behind the two of you. You had over a hundred questions for him. When did he buy your OnlyFans, how did he find it, whether or not any of your mutual friends had seen it, and many more.

But you didn’t have the time. The instant he stepped into your apartment, he was pressing his lips to yours heatedly. You murmured a weak “bed, please--” against his lips before he pulled away and lifted you up into his arms. Your head was spinning, and before you knew it, your back was hitting your mattress and Kuroo was climbing over you.

He hovered over you for a second, gazing down at you--right in front of him. Now, he could see everything. He didn’t have to look at you through a screen, and he wasn’t obstructed by a paywall.

“Let’s start,” he practically purred as he fished his phone from his jeans, tossing it into your palms. “With a few test shots.”

You looked so cute lying beneath him with your hair splayed out around you, your lips parted to ask what he meant. With a quiet chuckle, he tilted your chin up towards him and leaned down to kiss you again. This time, his tongue slipped past your lips and slid up against yours. He poked and prodded at every inch of your mouth, absorbing the way you moaned and wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled against your lips as he pulled back slowly, half-lidded eyes gazing down at your flushed expression and the way you leaned up to try and brush your lips over his once more.

Reluctantly, he pulled back and laughed as you whined softly.

“Test shots?” you asked curiously while he shifted so he was kneeling at the end of your bed.

“Mhm,” he responded simply as he wrapped his arms around your thighs. “You’ll see.”

You let out a loud yelp as he suddenly yanked you towards the edge of the bed. He easily hoisted your thighs up and practically folded you in half. Kuroo spread your legs far apart and pressed your knees towards your shoulders, his firm hands keeping your trembling thighs in place.

“Ah, you look so cute like this,” he mused with a pleased sigh as he lifted himself up so he could lean up and peck your lips. “Take some nice photos for me, ‘kay?”

“Kuroo--”

“Tetsu works just fine,” he grinned as he kneeled on the ground in front of you. Your fingers fumbled to unlock his phone and pull the camera up as he lightly bit down on the edge of your skirt. With his teeth, he slowly tugged your skirt up to expose your bare pussy.

You pressed record just as his breath fanned over your heat. Slowly, he ran the flat of his tongue up your wet slit, flicking his tongue over your clit. Your thighs twitched under his palms as you inhaled sharply. The camera shook slightly in your palms as you captured an image of Kuroo’s skillful tongue running over your clit.

“Tetsu,” you whimpered, and he felt like he might cum in his pants just from the way you said his name. Slowly, he began to swirl his tongue around your sensitive bud as he pulled one hand away from your thighs to press slowly between your folds. Without being able to help it, your hips jolted forward and a weak whine left your parted lips as his index and middle finger started to spread your tight walls open.

“Tetsu--please--” you gasped as your free hand grasped his hair, tugging at him lightly to press your dripping pussy harder against his tongue. The former captain merely smirked and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking slowly.

Your grip on his hair tightened, and your back arched off the bed as you moaned. Kuroo was surprised you were even still holding onto his phone, capturing the way he made you fall apart on his tongue. Finally, he pulled back and stood so he could watch the way your chest rose and fell quickly, your wet cunt dripping all over your sheets. He licked his lips, savoring the way you tasted on his tongue.

“C’mere, baby girl,” he purred as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. You accepted him openly, moaning into his mouth and nipping lightly at his lower lip once the two of you part for air.

“You wanna feel my cock?” he asked quietly as he trailed kisses slowly down to your neck. He pulled back just far enough so he could pull his fingers from your tight cunt and press them to your lips. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, holding his hand in place as your tongue slipped between his index and middle finger to savor every drop of your wetness he’d offered you.

Kuroo watched in awe as you pressed a soft kiss to his palm, murmuring a quiet ‘yes, please’ against his skin.

His cock felt painfully hard in his jeans. His phone was long discarded on your sheets, but he still reached for it and placed it back into your hands. You whined as a protest, but he gently pecked your lips with a small smirk.

“Be a good girl and take pictures for your fans, alright?” his hand gripped your chin, pulling your gaze up to his dark one. “Show them who you belong to.”

Obediently, you nodded and watched as Kuroo finally unzipped his jeans, and pulled his erect cock from his boxers. You trained the camera on the way he positioned himself easily between your thighs, your free hand reaching up to cup his cheek as he leaned down to kiss you deeply.

“Such a good girl, your pussy nice and creamy all over my cock,” he growled as he slowly started to grind himself against your wet cunt. He slipped the base of his shaft between your folds, sliding himself up and down your lower lips. Each time the tip of his length thrusted up against your clit, your hips jolted into him.

“So wet for me, aren’t you?” He praised as his pace started to quicken. You could feel how hard he was against you. Every twitch and throb of his cock against your heat had you closer and closer to cumming all over him.

“Tetsu,” you managed to whimper out between breathy moans. “Can you cum for me?”

He laughed breathlessly, leaning down to capture your lips in a messy kiss. Pulling back, he whispered softly, “That’s my line, baby girl.”

Seconds later, he was burying his face into the crook of your neck as his hands gripped your sheets firmly. His hips spasmed as his rhythm became sporadic, and his thrusts started to become frantic and needy. Soon, as you moaned out words of encouragement, he groaned loudly and came to the sound of you calling his name. His cock twitched and shuddered as he came all over your bare pussy.

At the same time, your legs shook and trembled as his hot cock grinded against your sensitive clit. You came while crying out his name, thighs shaking around him as he continues to slowly rub his length up and down your folds.

Kuroo pulled away from your neck to admire his work. His cock slid along your twitching cunt, covered in his cum. With a proud grin, he took two fingers and smeared his cum all over your bare pussy. You whined softly, the feeling of overstimulation causing you to close your thighs tight around his wrist before trying to squirm away.

He laughed softly as you tried to catch your breath. He hurried to your bathroom to grab a towel to clean up the mess. When he came back, you were laying in the same spot with your legs hanging off the bed, scrolling through the pictures you had managed to take.

“How’d they turn out?” He asked curiously while gently wiping his load off your heat. Your hips twitched as you lifted your head to smile brightly at him.

“Should I split the profit with you?” you teased just as he tossed the towel to the side and helped you lay properly in bed.

“That’d be ideal, I was the other model, after all,” he snickered and leaned over so he could look through the photos again.

“Think I’m gonna make this one the public one,” you stopped at a picture of your fingers threaded through his messy black hair, his face buried in your cunt.

“Yeah?” He crawled on top of you with a smirk. You laughed as he slipped himself between your arms, cuddling up against you and burying his face in your chest.

“Mhm. But I think I’m saving this one as a special message for those who pay a little extra. What do you think?”

He looked up, following your gaze to the image on his phone screen.

The picture was one of him standing between your spread thighs, his cock pressed right up against your wet pussy, taken right after he came and covered you with his thick cum. The sight made his cock twitch and harden quickly against your thigh.

Your eyes widened as you turned your gaze to him before you sat up slightly.

“Tetsu, you’re already--?!”

He grinned and pressed a soft kiss against your neck as he swat his phone out of your hand. Lacing his fingers with yours, he flipped himself over so he could hover above you. Leaning down, he pecked your lips and laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“Wanna go another round?”

[koutaroulogy]

growing up . kuroo t.

genre: angst, unrequited love

warnings: paen <3 also includes details about the movie 'roman holiday'. i recommend you watch it if you're up for a romcom flick.

details: pining and growing, the realization that you can fall out of love just as easily as you can fall in love too hits you when you're all grown up.

note: for best experience, listen to grow as we go by ben platt.

word count: edited, 300 or so- i meesed up the word count fck-

mayday masterlist

kuroo often remembers your last conversation like it was a phonograph droning through his head.

"how long does this usually take?"

"seven minutes- more or less."

he watched your fingers slip through the pre-made loopholes of hair, watching it twirl around intertwined strands that were rooted to the scalp of your head.

"you're damn fast at braiding too. you're quick at everything except submitting your assignments and tests."

"a habit i got since kindergarten," you shrugged, continuing to twist your hair like a weaver moving the strands of a loom, "and i'm not slow. you're just naturally faster at shit like that. "

"you miss homeroom a lot. i had to cover for your sorry ass all the time," he snickered when you gave him a dirty look and threw the hairbrush at him with your free hand. you looked at him with the same familiar pout he had seen on you ever since you were small children.

"do you really not mind waiting for me, tetsu?"

"nope. but you still gotta hurry up, slowpoke," i wouldn't mind, even if you had me wait for a hundred years.

"i hate you," you grumbled. he laughed and gazed at you with soft, tender eyes similar to what joe bradley and princess ann would give each other when they were together.

but he was not gregory peck, and you weren't audrey hepburn. you were just young people fresh out of college; immediately thrown into the crazy wild, wild world. you weren't lovers like the crown princess and the reporter who zipped through traffic on their vespa scooter. you were both childhood friends on the cusp of adulthood and turnabouts in making big decisions.

"you know- i've already decided where i would go in the next spring."

"where are you going?"

tetsuroo ultimately decided that decisions were troublesome.

"i'm going to america."

and who was he kidding?

"oh. that's far."

"no shit, sherlock," you guffawed and picked at the rubber bands littering your white tee printed with tacky statements like 'MOOSE ARE NOT MEESE' or 'NO LITTERING ALLOWED'.

"so when are you moving?"

"the day after tomorrow."

he offers you a playfully hurt look although his nails dug itself into his palms.

"how could you tell me this late?" the raven-haired male complained, throwing one of the pillows in your face.

"got busy. you know how college is. i'm not as nerdy as you are, mister-i-graduated-earlier-than-you," your voice came out muffled and became clearer as you took the pillow off your face only to throw it at him again.

you faced your ceiling and tetsuroo followed your gaze towards the plastic stars stuck above you.

"it's time for me to move on with life. so should you,"

"you mean just you. i'll be stuck here in tokyo so i can keep chasing all the good ones for the volleyball teams playing next season."

you grinned at him and he stared back.

if this little world; this barren soil in which you took up kingdom; this lithe space you made in the crevices of his chest would stay- then he'd have no other reason for wanting to stay behind you and watch while you're off to soar to new heights.

your expression turned sentimental.

"it's time to grow up now, testu."

birds were meant to be let out so they can be free to spread their wings and fly. whenever they felt like they needed sanctuary and homes, they'd approach the trees providing shade and branches to rest on.

but birds flew and they had wings. trees don't. they stay true to their roots and ever so slightly wave their branches. this cycle, it all connects.

just like a bird, you were meant to spread your wings to america. just like a tree tetsuroo stays rooted to the ground waiting for you.

trees may have not have the ability to reach the clouds like birds can, but they can grow.

but kuroo was a stubborn root. a provocative young man who loathed decisions and loved his childhood friend so much that he waited, and he kept waiting.

'wasn't he perfect for someone else?' he thinks oftentimes, and his heart wavers.

and suddenly he remembered your crazy widespread grin that made you look like someone plotting to commit arson and those tacky little I ♡ NATURE tees you'd wear to sleep because you'd claim them to be of upmost comfort.

no, kuroo lets a small sigh slip through his lips.

he wouldn't exchange them for anything else.

as the lanky young man watched you board the airplane, you turn back, see him through the windows and waved. he waves back.

he figures he has to let go of you now.

feelings can only linger; they hover over your heart like a big slow blimp in the sky disappearing from your point of view- but this friendship, this relationship made of childhood moments, teenage dreams and young adult romances will always stay.

'i hope you'll look back and smile at me like you always do because everytime, everyday, i love you.'

but the love that was made of you and him were not forever.

kuroo guessed it was time for him to grow up too.

[lunafaeris-archive]

From the threshold she watched him go, Inumuta's disclosure was fresh on the mind... but other things seemed to be taking up the whole of her cavity. Causing her to send a sharpened glare to one side, as if something was distinctly nagging her this whole time...

As soon as the Intelligence elite was beyond eyesight and earshot, did she duck back into the room. Leaving no room for escape when she fished out someone who, perhaps purely circumstantially, had been eavesdropping on their earlier (extremly) confidential deliberation. Of conquest... of treachery... nothing no one with a brain didn't already suspect from Satsuki Kiryuin.

But that didn't mean just anyone could get away with learning of her plans. Not anyone... but...

"Luna Basquerville."

Name alone have been enough to save her from a thorough pummeling, but it did not stop the Prime Minister from pinning her into the nearest wall. Flanking the adviser with her arms and locking her in place.

"Quite the predicament you've found yourself in today." Her head cants to one side, but her eyes remain locked onto hers. Any passerby may have found these two engaged in something intimate. Maybe they wouldn't be 100% wrong. "Tch. 'We' seems the better term to use here... as I've yet to come up with a proper solution to ensure that you forget what you just heard."

She leans in. "How loose are your lips, I wonder?"

[ kabedon ask for luna :) ]

          “ I could be asking you the same thing. Not the wisest move to be discussing intimate details of your uprising within Central Command. ” Aside from the sheer nerve of Satsuki pinning her against the wall, it did little to garner any sort of worthwhile reaction out of her, narrowing her eyes as she looked down at Satsuki like a lioness vehemently sizing up a fellow member of her pride. It all fairness, it was Satsuki in this instance who had egg on her face; neither she nor her advisor thought to even check the room where they were meeting in secret. It was just her stroke of bad luck that Luna was there before they arrived, standing behind an aisle of filing cabinets while sifting through documents that were dated from over one hundred years ago.

          Once they entered, she knew that it was in her best interest to lay low and stay quiet. Quietly slipping into the shadows at her back, making nary a sound that would alert them to her presence... it was only when her subordinate made his exit that she re-emerged, stepping out from the blackened void with wisps of mist and shadow rolling off her shoulders and the tail ends of her coat. Of course, Satsuki was no ordinary woman and caught onto her almost immediately. Not that she minded; it’s not like she was intent on using any of that information against them. They were human solutions to human problems, let them scurry around like rats for all she cared.

          But at the same time, Satsuki was right to be overly cautious, especially considering what just happened. Luna could have easily thrown her full body weight across the room with a flick of her wrist, but unlike most humans she had grown to respect Satsuki, along with her ambitions and ideals. With that in mind, she merely craned her neck to the side and smiled, something sweet yet insidious, waiting to see if Satsuki would make good on her threat.

          “ Do not take me for a simpleton, Lady Satsuki. I don’t forget anything. But far be it from me to go around spreading secrets. I wouldn’t have the trust of my extensive clientele if I shared every nasty and despicable thing they’ve ever done. For now, just think of me as another of your sworn confidants if that makes you feel any better. ”

@kiryuiegerin

[slashersrus]

Loki x Reader - She Wolf

A/N - This is a crossover with The Originals but it's pretty self explanatory so you don't need to have seen the show.

A lone wolf, forgotten and abandoned, ran through the trees, leaping over fallen logs and dodging branches. This wolf, so alone and broken, was no normal wolf. This she-wolf was so much more.

Her name was Y/N Mikaelson.

When Loki arrived on Earth, having been away from it for 1000 years, he knew it would be different to what it was and she would not be there, yet his heart still ached. Leading the attack on New York was almost therapeutic for him, to destroy the beautiful city that his beloved could never lay eyes on, out of bitter resentment. Going back to Asgard, being torn away from her resting place, he didn't argue. He saw no point in arguing, no mortal could live 1000 years and survive. He had said he would return, she had said she would wait forever. The bitter thought of her waiting her entire life for him to come back, only to die alone tormented him daily, he knew logically it wasn't his fault and yet he still took the blame. Her love had left his heart empty, the guilt could help replace the sour emptiness.

Running through the woods, her messy hair hit her face as she spun giddily, her arms spread as she danced in the freshly fallen leaves. He stood watching with a wide smile, a genuine smile, as he leaned against a nearby tree.

"You're going to make yourself dizzy, Darling." Loki spoke gently, an air of humour in his voice as he watched.

"No I'm not!" Y/N giggled, spinning faster as he shook his head amusement, "see! Perfectly not dizzy!"

"Perfectly not dizzy?" Loki laughed, the mocking gentle and kind unlike his usual harsh behaviour to his brother.

She hummed in agreement unconvincingly, her eyes shut as she stopped spinning, clearly wobbling on her feet. He raised an eyebrow at her, moving from the tree just in time to catch her as the dizziness took over and she fell into his waiting arms. Scooping her up bridal style, he grinned down at her as he began the walk back to her village.

Loki raked his hand through his hair, trying to block out the memories that assaulted him as he watched his adopted brother talk to his team mates. Memories of Y/N never left him, always reminding him of what he had lost. Flicking his eyes up to see the group in front of him, a weary sigh fell from his chapped lips as he watched them discuss and strategise for the next mission. He didn't feel remorse for his actions, he couldn't when his bitter resentment still resided in his heart, but he did feel guilt that lives had been lost and so joining the Avengers helped to right his wrongs, Thor called it 'redemption'.  He didn't want redemption, he only wanted her.

Klaus Mikaelson walked through the forest, his eyes keen and ears alert as the bushes rustled and wildlife fled. He was in her territory , her terrain, the she-wolf. With practiced, slow movements he continued to walk. He didn't bother searching, she would find him.

A beautiful, white wolf stepped out from the bushes, her fur a shocking contrast to her burning golden eyes. Stepping closer to him, she lowered her head to show she meant no harm, he was pack.

"Hello, love."

"Loki!" Tears stained her red cheeks, her dress had multiple cuts and gashes, the fabric torn beyond repair. Blood red clung to the bottom of the dress, leaving a crimson trail behind her as she ran towards him.

"Y/N? Y/N! What happened?" As soon as he saw her, the state she was in, he dropped the book he was reading and dashed towards her. Catching her as she collapsed in despair, he shushed her and he gently stroked her tangled hair. Sobbing, she buried her head into his green tunic as he held her close.

"I-I killed him! I didn't mean to! I j-just he was..I-"  her voice was muffled by his chest, her words barely legible through her hiccuping and stuttering.

"It's alright darling, shh." Loki shushed her softly, his voice low and calming as he rubbed her back in comfort.

"I triggered it." She barely managed to get those words out, but he knew exactly what she meant. Her curse, the werewolf genes, she had triggered it by murdering someone and by doing so would become the monster she feared. The wolf.

"I'll be here, I can help." A frown was clear on his face as he felt pity towards her, it wasn't her fault that she had these genes.

Every full moon since they had met, she would curl up to his side and whimper as the wolves howled and snarled. Her father, Niklaus Mikaelson had been a werewolf before his vampirism, meaning she had the genes within her and had always know it was a possibility. The thought of losing her humanity terrified her and in that moment, Loki promised her that he would never let that happen.

"Loki? Loki, are you even listening?" Stark sighed in annoyance at the sight of Loki sat gazing out of the window, his eyes glazed over as he remembered the past, "Thor, I think your brother is broken."

"Brother?" Thor frowned, watching the far away look in Loki's eyes as he shook his shoulder, a bit too roughly.

"What?" Snapping out of his own head, Loki glared at the Avengers around him, all staring at him.

"We asked if you had any information that could help on this mission. We've never encountered anyone with these abilities before." Steve spoke up when Tony narrowed his eyes at the God.

Looking to him expectantly, Loki raised an eyebrow, "well?"

Seeing the picture on the big screen, Loki felt his heart stop. The others were speaking again, but he didn't care, his focus solely on the man in the photo, impossible.

"This man, he's been in hundreds of photos dating back centuries, he's not human. We can link him to multiple mass murders, death seems to follow him. Most recently seen in Mystic falls and New Orleans."

"Brother, is that?" Thor trailed off, his eyes wide in shock.

"Niklaus."

Only one thought ran through Loki's head; if he was alive, could Y/N be?

"We must leave, SHIELD have already caught wind that we are residing here, we all know of your reputation with them." Elijah Mikaelson, clad in his familiar suit, stood over looking the bustling streets of New Orleans.

"We are not running from those humans, have some self respect Elijah." Klaus chuckled, shaking his head at his brother as he took of sip of his bourbon.

"If they involve the Avengers, we will no doubt get press. Do you really want paparazzi stalking you, brother dear?" Elijah didn't turn to look at Klaus as he spoke, leaning against the railing of the balcony.

"Ah the Avengers! Worlds mightiest heroes!" Klaus raised his glass in mock toast, "oh how scary."

"This is serious Niklaus." Rebekah spoke from her spot on the luxury sofa, rolling her eyes at her brothers mocking tone.

"I know, but it always fun to annoy stuck up Elijah." Klaus smirked, finishing his drink before speaking again, "you saw the news, what happened in New York, Loki. If he's here on Earth, then by all means let him come to us, I can finally murder him for abandoning my daughter."

Loki stood in the dense forest outside of the village with Niklaus, watching as Y/N completed her first transformation into a werewolf. He hated to see her in pain during the transformation , but he knew there was nothing he could do about it.

Where Y/N once stood, now stood a magnificent white wolf, eyes like the finest of gold. She was beautiful.

Once seeng her through the transformation, Niklaus smiled proud before leaving the pair alone. She whined slightly, moving unsteady on her new paws as she walked towards Loki and brushed up against his leg. Loki smiled, rubbing her head before stepping away. Hearing her whine again, he quickly reassured her by using his magic to take the form of a midnight black wolf.

The white wolf yipped happily, bumping her snout into the black wolf who seemed to be smirking before turning and running off into the trees. Loki followed after her immediately, he said he would be there for her, and he would, even if it meant taking the form of a wolf. This way, he could make sure her wolf mind didn't hurt anyone, he vowed to not let her lose her humanity.

Loki stood on top of a building in New Orleans, scanning the crowd for enemies as the Avengers dispersed into the parade to find the people they were looking for, their mission, the Mikaelsons. It was no surprise to him that Thor had easily told them about the family and their connection to the Asgardians, this meant he had to find them first. He needed answers. Was she alive?

Hearing footsteps behind him, he spun to come face to face with an angry Klaus Mikaelson. He was shocked, he knew of their vampirism, but he never expected them to survive so long.

"Is she alive?" He didn't bother with manners, instead asking the question that had been eating him alive.

Klaus snarled, his eyes burning golden and his fangs coming out as his anger grew, "I've been waiting for you to show your lying face again, it will be a relief to finally kill you."

Loki's eyes widened, ducking as Klaus swiped at him before moving backwards with his hands up in surrender, "what?"

"You left and it destroyed her." Klaus spat with venom, using his supernatural speed to rush at Loki, grabbing his neck in a grip which would kill a human.

"I didn't have a choice!" Loki gasped, the grip surprising tight, so tight even he couldn't break out with his Asgardian strength.

"Niklaus, put him down." Elijah spoke from behind them, a quick rush of wind being the only thing to announce his arrival.

"Why should I?" Klaus tightened his grip, watching with sick pleasure as Loki fought to break free. Once upon of times, they were friends, but his fatherly insist to protect his daughter beat friendship.

"She would not want you to." Klaus froze, his grip loosening as Elijah spoke calmly, "do not be the one to take him from her again."

A growl rose from his chest before he dropped Loki, letting him breathe. Loki didn't bother retaliating, he believed he deserved it for leaving her.

"Odin made sure I could never return," loki coughed once, rubbing his throat as he stood up straighter, "please, I need to see her. Is she alive?"

"Her life is tied to mine, so long as I breathe so does she, so I would call of the little Avengers search party if I was you."Klaus backed away as he spoke, allowing Elijah to walk closer.

"If memory serves, you have magic." Elijah spoke, drawing Loki's attention, "she could really use it."

"Y/N Mikaelson, will you marry me?" Loki was knelt on the ground, his hands clasped around hers.

"Yes!" Y/N squealed in delight, hugging Loki close as he smiled, "oh my gods yes!"

"What's wrong with her?" Loki spoke with urgency, his eyes panicked as he took in Elijah's words.

"It would seem even from the dead our mother continues to haunt us." Elijah's voice was calm, collected as usual, hiding the true anger he felt.

"The witch cursed her." Klaus spat at Loki's confused face, "linked her to me, granted her immortality and permanent trapped her as an animal."

"What?" Loki's voice was quiet, disbelief in his tone as he realised what Klaus meant.

"She is stuck in her wolf form, we have tried countless witches and none can break my mothers spell. I hope your magic may be able to break the curse given you are not from here." Elijah started to walk away, Klaus and a shell shocked Loki following him.

"How long?" The sentence was nothing but a broken whisper as Loki clenched his fist, he wasn't there to protect her.

Seeing the glance Elijah and Klaus exchanged, his worry grew, "How long?!"

"A thousand years, give or take."

"I must return home, I intend to tell my mother about you. Thor, the giant oaf, has already met you but I would love for my mother to meet my fiancé." Loki spoke softly, they lay curled up in the darkened, peaceful room.

"Will you be long?" A frown graced her blissful features, tilting her head to gaze up at him from her place laying on his chest.

"No more than a day my love, I promise." He cupped her cheeks, placing a gentle kiss on her lips as he made the promise.

Klaus and Loki walked through the forest in tense silence, sadness seemed to penetrate their beings. They stopped at a clearing, at which point Klaus silently nodded and walked away. Standing in the centre, Loki called out her name, his eyes flashing around him frantically.

Hearing movement, hope blossomed in his chest. Turning to the bush that the sound had come from, he slowly kneeled down on the grassy floor and called out to her again. Seeing her white snout peer through the bushes, he had to stop the tears from flowing out. He lost the internal battle as she stepped out of the bushes, the tears flowing freely as he smiled at her, she was alive.

She sniffed the air a couple times, hesitant as she carefully walked towards his crouched form. She stopped a couple feet away from him, her head titled to the side in confusion. To her animalistic brain, he smelled like pack, he smelled like her mate, like Loki. Seeing the hesitation and confusion, Loki very slowly raised a hand towards her snout, stopping inches from touching her and letting her cautiously sniff his hand before nudging into it with a low whine.

"It's okay." A grin broke out onto his face, no matter the circumstances or the past, she was here in front of him and alive and that's all that mattered.

She let him wrap his arms around her wolf body, his hold gentle as he buried his face into her fur and cried.

It was much later when they broke apart, both content with the contact. She was sat on the ground, rubbing her head against his side lovingly as he stroked her fur. 

"I promise, I'll free you." Loki spoke softly, the forest dead silent as the lovers reunited for the first time in one thousand years, "I'll give you your humanity back."

He made a promise, and he intend to keep it. He would free her, no matter what.

[archangeltwins]

Title: Red Flame, Gold Halo

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Fandom: Dominion

Rating/Warning: Teen/Mature

Summary: With his human injured, wound festering, and running out of time, Gabriel barely had a moment of peace before an intruder appeared! It's revealed that they're Archangel Uriel, his little sister and rumored consort of Queen Arika of Helena! Can Gabriel worm his way out?

Lightning strikes the ground around them. Inky, amorphous silhouettes frame both figures. Four wing-shadows spread above those at their shoulders, heads taking the shape of beasts crowned by incadescent rings. Waves of heat ebb and flow from within, like they'd swallowed fragments of the sun. There are eyes, too. Cloudy and red-rimmed, all manner of colors. Hundreds, possibly thousands running along every visible limb. Rolling wildly in their sockets to follow each other's movements.

And then the flash dissipates, droplets pelting their earthly vessels. If any wandering mortal had gazed upon their true forms then, they'd instantly vaporize.

"Brother," Uriel purrs. She spreads both hands, palms facing out to show she's unarmed. The foldable weapon she carries has fallen to the wayside, streaked with filth. There's an impression in the sand where he'd pinned her, surroundings barren of scrub vegetation. "You've been avoiding Raphael and I."

"If you'd contacted me before this, I wouldn't have ruined your dress," Gabriel counters, pulling her to her feet as he slides his sword into its sheath. He blinks against the rain, watching her, his arms folding across his chest. "And I've no time for you to feed me any of Michael's drivel—"

"What makes you assume I would?" Uriel spares her older brother a dispassionate look as she circles him, her meandering gait reminding him of a predator about to strike.

"You've always been a scheming serpent, little sister," he bit back. "Playing the rich and powerful, only to plunge daggers into their backs in the end."

"Clever boy, aren't you? Since Vega has been cleansed, I thought you'd be rejoicing—"

"You must have me confused with some other angel. And it's been massacred."

"What?"

"This wasn't a cleansing. It was a veritable bloodbath. A repeat of babylon's plight. Do not think I've forgotten our history so easily."

Drawing slender fingers along her blade, she effortlessly flicked away particles of gritty sand. "I'd hoped you'd moved on. Unfortunately, I see you've still got loose ends."

Gabriel visibly bristled, a raw nerve struck. "No. They aren't a 'loose end', as you so eloquently put."

"Then tell me, what good comes from clinging to a dying human when the world's gone to hell in a handbasket?" She asked, bemused.

[leeferal]

Fic Ahoy! @pretttydemonboy

This turned out so much longer than I expected lmao.

"I miss wrestling," Gruff says while reorganizing some things in his pack to make space for some more. He knows there's space. He just has to find it...

Racquel huffs out a laugh as ze goes over zir bow again, checking for loose springs or fraying strings or whatever it takes to keep the overly complicated thing in good working order. Gruff doesn't know. He just hits things until they stay down. It's not a real fight if you're a hundred feet away from the thing you're killing - at least in his opinion.

"You've never even seen a real wrestling match," Racquel says with a teasing quirk to zir hips.

In response Gruff picks up a small pebble off the ground next to his bag and throws it at zir head. It's batted away easily. "Wanna bet? Moryn has some tapes of matches from Before. There! Finally I've got them in, lets get going," Gruff says while standing up and slinging his overlarge pack onto his back.

"Back to camp?" Racquels head is swivelling back and forth even more than before now that they're about to start moving. Gruff nods and picks up the sledgehammer sitting next to where he'd been crouched. It's got blood on it. He should clean it once they get back... maybe.

Cassa might not let him bring it in the house if he doesn't though. She's picky like that.

Demjin slinks out of the shadows ahead of them, all lithe grace and sharp teeth and massive rolling muscles and Gruff nearly takes a swing at the damn cat appearing beside him but pulls back at the last second. Not for the first time he wishes that Racquel would just let him kill it. Demjin is nearly as big as Gruff is and would feed the entire camp for a few days easily.

The last time he'd suggested it ze had shot Gruff in the leg with an arrow, though. He'd been stuck in bed for two months letting it heal - Racquel had thoughtfully left Demjin behind on zir outings to keep him company.

With a flick of her tail Demjin rubs up against Racquel's side, head bobbins to force her master into petting her head. Ze obliges easily and quickly. Demjin's tail shivers in pleasure with the contact before rumbling out a low "Mrrrrr," and disappearing back into the shadows.

Burgers and steaks and heavy meat pies. The thought makes Gruffs mouth start watering and his stomach rumble in hungry want. But no ... Demjin is Racquel's pet.

They move through torn apart buildings and along long abandoned streets and after hours of walking. Hours of watching for Raider gangs. Hours of Racquel picking off animals the size of Gruff's leg and strapping it to one of their packs - usually his at his insistance, ze isn't nearly as strong as him ... they finally get home.

West Haven.

The guards at the entrance recognize them immediately and so open the doors to let them through without a fight. Only one person tries to sneak in alongside Gruff and Racquel and gets shot in the face for their trouble. The explosion of blood makes Gruff grin with a wicked pleasure that he's glad can't be seen by Racquel from behind his gas mask since ze tends to tell him off for taking pleasure at seeing the deaths of others.

When the body hits the floor Gruff growls and hefts his sledgehammer up menacingly while stalking forward and grabbing a leg. Dragging it into the locks. No need for the supplies to be wasted after all, and bodies make for okay compost. At least that's what Gruff figures since the Diggers are always after the inedible bits of the carcasses that the Hunters and Scavengers bring in.

No one's ever told him not to drag dead bodies into the locks after being shot by the guards at least so Gruff figures he's doing something right.

It takes ten minutes for the two sets of doors in the locks to cycle from the outer set being open to the inner set opening up. Gruff asked once if that wasn't dangerous. No way out in an emergency. He had even managed to track down one of the Builders to ask and had gotten a very long explanation that had gone entirely over his head about procedures and safeties and quarantines and other words he couldn't even spell let alone know the meaning of. He'd left that particular conversation with more questions than he started it with and a splitting headache.

Gruff sits down against one of the walls with Racquel next to him as they wait for the locks to cycle. Ze leans against his side, Demjin sprawled over zir lap and rumbling happily at the position as Racquel rubs circles into her fur without even thinking. He lifts an arm and pulls zir closer against him, his head leaning back against the wall to rest. Just rest.

They've been out in the wastes for a week. They're finally truly safe. They deserve to take the rest offered. Even short lived as the rest is it's appreciated.

Entirely too short lived. It seems like seconds later that a foot is kicking the bottom of Gruffs boot to wake him up, the guard on duty smiling kindly at the two of them. "Drop your stuff and get in bed before the Mayor finds out you're back late."

"How late?" Racquel asks while trying to push a resisting Demjin off zir lap so ze can stand up.

"Five and a half notches," the guard says with a pitying wince. No one wants to deal with the Mayor when she's angry and getting back late is an easy way to piss her off. She doesn't like worrying.

Gruff stands up using the wall to leverage himself. Now that he's finally started to rest he's feeling the little aches and pains that he'd been ignoring. Soon. Soon he'll be able to lay down and sleep for as long as he wants. Not soon enough ... but soon.

The guard helps Gruff pick his pack (that's as big as the guard is, the top of the mans head barely reaching the middle of Gruffs chest) back up. Together it gets slung up onto Gruffs back with a groan that's barely concealed from Racquel, zir attention on getting Demjin to stop lazing around on the ground.

Just as Gruff gets closer and is about to suggest leaving her for the next group through to turn into tomorrow's lunch Demjin jumps up onto her feet and trots through the inner gates at Racquels side. Demjin's tail is held high in the air primly. Not for the first time Gruff wonders just how smart the cat is. Does she know that he's tried to get permission to have her chopped up into stew?

The building that the Distributors work out of is, thankfully, directly across from the inner gates. All the supplies that comes into West Haven go through the Distributors. Everything is counted. Everything is put where it's needed the most. It's the same in North Haven and Central Haven and people not born in one of the cities only make the mistake of trying to keep supplies for themselves once.

Mostly because if they try it a second time they're kicked back out again.

Gruff's gotten to be there a few times to help kick people out. It's fun.

The Distributors are waiting at the ready when Racquel and Gruff walk through their door. It's an organized storm of chaos that descends upon the two of them before either of them even start pulling off their packs. The both of them are surrounded as soon as they're in the large one-room building, pulling the things strapped to the outside of Gruff and Racquels bags off with a practised ease and dexterous fingers. The bags themselves don't even touch the floor once they're off their backs. The Distributors haul them immediately to tables to separate into piles and then further into smaller divisions and groups that make sense to them and no one else.

Doesn't need to, though.

With a tired sigh Gruff follows Racquel and Demjin out the door. The three of them walk in silence through the streets and up the three flights of stairs that it takes to get to their home. More than a few people wave to them on the way, a few even call out a greeting, but none try to stop them. Everyone knows not to bother people who have just returned from an Outing, especially a longer one like Gruff and Racquel tend to do.

The door unlocks and opens without any trouble, well maintained by the Builders like the rest of West Haven. As soon as they're all inside all that Gruff wants to do is drop all of his things on the floor where he stands and go straight to bed.

He can't, though. It's a guaranteed way to lose his job as a Scavenger. Everything in its place.

His mask gets hung on its hook, his sledgehammer hung underneath it on the pegs drilled into the wall, his outerwear hanging limply off the hook to hide the two more important pieces just in case. His boots sitting on the floor underneath everything else. Racquels things in a similar configuration sit beside his.

Neither of them need to talk as they move through their shared space. One large area separated into two with screens, the more public main area from the private sleeping area where their beds are hung. Both spaces are filled with things bits and pieces they've collected and built and been given through their lives. It's nothing special, but it's theirs and that's the most important thing to either of them.

Gruff climbs up into his hammock with a happily relieved sigh, his heavy eyes almost immediately closing without his say. He hears Racquel climbing up into zir bed across the sleeping area, Demjin carefully climbing up on top of her master with a soft groaning laugh.

"Hope you don't need to piss," Gruff mumbles, unsure how clear it is.

It doesn't really matter though. He's asleep before he can hear any reply.

(He awakens some time later, the world still dark outside the window, to a scaled hand running over his head and scaled lips pressing against his forehead. Gruff blinks awake to see Cassa standing next to him with a small relieved smile quirking her lips.

"Mmm?" Gruff mumbles, still too asleep to be any more coherent.

"Go back to sleep," Cassa hums quietly, "We'll talk when you wake up,"

"Uhhunh..." Gruff nods, his eyes falling closed again as Cassa turns to check on a still sleeping Racquel and Demjin.)

A thing for a thing @pretttydemonboy and I have been talking about all morning.

Post-Apocalyptic wasteland version of our D&D characters.

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anything else about maspar cuz i've really missed them??

   friend,  i could rant about maspar forever.  have this little  GROSSLY  CUTE moment between them,  in their hot tub last week.    ( under a readmore cause it’s kinda long. )

caspar: he grins into the kiss, then follows him into the tub. he settles in then reaches to pull magnus into his lap, sort of, considering he was partially floating. he kisses along the nape of his neck. " i love you. " he hums.

magnus: he got onto his lap as best as he could, arms wrapping around his husband's neck, smiling happily as he practically purred at the kisses placed along his skin. " mmm. i love you too. "

caspar: he drags his tongue up his neck then pulls away and looks at him. his eyes veil over his husband's face, taking in his features. " when did you start wearing make up? " he asks as one hand lifts and sweeps along his cheek in attempt to wash away the faist blush. but waterproof, of course and nothing really happens. he swears, magnus wore makeup only he could remove.

magnus: magnus laughed a bit, shaking his head. " you hate when i wear makeup around the house, don't you? just feels natural for me to put it on, " he said, smirking when he knew his makeup didn't even wash away. magnus might have some say in when his makeup came off. leaning in, he lazily nipped at his husband's lips.

caspar: " i----  don't hate it. " he says, thought his voice seems a little too high to be entirely convincing. " i don't hate it, it makes you happy. i just... like it better when you're not wearing it. " he says with pursed lips. he hums and kisses his lips more. " you didn't answer me though. "

magnus: a soft smile as he pulled back, he tilted his head to the side. " i put it on in my office, just wanted to have it on. it's still a habit sometimes, sometimes, but i know you like how i look more without it, " so not being upset at all nor caring that cas ever saw him without makeup, a flick of his wrist and a washcloth appeared that he held out to his husband. " wipe it off? "

caspar: he tilts his head, eyes still scrolling over his husband's face curiously at all the artificial colours that glistened on his skin and lashes. he looks at the wash cloth. "... that will actually get it off? cause i tried that when you put it on me and it didn't do anything. " he takes the cloth from magnus anyway. " or does this have some like.. special soap? "

magnus: he laughed a bit, nodding. " it has makeup remover on it. soap and water don't usually work, " he said honestly, fingers lazily roaming along his husband's chest, over the tattoo.

caspar: he smiles softly and starts to gently wipe the cloth over his face, watching colours transfer from his skin to the cloth. " and i didn't mean like, today, when i asked when you started wearing it. " he tells him. " i meant like, in general. close your eyes. " his last words are whispered.

magnus: he slowly slipped his eyes shut and hummed quietly. " mmm. well, a couple hundred years ago make up wasn't exactly easy to come by, but i don't know, i still liked it. liked how it felt on my skin, how it made me feel and in a way at first i used it as kind of a mask, if that makes sense. then it just became a part of me. bu i would say about 1820s is when i really started to use it the most. "

caspar: he's gentle as he drags the cloth over his eyes to wipe away the black lines and glitter, not to hurt him but also to take the moment slow. he's learning to do that more, and he's liking it.  " well you don't need a mask with me. " he pokes the tip of his nose with the cloth. " but i get it if you wear it in the house anyway. "

magnus: " i try not to wear it around the house, " he said softly, heart oddly warming at his husband removing his make up, as if he was revealing himself to him even though cas had seen him plenty of times without it. this just felt different, made him feel even more contacted to his husband. " i like not wearing it around you. "

caspar: his smile grows at him and he washes over his other cheek, nearly finishing. once he's through, he tosses the cloth onto the chair where their pile of clothes was and looks back at magnus. " you're so beautiful. " his thumb brushes over his cheek this time, but over his skin and not the blush.

magnus: he leaned into his touch, eyes opening to look at his husband, loving the soft brown of his eyes and his heart swelled at the way cas looked at him. before they got together, before they got married magnus didn't like looking at himself without makeup, feeling naked and vulnerable without it, but now with cas, it didn't bother him so much. especially when they were alone. " i love you so much. "

caspar: " do you believe me, when i say that to you? " he asks him honestly, though his vocie is still merely a whisper. he knows the insecurities that live inside his husband's mind and beneath his skin and he wishes he could wipe them away with a cloth the way he had his makeup. " that you're beautiful, " he adds.

magnus: there was a moment where he didn't move or even say anything as he thought on the question. finally, he slowly nodded. " most of the time, i do believe you. " but there were still times, though much more rare now, that his insecurities wouldn't let him believe him, but they were growing much more far apart now to where most of the time, he did completely believe it. all because of his husband.

caspar: he had messed up with magnus before, and his gravest mistakes have been when he's hurt him. but those words... knowing that he's instilled some well deserved confidence in the warlock seems to push away all of that, and makes it seem like a memory more distant than it is. he leans in and kisses his lips, a sweet and gentle motion.

magnus: a soft hum, his hand lifted to brush along his cheek down to his jaw and over his neck before hands came to settle on his chest. relishing in the kiss for a moment more, he slowly parted their lips, nudging his nose against his husband's. " i am so lucky i found you, " he whispered.

caspar: he smiles at him, pulling away just enough to look into his dark chocolate coloured eyes, as sweet and indulgent as the real desert. he tilts his head a bit, " can i ask you a question? "

magnus: easily enough, he nodded. " you can always ask me anything, bug. "

caspar: " why did you let me stay? i mean like, on your couch? " he asks curiously, fingers trickling along his upper arms.

magnus: a slow intake of breath, he lifted a hand to card gently through his hair. " even though you got on my nerves back then--- i knew you didn't have anyone. it was kind of obvious and i didn't want you to be alone, honestly. i knew what being alone felt like and i didn't want someone else to know that feeling more than they had to. "

caspar: he tilts his head into the touch and nods once. he leans in to kiss him once again, but something he says sticks in his head for a second longer then the rest and he pulls back. " it was obvious? "

magnus: " --- i know what it looks like to be lonely. i saw it enough in the mirror every day before i met you, " he said quietly.

caspar: his shoulders slouch some, both from the memory that peeks around of the feelings he had before he met magnus --- before he had anyone around, and the idea that magnus had felt it once to. for a long while. he rests his head against his shoulder. " i'm sorry you felt like that for so long. "

magnus: he shook his head, nuzzling against his neck. " hey, it's okay. all of that time alone was worth it because it kept me open to meeting the most amazing, wondering and perfect man i could ever imagine and i got lucky enough to become his husband. forever and always. "

caspar: his arms wrap around his middle and he hugs him closer, as close as they can be and he smiles at him. " forever and always. " he whispers back. " yours, yours, yours. " he leans in to punctuate each repeating word with a gentle peck.