#Oval Tente

[jorvik]

So sad there isn’t anything going on with this medieval event. I’d be fine with the lack of gameplay content (ex jousting) if there was an actual storyline or something

[icicledream-archive]

speaking of new weapon types in splatoon i REALLY want a splatana shaped like a scythe and if we ever get it i would one trick it

[carnival-core]

:•D Halloween season has started . I got gnomes from the dollar store

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Jack I’m afraid you’ve infiltrated my thoughts because I was thinking of bruised up Price, and it turned into Nik finding out he’s obsessed with bruising John up, had no idea about it before, but after their first night together, Nik finds him leaning against the counter with his mug, still buck ass naked, and there are p e r f e c t bruises in the shape of Nik’s fingers on his hips, and John jumps when Nik slowly aligns his fingers, laying his hands there

While is mind is very much malfunctioning

When this came in, Nikki, the sound I made.

Nik likes marking what is his. And John likes being marked.

cw: consensual bruises/hickies, possessive behaviour.

Nik woke up to find a steaming mug of coffee on the bedside table. He had heard footsteps that had carried it there in the background of his subconscious, but it had been the smell - fresh ground coffee beans from Columbia - that had lured him back to the land of the living. He flexed his fingers against the cotton bed sheets and then let the stretch run the full length of his body, vertebrae and joints clicking, as he surfaced from the most restful sleep he'd had in a long time.

No John, obviously. For if there had been a John, then there would have been no coffee.

Last night had been... breathtaking. Years of yearning, of tentative steps back and forth towards an uncertain destination, of circling each other, too nervous to ruin what they already had. It had been by mere chance that Nik had broken the stalemate; a panicked kiss snatched as John exited the Black Hawk for a mission based on bad intel, even by Laswell's standards. Come back to me.

And he had. They had barely stumbled through the front door of John's flat before their hands had started burrowing beneath their clothes, teeth and fingers biting into the firm topography of flushed, eager bodies. Nik had never had sex like it. Sex where he felt like he had burrowed beneath his lover's ribcage and taken refuge in his chest, every gasp, every flex, like it had happened beneath his own skin. He had never wanted to possess, consume, protect, as strongly as he did with John.

Nik gathered John's pillow to his face and took a deep breath, searching for the smell of him deep in the cotton and goose down. It was there, but too faint. John had been awake long enough for the warmth to fade, and his scent along with it. Nik was left with no recourse but to leave the comfort of his bed in search of the source. With any luck, he could coax John back.

It was cold outside and even though John had agreed to turn the heating on, Nik grabbed his dressing gown from the back of the door and threw it on, leaving it to hang open at the front and off one shoulder as he strolled into the living room, otherwise naked. If he happened to pocket the lube on his way out, well...

The television was on, with some innocuous breakfast show host chatting about Storm Darragh on a plastic looking sofa, her too-white too-straight teeth bared in a smile that looked more like a grimace.

But no John.

Nik followed the sound of plates and running water towards the kitchen, and found what he was looking for washing up last night's dishes. The radio was on softly, a background track to the slosh of soap suds and the rattle of cutlery. Nik wasn't really paying attention to the song, because John hadn't seen fit to pull on more than a pair of boxers, leaving the rest of his magnificent body on full display. Nik's eyes dragged down the length of him, lingering just above his waistband.

Dappled across John's freckle-dusted skin, some faint, some vibrant, were blueish-black ovals in the shape of Nik's fingers. They flared over John's hip where Nik had clutched him tightly the night before. The sight of them made Nik's mouth run dry, his cock, hanging thick and heavy between his thighs, twitching against the edge of the dressing gown.

He remembered relishing the way John's body had felt in his hands, how his strong thighs had clamped down hard when Nik had pinned his wrists, how the give of the flesh over his hips, of his full, shapely backside had looked when Nik had turned him to breed him from behind. How every time John's voice had broken into a moan, Nik had held him tighter, held him down until he had come, wailing and begging. How John has felt so tight and so warm around his cock, his body the perfect, eager cock sleeve. Their first time had been just as passionate as he'd always dreamed, and it had left bruises like footsteps on John's skin.

Nik watched John with hungry eyes, lower lip rolling between his teeth. John felt his presence and Nik saw him tense a little, like a prey animal caught in a predator's ambush.

Price had risen early out of habit, leaving Nik to rest after his athletic performance the night before. The only time he ever managed longer than seven hours was after a particularly gruelling op, and even then it took several days for his mind to settle to the point his body could rest. He hadn't bothered showering, but tidied up the flat, checked some emails for anything urgent, and now he was rinsing out last night's beer glasses. He felt Nik's arrival rather than heard him, and his chin tilted down, watching Nik's reflection in the stainless steel of his toaster. He chewed the inside of his cheek when he realised Nik was naked but for his dressing gown, his thick, masculine physique flaunted with mouthwatering confidence that made Price weak.

His skin prickled under Nik's scrutiny, every nerve on tenterhooks as the memory of the night before still echoed through his body, a glorious, bone-deep ache. His body still remembered the shape of Nik's cock, and Price had admired the evidence of his hunger in the bathroom mirror as he'd brushed his teeth; a rainbow of bruises on his neck, his shoulders, his hips and thighs.

And yet, he was desperate for more. Desperate to feel Nik's hands on him again; holding him down, spreading him open. Desperate to latch onto his broad shoulders and huge biceps, to feel his full chest push down against his back, the firm peaks of his nipples contrasted with the softness of his fur. Price stared at the stream of water spilling over the mug in his hands because, other than his sight, every other sense of tuned into Nik.

Nik sipped his coffee more to stop his mouth from watering than anything else, and closed his eyes briefly, if only to focus on the light sting of scratches up his back where John's blunt nails had caught him in his desperate ecstasy. Nik remembered feeling the first graze, but his mouth had been sucking a mark into the arch of John's throat at the time. Just below the beard line so it could be hidden by John's shemagh. Only just.

John was beautiful. His skin, a patchwork of freckles, scars and uneven tan lines, overlaid a trim, muscular body that was narrow and broad in all the right places. His waist was the perfect shape, slotting into Nik's hands like John had been forged with the shape of them in mind, and his muscular back had flexed so beautifully when Nik had thrust into him. He wanted to see it again.

Nik drifted over, leaving his coffee mug on the dining room table as he drew close enough for John to feel his body heat.

"Mornin'," John murmured, the crackle in his voice from a night spent moaning and begging sent a little shiver of pleasure through Nik's core. John was ethereal, ruffled, the morning sun spilling through the kitchen window giving him a soft, warm glow at the edges. The clash of relative innocence with the traces of their debauchery made Nik want to sink his teeth in, to renew his claim on the strong, unyielding body before him.

"Good morning," Nik replied, leaning forward to place his mug on the counter. He had to lean close enough for his breath to ghost over John's skin, his chest hair to perhaps tickle his back, but he didn't touch, not yet. He closed his eyes and leaned in to John's shoulder, inhaling a long, deep hit of the bed-warm scent still lingering on his skin; faded cologne, clean sweat with deodorant, the warm musk of a man that had slept in clean sheets after being fucked into them.

"Surprised ya didn't have a lay in." Price was trying to keep his voice level, but even he could hear the tremor of anticipation, so subtle below his gravelly rasp. Oh, he wanted to be possessed again. John Price, so in command on the battlefield, wanted to be utterly dominated in his bed like he had been last night. The thought might have concerned him in the past, but ever since his romantic feelings for Nikolai had exploded into a ravenous sexual attraction, he had wanted those big hands holding him down, whether to ride his cock or fuck his hole, he hadn't cared. His only desire had been to have Nikolai over him, possessing him.

"The bed is cold without you in it," Nik murmured softly, his face tilting into the side of John's neck, the tip of his nose hovering close as he breathed him in.

Every hair on Price's arms stood on end, goosebumps rushing over his shoulders, the tremor of anticipation running through Price's core. His fingers curled against the counter at the edge of the sink, his nipples hardening, cock thickening in his boxers. Even after just one night, Price was conditioned for Nikolai's attention. He wanted nothing more than for Nik to scruff him and push him down, add more marks to establish his ownership.

Nik's lips touched John before his hands, pressing over the bruise they had marked on the back of his shoulder. He lingered there, sucking the tender flesh gently, the traces of sweat salty on his tongue. John let out a faint, low moan, his arm curling up so he could bury his fingers in Nik's hair. Nik ran his fingers over the bruising on John's hip, pressing down just enough for John to feel the rub of his calluses, John's skin dimpling under the pressure. John startled, and Nik could feel the roll of tension coil up his spine, hear the gasp of bewildered pleasure, so Nik pressed down a little harder, earning a soft, wrecked little moan.

Price's knees shook as Nik pulled him close, his chest pressing to Price's back, hair soft and enticing against his skin from shoulder blades to the base of his spine. He looked down to see that huge hand slope over his waist, encompassing it effortlessly, weathered fingers retracing the path of the bruises on his body with possessive glee. Price felt the shaft of Nik's cock settle in the clothed cleft of his arse and his bare toes curled against the tiles. Nik was so hard, searing heat so close to John's hole, the heavy weight of his sac brushing the undersides of his cheeks. Price tilted his hips up eagerly, lifting onto his tiptoes.

"You were so beautiful last night, and just as beautiful this morning, you drive me crazy..." Nik whispered into bruised skin, running his lips up the side of John's neck in slow, wet kisses. "Did you enjoy last night, detka? Did you like it when I made you spread your legs, take my cock deep?"

"Yeah, Nik... It was good, so fuckin' good," Price rasped, his breathy whisper breaking into another low moan as Nik's hand slid into his boxers to squeeze the length of his prick. Price looked down to watch Nik touch what he wanted, take what he wanted, fondling the fragile heft of his balls before stroking Price's shaft in long, lazy pulls as the other arm slanted over his chest to keep him close.

"You are ravishing, with my marks all over you, like I have claimed you as mine." Nik grazed his teeth against John's neck and felt a thrill when John's head flopped back and to the side. "Do you like them?"

"Like you lookin' at 'em," Price replied, his voice like treacle in his mouth. He rocked his hips a little into Nik's hand, rubbing back against Nik's cock, pinned as it was between his arse and Nik's belly. "Like you touchin' 'em. Wan'..." He trailed off, the intensity of his desire somewhat embarrassing.

"What do you want, John?" Nik squeezed John's glans gently, milking a few thick beads of precum that he smoothed down John's shaft. Listening to John's stuttering gasp, he shifted his hand across to squeeze one full tit, massaging the muscle against his palm as he sucked a deep, possessive kiss into John's neck.

"Hnng, wan' ya... t' make more, Nik. All over. Forever. Mark me up... please." Price's entire body hummed under Nik's hands, his cock twitching and leaking in Nik's grip. Fuck, his hand was so big. Price's prick wasn't small; respectable, perhaps slightly above average, but the way Nik's warm hand enveloped him, Price's wet, drooling cockhead pushing through the tight hollow of his fist, looked obscenely hot.

Nik pulled John away from the sink and turned him towards the centre island dividing the kitchenette from the living room, one hand sliding to his hip while the other took him by the back of his neck and pushed him down. Nik's nails dragged down John's spine, making those strong muscles flex, until his fingers hooked beneath the elastic of his boxers and pulled them down his thighs, leaving them to pull around his ankles. His arse was perfect, two full globes, with tidy whirls of body hair between them that trailed down over the swell of his balls. Nik licked the tip of his thumb and smoothed it around his puffy, pink rim, teasing it into a twitching, sensitive response. "Mm, beautiful."

Price stretched his hands over the wooden surface of the island, his hole, still sore and used from the night before, fluttered greedily under Nik's touch and Price wanted Nik to press inside, demand more. It ached so good. "C'mon, Nik... Fuck me. Please. Need ya so bad."

"Mm, detka. Ya budu tebya yebat' poka ty ne budesh' umolyat' menya ostanovit'sya," Nik whispered, gripping the base of his cock to rub the slick head around John's hole. He watched his pucker stretch and shift around it as he dipped just inside, teeth biting on his lower lip. The tortured little noises that John made sent a thrill up Nik's spine, and he reached into his pocket for the lube.

Price moaned when Nik's slick fingers teased into him, already slack enough for the sensation of being stretched to feel good, and he relaxed effortlessly. He felt filthy in the best way, hollowed out by Nik the night before, ready to be his cock sleeve again. The squelch of his fingers, the soft, approving rumble, the feel of his fingertips circling and stroking over his prostate, made Price's cock flick and leak onto the kitchen floor. It felt like his mind was melting, nothing but putty to be manipulated by Nik's hands and words, just as his body was. Mark me, take me, own me.

"Mm, John. You are so loose, so ready to be fucked."

"Oh, Nik, please, ahh, I'm gonna come."

"Then come, detka, but you will still take all of me, I will still mark you up again, inside and out."

"Oh, fuck, Nik... C'mon... Please, 'm yours, need yer, please."

Nik weighed up whether he would make John come on his fingers, gliding them in and out lazily, John's pretty hole glistening and butter soft, so hungry. But the thought of stuffing him full properly again, the way John was squirming so deliciously on the countertop, made his mind up for him.

Nik drew his hand away and slid it down the inside of John's leg, lifting it until the side of his knee and his inner thigh were resting on the counter too. Like this, his cock hung so prettily, his cheeks spread to show off that perfect hole, begging for Nik's cock as lube glistened down the back of his sac. "Ty vyglyadish' chertovski seksual'no..."

Price arched his back and cocked his hips, damp lips parted as he panted. He felt the soft hair of Nik's legs against his inner thigh and then the thick head of his cock against the taut muscle of his hole. He sheathed himself slowly, pressing forward in one thrust, stretching Price open until he was buried to the hilt. Price panted, channel flexing through the pressure of so much girth and length demanding space inside him. "Haa, ash, a ty okhrenitel'no khorosho... upravlyayesh'sya... svoi chlenom."

Nik chuckled, his hand sliding up John's spine to wrap his throat and arch him back. There was a reason Nik wanted him here. There was a long mirror in the hallway to their left, just by the front door. It was just broad enough for John to see himself take Nik's cock, see the way he looked so beautiful, marked up in surrender. Nik held John's jaw, hooked two fingers into his mouth and made him watch as Nik began to roll his hips. He slid his other palm over his thigh, thumb pushing into the swell of John's arse, teasing those bruises, pinning John to his countertop as he was fucked slow and deep.

Price's eyes widened, his nails biting into the wood beneath his hands at the overwhelming fullness, the burning stretch that was fading quickly into an ebb and flow of pleasure that made his mind go blank. He watched the thick, glistening length of Nik's cock slide into his body in the mirror, bewildered by the sight of his own body, held still, so thoroughly possessed by the beast of a man behind him; the delicious illusion of powerlessness, of willing surrender. Price wasn't used to being handled, to being so thoroughly subdued and possessed, and he was delirious with the pleasure of it.

Nik had let the dressing gown slip off, leaving him gloriously naked, his thickly muscled body with its satisfying layer of fat and dark rug of hair moved with an impossible amount of grace for a man his size. It was elegant, measured and controlled. There was no sordid slap of skin, only the glorious drag of his cock, a sweet, deep fullness and a constant pulse building in Price's hips as Nik took him apart with every thrust. "Nik, ahh... you know... Ahh, mm, the perfect spot... Fuck, oh fuck, it feels so... ahh, ahh."

"You were... made for this, John. Made for me to please. Keep watching, detka. Keep... ahh, watching me fuck your pretty hole. Look at how well you... take me." Nik kissed the back of John's neck, his back, leaned his nose and forehead against his spine as he began to grind deeper, thrusting harder.

"Oh Nik, oh Nik, ah, ah, fuh-uck..."

Nik drank John's moans down like a god consuming the prayers of the devout, but he needed to see his face. Needed to suck those full tits and possess his mouth just as he possessed his arse and cock. He ground deep once more before drawing back to guide John round to face him.

Price whined as Nik pulled out, leaving his twitching hole gaping and empty. He dropped his foot stiffly as Nik turned him and lifted his hips, sliding back onto the countertop as Nik stepped between his thighs and licked into his mouth. It was a demanding kiss and Price yielded, moaning as Nik's fingers bit into his hips, exciting and renewing those bruises, their cocks sliding together, slick with lube and precum. When one big hand snagged his hair and pulled his head back, Price surrendered his throat and spread his legs wide, wanton and exposed, keening as Nik sucked another brand into his skin.

Nik licked the sweat from the hollow of John's throat and rubbed his face into the damp hair on his chest, nuzzling his nose between his gloriously full tits as they heaved with each laboured pant. Every inch of John was a masterpiece, every scar, every freckle, made to be consumed by the devoted. John may be breathing Nik's name like a prayer, but it was Nik who worshipped at the real altar. He slid his arms beneath John's thighs, urging John towards the edge of the counter enough to guide the tip of his cock into his rim before his fingers scooped beneath the meat of his arse to lift him.

As Price slipped into Nik's arms, his body sank back down the full length of his cock, seated flush against Nik's hips in one easy glide. A low, filthy moan tore from Price's throat as Nik fucked so deep it felt like he was in Price's damn guts. "Oh, oh, fuck, Nik," Price groaned, latching onto Nik's shoulders as the two strong hands cupped beneath his arse moved his six foot two, ninety kilogram body along Nik's cock like a fuckin' fleshlight.

Nik slammed his hips into every thrust, knowing his cock was sliding over that perfect spot in John's body, as he stooped forward to kiss and bite at his chest. With each sucking bruise he left, John's voice grew louder, his pleas and groans increasingly more desperate. Wet, hard cock flopping between their bellies, neglected, but John was so close just form being fucked. Nik could feel it in his legs and hips, a rigid tension, see it in the flush of his skin and the misty distance of his eyes. He writhed in Nik's grip, body rocking itself onto Nik's cock, meeting his thrusts.

Price spread his legs wide over Nik's arms, hands at his shoulders, back bowed so Nik could bite and suck his ownership over his tits. His head fell back, his balls drawing tight, and he spilled in thick ropes over their bellies just as Nik sucked hard on one of his nipples. "Nik, Nik, Nik!"

Nik moaned, slowing his pace to long out the aftershocks of John's orgasm in that sweet spot just before overstimulation, greedily drinking in those delicious, wanton moans as Nik's cock teased his clenching channel. "The way your arse sucks on my cock... o, kak zhe ty goryach..."

Nik was so close, teetering on the brink in a heady, tingling liminal space before the fall, and he savoured the breathless moment. The sight of John's body in his arms, his head thrown back in abandon, his skin sheened in sweat. It was the flash of those blue eyes that looked at him with such unbridled adoration, so bright, so full of ecstasy, that dragged Nik's orgasm from him mercilessly. It spread like the rolling shockwaves of a nuclear warhead, cock throbbing with each thick pulse or cum as Nik held John flush to his hips, his entire body rigid as he snarled into John's chest.

Price groaned as Nik's orgasm spilled into him, Nik's cock buried to the hilt to make sure Price's body took every drop. Nik had marked him, inside and out, the throb of new bruises on his skin mixing with the warmth of Nik filling him up; it was raw, animalistic, and Price never wanted to fuck any other way.

Nik stumbled a little, settling John's rear on the edge of the countertop as he withdrew his cock, the sound of wet suction as lube and spend dripped out of John's hole was deliciously filthy. Nik peppered gentle kisses on John's jaw as he kept his legs raised and spread over his arms, making him linger in that hollowed out feeling that came after being fucked so full.

Price basked in the deep recesses of an afterglow that seemed to muffle the rest of the world out. He tilted his face to Nik's and kissed him lazily, sucking on his tongue, his lips, his body humming with warm bliss. When Nik lowered his legs, Price stumbled, held up by the strong arms that wrapped around him. "Bloody 'ell, yer've fucked me boneless..."

"That is a good thing, I hope," Nik said softly, cradling John's body to his chest, nuzzling kisses into the mess of his hair.

"Oh yeah. Can't believe we've wasted twenty years not fuckin'..."

"Not wasted. We had to allow the chemistry to reach its natural conclusion."

"Hmm." Price closed his eyes and took a deep breath of Nik's musky scent, knowing his own cowardice had held him back more than any damn chemistry, but it didn't matter. He had Nik now, and he was going to enjoy every part of him from this point on. "Feelin' a bit woolly in the 'ead, might shower, lie down."

"Of course. Come." Nik pressed a palm to John's forehead briefly, just to check, but found only the natural, post-coital warmth beneath his skin. He scooped him up anyway, much to John's amusement.

"Eh, wossis?"

"You are boneless and therefore cannot possibly walk."

"Ha, fine, fine, but if yer tell a soul, 'll nail yer bollocks to the nose of yer Heli."

"Your terms are acceptable."

Price slumped in Nik's arms with another rueful chuckle, and let himself be carried into his en suite. They shared the shower, and Price tried not to look too closely at the thrill he got when Nik washed him, those large hands working over his intimate areas possessively, over his cock and balls, between his cheeks, beneath his arms and up his back and chest; a full body massage with soap and water that left a tingling pleasure in its wake.

By the time they stumbled back to bed, Price was nursing a semi, but felt too spaced to do much about it. He curled against Nik's chest, burying his nose in his soft chest hair, and basked under the caress of strong fingers down his back.

Later, they would cook a late breakfast and head out for a walk, and Nik would touch the marks he had left through John's clothes, nuzzling the hickies on his neck through his scarf. "Mine," Nik whispered against John's throat when he pushed him against the trunk of a broad oak tree to kiss him, a hand sliding into his waistband.

"Yeah, Nik, yeah... All yours, fuck. All yours."

[formlab]

Oval Intention tent, The North Face, 1976

[the-monkeies-girl]

So anyway here's to hoping no one forgot about me lmaooo

Caesar would never outright ask to hold your hand, but the premise of what it means it surely something that he's aware of from his time with Will and Caroline; even occasionally seeing teenagers holding hands as they walked outside his window when he was a young Chimp. He's never been outwardly affectionate and that was okay with you, you understood what the Ape King's love languages were and never sought to complain about them. There was always going to be that border between your Humanness and the vast but sometimes strikingly similar displays of affection.

It was something that seemed to stick with him from his younger years though, green-golden irises staring what seemed to be fiery holes right into the back of your head as you lead ahead on a berry foraging trip. From the gait of your shoulders as you moved, something incredible to see on its own as you had spent so much time with the Colony that you were beginning to hold yourself more like an Ape, shoulders more staggered and broad to hold balance, there was amusement there as Caesar had seen you frequently lose your footing on surfaces that were otherwise easy to traverse for him and his spaced toes, the biggest giving way to the other digits to grip and hold tighter onto surfaces.

The way that your feet left imprints on the sediment below, so much smaller than his own and cased with a oval shape from your worn boots to be vandalized as Caesar seemed to intentionally move his own stance to mimic the same steps you were taking. He was all consuming for you, even in his stride and the Ape King was moving behind you with fluttered intent to ensure that even in nature, even to the leaves that rustled above or to the Elk to the right, meters away, knew that you were his.

You were shifting ever so timidly with your weight, hand reaching and grasping the bark of a tree, something that he did not need to mirror himself but found the pace of his body quickened a bit to help in case you lost stability as you hiked your right leg upwards first against a fallen tree-trunk, upwards and then landing on the other side with a 'thunk'. There was less need now than there was when you first came to be in the Colony's grasp to hold your hand for assistance, to find any excuse to do just that but Caesar liked to watch you move regardless. It reminded him of times of his own self. The way he needed to lean back into the Ape instincts that had always been there after the upsurgence.

No... That would be a gross understatement, the Ape thought to himself with a minute tilt of the head to the side when you peered over your shoulder, as if you were checking to see that he was still captivated. Brisked eye contact was made, a smile to follow from you before you looked back forward and trudged onwards through the foliage that reminded you so tenderly of the irises of your Mate. Caesar loved to admire the way that you moved, it reminded him of the days of watching Humans from his enclosed perch, wondering to himself if he'd ever find attraction and love the way that those teenagers did, their boastful laughter still lingering at times inside of his tentative mind.

"I think the spot I vetted out last week with Blue is up ahead to the left! There were so many blueberries when we came, I should have brought more than one basket."

The faux disappointment in your voice softened Caesar's brow line, not enough to be noticeable beyond the minored creases between his innately serious eyes easing a bit but if you were looking at him straight on, the Chimpanzee was sure you'd say something about his expression. Teasing... joking... You always did, it was something that Caesar never understood for it was simply his demeanor. Strong, serious and always shrouded in a veil of mystery. It was something that you found appealing from the start, getting to peel away at the Caesar who rested beneath the display of intimidation.

It was rare enough to get him to leave the Colony on days where it was necessary, days where the council needed him outside of the perimeters they set for themselves in the surrounded red woods. There was comfort around what he had fought so hard to keep alive and prospering. There was alluding desire to stay near to you as you often did not leave the walls of your nest somedays. He did feel that pull towards temptation, something as sickly sweet as honey straight from a hive.

The dripping fire against Caesar's diaphragm gave way to a searing blaze earlier this morning when you had asked him if he'd accompany you. This was even more rare. To get Caesar alone and to leave the Colony for an afternoon where there were so many pressing details of Ape Politics that needed to be tended to, there was some sickly pride that rose against the back of your throat that you had managed just that with just a simple question and a smile. The Ape could spare himself the deprecation for now for leaving things unattended to, watching as you finally dropped your baskets onto the ground below, the wicker made nature making a subtle creasing noise upon impact.

You wanted to come out venturing to the preluded spot that you had been previously with his Son... Caesar watched with increased and bated anticipation as you bent down to inspect a flowering and heavy bush in front of you, hearing the cracking of your knees as you crouched; a position that seemed to natural to you now given the time you had spent adapting. Not out of necessity, there was no reason you needed to stay with the Colony in the first time as you had appeared fine and able to survive for eight years took away all your Human comforts, but out of want. You wanted to stay, you... Wanted... Caesar. That was an illusive thought as he knelt beside you, the position easier for an Ape as his spine was curved to accommodate and his ribs were wider to stance his upper half forward more comfortably. Caesar was never fast to boast of his accomplishments, that seemed vastly embellished beyond what he wanted. All he had wanted... Was the freedom of his fellow Apes. The freedom to live without fear and out of cages... But now that it had come to fruition, his thick fingers reaching up and moving along side your own as you began deeper into the bush in front of you in search for the ripe berries you spoke of before, all Caesar... Wanted... Was you.

A smile pulled its way onto your face, the rubbing of his furred shoulder against yours enough to set the entire skin of your arm aflame with unspoken but always underlying aim. Beyond the sensation, there was always the idea that Caesar's broad frame could tear you apart, piece by piece and you'd be to weak to stop it as if the prospect of putting it to an end every came to the forefront of your mind. It never did, your feet moving the condensed weight of your body over a bit so you could bump against his side, acute with playfulness.

"When was the last time you came berry picking?"

Caesar chortled at that inquiry, the hackles lining the delectable sweep of his collarbones and upwards against the base of his shoulder caps rising with an aggravated assault of your scent as it hit his nostrils and dug themselves into the animalistic side of his thought process. He knew without you saying a word where this was going to end, taking the tip of his tongue along the sharper points of his canines as he contemplated the appropriate answer. The design the Ape had planned inside of his own subconscious to just hold your hand flying off with the breeze that rocked between you, green-golden drenched eyes falling into your own without reserve.

"Many... Years. Not since Blue Eyes was young." Voice was barely a touch above a baritone, reserved only for you, the hardening in your throat indicative of the attraction that fluttered between you at these intimate and private moments. You wanted to eat it and never let anyone else have them. They were yours, selfish in all senses of the word and you were proud to admit that. Caesar was yours.

"I can tell." You bumped into his side once more as your voice tapered from wavering edges to more of a pensive tease and let your eyes slide to the grasp of berries that he had picked, studying them closely with a laugh, "Those aren't ripe. Not even close."

Admittedly, Caesar had not even paid any mind to what his hands were doing as if they were set to an awkward auto-pilot and they were just moving to keep themselves preoccupied with the notion that they'd be against your hot skin in a matter of minutes. Slowly, breaking the stare he had on the side of your amused profile, your mouth formed into a rather smug smirk, Caesar looked down at his hand and saw nothing but a handful of green-blue berries. You were right, there was no way to deny that as they came cascading onto the Earth below, being kissed heavenly with dirt as they tumbled from his heated and calloused palm.

"Thought you knew how to do this, you're the Ape King after all."

There was careful placement in his stare as you turned your head towards him, the grin encapsulating your cheeks bitter in the best way. Exuberant, you moved your hands towards his own and within moments, you were grasping at them. Soft and silken skin against leathered texture and it made the Ape beside you shift his sternly set feet towards you, dragging his larger body to face you instead of sitting shoulder to shoulder. Caesar responded the only way he knew how when you placed yourself so near to him, so near to the primal itch inside of his mind that very seldom came to the surface. Submission in the face of heady lust. "Let me show you..."

Your voice was barely a touch above a whisper and embraced Caesar's stiffened face, his thin mouth parting just enough to let you see the sheen of the leafy sunlight against his canines that peeked themselves out from the rounded bluntness of his other teeth. He knew... The way your words fell from your mouth, the way that he ate them as if it were the last thing that Caesar would taste, that you were no longer talking about berry picking. As if you getting him all alone in the middle of the secluded woods, clicks away from the Colony's embrace, weren't enough to tell the heightened senses and deeply enriched thoughts of the Ape what you wanted to actually do. It was easier here for you to unleash. It was less embarrassing away from the other Apes who could hear even a pin drop at times. Humans got flustered and liked privacy, it was something that was not easily adaptable in the cross-fire of living with a different species. Of... Mating with a different species.

Caesar drew what felt the last bit of sanity he had holding onto the very edges of his winter coat, the fur tingling itself into exhilaration as you casted your body backwards, grasping at Caesar's muscular neck with your free hand to pull him on top of you as your back collided with the ground below. The hand that had a hold against his own collapsed against the dirt beside your head as the Ape had ultimately had you pinned down, his thinned waist slotting itself between your legs that drew open, a reflex that spoke of how often you found yourself in such a position. Weight was sturdy against his forearm as Caesar rolled his hips into yours, not satisfaction garnered from the friction of his furred pelvis against the fabric of your pants.

"Maybe... We should... Make another reason for you to come berry picking more often...." Swallowing hard as Caesar rocked himself against you once more, your head tilted back into the pillow of moss against the ground behind your head as it was now more evident that Caesar's heavy arousal was carding itself above the tuft of fur between his legs.

There was silence as Caesar recollected and processed your chopped incantation. Flirtatious and all encompassing, it was a wonder to see each and every word stitch into place behind his fluttering gaze that switched to convey the purpose of your banter. "Might be..." Dropping his head down, your eyes instinctively rolled back upon impact the moment that Caesar's hot mouth found your jugular, chill hitting at your senses when his teeth were bared against the already prickly skin. "Beneficial..."

[dried-mushroom]

Can you do a younger sister of Neal X Lee Russel. Lee not caring being caught, always flirts with her and hits on her and Neal gets protective not knowing they’re secretly sleeping with each other. It would be funny to see how he would react at the end if he were to walk in on them.😂

Thanks, Pookie for another Lee Russell fic please keep it coming yall :)

Warnings: Neal Gamby & public sex

Goddamn it Gamby!

Lee Russell x female reader

You sometimes hated being the younger sister to one of the vice principals of North Jackson High School, Neal always got on other teacher's nerves, making your ability to befriend other teachers pretty much impossible, not to mention it resulted in attempting to keep your secret relationship with Neal's coworker and nonetheless rival, Lee Russell. Ever since your brother got you a job teaching English at the high school a year ago, you had been enamoured with Lee. He was such a sweetheart with you, not bothering to hide his attraction to you, not that you ever tell Neal that, he would be more likely to kill Lee then you.

It hadn't even been a month before he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear, not a care who was near, one instance it was your free final period on Friday and Lee had accidentally wandered into your classroom, leaning against the doorframe, a smirk pulling on his lips.

"Oh well hello miss l/n, I did not at all expect you to be here. Now why don't you bring your sweet little ass on over to me."

With that southern drawl of his, you couldn't resist and ran your way over to him, calloused hands sharply gripping your waist as you kissed him deeply, whilst he pulled you closer to him, feeling the rather large tent in his borderline ugly khakis. Your naive older brother who was coincidently walking past and caught the act, assumed you had no part in it, so he abruptly pulled Lee off of you.

"What the fuck Russell? Why the fuck are you trying to make out with MY SISTER? She does not want your weird ass."

You rolled your eyes at him, he seriously needed a reality check or a slap in the face, you can sleep with anyone you feel like and it is none of Neal's concern. Especially considering less than 4 hours prior, Lee had taken you from behind against a tree in the forest behind the school, and you loved every second of it. Lee gave him a pissy look and briskly walked out, not wanting to deal with Neal and presumably handle his frustration.

A week after this confrontation, nothing had changed, you and Lee kept the same routine, subtly flirting and groping with one another during school, he couldn't resist a hand on the small of your back or a thigh when in meetings or in the staffrooms. It was another Friday final period, and you had no classes to teach as it was your planning period and you were bored out of your mind. You fidgeted with your hands as you couldn't be bothered to write up lessons at the moment. Suddenly, you read a simple text that dinged from your phone;

"Baby, meet me in the woods in 10 ;)"

You eagerly typed away "Don't be late handsome."

You were so glad you had decided to wear a dress today, the hot summer sun being the excuse of course. You quickly ran off to the staffroom toilet to freshen up, brush your h/c hair and fix your makeup. Making sure you wouldn't get caught, you slipped out of the back of the school and rushed across the school oval, not wanting to miss one second.

You finally reached your meeting place, obscured by trees, with only an unused railroad nearby. You sat patiently on a log, waiting for Lee to show. Once you heard the crunch of dead leaves, you straightened yourself up and there he was, a grin on his face.

"Sorry baby for being a tad late, Smith was holding me up, now c'mere so I can make it to you."

You didn't waste a millisecond getting up and sauntering over to him. He roughly pushed you against the nearest tree, his lips crashed onto yours, whilst his hands were busy groping your chest through your dress. His touch sent shivers down your spine. You wrapped an arm around his neck, trying to taste more of him, whilst another went to the crotch of Lee's pants, rubbing over the painfully apparent erection hidden beneath. He moaned in your mouth but clearly, he had enough of the teasing and broke away, sitting against the log, he tapped his thigh.

"Before you make me cream my pants just by looking' at you. Come on over and ride me, cowgirl."

You could feel yourself getting wetter and your breath hitched as he started unbuckling his belt and pulled out his cock, flushed and precum beading at the tip, making your mouth water at the sight. You pulled your panties to the side and he guided you down onto his cock, his hands gripping your waist hard, you grabbed onto his broad shoulders as leverage to sink lower. Once he was fully inside you, he let out a hiss, relishing in the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him. He moved one of his hands underneath your pretty dress to rub little circles on your clit as you started to bounce on his cock.

You loved seeing him like this, vulnerable, underneath you, his pleasure at your mercy, you got lost in pleasure as you continued riding Lee.

"Oh my fucking god, your pussy is perfect for me, squeezing me so fuckin' good. Fuck we gotta do this more baby, I ain't gonna las-"

"OH FUCK NO"

You both immediately tensed up as you recognised that voice. Lee mumbled under his breath; 'goddamn it Gamby always ruining my fun.'

"What the fuck Russell? Are you seriously fucking my sister? I saw you going to woods and I thought this was a meeting between you and me about y'know but no apparently."

Since Lee's back was to Neal, he didn't even bother turning around to look at him, annoyed at this easily preventable interruption.

"Well, Gamby what does it look like? and in what world would I just want you to creepily follow me into the woods, Jesus Christ."

You couldn't help but laugh against Lee's shoulder, hiding your embarrassed face in his neck.

"Oh hell no, you're not off the hook either y/n, get off of him and get your ass straight back to planning."

You could not believe the audacity this man has, considering he had Abbott blowing him in a supply closet not too long ago.

"Excuse me? I am a grown-ass adult and can sleep with whomever whenever wherever I want. You don't get to control me because you're my older brother. Now please leave so we can finish, or would you prefer we both come back inside so he can bend me over his desk?"

The stunned look on Neal's face made you feel proud. He just mumbled 'Whatever' and walked himself back to the school. You felt your ass being grabbed harshly and Lee roughly whispered in your ear,

"Now that's my girl, now how about we get back to what we started."

The end

I'm sorry this one is so short!

Thanks for reading, please keep sending in requests as I'm trying to answer 1-2 per day.

[97keanu]

please... i beg of you... Neo x Office Siren!Reader preview...

Here’s the intro:

Fluorescents hummed overhead as rows and rows of identical cubicles typed away for this thing or that. Thomas Anderson sat hunched over at his desk, already feeling the heat of the summer months moving through the office, trying not to break a sweat while working on the company's programming duties. Similarly disheartened employees moved around him, slowly and doing anything they can not to actually do their job. That seemed to be a theme here. If Thomas was being honest with himself, he hardly knew what his job was even supposed to be. His best guess was some sick social trap to suck the life out of him, but who knows.

Burnt out from today's work, or lack thereof, Thomas checks the time.

12:45pm

You would be back from lunch any minute now. He waited for the soft clacking of your kitten heels to enter from the elevator, his desk the perfect space away so that he could watch you make your way back to your desk. He tilts his head just so, making sure not to be so obvious as you walk by, your black pencil skirt tight, showing off your form as your hips hypnotize him with their siren song.

You walk into the office, and it’s as if your very smile lights up the mood. Jealousy courses through Thomas as he watches you laugh, musical and soft, at another co-worker's passing joke, knowing he would never get the same interaction. Everyday he wonders what it would be like to talk to you, actually talk to you, not the talking you two have to do for work purposes. If he could just do that, maybe, he would have a chance. He could try to make you laugh, or impress you with his knowledge about all your favorite topics he’s picked up from watching you so often. Maybe you would even agree to let him ask you on a date. That was only if you two really got to talking though. He had to come up with a way to figure that out.

For now, he watches as you glide past him. Perfect. You were just too perfect for him. His eyes slide down to your hips, watching as you walk away, loose hair in your sleek bun bouncing slightly with each step.

He feels the prickle of being watched as you sit down, eyes moving from your ass to your face. You give him a narrow look over your small oval glasses, and Thomas looks away, embarrassed for getting caught. He tries to blame the rise of heat in his cheeks on the weather, and dips his head back to his computer, the green glow washing over his nervous features.

He should have learned his lesson for today, but instead, he peeks over the very edge of his cubicle at you once more, just to check to see if you really noticed him or if he had imagined the whole thing.

When he does, he sees you standing, unbuttoning the front of your white button down blouse, letting your cleavage come into clear view. You fan yourself with a manila folder, the heat of the day glistening on your skin there, inviting him to look. This time when he catches your eye, you look up, a smile on your glossy lips, before standing. The clack of your heels call out to him as you walk towards him, and soon enough standing in front of his cubicle.

He tries to speak, but your finger presses against his lips, French tips silencing him. You drop to your knees, wasting no time unbuckling his belt and slacks, pulling his cock out with a smirk. You look up at him over those damned sexy glasses as you take him into your mouth, your thin eyebrows coming together as if it’s such a hard task sucking a huge cock like his. Thomas leans his head back and enjoys the feeling of your pretty little throat, losing himself in it.

Reality hits him like a ton of bricks when a stack of papers falls into his lap instead of your lips wrapped around his cock. His project manager laughs at how startled he seems, and Thomas tries to play it cool, hoping the tenting in his black slacks wasn’t too noticeable.

“Looks like somebody needs another trip to the coffee machine, Anderson.” He teases him, then walks away to make another employee’s day worse with more work.

Thomas glances back in your direction, where you read from a library book you keep at your desk. You have no idea the fantasies he has in his head about you, your mind lost in your own world at the moment.

He’s just so uber extra pathetic in this one!!! Like he knows you’re way too good for him and he’s such a disgusting little perv about !!!!

[unholyhelbig]

Girl, when you gonna stop talking and start posting Caitvi??

Title: One Enchanted Evening

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Summary: The year is 1945 and Caitlyn Kiramman knows that Violent Lanes is meant to be seen by design when The Circus of Zaun rolls into town. The garish production stands out among the perfect southern town of Piltover, much to her father's dismay. Caitlyn can't help but fall for the magical pull of a world so different from her own, despite the secrets that lie just behind the striped tents and sweet-scented air.

Warnings: Blood, religious trauma, punching, abuse, drug abuse (Shimmer ofc), religious idealizations, snakes, use of the word freak in a derogatory way, general violence, let me know if I'm missing anything pls. [Obviously did not proofread so, that's a given one]

[A/n: Shockingly enough, I've never written for Cait and Vi before but I've spent the last month absolutely devouring all the arcane content so it was only a matter of time, don't you think?]

The attic carried a touch of spice that was reminiscent of clove, or perhaps it was cinnamon. It was familiar and warmed Caitlyn Kiramman with each breath she took. Stilted air that was seeped with warm sunlight through slatted blinds. Not much came through the oval window, all radiated from the pulpit below, packed with bodies much like a tin of sardines festering in oil and vinegar.

Sweat beaded against her brow, and she padded at it with the cloth folded neatly on the desk next to her. Caitlyn could feel the dampness at the back of her neck, the thin fabric of her shirt clinging to her back. She darted her tongue out and collected the salty taste from her upper lip, making sure she didn’t soil the paper she was working so diligently on. No, that wouldn’t do.

Her bare toes dug into the wine-colored carpet, damp and musty. She sat back carefully in the chair, her movements calculated as she stared through the wooden slats to the street below. The sun was awfully unforgiving for the time of day, just like it usually was through morning sermons when she was meant to mind her noise.

The sky was a clear blue, cloudless and a stark contrast to the sea of green that lined both sides of the single dirt road that led in and out of the town of Piltover. The church sat at the highest point on the hill, giving Caitlynn a view of Main Street. It boasted a capital building, a bakery, bookstore, hardware store, grocery, beauty parlor, and more that she could make out through the waves of heat if she squinted.

The town branched off into modest homes, and a fairground that hosted rodeos and cattle contests. Most importantly, they allowed the Kiramman family residency when the building they occupied now became overcrowded: Christmas celebrations, and Easters when too many children occupied the pews and weren’t corralled into a separate bible study.

Caitlyn longed for a day like that, a gulp of fresh air instead of stale recycled breathes.

When her hand became too slick to hold her pen correctly, she calmly set it down, swiping her palms on her pants to wick away some of the moisture. Each word needed to be legible. She could not afford to start over. Her mind felt muzzy, and her mouth was dry. She’d licked her upper-lip raw. 

It was the caravan that caught her attention first. Had it not been for the ugly growl it released, she’d of thought it just a heat-driven hallucination. Piltover was off the beaten path, a small southern town that one did not just stumble into, but people got turned around often enough.

Caitlyn stopped her musings once in a blue moon to track a car through the length of Main Street and that was often the end of it. What she witnessed now was different. This was a long line of cars, trucks, and trailers that hauled something. A production, perhaps, something that the likes of Piltover had never been privy to before. Something that would absolutely enrage her father.

Dozens of trailers attached to beaten down trucks, and wooden crates that carried things Caitlyn could only imagine in her wildest dreams. They chugged and hissed and tugged along like a band of feral animals.

She could only hope that the racket drowned out the noise of her pen rolling from her desk and clattering to the red carpeted floor with a dull thud.

If there was a God, he could spare her just this once.

The sweltering heat of the day rang true despite the sun just beginning to peak over the towns horizon. A white light grazing the tops of trees as they swayed gently in a warm southern wind. Vi didn’t care much for the weather down south, nor the noxious scent of the soil that filled her lungs each time she took a methodical breath.

Her sister’s lanky legs crowded the dash, body crunched up in the passenger seat of the old ford uncomfortably. She could sleep anywhere, soft snores and one cheek facing the open window. A redness adorned her skin, a maze of irritation around freckles.

The car jerked as she hit a chalky pothole, following the rest of the convoy towards their destination. Her fingers drummed on the wheel, powder-blue eyes watching the radio as Isha’s little hands moved forward and tried, yet again, to find a station.

‘The lord, they say he accepts all, the freakish, the deformed, and the damned’ The crackly words rushed through the old speakers of the truck. Isha steadied her helmet on her head and Vi darted her tongue out over the scarred split on her lip. ‘Here in Piltover we believe quite the same, yessir we do, with opened arms. We mold them in our image. We show them the light, guide them with a warm hand. Show them the ways of our mighty fine town. Isn’t that right?’

Vi reached out and shut off the radio before the righteous man could continue his spewing. They had been traveling the bible belt long enough to know that they were not everyone’s cup of tea. Isha didn’t need to hear any rhetoric and Jinx, even in her unconscious state, seemed to have an on-button that was linked to the word ‘freak’.

She’d been driving through the night and her eyelids were heavy with exhaustion. She didn’t’ have it in her to nod along and soothe the blue-haired-girls’ ramblings. To many, that’s exactly what they were. Freaks. It’s why people flocked by the dozen and thew money at them. They were a spectacle.

Vi fished the rolled cigarette from behind her ear and struck a match against the coarse leather of the dashboard. The sweet scent of smoke filled the cab, and she inhaled until her throat burned and her eyes watered. It would be enough to keep her awake until they reached their endpoint.

Isha huffed as they passed another flashy billboard for the very church they’d just silenced. The Kiramman dynasty and their damned oil painting had stared menacingly at them on most of the freeways once they crossed the state line and seemed to pockmark every turn since, even the dirt roads.

“Yeah kid, I think they’re assholes too.” Vi breathed out around the smoke, “The real freaks in these parts.”

She smiled, gap-toothed and crooked. Another pothole and her helmet slipped down and blocked her vision entirely, shaking the truck enough to stir Jinx from her tepid sleep. She groaned and breathed in the clove scent of the cigarette, the heat of the day.

By the time she’d popped all of her bones into submission they’d rolled into the fairgrounds that would be their home for the next two months. It looked much like the others that they’d inhabited, large enough for the whole spectacle.

Vi expertly parked the airstream next to the dozens of others, thankful for the mercy of shade and a chance to stretch her legs, even if she was met with stale air when she cracked the door of the attached trailer open in habit. She Shared the cramped living quarters with Jinx and Isha and sometimes Ekko if he was too blitzed to make it back to his own place.

She’d long ago gotten used to the different odors and liquids that came with her co-inhabitants on the road. Transients were not cleanly, nor were they polite, but they were at the very least respectful of their belongings and space. There was a habit to the Circus of Zaun. A pecking order. A well-oiled-machine.

They did not deviate.

The Lanes trailer was always on the end, closest to the town that they were stationed at. It was the nicest, the prettiest to look at; a shiny and beautiful silver that hadn’t been rusted over from the elements yet. If anyone from town took trouble with the Circus of Zaun, they’d take trouble with Vander Lanes and his hellishly strong and strange spawn.

Vander flitted around the fairgrounds themselves, a phantom among clown alley, the back yard, or the cook house. It was nearly impossible to track him down unless he caught a whiff of trouble. Then his solid form would conjure, and a meaty hand would press down hard on a shoulder when he was needed most.

Vander was not meant to be pushed and prodded, not with anything smaller than a broad prejudice and community pushback that was stronger than the ever-rising sun and pushing heat. That had shifted to his eldest. The Circus of Zaun’s resident Adonis.

“Violet!”

Her muscles tensed, forehead pressing against the reflective metal of the airstream. She instantly jerked back. Mistake- the heat unbearable, the burn impossible to handle. Isha hadn’t peeled herself from the leather of the Ford by the time the first demand was rolling Vi’s way, which was a personal record.

Overly warm hands grasped onto her bare arms. Somehow, they held more heat than the summer day. She could smell the fruity gum that matched the sweet voice that molded around it. Any annoyance ebbed away as she turned her head, thinning her scarred lips into a line. “Yes, Lux?”

“I didn’t want to bother your daddy none, but” her voice was hushed, voice thick and southern, nose pressed right to the tattoo under Vi’s eye. She constricted her hold, worrying her bottom lip.

“Out with it, already. I’m sweating bullets.”

She whispered rapidly “I lost popcorn.”

“You… lost popcorn?”

Lux let out an indignant squeak and buried her nose in the crook of Vi’s neck. It was thankfully a cool relief from the rest of her. The larger woman stiffly patted her on the back in a form of comfort, clenching her jaw.

It was unfathomable, really, losing a ten-foot albino Burmese python. They were meant to cage all of the live animals during travel for this exact reason. Lux had a special attachment to her snakes, especially popcorn. The reptile curled against her oiled skin as she eased swords down her throat, swallowed fire, ran her fingers across greased scales.

She valued physical contact. Clung to Vi now to ease her troubles. Tears soaked into her cotton tank top and the jaded pats on the back became more genuine, if not for a moment. “Relax, Lux. She couldn’t have gone far. We’ll find her.”

“Before Silco?”

Vi made a non-committal noise, one that was still a tad supportive all the same. While Vander would be furious about the escapee, Silco wouldn’t hesitate to take the sharp end of his cane and sever the head from the rest of the snake.

“She likes to curl up in dark places, right?” Vi dislodged Lux from her side “You check with the rousts, see if she’s mixed up in the wheel wells of the tent canvas’s. I’ll edge the alley way.”

As carefully as possible, of course. It would easy for Silco to slip into the shadows now that the engines were cooling. He kept his hands clean and wrapped in leather gloves, puffing blue smoke. He’d lay cards with Sevika. Occasionally Jinx.

He claimed the sun gave him a headache and he wanted to be at his peak for the show, putting on his absolute best for the crowd. It was important for the ring master to captivate the audience, the guide them, to keep them wrapped around his little finger.

Vi didn’t’ buy it. She never had. Silco wasn’t fond of her.

“What if he does… kill her, I mean. I’ll never forgive myself Violet. I’ve had her since she was a baby. Bought her off some guy in Greensboro when she could fit in the palm of my hand.”

“I won’t let that happen.” Vi wiped the sweat from her face with the bottom of her tank top, saturating the fabric, the next sentence felt blocky in her mouth. “I’ll kick his ass before he lays a hand on Popcorn.”  

The bruiser gave the contortionist another parting squeeze, letting the corner of her lip quirk up in a semblance of a smile before she backed away into the baking sun. How hard could it be to find a snake in the sweltering heat?

Caitlyn had bitten blood into her mouth by the time the rumbling Buick that she recognized as the Young Families. The red paint was muted, didn’t shine as brightly as the rest of the dynasties. Her father took his time helping young Viktor to his place against the white leather seating.

He shook Issac’s hand with fervor, cupping his elbow and nodding solemnly. It was a ritual, a broken promise that things would get better- that Viktors muscles would grow stronger with the power of prayer.

Though, he seemed to grow lither with each Sunday, the lack of sunlight making his skin paper thin, the dark circles under his eyes pulling him deeper into the bony hands of the earth. His coughs rattled through the church, attracted the brittle stare of Tobias.

Caitlyn could hear it through the cracks in the attic floor. She ached for Viktor. The swampy breaths she dared to pull into her own lungs did not crackle as his did. She often wondered if he would like to trade places with her, then quickly squashed the thought. What a silly thought it was.

The creaking of the stairs signaled her quick demise. She scrambled as much as her lanky, sweaty, body would allow. She hadn’t had a sip of water since the early morning light and struggled to move, to push in her chair and stand with her back to it.

The ancient lock turned the key in the door and her shoulders flinched before they steeled. Tobias Kiramman had the same azure gaze as Caitlyn did. It was guarded and cold but did nothing to stop the beads of sweat that poured down her face now. She attempted to swallow but was met with dust.

“The strangest thing happened,” his polished wingtip shoes sunk into the musted carpet like quicksand. “I was deep into my sermon, regaling my wonderful congregation about facing the giants within when something rattled from above.”

Caitlyn knew better than to speak. A drop of dampness was at his temple, riding the wave of the vein giving away his frustration. Her father hated nothing more than his thoughts being muddled. He stepped close enough for her to smell the cut of his aftershave, see the uneven job of his blade in his haste this morning.

His calloused hand shot out with the quickness of a snake and grabbed onto her face. Squeezing her cheeks with enough force that her molars cut stingingly into her skin. The taste of metal recoated her tongue and gave her something tangible to swallow.

“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places"

Ephesians 6:12. She knew it. She had written the sermon that he preached from his chest and with so much confidence. She wrote every sermon without fail. Tobias believed that pain and suffering motivated a flawless performance, locked her away like a princess in a tower to sweat it out of her.

She found an odd solace in the silence it provided. If she was up here, choking on the heat and the word of the lord, then she was away from his silvery gaze. He craved quiet and quiet she was not. The older she got, the more defiant she became. Caitlyn knew that she scared him, in rare moments when rage overtook her. Now was not one of those times. She was limp in his arms. Too wrung out to fight.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, girl?” He spit it like a slur, shoving her back and into the desk. The wood of the hand carved chair struck her spine and jolted pain up to her neck. She stuttered out a breath.

“There’s a circus.” Caitlyn deflected, reveling in the quick quirk of his brow. She dragged her pale, shaking hand across the rusted blood on her lips. If she looked too closely at the Rorschach stain it would make her dizzy. “At the fairgrounds. I apologize. It caught me off guard.”

He made a dissatisfied noise in the back of his throat and gazed out at main street. Seraphine’s Dinner was packed with vehicles that had just left service, others filling up on groceries and gas. Piltover was coming alive. They were noticing the tents that were growing on the backdrop of the fairgrounds, quick to rise, quick to dominate.

He mused aloud, voice holding a true southern wonder “Now, I wonder if Mayor Medarda approved of this. Did Mel say anything?”

“No, Sir. She didn’t.”

“Simple tourism isn’t enough these days.” Tobias tsked, shaking his head. “It’s a shame a city with as much prestige as this has to resort to simple party tricks and vermin to drum up revenue.”

Caitlyn did not speak but released the smallest of breaths. It wasn’t relief, maybe the smallest bit of hope. He had forgotten his earlier anger for the fallen pen. The interruption for the very sermon that she had scrawled the week before. It was haste. A mistake that she should have been more wary of.

Tobias squinted through the sun-spotted window. A trio of children rode their bikes along the sidewalk. Two men spoke in an animated argument on the courthouse steps. Camille Brackern dropped her keys as she struggled to open the doors of her bookstore, not once, but twice.

Caitlyn’s father struck her with the back of hand. Hitting her with enough force to knock her to the thick red carpet. A grunt pushed past her lips, her nose breathing in the rancid scent of the floor. His class ring cutting into her cheek and spilling blood. She blinked the white spots from her eyes and focused on the poorly tied laces of the shoes she’d shined that morning.

“Mind your manners, Dear Caitlyn.” he said stiffly, walking towards the door as she panted deftly trying to find her bearings. “For I do not wish to wrestle against my own flesh and blood.”

There was a distinct darkness that fell over Vi the second she entered the brawn of the Alleyway. Circ’s enjoyed their privacy where they could salvage it. They savored awnings and large pieces of tin that they could fasten between trailers and caravans that would create a town of sorts. Long stretches of land that would waft with different scents and lifestyles.

Each step impeded property. Vi didn’t push the boundaries of strays. They bared their teeth and licked their jowls. Mostly bark but with a few that nipped what skin she did agree to bare, which was not much.

There were faces she had been raised with, but there were those that were naive enough to think they wanted this. Most of the time, they were hopped up on shimmer. Their eyes would glow a demon pink and their lips would be chapped in a maze of blood. Vi stayed far away from them. Far away from the deeper parts of the Alleyway.

Silco, she was sure, supplied their dirty habit and led the roustabouts like a pack of hungry hounds.

God, help Popcorn.

Her boots crunched against the gravel. They’d set up just as fast as Vi had. The crackle of a portable radio tickled her ears in the filtered light, the shade drying the sweat to something taut on her shoulders. Her nose picked up the scent of grease slapped into a pan, spam frying up with fresh ranged eggs.

Her stomach clenched in hunger. She’d swallowed a few mouthfuls of sour candy that Jinx had bought somewhere along the side of the road, and it scorched her throat now. Grey eyes flitted about restlessly. It would be foolish to drop to her knees and search the grassy canals for the writhing creature.

Vi held her shoulders back and walked with an heir of confidence. Her Circus. Her Zaun. Her livelihood. Her Circus. Her Zaun. Her livelihood.

Under it all was the cool realization that Silco held a darker control. He pedaled the drugs that Vander was too trusting to see. His heart was too tender, his smile too wide. She knew that foolishness was reserved for those tacked onto the worst jobs in the company, but it ran deeper than even she wanted to admit.

She walked deeper, breathed shorter. She was feeling lightheaded. Blush eyes tracked her from darkened trailers, peering past speckled windows. She did not look away. How could she? Their stares were normal in the light. They shined in a way that convinced the patrons that everything was fun. Everything was fine. That it was okay to smile.

There were no cracks in the exterior. The Circus of Zaun shimmered. Of course, it did. Silco and Vander made damn sure of it in different ways that Vi turned her back to in degrees that she wasn’t proud of. Money exchanged hands and blood was spilled. It wasn’t of her concern. Not until a slow-witted serpent named after a fair food slithered away.

A cold hand clamped down on her shoulder, heavy and unmoving. Panic moved through Vi, rancid inhale catching in her chest. She moved quickly and slammed the stranger against the nearest caravan. The white tin crunched when Vi pushed the length of her arm across the offenders chest.

Sevika was effectively pinned, a goofy smile on her face. The woman towered over Vi, but they were equally matched in strength. She would be unable to handle the elephants if it were any other case. She commanded them with too much ease to provide the brawler with any comfort.

Vi pushed her boot into the mud, giving her a critical glare. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“You’re the one that’s got me pinned. What are you doing so far back in the Alleyway, Vi?”

Every part of her that was pressed against Sevika suddenly felt like it was muzzy. She peeled herself away as if burred. The woman smelled smokey, ashen. She was wearing a set of muddied cargo pants and a white shirt, speckled in the same dirt. A piece of straw that she typically provided her animals hung loosely from her plump lips, she used her tongue to sweep it from one side to the other, sneering down at Vi.

“I can go wherever the hell I want.”

“Mm,” She hummed, taking a step forward. Vi hated the way she instinctively took a step back. “Your daddy know you’re back here?”

“I’m looking for something.”

Vi ducked her chin down and slammed into Sevika’s shoulder as she continued her journey down the designated path. Her eyes swept along the welcome mats and the flags that boasted about different cities, hometowns most likely forgotten. Another wave of hunger hit her when she inhaled something that was scented of Italian origin.

“Didn’t know you were into that kind of thing, Vi. Thought it was only your sister.”

Her boots came to a squelching stop in the tarred mud, fingers digging into her palms. Little half-moons stinging into the pale ripe flesh. Her eyes fluttered close for a moment too long and Sevika’s hulking heat was closer than it was a moment before.

She needed a moment to steady herself, chest suddenly tight and aflame. She’d felt this once before, this choking desperation to locate a pocket of air where one was not present. She was with Claggor, Mylo and Lux’s own brother, Garen.

They were so sure that they had figured out the headline act in the Water Cell escapist trick. Garen had watched his uncle escape countless times before and had walked Vi through it. She hadn’t expected the water to be so cloudy, so frigid. The restraints around her ankles were tighter than she expected and her muscles contracted and cramped in an odd way that made her pull water into her lungs.

By the time Vander pulled her from the tank, she had lost consciousness and was spewing a mix of bile and water onto the dirt floor. She had never been so terrified, trembling in his large, steady arms. She’d scratched pink lines into his skin, clung to him as if she’d never find solace on solid ground again.

Vi turned her head, clenched her jaw, voice a low menacing growl. “What did you say?”

“Don’t tell me Jinx already sped through her last supply?” Sevika tutted, rounding on Vi once more. She didn’t want to look at her, clenching her eyes shut. She was afraid she’d cave in the woman’s jaw if she opened them. “And sending her sister into the ways for a second dose in a week. Now that’s just pathetic.”

There was a calm, rational way to deal with this and it wasn’t in the Alleyways. She didn’t trust Sevika as far as she could throw her. The woman wanted to rile Vi up. They’d often brawl once she was one or two drinks in. Two towns back, Vi had sent her through a crate of apples for looking at her the wrong way.

Loris had to separate them before more fists were thrown. It gave Vi a sick sense of satisfaction that the scab above the woman’s eyebrow was still sporting a nasty yellow puss. Part of her wanted to file this taunt away for later, but it still nagged at the edges of her mind dangerously.

“Jinx isn’t on shimmer,” she scoffed. “You’re full of shit.”

“You’re more than welcome to ask Silco yourself. Or you can pull up a sleeve. Peer into her eyes. I know you’ve gotten knocked on your ass more times than you can count but there must be something left in that thick skull of yours.”

Sevika crouched close enough that Vi could smell the steaming whiskey on her breath, could feel the tickle of the hay clamped between her teeth. There was a sweetness to her odor that made her want to vomit. “She’s a pusher, just like your mama was. Nothing but a sump rat.”

An undeniable rage boiled up inside her, so potent that it made her see red before it made her see nothing at all. Vi moved her head forward and slammed it into Sevika’s with enough force to drop the woman into the mud, flat on her back. A pile of pure muscle and contempt.

She saw stars for a moment, flashing in front of her vision. A wave of nausea hit her that she quickly swallowed back, blinking up at the tin roof that shielded her from the harsh light of the sun.

Vi’s chest rumbled as caught her breath, perfectly content to leave Sevika here until someone found her and dragged her back to her own hobble to stave off whatever headache came crashing down.

A shrill shriek moved through the Alleyway, a few trailers down. A roustabout, she was sure. “A snake! Oh my god! A snake!”

“Fucking hell,”

 Vi’s pounding head dropped, her fingers squeezing the bridge of her nose. She needed a moment before she stepped over Sevika’s hulking frame to claim her prize. At least the woman was right about one thing. Violet Lanes had a fucking thick skull.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Flight Practice

Aug 14th, MD Week, Prompt "Flight"

“Um… N?” Uzi's voice was warbly and wary, peering down over the top of a building into the jungle of jagged concrete below, the only light being the ethereal glow of the gas giant and it's orbiting moon to illuminate the broken city.

“Yes?” Her companion replied, cheer written into the base-code of his voice no matter his mood. His silvery hair taking on an almost angelic appearance in the light, a halo of golden lights above his head that served as his eyes. His visor displayed two golden ovals, and his mouth was upturned in a beaming smile.

“I don't know about this.” Uzi looked back at him with her purple eyelights displaying her apprehension, her purple locks becoming slightly disheveled in the breeze, a beanie keeping most of it safe, though her mouth downturn into a frown.

You see, she'd asked N tentatively to give her flying lessons after a sudden and violent transformation that had her murdering and eating a good portion of her classmates during a school trip. And since then, she'd been itching to learn how to use her new wings.

She just… kinda expected them to start on the ground.

“This is the best way to learn how to fly! If you're already high up, then we've already gotten halfway there, right?” N kept his chipper attitude, circling behind her and leaning down to be eye level. Uzi wasn't so confident… the ground looked a long way away.

“I don't even know how to take off! What if I fall?” She replied, throwing her hands forwards and gesturing to the 40 story drop that was laid out in front of her. The disassembly drone in front of her chuckling in return, his much larger frame contrasting with her much smaller one.

“Then I'll catch you.” He assured, releasing his own, bladed wings from his back, making him look all the more angelic as light filtered through them.

Uzi herself took a deep breath, looking back down at the drop before her, and her companion put a heavy, metallic hand on her shoulder.

“You've got this, and I'll be here every step of the way to get you through it. Okay?” He smiled down at her, golden eyes soft and kind as he cocked his head like some curious puppy.

Uzi felt heat come to invade her face, violet LEDs lit up on her visor to mimic a human blush, and she averted her eyes to the concrete roof to avoid looking at him any longer.

“Okay. Fine.” She huffed, only making her much more cheerful companion smile brighter, showing off his fangs.

“First step, bring out your wings.” He backed away gently flapping his own wings in her direction while gesturing to her, she looked down at herself before squeezing her eyes shut and focusing hard on trying to summon her own wings.

She pushed and pushed, but nothing was happening except her face turning more purple as she tried harder and harder, the joints on her mechanical body groaned as she strained them, and small beads of sweat formed on the inside of her visor.

“Woah, Woah! Hey, don't blow a gasket!” N crouched down in front of her, both hands on each of her shoulders as he flashed her a wary smile, “What’s up buddy?”

“Uh… I don’t know how to bring them out, I wasn’t really trying to last time.” Uzi explained, bring her hands together to wring them as N put his thumb and finger underneath his chin, sticking his tongue out as he thought. Uzi couldn’t help but laugh at how silly he looked, which may have been the entire point in him doing it.

“Well… maybe think about how it felt to have them out? Not hungry, obviously, but maybe something you enjoyed while having them out?” He suggested, backing away once more, “Whenever I want my wings, I just think about how nice it is to fly around!”

Something she enjoyed? It wasn’t a lot. She was terrified out of her mind when she’d been transformed and went crazy.

Though… even though they had been falling, talking with N had been really nice, he’d been so understanding, and didn’t once judge her or look scared…

“Hey! You did it!” She heard him exclaim, and she opened her eyes in surprise, not even realizing she’d closed them, she looked backwards and found the dull purple, tattered looking bat wings unfurled from her back, her tail was out too, looking at her curiously. She gave the wings an experimental flap, stretching them out and examining them.

“Awesome! Now all you have to do is crouch down-“ He crouched down, wings spreading out behind him before he lept up into the air with a single mighty flap, sending the newest layer of snow that had fallen onto the roof out in all directions. “-and jump while giving your wings a good flap, you don’t have anti-grav though, so make sure to keep flapping!”

She did her best to mimic his pose from before, crouching down and spreading her wings out behind her, in contrast to him, the lighting did her little favor, instead of being angelic her leathery wings made her look more demonic, the veins within the thin membrane shining through.

Then she jumped, trying to time her flap to be at the same time. And found herself going forward and upwards quickly, she felt herself smile, she did it! She took off! That wasn’t so hard!

Until the second and third flap, where momentum and inexperience caught her off balance and she went tumbling forward into a spin, hurtling to the ground at high speeds.

“OOOOH SHIIIIIIIIIIT” She yelled as she flapped her wings frantically to try and right herself, only causing her to spin faster and making her dizzy, she saw each story fly past her at insane speeds, this was it, she was going to go splat on ancient pavement and be nothing but a black stain on the ground.

She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable, but found it never came. Instead, she landed in a pair of large arms and a warm chassis, which she immediately and instinctively grabbed onto like a cat about to come into contact with water. She trembled as she wrapped her arms and legs around her savior, not caring if she looked silly or not at the moment.

“Well you took off! You just couldn’t stay up…” N laughed, finding a golden blush gracing his face at their proximity, it wasn’t often Uzi was affectionate, even if at the moment that was due to fear. “You good?”

“Y-yeah.” She replied, unconvincingly, and when they reached the top of the building again she was reluctant to let him go, at least until it became slightly awkward and she forced herself to.

“Maybe we can try another way?” N hummed, looking out over the city until a figurative lightbulb appeared over his head. “Hey, I have an idea!”

He bent down in front of her, and pointed to his back, a beaming smile on his face. “Hop on!”

Uzi blushed once more, looking away and out over the building before sighing and clambering onto his back, where his hands came to grip onto her legs, and they took off into the sky, going even higher then before.

“Okay Uzi, spread your wings!” He said once they were gliding high up over the layer of thick fog that clung to the buildings below them, Uzi felt her nerves alight as she looked down.

“What?! It’ll create too much drag! I’ll fly off!” She yelped, gripping onto him more tightly then before.

“No you won’t, trust me!” She grumbled, squeezing her eyes shut and spreading her wings, slowly letting go of N as she felt herself suddenly become weightless.

“Open your eyes!” N’s voice was somewhere below her, and reluctantly she did, finding herself gliding unaided, her wings stretched out above her and the wind whipping up around her, held up by her own wingspan.

“N! I’m flying!” She belted, not feeling this excited once in her entire life, sure she was loosing altitude slowly, but the feeling of the wind underneath her wings was so… freeing.

“Kinda! You’re gliding! Now try flapping!” He was flying belly up, ignoring the laws of physics with his anti-grav just so he could remain where she could see him, and he could remain in saving distance should she start falling again.

She flapped once, the air catching underneath her and bringing her upwards, she smiled as she was brought up closer to the clouds, and found herself laughing as she did it a few more times, enough so that her back touched the underside of a cloud and her wings parted it, leaving her mark on it.

N came up directly below her, smiling as she began to let herself loose altitude, giving her two dorky thumbs up as she giggled at him, a blush on her face she didn’t even try to hide.

“You’re doing great! You can angle your wings to go left and right!”

She did as she was told, tilting her wings so that she tilted left and right as she glided through the air, she got more confident, getting used to the feeling underneath her wings.

“This is amazing!”

N had never seen his friend this happy, and she was doing miraculously well for someone with as little experience as she had, he laughed as she figured out how to force herself downwards, gaining a little bit of speed as she went.

“Just be careful, it’s kinda foggy and any lower there might be-“ A building whipped past him, startling them both as they both looked ahead. Tall dark shapes stretched out before them, hidden by the fog but even from here they could tell that the buildings were dense. -“BUILDINGS!”

N switched over to flying belly down, using his sensors to try to map his way through the quickly approaching buildings even through he couldn’t see them very well, he tried to look for Uzi, but couldn't find her before he had to dodge another building.

Oh no… there was no way Uzi was going to get through all these buildings with her experience, and he couldn't slow down in time without risking hitting a building himself, he frantically looked around, trying to place her.

Finally, he did, just in time to see her come face to face with a dense fallen buildings, and he readied himself to go to catch her when she clipped one.

Only she never did.

She zipped past the first one, expertly gliding into a small hole and popping out the other side completely unscathed. N was taken aback, impressed with the skill.

A flag pole came into view in front of her and she angled her wings to flip over it, body arching to move out of the way and ending facing the same way she started, her face was determined and focused.

It was so… foreign. The way she moved.

He was much too heavy to consider moves like that, dodging buildings at high speeds were difficult, even for him. But she was light enough and small enough to flit over and through buildings no problem.

Another collapsed building got in her way, and instead of trying to dodge it, she scrabbled up it on all fours before taking off again, gliding from building to building without thinking twice.

It was like watching a dance, and he couldn't help the gold tinting his cheeks as he watched her spin into the air to glide through a shattered window, she was beautiful… she was-

“Agh!” He crashed headfirst into a building, chassis crumpling painfully as all of his forward momentum was suddenly stopped by a surprisingly solid concrete wall, the wall cracked when he made contact with it, creating a loud and echoed crack!

And he fell, systems going dark before he hit the ground…

… Rebooting …

“N! Oh robo-god, are you okay!?” There was a voice calling his name and flurried movement above him, every joint and plate he passed ached, and his mouth was uncomfortably dry.

“Eugh…” Was the first noise he made, voice plagued by radio-static and a million miles away, Something thick, warm, and sweet entered his mouth, making him sigh in relief.

His visuals became more clear a moment later as his nanites repaired his flattened body, Uzi was hoving over him, completely unharmed as she held a worker drone arm in her hand, it was still leaking oil. Though her visor was streaked with worry.

“Holy hell, you scared me! Your visor was dark for twenty minutes, I thought you were dead!” Her violet eyelights were filled with tears threatening to fall, and despite feeling like he'd been crushed in a compactor, he couldn't help but feel his core-beat speed up at the though she'd been so worried over him.

“Nah… M’fine. Been through worse.” He croaked put, even though he couldn't remember another time where he could feel his arm snapping back from being turned the exact wrong way.

“How did you hit something and I didn't?” She asked, after another minute of checking him over and seeing all the places his nanites were repairing.

He blushed, so his visor must be fully functional again.

“Oh uh… I got distracted…” He smiled, though awkwardly, now probably wasn't the time to tell her it was her he was distracted by.

“Pfft, see something shiny?” She teased, causing him to laugh too as he felt the last of his wounds get sealed up and the pain slowly subside.

“Yeah… something like that.”

[mistydeyes]

Hi! I don't think your rules link on your master list is working? (It might just be the Tumblr app being silly) but I've like to request a COD fic with a reader who has a moderate to severe penicillin allergy is accidentally given it while out in the field. Cut to the 141 ripping the medic who didn't check the medical tag a new one and being all protective and shit.

omg nooo thank you for bringing this to my attention, I'll get it fixed bc I love it when y'all request things! I absolutely love this idea too!

Just a little PSA but penicillin allergies are SERIOUS. If you have one, you are automatically not allowed to get anything related to penicillin (including amoxicillin, ampicillin, etc). You also are limited in your drug selection as people with severe allergies can't get any similar antibiotic drugs such as cephalosporins. You may experience hives, rashes, and even anaphylaxis if administered. So it’s always important to have a note in your medical file and notify any medical professionals about the nature of your allergy.

Okay, my little pharmacy soapbox is over, let’s move on to the blurb.

warnings: depiction of wounds and violence, swearing

pairings: 141 x g/n!reader

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You were the newest member to join the 141. Excelling through your training, you were eventually handpicked by Captain Price to join his team. You were known for your sniper skills, rivaling that of Ghost. You were even more known for your call sign. In your years of being in the army and part of SAS, you became affectionately known as 'Plaster'. Your buddy came up with it as you had been the only one in the squadron to never need to go to the infirmary (avoiding cuts and bandages aka plasters) and also were notorious for outdrinking any recruit that tried to challenge you.

That's why when you ended up in the medical tent with an infected cut, the 141 boys were surprised. Before your intake, you had been providing overwatch on a building as Gaz, Price, and Soap infiltrated. Ghost was in the building across from you, also providing support. As you checked your sights, you immediately heard Ghost over the coms yell, "Behind you!" It was too late as the enemy had taken the opportunity to pull you by the legs and begun to swing his knife. You tried to react quickly but ended up with a slice to your arm before Ghost could take the man out. You knew once you recovered Price would be teaching you a thing or two about hand-to-hand combat.

However, he would have to wait as you had woken up that morning with a high fever. The cut was shallow, only requiring some soap and water and a simple bandage. Somehow, it had become infected. You groggily went to the field hospital. Once there, they removed the bandage and saw the area was red, extending past the initial wound. The field medic brushed it off, saying they would prescribe you some oral antibiotics for a little more than a week. As he cleaned and redressed the wound, he handed you a small pill bottle with ‘Augmentin’ written on it. Before you left, you popped the small, oval pill into your mouth and were sent on your way.

As soon as you exited the tent, you made your way back to your own to get some rest. Your tongue felt puffy in your mouth as you navigated through the maze of tents. Maybe you had bit it in your sleep?

You walked in and sat on your cot, noting Soap sitting across from you in his. You then felt slightly out of breath but assumed it was due to the humidity and sand debris in the air. You lay down, listening to Soap recount the successful mission before you began to hyperventilate. You felt like you were drowning as you tried your best to breathe.

"Oi, are you okay, Plaster?" was all you heard before the world went dark.

When you woke up, you were surrounded by your concerned squadron. You looked around and realized you were in the medical tent. As you tried to sit up, Price put a hand on your shoulder and lightly pushed you back down.

"God, Plaster you gave us a heart attack. You went into anaphylaxis," he began and you were shocked. It wasn't like you were allergic to peanuts or anything but then you realized you were allergic to ampicillin. Something you had learned after a childhood run-in with meningitis.

Price confirmed your suspicions as he added, "that fucking muppet of a medic gave you amoxicillin/clavulanate. Apparently he hadn't realized you were severely allergic to all penicillins," he said through gritted teeth.

You realized that must have been what that white pill was and mentally slapped yourself for the mistake.

"I'm sorry, guys," you began to say as you looked around at their faces. They looked so worried for you and you felt stupid for the simple mistake.

"Ah, it wasn't your fault, Love" Gaz spoke up. "Plus, the 141 got to show the medic what happens when you almost kill our best sniper."

You laughed as Soap described how once the field medic rushed in with an Epi-Pen and they carted you off to the tent, the boys confronted the medic. Apparently in his haste, he had overlooked the very important note that you were not to be given anything related to penicillin, including the prescribed Augmentin.

"You should've seen his face when Price lifted that poor fucker," Soap laughed loudly. "Better yet, I'm sure he pissed his pants when Ghost walked over and held him by his collar. Ghost is one scary motherfucker." To this comment, Soap received a slight slap on the back of his head.

You were appreciative of their efforts but couldn't imagine the lashing they would be getting from their superiors.

The ever-quiet Ghost ended the story by saying, "It was just a little taste for all of what you went through. I'm glad you're doing alright despite that idiot."

You cracked a smile as you lay in bed, appreciating your teammates who defended you like brothers.

As they left you to rest, you could hear Gaz whisper, "You don't think the laxatives in his tea were a little much?" You realized that this medic's life would be made a living hell for the remainder of your tour.

Years later it became a running joke. As you sat in the bar recounting stories of your service, Soap loudly joked, "And to think, Plaster almost got taken out by a little cut and some medicine." That earned him a hard slap to the back of the head.

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a/n Did anyone else watch NCIS? every time someone mentions getting a slap to the head, I think of Gibbs.

[evermourning]

'𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. ⋆｡˚❆

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

WC: 2.1k

Summary: He always knew you would be the one for him. From the moment he met you. And now, he plans to love you eternally. In every lifetime.

A/N: It's Margaret day (Dec. 18) so here is a lovely oneshot in honor of it <3 This song is so beautiful to me and I hope to portray it into words by the very best of my abilities.. also Fem!Reader is mentioned once or twice but anyone can read regardless of gender!

Ever since you were tiny, with small hands that could barely fit around your father's, you've dreamed of this occasion. You've dreamed of the flowing white silk adorning your frame, the vibrant flowers clasped in your gloved hands, the melodious aria playing in your ears as you walked down the aisle something akin to a movie.

In your dreams, the figure waiting at the altar ready to intertwine his soul with yours has always been a mystery, shrouded in a milky fog you rendered impossible to push away. So you'd wait. Wait until the time was right and the sun would shine, clearing the fog and bathing your husband-to-be in golden light.

You know now that man is Christopher Bahng.

From the moment he smiled at you for first time, everything everywhere in the universe came to a screeching halt as you felt yourself falling for him. For the scrunch of his nose and the crinkle of his dark, soulful eyes. For the way the sight of his dimples made your stomach flutter with delight. You knew from the start that at the end of the day he would be yours. He would be the man in your dreams, hidden by the fog.

Now those wishes have come true, and more than you could ever imagine. Life with Chan is simple and sweet. You've always craved the intimate domesticity you saw emanating from movie couples, the cuddling and the kissing and the little acts of service that proved they knew each other better than anyone else.

Life isn't exactly like the movies, though. You aren't stupid. But Chan makes it feel that way. He makes your heart pound with adoration when he comes up behind you while you're making dinner, wrapping his arms around your midsection and pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You swoon whenever you open your eyes to see him staring at you, a saccharine smile upon his perfect lips. You are blessed to even think about spending the rest of your life at his side. It was always a hope, a wish.

But now, as you stare at yourself in the oval mirror, your body adorned in hues of white and a lacy veil upon your head, your wish has been fleshed out and exposed. It is quite simply, a miracle. And now, a reality. It hits you like a truck. You are getting married. To the love of your life, your first and final flame. In less than an hour, you will have the sacred right to call Chan your husband, to raise children and grow old with him. A single tear slips down your face. It is the first of many that will flow like a river today.

From the tent where you've spent the last three hours getting ready, you can hear quiet conversation and a soft symphony playing as people get to their seats. Chan must already be up there. Your heart rate quickens. Will he like how you look? Will he think you're beautiful? It's a foolish thought, as you know to the very depths of yourself that Chan loves every single atom in your body. He loves you when you are at your happiest, your smile bright enough to power a city, and he loves you at your lowest point, falling apart in his arms when you think you cannot do a single thing right. To him, you are the very oxygen that keeps his lungs working and his blood pumping.

Your bridesmaids come up to you, whispering words of encouragement with wide grins before they are whisked away. One after another, you hear the 'oohs' and 'aahs' from the crowd. You fight urges to peek outside. You and Chan had both wanted a more private wedding, opting to only invite family and close friends. And it was 100% worth it, you wholeheartedly believe. Although the promise of loved ones cannot quell your shaking hands and beating heart. You fidget with your hands, waiting until it is almost your time.

You sigh with relief once Minho, your longtime best friend, slips into the tent, smiling sweetly at you as he takes your hands in his.

"You look amazing. God, you're all grown up now." his voice is filled with multitudes of love for you. From the moment these dreams began as a child, you've known Minho was going to be the one who gave you away. He's watched your heart get broken time after time, comforting you each and every time as gently as the first time it happened. And then, because of him, you met Chan. You will forever be indebted to him. "Are you ready to go? They're all waiting for you. You're going to stun them."

And you nod, a nervous smile upon your lips as Minho links his arm with you. The music crescendos as you step out, and all eyes fall on you. They gasp at the sight of you, people clutching their chests with excitement. You can't help it. You beam, your face radiant.

You don't want to look at Chan yet, still taking in the scenery. The venue is outside, not a single discrepancy in the beautiful sunset. The color theme is white, matching your attire, and paired with the vibrant green vegetation, it looks absolutely divine. Your bridesmaids are giggling and waving to you, unimaginably proud of how far you've come. You pass Chan's family, soon to be yours, and his mother places a hand over her heart in silent gratitude. A thank you, for being her son's one true love.

When you look to the right, you see the remaining six of Chan's boys, dressed to the nines and watching the scene with utmost excitement. You can't help but chuckle when Felix wipes a tear away, eliciting merciless teasing from Jisung and Hyunjin. But even from here, you can see they have watery eyes too. They have nothing but adoration for Chan, and they are your family just as much as they are his.

Then, your eyes fall on Chan. His jaw is to the floor staring at you, taking in every inch of you. When you step up the altar opposite him, he is quick to take your hands in his. His voice is shaky as praise falls again and again from his full lips.

"Oh my god, you're beautiful- you're so- I can't even find the words for it. You've enchanted me. I can't speak." Noticing him getting flustered, you snicker. The officiant unfortunately interrupts your moment.

"May we begin?"

The first part is a blur, the only part you vividly remember and will forever cement into your cerebral is Chan squeezing your hands tightly as he looks deep into your eyes and says the two words that will change your life: "I do."

He never once looks away from you. Not when the officiant cracks a joke or two that bring his infamous dimples out, not when he is carefully slipping a silver wedding band onto your ring finger. When he is done, he lifts your hand up and presses a chaste kiss to the ring. It sits right alongside the brilliant diamond he proposed with, and the crowd releases a collective "awww". When you put his ring on, you do the same. It is a sign of respect and equality. There will never be an imbalance between you.

And finally, it is time for the vows. You wrote these the day after Chan proposed. You knew exactly what you'd been waiting to say to him all this time.

"This feels unreal to me. I still can't believe I'm standing here, about to tie the knot with the only person who has ever made me feel this way. I've never been so giddy when I'm around someone. I've never been so lonely and mopey when you're away. I want to spend every waking moment thinking about you if we are too far away from each other to touch." He's about to cry, it's so obvious, so you rub soft circles upon the skin of his hand. "Love is an inexplicable thing. It's fickle and can be mean, and I always thought it was out to get me. But I was wrong, because I was blessed with you. Love is far too soft of a word for me to use, because the way I feel about you could never be explained. I could dig through every page of every book, meticulously searching for the right term to use, but it would be to no avail. So you must trust me when I say that I love you, although there is so much more complexity than just those three words. Trust me when I'm falling apart and trust me when I'm doting on you like there's no tomorrow because just know that you are making all of my childhood wishes come true by being you. I promise to love you even when your hands are gnarled and you complain a bit too much about your back hurting. I'll love you when you finally become the old man Seungmin is always telling you about. And finally, I'll love you because you make me human."

The audience takes a moment for your words to register, before it is Chan's turn to say his vows. He takes a moment to compose himself before he begins, his eloquence taking everybody by surprise.

"Thank you, angel. That was beautiful. I still remember the first time I saw you. I was at Minho's birthday, and it was getting too stuffy, so I went up to the rooftop to catch my breath. You were up there, in all your beauty, and I swore I wanted to marry you right then and there. Your hair was blowing in the wind and you were wearing white, and I was like 'Shit. You're gonna be mine one day' because I knew that you were trouble and I didn't care because I would go to the ends of the earth for you to even look my way. It was then, I knew. I knew that you would make me the happiest man on Earth. I knew that I would love you for the rest of my life, even if you didn't feel the same. I remember our first date, when we curled up on the couch together and we watched 'Tangled', and the way your eyes lit up at Flynn and Rapunzel's relationship, and I knew instantly that I was going to give you something so much better. Your body is my home, and your arms, my shelter. Our youth may fade, but our love will never be anything finite. Our souls are intertwined now, tied together by the string of fate that led us here. I will search for you in every lifetime. Even if you are on the other side of the world, I will travel the seven seas for even a glimpse of your face.l love you, forever and evermore."

His words are like a drug, seeping into your system and mellowing you out until you can only think of him. You tune out the ceremony until you hear the words you've been longing for ever since you saw him.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!" And in the blink of an eye, Chan's arms are wrapped around you so tightly you fear your body will disintegrate if he loosens his hold on you. His lips are on yours, kissing you with so much passion and intensity that you two are one. When he finally pulls away, he wraps his arm around you and you look towards your friends and family with a smile. Now comes the final part of your ceremony. The sky has mellowed out now, a shady of navy blue speckled with shimmering stars that you would never see in the city.

Hand-in-hand, you kneel down beside a lantern with both of your names inscribed upon it with a heart. Together, you light it and lift it up so it dances in the breeze, traveling up, up, up, until your love has reached the heavens. You watch it go, your head on Chan's shoulder and his arm around you.

"Thank you for loving me." you whisper in his ear.

"Don't thank me like this is a chore, it is a choice. And from now until the end of time, my choice will always be you."

@evermourning, ©2023. all rights reserved.

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I have a request. Im going deaf and use asl. Can you write a fanfic with Joel or Frankie or Javi or Marcus or Pedro being married to a deaf woman? Falling in love dating and marrying? Post outbreak? It can be trying at times for me to date. And I love the smut and fluff 😜 thanks

For You

Pairing: Javi G x ofc Ally

Word Count: 2700+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I got a request from @jedi-in-crocs : I have a request. Im going deaf and use asl. Can you write a fanfic with  Joel or Frankie or Javi or Marcus or Pedro being married to a deaf woman? Falling in love dating and marrying? Post outbreak? It can be trying at times for me to date. And I love the smut and fluff 😜 thanks (Ally)

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Market day in Mallorca was always a beautiful affair. Rows and rows of tents adorned the streets, bursting with vibrant colors of fresh fruits and veggies, various paintings, clay jars and mugs, the smells of homemade snacks and treats filling the air as people bustled past each other, lightly bumping shoulders with each other as they set their eyes on something they want. 

But Javi's favorite row was for the flowers. Beautiful blooms and plants bursting from various pots and glass jars, some massive and sitting in large pots on the ground, other small and dangling in the air at the end of macrame chains. He stops to look at each and every one, touching some of the petals or leaves and smiling to himself before moving on to the next. 

But today is different. As he nears the middle of the row of tents and tables, he notices a new vendor. Her area was smaller than the others, but the plants and flowers she had were breathtaking. Bright colors and green leaves strategically placed on a couple of shelved hand carved wooden tables created this ambience of tranquility despite the bustling crowd. But this was nothing compared to the woman in front of him, straightening up from placing the last of her pots on the ground, gently dabbing at her brow to rid her skin of the few beads of sweat that had accumulated. She turns and jumps when she sees Javi staring at her. 

"Oh!I'm sorry I didn't see you. Welcome! Is there anything specifically you're looking for?"

He's momentarily speechless, her green eyes shining up at him, her face framed by her auburn hair, the sun catching it at the right angle and making it glow. 

"I… I don't.." Why can't he speak? She's staring at him, a friendly smile on her face as she studies him. 

"That's ok. Are you looking for a gift for someone? Your mom or significant other?"

"Oh, no. My mother has passed and I am not… I mean, I don't have…" Javi sighs. "I am single."

Is he imagining the slight flush to her cheeks at his answer? Her eyes flick away from his for a brief moment before returning, her cheeks still a slight shade of pink. 

"Well then.. are you new to plants?" Javi nods, trying to regain his composure. "Ok great. Then may I recommend…" She looks around for a few moments before reaching for a plant with green oval shaped leaves cascading down vines out of a small hanging planter. She turns and holds it out for him, his breath catching in his throat when their fingers touch briefly at the exchange. She clears her throat a moment layer, shaking her head. 

"I uh… this is a pothos. Very easy to take care of. Water once a week or so and make sure they get some light. They're pretty sturdy."

"Th-thank you, miss…"

"Ally." She extends her hand and Javi shifts the pot into his left hand, extending his right to shake hers, his body nearly shaking when they touch. He hears her breath catch as well. Could she feel the same? 

"I-"

"Hey lady! Do you have any monstera?" A large man pushes his way past Javi, nearly knocking him over to stand in front of Ally. 

"I uh…yes. Right here." As she shows him the plants, he proceeds for tell her some long winded tale of his own garden, her eyes flicking back to Javi apologetically. After several minutes it becomes clear that he won't be leaving soon and Javi had to head home for a meeting. He sighs, pulling out some money and setting it on the table for her. At the last minute he decided to write a little note, taking the pen and paper she had set there to make notes about plant care for people. 

I hope this is enough. I'll be back next weekend to make sure.

Javi leaves the paper and makes eye contact with Ally, her small, sad smile and nod indicating she saw him leave the money. 

Javi can't stop thinking about her all week. 

—----

Javi returns every weekend for 2 months. At first, he makes up excuses for coming, looking for plants, what does a slight discoloration mean, anything he can think of to talk to her. He's never been very good at flirting or picking up signals, but she laughs at all of his jokes, blushing whenever he compliments her, and he swears he's caught her more than once checking him out. 

One weekend, Javi decides enough of enough- it's time to ask Ally out. Mayne just for coffee so if she says no, he can cover it up as a just as friends coffee. Or a thank you coffee. Something. 

Javi walks to her stand, waiting a moment to watch her, back to him as she moves about arranging her plants, her fingers lightly brushing against petals and Javi imagines what it must feel like to have those same fingers brush against his skin, digging into his arms as they meld their bodies together…

He shakes his head. Now isn't the time for lewd thoughts. It wouldn't help his nerves. Javi stops at the entrance to her booth, giving her space to move about. 

"Hi Ally. Got anything new today?"

She doesn't turn around, still moving about her plants. Javi clears his throat a little louder than he normally would. Still, she doesn't move. No turning to give him her brilliant smile that warms him up. Did he do something wrong? Say something wrong? His brain works fast, playing through all of their interactions. Nothing seemed amiss. Could he have misread something? 

"She can't hear you." The vendor next to Ally says as she comes to stand next to Javi. 

"What?"

"Her aids are being repaired so she doesn't have them today."

His eyebrows pull together. "Aids?"

"Hearing aids. Did you not see them?"

He hadn't. He was too taken in by her sweet words and gorgeous eyes, her obvious love for the plants she so lovingly cares for. When he doesn't reply, the woman turns more towards him. 

"She's losing her hearing. It'll be totally gone one day, I think. At least that's what she told me. She taught me some basic signs too in case she didn't have her aids. Lovely girl."

Javi watches the back of Ally, still tending the plants she loves so much. "I have to go. Can you tell her 'Javi has some work to do but he'll be back soon?'" 

The woman nods and Javi thanks her, turning promptly on his heel and heading straight for his car, pulling out his phone to call his assistant to help him with his task. 

—----

A month later, Javi nervously approaches Ally's booth. What if she's mad at me? I hope I did not distress her too much. He swallows hard, taking the last few steps to her booth, watching her brush dirt from her hands, fingers rubbing gently on the gardening apron she always wore. She turns and sees him, eyes locking on his as she freezes, her eyes studying him, her focus slightly upset. She opens her mouth to speak but before she can, Javi raises his hands, willing the nerves to leave him as he starts to move. 

[Signed]"I am sorry I have not come. Your neighbor-" He points to the lady in the next booth over. "- told me about your hearing and how you use ASL-"

Her eyes well up. [Signed] "You know ASL?"

Javi shakes his head. [Signed] "I didn't. I spent the last month starting to learn it for you."

Pure shock flashes across her face as she points to herself. [Signed] "For me? Why?"

Javi takes a few steps towards her, closing the distance between them. He brushes a short strand of her auburn hair from her face, the sunlight glinting slightly off of the tiny tube connecting her hearing aids to the ear mold and he smiles, meeting her eyes. 

[Signed] "Because I always want to be able to talk to you, hear your thoughts. Anything you have to say."

Their eyes lock onto each other and he glances down at her lips, slightly parted. He brings his hands up slowly to cup her cheeks, giving her every chance to pull back. Instead, she grips his shirt, pulling him closer as their lips meet, soft and wanting. He wraps an arm around her, pressing his tongue to her lips as she eagerly responds. After several seconds, the lady in the booth next to Ally clears her throat and Javi pulls back, glaring slightly at the woman. Ally follows his gaze and looks at the woman, who is now smirking. Javi puts his finger on Ally's cheek, turning her head back to his. 

[Signed] "Will you have dinner with me?"

Ally smiles wide, brightening the entire area and warming Javi up as she nods enthusiastically. "I'm free tonight?"

Javi chuckles. "I'll pick you up at 8 for dinner."

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Javi thinks he's never seen someone more beautiful than her. The dress she wore fits her perfectly, enhancing her physical features, but it's more than that. As Javi listens to her talk about cross pollination, he watches her confidence grow with her excitement about her plants, a non stop stream of words and he drinks in every one, his chin leaning on his fist as he watches her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

"And oh my God I've been talking the whole time, haven't I?" She blushes, hiding her face behind her hands, elbows propped on the table.

"No, no. Please continue. I love watching you talk."

She lowers her hands and looks at him. "Watching me talk?"

"Yes. The way your passion for what you do pours out of you, touching anyone near you." 

Her face heats up more and she fans herself for a moment. "You flatter me too much, Javi." 

He catches her eye and signs. "That's because I really like you."

As dinner continues, he learns more about her. Her childhood, how she ended up in Mallorca, how her illness is causing her to lose her hearing, eventually a total loss. So she wanted to spend time listening to the small sounds, the way the wind moves through pine needles, the way water splashes against the leaves, the way grass flows against the breeze. 

"Can I show you something?" Javi asks as he nervously offers his arm to Ally as they exit the restaurant. She takes it almost instantly, leaning into him and making his ears feel warm. 

"Of course. Anywhere you'd like to go, I'm there."

Javi helps her into his jeep, driving back towards the compound. The guards let him in and he drives down the winning dirt road, turning down a nearly hidden path. He follows it down until it clears a little, overlooking the water. He reaches behind him, grabbing a thick blanket from the backseat before getting out of the jeep, walking around to offer his hand to Ally, helping her out of the jeep. Their fingers lace together as she follows him towards a small, clear space where he puts the blanket down, spreading it out. He offers his hand again, grinning at Ally as she sits, laying down next to him when he lays down. 

"You see those stars there?" He points to the sky and Ally follows his fingers, squinting at the rapidly darkening sky. 

"Yeah I think so."

"That's the Scorpius constellation."

"Really?"

"No idea."

She laughs, turning her head to him and finding him already looking at her, a faint smile on his face. She watches him back, eyes roaming over his handsome face, with his prominent nose and curls you just want to touch. She leans in and Javi meets her halfway, their lips crashing together as she slides her fingers around his head, tugging at the curls at the back of his neck. Javi feels his pants tighten even more and he pulls back, his eyes moving between hers, his eyebrows raised in question. She replies by gripping his shirt, pulling him to her as she unbuttons his shirt, sliding it off his broad shoulders, only breaking the kiss for Javi to toss his shirt somewhere over his shoulder, both of them giggling as he lays her back, slotting himself between her spread legs. 

He holds himself above her, his soft lips pressing to hers as he grinds himself against her, feeling her heat beneath his pants. Then her fingers are at his pant line, fumbling to open his button and the kiss breaks, his forehead pressed to hers as she manages to open the button, sliding his pants down just enough for him to spring out, hard and wanting. He pulls his head back just enough to look at her, his own lust echoed in the depths of her eyes.

[Signed]”Are you sure?”

She nods. “Yes. Please, Javi, I need you.”

He slides his hand up her bare thigh, pressing his fingers between her thighs and moaning as he feels how wet she is for him, her own moan at his light touch mixing with his. She grips his hand, showing him how to touch her, his thick fingers sending jolts of pleasure out from where he touches her. But then he pushes her panties aside, Ally silently grateful for wearing a dress as he touches her, his skin on hers, sliding his fingers and touching her how she showed him. Her release comes from nowhere, a loud gasp and moan coming from her as her back arches, her body tensing with pleasure. Her back lowers, her chest heaving as she looks up at Javi, his eyes nearly black in the low light and she wraps her legs around him, trying to get him to move. He smiles and presses his hips forward, slowly pushing into her as he watches her face contort with pleasure at the feel of him stretching her open, small pants puffing out into his face until he bottoms out. Javi stays like that, pulling out only a little before pushing in, just to give her a moment, until he feels her hands grasping at his back, her heels digging into his ass and he gets the hint. He sets a comforting pace, not too rough and not too light, adding in his signature thrust that has her pulsing around him, his name tumbling from her lips as he comes with her, unable to resist the feel of her engulfing him. 

They stay like that for several minutes, her fingers lightly tracing a mindless pattern across his sweaty, bare back, their breathing syncing together. Slowly, Javi pulls out, a hiss on his lips as he pats at the ground for his shirt, helping to clean her up with it before himself. He chucks the shirt on the ground again, laughing lightly with Ally before laying back down, pulling her close to him as he feels her hand on his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of her head as they watch the stars. 

6 months later, they get married, happy to spend the rest of their days with each other, thankful that Javi stopped in the market that day.

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Okayyyy so here’s a thought that made me happy

After the Emperor shields Kar’niss from the Absolute, (pretend his mind is restored too) and everyone is chilling at camp, Kar’niss goes up to Tav and is trying to figure them out. Where did they come from, why did they save him, etc.

So he goes up and starts waving his pedipalps and front leggies around them, smelling and tasting the air around them, basically just going 🤨🧐

And Tav just stands there calmly sipping their tea.

If Kar'niss is no longer simpin' for the Absolute then his horizons broaden dramatically. He likely hasn't been around anyone who doesn't insult him at every turn or make outlandish demands. I think he wouldn't know what to do with himself at first, now devoid of his prior purpose. Desiring stimulation of some sort he would stalk Tav and company from the shadows. If they're in an enclosed space then he'd likely be glued on a wall somewhere or wandering at a high vantage point.

He'd conclude that this group is most peculiar. But none fascinates him more than Tav, his savior. He watches them from a distance at first as he's fully expecting to be betrayed in one form or another. It's what he's accustomed to. As time marches on and the rug doesn't get pulled out from under him he will become a bit more bold in approaching others and integrating himself into this bag of misfits. Soon he'd discover that everyone in camp is as damaged and traumatized as he is. He's not alone.

Now he comes sniffing around Tav. A silent guardian that watches everything they do during their downtime. Do they have hobbies, interests or other noteworthy quirks? What can he do to show gratitude? In time Tav would go to their tent and find little gifts waiting for them. A shiny rock, articles of clothing, weapons, balls of webbing formed into various shapes, and so forth. When Tav peeks out of their tent they'd see a collection of reflective ovals peering from the darkness in their direction, quietly anticipating the reaction to his offerings. Kar'niss has evolved from enemy to a devoted companion. Tav has earned his loyalty through patience and understanding, two things the drider wasn't afforded in life before.

I think it's a cute scenario the entire way around and very viable in terms of canon. Kar'niss is like the other companions, broken and lost. With some TLC he will come around and become Tav's shadow. The more those pedipalps wiggle the happier he is and that thought makes me smile.

Also, that gif is too cute. Wittle baby, I hold gently.

Thanks for the ask!

[draw-ren-draw]

Avantris Comic Scripts #3 Often when I get ideas for comics, I break my panels into scripts first. These are less prose-y than fics but still contain dialogue and basic interactions. This is a jokey followup from the concept of my last one, be sure you're up to ep:56 to avoid spoilers!

Shaky Origins (spoilers up to ep: 56!) [A snippet exploring how Torbek may have met Carnival Lecroux based on my favorite theory: that The Duke/Gorebek is the original inhabitant of their shared body and it is Torbek who came second. A lot can happen to an cursed amnesiac. Especially around Carnival LeCroux.] * * * * *

It's a pleasant sunny day near Carnival LeCroux where a Bugbear stumbles out of the brush, blood on his hands, matted fur, drink on his lips and not a single thought in his head. In his claws he tightly grips a piece of torn parchment with chunks of it missing. He squints at it, willing the foreign characters to make sense. He can't remember a thing! Where is he? How did he get here? Who... is he?? He feels like he should be able to read this but the letters don't quite look right. They dance in front of his eyes as he desperately tries to pick out any of them. He points at each in turn, sounding them out. They almost seem to say something like… "Torr... Bek?" He murmurs it again and stares deeply at the writing. Parchment taking up all of his focus, he wanders forward into the carnival proper.

???" You there? You one of mine?"

The bugbear holds the paper, paralyzed as he tries to form one coherent thought, but all that comes out is the last thing he read. "T-T-orbek…?"

Kremy grimaces, smelling the boozy breathe on the bugbear, almost regretting his choice to interact with them at all. Kremy: "Ooh, you reek. You must be one of mine. Listen, what did you say, 'Torbek?' That your name? Whatever, look Turkbek just go use those long arms of yours and get those patrons down." With a wave of his staff, he gestures to the oval-shaped legally distinct 'herris' wheel that has clearly broken down full of riders. Kremy: "Drink break is over." Utterly stunned and still unable to get a grip on reality, the bugbear can do nothing but follow the alligator ushering him toward the broken down ride.

It doesn't take the bugbear long to fulfill the order and he tries again to collect himself as he stands amid the bustling carnival, confused once more. A Tabaxi comes jogging up Frost: "You, you're.. Torbek, was it?" The Tabaxi squints at something he has written on papers.

"Torbek.." the bugbear shakes, wide eyed, trying to cling to the one rational thought he can. So much is happening--!! Frost: "..Right, listen, Kremy just needs you to fill out these forms, I don't care if you don't have a resume, but all the new hires need to." Frost shoves the papers into his hands, continuing to hurry to the next pressing task in his clearly full day. He points one last time before he departs. Frost "Come turn them in later-!"

Hand now full of employment pages, 'Torbek' stumbles, starting to wander again. Who are all these people?? This paper says his name is Torbek, so is that his-- He walks past a goblin, who is manning a small stall. Gricko: "Oh hey! Kremy Finally hired another goblinoid! That's nice, always been waiting for that. Anyway it's me lunch break, gotta get a goblin surf n' turf if you know what I mean, ohhh I'll catch ya later!" He laughs, clapping Torbek on the back and shooting finger guns Gricko: "Thanks buddy!" Left alone at the stall, the bugbear sits down, ignoring everything but the papers in front of him. Undeterred his customers just help themselves to his game. He checks the paper again. It has Torbek on it. Is that his name? It must be, everyone else seems convinced of it! He takes a deep breathe, confirming it for himself with a nod. "…Torbek i-is. Torbek." ???: "Torbek huh? I've heard of weirder" He looks across his stall to see a tent of clowns, Chuckles shoots the bugbear a knowing look and gestures at the state of him. Chuckles: "More like 'Torn-bek', in more ways than one! Ah-hoho-hah! HEHhhheh... workshop it…" The Clown mumbles, stopping to write something down. Gideon enters from the right, we hear him before we even see him "Man, I hate walking past the clowns." Gideon: "Hey turkey or whatever!" The Bugbear jerks in place. "Come on, Kremy needs ya." With a groan, 'Torbek' follows obediently. It seems his day is not going to get any easier... * * The camera pans out * * From afar, a figure watches the once proud and ruthless Duke of Iron and Glass meandering around some shitty carnival like an absolute fool. Something had gone very wrong, or very, very right.

Bonus joke panel of Gid and Krem 'ironically' shacked up, chilling after hours: Kremy: I don't know how you pick em gid but at least you got a new hire this time. Gideon: [Internally] Huh did he? He must have, he was just that awesome.

[123countwithme]

Starry Night

Fandom: Imagination Movers

Summary: friends, games, and stars. Sounds like a fun-filled way to spend the hours of the night before bed.

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"Welcome to the glow-in-the-dark room!" Scott announced as he held the door open for all the movers and Nina to enter.

"We've got everything that glows in the dark in this room." Rich picks up a glow-in-the-dark soccer ball tossing it from hand to hand.

"How do you keep everything glowing if it's always dark in this room?" Nina asks picking up a frisbee.

"It's not always dark in this room. You see we've rigged the door so when the door is shut the lights turn on." Dave explains.

"But the doors shut now why isn't the light on?" Nina questions checking the door is shut.

"Here I'll show you." Dave opens the door to see the other side. "The door knob has a button usually where the keyhole is right?"

"Right." Nina nods along.

"When you press it" The room becomes bright "The lights come on" Dave gestures to the bright room.

"Doesn't it waste a lot of power keeping the lights on in here all the time? Especially when it's this bright?" Nina covers her eyes.

"It doesn't stay on all the time it's on a timer."

"Like a nightlight!" Scott adds in.

"Like a nightlight" Dave repeats, smiling and pointing at Scott.

"You guys are so clever" Nina pats Dave's shoulder.

"Thanks, Nina." Dave chuckles shrugging lightheartedly.

"Dave catch!" Smitty throws a ball to Dave. But Dave fumbles the ball causing it to end up on the floor.

"I've got it" Nina picks it up. "Ooh squishy" She throws it back to Smitty.

"Look what I've found!" Scott emerges from the depths of the glow-in-the-dark room.

"A ball? I've already found one of those Soctt." Rich holds out the soccer ball in his hands to Scott.

"Yes it is a ball but it's no ordinary ball it's a" Scott flattens the ball with his hands and the movers let out a collective gasp. Nina stood there confused.

"A phlat ball!" They all cheered.

"What's a phlat ball?" Nina tilted her head.

"A ball that can be flattened like a frisbee and then once thrown will pop back up into a ball. watch." Scott throws the frisbee to Dave and as it's flying through the air it pops open and back into a ball for Dave to catch.

"WOAH!" Nina gasped.

"Pretty cool" Dave flattens it and throws it to Rich.

It then turned into a game of catch with everyone evenly spread out passing it to one another.

"Too bad this room isn't big enough to spread out more," Dave said.

"Yeah it's fun playing catch but it's way more fun doing it in a larger area." Scott agrees.

"And then we could use the rule when it goes all the way around the circle we all take a step back and see how far we can make the circle." Smitty flattens the ball and passes it along.

"Eureka!" Nina shouts.

"Woah I think she's got it!" Smitty lifts his hat up and down.

"How about we go outside to the park the oval it has is massive?" Nina proposes.

"Let's do it!" all the movers agree eagerly.

They all traveled off to the park in the dark.

...

"Best idea ever Nina!" Rich says. But Nina can't hear him. None of them could hear one another since they were up to 70 backward steps already. They were all getting weary from having been playing for hours on end. Smitty's whistling got everyone's attention as he rounded everyone up.

"That was a great game everyone," Smitty said.

"Very well played indeed." Rich nodded.

"But I'm glad we stopped playing I'm getting *yawn* tired." Dave shook his head to keep himself awake.

All the others agreed it was getting late and they needed to rest.

"The stars are very pretty tonight," Nina said as she gazed at the stars.

"Kinda makes me wish we didn't have to go inside to sleep." Scott puts his hands on his hips looking up with Nina.

"Maybe we don't have to." Smitty thought.

"What do you mean? we have to sleep Smitty we can't not sleep." Rich gave Smitty a questioning look.

"We could use the tent." Smitty snaps his fingers.

"The big one?" Dave clarifes.

"Oh yeah, the big one." Smitty nods.

"Good thinking Smitty" Dave nods in time with Smitty.

...

They set up the big tent in the backyard. Nina pegged it into the ground with the help of Warehouse Mouse, Scott and Rich held the tent up, and Smitty and Dave put the pieces together. Soon enough the job was done.

"You guys were right it is a big one" Nina places her hands on her hips.

...

They all placed their sleeping bags on the floor of the tent.

"I know you said you wanted to still see the stars but the tent roof is in the way." Nina snuggles into her sleeping bag.

"Now for the cool part about this big tent." Rich unzipped the roof cover leaving the bug net and the stars above.

"Ahh so nice." Smitty laid back in his sleeping bag looking up at the sky.

They all nodded silently watching the night sky come alive for what felt like hours until one after the other everyone started to fall asleep. Smitty was the first to fall asleep.

"Smitty? he's asleep." Scott looked over to Smitty. "and he forgot to take his glasses off." Scott leaned over and gently took them off Smitty's face placing them away so no one would break them.

"Doesn't he normally take them off before laying down?" Nina asks.

"He normally does but I think he wanted to see the stars for longer," Dave replies.

"Smitty can't see the stars with his glasses off. He says he sees specs of white." Scott chimes in.

"Makes sense for him to want to see them as much as he can." Nina stares into the sky.

...

Soon everyone was fast asleep. The gentle night breeze swept through the penguin huddle of friends. Everyone had a smile on their face. This was certainly a night for the memory book.