#The magnificent hair swoop

[wastingyourgum]

New still of Stede and Mary in S01e10 from the BBC's episode guide for Our Flag Means Death

[fruityfroggy]

Imagine just waking up with your hair looking like this

JUST. IMAGINE.

[fowlblue]

toying around with my Foxy design...

[lxvvie]

Being in a relationship with Leman Russ would consist of:

Flirtation. Heavy flirtation on Leman's part. Unabashedly so.

And staring. The way Leman stares at you is intense. If it were anyone else, they'd be understandably unnerved, but you're used to it. Still, it doesn't stop you from getting a little flustered and Russ smirking in response.

Just as Freki and Geri guard Leman, so, too, do they guard you. And enjoy the pats and scritches. One of the main reasons the Wolf King pursued his relationship with you further was because they were so receptive to you.

Similarly, the Fenryka have taken to you like none other. The Wolf King's mate, just as worthy to defend and fight alongside as their sire. Pity you can't drink as much as they can... or can you?

If you thought Horus would never let his partner's feet touch the ground, Russ has his brother beaten. On his lap you'll rest and on his lap you'll remain, one of his large arms wrapped comfortably around you. If he had his way, of course. Which he mostly does.

Leman being a cuddle monster. Or cuddlewolf. Or Cuddleprimarch. Whichever. Preferably naked on his part, too, because he REALLY loves your body heat. No, really. He does.

Because Russ is one of the few primarchs who is quite public with his relationship, you're one of the more visible and publically acknowledged of the spouses. Not as much as Horus's is, but you're up there.

Spoiling you. Perhaps a little too much. Oh, what the hell...

Leman thinking you're magnificent when you're angry. Or flustered. Or fighting. Or all three simultaneously. He'll tease you just so you can get flustered.

Similarly, you tease Leman about his ruminations whenever he drops the Fenrisian barbarian schtick because it's reminiscent of his brother. Which brother, you never say, and the ambiguity of it all is enough for Leman to hit you with a colossal side-eye that has your stomach aching from laughter.

While you most certainly love to assist in braiding Leman's hair up, there's nothing quite as wonderful as feeling the entirety of his mane brush against your skin, a majestic curtain if you will, especially when he corners you and swoops down for a kiss.

[fatuismooches]

On a rare outing outside of the lab, Dottore introduces you to some of his "friends."

(In other words, Dottore is secretly a corvid lover [also cats but that's for another day] and helps you befriend the little guys because you're a lil jealous. Fragile reader. Also a lil body worship at the end because he's soft ueueue - he undresses you so non-sexual nudity as well, also kisses your thighs a lot.)

Going outside was always a special occasion for you.

It had taken ages upon ages to convince Dottore to let you roam the snowy landscape, and it was only recently when he finally let up. Your health was one of the few things he refused to change his stance on, extremely hesitant to take risks unlike his other experiments. Even a tray of his favorite sweets and a shoulder massage daily couldn't shake his will.

However, it was inevitable that one day he'd have to change his mind. Nothing could last forever, and that included your smile, especially considering your condition. But Dottore would, to his utmost ability, make it last as long as it could. And that meant eventually giving up his long-held conviction if it was ultimately for your benefit. Dull eyes and solemn looks from you were a sight he'd prefer to keep unfamiliar.

And so, with much preparation and thought, and confused agents thrust out of the lab to shovel snow in advance, he had introduced you to the real Snezhnaya. The Harbinger had yet to take you to towns and such, settling for just the surrounding area in the middle of nowhere, but it was still enjoyable. In truth, it had actually become some sort of treat even for him and his segments, being able to see you like this. Your wide eyes sparkling with curiosity, his hand firmly planted on yours, you two taking turns talking at lengths about many things. (Thankfully, the snow seemed to magically ease up on these outings, courtesy of Her Highness of course.)

Today was one such occasion. He had decided that a breath of fresh air would do you some good, and so the two of you were walking a familiar path that never bored you. Though, every time you two would walk a little further than before or deviate a bit from the normal course.

However, if you had to complain about one thing, it was the extent of how Dottore bundled you up for the weather. Seriously, you probably had every type of gear possible for the weather on and you probably looked a bit ridiculous, but you know what, it was worth it. Unsuccessfully throwing snowballs at Dottore and being unable to escape him was worth it.

You were still growing used to the cold blowing against your face, but regardless you still appreciated the fresh air. You never realized how stuffy the lab could get until finally tasting a few snowflakes. And the trees, the wildlife, the sky, the clouds, Dottore taking a break with you, the way his hair would be dusted with snowflakes... everything was wonderful!

But the peacefulness was suddenly interrupted by loud cawing that sounded awfully close. It nearly made you jump a bit, pulling away from being cuddled into your lover's arm. Dottore, however, didn't look fazed and instead paused with a sigh.

"It looks like they're here again," he sounded a bit fed up but you could also detect some underlying affection, an unheard-of occurrence except when it came to you.

"What do you-" Before you could finish your sentence, a sudden flash of black swooped in front of you and then circled back around you, making you start. The fluttering of wings and excited caws were loud as your husband set out his arm.

And then a magnificent black bird perched on Dottore's outstretched arm as if it belonged there, shaking off any remnants of snow. A crow, to be more specific, you think at least.

To put it briefly, you were quite speechless while Dottore acted as if this was nothing out of the usual. The crow continued cawing (in fondness if you had to guess) and hopped closer to the Harbinger's face, pecking at one of his long, thick hair bangs.

"... You had crow friends and you didn't tell me?" You sent him an utterly betrayed look. How lucky was he to somehow gain the trust of these wonderful creatures and act like it was no big deal! Dottore only scoffed in response.

"They are not my friends," the man clarified, as he continued walking ahead of you. "They began to approach my segments and I a while ago for some odd reason, and-" in the middle of that sentence, even more cawing resonated throughout the air and yet another crow swooped in, this time landing on his shoulder, "... wouldn't let up."

You had to say, he looked completely adorable like that, acting grumpy from the couple of crows that now surrounded him, even more had come to visit, playing in the snow by his feet. (Acting as if he didn't give them small pets when he was alone.)

If only you had your Kamera, this would be an excellent photo for your collection. Another crow had flown up to his arm and had come with a single Mora coin in its beak.

"Wow... they bring you gifts!" You watched in amazement as the bird placed the gold coin in Dottore's palm.

"Occasionally. Just shiny things of little value," he replied as he stroked the crow with a single finger that clicked happily in response.

Well, even after four hundred years, you still learn something new about your husband every day, huh... could you call him a crow whisperer? Though you were content watching the scene from the side, you did desire a bit of attention too.

"Come closer," Dottore beckoned you closer and you slowly inched your way to him, a bit afraid of driving the birds away. At least they seemed to trust you a tiny bit, considering how close you were with Dottore...? Maybe.

"Here," out of nowhere he had produced a small bag of unsalted nuts for you to feed them. He said they're not his friends and yet he bought food for them... yeah right... but you didn't comment.

Immediately, the crows' attention was on the delicacy you held in your hands. You didn't think they'd trust you enough to eat from your palm, so you placed them further in front of you. The birds cocked its head and cawed at one another before cautiously approaching the nuts you had offered to them. You wondered if they were discussing you.

"They don't like me as much as you..."

"Yet," Dottore corrected you. "It's only natural for them to be wary. They've just met you." That was definitely true, but you were also convinced Dottore had a special knack for this. Lucky him... you wanted to pet a crow too. Your disappointment was always obvious to your husband as he offered you a solution.

"We can come again tomorrow and visit them if that's what you wish." You instantly brightened and would have tackled him then and there were it not for the crows perched on him.

"Yes, please!"

—

By the time you got back, all the excitement had left you feeling tired and in need of rest, probably a nap. And even with some layers on, the cold still seeped into your body, making your muscles a bit stiff, but thankfully Dottore always made sure your room was well-heated. Still, you were feeling a bit too tired to start removing all of the clothes you had on. Though your husband was already on the case, his hands on your shoulders.

"You don't need to," you tried to convince him but Dottore rarely ever took 'no' for an answer.

"I want to," he stated firmly before peeling off your sweater and setting it to the side.

"Thanks," you murmured shyly as he removed the rest of your upper-body clothing, and then got to work pulling off the rest, leaving you nearly nude save for your underwear. You awkwardly played with your fingers, a bit too nervous to make eye contact with him as he shuffled about for a new change of clothes for you. But soon enough he was back with something warm.

Dottore kneeled down in front of you (the very act of that made you heat up a great amount) and patiently pulled up a pair of socks on you. You still focused your attention elsewhere - you could never seem to look at your husband properly when you were this exposed in front of him, so you would just wait until he fully clothed you again.

That was until he decided to lather your legs in kisses. You had almost not realized it until he began to graze you with his teeth, bringing the tiniest bit of pain to your pleasure, emitting a squeak from you.

"A-Ah! Hey, what are you..." you turned your head to squint at him, and the words went dry at the sight before you. There he was, kneeling before you as he cupped the heel of your feet while his face was nuzzled into your calf (in part to prevent you from kicking him accidentally, yes, you had done that before - poor, poor, Beta...)

"... Doing." Your words had come out with far less bite than you originally planned. Dottore was obviously aware of this considering the smirk on his face. The man only hummed in response, seemingly thinking of a good response when in reality he was just taking the opportunity to trace along your body some more. His languid yet heated touch made you feel like you were burning up with embarrassment.

"I'm going to get cold, so you best hurry up," you tried to sway him to rid yourself of his intent stare but of course, nothing ever worked with this man.

"Is that so?" Dottore questioned before suddenly yanking you so that your thighs were hanging off the bed some more, making you yelp. "Your body seems quite warm to me," he observed sinking his fingers into your thighs before placing another kiss in between them. The worst part was that he wasn't even wrong.

You let out a content sigh as he continued to nip and kiss your thighs and stroke the sensitive flesh, not bothering to fight it anymore as your hand had found its rightful place buried between his soft hair.

"So good for me, aren't you? Now just relax..." His words were somewhat of a drug that made your eyes flutter and your body melt. It was a bit embarrassing as to how easy he got you to agree, but at least it went both ways.

Dottore's hand then wandered up to your chest and pressed it against where your heart lay, feeling the beat of it against his palm, worshipping you like how the most faithful believer would worship their Archon - no, perhaps even more, the concept of divinity paled in comparison to you. Yes, the Gods left an unpleasant taste in his mouth, but you would do just perfectly.

And who were you to deny him that?

... Yeah, you could definitely get used to this treatment some more.

[lamemaster]

A Secret Garden

Request: me (hehe)

Pairings: Thranduil x Illyrian reader

Genre: fluff and feels

Summary: The forests of Greenwood were brimming with fae, imps, valkyries, Illyrians, and whatever those horses with horns on their heads were called.

AN: I think Greenwood exists out there somewhere hidden from canon. That's where Maglor lives, probably. Thranduil deserves a baddie. I don't make the rules.

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Contrary to the usual, casual belief, Legolas’ mother is very much alive and thriving within the halls of Greenwood the Great.

And yes, it is Greenwood the Great. Mirkwood was merely a convenient front. A grim veil to dissuade would-be intruders.

That includes the so-called "statue of the Queen," which, for the record, looks nothing like you. Truly, Thranduil outdid himself in selecting the most unlike-you statue and crafting the wildest tale of gems and tragic loss.

Your husband, the King of Greenwood, was a mastermind. A ruler so adept that his kingdom flourished for millennia without enchanted rings or the guidance of the Valar. His conniving brooding ensured that his people prospered in secret, while the world saw only a shadowed, forbidding forest.

As for where the real Greenwood the Great lingered during those turbulent times? That remains a mystery. Its shifting location shall not be revealed here.

This tale, however, concerns you, the Queen of Greenwood the Great. Mirkwood, for all its legends, lacks a queen. It possesses only the image of a bitter, widowed king clinging to a fading world and a son growing restless with time.

Thranduil was a vessel of theatrics and drama.

You, on the other hand, were content in your hidden kingdom. Three thousand years of seclusion had yet to yield a Turin or a Maeglin to wreck your haven, and for that, you counted yourself fortunate.

As for what you are? Most guesses would not quite be accurate. Not quite an elf, in the not-quite-elven kingdom of your husband.

The forests of Greenwood were brimming with fae, imps, valkyries, Illyrians, and whatever those horses with horns on their heads were called.

You were one of them. Or, more accurately, an amalgamation of many. Yet the great, leathery wings at your back made it clear that your Illyrian ancestry dominated while the rest of your gene remained suppressed only to peek upon close inspection.

And how, you ask, did a lowly bastard with wings become the Queen of Greenwood the Great?

That tale begins long ago.

Thranduil had been lost for days, his once-pristine robes torn and muddied, his sword arm aching from constant readiness. 

The air of the forest felt different here, heavier, charged with an unfamiliar magic that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He had strayed far from the borders of his father’s palace, lured into unknown territory by the magnificent silver fawn.

They were like nothing he had ever seen beasts in the shape of men, with great bat-like wings that cast shadows over the forest floor. Runes glowed faintly across their arms, swirling and shifting like living things, their meaning lost to him. 

They didn’t kill him outright. Instead, they toyed with him, driving him deeper into the woods, their eerie laughter echoing around him like the rustle of dead leaves. Every so often, one would swoop low, slashing at him with claws or the sharp edges of their wings, drawing blood but never a fatal blow.

Thranduil’s breath came in ragged gasps as he stumbled through the dense undergrowth, his usually keen senses dulled by exhaustion.

That was when he found you or, rather, when he collided into you.

One moment, he was running, heart hammering in his chest, the laughter of his pursuers closing in. The next, he crashed into something-someone, so abruptly that the force sent him sprawling to the ground.

Disoriented, he scrambled to his feet, sword raised, his golden hair falling in disheveled strands around his face.

You stood there, unmoving, watching him with a curious tilt of your head. Your wings extended slightly behind you, the moonlight falling gently onto them. 

Not unlike his hunters, Runes spiraled faintly along your arms. With broad shoulders and visible strength of muscle lining your body, you were what he assumed to be an Illyrian. 

The Illyrians were brutish fighters. An army with no leader. Children of the night. No one in Greenwood had seen them. Most were reluctant to seek the bunch that were rumored to make a stew out of anything and everything. 

“What are you doing in Illyrian woods, elf?” Your voice was calm, almost bemused, though your eyes betrayed a hint of irritation.

Before Thranduil could respond, the sound of wings beating the air filled the clearing. His hunters emerged from the shadows, circling above. They slowed at the sight of you, their jeers fading into uncertain murmurs.

One of them dropped to the ground, his cruel grin faltering as he addressed you. “Captain,” he sneered, though his tone carried a note of wariness. “We didn’t realize you were… entertaining guests.”

Your wings flared slightly, and the runes on your arms pulsed in response. “He is no guest,” you replied coolly, stepping forward. “But nor is he your prey.”

The hunter hesitated, his confidence waning under your sharp gaze. “We were only—”

“Leave,” you commanded, your voice carrying a weight that stilled the air. 

The hunter glanced between you and Thranduil, clearly torn between defiance and self-preservation. With a final sneer, he launched himself into the air, the rest of the group following in his wake. Their shadows vanished into the trees, leaving behind an uneasy silence.

Thranduil stared at you, his sword still raised, his mind racing to make sense of what had just happened. “Who are you?” he demanded, though his voice cracked at the most unfortunate pause. 

You turned to him, your expression unreadable. “I might ask you the same question, elf.” 

Thranduil hesitated before he answered “I am Thranduil, prince of Greenwood.”

Your lips curved into the faintest smile. “A long way from home, aren’t you?”

Before he could reply, you turned and began walking deeper into the forest, your wings folding neatly against your back. Thranduil stood rooted to the spot for a moment, torn between suspicion and exhaustion. Then with a quiet sigh, he followed you, hoping to escape the fate of becoming a hearty meal.

Legolas, as many assumed, was not your only child. He was, in fact, your youngest, the cherished baby of your family, born long after the triplets. 

He took after Thranduil in nearly every way, so much so that his presence alone was acceptable in the halls of Mirkwood. The only one to be elven enough for Middle Earth. 

Your other children, however, were a different story.

The triplets, older and undeniably yours, had delicate, protruding wings like yours—proof that their father’s genetics had long since lost the battle. 

The children however did not fail to possess their father’s dramatic flair and liking for chaos. 

Now seated with your bickering triplets and sullen eldest you await your husband and son to return to your world. Away from the chaos of the world that was nothing but an illusion. 

With a prayer sent to the spirits, you try your best to spare the dinner from the hands of your wild family. 

[vsenyatargaryen]

Nerves of Fire

a|n; I love the idea so much!😂 hope you like this @witch-of-letters

Daemon Targaryen x Platonic Daughter!Reader , Rhaenyra Targaryen x Platonic Daughter!Reader

warnings: fluff

Translations; Kepa ~ Father || Muña ~ Mother

There had been very few times in his life where Daemon Targaryen could remember feeling nervous. He had always been so self assured, and though he understood the many dangers of the world, he always thought ahead - always felt prepared for whatever might come his way. That side of his nature had only grown after Rhaenyra gave birth to their first child. A beautiful daughter. You.

At the age of 8, you had found yourself your very own dragon. One that neither he nor Rhaenyra expected.

Your parents could scarcely believe it as you described first meeting your dragon, named ‘Cannibal’ by the small folk of Dragonstone, on the island where you lived. You told them the tale of how you bonded with him, managing to calm him as he stood guarding over the remains of various carcasses. He was terrifying and magnificent all at once. You’d never felt such an array of excitement and fear, but you knew, in your heart - he was meant to be by your side. He was meant to be claimed by you.

The first sighting your parents had of you flying on Cannibal’s back around Dragonstone felt like something from a dream. The dragon was so calm, so content in your presence. The opposite to the usual ravenous dragon who terrified the local people, animals and dragons.

Despite being one of the largest dragons, he navigated the sky with such ease, his wings gliding through the wind. You were so small and fragile in comparison, but it was like you were born to be carried by him.

“Kepa! Muña! Will you come and meet him now?” You rushed into your parents' chambers, paying little attention to the ladies in waiting styling your mothers hair for the upcoming tourney, or the septa calling your name as she tried to catch up with you after running off from your lessons. Spending the day with your dragon sounded much more interesting.

You were quick to be at your fathers side as the septa caught up with you, panting for breath.

“I apologise, your grace, my prince,” she looked between your parents, wide eyed. “l tried to get her to stay at her lesson.”

“I am not a dog,” you commented.

Rhaenyra and Daemon shared a glance, your father unable to hide his smirk at your reply. You seemed to resemble your parents more every day, a fact he found such pride in.

“Thank you, septa,” your mother replied with a polite smile. “She can spend the rest of the lesson with her father.”

The septa bowed her head and left, closing the door behind her.

You turned to your mother with a furrowed brow, “When will you meet Cannibal, Muña?”

Rhaenyra leaned forward, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll come and join you once I’m finished here, sweet girl,” she told you, and you grinned in response before taking your fathers hand in yours, unable to hide your excitement.

“Come along, Kepa,” you tugged at him, “before I send you to the septa.”

“She wouldn’t want to deal with me,” Daemon laughed, letting you lead him out of the chambers and through the corridors.

Despite the nerves gradually growing inside him at the thought of coming face to face with the infamous wild dragon who feasted on his own kind for the first time, he knew couldn’t let you down.

After all, he would do anything for you. Even stand in front of the Cannibal himself.

~~

There were no men willing to stay alongside your dragon, not even while you visited him up in the hills. He didn’t like anyone near him. The dragon would only accept you.

The trek across the island to Cannibal’s lair wasn’t far and the dragon seemed to sense your presence before you even reached him. With a bellowing roar, he swooped in from the clouds and landed in front of you, his dark, narrowed eyes focusing on your father as he bristled.

“Lykirī, Cannibal! Bisa iksis ñuha kepa. Lykirī!” [Calm, Cannibal! This is my father. Calm! ] you shouted, hand raised out in front of his large head, his teeth bared.

The prince bowed his head and lowered himself to his knees out of respect, silently reminding himself to stay composed as he watched you reassure and coax the dragon to obey. ‘Lykirī, Daemon. Lykirī. Even though the blood of the dragon runs through your veins, you are really not to his taste.’

This was one time Daemon was definitely content to not be desirable.

The strong blow of air and stench of Cannibal’s breath slowly faded from Daemon’s presence as the dragon focused back on you, gently nuzzling against your outstretched hand.

Daemon looked up and slowly stood, amazed by the interaction between you and the dragon. The bond between dragon and rider was always something special, but no one ever imagined it would happen with the Cannibal. Daemon Targaryen never imagined his daughter would be the one to claim him.

“Sȳz, (good),” you praised, breaking into a giggle when the dragon dropped to the ground and rolled onto his side, playfully blowing a little air at you through his nose and knocking you backwards into the arms of your fathers, who couldn’t help but laugh along with you.

[sirenascales]

I want your love, I dont wanna be friends[18+]

You're the new assistant at Hawks Pro Hero Agency. So cute and shy. 🤭❤️ But you have got to stop doing this silly little dance with your boss and just make out already.

Hawks x PlusSize!F!Reader

9,566 words

cw: SMUT, nsfw, unprotected sex, a girl kisses you in this, brief mention of a domestic violence situation, hawks is too hot,

note: my first mha fic... dont even looooook at me bro jk pls enjoy

The first time you actually got to meet the Wing Hero, a villain had attacked a bank just as you were doing your usual weekend errands. The villain had some kind of explosion quirk, and you ended up getting caught in the blast, despite being a fair distance away. Everything was going by so fast, people yelling in the distance in panic and fear, loud sirens going off.

Your ears were ringing, body hurting as you slowly tried to at least sit up. Your skin stung with cuts, as you were hit with glass, though thankfully, none of the injuries seemed to be too serious. If anything, it was the blast and fall that hurt you the most.

Chaos was all around you, some pro heroes swooping in to apprehend the culprit. It seemed to be an easy catch, but you mainly tried to focus on getting up on your own two feet.

"Alright fella, it's no use fighting now. Here, take him in. I'm gonna look around to see if we still have any victims."

"You got it, boss!"

The voices seemed so far away, your head pounding as you managed to get to your feet, not even taking two steps until you were hit with an insane amount of nausea, your brain whirling as your vision blurred. You fell forward, expecting to hit the ground face first when you felt someone grab you.

"Whoa! Okay, I got you!" The male voice seemed so far away and you slowly turned your head to look at the owner. All you saw was blond hair, and magnificent red wings.

"Oh... you're Hawks," you slurred.

"Yeah, and you are concussed," he said rather seriously, gently guiding you towards a nearby ambulance. "You need to go to the hospital now."

"Hm... where are we? I feel sick..."

"Okay, here we go," Hawks said, a worried frown on his face as he handed you off to the paramedics. "She has a severe concussion and is bleeding from her head."

"Oh... am I...?"

It was all a blur after that, and you barely remembered the trip to the hospital. All you knew was that you had actually suffered a concussion and a few broken ribs, and that the adrenaline made you not feel the pain at all. They kept you for a few days until you were cleared to go home and recover.

Though, this couldn't have happened at a worse time. You were supposed to be starting your new job soon, but with you being broken, you had to fearfully send an email explaining the situation. They were, thankfully, very understanding. But of course they were, you were supposed to start work as an assistant at a pro hero agency.

Blinking, you sat back in your seat as realization had finally hit you, staring wide eyed at the signature of the person who replied to your email.

'Dear 'Reader',

I'm so sorry that you were caught up and injured in these recent events. We understand your predicament and will hold your place until you are ready to start and join our team.

Please feel better,

Keiko Watanabe, secretary of Hawks Pro Hero Agency'

Your mouth fell open. How could I you forget?! "Oh shit..."

♡♡♡

Three months had gone by, and you were adjusting well into your new job at the pro hero agency. You worked side by side with a beautiful girl named Keiko, running the clerical side of the agency and helping Hawks when he needed it.

Yeah, you worked at Hawk's agency, and sometimes directly with the man himself. Mostly in the form of going over messages, interview requests and other things with him while he was not on patrol. He was rather surprised to see you a few months back when you first started working there, but he welcomed you with open arms, as well as his sidekicks and the other office workers.

You and Keiko had become fast fast friends and were like peas in a pod, honestly. She was utterly gorgeous, with long, straight black hair and blunt bangs cut across her forehead. She was flirty and fun, but super hardworking and a great friend.

"You look hot today, girlfriend," you said as you sat at your desk this morning, eyeing the dress she wore. It was still tasteful for the office, but Keiko had legs for days. "Yummy."

"Oh shut up," Keiko waved you off with a laugh, giving you a look. "You don't look so bad yourself. Finally trying to take Hawks home with you?"

"Keiko!" you gasped, blushing and quickly looking around, hoping no one heard. "Shut up! That is not what I'm doing!"

"Uh huh," Keiko said, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, I didn't check the messages yet, can you do that while I go over this last incident report?"

You nodded, picking up the office phone and getting yourself ready to write down the messages that were left overnight. "Damn, six of them..."

They were just the usual stuff, plus one that had piqued your interest as you wrote it down. After you finished, you got up from your desk, ignoring Keiko wiggling her eyebrows at you as you made your way over to Hawks' office. He wasn't on patrol, and won't be for another hour.

"Sir," you started, knocking on his closed door. "I have something that could be important." You looked down at yourself, smoothing out your clothes. Of course Keiko was right; you wanted to look your best around Hawks. You wore a pretty skirt that fell just to your knee, and a top that you knew made your boobs look good with the perfect bra...

"Come in," Hawks called from behind his door and you nodded, taking a deep breath before you walked inside, taking in the man sitting behind his desk.

Of course you wanted to get his attention... look at him. He was beautiful, in a rugged way, with his messy blond locks and sexy facial hair. His goggles were on the desk, and his gold eyes were on you as you walked over to his desk. You swore they moved down your body for a quick second before he looked you in your face again. His large, red wings instantly drew your attention, them rustling slightly when the man tilted his head up a bit.

"What's up?" he drawled, his voice sending a shiver up your spine.

"Well," you started, fighting back a blush. "I was going through the messages and I got something interesting I think you might like." You smiled, sliding the note you wrote to him. "You will receive an official invite in a few weeks, but the Green Cross Foundation is hosting a charity ball in three months, and all proceeds will go to the children's hospital. You've been formally invited."

"...huh," was Hawks' only reply and your smile fell.

"... is this... bad?" you asked him unsurly and he quickly shook his head.

"No, no, it's not," he said, putting the note down and looking back at you, an easy smile growing on his face. "Thanks, this is definitely something I'm interested in."

You smiled back at him, feeling your face heat up. "No problem, sir! I'll just get back to my desk now." You turned and left the office, goosebumps forming on your skin as you felt a hard stare follow you out the door.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, with Hawks having gone out on his patrol hours ago. It was now time for the office to close and you and Keiko were just getting ready to leave when you realized something.

"Oh shoot, I felt my folder in Hawks' office," you said with a sigh. You shooed Keiko off to go ahead without you, making the quick trip to Hawks' empty office. You found your folder, taking a quick peek inside when you heard the office door creak open behind you. You let out a startled shriek, whipping around and finding Hawks' standing behind you looking surprised.

"Hawks!" You gasped. "You scared me!"

It took Hawks a moment, but when he found himself, he had the nerve to snicker behind his hand. "You're the one snooping around in my office, no wonder you're so jumpy."

Your jaw dropped and you scoffed. "I was not snooping. I left my folder!"

"Uh huh," Hawks just waved you off, grinning and you knew that he was just teasing. You huffed at him and he laughed again.

"Fine, fine, I'm sorry~" he drawled, and you realized he was holding a small box. "Here, I'll share my cupcake with you as a peace offering."

You blinked. "Cupcake...?"

"Yeah," Hawks answered, opening the box and revealing the most delicious looking chocolate cupcake in the world you've ever seen. "There's this awesome bakery along my beat, so I stop by from time to time. You don't mind if I use my hands?"

"No," you answered, shaking your head. "And I'm kinda upset that you never got us anything from this so-called amazing bakery. Not even a damn cookie?" You were both pretty much off the clock now, so you naturally went to talk with the man more casually. He didn't mind.

"Sorry, but I'm gatekeeping," Hawks answered with a smirk as he carefully used his fingers to break the cupcake in half. He got frosting on his thumb, and after he handed you your half, he sucked that thumb right into his mouth.

You gulped.

"Though, I will have to say, if you tell anyone about the bakery or this cupcake, I will have to fire you." Hawks grinned at you again, clearly joking and you shook your head at him, rolling your eyes.

"Yeah yeah, your secret is safe with me, bossman," you said, bringing the cupcake to your mouth before adding. "And Keiko."

Hawks snorted and you bit into the cupcake, immediately moaning at the chocolatey goodness that exploded in your mouth.

"Oh my goodness!" you exclaimed after swallowing, glancing over at a very satisfied looking Hawks. "This is amazing!"

"I told you!" He replied, watching you eat the rest of the cupcake before he ate his half. You had let out another very satisfied sound and Hawks had to take a deep breath.

"I'm going to find this place," you said and Hawks let out a short laugh.

"Not if I can help it," he shot back, glancing at you, his eyes doing a slow once over when you weren't looking.

"Well, I'm out of here," you said, turning back to him with a smile. "See you tomorrow! Thanks for the cupcake."

Hawks nodded. "Yeah, see you tomorrow, but wait up..."

"Huh?" you blinked when Hawks stepped to you, holding still when he lifted his hand up. With the same thumb he had licked the frosting off earlier he pressed it to the corner of your mouth.

"You have frosting here..." he then said softly, and your lips fell open as he used his thumb to wipe off the frosting. A shiver went down your spine, his thumb just grazing your bottom lip before he stepped back. You watched him hesitate, before he grabbed a napkin and wiped his thumb clean.

"Th-thank you..." you stuttered softly, very much aware of the heated tension in the office. Your lip tingled where he touched you, your heart pounding in your chest. Hawks looked at you, his gold eyes nearly pinning you in place as he stared right into mines.

"Have a good night..." he finished with your name.

You gulped and nodded. "Y-yeah..." And you turned and rushed out.

♡♡♡

"And you just turned and ran out of the room?" Keiko asked you the next morning after you two met in front of the agency doors. You told her about what had happened between you and Hawks the night before, and she was looking at you with her eyes narrowed. "Seriously?"

"What was I supposed to do?!" you whisper-hissed as you stepped inside the building.

"I dunno! Jump his bones?!"

"Shhhh!" you hissed at her, looking around the office before rushing to your desk. "There's no way. Besides, he's not into me."

"I could smack you right now," Keiko said, setting her stuff down. "From what you told me he did last night, he totally does have a thing for you."

You shook your head quickly, trying to ignore how hard your heart was pounding in your chest at the mere thought of Hawks possibly liking you. There was no way. "Nah, absolutely not."

"And why not?" Keiko demanded. "You're hot! Those thick thighs will make any sane man want you." You blushed deeply, looking down at yourself. It was a particularly hot day, so you decided to wear a cute sundress to work. You figured it was work appropriate, but when you are thick, a lot of leg tends to show.

"Sh-shut up," you mumbled, turning away from Keiko to face your work. Yesterday was just all in your head.

Keiko just narrowed her eyes at you, a deep pout on her face as she scoffed. She was going to prove it, one way or another. But the day went on smoothly, with Hawks starting out on patrol before he returned a few hours later, ready to do the more clerical work of his job. He was his usual friendly self with anyone...but you could tell that he purposefully wasn't looking at you. At all.

That had noticeably made you feel down for a while, and all Keiko could do was roll her eyes at the two of you. "I have to do everything around here..."

"Huh? What was that?"

"Nothing, babe."

"Hmm," you hummed, glancing over when Hawks walked by. He was out of his usual uniform, having showered after he returned. You really liked how he looked while dressed up as the hero he was, but his more casual looks were absolutely drool worthy. How he tried to kill you today? A simple get up of a pair of denim jeans, which fit him perfectly, by the way, and a white tshirt. He had on a simple gold chain and cool looking sneakers, and you had to fight not to ogle at him.

"He's so hot..." you mumbled and Keiko snorted.

"Don't I know it, honey..."

Work went on, and Keiko had to make some copies so you walked with her to the copy room as you chatted.

"I just... maybe he feels embarrassed? About what happened yesterday?" you said unsurely, and Keiko slammed her finger on the copy button.

"You are killing me. First you said it was all an imagination, and now you think he's embarrassed?" Keiko questioned you, totally exasperated.

"He won't look at me!"

"Because he likes you, fool! You don't see the way he looks at you when you're not looking."

"What? No he doesn't..."

"Ughh!" Keiko threw her head back and groaned, catching a glance of something in the corner of her eye and she smirked to herself. Bingo. "Do I have to prove it to you?"

You wrinkled your nose at her. "And how will you do that?" you asked, just before you were pressed against the closest wall. Keiko cupped your face, pressing her lips against yours in a kiss. Your eyes went wide, your heart skipping a bit as you stood there stunned, face heating up.

Keiko was a beautiful woman... you wouldn't mind being with someone like her but...

Your eyes closed halfway, your hand gently pressing against her hip, when someone walked into the copy room.

Hawks.

"Whoops! You caught us!" Keiko exclaimed as she quickly pulled away, covering her mouth with her hand as she giggled. You were still frozen as Keiko twirled her hair, while Hawks stood staring at you two with an unreadable expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, sir~" Keiko continued to speak, the pro hero turning almost robotically to face her.

"Keiko, please go and get in touch with News Seven, I'll have to postpone our interview." His voice was icy, not harboring any of the warmth it always had. You didn't like it at all, while Keiko just smiled to herself, a smug look on her face.

"Yes sir!"

Keiko left, leaving you with Hawks. You fidgeted a bit, feeling awkward as you tried to leave. "I-I was just... keeping her company."

"And that's the problem," Hawks retorted and ice ran in your veins. "You're here to work, not socialize."

"R-right..." you whispered, feeling like there was a pressure in your chest that made it hard to breathe. "I'm sorry."

And you scurried off back to your desk, ignoring Keiko completely as you sat down. "I hate you."

"He was totally jealous~," Keiko sang to you and you glared at her.

"He was mad."

"No, babe," Keiko started, just as Hawks stormed by, his fists tightly clenched at his sides. "He's jealous. He wants to be the one pressing you against the wall, kissing you breathless."

"I..." You stammered a bit, not knowing what to say. "I don't like when his voice gets cold like that..."

Keiko wiggled her eyebrows at you. "Maybe you should go warm him up, hehe~"

♡♡♡

You were going to puke. It was the end of shift, and on the days when Hawks ended his shift in the office, you two went over the messages that were left throughout the day. So here you were, clutching onto the slips of papers so hard, they were wrinkling up. But you took a deep breath after a while, knowing that you had to put on your big girl panties and do your job.

You knocked on Hawks' closed office door. "H-hey. It's time to go over the messages..."

"Yeah. Come in."

Hawks sat behind his desk, his gold eyes slowly going over your form until they landed on your face. His lips pulled down in a slight frown, noticing how you stared at the floor, nervously chewing on your bottom lip as you sat across from him.

"There's not much today, sir, so it'll be quick." You set the messages down on the desk, smoothing them out. Hawks raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell did those poor papers do to you?"

You let out a laugh. "Sorry. I was just nervous..."

Nervous? Hawks drew in his eyebrows, looking over you once again. Yeah... you were tense in the chair, fiddling with the papers while looking at anything other than him. Then he thought of what happened earlier at the copy room and he sighed.

He truly had no idea what had come over him. He had walked inside to see you pressed against the wall, Keiko's lips on yours. His vision had turned green then, jealousy burning in his chest as he registered what he saw. That was supposed to be him pressing you against the wall. The jealousy was bitter on his tongue as he spoke to you, voice ice cold.

He hated feeling that way, and he hated how his reaction then made you feel nervous just to be around him. He frowned and sighed again, his wings very slowly flapping up and down.

"Look, don't be nervous, okay?" he said, tapping his desk. "It's fine, water under the bridge. I want you to be comfortable here." With me.

You looked at him, finally, feeling your heart hammer as you took in his expression. He seemed serious, and he held your gaze firmly until you nodded slowly. "Okay... yeah."

He smiled. "Good. Now let's get to these messages." He grabbed the papers and looked them over at first, pausing a bit as he looked at you. "So Keiko... are you two...?"

"What?" You blinked a few times before you finally realized what he meant. "Oh, no! She's just my friend! She was just being a little turd."

Hawks barked out a laugh at that, setting the papers down. "I am glad to see her mischievous nature come back to her after being put through the ringer like she was."

Your eyebrows shot up and you tilted your head questionably. "Do you know about Taichi?"

Hawks nodded. "She told you about him too, huh?"

"Well, I just know that he was abusive..."

"Yeah, he was a real piece of work. She was working with me when she met him, and I thought everything was fine... then Keiko started to get more... reserved and detached. She was jumpy and just... wasn't herself." Hawks sighed deeply, rubbing his eyebrows and you squeezed your hands. "She called me one night. Taichi was losing his absolute mind and he would have killed her if I hadn't swooped in when I did."

Your mouth fell open as you stared at Hawks in awe. "You saved her..."

"Bah," Hawks waved you off. "That's my job. I protect the people who need it."

"Still," you said softly, smiling as you reached over and gently grabbed his hand. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have my best friend. Thank you, Hawks, for protecting her."

You squeezed his hand, and he now stared at you in awe, and you swore, his cheeks had turned a slight dusting of pink. He cleared his throat, awkwardly grabbing the papers. "Anyways... let's do this..."

You giggled softly and nodded your head. It took no time at all to go over the messages, taking care of the responses and what not. Thirty minutes later, you were finishing up, ready to leave.

"So, if you and Keiko aren't together... Why the hell were you two making out in the copy room?" Hawks had to ask and your face went hot. How the hell would you explain this to him?!

"Well you see... we weren't making out..." you started, nervously twirling your thumbs. "She kissed me...."

Hawks raised an eyebrow. "O...kay?"

"She wanted to see if you would get jealous..." You had turned your back to him as you told him, knowing you wouldn't be able to face him. "But seeing as you didn't, and it's all water under the bridge, it's all good. Goodnight, Hawks!" You tried to leave quickly, grabbing the door handle. "I have tomorrow off, so I'll---" You tried to open the door, only to have a hand reach from behind you and slam it shut.

You gasped sharply, turning around to face Hawks. You stared straight at him, his sharp golden eyes freezing you on the spot. You gulped. "H-Hawks...?"

"Make me jealous?" he questioned and you gulped again, nodding.

"Y-yeah! Crazy, right?" you asked, forcing a laugh as you blindly reached for the door behind you again. You didn't realize that Hawks was slowly backing you up until your back hit the door and you gulped for a third time.

"And if I was jealous?" Hawks then asked and your breath hitched in your throat. "Then what?"

"I- I... what?" You replied dumbly, unable to move your eyes away from his. His stare was piercing, as if he could see into your soul, and you were honestly ready to bare it all. "No way. I'm just a stupid girl with a cloning quirk and you're... Hawks."

"Keigo," he said immediately and you looked at him confused. "When you're with me, you call me Keigo." He leaned in and you held your breath as he started to whisper in your ear, his voice having gone deep, and it sent shivers down your spine. "Do you think it's funny to make a man jealous like that?" He asked, ending with your name.

"N-no, of course not," you gasped out a reply. "I had no idea... that you would even feel that way..."

"Like I wanted to tear this whole fucking building down."

You gasped again, your breathing coming out in short pants as your heart raced, your skin tingling as his breath warmed against your ear as he spoke. He pulled back, taking in your flustered state, and his eyes darkened.

You had to say something. "P-Please don't tear the building down..."

Hawks smirked and scoffed lightly. "Duh. I haven't fucked you over my desk yet."

Then he stepped back away from you completely, turning away as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. Your legs felt weak.

"G'night. Enjoy your day off."

♡♡♡

A week has passed, and everything was normal. Work was normal, even the villains causing havoc were normal. It was like nothing had happened, and it was driving you absolutely crazy. You twirled your pen in your hand, aware of Keiko giggling in her desk beside you, because she was so entertained by your misery and suffering.

"I'm going to explode," you muttered and Keiko laughed. "How can he be so... so himself?! Like nothing happened?!"

"You are so cute," Keiko hummed, spinning in her chair. "You already know how the boss is. He doesn't let things get to him so easily."

"Yeah, except me getting kissed by anyone other than him, apparently," you said, rolling your eyes.

"Well, he is a man, right?"

"It's just not fair!" You whined. "He can say that, so casually and just go on like nothing, but a week later it still gets me weak in the knees, especially when I have to go into his office. Like.... ugh!" You let out a loud groan before allowing your head to hit the desk with a thump. You were losing your mind.

"Hmm, his desk looks sturdy too," Keiko commented and you could have cried.

"You're not helping!"

"Oh my God," Keiko laughed again at your misery. "You know what else it is? You totally need to get laid, sweetie. You're so strung out." You just groaned again. "It should be easy! You have someone that totally wants you!"

You blushed deeply at that, quickly shaking your head. "No way!" You exclaimed before leaning closer to whisper. You were at work, after all. "He's my boss."

"Which makes this even hotter," Keiko whispered back. "You want him just as bad. Just go for it."

"I... I can't!" You whispered again, shaking your head. "I'm too shy, I..."

"Ahh, so you want him to make the first move? To ravish you, huh?"

Your face burned even hotter at the word 'ravish', seeing as she was 100% right about that. Picturing Hawks coming in and just taking what he wanted from you... made your brain go haywire.

"I'm going to die."

"Not before you check the mail," Keiko said, just as the usual mail delivery man came waltzing into the lobby. You exchanged polite greetings as he handed you a thick pile of envelopes.

You sighed as you looked through them. Most of the mail was junk, until you came upon a rather fancy looking envelope. You stopped, looking at the return address before you stood up from the desk and went over to Hawks' office. You lifted your hand up to knock, stopping yourself with a curse as you suddenly remembered he was being interviewed. You put your hand down, just as the door opened.

"Oh," the man at the door said to you in surprise. He was the interview's assistant. "We just finished. Come inside."

Awkwardly, you stepped inside, finding Hawks talking with a rather pretty looking reporter. He was in his casual wear again, smiling pleasantly at the interviewer. She had hearts in her eyes.

"Thank you so much for taking time to do the interview, Keigo," she said, and Hawks face twitched ever so slightly at her using his name. "We have to do this again sometime? Maybe over drinks?" She put a hand on his arm casually and you blinked as he just looked at her, still smiling.

Your chest felt tight and suddenly, everything was green. Huh.

"Maybe we should," Hawks said easily, gesturing towards his door. "I don't mean to be rude, but my assistant and I have something to work on now."

"Oh, of course!" she said, batting her eyelashes. "Goodbye, Keigo!"

This time you twitched, watching as the reporter and her assistant walked out the office. You blinked a few times, forcing a smile as you faced Hawks, who just let out a very dramatic sigh as he plopped down on his seat.

"Thank fucking God."

"Was it that bad?" You asked as you sat down, surprisingly having not crumbled up the envelope.

"She's a good journalist and interviewer," Hawks answered, rubbing his eyebrows. "But she pushes the boundaries and it bugs me."

"Oh... like when she said your name?" You asked, your tone of voice taking on a slight edge. "She seems to really like you..."

You fiddled with the envelope, looking away from Hawks. He raises his eyebrow at you, any negative feelings he had towards the reporter now gone as he grew amused by you, and the clearly unhappy look on your face.

"Oh... now this is funny," he hummed and you looked at him confused.

"Huh? What is?"

"You're the one that's jealous this time," he said, now grinning as you blushed deeply, your mouth falling open in shock.

"N-no! I'm not!" you instantly denied, though deep down, you knew the truth that you were. Quickly, you slammed the envelope on the desk. "Th-that's from the Green Cross! That's your invitation to the charity ball."

And with that, you shot up to your feet and made a beeline towards the door. Though before you could read it, you were stopped in you tracks by one of Hawks' red feathers blocking your way. You watched it carefully, your breath shuddering softly as it floated to you and gently touched your face. It tickled.

"Now, now, sit back down. It's not fair that I had to bare all my feelings out that day, but you try to hide your own," Hawks said, his tone having a bit of a demand to it. His feather moved down to your chest, and with the strength of a full grown person, it pushed you back towards the chair you were just sitting on. You sat down immediately.

You huffed, the feather now soft again on your skin, it tickling the side of your neck. You twitched, frowning a bit before you huffed again. "Fine, I was jealous," you admitted, turning your head away.

"See? Was that so hard?" he asked, and he was clearly teasing you. You glared at him, making him laugh as he leaned back in his chair. He didn't even touch the envelope yet.

"Are you not going to open that?"

"I will eventually," he answered, tilting his head with a grin. "But let's talk about you being jealous."

Your face heated up considerably and you stuttered. "And so what if I was? I'm only human, so what if I don't like another woman touching the man I like?"

"Oh?" Hawks eyebrows rose and you cursed when you realized what you said. "I'm glad the feeling is mutual."

Your eyebrows rose this time, heart pounding in your chest. "W-well..." you coughed. "Hawks, I-"

"I told you to call me by my name."

"Keigo... I just... I dunno... you spent the whole week acting like nothing happened so... I dunno, I figured it was done with..."

Hawks sighed softly, standing up from his seat so he could circle his desk, sitting back against his desk beside you. He put his hands in his pockets. "Well, it was the best way for me to control myself, if I'm being honest," he started, looking down at you. You could feel his feather moving down to your chest. "Because if not, well... I may have made what I said a week ago into a reality."

Heat rushed through your body, a deep chill going down your spine and right between your legs. You let out a soft gasp, staring at his desk and thinking of all the possibilities. Your mouth opened and closed slowly, before you responded.

"It's not like I'll stop you..."

Hawks brought a hand up to his face, rubbing along his facial hair before he looked down at you again, his gold eyes piercing you deeper than you've ever thought before. You lost your breath.

"Stay after your shift today."

♡♡♡

You were going to puke. You paced back and forth in front of Hawks' office door, officially clocked out for the day and officially freaking the fuck out. He told you to stay after the shift was done... That could only mean one thing, right? With the tension and heat between you...

You knocked on the door, stepping inside when he answered shortly after. You smiled at him as you took him in, and he returned the smile and just about made your heart explode.

"Hey, what kind of food do you like?" he asked, scrolling through his phone. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"Uh... Italian?" You answered unsurely. Hawks clicked around on his phone before putting it away.

"Perfect. Let's go," he said, standing up and quickly checking his jean pockets. He picked up a set of keys before walking towards the door.

"Uh, where are we going?" You asked, following him. He looked back at you and winked.

"Dinner, duh."

Your heart swelled in your chest. "Oh... cool."

You left the agency building, heading towards the parking garage next door, where you approached a rather nice looking black car. He unlocked the door, opening the passenger side door before gesturing to you to sit inside.

"Ma'am."

You laughed and playfully pushed him before climbing inside, Hawks sending you a winning smile before he climbed in the driver's seat, not wasting time before he pulled off out of the parking garage and into the streets.

"This restaurant makes really great food," he started after a moment, glancing over at you, raising his eyebrow at you when he caught you staring. "What?"

"I'm just trying to figure out how your wings fit in here," you answered, tilting your head. He laughed.

"I have my ways~"

"Uh huh," you said with a quirked eyebrow, looking out in front of you. Dinner with Hawks... that seemed quite nice, actually.

There was a comfortable silence as he drove, Hawks having turned up the radio. You bumped your head to the music, appreciating the chill vibe. It calmed you down.

Soon you arrived at the restaurant, Hawks quickly jogging around to open the door for you.

"Ma'am." He grinned at you and you snorted.

"Nerd."

The restaurant honestly looked... less impressive than you thought. Even the street we were on wasn't that busy, and looked a bit run down. You looked at Hawks questionably, and he just gestured towards the restaurant with his head, smiling big. "Don't judge a book by its cover."

"Okay, I'll follow you," you said, following Hawks inside. The inside didn't look any better, run down and dingy. Hawks nodded to a tired looking woman sitting at a rundown counter, not even waiting before walking to the back of the small establishment. He approached the large door, turning to put his hand on your back. He opened the door and gently pushed you through the door.

You were in awe of what you saw, your jaw falling open. The restaurant, in fact, wasn't just a small dingy place... it was attached to a rather extravagant restaurant, connected only with one door.

And the most amazing part, the patrons seemed to be only Pro Heroes.

"What is this...?" You asked in awe, Hawks talking with a hostess before she started to lead you through the tables.

"This is just a place for Pro Heroes to come and have some privacy," Hawks answered, looking back at you. "Who wouldn't like to eat a fancy Italian dinner without the paparazzi hovering over us?"

"Oh... that definitely makes sense," you said softly, looking around. The pro heroes were all dressed nicely, but seemed to be at ease as they ate and chatted with the people they've brought with them. "It looks nice."

"And the food is good too. Thank you." Hawks smiled at the hostess after she led you to a table far away from everyone. It was a small booth perfect for two people, and you sat across from each other.

"Well, I can't wait to try it," you said with an excited grin, picking up the menu. "Thank you, Hawks."

"I told you to call me by my name," Hawks said sharply and you blushed, biting your lip.

"Sorry, Keigo..."

Hawks sighed, taking a sip of water. "Don't worry. By the end of the night, my name will be the only thing you'll be able to say."

He even had the nerve to cast you a bright smile, all while your face heated up as you chugged down some water.

"I'll be looking forward to that..."

The rest of dinner went by smoothly, and you talked throughout the entire time. You told him more about yourself, how you ended up in Japan, and he talked more about his hero work. He didn't really talk a lot about himself, only surface level things... but you were sure you two could get to that stage... hopefully soon.

The food was delicious, and the dessert even better. You couldn't even keep in the satisfied moan that left your mouth as you took a bite of the richest chocolate cake you have ever tasted.

"This is so good. What is it with you and good cake?" You asked him playfully and he shrugged.

"I got good taste." He said, watching you happily eat the rest of your slice. A sense of calm washed over him, his eyes trained on your mouth as you licked off some chocolate icing off your lips. He took in a deep breath, calling over the waitress to ask for the check.

"Oh, I can pay for my meal," you suggested and Hawks just scoffed, pulling out his wallet.

"Don't even think about it." He handed the waitress a black card, ignoring the pout on your face.

A few minutes later, you were walking out of the restaurant and you stretched your arms above your head. "That was great, Keigo, thank you." You turned to him and smiled at him gratefully. "I really like it here."

A touch of pink dusted his cheeks and he coughed, his car beeping as he unlocked it. "Yeah, it's no problem. Get inside, we'll head back to my place now." He opened the passenger door and you froze, your mind whirling at 100mph. You weren't dumb, you knew exactly where this was going, especially with the many not so innocent comments he's made. Your skin started to tingle.

Hawks said your name and you looked at him, eyes wide. He stared back at you. "You good?"

"Y-Yeah," you managed to answer, climbing into the car. Hawks closed the door and went around to get into the driver's seat. A minute later, he drove off.

The tension was thick, your palms sweaty as you squeezed them in your lap. You glanced over at Hawks, and he looked very relaxed as he drove, his eyes trained on the road. He glanced at you, his lips curling up just a bit. "Nervous?" he asked.

"No!" You answered a bit too loudly and he chuckled softly, the sound going right to your pussy. You almost groaned.

"You're so damn cute," he hummed, just as he stopped at a red light. He turned his head to face you. "I can either take you back to your car, or go to my place," he said, his gold eyes keeping you rooted to the seat. "Make your pick. And know, once you do, that's it."

You gulped, staring at Hawks with your mouth fallen open. He was undeniably handsome, rugged and just fucking hot. God, you wanted him so badly, it almost hurt. You didn't know why you were hesitating so much, it was clear he wanted the same thing. What were you so scared of?

"I want to go home with you," you found yourself saying, and Hawks' mouth twitched just a bit. The light turned green and he started to drive again.

"Alright," he said cooly, staring ahead. Now the tension was really thick, Hawks' now laser focused. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other falling to your bare, plush thigh. You had worn another dress to work today... and thank God you did because feeling his touch on your skin was phenomenal.

His hand felt rough, probably from all the work he's done over the years. It also felt strong... You pressed your lips together tightly, trying not to move too much in the seat as he drove.

Then he started to move his thumb back and forth and you could have died. You shivered, goosebumps forming on your skin. You stole a glance at him, and he was smirking to himself. You hated that he seemed so calm, while you were almost bursting at the seams.

You couldn't have gotten to his place fast enough. Hawks lived in a nice apartment building, with an attached parking garage. After parking, he led you to his apartment on the top floor, as cool as a cucumber as he led you from the elevator down the hall. It was maddening how he casually unlocked his door, gesturing for you to step in first before following behind you. You stood in the foyer, looking around as you slipped off your shoes. You heard the door close behind you, followed by the click of a lock.

The hairs stood up on the back of your neck, Hawks' presence behind you making your heart hammer. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, feel his movement as he gently grabbed your arms, leaning in slightly to whisper in your ear. "Are you okay?"

You gulped and nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay," you answered softly, keeping still as he slowly rubbed your arms up and down.

"You don't have to be nervous," he then said, grabbing your hand. He led you through his apartment, taking you to his bedroom. "I'll take care of you."

You audibly groaned at that, squeezing his hand tightly. "It's not fair," you whined. "You seem so unbothered while I feel like I'm going to burst out of my skin."

Hawks laughed at that, turning around to face you before he grabbed your hips. "Like I told you earlier, I have to control myself around you."

"And what if I don't want you to do that?" You asked him, body tingling as he pulled you close to him. You grabbed the front of his shirt, looking right at him. "I want you to just... let it go. I can handle it. I've been holding onto this heat for so long, it's driving me crazy..."

Hawks' gold eyes were growing darker by the second as you spoke, their gazes settling on your lips. "Yeah? You can handle it?"

"Yeah," you answered breathlessly, your bodies getting closer than ever. Hawks moved his face towards yours, eyes going from your lips to your heated eyes. He hesitated just before your lips could touch, and you were close to throwing a tantrum.

Until he did kiss you, and the world around you seemed to freeze as fire erupted inside of you. Your knees had gone weak, but Hawks easily held you up against him as he kissed you. It was a bit slow at first, hesitant and experimental, as if you two were trying to get a feel for each other. You breathed heavily when you pulled away, panting as you stared at each other, eyes blown and faces flushed.

The tension finally was enough to snap the cord, and the next kiss you shared was hot, feverish and full of the unspoken lust and need that festered between you. Hawks cupped your face in his hands, holding you still as he ravaged your mouth, easily pushing his tongue into it. You groaned deeply, trying to keep up with him, your arms wrapping around his neck.

Pulling away, he started to kiss down your neck, biting and sucking on the skin here and there, making you gasp and moan softly as you began to yank in his shirt. "More... I need more," you gasped, and Hawks grabbed your face, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"Then I'll give you more," he rasped out against your face before he stepped back, carefully removing his shirt so as not to disturb his wings. He tossed his shirt to the floor before grabbing you to kiss you again, this time pushing you towards his large bed. You sat down on the edge of it, looking up at Hawks when he cupped your chin in his hand.

"You're so pretty," he whispered, unashamed as he so openly ogled at you, your chest heaving, your legs bare as your dress had pushed up a bit when you sat down. "I've wanted you for a long fucking time. Having you work for me has been a blessing and a curse. I get to see that pretty face, but couldn't fuck you in the supply room like I've fantasized about."

His thumb had moved to rub on your lip and you grabbed his wrist as you sucked that thumb into your mouth. You licked it softly with your tongue, registering the words he said. They just made you even more turned on. "Well... I think I'm better than a fuck in the supply room," you started, gently kissing the palm of his hand before smiling. "At least be a gentleman and fuck me in the backseat of your car."

Hawks groaned loudly, rubbing his face as you started to rub on his chest, loving his tan skin and muscles. "You are going to kill me," he groaned again. "Lay down in the middle of the bed."

Nodding, you did so, pushing yourself back until you were lying down. It took a second for Hawks to join you, pushing himself between your legs on his knees. You couldn't help but blush as he rubbed on your legs and thighs, your dress now pushed all the way up, he could see your panties. He licked his lips slowly, spreading your legs open until he was able to see just exactly how turned on you were.

"Nooo," you whined, covering your face in embarrassment. "Don't look at me like that..."

"Ahh, come on babe," Hawks said with a laugh, and then you felt something soft wrap around both your wrists. Your wrists were then pinned down on either side of your head. "Don't hide your face from me." Hawks' feathers were pinning your wrists down. You shuddered in delight as you tried to free your wrists, and failed.

"Hawks..." you whispered softly, and he just sighed deeply, rubbing his face with one hand before dragging it down to cover his mouth, so only his narrow eyes were shown.

"I said, to only call me by my fucking name when you're with me." Then he leaned over until his mouth was pressed against your ear. "We'll just have to do something about that, won't we? I did say my name will be the only thing you'll be able to say, didn't I?"

You gulped, heart pounding with anticipation. You slowly licked your lips, breathing a bit heavily as you watched him pull back up on his knees, unbutton his pants before he started on getting your dress off.

Your wrists were free so you helped him, tossing the dress to the floor just as he pressed his face right against your bare chest. "God, your tits are perfect," he mumbled, cupping your breasts in his large hands. He started to leave kisses on your chest while he massaged them, making you moan as he would tease your nipples with his fingers.

Then he would pinch one, making you squeal from the pain, only for him to suck a nipple into his mouth to soothe it. You were a mess, running your fingers through his already messy hair and moaning as he continued to massage and lick your breasts. Soon, he started to slowly kiss down, squeezing your soft stomach as he kissed it, grabbing onto your thighs as he reached your panties.

He hooked his thumbs into your panties, pulling them down, and before you could cover your face again, his voice rang out.

"Hey, what did I say?"

Your hands fell to your side, and the next two words out of his mouth had you ascending into space.

"Good girl."

You whimpered, biting your lip as he finished pulling off your panties, leaving you completely naked. "Keigo, please..." you said softly, clenching the bedsheets. "I need you..."

"I know, babe," he answered, his gold eyes savoring every inch of your exposed body that was laid out so perfect for him. He rubbed at the tent in his pants, groaning at just how uncomfortable he was starting to feel just by how turned on he was. "God, I wanna fuck you so bad."

"Then do it!" You finally snapped. "God, Keigo, all this week I've just been wanting you to fuck my brains out, fold me like a fucking lawn chair and break me into a billion pieces." You were panting now, staring at the man with dark, heated eyes, your lips trembling. "So please, I want your cock before I fucking die."

...

"You know," he started after a beat of silence, getting off of the bed completely and you closed your eyes, almost dreading what he was going to say. You heard rustling and then the pad of his footsteps. "I wanted to take things a bit slow, ya know? It's our first time together. I wanted to eat you out, maybe have you suck my dick, get the juices flowin'."

Then, you felt a strong grip on your ankle and you yelped when you were suddenly pulled down to the edge of the bed. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, and Hawks was standing there, absolutely naked. Only thing he had on was his watch and gold chain. He slowly stroked his cock, and you almost drooled at the sight of it.

"But fuck that. You wanna get fucked? Fine by me, you've no idea how many times I fantasized about you screaming my name as I fucked this tight pussy of yours." He pressed his fingers against your clit, rubbing it in tight circles and making you cry out from the immediate pleasure as you fell on your back.

"We can start the romantic shit later. Right now, I'm claiming this pussy." He leaned over you, still rubbing on your clit while he kissed you hotly. You clung onto him for dear life, just his fingers making your mind go hazy as he slowly slipped two of them inside you. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough. You needed more of him. But he just slowly started to finger you, stretching his fingers, and the part of your brain that wasn't already fucked out was grateful he still wanted to take the time to get you ready for him.

Though it honestly didn't last long, since you pulled away from the kiss, which made him growl at you.

"Stay fucking still."

"Please, just fuck me..." you moaned softly, prepared to beg at this point. "Keigo, please..."

He groaned himself, pulling his fingers out of you. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he used his tongue to clean you off his fingers. "I definitely have to eat you out next time, my God..." he mumbled to himself, fixing himself between your legs with your ass pretty much hanging off the edge of the bed. "You ready? I'm gonna go right in."

You frantically nodded your head. "Yes, please! Keigo I ne- Oh fuck!" In one quick thrust, Hawks pushed his cock deep inside of you, your gasps coming out simultaneously before you cursed. Tears stung at your eyes from the stretch, your breaths coming out in pants as you adjusted to how full you felt. You loved it.

"So... fucking tight..." Hawks gasped, bracing himself up with his hands on either side of you. He looked down at you, taking in your teary, blissed out face and he leaned down, kissing you deeply. "You feel so fucking good..."

"...please..." you pleaded weakly. "I need you..."

"Shit..." Hawks cursed, slowly pulling back, making you both groan, before he pushed himself back in. He fucked you slowly at first, wanting you to adjust, but as he continued, his thrusts came faster, and had become stronger, your moans getting louder.

Words couldn't explain how amazing you felt, the drag of his heavy cock inside of you sending you to heaven, his breath would fan across your face, his cool chain rubbing on your chest with every thrust he made. Your entire body burned with desire, your hands weakly holding onto Hawks' sides as he continued to fuck you.

"Shit... God, what the fuck..." Hawks cursed and moaned, sweat forming on his forehead. He was in rapture, your tight walls squeezing around him driving him crazy. His hands clenched onto the bed sheets tightly, though his arms almost gave out when your hands slowly moved to a very, very, sensitive place.

His wings.

All you did was caress where his wings came out from his back when he froze, still inside you as his eyes glossed over, his mouth falling open in a strangled gasp. Blinking, you slowly stroked that same spot again, and you felt him twitch inside you, another strangled gasp leaving his mouth. It was when you did it a third time that he snatched both your wrists up with one hand, pinning them above your head as he growled in your face.

"You're going to kill me," he said, using his feathers to keep your wrists pinned down. Now free to use his hands, he grabbed your legs, pushing them up over his shoulders, your feet in the air as he started fucking you again. Hard. "God, your pussy is perfect,"

"Keigo..." you moaned his name, the new position making him fuck you deeper, harder. You were completely at his mercy now, him now spurred by whatever happened when you touched his wings. He was more fierce now, all grunts and growls as he drove his cock into you repeatedly, making you call out his name like a mantra as tears formed in your eyes from the pleasure. "Keigo, please... please, I'm gonna cum..."

You were almost there, the heat in your belly getting stronger. The bed was creaking, skin slapping against skin. Hawks grabbed you roughly by your hair, kissing you sloppily as he fucked into you again and again and again.

"C'mon babe, cum for me," he whispered against your lips, keeping his forehead pressed to yours, maintaining eye contact. You couldn't look away even if you wanted to. "Cum, I wanna feel your pussy squeeze around my dick."

"Keigo..."

"Fucking cum, baby. Scream my name and cum," he reached down with his free hand, roughly rubbing on your clit as he growled. "Fucking cum."

"Keigo!" You screamed out his name one more time before your vision turned white, your orgasm washing over you with a force that knocked the breath outta you. You clung onto him, breaking down into sobs as wave after wave of pleasure hit you from the top of your head down to your toes.

"Keigo... Keigo please..." you cried, Hawks still fucking into you through your orgasm.

"Yes... yes, baby, just like that. I'm gonna cum too..." He was breathless, his thrusts coming in frantic and messy. "Can I cum in you, baby? Fill that pussy up? I want you to milk me, baby, fuck, fuck, you feel so good."

"Yes! Yes please!" You cried, now hit with that strong over sensitivity but you didn't care, you wanted him to keep fucking you, and he did, until he finally hit his orgasm, blowing his load right inside of you as he let out a loud, gutteral moan. It was enough to make you cum a second time, and you swore you went to heaven for a moment.

Soon, you fell into a heap on the bed, and you wrapped your arms around Hawks, accepting his body weight on top of you. There was no better feeling in the world. But you knew you had to let go eventually, so you did and he rolled off of you after carefully pulling out.

"Are you okay?" he asked while lying down next to you, breathing heavily as he covered his eyes with his forearm.

"Hmm," you hummed softly, eyes closed as you regained your breath. "I'm absolutely wonderful..."

You cranked open an eye to look at him. Hawks had a lazy smile on his face, looking very satisfied. You yawned soon after and he just chuckled softly, pushing himself up. "Let's clean up and get to bed."

You nodded slowly, pausing when you felt him kiss your temple. "You should totally call into work tomorrow." From what you remembered, Hawks had off, but you still had to go do some office work.

But Hawks clearly had other plans. He smiled at you, his eyes still full of carnal heat and desire. "Because you're not leaving my bed at all."

-End

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[justaz]

ive never watched uhhh game of thrones?? i think?? but i saw a clip of that chick with white hair and the dragon and she lit herself on fire or something and came out of the flames alive and i was just thinking that + merlin + this post + this fic (kinda. sorta. in a way.)

so somehow arthur gets involved in the dragon egg shenanigans, maybe merlin goes to him first or arthur finds out some other way idc whatever anyway they all make their way to the tomb where the dragon egg should be and find it open and a dragon egg sitting on a pedestal surrounded by bits of charred remains and a whole lotta ashes

arthur + the knights are cautious but merlin is entranced by the egg and steps into the room which separates him from the group. arthur + the knights are frantically trying to find a way to get him but merlin doesn’t realize what’s happened as he continues to approach the egg and places his hands on it. instantly, the room ignites and merlin is bathed in the flames

despite a huge fear of merlin’s being the pyre, the flames hardly register in his mind. he can feel the dragon soul within the egg dancing under his touch, he can feel a bond forming between his soul and this baby dragon - it lights a fire within him and he feels alive and complete in a way he hadn’t ever felt before. the name “aithusa” falls from his lips involuntarily but he doesn’t have time to think about it as the egg is cracking.

with every crack in the shell, merlin feels a piece of himself crack open. scales flick over his skin down his arms, down his legs, up his neck and a bit across his cheeks. his ears sharpen and his hearing improves as does his sight. his nails sharpen and grow into claws on his hands and feet. his teeth grow uncomfortably large in his mouth and he tastes the tang of blood as his fangs nick his cheek and tongue. his back splits open and huge wings unfurl behind him, warmed by the fire and solidifying into their magnificent shape. with the naming of his first dragon, born of fire, another dragonlord is born.

a pure white dragon claws its way out of her shell, a beautiful thing, aithusa. she crawls up onto her dragonlord’s shoulder and with her settled, the room around them crumbles. the fire had spread out, pushing arthur and the knights into a retreat despite their conviction to retrieve merlin from the flames. as they exit, they have no time to mourn or think of ways to help merlin as they’re surrounded. idk who their enemy is but they’re fighting for their lives but honestly they aren’t doing too great. until the tomb behind them caves in and falls apart to allow the sun to shine of the figure standing in the midst of the ruins.

a terrifying creature, a man and a beast, a demon from hell. he grins, feral, before pouncing on his enemies. he does not wield a weapon nor magic, he uses his claws, his wings, and his fangs to tear his enemy to shreds. as they regroup and surround him, he turns and lets flames billow from his maw, chasing them away if they’re quick enough and charring those who weren’t. with a quickness that is frightening, another demon from hell, another abomination of man and beast swoops in and tears their enemies to shreds.

they both eviscerate their enemies, working together as if they’ve always done this, until there is nobody left to fight. the two stand side by side, covered in blood and wearing matching mad grins and wide, crazed eyes. merlin and balinor stand victorious over the carnage, their wings pointed towards the clouds and glimmering in the sunlight. the last two dragonlords of the ambrosius family line, father and son.

[thedemoninme141]

Blade Of Miquella Chapter 5: Losing Your Woes.

Summary: You let go of your monster to protect Wednesday, did you lose yourself? Did she lose you? Warnings: ANGST!, Blood, EmotionallyWreckedWednesday This one is going to be HARD, Please leave a review to let me know how you liked it! PreviousChapter👉 HERE "Who art thou?" Crackstone asked letting go of Wednesday and focusing on you. As you approached him, your presence exuded an aura of menace and power. Wednesday for the first time in her life felt chills down her spine,

"I am Malenia."

Your voice was rough, 

"Blade Of Miquella."

Wednesday was entranced, unable to move, unable to look away.

"And I've never known defeat."

Your winged helmet obscured your face, denying her a glimpse of the warmth and kindness she once knew you for. Now, you were a force of nature, embodying an alluring darkness that Wednesday found both so terrifying that it was enthralling.

Without hesitation, you launched yourself at Crackstone, your sword slicing through the air with blinding speed. He struggled to parry your relentless attacks, but you were like a tempest, unstoppable and furious. Blow after blow rained down upon him, and although he managed to hit you once with his staff, it only seemed to fuel your rage. And then your dance began, you jumped as if you were floating, pulled your sword back, and attacked. Your dance of death, every slash was turned into a dozen around you, as if you had ten other hands helping you. Wednesday's eyes were fixed on the mesmerizing dance unfolding before her. She had witnessed countless battles and sword fights, but none had ever captivated her quite like this. The movements of the sword were so pure, so fluid, and so graceful that it seemed as if the blade itself was an extension of your body.  Deflecting all of your attacks wasn't possible for Crackstone as he was cut by your swings, however, those cuts meant nothing for the undead. Wednesday's eyes widens as her dread intensified when she witnessed Crackstone reveal a hidden blade from his staff, catching you off guard. She wanted to warn you, to save you from the impending danger, but she could only watch in horror as the blade found its way into your stomach.

The world seemed to crumble around Wednesday as she saw you, the kind yet so brave person she knew, suffer before her eyes. 

Never in her life had Wednesday screamed, "NO" yet you made her do that.

Never in her life had Wednesday felt her legs go numb, yet you made her do that.

Never in her life had Wednesday thought about giving up, yet you made her do that.

As you were defeated, Wednesday fell on her knees, Crackstone laughed,

"Thou didst fight well, But not well enow" He looked on Wednesday, Wednesday didn't look back, she tried to look at you, hoping you would survive this.

As Crackstone walked towards her, his body hiding yours, Wednesday noticed the bright orange aura creating behind him.

"Wait." Your voice rang out,

He turned around to see your body being surrounded by what looked like an unbloomed flower.

"What demon sorcery is this?" He said,

Then the flower blooms, amidst the chaos inside the flower, she could see you. But you weren't You.

Your hair, a deep, vibrant shade of red that resembled the colour of fresh blood, and your skin, a deathly pallor, appeared even whiter than the brightest sun. And your eyes, rotted. What made your appearance so enchanting was the magnificent wings on your back, surrounded by a cascade of black butterflies and scarlet petals presenting you as a true goddess of both beauty and dread.

Wednesday's heart pounded in her chest as she witnessed your transformation, trying to comprehend the spectacle before her. 

You whispered hauntingly "The scarlet bloom flowers once more," before soaring up into the sky, leaving Crackstone in shock and fear.

"You will witness true horror."

The scene in front of her was ever so terrifying, that even Crackstone backed away.

You swoop down towards him, grabbing him by his neck as you fly up again, you squeezed so tightly that his staff falls from his hand as he tries to free himself using both of his, but to no avail. 

"Now Rott." You whispered as petals and flowers surrounded him, moving so fast that his flesh was getting peeled off by them. His screams were heard across the whole school, and his struggle made Thornhill scared and run away.

Now Wednesday understood what Goody meant by the fate of the world, Crackstone was only a danger to the school, but what you had turned into, was a danger to the world. an inexplicable pull drew her towards you, even in this dark manifestation. But this is not you, she has to save you. She has to bring you back, she won't let whatever this is, take you away from her.

By the time she finally gathered her strength to get up to yell at you to stop, Crackstone was dead, only some flesh stuck with his bones remained as his lower body falls, and only his vertebrae and skull were in your hand. You threw them away and focused on Wednesday.

Wednesday called out your name, desperate for any sign of the person she knew was still within this entity. She had to believe that you were still there, fighting against the demon that sought to consume you.

She doesn't know what she would say to you, she cursed herself for not trying to learn more about you at first, she cursed herself for her only being a bad memory in your mind.

"Y/n, it's over. Please come down," she pleaded, her voice filled with a mix of fear and concern. But you remained unresponsive, Instead, you spread your hands as another flower begins to form around you, But this one was bigger, much much bigger and it was expanding even more. Its growth was relentless, expanding at an alarming rate, overtaking the very sky itself.

As Wednesday stood there, facing the daunting sight of the ever-expanding flower enveloping you, she couldn't shake the overwhelming guilt that gripped her heart. She blamed herself for everything that had transpired, for pushing you to the edge, and for inadvertently setting loose the malevolent entity known as Malenia.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She had always been fascinated by the darker aspects of life, drawn to the macabre and the mysterious. But now, she saw the consequences of her actions, and it filled her with remorse. She never intended for things to escalate to this point, for you to be trapped in the clutches of such a terrifying force.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice laden with sorrow. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I should have been more cautious, more aware of the dangers. It's my fault you're in this situation, and I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

She wished she could turn back time, to undo the chain of events that led to this moment. But now, all she can do is accept the end, Embrace the destined death. Yet, there was no sadness in her heart for her death as she knew that even if you were taken by this entity, even if the whole world dies, you will be the only one to survive. And your life was all that mattered to her now. 

But as she sat there, waiting for the disaster to hit mother earth. She heard dashing footsteps, she turned around and saw Principle Weems, well and alive. Weems had tears in her eyes,

"I am sorry, I am so sorry for what I am about to do," Weems whispered, her voice breaking as she revealed a pistol and aimed it at you. Panic surged through Wednesday, and she instinctively moved to stop Weems, but before she could intervene, the dreadful bullet was fired.. 

Time seemed to stand still as Wednesday watched helplessly, her heart pounding in her chest, as the bullet found its target – your chest. A heart-wrenching scream tore through the air as the impact sent shockwaves of pain through you. The colossal flower that had dominated the sky vanished, and your once magnificent wings disappeared, leaving you vulnerable and falling towards the ground.

In that heart-stopping moment, Wednesday's world shattered. She rushed to your side, her movements fueled by a desperation to save you. 

Wednesday's heart shattered as she cradled your broken form in her arms, tears blurring her vision. The scarlet petals surrounding you seemed almost surreal, softening your landing, but unable to undo the damage caused by the fatal bullet. With trembling hands, she gently touched your face, hoping against hope to feel a pulse, any sign that you were still alive. But there were none.Her hands trembled as she clung to your lifeless body, refusing to accept that you were gone. The world around her seemed to fade away, leaving her alone in her anguish. Time lost its meaning as she held you close, desperate for just one more moment with you.

"Please, I need you." PART 6 👉 HERE

[shibaraki]

AMPHITRITE ┊ URARAKA OCHAKO

synopsis: ochako is a fiend for your attention and one day apart is a day too many.

tags: GN reader, merfolk au, reef mer ochako, human reader, established interspecies relationship, kissing, fluff, kinda suggestive

wc: 1K+

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The two of you are tucked away from prying eyes in a small cove on the far end of the beach. Waves wash languidly over your feet. Quiet, the sound is soothing, familiar as an old lullaby. You are laid on your back, Ochako pressing her weight into your side, arm wrapped around her shoulders. The other is resting across your stomach, fingers idly tracing her hip.

You recall your first meeting while you watch the horizon darken. You, just a young human stumbling upon a helpless creature beached on the shore. The island is protected by a dense reef, keeping strange ships and predators away, and a clan of merfolk lived in those waters, finding home amongst the coral.

Their relationship with your people had been fragile at best, a peace maintained only by promises made centuries ago. Seeing your mysterious neighbours so close to land was unsettling. But you remember how she struggled. How dried out her juvenile scales had been. Watching her wheeze, spluttering tearfully, the warning from your elder to stay away were dispelled. Gathering her into your arms you sprinted toward the receding waves with reckless abandon and dunked the bundle into the sea.

Her pained expression smoothed out beneath the distorted surface. Soft, fragmented light had danced over her full face, colour returning to skin as she took a big inhale. And when the water woke her in a state of lucid urgency, the mer darted from your grasp.

Soaked up to the waist, you stared after her at the seamless ocean for longer than you cared to measure. Enraptured.

Ochako was the prettiest thing you had ever seen.

Now a mermaid grown, bouncy brunette hair falls in a gentle swoop towards her gills, framing her face. There are undertones of pink in her round cheeks, decorated with opalescent scales that follow the slope of her collarbones, draping over her chest. She is both delicate and sturdy. Thick muscle in her arms that naturally flex as she drags herself onto land and a defined waist but her breasts and stomach are soft, resting.

All this led to her magnificent pink tail— a powerful thing, longer than her upper body, wide at the waist and narrow where it splits into a petal-shaped fluke that tapered into pale green like an azalea flower. Fins protrude either side of her hips, thin gossamer silk, fanning out and connecting along her flank to her wrists. They’re to catch the current. They help me float, she told you gleefully. They help me fly.

You laughed, Like a sugar glider.

What’s a sugar glider? she pouted.

Older now, her eyes are polished amber like the first rays of dawn and her tail reminds you of a bruising dusk. It darkens under your touch. Sun kissed, a sheen over her skin. You feel her soft chuff against your chin.

“What is it?” you murmur, knowing full well what she needs, lightly knocking your chin to her temple in a show of encouragement. Her breath is warm on your damp skin as she burrows deeper into your neck. “I can’t read your mind, y’know”.

Ochako’s teeth are dangerously sharp at your jugular but she’s careful, barely any pressure. Accompanied by the flustered whine building in her throat it is anything but threatening. Her fins flutter, tail flexing and betraying her emotions as it slaps the water, pinpricks of sea salt raining down on you.

“You weren’t here yesterday,” she says, as though that was the adequate answer, clutching at your waist and scooting closer. You take in a lungful of briney air, turning into her embrace. A smile works its way onto your face when your bodies align and she begins to squirm.

“Did you miss me?” you croon, combing your fingers through her hair, pulling away the thin seaweed strands tangled there. Her limbs tighten, an unforgiving vice around your back. You hear her tail sweep up through the sand and your legs part to make room, knee resting over her hip.

Her pout is obvious, pursed and jutted against your pulse point. “I’m sorry,” you tell her. Your apology does not come across as especially repentant given the teasing tone, just shy of condescending. “Tell me how to make it better”.

The quiet request barely reaches your ears, “…Kiss?”

Dipping into her space you press your lips to her temple. Ochako trills, eyes falling closed. She leans in as you leave another featherlight kiss on her eyelid, lashes fanning soft against your lips. The bridge of her nose wrinkles when you kiss the tip. Patience wearing thin her tailfin slaps the surface of the water. You laugh quietly, your own restlessness spiking when she chases your mouth.

Ochako reels you in. Closer, latching onto your shirt to anchor you at her side. Without restraint her claws tear into the fabric with ease. Fingers move to play with the delicate fins around her ears. You kiss her slow and purposeful, plucking the needy moan right from her throat. Your tongue slides over pointed teeth, nicking soft tissue, copper bursting across your palette.

The silken winged-fin from her hip to her wrist deepens in colour. Face flushed pink, eyelids open a fraction. Heat pulses through you, an electric feeling prickling the length of your spine as she gently sucks on your tongue. “Pretty girl,” you murmur, the sand sifting under your weight as she pants. She’ll be too lightheaded soon. “What am I going to do with you?”

Ochako mumbles something inaudible, body caught in a brief interlude. You wonder, absentmindedly, if she can hear a word you’re saying. Pupils dilating and fixed on your looming figure. Heat hems her scales and they glow in the eventide. She hums dumbly, gaze unwavering, as though her mind was abuzz with nothing but you.

“Stay,” cool where she encircles your wrist, halting your hand as it began to move, she looks up at you through dark lashes, pleading. After a blank moment she adds, “Longer”.

“Alright,” adjusting your position to cradle her on your chest, you cast a last look at the tide. There’s little time left before the current inevitably pulls you in—if Ochako doesn’t try to first. A day apart is a day too many.

“As long as you want”.

[yorakashi]

Hi! I’m writing a dabihawks fanfiction this time ;)

Pairing : Dabi / Hawks. Todoroki Touya / Takami Keigo

Tags : High School AU, Hero Torodoki Touya, Hero Shigaraki Tomura|Shimura Tenko, Hero Iguichi Shuuichi|Spinner, Angst, Hurt & Comfort

Summary : Todoroki Touya enters his second year at UA, stuck with Hawks, the most perfect person he can’t stand. But as the school year unfolds, Touya finds himself drawn into Hawks’ hidden struggles, uncovering secrets that make him question everything he thought he knew.

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He was in his class.

Keigo, better known as Hawks. The perfect student, the golden child, the one everyone talked about in hushed, admiring tones. A prodigy that U.A had never seen before.

From the few joint exercises between Class A and Class B last year, Touya had seen more than enough of Keigo in action to solidify his feelings.

He remembered watching Hawks during one of the exercises, soaring above the rest of them, surveying the field like a predator in control of everything. He didn’t just participate in the exercise—he owned it. And that smug, radiant smile when he swooped in to save the day, like it was the most natural thing in the world, only made Touya's blood boil.

Hawks was everything Touya had worked so hard to be, yet he was miles ahead without even trying. It felt like the universe was mocking him, dangling perfection right in front of his face. Every time Touya saw Hawks in action, it was like a reminder of his own failures, his own struggles to control his quirk, to keep from burning himself alive.

There Hawks stood, effortlessly charming the room, his smile brighter than the sun. He moved with a confidence Touya could only dream of, like he belonged—like he was made for this. The way he connected with others, how people naturally gravitated toward him, it was almost unfair. Everything about him was unfair. His flawless face, his easy laugh, and, of course, those wings. Touya’s eyes were drawn to them immediately—massive, magnificent, red wings, neatly tucked behind him but full of power, just waiting to unfold.

Touya felt an ache in his chest—a twisted mix of admiration and envy. How could someone like Hawks even exist? He was perfect in every way Touya was broken. He wanted to hate him, but instead, all he could feel was this gnawing jealousy. Keigo was what Touya knew he could never be: light, free, perfect.

But despite all the bitterness, there was something more insidious gnawing at Touya. Something he hated even more than Hawks himself—the sickening admiration he couldn’t shake off. It was buried beneath layers of resentment, but it was there, lurking. Because as much as he despised Keigo, part of him wanted to be him.

He didn't fell that since he had saw the perfect divided red and white hair of his baby brother. And that was the worst part of it all.

And now, for the second time of his life, perfection incarnate was going to be in the same place as him, every single day, reminding him of everything he wasn’t. Of everything he could never be.

He felt himself regressing, still feeling like the angry and unstable child he had been.

That sucks.

[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

tired [g.w. x reader]

warnings: depressing

a/n: school's been draining me, so i kinda wrote this for myself.

--

tired.

that was the only feeling that plagued you.

not anger, not sadness, not even joy. it felt as though you had been cursed; stripped of the ability to feel anything. not even a crucio could override this everlasting numbness.

weeks after weeks, fatigue held you in a chokehold, draining every inch and crevice of your body of life; as if a dementor were kissing you.

it was visible in your eyes, the way dark crescents hung lowly neath them. it was visible in the way your hair stuck out every which way, unlike your usual and neat updo. your slouch, your drawl, your strained vision.

every now and then, you wished and wished and wished. you wished until you could barely think of anything more in the world to long for and yearn. and everything in the world seemed to be the ability to enter eternal stasis; frozen in time without a single care in the world - resigned to slumber you would never be woken from.

sometimes, you yearned to place down your quill and burst into flames - then disintegrate into ashes - then a magpie would swoop by and leave a great gust of wind that would blow you away, scattering you into different corners of the world.

just to be free.

OWLS were nearing, and with every second that brought you closer to your first exam, you couldn't help but dread the sound of parchment being crumpled up and tossed, or the smell of ink so strong you could taste it.

you could feel yourself wasting away with the mouldy centuries-old books in the library. every page was rough, rigid, thin, like your skin. meals were skipped, and you could only manage a cup of water. anything else and you were bloated.

it wasn't like you to be in such a ghastly state, and surely enough the people around you noticed. you pushed them away, though. your job at the ministry was at stake if you didn't get all 'Outstanding's, even for Divinations.

a pair of eyes watched over you. bad day after bad day, break down after break down. he watched you, fighting back every muscle and nerve in his body to just run over to you and hug you, telling you life would get better and that OWLS would be a thing of the past - a past you'd look back on and think 'i should've been living'.

the candle burning brightly, magnificently, at your side was getting shorter and shorter, and shorter. the wax was practically overflowing at that point, and had spilled all over the table. the glow of the flame loomed over your face - oh - you looked dead; like a reanimated corpse subjected to hours of scribbling and crumpling and scribbling and tossing until the strings cut and snap - collapsed.

you looked so frail, so small, no bigger than a thumbnail. he could just fit you in the palm of his hands.

'i just want her to be happy.' the boy thought, 'if i could just ease her worries.'

he longed to see the scowl on your face sculpt into a smile.

a smile so bright it brought the sun and stars to shame.

a smile so bright it could light up the world.

he longed to hear your laugh - your laughter that could bring even gods to their knees. and gods, he wished and he wished until he could wish no more.

he longed, and he longed, and he longed, until he was sick of longing - until he got sick of the fluttery deep pits of his stomach twisting and churning.

he just wanted to see you happy. just to see you full of life and not confined to the woes of the world.

he had no control over that, though. he knew it well enough. it was ingrained in him the moment he learned to walk.

he had no control over anything, of course. he was was a weasley. red hair. freckles. hand-me-down robes from myriads of generations ago. what power could he possibly have other than the power over a bludger and a puny firework?

still, he longed for the day you would finally look up and lock eyes with him without your mind being pre-occupied with arithmancy and charms. he could try working his charm on you, but with how you were right now, he was better off flirting with a wall.

so, defeated, he resigned himself to his quill and paper and then -

magic.

of course.

magic was the solution to everything.

he was quick to dip his quill into his well of ink and hurriedly scribble. he then folded it messily into a paper crane - then, with a little tap and a little blow, it flew over to you.

the sound of something landing on your table broke you out of your trance. you were in the midst of writing mountains upon mountains of words that slowly lost all meaning. your eyes darted over to the crane. your face - it softened. what was this sensation? it felt as though all of the muscles in your face, after decades of being scrunched up, had finally jellified. it ached, but soon after, relief came.

you picked it up, carefully unwrapped it and read its contents.

' beautiful girl. i long for the day you smile. all the best for your OWLS. '

then - there it was.

the smile he'd give up the world for.

it was there, and it was brighter than the pathetic candle that struggled to compete with it. no lumos could ever outshine it, and no nox could ever dull it.

beautiful, beautiful, girl, he thought.

he caused that smile.

that smile was his, and his only.

--

[teamdarkweek]

Need the story behind this really bad

Alright, here you are! I honestly had no story behind this, but I made one up for you, it's a bit mushy though!

Serial Number (also on Ao3)

E-123 Omega - the most impressive, most magnificent, and most righteous robot ever to roam Mobius - was being used as a clothes airer. He buzzed his fans, blowing a pair of tights from one lens of his ocular unit. Rouge took them from his face, and looped them onto the proper airer in the utility room of her home.

Shadow and Omega were rarely permitted into her new home, after her first flat had been battered and the doorframes split, so now it was theirs. But that whole building was evacuated for a bomb scare, as trivial as it seemed to them, so there was no choice but to have an unwilling stayover until it was cleared for re-entry.

"Ooh, you've warmed them too: hold this blanket so I can be cosy." She chuckled, climbing over him in the tiny room. The only plug in the building that had undampened access to power was the one for her extreme gear, which was wedged in between the washing machine and spare freezer in a room not much bigger than him. He growled as she dumped another pile of clothes on his head, then climbed back over him.

"I know, I know. I'll get these out your way. God, you're paying the electric bill for this weekend, Megs."

Omega looked around for another person in the room. Rouge laughed.

"Oh sure, 'what, me?' He says, costing two weeks power in one charge! Yes, you're paying for it!"

"This assignment of blame is unreasonable! Unit will pay no such thing. Entity Identified 'Megs' welcome to pay."

Rouge squinted at him as she hung out her work uniform, before she gave in to snickering again.

"Megs as in O-meg-a. That's you, darling."

"Incorrect. Not a registered identification."

"Well, don't have a long name if you don't want it shortened!"

Omega tried to wriggle his arms out of his jam in the middle of the room to remove a bra from his eyes, but ended up just shaking it off.

"Title 'Omega' is shortening for puny and incapable mobians: only accepted moniker for E Series Primary Model, ID:123 Ω, edition 4."

She stared at him and blinked. He copied her by closing the shutters on his cameras briefly.

"... sure thing, Megs. Edition 4? Like 'the forth'? Oh my god, he's a landowner, careful: you'll get robbed 'round these parts." She cackled, finished hanging her clothes out, and left him stuck and fuming.

Omega waited impatiently for his teammates to be ready. Why just because they were staying together they had to leave for work together, he didn't know; he would have left hours ago to terrorize the G.U.N. campus in peace, but was outvoted. Shadow was standing on the roof, waiting for the last second before it had to leave; and it had seconds and then some, because Rouge was curling the ends of her hair.

Omega knocked on the door forcefully, and she helped.

"Geez, M.G., don't spook me like that. Shoot, now I have a burn to cover up. We'll only get later if you pull tricks!" She whined through the door.

"M.G. is an initialising of what?"

"Oh Em Gee! Like Omega!" She laughed through the door. He stomped away, sat at the bottom of the stairs, then performed a perfect impersonation of her fire alarm, so they both panicked and ran through the house.

Rouge covered her magnificent ears with the heavy hood over her all-black jumpsuit. Only her wings were exposed, and she folded them back so they blended with the outfit.

Omega crunched himself small, his eyes zoomed to their maximum capacity so nearly the whole red light was obscured with a pupil. They crouched together on the roof of a pub, where he glared in at the exhibition across the street. Next to him, something fluttered, and a dark figure swooped from his side to the awnings of the museum. He spotted her, switching one eye to a heat signature to track her in through a chimney. As she crossed the first room, another heat signature walked up the stairs to the Byzantine display.

□ Guard enters. Await clearance.

Rouge hung on the ceiling very still before the other figure opened the door, and walked straight under her, across to the next exhibit, where it stopped.

○ Clear, E?

Omega didn't register what 'E' meant, presuming it was a misstype from her fallible fingers.

□ Await clearance. Guard poised to return.

And as he predicted, the guard had followed the wrong directions, and went back on themselves and back to the stairs to go one more floor up.

□ Clear to proceed.

○ Perf, thanks darl.

Rouge had paused to type, and now progressed to the coronets encased in perspex. As she arrived, she opened a window a tiny bit, and Omega lined up his shot.

With perfect precision, he shot a laser too small for natural eyes to see into the security camera, shattering the glass lens inside. He then switched the laser to the cabinet, carving a hole big enough for her to climb through. She instantly descended on it, forcing him to stop the invisible deadly line just a moment before her arm crossed it. He beeped for a job well done, and certainly not worry for his most breakable friend.

She filled her arms and bag with glittering, gem-heavy jewellery, and sped along the ceiling, above the cameras, and back into the chimney.

Omega adjusted his eyes to normal distance as Rouge swept over him, grasping him by the handles and into the night.

"Wonderfully done, E-Megs." She hummed softly into the enveloping night she carried them through. His mind processed, and then he filled with rage.

"Incorrect Name!"

"What, where? What did I say?"

"Unacceptable shortening!"

"Megan, haven't you ever heard of a nickname?!" She laughed as they soared out of the city before she started to descend.

"'Nickname' not necessary!"

"Well, no, nothing's necessary, but it's friendly."

Omega seethed, and parsed her name, searching for an equally insulting shortening.

"R... Roger."

"Oh sweetie, I don't think that's going to work."

"As logical as Megan!"

"No, it's similar letters, but you've not preserved the sounds. You can nickname based on other things about someone. Like I could call you a tincan, because you're made of metal, or Red, because you're sorta red, or-"

"You are a furbag."

"Well, that's just rude, and not that funny. Keep trying, though." She chuckled as she set him on the ground, flexing her wings as she sat on his shoulder. Omega didn't observe that there was likely nobody else who could insult her like that without being dropped to the tarmac and assaulted for their troubles. He stomped them home, jumbling letters and wordclouds to find the right names.

Days later, the team convened for a briefing. Omega could barely contain his excitement at finally - finally - hitting the field again. He elbowed Rouge as she scribbled their notes and supplies list.

"More flares." He whispered unquietly. She nodded, and jotted something under the second of three columns; she'd titled this one 'Megalomaniac'. Omega took the paper and ripped it from the pad. She smirked, and drew up her note page again, titling the columns: 'Shadow, P-M(ega)-S, Rouge❤️'

Omega whirred for a minute, thinking, before he decided that was also too insulting, and ripped that page too. Shadow confiscated the notepad.

Rouge was occupied harassing the red creature from the floating island. Shadow and Omega kicked their heels - figuratively and literally - while they waited for her to return so their mission could continue. And Shadow betrayed him.

"Are you prepared for the siege, E... E-one hundred and twenty-three (the fourth)?" It faltered, awkward as it tried to join in the feud. Omega burned: he had explicitly printed all of the unacceptable variations of his name to deliver to Rouge, and Shadow had posed as his ally when it attached this list to the fridge. Omega handled this defect to the side of evil with all the grace and decorum it deserved: he picked Shadow up by its ankles and swung it.

"You do not understand nicknames. Please refer to the Wiki Texts: it is an affront to be incorrectly insulted. Alternative proceeding: Don't try to be funny." He said in time with the shaking of Shadow, as it maintained folded arms and furrowed brow, despite the quills being loosened from its hair.

"You objected to shortenings. I shall lengthen your name instead. Perhaps you would prefer even longer?" Shadow kept its face masterfully still and its pose as serious as ever despite being upside down, barely letting one eye narrow as Omega glared; "Ascii: Zero-one-zero-zero-zero-one-zero-one,"

Omega beamed hatred at it through his glowing red eyes, which only served to encourage Shadow that this was the intended outcome.

"Numerical: Zero-"

"You are not funny." Omega shouted in its face, holding it up to his own head plate. Shadow smirked, but zipped easily out of his grasp to stand as sombrely as ever, lest Knuckles see it having fun from afar.

"So touchy. What's it to you? It's barely a name, just a glorified serial number."

Omega glared at Rouge's shape across Angel Island as she was chased like the pest she was by the guardian. He didn't have an answer, but he did have rage. And neither of them had the good sense to draw a line.

"If I were you, I'd want a new name. You're bearing the title of your creator far too proudly."

"Project Shadow: a military-funded armaments initiative. There is no honour in that." Omega remarked coldly.

"Shadow: a way to find the path of light. Named for the hope of a friend. I have every honour in that." It spat. Omega let the silence hang, before deciding he was still angry.

"Project Shadow led to the raid of the Ark. I would not bear that name."

Shadow stood, stunned, eyes wide at Omega. He reassessed his choice of words, but his pride was too great to scrounge and retract them. So they both burned silently for a minute more until Shadow had a handle on itself; it turned slowly on its heel, its face fixed on Omega.

"You would dare turn that event to a petty point to score?" It whispered. Omega couldn't look at it. He stared at Rouge and Knuckles without processing his view.

"Shadow and Rouge consent to mock the identifier of E-123 Omega. The point was scored equitably: their names are not above mine."

Shadow glowered at Omega, but it soon turned away to think.

Omega found Shadow remarkably easy to read, however, and observed its tapping fingers in its glove and the puff of breath through its nose: something unfinished in this conversation left Shadow with a compulsion to correct.

"Matter is trivial. Complete binary string, then never speak it again." He grumbled. Shadow breathed a heavy sigh of relief, then began reciting zeroes and ones under its breath for compulsion's sake. Omega waited it out.

Shadow did not join Rouge in nicknaming Omega from there on, and before the end of their mission she had picked that up, but was too stubborn to stop with the 'Megs' despite the filthy glares it tossed her. Omega simply stopped responding to a thing she said, even when she didn't use a statement with names, which only made Shadow angrier with her. When they wrapped and returned to G.U.N. with a successfully cleared-out base, he turned away from them, back to the flat.

"Where are you going, big guy? They've not cleared the building as safe yet." Rouge sighed. Omega ignored her.

"Omega. We're going home." Shadow said quietly, grumpily looking to Rouge as it stood as a go-between again. Omega twisted his head.

"E-123 Omega is invulnerable and not in need of shelter."

He stomped away.

The building was still closed, but Omega jetted to the roof to sit, because he couldn't go back to the G.U.N. building yet in case Shadow or Rouge were still there, as they would know he hadn't actually gone to the flat. Of course, he could have blasted the door open anyway, but for a walking arsenal he felt something like emptied, so he sat on the roof shooting the feathers off birds that passed.

"Good shot, Omega." Rouge murmured over his shoulder. She hadn't crept up on him, of course; it wasn't possible for a machine to be lost in thought. He jumped because he hadn't expected her to speak; he wasn't concerned that she'd managed to find him on the roof. As quickly as he'd turned his head to see her, he swivelled it away again as though he hadn't.

She sighed and sat down next to him, sunning her wings in the dregs of the day. He ignored her as she tutted and sighed, opening and closing her mouth, until she sighed again harder, and he still didn't do what she wanted.

"Okay, you know how sometimes you throw me at things, and you think I'll be alright, but I just get hurt?" She said to the toes of her shoes and the sunset in front of her, bouncing her heels on the edge of the roof. He did not acknowledge.

"Or, when you jump and expect me to catch you, and my elbows buckle, 'cause I wasn't ready?"

She flexed her arms as she thought pointlessly aloud. Omega knew perfectly the kinds of incidents she was referring to: he still struggled to remember how animal strength was contingent on pose, daily status and nutrition, and was not a constant like his.

"Yeah. Sometimes you think I can take something I can't, or something's fun for me when it isn't. I do that too. I thought we were joking around, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Unit is unimpacted by meaningless meatbag remarks." Omega said quickly, and she snorted.

"Well, when you say things like that, I sometimes believe you! Hang on, I didn't mean that; it's not your fault what I say."

Rouge didn't apologise. Not seriously. 'Sorry' only crossed her lips to be cruel or sarcastic. She was 'sorry' you underestimated her, for example, or 'sorry' she stood up for herself. She had personally twisted the word so completely, it would never sound genuine on her tongue. But then again, she did apologise: She sat quietly while he thought, uncomfortable in her own implied admission of guilt. He kept expecting her to interrupt and spin the scenario again until she was right and everyone was wrong, but she resisted the urge, and watched the sun set glumly.

Omega didn't know how to receive this. He had wanted to shout, or take revenge on her, but by now an unfamiliar blue feeling had settled in, and he was just sick of all this.

"What is the purpose?" He beeped after a while. Rouge leant her hands on the concrete and sighed as she stretched her back.

"I am a cruel lady, I thought you knew."

Omega considered this, and shot a pigeon as it flew past. He shot to miss, just grazing its tail-feathers but sent the beast into shock, and it smacked into a window in its haste to escape. She snickered.

"You're so merciful these days, so nice, I barely recognise you. Why not just kill it?"

"Pigeon is providing amusement. It would be less entertaining dead."

"Don't shoot birds to make me laugh. Not that it's a waste of birds, but it is a waste of ammo." She smiled. Omega thought she was joking, but it was still hard sometimes between them; she was so different from he, and things always went wrong when they forgot that.

Instead, he folded a finger back to produce a laser, and circled it around the pigeon on the jutting-out balcony it rested on below them. It started to follow the line like it was hypnotised, and Omega watched like he was hypnotised.

"Y'know, in my circles, nobody calls eachother by their full first name. It's kind of unfriendly, especially if someone's your friend or family. Not making an excuse. Just wondered if you knew."

Omega inclined his head, and folded that knowledge into the crinkly pages of information he had on his teammates. They were so messy and illogical.

"It is insulting to call you 'Rouge'?" He queried, mental pointer poised over her name field. She laughed.

"Heavens, no! I chose this name; that is the right one. I wouldn't let you know a name I didn't want you to call me."

"A challenge is posed."

She wrinkled her nose and stopped laughing; "I suppose I deserve that, but don't expect help to find it."

Omega silently erased the goal.

"How can a name be self-designated? It is an identifier used by others. It is assigned by the maker."

Rouge pulled her knees up from the side of the building and crossed her legs. Omega copied her, finishing tormenting the pigeon and twisting his head to her. She sucked her canines as she thought.

"No, that's not correct. It's how you see yourself, too. Clearly, you care about a name more than just some word other people use for you: since it's so important to who we are, we get to decide what it is."

She stole awkward glances at him as she spoke, and he stared at her thoughtfully with the world's most intense eye contact, until she finished her thought;

"I guess I just find it surprising you're happy identifying with Eggman, since you're pretty determined to destroy him."

Omega thought seriously over the problem that had been turning in his mind since his talk with Shadow: why did it matter so much to keep the moniker Eggman had given him? Something the doctor he hated had likely put no thought into, simply filled in from a list and arbitrarily stuck on him. It made sense to reject it. And yet...

"This unit is defined by the defiance of Eggman Code. If there is no evidence Eggman, there is no evidence of this choice." He tried to phrase it in a way that made sense, but again Rouge was too dissimilar to him to understand easily; "It is necessary that Eggman know he was destroyed by his own creation, who has surpassed him. This Unit is an E-series, built from generic parts for servitude. To erase that... cannot be countenanced."

Rouge thought quietly for a long time as the sun set around them. She looked him over; arrows indicating where parts should be assembled by factory line robot underlings. Red bulbs behind the ocular lenses that could be replaced at the local camera repair store. Countless screws and wires she had already exchanged and tightened.

"If every board of the ship has been replaced over time, is it still the same ship that set sail?" She asked.

"Unit has no interest in maritime foolishness." Omega supplied quickly, and she chuckled.

"I think it will be. Alright; do you want to collect your charger, at least?"

"... Unit has no place in the City to dock."

"Thought so. Come on, big- E, um, E-12-"

"Omega. Beast brains not sophisticated enough to remember numbers." He declared, raising himself from the roof as she stiffly stood up.

"I'll do the codes if you like, it just sounds like a 'Mister' or 'Missus' to me, and that always seems weird. But I'll do it." She added the last quickly as they headed off the roof. Omega grunted and beeped.

"You will forget again."

"No, I won't! I mean it!"

"Beast brain cannot perfectly recall facts. Failure of memory inevitable."

She grumbled, stretching her arms and offering one to him to lower them down gracefully.

"Alright, well if you think my memory is bad now, I'm going to give you hell when I'm senile. Purposely. But you won't be able to hold it against me, it's just my 'beast brain'."

"Preemptively forgiven. I know better than to be offended by your limited faculties."

"Shall I forget I'm holding you one hundred feet in the air?"

"One hundred and forty-six feet and two point two inches at time of statement. Inaccuracies are expected with feeble wet mind."

"Wet?"

She swooped them down, pretending to drop before she slowed their descent just in time, then settled on his shoulder as he walked them home.

[woman-of-the-walls]

Tasha, The Satyr-Maiden

Part 1 | Part 2 coming soon

types: satyr, breeding/pregnancy kink, ovipositor

At my brother's wedding there was nobody better suited to make the speeches than a satyr. Never mind that public speaking would drive Tasha into a nervous spiral for an hour beforehand. No, she was always expected to be the natural-born presenter. I hated my family for their closed-minded ways and felt a similar way toward Tasha's parents, who expected her to put on a show at any major function and be their respectable satyr-daughter.

But, she did look mighty fine from the side. A ray of light hit her through the chapel windows as she stood up to make her speech about people she barely knew. Her face was slender and long - her ears were like two floppy muscle shells and the fur on them was a pleasant grey. When she had to make a speech, she spoke in breaths that halted at the end of each sentence.

She wore a modest skirt with buttons in an attempt to conceal her ass, but her curves couldn't be fully contained. A warmth crept up toward my womb. I couldn't help but take in her solid shoulders, her powerful arms and hands - that is where her real confidence lay.

She spotted me out the corner of her eye, and that made her lose concentration. Damn! I felt so guilty I looked away at my idiot brother and his soon-to-be-wife, who was staring at her nails.

I got up to stock up on nibbles and cake, and I realised I'd left a nice sticky mess on the seat.

When I got back with a platter full of goodies, the atmosphere had become dreadful. My Tasha was slumped onto her seat and she had a stormy look. Words Had Been Said.

There was no pleasing these fools. I walked her back to her car and I stole the platter, because she would be ravenous when she calmed down.

At our ranch, Tasha stared out the kitchen window, she had been quiet for seven whole hours on the trip back. I still felt guilty, about distracting her and about not Having Words with my family. I intended to make her feel better. I slipped an arm around her and felt the muscles below her diaphragm relax.

"You didn't do anything wrong. If that's what you're thinking." She said in her soft, gravelly voice.

I traced the soft skin in between her ribs.

"I just felt like I messed things up for you." I said. Then my fingers inched toward her breasts and I lightly pinched a single nip and she let out a sigh.

"The other too." she sighed again, and I obliged. Then she leant her bountiful ass into me and I nearly fell backward.

"I should have never accepted their requests. They will learn to accept me soon enough." she said as I started making circles around her breasts.

"They won't. Fuck that kind of family. You're the only kind of family I want." I said - my throbbing mess wanted to feel her thighs.

She seemed surprised by this and she pulled away from me, turning to face me, the tips of her ears fluttered a little.

"You know, last time this happened to me, my ex was too afraid to even come back with me. He stayed by his family and then came back to me later trying to say he loved me. But when he left me, it was over." said Tasha. Then she went to a huge jug of coffee that had been brewed in the morning and gave herself a big ol' cup.

"What I'm saying is I trust you, my dear. Because I know you won't leave me out in the cold." she replied.

I felt relief at not having done her wrong, but I still had that painful thirst for her, as she loved to toy with me and deny my pleasure.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that." I whimpered so apologetically, as if I were the one who had left her in the cold. She smiled with a look in her eye that I hadn't seen before. She guzzled the whole mug of the cold black stuff in one magnificent swoop, then she cupped my chin in her left hand.

"It's high time we made something together." she whispered, making my hairs stand on end.

At the start of our relationship, I looked for advice what to expect when dating a satyr woman. The satyr women are a wilder people, the other human women said. But, if they if she trusts you enough, she can impregnate you with her own eggs and a spell, and you can give birth to...things. Little biological machines, given just a pinch of life force and a purpose (of course, you could create a baby if you truly wanted).

Tasha slapped me on the ass. "Get out of your head and into bed" she commanded me. So I rushed off to our bedroom and I fell into the lush duvet on our king-sized bed. My wetness was leaving a damp mark on my jeans that was only getting larger.

I slipped out of everything so when Tasha walked in, her eyes surveyed me up and down admiring my hills and my valleys as if I were a picturesque piece of land she was going to fuck.

"Now, this is important my dear. What sort of thing do we want to make?" she said. I was at a loss. I just wanted her to fall on me. Then I thought of the the garden, for some strange reason. The aphids were killing all the roses in the yard.

"I wish for a ladybug to kill the aphids" I replied.

Tasha cocked her head to the side in slight confusion as she knew nothing of gardening, only that its results could sometimes be delicious.

"Then a ladybug we shall make." she said and her eyes fell on my glistening lips. She leaned over me and put a hand on my lower belly, whispering in my ear a spell in the divine language of Dionysia and a little knot I didn't know existed before widened within me.

"The spell is to protect your womb, my dear, and to kill any pains of labour." she said. I stared her in the eyes. I had no patience left, I stole the first kiss from her and how soothing her lips felt. Offended, she pulled away and made revenge kisses down my neck, and I inhaled the faint woodland scent of the fur on her shoulders. Then my hands reached for her shirt and nearly ripped the buttons off opening it, grabbing her already numb B-cups, Tasha moaned into me.

She wouldn't let me have it for long and she forced me back down, her arms wrapped their way around my lower back and she kissed my nipples like they were the last thing on earth. I tried to buck my hips to find some friction on her, but she wouldn't give me any.

"I'm not gonna knock you up yet, my little princess." she commanded, making her way down to my belly, she lifted me and held my ass with her muscular frame, kissing circles around my hips and then skin below my belly button for agonising minutes. I complained and wailed at her, and my throbbing clit poked out a little from under my folds and she couldn't help herself from dipping her tongue in, circling it, until I felt her lips gently suck on it and I saw her goat-like ears just flopping onto both my thighs.

My hips bucked against her lightly, finding enough rhythm between us to send me over the edge, and the contractions rolled through me, drenching the bedsheets in puddles. Yet she had merely ploughed me, she was yet to fertilise me, she still needed to fill my cavernously empty cunt.

Tasha got out from between my legs and away from the bed and she stood over me. She had a devious expression on her face. She still had her black pants on, and there was a delicious bulge in them. It was her ovipositor, her girldick, I needed it. Now.

She said only one word - "Beg".

I got on my knees and spoke of how I'd write stories about her, I told her about how I'd let her fuck me in the mornings, but she soon stopped me.

"Romantic, but that is not at all necessary my love. You never mentioned letting me wipe the wall with your body" she said so smoothly.

"No, but I might you." I replied, surprising her. Her nipples swelled at the suggestion and she let me ram her muscular frame against the wall. Then she let me run my hands down her rugged curves, over the fine golden hairs that ran in between her breasts and covered her belly like beautiful, rampant weeds. My fingers unbuckled her belt, but the her leg found itself between my thighs. My mind lost control of my body, my hips grinded wildly against her leg. I have to admire her restraint, I was ruining her favourite pants, our nipples rubbing togeather, and her bulge so tantalisingly close.

Then she took back control and slammed me against another wall. My hands finally unbuttoned her fly and then slipped off her pants. Underneath was her smooth ovipositor, erect, wide open and covered in her own stickiness. I held her ass and pushed her ovipositor into my mess, but she thrust only very lightly and shallowly to tease me. I bought my whole body weight down on it, Tasha’s eyes fluttered, and her knees bucked. I gripped her ass, encouraging her to fill more of me. That drove her wild, as if she were almost possessed, and she forced me into a mating press against the wall. She pinned me like a picture frame. The picture - Tasha, thrusting ever more greedily and deeply into me, her willing mate, my feet no longer touching the floor. Her tension gradually built within me, until she burst, my moans went with her rhythm as her eggs pumped into me.

To be continued…

Part 1 | Part 2 coming soon!

[heliosthegriffin]

Shadow Knight, and Magic Girls XI

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Chapter 11

Ruby was not having a good time.

"Oh, look how cute she is!" A pair of big motherly arms swooped her up, and swung her around.

Ok, maybe, she was having a little bit of a good time.

Pyrrha looked wide eyed at the magnificent specimen of a woman, known colloquially as Mama Arc.

Broad-shouldered. Wide Hips. Slightly taller than Pyrrha herself, putting her just under her son and husbands height. She was beautiful in a aged wine sense, in that while she an older woman, she wasn't worse off for it.

White-streaked blonde hair in neat-bun, Pyrrha noticed Jaune had inherited his mothers eyes in color, but his father's shape. His mother had much softer and more watery eyes.

Her chest was also enormous, and Pyrrha couldn't be sure it was all natural and from being such a large woman, or from having so many children.

As Pyrrha peered into the home of the Arc Clan, where besides the already met twins, were 3 more young ladies of the same origin, if developed differently. On, the wall she spotted a photo of a young Jaune, and seven girls, so, she correctly assumed them to be his sisters.

She looked back at Mama Arc's chest. It was a mystery, poor Ruby looked like she was about to expire.

"Oh!" Pyrrha saw a shadow loom over her. "I also didn't see you! Aren't you just precious!" Pyrrha had a moment, and she saw her doom, then was too pulled into the Mama Arc's embrace.

While she and Ruby fought for they're lives, they realized, that Jaune had gotten his physical ability not just from his father!

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Jaune watched Pyrrha and Ruby go through the normal initiation to being brought into the Arc House.

Then he turned his attention to the backyard, his father pressing a bow into his hand.

"It's been a while since we've had a chance to shoot together."

Papa Arc made his living on his bow string, having gotten good enough as a teen to be picked up a major team as a trainee, before going pro and making enough to retire early from sponsorships, then a few wise investments later, he had start up his own online store for custom bows, meant for sports, hunting, or just luxury.

Jaune held the bow in his hand, flipping it around, early in his career as a monster hunter he had considered using a bow, his father had taught him how to hunt with one, even if his aim needed work, but he had dismissed the idea.

A gun was just more practical, didn't need a quiver either, or as much back strength, and easily concealable.

Still..

Jaune let a arrow flew, hitting the edge of the target.

It wouldn't hurt to knock the rust off the skill.

"Wow. That sucked." His father snickered.

Then fired five arrows in rapid succession, forming a L in the target.

"Want to try again?." Papa Arc said playfully.

Jaune rolled his eyes, drew his string back, and shot a bit closer to the center. "Hey! I'm still warming up!"

"Yeah, that's what they all say," His father did a trick shot, shooting three at once, hitting at the end of the L in a line, to make it into a U. "U need to practice more, is what I say." His father drawled.

Jaune notched another arrow and fire, hitting the yellow rim of the target. "I think I'm doing fine."

Papa Arc smirked. "For a novice. Though, keep it up, and one day you'll be good like your old man."

Jaune shook his head, and patted his father on the back, sending man stumbling. "I don't know about that,"

His father coughed, the breath knocked out of him. "Geez, son! What you've been eating? It felt like you hit me in the back with a brick!" His father coughed again, but he looked proud. "Well, you might look half-dead, but at least you're zombie strong!"

"Thanks?"

"Zombies are strong, son. They're always crawling out of the earth, you know how hard that is? Bursting out of a coffin that's hard. Well, I wouldn't know, but it's still difficult, I think."

Jaune did not want to find out, he wasn't claustrophobic, but he appreciated being out in the open more than he did inside a box.

"Guess, you're right."

"As I always am." His father looked at his mother, and smiled. "We should go save your girlfriends, before your mother suffocates them. You know your sisters aren't going to help!"

"And, when have they ever been helpful? Also, not dating them, they're not interested in me."

Papa Arc laughed. "Yeah, you're mom and I had them to sit around and look pretty." He paused. "You included."

"Hey!"

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Dinner was not a quiet affair in the Arc home. Ruby practically burrowed into the seat of her chair, trying to avoid eye-contact with any of the big blonde beasts that inhabited the Arc houses. Her best efforts were met with failure, as her Besties sisters descent upon her like a ... big scary thing.

The jerk didn't even help her! Pyrrha was too busy being mobbed to help either, well at least she did not suffer by herself. She'd make sure to bring the rest of the test with her next time as sacrifices ... Backup, she meant backup.... Sacrifices.

Eventually, she and Pyrrha migrated around to either side of Jaune, looking to him for protection from the rest, but that was when she realized, that he was just as much a victim as the rest of them.

"I can't believe Mr. Moody decided to grace us with his presences!" Rouge, one of the older sisters, her hair tied back into a messy pony tail, she shamelessly dressed in bright-red sports-bra and shorts, she lacked the full-body of her older sisters and mother, but made up for it toned muscle and tan skin. "I almost forgot what you looked like. Eh, 5/10, too much blonde, needs a tan."

Jaune twirled his fork quietly before eating, but Ruby noticed that he had a sinister smirk. "Good to see you, Rouge. I see you didn't shower yet." He crinkled his nose. "I smelt you a block away!"

"Oh! You want to go, little man!? I can put you in a headlock just like I used too!"

"You couldn't wrap both arms around my arm, much less my neck, you numbskull."

Ruby thought for a second that she was about to throw herself over the table at Jaune.

But, instead they launched into a back and forth the likes she thought only happened in her home, but soon realized that her sibling conflict was mundane compared to the level of spite the Arc siblings had towards one another, not hate, but rage and annoyance.

The Arc home was big, but you could only pack so many people in so much space before they start fighting, and family was no exception.

"Cut it out, you two, we have guests." Rose Arc was the one most resembled Mama Arc physically and so far the closest in age to the parents, but with a much more calm and subdued atmosphere. But, instead of a hair-bun, her hair went down to her shoulders neatly, wearing a nice pink dress, that Ruby was in no way biased towards with it's awesome rose in the middle. "If you want to play wait till later."

The two huffed, and look ready to argue, but a single glance from her silanced them.

"Sorry," A quiet voice from next to Ruby got her attention, Noire Arc, young than the twins, and one of Jaune's younger sisters, and the only one with glasses, and a bob cut. She was dressed moodily, wearing black eye-shadow and lipstick, but dressed conservatively, looking like a mini-goth librarian. "They're like this all the time, or used to be." She paused. "Get out while you still can."

Ruby giggled. "I wish, but I'm that lugs best friend!"

Noire looked at her curiously. "Why? You can do better."

Ruby frowned. "What's that supposed to mean? Jaune's great!"

She looked at her plate. "He's an Arc."

"And?"

Noire cocked her head at Ruby. "You don't read much history, do you?"

Ruby laughed awkwardly, she was only barely passing history with Weiss and Blakes help, even though they kept giving her conflicting answers on the reasons behind certain events in history, even if both were technically correct.

"I do." Pyrrha said. "I'm Jaune's friend too, what makes him unworthy to be our friend?" Did Pyrrha say that word weirdly? Ruby asked herself, and then turned back to the youngest Arc.

"Yeah? What's up?"

Noire sighs. "Fertility. Most Arc men have they're first child at fifteen, at least historically speaking, Dad got Mom pregnant at 14, though, and she was only 19 herself. They get going young. They're all man-whores."

Noire ate some more. "So, don't get your hopes up. He'll break your hearts," She shrugged. "Odds are he's already done it at least once, especially with how often he's not home, and given he's already talking about moving out, well, it's not hard to put two and two together."

Ruby dropped her fork. "Uh ..." She looked to Pyrrha for help, but she had her normal smile on. "What's that have to do with anything? He's our friend."

Noire looked at her like she was dense. "It's not uncommon, historically, our dad's a exception, though, for Arcs to have bastards. Get away, before he sinks his claws in you." She paused in thought. "It's not entirely his fault though, Arc's have been in war after war for as long as they can remember, it's a short bloody life, and fighting for one's life stimulates the urges." She took another bite, as though she was talking about the weather. "No chance of us dying out at least."

"So, hypothetically speaking, if Jaune was readily involved ..."

"Well, if he doesn't have as much self control as father, statistically, then yes, just by sheer records of the natural-born recorded in the family tree."

"... How grand."

Ruby shrank closer to Jaune, feeling the need to protect him, as Pyrrha's smile was creeping her out.

Jaune didn't seem to notice still bickering with Rouge, but with much less energy behind it. Eventually, dinner wound down, and Papa and Mama Arc stood up.

"Jaune." Papa Arc. "I just want to let you know, that were proud of you taking your first steps into adulthood, and getting a job, even if you still need to work on your grades."

"Most of us." Rouge said.

Mama Arc shushed her.

"And, seeing as we have you hear, we wanted to tell you that a couple things," Papa Arc put a arm around his wife.

Jaune leaned forward curiously.

"You're sister Blanche is coming home from Mantle in a couple weeks, and so, is my Dad! So, we wanted to let you know ahead of time, so that you could make time to talk with them."

Jaune looked shocked. "Blanche is coming home?"

"Yes, son."

"And, Grandpa?"

"Yes, son."

"Oh." Jaune said flatly, he looked at Ruby and Pyrrha. "We should be going, I need to escort them home."

They're was chorus of interest around the table.

"Also, we're having another baby." Mama Arc said suddenly.

"What!?" Jaune looked like his eyes were about to leap out of socket.

"Just kidding, just wanted to give you a scare." Mama Arc said teasingly.

Jaune shook his head. "Thanks for dinner."

Then he escorted Pyrrha and Ruby out.

Ruby looked at Jaune confused. "Buddy? Why don't you look happy about your grandpa and big sis coming home?"

"Yes, you look alarmed." Pyrrha added.

Jaune said nothing for a good minute, organizing his thoughts. "Blanche hasn't been my sister in a long time." That was saying the least about her, ever since her incident in high-school, she has been different, not the sister he knew as a child.

When she moved to Mantle for her health issues, he had been relieved, it was finally chance for her to get better. That hope had been dashed, when he got his first letter from her.

"Oh. I'm sorry." Ruby added. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. I really, really don't want to." Jaune added, repressing a shutter. "She's not my sister anymore."

"What about your grandpa?"

"He's distant, I never really known him that well." Jaune said, having to think on what he should say about the man, other than he was older than dirt. "He's practically a stranger, my older sisters know him better though," Not by much, though.

Jaune stopped, as he felt his hands suddenly grasped, squeezed with surprising strength by two soft, small hands.

"Jaune," Ruby started. "You got us."

Pyrrha stared him dead-on. "You can rely on us, you're troubles are our troubles. Don't forget that."

Jaune looked away, he couldn't deal with kindness. "I should be the one telling you too that." They were too good for him.

"You can, but don't forget it, that no matter what happens, you'll have us."

"Forever and ever, onto eternity."

Jaune looked at his feet, but looked internally for a source of strength inside him. He found it and looked back at them, a genuine smile on his lips. "I'll take you up on that, if you let me pay you back in kind."

"Of course!" Ruby said, putting her fist to her chest.

Pyrrha smiled gracefully. "I would not have it any other way."

Away, just inside the doorway, Noire watched with a sigh, and looking at the current family tree, and added two names with question marks, then marked them off as lost causes to warning.

"Poor little birdies don't even know they're already in his web." Then turned around inside.

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"Strip." Amber marched to Jaune and demanded, jabbing her pointer finger into his chest, with a unyielding look. "Now."

Jaune looked at the Twin and Vernal for help, but they looked at him with amusement.

"We need to check your status before we let you go out to night, as you're personal physician, I have the final say in your late night activity. If you're not well, I'm not giving my approval to you, and I will tell Big Bear that you're going out risking your life." She paused thinking on her statement. "Beyond the normally approved amount." She jabbed her finger harder into Jaune. "Today please, get those clothes off!"

Vernal whistled, and Jaune noticed that Militades was recording him, while Melanie was smirking, holding a stack of Lien, ready to make it 'rain'.

Jaune knew he was beat, and took his top off.

Amber went around with a clinical and detached expression, poking him, writing down her finding, and over all being a menace to Jaune's sense of personal space.

Eventually, she relented.

Shink.

Then stabbed him with a needle.

Jaune bit his lip, looking at Amber with surprise and horror. "Why?" He asked.

"It's diluted Water Dust." She added as if he should understand.

"Ok, but why?"

"It'll accelerate your healing rate, and energy levels."

Jaune looked down, his wounds looked the same. Maybe, a little less red and angry looking?

"No, not like that. It'll heal you faster than naturally, but it'll still take a couple hours, and as the Water Dust breaks down in your body, you'll also need less hydration than normal, so less risk of you overheating, or getting dehydrated, and making poor choices." She add with a sharp look.

Then she touched his arm, feeling around. Jaune resisted the urge to squirm around. "Stop it." She ordered. "I you're full of knots all over! How do you even move in this state, it must be excruciating."

"You get used to it." Jaune muttered.

"That's stupid." She wrote something on the clipboard. "I'm adding a stupid point to you're record."

"What, and why?"

"Because, I can, and it will make you think twice." She started working his into his shoulders, forcing him to lie down on a table. "Do you even stretch?"

Jaune was silent.

"Jaune, do you stretch?"

Jaune did not answer.

She dug her elbow into his back.

"When I remember, alright?!" Jaune yelped.

"You can't be doing that! You're going to start doing cool downs stretches, from now on, Mister! Understood?!"

"Yes!" Jaune yelped as she popped something in his spine, pain was one thing, but sudden discomfort was another thing.

"Good." Amber added sweetly. "I'd hate for this hunk of sweet meat to get broken."

"What was that?"

Amber blushed. "Nothing." Then got up and sat down, facing burning. "You're good."

The twins escorted him off, it was time to get him suited up for another night out, and show him his new outfit.

Vernal sat down next to Amber, smirking. "Hunk of sweet meat, huh? Not what I'd call him, but close enough."

"Shut up, I hate you." Amber muttered.

"Love you, too." Vernal planted a kiss on her cheek, Amber pushing her away in annoyance.