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eternalfarae · 1 month ago

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Take your anger out on me | kisaki tetta

A/N: though kisaki obviously cheated on his gf on fucking with y/n, I DONT SUPPORT CHEATING OR EVER WANT TO TRIGGER ANYONE WHO GOT THROUGH IT :))

TW: cheating,teacher x student trope,sex,all 20+,college au,doggy style,slut y/n

It was a typical Monday morning at the bustling college, the air thick with a mix of anticipation and dread. You, a popular and vibrant young woman with a penchant for living on the wild side, sauntered through the corridors with an unmistakable spring in your step.

Your heart raced, not just because of the thrill of a new week, but because of the latest rumor that had been circulating like wildfire: the school had hired a new, supposedly drop-dead gorgeous, teacher. With a mischievous grin, you decided to make the most of this unexpected turn of events.

Entering the classroom with a flourish, you couldn't help but feel a little thrill as your eyes landed on the newcomer. He was indeed handsome, with sleek blond hair and a pair of glasses that screamed 'intellectual'. He stood at the front, his attention focused on organizing his notes, blissfully unaware of the stir he was causing among the students.

Kisaki Tetta, the new teacher, looked up as you took your seat. His gaze met yours for a brief moment, and you felt your cheeks flush. The skirt you'd chosen for today was definitely shorter than usual, and you hadn't worn any underwear. It was a rebellious choice, a silent declaration of your intentions to make an impact on him. You felt a flutter in your stomach, a mix of excitement and naughtiness, as you realized the risk you were taking.

As class began, you couldn't help but fidget, the cool air of the classroom tickling your bare skin beneath the skirt. Every shift of your body, every little movement sent a thrill through you, reminding you of your audacious decision. You watched Kisaki out of the corner of your eye, his sharp gaze seemingly oblivious to your secret. The anticipation was unbearable, like a coil winding tighter with each passing second.

The bell finally rang, signaling the end of the school day. The class erupted into a cacophony of chatter and the rustling of bags, and you took your sweet time gathering your things. When the room had almost cleared out, Kisaki's voice echoed through the empty seats, calling out your name.

You felt your heart skip a beat. The way he said it, so casually yet with a hint of something more, made you wonder if he'd noticed your earlier daring. You made your way to the front, feigning nonchalance. "Yes, sensei?"

Kisaki's office was small but meticulously organized, a stark contrast to the chaotic classroom. The air was heavy with the scent of old books and new beginnings. He gestured to the chair across from his desk, his eyes never leaving yours. As you sat down, the fabric of your skirt whispered against the chair, betraying your nervousness.

"I noticed your interest in me today," Kisaki said, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate within you. "It's not every day a student makes such an... effort to stand out." His tone was light, but there was an underlying seriousness that sent a shiver down your spine.

The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker, as his gaze lingered on your legs. You shifted uncomfortably, the absence of fabric under your skirt now glaringly obvious. The tension had shifted from playful to something else entirely, something that made you want to both run away and lean in closer.

"Is there something you wanted to tell me, Y/N?" His voice was a soft purr, the kind that could make you confess all your darkest secrets without even trying. You licked your lips, tasting the dryness that had crept up on you.

The tension between you was palpable, thick as a fog that had rolled in from the sea. His eyes dropped to your mouth, and you felt a sudden urge to lean across the desk and kiss him. It was absurd, you knew, but the way he was looking at you made you feel like you could get away with anything.

"Well?" he prompted, one eyebrow arching slightly above the frame of his glasses. The challenge in his gaze was unmistakable, and you knew that backing down now would be admitting defeat.

The air grew colder, the tension in the room thickening until it was almost tangible. You felt a bead of sweat trickle down your spine, despite the coolness of the air-conditioned office. The line between student and teacher, innocence and desire, began to blur as you leaned in closer to him. "Maybe I just wanted to see if the rumors were true," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "If you're as... captivating as everyone says you are."

Kisaki's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He pushed a loose strand of hair out of his face, and your eyes were drawn to the way his fingers moved, so gracefully and yet with a hint of danger. "And what do you think?" His question hung in the air, charged with a current that made your heart race even faster.

You couldn't help but stare at him, taking in the sleek blond hair that framed his sharp jawline and the way it fell slightly into his eyes. It was like watching a predator assess its prey, and you were all too aware of the power he held over you in this moment. "You're..." The words caught in your throat, and you swallowed hard. "You're more than I expected, sensei."

He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking faintly, and the scent of his cologne reached you, a mix of citrus and something darker, something that made you want to inhale deeply and let it consume you. "Is that so?" His voice was a caress, and you felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine.

With a flicker of a smile, he reached out and placed his hand on your knee, the heat of his touch searing through the fabric of your skirt. You gasped, the contact sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your core. His thumb began to trace lazy circles, his eyes never leaving yours, challenging you to make the first move. Your pussy grew wetter, the fabric of your skirt sticking to your skin as you felt yourself getting more and more aroused.

"You know," Kisaki murmured, his voice a silky promise, "I've always had a soft spot for students who dare to be different." His hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against your inner thigh, the touch feather-light. You could feel the dampness spreading, your body begging for more. The room seemed to tilt on its axis, the rest of the world fading away as all your focus was drawn to the man before you.

Before you could respond, he stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. He rounded the desk with the grace of a panther stalking its prey, and you felt your breath hitch as he leaned over you, his hand sliding up to your hip, his thumb teasing the sensitive skin beneath the hem of your skirt.

"Get on the desk," he said, his voice low and commanding. You didn't need to be told twice. You stood up, your legs wobbling slightly, and placed your palms on the cool wood, feeling the smooth surface against your skin. He stepped closer, his hand guiding your waist as you climbed onto the desk.

As you bent over, the skirt hiked up around your hips, exposing your bare ass to the air. Kisaki's breath was hot against your skin, his hand firm as he positioned you just right. You could feel the heat of his desire, his arousal pressing against the back of your thigh. Your pussy was so wet that you were sure he could feel it through your clothes.

With a swift movement, he pulled down your skirt, baring your nakedness to him. You felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of fear - this was it, there was no turning back now. His hand slid between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, stroking it gently as you gasped. He took his time, savoring the moment, as if he could feel the power he had over you.

Without a word, he positioned himself behind you, aligning his cock with your wet entrance. He pushed in, slow and steady, filling you up with his size. You felt your pussy stretch around him, the pain mingling with pleasure as he claimed you right there in his office. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, feeling your body adjust to his girth. He was so much bigger than any other man you'd been with, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

As he began to thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small room. The pain grew more intense, a delicious ache that made your eyes water and your toes curl. You reached down to brace yourself against the desk, your knuckles white with the effort of staying still. He was relentless, his strokes deep and powerful, as if he was trying to reach the very core of you.

With every thrust, you felt his cock pulse inside you, the veins on his shaft throbbing with each beat of his heart. It was an oddly intimate sensation, feeling his desire in such a raw, primal way. His breath was hot and heavy in your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe as he whispered sweet nothings that made you shiver.

As you moaned "ahh~ nggh~!" with each penetration, the desk beneath you creaked in protest, the sound only adding to the illicit thrill of the moment. Your body responded to his rhythm, hips moving in sync with his as he claimed you with every inch of his manhood. The friction was exquisite, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through you like a stormy sea.

And then it began, a soft, almost imperceptible change in his tone. "You're such a good girl, aren't you?" He whispered, his voice thick with lust and something else - a hint of something darker, something that made you squirm. "Call me 'Daddy'," he ordered, his grip on your hip tightening.

The word slipped from your lips without thought, a forbidden incantation that sent a shock of pleasure through you. "Yes, Daddy." It was like a dam had broken, unleashing a torrent of desire that washed away any remaining shreds of your inhibition. His strokes grew stronger, more demanding, as he claimed you in a way no one ever had before.

Kisaki's hand slid around to the front, his thumb circling your clit with a masterful precision that had you teetering on the edge of release. The tension grew tauter, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you felt the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was inescapable. "Cum for me," he murmured, his voice a dark promise in your ear. "Let me hear you scream."

The words were like a match to kindling, igniting the flame within you. You couldn't hold back anymore, your body shaking with the force of your climax. You felt your pussy clench around him, your muscles contracting with a ferocity that surprised even you. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that you could do nothing but let it consume you.

"Daddy," you screamed, the sound echoing off the walls of his office, your voice hoarse with passion. Your vision swam as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, each one more powerful than the last. It was as if you were being reborn in that moment, transformed by the heat of your desire and the dominance of the man who now owned you.

Kisaki's grip on your hip tightened even further as he felt your orgasm wash over him, his own pleasure rising in response. He slammed into you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approached his peak. "Good girl," he growled, the words a declaration of victory, a promise of what was to come. "So tight, so perfect."

As the last tremors of your climax subsided, he withdrew from you, leaving you feeling empty and exposed. He stepped back, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you, sprawled across his desk. "Now, get dressed," he said, his voice still laced with that dark command.

You scrambled to pull down your skirt, feeling a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. The fabric was sticky with your juices, and you could feel his eyes on your every move as you tried to compose yourself. "What?" you asked, your voice shaking slightly. "What do you mean?"

Kisaki's smile was cruel, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "I meant what I said, Y/N," he said, his tone icy. "You're going to leave here looking like you've just been fucked, and everyone will know exactly what happened in here." His words stung, the harshness of them slapping against your still-sensitive skin like a cold shower.

As you slid off the desk, your legs shaky from the intensity of the encounter, he stepped closer, his hand coming down hard on your ass. The smack echoed through the room, the sound sharp and final. You yelped, the sting of his hand on your bare flesh sending another rush of heat through you. The smack was both a declaration of his power over you and a reminder of the transgressive line you'd just crossed.

"Now, go," he said, his voice like velvet over sharpened steel. You scurried to gather your things, your cheeks flaming red. The fabric of your skirt clung to your wetness, a stark reminder of what had just transpired. As you reached the door, you paused, your hand hovering over the knob.

Turning it slowly, you stepped out into the empty hallway, the harsh reality of what you'd done crashing down on you. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the walk of shame, only to find your friend, Mika, leaning against the lockers with a knowing smirk on her face. Her eyes raked over you, the smug look in them telling you she'd heard every gasp, every moan.

"Looks like someone had a productive detention," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or should I say, a 'hands-on' learning experience?"

Your cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and anger, but before you could respond, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. The hallway outside Kisaki's office filled with the noise of students rushing to leave. You slipped past Mika, hoping she'd let it go, but her eyes followed you, her smirk never fading.

As you walked away, the gravity of her words sank in. A girlfriend? You had no idea Kisaki was taken, and now you were the other woman. The thrill of the encounter was replaced with a bitter taste in your mouth. You'd crossed lines you never thought you would, all for a man who had a life outside of school.

Mika's smirk lingered in your mind as you hurried to your locker, your heart racing. You had to get home and clean up, to wash the scent of him off your skin and erase the memory of his touch. But even as you tried to convince yourself it was a mistake, a part of you craved more.

As you reached for your books, a crumpled piece of paper fell to the floor. You bent down to pick it up, expecting a hastily scrawled note from a friend, but your eyes widened when you saw Kisaki's neat handwriting. It was an invitation to meet him in his office the next day, promising a 'private lesson' you wouldn't forget. Your pulse quickened at the thought of what that could mean.

A!N: should I continue this? If so share some ideas plz (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

#kisaki x reader #kisaki tetta #smut #tokyo rev smut #teacher x student #teacher x reader #good slvt

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league-of-thots · 5 years ago

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Chains; a discord server collab

“MORE THAN JUST 7 MINUTES. SECURE YOURSELF AN UNFORGETTABLE NIGHT IN HEAVEN WITH A HOTTIE FROM YOUR AREA”

Normally you would have ignored these sorts of proposals, but this was… different. The homepage actually looked really well designed for something that should supposedly be just like every other, bug-infested hookup site, so you continued.

Underneath the title, there was a link which read: “Click here to sign up and get your match”

You still hesitated. Receiving a random item from a random person just to get their address and hook up for a night? This could very well be a scam which would end up with you having to avoid a creep when you got to the assigned place. To be a bit worried and skeptical about this deal was an understatement. But in the end, curiosity got the better of you and you clicked on the link.

That happened a few days ago and everyday you anxiously awaited your box, wondering if it was a scam all along. Suddenly, you heard the familiar noise of your doorbell ringing and you jumped. Opening the door, you found a neatly wrapped red and pink box sitting on your doorstep, the letters “Your night in heaven awaits” written in the middle.

You swallowed and carried the package back inside, carefully putting it on the desk.

“Well, here goes nothing.” And with shaky hands, you slowly started to open the box.

A/N: hey everyone! This is my first collab piece and I'm pretty excited with how it turned out. I wanted to take Dabi in a different direction than usual so he’s a sub in this one :P enjoy!

Warnings: sex, oral sex, bondage, minor masochism, choking (giving), sub/dom play

Word Count: 3k

Inside, to your surprise was a bunch of chains. Must’ve been why the box was so heavy, also - what the fuck?

If you didn’t have any doubts before, taking out the long, almost delicate, silver chains was certainly making you wonder what type of evening you’d signed yourself up for. However, once they were all taken from the box, you could almost admire the way that the individual links wound around each other. It had three large, thicker loops, which had hinges. They created a triangle shape, and from your guess, each of the three would go around your neck and two wrists.

Also in the box was a rectangle piece of thick paper and an address printed in a fancy script. Underneath in a messy scrawl were the words “be prepared for a hell of a night ;)”.

You decided to put on some of your favourite lingerie, this night was for yourself after all, and you were damn well going to enjoy it. Over top you put on some casual clothes, put the chains back in the box and set off towards the address. You were going to make whoever sent you these chains damn well wore them instead of you. It would be fun to see their reaction to that, you think.

When you got to the building, you noticed that it was a below average neighborhood, but not enough so to make you feel any undue unease. The building itself was a few stories high and looked like a condo building, when you walked inside there were a few people in the lobby that gave you curious glances, but didn’t say anything. The stairwell to get to the third floor, where your hook up would be waiting, was on the right side of the building. So, with your box in hand, you make your way up the stairs quickly.

Checking the card once more - 321, the room that you’d been given - was right in front of you. So, steadying your nerves you knock on the door a few times and wait. You hear faint steps from the other side of the door, and as it opens, you’re come to face a rather lean black haired man. He had piercings all over his face and a smirk that completed the typical ‘bad boy’ look he seemed to be going for.

“Well hello there, doll. Not exactly who I pictured would be coming to the door, but I can’t say I’m disappointed.”

“Thank goodness for you.” You shoot back. “You going to let me in, or should I just keep making the doorstep prettier?”

He lets out a dry chuckle at that, opening the door the rest of the way and allowing you into the small apartment. There were a couple of couches, a small table and a few kitchen appliances. There were two doors, one of which must lead to the bedroom, and the other most likely a washroom.

“Want something to drink?” He says to you as he pours himself some brandy. He swirls it around and takes a sip.

“Sure.” You reply. “Have any vodka?”

“Of course.” He says and gets it out from one of the cupboards, pouring you and him both some shots.

They burn on the way down, but you loosen up a bit, starting to relax once you realize that this wasn’t some sort of set up.

“Do I get the pleasure of knowing your name?” You ask not really expecting an answer. But he surprises you.

“Dabi, doll. What about you? Bet you got a pretty name to go with that pretty face.” He replies lightly caressing your face.

“Y/n.”

“Fits you.”

Wanting to start the night, you slide over to his side of the counter, hopping onto it while he looks at you amused.

“You trying to take control now from me, doll?” He says with a sharp grin and you pull him down to kiss him as a response.

He nips at your lips and you feel his mouth turn upwards in amusement at the little gasp that escapes you at that.

Scowling, much to his amusement, you bring your hands up into his hair (it’s much softer than you thought it’d be, much like the man himself) and pull a bit. He groans and you take the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth.

The two of you spend some time exploring one another, hands rustling to go underneath clothes, gasping for air as kisses become more intense. He has a tongue piercing which you hadn’t noticed at first, which feels amazing as you kiss him, and you bet it’ll feel even better if he eats you out tonight.

“You know, Dabi,” you pant out. ”I wanted to get whoever sent these chains to me in them before, and now I want too even more. Look, they’d go so well with all of your other piercings.” You lightly play with the staples on his face and nose piercings. They still must be sensitive, because he shudders at the ghosted touches.

“Well, I won’t say no to a little bondage. Go for it doll, if you get them on, they’ll stay on.” He says softly, an unreadable expression on his face.

You lightly push him onto the couch, sitting yourself down on his lap. You lightly kiss his neck, feeling the rough skin there and hearing a sigh escape the man's lips. Who would’ve thought such a tough looking man could make noises like that?

You wanted to hear more.

“Don’t you dare move, or else you don’t get to cum tonight doll.” His eyes widen a little bit at that, but he eases further into the couch, pliant.

“Sure thing. I can do that.”

“Good boy.” You say and lightly smack his cheek. You don’t miss the way he shifts his hips to try and get some friction onto his quickly hardening member.

You go and open the box which had been left on the counter, taking out the chains. You then stalk back towards the man.

“Shirt off. Give me a nice show.”

“Oh yeah? What do I get in return for being such a good boy for you sweetheart?” His grin is faltering though, you can see his pupils start to blow open. You know he’s enjoying this just as much as you are. You’d guess by the way he’d tried to take charge that he wasn’t used to submitting, but he seemed to be heartily enjoying it.

“If you do it good for me, I’ll let you eat me out. If you do good at that, I might give you some head in return. Work for it, doll.”

He grins down at you as he stands. “Oh, trust me. I can deliver.” and with that, he begins feeling himself with hooded eyes, looking directly at you. You can feel your core heating up as you look at him, his muscles defined, and his numerous scars making him look that much more attractive to you.

“You enjoying the view there missy? You certainly seem to be.” His shirt is off and you want nothing more than to just run your hands up his body. Then you realize you can, nothing is stopping you.

So you pull him by his belt loops getting him closer to you and start running your hands up his skin, over his scars which are rough to the touch and seem warmer than the rest of his body. You start to kiss up his chest, and grind your hips into his, and he gladly returns those motions.

You break the kiss to fumble for the chains, opening the two hand links and snapping them around him before he can stop you. Part of you thinks he just let you take charge. It doesn’t matter though because you reach up and the the final one on his neck.

“You look so cute all bound up like this, Dabi!” His hands are at the height of his ribs, not being able to bring them lower with the length of the chains restricting his range of motion.

There's the slightest hint of red on his cheeks at your words, but he quickly says; “Well now that you’ve got me all wrapped up, what do you plan on doing with me, huh?”

“Well, I said if your little show was good I’d give you a taste, so if you want it, lie down.”

“I like being on top doll, don’t get my willingness to be bound up get mistaken for submission.”

You laugh at that. “I think you’re full of shit Dabi. I saw your reactions when I was taking charge before. Now be a good boy, and listen to me. Or else there’s going to be punishment.” You emphasize your last point by lightly pinching his bare side.

He leans down, face to yours, “Make me.”

So you do, yanking the chains down and bringing him into a furious kiss, making him gasp at the pain. You then start maneuvering you both around so that you’re on your way to the bedroom, yanking on the chains to keep him moving. Red welts were starting to appear on his skin, but he was moaning, getting off on the pain you were inflicting. You could see his eyes slowly get hazier by need and that’s when you shoved him onto the bed and he lay there for you.

“Looks like you’re ready to behave now, huh Dabi? But you still acted like such a brat out there hm? What should I do with a naughty boy like you?” You stalk around him, his eyes following your form hungrily.

His voice cracks, and you can tell he’s entered into his sub space. “Choke me. I’ll be a good boy for you, miss. Please teach me my lesson!”

“Choking? Well I’m not opposed to it I guess…” you quickly strip off the rest of your clothes and climb on top of him. You knew how to safely asphyxiate someone for pleasure, but never before had the act been so pleasurable for you. You wrapped your hands around his neck carefully, and gave a test squeeze. The response from him was instantaneous, his eyelids fluttering and his hips starting to weakly buck upwards, trying to relieve himself.

“You’re doing so well for me Dabi. Such a good boy taking your punishment head on like this.” You let him take some gasping breaths as he focuses his eyes back on you. “You look gorgeous underneath me.”

He shudders under the praise. You get the feeling that it’s new for him, and you make a decision that you want to see how far you can take that.

He mumbles something as you’re looking down on him, almost lost in thought.

“What did you say Dabi? Speak up please.”

“Want to be in you, please I need you, need your tight cunt. Everything's so tight on me.” He begs his eyes starting to water a little bit. It brings out the blue so nicely.

“Of course, you asked so nicely for it. But first,” you trail off, undoing his belt and sliding his pants down. He eagerly raises his hips to help you take them off. “Are you forgetting something? I’m not prepared. You might be able to just stick it in, but you’re big enough I need prep.” You say as you start palming his cock through the fabric of his boxers. You notice that he’s even pierced there, and you’re almost salivating at how they’re going to feel inside of you. You can see him try to keep in the noises that he’s making, but he’s far too keyed up and sensitive to be successful.

“Anything to get some goddamn relief. God I just, I’ll eat you out better than anyone else has before, doll. I know I can.”

“Alright then.” and you lie down. He has some difficulty sitting up with limited use of his hands, but he manages. He then gets between your legs, your legs actually on his shoulders and his hands on your stomach.

He regains a little bit of the cockiness he had earlier as he looks at your pussy. “So wet already? I haven’t even started yet.” Before you could reprimand him however he dives in and begins licking into your cunt, causing you to let out a sharp moan.

Between your legs you make eye contact with him, and you can see the glint in his eyes as he begins circling your clit with his tongue and alternating it with flat licks that set the cool metal of his piercing against your sensitive nerves. The combination has your head spinning, and between that and the hungry look on his face, you feel yourself tightening.

You grab his hair and give it a slight pull while starting to unashamedly grind your cunt on his face. “Close, god I’m so fucking close Dabi!”

Hearing that, he seems to have a renewed sense of vigor as he continues to eat you out.

“God! You’re so fucking good at this!” You shout, and feel his moans through your lower half.

“Come on, let it go y/n, give me what you’ve got!”

With a shout of his name, you come and he dutifully licks up all of your juices, placing a soft kiss onto your clit afterwards.

De-tangling yourself from him, you grab his face and start kissing underneath his jaw.

“I want you to listen carefully, you did so well for me baby, and now I’m going to ride you like my life fucking depends on it, alright?” His mouth is dropped open and all he can do is nod vigorously at your words. So, you lightly guide him back onto his back, and quickly slide off his boxers. He’s lengthy, maybe not the girthiest, but the Jacob’s Ladder going up his length was something that caught your eye and you clenched a little in excitement.

Straddling him, you lean down to kiss him once more before you rub your soaking cunt over the tip of his head, mixing your juices with his precum.

Steadying yourself, you take a deep breath and slam yourself down onto his length, fully sheathing him in one move with a moan. His voice mixes with yours, finally getting some of the relief he’d been craving for most of the night.

You start rocking into a rhythm, raising and lowering yourself on him at an agonizingly slow pace. The piercings on his dick scraping against your walls beautifully and making you clamp down on him in pleasure. You wanted to build him up a bit more though, so you kept your pace slow and you yanked on the connected chains whenever he’d try to buck his hips faster into you.

“God look at you, you’re so pliant now, like a bitch starved for some good pussy Dabi!” You say as his eyes roll back into his head. He looks absolutely wrecked, hair disheveled and welts and bruises forming on his neck and wrists. The sight makes you begin to approach that cliff once again as you lean over and start to mark his chest with hickies as he mumbles praises to you.

“Feels so good- tight and-AH god please faster, faster y/n! I need it please, need to cum, let me fill you up please!”

At his urging you feel your body start to quicken it’s pace without really thinking about it. The sound of slapping skin almost covers the mingling moans and pleadings from both of you.

“God! You’re so fucking hot Dabi, keep up with me now, you’re doing so good for me! You feel so amazing and big inside me!”

His breathing gets erratic as he begins slamming back up into you, your words urging him on, hitting a deeper part than before as you shout out from the pleasure. You feel yourself clamping down further as you cum for the second time that night on his cock.

Dabi releases a strangled groan as he released thick ropes of warm cum into your insides. You keep moving through it, riding out both of your orgasms.

Afterwards you slowly remove yourself from him, feeling so empty without him inside you, and the mixture of both of your cum leaking from your pussy. You lay down beside him, gently kissing his temples and slowly taking off the chains that you’d put on him before. You mumble comforting words to him, about how good he’d done and how much fun you had.

You leave him on the bed alone for a few minutes, taking away the chains and grabbing water for the both of you, along with some towels.

Gently, you clean the two of you up, and make sure Dabi drinks the water that you brought him. It’s important for you to have proper after care, and you gently press kisses onto the bruises that you left on him. The two of you talk quietly about inconsequential things, as you look at the marks left from the chains.

“Do you have a first aid kit?” He nods and tells you that it’s in the kitchen drawer. Returning with it, you come back to see Dabi fiddling with his piercings.

“Why are you being so nice to me? It’s only sex y’know.”

“Aftercare hun, you’ve never done it or gotten it done to you?” You ask as you take out a disinfectant and begin to clean the welts as he winces a little.

“Not really, doll. This is normally a fuck and go about your life type of deal y’know.”

“Well, that’s not how I do things.” You respond, placing some gauze over top of the now cleaned wounds. “What would make you feel best now?”

“Honestly, maybe staying together for a little bit, and then going for another round. But this time doll, it’s my way.”

You laugh as you set yourself beside him and wrap your body around him. “Sounds good to me.”

#bnha x reader #dabi x reader #discord collab #jays writes

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facepalming-since-chernobyl · 3 years ago

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If you ever want to write a full account of your hospital stay, I'm so here for it. I want it all: the farts, the grannies, the fighting over windows, the other weirdos, why you want to murder the doctor and how your fam will help you get away with it, the works. Start writing while I grab the popcorn! 🍿

Ok, don’t remember what I have said here already, so I’ll give a full story plus some flashbacks from my childhood.

-I got 4 grannies in my room, the average age: 65+

-granny number one: ultra Catholic, made a cross on my forehead (I was so shocked, I didn’t say a shit, aside of screaming in my head – woman?! Covid restrictions?! Keep your distance?!), a farmer woman (one day she just said that when she wants a chicken soup, she goes outside, catches the chicken, chops the head and make a soup – the faces of the other grannies - PRICELESS), praying in weird moments, instead of sweat pants, wearing dress shirts and dress pants (and you know, we were doing physical exercises there???), loving dirty jokes and making them A LOT,

-granny number two – tiny old sweet lady (she was like 80 something years old?), usually sitting in the corner or on the balcony and praying silently, she was like Catholic kamikaze, she sometimes was sitting on the balcony and praying for FIVE HOURS, oh, and once shitted her pants

-granny number three – ex school director, Miss Ooooow, Ooooow, came with 2 suitcases and occupied ½ of the wardrobe (for example, I managed to put all my things in my night stand), was very surprised I came with so little clothes and was washing them, was crying when she had to wash her hair because she always goes to hairdresser…

-granny number four – on a wheelchair, my best pal, making her own cigarettes at evenings on the canteen (a place where the meals were served, close to the balcony), as much done with the other ladies as I was,

-our room were filled with weird Turkish soap operas (the first time they turned the television on some Mahmud wanted to kill some Bahar and the dialogues were so cringy I had to check if it was a real show and surprisingly it was). Every day after I was evacuating my ass to the canteen or to the balcony where I was reading (I’ve finished 19 books and my ass still hurts because of the fucking hard chairs).

-if it was not a Turkish soap opera, it was Polish News on the public channel (Imagine FOX news), so every fucking day when it was played, the traitors of Polishness and Polish tradition and the only good ruling party like me, were gathering in the canteen. We were like a few folks (me, the granny number 4 and some dude doing crosswords and having super high blood pressure, mostly because all dudes from his room were watching the news and agreeing with everything what was said there)

-food, examples

-so I was not eating too much, so granny number one made a cross on my forehead and blessed me, so I would eat more and have a strength to give birth to children – I shit you not

-when I said I don’t want children – they almost had a collective heart attack. I decided to not reveal my other social, religion and political opinions, because I would be strangled to death in my sleep by a rosary one night

-one day I was stupid too much and didn’t leave the room while they were watching Polish Fox News and while half listening to the bullshit I probably made a fuck-my-life-face. When they ask what I was thinking about, my, a fucking idiot, said that about the vanity of life. They almost got another collective heart attack and almost ran to the nurses, no idea why but whatever

-Granny number 3, was afraid of other people snoring, because she had problems with sleep. In the end she was the one who snored the loudest

-there was an opening/closing the windows war. Granny 1 had sick lungs and asthma and whatever so was always closing the window because she was getting pneumonia and oh my god, while Granny 3 had problems with breathing, was suffocating and oh my God, so she was always opening the window. Granny number 3 was always opening the window while other already left for the meals, while Granny number 1 was always returning first and complaining SOMEONE was trying to kill her with the cold air and closing the windows. HILAROUS stuff

-on the end of the first week I ACCIDENTALLY broke a small window that was situated on the top, a window that supposedly was not meant to be open, so for the next 2 weeks we had a window opened ALL the time. Don’t ask why no one called some dudes to fix it, I have no idea, but thanks to it I survived the nights full of symphonies of farts

-that one day they gave us beans for the dinner and boy, you can only imagine

-one day we got a meat chops with a crispy batter. If you added the batter on the bottom to the batter on the top of the meat, they were thicker than meat itself

-all soups tasted the same. One day they gave us a soup and I was SURE it was a pickled cucumber soup and I was AMAZED that they managed to make it without cucumbers. Then I have learnt it was a sorrel soup *sad music in the background*

-the grannies loved to motherhen me for some reason. For example, I was sitting politely in the canteen, reading another fucking book, when one of them came and said I should not read so much, it’s unhealthy and they are worried about me. I was blinking for 30 seconds, wondering if laughing like a mad hyena would make them having another collective heart attack. In the end I just mhm-ed and continued reading.

-later I have learnt they were behaving like that, because they thought I was in middle school…

-basically, I was the youngest person on the ward and some nurses and other patients felt sorry for me because I didn’t have anyone in my age to talk… and I was like… why the fuck I should have been feeling sad? I could read and NOT TALK??? Also, or reading or murdering the grannies with a plastic spoon in their sleep, so thank you very much, leave my ass alone.

-on one dinner I basically ate pasta with pepper, because the spinach, guys, the spinach was awful and I’m not going to traumatize you with the pic

-I had a deal with the crosswords dude during breakfasts and suppers – was giving him ham and cold meat, he was giving me jam

-the Granny number one was SLEEP SINGING one night

-two days per every week some farmer was coming and selling his vegetables and fruits. Guys, all patients were buying food there, for sure I was weeping while buying plums, apples and tomatoes.

-Granny number three was super annoying and acting like a bitch aka typical ex school director, because when she wanted to watch something in TV at night, she always did even if the others were upset, but when she wanted to go to sleep at 9 she owww owwww owwwwed and was turning the lights off. So, sometimes I was returning at 9 to the room and it was dark. And there were no night bedside lamps, so it meant you needed to go to sleep too. At fucking 9.

-the face of one dude who was eating with us on one table was always priceless every time when he was opening the boxes. It was a personification of a man who was done, crying inside and knowing he can’t escape

-the most traumatizing experience after my hip surgery was PEEING. The nurse brought me a bed pan and I needed to pee while laying on my back and it was weirdly difficult, maybe because the nurse was standing over me, talking to another patient. Also, I can’t imagine taking a shit while laying, but whatever. On one moment after like a minute me trying hard, she put a hand on my stomach and said, oh so hard. My face was probably a mix between: ==’ and O.O. But in the end I succeeded, yay…

-another traumatizing experience is measuring the temperature every morning around 6. You know, you are sleeping, but suddenly feel some movement, so you open your eyes and a nurse, wearing a mask is aiming a thermometer that looks like a gun at your forehead. Amazing feeling

-I talked with some dude who had the same surgery aka hip removal, but he was not sleeping so he herd everything, and said how blood was gushing all over the place and the surgeons and the nurse was bringing the artificial hips three times, because the surgeons were not sure if they are the good ones. FUN

-btw, the first time when I saw a dead body was in a hospital. There was a ward where one room was for children, the rest was for adults after accidents etc. Sometimes someone died and they were usually putting the dead body to the bathroom on the corridor (no toilets at the rooms, it was one of the two bathrooms for whole ward). They usually put an “out of service” paper on the door, but sometimes they forgot about it. So, one night, me, sleepy and yawning went to the toilet, opened the door and hellooooooooooo the end of my innocence.

-the most stressful experience from my childhood hospital stayings was “did you defecate yesterday”? Because if you didn’t for a few days an enema was waiting

#not sg #my fam #shitposting #hospital stories

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throwaway3844893 · 4 years ago

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Imagine: Newt proposes to Tina

Tina welcomed the warmth of the case with a sigh. Though it was nearly summertime, and New York continued to get hotter every week, Tina still enjoyed the homeliness of the case. She had grown used to it over the last two years. Tina caught a movement in the corner of her eye."Hello, Dougal," She said with a smile as she knelt down, watching as the supposedly concealed creature ran around with bundles of apples in his hands. It froze, allowed itself to be seen again, and ran up to her, dropping the apples in the process before enveloping her in a big hug. Tina laughed quietly, standing up to accommodate the added weight of the creature. She raised an eyebrow at the creature. "Do you have any idea where Newt might be?" She asked it before its eyes turned blue, predicting where he could be. The demiguise made a loud noise that resembled the screech of a phoenix and climbed down her body, pointing in the direction of the mooncalves and occamies. She set off in the way Dougal had pointed her. Tina walked through the case, the stress from the day easing off her back. She'd taken her jacket off up in Newt's apartment; he had given her a spare key, "in case I ever forget something," though there was a definite underlying meaning in those words. She walked through the green, rubbery vines that hung from the trees into the occamy exhibit, where many tiny, violet and indigo snake like creatures greeted her with a series of chirps. "Hello," Tina said softly, holding out her hands for one to slither on. They were awfully apprehensive of her at first, not doing anything she asked unless ordered by Newt, but gradually her kindness to them took its toll and they began to trust her. Though she suspected it also had to do with her and Newt's relationship status as well. Things had progressed smoothly over the last two years; they basically lived at each other's apartments now, though neither had made the motion of fully moving in. The occamy wrapped itself around Tina's shoulders as she exited its enclosure, her entourage of creatures providing a wonderful company. Dougal pulled gently at the hem of her blouse, inspiring her to look down and see what he pointed at. A large smile began to spread on her face as she spotted Newt, his hair shiny and golden in the artificial sunlight as he worked to feed a runespoor.

He looked beautiful. Tina reveled in the sight of him for more than her fair share of moments before he turned around and got a glimpse of her, flashing his toothy grin as he raised a hand. "Welcome home, darling!" He called, wiping his hands off with a rag before making his way toward her, arms spreading wide.

"Home?" Tina inquired, raising an eyebrow as Newt enveloped her in a hug. He kissed her for a moment: a short, no-nonsense kiss, and smiled at her comical look. "That's a new one."

Newt chuckled nervously, avoiding her eye. "Yes, well, you technically live down here now, don't you? There's rarely a time when we aren't together." At Tina's look, he continued. "That's not a bad thing! I thoroughly enjoy every moment we spend together. I love you, Tina."

"That's true, and I love you too," Tina responded, beginning to walk around the case. A slight breeze picked up, gently swirling her waves behind her face. The sun had begun to set, and a soft glow emitted from the artificial light in the case. Tina took a deep breath, enjoying the familiar sent of Newt's case. She could spend her entire life here, she thought to herself.

Not that she was going to.

Tina sighed, ridding herself of the thought. Those were nothing but intrusive, false lies she thought sometimes. She could never present these ideas to Newt, however, because he would most certainly take them to heart.

Newt noticed her change in demeanor and quickly came to action. "What's upsetting you, my love?" He asked, keeping enough open for the conversation but allowing Tina room to exit in case she didn't want to talk about it. He always was sure to do this, as Tina was a complicated figure. There were times she wanted to talk and times she wanted to be left completely alone. The timing varied on both her tone and the setting of the conversation.

Tina turned to face him, deciding that now was her only chance to finalize the thoughts she'd been suffering for awhile. "Newt..." she started, meeting his concerned gaze. She took a deep breath before continuing. "Do you see a future for us?"

Newt swallowed hardly, ignoring the lump in his jacket's pockets that had been there for days.

"Erm..." he started, unsure of what to say. Of course he saw a future for them, he was planning on proposing to her! He fidgeted with his hands while searching for an answer, his mind flicking back to the Ministry letter he had received the day before purchasing her ring.

The Ministry had offered him a position as a research lead and expert on an ancient beast that travelled through London once every few decades, a breed of creature nobody knew much about. Newt hesitantly accepted the offer, and was off on his way.

"It's okay if you don't," said an anxious Tina, biting her bottom lip. "I'm sorry I said it, just forget I ever aske-"

"Of course I see a future with you, Tina!" Newt started, desperate not to lose her in this time of need. He wouldn't— no, couldn't— let her get away. Not when he had their entire life together to look forward to. "I love you, and I want to build a life with you. I would be honored to have a future with you, in whichever capacity that could be. If only..."

Tina's face had fallen. "If only... what?"

Newt knew this was a pivotal moment. He thought carefully before speaking. "I got a letter from the Ministry. They want me to go back to London to research a magical creature they've just discovered," he said, avoiding Tina's eyes. Newt hesitated before saying the next sentence. "They want me to go back in four months."

He watched as Tina's face dropped, and a million different emotions seemed to take place at once. Anger, confusion, sadness, fear. All of those were accomplished in what felt like a millisecond before Tina began to stutter out a response.

"No, they can't, we- you have a life here, in New York. They can't just whisk you away whenever they please just because they want someone to research creatures that they could study perfectly fine themselves. It just... it isn't fair!" Tina said, her accent growing thicker as quickly as her voice did shrill. She threw her arms into the air before placing both of her hands on her temple, burying her face in them with a sigh. The occamy had long since slithered off of her shoulders, not wanting to endure listening to the two argue any longer than it had to. "It's not right. They can't force you."

Newt shuffled for a few moments, sticking his hands in his pockets as he watched the ground beneath his shoes. A stray piece of grass stumbled around the floor, and it took all of Newt's willpower not to scoop it up and finish his plan early. His plan that had gone horribly wrong. "Actually, Tina... I volunteered to do it," he admitted, avoiding her eye.

The silence that followed was deafening. Though she made no noise, Newt winced. Tina's refusal to speak was enough. She tensed up and turned around, busying herself with the feeding of a creature. She stared at it intently, willing herself not to cry. He'd volunteered to leave? After everything they'd built- a home, careers, a life, he'd decided to go back to London? Her mind raced, and Tina was unable to form a steady thought as panic after worry after anger rehashed in her mind. Newt stuttered behind her, trying to find the words to rectify his mistake. "I'm sorry, I know it was a rash decision, but it was an opportunity I've been waiting for for years-"

"Years?! What, have you just been waiting for a perfect time to up and leave?" Tina yelled, not believing what Newt was telling her. She knew she was being irrational, but the thought that he'd wanted to leave for so long absolutely tore her apart. It was one of her fleeting thoughts; sometimes he would mention how he missed London, but she knew she'd be the same if it were the other way around. But if he left for London, that would mean she'd lost him. For good. Tina couldn't stop the indomitable tears that began to fall from her eyes.

Newt stared back at Tina, who still faced away from him, flabbergasted that she would make such a claim. "No, Tina, no. If I could stay here and study the creatures here I would. But they only travel in packs throughout London once every few years, it could be a decade before they come again," He explained, taking a few cautious steps toward her before stopping. "I would never leave you on purpose. I don't want to leave you here. If there was a way I could take you to London with me, and you could live there with me, I'd have told you."

He began to realize that his plan was diminishing drastically, and the small box that resided in the pocket of his waistcoat seemed to weigh one thousand more pounds.

Tina was quiet for a long time, sitting down on a bench in the case to steady herself.

"How are we going to get through this?" Tina whispered, allowing a few tears to fall from her eyes before wiping them away and standing up. "How will we survive with an ocean between us?"

Newt held onto Tina's forearm, trying to comfort her. "We did it before, we can do it once more. It would be for just a few months and I'll be back. If I can find a way to get you to London with me I will, but I'm not sure how the laws work between MACUSA and the Ministry," he explained, and she nodded. It was difficult to accept, but this was the opportunity of Newt's lifetime. Tina knew she couldn't take that away from him.

"Is there any way you know of that I could go to London with you?"

Newt could feel it. It bubbled in his chest, his heart pumping the fastest it'd ever gone.

"Marry me," Newt said all of a sudden, and before he could stop himself he was reaching into the top pocket of his waistcoat. The black box showed itself, and the simple ring began to reveal itself. But when Newt realized Tina had stilled and wasn't speaking, instead staring at him, his hands stopped. "I-I'm sorry, it was out of place for me to say that, if I've upset you-"

"No," Tina said, walking toward him and shaking her head. Newt felt his entire world crashing down on him. She'd rejected him, and he couldn't help the tears that began to fill his eyes. "Don't apologize, I-" Tina stopped mid-sentence when she saw the state Newt was in, and everything seemed to click. "Oh, you stupid idiot, yes, yes, I'll marry you, of course I will!"

Tina crashed into him then, enveloping him in the most passionate embrace he'd ever felt. She kissed him once, twice, three times, before backing away. "Did you want to do it proper?" She asked. Newt nodded.

Tina smiled considerably as she watched him get on one knee. "Tina..." he started, opening the box and revealing the ring that was inside. "Porpentina... Goldstein, I have loved you ever since the day I met you. You have brought so much joy into my life; you accepted me when no one else would, cared for me when everyone else was as sick as I, and cared for my creatures as if they were your own. I'm in the hopes that someday they will be. Will you, Tina Goldstein, give me the pleasure of being your husband?"

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helpinghanikan · 5 years ago

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Stay outside the Line

X-men x Reader

Sum: Just because a mutation is a gift, doesn’t mean it’s not a curse.

an: the mutation is anyone within certain distance of the reader will start to die. Could not think of an eloquent way to say that.

Charles Xavier:

Sitting just within the shadow of one of the massive trees you lean back into the sun. The breeze is comfortable, and the grass is soft. If it weren’t for you company it’d be too easy to lean back and nap right there and then.

Although you’d never know the touch of his hand you were still connected to your man. A long stretch of twine, twenty-one feet exactly, is tied around your wrist. The other end was connected to Charles. Tied in the same fashion around your wrist but holding the string between his fingers. Without even meaning to he was caressing it; thumb rubbing up and down the length while the other hand held his book.

Closest you would get as physical contact from Charles was mirroring his movements. Running your own thumb over your other hand, not looking down lest your break the illusion.

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Erik Lehnsherr:

At first he was just another face staring at you behind bullet proof glass. Both he and the other guy were talking to your host, mouths moving but nothing coming through on your end. Had it been a year or even a few months early you would have sat on your bed with knees to the chest. Wait for them to leave before being comfortable again.

Now you just keep reading, barely glancing without interest to the glass.

“What have you done to be locked in here?” The tall man’s voice could be mistaken for God’s by how it comes down from above. The speakers placed so you’d never be able to pretend like you didn’t hear anything.

‘Accidentally killed a bus load of people.’ Was the answer but you wouldn’t say it.

“It’s safer for everyone. They’ll make sure I won’t hurt anyone while I’m in here.” You say instead, nodding to your host.

“Did they tell you that after they locked the door?” He asks.

Supposedly you weren’t in a prison. The incident on the bus was labeled a ‘possible gas leak of unknown substances’. You being the only survivor was sent to this facility to help with the trauma, and to find out how the same incident happened in the hospital.

You had yet to stare at him right on. His gentle knocking “You don’t belong here, you will never belong here. We can help you, We’ll make sure you’re safe.”

There was nothing else to do with your life but to agree. You wouldn’t be able to leave on your own. But the moment you’re out, how could they ever get you back in?

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Raven/ Mystique:

Over time you’ve learned how to push the poison deeper inside of you. Spending most days imaging it as a physical type of sand that covered you head to toe. Pressing and forcing that down into your shoes. Walking on it and keeping from spreading any further then a foot from your own body.

Even with that amount of work there was still times that it slipped. When Pressure in your head and behind your eyes starts to push out, and a migraine seems preferable, you have to make a quick exit.

Most people understand and don’t look twice when you run from the room. Others will give each other looks but only verbally ask what’s up in a whisper later on in the night. Then there was the few that understood but still followed. How do you tell the woman that you love to fuck off for a night? Probably in much nicer words, but for now you make an exit from the mansion, Raven keeping her distance but following anyway.

“Get to the trees, little faster!” She almost yells the encouragement.

“Please, Raven, Please stay back!” You yelled, both hands holding your head.

It’d be romantic to think that you made it thanks to Raven’s encouragement. Whatever length of your nails, they dug into your scalp. The pressure was the definition of insanity at this point, stepping into the tree line and screaming without a sound.

Thank whoever was up there that Raven knew better then to comfort you. Staying far enough away that the released poison never touched her. The poison obeyed it’s own laws and stayed within the twenty feet. In the dark of the night green grass turns brown and trees creak instead of scream as they die. Only one of said trees was small enough to be completely overtaken by it.

You’re still drawing blood from your own head when that tree falls.

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Peter Maximoff:

The best way to describe Peter is like a kitten who just learned it could climb things. Try as you might to explain that it’s not a good idea to climb the drapes it will never listen. It will keep trying to climb no matter how many times you pull it away and tell it “no”.

It’s not until there’s crashing in the middle of the night and few meows of pain that the little idiot will learn. This it the same situation you were in with Peter. No matter how many times you tell him to not get too close he always breaks the rule. Thinking that he is faster then the poison to run close enough to give a peck or a little slap on the backside before making it into the safe zone.

Little kisses and touches were always nice, but it was playing with fire. Eventually he got too cocky, assuming he was faster than poison that tries too hard to protect you. He started to slow down to make the kisses longer and touches more frequent. When that didn’t come with real repercussions, he started going even slower. When his hand lingers too long on your back the repercussions hits him full force.

It was hard enough to see the symptoms when you were younger. But as an adult, watching your man clutch his throat and fall to his knees was so much worse. With his head bowed you wouldn’t see the blood until he’d completely fall on his side, something that no one wanted to happen. Without thinking to you reached down to him, both hands open trying to do anything you can.

You name is yelled from across the lawn. An overly harsh shout from your mentor who had never honestly yelled at you before. “Back away!”

Charles could see the fear and shock in your eyes. But he also had the rest of his students to think about. ‘You have to go, now.’ The whisper in your mind is a world away from the panicked shouts, but it might have been better if he had just yelled at you.

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Hank McCoy:

You had to be used to secluded rooms by now; at least this one was less like a cell and more like a square fish bowl. The stool in the center and the little slot on the side were the only things giving off prison vibes.

For most of the afternoon Hank has been focused on either his desk or a microscope or a computer. Every time he moves from one to another you look from your book, wait a few seconds to see whether he was looking at you, then return to the paragraph that you now had to restart.

There was no one to blame but yourself for this problem. Hank had told you it was going to be boring, when he would have results he’d get you himself. Instead you went with him. “Not like I’m doing anything anyway,” You had said, telling him to wait a few minutes to step into your little security fish box.

“It’s good enough for a trial run.” He says, probably to himself.

The liquid he holds up is the same shade of blue as his fur. Over the past few weeks it has changed from several different colors. At one point it looked like blood, like the same color as the blood you had given him. The he had held within a smaller containment field. Even the smallest part of you gave off at least a little poison.

“That’ll fix it? Or least tone it down?” You ask.

“Supposedly, I used my original idea and added some new things. Last time it didn’t go as well.” He says, slightly looking down at himself. He had meant it to come off as a joke, instead he says it with some sadness underlining it.

“Well with new stuff it must have improved, hand it over.” You move next to the little slot by the door.

“Considering last time, I’m gonna test it on something else, first. Make sure it doesn’t do the same thing again.” Hank says.

“What else are you going to test it on?”

“Not you,” He says shutting it in the desk. “If I make you any worse that box probably won’t hold it.”

It’s hard to pout and leave the room when you can’t leave the room. Instead just crossing your arms and pouting.

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Jean Gray:

Over a mile separates you and your woman. Hours spent in your little cabin in the corner of the estate, mostly sleeping, mostly hiding. This time it was pretending to sleep. Acting like the monstrous thunder and lightning outside wasn’t a window away from being in your room.

The rest of the students were in the school itself. Having their thicker walls and each other to protect against the storm. The professor had offered you to stay inside the mansion during storms like this. But that safety would be in the basement, two floors below another living thing. Without any windows and set up with a less comfortable bed and none of your decorations. At least in the cabin you’d die around your things and the outside if the storm got in.

‘Hey’ Jean always had a way to find you. Mostly in your mind. ‘How are you doing?’

“If I die do you think my mutation will leave with me?” You ask the darkness.

‘Don’t say that. It’s just a storm, nothing we don’t live with.’ Her soft laugh travels with her words. It warms the cabin and keeps away the lightening for the briefest of moments. ‘Do you want to come inside?”

“No, I’m all snuggled up. I don’t think I’d make it to the mansion anyway.”

Although the darkness gives nothing there’s a soft weight on your shoulder. A matching feel covering the extension of your back. Knees without a body pressed into the back of yours, arms and no being lay over your body. Their fingers in your hair. You were alone, but Jean make sure to be with you.

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Logan/ Wolverine:

Being around Logan was like being in another world. One where you were born without the poison smell and didn’t have to struggle to remember what another person felt like. First time you felt his hand on your shoulder it was like being slapped.

“It’s like swallowing pennies. I can taste it, but nothing is coming out.” Logan had described it to you. His healing faster than the damage your poison could give.

On the off chance that Logan is injured in your company, it’s very likely the poison would take advantage of that moment. But that didn’t stop you either of you. It was a possibility that was best not thought about.

Instead you stay your course. Turning the school girl crush into a relationship through raw stubbornness and the ability to get drunk on someone into a two party affair.

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Kurt Wagner:

You were two people with the same want of seclusion but for different reasons. Just happening to catch a glance of each other when having the same idea of a hiding spot.

Back then you were still new to the estate, being allowed to read and work away from others. Catching a glance of anyone and your scrambling to gather your books, coming off as more then just rude when you yell at them to stay back.

Kurt was the one you didn’t have time to yell at to get away. A flash of blue, books in your arms, and he’s gone. Only a few times did he stay long enough for you to catch a better look at him. A face, blue skin and a tail that hung down from the branch he had been sitting on. That time he was far enough away to not be in danger, had you waved at him he would be. But only if he misread and took it as an invitation to come closer.

It took weeks but you finally had the courage to wave. Just a small one that he returned. A small relationship made through small gestures.

#X-men #charles xavier x reader #erik lehnsherr x reader #raven x reader #kurt wagner x reader #jean gray x reader #logan x reader #wolverine x reader #mystique x reader #peter maximof x reader #mutant reader #dangerous mutation #x-men imagine

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stellar-imagines · 5 years ago

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝malaise pt 2.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

「 After supposedly leaving Bakugou alone in the apartment, you holed yourself up in your office. You distracted yourself by working instead of asking questions about whether what you did was right or wrong. On the other hand, Bakugou regrets everything and is too ashamed to even face you. Until an opportunity arises.」

Angst ahead!

[ Part 1 || Part 3 ]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

"You know that eating all that isn't good for your health, right?"

There were boxes of takeout around your table, some still had its contents while the others were empty. Your colleague, Irino, bend down to pick up the plastic bags that had nothing but trash in them. The office had became your home now after running away from your shared apartment. Ever since you left, you made the office into your temporary home. It had a kitchen and to be honest, it was spacious enough since there were only a few people using the space. The girls you worked with didn't seem too bothered by it. In fact, they were really concerned when you greet them in the building in your pajamas. When you left the apartment, you considered crashing at one of your friend's place but you didn't want to bother anyone so you ended up at your office.

You had cried through the entire ride to the office. It was on a day off that you decided to leave and the office was vacant. There were already a lot of facilities available for you. And so, you spent an entire day buying the necessary items to make this place into a place you could live in. There was a couch that you could use, a clothes rack that you often use to hang random items. Not to mention, you have a coffee machine, water dispenser and a stove. It's also a plus for you because you don't have to worry about coming late to work.

"It's just temporary, Irino! There's a few things I need to fix and I need to get it done by tomorrow." you replied, putting aside the mochi you had been eating the entire time. The girl sighed, making her way over to her own work desk and began her own work of sorting files. The other employees were already present, busying themselves with their own task. She seemed a bit bothered by how you were living right now.

Now, Irino didn't know much about your relationship with Bakugou Katsuki, a well known Pro Hero. She has only seen him come by the office a couple of times and mostly saw him through the screen when the news was centered around him. From her observation, he was a guy who doesn't do well with the press and she highly doubted that he could properly stay in a relationship for a very long time. She wasn't one to judge people by their looks too. Seeing you always talked about him as if he was the best man on Earth, she could tell that he wasn't what she thought he was like. Then again, she still couldn't believe what happened between the two of you. For a few days, you looked pretty much like a zombie.

"You're so forgiving, [First Name]-chan."

"Well, if you've known Bakugou Katsuki for a long time you'd understand why I forgive him. Even though I said I forgive him, he completely lost my trust after what he did." you mumbled, lifting the mug of hot chocolate to your lips. Your eyes studied the liquid sitting in the mug. It was still warm, proven by the feeling it gave your fingers.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be able to forgive him."

"Yeah, yeah, never mind all that. Where are the blueprints that you wanted to give me, Irino-chan?" you extended your right hand while you munched on some mochi that you were holding onto with your left hand. Irino could never understand how you were feeling but she knew that she was in no position to tell you what she thinks. All she can do was support you.

"Once you're done, let's so eat some yakiniku together." she offered with a smile.

You nodded, giving your okay before going back to work. The television was on and there was news about the most recent villain attack. You turned your attention towards the television, stopping your work. There was Kirishima, Bakugou, Ashido and even Midoriya was there. Four of the former students of UA who you're acquainted with were in the news. You wonder what Bakugou could be doing at this time of day.

"Hey, Bakugou! How are you doing these days?"

"Shut up, Shitty Hair. I don't have time to fucking chat." Bakugou grumbled angrily, scribbling down a few things on the sheet he was given. Kirishima put down a cup of coffee in front of the ash blonde. He raised his head, eyes landing at the cup before grabbing the handle and taking a sip.

"I know that you got a lot in your mind and you know, I'm here if you need to talk about it." Kirishima's eyes soften a little. Bakugou frowns and it wasn't the usual frown, there was sadness behind it. The ash blonde had heard from Ashido who heard from you about what happened between the two of you. Kirishima strongly believed that Bakugou was a loyal man and a bit relieved when he didn't hear that they had an affair or actually had sex. But in the end, the damage is done and this was what the two of you settled with.

It was a few minutes after the two stopped talking that the phone rang. Being the closest to it, Bakugou picked it up.

"What?" he mumbled. His voice was hoarse and gruff, but the voice from the other side is clear and loud, accompanied by loud noises in the background which were akin to explosions.

"Ground Zero. We need you and Red Riot on the field right now. We've got 3 heroes on the field, there's civilians in the area that need to be evacuated."

"We're on our way."

When the two arrived the scene, everything seemed to be in chaos. A building was on fire and the civilians were panicking and making their escape. Sirens were heard in the distance, followed by the sounds of metal screeching and people screaming. Bakugou and Kirishima went further where the smoke was thicker. Both were used to the thick smell of ash from smoke but the limited visibility that comes with it always proved to be a hindrance. The two waved the smoke until they reached closer to the building. There stood the hero who had gave Bakugou a call.

It's when he saw you that he stopped.

The smoke made it hard for him to identify people but he can't really forget how you look and it only took a second for him to recognize you. After all, it isn't easy to forget the person you love. You were still oblivious to his presence, helping the injured civilians and providing them with breathing masks that were specially made for this very situation. You finally noticed him once the hero carried the people you were tending to away. Your eyes landed on Bakugou and your lips twitched a bit. You wondered what was the right thing to say now. It had been days since you last saw each other and it was a bit awkward to be meeting in such circumstances.

"Hey." you almost want to slap yourself but coming out with just that. No matter how many times you saw him appear in the television, it's nothing compared to seeing him in real life. He inhales, how long has it been since he heard your voice. Bakugou avoids your gaze, looking a bit ashamed after what he had done. He wanted to say that he was sorry again, tell you to come back but a loud explosion caught both your attention. It came from another building that was further away.

"I want to talk.....later." he mumbled.

"Just the two of us." he added.

"Yeah, I'll be waiting." you nod.

Throughout his entire battle with the villain and evacuating the civilians, all he could think was you. What should he say to you? Would you even come back to him if he asked?

"This is Alpha from Position 1, we've captured all villains and evacuated everyone. How's things in Position 2?" a nearby Hero spoke through the communicating device in their ear.

"The building is starting to crumble and we need more heroes to help the injured civilians. We need back up! As much as possible and as fast as possible!" Bakugou could pick of the conversation since he was also equipped with the device. He pressed a hand over the small earbud, picking up the conversation.

"Shit, we deployed a lot of heroes here since the villain appeared.....Who's doing the evacuation at the moment?"

"Most of them are already back except for [Last Name]-san! She went in to assist with evacuation and hasn't come back. We need someone to go—"

"This is Ground Zero. I'm on my fucking way." Bakugou rose to his feet and moved faster than anybody and used his quirk to get to the crumbling building.

The smoke had already cleared but the building had crumbled down. You did all you could to evacuate everyone and even went to do a check. But you got caught between the rubble. It crushed your legs and your body was bleeding from the sharp stones that pierced through your clothing. You could barely register the pain. There was no feeling in your legs and you didn't have energy to get out. Your communicating device had fallen out of your reach. And you were sure that you'd die alone.

His eyes grew wide and he makes his way over, pushing aside all the rubble and pulling you out. He laid your head on his lap and looked at your legs. Biting his lip and cursing out loud, he blamed himself for not coming faster.

"Katsuki.....?" your voice sounded strained and fragile as if you'd break.

"Fuck, your legs need to be tended to in a hospital....." Bakugou shrugged off the cloak that he had been given earlier, ripping the material carelessly. He was panicking. There was so much blood and you were breathing heavily.

"I feel sleepy." you muttered breathlessly.

"Shit, shit! You gotta fucking stay awake! You hear me!? Talk, say something!" Bakugou pleaded, seeing how the light was starting to face from your eyes. You gazed up at him, he looked desperate and scared. You had never seen such an expression before but when you recalled the day he left you—you thought to yourself, it was the same. He was scared of losing you.

"I missed you....."

"You know.....Even though I knew, I was a coward and didn't want to say anything......! Because even though you were with that woman, you still came back home so I clung onto that, thinking that you still love me. Did you stay with me because you pitied me?" your eyes were drooping and it was almost hard to focus on his face anymore. Bakugou who was supposed to do whatever he could to stop the bleeding, had stopped to listen. He shook his head, ripping parts of his cloak to cover your wounds.

"Anyway, I hope your life with her is good.....Well, I saw her picture when she messaged you by accident......She's really pretty, prettier than me, that's for cure. She makes you happier than I do right? Ah.....does she make your favorite food? I was always struggle—" you broke into a fits of coughs, blood spilling from your lips and coating your costume.

"Enough, stop talking already!" his lips trembled, watching as you wince in pain. He never contacted with that woman anymore, too busy wallowing in regret. Bakugou meant it when he was sorry. He was fucking asshole and he didn't deserve you but he wants you so desperately.

"You know, if you wanted someone else, you could've just ended our relationship."

His eyes sagged and he felt his heart clenching painfully. Bakugou cursed out loud, telling himself that he was so fucking stupid. He can feel the pain and betrayal in your words and seeing you in this state made him suffocate. He really didn't deserve you at all. Yes, he did miss you so fucking bad. Waking up alone on the king sized bed that the two of you had picked was so damn painful. Eating breakfast without hearing your excited chatter in the morning was just unbearable. Coming home to a pitch dark apartment with no warmth and no one there was just excruciating.

All of a sudden, he remembers all of it. How you praised him on the day he was accepted to dream agency, when he rose to the top. The way you kiss him, make his favorite dinner, massage his muscles after a long day at work. Every single time you cuddled him, listening to his angry rants about his annoying co-workers. He was blessed to have such a caring, patient person like who you put up with his bullshit.

"But if you're happy then it's okay. I want what's best for you. Even if it's a future without me in it, because you're actually a nice person."

"What are you saying!? I'm not a nice person and you can't fucking die before me! You're the nice one! I was a fucking asshole......! You're all I need!" he screamed.

"Tha....nk you.....Katsu....."

Your entire body relaxed and your eyes fell shut. It was as if your entire body shut down to get sleep. Tears streamed down his face, crying in anguish and screaming at the top of his lungs. Midoriya was first to find him, with a few doctors following him and running over towards where Bakugou was. The ash blonde kept his hold on you, being extremely protective and even refused to hand you over to the paramedics.

"Deku-san, do something about this! We need to get her to the machine to stabilize her heartbeat, there's a chance that she's still alive." one of the paramedics announced. Midoriya somehow managed to pry you off Bakugou's arms and hand you over to the paramedics.

"Kacchan, calm down!" Midoriya grabbed hold of the ash blonde's arms, making sure he wouldn't go on a rampage. Droplets of tears started to pour down onto the ground. Bakugou's vision was blurry with tears but he could see the lights of the ambulance and barely make out the figure of paramedics carrying your body into the car.

Once again, you slipped from his grasp. The first time you did, he wished he could pull you back, plead you to stay and not leave him behind. He regretted it so much. And so, just like the first time he saw you slip away from him, he could only cry in anguish.

Total: 2439 words Published: 12.11.2019

Thank you for requesting! *｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و*｡ Hello, please don’t kill us me for making it so angsty. Malaise is back by a popular demand! A lot of people actually replied saying if it was a part 2 and here ya go, our lovely, beautiful amazing and absolute beautiful reader! It’s just the beginning of my second year and honestly, it feels like the end of the year. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ We hope you enjoyed it! ― author Hibiki/LouThank you for requesting! So we didn’t really decide whether we wanted to end with angst or not? And honestly, it depends on the request and our mood. Lou was the one who originally wrote Malaise and this time I was in charge of Malaise pt 2. Lou was the one who made the ending and clearly, she’s stressed and overwhelmed. Because she texts me at 4am asking me if she could live with only 3 hours of sleep. Okay, let’s end the boring story about us. We hope you liked it. ― author Natsuki

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talesofealdancynedom · 4 years ago

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Eldest Wolf Prince Eobreth in fey form; Remember that horse sized armored gray wolf Morgan befriended, that was only mentioned in passing?

Tale 0: Death at the Wolf Gate (chapter 1. Prince Eobreth and Scorpio 1/4) part 2. Stories of Fey

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Eobreth Was Morgan’s First fey friend. He was a Aliki Wolf; the royal fey of the Wolf Kingdom. The wolf kingdom, or more the Wolf King, is the source and incarnation of filiform and coniform fey, and all sound and night spells. The children he has with his Queen Flowen, are the Aliki Wolves, which are grey wolves big enough to ride, with silver and gold armor. They are proud warriors, great hunters, and dangerous nobles. Royal wolves were famously summoned in the times of old, by kings blackmailing mages for advantages in war. Aliki Wolves had a reputation among humans, for being dangerous. Eobreth and Morgan knew about the tarnished image of wolf children; yet inside, neither of them cared. Face to Face with such a beast, Morgan did not flinch before Eobreth, but instead his eyes sparked in awe. This respect from a human is something Eobreth seeked, and thus he decided to join Morgan on quests; that led to Morgan becoming King Mage. Eobreth even lived on Tiberius Gate with Morgan, and met all of his friends. He was the oldest thing on the gate; for Eobreth was the first born Aliki Wolf. Therefore, he was wise, brave, and warm. Even to men who made him fight battles against his will, Eobreth showed compassion and love. He was a treasure beloved by all other fey.

Eobreth both hated and loved men. He was the one who convinced the beast kings to make the kingdom stones; because it would mean there would be a King Mage. The King Mage would be the only human capable of calling any fey to their side. If no other magic using human could control fey, Eobreth would no longer be summoned and controlled by the prince of the Far North. King’s were all born into magic houses, and had a court mage by blood or contract. Magic was an asset in a time of political unease. Mages were used to control fey, and forced to wield magic for harm; against their peaceful and unbiased natures. Eobreth could still hear the cries of war, and the vile taste of human blood against his will. As a fey he does not desire to kill, cannot hate, and thus has no malice. Additionally, Eobreth was half human like all royal fey. He had a moral compass and empathy to know these humans did not want to be violent, and had loved ones at home. Just like him. Eobreth wondered what made them want to kill, and what caused men to murder. Eobreth watched mages die summoning him. Mages who were or could have been, his friends.

Summoning fey requires so much magic, it could kill even powerful mages by destroying their bodies as they went dark; and the magic going through them, consumed them. When Eobreth was finally free, and the kingdom stones were made, he remained in the day veil. Eobreth’s empathy made him see the good in the kingdoms of men. He decided he wanted to be around it. Like humans, Eobreth loved the colour, beauty, and compassion that was in the world. He chose not to return to the shadow veil, for he loved the good in humanity too much. Eobreth became a retired war veteran; quietly watching the world and enjoying its peace, as a sigh of relief, after years of traumatic events. This is why Eobreth was in a forested public park when he met Morgan. Eobreth came to the park to watch people hike and play. Humanity at it’s most innocent and happy. It made Eobreth want to start a family, fall in love, and live with humans without fear of execution. He was fully aware both his beast and human forms would terrify to the point of violence. Aliki Wolves are bigger than horses, stronger then bears, having teeth and jaws that crush, and clad in armour. Even if they were noble and honourable, Royal Wolves could insight primal fear upon first glance. This is why Eobreth was warmed, to find even one human, one mage, who didn’t see him as a tool or a monster; but as someone with a heart. Morgan gave Eobreth the greatest honour for a wolf child: Morgan said Eobreth was a heroic, brave, and reliable friend.

Eobreth didn’t pay attention to Morgan’s school friends, when they visited Tiberius Gate, until he saw Scorpio Knightheart. A girl housed in the monkey kingdom, who was a new found warlock mage. Her hair and eyes were red as carnelian, and matched her fairy robes. A sign she had gone dark in her youth, which is more common in mages. Scorpio wore her wavy hair up in pigtails, and yelled everything she said. This was common, as she was easily angered and an extremely passionate person. Eobreth found this breath taking for some reason. He could find no other answer then that she must be the mage of his dreams. Eobreth had become infatuated and enchanted by everything about Scorpio; from her walk, to her laughter. He knew she was on the gate by scent alone, as she smelled enchantingly like cinnamon and cut pine. To the small club of young mages, Scorpio was just a side character. She literally the baker’s daughter. Yet Scorpio made Eobreth feel what he thought he never would; romantic interest.

Unlike other fey emersed in infatuation, Eobreth was too noble and shy to stare at, or speak to Scorpio. Instead, he brought her things like a puppy with tail wagging, and acted like a gentleman towards her. Whenever Eobreth did, Scorpio had the special honour of seeing him in human form. Eobreth preferred to be in his true fey form, as a giant wolf, thus no other human, including Morgan, had ever seen his human half. Eobreth looked like a prince in this form; a handsome young man, but with grey hair and scruff. He was well built, and was adorned in wolf kingdom robes of thick fur and armor. To Scorpio, Eobreth was now both a radiant prince and a cute husky. Scorpio gave in, after months of special attention from Eobreth. He approached her at school, in town, and on Tiberius Gate. Mages fall in love so easily, like all love is an inescapable and instant spell. Scorpio Requited his love, and decided to kiss Eobreth one winter’s noon. And then something unexpected happened; Instead of just getting anklets, from casting the true love’s spell, they transformed. Scorpio’s hair went white, her clothes turned into a white fur coat with hood and crown, and fur boots laced in white buckskin. Eobreth was taller, his armor thicker, and his furs embroidered. They had become Wolf King and Queen; the positions supposedly held by Eobreth’s father and mother.

Eobreth’s father, and his carnavora fey little siblings, vanished from all if Ealden Cynedom. He felt it in his core. After centuries, Eobreth was forced finally returned home to the shadow veil, and searched for any sign of his human family. His mother, and the young royal twins, may have turned into human mages. For his search, Eobreth brought Scorpio along, wanting to keep her safe by his side; her love was to precious to part from in his time of fear. But after searching with the strongest of senses and hunting skills in the veils, Eobreth found the wolf kingdom was completely empty. Eobreth, confused and sad, took his beloved father’s seat upon the rocks of the Wolf Kingdom’s throne. Scorpio was not to leave his side for now. Eobreth warned that she could be hurt by men, and he needed her help rebuild his kingdom, and care for the new fey. He would not let his only queen, and saviour of the new Wolf Kingdom, die at the hands of humans before a single Aliki Wolf pup was born. Scorpio agreed, but not just for her love of magic, but because she did not want to see Eobreth alone and broken. Scorpio was but a fifteen-year-old girl, who had disappeared with all the fey of the Wolf Kingdom. Centuries ago, this had also happened to Raven Queen Odette, who was a princess of the Grand West that disappeared at the age of twelve. However, no matter the age, a missing person in a world of magic is cause for concern. Even if they are safely loved in the hands of magic itself.

But the consaquences of the dissapearence of the wolf kingdom didn’t just effect Eobreth and Scorpio. Firstly, was Amadeus Rosethorn, Morgan and Scorpio’s friend. He was brought to Eobreth, in the shadow veil, before the day had ended. Amadeus was the one who introduced Scorpio to Morgan and the Gate, and thus magery and Eobreth. When Morgan and Amadeus came to Eobreth’s new throne, Scorpio hid in the secret den; curled up in worry. Amadeus had been enfayed by the previous Wolf King, Eobreth’s father. The fey inside Amadeus was a moon serval that agreed to give Amadeus it’s magic, if he promised to protect the ones he loved. Lending the power to become a superb mage paladin. Which was Amadeus’s life goal. Unknown to Amadeus at the time, moon servals are frosty white with midnight markings, and shimmer in the moon as they guard sleeping travelers. The perfect aid for Amidase’s life passion, as a quest companion. This is how Wargs are made; Mages make unbreakable pacts with a fey, who will live inside them; enchanting the mage with the fey’s abilities. The Wolf King had done this as a favour, because Amadeus pledged his friendship to Morgan to make up for bullying him. Seeing Morgan as a brother, the Wolf King agreed to help Amadeus become a hero worthy of the Wolf Kingdom, and thus worthy to protect Morgan.

However, the moon serval that lived inside Amadeus, had died with the previous Wolf King; and when a fey dies inside a Warg, the human dies with them. Eobreth was indebted to Morgan for their friendship. Thus, Eobreth wasted no time making a special child to enfey Amadeus once more, so he could still be a paladin at Morgan’s side. Another Moon Serval to help both worlds of men and fey. Eobreth also gave Morgan the wolf Stone without question, while this meeting took place. The beast stone made its way back to Eobreth when he became the new Wolf King. Without all ten kingdom stone, Morgan could remain King Mage; which Eobreth would not have. Morgan was like a brother already, and Eobreth wanted him to still be King Mage. Who better to judge who should be King mage, then the one responsible for their existence? Before Amadeus and Morgan left, Eobreth had one favour to ask:

“where are my mother and royal siblings? They are regular human mages now that father is dead. I need to know if they are alive and safe. I need to know how my father died.” Eobreth asked in a new booming growling voice. The warble of his sadness resonated in his words. Morgan shook his head; he had no answers. He was uncomfortable not having answers. As a seer, Morgan knew many things, and answered may questions with encyclopedic insight; but he had no clue about what to do if a beast king ever died. Nor any clue, until now, what happens to the Queen and royal fey when this happens. Moreover, Morgan was equally broken by the loss of an entire fey kingdom, and a brother. The beast kings had also become like the siblings he never had. Until Eobreth asked about it, Morgan was so caught up saving Amadeus’s life, and grieving with Eobreth, that he forgot to ask about the new Wolf Queen. When the boys returned to the day veil, it was to a region wide amber alert looking for Scorpio.

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beyondconfessor · 4 years ago

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The Infernal Contracl [8/16]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lilith/Zelda Spellman

Summary: The measuring tape moved to her bust and then to her hips, and Zelda found herself unnaturally feeling the ghost of Lilith's touch, almost as if she could feel the woman lifting at the hemline of her slip.

N.B.: Also posted on AO3

Friday came fast, and Prudence was surprisingly punctual for their outing. Since the party, she'd been remarkably absent from dinner and had kept her head down in class to the point that Zelda overlooked her, favouring other students to answer her questions.

In truth, she had wanted to reach out to Prudence and enquire if something had occurred that night of the party, but she'd been occupied with trying to plot against Lilith. Since the library incident, Zelda had found herself suffering from anorgasmia at her own hand, which was unusual in its own right and had made her twice consider reaching out to Faustus before shutting that idea down as quickly as it rose.

After all, if she couldn't fix it herself (and Zelda had never had this issue before), she found it unlikely that Faustus would be able to help.

Nonetheless, she'd been otherwise occupied with herself and had neglected to check on Prudence.

So when Prudence arrived, Zelda raised a brow at her.

"Lady Blackwood," she greeted, a strange amusement on her face.

"Prudence," she greeted in turn. "You can call me Zelda if you prefer."

"I suppose I'll need to grow used to it."

Zelda nodded, conceiting fairness. She opened the car door and allowed Prudence to step inside the passenger door before moving to the driver's side.

Zelda drove them first to Allegra's, as promised. She had Prudence fitted first, watching the woman measure her as the girl stood still and awkward (though trying very hard not to). Twice Zelda noticed Prudence studying her as if trying to unravel some mystery.

"Dorcas and Agatha seem well," Zelda commented as Allegra's eldest daughter Calliope, began comparing different shades against Prudence's complexion.

"They're still distant," Prudence admitted, looking as though she didn't wish to comment further. "Sabrina's party helped, though."

"Oh? How was the party?" she asked, pleased that she didn't need to subtly work her way to that in conversation.

"As good as can be expected when sharing with mortals," Prudence said, a sly smile on her face as she looked down from the dais she stood on to stare at Zelda.

"There were mortals?" Zelda asked, "at the same party as witches and warlocks?"

"Sabrina found some strange doctrine from her father about how mortals and witching kind should join together. I would have thought you would know."

Zelda pressed her lips shut, not missing the sharp retort but didn't push further. She could only imagine the havoc that a group of witches and warlocks amongst humans got up to, but given that Hilda hadn't run to her in hysterics, she wouldn't allow herself to worry too much.

Though she may have words with Sabrina later.

"How about ruby?" Calliope asked, holding up the material against Prudence's skin. "Or perhaps a burgundy colour?" and she moved a new swatch next to the first.

"What would you prefer?" Zelda asked of Prudence.

The girl looked to the swatches, fingers curling over them before deciding on the burgundy. "This one," she said.

"As you wish," Calliope said, removing the swatches and marking it down in her notebook.

"How is Mr Scratch?" Zelda asked.

Prudence shrugged. "Dearly enamoured by Sabrina, if that's what you're concerned about. Though despite the adoration he holds, she still seems pretty wound up with that mortal boy."

"Satan, I hope not." The last thing she needed was Sabrina running back to Mr Kinkle. Nicholas Scratch was far more suitable as a match, though if Zelda was honest, Sabrina could do better there as well.

Still, her mortal friends had been the root cause of all of Sabrina's disobedience. From running off to limbo to completing an exorcism, and now most recently holding a party with mortals and witches alike. If Zelda could have had her way, she would bar the friends entirely from her life and have her remain at the Academy.

Lilith save her, raising a teenager was aging her faster than it had a right to.

"Something the matter, Lady Blackwood?" Prudence asked.

Zelda drew in a breath, looking over the room as she tried to pick at non-existent dust from the sleeves of her dress. "Not in the least," she said. "Just wondering as to what antics Sabrina is likely to get up to next."

"Ah," Prudence said with a nod. "Well, whatever it is, likely that mortal teacher will be there."

Zelda felt her stomach clench, not liking the tone Prudence was using. There was a smugness to it, once again leading Zelda to believe she knew something.

"Which mortal teacher?" she asked.

"The alleged excommunicated witch. There's something off about her, though."

"I see," Zelda said, feeling a growl form in her voice. She could feel the arousal coiling in her body at the mention of her, a constant reminder of Lilith's attempt.

She turned to a nearby mirror under the pretence of fixing her hair. There was a faint blush blooming over her cheeks, but it would fade if she concentrating on the tasks ahead and ignored the memory of Lilith's mouth on her.

Calliope heels clicked away, towards the back, taking the pieces of material with her. The room was quiet then. Enough so that she could feel Prudence's eyes studying her face.

Zelda schooled her frustration and smiled at the girl. "What do you know of this woman?"

"About as much as she offered. That she's supposedly excommunicated from another Satanic church -- though nobody's heard of her before. And that she's likely lying about her intentions since most excommunicated witches tend to avoid mortal dwellings, not place themselves in the centre of it."

Zelda nodded. That was undoubtedly true. Witch hunters specifically went after those that had been exiled, being in the public eye only made it easier for them to find you.

Calliope returned, directing Prudence to sit down on the lounge while Zelda was requested to move up onto the dais to be measured.

Prudence took her seat on the chaise lounge, becoming uninterested as she flicked through magazines that had been stacked.

Zelda removed the thicker material of her dress and stood still in the slip, allowing Calliope to size her. There was nothing unusual at first as she measured her length, her shoulders and arms, but as Calliope began measuring around her waist, Zelda felt her heart race.

It was as if she hadn't been touched by another person in years. There was a yearning to melt into the touch and anxiety that held her stiff in place.

The measuring tape coiled around her waist, Calliope's hands smoothing over the material of her slip. Zelda looked to a spot on the wall, counting the items she needed to purchase in her head.

The measuring tape moved to her bust and then to her hips, and Zelda found herself unnaturally feeling the ghost of Lilith's touch, almost as if she could feel the woman lifting at the hemline of her slip.

The measuring tape moved away, and Zelda turned to the woman. "Is that everything?" she snapped with more fervent than she intended.

Calliope looked her over before nodding that it was fine for her to step-down.

Stepping down from the dais, she placed her dress on, sliding into her heels. The ghost-touch wasn't a memory, Zelda knew the feeling well enough to know that some charm had been placed onto her. A sex-spell meant to be used as foreplay for the exhibitionist.

Oh, she would have words with Lilith, eventually.

"Lady Blackwood?" Prudence asked. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," she dismissed. "My thoughts are just occupied with tomorrow's plans."

"Of course," Prudence said, and Zelda knew she didn't believe her. She wouldn't if the words had come out of anyone else's mouth.

Calliope didn't take long to make the clothes. With the use of magic, it was only a fifteen-minute wait before the dresses were shown off and then packaged for them to take.

Prudence dress was to be a classic, somewhat-modest style, fitting for her young age and status, whereas Zelda would choose a more form-fitting style with fewer embellishments. It had a lower neckline than most of the dresses she wore but felt that was ideal for the dinner. After all, she was meant to be dressing as the Anti-Pope's wife.

When the bags containing their dresses were handed back, Prudence eagerly took her own. Slipping the bag open to peek inside and confirming it was still there.

"Satisfied?" Zelda inquired as they walked back to the car.

"Quite," Prudence agreed. "Thank you.".

Faustus had not skimped on Prudence. He'd made sure she was clothed and fed after her mother's suicide. Had overlooked her education and ensure this was passed onto Agatha and Dorcas as well. There had been some duty of care, in the fact that Prudence was his blood, but little more extended from those necessities being provided.

As they moved to the markets, Prudence seemed to be in good spirits. Discussing some minor school antics from her earlier years and eager to listen to Zelda's own anecdotes from her school.

In the afternoon sun, Zelda picked at the fruits and vegetables, discussing with the vendors about their products, and slowly picked up everything on her list, scratching the last thing off with a satisfying flick.

She'd picked up a few extra things, artisan honey from an amateur beekeeper, and candles from the woman who ran the local abattoir.

Prudence eyed the candles with interest as they began walking back to the car. "Planning a keep-away spell, Lady Blackwood?"

Zelda laughed. "No, I have other uses for candles made from lamb fat."

"Like a summoning spell for demons?" There was a faux-innocence to the words Zelda was familiar with. Prudence did know something.

Zelda turned to look at Prudence then as her grip tightened on the candles. "What in Heaven makes you think that I would be summoning demons?"

"Because you're obviously cavorting with them. I'm not trying to judge you, but if my father finds out, he will retaliate. For all your bravado, I think we both know that his retaliation could end up with you buried six feet under for good, erasing all of the protection you have for myself and my siblings."

Zelda felt the words spin over her, finally seeing that all of the smugness Prudence had been throwing was there to disguise her fear.

"Why would you think I'm doing anything with demons?"

"Melvin saw you. You're lucky that I managed to make him forget before he told anyone else about what he saw."

Zelda could feel the constriction building in her chest. "What did he say that he saw?"

"That you were with some succubus," Prudence sneered. "He was rambling about the demon slinking about the prophecy section of the library, looking for something. What does it matter, he saw you. And besides, everyone knows the Dark Lord visited you before your wedding night."

Zelda clutched at her belly, trying to calm herself. Someone had seen her and nearly spilled everything to the entire Academy. What would she have done if it had unravelled?

Her reputation, her future, her security, everything would have vanished.

Zelda turned and looked at Prudence. The girl was staring at her. "I can't let you destroy that for Letitica and Judas."

"It's not what you think," Zelda said. "It's not-" she stopped, biting her tongue. "Whatever happens, I will look after you and your siblings first."

"Good, because otherwise there'll be Heaven to pay."

Under normal circumstances, she would have rolled her eyes at the threat, but the weight of the information sat on her mind.

Lilith had told her that all she needed to do to exit the contract was no longer want to be in it. Was it as simple as that? Just wanting to no longer be in the contact? Or would she need to verbalise it out loud, or say it to the contractor directly?

Although Zelda had her fair tangle with sex demons, she'd never made an ongoing deal with any of them. It'd always been purely transactional, x for y, deal complete, no further requirements to be made.

Her fingers drummed on the car, feeling the pressing silence weigh between her and Prudence.

She looked at her, wanting to offer an apology, before turning her eyes back on the road and deciding that she couldn't make the words come out. After all, she hadn't done anything wrong. Her sex life should have been her own if it wasn't for snooping students.

Zelda stared out, watching the lines on the road. She would need to pick up Leviathan today. Perhaps it was good as an opportunity as any to finalise the end of the contract.

And yet the feeling of doing so, knowing it was right, still made her heart sink in anticipation of the conversation.

She didn't fear Lilith's retaliation. Instead, Zelda found herself preemptively missing the woman.

No, that was absurd. She couldn't miss the woman. She hardly knew her. The only thing she cared about was power and sex. Certainly, there was nothing else she admired the woman for.

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Zelda had dropped Prudence off at the Academy and placed the groceries and the new dress away. She'd then showered and changed into more fitting evening attire for a house visit.

It was easy enough to choose the dress that she wanted, but Zelda found herself flicking longer than necessary through lingerie –– after she began tossing between stockings, Zelda ended up just snatching the closest matching set on hand and putting it on.

She wasn't meant to be seducing Lilith. This was an end of their contract—likely just an exchange of words and then separation.

Zelda still took care to apply her make-up and fix her hair. Once satisfied with how she looked, she made her way to Faustus office to advise that she would likely be late for dinner.

Given that Faustus had no meetings scheduled for this time (and was unlikely to engage in sexual relations in his office due to the lack of a lock) Zelda knocked once and pushed open the office door without waiting for a response.

And then stood stunned in the doorway as she saw that he was indeed having a meeting with someone.

Lilith was sitting on the edge of Faustus desk, flicking through his belongings as if they were her own, whereas Faustus stood by his drink cart, pouring himself a bourbon and looking as if he would like nothing more than to toss Lilith from his office.

"Zelda," he said, setting his glass down as he looked her up and down. "Was there something you needed?" he enquired, though he was eyeing her dress with interest, likely remembering the last time he'd seen her wear it.

Zelda's eyes flicked to Lilith's, and all the lies she'd built up in her head disappeared. The woman was staring at her with unveiled interest as she leant against the desk, looking as though she may summon Zelda to bend over it.

It only served to make Zelda want to yell at her, hex her with something just as nasty as an anorgasmic charm, and maybe throw in something annoying like a tripping spell.

It also made her want to yield and feel Lilith press her against the wooden table and finish what she started.

"I was hoping to surprise you for a game of backgammon," she lied to Faustus, moving her eyes back to him and away from the predatory Lilith perched on the desk. "I believe I promised we would play this evening?"

Faustus smiled to himself, before turning and remembering the other woman was present. "Ah, yes. Zelda, this is...Mary."

Of course, the mortal name, Zelda realised as she gave a polite nod.

"Oh, we've met," Lilith said, moving to stand. Zelda felt terror constrict in her chest at the idea that Lilith would flaunt their trysts to Faustus. "Your wife and I have discussed Sabrina's education at Baxter High."

"Of course," Faustus said and seemed to have no further interest in that topic. "Well, Mary, I'm sure you have places to be."

"Do I?" she asked, "Oh, of course. I'm sure you lovebirds would love to get to your very thrilling game of...backgammon was it?" Lilith strode across the room before she stopped and turned to face Faustus. "And thank you so much for the invitation tomorrow, I look forward to seeing what delightful meals your wife has planned." She turned then, to Zelda with a sharp grin. "I expect it will be quite delicious."

As she moved to the doorway, her fingers trailed against the back of Zelda's hand, up her exposed forearm.

"Such a lovely dress, by the way. Faustus must truly be a blessed man to land such a divine creature as his wife."

Zelda narrowed her eyes, warning her that flattery would get her nowhere this evening. "Quite," she said sharply.

"Indeed," Faustus said, running his eyes over her form in the dress once again. "Blessed by the Dark Lord himself on the eve of our wedding."

Lilith looked from Faustus to Zelda and raised her brows ironically. "Quite a blessing, I'm sure," she purred. Zelda felt her stomach flip at the words, as her brain began to very dangerously considered what it would feel like to be fucked by the woman on Faustus desk.

Perhaps she could––

No.

Zelda narrowed her eyes.

Lilith's grin widened. "I'll see you kids tomorrow," she said before pulling the office door shut behind her.

Zelda was left standing, feeling the words echo in her head, the imagery of Lilith taking her on the desk still humming through her mind before she pieced together what had been said.

Turning to face Faustus, she felt fear creep in her voice as she asked, "You...invited that woman to our dinner party?"

Faustus sighed, finishing his glass of bourbon. "In fairness, she invited herself. I just happened to mention I would be unavailable tomorrow to discuss..something of no importance," he trailed off, realising he said to much.

Zelda narrowed her eyes, wondering what he and Lilith could possibly be discussing with regards to Sabrina. But, whatever it was, she wouldn't bother to interrogate Faustus –– at best, he would likely deny any such allegation, and at worse, he would view her as a threat to his plans.

Instead, she ignored his words, looking over the office. There were items out of place (photos sitting crooked, knick-knacks moved from their usual placement) no doubt as a result of Lilith's incessant need to touch things that didn't belong to her.

"It's fine, I'll move the seating around and fit her in."

"Thank you," Faustus smiled at her, it was similar to the one he used to share with her before he'd proposed marriage. As if he actually valued her input. "Shall I set the board? I'm sure we can fit in a few...rounds of backgammon before dinner."

Zelda nodded, realising now she had no choice but to play the board game with him –– and it would be just the board game. Despite how desperately she wanted relief from the growing arousal, the idea of sleeping with Faustus was like being dehydrated and being offered a glass of bleach.

Faustus set the board, placing the pieces on the table set aside for meetings. Zelda poured them both a drink and found herself tapping Faustus glass twice to increase the drowsiness in the effects, enough so that he would just want to retire for the evening.

Setting the glasses down, she pulled her own drink to her lips and made the first move.

"If I can say, I'm pleased that you're looking to begin this again. I know the last few weeks have been straining."

"I made a vow," Zelda responded tightly, offering him a small, half-hearted smile as she watched him make his move. Of course, he would try that tactic, she thought as she moved the pieces. "Have you thought about what doctrines you'll introduce?"

"All of them," Faustus said. "Why should I hide the magnificence of the decree?"

Zelda made rolled the die and made her move, trying to not let the cringe etch on her face. "Perhaps it would be best to coax them towards the radical changes, rather than provide everything to them," she suggested.

"I don't see why. Many of the covens will be pleased with the changes."

"Saul will be in attendance, his influence has particular sway across the west coast witches. Perhaps a slow-drawn play would be better to persuade him," she reminded.

Faustus took a sip of his drink, considering her words as he rolled his die. A lucky roll, and a fair play. He was changing strategy, likely noticing what she was planning.

"We'll see how the evening goes," Faustus said.

It was Zelda's turn. She went to take the dice when she noticed Faustus yawn. Strange, she expected a slower effect. If he went too fast, he would likely see and ––

It was too late. His eyes fell shut, head falling forward against his chest as he began to snore.

Zelda sighed, sipping at her own drink. She had hoped to finish the game first. Setting her glass down, she picked Faustus up and teleported them home.

Zelda dragged him over to the bed and awkwardly set him down on it, undressing him to underwear and pulled the blankets over him. Tomorrow when he woke, he would likely know something was amiss. Had he tried the same thing on her, she would be furious.

Folding her arms, she considered her options. She could wipe the memory, but Faustus was likely to notice the gap that a magical wipe could bring. She could ignore the issue and hope that he believed he'd blacked out, but given how early the night had been, it was unlikely to work.

Or, she could plant a dream just real enough that he might mistake it as a memory. It could work, and dream spells were one of the few that she'd been running over from her mother's books.

Zelda went to the kitchen pantry and pulled out chamomile, peppermint, dark chocolate and then pulled out a strand of her hair. She heated the chocolate, melting it into the shredded camomile and peppermint, adding her hair last.

Then taking the mix as she stirred it, she returned to the bedroom and opened Faustus' mouth.

Dipping her finger into the concoction, she placed it on his tongue (trying not to focus on the vivid dream she wanted to whisper) then leant next to his ear and whispered it out loud. As she sat back, she watched his face slacken, a soft smile coming to his face. Good, that would likely distract him come morning.

She stepped away, taking the mix and washing it down the sink.

She washed the spell from her fingers, feeling the faint sparks of magic buzz her nerves. If the drink was any indication, the charm was likely to take a potent effect.

With one problem resolved, she had only a few dozens others to solve. She needed to find out what Lilith and Faustus were scheming, get through tomorrow evening without sleeping with Lilith, break her contract and have strong words with Sabrina about throwing a party with mortals and witches.

Zelda pressed at her forehead, feeling a migraine come on. She also had lessons to plan, essays to mark, Faustus schedule for next week to plan through and her own classes to run.

The first step was the dinner party. If she could get through that without getting on her knees, then it would be a good omen that she could get through the week.

Zelda sighed, leaning back against the kitchen sink.

Perhaps it was for the best that she had run into Lilith in Faustus' office. If she'd gone over to her house, Zelda would likely be knuckle-deep in the woman by now. Or vice-versa.

Zelda pushed away from the sink and stalked back to the bedroom, digging through her dresser drawers until she found the phallus. She needed to at least try to get the woman out of her head –– anorgasmia be damned.

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empressxmachina · 4 years ago

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“Madi?”

The girl in question gasped and shook at the reverberation of her name – Jake’s already orotund voice ringing even more from proximity and can dynamics. So focused on retrieving her phone, she didn’t detect his approach, but the anything but quiet query brought her back to reality. This grossly fucked reality. Just like how Jake reacted to her, Madi knew this made all too much sense to not be real, even though the results were terrifying on her end rather than worrisome. Nevertheless, safety was right there like what she wanted, so she had to be grateful and get it.

Madi took a breath before retracting her hand from the soda spout and rising from her hunched-over position to see her supposedly giant savior. She already knew there was nothing to allege about his size; she had felt him before seeing him earlier. However, standing erect and seeing that her head couldn’t rise over one of the smallest soda cans that she had ever seen, let alone it being on its side, was quite disheartening. It was made worse, especially now, as there was undoubtedly another body behind it for reference: an above-average body in all respects but still a normally human body. So, she had a few expectations that kept her from passing out again upon sight of Jake.

She didn’t pass out, but maybe that would’ve been easier to handle.

Madi could practically see the redness of his blood drain from Jake’s skin when she fully came into view. Any more translucent, and she probably could’ve seen the cogs in his head trying to figure this out and how else to react. He knelt down on a knee and focused his eyes on her fairy-like frame, uncaring of any approaching soda anymore, unaware of the tremor he sent through his tiny friend while doing so, recognizing and scanning all her diminutive details.

She was a sight to behold to him, and he was, too, to her. However, before she could really absorb his scale like he was, a hand just as large as his planetary, light-eclipsing head began heading right for her. Already having accepted it as her best way out in her lonesome, she was calmly prepared to just let it take her away. Tumbling for so many years had already made her used to rapid altitude shifts, so that wouldn’t have been an issue, even like this… probably.

But, in a sudden wave, the residual reality of their risk hit her, reigniting her panic.

She had already been dealt cards from a bad deck, and those cards were still on the table, all over and around her. Even if it would’ve brought her an empathizer to her situation, she couldn’t bear someone else being given a bad hand… and by their own hand.

So, she didn’t.

“Jake, no!”

Madi felt the air blow by from Jake's branching fingers stopping at her yelp. Thankfully, no contact was made with her drink-dampened self. They continued to hover in front of her along her length, letting the risk of touch hang in the air. Following the digits up their tree trunk of an arm to a shoulder and then a head, a colossal, concerned face with dark brunette locks pouring out of a beanie stared at her.

“No?” Jake repeated, keeping his hand up within grabbing distance of her. “What do you mean ‘No?’ Look at you, Mads. You’re so—”

“I know what I look like!” she projected up to him, assertiveness replacing her awe for the moment. “You don’t have to tell me. I know it’s bad, but I’m serious. Don’t touch me!”

Jake winced at her demand, partially from its surprising subject matter and partially from her voice. Despite her diminutive dimensions, he could hear her with clarity – too much clarity if his math was right. He wasn’t sure if it was due to his days blasting music in his ears, his training with sound for his media classes, the endless coaches respectfully lashing out at him all throughout his school years, or him just having sensitive ears, but Madi’s voice was loud to him. It made absolutely no sense, but then again, neither did her size.

Anatomical anomalies aside, Jake didn’t approve of her seemingly spontaneous surge of pride, either. But at least he could say she was definitely the Madi he knew.

“You called me here to help you,” he tested, throwing his arms up. “You called me, and now you don’t want me to?” He saw many a flaw with her logic, and if she didn’t catch that through his tone, then his raised eyebrow and head tilt showed her.

“Yes!” she confirmed with a stomp. Then, she thought about what he said. “No!” Noticing the contradiction, she juggled his words and her own words again, only to puzzle herself in the end. “What?”

Perhaps it was the stress that complemented her new physique, but she couldn’t tell if Jake was messing with her or not. With him being a televised, Division I athlete rather than ‘just a cheerleader’ like she was as the media tended to say, Madi assumed that he would’ve been informed of the soda recall first. Considering that she was drenched in the stuff – its aroma couldn’t have been mistaken for anything else – she couldn’t comprehend how he could’ve possibly been confused.

“You know what I’m trying to say!” she pushed, believing the trickster option. “It’s too dangerous!”

“Danger—? What are you—?” Jake stammered, not believing what he was hearing due to not being on the same page. “Did your new size come with insanity, too, or something? How the fuck else am I supposed to get you out of here without touching you? You know you can’t make it on your own. You said so, yourself! Now, come on.”

Jake attempted reaching for her again, only for Madi to scuttle backward away from his hand and into the thankfully dull edge of the can.

“I-I know what I said!” she affirmed, not stopping her retreating until Jake halted again. “But can’t you see my reason why?”

Jake took a couple of seconds to look her over, and, to her surprise, he eventually concluded a truth that Madi hadn’t realized until he mentioned it.

“You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” he guessed, barely making out the tiny girl’s eyes widening and lowering his hand to his side because of it. “Madi, I… I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Oh, my God, Jake. I’m talking about you hurting yourself!” Before Jake could ask any questions or deny her claim, she continued briskly, not bothering to confront his presumption. “I opened this fucking recalled soda, and then this happened to me. The correlation should be obvious, so you touching it head-on could be just as terrible for you if not worse than me right now, right!?”

Hearing her blunt anecdote, Jake quickly straightened up, pulling his hands back. He had tried making connections between Madi’s new look and the mess around her, but after hearing it straight from the source, the scene around said doll of a damsel finally made complete sense. Now, he had a new challenge: saving her without screwing himself, too. Luckily, a sight in the corner of his eye on his way to her had burned itself into his mind, and it’d be his luck if what he thought was there actually was.

There’d be no touching soda. In fact, there’d be no soda to touch. But it’d only work if he found what he wanted, and he’d only know by looking first.

Jake constructed a plan in silence, leaving Madi to try reading his expressions in the dust. He had always had a bit of a cryptic side, seemingly bothered by the most unexpected things. They all came to be fairly sensible once she had managed to get context – it usually being pointed to one all-too-encompassing reason – but she had nothing here. She had nothing to go off when Jake suddenly directed,

“Don’t move. Not until I tell you to.”

There was exigency in his tone, similar to that when he thought someone had hurt her over the phone. With the firmness of his face and how it, itself, was no longer facing her, she knew he meant what he said, and she wasn’t going to press him. Still, being a catalyst for tension didn’t sit well with her, even if that tension was most likely going to help her. Jake may not have wanted her to move, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t speak, still. However, he soon took that opportunity away from her, too.

Before she could mutter a word, Jake blasted upward onto his feet with his head in the clouds again and zoomed away out of sight. His flowing hairs painted speed lines behind him, and his acceleration nearly toppled Madi over. Though, seeing him build into a tower right in front of her without a care, except doing so to help her, of course, made her legs weak on his own. From what she could tell, she couldn’t even reach his ankles. Hell, his Achilles’ was probably thicker and longer than her, now. But at least he didn’t seem to think of her as less of a person because of her lessened height.

Aside from juggling emotions sprouted from her watching her tree of a friend walk away, Madi had no time to ponder Jake’s doings before she heard a cacophony of random sounds fill the room, bouncing off its tiles. Water running. Plastics being knocked around. Something being scrubbed or washed. Even if she wanted to ask what he was doing, because she hadn’t the slightest idea, Madi conjectured he wouldn’t have heard her over the noise. It all eventually stopped, though, first blending with each other before gradually softening into nothingness and being replaced by Jake’s returning paces and their squeals.

Rapid footfalls… and they were speeding up.

“Mads, I know how you are,” Jake called out over his podiatric drums and what sounded creepily similar to a sloshing, filled bathtub, “but don’t fight me on this, alright?”

Nothing about his query sounded good, but Madi didn’t have any ideas of her own. Someone, at least, was trying to make moves. She couldn’t put him down for that, and she didn’t.

Knowing fully well that he couldn’t hear her if he had to yell, she replied anyway. “Uh, okay?”

Jake wasn’t an idiot, so he surely wouldn’t do something stupid. Her confidence spoke volumes, yet she didn’t get a lot of time to debate that if it hadn’t. In what felt like a split second after, Jake kept his word, giving her the directive that he promised once he passed the locker row before hers,

“Turn around!”

She was quick enough to put her back to him just as his treads came to a skidding stop. However, despite all of the lower body strength she had, mostly displayed during floor runs in gymnastics, no amount of sturdiness could’ve blocked what Jake was about to send her direction.

The moment she thought she would finally remain dry for the rest of the night was dashed as her backside was ambushed by an abrupt rush of a liquid custodians’ closet. The tsunami of cleaners and suds, luckily without an aroma of ammonia, broke her balance, knocking her down into the strong flow and sliding her and every other loose object and substance on it down the row of lockers.

A minnow trying to traverse a waterfall, Madi soon felt like she was instantly inserted into a scene from one of those video games with a treasure-hunting protagonist doused with quick-time events. Inside the main objective of ‘Don’t drown and die’, there was needing to weave in and out to get away from the massive can halves coming at her like loose guillotine blades and having to grab her still music-playing phone, loose clothes, and the rest of her bag before they got out of reach. By the power of the divine, she managed to re-obtain all her tiny things and put them in front of her to before she made her hard impact with the wall in seconds that felt like hours.

If she wasn’t composing herself with deep breathing and stillness, then the subconscious fact of the tumbling mat-like buffer of crashing water she met at the wall was the only thing preventing her being permanently paralyzed would’ve been filling her mindscape. That and how hard she was going to ruin Jake from this when she got back to normal.

Meanwhile, Jake stood from afar with a now-empty bucket dripping the last of its contents onto the floor by his boat-like feet. Empty because he launched the liquid mix much harder than he expected. Getting over the initial thrill he imagined being in a wave head-on like that would be, he soon turned not sure of how to feel seeing his pocket-sized pal being tossed around like a salad. In his caused surge, his goal of the floor and her body being cleansed of the evil elixir simultaneously came to fruition.

He wanted that, and he got it. It worked. But at what cost?

Only after throwing the blend did Jake think that it might not have been a good idea to do so, not considering any chance of Madi being poisoned, suffocated, or drowning. He would’ve hit himself for it if he didn’t think that putting the bucket down would’ve endangered her more, so the chastising only came from the inside. Inside until Madi got a voice again, based on how their history ran.

Baking soda, detergent, a bit of bleach, and water for days. Those ingredients and bits of many others made up the cleanser concoction leaking down the aisle, and it was only a miracle that none of it got in any of Madi’s orifices. Coating her and her stuff, along with the tiles, to loosen and lessen the dregs of vexatious soda was the goal. But to replace it with poison for her was poison to him. Despite the avoided risk, once the spill dried and the can bits were disposed of, it’d be like nothing happened on the floor. Nothing but a living doll and her accessory pack, of course. He just felt lucky that she didn’t appear to be hurt when her white-water rapid ride came to an end. He hoped that his rashness wouldn’t bite him in the ass later, but he was just glad enough that she was alive, wee wheezes and all.

Madi, on the other hand, sure didn’t feel lively, still catching her breath after a minute, so much so that she again didn’t detect a shadow coming her way, swiftly cupping and wrapping her along with her things within an endless field of fluff. After a few seconds of flailing around, trying to keep track of her stuff including her composure, she realized that she was within a towel Although she was drier now and smelled fresh, whether she truly was or not, she still hoped it was clean and, even more, hyperventilated that she was in safe hands.

Jake took heed to not be rowdy or rough with such a fragile item – person – in his hands, but he couldn’t hide his excitement and intrigue at the thought of doing so. Nevertheless, he figured that this must’ve been frightening or maddening for her, especially without giving her notice of anything. So, when he thought that he had done enough dampness removal, he hesitated with removing the bends of the towel that shielded her from view, shakily moving her small weight to one hand and pinching an edge of the towel with the other.

Shaken silly in an enormous encapsulation and put somewhat under the influence of the heat and, unknowingly, the musk its core gave off, Madi had a bit of delirium when her fabric sky disappeared to reintroduce the brightness of a white-light lit room… and her handler within it. When his sizeable silhouette came into view, showing off every chiseled feature and enhancing his already bright, brown eyes and his hair of slightly darker hue, Madi wasn’t confident in whether she was alive, having only visualized people so heavenly in dreams and holy books. Plus, the warm look of awe and security he sent back down to her without saying a word, almost as if he couldn’t speak or she wasn’t worthy to hear his voice, didn’t help.

Only when he did speak again did she, again, get shaken out of her trance back into the puzzling and perilous reality with her past emotions retiring to be replaced with something new, all from him saying one word through the plush mattresses that were his lips,

“Hey.”

#g/t #my writing #sideline #giant male #sw #talk no jutsu

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Perfect Places... a simple song turned to a symphony. (Ninex) - Chapter 2 - Saiphl

A UK tour is happening and also, a story that no one expected to start. Not even their protagonists.

I’m really sorry for the delay on the posting, it’s been a crazy couple of months, but I hope you enjoy this little part of the ride.

Again thanks to Molly, Mistress, Meggie and Sheavelour for giving this little mess a little shape.

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Interlude. In the Shadows.

an intervening or interruptive period, space, or event

It’s early March and the weather is harsh, even by British standards. The road is hard, especially when you’re travelling in a bus full of crossdressers, sleeping in uncomfortable bunk beds thousands of miles away from home. They’ve been crammed inside the tour bus ever since landing at Heathrow. It would take them to their show in London, then they’d have to pack everything back into their suitcases to continue to the following city.

It seems to them that it’s already been hours since they climbed the bus and hit the road. Many are asleep, light snoring echoes throughout the narrow hallway.

For some queens like Asia, Kameron and Cracker, this isn’t anything new.They have been touring together for some time, as their managers booked them together for the UK tour leg. By this point the three queens are veterans and have gotten used to sleeping, even when standing, whenever they have the chance. Nina knew the tour would be tough on his body and even harder on his mental state.

Jetlag keeping him up, Nina lays wide awake on his bunk long after the show. He has nothing better to do than scroll endlessly through social media The music that plays from his earbuds, which claims to be ‘relaxing’. isn’t helping at all. It is almost four o’clock in the morning, and, according to his iPhone, late night in New York. Not even thinking, he clicks the button.

Monét is organic, both of them easily falling into conversation. They keep talking, their conversation soon muffled by the snoring of the other queens.

Monét is sleepy, his day off from work is nearing its end. He has a flight to catch early the next morning, heading for the south of the continent. They just do some small talk until Nina notices Monét falling asleep, the younger man unable to help the tiredness showing on his face. He had a thousand errands to run in the short time he was home. Nina smiles sweetly at him, a sympathetic smile being the last thing the other he sees that night. Monét wishes him a good tour and sweet dreams, Nina wishes him a good night and a safe flight.

The image fades to black on the screen, and Nina takes his earbuds off to put them safely inside case. A sudden noise catches his attention. He’s sure he hadn’t heard any of the girls in the other bunks make that kind of sound. Silky’s motorboat like snoring makes him lose focus. Nina shakes his head, sliding to the edge of the bunk to listen closer, then there it is again. Muffled sighs, and maybe something sounding sloppy and wet. Asia’s sleep talking makes the noises stop for a second and the bus drowns in the sounds of the road.

He saw some of the queens getting cozy and handsy after some drinks, so he couldn’t guess who was the perpetrator. It was well known that when they were on tour, the long travelling and the distance could make a queen feel lonely. Still, this was too early in the tour for them to get thirsty.

By the following morning, most of the girls are whispering and gossiping. Nina doesn’t really care about the details, what catches his interest is that Brooke’s name comes up. The girls talk, read and suggest increasingly unrealistic theories. Nina listens to each, trying to make sense of what he heard the night before. Above all, he wasn’t willing to risk his relationship with Brooke by asking something he’s not ready to discuss.

One thing is sure: Cracker and Brooke got closer, even though they try to fool everyone by sitting far apart everywhere they go. Sure, they banter and play with the others, but something between them has changed. Nina knows it, he can feel how the tension between them grows thicker the further apart they are from each other.

The night of Brooke’s birthday, the whole lineup goes out to party. They drink, they dance, they have a blast of a night off. And Nina can see it clear as day, how Brooke has spent time with each girl of the cast but always, always, ends up gravitating towards one of them. Maybe both of them are gravitating towards each other. A cute British boy, with dark hair and a couple inches shorter than Brooke is flirting with him. Returning from the bar, Cracker freezes at the sight of them on the dance floor. It happens in a millisecond. The beers in Cracker’s hands land with contented fury over the table, a forced laugh spills from his lips, and his face contorts into a smile faker than a three dollar bill.

Cracker excuses himself to the restroom. As he walks away his hands turn to fists in one of the most incredible displays of self control Nina has ever seen. Brooke seems oblivious to what happened until Cracker’s glacial dark brown eyes make him freeze. The cute boy is clinging to Brooke’s neck and he seems to realize what’s happening. At the table, Nina is the first to go after Cracker, the crowd of the bar hindering him when they recognize him and ask for pictures. When he breaks free and looks around again, the cute boy is standing confused at the edge of the dance floor and Brooke is nowhere to be seen.

Around half an hour later, Brooke bids everyone good night and leaves the bar. Cracker never returns from the restrooms. The rest of the girls stay at the bar for a couple more hours, then call it a night and head to the hotel. All the while, Nina’s been texting Brooke, who barely answered his messages. He’s worried. Brooke is one of his best friends and he’s almost sure he’s playing games with Cracker. That was, for sure, a very dangerous liaison. Cracker is friends with Vanjie, and Brooke is the guy who broke Vanjie’s heart despite loving him dearly. Because, Brooke is still in love with Vanjie, isn’t he?

All the answers to his questions come as soon as he arrives at his hotel room. He knows Brooke’s room is just beside his, and he wants to know if his friend is alright, leaving his own birthday party earlier than the guests isn’t his typical behavior. Nina stops in front of Brooke’s door and knocks. It’s ajar. A long sigh can be heard beyond the door.

“You said it wouldn’t happen again”, Brooke whispers, voice cracking in the last word, a sloppy sound muffled behind, then another voice.

“Then… happy birthday, and this is just the beginning.” Nina can’t recognize the voice, it’s so low that he can barely even understand the words.

The mystery finds an answer a second later, when Brooke whispers “Fuck… Max!”. Nina feels like a nasty Peeping Tom, so he carefully closes the door and returns to his room. He doesn’t sleep that night, wondering if he should talk to Brooke, or just play the fool and pretend nothing happened. He decides it’s better to keep his mouth shut and let Brooke speak for himself when the time comes.

Brooke never says anything. Time goes by and the tour comes to an end. They are all in Heathrow, luggage already registered and all saying their goodbyes while they wait for their flights to depart. Nina and Brooke are in the same flight back to LA for a viewing party the following day. Nina is looking for their gate when he sees them.

Cracker and Brooke are standing under the departures screen on the gate B36. The smaller man is holding his left arm with the right hand that crosses his chest, his messenger bag hanging loosely from his small frame. Brooke’s left hand is on the other man’s shoulder; his own a little shrugged. The last call to Cracker’s flight is announced and they look intensely into each other’s eyes, then hug and their lips collide in a kiss that looks both desperate and needy. Nina keeps walking and decides to keep that knowledge to himself.

Monét and Nina are texting, it’s a bit past mid April and they haven’t seen each other in a while. They’re both in opposite corners of the US and those messages have been a luxury they could barely afford. They’re catching up, and Monét casually comments that Brooke showed up in New York. Nina knows Brooke doesn’t have any bookings there, he actually just came back from Toronto and supposedly would take a couple of days off before flying again. Monét drops the subject and Nina is grateful, he doesn’t want to think of the things he heard or saw back in London. He doesn’t want to stir the pot.

Gigs come and go, Nina and Brooke join the last leg of the season eleven tour. It’s the final lap before pride madness. He can tell something’s changed. Vanjie and Brooke are in this final leg and they seem friendly. It’s not the kind of tense friendly that says something’s going on, but the kind of friendly that allow them to be comfortable around each other again.

Vanjie is dating someone else. He learns his name is Aiden, and can’t help but get infected by the Puerto Rican’s joy. His smile is authentic this time.

Brooke is all but bouncing off the walls, the heart of the party, cheering the happiness of his former lover. He’s sober and barely smoking, he dances, banters, and has fun.

He’s happy and Nina can’t help but feel the same for his friend. Another thing that has changed: even though Brooke has always been a flirt, he’s not looking for trade.

If there’s something in this world that Nina knows well, it’s that look on Brooke’s face. The shiny eyes, the goofy smile, the glow on his face when he furiously types messages on his phone. For the first time in over a year, Nina is scared.

He has seen Brooke fall in love as fast as his heart gets broken. He was there to pick up the pieces when Branjie went down. He spent long hours talking to a drunk Brooke on the phone. The Brooke that missed Vanjie but was scared enough to run away when everything got too serious. Nina knows. somehow this is a recipe for disaster and he can’t let his friend fall hard this time.

Rumours start coming and going about All Stars 5, the kind of rumours that put names on the board and tear others to the ground. One of those days, both Nina and Brooke are on one of those extremely rare days off on the final episodes of their season. They’re in Columbus and there’s a bunch of guys trying to snatch Brooke’s attention, and he’s dodging them like a pro.

Nina’s curiosity finally wins over and, not even thinking about it, pulls Brooke to their booth. It takes most of Nina’s efforts to finally get Brooke talking, reluctantly. They have a long conversation. He speaks about what happened in the UK, and how he feels being around Cracker. He says he wanted to surprise him by showing upon his birthday party. Still, Brooke is in clear denial, saying that they’re just exclusive in sex, that nothing’s happening between them aside the amazing sex they have. Nina wants to slap Brooke.

When the conversation is over Brooke has finally admitted he has feelings for Cracker, but he’s afraid to screw that up like he did with Vanjie. Nina tells Brooke that no one that’s not even a little bit involved in a relationship kiss someone that way in an airport gate. Nina would never admit that he knows that by his own experience, he would never admit that he was also falling hard in love.

June went by in a blink, then came July. Nina is exhausted, his schedule busier than ever, and he barely had time to properly make himself comfortable at home. He’s coming back from the Safari in Powell when something catches his attention. At his front door, sitting besides a small carry on and takeout from his favourite restaurant, is Monét.

They haven’t seen each other in months, and even if the facetime calls and the texts are regular, finally being face to face is something they’ve been craving for long.

Monét gets to his feet, his sore body grateful from the change of position. Nina touches his face, a wide smile spreading on his lips while he leans to kiss the other. Time stops for a second, then they break up the kiss, giggling like teenagers.

They end up tangled on Nina’s living room couch, barely covered by a fleece blanket and lazily making out after one of the best sex they’ve ever had. Monét stays for some days, and Nina feels like he really came back home.

Nina is in the shower the day it happens. Monét is scrolling down on Instagram when he finds a picture of Cracker totally melted on a very tall blonde man on the dance floor of a club. He has to re-read at least three times the comments to actually get what’s happening, he immediately calls his friend. The image on the screen confirming what he just saw on the pictures, and he let the lovebirds know they’ve been outed in social media, which makes Cracker wake up with a jolt, then, they hang up.

Monét runs to the bathroom, cutting Nina’s inspired performance of “A Whole New World.” Nina looks at him, concerned, cuts the water and reaches for his towel looking at Monét’s phone screen, a relieved laugh leaving his body. Monét looks at him, a big question mark on his face. Nina tells him he was there since the beginning, back in that tour bus in London.

#rpdr fanfiction #monet x change #nina west #ninex #canon compliant #miz crooke au #perfect places #saiphl

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panda-noosh · 6 years ago

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Alright I think I typed a few options for you to choose one from. In case you feel like writing it after all the other ones. So I believe one was with a shapeshifter Keith back in the era of kings and knights. He could transform into a dragon, but his friend was a knight. One day though the king ordered her to slay the dragon everyone was so afraid of.But she didn't know it was actually Keith.This one will probably be angsty though.I'll send another ask because there's not enough room here.

In hindsight, the job was nothing you had never done before.

The king was forever sending you out to complete the tasks he could not, to rid the kingdom of the dangers that he tried to hard to hide behind the smiles and the law. You were his pawn, bending to his every will purely because that was the job you had been given, the job you had been raised to obey.

This job was nothing new, and nothing surprising. From the moment the villagers started complaining about the loud chaos that always took place in the woods during the night, you knew it wouldn’t be long until the king had you trekking out to them very woods to see what was going on.

That was what you were doing now, your sword hung at your waist and hair pulled back. It was dark now, and you could hear the loud clash of ruckus up ahead, though you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it could possibly be. You were too busy trying to stay upright, foot clipping on fallen logs and tree branches every few feet, hidden behind the thick sheet of darkness you had been forced to wade through. It would be much too dangerous to bring a lantern to light your way; whatever beast was hiding within these trees would see it and scurry long before you had a chance to document what it was - and perhaps slay it in the process.

You broke through the treeline quietly, hand gripping the hilt of your sword tightly. The veins in your knuckles protruded, sweat glistening against your skin, world coming to a halt when you laid eyes upon the thing you were here to defeat.

Supposedly.

Up until this point, up until you were looking directly up at it, you had never believed one of these would ever cross your path; they were rare, though you would be a fool and a liar to claim that you hadn’t heard the stories. The tales of knights and innocent villagers alike, stumbling upon the scaled beasts that loomed taller and broader than any other creature in the world. Their breath alone was enough to scold the skin off of someone, their claws sharp as butcher knives, their patience thin as paper.

Once upon a time, that was all they were - tales. Stories with no proof besides the terrified figures behind the words. But this was different. This was real, a scaled, tall, red beast standing in front of you with little care to your presence.

Or perhaps it just hadn’t seen you yet. You weren’t entirely sure, not when you stumbled back behind a nearby tree to catch your breath.

What could you possibly do now?

What would Keith do? you found yourself asking, a question that had saved your life on many occasions over the past few years. Keith Kogane. Your best friend, love of your life, the man who had slipped from your fingertips on one winters day, disappearing into the snow and never returning. He had never given you an answer, never sent for you to tell you where he went or what he was doing now - one minute he was claiming he would die for you, and the next minute he was gone with no word whatsoever.

But that didn’t stop you from acknowledging the wisdom and intelligence he had always carried when he was around. You thought about him now, pondering over what he would do in a situation like this - he would have told you to flee, but as soon as your back was turned, he would have been launching himself into the action and slaying the beast that had been tormenting his village.

And so that’s exactly what you set out to do.

Bracing your nerves, gritting your teeth and letting out a roar of determination, you threw yourself forward and swung your sword. There was no going back now. The blade made contact with the back of the dragons knees, and the scaled beast screeched in agony as black blood pooled from it’s veins. It crumbled onto it’s front haunches, massive head darting around to catch a glimpse of the tiny human who had just brought it down with nothing more than a single swipe of their sword.

You stumbled back, half expecting the dragon to breathe fire, or stamp on you if it got desperate; but, oddly, the dragon’s slitted eyes landed on you and it froze, as if paralysed by the sight of you.

You weren’t taking any risks. It was giving you the chance to slay it, and you were going to take it with little to no care in the world; the quicker this job was over, the happier you would be.

You dove forward again and drove the sword between the dragons shoulder blades. Again, it screeched in agony and fell forward, snout smashing into the ground and legs giving out completely. A part of you crumbled with it - no matter how dangerous, there was no denying that a beast like this was beautiful, a shame to be wasted.

But you had a job to do. You had to obey orders. Those were the rules.

So whenever the body of the dragon started flickering, you weren’t entirely sure what to do.

You stepped back, watching with wide eyes as the dragons body flickered in an out of sight, as if it were somehow malfunctioning. The scales burned, lit up into flames, illuminating the forest though none of the trees caught fire. The leaves simply sizzled, and once the flames had died down, you noticed the charred edges of them - but no further damage.

A fire like that should have wiped the forest out. A fire like that should have killed you.

You stepped forward slowly, reaching a hesitant hand out. You weren’t sure what you were doing, what the pull was, but there was something about the slumped over form that had you pondering just what had happened only seconds before, no matter the risk behind-

You fell back, curling your hand back into your chest when the dragons body flickered out of view one more time, replaced by the naked form of a shivering human being.

Your eyes widened, a cry of alarm escaping your throat because you recognised them. Of course you did - this was the man you had been missing for months now, the man who had upped and left with no word as to where or why he was leaving.

His black hair was all you could see, a tousled mess and doused in both his own blood and sweat. You crumbled to your knees beside him, grabbing his bare arm and rolling him onto his back - it was a mistake. He cried out, arching his back off the floor as the wound between his shoulder blades made contact with the dirt and the charred leaves currently falling around him.

“Oh god,” you whispered, quickly rolling him back onto his stomach. His leg was seeping blood, but it was the gouge between his shoulder blades - the gouge you had given him - that would take him out sooner rather than later.

Keith’s eyes creaked open, them perfect violet irises meeting your own. For the briefest moment, the two of you weren’t sitting in the forest in the dark, you weren’t holding his dying body, his blood wasn’t staining your sword - for the briefest of moments, it was like you were both happy again, together in a world where two people like you should never be happy, weren’t meant to be happy.

But then Keith cried out, and you were reminded that this was not a happy moment by any means.

You grabbed his arms, not sure what else you could do. His hands found your own, fingers intertwining, his eyes not once leaving yours even as pain exploded behind them and his mouth opened, but no words came out.

You shook your head. “Keith…” Because whilst he could say nothing through the pain, his name was the only word that came to your head, the only word that made sense.

His gaze softened at the sound of his name slipping from your lips, as if he was finally happy to let himself slip away just because you had said it; you shook your head again, more determined this time, tugging his hands into your chest.

“I didn’t know,” you sobbed out. “Keith, I didn’t know. Please, please do something. You’ve always been able to fix things. Fix this!”

A smile briefed its way across his face. His eyes slid closed, body going slack. You leaned forward, tilted your ear towards him just in time to catch his final words:

“It’s okay.”

And it wasn’t. You knew it wasn’t. It wasn’t okay for you, it wasn’t okay for him, it wasn’t okay for the world, who had now lost one of the most incredible men to ever walk upon it’s soil - but it was such a Keith thing to say, such a Keith thing to do. Claim everything was okay even as the world lay crumbling around him, even as you held his hands on his deathbed.

When his breathing finally stopped, the blood growing no thicker, his heart no longer pumping it through his body, you let yourself hold onto those two last words. It’s okay.

#vld request #request

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once-upon-a-dream-i-had-blog · 6 years ago

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What the hell

“What the hell?”

One minute I was at home reading before bed, next thing I know I’m standing in a field in the middle of a dark foggy forest with a group of other people around my age. Something was off though, there was no moon or stars, yet it was bright enough to see everything clearly for the most part. There were buildings spread out that looked like camp cabins that were completely dark inside and there were trails running all over with fences separating certain areas. The others seemed as confused as me and a few were even panicking and crying. Off the side were a smaller group of maybe five or six people who appeared to be talking seriously among themselves. I was just close enough to catch something about needing to escape and there supposedly being a few vans on the other side of the compound they could use when this loud crashing noise startled everyone into silence.

From the dark woods surrounding us these rotting corpses of human like creatures with wide completely white eyes and grey flesh started to stumble out with all their gazes focused solely on us. There were a few screams and then everyone was off running down the nearest path. A few people who weren’t fast enough got trampled and their screams were muffled by the hysterics of the group as those who were talking of escape earlier try and herd the frightened group in the right direction. I was a bit off to the side but still close to the group, so I could see how anyone too slow would get picked off by this hulking beast of a man. He was massive and unlike the other beasts he looked a lot closer to a heavily scarred up human. Every so often he’d snatch up a straggler with one of his huge hands before disappearing into the darkness only to reappear when another person strayed too far from the group. I was becoming uncomfortable with how close everyone was, and despite the risk I wanted to get a barrier between me and them in case there was an attack from that horde. There was a fence off to my left that separated a different path from the one we were on and the giant man seemed to be staying off to the right, so I figured it was probably safe enough to jump over. As soon as I did, I glanced back and saw the monstrous horde sprinting full speed towards me from down the path I had just jumped onto. Panicking and cursing I tried to scramble back over the fence, but my clothing got stuck which just made me curse louder. I yanked as hard as I could before the cloth finally ripped and I was pitched over the side just as the horde was running past. I looked up only to realize that I was completely alone and decided to climb up one of the lone trees to get a better view of where they went. It was a struggle getting proper footing, but I eventually made it up high enough to see a van off in the distance, but before I could start the decent back down, I noticed the giant guardsmen that had been plucking off people earlier staring at me from below. He seemed amused if the smirk on his face was any indication, and for some reason that aggravated me.

“Could you kindly fuck off, please?”

His reply was a deep amused rumble of, “Well since you asked oh so nicely, no.”

“Well fuck you too” came my frustrated response which earned me a raspy chuckle. At this point I was fed up and tired and figured what the hell not like I’ve been making great decisions thus far anyway. With this in mind, I finally asked, “So what exactly do you want, or do you just get off on being a creep cause if so, I’m kink shaming you.” I expected him to get angry or even annoyed, but instead, much to my immense shock, he broke out into the loudest full body laugh I had ever heard in my life. It took him a while to calm down and when he did, he just went back to staring at me. “Look man, I get you’re this big dude who could probably snap me in half with one hand, but if you don’t stop staring at me, I swear to all that is I will come down there and smack the shit outta you.” Despite my best efforts to maybe annoy him enough to go away, all I got was another chuckle and his smirk got a little bigger. Well fuck me, this isn’t working. With a long-suffering sigh, I just leaned my head against the tree and gave him my best unamused glare I could manage at this angle.

“Tell you what, it isn’t often I find something so amusing, so I’ll call off my thralls and leave you alone to go find what’s left of the others.”

His offer startled me and for a moment I grew hopeful, but soon the doubt and suspicion that this could be a trap started to set in. “That sounds fake, but okay sure why not, I’m probably gunna die here anyway so what the hell.” True to his word he turned around and walked off with those decaying demons slowly hobbling from the forest after him. I sat up in that tree for a while after the last of the wannabe zombies had left just to be sure before quickly scaling down the tree and practically vaulting myself down the path towards where I thought the van was. Just as he promised nothing came after me while I ran and soon enough, I was close enough to see the unassuming looking van with a dark-haired man and a blonde woman getting into it. I was screaming for them to stop and wait for me but either they didn’t hear, or they didn’t want to stop. I was NOT about to be left behind after everything, so I quickly jumped onto the back before they could get far yanking the back door open and shimmying in before shutting the van back up. The man was in the back staring at me with contempt and I just glared back with my most venomous stare. The woman was in the front driving and there was this flap that zipped in the middle that was currently pulled apart. She briefly glanced back at me in mild curiosity, so I gave her a weary smile, which was returned with a nod. Neither of them said a word and I was starting to feel exhausted, so I didn’t bother trying to start a conversation. Instead I sat back and watched through the windshield as the forest changed into this massive canyon of rust with huge spires of spikes that appeared to have bust from the ground. There were sheer cliffs on both sides and the fog made it difficult to navigate between the spikes, but blondie was doing a relatively good job so far of not crashing. It was eerily quiet and still, the only noise coming from the van’s engine; down here the fog was much thicker, and you couldn’t see the spires until you were practically on them. I’m not sure how long we had been driving for before I saw something shifting in the fog. It looked like how heat waves do on hot summer days, and before I could point it out, it had moved off to the side out of sight. Not even a second later the van jerked violently and as blondie tried to yank the steering back into place the van’s front wheel went up one of the spikes and tipped us over. I happened to be sitting against the side that was now flat on the ground, so I hadn’t been jostled that badly, but the man had been thrown violently from his spot and must have landed on something because he was groaning in pain and not moving. Blondie crawled from the front to the man to help him and I moved over to the front to give her room. Once I was up front, I went ahead and zipped the barrier up for privacy before curling up in a ball. At least the windows hadn’t been smashed though they had spiderweb cracks all over. I just laid there listening to the other two while I tried to keep my breathing steady, the beginning of a panic attack starting to form. That’s when I heard what sounded like children’s whispers coming from off outside the van. The two in the back went completely silent as we all listened and as the sound got closer the voices became more distinct. The voices were crying out for their mommy begging her to come find them, telling her how scared they are and asking why she won’t answer. I could hear blondie starting to cry as the man whispered at her,

“Listen to me, it’s not them. Lisa please, you can’t open that door it’s not them, they died years ago please, whatever that is it’s not them,” but she wasn’t listening.

I heard the back-door slam open as she started screaming for her babies telling them she was coming for them but before she could step out something slammed into her and all I could hear other than their screams were the gruesome sounds of tearing flesh and snapping bones. I laid there as quietly as I could hoping and praying that whatever this was wouldn’t find me. Suddenly, I felt something large pressing against me through the flap and I had to bite down on my hand to keep from screaming out. I could hear this wet squishing noise and the mass would occasionally twitch against me. I was frozen in place terrified to move and alert this thing that I was there, the only thing running through my head was, “Fuck, FUCK, FUUCK, FUUUCK,” repeatedly. After what felt like an eternity laying there on the verge of hysterical tears, the mass finally moved away but I refused to move. Even after I heard the loud thuds leave the van I refused to move, I was barely breathing while straining to hear where this thing was. After a few minutes I heard the sweetest most enticing feminine voice calling my name. Over and over this voice cooed for me asking me to come out. I was shivering with silent tears streaming down my face while both my hands remained clamped over my mouth, but the voice was relentless. They started cooing saying how they wouldn’t hurt me, they just wanted to take me to their master. I could tell they were getting frustrated because with every repeat of my name I could hear the voice starting to distort until all was left was this inhuman dual toned growl. Round and round I could hear these growls circling the van trying to get me to respond so it could find me. The growls got louder as it’s thumping footsteps grew near, and it gave out one last call of my name in its two toned gravely rumble as I felt that mass against me again. My veins felt like they were burning from adrenaline as I tried so desperately not to breath, above me I could hear the flap slowly being ripped. I couldn’t help the choked sob that wrenched itself out of me as the tear nearly reached me.

“I found yoooooooooou.”

#cursing #graphic themes #horror #humour #death #may edit this later

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werezmastarbucks · 7 years ago

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Dusk till dawn

A request! I’m sorry I got carried away, and it eneded up being long and uneven. But I did what I could sigh! I really hope you enjoy at least a part of it, nonnie!

Pairing/Genre: Bucky x Reader, slow burn resulting in nothing YET, curiosity and warmth. basically absent-minded fluff.

Word count: 2564

Warnings: nightmares, mentions of self-harm, Bucky’s nightmares, language?

You knew you had a neighbour when he’s woken you up at half past four. You jumped up, like you’d never done before, literally like in the movie. The sound, creeping up the walls and crawling down your flat through the invisible cracks in the ceiling, was also just like in the movie. At that moment in the dark night, you realized something has actually happened, somewhere, to end up here. There was a loud thump on the wall so close to you, you could feel the vibration of the matter. Your bed moved. Wow, the walls were shit. Practically nothing but a thin paper covered with more paper divided you from that freak out there. Whatever on Earth he was doing at this hour.

But what if it was being done to him? Ah well, guess you’d never know.

You didn’t know why it freaked you out so much, this sudden disturbance, but you got dressed quickly, your sheer instinct being get the hell away. Not that you could leave your apartment for good. Just for an hour. Going to bed last night, you vaguely remembered you needed some cereal, but was too tired to move. Now, you felt quite refreshed, with all this. Who knew mad neighbours gave so much energy, waking up the body, making brains work.

You put on your pants and your hoodie, not forgetting to actually put a hood on your head, and took the keys, phone and money. The neighbourhood was quiet and relatively safe. The summer was the time for long walks in the night hours, walking slowly down the streets inhaling the jasmine scent, and eating cereal. You couldn’t explain it, but every summer you felt the urge to finally, decisively, stop eating anything but cereal and fruit. For good, and for the sake of the planet. The summer always got you mad happy, like you were going drunk on the smell of flowers and warm wind.

You left the building and stood below your windows for a minute, trying to figure out the one belonging to your neighbour. All of them were dark anyway. The shriek sounded male, but the tone of the voice… something about it made your veins go cold, just for a second. It was a dying cry.

You walked to the nearest shop and bought some stuff for breakfast. Stared at yourself in the dark glass, and then went back home.

Everything was quiet for the rest of the night.

Next time it was in the dusk, but it was not that awful. He was just pacing inside his place, frantically, like an animal. Bam, bam, bam, circling in one room. Really, what the fuck was he doing there?

You fought the urge to lean to the wall and press your ear to hear his breathing. That was impolite.

What else was impolite?

Waking the whole damn house with yelling at two am.

No one’s seen this guy. You never spoke to other people living in the building, but after a couple of nights like this, should you meet each other, you were all silently observing, looking into faces, all guessing, which one of you is a monster with nightmares.

Couple of times you saw something. You could’ve sworn you saw a shadow slipping by on the stairs, when you were checking your mail box. Terrifying.

“Have you called the police?”

You were brooding, staring at the orange anemone. She was the only survivor of a merciless lawn mower that’s crashed on here yesterday like a tsunami. But then again, how did they manage to miss this one little good flower? Maybe they felt for her and decided to spare her.

The young lady from one floor below was talking to you. Yes, you’ve seen her. Overall a nice one. She was holding her brand new baby, that looked really fresh, like very new. She always carried it around, and it always stared around with huge frightened eyes.

You asked yourself the question. You never liked the idea of the police, generally. You shrugged and smiled to warm up the mood. You hadn’t slept last night.

The lady didn’t buy your smile.

“He’s scaring the shit out of Gabbie. We can’t sleep”.

“Neither can I”.

“So why don’t you call the police?”

You shrugged again.

The monster was eating on somebody behind the wall that night. Your bed was just initially pressed to the wall that was crossing the line between the two flats. You didn’t have enough time to move everything in the room to move the bed away. It was a good positioning to the window, too.

You were so close you could hear his heavy breathing after he woke up. He was panting, his voice scrapped, like it was a torn fabric.

Until the very dawn you’ve been laying in your bed, the picture of your own brand new nightmare before your eyes. You got those as well, but who didn’t? This time it was a weird face, a long, thin man with dark arms and strange, black and white cat eyes, with wide black mouth, and he stared at you. He didn’t do anything, just stared and stood in the corner of your room. Until the very sunrise you couldn’t escape neither your bed nor your neighbour’s anguish because he wouldn’t leave.

You decided to call him the Monster, because it was dramatic enough. You passed the door every day and never once dared to pause or stop by. Or even look for too long at it, because you had this strange feeling that he was watching.

This morning, leaving for work, you were going down the stairs to this song in your earphones.

Can you feel why you're in this Can you feel it through All of the windows Inside this room

You imagined his dwelling to be very dark, because from the street, the curtains were always closed. The wall didn’t actually count, not really. It was so ridiculously thin that if he’d hit it three times in the same spot, it would fucking crumble. You were in this together, supposedly. You grinned tiredly at the refrain of the song. Yes, pretty much from dusk till dawn.

“Just half an hour”, Lisa said, “please”.

Your job was rewarding yet very exhausting. Or the other way round. Border line: you finished at ten pm and was usually sucked out of the energy up to the point where your brain would send an emergency wave of endorphins to cheer you up. Ain’t nothing of a rest like staying up late. You often went to a pub after work, just for ‘half an hour’. At nights like this, you’d come back home at three or four am, when the whole building was asleep, and the jasmine was glowing in the darkness like enchanted pearls.

“Half an hour it is”, you agreed. You made a face just in case they got used to your going out. You mainly preferred your own company, but you liked Lisa, and her calm charm, and how she was always generous for smiles.

After the clock stroke two am, you called the taxi and went home, plugging your ears with music and watching the city swipe by. By the time you arrived home you could swear you walked straight and saw the things as they were.

You went up the stairs and dived into blackness of staircase, swinging your head and feeling for the keys. It was all silent, the only sound being your hot breathing and the sonorous dinging of your trinkets.

You stepped to your door, bumping your head in it heavily. It was alright. You never got sad after getting drunk anymore. You weren’t seventeen anymore, and cutting your palms with scissors, something you’d never forget, was in the past. Honestly, honestly. It wasn’t that teen sadness, that gaping sadness. It was just frustration. The hard wood hurt your forehead, and you shifted a little, sniffing and rolling your keys over in your fingers. Then something happened, that you couldn’t analyze at first. The matter swayed, and you cocked aside, realizing too late that it was the door. You bent back, putting one feet behind you not to fall over. The door opened slowly, and from the darkness from the inside of the dreaded flat, thicker and blacker than the night itself – Jesus, it’s so hilarious – ahem, from the darkness emerged he, the Monster. You confused the flats.

The Monster looked at you, the lines of his face straight, lean and elegant. He wasn’t very ugly, that boogeyman. The scarce moonlight helped you see him a tiny bit. He stood in the doorframe and looked at you in silence.

“I’m sorry. I crashed into the wrong door”, you uttered.

He looked like a human man, but he couldn’t be, could he? The yelps, and the growling, so wild, so savage, so full of agony – a human being isn’t capable of producing such sounds.

“It’s okay I guess”, he said in a human voice. You plodded to the side, seeing your door clearly now, and listening. He didn’t move and didn’t follow you. You opened your door and crawled inside, closing it quickly and quietly, and then bumped into a pile of your own shoes. You fell on your face and moaned. Then you laughed. Your heard his door close.

The Human Monster was silent for several nights after the accident, and you didn’t know whether to feel guilty, or to walk from door to door all round the building, gathering your rewards in local currency. You laid next to the wall, and listened, and couldn’t even hear him walk. He went full stealth mode, and now you were sure this guy could move like a cat, and did it when the least amount of people was around, in the dead of the night. But you’ve seen him, you saw his face, and could even remember his features. They turned out to be pretty nice, actually, although you’ve only seen half of his face, but it was highly unlikely that the other half was burnt, or eaten, or belonged to the screaming beast. He must have been a regular young man with a relatively handsome face, too large of eyes, and collected posture, broad shoulders and long dark hair.

One evening after another you listened and heard nothing, and suddenly it scared you more than when he screamed. You didn’t know if he was still there.

Well, okay, you might have got used to the Human Monster. Although his agony would get on your nerves. It’s basic human instinct, to reach out in case of danger. We were granted with voices to be able to send the signal should something go wrong. I’m here, help me! You thought of that song again and felt guilty.

“Have you called the police?”

She was carrying her new baby around again. They both looked quite happy, and you didn’t. You still didn’t know this lady’s name. You looked at her child and suddenly felt spite. This is my monster! And we won’t feed him to your blood-thirsty baby.

You shrugged, as usual.

“He just stopped”.

“Oh god, have you seen him leave?”

“No”.

“God, what if he hanged himself?”

You raised your eyebrows. Someone watches too many shows.

But she did plant the horrible idea in your head, didn’t she?

You still had nightmares, because summer wasn’t solely a cereal season, it was also that nightmares season. You got twice as many bad dreams from May to September, and pretty often you chose to just stay awake and go to sleep when the sun was out, because you couldn’t stand the dark.

This night again, you tried to sleep, but the creeps went circling on your belly and your shoulders, and the black and white eyes were staring at you from the corner. Something was breathing right above your ear, and you were afraid to even lift your eyes to see. The dusk was giving long blinding lines when you tried to keep your eyes open. Something banged loudly outside, like a lid falling on the ground, and you shook, sitting up in your bed in the state of horror and fury. It’s all his fault. It’s very easy to have a mental breakdown when there’s an actual howling ghost living next door.

You fell out of your bed and sprinted to the switch, slapping it and looking around. Empty room. You evened your heart, and then encouraged it, going to the kitchen. So, it would be Lisa’s birthday in the morning, and you made her a cake, but you can buy one later. You took it out and went back to your room, dressed up and entertained the possibility of being punched in the head deadly. But any experience is experience, plus, you felt for him. For some reason, the hell knows why, you felt for him on a human level. No one should be in such pain and alone. Absolutely no one deserves that.

You left the cake to warm up and breathe on the kitchen table and left your flat, ran down the stairs and stepped out, approaching the jasmine bush. The flowers were fresh and smelt so good you inhaled deeply several times before you could move on. You stepped to the bush and pressed yourself close, reaching to some of the flowers.

“Is everything okay?”

The voice startled you so much you jumped and strang yourself on a thin, sharp branch. You shrieked and tried to step back, moving the whole bush. Finally, you got out and looked in front of you. The night has almost fallen on the street, and the street lamp was working tonight, but it stood quite far away. The Human Monster stood at the entry.

“Oh, Jesus, it’s you”.

“No. it’s James”.

“What?” you snapped.

“Your face is bleeding. Has something happened?”

He motioned lazily behind his back and up.

“I heard you rush out of your apartment, and you left the door open”.

You stared at his arm. He had a metal arm, this dude. He was looking at you in a friendly yet annoyed way, like you actually bothered him. And yes, both halves of his face were normal. You touched yours and looked at the blood on your fingers.

“Never mind. I thought you hanged yourself in your flat. I was about to bring you some cake to see if you’re alive”.

James stepped away to let you in.

“No rope would handle me. I’m too heavy”, he said. He followed you back inside. You went up the stairs and stopped. “Is your cooking that good that it brings people back to life?”

“You wanna try it?”

Wow we’re so bold now.

His eyes were dark blue, and his hair was a bit lighter than you thought, a soft chocolate colour. He contemplated on something, staring through the floor at your feet, and then you’ve seen someone inside of him. A living human being, a young face hidden beneath a grimace. He had this queer look about him, like he was spacing out, and looking for something familiar to hold on to. Finally, his eyes landed on your face.

“Sure. I’ll patch you up. Do you still get nightmares?”

“Excuse me?” you wondered, slightly discouraged. Was it a burn?

“I can hear you whimper every night”, James said, stretching sleepily and turning to open his door, “the walls in this building are shit”.

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justaramblingromantic · 6 years ago

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when she was little - part iv

Characters/Pairing: Sarugaki Hiyori and Hirako Shinji/ShiYori

Type: Canon, Post!Series, Say Please!verse, Lily and Thistle!verse, ShiYori Week 2018,

Word Count: 3957

A/N: Part four of seven.

The promise of food mollified her a little, and Shinji herded her off to fulfill their morning ablutions. Ten minutes later, Hiyori stumbled out of the bathroom and froze, gawking momentarily in surprise as she stared at the outfit that had been laid out for her.

“W-What’s this??” she demanded in a tone pitched high in astonishment as she stared at the pretty red yukata with the tiny little songbird motif, and after a while, Shinji stuck out his head from the bathroom to see what all the fuss was about, toothbrush still hanging from his mouth. His eyebrow rose at the way his currently child sized lover was frowning warily at the outfit, and ducked briefly back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth and complete the rest of his grooming routine before reemerging from the smaller chamber once more.

“Ya don’t like it?” he asked the bewildered female still staring at the yukata. “Ya chose this piece all by yerself, ya know.”

Hiyori looked up to her lover, her brow furrowing. “…The hell I did!” But she sounded somewhat uncertain, and there was an oddly wistful note in her tone as she slowly reached out and touched the sleeve of the yukata, before she quickly snatched her hand away and looked at him in a scowl-y manner, clearly determined to be as difficult as she possibly could this morning.

“Return it – I don’t want it,” she told him stubbornly, but he shook his head.

“It’s already paid for, and I don’t know if ya still remember, brat, but there’re still a couple more where this one came from.”

Hiyori looked more aggravated than before, if possible. “More? I don’t need more! S’not like I’m gonna stay like this forever!!”

The remotely possibility that she could remain this small for the foreseeable future made her anxiety level rise further, and Hiyori did not even want to think of it any more than she had too lest she ended up jinxing herself. Shinji shrugged, at the same time picking out a fresh set of Shihakusho from his closet and donning it with swift, economical grace, neatly folding it around himself with the left side over the right and then fixing the ties of his hakama over the entire ensemble. Straightening his uniform, the Vizard Captain remarked.

“I know. But the ‘lil you really liked ‘em, and ‘sides, s’not like I can’t afford it.”

Hiyori flushed at his answer, but still refused to let the issue go.

“Yer wastin’ money, and I didn’t need ya ‘ta do this for me,” she insisted mulishly.

Shinji shrugged again, glancing at the dresser mirror as he fixed his cravat and met her gaze through the reflective surface. “I’m s’posed ‘ta spend money on ya,” he declared, as another thought occurred to him. “‘Sides, these yukata can keep for pretty long if they’re treated properly; when we have a daughter, she can wear ‘em when she’s old enough.”

He was matter of fact as he shamelessly spoke of their future offspring, turning around and heading over to the coat hanger to collect his white robe and pulling it on over his standard black shihakusho at the same time. Hiyori gaped at him, her jaw nearly dropping to the ground, a hot flush quickly creeping up her neck and face.

“W-Wh-What the hell are ya talkin’ ‘bout?!” the girl bellowed squeakily. “Who’s gonna have yer kid?! And I’m a kid right now, ya damn perv! Pervert Shinji, ero Shinji, hentai Shinji!!”

Shinji paused, his eye twitching as the young looking girl child continued to yell at him for his supposedly deviant ways. Then he mentally cycled back, thought about his own remarks more and promptly realized that they did sound rather suspiciously like sexual harassment. The man started to look a bit embarrassed himself.

“D-Dumbass! I was just sayin’! And s’not like we haven’t…already-” the larger blonde broke off abruptly, his face turning even redder when he realized what he was just about to blurt out. However, Hiyori had a very good idea what he had been about to say, and she was blushing furiously as well, torn between stomping over to kick him in the shin or shying away like a…virgin maiden, which she was clearly not, thanks to the aforementioned idiot baldy, and the current situation of being stuck in a child’s body just made the whole thing even more weird.

Shinji did not even know why he was being so flustered in the first place, but he recovered soon enough and to prevent Hiyori from shrilling at him some more, he quickly walked over to her and picked up the yukata, intending to keep it away since she was making such an ungodly fuss over it and spawning all this awkwardness. “If ya don’t wanna put it on, fine. Ya can just wear one of the standard uniforms that I’ll get someone ‘ta bring over later-”

The smaller blonde’s hand suddenly snaked out and she grabbed at the edge of the yukata before he could go, and even though her face was still glowing red and she wasn’t looking him in the eye, she mumbled out of the corner of her mouth, “What the hell are ya doin’? Didn’t I already said not ‘ta waste money? Stupid Shinji.”

Tugging the delicately embroidered fabric back, the girl fumbled with the material for a bit and threw it over herself, ungainly shoving her arms through the sleeves one after the other before doing her best to tie it all together. It had been such a long time since she had voluntarily wore traditional wear, and yukata were notoriously harder to put on by oneself than the haori/hakama combination that was the Shihakusho. As such, the young girl was having trouble securing her outfit, and the harder she tried, the more worked up she became, until at last he gave up on watching her futile struggle and sank down to his knees before her, wordlessly grabbing her by the lapels of her yukata and tugging her close, then swiftly and methodically taking over the task of fixing her clothing, ignoring her indignant yelp of surprised protest as he did so.

It quickly became evident that he was a lot better at putting on a kimono than she did and where she could only clumsily try her best to make sure (and then pray hard) that the fabric would not fall off of her diminutive frame at her shoddy handiwork, he calmly and expertly enfolded the fabric around her tiny form, straightening it out by the hem at her ankles. Next, he secured around her waist first the thin koshi himo belt, followed by the slightly thicker datejime, and finally, the more elaborate obi. Elegant, nimble fingers quickly smoothed out and tucked away any creases or unwanted folds formed in the process, before deftly tying the decorative sash at her back in a plain, minimal bow that was perfectly functional yet still pretty in its simplicity. It was far from the more elaborate pattern that Momo had done for her the evening before, but he got the deed of getting her dressed fulfilled and it was also still leagues and miles better than what Hiyori could have accomplished on her own.

The tiny blonde girl frowned down thoughtfully at her yukata. It looked really beautiful to her and felt even more luxurious, and she wandered over to the dresser mirror to inspect herself closely. This was the first time that she was taking the care and time to study her child form, and she looked rather cute and surprisingly neat in her current ensemble. A curious thought assailed her and refused to let her go. Turning to frown at Shinji, she immediately asked in a cross, accusatory manner. “How come yer so good at puttin’ on women’s kimono?”

The answer was obvious, of course, but it wasn’t as if he wanted to tell her that he had learned to be very good at removing women’s clothes a very long time ago and putting it back on was only a simple matter of a reverse process. He shrugged ambiguously at her, aware of her prickly, jealous streak and knowing that she would be extremely displeased at the vaguest mention of the feminine company whom he had been with in the past, even though the encounters had happened centuries ago, when they weren’t even aware of each other that way yet.

Even without him saying a word about that matter, she already suspected more or less the truth, and her little face screwed up in a scowl. “Ero Shinji,” she muttered bitterly under her breath, and even her hair seemed to bristle hostilely in her displeasure, but he shrugged at her and calmly replied.

“T’was a long time ago, brat,” he told her quietly, soundlessly getting to his feet and padding over to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. He wanted to do more like pull her into his arms to embrace her, but hesitated and didn’t think that it felt appropriate given her current diminished condition. “We weren’t even together yet back then; yer my one and only now, ya know that.”

Hiyori did not know why but the thought of her lover being intimate with someone other than herself made her feel extremely angry and upset, even in her current form. Once again, she had the strangest urge to cry, and her large, catlike eyes started to fill with unshed tears. Her nose tingled and she sniffled slightly in a bid to stifle the sob, though when Shinji took one look at her miserable façade, he made an unhappy sound at the back of his throat and knelt down before her once more to pull her into his arms, propriety bedamned. Child sized or not, this was still the same woman whom he had fallen in love with and he wasn’t about to ignore her wellbeing just because she had inconveniently turned into a kid on a temporary basis.

“Don’t cry, Hiyori,” he pleaded softly, tucking her dainty self against his larger frame, his hand coming up to soothingly stroke her hair, but his tenderness towards her only served to unlock the floodgates of her emotional distress, much to his own dismay. She wasn’t typically this weepy, but maybe turning into a child had also turned her into a temporary crybaby as well, for she buried her face into the side of his neck and sniffled once more, feeling inexplicably and irrationally angry at Shinji and however many women he had been with in the distant past, but also highly upset with herself for not being able to pull herself away from his comforting hold or even logically rationalize away this unhappy feeling even though she knew that she was being ridiculous about it.

Her small hands came up to clench into the lapels of his Shihakusho, and her shoulders trembled with the force of her upset. Shinji closed his eyes and looked vaguely pained and guilty when he felt his neck stain wet with her tears, but there was nothing else he could do but slowly rub her back and wait for her emotional bout to subside. “Sorry,” he whispered in her ear, though for what he was apologizing for, they both had not an idea. Moments later, she was still shuddering slightly, her breathing hitched and unsteady, but she slowly pushed away from him and even though her eyes were watery and her nose were also red from the impromptu crying, she no longer looked as upset as earlier and gave him a small scowl.

“S’not fair,” she mumbled sullenly, her morose gaze sharpening to a glare as she looked at him. “Ya had all yer ‘first loves’ but I had none…”

He straightened slightly in his crouch, starting to look vaguely alarmed by the direction of her thoughts. Reaching up, he reached out to lightly flick her forehead. “What am I? Chopped liver?” he asked her in a rhetorical manner. “I’m yer first love, remember.” He sounded rather proud of that feat, since she was such a prickly and defensive little thing and wriggling his way into her heart had been no small accomplishment. Shinji’s gaze softened and his fingers brushed lightly against the skin under her eyes, wiping away the last traces of her tears. “I’m also gonna be yer last love, so get used ‘ta it.”

Hiyori made a sound of pique, looking displeased. “Get used ‘ta it?” she echoed dangerously, and he could tell that she was starting to return to her usual fiery self once more.

He shrugged, purposely irritating her further with his laidback demeanor. “Um-hmm. I’m yer Prince Charmin’, ya know.”

Hiyori’s eye twitched, and before she knew it, she had punched him right in the nose, though thankfully enough she was still small and hence her attack wasn’t forceful enough to propel him right through the opposite wall. “Yer the shittiest Prince Charmin’ ever!!”

And just where had she heard those words? His declaration had sounded annoyingly familiar…

The tiny blonde’s eyes widened slightly when the memories slowly came back to her. While Shinji was ruefully rubbing his bruised nose, her small fist shot out again and she popped him once more, this time catching him under his right eye and impacting her knuckles against his stupidly hard cheekbone.

“Ow! Hiyori!!”

The young girl shook out her stinging fist and looked completely unrepentant at him.

“I remember what happened yesterday now, dumbass!” she barked at him, turning red again when she remembered how gentle he had been to her kid self – well, technically she was still stuck in the body of a child right now, but at least her head was clear once more and she was no longer just thinking like one. He had teased the cookie out of her and had taken more than his fair share of amusement at her expense, but where it counted, he had looked after her and put up with her hotheaded antics – just like he always had.

Hiyori’s face turned redder, and even though Shinji was muttering complaints in the background, she understood perfectly well what he had been trying to tell her all along. His past didn’t really matter so much after all, if she had to be honest to herself.

…Though sometimes it was still nice to purposely kick up a huge fuss and watch him run around in metaphorical circles just to placate her and make her happy again. The special treatment made her feel just a bit like a princess – albeit a rather spoilt one.

But that was alright, since he was a rather shitty Prince Charming, after all. They matched, flaws, idiocy and all, and even though Hiyori would never admit it aloud to him – he was right.

“That’s it; yer definitely gettin’ spanked when ya return back ‘ta normal,” he grumbled in a nasally tone, and she scoffed at him in an unimpressed manner.

“Yeah, right!! Yer just a lolicon whose tryin’ ‘ta take advantage of a cute ‘lil girl like me!”

He turned red and spluttered. “Will ya stop jokin’ ‘bout things like that?!! Yer givin’ me a really bad reputation here!!” What an idiot; but he was her idiot.

“Shut up! Are we gonna go get breakfast or are ya just gonna stand here and gab? I’m starvin’, ya know!!”

“I swear; yer such a pain in the ass!!”

But still, he stood up and shuffled off to get her fed, and Hiyori watched his retreating back until he paused at the doorway and turned back to look at her, his expression vaguely cross and exasperated.

“Well, are ya comin’ or what?” he asked bluntly, and she slowly followed after him, grudgingly certain of one thing at least.

Whether she liked it or not, this was definitely the man who was going to be her first and last love.

They had breakfast in the mess hall of the Gobantai.

The other Shinigami that her baldy led gawked discreetly at the sight of their Captain entering the building with a little blonde girl, and their appearance sparked some rather outrageous rumors that the young child was perhaps his secret offspring, much to the chagrin of the duo. A handful of his female seated officers came up to coo over the adorable little girl, giggling and fawning over her, and Hiyori only tolerated all that needless attention for all of two minutes before she lost her patience and lashed out aggressively at the gaggle of hens, when she decided that she has had enough and those women were getting too close to her property.

“Don’t ya bunch of airheads have anythin’ better ‘ta do?” she snapped at them fiercely, bristling with displeasure and dislike. For some reason, her potty mouth and touchy demeanor only made her even more adorable to the females, especially in light of her diminutive form, and they ‘aw’-ed and cooed over her even more. It quickly became apparent that the golden haired Vizard Captain was not the object of their interest, especially when the growing group of women spirited the protesting child-woman away from the former and continued to exclaim over her cuteness and her pretty yukata and even her ‘kawaii, tsundere’ personality.

Shinji wanted to laugh at the aggravated expression on Hiyori’s face when she got dragged off but decided that it was more prudent for him to keep his head down lest the unhappy brat decided to turn her displeasure on him. Leaving the young girl to be subjected to the tender mercies of his amused female subordinates, the fine haired male went up to the front of the canteen and joined up the food line with the rest of his division members, accepting their greetings and generally mingling with them for a bit.

The chain of command within the Gobantai was generally a relaxed one outside of the daily formal military structure of the Gotei 13, and Shinji had worked hard to cultivate and rebuild an atmosphere of mutual trust and respect between both the seated and the unseated officers of his Division, especially in light of the treachery and betrayal of his successor and predecessor. His laidback approach to running his squad was quite different from that of the previous Captain, but it worked well so far and he intended to keep at it. Shinji typically took his meals with the rest of his squad – it was a good way to foster a friendly relationship with the other members and it also allowed them to know their leader better. The Vizard Captain had nothing to hide and he had made that very clear the moment he retook command of his old Division, and the fact that he was a bit quirky in temperament but still a rather easygoing individual was slowly but surely endearing him to the men and women who followed his lead.

After several rounds of idle pleasantries with his men, the blonde snagged two standard trays of breakfast from the canteen counter and slowly made his way back to rescue his currently beleaguered and child sized significant other. He could not even see the pint sized girl as she was currently still stuck in the middle of a small crowd of jabbering, giggling female Shinigami, and could very well imagine that Hiyori was starting to get very desperate to get out of there by now.

Setting the trays of food on an unoccupied table nearby, Shinji cleared his throat somewhat pointedly and spoke above the din of women. “I think that’s enough, all of ya. Let her go before she loses her temper. She needs ‘ta eat too, so the rest of ya should also get back ‘ta yer duties after yer meals.”

The women were reluctant to release their cute little doll, but Hiyori’s temper was no joke and by then the red faced little female really did look like she was very near the verge of an impending tantrum. Obeying the orders of their amused Captain, the female Shinigami slowly dispersed, leaving behind a flustered and disturbed Hiyori who felt strangely violated from the experience. The rest of the Gobantai members still milling around the mess hall kept their distance and respectfully left them some privacy, and therefore they also wisely turned a blind eye when the little firecracker stomped up to their esteemed Taichou and leapt at his head, wrapping her skinny arms and legs around his face and neck and angrily trying to gnaw at his temple in revenge for simply dumping her in a group of his female subordinates.

“Hage!!! Yer so dead when I turn back ‘ta normal!!!” Hiyori growled as she tugged sharply at fistfuls of his hair, her little fang glinting as she bared her teeth at him. Shinji winced and evaded the tiny flailing arms to grab her by the scruff of her yukata, plucking her small form from his head and unceremoniously plunking her down before the tray of food that he had gotten for her. The tantalizing smell of the hot, fragrant rice with its side of steaming miso soup and freshly grilled mackerel teased her nose and immediately caught her unwilling attention, and Hiyori’s stomach growled loudly in approval of what her eyes were seeing. She was still hankering to pound her idiot lover for deliberately subjecting her to the high pitched squeals and cheek pinches of his officers who seemed to believe that she was nothing more than just a cute little five year old kid, and it was already bad enough that she had willingly came into Seireitei for him, but the blonde girl had not been thrilled at all to be in such close proximity to so many shitty Shinigami.

The urge to yell at the damn baldy some more was overwhelming, but before she could bring down the roof with her angry vocalizations of displeasure, he pushed a pair of chopsticks into her hand, tied a large dining napkin around her neck, and then took his seat across her side of the table, where his own breakfast was waiting. Surprised by how deftly and quickly he had gone through the motions, she had just sat there and gaped at him in a brief stupor, her hand still grasping the chopsticks and her mouth open in astonishment.

Picking up his own set of utensils, Shinji glanced over at the small, still form of his lover. His eyebrow went up. “Eat,” he told her. “Or d’ya need a booster seat or somethin’?”

Hiyori spluttered. B-B-Booster seat-!!! Why, that dickhead!!

“Ya damn shitty-!!”Before she could finish yelling, he used his chopsticks to pick up a clump of rice from his bowl and popped it into her mouth. “Eat,” he repeated again. “Or ya ain’t gonna grow big and strong, ya know.”

Hiyori’s eye twitched. The moron was definitely making fun of her!! Nevertheless, as visibly riled as she was by him, she started to chew voraciously at the rice that he had shoved into her mouth. Then, Hiyori remembered that he just put on a bib on her. Her face turned red. Her gaze grew shadowed. Her tiny fist clenched and the chopsticks in her grasp snapped like twigs with an audible thwack.

“HIRAKO SHINJI!!”

Her shrill bellow of outrage echoed through the entire canteen.

The man in question was unfazed by the explosion even as his other subordinates jumped in surprise, and his only reaction was to fish out a cube of tofu from the miso soup with his chopsticks and stopper her outrage (and mouth) with it.

“Ah? So ya want me ‘ta feed ya? Ya should just say so, brat~”

“…!!!”

::tsuzuku::

#bleach #Shiyori #shiyoriweek2018 #Sarugaki Hiyori #Hirako Shinji #ShiYori: Say Please AU #my fics

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❛❛ I’ve tried. You can’t cut the string. I’ve tried, trust me, I’ve tried. ❜❜ andreil please and ily

Aww, thank you!

And here you go, some Andreil for that prompt:

Neil knew he was in trouble when Wymack showed up to recruithim in Millport, not just because of the risk of his father finally trackinghim down, not because of him failing to listen to his mother, not just becauseof Kevin Day.

No, it was because he’d finally come across his soulmate, the person connected to theother end of the terrible red string who was supposedly the other part of his soul.The same red string only he (and possibly) that soulmate could see, the stringwhich he’d cursed for years, ever since it had appeared in his vision.

He wasn’t supposed to needanyone (other than his mother), to have anything ‘tying’ him down, anyliabilities. He had a figurative target on his back and a price of five milliondollars (at least) on his head, a death warrant long overdue signed into existenceeight years ago which grew closer and closer each day to being collected. Theonly thing he could give his ‘other half’ was a painful death if they met andbecame involved, so best that they remained far away from each other.

So of course their paths finally did cross, and it turnedout his soulmate was Andrew Joseph Minyard, the Palmetto State Foxes’goalkeeper, number three, someone just as fucked up as Neil (NathanielWesninski) Josten, if the rumors were right.

Neil should have run, should have turned down Wymack… but itwas too late, judging from the way that Minyard’s drug-hazed hazel eyes wentfrom his own chest to Neil’s and that manic smile slipped a little, from theway he ‘tugged’ on the string before climbing into the truck with the coach andDay. He was already suspicious of Neil, and Neil turning down both a scholarshipand a chance to be with his soulmate?He was already trying not to draw unwanted attention to himself, and a chanceto play Exy at a collegiate level was just too much to resist.

(Andrew had nothing to do with it.)

He wasn’t going to do anything to encourage a relationshipbetween them, not when he’d just be leaving in a few months, and it was clearthat Minyard felt the same when he was there to pick up Neil from the airport.He raised an eyebrow at Neil only arriving with his duffel bag and little wassaid until they parked outside of Coach Wymack’s apartment. Minyard killed theengine of his fancy car and made a show of slipping a knife from one of theblack bands around his forearm, which caused Neil to still, eyes intent on theweapon and body ready to flee from the vehicle.

Minyard ‘picked’ at the red thread which stretched betweenthem and made to saw at it with the knife, working at it for several secondswith that damn manic grin on his face as he stared at Neil, until Neil relaxeda minute amount and huffed. “It’s not going to work, you know. I’ve tried. Youcan’t cut the string. I’ve tried, trust me, I’vetried,” he admitted even as he shifted a little closer to the door to putmore space between them.

“Oh, have you now?” Minyard asked in a sing-song tone ofvoice.

“Yes.” Neil jerkedhis right hand through his hair as he thought about those times, about hismother looming over him as he made the attempts, displeasure evident on herface after each failure even though she must have known that it wouldn’t work. “Knivesor fire, nothing worked. You can’t sever the damn thing that way.” The onlysure way seemed to be for your soulmate to die or to avoid them for your entirelife – and of course Neil just wasn’t that lucky.

Minyard gasped as he finally gave up on the attempt. “Oh, amI not wanted?” He affected a hurtexpression while his hazel eyes remained blank, an odd contrast which made Neilwonder if someone was putting on a show for him – and why.

“You were the onetrying to cut it just now,” Neil pointed out, eyes intent on the blade until itwas put away.

“So I was.” Minyard’s smile was just as sharp as his nowhidden knife, and vanished within a moment. “How nice, it appears we’re bothunhappy with this… revelation. Now then, no disgusting ‘I’ve found my otherhalf’ announcements, no expectations that this has any impact on anything betweenus, that it means anything, yes?”

Neil swallowed as he wondered how much longer until he couldget out of the damn car. “It just means I feel sorry for your poor ‘other half’,that’s all.”

“Oh, what a smart mouth there. It seems the rabbit mighthave some teeth after all.” Minyard’s face went as blank as his eyes as hefinally opened the driver’s side door, a sign that Neil could get out, too.

Neil was right about that ‘feeling sorry’ comment, since thenext half an hour or so was a long string of threats and promises to break him,to make him come to ‘heel’ in one way or another, which made him wonder justhow much the universe hated him to pair him with such an utter bastard.

It was a sentiment he pondered often as he put up withMinyard’s constant suspicions, with the guarded access to Kevin, the mockinginsults, the break-in to his room, the night in Columbia and having to give up a small portion of the truth. Hedidn’t care about Minyard’s lack of trust him if it meant that it’s another reasonfor them to stay apart, but Neil wanted that little bit of a dream for howeverlong he could hold it, that bit of Exy and being as close to a real person ashe could be for a few months at least.

So he’s somewhat bemused at Minyard’s antics while sprawledout on the bench during Neil’s nighttime practices with Kevin, busy hackingaway at or attempting to burn the red string tying them together for hours onend while Neil and Kevin exhaust themselves playing Exy. Kevin gave the goaliean odd look for it the first night or two then ignored him, as if used toMinyard doing useless things like that.

Neil supposed it started to change when Minyard swore towatch his back and protect him after Ferdinand’s show, in regards to him givingKevin a reason to stay at PSU. He knew a clock was ticking after him standingup for Kevin to Riko, after him being too… too noticeable, so he didn’t thinkit mattered when he would only be sticking around for a little longer. Then Rikohad to go digging and find out the truth, and Nicky had to beg Neil to askAndrew to go to the damn dinner at the Hemmick’s….

He had to wonder if there was something about those storiesabout soulmates and the red string drawing them together, about how it wouldonly entangle around those meant for each other until there was no escape. Therewas a reason why Neil’s mother had wanted him to sever the damn thing, afterall, had warned him to run in the opposite direction if he thought he was drawingclose to its terminal.

He ended up promising a bruised and broken Andrew that he’dprotect Kevin, only to go to Edgar Allan for a ‘bastard’ who would gladly cutthe string connecting them together if given a chance (who was keeping hispromise to protect Neil, just like he always kept his promises, so Neil wouldkeep his, too). He ended up bruised and nearly broken, too, with his secretsexposed and the past breathing down his neck, all for Andrew to come out ofEasthaven with the drugs gone from his system and hollowed out of emotions,appearing unable to care about anything anymore (other than his promises) aftereverything that had been done to him. It hurt to see him like that, but it wasfor the better – Neil was on a countdown with only one outcome, which meant thefarther Andrew was away from him, the better.

At least Andrew should be pleased when the string wasfinally broken.

Which didn’t explain why Andrew kissed him up on the roofthat day (why Neil kissed him back), why he was so upset about it yet kissedNeil again. They both knew that it was a mistake, that they had agreed toignore the string connecting them together, that they were better off withoutsome stupid soulmate… yet Neil kept saying ‘yes’ and Andrew kept asking him.

Neil didn’t understand it, didn’t understand why Andrew. (That wasn’t quite true –yes he was a bastard, but then so was Neil, but he was almost always honest,too, and stood by Neil despite everything.) A random curiosity about why peoplewere attracted to each other aside when Neil was younger, he had been honestwhen he told Nicky that he didn’t ‘swing’, that he didn’t want anyone. That no one hadattracted him before… and then there was Andrew. He didn’t think it was asoulmate thing, or at least just a soulmatething, as people could physically want more than just their soulmate.

He only wanted Andrew,only felt a growing sense of desire, a ridiculous urge to smile and kiss and do…whatever Andrew allowed when he with the other teenager. It was confusing andintoxicating and wonderful, and of course it wasn’t meant to last.

His father’s people caught up to him in Binghamton, theclock running out at last, and he meant what he’d told Andrew in the lockerroom, no lies at all. He gave his soulmate the truth and one last long look,and hoped that Andrew welcomed the freedom he’d longed for at last, no moreties holding him back anymore, no more restraints.

Except Neil couldn’t stop fighting, couldn’t go downquietly, and Uncle Stuart showed up to end the nightmare that had haunted Neilfor so long.

It wouldn’t be a clean break, but Neil figured that Andrewwould still have some sort of ‘freedom’ when the Feds took him away and put himinto protective custody… except that the stubborn fool still wouldn’t let himgo. Andrew told him to ‘stay’ – the same Andrew who had smiled at him whiletrying to cut through the red thread, who had attempted to sever it all thosetimes while in Neil’s presence – and Neil settled beneath his touch and said ‘yes’.

The string between them throbbed at that answer and grewthicker as if to ensure that there was no possibility of it ever being severedor broken or stretched too far, and Andrew pulled Neil closer. The Foxesshuffled around them and Wymack argued with the Feds, but all Neil cared aboutat the moment was the feel of Andrew’s hand on the back of his neck and thequick press of chapped lips against his forehead, making even the painful acheof his burns and wounds inconsequential.

Andrew was there and had told him to stay, so nothing elsemattered.

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