#and he said he is willing to give me more challenging assignments if I want to try to progress as much as possible before I graduate

[from-beyond]

My video production professor has once again given me feedback that is so nice and so what I needed to hear that I am crying a little bit

[slxtslovebambi]

Bodyguard 💋

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader | MDNI

"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"

Synopsis: You’re a famous model and Toji is your bodyguard who used to be a MMA Fighter.

Warnings: SMUTTY! Power imbalance (physically), power play, fingering, nipple play (reader has pierced nipples), usage of the word 'cunt', slight breeding?, no protection

Wc: 3,3k

Being a model was always stressful for you.

Since your first shoot as a teenager you never got to stay anywhere for a long time and the diets your personal trainer put you on were brutal. Now you’re 22, still young and still just as pretty as you were when you started in the industry.

"Y/n ’m not gonna say it again, put your damn phone away 'n answer me…" Your bodyguard Toji speaks with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face as he pushes the button to the elevator. His black shirt is hugging his muscles and the scar on his lips slightly shrinks because of the frown planted onto his lips.

"What?" You look up from your phone and walk inside the elevator once the door opens.

Toji follows you quickly and first presses one of the elevator button to close the doors and then the one to your penthouse.

"What do you mean 'What'?! Why’d you change my schedule without tellin' me? That was my shift tomorrow, I was assigned to you!"

It’s not easy for Toji to not raise his voice at you, but the thought of you going anywhere alone was ridiculous to him. He’s clearly aware of the fact that you’re somewhat of an authoritative person to him, but he’s not fully willing to accept that yet.

"I wanted Kento for tomorrow…" You shrug.

"Nanami?!" He looks stunned at you, not understanding how you could replace him with someone he thought was the most bland and stuck up guy he ever met.

"Yes, it’s just for one day. You work too much overtime anyways." The bell chimes to signal the elevator has arrived and the doors of the elevator open wide. You and Toji both walk out, heading to your door when suddenly he slightly pulls you back by your upper arm.

"Why would you give my shift to Nanami? I never said I wanted to work less." Toji's voice is calm but very strict. He’s looking directly into your eyes, making sure you understand that he’s genuinely upset about this.

"I have a red carpet event tomorrow..." You’re not intimidated by Toji, you’d never be but you don’t like when he’s grabbing you like that. It’s just reminding you of the fact that he’s much stronger compared to you. You know he used to be a professional MMA fighter and you enjoy asking him questions about his former occupation but having him display his power over you is probably what you disliked the most.

"So? I don’t mind goin' to a red carpet with you." Toji genuinely looks confused by now.

"It’s not one of those events. I want Kento to go with me cause he’s a bit more suitable, that’s it."

You don’t care that your response sounded slightly dismissive since you were never scared to challenge Toji anyways.

He lets out an offended scoff at your comment.

"You think he’s more suitable than me? What’s that supposed to mean? I ain’t good enough to do my own goddamn job no more just cause I don’t got a stick up my ass, is that what you’re implying?!" He crosses his arms again, giving you another small glare.

"That’s not what I’m saying Toji, but this is a really big event and you don’t even wear suits…"

Your voice is slightly quieter than before, you still know there’s nothing to be scared of cause Toji would never do anything to you, but you don’t appreciate his sudden change in tone.

"Oh yeah? What do you think I am, some caveman? I can put on a suit and wear a tie if that’s what you want!" Obviously Toji noticed your reaction to him raising his voice a bit, so he quickly makes sure to be more soft spoken with you. His grip around your upper arm loosens and wanders up to your shoulder where his hand rests while his thumb slowly rubs your soft skin.

"You wanna tell me you’ll slick your hair back, wear a tie and let my make up team cover your scar?" You ask skeptically as you get the key to your door and unlock it.

"My scar?" Toji ask’s flabbergasted.

You nod as you walk inside and let him follow you in.

"What’s wrong with my scar?"

It’s not like he was ever insecure about any scars on his body, not even the one on his face but you implying he needed to cover it to be suitable didn’t sit right with him.

"Nothings wrong with it…"

You take off your jacket and throw it on the coat hanger next to the door, leaving you in your tight fitting top.

"I just don’t want them to think anything."

You say before taking your heels off ass well.

Toji would like to protest against your suggestion but he can't help but admire your figure for a moment, his eyes quickly trailing over your body, pausing briefly at your pierced nipples poking through your top before returning to your face.

"'m not trying to argue with you y/n."

He lets out a deep sigh.

"We’re not arguing Toji, I’m just asking you if you’re willing to do what I ask you for. I can always ask Kento." You say.

Despite the fact that you weren’t born rich and you like to believe that you’re quite humble you still show a bit of attitude sometimes.

Toji can do nothing but raise an eyebrow at you.

"Alright, I’ll cover my scar as well…"

He gives in.

"Good, you can go ahead and finish work for today then." A tired yawn slips of your lips.

"You just got home and you’re already trying to kick me out before I even get the chance to make sure you eat?" Toji lets out an amused snort at your comment.

"It’s not your job to watch me eat.."

At this point you’re just tired and ready to take a shower and go to bed.

"My job is looking out for you, no matter where. And when I think of the bullshit your personal trainer is puttin' you on, I think it’s better to keep an eye on your diet."

Toji chuckles.

"You don’t know anything about diets Toji…"

It’s not like you’re trying to provoke him on purpose, but it’s not just him that had a long day. You never liked explaining yourself or justifying your actions, unfortunately with Toji by your side that’s something you have to do a lot.

"I don’t know anything about diets? Sweetheart I had to maintain my body mass for years straight back when I was fighting, I think I know a lot more about dieting and nutrition than you do. So do me a favor and go eat something, yeah?" He gives you a slight pat on your lower back as you sigh and make your way over to the kitchen, thinking that giving in might be the only way he’s going to stop bothering you.

"You wanna eat something too?"

You ask Toji when opening your fridge.

You can hear him humming deeply before also walking into the kitchen and standing right behind you.

"No thank you… "

Both of his hands make their way to your shoulder before slowly dragging his warm palms down your skin. He’s gently rubbing over your upper arms while you look at the mostly old things in your half empty fridge. You really should’ve thought of sending someone grocery shopping for this week.

"You’re really cold doll…" Toji says, not happy about the observation he just made.

"I don’t feel cold." You shrug.

"Are you sure?" His hands travel to your ribs.

"Mhm.." you hum as you go reach for the bowl with the leftover fruit salad from the night before.

"What’s that? Don’t you want a sandwich or something?" He looks at the bowl skeptically.

"I don’t even have bread here Toji."

Your eyes roll yet again almost automatically.

"And thats the best you could find?"

He lifts you up and sits you down right on the kitchen island before getting a fork and handing it to you.

"I’ll leave once you’re finished."

He says as he leans against the sink across from you.

"You don’t have to." You mumble while carefully picking all the strawberries in bowl first since they were your favorite.

"I don’t have to? Five minutes ago you were practically beggin' for me to go home."

He snorts and looks at you with a small smirk.

"I was just mad cause you were pissing me off.."

You continue eating. You usually never minded any of your bodyguards being around you but Toji had a tendency of getting on your nerves.

It always seemed like he couldn’t accept that he won’t be able to always be in control.

"I was huh?" He chuckles. "Let’s hope you’ll still be able to sleep tonight." He says sarcastically.

His hand gently brushes some of your hair out off your face before gently grabbing your jaw and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

Your eyes naturally look directly back at him, hesitating before removing his hand from your face, making him chuckle.

"I’ll be fine, let’s hope you don’t lose your job though." You answer just as snarky as he did.

"Is that a threat?" His smirk widens and his eyebrow rises quickly.

"You like testing me, don’t you?"

Toji leans in just slightly, his voice a low and steady.

Your breath hitches just for a second, but you quickly recover, poking him in his stomach with your right index finger.

Toji gently removes your hand from his stomach and laughs as he places it in the middle of his chest, putting his hand right over it to secure it.

"You think way too highly of yourself."

You shake your head in disbelief with a light smile on your lips, trying to pull your hand back to reach for the fork but Toji's grip is too tight.

Your heart skips a beat as his hand holds yours in place, but you keep your expression neutral, refusing to let him see the effect it’s having on you.

"Y’know what, maybe you should go home now."

You chuckle.

"'s too late for that now brat. You know what’s comin' now."

Toji’s eyes linger over your figure, a sly grin spreading across his face as he chuckles again.

"Nuh-uh.." you shake your head, trying to push him back with the hand that’s resting on his chest as he uses the hand that isn’t holding yours in place to wrap it around your waist.

He slips a finger between the soft fabric of your top and your warm skin, making your top lift slightly.

"What’s wrong princess? You don’t wanna play anymore?" He challenges you, letting go of your hand to wrap his other hand around your waist as well.

"You didn’t think all that teasing wouldn’t do anythin' to me now did you?"

He continues lifting your shirt, leaving you too stunned to speak. The palms of your hands are getting warmer and warmer and despite only you noticing it, you’re heart beat is starting to get faster as well.

Your breath stops for a second when he pulls your top right over your head and leaves you topless. Toji couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your pierced nipples hardening once they were exposed to the cold air.

"That’s a pretty girl."

He grins. As a model getting called pretty is like calling a bodybuilder strong or a scientist smart. It’s something that occurs often and usually it’s what people tell you when they first meet you, yet it feels like a genuine compliment coming from Toji. You can’t help but stare directly in his face, still silenced by his sudden actions.

Once realization hits you, you try to cover you chest but Toji quickly puts your arms back down.

"You don’t wanna let me see you?" He says in an almost mocking tone, slightly pouting with the same look on his face that he uses to make fun of you when you’re mad at him.

"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"

His hands rest on your thighs, slowly making their way to the hem of your mini skirt.

"Toji…" Is all you manage to say in a quiet unsure tone before wrapping your arms around his neck.

You’d be lying if you said that Toji and you weren’t always dancing around that fine line of work and personal relationship, but despite some wandering hands here and there or a few flirty remarks on the side you never thought he’d take it this far.

It was easy to tell that you were attracted to Toji to say the least, but you still told everyone including your manager that you had no interest in him whatsoever.

Toji softly kisses your forehead as he spreads your legs further apart and lifts your skirt.

He smiles warmly at you as he traces around the hem of your panties before pushing the fabric to the side and gently rubbing his warm thumb against your clit.

Your body instantly reacts by flinching at the intense feeling, making Toji chuckle.

"It’s okay sweetheart, relax." He whispers, moving the other hand up to your still hardened nipples before tugging one.

His other hand keeps moving his thumb against your now swollen clit, making you grip harder into his shoulder.

As your core slowly begins to get wet he uses his index and middle finger to press against your entrance, leaving you gasping once he enters you.

"Atta girl." He looks proudly at you.

You use both of your hands to support your weight by leaning onto your palms and tilting your head back.

Toji slowly begins kissing your neck with both of his fingers still pushed deep into your cunt and his other hand toying with your nipple.

He trails his kisses further down to your chest before latching onto the other one, gently wrapping his tongue around it.

You can’t help but want more, you just need to feel more of him. You unconsciously start moving your hips more towards his hand in hopes of getting to feel more of his fingers but Toji quickly catches on to that.

He lightly catches your nipple between his teeth, making you stop your movements as he gives it a last rub with the tip of his tongue before letting go of it.

You whine when he stops, clearly not happy about his sudden halt.

"You want more princess?"

He grins, feeling you suck his fingers greedily deeper into you.

You nod at his question, sitting up straight to look at him and rub against the bulge in his pants.

"Say it.." He looks at you with a dead serious face.

"Huh?" You look confused back at him.

"If you want it so bad, then say it. Say that you want my dick, right here and right now."

He smirks.

"I’m not saying that." You refuse to participate in his power play, clearly just a weak attempt at an ego boost.

"Fine, as you wish." He shrugs before pulling both of his fingers out of you.

You gasp slightly at the sudden feeling of emptiness, still clenching around nothing.

"Noo, Toji!"

You’re surprised by how whiny your voice just got, but even more bothered at the stunt he just pulled.

"C’mon y/n 'm not stupid… you’re drippin' wet and you’re sitting here with your nipples all puffy, yet you’re somehow too prideful to admit that you want me? Just say the word and I’ll make you feel good."

He laughs, amused by your stubbornness.

"Fine goddamn! I want you Toji, I need you.. please…" you pout, immediately feeling shame all over your body…

"That’s all I wanted to hear sweetheart."

Toji's smirk widens.

"But I need you to get off there, alright?"

He chuckles as you take his hand and hop off the kitchen island, not sure where this is going yet. Toji doesn’t hesitate and pulls your panties down to your knees, leaving you just in your skirt. He stands right behind you and kisses your bare shoulder, making sure you’re not uncomfortable by tracing over your waist.

"Stop teasing me Toji…"

You complain frustratedly.

"Alright sweet cheeks, bend over then."

You immediately do as he says, leaning your upper body over the island and feeling one of his hands trails from your leg up to your ass.

You can quietly hear the buckle of his belt opening before he opens the zipper of his pants.

His other hand grips around your waist and you hear a small groan coming from Toji.

The side of your face, and your tits are pressed against the cool marble of the island and your back is slightly arched when you feel a tiny kiss being pressed on your shoulder.

"Let me know when it’s too much okay?"

Toji whispers in your year.

You nod quickly, not wanting to wait anymore when there’s suddenly a hand pushes one of your legs further apart.

It doesn’t take long until you feel his tip splitting your folds and rubbing against your clit, just like his thumb did earlier.

Toji takes a moment before starting to use a little bit of pressure to push into you.

He smirks smugly at the desperate sounds you’re making, trying to take his full length on the first try.

"Woah woah, calm down."

He pulls out again, before doing same thing all over again.

You try to relax as much as you can, feeling his hand rub over your back.

"That’s it princess, let me in. You’ve almost done it." He says before pushing much further this time. You bite your lip, holding any sounds back from slipping through your teeth.

"That’s a good girl, there we go."

Toji's voice is much gentler than before.

He hums with every thrust, feeling your warm walls suck him in.

Your eyes begin to water at the intensity of pain and pleasure mixing and your entire body starts getting warmer. Toji’s hand trails from your back up to your head and grabs the back of your head by your hair as he begins moving smother and faster.

You’ve never been this filled before and something in your body is telling you that you won’t be able to be that filled for much longer either. It’s not until you feel Toji’s other hand playing with your clit that you actually have to moan out loud. You try everything you can to hold back but it’s impossible.

With his full length inside you, the feeling of his fingers on you’re by now fully sensitive clit and your nipples rubbing themselves sore and perky against the stone of your kitchen island you just can’t keep it in anymore.

Toji immediately knows you’re climaxing by your cramping legs and tightening hole.

"Why didn’t you say you were close?"

He looks amused at you.

"I’m sorry…" you try to catch your breath.

"Oh no you’re good doll, don’t worry."

He still hasn’t stopped moving his full length in and out of you.

"You think you can spread your legs further one more time?" He asks you gently.

You nod, doing as he says.

Toji doesn’t hesitate and makes you suck him in a few more times before you hear him groan once more.

"Mhmmm, I knew you could do it."

He speaks and you feel him release himself deep inside you.

"I knew you were my good girl"

Can’t believe it’s been over a year omfg, I wanna start posting more especially since I have so many drafts, but I just can’t seem to finish them. :/ feel free to send requests, maybe it’ll help me get over my writers block and actually motivate me. Ly and don’t forget to reblog! 💕

[rae2velarisart]

Azriel's ongoing theme is to find...

PEACE. WITHIN AND AROUND HIM

To realize that he is:

Worthy of love

Loved by his family for WHO he is as a person

Not defined by his traumatic past and actions

Allowed to fight for who or what he wants

This male has been:

Locked up in a cell for ELEVEN years by his stepmother, only being let out an hour a day and an hour a WEEK to see his mother

Burned ruthlessly by his half brothers at the age of eight, resulting in burns on his hands that didn't fully heal, leaving scars (which he's STILL extremely self-conscious about after 500 years)

Surrounded by darkness and shadows for years without sunlight as a child

Forbidden to train and fly while he lived with his father, something that's taught to Illyarians as a BABY

Shipped off to an Illyarian camp when his father found out he was a shadowsinger

Mocked as a bastard child alongside Rhys and Cassian

Hated by the Illyarians for his immense power due to being a bastard child (Illyarians valued patricharcy more than anything)

Separated from his friends for seven years during the war. (Rhys' father was FEARFUL of the bat boys being together because of their power)

Assigned as the spymaster by Rhys' father and was forced to do all his dirty work (we don't know what ALL Rhys' father made Azriel do during the war, and he was a ruthless male)

Pinning over Mor for over 500 years, even finding out Cassian slept with her

Thinking he is only of value to his friends for his work as a spymaster

Almost killed twice (once when trying to save Elain from Hybern and second when he was pierced by an ash arrow)

Finally able to move on from Mor, finding solace and peace with Elain (who is interested in him as well) only to be ordered to stay away from her due to Lucien being her mate ( even though she doesn’t show interest in Lucien)

Azriel needs some all-around PEACE in his life.

What about a love interest?

The fandom seems to debate on this topic, but one thing for sure is that he doesn't need to be "challenged" by someone... Where do we even see THAT being anywhere in the books?

Here's what we are shown...

1. Where do we find him most at peace/relaxed?

With Elain

Even Feyre states that Elain would find PEACE and QUIET with Azriel... and liked the idea...

2. Who do we find Azriel's focus on?

Elain

3. Where do we find the IC being the most surprised by Azriels reactions/actions?

With Elain

4. Who does Azriel ALWAYS try to beat Feyre to greet/assist?

Elain

5. Who does Azriel always volunteer to help?

(Omg I hit my limit with photos 🤣)

But I strode to my seat—nestled between Amren and Mor—in time to see Elain say to Azriel, “Hello.” Az said nothing. No, he just moved toward her. Mor tensed beside me. But Azriel only took Elain’s heavy dish of potatoes from her hands, his voice soft as night as he said, “Sit. I’ll take care of it.”

Elain

6. Who stills Azriel's razor-sharp thoughts?

Too many razor-sharp thoughts sliced him any time he grew still long enough for them to strike."....

Azriel let his shadows whisk away the box as she said softly, "Put it on me?"

His head went quiet.

Elain

7. Who was Azriel willing to give up his LIFE to save?

From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, “I’m getting her back.” Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows. Nesta said, “Then you will die.” Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.”

Elain

8. Who openly accepts Azriel's scars, one of his BIGGEST insecurities?

Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, “Beautiful.” Color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks,

Elain

9. Who actually SEES him and notices his needs?

“I had Madja make it for me,” Elain explained. Azriel’s brows narrowed at the mention of the family’s preferred healer. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.” Silence. Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.” Silence again. Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.

Elain

10. Who is Azriel thinking about every night?

He had only allowed himself these thoughts in the dead of night. Had only allowed his hand to fist his cock and think about her then, when even his shadows had gone to sleep. How that beautiful face might appear as he entered her, what sounds she'd make

Elain

11. Who does Azriel want to kiss and have a lovely pussy eating feast on?

Wrong -- it was so wrong.  

He didn't care.  

He needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. What those perfect lips tasted like. Her breasts. Her sex. He needed her coming on his tongue --

Elain

ELAIN IS THE ANSWER TO HIS PEACE...

TO HELPING HIM FIND PEACE WITHIN AND AROUND HIM.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

The Fuck Up Chapter 1

Summary:  Bucky fucked up.  A few times.  Will his best friend ever be able to forgive him?

Warnings: language, smut, mentions of war, injury, pregnancy

Next chapter

Y/N and Bucky had been best friends since they were teenagers. They met on the first day of high school in English, both groaning over the fact that the assigned reading was The Grapes of Wrath, considered an American classic but an incredibly boring read. They were paired up in a project together and became inseparable ever since. Y/N had no family, having been passed from foster home to foster home until finally being placed with the family she was with now who were willing to keep her. She had a hard time trusting people, and Bucky liked a challenge. They quickly became the most important people in each other’s lives. They were teased about dating each other, and as much as they each had moments of having more romantic feelings towards the other, nothing had ever come to full fruition. Bucky’s family took Y/N in and treated her like their own. Even with her new adopted family, she had never felt so loved in her life.

After high school they had planned to go to college together, but the housing market crashed and Bucky’s parents, Winifred and George, had to use his and his sister Becca’s college funds to keep their house, and no companies were giving out scholarships as they all tried to protect their assets. Y/N had been able to use a grant system to get into college. Bucky came from a military family, and although he had had no plans of ever joining, it seemed he had run out of options. He enlisted in the Marines. Y/N was upset, not wanting him to risk his life, but understood. She supported him as he went through boot camp and then the rigorous special operations training, but the military was hard on him. Bucky had always been an emotional person, and Y/N hated watching him have to deal with the PTSD and the group mindset that the military instilled in him, changing him from the happy-go-lucky kid she’d known to an anxious, trauma-ridden mess. She finished college and got a digital marketing degree, working for a major online company while doing some photography as a side hustle.

Twelve years later they were both in their thirties, barely getting to see each other but keeping in touch. Bucky had had a few close calls while on special ops the last few years and his family was pushing him to not re-enlist.

“Please, Buck, no more,” Winifred begged him. “You’ve served your country well. You’ve almost died three times over the last few years. Please stay,” she cried as he looked at the re-enlistment papers.

“I know, Ma, I know,” Bucky sighed, setting them down. “I…I just feel like I got one more tour left in me. I need to do this.”

“Hey everybody!” Y/N called as she entered the house.

Winifred spun around. “Y/N! Come here please!”

Y/N followed her voice to the kitchen. “Hey Winnie…wait,” she looked between them. “What’s wrong?”

“Bucky is thinking of re-enlisting,” Winifred said, sniffling sadly.

The look on Y/N’s face when her head snapped towards him made him flinch. “You…” she stuttered, her eyes wide and her brow furrowed. “You just got back.”

“I know, honey,” Bucky walked up to her and grabbed her arms. “I just need to do this. One more tour.”

“No,” she replied, pulling away from him. “You said you were done. We wrote to each other about it. You promised me,” Y/N’s eyes started to fill with tears.

“Please don’t cry, Y/N,” Bucky begged. “I can’t handle it when you cry.”

“Well that’s TOO DAMN BAD!” Y/N screamed at him. Bucky stepped back, surprised by her reaction. Winifred gasped, also shocked by her outburst. Y/N was not one to normally get emotional or react out loud to things. Y/N shook her head and closed her eyes, trying to breathe normally as her hands clenched at her sides. “You promised me,” she whispered.

Bucky sighed and bit his bottom lip. “Y/N, please understand—”

“No, you need to understand something,” she interrupted him, her eyes opening and glaring at him. “I don’t know where this weird obsession came from with you wanting to run into danger. You joined the military so you could get help with college. But then you re-enlisted, and re-enlisted. And now you have this codependent relationship with an organization, in a government, in a country, that doesn’t care about you!” She walked closer to him until she was toe to toe with him. “You are just another body to them. If and when you die, they’ll easily replace you. We can’t replace you!” She gestured to Winifred and herself. “I need you,” she cried, the tears finally falling down her cheeks. “You are wanted, appreciated, and loved here, at home. Why is that not enough?”

“It is enough,” Bucky said, blinking rapidly to stop any of his own tears falling.

“Obviously not,” Y/N whimpered, her chin wobbling as she tried to keep her emotions at bay. “I can’t…I can’t do this,” she whirled around and left the way she came.

“Y/N, hey wait,” Bucky called after her, following her to the front door. “Come on, honey, please don’t leave, let’s talk about this!” Y/N didn’t answer him, continuing to walk through the front door and out to her car. “Y/N…honey please!” She didn’t even spare him a glance as she got in her car. He tried opening her door, but she had already locked it. She quickly backed up and left his parents’ house, her tires screeching as she peeled down the street. “Fuck,” Bucky grumbled, running his hands through his hair.

He knew she was right, that it was stupid of him to re-enlist and put himself in harm's way. He had made a lifelong friendship in the military, and through some misguided idea of brotherhood had promised his friend he’d come back for another tour and join him for more special ops. But he had also promised his girl he’d be done after this last time. His girl?

**picture found on Pinterest...can we all agree that A.I. is dangerous just for this picture alone? #buckywiththelonghair

[lexxierave]

When Fate Intervenes- tasm!Peter Parker x Reader Part 1

It was a wonder you and Peter Parker never met each other until you were both forced to attend a mandatory pre-midterm conference with Mr.Hertz, your physics professor for the fall semester, of which you were currently running late for. Then again maybe it was all part of fate's funny game it wanted to play on the two of you. 

You had completely forgotten what day it was earlier this evening and went straight home from work instead of heading in the opposite direction to your college.

You were recently new to New York, settling into a small and cheap apartment on the outskirts of Queens. It was all you could afford after you packed up and moved across states to attend college, preferring to be as far away from your family as you could get. 

You used what was left over from your college tuition to make the down payment for rent. After that you found a job at a small corner store. Just around the corner actually and you happened to find out they needed help by chance when you went there for basic food supplies. It wasn't much but they were willing to work around your college schedule and let you do your homework whenever it got slow.

You had just finished your shift at work and were completely wiped from working all day and thinking about the mountain of assignments and reading you still had to do.

You envied the rich college kids if only for the facts that they didn't have to worry about that. Didn't have to worry about failing or surviving in the real world. While you never had a moment's rest. Never stopping and allowing yourself just to breathe and live.

You didn't come from a happy home. No, you came from a broken home. One that taught you terrible habits, like avoiding your problems. Or people in general so that you don't get attached, get let down and have more problems.

Anxiety was a constant in your life so much that you always wore out. Which was why you decided a nice nap after work sounded better than starting your schoolwork.

You woke up to your phone going off about an hour later.

You looked blinked that sleep away and picked up your phone to see your college's name rolling across the screen.

Puzzled and tired you answered it. The sleep is evident in your voice.

"So it's not just my class lectures you tend to be late for." The voice on the other end spoke after you said your typical greeting. The exasperation evident in their voice.

It was clearly your physics teacher, you'd remember that voice from everywhere. Having been scolded by him multiple times this semester for arriving late for his early morning class but it was challenging when you usually had to work the evening shift at work then stay up late to finish up your course work before the next day.

It was not an ideal balance but it was one you had to manage for the time being. Your job wouldn't give you the morning shift and the college only offers this class during one time this semester and you would rather get it out of the way fast then wait to do it plus it was a prerequisite for a handful of your other classes.

"I am so sorry I thought it was Tuesday for some reason. I'll be there in about 30 minutes." You apologized for the tenth time for letting the meeting slip your mind and lied through your teeth about when you'd be there.

Which is why you were running across campus to one of the buildings in the back to meet your fate.

Meanwhile in another part of campus Peter hand touched down from swing to one of his emergency backpacks that he left for when he was running late for something on school grounds, like right now. 

He knew what time he had to be at the meeting for Me. Hertz but you try to tell that to highspeed bank robbers going in the opposite direction. They'd laugh at him and then blow smoke from their getaway car in his face.

Peter shook his head at the mere thought of it before jumping on his skateboard and jetting over to the backside of campus. 

He needed to get this over with face and get back to patrolling. He knew it was not about his grades, he's one of the smartest students in class. Probably is the smartest but he'd never give himself that much credit with his classroom attendance. 

That's probably what this is all about. He's attendance or lack thereof, especially of late. Peter really only took some easy college courses to get Aunt May to stop worrying about him following Spider-Man around all day long.

His heart and head weren't in any of it. He'd rather be stopping bad guys so no one got hurt like Gwen did or Harry.

If only Peter could save the people he cared about most. It was a guilt he'd carry like a scarlet letter forever.

With all of Peter's thoughts consuming him it didn't take him long to reach Mr. Hertz's office. 

He kicked up his board and reached for the door handle, mentally preparing himself for the lecture he was about to receive. But who can prepare for what fate has in store for them?

Part 2

[ithseem]

Twst drabble? Maybe about our favorite aspiring honor student?

Anything for you, my liege!

Guiding Light

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Summary: Struggling under the weight of a physics assignment and his own self-doubt, Deuce finds relief and inspiration in your patience and encouragement. With your help, he not only tackles the challenges of electromagnetism but also reconnects with his determination to be someone worthy of the kindness you so freely give.

Rating: General

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1,135

Content warnings: none, unless you're allergic to fluff

crossposted to ao3

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Deuce had never wanted to bash his own skull in more than he did right now. His physics assignment was due tomorrow, and the first question might as well have been written in some hieroglyphics. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, messing it up even more than usual, the bleached strands poking through the blue. This is what I get for falling asleep in class, he thought bitterly. Some honours student he was, alright—a real role model for slacking off and screwing up. The shame burned hotter than the frustration.

He sat in the library, glaring daggers at the paper in front of him as if sheer anger alone could make it answer itself. Of course, it didn’t. The numbers just blurred together until they mocked him outright, and the pencil in his hand trembled with the urge to snap under pressure. He was so consumed by his misery that he didn’t notice you passing by, though you certainly noticed him. His scowl was so fierce you half-expected the desk to burst into flames. Either that or he’d burst an artery and you did not want to risk either outcome, so you called out to him.

“Hey, Deuce? Are you okay?”

Almost immediately, he scrambled to sit upright, nearly falling out of his chair in the process, as he looked up at you eyeing him. His own eyes widened at your presence. “[MC]? H-how long have you been here?”

“Long enough to see you nearly turn the desk into rubble with just your glare.” Deuce blanched at the comment, his mortification only deepening as his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “I—I wasn’t—!” he started, but you corrected yourself in one breath before he got the chance to spiral further. “Of course that was just an exaggeration! Uh, anyways, what’s troubling you?”

Deuce sighed, his shoulder slumping under the weight of his own stupidity and negligence. While he did appreciate how you didn’t want to make him feel worse about himself, he knew he brought this suffering upon himself. “It’s the physics assignment.,” he said with a wry laugh. “I fell asleep when I should have been paying attention. And now I don’t know anything. And don’t ask me why I’m like this, I don’t know either.” He didn’t know why he said that last bit. Aside from Kalim and Silver, you were among the least judgemental people he knows. And you raising an eyebrow at it just made him blush a deep crimson.

You did empathize with him, though, and you didn’t want your friend to spiral any further, so you came up with an offer. “Yeah, electromagnetism is a bit tricky, but I can help if you want. I already finished the assignment.”

Deuce blinked at your offer, his blush still lingering. “R-really? You’d do that?” His voice cracked slightly at the end, and he immediately wanted the ground to eat him alive. Of course, you had to show up right now, when he was already drowning in his own failure. But much to his surprise, you giggled and confirmed that you were indeed willing to help him out.

Were you always this good with numbers and science? The thought gnawed at him as he watched you effortlessly explain the concepts he’d been banging his head against for hours. He remembered how quickly you’d picked up potionology too—so quick, it rivaled even Ace’s speed. It wasn’t just impressive; it was maddening. He did find himself feeling quite envious of how quickly nigh everyone else could grasp these “basic” concepts faster than him, and looking back, it did slightly scare him how much he let his own self-hatred fester. In the past he lashed out at his own inadequacy, his self-loathing fueling his outbursts and his own meanness, and he paid dearly for his misbehaviour. But now lashing out is something he absolutely cannot afford to do, especially now that his mother had witnessed his 180. And definitely not now that you’re here helping him to understand the content. His mother’s happiness was enough of a motivator to keep him going through tough times like these and at least try to emerge victorious, but you here by his side gave him even more of a reason to power through. Becoming an honours student wasn’t just about proving himself. It was about the people who believed in him. Especially you. You’ve been there by his side since day one, so he feels like he owes it to you to become the best honours student he can be. He clenched his fists to ground himself and took a deep breath before proceeding.

He hung onto every word you said, his attention laser focused, though not without the occasional struggle. Any time he found himself not understanding the topic, you’d sit there explaining it as thoroughly as possible, visualizing every part of the problems he found difficult until the pieces clicked. Thankfully for him, he was well-versed in mending electronics, so that really came in clutch for understanding the workings of these principles. He nodded along, his expression shifting from furrowed concentration to bright realization as understanding dawned.

He chimed in every few moments with an “ohh!” or “now I see!” His left hand punched in the numbers in his calculator while his right hand scribbled down the answers. The sound of pencil scratching against paper and the soft beeps of the calculator filled the air, a steady tempo that matched the flow of his thoughts. He paused a couple times to ask you to confirm if you got the same answers as he did, and to his delight, almost all of them matched.

Deuce really had no idea what he did to deserve you. Your kindness really knows no bounds when it comes to him, and it never fails to make him feel warm and fuzzy inside, and frankly he felt kind of unworthy of it at times. 

He took one look out the window and noticed how dark the sky became. “Oh, no!” he said. “I’m gonna miss the curfew!” But as quickly as the alarm flared, it softened when his gaze returned to you. He straightened up and said, “But I should probably walk you back to your dorm first.” He reached for his phone, fingers already typing out a message to Riddle. “I’ll text him and let him know where I am. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

Even as he said it, relief flooded through him, not because he might avoid Riddle’s wrath, but because he had an excuse to repay, in some small way, the kindness you've shown him tonight. The thought of leaving you to walk back alone didn’t sit right with him. You deserved better than that—you always did.

[asherloki]

supp :) im the person that requested the 12 & 35 prompts a bit ago

ofc u can do fluff and/or dom sherlock omg!

dom!reader is just my pref and idk the prompts were low-key giving beginning of smut to me, but i fr dont mind, u have full creative freedom and u obviously kno more than me bc of ur previous (amazing) writing :)

tysm for considering my request and have a great day/night! <3

My saviour

Bbc Sherlock x reader

Word count:- 3k

Warning:- light smut, but mostly fluff.

Prompt list here !

A/n:- ah finally I'm back! And I hope you like it!

" I'll take it" I said entering detective inspector lestrade's office. He and his whole team was clueless when it came to the mysterious disappearance of Mr Hazelwood. Even though I wasn't the first choice for the case, one can never be, when the greatest detective of the world is inspector's closest acquaintance. Well, acquaintance is past, now he's closest friend. Can you even imagine, the brilliant genius being his friend meant, almost no case for me to solve. I don't even have an assistant, there's definitely less opportunity for me to show I'm capable of solving mysteries too. Maybe not as brilliant as him, the one who stood infront of the inspector as I walked in, he turned to me and I must say, being a detective myself, it always made me like the wise people, and that meant... I fancied the detective, yes the one who's my professional rival.

"you don't understand," lestrade said looking at me, "I want Sherlock to solve it". This stupid comment made my blood boil, again, another oppertunity lost, ofcourse he can't let this interesting case go.

"no, I'm not taking it" I was stunned as Sherlock Holmes stated this, 'why not' I wondered but lestrade said it out loud,

"and why not?"

Sherlock sighed in response and rubbed his forehead with his fingers as if he was disturbed with lestrade constantly urging him to solve a case he doesn't want to, "it's too boring, rather easy for me Gavin".

'Same old genius' I thought as he mis pronounced lestrade's name again, I must say lestrade's frustration made me kinda giggle but I controlled it.

"If it's that easy then solve it" he still requested, almost begged him.

"you must use some of your brain too inspector" replied Sherlock and I agreed, "or" he said turning to me and my heart started to beat faster I could hear it in my ear, "this young lady is willing to take it, give her a chance".

What did I just heard, Sherlock siding me?

"ugh fine" saying so lestrade turned to me, "I assigne you, for the case now I want it to be solved in two weeks".

"TWO WEEKS?" I asked loudly enough for my voice to echo through the office, "isn't it too.. less inspector?" I asked as calmly as I could, you have to when you're still struggling to get known.

"yes, it's easy as Sherlock said, solve it, and if you need help I bet he can, he's already solved it in his fucking mind palace". I see where the anger was coming from, it was inspector being frustrated by the rejection of Mr brilliant.

"here you go" said Sherlock as he was about to pass by me, I wanted to thank him, or say something sweet infact nice but me being me, I regretted what I said, "scared?"

He raised his brows at my comment, I deserved it, then shaking his head he said, "we'll see how you solve it in two weeks without my help young lady".

I squinted my eyes at his challenge. But he went out of the office. I took the challenge in my mind, however I was unsure, I knew it's gonna be difficult, but I can't lose. It's my only chance.

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As I checked my progress after one week, I knew I'm gonna lose this challenge terribly. First, I had this rush which messed up my method and second, this Mr brilliant challenging me, that I can't do it on my own. Which was slowly turning out to be true. I got up from my sofa where I was lying and thinking, and grabbed my coat, my intention was to go to spot from where Mr Hazelwood was missing and inspect it thoroughly. So I took the bus, I know, poor little detective and went to the spot. While inspecting I felt someone watching over me. You know the feeling you get when you're being watched. I turned around and there were no one looking at me, yet again there was this feeling,

"told you, you need my help". I was startled as the heavy (sexy) voice said it, from behind. And no wonder I found Mr brilliant standing.

"what are you doing here, it's my case to solve" I knew I should've been a bit nice but it just came out to be very..

"rude" he replied, "very rude, I'm trying to help you".

"and why the fu..."

"gosh, kids these days" he said shaking his head.

"did you just called me a kid?"

"have you seen your height?"

"I'm sorry I'm not as tall as you and that doesn't mean.."

"as me? you're not even tall..AT ALL" his face remained expression less.

"who's being rude now, and how come you found me?"

"tracked your phone."

He said what? "you're spying on me?"

"a little girl, solving mystery on her own and at night, I must take care.."

"why do you care?" I might've said that but in my head I asked, 'you care? about me? why? who am I to you, genius?'.

"nothing," he got frustrated with me I knew, "if you change your mind, then... Baker Street" he pointed to the way he headed off to, leaving me on the street, alone, rather I pushed him away. I didn't want to, but it's me, why do you think I don't have an assistant? I work alone, so I don't look weak. Yet my phone's calendar told me it's one week to go, and if I can't solve.... No no I can and I have to... alone.

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And then there left three days, till now I've matched some dots and it confirmed, he wasn't kidnapped, no one conspired against him, so whatever happened to him he was involved. Now this second part of the mystery held lots of troubles, and to solve them in three days was near impossible. My mind kept telling me to reach to him, you know, Mr brilliant. But it was embarrassing, however I had no other way,

"okay, time to throw my self respect" I said to myself gesturing with my hand as if throwing trash bag, "here I come, Sherlock Holmes".

All my way I just wished, "please stay at the flat, please stay at home, please detective" and there I was at his door.

I inhaled a deep breath and tapped my knuckles on his door.

"it's unlocked" replied a different voice, from inside.

'Oh no, John watson is there, I'm fucked' now I had to be embarrassed to both of these men, anyway I have threw my self respect away.

I opened the door and entered, the scene was... well... interesting I believe, John Watson was on his laptop and detective was sitting on his sofa, eyes closed, hands clasped.

"may I?" I asked Dr watson, because he looked a little sane.

"yes" he replied me and turned to Sherlock, "she came".

"who?" he enquired, his deep voice even deeper, eyes still closed and hands still clasped together, touching his chin.

"young lady". Replied John watson and Sherlock's eyes were flung open.

"is that what you call me?" I couldn't help but ask him.

"any problem?" he asked.

"I'm not here to argue with you, I want.." shit! now the embarrassing part, "I need, your help".

"oh I see, Mr Hazelwood?" I nodded, "still on it? wasn't it easy?"

"if it were then why would I ask your help?" he was getting on my nerves I tell you.

"fine sit" he said and I checked around me.

"where?" there wasn't any place near him but a sofa far in the other end of the living room.

"oh there?" I said pointing to it.

"no here" he brought out a rusty chair for me to sit.

"but it's for the clients" objected Dr watson, he's really sane.

"you know what? I'm fine just help me out". I need help from him and nothing else. Well sometimes I think if I could have something else but hey, professionalism.

"yes now let me explain, before that tell me how far you've got". I explained him everything and out of my utter surprise he got up from his sofa to his work board and offered me to sit there. Why's he being so... kind?

"now let me tell you what exactly happened" and he explained it was all Mr Hazelwood's plan, he intentionally disappeared, he's not dead but roaming around disguised.

"woah!" I couldn't help but praise him, it's not like I don't admire him. I do more than that, I respect him and perhaps... I like him a little too, "so how do we catch him?".

"it's not your duty to do so, you give all the evidence and theories to Scotland yard and order them to find him" he suggested.

"order them? me?" I am not very... influencial am I?

"yes, look they insulted you by not respecting your potential, now it's your time".

His motivational speech filled me with self respect again, the one I threw for him.

"yes" I said with such confidence and then I lost it again, "would you come with me... please?" now still cringe at the thought of me actually giving him puppy eyes and pleading but he agreed.

We entered lestrade's office, one day left till the deadline for me and I explained everything to him.

"seems like Sherlock helped you" said sally, stupid bi... no control yourself.

"I didn't, we met at the gate, I came here for the case I'm taking care of" lied the detective, I must admit, his lying skill was pretty good.

"anyway " said lestrade, "if you really did it on your own then.."

It felt so bad, to be taking credit of Sherlock's work, I didn't solve it all, I don't lie, so I,

"Sally is right" I admitted.

"no she isn't " Sherlock warned me.

"she is, she is lestrade. I solved half of it, it was solved by Sherlock Holmes himself. Yes he helped me, but I could've done it on my own, if I had some more time."

They were all silent for some time, I feared looking at Sherlock, he'd be fuming at me by now.

"I guess we were putting unnecessary pressure on you" said the inspector softly, "fine, you'll solve another one for us".

This second chance made my lips curve into a smile and Sherlock approved with a nod.

We both went out of there, and we laughed and talked all our way to his house, why was I going there? I don't know, I kept on walking with him and he never pushed me away. In between he'd often brush hair off my forehead or take my hand while crossing the road. I wonder why, not that I mind though.

We even went straight to his living room and it was awfully quiet.

"where is Dr watson?" I enquired.

"he's out, he messaged me, he's picking Rosie from school". Then he told me everything about john and his daughter, even his deceased wife Mary.

"Mary sounds like a wonderful, brave, strong woman" I replied.

"she was, she was strongest and absolute boss of us" he spoke in way that showed how much he admired her and how much John Watson and Rosie means to him.

"if only I were capable of doing things on my own" I didn't want to say so but it just came out, it sounded sad.

"why not? if you were weak you would've been living with your parents, you have family, house, friends in here yet you chose be on your own, you don't have any assistant, you solve cases by yourself too, how much more strong do you wanna be?" his words felt good didn't they?

"you helped me" I reminded him.

"only this time" accompanied by his beautiful smile.

"if I need help again in solving mystery? will you help me?" I was starting to let my guards down, I may have started to trust him.

"if you want me to, ofcourse" His smile never left his lips but my phone rang and it indicated it was time to leave his flat, for now.

"I have to go" I kind of asked his permission before going.

"if you have to then... be careful okay?" ain't he little too careful for me? I liked it, I like being taken care of, perhaps he's not wrong I really am a kid.

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Days turned to months and one case turned to three. I took his help for three cases, call me dumb but I enjoy his company, for some reason I've noticed he does too.

After solving the third one I first went to his flat with him, both of us giggling at the fact that sally was so disappointed that I actually got recognised for my consecutive three wins, ofcourse with Mr brilliant by my side.

"it's late Sherlock, I have to go home" I said checking my watch.

"John's gonna be out tonight he has some patients to take care of, Rosie is with molly, so you can stay here tonight."

He might've said casually but it's HIM saying to ME. I already liked him, after these eight months of solving cases together I think I can say I... I'm in love with him. He's so caring for me, or maybe for all but I liked it.

"will you?" he asked again, popping my thought bubble.

"oh no nothing I was just ... fine I'll stay" I agreed, with my heart in my hand, he might spare his room for me but I wanted something else, a little kiss maybe... I think I fell in love, with the great detective.

"good" and with this he went inside, and came with his dressing gown draped over him, if I were a cat I would've drooled visibly, but I drooled, just no one could see it. He looked incredibly... domestic and it was hot. I just wanted to cuddle him, play with his hair, kiss him... oh! that was hot.

"Sherlock?" I asked.

"yes?" he answered, offering me something. It was a chocolate, I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not a kid" I complaint "I'm a grown up adult in my early twenties."

"I know, but I thought you may like it." well I do like chocolates, so unwrapping it I took a bite. And it was a bad idea told by Mr brilliant's laughter, the chocolate melted and it covered my mouth.

"funny?" I teased.

"very" he said between laughters.

"don't laugh, I bite people" I joked, yet I do have this tendency to bite my close ones,

"oh do you? that's... unique". he replied.

"I'm gonna wash my lips wait" as I got up, I felt his arm catching me by wrist. My heart gave me a signal, it's your chance.

"what?" turning to him I said, I little seductively.

He said nothing but took some of the chocolate from my lips with his finger and put it in his mouth, licking his finger clean.

My senses went wild. I stood frozen.

"you know what?" he asked me, and my mind told me, 'say something, don't look dumb'.

"wh-what?" I said.

"I've always wanted you this close. Never knew if I'd ever have you. I'm.." he trailed off " you're young and beautiful, I'm just an old detective"

'youre anything but old, actually even if you are older than me, I like it, I love it, you're older and sexier, caring as well" I thought.

"I just wanted to make sure you're taken care of. and I..." he trailed off.

"say it" I wanted to hear the words he couldn't let himself speak.

"I love you, with all my heart, have always loved you, and will always do, I sometimes went to Scotland yard casually for maybe to get a glimpse of you, coming to the office, smiling, all jolly, like a ray of sunshine " his lips curved into a smile reminiscing it perhaps, "since the day your eyes fell on me I have loved you, for who you are, you never had to be anything you're not, I love for all the things you are and all the things you're not, I'd see you noticing me too and you're disgust was clear".

"Sherlock" I started, "it wasn't disgust, a pretence, so you don't find out I like you too, infact now I can say I love you and not for your intelligence I admire that but I love you for being a good human to me, I can see, you love me, you care, you protect and you even adore me."

"you know?" he was surprised, "well then, I'm glad, may I kiss you?"

I nodded, and he crashed his lips on mine, letting the kiss go hungrier until he pulled away and asked,

"should we? you want to? with me?"

I understood what he meant,

"yes, I do"

"I'm not that experienced" he replied.

"neither am I"

we giggled at our lesser experience, we both are so engulfed into mystery solving that sex or love barely crossed our mind. I know not how he pulled me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, but we did and we went to his room kissing still.

One can say I was nervous and I knew so was he but he didn't seem so. The way he marked my neck and the way his fingers worked the buttons of my shirt. I was all red being naked infront of him but it melted as he put off his shirt too, I couldn't help but run my hand all over his chest, bringing him closer to me.

"bite me" he ordered.

"I thought you'd never ask" with a smirk I pecked his bottom lip, his moan said he liked it. That hour of him being inside of me was wonderful. He was sweet, gentle, he knew I was absolutely inexperienced. And my first time turned out to be the beautiful one. "I can stay like this forever" I said in between whimpers.

"I wouldn't mind" he replied, fastening his pace and us reaching our climax together. As we layed down on his bed I kept on thinking about how he said he loved me, and he always will.

"what's the matter?" he asked seeing me lost in my thoughts. I knew he cannot actually let himself love someone, maybe it was a moment of weakness for him, but if only he knew it was more than that for me. It was not just sex for me, I made love with him.

“You’re all talk. Why don’t you show me what you really mean?”

I said getting up a little aggressively. He looked confused at my behaviour.

"But It was the truth, why do you think I'd help you, care for you, love you?"

I think he does have a point.

"and sex never amazed me, I don't bother about it, and my past experience was no strings attached kind of sex but now..." he trailed off, "now after you came, I resisted as long as I could the urge to kiss your pretty face, because I know what people could think, that the great detective found a young girl to sleep with, the young lady detective slept with Sherlock Holmes to get recognised, that's why I never opened up about it". His eyes were teary and so were mine, he cared about me as much as he cared about himself.

"if I say" I spoke, "I don't care, and that I love you, I want to be with you Sherlock, then?"

Sherlock came a little closer to me, trying hard not to cry, "then you're gonna get me as your assistant all my life."

Saying this he hugged me and we both cried, tears of joy I'd like to think. But since then I moved in with him, and john and Rosie, I love this family and our parents may have thought this marriage is a little... never mind, they accepted, the age gap wasn't a barrier at all. And we lived happily ever after.

[magicallittlet]

Magical Diary - Fred Weasley

18+

Warnings: mention of alcohol, consuming alcohol, smut, smoking, smoking w33d, strong language, heavy kissing.

Flasbacks are written in cursive

One - The dream

I've had the same dream every night since my fourth school year at Hogwarts. It always started out as a peace full, yet odd dream. Then suddenly everything turned dark. And the last thing I remember from the dream is a green sharp light. The dream was a memory, a memory that was not easily erased. I soon discovered that the remembrance was about my mother's sudden death.

The events over the summer had been hard on me, so to tell you my story, I'm not going to start from the beginning. I'm going to remember them step by step. It's not that my memory had been Obliviated or anything. It's just easier for me to start right here. But just to get to know me a little, here is just a bit of my childhood.

I had grown up in a town outside London, with my guardian Lydia and her muggle fiancé Henry. Lydia took me in when I was almost two years old. She had been told that she could not have children of her own, so when my dad asked her to take care of me, even though she had major disagreement with my father's decision, she couldn't turn it down. We lived in Epping just outside of London. A little old town filled with charming streets. Henry came into our lives when I was around 7 years old. Lydia told him right away, when things got serious between them, that she was a witch, and that she was raising a little girl with the same condition as her. Henry fell even more in love with her and accepted the adventures and challenges that come with living among two witches. As for my dad. I never saw him again. That was until my fourth school year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I had always been aware that he was still alive. But with the fact that he gave me up, I had never in my life thought that he would turn up as the new defense against the dark arts teacher. It took me some time to figure it out. But it was a chair swung to my face. And it made my school year much more difficult than I had ever imagined. And as I was on my way downstairs some of the events from the recent school year flicked before my eyes.

When the period ended, I walked up to Mr. Lupin to give him the homework assignment from the last DADA class. "That was fast, '' Professor Lupin said, like he was confused. "Is that a bad thing?" I asked, a little worried. What if I had screwed up. I really wanted to impress him. He was such a good teacher. "Not necessarily," Professor Lupin said, with a big smile. "Sorry Professor '' I started, and he looked up "You are not by any chance from London sir" I asked, "No, no I'm not" he said with a comfortable voice, while he shook his head. "Oh, okay. I could just swear that I've seen you before" I said curries. "Take some chocolate... it's okay" he said while he was pointing at a pack of chocolate at his table. "Thanks Professor" I said while I took the chocolate and walked out of the classroom.

As I walked out of the classroom, I heard two voices from each side of the doorway. Fred and George were standing leaned up against the wall, just outside the classroom. "Uh she got the chocolate, '' Fred and George said, while they walked on each side of me. "Jealous," I asked confidently. "Not really," George said. "We got some fun to do, Clark," Fred said playfully, while he played with my blond curly hair. "Guys we have Quidditch soon" I said while I tried to stop Fred ruining my hair. "There is just no fun in you, Clark" George said "Coming Fred" he added. Fred smiled at me and went the other way.

I wonder if he knew back then. If I was his daughter. I don't know what's worse. Not realizing that your daughter had attempted Hogwarts, or knowing that she was sitting right there, right in front of you, not being willing to say or do anything about it.

Henry and Lydia gave me some days to rest when I came home from one om the most traumatizing years at Hogwarts I've ever had. I know it sounds selfish, because since I've started Hogwarts a lot of dangerous and traumatizing stuff had happed. Like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named living in the back of our defense agents the dark arts teacher's head. Then the chamber of secrets opened, and a giant basilisk was trying to kill all muggles at the castle, and luckily it didn't have any lock killing any. But these times I've never been in real danger.

After all Hogwarts is a school for little witches and wizards. But also, a school there had been there for centuries and hides a lot of secrets. Something like that is maybe not expected, but everything is possible.

After some days of resting, the day finally came. Professor Dumbledor and Professor McGonagall even paid a visit. We all sat down in the living room, with tea and scones. Lydia had made her homemade clotted cream and raspberry jam– with the berries she was growing in our little green house. Lydia loved her plants. She gave me real Hufflepuff vibes. But she was sorted into Ravenclaw back then.

"Take a seat, Ill fix you some tea" Lydia said to Dumbledor and McGonagall. They each picked the armchairs we had placed on each side of the coffee table, facing the sofa. Witch put me between Lydia and Henry on the sofa. Now I felt pressure.

McGonagall looked concerned, but Dumbledore just looked hungry at the scones.

"Maybe we should just get started for Rebecca's sake" McGonagall said concerned, looking at Professor Dumbledore to get his attention. Dumbledore slowly looked away from the scones and started focusing on looking at me. It was a soft glance as Dumbledore usually gave. "Very well miss Clark, or would you now prefer Lupin" Professor Dumbledor asked kindly. I smiled back at him. Dumbledor was such an odd man. And I admired him for that. "I still prefer Clark Professor. I don't identify with Lupin. Thank you for asking" I said polite. Both professor Dumbledor and Professor McGonagall smiled at me. "Very well miss Clark. Due to the events of the end of last school year, I have been informed and willingly wants to talk to you about the happenings and help you how to get by with the things you have witnessed. Rebecca Clark has been up against the mass murderer Sirius Black" As Dumbledor finished, he smiled and winked to me. I winked back. We both knew that Sirius was incident, but Dumbledore, Harry, Hermine, Ron, Mr. Lupin and I had decided not to tell our families about Sirius just yet. "Due to that event, miss Clark is required at my office once a month to have a meeting at my office with her house Teacher Professor McGonagall" Dumbledore ended. "But can we talk about what happened. We have given Rebecca some time to heal, before, I mean. I don't want to pressure her. But we need to know what has been going on to help her. Right professor" Lydia asked while pouring McGonagall a cup of tea. "Rebecca will speak when she is ready, it is for the best" Professor McGonagall said carefully. It was for the best. She was absolutely right, but I really wanted to get it off my chest sooner than later, so I could carry on with my life. Everyone around me agreed. "Professor I am ready to tell my story" I said convincing and started to tell Lydia, Henry, Dumbledore and McGonagall what had happened.

Lydia and Henry listened closely and carefully to what I had to tell about the events of that night. "I was on my way down to Hagrid, he had some ingredients I needed for a potion I was making with Fred, Lee and George" I explained as McGonagall and Lydia gave me a strict look, but I had promised Dumbledor to tell the truth. "When I saw...". A knot suddenly tired up my stomach. I hadn't expected it to happen this soon. This was where I learned that I had never been in any danger. The only person who had put me in a dangerous situation that night, was Remus. "When I saw Harry and Hermione ran after a black dog, the grim I presumed. I had to get help. I remembered that I had just passed processor Lupin just before I went over the wooden bridge, so I ran back to find him. Luckily, he hadn't gotten that far. So, as I reached him, I let him know what I had witnessed" I paused. "And did professor Lupin tell you to follow him" McGonagall asked surely. I had hoped that she hadn't asked that question, because I didn't really want to answer it. "No, professor, he asked me to get back to my dorm immediately. But I followed Professor Lupin anyway" I answered with a heavy breath. This was not the point of it, I was there no matter what Remus had told me to do.

Dumbledor was smearing some clotted crème onto a scone, topping it with a teaspoon full of jam. "So, you followed him anyway" McGonagall asked wondering. I scratched my cheek, trying to find a good explanation. But nothing came to me. Why did I even run after him? Like I was going to safe the whole day. Maybe that was the reason I made it into Gryffindor. "I don't know Professor, I wanted to help. Ever since I Remus, sorry, Professor Lupin started teaching, I had felt some kind of urge to... I don't even know what it was. First, I thought it was a crush, like the innocent crush you have on a teacher. But it was something ells. Like a feeling that he needed me to come with him. I don't know, it's silly and I'm sorry for putting myself in danger" I ended. "So, what happed when you and Professor Lupin entered the shrinking shack" Dumbledore asked like it was the juicy part now. "I walked behind Remus the whole time. I wasn't in any danger. I had my wand, and I'm good with spells. The first person I saw was Sirius and then I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione. Then it got to me. Remus and Sirius were old friends. And I was going to die. All of us was going to die. But somehow Snape and Remus helped us out of there, and we got out safe. Then the light of the full moon hit Remus and he attacked me. After that I woke up in the hospital wing and apparently, I have Veela blood in my veins, luckily for that otherwise I would be a werewolf by now" I ended with a fake smile. "And then there was your dream" Dumbledor asked politely. "The one you came you came to my office to discuss" he added. This was the part I wasn't ready to talk about. The knot in my stomach tightened even more. I let out a small grunt to let Dumbledore know that he could continue. "It is an unlocked memory. One that I cannot tell you more about. One you must figure out yourself. I hope you can understand" Dumbledore ended.

The the room was left heavy and quiet.

"Rebecca Just a simple question. Would you like to remain living with your guardians or would you like to contact Lupin to find a way and live with him" Dumbledor asked and then reached for a scone. "I would like to continue living here Professor, if that's ok. This is my home" I said with confidence, even though I really wanted to get to know Remus. "Good, just as we expected. Now I just need to inform the tree of you about something really serious and you cannot speak of this afterwards. This is going to be between the five of us, and when the time comes, we do as we discussed today" Dumbledor started. The atmospheria in the living room chanced immediately to something dark and could. Even though I thought that my story was dark, this was something ells. "We have a hint that Him-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is planning his return" Professor McGonagall said rather serious. I looked at Lydia and her face turned bright white. She looked like she was about to cry, scream and through up at the same time. Lydia then ran her fingers through her hair. Henry was looking at her, but suddenly he jumped up. "Wait, he is supposed to be dead. How can he plan his return, if he is dead" Henry yelled. McGonagall got up of her chair too and placed a calming hand on Henrys shoulder. Henry always seemed so stupid when it came to the magic world, but now it just seemed like he knew everything about it. He was even more upset than I have thought he would be. "There is no easy way to inform you this, so it's best if you just listen to what we have to offer" McGonagall said calmly. "Lydia and Rebecca would be in grave danger; I cannot protect them here alone" Henry said shockingly. Lydia said nothing, she just took Henrys hand to calm him down. He then sat back down on the sofa again. "If this is going to happen, I want Rebecca to move in with Remus, for her own protection. And for the two of you, we have a hide out for you in Scotland. But Rebecca can't come. She will attract danger. Understood" Dumbledor said firmly and all of us knotted. "And you are not to speak of this again, before the time comes. Agree" Dumbledor continued. Lydia got up and cleared the table. "Thank you for the lovely scones, Lydia, it was a pleasure to see you again Henry, and I'll see you soon miss Clark".

As I walked back upstairs to my room, started to remember the good things about my fourth school year. It was also awesome to be a witch, after all. But what now, what was I supposed to do now? All the fun always came with Fred, Geroge and Lee. The gossiping with Katie. The sneaking to the kitchen for a late-night snack with Comac. And the butterflies whenever Cedric Diggory brushed his hand threw his hair and smiled at me.

I smiled with the thought of that. I sat down on my bed to daydream even more. But that was soon interrupted by some noise coming from the street, so I went by the window to see what was going on. Some family was moving in on the other side of the street. But I couldn't care less. I was impatient to get back to Hogwarts and the first week of summer wasn't even over. But then someone caught my eye. It was the soon to be 6th year student, a Slytherin stud. Adrian Pucey. He was one of the chasers on the Slytherins quidditch team. He knocked me off my broom last year at my first match. Asshole. He reminded me of someone. Not really but there was something about his dimwitted smirk and somehow misunderstood person.

The first person I saw in the room at the Shrieking Shack, was... Sirius Black. I wanted to cry. He was a wanted murderer, and we were just four kids trying to survive. In a heroic but stupid decision, I pointed my wand at him, while I slowly and carefully followed Professor Lupin into the room. "Leave Harry alone" I said with a shaky voice. I really wanted not to sound scared, but I couldn't help it. He just laughed. Something was wrong with Rons leg. I hurried over to him, to take a look, maybe it was something I could heal. "If you are going to kill Harry, you have to kill us too" Hermione said. Her voice broke. We all thought that we were going to die. "No. only one will die tonight," Sirius Black said with a sore throat. I looked back over my shoulder, to see that Sirius was pointing a wand towards Ron and me. I was too scared to scream.

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In honor of Fuck or Die Friday, and with special thanks to @adickaboutspoons and @poetic----nonsense I present you with an OFMD Amok Time AU.

AU where Ed is the (human) captain of a starship and Stede is his half Vulcan-half human First Officer who never fit in on Vulcan because the whole logical control thing was not suited for him and now that he’s in Starfleet he exploring expressing his feelings openly. (Also they are captain and first officer on paper, but the two of them have an understanding that they are actually co-captains.)

Anyway, Stede has gone into Pon Farr and is being drawn back to his wife T’Mari because he has to fuck or die. Oh no, what’s Ed going to do?

Obviously, Ed offers to fuck Stede but doesn’t admit to his feelings for him, presenting it more as he is willing to fuck Stede to save his life. But Stede talks around it, mentioning T’Mari and their bond and Ed walks away with the impression that only T’Mari can save Stede and there has to be a mental bond present for the fucking to work.

And Stede didn’t not mean to give him that impression, you know? For one because Stede really doesn’t want Ed to have sex with him as an obligation. And for two he’s not going to be in control of himself during the Pon Farr, and he’s worried that if he had sex with Ed he would form a bond on his own, regardless of Ed how felt about it. Because he wants to have that bond with Ed so bad.

They make it to Vulcan and Ed insists on beaming down with Stede to make sure he gets to his wife okay. Olu also comes to make sure things go well, because he is more familiar with Vulcan customs and rituals both as a Federation diplomat (permanently assigned to Ed & Stede’s starship) and as a partner to Jim, a human that was raised on and by Vulcans after their parents died.

Now this is actually Stede’s third Pon Farr (he and T’Mari have a 14-year-old and a 7-year-old), so he could just meet up with T’Mari and do the deed; they don’t need to do the koon-ut-kal-if-fee all over again. They can — some Vulcan couples do it as like a vow renewal thing — but they don’t have too and they didn’t last time. So when Stede beams down to the planet to see that T’Mari has arranged for the whole ritual he’s like oooh, she’s going to challenge.

(Also Doug is there as T’Mari’s preferred spouse and he’s still just named Doug. A Vulcan named Doug because that amuses me.)

And then Olu (because Stede is only semi-coherent at this point) has to explain to Ed about how T’Mari has the right to challenge Stede’s claim. And Ed’s like, “you said fuck or die; no one told me she was allowed to pick die!” Leading to:

Ed: How do I challenge?

Olu: What?

Ed: The kal-if-fee thing, how do I challenge her for him?

Olu: Yeah, that’s not really… that’s not really how this works.

Ed: Fuck this, I’m going in. (Inserts himself between Stede & T’Mari shouting kal-if-fee like Act of Grace.)

Of course, declaration of kal-if-fee is taken as Ed challenging Stede for T’Mari, and he is told he’s allowed to challenge if he wants to fight Stede for her. And Ed’s like oh, yeah, I think I can take him 😏

So he tackles Stede and starts rolling around on the ground with him; he wraps his legs around Stede and starts rolling his hips, trying to move things in a sexual direction. But also he’s trying to get Stede’s hand up on his psi points, because Ed figures they could do a mind meld and maybe that would be good enough to work as the bond Stede needs for the fucking to save his life.

Finally Ed kisses him, which jolts Stede back into enough coherency for Ed to explain what he’s trying to do. Stede warns Ed that if he melds them then he will bond them, he won’t be able to stop himself and “that means I’ll be in your head all the time.” And Ed laughs and says “What else is new?”

So at Ed’s urging, Stede performs the mind meld. Instantly, he’s just hit with a wave of love and he’s like “Ed you love me?? 🥹🥰” And then the images start rolling in and he’s like “Oh. 😳😳😳 you’ve been thinking about this a lot, huh?”

And then they fuck nasty right there in the sand. Which simultaneously gets them Vulcan married. And they go back to their starship and live happily ever after.

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Friendly Fire - Chapter Three: Scrap Metal

Ellie Thibodeaux holds arguably the worst job in Bridgehead City. She’s not a cook. She’s not even a cleaner. She’s the resident RDA psychiatrist, and her next assignment is helping the formerly deceased Project Phoenix come to terms with being brought back to life as an entirely different species.

Enter Colonel Miles Quaritch, the most reluctant, and most challenging patient she’s ever had the displeasure of treating.

James Cameron’s Avatar - The Way of Water (2022)

Recombinant Quaritch x ofc (currently professional/platonic, enemies/annoyances to friends, could be more & Quaritch x Paz Socorro

Warnings: mild swears

Tagging: @kmc1989 (let me know if you would like added)

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Chapter Two | Chapter Four

Scrap Metal

“Well, well, look who decided to drop by!” Lyle Wainfleet was the first to draw attention to the psychiatrist’s presence. “She’s not too good for us after all!”

Not just one or two of them, they were all there. Everyone. Walker, Mansk, Fike. The whole damn unit. And every single one of them turned to stare.

”Knock, knock.” Ellie replied quietly, tapping softly on the metal wall of the soldiers recreation area with her real hand and forcing herself to approach.

She’d hoped to sidle in mostly unnoticed, without making a big deal, and observe for a while. The recombinant soldiers clearly had other ideas. 

“Z, pull up another chair. Right this way.” Wainfleet had sprung to his feet, beckoning her forward. “Nice one, doc!”

“We’ve got tea…oh, shit.” Fike realised too late Ellie wouldn’t be able to drink it.

Getting the exopack on and off single-handed was a chore in itself, and she didn’t want to ask for help. The thought of those strong recombinant fingers messing around near her neck made Ellie nervous. The tea would have to wait for another day. 

”Well, you can still hold it and pretend.” Sean Fike shrugged as he pushed a too-big cup into her real hand. “It’s not that good, anyway. Not missin’ out.”

Ellie balanced it on one knee with a tight smile. Too hot. She let her metal arm take the weight of the cup , feeling the rods that had replaced her bones warm distantly. Had to be careful not to forget about it or she’d end up burned, again. 

”Only because of how you make the tea, you heathen.” Zdinarsik casually insulted. “Probably safer not to, Tibbs.”

Ellie remembered an old book from Earth, about that Alice kid, who drank and ate things to make herself bigger and smaller. Strange, the things that pop into your head when you least expect. 

She’d felt the stares on her back as she had approached the soldiers quarters down a maze of metal corridors, the items around her getting larger and larger in comparison to herself. Shrinking down indeed, just like Alice. 

The recom soldiers seemed genuinely pleased that she had finally shown up. But her newest patient was nowhere to be seen. 

Ellie was surprised to find how much Quaritch‘s absence disappointed her. She had only been brave enough to venture over because he’d ordered it. Well, practically threatened.

And now he wouldn’t even see that she’d made the effort. Hopefully, the other recoms would mention it. Then, just maybe, he’d be slightly more willing to share at their next session.  

”Tibbs!” Zdinarsik nudged her elbow, making her jump. She’d been caught daydreaming. Something about the female recom’s tone made Ellie think it wasn’t the first time trying to get her attention.  Zdinarsik pointed at Wainfleet, who was fidgeting in his chair with a burning question. 

“Hey, uh…do you start to rust, doc?” He asked brazenly. “If you, uh, stay outside too long when it rains?”

“Lyle!” Mansk hissed, giving him a look that plainly said knock it off.

”What?! Dude, I gotta know!” Wainfleet shot Ellie a guilty look. “No offence.”

Zdinarsik just chuckled, lazily blowing another pale pink bubble. 

”I do, actually.” The psychiatrist replied amusedly. “It’s an old model. Sometimes needs oiling.”

Wainfleet frowned, flicking his ears downwards quizzically, unsure if she was messing with him, obviously not expecting her to confirm she was capable of the feat of oxidation. 

“But I don’t really get to go outside that much.” Ellie finished, not meaning to sound wistful, though to her it felt that way. 

”You should. I mean, you’d 100% die out there by yourself, but it sure is something.” Fike’s eyes widened, in the midst of a grand idea. “We could take you.”

“I don’t think General Ardmore would like that.” Ellie answered hesitantly. 

”Ugh, but Ardmore doesn’t like anything.” Walker retorted with a sigh. “Except work.”

“Hey, she doesn’t need to find out.” Wainfleet pointed out optimistically. “We just gotta get the Colonel on board. Whaddaya say, doc?”

It looked like Ellie was due a field trip she couldn’t exactly refuse.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about going out there. But she was pretty far down on the payroll and had resigned herself to the brown and grey industrial landscape of Bridgehead, a mere extension of her artificial limb. But actually seeing, maybe even touching the world of Pandora, with her own private protection unit to keep her safe? 

Now, that really would be something. 

It didn’t take long for the recom soldiers to grow restless once her novelty had worn off and they went back to their games and roughhousing. 

”Where, uhm…where’s the Colonel?” Ellie ventured to ask Zdinarsik as she rose from her chair with a metallic squeak, on her way to join the boys. 

“How in the Hell should I know?” She responded, narrowing her eyes. “Why, you missin’ him that much already, doc?”

Ellie slumped in her own chair, wondering how much longer was polite to stay. This wasn’t really her world, and the recom’s casual violence as they pushed each other around was starting to put her on edge. 

“Or, you could ask him yourself…” Zdinarsik smirked as she nodded at someone far above Ellie’s head. 

The psychiatrist sat bolt upright, her spine ramrod straight, as if she were the soldier. 

“Colonel, check it out. We got company!” Wainfleet yelled before Fike floored him with a flying tackle. 

Ellie dared to turn around, tugging her sweater sleeve down nervously. 

“So I see. And on our turf, too.” Quaritch had his head cocked to one side. “Smart girl.”

Zdinarsik offered her seat up to her commanding officer and strode off to join the rest. 

The Colonel looked Ellie up and down, dwarfed by her enormous chair. Was it her imagination, or did he seem pleased she had finally accepted the invitation to ‘come hang’?

“What’s the I stand for?”

“H-Huh?” She stammered.

“That.” He pointed at the RDA-issue dogtags she had around her neck, like everyone else in Bridgehead.

Ellie’s hand went to the metal chain, covering them on instinct.

“Infuriating? Impudent?” He smirked.  “Incomplete?”

”Oh…” Ouch. She hurriedly tucked them back inside the neck of her sweater. “It’s my name.”

“Your name ain’t Ellie?” The Colonel asked, confused. “Huh.” 

Something he didn’t know about her. That was surprising.

”Not exactly. Ellie is the beginner level.”

”Well then, what is your name?”

She saw his tail flick in the corner of her eye.

“Colonel, respectfully. You couldn’t pronounce my real name if you tried.”

”Wanna bet?” He was up for the challenge. “Zdinarsik has letters in all the wrong places too.”

”My name wouldn’t sound that out of place amongst the natives.” Ellie explained. “So you don’t have to bother, seriously.”

”In case you haven’t noticed, I’m one of the blue freaks now, myself. So, I’ll ask twice.” He pointed a clawed finger at her deliberately. “Don’t you make me ask again.”

”Ijeawele Thibodeaux.” She sounded apologetic, damn it. Be assertive. It’s your own damn heritage, not his. “My full name. Tibbs is…much easier for everyone.”

”Well, goddamn. Legal paperwork must take you forever and a day.” He drawled. “Your parents didn’t even give you a chance, did they?”

No, they did not…

Another life.

“Once again.” He leaned closer to her and tapped the base of his ear twice. 

“It’s fine, Colonel.”

”No ma’am.“ He objected. “I wanna get it right. Again.”

”Ee-jay-ah-wel-eh.” She slowed it down, trying not to get stuck on the fact he’d just called her ma’am. Well, it was better than shrink-wrap. 

“Ijeawele.” His pronunciation wasn’t half-bad. 

“Good.” Ellie waited for a beat, then because she couldn’t resist the opportunity: “Now, about my middle name-“

“Aw, Hell!” Quaritch groaned, making the soldiers glance in their direction briefly before they resumed whatever rowdy antics they were in the middle of. 

”Relax, I don’t have one. But Ellie is fine.” She reassured. “Ellie is preferred. Tibbs is best.”

”Well, alright then.” He looked visibly relieved. “I got no issue with Tibbs.”

”You sure about that?” Ellie dropped her voice, being candid. “I don’t feel our sessions are going particularly well.”

“Nothing against you, personally.” The Colonel replied. “I got too much on my plate, and regularly scheduled meetings with a certain shrink are starting to take up a lot of my valuable time.” Ellie balked. “Oh, well…we can change your appointment time-“

”The time is just fine.” Quaritch’s tone was clipped. “It’s not that.”

She waited for more, but the Colonel didn’t care to elaborate.

O-kay…

“Can I ask what it is?” She probed.

”Here now, you better not be analysing me-“ He drew back, suddenly wary. 

”I’m here today as a friend. Not as a professional.” Ellie jerked her head towards the other soldiers. “At least, as their friend.”

”Can’t help it though, can ya?” Quaritch deduced correctly. “Dissecting people. Tryin’ to read them.”  I have to. 

She hadn’t been careful enough, on Earth. She’d wanted to see the best in people, assume their intentions were good, always. That was why she hadn’t seen her attacker coming.

She would not, could not make the same mistake again. 

“I-…” She thought about spilling her guts, briefly. 

Quaritch looked at her expectantly. 

No. 

“-I’ve had a good time today.” Ellie said honestly, covering her hesitation. “I’m sensing we aren’t quite there yet.”

”Correct. My men like you, that’s clear.”

”But?” There had to be a Part 2 to that sentence.

“But knowin’ you've got that Stone-Age prosthetic just danglin’ there really makes my brain itch.”

Ellie winced, she had hoped he wouldn’t bring up her arm again so soon. 

“Technology has advanced a whole lot since you rotated out here.” His tone had turned persuasive, working up to a big question. “Mind if I take a look? See what can be done?” 

Now, why would he do something like that? Ellie’s eyes darted around the room. Zdinarsik and Wainfleet had Fike pinned down on the Na’vi-sized pool table, attempting to tie his bootlaces around its wooden legs. They weren’t paying her and the Colonel the blindest bit of attention. 

But she couldn’t. Not in front of the other recoms. She never took off her long sleeves if there was anyone else around. Only in the privacy of her own quarters did she bare her arms. Only when she was sleeping did she even risk taking her artificial limb off. 

In case he found her-

“Is that an order?” She asked dully, staring at the metal ground. 

”Just a request.” He was surprisingly quick to back off. “For now.”

“Then, no.” She said firmly.

Ellie remembered what he had said last time she had pushed boundaries. He could write her up. He could cause a her whole world of trouble if Ardmore got wind of her disregard for the rules. She fumbled and tried to explain more politely.

“No, Colonel. I’m sorry, I really don’t like people touching my arm-“ Her voice rose in panic at the end of her sentence.

The completely unprompted and unreasonable image had popped into her mind of Quaritch ripping the rest of her limb clean from her shoulder.

He could, if he wanted. Easily. 

I don’t like people touching me at all. Period. 

The Colonel regarded her for a long moment before leaning back in his chair. “I get it.”

“Doubt it.” Ellie snorted. 

Quaritch cleared his throat.

”Listen up, lady. I used to hate these, right here.” He pointed at the side of his own head. “Happened on Day One. Heck of a baptism. Went a little heavy on the camo paint for a while.”

Ellie squinted. The blue skin made it hard to tell, but on his right, she could see three faint silver-tinted curved lines, slightly raised.  She’d seen his old Sec-Ops ID, she knew what she was looking at. Wild animal. The scars were hefty when they were healed. Fresh, they would have been gruesome. 

“But now-“ He paused. “well…back when I was…-“

Human. Alive. 

Ellie filled in the blanks herself.

”-Anyway, I accepted I had to make peace and stopped tryin’ to hide it after a while. It wasn’t goin’ away. Always did scare the shit out of the new recruits.”

”I’ll bet.” She’d heard the stories. Even before his reanimation, Colonel Quaritch had rightfully earned the title of legend. 

“Imagine I didn’t have it, just how goddamn pretty I’d be.” He finished. 

It took her a second to realise, he was making his version of a joke. He was looking at her expectantly, tail flicking back and forwards. Ellie dared to smile, the tears that were pricking the backs of her eyes withdrawing. 

”Yeah, ain’t that a thought. There ya go.” He smirked.

She nodded, and half-sniffed, half-chuckled nervously as she wiped her nose with the heel of her good hand.

”Point is, if anyone’s afraid of a little scrap metal, they ain’t worth your time, kid.” He shrugged. “And if they try to tear you to shreds because of it, well then, you own it. You make sure they’re afraid of ya.”

Quaritch’s words were oddly motivational. Ellie could see now, why he was considered a great leader. Scary as Hell. You had to earn it. But if you were on his side, or he was in your corner, you had a good thing going.

Just don’t cross him. 

Guess I’ve chosen a side.

***

Thanks for reading!

I’m currently playing Frontiers of Pandora and it’s doing an excellent job of feeding the muse. Flying my ikran for the first time - religious experience. Reminded me of Flight of Passage at AK and I stg I cried I love that ride so much.

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The Key To Silence

Notes: Commission for @thornoisdono ^^ Apologies that this took a bit longer than expected, the first week back to school hit harder than I thought it was going to lol. I know that technically chests simply unlock in genshin, but I figured narratively speaking it makes more sense if the monsters are simply guarding them, instead of magically unlocking them with their death asjgjkki. I hope you enjoy!! 

Summary: Scaramouche decides to accompany Lumine on her daily commissions, but he refuses to take them seriously. 

“Hey, wait up!”

A slash of wind dashed across the field, cutting through a charging Hilichurl. It sunk to the ground with a gurgling cry, another behind it quickly meeting the same fate.

“Scara!”

“Catch up if you’re gonna catch up, there’s no sense in waiting.”

Another felled, the grass tensing and fluttering against the resulting impact. It really wasn’t anything impressive, and certainly nothing that Lumine herself couldn’t achieve. The speed of it though… She almost felt bad for the bumbling creatures, each one shot down before they even had a chance to defend themselves. She knew it was necessary, but there was no sense in the excessive cruelty of it all.

She managed to grab him at last as he blew a whimpering slime back into a stone wall. He barely registered her hold on his shoulder, merely huffing in irritation when she tugged him back from his pursuit. “Yes? Was there something you need?”

Irritation prickled up Lumine’s spine, and she resisted the urge to shoot back something snarky of her own. She had originally invited him along on this mission out of grace; the idea of her ‘silly community tasks’ amused him and he had wanted to witness these errands she was so willing to put up with. Or at least, that’s what he had claimed, anyway. He seemed entirely bored of it now, if his break neck pace was anything to go by.

“Look,” she said, as calmly as she could. “I appreciate your help, but don’t you think I should be responsible for at least some of the kills I was assigned?”

Scaramouche scoffed, blithely shrugging her hand off as he tossed aside yet another slime. “Please. If I were to let you do it, we could be here all day—this is much easier. Is the next task more challenging? I was hoping for a fun afternoon; I didn’t realize you just ran around fighting the wildlife.”

“Hilichurls are hardly wildlife and you know that.” She grabbed his hand as he went to kill another, fixing him with a look. “If you hate it so much, why don’t you just go home? I can do this without you anyway.”

“Trying to get rid of me?”

“Are you offering?”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, giving a tight smile. “Charming. You know, maybe if you cut the attitude, less people would be after you all the time.”

“I have the attitude?”

Instead of answering, he took the higher, more ‘noble’ route of ignoring her to instead kneel down by the chest glimmering in the center of the room. As he fiddled with the lock, a task he clearly didn’t know how to do that he really should have left to her, Lumine sighed, watching him patiently in case he decided to make any wrong moves.

Wind tousled his cape, the fabric blowing gently in the breeze to reveal the thin clothing underneath it. He looked so small from this distance, a fragile thing just like her—human. It was strange to think that someone like him could have ever posed a threat to her, let alone Mondstadt.

The wind picked up as Scaramouche cursed in frustration, his shirt billowing up to reveal the small quiver of skin on his back. Goosebumps prickled at the small of his back, most likely due to the chill.

“The lock.”

The words were so sudden that she jumped, quickly diverting her attention back to the scene at hand and hoping that he hadn’t noticed the blatant staring.

“What about it?”

“It’s not opening.”

“That does happen to be the point of them,” Lumine agreed, biting back a smile. “Are you saying that after all that talk, you can’t open a simple lock?”

Scaramouche scoffed, but that was answer enough. She gestured for him to move aside, kneeling down besides him. The lock was bulky and convoluted to an outsider maybe, but fairly simple if you had done any of these sorts of missions before. Scaramouche watched her as she worked, clearly trying to hide his interest as he observed her techniques. It was interesting, the way his face softened in the moment—no longer the smug, narcissist from before, but a curious observor.

Before, when they had been enemies of sorts, Lumine had been able to comfortably settle into that role. It was easy to hate someone when they were trying to kill you all the time. Now they were… well. Something. Friends felt too broad and inaccurate of a term for her feelings towards him.

And now there were all these moments between them, such as now, that made her wonder if friends might be an understatement as opposed to the other way around. He had obstinately remained right beside her, and she could feel his presence over her shoulder, a constant force setting her on edge and making her miss the entrance to the lock with the pick.

“Are you saying that after all that talk, you can’t open a simple lock?” Scaramouche mimicked snidely, a childish grin twitching at his face. Lumine felt her stomach clench with irritation and slight embarrassment. “I thought you were supposed to be the expert on this, after all.”

“I am.” Lumine huffed, trying to focus her attention at the task at hand. But as Scaramouche had shifted back, the folds of his shirt had slid up once more to reveal that same sliver of skin. As her gaze was diverted to the exposed vulnerability, Lumine had an idea both to get him off her back and to preform a slight attitude adjustment.

“Hold on, I think there’s a bug,” she lied, forcing a casual nonchalance as she nodded over to him. “On your back. I can grab it for you if you want.”

“What?” he seemed distracted, hastily throwing a glance over to her before turning back to the lock. “Oh, sure, whatever. Just hurry up; if each of these errands is just as mind-numbingly boring, I would prefer to get through them as soon as possibleHE!”

His voice broke off into a sudden squeak as Lumine’s fingers scrabbled over his back in an attempt to rid him of the supposed ‘bug’. The squeak quickly transformed into a cough and a stuttered exhale as he reached back to slap her fingers away—only to find his hand quickly snatched up by her own.

“You’re ticklish,” Lumine noted, eyes sparkling with triumph. “I honestly didn’t think that was going to work—it seems too innocent a thing for someone as cynical and power hungry as you.”

“I’m not!” Scaramouche snapped back, but the words were less intimidating as usual, nerves getting the best of him. “Someone like me doesn’t possess such silly weaknesses. You only startled me, that’s all. Now if we could return back to the task at ha—Lumine!”

Not willing to give up this opportunity, Lumine quickly knocked him onto his back in a maneuver that possibly could have been gentler, but he deserved it after her treatment today. With one leg tossed securely around his waist, she dragged the trapped hand above his head. It was surprising how easy it was to pin him down—almost like he wanted to be caught.

“Lumine,” he repeated indignantly, body tensed in anticipation of whatever she had in store for him. “I demand that you let me up now. This is hardly conducive to the mission.”

“Ah, contraire, my easily angered fellow, I would argue it is very conducive to the mission.” She placed a hand over his stomach, gently twitching her fingers under the folds of his shirt. He shifted underneath her, a flush evident on his face; it was unclear whether it was due to anger or embarrassment. “I let you come with me because I thought you could be useful, but thus far all you’ve done is complain. So, maybe if I show you what happens to those who complain, the rest of these commissions will go a lot smoother. What do you say?”

Scaramouche simply glared at her, refusing to give an answer. “I will end you if you do this.”

“No, you won’t.”

“And what makes you so sure?”

“Because you could have easily gotten out of this if you wanted to, and yet, you’ve hardly lifted a finger to stop me despite that free hand of yours.”

His flush, if possible, burned brighter, but before he had a chance to defend himself, Lumine set her fingers into motion, carefully tapping about his sides and stomach in a devastating spider crawl. Scaramouche’s mouth snapped shut and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out these new sensations. She twitched her hand directly over his stomach and he stifled a startled noise, his leg jerking up just slightly.

“Tickle?”

“F-Fuck you,” he managed, gripping the grass with his free hand in a chokehold.

“So crass, Scara.” That same hand dragged lower, casually drawing a finger along his waistline. He inhaled sharply, his lips twisting into something that almost resembled a grin. “If I had known you were ticklish back when we were still fighting, defeating you would have been much easier. I’m hardly even touching you and yet you’re this tense. Calm down, it’s only a bit of tickling.”

She accentuated the sentence with a scribble of her fingers that prompted a stutter of a giggle from the trapped man as his leg slammed up into her back. She clucked her tongue lightly, continuing the ticklish path over to his hips. “Ah, ah, ah, Scara, fighting is not going to make this any easier for you—I recommend just lying back and taking it.”

“You—y-yohouu—gehEHA!” He arched back with a shriek as she grabbed his hip suddenly, both legs kicking up dirt as he flailed. All pretenses of holding in his reactions faltered as he quickly succumbed to a round of breathless giggles. His free hand had torn up quite a bit of grass in his attempts to distract himself, and now he brought it up to his face to try to hide at least some of his embarrassing reactions. “Luhuhuhumine! T-Thihis ihihis huhuhumiliatihiHIHING!”

“Hardly.” Another squeeze, each one climbing higher and higher and forcing him to scrabble anxiously on the ground to try to back away from her. “It’s cute. If anything, this is an improvement to your normal behavior. You don’t look half as irritating when you’re giggling.”

Though she was only teasing, it was true. Pinned and cackling on the ground as he was, he looked… well. Cute. Annoyingly cute, actually, for how much of a nuisance he had been earlier.

She felt a blush of her own rising to the tips of her ears, and she shoved down those thoughts for a later date. Now was not the time to be having those thoughts.

She gently climbed up his ribs and he squeaked as she reached the top, muffled protests slipping out from behind his hand.

Jackpot.

“How about this,” Lumine offered, teasing at the very edge of his ribs while she talked. He twitched and squirmed underneath her, unable to hold still even under such gentle treatment. “I’ll stop if you promise not to make any more comments for the rest of the mission. No snide remarks, no sarcastic monologues, and no insults. Think you can manage that?”

Scaramouche struggled to arrange his face into something obstinate, a difficult task when her fingers never stopped moving. “I-I’m not agreeing to ahanything. N-now lehet me up.”

Lumine shrugged, crawling her fingers under his arm at last. “Oh well. It’s your funeral.”

Scaramouche threw his head back in frantic laughter, his hand finally flying down from his face to try to tug at her own. But no matter how hard he pulled, it did nothing to dissuade Lumine. His energy was quickly being sapped by the tickling, and he couldn’t focus enough to try to blow her off of him. His world had become a constant stream of it tickles it tickles it tickles and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop this.

Yet, despite his rising desperation, five minutes passed by without him stopping her. Five minutes of nails dragging devastatingly under his arms, five minutes of unbearable sensations lighting his nerves on fire, five minutes of shrieky, babbling laughter that he had zero hope of reigning in. Briefly, Lumine considered pointing out the suspicious resistance to him, but she eventually decided against it; he was already embarrassed enough as is, and despite what she had said earlier, she wanted him to stick around.

It wasn’t until Lumine reached behind her mostly out of curiosity to squeeze his knee that Scaramouche finally jerked his hand free, scrambling up to tug at her arm.

“OKAY ohokay, juhust stop ahahalready! He fell back on the ground in defeat, tired giggles shaking his frame. “I’ll shuhut u-uhuhp just stop tihiHIHIHIckling!”

At last, she released him with a satisfied smirk, clambering off of as she allowed him to regain some of his composure. He breathed heavily on the ground, his whole face flushed pink from the endeavor.

“You okay down there?” she asked, unable to help the light amusement in her voice. He directed a glare at her in response that seemed slightly less venomous than it could have been under the circumstances.

“Don’t think I’ll forget about this,” he said, the threat not as intimidating when interspersed with residual giggles. “I’ll get you back. It’ll be when you least expect it, when you think this whole thing has finally blown over—that will be when I strike. I hope for your sake that you prepare for the day, as I promise I won’t be merciful.”

The thought sent a shiver down Lumine’s back, but she ignored it, turning her attention back to the locked box as she talked. “Right, well, none of that matters right now, does it? And if you try anything, I’ll just pin you right back down and we can repeat this afternoon.”

“Sadist.”

“Brat.”

She bit back a small smile as she finally unlocked the box to reveal several pouches of moira.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

[wolint]

FRESH MANNA

STICK WITH IT TO THE END

2 Kings 2:9-10

There are starters only and there are starters and finishers. A lot of people know how to start something but have no idea or drive to keep at it until it ends.

Surely, we’ve all done it: we start something new and then leave it unfinished because it’s too hard, we lost interest or we just couldn’t handle the commitment.

There's nothing wrong with leaving a project if your part at that stage is done and someone else needs to manage it from there, especially if it’s to be handled by different people, but it’s a problem if you always start and abandon projects halfway.

We passionately start something new with so much enthusiasm without thorough thoughts and plan of the duration and commitment it would take to complete, or the sacrifice and labour it would involve.

When we realize we aren’t sure about the next step, we become stuck. We usually don't recognize that we’ve essentially quit trying.

We may just put off getting back to it until we imagine it will be effortless to start again, but nothing worth doing is effortless.

There will always be obstacles in our paths when we embark but we must look for ways to get around, over or through them, if every time we come across these obstacles, we quit, we would never finish anything.

Sometimes, these obstacles may just be a test of our seriousness or to strengthen our resolve, like Elisha. Imagine if he’d given up and gone back each time Elijah told him to! Elisha had asked for a double portion of Elijah’s anointing, but how was Elijah to know how serious Elisha was in receiving the double anointing he asked for and if he would stick to the end?

The assignment was if Elisha saw Elijah being caught up in heaven, he can have what he asked for, it’s the same for us. How do we know our capacity and capabilities if we give up at every curve?

It is very important to see things through to the end especially an assignment from the Lord. The Bible instructs us in Luke 14:28-30 to plan properly and make sure we have the resources and capital we need before we embark on any project so that we don’t give up. Essentially, count the cost!

You can just hear Elijah saying to Elisha “If you stick with me until the end and finish what you started, then you may have what you asked for”.

Many people, including believers, ask God for things in prayer but are unwilling to do what’s required to receive what’s been asked for. Asking is always the easy part but sticking to it and seeing things through to the end is more challenging than we can manage sometimes.

Everything in life requires hard work, we will encounter unexpected detours, betrayals, misunderstandings, and many unpleasant things but we must endure: endurance is needed for going all the way and sticking to the end.

Jesus said anyone wanting to follow Him, must be willing and ready to take up their cross, if we can’t stick to anything we start to the end, how do we stick to carrying our cross to the end?

Life will happen and challenges will creep up, but we must hold on and stick it out to the end, no matter what the challenges are. If it matters to you, start it and if you start it, stick with it to the end until it’s finished.

PRAYER: Lord, grant me the inner strength to hold on to whatever I start until it’s finished in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Shalom

Women of light international prayer ministries.

[missmvrder]

Reading people was something Astrid had to learn, something that she perfected over the years. It was one of the most important skills in her line of work, one that was often overlooked. Too many people relied solely on their abilities to fight, to hurt others, and while she could throw a punch, not one that would disable anyone but strong enough to give her time or aim a gun, these things rarely came up in her life. It was because of her ability to know when things were bound to get sour. That, and she was a hell of a runner. Despite her ability to read others, she couldn't deny that Silas was different, harder to pick. Which suited her, Astrid loved a challenge, but that also meant she hadn't pick up his tells yet, which could be dangerous. Because the only thing about him she could tell so far was that he was dangerous. Dangerous and careful, which only made him even more serpentine. It wasn't that she wasn't nervous about the situation but Astrid knew how to hide her emotions so well she often did it even from herself. And right now, she had convinced herself that everything was fine and so her anxiety hadn't ebbed out of her.

"Well that's probably for the best," she said when Silas couldn't recall her grandmother. It was true what she said about her, that she was an awful gossip. Her parents had a fallout with her, hence why Astrid hadn't been back since she was a teen. And had it not been for this assignment, she probably wouldn't have come back or feel the need to see the house she once felt so comfortable in. Her parents said some awful things about the woman but it never reconcile with the grandmother she had known. Going down memory lane was not her style, leaving the past well behind but the more she talked about having want to drive past the old house, the more she wanted that. "Those were the worst to her, the ones without a fleck on their Sunday's clothes, the ones without anything to gossip about," she said with a laugh.

Astrid was prepared for this little encounter to be as far as it went and so she was genuinely surprised Silas offered her a ride back in town, even if it wasn't with him. Either she hadn't been deemed a treat or he truly wanted her gone. "That'd be awfully great. The sun is killing me and who knows how long that towing could be," she said with true gratitude. Meeting another Desjardins, and so soon, was more than she thought she could achieve. Hopefully the drive wasn't to dump her body but it was a risk she was willing to take. "It's not much but I can get her coffee or a drink as a thank." If the ride back into town went well, she would send some basket later in the week as a thank you. "You've already helped so much with calling and now this. I'm a firm believer in giving back so if there's anything I can do, you let me know."

well, wasn't she all sweetness and light? the makings of a true southern belle. buttery blonde hair and a thousand watt smile. her entire demeanor and everything she said should've eased silas' paranoia, but he knew better. he knew that sometimes the sweetest women were the most dangerous ones. silas didn't have that luxury. he enjoyed a good con himself, especially hustling pool or darts in roadside bars all across the south, but there was no hiding his intentions. especially not when people knew his last name, but even perfect strangers saw silas and knew he was bad news. he entered a room and the air got heavier, corners got darker. he used his reputation and—he didn't know the correct word for it, but his younger sister probably would've said aura—as a warning shot. looking at the woman now, this astrid, he wondered why she wasn't nervous. most people were around him. he felt like a livewire most of the time. if she was nervous about anything, it was damned car. "hm, agnes johnson." he repeated, placing his hands on his hips. tipping his head backwards in thought, his cowboy hat brim brushed the top of his shoulders. "can't say i'm too familiar with any johnsons 'round here, but that don't mean much. i'm not home too often." he spent most of his time on the road, only returning to the ranch when his dad had a 'job' for him. he would be sure to ask his mama or his sister later if they knew of her grandmother. silas looked back down at astrid, "don't know what she'd have to gossip about. we're upstanding citizens, us desjardins." it was a private joke and he smirked at it. if only people really knew how low they really got. "so you need a ride back to town? i can ask my mama if she'd take you back." he certainly couldn't invite her up to the main house. maybe the stables, if she fought him on it, but no farther. / @missmvrder

[mayihavethisdancedear]

Signing Subordinate

♡ Reader is gender neutral ♡

◇ No warnings ◇

♧ 1.3k words ♧

You were invited by your superior, Pantalone, to a ball. As you both arrive, a very wealthy man approaches both of you as he tries to talk he cant seem to get his words out right, but you notice that he signs as he talks. You understand that he's deaf and translated as a sign to speech for Pantalone. What will his reaction be?

As the subordinate or assistant, if you would like to call or that, it can be challenging, especially being Lord harbinger, Pantalone's subordinate. You do things on the daily for him, let him know his schedule, assign meetings with business partners, do never-ending paperwork, and the list can go on. But him inviting you as a plus one to a ball he would be attending for his status and as he has said before 'To make new business partners' and he also said that you being there to assist him would be beneficial. So you agreed to go. Balls that weren't exactly on your job description, but it would be nice to attend one, job or not.

So, you are now dressed up looking nicer than usual. Now Pantalone wouldn't have you dressed in rags and your hair looking bland, especially as his assistant. You are within his personal carriage he travels within, sitting across from him. You can't help bit feel nervous about going to such a party, you didn't have a rich background and was offered to do this job by your good friend Childe, saying he trusted you and so should the other harbingers. He glances up at you and says, "What's wrong dear, you look quite anxious?" You look away from the winter landscape through the window as look at him and then look down, saying,"I've never been to such a party or ball in my life before. Especially an upper-class one." He looks at you a bit disappointed but your statement but then smirks."Perhaps I should bring along more then."

You both shortly arrive to the beautiful manor as he holds his hand out for you to get out of the carriage, as you thank him. You both walk in, and everybody is sure to notice the most wealthy man the teyvat has ever seen. You follow behind him, you can't feel but feel lost in such an environment so, you stay by his side. After a while he grabs a drink and starts talking to his 'business partners' striking up new offers and opportunities even introducing you to some of them saying "If you ever want to see me, make sure to get it through my assistant. I only pick the best to work with me."

As he finished up a conversation with one of his partners, you two are now standing alone, as he sips on whatever drink he's having, and you can't but eye the dessert table. As you were cut out of your thoughts when an attractive man around the same age as Pantalone and you, approaches. Pantalone smiles at man. "Hello sir, I haven't seen you around here before." The man tries to get his words out, but Pantalone can't seem to understand. You look at his hand and realize he signs as he talks. You quickly realize he's hard of hearing.

You end up in front of Pantalone instead of beside him. As you sign to the man, "Hello, my name y/n, his name Pantalone." The man smiles at you as you're sure he's glad someone else knows sign language. As you finished spelling Pantalones name, you looked up at him, a surprised and quite shocked expression shown on his face. You the look back to the man and sign "How can I help you today sir? I could translate, you sign, I talk." You give the man a questioning look along with your signed question he nods and signs 'thank you and a yes'.

You then talk to Pantalone as he starts signing, "His name is Mr. Alexia and he is born deaf. He was wondering if you both could make a deal as he would provide alliance and materials if you were to give some funds to his first deaf school in Scheznaya. He is willing to do a meeting if you would like, as kind y/n could translate for me." You smile at the nice compliment as you look up to Pantalone, who is peeked with curiosity. "Y/n, dear, please tell him to discuss matters with you about the meeting, I would very much like to hear what Mr. Alexia has to offer." You nod and sign it to the man, Pantalone smiles as you do so. Once you finish the man signs, 'Yes, of course. Thank you for this opportunity.'

You and the Mr. Alexia sign in front of Pantalone, you manage to fill in a time for his meeting and then he signs you a question 'Are you two together or married?' You can't help but let a small laugh as you're sure Pantalone is questioning what so funny. Your laugh dies down a bit as you sign.'No way, he's my boss!' You make stern face when you sign boss he chuckles and nods you two then part ways and say your goodbyes.

Then, when he leaves, Pantalone grabs ahold of your shoulder and says, "Did you get everything sorted out?" You nod "Yes we did. I'll have to put the meeting in your calendar." He smiles as he looks at you. You can't help but smile a bit. He then says, "So, why didn't you tell me you could sign such a language?" You respond back."You never really asked, and I thought I wouldn't need it until now." He nods and then thinks for a moment until he says,"Well, I knew I kept you around for something." He chuckles a bit as you give an annoyed look but not at him. He's still your superior.

"Oh, but I have to ask, what were you two giggle about in front of me. It's not nice to keep secrets, you know." He voice sounding low and curious. You then feel a bit of a warmth rush up to your cheeks as you feel a bit embarrassed to tell him. "Um, well he asked if you and I. Were um, together." You state as he raises an eyebrow and grins,"and I suppose him not meaning your place in your profession with me. Hmm?" He leans in a bit almost as if he's teasing you. "Well, what did you tell the kind man?"

"Well, I told him you're my superior," you remark back at him. "You don't have to make such a stern face when signing that." He gives a obviously teasing pout after saying that. But then he says unexpectedly, "I'll have to change your status then. Say, how do you sign together?" You look up at him he shows a broad smile. You then ball your two hands into fists and then put them together. He copies your actions and then points at you and then him and signs together.' he states "Well did I do it, right?"

"Yes, um, yes you did, in fact!" You feel a bit flushed as he usual charming smile rest on his face. He then grabs your hand and says, "You've never been to such a ball before right. Allow me to dance with you?" You nod as he leads you to where the music starts playing and dancers begin. You look at the man you translated for feeling the vibrations of the music, and you can't help but smile.

Who knew translating would get you closer to your superior, or should you say, your equal

Authors Note: Okay, so, for school, I have to do forgien language, so I'm learning ASL! I thought, why not incorporate my learning with my writing? So, here's my attempt. I did the best I could with the signs and trying not to make Pantalone too out of character. Anyways have a great day, my dears!

-May

Masterlist

[burnedbyshoto]

split

— Shouto becomes victim of a quirk accident. In that he become two people who get along as well as fire and ice do. They clash at every moment, and only seem to agree on one thing: their love for you. Or in which Shouto gets split into two by a quirk that spilts chimeras and in order for peace to be found you find yourself in a threesome with two halves that make the one you love most.

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pairing: split!todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, threesome, split!shouto, anal, double penetration, blowjob, rimming, cunnilingus, cursing, degradation, praise 

word count: 8,930

a/n: LMAOOOOOO this waas actually fun to write the names I gave them were super easy because I am uncreative. I used an anons rec for shoutos hero name: reisho so that’s what that is. and thank you to my lovely canasian for finding the original drabble I wrote. pls enjoy!

kinktober day 6 main kink: threesome

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“What’s going on?”

It was a series of words that often came out of your mouth because, as a Pro Hero, there were many times where you had no idea what was going on. It usually ranged from asking why Kaminari and Kirishima were giggling and avoiding your gaze when you walked into a room to coming onto an active battle where Bakugou and Midoriya were bloodied and crazed. There was nothing off-limits to those words, as they were, after all, said in complete confusion. 

“Where is he?!” you tried again, watching as nineteen different eyes look everywhere but at you.

However, it was without given when you watched your twenty -- wait, was that twenty-one? -- former classmates both stumble into one another as they turn to face you.

“Y/l/n-chan!” Mina squeaked, stepping up from the crowd, trying to cover up the two people in there that you couldn’t quite recognize as your classmates. “How was patrol? I heard that Todoroki-kun left you midway!”

You wished that last comment didn’t make your cheeks burn as intensely as it did.

Today had been one of the rare days that you had gone off on your route with your boyfriend, Todoroki Shouto. Both of you watched the busy streets and whispering between yourself as you avoided the masses, not wanting to get caught up with fan interactions that were rather unneeded. But there had been a large altercation that required Shouto’s expertise. Specifically, the voice at headquarters commanded that you stay on patrol while Shouto would leave. So you had watched as Shouto placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb softly petting your cheek, his smile warm.

“I’ll be back,” he had promised before taking off in a mist of ice and fire.

You continued the rest of your patrol with a rather childish pout on your face, you hadn’t enjoyed being sidelined like this, but you calmly assessed the situation. It probably wasn’t a fight you would be much aid in, and there was never a reason to send more than enough heroes onto a single area. But your route was coming to an end, and Shouto had still yet to reappear. Trying not to overthink it, you frowned while passing a store with TVs out in front.

Staring at the bright, flashing screen, you suddenly felt a sense of panic at the headliner: Chimera Quirk-Wielding Villain Apprehended by Pro Heroes Froppy, Pinky, and Reisho. (slight injuries on the hero team.)

With concern pitting up horribly in your stomach for your friends and boyfriend, you finished your assignment as calmly as you could, before finally getting to rush back to your agency. You had taken to the rooftops to get there as quickly as you could.

Through all that, you found yourself right where you had been in the beginning, staring at Mina, who despite the few scrapes of dirt and soot on your costume, looked normal. Your eyes glanced over at Tsuyu, who, like Mina, was unharmed -- which left Shouto.

“Something strange happened during that battle,” Momo spoke up, her face set with concern, her eyes, although not horrified, was definitely a bit at a loss for an explanation.

“Wha--?”

“The person we fought against could make chimera’s out of people, but the limits of their quirk meant that once they made a chimera, they couldn’t add more to the creation,” Mina explained, her head nodding as she looked from Momo to you. Her fingers were tugging at her pink curls, and you tilted your head.

“Is Shouto still smashed together with someone or something?” you asked, a bit hesitant to see what potentially horrific creation your boyfriend could have turned into. “I’ve seen Shouto show up home after the poop-villain fiasco, I swear I won’t cry if he’s ugly!”

“Well, no, kero,” Tsuyu frowned, her finger pressing to her lower lip as she tilted her head. “Mina-chan and I were a chimera for a bit, and the quirk has a limit when they make a chimera.”

You didn’t like how that was worded.

“Just fucking show her the idiots who threw the match!” Bakugou snapped, his eyebrows furrowed as he shoved the crowd away in the middle, parting them like Moses did the red sea. 

Idiots? You thought, your confused expression growing as you looked from Bakugou’s frowning face onto what they had been hiding from you.

And you instantly understood why when you were greeted with two heads. One entirely redheaded, the other entirely white-haired, each with identical faces who looked at you with the same tone to their eyes.

“You see, their quirk can also separate chimera’s, and well… I — we, guess that Todoroki-san is one,” Momo informed you as you stared at opposite replicates of your loving boyfriend. “The villain said they’ve never split a natural-born human chimera before, it had been their first time, so the lasting effects of the quirk are unknown.”

The redheaded Shouto still sported a scar on his face, but he felt completely different. His face was cold, stare distant, and burning with a suppressed, denied fury that you couldn’t recognize on him outside of a battlefield. But even with the cold look encompassing his body and stature like a thick sheet of ice, when he looked at you with his set of two burning turquoise eyes, you knew his feelings for you were still the same.

The white-haired Shouto had no scar, and he looked much closer to the man you knew currently, except maybe a bit more open? His face quipped into a smile, his eyes swimming with mirth, joy, and content with finally seeing you here, all good emotions but emotions you weren’t used to him exposing to the public like this. But even with the warm, loving look burning softly around him, his set of grey eyes shone with feelings you knew were true.

“My boyfriend is split into two?!”

There was something wrong with that sentence, something that carried heat because the moment you said those words, both Shouto’s seemed to freeze next to each other. Icy and fiery glares meeting in an electric firestorm as Deku promptly dragged you out of the room with Momo and Mina. You struggled against Deku’s iron grip, only seeing white-haired Shouto’s jaw drop in the beginnings of a speech while redheaded Shouto glowered at him with all the intensity he could muster.

“Y/l/n-san, we need you to never, ever mention that they’re the same person,” Deku immediately spoke as soon as the door between the hallway and the room where the Shouto’s were closed. “He’s — they’re — not handling that information very well, and are acting rather… immature about who the real ‘Todoroki-kun’ is.”

“They’re not connected by the same mind?!” you spluttered, your own mind feeling like it was split down the middle at the hypothesis that your boyfriend was both of these men, but none of them. “So, it’s like a split personality manifesting completely?”

“We’re a bit sure on how to compare it to something such as dissociative disorder,” Momo spoke calmly, undoubtedly her mind working a mile a millisecond to make sense of the strange predicament you all were in. “He’s been in here for some time now. And from what we’ve managed to question from him, both parts of Todoroki-san remember everything. It seems they differ in just how they felt about it on an emotional basis.”

You blinked once, twice.

“Do you mind giving me an example?”

Goddamn idiot you were.

“Well, I guess the bigger emotional differences were during our high school years,” Midoriya mumbled, his fingers pinching his lower lip in thought. “A good example would be why he challenged me during the sports festival. Redhead Shouto said he did it because he hated Endeavor so much back then he was willing to prove his strength no matter what. White-haired Shouto says it was an overreaction on his own part and that he’s truly sorry.”

You frowned.

“It almost sounds like if Todoroki-san’s quirk had been only one of his parents, and his two halves are insights to the life he would have led if he had only one,” Momo offered a pursed stare. She didn’t seem too sure of her conclusion, but for you, it was enough.

“Honestly, you were the only one I saw both Todoroki-kun’s act the same toward!” Mina exclaimed, her hands grabbing your shoulders as she leaned in close, a sly grin on her face. “It’s like the two of you are destined lovers, no matter how the world is!”

“Mina!” you whined, feeling utterly embarrassed as she snickered loudly, her eye falling into a wink before straightening up.

“Alright, so just a recap: don’t mention which one is the ‘real’ Todoroki,” Mina warned, already moving back into the room.

“What do we call them then?” you whispered, feeling not at all prepared to stare at two, stupid hot versions of your same boyfriend.

“Ah-ha, well,” Midoriya smiled embarrassed, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as you all walked back in. “Only Kacchan brought up a nickname so far.”

“YOU STUPID FUCKING RED HALF!” Bakugou’s voice roared the moment the door opened, and immediately, you were pulled back into the mess of the situation. “I’LL MURDER YOUR ASS!”

“Someone was clearly not raised on manners,” came the snide remark from Shouto’s white half, and you watched on in horror as your old male classmates worked together to hold off all three rambunctious boys to keep from fighting.

“LET GO OF ME, SHITTY HAIR! I’LL GIVE THEM BOTH NEW SCARS IF THEY KEEP ACTING LIKE THIS!”

But you stared at the apathetic face on Shouto’s red half, his eyes somehow empty, dull, and angry as he glared at Bakugou.

Red half.

Red.

You looked at Shouto’s white half that was grinning at the challenge, icy frosting off his body akin to the explosions on Bakugou’s fists as he egged him on. 

White.

That would be easy enough.

You snorted, before walking forward, grabbing your boyfriend(s) hands in yours, and they quickly turned to look at you. Their gazes turning warm and full, their demeanor utterly different as the raging Bakugou faded into the background. 

“So, I’m sure you both know what’s going on at the moment,” you spoke clearly, just loudly enough to be heard over the popping explosions on Bakugou’s palms. “I also know you’re both confident in who you are, but the truth is you both have the same name, so we’re going to need a new thing to call the both of you. Is that okay?”

“Ah, I see,” white-haired Shouto nodded, his hand tightening around yours, his thumb running along the backside of your palm. “You will continue to call me Shouto, and we will call him, the Imposter.”

Wait, what?!

“I’m not the imposter,” redheaded Shouto rolled his eyes, taking the hand he held up to his lips, pressing a gentle, warm kiss to your knuckles — it contrasted chillingly with the cold, aloof tone he continues to have with his white half. “I am, after all, the one with the facial scar. It is the most recognizable feature of me. Clearly, you’re the imposter.”

You had to ignore the way your stomach fluttered and how your cheeks exploded in heat as both Shouto’s were suddenly kissing your knuckles. They only went further after leaving warm, chilling kisses on your skin. For they pulled you closer by your waist, a physical challenge between the two to claim you. Even though they both were for you.

It was only made worse by the wide-eyed, cheek splitting grins, and spluttering noises made by your old classmates who relished in this rom-com type embarrassment.

“Oh my god, enough!” you squeaked, trying to shove both overpowering men away from you.

“See, you’re being too much,” white-haired Shouto snapped, ripping you from redhead Shouto’s hold.

“Let. Y/n. Go.” redhead Shouto growled, hand exploding with fire, and you wrestled yourself out of white-haired Shouto’s hold to press your palms flat against each of their chests.

“You both better calm down right now, or else I’ll send you off with our friends until you’re back to normal!” you snap, your cheek radiating with explosive heat. With the threat heavy on their minds, redhead Shouto took away his flame, and white-haired Shouto took a less defensive stance. Relieved with their current treaty, you thrust a finger at both halves, looking between your way too amused classmates and your boyfriend(s). “You will be called Red--” you jabbed redheaded Shouto with your finger-- “and you will be White!” you spoke clearly, tapping white-haired Shouto with your other finger.

“Am I understood?”

Silence.

You glared at your boyfriend(s) who were staring down at you with wide eyes and gaping jaws.

“I said, am I understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” your boyfriend(s) sputtered.

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Highlight of Day One of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“Where is Red going to sleep?” White asked as you settled into the, thankfully, large bed the two -- now three -- of you shared. “On the floor?”

The bed had been a present from Endeavor when Shouto had moved into your apartment with you. It was much bigger than anything you owned, and while you hadn’t been fond of the length and stretch of the bed, you indeed were grateful for it now.

“Y/n likes to be warm when she sleeps,” Red duly noted, glaring at White the entire time it took him to crawl onto the right side of the bed. He settled right by you, arm wrapped around your waist, chin grazing against your temple. “You sleep on the floor.”

“You need comfort to stay beautiful, and since you’re eliminated from being that because of the scar on your face, you can sleep on the floor!” White countered while reciprocating the same position Red was doing.

Red’s eyebrow twitched at that before his glare soured and became icy cold, “I have the bigger co--”

“Both of you shut up now!” you snap, the palms of your hands shoving their faces away from one another. You were feeling more like a mother to a pair of troublesome twin toddlers than the girlfriend of your boyfriend(s). “I don’t want to hear it!” you groan as both their jaws dropped to attempt to speak their mind. “If you can’t shut up and sleep, I’ll sleep on the floor!”

“No!”

“No!”

“Then shut up, love me more, and let’s go to bed!”

…

…

…

“You don’t have the bigger cock--”

“Oh my god!”

“Please don’t go, my love, White is an idiot.”

Highlight of Day Two of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“Well, this is certainly an interesting thing to be experiencing,” Rei’s gentle voice filled the room as both Red and White sat at her sides. Neither one of them touching her, but their gazes warm and soft for their mother. Rei touched the cheeks of both her son(s) and sighed softly before returning her attention to you. “Has it been hard? I do hope they’ve been behaving themselves.”

You smiled in hopes it would help to hide the grimace on your features as you laughed.

Just this morning, the two of them nearly burned down the kitchen while trying to outperform one another in making you breakfast in bed. It was of ample notice to realize that just one Todoroki Shouto was not to be trusted in the kitchen, but putting two Todoroki Shouto’s in there had caused them to somehow burn water and melt the stove.

The eggs they managed to pull together were burnt yet undercooked and had eggshells in them.

It wasn’t the worst meal you’ve had fun enough.

“They’re doing just fine,” you lie, your smile warm at the woman you would hope to one day become your mother-in-law. “Just a bit odd to deal with two people when I’m so used to one.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is. In fact, they initially saw Shouto was to be twins, but he absorbed the other one in the womb,” Rei admitted, a small laugh on her tongue as she politely covered her mouth, her eyes closed in her mirth. “A bit funny how it seems like this could have been the outcome of that life.”

You feel a cold sweat drip on the back of your neck as Red straightens, his eyes darkening as he makes contact with Rei’s arm, and fear thrums through every fiber of your being.

“Kaa-san?”

“Yes, Shouto?” Rei asked, her warm grey eyes taking in Red’s gloomy form.

“White called me ugly.”

Highlight of Day Three of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“My love, I’m not feeling too well,” White groaned on the couch when you first arrived home.

Unfortunately, or fortunately for you, you were still being cleared to work during this time of split Shouto. After a much-needed relatively short time away from home, you had returned after a patrol to a clean apartment living room and Red sitting on the singles armchair, and White sprawled on the couch. 

You froze, Shouto hardly ever got sick! His internal temperature was always so in tune to the things around him that no virus, bug, or bacteria ever managed to infect him with sickness. For all five years of knowing him, you had never once seen him sick.

“Oh my god!” you panicked, rushing to remove your coat and shoes as you ran over to the couch to feel his forehead for a temperature.

He was running a bit cold, as he always did on his right side of his body, so you internally freaked about if this was normal or not! Your Shouto always had a specific spot on his forehead that was considered normal, but this was not your normal Shouto.

You were fucked, so wildly fucked.

“Are you okay? What do you need? I can go get you a blanket. I’ll get some soup going! What medicine do you think you need?!”

“There’s…” White trailed off in his exhaustion, his hands rubbing his face in probably his sick delirium. “There’s only one thing that will help…”

“What is it?” you asked, leaning in closer to him so that his flushed lips were centimeters from your ear.

“I need... “ he trailed off, and you leaned in closer, only to be suddenly trapped in his arms and pulled on top of him. “Some one-on-one time with my beautiful girlfriend!”

The scent of burning leather filled the room.

“WHITE PUT IT OUT! PUT OUT THE FIRE!”

“Princess, I’m not feeling good.”

Good fucking grief.

Highlight of Day Four of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“Hot soba.”

“Cold soba.”

“Hot soba.”

“Cold soba.”

“Hot.”

“Cold.”

“Hot!”

“Cold.”

“The store has both!” you sobbed, your boyfriend(s) adopting their possessive hugging on your body while out in public as you had attempted to get them out of the house because you thought that maybe, just maybe, they were feeling stir-crazy.

“But we always share our soba noodles, y/n,” Red looked down at you, tilting your chin so that you could look at him clearly. “I know you love cold soba more.”

“We get it, Ice Princess, daddy hurt your feelings, and now you still hate everything hot! Get over it; y/n always buys hot soba when you’re not around.”

“G-Guys,” you whimper, suddenly feeling drowned out with the clashing of ice and fire personalities around you as the crowd watched on in bemusement. “Please stop.”

They suddenly both turned on you, their eyes narrowed, faces fierce as they both exclaimed at the same time: “Which soba do you like better?!”

You’re too exhausted of them to even scold them like you had used to anymore.

In the end, they tried to settle it via arm wrestling, which resulted in a horrible tie. They had both tried to use their quirks to win, somehow forgetting in the heat of their battle that their quirks not only canceled each other, but their strength was painfully equivalent. 

Highlight of Day Five of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

To be frank, you missed kissing Shouto.

With them being the way they were and how horribly chaotic they acted, you knew if you kissed one, it would lead to them both impregnating you and slipping an engagement ring on your pretty ring finger well before you were ready for either one of those things. So instead, you stared at both of their equally perfect lips.

Full, slightly pouty pink lips that were somewhat chapped as they always were due to his quirk elements. Full, soft lips that you had felt pressed to your hands and cheeks for the past five days, and yet you craved it to be pressed against your lips, but that was undoubtedly dangerous.

But you continued to stare at Red’s lips, at White’s lips.

You liked seeing how their teeth exposed themselves when they smiled, or how he had barely formed dimples on his cheeks, the smile lines that had finally formed on his previously smooth face. You liked seeing the way he bit on his lower lip when he held his tongue, or how his tongue seductively swiped his lips when he caught you staring.

Wait—?!

You snapped out of your daze, staring at the suggestive, all too pleased look on White’s face as he leaned in close to you while Red was busy performing his daily workout routine.

“You want to fuck while Not-the-real-Shouto’s busy? He won’t know, I promise.”

You flush.

“No!”

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It was day six of split Shouto when you woke up.

Your eyes stinging with exhaustion as you stared up at the ceiling as bodies of ice and fire sandwiched you between them. They snored softly, breathes deep and full in perfect harmony as they slumbered. You hated Shouto. You hated him so much.

This could have been a fantastic experience in your fantasies. Cloning quirks were a thing, and often you would hear about the sexual endeavors many partook in while in the company of someone with such quirk. It seemed like so much fun. Someone existing solely to be fucked, replicated from someone you already trusted.

It seemed perfect.

But here you were. Living the life of many porn fantasies, but the clones — not clones — hated one another. You couldn’t even so much as breathe next to one of them for too long before the other came to rip you away, annoyed, and ready to reclaim you. They were behaving as if you didn’t already belong to them.

Maybe you could have handled the lack of horny, lusting out of your mind sex if they had simply allowed you to kiss them without starting a war. But they claimed they would rather die than see you kiss someone that wasn’t them (singular them).

So, you were struggling.

The internal struggle only grew when they woke up at the same time. Growing when they both exposed their scarred, perfectly muscled, and toned body. It grew when they pressed their sinful body against yours, and you could only look up at them with eyes like a full moon, heat wet in your panties. You wanted something to happen because watching them go at it again for the fifty-third time today suddenly made your mind snap.

Since they wouldn’t seem to quit fighting, you might as well be fucked while they fought amongst themselves. You were a big girl, you could handle two cocks around your body.

At the moment, you were in the communal kitchen living room area. You sat at the table, trying to enjoy your cup of tea while they stood a few strides away from you… arguing.

“Would you both put those mouths to better use than fighting with each other?!” you finally snapped, your hands tugging at the roots of your hair after you placed down your cup of tea. They had been fighting for the past hour as to whether or not Shouto’s first costume idea was created because of Red or because of White. 

Neither one of them claimed responsibility on that one funny enough.

They fell silent immediately. Both their eyes wide, brows furrowed, and jaws gaping like a fish as they tried to separate their conversation from what you just said.

“Better use?” Red stated, his blink slow.

A curling, devious smirk spread on White’s face, “Oh, did my love finally cave to being fucked?”

“I didn’t think you would be into cucking,” Red admitted, his own smirk growing on his face while White frowned and glared at him. “What? It’s obvious it would be you tied up, White. You can’t expect y/n to trust either one of us to sit there, so she’d tie us up. My fire would easily destroy the bonds.”

Ah yes, how could you forget that they’d adopted only one half of the one quirk Shouto possessed. Now while you definitely wouldn’t mind cucking both sides of Shouto at some point, that wasn’t what you were craving at the moment.

“Y/n loves ice trailing down her body, I can definitely satisfy her better!”

“Like I said a few days ago, I have the bigger cock, so shut up and watch us.”

They were going to drive you insane.

Standing up from the table, the chair screeching against the floor as you did so, their attention fell on you. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, your heart fluttering in your chest as turquoise and grey eyes that you could read like nothing gorged into your form. 

You settled between them, feeling dwarfed between their taller, muscled forms. Red was in a white t-shirt and sweats, White in a black shirt and dark jeans. You were unsure as to why you felt so shaken when you pressed your fingers between the valley of their pecs, your tongue heavy in your mouth. You blamed it on the six-day dry-feast the idiots put you in, and the mere thought of finally getting your way was exhilarating. 

“This is what’s going to happen,” you say with no room for arguing, your gaze meeting theirs through your eyelashes. “We are all going to fuck. There’s three of us, and I’m the one who wants to be satisfied, so this will be a threesome. Fuck me any way you want, I don’t care, but whoever starts fighting first gets cucked.”

Red is staring at you with his piercing turquoise eyes, White’s gaze dropped to your tracing finger on his chest. But the consensus was the same.

“Yes, ma’am.”

A warm, fluttery smile breached your face, and you nodded.

“Good… now, fuck me.”

They begin almost immediately. Two initially contradicting forces of fire and ice abandoning their internal surge for power to appease and please you. There’s no stopping the shiver and the moan trapped in your throat when two identical sets of hands you knew and craved the touch of finally made contact with your body. Red’s hands were on your breasts, groping and massaging your mounds of flesh while his mouth pressed tantalizing kisses along the curve of your neck, along the length of your clavicle. 

White had dropped down, his mouth pressing hot, kisses against the flesh of your thighs and your ass. His fingers pushing the sleeping shorts you still wore, his calloused fingers brushing against your clit. 

You openly moaned, hands pressing against both White and Red for some form of support.

“You’re already so wet,” White groans his observation, his finger slicking itself against your wet folds. 

You shake, your head nodding in full understanding as you began to rotate your hips against his finger. Of course, you were so wet, you thought, goosebumps flashing against your entire body when Red pinched your nipples through your light tank. 

“You try living with two of me and be denied every physical need,” you gasped, your voice pitching the moment Red’s teeth sank into the sweet spot on your neck the same time White’s finger curled within your walls. “Fuck…”

“It’s so cute when you whisper like that,” Red noted, his hands lifting your breast, tongue smoothing over your irritated skin. “I bet you didn’t mind our quirk accident because you wanted something like this.”

Now that was definitely something you couldn’t disagree about.

But with the way your body was so desperately deprived and how there were two sources of knowledge on you. Knowing the perfect sensations on your sensitive parts of your body, you pushed them away.

Grey and turquoise blazed into your skin, but you huffed, grabbing them by the hands and pulling on them.

“I want the bed,” you affirm, your cheeks feeling warm, your eyes keeping on theirs. “We’re fucking on the bed.”

“Of course, my love,” they responded together. And the heat in your body seemed to multiple when you pushed through into the room. 

Guiding them into the bedroom, you didn’t release their hands until they were sitting down onto the bed—Red on your right, white on your left.

Their stares are expectant, already clouded with horny, lustful need when you let go of their hands. Before they could ask what was next, you leaned in, opposite hands pressing to each of their crotches, and they both groaned lightly in their chest. You palmed them through their clothes, your cunt throbbing with the fact that you enjoyed watching their hooded, lusting expressions bore into your figure. Biting down onto your lower lip, you stopped a tethering moan from escaping when both their hands grabbed onto your ass.

They fondled the flesh as you continued to palm them, the cock buried within their clothes growing harder and larger with every quick movement of your hand. They both were so hot and dangerously heavy hidden away in the confines of the pants, and you wanted nothing more than to be choking and stuffed full of them both.

But you don’t get your way just yet.

“On the bed,” Red suddenly commands, and you stop a squeak from embarrassingly ripping from your throat. You stumble on the large bed, and both Red and White shift so that there’s enough room for you to be perched between them. Ass on Whites side, face on Red’s, and you feel your body freeze when everything picks up speed.

White’s lips are on the back of your thigh, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin while his fingers take up rubbing your cunt again. Your body trembles under his ministrations, hips shifting, and bucking against him as he once again buries his fingers into your blistering core.

But with the moans singing from your lips, you felt transcended. The way that your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each shift of White’s fingers proving that point, you focused in on Red, who had shoved your breasts over the hem of your shirt. You whimpered loudly when his fingers pinched at both nipples, tugging at the pebbled flesh. 

“Such pretty noises,” Red whispered, his nose brushing against yours, and you throbbed with the need to be kissed. “Are you enjoying this?”

“Yes,” you breathed, “Please give me more, more, please.”

Red inhaled sharply, his eyes blazing like blue fire before finally, he crashed his lips against yours, unable to hold back anymore, and you cried in glorious acceptance. You kissed Red back with everything you had. Your lips slick with your joining, mixing saliva while he continued to press bruising, heated kisses to your mouth. Your hands at one point had attached themselves onto his biceps, and you found your fingernails to be digging through his skin, but Red didn’t care.

He continued to play with your hanging, sore tits, his tongue entering the barricade of your mouth as he kissed you again, and again, and again.

His name spilling from your mouth until you froze, your back tightening the second something more was happening behind you.

White’s finger, covered in the slick of your essence, was probing through your ass all while he continued to finger fuck your cunt.

“Aw, you do like it when my finger goes into your ass!” White chirped, his finger pressing further past your tight rim, sending your mind into a flurry of thoughts and feelings at the sensation of being stretched out, while you collapsed onto the mattress. Red abandoned you. “Your ass always looks so fucking hot when it takes in my finger. It’s like it's sucking me back in whenever I try to pull out. So. Fucking. Hot.”

You could do nothing but choke out White’s name the second the finger curled in your ass and the fingers buried in your cunt came together to press between the thin wall separating the two cavities, and you keened at the feeling.

“White!” you yelled, your eyebrows furrowed in your pleasure, your hips bucking back against his hands. “More! I need more!”

It was at that moment his fingers abandoned your holes, but before you could cry at the loss, Red was back in front of you, naked as the day he was born. But his cock was hard, pressed against his stomach, standing tall and erect for you to suck.

“Come on, angel,” Red spoke, tilting your chin up so that he may press another sizzling kiss to your mouth. “Play with my cock.”

Still, on your knees, your back arched, mouth entirely occupied with Red’s mouth, your hand blindly grabbed his cock and began to jerk him off. You kissed him harshly, thoroughly, not wanting to let him go without exploring and feeling every little thing you could offer while you run your hand up and down his length.

You fully moaned into his mouth when his fingers lightly brushed against your neck, showing how sensitive you are. He runs his hand all the way down to your hips and latches onto your ass cheek. You mewl against him, wondering just why he was doing that when something hot and wet pressed against your cunt.

Breaking off the kiss immediately, you turned around to see White’s face buried into your ass, but his tongue was meeting your cunt with every languid lick.

“Shit!” you curse, your hips bucking and moving to better find White’s tongue against your core. But before you could find your spot, his tongue abandons your cunt and presses back against your tight, tight rim.

Trembling, your eyes roll to the back of your head, all while Red reclaims your lips.

Your hand encompassing his cock began to pick up in speed as White seemed to interchange between tongue fucking your ass and cunt. Whimpering needs only resonated from your mouth into Red’s as you jacked him off sloppily, messily at heightened speeds while you begged for more.

It didn’t take long before they both pulled away from you, and you in your heat daze, teared up as you watched both Red and White step onto the floor, their twin, identical cocks out, leaking with precum that called your name. You didn't need to be told what to do at this point as you stumbled out of bed, falling to your knees right between them.

With Red’s cock in your left hand, you pulled him into your mouth, your right hand expertly, yet blindly jerking White off. You pushed your head as far down as it could go along Red’s cock, your eyes trying to keep on his the entire time. 

Relishing in the fact that his cock went unchanged, your tongue swirled around Red’s cock, your head bobbing along his length, and Red smirked down at you, pressing the tears in your eyes away. Pulling away with a string of saliva connecting his head to your lip, you alternated onto White’s cock, your left hand continuing to jerk off Red.

White groaned at the sudden heat, immersing against his length, his hips snapping into your mouth as you took him all the way in. You had been dating Shouto for a few years now. You were definitely capable of taking him in your mouth in one go without trouble. But it just felt so different with one of your hands stroking off Red, and White’s hands grabbing your head while he thrust into you.

Before you could settle on White’s cock, you switched back to Red, who decided to command your every little instruction.

It quickly became a game between Red and White on who could make you choke and moan the loudest as they fucked your mouth and throat mercilessly. You, thankfully, were entirely enjoying it, your soaked pussy rubbing against your tight panties, and you rutted against the fabric trying to relive the building, fast pressure in your core. 

“Fuck,” White snarled when Red had you completely choked against his cock. His cock was shoved as far down your throat as it could manage, and he kept you there. Painful tears falling from your eyes while your throat struggled to remain relaxed despite the burning lack of oxygen. “Keep her there, Red. Don’t let her move.”

Red, who was only entranced by you for quite some time, looked up with amusement at his other half.

“What, you like this?” Red asked a taunt hidden in his voice but was buried under so much more throbbing lust. “You like seeing y/n choking against a cock?”

You whimpered against Red, your throat muscles fluttering and flaring along his length-- what was he planning?

“Who wouldn’t want to see y/n like this,” White breathed, and you shook at the nonverbal agreement that passed between the two of them.

You whined at the unknown, finally being released from Red’s cock, and you spluttered and coughed, drool and saliva drenching your chin while you turned towards White, ready to do the same. But you shrieked, the wind knocking out of you when they both picked you up from the floor and tossing you onto the mattress. You bounced when you landed. 

Both Red and White quickly moved to remove your clothes until you were naked as well, their eyes glimmering with their treaty, a million ideas undoubtedly pouring through their mind. 

White is on you first. He joins you onto the mattress, his lips pressing and languidly moving against yours, and you moan against him.

“We’re going to start fucking you now, baby,” White whispers against your mouth, his thumb running up against your still spit slicked chin. With just his finger alone, he moves you so that you’re on your hands and knees before him, waiting like an obedient pet. Your eyes flutter open, just barely opened so that you could meet his stormy grey eyes while his thumb slips over your bottom lip and into your mouth. “I hope you’re ready to be fucked… Red?” he called, his thumb pressing down on your tongue, instinctively flaring your gag reflex.

“Hm?” Red answered back, and you stilled when something hot and heavy smacked against your ass. 

Once, twice.

“Fuck her right.”

Silence.

You whimpered against White’s thumb, your eyes watering while you studied his determined, playful face. There's a chuckle from behind you, and you shiver at the fact that you could practically smell the knowing smirk on his face.

“Obviously.”

And then it happens.

Red slams his cock into your awaiting, wet pussy with a pleased groan while you lurched forward onto White at the mighty snap of Red’s hips. Naturally so, you screamed Red's name, your pussy singing in absolute love over the fact that he’s buried entirely within you, undoubtedly claiming you once again.

Before you could sing your praises for Red, White’s shut you up by replacing his thumb with his cock, and you’re forced silent.

When they worked against each other, they were annoying, irritating, and often horrifying, but together? Well, as Red’s cock shoved more profound and deeper into your womb, and White’s cock conquested your throat, you hummed with the pleasure they brought. Together they were powerful, commanding, and unbreakable, and if the sounds of your wet pussy and choking mouth were to prove it, it was more than just a fact. 

You struggled to keep up with Red’s slamming hips, the girth of his cock stretching you out in an all too familiar way, and White driving cock that choked you out every time you moved. You felt dizzy with the thumping, tingling pleasure, your hand that held onto White’s hips clutching his skin, while your other one manipulated and circled your clit.

You wanted to cum. You wanted to so badly.

“You sound so hot choking on his cock,” Red laughed, his hand coming down to spank your jiggling ass with a single, powerful thwack. You bristled at the sensation. “Do more, sweetheart, I know you can do more; we’ve experienced you doing more.”

You garbled as White smirked down at you, your eyes just barely open enough to see the knowing look in his eyes.

“Use that little slut mouth of yours better, baby,” White taunted, his hand coming to pat your hollowed cheeks roughly, quickly, in a few stinging slaps. 

This is what you liked, you realized as you pulled away from his length, mouth swallowing his balls with heightened eagerness, your hand rubbing his length as you did so. White moaned your name, his head dropping in his pleasure as you did so. 

It must have done something for Red, too, because his fingers dug into the skin on your waist, his powerful thrusts becoming quicker, shorter thrusts that moved you against his cock with rattling power and craving lust. You whimpered against White’s balls and cried out in pleasure-filled pain the moment Red spanked you again, and again, and again.

Your cunt was fluttering, squeezing, and beating in time to your heartbeat. The pleasure within you grew from a light warmth to a blazing heat. You cried for more, your knees and thighs shaking for more.

More friction, more fucking, more of Shouto.

“Turn around, you little cockslut,” White grinned, removing you from his balls. “It’s my turn to fuck your pretty little cunt.”

Whining, you did as you were told, your limbs feeling like lead as Red smoothed back the hair falling on to your face.

Before you were ready, not that you minded, their cocks reclaimed your holes.

It was different this time.

They fucked you differently, you realized when White enjoyed pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back into you. His strokes and powerful thrusts send the coil in your stomach to grow tighter and tighter. But Red, fuck, Red had his fingers in your mouth, choking you with them as he slapped your cheek with his cock, his precum mixed with your slick smearing all over your cheek as he did so. 

“I want to make sure that you realize that me putting my cock in your mouth is a blessing,” Red coldly smirked, his eyes blazing with a whole other story. But despite it all, you nodded your head quickly. Altogether agreeing with the claim that you needed to earn his cock in your mouth again. 

“I kno thath,” you whine against his fingers, saliva shamelessly dribbling past your lips, your mouth closing to suck on his fingers. “I promith I’ll apprethciate your giff.”

He could try all he wanted, but Red was whipped for you too.

His cock immediately replaced his fingers, slamming to the depths of your throat, all while the wet noises of your throat and choking voices joined the squelching of your cunt. Your eyes rolled in your pleasure, your cunt thrumming with energy as Red’s hands encircled your throat, choking you while he fucked straight down your throat.

“You looked so pretty earlier when you couldn’t breathe,” Red snarled, his cock twitching in your throat the same time White’s cock twitched in your cunt. “I’m just -- fuck do that again -- trying to get you there… faster… Your throat really feels like your fucking pussy at times, shit.”

You whimper at that comparison as you forcefully clench your throat and cunt around both of your boyfriend's cock. 

But you vibrate when White’s finger traces your rim, his finger not disappearing into your wrinkled muscle, but stimulating it well past teasing. You pull off Red’s cock with a spluttering cough, your eyes burning, but you find White’s gaze immediately. 

“What’s going on, sweetness?” White asked, his eyes glimmering with knowledge of what you want already, but the slick fucker just had to ask.

Too bad you weren’t ashamed of shit around him.

“I want you to fuck my ass,” you moan, your hips slamming back against White’s still shifting cock, your hand clenching one of your asscheeks as you split yourself open for White. “Please fuck my ass.”

“Fuck!” they both seemed to growl, and without so much as a break, White switches from your ass and buries his length slowly into your needy, tight ass.

The pitchy, unstoppable moan from your mouth sends both Red and White into whimpering messes as you collapse onto the mattress, your chest heaving with your heightened stimulus. It was starting to hurt, your lack of orgasm, you just needed a bit more done to cum, and you wanted to.

“Where’s my dick?” White finally growls at you as he bottoms out entirely within you. You tremble at the question, body shaking with every stroke of his cock he makes afterward. “Where is it?”

“I-In my ass!” you wail, your ass clenching around him, trying to make him feel this heated pleasure as strongly as you were. “It’s in m-my ass!”

“Do you love my cock in your ass?” White snarls, his hands gripping your waist and slamming you back onto him, your ass squeezing with the sensation. You can’t speak; your mind is overloaded with feeling and emotion. “Why do I even bother? I know you love my cock in your ass.”

Red comes back into the equation, his hands grabbing your jaw and pressing your mouth against his into a searing kiss. You can hardly kiss him back, your mouth pathetically hanging open as he kisses your teeth, mouth, tongue. So, it shouldn’t shock you that in your near blissful blackout, Red hands your limp arms to White, who holds onto them.

His grasp and hold on your arms elevates you slightly off the bed, your back arched, and breasts exposed as he begins to jackhammer into your ass. You want to scream, you want to shudder and cry your sensations to the world, but Red interrupts once more by pressing his swollen, purpling head into your mouth, silencing you with gags and chokes while they both use you.

They both drive into you with ferocity and power, your body nearly limp and twitching with your ever still denied orgasm that refuses to back down, and the way the lack of oxygen makes you spin as Red’s balls clash against your throat in quick, succinct, patterns.

“Sit down, White,” Red snaps at White, and White, who was ever so entranced at how your ass was swallowing his cock, dumbly nods. “Y/n is about to cum, we need to make sure she cums correctly.”

You whine against Red’s cock, unsure if you heard him correctly when White drops your arms. But instead of falling forward as you thought you would, his relaxed arms wrapped around your waist tightly, bringing you down with him.

Your back was pressed against his chiseled chest. And you moaned at the sensation this angle brought in terms of depth and stretch. Your mouth, freed from Red’s cock, opened in a loud, scratchy moan, undoubtedly raspy from the abuse it went through from the vigorous face fucking.

“R-Red!” you cried, your legs shaking when White hooked his arms under your knees and spreading them out, exposing your wet, slick core to Red, who was merely watching. You shifted pathetically, wanting to have both of them on you, not just one. “Red, please!”

But, White’s hips began to thrust upward, resuming his fucking of your asshole, and you howled in pleasure as he breathed heavily, gasping in your right ear. But as your legs trembled, unsure if White would be able to keep your legs in such position, Red pressed on top of you, his weight keeping your legs spread, and his cock quickly slamming within your cunt.

You had one hand buried in White’s hair, the other slipping behind Red’s back when he pressed onto you. The second their cocks rubbed against each other through the oh so thin wall between your ass and your cunt, you screeched. The hand in White’s hair tugging at his roots harshly, and the hand on Red’s back drawing bloody mountains on his skin.

But this didn’t stop them, the slight pain you gave them doing nothing but making them growl in your ear, making your eyes cross in your oblivion while they continued to fuck you.

Sandwiched between them, your breasts crushed by Red’s chest, and your back buried into White’s chest, White let go of one of your legs that immediately latched around Red’s waist. Your eyes crossed, rolling to the back of your head, your mouth agape, but no noise coming out as every massive, hard thrust sent your soul into a new dimension. White’s hand sneaking between Red’s drilling hips and your cunt to pinch and pull at your clit as you shook like a leaf in a windstorm. You came without realizing it, your walls clenching like a vice against Red’s cock, and your ass clenching around White’s in tandem to your orgasm. Both of them moaning against your salty sweat skin, but neither one of them stopped.

Faster and faster, they thrust into you, gaining such speed and power that you felt akin to a ragdoll as they fucked you. They praised you for taking them both at the same time, senseless names, and wordless praise as you took them without a single wince of pain. You were theirs, they claimed, and they were yours. 

The sounds of their cock drilling into the wet caverns of your cunt and ass, the sticking shivering sound of their balls smacking your ass and cunt.

It was so much, growing to be more and more, until your orgasm was once again growing as you attempted to shift your weak, still trembling hips up and down their length, wanton gasps shrill on your tongue. Your body begging for more.

“Gonna cum,” they whispered together, his deep, raspy voice filling both of your ears, and you wailed as your own orgasm tipped once again.

“Cum in me, please cum in me!” you begged with everything you had.

And with your pleading heavy in the air, they came with you. You moaned at the feeling of the hot, sticky thick ropes of cum filling up both your holes, the cocks spasming uncontrollably within you as their hips continued to ride out their orgasms. Your chest heaves as their snapping hips become rolling thrusts until finally, they stop.

All three of you still joined, all three of you sweaty and tired.

When you pass out, you can barely hear them saying goodbye.

…

…

You wake up, your body sore and bruised around midnight.

You groan, stretching out your neck as you realize that there is no body on top of you or beneath you as that was definitely how you all had fallen asleep a few hours ago. Panic filled you when the bed was empty, and you rushed to your feet, cursing when your knees buckled out from under your weight.

Crashing to the floor, you groaned as you lay there.

“What are you doing on the floor?” an all too familiar voice asked you, and you looked up to see if it was Red or White.

You blinked when instead the once two distinctive heads blurred into one, and you stared at your finally normal boyfriend.

“S-Shouto!” you cried, your body weakly pressing off the floor, your arms stretching to you.

Shouto smiled warmly, softly, the perfect in-between of the facial expressions Red and White would give you.

“I’m back, sorry for scaring you like that,” he whispered as he joined you on the floor, letting your arms wrap him into a firm hug, not wanting to let go as you pathetically began to cry.

The two of you lay naked together on the floor, his soft apologies gathering in your ear as you held him tightly, having missed him entirely.

“Do you remember?” you eventually asked long after Shouto managed to bring you back into the bed. You lay curled into his side, your fingers tracing the marks on his body that you had left on both Red and White. “Do you remember what happened?”

“Yes… and I remember how it all felt too.”

“Ew… perv…”

“Try that again? Ms. ‘I-want-your-cock-in-my-ass’.”

“SHOUTO!”

[modx-reborn]

and so 🥮 anon returns again

simpbur- the guy melts around you, so sensitive to the little touches you give to him. could never last long and was so easily broken, so that gave fun challenges to you.

you propose an idea: giving simpbur a vibrating butt plug (which you can control its settings (I.e high and low vibrations etc) with a little controller) to have inside of him whilst the two of you go take a walk outside or go shopping for a bit.

within 10 minutes or so, his legs are trembling and he can hardly walk straight, biting his lip to quiet his moans and little noises. to add insult to injury, you tease him with soft praise saying how well he’s holding up and how he’ll be rewarded once you both go back home.

was hard to describe this idea so i hope i gave enough to go with lol

Oh ho ho, 🥮... Your ass is P H A T

He always tried his best to keep you happy, to make you feel as good as you possibly could and yet he was still failing half the time, his own sensitivity had gotten the best of him and even the most gentle of touch could get him to melt and shudder into an orgasm when you shower him in your attention. But one stray idea and a joking challenge has a real one brewing in the back of your mind, of how to truly see just how eager to please and willing he was for you.

A few clicks and your card details garter a nice little gift for your precious Simpbur, a neat little plug, all wrapped and place right where he can see it and will almost certainly pick it up to peak at it, so when he is barging through your door box open and the mid-sized plug in his hands, mouth moving a mile a minute as he stammers through questions about who it's for and why the box said remote-controlled but there was no remote? Falling silent as you hold up your phone, His name assigned to a tag and with a flick of your fingers the black plug buzzed to life, tingling his fingers and almost being dropped on the floor as you peck his cheek, cooing at him to be good for you and ask him to prep himself cause you are going out and he would only be coming if he was plugged and pretty for you.

If it weren't for the running water of your shower you would have heard the quiet noises that came with him prepping himself, the soft whines as his own fingers work himself open just enough that the plug takes a little to actually find its place would have been able to maybe catch how he was bent over the edge of his bed, shaking as he thought about what was coming and how he could maybe make you cut it short, to take him out and bring him back so he would not be hard and wanting in public for long.

But you were enjoying getting ready and when you were done, pointedly ignored the awkward way he shuffled and tugged at his jeans, cooing at him as you walk out to the car, the trip wasn't a long one but you had barely made it into the main stretch of shops before he was biting at his lips, fingers digging into his palms as you casually flicked the settings up on the toy. Enjoying every shiver and half-covered whine, watching as his eyes flicked to you, smiling as you let the toy jump up another level and coo at him.

After all, he was being so good for you.

"Look at you, such a good boy for me, not a peep out of you and still walking, keep this up and when we get home you can have whatever you want, you want that don't you? To be allowed to do what you want, to be so good that I let you run free? Well, just five more minutes and one more store and we can go home, so just keep being good for me and this will all be worthwhile..."