#and on that other lecture I had a big red light in my head going NOPE! it won't be fun!

[gf2bellamy]

hello!!! i love your spencer reid fics!!! i'm sorry if you've written something like this before or don't want to lololol pls disregard if so! I would highly appreciate if you wrote an argument fic with spencer, and it just escalates out of nowhere and he yells at reader (😞) and he chooses to sleep on the couch for the night, but he hears her having a nightmare from the bedroom and goes to comfort her ? n she feels very guilty and sad over bothering him again after he was mad and hes like no my baby darling i love u 4ever heart eyes emoji, sorry for my ramble i just love angst to fluff hurt comfort and i want to be babied by spencer sigh,,, love your stuff again and have a great day !

anger — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: reader having a nigthmare ( no explicit detail of what it is ) , reader and spencer having a fight , emotions run high a/n: hii !! i hope you like this <3 i loved writing this !!

Spencer Reid never yelled.

You knew this with the same certainty as you knew the way he mumbled equations in his sleep or how his hands always hesitated for half a second before touching you , simply because he still got nervous around you. His voice was a living thing, shifting effortlessly between lecture-hall projection and late-night murmurs against your skin, but it always remained controlled.

Until tonight.

It wasn’t shouting, not really. But the way his words turned razor-sharp at the edges, the way his voice cracked over a single syllable, it might as well have been a yell. His hand raked through his hair, leaving it standing in chaotic tufts. In another moment, you might have smiled at how boyish it made him look. But now, with his shoulders rigid and his breaths coming too fast, all you could think was: I did that.

The argument had started over something simple, his recklessness in the field, the way he threw himself into danger without hesitation. But then, as arguments often did, it spiraled. Old wounds were opened, and before either of you could stop it, the conversation had turned into something far uglier. 

Now, standing in the suffocating silence of your apartment, you had nothing left to say. So you turned away, retreating to the bathroom, the click of the door behind you sounding far too final. You leaned against it, your breath shuddering as you pressed your palms against the cool wood. A single tear slipped free before you could stop it, and you swiped it away angrily, as if your own emotions were betraying you. Your reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror caught you off guard , eyes glassy and red-rimmed.

On the other side of the door, Spencer stood frozen for a long moment before exhaling sharply. He dragged his hands down his face, guilt already gnawing at him. Instead of following you, he sank onto the couch dropping his head into his hands. He didn’t know how long he sat there, caught between regret and exhaustion, but eventually, he moved. He grabbed the throw blanket draped over the armrest, the one you always curled under during movie nights, and tugged it over himself before lying down.

When you finally emerged, the apartment was quiet. Your steps were slow as you made your way toward the bedroom, but you stopped when you passed the living room. 

There he was. Spencer, stretched out on the couch. A fresh wave of hurt crashing over you. He’d rather sleep here, cramped and restless, than share a bed with you. For a second, you considered going to him. You could reach out, brush your fingers through his hair, murmur an apology, anything to bridge this gap. But the stubborn ache in your heart held you back.  So you turned away, slipping into the bedroom alone. The bed felt too big, too cold without him, and as you curled into your usual spot, you stared at the empty space beside you.

Spencer was tossing and turning. 

A car passed outside, headlights sweeping across the wall. For a fleeting moment, the light caught on the framed photo on the end table, your smiling faces at JJ's wedding, his arm slung carelessly around your shoulders. He pressed the heels of his hands against his stinging eyes. The statistics on successful conflict resolution ran through his mind on a loop (87% of couples reconcile within 48 hours, 63% report stronger bonds post-reconciliation) but the numbers turned to ash before they could comfort him.

He should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to sleep without you.

The silence shattered with a whimper. The sheets rustled violently down the hall, followed by a choked gasp that sent ice flooding his veins. Before his mind could catch up, he was moving, the blanket pooling at his feet, as he moved toward the bedroom. The sight before him made his stomach twist. You were asleep, but barely. Your body twitched under the covers, your fingers clutching at the sheets. A pained expression flickered across your face, your breath coming in uneven gasps. 

A nightmare. 

Spencer crossed the room in two strides. He sat carefully on the edge of the mattress, his hand hovering over your shoulder before he finally let it rest there, his touch feather-light. 

"Hey—" His voice cracked as he reached for you, hands hovering, too afraid to startle, too desperate not to touch. Your skin was fever-hot under his fingertips when he finally brushed them along your arm.

You didn’t wake up. Your breathing hitched, a sound of distress escaping your lips, and something in Spencer’s chest cracked open. He squeezed your shoulder gently, his other hand brushing the hair back from your forehead.  Then, you shot upright with a gasp, your eyes flying open, heart hammering against your ribs. For a disoriented second, the room spun, until your gaze landed on Spencer.

The first tear slipped down your cheek. Then his arms were around you, crushing you against him so tightly you could feel his heartbeat stuttering against your sternum. His lips moved against your hair, whispering words too fractured to make sense."I'm here, you're safe, I've got you" as you clutched at his back.

Then, barely audible, you whispered, “I’m sorry for earlier.” 

Spencer stilled. Of all the things he expected you to say, that wasn’t it. Not when your breaths were still uneven, not when he could feel the faint tremor in your hands. Guilt twisted sharply in his chest. 

You swallowed hard, your voice fraying at the edges. “I really didn’t mean to be overbearing—” 

“Hey, stop.” His hand cradled the back of your head, his thumb brushing the nape of your neck.

You were sorry? After he’d been the one to raise his voice, after he’d let his frustration push him to sleep on the couch like some petulant child? After you’d been the one to wake up trembling from a nightmare, and his pride had kept him from coming to you sooner?  

He shifted, pulling back just enough to cup your face in his hands. Your eyes were glassy in the faint moonlight, your lower lip caught between your teeth like you were fighting to keep it from trembling. 

God, he’d been an idiot. 

“Look at me,” he whispered. When your gaze flicked up to his, he held it, his thumbs sweeping over your cheeks. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who—” His voice cracked. “I shouldn’t have let it get that far. I shouldn’t have acted like that.” 

You shook your head slightly, but he pressed on, his forehead dipping to rest against yours. “I hate fighting with you,” he admitted, voice cracking. “And I hate that I made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me tonight.” 

A shaky breath escaped you, your hands lifting to grip his wrists. “I just worry,” you whispered. 

Spencer’s chest tightened. Of course you did. After everything he’d seen in the field, after every close call, how could you not? Spencer's thumb traced the curve of your cheekbone as he whispered, "I know. And I'll be more careful. I promise."

You searched his eyes , those warm, hazel eyes that usually sparkled with facts and theories, now darkened with remorse. Your fingers twisted slightly in the fabric of his worn sweatshirt as you asked, so softly it nearly broke him, "Will you sleep here with me?" 

Spencer's breath caught. The question, so small and tentative, landed like a physical blow. That you even had to ask, that his childish anger had made you doubt whether he'd stay, sent a fresh wave of guilt crashing through him. You were asking permission for something that should have been unquestionable. That his anger had carved this hesitation into you, made you doubt your place in his arms, made him feel sick to his stomach.

"Yeah," he breathed, his voice cracking as he gathered you closer. His lips pressed against your forehead, lingering there as if he could imprint the truth through touch alone. "You never have to ask. I'm not going anywhere." 

The bed dipped as he slid beneath the covers. His arms encircled you, pulling your back flush against his chest. His knees tucked behind yours, his heartbeat steady against your shoulder blades, his nose buried in your hair. The warm press of his palms against your stomach, fingers splaying calmed you down. The steady thrum of his heartbeat against your spine too. His nose brushed the nape of your neck. The familiar scent of your shampoo mixed with the salt of dried tears sent another wave of guilt crashing through him. He pressed his lips to the sensitive spot behind your ear.

"I'm sorry," he murmured into the darkness, the words muffled against your skin. "For the couch. For making you feel like I wouldn't want this." His hand found yours, intertwining your fingers and squeezing gently. "There's nowhere I'd rather be." 

You turned in his embrace, your nose brushing against his. Spencer's hand came up to cradle your jaw, his touch feather-light. "Next time I'm being an idiot," he whispered, "just come get me, okay? Even if I'm mad. Even if I'm stubborn." A small, self-deprecating smile tugged at his lips. "Especially then." 

His nose brushed yours again. "Drag me back. Yell at me. Throw a book at my head if you have to." A quiet laugh shook his frame, as you smiled at the sound. You didn't trust your voice not to break so you nodded, pressing closer. Spencer's fingers began a soothing pattern along your spine.

As sleep finally claimed you both, Spencer pressed one last kiss to your temple, his arms tightening slightly around you.

[worldofkuro]

Painted Smile

Painted Smile XVIII

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: Ah shit, here we go again. You are being better at controlling your spirits which is perfect to tease Alastor. This chapter my dears… Is a twisted smut. TW: Blood kink, knife play, choking, killing envy. Aren’t they adorably twisted for each other, huh? Well, I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter. As always, I’m not used to writing about sexual intercouse, I don’t really know what it is about, so please tell me if it’s just pure garbage. But I think I leveled up since the last one. Great lecture, my dears.

You put your suitcase on the floor, smiling with delight as Alastor was paying the cab behind you.  You were finally at Alice’s cottage, alone with Alastor for a delicious weekend. You tried to be subtle but today, you hoped to be the predator in this house. After John’s accident, you wanted Alastor to claim you once more. That’s why you prepared some of your best dresses and underwear in your suitcase.

 You entered the house, went straight in a bedroom and fell into the bed, smiling excitedly. You were going to enjoy this weekend so much you could feel your feet kicking the air.

“ Well, someone seems eager.” you heard Alastor walking into the bedroom. You smiled at him as he sat next to you on the bed and leaned toward you, kissing your lips while humming to himself. You pressed your mouth against him, feeling his body relax as he settled above you. You spread your legs so he could lay on your body, his head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. “ Did you know, your father told me to be a gentleman this weekend with you?” you scoffed.

“ What do you mean?”

“ Seems like he is afraid I would… devour you.” you felt his lips turned into a wicked smile. “ Which I would never, right, dearest?”

You tried to hide your frown. Your father wasn’t going to ruin your perfect weekend. Alastor was okay with talking about murder but because your father said he couldn’t touch you he would listen? What games was Alastor playing? He never listens to anyone. 

But two could play this game

“ No…, Of course, you are a gentleman, right?” you kissed his forehead. “ Now, why don’t you let me change, I want to talk about our plan to kill our new target.”  You smiled as he kissed you softly, the noises in the room being your breaths. He lifted himself up from you before leaving into the living room.

You smirked as you undressed and then took your undergarment from your suitcases. It was red lingerie that Alice gave you. You’ve never seen a piece like this but it looked like a dress that seemed glued to your body. The dress was very short, stopping just before your intimity. You put it on and looked at yourself in the mirror, smiling. Now, just some light makeup upon your eyes and lips. You put dark eyes shadows and of course, a deep crimson red as lipstick. You smirked at your reflection, feeling so confident in yourself.

You put a long dressing gown on, even if you wanted to seduce Alastor you needed to be patient. He had taught you that, make the prey feel at ease before attacking. You let your hair down, they were getting so long but you didn’t wish to cut it. You winked at yourself before grinding in embarrassment. Come on girl, be confident ! 

You walked downstairs, trying to keep yourself warm, it was still winter. You couldn’t wait for spring. You went into the living room where Alastor was reading his notes, mostly for his next broadcast. You smiled sweetly, he was still the same boy who wanted to be heard. You sat on an armchair next to the sofa.

“ Well my dear, why the makeup?” he asked with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at you.

“ I was just feeling like it. It's a new product, do you like it?”

“ It looks perfect on you. Are you cold? I’m going to bring wood for the fire.” he stood up and kissed you on the lips before taking an ax and leaving the house.

You waited, sitting comfortably on your arm chair before Alastor came back with woods, already litting up a fire. He sat on the sofa, the closest he could from you and smiled.

“ Now, dearest. What do you want to talk about? You really seem excited, I wonder why…”

“ Well, we are going to talk about our next target, right? I want to know how we will kill him.” you leaned toward him with an excited grin. His smile widened before he started talking about multiple ways of killing the pig. You listened to him, smiling softly.

“ I have information on him, he asks for women to be brought to his bedroom. I heard he would pay the parents from poor families so he could spend a night with their daughter, the youngest being 14 years old.” he said as he gave you notes where everything he had found on the pig was written. 

“ What a pig.” you spat as you finished reading Alastor’s notes. “ How should we kill him?”

“ Well, in a week from now on, he will attend a big soirée. There are women dancing and singing, and most of the time he chooses one of his likings and brings her to his room. I was thinking of asking Mimzy to go there, but she doesn’t fit his tastes.” he sighed, taking off his glasses. 

“ Doesn’t Mimzy know other singers or dancers?” you asked.

“ They aren’t as talented as her, they wouldn’t even be able to perform on stage.” 

“ And what about me?” you bit your lips as you saw his head jerk toward you.

“ You? Dearest, this is not a stage like you are used to seeing. These women are almost naked, masked yes, but they dance to seduce men. You would have a standing ovation with your voice, but I don’t think you would want to dance like them. “ he said with a straining smile.

You tilted your head.

“ Perhaps, but Mimzy could teach me right? I might feel embarrassed to be almost naked but if I’m masked it should be okay. Furthermore, if he chooses me, it would be easier to kill him after he takes me to his chamber.” 

“ Don’t. Don’t say those words.” he said with fury in his eyes.

“ Come on, Alastor. I’m the easier choice to make. Alice could grant us an entry to those soirée. You would be my manager or something like this, and I would dance and sing, I’m sure he would choose me.”

“ He would recognize you, he already saw you with Alice.”

“ I’ll wear a wig. And with the mask, I don’t think he would recognize me. This is our best option.” you crossed your arms on your chest, leaning against the chair. “ Don’t worry, he won’t lay a hand on me.”

“ As if he would even have the time to think about it.” he spat, his eyes slightly red. You bit your lips, feeling a warmth in your belly.

“ Perfect, and I think I’ll use a spirit to keep him away from me.”

“ You don’t trust me to keep you safe, dearest?”

“ Oh, I do, but I need to learn, don’t I?” you smiled while taking Alastor’s hand in yours. “ We never know what could happen on stage. And I need to be more persistent when I try to keep the link with any spirits. Unlike you, my emotions can get the best of me.” you sighed.

He kissed the back of your hand while staring at you.

“ Whatever my lady wishes.”

You smiled softly at him before taking your hand back. You held your chin in your hand, thinking about a plan to force Alastor to leave you alone to have enough time to connect with your spirit. You blushed when you heard your stomach making a noise that echoed in the silent room.

You looked at Alastor who smirked at you.

“ I’ll make something light to eat, it’s not lunch time yet, darling.” he flicked your forehead before going into the kitchen.

Perfect!

You closed your eyes, trying to calm the excitement you could feel in your body. You rooted your feet on the ground, creating that hot thread that was wrapping around your body until you couldn’t hear the noise around you.

Yes, little lady.

You couldn’t move your body, which meant Papa Lega was possessing you. You asked him to give you the same spirits as last time. 

Oh, I was curious why you killed a rooster for me yesterday without asking for anything in exchange. Well, I shall invoke him. 

You felt your mouth moving, speaking something you couldn’t comprehend. You opened your eyes slowly and felt the familiar warmth behind your eyes-balls. It wasn’t as painful as the first time, maybe you were getting stronger? 

You closed your eyes when you heard Alastor coming back, laying your head against a pillow, making it seem like you were tired. If he happened to see your reddened eyes, he would know you were up to something.

“ Dear?”

“ I saw John, not too long ago.” you sighed, trying to contain your smile, you could feel Alastor’s body tensing immediately.

“ Is that so… What did he want?”

“ Well, he wanted me to marry me and to bear his children.” you heard a breaking noise. Did Alastor break something? You opened your eyes, and gasped as Alastor was staring at you, the mug in his hand broken, with hot chocolate falling from the broken cup. You could see his hand bleeding a little but he didn’t care. His eyes were set upon you, any kind of human emotion gone. His smile was still there, which was making the scene terrifyingly exciting. 

“ What did you say?”

You stood up slowly, as if making a quick movement would trigger Alastor. You took off your dressing gown without taking your eyes off him and was satisfied as you saw a glint back in his eyes.

“ I said, the only man I would marry is you. I said I was going to be your wife and bear your children.”

You felt his body relaxed as his gaze traveled on your naked legs, your round chest and your red lips. He smirked as he approached you, clearly wanting to tug you against him. Usually you would let him, feeling Alastor’s pride at claiming you was one of the best things you liked. But today, you would make him work for it.

You held your hand in front of you, with much force you intended because Alastor wasn’t just incapable to touch you, he was almost tugged back. You bit your lips as you saw him take a couple steps back, staring at you with his eyes wide open.

“ Darling, I hope you are not doing what I think you are try to do.”

You needed to stay calm to keep your connection with the spirit that was granting this useful power.

“ I did not finish talking, Alastor.” you walked toward the plate he brought you. He had made pancakes with the hot chocolate, which was thoughtful of him as always. You took the knife while staring at Alastor, keeping your shield around you. “  I said, you were the only man for me.” you slide the blade against your legs, never cutting the skin. You knew Alastor liked the sight of blood, so you would make him adore the sight of your blood.

“ I said I would be whatever you wanted me to be.” you moved the blade near your breast, watching as Alastor was staring at you, never blinking just like a predator ready to wait for his prey to make a bad move and then devour it. “ I would be the best whore in New Orleans if you desire it. Only for you.” You put some pressure on the blade, cutting you slightly making you bleed a little. It wasn’t very pleasurable but the look in Alastor’s eyes made it worth it. “ And if he wanted to separate us, I would kill him myself.”

You only had the time to hold your hand once more in front of you, creating your shield around you as Alastor ran toward you. He punched your shield with his fist just one time, staring down at you with a manic expression.

“ Darling, drop the shield.”

“ No. Remember, you are supposed to be a gentleman. My father asked you to be.” you tilted your head as you pressed even more pressure on your breast with the blade. “ I, however, never said I would be a proper lady.”

“ Don’t play this game, dearest. You are going to lose, just like any other games we used to play when we were younger.”

“ Try me.”

You looked at him as he took a step back, his eyes becoming red, the same color as your eyes. You didn’t care, you were working with Papa Legba, he was at his most powerful when it was daytime, just like right now. You wouldn’t lose. You just needed to stay calm.

You watched as Alastor’s shadow began to move away from your soon to be husband. It was smiling creepily at you, almost mockingly. You gasped as you saw it rushed toward you. Would your shield stop a shadow? You didn’t want to lose right away. You jumped around the sofa, running toward the kitchen, already hearing Alastor behind you. 

You held your hand in front of you, pushing away Alastor who was already near enough to almost catch your arms. You smiled, delighted at his face. He was breathing hard, his eyes were no longer warm chocolate but bloody red. His smile was so big you were afraid it would begin to bleed. You step back, the only thing separating you was the dinner table already set with all the cutlery. 

“ Darling, light of my light, curse of my sanity. Come here.”

“ Why should I?” you grinned, tilting your head.

“ You used your shield even though I told you to never use it to separate myself from you.” he grinned, even though his gaze was menacing. 

“ I would never, isn’t it just you who isn’t capable of catching me? Was that luck last time?” you grinned at him before being startled by a touch on your naked ankles. You looked down at your feet and gasped as Alastor’s shadow gave you a hideous smile, holding your ankles with its hand. “ Fuck!” You held your hand toward it, repulsing it but before you could be proud of yourself, you heard shattering noises. 

Before you knew what was going on, you were pinning against the table, all the cutlery broken on the floor, you wrist pinned on the table near your head as Alastor was above you with a mocking smile.

“ You were saying?” he mocked you, tilting his head.

You forced on your wrist, trying to break free as Alastor was settling between your thighs. You could feel anger inside you, you were doing so great! You wanted to play longer. But you could feel the link with your spirit shake as your anger was taking control of you. You needed to calm down or you would lose the game completely. 

“ You look beautiful like this.” he said before taking the knife from your hand. You gasped as he licked the sharp edge of the blade, still with your blood on it. You felt something cold grip your hands and when you tilted your head back, you could see Aalstor’s shadow caging your wrists, making Alastor capable of using both of his hands.

“ Two against one? You are being unfair.”

“ I never said I would play fair with you. And, you aren’t playing alone right? You have your own spirit with you. It’s not my fault if you can’t control it perfectly, dearest.” he taunted you as he slid the blade against your lingerie. He leaned toward you, inhaling your scent. “ Now that I caught you, I can do anything I want, right, dearest…”

You could feel yourself becoming light headed as you were surrounded by Alastor’s scent and warmth. You just nodded, kissing the top of his head. You squealed as you felt the blade against your naked thigh. You saw Alastor staring at your eyes, his red eyes which were shining with insanity for you. Just for you.

“ If you don’t want it, mon coeur, just call that bastard’s name. Trust me, I’ll stop.”

You bit your lips. Was he talking about John? You just nodded before sighing in bliss as you felt the blade caress your shivering skin. You didn’t know why, but when Alastor was holding the blade, you could only feel pleasure. You tilted your head back as you felt the knife cutting your lingerie from your navel to the top of your breast. 

You moaned as Alastor licked the bleeding cut you made on yourself, right above your nipple. You squeezed his waist between your thighs as he bit your chest, before taking your nipple in his mouth.  The blade was caressing your throat, making you tremble with need. 

Gosh, were you crazy for enjoying this?

You arched your back as Alastor bit on your nipple, tugging at it between his lips.You moaned his name, bucking against his pelvis. You felt warmth in your belly and on your cheeks as you felt his harden shaft against your panty.

“ I want to carve my name on you..” he sighed against your chest as he played with the knife between his skilled fingers. “ Just carving a rune that would be ours—”

“ Do it.” 

You felt him freeze before he let your nipple go and stared at you, his eyes wide. You were wondering what he was thinking. Did he think you were mad? As crazy as him? More? You smiled softly at him.

“ I want you to carve yourself in me.” you moaned.

Alastor tilted his head back, roaring with laughter and before you could ask him anything he was kissing you madly. You kissed him with all the emotions you were feeling, you felt like you were drowning, you felt like dying, you felt alive. You tried to kiss him once more as he stepped back and bringed the knife close to your chest. He was smiling like crazy as he dug the blade against your skin. You arched your back, sighing in bliss. He wasn’t cutting very deep, just enough to make you bleed.

“ You are indescriptible, my dearest. You have me under your spell, robbing me of my thoughts and my sanity.” He was breathing as hard as you as his gaze wasn’t moving from you. “ How did I deserve such a beautiful fiancée?” he kissed your chest as the first line of the A was finished. 

“ You deserve me. You deserve so much..” you breathed as you felt the blade dug once more on your skin. You moaned as he kissed your neck, biting into your skin hard enough to hurt but it was so pleasurable. “ Never leave me..”

He chuckled against your neck as he stepped back, staring at your flushed face and your teary eyes. He was breathtaking. His eyes were staring at you and only you with affection, fondness, envy, obsession and oh so much insanity. 

He pressed the blade on your skin to finish his letter, between your chest would be an A that would always belong to Alastor. 

“ Darling, even if I were to die, I would haunt you.”

That was it.

You held your hand toward him, feeling Alastor’s shadow no longer holding you, your shield forcing Alastor to step back but before he could say anything, you grip his hair and drag him to your lips. You were kissing like he was the air you needed to breathe. You grip the collar of his shirt and ripped it off. You were finally against his naked torso. 

You felt Alastor tapped your thighs, inviting you to jump, which you did immediately. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned you against a wall, his tongue moving with yours in a perfected dance. You clawed at his back, decorating it with scratches from your nails.You would make him bleed just like he did. Marking him as yours.

You felt Alastor’s penis against your panty. You sighed with need before biting his lips until he was bleeding. You needed to feel him, making sure he was real, with you. He held you with one hand before taking once again the knife and cut your panty easily. You were so wet even though Alastor never touched you here. 

You felt him enter you in one thrust making you scream his name in bliss, tilting your head back against the wall behind you. You were gripping at his hair, desperately to feel grounded to something. 

“ I wonder how your dear friend would feel, if he heard you.” he chuckled, breathing as hard as you. 

“ Wh..Who?” you asked, lightheaded. What was he talking about? He kissed you, moving his lips against yours as you moved your hips against him. You wanted to feel him even more, you needed it. 

“ The one who wants to separate us.” he breathed against your lips, his red eyes settling on yours.

“ We’ll kill him.” you said as you kissed him again. You felt his member throbbed inside your walls at your words. You didn’t even know who he was talking about but you would kill anyone who would try to separate you. You gripped his hair hard, forcing him to look at your eyes as red as his. “ I’ll kill anyone who dares to try to separate us.”

You screamed in pleasure as Alastor pinned you against the table, pouding into you. You were clawing at his back as he was licking the blood for your wounds. You could feel your walls clenching around his manhood. You bite him hard on the neck, making him groan. you bit until you could feel blood seeping from your bite.

He leaned back, forcing you to let go of him. You choked as he took your necklace and held it like a leash, strangling you lightly with his own gift he has given you. You tilted your head back, grabbing at his wrist, moving your hips harder against him.

“ Mon coeur, regarde moi.”

You could feel your orgasm coming even though you couldn't breathe properly. You raised your head toward Alastor, looking at him even if he was getting blurry. He tugged you harder against him thanks to your necklace and kissed you, while he held your hand in yours, keeping his brutal pace inside you. 

You felt your eyes roll backward as you came on Alastor’s cock, your walls clenching on it, eager for his seeds. Your legs were trembling against his waist, but you didn’t want to let go. If Alastor was to cum, it would be inside you, nowhere else. 

You came back to yourself and watched as Alastor was breathing heavily, sweat running down his body as he stared at you, his eyes still red.

“ I’m near….”

“  Inside…”  you whispered, stroking his cheeks but he shook his head.

“ Darling, not at that time of the month.” 

He knew your ovulation period better than yourself. You stared at him as you felt his member throbbed. You stared at him before opening your mouth slowly, never looking away from him. You could see his pupils dilated even more, as he understood what you wanted. You said inside, it didn’t mean it has to be inside your lady part. 

He moaned, resting his head against your chest, pouding into you with more vigor. You clenched your walls around him , moaning as you gripped his hair. 

Alastor stepped back and you hurryingly  kneeled in front of you, before taking his penis into your mouth and before you knew it your mouth was filled with his cum. You swallowed every drop, staring at Alastor who was gripping your hair, hissing in pleasure.  You closed your eyes when you felt his fingers through your hair, making you relax.

When everything was swallowed, you stood up and smiled. You felt Alastor lips on your forehead before being carried you in your bedroom and settled on the bed you were going to share with Alastor.

“ Do you need anything?”

“ Just you, come here.”

Alastor laid on the bed and you climbed on him, laying on his naked body. You were kicking your feet in the air, softly,  while looking at his face. You smiled at his relaxed expression but squealed when you felt hands on your body. 

You turned your head and saw the shadow massaging your back. You smiled before looking at Alastor. 

“ It can be useful.” you kissed him softly, multiple times and of course Alastor was kissing you back each time. You touched the A on between your breasts, it wasn’t deep at all, you wondered if it would even stay on your skin. 

“ Now, dearest, where did you meet John?” you looked at Alastor who was looking at you. You massaged his head with your hands, sometimes sliding your nails through his hair. 

“ He was in the woods, where we killed your father…Besides, was it you who put a dead deer instead of your father?” you tilted your head. “ Where is your father?”

“ Underneath the deer, dearest. I dug a hole, buried my father, then I killed a deer and put it on top of him. Nobody would dig again after finding something. When you find a treasure, it’s rare that you keep digging after that, right?” he stroked your back once his shadow left your body.

“ So, you are saying… Is he really there?”

“ And he will always be.” he smirked.

You laughed, nuzzling against Alastor. He was … mind blowing. And he was yours. You put your chin on your hands which were staying on top of Alastor’s chest.

“ So, now, we just have another big pig to kill.”

“ It’s going to be different. My father was a soldier, he was strong and knew how to fight. Our new target doesn’t know how to fight but he is ridiculously fat, we’ll have to be careful.” 

“ I’ll sing, dance and make him choose me, then you’ll come for me and we will kill him both of us. “ you gleed. Even if you would have to learn from Mimzy, you could always use what she would teach you. You weren’t very close with the woman but Alastor said she was useful and knew how to dance and sing so why not give it a try ?

“ I might have to tear off his eyes. He doesn’t deserve them, he shouldn’t even see you dance or sing.” he said with a dark glint in his red eyes.

You giggled as you sat on his pelvis.

“ This is my final signature ! Trust me, I’ll dance for you, even if one hundred people were to watch me, it would mean nothing to me if you weren’t watching me.” You grinded against his penis which was already beginning to harden.” As for John, we’ll take care of him when time comes.” you smiled wickedly without being aware of it, your eyes still red.

You leaned toward Alastor, kissing him as he grinded himself against you. As you both lost yourself to your pleasure you weren’t even aware of both your shadows smiling horrifyingly at you.

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[bunnyinvanilla]

Soap has found a playful way to entertain yourselves with the new lights you’ve bought for the Christmas tree…

| 🍪 mdi please, suggestive, fem!reader is 21 and johnny is waaay much older, I had this one shot in mind for a while and thought I would write it down for soapy (probably first and last time cause I’m a loyal price girlie)

“don’t really trust these things ‘nny…”

your sweet voice is tinted with worry and hesitation as you wiggle your wrists, the motion only tightening the knot that bounds them together over your head and against your mattress “what if they start burning?”

johnny, as the faux gentleman he is, coos condescendingly down at you, but the sound that was meant to be reassuring reverberated like a deep, sultry growl in your ears — almost mocking.

“christmas lights that burn at the touch were a thing back in the 80’s, lass, not now,” he lectures you amusedly, his words inevitably pointing out to your evident large age gap — perhaps too large.

“they were so pretty, they played Christmas music an’ ye could hear it all the way from yer room... but ye werenae even born yet at that time, bonnie lass, ye couldnae know about it”

he lets out a rough chuckle, eyes fixed on the way the colorful lights shine over the skin of your wrists at an alternated rhythm, your belly twists with the familiar warm tingle that makes you blush every time he reminds you of how much, much older than you he was.

“you’re going to break them, we’ve just bought them” you whine, raising your head against the pillows to look at the colorful bulbs that tie your hands together, orange, green, red and blue alternating their shimmering “we have to put them on the tree”

“don’t worry, dove, won’t,” he smirks down at you, scarred hands ready to uncover the treasure that lies between your legs — they start pulling down the fluffy pajama pants you’re wearing, the tip of his calloused fingers tracing a hot trail along your thighs “n if I do, I’ll get ye new ones before Christmas Day comes”

once your lacy white panties are revealed, he nearly purrs at the sight, the best gift he could ever get lying down underneath him, ready to be unwrapped, his pretty, sweet girl. “I’ll make ye feel s’good ye won’t even have to write any letter to Santa, ye’ll give me all the cookies”

he must’ve been a pretty good lad all year to deserve such a precious thing as you.

“y’trust yer man, right dove?”

it’s hard not to crumble down like gingerbread cookies with the way he looks at you, cunning and sly eyes pouring down all the love and desires he has for you — so you just blink cutely at him, red, puffy cheeks and fluttering, big eyes. “i do…”

he grins at that, his hand swiftly grabbing his buckle and almost ripping the zipper down, his other hand tugs you in by your waist, harsh enough to press his crotch against your blossom and hips slam together.

“that’s my pretty girl, I’ll take ya to the bookstore right after, what’ya say? ye can pick however many ye want and I’ll get ye hot chocolate, deal?”

and with that, he knows you’re sold.

[soppingwetlegs]

DEFINITELY his type…

Katsuki Bakugo(AgedUp! UA college) PlusSized(fem) x reader

this is a continuation of my last story, I just can’t stop thinking about it, they’re so cute omg.

warnings: fat shaming(a little bit), swearing, suggestive language, kissing😳

“I’m looking forward to it, y/n.”

“I am too, Katsuki.”

After that sweet interaction, Katsuki walked you to class. Engaging in casual conversation, just getting to know each other. “Okay so let’s do something really corny and dumb to get to know each other.” Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “Whad’ya mean?” He says. “Well, I was thinking we could play 20 questions? Except obviously it’ll be more than 20.” You explain with a giggle that makes Katsuki’s heart jump. “Yeah, that does sound fuckin’ dumb…but I’m down.” He said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and gently nudged him with your shoulder.

When the two of you arrived to the classroom everyone’s eyes immediately went to you. “She’s so big”, “why is he walking with her?” “Ew do you think Bakugo likes her?” “No way right?” You heard all the comments and immediately felt anxious, out of place, ugly. To your surprise Katsuki heard them too, his fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. He looked up to the people he heard talking shit. “I suggest you all keep your bullshit opinions to your fucking selves if you know what’s good for ya!” He shouted, his booming voice was gruff and laced with anger.

The room fell silent. Everyone had fearful looks in their eyes. You made your way to your seat, bakugo following behind and sitting next to you and his friends. “Ignore those dumbasses. They wouldn’t know what a real woman looks like if she killed ‘em.” You nod, trying to push the rude comments out of your mind. “Y-yeah…right.” You say softly. The lecture goes on and we’re dismissed to lunch. You and Bakugo walk to lunch rush’s eatery together talking and laughing as you go. You stand in line and get your food. “Hey, wanna go somewhere cooler for lunch?” You raise an eyebrow. “Like, where?” Bakugo nods his head toward the stairs and you follow in suit. You make our way to the roof, there’s nobody else up there, it’s quiet.

It’s a beautiful sunny day with a light breeze, perfect weather. You sit next to Bakugo and begin eating your lunch, a comfortable silence falls around you two. He can’t help but admire how your features look in the sunlight, your skin looks so soft, he can almost imagine how it would feel beneath his fingers. After a few minutes Bakugo speaks up. “So…20 dumbass questions? Wanna start it up here?” You chuckle softly before nodding. “Sure, we can start. Umm…what’s your favorite color?” Bakugo lets out a humorless laugh. “Seriously?” You shrug. “What? It’s a good first question!” He shakes his head chuckling softly. “It’s a fuckin’ empty question. But uh, I dunno…red. I guess.” You smile at his answer. “Red, huh? Makes sense.” He laughs and shakes his head. “How the hell does it make sense?” You begin explaining. “Well when I think of red I think of anger. Red is an angry color and you seem like an angry guy.” He furrows his brows. “I am not an angry guy!” He yells…angrily. You just laugh and shake your head. “Right…sure you’re not.”

Bakugo continues the questions. “Okay, my turn I guess. What is your favorite movie genre?” You perk up at the question, a giddy expression gracing your soft features. “Horror! I love horror movies.” He smirks. “Yeah? They ain’t too scary for ya?” You shrug. “I mean, I get scared for sure. But that’s what makes them fun to watch. It’s like a little adrenaline rush.” You explain happily. “Well…maybe we could watch one together sometime? I mean if you want to…I don’t really care either way, just uh…figured I’d ask.” You can’t help but chuckle at his nervous offer. “I’d love to watch a horror movie with you, Katsuki.” His first name leaving your lips always sends a shiver down his spine. Your voice is so sweet, he feels himself being more and more drawn to you as the day goes on.

After lunch the last few classes go by quickly, in the blink of an eye you’re back at the dorms. Sitting in the common area talking to everyone. Bakugo sits next to you on the couch, trying not to be creepily close but also not far enough away for someone to squeeze between you two. “Hey, kats.” You turn your head and smile. ‘Kats’ wow…you gave him a nickname. He felt his face heat up, butterflies swarming in his stomach and you’ve only said two words. He’s awestruck just staring into your big brown eyes. “Uh…kats?” He finally snaps out of it. “S-sorry. I uh..I zoned out. Kats, huh? We’re givin’ nicknames now?” He asks with a small smile. “Well, I thought it was cute. You can give me one if you’d like?” He wants so desperately to call you ‘baby’, or ‘love’, ‘sweetheart’, or ‘princess’ but alas, you’re not there yet. So with a deep breath he simply says. “Y/n” is too nice a name to shorten.”

Bakugo got a nice idea and nudged your arm. “You wanna watch a movie?” You smile brightly, making his chest tighten. “I’d love to!” He stands from the couch and walks toward his room. You feel your stomach twist in knots. ‘In his room? Oh god, oh fuck’ you think as you follow him inside. His room was very…man. Plain white sheets with a black bed spread, a small oscillating fan on his desk pointed toward his bed. His walls were littered with AllMight posters and framed photos of him and his friends. He had a small shelf above his bed with several trophies and medals he’d acquired throughout his academic/sports career. You walk around looking at everything, smiling at the photo of him and his mom, he was a grumpy baby too, pouting with a popsicle in his chubby little fist. He sits on his bed and pats the spot next to him, clicking on the tv.

You nervously sit down at the edge of the bed with your hands resting on your thighs. You hear a deep chuckle. “Dude. You think I’m gonna hurt ya or somethin’? You can get comfortable.” He says, looking at you with an amused grin. “Okay…r-right.” You say moving closer, sitting next to him and resting your back against his headboard. He scrolls through Netflix’s horror selection. “Anything good on here?” You smile and point at ‘the last shift’. “That one is really good. It’s like psychological horror, my favorite kind, personally.” He nods and presses play. You glance over at him before leaning down and pulling at the blanket, he’s still laying on top of it. “You cold?” You nod. “A bit..” He moves his legs and pulls the blanket up over your bodies, you slide down a bit and pull it up to your shoulders, feeling cozy while watching the movie.

You watch the movie intently, despite having seen it several times you still jump at some of the spooky parts, you even cover your eyes a few times, earning a soft chuckle from the man next to you. “Scared?” You shake your head. “No way! Just uh…cold.” He leans down a bit closer. “I can protect you, don’t worry.” With a deep breath he takes a leap of faith, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he holds his breath awaiting your reaction. To his delight you scoot closer, resting your head on his chest and your hand on his stomach, you sigh contentedly at his body heat warning you up. “You’re like a breathing heater. It’s so nice.” He chuckles, rubbing your back gently. “I’m glad I can warm you up…so uh…wanna continue with our questions?” You look up at him through your lashes. “Yeah, sure we can.” You say before resting your head again.

In the midst of our cuddle/question session Denki barges into the room. “Bakubro come hang- oh. OH! okay, buddy I see you!” Bakugo goes to speak but you beat him to it, sitting up quickly. “Get out of here, sparkplug! Can’t you see he’s busy?!” Denki’s eyes widen and he quickly runs out shutting the door behind him. You lay back down and nuzzle into bakugos chest. He was in awe, his eyes wide, his jaw slack. “You’re…so hot.” You laugh loudly, your cheeks tinged with pink. “Sorry, sorry…I’m just enjoying our time together…I also hate interruptions.” You say hiding your face. He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. “I could kiss you right now…” Your eyes widen, a surge of confidence bursts in your chest. “What’s stopping you?” He smirks and leans in, planting a soft kiss to your lips, you melt into it but it’s over almost as soon as it begins. You open your eyes, sticking your bottom lip out childishly as you pout. “That’s it?”

“What d’ya mean “that’s it”? You…want more?” You shrug and climb onto his lap, straddling him, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. “I mean…I wouldn’t mind more.” You say, looking into his crimson eyes. “I’m not saying we should do anything…crazy. But…” he raises an eyebrow. “Crazy? Define crazy.” You blush furiously. “Come on…you know what I mean..” He scoffs. “You’re already on my lap, how much crazier are we talking? I wanna hear you say it…” You lean in and kiss him again, making him shut up instantly.

“Maybe you’ll find out next time we’re alone…” He bites his lip, blushing at your words. “I’m looking forward to it…princess.”

***AHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. NOBODY TOUCH ME.***

I think I might make this into a short series. the next part will likely be the last one since it’s gonna be smutty 😝 but yeah yeah yeah. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it.

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[marvelling-at-marvel-blog]

Richmond weird/funny interview idea.

I was going to write this as a fic but then realised I would have to try to figure out how y'all do awards shows and what they are called and gave right up.

So in AFL (Australian football), we have this awards night for the best player in the league that year and most of the other big awards (called the brownlow). It basically means all the biggest players in the league come together to this award ceremony. And on the red carpet, they do interviews and stuff for radio and tv. Pretty normal stuff. Most the time, it's what are you wearing, how do you think your year has been, who do you think will win blah blah. But there is this one segment a radio station came up with entitled 'sh*t brownlow questions', and the interviewer just asks completely random and stupid questions for fun. And it's hilarious because these players are just so out of depth with the random questions.

Now I cant get a Richmond version out of my head.

Like they go to an awards show, all dressed to the nines and there is some interviewer there who decides to ask random questions for entertainemnt on his channel, when all the guys are expecting the usual questions and it starts of pretty well and funny

Interviewer: Hey Dani, just a quick question. Would you rather fight 1 Isaac McAdoo sized duck or 100 duck sized Isaac McAdoo's?

Dani in his chipper demeanour: oh I wouldn't want to fight any version of Issac at all he is such a great guy, and I love him....

Dani suddenly going serious and grabbing the mic and looking straight down the camera: But if I had to chose, I would go 1 duck sized Isaac because 100 tiny Isaac's would be too many Isaac's, they would completly overwhelm you and tear you apart!

Interviewer: Hey Colin, just wondering do you do your tax returns as soon as you can or wait until just before the cut off date?

Colin going pale: oh no. When are the tax returns due? I don't know when the last time I did my taxes was......

Interviewer asking like this is going to be a football question: Hey Sam, we are getting to the serious end of the season now so I was was just wondering, who do you think will win..... this seasons Lust Conquers All?

Sam with his serious face at the beggining of the question laughing by the end: Oh Janet for sure but I think I would be a amiss if I didn't mention Jamie was robbed last season.

Interviewer: Hey Roy, just wondering.....

Roy barley glancing at him as he walks past: Nope not doing it, f**k off.

Interviewer: Hey Richard, so the big one is coming up, Wembley Stadium, 90 000 people, just wondering........ did you manage to get Taylor Swift tickets?

Richard without blinking: Yes, yes I did.

Any question asked of Ted, Ted is just ecstatic, takes it 100% seriously, and is generally happy to answer.

The interviewer joking pulls out a cross word from the paper and asks for some help from Beard. Two minutes later, he has a completed crossword, and he just looks at it in astonishment.

Then the interview goes off the rails a little.

The Interviewer asks Jamie a random queation about history but instead of stumping him Jamie lights up and peoceeds to give an in-depth answer with alarming detail and the interview now knows more than he ever needed to on the subject. (This makes Roy even more unhappy because Jamie is now going to 100% talk his ear off about this for the rest of the night, just info dumping on him. Let be real he secretly loves it)

Interviewer: Hey Moe, just wondering if you had an opinion on the election in (insert random country here, most people wouldn't know about the elections of).

Moe: automatically goes into lecture mode about democracy and the evil's of government  and gets so passionate and loud aftet 5 minutes of it Issac needs to come and save the reporter who eyes are as wide as saucers and is questiong everything.

Like, I can just imagine the chaos of the AFC and their personalities in a segment like this. The fans would go crazy for it, too

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I wear T-shirts: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: After Bridget finds out your 'secret life', you and her have been growing close. With your final homecoming on the other side of the week, you build the courage to ask Bridget to accompany you...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, Bold/Italic = Daydream, Bold/Indent = Texts, Bold = PA System

Chapter Theme: Motown - Grayscale

A/n: Aight, I didn't expect this one to be THAT long but whatever lol enjoy it

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*Y/n's POV* You walk into the doors of the school fresh Monday morning. Everyone is dressed in their favorite band shirt... As you head to your first class, you see Bridget... Wearing your own band shirt. Most likely she bought it at your last gig.

"Y/n!" She runs up to you and hugs you

"Nice shirt," You chuckle

"Yeah, I know, they're so amazing," She plays along, "The drummer really caught my eye when I saw them. I'm pretty sure they're my favorite after that."

"Oh did they now?" You ask

She links her arm with your and the both of you walk off into the halls.

"You didn't... Tell them right?" You ask

"No I didn't," She rolls her eyes, "I want you to do that."

"Thanks," You chuckle, "Where are we going?"

"To your class," She says

"It was... Back the other way..." You say

She pivots on her heel and turns to where you begin to guide her to your classroom.

+*+

You sit in the back of the classroom, technically supposed to follow the lecture, but you could care less about the class, you were passing anyway...

You lift your hand over her head, twirling her. Bridget smiles as the both of you continue dancing the night away. She wraps her arms round your neck and pulls you close to her.

Wait-

Do I... Like her?!

Once the final bell rung, you begin making your way to the band room to grab your rehearsal gear. However, you notice Bridget down the hall, near the band hall.

"Y/n!" She notices you again

She waves her friends off and runs up to you.

"Are you able to hang out?" She asks

"Agh... Gotta get to band rehearsal," You sigh, "I got a slight bit of time to talk right now."

"Oh..." She says, "I was hoping we could... So I could... You know..."

"You know?..." You ask

"There's something I want to ask," She says

"Go on," You say

"Would you go to Homecoming with me?" She asks, ripping the big question off like a band-aid

"Yeah," You answer, nonchalantly

Her eyes light up, she doesn't say anything in case you misspoke.

"I'm serious," You say, "I'll go with you."

She squeals as she jumps into your arms.

"Gosh, now you won't have time to find an outfit!" She realizes

"As long as you send me a photo of your dress, I'll find something," You say, "Here, hand me your phone..."

She hands you her phone and you put your number into her contact list. You set the photo she took of the both of you as your contact image.

"There, now you can reach me," You say, handing the phone back to her

"Eek!" She squeals, hugging the life out of you, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, gotta go!" You say, running past her

You dash into the band room and quickly grab your equipment, narrowly being late.

+*+

You throw your backpack onto your computer chair and crash right into bed. Your director was working every single fiber of your muscles that rehearsal. You open your phone and see a text from her.

Hey, I realized that I didn't get to give you my number - Bridget No worries, I had to run to band...

She sends you the photo that she took of the both of you over the previous weekend.

Here's my dress...

It was a white base dress with red and pink flowers adorning the canvas.

The colors suit you. Do you want me to go with you? If you want. EEE! Okay! I'm so excited! Also, aren't you in the Homecoming court? Yeah why? Nothing just wondering. Did you want to be in the court so you could walk me down the track? ;) What? Haven's no. I'm not popular enough to be nominated for hoco court. Mayyyyybeeeee if you revealed your drummer-by-night status, maybe you would be. Hard Pass. I'm taking you to homecoming anyway. You're not wrong. We'll have a dance though :) Lucky me :) I'm going to go to bed now, I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.

+*+

You walk into School Friday: everyone wearing their year colors: Seniors getting to wear black.

"Yo Y/n, ready for our last pep rally?!" F/n asks, "Getting to leave last period just for and related things is always a plus!"

"Can't wait," You sigh, rolling your eyes jokingly

"A little birdie told me you're taking the cheer team's captain to homecoming," They add, "How did that happen?!"

"She asked, I answered," You say, "Simple as that."

"Come on, since she found out you were in a band, she's been GAWKING at you," F/n states

"No, impossible," You say, chuckling, "She's a cheerleader, I'm a band kid. Popular, and unpopular. She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts. She;s the cheer captain and... I'm... In the marching band. No way she'd fall for someone like me."

"Jeez you sound stupid," They sigh in annoyance, "Just give her a chance. May never know until it's too late."

"Lets see how homecoming goes," You say

As you sit in the classroom, you had time before the ending bell rung.

"I heard it was a lame band kid that asked the cheer team captain to homecoming..." "Really? I heard it was the drum captain. They're pretty cool." "Still. They're just as lame as the regular band kids."

Your brows furrow as you listen to the comments made about you. You shouldn't care... Shit like that has been happening since you began your marching arts career.

Imagine if they'd find out that the drum captain is in a band-oh my god no...

Would the members of the Cheer Team, and Marching Band report to the band room."

That's my cue.

You sling the strap of your backpack over your shoulder as you weave your way through the desks. You trip over someone's foot sticking out from their desk. However, your feet instantly catch themselves and you compose yourself before continuing to walk forward.

"Sorry loser!" The person laughs

More laughs add in...

"This is not a classroom to make fun of your fellow classmates," The teacher begins to scold them

"It was a joke Ms. [Name]!" They say

"In my eyes it didn't seem like a joke," She says, "Are you alright Y/n?"

At least someone that isn't the band director cares... Sorta...

"I'm fine Ms. [Name]. They're not worth it," You sigh, "They'll never learn."

"Why you!-"

"I recommend you sit back down [Bullies' Name], or I will make sure that you will never see your final homecoming football game, and homecoming," Ms. [Name] firmly states

"Whatever," They huff, sinking back into their chair

"Go on Y/n," She turn to you, smiling

You wave her off and rush to the band room. You were her favorite student, not intentionally. But you treated her with basic respect and turned in her assignments.

+*+

Soon after the pep rally ended, You grab your things from the band hallway and make your way out to the field for a quick practice before prepping for the homecoming parade.

+*+

You hang your jacket up against the bars of your locker and then head out to the tailgate. As you travel further from the entrance of the band room, showering the band area of the tailgate, you found yourself at the very end, seeing the cheerleader's tailgate. You see very familiar pink hair. She wore a warm up two-piece track suit. You'd be surprised if you saw one of them not wearing one of those.

"Hey you," She smiles, "Care to get some food with me?"

"Only if you actually get some food," You say, "I wouldn't want to watch you pass out on the track tonight."

She nods as she takes your arm and leads you through the cheer tailgate.

"Hi mom! Hi dad!" She waves at them

"Oh hi sweetie!" Her mom greets her, "Is this Y/n Y/l/n? We've heard a lot about you."

"Really?" You ask, looking at her

"We really appreciate that you're taking her to homecoming," She adds, "We were surprised that no one had asked her."

"More like she asked me," You say

"Wow," Her dad chimes, fixing the both of you a plate, "That's really bold of her."

"Okay thanks dad bye!" She takes the plates and walks off

You follow after her.

"What was all that about?" You ask

"Parents... They tend to do everything they can to embarrass their kids," She says

"True," You chuckle

The both of you sit somewhere a little secluded to avoid judgmental eyes.

"Sorry you're not hanging with your friends," You say, "I can always go back to my band friends."

"It's not a problem," She tells you, "Besides, I couldn't catch you before the pep rally."

"Aww you missed me," You tease

"Shut up," She lightly shoves you, giggling

After sitting with each other for a little while you check the time on your phone.

"Oh, gotta run," You say, "I'll see you out there."

Bridget nods as you make your way back to the band room.

+*+

You walk in-step with your drumline members as you all walk into the stadium to warm up.

*Bridget's POV* You grab your pompoms and walk with your squad to your part of the stadium. You catch a glimpse of the drumline as you walk by. Y/n looks up after hoisting the drum over her shoulders. She smiles as you walk by. Your cheeks heated and you look away, hoping she wouldn't notice.

"Quit making google eyes at the drum captain," f/n says, "We have our own thing to do tonight."

*Y/n's POV* You tap off a beat and the other members follow suit, in time.

+*+

You meet up with the winds and the guard to run through some show music before heading to the back of the field for pregame.

Pregame goes as normal, with the exception of having alumni perform the fight song off the field.

You go to your seat and begin helping the drum majors pass the drum stands to your drummers who require one.

Throughout the entire game, you really didn't pay attention. You played where the drum majors wanted you all to play, the team either scored or the other team did. But, the game was in the bag anyway. Your eyes drift down to the track and see the cheer team doing a routine. Bridget up in the air and then trusting her teammates holding her up to catch her when she came back down...

If only I had that much faith in my drummers...

You wouldn't trust them to keep you upright. A handful of them were rookies or transferred from the front ensemble. You'd pity the next drum captain after you, and your friend leave, as you and them were the best drumline members, not because of the seniority, but since their both of you were doing indoor drumline since the both of you were eligible to start: The both of you learned from the people who had done Drum Corps; highly elite form of band...

+*+

You walk off of the field as the parents of your fellow seniors meet up with you; your parents included.

"We would like to congratulate all of our seniors and their contribution to our organization," Your band director announces over the speaker system

Some only gave light claps, fellow band parents of non-senior members cheered their hearts out. Your head travels to the side where Bridget stood with her fellow senior cheer members. She smiles as she gives you a subtle applaud.

+*+

Like you predicted... Your football team won the game. The band plays the fight song to the people exiting the stadium. you return to the band room and change out of your uniform, as well as organizing everything in the drum storage.

"Y/n, you have a visitor!" One of the guard girls says

You look near the band room door and see Bridget. you slide on sweatpants and make your way over to her.

"Want to walk home?" She asks

You nod as you sling your backpack over your shoulders.

"Do you get to go home after school when you have either practice or a game?" You ask

"No, do you?" She asks

"Nope," You answer, "Kinda sucks honestly... But, I'd be to band on time. One time the entire freshman class was late to rehearsal.... Our director made them run a few laps."

"Sounds like he's really passionate about marching band," She says

"More like it's to make the rookies 'care' about being in band, or it's a punishment, beats me," You say, "Your cheer coach do something like that?"

"Nope," She says

"Say, wouldn't there be an after-party for the cheer team?" You ask

"There is, but I'm too tired to go, what about the band?" She asks

"Also yes, but I'm also way too tired for it," You answer, "It's being hosted by some band kid I don't know well... Besides, we still have time left."

You walk her up to her door, her parents greeting her at the door.

"Thanks for walking me home like always," Bridget smiles, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," You smile back, "I'll see you tomorrow."

+*+

You walk over to Bridget's house and wait at her front door until her parents open the door.

"Ahh! Y/n, welcome in," Her mother greets you, "Bridget is finishing up in her room."

You nod as you patiently, but awkwardly wait in silence until you hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey Bridget," You look up at her

You take in her features that go with her dress...

"You look gorgeous," You smile

Per her parent's request, they take a bunch of photos before the both of you walk to the school.

The both of you walk hand in hand; watching everyone mind themselves.

"Yo Y/n!" F/n walks up to you, "Evening, Bridget."

She happily waves at your friend.

"Wouldn't recommend going in the gym," They say, "Hot as hell, and the music is rank."

"That's unfortunate," You roll your eyes

"Guess we might have to blow this popsicle stand early," f/n suggests

You look at Bridget, the hope in her eyes slowly disappear... But, come back once she processes the idea.

"You know what, I've been to three other ones," She says, continuing to hold your hand, "Let's get out of here."

"One word Y/n, keeper," f/n says, "Come on!"

F/n and their date, you and Bridget head out from campus grounds and find the nearest late-night diner; the four of you sitting in a booth in the corner.

"So, what are you two planning on doing after high school?" f/n's date asks

"We've been considering continuing our band full time," F/n says

You nod.

"Would you bring us on tour?" Bridget asks

"That's if a headlining band asks us to tour with them," You say, "We've never been asked to tour yet. Plus, you wouldn't just be watching. We'd give ya'll something to do."

"Like what" Bridget asks

"Be the people who help run our merch table," You say, "Wouldn't hurt to have help at the table."

"Would we get free merch?" f/n's date leans in

"I mean... Sure," You answer

They both squeal.

"How did we get lucky with the most famous band in town?" Bridget asks, leaning onto you

"Surprised that the school hasn't heard of you guys," f/n date notes

"Well, almost everyone in the school is into rap, or whatever," F/n says, "They don't both to support local music..."

"That's a darn shame," Bridget says, "They really are missing out."

"Oh well, their loss," You sigh, "I kinda like having an audience that is respectful. You could always hear the audience speak during our halftime shows..."

"It's a damn shame," F/n says, "We work our asses off to put on a good show, and then it's like... No one gives a damn."

"No matter though f/n, we'll be out of the godforsaken school soon," You say, "Fortunately we don't have to do anymore halftime shows."

"All that's left is State Finals," They say, "Then indoor season. Really throws us off our gig schedules."

"Indoor is only on the weekends you idiot," You sigh, "We can still do performances on the weeknights."

"We'd be cutting it close to waking up on time for school though," They add

"Must you always be a killjoy?" You ask

"I'm pointing out the facts," They raise their palms in defeat

The four of you continue to converse until the diner began closing for the night.

"See you Monday you two!" You wave off your friend and their date, leaving you and Bridget alone

"I know it's a little late but... Want to take a drive?" You ask

"Sure," She says

The both of you hop into your car and drive in silence: only the music from your radio filling some of that silence.

"Do you know how to drive?" You ask

"I do but... My older brother took the only other car when he moved out," She says

"Well, that really sucks," You sigh, "Well, I'm more than happy to give you a ride. I really love driving."

You take a random turn...

"I would hate for you to put a lot of miles onto your car," She says

"It's not a big deal," You say, "We live near the school anyway."

"Okay," She sighs

+*+

You pull into her driveway, putting the car in park as the both of you relax for a moment.

"Thanks for taking me," She says, "I had a good time. Even though.. Most of it wasn't spent at homecoming."

"Thanks for deciding to accompany me," You reply, "I also had a good time. Even if it wasn't at homecoming, being anywhere with you is an adventure to me."

"I'll... See you Monday," She says, smiling

But she doesn't move from her seat...

"You alright?" You ask, "Did-"

Before you could ask if you did something wrong, you felt her lips touch your cheek. You only sit in the driver's seat in shock as your eyes watch her exit your car. She leans down to the window and waves you off. After waiting for her to close her front door, your brain attempts to process her kiss...

Chapter 3

[beautifulfuckup99]

Request is simple

Alpha JK * Chubby Girl 🫠

Babes, you know I got you! Gonna make this a bit of a part 2 to "I Can Handle It", which has reached 390 hearts so far. I'm so glad ya'll enjoyed it! Lol

Title: A Little Reminder...

Warning(s): SMUT! (Obviously), Body image issues, pregnancy S!X, And, yes, fluff too! Lol

Author's Note: This is for my beautiful Big/Curvy Girls. Love ya'll!

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Jungkook's POV:

My phone rang out as I waited for the light to turn green. I looked down at my phone expecting to see my wife calling, but it wasn't her number. I picked up the call and put the phone on speaker so I could talk without getting a ticket for it.

"Hello?" I asked and quickly heard a sigh of relief come from the other side.

"Finally. What the hell are you doing out there?" Namjoon's deep voice came out in an angry tone, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the conversation I know he'll be having with me soon. Even on hiatuses, he was still my Hyung...

"Joon please, I have enough people mad at me for tonight." I muttered softly, hoping for some mercy after the week I've been dragged through.

"Well, someone's gotta figure out where your damn head is at. Y/N says you're cheating on her?" He asks and I want to yell out. 'I'M NOT CHEATING!', but I hold in the frustration. Married. Married, living together, and expecting our first child, and Y/N's insecurities had found a way right back to us.

"She called me crying after you walked out tonight? Didn't I teach you to never leave just leave a fight unresolved?" He lectures and I hit my forehead on the steering wheel before looking back at the road as I drive around the city streets of Soeul. "She said you never touch her and that-" I finally cut Namjoon off from his worried rant.

"I know what she said! I hear it all the damn time. That's why I left. I'm sick and tired of her always accusing me of looking at different women when we're out together or saying that she's not attractive anymore. She's having my child, Joon! We're married for crying out loud! What more should I do to prove I'm not going anywhere?" I asked in pure exhaustion. I'd even taken this break for her, and it seems like nothing was working. This was honestly worse than when we were dating. I hear my Hyung sigh before he begins speaking again.

"You need to understand that she's very sensitive right now, Jungkook. Any and every little thing will find a way to set her off. Especially since you guys haven't been doing much-" I cut him off again.

"That's none of your business." I say fast and then pause. "I-I'm sorry, Joon..." I sigh, just angry that Y/N would even tell him all of this. He hums.

"Jungkook. Y/N said that she believes the reason you won't touch her is because you think she's getting fat." He says, and I huff in annoyance as I stop at another red light.

"Joon..." I whispered while shaking my head. "I still, and will always, look at Y/N like I did the night we met. I've told her how much I love her body!" I try and defend. Namjoon hums again.

"But her body has changed, Jungkook." He points out. "Have you given her a reminder?" He asks and I nod my head before realizing that he can't see me.

"Not a day has gone by where I didn't tell her that..." I stated before remembering the last few weeks. "I... Well, I mean... Work has been busy lately... And... Shit!" I groaned as I hit my head on the steering wheel again before quickly focusing back on the road.

"'Shit' is right." Namjoon sighs. "You know what you've gotta do now right?" He asks and I stay silent, secretly needing this advice. Even as a grown man with a kid on the way, I knew I'll always need the insight of my Hyung.

"You gotta go home and remind your wife why you wanted a ring on that finger." He stats and I chuckle softly before sighing and pulling over on some random street.

"You're right. I gotta go. Thanks, Hyung." I mumbled and heard Namjoon say a small 'goodnight' and also 'good luck' before hanging up.

I had to make this up to my wife, and fast.

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I get home just as the clock shows 2:30am, but I'm not tired at all. I close the door behind me and hear the stairs creak a bit as someone comes downstairs. Turning around, I see my beautiful wife standing at the bottom of the staircase, hands crossed over her chest as she bit the corner of her bottom lip as if waiting for the right words to come to mind... So was I.

I had everything I was gonna say ready in the back of my mind, yet now, seeing her there with her hair a mess, her cute little nose red, and her gorgeous eyes puffy, all from crying... I just felt shame for even putting her through this.

"Baby..." I begin as I started walking over to her, flowers in hand, her favorite. "I am so sorry for everything-" She cuts me off with a shake of her head.

"No... I-It's my fault." She states. "I should've known that you would never cheat on me and I'm sorry I accused you. I-It's just everyone talking about you having 'so much chemistry' with that actress in your new music video... I-I guess I just kinda... Kinda lost it." She whispers with her head going down in shame.

I open my mouth to speak again but my voice gets caught in my throat. What good are words at a point like this? I walk over to my wife and grab her chin, tilting her head up to look at me. "I want you Y/N..." I whisper as I look her in the eyes. She pauses and I grab her by the waist, pulling her against me, her curves working as amazing place holders for my arms.

"You don't have to-" I cut her off by picking her up bridal style so I could take her up the stairs to our bedroom.

"I thought I told you back when we were dating. I can handle you just fine. I think you need a little reminder." I whisper in her ear.

As soon as we get through the doorway of the bedroom, I pinned her up against the first wall I could. I didn't mean to be rough with her, but it's been so long since we've even made out... Lust clouded my mind when she moaned into the kiss because of the sting my hand had just left on her plump ass. I kissed her, my tongue shooting into her mouth so I could taste her for the first-time in... I don't know how long.

I pushed her up against the wall harder as my hands reached down to her legs so she could get the hint to jump up and wrap them around me. My hands went to the hem of my shirt she'd been wearing, basically ripping it off of her. I moved away to get a better look at her and moaned. She was wearing red lace. "You were prepared." I pant and she blushes. "I don't know what you're talking about..." She taunts quietly. I put her down to get a better view of her and her body.

Her gorgeous body...

With a spin of my index finger, I motioned for her to turn for me. She slowly and hesitantly did. She turned her back towards me and I slowly grabbed her hips and squeezed. Fuck, I love this view the most...

"I'd be insane to get tired of a body like this." I whisper in her ear, causing her to turn to look at me from over her shoulder. Her bright eyes made my heart flutter like always.

"You mean that?" She whispers softly, as if challenging my sweet words. Our relationship was always a tug of war, and I loved it. She always kept me on my toes, kept me sharp. I smile before cupping her face, the pad of my thumb stroking her cheek.

"With every fiber in my being." I whisper back before leaning in to kiss her, this time more slowly. Our lips move like butter on a hot pan, the motion is slow and consistent, her tongue licking at my lower lip makes me shiver. I pull away from her lips though as my hands pull her closer to my body.

"How did I get so lucky?" I ask as I eye her, and Y/N blushes slightly, thrusting her butt against me to bump me away a bit before turning fully towards me.

"You make it sound like I'm some goddess..." She tries to taunt but I notice how little sarcasm is in her voice, like now she truly believes that she isn't. It makes an anger spark inside me that is quickly replaced with a need to make her believe me.

"Y/N..." I whisper as I make her look at me. "You are a goddess." I state.

"No, I'm not..." She begins, but I lean in and kiss her again. She puts her hands on my shoulders to probably push me back, but I know what she likes. My lips wrap around her bottom lip to suck on softly, my arms wrapping around her waist to hold her as close as her stomach would let me.

As we make out, my hands move to grip her ass, loving the feel of it in my hands. I loved the feel of her cellulite, the stretch marks, how soft it felt when I squeezed. Like dough. I especially loved the noise it made when I...

Smack!

Y/n gasps against my mouth as I rub the ass cheek I'd just smacked. "Get on the bed. I fucking missed this body." I whisper, tonguing my lip ring as I eye her bashful state. She was always so cute...

"Jungkook-" I cut her off.

"Don't 'Jungkook' me. This is what you wanted, right? Why you've been so fussy? It's cause I haven't been giving it to you lately. I'm gonna make up for that right now." I say as I grab her chin firmly, loving how she breathes unevenly at the promise. "Now get on the fucking bed." I order, not in a mood to repeat myself. Not when all I wanted was her withering under me...

Y/N is quick to get on the bed and I drop my jacket finally before walking over while undoing my belt. I yank it off and use it on her wrists, not needing her hands wondering. "Let me take care of this body." I smirk as my hands roam her half naked body now.

I grope her breasts as she gently moans and it's music to my ears. I kiss the tops of her breasts as I squeeze them. Her back aches so I can reach behind her and take her bra off. I slip her bra off of her perfect body and take time to really look at her again. Her hair's a mess, her cheeks are flushed, and she's never looked better. 

"I am so fucking lucky." I begin. "I get to wake up next to you every morning," I kiss the middle of her chest. "Come home to you every afternoon," I kiss down her stomach. "And make love to you every night. I'm in heaven..." I whispered softly before I pull her underwear all the way off and throw it over my shoulder, not caring where it lands. I spread her legs and get comfy between them.

I focus on her inner thighs, wanting to mark them up, biting and leaving hickeys on her perfect skin. "P-Please... Kookie, please!" Y/N begs in need, and it makes me smirk. Being pregnant made her more sensitive. She was practically leaking on the bed already. My breath brushes over her soaked pussy as I tease her more.

"You want it? Hm?" I taunt quietly as she shivers. I smirk and move to face her. "You know what I wanna hear." I say.

"I-I'm a pretty girl..." She whimpers softly. "Please. Please give it to me..." She whines softly. I hum and cup her pussy in one hand, rubbing my palm against her clit. It makes her moan louder and makes me smirk.

"Fuck, you're so wet, I can hear it..." I say happily as I slide two fingers into her at once cause I know she can take it. And she does. She always takes my fingers so easily. Almost as easy as she takes my cock...

"Oh my god..." She whines as her hips hump against my hand. I move to lay next to her as I focus on finger fucking her, eyes almost rolling every time her walls milked my fingers.

"Look at me. Look at me." I order between pants, and her eyes are half shut as she does, forcing herself to stay focused and not lose it to the pleasure yet. "My pretty girl. You like it?" I whisper against her lips, her hands moving against the belt tied around her wrists.

"Yes! Yes! Please, faster. Please, I love-" I cut her off by adding a third finger and rapidly thrusting them in and out, making her head roll back, and I wasn't letting up. The gushing sound coming from her pussy as I finger fucked her was egging me on too much to let up.

"Baby! Baby!" She gasps in pleasure, hips halting as I get to her sweet spot. I relentlessly hit that spot, over and over again as she says my name and my ego grows. I always thought hearing my name from ARMY was music to my ears, but having my wife chant it as I hold her shaking body with my fingers buried deep inside her? It was just a better use of my name...

"Take me baby... Please. Please, fuck me." She whimpers and I feel completely lightheaded at her pleas. I pull my fingers out, making her groan at the loss.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna give you something much bigger." I assure in her ear, making her squeal. I roll her on to her side with me behind her.

"My hands! Please!" She pants as I kiss and bite along her neck. I groan softly and kiss her ear before releasing her wrists. My hands roam her body before I finally undo my jeans that were acting as a prison for my cock. I moan at the relief of my bulge finally being free from it's trap.

Her hand is on my cock before I can even guide it between her legs myself. I smirk as I watch her eyes stay glued to the mirror by our bed. "You know exactly where to look. Good girl..." I praise as I help push into her.

She sucks in some air fast and I grab her leg to hold over my hip so I can push in deeper. "Fuck..." I groan as I feel my cock instantly become surrounded by her warm and wet walls that squeeze around my length in need. "Treat my cock so good, baby..." I pant.

"Give me..." She whines and it makes me smirk. So needy...

I start fucking her faster and her hand goes to mine that's around her waist. Her nails dig into my arm and the burn of her nails going up my forearm only makes me thrust faster. "Oh... Fuck, baby!" I groaned as I move my hips so I can find her sweet spot.

"Jungkook!" She moans out loudly and I smirk. Found it.

Y/N throws her head back, her hair everywhere and her chest moving rapidly up and down. My head moves to the cork of her neck so naturally. This was so natural. I could never experience this with anyone else. And if I had to fuck her speechless to get it through her head that she was my one and only, then so be it.

"So perfect..." I breathed out against her ear as I watch het through the mirror before slowing down. I wanted her to feel every fucking inch of my cock. I wanted to feel just how tight her walls wrap around my cock with need to keep me in.

"Look at me." I whispered and grab Y/N by her chin before she can move, making her whimper loudly. She locks eyes with me.

"Please. Please, fuck me. I have to cum..." She shivers and I smirk as I move my forehead, so it's pressed to hers. She gasps loudly as I give her hard and slow thrusts.

"You are so perfect." I breathed out and she just whispers my name shakily. I smile at her reaction, eyes rolling shut and mouth dropping open. My firm hand moves to her clit to rub it. The look on her face was one of pure need. Pure beauty...

"I love you. I love your body. I love your mind, baby. Fuck..." I pant. "I fucking love everything about you..." I ramble on as she blushes more, whining how much she loves me.

"Kookie... I... Oh god... H-Harder... I-I love you! Please, baby, harder." Y/N cries out, and I move harder. Her hand moves down to hold mine that's rubbing at her clit faster now. I kiss along her face as she trembles.

"Let go, baby." I breathe out. "Come on, beautiful... Cum for me." I continue and Y/N presses her lips against mine hard, but she barely kisses me, too lost in pleasure. I don't mind though. I swallow all of her moans as she cums hard, her whole body shaking as she throws her head back against my shoulder blade, breaking our kiss. I continue through her orgasm and after a few more thrusts, I cum just as hard inside of her.

We don't move after such an intense session. The silence in the room is loud as we try to catch our breaths. I do, however, spend time kissing all over her face, neck, and shoulder as she softly begins giggling, something she does when fully satisfied, and it's always enough to make me fall all over again.

"I love you." The voice is weak and shaky, but it belongs to the woman I love. So, it's perfect...

"I love you too, baby." I say back, my voice hoarse. I slowly move out of her, making her gasp softly at the loss. I pull her into my side to cuddle.

"I'm sorry. For being a handful." She mutters quietly and I chuckle softly.

"Don't be. I'll always be ready to remind you just how amazing you are. I can handle you, baby. Never forget it." I smirk before kissing her tenderly.

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Also, can we talk about the fact that I've reached 300 followers! Love you all!

[therimmerexperience]

Smegtober- Day 7 (Sacrifice)

“I need to go home,” Ace, Rimmer, told Wildfire, his voice nasal and whiny; he was ready to be himself again. 

“As you wish,” replied the disembodied voice from the cockpit, her tone, as always, indifferent and cold. She scanned her dimensional records with a beep. 

Rimmer's eyes widened in disbelief as he laughed bitterly, “it was that easy? You could have taken the others home at any time too?” 

“Yes, Arnold,” she replied, still indifferent. 

“Why?” He tore the wig from his head, tossing it to the arm of his chair and missing. He left it on the ground.

“Why what?” 

“Why did you never take any of the others back?” He glowered at Wildfire's control panel as if she could see him, as if she had the capacity to care. If he had known, if any of them had known, that they could have just asked to go home, the Ace Rimmer grave planet would be a ring system short of a war memorial. 

“They never asked,” she, once again, answered plainly.

Rimmer shook his head, opening his mouth though the strained feeling in the back of his throat prevented anything from escaping. Eventually, he gave up. Lecturing an unemotional machine on human decency seemed redundant. He felt foolish for even getting upset at her. 

“Just take me home.” He finally relented. 

Wildfire buzzed, a swell of blue expanding in the ink before them and swallowing them whole, spitting them back out in a similar blotchy scene, speckled with stars, only with one major difference; a large spacecraft hung in the sky to the right of Wildfire, dusty rouge and just as tasteless and magnificent as he remembered it. It was home. 

Boarding the dwarf, stepping, for the first time in decades, onto the landing bay, he was greeted by Kryten first, the rest of the crew behind him, his head wider and his body a brighter shade of silver than before. He had aged. Could mechanoids age? Rimmer pushed away the thought. It made him feel old. 

“Mr Ace!” he gushed, a veil of perplexion shrouding his features while his eyes scanned the wig pressed curls on Rimmer’s head. A smug, knowing smile tugged at Lister’s cheeks, the creases around his mouth deeper than Rimmer remembered, his eyes lined, crows feet forming in the corners. He pulled him into a tight hug, much like when he had first left though Lister definitely felt softer.  Rimmer supposed time had done the same to him too.

Red Dwarf itself had changed. Rimmer had noted all of the small differences mentally while on his way to Lister’s room: hallways seemingly stretched further, the ceilings panels no longer resembled styrofoam and he could have sworn there never used to be that many elevators. He wondered if the diesel desks had changed. His next spontaneous getaway the next time someone fell ill would surely be more interesting than the time Lister contracted space mumps- for one, he had an actual body now. 

 Looking around, Rimmer felt like he was in a funhouse, the room distorted compared to the one in his memory; he was still trying to wrap his head around the nanobot resurrection, let alone the changes the resurrection had caused; since when were bunkrooms that big?  It was remarkable how pleasantly sized beds were supposed to be before the JMC budget cuts. He shrugged off his hideous silver flight jacket, throwing it out into the middle of the room and watching it dissolve into light before it hit the floor. 

“So,” he turned to Lister, who was slumped in a chair by the table, “Where did the other me go? The one who was resurrected.”

“He’s hiding,” The scouser chucked, “down in the cargo decks. I think he’s scared you're here to replace him.”

Rimmer settled in the chair opposite Lister’s, resting his hands lackadaisically on the surface in front of him and shooting him a playfully suspicious glance, “and why would he think that?”

“Because that's what I told him,” He grinned idiotically, much like he used to back in his twenties, “It’s not my fault he believed me.”

Rimmer couldn't help but smile in return, “I was never that much of a tremendous coward, was I?”

“Well, he is only human.”

They stewed in silence for a moment. Considering his next words carefully before he let them tumble from his tongue, Rimmer pressed his mouth into a straight line, his brow creasing. He watched his former crewmate tap anxiously on the metal tabletop expectantly for a while. 

“He won't want to take Wildfire,” Lister beat him to it, still tapping, “I think he's worse than you were.”

Rimmer nodded; he knew exactly what he had meant by ‘worse’; he was less adjusted, more cowardly, meaner and so much more bitter- all of the things that made Rimmer 'worse’ than most other people. A hand slid over the top of one of Rimmer's, brushing its thumb over his reassuringly and squeezing it lightly. Lister’s eyes met his, unchanged, still the same shade of brown they always had been: a sickly sweet hue of honey.

“I don’t want to leave,” the hologram admitted sheepishly, withdrawing his hands, “I’ve been Ace too long, Listy. Longer than any other Rimmer.”

“I’m sure I can convince him to give it a go,” he winked, “I’ve done it before.”

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Rimmer climbed into the cockpit of Wildfire, gaudy, senset blonde wig askew and flight jacket rubbing the wrong way on his skin; he wasn't ready. He waved to the man who looked just like him, who saluted in return, the H on his forehead shimmering in the light of the landing bay. Lister smiled thankfully, a semblance of guilt on the curl of his lips. How could Rimmer have said no? It wasn't as though he truly belonged here. He was merely a spare part.

“Come on, old love,” Nano-Rimmer prompted Wildfire in an Ace impersonation, still yet to be perfected, “We better be off.”

[firstelevens]

hi! sambucko + 54. reading a book together, if you want!

54. reading a book together

this is not strictly what the prompt ordered but it IS an unplanned return to the mr. and mrs. smith au so...technically a win?

Bucky has been scrubbing down the countertop for at least a half hour, the latest in a frustration-fueled cleaning spree that sent him all over the house. Any minute now, he’s liable to actually bore holes in the granite, but he can’t stop what he’s doing. If he stops, he’s going to have to find another place to vent his irritation, and he’s got an eight year old to take care of and a stupidly heroic husband who’s recovering from a concussion, so that isn’t really an option right now.

“I just don’t understand,” he says, not looking up from the counter, “how Sam had you and Wanda covering him and this still happened.”

Natasha eats the last bite of her muffin—the cleaning spree had been preceded by panicked baking yesterday, while Bucky followed Captain America’s latest fight on his phone and tried to keep Jack busy so he wouldn’t miss Sam too much—and drops a crumpled napkin onto her plate. “You know how it is in the field,” she says. “And you know that there isn’t a lot any of us can do to stop Sam from throwing himself into the mix if he’s decided that’s what he’s going to do.”

“You all should’ve grounded him with one of Wanda’s forcefields,” grumbles Bucky, just for the sake of it. “Time out in the big red dome until he got his big feelings under control. He can’t just throw himself into danger like that; no cartoon supervillain is worth his life.”

She looks meaningfully at him over the rim of her coffee cup. “Probably would’ve been easier for him to get those big feelings under control if Rumlow hadn’t started going on about the Soldier.”

Bucky stops scrubbing, every muscle in his body tensing. “He didn’t…”

“No,” says Natasha. “He didn’t know anything about you. Just started ranting about how the Avengers lost HYDRA a perfectly good weapon. Got a little unclear after that, since he was busy getting punched in the face.”

“And then he set off that flashbang and got away,” says Bucky.”

“And then he set off a flashbang and got away,” repeats Nat. “And one of the other guys swung on Sam before he could get back up to altitude and see through the smoke.”

He sighs. “I probably can’t get mad at him for this one, huh?”

Natasha shrugs. “Probably not,” she says. “But hey, it’s Sam, so he’ll probably do another stupidly heroic something as soon as he’s back in the field, and you can lecture him about taking better care of himself then.”

She makes a pretty good point, Bucky has to concede. It’s at least enough to put a stop to the aggressive cleaning so Bucky can see Nat out of the house. She promises to stop by tomorrow to take ‘entertaining Sam’ duty off of Bucky’s hands and he gratefully accepts. Bucky loves his husband beyond words, but Sam is the world’s worst patient, especially anytime bed rest is prescribed.

Locking the door behind Natasha, Bucky heads upstairs and peeks into Jack’s room to check on him. Usually, he’s curled up on the beanbag in the corner, reading or building Legos, but his room is empty. Just to be sure, Bucky nudges open the closet, where Jack and Sam had built a reading nook last summer, but that’s empty, too.

He backtracks out of Jack’s room and listens for a moment, finally catching the quiet sound of chatter from his and Sam’s bedroom. Of course.

He moves through the double doors and beelines for the walk-in closet, opening the door as quietly as he can. It’s almost entirely dark, except for the strings of Christmas lights and the glowing constellations that Steve painted on the ceiling, but Bucky’s eyes are sharp enough to see Sam sitting up in the bed, his head tipped back against the headboard, his eyes closed. On the other side of the bed, his back against the wall, Jack sits cross-legged and reads from a well-worn paperback, a clip-on light illuminating the pages.

“...‘you do know my name, though you don't remember that I belong to it,’” reads Jack. “‘I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me! To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the–’ hi, Papa!”

“Hi, Jitterbug,” says Bucky, leaning against the doorway. Jack lets out a quiet little huff at the name, but for now it’s more fond than exasperated, and Bucky is more aware every day that pretty soon he’s going to have to stop with all the cute nicknames at the risk of mortifying his almost-preteen. “Are you keeping Daddy out of trouble?”

“Daddy’s never in trouble,” says Jack, tucking a bookmark into place and closing his book. He takes after Sam that way. Bucky is a serial dog-earer and Sam spends a not-inconsiderable amount of time chiding him for it. “He’s too responsible.”

“Not true,” says Sam, his eyes still closed. “I’m in trouble with Papa plenty.”

Jack’s eyes go wide, his jaw dropping a little bit. “You are?”

“Not that often,” says Bucky, waving a hand because he doesn’t know how they’re supposed to explain the terror of watching the man you love fling himself at danger over and over again when they’ve agreed not to tell Jack about Sam’s real job. “Just when he’s being silly and he forgets to be safe.”

“Oh,” says Jack. “Like forgetting your seatbelt? Or not wearing a bike helmet?”

“It’s exactly like that,” says Bucky, and hopes that Sam can sense the smug look he’s being given, after four solid years of Bucky being on his case to start wearing a damn helmet already.

“We all forget that stuff sometimes,” says Sam, and when he opens his eyes, he’s looking right at Bucky instead of Jack. “It’s just important to know you messed up, and to try to do it better next time.”

Bucky hums in agreement, crossing over to kiss Sam’s forehead before he squeezes in beside Jack, putting an arm around him and kissing his temple, too. 

“So have you made it to the tea party yet?” he asks, gesturing to the book in Jack’s hands.

“Not yet,” says Jack. Then, as a not-so-quiet aside to Bucky: “I had to keep explaining things to Daddy. He didn’t even know what a hobbit was.”

There’s a quiet laugh from Sam’s side of the bed. “Sorry, Bug,” he says. “You just know these books so much better than me.”

“It’s okay, Daddy,” says Jack. “I know your head hurts.”

“You want to keep reading, Jitterbug?” asks Bucky. “I can take over if you want to go play instead.”

“Uh-uh,” Jack says, with a shake of his head, before he leans in for another conspiratorial aside. “But can you do the voices for me? If I read the rest?”

“You want to give Daddy the full performance, huh?” Bucky whispers back.

A nod.

Bucky can’t help but give Jack another squeeze, nuzzling the top of his head. “Okay,” he says. “Just say when.”

“Okay,” whispers Jack, and then opens the book again, flipping to his bookmark and clicking on the little light again so he can point out a spot on the page. “From here, please?”

It takes a moment, but Bucky puts on his best wizard voice, leans in to see the page better, and reads along with all of Gandalf’s lines, with Jack leaning into his side and Sam curled up beside them both, an outstretched hand on Bucky’s knee: not quite a hole in the ground, but in Bucky’s long life, he’s never known anywhere else that so clearly meant comfort.

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Chapter 11: (PIPER X) - PIPER’S KNOCK OUT WITH MAKEUP

Will grimaced as he saw the x next to Piper’s name. He knew that was just this book’s style of using roman numerals in place of actual chapter titles, honestly  a lame decision on someone’s part, but it gave him a forbidding feeling as x’s were also associated with kissing, and death. Piper constantly finding herself at that crossroads was so heartbreaking for her, he hoped she was doing okay now.

Nico was secretly excited Will had the book again, even while making grumpy faces, just because it now gave him an open excuse to tip his head back and admire him in the sunshine. This was the first time he’d gotten to see Will in his element, now it was distractingly hard to look away from the sun lighting him from the inside. His deep tan face had never smiled so bright, his blonde hair constantly looked ruffled and fell into his eyes and he never seemed to notice or care. Nico tapped his fingers on his knees and then toyed with his ring off and on as he missed Will’s arm on his shoulder but genuinely understood why he was pressed against that pane of glass as much as possible while the rest of them huddled in the attic, some closer to the fire than others. 

The temptation to go up and sit beside him had been there the whole time…but he kept glancing guiltily at his sister. The seat was barely big enough for the two of them, Will wouldn’t be able to lounge out, and well, he didn’t want to leave her to sit under the seat alone. Yep, that was the only reason he was hesitating.

PIPER X

THE WHOLE CAMPFIRE IDEA FREAKED PIPER OUT.

“And after the nightmares, nobody questions why,” Will absently assured.

 It made her think of that huge purple bonfire in the dreams, and her father tied to a stake.

“Will, the dream whisperer over here,” Percy snorted.

“Maybe he can deconstruct yours about suffocating in bubble wrap,” Annabetbh smirked.

“I don’t need a translation from that, it was a real threat from my mom,” Percy sighed, the closest thing Sally Jackson could ever do to show being upset.

 What she got instead was almost as terrifying: a sing- along.

Will looked monstrously disappointed how anyone could think such a thing!

Nico knew from personal experience that if Will really put the effort in, he’d get Piper singing along in no time though. It was kind of terrifying how he could weaponize that enthusiasm. 

 The amphitheater steps were carved into the side of a hill, facing a stone-lined fire pit. Fifty or sixty kids filled the rows, clustered into groups under various banners.

Will immediately perked back up though at the casual reminder of how many kids were there. Years prior, they’d be lucky to have twenty!

Hazel giggled at him and Nico nodded to confirm yes, he was always like that, and it hadn’t gotten old so far.

 Piper spotted Jason in the front next to Annabeth. Leo was nearby, sitting with a bunch of burly-looking campers under a steel gray banner emblazoned with a hammer. Standing in front of the fire, half a dozen campers with guitars and strange, old-fashioned harps—lyres?—

“Even Piper knows it’s a lyre!” Will groaned, and he was going to let that go since she was new.

To no one’s surprise, he was speaking to Percy, who closed his eyes and began mock snoring at the lecture he felt was coming.

Annabeth sighed in resignation Will was going to break a harp and lyre over Percy’s head one of these days to see if that reinforced the difference.

were jumping around, leading a song about pieces of armor, something about how their grandma got dressed for war. Everybody was singing with them and making gestures for the pieces of armor and joking around. It was quite possibly the weirdest thing Piper had ever seen—one of those campfire songs that would’ve been completely embarrassing in daylight; but in the dark, with everybody participating, it was kind of corny and fun. As the energy level got higher, the flames did too, turning from red to orange to gold. Finally the song ended with a lot of rowdy applause. 

Will looked so smug, like he’d been personally responsible, or at least proud of his siblings managing to do all that. Either way made Nico smile like a fool, Will didn’t brag about much.

A guy on a horse trotted up. At least in the flickering light, Piper thought it was a guy on a horse. Then she realized it was a centaur—his bottom half a white stallion, his top half a middle- aged guy with curly hair and a trimmed beard. He brandished a spear impaled with toasted marshmallows. 

“You know what else you skipped on your tour Will,” Leo realized. “The freaking centaur counselor dude!”

“Fails, both of you get major F’s and need to work on your priorities,” Thalia nodded sagely. Annabeth sighed in resignation it was something to work towards if she cared later while Leo and Thalia laughed together for the first time in just a friendly way.

“What a hell of a way to first see him though,” Percy chuckled. Then, to Leo’s misfortune, he turned his attention on him and said, “hey, ever roasted a marshmallow over yourself? Just use your thumb, like a perfect lighter.”

“No, can’t say I have,” Leo said, with a note of interest in his voice like he’d be trying it soon enough.

“Very nice! And a special welcome to our new arrivals. I am Chiron, camp activities director, and I’m happy you have all arrived here alive and with most of your limbs attached. In a moment, I promise we’ll get to the s’mores, but first—”

“What about capture the flag?” somebody yelled. Grumbling broke out among some kids in armor, sitting under a red banner with the emblem of a boar’s head. “Yes,” the centaur said. “I know the Ares cabin is anxious to return to the woods for our regular games.”

“And kill people!” one of them shouted. 

“However,” Chiron said,

“Clearly a man who commands respect and authority around here,” Leo muttered. The pained look on Jason’s face plainly said he agreed that didn’t feel like the reasonable response to this outburst.

The actual campers just looked at the two of them like they were the ones who were nuts though.

 “until the dragon is brought under control, that won’t be possible. Cabin Nine, anything to report on that?” He turned to Leo’s group. Leo winked at Piper and shot her with a finger gun. The girl next to him stood uncomfortably. She wore an army jacket a lot like Leo’s, with her hair covered in a red bandanna. “We’re working on it.” More grumbling. 

“How, Nyssa?” an Ares kid demanded. 

“Really hard,” the girl said. Nyssa sat down to a lot of yelling and complaining, which caused the fire to sputter chaotically. 

Leo hadn’t divulged his super secret awesome plan to repair Festus to his own cabin mates, so it made sense to him she wasn’t bragging about their traps so far leading to nothing. Still, a large part of him felt bad keeping this a secret from them as he mentally debated which sized bolt to resize one piece. It wouldn’t hurt to have a second pair of eyes who knew what he was imagining except to compliment the shading.

His eyes flickered again to Hazel, who’s staring had lessened some from every other paragraph to once a chapter by now. He couldn’t imagine why she was, she really was pretty, but for now he kept the problem aside to focus on his dragon.

Chiron stamped his hoof against the fire pit stones—bang, bang, bang—and the campers fell silent. “We will have to be patient,” Chiron said. “In the meantime, we have more pressing matters to discuss.”

“Percy?” someone asked.

Percy was clearly touched that his absence was apparently a pressing matter, on a higher level than capture the flag. He’d lost a lot of friends during the Battle of Manhattan and couldn’t quite imagine who besides Annabeth would be hounding Chiron for answers, but it was a nice feeling he wasn’t just forgotten in the stars the moment he was out of sight.

 The fire dimmed even further, but Piper didn’t need the mood flames to sense the crowd’s anxiety. Chiron gestured to Annabeth. She took a deep breath and stood.

 “I didn’t find Percy,” she announced. Her voice caught a little when she said his name.

Percy took her hand tight and threaded their fingers together while she rested her head on his shoulder. She had him back, she didn’t even have to keep reminding herself because he was doing it for her.

This world though, this horrid path Hera had put them on where Percy was lost to her wasn’t giving her a moment of peace as she kept playing different scenarios in her head of what all he could have gone through. Were the Romans torturing him for information? She knew he’d been memory wiped too, had he been put into some juvenile school with Roman kids to make friends with them and been attacked by some monster? The possibilities were endless and each one worse than the last.

 “He wasn’t at the Grand Canyon like I thought. But we’re not giving up. We’ve got teams everywhere. Grover, Tyson, Nico, 

Nico hid a wince quite well as he vividly recalled getting that message, while at Camp Jupiter. He’d still been scouting the place out, waiting to make first contact and working on his cover story and ditched the idea without hesitation when he’d gotten a literal shadow message from Annabeth. Lou Ellen had done some kind of mystic spell to make it find him, which had given him an actual heart attack, but it had also been his inspiration to start looking where he knew Annabeth would least likely want to find him and he might have a moment more with Percy down in the Underworld.

“You know, next time you can just call The Underworld, and they’ll get me a message. Whatever Lou Ellen did  probably shouldn’t be repeated unless she wants to piss off someone she shouldn’t,” Nico told her.

“Chiron doesn't have the number, and we didn’t exactly stop to ask Echidna!” Annabeth huffed.

“It’s super easy, even demigod’s can’t get it wrong,” he assured her. Leo tossed a page at him and he caught it and jotted it down, or they’d all forget this conversation later.*

the Hunters of Artemis —everyone’s out looking. We will find him.

Percy grinned as he remembered the look on the stranger's face as Thalia had tackled him with a hug. It was pretty awesome to realize he might be the first boy the Hunters had ever bothered to look for without finishing the moment with an arrow through his face instead.

He knew he owed all of his friends a debt they thought they were repaying. He wished he knew how.

“Shut up Percy,” Thalia said without looking over at him.

Percy just laughed.

 Chiron’s talking about something different. A new quest.”

“It’s the Great Prophecy, isn’t it?” a girl called out. Everyone turned. The voice had come from a group in back, sitting under a rose-colored banner with a dove emblem. They’d been chatting among themselves and not paying much attention until their leader stood up: Drew. Everyone else looked surprised. Apparently Drew didn’t address the crowd very often. “Drew?” Annabeth said. “What do you mean?”

“Not wanting to admit she’s right is going to hurt you more,” Hazel frowned at Annabeth in surprise.

“I’m more stunned she knows the Great Prophecy,” Annabeth rolled her eyes. It wasn’t written in a beauty magazine, so how she’d even heard of it was stunning.

“Well, come on.” Drew spread her hands like the truth was obvious. “Olympus is closed. Percy’s disappeared. Hera sends you a vision and you come back with three new demigods in one day. I mean, something weird is going on. The Great Prophecy has started, right?” 

Piper whispered to Rachel, “What’s she talking about —the Great Prophecy?” Then she realized everyone else was looking at Rachel, too.

 “Well?” Drew called down. “You’re the oracle. Has it started or not?” Rachel’s eyes looked scary in the firelight. Piper was afraid she might clench up and start channeling a freaky peacock goddess again, 

“A hazard of being her friend I’m willing to accept,” Percy nodded sagely.

“Do you draw the line anywhere?” Jason asked with interest.

Percy thought about it for a moment before shaking his head no. 

This wasn’t really news to anyone but Hazel and Leo he was willing to be friends with anyone though.

but she stepped forward calmly and addressed the camp. 

“Yes,” she said. “The Great Prophecy has begun.” Pandemonium broke out. 

“There’s something even Will can’t heal,” Nico sighed.

“At least not with a rousing singalong,” Will agreed, “probably not even nectar unless it got really out of hand.” Usually it was best to just let Annabeth handle those outbreaks.

Piper caught Jason’s eye. He mouthed, You all right? She nodded and managed a smile, but then looked away. It was too painful seeing him and not being with him. 

Jason looked horrified that was the current conclusion she was at. How were they going to manage this quest together if he didn’t return her feelings? Was she going to decide it was worth betraying them because his crush had been fake?

In the end, she’d still do it for her dad more than anything, but he hoped at least being her friend would help keep her resolved to give them a chance at finding another way.

When the talking finally subsided, Rachel took another step toward the audience, and fifty-plus demigods leaned away from her, as if one skinny redheaded mortal was more intimidating than all of them put together. 

“Piper’s never seen her with a can of paint. She’s only seen Rachel at her second worst, she’ll learn,” Thalia assured.

“For those of you who have not heard it,” Rachel said, “the Great Prophecy was my first prediction. It arrived in August. It goes like this:

Seven half-bloods shall answer the call. To storm or fire the world must fall—”

 Jason shot to his feet. His eyes looked wild, like he’d just been tasered. Even Rachel seemed caught off guard. “J-Jason?” she said. “What’s—” 

“Ut cum spiritu postrema sacramentum dejuremus,” he chanted. “Et hostes ornamenta addent ad ianuam necem.”

“You’re not endearing yourself by showing off with a dead language,” Percy rolled his eyes.

“It’s not a dead language if I speak it,” Jason seemed mildly less perturbed he’d done this the second time. The now redundant answer of not knowing why he knew something was a comfort in itself as he kept chatting with his friends anyways.

“Chiron called you a dead kid, I think it still applies,” Percy said with the kind of ludicrous triumph only he could.

 An uneasy silence settled on the group. Piper could see from their faces that several of them were trying to translate the lines. She could tell it was Latin, but she wasn’t sure why her hopefully future boyfriend was suddenly chanting like a Catholic priest. 

At least the others got a good laugh out of that visual while Jason sighed Piper was not letting this boyfriend thing go. 

“You just … finished the prophecy,” Rachel stammered. “ —An oath to keep with a final breath/And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death. How did you—”

“I know those lines.” Jason winced and put his hands to his temples. “I don’t know how, but I know that prophecy.”

“In Latin, no less,” Drew called out. “Handsome and smart.” There was some giggling from the Aphrodite cabin. God, what a bunch of losers, Piper thought.

“People are losers now for thinking someone’s handsome and smart?” Annabeth heaved a tragic sigh. “Sorry Percy, guess I’ll have to find someone else.”

Percy spluttered a painful noise that never made it past a blush and a grin at her.

 But it didn’t do much to break the tension. The campfire was burning a chaotic, nervous shade of green. Jason sat down, looking embarrassed, but Annabeth put a hand on his shoulder and muttered something reassuring. Piper felt a pang of jealousy. It should have been her next to him, comforting him. 

Percy was whispering something in his girlfriend’s ear and clearly far too distracted to pretend to be indignant at Jason for that. Jason was nothing but grateful Will had the good sense not to linger on that any longer than it took Thalia to snicker at poor Piper’s useless jealousy.

Rachel Dare still looked a little shaken. She glanced back at Chiron for guidance, but the centaur stood grim and silent, as if he were watching a play he couldn’t interrupt—a tragedy that ended with a lot of people dead onstage. 

Will made a nervous laugh and promised, “don’t worry, the actors have only been seriously injured when the Stolls try on the director's hat.”

The joke was for no one’s benefit but his own, but Nico admired the attempt anyways as he shifted his weight around until he was pressed right underneath the window sill Will was in. Chiron’s bleak attitude might not be anything new anymore than Will wanting to hope for the best. It was a hard balance to strike around this place.

“Well,” Rachel said, trying to regain her composure. “So, yeah, that’s the Great Prophecy. We hoped it might not happen for years, but I fear it’s starting now. I can’t give you proof. It’s just a feeling. And like Drew said, some weird stuff is happening. The seven demigods, whoever they are, have not been gathered yet. I get the feeling some are here tonight. Some are not here.”

“Percy,” Nico mock coughed into his fist.

“How could you Nico?” Percy’s betrayed expression was pretty mild, he knew it was the truth.

Unless the world really was ending and Hera had actually kidnapped him for some luxurious vacation…but if that were the case she would have just left him alone!

 The campers began to stir and mutter, looking at each other nervously, until a drowsy voice in the crowd called out, “I’m here! Oh … were you calling roll?”

“Go back to sleep, Clovis,” someone yelled, and a lot of people laughed.

 “Anyway,” Rachel continued, 

“I’m surprised he woke up to make it there!” Leo admitted.

“Probably using marshmallows as a pillow,” Jason shrugged.

Nico was rather interested though at his attendance. Clovis had an annoying habit of dreaming to loud when he was traversing the other realms and definitely knew more than he was letting on, Nico could just rarely get a straight answer out of him before he went back to his dreams. The real surprising part was that he was there in person rather than just a floating spectator only he’d sense.

“we don’t know what the Great Prophecy means. We don’t know what challenge the demigods will face, but since the first Great Prophecy predicted the Titan War, we can guess the second Great Prophecy will predict something at least that bad.”

“At least,” Thalia sighed. Giants. Worse than Titans. She really wished Gaea and Ouranos would have just skipped to the good kids!...though that did bring up the interesting moral philosophy of wondering how much worse the Gods could have been if they hadn’t had their other siblings to upose first.

“Or worse,” Chiron murmured. Maybe he didn’t mean everyone to overhear, but they did. The campfire immediately turned dark purple, the same color as Piper’s dream.

“We’re not worse than Titan’s,” Jason sighed.

Nico’s laugh was too tinged with sadness as he said, “you and Alex would have had a field day with color theory. It’s not that personal.”

Jason nodded as if in deep consideration while Percy grumbled on these guys always looking for some extra layer when they had enough problems.

 “What we do know,” Rachel said, “is that the first phase has begun. A major problem has arisen, and we need a quest to solve it. Hera, the queen of the gods, has been taken.” Shocked silence. Then fifty demigods started talking at once. Chiron pounded his hoof again, but Rachel still had to wait before she could get back their attention. She told them about the incident on the Grand Canyon skywalk—how Gleeson Hedge had sacrificed himself when the storm spirits attacked, and the spirits had warned it was only the beginning. 

Jason shifted his weight around at what a failure all of that really stacked up to make him. In the mess of his emotions realizing this was about the future, he hadn’t even gotten the chance to be excited he might have gotten to be around a satyr like he’d so been wanting.

He’d been ecstatic to meet some of them around camp finally, he’d spent quite a long time chatting with all of them to hear their perspective on all the demigods they’d saved. They’d all been eager enough to talk to him right back, but once they’d caught sight of his tattoo, seemed to sense his otherness, he could feel their shifty unease settling in and he’d excused himself quickly after only moments, which was about the same amount of time when his headache’s would settle back comfortably in place and make it a miserable experience for him as well talking to the half goat people about their world exploits. This had happened on repeat until he finally forced himself to give up a bad job.

He hoped he’d get the chance to meet Hedge again soon. He seemed the only satyr who would tolerate him, and he’d only gotten through a fourth of his questions so far.

They apparently served some great mistress who would destroy all demigods. Then Rachel told them about Piper passing out in Hera’s cabin. Piper tried to keep a calm expression, even when she noticed Drew in the back row, pantomiming a faint, and her friends giggling. 

Annabeth wondered what kind of pantomime she’d do of herself falling face first off the top of those stands. Hopefully several live reenactments.

Finally Rachel told them about Jason’s vision in the living room of the Big House. The message Hera had delivered there was so similar that Piper got a chill. The only difference: Hera had warned Piper not to betray her: Bow to his will, and their king shall rise, dooming us all. Hera knew about the giant’s threat. But if that was true, why hadn’t she warned Jason, and exposed Piper as an enemy agent?

“It is possible she doesn't know about that part specifically,” Percy reminded. “Especially trapped away, there’s a good chance Hera’s just got an idea about the players, not all the strings attached of who will do what.”

Jason nodded in agreement, but a part of him hoped it was because Juno had a good feeling about Piper being on their team. 

“Jason,” Rachel said. “Um … do you remember your last name?” He looked self-conscious, but he shook his head.

Jason tried not to give his sister a sour look for the reminder that would still probably be true if Diana hadn’t manifested. It was still a sore subject though just how long Thalia would have left him in the dark for her own good.

 “We’ll just call you Jason, then,” Rachel said. “It’s clear Hera herself has issued you a quest.” Rachel paused, as if giving Jason a chance to protest his destiny. Everyone’s eyes were on him; there was so much pressure, Piper thought she would’ve buckled in his position. Yet he looked brave and determined. 

He set his jaw and nodded. “I agree.”

This was far from the first quest he’d been in, Jason felt that in his bones, but a large part of him still resented these books for not even giving him hints or flashbacks of what others they could be. 

He didn’t suppose his brain would then anymore than he was now, but it still would have been nice!

It was the execution of this that felt the most off though. Like everything he heard in Percy’s life, and now more than ever with him in the center. An oracle agreeing they should run off and deal with this thing felt, to…gods he just knew this wasn't the right feeling but knew no better how to put it into words. Unprofessional? Felt too harsh.

The crowd of people at least felt right, for once.

“You must save Hera to prevent a great evil,” Rachel continued. “Some sort of king from rising. For reasons we don’t yet understand, it must happen by the winter solstice, only four days from now.”

“That’s the council day of the gods,” Annabeth said. “If the gods don’t already know Hera’s gone, they will definitely notice her absence by then. They’ll probably break out fighting, accusing each other of taking her. That’s what they usually do.”

“The winter solstice,” Chiron spoke up, “is also the time of greatest darkness. The gods gather that day, as mortals always have, because there is strength in numbers. The solstice is a day when evil magic is strong. Ancient magic, older than the gods. It is a day when things … stir.”

“Not more stirring!” Percy groaned. “We just got done reeling from Artemis’s soup pot!”

Annabeth patted him on the shoulder in commiseration, but Jason was studying Percy with sudden interest for his random input. “What if we found you there as well at the end of this quest?”

There was stunned silence.

“Or maybe not him exactly, but my own people? This is a huge deal, I’m positive the Roman’s must have some way of knowing about all this.” Jason said far too casually for this abrupt shift in perspective for the others.

“It… does make sense when you put it like that,” Annabeth agreed. “Yet we didn’t see any Roman soldiers there Jason.”

“There was one guy, I swear it,” Percy briefly described his dream, “and we never found out who those arrows were from. It makes as much sense as anything.”

“I supposed they didn’t think it the right time to make friendly contact,” Thalia frowned, though they couldn’t have asked for better timing considering they’d just proved beyond a doubt they wanted the same goal if nothing else.

“I have a feeling it was something more,” Jason fumbled off with no idea where he was going with it. Just the confidence no Roman soldier would walk into an enemy territory of strangers.

Annabeth’s face filled with renewed vigour at the idea as Will nodded hopefully and kept going. They’d clearly taken the long way around to get to the same goal, but hopefully this insane swap would be over soon and they could all band together to figure out this threat with Jason’s people as allies.

 The way he said it, stirring sounded absolutely sinister —like it should be a first-degree felony, not something you did to cookie dough.

“Chiron has that effect in his back satchel whenever he needs it,” Nico told his sister conversationally.

She grinned and said, “how many words have you tested that theory on.”

“Not enough,” Nico sighed, “but statue’s, balloons, forest’s, paintball, and capture the flag are among them.”

 “Okay,” Annabeth said, glaring at the centaur. “Thank you, Captain Sunshine. 

That got a good hard laugh out of everyone, particularly Percy who had a pretty good idea of how frustrated she’d be at this time to be dolling such sass out to him.

Whatever’s going on, I agree with Rachel. Jason has been chosen to lead this quest, so—”

“Why hasn’t he been claimed?” somebody yelled from the Ares cabin. “If he’s so important—”

“He has been claimed,” Chiron announced. “Long ago. Jason, give them a demonstration.” At first, Jason didn’t seem to understand. He stepped forward nervously, but Piper couldn’t help thinking how amazing he looked with his blond hair glowing in the firelight, his regal features like a Roman statue’s.

“I’ve found yet another reason to hate these books,” Jason groaned. Piper constantly doing that was never not going to be uncomfortable.

“You are six books late on that update,” Percy snorted.

 He glanced at Piper, and she nodded encouragingly. She mimicked flipping a coin. Jason reached into his pocket. His coin flashed in the air, and when he caught it in his hand, he was holding a lance—a rod of gold about seven feet long, with a spear tip at one end. The other demigods gasped. Rachel and Annabeth stepped back to avoid the point, which looked sharp as an ice pick.

“Wasn’t that …” Annabeth hesitated. “I thought you had a sword.”

“Um, it came up tails, I think,” Jason said. “Same coin, long-range weapon form.”

“Dude, I want one!” yelled somebody from Ares cabin. “Better than Clarisse’s electric spear, Lamer!” one of his brothers agreed. 

“Electric,” Jason murmured, like that was a good idea. “Back away.” 

“Hey, Jace,” Thalia said in a sugar sweet voice of mockery only a sibling could. “Remember honey, you’re not supposed to kill people.”

“You’re no fun, why can’t I blow up people too,” Jason rolled his eyes, gesturing at Percy.

“Leave it to the professionals,” Percy smirked. 

“His dad’s a professional god of theatrics according to your dad, let him stretch his wings,” Nico clearly seemed to think he was helping despite Thalia and Percy’s look saying otherwise.

Annabeth and Rachel got the message. Jason raised his javelin, and thunder broke open the sky. Every hair on Piper’s arms stood straight up. Lightning arced down through the golden spear point and hit the campfire with the force of an artillery shell. When the smoke cleared, and the ringing in Piper’s ears subsided, the entire camp sat frozen in shock, half blind, covered in ashes, staring at the place where the fire had been. Cinders rained down everywhere. A burning log had impaled itself a few inches from the sleeping kid Clovis, who hadn’t even stirred. Jason lowered his lance. “Um … sorry.” 

“You should be, that fire was a gift from when the camp was first blessed,” Annabeth sighed. Someone would be on sweeping duty for a week after that stunt, and her cabin was starting to get a lot of the worst chores due to their head counselor being rather MIA lately. She’d have to find a way to make it up to Malcolm later for picking up her slack.

Chiron brushed some burning coals out of his beard. He grimaced as if his worst fears had been confirmed. “A little overkill, perhaps, but you’ve made your point. And I believe we know who your father is.” 

“Jupiter,” Jason said. “I mean Zeus. Lord of the Sky.” 

“Can you imagine how dramatic that would have been if Thalia hadn’t spilled her beans?” Percy chuckled, though Hazel still looked plenty startled. Leo had been electrocuted one to many times from failed projects to think it too cool the guy next to him could casually do that now.

“Guess I never took that joke to heart about my dramatic hiding,” Thalia said with a sad smile. Alex had been the one to make that joke.

Piper couldn’t help smiling. It made perfect sense. The most powerful god, the father of all the greatest heroes in the ancient myths—no one else could possibly be Jason’s dad. 

“I can think of a few other options,” Will chuckled. “Hephaestus and Hermes are usually good catch alls for their many destructive qualities.”

“We’ve conditioned ourselves not to consider the Big Three as potential parents for far too long,” Annabeth said as if this were a personal oversight she’d have to make another chart over. “No, even if another god just happened to bless Jason with lighting, Zeus’s signature ability, at that exact moment, we’d be fools to try and overlook this.”

“Hopefully with good reasons that stay,” Percy said cautiously. He had no idea if the ‘ban’ had been lifted on the Big Three having more kids now that the last prophecy was over, but he’d never wish his life on some helpless other kid. Jason clearly wasn’t taking to it any better. 

Apparently, the rest of the camp wasn’t so sure. Everything broke into chaos, with dozens of people asking questions until Annabeth raised her arms. 

“Hold it!” she said. “How can he be the son of Zeus? The Big Three … their pact not to have mortal kids … how could we not have known about him sooner?” 

Chiron didn’t answer, but Piper got the feeling he knew. And the truth was not good. 

“Hang on,” Percy suddenly looked like someone had slammed that bolt of lighting in his face. “When’s your birthday!?”

He, as usual, shrugged, but gave a hopeful look to Thalia.

“July 1st,” the pained look on her face made sense to no one but Annabeth and Will.

“Hera’s sacred day, really,” Will groaned.

“‘94,” Thalia clarified to Percy’s growing horror.

“Oh!” He burst out in relief. “You’re a year younger than me,” then he was clearly confused at his own relief. That prophecy had dogged enough of his life without tormenting himself over another technicality of Jason’s role.

“Technically,” Thalia snorted. “I still want to call some bull on that, considering your frequency of being messed with time in almost all of your quests.”

Percy sat there stumped for several moments as he realized Jason was the only one to have been saved from this, presumably, among them.

“The important thing,” Rachel said,

“We were having an important conversation?” Leo asked blankly. It was hard to tell sometimes as often as these guys derailed every five seconds.

“Will’s not reading that thing to us for our entertainment,” Jason shrugged.

 “is that Jason’s here now. He has a quest to fulfill, which means he will need his own prophecy.” She closed her eyes and swooned. Two campers rushed forward and caught her. A third ran to the side of the amphitheater and grabbed a bronze three-legged stool, like they’d been trained for this duty. 

“They do, yes,” Will agreed. “We had to use the straw dummies for the first few test runs until they stopped dropping Straw-Rachel.”

“Is that like, an honor or a punishment?” Leo asked.

“Um, honor,” Will said in concern why he’d ask.

They eased Rachel onto the stool in front of the ruined hearth. Without the fire, the night was dark, but green mist started swirling around Rachel’s feet. When she opened her eyes, they were glowing. Emerald smoke issued from her mouth. The voice that came out was raspy and ancient—the sound a snake would make if it could talk: 

Will could not have sounded anymore distressed at that description if he tried. There was a reason the three kids who took care of Rachel were never Apollo’s children. Nobody would be convinced they wouldn’t drop Rachel on her head on purpose.

“Child of lightning, beware the earth, the giants’ revenge the seven shall birth

The forge and dove shall break the cage, and death unleash through Hera’s rage.” 

Annabeth’s face twisted with such outrage, the others were more surprised not to see fire, lightning, and steam pouring out of her pores all at once.

She’d replayed Magnus’s death over and over in her head trying to understand what she could have done better, only to realize now there was nothing. Someone was going to die releasing that- that-

She was already curling into Percy’s chest before she even could have thought to want it. Her frustration and rage had boiled into hateful tears she didn't know what to do with. The shaking didn’t feel like a fair answer.

Will clearly didn’t want to keep reading, he opened his mouth and obviously just wanted to say something, but Percy shook his head and waved him on. She wouldn’t stop beating herself up over this any time soon.

On the last word, Rachel collapsed, but her helpers were waiting to catch her. They carried her away from the hearth and laid her in the corner to rest.

“The oracle doesn't give a vision of who’s telling the prophecy anymore?” Thalia asked in surprise, the only kindly distraction she could offer. A part of her mind had expected the image of Hera to over take Rachel again or something in the green fog.

Will nodded with a baffled expression. “If I ever meet my dad, I might waste a question asking him why the change.”

 “Is that normal?” Piper asked.

“Considering they probably aren’t even the only two people to pass out that day, I’d say yes,” Will shrugged.

“Three, though Jason’s sleep was voluntary, if unprompted,” Nico reminded.

“I hate this game,” Percy groaned while Jason actually laughed for his stupid joke.

 Then she realized she’d spoken into the silence, and everyone was looking at her. “I mean… does she spew green smoke a lot?”

“Better than inhaling it,” Leo offered.

“Blech, can you imagine,” Hazel gagged, her face going a little green at the idea, which was kind of funny to Nico considering inhaling smoke was so common back in her time.

 “Gods, you’re dense!” Drew sneered. “She just issued a prophecy—Jason’s prophecy to save Hera! Why don’t you just—” 

“Drew,” Annabeth snapped. “Piper asked a fair question.

“Even if she didn’t realize she did it,” Jason nodded his head in thanks to Annabeth for sticking up for her. He wished he could, but he had no clue how. This Oracle business was still just as bizarre to him as it had been in the beginning.

 Something about that prophecy definitely isn’t normal. If breaking Hera’s cage unleashes her rage and causes a bunch of death … why would we free her? It might be a trap, or—or maybe Hera will turn on her rescuers. She’s never been kind to heroes.”

Annabeth kept her grip tight around Percy to remind herself not to run across the room and tear that book to shreds. If there was ever a way she could shove Hera into the smallest cage possible that still shrunk forever she would.

But mostly, she was mad at herself. She’d barely gotten to know her cousin for a few days before this happened. It truly did feel like she was cursed. Gods, if anything happened to Percy in these books, she’d know she was cursed…

 Jason rose. “I don’t have much choice. Hera took my memory. I need it back. Besides, we can’t just not help the queen of the heavens if she’s in trouble.”

“Sure we can, it’s quite easy. I’m an expert on not helping people,” Thalia scowled.

“No, you aren’t,” Percy rolled his eyes.

“Shush you, I’m mocking the other idiot right now,” Thalia scowled while Jason chuckled.

 A girl from Hephaestus cabin stood up—Nyssa, the one with the red bandanna. “Maybe. But you should listen to Annabeth. Hera can be vengeful. She threw her own son—our dad—down a mountain just because he was ugly.” 

“Real ugly,” snickered someone from Aphrodite. 

“Can we just lock them all up inside their vanity closets and be done with them! They never have anything useful to say!” Annabeth snapped.

“Um, no,” Percy was the only one brave enough to remind her.

Will read hastily on before those stormy gray eyes began formulating unbreakable locks anyways.

“Shut up!” Nyssa growled. “Anyway, we’ve also got to think —why beware the earth? And what’s the giants’ revenge? What are we dealing with here that’s powerful enough to kidnap the queen of the heavens?” 

“And those are what we call, excellent questions,” Leo sighed, imagining Piper here to shove him and knock his wheel out of alignment as he dug a ruler out of one of his pockets. It was bewaring the earth part that intrigued him as he shuffled back a few pages on his doodles to where he’d been redesigning the wing joints now. If he placed the pin there, it would give Festus more mobility, but would limit him in the future from making any other repairs…

“Piper’s growing more invaluable to this quest by the moment,” Jason agreed, resisting the urge to go over and see what Leo was doing with great restraint. His chaotic energy was barely being held together and it was so fascinating to watch.

No one answered, but Piper noticed Annabeth and Chiron having a silent exchange. Piper thought it went something like: Annabeth: The giants’ revenge … no, it can’t be. Chiron: Don’t speak of it here. Don’t scare them. Annabeth: You’re kidding me! We can’t be that unlucky. Chiron: Later, child. If you told them everything, they would be too terrified to proceed. 

“Yeah, I believe she covered that pretty well,” Percy rolled his eyes. “How is she better at that than me?!”

“We could barely get you to read a book made by gods for dyslexics about you, no one is surprised,” Thalia smirked.

Piper knew it was crazy to think she could read their expressions so well—two people she barely knew. But she was absolutely positive she understood them, and it scared the jujubes out of her. 

“What are jujubes?” Hazel asked blankly.

“Something that shouldn’t be scared out of her I guess,” Nico said, just as confused, wondering if it was a Native American thing, or just one of those Popular Buzz Words he barely wrapped his head around when reading those articles.

Annabeth took a deep breath. “It’s Jason’s quest,” she announced, “so it’s Jason’s choice. Obviously, he’s the child of lightning. According to tradition, he may choose any two companions.” 

“Or you could pull an Annabeth, break the rules, and invite half of camp,” Percy smirked.

Annabeth sat up from his arms to elbow him, still whipping shaking fingers across her eyes and clearing her throat.

Jason kept the thought to himself that Annabeth was pretty much the only one besides Percy he’d want along on this. Thalia wasn’t there, and the rest of the campers….well they’d never really inspired much confidence in him. Even Will straddled that line between goofy optimism and knowledgeable back up at best. The prime hope going forward was running into Nico along the way, and that seemed like a long shot with him.

Leo and Piper, they were just too inexperienced, he was honestly a little terrified they’d be a liability from their ignorance more than anything.

But he wasn’t fool enough to try and think to argue with the prophecy. The forge and the dove, the symbolicness couldn’t be argued with…even if they’d managed to circumvent it once before, he couldn’t imagine how many more interpretations there could be. 

Someone from the Hermes cabin yelled, “Well, you, obviously, Annabeth. You’ve got the most experience.”

 “No, Travis,” Annabeth said. “First off, every time I’ve tried, she’s deceived me, or it’s come back to bite me later. Forget it. No way.

Annabeth clutched the beads of her necklace tight enough the cord was straining as it dug into the flesh, the pain grounding. She was in danger of breaking it. She’d do anything to save her home, except this. Never again.

 Secondly, I’m leaving first thing in the morning to find Percy.”

 “It’s connected,” Piper blurted out, not sure how she got the courage. “You know that’s true, don’t you? This whole business, your boyfriend’s disappearance—it’s all connected.” 

“How?” demanded Drew. “If you’re so smart, how?”

“By counting one plus one,” Thalia snapped. “The gods don’t pull stunts like this for their own amusement, despite our jokes!” She was just trying to undermine Piper, which was the root of Thalia’s anger. Even Drew wasn’t stupidly vapid enough to be claiming otherwise, she was just making a show of it, as usual.

 Piper tried to form an answer, but she couldn’t. Annabeth saved her. 

“She’s very good at that,” Percy agreed. Annabeth smiled at his certainty of her as much as he ever had in his goofy jokes. It was the same casual confidence he had in how he saw the world that never failed to lighten her.

“You may be right, Piper. If this is connected, I’ll find out from the other end—by searching for Percy. As I said, I’m not about to rush off to rescue Hera, even if her disappearance sets the rest of the Olympians fighting again. But there’s another reason I can’t go. The prophecy says otherwise.”

Her joy quickly slipped away though as pain welled up her throat like a damn about to burst again. She’d been a fool trying to cobble together this answer.

“Do you realize how lucky you got having all that spelled out,” Nico at least told Jason casually. “Don’t try to walk there, take these two kids to help! The Oracle must have really liked you.”

Jason nodded as he considered the other prophecies he’d heard. Most of them were lucky to have one factoid in detail about the center of the prophecy if they were fortunate with everything else being clear in hindsight.

This didn’t shake his continued uneasiness he’d been given a prophecy though. It just didn’t feel natural, could he be allergic to people who used to house mummy souls? His skin itched more every time he thought of that green mist. A bizarre image flashed to mind of Rachel strangling a teddy bear, and he tapped his temple like he hoped he was getting bad reception.

 “It says who I pick,” Jason agreed. “The forge and dove shall break the cage. The forge is the symbol of Vul —Hephaestus.”

 Under the Cabin Nine banner, Nyssa’s shoulders slumped, like she’d just been given a heavy anvil to carry. 

“That would be easier on her,” Leo smiled sadly for his recent sister. Nyssa was steady and strong, a good heart, but there was no adventure in her. She didn’t trust herself enough to be doing this. Leo hoped he’d pull his socket wrench out of his ear and pay attention soon to volunteer before Nyssa did something she’d regret.

“If you have to beware the earth,” she said, “you should avoid traveling overland. You’ll need air transport.”

 Piper was about to call out that Jason could fly. But then she thought better of it. That was for Jason to tell them, and he wasn’t volunteering the information. Maybe he figured he’d freaked them out enough for one night. 

“Honestly, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t carry two people that far anyways,” Jason shook his head as to why he wouldn’t volunteer this information now. 

At the point in time of all this though, well, his sense of not belonging would still most likely be overruling him. He wouldn't proclaim everything he was capable of to these strangers.

“The flying chariot’s broken,” Nyssa continued, “and the pegasi, we’re using them to search for Percy. But maybe Hephaestus cabin can help figure out something else to help. With Jake incapacitated, I’m senior camper. I can volunteer for the quest.” 

She didn’t sound enthusiastic. Then Leo stood up. He’d been so quiet, Piper had almost forgotten he was there, which was totally not like Leo.

“I can be quiet!” Leo yelped loud enough half the camp probably heard.

“You can’t make it through half a page of those drawings without muttering something in spanish that I feel shouldn’t be translated,” Jason snorted. He could probably repeat the words, ‘tú estúpido’ perfectly now if he ever wanted to. It was strangely familiar to him hearing it too…the longer he thought about it the more he was sure he had to have a friend who did this in the past. Perhaps that explained why he enjoyed Leo’s company so much.

Leo hadn’t even realized he’d been doing that, but he just got a lot of understanding smiles for it rather than an actual complaint. Well, if nobody had told him to shut up yet, he’d consider it a nonissue going forward.

 “It’s me,” he said. His cabinmates stirred. Several tried to pull him back to his seat, but Leo resisted. 

Percy snickered at the idea of this poor guy getting his pants ripped off by Harley and still proclaiming his want to go on this quest. It would be memorable at least.

“No, it’s me. I know it is. I’ve got an idea for the transportation problem. Let me try. I can fix this!” 

Jason studied him for a moment. Piper was sure he was going to tell Leo no. 

Leo’s confidence took a blow that would take a lot of buffering to come out as he heard that. Why would Piper assume Jason would say no? He was no more incompetent than her having just arrived!

“Strategically, Nyssa would have been the better option,” Jason was already shaking his head at what he presumed Piper had meant by it. “Experience is usually a better qualifier, but in a case such as this, I am positive my instinct to trust the two of you will win out.”

Leo smiled at him in surprise. He’d been so sure Jason would be just as quick to dismiss him now too, having his girlfriend’s opinion to nudge him into admitting it. Jason had already been off on quite a few wild adventures with these guys while he'd been whisked away from the Wilderness School without so much as a wave goodbye.

He didn’t care if it was the fact he’d already proved himself by managing to catch up with Festus or just Jason’s instinct, but he’d take either as he flashed him a grin that lit one of his ears on fire he didn’t notice until a pink scarf above his head began smoking and he had to quickly smack it out.

Then he smiled. “We started this together, Leo. Seems only right you come along. You find us a ride, you’re in.” 

“Exactly how many rubber bands and pipe cleaners would you need to get a helicopter up and running by morning?” Annabeth asked with interest.

“If you think about it, technically an airplane can only fly when there’s human blood inside of it long term,” Percy said out of the blue, hopefully not thinking of a blood hose attachment.

“Um, remote controlled!” Leo rolled his eyes.

“Dragon, Annabeth,” Thalia reminded her in exhaustion while Leo and Percy fell off talking about something only the two of them seemed able to follow.

“I know that’s what he’s going to use, I’m just saying it was set up and cool!” Annabeth huffed.

“Someone put an end to these two,” Nico sighed with a significant look at the girl who had started this. Jason would admit he was a little disappointed, he’d been following reasonably well and enjoying their crazy new invention.

Annabeth didn’t seem pleased as she nodded at Will to cut off the two bickering about the possibility of hemoglobin powered batteries, though in the back of her mind she was wondering on the merit of creating them in hopes of distracting monsters in the future at minimum. They might make better snacks than demigods…

“Yes!” Leo pumped his fist. 

“It’ll be dangerous,” Nyssa warned him. “Hardship, monsters, terrible suffering. Possibly none of you will come back alive.” 

“Oh, I see why she didn’t make it into your cabin,” Nico said looking up at Will.

“There’s not exactly a pass or fail personality test!” Will rolled his eyes, though it did happen more often than not the siblings in a cabin did get along from shared personalities from their godly parent. Hephaestus’s kids were usually pretty cynical and kept to themselves enveloped in their projects, fights only broke out when the good hammer went missing as far as he knew. Leo seemed an exception really.

“Oh.” Suddenly Leo didn’t look so excited. Then he remembered everyone was watching. “I mean … Oh, cool! Suffering? I love suffering! Let’s do this.”

“You certainly are a special boy Leo,” Jason couldn't help but chuckle at his false enthusiasm sounding on par with the real one of moments ago.

“I know,” Leo’s smile was all cheese and thin layers of concete as he brushed theatrically at his hair. It was an act he was used to putting on that nobody was going to force him to strip away if he didn’t want to admit that he didn’t love suffering at any rate.

 Annabeth nodded. “Then, Jason, you only need to choose the third quest member. The dove—”

“Oh, absolutely!” Drew was on her feet and flashing Jason a smile. 

“Absolutely not!” Thalia looked ill. “She’ll get you killed while stopping to stare in every reflection!”

“Knock if off Thalia,” Will sighed. “It’s not funny anymore, a child of Aphrodite is just as valid a companion-”

“I agree in principle, but it’s an interesting conundrum,” Annabeth was suddenly frowning at the book intently. “The dove is symbolic of peace, and yes Aphrodite, but there’s no way Piper would be included in this book if she wasn’t meant to go.”

“She could always stow away like I did,” Percy reminded.

“We try not to use you as an example for these instances,” she patted his hand absently.

Will decided to keep reading for whatever conclusion this came to mostly before Thalia could start stockpiling past insults and get to the long winded jokes.

“The dove is Aphrodite. Everybody knows that. I am totally yours.” 

Piper’s hands clenched. She stepped forward. “No.”

 Drew rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, Dumpster girl. Back off.” 

“I had the vision of Hera; not you. I have to do this.”

“Anyone can have a vision,” Drew said. “You were just at the right place at the right time.”

“That’s… usually how this works actually,” Nico said with interest. Most stories did center around heroes who were born to greatness, or just happened to be in the right place at the right time. 

He didn’t really think that’s what this was, if Drew had unstuck her lips from a mirror long enough to make her way to Hera’s cabin, he just didn’t think Rachel would have spewed that message to her. Rachel would have followed her gut to find wherever Piper was to get the right connection.

He couldn’t blame Drew wanting to be a hero in this story, he just didn’t think this was going to be her moment no matter how bad she wanted to butt in. He could understand that.

 She turned to Jason. “Look, fighting is all fine, I suppose. And people who build things …” She looked at Leo in disdain. “Well, I suppose someone has to get their hands dirty. But you need charm on your side. I can be very persuasive. I could help a lot.” 

“Help them to an early grave, the most work she’s ever done,” Thaila still said sourly. Will was now seriously debating who he’d have to get involved to get Drew into protective custody if this kept on.

The campers started murmuring about how Drew was pretty persuasive. Piper could see Drew winning them over. Even Chiron was scratching his beard, like Drew’s participation suddenly made sense to him. “Well …” Annabeth said. “Given the wording of the prophecy—”

“No!” Piper’s own voice sounded strange in her ears —more insistent, richer in tone.

“Oooh, charmspeak battle?” Thalia said with interest, now more confident than ever Piper was arguing with her sister. 

“This can’t end well,” Will groaned at the idea of the two soon clawing each other's eyes out no matter who blessed Piper with this ability.

 “I’m supposed to go.” Then the weirdest thing happened. Everyone started nodding, muttering that hmm, Piper’s point of view made sense too. Drew looked around, incredulous. Even some of her own campers were nodding.

 “Get over it!” Drew snapped at the crowd. “What can Piper do?” Piper tried to respond, but her confidence started to wane. What could she offer? She wasn’t a fighter, or a planner, or a fixer. She had no skills except getting into trouble and occasionally convincing people to do stupid things. Plus, she was a liar. She needed to go on this quest for reasons that went way beyond Jason—and if she did go, she’d end up betraying everyone there. She heard that voice from the dream: Do our bidding, and you may walk away alive. How could she make a choice like that—between helping her father and helping Jason?

“Well,” Drew said smugly, “I guess that settles it.”

“Ugh,” Thalia looked very close to smothering Drew in her sleep, or possibly Will since he was the one to have read that. 

“Hey Thals, remember that little promise about not being an executioner?” Jason finally stepped in.

“Yeah, yeah,” was all she managed. Percy leaned over and whispered something to her. They were pretty sure the words ‘not get caught’ were mixed in there.

The others really didn’t want to know what that rotten girl was in for the more Thalia’s face split into a grin.

 Suddenly there was a collective gasp. Everyone stared at Piper like she’d just exploded. She wondered what she’d done wrong. Then she realized there was a reddish glow around her. “What?” she demanded. She looked above her, but there was no burning symbol like the one that appeared over Leo. 

“Huh?” Will muttered in concern, clearly getting a medical kit ready in his head for this poor girl spontaneously growing a sunspot apparently. Nobody would really put it past him anyways if he tried.

Then she looked down and yelped. Her clothes … what in the world was she wearing? She despised dresses. She didn’t own a dress. But now she was adorned in a beautiful white sleeveless gown that went down to her ankles, with a V-neck so low it was totally embarrassing. Delicate gold armbands circled her biceps. An intricate necklace of amber, coral, and gold flowers glittered on her chest, and her hair …

“Oh, no,” Annabeth said in horror for the poor girl.

“Oh, god,” she said. “What’s happened?” A stunned Annabeth pointed at Piper’s dagger, which was now oiled and gleaming, hanging at her side on a golden cord. Piper didn’t want to draw it. She was afraid of what she would see. But her curiosity won out. She unsheathed Katoptris and stared at her reflection in the polished metal blade. Her hair was perfect: lush and long and chocolate brown, braided with gold ribbons down one side so it fell across her shoulder. She even wore makeup, better than Piper would ever know how to do herself—subtle touches that made her lips cherry red and brought out all the different colors in her eyes. She was...she was... 

“She, she’s been-” Thalia had rarely heard such a tragedy befall a girl.

“Beautiful,” Jason exclaimed. “Piper, you … you’re a knockout.” 

Percy fell out of his seat laughing, and Leo wasn’t fairing much better as he curled onto his side.

Poor Jason was left to sigh and make empty threats at the two which did nothing to stop them laughing at him, or hide his blush. Yeah, he’d thought she was pretty before, this wasn’t news!

Under different circumstances, that would’ve been the happiest moment of her life. But now everyone was staring at her like she was a freak. Drew’s face was full of horror and revulsion. “No!” she cried. “Not possible!”

“This isn’t me,” Piper protested. “I—don’t understand.” Chiron the centaur folded his front legs and bowed to her, and all the campers followed his example.

 “Hail, Piper McLean,” Chiron announced gravely, as if he were speaking at her funeral. 

Annabeth was growing a tad concerned at how constantly stressed Chiron was over all of this. She understood why, of course, it was just one dire warning after another lately, but this entire failing of confidence in them was starting to hurt her pride, something that was never easy to do. If Chiron was doubting she could do this, how long would it take before Percy did too? Before her mom?

A blessing used to be counted as a point of pride, that someone at Camp had done something to earn their parents approval and was such a rare commodity it was hailed as a celebration. Now, Chiron only saw it as an act of more trouble down the road.

“Daughter of Aphrodite, lady of the doves, goddess of love.”

“This is delicious,” Thalia was still shaking her head for the poor girl being strapped into this, but it was the best kind of cosmic joke to hear anyways. “Drew’s going to eat her heart out and we all get to listen to her fail!”

“Poor Piper, I’d feel so violated and embarrassed if my mom pulled a stunt like that,” Annabeth sighed, running a hand through her messy, tangled hair.

“Nobody bowed when I got claimed,” Leo frowned. It would have felt amazing to see a group of strangers kneeling and offering him bowls of fruit after a flying horse dumped him in that field.

“You weren’t dramatic enough about it,” Percy’s annoyed eye roll explained all that was needed about how his had gone similar to Piper’s. “I’m sure if you’d tried to exclaim something about your dad not being that destructive, Heapthustus would have done it then and maybe after the fire was put out Chiron would have offered you one.”

Maybe having people bow to him wasn’t something Percy strived for, but Leo just took comfort in the fact nobody had bowed to Jason either. Piper could keep her special dress to herself he supposed.

Though he was left wondering if the god of the sea had put Percy in a dress when he was claimed with a bow by the campers. Was that what it took?

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*If I knew how to make a gag hotline you bet your butt I would; 999-666-1234. 

The recording line is, "If you have witnessed a ghoul, ghost, or lost soul in your area, please dial one..." The extension’s are listed and go on forever designed to bore you to death and be as unhelpful as possible before connecting you to an endless waiting list. Please do tell me who you imagine reading this message, because the possibilities are endless. - Thank you once again SpringScrollFairy

[berriblossom]

KUKI MY LAD!!!

ITS ME AGAIN! (v)

( Barely proof red im half awake ^^" )

I've been seeing some very good responces to the other ask i had done, and i've just had so many ideas! But i really didnt want to stress you out, do im leaving you with this mini ask ( please dont push yourself to start it, i dont want this to become a chore instead of a little side hobby)

This is another papa zhongli ask, with the beast swan little baby reader (i love them so much platonically ♡♡♡)

Are you able to do a uncle put down for me? (Its like putting a kid to bed) with xiao ? Or... mayhaps a auntie put down with like.. ninnguane or something!! (Idk how to spell her name off the top of my head, i also just see her as the rich aunt typa person)

Once again, please take your time and make sure to have fun! (Btw if its alright with you, i might start leaving little incouragemental askes every once in a while ^^)

Im so eepy TT

GOODNIGHT FRIEND !! (ITS 5 AM HELP ME !! )

- (v)

Ahh, more ask! Im totally fine with all the encouragements! These ask make my day! Headcanon time!

When evening comes, who will tuck you in and kiss you goodnight?

Featuring: Childe, Beidou, Ganyu, Ningguang, Shenhe, Xiao, and Papa Zhongli.

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Say what you will about the Fatui harbinger. He may have tried to bring the fall of Liyue, destroy its economy, and somewhat helped in the brutal slaying of its archon before the people's own eyes.

Childe [Uncle TarTag]

But he will be the best uncle no matter what. No matter what.

So when it is time for you to go to bed, he will sometimes procrastinate when you plead with him. "One more game, Uncle Tartag! One more movie, Uncle Tartag! One more!" You bet any money he will watch your favorite movie or read your favorite stories with you before putting you down for a nap or for bedtime.

When he is tucking you in, he is a little rough, to say the least. When you're tucked in. You are tucked in. Like you can't move too much, his strength gets the better of him.

Your bedtime story will have some sort of fighting or violence, which Zhongli has lectured him about. You might be an illuminated beast, but you are still a child. He even got in trouble for telling you to say, "The Tsarita is better than Morax" in a story he told you, and Zhongli wanted to murder him.

Rating: 7/10, he is trying but needs some work in the story department.

You will never be sleeping on her ship. Nit at night, at least. Zhongli has a fear thar if you sleep on her ship, you'll be in another nation by dawn. So yeah, no sleeping on Aunty Beidou's ship. But you can take naps!

Beidou [Captain Aunty Beidou]

Beidou will tell you her stories at sea, how she defeated Haishan, and the stories of her crew. She will never sing any sea shanty's...for reasons. But she'll let Kazuha tell you haikuu's. You can run around the ship until. You're tired out and come lay on her lap for a little nap.

The ship and crew will try to be quiet under Beidou's watch and orders for your nap. She'll let you use her coat as a blankie and kiss your forehead to let you have a few minutes of nap time.

Rating: 7.5 out of 10, only because you can't spend the night but she is good!

Ganyu [Big sister Ganyu]

Now, Ganyu is the queen of naptime with you. Putting you to bed, a little different.

When she puts you down for sleep, she slowly falls asleep, too. She makes your bed extra confy when you're at Jueyun Karst, too comfy. When its bed time, shell read you a bedtime story about Rex Lapis, the Adepti like Aunty Cloudy [cloud retainer].

But slowly and quickly, she will fall asleep with you. She has a small Qilin night light for you, similar to her Cryo globe she makes. She'll have some cool warer near your little setup and some snacks.

By the time she is done reading, she'll be laying beside you, drifting off into sleep with you. She'll let you cuddle her and hold her is you get scared like a good big sister.

Rating: 8/10, she is just a little sleepy, but you're not complaining.

Ningguang [Aunty Ning-Ning]

The times Ganyu has accidently had late nights with you, Ningguang is more than honored to let you hang out with her. Your day is filled with shopping, museums, arts trips, and all the natural beauty of Liyue presented to you on a platter. All for her little swan. Zhongli was fine for you to stay in the Jade Chamber as long as you are respectful and polite.

Ningguang would set you up in a room not far from her desk area or place you on a couch near her office area. She'll get you blankets of the finest cotton, silk, or any fabric. She'll give you some nice cushions for comfort and a nice cup of tea to help you settle down for naps.

She will kiss your head, give you some delicate cuddles, and place you down on her lap if you asked her politely.

If she is in a meeting? Oh, put it on hold real quick, her little swan needs their nightly cuddles and she needs to get it done. Want some tea before bed? Oh, she has it done and will have you in some beautiful silk pajamas while she is at it.

Want to sleep in her expensive bed with her and your plushie, oh she will make some room and let your plushie have its own pillow too.

Ningguang can be really serious at times but if you need her to tuck you in before bed and ask her to tell a story, she will buy the best children's literature book ever written just to read it to you and kiss you goodnight. Yes, she will.

Rating: 7.5/10, your rich Aunty has you covered.

Shenhe [Big sister Shenhe]

She would be lost at first, she knows you aren't human so why sleep like one? But once Ganyu and Cloud Retainer gets it through to her that you are raised in the human world despite being an Adeptus, you act the way you do. Similar to your sleep.

So in some ways, your situation is the opposite but similar to hers.

In comes protective Shenhe mode.

Whatever you want for your nightly routine, she is going to find it, get it, or make Ganyu buy it. She'll learn from Zhongli and Cloud Retainer how to brew and make tea, just for you.

If you ever call her "big sister Shenhe" in your sleep, her yearning to keep you safe even in your dreams grows. Do you want her to kiss your duckie goodnight? She will and tuck it in too beside you. Similarly, with Childe, she can be a little harsh on tucking you in, but over time she learns how to reel it back in.

Do you like her cryo spirits that swirl around you? She'll use them to keep your room cool at night during warm nights.

Want her to tell you stories? She will spend time with the traveler just to come back and tell you about it.

Rating: 8/10, she's a little confused but goodness she has the spirit.

Need him to hold your hand when you get scared of the dark? He will ask Verr Godlet to borrow a night light for you. Or better yet, he will find or make one. He will also still hold your hand.

Xiao [Big Brother Xiao]

Now, this big brother, the conquerer of demons, is the only surviving Yakasha.

He will spoon-feed you almond tofu if you need it before bed. Hell, he will learn the recipe and make it for you. Want to sit on the terrace of the Wangshuu Inn and say hello to the moon? He will have you in his lap while you do it.

Need a little cool air because the room is stuffy or warm? he'll use his anemo vision to bring in a gentle breeze. He will have everything you like and don't like down on a list.

Too much noise? He will find the source and silence it.

Want a bath before bedtime? He will test the temperature himself, and make sure to get your rubber duckies in too.

Need some tea? What's the brew? What type? Hell, where is the leaf so he can pick it himself and make it?

Xiao would sleep beside you too even if he is tense and still as stone. But he will mellow out once hearing you have your big brother here to protect you. Yeah, he will be there to protect you.

Rating: 8.5/10, he will do it only for you. Only for his little sibling.

Zhongli is the standard setter of what bedtime should be like.

Zhongli [He needs no introduction]

Zhongli will not only have your bath ready for when bedtime comes, but also your favorite night-time tea is on the stove ready too. He will pull out your little dragon onesie, with the horns on the hood too. And a little tail, and will put your little yellow socks on too.

You can run around while he folds up your towel and clothes for the next day saying you're a dragon and he will play along, even teaching you about how real dragons act and fly. Zhongli will give you the tea in your special teacup with two pinches of sugar just for you.

Want a little snack? He will be making you little biscuits to enjoy with your tea like little cookies.

When it's really time to settle you in, he will have your nightlight on while reading you a bedtime story. He is the king of bedtime stories he can tell you a story you've heard 100 times like it's never been told before. Want a story about Rex Lapis and the Adepti? He has one, and wants one about the Stove God? he will tell it all.

He will tuck you in gently, making sure you are fully covered and secure. The window will be cracked slightly for some fresh air, and also the coolness.

Have a nightmare and need your Papa?

He will hold you close to his chest and will console you while you cry and talk about it. Assuring you, that your Papa will always come and save you, even from the dark.

He will kiss your forehead and cheeks goodnight, even your plushies too. Repeating how much he loves you, how happy he is to be your papa, and how lucky he is to have you, his little swan with him.

Got scared and want to sleep in his bed?

He will pull you beside him and let you talk to him until you go to sleep finally. He may be exhausted but he will listen to your rambles before bed like it is his morning news.

Rating: ∞/10. No questions, comments, or concerns here.

[cal758]

Eren Snippet #32 : Territorial Levi Part 2

once arriving both Eld and Gunther complained that the place is filthy made the power couple simultaneously think "tch.. how disgusting " both being the perfectionists they are made the team excluding eren and y/n internally groan knowing how they are . " In which case we have a problem don't we ? " sayuki stated matter of factly " best grab a broom and get to work " adding his words with a commanding presence he got the team moving putting the horses in the stables and start immediately . While petra , sayuki and levi were cleaning in one of the rooms y/n was cleaning a room upstairs ... eren came down to let his superior know he was done and asked where he would be sleeping. " in the basement " making the brunette use a complaining tone "the basement again?" sensing he was disappointed that things turned out this way .. sayuki stepped forward and explained to the boy in an understanding but comforting voice . "Eren, we don't know how your titan powers work, right now we're going the safe route what if you transformed in the middle of the night ? so don't worry it'll all work out in the end ". putting her small hand lightly squeezing his shoulder to reassure the young male giving him a soft but gentle smile. Eren showed a light blush on his cheeks ' she's smiling? She looks just as pretty as my y/n ' . levi saw how the boy was looking at his woman as if enamored by her beauty. knowing full well that's how she is as a person the raven haired man didn't like it one bit. Showing an annoyed face he gave eren the broom and grabbed sayuki’s wrist which confused the petite woman . "Take over here, i want it spotless" ordering the youth while the two were leaving making eren lightly answer "yes sir" .. by pure coincidence he dragged them inside where eren had cleaned. "hey levi .. will you talk to me ? ..levi .. what're you-?" Pinning her against the wall inside the room Before she could ask any further questions levi kissed her possessively making her surprised at first . feeling her lover softly bite her lower lip finally gave in to the feeling and allowed him access to her mouth . Wrapping her arms against the back of his neck .. the male started to explore her cavern and swirled their tongues together from gentle to rough .. being a tease she tried pull away from the kiss making levi growl from such a bold move . Lightly biting on her tongue to lowering his head to find her sweet spot started to nip at her neck causing her to gasp and use one of her hands to cover her mouth from others hearing her moans while the male abused that spot and gave her a big hickey . "L-Levi w-what's g-gotten into you ?" a stuttering mess she showed him her cheeks turning red and lightly panting made the man smirk that only he could make her this way sayuki averted her eyes shyly. " I saw how he was looking at you " " but levi i was only trying to -.. ah! " ignoring her explanation chose to abuse that spot again then moving to squeeze her ass "*panting* L-Levi.. y-you cocky bastard .." her weak attempt to insult him only showed she was a panting mess which made him smirk at what he did to his woman. " I don't give shit about that , he looked at you like he had a crush on you .. i don't share what belongs to me my love " . "Levi i only want you .. your mine and i'm yours so go easy on the boy he's only 15 " showing her dearest a loving smile that's only meant for him made the male lightly blush. " fuck sayuki, keep it up and i won't be able to stop myself from ravishing you here ". looking around being the perfectionists they are both were unsatisfied with the brunette's work . "Tch .. that idiot did a piss poor job " pinching the bridge of his nose sayuki grabbed her lovers hand and intertwined their fingers together "c'mon you can lecture him once we go downstairs i'll even show him how to do it right " he then whispered into her ear making sayuki’s body shiver in a good way. "

don't push your luck sweetheart , tonight i'm going to show who you belong to and i won't hold back " that flirty tone made y/n shiver delight . Not trusting herself to verbally tell him she nodded her head turning red as a tomato . unbeknownst to the lovebirds y/n saw what happened and ran off with a blush on her face finding out her superiors were in a romantic relationship.

[troutfur]

If we’re going with indulgences today and Ravenpaw content.

Prompt: FireRaven + “Sorry I got blood on your nose” “You just took on four cats by yourself and that’s what you’re concerned about?” “Well, I can’t compare to legendary adder killer”

JASPER I'M SO SORRY I TOOK FOREVER ON THIS!

I've owed you this for 2 months and a half, but I just haven't been able to get my groove back writing-wise in so long. Hopefully the calm-wrimo ficlets can help combat that.

(If anyone wants to get a ficlet ~500 words I'm aiming to do one daily for all of November. Please do check my guidelines here but other than that submit as many as you'd like. I still got plenty of spots open.)

Let me offer thee:

It was over as fast as it’d begun. The sudden silence as the raiding party retreated left only a faint lingering ring in Ravenpaw’s ears. Gradually, as the adrenaline coursing through his veins diluted into his bloodstream, it dissipated, letting the sensations of the forest come back to him. The booming beats of his heart were first. Then came his labored breaths. Every spiked hair along his back began to fall into position and his raised hackles began to feel uncomfortable to maintain.

“Sorry I got blood on your nose,” came Firepaw’s mew, from his side.

Ravenpaw startled, only now noticing the red stream that was running down the side of his muzzle. “You just took on four cats by yourself and that’s what you’re concerned about?” he asked. It came a little forceful out his muzzle, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a warm glow rising at his friend’s concern. A feeling that mixed with a certain amount of bafflement.

“Oh that?” Firepaw mewed. “Well, I can’t compare to a legendary adder killer.”

Ravenpaw gave a little gulp at that and tried to act nonchalant by licking off the bloodstain. “...I, well, I suppose...” He spluttered a few more meaningless sounds as he thought of what to say in response. It’d been no big deal, really, just a dumb risk that’d paid off. But for Firepaw to compliment someone so foolish, so reckless, so utterly--

“Here,” Firepaw said with a helpful lick that snapped Ravenpaw back from the realm of his thoughts to the forest. Coming closer, Firepaw fixed his paws around Ravenpaw’s neck and continued washing Ravenpaw’s face.

A purr rumbled in the jett-black apprentice’s throat as he relaxed. Let others around them buzz with worry, taking headcounts of the cats currently present and making plans already for their rebuilt defenses. After the single-minded rush of battle Ravenpaw only wanted to bask in this much more pleasant sensation that enveloped him.

Firepaw gave a chirping mew as he noticed. “There we go!” Firepaw said. “Much more like the Ravenpaw I like.”

A hot sensation spread all across Ravenpaw’s cheeks which he channeled as he began clumsily licking back at Firepaw’s own face.

“Hey! Hey!” Firepaw protested, raising his paws in mock defense as he gave out a giggle. “Ugh, you’re like a dog!”

At that Ravenpaw took offense and gave his friend a light shove backwards. “Hey! Some respect you show the ‘legendary adder killer’!”

The two of them devolved into a playfight right then and there. As they tossed and turned in the dirt the last of the tension of the battle melted straight away. Their swipes turned lazier and their dodges clumsier the more they kept at it until they both collapsed onto their backs giggling messes.

They remained there without much of a concern in them until Tigerclaw’s growl snapped them back into reality. Snapping back into his feet in an instant, Ravenpaw hung his head in shame but before he had any time to lecture his apprentice a booming voice rippled across camp.

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the highrock for a Clan meeting!” Bluestar called.

Suddenly at attention the whole Clan gathered and Ravenpaw looked on to his denmate who bounded off with great enthusiasm to be given his next task with which to serve ThunderClan.

[trenchcoatsbi]

Heyyyyy figured I might as well rq a little something so here we go!

Could I have a drawing of myself as Void Starling Cookie? I'm going to list off all the details I can think of below:

I was very much the crk art style but like I don't really care about the style bc I can't draw in it yet so do whatever you want!!

my skin/dough was white with a hint of really really light purple. A little above my knees the white faded to black for bird-like legs.

If you look at a picture of Stardust Cookie, the white part of the front hair was black, and the blueish flowy hair was like blue violet/violet. Does this make any sense? if not just request more info!

My right eye was red, while my left was a bright purple. I will always have the red eye apparently lol

I still had my black mask :]

Instead of Stardust's big flowy cape, I just had a simple dark purple one that hung from my shoulders. there was also a small part that covered the top of my chest, to around like half way down the rib cage.

for the record I'm pretty sure my design didn't have a white but forget that I'm giving myself a dull green short sleeved shirt bc I need more colors besides white/purple/black/red lol

I just wore a really simple pair of black pants, probably made them myself.

I also had the little Dogwarts banner around my waist like in the Space AU!!!

Around my neck I had a little golden star bow thingy :D

My wings kinda hung out from under the cape? they were purple and faded to white at the farther ends on the tips!

oh and I had small horns on my head, those were black with a purple outline and I had a tail with the same colors! the tail was like a purple line that had a pointed tip filled in black if that makes sense?

Uh yeah I thinks that's all the details, thanks in advance and I'm always here in case of questions! - Voidling Anon

Hey Voidling! I was stuck in lectures all day which sucked but I did get a lot of motivation to draw while bored out of my mind during them lol. I’m not big on trying to emulate other art styles cuz I kinda suck at it but the cookie run style was fun to mimic. Idk how well I did but geez that sure is a cookie shaped guy.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Discovering Father’s Lies

Words: 1,510

Iwa Gai Au: Neji

Characters: Hyuga Hinata, Aburame Shino, Inuzuka Kiba, Hyuuga Neji

A speck was all Hinata saw, but it was enough to drag her attention away from her friends. Kiba’s words fell on deaf ears as she searched the crowd, sorting through the crowd in search of something. 

What it was she was searching for, she wasn’t quite sure. All she’d seen was a speck of black, but sometimes told her it was important. That she had to find it, so she continued to search. 

She looked past the small group of Kiri shinobi huddled close together in the far left corner. Her eyes flickered over the various shinobi, taking in each one for just a second before moving on.

Finally, she settled on a strange shinobi with a bright green jumpsuit under his uniform. There was nothing about him particularly that called to her, but rather the shinobi standing at his side with his back turned to her. The long waist-length black hair was specifically what caught her attention, as it reminded her of her father. 

It wasn’t her father, though. That much she knew for certain. For one her father wouldn’t be caught conversing with anyone from another village, and the man she was staring at was far too relaxed. His shoulders weren’t held in a rigid manner, and his hands weren’t held perfectly at his side to display restraint.

Yet, she couldn’t help but feel like she knew him. 

“Hinata?” Kiba waved a hand in front of her face, yelping when she smacked it away. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Can’t you see she’s distracted?” Shino scolded their teammate. 

“Yes, I can see that much,” stepping in behind her, Kiba laid his head on her shoulder and followed her line of sight. “What’s so interesting about them?”

“Stop it,” she insisted, trying to shove her teammate’s face away only to have him nip at her fingers. “Kiba!”

“Don’t shove,” he growled slightly, earning himself a light smack to the back of the head from Shino. “Hey!”

“If you don’t want her to shove, don’t invade her personal space,” Coming up to her other side, Shino examined the shinobi she was staring at. “Though, I will admit Kiba is correct to question your interest. There seem’s to be nothing extraordinary about them.”

“That’s not…I’m not looking at them because of that!” She insisted, her face flushing red at the thought of what her teammates might be thinking of her. “I just…they seem familiar.”

“They do?” Shino arched an eyebrow. 

Extending her hand, Hinata pointed at the one with long black hair and cringed when the boy wearing the green jumpsuit glanced her way. “Oh no…”

“It seems you’ve caught their attention,” Kiba snickered as someone else, a girl with big round buns in her hair, turned to look their way. “Look at you Hinata. Making friends already!”

“I’m not-”

“They are Iwagakure shinobi,” Shino noted, taking in the headband that came into view when the green jumpsuit-clad boy turned to face them. “Usually we wouldn’t want to make friends with them, but we are in an alliance now. It could be beneficial.”

Everything was going wrong. 

Hinata hadn’t intended to catch anyone’s attention or cause a scene, but it seemed like she had managed to do both.

“I just,” slapping her hands over her face, she groaned. 

“On the plus side,” Kiba nudged her with his elbow, a huge grin plastered across his face when she opened her fingers up and looked at him from between them. “He’s looking your way now.”

“M-my way!?” Her hands dropped to her side and her eyes snapped over to the man she’d been staring at. As soon as she got a good look at his face, everything fell into place.

She knew just why she’d been staring at him. 

  “N-Neji…”

Memories flooded her mind.

Images of the grave she’d stood in front of silently crying for the cousin she’d lost, all while hoping her father didn’t find her and give her another lecture about showing weakness. 

Sounds of people's voices as they talked about the ‘Hyuga Genius’ who had died too young. The boy who’d never gotten a chance to live.

When she was only nine years old her father had told her with the coldest expression that her cousin was gone. He’d lied to her face, weaving a lie of an illness that came out of nowhere and snatched Neji’s life away before they could do anything to help him.

A lie that she had believed without hesitation.

A lie which she had shed tears over, all while her cousin was alive and well.

A fire sparked inside of her. Anger boiled over when once she’d been too meek and shy to allow it to even simmer.

“Neji!” Straightening herself up, she stared at her cousin with a determined gaze.

“What?” He fired back, his shoulder stiffening as if he was preparing for the worst, and for once Hinata could understand why he would.

After all, if she was her father she’d have the ability to snatch away his life in an instant. To turn that fake funeral into a real one, all with one simple movement. 

She wasn't her father, though. Not in power or in personality.

Her anger wasn’t directed at her cousin, but at the man who’d lied to her. The one who had stared at her with such cold, emotionless eyes and stated that her cousin was dead as if it meant nothing, and then expected her to act as if her heart wasn’t breaking.

“You…” shaking her head, she stormed forward with more confidence than she had felt in her entire life.

“Whoe,” the green-clad shinobi jumped into action and placed himself in front of her cousin without a second thought. Meanwhile, their female teammate produced a kunai out of seemingly nowhere and glared at her while stepping out from behind the boys. “Not a step further.”

“Move,” she demanded.

“Not a chance,” the girl growled back. “We know what you’re capable of. You’re not hurting him!”

“Hinata?” Shino called out to her, a concerned look on his face when she glanced back at him. “Is everything alright?” 

“It’s fine,” she assured him, sighing when he tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. It was clear he didn’t believe her. So, rather than exacerbate the issue, Hinata closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes, everything was the same as it had been before.

Shino was still watching her cautiously, ready to pounce into action if he had to. 

Neji’s teammates were still standing in front of him looking ready for a fight.

Meanwhile, Neji just stood there staring at her with cold, angry eyes.

Anger which he had harbored since they were little, and which she didn’t quite understand but had come to accept over the years. An anger that she was certain was due to the way their clan was structured, and the position it put him into.

The position that it had put his father into, and which had ultimately cost him his life while Neji and she were still very young.

It was an anger she could never truly understand, but which she’d hoped to see disappear when they were older, but which seemed to have stuck with him over the years.

“I…” Lowering her eyes, she thought about her next words carefully. Whatever she said, it had to be right. It had to tell Neji exactly how she felt, without making it seem like she was lying to him.

“Hinata,” Shino stepped up to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Confidence, remember?”

Thinking back to all the work she’d done to improve her confidence, she smiled. No one had helped her improve more than Shinox

He’d always been so supportive and understanding even when her shyness took over and she backed away from a terrifying situation.

“Confidence,” she agreed, taking another deep breath before turning to her cousin. “Neji,” a smile spread across her face, soft and kind. “I’m glad to see you’re well.” A scuff was the response she received, but Hinata simply shook her head. “You don’t have to believe me,” she promised. “And don’t worry. I won’t tell father.”

As soon as the promise left her mouth, Neji seemed to relax. “You won’t?” He asked, more confused than annoyed. 

“No,” she confirmed. “I’m just happy to see you, and I'm happy that they,” she glanced between the two shinobi, still standing diligently in front of her cousin. “Well, I’m glad that you found people who care about you.”

She wasn’t sure what would happen next.

There was a war to fight, and it was very possible that her father would find out about Neji’s existence in Iwagakure without her having to tell him.

She didn’t care, though. All that mattered at the moment was that her Cousin was alive.

He was safe.

And most importantly, he finally had people who wanted to keep him safe, rather than expecting him to give up his life for them without question.

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Eren Snippet #38: Territorial Levi Part 2

once arriving both Eld and Gunther complained that the place is filthy made the power couple simultaneously think "tch.. how disgusting " both being the perfectionists they are made the team excluding eren and y/n internally groan knowing how they are . " In which case we have a problem don't we ? " sayuki stated matter of factly " best grab a broom and get to work " adding his words with a commanding presence he got the team moving putting the horses in the stables and start immediately . While petra , sayuki and levi were cleaning in one of the rooms y/n was cleaning a room upstairs ... eren came down to let his superior know he was done and asked where he would be sleeping. " in the basement " making the brunette use a complaining tone "the basement again?" sensing he was disappointed that things turned out this way .. sayuki stepped forward and explained to the boy in an understanding but comforting voice . "Eren, we don't know how your titan powers work, right now we're going the safe route what if you transformed in the middle of the night ? so don't worry it'll all work out in the end ". putting her small hand lightly squeezing his shoulder to reassure the young male giving him a soft but gentle smile. Eren showed a light blush on his cheeks ' she's smiling? She looks just as pretty as my y/n ' . levi saw how the boy was looking at his woman as if enamored by her beauty. knowing full well that's how she is as a person the raven haired man didn't like it one bit. Showing an annoyed face he gave eren the broom and grabbed sayuki’s wrist which confused the petite woman . "Take over here, i want it spotless" ordering the youth while the two were leaving making eren lightly answer "yes sir" .. by pure coincidence he dragged them inside where eren had cleaned. "hey levi .. will you talk to me ? ..levi .. what're you-?" Pinning her against the wall inside the room Before she could ask any further questions levi kissed her possessively making her surprised at first . feeling her lover softly bite her lower lip finally gave in to the feeling and allowed him access to her mouth . Wrapping her arms against the back of his neck .. the male started to explore her cavern and swirled their tongues together from gentle to rough .. being a tease she tried pull away from the kiss making levi growl from such a bold move . Lightly biting on her tongue to lowering his head to find her sweet spot started to nip at her neck causing her to gasp and use one of her hands to cover her mouth from others hearing her moans while the male abused that spot and gave her a big hickey . "L-Levi w-what's g-gotten into you ?" a stuttering mess she showed him her cheeks turning red and lightly panting made the man smirk that only he could make her this way sayuki averted her eyes shyly. " I saw how he was looking at you " " but levi i was only trying to -.. ah! " ignoring her explanation chose to abuse that spot again then moving to squeeze her ass "*panting* L-Levi.. y-you cocky bastard .." her weak attempt to insult him only showed she was a panting mess which made him smirk at what he did to his woman. " I don't give shit about that , he looked at you like he had a crush on you .. i don't share what belongs to me my love " . "Levi i only want you .. your mine and i'm yours so go easy on the boy he's only 15 " showing her dearest a loving smile that's only meant for him made the male lightly blush. " fuck sayuki, keep it up and i won't be able to stop myself from ravishing you here ". looking around being the perfectionists they are both were unsatisfied with the brunette's work . "Tch .. that idiot did a piss poor job " pinching the bridge of his nose sayuki grabbed her lovers hand and intertwined their fingers together "c'mon you can lecture him once we go downstairs i'll even show him how to do it right " he then whispered into her ear making sayuki’s body shiver in a good way. "

don't push your luck sweetheart , tonight i'm going to show who you belong to and i won't hold back " that flirty tone made y/n shiver delight . Not trusting herself to verbally tell him she nodded her head turning red as a tomato . unbeknownst to the lovebirds y/n saw what happened and ran off with a blush on her face finding out her superiors were in a romantic relationship.