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burnedwriter · 2 years ago

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A/n:hello everyone i hope you are having a wonderfull day/night! these are some fics that didnt make the cut to become full,and as always if there are any mistakes let me know!

warnings:fuck machine(dottore),mention of experimention(dottore),overstimulation(dottore),riding(tighnari),petnames(tighnari),masturbation(childe),degradation(scaramouche)

A/n:im not responsible what people read,minors do not interact

Dottore

Strapped naked with your legs spread on the operation table as dottore was reading up the machine of his new experiment and as his assistant it was your duty to help him not that you had a choice.

He placed the machine between your legs, you asked him confused

''excuse me sir,can i ask what is this experiment is about?'' you said feeling anxiety build up inside your stomach since he didnt gave you any info about the machine

''no need to hurry dear,you will find out soon~''

feeling something cold poke your entranced you,you immediatly leaned down to look what it was

''what is thaaah~''before you could even finish your sentence,the object that was placed on top of the machine was inside of you,making you moan loudly as your walls parted.

Turning your head left and right trying to find the doctor,only to spot him sitting leaned back with his legs spread at the corner of the room with a controler on his hand.Pressing the button again the machine started moving in and out at of you slowly

''Aah~''you moaned in pleasure.

Turning your head at the doctor,a grin started to form at your reaction only to see him press it again making the pace of the machine go faster making your back arch in response as your body started feeling warm all over at the sensatiin

''hmph~c-can you m-make it go faster?''you asked him,getting impatient

Dottore let out a breathy laugh at your request

''eager i see arent we''

You heard yet another click and the speed of the machine picked up to a brutal one as it pumped in and out,moaning as you felt your mind going blank from the pleasure,digging your nails at the inside of your palm since you had nothing to grab on.

''i-i'm c-close''you spoke up so the doctor could hear you through the sound of the machine

Feeling yourself close to your climax,you came as your body shook violently against the restrains,your thighs started shaking from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure,as the machine continued to thrust into you,upon reaching your orgasm you expected Dottore to close the machine,you turned to look at him only to realize by his evil smile that he wasnt going to

''wait!,Aah~''your body jolt forward from the overstimulation,trying to close your legs only to be stop by stopped the restrains

''p-please t-too much~''you begged as tears started to form in your eyes and your breath becoming heavy

Getting up from his chair he walked over to you,now towering over you.

''brace yourself dear,its going to be a long night''

he purred as he rubbed the inner side of your thight with his hand.

tighnari

''are we going to stay here forever?''tighnari complained.

''im trying my best ok!!''you whined as you continued riding him.

Tighnari has done so many things for you inside and outside of the bedroom,and you wanted to show him how much he means to you.So you conviced that you are going to take control to show your apprecietion but that didnt go the way you planned it sadly.

''let me help you a bit''he signed and placed both of his hands on your hips as you placed yours on his chest for balance as he guided your hips to pick up the pace

''Ngh~tighnari~''you cried bouncing up and down on his cock

you felt yourself getting closer and closer to finishing as his cock was hitting your sweet spot over and over again

''im cumming''you moaned as tighnari's hands never left your hips and continued his frantic rythem

''then cum for me my little lotus''

childe/tartaglia

Due to his responsibilities as a harbinger,childe had to be away from you for month on end before he would come home to you,so he would always carry a picture of you with him.Though it was no ordinary picture of you together no no no it was a picture of you he took during one of your intercourses,of course he asked you if you were ok with him keeping it for his eyes only to see which you agreed upon.

Feeling the frustration of his work build up over the week,he took the photo out of his wallet and sat on a chair with his shirt unbuttoned and his legs spread with his pants lowered to his ankles, he started to palm himself through his underwear feeling himself getting hard ,wishing that it was your hand touching his cock instead of his.Looking at the picture his mind started to wander on the moment it was taken.

His breath hitched as he grew impatient from his own teasing,he pulled his cock out and started stroking himself at a slow pace

''Ah~fuck~'' he moaned to himself as he leaned back and closed his eyes

Remembering how your wet cunt would feel around around his cock,when he fucked you,pounding into you mercilessly as your moans feeled your shared bedroom,how would you begged him for more until you couldnt take it anymore.

''hmph~ah~''He continue to rolling his hips as he fucked his hand,picking up the speed into a faster one as he could feel himself getting closer and closer.

''Aah~c-cuming c-cuming"he cooed,putting a hand on his mouth to suppress his moans as he moved his hand up and down his cock before he threw his head back and finishing on his hand.

scaramouche

''you couldn't wait until my meeting was over you needy slut''scaramouche hissed through his teeth as he had you bent over his desk,savagly pounding into you.He was done with you teasing him during his meeting,you would do those fuck me eyes every time he turned his gaze at you,getting distracted by his thoughts from hearing his subordinates as he felt himself getting hard through his pants and doing his best to hide,wishing his meeting to end,so he could teach you a proper ''lesson'' for distracting him

''ngh~aah~''you moaned as you held on the desk for dear life,turning your knuckles white

''what happened too cock drunk to say anything slut''he teased never slowing down his pace

''scara-~''the only thing you coulld do is moan his name in response,your mind feeing cloudy from the pleasure

You feeling a sensation in your stomach growing stronger and stronger,as you feel your orgasm approching

''scara~i-i'm cumming''struggling to keep your voice low to not attract any unwanted attention from the people walking outside his office

''ah~then cum for me~''he commanded

upon reaching your climax,feeling that dizzying feeling of ectacy,you were left breathless on the desk,you felt scaramouche pull out and tucked himself back in his pants as he watched his cum dripping out of you and admired his work

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coconutnutmilk · 11 months ago

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Pet

Pt 2/??

Raining, it was raining of course, and miniatures like him were in danger every time it rained, but it had to start when the tiny was out of his lair.

Coin was a miniature, a kid smaller than the palm of the hand, with the legs and the tail of a mouse and big round ears, but in this world, miniatures were pets.

More exotic Pets that only few had, a pet that parents would buy to their kid just to calm them down, miniatures came in many ways, birds, small rodents, even small snakes.

Miniatures are all the hybrids that are smaller that the arm of a human, in the case of Coin, a small rodent-like tiny, he was small even for a miniature.

The kid wandered around the trash cans, searching for a spot where to hide from the rain, almost desperatly.

Tinies lost very easily the warmth of their body, and he was starting to loose the feeling of touch, the tiny put him self in a corner behind a trash bag, and even found a piece of apple, -ooh, lunch- he said smiling, he sat and searched for a good part of the apple, finding a piece that wasnt too bad.

Many smalls born on the streets, Coin was born, just like many, in the sewer, it was gross, but also safe, humans didnt like smelly things, and that kept many tinies alive.

As Coin ate, he could hear the sounds of the steps approaching, manh steps, ans a nervous laugh.

He hid better and stayed alert, as two guys entered the alley.

-hah ha...cmon, men, i-it was just a joke!- the first voice seemed nervous, a young masculine voice.

-i didnt ask you to joke...you better give it back- a second voice, more dominant but blank.

-jeez, i-its just a necklace, here, have it- the first voice was both annoyed and nervous, as the guy gave something to the other and walked away -you crazy bitch- he said lastly, before going away.

Coin peeked a little to.make sure they were both gone, but he could see one of the guys was still, and looking towards the trash cans where the little was.

Coin's heart skipped a beat when he noticed the guy was looking towards him, with a cold, serious expression, the tiny almost feared the guy could read his mind.

But nothing happened, not really, and Coin thought it was just a crazy, scary, pale guy with extra muscles.

The small mouse, keeping an eye at the guy, started his retreat, a slow, careful retreat, towards the safest place he had in mind, the trash bag that had a huge hole where he could fit in.

The thought of the warm trash almost comforted him, he did have a home, but he had no way of reaching it with that kind of rain, and cold.

So he had to find something for now until he could get back at the refuge-hey...- his thoughts where cut off as a loud voice reached his ears.

Coin didnt even stop, he just ran, totally ignoring the pain of his limbs.

The metallic sound of the trash can made him fall, the loud sound forced him to cover his ears and curl on the ground, squeezing his eyes shut as his heart almost stopped.

Someone moved the trash can he was behind, and that someone didnt realize, or didnt care, how dangerous that action was, he could have been crushed by all that.

Finally, the sound stopped, allowing Coin to catch his breath and open his eyes, as he noticed the rain was closer to him.

The small guy confused and shocked, looked up, shaking as he understood what was going on.

A pair of big, blank eyes, stared at him, a stare that could make wolves run away.

Coin felt the air in his lungs leave, the need to puke due to anxiety, and every kind of bravery he ever had, disappear.

-hey lil guy- a cold, but calm voice seemed to come from all directions the moment the giant talked, Coin didnt want ti believe it, getting caught in such way, from such guy.

Such heartless looking guy, he almost looked like a walking corpse, with big eyes but small pupils, short shaved black hair, like in the military, but no other facial hair.

As the guy got down, the tiny felt like the world was about to collapse, as his whole view was covered from him.

Something in the mouse's chest was about to explode, the very moment both of the guy's hands moved towards him, and in response, he started to run, not that it was worth it.

A hand almost three times bigger than him blocked the path and made the tiny bump on it.

-AH!!- the tiny gasped, two enormous hands, were the only obstacle, but still, he couldnt find any way past them.

-stay away creep!!- he screamed at guy as the hands started to form a grip around him, making him hyperventilate in panic, -oh god, oh nonono- he started to mutter to himself, tears falling on the hand that blocked him, as he had one arm pinned to the side.

The guy wasnt squeezing him, but the grip was tight enough to make him give up any last chance of escaping.

He had already been gripped, mostly by kids that thought he was a toy in the park, kids had a very tight grip, some of them almost broke his ribs.

This guy had something clearly wrong, he had total control over his strenght, but absolutely no compassion, and Coin had to use his last card.

As the guy lifted him, The mouse used all of his last energies into biting his hand, sure it wasnt much pain, but many peaple let go of him once he bit them, due to shock of the sudden pain that almost felt like a needle.

But as he bit the guy's hand, the guy didnt move, in fact, he stopped moving, and looked at the tiny, as he'd keep biting his hand.

But after few seconds, the grip suddenly got tighter -thats not very polite- the loud, but calm voice of the guy shook the small one, that gasped for air, but soon the grip loosened up, letting him breath.

The moment Coin realized he had no way of getting away, the world felt with him, panic increased and waterfalls from his eyes intensified, he looked up at the guy that held him prisoner.

-p...please...- he whined weakly between sobs and cries -l-let me go...please- he kept begging, trying to maintain eye contact with the guy, that didnt even seem to listen to a word.

After looking coldly at the small mouse, the guy got up, making the little one cry and beg more as he asked for freedom completely ignored, and looked around, before putting the handled tiny in the pocked of the jacket.

The tiny screamed as everything got darker, but tge giant hand never left him, making him fear even his own movements as he didnt want the grip to get tighter again.

The world moved as the guy started to walk under the rain, probably going home, not understanding or not caring that he was taking the small mouse away from his own home.

#fear play #giant #giant tiny #gt fearplay #tiny #gianttiny #gt angst #macro #micro

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imaushi · 3 years ago

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you fucked my assistant !?

⌗ model!hakkai shiba x fem!reader. reader is fashion designer!takashi mitsuya’s assistant. little twist at the end, i guess. hakkai is implied to have fucked takashi’s former assistants. lots of pet names (ie. good girl, sweetheart, love, etc.) 3.2k words.

⌗ nsfw. minors do not interact.

⌗ note from keith: yeah <3 would yall believe me if i said i thought about this while watching sisterakas :/ anyways i hope this was a good one for yall ): sorry it got too long i didnt think it would be this long-

⌗ taglist !: @dragondraken @blondbirb @scummy-simp

it has only been four months since you were hired by takashi mitsuya, a rising fashion designer in the industry. it meant a lot to you, of course, finally getting your foot in the fashion industry. it didn’t matter which position, you were just happy that you were finally getting yourself submerged into the world of fashion.

you were excited to learn so much from takashi, having been a fan of his since his small debut and after seeing him in a magazine page. one thing that baffled you was the amount of assistants he’s had. having heard that he was strict, that he watches like a hawk for food. that was unsettling for your nerves.

“taka-chan! oh, hello. new assistant?”

but there was also this tall, world class international model that barges into takashi’s studio — hakkai shiba.

seeing him was a reminder that you needed to measure him for takashi’s upcoming project, a clothing line for men. or women, they’d be unisex either way. you scratched your head upon seeing hakkai, and to your surprise, yuzuha wasn’t with him this time.

“um, yeah,” you said to him, quickly grabbing the worksheet that had blank spots meant for the measurements you were about to take. hakkai was intimidating — well, he looked like a puppy, but maybe it was the scar sitting horizontally on his lips and the blond buzzcut that had you shivering under his gaze. “taka- mitsuya asked me to take your measurements today.”

his mouth forms a little o, “right, yuzuha told me something like that today.” you blinked, he doesn’t know about the measurements today? “do you know where taka-chan went? i got something for him, i was droppin’ off some souvenirs from australia for the guys.”

“he just had an errand to do,” you told him. to be honest, you weren’t quite sure yourself. maybe you had forgotten or you just didn’t understand what he said when he told you. as you went to get everything ready, hakkai had sat himself down on the leather clad couch, partnered with faux zebra printed pillows and a throw blanket over the couch. his arm was resting on the tops of the couch, legs spread apart as he waited for you to finish getting ready. “are you re-”

“ready? yeah,” he finished your sentence for you, hopping up at the same time. hakkai wore a dark blazer over a bright blue hoodie, paired with a pair of black cargo pants and platformed dr. martens. he had chains bedazzling his figure, obnoxious round earrings decorating his ears. he was a good looking man.

for accurate measurements, hakkai proceeded to discard his outer layers, leaving him completely topless. “sorry, i don’t really like wearin’ shirts under hoodies.” he had scars ingrained in his skin, maybe from his former life as a delinquent in the past. his arms were kissed by the thinnest and lightest of scars. how many fights did he get himself into at some point? “i assume you like what you see?”

you hadn’t realized you were staring at him like a madman until he said something, which in turn made your cheeks heat up like a heater during winter. you turned away, the sound of his deep chuckles ringing in your ear. the rustling of his cargo pants made your skin crawl, and to be frank, your heart was beating really fast — too fast for its own good.

“c’mon, let’s get this over with, shall we?” hakkai said. you didn’t even hear him walk over you and here you were, pressed against the glass table with hakkai all over you. he knew exactly what he was doing, seeing your figure tremble at the sight of him so awfully close to you. hakkai grabbed your hand with a measuring tape in it, placing it on his toned chest, “start with my shoulders, yeah?”

you nodded, feeling hypnotized by his voice alone — you refused to look at him in his eyes. hakkai straightened out his shoulders to make sure your measurements were accurate and down to a t, smirking at your trembling hands cascading across his hot skin. you pulled off to write the numbers on the sheet you got from takashi’s desk, clearing your mind before writing as your hand was trembling.

hakkai stood a few feet before you, eyeing the way you were bent over the glass surface trying to write down his shoulders’ measurement. he resisted the urge to plop you on the table and pound the ever loving shit out of you — well, he wouldn’t for now. you’re takashi’s new assistant and he promised to stop dogging his assistants after the last one. and the last one. and the last one.

“ready for the next one, love?” hakkai spoke up, smirking at the way your shoulders tensed up. you were just so cute, too cute to be left alone of course. he digged the way your clothes hugged your body, the outline deliciously defining you. your curves and whatnot so beautiful in his eyes, it made his heart skip a few beats every time he thought about you naked and crying underneath him.

“waist… waist…” you muttered, holding out the measuring tape to wrap it around hakkai’s waist. hakkai wasn’t exactly slim, he had mass on his body, particularly around his arms. his abs, however, resembled bread rolls on a pan. you quickly shook off your thoughts that hopefully took your mind off of things — news flash, it didn’t work.

he was looking at your nervous expression, before making you look into his eyes. there was something different about them, you couldn’t put a finger on it. his thumb swiped over your bottom lip, humming gently at the way you tensed up. he leaned closely, lips dangerously close to your own, hot breath fanning over your skin. “you don’t mind this, right?”

your head nodded on its own, so dumb hypnotized by hakkai only having met him a few hours ago. he was simply mesmerizing, and sexy and hot. did god smile upon you? what did you do to stand this close with international model, hakkai shiba? you swore you’ve only seen him walk the runway abroad. new york, you thought.

“oh, so you do mind it?” hakkai asked with a hint of chuckles behind his words. his question made you shake your head no, not wanting him to stop whatever he was doing to you. “good, that’s what i thought… i’m sure taka-chan wouldn’t mind me in here again..~”

“again?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. hakkai placed his index finger over his lips, smirking rather devilishly at your wide-eyed stare. you make it so goddamn hard for him to not eat you up right then and there. hakkai motioned for you to sit on the table, caging you between his toned arms with his hands right beside your thighs. “what if we get caught…?”

hakkai shrugged his shoulders, the smirk not leaving his pretty face. takashi knew this but hakkai was notorious for stuffing his assistants with his dick. he always ended up firing him as they’d start looking for hakkai instead of doing their job as his assistant, though to be fair, they don’t do a job well done when they worked for takashi. “don’t tell him, yeah~? it’ll be our fun little secret.”

that was what tipped you over the edge — hakkai asking you to keep a secret for the both of you. your body seemed to have moved in its own when he chuckled at the way you were beginning to chase his lips, the pair of lips you have never even kissed in your life. he sneered, “oh? you want a kiss? you want a kiss from me?”

you felt so small being condescended by hakkai, but it felt so good. you don’t know what’s happening to your body but perhaps it was time to let it take control over what was happening. you let out a soft whine, wanting no more of hakkai’s teasing.

hakkai placed his hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing over the skin sitting hotly under it. he looked at you, “tell me if it’s too much. don’t want ‘ya feeling uncomfortable the whole time and not telling me. yeah?”

all you could do was nod, maybe you were so damn dazed over what was happening you couldn’t form your own little sentences to say to hakkai. your head was practically spinning with how hakkai dragged his hand up your thigh, snaking under the skirt, his lower lip tugged between his incisors. “let’s see what kind of treasure you’re hidin’ under there.”

you wore something plain, but still somewhat sexy. it was the one underwear your hand grabbed while fiddling in the dark. the panties were white, red laces wrapped around the band with a small adorable bow smacked dab in the middle. there was a small transparent window, showing so much of your skin and just barely showing your pussy. hakkai looked at your dampening white panties, letting out a groan from his throat. “you’re tryin’ to kill me here, sweetheart.”

hakkai instinctively pressed his index and middle fingers right on the wet spot, which made you jolt from the sudden contact of his fingers and your sensitive bundle of nerves. he tapped on your legs, the look in his eyes simply commanded you to keep them open. “good girl. does this feel good for you?”

no shit, you thought, but the translation of your thought came out as soft moans and the lewd sounds coming from your mouth. he began moving his fingers in a slow circular motion, studying the way you reacted towards such move. he liked the way your lips parted slightly to gasp for air, before biting the lower lip and groaning and throwing your head back. it was frustrating, hakkai wasn’t moving any faster.

hakkai pushed your panties to the side, eyebrows twitching at your wetness that pooled inside of you. his jaw clenched, he wanted to get a taste of you. he wondered how delicious you probably taste, considering how addicting your scent is. he wanted so much of you. “have you done this before?”

you refused to look at him, not really wanting to delve into your sex life. who could he possibly tell? you thought. you nodded, “a few times… they just never felt good. i-i’ve only cummed when i touch myself in my room.”

“ah?” he said, his fingers dipped themselves onto your wetness, groaning at how wet and lewd the sound it made. your legs closed lightly as a reaction, but you kept it open for hakkai. his coated fingers rubbed over your clit, your heart was skipping beats and your noises didn’t miss a single sensation. it was becoming too much, even you have never touched yourself in such a way. slow and dripping of sex.

hakkai caught the way your hole clenched around nothing. he found it almost amusing that you were desperate for something to stuff you with. he thought maybe you’ve had enough of foreplay, moving his fingers down to your hole and rubbed over it. without saying anything, he pushed his middle finger in. hakkai had slender and calloused fingers, so when he slid his finger inside you, it had already touched spots you didn’t think you’d feel before. it felt too good too fast.

hakkai adored the way you constantly clenched around his finger, like you were begging him for more in a non-verbal way. your little pouts and occasional glance said a lot more than words, as well. “do you want more?” you nodded, at the same time, hakkai pushed his finger in further. “use your words. you’re a good girl after all, aren’t you?”

initially, it was kind of embarrassing to be doing this. even more so with a well-known public figure, in your case, it’s hakkai shiba. you thought, i must be dreaming. this is one hell of a dream, though. except you weren’t dreaming — everything is very real. “i want more… please.”

“ah?” he started pulling his finger out of you, which you whined rather loudly when you could feel him almost pulling it out, your hand instinctively wrapping around his wrist. “oh, good. you actually did want me.”

hakkai stood you up before walking on over to the couch, and you could so clearly tell how hard he was through those dark pants. he sat with his legs wide open, eyes like a tiger when he looked at you. he raised his hand up and curled his fingers towards him, you could’ve sworn you saw his fingers glisten from the light. “sit.”

you proceeded to sit on his lap, but he stopped you. “i want you to sit with your back against me.” he motioned you to turn around and proceeded to place his large hands on your waist to sit you down on him — he was painfully hard. just the bare friction almost drove him off the edge.

hakkai’s hand snaked around your hips and around your thighs, opening them up so he could have full access of your pussy. “beautiful,” he whispered hotly into your ear. he dragged his hand back down to your pussy, shame he couldn’t see how pretty it is. hakkai rubbed his calloused finger on your already sensitive clit, his fingers only trained on what he was doing, the other one groping at your tits.

you were practically writhing in pleasure in his arms, his fingers seemed to have gotten faster on your clit, and before you knew it, he was pulling away again. you whined loudly, “no! more, please..!”

hakkai didn’t say anything, simply shoving two of his fingers inside your desperate little hole. all you could do was let out a pathetic gasp, so breathless when hakkai didn’t even let you adjust on his fingers, already pumping them in and out of you. every once in a while, he’d curl his fingers, certainly hitting a spot he knew would drive you mad.

hakkai was focused on building up your orgasm, though he felt like building it up another way. he tapped your thighs, “stand up for a moment for me, baby.” still seated, hakkai dug for his phone and placing it on the side, proceeding to discard his dark pants and putting them somewhere near him. your eyes widened at how big he was — no, hung. you knew it was big, however, not like this.

he noticed the way you were eyeing his dick, and initially he felt a little shy. but why? of all times, he felt shy now? he flashed you a smile, fingers rubbing his precum all over the pink head, “likin’ what you see? if you’re worried, it’ll fit.”

you rolled your eyes at him, chuckling, “i was more worried at how you could fit that into your pants.” hakkai chuckled in return, leaning back against the couch and patting his lap, you assumed he wanted you the same way as before, so you did. back flush against his toned front, he felt warm.

“open your legs for me,” he said, voice dripping in dominance. you adjusted your position until you felt comfortable. hakkai pressed his cock against you, earning a whimper from your lips. his tongue dragged across his bottom lip and at once, he pushed himself inside of you. it was almost addicting to him at how your pussy practically clenched around his throbbing cock, like you didn’t want to let him go. “a-are you feelin’ okay?”

for the most part, you felt fine. it was just that you had never been stretched out like that before. stretched out so deliciously, you were certain you’d remember hakkai so well. you reached for his hand, holding it tightly as he inched himself more and more inside of you.

“tell me if it-”

“please move,” you told him, your body practically slumped against his torso, already so out of it with just being stuffed with his cock. hakkai adjusted himself under you, his hips now having free reign of moving underneath. he pulled his cock out and slowly pushed it back in, just to ease his pathway a little. he did everything in his might to not slam himself back inside.

his grip moved to the back of your thighs, holding you open to prevent your legs from closing. with the way you were positioned, it almost felt like someone was watching you. watching you get fucked by your boss’ close friend, watching your tongue loll out of your pretty mouth as hakkai abused your pretty pussy with his cock.

you couldn’t help but imagine takashi sitting in front of you, cock in his hand, watching you and hakkai fuck in front of him. the thought only made you clench tightly around hakkai’s cock, making him groan ever so loudly against your ear.

the tune to glass animals’ heat waves started playing, which distracted you from your delicious little thoughts. hakkai’s hips slowed down and one of his grips from your thighs released. you were entirely too dazed to truly focus on what was going on, until hakkai held up his brightly lit phone to show you what was up.

takashi was calling him.

“should i answer him?” hakkai asked as he pulled his phone towards him. though you couldn’t see his face, you heard the smile from his lips. the thought of hakkai picking up takashi’s call had you in shambles internally, but your pussy said otherwise. you were clenching around hakkai once more, and hakkai noticed it. “hey, taka-chan! what’s up?”

“did you make it to my studio?” takashi asked. there was a loud whirring in the background, which only suggested that takashi was driving in his car. but was he driving back to the studio? more errands to run? it drove you over the edge.

hakkai didn’t stop his ministrations, a phone call never stopped him. he adjusted you on his lap so that you were sitting on his cock, hands placed on his knees for more support. you looked at him, and he mouthed bounce as a response.

takashi wasn’t dumb, he could hear the squelches of your pussy through the phone. he was pissed, of course, not because hakkai has yet fucked another one of his assistants, but he got to stuff you with his dick before him. takashi rubbed his temple, letting out a deep and audible sigh. “are you seriously fucking my assistant right now?”

hakkai placed his hand on the small of your back, letting out a deep and husky chuckle as he guided you up and down on his cock. he moved his hand on your hips, gripping at the skin until he was sure his handprint would show up. “surprised, are we?”

it was quiet on takashi’s end for a second, having parked in his parking spot as he contemplated what to say. your quiet whines and moans making it into the call was not only so delicious to listen to, but so awfully distracting.

“stop whatever you’re doing and wait ‘till i get there. next time, maybe invite me to the fun, yeah?”

hakkai put the phone down, smiling rather devilishly as he stopped guiding you on his cock. you whined at him again for stopping, “hakkai.. i want more..!”

“taka-chan’s comin’. you’re a good girl, right? be patient, sweetheart.”

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stargazer-balladeer · 4 years ago

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Booping of Noses [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Kaeya Alberich, Diluc Ragnvindr, Venti & Razor

Notes: I know I should be doing requests but I got this idea while reading some fics in DeviantArt hshhss. It was too adorable that I want to write about- (i had to delete the Liyue gang bc i didnt know what to put there- if you want to see it, you may request when the request status is open-). Hope ya’ll enjoy it!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral

Warning: extreme fluffiness,, beware

Kaeya Alberich

Kaeya probably expected it to be honest.. though he would still act surprise and all (amazing acting skills 👏). He thinks its pretty adorable how you just came up to him and just boop his nose.

Even if you tried to catch him off-guard, you ain’t be able to do that bro. For some reason, he knows that you’ll boop him. I swear he’s secretly a psychic-

Kaeya is the kind of guy that resturns a gesture, so if you boop his nose, he would also return the booping. He would just lightly tap on your nose with a smirk. If he’s in a more cheeky and teasing mood, he will use his nose to boop yours.

“Sorry, darling, but you can’t surprise me.” Kaeya’s teasing voice rang through the walls of Mondstadt. You can almost hear the smirk in his voice. You huffed as you went out of your hiding spot. Found out.. again.

He only laughed at your misery, in which you returned with a glare and huff. “C’mon now, my star,, if you keep staring at me with that face, you’ll age faster.” Kaeya said as he playfully boops your nose. You wrinkled your nose.

“That’s not true.” He can only chuckled while placing one hand on his hips. “Well,, come now, starlight.” You raise a brow at him, not getting what he’s asking for. “Have you forgotten why you’re hiding in the first place? Tsk,, that’s fast.” Kaeya said in a almost mocking voice.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you boop his nose while saying “boop”. He can only gaze at you adoringly as you laughed at what you did. Honestly, the things he’ll do for love-

Diluc Ragnvindr

Surprising and flustering Diluc is quite easy. Kissing, hugging, cuddling, you name it. Booping is one in the list. You can quite literally catch him off-guard everytime you go booping his nose.

It might be funny to you, him on the other hand? Has mixed feelings. He’s amused by it but also embarrassed by it. He’ll always have a light red on his cheeks whenever you boop him.

Diluc returning the booping is as rare as getting Childe- (ahem srry,, im just salty that he hasn’t come home yet). Though he would return it if he’s in a teasing or good mood. Though it’ll only happen if no one’s around.

Boop

Diluc blinks before blushing slightly when he realized what happened. You smirked in victory while looking at you. “I win!” Diluc sighs before smiling fondly. “It wasn’t even a competition to begin with.”

“Well you don’t want to boop my nose.” You pouted as you trailed behind him while he walks. He chuckles before stopping. You didn’t expect him to stop suddenly so you bump into his back. “Oof- what happened-?”

Boop

You blink before squealing in delight. Whilst Diluc made a hasty escape with his hand on his lips. You have a excited look on your face as you chased him. “You finally boop me!” “S-Shut up..”

Venti

Actually, I think he’ll initiate the booping. He’s the kind of guy that’ll just suddenly boop your nose with his finger while chuckling. Well, two can play this game.

You slowly retaliate with your boops, and his with his own. It soon turns into a mini competition on how many times you could surprise each other by booping their nose.

Everyone in Mondstadt by now knows about your competition. Honestly speaking, they think it’s quite adorable to watch. Oh and he also sometimes tackle you to the ground while booping his nose with yours-

You shriek in surprise when something - rather, someone - landed on your back, which resulted you to fall face flat to the ground. You oof’ed at the weight behind you. You crane your head to the left with a annoyed look on your face.

“Venti! That’s now how you’re supposed to play!” Venti only laughed as he sat up behind your back, but didn’t get off. “Well, we didn’t really have rules to begin with.” Venti cheekily explained. You huffed, not saying anything, knowing full well that he’s right.

He grinned in satisfaction as he gets off of you. He helped you up. You dusted yourself off before turning to him to say something until—

You blushed brightly when he kissed your nose. “V-Venti!!” You screamed. When he pulled away, he puts out his tongue at you before booping your nose once more with his finger. “Well, what do you say? I would guess that I’m the winner!” Your mind was currently blank at what he did. He noticed as he chuckled at your dreamy state. “Whoops. Looks like I broke them.”

Razor

Razor is used to hitting foreheads together with his partner as a sign of affections. So when you boop him for the first time, he would be confused. He would ask you why you did that. Once he knew that it was a sign of affections, he would also do it to you.

Though, he likes booping his nose with you and giving you a eskimo kiss (not like he knew that but-). Which usually results in him kissing you on the cheeks-

If you boop him, he would return it of course. He would always laugh whenever you do it though, it’s quite adorable actually- he doesn’t know why he’s laughing but hey, atleast he’s laughing.

You giggled when you boop him. He went cross-eyed for a second before laughing. He scoop you in a hug and gave you a boop on your nose as well. “I.. love you very much.. my mate.” He said while giving you a closed-eyed smile.

You laughed alongside him. “I love you too, Razor.” You give him an eskimo kiss. His smile grew more at the feeling of your nose against his.

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#im not proud of razor’s-#it feels rushed ;w;#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #venti x reader #venti #kaeya alberich x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #razor x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #razor #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya #diluc #self req❣️

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stitchwork-madness26 · 3 years ago

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*GENTLY HOLDS SMOL LOVE*

Paring:mag agent torture x scientist!reader

Warning:mentiones of gore and murder with swearing

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Working under a being made of shadow in nevada isn't so bad once you look past the occasional threats and murder...and lack of breaks....and the occasional breathing down your neck........and the lingering dread of you becoming a experiment if you don't do as your told - ok its terrible.

You kinda forgot how you got into this mess in the 1st place or how it started, as the distant memory of the time before Nevada went to shit was a big blur, almost like it was all just a dream. You tend to keep looking at the bright side even if its really hard to do that in this place, its almost a miracle that your still standing as most kind hearted grunts don't live long in this blood stained world. Maybe its because of your brilliant ideas? That you are to valuable to become a experiment? A ray of sunshine thats still around after the suns disappearance? You'll never know...

But enough of the depressing thoughts, you had a job to do. You stood up from your chair with a grin, a pen and clipboard in hand. Its time to meet someone very special to you.

Walking out of your office and down the hall you stopped at a large metal door shut tightly, on one side of the door displays a warning sign telling anyone who reads it that they must be a certain rank to enter such room while the other is a card reader. Pulling the card thats dangling around your neck you inserted the card in the card reader and the door pulls itself open allowing you to enter inside, with a grin still on your face you walked inside and the door slides shut behind you. You looked up at the mag agent that sits infront of you "hey big guy" you said in a sweet tone, followed by a hum in response. The large nails in his head preventing him to speak to you normally.

Mag agent torture was his full name but you call him tor or big guy for short, he was a special case practically one of the best agents the facility has. However in some certain tests to make him more powerful to defeat the infamous hank j. Wimbleton he gets really aggressive and had caused a massive massacre among the staff a few times because of this (see incident: 011A for details) but for some odd reason he had a soft spot for you. You made him calm, almost peaceful, he would not lash out or hurt you in any sort of way even if he was in pain from experiments. That is one of the many reasons why you and only you had to do the experiments on him, not like you wanted to do that to him but it was your job.

It was either do your work, or be 'fired'. And frankly. NO ONE WANTS TO BE FIRED.

"Head still hurts?" You asked, pressing down the top of your pen and once again getting another hum in response, yet somehow knowing exactly what hes saying with only a simple hum or gesture. "I hear you tor" you sighed, checking out a box on the paper "luckily theres not much to do today...so it'll be done quick" you attempted to reassure him, you know he would never harm you, yet somehow you still had this tingling feeling at the back of your mind that one day he will turn on you, paranoia and over working tends to do that to you though.

You smiled after noticing torture reached over and pat your head as gently as he could, almost like he had sensed your worry. "Im fine tor really" you said with a smile still on your face and set the clipboard and pen down on a nearby desk "lets go ahead and get started kay?" You continued, returning to your normal mood and tone. You didnt mind that you felt his eyes on you, he tends to observe what you and used to be others too on what they are doing. Almost in a curious manner.

It was and still is kinda cute.

You was just about to fill a large needle with a serum of some kind before you was suddenly scooped up by a large hand, you practically dropped the needle "what the fuck!?" You squealed in surprise before being pressed against fabric and hear the sound of a loud rumble resembling a purr. Honestly you kinda blanked for a minute before you realized what was happening.

Torture had picked you up and gently pressed you against his chest in a large hug, he continued to purr as he held you in place with his hands. You smiled warmly, your face growing warm, and tried to hug him back as best you could "love you too tor" you chuckled, enjoying this peaceful moment in the giants embrace as all your previous worries faded away...

#torture my beloved #mag agent torture #madness combat #madcom #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #i think i rushed the end a little bit but im still proud of this one #mag agent torture x reader #torture x reader #hope yall loved dis #stitchwork stories

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hyetomi · 3 years ago

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LETTERS TO TXT

Choi Yeonjun

Pairings: gn reader x yeonjun

Genre: best friends to lovers au, fluff

Summary: Choi Yeonjun and Y/N. Like two peas in a pod, they’ve been attached at the hip since they were 8. Now, at 17, it was obvious to anyone with common sense that they were so in love with each other. It was about time one of them confessed. Who would do it first, before any of them slips up?

Notes: the first fic of the letters to txt series !! im quite disappointed with the way this turned out but i worked hard on it and scrapped it so many times already 😭 i didnt know how to end the story so it's an open-ending !! feel free to imagine what yeonjun does! if you want a part 2, do let me know!

Yeonjun stood in front of his locker, bewildered. He held up the envelope in front of him and examined it. Maybe… it was a mistake? Surely, this didn’t belong to him. The envelope was blank, with no information about the sender, nor the recipient. It made him wonder, what if the envelope was mistakenly slipped into his locker?

His curiosity, however, got the best of him. He took the envelope, slammed his locker shut, and walked over to an empty classroom next to his locker. He slowly opened the envelope, making sure not to damage it so he could seal it back, in case it did not belong to him. He was surprised to see a letter folded in it and raised an eyebrow at the very beautiful decorations of the paper. He unfolded the letter, only for his jaw to drop and eyes go wide as saucers. The handwriting was so familiar and he definitely knew who it belonged to. Only one person in his mind could write as uniquely as the writer of this letter.

Dear Yeonjun,

(so it did belong to him!)

I’m guessing by now, you’ve figured out who wrote this. Your partner in crime, your soulmate, your only hope to pass Biology, and your best friend. We’ve known each other since 2nd grade and I’ve seen every single phase you’ve gone through and you’ve seen mine. Remember how we met? You accidentally killed my pet ladybug 一 Spots, I think 一 and then cried about it for the whole day because you felt so bad. It was traumatizing for me as a child. I had to comfort the boy who killed my pet. Looking back at it, though, it’s a really funny story. A story worth telling my grandchildren!

(Yes, Yeonjun does remember. It was very embarrassing. He doesn’t think he’s a pretty crier.)

Before you overthink or worry, I’m not going anywhere. I promised you that I’d stay by your side until the end of time and I vowed to myself that I will keep that promise. Anyways, before we get too sappy, I’ll get to the point of this letter.

I like you.

Yeonjun dropped the letter in shock. What? He scrambled to pick up the letter after regaining his composure. He felt excited and ran his hand through his blue hair, pulling the ends of each strand, making sure that he was not dreaming. He then scanned the line over and over again. I like you. I like you. I like you. I like you. Those 3 words were swarming in his mind. He felt giddy at the fact that you like him back. You! Like! Him! Back! He snapped out of his trance at the sound of the whistleblowing from the field outside the classroom. Realizing what he was doing previously, he immediately skimmed through the letter to find the part where he left off.

Heck, I’m pretty sure like turned into love at some point. I realized my feelings when you were stressed over your dance competition and called me because you were so upset. Why didn’t you call Soobin? Or Beomgyu? When I voiced to you my thoughts, you answered: ‘Because no one can make me as euphoric as you do. You make my unhappy thoughts go away.’ I swear, I could’ve melted on the spot. My heart has never pumped blood that fast, not even Shin’s P.E. class can beat it. Then, you took my hands and we danced together under the dim lights of the dance room. It was 1 in the morning on a school day, but we didn’t have a care in the world. I remember how we laughed so much that night morning. I think I’ve never laughed as much as I did back then.

(He remembers it too. It’s Yeonjun’s favorite memory with you. He remembers your pretty laugh and your pretty eyes and how you held his hands and how he stared at you longingly while you danced. He remembers feeling as if he couldn’t breathe, butterflies swarming his stomach. He remembers how he wanted to say the words ‘I love you’ so bad, but stopped himself. He remembers how he couldn’t get the image of you under the lights of the dance studio no matter how hard he tried.)

I really don’t want to inflate your ego too much, but honestly, you are the best thing that has happened to me. Like mutualism symbiosis, we help each other a lot. As cliche as it is, you make me so happy. The way your eyes would light up whenever I brought you food after your dance practice, or how the first thing you do when you pick me up after class is to hug me… these things never fail to cheer me up. Your smile has always been a cute characteristic of yours and as much as I hate saying this, I love our height difference as it helped you ruffle my hair easily. You’d always put your chin on my head to piss me off, but lately, it’s doing the opposite of that. Ha, loser. You can never beat me.

(Yeonjun rolls his eyes as he lets out a small laugh. Of course, you’d insult him after complimenting him.)

I’m not going to write too much because I feel like this has gone way much longer than I’ve expected. You might be asking: ‘Why didn’t I confess earlier?’ Well, Choi, I don’t know how you’ll react to this. I could’ve always swallowed my embarrassment and confessed to your face days, weeks, or months ago. But I wasn’t always the bravest out of the both of us, was I? I don’t know whether you like me back, or if we’ll still be friends after this, or if I made things awkward between us. However, I’ll take the chances. (If you do reject me, however, please do it nicely.)

Anyways, you’ll know where to find me 一 that is, if you want to. Before you do anything, however, know that I regret nothing. I definitely do not regret writing this (even if I just added onto your cockiness.)

Love,

Y/N

P.S. Your charger and Literature textbook are with me so you have no choice but to find me.

Yeonjun glanced at the ceiling in bliss after he finished reading your letter. He glanced at the clock. 4 in the afternoon. At this time, you’d usually just finished practicing in the music room. He has to catch you before you leave. Don’t get him wrong, he loves you, but he is NOT walking to your house after a long day of PE class.

“Better get going,” he mumbled, making sure he tucks in the chair he was previously sitting on.

He skipped to the music room, eager to find you. (Not before tripping over his own feet and nearly crashing into Soobin 一 seriously, what was he still doing in school?)

#txt imagines #txt #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together au #txt au #yeonjun au #yeonjun imagines #choi yeonjun au #choi yeonjun imagines #letters to txt

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voyeuristicvixen · 2 years ago

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Captains Log 31_ You Down W BPP!?

So tonight was Meroe, Uglee radio X KTA Black Panther Founders Day event. It was fkin litty! The kind of shit I LIVE for and makes me wanna get on SL more! Things like that just remind you that there are many kindred souls here on the grid and we all have a collective purpose in our individual journeys whether we realize it or not. A shared intention to continue carrying the torch of those that came before us and that made differences in their communities. Just little things like this can just spark memories in our DNA.

EPIGENETICS.

Its a science to this and the metaverse is a big part of this whole story we writing. Right now (whether we realize it or not) we are being apart of history, something our forefathers couldn’t have imagined. To be able to connect with each other anywhere and anytime in the world and share knowledge FREE.

When we do evens like this on the grid we make em proud.

So everybody understood the assignment, one thing SL folk will do is DRESS UP AND SHOW OUT OKAY! & I was so invested in getting good pics the whole night I was just like yelling at black dragon to stay loaded. Thats one thing I need to figure out what the best settings are to load all people at once and the background pictures and textures FAST! Is that asking too much?? *tear*

The Meroe team is really top tier I am super grateful for Gigi and Ras, never thought we’d be all the way to this moment when we first came to Meroe. It was a dream enough just to know it existed but to actually be able to volunteer my time to the cause, makes me feel like I am putting my best effort any way I can. I feel like this volunteer work is training me for taking initiative in my RL, in having more confidence with the work to connect the diaspora. Its like a foundation to stand on when I propose collabs to people I’ll have sum to back me up! Aye my favorite female rapper princess nokia liked one of my posts on our IG so I feel I can do anything now lmao. One day Meroe will be visited by people who never even had an SL account before. Inshallah!

Bae also did his second official SL grid performance but first one with Meroe! He’s such a dope MC! African Soil is one of my favorite songs I listen to legit every week and not just because he my man either! He inspires me so much to take risks and try new things. I love how he barely joined SL but he puts himself out there even though things are still new to him. He kills it everytime too and always impresses me in the end. I basically forced him to make me his Manager. Im his baeager now, (ima make baeager happen idc! ) XD I feel like we came up with another title for that but im blanking rn. Oh well!

These two looked soooo good, their energy also reminded me of myself and bae. It just made me feel so cozy to see like vibrations around. I think one thing I want to branch away from is the awkwardness that comes with meeting new people on the grid or reaching out to them. So many times I want to just IM folks that I find interesting and I get this feeling like “I dont want to bother them” or “what if they dont wanna talk right now” a lot of times, I think i mentioned before people don’t respond to me or have a weird vibe like instantly don’t fw me.

Sometimes I feel more sensitive than others. Like if in my RL I am getting that energy too much at work I can’t handle getting that same thing in SL too. I think thats why I didnt hit this beautiful kindred soul sis up. But I hope that I’ll run into her again at another event! The best connections form naturally. I want to invest a little bit of time into making a “spot” again. Like when I first joined SL and the commune, it was a place people would always just set as their home and sit around and talk to each other at. Naturally people would go there just to hang and I miss that. I am still gunning for that! God will show us the way haha!

Gigi, Ras and their daughter are just so classy and dope. I loved seeing them all together having fun and just admire everything they have built here at Meroe. I respect them so much ! The vibes are immaculate and just getting better every time we pull off another event!

Another beautiful soul sis that I did not message but wanted to XD lmaooo I know someone out there gets me with the whole PTSD of relationships on SL!! It be so rocky but when you come together it is priceless! I think about some of my personal friendships on SL and I have a few that have lasted as many years as I’ve been on, some people completely disappeared and some left notes first. I myself was one of the ghosters, I feel like maybe I gotta get karma back for the friendships i’ve personally fucked up before God gives me more new ones to try. EEK! PROMISE ILL DO BETTER THIS TIME!

#secondlife #secondlifeblogger #meroemuseum #secondlifeevents #blackexcellence #blacklivesmatter #secondlifephotography #blackgirlgamer #blackgirlbloggers #blackgirlsrock #blackgirlmagic #secondlifemodel #secondlifefamily #secondlifefashion #blackpantherparty

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samhrrgton · 2 years ago

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for they have both lost their childhood, will more than others. it wasn’t hard to spot from the shelterness, a boy behind his time. always a little bit smaller, softer than most boys. @clericed was always special & with what sam didnt hold with the rest. she held with will. as hands touch, it’s childish. perhaps even tender. but they are older now with a childhood that never lasted. IT RECALLS A MEMORY THEY HAD ALL WISHED TO FORGET. ❝ will we found you ❞ in desolate carnage. particles of lifeless debris coating a barely breathing boy. I FOUND YOU ! a girl who never stopped looking. how cold boyish hands were. a coldness that seeps against bone marrow. one that truly never leaves you. its a scar that breaks open over time & struggles to heal. the way it echoes against heart like an open tumor. but that was just a memory. time was moving before them, faster than once before. now teens, stuck in the same place they had rescued one too many from before.

it seeps against fabric traveling down spine unaware of the damage, furrows a metallic taste set in mouth. ❝ IT GOT ME ❞ , words once whispered by the boy himself. now are echoed by the girl. only audible to her best friend. a stagnant burning sensation elevates through skin. breaths seem to stagger, as fingertips shake against his own. were they painted by red horror ? his own bodyheat practically scorches her. a parallel to what once happened here. she knows maybe it was an act of heroism or securing wills survival one more time. he deserved to make it out again.

will byers always deserved to live. he deserved to eat pancackes at breakfast surrounded by those who loved him. he deserved to have the life that was stolen from him replaced by happiness. he deserved more than this world would ever give him. and then he sees it, blood. an immediate relief as its not his own. but then realization shuffles to the idea that one of them might not make it. that being samantha harrington. its numbness, voices blank. just a memory loops centerfold. two children sit in the grass, both surround by sunflowers so tall. with giggles that hold no truth. laughter has a place in consciousness. gentle smiles & unawareness of the monsters that loom ahead. ❝ im gonna be taller than this flower one day sammy ❞ it took him longer than her, but he eventually did outgrow the flower. stunted by the irrevocable shadows of another dimension. loop ends. screaming suffices & eyelashes begin to flutter. palm of hand is squeezed hard, practically begging for her to be okay. ❝ p-promise me, you'll continue to outgrow our flower will ❞

#✿*ﾟᵛ4. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗!#DIDNT PROOFREAD THIS OOPS

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not-all-dead · 4 years ago

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angstpril day five: amnesia

CW: .......sad

fic under the cut

Lin opened her eyes groggily, wincing against the bright white surrounding her. She pushed herself away from the bed she rested on but fell right back down when her headache multiplied. She was vaguely aware of people around her, helping her to sit up properly, bringing her water. She didn’t recognize any of them. Once her head had stopped spinning and she’d had a drink of water, she noticed a woman beside her, holding her hand.

“Who are you?” She asked quietly, confusion coming over her.

The woman’s piercing blue eyes widened and she bit her lip, seemingly trying to hold back tears. She took a deep breath before saying anything back.

“How much do you remember? Can you tell me who you are? What year you were born?” She said, her hand tightening around Lin’s.

Lin stared at her lap for a moment, trying to remember something, anything. No matter how hard she tried, she came up blank. She looked back up at the woman and shook her head slowly.

“I don’t- there’s nothing,” She whispered, her own eyes watering now.

The woman forced a sad smile and let out a shaky breath.

“I thought that might be the case,” She said softly.

“It’s alright, we’ll help you through this. I’ll start by telling you small things, alright?” Lin nodded at the question.

“Well, your name is Lin Beifong. You were injured in a work accident, protecting civilians,” The woman smiled to herself and chuckled.

“Always playing the hero, you,” She was about to continue when Lin interrupted her.

“What was the accident?” She asked, burrowing her brows.

“Oh, Lin, you really don’t remember anything, do you?” The woman asked, to which Lin shook her head again.

“Well,” The woman continued.

“You were the Chief of Police here in Republic City. You were working in the field when there was an explosion downtown, and a building started to collapse. You’re an earthbender, you see, so you used your bending to hold the building up until everyone was evacuated. You saved a lot of people, Lin, but when it was time for you to get out of there…” She trailed off, sucking in a breath and forcing another smile.

“Your focus slipped just barely, and a piece of rubble came down on your head. It was quite the injury,” She chuckled darkly, shaking her head.

“We did everything we could to heal you. Even my mother came down and tried, but your memory… I’m afraid that’s one thing we can’t restore,” A tear fell from her eye and she laughed at herself, quickly wiping it away.

“I’m sorry,” Lin said quietly, looking back at her lap.

“What? Lin, you have nothing to apologize for,” The woman put her other hand on Lin’s cheek, forcing Lin to meet her eyes.

“I never answered your question from before,” She let out a sigh.

“Lin, my name is Kya. I’m your wife.”

Lin stumbled as they stepped onto the airship. Her balance had also been damaged in the accident, but she managed with Kya’s help. Kya gripped her arm tightly now, keeping her upright with unexpected strength. Lin turned her head slightly to give Kya a grateful smile, adjusting so she could stand up straight again.

They’d kept Lin in the hospital for a few weeks, gradually telling her more and more about her old life and monitoring her health just in case. Finally, they’d discharged her, saying she was ready to join the real world again. If she was honest, she didn’t feel ready herself, but she was glad to be going somewhere more comfortable than the hospital.

Kya had told her that they were going to the Fire Nation. She said they had family there, though she hadn’t said who exactly. At this point, Lin didn’t mind. There was already so much new information hitting her every day that it didnt matter who she met at the end of this trip. Everyone was a stranger to her now, even her own wife. She felt bad for Kya, like she deserved so much more than a wife that now couldn’t even remember her name.

“I’m sorry,” She muttered for the hundredth time that day.

Kya looked at her softly and sighed, shaking her head.

“Lin, you never need to apologize. I tell you this every time you do, and I will continue to say it; I love you, Lin, and I’m not going to stop loving you because of this. I want to help you through this, alright? There is nothing, nothing you need to be sorry for,” Kya laced her fingers through Lin’s as she spoke.

Lin looked away, ashamed despite Kya’s reassurance. She couldn’t help but think over Kya’s words, doubt growing in her mind with every repetition. How could Kya love her when she couldn’t even love herself? When she didn’t even know herself? It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense, but by now there was nothing to be done.

The airship didn’t take too long to get to their destination. A few hours in the air wasn’t all that bad when they had so much to talk about. Kya told her more about how things had been before the accident, today telling her about the time they’d accidentally adopted eight turtleducks. The story made Lin smile, but something inside of her ached. It often hurt her to listen to Kya’s stories of before, because they were just that: stories. She listened contently, though, as it seemed to make Kya happy to tell them, and if she couldn’t remember anything, at least she could imagine what it might’ve been like.

She snapped back to reality when the ship jerked slightly and Kya stood.

“We’re here!” Kya said, wide grin on her face.

Lin smiled quietly and stood up with her, grabbing the small bag of things Kya had collected from her apartment for her. Kya took her other hand, picking up her own bag, and they walked to the exit ramp. It was a sunny day outside, hardly a cloud in the sky, and there was green overflowing at the edges of the landing pad. There was a collection of people in red and orange robes standing near the end of the ramp, seemingly waiting for them.

“Is that the family you were talking about?” Lin asked somewhat nervously.

Kya nodded, pulling her hand from Lin’s to wave at the group. A tall woman with grey hair almost as dark as Lin’s waved back before clasping her hands anxiously in front of her. With her stood three young men and a young woman. The woman bore a strong resemblance to her elder, long dark hair and sharp features almost a perfect duplicate. The first of the men, seemingly the eldest, also looked like the two women, though not quite as much. He had the same dark hair and angular jaw, but his face and shoulders were broader than the women’s.

The second and third young men shared the others’ dark hair, but almost nothing else. They were also the only ones not in long, expensive-looking robes, instead both wearing plain but well-made suits. The taller of the two looked more like the first three, his skin a matching tone and build holding the same thin and sharp qualities, but he didn’t look related to them. The shorter was much broader, his skin just barely darker than the others’. There was something about him that seemed softer about him, and his demeanour was far from any of the others. He bounced on the spot as Kya and Lin approached, his excitement and nerves much more apparent than those standing with him.

As they got closer, Lin felt herself getting more and more panicked. She couldn’t even begin to guess at who they might be, and it didn’t help that none of them looked anything like Kya or herself. She glanced at Kya, who was beaming at the people up ahead. If Kya were this excited to see them, surely she should be too, right? And Kya would introduce them to her, and they’d tell stories, and she’d learn to love them again. Just like she had with Kya.

“Kya, Lin,” The older woman said with a smile on her face, snapping Lin out of her head.

Kya rushed up and gave her a huge hug, nearly toppling the both of them over. Lin stood slightly back, raising her hand in greeting when the woman turned to her. She noticed tears welling up in her eyes and looked at the ground, another wave of guilt crashing over her.

“Oh, Lin…” The woman said, opening her arms. “May I?”

Lin looked back up at her, realizing she was asking to give her a hug. She nodded and took a step forward, immediately feeling the woman’s arms wrapping around her shoulders. Lin buried her face in her shoulder, taking in her scent and trying again to remember. Her eyes watered when she still came up blank and she pulled away. No matter how many times she had to do this, it never got any easier.

The woman watched Lin for a moment before turning to Kya.

“Let’s go home, shall we?” She asked, gesturing towards a satolimousine nearby.

Kya nodded and they all filed towards the sato, Lin taking a seat next to Kya once everyone else was loaded in. The drive was not a long one, but when they arrived at their destination, Lin had to stifle a gasp.

“You- you live in a palace?” She asked, mouth hanging open as they exited the sato and started walking up the long path.

“Did Mama not tell you anything?” The younger of the two women said, laughing.

“Mama?” Lin looked at Kya, a questioning look on her face.

Everyone fell silent for a moment, stopping when Lin stood back.

“Kya?” She asked, searching Kya’s face for answers.

Kya glanced nervously between her and the older woman before grabbing Lin’s hand and pulling her forward.

“I’ll tell you everything when we get inside, alright?” She murmured.

Lin huffed but nodded and the group continued towards the palace.

Not a word was uttered for the rest of the walk. In fact, nobody spoke until they were seated around a large table in an even larger room. The older woman sat at the head of the table, the other girl to her right. The eldest of the men sat to her left, followed by the energetic one and then the tallest. Lin sat across from the tall boy, Kya between her and the younger woman. Silver plates with steaming food were brought to the table by servers, one placed in front of each diner. Still, nobody spoke.

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Lin asked loudly, fed up with trying to guess for herself.

She glared at Kya next to her, who met her gaze with guilt and a mouth stuffed with rice. The energetic boy across the table let out a laugh before slapping his hand over his mouth.

“Sorry, it’s not- I’m not-,” He lowered his hand and looked down, busying himself with his food again.

This time it was Kya’s turn to let out a quiet laugh.

“It’s alright Bolin, don’t worry,” She said, smiling kindly at him.

Bolin.

Lin repeated the name in her head, trying to memorize it and match it to his face.

Bolin, Bolin, Bolin.

She felt a hand cover hers on the table and turned back to Kya. Kya drew a deep breath and squeezed Lin’s hand, flitting her gaze down the table before starting.

“At the end of the table is Izumi. She…” Kya paused and Izumi gave her a reassuring nod, prompting her to continue.

“She’s our wife. Next to her is Iroh, and this is Ursa,” Kya gestured to the girl to her right.

“Bolin is next to Iroh, and that’s Mako,” She nodded to the boy across from Lin, who gave a small awkward smile.

Lin sat quietly for a moment, going through names and matching them to faces in her mind. When she was sure she’d remember them, at least for now, she asked more questions.

“So Izumi is our… wife… so who is everyone else in relation?” She said hesitantly.

“Well, Iroh and Ursa are Izumi’s biological kids. Bolin and Mako…” Kya trailed off, looking to Mako for guidance.

He looked at her for a time before pushing away from the table.

“Could I… could I talk to you for a minute? Just us?” He asked Lin, holding his breath waiting for her response.

She looked at Kya who smiled and nodded before sliding her hair out from the table. Mako let out a relieved sigh and turned to leave the room, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Lin was following him.

When they were in the hallway, the door to the dining room closed behind them, Mako pulled Lin into a tight hug. She returned the hug, rubbing his back when she felt his shoulders shaking with sobs. They remained like that for a long time, until finally Mako pulled away. He looked at Lin with such sadness, though she thought she noticed a glimmer of hope in his amber eyes. She couldn’t help but want to comfort him, but her curiosity took precedence.

“Who… who am I to you?” She asked, watching his face closely.

He stared for a second before turning his head to the side. He let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes, steadying himself before speaking. Even so, it took another minute before he could say the word. When he did, Lin’s heart broke a thousand times over, the fear and hope in his voice a knife in her stomach. It was only one word, but it felt like so much more.

“Mom?”

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burnedwriter · 2 years ago

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A/n:hello everyone i hope you are having a wonderfull day/night! these are some fics that didnt make the cut to become full,and as always if there are any mistakes let me know!

A/n:it happened again this is a reupload of the og fics,i feel like sb is reporting my work but i will never find out who it is so im stepping away from tumblr for awhile,all of my fics will be on ao3.I HAD TO REUPLOAD THIS FOR THE 4TH TIME.i made a post about the situation that you can read here

warnings:fuck machine(dottore),mention of experimention(dottore),overstimulation(dottore),riding(tighnari),petnames(tighnari),masturbation(childe),degradation(scaramouche)

A/n:im not responsible what people read

Dottore

Strapped naked with your legs spread on the operation table as dottore was reading up the machine of his new experiment and as his assistant it was your duty to help him not that you had a choice.

He placed the machine between your legs, you asked him confused

''excuse me sir,can i ask what is this experiment is about?'' you said feeling anxiety build up inside your stomach since he didnt gave you any info about the machine

''no need to hurry dear,you will find out soon~''

feeling something cold poke your entranced you,you immediatly leaned down to look what it was

''what is thaaah~''before you could even finish your sentence,the object that was placed on top of the machine was inside of you,making you moan loudly as your walls parted.

''Aah~''you moaned in pleasure.

''hmph~c-can you m-make it go faster?''you asked him,getting impatient

Dottore let out a breathy laugh at your request

''eager i see arent we''

''i-i'm c-close''you spoke up so the doctor could hear you through the sound of the machine

''wait!,Aah~''your body jolt forward from the overstimulation,trying to close your legs only to be stop by stopped the restrains

''p-please t-too much~''you begged as tears started to form in your eyes and your breath becoming heavy

Getting up from his chair he walked over to you,now towering over you.

''brace yourself dear,its going to be a long night''

he purred as he rubbed the inner side of your thight with his hand.

tighnari

''are we going to stay here forever?''tighnari complained.

''im trying my best ok!!''you whined as you continued riding him.

''let me help you a bit''he signed and placed both of his hands on your hips as you placed yours on his chest for balance as he guided your hips to pick up the pace

''Ngh~tighnari~''you cried bouncing up and down on his cock

you felt yourself getting closer and closer to finishing as his cock was hitting your sweet spot over and over again

''im cumming''you moaned as tighnari's hands never left your hips and continued his frantic rythem

''then cum for me my little lotus''

childe/tartaglia

His breath hitched as he grew impatient from his own teasing,he pulled his cock out and started stroking himself at a slow pace

''Ah~fuck~'' he moaned to himself as he leaned back and closed his eyes

''hmph~ah~''He continue to rolling his hips as he fucked his hand,picking up the speed into a faster one as he could feel himself getting closer and closer.

''Aah~c-cuming c-cuming"he cooed,putting a hand on his mouth to suppress his moans as he moved his hand up and down his cock before he threw his head back and finishing on his hand.

scaramouche

''ngh~aah~''you moaned as you held on the desk for dear life,turning your knuckles white

''what happened too cock drunk to say anything slut''he teased never slowing down his pace

''scara-~''the only thing you coulld do is moan his name in response,your mind feeing cloudy from the pleasure

You feeling a sensation in your stomach growing stronger and stronger,as you feel your orgasm approching

''scara~i-i'm cumming''struggling to keep your voice low to not attract any unwanted attention from the people walking outside his office

''ah~then cum for me~''he commanded

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thechangeling · 4 years ago

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Out of our heads Out of our minds

So evil writer brain decided to cook up and incredibly toxic kitty fic because apparently I'm a terrible person lol. Blame @ilikebooks8 for letting this see the light of day.

The title is based on the song Out of this world by Bush.

Cw: slightly nsfw, violence, cheating, incredibly toxic behavior, beloved characters making bad choices, and implied sex.

Kit returns.

He returns to Ty with the same dazzling smile and charming witt, only now he seems to have grown even more impossibly beautiful as time has passed.

Now he's all hard lines and defined muscles and piercing sinful blue eyes that make Ty so angry he could scream.

Kit laughs and Ty wants to tear his insides out. Wants to rip Kit's heart right out if his chest just like he did to Ty. The painful gnawing rage of a betrayal that still stings after all this time. And yet still, Ty heard Kit was in danger and he came running like a man obsessed.

Ty knows deep down now matter how angry he is, he could never let anything happen to Kit. Nothing permanent anyways. Sometimes when the ache becomes to difficult to bare, Ty imagines punching that stupid smirk right off of his face. Or choking him hard enough to leave bruises. Of course Ty would never actually do such a thing. The sight of Kit in pain, any sort of pain is just too unbearable.

And that's the worst part. No matter how angry Ty gets he knows it can't last. And no matter how painful it is to be near Kit again, he still feels this unexplainable pull. This whispering in his ear to get closer and closer. To reach out and touch.

But it's stupid, and it's wrong anyways because Ty already has someone. Anush who was by his side the whole time at the scholomance and has never betrayed him. Anush who is sweet and thoughtful and gorgeous. Ty should be happy. After all, wasn't this what he always wanted? Someone to be there for him?

So he tried to distract himself from Kit by throwing himself into spending time with Anush and working the case. That's all Kit was now, just the latest problem to solve. A supernatural disaster. They would save him and stop the oncoming war and everything would be fine.

And then Kit would be gone. Blind panic teared at Ty's insides at the thought. There were these moments with Kit where they would make eye contact, or they would bump into each other in the kitchen and their fingers would brush and Ty would just desperately want to wrap Kit in his arms again.

He wanted to ask if Kit had really meant what he said that day on the beach. Sometimes when Kit stared at him with that soft sad smile on his face Ty wondered if they were going through similar things. Sometimes Ty wanted to tell him that he wished he had never met Kit either.

Kit Herondale was dangerous and unpredictable and loving him was like holding a live wire. But funnily enough the same could probably be said about Ty. Especially lately.

He felt like he was constantly in pain. Like his body ached with invisible wounds that made it impossible to breathe. The world was brutal and unforgiving, berating him with constant noise and blinding lights jabbing hot pokers into his brain. And the people with their sickly sweet smiles as they demanded he bare his soul.

But what if there was nothing left anymore? What if his soul had died with Livvy? Ty tried to cling onto the things that made him feel better. He hid away in his favorite spot, listening to his favorite music and pouring over Sherlock. Repeating the words to himself over and over again like they could pull him out of this tailspin. Ty distracted himself with Anush's sweet kisses and wandering hands as he tried to turn his brain off for once in his life.

But his soul was screaming out for another person to be the one touching him. He wanted Kit and that was infuriating. It made no logical sense. Not only was Kit responsible for breaking his heart but he also was notorious for playing fast and loose with his own life. Ty couldn't spend all his time constantly feeling like his heart was living outside of his body. Constantly in danger of being ripped open by some dark and evil thing.

Ty had everything he thought he wanted. But it still wasnt enough.

During another sleepless night, Ty found himself wandering the institutes halls. At this point he was simply just overtired. Too many nights spent worrying or studying or reading instead of sleeping. Now his body doesn't remember how to rest. Ty was far too exhausted to operate on logic or reason so he found himself standing outside of Kit's door, wondering absentmindedly how he got there.

Ty placed his hand against the door, fighting the urge to open it and walk through. He can remember the first time he waited outside of Kit's door, just like it was yesterday. He had no idea at the time why he was so drawn to the mysterious boy who had shown up at the institute after Ty had threatened him with a knife. The boy who turned out to be a lost Herondale. And honestly after all of this time Ty still couldn't explain it.

This is a bad idea, He thought to himself as he slowly turned the doorknob. This is a terrible idea. Ty, driven by pure need like fire under his skin, pushed the door open.

Kit was awake as Ty suspected he would be, sitting by the window and staring out into the night sky. Under the moonlight he was glowing. He turned around to stare at Ty, first with a look of shock, and then that same hallow desperation Ty had been seeing on Kit's face lately.

He also looked angry.

"What the hell are you doing in here Ty?" He sounded exhausted. Ty almost felt guilty in a sense. He stared at Kit for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"I don't know," he whispered, staring at the ground. "I suppose I was compelled." Ty let his gaze slowly rise up Kit's body, drinking it in.

Kit scoffed harshly. "Compelled? By what exactly, Tiberius?"

Ty looked up at Kit's face in surprise. He rarely called Ty by his full name. Ty really didn't like how it felt. Cold and distant. Ty sighed, pushing his fingertips against his collarbone and tracing it slightly.

"I don't know. I guess I just needed to know. I need to know why you left me." Ty tried not to let himself sound desperate or weak, but he had become worn down by this point. He couldn't keep up his defenses much longer.

"Why didn't you want me?" He muttered. "Why wasn't I good enough?"

And there it was. The painful truth that Ty had been avoiding. The fact that Kit had tossed him aside just like so many had before. Like Paige. Like his father. He had always tried so hard to make people happy. To live up to their expectations. But in the end it didn't matter how hard he tried, sometimes there was just no pleasing certain people.

Sometimes it seemed like there was no point in being good and following the rules if nothing ever changed. If Ty always ended up in the same place. If people always saw him as a problem or an inconvenience or worse, then he could just live up to their expectations. Be selfish and cold and cruel because no amount of begging and smiling was going to earn him respect.

Kit glared at him in shock. "Who the hell do you think you are? Coming in here to play mind games with me?" Before Ty could register what was happening, Kit was storming towards him and shoving him up against the wall with a loud thunk.

The feeling of Kit touching him again after all this time was dizzying. Kit was shorter then him so he needed to crane his neck a little to look up at Ty, which meant that his throat was completely exposed for Ty to stare at.

"I told you how I felt and you did nothing! You ignored me!" Kit cried. "I wanted you more then I've ever wanted anything Ty! I still do!" Tears were streaming down his face. Ty stared at Kit, completely frozen. His wrists were pinned to the wall by Kit's hands and their faces were inches apart.

Ty struggled to collect himself. "I didn't know what was going on," he gasped out shakily. "I was a mess Kit. I just had to get her back. But-." He cut himself off. It was all for nothing. Ty had lost Livvy in the end and he had lost Kit as well.

Ty shook his head. "Does this mean that you love me?" His voice sounded so far away. Like the words were being pulled from some unexpected place within him. Kit let out a soft gasp and squeezed his eyes shut before fixing his expression into a blank slate. He leaned forward slightly so that their lips were just barely touching, then gently trailed his mouth across Ty's cheek to his ear.

Ty felt him smirk slightly before Kit whispered in his ear. "Go to sleep Ty. Go back to your boyfriend."

And before Ty had time to think, he was lashing out. He shoved Kit backwards as hard as he could with a snarl. Kit went flying across the room and slammed into the opposite wall. If Kit had been human it probably would have knocked him out. Ty stared in horror at what he had done as Kit clutched his ribs and groaned.

"You seriously have some anger management issues!" Kit snapped at him, glaring pointedly. Ty knew that. When he was younger he used to have fits of uncontrollable rage all the time. Words didnt come easily to him so he would hit, scratch, bite or throw whatever was closest to make people realize he was in pain. When he wanted to say "don't touch me" or "you hurt my feelings" but he just could make the words form properly, he would get angry. And then he would lash out.

Ty thought he had been getting better at managing his emotions and communicating. But there was something about Kit Herondale that just evaporated every last bit of logic and reason he had until all that was left was the urge to scream.

Ty gaped in shock, searching for the right thing to say. "By the angel Kit, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that I swear!" He pleaded. His fingers were beginning to shake and flutter at his sides. He tapped desperately against his thigh, scratching at the material of his sweatpants to try and calm himself down.

Kit just shook his head and laughed humourlessly. "Honestly Ty, we should just tell the Seelie Queen not to worry. And Janus, and all the other people who want the first heir dead. You'll destroy me just fine on your own." He gaze was piercing and ruthless.

Ty's breathing was frantic and erratic as he shook in agony. He could feel he was on the urge of a meltdown.

Kit pulled himself to his feet. He stared at Ty longingly and then smiled slightly. A genuine smile. "But honestly what a way to go. Does that answer your question sweetheart?"

Ty gasped soundlessly, his hands shaking at his sides. He fought to get a hold of himself. Kit studied Ty for a moment, then slowly began to approach him.

"Why are you here Ty? Why did you come here exactly?" Kit was speaking in a soft lulling voice as if he was trying to hypnotize Ty.

"I'm here because I miss you," Ty admitted. "It's confusing. Because I'm still mad at you. But I can't stop thinking about you." Ty felt as though he was close to crying, which was concerning because he rarely ever cried.

Only for Kit.

Kit scowled at him slightly. "You're with someone else, remember?"

Guilt instantly pierced through Ty's chest. "Yeah I know, I'm a terrible person," he said bitterly. He didn't want to admit to himself that he had been trying this whole time to distract himself from Kit. That he was using Anush. But that was technically true. Ty saw the opportunity to lose himself in a pretty boy with an honest smile who loved him wholeheartedly.

Ty thought he could forget but then here he was. All roads led to Kit Herondale.

Kit sighed and reached for Ty, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. "You arent terrible. You're spiraling. And you come to me like I can save you from yourself? Please," Kit chuckled. "I can barely save myself."

"I don't need you to save me."

Kit stared at him with an expression that was hard to place. Then he smiled, but it wasnt a kind smile. It was a satisfied, knowing smirk. Kit traced his thumb under Ty's chin then back up to his lips, forcing them to part slightly.

"You think I don't know why you're here love?" He cooed in a voice that was both soothing and alluring. You think I don't know what you're after?" Kit sighed, sounding a little worn down. "If I was a better person, a stronger person. I would tell you to leave." He dipped his hands down underneath Ty's shirt.

Ty shivered at the cold feeling against his skin. He dropped his forhead down to lean against Kit's, revealing in the contact. "Lucky for you," Kit whispered against his lips, "I'm not."

Ty felt the last string of his self control snap as he kissed Kit roughly, grabbing onto his torso and pulling him closer. Kit responded to the kiss eagerly, parting his lips for Ty and laughing deliriously as their lips met again and again.

Kit was tearing off Ty's shirt as he walked him backwards, closer to the bed. As soon as he had slid it off if Ty's body, Kit tossed the shirt aside and went back to kissing him. Ty felt his knees hit the bed frame and he fell backwards onto the soft welcoming mattress, pulling Kit down with him.

Kit kissed a line down Ty's neck to his pulse point and Ty groaned, burying his fingers in Kit's curls. He was lost in a sea of pure desperation.

"Tell me to stop," Kit whispered between kisses. Ty froze for a moment. Then he understood.

Kit was giving him an out.

Ty responded by pulling Kit even closer and letting his head fall back against the pillows.

He closed his eyes and let Kit Herondale ruin him.

The morning after was the hardest. Ty pulled himself from Kit's arms and forced himself not to look back.

And that was when he finally cried.

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WHAT THE HELL FAE! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS OMG 😭

#tsc #tda #the dark artifices #kit x ty #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #twp #tw violence #tw cheating #cw toxic behavior #cw toxic relationship

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fortressclan · 4 years ago

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Bloodspeckle had lived many moons at this point in his life. Seen cats live and die, battles lost and won. He had seen many, many things. Not much surprised him anymore, or so he thought. However, it seemed the mercenaries Redstar had gained had made it their life goal to prove him wrong.

When Redstar announced the arrival of outside cats, that was when the remaining cats of Redclan had decided that the fight had gone on too long, and had left. Bloodspeckle couldnt blame them, but it did make his job a bit lonelier with only three other cats in the camp, one of which couldnt even communicate properly. Bloodspeckle found himself talking to his birds more during the period where the newcomers had joined the clan, finding more comfort in them than he did the others. He started dedicating more time to his work, spending less time with the clan. He could tell some of the cats who had known him before the others arrived were concerned, but he brushed them off, saying he was working harder to accommodate the sudden growing numbers. It was a lie. Why should he have to heal these buffoons who looked like they could barely fight a mouse, let alone a full cat? The day of the first battle was Bloodspeckle's first surprise.

Baystep and Firecrackle had volunteered to stay behind to guard the camp, while the rest had gone to the border of the two clans in a patrol. Apparently they had discussed earlier the plans of the battle, but Bloodspeckle had been paw deep in a loner's chest at the time, having been attacked by the loner and making them meet a quick end. The small group quietly split up to surround the small patch of land they sought to take, leaving Bloodspeckle with little clue on where to go. He took a look around, debating who to concern himself with first. It didnt take long, spotting the large mass of fur and what he prayed was muscle and not just more fur, and he slunked over beside the large tom. The tom, who Bloodspeckle remembered having been renamed Heavyclaw, looked down at him with a distrusting glare, and Bloodspeckle took a step to the side. He wasnt scared, he had lost the ability to fear a while back, but had enough manners to treat Heavyclaw with respect. The tom made a sound that Bloodspeckle took for one of thanks, before the quiet wait began. It took only a few heartbeats for the enemy patrol to come around, and immediately all hell broke loose. Bloodspeckle wasnt sure what to expect from the ragtag team of strays, but 'Slaughter' was definitely one way to describe it. It was Scorchleap who attacked first, picking a long lanky black tom who reminded Bloodspeckle of one of their own cats, Raccoonheart. Looking at the battlefield, he noticed various cats who looked strikingly similar, but Bloodspeckle brushed it off, having more important things to concern himself with. The battle didnt last long as he set down the herbs he had brought, and he watched as the large tom wrecked havoc on the Rushwing look alike. He swore he heard something snap as Heavyclaw slammed a paw down on the other- a rib, maybe?- before the retreat was called. The enemy patrol ran away, leaving their side victorious. Bloodspeckle quickly got to work and ran over with cobwebs and poultices, respect for the newcomers growing.

The second surprise came a moon later, while he was looking at a corpse he had 'found'. Bloodspeckle had tried to keep his work hidden from most, very aware of what reactions he would get. He had found nothing too interesting inside, much of the same stuff he had found many times, but when he looked up from his activities, he was surprised to find Baystep there, staring at the mess. At first Bloodspeckle didnt know how to react, and even began trying to find an excuse to why he was mucking around in some poor cat's body, but was rather stunned when Baystep walked over and began asking questions, unfazed by the body. "What does this little thing here do?" He had asked, leaving Bloodspeckle speechless before explaining with genuine excitement what he believed it to be. Excitement wasnt a feeling he felt very often at the time, but Baystep's interest and lack of morals had seemingly revived his passion. Not soon after did Bloodspeckle decide to give the others a chance, opening up a bit more and making time to talk to them. Bloodspeckle realized that clan life had dulled his senses as he learned more of these cats, and that there was much more outside of the clans than just patrolling and constant fighting.

The final surprise came three moons after the second. The presence of the others wasnt a foreign feeling anymore, and a welcome one at times. He had helped many with their injuries and sicknesses, and found himself enjoying his normal work once again. He was ecstatic when many had agreed to test some herbs for him, and looked forward to every visit he got. He had grown to become good friends with Baystep, and surpringly Heavyclaw. The latter often visited for any wounds he had recieved, and opened up when Bloodspeckle had begun to join in the fighting. More and more it seemed the large tom was coming in for smaller and smaller wounds, even coming in once for what Bloodspeckle suspected was a faked headache. Bloodspeckle didnt mind at all though, soon finding out Heavyclaw was much more than just a large and destructive cat. The two talked often while Bloodspeckle worked, giving Bloodspeckle some often much needed mental challenges with some topics they discussed. That morning Heavyclaw visited to check up on the medicine cat, having brought a rabbit to share. Bloodspeckle took a few bites inbetween sorting through his herbs, before Heavyclaw spoke. “You are sweet, when you want to be." That made Bloodspeckle pause for a second, processing what Heavyclaw had said. Sweet? Him? Bloodspeckle didnt vocalize his confusion and surprise, instead making inquisitive sound to push Heavyclaw to continue that train of thought so he could hop on and figure out exactly where the last stop was. "I have seen you with the others. You treat them kindly. In your own way. You play with the little Firefly, listen to tiny apprentice to amuse him. Heal Heavyclaw's and other's wounds, care for small prey." Bloodspeckle paused as he continued to list small things that had apparently added up. The garden he, Baystep, and Houndsnap had made. Giving poppy seeds to Hawkslash when he needed them, even if that happened to be when the sun was rising. Letting Scorchleap sleep in his den when the tom felt homesick after the camp changed, despite the fact the tom snored like a monster. Bloodspeckle was about to say something, about to brush Heavyclaw's examples as small signs of respect and nothing more, but paused as Heavyclaw began talking about those outside of their current clan. The mothers he had helped through birth, the endless battles and wounds that had never seemed to end. The secrets he had promised to keep a secret, even if it meant to break the code. Bloodspeckle had tried to get a word in throughout Heavyclaw's monologue, but shut his mouth with a click once Willowshine's name was mentioned.

"Loner told Heavyclaw." Heavyclaw explained, watching Bloodspeckle with a firm stare, before his voice dipped low and quiet. "Apprentice is not from clan. Heavyclaw is not dumb, I can tell. He-" Heavyclaw abruptly cut himself off, before shaking his head slightly to himself. Bloodspeckle could fill the blank in, though. "I've seen the vay Raccoonheart looks at him. Villowshine came to me ven she suspected she was expecting." Bloodspeckle said with a cold tone, warning Heavyclaw to be careful about the subject. The memory of Willowshine hurt a bit- she had been a good cat, and perhaps even a good friend at one point, and now she was just... gone. Of course, Bloodspeckle wasnt sure if Raccoonheart was entirely the father, but a part of him still wanted something, someone to blame. Heavyclaw simply nodded, and brought him out of his thoughts. "And you have not told a word to anyone, not even little apprentice. You have kept secret safe." Heavyclaw reasoned, wrapping his tail around his hind paws. "You can be sweet." He said with a tone that suggested anything Bloodspeckle could say would have no effect on his belief. Instead of fighting it though, Bloodspeckle sighed and shook his head. "Vatever you vish to believe, mein Kumpel." Bloodspeckle replied, as he let the memories go. Heavyclaw let out a sound that almost sounded like a chuckle, before the subject got changed. The two chatted a while more, before Heavyclaw had to excuse himself and leave. Bloodspeckle said goodbye as Heavyclaw ducked his way out of the entrance, and the medicine cat noted the barely touched rabbit still in middle of the den. Maybe Heavyclaw had been right, that he was growing soft and kinder to the new cats in the camp. While Bloodspeckle mightve hated and feared the idea in the past, Bloodspeckle wasnt entirely the same cat anymore. With hesitant curiousity, he welcomed the idea that these cats would remain a part of his life, even if it was for a short time. With all the surprises in his life, a few more couldnt hurt, could it?

#tf2 #tf2 au #warrior cats #warrior cats au #sil writes #sil answers #tf2 medic #tf2 engie #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #heavymedic #im sorry this took so long!#hope u like it ajndksd

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sheriffofmagic · 5 years ago

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em can we blease get some angst? vang0 calling burger in the middle of the night to pick him up after he went by himself to investigate a lead about his past, but it turned out to be nothing [he had the money to take a taxi but.... you know ;) ]

ok so i have written angst approximately one (1) time so idk how well this turned out but i sure did try (as per usual i didnt proofread because im lazy)

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Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Vang0 Bang0 paces the wet pavement of a deserted street. The grey steel buildings looming high overhead. Between the smog and the storm clouds brewing overhead it might as well have been nighttime. Vang0 wasn’t concerned with the scenery though. Instead he was breathing deeply, blinking furiously to hold back the hot tears clouding his vision.

Why are you even so upset? You knew this wouldn’t go anywhere, he thought bitterly. It didn’t help.

It doesn’t matter. Just another dead end in a string of false leads. He contemplates calling for a cab but he didn’t want some stranger to see him on the verge of a panic attack. Wouldn’t be good for his image… Before he can think too much about it he calls Burger Chainz. Tries to make himself sound normal as he asks for a ride. Burger doesn’t ask questions just tells Vang0 he’ll be there.

Vang0 sits down right in the middle of the sidewalk, not a person in sight. He runs his manicured hands over his face. Wills himself to not let this be a big deal. Wills himself to ignore the pain and the disappointment. He closes his eyes, some stray tears leak down his cheeks and he quickly brushes them away. He tries to separate himself from these feelings, this moment, this lifetime, to make himself an observer. Capable of locking this shit down and tucking it away. It’s not working out.

It’s practically no time before Burger’s van rolls to a stop at the curb. Wordlessly, Vang0 gets in and keeps his head downturned. There’s a nondescript acoustic track playing at such a low volume it takes Vang0 a minute to realize what the noise is. He can feel Burger’s eyes on him for a moment before the van pulls away.

Burger and Vang0 are close, really close, maybe an abnormal amount based on what Dasha said(not that Vang0 has a great frame of reference). But they don’t talk about real stuff. Not as a rule, it’s just never been something they do. And after Burger hadn’t pressed him for details on the phone Vang0 just thought this would be another thing they pretend to forget.

Burger didn’t seem to have the same idea.

“You want to, ah, tell me what’s going on?”

Vang0 just stayed silent.

Burger continued casually, “Why were you all the way out here by yourself?”

For a minute, Vang0 thinks about just ignoring him. Pretending to be too caught up in his thoughts or too much of an asshole to respond. But he sees Burger glance at him, earnest, concern plain on his face and thinks if anyone deserves an explanation, it’s him.

“I thought I had a lead. About me. Turned out to be nothing. It was dumb anyway, I don’t know why I thought I’d find anything.”

He stares straight forward as he speaks struggling to keep his tone neutral, not let his stupid emotions leak through.

“You coulda told me you’d found something. I woulda come with you.”

Vang0 can’t stop the small, bitter laugh that escapes him, “I didn’t find anything. It was a dead end. Months, I spent months researching this shit. Most of what I found was useless and anything useful turned out to be a dead end. This was the one thing that seemed like it might have a chance of being real. Of course it wasn’t.”

“I didn’t know you were looking into this stuff.”

“I don’t even know why I am. Or was. It’s- it’s stupid I should just move on I’m obviously not going to figure out anything about who I was or why someone did this to me…”

Burger was quiet for a moment, “Didn’t think you cared that much about that stuff.”

“I don’t want. I just do. It’s like- I don’t know who I used to be but I miss them? Sometimes I don’t even feel like I’m a whole person. Like I’m not quite real. Or maybe I was never real in the first place. I don’t know…”

Vang0 squeezed his eyes shut, forcing his eyes to stop welling. There’s a hollow silence that surrounds them briefly, it could be seconds or hours, it’s agonizing.

“What was it?” Burger asks, “The lead.”

Vang0 brushes at his bangs, eyes tracking the passing streetlights for a moment before he responds, “Cosmetics shop. Underground. Not legally sanctioned. No public records of patients but from what I found their clientele is pretty upscale. Figured someone who powerful enough to wipe a memory clean wouldn’t just half-ass it.”

“Oh,” Burger said, looking at him again, that annoying concerned look still on his face, “You never…”

Vang0 shrugs, “I can’t know for sure. ‘S just a feeling. It’s like, sometimes when I look in the mirror I don’t recognize myself. Like this isn’t my face, even though it’s the only one I’ve ever known. I look at it and I just know that’s not me. And I get startled like I’m wearing a mask I can’t take off. Even if I could… Who would I be? I mean, who am I without what they made me? Don’t even know if I am anything.”

He rubs a hand over his face, “This probably doesn’t even make sense. But it’s sort of like my skin doesn’t fit right and I know that but everything else is a big blank spot. I wish I could just let it go and move on but I can’t. I need to find out what happened but there’s no trail. As if I just blinked into existence in that warehouse.”

The car had stopped. How long had the car been stopped? Burger had a soft look in his eye as he listened. Now that he’d started talking he felt like he couldn’t stop though he desperately wanted to. Vang0 wanted to bury this deep down and ignore it. Lock it away until it disappeared. Didn’t want to have to talk about this. He hated the vulnerable feeling in his chest and how every word he spoke felt like it was cutting him open. But he couldn’t stop.

“I’d spent months looking and found nothing. And then I had this lead. This one lead. And I knew better than to get my hopes up but I did anyway. Everything I’d found about that place felt like it was leading to something and I wanted to believe so badly that it was. Whole way there, my heart was beating out of my chest. And when I finally got there? It was empty. The place just wiped clean. Like it had been empty for years. ‘Spent two hours looking around for anything, searched nearly the entire building and got nothing.”

Vang0 didn’t realize he was crying again until a tear fell on his arm, startling him. He rubbed at his cheeks furiously, shaking his head, “It was stupid. I should’ve known better than going. And going alone was a dumb risk. Shit, this is ridiculous. I’m so stupid-”

“Hey,” Burger reached out and laid his hand on Vang0’s, “don’t say that. I didn’t know you before but I know you now. You’re smart and wicked good with a gun and you’re my friend, whether you wanna be or not. You’ve been through a lot on your own but it doesn’t have to be like that. You’ve got people who want to help you. Words and stuff, that’s hard for me. But I can try and help. If what you look like doesn’t feel like you, I’ll help ya can change it. And if feelin’ like yourself is less ‘bout looks and more just how you feel, figuring out what happened, who you were? Then I’ll help you with that too. All you gotta do is ask. I’ll be there.”

Vang0 eyes are still wet and his mouth his hanging slightly open. His brain short-circuiting at how damn earnest Burger sounds. It was hard to trust anyone in this city but he knew he could trust Burger. Before either of them realize it’s happening, Vang0’s leaned across the center console and pressed his lips firmly against Burger’s. It lasts only an instant before Vang0’s brain turns back on and starts blasting alarm bells. He pulls back slowly, rubbing at the still-damp spots beneath his eyes. A dumbfounded look contorts Burger’s face and before the big guy gets a chance to speak (or Vang0 a chance to put his foot in his mouth) Vang0 opens his door.

“Thank you,” he says as he slides out of the door, “for everything.”

They just stare at each other through the open door. Not for long. Some unspoken sense of understanding settling over them. But Vang0 doesn’t want to dwell on all of this right now. Panic over the many vulnerabilities he has just exposed is already setting in. Looking at Burger though, he knows he has nothing to worry about.

Vang0 takes a deep, shuddering breath, reminds himself that he’s here, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And he shuts the door.

#hello friends i am back with more bullshit #vang0chainz #burgerbang0 #vang0 bang0 #burger chainz #answered #every time i publish one of these i get nervous #Anonymous

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bahrlee · 4 years ago

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Suck the Blood From my Wound

Basically Beach Bear simps after Dook. Enjoy

🦇🦇🦇chapter two: dead behind the eyes🦇🦇🦇

After the strange experience from a week ago---he still swore someone put something in his drink that caused him to imagine that whole thing---he decided to stay away from that part of town for a little particularly the place he drove home from, and even more particularly that seven eleven. He wasn't even going to try to comprehend the existence of Mythical creatures in the real world, he was just going to think it was a dream, and leave it up to that. He liked going out at night though during the summertime. He liked to make the most of his warm feelings towards the night before autum and winter came, which sent him down an inconvenient depression. He decided to stay in the vicinity of his town this time, in Hope's of not encountering anything strange tonight.

Well, he encountered something strange that night. He decided to go see a movie. To makes the most out of it, he sat in the back corner, away from everyone. The seclusion gave him the focus he needed to enjoy the movie to its fullest. He didnt buy anything usually, he just came to watch. But when he went for his original spot, someone else was already there. He didnt feel like sharing space with another person today; honestly he enjoyed his alone time more than hed like to admit, even with the lack of real friends, but maybe he could. Or so he thought until the stranger glared at him in an eerily familiar way. Hes never seen him before, either. He wouldve known if he saw a unique looking person like him before.

Sharp blue eyes against dark skin---an interesting combo he really liked. His hair sat on his head in perfect ringlets. Well, the long parts that is. He had a mullet, something odd that hes never seen in awhile. He made out a David Bowie t-shirt under his studded jacket. Wearing leather in the uncomfortable florida summer, a bold choice. It was enough to entice him, and to draw him nearer, even with the glare.

"Go away." He stated firmly.

"Well I always sit here when I come here." He argued back.

"Well I'm new to this town, so why dont you give me a little space, huh?" There was a slight curve at the side of his mouth.

"Since your new, how about you meet people?" He asked sitting down, taking a seat one seat away from him.

"I-I dont like that very much, ha." It was now a full on smile, bringing a gentle presence to his cold hard features.

"You from Louisiana?" He asked him, noticing the Cajun pronunciation that was very present in his voice.

"New Orleans." He said.

Enter, another long dramatic pause.

"Hey, that's cool. What brings you here?" He asked next.

He shrugged. "I dont have to tell you that." He said. "Just know I'm here now." He took a sip of his drink and turned his head to the blank screen for a short moment before hitting him with a question. "You always talk to people like this?" He asked him, standoffish.

"I usually come here for some alone time, but guess who waltzed right into my area?" He quipped back.

"Well god forbid other people like the dark corners of the theater just like you." He shot.

Beach laughed quietly, entertained by this intriguing stranger. "I'm Beach."

He raised a brow at him. "That's your name?"

Beach drew a blank for a moment. He was always good with words, always good at finding a comeback, a return, a rebuddle---but he found himself completely lost for words with this guy. "I mean it's a nickname and I hate my real name so…."

He looked at him spitefully as if he knew his real name. It scared him, but made him want to talk to him even more.

"I'm Dook." He said.

"Hey Dook."

He didnt respond back, he just gave him a look and turned away.

Then the movie started.

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Beach came to the realization he had a type. Men who were completely uninterested in and unimpressed by him. It wasnt really a power thing, it was more of a n equality thing. He liked someone he could play off of, and have fun with. Or maybe it was a power thing and he liked being a weak little simp. He was tall, smart, and sarcastic, so he was always though as someone assertive, and mean, but in truth he wasnt much. He was sweet, he liked to garden and read books, he wasnt nearly as intimidating than what people thought.

Dook seemed a bit shy too. Not a big initiator of conversation. He still talked to him, and joked with him, but the whole time he remained a bit flustered by the presence if another person. It made him mysterious, and he liked it a lot.

Another thing, Dook didnt talk to him during the movie, so he could really actually pay attention to the whole thing like he wanted, even with a person a seat apart from him. Maybe it was because Dook didnt want to give him the time of day in the first place, but he didnt move, so that was a sign he didnt give a completely mediocre first impression.

He didnt even looking like he was watching the movie for thst matter. Just staring off into the distance, through the screen, off in his own world. Maybe he was lost in thought, and he came to the movies to think more than watch. Or maybe he was just zoned out and his head was empty. Either way, he seemed out of it.

But besides all that, he thought he was cute.

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When the movie was done, and the people filed out, he was surprised to see Dook still left in his seat.

"Hey, are you gonna get up?" He asked him, helplessly curious. Now that the theater was lit, he noticed the heavy dark circles under his eyes.

In response, Dook just closed his eyes and shrugged. Would it be pretty dark here at this time of night? He asked.

He looked at his watch. 10:30. "Yeah, it's pretty dark. You think Florida's like reverse Alaska or something? Where we have three whole days of sunlight or something?"

"Quit thinking I'm dumb." He said, a particularly nasty roll to the voice. Maybe it was playful? He couldnt tell.

"Okay, um… seeya I guess." He turned around, but turned back around. "Um…. I can show you around town, sometime." He started playing with a strand of his hair like he always did when he was nervous.

"Like a date?" He blushed, finally showing a sign of being flustered.

"No, it doesnt have to be, it's just that you're new and I know the best places in town, that's all."

"Okay then. Um, I'm flattered, but no thank you. I've been here a week already."

"Oh." He said, disappointed. " then Maybe we'll see each other in this exact spot again soon."

He grinned. "Maybe."

He left the theater rooms, the theater building, and the downtown area, completely mesmerized that night. What a discovery. He was left with so many questions he should've asked, even if he wouldn't have answered. He almost felt like it wasn't a real experience, similar to a night he had before. He didn't remember which one, he tended to be unable to keep track of what he did sometimes---losing time and procrastination and all that---but he sensed a sort of deja vu from that experience. But he hoped it was real this time, because that man, as he shamelessly admitted in his head, was pretty cute.

#rae au #fanfiction #beok #bahrlees beok #dook larue #beach bear #the rock afire explosion

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askwhathasthiscometo · 5 years ago

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Imagine if Marlene and Dorcas never got together.

Dorcas Meadowes: @dorathemetamorphmagus

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Dorcas Meadowes

In sixth year Dorcas is 15 for a large part of the year. She's excited to come back and see all her friends again and have - as always - the best year at Hogwarts. When she steps out on platform 9 3/4 she spots her best friend's bright blonde hair immediately. Her hair's a little longer and she notices because she has let her long curls hang down the back of her new denim jacket. A new look for the always quidditch-ready Marls who usually had her hair up. During the train ride she sits silently thinking to herself how pretty this girl actually is. The next few months she kept having the same argument with herself over and over: yes, Marls looks unusually pretty, but Lily is pretty too... I guess?

They have been best friends for more than five years why is it suddenly... exciting to be around her? Dorcas woke up so many days catching herself wondering if Marls would notice the small amount of makeup she put on or that she curled the end of her ponytail. But she didn't tell anyone and got flustered when she caught herself having these thoughts.

The year went on and she appreciated every single second she had with all her friends so close to her. Especially Marlene.

First day of the seventh year and Dorcas had butterflies in her stomach as she stepped out on the platform. Which is so weird because she had done this six times already. Her eyes searched through the crowd for familiar faces and finally stopped as they met hazel eyes under long blonde hair. They both smiled. Is it possible that she exceeded pretty and just went straight for drop down beautiful? What is going on? It's only been two months.

This year was the year of the sigh. Sigh. What is it with this girl. Sigh. Her golden hair sparkles in this light. Sigh. Why is everything she says so interesting and funny. Sigh. These boys are idiots. Sigh. I want to touch her soft skin. Sigh. Her eyes are so beautiful. Sigh. I'm in love with my best friend. Sigh. Why is she not into girls. Sigh.

For Christmas she got Marlene a silly necklace. She didn't really think she would wear it but loved the photograph in it. In return she got, not one, but two books which were handed over with slight excuses of not being the best gifts but that she did improve one of them by adding her own scribbled lines on the last blank pages. She loved them. She could see they were second hand but the fact that she remembered her talking about these books earlier in the year and then went out to find them for her meant so much to her that they never left her bedside table.

She spend so many days starring at this breath taking blonde creature in front of her. Doing homework. Eating. Listening to teachers. Not listening to teachers. Playing quidditch. Being silly with the boys. Laughing. She sucked in every single second she spend with her. Cherished them. Cherished her. Marlene just didn't know. Oh Merlin how she wished she knew. But at what cost? What would it do to their friendship if she felt the same way? Or if she didn't feel the same way? The outcome scared her.

She got so aware of her every move, carefull not to linger too long in a touch or stare too much. Carefull not to say the wrong things that felt so right to say.

Of course they were girls and they were best friends and she thanked every social construct made up that girls are allowed to be very friendly with other girls. So she could touch a little more and she could stare a little longer. She could tell her that she loved her and she would blow her a kiss before she walked giggling out the portrait hole.

When school ended everything changed. They saw each other a lot but not as often as they were used to. The mood changed. Outside the walls of hogwarts everything seemed so real. So frightening. The war was really here and they were gonna fight it.

In this constant state of terror she started wondering if maybe she should just tell her. Bare her soul and pour her heart all over her unsuspecting presence. She could lose her. But she could also get what Lily and James had. A little light in this eternal darkness.

They fought battles side by side. They mended wounds side by side and at night they slept on the Potter's couch closer than just side by side. Time seemed to move past faster than she wanted it to but it pained her to be so close to her, but still just out of reach. She had to do something. Soon.

In June they spend the rare days off laying in sun rays on patches of grass looking up at the trees. The nights were order time. Dorcas started staying home more often to help Lily when she suddenly had her hands full. She didn't mind not being a part of the front out there, but it did worry her way more that she weren't there to help. She missed her. She missed her giggles and jokes and most of all just being. Just existing in peace and quiet the two of them. Alone. She had made her mind up. She was going to tell her as soon as she came back. What good would it be if something awful happened and she didn't come back? Now was the time. She spend all evening practicing the words in her head so much that Lily asked her several times if she was okay. Are you sure you're okay? She kept glancing at the clock on the wall for hours. It didnt usually take this long. Then she heard the front door unlock and her heart slowed down a bit. Finally. James walked in followed by Sirius and Peter. A moment went by and then Frank and some other Order members. But no Marlene. She had apparently gone by her parents' house on the way back.

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Marlene McKinnon

In sixth year Marlene was 16 before the school year even started. As she was saying goodbye to her family, her father pointed out that her girlfriend was approaching. She was just about to exclaim that she didn't have one, when she realizes that he meant it platonic. 'Cause, you know, that's a thing. She turned around and her gaze found the prettiest brown eyes, that she has missed all summer. A girl who's my friend. My girlfriend. Her insides did a little dance as they hugged for the first time in two months. There was so much catching up to do on the train. She needed to know every detail of her summer that she didn't mention in any of the letters - well, and Lily's too. She loved to just sit back and listen to what she had to say and stare at her curvy lips as she talked. Her eyes always sparkled when she was really excited about a subject.

She had known for a while that she found Dorcas a little too cute and a little too beautiful for just your average friend. But had she also done nothing whatsoever? Yes. Because what exactly could she do? She was obviously her best friend which explained all the affection she received in return but she also talked about the boys like they had her full attention. She spend so much time being confused.

Summer before seventh year went by too slowly, but when she finally found herself on the platform with her family, her eyes kept searching the crowd over and over until, finally, dark chocolate hair made its way through the crowd. Her breath caught in her throat for a second before their eyes found each other almost immediately. They both smiled. This girl would be the death of her.

This year Lily made her aware that she sighed more than usual. To the point where it was annoying actually. She sighed once more before finally telling her what was eating her up from the inside. By Merlin it felt good to spill her heaviest thoughts. And to her surprise Lily didn't shut down her feelings completely because - as she pointed out - this was the 70s and just look at Pads and Moony. But being openly gay wasn't the problem. Losing her best friend was. Lily was in many ways her best friend and the same with Sirius but at the same time also Dorcas - in a third very different way.

For Christmas she got a locket necklace from Dorcas. It had a photograph of the two of them and Lily doing funny faces at Sirius who took the photo fifth year. She loved it so much that the only times she didn't wear it was on the Quidditch field only because she wouldn't want to risk losing it. It was weird how such a small item could hold so much meaning for her. For Dorcas she had found some cheap second hand books that she remembered her mentioning at some point. She did want to make them a little personal so she had found her inner poet and written some lines in the back on those last empty pages. Nothing much, just basically all her deepest feelings for this girl disguised as someone else's words. She felt almost embarrassed that her gift didn't match hers at all in any kind of value.

The year was almost over. Hogwarts was almost over. It was hard to imagine not being around these people all day every day. She tried to cherish every moment she had with all her friends but mostly with Dorcas. She became way more physical but at this point she didn't care anymore. She would put her head in her lap when they sat on the couch in the common room. Hold her hand when they were walking places. Stroke her hair when they lay on the grass in the sun. Put her arm around her whenever she had the chance. Hers, but not quite. Just gals being pals. Whenever she would get too sexually frustrated she would grab her broom and practice quidditch till her arms hurt and she was too exhausted to think. This was crazy. She needed to stop.

The war changed everything. She still saw her favorite people but times had drawn a dim blanket over everything. They were happy. Of course they were. But it was always hidden in the faces of everyone. You could see that it was constantly in the back of their minds. They were scared. She would hang around Lily and James' mostly because her own place was small and cold but also because she didn't want to be alone. But mostly because Dorcas also came by very often and so she could share the couch with her every other night, and come home from order missions to her. She could hold her hand.

Lily always proclaimed how jealous she was of Marlene's ability to just say whatever was on her mind. No filter. But this was one thing she could never get herself to put into actual words. Not even to Lily now. Guess she just had to be okay with not being okay. She grabbed her coat and wand and waved at Lily and Dorcas before following the boys out of the door. It was nice to have the missions to steal her focus and get her mind of Dorcas. But then again; it was very nice to have silly girl problems to keep her mind of the fact that an actual war was going on. The mission was over pretty early in the evening so she told the boys that she would swing by her parents’ to pick up some stuff. She had a muggle movie she wanted to show Dorcas tonight. As soon as she opened the door, she felt it. Something was wrong.

The End

#hp #Marlene McKinnon #Dorcas Meadowes #Marauders #fanfic #hp fanfic #Dorlene #dorathemetamorphmagus #Liv #Unavowed Feelings

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