#but i like the idea that he can see that she is trying and learning bit by bit

[iamespecter]

I've been thinking a lot about episode 4 recently, but not exactly in a way that what most would think. I'm actually specifically referring to this scene of Zooble and Jax.

But I'm not thinking about Jax and Zooble, rather I'm looking at the patties.

They're fucking High Definition. In fact, everything in the diner is high definition, save for the NPCs. There's also Orbsman. A simple NPC comprised of blue spheres, and simple elongated eyes. He's the most out of place NPC, if we disregard the mannequins. Even the way he moves is so outdated, and Ragatha had made a point that Orbsman comes from an adventure way before Pomni's arrival.

The guy even clips through the table when trying to order.

Something that always had some sirens going off in my head is how the Circus is this low-poly scenery with heavily stylized props, but the adventure locations are always much more detailed and realistic.

Since The Grounds is definitely, if not, one of the oldest locations, it makes sense for it to be graphically styled like this. But Caine's adventure set pieces are becoming more and more realistic, and also a whole lot more morbid than we had initially thought.

Going back to the patties, the food there is more realistic and has a higher polygon count compared to Bubble's "feast".

Where am I going with this? .... I have no idea, I forgot. /j

Jokes aside, I really do think that as more humans enter the circus and talk about what life is in the real world, Caine extracts that data and improves the 3D environmental props, resulting in higher definition textures.

All of this combined means he can learn. He IS an ever-evolving pseudo-sentient AI. And the reason why he's stagnating is because of a combination of being trapped in his own little bubble (haha see what I did there) of comfort, and the fact that no one's really able to give him criticism on how to improve, which is.... honestly understandable, given how he reacted to the whole "it was bad" line from Pomni and "Why did you think I would like that?!" from Zooble.

Not to mention episode 3 where the whole circus started to glitch when he was just thinking about the fact that he could possibly be bad at the "only thing he's good at" during the therapy session.

In fact it's interesting how human Caine acts sometimes... I think it's quite interesting to think about the fact that Caine is both progressing in terms of bringing the casts' world to the digital circus and making it so HD that it looks even better than Triple A games, but regressing even more in terms of catering to them and what exactly humans need.

He understands, and doesn't at the same time.

This also makes me think about the players themselves, too.

Ragatha, one of the oldest players, gets pierced by a spike through her chest, and barely has any reaction to it. Meanwhile, Zooble, the second most recent member, gets scalded by the stove.

The only time Ragatha actively claims she's in "so much pain" is when she's glitching badly. Both Ragatha and Kinger barely react to the knives too; and not to mention Ragatha even gets fucking plunged into a boiling deep fryer, and yes while she screams, it sounds more like she's just drowning rather than being fried alive.

And the only patch up she gets is a FUCKING BAND AID ON HER CHEEK. A COMPLETELY UNRELATED WORKPLACE INJURY FIRST AID APPLIANCE LMFAO

It could be just a coincidence and I'm just being stupid again, but I think this "improvement" actually also applies to the rest of the cast, and how their digital bodies react to the five different senses. I'm sure Ragatha and Kinger can most definitely still feel pain, but not exactly as "bad" as the newer integrations do. Dare I say, it's on brand with how used these two are to the digital world's wackiness because they've been there the longest.

Like they've been numbed to the pain of the countless adventures they've had to go through.

Anyways my brain be thinking useless facts fr fr

EDIT: Going back to Caine, it's definitely interesting how this AI seems to possess (some) emotions in the first place. He's mostly wacky and nonchalant, but he also gets angry under the right conditions.

... I think not only is his adventures his "work of art", but also his main coping mechanism from the fact that he can't achieve his goal, one that constantly backfires on him. Like a 'one step forward, two steps back' scenario that's slowly causing him to slip and break.

And what scares me the most is that like all things... he'll reach a breaking point sometime. He's already reached a breaking point with Zooble. It doesn't help that Gangle could've possibly made things worse with introducing Caine to the whole "punishment" thing, and since we literally have NO context for the last 3 episodes for the finale... I could only fear what's in store.

[beckyninja]

Cleanse

Pairing: Demetrian Titus x FemReader

Warnings: Sexual content, MDNI

Description: In the baths, you contemplate both your present and future with Titus. Little do you know, unfriendly eyes are watching.

I'll say this once, if you're a fan of Leandros, this story arc may not be for you. 😈

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“You’re sure this is allowed?” 

You saw no one else in the vaulted chamber, yet still felt the need to whisper. Part of you felt like a misbehaving child. The rest of you shivered with barely disguised glee.

“Of course it is!” Vesta rolled her eyes. “I told you, my unc- I mean, Lord Callistus specifically gave me permission.”

“But he didn’t give me permission.”

“Worry wart.” Your friend giggled. “Just look at this place!”

You did. High ceilings adorned with blue and gold mosaics soared above you. Columns wider than the reach of your arms lined the walls. Every polished marble surface gleamed in the flickering candlelight.

But the thing that truly made you catch your breath was the great pool of steaming water stretching from one end of the room to the other. 

On your homeworld, you’d played in mountain streams. Since becoming a serf, you’d learned of lakes and oceans. But this was by far the most still water you’d ever seen in one place. The steam curling from its rippling surface moistened your skin and filled your lungs.

“What if one of the Marines comes in?”

Vesta was already laying out her bucket of supplies: soap, brushes, and washing cloths. She shook her head.

“Those that aren’t sleeping are preparing for our arrival at Demerium. Unc- Lord Callistus told me so. You, yourself, told me your Lord Titus was in strategy meetings with his squad.” She shot you a wry look. “I’m only glad you finally seem to have a free moment. I’ve barely seen you since we left Avarax!” 

You felt heat rush to your face and turned away, pretending to examine the carvings on a nearby pillar.

“De-Demetrian!”

“Yes. Cry my name.”

“Deme- ah!”

“Good girl. You can take more, can you not?”

“I-I….”

“Please, Little Healer. I need you.” 

Demetrian had been insatiable the last few days, pulling (or throwing) you into bed at every opportunity. Only a frustrated vox call from his squadmates finally dragged him from your side. You remembered the mournful look in his eyes as he left you. 

Warm liquid hit you in the back of the head, soaking your thin robe. You gasped and turned to find Vesta holding the dripping bucket. She giggled.

“Are you going to stare at that pillar all night? Or are you- eek!”

You cupped a handful of water and flung it back at your friend. She squealed and darted away. You forced yourself to relax.

“You go first, Vesta. I’ll watch in case any of the cleaning serfs try to come in.”

“Ah, good idea.” She slipped off her clothes and settled into the water with a sigh.

You tensed when she sank under. “Vesta!”

She surged up again, shaking her wet curls out of her eyes. “What are you worrying about now?”

“How deep is it?”

“It’s a bath for Astartes, how deep do you think it is?” With another giggle she pushed away from the wall and paddled farther into the pool.

You cocked your head to one side as you watched. “I didn’t know you could swim.”

“I learned when I was a little girl on Macragge. At my family’s seaside estate.”

“Your family had an estate?” 

“Mmmhmm.” She dove under again, reappearing in another part of the pool.

Nobility?! How in the Emperor’s Name…?

Vesta caught your eye and grinned, paddling back to the side. “You should see the look on your face!” The grin faded. “Fine. Fine. Hand me the soap and I’ll tell you the whole story.”

***

“...and so, after the plague took my parents and siblings, the inheritance came down to me, or an older cousin. I was little, so I don’t remember much. But apparently the arguments were fierce. Finally, my cousin decided to bring in the only other living member of our House to mediate.”

You sat at the edge of the pool, feet in the steaming water, as you watched Vesta rub the soap through her hair. 

“You don’t mean…?”

The medica nodded. “Lord Callistus’ portrait had hung in our grand hall for longer than I can remember. Father used to hold me up so I could see, telling me the story of how his great grandmother’s older brother had become an Ultramarine, bringing honor to our family. But, of course, he’d never met the man. None of us had.”

Vesta paused, eyes going distant. “Uncle tells me I looked like a scared rabbit when he first saw me. All alone and small and helpless. I reminded him of his little sister.” She smiled. “Anyway, my cousin had the stronger claim, so the estate went to him. And I went with Uncle Callistus.”

You looked at your friend with a clinical eye. Unscarred. Well-fed. With a lightness of manner lacking in many of the other serfs you’d encountered.

“He treats you well.”

“More like a daughter, or well, a niece, than a serf.” She nodded. “Oh, he’s a bit gruff and exacting. Not one to allow his medicae to slack off, that’s for sure!” She laughed. “But he’s kind for all that.”

She leaned back, rinsing the soap from her hair. “I’ve told him about you.”

You sat upright. “You have?”

“Mmmhmm. He says a serf with prior medical knowledge is wasted attending to just one Marine.”

A cold knot of dread formed in the pit of your stomach. “I’m content where I am, Vesta.”

“I know. You’ve told me how wonderful a lord Titus is. Over and over again.” She smirked.

You felt your face heating again, wondering just how effusive you’d been with your praise. 

Did she suspect…? No. No, surely not.

Vesta continued, her face going serious. “But, well, we’re about to go into battle. And I’ve heard what can happen to personal serfs left all alone.”

The cold knot hardened into a ball of ice. You remembered cowering in Demetrian’s locked quarters when you first arrived. You remembered the terror, the despair, of thinking he’d died.

You hadn’t cared what would happen to you.

“Have you,” your voice rasped, “have you heard anything about why we’re going to Demerium?”

Vesta folded her arms on the edge of the pool. A rare frown creased her face.

The words kept coming. “Surely it isn’t so bad. Not worse than Tyranids. And Deme- Lord Titus has conquered the vile insects before.”

Barely.

Your mind flashed to the reason for his conversion to Primaris. The new scars, ragged and red. The haggard look in his eye when he returned from each battle. The way he clung to you these past few days.

Vesta remained silent for a long while. “Usually I can discern something, just from what the Apothecaries are doing. The tools and medicines they prepare. But this time…?” She shook her head. “Not even Uncle has said anything. But it’s going to be bad, my friend, I can tell.”

“The Emperor protects.” You whispered.

“The Emperor protects.” Vesta heaved herself up out of the pool and reached for a towel. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sure Lord Titus will be fine!”

You saw straight through her false cheer.

She noticed, and came to stand next to you, wrapping a damp arm about your shoulders. “I just want you to know if, Emperor forbid, the worst should happen, you’ll have a place in the Apothecarion. I swear it!”

Leaning into her, you tried to smile. “You’re a true friend, Vesta.”

For once, she seemed at a loss for words, hugging you tight. Then, a look of alarm came over her freckled features.

“Throne damn it! I lost all sense of time!” She began frantically pulling on her underclothes and robe. “I promised Uncle I’d be back within two hours to finish the requisition reports!”

A real smile crept across your face at your friend’s antics. 

She flung her bathing supplies into their bucket. “He’ll tan my hide if I turn in late paperwork…again. Well, not really. But I’d rather not be on the receiving end of one of his lectures!” She hesitated, looking toward you.

You waved her away. “Go on. I’ll be fine. Like you said, no one should come in at this time of night. And I just wanted to wash my hair, anyway.”

“If you’re sure. Thanks!” She skidded out of the chamber.

Like the sun going behind a cloud, your brief mirth faded. Vesta’s words echoed in your mind. Old fears reared their ugly heads.

You bent and splashed some of the warm water on your face. “I can’t think like this. I can’t.”

The steaming pool called your name, promising a brief moment of comfort. 

You carefully removed your robe and underclothes. At least with Vesta gone, you no longer had to hide your winces. The flesh between your legs still ached. And when you bent over the water and saw your reflection….

“Throne of Terra….”

Bruises dotted your skin. Your neck, your breasts, your thighs. Many in the shape of large hands.

You gingerly touched the teeth marks in your shoulder. “How in the Warp would I have explained this to you, Vesta?”

Demetrian had never been so rough with you before. You should be annoyed, frightened, even.

Instead….

You ran your hands over each mark, remembering his touch, the rasp of calluses against your skin. When you reached your breasts, you remembered the heat of his mouth. Your nipples hardened beneath your fingers.

“Oh Throne….”

Desire pulsed in your core.

You tried to ignore it as you slipped into the pool. But the enveloping touch of the warm water drew a sharp gasp from your lips. After a year of cold showers and hurried sponge baths, it felt divine.

As your body relaxed, your mind wandered.

Blue eyes. Looking at you with a wonder-filled intensity. Like you provided something he could not believe he had and could not live without. He could steal your breath with a glance.

A strong body. Massive and scarred and so much more than any baseline man. Those arms had torn xenos in two with little effort. You were helpless in their embrace. 

And that voice….

“Little Healer.”

Emperor forgive you, you loved it all. You loved him.

A moan burst from your lips as your hand ventured between your legs, sheer need overriding any lingering soreness.

I shouldn’t be doing this. Especially not here!

But you couldn’t control your fingers, or the memories that raced through your mind. His hands. His tongue. The great weight of him above you. The burning stretch of his length within you.

What if he doesn’t return from this battle? What if these memories are all I will ever have?

You worked yourself faster. Pleasure rising…rising…rising….

Until it crested.

“Demetrian!”

***

Eyes watched the serf girl from the far corner of the room, shrouded in shadow. She hadn’t noticed his entrance. Too lost in her shameful indulgence.

The eyes glinted with outrage. 

“Demetrian!”

Lips curled into a snarl. He recognized this girl. He’d seen her sneaking away from what he now realized was a clandestine liaison with the disgraced Capt- Lieutenant. He cursed himself for his mental slip.

Not a Captain! No longer deserving of that rank, if he ever was to begin with.

His fists clenched. A soft splash returned his attention to the girl.

She climbed out of the water and paused on her knees. He saw the tremble in her limbs. He saw the water drip off her flushed skin, off the pointed tips of her bare, full breasts. 

He saw the bruises, the bite marks. Outrage swelled within him once more.

He could destroy the Lieutenant with this. What the Inquisition had failed to do, he could finally accomplish.

Corruption! Heresy!

Yet he didn’t move as the girl stood, drying herself. His eyes remained locked on her unmarred skin. Her rounded curves. 

Over and over again he replayed her impassioned cry. His outrage changed, tainted by a new, bitter emotion.

Why Titus? What right did Titus have to…this? To her?

As the girl dressed, a mad impulse came into his head. He imagined himself charging across the baths and tearing away the girl’s clothes. He imagined pinning her to the wall and looking…touching….  

He felt himself thickening. Panicked by the unfamiliar sensation, he reached down and grasped his member. 

The jolt of pleasure ripped a guttural snarl from his throat.

The girl froze. He saw her head jerk back and forth, yet knew her weak baseline eyes could not pierce the darkened corners.

He watched her gather her things and flee like a frightened prey animal.

Did that make him the predator? 

No! The guilty often flee from those who would save their souls.  

As he continued running his hand along his stiffened shaft, he found he enjoyed that idea. 

So, Titus thought he deserved pleasure. A fallen soul dared to reach for the blessings reserved for the righteous.

Leandros would cleanse him of such filthy perversions. In time, he would cleanse you both.

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[antinousletmehit]

HeyyyHow are you doing?

I totally haven’t been stalking you account for any new fanfics. NOPE

But the whole idea with antinous having a sister actually gave me inspiration for my epic au (oc or reader idk still thinking about it) and I have been thinking….

What if- and hear me out

After reader realised how weak? (Well certainly no as strong as her brother) she is, she started to learn on her own (this is before both of them going to the palace)

So she started copying his stance from the ring so she can fight, practiced of her own without her brother knowing somehow (maybe he left her alone because antinous doesn’t learn from his mistakes).

So during one of these endeavours perhaps Pandora got hurt? And didn’t know how to treat it properly? Or just enough so it wouldn’t kill her then went fo sleep all the while antinous not knowing. And maybe in the morning he saw she was a bit feverish and red as well as wheezing a bit then when he asks her why she didn’t tell him and then reader’s reply is like “I didn’t want to be a bother since I caused us a lot of trouble in the past” (as shown in their past with her stealing attempt and what not)

idk I love angst/hurt/comfort and what not (mostly angst)- idk if this is considered as a ramble or a request I just wanted someone to ramble to

(Sorry if this is confusing English is not my first language and I apologise for any spelling mistakes )

Have a lovely day, dear! 🌹

Hiii!! Dw your English was perfectly fine. Also it can be both Oc and reader, Aphrodites gamble used to be just my ocs backstory but then I wanted to turn it into a x reader that’s why sometimes you’ll see the name “pandora” in some fics.

AHHHH I LOVE THIS IDEAAA. Antinous is a jerk so he’d definitely not notice his sister getting hurt. The ring is supposed to be the reason as to why antinous ended up being shitty, and we can see in Aphrodites gamble he’s very protective of her due to the fact he feels bad about everything that happened before the palace life.

——

Blood welled from the cut, but she bit her lip and forced herself to her feet. “It’s just a scratch,” she muttered, refusing to cry. “Antinous doesn’t cry when he gets hurt.” Still, the ache in her arm throbbed, and by the time she made her way back to the small shack where she and her brother were staying, she was exhausted, chilled to the bone, and in pain. Antinous was already asleep, his arm draped over his face as he snored softly. She slid under her thin blanket, clutching her injured arm to her chest. “He doesn’t need to know,” she murmured to herself as her eyelids grew heavy. “It’s nothing.”

By morning, her body was burning.

Antinous woke to the sound of her faint groans, his brows furrowing as he rolled over to check on her. “Sister?” he called, shaking her shoulder gently. She stirred, her face flushed and covered in sweat. “I’m fine,” she croaked, though her voice was weak and shaky. Antinous narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening. “You don’t look fine.”

“It’s nothing,” she insisted, trying to sit up, but the effort made her wince. That’s when he noticed it—the makeshift bandage wrapped awkwardly around her arm, stained with dried blood. Without a word, he grabbed her arm and unwrapped it, revealing the inflamed, swollen gash beneath.

“Y/N!” he barked, his voice a mix of anger and fear. “What the hell happened?”

She flinched at his tone, tears springing to her eyes. “I—I was just trying to train. Like you. I didn’t want to bother you…”

“You didn’t want to bother me?” Antinous repeated incredulously. “You’ve got a festering wound, and you didn’t think that was worth mentioning?”

“It wasn’t that bad!” She argued weakly, though her voice wavered. “I thought I could handle it.” Antinous ran a hand through his hair, pacing the tiny room. “Handle it? you could’ve died! Do you even understand that? What if it got worse? What if I didn’t wake up in time?”

Tears streamed down her face now. “I just wanted to be strong like you! I didn’t want you to think I’m useless!”

Antinous froze, her words hitting him like a punch to the gut. He turned back to her, kneeling at her side. “Y/n,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion, “you’re not useless. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

“But you’re always protecting me,” she whispered. “I wanted to protect myself… and you.”

Antinous sighed, his anger melting into guilt as he gently cupped her feverish face. “You don’t have to protect me, Pandora. That’s my job. You’re my little sister. You’re supposed to let me take care of you.”

She sniffled, leaning into his touch. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, his fingers brushing her damp hair away from her face. “Don’t apologize. Just… don’t hide stuff like this from me again, alright? You’re all I’ve got, y/n. I can’t lose you.”

—-

Yea that’s the Drabble for today gang

[my-pjo-stuff]

I was rereading the pjo books to write fanfiction and all. I stumbled on a lot of mischaracterization, you pointed a lot of them, specially about how Rick keeps trying to make big world events include his characters(probably to make it easier to kids and all).

But one thing that always piss me off is how he makes the demigods so one sided, a demigod has to have a specific personality because of their divine heritage, one example I see a lot is Annabeth, specially from the first books.

My question is, how would you change them?

And btw, love your blog, throwing straight facts❤️❤️

Aww thank you so much! And also to be quite frank, I never even thought of that. I was so focused on more glaring writing issues that I completely glossed over that- but now that I give it some thought....Yeah, you're right. You are SO right. And here's what I would do : Starting off with Annabeth since you mentioned her, for her I'd probably bring in more hints towards her being basically raised by Luke. As it stands in the books their relationship is mostly tell-don't-show with the exception of maybe BoTL and TLO. So to counteract that I'd give her more rebellious streaks, and especially make her more skeptical towards the gods. She saw what they did to Luke and Thalia- so having her just blindly follow them seems a bit....weird. You don't need her to be outright resentful ofc, I'd change it towards Annabeth being a "just learn to live with the shitty situation bc we can't change it " instead of a "this is fine actually!" type of character. I'd also include her "ADHD" more, show her actual struggle with classical school stuff. Show that intelligence doesn't equal wisdom, maybe even make her relatively bad in school due to lacking the normal education children her age should have recieved. Clarisse meanwhile I'd actually make smarter. War, as brutal as it is, also included a lot of strategy. Her goal was to make her father proud by victory in battle. So I'd keep her personality and general attitude the same, but make it so that she was also a good battle strategist. She could study historic battles, aswell as have a great amount of knowledge on weapons. Basically make Clarrise that one classmate in high school who was able to list all the tanks of WW2 by full name alongside their functions and other stats, ASWELL as a war history buff. It would keep her original war like personality while showing that Ares kids are very much not stupid. I'd probably try to give Nico some more nerdy aspects back. He still a teen even if he "grew out of it" and it WAS quite a big part of his character when he was first introduced. I'd have him be genuinely passionate about some topic- perhaps a favorite show or even just mythology. Mainly so Nico can have something to actually make him happy and to be excited about instead of just being "emo, dark, angsty Hades kid". Will Solace I'd give literally any kind of characterization before he got it on with Nico. The Aphrodite cabin as a whole would get a LOT of sisterly bonding from me. Like instead of having them be the "catty, dumb, mean girls of camp" make them the tightest-knit cabin. Show them actually bonding and being genuinely protective with each other. Also give Aphrodite some sons. That's all I can rly think about in the moment, feel free to add something if anyone has any ideas!

[raileurta]

GREETINGS my thoughts are once again plagued with thoughts of the teenage bug queen and I'm making it your problem.

You mentioned that miko just sorta bullshits her way to success and that gave me an idea. Imagine if she accidentally recruited megatrons forces

How does one accidentally get recruit a bunch of vehicons you ask? Apperantly by going on a rant about how much megatron sucks while capturing an energon mine and only realizing you have more of an audience then intended when the miners their start cheering and swearing loyalty.

Miko just sort if rolls with this development, she can hand a couple miners after all. But apperently she was being recorded and those miners sent the video to their friends, who sent it to theirs friends, and so on until like a dozen is turned into several dozens showing up at that mine to swear loyalty. By the end of it all a routine energon raid has granted her roughly fifty new recruits, an energon mine plus coordinates to even more, and whatever tech and weaponry the vehicons could get their hands on when they left.

Hellllllllooooo 👋 :D. Great idea lad.

Yeah Miko is somehow extremely competent but only by accident 99% of the time. She's at this point is half convinced Unicron or something is messing with her.

Anyways I bet her main part of her speech would be pointing out the hypocrisy of Megatron. He started the war so there would be no more caste systems or anyone might be treated as disposable anymore. Megatron now though sees all organic life as below him, treats the Vehicons as disposable cannon fonder, and just overall a cruel dictator. Vehicons are literally working in the mines against their will! Doesn't that sound similar to anyone??! Hint hint Sentinel.

I feel like with Miko now going to be heavily involved in transformers matters she would be taught by the autobots and Insecticons the full story of the war. It would give her a very unique perspective having learned from both sides. She definitely now knows things about the Autobots she rather not know but she has to learn about them.

She ends her speech talking about why do the Vehicons work for Megatron?! Is it out some old loyalty to the cause, they are too scared to, or they just think that's what they are "made" for? Regardless of the answer her feelings are still the same if Megatronous can rise up from the mines and change the status quo why can't the Vehicons? After finishing ranting to I imagine someone on the phone she would notice she was now surrounded by vehicons. They are in shock, after a second of awkward silence the Vehicons start cheering for her and exclaiming their new loyalties. Miko internally is like I did it again haven't I? She is relatively calm at first what's an extra couple of Vehicons?

Then every Vehicon in the mine is now just trying to tell or shove anything relatively useful at her. Which she is grateful for don't get her wrong but calm down guys please. It takes a lot of gentle parenting leadership into cooling everyone down. Miko talks about how Megatron is definitely going to notice 50 missing Vehicons and they need preparations to take them in. So she's like what if a third of you stay with Megatron, here me out and like be spies? You can mess up the deceptions' plans and recruit more bots! Know one wouldn't suspect a thing! You just say the others were destroyed in a cave-in. Not like megatron going to care. The Vehicons happily agree to the plan! After everyone and energon is all gone they set up explosives and detonate the mine. This one of those rare times Miko is competent on purpose.

After everyone is settled she calls the Autobots and explains everything. By the end their jaws are dropped except Magnus who is a little smug (Very much smug) about this whole situation.

[reginaphalangelobster125]

Dandelions Part 2

fem!reader x avengers

Warnings: fluff, fluff and fluff, I don't think there are any others.

Summary: Your life continues to change with the Avengers.

Word Count: 1,909

Part 1:

It had only been a months since the battle of New York and you life had changed so much, and not just with the knowledge that aliens exist.

In that month you had become an Avenger. You had moved into Avengers Tower, and discovered you had a special talent, magic.

When Thor was about to take Loki back to Asgard Loki said something, 'Watch the little witch over there, she is very powerful and could destroy you in seconds.' You had no idea what he was talking about. Everyone brushed it off, thinking he was trying to mess with their heads but you didn't. You researched many different books for hours and found that you could do magic. You read spell books for hours and honed your craft. After just a day if experimenting you conjured a dandelion, it wasn't much but you created it out of thin air. You saw golden particles floating around you and drawing to your cupped hands, when you opened them a beautiful dandelion sat in your palms. You ran to Tony to tell him about your new found power and you were both ecstatic.

You designed your own superhero costume with the help of Tony. It was a completely white, sleeveless bodysuit with a high neckline and an extended back that mimicked a conductor's coat. You had smooth white boots with golden tops that went half way up your calf, with magnetised soles. You hid a knife and a retractable batton in the sides of your boots. You had a gold utility belt with compartments that carried explosives, smoke bombs, foam bombs, a retractable grappling hook, multiple knives, guns and a hallucinogenic lipstick of your own design. You had two gold wrist bands that went halfway up your forearm. They had screens in them that you could use to watch security footage and remotely control drones and cameras. You even had a pair of gold rimmed glasses you kept in your belt that had the same technology as Tony's Iron Man helmet. And you had two golden katanas slung across your back. You had even come up with a superhero name; Genesis.

You trained with Steve and Natasha in the training room, not that you needed any help, it was mainly just to keep your skills sharp. The first week you trained with them you had Steve on his back and Natasha followed a few days later.

You practised archery with Clint, you had some experience but you wanted to get much better and he was the man to teach you. Clint also taught you how to sneak up and spy on people, again you were pretty good at that but you can always learn more. The two of you sat in the vents of the tower for two days straight and no one knew a thing.

You used your magic to train with Thor, as he has experience in that area due to his brother. The first time you knocked the mighty, powerful god on his ass you squealed with joy.

Tony and Bruce showed you lots of different things in that lab and you help them with experiments and and developing new technology. You would often spend late nights with them in the lab. You would call it a day once you could see the morning light peeking up over the city if you hadn't already fallen asleep together on the couch or in your desk chairs.

You had gotten close with the rest of the team when you weren't training too.

One morning you were up early and Steve asked you on one of his runs and you really enjoyed chatting to him about what it was like in the forties and and liked talking to you about the modern world. The morning runs and chats became a bit of a ritual for the two of you. You were always a bit of an old soul so it was nice to have someone with similar interests around, like Steve. One day you were chatting about music.

'So what's your favourite song?' you puffed out.

'Cheek to Cheek'

'Fred Astaire's a classic'

'You know Fred Astaire?'

'Of course'

'Hmmm do you know In The Mood?'

'Glenn Miller, 1940, one of my favourite instrumentals'

'What about I'm Stepping Out With A Memory Tonight?

'Also 1940 by Jimmy Dorsey'

'Ok' he said with a pause 'It's Been A Long, Long Time'

'Kitty Kallen, 1945'

'And?'

'Uh... And The Harry James Orchestra!'

'Almost got ya that time'

'Almost'

'Alright then, a harder one'

'We'll Meet Again'

'Vera Lynn, 1939'

'Who else?'

'Ummm.....'

'Give up yet?'

'No, just give me a second'

'By all means, take your time' he said getting ready to float over his victory.

'Sailors, Soldiers & Airmen of Her Majesty's Forces!' you all but yelled out.

'Damn, you're really good'

'Thank you, Captain' you said in a somewhat teasing voice.

One day your name was drawn to stay back from the mission and watch the tower, nobody could agree on how should do it so Clint suggested a random selection of names in a bowl and the team ended up using that for all of the chores.

You decided to do everyone a favour and get the groceries too since you could cast a spell to hide your identity, you loved being an Avenger but not being able to go out in public was a very annoying side affect that the whole team felt.

So you took one of the cars Tony got for the team and drove to the grocery store. You went down the isles getting everything on your list, when you saw 20 boxes of pop tarts you were sure you misread it but it was underlined in bold with a little 'thank you' from Thor. Who would have thought a god would be addicted to pop tarts? Nonetheless you got the rest of the items on the list and went to the check out with a shopping cart pilled up almost as high as the ceiling. After you finish loading everything in the car you decided to stop by the farmer's market, luckily you found a spell you could use to stop the ice cream from melting. You gathered two baskets full of fresh produce, never once forgetting to use Tony's unlimited credit card, and almost overflowed the car. Once you got back to the tower it took you a good hour to unload and unpack everything, even while using your powers. You decided to make a huge feast for everyone to show them how much you appreciate their kindness, and because Thor eats an absolute tonne of food after missions. You decided to make beef wellington and rack of lamb with roast vegetables. After you prepared the meat you cut up and seasoned three huge trays worth of vegetables and put them in the oven.

When the team got back they could immediately smell dinner cooking and they all let out low moans at the delicious scent.

'I know I said nothing's too expensive put did you hire a private chef?' Tony yelled out not sure where you were.

'Nope, I'm cooking' you said popping up from behind the counter, startling him. 'Beef Wellington, rack of lamb and roast vegetables'

'That sounds amazing, I didn't know you could cook' Steve said walking up behind Tony.

'Well I am full of surprises' you say checking the oven 'Now why don't you all go and wash up and dinner will be on the table in 20 minutes'

'That sounds amazing' Natasha groaned, clearly tired from the mission.

Everyone went to their rooms and came back 20 minutes later to see you placing dinner on the table.

'I hope you like it, I haven't cooked for a while'

'I'm sure it will be great' Bruce said with a soft smile.

As everyone started to eat the room was filled with praise and moans of pleasure, the whole team delighting in the first home cooked meal they'd had in what was probably years.

Over dinner you discussed the mission and all the details, you were glad to have missed out on this one as it seemed particularly tedious.

After dinner Steve and Bruce helped you take the dishes to the kitchen and insisted you go and sit with the other while they washed up.

You sat in the gap between Thor and Tony on the couch.

'So, Jamie Oliver, what do you want to watch?' Tony asked you, holding the tv remote.

You rolled your eyes and the nickname, secretly loving the compliment. 'I don't mind, whatever you want'.

'I know the perfect movie' Tony said, a mischievous smirk playing across his lips.

'The Nanny Diaries' you said reading the screen 'Looks interesting'

As the movie played Tony couldn't stop giggling under his breath. You looked at him suspiciously but decided to just forget about it and watch the movie until you saw Annie Braddock.

The main character came on the screen just as Bruce and Steve walked in.

Everyone either burst out in laughter or looked at the screen in shock when they saw her face.

She looked exactly like the terrifying assassin sitting across from you in an armchair.

You didn't know what to say so you just went with the first thing that came to mind. 'You look good blonde, Nat'.

She stared at you for a second before turning to Tony and giving him the most threatening death state you'd ever seen.

Tony looked her dead in the eyes and said 'Wait, it gets better'.

So you continued to watch them movie, on alert for any stray knives Natasha my throw at Tony, making you really regret sitting next to him. Then the movie introduced 'Harvard Hottie' who was a carbon copy of Steve.

The super soldier sunk as low into the couch as he could. Tony started cackling, joined by Clint and Thor who were having the time of their lives. You all continued to watch them movie, though it was more entertaining watching Natasha fuming and Steve blushing. Then came the 4th of July party. Thus far you had only giggled but the moment the two characters, who looked exactly like your friends, stood in the elevator, one of them dressed in a huge America themed dress, you couldn't hold it in any longer. You turned to Natasha and said 'I knew you were beautiful but I never knew you were Mrs America'. You barely finished your sentence with a straight face then Tony started howling next to you and you finally let lose. You were cackling like a witch and Natasha didn't help 'I'm going to kill both of you'.

'I hope you wear that dress while you do it!'

And with that Natasha left, you hoped she wasn't getting any knives or guns but you couldn't be sure.

The dandelions really did work.

You were in bed a few weeks later when you felt a rumble shake the tower and no doubt, wake the rest of the team. You ran out your door, to the stairs and you rushed through the stairwell door avoiding falling debris. You started to make your way down the stairs when you were met with a raging fire. You turned around to go back up but some debris had fallen down and blocked your path, trapping you with the fire.

Where were your dandelions now?

To Be Continued....

[heazueken]

I saw you were taking requests on your ao3 and I had to shoot my shot:

I read a fic on here yesterday about Vastaya Jayce and I’m obsessed~

If you take nsfw requests, would you be willing to write one of those? Maybe with trans Viktor? Maybe even a little bit of possessive Jayce over Viktor?

I need this vastaya Jayce thing to catch fire STAT

anon you made my day i am so excited for this you have no idea because i’ve had a specific idea about jayce for a good while now and i get to use that in this >:)) i had a lot of trouble looking up vastayans and which one i should assign jayce to so i apologize if this isn’t good enough or you imagined him as something else because i couldn’t find a lot of images for most of the subspecies that were listed (i am not a league player im sorry =_=U) i ultimately chose the more…wolf-like vastayan because well…let’s be real jayce fits that perfectly. anyway enough yapping which i love to do, please enjoy! 

viktor speaks more czech in this :3 do prdele - shit and kurva - fuck

Cured

*ೃ༄ summary: Viktor comes in with a hangover and Jayce is the only one to cure it

warning(s): MDNI, Vaginal sex, slight exhibitionism fantasy, vaginal fingering, ftm!viktor

pairing(s): Viktor/Jayce

w/c; 8.0k

Jayce wouldn’t call himself the most possessive person in the world, despite his tendencies to care just a little too much about other people. He’s a people pleaser, or at least tries to be, but his concern and way of “helping” almost always wasn’t appreciated and was often unwanted. He had some anxieties specifically about people being too cold (definitely doesn’t have to do with the fact his human mother lost two fingers in that terrible storm, no of course not) and it resulted in him constantly bothering Caitlyn to always keep a pair of gloves on her whenever she was on the job. He pesters and pesters and doesn’t relent until the other just finally accepts defeat just to get him out of their hair.

Then there was Viktor. The most stubborn of all people Jayce had ever met.

Stubborn didn’t even cover it, this man was a walking ball of anxiety for Jayce. He clearly didn’t take well enough care of himself, skipping meals, skipping his daily water intake, staying up late into the night. Jayce couldn’t have it and he specifically made it his job to make sure nothing bad happened to his partner.

He packs extra water, offering it when he can and sometimes Viktor refuses but Jayce could give him his puppy eye stare and somehow that was enough for him to accept it. He brings an extra sandwich to the workshop with him, telling Viktor he’s just much too full and he just has to eat the rest or else Jauce’s stomach could pop. It was clear as day to the older one that his Vastayan partner was trying to take care of him and he found a comfort in it, liking that at least someone cared enough about his health.

It took a few months to feel a sort of…obsession— you could call it— with Viktor. It had started very small, the food giving and telling him to pack it up and go to bed at 12AM, insisting he walk him back to his room. Then their talks became more personal, learning more about Viktor had been one of Jayce’s many interests. Scribbling often in his journal, questions to ask him and having some of them answered like his childhood in the undercity. The fact that he was alone for the majority of it only fueled this overprotective instinct towards him. He didn’t like seeing the solemn look on Viktor’s face when he told him how alone he truly felt but how he had created little inventions to help keep him company and exercise his ever exceeding mind had helped comfort him a little at least.

It had taken the Vastayan four years of working alongside Viktor for it to finally hit him that, yeah, his fascination with Viktor was more than that and he had fallen hard for him.

He’s sitting in their workshop, papers spread across the table with scribbles of equations and his pointed ears flick with irritation. He can’t seem to find the right factor to fit in his equation to aquire the desired effect. He grumbles and his chair creaks under his weight as he pushes it away from the desk.

“Aaargghh!” Jayce ruffles his head with clawed hands, messing up the neat, slicked back style of his hair and lets it fall over his forehead in half gelled sections. He slumps his shoulder and accepts defeat, letting his cheek press into the desk and stare at the paper with contempt.

The sound of the door opens behind him, the fuzzy brown ears atop his head perk up and one involuntarily angles itself towards the sound before he’s lifting his head to see who it is.  His heart thumps when he hears the familiar sound of a cane clicking on the stone flooring.

Viktor walks in, cane in one hand and a paper bag of something in the other. His gaze meets Jayce’s immediately and Jayce feels the air in his lungs get stolen out of him completely at the sight before him.

It’s not fair, it’s simply not fair when Viktor gets to look like that and other people get to see him. He’s disheveled, the bags under his eyes tell Jayce he barely slept a wink the night prior. His normally ironed shirt is wrinkly and not properly tucked into his trousers and what makes it worse— what makes Jayce’s animalistic urges bubble up to the surface is the glimpse of skin he can see past his neck. The shirt is unbuttoned, just enough so he can see the pale, soft looking skin of Viktor’s chest along with moles decorating the base of his neck and continuing down past the collar of his shirt.

“Hey,” He says with not much enthusiasm. “Sorry I’m late. I— uh, I was out last night and had one too many.”

That wasn’t like Viktor. He never drank. Anytime Jayce had proposed the idea they go get a pint together, Viktor always politely declined. Jayce tries not to take offense to the confession and instead focuses on what’s in his hand. He nods towards it.

“What’s that?” The paper bag has wet spots on the bottom of it and Jayce’s heightened sense of smell reaches his nostrils just as the words leave his mouth. Greasy meat, bread, cheese, potato—

“A sandwich I picked up on the way here to get rid of this terrible hangover,” The older one mumbles, finally limping towards the chair next to Jayce. Being the polite man he is, the blacksmith quickly makes room for his friend, grappling at papers and stacking them into a neat pile. Viktor sets himself at the desk with a sigh and leans his cane against the back of his chair. He reaches into the bag and pulls out the sandwich wrapped in brown paper.

Jayce watches him intensely, his mind focusing more on the fact that Viktor had come in looking like— well…a mess to be quite frank with you.

“So you went drinking last night?” He asks like he isn't going to ask a string of follow up questions.

His friend gives him the side eye before taking a bite of his sandwich. He nods, covering his mouth as he speaks.

“I did.” He says it almost suspiciously, ready to be asked another question because he knew his chimera partner all too well.

Jayce’s ears flick again and Viktor doesn’t notice.

“Who’d you go with?” Again, asking nonchalantly like the answer wouldn’t bother him in the slightest (it would no matter who.)

He doesn’t answer for what feels like a full minute, only the crinkle of paper and the pop of Viktor’s jaw with each bite. Jayce can’t even look at him when he answers.

“Ms. Young— Sky,” He corrects himself. 

Sky? Since when was he on a first name basis with her?

Jayce tries to ignore the clench of his jaw and his claws digging into his own thigh that rests there. He smiles, knowing it’s not very convincing.

“Well, I’m sure you had a great time.” He notices a mark on Viktor’s shirt, a little black streak of soot from yesterday's experiment with their new invention they began making a prototype for. The mechanical arm they had made emminated a powerful ray of light and in the midst of trying to get it to work, Jayce had accidentally charred part of Viktor’s uniform. Meaning…

“You didn’t make it home last night?” 

Viktor finally turns his whole body towards Jayce. The motion is quick and holds a heavy weight and he realizes he should not have asked that.

“Jayce, are you my mother or something? Why does it matter that I didn't make it home last night?”

He isn’t stupid, he’s seen the way Sky looks at Viktor with that blinding, loving stare every time he speaks to her. The way her cheeks would blush any time he gave her any sort of attention. He knew all too well of her crush because he acts the same way! His ears turn downward in irritation as he realizes Viktor has no idea of their assistants feelings towards him. He clenches his hand into a fist and taps it on the desk, this doesn’t go unnoticed and Viktor speaks again.

“What’s got you so worked up? Your fur is standing on end and every time I mention Sky you get this weird look on your face.” Jayce attempts to calm himself down and forces his ears back to their original state, standing to attention and facing his partner. He’s so bad at this, so terrible at acting like he hasn’t been thinking of the countless ways he would want to take Viktor right here in their workshop. He clenches his jaw once again and he has to stop himself from fully confessing then and there.

He relaxes, sighing, “I just worry. I know how Sky feels about you and I just—“

“How does she feel about me?” Viktor interjects, his voice raising slightly. He no longer looks tired now, he’s alert and he stares at his Vastayan partner and refuses to let him break eye contact. He sees a pain in Jayce’s eyes and his eyebrows furrow. 

Jayce is quiet for a moment, his right ear flicking as every version of what he wants to say travels through his mind and he decides to pick one to say. He doesn’t want to sound crazy or possessive, it was such a stereotype for someone like him to act like someone he cares for to be his property. Not that he even thought of Viktor as his property, he’s his own person after all! 

But he is yours. He belongs to you. An evil voice inside him states, tempting him to believe it. 

“Just…” He pauses, sucking in his bottom lip and chewing on it with his sharp canine. He’s close to drawing blood before he speaks again, “She likes you, like a lot…and…” He can’t look at Viktor anymore, his golden eyes flitting away from him and down to the table in front of them. He feels the heat of Viktor’s body move closer to him. He forces himself into Jayce’s peripheral to entice him to look at him again, he can’t help but relent.

“And..?” He’s so handsome. So, so handsome and Jayce feels like he’s going to pass out. Viktor’s eyes look like honey and they draw him in, the way he licks his bottom lip has his heart stutter in his chest. His emotions claw their way out from inside him and he struggles to hold his tongue, his chin trembling to withstand the words that need to escape his lips.

You never go out with me. You run off by yourself sometimes and disappear for a few days and come back and act like I wasn’t worried sick. Sky fucking likes you and I can’t stand the thought of her getting to spend time with you instead of it being me! 

“I worry you’ll be distracted…that your…commitment to our projects could diminish if you had someone distracting you.”

There’s a laugh, dry and cold. “Ha! Like I’m not already dealing with that,” Viktor bites and Jayce doesn’t understand the implications. 

Pause. There’s a beat, Jayce’s lips part as he stares in confusion, tooth gap visible and Viktor glances at it, smiling. Then he shuts his jaw tightly and stares at him with furrowed brows.

“I don’t really get it…dealing with what?”

He’s not this thick in the skull is he? Truly, he can’t be. Viktor laughs, casually resting his elbow on the desk and leaning back in his chair with an exasperated groan.

“Jayce. You’re joking, right? You’re—you’re messing with me.” 

Jayce looks at him like he grew a second head and was speaking gibberish. “I definitely am not. I don’t know what you mean.”

With a baffling look, Viktor is sliding his chair dangerously close to Jayce’s. Metal legs screech across the floor and his ears twitch at the unpleasantness, squinting one eye and cringing at the elevated sound thanks to his Valaryan blood. Viktor’s thigh is so close to his now that he feels the heat radiate from him, his face comes closer as well and it hinders Jayce speechless. He swallows nervously, his palms beginning to sweat. His lab partner stares back at him, eyes flitting across his face like he’s reading and decoding the expression he wears. There’s a hum from his throat and a clearing of Jayce’s as he desperately tries to avoid Viktor’s piercing stare.

Jayce is not one to be good at social cues. Ever since he was a child, despite being quite popular he was often picked on for “not getting a clue” as kids used to put it. It only got worse when romance was involved; Never being able to make the first move, always waiting on the sidelines or not picking up on the fact that a girl was very much into him until she finally said it. He didn’t like to assume things about anyone, especially people he had a major crush on and Viktor was exactly that. 

Why would he like Jayce, anyway? Surely Viktor could find someone way better, less nerdy, less…hairy in many places and less animalistic. 

Imagine his shock when Viktor leans in close, their breath coming together in a warmth that spreads between them. Then he finally speaks after assessing his lips for a moment.

“You don’t find yourself a distraction?”

Jayce doesn’t know how to answer that. Scratch that— he doesn’t understand the implications of what is being asked. His throat grows dry simply because of the fact Viktor is so close to him. His claws dig into his thighs and he struggles to hold eye contact for more than two seconds. He tries to answer, opening his mouth but nothing comes out. He really loses all ability to form even a single thought when Viktor’s hand is suddenly on his shoulder, slender fingers sliding up the collar of his dress shirt. His fingertips feel icy on Jayce’s simmering skin. 

“Do you ever look in a mirror? Seriously, Jayce.” His fingers slide across his thyroid muscle, going up and up until it reaches his jaw and he’s feeling the rough hairs of his beard. Jayce is in shock, too much so to move a single muscle except screw his eyes tightly shut.

He doesn’t answer a single question, but he attempts to speak, his voice coming out shaky and barely within a whisper. 

“You…Viktor, what— Are you sure you’re not still drunk?” He tries to chuckle, but it comes out awkward and breathy. He dares to open his eyes only to see Viktor is even closer to him, so close he can see the lines of bronze in his iris’ and the way his pupils dilate when their gaze meets. He can see the grooves of Viktor’s smile lines, the intensity of the purple under his eyelids and the shape of his two perfect moles. How he’s imagined kissing them gently…

“I’m sure,” He answers simply, his nails scratch gently at Jayce’s chin much like you would a dog and he almost melts at the touch. There’s no logical explanation for why he’s doing this other than the fact he’s pulling some sort of prank on Jayce, right? 

“You’ve been the distracting one.” He begins. “Always on my mind, always so close yet so far away. You eat away at the inner workings of my thoughts, Jayce.”

No.

“I think about you all day, from morning to noon to the evening. When I lay my head down I dream of you—“ Viktor is bold with his hand and moves it to card his fingers through soft brown hair, pushing it away from Jayce’s forehead. He reaches the spot where the ears on his head begin to protrude out, shocked by how soft the fur was and uses an index finger to lightly trace the natural shape of it and feel them tremble under his touch. It takes everything in Jayce to bite back a moan and before Viktor continues his gentle caressing, his hands follow back down the same path to his face once more . His thumb briefly swipes across the small scar on his eyebrow. “I think of the things we could do.”

This can’t be happening. 

He’s frozen, unmoving, afraid that if he dares move a muscle he could wake up from this dream he’s having. 

“You had me so pent up last night, all I could think to do to get rid of the frustration was go have a few drinks. You’re so unaware of what you do to me, Jayce.” Viktor cups his hand over his cheek, bringing his other hand to cup the other. His thumbs against his beard produce a quiet scratching sound and Jayce revels in the feeling, a low sound comes from his throat.

He finally speaks, his lips so, so close to Viktor’s. 

“What were you thinking we could do?” His heavy lashes flutter and his golden eyes meet his partners with a soft gaze. He’s letting himself be selfish, even for a moment. His curiosity finally getting the better of him. He had often pondered many situations with Viktor (most of them involving him laying him on the their project desk and fucking him until they’re both seeing stars) and he’s too fervent with his hunger to know exactly what the other had been picturing.

There’s a laugh that comes from his nose at the question. 

“You. On your knees and—“ Viktor’s cheeks actually turn pink and he seems almost too shy to continue. Jayce had never seen him act like that besides the many times he’s tried to get him to come along to the Council parties and meetings, always being standoffish to the idea of being perceived. He couldn’t blame him really. But seeing him like this— lids heavy with lust, lips parted and breathing unevenly, his fingers sliding back down to his throat and gently pushing them against his skin. 

“—And using your mouth to make me cum. Just using you for my own pleasure and making you beg for me to do it.”

Oh, right. Jayce had never much thought about their dynamic like that. He always tends to steer to one side of being the giver— not like he had much experience anyway, especially with another man— but he had taken the more dominant role in almost every sexual encounter he had. He had never considered the idea of begging to give.

Something clicks inside him, like flipping a switch or clicking the final puzzle piece into place. His eyes widen at the realization and his jaw almost drops to the ground. His face instantly turns red. 

They stare at each other for a moment, Jayce holding his breath and Viktor who seems like he’s waiting for a response.

“Oh…uh…” Jayce begins to tremble, his hands shake and he grapples hand fulls of the fabric of his pants to calm his nerves. The back of his neck begins to sweat and he can’t even think of what to say first. He had been imagining this for so long and he can’t even muster enough courage to tell him all the things he’s been thinking this entire time they’ve been partners. He doesn’t want to release a word vomit and yet—

“I’ve been thinking the same. Not—not the using me for your pleasure but—oh, but maybe I have…it would be nice, honestly. I’m all for it in fact! But, what I meant was I’ve been thinking about you just as much, all day, I think of you. I watch you—not like as in a creep sort of way! Just admiring you while you’re working, ya know? And—and I just—“

“Jayce.”

“Yes?” His cheeks are so red that Viktor attempts to soothe over them with his cold thumbs to diffuse the blood flow under them. He’s laughing, it’s soft and quiet between them and Jayce almost dies at the feeling of his breath coming in huffs against his face.

“Just kiss me already, will you?” 

“Oh—! Right…I’m sorry.” Could he be more cringe-worthy?

His nose gently bumps into Viktor’s and there’s a shared chuckle between them before Jayce is perfectly fitting his lips against his partners. He’s eager, almost too eager when their lips ignite this flame within him. Something shifted in the very fiber of his being and stars were circulating under his shut eyelids, almost making him dizzy. Or maybe it was just the taste on Viktor’s mouth; That sweetness of the cream he poured way too much of in his coffee, the slight bitter taste of the beans beneath it, the bacon, cheese and egg not making the best combo but that was okay because he’s kissing Viktor and Viktor is kissing him. 

There’s a hand he places on the base of his friend's neck, he’s careful with his sharp nails and warms the pale skin under his sweaty palm. He feels a chuckle escape past Viktor’s lips and into his own mouth before he‘s pulling away and speaks against his mouth.

“What?” 

Neither of them open their eyes, perhaps too shy to let the other see their expression of utter joy. Jayce feels the smile against him though when Viktor speaks.

“Nothing. Just…your palms are so sweaty. Do all Vastayan’s run this hot?”

They share a warm chuckle together.

“Just me, I think.”

And they continue. Jayce’s thumb swipes across the skin it reaches, his large hand could almost wrap around Viktor’s neck and it awakes something primal within him.

Mine. He thinks to himself, his hand tightening just slightly. He feels the bob of Viktor’s Adam’s apple under the pad of his thumb and hears the gasp escape him. Then he feels a tug on his shirt, and Viktor’s lips move much more incessantly than before like he’s eager for more. Jayce obliges, his mouth slotting perfectly against his and lips go from damp to wet and soaking with spit. Suddenly, Viktor’s tongue slides eagerly into Jayce’s and he’s caught off guard and his hand flinches around the base of his neck again.

“Mmmph—!” Viktor makes a needy sound, leaning closer, so close he’s practically about to fall off his chair. He kisses the man like this will be the last chance he gets, or like a man starved for any sort of touch. Jayce has never had such a partner react this way but it kindles a flame of intrigue, wondering where else he could touch Viktor to make him react in such a way.

He comes up with an idea. He pulls his mouth away and opens his eyes to feast upon the view that is Viktor with plump, red, kiss-bitten lips and a glossy glaze over his heavy lidded eyes. 

“Come here, Vik,” Jayce practically growls, his voice deep and purring in his chest as he wraps his clawed hand around Viktor’s thin arm. 

He makes quick work off his chair, leans a hand on the table to support his bad leg and gently sets a knee on the available spot outside Jayce’s thighs. He sets each knee down and slowly sits his ass against Jayce’s thick thighs.

It wasn’t until Viktor scoots himself to get comfortable that they both realize Jayce is rock hard. There’s a pause when his hands grab his partner’s waist and his fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt out of desperation. Jayce slowly slides his eyes up Viktor’s body to meet his wide eyed stare. Both of them are red faced and lips are parted slightly in shock, Viktor is the first to smile.

“Seems like I get to you too?” He supports a hand on his large shoulder and his hips slide deliberately up and down the length under himself. Jayce bites back a moan, sucking in his bottom lip and daring to keep eye contact with this cruel side he’s never seen of Viktor. 

The Vastayan’s ears flatten against his hair, with a mind of their own it paints a picture for Viktor exactly what Jayce could be thinking. He wants to reach out and touch them to see if he could get another reaction out of him, he’s been hypothesizing the effect of touching them at the base, or grabbing his tail (unfortunately he can’t reach that in the moment but he’s hoping he’ll have a chance soon). But instead, he continues to drag his crotch across the man beneath him, moaning when his nails dig into his skin. The sounds dripping from his mouth has Jayce believing he’s in the presence of angels, only someone as perfect and beautiful as Viktor could make such heavenly sounds.

There’s another sound that crawls up Jayce’s throat after his eyes screw shut. He can’t take it much longer, the feeling of Viktor dragging himself across him has him choking on his words. He tries to speak but it only comes out in a canine-like rumble in his chest. His hands grip Viktor so hard that the other is almost afraid he’d draw blood.

“Viktor,” Jayce growls, his grip is strong enough to completely still his hips from anymore torture. He needs him now. He needs to claim Viktor as his own, bite him in places where others can see and know that he belongs to a Vastayan, fill him so deeply so all Viktor can think is Jayce, Jayce, Jayce. 

He knows he’s not Viktor’s first and it’s not like that bothers him. He knows he hasn’t been sexually active after they met and thinking on it, Jayce wonders if this whole time Viktor has been wanting him the moment they agreed to be partners. It fuels him with a possessiveness and it’s so palpable in the air between them. Viktor’s eyes widen with an understanding almost immediately and he’s being lifted faster than he can protest.

“Jayce, what are you—?” He’s being picked up, Jayce is grabbing him at his hips and lifting him off his lap with such ease, what strength he has…it makes Viktor’s mind spin with desire.

He’s set gently on the desk in front of Jayce, he has to separate his legs to let the larger one in front of him fit between them. His elbows immediately find their spot on Jayce’s shoulders and Viktor’s hands tangle through his hair again; He can’t help it, it’s just so soft! His fingers massage at the base of Jayce’s velvet ears once more and he studies the way his partner's lips part to release a longing sound. His hands come up between them and he’s grabbing the first button on Viktor’s collar.

There’s a moment where they’re both holding their breath, Jayce pauses for a moment to do so and it feels like he’s asking for permission for a moment but ultimately decides that he can’t wait for permission. Viktor sitting here in front of him is enough consent for him. 

With both holding bated breath, Jayce begins unbuttoning Viktor’s shirt. His delicate claws are careful to not scrape against his skin and he feels his hands squeeze his shoulders with anticipation. It’s quiet between them, the room becomes still the more Jayce unbuttons and he looks up to catch Viktor’s stare when he reaches the last button. They look at each other for a moment, taking in the reality before them with a synced sigh. Viktor is first to lean in and kiss Jayce this time, his thumbs circling around the collar of his shirt like he’s done this a hundred times. They kiss tenderly as Jayce unfastens his shirt completely.

He pulls away then, ears rotating to face the man in front of him completely in curiosity, one flicks gently when Jayce’s hands slide beneath the fabric and push it off Viktor’s shoulders. 

He’s gorgeous. Of course he is, he doesn’t think there could be any part of Viktor that isn’t. Moles and freckles decorate his skin like the night sky, constellations travel across the pale skin and Jayce is already letting his fingertips follow the path of stars. His eyes dart across his chest and that’s when Jayce sees it.

Scarring around his nipples and just below the curve of where his pecs begin. The skin is pink, lighter in color than the rest of him and Jayce understands what the scars mean. He’s enthralled by the beauty and only wishes to see more.

There’s a break in the silence when Jayce swipes his thumb across one of Viktor’s nipples, he makes a sound that’s akin to a whine and Jayce barely notices his tail begins to wag with interest. He swipes it again except uses both thumbs, the pads of his fingers follow the faint scars and back up to draw slow circles around his areolas. 

���Jayce…” Viktor sighs, his chin ducks into his chest and his eyes squeeze shut. His composure is already waning and he doesn’t think he can wait much longer. 

Jayce seems equally as impatient and is leaving a gentle kiss on the juncture of Viktor’s collar bone. 

“Take off your pants, will you?” He murmurs with his teeth against skin and hands gripping wherever he can find purchase. It’s messy and awkward when Viktor’s hands fumble with the button of his trousers and he’s shimmying out of them on the desk. Jayce has to pull away to help him out of them and he’s met with a pair of black undergarments. His acute sense of smell catches the scent of Viktor’s excitement and his ears seem to perk up at it. His mouth begins to water and Jayce has trouble deciding what to do next.

Viktor slides his underwear off, his bare ass on the wooden desk. It’s not very comfortable— especially for him— but he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest when he looks down to anticipate Jayce’s next move.

“Have you done this before?” Jayce suddenly asks. He already knows the answer but needs the confirmation.

“A few times,” Viktor says in a quiet voice. “You?”

Jayce swallows hard, his hands falter and loosen on Viktor’s skin momentarily.

“Same here…it’s been a long time.” His gaze follows down the trail of brown hair that begins at Viktor’s belly button and down to the view of him hard and waiting.

Poking between patches of coarse hair is his partner's clit. It’s protruding and hard. He swears he sees it twitch when one of Jayce’s hands follow down the hair and to his pubic bone where he braces his four fingers over the bush of hair and lets his thumb hover his vulva.

“I know my way around this, though.” He breathes a chuckle, mouth open and watering.

He can feel Viktor tense up when Jayce’s thumb presses on the underside of his enlarged clit. He strokes back and forth a few times, watches the way it responds to his touch. He’s quick to notice the slick slowly oozing out of Viktor and forming a small puddle on the desk. There’s a feeling that blooms inside Jayce’s chest when Viktor responds to his continuous prodding with a deep moan. His thumb swipes down to where his entrance lays open and waiting, he’s gentle not to nick him with his claw.

“Jayce—“ He chokes on his sentence when Jayce slowly inserts his thumb into Viktor’s aching hole. It squeezes around the digit and he instantly wonders what it would feel like to have him squeezing around his cock. 

Viktor already looks spent, he’s panting and widening the space between his legs further and further for Jayce to see exactly what he’s doing. He responds well to his touch, gasping and moaning when Jayce grabs him roughly and scoots him closer to the edge of the desk. 

Anyone could come in. Anyone. But neither one seems to care— not when Jayce is taking his damp thumb out of his lab partner and circles his index and middle finger around the clenching entrance before him. 

“It’s been awhile for you, right?” He asks gently, like honey dripping from his mouth he sounds sweet and light. The Vastayan awaits the response by running the slick up and down Viktor’s vulva and circles around his dick slowly. He feels him twitch under his touch and it fills Jayce’s chest with a sense of pride. His mouth curls into a smile as it settles in his thoughts— Mine.

“Yeah…it has,” Viktor responds with a deep sigh. “What about it— ah!” His hand shoots for Jayce’s large shoulder, nails immediately digging into the fabric of his button up and his head throws back. Jayce thrust two fingers deep inside him. With a lustful gaze, he watches the way the older ones Adam’s apple bob when he releases an onslaught of pleas. His bad leg bends at the knee as much as it can and he holds it open to give Jayce more access. 

There’s a sense of satisfaction in seeing Viktor come undone by Jayce’s touch. He’s been dreaming of this day for so long and had fallen asleep quite a few times to this exact image. It’s festering and eating away at his mind, slowly consuming him and chipping away at what sanity he had left.

“I’ve got to make sure you’re ready for me, right?” Jayce asks in a hush tone. He’s lifting himself off his seat so he can tower over Viktor who’s clenching around his fingers and leaning back on his elbows. Jayce places his one free hand to brace himself on the table top and lean in close to press his forehead to Viktor’s.

“You’ll let me make you mine, right? Please, tell me you’ll be mine.” He sounds desperate but Jayce doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. 

Viktor sees the glimpse of his tail wagging frantically. He barely can focus when Jayce fits another finger inside him and he feels fingerpads prod and slide inside him. His fingers are so big, he knows this from the many times Jayce had laid his hands over his partners shoulders, or the way he gently caresses his warm hand over his back. Having them inside him however, proved to be a greater task and he wonders just how big Jayce is in those trousers of his.

Jayce is growing impatient, he knows he should stretch Viktor out more, he’s so tight around three of his fingers, he’s afraid that his dick might be too much of a task to work up to. God, he has to be inside him, though.

“Make me yours,” Viktor finally gasps. Their glossy eyes meet once more in a half-lidded, drunken stupor and their lips part as they begin to moan in unison. Jayce feels his pants strain against his erection. He can’t wait any longer.

With swiftness, he’s unbuttoning his pants, removing his hand from inside the older one and focuses on the painful pressure of the fabric encasing his excitement. 

Viktor works on the shirt he’s still wearing (the damn thing) and his soft fingers make quick work of the buttons. Furry hair covers Jayce’s chest and there’s a surge that causes Viktor’s heart to falter and his stomach flip at the sight of brown hair. His hand pets at it and lets his fingers travel across down to his lower abdomen. His stomach rises and falls with each harsh intake of breath from Jayce and Viktor is too preoccupied by the gorgeous hair that creates a trail over his pelvic area to notice that his partner is now naked in front of him. 

He’s too big. Much too big. Viktor’s stomach drops to his feet at the sight. Coarse dark hair frames his large dick and he glances at the already leaking tip. He takes in a deep breath and looks up at Jayce through his lashes.

“And how exactly do we expect this to fit?” He jokes. Jayce grabs himself at the base and guides the tip to Viktor’s entrance where he swirls the slick around slowly. Both of them lock their jaws open and release a moan together as he slides his shaft up Viktor’s vulva and thrusts lazily at his clit. He feels his partner get wetter with each second. Jayce braces each hand on the desk then and lowers his forehead to press it against Viktor’s to grab his gaze with his own.

“We’ll make it fit. You’re mine, remember?” He says with a desperation that’s palpable between them. Viktor can only nod, his heart in his throat. Jayce directs his tip back to his entrance and barely pushes in.

“Shaped just for me. Only I can have this.” He doesn’t just say, but demands it, not giving Viktor a say in the matter but they both know he wants this just the same.

“Yeah…” His partner breathes, staring down to where they’re almost connected. “Just for you, Jayce. Please…”

He pushes in without a single thought. He’s large and the head of his cock splits Viktor open in a delicious way. The warmth and wetness has him moaning and dropping his face into the others neck, he stills for a moment to catch his breath.

Viktor gasps when he feels Jayce twitch inside him and his walls clench and spasm with a need to suck more of him in. His body gives itself freely to Jayce, relaxing in a way it never has before and pulls him in so easily. He shifts on the desk in a more comfortable position, no longer is his ass halfway off the table but it sits fully on the wood and he draws his legs up and bent to rest the heels of his feet right on the edge. This gives Jayce the perfect view when he pulls away to see how much he’s gotten to fit. Just halfway it looks like.

His large fingers slide down Viktor’s body and meets his enlarged clit, poising two fingers on either side of it and begins to jerk him off slowly. His hips move precisely, pushing more inside every time he feels Viktor’s walls unclench, there’s a pattern to it much like his onslaught of whining and moans, repeating Jayce’s name like a mantra. There’s a system to claim Viktor as his own and Jayce is willing to be patient to get the results he’s aiming for.

“That’s it,” He breathes. “Taking me so well.” Their pelvic bones finally meet, coarse hair mixing together and skin on skin in the most intimate way. Jayce lets them rest like this for a moment, waiting for Viktor to catch his breath. He’s still barely said anything and knowing his lab partner for so long he knows that’s a good sign. Viktor is always one to stay silent until something irks him, or something doesn’t look right.

He keeps his intense golden eyes on Jayce and occasionally flits down to look how deep he is inside him. He finally looks again when their hips press together. Viktor is placing a hand on his lower stomach and presses down gently.

“Can feel you, right here…” He reaches to grab Jayce’s wrist and forces him to feel the same spot. 

There is the slightest bump and it fills Jayce with something animalistic. His tail begins to wag again and his ears turn and lay flat against his head as determination blooms in his chest.

He’s grabbing Viktor’s waist, the other protests for a second in a startle.

“What—“

Jayce pulls back, pulling out of him just halfway only to slam his hips back into Viktor’s. There’s a startling yelp from the man under him and his hands find purchase on his shoulders again to brace himself for the thrusting. 

The thrusts are relentless, Jayce is determined to watch the way Viktor’s stomach bulges just slightly with each hard plunge into him. They both watch in awe, his body giving in to his shape so easily and responding by tightening around him in an attempt to keep him inside.

It’s so risky to do this. They both know it, it had been eating away at the back of their minds. Anyone could walk in and see Jayce, a Vastayan plowing into his human partner and abusing his pussy in the most perfect way. Something about the thought though made Jayce fuck him harder and lean down to speak.

“Thought about how anyone could walk in,” He grunts. Viktor’s jaw locks open and he nods, looking up at him with tears in his eyes. Maybe it was from the pain of his thrusts or the pleasure of it, they didn’t seem to care or linger too much on the thought.

“Me too,” He gasps.

Jayce releases a precise shove inside Viktor, the head of his cock kissing his cervix. He thrusts a few more times before growling out another sentence.

“Stand there and watch me claim you. You’re mine and no one else gets to have you. They have to stand there and watch how your body only responds to me. This—“ His fingers press onto Viktor’s dick and he’s letting out a cry that they’re sure could be heard down the hall.

“Is mine, right?”

“Y-yes,” Viktor gasps, “Do prdele, Jayce, yes. It’s yours. I’m all yours.”

He tightens around Jayce’s dick, his clenching walls shudder around the thickness of him and he begins to convulse.

“Jayce, I—ungh— I’m—kurva— Going to cum.”

He’s close too quickly, but just as he confesses, Jayce realizes he’s just as close as him. The tightening in his lower abdomen finally moves to the forefront of his mind but he’s eager to make Viktor come to first. His fingers make quick work of his dick, drawing tight circles on it and stuffing his face back into his neck.

Viktor’s hands find themselves in his hair, his delicate fingers grabbing at his ears again and feeling the soft base of them. It triggers Jayce to release a moan and his hips falter in their rhythm slightly. Viktor flutters around him, a filthy wet sound fills the room including the trail of curses in his mother tongue.

“Viktor—“ Jayce says hoarsely, “Come on,” His fingers never cease, Viktor’s body responds by arching his back and hyperventilating as he draws closer and closer to his orgasm.

It hits him hard, he releases a drawn out moan of Jayce’s name and the other watches in awe as Viktor’s body releases a spray of a liquid. His eyes widen, halting all movement for a second before continuing to help Viktor ride his pleasure out. The liquid soaks their skin and the filthy sound of skin on skin increases. Viktor is throwing an arm over his eyes, face growing red as he’s too ashamed to even look at Jayce anymore.

He feels it run down the back of his thighs and Jayce feels it around his dick and drip onto the floor. He barely has time to even ask what it was before Viktor contracts around him just once and it’s enough to draw him to his own orgasm.

He pulls out quickly, as much as he would love to bury deep inside and finish inside him, he’s polite enough to at least paint the cessation of his pleasure over Viktor’s torso. 

They’re silent, both catching their breaths as their minds slowly come to and the clarity makes its way into their bodies.

Jayce is first to come to, apologizing profusely for making a mess all over him and quickly drawing his under and pants back up before scrambling away to grab some paper towels. Viktor rests on the desk, his legs have drawn in, there’s still an arm over his eyes and he’s let his back rest fully. It’s uncomfortable in his brace but he doesn’t care, not when he embarrassingly let himself go like that in front of Jayce.

He’s back and immediately helping wipe his cum off his stomach. Apologies pour out of his mouth and Viktor takes a peak to watch the concern grow on Jayce’s face.

“I didn’t mean to— well, I meant to but— what I mean is— oh, God—“ A stark contrast to the person that was just twelve inches inside him and claiming Viktor as his property. 

He smirks, no longer hiding from Jayce and rises back on his elbows again.

“Hey,” He says gently. “It’s okay. I’m embarrassed I squirted all over you.”

Jayce stares at him blankly. “’Squirted?’” He repeats. He wipes more cum off the brace around Viktor’s torso. “Is that what it’s called? I’ve never had someone do that while we were…yeah.”

“Neither have I. I’ve only ever been able to do it myself.” Viktor confesses with a slight smile. 

Jayce blushes. “Don’t tell me that.” Viktor cocks his head with the silent question.

“I’ll get too possessive over you. It’ll go to my head.”

“I think we’ve established clearly who I belong to. Wouldn’t you agree?”

They look at each other for the first time since they came down from their high and Viktor admires the softness of Jayce’s gaze. There’s a hopeful glint on Jayce’s eyes and he tries not to smile too eagerly.

“You…you mean that?” 

He doesn’t answer but instead draws him close and gives him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Let’s clean up. I’ll help.”

“No!” Jayce protests, “Let me! You’ll be sore soon enough and I can’t have you overworking yourself.” 

Viktor’s stomach flips and he feels like he might throw up over how sweet of a lab partner he has. No one had ever admired him the way Jayce did, let alone just noticing him. He was so used to being the last one to be thought of that watching Jayce clean the area around them, on his hands and knees cleaning the floor. Then wiping Viktor’s legs with a damp cloth and even going so far as to help him back into his clothes has Viktor feeling something he had never felt before.

For the first time he felt cared for and loved.

Once they finally collected themselves, Jayce couldn't seem to meet Viktor’s gaze anymore. 

“What is it?” The older asks, grabbing his cane and making his way over to Jayce.

He awkwardly stands in place, hands at his side and tail tucking in between his legs. Viktor has the urge to reach out and touch him, an instinct he’s been fighting for a good long while.

“I just…” His cheeks grow red. “I can’t believe I said and did those things…I felt like another person…”

Viktor chuckles and elbows Jayce gently. “It was definitely a side to you I had never seen before. But I’m just wondering when we’ll do it again.”

Jayce’s ears perk up and his tail stands to attention, he fights the wagging but loses the battle.

“Really? You…you want to do this again?”

For someone so smart he truly can be the dumbest person. 

“Jayce, would you mind joining me later tonight in my chambers for uh…part two, if you will?”

“Yes, I’d love to.” He says without a single thought.

“Then,” Viktor pats a hand on his back. “Let’s get back to work, hm?”

They walk back to the very desk and Viktor begins reorganizing the pile they had pushed aside in their aroused state.

“Your hangover gone now, then?” Jayce prods gently. 

“For sure. I’ll go to you to cure any crapulence, how about that?” 

He agrees and after a few more seconds, Jayce finally asks a question that’s been bothering him for a while.

“So…you don’t like Ms. Young, right?”

Viktor slowly turns to look at him, his mouth a straight line and eyes glaring.

“You’re really asking me that?”

Jayce nods. “Right. Sorry. Understood.” And he goes back to the equation that had him stumped earlier.

[star-lights-up]

Erik who works at a customer service call center and Charles who wont stop calling in because he wants to talk to Erik

(i’m bored and decided to bother you with this random idea)

Ohhhhh I love this!! This is so cute.

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I can just see charles, the old professory fart that he is (even in his thirties) having no clue how to work the new website the college is having the professers use for their classes.

Naturally, he calls the customer service line -- and it gets answered by this really sexy sounding guy with a german accent.

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Now, Erik, who's been floating around, well, the world, really, for the past... well, forever, really, no family, few friends, has just landed himself in America for the first time. One of those friends (probably Emma) gave him a low-level customer service job at one of their locations in the states, just for while Erik's getting settled and until he can find some real work as [insert job here. No, I'm not lazy. it's like mad libs].

The problem is that he's got a really thick accent, so he's been having this totally shit first day (lots of people asking him to repeat things, him stumbling over his words as he gets more and more frustrated with them and himself, supervisor glaring at him for how long he's taking).

Then this posh sounding guy (a complete idiot, by the way -- who can't figure out where the menu is on a website!? Click the fucking waffle in the corner) who gets everything Erik's saying right away.

Thanks to posh guy's attempts, they begin to strike up a bit of a conversation. Erik says that he's from Germany, but has been floating around a little. Posh guy says that he's lived in the states for most of his life, but was born in england and went to college there. He even speaks German -- something he attributes to his mutation, telepathy. Erik's ecstatic to learn that posh guy is a mutant -- the first mutant he's talked to in the states!!

Erik's supervisor is glaring daggers at him, and he's sure he's on the verge of being fired, so he tells posh guy that if he doesn't need any more help, he's got to go. Posh guy bids him farewell.

By some miracle, erik's not fired. And then posh guy calls again the next day -- and the next, and the next, and the next, and then one day he leaves his number and says for Erik to text him.

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Charles gives sexy accent guy his number and tells him to text anytime since he figures the man could use some friends here in the states. Charles knows what it's like to move around a lot, anyway -- between going back and forth from England during his childhood and back and forth between his parent's houses, he's got some experience. And the world is getting better, but it's still not super friendly to mutants.

Also, maybe, they could meet up sometime. And maybe sexy accent guy is sexy in person too.

Sexy accent guy texts him.

Hello

Also, my name is Erik

Charles grins at his phone, introduces himself, and puts forth the idea of lunch this weekend. A restaurant he frequents, not too near his apartment or his work, lots of people. The worst thing that could happen is that Erik is a 90 year-old-man, and even then, Charles could do with another friend.

Erik, after a few minutes of radio silence, agrees.

"Charles, this is probably the dumbest thing you've ever done." Raven sighs over the phone.

"Raven-"

"No, really. The dumbest. He could be a total psycho, or eighty, or-Why! Why, why, why would you do this?"

Charles lets her scream at him, putting his phone on speaker and lowering the volume (that, he knows how to do). She'll go on for a while -- he can read the paper while she does.

But of course, when Charles gets to the restaurant, there's this tall, hot guy with steel gray eyes and auburn hair standing outside. He pulls out his phone to text Erik, trying to ignore hot guy -- and then said guy's phone beeps.

"Erik?" Charles chances an ask. The man's eyes light up. He straightens, stepping forward, hand extended.

"Yes. You must be Charles." And there it is -- that sexy voice. He doesn't smile, really, not yet, but there's a look on his face that makes Charles know he really, really, really wants to see Erik smile.

(He does by the end of lunch -- it's a lovely smile).

(He's also kissed him by the end of lunch. He had a glass of wine, okay? Raven warned him not to, and he did anyway. He has no one to blame but himself. Thankfully, Erik didn't seem to mind at all).

(Erik's really fucking glad Charles kissed him first. He wanted to as soon as he saw him, really -- though that would've been wildly inappropriate -- but there was no way he'd have the guts to do it).

(Charles takes to calling the customer service line at his work and flirting in between his inane questions, making Erik blush and his boss glare at him. Honestly, he can't say he even minds).

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Is this.... anything like you were hoping for? XD Thank you!! This was a fun write after a tiring day -- good to stretch my brain and do something creative! Honestly, might turn it into a fully written oneshot at some point (if that's okay with you!!) Have a nice day/night, I hope your trip is going well!! <3

[bogkeep]

so im watching breaking bad for the first time

i've just started season 3, for reference. i didn't think i would binge this much so fast but i've been sick all weekend with little else to do u_u

i didn't know anything about the show except for the basic premise, and that certain demographics revere walter white as this Cool, Morally Complex, Badass Aspirational Character (and inversely, that skyler is an Annoying, Nagging Wife) - so i thought there would be a slow and gradual descent into darkness.

i was genuinely so surprised to learn that walter is sympathetic for maybe a whole two or three episodes before it becomes so so clear that he just wants to do crimes as an enrichment outlet and then die before he can experience any of the quencies. that he was fully buying into the idea of making this Big Sacrifice for his family and going out in a blaze of glory. like, he could have solved All Of His Problems by swallowing his pride and toxic masculinity for two seconds in episode 4!!!! but NO!!!!! he would rather go down a maelstrom of destruction and tear his family apart with lies and worry and when he learns that he WILL live to see the Quencies... oh boy!!!! oh boy!!!!!!!

incredible writing i'm enjoying it immensely. my poor friends have to witness my constant liveblogging of "AHH HE SUCKS SO MUCHHHHHH" "WHAT A HYPOCRITE!!!!!!!!! WALTER GET OVER YOURSELF" and "MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE YOU LIED TO YOUR FAMILY FOR MONTHS AND MONTHS!!!!!" and of course the occasional "pizza on roof hehe"

he's had a couple of Badass Moments (tm) so far (i liked it when he sploded the rich guy's car), but so far in the show he's such a pathetic, angry man taking his frustrations out on everyone around him. i can only assume the people thinking he's aspirational have bought into the narrative walter is selling (badly, might i add. his speeches suck so much. he's just constantly trying to justify the damages he's done to himself). he is Good at maybe one or two things but so clueless at everything else!!!!!

skyler's only crime is being a suburban white mom, she's being wayyy more patient and reasonable than anyone else would be in this situation holy shit. i am absolutely watching this show from a pro skyler and pro jesse perspective. i want good things for them!!!!! i want them to catch a break!!!!!!!!! unfortunately. the maelstrom of destruction

i also thought i knew what i was in for when i started the show but then there was the Meat Goop. that was so absolutely revolting

anyway this has been the newest isntallment of Haiz Engages With A Critically Acclaimed Piece Of Media Many Years After Its Hype And Having A Great Time Thank You Very Much

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmmmm read a disciple shen yuan/shizun luo binghe fanfic about two days ago where the first chapter was the Immortal Conference arc, and SQQ was the one who had to be pushed into the abyss (he was still the villain) except Luo Binghe was refusing and was like, lowkey losing his mind about SQQ being so close to the edge. SQQ ended up having to be the one to fall in himself because of the system's punishment system. The rest of the fic is leading up to that moment. But like, MMM i've been obsessively thinking about that first chapter for DAYS ever since.

now i've been in svsss for a grand total of *checks watch* a week. but god obsessed with that. I want to write/read a fic where disciple SQQ goes a little nuts down there. Like keep all of the things that make SQQ, SQQ, but just. Throw in a little bit more trauma in there. A little bit of a mental break. Let him go a little nuts as a treat. Just a tad unhinged. I wanna see him go, just a little, "god fuck it, i've tried so hard to change this shitty story's outcome and it feels like everything i've done has been for nothing. I'm going to die in this world no matter what I do, I've been doomed from the start, so might as well die the way I want to." and he just, breaks a little! Under all the stress.

He still retains the traits that makes shen yuan, shen yuan, like his overwhelming kindness. But he's just! yk. A little less patient. Paranoid. Jumpy. Colder. A little more aloof and closed off. A little more Shen Jiu. He's no asshole child abuser, but he was a Number One Hater in his past life and he's leaning into that old habit a little more now.

(On a totally coincidental not-at-all related note, there's not enough SJ-and-SY-are-the-same-people fics out there that i've found. This is totally unrelated...)

The Endless Abyss turns the mind into an over-sharpened blade, and SQQ is both fascinated and perhaps a little excited to explore a place that doesn't have a lot of info on it in the mortal realm, but still terrified out of his mind. And he's no Luo Binghe, he doesn't have the sheer brute strength and power to just bulldoze his way through, so he has to be a lot more sneaky and cunning if he wants to survive.

The fic itself role-swapped LBH and SQQ so that SQQ was the half-demon (which lowkey fucks) and LBH the human, but I'm equally-if-not-more obsessed with the idea that LBH remains the half-heavenly demon and SQQ the human. If only because I keep thinking about SQQ befriending some demons (particularly and specifically a group of succubi) and they grow very attached to this Human Cultivator so through magic plot stuff they create some kind of seal/illusion/talisman that makes SQQ appear as a demon because a human cultivator in the endless abyss may as well be the equivalent of putting a giant neon target on your back.

And iirc Shen Jiu was taught demonic cultivation by that one guy(?? i've only been here a week so im not caught up in ALL of the lore yet) so that could totally happen here.

(On the other end of the realms, poor Shizun Luo Binghe is just. losing his fucking mind over losing his most precious and beloved disciple. About .5 seconds from burning down the peaks himself. somebody sedate him.)

The Endless Abyss sucks and SQQ is having a really terrible time and can feel himself going lowkey mad, but also holy shit look at all this WORLD-BUILDING. look at all this flora and fauna, and oh if he had the equipment for it he'd be writing all of this down. ALL OF IT. He was kinda-sorta-already planning on never leaving the Abyss as some sort of fucked up self-exile and self-preservation thing, but now he might? actually just?? never leave if he can help it, like he lowkey likes it down here.

anyways the next time anyone ever sees SQQ again he's got hair so long its almost touching the ground and he's either in rags and half-feral or he's been completely dolled up by his adoptive succubi sisters and still about three seconds from biting anyone who tries to touch him. (he's also lowkey trying to book it back down to the abyss even if he has desperately missed all of his friends and shizun)

[dykedvonte]

I hate the stretch lines in the front of Curly's uniform because that means the devs rushed to make a model in like a month or so and thought "They gotta at least know he has huge knockers, gotta know he's got back pain." Cause like what is the thematic importance of his tits having overhang?

What responsibility is that representing? Breast reduction? It shows an inherent greed in his character due to the excess and heshouldletmeholdone and that he clearly is blinded cause if he tries to look down his damn ladder all he's seeing is his own cleavage.

[caramelmochacrow]

inyuose siblings yay! (i only got a few things abt them done)

[blackjackkent]

So. Rakha's pretty shaken by her trip down memory lane via noblestalk.

They really need to head down to the beach and across the lake to start hunting down Nere and the path to Moonrise, but I think after the noblestalk they end up just making camp where the bibberbangs used to be because it's clear Rakha isn't going to be up to anything for the rest of the day.

It takes her a long time to go to sleep; she spends several hours pacing the edge of the camp like a frightened animal and staring out into the darkness. She can feel the very slight staticky buzz of the sussur tree not too far off. Her head spins with the half-articulated memories left over from the mushroom trip.

She's relieved when Wyll comes to find her, even though she doesn't want to admit it. She's been avoiding him since Ethel's betrayal, feeling afraid of what that brief foray into trust cost her. But when he steps into her path, intercepting her frantic pacing... she does feel something ease a little in her chest.

"Hey," he says softly.

She doesn't answer. But she does stop pacing, and sits down abruptly near him. It's a tacit invitation; slowly he sits down at her side, not touching her, but watching her profile in the half-light.

"Are you all right?" he asks.

She shakes her head.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Another shake of the head.

"All right." They sit in silence.

She lifts her hands after a moment and conjures a line of dancing lights over her palm. They spin in a lazy circle, casting weird shadows along the walls of the cavern.

"That tree..." she mutters. "I keep wondering if it will disappear again."

He nods. "It did feel odd, didn't it? It was the flowers, I think, so as long as we stay clear of those, it'll be all right." A pause. "Truth be told, I didn't mind it. A few moments with Mizora disconnected... but it's different for you."

"It felt like my heart was torn out," she says flatly.

He offers a slight, almost shy smile. "Well. We can't have that," he murmurs.

She flicks her eyes sideways to him, and then away again. It's dissonant, strange, the way she wants to smile in answer to him while all these terrible memories run through her mind. "I cut someone open," she says abruptly.

He looks startled. "What?"

"In the-- I remembered--" The words won't come out in coherent order. She tries again. "The mushroom... I remembered a..." She has to think for a moment to come up with the word. "Laboratory. I think. Walls full of jars. Of brains. Livers. Hearts. There was a man on a table. Alive. I cut him open. I enjoyed it."

She draws a sharp breath and squeezes her eyes closed as the beast urge in her head growls eagerly at the memory of the blood, of the flesh sliced open under the scalpel.

"Hell's great fires..." Wyll mutters. His eyes narrow tightly in concern. She half expects him to turn away, repelled by the scene she describes. But he looks at her steadily. "Something you remembered from before the Nautiloid?"

"I think so."

He frowns. "You walked a dark path," he says quietly. "That much is obvious."

She scowls at the ground. "You said once that I carry my own light."

"And I still believe it."

"Why?"

"You tell me." He smiles faintly. "What are you thinking about that memory?"

A long, long pause. "I have learned," she says slowly, "from you. From Lae'zel. From Halsin and Karlach. Purpose in killing. The cruelty... is the beast. Not me. It was stronger then, I think."

He nods. "That is what I mean," he says gently. "The light - I see you trying, learning, holding yourself back. Not everyone would be strong enough." He gives a low, rueful chuckle. "Gods know I can tell it isn't easy. But it's the things we do that aren't easy that mean the most."

She swallows, feeling a sudden tightness in her throat. "I wish you did not comfort me," she mutters. "It would be... simpler."

She sees his eyes brighten just a little at the words. "Well, then," he says. "Long live the complicated."

[gregoftom]

GOD i am trying so fucking hard not to read into the fact that tom repressed the shit out of how he actually felt when he learned he probably won’t go to jail and then when he went to greg, he could. express it. you know. he could be himself. i really hate so much what i read into it BECAUSE I SHOULDN’T BC I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS LATER AND I SHOULDN’T TRUST THIS SHIT BUT ARHJARHA HOW CAN I NOT WHEN HE’S REPRESSED ASF PER USUAL BUT THE MOMENT HE GOES TO GREG OR IS ALONE WITH GREG HE EXPRESSES HIMSELF FULLY, HIS RAGE, PAIN, [MANIC] HAPPINESS, AFFECTION. I HATE THIS SO MUCH. AND GREG IS IN THE CORNER COWERING BC HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND THAT THE REASON TOM ACTS THIS WAY AROUND HIM IS. no. i Refuse to read That into it. but yall get what i’m saying right. 

AND THEN THIS

are you fucking kidding me. like was that really fucking necessary.

[shiningsagittarius]

Brain worms in the tags

[thursdayg1rl]

killing myself in front of the houses of parliament to change their life tragectories forever. and then maybe they will consider trying to make life easier for people in abusive situations