#a return to form after the Bad Fic yesterday

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Happy Tumblr Milestone Saturday, congrats!!!

If you're up for a fic prompt, any thoughts on Maedhros playing a musical instrument?

Yikes so sorry this took three months to get to! Thank you for the prompt friend <3

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“I think,” says Maedhros, “I should learn to play the harp.”

Maglor stops what he is doing and stares at him. “Nelyo.”

“What?” Maedhros says mildly. “It is a key part of my own history.”

Maglor’s face twists in distress. He turns his gaze back to his work, organising the little bottles of medicines and salves on the table.

“The fiddle, otherwise,” Maedhros suggests. “Or the flute?”

Maglor makes a small, unhappy sound, quickly stifled. That is not what Maedhros wanted. There were few memories he dared cling to, in Angband, scared that in turning them over too often he would rub away the details, or else that they would be snatched perforce from his mind; but he does remember the clear bright sound of Maglor’s laugh, which rang so often and easily through the streets of Tirion. He has not heard it once since his return.

Hard enough to realise he does not know himself any longer – but to find his little brother a stranger is nigh unbearable.

“I was joking, Káno,” he says. “I know I cannot play with only one hand.”

“Oh,” says Maglor. He smiles bravely, although his eyes are wet. “I knew that.”

“Come and sit,” Maedhros says, and then flinches – it sounds like an order, and what right has he to give orders?

But Maglor sets aside his fidgeting and sits down in the chair next to Maedhros’ bed. He always balances the distance perfectly, close enough for Maedhros to see him without straining his neck, far enough away that the proximity does not frighten him. Today, however, Maedhros wants his brother near. He reaches out to take Maglor’s hand in his.

“I miss you,” he says, and then, “I miss me.”

“I know, Nelyo,” Maglor breathes.

“Shall it never again be as it was?” Maedhros asks.

“I think not,” says Maglor, “and yet—” He swallows. “I am glad that you are back, Nelyo.” His eyes bleed apologies.

“Sometimes,” Maedhros says dreamily, “I think I am still there, and it was only some facsimile of me that Thorondor bore back.” Maglor takes a breath and Maedhros adds, “I know that it is not true. My old self was lost long before Finno came.”

“Nelyo,” Maglor says miserably.

“Now I have upset you,” Maedhros says. Tentatively, he lifts his hand to Maglor’s cheek, and Maglor does not flinch in disgust from his touch. “And I only wanted to make you laugh.”

Maglor smiles wryly. “Laughter is in rather short supply, these days,” he says.

Maedhros has known that to be true for himself. But he did not think—

"Is the world so changed?" he asks. "Are you so changed, dearest?"

Maglor lowers his gaze. He looks rather ashamed.

"I should not have left you," Maedhros murmurs.

Maglor meets his eyes again, startled. "How you can say that!" he says. "When I—"

Maedhros touches his cheek again. "All the same," he says, "it has been hard for you."

"Nelyo, that is absurd," Maglor says. "You cannot possibly blame yourself that I grieved you – and while you were living all the time!" He smiles again, bitterly.

Was I? thinks Maedhros. But aloud he says, "Káno, I – I barely recognise anything of myself. May I not – at the very least – remain your elder brother?"

"You are always that," Maglor says, blinking away his tears.

"Then come here," says Maedhros, and he pulls Maglor into a hug, and does not shudder to feel his body so close; so there is still this. And if Maglor is a stranger to him now he still lays his head on Maedhros' good shoulder as he used to when he was very small, and they sit that way for a while.

It cannot last forever – Maedhros is too weak to sit upright for long. Eventually, Maglor lowers him carefully down onto his pillows and fetches the evening round of medicines, and once again he becomes the carer and Maedhros the patient. He is still very gentle, as he coaxes the bitter concoctions into Maedhros, and changes the dressings on his wrist. So perhaps the world is not so changed.

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The next morning, Maglor is carrying his harp when he comes into the tent. He looks pensive, but not unhappy, and he smiles to see Maedhros awake.

"Have you come to play for me?" Maedhros asks.

"Yes, if you would like me to," says Maglor; "but first I thought you could try playing it yourself, if you want to."

Maedhros blinks at him. "Káno, I only have one hand."

"I can teach you some simple melodies," says Maglor, and then he looks uncertain. "But we don't have to – if you would rather I played instead—"

"I'd like you to teach me," Maedhros says gently. (That was interrupting – they will punish him for speaking out of turn – no, it is Maglor, it is Maglor who loves him. Maedhros knows that.)

Maglor brings the harp over to the bed and sits down beside it. He reaches for Maedhros’ hand. “May I?” And when Maedhros nods, he places Maedhros’ fingers on the harp, and teaches him the name of each string in turn.

It turns out to be possible to pluck out a simple little melody on the harp, even with Maedhros’ numb and clumsy fingers. Eventually, Maglor stops guiding his hand and accompanies him instead, smiling encouragingly as he does so; and the sound of the music is very sweet. And when Maedhros deliberately botches the tune, moving his fingers quickly across the strings in a rapid, messy glissando, Maglor's laugh is sweeter yet.

[majestyeverlasting]

Hello lovely <3

Can I please request a Joel miller x reader oneshot where the reader had a really bad run in with infected on a patrol and then when Joel comes home to find her all panicked he comforts her, gets her cleaned up and into bed .etc. ??

Thank you🥰

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

contains non-explicit nudity

Pairing Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary After a brush with death while on patrol, Joel assures you and himself that you're still here as you wind down for the night [outbreak, fluff, 3.3k]

A/N Thank you so much for this amazing request, anon! This is my first fic of 2025, and I appreciate your patience as I took a little break to transition into the new year. I’ve decided to make this fic a part of the From Here on Out universe. I hope you guys enjoy! 

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Chatter and swells of laughter rest at a minimum amid the Tipsy Bison. Only half the usual Friday night patrons have trickled in so far, peppered around the establishment with drinks in hand. The air is thick with the scent of sharp spirits and stale beer. String lights cast everything in a dim, warm glow. 

Beneath the clunk of Joel’s booted footsteps, the floor is sticky. A few nods are directed his way as he saunters towards the bar, which he returns with a tip of his cowboy hat. In the ten months since he arrived in Jackson, he’d built up a reputation for himself. One that was revered and feared all the same. Fading into the background wasn’t an option anymore. 

If folks still didn’t know his name, they undoubtedly recognized him when he walked into the room. That easy, measured stride. Those brows oftentimes furrowed in thought. Those dark, knowing eyes that were humble enough to know he had a lot more to learn. 

The older man wiping down the counter tosses the rag over his shoulder as Joel approaches. Old stains are splotched down the front of his white shirt. But he’s happy to see Joel. A quiet, jazzy piano melody flows from the billiard room. 

“Howdy Clyde,” Joel drawls as he sits. A few barstools down, a pair of friends talk over beer. “You hiding Duke Ellington back there?” 

The man snorts with a shake of his head. “Good ol’ Dennis. Does this a few times a year,” he says. “Comes in, drinks, plays like it’s paying.” 

Joel gazes through the archway to where a couple people shoot pool. Dennis and the piano are just within sight.

“He ain’t too shabby,” Joel says. 

“Not at all,” Clyde agrees. “‘scuse me for a second.” 

Joel listens to the piano as Clyde goes to refill beers. 

He knows you’d appreciate Dennis’ playing. You were drawn to live music like a moth to a flame. Joel realizes then that he misses you. It’s a peculiar feeling that always seems to compound by the end of the day after being apart. You patrolled together when you could, but he’d been on the roster to volunteer at the community stables today. 

It was good, honest work. Peaceful too. There was no need to be on guard, and he didn’t have to talk to anyone unless someone was particularly keen on striking up a conversation. Being with the animals did a lot more for him than he’d ever expressed out loud. 

Back in front of Joel, Clyde braces his thick weathered hands on the counter, “So how’s Alamo? Came bearing good news for me, I hope.” An attentive furrow has formed between his bushy brows. 

Alamo, Cldye’s Stallion, was recovering from what the veterinarians diagnosed as a mild case of the flu. 

“He’s doing much better,” Joel assures. “Got him to eat and drink more than yesterday. He let me lead him around the corral for a couple laps.” 

Clyde’s eyes are grateful. “Thank God. I don’t know how you do it, man.” Joel smiles at the man’s relief.  “What can I get you?” He quirks his thumb to the wall of bottles behind himself. 

There’s a decent selection. Moonshine, applejack, mead—whiskey, which always sounds particularly good these days. 

Joel purses his lips in brief consideration before saying, “I’m okay tonight. Gotta get home to my lady.” 

Clyde hums in understanding. “Smart man,” he says. “I’ll catch you later.”

Outside, it’s cold enough for Joel to see the frost of his breath. People bundled in coats, hats, and scarves mill around because, despite the chill, it’s just another evening in Jackson. Snow still covers the ground from last week’s snowfall, and more is due any day now. The sky is white with promise as the last of the sun’s light lingers near the horizon amid dustings of pink. 

The community center buzzes with life as he passes by. A few people talk outside, and multiple heads can be seen through the windows. Just as he’s about to avert his gaze and continue on his way, his brother bursts through the doors. 

Tommy lifts his hand to signal him to wait even though Joel doesn’t intend to keep walking away. Relief is etched all across his face. 

“There you are,” he claps his gloved hand onto Joel’s shoulder. “You’re a hard man to find when you wanna be.” The slightly frazzled tone of his voice contrasts the casualness of his words. 

Worry stirs within Joel as he meets his brother’s gaze. “Hey. What going on?” 

Tommy wets his lips as he considers how to phrase the news. “Before you freak out, everybody’s alright,” he starts. “Just a bit shaken up.” 

Joel swallows the lump in his throat. He already knows it’s about you. He wishes he were wrong, but wishing never changed what his gut already knew was cemented in time. 

“Your girl and her patrol partner had a run in with some Clickers earlier this evening while they were out,” Tommy continues, and Joel’s jaw tricks. “No bites, thank God. And they managed to take ‘em all down.” 

An avalanche of guilty, frustrated, and relieved thoughts crash onto Joel all at once. Tommy loosely follows after him as he takes a few composing steps away to run a hand down his beard. Heat has risen in his face to the point where it almost doesn’t feel cold anymore. He can hear his heart in his ears.

“Where is she?” Joel finally asks. It almost sounds like there’s a small ball of cotton stuck in his throat. 

“At your place with Ellie. Her uncle Nate dropped by too,” he says. “She was askin’ for you, and I told ‘em you were on the way.”

It’s days like this that make Joel wish you hadn’t rejoined the patrolling rotation. With or without him. 

He’s is about to walk away, when Tommy adds, “She handled herself mighty fine out there. Both of  ‘em did.” 

•••

Death was no stranger to anyone in Jackson, but you’d never stared so directly into the face of a being that embodied such a definite, unyielding sense of finality. Never seen fungal decay so intimately that it made your skin crawl from the inside out. 

There had been four Clickers earlier that evening. Three taken out by your partner, Langdon, and the final one by you after tumbling to the ground. 

In your struggle, chunks of snow had crept into your jacket and dusted across your face. The bitter chill hardly registered from the moment your back hit the ground. Neither did the sound of your pistol firing as the hulking, distorted figure begin to crawl overtop of you. All you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat like a heavy tribal drum in your ears. Endure, survive, endure, survive. 

Only after Langdon drug you from beneath the limp Clicker, and hauled you to your feet, did you realize you were releasing frantic sob-like whines with every exhale. 

The entire scene won’t stop playing in your head. Electricity still hums beneath your skin. 

“Joel should be here soon,” Ellie assures again, in part for herself. 

He was always better in situations like these. Always knew what to say because he’d lived these same horrors himself, not a handful of times like she had, but countless since 2003. When it came to providing comfort, she always felt as though she was blindly grasping for the next right thing to say or do. 

But you were grateful to have her here all the same. If nothing else, she knew how to sit and be present. And after being asked to share an account of what happened by countless members of the patrol board, being with her as you wait for Joel is the peace you need. 

When you notice the worried way she’s chewing on her lower lip, you reach out for the glass of water she’d sat on the coffee table for you. You take one shaky sip and realize you’re a lot thirstier than you though you were. You drain it in a few big gulps. Ellie straightens up with a sense of having something right. 

“I’ll go get some more,” she says, taking the cup from you. 

Creaks arise on the porch soon after she heads to the kitchen. Then comes the faint jingling of keys. Joel pushes through the front door with a concerned furrow between his brows. It smooths when his eyes fall on you sitting in the living room. 

You look as small as you feel.

Aside from the absence of the sparkle that usually shone in your eyes, you seem as alright as you can be. Which is a much better than the image he’d conjured up in his head, despite Tommy insisting you’d made it back in one piece. 

“Hey,” he greets, carefully, like he’s talking to animal seconds away from curling in on itself. Like that’s all the bass he can muster into his voice.

“Hi,” you murmur, eyes tracking him as he shrugs off his leather jacket and hangs it up. His hair is curled at his ears and a little disheveled when he takes his hat off. 

The floor creaks under his footsteps as he walks to occupy Ellie’s former place. Without uttering a single word, he wraps his strong arms around you and pulls you into his chest.

You press your nose into his shirt like there’s no other place it belongs. He smells faintly of sweat, but mostly of the outdoors. Like air and earth. Breath and constance. Life. So warm, you forget all about the chill that has crept into the room. 

Ellie’s relieved to walk back in to the sight of Joel sitting with you. Your eyes have fluttered closed, so you only hear the sound of the refilled glass being set on the table. Joel meets the girl’s gaze with an appreciative nod. Thanks, kid. You did good. 

“I’m supposed to volunteer at craft night, but I can stay,” she offers. 

You peek up from Joel’s chest. “It’s okay.” 

“Are you sure?” She asks, and you nod. 

“Thank you,” you say honestly. 

“I’ll make you something cool,” she promises. 

When the door clicks shut behind her, silence settles between you and Joel as you rest in his arms. You focus on the rise and fall of his chest, the faint, steady beating of his heart. It says he’s here, you’re here. 

Even with your body cradled in his arms, the thought of losing you haunts his consciousness. Makes tension root through his shoulders, until he takes one long inhale and lets it out. As if shedding the remnants of fear, and dispelling it from his being. 

You can feel him letting his anxiety go, only for it to manifest as guilt within your own chest. 

“We were being careful,” you say, then swallow because the next words are harder to get out,  “They—they came out of nowhere.” 

Apology plagues your tone, and he knows he’s the reason why.  

On more than one occasion, perhaps to his own fault, Joel expressed that he’d rather you not patrol. There were countless volunteer opportunities around the commune, but after meeting him, you expressed your desire to start going out again. 

For the first couple months, you were only ever partnered with Joel because he insisted. It became something you did together, getting to protect the people you love and absorb the beauty of Jackson beyond the commune limits. 

Slowly, he came around to the idea of you being partnered with different people as he picked up other volunteer work.  

Now that you’d had your first close call, you can’t help but consider the possibility that Joel had seen a certain weakness within you all along. Maybe you aren't as vigilant as you thought, or a skilled shooter, or truly capable of holding your own. If it had been Joel, the Clickers probably wouldn’t even of made it within a thirty yard radius before they were shot down—

“Sweetheart? Hey, look at me,” he pulls away so he knows he has your attention. Except, he hasn’t exactly pieced together what he wants to say. 

After releasing a breath, he meets your gaze with an apologetic look of his own. 

“I know you were careful.” His tone is warm with sincerity. “You ain’t gotta justify anything to me.” When you don’t say anything, he keeps talking, “I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” His dark eyes are earnest, hopeful as they flit across your face. 

You nod, and he wants to believe you’ve let his words sink in. 

“There ain’t a single person in this commune who knows what’s gonna happen when they step outside those gates,” he says. “Best thing anyone can be is prepared, and that’s exactly what you were out there today.”

Joel’s not expecting a response, but he can tell he’s finally gotten through. 

He takes your hand in his and presses soft kisses over your knuckles. After letting go, he eases off the couch to kneel at your feet. You admire the slight hunch of his shoulders as he moves to untie your boots, the delicate way he handles the laces as if they’re somehow a fragile extension of you. 

When he’s done, you angle your feet to make it easier for him to pull the boots off. Even then, he doesn’t stand up. He stays on his knees so you’re eye to eye. 

“How’s a shower sound?” He gently squeezes your knee and waits to follow your lead. 

It’s an illusion of control he’s offering for your sake. Really, it’s all him. After everything today, all you want to do is let go. Follow someone you know you can trust. Someone who always knows how to lead the way.

•••

Joel gets the shower started and, before long, both of you have stripped to your undergarments. He watches as you begin to pull your sports bra over your head, and helps you on the tail end because the strong elastic won’t set you free. 

You don’t meet his gaze again until after you’ve stepped out of your panties. Joel’s eyes rove over you with a quiet, fond attentiveness, and you realize he’s looking for bruises or any sign you’re in pain. 

“I’m okay,” you manage a small smile. 

“Okay,” he says, then runs a hand through his hair as if he still hasn’t quite accepted that you are. His bicep flexes as he does. The expanse of his chest is broad, dusted with dark hair. 

“I promise.” 

Finally, he nods like he believes you. “Go ahead and get in. See you shivering.” The bathroom hasn’t quite warmed up yet, and the window is drafty. Joel makes a mental note to get it resealed. 

You waist no time doing just that. A deep hum escapes you as the water meets your skin. 

From behind the curtain, you can make out the outline of Joel’s figure as he pushes his boxers down his legs. Over the sound of the running water, you can just barely hear him gathering your clothes to go put them in the hamper. 

When he joins you, there’s a gentleness to the way he lathers your body with soap. A diligence. The steam lifting around you carries the light, earthy scent of lemon balm. You let him run the bath sponge along your arms as the warm spray of the shower patters onto your back. 

When he’s done, you wrap your arms around him so the front of your bodies are pressed together. Without pause, he graces the sponge across your shoulderblades before gliding it down your back. He continues all the way down the curve of your backside. You pucker your lips against the front of his shoulder in a pert kiss. He kisses your forehead in return. 

It’s a miracle your legs have held you up thus far. If you were to let yourself go limp, a small part of you likes to believe you’d somehow float. That’s how relaxed you feel. But you have half a mind not to test the theory. The thought makes you chuckle, and Joel peeks down at you with a budding smile of his own. 

“What?” he asks lightly, but you shake your head and close your eyes. “Don’t fall asleep on me.” 

“‘M’not,” you murmur. 

Joel hums in feigned disbelief.  “That doesn’t sound very convincing.” He puts a hand on your hip in a silent request for you to turn around. 

When you do, he snakes an arm around your waist. Behind you, he’s a promise. All muscle, warmth, and wet skin. He runs the sponge over your breasts before dipping down to gently run along the undersides.

Your eyes flutter closed again, just as he presses his soft lips to the pulse beating beneath your ear. The shiver that tumbles down your spine makes you lean back into him, and he’s right there holding you up, getting you clean, weaving you so surely into the fabric of the present. 

He lets you do the same for him. Allows himself to relish the gentleness of your touch. 

Touching his forehead to yours, his voice is thick as he whispers, “Glad you’re okay.” 

The two of you stay in the shower long after you’re clean. 

Until the water runs cold. 

•••

The mattress dips as Joel crawls into his side of the bed. Per your request, candles burn on both of your nightstands, bright enough to provide a glow to see each other’s faces. His warmth is behind you before long, chest to your back as he drapes an arm over your waist. It’s a reminder that he’ll never let go. 

The room is quiet aside from your breaths and the occasional creaks of the walls. You rest a hand over Joel’s to run your thumb over his skin and along the bumps of his knuckles. 

“I’m terrible,” you say all of a sudden. Joel shifts behind you, prepared to counter even without the full context, but you continue, “I never asked about your day.”

Joel gives you a squeeze. “Probably would’ve bored you to half to death anyways.” 

A small smile buds on your face. “Half alive is better than nothing,” you say. 

A chuckle rumbles through his chest, vibrating straight into you. You’d wage wars to hear that sound. Cross oceans to reach it again. Joel feels you shake with a small laugh of your own, and it further solidifies that you’re going to be alright. 

“Let’s see,” he decides to humor you after a brief moment of silence. You turn around in his arms and touch your feet to his beneath the sheets.

“Everything went well at the stables,” he says. “Alamo's doing a lot better. Stopped by the Tipsy Bison to tell Clyde on my way home.” You can hear the tiredness in his voice, making it gruffer. 

“Aww, really?” 

Joel hums and places a hand on your hip. He draws smalls circles with his thumb. 

“He’s such a beautiful horse,” you think aloud. His coat is as black as the night. 

“I’m starting to notice a pattern,” you slip your hand beneath the hem of Joel’s shirt to splay over his side.

“What might that be?” he asks. 

“You making everything better. People, animals...” 

Joel huffs an amused breath through his nose, but doesn’t say anything. Maybe not everything, but he sure as hell knows he’ll never stop showing up. 

You scoot closer to him and allow your lips to find his amid the candlelight. Slow and steady like you’ve got forever. 

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[kingnlionhearts]

✧ exile (what a ghostly scene)

. *. ⋆ Anakin / Vader x Reader

summary: you were bail organa’s ward, raised on alderaan with your younger sister. in the twilight of the clone war, you and anakin fell in love. when the war died, it dragged you and anakin to early graves with it — leaving only darth vader behind. even after years without you, he still wants you back. and there is nothing he would not do to bring you back to him. . .

tags: angst, tragic romance, suitless vader, no y/n, gn reader, inspired by the 2020 vader comics & vader immortal, past major character death, mourning, vader needs a hug, resurrection

note: my first reader/second person fic — i’m sorry if the tense is bad ajsjwjwjqjq. i’ve had this in my drafts for soooo long and i finally decided to finish it 🫶

word count: 1k

part 1 of 4

The stars have died, fizzling out into oblivion. All that remains is a charcoal heart that once belonged to Anakin Skywalker.

The boy from Tatooine is unreachable now, trapped inside the twisted soul of Darth Vader. The galaxy’s beloved Hero With No Fear is gone. With the rise of the Empire, the Jedi and their sympathisers will be erased from memory. A clean slate to start a new era.

Three years after the creation of the Empire, Darth Vader stands alone. His tower on Mustafar is isolating; its strategic position is a constant reminder of that day. His injuries still hurt sometimes: phantom itches on his now metal legs; scars from his burns that did not fully heal. The medical droids say he is lucky — the fire could have done more serious damage, and he could have been forced to rely on a suit keeping him alive for the rest of his days. Instead, the ebony coloured mask and suit he wears are to conceal his identity. A precaution so that Anakin Skywalker can fade from people’s tongues and memory, leaving the tyranny of Darth Vader in its place.

The weight of his failures is not the heaviest burden. Darth Vader drowns in his anger and grief. He was not strong enough to kill Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was not strong enough to save you.

(All things die. Even stars burn out.)

You were the stars in his sky, his light in the dark, the silvery moon to his blazing sun. So tender and kind. Perhaps your heart was too good for this world. Perhaps, it was your weakness all along. (How could peace ever love a dragon?)

Since you met, you had been Anakin’s sun. You anchored him; guided him home. You were his destiny. And, without you, the galaxy had turned cold. The fiery world outside, all hot air and lava fields, only stood as a reminder of his failure. He’d lost you. After everything Anakin had tried — surrendering himself to the dark side, betraying the light — he could not save you. Time had not quelled the pain.

Vader wonders if you would still recognise him. His copper hair has grown longer (he remembers how you used to cut it for him after he returned from another mission, and you’d giggle as you braided thin locks together), but his face hides behind an obsidian mask. You always loved the blue of Anakin’s eyes, but now they are blazing amber.

Mornings are the only time Vader allows himself to dwell on the past. It is when he finds himself alone and does not have to hide.

Vader recalls how you arrived on Mustafar like it was yesterday. (You haunt him every waking moment.) He could sense your conflicted emotions as soon as you disembarked your ship. Vader wasted no time approaching you, drawing you into his arms (where you belonged; where you were safe). His lips reconnected with yours, fitting together like puzzle pieces as he kissed you hungrily, his hands settled on your hips to keep you close.

You and Anakin had met after turning nineteen. He and Obi-Wan were called to Alderaan to protect the Queen and Viceroy from an assassination attempt. Being their ward, you had been there the whole time and quickly formed a connection with the young padawan — your relationship had blossomed during the Clone Wars.

He rested his forehead against yours as you spoke. “I heard terrible things. Tell me none of it is true.”

Vader hadn’t replied immediately and instead drew his head back to look at you. He would tell you any sweet lie if he needed to as he fought to quell the anger flaring in his eyes. “What have you been told?”

“Obi-Wan told me—”

Vader’s grasp around you tightened protectively. “Obi-Wan is alive?”

“He said you’d killed Jedi. Killed younglings.”

“You must not believe him, my love. He’s a traitor.”

It wasn’t the answer you sought, and you took a step backwards out of your husband’s grasp. “What have you done?”

“I did this for you. To save you.” He cupped your chin in his flesh hand and whispered your name. “I love you.”

Your eyes trained into his. There was no denial, no remorse in his stature; his only regret was letting Obi-Wan tell you anything.

He repeated his words. “I did this for you.”

From the shadows of your cloak, you drew a blaster. Only a small, weak thing. Vader watched your hands tremble. He did admire your courage. “Fix this,” you demanded. “Please,” you begged.

Anger flickered in Vader’s eyes. He had never seen you unimpressed with him. With an easy glide of his hand, Vader used the Force to knock the blaster out of your grip and pin your arms by your sides

“I am stronger than the Chancellor now,” he explained desperately, drawing you to his side. ���I can overthrow him. Then you and I can be together; we can run away — just like you always wanted to.”

(But you didn’t. He lost you. Some might call you a traitor — Vader maintains that you were misguided.)

Three years later, regret still festers inside Vader’s hollow soul. There must have been a way to save you.

He misses you endlessly: craving your touch and the sound of your voice. (There is nothing Vader desires more than to have you back in his arms.)

Part of him wants to forget. To cast his memories of you into an abyss; to put the past behind him. But it is an impossible task. You are too well tangled into his soul. You haunt him. (And you’ll haunt him until his death.)

Today, there is no time to focus on you. A new morning brings meetings and training. You were Anakin’s Achilles Heel — but Darth Vader shows no such weakness. As Vader sits on his throne, reading over mission logs and other updates from the spread of the Empire across the galaxy, he receives a message: he must make his return to Coruscant immediately. (Your memory pulls him under the ocean again until he can no longer breathe.)

[burningembers91]

Dinner for Two - Ryu Su-Yeol/K x Fem!Reader

tagging: @sky-forts-and-burning-citadels Follow up piece to:

Chalk and Cheese I'll Bring You Flowers

Synopsis: Forced to attend the date that K arranged with you, Su-Yeol is determined to break things off for good. But the more time he spends with you, the more he realises why K likes you so much.

A/N: The ending of this fic is based on this ask

Ryu Su-Yeol had resigned himself to a life with K long ago. He was mostly used to his antics by now; he could handle the childish arguments, could deal with his alter ego’s insatiable and sometimes insane lust for justice, but this time he had gone too far. He hadn’t found out about the date until it was too late, K making sure to leave a sticky note somewhere Su-Yeol wouldn’t notice until he returned from work. It was hidden under one of his dumbbells, scrawled in K’s handwriting: We’ve got dinner plans tonight with the beautiful girl next door at 8pm. Don’t be a dick!

If Su-Yeol could have punched K, he would have. He knew he’d fronted last night, had begged him to explain everything that had gone on, but K was being tight lipped, and now he knew why. “We cannot go for dinner with her,” Su-Yeol sighd, “I’m going to cancel.” “You can’t cancel!” K cried, “She’ll be devastated. We really hit it off last night; I think it might be love.”

Su-Yeol could feel the migraine starting to form, the dull, throbbing pulse right in the centre of his forehead. “It’s not love,” Su-Yeol sighed, “It’s… pointless. I’ll just go over and break the news to her gently. I’m sure she’ll understand.” He could feel K trying to front, could feel his other personality sinking his fingers into the very core of their shared brain, desperate to take over. But Su-Yeol wasn’t having it; K had gone too far this time, and someone needed to maintain order. Yes, cancelling a date 30 minutes before it was due to start would make him look like a bit of a prick, but he’d never had a problem being the bad guy before. If things got bad, he could always move. It wouldn’t be the first time Su-Yeol had had to relocate after pissing off a woman.

He knocked on your door, piecing together some bullshit excuse about why he couldn’t attend. His body tensed, automatically anticipating the slap he was sure to receive, but then you opened the door and Su-Yeol forgot how to speak.

You were a vision in a burgundy off the shoulder dress, your makeup soft and glowing. Your perfume smelled like orange blossom and honeysuckle, and for a split-second Su-Yeol understood completely why K was so head over heels for you. “K! You’re early,” you smiled, “come in!” K? Why the hell were you calling him K? Su-Yeol made a mental note to have a serious word with his troublesome friend. “It’s uh… It’s Su-Yeol,” he corrected you, laughing awkwardly as he looked around your place. It was nice, the space enveloping him in a warm, cozy hug. Your apartment felt like home, unlike his place which was devoid of anything other than basic furniture and eye-wateringly expensive art.  

“Really?” you looked at him confused. “Yesterday you told me to call you K.” “Right!” Su-Yeol laughed again; why the hell couldn’t he stop laughing? “It’s just… I prefer Su-Yeol.” You looked at him like he was crazy, your brows furrowed as you took him in. He was dressed in muted colours today, his beige two-piece suit and cream turtleneck so far removed from the crazy leopard print number he had on the night before. “If I didn’t know better,” you smiled, popping the cork on a bottle of wine. “I’d say you were two different people.”

Su-Yeol laughed again, loud and brash as he figured out how to respond. He had two options; make himself look crazy or make himself look like an asshole. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he snorted, “no one can be two people.” You handed him a glass of wine, your eyes scanning his chiselled features. This man was such an enigma; no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t figure him out. There was no way the man standing in front of you now was the same man who fixed your boiler last night. Everything about him was different, from the way he dressed, to the way he carried himself. “If you insist,” you winked. “Make yourself at home. I need to finish getting ready.”

As you headed into your bedroom to finish up, Su-Yeol took a seat on your sofa. It was a plush, cream number, the cushions caressing his body as he sank down into the soft material. Your living room smelled like lavender, the soft glow of your table lamp instantly relaxing him. There were photos of you and your friends dotted around the space, and Su-Yeol was finding it hard to ignore how gorgeous you were. He felt instantly at ease in your home, a far cry from how he felt in his own apartment. He could definitely see why K was so drawn to you, but Su-Yeol simply couldn’t allow this to continue. He was too fucked up for someone as good as you. He let his head fall back into the soft cushions, taking a sip of wine as he examined the titles on your bookshelf. You had good taste, and that only served to annoy him more. From everything he’d seen so far, you were his dream girl.

“Ready,” you smiled, coming back into the living room. Su-Yeol could only stare, once again completely dumbfounded by you. He’d always known you were pretty, but tonight you’d taken his breath and words away. It was going to be harder to end things than he originally thought. He’d treat you to a nice dinner, and then he’d cut you loose.

K had done the honours of booking a shockingly expensive restaurant, much to Su-Yeol’s pain. Your table was right by the window, on the top floor, with the most stunning views of the Seoul skyline. Even he had to admit, it was incredibly romantic. It was just too bad it wasn’t going to last. After placing your order, you sat back and chatted, and Su-Yeol tried to so hard to find a fault with you, one tiny downside to your perfection that he could use as an excuse to run away. But there was nothing. You were intelligent, witty, hilariously funny and as beautiful inside as you were outside. Time seemed to stand still, and you barely noticed the other diners leaving, didn’t realise the waiters were all patiently waiting for you to pay your bill and leave so they could close for the night.

As Su-Yeol reluctantly walked you home, he was forced to admit that K had got it right. You were simply perfect in every way. He wanted to invite you in, to peel that burgundy dress from your body and fuck you until you screamed his name. But he couldn’t do that to K. His alter ego may have been an extension of himself, but K was still like a brother to him. If K didn’t love you, it would have been fine; but Su-Yeol knew how much he cared for you and he didn’t want to hurt him by taking advantage of you. He also knew that K was desperate for him to care about you too. But there was too much baggage on Su-Yeol’s side, too much anger and hurt, too much bitterness in his heart.

“I had a lovely time tonight,” you said, arriving back at your door. You stood on your tiptoes, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “Goodnight… K and Su-Yeol.” You left him standing there dumbstruck long after you’d closed the door. For the first time in his life, both of his personalities had been recognised. He wasn’t sure how you knew, but you did.

Su-Yeol lay in bed that night, bickering back and forth with K as he usually did. “She knows about us both!” K cried, “this is incredible! She’s incredible!” Su-Yeol rolled over, pulling his pillow over his ears to block out his overly enthusiastic other-half. “She is,” he agreed, “but we can’t be with her.” “Why?” He could feel K’s disappointment, could feel the ache in their shared heart. “She makes us happy. She makes you happy, and nothing does that.” “You know why,” Su-Yeol snapped. “I can’t be with anyone… Me and people, we don’t mix.”

Su-Yeol could feel the hurt and anger welling inside of him, could feel K’s frustration mixing with his own pain. “You could be with her,” K whispered sadly. “We both could.” Su-Yeol admired K’s positivity, but yet again he was forced to be the pragmatic one. How would you cope, being in a relationship with a person who had split personalities? What would your friends and family think? People would make fun of you, would call you crazy and Su-Yeol didn’t want that. It was hard enough that people thought he was insane; he didn’t want you tainted with the same brush.

And yet, he found himself picturing life with you and K, the three of you in your cozy, lavender-scented apartment. In an ideal world, the three of you would be happy.

In an ideal world, Su-Yeol and K would love you, together. But would you love both of them?

[ln4bub]

34 with Max pls

Came home from Uni today so sorry for the delay, the wheel of fics spun this request yesterday so enjoy

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Max hadn't been paying much attention to you since he got back for winter break, catching up with his friends and gaming. You didn't mind really, happy to see him relaxed for a change, able to turn his mind off. But that didn't mean you didn't feel left out, so you hatched a plan. Digging through Max's drawers you pulled out one of many Red Bull hoodies, finding merchandise for his team was like finding a needle in a stack of needles. Luckily you were fresh out of the shower so you slip the hoodie on, towel drying your hair as best as you can.

You always felt good after a shower, freshly shaven and legs moisturised. Looking in the mirror you admired the way the hoodie sat on you, the hem resting below your ass but a small bend over would expose enough to your boyfriend. You send him a text, asking if he wants anything. He asks for a glass of water, one you happily bring him.

Walking into his gaming room you find him deeply invested in a game, headphones on, his laugh filling the room as his friends make some sort of joke about him never losing. You place the glass on his desk, causing him to turn his head to face you. He puckers his lips, asking for a kiss. You grant him his wish, your lips meeting his in a quick peck. As you turn to leave you can feel his eyes burning into you. His right arm wraps around your waist, tugging you back towards him.

He mutters something to his friends about being right back before removing his headset, "You're not wearing anything underneath that, are you?" He groans. Hand lifting the hoodie to get a glimpse of your bare ass. "If you need me that bad you can just ask schatje, you know that." He tells you, standing from his chair to wrap himself around you from behind. Your head leans back against his shoulder as his warmth engulfs you, his hands slipping under the hoodie to rest below your breasts. His pinkies rub across the sides of your breasts to your ribs, causing goosebumps to raise over your stomach.

He removes himself from you for a moment, slipping his headset back on to tell his friends he's logging off, making up some excuse when they start asking questions. He returns to his position behind you, spinning you by the shoulders to face him. His hand cups your jaw as he brings his lips to meet yours. You melt into his form, moaning at the taste of his lips. You feel them curl into a smirk at your neediness, your arms wrapping around his neck as your lips move in sync.

He guides you backwards, pressing you against the wall, a whine escaping your lips at the cold feeling hitting your legs. The warm weight of his body more than made up for it, his lips traveling down your neck. Your hand reaches down, cupping the growing bulge in his sweatpants, making him groan out against your neck. Your hand slips under his waistband, feeling the thick weight of him in your hand. He allows you to pull his sweatpants down enough to expose his cock, red and aching for you.

His own hand moves in between your legs, groaning at the wetness coating his fingers. Max moves to kiss you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you moan at the rub of his fingers over your clit. You’re overwhelmed by him; his mouth on you, his fingers between your legs, his cock throbbing at your touch, his scent coating the hoodie. You whine in impatience, guiding Max’s cock between your folds.

“Ohhh is that what you need schatje? Need my dick?” He groans, sliding his thick cock through your folds. Max looks down to see the way his dick glistens with your arousal before pushing inside you. Your leg is hitched over his arm, standing on your tiptoes as the burn of the stretch sends shivers down your spine. You moan out his name, your nails raking down the back of his neck.

“So tight for me, been too long since I’ve been inside you.” Max mumbles, his forehead resting against yours. The movement of his thrusts sends bursts of pleasure through you, making you forget the pain of the position you’re in. Max taps your other leg, encouraging you to jump as he supports your weight in his arms. Yours wrap around his neck as he uses his hold on you to drag you up and down his cock.

His groans mix with your own moans, the sounds of your wetness filling the room along with the slap of your skin against Max’s. He can feel your walls tightening so he leans his head down to your neck, sucking against that spot on the hinge of your jaw with a gentle nibble. The feeling makes your toes curl and back arch as you cum around him, feeling him follow you just seconds later. You both pant, breath taken from the passion and effort.

Max keeps his cock inside you as you curl up against him, carrying you as he returns to his chair. The movement of his steps sends jolts of pleasure to your pussy, his cock remaining half hard at the squeezing sensation. He returns to his previous position, gaming with his friends and making sure his face-cam remains off.

No one else gets to see his perfect girl cuddled against him, cock still buried deep inside her.

[saberlight1]

nurturing — billy the kid

pairing: billy bonney x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, death, trauma, sickness, established relationship, reader is also a gunslinger, Y/N usage, standard billy the kid warnings.

authors note: yes i love this man so bad. him in billy the kid deadass altered my brain chemistry lmao. this fic is based off of this request— please, continue to send me your ideas and whatnot, i love reading them! i hope you enjoy <3

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When you woke up, that unusual ringing in your ears, that pounding in your head, and the scratchiness of your throat—you knew you had fallen ill. One of the boys in the gang, or hell, maybe even someone you had came across had given you something—you didn’t really want to know.

You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you pulled the covers closer to you, attempting to sleep away the sickness. You didn’t want to get up to go to the doctors nor did you have enough money to even pay one. So you did what you do best—ignoring the problem completely.

You fell back asleep easily, sleeping the day and night away completely. When your eyes first fluttered open due to the sunlight intruding on your slumber, you thought you were free from the confines of your illness, but you were mistaken.

The second you sat up, all symptoms that were now arguably worse returned within an instant, causing you to get dizzy. You crashed back down instantly, a whine leaving your lips. Your muscles ached from staying in bed all day, and you wanted a damn drink—a real one. And you wanted to see your cowboy.. so bad. But with the pounding in your head feeling just as powerful as your heartbeat, the thought of even moving made you want to throw up.

And it did—you wanted to cry as you were forced to rush to the trash can in the corner. After 5 minutes of throwing up, your stomach finally relented. You carried yourself back over to your bed, the exhaustion taking over once again.

Hours later, a soft yet powerful knock on your door woke you up with a jump. Your eyebrows knitted as you heard the knocks only get louder. Now alert and awake, you slowly reached for your gun-belt that was neatly rested on your bedside table, grabbing your loaded pistol and cocking it. You used the pistol to slightly lift up the curtain to your window—it was raining, and it was night.

No one good could be paying you a visit at this hour.

You crept over to the door, the knocks only increasing in volume. You slowly turned the handle, your gun tightly in your grip—finger ghosting over the trigger. Adrenaline and anxiety coursed through your veins, you didn’t even feel sick anymore.

The door creaked open, and you pointed the pistol at whoever was out there before you revealed your form.

“Jesus, lady.” Billy’s soft laugh hit your ears, making you lower the gun instantly, placing it on the table by the door. “Stayin’ ready, huh?”

A heavy sigh of relief left your lips as you silently walked into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder as your headache began to form again. His arms wrapped around you quickly, the tip of his hat hitting your head when he leaned down to leave a kiss on your hair.

“You alright, honey?” He whispered, still holding you. “Been wonderin’ where you were. Supposed to meet me at the stables earlier.”

You sighed, completely forgetting your plans with the man. “I’m sorry, Billy,” Your hoarse voice whispered. “I’m sick, I been asleep all day.”

His eyebrows knitted together in concern immediately, as he pushed you off his shoulder to cradle your face in his hands gently. “How bad is it?”

“Just feel like shit,” You chuckled, sending a smile to his face. “I’m okay, Billy.”

His eyes clouded with worry. “C’mon, let’s get you in— away from this storm before it gets you sicker.” He ushered you in. “You seen a doctor yet?” He asked.

“Nah, I didn’t think it would get worse, plus it’s not like I got the money to pay one. Tried to sleep it off, I felt too bad yesterday to get out of bed at all.” You responded as you went to lay down. He tucked your gun back into its holster, before he went to refill your water.

He came back a moment later, a glass of water and a wet rag in hand.

“Thank you,” You whispered as you took a sip, as he placed the wet rag on the back of your neck.

He hummed back to you, laying down next you once you put the water aside, bringing you into his arms.

“You gotta tell me when you’re sick, darlin’.” He whispered to you in the moon lit room. “Can’t lose you to somethin’ like that. Happened to me too many times.”

“I’m sorry, Billy.. I— I don’t mean to worry you.” You said, looking up at him.

“You don’t gotta apologize, baby, just tell me next time so I can come take care of you, y’know?” He smiled, a lovey smile on his lips as he bent down to leave a kiss on your nose. “What can of man would I be if I left my woman to lay sick alone?” He pinched your side slightly, a giggle escaping your lips.

“I reckon you’d be a regular ole’ cowboy.” You joked.

“Well, luckily for you, I happen to be an outlaw.” He chuckled as he leaned down to kiss you—but your finger pressed into his lips stopped him. He looked at you, offended.

“I don’t want to get you sick,” You told him, your smile now more teasing.

“I don’t give a damn about some cold, baby.” He pushed your hand out the way, pressing his lips against yours in an instant, the man kissing you passionately—as if you possessed the air he so very needed. He pulled back, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. “Haven’t seen you in days, missed the feelin’ of your lips.” He muttered against your lips before connecting them again, his words sending shivers down your spine, your arms wrapping around his neck.

You felt comfort in the fact that you’d always have your outlaw to be there to make you feel better, no matter what.

[greenfuls-secret-chambers]

Hi everyone! Long time no see! I recently hopped on Legacy again and immediately got lost once again in the rabbit hole. After talking to a few AI bots I couldn’t help but get inspired.

So futher ado..

Let me give you a sneak peak and the first part of my new fic:

Warnings : MDNI, Smut below!

Currently at 1700 words

Aged up characters (7 years after graduation)

An Unexpected Reuinion

7 years. It had been 7 years since you had walked into Hogsmead. Graduation had seemed like only yesterday.

Walking into The Three Broom Sticks, the smell of butter beer and warm pasties hit your nose. The smell was nostalgic, bringing back a flood of memories. You couldn’t help but smile, remembering all those nights you, Ominis, and Sebastian had shared a drink together in this very place. Speaking of the two, it had been ages since you had heard from Ominis, last time you exchanged letter, he brought exciting news of a child. Him and Anne had settled down, in a cozy cottage outside of Feldcroft. Sebastian on the other hand… well you haven’t heard as much as a peep from him in 7 years. You couldn’t help but ponder on what happened to him..

Sebastian sat in a corner at the far side of the pub, sipping on his drink. It had been a long week at the Ministry. Working as a curse breaker, he barely had time for himself, he always felt so worn out and it seems he was missing more and more sleep as the days went on. Watching everyone around him, he couldn’t help but do a double take at the familiar witch who has just walked through the doors.

You had walked up to the bar, exchanging hellos with the bartender and ordered yourself a firewhiskey. Sitting down on the worn out stool, sipping your drink, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Well well well… if it isn’t the famous y/n..”

There he was, after all these years Sebastian Sallows was standing in-front of you with that shit eating grin.

“S-Sebastian! Merlin, it’s been ages!” You immediately stood up from your seat and gave him a warm hug, noticing he had bulked up since the last time you had seen him. “What have you been up to Sallow?!”

After pulling away from your welcoming embrace he smiles at you, “I could ask you the same thing y/n.” He couldn’t help but take in your figure. You’d had grown into such a beautiful young woman.

“You look good.” He said with a sly grin.

His compliment made your stomach flip. You couldn’t help the small smile that form on your face. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Trying to keep calm and collected you sat back down on the still and motioned for him to sit next to you. “So, did you end up taking that job at the Ministry as a curse breaker?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Of course I did. I couldn't resist the thrill of breaking curses and exploring ancient tombs. It suits me quite well, if I do say so myself."

He took a seat on the stool next to you. "And you? What have you been up to all these years? Still getting into trouble, I presume?"

You can’t help but let out a short laugh, “Me getting into trouble? No way! I’m pretty sure sure you were the one always in trouble, I just happened to be an innocent bystander!”

You playfully slap his arm. “I’ve been traveling around the world looking for more ancient traces of magic.”

You let out a sigh. “I’m trying to add to Miriam’s work in hopes of figuring more out.” Your take a sip of your firewhiskey.

Sebastian gives you a look of melancholy, before rubbing your shoulder. “Both of them would be proud.”

Trying to lighten the mood he takes a sip of his drink and smiles. “So where have you exactly traveled? Tell me everything!”

Your eyes can’t help but sparkle. “I recently just returned from Rome. There were some amazing traces of ancient magic.” You’re smiling like crazy, it had been a great time and the amount of research you were able to do was incredible. “Hell, I even ended up in a couple of tombs… nothing that I’m not used to because of a certain someone.” You look directly at him with a teasing smirk.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes playfully, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Rome, huh? Always thought you'd end up somewhere more... exotic." He teased. "But I shouldn't be surprised, you yourself are full of surprises."

He paused for a moment, a thought crossing his mind. "You know, I've been thinking about visiting Rome myself... maybe we could go together sometime."

You smile at him, “I’m thinking about going back next year…. And honestly there’s a few places you would be helpful as a curse breaker..”

You take a drink of the fire whiskey that had been forgotten about in the excitement.

He grins, intrigued by the idea of accompanying you. He leans back slightly, crossing his arms.

"Is that so? Well, it sounds like a plan then!" He says jokingly, but there's a hint of sincerity in his voice.

You take your last sip of your drink. Sitting the glass down with clink. “So, how’s Ominis? Last I heard him and Anne were expecting child!”

Sebastian's face lights up with excitement.

"It's amazing! Ominis and Anne are over the moon. The both of them has a knack for parenting."

He grins widely, "I can't wait to see my little niece next week. I can’t help but spoil her rotten."

You can’t help but wonder if Sebastian has settled down himself. He hasn’t mentioned a wife or children..

“So… what about you? Have you settled down yet?”

Part of you doesn’t want to know. You’d be lying if you said it wouldn’t sting a little if he has settled down.

He shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Settled down? Me? Nah, I'm still too wild and free for that." He says jokingly. "I've had a few flings here and there, but nothing serious. I guess I'm just waiting for the right person to come along and tie me down."

Your can’t help but let out a laugh,”Merlin bless her, whoever she turns out to be!”

He chuckles along with you, then leans in closer, a playful glint in his eyes.

"And what about you, hm? Still the infamous heartbreaker, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind you wherever you go?"

Letting out a somewhat tired sigh you sheepishly respond. “It’s hard to have a relationship when I’m always traveling, it seems most men want me to settle down and take care of a home and a lot of kids… I’m just not done seeing the world ya know?”

Sebastian nods understandingly, his expression turning serious for a moment.

"I get it. You're a free spirit, always seeking adventure and excitement. It's not easy to find someone who can keep up with that. But it doesn't mean you have to give up on relationships completely."

He looks at you intently, his voice softening. "You deserve to be happy, no matter what that looks like for you."

You flash him a kind smile. “Thanks for that Sebastian..”

He smiles back, his heart warming at the sight of your smile. He gently takes your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles on your skin.

"No need to thank me, love. Just speaking the truth."

The Three Broom sticks starts to pick up, it seems every witch and wizard is out for a drink. The conversations of others seem to bounce off the walls of the pub. You can feel yourself getting a headache.

“Well.. I guess I’ll be on my way.. it’s getting late and I’ve been traveling all day.”

You start to think about finding an Inn or a place to stay. “I actually need to find a room while I’m in town, and I’m losing daylight.”

Sebastian notices your discomfort and the growing crowd around you. “Wait… I have an extra room at my place. You can stay there for the night."

You look at Sebastian with a shocked but appreciative smile. “Oh Seb, I couldn’t impose like that!”

He rolls his eyes playfully, squeezing your hand gently. "You're not imposing, I insist. My place is closer than any inn, and I have plenty of room. Plus, I could use the company."

You bite your lip, pondering on the offer. “Well.. if it isn’t a problem then.. okay why not.”

You throw some money on the counter to pay for the drinks as well as leave enough for a tip.

“Alright, then lead the way.”

The two of you made your way out of the pub, walking through Hogsmead. The summer night was almost blissful. A breeze moved around you as you walked and continued to share about your work and travels. Now along the outskirts of town, you were faced with a small cozy cottage. The garden looked well kept and light shone through the windows.

“You’re home is lovely Sebastian.” You felt a since of proud wash over you. It seems he has been doing well for himself.

Sebastian chuckles. “Thanks. I do my best to keep it tidy looking.”

Sebastian walks up to the door and opens it. He motions for you to enter. “Ladies first…”

As soon as you walk inside, the smell of books and leather hit your senses. It smells as warm and cozy as it looks.

“The spare bedroom is just down the hall and too the left. I imagine you’re tired so I won’t keep you.” He says softly.

Looking at him you smile. “Thank you again… I’ll see you in the morning… goodnight.”

You make your way down the hall and into the bedroom. You set your things on the floor next to the bed and softly shut the door.

You feel into the bed bed, finally taking a much needed deep breath.

What a day it’s been. Running into Sebastian wasn’t a thought in your mind. Not to mention how deviously handsome he turned out to be. He has really grown into a fine man.. with his strong arms and broad shoulders… thinking about his face and the freckles that danced across it you wondered If they continued down his chest… maybe even lower…

You couldn’t help yourself from running your hand over your breast and slowly down to your now aching core…

[storm-angel989]

Ooooh, How about a Vee's (highschool) daughter halloween fic Plz! :3

Hi friend,

Wow, talk about a quick inspiration! And so very on brand with yesterday being Halloween <3

I know I haven't posted much-grief is a funny thing. Know that I'm still here, taking it day by day as fast or slow as I can.

Enjoy!

<3

Mandy

The First Halloween

Halloween in hell was vastly different than Halloween on Earth.

A younger version of Valentino delighted in the chaos and tricks that rained over Pentagram city every October first. After all, the carnage always ended up strengthening his bank account- whores didn’t come cheap, after all. But having a baby, much less having a baby with a former angel, changed all that. 

“I don’t see why she needs this experience,” Valentino complained to his wife as she zipped up the front of his infant daughter's pumpkin costume. “Going around, begging for candy from total strangers. It’s silly.”

“You never went trick or treating?” His wife asked as she picked up the now babbling child pumpkin. “Even as a kid?”

Ha. As if he had ever had the choice to have that experience. There was so little his wife knew about his life on Earth- and that was intentional. She didn’t need to know what he had gone through, the things he had seen. It didn’t matter, after all. There was nothing he could do about it now, and reliving the past wouldn’t change it. All he needed to do was to be sure his daughter never suffered the same fate. 

“It wasn’t really an option, not where I grew up,” he responded as lightly as he could. “And besides, I just don’t see the point…”

“The point is to have fun and make memories,” she responded firmly. “Speaking of, go put on your costume.” 

There were very few places in their relationship where Valentino drew the line. It just so happened that Halloween costumes were one of them. 

“Mi amore, I am not dressing up like a pumpkin. It’s bad enough I have to wear my human form on Halloween night,” he told her firmly. “I will go trick or treating, and I will carry the grotesque plastic pumpkin to gather the candy. But I will not dress up. End of discussion.”

She rolled her eyes in response, but didn’t argue as she lifted up their daughter, settling her against her own bright orange shirt, painted with black jack-o-lantern eyes. 

“Fine, but open up the portal. I want to be home before dark.”

At that, Valentino obliged. A quick turn of the green glowing stone- a temporary loan from Asmodeus, Sin of Lust himself, and a black portal appeared. A burst of red light and Valentino himself turned from his demon self to a human, a chosen self vastly different from the human body he wore in life. 

“Let’s do this,” Valentino grimaced as he took her hand.

She hesitated and Valentino could feel the disapproval in her eyes as she  looked him over. For the briefest of moments, Valentino was sure she was backing out of this whole silly thing. 

“Val, you can’t go out like that. You look like a pimp.” she said finally. 

“Bebita, I am a pimp,” he replied patiently. “This is what I always wear.”

“Go put on jeans, and an orange shirt at the very least,” she told him. “Come on, for the pictures. For the baby.” 

For anyone else, Valentino would have refused. Thrown a temper tantrum. Smacked them, even. But for his wife? He just sighed, turned and walked to their bedroom. A few moments later, he returned dressed in her requested outfit. 

At that moment, Velvette walked in the door. A glance to him, a glance to his wife. One snarky comment and a glimmer of purple later, and a black jack-o-lantern face appeared on his orange shirt, matching his wifes. 

“Much better,” she commented. “Have fun kids. Vox and I are going out.”

Every inch of Valentino wished he could join them. Instead, he took his wife's hand and through the portal they went. 

Three hours, countless houses and a plethora of pictures later, Valentino dumped the bag of candy onto the kitchen table while his wife settled the baby in the other room. The clamoring of doors snapped him to attention and he turned to see Vox and Velvette walking in the door, a wicked grin on both their faces. 

“Have a good time?” Valentino asked as he began to sort through the pile of sugar. 

“Meh, it was fine,” Vox said as he reached over to grab a treat from the pile. “Not as much fun without you. Or as profitable, for that matter.”

“Next year, why don’t you just join us?” Valentino asked sarcastically. 

To his surprise both shrugged in response. 

“It’s not out of the question,” Velvette said as she perched on the countertop. “I mean, it was rather boring. Same routine year after year- could use a little spice. Toss me a kit kat.”

“I wouldn’t call trick or treating with a baby spicy,” Valentino said drily as he tossed the requested candy. “But you’re welcome to join.” 

The Fourth Halloween

Never did Valentino ever expect to come to enjoy the holiday he so detested as a child. The memories of him hearing about kids older than him, watching handmade or store bought costumes shine while he was lucky enough to find clean clothes that morning. Of staying in the dark house at night while his mother kept him locked up to prevent him from engaging in what she called “the devil’s holiday”. How ironic, really, was it that he ended up an overlord in hell. 

“I want you to be Daddy Shark for Halloween,” his daughter requested at the turn of September. “And Momma be Mommy Shark. And Uncle Voxxy and Auntie Vel to be Auntie and Uncle Shark!”

His initial reaction was to buckle. To protest and refuse.But as with most things, when it came to her, it wasn’t in his nature to say no. So somehow, by the grace of his daughters big blue eyes, a few “Daddy Pleases” and Auntie Velvette’s sewing machine, the overlord of lust and depravity found himself in his human form on October 31st, dressed in an incredibly warm, overly tight dark blue shark suit. 

“Aw, see? Family costumes are cute, Val!” his wife cooed as she kissed his cheek. 

Cute wasn’t the word for it. He shuddered to think what would happen if the world ever saw three powerful overlords dressed as sharks at the bid of a child. And he hoped beyond hope that his wife was correct- the phones she took truly were private to them and them alone. 

“Let’s just go,” he grumbled as he adjusted his fin. 

His daughter reached for him, a tiny yellow shark held by Vox’s blue and red finned arms.

“Daddy carry me!” She demanded. “Daddy! Want. Daddy.” 

“Someone, please bring the stroller,” Valentino grumbled as he cradled the child to him. “I’m not carrying her all night.”

“You’re gonna have to- we’re going to need the space for all the candy!” Velvette said cheerfully from inside her purple shark costume. “Come on, let’s go!” 

The Sixteenth Halloween

“What do you mean you don’t want to go trick or treating?” Valentino demanded of his daughter. “We go every year, it's a tradition.”

His daughter looked up from where she lay on the couch, phone in hand. 

“I mean, it's kinda lame dad. I’m too old to dress up and beg for candy. And besides, all my friends are meeting at 666 for a Halloween party. I’d rather go there.” 

And just like that, the tradition Valentino had come to adore crumbled before his eyes. Nevermind the fact that 666 was his own club, he’d rather she and her friends get wasted where he could keep a close eye on them. Though, from her attitude lately, he suspected if she ever knew he sat above the scene, watching for any sign of trouble, 666 would cease to be her favorite haunt. 

“Oh, and don’t worry about my costume, I ordered one online and it came yesterday. Aunt Vel is making some minor adjustments, but it will be ready by tonight. All my friends and I are going to match.” She announced as her phone alarm went off, signaling it was time for her to leave for school. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Love you dad, see you later.” 

Valentino couldn’t believe what he was hearing. In haste, he called his wife, Vox and Velvette in that order. To his surprise, none of them seemed concerned. 

“I mean, it's only normal that she'd want to hang with her friends. Besides, you hate Halloween,” his wife reminded him. “You complain every year.”

Valentino clenched his teeth, “that doesn’t mean I don’t like her participating. It’s safe. We’re all there with her.”

“She’s safe in your club,” Vox reminded him on the second phone call. “That’s the entire reason we curated it the way we did.” 

“And don’t forget what you were doing before you had a kid. We can get back to that. Make higher profits,” Velvette added during the third and final call. “Don’t worry Val. And don’t take it personally.” 

Valentino snapped the hang up button, as he had done with the other two at their first sign of disagreement. How was it that not a single one of them were concerned that their baby was choosing to spend Halloween in a club instead of getting candy? He stood up from where he sat at the kitchen table and yanked on his coat as he made his way to the club. If she wasn’t going to trick or treat, he would at least make sure she spent Halloween getting treats and no tricks. 

From the suite above the dance floor, Valentino had seen and could see everything. Girls dressed in little more than underpants. Desperate men in thrown together costumes. Demons from all circles of hell gathered to celebrate the spookiest night of the year. As he surveyed the scene cautiously, he checked the tracker Vox had installed on his daughter's phone. She should be walking in right about now.

“Hey, is she here yet?” His wife’s voice asked as her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him softly as she leaned on his shoulder. 

“No, not yet,” he scowled as a group of demons dressed in bunny ears and what he constituted as lingerie, made their way across the club floor. He glanced at his phone. “Stupid thing must be glitching, it says she just walked in.”

“Baby, she did. She’s right there,” she pointed at the crowd of scantily clad demons. “The blonde in the center is her.” 

Valentino was on his feet in an instant as fury swelled through him. Control began to slip and slowly his teeth turned into sharp red points as his overlord form creeped out. Just the thought, let alone the sight of his daughter out in public, dressed like….dressed like…

“Hey, stop. Don’t you even,” his wife snapped as she grabbed his arm. “Val, take a breath.”

“She cannot be out in public dressed like that,” he hissed. 

“Listen, babe. You go down there, let alone looking like like that, and reveal to her that this is your club, you lose the place where you can keep an eye on her. She’ll go somewhere new and…”

“And I’ll buy that club too, if I don’t already own it,” Valentino snapped as he tried to yank his arm out of her grasp. “She can’t be walking around like…” 

“Valentino,” Vox’s calm voice came from the doorway. “You’re not seriously thinking of wrecking a perfectly profitable night, are you?”

Valentino knew better than to look up and see the swirling red and blue eye displayed on Vox’s screen. 

“Vox, that's your niece out there, your niece dressed like…”

“Dressed like what? I outfitted her. The costume she brought online? Total garbage,” Velvette’s voice drifted through the room as she strode in. “Every girl needs a costume like that. She looks fabulous.”

“My daughter doesn’t,” Valentino snapped. “And I don’t appreciate..” 

“Oh come on Val. Are you telling us you never dressed up in questionable costumes as a human teenager? Or went after girls dressed like slutty versions of animals?” Vox teased. “Come on…” 

“I didn’t celebrate Halloween,” Valentino snapped.

All three adults in the room turned and stared at him. 

“Wait, what? Not even when you were little?” Velvette asked. 

“Heck, my father ran the angelic military unit and even I celebrated halloween,” his wife added. “We went down to Earth and…”

“This is besides the point,” Valentino said sharply. “My daughter is not…”

“Your daughter is fine. Sure, she’s a little…scantily clad, but Val, she’s safe.” Vox cut him off. “So again, take a breath.”

Valentino let out a huff and turned away from the group. “It’s not just that. It’s…” He paused as he tried to collect his thoughts and instead, they became more garbled. He stood in silence, watching the scene below. 

“Hey, I’m sad to see our tradition change too,” his wife said softly, slipping her arm in his as she laid her head on his shoulder. “But hey, she’s still our kid. For a few more years at least. And besides, she’s under our watch.”

“What happens then?” Valentino asked quietly. “She grows up, she moves away….”

“We have a long time before any of that,” she reassured him gently. “For now, enjoy the show.”

Valentino raised an eyebrow as he continued to watch the scene below unfold. “What show? Our daughter is not a show, and I’ll be dammed....” 

“Just you watch. We taught her well.”

Below him, a scream of anger on a sopping wet demon. His daughter, laughing and holding an empty glass. Words Valentino never expected to be hurled at his daughter from the mouth of the demon. He didn’t have to give security orders to remove him- he was already being hauled out the door. 

“Guess she really can handle herself,” Valentino muttered. He bent down and kissed his wife's hand. 

“She better, she’s got at least six more halloweens like this one if she’s anything like you.” She teased.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

The Zombie Outbreak Part 3 of 3 [The Bad Ending] Part 1 and 2 are here (part 1) and here (part 2)

(This fic is canon divergent. It’s also based on this headcanon)

The morning of November 1 meant one thing for the town of Gravesfield: the zombie apocalypse was finally over.

With the rise of the early sun over the horizon, its golden petals spreading out into the rich blue sky, the undead were still shuffling around town, dragging their rotting limbs as groans of pain emanted from their throats.

The lives of the walking dead were drawing to a close.

As they became more and more sluggish, the monsters’ movement became increasingly slow until they stopped and finally met their inevitable end.

Once the last zombie took its final breath and the townspeople were certain that it was safe to leave their homes and shops, they did so.

Despite their once neat town now being in utter ruins from the outbreak, surviving the night and witnessing another beautiful morning brought relief and joy to the citizens of Gravesfield.

Several individuals continued to smile as they began to breathe in the fresh air.

The Lord’s kindness was truly a blessing to them.

…

The town’s natural state was slowly being restored as shops were beginning to reopen and the town’s female residents were cleaning up the zombie decay that laid around the area, while the male residents did their part to help by burying the dead zombie bodies back in their burial locations.

“Bye, bye, Mr. Zombie!” A peppy Pip farewelled the flesh-eating being laying lifeless in the open hole that his father had dug up as Caleb, who was holding the brown sack with the severed zombie hand inside it, tossed it into the hole.

“See you next year!” He giggled.

Cadman, their father, then proceeded to cover the hole with dirt until it was completely filled.

After setting aside his shovel, Cadman sent his two boys a fatherly smile as he knelt down to ruffle their hair, causing them to smile and chuckle.

He was proud of them for being brave yesterday, just like any good father would be.

…

“Oh, Mother!” Little Philip beamed in a bright, cheery voice as he was the first to enter his home, with Caleb and Cadman entering as well.

“We’re home!” He happily announced.

The aroma of food coming from the kitchen brought him a wider smile as he sprinted towards it.

Caleb and Cadman follow him, and they both smile as they smell the air.

…

“Everyone, where were you… ?”

Patience Wittebane asked the male members in her family, her sweet voice filled with motherly concern and slight frustration as she cooked, but she didn’t turn around.

“You three were supposed to return home hours ago…” She huffed, wanting an answer.

“Sorry, mother,” Caleb replied with a sincere apology, still smiling.

“Father had taken us to all the shops in town.”

It was their reward for being such brave boys.

“Yeah!” Philip gleefully agreed with his brother.

“A zombie head rolled into one of the shops we were in! I wanted to bring it home so I could show it to you, but father said no,” Philip stated with a pout, which made his father laugh.

“But I did get to bring this!” The brunette happily pulled out a frog from behind his back.

“It’s a frog!”

“Oh, you brought a frog home, did you… ?” His mother’s voice was oddly dark and ominous when she said that.

Pip took a frightened step back when he saw a dark glow form around her body.

“M-Mother?” He whimpered softly.

Witnessing this made Caleb and Cadman frightened as well, and they both froze in place.

Something wasn’t right.

…

When Patience slowly turned around to face her family, they were in utter shock by her terrifying appearance, their breaths all caught in their throats.

They were at a lost for words.

Even Mason Munderburker, the name Philip had given to his frog, let out a scared croak when he saw Patience as he shivered in fear in his owner's grasp.

His wife's / their mother's once beautiful brown eyes were now lifeless and colored blueish-white with blood around the lines, and her fair skin was now ashen and blotchy as a deep groan left her throat.

She was now among the living dead.

"I hope you’re all hungry," Patience began with a chilling hum as she slowly approached Philip, Caleb, and Cadman.

They in turn backed away slowly, their blood running cold.

Tears began to form in the corners of Little Philip and Caleb's eyes at their mother's zombified state.

"Because dinner is ready. And by "dinner", I mean all of YOU!"

She shouts and swiftly lunges at them, which causes them to scream as the entire atmosphere quickly cuts to black.

In the darkness, the words "The End" are eerily written in cursive blood with Patience's sinister laughter echoing in the background.

[melilovesghost]

Hello again, super duper sorry for how late this is, I didn't get it finished in time for yesterday and then something happened that made it so I couldn't finish it yesterday either, but hopefully this ones so good it'll make up for the lateness, and today's actual one too, I can't wait to write it up. Prompt list by @kroas-adtam as always. This one is still based on the wattpad fic "It's A Long Way Down" by JamieStark445 but it's a bit more loosely based. Enjoy!!

Day 4 - Table and Tempreture Play

The full moon is in 2 days, and Ifrit will be damned (as if he wasn't already) if he doesn't get the one he wants. His favourite little toy. Ifrit stalks the halls, sniffing out his scent, until be can smell that he's near. He hides behind a corner as he spy's on the ghoul, waiting for him to turn the corner allowing him to pounce. The unsuspecting ghoul does so, leaving Ifrit to drag him into a storage closet. "Wha-" you hear as the noise is cut off buy the closet door being slammed shut.

"What the fu-" The ghoul starts before being shut up by Ifrits lips meeting his. "You're mine again, little dewdrop" Ifrit said seductively as he went to mark the unsuspecting ghoul for the duration of the moon. "All mine". Ifrit's teeth sunk into the water ghoul as he moaned. Dew could feel the heat rising in the larger ghoul, he had a slight feeling that Ifrit wasn't going to wait until the full moon to slut him out. Ifrit placed one last kiss on the water ghouls lips before leaving the closet, leaving the smaller ghoul in a state of shock, trying to process what just happened.

Later on, at dinner, Ifrit couldn't take his eyes off the small water ghoul, catching the attention of everyone else sat round the table. "Got him again did ya Frit?" Omega teased. "Of course I did, the little slut knows he's mine and only mine" Ifrit said, whilst looking Dew directly in the eyes, with a smirk. Dew choked on his food from this abs exused himself from the table for a short while to recover, and to try and hide his increasing boner. A short whole later he sheepishly returned to the dinner table, making sure to keep his eyes away from Ifrit. After the meal, Ifrit went after Dew and grabbed his wrists, pinning him to the wall. "Deciding to ignore me are you? Can't take the heat?" Ifrit teased. Dew couldn't form words, he could only make a pleading hum. Ifrit looked down at Dew's pants, noticing a rising bulge. "Oh look the poor little water ghouls horny for me already. Shame the full moon is still two nights away isn't it? I'm not sure you can wait that long." Ifrit continued to tease as Dew got harder. He could only shake his head in response to the fire ghoul, completely submitting to him. "Aww what a shame, poor you" Ifrit teased once again, letting go of the water ghouls wrists and beginning to walk away, causing Dew to whimper from the lack of contact. He longed for Ifrit's touch. He needed him.

In the common room the ghouls were playing a game of uno, but all Dew could do was look at Ifrit. He needed to feel that ghouls touch. Everyone noticed this, of course, eventually causing Alpha to shout "Satan get a room you two, Dew all you've done the entire game is stare at Ifrit" Dew just looked at the ground in response to hide his embarrassed blush. "Come on then Dewy, let's go" Ifrit said, grabbing Dew harshly by the hand and dragging him away to his room. Dew could feel himself getting hard as he was being dragged away. He was so ready for Ifrit. He wanted him so bad.

As soon as the door shut behind them Dew pounced straight on Ifrit, attempting to kiss him, only for Ifrit to push him away. "Ah ah ah Dewy boy, I didn't bring you in here to fuck you, I just brought you in here since you seemed to have forgotten how to act infront of other ghouls. You couldn't stop looking at me, so now that's all you're going to do. No touching though, and that includes yourself. Everytime you try to touch me or yourself you'll get burned, okay Dewy?" Dews face began to frown. He couldn't hold himself back but he didn't want to get burned either. Then Ifrit began to strip. This sent Dew over the edge. Hoping, Ifrit wouldn't notice as he was taking his clothes off, he began to touch himself through his trousers. He got away with it for a few seconds until he accidentally let out a moan. He immediately clapped his hands to his mouth, hoping Ifrit didn't hear it. He did. Obviously. "I think I remember saying that includes yourself Dew." Ifrit spoke, glaring at him. "Don't think I wasn't kidding when I said you'll get burned" and with that he flung a small fireball at Dew, hitting his right hand. Dew winced in pain as it scolded his skin. "That'll learn ya"

Eventually, Ifrit was completely naked and laid sexily on the bed. Dews face showed how badly he wanted to touch him, to feel him, but he knew he couldn't unless he wanted to feel the burn. His dick was so hard it was like his trousers were going to burst open. Dew kept making sounds of resistance from the desperation he felt. Ifrit stayed like that for 30m, before finally speaking. "You've been such a good boy Dew, now go back to your room, but you better not touch yourself, save all that for the moon, its just 2 more nights, and we're already partially into one of them." Dew solemnly went back to his room, fighting the urge to touch himself.

The next day passed and Dew was going crazy. He NEEDED Ifrit. All he could do was stare at him. All. Day. Ifrit kept smirking and winking at him, teasing him throughout the day. The burning rule still applied and it was killing the poor water ghoul. Everytime he tried to do something he was shot with a small fireball. The water ghoul just couldn't take it anymore. That night he lay awake. It took everything in him not to touch himself. "This time tomorrow I'll be getting fucked so hard I won't be able to walk" he thought, smiling to himself from the thought of it.

The next day Dew was excited. Tonight was the night he got Ifrit all to himself. He was so ready for him. Everytime he saw Ifrit he smiled at him with a look of longing. At this point noone cared about how obsessed Dew was with Ifrit, they all had their own partners for the night. Time was ticking by and Dew was getting needier and needier. He was constantly looking at Ifrit for approval to when they can begin. The sun was finally starting to set, and Dew couldn't take it anymore, it's close enough right? Or so he thought. Right as he reached his hand up to touch Ifrits chest he was hit with another fireball. He growled in response, from pain, anger and pure desperation. "Fuck Ifrit I can't take it any more, please fuck me, please, please" he begged, whimpering. "The moon is set to rise in an hour, I want to be at full potential when my cock is inside you, tearing you apart" Ifrit responded. "Please Ifrit, I can't take it any longer" Dew pleaded, tears were streaming down his face at this point. It was torture.

Finally, the moon had risen and both ghouls could feel it. "Right then Dew, I think it's time" Dew moaned loudly just from the thought, dick immediately hardening. "Please Ifrit, just fuck me, no teasing, no foreplay, no nothing. I need you so fucking bad" Dew was already begging and they hadn't even begun yet. What a slut. Ifrit being the ghoul he wanted to draw this out for as long as possible just to torture the poor water ghoul. The best part about full moons is that ghouls can cum as many times as they like. Ifrit was thankful for this rule, as with Dew's desperation he had a strong feeling he will have cum before he can get his clothes off. Ifrit slowly started unbuttoning his tops, causing Dew to growl and start doing it for him, only for him to get burned once again. "Ah ah ah, don't think that just because the moon's out that you can touch all you like, you've still got to be a patient little pup. Just watch me strip, appreciate my body." Dew was physically drooling at this point. Ifrit continued to slowly remove his clothing, causing Dew to whine from lust, until he was eventually in just his boxers. "Your turn, Dewy." Ifrit ran his hands over Dew's body, making him moan and his knees to falter. He slowly started undoing the smaller ghouls buttons, revealing the "Sodomizer" tattoo that he had, further reminding Ifrit of how much of a slut the little water ghoul is. Dew was physically shaking just from Ifrit's touch. He needed the larger fire ghoul so badly it was killing him.

Once he was fully naked, Ifrit placed a long, deep kiss on Dew's mouth, making him moan loudly, going limp in Ifrit's arms. "Can, can you fuck me now, please, please Ifrit, please" the water ghoul panted, out of breath from the kiss. Ifrit knew he had teased him enough, and entered the smaller ghouls hole with no warning. The pleasure from this alone was enough to make Dew cum. "Cumming for me already are we slut?? Let's see how long you can last when I'm fucking you" and with that Ifrit started pounding mercilessly into Dew. Dew managed to grab a nearby table to keep himself up as he screamed in pleasure. Ifrit was pounding into him so hard that the table was creaking, almost as loud as the poor water ghoul was screaming. Tears were streaming down his face as Ifrit relentlessly pounded into him. He definitely wasn't going to be able to walk tomorrow. Soon after Dew reached his second climax, the tension around Ifrit making him follow shortly after. The fire ghouls cum was hot inside him, he could feel his insides burning, but it felt do good. So do good. "Don't think I'm done with you yet Dew, the night has just begun" Ifrit said as he began to pound into the water ghoul once again.

[themculibrary]

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“Tony,” he blurted.

“Tony,” Steve repeated. He hadn’t come any closer. He said something short that might have been pleased to meet you or you look good on your knees. Tony had no way of knowing and he wasn’t going to risk echoing it. He kept quiet. See, Howard? I do know how to shut up when my life depends on it.

what if there is no tomorrow? (ao3) - iron_spider pepper/tony

Summary: "Tony, talk to me. What's going on with you? You're freaking us out."

Tony keeps making his snow angel. He moves his arms and legs back and forth and stares up at the bright blue sky until Peter moves a little closer, eclipsing the sun. He narrows his eyes and stares down at him like he's insane.

Because he is insane.

"Peter," Tony says, beginning the conversation he's had so many times before. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course," Peter says.

"We're in a time loop. I'm Bill Murray. I remember everything, you guys don't, we're...we are trapped. We're trapped, buddy. I've done this over and over. And over. And over and over and over. I don't know how to fix it. So I'm...giving up. I make snow angels now. And that's it."

Who Saves The Hero (ao3) - CamelotQueen T, 15k

Summary: May brings home her new boyfriend. Something about him makes Peter feel nervous, but he makes May happy. And if May's happy, then Peter is happy.

Then it escalates.

worth fighting for (ao3) - icoulddothisallday, TetrodotoxinB clint/natasha E, 13k

Summary: Clint and Nat decide to take their relationship to the next level. It doesn't go like either of them had hoped.

Wrapped Up In Clover (ao3) - FestiveFerret steve/tony, clint/phil T, 54k

Summary: It's been seven years since Steve and Tony split up, and Steve's sure he'll never see Tony again. He's finally managed to put their failed relationship behind him and move on, focusing on his friends and building his business. But then his best friends, Bucky and Clint, decide to get married, and their wedding week at a cabin resort in Vermont turns into a minefield of heartbreak for Steve.

[princesscolumbia]

Depends on the platform, generally, but my 100% for sure most popular is Fission, if only because it's been on FF.net since 2015 and gained readers by sheer inertia.

Star Trek: Strike Team Valkyrie, though I suspect that's more due to the different fandoms this megacrossover has touched so far not having much crossover...yet. 😉

The Accidental Librarian - A crossover between The Accidentally Paranormal series of books and The Librarians TV show. Bookstore owner Jane Fairfax somehow managed to buy a premium office space in downtown New York for a song to live her dream of owning a bookstore. She's excited to have her first book signing with the up-and-coming author Wanda Jefferson. After they've wrapped up the event and Jane is getting ready to close, she's surprised to discover one customer got lost in the stacks. It's too bad this dreamboat has no reason to stay in the store, you know, since it's closing...wait, are those ninjas?! Why are they invading her store?! Wanda Jefferson has just finished a successful book signing and is enjoying the amusing romcom playing out in front of her in the form of her hostess and an apparently random customer that needed help escaping the store's labyrinthine stacks. Suddenly ninjas crash their way into the store and are demanding a specific book that Jane has no hope of knowing what they're talking about. Wanda's keeping her particular skills on the DL until one of the ninjas pulls out a medallion that is just radiating magic! She wasn't planning on using her hybrid werewolf/vampire form tonight, but when the paranormal was afoot, one of the founding members of OOPS--Out in the Open Paranormal Support was on the job! Nathan Park was mostly looking for activities to fill his day. Medically discharged from the Marines after being exposed some radiation the government won't quite explain, he's been mostly getting caught up on reading and (his squadmates always made fun of him for this) his crochet hobby. Then he got lost in a bookstore and some ninjas attacked, and then the author who had just been signing books turns into a freaking werewolf, but somehow the creature of myth and horror isn't the bad guy! Eve, Jacob, Cassandra, and "The" Ezekiel Jones are shocked when Jenkins informs them that somehow The Library is losing books and artifacts! The library records say that the books are being redirected to the New York annex, but that, of course, is impossible; they lost the connection to that annex years ago. But that's their only clue, so they take portal back to where their careers with The Library all started, only to find a bookstore where the annex should be, it's filled with ninjas, there's a guy who Jacob worked with back in the day, and there's a weird werewolf-vampire hybrid defending the owner of the bookstore.

Multichap

Mature? Adult? The not porn variety that happens to be completely okay venturing into some topics that aren't sex but still give purity cultists the vapors. (but I do write some smut, too)

Mostly characters that need to fill gaps in the world where there would be a person (CEO of a company, trash collector, kid in an arcade, that sort of thing) but the canon media never accounted for.

Found family

Word

"Nabiki was watching the aquatransexual with an incredulous eye. The shit-eating grin from yesterday hadn't made a return, but Ranma had no doubt that it and a school of its shark-like cousins were swimming in the depths of Nabiki's ocean of plans and schemes."

By Kudos 1-Return to Recipient 2-Deviation 3-And at This Point I'm Afraid to Ask 4-My Empire of Dirt 5-Double Isekai

740,245

I respond to as many comments as I can. People honored me with a comment, it takes only a little effort to reply and is a nice reciprocation on the care they showed me.

Yes. My most problematic fic ("BAMF" or "Ranma is Fucked") got me blocked by half of a discord server. None of the people who blocked me bothered to read the fic, which was all about the problem with the central plot point.

Nope, unless you consider a forum RP post a story, in which case, yes.

"Indeed" pops up alot, sometimes my protags get too wordy, and nearly every female protag I write is Sapphic to one degree or another.

130,627 words, though that's complete and the next five longest are all WIPs that are likely going to be much longer than that by the time they're finished.

Gosh, name some of the legends of the Ranma 1/2 fandom and they've influenced me at some point, but I think the biggest influence was due to Rebecca "BurgerBecky" Heineman's work on the Sailor Sun saga. It directly influenced a lot of how I write Fission and some of the plot points I've got planned out for it.

Oh, gosh, there's several! I love most of @jaquik's stuff (and what I don't love I haven't gotten around to reading yet 😋), and Dear Diary directly inspired Return to Recipient ThrashJazz's The Girl Behind the Mirror got me rethinking a lot about the nekoken for Ranma and inspired me to start writing more fics with systems as a protag. @n7punk...just, like, ALL of n7punk's body of work. AnneOminous is a freaking drama powerhouse with her Phoenix saga @thestargayzingetherian - Just, like, unapologetically all the SPOP fluff ClassicalGal - Helped me understand my own gender journey back in the day...and we connected again recently. They did promise that someday they'd finish Notes from Julliard, but until then I still love their Genma's Daughter series, even if it's incomplete. 😁 AEM - The other author of a neurodivergent Isekai'd Ranma Saotome in Taming Shrews (seriously, PHENOMENAL worldbuilding!) NobleHeroine - Life is Not Built with Dreams (But Dreams are Upon which Life is Built) is a regular re-read for me and was basically the final puzzel piece to being able to properly build a polyamory Ranmafic. All my poly fics? Yeah, NobleHeroine was the one that built the template for me. 💖

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[stray-cat-21]

Kissed just to be kissed💋

Summary: The (cheerleader) reader finds out Eddie hasn’t been kissed just for the sake of kissing. Lots of kisses follow.

An: thinking about making this a series of blurbs/fics about Eddie and a popular cheerleader reader. Not in any particular order just random thoughts and ideas like the bat Eddie series. Asks accepted same as the bar series lol. This also is longer than I intended

“That doesn’t count Eddie!”

“Why the fuck not she had her tongue down my throat that counts to me!”

“Because you were making out not kissing! When was the last time someone kissed you just to kiss you?”

“Um somewhere around never?”

“What?!”

“Princess I’m a freak. Girls aren’t exactly lining up.”

“Well what about your first kiss?”

“Uh sixth grade this girl Tammy got dared to kiss me. Got me to meet her at swings and right after we kissed she started laughing and half the cheer squad jumped out and laughed with her.”

“Oh Eds I’m so sorry that’s terrible.”

“Not really a big deal. Guys like me don’t get just kissed. We get made out with in dirty bar bathrooms to say you fucked a guitarist.”

Eddie had just shrugged it off returning his attention back to the popcorn and bad movie.

(Y/n) however could not just let it go. Even after the movie was finished and Eddie was driving her back home she couldn’t get his words out of her head.

Guys like Eddie especially deserved to be ‘just kissed’. Even if she wasn’t entirely sure guys like Eddie Munson existed. It seemed more likely he was basically a one time deal then the mold was clearly broken.

“Hey Eds will you meet me at the park tomorrow by the old swing set?”

The question Startles Eddie a bit. The drive had been far too quiet in comparison to the others. For the most part he had been worried about whether or not he had said something that could have upset her due to the silence.

Of course in his mind the conversation about kissing was long forgotten so he was just completely confused at the request.

“Gotta play date I don’t know about princess?”

“No goofball it’s a surprise will you meet me, please?

Eddie eyed her for a moment trying to get any sign of her intentions but was left just as confused.

“Of course I’ll meet you.”

“Perfect! I’ll see ya tomorrow at six handsome!”

Eddie watched just as confused as she practically skipped all the way to her front door. He was completely perplexed. The two probably would have hung out the next day anyways but what could they possibly have to do at a playground at night.

Eddie arrives at the park first, fallen leaves crunching under his sneakers as he makes his way to the swing set

It’s the playground by the trailers on the ‘other side of the tracks’.

Only the kids from the park seem to hang out here if they have to but most make the ride to the nicer one

On chilly nights late into the fall season it remains empty.

He takes a seat lighting up a cigarette while he waits

The rusty metal chains creak under his weight

He only manages to take three anxious puffs before (Y/n) is coming up.

He’s surprised to see her dressed in her cheer uniform

“Hey princess gotta new routine you wanna practice?”

It seems to be the easiest guess she’s practiced in front of him before when she was extra nervous

After all why else would she be wearing the uniform to a playground in 60 degree weather.

“Nope that’s not why I’m here Eds.”

Eddie puts out his cigarette blowing the smoke away.

“Okay you wanna elaborate or?”

“I’m here to give you a proper kiss.”

Eddie stunned rendered speechless which is a hard accomplishment that (Y/n) manages to do quite often

“W-what?”

“Remember our conversation yesterday? Well I say we give your first kiss another go. For real this time, the kind you deserved the first time.”

Eddie’s mouth flounders open and close a couple times trying to form some sort of response.

Any witty response, flirtatious joke, or sentimental remark is lost on his tongue.

His mouth is suddenly completely dry.

“You wanna kiss me?”

She hums in response nodding her head with an eager smile.

If you had told him during the summer that in his third go at senior year he’d be offered to kiss a cheerleader he would have laughed maybe even gagged.

But this was really happening.

“Sweetheart really it’s okay I don’t mind. It was a a long time ago.”

“I know Eds but that shouldn’t have been your first kiss. It’s not right. So now you get to kiss a cheerleader at the swings for real. No laughing this time I swear. You can check the bushes if you’d like.”

They both share a laugh at this easing the light tension.

“I didn’t bring any gum gonna taste like cigarettes.”

“That’s okay I don’t mind Eds.”

Eddie takes a deep breath soothing his palms over his denim covered thighs.

“Alright princess how are we gonna do this?”

“Just close your eyes.”

Eddie does as told shutting his eyes.

(Y/n) slowly moved into the space between his legs.

Eddie’s heart is pounding in his chest.

He can feel her tuck some of his rampant curls behind his ear

Goosebumps cover his skin even under his jacket.

Before either can change their mind she’s pressing her lips against his

Eddie subconsciously takes in a sharp inhale at the contact

(Y/n) had chosen a much more subtle cherry flavored chapstick over her usual lip gloss.

Their lips move together a little clumsily but it creates the perfect spark regardless

She lets out a content sigh leaning just a bit further while Eddie’s hands are carefully holding her waist.

(Y/n) let’s Eddie be the one to pull away all though if it had been an option he would have stayed their for the rest of his life.

When his eyes open (Y/n)’s smiling brightly at him waiting for his reaction

“Definitely never been kissed like that before.”

“We should definitely do that more often.”

“I mean not that I’m saying no but really?”

“You said guys like you don’t just ‘get kissed’ well I disagree I think you deserve to be kissed often and by someone who knows how. I’d like to be that someone if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t think friends are supposed to kiss princess.”

“Who says? I’m okay with it if you are?”

“Alright yeah I’d like that.”

He half expected her to forget about it or that it was a one and done kind of deal. Or even that he hallucinated or dreamed it.

But Monday morning when he picked her up for school she greeted him with a kiss to the cheek

When the bell for first period rang she stood on her toes to give him a quick peck on the lips

Thank satan he was leaned up against the lockers or he might have fallen over

They don’t have any classes together so she doesn’t see him till lunch

“Eddie bear I brought you lunch again.”

Once she’s finished divvying out the contents of her lunch box she leans over kissing his cheekbone softly.

Those of Hellfire that were paying attention where shocked sharing confused looks

Sure they knew were all in agreement that the pair was already in love and just didn’t know it but they figured if something had happened Eddie wouldn’t have shut up about it.

No one is brave enough to bring it up so they eat lunch discussing the upcoming campaign

Shortly before the bell rings (y/n) has already finished eating and begins to leave for class a little early to return something to a friend.

“I gotta go boys I’ll see you later. Bye Eds.” She hums.

He tilts his head towards her this time so she kisses Eddie right on the lips. It’s a little slower than a quick peck but fast enough to not linger.

Most of the club’s mouths are hung wide open in disbelief.

“Dude when the hell did that happen?” Gareth is brave enough to ask

“When did what happen?” Eddie plays clueless.

“(Y/n) just kissed you? Like on the lips?” Jeff points out.

“So?”

“So when did ya get the balls to ask her out?” Gareth asks

“No way a babe like (Y/n) is into Eddie, they’re fucking with us.” Wheeler laughs

Eddie in response chucks a small pretzel at Mike’s head.

“For your information I didn’t ask her out. And it’s none of your damn business.”

The group continues to ask question and make theories about what’s going on.

“A dare?”

“A bet?”

“She’s actually been replaced with a an alien?”

“Enough!” Eddie finally shouts smacking his hands against the table.

The bell rings thankfully saving him.

At the end of the day (Y/n) is at cheer practice while Eddie waits for her out at the fan puffing from a cigarette.

Eventually he sees her exiting the gym talking to Chrissy Cunningham and one of the other cheerleaders, the only two (Y/n) can really stand. While the rest of the cheer squad lingers behind them talking to their jock boyfriends.

Eddie stomps out his cigarette. He thinks this will be the real test whether or not she kisses him knowing full well their all watching

Sure enough the second their eyes meet she runs a little bit ahead locking her arms around his neck while he hugs her waist.

“Hey princess how was practice?”

“It was fine, ready to go back to your place though.”

“As you wish.”

Before she pulls away she makes sure to stand on her toes again leaning up to kiss him.

He’s a little shocked but eventually kisses her back.

He doesn’t even care when they pull apart and the jocks and cheerleaders are making snide remarks about the scene.

It’s Wayne’s night off so he’s actually back at the trailer when they get there.

“Hey kids how was school?”

“Was alright actually stayed through the whole thing so.”

“I told ya that girl was a good influence on you son.”

Rather than running off to his room they decide to hang out with Wayne for a bit

The three lounge around the couch watching a terrible cheesy horror movie Eddie picked out

“I’m gonna grab a drink, you want one sweetheart?”

“Yes please.”

After the many kisses of the day he doesn’t even think about it just leaning down to give her a kiss before strolling to the kitchen.

“I’m actually gonna grab a beer.” Wayne follows his nephew into the kitchen.

Eddie is grabbing two Yoo-hoos from the fridge when Wayne clears his throat.

“When did that happen?”

“What?”

“Don’t bullshit me boy we both know I saw what happened.”

Eddie took a deep breath leaning his back against the counter. While Wayne pulls out a can of beer cracking it open.

“Oh yeah that.”

“Mhm start talkin.”

“It’s not what you think uncle Wayne. We’re just friends still.”

“Last I checked your other friends didn’t go around kissin you like that.”

“You don’t know what Gareth and I get up to.”

“Boy could you be serious for a minute this is (Y/n) we’re talking about.”

“Fine fine well we were talking about kissing, and she figured out I’ve never been kissed to just be kissed. Apparently that’s like this big deal to her. So she started kissing me.”

“So she ain’t your girlfriend but you’re kissin each other?”

“Yeah something like that.”

Wayne snorts shaking his head just a little sipping from his beer.

“What’s so funny?”

“Girls like that don’t just kiss boys for no reason. I’m tellin you Eddie you better fess up before it’s too late.”

“Yeah I know I know.”

Wayne pats his nephew on the shoulder and the two return the living room

[anniebear-92]

Paw Prints

Have I risen from the dead? Seemingly. I am sorry for the long delay, there has been quite a bit going on in my life that I just have not had the time to sit down and bust out this next part. I think the next part will be the NSFW part that will not really add to the story should you wish to skip it. I plan at least one other SFW part and then our story will be coming to an end. Stay tuned though as I have other ideas that I have written down for one shots, fics and head cannons :)

Summary:

Things just have not been the same since your phone call with Kirishima. Given the cold shoulder from your cat is nothing new but you've had enough and are bout to do something about it.

It had been a quiet, long last few days since your conversation with Kirishima. Katsuki had been seemingly giving you the cold shoulder as he refused to speak more than a few words towards you or even meet your gaze. He had even taken to sleeping in the guest room to your shock.

Kirishima had called just a bit ago to inform that he aquired documentation for the feline to enroll in school and was planning to drop them off later this afternoon. You huffed as your gaze followed the broad shoulders of his best friend as he naviagated around the kitchen, banging and throwing things into a pan.

You had contiplated several senarios in your head as to what could've caused his sudden coldness towards you, none of them lining up properly to the truth. A plate was dropped into your lap as he fell into the spot beside you, the chopsticks he now weilded like a pro digging into his meal and depositing the haul bewteen those full pink lips of his. Heat began creeping up the back of your neck as your gaze dragged over the features of the handsome man that shared your home. Becoming hotter than the sun when you found the vermillion pair boring back into yours.

Clearing your throat you began tearing into your own out of embarrassment at being caught. It has become increasingly hard to continue denying any sort of attraction or feelings towards the stoic blonde. Kirishima continues to this day to push the issue that he can clearly see it and you should just tell him how you feel. The flavors of the food had you lost in thought as you savored when a crash of chopsticks hitting an empty plate earned your attention.

Katsuki had scarfed down his meal, now ready to return to the kitchen and dump his plate in the sink before retreating into the guest bedroom for the fifth day in a row without a word. As he stood, you found yourself unable to take the silence any longer.

"Katsuki."

His body visibly stiffened as his eyes narrowed down at you. No words were shared as he waited for you to speak.

"Could, you tell me what I did to earn your silence? It's about as bad as when you were in your cat form all the time. Kind of a one sided conversation really."

He snorted sharply, turning to take his plate to the kitchen once again in silence.

"Katsuki! Come on, I can't apologize or grovel to you for something I don't know what I did!" You followed him with your own empty plate now, visible distress on your face as he huffed and dropped the plate into the sink.

He rounded and snatched the plate from your hands, his gaze boring into your own.

"It's fine."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest before rebutting his statement.

"It's clearly not fine. You've been completely ignoring my existence for days. Sleeping in the guest bedroom after arguing with me that you'd be sharing my bed as always and even spending time in your cat form when you need to leave the room for whatever reason! I haven't even been scented in awhile which is abnormal, especially when I came in yesterday after petting that stray dog in the park!"

His nose wrinkled in memory of the horrid smell, he had fought his instincts to rid you of that horrible odor the second you walked into the door. However he had resolve, if avoiding you to get rid of these feelings you clearly didn't want wasn't going to work he would have to find another tactic.

"Fine. I was upset and now I'm not. Happy? I'll scent you and sleep in your bed again if you want."

Inhaling deeply while closing your eyes in frustration. His stubborn streak was about on your last nerve when the doorbell rang.

"It's Kirishima."

He simply stated before turning and walking towards the guest room once again, most likely to either hide or change his clothes for the day.

Swinging the door open you found the shining redhead standing there with a manila folder in hand and flanked by someone you were, unfamiliar with.

"Hey! I have Katsuki's stuff!"

His bright smile dropped when he saw the distress in yours, shaking your head you gave him the faux smile you always did to hide the argument you had just endured.

"Thanks, I'm sure he'll be excited. Uh, who is this?"

You shot a polite smile to the shorter of the two now standing inside your entry way. His unruly dark hair curled around his face that was littered with freckles and bright, shining emerald eyes. He wore a smile that rivaled Kiri's when he stuck his hand out.

"Hello! I am Izuku Midoriya. I'm an old friend of Kirishima and Kacchan's."

You cocked a brow at the second name, unsure of who he was referring to.

"Kaachan is Katsuki. He and Izuku were friends back when he was a Kitten, before he was adopted by that family. Midoriya joined my family's organization as a volunteer a few years ago to help other hybrids."

Your eyes flashed between the two in surprise at the mention of the secret race as if he was not a total stranger in your home.

"Ah! Sorry, I am a hybrid too. Don't worry about your secret getting out!"

The bright smile of the shorter man grew wider as long matching dark ears sprouted from under the curls, reminding you of a... rabbit!

"Who the fuck are you talking to?" The growling voice of your roommate came from just around the corner, like he didn't tell you who was at the door.

"It's Kirishima and a friend!" You called, ignoring the fact he was actually speaking with you as if he had not ignored you for days on end. He rounded the corner quickly and came to a halt at the sight of the bunny hybrid.

"What the fuck?"

His lip curled and he was immediately behind you with such speed, thick arms wrapping around your waist to pull you back into the solid wall of muscle.

"What are you doing here Deku?!"

Blinking rapidly the shorter man returned to his human state as his eyes began flicking between the two of you.

"I heard from Kirishima he had made contact with you once again. I came to see my old friend, also if it was true you had found and are living with your mate."

A large hand clamped over the smaller man's mouth as a squeak left your body. Kirishima gave a nervous smile and chuckle while he began word vomiting an apology.

"Ha, don't worry about him. He's just got the wrong words is all! He grew up in an all Hybrid community so he's still learning what to and not to say."

"Mate?" You questioned as you leaned your head back against Katsuki's chest to find his face rivaling the color of a tomato. His Vermillion eyes remained narrowed at his childhood friend in severe annoyance. His tail whipped behind him as if the expression on his face was not enough to show his anger.

"She's not my mate!"

A sudden wave of unexplained sadness hit you like a ton of bricks. Confusion as to why this upset you as you looked down at the floor.

"Uh… let me take our host here and you two can catch up over there huh?" Kirishima's attempts to defuse the situation as he took you from Katsuki's grasp and into your bedroom, leaving the two in an intense stare-down that could end in several ways. Most of them not great.

Kirishima set the folder he had still clutched in his hand on your nightstand before helping you sit on the side of the bed.

"Alright tell me what's going on between you two. I could tell the second you opened the door that you're upset and I can smell Katsuki's distress."

You let out a loud huff before looking up at the man with his thick arms crossed across his chest. You began telling your best friend about the last few days since he had seen you, Kat's cold shoulder and sleeping apart. His short and sharp words towards you and even the argument just moments before he arrived.

"I had a feeling this was going to happen." Kirishima ran a large hand over his face in exasperation and sat beside you. "It's just as I told you on the phone that day. You have feelings for Katsuki."

Your jaw dropped and eyes going wide as dinner plates. "I do not! I told you that the other day!"

"When he started ignoring you, right?"

You thought for a moment before nodding, that was exactly when he started ignoring you. "Could he have heard me and upset him?" You whispered as Kirishima nodded.

"It's clear he thinks the world of you as the person who saved him from death, gave him a home and more love than he's ever experienced in his life. How would you feel if that person blatantly said they don't like you?"

Your gaze fell to the carpet between your toes, realizing that though you had retreated to your bedroom for privacy, Katsuki's hearing was sensitive enough he most likely heard every word.

"I didn't even think about that. I didn't mean anything by it. I love him, he's my cat and a sweetheart. I don't want to take advantage of that and give him the wrong ideas!"

A snort lifted your vision to the redhead who gripped your chin in his large fingers. "I don't think he's got any wrong ideas love, I think he's just finally expressing what you've both been hiding this whole time."

Your lips parted to respond when a loud crash outside the room caught both of your attentions. You were quick out the door to find Izuku up on top of the fridge, as Katsuki attempted to swipe at him and pull him down.

"Get down here you damn rabbit! I'm trying to tell you how things are!"

The rabbit hybrid lowered a foot and pushed the blonde's cheek, tilting his head back. "I know how they are alreadyand you are just trying to deny it! I know you Kaachan and it's the truth!"

A snarl from your cat had you rushing forward and wrapping your arms around his waist. "Chill out! What's the matter?"

His arms froze as he looked down at you underneath his bicep, his narrowed eyes visibly softening at the sight of you.

"The rabbit thinks he knows things and he's wrong!"

"The rabbit is right." The squeak came above you and you looked up to see the small man on all fours peeking down at you, his long ears flopping forward as he leaned down.

A snarl and another swipe had Izuku leaning back once again as you gripped Katsuki's arm. "That's enough! No eating the guests!"

His response is a huff, lowering his arms as you took both his hands in yours. His low voice grumbling about not eating him and just wanting to "talk" to him. As you began scolding the half feline man, Kirishima assisted Izuku off the top of the fridge and a few feet away in the case Katsuki advanced once more.

The two guests watched as you gave Katsuki the 'what for', his eyes intently watching you and hanging on to every word. Visible pout on his lips when he gave his rebuttal to his actions, had them both thinking the exact same thing.

They're in love, and too stupid to admit it.

"All right, all right I've had enough." Kirishima clapped his hands to catch your attentions quickly. "This needs to get sorted out or I'm taking Katsuki to live elsewhere."

The fur on Katsuki's tail and ears bristled as he then snatched you into his side. "I ain't going anywhere!"

"Then tell her how you feel. Right fucking now dude! I'm done with this!" He nodded towards Midoriya who nodded and made their way towards the front door. "You solve this or I'll take that paperwork back and move Katsuki into one of our half way homes until we find him a place of his own. You both have things to say and quit beating around the bush and just say them!"

Stunned to silence the both of you watched as the two exited your apartment and shut the door respectfully firm behind them.

A loud sigh broke the silence as Katsuki's large hand wrapped around yours, pulling you towards the couch and pushing you to a seat. Raising your head to snap at him for his roughness you found a somber look on his face, distress showing clear as day as he attempted to find the words to say.

"Katsuki?" You started as he finally fell onto the couch with his head in your lap. "This is too fucking hard." His words were muffled into your thigh though you caught them easily from your time of hearing his mumbles and grumbles.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Can you finally tell me why you've been so mad at me lately?"

He took a moment before turning his head and catching your eyes with his own. Sitting up he took both of your hands and lifted one to his hair. You began giving him the scratches he asked for and his rumbly purr sounded throughout the silent room. His vermillion eyes had closed from the feeling of your hands running over his ears and through his hair for the first time in days.

After a few moments he slowly cracked them to hold your gaze.

"I… heard you the other day talking to the mutt."

Letting out the breath you had held as he confirmed your fear and Kirishima's previous musings. You let him continue as he dropped his view to your other hand he still held.

"It.. hurt hearing you say you don't like me. I've, never felt this way about anyone and just saying this right now makes me want to vomit and hide in my room."

He raised his hand to your cheek, thumb running softly back and forth over the soft skin. His face was the softest you had ever seen from him, a glow in his irises held you like a trance as he continued.

"I hate that it took those two idiots pushing me but, they're right. I need to tell you how I feel or things will not end well between us at this rate."

You began chewing at your bottom lip when he huffed in faux annoyance, his thumb raising to pull it from between your teeth as he usually did.

"What did I tell you about that. It's a bad habit." His gravelly voice was soft, eyes focused on your lips he had just freed from their confines. Heat crept up the back of your neck and into your cheeks as the most intense stare-down between the both of you ensued.

"Katsuki?" You whispered to him and luring him from his inner thoughts.

The fingers that still held your cheek flexed as he finally gripped tightly, his words were practically a low snarl of "The hell with it."

Your face was pulled towards his and his soft lips crashed against yours.

It was if time stopped when your lips met, eyes closing and meeting his kiss with fervor of your own. Both of your feelings being said with the intertwining of your bodies, his arms pulling you against him tightly while tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

The two of you remained in this moment for quite some time, not wanting it to end a second too soon. When you finally parted, lips slightly apart and panting as the pair of you contemplated who would speak first.

"Does that explain enough?" He finally spoke, thumb running over your now swollen bottom lip from his kisses. They spread into a wide smile as you shook your head, "No, use your words."

His eyes rolled as he dropped his hand from your cheek. "I fuckin' love you okay? I.. Want you to be mine. Only mine, my mate."

Mate, that was a word that had been thrown around more than anything today. You understood what a mate was but as far as Hybrids? No clue.

"What is a mate to you Katsuki? Humans don't have mates." He paused a moment while contemplating his words. "A Mate to a hybrid is their partner. Their one true love that they will cherish and be with until their last breath. If I take you as my mate, I will have no other until I leave this world."

Your breath caught at the seriousness in his voice, the set eyes that looked to yours in order to gauge your reaction. When you said nothing you could see his tail begin flailing in panic, his expression remaining stoic though as his ears flattened against his hair you smiled.

"I love you too, you annoying fur-ball."

His face lit up into a bright smile, lifting you up into his arms as he held you tightly. His cheek rubbed back and forth against your own and lower into your throat. His soft lips pressing against your skin lightly as he whispered "Mine."

"Are you done giving me the cold shoulder now?" You whispered as he chuckled. "You won't be rid of me now idiot."

Katsuki's head was on a swivel when you arrived on campus for his first day, his shoulders were stiff and pulled up to his human ears to show his discomfort. You slid your palm into his, lacing your fingers as he turned his head to you. "Don't worry, most of our classes are the same so I'll be with you. Otherwise Kirishima is in your other classes or Izuku since he transferred over."

He scoffed at the mention of his childhood friend. Izuku learned of Katsuki's intentions to join your school and study something, he had yet to decide on what that was exactly, regardless the green haired hybrid had taken the chance to be closer to his friends and transferred from the college the next town over. Katsuki now begrudgingly had not only his partner, best friend (he animatedly denies this) and his childhood friend to deal with on a daily basis, checking in on him and making sure he was assimilating well into human society.

"I'll be fine. I don't need baby sitters." The blonde snapped as he continued taking in the view around them. "You still haven't decided your major yet?"

Your question was met with a shrug, "I figured I'd see how classes go and make a decision then."

You nodded when waves from a group of people caught your attention. Face lighting up as you recognized your friend group around the tall red haired golden retriever. Sero, Izuku, Kaminari and Mina all stood and joined in greeting you as you approached. Katsuki immediately turned while still holding your hand to return the way you had just came.

"Nope."

You tightened your grip on his hand and pulled him back towards your friends. "Aw come on, they're not so bad once you get to know them."

Rolling his beautiful crimson eyes he scoffed, "They're people. People are… ew." You chuckled as you finally came upon your friends.

Introductions were made for the group to your new boyfriend and he begrudgingly shook hands with most of the group. Mina squealed and pulled you aside in order to try and get details out of you, waiving her off with a promise to explain in President Mic's class, which was one of the few you did not have with Katsuki.

While you stood in the circle of your friends, the voices seemed to fade as your gaze remained on the tall blonde beside you. His mouth moving in response to whatever prying question your friends had. You couldn't believe where you were at this moment in time, holding hands with someone who truly cared for you instead of what you could offer. Someone who started off as a sick cat that you nursed back to health, your house pet that occasionally broke things with his psychotic zoomies and sassed you at meal times. All to think he was the man squeezing your hand for your attention and bringing you out of your thoughts.

"It's class time, let's go dumbass."

You smiled brightly as you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. His face burned almost as bright as his eyes as he pulled you along down the walk.

"Katsuki, the class is this way."

He huffed and began pulling you the other way you indicated. Bright smiles all around as the both of you made your way to class. Things were definitely going to be interesting around here.

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dress down | a jjk drabble

Summary: There's a sale going on in your favourite store so you nag Jungkook to take you. One stuck zipper later, Jungkook joins you inside, to "help" you out of the dress.

♠ Pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader ♠ Word Count: 2,143 2.2k ♠ Genre/AU: college au • fwb to lovers au ♠ Rating: 18+. This fic and the series itself is not suitable for younger audiences. ♠ Warnings: semi-public sex • hair pulling • multiple orgasms • oral (f. receiving) • protected sex • dirty talk • name calling (slut) • the return of moon's mirror kink ♠ Author's Note: this work can be read as a stand alone but it's actually a drabble for pen pals! i wrote it super quickly so it does go from 0 to 100 real quick because i wanted it out there as soon as possible hehe! it's also written for the lovely rid @taegularities who inspires me to write after ruining me with "ruin you". yes i am the galaxy anon and i just! was too shy! i hope you enjoy it, rid! @sunshinekims sophie, thank you so much for being my beta reader! i appreciate all the comments and the correction!!! thank you for being patient with me ;; i can't wait for your jungkook fic to come out 👀

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"Come to the mall with me?" you bat your eyelashes towards Jungkook, a dance of a smile on your face as you pout. "You're the only person I know that's available and has a car, right now," you explain when Jungkook's eyebrow darts upwards to the high heavens.

"And here I thought you hate spending time with me," he chuckles as he closes his textbook, standing up to stretch his tired limbs.

You're in his apartment, to no one's surprise, and after spending hours in front of your laptop, your phone notifies you of a flash sale happening in one of your favourite stores. In big red letters, the promotion boasts 60% off of everything and your eyes turned wide instantly, imagining the beautiful dresses you've been eyeing since last month. As luck would have it, you've also just gotten paid yesterday and after setting aside money for rent and utilities, you have more than enough to spend on at least a dress.

"Come on, I'll buy you lunch if you take me. Please?"

Jungkook sighs in defeat, shaking his head as he stands up to grab his keys, unlocking the apartment door. Dejected, you thought he was leaving, until he lingers on the doorframe, throwing a cheeky grin in your direction.

"You coming?" he calls out as he steps foot outside. You squeal inwardly, putting on your shoes hastily to join him in the corridor.

---

You can swear to high heavens that you're a decent member of society. Sure, there were times when you lied to your parents about your whereabouts and maybe you've rolled through a stop sign without actually coming to a complete stop. But it doesn't make you a bad person for doing those things, right? This time, however, you just might have taken things a bit too far.

Your mouth gapes open at the silent moan you can't utter. The reflection in the mirror shows an image of a girl in a bright yellow dress, forehead dotted with sweat and eyes half-lidded, all while she’s rutting her hips against the beautiful face of a boy on his knees. His fingers dig into her thighs as his tongue swipes alphabets on her weeping cunt.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmurs from underneath your dress, his fingers leaving your thighs to drag against your slit, pushing into your entrance slightly as you tremble at the feeling. "You have to be extra quiet for me, okay?" Jungkook smirks as he pops the finger in his mouth, licking his digits clean, humming approvingly at your taste.

Whimpering quietly, you nod, locking your eyes on his dark pupils for a moment before Jungkook smiles, returning to his task at hand. "You taste so good, baby," he praises, dragging his tongue along your cunt, drinking in your arousal, eyes shining so bright as he watches for your reactions.

"Jungkook - I can't," you rasp above him, getting agonizingly close to your release as you roll your hips on his face again, a low groan emitting from his throat. "Gonna cum, fuck!" Your gasping breath replaces the moan of his name, knowing that you can't be too loud in your otherwise compromised position. If someone were to walk by, there's no denying the squelch, squelch, squelch of your pussy swallowing his fingers in. You're not sure who to thank, never one to believe in the higher power, but the store is incredibly busy, coworkers shouting among each other and patrons laughing all around you, allowing you to moan a little louder as he edges you closer.

"Cum for me," he groans, thrusting his fingers faster in your cunt and using his thumb to swipe circles on your sensitive clit. It doesn't take long when you whine wantonly in a broken voice, thighs trembling as clear liquid dribble down your thighs, your walls spasming around his digits. Jungkook is quick to react, licking your arousal flowing freely down your leg and drinking it all in as he helps you through your orgasm, his hands on your hips as your body shakes violently.

You try to catch your breath, pretending to be upset at the situation that thrusts itself in this confined space, but all your thoughts slip from your mind when Jungkook stands, pants straining against his thick length as he rolls his hips against you, kissing at your neck to leave small purple marks behind. "Think you can do one more?" he whispers, dragging his perfect teeth on the shell of your earlobe.

Breathing hard, you grab his neck to crash your lips into his, nipping your way into his mouth as you card your fingers through his hair, tugging at the purple locks harshly. Go bald, Jungkook, you motherfucker, you want to screech, but the workers probably wouldn't be too thrilled to know that there's an extra person in the dressing room. Plus, this was sort of your idea. So you grab at his length instead, palming his erection as he moans into the kiss; Jungkook's arm around your waist and the other resting by your head to avoid crushing you. "You brought a condom with you, right?" you gasp when your lips part, needing air to survive.

"Always," Jungkook winks, digging in his back pocket to fish out the familiar gold packet. You undo his belt, letting it thud on the floor as you free his erection from its confines. Jungkook moans quietly when the cold air hits his cock, the red, weeping head twitching slightly as his back arches. Ripping the foil, he stuffs himself in the condom, pumping his length a few times and shoving the trash in another pocket.

"Face the wall," he commands as he strokes his cock to your ruined body.

You scowl but you do as you're told, gathering up the dress so it bunches around your hips as you place your hands against the cold, white plywood. Jungkook lines himself with your entrance and inch by glorious fucking inch, he pushes past your velvet walls, the two of you moaning quietly in unison. He slips out quickly only to slam back in one fluid motion, sheathing himself fully inside you, sending shivers down your spine as you claw at the white walls of the dressing room. You sneak a glance at the mirror, marveling at the way your bodies are connected with one another, watching Jungkook's blissful, fucked out face. His head's tipped backwards, mouth hanging open at the sensation of your walls spasming around him.

"Fuck," Jungkook breathes as he grabs your hips, thrusting slowly into your fluttering walls. He gathers your hair in a ponytail, testing the tug a few times. When you don't respond, he tugs a little harder, your body leaving the wall, back arching towards him, moaning sinfully as you bring your eyes towards the mirror to watch him fuck you.

“Ah-- Jung--”

"Miss? I heard a shout... Is everything okay in there?" comes a knock from the door, startling the two of you into halting.

"Y-Yes!" you squeak rather loudly. "Sorry, my hair got stuck in the zipper."

"Do you need help, miss?" the worker asks worryingly. You pray silently that she doesn't come into the room, knowing that she has the key to unlock the door at any point in time.

"No!" comes your hasty reply and you take big breaths in before saying it again. "I'm okay, th-thanks!"

The worker seems uncertain and she starts making polite conversation, unaware to the sinful actions that are currently happening behind the thin plywood door. "Do you want me to grab you another colour of the dress? I think the mint one will look good with your skin tone!"

You try to answer her questions as best as you could, but your mind halts to a complete stop when Jungkook continues to fuck into you slowly, a mischievous smirk on his lips when the two of you lock eyes in the mirror. He brings a finger on his lips as he drags his cock into your weeping pussy, the sound of skin against skin ringing loudly against the confined walls, though you know no one else can hear it. Your hand flies to your mouth to cover the moan that's threatening to spill from your throat and you clench your pussy in revenge, relishing the grunt that tumbles from Jungkook's lips.

"Miss? Do you want the mint one?" the worker's voice snapping you from your fucked out thoughts.

You nod fervently before realising that there isn't a way for her to see your action. Just as you're about to speak, Jungkook drags his cock out of you before slamming in harshly, his hands tug harder on your hair. "Yes!" you cry out, gasping for breath.

"O-Okay! I'll go get that for you," the worker knocks once to signify her departure, probably surprised at your excited cry.

You glare at Jungkook in the mirror, though it doesn't last long when he repeats the action, driving you close to the brink of insanity as you struggle to keep your eyes open. He picks up the pace, driving his cock into your cunt deeper when he hears a commotion going outside, (something about a rip in one of the dresses) bringing your body flush against his as his arm snakes around your waist, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

"You're so beautiful in this dress, you should get it," he gasps in your ear, releasing your hair to find your clit, rubbing harshly to help aid your orgasm along.

"With the - ah, fuck, there - mess we've created? I'd be too embarrassed to - ah - return it. So, of course I'm buying this fucking dress," you whisper, turning your head slightly towards him so he hears you.

"Yeah? Such a needy slut. You knew what you were doing when you asked me to help zip you up, didn't you? Fuck, this dress doesn't even have a zipper. You just can't go without my cock for a day, huh? Dirty fucking slut wants everyone to know how good you feel. Look in the mirror - fuck - you're so good to me. You take my cock so well. You're going to cum right here, then? In the fucking dressing room where everyone can hear you?" Jungkook taunts as he brings you dangerously closer towards the edge, whines leaving your lips as his grip tightens around you.

Jungkook growls as your pussy tightens, the dangerous combination of his fingers and cock dragging out a second orgasm from you. The familiar burn in your stomach causes your body to thrash against his grip, but he holds you steady, whispering how well you're taking his cock and to wait until the two of you get home because he isn't quite finished with you yet. You manage a strangled cry and a hiss of his name as your body goes rigid, the waves of pleasure bringing you over the edge, relishing in the toe-curling orgasm as your body spasms under his touch.

He fares no better, feeling your walls constrict against his cock and with a harsh yet quiet groan of your name, he paints the condom white, thrusting a few more times into your ruined cunt to prolong his orgasm. Jungkook kisses your shoulders as he exits out of you, removing the condom and tying it up in one fluid motion, placing it inside one of the small bags to throw out later.

As you try to catch your breath, there's a quiet knock on the door again. "Miss? I have the mint dress hanging out front here. Come, uh, come grab it from outside when you're ready," she says hesitantly and you hear the squeaking of her footsteps dragging her away from your sinful deeds.

"Do you think she knows?" Jungkook chuckles as he wipes your hair away from your damp forehead.

"Did you hear the strangled way she says 'come'? There's no way she doesn't know," you giggle, turning towards the mirror to fix yourself while you shrug on your discarded clothes on the floor.

"How much does the dress cost anyw- holy fucking shit, are all women's clothes this expensive?" Jungkook balks at the zeroes that attach itself behind the two digit numbers.

"First of all, it's on sale for 60%, so it's not going to be that expensive. Second of all, I have to buy this dress, Jungkook. It's cute. And we soiled it," you pout as you poke his chest, gathering up the folded fabric to make a swift exit away from the dressing room.

And maybe it's just your imagination, but perhaps the two of you aren't being discreet enough, even though you made sure to exit separately, because the cashier has a pink flush on her face as she scans your item with trembling hands, unable to hold your gaze. With a sigh and an empty bank account, you leave the store feeling somewhat defeated, knowing that it'll be a long time before you're able to step foot inside the store again.

Oh well, there's always online shopping.

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ROTTMNT Moths Fly In Packs - Chapter Four

A/N: Hello I have returned with yet another chapter for y'all to feed on! I am lowkey so happy the fanfic's going on for so long cuz I have a history of abandoning projects after like the third chapter, so clearly tis a sign I might actually keep this fic long running for years and years to come :D I know I have a lot of ideas for it so I'm def taking a few years on this one but oh well I'm having fun. Hope you guys like this one, tidepod duo is one of my favs and I got to implement some of my own lore bits here and there and foreshadow certain things... Also can y'all believe the Hidden City Zoo was mentioned in one of the episodes but we never got to actually see it like fuck u Nickelodeon, now I'm forced to write a self-indulgent fanfic so my brain can finally rest >:( But yee tell me your fav parts if y'all feel like it <3

Also! Credit to: @sweaterrat for being my beloved beta reader, and my irl friend "The Leo Hater Reading a Leo Fanfic" for inspiring some quotes~

*Phuphu means "paternal aunt" in Bangla

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Disclaimer: Chapter involves themes of abusive family, mention of death, violence, and curse words. If you're sensitive to that stuff, scroll past and stay safe!

“Remember we’ll be back by nine, this place better be spotless or you’re staying up and making sure it is!”

“I know Phuphu*, I’ve got it. You and Meeta just enjoy your day.”

My aunt called for her daughter who was still at the mirror adjusting how she looked, smoothening out her patterned gold dress and putting any flyaway strands back in place. They were both going to a birthday party for one of my aunt’s friend’s sister’s brother-in-law’s son and, as usual, I wasn’t invited. Instead, I got tasked with keeping the apartment in check while they’re gone in case there’s an explosion or something. They never give me a better reason. 

“Hurry up child, we’re going to be late!”

“Mommy you’re the one who always says beauty takes time.” 

Meeta took one last look in the mirror and joined her mom at the door.

“Well, don’t you look stunning!”

“Um, of course I do? Have I ever not looked perfect?” There it is, my ever so humble cousin. I mean don’t get me wrong I admire her confidence, just crosses a line when she starts putting others down for not looking as good as her. And by others I mostly mean me.

But regardless, it was true. Meeta did look stunning all day everyday. She’s only fifteen but still considered the beauty of our family, especially to our relatives outside America. Tall, dark eyes, milky skin. Shiny black hair done up in a tight bun. Meeta takes great care to always look picture perfect.

I waved goodbye as they left for the party. It did feel a little bad, never getting to tag along and join them anywhere. But then again, eight years of technically being in debt to my aunt didn’t exactly leave any respect for me so parties are the least of my concerns. She acts as if not yelling at me for one minute would end with tragedy just because she’s letting me stay here for free. My only form of compensation: taking care of the house. Cleaning, shopping, running errands, all that jazz. It’s either that or a job so I chose household chores, it’s got more perks.

Like getting to choose my own schedule! As always, I was told ahead of time that they’d be out today so while my aunt and Meeta were sleeping last night, I got the majority of the cleaning done (with the exception of their rooms, of course). I asked Jaiden if we could hang out today and miraculously they agreed so I had to make sure today's cleaning would take no more than an hour, even if that sacrificed a little bit of sleep yesterday. All I’ve gotta do now is just some light sweeping. Totally worth it in my opinion.

Soon after I was done, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and saw it was a call from Jaiden. Fumbling with the buttons I eventually managed to answer.

“Jaiden? Are you out already? Give me like ten minutes I’ll-”

“I can’t make it.”

Wait, what? “Wh-what do you mean?”

“I can’t make it today, something came up. I just wanted to quickly call you and let you know.”

Beep!

They hung up.

My heart sank thinking about their words. Something came up? I’ve been so excited to hang out with Jaiden all day and now something came up? We already haven’t spent much time together lately. They don’t talk as much at school and stopped responding to my texts. I got worried I did something wrong but every time I’d gain the courage to ask they’d just say they were low on energy and I’d accept that answer because what else could I do? After all of this time of practically begging them, I finally got them to agree on making plans in hopes we could talk and now today of all days something just happened to come up? 

I sighed and quickly returned to rationality. It must be a last minute situation, I mean they barely even called for a minute. Probably something important or maybe a parent randomly said no. Jaiden did say their parents are a bit flip-floppy. Either way, no point in getting mad at Jaiden, it’s not in their control. I begrudgingly shoved my phone back in my pocket and paced around the house trying to entertain myself. I’ve already cleaned every nook and cranny I could bullshit into justifying as a mess so that’s not an option. I don’t really have any inspiration to work on my art or writing either. 

I went into my room and flopped on the bed. 

Ugh, this sucks! It’s only three pm, I still have so many hours to kill. Maybe I should just take a nap. 

Before I could try to doze off to dreamland, a sound forced my eyes back open.

A knock? At my window?

But when I stuck my head outside no one was there. So either the wind was being a little bitch or I’m so depressed I’m hallucinating. I groaned and was about to go back to bed but, the very second I turned my back, two voices shouted in unison before I got tackled to the ground. 

“Surprise attack!”

My poor back stung against the hard floor as the two mutant idiots curled around me. 

“Leo, Mikey! I missed you guys! But, um, I do still need to breathe.” 

We sat up, still on the floor and my soul eventually returned to my body. 

Mikey flashed a vibrant grin “So, whatcha doing? Any plans or are you free today!? Please say you’re free!”

“Oh, I am now, I guess. I was supposed to hang out with a friend but they canceled last minute so my day just about cleared up.”

“Aww sorry to hear that Salena.” And he’s back to hugging. I’d be more annoyed if Mikey didn’t give such great hugs, he’s as soft as a sponge. “But, on the bright side, that means you can come hang out with us now! Leo and I were planning on going to a zoo and-”

“A ZOO!?” 

Am I dreaming because holy daze it feels like I am! I could barely contain my giddy giggles the entire walk over. 

“I’ve always wanted to go to a zoo literally my entire life! Getting up close and personal with all the amazing different animals! I mean don’t get me wrong, books are great but it’d be so different to see one in person! I feel like I’d get carried away and go inside the enclosure, though, but that’s fine! Just the usual intrusive thoughts and stuff!” 

“Hey Salena, love the enthusiasm and it’s really great to see you so happy but, maybe you should save your energy for when we actually get there?”

“Sorry! I’m just so excited!”

“Yeah, I had a feeling you’d enjoy this.” He smiled and turned back to Mikey. “Hey Angelo, we there yet?”

“Yepperoni! Just give it a sec and let the Master of Mystic Arts do his thing.” Mystic arts?

He held out his hands and they started glowing. Contrasting with the neon blue I’m used to seeing, a portal opened up in sunset colors. 

“Guys, am I missing something? Why are we opening a portal?” I glanced over at Leo for some answers only to be met by his stupid amused smirk.

“So, we may have hidden a tiny little detail about this zoo trip.”

“Damn, you don’t say?” 

Mikey, the only thing between me and the glowing mystery hole, stepped off to the side. “We weren’t just gonna go to any regular zoo. We’re going to the Hidden City Zoo!”

Hidden City? Oh wait, that’s the place Raph talked about, the reason why there were so many Yōkai near my house! This is probably one of the gateways to it? I leaned in a bit closer, a little more cautious than usual. It sounded thrilling to explore the Hidden City but a zoo? What kind of animals could a mutant zoo have? 

“Um, we’re not gonna get immediately mauled death by some crazy rabid mutant lion or something, right?”

“Dunno. Only one way to find out!”

“What.”

The blue bastard pushed me through without hesitation as my poor knees made contact with the hard, rocky surface on the other side. I thought of letting my violent desires get the better of me for a minute. Until... 

The new world in front of me left me starstruck.

The sky painted in various hues of pink and gold, an enormous entrance built on seafoam-colored stone displaying the words Hidden City Zoo. Peeking inside it only got better, the place was littered with wild and wacky creatures I’ve never even dreamed could exist! And in the distance, I think I can make out a rollercoaster?

It seems like Mikey’s in just as much awe as I am “Omigosh look at how big it is! And it has an amusement park nearby? This place is even cooler than I thought!”

“Dudes, what’d I tell you, this was totally a great idea! Ugh, I should’ve gone here last time instead of that stupid spa.”

“Why didn’t you just go after the spa?”

“Oh cause we all got thrown in jail. A dumb bird and an evil wig framed me for theft so that kinda took up the whole day.”

“But Dad and I bailed them out and saved the day! Who’s the best turtle now Leon~” 

A giggle escaped my lips “The fact that I’m not even surprised. Now c’mon, enough blabbering, we gotta go explore!” 

A mutant zoo is somehow exactly what I expected it to be but also completely different at the same time. Most of these guys look like regular animals, just bigger and louder. But a few others actually reminded me of more traditional Yōkai I saw in a book about Japanese folklore. I remember Mom used to hate how interested I was in it, which was pretty strange since she herself was Japanese. That was the only thing I ever knew of her heritage. She kept trying to tell me Yōkai knowledge was useless and I’d have way more fun learning about real animals instead. Unfortunately for her, my curiosity was not one to be quenched so I simply ended up learning about both. 

I looked at one of the bear Yōkai, they’re called onikuma I think. We made eye contact and either I need to get my vision checked or it just smiled at me. Weren’t these supposed to be wild animals? Come to think of it actually, the more Yōkai-looking creatures resembled the mutants outside the zoo enclosures more than the ones inside. You know, the guys walking around on two feet wearing clothes and taking pictures on their phones the same way we were and are very obviously not wild animals. 

“Whatcha writing, Salena?” the tangerine looked over my shoulder while I was typing on my notes app.

“Oh, just trying to learn a bit more about these guys. I don’t know why but something just feels-” 

Before I could finish my sentence, my stomach chose violence sending a sharp pain through my body as it rumbled louder than a whale call. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot to eat today.”

“You do that too?”

Mikey let out a dramatically loud gasp “What is wrong with y’all? How can anyone forget to eat? We’re getting food right now.”

“Chillax Mikey, I’ll be fine! We can wait a little-”

“Don’t make me go Doctor Delicate Touch on you.”

“N-Nevermind.”

We were unwillingly dragged by the terrifying midget to a food booth nearby. I mean, it’s not too bad honestly, the food in the Hidden City is way better than in New York. We got a super delicious burger packed with juicy meat, creamy cheese, tomatoes that actually taste like something, and… worm fries. I avoided that last delicacy but Leo seemed to enjoy it. Mikey on the other hand wrote down every tiny detail while rambling to himself the whole time. 

“Don’t mind him, Mikey loves to cook. Sometimes he tries remaking recipes of any food we liked outside.”

“Ahem, I don’t just recreate them, I improve them!”  

I looked at the giant burger in my hands amazed at Mikey’s confidence. “You want to improve this? This is literally the best burger I’ve ever had in my life! How could you top this?”

“Yeah, Miguel, you sure you’re good enough for this one?” He glared as Leo playfully stuck out his tongue. 

“You’ll just have to wait and be impressed! But on another note, how’re you doing Salena? Enjoying the day so far?”

“Enjoying doesn’t even begin to describe it! Everything is so cool here! I’ve always wanted to go to a zoo like this. I bugged my parents about it a lot when I was younger but we never had enough money for the tickets and stuff. They promised they’d take me one day but…” They died before they could. 

I never realized how I completely forgot about that. Life got so busy that getting upset over zoos seemed too silly to do anymore.

I snapped back to reality feeling the boys’ eyes on me.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to ruin the mood-”

They hugged me. 

“It’s a good thing we took you here then!”

“Yeah, consider it a thank you gift for Mr. and Mrs. Moni.”

This feels… warm. And familiar? It’s a hug. I’ve hugged plenty of people. But those hugs felt different. I feel so small right now and that’s strangely a good thing. Everything is warm and cozy and a little dreamy. 

I think the last time a hug felt like this was when my parents were still here.

The rest of the day went by delightfully. We took a stupid amount of pictures - mostly because Leo wanted to boast to Raph and Donnie later - and Mikey even dragged us on to a few of the rides at the amusement park. The mood felt a little softer than before. I’m not entirely used to it but I honestly don’t mind.

But as usual, the pleasantly chill vibe can never last for too long. A loud crash grabbed our attention towards one of the exhibits where a bunch of employees were scrambling around with cages in their arms. Mikey managed to stop one of them mid-panic to ask what’s going on.

“Something broke the glass and now they all escaped!”

I caught Leo inspecting the broken glass. Following his eyes, they landed on what seemed to be a giant crab claw. He quickly noticed the two culprits in the distance frolicking around in acrobat uniforms and groaned. “Ugh, I think I know who that something was.”

“Who are those guys?”

“The Sando brothers. We just can’t enjoy a single day of peace can we?” Mikey grit his teeth with a murderous glint in his eyes. Like I said, soft as a sponge. Just when he’s mad, he’s as soft as a sponge left out too long without water.

The employee was focused more on the escaped critters and rushed off before we could ask anything else. “They’ll wreck everything! We need to catch them before they wreck everything!”

“Hey wait! What animal got loose!?”

I squinted at the label trying to read the small text, immediately filled with dread now understanding everyone’s panic. One of the raccoon-sized demons hissed to my right, preparing to pounce.

“Uh, guys? This was a shrew enclosure!”

“A what enclosure?”

“Duck!” 

“Wha- GAH!” It would seem I managed to avoid it at the expense of traumatizing the blueberry. “GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF ME!”

Mikey kicked the shrew off revealing poor Leo’s scratched up and terrified face. “Why are they so violent!?”

“They’re shrews, that’s their job! But they’re usually no bigger than a human palm, I can’t believe ooze could supersize them that much.” I quickly wrote down the new info on my phone as Mikey helped Leo up.

“Leo, what’s the plan?”

He looked at the crabs while dusting himself off “We should probably take care of the circus clowns before they destroy anything else. What do ya say, Angelo? Think you can keep up with professional acrobats?”

“You know I can! Cowabunga!”

“Wait! What do I do?” 

“Oh, Mikey and I can take care of this. You don’t wanna just lay low till we’re back?”

“And let you two hog all the fun? I thought you knew me better than that.”

He softly chuckled “Right, adrenaline junkie, how could I forget?” He looked at the several mutant shrews raging havoc all over the place “Well, we could use someone to help catch the… shrews right? You seem to know a bunch about them. Maybe you could help make sure they don’t destroy the whole place.”

My eyes lit up “You got it chief!” 

“If you need any help, holler!” 

I went over to the employees. Some of them were still trying to capture the tiny devils while a few others were getting a mystic wall ready where the glass broke, I’m assuming to temporarily keep them in. I’ll need a plan to get all the shrews in there. Mindlessly chasing around already proved to be a fail. 

I know I definitely read about this before. Shrews are carnivorous, they like eating things like snails and slugs but those were the regular-sized shrews. What could I feed these giants?

Think, think, think. There’s gotta be something around here I can bait them with…

“Wait! The burgers! Of course!”

I bolted inside a kitchen and scanned around for any giant clumps of meat.

“Hey, kid! Who are you, what are you even doing here?” 

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry. Shrew problems.” 

“What?”

I looked past the confused guy and saw what I was looking for. Shoving down my guilt, I grabbed a bunch of bacon patties and ran out the kitchen. 

“Hey!”

“I’m sorry, it’s a necessary sacrifice!”

Back outside, I found a shrew and waved one of the patties, catching its attention. 

“Over here, buddy!” Usually, thin bacon strips would be enough to lure them but I figured giant meat circles were more appropriate for these guys.

Once I got it close enough to the enclosure, I threw the patty in letting the shrew jump after it, getting trapped behind the transparent magic wall. One by one, all the menace mice were eventually recaptured. Not gonna lie, I’m still a little surprised it actually worked. 

“Salena, look out!” 

I dodged to Mikey’s instruction just in time for another giant crab claw to fly bullet-speed past me getting absorbed into the wall. It would seem mystic glass can’t really be broken, good thing too since the shrews escaping again would’ve broken my will to live alongside it. 

Unfortunately, I spent too long collecting myself and got snatched up by the back of my shirt, now facing the presumed Sando brothers.

“Look Carl, it’s the gross little human that keeps ruining our plan!” 

“Ha! Look at it swing!”

“Put me down you bald red freak!”

He suddenly looked at me in pain as if my dream of breaking his dumb claws open had actually come true “B-bald?..”

“Did you just call my brother bald!?”

“I can’t believe that’s the part you’re focused on.”

“I… I used to be so beautiful with my luscious long locks before I got turned into this! You still got to keep your hair, why was life so cruel to me!?” The red nuisance began pouring a waterfall of tears.

“See what you did!? Now you made him cry! Hey, it’s alright Ben, that human doesn’t know beauty when they see it.” Are you serious.

“You’re right! We should do something awful to it! Something that’ll make them regret calling me bald!”

“Yeah like!.. Like…”

“Ooh, I know! We should eat it!” 

“DUDE! Why is that the first thing you think of!?”

A familiar taunting voice joined in the conversation “Lame! You guys are so awful at plans, no wonder you got outsmarted by a regular ol’ human!” I’d be offended if I wasn’t preoccupied with my confusion. 

“Excuse me!? Did you just call my brother lame!?”

“Why does the universe hate me today!?”

“I’d like to see you idiots do any better!”

“Oh-ho we could do so much better, right Mikey?”

“What are you guys-”

“Duh! I mean there are rollercoasters everywhere and they didn’t even realize higher ground would speed things up by a trillion.”

HUH!? “No no no no no no! We do not need to go higher ground!”

“Hey come to think of it, Mike, dropping someone from a high place is a pretty heinous thing to do, too. Way worse than eating them.”

“OH YOU TWO ARE SO DEAD IF I’M NOT!”

“Ben, they actually have a point.”

“Y-yeah they kinda do… Welp doesn’t matter if we take credit for it, anyway! See ya later, jerks!”

They jumped onto the coaster as I helplessly awaited my fate, praying the dumbass turtles had some sort of plan and didn’t just use me as live bait for the crab monsters. 

“Look down at your death tiny pest! I bet it’d take you days just to finally hit the ground!”

“Woah, you really think we’re that high up, Ben?”

“Yeah! Or actually, no not really, I think it’ll only take like a minute or something.”

“Really? That doesn’t sound as cool. Should we go higher ground-”

“UGH! Why does it matter, I’m dead either way you buffoons!”

“Oh yeah, good point.” He let go of me and off I was screaming as I fall to my doom.

But just above me, a pair of chains wrapped around the rollercoaster and snapped it like a stick, sending idiot crab men falling down with me. Still in shock, I didn’t notice the blue katana fly by, teleporting a smirking turtle just in time to catch me. 

“Leo?”

“Missed me?~” He drew his blade mid-air and opened a portal landing us to safety. 

“You didn’t think we actually ditched you, did you?”

“Aha, I was starting to…”

I looked past his shoulder towards the sound of Mikey’s hyper yelps.

“It’s mystic time, baby!” I gawked as the orange portal, just like the one from earlier today, opened up swallowing the terrified acrobats and sending them to who knows where. 

“Mikey can open portals, too!?”

“Don’t tell me you thought there was a gateway to the Hidden City directly outside the zoo.”

“Actually, yeah I kinda did.”

Mikey walked over pressing against the glass wall between us. Wait, glass? Where even are we?

“Leo, Salena! Are you guys okay?”

“Don’t worry, little brother, we’re perfectly fine. We just gotta get out here.”

“Uh…L-Leo!” He followed my frightened gaze to the giant mutant bullfrogs behind us. 

“So that’s what the glass was for.”

“RUN!”

I grabbed his hand and started sprinting away from the green enemy, making sure to dodge the enormous pink tongue currently hunting us.

“You know, for someone who supposedly failed gym, you’re pretty light on your feet.”

I furrowed my brows, more towards his accusation than his inappropriately relaxed smirk “I did fail gym! You’re just lucky dodgeball’s the only sport I’m good at.”

We hid behind a nearby rock, gasping and trying to catch our breaths.

“Man, of all the places you could’ve picked, why’d you portal us here?”

“Hey, it’s not like I meant to! My portals mess up when I panic.”

“You were panicking?”

He looked just as surprised as I did “Ah-”

“Guys! Are you dead?!” his comms let out Mikey’s panicked voice.

“We’re okay, Mikey. Just resting for a bit.”

“Oh good. Cause uh, THE COPS ARE HERE! WE’VE GOTTA MOVE!”

“The cops? Eugh boy.”

“Wait why is that a bad thing? Does the Hidden City not have Good Samaritan laws or something?”

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck “So uh, remember the whole ‘us getting thrown into jail’ thing? Yeah, we may or may not still be wanted criminals for that whole shebang.”

“You said you got bailed out!”

“I never said legally!”

“Oh my god.”

He peeked from behind the rock, making eye contact with Mikey still waiting for us outside the enclosure.

“Okay, I’ve got an idea but we’ve gotta make a run for it. You ready to leave the zoo?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve had enough mutant mayhem for one day.”

We raced past the mutant frog. Leo swung his sword one last time, creating a portal, and shoved it so it reached both sides of the glass barrier. The three of us dove in as it closed behind, falling back to a soft carpeted floor. 

I rubbed my head and looked around “My room… M-My room! Omigosh we made it guys, we’re alive!” 

Mikey and Leo were a little less celebratory than I thought they’d be. 

“Sorry for dragging you into a fight, Salena. Again. Man, that’s the second time that’s happened. Which, I guess it isn’t a lot, but still weird it happened twice.”

“Ugh, this was supposed to be a fun, relaxing trip to the zoo. I can’t believe those stupid crab jerks showed up and ruined it.”

I had no idea they’d be so dejected over this. 

“Who said anything about ruined?” They looked at me puzzled by my unfazed smile.

“Did you hit your head or something? We should check for injuries. Leo-”

“No, guys, I’m fine! Really!”

“You almost died twice today and you think that wouldn’t ruin anything?”

“Okay, yeah, that would’ve been inconvenient if I did, but I didn’t! I mean, come on! Think about literally everything else that happened! My first ever zoo and we just so happened to save it from disaster that exact same day? Guys, this was amazing!” I let myself breathe a bit, feeling the adrenaline calm down. “Life’s been so much better ever since I met you.”

Leo stared at me silently while Mikey caved into his emotions. “That’s it, I can’t take it anymore! Group hug!” 

The teary tangerine pulled us in. For a while, we all stayed like that, cuddled on the floor. Warm, cozy, and comfortable. As weirdly thrilling as the danger was, I think the hugs were still my favorite part about today. 

I would’ve loved to just enjoy it a bit longer but my phone alarm rang, the one I always set to be an hour before my oh so beloved family returned.

“You better go. I don’t think my aunt would be very happy with two random turtles in my room.”

After our goodbyes, I happily jumped into bed ready for some quiet downtime. I guess even though I didn’t get to hang out with the person I initially planned to, today might have turned out better this way. I opened up Instagram and started scrolling and catching up on everything else in the world. A YouTuber posted a new video, a couple and their cat went on vacation, an artist opened up commissions. All in all, seemed to be a pleasant day for everyone else, too. 

My thumb paused. A new post from Zane. They were pictures from a party he went to today, seemed like he had fun.

I got to the last picture on his post. My eyes went wide, staying glued to the person next to him. Heavy eyes. Dark hair straightened into a ponytail.

I felt my stomach doing flips realizing who it was. 

“Jaiden?”

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