#don’t worry I have plenty of more art coming your way

[ladyblackbirdart]

Forgot to post this yesterday my b

𝙄𝙛 𝙄 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪…

INKTOBER DAY 25: Abduct

For today’s prompt I instantly knew I wanted to draw Joel taking Ellie out of the Firefly hospital. So although today is a simple screen cap redraw, it holds so much meaning to me and I’m sure to many of you as well. Everyone knows how much I love Abby, but I also love Joel. The Last of Us came out when I was still in high school and I’ve loved it since then. The dynamic between Joel and Ellie was so real that it has left a lasting impression on many generations- that alone is a FEAT!

Speaking of feats… today is sadly my last official inktober. I’m feeling the burnout and I don’t want to create sloppy pieces just to say I did it. This inktober was probably one of THE most important projects I’ve ever done. I’ve been doing art my whole life and I’ve always been in awe of the artists that could do inktober. But here I am! I did it! And I am so proud. I have a few more pieces for this set I’d like to complete but I’m going to do so on my own time. Huge thank you to everyone for being here and for your support. YOU are my light in the darkness.

[ily-fictional-women]

Since Agatha is coming back for us real soon, I'd love to read more of her. I know you just posted a fic for her not so long ago, but if you have any more up your sleeve, I'd love to read it

Faithful Familiar

Summary: Villains have hearts— it’s just that their minds are set on other things. Not every “villain” is a monster. 

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x fem!familiar!reader 

Warnings: Minor Agatha All Along spoilers (like really small I swear)

Word count: 1361

a/n: Happy Halloween everyone! What’s a better way to spend the night than with your favorite witch? So in this scenario, witch familiars can shift from their original animal form to a human form at will. So yes, it is similar to Diaval in Maleficent. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

1972

The two run panting hand in hand down the alleyway. “Okay was it necessary to do your whole power-draining thing while we’re here,” Y/n asks continuing to drag Agatha to some kind of safety. Agatha chuckles, “No it wasn’t necessary. But it was something I felt like doing. It’s not my fault they had some pets.” She grins to herself, “What were they called again?”

As Y/n tries to make a sharp right turn she’s stopped by two women geared up with a variety of potions and weapons. One of the women steps forward, “Have and we are the Daughters of Liberty! Humans sworn to protect witches in-” Agatha cackles. “Blah blah blah blah. Ladies! You deserve a vacation!”

Rolling her eyes at Agatha’s snide remark Y/n begins dragging her down the alleyway in the opposite direction. Agatha smiles at Y/n, “Oh come on! Not even a pity laugh! That was funny and you know it.”

“No time for that Agatha.” Y/n peers over her shoulder to see how far away the other women are. They’re still chasing not that far away but one is readying a lasso that has a glowing blue tint to it, binding magic Y/n thinks to herself. Y/n pushes Agatha ahead of her, “Go!” 

Agatha’s face flashes with concern for a split moment. “Just take a right then a left, there should be some stores nearby to hide out in. I’ll be right behind you don’t worry,” Y/n says assuringly. 

One of the Daughters of Liberty begins to throw down her lasso as Agatha runs farther away, managing her timing though Y/n knocks down one of the trash cans lining the alleyway. Looking above her head though the lasso begins to fall on her. Before it can cinch to her waist though she manages to create a big puff of black smoke, shifting into her crow form. 

Flying much faster than the women can run Y/n catches up to Agatha just enough to see her enter a crafting supplies store. Landing and shifting back to her human form Y/n enters the store her eyes set on Agatha. Alone in a paint supplies aisle, Y/n wraps an arm around Agatha’s waist. 

“There’s plenty of stores nearby why this one? You’re not much one for arts and crafts.” Agatha shrugs. “It was either this or a poultry deli,” she teases. Y/n rolls her eyes cracking a small smile, the moment quickly fades though, as a dagger flies right by Agatha’s head tearing through the paint canvas next to her. 

The witch and crow bolt running through the store as the Daughters of Liberty follow. The Daughters of Liberty finally catch up though one blocking each end of the knitting aisle. Agatha and Y/n stand back to back being similar situations too many times to count.

Agatha’s hands begin to whirl with purple energy, “You think you can handle the one on your end?” Y/n pulls out the feather-shaped dagger strapped to her side, “Always. Let’s put on a show though, we should have an audience within a couple of minutes.”

As Y/n lunges for the woman on her end with her blade, Agatha smiles cockily at the woman on her end. “I think I’m gonna take my time with you little thing.” Clouded with anger the woman tries to lunge at Agatha with the blue-tinted lasso but Agatha simply raises her arm with a slight elegance. 

Purple tendrils begin to wrap around the woman’s hand and arm. “Ah! Drop it!” Immediately in saying so the woman drops the lasso letting it fall to the floor. Agatha inches closer to the woman keeping her hold on her. “Now I’m curious, why be so loyal to something dead?”

The woman grits, “We live to protect witches wanted dead, even if it’s by other witches.” Agatha scoffs, “Well you sure did a poor job of that.” Using her free hand the woman grabs a knitting needle stabbing it into the arm Agatha had been using to keep a hold on her. 

As Agatha jerks her arm back at the pain the woman does not loosen her grip causing the needle to tear through Agatha’s arm leaving a long gash in it. Ripping out the needle the woman tries to go in for a second stab— unfazed Agatha simply examines the wound groaning, “Well that wasn’t very nice.” 

Using her good hand Agatha makes the woman punch herself hard enough a few times to knock her out. Turning Agatha sees Y/n finish off the other woman quickly stabbing her in the stomach with her feather-shaped blade. 

Meeting Agatha’s gaze Y/n quickly notices the cut on Agatha’s arm, she cringes at the site. “Shit, are you okay?” Straighting out her shirt Agatha sighs, “I’m fine. This is why I don’t do hand-to-hand combat though. It is so for losers.” Y/n quirks an eyebrow at the last comment making Agatha grin with amusement. “I mean that with no offense to you obviously,” she says sarcastically.

Y/n nods in mock agreement, “Sure.” 

“Mom?” Agatha turns around the question, the voice familiar. “Nicky?” She mutters to herself trying to follow the voice. “Mom?” All other noise and sound don’t reach Agatha besides this voice, and from the sound of it, it’s coming from the back exit of the craft store. 

Making it to the alley she hears the voice echo out again, “Mom?” Turing in that direction she sees a short figure with its back turned a few feet away at the the end of the alleyway. “Nicky.” She feels some sadness swell up inside her she doesn’t care how or why this happening anymore. 

Falling to her knees closing her eyes and going in for a hug she feels a tightness wrap around her, a painful tightness though. Looking down she sees the blue lasso wrapped around her, it wasn’t real. As the blue glow on the lasso fades she hears another voice. “Agatha!”

Y/n kneels in front of her cupping her face. “Hey, hey. Are you okay? The girl you knocked out released some kind of bottled spell. You were gone when I snapped out of it, then say you and-”

“I want to go back to the apartment.” Agatha’s voice was drained of emotion, her eyes prickled with tears. Y/n lifts Agatha up by her good arm her voice softer now, “Yeah, we can go back.” 

//

Settling Agatha on the couch Y/n grabs the first aid kit from the bathroom sink, sitting next to her Y/n attempts to start cleaning the wound. As the alcohol swab makes contact with the wound Agatha snatches it from Y/n snapping at her. “I can do it myself!” 

Y/n calmly lets go of the cotton swab, “You saw him, didn’t you?” Agatha stares at the wall in front of her unresponsive, which for Y/n was plenty enough of a response. Standing up Y/n puts on a long coat before kissing Agatha’s forehead gently, cupping her face once more.

“I’m gonna go out and get some food, mostly to give you space. While I’m gone please just take care of that cut. Okay?”

“Fine.”

//

Standing in front of a window display of TVs a woman stands next to Y/n. “How is she?” she asks. Y/n sighs deeply not facing the woman, “Why don’t you just ask her yourself sometime Rio?” 

“Now’s not the right time.” Rio’s face gets serious, “Seriously though. How is she?” Y/n shrugs finally facing her. “Not great this second. One of the Daughters of Liberty used an illusion spell, she hallucinated Nicky.” 

Rio conjures some flowers holding them out to her, “Just take care of her for me alright?” Taking the flowers Y/n nods, “I live to serve her. I don’t do it for just you anymore. It hasn’t been that way for decades.” 

“Good, she needs all the love she can get. Even if she is stubborn.” As Rio begins to walk away Y/n chuckles a little. 

“You leaving to go clean up her mess?”

“Always.” 

[cottondo]

hey! been scrolling your page for the last two minutes, and i think its really cool! i like the short story's you do, and i was wondering if you can do angle dust&husker x reader? husker and angle already have an established relationship in this, but maybe when a new patron for the hotel comes they take interest in them? just an ask! thank you!

Hi hi ! Im SO sorry I took FOREVER TO GET TO THIS OMG @airhead-arts

Here you go ! Also really sorry how trash it is , I’m not really proud of my writing lately 🥲❤️‍🩹

Requested ;

Angel x reader x husk

After coming across a hotel for sinners that seek redemption, you stuck a free place to live that offered food, room and board. It was nice, overall. Didn’t have to worry too much about somebody crawling inside your window, trying to kill you in your sleep. Then, there was the clientele. Most of them, super friendly! Alastor seemed a little creepy and weird, but you paid no mind to him much.

But, one of those certain ‘patrons’ living there, rent free, was Angel Dust.

Yep. The porn star.

You honestly couldn’t believe it- - but then again, anything was possible, you guessed.

You sat at the bar, which was surprising in itself, and sipped on a fruity mixture in a fancy little glass that the cute bartender poured. “New in town, kid?”

You nod, giving a slight lopsided frown. “Yeah- - well, no.” A bit dazed, your figure sits up straight out of thought. “I’ve been in hell for a few months now.”

Husk leans his arm on the counter top, and wipes out an empty glass. “So what’s gotcha so down?” He raised an eyebrow towards you, to which you glanced up from your glass and opened your mouth to respond; However, you were cut off by another voice that crept up from behind you.

Two hands trace their way up your arms, parking on your shoulders. The head leans down to your ear and smirks. “Because they haven’t said hello to me, yet.” A voice purrs in your ear. You pause, eyes widening, as you glance to your right and see a familiar face smiling at you.

Husk rolls his eyes, and stands up straight with annoyance. “Angel, leave ‘em alone. You don’t have to flirt with everyone you lay eyes on.”

Angel shrugs, still taking the liking to you anyway. “Oh, please. Y/N loves it~” He smirks down at you.

You laugh up at them, taking Angel’s hand and pulling it off from your shoulder. “I mean, I think you’re just coming on a little strong,” There’s a giggle under your tone as you catch them both stare with confusion. “But it’s fine with me.”

Angel shrugs, snapping out of the daze, and smiles. “See? Told ya!” He sneers over at Husk. “Why don’t I give you the ‘grand tour’~?” His head tilts down at you.

You were about to respond, but glance over to Husk as if looking for his approval of something.

The bartender lets out a huff, stepping around from behind the bar to situate himself beside you. “I think you’ll need a chaperone.” He mumbles with a dull look to his eyes.

You’re plenty amused, now. If you didn’t think this place was gonna be fun before, well shit - you certainly do, now.

With a laugh, your figure slides off the barstool and then glances between the two demons. You take Husk’s hand, then with your other, lock arms with Angel. “Guess I’ve got myself two tour guides.” You smirk.

Husk gives you a little smile in return, looking down at your hands, while Angel nudges you gently, “The more the merrier, doll face~”

[shootingstarwritings]

Body a Day #9: School

Being the out and proud art teacher at a high school deep into the Bible belt wasn’t easy, but Manuel ‘Manny’ Martinez did his best to make it work. Although he knew that his hometown wasn’t perfect, he simply had too many roots here to let it all go. And it wasn’t all that bad. Despite some glares from a few of the parents here and there, Manny made sure to with Pride; Pride not for himself, but for all the students that lived closeted and unsure of themselves.

Because of that, Manny tried to petition to the principal, Harrison Hayden, regarding a Gay-Straight Alliance for the students to have. “You’re quite tenacious, Mr. Martinez,” said Principal Hayden, looking quite unimpressed. “This is… what, the fifth or sixth time you’ve asked me to allow your gay club?”

Manny didn’t miss the way that Principal Hayden always used ‘Mr. Martinez.’ He called just about every other member of that by their first name. However, Manny didn’t allow that to bother him. “Well, it’s not really a ‘gay club.’ It’s more a place for students of all types to come together and—” He was cut off as Principal Hayden cleared his throat and then talked about how much the parents of the student body would protest such a club and cause a scene.

Manny tried to explain the marginalized students, but it was soon clear that Hayden wasn’t going to listen.

That night, he mentioned the whole ordeal to his partner and husband, Terry. “I have to admit,” said Manny between spoonfuls of spicy spaghetti, “This was the most PC way anyone has even told me, ‘No way faggot,’ before.”

Terry clicked his tongue. “Piece of shit, principal,” he muttered as he wound up about half his spaghetti onto his fork. “Straights just can’t comprehend the situation not only being all about them.”

Manny nodded but shrugged. He wasn’t sure what to do know. There were plenty of students that had expressed interest, but Principal Hayden didn’t seem to think they were worth considering in comparison to the rest of the school. “If only there was a way to change his mind… or just changing the principal.”

“Hmm… well, there might be a way for me to pull a few strings,” said Terry. As he hummed in thought, Manny felt chills run down his spine as he saw a familiar and maniacal grin.

“Terry, no.”

“Oh, c’mon! As if you even know what I’m thinking.”

“I don’t need to be a mind-reader to know that it’s insane. Don’t you remember what happened last time? I still have nightmares.”

“Like you didn’t enjoy me giving you that boning,” said Terry. Last Thanksgiving, Terry had offered to use some kind of technological app to allow the couple to shapeshift for the long weekend. Unfortunately, due to some kind of glitch in the program, Terry and Manny ended up turning into dogs for a few days. It was only by some divine miracle that they didn’t end up as fixed or female dogs, according to Terry. “Point is!” said Terry, motioning to move on with the conversation, “This time, I’m gonna do a test run to make sure that my little app works properly. Trust!”

Without waiting for Manny’s response, Terry rose from his seat and rushed over to his study—completely forgetting that it was his turn to do the dishes. “Never marry a programmer,” sighed Manny, but he still couldn’t help but smile. That manic look in his eyes, the excitement in his voice… Manny couldn’t help but love all of it. It was pretty hot, too.

Terry spent the rest of the night in his study, only coming out as Manny, clad in just a pair of boxers, was preparing for bed. Before Terry said anything, Manny walked over to his dresser and handed him a glass of water.

“Oh, thanks!” said Terry before gulping it down. “Hey, how’d—”

“Every time you lock yourself in your study you always forget to eat and drink,” said Manny, chuckling.

Terry smiled, almost swooning. “You know me so well, honey. So, ready for the test run?”

“Test run?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be the only doing the dangerous stuff,” he said, practically bouncing from foot to foot in excitement. When Terry was that excited, Manny found himself having a hard time rejecting him. Eventually, the couple shut off the lights and cuddled together in bed. For whatever reason, Terry hadn’t elaborated, but just insisted that they go to bed like normal. “You’ll see, just watch!”

Manny lied on his side and waited. He was the smaller spoon even though he was physically larger. But after a few minutes, Terry eventually drew back. “Hmm…? Terry?” Just before Manny looked back, he felt some kind of slimy tentacle-like creature force itself into his mouth. “Hmm?! Mm—!” Mmffm!” He tried to struggle, but found his limbs felt heavy and almost completely unresponsive.

Just what was happening? What was wrong with Terry and why did this feel so right? Manny wasn’t sure what Terry had planned, but he couldn’t help but enjoy that wonderful feeling of being penetrated. It was usually him being the top while Terry would hum or just get distracted, so allowing Terry to take the lead was a nice change of pace… whatever this was.

It truly felt as though something was robbing every part of Manny. First, the control over his fingers and toes disappeared first. Then, his legs and arms became numb as a warm yet foreign feeling engulfed his writhing body. It was like soaking in a hot spring or getting a massage by an expert masseur. “Ohh… oh god, Terry, don’t stoooop…!” Manny writhed and trembled on the bed with such intensity that he was worried his brain would short-circuit.

As Terry’s essence finally became coating Manny’s brain, Manny peeled away his boxers and began to jerk himself off. “Ohhh, it feels so good!” It was like making love together for the first time. Terry’s essence filled each crevice and wrinkle, lighting up each and every single one of Manny’s pleasure centers with such intensity that Manny’s vision went white. “OHHH, FUCK!” Manny’s hips thrust high into the air, cum rocketing out of his barely-touched cock as Manny happily became a passenger in his own body.

What had occurred was nothing short of miraculous for the young couple. Panting, they lied, together in Manny’s body, on the bed that they had each called home so many times. A slight sheen of sweated coated Manny’s face and chest, but neither of them minded. No, there was something comfortable about lying in one’s own natural musk.

Eventually, using Manny’s voice, Terry said, “Y’know our plan for tomorrow, right?” Manny, somehow knew exactly what was running through Terry’s mind. No words needed to be shared, Terry was just indulging in the subtle yet pleasurable joys of using Manny’s voice as his own. They shared one heart, one mind, and one body. It was almost depressing, for both of them, to even think about separating.

“But for tonight, we can be like this,” said both Terry and Manny. They hugged themselves and enjoyed the feeling of softly humping the sheets as they peacefully slumbered.

The following day went about as expected. “I’d like to just have a quick word afterschool,” said Terry with a smile that looked uncanny on Manny’s softer face. Principal Hayden didn’t seem to notice or care and just gave him a weary, “Sure.

“But, Mr. Martinez, I really doubt that you’ll be able to change my mind,” he said.

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that, sir,” said Terry, and inside Manny couldn’t help but chuckle.

Terry was at the principal’s door as the final bell rang. He slipped inside without knocking, a pool of Terry’s essence already filling up Manny’s mouth. “Mr. Martinez, can’t you at least knock?!” was the last thing Principal Hayden was able to say before a dark tendril shot its way into his mouth. With the waning control over Manny’s body he had left, Terry shut the door behind him to make sure no one could hear Hayden’s struggles.

Principal Hayden’s back curled into a C and his thighs quivered as more and more of Terry’s essence invaded his body. The whites of his eyes slowly filled up with that shade of dark as his weighty figure convulsed. Any struggles and moans were muffled thanks to Terry’s entrance.

Soon, all of Terry had flown into Principal Hayden’s mouth with a wet slurp! Manny rested his palms on his knees, panting. Already Terry’s lack of presence in his body weighed heavily on his psyche. It had only been a few seconds, but Manny dearly missed him.

Luckily, if everything worked out, they would be reunited much sooner than later.

Hayden’s body came under Terry’s control much faster than Manny. “Didn’t want to play around?” Manny asked with a smirk.

‘Hayden’ smiled back. “Nah, love,” said Terry as he rolled his shoulders, trying to stretch out a crick. “This body ain’t as cute as yours. But it always feels nice to dominate a homophobic fuck.” The belt became undone, and soon Hayden’s slacks were on the floor. Leaning back, Terry raised Hayden’s legs and rested them on the chair’s armrests. His ass was in full-view, ready to be bred. “Before I approve of your club, Manny,” Terry forced Hayden to say, “I need a bit of convincing. What say you and I talk, man-to-man?”

“Of course, Principal Hayden,” said Manny, unzipping his own jeans and stroking his hardening dick.

~o~

The next day was quite the blur for Principal Hayden. Not only has he apparently approved of Mr. Marti—no, Manny’s GSA club, but he had even given statements regarding the reaction from outraged parents. “All students of all walks of life are welcome in our community,” was his thesis as he spoke to news station that had covered the story.

When had he become so passionate in such a thing? Hayden wondered that to himself as he showered for the night. Strangely enough, it felt like he was waking up from a dream as he showered. Was he disassociating the whole time while he didn’t notice? No, he still remembered doing everything he had done the past few days. It felt like only just now did he realize what he was able to do.

However, one person in Hayden’s life seemed happy with his decision. As Hayden stepped out of the shower, he saw his wife, Natasha, watching the news and looking giddy. “Hey,” she whispered as he took a seat next to her. “Do you remember my sister’s kid? Well, she came out a trans recently. Her name’s Arianna now.” Natasha leaned toward Hayden and rested her head on his shoulder. With her free hand, she rubbed his belly. “Girl keeps talking about how excited she is to attend your school next year.” Natasha kissed Hayden on the cheek. “You did well today, dear. Her and loads of other kids are real happy about what you did.”

Huh, guess I did…

~o~

Manny looked up from his book as he saw Terry saunter in while panting. “What took you so long?” he chuckled as Terry collapsed on the bed.

Voice muffled, Terry answered, “Just had to make sure the bastard didn’t throw you under the bus.” He turned to his side and faced Manny. “I had to make sure he didn’t change his mind last minute or tried to screw you over, but it’s all good now.”

“Why? Did you do something to him?”

“Nah, nothing like that. Just… he realized the lesson that every bigot’s got to at some point: someone y’know’s got a flag of their own.”

“Well said, dear. So, I’m guess you’re far too tired to go at it tonight?” In response, Terry began to snore. Sighing dreamily, Manny cuddled with his husband and pecked him on the lips. “Good night, dear. Thanks for everything.”

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Hi Evie! 

God, I’m so sorry it’s been so long. Life is chaotic. I’m doing stuff all the time and I really haven’t had a minute. 

College is great. It’s intense. It’s so different to what I expected, although now that I’m saying it, I’m not sure what I expected at all. I’m not sure that I really thought about what it was going to be like. 

There’s art, obviously, a lot of it, and all of the time. We have drawing classes and painting classes, classes about composition, sculpture, art history and theory, and other stuff too that I can’t even recall off the top of my head. We were on a trip last week, out across the city drawing buildings and things like that, and it’s given me this new appreciation for how interesting Berlin really is. I’m learning about all of this history, and then recording it on the page by drawing it. I can’t really overstate how amazing it is to be surrounded by so many people who love art the same way that I do, and I’m thinking about you when I’m living my life like this, about how much you’re going to love it when you’re finally free from Tullamore, and you can go to art college. You’re going to have the best years of your life, so don’t worry about all that’s going on at school right now, and with Kelly and whatever. Things are going to get so much better. 

I go out a lot these days. Drinking, yes, but it’s not really like the way that we used to party and drink in Dublin at all. It’s so much more vibrant and fun, and there are all of these amazing bars and clubs with different themes. I got out with my friends like, three or four times a week, and sometimes I don’t even drink, I just dance, and that’s enough. I meet plenty of interesting people when I’m out, too. There’s always someone new to get to know. 

We did go to this club last week, though, it’s famous. Berghain. Jonas and some of the others like techno, which I’m not sure about yet, and sometimes they go there to dance. It’s open a few days a week, and you can go literally any time of the day, which is crazy. I mean, you can go in at seven in the morning if you want to, and you can get lost in there for three days. Jonas told me all these stories about the kinds of things you can do and… I don’t know if I want to repeat it. I honestly feel like you wouldn’t want to know. 

I mentioned we went, but really, they went. As in, some of our friends. Not me. Apparently, the bouncers are really strict about who goes inside. Jonas explained something about needing to have the right “vibe”, which sounds insane, but anyway. I have the wrong “vibe”, because the bouncers saw me and my friend Elias in the queue and they yelled “No!” at us from, like, a twenty metre distance, haha. It’s fine. We went to another club instead, and we had fun and met some more cool people, so I can’t complain. 

I also can’t say I’m not curious about what it’s like to get into Berghain… Maybe one day. If I do, you’ll be the first to know, and I’ll share all the crazy details when I’ve experienced it. I think the day I get in is the day I can say I’m a real Berliner. 

It’s Halloween soon, and I’ve recently learned that they don’t celebrate it here. Can you believe it? I hope you’ll be doing something fun, at least, to make up for my loss. Send me a picture of your costume if you are! I have a feeling you’ll come up with something dead creative, because you’re good with your hands. I think I remember seeing a picture of you dressed as a bee on your Facebook? Am I mixing you up with someone else? I don’t think so. It was so cool. 

Shane is coming to visit next weekend. Did he tell you that? It’s half term, or reading week, or whatever they call it now. I would have mentioned it to you before, but he’s coming with some college friends on a boys trip. I didn’t think you’d be up for coming. I think they’ve booked this dingy hostel somewhere, and I just can’t imagine it being your thing. Especially with you still being seventeen and all of that, it’s like, you wouldn’t be allowed in to any of the clubs and bars. You should come in the spring, though! That’d be fun. Maybe if you wanted to plan a trip for your 18th?

I feel like I just spewed a load of information on you there, sorry. I should have emailed you earlier, but I’ve had this project due, and when I’m not socialising I’m working on it.

Hope you’re taking care of yourself!

Jude x

[12raccoonsinadress]

Harvey smut !! I don’t have a plot have a idea for it buuut if could give it some plot that leads into smut

Fem!reader

Stress Is Bad For Your Health: Harvey x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Hope everyone is doing well ~ 💚

Art Cred: @mimipippin

Word Count: 4,314

Third POV

You somehow always find yourself here after a long day. You sit at the bar, never drinking much, but trying to soak in some of the relaxed ambience of the saloon, hoping it'll somehow melt off some of the stress. You didn't assume being a farmer would be easy, but that wasn't it. It was being a farmer, helping the community, rebuilding the community center, mining, fighting off beasts. Really the list went on and on. It was overwhelming. You sipped your drink.

As you lowered your mug you could see the familiar green coat in your peripherals as you were joined at the bar.

"Hard day?"

You looked over now. Harvey always had this cute sort of charm to him in your opinion. Like he was just a little bit nervous to be around you. You sighed, running a hand down your face.

"Clint wanted some iron samples from the mine today. I don't think I've ever seen that many bats in my life."

His expression became one that was more concerned.

"Are you hurt at all?"

"No, I'm alright. Just stressed I guess."

You said, sipping your drink.

Harvey didn't seem convinced, watching you as you did.

"Stress can be bad for your health, Y/n. It impacts your immune system and makes it easier to contract illness. Not to mention the long term affects"

"I know, I know. Don't worry about me, Harvey. I'll be fine."

"Have you tried anything to relieve the stress?"

"I tried a few things. None of them really stuck."

Which was true. No matter what you tried, nothing really helped you relax, even this. Harvey hummed a bit, trying to think for a moment. He wanted to help you, the same way you've done so much to help the community.

"What have you tried?"

"I dunno, yoga, meditating, going to the bath house. And this."

"Well, I can say looking for relief at the bottom of a bottle won't do you much good."

You caught his quick glance towards Pam, who sat across the bar on her third mug of beer. You had no intentions of becoming a drunk, but you could see why that'd be a concern for him.

"I'm not. Trust me, Harvey, I have no interest in drinking myself stupid."

He seemed to relax a bit at that, though still thinking on your behalf.

"Surely there's something that'll help you relax."

You shrugged. You were used to it, not that that was a good thing. His face went a bit red as a thought dawned on him.

Both of you were painfully aware of the tension you had, but it was something neither of you could possibly find a way to address without making things weird. And now, he was considering breaching that barrier between the comfortable tension where no one needed to say anything, and the certainty that you had feelings for each other but all the unknown that comes with that.

"I apologize if this is an invasive question, but have you considered, uh, finding someone to assist you with your stress relief."

You looked at him for a moment, puzzled, like you might not have been following what he said. He continued quickly, more flustered now.

"I just mean, in the sense of, suggesting it as another option that may help you. Plenty of people seek intimacy as a form of stress relief or regulation."

You blushed now too. You hadn't considered getting the stressed fucked out of you, but you also weren't really the one night stand type of person. And with how small Pelican Town was, you didn't think sleeping around would be the best idea anyway. You looked at Harvey, who looked nervous enough to fall off his bar stool. You decided to try and lighten the mood. Or maybe just tease him. Either would be ideal.

"Is this an offer, doctor?"

He blushed harder if that was at all possible. He stammered out quickly.

"I- Well, I wouldn't- Not necessarily."

You raised a brow, an amused smile creeping onto your face. You sort of liked that idea, letting Harvey try and help you relieve your stress.

"Well, if I were to try this method of stress relief, who better to put myself into the hands of than the trusted town doctor?"

You smiled, leaning on the counter and tipping your head. He took a moment, analyzing all the thousands of ways this could be wrong versus how incredibly beautiful he thought you were and how he wouldn't want to give you off to someone else for this. He was looking away as he spoke, too nervous to look at you.

"If.. you believe it'd be in your best interest, I don't see any issue with.. ah, assisting you with your stress problems."

You put the money for your drink down on the bar and extended a hand to him.

"Shall we then?"

"Now?"

"I don't see why not. As long as you don't bite as much as the bats tried to."

You winked. Despite being mildly concerned about that comment, he did take your hand. You left together, making the walk out to the farm. The walk was quiet. He was thinking about all the ways this could go. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint you, especially when this was, or so he kept telling himself, for your health. He wondered if this would effect his chances with you, in a positive or negative way. On one hand, it was an opportunity to get closer to one another on an emotional and physical level, but on the other, to skip over so many of the usually relationship steps and get right to sex wasn't the kind of thing that had a good track record of leading to long term partnerships. He didn't want this to be a one night stand or some kind of friends with benefits thing. He wanted to care for you, cherish you, hold you in his arms after a long day at work and kiss your forehead before blissfully drifting off to sleep. He wanted to see you sleepily stumble from the bedroom in the morning and join him for coffee in the kitchen before you both began your day. He wanted to take you somewhere lovely on some sunny day, take your hands in his, and give you a mermaid pendant. He wanted to be the only person you'd come to for stress relief.

Soon you both arrived at the farm. You opened the front door, going inside and kicking off your boots. He followed suit, taking his shoes off at the door. You turned to him.

"You alright if we head to my room?"

Yes, the plan was to have sex, but you still felt the need to ease him into this. He was usually nervous, so you'd imagine now being no different. He nodded. So, while still holding his hand, you led him back to your bedroom. It wasn't anything too fancy or special. Truthfully, aside from sleeping you didn't spend much time there. You turned on a small lamp near the bed, which illuminated the room with a dim, warm, yellowish glow. You sat on the edge of the bed, having now let go of Harvey's hand.

"Is there any particular way you'd like to proceed?"

He asked. He was really a bit lost on what you wanted from him. He wanted to do good for you. You pat the bed beside you, urging him to also sit.

"I figured we could just feel it out as we go."

He sat beside you, though wasn't looking at you just yet. He was steeling his nerves. You admired the doctor for a moment. Gently, you reached over to cup his cheek and turn his face towards you. He looked at you now, waiting for you to make the next move. You figured you'd be leading this for the most part, but were surprised when he reached for you, placing a hand on the small of your back, simply touching you. He was cute. You leaned in, kissing him softly. It didn't take him more than a moment to adjust and return the gesture. As you suspected, he didn't fight for control, though he didn't fully surrender to you either, doing fairly well at matching you. His hand wandered down, resting on your hip as you deepened the kiss. From his cheek, you trailed your hand down his chest. You'd imagined what he may look like beneath the button up and the jacket. So many layers. Left too much to the imagination. You began your attempt to push off his jacket. He pulled back slightly.

"Allow me. This is for you after all. It wouldn't be right for me to make you do all the work."

His voice was slightly hushed. You blushed hard at that. It was a new side of him. Still caring, yes, but it was more... sure. He took off his jacket, setting it on the foot of the bed. You watched as he loosened his tie, sighing a bit as he did. You were practically in awe. He looked back at you, looking you over a bit.

"If... we are to continue this direction, would you like some assistance undressing, y/n?"

You nodded, maybe a little too quickly. The idea of Harvey undressing you was just too good to pass up. You'd love to feel what those precise doctor's hands felt like brushing against your skin. He moved to be standing in front of you, slipping his hands under your shirt. He wasn't much of a tease, taking it off of you gently but with little ceremony. He set your shirt nicely off to the side before looking at you. There was a bit of a glaze over his eyes. You could only describe it as a look of want. Need.

"Will you be taking off your shirt as well, doctor?"

You teased, breaking him out of his little daze. He nodded, pulling his tie off fully.

"Yes, of course."

He went to work unbuttoning his shirt, looking down as he did. You watched it slowly open up, discarding your bra while you did. You weren't sure what exactly you expected him to look like, but you felt a soft smile creep onto your face. He was him. There was no secret six pack, he didn't look thinner or bigger than he did normally. It almost felt like you knew this is what he was going to look like, and you liked that. He still felt like himself and that was who you loved.

Once he'd set his shirt off to the side, he looked back at you. He pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. He leaned down, speaking softly.

"Could you raise your hips for me? It will be easier for me to help you undress if you do."

You did, biting the inside of your lip just a little bit. His hands were gentle, unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down to the point where you could just kick them off. He seemed to contemplate going and grabbing them to put with the rest of the clothing, but decided to redirect his attention to you. You, and how absolutely stunning you were sitting before him, mostly naked. He swallowed hard.

"How... exactly would you like me to, ah, assist with your stress problems?"

He knew he had a few ideas on what he'd like to do for you and what he'd like to do to you, but now was about you and what you wanted. You thought for a moment.

"Well, doctor-"

"Harvey."

He corrected you, much to your surprise. He blushed as he explained himself.

"Doctor is what my patients call me. People that only know me professionally, not like this. If we continue.. I'd prefer you use my name."

Your heart melted a little bit.

"Of course."

You continued, correcting yourself this time, using a softer tone as opposed to the teasing one you had intended on using.

"Well, Harvey, I think what would help me destress the most would be seeing the rest of you and deciding from there."

If you didn't know any better, you would have thought you saw his glasses fog up, just a little bit. He unbuckled his belt, looking down as he did. It seemed to be how he avoided looking at you. He set his belt aside, soon followed by his pants. You looked him over with almost a hungry sort of expression. You couldn't find the words to describe how you wanted this soft spoken, nervous man to carnally destroy you.

He sat beside you now. You put a hand on his thigh, leaning closer to him. He looked at you, a softness in his eyes that you couldn't quite place. Regardless, you kissed him. He didn't hesitate in kissing you back, wrapping an arm back around you, placing a firm hand on your hip, pulling you closer.

He deepened the kiss this time, getting more excited than nervous now. You liked that. You wanted him to take more initiative with this. You let him lead, almost curious how far this bold streak would take him. He broke the kiss, mostly to catch his breath. You spoke, out of breath.

"I want you on top of me, Harvey."

It wouldn't relieve much stress if you had to do all the work. His face flushed red, and he took a moment to find his voice, nodding first.

"I can do that. Would you like to lay down then?"

You gave him one more peck on the lips before moving to lay back comfortably in your bed. You sprawled yourself out in the most "casual-sexy" way you could manage without putting too much effort in, mostly to tease him. He moved to hold himself up over you, looking down at you.

"If this is the way you'd like to proceed, I should ask if you have the proper... protection."

Right. You almost forgot about that. You couldn't actually think of a reason you would have bought condoms recently, considering your dry spell. It's not like you'd been expecting this tonight. You thought for a moment.

"Does the clinic have plan B?"

He went a bit wide eyed at the implications of that.

"W-we do, but are you sure you want to depend on that?"

You half shrugged.

"I'm alright with it if you are."

He weighed his options for a moment. On one hand, it was risky for multiple reasons, he knew that, but on the other hand, you looked so incredibly enticing beneath him and here you were, essentially asking him to fill you with himself. You were getting inside his head and fogging his better judgement. He nodded.

"Only if you promise to come to me if anything happens afterwards."

Whether that be side effects of the medication or otherwise, he wanted you healthy and taken care of.

You smiled, pulling him down to kiss you. He was so sweet. It's why you think you were so okay with all of this. It was Harvey. He'd never hurt you, he'd always treat you so preciously. While still supporting himself with one hand, his other moved to your waist, moving up and down aimlessly. You let your hands run down his chest, feeling him up a little. A little more curiously, you let one hand wander down further towards his boxers. You smiled slightly against his lips as his breath hitched. You were glad to know you got him excited like this.

He broke the kiss, looking down at you with lidded eyes, a needy expression. It definitely did something for you. His gaze trailed down, as far as it could from his current position.

"May I?"

He asked, a slight roughness to his voice you'd never heard before. It shot through your body and straight between your legs. You nodded, not even completely sure what he was asking to do to you. Then again, you'd let him do just about anything to you as long as he kept looking at you like that.

His hand moved down, fingertips slipping into the front of your panties. You bit your lip, anticipating his touch. He started slowly, brushing against your clit with his middle finger, rubbing at an almost teasing pace. Slow circles one direction, then the other, he'd pause, just for a moment, before pressing a little harder than before and rubbing up and down, a little faster. You started to squirm beneath him, which seemed to be what he wanted as he smiled, ever so slightly.

"I suppose I should ask."

He started, not relenting on his touches.

"If I were to get you to orgasm like this, clitorally that is, it would be a fairly satisfying, but short lived experience. If I were to bring you to a vaginal orgasm, it would be longer lasting, and more intense. However, if you were to finish this way first, it would ideally let your body relax, as well as produce enough slickness to make a vaginal orgasm much easier to achieve."

You gave him a pleading expression, wanting him to get to the point. He seemed to understand.

"All of that to say, Y/n, would you like to experience both tonight, or would you prefer we get to the good part now?"

With the fact that he had continued gently torturing your clit through all of that, you truthfully gathered very little of what he said. What you did gather, was he wanted to get you off, and then fuck you into getting off again, which you weren't necessarily against at the moment. You whined softly as you responded.

"Do whatever you want to me as long as you please stop teasing."

He smiled some at that, though blushing.

"Anything you say, dear."

He said softly, beginning to move a little faster with his hand, though not so fast as to be uncomfortable. You were going to have to ask him where he learned how to do this, because fuck was he good at it. He leaned down, kissing your lips. Perfectly timed, as you arched your back, pressing yourself into his hand, moaning into his lips as he worked you through it, slowing until you relaxed beneath him. He pulled away, letting you catch your breath. He moved back, working on getting your now wet panties off and put to the side. He admired you laying there, flushed red, panting, glistening. A beautiful sight, all for him.

As you came down off your high, you looked over at him. He was hesitating slightly, pursing his lips, sort of messed with the edge of his boxers.

"Something wrong?"

You asked, catching his attention.

"No, nothing is wrong. Apologies, I was just a little distracted."

You weren't completely sure you believed that. You didn't have much time to look into it more though, because you were promptly distracted by him pulling his boxers off. You felt a slight chill wash over your body, mostly in anticipation. It'd been a minute since you'd had anyone, or anything really, inside of you like this. He wasn't an intimidating size by any means though he might have been slightly girthier than you would have said you were used to. You could imagine how good he'd feel filling you up, how nicely he'd stretch you. Thankfully, you didn't have to just imagine for long.

He set his boxers aside, adjusting his glasses slightly. He moved his hand back between your legs, pushing a finger in carefully. You bit your lips as he rocked it inside of you for a moment before going and adding a second. He almost looked lost in thought, staring down at his hand between your legs, watching his fingers disappear inside of you with such ease. Soon, he added a third finger and you started to get impatient. You didn't want to wait any longer. With the hand not prepping you, he gently rubbed your thigh.

It was tempting for him to continue like this. He wanted to see you there, in pure bliss, as much as he could tonight. He didn't know if he'd get you like this again. Tonight wasn't about his desires though, it was about you and getting you to relax. He pulled his fingers out, adjusting so he could spread your legs a little more and place himself in between them. You could feel him pressed against you.

"Are you ready?"

He asked in a gentle tone. You nodded quickly, too eager for him to fill you up. He took a deep breath, adjusting, and slowly starting to press into you. You let your head fall back, eyes closing. You let yourself get lost in the feeling, focusing on how he felt as he started to push inside of you. At the same time, you felt his hand grab yours, making an attempt to lace your fingers with his. You held onto him. He was so sweet, even like this. He stopped. You looked up at him now, seeing that his own eyes were closed. He was taking a moment to relish in the feeling of you around him. Warm, soft, and so incredibly good. His chest rose and fell like he had just finished a marathon. It was a sight to behold. When his eyes opened, he looked down at you, gently squeezing your hand.

"Still alright?"

He asked, out of breath already. You nodded. He nodded in return. He leaned down slightly, bringing your hand up to him so he could kiss your knuckles. He places a few, soft kisses there. It almost distracted you from the way his hips began to slowly rock. He let your hand back down, adjusting to pull your hips more so into his lap. He was trying to get a very particular angle, guiding one of you legs up over his shoulder.

"There we go."

He said in a near whisper, giving a more precise thrust now, causing you to gasp, gripping the blanket beneath you. He had to have done this before. Recently. This couldn't be the same socially nervous doctor you knew. He was still his sweet self, but he knew too well how to work your body, maybe more than even you did. Either way, he must've liked the reaction you gave because he did it again, finding his pace gradually. You moaned beneath him, which only encouraged him on. When you looked at his face, it was an expression of focus mixed with need, desperation.

His pace gradually increased until you felt you were going to lose yourself. Just as it started to get to being too much, he'd slow, causing you to whine beneath him. This happened at least 3 times. You couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose or not. By that third time, you looked up at him.

"Harvey, please-"

He nodded, seeming to understand your plea as he kept his faster speed. You felt your orgasm start to bubble up inside of you before finally, finally, bursting through your body in a way you couldn't remember feeling. Your body tensed, twitching, your hips trying to fuck themselves down onto him more than just what he was doing as he worked you through it. Right as you began to feel your senses start to calm down, you felt him bottom out, holding there, groaning quietly. You could feel the warm feeling inside of you as he came. He was quite the sight like that. Blushy, sweaty, and completely caught up in pleasure. He lowered your leg, readjusting before carefully pulling out.

He took a second to breathe. Then he looked at your face.

"Stay here. Do you have tissues somewhere? Or, um, maybe a washcloth?"

You gestured to the door that led to the bathroom. He stood up, going that direction to find something to clean you both up with. He took that time to think about what just happened. Not only did he get to be intimate with the woman he was in love with, but he came inside of you. Which, granted, was something he'd have to deal with later. Even so, he felt like he was lighter than air. He came back with a wash cloth, slightly damp with warm water. He cleaned you up, as well as himself.

"Would you like any assistance getting into pajamas?"

He asked. You looked up at him, tired and honestly a little clingy at the moment.

"Harvey, just come here and lay down."

He seemed a little surprised, though did as you asked. He pulled the blanket back so you could at least be beneath it. You got comfortable and moved to be close to him, snuggling against him. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, like you were fragile or maybe as if you'd disappear like some dream if he held you too tight. You felt his chin rest on the top of your head. You closed your eyes, taking a moment to just think.

You were laying here, naked, wrapped in Harvey's arms, listening to the sound of his breathing. You felt calm. Tomorrow, you'd probably be a little embarrassed. Tomorrow, you'd have to talk about it, figure out what this meant for your relationship. You hoped this wasn't just a one time thing. You'd like to do more with him. You'd like to be in an actual relationship. You felt his hand move, gently rubbing your back. You decided to focus on that for now. For now, you were cozy and comfortably pressed up against Harvey's chest, and that's all that mattered.

You felt him press a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Whatever happened tomorrow, you were sure it would be okay.

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Special Announcement for the Blog!

Hello to you all, my wonderful audience! I’ve come to make an announcement! 

As I’m sure you all know by now I made this blog to provide the small community of fans for this relationship as much art as they could handle, a bounty of soft Junkan for the masses! However, by the time this post is going up we should be just a few days past the big No. 60, we’re over halfway through with the event! December practically marks the end of the event despite a small amount of overlap into the new year. I very much want to extend the lifespan of this blog, even if I am still putting out art of these two on my main, However unfortunately I don’t think I have it in me to do something like 100 Days again, at least not for a very, very long time (and potentially for a different ship as well).

However there is one way to keep this blog alive for the foreseeable future, especially for 2025 specifically. You might have seen me make mention of it before in previous posts, however I’m happy to say that you can all look forward to-

Junkan Week!~ Coming February 11th all the way through the 17th! That’s right, we’ve roped Valentines Day into this!

The official prompt list for the event will go up later in the month! What day specifically is yet to be decided but I’ll be sure to make a proper post as a small heads up for ya’ll! 

And do not worry for those of you who want to participate but are worried about this blogs usual content of Softness above all else. I’m aware that while I am among many peers who like to see Junko and Mikan having a happy, soft relationship, there are plenty of you who like the ship to be depicted with a darker, more toxic tone even if I’m not among you!~ 

I’ve made plans and designed this event to give everyone who wants to depict the more twisted potential of this relationship! How so? You’ll just have to wait and see!! I also plan to offer a bonus prompt list specifically for AUs if that’s more your speed! I sincerely hope to see what you all have to offer, it will of course all be featured on this blog! 

But that’s not our only announcement! 

You may have noticed that I mentioned wanting to at least keep the lifespan of this blog going throughout 2025 specifically, however one week does not make a full year. Well while I can’t say this account likely won’t become a big quiet for a majority of 2025 unless I come up with another way to breathe some extra life into the blog (Suggestions are welcome! The asks are open!)

Let me ask you, are you full of ideas? Too many ideas even? Or perhaps you want a challenge, craving a true gauntlet. Do you wish to fully indulge in your desire for more Junko making out with Mikan media? Well look out for November 2025 because alongside it shall arrive-

A WHOLE MONTH OF JUNKAN! 

The prompt list will be released as soon as Junkan Week comes to a close, giving you nearly a full year to prepare! 

Keep in mind there is no requirement to do all 30 days! While I personally plan to do every prompt (It’s not my first rodeo with drawing a lot of art in November), I would be overjoyed by even the smallest participation! 

So whether you choose to go all in and do a full thirty days, or pop in to create something for a single day, we’re happy to have you! 

At the end of the day this is all just for the sake of bringing more Junkan into the world, whether it’s the twistedly toxic flavor of Evil Girlfriends, the tooth-rottingly fluffy Soft Style this account has been making for the past several weeks, or even somewhere delightfully inbetween!~ 

I hope you all look forward to the events, whether you plan to participate in either of them or just watch and have a good time! Have a lovely day!

[heliads]

Hi!! I’m so excited your request are open I love your work!! I would like to request Charles leclerc x reader where he finds out the girl he has a crush on is a street racer and decides to finally approach her and talk ending up in him asking her out on a date. I hope this makes sense, sorry if it doesn’t 🥲💗

'first sight' - charles leclerc

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Charles Leclerc has never found himself as thoroughly engrossed in the dynamics of street racing as he is right now. He has, of course, been vaguely aware of it before, as someone who was born in Monaco’s lap of luxury and then subsequently indoctrinated in the grand and glorious art of racing sports cars, but not like this. Never like this.

If he were in the mood to be particularly honest, Charles would admit that he’s not just interested in street racing all of a sudden because of the same need for speed that’s consumed his life and led him to Formula One. Nor is he here because he’s developed a taste past sports cars to souped up tin cans. No, he’s here because of one driver, a woman. A woman named Y/N L/N.

See, this was never Charles’ intent. He would have been able to skip this unfortunate little obsession in his life were it not for the fact that he’s best friends with Pierre, and Pierre is way too fond of his girlfriend Kika to ever say no to her. So, when Kika begged Pierre to come with her to watch a friend’s street race, Pierre decided that he simply couldn’t do it alone and forced Charles to tag along as well, because of course there’s nothing Charles likes more than third wheeling the two of them on yet another flirtatious date night.

Charles had assumed it would be another long night of alternating between wishing he was back home, worrying he should be on the simulator more often, and wondering if he should have dragged along a brother or two so he wouldn’t have to watch Pierre and Kika ogling each other for the thousandth time that night. However, all of that changed when Kika led them over to meet her friend Y/N, who was racing that evening.

Charles is no stranger to pretty people. Every race, some new slew of celebrities gets a tour of the Ferrari motorhome. Charles has seen plenty of actresses and singers pose by his car and wear his merch, but it’s never really meant anything to him. He can tell when they’re fans or if they’re just doing it for good PR. Most celebrities are just people in higher tax brackets with higher rates of avoiding their taxes. You meet one, you meet them all. No amount of perfect smiles or dazzling faces can change that.

Y/N, though, was different. She was gorgeous, and Charles immediately felt as if he might have been run over by his own car several times. One look from her and he was lost in it, tumbling over and over in his mind. She had this charming confidence that Charles could only wish to emulate, the sort of ease you get when you know you’re better than everyone and don’t need to remind people of it because you know you’ll prove it the second you get to work.

If it were not obvious by now, Charles is in love, alarmingly so. Even after Kika makes some quick introductions and Charles manages to shake Y/N’s hand and stammer out a few pleasantries about it being a nice night for a race, he’s still left wishing he could get himself together long enough to be a real human being. Y/N probably thinks he’s insane, but she’s still smiling when she leaves them, so at least he hasn’t done too terribly.

Pierre, by contrast, seems to think otherwise. Y/N is barely out of earshot when the other driver turns him, unable to hide his laughter. “Charles, man, what was that? You look like you forgot your own name.”

“I don’t need to remember mine,” Charles murmurs, watching Y/N go, “Just hers.”

Pierre rolls his eyes. “Be serious. You fall in love a hundred times a week.”

Charles sputters indignantly. “That is not true. And besides, this is different.”

Pierre can’t persuade him otherwise. The drivers on the scene that night start their engines, and Charles watches from the sidelines, captivated, as Y/N accelerates to an early win. Once the race is over, Y/N runs over to Kika, who embraces her friend with an excited hug.

“Well?” Y/N asks Charles once she’s released from Kika, “What does the Formula One driver have to say about that? Fast enough for you even without V6 engines?”

Charles does his best not to fall to pieces. “Um, yeah. It was very great.”

She flashes him a bright grin. “Perfect. See you at the next race, Leclerc.”

With that, she pushes back into the crowd, receiving congratulations and praise from her other friends. Pierre is grumbling something about not getting asked as well since Charles isn’t the only F1 driver around, but Charles just laughs, still giddy on the aftereffects of those shining eyes on his.

Pierre expects him to just bounce back from this little crush, and truth be told, Charles would appreciate it if he could, but no such luck. Even a few weeks after that first race, Charles is still hopeless over Y/N. He scans articles on street racing, memorizes the names of her competitors, and becomes an expert on her win history. She’s fast, super fast, and it looks like the easy victory Charles had seen was just a typical habit of Y/N L/N when it comes to racing.

Needless to say, he was captivated. Although Charles usually tries to keep a little pride when it comes to these sorts of things, he only made it two weeks before caving and asking Pierre if he and Kika were planning on attending any more street races. Charles wondered this for no reason, of course. Just, you know, his natural love of racecars.

Pierre sees right through it. “You want to see Y/N that badly, huh?” Pierre asks skeptically. “Jeez, man, I didn’t think you were such a simp.”

“You didn’t even know what that word meant until Kika taught it to you two days ago,” Charles says scornfully. “Now answer my question. Are you going or not?”

Eventually, and not without a fair amount of teasing, Pierre admits that they were planning to go to another race that Friday. Charles is able to convince his friend to let him tag along, but only under the condition that he would actually get up the courage to ask Y/N out instead of just staring like a lovesick puppy. Pierre’s words, not his.

This time, the race is actually legal. Y/N’s day job is a drag racer, although she tends to get bored on the weekends and shoot for a few undercover street races as well. So the fan Twitter pages say, at least. Charles definitely hasn’t been snooping around enough of those to know.

Now that he won’t get chastised by Ferrari PR for attending illegal races, Charles is free to post as much as he wishes about the race, the cars, and most importantly, the drivers. Barely half an hour has gone by before fans across the Internet are calling him out for ignoring literally every other car there to post about Y/N, but what does he care? Y/N’s probably too cool to look at those sorts of posts. Hopefully, or she’s going to think he’s insane. Again.

This time, though, when Y/N strolls by their area to say hi, she doesn’t just immediately focus on Kika. She says hi to her friend, of course, and thanks both Kika and Pierre for coming, but stops directly in front of Charles. All that separates them is the barrier of the stands. Well, that and the immutable fact that Charles is clearly crushing hard and she is clearly just having fun.

“Good to see you back, Charles,” she says.

Charles grins. He’d promised himself he’d play it cool this time, but he’s already failing at that aim. “You remembered my name?”

“I had plenty of your social media posts to remind me,” she says, one eyebrow quirked.

Pierre facepalms by his side. Charles ignores him. “I was excited,” he tells her as casually as he can. “Is that a bad thing?”

“I don’t know yet,” Y/N muses. “I suppose I’d have to get to know you better.”

“I have no problems with that,” Charles grins cheekily. “How about I take you out to dinner and you decide for yourself?”

In Charles’ peripheral vision, he can see Pierre’s look of desolation turn to slow shock, but come on now, there was no chance Charles wasn’t going to follow through and ask Y/N out. The only thing he needs now is for Y/N to say yes.

She doesn’t answer immediately, but judging by the way her cool smile brightens, it’s less because she dislikes him outright and more because she enjoys playing with him, which is perfectly fine by Charles. If he respects the game, he has to respect the players as well.

“I’ll have to wait and see how I feel after the race,” Y/N responds at last. “Maybe I’ll lose and I’ll be too devastated to go out with anyone.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “I doubt that will happen, but alright.”

Y/N gives him a surprised look. “You’re willing to bet that I’ll only go out with you if I win?”

“I’m willing to bet on the excellent odds that you win every time,” Charles answers with a wink. See, Pierre? He can be smooth when he needs to be.

Y/N laughs at that, evidently pleased. “I’ll have to make sure I don’t let you down. See you after the race, Charles.”

With that, Y/N joins the throng of other drivers heading towards their cars to begin the race. Once she’s gone, Charles turns to Pierre, far more proud than he should be. “I don’t want to ever hear you complaining about my flirting again. Did I not do what I had to do?”

“You did,” Pierre grumbles, “but she still didn’t say yes, you idiot.”

Charles scoffs. “She absolutely did. She didn’t say no.”

Pierre can’t technically argue with this, so it’s up to Kika to distract them both from technicalities by asking them about one of their upcoming races, a surefire method of changing the subject. It does little to divert Charles from his own nerves, though. Suddenly, he’s gripped with an impossible terror that something will happen with Y/N’s car, or maybe she might come in second place and not first, and she wouldn’t want to go out with him after all. He shouldn’t have left it up to chance like that. He should have just gone after what he wanted in the first place.

Charles is a nervous mess the whole race. When the checkered flag waves, though, he’s finally able to relax. Y/N wins, and that means Charles has just scored himself a date with the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. 

Y/N takes her time in coming around to his section of the stands, just to mess with him. At last, though, they’re face-to-face again. Y/N is breathless and thrilled with the victory. Charles thinks he could bask in her glow forever.

“So?” He asks casually, “How about that date, then?”

Y/N grins. “I think it’ll work out. You can pick me up at seven. Does Saturday work for you?”

“Saturday is great,” Charles says a little too quickly, then tries to recover. “Wear something pretty.”

“Don’t I always?” She jokes, gesturing to her race suit.

Charles laughs with her. It’s easy. He can imagine doing it many times again. “Of course.”

Her laugh settles into a quiet smile. Even in the tumultuous uproar of a race that’s just been won, Charles can focus on her instantly. He wants this, he decides. He wants her. And, with the way she’s looking at him now, mirroring the incline of his head towards hers, Charles knows that she wants the same thing. This is just the beginning. He cannot wait to see where they go from here.

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[artdcnaldson]

and when tashi punishes you in front of art for letting you get out of hand in the Olympics!au what then. you expect him to stand up for you - all the things he said about caring about you and wanting you - but he just looks away. tashi says you can leave, you can leave and art will never talk to you again because if tashi demands it he'll listen. you wont even exist to him. it'll be like he never knew you.

or.

you can take a little consequences for your actions. she likes your spirit, after all. your fire and passion. you just need a little discipline.

Exactly <3 When she practically drags you back to their house after the pregnancy test comes back negative and every bit of your pathetic lies come tumbling down around you <3 When she makes you tell Art everything, and you’re not crying pretty for him anymore, they’re ugly, humiliated tears that you got caught, that you’re having to admit that you were lying to him about a baby, that you thought you could manipulate him.

You think the tears will bring Art back to your side— that he’ll defend you and tell Tashi to stop, that you’ve had enough. They’ve worked on him plenty times before, but never with Tashi there. His jaw is set tight— you know he’s angry, that he’s livid but he’s letting Tashi handle it, handle you.

So Tashi gives you two options— face some consequences for once in your spoiled, bratty life, or you can just leave. Art would never see you again, never look at you, you’ll be nothing to him. It’s not even a choice to you— not even something you’re willing to consider. So you accept whatever consequences because you’re expecting Art to be the one doling it out.

But it’s not Art’s lap you’re bent over, it’s hers. And it’s not enough to just spank you with her hand— she’s mean about it. She uses a fucking paddle, like you’re a schoolgirl who misbehaved in class. It’s hard, and you yelp and bury your face into the duvet to muffle your cries, but Tashi just pulls your head back up, tells you to keep looking at Art. It feels like punishment enough, that he’s watching, but he’s not defending you, won’t own up to anything he said.

And he’s getting off on it— on finally seeing you brought to heel. He couldn’t do it, but Tashi can. Tashi has you babbling out apologies, with your makeup streaked, your ass stinging red, probably black and blue by the next day. But you don’t pussy out, you take it all and you’d take more, because the alternative is losing your favorite plaything, the object of your obsession.

And you think that’s it. You’re going to have trouble sitting— doing much of anything— but it doesn’t seem as bad as it could have been. But you’re simply ignored at your spot on the bed as Tashi kisses her husband. You pout the longer it goes on— as their tongues press against each other and slip into their mouths, as she pins Art to the bed and strips off both of their clothes.

That’s your punishment. Thats what you’re there for. How many times had you gotten off on Art telling you that you fucked him better? That your pussy was tighter and sweeter? That he loved you? That he’d leave her? You didn’t think he’d been lying until you had to watch, but you couldn’t look away.

So you listen to Art telling Tashi all the same things he told you, watch him fuck into Tashi’s cunt the way he’d done to you time and time again. Watch him cum, panting and moaning against her lips.

“I love you,” he pants, and she smiles, scratching at his scalp.

Your bottom lip wobbles and you feel hot tears on your lashline, and you’re worried you’ll have to just tap out and leave and give him up because it hurts.

He pulls out, and you watch his cum slip from her pussy, dripping down and onto the sheets. Tashi meets your gaze, nods expectantly. “Clean up the mess my husband made.”

You exhale a weak whine, crawl between her thighs and start licking at her, hesitantly at first. Her hand is in your hair, almost soothing as your tongue explores her— licking up the mixture of her and Art’s cum. You lose yourself in it until you’re just laving at her from her drooling entrance to her clit, all just seeking the taste of more.

“Okay, that’s enough,” She tells you, pushing your mouth off. She looks down at you indiscernibly, and you just lay against her thighs and sniffle out apologies.

[mi-nya-mi]

hiiiii i love your art and how you draw Elliott it’s so gorgeous ❤️

also i have to know since you mentioned it. your Elliott headcanons 👀

TYSM ANON 💖 😍

So as for how I see Elliott in my interpretations:

GENERAL

I personally see him being around 34, super neurodivergent (most likely undiagnosed), and having already lived life and a past stable job that wasn’t his cup of tea before realizing he’s getting up there in his years. This eventually would motivate him to take the leap of faith that’s moving to Pelican town and moving into the writers retreat. Of course you’re going to have to suspend your disbelief significantly about him making absolutely zero progress that is his novel in the year long span he’s in Pelican town, so I could only assume that either he worked on publishing shorter form stories and taking up commissions, or already started working on his novel long before the farmer arrives and is just asking for the assistance of a beta reader. Either way, while it’s hard to judge the cost of rent in Pelican Town with regards to staying in that cabin, let’s just assume that he had plenty of money saved in order to work without needing to worry about keeping the lights on.

BACKSTORY

We know absolutely nothing about Elliott's socioeconomic background so it’s hard to glean whether he grew up poor, middle class, or wealthy. Even with his expensive tastes he could fit in any of those categories. Whether he did develop his more gentlemanly qualities from being born with a silver spoon or just developing it in order to give off a certain impression to other people, I wouldn’t know. His lack of interest in divulging his backstory could mean that it’s the latter if it comes from shame, but I could also very much believe that he had a family that were old money and preferred Elliott to take up whatever family trade that they had or a respectable profession(trading firm, banking, business, etc.) To my point, he likely had a family given profession that they pressured him to take up that made him plenty of money, and he saved up enough money to keep him afloat before calling it quits. (And considering his expensive tastes as well as my headcanon being that he’s practically buff, I doubt he would neglect his personal health by ordering cheap foods. He would have the means to eat well.)

LIFESTYLE

On the topic of health! Listen, with Elliott mentioning his rugged physique and him basically being Stardew Fabio, it’s hard to see him as a stick. I think Elliott very much enjoyed sports in his college years such as fencing (albeit he likely wouldn’t be able to deal with fighting monsters whatsoever despite his claim), and maybe even horseback riding/polo. (That man’s a stallion! What wouldn’t be more fitting? Plus shoveling shit gets you fit.) He also likely fished prior to meeting Willy, and still would do it for fun. Much to the contrary of most fan headcanons I don’t think Elliott is much of a regular swimmer, mainly because neither seawater nor chlorine would bode well for his hair. If anything, it would be a leisurely activity as opposed to one related to fitness. The other thing that contributes to his general physical fitness is that Elliott for the most part hardly uses any electric appliances outside of necessities (such as a phone), partly due to the lack of sufficient sockets and amenities in his cabin but largely for the aesthetic. He’s very much unplugged and rarely uses social media. Because he hardly uses electric appliances, he is in charge of all the housework which includes chopping all of his firewood, handwashing, drying, and ironing all of his clothes, and occasionally crab potting his own lobster dinners if he’s lucky. This man is on top of his housework! He genuinely enjoys this meditative routine of housework he has as he mulls over thoughts on his novels.

Overall those are my general headcanons I have so far on Elliott, but if you every have specific prompts feel free to send them my way :D

[mamabearcatfanfics]

Cairo Prison - InuKag

Sometimes, I write things just for myself, as a little treat. I might write my other favourite scenes here and there. Who knows, eventually I might have enough to string together a whole plot line. But lookie here @elkonigin and @coquinespike - have a little InuKag scene from The Mummy on me. If I ever find where I've put my laptop pen, there may even be some art to go with this.

Kagome swept across the courtyard, her anger making her simmer even hotter under the midday sun. She wasn’t sure who she was more annoyed at – the squat prison Warden for the obviously lecherous looks he was giving her, or Miroku, for lying about where he got the puzzle box. She shivered a little as they passed the gallows, not wanting to think too much about what usually took place here. When the Warden paused for a moment to speak to one of the guards, she rounded on Miroku, her voice a hissing whisper.

“I can’t believe you Miroku! You said that you found that box at a dig in Thebes! And now I find out you stole it from a drunk at the local Casbah! You told me a barefaced lie!”

Miroku looked a little chastened, but then fought back with a winning smile, hooking his arm into hers as they continued across the courtyard.

“That’s a bit harsh, Kagome dear”, he said, patting her hand affectionately. “We were playing cards, a gentleman’s game. I would have won it fair and square if he hadn’t got himself into an altercation. He left it unattended in his pocket. What was I going to do, leave it behind? He probably didn’t even know what it was.”

“You. Lied. To. Me.” Kagome hissed.

“What’s a little white lie between family members, ey?” He tried a winsome smile, which faltered quickly under Kagome’s withering gaze. “I mean, you’re not the only one I lie to old mum. But at least the lies I tell you are pretty ones.”

“That makes it worse! I’m your sister Miroku! Whatever happened to us against the world, together through thick and thin!”

Miroku looked taken aback, even slightly hurt.

“I’m deeply offended. Didn’t I come straight to you with the box? I could have just sold it, but I knew it was something special. And I knew you would be smart enough to recognise that. We both know you’re the one with the brains in this family Kagome dear.” Glancing nervously around, he tugged on her arm, trying to turn her back towards the way they’d just come. “And anyway, I don’t think this is the best place for a lady, so how about we just pop back to-”

Kagome glared at him furiously as he tried to make a run for the door, wrapping her hand around his bicep tightly so he couldn’t get away.

“Stop trying to get out of this Miroku. You can’t sweet talk your way out of this one. Oh, I am absolutely livid! Not only have we lost the most important part of the map, but we have to come here, to this place. You are going to stay here with me and see this through!”

She shuddered a little self-consciously. There were quite a few leering eyes directed towards her, and not all of them were owned by prisoners safely behind bars. Miroku patted her hand again, obviously trying to soothe her, and Kagome straightened her spine.

They’d been through plenty of scrapes together, her and Miroku. They only had each other since their parents died, social outcasts amongst the English elite due to their mother’s Egyptian heritage. She’d barely got Miroku back in one piece after the war, one of his hands shattered by a bullet directly through his palm. She knew it still hurt him, even though he never complained. He’d always been devil may care, even before he was conscripted, but since his return it was like he invited trouble. She was constantly worried about him. This was a chance to find the legendary Hamunaptra together, and there was no way she was going to back down, even if she was more than a little out of her comfort zone here.

Warden Mukotsu came back, his eyes running over her lasciviously, and Kagome lifted her chin in defiance, staring back at him with spirit. She pulled her elbow away from his grasping stubby fingers as he ushered both her and Miroku over to the rusted iron bars surrounding a holding pen. The locked metal door behind it probably led to somewhere unspeakable.

She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Wasn’t this what she had always wanted? A chance to show that she was not only a scholar, but able to go toe to toe with all the pompous, overstuffed Egyptologists? A chance to put all her knowledge to good use? She could do this.  

Clearing her throat in an attempt to make her voice as unaffected as she needed it to be, she turned her attention away from the locked metal door to Warden Mukotsu.

“So, what is this man in prison for?” she asked, attempting an imperious tone. She hoped it wasn’t something horrible, like rape or murder.

The warden preened under her gaze, and she turned her eyes forward again, not wanting to encourage him one iota. He was giving her the creeps. Besides, there was some kind of ruckus going on behind the closed door, yelling, swearing, chains rattling. What on earth was going on back there? Miroku was looking more and more like he was going to bolt, and she pinched his arm viciously to keep him beside her, gratified when he yelped like a little girl.

The warden chuckled, his dark eyes squinting in the hot, midday sun.

“I don’t know what you’re expecting lady, but he’s not human.” He spat derisively on the ground, and Kagome grimaced, tucking the toes of her boots safely back under her long skirt. “He’s a dirty half djinn, with the ears of a jackal. His words cannot be trusted. But I did ask him.”

“And what did he say?” Kagome asked, unsure if she actually wanted the answer to that question. What on earth had Miroku gotten them into this time?

The warden leered at her, before leaving momentarily to handle a disturbance on the other side of the courtyard.

“He said, he was just looking for a good time.”

The metal door burst open with a clang. Four guards dragged a prisoner forwards, their arms and legs wrapped in chains. Despite the handicap, he seemed to be fighting them every step of the way.

His shirt and pants were ragged, his grey, hip length hair matted and oily, hanging in clumped tendrils around his face. Both her and Miroku took a step backwards at the absolute stench that surrounded him. One of the guards walloped him on the head with a truncheon, hard enough for them to hear a solid thump as it connected. Kagome winced in sympathy as it smacked one of his canine ears, blood trickling onto his scalp, and he snarled loudly, baring some very obvious fangs. Another guard beat him again, and the other two kicked him in the back of the knees, forcing him to kneel in front Miroku and Kagome. He grasped the bars in front of him as best he could with his shackled wrists, teeth still bared in anger, amber eyes full of rage.

“This is the person you took the box from?!” Kagome squeaked in surprise, shuffling backwards a tiny step. She’d never seen anyone like him before, and the scholar in her was already wanting to know more. Why did he have dogs ears and fangs? He had slitted pupils like a cat – could he see things human eyes couldn’t? Where had he come from? Did he speak English or Arabic? Or some other language she had no knowledge of?

“Shush, not so loud,” muttered Miroku from the corner of his mouth, turning his face away from the prisoner kneeling in front of them.

“Who are you?” the prisoner demanded, looking Miroku up and down, then turning his eyes almost immediately towards Kagome, as if he’d judged Miroku’s worth and found him lacking. “Who’s the wench?”

“Wench!?” Kagome sputtered, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. The sudden smirk on the prisoners face, and the accompanying glint in his inhuman amber eyes, made her want to slap him. She’d been feeling a little sorry for him after witnessing his treatment at the hands of the guards a moment before, but now she was seething.

“Ah, hello my good man,” smiled Miroku, pushing Kagome a little behind himself. “I’m just a humble local missionary, visiting the prison to save the souls of unfortunates such as yourself…” He faltered a little as he watched the prisoner ignore him, picking at his teeth with the very pointed, and probably very sharp, claw on his little finger. He dragged a reluctant Kagome forward. “And this here is my younger sister, Kagome.”

“How do you do?” said Kagome, attempting a cordial tone, then stiffening as the prisoner looked her up and down.

“Tch. Well, I guess she’s not a total loss.” He turned his head away.

“Excuse me!” said Kagome, tapping her foot at a rapid pace on the dirt, in an attempt to mitigate the burst of anger that was beginning to rise at this man’s attitude. “Excuse me, Mr…”

“Inuyasha. Just Inuyasha.”

Kagome nodded, and tried her best to smile winningly at him. “Inuyasha then.” She made the tone of her voice as warm as possible, speaking slowly and carefully, her expression coy. “You see, my brother and I found a puzzle box that we believe you might be able to help us with.”

“Bullshit.”

“I beg your pardon!?” she exclaimed. Both Miroku and Inuyasha winced at her loud and high pitched tone of indignation.

“I smell bullshit,” Inuyasha repeated gruffly. “We both know you didn’t come here to dirty your pretty little shoes in this hellhole to ask me about some box, lady. You and this stuffed shirt came here to ask me about Hamunaptra, am I right?”

Both Kagome and Miroku’s eyes widened in surprise. They both looked around nervously, hoping the guards hadn’t heard anything, and moved a little closer to the bars.

“How do you know the box has anything to do with Hamunaptra?” asked Kagome, barely able to keep the excitement out of her voice. Now they were getting somewhere!

“Because that’s where I found it.”

Miroku leaned forward, his voice a little suspicious.

“How can we believe anything someone like you would say?”

“Wait, do I know you?”

Miroku gave a nervous chuckle.

“Oh no, I don’t believe- “

Inuyasha’s nose twitched slightly, and then his eyes widened in recognition. He glowered at Miroku.

“You!”

Before Miroku could even think about taking a step backwards, Inuyasha’s fist shot forwards, catching Miroku on the chin. Even hampered as Inuyasha was by the chains, as soon as the blow connected, Miroku was laid out cold. One of the guards whacked his already bleeding ear again, hard, forcing his forehead to bounce off the metal bars in front of him.

“Hey, watch it, fucker!”

Kagome looked down at Miroku, laying prone at her feet, then delicately raised her skirt a little as she stepped over him to get closer to the bars, her eyes full of excitement.

“You were actually at Hamunaptra?” she asked, her voice full of wonder. Inuyasha stared at her in amazement.

“Don’t you care that I just decked your brother?”

She waved a placating hand at him.

“Oh, he’s had worse, I’m sure he’ll be fine in a moment. But Hamunaptra! You were actually there?!”

She watched as Inuyasha’s amazement changed into a lazy grin.

“Yeah wench, I was there.”

She was so excited that she hardly noticed what he called her.

“You were there? Oh my goodness, I can’t believe it!” Her eyes narrowed a little in suspicion, and she moved even closer. “Do you swear?”

The lazy grin grew wider, a pointed fang lowering over his cracked lower lip.

“Every damn day.”

Kagome scoffed.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

The grin was still there, then it dropped away from his face.

“I know what you meant. But I was there alright. Seti's place. The City of The Dead.”

Kagome could hardly contain her excitement.

“What did you see there?”

“A lot of sand.” He almost shuddered. “And a lot of death.��

But Kagome would not be put off now. Not when she was so close. She could see the warden coming back, and she just had to get this information. She leaned closer to him, taking off her hat to guard their conversation.

“Inuyasha,” she whispered, her tone determined. “Could you tell me how to get there?”

He looked at her, and blinked slowly, his expression nonplussed.

“The exact location,” she wheedled, eyes shining with excitement, “pretty please?”

“You really wanna know?” he asked.

“Yes!”

“You really, really wanna know?”

“Yes, yes, more than anything!” she said, almost bursting with nervous excitement.

He beckoned her closer, gesturing with one pointed finger.

“C’mere then.”

She was now almost nose to nose with him, ears straining, eyes wide, ready to commit anything he might say to memory so she could write it down as soon as a pen and paper were handy. If only she’d bought one of her notebooks with her! But before she knew it, one of Inuyasha’s hands shot out, not to punch her as he had Miroku, but grab her chin firmly. And then his chapped lips were planted firmly against hers.

Before she had a chance to register anything more than shocked astonishment at receiving her very first kiss in such a manner, the lips were dragged away.

“You wanna know so bad? Then get me the fuck outta here lady!”

She watched as all four guards rained blows down on his head, dragging him backwards. She heard the warden laughing maliciously behind her.

“Wait, wait, I’m not done talking to him yet! Where are they taking him?”

“To be hanged.”

“Why?” Kagome gasped, her shock at this sudden turn of events evident. She grimaced at the wide grin Warden Mukotsu gave her.

“Apparently, he had a very good time.”

Kagome hurried after Mukotsu, almost tripping over Miroku as she strove to keep with the warden.

They climbed a set of stairs to a balcony overlooking the whole courtyard, Mukotsu sitting down to watch the show, while Kagome hovered anxiously, fingers tapping nervously on the balcony railing. She watched as Inuyasha was dragged up the stairs to the gallows. Other prisoners hollered and jeered as the noose was roughly forced over his head, then cinched tightly around his throat. He made direct eye contact with her, his expression stoic. What could she do? Suddenly she had a brain wave, turning to address the warden.

“What if I offered you one hundred pounds to secure his release?”

The warden shrugged, noisily snacking on a plate of dates on a small table at his side. Juice and spittle ran down his chin as he answered.

“I would pay one hundred to see him hang,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the gallows below.

“Two hundred pounds, then,” she bargained, eyes darting back and forth between Inuyasha and the warden, who ignored her totally. He stood for a moment, bellowing down to the guards below.

“Proceed!”

“Three hundred pounds!” Kagome said desperately. She could tell Inuyasha could hear their conversation even over the dreadful noise of the screaming prisoners, his ears twitched in their direction. She looked back towards him and saw him nod at her, as if to say, keep it going. The yelling suddenly grew quiet as the hangman addressed Inuyasha.

“Any last requests, dog?” he sneered, spitting on the trapdoor near Inuyasha’s feet.

Inuyasha pretended to look thoughtful for a moment, then spat his reply.

“Yeah, I'd like ya to let me go.”

The Hangman grabbed the lever to the trapdoor with a leering grin.

“FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS!” yelled Kagome, sitting down on the seat next to the Warden, her eyes pleading, then recoiled as he set his greasy, lecherous hand high on her thigh, fingers grabbing hard enough to bruise.

“Anything additional to offer?”

Before she could think, Kagome slapped his hand in revulsion, then gasped as Warden Mukotsu angrily turned and gestured to the Hangman. The trapdoor dropped away with loud bang.

“Oh no!”

She watched, horrified as Inuyasha dropped through the hole, his body jerking as the rope pulled taut. She wanted to look away, but couldn’t. His legs kicked wildly, then stopped, and for a moment, she thought all was lost. The rope spun him lazily around to face her again, and she realised he was still alive.

“Ha! His neck did not break! Good! Now we watch him strangle to death,” jeered the Mukotsu, stuffing another date into his mouth.

Angry chanting began amongst the prisoners, and the guards shouldered their guns nervously. Kagome could see Miroku climbing the steps, staggering a little, but she didn’t have time to help him right now. Not when a man’s life and finding Hamunaptra was at stake. She leaned towards the Warden.

“He knows the location to Hamunaptra”, she whispered urgently.

Warden Mukotsu’s head jerked toward her, his expression incredulous.

“You lie.”

“I would never!”

She glanced back towards the gallows. At the end of the rope, Inuyasha was making horrible choking and gagging sounds, his face a grotesquely mottled shade of red. She had to hurry!

The Warden eyed her suspiciously, wiping date juice off the corner of his mouth with a dirty sleeve.

“Are you saying this filthy godless son of a dog knows where to find The City of The Dead? Truly?”

“Yes, and if you cut him down, we will give you ten percent,” she said quickly, hoping that this would work. Inuyasha didn’t look like he had much time left.

“Fifty percent.”

She hesitated a moment, glancing back to Inuyasha, and watched his eyes widen at her incredulously at her bargaining. She quickly turned her eyes back to the Warden.

“Twenty.”

“Forty.”

Kagome hesitated again, biting her lip. Inuyasha’s eyes were looking up at her, almost bulging out of his head, like he couldn’t believe her.

“Give .... give him .... give him,” he coughed.

Under pressure, Kagome shrieked, “Twenty-five percent, and not one single farthing more!”

The Warden leered at her, then yelled down to the hangman. The sunlight bounced off the scimitar in his hands as he swung, cutting the rope, sending Inuyasha plummeting to the ground. His bound hands scrabbled in the dirt as he fought to get himself onto his knees, coughing and wheezing, taking deep breaths. His bloodshot eyes looked up towards the balcony.

Miroku finally made it up the stairs, leaning against the railing with a groan.

“So, how’d we do old mum? Did we win?” he asked, looking with some distaste at the leering grin of the Warden, then down into the courtyard at Inuyasha, who was still on his knees.

Kagome smiled broadly, and waved down at Inuyasha, who glowered at her.

“Yes Miroku, I do believe this visit was a success,” she said, excitement bubbling up. They were going to Hamunaptra!

“Jolly good show,” replied Miroku, gently fingering the darkening bruise on his chin.  

[rev-wrath]

Sorry, Need You Back

Bruce Wayne x Batdad!Reader

Summary: Your second son has died. It’s taken a toll on the whole family but you need your husband to come back and be a person again.

Info: Hurt/comfort. Male Reader. 0.7k words

Notes: First image is art that can be found here.

Nothing’s really been the same. Not since he left. This isn’t something one really could get over. But it’s been over two months and things are dicey, so you’ve got to get your priorities in order.

You slam a hand down on to the desk. “Up.” Bruce grunts, looking over at you before his gaze goes back to his work. “Get. Up.”

“I have work to do.”

“You have a life to live. And you’re sure as hell not doing that down here. Or out there.” You jerk your head in the direction of the Batman suit.

“I’m living plenty.” Really, he’s just surviving in some odd way. Existing almost purely as Batman and hardly doing much outside of that, even including eating and sleeping. You’re not sure the last time you saw him eat something that wasn’t a granola bar, bits of fruit or part of a sandwich.

“Bruce, I know you’re hurt. I know you’re grieving. I am too. But this is not the way to do it.”

“I can’t make that mistake again.”

“It was not your fault, Bruce. If it’s your fault it’s mine too. He’s…” You hesitate, not sure if you even should use present tense anymore. But in the end Jason will always be your son. “he’s my son too. I should have paid more attention to him, never let him go, much less by himself. I should have gone with you.”

“You’re not like me.” He argues.

“I can fight too, I have. I will again.” You don’t say that you will again if you have to, just that you will. You’re smarter than that. You know how things work.

“I know, but you’re not doing it every night.”

“I’m not.” You would if you had to though. “But I know you can’t keep doing this. I feel like I’m losing you.” He’s not the same, you don’t blame him. There’s been little differences about you too. Like the way you keep Dick closer, in a way you haven’t in a long time. If someone asked him though, Dick would say this is way more than that. After all, it’s not every day you lose a son.

Bruce though? Bruce is angry and withdrawn in a way that you’ve never seen. It worries you. It’s part of the reason why you’ve been tightly holding every bit of you together. One of you has to. Bless Alfred but some things aren’t meant to fall on just him, or him at all.

“I’ve already buried one of my sons. I don’t want to have to bury my husband too.” The way Bruce is going, someone else is more likely to bury their husband than you. Still, your husband is wasting away in front of you, like he’s intent on burying himself in some way.

That must have hit him because it’s only then that he softens and looks at you. “You won’t. I won’t have another son buried, I won’t have me buried and I won’t have you buried. But that means I have to get better.” His gaze returns to his work.

“You’re not getting better. You’re destroying yourself” Grabbing his chair you spin him towards you before cupping his face. “You’re exhausted.” His eyes would look dead if not for the ever present fire in them. Dimly lit under the weight of his world. “This isn’t helping.”

“I just need to be better.” He places his hand on top of yours but doesn’t move it. Instead he curls his fingers around it. “Figure out how to maximize everything. Be more efficient. Get more eyes and ears in places.”

“Rest.” Though you say it softly the word is firm. As unmoving and unwavering as you are. Though when the silence stretches on for too long you say, “Please. You need it, and I need you.”

He exhales. “Okay.”

“Come on, get up. We’re going to sit out on the terrace, have a meal, and get some sun.”

Bruce’s hand falls into your own as you lead him upstairs. Later he will hold you and tell you how it was never your fault, that you did the best you could here, in Gotham, at home. How you continue to do the best you could and he was so very grateful for you then convince you to rest a little yourself. Perhaps Alfred would find the two of you tucked into each other in a sitting room in the evening and a little tension would leave him as you two were beginning to come back to yourselves, to each other.

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All I Want For Christmas Is You (BuckTommy) - 5/8

Summary: When Buck and Tommy pick each other for the 118's Secret Santa, they both realize they know nothing about each other. That changes very quickly. Words: 3.2k Rating: M Read on Ao3 Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

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Chapter Five

They went on a walk after lunch, walking close together so that their shoulders brushed from time to time. It would have been easy to hold hands, but Buck felt a little bit awkward about that in a way that he wouldn’t if it was a woman walking next to him. Somehow, they wound up at a Christmas Market. Lots of tents and booths had been set up and there was a crowd of people going around from one vendor to the next. 

“Want to stop and look around? I know I still haven’t got anything for my Secret Santa,” Tommy said. 

“Oh. Yeah, sure. I haven’t bought anything either,” Buck said. 

The first few tents had handcrafts. Pottery. Hand painted ornaments. Crochet and knit hats and scarves. None of it yelled Tommy at Buck, but he did watch Tommy closely to see what caught his attention or made him pause. Plenty did, like the tent full of car stuff that they browsed for a quick moment. When they smelled chocolate, Tommy seemed to follow his nose to the source. Buck followed, more than a little amused. He really couldn’t cease to be amazed by Tommy. 

It was a little hot chocolate station, but Tommy didn’t even seem to care too much about that when he saw they were also selling cookies. 

Sweetooth absolutely confirmed. If nothing else, Buck could fall back on that for the Secret Santa gift. He had been thinking about getting him something for his art room, but not only did Tommy already seem to have everything he might need, Buck knew next to nothing about art or painting, or what it took to be so creative. 

“Here,” Tommy said, handing a wax paper wrapped cookie to Buck. 

Tommy had already unwrapped his own and he was taking a bite, moaning in a way that was indecent and that Buck hoped to elicit while doing other activities. Buck held his cookie and watched Tommy. 

“Waft?” Tommy asked, mouth full. 

“You’re just…you’re surprising,” Buck said and unwrapped his cookie. 

He broke a piece off and put it in his mouth. It was good, chewy and sweet with crispy edges. 

“So what’s your secret,” Buck said as they started walking again, eating his cookie slowly while Tommy chewed on the last of his. 

“My secret?” 

“I saw your abs,” Buck said, “but I’m getting the feeling you don’t pass on sweets.” 

“I work out,” Tommy said. “And yeah, I like cookies and cake. I know my weaknesses and I do enough physically not to worry about it.”

“You definitely do,” Buck said and he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over Tommy. 

“Evan,” Tommy said with warning in his tone. 

They spent another hour just walking about the market stopping at a few places but not buying anything. Buck was a little amazed by everything handmade. It was just really impressive to see how much people could create. Buck had never been inventive that way and maybe that was why he appreciated it more. There was a carpenter that carved and whittled wood into almost anything. He had amazing pieces and Buck spent a good amount of time just looking through the things on display. Reluctantly he didn’t buy anything mostly because he wasn’t even sure what he would do with it. 

“Hey, do you, uh, do you want to come back to mine?” Tommy asked when they made it to the parking lot. 

Buck nodded immediately. “Yes. I drove here. You?” 

“Uber,” Tommy said. 

“So you were hoping for a ride?” Buck asked. 

Tommy laughed. “I mean—”

“Not…well, not entirely like that, I guess.” Except that thinking about it, it did give him ideas. 

Tommy laughed again. “I love how much you blush.” 

“I don’t usually,” Buck said because he didn’t. 

“Oh. So, it’s just me, then. I bring this out in you.” 

“Yeah,” Buck breathed out. “Very much so. I really…I like you, Tommy.” 

“Oh,” Tommy said. “I like you too. I’m sorry if I ever gave you the impression I didn’t. I just — it’s hard to let people in. But, I’m glad I stopped being so stubborn about that.” 

“Me too,” Buck said. 

-

It took everything in Tommy to not grab Evan’s hand while they walked the Christmas Market, but it felt like a step too far. They hadn’t talked anything out. They were on a first date. Tommy already knew how big Evan’s cock was and how he tasted. Holding hands felt like a different step and he wasn’t prepared for it despite wanting it. 

Tommy hadn’t intended for the Christmas Market, but it seemed to be working out in his favor. He’d seen the way that Evan’s eyes lit up when they got to the carpenter’s tent, how he admired the work from the smallest to the biggest. While Evan was distracted by a sailing ship carved into wood, Tommy had gotten talking to the owner and artist. He’d given Tommy a business card and Tommy thought it might be a good idea to call him. 

By the time they arrived back at his place, he could feel Evan’s twitchiness. He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and too focused on driving and following Tommy’s directions to say much. 

“We should have bought you ornaments,” Evan said as soon as they stepped inside. 

Tommy snorted. “My tree is fine without.” 

“It’s naked,” Evan said, “kinda like I’m hoping we will be soon.” 

“Is that how you usually get them to go to bed with you?” 

Evan rolled his eyes. “Don’t usually make it that far.” 

“Hmm, maybe they weren’t appreciating you enough, then.” 

He pulled Evan into a kiss and it was like whatever tension had been hanging over them burst. They kissed and groped and Tommy did get Evan to go up the stairs to his room. Their clothes were discarded and then Evan was crawling onto Tommy’s bed and Tommy took in the view for a moment before he joined him. 

Their lips met again and they were touching any part of the other that they could reach. Tommy wanted to map out all of Evan, to run his fingers over everything and to kiss and lick and just explore him with his hands to the point of knowing him by touch. When his hand accidentally brushed Evan’s nipple, he gasped. 

“Oh?” Tommy said and did it again before he bent and licked it, sucking it into his mouth. 

Evan didn’t shy away from making noise and showing his pleasure. He was eager for anything and everything. Tommy had had plenty of sex, but Evan gave himself to it. He didn’t hold back, he was unabashed and it was beautiful. Tommy was left wondering if this was how Evan was all of the time. 

Several minutes of kissing and groping and rutting brought them close to an early peak. It wasn’t what Tommy wanted. What he’d been craving was Evan’s perfect cock stretching him and pounding into him. So, he reached for the lube in his bedside table. Evan smirked at him, kissed him. 

“I want you inside me,” Tommy got out. 

Evan’s response was to moan as he kissed him again. 

“You did offer me a ride, Evan,” Tommy reminded him. 

Evan burst into loud laughter and he kissed Tommy again. “I don’t go back on promises.”

“Good.” 

Tommy had fingered himself before the date. He’d been in the shower and his mind had just gone to what might happen and a daydream of Evan pulling him into a bathroom or just an alley and having his way with him had made him want to be prepared even if just a little. So he was a little loose, but certainly not enough. A little work of his fingers got him to a point of being ready and he couldn’t take the way that Evan watched him as he did. 

They got kissing again and meanwhile, Evan opened the condom and slipped it on. Tommy poured a bit of lube onto his hand and he wrapped it around Evan’s cock sliding his hand up and down to cover the whole of him. Then, Tommy climbed onto Evan’s lap, facing him. 

Evan’s hands went to his hips and ran up his back and then down to his thighs. He kissed Tommy again as Tommy situated himself. It had been a while for him and he wanted it. He was hungry for it. The stretch of it. The fullness of it. The connection. Tommy hadn’t known how much he would love to bottom when he first started putting himself out there. Most of the time with his build guys expected him to top and Tommy loved that too, it was just that he enjoyed the feeling of being full too. 

Tommy took grasp of Evan, brought himself to Evan and then slowly sank down, gasping when the head was inside. Evan made a noise too, pressed his forehead to Tommy’s chest and kissed him there. Evan was thick. He was lengthy. He was absolutely perfect and he let Tommy take the lead. Tommy could see how it was affecting him, the slack of his jaw and the grip that his hands had on him. Oh, Tommy wanted those fingerprints left behind on his skin. 

Tommy sank down more and more. He felt incredibly full. 

“Tommy,” Evan whispered. “So tight, Tommy. Won’t last long.” 

“Neither will I,” Tommy assured him as he moved up and dropped down. 

Evan groaned. They found a rhythm together and Evan seemed incapable of not touching him. His hands were everywhere that he could reach and he brought him down for heated messy kisses that was more them panting at each other because they were far more focused on the way that Evan was lifting his hips up to thrust into Tommy and how the angle was just right, finding Tommy’s prostate and sending pleasure coursing through him. 

When Evan touched his cock, Tommy thought he might explode. Evan ground up into him, hitting just right and Tommy was seeing stars. Evan was shouting too. Tommy slumped onto him and he felt Evan kiss his cheek, felt the way he touched his face and got caught up in looking at his blissed out face. He was beautiful. 

-

Buck had had anal sex before. With women. It had felt good, but this was different. Somehow. Maybe it was Tommy and the view of him riding him and how there was an actual heft to him that Buck could feel. It was amazing. It was more than Buck had expected. When they both came, Buck stayed inside him, softened inside him. Tommy was smiling and Buck reached up and touched his cheek and felt the small kiss that Tommy gave his thumb like the precious thing it was. He missed the weight and warmth of him when Tommy got off his lap, dropping onto the bed next to him.

“So that was—”

“Yeah,” Tommy said, he kissed Buck’s bicep. “To be repeated again.” 

Buck laughed. 

“Nap with me?” 

The last time, Tommy had been on his back and Buck had curled up around him, but this time after a couple of logistical things, Buck found himself lying with Tommy, his back to Tommy’s front, Tommy’s arm around him. He’d never been the little spoon before and he loved it. Burrowed into Tommy and felt Tommy kiss his bare shoulder. He felt cared for. He felt cherished. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. 

“For the longest time I wondered if you were sex repulsed,” Buck said, not sure why that popped into his head. 

“What?” Tommy asked, laughter in his voice. 

“Yeah you like never wanted to join in on any of the conversations Chim and I were having and you never talked about your own love life so—”

“So that just makes me a private person,” Tommy said with a chuckle. “Hen doesn’t really talk about her sex life with Karen. Evan, not all of us are as earnest as you are when it comes to this stuff. It isn’t easy. I guess you get that since you only ever talked about hooking up with women.” 

“I — well, that’s because I did only ever sleep with women. I mean, before…before this. Before we kissed and I realized that all this time I was not straight or noticing men because I wanted to emulate them or something.”

Buck felt Tommy freeze. He felt Tommy pull away and cold fell over Buck. 

“You…you’ve never been with a guy before me,” Tommy said, slowly. 

Buck waited a beat. “That’s right.” 

“Evan,” Tommy said. “I — why didn’t you tell me?” 

Tommy let him go entirely, he actually got up from the bed. Buck turned to look at him and found that Tommy looked a little pale. He stood completely still. 

“Oh my god, that night…that night you were drunk and kissing is one thing. We…and tonight. I — you should have said something.” 

Tommy paced a few steps. Buck didn’t know what to do. Hadn’t known that this would be a big deal or a problem. Tommy had his serious face on, the one he got at work when they were facing a big rescue or something unusually dangerous. 

“I mean yes, but that doesn’t change anything. You helped me figure something out about myself. It’s…everything has been amazing and—”

“You should have told me,” Tommy said, cutting him off. He ran a hand through his hair. “I had no idea. I thought you just didn’t like to say anything at work like how I don’t say anything about being gay to everyone I meet. That’s not it, you’re just like jumping into this and…oh, god, we jumped into this without thinking anything through.”

“Tommy,” Buck said, reaching out to him. 

He felt like whatever happiness had gathered inside him was leaking out. Tommy looked like he was mere moments from just running out of his room, forget that he was practically naked or that he’d be leaving his own bedroom. 

“Tommy, it’s okay,” Buck said, “I’ve enjoyed everything we’ve done. I’ve enjoyed all the time we’ve gotten to spend together. This has been great. Fun. I’m, I think I’m bisexual. No, I know. I know that now and you…you played a big part in helping me realize that. Tommy, you did that, and tonight was amazing. The other day was amazing.”  

Tommy’s face didn’t lose the pinched look, but his shoulders relaxed. He didn’t return to the bed, instead getting sweatpants and t-shirt on. It felt like Buck was watching him literally build his walls back up with every sliver of skin that he hid. When he turned back to Buck, he let out a sigh. 

“So that night, when we kissed, that was the first time you kissed a guy.” 

“Um. Yeah,” Buck said, careful. “It was transformative. It was like I finally realized what I’d been missing this whole time.” 

Tommy nodded, he smiled a little. “It’s a great feeling,” he said. 

“It was. Everything about that night was.”

“Right,” Tommy said. “It shouldn’t have happened. Not like that. Not like this. You—”

Buck had to laugh then. He reached for Tommy and hoped that Tommy would let him touch him. He grabbed his hand and Tommy just watched him. He didn’t pull away, though. 

“If I hadn’t wanted to do any of this, I wouldn’t have done it, Tommy.”

“Okay,” Tommy said, letting out a sigh. 

Buck ran his thumb over the back of Tommy’s hand. “Now come back here, I thought we were going to nap.” 

Tommy took back his earlier position. Buck mourned that he couldn’t feel his bare skin, but he could do with his warmth. He felt when Tommy relaxed into him and then Tommy fell asleep, breaths evening out. 

Buck couldn’t sleep. 

He just didn’t understand the way that Tommy had reacted. Everyone had firsts and there were, sexually speaking, very few things that Buck hadn’t done. Being with a guy did bring on a lot of firsts, but it wasn’t like Buck hid how much he got around. Maybe for Tommy it was a bigger deal and maybe Buck should have said something earlier, but it felt like such a small thing. The truth of it was, that nothing felt like what it felt like to be with Tommy and Buck knew that was all to do with Tommy and not his gender. 

He must have drifted off eventually, because the next thing he knew was blinking awake. The room was dark and Tommy wasn’t in bed anymore. Buck got up, decided it was too cold and that he’d already walked around Tommy’s house once in just his underwear. He got redressed and walked down to the first floor, listening for anything that might tell him where Tommy was. 

He found him in the art room. 

“Hey,” Buck said. 

“Hi,” Tommy said. 

He was painting. So far it looked like just a few blobs of color on the canvas. Buck had no idea what it might end up becoming. He wondered if he would get to see the finished product. He took a walk around the room. Nothing had changed much since the last time he’d been there. Tommy’s collection of paintings lay where they lay, his sketchbooks were still a pile on the table and next to them was a cup with just a few pencils. Since he was painting, his paint was out and open with a few brushes sitting within reach. 

“Looks like you’re busy,” Buck said. 

“I…I just kinda felt like doing some art,” Tommy said and turned back to it, it felt like a dismissal. 

“Painting anything in particular?” Buck tried. 

Tommy shrugged. 

“I guess that means I’ll leave you to it, then,” Buck said, hoping that Tommy would stop him from leaving. 

Tommy hummed back in response. He didn’t even look in Buck’s direction. 

“See you at work, Tommy,” Buck said. 

-

Tommy heard his front door close behind Evan. It left a silence behind that Tommy didn’t know how to handle. It left him on his own with a paintbrush in one hand, his other hand curled into a fist. This was how Tommy usually spent his days off, but this time he also felt empty. 

It was that he’d planned on dinner with Evan and maybe Evan staying the night. It was that the whole day had made Tommy think that maybe this wouldn’t stay casual. The whole date had been as close to perfect as it could get. They both talked about going out again as if it weren’t just a possibility, but the reality. He Christmas Market had been fun and they’d had even more fun once they got to Tommy’s house. Since the first kiss, Tommy had been trying to convince himself that it was always going to be casual and fun, but that was not what he felt and not what he wanted. 

Evan was wonderful. He was everything Tommy had never thought he’d find, so of course he wasn’t ready. Of course he was at a completely different stage than Tommy and Tommy couldn’t hold him back. He hadn’t said that to Evan, but he also knew how Evan was and how Evan would be again. Probably. 

Tommy was just the guy that helped him discover something about his sexuality and from that Evan would branch out and discover more. So, this was better for both of them. 

He painted and tried not to think about Evan. He painted and hoped the painting would hold everything he felt so that Tommy didn’t have to feel it anymore. He shouldn’t be so affected.

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Hello ! how are you author-nim?? Can u do yandere emperor with dancer reader who is in reality a princess of another kingdom who ran away from her kingdom bcuz she didn't wanted to marry the old noble man who her parents choose for her for political support.......thank u!!💕❤

I'm doing well, Thanks for asking

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You let out a shaky breath as you bowed, adrenaline still dancing along your nerves despite your performance ending. And as usual the first to clap with others following in rapid succession was your employer and savior the Grand Emperor. Proud and powerful Emperor Roy was always a grand supporter of the arts. As such it wasn’t bizarre for him to have a dancer like yourself. The only thing was his specificity. Too many times had the head caretakers tried to replace you for another or even employing another. 

“What is this filth?! Where’s my dancer?!” 

Even when his highest advisor demonstrated concern, he refuted them all. You were Emperor Roy’s dancer and that was all you wanted to be. Other than sheer terror for the man you worked for you had come to greatly appreciate him for many a time had he made this the profession you loved so dearly. In your earlier days his growing favor over you left you entirely exhausted performing more than seven times a day with different choreographies each. It baffles you to this day how quickly he picked up on your fatigue, immediately summoning those he deemed responsible: your choreographer, the head maid, and your senior dancer–who at this point was practically doing nothing. The choreographer and head maid condemned you for not being ‘strong enough’ but your senior dancer, a woman who was enslaved by the last emperor stuck up for you. 

“She’s exhausted because you keep calling her, your emperorness! She’s got no time to sleep or eat, not with all the dances she’s gotta learn!” 

Despite the court’s visible disgust with her dialect and honesty the Emperor was amused. He fired the choreographer and made your senior your prime caretaker and fellow choreographer. From then on any conflicts were easily solved at simply a look the Emperor got what he wanted. 

You tried pinpointing what had him so interested. Perhaps it was lust seeing as his mistress used to sneer everytime he beckoned you. But when a companion of his openly questioned him, he denied it. Someone of his stature shouldn’t have any trouble doing so.

“No this is nothing like shallow admiration…but I wouldn’t expect a bed-hopper like you to understand.”

You’d never spoken to him. Here, you were beneath him and it’d be an insult to.  He’d spoken to you plenty though. For he was as guilty of demanding private performances as he did public ones. They were typically no different except he’d sometimes pull at your veil–a commonality for someone of your position. He’d talk cryptically speaking of fairytales–typically ones about romances with dark aspects. Your senior suggested it may have been code but for both of your safety you kept your mouths shut. 

Other than that it was perfect. 

Perfect until they came.

“O Great Emperor I beseech you! My sister Princess of my future kingdom has run away and I strongly believe that it is your territory that she hides herself in!” 

You were shrunk into the pillar you were previously waiting behind for your cue. But at the sound of familiar ironclad soldiers with that voice you immediately felt your heart drop to your stomach. In terms of decorum your sister’s entrance seemed to disrupt the court distracting them from your absence but the Emperor was not nearly so gullible. Shooting a look at your senior who swiftly made her way over to you with a worried look on her face.

“What’sa matter suga?”

“I-uh-I don’t th-think I can uh perform. I just don’t-”

“Hey hey it's okay. Guess this haught taughty got you all jazzed up. Don’t worry about it, you know he’ll understand. Now get in bed! Calm those nerves, ya hear?” 

You thank her dashing back to your room barely aware of the chaos you left in your wake. Not many knew what would happen if Emperor Roy did not have his dancer because there had never been a time where he didn’t. But the princess and the court would bear witness when your senior whispered into the monarch’s ear. 

“Your dancer got spooked by the surprise visit. They’re shaking som’thin’ fierce and may be out of commission for a while.”

His slightly peeved expression morphed into seething anger. Blind with rage he cast her out scolding her for her lack of manners for someone claiming to be a future queen. Removing her by force, the court was in disarray, some suggesting he organize a search party, others urging him to apologize and make her his bride. He ultimately ignored everyone, fuming as he completed his work for the day and secluded himself. Refusing to see anyone he was none the wiser to the actions of his mistress. 

Waiting until your senior was fast asleep she slipped into your quarters. With only a single candle to light the darkness of your windowless room she could see you shake and hear your wavering breath. You didn’t notice her until her shadow creeped behind you on the wood floors. 

“W-what do you want?”

You feared she would reach for your neck with those manicured hands and in your current state you’d be helpless to stop her. Instead she held you by your shoulders as she pushed you into the plush of her chest. Triggered once more you sobbed into her silk garments eased into shuddered breaths as she rubbed at your back. Letting her lips brush against your forehead she spoke softly, careful not to startle you further.

“Why are you so scared of the convoy?”

With stray tears you tell her about your identity as the extra princess, your father and mother finding no use for you other than to please some old noble with your hand in marriage. You gripped at her cloth as you voiced your frustration before crumbling into her arms as she rocked you.

“I-i’m not e-even the youngest! My oldest sister will become queen and my little brother isn’t even of age and they plan to let him marry for love! He’s hardly a teenager! Th-they just don’t b-bother to know me or e-even ask!? I just–”

“Shhhh.”

Soothing you through another bout of tears, you eventually calmed to let her speak. 

“You must tell him.”

“But I can-”

“You are of status so you can speak to him and he’d treat you well. Much better than any old noble.”

“B-but I don’t know-”

“You need to tell him. Or else…I will.”

“What?! No no…I will…I’ll try…maybe?”

“...”

“Fine, just give me time.”

She held you well into the night. Gently tucking you in as your breaths became stead and she could pry your fists from her silk sleeves. Shutting the door as quietly as she could, she turned to meet the skeptical eyes of your senior. Raising her head high she passed the glaring dancer as she once again entered the main halls. With steady steps she made her way to the Emperor’s chambers waving away the guards knocking twice before entering. Closing the door she kept her back facing the door as she bowed.

“I have news, your grace.”

_____________________________________________

“Wonderful performance as always! I’m pleased you could bring yourself to perform on my behalf.” 

You deeply bowed internally debating how you’d go about this. The emperor would usually begin his ramblings about now. You felt like a fish with how many times you opened and closed your mouth. Ultimately scolding yourself as the Emperor beckoned you closer to himself. Keeping your eyes away from him you felt him lift your veil. Not flinching at his cold hands wrapping around your chin and tilting your face side to side. 

“I thought I recognized that nose.”

Your eyes snapped open as his fingers lingered along your jaw. If now wasn’t a good time there’d never be one. 

“Uh y-your grace um-”

“You must be the runaway princess then?”

“Y-yes b-but please don’t turn me in I- don-no I can’t go back!”

“Oh? Why not?”

“They intend to marry me to a man thrice my age. I hardly know him anyhow.”

Finally releasing your chin he tapped a finger on his chin as he leaned back into the couch he was leaning on. 

“Then we have quite the dilemma on our hands then.”

“W-we do?”

“But of course! You want to avoid getting married to a slimy dinosaur and I-” He pulled you down to his level; making you lean on the couch so as not to fall on top of him.”-want to keep my favorite dancer.”

“Uhm if you’d like I can be a mistress of yours! I’d still dance for you!”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, no but maybe…as my wife?”

“Wife?! B-but didn’t you refuse all the other duchesses? That one empress?”

“I did. I seem to have been waiting for a perfect princess to fall into my lap. So what do you say? Be my one and only wife?”

“O-okay, uh yeah.”

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Encounters in Verity | Prongsfoot

The fic I wrote for the @prongsfootproject Reverse Bang has been revealed and I'm happy to share it with you all.

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Title: Encounters in Verity Rating: E Artist: @fiendishfyre Word count: 15.5k Summary: When James returns to Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays for his final semester at Hogwarts, he expects it to be like any other semester if perhaps a bit more emotional. What he doesn't expect is the arrival of a transfer student from Durmstrang who turns everything upside down. Sirius Black is everything that James Potter is not, so why can't James get him out of his head? It doesn't help when they get paired for potions, forced to work together despite their differences.

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Snippet below the cut.

When James Fleamont Potter steps off the Hogwarts Express after the Christmas holidays, he doesn’t know that his life is about to change. It feels like any other time, except, of course, that it’s his last. It hits him, as he walks towards the carriages that will take them up to the castle.

“One last time,” Remus says as they climb into one of the wagons, proving that James is not the only one who is feeling a tad bit sentimental. “Feels weird, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” James agrees as he takes his seat, scooting over enough to make room for Peter who is following close behind. “Still can’t get my head around it, it doesn’t feel real.”

“This final term is going to be a nightmare,” Pete moans. “I practiced so much over Christmas and I still didn’t manage to transform a single one of my toads into toadstool.”

James laughs, clasping a hand on his friend’s shoulder with an amused glitter in his eyes.

“Let’s worry about that tomorrow, eh? One more night of freedom before it all kicks off.”

“Easy for you to say,” Pete grumbles. “You managed on your first try.”

Remus gives his friend a sympathetic look.

“I’ll help you tomorrow, if you want,” he offers. “Although my toadstools haven’t been nearly as good as Jamie’s.”

“Plenty of time to figure all of that out,” James says with a dismissive wave of his hand. “NEWTs are months away yet.”

“If you think you can beg off studying like you did ahead of the OWLs you’ve got another thing coming, Potter,” comes a voice from outside the carriage, and when James turns his head he sees Lily climb into their wagon, closely followed by the rest of the girls in their year. “The NEWTs are something else.”

James merely grins at her, a self-assured tilt to his smirk as he shrugs.

“Don’t worry about me, Evans. I think I’ll be just fine.”

It’s true, James isn’t worried. It’s not only because he’s cocky, as he knows people say behind his back, he isn’t. He just knows that magic comes easy to him, that he masters things far quicker than his classmates. He can’t explain it, at least not in a way that doesn’t make him sound like a lunatic.

It’s not that he believes any of the blood supremacy stuff that some of the other students are spouting. Muggleborns can be just as talented as purebloods, Lily Evans is a perfect example of just that, but he does believe his magical heritage has made it easy for him.

The conversation around him sinks into background noise, everyone sharing how they have spent their Christmases, as James allows his thoughts to wander. It feels bittersweet, the fact that his Hogwarts time is coming to an end. He feels sad leaving this world behind, but at the same time he’s buzzing for a new adventure. He still doesn’t know what he wants to do with his time after Hogwarts, only that he wants a proper adventure without anything holding him back.

He knows that his friends have a very different outlook on life after Hogwarts. Peter is worrying, of course, fretting that he won’t be able to gather enough NEWTs to land himself the Ministry job that his parents expect. For Remus it’s different, his Lycanthropy making life in the wizarding world hard, but James has already decided he’s going to do what he can to help him once they move into the real world.

James, however, dreams of bigger things. He wants to see the world, wants to travel, wants to experience new things before he gets too old. He will take over the family business at some point, probably, but not yet.

The journey back to the castle is quick, and the group bicker among themselves as they climb the stairs to Gryffindor Tower. Their dorm feels pleasantly familiar as they step through the door, everything nearly exactly as they had left it before Christmas, except– except not.

“That’s odd,” says Remus, watching the extra bed with a frown on his face. “What’s that doing here?”

“I don’t know,” James says, his curiosity immediately piqued. 

Since their first night at Hogwarts, the Gryffindor Boys’ dorm for their year has only ever hosted three beds. It was an unusual year when they were sorted into their houses. It had been a long time ago since the Gryffindor boys were so few, but the Sorting Hat works in mysterious ways and no-one had questioned it.

Now, however, there is a fourth bed there, nestled between James’ and Remus’. There is a trunk as well at the foot of the bed, some sort of crest painted on it together with the words Toujours Pur and the initials S.O.B.

“A new student?” James asks, then answers his own question almost immediately. “But who joins a school six months before we’re supposed to finish for good? That makes no sense.”

“I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough,” comments Remus as he starts unpacking, Pete humming in agreement.

James can’t let it go so easily though, he has never been one for leaving puzzles alone, but no matter how much he turns it over in his head he gets none the wiser. No-one shows up though, and eventually the three of them leave for dinner in the Great Hall.

They take a shortcut through one of the back stairs from the seventh floor corridor, emerging on the first floor, just outside McGonagall’s office. There are students everywhere, milling about and chatting, catching up after Christmas.

Peter and Remus are talking about something as they walk ahead of him, but James can’t bring himself to care. His mind is still puzzling over the mysterious trunk and extra bed in their dorm.

It takes him a moment to notice the change, but suddenly he realises how quiet it’s become around them. Usually the level of noise as all students head down for dinner is deafening, and James is fairly sure it was only moments ago, but now it’s quiet. Almost everyone has come to a halt, staring at something further down the corridor.

James cranes his neck a little, gently pushing past a gaggle of second year Ravenclaws who have stopped in the middle of the corridor. He’s almost by the stairs when he realises what it is that’s caught everyone’s attention – or rather who.

Professor McGonagall is climbing the stairs, her long robes swishing around her legs, but she’s not the one who has stunned the crowd into silence. No, it’s the boy (young man?) that is walking next to her and James feels his heart do a weird little stutter in his chest as their eyes meet.

He’s not wearing Hogwarts robes but a heavy-looking fur coat, underneath it a set of blood-red robes made out of some heavy fabric. He’s carrying something that looks like a dead cat in his arms but, James supposes, is probably something furry and uniform-related.

“Durmstrang,” Remus breathes next to him, his mouth suddenly very close to James’ ear. “Those are Durmstrang robes.”

James recognises it then, the little badge pinned to the boy’s chest, a crest that he knows vaguely from what he’s learnt about the wizarding schools in the rest of the world.

The boy looks to be roughly their age and he is tall , taller than James by at least a few inches. He’s broad-shouldered too, built like a Beater, James thinks, briefly wondering if he’s a Quidditch player.

“He’s hot ,” comes Marlene’s voice from James’ other side and he doesn’t know where she came from but he sweeps his gaze over the young man again.

He’s beautiful , James finds himself thinking and that’s bizarre because he can’t remember ever having thought that about a bloke before. Hot, sure, and sexy or even cute but never beautiful . This boy, however, is beautiful with raven black hair that’s a little on the longer side but neatly slicked back, pale skin and cheekbones that look sharp enough to cut glass.

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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 |ROTTMNT| (Leo X Male OC)

𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝!

Before we begin, I just have a lil announcement. After I upload this chapter, I won’t be able to upload anymore sometime after the 8th of January as I’m going on holiday to catch up with some friends. Your all still free to make art or ask questions on my tumblr, but I won’t be making chapters for a bit while I’m away.

BUT DONT WORRY I’LL BE BACK BEFORE YOU KNOW IT!

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“Leo! You can’t just—“

”We need the help Adri!”

”Yes, but Hueso could be—“

Adriaen didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence as Leo bursts into the room the skeleton man was at, who was seemingly painting a ship model.

"Señor Hueso! You gotta help us!" Leo frantically pants, running in and over to the desk as Adriaen sighs and walks in after him. Hueso who had recovered from the shock of their sudden visit, fixed up his hat.

“Certainly. I will begin by teaching you how to leave.”

He waved his bony hand at the two in dismissal. “Bye-bye.” 

Leo groans and slams his hands on the desk in urgency, “But this is an emergency! You won't believe what happened!” He exclaims as he told the tale of what happened earlier. Adriaen recalled how the brothers were hungry for some Run of the Mill pizza, but they only had a few minutes before the restaurant closes. So, Leo, who was still learning how to make portals mind you, decided to get him and the others to the restaurant the “fast” way.

When Leo swung open a portal with his ōdachi and everyone was sucked right in, only Leo and Adriaen made it out the other side in front of the graffiti wall.

“Adri and I came out fine, but when they came out, they didn't come out! My brothers are gone!" Leo frowns, slumping his shoulders as Adriaen lightly patted the sliders shoulder.

”Do you know what could have caused that?” Adriaen inquired to the skeleton who hums and nods in understanding. “Ah, this sounds like a classic case of portal jacking." He noted to which Leo perks up, “Uh, duh!” He smiles but then he blinked owlishly and gave a head tilt. “What's portal jacking?"

Hueso rolls his eyes before clearing his throat, "Hidden City pirates can steal the contents of a portal. Especially if the portal-maker is, shall we say, lame." He explained as Leo laughs sarcastically at the last part.

"Oh ho ho. You'll have plenty more chances to zing me while you help me find my brothers. Vamonos!"

Adriaen winced when Leo scoops up the model ship and places it into a briefcase, closing it which broke the ship apart. Adriaen turns to Hueso with an apologetic look. “I am so sorry.” He mouthed out as Hueso sighs in annoyance at the slider.

"While I would like to help my favorite customer, you're not him.” Hueso hissed lightly as he points over to a picture of Todd on the wall underneath favourite customer.

”That’s not weird at all.” Adriaen mumbled, turning his attention back to Hueso, “And I do not go to the Hidden City. Look on the bright side, you'll get used to the crushing loneliness of no brothers. And it’s not like you’re alone, you still have Adriaen, no?” He smirks to which Adriaen scoffs and leans forward.

”Look, Leo needs his brothers. Can’t you at least, I don’t know, show us the way to the Hidden City? We haven’t gone there many times to remember the way.”

Leo nods along in agreement, “Yeah, Boneman!”

Hueso groans in defeat, sighing. "Fine. I will show you the way to the Hidden City, but my help ends there." He pointed at the two who both nod. He leads the two mutants out the restaurant and over to a nearby dumpster.

”You’re not serious.” Adriaen crosses his arms as Leo observed the trash. 

“The Hidden City is in the trash?"

Hueso hums in response, "There are many doorways, but this one fits you the best.” He side eyes Leo at the comment of the trash fitting him the best. He crouched down and pulls something behind the dumpster, opening a portal to the hidden city.

"Sweet! In we go!" Leo exclaims, jumping up on the edge of the dumpster. Adriaen climbs on, waiting for Leo to dive in first. 

"No, I am not—“ Hueso declined but he was sudden dragged in by Leo who snatched his arm and jumps in. Adriaen lightly paled when Hueso was forced in.

We’re going to get banned from Run of the Mill.

Adriaen quickly jumped in after them. Luckily the fall was short as the three landed on top of a gargoyle statue, Leo groans and stood up, seeing in amazement at the sight. 

Adriaen stretched and rubbed his head, going to stand next to the blue bandana turtle. He looks up at the sky to see many yokai creatures fly in the air like a lake. “Wow. Who’s your architect? Frank Lord Gargoyle?" Leo jokes, making Adriaen cross his arms at him. “Focus. We came here to look for your brothers, remember?” He clicks his fingers as Leo shakes his head and nods.

The two heard shuffling from behind, making them turn around to see Hueso climbing back up on the statue. “You fool! You should not have brought me!" He yells towards Leo, the one who dragged him in.

Before either turtle could ask Hueso what was wrong, they were cut off when a bright light shines down on the trio. Looking up to see police officer yokai’s in a flying airship.

"Halt! Hidden City police!"

Oh great.

“Hueso! How dare you show your skull here?! We’re taking you in."

Hueso immediately began to run away, Leo and Adriaen looked on in utter confusion at the scene. Adriaen looks back at the airship to see the winged lion yokai threw a disc at them.

”Whoa!” Adriaen yelps, taking out his kama’s and blocked the disc. Leo spun his sword to also provide blocking aid, before the other officer threw orbs at them. Leo hits them back as the orbs turned into blue spheres that caught the yokai in their own trap.

"You’ll pay for this!" The police exclaim as Adriaen made a run for it but paused and looks back to see Leo smirking and giving a dramatic bow.

“I, Baron Draxum humbly apologize!” He exclaims, laughing a bit, he lightly yelps when Adriaen grabbed his arm and pulled him away. They run to Hueso who was still climbing. “Senor Hueso, are you a wanted man?" Leo grins in amusement as Adriaen raised a non-existent brow at the skeleton.

”Yeah? What gives about that whole police wanting to take you in thing?”

Hueso sighs and climbs his bony shoulders. “Yes." He admits as Leo widens his eyes before smirking playfully. “You are full of surprises." He announced as Hueso grumbled to himself.

“You have no idea. So long amigos!”

Adriaen lightly panicked in surprise when Hueso jumps onto a white yokai bird. “Oh no!” Leo determinedly narrowed his eyes, grabbing Adriaen’s hand and pulling him along to jump.

”Wait, Leo!”

They both jump and manage to cling onto the bird's legs. Adriaen grips tightly as he didn’t want to fall. "No, no, no! Do you have any idea how much danger you have put me in?" Hueso glares down at the two, "We do now. So, where we going?" Leo assured as Adriaen kicked him lightly.

”I wasn’t the one who dragged him here.”

Hueso looks between the two before looking on ahead, answering the question that Leo asked.

"We are going to the police dare not go."

"Splinter’s laundry pile?"

The three arrived at their destination. A big sign that read “Pirate Cove” for everyone to see when they walked in. They land on the pier, Leo landing face first in which he groans. Adriaen lightly face palms and follows Hueso into the market.

Leo caught up to the two and was looking around in curiosity.

"Ooh, the docks. Interesting vibe. Sort of Cape Cod meets state prison."

”Just don’t draw attention to yourself Leo.” Adriaen advised, he’s seen enough movies to know that they should definitely be discreet. "Okay, here is the plan. You two stay here and I will find a way back to New York." Hueso turns to the turtles, Adriaen giving a blank and unimpressed expression as Leo shakes his head lightly.

"Dude, let me say this in a language you can understand. No! We saved your tailbone back there, you owe us."

Leo whacked Hueso’s hat to which the skeleton man fixed it. "Okay, pepino. If this is the only way I get out of here in 206 pieces, I will give you what you need.” He gives in, but Adriaen narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

”Come. Do you see that one over there? That one knows everything you need to know.” He brought Leo to stare over at an outdoor bar where Yokai’s of all sizes were drinking. The Yokai that Hueso was pointing to looked small, but it was hard to tell when their back was turned.

”Now you go show him who is the tog dog."

"Hard as nails!” Leo announces as he began walking over to the bar. Adriaen side eyed Hueso before he let instincts take over and he subconsciously followed after Leo who puts on a brave face.

”Listen, pipsqueak. I’m top dog and you’re gonna answer my questions."

He turns the chair sound, expecting a scary looking yokai. Only to be blink in puzzlement when the yokai was an old dog yokai.

”Huh?”

Oh no.

A sudden larger yokai dog comes up behind Leo, growling. “You hassling my Gram Gram?" The dog snarls as Leo flinched and shakes in intimidation. "He says he’s top dog." The older Yokai informs as Leo gulps and chuckle awkwardly.

"I’m top dog!"

This isn’t good.

Adriaen watched as the actual top dog yokai punches Leonardo hard, causing a dust cloud. Adriaen was expecting something like that to happen as he walks over to Leo, cautiously helping him get up.

"Señor, I didn't do so...” Leo and Adriaen turn to face Hueso, only to discover that the skeleton yokai was running away.

Leo gasps in disbelief, “You are not leaving us here!”

Adriaen clicks his tongue and begins chasing. Leo following after him. “I knew he was up to something!” He hissed to himself, rounding the corner as Hueso was getting closer to them. "Get back here, you skinless coward! You're gonna help me find my brothers!" Leo calls out, growling as he takes his sword out and swings it. A portal appearing in front the two.

Adriaen widens his eyes as he tries to skid to a halt but wasn’t fast enough. The portal opens back up in front of Hueso who yelps at the sight, Adriaen peeking his head through and snatched Hueso inside.

”Get in here you pile of bones.”

Adriaen drags Hueso into the portal and they crash into another part of the Hidden World. Adriaen grunts, as he rubs his head. “Ugh…I hate portal transportation.” He grumbled as he looks around at his surroundings.

He couldn’t tell where he was, but he did notice it was just him and Hueso. Leo nowhere to be seen. 

“Leo…?”

Adriaen stands up, looking again for a sign of the slider. But he didn’t see anything.

”Leo!”

Hueso groans and sits up, “What an idiot. He got portal jacked.” He huffs, going to stand up but Adriaen pounced onto him, pinning him down with clear anger.

”Portal jacked?! Leo’s been portal jacked?! It wouldn’t have happened if you just helped us!”

Hueso glared lightly before groaning. “It’s not my fault that your friend is untalented with his portals.” He scoffs, as Adriaen growls lightly and stands up, releasing Hueso as he frantically began shouting out Leo’s name.

”Leo! Come on you’re around here somewhere right? Leonardo!”

He got no response. It was just him. Alone. Again.

He felt his body go stiff as he clutched his stomach in anxiousness. He hated being alone without at least one of the brothers in eyesight. Of course, he knew that this was probably a little dramatic, he’s been alone before in the past.

Calm down, calm down. Leo’s fine. I’m fine…just need to find him.

”All right Hueso, come on. Your going to help me look for Leo.”

Hueso scoffs and stands up, dusting off any dirt as he narrowed his eye sockets towards Adriaen in disbelief. “Help you? Now, look, I admit you are far more tolerable than the other one. But why should I help you look for the guy, who dragged me to the Hidden City after I said I was not going?” 

Adriaen shifted his eyes down a bit awkwardly. Hueso had a good point. But still…Adriaen can’t do this alone. Before he could say anything, Hueso sighs and placed a hand on Adriaen’s shoulder.

“There, there. You will be fine. Goodbye.”

He turns and starts walking, making Adriaen panic briefly as he reached for Hueso to stop. “No, wait! Because of that stunt you pulled back there, Leo could be in danger. Or I don’t know, something bad has happened to him. I need to find him.” He sternly noted but Hueso shook off the grip Adriaen had on his skeleton arm.

”Then look for him yourself. I am going back home.”

He turns again to leave, as Adriaen watched on. His breathing sped up as he could feel the walls closing in on him. He has to do this alone?

No…he can’t. He doesn’t want to be alone!

”I can’t! I need Leo with me. I-if it wasn’t for Leonardo I wouldn’t be where I am right now. I would still be living in that damn cardboard box! Or dead.”

He didn’t see the way Hueso paused his steps and was looking back in shock at the yelling mutant turtle. “I owe all of them a lot. The things they’ve done for me…the way they have gave me a home. I don’t belong in their family but yet they still took me in. Without them with me, I…I don’t know who I am. They ground me.” Adriaen softly started speaking during the last part of his rant.

”You don’t even realise how much Leo looks up to. He refuses to go to any other pizza place unless it’s yours. Whether he sees you as a friend, teacher, father figure? I don’t know. But he really likes being around you.”

His breathing became even as he slightly hugs himself.

”Please…help me look for Leo. Help me look for the brothers.”

It was a tense silence between the two as Hueso then exhaled. “All right…I will help you.” He assured, after hearing that speech from Adriaen, Hueso felt guilty and sympathetic. “But it might be difficult. We don’t know where he is.” He added as Adriaen blinks in shock that Hueso was actually going to help him.

He nods in understanding. “Thank you…” He mumbled, walking over to the skeleton who hums lightly. He raised his bony arm up and started to pat Adriaen on the head to comfort him.

”It’s not healthy to keep all that stuff inside.”

Was all he said before he walks forward in determination to find Leo. 

How did Leo get into this mess was a mystery to him. He remembers opening a portal to catch Hueso and the next thing he knew, he was falling from the air and landed in the arms of someone.

He was in a dark place. Or at least a dark room of sorts with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes in the air. “Ugh…what happened?” He asks himself as he blinks owlishly at the sight.

Three large yokai, holding playing cards were in front of him, all sat around a rounded table playing poker.

”Uh…hi there?” Leo awkwardly waved as he tried to move only to discover he was being held by someone. He tenses and slowly looks up; he was expecting a scary large and muscular mutant.

But to his surprise…it was someone much worse. He choked on his own saliva.

”R-Ronin?!”

Ronin was equally confused as he blinks down at Leo. “You came at such a bad time.” Ronin huffs as he looks back to the other yokai who all growl and point guns and swords at the two.

”What the heck did I fall into?” Leo uttered as Ronin sweats lightly at him. “In the middle of me doing a job.” 

“Get ‘em!”

Ronin was quick to duck down in time when one of the yokai fires a bullet. Leo winced at the sudden loudness as he self-consciously held onto Ronin, burying his face into the safety of Ronin’s plastron. Ronin kept a tight grip on Leo as he began running, avoiding the shots and sword swings as he kicks open the door and sped off.

He was being chased as he clicks his tongue and shouts at Leo. “Open a portal!” 

Leo blinks and wastes no time on swinging his sword, a blue portal opening in front of them as Ronin leaps inside with Leo.

The portal closed before the yokai’s could follow them.

Upon reaching the other side, Ronin tumbles over, dropping Leo as the two grunt and skid slightly against the ground. They groan and sit up, rubbing their back and head. The two turtles looked to be somewhere at a pier.

”Ow…okay. One, what was that?! What were you doing with those guys? And two, why the hell did I land in your arms and not with—“

Leo paused when reality hit him. He looks around, “Adriaen? Hueso? Guys?!” He shouts out for them but was met with silence. “Oh no, no…they got portal jacked?! Ugh, no!”

Ronin stands up, dusting himself off as he watched Leo freak out. He crossed his arms and clears his throat. “All right, well, to answer your first question. I was in the middle of doing a job for a client of mine. I was supposed to steal the money and other valuables those guys had, but when I was about to, you fell from the sky.” Ronin explains as he walks over and inspects Leo.

”Well, you seem fine. No injuries. You’re quite lucky that it was me you found.”

”Oh, yes, cause I feel so lucky.” Leo sarcastically grumbled as he went to grab his sword to portal away, but he froze when he didn’t see it.

”No way…my sword?! Ugh! Great, just great. First, I lose my brothers. Then I lose Adriaen and Hueso. And then I end up with you—“

”Hey, what’s wrong with me?”

”—and now my sword is gone!”

Leo groans and angrily kicks a rock. Ronin hums before clicking his fingers when he pieces stuff together. “Ah, you were portal jacked. Sucks to be you.”

”Don’t tick me off more.”

Ronin smiled lightly in amusement as he shrugs his shoulders. “Well, I gotta get going. Good luck.” He says, walking off but Leo widens his eyes as he stops the grey masked mutant.

”W-wait…”

”Hm? What is it?” Ronin looks back at Leo with a hint of playfulness. “I…I need your help.” Leo gags at himself for asking for help from his rival who stared before laughing.

”Oh, you are just adorable to be asking for my help a second time now!”

He pats Leo tauntingly on the head, making the red eared slider growl and slap his hand off him. 

“Shut up!”

Ronin grins as he sighs softly and crosses his arms, “Look, as much as I would like to help ya out. I’m a busy turtle. I’m sure you’re more than capable of finding Adriaen and your brothers yourself—“ 

Leo cuts him off with a frantic stare, “I can’t! There’s no team with just a face man. I need my brainy guy, and my smashing guy, and my eats peanut butter with his fingers guy. And I need my guy that motivates me to keep on going, to always have my back. I’m nothing without them. You wouldn't understand….”

Leo sighs as Ronin listened. It was true, he didn’t quite understand as he himself never had been part of a team before. But…he could still feel sympathy for the obvious inferiority complex turtle ahead of him.

“It’s hard…I need help and you’re the only one around who actually has skill.”

Ronin stares in silence before drumming his fingers against his arm. He really should do this job…but then again, his client can wait.

”All right. I get it. Sorta. No need to be baby about it Bluey.” Ronin softly teased, patting Leo’s shoulder as he turns away.

”First thing first is getting your sword back. And I know just the place that it could potentially be at.”

Leo and Ronin walk together to the docks. Leo felt discomfort when he was beside Ronin, but he was a little appreciative that his rival was helping him out with nothing in return.

"Your sword being stolen could be a blessing in disguise. This market is known for selling stolen weapons. The portal thieves may come here to unload—“

Leo cuts him off as he shoves Ronin to the side and points over at two yokai carrying Leo’s ōdachi.

“There they are! Hot soup!"

Leo jumped into action straight away, kicking the weasel yokai into the wall. Leo lands in front of the other one, who snatches his sword. He was about to swing it on Leo but was stopped when Ronin appeared behind the yokai and effortlessly karate chopped at the back of their neck. The yokai in a daze falls down, unconscious.

”Whoa.” Leo mumbled in surprise as Ronin crouched down in front of the slider and flicks his forehead. “Warn me if you’re going to jump in.” He scolds lightly as he helps him up. Leo hugs his ōdachi, relieved that he managed to get if back so quickly. He turns to the bag the yokai was holding and noticed a logo on it.

”The Queen Alexis?” 

Ronin inspects the logo and widens his eyes lightly. “I heard the name before. It’s a pirate ship.”

”That must be where my brothers and Adriaen are! Raph, Adri, Mikey and I guess maybe Donnie, I’m coming for ya!” He exclaims, about to run off. But Ronin grabbed him by the tails of the mask, making Leonardo grunt at the pull as he sends a glare.

”Hold on Bluey. If we’re going on a pirate ship, we at least need disguises.” Ronin informs the obvious as he looks around and spots a clothing store. “Come on, let’s get ourselves into our inner pirate.” He chuckled in amusement, dragging Leo to the shop.

Adriaen and Hueso walk through the docks, Hueso said that Leo could potentially be around here if he somehow lost his sword. It was the only lead they had so far, so it was worth a shot to look around.

Adriaen paused when he saw how a store for stolen weapons looked a little trashed. “What happened here?” He muttered as Hueso observed the shop. “Perhaps your blue masked friend came here.”

Yeah, this doesn’t look like something Leo would do. Unless it was an accident.

None the less, they walk over and saw two yokai’s cleaning up the place. “Excuse me.” Adriaen spoke up, walking over as he saw how the yokai’s flinch before glaring at him.

”Another turtle? Great, just how many are there?”

Adriaen widens his eyes and gets closer. “Another turtle…? Did you see where the other one went?” He interrogated in hope, “Hm…no. They mentioned something about the Queen Alexis but that was all we heard.”

Queen Alexis?

Hueso gently drags Adriaen away to speak with him. “If what that man said was true, it’s quite possible Pepino is on board. The Queen Alexis is known for portal jacking.” He explains as Adriaen nodded along in understanding.

”Okay…do you know where this ship is?”

”Aye…but we’ll need disguises.” 

Hueso points over to a clothing store that had pirate accessories and clothes.

”All right. But I’m not wearing a hat.”

Ronin and Leo walk along the pier of where the ships were located. The two wearing pirate clothes. Ronin wore a dark grey jacket with a loose white shirt underneath that exposed a bit of his plastron over the white shirt was a grey strap.

He wore grey pants, a brown belt and dangling on his hip was a blue scarf like cloth. 

While Ronin definitely had the casual pirate outfit going on, Leo’s outfit was…a bit more classical. Leo wore his puffy shirt underneath his blue vest, a large pirate hat with a feather on it and he wore two eye patches. He strides in confidence as Ronin stared at him from the corner of his eye with a smirk.

“Is going with the double eye patches worth it?”

"Uh, please. I think I know what I'm doing.” Leo scoffs but didn’t see the literal pole in his way, bumping into it. Ronin continued to walk as Leo catches up with him. Losing one eye patch and the hat. “So, where’s the ship?" He grumbled as Ronin chuckled and points at the Queen Alexis.

”Right here.”

"Sky pirates you are going down!" Leo grins as he starts making a portal, despite the numerous times today that it hasn’t worked out properly. “Let’s hope we don’t end up in the cells at the police station. I’m already a wanted man.” Ronin lightly gulps as Leo opens a portal and the two step in.

Fortunately, they ended up on the ship. But sadly, yokai Pirates surrounded them, pointing their swords at the intruders.

"Who be ye?"

Leo owlishly blinks as he looks for Ronin for assistance. But before they could think of something. Two other figures get onto the ship by bird transportation. They land in front of Leo and Ronin.

Leo widens his eyes to see it was Adriaen and Hueso. “Adri? Hueso?! You guys are here!” He smiled happily at seeing the two. Adriaen turns to stare at Leo and Ronin.

”Leo? Wait, why is Ronin here with you?”

”Nice to see you too.”

Adriaen and Hueso also wore their pirate disguises with the skeleton wearing a red bandanna on his head along with a vest. And Adriaen wore a black jacket. A red shirt that opened down the middle to show off his plastron with a brown strap going across the said shirt. He wore black pants with a brown belt as well as a grey scarf cloth tied around his waist. 

A brown strap like belt connecting down to his left knee with high grey boots. Adriaen also wore a blue and gold choker.

Leo blushed softly at the outfit before shaking his head when the yokai’s cleared their throat and growled lowly at the four. Leo quickly thinks in the spot, “Uh who be ye? We be yar ships entertainment. I’m Captain Bluemask and this is my hilarious sidekick, Jolly Roger.” He grabs Hueso and swings his leg to slide a chair with him.

Ronin then wrapped an arm around Adriaen, “And we are the assistants.”

Leo chuckled as he sat Hueso on his knee like a puppet. “Boy rog, you sure have lost weight."

Hueso deadpans, "Please do not do this." He begged but Leo continued with the act. “Okay, looks like somebody lost his funny bone."

While it was meant to be a funny joke, no one was laughing. “That joke is so lame it requires a peg leg." Hueso added in to which the yokai pirates laugh at. Leo whispered to Hueso with gritted teeth. "That was good. But remember, you’re the straight man.” He reminded before clearing his throat and looking over the pirates.

”Boy, this Hidden City weather, am I right? Speaking of which, what’s the deal with portal jacking? Anybody done any of that lately?"

Ronin and Adriaen both lightly groan and face palm themselves at Leo’s horrible question. The yokai’s narrowing their eyes at the turtles.

“That hits too close to home.”

“I’m starting to think these two are not a polish ventriloquist act."

Ronin and Adriaen jump in front of Hueso and Leo, both in a protective stance but before anything was done, a new voice from echoed to their ears.

“Hueso!"

Hueso's eyes widened as a skin fleshed yokai jumped down to them.

Leo, Ronin and Adriaen both grimaced at the yokai. “Ew.” They collectively said together.

"Piel!"

The skin fleshed yokai huffs at Hueso, "It’s Captain Piel to you. Be careful, my crew, it is the most wanted pirate in the Hidden City." Piel snaps before taunting Hueso who glared.

Leo gasps in shock, “Wait a second. You were a pirate? Dude, you're killing it today!" He announces as Adriaen lightly whacked him upside the head to pay attention.

"I was never a pirate. He tricked me into going on one mission and I’m forever branded a criminal in the Hidden City."

Ronin lightly snorts, “Oh, please.” He lightly says to himself. After all, he was also branded a criminal in the Hidden City.

“You were such a coward. You ran away from a basic plundering. Ha, you should have heard his bones rattle."

"I was but a child. But I fear you no more, hermono."

The skin yokai laughed as he takes out his sword and clashed his blade with Hueso's sword that he had strapped to his waist. “Hold on…hermono? That means…” Adriaen mumbled but before he could finish, Hueso answered for him.

“Yes, we are brothers. One last chance, Piel. Leave this life and we can be brothers again."

"You know the old saying, skin and bones do not mix."

Ronin crosses his arms as he boredly watched the two fight. Leo runs off to find his brothers, “Okay, maybe you're better off without your brother but I’m still gonna get mine.” He stated but was suddenly cornered by the yokai pirates.

“Leo!” Adriaen calls out, he takes his kama’s out and threw them at the pirates, managing to scratch one on their cheek. He glared at the enemies, “Back off.” He threatens as Ronin grabs Leo to bring him away to a safer spot.

”This is way more fun than the job I was on earlier.”

Leo and Ronin jump in surprise when two of the yokai’s advance over to them. The two stepping back as they walk on a plank. "Look like your done matey." A bird yokai grins as Leo smirks and brought out his ōdachi. “Not If I portal you to the Hidden City Police. Hachi machi!" He exclaims, waving the blade around as Hueso gasps.

“Pepino, this has never worked.”

Adriaen turns around to also shout for Leo. “Leo, wait! You might accidentally—“ He says but was cut off when a large blue portal opened from above and to everyone’s shock, Raph, Mikey and Donnie crashed down onto the ship.

The three were all wearing leis, with Raph wearing a Hawaiian shirt, Mikey wearing sunglasses, and Donnie wearing a straw hat.

“Whoa, where did you guys come from? I mean, h-hey! Check it out, I freed you from your pirate prison. You're welcome." Leo blinks before trying to play it off coolly.

“Pirate prison?" Raph repeated in confusion, “You portaled us to Tahiti!" Mikey added before Donnie smiled and held up a mini flag of Tahiti.

"The sewers there are fabulous!"

Adriaen twitched his eye as he grabs Raphael and shook his shoulders. “You. Went. On. A. Vacation?” He hissed at each word that came out of his mouth as Raph sweats in nerves. Leo jumps over in between Adriaen and his brothers. “Come on, come on, come on, help us fight these guys!"

"No! I want a refill on my coconut."

“Take us back to Tahiti!"

“More Tahiti!"

Donnie shook Leo who hums in thought at the idea. "It would get us out of this...okay. Tahiti, here we come!" He grins excitedly as he braced himself as he began to open a portal. Seizing his chance, Hueso knocked Piel into the blue portal. The other yokai pirates were sucked in when Ronin mischievously shoved them towards the open portal.

When the light ceased, there were no yokai pirates or Piel. 

Donnie growls and began to sass. "Oh, is this Tahiti? Well then, allow me to make a sand angel in this lovely, soft, wooden sand. Ouch!" Donnie comments with sarcasm as he lays down on the wooden ship.

“Okay, not what I meant to do, but I got rid of the Pirates."

Adriaen lightly smiled at Leo and went over. Giving him a light pat on the shoulder. They all blink when a police aircraft flew over.

"You sure did."

"We were, uh, bravely surveying the situation and we saw what happened.”

Adriaen scoffs, “Sure. How brave.” He uttered under his breath as the two police yokai, grin proudly at Hueso. “You're a hero, Hueso."

"Then I am off the most wanted list?"

"Well, you are now."

Hueso gave out a happy sigh as he brought both Leo and Adriaen in for a little hug. "Gracias Pepino. And gracias to you as well.”

“No problem, boneman." Leo assured as Adriaen nods in acknowledgment. “We’ll make sure to come by for pizza. And I’ll even bring you a new model ship.”

Hueso gave the two a gleamy grin before he groans lightly in curiosity. “What do you suppose has become of my brother?" He inquired to which Leo was quick to assure him.

“I guarantee I sent him to the worst place possible."

Adriaen recalled seeing Ronin here with them, he turns to find the latter only to blink when Ronin had vanished off the ship. When he did was a mystery to Adriaen, but he supposed that was to be expected. Especially if the police were around.

Leo walks to Adriaen and suddenly hugs him. “Whoa! Leo?” He mumbled in shock as Leo nuzzled into him slightly. “I’m just happy you’re back.” He stated as Adriaen soften his gaze.

”Yeah…I’m glad you’re here too.”

Adriaen felt a weird sensation in his chest, it was odd. But it wasn’t painful or anything. 

Huh? Weird…

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A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER.  

HOORAY, I FINALLY GOT THE CHAPTER OUT. Sadly this will be the last chapter until I return from holidays. Which won’t be long. 

Once again, your free to continue to ask questions about the book and characters and I’ll hopefully try and answer them either after I get back from holiday or during my holiday when I find time!

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