#fic: we'll fly so far away

[datauthorress]

we'll fly so far away [chapter 5]

Pairing: Logan / Original Female Character, Logan / Original Male Character, Original Female Character / Original Male Character

Summary: Approached by Charles Xavier, Shelby is invited to stay at the X-Mansion to better learn to control her psychic powers. There, she finds her best friend, Kahn and Logan, a grumpy, temperamental man who has a soft spot for Kahn and then eventually Shelby.

Rating: E

A/N: Alternate Universe – Takes place in 2024, with references from the movies and other media. Has most of the characters from the film series.

He could feel.

He could feel his own mind, his memories.

He saw himself, his parents. The land they lived on. He could see himself growing up. Saw himself becoming an adult and joining the military and….

Project Weapon X.

He remembered. He remembered what had been taken from him. What was given to him. He remembered escaping, remembered wandering and remembered meeting Charles and the rest of the X-Men. He remembered Kahn, the love that grew for the younger man. He remembered their first kiss, their first time, their first confession of love.

And he remembered her.

Shelby. Her name was Shelby. She was struggling to control her powers and Charles had invited her to stay so she could learn.

He remembered the games they played, the card games and board games and Shelby winning poker for the first time on the first try, leaving Logan completely baffled. He remembered getting his ass kicked as chess by her. He remembered her talking about her reptiles and what kind they were and what kind of care they needed.

He remembered the three of them going to the store and Sabretooth knocking them off the road.

He remembered her fighting with him against Sabretooth. He remembered watching her get knocked out by a tranquilizer.

And…..

He remembered her laying on the snowy forest floor beneath him, blood dribbling down the side of her mouth and down her chin. She was saying something to him.

He could feel his own claws in her flesh, the bright red blood spurting from the wound as his claws sheathed, the pain of long forgotten memories echoing through his mind.

He could feel her heartbeat. Slowing down and then…

Stopping.

Logan’s eyes shot open and he let out a shout, sweat beading across his forehead.

“Logan, you’re safe!”

Charles. That was Charles’ voice.

Logan took a sharp, shaky breath and glanced over to his right side to see Charles, in his wheelchair, worry etched across his features. “Charles,” he breathed.

“Welcome back, Logan.” Charles smiled softly. “How are you feeling?”

“I….I feel…..alright, physically. But my mind…..” Logan said, putting a hand to his forehead.

“That’s what happens when a still learning Telepath transfers memories and forms a psychic link with you.” Charles spoke.

“What?” Logan asked, confused.

“When Shelby absorbed the memories of Dr. Cornelius and she couldn’t reach you via her voice alone, she decided on sharing those memories with you,” Charles explained. “In turn, those memories unlocked your hidden memories of your past. Those memories are now, organized in the same way her own mind is. Doors that lead to certain memories. This was created in order to organize those memories and not overwhelm you.”

“You said she formed a…psychic link?” Logan asked, sitting up in the hospital bed he was in.

“Yes. However, the link was by accident.” Charles replied. “When she invaded your subconscious, a piece of her own went with it. This allowed a mental link to be born between the two of you. This link will allow you to feel each other’s feelings, sensations, perhaps even read each other’s thoughts.”

“Where is she? Is she okay? The last memory I have of her was her…bleeding.”

Charles hesitated for a moment, before he gave a soft sigh. “You can hear her heartbeat, correct?”

“Yes. I can feel it alongside my own,” Logan replied.

“Logan, you need to know that what happened wasn’t your fault. You were being controlled. It wasn’t you.” Charles said.

“Charles, what did I do?” Logan whispered.

Charles’ features softened. “Come with me.”

Logan got out of bed and followed Charles down the hallway, to a window that would look inside. Logan noticed Jean standing beside a bed checking vitals, Kahn sitting inside by the bed and then he saw Shelby lying in the bed, hooked up to various machines. She was covered in bruises and lacerations, bandages covering nearly all of her skin. An oxygen mask was over her face and nose, giving her oxygen she needed to breathe.

“Oh my god….” Logan whispered, his eyes wide.

“When we found you two, her heart had already stopped.” Charles began. “By terms, Shelby was legally dead. She had lost too much blood. About halfway back to the mansion, Jean realized that Shelby’s heart had started up again and we soon realized it was in sync with yours. After her surgery, I managed to look into her mind and saw the connection she had formed with you, but it hadn’t completely finished forming until you were almost back to the mansion.”

“The reason she’s alive is….because of me?”

“Yes. She lives only because you live, Logan.” Charles replied. “She took a great risk with wounding herself in order to give you those memories.”

“What are her injuries?” Logan asked.

“Logan-,”

“Charles, what are her injuries?”

Charles hesitated for a moment before he spoke. “Multiple bruises and lacerations, multiple stab wounds to the sternum and thigh. Two black eyes.”

“This is all my fault.” Logan whispered.

“Logan, no one blames you.” Charles said firmly. “You were not in control. Shelby has freed you from their control.”

“At nearly the cost of her own life!” Logan exclaimed. “Look at her, Charles! She looks dead!”

“But she’s not and you know that, Logan.” Charles said. “And I know for a fact that she doesn’t blame you one bit for what happened.”

“But-!”

“Kahn doesn’t blame you either.” Charles said. “It is not your fault, Logan.”

Logan clenched his fingers into tight fists and he glanced through the window at her. He wanted to walk away, to leave and blame himself for everything….but….

“Logan, go inside.” Charles said gently.

Logan hesitated, before he wrapped a hand around the doorknob and opened the door, getting the attention of both Kahn and Jean. Kahn was up in a nanosecond, going to Logan’s side.

“Logan,” Kahn whispered, cerulean eyes a bit watery.

“I’m so sorry,” Logan whispered back.

Kahn pulled the other man close, burying his nose in that thick, dark hair. Logan couldn’t help but wrap his own strong arms around Kahn’s slender waist, squeezing him tight against him. “Shh….it’s alright,” the younger man said softly.

After about a minute, Logan pulled out of the hug a bit. “How is she?” he asked softly.

“Stable,” Kahn replied. “She came out of surgery a few hours ago.”

Logan’s gaze landed on her form and he hesitated to get closer, hesitated because he was the one who hurt her, no matter what anyone else said. “Will she be okay?”

“It’ll be a long recovery, but yes. She’ll be alright.” Kahn nodded.

“Why don’t you two get some rest?” Jean suggested. “I’ll let you know when she wakes up.”

Kahn nodded in agreement and took hold of his boyfriend’s hand before leading him out of the room. Logan glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes softening before he followed Kahn out.

~

Everything hurt.

It hurt to move. To open her eyes. To do anything but lay there. Was she dead?

She moved her head slightly, and for once, her head wasn’t pounding. She felt completely exhausted, sore and just completely run down. She forced her eyes to open the slightest bit and she could feel a faint presence close to her.

“Logan…? Kahn….?” She murmured.

“Shhh,” she heard Jean’s voice, a hand gently touching her cheek. “They’re safe. You’re safe. Just rest, please.”

That was all the initiative she needed before falling back asleep.

She woke up in brief moments for as long as she could remember, often encouraged by Jean or Professor Xavier to keep resting. She even heard Kahn’s voice once before she had fallen back asleep. Shelby could remember each and every time she woke up.

When she woke next, she managed to open her eyes more despite both of her eyes being bruised. She groaned softly and felt Kahn’s presence before his touch, a smooth hand gently cupping her cheek.

“You’re alright,” he said gently, thumb softly stroking across her cheek.

“Where….?” She mumbled.

“Where’s Logan?” he asked, and she gave a brief nod. “He’s alright.”

“Wanna….see him…you….” Shelby said quietly. Gods, she was so exhausted.

“Next time, I promise. You need to keep resting.” He said.

Shelby fell back asleep, only coming to once more when she felt Logan’s presence in her mind before she felt his presence next to her. She shifted slightly, wincing as she moved and she reached out, but found her arm too heavy to keep up for very long.

“Logan?” she called out.

“I’m here,” he answered and Shelby felt a rough hand take her bandaged one.

“So…tired…” she murmured.

She heard Logan’s voice, but couldn’t make out what he was saying as darkness clouded her once more.

~

It took Shelby four days to finally come out of the haze she had been in, her mind stabilizing as her body began to heal. Each time she woke up for a brief amount of time, Charles, Jean, Logan or Kahn was there and she had even seen Scott too, and Kitty and Storm. She had wanted to stay awake for longer, but she needed the rest.

When she woke up fully, it was Charles and Jean at her bedside. Shelby took a slow, deep breath, allowing air to filter through her lungs. Her lung felt much better and it was easier to breathe. She turned her head to Jean first, who smiled at her.

“Hey there,” Jean said gently. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore, tired….how long was I…?” Shelby hesitated to ask.

“Four days,” Jean replied. “You were in and out of consciousness for those four days. This is the first day you’ve fully became aware of your surroundings.”

Shelby sniffed and wrinkled her nose in disgust. God, she stunk. “I want a shower and food…”

Both Jean and Charles chuckled.

“Give it a few more days, then we’ll see about getting you a shower.” Jean replied.

Shelby groaned. She hated being dirty.

~

Jean kept her promise, allowing Shelby to clean up with supervision by Jean. Shelby felt much better after her shower and when she was finished, Jean helped her dress and get back into bed. Her wounds were checked and they were already looking better, but she still had a long road of recovery in front of her.

Shelby glanced up as Kahn and Logan entered the room, with Kahn holding a couple of plastic bags of containers. “We got you your favorite soup.” Kahn said.

“Steak and potato?” she asked, a soft smile on her features.

“Of course,” he said with a chuckle.

Shelby could eat steak and potato soup for days. She didn’t like a lot of soups, but she did enjoy the steak and potato from the local diner in the city. Jean had finally taken her off of the feeding IV line, but still had her hooked up to IV fluids. Kahn set up the rolling tray so she could sit up and eat. She sat up more, letting out a soft wince.

“How are you feeling, bub?” Logan asked, taking the container that was passed to him.

“Better,” she replied, opening up the container of soup. “Jean said that my….my sternum will take about three months to heal completely, but my other injuries are already looking better.”

Logan glanced down at his food, guilt flashing across his features. Kahn nudged him. “Stop that, my heart. You know its not your fault.”

“I know, but-,”

“Stop it,” Shelby said firmly. “I took a risk, a pretty damn big one. I knew what would happen, well, with my sternum, but that’s beside the point. Besides, I’m feeling much better already.”

“You need to take it easy,” Kahn told her.

“Okay, dad.” She said, giving her eyes a little roll before she started eating her soup.

They took the time to eat and chat, mostly about things like the weather or how Kahn’s favorite show had a twist at the end of the recent episode. When they were finished eating, Shelby leaned back against the bed and sighed contently. It felt good to have actual food, even if it was just soup. While Kahn was throwing their trash away, Shelby looked over to Logan.

“Professor Xavier talked to you about the link?” she asked.

“Yea, he did.” Logan replied. “It’s….weird.”

“I know,” she said with a soft sigh. “I didn’t expect a psychic link to form between us….I can try and break it, but I’m not sure how.”

“Nah, it’s….alright. I just have to get used to it,” he said, shaking his head.

“I’ve never made a psychic link with anyone before,” Shelby said, putting a hand to her chin. “I wonder if…..”

“You can make one with me?” Kahn asked, coming back over to the bedside.

“Yeah….or…something between the three of us….” Shelby said, before shaking her head. “No. No, I won’t do that. That’s invasive. Besides, it would be weird for me to invade on your guys’ privacy. Me being able to read Logan’s emotions is probably weird enough.”

“Shelby-,” Kahn began.

“Just….” Shelby interrupted. “I’ll find a way to break the link, I just need some time. I’m sorry,”

“Bub, there’s nothing you need to apologize for-,”

“Logan, really. It’s okay…..” Shelby said softly, wincing softly as she leaned back. “I’m gonna try and get some rest. You guys should do the same.”

Kahn’s gaze softened and he glanced at his boyfriend before giving a nod. He got up and touched Logan’s shoulder gently, encouraging Logan to go with him. Logan sighed softly, before following after Kahn. He glanced at Shelby before he left.

“Get some rest, bub.” He said, before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

Shelby took a deep, shuddering breath and felt tears burn the corners of her eyes.

Fuck.

[orcasoul]

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[mochinek0]

Daminette December: 1-Fae

Sorry about the late start. As I explained before, I wasn't sure if I reread my own work too much or it was inspired and I didn't save anything. I tried looking for the fic here and on Ao3 and between work and errands, I couldn't find it.....so I gave up. I deleted the other one and started over. I didn't want to post anything until the the first one was redone. All the others should be coming out soon and on schedule.

Mar'i Grayson had a fascination with her Uncle Damian's girlfriend, Marinette. From the first time she saw her; she loved her. Damian had immediatley been called her 'Favorite Uncle'. He wore the title proudly, even though he had no clue as to why he had suddenly become the favorite. All he knew was it pissed of his older brothers.

"You brought the fairy!" Mar'i shouted, spotting Marinette at Wayne Manor.

It never failed to make Marinette giggle. Mar'i grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the sitting room. She quickly brought out her coloring books and asked her to color and draw with her. Damian sighed, as yet another date had gone wrong. He had wanted to show her his latest painting.

'Seems it will have to wait, yet again.'

"If you don't mind me asking," Dick started, "why is it funny when my daughter calls you fairy?'

"Oh, I don't think of it as an insult or anything." Marinette quickly expressed, "I find it funny because she and my Nona must know something I don’t. My Nona calls me her 'Little Fairy'."

"Mar'i, believe she is a fairy. Why" Starfire asked her daughter.

Little Mar'i smiled, "Uncle Damian brought her to life!"

'Huh?'

'What?'

'Brought me/her to life?'

The Waynes looked to Damian, who seemed just as confused by that statement.

"I swear if you guys did something and she saw!" Dick growled out.

Marinette turned bright red and squeaked out, "We've only kissed."

"True loves kiss!" Mar'i exclaimed.

Dick and the other looked at the couple, wondering how far that kiss went. Marinette hid in her hand and Damian wasn't fairing that much better. He was disappointed in his lack of planning. He was out of smoke bombs that would help them disappear from the moment, altogether.

Realizing the adults were still confused and getting upset, she ran out of the room.

"Be right back!" she cried out.

When she returned, the half-Tamaranean proudly showed a game box to them.

She shoved it in Marinette's face shouting, "It's you!"

Marinette leaned back and saw the game was titled 'Faefarm'. On the cover as a fae with side swept bangs and pigtails dressed in purple. She could easily see why the five year old thought it was her. She had moved away from her pink capri and switched more to a purple once she moved to Gotham. Bruce had warned her about standing out.

Damian smirked, "I guess I did find a Fae."

The Wayne family began to laugh.

"Don't worry, Marinette." Dick chuckled, "We'll keep your secret."

"Can I see your wings?" Mar'i asked, before flying around the room.

The room froze, waiting Damian's girlfriend's response. They hadn't told her about their nightlife and about Mar'i being half-Tamaranean.

"Sure." Marinette smiled.

'Huh?'

"Let's go outside, though." Marinette continued.

Confused, they followed the girls outside. Once outside, Marinette turned and faced them. They glanced at Damian and he didn't seem worried or concerned. If anything it seemed like he knew what was going to happen.

'What is she thinking?'

'Mar'i will notice if Jon or Star lift her up.'

They watched as she took a small purple macaron and threw it up in the air.

'What?'

"Astro Tikki, Spots On!" She shouted.

They closed their eyes to the bright red glow. When they opened them, they saw Ladybug with blue wings and a face mask. Marinette jumped up and hovered in the air.

"Let's go." Ladybug smiled, holding out her hand to little Mar'i.

Mar'i grabbed her hand and they flew up into the sky. Starfire flew up with them, leaving the Wayne boys confused. After shaking off their confusion, they turned to the youngest for answers.

"How?" Jason questioned.

Damian shrugged, "She figured us all out in a week after we met."

"How?" pressed Tim.

It had taken him months to figure out that Dick was Robin. He had chased them getting any picture he could and piecing the clues together. How had Marinette done it in a week?

"She designs for a living." Damian stated, like it should have given them all the answers, "Why do you think your clothes always fit so well?'

"Alfred could have told her!" Dick shouted.

"When was the last time you were measured by Alfred?" the youngest pushed back.

The boys tried to remember, but found they couldn't. Alfred knowing their measurements was a mystery as old as time. He always knew everything.

"Marinette has been our designer for three years now and she hasn't measured any of us, since her first day." Damian explained.

"Damn." Jason whispered.

"Uh, so, will we see her on patrol more often?" Dick questioned.

"Was she keeping out of sight all this time and you knew?" Tim asked.

"She doesn't suit up unless there is an emergency; there has been none. She prefers to work on her business." Damian declared, "She will make me extra food, if I choose to go to her place after patrol."

Before they could ask more questions, the girls touched down.

"Spots off." Marinette whispered.

"That was fun!" Mar'i shouted, "Let's do it again!"

"Agreed." Starfire expressed, happily, "I rarely take her into space."

"Space?" Dick exclaimed.

"What did you think 'Astro' stood for?" Marinette asked, "We'll ask next time, if you prefer. Besides I would have to make another power up to do so."

Jason and Tim snickered. Damian walked up and put his arm around her waist.

"I believe it is time to take you home. I'm sure they will have trouble putting her down to sleep now." he spoke.

"Oops." Marinette whispered back, ashamed.

"What ingredients should we grab at the store on the way home?" the youngest asked, leading her to his car.

"Oh, there was this fusion recipe I have been meaning to try." she spoke, as he led her away, "It's a vegetarian red curry and dumpling soup."

"Curry and dumplings?" he questioned.

"It has your heritage and mine." she answered, blushing.

Damian seemed to grasp the idea and smiled, "It sounds lovely. We can try it together."

Marinette smiled brightly at her boyfriend as he opened the car door. Marinette got in and waved as he closed the door. Damian entered the driver's side and they left.

"Man, he really did find a Fae." Jason expressed, "She has him whipped."

"Fae don't-" Tim began.

"In the old stories, knowing ones name held power. The Fae had certain influence over people. hey could manipulate their fate or actions. It was like selling your soul." he explained.

"Well I think she's can keep him." Tim stated.

"Miss Marinette seems to be changing Master Damian for the better." Alfred announced, suddenly, throwing them off guard.

"Me too!" Smiled Mar'i.

"Miss Marinette left treats inside for dinner." Alfred spoke, getting his great-granddaughter's hand and leading her in, "She spoke of a special package for Mrs. and Miss Grayson. Something containing mustard."

"Yay!" they cried as they rushed in.

"Looks like she has power over all of us." Jason whispered.

Dick gasped, suddenly.

"What?" Tim questioned.

"She's the next Alfred." he explained.

The boys froze before lowering their heads.

'We're doomed.'

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[suckerforcate]

Hii I love your fics :))

I have a few fic ideas for Emily x fem reader but id never get around to write them myself :)

So I have an idea for a fluffy one where the reader is new to the BAU and has never been on a plane before and is nervous flying and it’s Emily comforting them

Or a more smutty one where Reader is over at Emily’s house or at a party or something and they decide to sneak away and end up playing strip poker

Aviophobia

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!Reader

Word Count: 797

Warning: anxiety over flying?

Summary: it's your first time flying on the BAU Jet or any plane in general, and you're a bit panicked. Emily calms you.

A/n: It's a pretty short one, but quite cute!! I have the second request in my notes, can't promise I'll write it tho!! Hope you like it anon <3 Would love a repost or comment!!

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This was definitely not normal, was it? Surely you would die now. This was it. You had survived fights with Serial Killers, abductions and an explosion of a bomb. But the first plane ride in your life was that one step too far. That one step that just wasn't justified anymore. You were going to die today.

"Hey, you alright?" Derek's voice cut through your thoughts as he walked past you, stopping for a moment to take a look at you. You were gripping the arm rests like they'd alone keep you alive, and your face felt like it had to be as white a sheet.

"Perfectly fine." You pressed out and gave him a smile that even felt painful. Judging by the face he made, it also looked painful. But thankfully he didn't press the matter and simply walked away.

You shut your eyes again, desperately trying not to panic as the flight gets a bit bumpy. You leaned your head back against the seat and took a deep breath. Just when you thought you'd calmed a bit you hit an air pocket.

You practically felt your heart sink into your stomach, your hand desperately flying to the closest living thing to get comfort from. Which in this case happened to be Emily's leg. She had it propped up on her seat, while reading a book.

As she felt your hand tightly grip onto her leg she looked up from her book surprised. You were honestly too panicked to even register anything. Your eyes were closed, fingers digging into Emily's leg and breathe a bit shaky. You just opened your eyes when you felt a warm hand on your own.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Emily softly asked you as you looked at her. You gave her an apologetic look and loosened your grip a bit, her fingers immediately intertwining themselves with yours. It did wonders to soothe your racing heart.

But just until you hit another air pocket. You squeezed her hand, so tightly it must have surely cut off the blood flow. Realisation crept over her face and her features softened immensely.

"Are you afraid of flying?" She asked, her thing gently brushing over your knuckles. The plane stabilised, and the flight got less bumpy, so you relaxed a bit.

"Apparently. Never flown before today." You admitted and shrugged. It was your first flight ever, and it turned out you did not like it at all. Emily nodded understandingly.

"You know, nothing is going to happen. Turbulence or air pockets are not dangerous. Spencer once said plane crashes mostly occur in the first five minutes or the last eight minutes of the flight." Emily spoken trying to calm you. She had probably not given the information out completely correct, but that didn't really matter. It still slightly calmed you.

"We're right in the middle of it, so it's very improbable that we'll crash." She spoke, voice still soft and soothing. She gave you a reassuring smile that actually helped. You weren't sure what exactly it was about her, but Emily never failed to calm you. In the few weeks you'd been working with the team, Emily had always been the one you had turned to for questions or advice.

"Sorry that I'm so anxious." You apologised, trying to laugh it off nervously. Emily simply shook her head.

"No, it's okay. Flying can be scary." How could one person be so sweet? She didn't judge you, didn't make fun of you or mock you. She simply assured you.

"Why did you never fly before?" She asked gently, her thumb still brushing over your knuckles. You realised it was an attempt to distract you. But you didn't mind.

"We never really had money to go anywhere far away and pay for plane tickets. So we stayed close to home." You explained and shrugged. A life very different to Emily's as the ambassador's daughter.

"We used to always do road trips though. My sister and I could pick the music, and we always got Fast Food. It was the only time we were allowed McDonald's." You spoke, a slight hint of nostalgia in your voice. It had been an obvious attempt to calm you, but it had been efficient nonetheless. You were feeling much calmer.

It became routine. In the plane you sat next to Emily, and she held your hand throughout the whole flight. No matter how long it was. And she always fluid something to talk about, something to get your mind off of the fact that you were much higher up in the sky than was ever meant for human beings. Emily knew you couldn't avoid the plane rides. It was part of the job. But she did her best to make them easier for you.

[otomes-world]

From time to time I see notifications with likes of my not quite au with rsa!mobs. Also considering that I liked Neigh from the very beginning and wrote fics about him, one idea came up. I will regret it very much, very much, but..

As if, now my old-new impression of the characters is like this.

Here they are from left to right:

Aro, - we'll leave the names as they were originally intended, in order to honor of the original author - the quietest and most suspicious of the three. You're walking down the street, there he is. You went into the store to buy some groceries, he's standing in front of the checkout. You went jogging in the woods, and there he is, too.

His image plays into his hands as many times as it takes. At some point, you notice him in the distance or, on the contrary, very close, it doesn't matter, and you begin to consider him part of the background. Who are you to bother him, right?

A huge miscalculation on your part. Because when he actually approaches you to talk for the first time - for any reason - you won't suspect anything strange. Hell, you've known each other for so long. Even if for most of this "time" he simply existed. He's become so integral to your life that it's strange to go shopping without seeing at least the top of his head.

His constant sleepiness completes the picture. You can't help but worry about him, because he could be anywhere at any time. Not everyone around you is as kind or understanding as you.

He's not like all the other boys around you. He doesn't get into fights, he's not rude - he rarely speaks, to be honest - he's a model child and student. If there was an award called "Any Teacher's Dream", he would be in nominating hall as well.

He always listens, no matter what nonsense or stupidity you ask. You were talking about the lifestyle of snowy owls, so why did you stop? Aro doesn't mind if you lecture him about these birds, even if it started an hour ago and it's past midnight now.

As soon as he confesses, you… what are you? It's like he's become such permanent part of your life that you have been dating for a long time. You call him for help. You share with him very first breaking news. You ask him for advice. At some point, you have to wonder if you even had any friends before Aro came along.

Silver or Quicksilver, he is that very child who grew up on fairy tales about brave knights who slaying dragons and rescuing princesses. The very one who will come to sing you a serenade under your window and will dodge flying pillows of awakened ghosts along the way.

The one who will be watching you from the far end of the street, on the opposite side, and when you give in and come over to clear things up, he will drop to one knee and propose marriage right then and there. Ignoring your completely unimpressed gaze, he will look at you with his glowing, childlike eyes.

Getting rid of him is some miracle, no doubt, but you return to the dorm, and there is a pair of white doves with a wreath waiting by the door. Where did he even find them? Are there any companies that provide services of specially trained birds that deliver boxes? What do you mean, there is a whole dovecote of them in the RSA? What do you mean, you will receive flowers and gifts regardless of whether you want them or not?

As soon as you give up on trying to appeal to his working brain cells - you have already convinced yourself that he does not have any - he will jump up and start apologizing for his behavior, simultaneously adding compliments to you in his speech. At some point, you come to terms with the fact that the whole street is watching the unfolding scene. No, you are not filming a teen drama. No, you are seeing him for the first time in your life. No, he is not crazy… although, perhaps, people are right about that.

Rubbing the bridge of your nose, you slowly resigned yourself to the idea of ​​turning your dorm into a flower shop. The other students began to run away when they saw you in the hallway, as you handed out flowers to everyone you met. When you ran out of people, you went around for a second round. Then a third...

Good luck trying to explain to this RSA prince, one of the RSA princes, that things don't work like that. As you left with another bouquet, you mentally figured out who you could give it to.

Raven. A fine, well-mannered young man. He never raises his voice, always lends a helping hand to those in need. Wait, why does he have such a sly, suspicious look? If you ask him directly, he will put on an innocent expression and ask in response, “Aren't you imagining things?”

No, you're not. You are more than sure that you have seen the way he looks at RSA-Silver when he thinks that no one is watching. Your compass, magnetized by all the overblots and other NRC students, works like a clock for such things. You will not let his pretty face fool you.

Exactly, but now you are sitting in a cafe and discussing… what were you discussing?.. He has a mysterious ability to bring arguments in the most neglected cases and convince you to do what you initially did not want. After two minutes of conversation, you no longer remembered your complaints about him, as if they had not existed in the first place. All problematic issues are listened to and turn into such trifles that it is worth considering whether you were dissatisfied with something.

He is attentive, always noticing the smallest changes and reading your mood like an open book. You were thirsty, so he hands you a bottle of water. You were thinking about something sweet, what a coincidence, he has some of your favorite candies in his pocket. You seemed to want to eat a certain cuisine, and during lunch he asks if you would like to visit a cafe where it is served.

At some point, everyone starts considering you a couple long before you hear him confess. It's exactly as you wanted it, as well as it completes the picture perfectly. You tried to refuse, but the same thing happens. He turns all your negatives about the relationship into reasons why you should say yes. This doesn't obligate you to anything. You are mature understanding individuals who are taking closer look at each other. Dating someone doesn't mean that you have to spend your whole life together.

However, you get the idea that it will be impossible to break up with him.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Remember that ask with a s/o who had a mech? That one with firefly.

(H:SR Short Fic) Firefly's S/O using a mech

I was going to do something more comical originally, but unfortunately for everyone I just saw Gundam Narrative, which means Firefly isn't allowed to have nice things. Warnings: Angst/No Comfort, just sad robot on robot action (in the beat the shit out of each other way) Word Count: 1.8k

Firefly sat upon the roof, enjoying the peace and quiet as she stared at the stars far above in the sky. However, it wasn't long before the sounds of footsteps approached from below. She turned to the source of the sound, her lips forming into a bright smile.

(Firefly) "S/O?"

(S/O) "Hey, sorry I'm late!"

S/O was panting as they joined her, Firefly moving a little to her left to make room. They sat down close, to the point their legs were constantly brushing against hers, but neither seemed to mind. Instead of looking back to the stars, Firefly's gaze remained on S/O's own smile.

(S/O) "I was just making some final adjustments to the Phenex! I think it'll be ready to fly with you by tomorrow night!"

Firefly's eyes widened at S/O's news, leaning closer into their shoulder.

(Firefly) "Really? That's great!"

S/O beamed at her reaction, nodding excitedly as one hand wrapped around hers.

(S/O) "Honestly, I'll probably end up falling a bunch of times, but I promise, we'll find the brightest stars we can together!"

Firefly's imagination started running wild with images of S/O comically flailing about in their own steel suit, making her giggle. She couldn't wait to actually see what happened.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the words never left as she noticed S/O looked up to the sky, with a much more somber expression despite their lighthearted quip.

(S/O) "...The brightest star, huh?"

(Firefly) "...S/O?"

S/O squeezed her hand tighter as they remained silent for a moment. They seemed to grow sadder with every second that passed.

(S/O) "Did...I ever tell you the reason I even began making the Phenex, Firefly?"

She tilted her head in confusion as her brows furrowed.

(Firefly) "No, you didn't. I assumed you just wanted to be with me whenever I donned SAM."

(S/O) "Well, it was that too, but..."

Firefly felt their thumb fidget against the top of her hand as they struggled to come up with an answer, in which she simply said nothing, giving them all the time they needed.

(S/O) "I wanted to go up into the stars myself, brave whatever awaited me out there, so I could find a way to defy your fate."

Their voice started to tremble as they spoke their reason aloud.

(Firefly) "S/O..."

Finally, they turned to face her, tears welling up in their eyes.

(S/O) "That's what I'll do with the Phenex. I'll become a bird and soar, so that way I can find a way for you to be reborn."

Firefly and S/O said nothing after that declaration, staring at each other before they sighed, letting go of her hand and resting it in their face.

(S/O) "Oh my god, that sounded way better in my head than it did out loud..."

Firefly was only stunned for a few more seconds before she burst into laughter, making S/O pout at her reaction.

(S/O) "H-Hey! I know it sounded bad but you don't have to laugh that much at it!"

Both her hands rested on her stomach as it began to hurt, her laughter barely stopping as she tried her best to reply.

(Firefly) "I-I-I'm sorry! I promise I'm not laughing at you!"

It took her a minute to finally calm herself down, S/O still grumbling under their breath as they waited. Firefly gently wiped their tears away with a finger before kissing them on the cheek.

(Firefly) "It's a sweet gesture, S/O...Thank you."

S/O smiled at Firefly, resting their head onto her shoulders and closing their eyes.

(S/O) "Do you mind if I sleep up here with you tonight? I...Don't want to be alone right now."

(Firefly) "I don't think there's anything more I'd want right now than having you with me."

...

...

Firefly sat alone on another starry night, but this time there would be no one to join her. Her hands rested on each other in her lap while she stared up at the night sky, waiting for her signal.

The planet she was on now was completely different from the one S/O and her shared their last night. Instead of warm city lights, there was nothing but ruins and debris below her.

It was here where the reports of a brilliant golden machine, leaving behind a blue trail around the cosmos was sighted. Many assumed that it was some kind of divine being, or an unexplained anomaly in the universe making itself known.

But Firefly knew the truth of what it was.

Or rather, who it was.

...

...

The last step of the process was to have S/O's mind sync up with the Phenex's system. It was an extremely risky process, as this technology was still experimental and not fully understood.

Apparently, it was something that allowed the person's mind to directly translate into the machine's movements and combat capabilities, which S/O accepted the risk without hesitation.

This would be the power they needed to give Firefly her life back.

And finally settling into the suit, S/O let their mind begin synchronizing with the Phenex.

With barely a second passing, their eyes widened as their body felt a shock of pain growing faster by the second.

Firefly saw S/O's vitals rapidly spiking up and down as the Phenex dropped to one knee, screaming all the while.

(Firefly) "S/O?!"

The golden mech started to twitch involuntarily, its shield-wings shooting out and lodging itself into the facility's walls. S/O's screams were eventually drowned out by the Phenex's metallic joints creaking, almost as if it were roaring.

In an instant, flames materialized around Firefly as she dashed towards S/O, moving to rip them out of their suit. However, as soon as she made contact with them, the machine's eyes flared red and blew her backwards.

Firefly was easily able to catch herself from crashing into the floor, immediately flipping to use the walls as a launch pad as the armor's thrusters activated and she rocketed back to S/O.

The Phenex's shield wings stabbed itself into the ground and made her armor crash straight into it, making her lose course as she spiraled out of control for only a second.

Not wasting time, the Phenex's shield wings flew back behind it, and the machine flew straight up, tearing a hole through it and sped away, eventually out of sight and into the atmosphere.

...

It had been months since the incident, and Firefly was determined to bring them back. If the Phenex was still flying, then that means S/O was still alive.

As if on cue, a blue streak cut across the night sky like a knife, catching her attention and making her heart race.

(Firefly) "..."

She wanted to call out their name, but knew that they couldn't hear her anymore. What she needed to do now was to stop the Phenex.

The wind blowing her hair back was strong since she was standing at the top of a skyscraper. She knew for a fact that the Phenex would be able to detect her no matter what, so might as well choose the location that'd start the closest to them.

It took her a few seconds to stand up from her spot, and she took a deep breath, frowning as her eyes traced the blue streak that flew in a straight line above her, towards the horizon.

One foot stepped in front of the other, letting her drop from the building's edge and fall toward the ground.

Without so much as blinking, the area around her ignited as the armor's thrusters kicked into full burst, the building behind her getting scorched in the process as she gracefully weaved through the city and into the sky after the Phenex.

As elements of her HUD began blinking into view, her eyes remained focused on the blue line of light suddenly veered to her right.

With a simple nudge of her body, the armor tilted and extra thrusters emerged from the skirts of her armor to gain faster speed, feeling her body and suit both begin to heat up.

The Phenex's trail dropped completely downwards onto the streets, trying to lose its pursuer as it began wildly darting in an unpredictable manner, before it eventually disappeared into a tunnel.

Firefly quickly followed it into the temple, still not saying a word as she kept an eye on her suit's motion trackers.

Before the radar could even register the movement, the Phenex suddenly burst from the tunnel's walls, debris scattering everywhere and threatening to crush her.

She simply frowned as one punch completely obliterated the stone that tried to crash into her, eyes still following the Phenex for a split second before it tried to escape behind her.

Firefly's other arm extended outward and managed to catch the leg of the machine, before diverting her strength to fling it into the wall directly behind her, letting the Phenex slam into the stone and temporarily disabling it.

She raised her arm to disable the machine's flight unit before realizing the shield wings it had just a second ago were missing.

Alarms were ringing as signatures were quickly approaching from her flanks, making her extend both arms to catch the shields before it threatened to bisect her, Firefly's teeth clenching from the impact.

The machine's eyes stared at Firefly's helmet, and for a brief moment, its red eyes flashed a blue color.

And though it was hazy, a voice spoke out to her from the corners of her mind. It may have been her imagining things, but that didn't stop Firefly's voice from crying out:

(Firefly) "S/O!"

Seemingly unaffected by Firefly's counter, the Phenex's eyes returned to its natural state before quickly dislodging itself from its position and rocketed out of the tunnel, both shields following after.

(Firefly) "Just hang on, S/O, please!"

Even though time was the last thing on her side, she prayed that she stayed strong, at least for long enough to catch the Phenex. Firefly truly had no idea if S/O was still inside that suit considering how long it had been, but at the very least, she would avenge them by destroying the machine.

Not to mention, this machine existed because of her. It was created solely to help her, yet it seemed to be dragging both her and S/O to Aeons know where.

But she didn't care about where it was taking them, only that she rescued the person who gave their life for her.

Firefly's armor crouched before taking off, denting the concrete below her as it was left scorched by all her thrusters activating, flying after the Phenex.

...

There were many researchers and travelers who spoke of seeing a red comet chasing after a blue one in the skies that night.

No one had any idea what it was, but everyone watched in a mixture of awe and confusion, watching as the comets eventually took off into space, off towards a destination unknown.

[meowmeowriley]

Bunny!Ghost anon, you know who you are. I'd like to once again address you because this is your. Fault. I've now discovered this will be a much longer fic than I'd initially anticipated. Because of that, have a little snippet of a scene that's been eating away at my head, but won't come till later in the fic. Just to tide y'all over till I can get you a proper first chapter. 😘🐇

*** Watership Down-Bad, scene ???***

Johnny was sitting at his desk when Simon entered the Sergeants's shared office, his back to the door. He didn't look up when Simon knocked on the doorframe.

"Unless someone's dead or dying, give me a minute." Johnny grumbled without stopping. He was typing like a mad man.

Simon considered his options for a moment. He could make himself known, Johnny would ask what's wrong, they'd talk, distracting Simon from his overactive mind. He could walk away, letting his maybe partner? the Sergeant finish his work.

The poor man looked exhausted though. And disgruntled. Truly, he looked how Simon felt. Fuck it. Simon shifted.

He hopped quietly up to Johnny's desk. Took half a second to evaluate his target and plan his trajectory. Then launched himself.

"Bloody christ!"

Simon landed on the desk, the keyboard went flying. It came unplugged from the monitor as it flew, then crashed into the ground loudly, keys detaching and scattering who knows where about the room. Simon huffed, settled his chin onto his dewlap, and stretched his legs out and behind himself. He closed his eyes, but not before catching a glimpse of a stunned Johnny, arms up from jumping and pushing his chair back from the desk when he'd been startled, mouth agape.

Silence.

"Ghost?" What a stupid question. Who else? Not like he could answer, though.

If anyone were to ever ask, Ghost hated being pet, being touched. Ghost had bitten his fair share of people for getting their grubby hands on his plush fur. But... Simon craved connection. He hadn't realized how desperate he was for affection until it had ben offered, and he'd lashed out, like always. Outside of his warren, he always lashed out. But Soap was a stubborn bastard. Going so far as to continuously reach out towards him, even though he always nipped. So he flopped. And if the self proclaimed 'rabbit expert' didn't see this as the tentative olive branch that it was, well then Ghost was fucked, and Simon would be alone forev-

Simon was suddenly being pulled off the desk. His eyes flew open of their own accord and he made to bite the arms that were intent on restraining him, legs kicking spastically in protest.

"Oh go ahead then ye bastard, ye've bit me before, and ye will again a thousand times." Johnny pulled him off the desk and situated him in his lap. Simon, the large bunny that he was, sprawled with his back legs in soaps lap, near the edge of the desk, and his head resting on Johnny's shoulder. One of Johnny's hands cupped his rump, supporting him, not restraining.

They held their positions for a moment, both waiting for the other to decide this wasn't what they actually wanted. Eventually, ever so slowly he could feel himself aging, Johnny brought a hand up to stroke down Simon's back. Then again. And again. He brought his hand higher, pushing Simon's ears back to his body, and breathed what could've been a slight laugh when they bounced back up.

"Suppose we'll talk later then, aye?" Did he expect a response? Surely not. He wouldn't be getting one anyway. "Hang on," Johnny instructed as he started to shift himself lower in his seat, most likely to be more comfortable. Unfortunately he jostled Simon, who was not pleased.  "Don't bite me just because you're a touch uncomf- ach! Ye fucker!" He chuckled as he scolded Simon, who had buried his face in the other man's shirt to bite at his peck.

Simon was now on his side, curled a little, head tucked under Johnny's chin. Being pet. It'd been so long since he'd willingly been pet. It was pleasant.

He lost track of time, only noting its passage when the petting stopped, and he mourned the absence of it. Johnny's hand stilled on his back. His world shook as the human beneath him began to snore. Simon settled in deeper, snuggled closer to the kindness he didn't feel he deserved, and allowed himself to purr. No one would know.

***

"The fuck is all this?" Gaz said aloud as he entered his shared office with Soap and found the remains of a keyboard scattered all over the floor. Had the man finally lost it?

Thump.

He looked around. Soap was asleep, head thrown back, drooling and snoring in his desk chair.

"Wha-"

Thump.

Curled up against Soap's chest, evidently kicking the desk, was the biggest fucking rabbit Kyle had ever seen in his life.

"Ghost?"

Thump!

Louder and more incessant this time. Didn't that mean he was angry? He looked pretty pissed. Maybe Gaz didn't actually need to file the report on the rookies breaking each others noses again. He threw up his hands in surrender, and left as quietly as he could.

[d6volution]

Punishment.

caine x f!reader fic.

tags: established relationships, dom / sub undertones, anal sex (w minimal prep) , blow jobs, exhibitionism, dub con(?)

That asshole Gangle couldn't keep her mouth shut.

You hated referring to her in such a manner, but ever since Zooble gave her that damn mask, she's been on a managing rampage.

Punishment? Seriously?

You had enough tension with the ringmaster as it is.. Even though he runs the place as if it never even happened.

Which in turn made you act the same, you wouldn't give him that type of power over you. Not while you're stuck with him for eternity.

SNAP.

The swift friction between Caine's fingers sent you teleporting, although it felt more like flying into his office, you landed on your butt right in front of his desk.

"Ouch.. so this is upper management?" You took a moment to look around, purposely ignoring Caine. "Looks tacky."

"Tsk, tsk! That smart mouth of yours is exactly what landed you here in the first place, you know!" He spoke excitedly, expressing himself with his body language like usual.

You blinked, and Caine was floating above you now, looking down at you with an oddly sinister twinkle in his eye.

"So what? You want me to slave away in that stupid fast food restaurant like an idiot as if—" Your words caught in your throat as the ringmaster pressed his cane beneath your chin. The cool texture made you shiver as he trailed it down and along your throat.

You swallowed.

"Exactly, yes! But, according to gangle you were a very rude employee, ....I thought more of you dear!"

"T.. Those customers were acting crazy, I–I mean one of them had cereal in line! Who does that!?" You sputtered as he continued to stroke your skin with the end of his cane. Using it to tilt your head from side to side as if to inspect you.

"Mmhm, buuuut the customer is always right, or have you forgotten such a simple thing? And to think you used to be so obedient, ha!"

He smoothly added that last bit in, causing your cheeks to heat up. You swallowed, and before you could say another word, you were teleported again, not even able to register the sound of his snapping fingers.

It was disorienting. To say the least.

"Would you stop doing th— ouch!" Your head collided against the wooden desk above you. Only when the pain seemed to ease up did you finally realize he transported you to the cramped space beneath his desk.

You had half a mind to crawl out but had a feeling he would— and he plopped down directly in front of you.

Purposely man spreading. Of course.

You huffed offended, wasn't this supposed to be some type of punishment anyway!?

"Caine, if you think I'm giving you a damn blow job after all this time—!" You remarked in a mocking tone.

"Ah, ah, ah! Stay quiet dear. We'll have company soon!" He said followed by a light chuckle, but you were trying to push past his legs.

He used his leg to push you back with ease, "Oh my, perhaps I should pacify you, how would you like that, my dear?"

"What? Are you insane?" The words escaped your gritted teeth. Despite your words your heart was racing in your chest. He was so nonchalant about all this. It was pissing you off.

"Come now." His voice was oddly calm, and he undid his zipper. His semi hard shaft was pulled from his black slacks.

The pervert.

"This will shut you up won't it? Just like old times!"

You averted your gaze immediately, scooting back beneath the desk as far as you could, "C.. Caine, this.. isn't—"

"Isn't ….what? Oh, perhaps you'd rather have our guest watch you do it out in the open? I can arrange for that!"

"N.. No..!" You jerked and bumped your head again, and just then you heard footsteps in the hall. Man these walls were thin.

"I see, then perhaps you're doing this on purpose, are you trying to make me upset [y/n]?" He scooted back, just enough to give you one of those soulless stares.

One you're oh too familiar with, it triggered something within you. Causing the words to carelessly tumble from your lips.

"N.. No sir.." Instinctively the words came out and you regretted it immediately.

Fortunately, before Caine could comment on it and torture you further, the door opened,

"Ah! Gangle, perfect timing! Take a seat here!"

“Caine.. Were you talking to someone..?” Gangle inquired, taking a look around the office, but it only contained the two of them.

“Oh you know, just phone calls! Busy busy at the workplace!”

He exclaimed, his other hand dipped below the desk and started stroking his cock a few times before curling his index finger inwards, beckoning you over.

Fuck.

You crawled closer towards him, reluctantly.. excitedly? Damn it. how did he flip this entire situation on its head within mere minutes.

Your thoughts began to fog, you could smell his arousal and finally gave in.. planting kisses at his member, before licking a long stripe along his twitching cock until your lips met his tip.

Caine shivered, "Bbbrrr did it suddenly get cold in here!?" He tried to play it off and Gangle just blinked.

"Ah.. no, what I was saying about [y/n] their behavior is beyond disrespectful!" Gangle rambled on , but her voice was garbled in your head.

You'd already taken him further into your mouth, inch after inch. It wasn't until he was fully sheathed in your warm throat did you start to move. Careful not to be too loud.

Caine scoots closer, causing his tip to bump at the back of your throat. You tried to pull back before you gagged but as if predicting you would, the ringmaster grabbed the back of your head and held you in place. Rocking his hips and grinding against your throat.

“Mmph, mnngh-” You tapped at his thigh, struggling to keep up with him and stay quiet.

Damn him.

The ramblings of Gangle were long forgotten by now, even Caine was struggling to maintain the conversation.

He suddenly slammed his fist on the table, maybe it was the way you were drooling on his cock. Or how you tightened around him everytime you gagged. But he was at his limit already, “G-Gangle, I’ve heard quite enough and I’ll deal with this at once now run along!” He quickly dismissed the bundle of ribbons and she did not think to question him or his odd behavior. He’s always odd.

The door shut and Caine pulled out of your mouth, leaving you sputtering and gasping for air. “St-Stay still dear,” He panted and took hold of your chin while he stroked his cock a few times before ropes of cum spurted from his tip and all over your face.

“Ah.. I must've missed your mouth more than I thought, ..you wrung me out like a wet towel!” He laughed.

“Y..you’re a pervert..” The words don’t hold much weight as you lick your lips, tasting his cum on your tongue and poorly wiping the rest off.

“Is that so?” He gripped you under your arms and lifted you onto the desk, “Fortunately!” He snapped, and your clothes disappeared. You tried to cover yourself but Caine already had you sprawled out on his desk, looking in between your legs, a pool of your own arousal was rapidly forming. “So are you.”

“D.. Don’t look, fuck.. You asshole!” You whined, more embarrassed now than upset.

“Leaking like a fountain..” His gaze was intense, even though you were naked you felt as if he were gazing directly into your soul.

“Oh! And don't think I forgot about you calling me sir, earlier.” He added, snapping you out of your little daze.

Unexpectedly an unseen force, or energy..? Pinned you down on the desk, while Caine used his limbs for other matters.. another one of Caine's tricks, you guessed.

You grunted and struggled, you weren't sure why.. your body was so hot. Needy. You needed to be relieved but you were still so mad at him.

“I.. I didn't expect you to remember.. wouldn't be the first timEE— Ah!” You squealed as he tugged you to the edge of the desk, he rubbed his tip against your leaking hole.

“Oh please! How could I forget about my ever so obedient [y/n]!” He prodded against your cunt, and you whimpered instinctively grinding your hips against him.

If Caine could smirk he would, but he just stared down at you, his large tongue briefly rubbing along his teeth.

“Which is why I'm sorry I have to teach you a lesson today! This is punishment, remember?” He dragged his thick tip from your weeping hole down to your ass, poking against the tight entrance teasingly.

“W.. Wha— Caine!” You exclaimed and wiggled , but that unseen force kept you in place. “I.. haven't.. not there..!”

“Oh, sweetheart.. I know that's why I'll guide you!~” He laughed and ran his gloved hand up your body, cupping your breast and gently massaging them.

“Mmh..” You turned your head away from him, embarrassed at how easily you were giving into this. At how good it felt.

“Keep looking away and you'll miss the main event dear!” He pressed against your tight hole again to garner your attention and it was successful.

You couldn't help but glance down at his shaft, twitching needily even after the sloppy blow job.

“J.. Just be gentle..” You sounded so pathetic, but what more could you do?

“Breathe darling,” It was meant to be soothing but it sounded more like a warning, he shifted towards your cunt again. Lathering his cock in your natural lube before pressing against your asshole.

You yelped as he started to sink into the restricting entrance, luckily your natural lube and arousal made it an easier task than you would have thought possible.

“Caine..” You whined.

The ringmaster had to control himself, you looked so cute and vulnerable beneath him. The code embedded in him seemed like it was glitching, failing.

“It's ..fine, dear.. I've always taken care of you, haven't I? Y.. You can take it!” He thrusted hard following his last words, and you shrieked.

“S.. So deep— ah… caine..!” You squirmed, as he thrusted into your tight hole, unable to hide your pleasure any longer.. you felt so pathetic, getting off to him using your ass.

Caine grunted and hooked one of his hands beneath your knees, the other slipped between your legs and gently rubbed circles along the sensitive bud decorating your dripping cunt.

“S.. so good for me, just like old.. times!” He grunted, struggling to keep his composure.

“Going to fill .. you! My dear!” He exclaimed, his pace only quickening. You felt the air being knocked from your lungs, the weight behind his thrusts was too much to bear.

“F.. Fuck caine.. im.. please..!” You were reduced to a teary eyed whining mess, cunt dripping down your thighs as your ass sucked him in desperately.

“S.. So much for punishment, [y/n] .. ! Ha it would seem you're a little anal slut as well! Now take it..!” The ringmaster practically declared, thrusting hard one final time into your ass.

His words sent you over the edge, your legs twitched and hips bucked as you clenched around nothing. “Nngh..!”

Dazed.. and tired, you felt the warm sensation of his cum filling your tight hole, you could hardly move. Your limbs only twitched in response.

“Phew.. well, that was my workout for the day!”

Caine exclaimed happily. “Well then. I hope you learned your lesson.”

[bucky-barnes-lover]

Kinktober day 15: Kinks listed below

Fic: Sebastian Stan

Daddy turned Father:

Dad to be!Sebastian Stan x Wife!reader

Warnings: Slight pregnancy kink, Cursing, SMUT 18+, Pregnancy talk, Going to the Doctor's (Does that even count?)

W.C: 1305

I figure this didn't turn out great but I've had a busy week and I'm tired so, if u like it please re blog. Thanks

I'm sick. Really sick. Every Morning for the past 2 weeks I've been waking up with a horrible stomach ache and the need to vomit. I haven't told Sebastian though since he's been away filming for the past couple weeks. But, doing the logical thing I went to the doctor.

"So y/n, I think we'll do an ultrosound just to make sure you don't have a stomach bug or something anymore serious. You did however pass all the blood, heart and senses tests with flying colours so it cannot be anything got to do with your brain." Said the doctor.

"Thank goodness! I love my brain." I replied sarcastically.

"I'm sure most of us do y/n"

Dr. Mayladd led me over to the ultrasound room as she handed me a blue papery hospital gown. Addressing me to remove my shirt and put the gown on instead.

"Gosh that's scratchy" I complained making my way over to the examination chair, leaning back as far as the chair would go.

"You'll only have to wear it for a couple minutes, I'm sure you can handle that"

"Of course doctor" I moaned playfully, causing a small laugh to escape the Dr's perfect red lips.

"I'm going to spread some jelly on your stomach okay, it'll be a little bit cold but it won't be for long okay"

"Sure" I answered, boredom creeping into my voice.

"Oh y/n. You sound like an annoyed teenager, brighten up a bit. You could either get home to your husband knowing you have bowel cancer or are expecting a baby." She told me, sounding a little bit too enthusiastic talking about cancer.

"Yeah, thanks but I'd rather not have either"

"You don't want children?" The Dr asked me, sounding a little less excited.

I let out a loud sigh before explaining to the Dr exactly what I was thinking.

"Yes, I do. I do want children. It's just that Sebastian has been away filming for a good while and we never really discussed when we would want to start a family. So I'm not sure if this is the right time."

Dr. Mayland rubbed some cold blue jelly over my stomach, through the hole that was cut in a circle right over the tummy. Then she connected a couple wires to an ultrasound remote, which kind of took the shape of a jade roller, just thicker and electronic. She started rolling the remote across my stomach spreading the jelly with it.

Eyes focused on the computer machine as the remote scanned my skin. Suddenly a small shape, about the size of a blueberry came into view.

It was undeniably a baby.

"Well, you are pregnant and it looks as if you're about 7 weeks along. Would you like me to print off the photos?"

Said Dr. Mayladd as she continued scanning over my stomach.

"Yes please." I responded, overwhelmed at the fact that I am carrying a child.

"OK. Give me a second to do that."

The Dr. responded, a few seconds later I heard a faint buzzing sound and then she turned around to face me. A roll of what looked like Polaroids in her hand. Putting them in a small box, along with a card before she handed it to me. With a note of congratulations, I left the Dr's office.

The drive home was stressful. The radio was playing 'Starlight' by Taylor Swift. One of my favorite songs, but I couldn't pay attention to it. Crazy thoughts running through my brain. What if Seb doesn't want kids right now, What if the pregnancy goes wrong. What if, what if, was all I could think of right now.

As I arrived home, I almost drove away, seeing my husband's car in the driveway. Shit. How do I tell him?

Leaving all my thoughts in the backseat of the car, I unlocked the front door. Immediately greeted by soft kisses escalating down my neck.

"Hi baby." "How are you?" I asked him as he pecked my lips.

"I'm good. You?" He questioned, pointing towards the doctor's receipt in my hand.

"Oh, Well." I hesitated, struggling to find the words to say to him. Not knowing if I should even tell him right now.

"Well, I'm pregnant."

Sebastian stared at me for a couple seconds, clearly starstruck by the news that he's going to be a father.

"Y/n. Are you serious?"

"Yes. That's why I went to the doctor today. I've been sick almost every morning since you were away, which is ironic now that I think about it. Considering we had a pretty fun night a couple days before you went off for shooting."

"But yeah, I'm 7 weeks along." I uttered anxiously.

"Shit y/n. We're gonna be parents."

Sebastian yelled, happiness clear in his tone and visible in his full smile.

"That is if you want to keep it." He added on, seeing my scared expression.

"Yes, baby, I want to keep it, I'm just scared. We haven't really discussed this much, since you've been away a lot." I expressed.

"Doll, there is nobody else I would rather have children with than you. I love you with all my heart, please acknowledge that." He reasoned.

"Now. We have to celebrate" Sebastian continued.

Picking me up and carrying me up the stairs to our shared bedroom.

Running to the bed, I undress into my bra and panties, my husband doing the same.

"Babydoll, I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll have another baby in you soon enough" He chuckled as he unclipped my bra. Grabbing my breasts in his hands, kneading them as he trailed kisses up and down my neck.

Sweet moans escaped my lips all the while Sebastian sucked on the sensitive skin along my neck. I reached down to his groin and palmed him through his boxers, earning a desperate moan from him. Dropping to his knees, towering over me he grabbed my underwear, tugging as I lifted up my hips letting them slide down. Feeling Sebastian's rough fingers slide along my slit, into my wet hole.

"Damn Mama. You're so wet already. Wonder how well you could take my cock" He muttered, adding a second finger into my entrance. Pumping in and out. My moans grew more desperate as he pumped faster inside of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I knew he could feel I was close, because he stopped just as I was on the verge of cumming.

"Ahh. Seb, what was that for" I moaned out, annoyed at his act.

"Not so fast mama. Don't you think I would let you cum that easily without you cumming all over my cock." He growled.

Removing his boxers, he lined himself up with my entrance before thrusting his hips slowly. I groaned, feeling myself stretch as he worked his thick cock through me.

"Oh Seb" I moaned as he thrusted into me harder and harder. Hitting the right spot each and every time.

"Fuck Mama, you're so tight for me." He moaned. Bucking his hips against my own as his thrusts became much, much harder. Digging even deeper into me. Causing me to scream out his name. "Fuck Sebastian!!" I screamed, the pleasure almost too much. I felt Sebastian's fingers trace over my sensitive clit. Rubbing it in a soft circular motion.

My pussy clenched around his cock. So tight and so close. Sebastian's finger grazed my clit one more time, sending me over the edge. A couple moments later, after one last deep thrust, Sebastian came inside me.

"Fuck babydoll. You feel so good" He moaned, still working his cock inside me. I only moaned in response. The pleasure was overwhelming.

If this was what pregnancy would be like, I don't know why I'd be so scared, becoming a mum.

[slayfics]

Hey again! I've returned with another fanfic request :D

So, I've been rewatching mha, and I got to the kidnapping part, and that got me thinking for fic ideas!

The reader ended up getting kidnapped by the league (along with bakugo), and the rescue team went after them (all like in the anime). Could you do shoto's reaction to all of that and the Aftermath once they're all living in the dorms? It could be really sweet and fluffy with a little bit of angst (flashbacks from shoto's pov??)

I've said this before, and I'll say it again, I adore all of your work, and I will support you till the day I die!!

Shoto rescues you from the League of Villains.

Shoto sat on the train, his mind haunted by the last time he saw you. The League of Villains had kidnapped you along with Katuski, your face was painted with terror when they pulled you into the wrap gate. The rest of your classmates being unable to reach you or Katsuki in time.

"Hey man, don't look so worried. We will get them back." Eijiro spoke, sitting next to Shoto on the train. A few of your classmates had devised a plan to sneak out and try to rescue you and Katsuki.

"I know we'll try our best," Shoto said, looking out the window of the train, his expression reflected in the window giving Eijiro a mirrored image of his distress.

"I'm sure they are doing fine, they are tough. Plus Bakugo's there too and you know firsthand how strong he is," Eijiro said, still trying to soothe Shoto.

However, at Bakugo's name, Shoto's face gave a wince.

"Yeah," he replied.

Eijro's face fell a bit realizing he wasn't helping much at easing his friend's worries. The only thing stopping him from trying again was Momo going over a rescue plan with everyone on the train.

Shoto and the other students who had come on the secret rescue mission followed Momo's proposed plan. Even as far as disguising themselves in ridiculous outfits. Momo's plan included following her tracker that she had placed on one of the villains to check out and see if you or Katsuki were there or any other information leading to your whereabouts.

Following Momo's tracker had led them to a building just outside of town. Eijiro had come prepared with night vision goggles, allowing them all to get a better look inside the building. However, this only revealed the location of several stowed Nomo. You and Katsuki were nowhere in sight.

The next occurrence left all of your classmates shaking and paralyzed with fear. The villain All For One appeared just meters away from where everyone was hiding. Soon followed by the other League of Villains members, Katsuki, and you.

Not soon after All Might had appeared on the scene and began battling with All For One. Shoto and the rest of the classmates that came were frozen with fear, unable to move. While each of them knew something had to be done, it was unclear as to what.

Seeing Shoto's visceral reaction and instinctive drive to go to you, Tenya grabbed his arm and held him back. Tenya knew it was too dangerous to move in without a plan. Luckily Midoriya, like always, devised a plan that allowed for him, Eijiro, and Tenya to make it across the battlefield and rescue Katuki. This distraction leaving the villain dumbfounded watching their escape through the sky gave Shoto the perfect opening to call for you.

Stunned at seeing your classmates fly through the sky like a shooting star giving Katskui an escape, you almost missed Shoto calling for you to join him and Momo down the alleyway.

You ran to him quickly once you realized.

"This way!" Shoto yelled at you.

You ran to him and Shoto roughly grabbed your wrist, pulling you to run. The three of you ran until you were sure you were far enough away from the villains. You all stopped at the commotion in town watching the news broadcast of the fight. Your adrenaline began to run off after you were safe and you looked down to realize Shoto was still holding onto your wrist.

"Oh sorry," he said, noticing and letting go. A blush might have made its way to your face if you weren't so overwhelmed with the situation.

The rest of the events went by in a blur. Now you found yourself carrying your belongings inside the UA common room seeing the news broadcast replay in your mind. You all watched All Might take down One For All on the news broadcast in town that night before making it back to your homes safely. A few days later Aizawa made an appearance at your home proposing all the students move into dorms to keep them safe.

It took some convincing but you finally were here moving your things to your dorm room.

"That looks heavy, do you want help?" You heard a voice call. You turned around to see Shoto placing his own belongings on the floor.

"Uh sure," You responded, and Shoto picked up your oversized box of belongings. "Lead the way."

You walked with Shoto to the elevator pressing your floor level on the elevator.

"How have you been fleeing?" He asked as the elevator started its ascent.

"Ok, happy to be here at UA again," You said trying to keep a joyful smile. The truth was you had been having nightmares every night about the incident.

"Well, I'm happy you are safe and in good health," He responded.

The elevator door opened and you both stepped out as you led Shoto to your dorm.

"It's this one," You said, opening the door.

"If there are any other heavy boxes don't be afraid to come get me," He said, dropping the box on the floor.

"Thank you, I appreciate it... and um... thank you for coming to rescue me that night. I never did get a chance to tell you that," You replied.

"Of course, I was only able to because of Yaoyorozu. Back at the summer camp, she placed a tracker on one of the villains," Shoto explained.

"Oh," You exclaimed, feeling our stomach turn a bit at the sound of Shoto mentioning her name. "I'll be sure to thank her too," You said looking at the floor.

Shoto nodded, "You have been doing okay since then though? I know that must have been pretty traumatic being being kidnapped by villains," Shoto said, a worried expression plaguing his face.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Besides, it was hard to be scared with all of Bakugo's yelling about how he was going to murder every last one of them," You laughed and tried to brush off Shoto's concern.

Shoto having his own reaction to you mentioning Katsuki averted his gaze from you, "Right... well, let me know if you need any more help." He said as he made his way out of your room.

"Todoroki wait!" You called as he stepped into the hallway. Shoto turned back around with a curious look on his face.

"Um.. thank you again," You nervously spat out as you hurriedly stepped forward to wrap your arms around him bringing him into a hug. Your face buried in Shoto's chest kept you from seeing the bright red shade his face turned as he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you for just a moment before pulling away.

"Of course," he responded, voice deviating ever so silently from his usual cool tone. "Good luck with the rest of moving, don't over-exert yourself." He said as a soft smile spread on his lips before he swiftly exited unsure of how to process your sudden affection.

Thank you for the request and your continued support! My first time writing for Shoto- I tried to do my best! I hope you enjoy it~

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@unofficialmuilover

[spacetime1969]

Danny Fenton’s Field Trip to the Ghost Zone!

I have had the wonderful opportunity to write a fic inspired by the art of the wonderful @arisu-artnfics as part of @ecto-implosion. I ended up thinking it would be fun to bring in a trope from a completely different fandom, and write a Peter Parker Field Trip fic for Danny Fenton. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: We’re Almost There!

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When Dash woke up it was to the sound of cheerful voices outside, and the green light of the Ghost Zone's sky.

He rubbed his eyes as he climbed off his cot. Grabbing his jacket, he looked around the bus. It looked like he wasn't the last one awake, but he was definitely close.

He carefully made his way out of the bus so he didn’t wake anyone. Outside several tables had been set up and his classmates were enjoying what appeared to be a strangely normal cafeteria breakfast.

He stepped off the bus to go find his friends, only for a little kid to fly straight through him. Before he could even flinch he was bowled over by Fenton crashing into him. He completely knocked Dash off his feet, which, even if he hadn't been braced for it, was slightly embarrassing for the star quarterback.

Dash heard a childish laugh and looked up to see a little blue skinned girl floating above them. “HA HA HA! Beware! I am Box Lunch! And you will never be able to catch me Danny!”

“Oh yeah squirt! Watch me!” Fenton pushed Dash off of him and lunged at the little ghost. “Tickle attack!” He grabbed her and tickled her sides, sending the girl into peals of laughter.

“Stop Stop!” The girl eventually said through her laughter. Danny laughs and stops his tickles to lift the girl onto his shoulder, making her giggle again. “Come on Box Lunch, let's get you back to your parents.”

He turned to look at Dash. “Grab some breakfast Dash. Dora called Lunch Lady over after the storm. She designed the menu at Casper High way back in the day, so it should all be pretty familiar,” Danny said, walking off with a giggling ghost girl on his shoulders.

Dash was left slightly baffled, but with nothing else to do, he pulled himself up off the ground and made his way over to his friends, grabbing one of the trays of breakfast on the way over.

“Hey guys,” he said, sitting down with the other A-Listers.

“Hey Dash, how'd you sleep?” Star asked.

He shrugged. “I've slept worse I guess.”

Paulina whined. “I knowwww. Those beds were so uncomfortable!”

Kwan chuckled. “Personally, it was Manson and Foley chanting all night long that kept me up.”

“Oh yeah. Speaking of which, have you run into Manson yet?” Star asked.

Dash furrowed his brow. “No? Why?”

Star winced. “Maybe avoid her if you can. She threatened to gut me with a spoon when I asked her where she got her coffee from.”

Dash looked out over the other tables set up in the field. Sure enough there was Manson with a steaming mug of coffee, she looked up at him and gave him a glare that made Dash fear for his life. He quickly looked away.

“Noted. Did you guys seen Fenton? He absolutely bodied me as I got off the bus.”

“Oh yeah, was that little girl still with him?” Paulina asked.

“Yeah, he called her Box Lunch. Any idea who she is?”

Kwan nodded and swallowed a spoonful of cereal. “Apparently he babysits for the box and lunch lady ghosts. She's their kid.”

Dash shook his head. “Yeah alright. They can do magic, and he babysits for ghosts. Think there’s anything else Fenton’s been hiding?” The others laughed. It was a very strained and slightly hysterical set of laughs.

“I'm not sure I'm ready for whatever else we might find out today.”

They ate the rest of their breakfasts and chatted for a little longer, before Fenton called everyone together with a whistle.

“Alright everyone! We've fixed the bus and are all set to go! Boxy and Lunch Lady were able to give us directions directly to the Far Frozen, so we'll be heading straight there.

“If you’re still eating, finish up, and everyone back onto the bus. Be quiet in the back though. Mr. Lancer is still sleeping.”

Dash collected the other A-Listers trays and put them away.

They continued to chat as they climbed back on the bus, thanking Lunch Lady as she and Box Lunch handed them all snacks for the road.

Out the bus window he watched Fenton and the others thank the queen, before climbing into the bus with the rest of them.

Technus announced their next stop a little more quietly than usual, so as not to wake up the snoring Mr. Lancer in the back, but still with just as much enthusiasm as always. "Next stop: The Far Frozen!"

The doors of the bus closed and Fenton and his friends waved goodbye to their ghostly friends as the bus jumped into the sky, and then they were off.

It turned out the Far Frozen was still a good distance away, which made sense considering the name. Even with all the flying they had done the day before they would have at least another hour of flying to get there.

Honestly, it wasn’t that bad. Someone broke out an Uno deck, someone else produced a sharpie to draw a mustache on Lancer's Face, and the time flew. It was actually relaxing to have a, sort of, regular drive after everything that had happened the day before.

They had been flying for a good while when a call from the front of the bus got Dash's attention.

“Hey! I can see the Far Frozen from here!” Foley called.

Dash straightened from where he had been slumped in his chair and looked out the front of the bus.

Off in the distance he could see a shining island. Its pure white snow stood out vividly against the background green of the Ghost Zone.

“Land ho!” someone called.

They were almost there! just a few more minutes and they would finally be able to get home.

Something slammed into the side of the bus, and Dash hit his head on the seat in front of him.

~o0o~

Danny was happy. They were almost to the Far Frozen.

Finally he would be able to stop worrying about his classmates and get back home.

He just hoped that nothing was going to go wrong for this final stretch.

Danny being Danny, the moment he thought this was, of course, the moment things went wrong.

An ectoblast hit the side of the bus and his classmates screamed. Danny was thrown into the side of the bus by the force of the impact, but thankfully he landed on his shoulder and not his head.

He glanced at his friends, checking them for injuries instinctively. He had no idea if the rest of his classmates were as lucky, but at the very least his friends were still in fighting shape.

“Technus, what was that?” he called.

Technus's voice was terrified. “It's him.”

Danny didn't have to wonder who he meant long.

“Danny Phantom! Come out and face me!”

Danny knew that voice. It was one of the voices that haunt his nightmares.

Someone had freed Pariah Dark.

Danny looked behind him at his terrified classmates, and then back to his friends. “Well I guess it's time to let the ghost cat out of the bag.”

His friends rolled their eyes at him. “Realy Danny? That wasn't even a good quip!” Sam complained.

Danny snorted. Eh, it was still better than nothing. He grew serious. “I want you three to defend the bus, get it to the Far Frozen while I handle Pariah.”

His friends nodded. “We'll handle it. You go kick some ghost but, Phantom.” Val said, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

He stood up and stepped into the middle of the bus.

He made eye contact with Dash who had fallen into the aisle and grinned. This might not be the best way to reveal his secret, but oh boy was he going to enjoy seeing Dash's reaction.

“I'm going ghost!”

Familiar rings of pure white appeared around his waist. He willed them to split apart with just a thought, and felt the electric chill of his ectoplasm spread out from his core and fill his body. He felt the once terrifying but now familiar feeling of his heartbeat stopping and being replaced by a pulsing power, and his clothes changed from his usual shirt and jeans to his now signature black and white jumpsuit.

He grinned as the light faded and he could see the absolutely gobsmacked faces of his classmates, and the recently woken Mr. Lancer, as they realized that the nerdy Danny Fenton was actually their beloved local hero.

He raised two fingers to his head and saluted them with a smirk. “Surprise! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a former king to put down for a nap.”

He let his hold on his physical form go, and fell through the bottom of the bus.

He flew up above the bus and turned to face Pariah. “Is someone grumpy cause he got woken up from his nap too early?”

Pariah scoffed. “Let us dispense with the pleasantries, Phantom, and get straight to the part where I end your pitiful existence.”

Danny bared his teeth in a grin. “Very well, Pariah, I accept your challenge.”

He flew at the other ghost, firing ectoblasts as he approached.

Pariah blocked them with his mace, and lunged at him in turn. His mace swung straight for Danny's head.

Danny weaved around it, landing a solid hit to Pariah's face.

Unfortunately, this meant he was just a little too close to dodge when Pariah used his free hand to punch him.

Danny was sent flying, and, had he been human, the impact likely would have broken several ribs. But instead he simply willed his flight to straighten out and used the momentum to swing back and attack Pariah even harder.

They traded blows back and forth, Danny switching between his ice, his ectoblasts, and plain old punches.

Pariah managed to land his own share of hits, but it was very clear that this fight was incredibly different from when they had first fought back in Danny's freshman year.

Danny wasn't that same scared kid anymore, and Pariah was now clearly the weaker opponent. He struggled to adapt to Danny's attacks and block his hits.

Danny laughed and grabbed Pariah's weapon, sending a powerful ectoblast into the other ghost’s chest at the same time.

Pariah lost his grip on the mace and went flying backwards.

He roared with rage, his armor now smoking and blasted full of holes from all of Danny's attacks. He charged at Danny, his eye literally burning with rage.

Danny stood his ground as Pariah got closer and closer. Just before he was in range Danny took a deep breath and Wailed. The unearthly force sent Pariah flying away from Danny once again.

Their fight had drifted so far from where it started that they were now fighting above the snow covered dunes of the Far Frozen. The force of Danny's Wail sent Pariah crashing down through the snow, pressing him against the ice below.

The Wailing stopped, and Pariah's own mace pressed against the ghost’s chest, holding the exhausted former king down.

“Yield Pariah! You can't win this fight!” Danny said.

Pariah struggled against the weight of the mace, but was unable to push it off his chest.

“Never! This fight isn't over!”

It sounded weak even to the ghost's own ears, but the voice that answered Pariah wasn't Danny's, though it sounded oh so very close.

“Oh, yes it is.”

Before Danny even had an opportunity to react, an ectoblast hit him from behind, sending him crashing into the snow. He tried to get up, but a foot pressed into his back.

He turned his head to see who was holding him down, and saw that it was exactly who he'd feared he had heard.

Dan stood above Danny, his foot pressed into his back. “Hello Danny, it’s been a long time.”

Dan grinned, and then his fist hit the back of Danny's head.

~o0o~

Val had watched Danny's fight with Pariah grow closer and closer to where they had landed the bus.

She had cheered with the rest of their classmates as Danny once again beat Pariah Dark, but her classmates' cheers cut off into screaming when a second ghost became visible and shot him in the back.

She instinctively summoned her suit, ignoring the gasps of her classmates behind her.

She hopped onto her hover board and was about to speed away and join the fight but Sam grabbed her arm, stopping her.

“Let me go! I need to help him!”

“Wait Val! That's Dan!”

Val felt herself flinch. Danny and the others had told her about what had happened in the erased timeline. It was perhaps the only time she had seen Danny truly scared.

Danny had also asked her for a favor that night, and Val had refused, loudly and angrily. She had stormed out on them and flown as far away as she could.

Danny had found her, and he had asked her again.

He had held out a lead lined box, containing a bullet designed to end even the most powerful of ghosts, a bullet made of ecto-ranium and coated in blood blossom extract.

He had asked her, again, to end him if he ever became the monster that haunted his nightmares more than any other.

She had accepted, and that bullet, despite phasing away with the rest of her suit, had weighed heavily on her ever since.

Sam let go of her arm, seeing that Val understood what she was going to be facing, and what needed to be done. “Yeah, now go!”

Val nodded and summoned her hoverboard, speeding towards where Dan was punching down at an already unconscious Danny.

As she flew she pulled out the bullet, loading it into her gun and taking aim.

Once she was close enough she spun her board and brought herself to a stop. She only had one shot.

She took a slow breath in, held it for a moment, and then released it.

Bang!

She pulled the trigger. The gun fired, and the bullet flew rapidly towards Dan.

But not quite rapidly enough.

Pariah had stumbled to his feet, and Dan grabbed him and shoved the other ghost between himself and the bullet.

The bullet buried itself into Pariah's chest, and he screamed.

Val flinched. Pariah's screams were nothing like his angry rage filled roars. These were the painful desperate sounds of a man dying.

Dan tossed the convulsing body back into the snow. Barely sparing it a glance as it dissolved into a bubbling puddle of ectoplasm.

She wanted to puke at the way he grinned at her.

“Ah, Valerie. It's been a long time. I'm looking forward to seeing you dead at my feet.”

Val had almost no time to react. Dan came at her viciously. She flew and spun and dodged faster than she ever had before in her life.

It wasn't enough.

One of Dan's ectoblasts finally made contact and she was sent flying off her board, spinning down into the snow below.

~o0o~

Danny groaned as he came to. The world around him swam, but something deep in his core was screaming for him to get up.

he forced his way up to his hands and knees. Looking up to see Dan standing over Valerie.

He tried to summon an ectoblast to at least distract him, but it fizzled out in his hands. He was too drained.

He looked around to see if he could see anything at all to help him.

The bubbling pool that was all that remained of Pariah Dark melted through the snow and flowed towards Danny, washing the deadly bullet towards him.

Danny looked at it, and then back at Valerie.

With no other options, he grabbed it.

He screamed, the noise unwillingly torn from his throat. Blackness began to creep in around his vision. He forced it back.

Dan had turned to look at him when he screamed, and Danny lunged, pressing the bullet to the other ghost's throat.

Their shared screams echoed across the snowy plains, but Danny didn't let go. He held the bullet to Dan's skin for as long as he could.

But the darkness was closing in on Danny's vision and his arms were weakening. The bullet slipped from his grasp, and Danny and Dan both slumped into the snow.

There was a flash of light, and through swimming vision he saw Val putting the cap onto her Fenton Thermos. It was the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes and let himself fall into the snow.

[datauthorress]

we'll fly so far away [chapter 4]

Pairing: Logan / Original Female Character, Logan / Original Male Character, Logan / Original Non-Binary Character, Original Female Character / Original Male Character

Summary: Approached by Charles Xavier, Shelby is invited to stay at the X-Mansion to better learn to control her psychic powers. There, she finds her best friend, Kahn and Logan, a grumpy, temperamental man who has a soft spot for Kahn and then eventually Shelby.

Rating: E

A/N: Alternate Universe – Takes place in 2024, with references from the movies and other media. Has most of the characters from the film series.

Fuck, she was really sick and tired of passing out and waking up in absolute agony.

The first couple times were bad enough, but now she was just getting irritated with it. Shelby woke with a start, spitting snow out of her mouth and coughing slightly. Fuck, her head was worse now. And she knew she had a severe concussion. Hell, she didn’t even know how she was still moving around with the concussion.

Fuck, she was cold.

She forced herself to get up, hissing through her teeth to fight through the pain. She dug her fingers into the rough bark of a tree, using that as leverage to stand up. She shivered, her breath coming out in harsh pants as she took in her surroundings. Nothing but trees and clearings, filled with snow that was falling in small fluffy increments.

She glanced over towards the mountain range nearby and cursed as she realized where she was.

Canada.

“Shit,” Shelby whispered.

Right now, she had to focus on getting into contact with Professor Xavier and then helping Logan. Maybe Xavier had been able to track her using Cerebro. But it didn’t help her situation now. If what that creepy scientist said was true, it meant….

God, she didn’t even want to think about it.

This was bad.

Shelby pulled her coat tighter around herself and took a few steps forward before she heard the sound of a tree falling in the distance behind her. Her eyes widened as a howl echoed through the trees.

“Really fucking bad!” she said to herself and ignored the pain in her leg so she could run.

More trees fell down in the distance behind her as she tried to put some distance between her and Logan. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the bushes rustling, before Logan came charging through them, claws unsheathed and ready to slice into her flesh.

“Fuck!”

Shelby picked up the pace, but due to her leg, she couldn’t run as fast as she wanted to. She glanced over her shoulder and yelped as Logan’s claws aimed for her head. She dodged just in time, as his claws sliced through a tree.

“Logan!” she called out, backing away from him as he approached her, his dark eyes wild. “Logan, it’s me! Shelby, remember? You know me! We’re friends! What about Kahn? He’s your boyfriend, remember him?”

Logan snarled and lunged right for her.

Shelby moved off to the side quickly, then yelped as the tips of his metal claws sliced into her arm, grazing into the flesh and blood immediately beading up at the wounds.

Fuck, that hurts!

“Logan!” Shelby shouted, slapping a hand over the bleeding injury. “Please, it’s me!”

Shelby had never expected to be in this kind of situation. Go to the mansion, Xavier said. You’ll learn to control your powers, he said. He did not fucking mention she would be fighting for her life against a friend!

Logan approached her menacingly, his claws glinting in the snow. He didn’t remember her.

Wait…

Those memories. Those memories she had absorbed from that creepy fucking doctor! If I could get close enough, I could give those memories to Logan! He might remember what those bastards did to him and come out of this! Shelby thought.

Okay, there was an idea.

But she had to get close enough to Logan without being skewered.

Shelby glanced up at the tree next to them and her eyes widened as Logan snarled, lunging for her once more.

“I’m sorry!” she apologized and shouted as she used her powers, slicing through the thick trunk of the tree.

Logan didn’t have time to react or leap away as the tree came crashing down on top of him, pinning him against the snowy forest floor. He snarled, baring canines as he struggled to get out from underneath the heavy trunk. Shelby winced, but she quickly ran down the hill, sliding down it the rest of the way. She saw a large lake that outstretched for about a half-mile across and after deducing that it would take longer for her to get around it safely, she had to take a chance and try to cross it without breaking the ice.

This is Canada. It should be thick enough for me to cross.

Shelby shivered, pulling her coat around herself tighter and she placed one foot on the ice, pressing down on it slightly hard. It didn’t break and felt thick enough. One foot forward, followed by another and she started making her way across the lake.

Then, she heard the unnerving howl that echoed loudly through the clearing.

Fuck.

Shelby whipped around as Logan came charging out of the trees, looking more pissed off than before. Fuck walking. Shelby started running across the lake, her boots making thudding noises on the ice as she ran. Logan was hot on her heels, somehow his 300+ pounds of pure metal and muscle not affecting the ice at all.

CRACK

The ice crackled underneath them.

Shelby came to a screeching halt, as did Logan. She turned around to face him, seeing multiple cracks on the ice underneath them. Fuck, if either of them fell in, they were done.

“Logan,” Shelby called out breathlessly, taking a careful step back as Logan took a step towards her, growling underneath his breath. “Logan, listen to me. Those bastards are controlling you. You are not a weapon. You’re Logan. You’re my friend, friend of the X-Men and a member of the X-Men. You know me. I know you. Please, Logan. Remember me.”

Logan paused and something akin to confusion spread across his features. For a moment, Shelby saw Logan. The Logan she knew, the Logan that loved Kahn. The Logan that she had become friends with and admired and wanted to be around.

But then, the confusion faded within seconds of it appearing and it was replaced with murderous rage. He snarled and jumped, aiming right for her. Shelby yelped and managed to move off to the side just before Logan landed on the ice beside her, his claws sinking into the ice and causing spiderwebs of cracks to form.

The ice crunched underneath them.

And then it shattered, plunging both of them in the icy waters below.

It was difficult to move. Shelby had never been in this sort of situation before, having to deal with the icy cold water of any body of water. She had researched about it, seen it on film and television and knew it was a horrible way to die. But to actually experience it, the suffocating numbness that crawled through her veins like a parasite taking over, was much worse.

Shelby held her breath, kicking her legs to make her way back to the surface. It was beginning to work, with the strength she had left to propel herself back to the surface. Without warning, a hand grabbed onto the bottom of her coat and pulled her down further into the abyss of the lake.

And then sharp metal sunk into the outside of her right thigh.

Her scream was muffled by the water, numbness yet excruciating pain spreading through her entire form. She kicked her other leg as hard as she could and with a well-placed kick, her boot connected with Logan’s nose. She heard cartilage crunch underneath her weight and the claws removed themselves from her thigh. She swam quickly, her lungs burning and protesting-

And she broke the surface, erupting into a fit of violent coughs. She continued to cough as she made her way to the edge of the hole, digging her fingers into the ice as she pulled herself up with a pained cry, red-hot pain coursing through her entire form.

Blood splashed onto the ice, dripping from her thigh steadily. She gasped once she was free of the water, coughing and shivering. Hypothermia was definitely going to kill her if she didn’t get moving.

“….lby? Shelby, can you hear me?!”

Xavier!

“P-Professor!” Shelby coughed, gasping as she forced herself to stand, putting her hand on her thigh as blood gushed from the wound. “Professor, Logan…..I….!”

“Please, hang on! Scott and the others are on the way!” Xavier spoke, his voice etched in worry and concern.

She felt the connection fade away and Shelby cursed, but was at least glad Xavier managed to find her location. Fuck, she was in so much pain. And she didn’t blame Logan. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t him-

Ice broke behind her and she whipped her head around, her wet hair clinging to her forehead as Logan came bounding out of the ice, soaking wet from head to toe.

“Oh god…” she whispered.

Logan charged with a thunderous roar. Shelby moved as fast as she could, but Logan was much faster than her, given that she was hurt. Shelby managed to dodge off to the side before Logan could pierce her with his claws, but her leg buckled underneath her and she yelped as she fell onto her back. Logan pounced, claws aiming right for her head and she managed to turn her head to the side, just in time for those claws to graze against her cheek and pierce through the hood of her coat and into the ground, pinning her to the forest floor.

His other hand raised before it came down and Shelby threw her hands up, using the little strength she had left to stop his claws from piercing her sternum. Her hands shook with effort as she focused on keeping his claws away from her flesh.

“Logan!” she grunted. “Logan, remember me! Remember us! We’re your friends!”

He snarled, eyes narrowing and put strength behind his arm, his claws forcing themselves half an inch closer to her body.

“Remember who you are!” Shelby grunted. “You are Logan Howlett, born James Howlett and you are a member of the X-Men led by Charles Xavier! We are your friends and we are your home!”

Logan bared his canines threateningly.

Fuck, she wasn’t getting to him. She had to try something. Those memories she absorbed….she could transfer those memories to Logan and maybe, maybe he would remember. But it would mean she would have to let go of her telekinesis. And that would allow Logan’s claws to pierce her sternum.

It was the only idea she had.

Shelby took a deep breath and released her telekinetic grip on Logan’s claws and in a nanosecond, those claws pierced her flesh and through bone and into her sternum.

White-hot pain crashed through her entire body and she coughed, blood flying from her lips. With the closeness of Logan now, she reached a hand up and put it on his face, before she began to transfer those memories into his mind. It was like a wormhole of knowledge, moving pictures and memories flying into his mind. Going deeper, Shelby saw the extent of his own memories, the memories that had been hidden underneath, so much rage, so much grief and pain.

“Logan,” she wheezed.

Logan’s claws slid out of her sternum, and he howled, clutching at his head in agony. He stood up, teeth gritting as pain seemed to echo through his mind, as if the memories were excruciating.

Then, he collapsed to the ground, his body landing chest first into the snow.

It went quiet, except for the sound of Shelby’s wheezing. Blood gushed from her injuries and she made a move to get up, but then she heard a sudden growl and Sabertooth’s hand wrapped around her neck and he slammed her up against a tree.

“You’re dying, you stupid girl.” He growled close to her face.

“Y-yea, I know. Fucking sucks,” she said with a wheeze and she spat blood in his face.

While Sabretooth was distracted with blood in his eyes, she shoved a hand across his forehead and invaded his mind with her presence. “You will go back to that facility. You will end the scientists and the researchers who were involved and you will destroy that facility. You will make sure everything burns. And then, when you’re done, you will leave and you will never come back.”

The hand around her throat slowly loosened before she was dropped and without a word, Sabretooth turned and started making his way back to the facility. Shelby watched with blurry vision as he walked away and she held a hand over her bleeding sternum, wheezing as she crawled her way over to Logan.

Shelby used her free hand to turn Logan over onto his back. He was completely passed out, but he was alive. Shelby let out a relieved sigh and then a soft smile spread across her features.

“Knew that was a bad idea, but it looked like it helped,” she said with a soft chuckle, before coughing up a decent amount of blood that landed on Logan’s shirt. Shit, her lung was damaged, probably. “Fuck, this really hurts.”

She wheezed and reached her free hand up to gently brush locks of stray hair away from Logan’s forehead. He didn’t stir, but his chest was rising and falling with each steady breath he took.

“It’s not your fault,” she whispered. “You had no idea what you were doing. Those bastards were controlling you.”

More blood dribbled down her chin and she was starting to feel extremely drowsy. “Man, dying sucks.” She muttered. “Wouldn’t be the first time. Got struck by lightning and then a car accident a year later. Seems as if the universe wants me dead.”

Shelby looked up as she heard the sound of engines rumbling and the wind increased ten fold as the Blackbird appeared over the clearing. The wheels dropped as it began to lower itself down.

She smiled and glanced back down at Logan. “H-hey, Kahn loves you. Like, a lot, yeah? Can you make sure to take care of him for me? I know he can take care of himself, but….”

She retched, blood splattering across the front of Logan’s chest.

She wheezed, hearing her heart in her ears. It was slowing down. “Take care of him for me, okay? You two deserve each other.”

Shelby slowly laid herself across Logan’s torso, her blood steadily staining his shirt even more. “I had hoped I would have more time with you guys….” She murmured softly.

Shelby could feel her senses beginning to fade, yet she heard voices calling for her name and Logan’s.

“At least I got to see all of your faces….one…last time….”

Her voice trailed off as darkness enveloped her vision, just as Scott and Jean arrived before them. She felt herself smile softly and then she heard a distant wail from Jean.

See you.

And her heart stopped.

[scullysexual]

We'll Meet Beyond The Shore.

Somewhere beyond the sea, she’s there watching for me, and if I could fly like a bird on high, then straight into her arms I’d go sailing.

Tags and Warnings: Major character death, enemies to friends (to lovers), doomed lovers.

n/a: People seemed interested in this so I thought I would make this official and give it a go writing it. I have four chapters written already so hopefully I'll stay on top and keep writing more. Please read the warnings and tags carefully; you'll probably hate me for this (and this fic) so I'm very sorry in advance but I'm evil and this is literally my playground. Anyway I hope you read and enjoy :)

Chapter One: The Reaping.

Fox Mulder awakens from his nightmare in the dank, dark basement he has called home for the last year. Skin clammy, heart hammering against his rib cage, he swings his legs off the bed and breaths in and out slowly, counting to 10 each time, willing his heart to slow down.

It was just a nightmare, he repeats to himself.

But it wasn’t just a nightmare.

A memory. Old but still as fresh in his mind as it was two years ago. District Seven’s town square, the smell of wood and sweat as the sun beamed down on him, a bowl full of names- girl names- and one called out.

Samantha Mulder.

In his dream he teleported, in the way one does in a dream, and he was right there, helpless, watching as his 12 year old sister was bludgeoned to death. She didn’t even make it past day one’s bloodbath.

He watched as his mother sunk away, a shell of herself, his father leave not 3 weeks later.

Mulder left himself, eventually, vowed to kill the Capital as they had killed his sister but he was just one boy, grief-stricken and angry, and his cries for an uprising went unheard. Mostly. The Peacekeeper’s had come down on him hard, punished him severely for it, but not executed, not as Mulder wished to be, his father’s influence was far too strong.

So Mulder left completely, snuck away in the dead of night with a band of merrymen. They had a boat and a dream to get far away from Panem as they could.

Their boat and their dream capsized on day 5, a strong wave knocking their tiny boat to pieces. Only Mulder survived, clinging on to a plank of wood, drifting unconscious for 3 days, into the territory of District Four.

A ship found him.

At first Mulder thought they were Peacekeepers but upon closer inspection he found they were dressed as simple fishermen. He was pulled aboard, introduced to the captain, the father of the boy who helped him up, who introduced himself as William Scully and his son, Bill.

Captain Scully took him to a pub, fed and watered him, and didn’t ask where Mulder had come from.

The pub became his job, the basement his bedroom. A week later he registered as a resident of District Four and his name was entered five times.

He hadn’t escaped. The hadn’t destroyed the Capitol. He never would.

Mulder shakes the dream, and memories of another life, from his brain. He puts on the clothes he wore yesterday and climbs the staircase leading to the pub.

He finds Wade at the bar, pouring drinks for the old sailors who have nowhere better to be. Mulder nods once at Wade who nods once back, a mutual good luck said between them. Wade is 18- the same age as Mulder- but his name sits waiting in that bowl 35 times to Mulder’s meagre 5.

Mulder bypasses the bar and heads towards the kitchen. He almost smacks into Kehlani, hands and arms full carrying three plates food. She knows exactly what he is here for.

“You’ll have to get in line, Mel’s backed up and it’s only half 7,” she tells him before she’s rushing towards her table. Mulder looks around the near-empty pub before he pushes on the kitchen door.

Melvin is frying fish in a pan. It stinks and Mulder resists the urge to cover his nose.

He really, really hates fish.

“Get lost 7,” Melvin shouts over his shoulder. “I’m backed up in here, you’re gonna have to wait.”

“Yeah, Kehlani said,” says Mulder. He throws the fish in the pan a distasteful look. “You got anything other than fish on the menu?”

Melvin smiles at him and Mulder counts one less tooth from yesterday. “This your first time in Fish District?” He cocks his head towards the door. “Saw a tree on my way in, maybe you can eat some bark?”

“Ha-ha maybe you should’ve been a comedian, Frohike,” Mulder says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He nabs the bowl of fruit sitting on the counter and leans against it.

Frohike and Kehlani were the only ones who knew where Mulder came from. Sat in the basement, the expensive bottle of whiskey between the three of them, Mulder finally told them he had been born in District Seven after their constant prodding. More questions and he told them what it’d been like living there. They stared at him in awe, soaking in every bit of information. They’d asked him which he preferred, Mulder hadn’t answered, keeping that one to himself.

“Hey,” Melvin calls, a sudden seriousness looming over them. “How’re you feeling today?”

Today.

“I’m good. One more year, right?”

Melvin nods. “One more year.” Then. “I found Kehlani crying this morning. I didn’t know what to say to her.”

“What did you say to her?”

“Nothing. What do I say to her? This shit’s fucked.”

Mulder looks towards the door, conscious of who could hear them, then quietly whispers. “Yeah…”

Kehlani bursts in then and looks at the two of them.

“Slacking off, Mel?” she admonishes , hands of her hips, the perfect imitation of Laguna the landlady.

“No!” yells Frohike turning bright red. “Just waiting for the fish to fry.”

Kehlani turns her attention onto Mulder and her eyes narrow, staring at the bowl of fruit.

“That was my fruit Mulder,” she tells him with a pout, dropping the imitation.

“Shit, sorry Lani.” Mulder holds the fruit bowl out to her. As her hands touch it to take it, Mulder says, “Good luck today, yeah?”

Kehlani looks to Frohike who quickly casts his eyes away. She turns back to Mulder and gives him a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, you too.” Mulder lets go of the bowl and she steps back. “I’m gonna go eat this,” she says to Melvin. “Mulder can be a waitress for a bit.” Then with a smile backed by a memory. “Don’t drop the plates this time, yeah?”

“I’d forgotten about that,” says Frohike with a laugh.

Mulder tosses him a glare and watches Kehlani leave wondering if this could be the last time he ever sees her.

.:.:.:.:.:.

The gulls caw, flying overhead. Dana watches them, committing them to memory. Her bare foot grazes the water, committing that to memory also, along with the breeze and the smell of seawater and sand. A ritual each year because what if it’s the last?

“Dana!”

Dana sighs and turns her head down the pier. Melissa approaches slightly out of breath.

“Mom’s looking for you. She wants us to eat before we go.”

Dana turns away to look back out into the ocean. “I’m not hungry,” she says.

Missy sits down opposite her. They used to do this all the time, sit out here together. Dana found her one time, when Missy had just turned 12 two days before the reaping, her eyes red from crying. It became tradition, each year 11 and 13, 12 and 14, 15 and 16…all the way up to last year when they were 17 and 19, when Melissa was free but Dana was still stuck with her name in the bowl 14 times, double the amount it should be.

“You have to eat,” says Melissa with concern.

“I’ll eat after the reaping.”

“Dana—”

“I’ll eat after the reaping,” Dana repeats louder and harsher. If she eats now she’ll throw up and that’ll be a waste, not when Melissa, Charlie, their mother can have more servings.

Melissa sighs, resigning herself. She looks out towards the ocean.

“I hate it,” she says.

“What?” asks Dana.

She points to beyond them. “That. The ocean. I’ve hated it for 3 years.”

“I love it.”

Melissa looks at her. “Only because Dad loved it.”

Dana shrugs. “You should come out with me and Billy on a ship some day.”

Missy shakes her head. “I’d just get in the way.”

That was true, Melissa wasn’t made for ships. But still…Dana smiles at her.

“What are you smiling at?” Melissa asks her, weary.

“If I’m not reaped, you have to join us on the ship.”

Melissa looks at her, aghast. She frowns, conflicted, and then relents.

“Fine…” And Dana smiles some more. “But only because I really don’t want to wish you were reaped.”

They both look out towards the ocean again, their smiles fading.

“I’ll see it again, won’t I?” Dana asks quietly.

“Yeah,” says Melissa with so much confidence Dana actually believes her. “And who knows, maybe Isla will finally be reaped.” Missy’s smile is cruel.

“You’re really going to hold that grudge forever, aren’t you?” Dana asks, shaking her head.

Melissa nods. “Yep, never letting it go.”

They smile at each other once more before movement on the other side catches their attention, hoards of people making their way towards the town square.

Dana’s stomach twists. It is time.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

People flood in like waves. Mulder navigates his way to where the cluster of 18 year olds stand. He finds himself next to Wade who’s eyes are down and he is white as a conch shell. His eyes meet Kehlani’s across the way standing with the other 15 year old girl’s. He smiles, she smiles back. He pulls his eyes away and looks down.

One more year.

.:.:.:.:.:.

She holds onto Charlie’s hand for as long as she can, until the Peacekeeper blocks their path and pulls them apart. She watches as Charlie walks towards the other boys before she is gently shoved towards the direction of the girl’s. Dana glances at them only briefly before she is staring straight ahead, eyes on the bowl, a bowl that holds 14 pieces of Dana Scullys.

One more year.

.:.:.:.:.:.

The Mayor, Walter Skinner, Monica Reyes.

The Mayor, Walter Skinner, Monica Reyes.

The Mayor, Water Skinner, Mon—

“The boys!” Monica Reyes calls out, as she does every year. She always starts with the boys. Mulder clenches his fists, tries to tamper down his nerves. Wade is shaking beside him, Mulder can feel it rolling over him in waves. Reyes places her hand into the bowl, searches around. Mulder glances at Wade, the other boy is…crying? Reyes pulls her hand out, unfolds the piece of paper. It’s Wade, Mulder thinks. That piece of paper has Wade’s name written on it.

“Fox Mulder!”

It’s Wade Firth—Wait. Mulder freezes. All eyes on are him.

Did she just say Fox Mulder?

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

It’s not Charlie. Thank god it isn’t Charlie.

Dana releases her breath, one of two she holds.

It isn’t Charlie.

Instead it is Fox Mulder.

Dana had heard of him, a strange boy. It was rumoured he was the boy her father had found out at sea the year before, the boy from another place. His surname was familiar. 6 years ago a girl with the same last name had been pulled from the bowl, 12 years old, she had died almost immediately, everyone around her was just thankful it wasn’t their own.

Fox Mulder was the boy tribute but who would the girl be?

Monica Reyes places her hand in the right-hand bowl. Dana holds her breath, watching. She wants to close her eyes, hold her hands over her ears and be anywhere but here; sat on the pier watching the waves in the water, sailing on the ship pulling up nets of a hundred fishes, anywhere but where she was standing right now.

Monica pulls her hand out, unfolds the piece of paper. The name is said crisp and clear, there was no mistaking it. Somebody familiar cries out just as it all sinks in.

Dana Scully is the girl tribute.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully stand on the stage. Mulder looks towards Dana, she can feel his eyes on her, she stares ahead. Scully, is all Mulder can think as he stands there, like William Scully? He wants to know but Dana gives him nothing, she can’t.

Reyes tries to get the crowd to clap but there is nothing but dead faces staring back at them. This isn’t District 1 or 2 where celebrations are held. District Four might not be the worst of the Districts but one will still find no jumps for joy here. All are still scared. All are still angry.

The doors close and they are all submerged in darkness.

[girlwonder-writes]

Another teaser for a helicopter crash fic I'm not about to upload anytime soon but I am working on it concurrently with two other stories.

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It's been a quiet ride so far, at least as far as Olivia is concerned. Eddie hadn't tried to express any concern for her, and both Hen and Chimney could sense that she was trying hard to keep herself focused and centered. Captain Reese's voice’s broke through the tense silence of the ambulance. "Dispatch, this is Incident Command. What is the estimated time of arrival for the backup units?" "We have the two units from the 118 roughly 15 minutes away." Olivia immediately recognized the dispatcher's voice. It was Maddie Han, Evan's older sister, as steady and calm as ever. Outside of hearing her on the radio, she met the older woman in passing at various social events with the 118. "We need their ambulance unit redirected to the coordinates of Fire Rescue 1701, 2 miles southwest from Incident Command." Olivia exhaled sharply, her entire body tensing up. She immediately knew what this meant. And before Eddie could react to the call and respond, she was on the radio. "Dispatch, this is Firefighter-Paramedic Chambers with the 118, we are en route and redirecting." She gave Eddie a sideways glance as he nodded in acknowledgement. "Copy that. Be safe." "Tommy wasn't flying today. He was on call for Ground Support." Olivia was thinking out loud, looking out the window, her voice only audible to Eddie really, as Hen and Chimney bantered in the background. "You sound worried." Olivia shook her head, changing her once worried tone to something calmer, refusing to look at Eddie. "Lightning strike. Heat. Windy conditions. The prefect recipe for a…" "Fire tornado?" Chimney interrupted, "You think that's what we're facing?" "It's a very real possibility, Chim," Olivia offered, her voice calm and devoid of any emotion by this point. "If we're being redirected, it's because they got dangerously close. Or it got dangerously close to them due to the wind." "Don't worry, we'll get there as soon as we can," Hen offered a reassuring word. "I have faith in my team," Olivia simply stated as she turned from the window to look over her shoulder at Hen and Chimney. "I have faith in both of my teams." Eddie simply nodded, unable to look at Olivia as he drove, but he, just like Hen and Chimney, understood the significance of the sentiment expressed for her.

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[magnifythesun]

Someone should write a cute short fic or drabble about Ianthony helping Erin get the car back ... ;);)

Ian and Anthony going with Erin to get her car is one of my favorite Smosh things that's happened recently! Love this prompt heehee! I don't remember if we know why Erin's car was in custody, and I'm not gonna look it up, here we go!

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Erin paced furiously up and down the hallway, fingers flying on her phone. Tommy ducked out of the crying bathroom, giving her a nervous glance as he left. She seriously considered taking her own turn in the crying bathroom but didn't quite make it before another text came in from her mom.

"Where... is your car exactly..."

Not the ellipses! Erin couldn't handle this right now.

"The police station mom!! 😭" She sent the first text frantically, then continued, "They were cleaning the streets and they towed it!!! I didn't see any signs with warnings or anything!!!!"

"Well you're going to have to go get it..." Her mom replied.

"yesss, but how? It's like five miles away! In LA!!! I can't just walk over there! It would take a million years and I'd get hit by a car😭😭😭"

"Can one of your coworkers drive you there? ❤️"

Erin thought about it. Most everyone had a car, and it's not like she was new anymore, but it still felt a little presumptuous to ask anyone. The police station was 5 miles away and Google Maps was estimating nearly an hour-long drive due to traffic.

"I don't know, maybe. It's a lot to ask... long drive..." Erin texted back, throwing her mom her own set of ellipses. Payback.

"Ask around, honey, and it'll all be okay. Bring some money though, they're going to charge you to pick it up."

"😭😭😭😭" Erin responded, then put her phone screen to sleep. She rubbed a hand over her face wearily as she walked out of the hall back toward civilization.

"Everything okay?"

Erin abruptly stopped so she wouldn't run right into Ian.

"Oh god, didn't see you there!" She stepped back and looked up at him. Ian's eyes were betraying his concern even as his face maintained his regular placid expression. Erin wondered how close to tears she looked.

Ian raised his eyebrows.

"I'm all good," Erin assured him, "But, well, I'm just worried about my car."

More visible concern formed on Ian's face. "What happened to it?"

"It got towed cause they were cleaning the street," Erin sighed. "I've got to run," She continued, already starting to walk away from him, "Gotta ask around to see if anyone could drive me the five miles over there."

"Oh, alright, uh, good luck!" Ian called after her.

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A few minutes later, Erin was still hand-wringing over who to ask first when she found herself cornered in the kitchen. Anthony was leaning on the counter in front of her while Ian hovered off to the side.

"I hear you've got a car emergency?" Anthony said, sympathetic smile on his face.

Erin blinked at him. "Uh, yeah?"

Anthony looked over at Ian. "How far did you say it was?"

"Five miles," Ian said lightly.

"Oh, only five miles," Anthony nodded his head. "Well," He looked back at Erin and waved a thumb between himself and Ian. "We'll take you there."

Erin gripped the counter behind her slightly, surprise and hope warring in her chest. "For real? It's like an hour drive."

"In LA at this hour? Yeah, I figured," Anthony gave her a reassuring grin. "It'll be fun!"

"An adventure!" Ian chimed in, "We can grab a Starbucks and everything."

Erin let out a relieved laugh. "That sounds amazing. Thanks guys!"

"Don't thank us yet," Ian said warningly, "I'm assuming you've never seen Anthony drive."

"Hey!" Anthony reached over and shoved him out of the kitchen, Ian obviously letting the push carry him further than necessary. Anthony looked back at Erin. "Don't listen to him, I'm a fantastic driver. C'mon, let's go!"

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Erin stumbled out of the car, clutching her coffee. Let's just say, if she hadn't gotten used to her mother's wild driving as a child, she'd be a lot more traumatized right now.

"See, safe and sound!" Anthony declared, shutting his door.

"Makes you grateful you're about to get your own car back, huh?" Ian muttered to her as he passed, heading toward the door of the police station, matcha latte in hand. Erin stifled her giggle.

What followed was a boring string of bureaucracy, unimpressed expressions from the receptionists, and a fee larger than she'd hoped, but she'd finally succeeded in getting her car back.

Right as she was waiting for the clerk to approve the last of the paperwork, she snapped a surreptitious pic of Ian and Anthony. They were both leaning against a counter, looking down at their phones, so nonchalant in their willingness to be there for her. A bubbling feeling of warmth bounced around her chest. She couldn't imagine her bosses from any previous job caring enough to help her out with this.

Grinning at her phone, she typed out the caption: "& Ty to my smosh dads for helping me get my car back from the police <3"

She reached her phone out toward them from where she was sitting. "All good if I post this?"

They both looked over. Ian barked out a laugh while Anthony started grinning. "Go for it," Anthony waved a hand expansively while Ian gave a thumbs up.

Erin hit post right as the clerk called out her name.

The three of them walked back out into the warm LA afternoon.

"See you back at Smosh!" Ian called over, "If we make it back in one piece."

"You're a big baby." Anthony grumbled, though he was clearly laughing as he waved a goodbye to Erin.

"See you guys there!" Erin waved back as she got into her own car. She placed her hands on the steering wheel firmly and reveled in having her own car back. "What a relief," She sighed. Starting the car, she grabbed her phone as she let the air conditioning get started.

She had a single text message, from her dad.

"Oh, so one dad isn't good enough for you anymore? 😢 Haha, glad you got your car back honey."

Erin grinned, put the phone down and started the long drive back to Smosh.

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Post-writing note: sorry to anthony and erin's mother in particular, I'm sure you're both great drivers irl lolol! Also in the course of writing this I found the real reason her car was impounded but im not changing it in the fic lmao. AU!Erin's car impoundment

[itonashi]

hii~~

Can i request any bllk boys of ur liking with a s/o who's very very smart🤓.

thank u~~

IT'S MY WIN!

pairing: itoshi rin x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, short fic.

note: i realized i have no rin oneshot so far and it was always his brother so this is his debut but in a short fic because i simply cannot think of a long fic with this one. im sorry if this doesn't exceed your expectations 🙁.

"do you have a screw loose?" rin is irritated at the fact that you, a top student could be so oblivious to a confession letter. he thought you had the common sense to identify the letter in his hand was a confession letter directed to you.

"i don't. of course i know it's a confession letter." you look towards the letter in his hand. "infact" you snatch the letter away and toss it into the trash "i don't want to know it is a confession letter. when i have you as my boyfriend."

you wipe your hands off with a wet tissue that you always have in your pocket. rin is staring intently at you after you said those words. i can definitely feel his burning gaze on me... you sweat drop at his gaze and awkwardly smile. he notices it and turn his head towards a new direction.

you lightly chuckles at his red ears that he tried so hard to hide. it was too obvious. he was jealous. you take his hand and his head immediately fly towards you — you tip toe at his height and whisper "let's go to the library, rinrin. ill teach you more english." you lean back and immediately disappear from rin's sight.

rin put a hand over his mouth and let out a sigh. goddammit... she got me again. he felt the butterflies in his stomach.

itoshi rin lose!

rin asked you out on a date but why is he the one late? you even went out your way to dress up yourself. a typical setting in a romance manga, it is always the cafe date.

you put up your hand on the table and hold up your head with it. pouting at the fact, itoshi rin is late. maybe it is better for me to do some revisions... pathetically even in a date, you would think about studying all the time. it's not your fault that you like studying.

"sorry. i was late." his deep voice reach into your ears and you could see how he was panting for breath. "oh, you're right on time. i just came here." you lie, wondering if he could pick up on your irritation. he take a seat infront of you "next time, we'll just date in the library." he suggests that because he knows how much you like the library. mainly the pure reason is because of the air-conditioning.

you agreed and sip on your peach tea. "stop lying. im really sorry for being late." rin avert his eyes from seeing your fiery eyes. your lips turn into a small smile "no need to be so scared, rinrin!" you put up a cheerful smile. "if you always look like that, you will have no fans!" with how you suddenly change your language, rin managed to stay calm "i don't need any fans." he blink his eyes.

"because im your only fan, right?" you gaze you eyes at him with a smile that made him fall in love you with you over again.

"yeah. you're right." rin admit to it. his intentions was to make you blush but he knew that he was already blushing from the start ever since you spoke those words.

itoshi rin lose... or did he really?

the loud cheering among the crowds make you have a headache in the moment. you were never one to like crowds but make it through just because itoshi rin is a soccer player.

and soccer players have big fanclub, right? but this is a different story. your school is hosting a field day right now and unfortunately you have become one of the relay runners. what make it worse is that itoshi rin was in it too.

and you two are enemies in the moment, right now. "give it your all, [name]" you can hear the smirk on his voice. "i see... thank you, rinrin!" even though rin wanted to show his confidence. your confidence beat his instead, even if sports isn't your forte and yet, you still tried your very best.

"are you okay?" rin pant, out of breath — when he could clearly see you suffering more than him. you look up "more than okay..." you said while sitting down.

you wipe off the sweat on your face with a towel that was given to you by your classmates. you close your eyes and burry your face into your legs (dawg i hope you can understand what im trying to write), you feel a presence beside you and peek a little.

"you won't mind i sit here, right?" rin ask you. you shake you head. rin glance towards you, extending his hand and pat your head.

you grab his hand "what's with the sudden affection?" you raised you brow in question. "motivation for you to ace the next test." he whisper, averting his eyes from you. you heard him for the first time but you wanted to tease him more. you lean closer "hmm? what did you say?" you tease.

"i said it's my win this time at the next test." he exclaimed, looking at the other way. it's a miracle no one heard him. you smirk "if i win, you gotta do something for me instead." you said with a sly voice.

you let go his hand and took the other energy drink beside him. opening the can, letting out the air inside it. you took a gulp, the refreshing feelings going down your throat.

"[name]. be my tutor."

"i have always been your tutor the moment i became your girlfriend."

rin widen his eyes and cover his face with his hand. you notice the blush on his ear and lightly chuckle.

itoshi rin! stop losing!