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lostsoulofdragon · 3 months ago

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Fae!AU Drabble

hello there :) I just wanted to share a small Drabble about the @valrayne-faeu [by @antlered-knight and @owl-bones] because I have suffered great brain rot by their AU

story is under the cut, please let me know what you think :)

The gala

Soul turned away from the loud gala. To many faes, to loud, to fast. She didn’t look back as she passed Nightmare, instead kept her head down and wings courtly folded behind her to avoid touching others.

Dodging a swallowing tail fae with reindeer like antlers, Souls eyes went to the doors leading outside.

An exit. A much needed exit.

There would be less summer fae out there, and she’d have some space to herself rather than the crowded dining hall she was currently walking through.

The hall was lit by flame less lanterns which emitted both warm light, and warmth- something that Soul had ached for when she turned fae. She’d stuffed her room with at least seven of these AND a fireplace running on end until she’d developed her current resistance to cold.

The marble floor made her shoes click quietly when she took a step, and with everyone else in here, that made up a symphony of steps and clicks and taps.

The high ceiling represented the night sky outside, and the many carpets on the walls made it seem as if said night sky hung down the walls. The carpets were grand, like- gigantic. Soul could probably fit her entire old village onto a single one of them. But they had to be big, and thick, to keep the warmth inside the ball room.

Cooling air rushed over Souls cheeks. Ah- that already felt better. She bowed her head at the peacock butterfly far that held the doors open for her, and folded her hands in her lap.

The woman wore her one of her best outfits for tonight- out of politeness, really. A furry scarf, white as snow, which matched her short hair. A black cloak hid her torso, a blue blouse, and various pockets filled with various trinkets. Of course, Soul wore her gloves, and rings above it. A simple black pair of trousers were tucked into her high boots.

Soul reached up her left hand as a ‘triii’ sounded through the cold air. The black and white falcon shed raised and trained darted over the heads of the few fae outside, safely landing on Souls arm, hoping over to her shoulder to nuzzle its head against her cheek.

Soul chuckled. “Hey there, Blizzard. Anything new?”

The bird trilled. Soul smiled. Of course she couldn’t understand the bird- but the falcon would bring her traces of magic in case anything happened. As the bird made no motion to fly off again, and instead began preening its wings, she resumed her walking.

“… why do I have to attend this gala anyway? I am royal falconer and fancier, yes, but I barely manage any of the important stuff. Maybe it’s etiquette- on second though it probably is to have EVERYONE attend a gala BOTH kings can be found at. But won’t that raise the stakes of an assassination-“

A weight lifted from Souls shoulder as Blizzard darted off into the sky. Then, she felt how another body collided with hers, effectively knocking her down-

“Oh, I’m so sorry!”

… this wasn’t the snow beneath her. Soul blinked her eyes open. The fae she ran into held her up by her shoulders, giving her an apologetic smile.

Soul had never seen a fae like this.

Blond hair covered her eyes, and her skin was only a bit darker then Souls. She wore a cream Lolita winter dress with a shawl and a small black bow on its front. The shawls triangular shape covered the woman’s wing roots, that had yet to break open- a human. Well- half human. Their dress had a wide belt she’d tied into a bow, and fur on the inside to keep her warm.

A singular horn penetrated from her forehead, and her legs were those of a horse by what Soul could tell. She stepped back.

“Oh, it’s- it’s fine.”

Something about this fae struck Soul as… weirdly familiar. Maybe it was just that both were humans turning fae.

The summer fae shifted, reached up to rub at one of her ears. Soul recognized that tick and almost chuckled.

“… what may I call you?” Soul asked the other one, carefully choosing her words as to come off not threatening.

“… Lei.” “That’s a nice name.”

Lei smiled. She had no fangs, so she couldn’t have been tricked too long ago. “How about you?”

“…” As always, Soul thought of the name she’d give the other one. What if she gave ‘Soul’ to too many of them? Would she get wrapped up in promises she couldn’t get out of- stop. She cleared her throat.

“Please call me Soul.” The other fae smiled.

"Of course I will."

Soul raised an eyebrow. Lei had turned recently, so she didn't know too much about wordplays yet. Well, Soul wouldn't hold it against her.

Something familiar hung over the two. Neither of them knew what it was, but something was there. Soul offered a smile, and soon enough, the two found themselves on a stroll through the garden, chatting loudly about their own experiences of turning.

"And when I found the first white hair, I just thought I was getting old. Can you believe it?" "Actually, I can."

Laughter. "I saw you carrying a... falcon, was it?- earlier. Before we ran into each other, I mean- what was that about?" Lei asked.

"Oh, I'm just-" She was cut short by a high, melodic voice.

"Lei- ah, there you are!"

Soul and Lei turned. Before them stood-

Oh. Before them stood a skeleton with a wide smile, although it seemed a bit strained. His bright wings were stiffly held upwards, unmoving- like Nightmares wings whenever he went into publicity. Only that he didn’t… display them like THAT.

Golden designs were painted on his bones, and he wore a golden and white robe that covered most his body. His wrists and hands were visible, and he wore high boots from what Soul could tell. Despite the positive aura surrounding him, Soul couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

Lei on the other hand was fast to step closer to the skeleton. Her eyes were bright, and her fingers twitched as if she wanted to reach out to the fae.

"Peiscos." She bowed.

Soul felt her ears flatten. Well that wasn't good. She glanced aside, back at the male fae, and then gave a small bow herself. This... wasn't HER king. She was not obligated to pay him the same respect as Nightmare- right? No. Yes. Maybe? She wanted to scream.

With a nervous smile, the falconer looked back up again. The king was first to speak, luckily.

"Lei, why don't you introduce me to your friend?" Ah, good. Soul wouldn't have to fear for her name.

"Oh, yes. Peiscos, this is Miss Soul. Soul, this is the Summer Monarch."

She wanted to say something, but when she considered these words, a small wave of nausea overcame her. Oh, how cruel it was to loose the ability to lie. "It's... an honor to meet you, your majesty."

Ha, take that, weird magic that bound her words. Sometimes, Soul wished she was mute.

His... eyes were unnerving. Why did they bore into her like this? Why did this fae observe her like she observed the distant clouds, scanning for storms-

"Brother."

Soul felt a cold, clawed hand on her shoulder, and she froze up. Oh dear. Why was he here?

She turned her head, and looked up to the one-eyed king behind her. Her stomach dropped at his gaze- that was not a good one. Sure, he might be smiling, but Soul knew better then to fall for that. She swallowed thickly.

"Ah. Nightmare. It has been a while, hasn't it?" Peiscos voice dropped.

That twitch of Nightmares wings was more than enough signal for Soul. With an awkward smile, she broke the silence. "Forgive me, gentlemen, for I need to check up on a few of my carrier birds."

She did. Just not right now- but that information was not be withheld from them.

And unnecessary anyways, as Nightmares grasp on her shoulder tightened. "I don't think so, fancier."

... that wasn't per se a command- "Soul, stay." Okay, that was.

But- she wasn't a dog! It's not like he could actually...

Soul looked up at Nightmare. His cold eye bore into hers, and she swallowed. Alright. If he wanted to play THAT game- sure. Why not. But it was not one Soul enjoyed.

Her own expression darkened.

Nightmare managed a more genuine smile and promptly started a tour through the garden, talking to his brother. In one of the ancient languages Soul had yet to master.

She had once surprised Nightmare by cursing in German—he hadn't expected her to know the language—but besides German, Soul only knew English, and a few bits of Swedish and Latin.

But that wasn’t important now. Important was, that Soul could chat with Lei, who she found quite charming. So, they did, making the best of the situation. Now and then, their quiet chatter was unceremoniously broken by Nightmare just plainly asking Soul a question without caring if Lei or she was talking, or by Peiscos softly laying his hand upon Leis shoulder and waiting for her to talk.

It was… a stark contrast. Soul felt cold at the thought of how this must come off to their guests… but at the same time she didn’t mind. It gave her an excuse to ignore the glances and subtle gestures Nightmare threw her way.

Soul noticed them since a few months now. How Nightmares lower wings would twitch occasionally, but the twitches were mostly visible on the wingtails. How he sat just a bit closer to her rather than in the last corner of his library. How she’d get more invitations to dinner.

Nothing eases her mind. She was constantly wondering just WHAT the winter king was plotting. What did she have that he wanted to coax her into? Was it a punishment for their recent outing after finding that dragon pup? Did he just like to mess with her?-

She was thrown of guard by a shadow sweeping over her. A weight settled on her shoulder, forcing her to stumble. She caught herself by fluttering her wings. When she looked up, the black feathers of Blizzard tickled her cheek.

King Peiscos looked at the bird, mostly, a soft smile on his face. Nightmare eyed Soul up and down as if to say; get that bird under control. Soul smiled apologetically.

She excused herself- Nightmare didn’t stop her that time- and hushed off to her tower, Blizzard trilling warningly at everyone who dared to approach her.

So, Soul reached the tower without interruptions. She went to work quickly. The gala might mean calm and free time for others, but for the royal fancier, this was just tiring sometimes. Sure, her pigeons were only used to communicate within the closer areas around the castle, but that was hard enough, considering the sheer MASSES of fae in the winter palace right now. The rest went through magic, really.

What she didn’t expect was Horror standing in the tower, feeding the pigeons. He grinned as one of them sat on the top of his horn, and another one tried to balance on his hand to pick up the seeds the second they left the bag he held.

Soul paused, looked at Blizzard, who cooed coyly, and fluttered off. That attracted Horrors attention, of course, and he turned to the door.

His one good eye widened as he spotted her. Soul couldn’t blame him- their breakup had been rather sudden. “… Horror. Shouldn’t you… be on the gala?”

“Erm… I thought I could use my break to… feed your birds.” Soul raised an eyebrow.

Horror was a good guy through and through. For a while, the two had just… clicked. But then, it hadn’t anymore. Horror and Soul eventually returned to friends, with the only difference of Soul now and then requesting further distance. It wasn’t to hurt him, she could promise that.

“… thank you. For feeding them. I was just about to do that myself.” Horrors crooked smile made Soul smile. “It’s no issue. You know that.”

“Yes.” Silence. Horror cleared her throat, and rubbed the back of his neck. When had this gotten so uncomfortable?

“… so, I saw the summer king.” “Oh! Oh, that… sounds exciting.” “It’s… well, clearly not Nightmare. He’s… louder.”

Horror nodded.

Silence.

“Well. I’ll, uh… go then. Have a nice festival.” Soul mustered a smile. “I will try.” Horrors crooked smile widened, and he waved her goodbye as he left.

Soul buried her face in her hands- if she could only stop making promises!

altight, there you have it folks. After days of writers block and a few dumb decisions, there’s my Drabble. I hope you enjoy this Drabble, because I put effort into it, and I hope you can forgive if sometimes I wrote Leni, not Lei- the first name I’d picked for the girl was Leni.

alrighty then, I hope you liked it :)

(and yes the dinning hall in the beginning is heavily based on the dining hall in Hogwarts from Harry Potter, and I’m not taking criticism against that thank you :))

#valrayne-faeu #sona #drabble #fanfic #undertale au #faeu dream #faeu nightmare #faeu horror

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sketchfanda · 25 days ago

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Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party

Oooh Cheese & Crackers!!

Beast folk and faunus were not an uncommon thing in this world, especially in far off regions like zootopia and menagerie where they were the majority of the citizenship and population. Hell even the king and president was a canine man,it just happened to be thst in some cities or villages or small towns like South City and Satan City they tended to be rare minority but not uncommon. For a young adult rabbit like Judy Hopps from the small humble town of Bunny Burrows (constantly growing population numbers not withstanding),it was this kind of thing thst never deterred her from following her dreams to become a police officer and make the world that little bit more safe every day for good honest folk.Friendships and partnership were to be expected but relationships were the furthest thing from her mind when she moved to Satan city after being assigned to the local precint after graduating the academy and she was more than thankful in kicking out on getting a senior officer assigned as her partner in Krillin.

Being as compact and short as they were,Judy had to say the guy was easy to get along with and certainly didn’t hold any preconceived notions in regards to either her species or her gender,helping used to working the beat in no time from humble traffic duties to watching her back when taking out crooks, cheese and crackers it’s like the guy was super human!! Not to mention helping her out in adapting to life in the the big city in a metropolis like this and even saved her time and money by letting her lodge in the spare room of his house with his family. His daughter was just adorable(and more than okay with calling Judy “cute”) and hot damn he had to be the envy of a lot of men with a wife like his. Though 18 was an odd name,the blonde cyborg even joking that it’s because her father was very dull.

But under that cool,ice cold demeanour was quite the woman though the shortstack bunny was often puzzled by the looks 18 would shoot her way every now then. Some mischievous gleam in her eyes and this smile like the blonde knew something Judy herself didn’t know. It didn’t bother much though it seemed like the bombshell had that look especially whenever she saw the bunny alone together with her husband on and off the clock. She wasn’t sure why,it’s just she happened to enjoy her partner’s company.

He was polite,friendly,very down to earth and casual and a great spotting and sparring partner in the gym. Crimping thanks to him her body strength was skyrocketing to such points and degrees thst she could press super heavy weights!! But then Judy over time found herself having thoughts about Krillin invading her mind. The kind of ones thst really out ideas in your head,the sort you’d expect to read about in those trashy smut novels or on porn sites.

She knew she shouldn’t be having them,thinking such things,for crying out loud he was a married man!! It certainly wasn’t the interspecies difference but those thoughts did go off the rails, making her wonder what it’d be like, pressing her shortstack furry frame against his hairless,sculpted form. Night after night waking up in her room or snapping out of it from a sudden wet dream, finding her crotch gushing,soaking her thighs frkm sexual fantasies about Krillin. Was it some dormant primal instincts in her bunny rabbit genes?

Something within her brain stirring,compelling her to be dawn towards some latent alpha male sexual charisma the man was exuding without realising it? Like some magnetism of sorts? All Judy knew was that every passing day and week it just kept growing within her. This raw,primal sexual heat and lust that she found hard to quell, omly able to stave off it whenever she could, such as being able to get a good night’s sleep,biting the sheets of her bed or smothering her face in her pillow as she fingered herself vigourously,thinking of Krillin mating with her.

His compact,powerful form pin in her down as he rutted her with a no doubt gifted human cock. Such was the intensity of her thoughts that we find ourselves currently at the station office the human and bunny duo shared and worked together in when they weren’t on the beatt or reporting to the precinct office to their superior officers. The locker room occupied only by Judy herself as she used the showers,soothing and relaxing her furry frame,relieving it of aches and pains after another long hard day of serving snd protecting the public. The warm,hot steamy water a gift from heaven s she hummed and gasped.

Her silky grey fur becoming wet and glistening. So into this sensation was she, that her hands began to move of their own accord after fixing the shower head back into place. The solitude letting her guard down, gasping as her palms grazed her tits. Before doing it again on purpose this time, followed by grasping them, giving them a firm squeeze and massage.

Judy: “Aaahn…Krillin,not like this…someone might…"*She whispered to herself,roping herself before her hands moved down to her snatch,feeling her nectar flowing even as it mixed seamlessly with the hot shower water. Fingers probing and invading her slit as her mind fantasized,visualising Krillin here and now in the shower with her. Touching her,molesting her,kissing her in ways that stirred her libido,her giving back as good as he was getting. Moaning and panting as she played out her latest wet dream.a regular reocc fantasy of hers.* “Aahn…”

Singing out sexual praise to her dream man as the sound of the water running and splashing helped to drown her out. Only to find her masturbating interrupted when the shower curtain opened, Judy pausing part way to open her violet eyes in shock,to see none other than Krillin catching her in the act! human and bunny alike naked as the day they were born,looks of surprise on their faces as he beheld her wet naked self while she in turn saw him fully nude for the first time. Her shame and shock giving way to her libido as her primal instincts kicked in at seeing his cock and balls in all their full frontal glory.

Cheese and crackers he wasn’t hung like a bull or horse,if anything he put them to shame!! Her pussy lips twitching as nectar flowed down her thighs, eyes glowing with her burning lust as she saw his cock begin to stir and rise to fill erect attention. He was getting turned on,the mere idea enough to make Judy forget the awkwardness of being caught in the act as she grabbed him by the shoulders,pulling him into the shower with her, making him drop his towel as she pressed her lips to his, the dam of resistance she had built up bursting as she gave into her instincts. Her thighs hugging and squeezing thst thick,long hard meat as her cotton tailed bubbl butt massaged and squeezed his shaft.

Her delight mixing with her arousal as she found him returning the kiss, his tongue mashing and pressing against her in a sloppy dance as his hands were grasping and squeezing her ass, making her tail wag and her ears twitch as the bunny cop wrapped her arms around those powerful shoulders and draped her legs around his waist, deepening and intensifying their makeout as the impulse to mate kicked in between them. Before Judy knew it, she no longer found herself a virgin,as she was pressed up against the wall, deep throated moans escaping her as Krillin held onto and kept squeezing her ass. His hips bucking and plowing away with a growing steady momentum of speed and power as his cock hammered not her bunny snatch. His shaft sliding into the warm, tight, wet embrace of her pussy as her juices lubed up and showered tht dick, her womb glowing with a fire, ready to receive his warm, creamy baby making seed.

Her brain gone into fuck like a rabbit mode as she didn’t bother keeping count or track of her orgasms, thinking only of making Krillin blow his load and pump his batter into her. Brain going wild with fantasies of being knocked up with and having his babies as she felt her mind go hazy and numb with pleasure, feeling as if she were playing out a porn movie montage. Going from being plowed against the wall to him lying on the floor as she rode him in reverse and foreard cowgirl, the feel of his hands on either her bouncing tits or her jiggling ass as his eyes took in her tone shortstack frame drove her wild with erotic excitement. To lying on her front prone bones or being taken doggy style,hands and knees kn the floor to being bent in a mating press or piledriver as she was worked like some sexual butter churn.

And how she loved every single moment of it, especially the sweet,blissful ectasy when he would finally blow his load. Cumming inside her,flooding her eager,welcoming womb with his potent seed. Soon laying beside each other,the shower raining on them as they painted,simply gazing at one another. Basking in the afterglow as they made out,their partnership taken to a whole new,different,sexually thrilling level.

That night at dinner, judy sat across 18 as the man of the house did so from Maron, bonding with the adorable little Ray of sunshine while the shortstack bunny was rubbing her thighs together recalling the phantom sensations of what she’d done with Krillin buzzing through her nerves. Only to find 18 pressing and rubbing her foot against her own and up along her leg. Her violet eyes widening in shock as th blonde was playing footsie with her. Her bare sole now pressing and rubbing against the bunny babe’s denim clad crotch,making judy twitch and moan,biting her lip to not give away any sign of struggle or arousal, Krillin unaware of what was going on under the table before looking their way to make small talk and conversation as 18 played coy, acting as if she hadn’t just molested their rabbit house guest.

18:*Not long after the bunny found herself along with the lady of the house,washing dishes together as father snd child played video games,Judy washing when 18 loomed behind her suddenly,wrapping an arm around her waist, snaking a hand down the front of her daisy dukes,fingers probing her pussy as her other hand snaked under her pink plaid shirt to play with one of her tits. Making Judy squirm and moan at the molesting ambush as the blonde kissed along her neck and shoulder before whispering into her ear.* “Mmm,so wet…I can feel it,,he came inside you right? Did you enjoy it? Was it your first time? I knew it was only a matter of time. right from day kne when he brought you home…beast girls like you just go wild for him..I’d love to see it…tonight,we‘re gonna come into your room and do it together…and tomorrow night you stay in our room with us…okay,little sex bunny?” *The blonde taunts playfully biting her ear as she felt Judy cum around her fingers,withdrawing her hand and releasing her from her grasp, the bunny watching her lick her fingers clean and walk away with a sway to her hips. Judy barely standing in shaker legs as she held onto the counter edge of the sink.

Cheese and crackers,18 knew they had done it? And from the sounds of it, Judy isn’t the first or last woman, human or beast to get it on with the compact stud. And that was just so hot!! That night in the chestnut family homestead, as little Marron slept peacefully, Judy found herself restless as her libido stirred with sensual excitement.

There she was imply laying in her sleepwear as her guest room door cracked open, Krillin in just a tanktop and shorts as he was mumbling, a playful embarrassed look on his face, nervously twitching as 18 stood beside him in sexy lingerie, the pair entering and closing the door behind them with the blonde clicking the lock shut. The shortstack bunny shaking with growing excitement and tension as 18 came over, cuppinng her face as they pressed their lips together. Tongues dancing as deep thrusted moans were exchanged between them in aa game of spitswapping tonsil hockey. Krillin looking on in awe before his wife reached out and pulled him in, making the kiss a three way of lips and tongues.

Their hands exploring one another as they began to strip one another until they were all naked as the day they were born. Cyborg bombshell and sexy shortstack rabbit soon kneeling on the floor stroking, licking, sucking and blowing that cock, making out with it between them, hearts glowing in their eyes as their primal female sexual instincts were in full effect for this, in their mind, ideal, prime piece of alpha male. Judy finding herself once more playing out her own personal porno montage as her head hung off the edge of the bed,t aking a heavy facefucking as that meaty cock hammered into her mouth while 18 ate her out To 18 playing with herself as she watched with voyeuristic slight at seeing Judy take it missionary to spread eagle style from their man to 18 getting it from behind doggystyle as Judy held her face to her snatch as the rabbit and Krillin made out to 18 and Judy makign out as the blonde sat on the former monk’s face while the bunny rod his cock cowgirl style.

One on one, different positions of two on one to Judy and 18 bonding through casual lesbianism as their man watched, to each babe watching the other get plowed or facefucked or rutted in their ass. 18 especially taking delight when letting Judy have her turn one on one, leaning in to whisper and taunt Judy playfully, saying how hot and “cute” she looked taking Krillin’s dick like a pro, asking how many babies she might get knocked up with. Visions flooding Judy’s mind of sharing a life together with this family, Maron bonding with and playing with god knows how many adorable hybrid bunny brothers and sisters. It was all too much for Judy as all the intense orgasms caught up to her, drifting off into the sweet embrace of sleep, this time her bed now having company, her naked furry form sandwiched between her partner beside her, his cock still in her snatch, as 18 spooned her from behind, her arms draped over her husband and new sex friend.

Judy had never thought much of what she’d do with her life last getting he dream job. Let alone that she’d wind uo becoming part of a threesome relationship,or whatever it was more than just thst that 18 had implied. But she had to say,she was looking forward to a wild,sexual,y exciting future with her new alpha male. Hell,part of her was wondering if she should introduce her cousin Lola to the guy.

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Sk8r Girl

Jackie wouldn’t say she was a virgin by any means of stretch certainly. She just never found any of her prior encounters or casual lays considered worth the kind of saucy details and gossip you’d share with your lady friends,let alone the kind of lay so phenomenal that she had a sizeable list of fuckbuddies or the right kind of guy she’d settle down with. She was a single young girl in her sexual prime,a body with good genetics enhanced with the right blend of thicc meat and muscle tone brought about from her passion hobbies like surfing and skateboarding. So she knew she was never short in interested suitors that was for sure, especially when coming to Satan City University on a scholarship and the X games coming up, there was bound to be a line that went around d the corner, twice.

Or so that would’ve been had it not been for thst flyer she found on the campus bulletin board by chance,offering room and board. Offered so graciously and generously by that blonde milf who Jackie couldn’t envy was hot enough to make even the most straight girl a little bicurious. Her daughter was just too sweet and adorable of course, if Jackie had ever had a little sister, she would be it. Not that it stopped Maron from calling her that.

Her dad Krillin of course was a very easy going humble guy who seemed quite good at his job as a cop. Especially going by local gossip and chatter especially among the ladies in town. That was when it started for Jackie, oh sure there weren’t any signs, anything different happening with her body or in her thoughts. But if it had started somewhere, she would have to say it was when she went along with her host family on a beach trip, figuring it would be a good chance to get some surfing practice in.

She wasn’t any stranger to guys checking out and ogling her in swimsuits, but god 18 just handled it all like a pro, paying little to no mind or attention what so ever to them. If anything the blonde bombshell only cared for that kind of thing coming from her husband, posing and grinning just for him whenever she saw him looking her way. The chill, laidback skater/surfer girl puzzled whenever 18 would pull her in for a pose, like mother and daughter or sisters showing off. But when Jackie saw Krillin in his beachwear?

Her brain totally shut down because good lord, his swimshorts were just casual, baggy, reached down halfway to his shins and past his knees but that didn’t matter because the man was jacked!! He wasn’t a giant but his physique was sculpted, he certainly never skipped leg day and he didn’t lift, no he pressed!! And god help her Jackie couldn’t help but stare and then start having thoughts. What it would feel like to kiss those lips, touch and caress those muscles, or have him massage her body with his hands.

Soon as she started undressing him with her eyes and wondering how big his dick was, her face turned red as she found he thighs soaking from her flowing arousal, she knew she had to struggle and fight the temptation. Surfing helped but whenever she was idle, laying back as she tanned and soaked in the sun’s rays, the naughty ideas and fantasies wouldn’t leave her be. Doing what she could to resist them,after all,the guy was married but he just had…a thing about him!! Also was it her imagination or was 18 giving her looks?

Not looks that scrasmed territorial and possessive like ’stay away from my man’ but like ‘you want him don’t you? I know you do’. Was she some weird kinky woman who got a thrill out of other girls being sexually thirsty for her husband? That was….kind of hot. Especially when 18 would seemingly casually offer to lather her up with tanning oil, her hands getting quite friendly and daring, brushing the side of her tits, groping her ass or rubbing her thighs so close to her cameltoe.

Making the chill girl squirm, biting her lip or towel to keep down any moans, unaware 18 was shooting Krillin some seductive looks as if knowing he was seeing this and hoping her enjoyed the show. The compact gentleman of course taking a deep breath as he made his leave, saying he needed to cool off at the beach showers. Soon as he was out of visual and audio range, Jackie found 18 ceased her stealth sensual massage, helping her out her swimsuit top back on and help her to her feet. Before pulling her along ,right to the shower stalls, the surfer skater so out of it from the earlier work the blonde milf had done that she wasn’t quite able to voice a protest or ask why and what they were doing.

Especially when they went right for a stall that was occupied, as 18 grabbed and pulled open the curtain, showing this was indeed the stall Krillin was occupying, as the shortstack dilf jumped in shock, exposing that was he naked and had been in the midst of stroking off. 18 simply grinning like the cat that caught the canary as Jackie dropped her jaw, eyes widening, a sensual blush as she saw the man’s cock and balls. Sweet Christmas, she couldn’t even think of any toys that were half the length or girth of that thing, he was hung!! This was no dick,it was a COCK!! Like that, Jackie felt her brain begin to go into overdrive, like someone flipped a switch and any and all things related to her libido was going full force, turning her from a chill, laidback girl into a thirsty bitch in heat.

Erasing any and all names and faces of her prior sexual encounters, telling her to forget those losers because a real man now stood before her. That was how Jackie found herself and 18 kneeling on the shower floor, tagteaming the shortstack compact Adonis stud’s cock and balls with a double team blowjob. Lips and tongues working away, hearts flowing in their eyes, pants and moans escaping them that is when they weren’t busy having him facefuck him, deepthroating his shaft as they lubed it up with their saliva, his smooth heavy balls slapping their chins or taking turns giving him a titfuck, Jackie in awe at how much her girls couldn’t cover, excess ore drowning her lush tan, freckled skin. But the sheer force of how much he came and the taste of his jizz, the thrill of nearly drowning in it or suffocating on his cock enough to make her cum.

But then the dilf was no slouch himself in giving back as good as he got, his hands and mouth on her tits and pussy sending delightful jolts of pleasure along up her nerves. Especially when 18 added herself into the mix but goddamn did the guy know how to eat a woman out!! But oh that sweet, thrilling sensation when he finally went down on her, the raw primal ecstasy as his cock penetrated her, his length and girth enough to make her cum, inch after inch of pussy pleasing, ass jiggling inch of that womb jackhammer sinking in as she had her arms and legs around him as he laid atop her in missionary. 18 playing with herself as she watched the college extreme sports protege become acquainted with her man’s virility and prowess.

Deep throated moans escaping her as she rode the lighting of pleasure, not needing to keep count of how many times she came or how man positions she would go through with this dilf, only those delicious moments when he would cum inside her. Flooding her womb with that hot white cream as her flexible, thicc body was put through a kama sutra of positions under the sunny blue skies ad the hot steamy water. The clap of her jiggling asscheeks and the sway of her tits, that is when he wasn’t squeezing them as he took her doggy style to feeling herself bent over used like a sexual accordion or butter churn in a piledriver or mating press to the delicious intimacy of straddling his lap, his hands squeezing her booty, her tits rubbing against his firm, powerful pecs, legs around his waist as her tongue mashed against his in a sloppy kiss, bouncing and riding his pistoning bitchpleaser. Or the spiciness of when 18 would have her turn or make it a three way as Jackie would find her eating her out as she got it from behind as the surfer babe and Krillin made out to the milf straddling her face as Krillin took her in missionary.

Sweet pornographic bliss and ecstasy flooded her every nerve as she came to bond with and get very sexually acquainted with her hosts, getting the feeling this wouldn’t be a one time thing. Wondering if she wasn’t the last and certainly not the first woman to get roped into whatever weird, wild sexual thing these two had going on, a thoughtful question that would be answered when the curtain opened, revealing a very sexy lifeguard who had clearly been making sure nobody would pay any mind or attention to this threesome, eyeing them in the midst of Jackie in reverse cowgirl as Krillin held her behind as 18 sucked her tits. The exotic babe simply peeling down her red one piece as she made it clear her silence would come with a very delicious price they’d be more than happy to pay and arrange. Suffice to say, that was a semester Jackie was never forgetting not when she met a man she'd come to think as "Daddy"....

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OH MAMA!

The Herron MILF duo of Jane and Veronica, who were about as close to beacons of authority and standing with this their misfit band of sizequeens, were out with Krillin doing some shopping. Only natural as their assigned chaperone that he would so and things were going about as routine as possible when the next thing either of them knew, they suddenly grabbed in the parking lot. Someone wasn't careful enough among the observation team which was why this ambush managed to catch even the shortstack fighter off guard, much to his own annoyance and shame alike. The fact they threatened the 2 redheaded woman with implied unpleasantness didn't help matters and so he had no choice but to surrender.

The trio were soon taken to a secret base of what was no doubt this enigmatic Red Ribbon army offshoot and within moments of their bound selves being brought before the leader who wasted no time in dealing out a round of insults towards Veronica, much to her puzzlement and the mix of confusion and curiosity alike of her sister and Krillin. You'd think she'd remember having ever even crossed or messed with someone from the infamous and notorious RR army until pompous went on a tirade, the ever classical dirtbag monologue, revealing that back when Veronica was the leader of the Herron clan's shall we say, less than legitimate business operations and dealings, she'd killed his father and not before she'd destroyed his home by sleeping with him, which resulted in ruining his parents marriage by proxy extension. Thus he swore revenge which lead to this overly convoluted plan gathering up remains of the old RR army and acquiring some of their resources, all for his grand masterplan which in his mind was a stroke of sheer brilliance. For you see his intention was to put the Herron girls, all of them, each and every single one including Veronica and her sister, through the same program that turned 18 and 17 into androids (cyborgs) and turn them into sex dolls (which was Veronica's worst fear), a fitting end for, in his mind, a family of slutwhore homewrecker cock loving bitches.

When Krillin stepped up, seemingly nonchalant acting in defiance and not standing anymore of this blatant egocentric inhumane tangent, the leader opted to pour salt in the wound as he revealed that he'd also kidnapped his daughter, Marron, locked away in a secure area a few floors above. However, instead of getting upset, the short king simply stated, "dead man walking". It was at this point that none other than 18 busted through the wall in full mama bear mode! It was at this point, he and his motley crew knew....they'd fucked up.

One severe one woman army class beatdown later, to which Jane and Veronica winced, almost feeling sorry for the bastards, key word being almost and the cyborg asskicker was done, A brief call to the precinct and the police were on their way, no doubt sure to be surprised to find the path of destruction and a down and out, bound and gagged RR army group nicely giftwrapped for them. In the meantime as 18 leaeft to go further into the base to search for stragglers whole finding and securing Marron's safety, Jane and Veronica proceeded to pounce. Wasting little to no time in hugging Krillin and kissing him with deep, passionate abandon as soon as they were freed.

Call it relief from being saved, the adrenaline and endorphins alike caused by increasing panic, their pent up lust from days and weeks Laura and the other girls enjoying this compact Adonis or a combination of all the above but they were just too damn horny to care, they needed to fuck and they wanted and needed right, fucking, ASAP!! Quite frankly, Jane and Veronica didn't even care to argue as they were want to do when it came to having the attention of a stud to either of themselves, they just needed him here and now!! As the three got into tongue loaded round of 3 way kissing, even starting to make out as they stripped one another naked, 18 returned as suddenly as she had disappeared, a sweetly napping Marron in her arms, which got the 2 Herron women a bit scared and concerned. After all, having seen her strength firsthand, they were no doubt expecting one very territorial and pissed off housewife yet imagine their shock when she outright says, "Don't mind me" and continued on her way to take her daughter back home safe and sound.........all the sensually smirking as she knew she was going to love hearing the detail about this soon as Krillin came back home.

The two go wild letting out all the stress they have built over the last few months as the blonde asskicking cyborg pretty much gave the okay on consent, their lusty eyes gazing in awe upon that massive cock as they grasped it in their hands. Making the short king groan as he felt a dual assault of horny lips and tongues kiss, lick, suck and blow on his shaft from the tip to the balls, causing him to give some deep, hard reflexive facefucking. All the while he squeezed their bubbly booty cheeks and probed their pussies with his skilled fingers before he soon found them giving him a tandem paizuri, stroking and massaging his oak tree cock with their big, juicy titties as their bodies yearned to have this compact stud mate and breed them. Their luscious thighs soaking wet with the heavy waterfall flow of nectar as their netherlips quivered and gushed as they cried out for that cock.

Pretty soon it was Jane and Veronica crying out in euphoric rapture and primal pleasure as Krillin was fucking them deep and hard, after giving them a nice facial and mouthful of his seed to start things off of course. But the earlier oral preview from him stretching their mouths and stuffing their throats had nothing on the delicious thrilling sensation of their pussies being penetrated and hammered by that length and girth, those glorious balls smacking their clits and making their asscheeks clap and jiggle. The feel of his talented hands and mouth on their tits as he took them on in two on one and one on alike, welcoming this assertiveness and sexual prowess akin to bitches in heat courting and successfully finding an ideal alpha male to claim them. From Veronica riding him cowgirl style as Jane sat on his face to be eaten out by his magic tongue to Jane eating her sister out as the short king fucked her doggy style, to pinning one of them up against the wall to piledriving them into the floor.

Orgasm after orgasm, seconds into minutes to hours when Laura finally arrived with back-up, managing to breakup this threesome even if she was tempted to join in. Of course naturally it continued soon as they got back to the safehouse which naturally saw her get involved as she and Veronica went through some intense hatefucking, being possessive of her partner. All the while the investigation team was rounding up the Red Ribbon faction and any and all evidence of their crimes, especially the damning evidence on security tape of the leader's wicked intentions which meant the whole witness protection was now over. Which naturally lead to Jane and Veronica deciding it was only right to have one last farewell marathon with their studly compact chaperone, though he insisted it be one at a time with exceptions like the twins who were a packaged deal of course but they gladly obliged him...and yes, you can bet it was a long, looooong night......

epilogue: the Herrons eventually returned home once the necessary formalities and paperwork was sorted and seen through with most settling back into their much missed personal routines Some found themselves branching out for new opportunities, such as how Joy was approached by Baba to learn magic while some changed like how Jen and Jenna were a bit less bratty after their close call (mostly and mainly thanks to a deep, hard, Chestnut short king quality fucking) and Krillin of course left a very lasting impression on the women (Yes, including Laura, who was already seeing to her official transfer to the Satan City PD). However, it won't be the last, as Bulma would meet the girls and offer them jobs as beta testers for some experimental Warrior Monk models. They didn't even need to think or be asked twice about considering such a lovely proposition.

Suffice to say, sales and stocks of the Warrior Monk sex dolls and the related dildos and strap-ons skyrocketed especially thanks to the influx of what were deemed as Herron seal of approval models. Everything about the previous Warrior Monk generations with a little more something extra. 18 of course wasted no time in having some quality time catch up with her husband especially once she saw Jacqui's long awaited shoot uploads. Which were of course giving the blonde plenty of naughty ideas.....

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Juggernauts indeed!!

Now Krillin wasn't usually what you'd call a drinking man, not an absolute teetotaller mind you but definitely not an alcoholic but he'd drink enough to be polite especially on those occasions when finishing a shift the department and some of his fellow officers finishing for the evening as well invited him for a little night out on the town. If it was usually some of the girls like Judy, chances were he could expect things to play out with a little action in the bedroom at their place or his (with the bonus of 18 getting in on it). If it was the guys, usually just some playful banter and some asking him what his secret was to his way with the ladies with which he could impart some wisdom. On this particular social gathering, it was a mix of guys and girls and one of the more rowdier frat boys among the bunch won the choice of venue...a place known as Juggernauts.

Upon arriving it could be easy to see why the name and why the place had originally used to be called Knockers, with many of the waiting staff and even the bartender being all women. Many of them walking around in skintight denim jeans or short shorts which were being devoured by their bodacious bubble booties ands the most eyecatching among them had to be the bartender herself, a perky airhead bimbo looking blonde by the name of...Titania, of all things. Yeah it was clear why his co-worker chose this place but luck of the draw and all that and so commenced the festivities of a steady round of booze and snacks like fries and wings. Surely nothing could go wrong or so one would foolishly think without considering that bitch known as Murphy's law......

In this case, it all started when Krillin found himself roped into a drinking contest, last one standing not passed out under the table didn't have to pay the tab. Chalk it up to that superhuman durability that could let him tank bullets because of course he was the winner, however victory didn't come without a total cost. Which being that the amount of beer he'd consumed had left him well past being simply tipsy or dizzy, he was absolutely blotto, sloshed, absolutely swear to drunk he was God!! And it just so happens he was the sort of drunk who got very randy and horny as he couldn't take his eyes off of Titania and that stunning, juicy rack of hers, those jiggling funbags just courting his attention like a bitch in heat seeking a virile male to mate and breed her.

Now of course the bimbo bartender did playfully threaten to cut him off and warned him that he’d had way too much to drink, the short king ootd to stun her with his response. By grabbing and pulling her in for a kiss which she felt had a whole lot of tongue involved and his hands sneaking under her shirt to grope her big juicy titties. The next thing she knew, he broke the liplock to plant his face between her cleavage and motorboat those honkers with absolute gusto. Now Titania wasn’t usually one for drunk customers who broke the look, don’t touchrule but something snout this..bold abrasive assertive act was proving quite the turn-on.

Which might be how and why she decided to pass her shift off to one of her co-workers and proceeded to carry this shortstack drink Casanova back to her place. Moaning and gasping as he was getting more bold and daring in groping and feeling her up. But oh as soon as she got him past the door and locked it, he was resting around from behind her and proceeded to grab and rip her shirt off. Gasping as her tits bounced and breathed free in the open air before he was soon roping them once again. Making her squirm and moan as his assertiveness was really starting to get her worked up with her jeans starting to feel quite warm and sticky….

Now Titania was a pretty sexual girl, a bimbo if there ever was one but she wasn't what you'll call a slut or a whore but hot damn if this short dude wasn't putting any and every guy she'd been with to total shame!! He was HUNG, how he managed to contain that in his pants was beyond her but damn if it didn't feel amazing as he straddled her torso while she laid back flat on her bed. Kissing and licking the tip of that cock as it thrust and pumped while he held her titties between it to jerk himself off with them. In awe of that swole shortstack's body rippling and flexing its muscles as her pussy gushed and quivered with nectar indicating just how badly she needed that slab of meat to ruin her.

But the next thing she knew, the drunk Casanova was suddenly grasping her platinum blonde air and shoving his cock into her mouth, eyes wide at the sudden, fierce and deep facefucking she was now receiving. Inches of his hot, pulsing meat twitching as it stretched and stuffed her throat, those heavy balls slapping her chin as drool dribbled and spluttered. The sudden ferocity and raw primal dominance being asserted by Krillin was shocking and yet oh so arousing as glowing pink hearts began to form in her eyes, her bimbo brain feeling a growing need to have this stud mount and ride her like a mare! Her needy hands plunging down to her snatch as she probed up to 3 fingers knuckle deep, flicking her bean as her needy pussy grew more hungry for that cock that was sure to break her like the bitch in heat she was.

She wasn't so how many orgasms she'd been having since before then as everything became a hazy blur to her but she knew for certain that she was feeling so damn high right now as she finally found herself being penetrated by that godly cock!! Her bed shaking and creaking as Krillin was absolutely demolishing her sexually, making oit a guarantee she'd be a total nympho junkie for his dick and never even think of another man at all! That length and girth pounding awayn into her greedy, horny snatch like an erotic piston from having her ride him cowgirl style which gave him a fine view of her bouncing tits to grasping and squeezing those milktanks as he took her from behind doggy style to making her scream like a banshee as he hoisted her sexy frame up into the air. Performing a deep, hard and intense standing fuck, his arms hooked around her long, well toned legs as he had her bouncing and riding on his cock with their tongues dancing together in a sloppy open air kiss.....

It pretty much went like this for the whole night and continued on into dawn as the short king and the busty bartender commenced with a veritable hentai montage of positions. Titania's apartment looking like a wrecking crew went right through it as the blonde was now drunk on orgasms while Krillin was feeling hungover yet his body had entered the non-state of mind, moving on instinct as their marathon was now in the shower. That hot steamy water raining down on their bodies with Titania pressed up against the glass, her big titties pressed and rubbing against the condensed surface. So lost in their own lewd little world that they didn't notice the apartment door opening..and none other than Androids 18 and 21 entering.

You can only imagine the lewd little sensual smiles of mischief on their faces at the sexual crime scene before them or the sight and sound of their short king rocking yet another bimbo's world. But they never imagined their man could still be quite the lover and yet such a beast when he got a little too much liquor in him. It was definitely something to remember for future consideration as they watched on before waiting for the moment to join in. After all why pass up a chance to get acquainted with Krillin's latest sexual conquest and if she played her cards right, future baby mama?

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empressofthesunwriter · 2 years ago

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She was the weird foreign girl, he was the most useless Viking in the history of Berk. Together they were just Leandra and Hiccup. Two best friends who searched for their place in the world. Would their search for it unite or separate them?

I counted the votes on fanfiction.net and Quotev and we have a clear winner. Sides that allow pictures can already see Leandra’s dragon beside Toothless, the other one, well read the story. :D

Chapter 3

Leandra was glad that Gothi stepped out to watch the progress of the Dragon Training. She had stayed up late to make various ointments for the Night Furry and got so little sleep.

The black-haired girl was taking a cat nap on the mat where normal Gothi’s patients lay.

Was it wise?

Absolute not.

But the Spanish girl swore she would die if she didn’t catch some snooze. The whole morning had been hard on her and Gothi even more.

It was like the old Viking woman knew she hadn’t slept much and was making her work and learn more.

Her brain was not there today.

She really, really hoped that one of the ointments for the Night Furry would help him.

A sign left her mouth and she rolled herself to the side.

Leandra was asking herself how Hiccup was doing in Dragon Training. Being together with teens who didn’t like him and with his weird crush, was hard, she imagined. Well, besides the murders dragons who wanted to kill you.

Yeah, Leandra found Hiccup’s crush on Astrid freacking weird. The girl didn’t give him the time of day, never talked or interacted with him, and yet Hiccup crushed on her hard.

Just because she was the perfect Viking girl?

It was a weak reason.

On the other hand, the only other girl was Ruffnut and she was crazy.

No wonder Hiccup liked Astrid.

It’s not like he had many choices.

What about you?, whisper a voice in her head, that Leandra always ignored.

No, she wouldn’t think about this possibility.

She and Hiccup were fine the way they were.

Best friends forerver.

However, it still stung a bit that Hiccup didn’t seem to see her like a girl.

No one of their age rages did.

Not that Leandra wanted any of the Viking boys.

It just…would be nice to feel wanted sometime. Astrid didn’t need to do anything and anybody was armored with her.

Leandra was not vain, but she knew she was a pretty girl.

Her hair was strong, wavy, and black like the night, and she had big, pretty brown eyes and a healthy tan. She had a curvy body and probably the biggest breast size, for her age.

Her papi always told her she comes after her late mother, who had been the village beauty, with suitors left and right.

On the other hand here in Berk, they were other beauty standards.

And Astrid was all of them and she was the exact opposite of it.

Maybe that’s why no one found her attractive.

Again, not that she wanted any of the Viking boys, it just got on her nerves that even Hiccup, who know her like the back of his hand, never seemed to see her as a girl.

And no, that didn’t mean she wanted something from him.

No, no, no!

She didn’t want to lose his friendship, just for the tiny possibility of being more.

Friendship was more important than love.

Besides if she ever got the chance Leandra would return to Spain to her Abuela. Her dad could stay here on this miserable rock with his new Viking family, and she would get back home, where it was warm, colorful, and full of life.

She only would miss Hiccup and be in a relationship with him would be even worse if she would go back to Spain.

He could come with us, it’s not like he would be missed here, again this voice in her head whispered.

Angry she opened her eyes and sat up.

Leandra could never take a nap like this.

What was wrong with her brain today?

That’s what she gets if she doesn’t sleep her eight hours. This should be a lesson for her.

Grumbling she decides to make some more ointments.

This would keep her thoughts in check.

Today Gothi let her go home earlier.

This was good.

So she could join Hiccup and the Night Furry in the cove and her parents would think she was still with Gothi.

As she enters the cove, Leandra has to put a hand on her mouth to not let out the gasp she was about to make.

The scene before her.

She feels she can’t interrupt it.

It’s between Hiccup and the Night Furry.

They're face to face and Hiccup slowly extends his hand. The dragon growls at the hand, he isn’t ready to let Hiccup touch him.

That’s when her best friend turns his head away with closed eyes and again holds out his hand to the Night Furry.

Leandra’s heart beat fast in her chest.

Hiccup is showing the Night Furry a lot of trust. What had happened between the two that he risk getting his hand eaten by the dragon?

Yet, nothing like this happens.

The dragon bridges the gap and presses his muzzle against Hiccup's hand.

They stay for two heartbeats like this.

The black-haired girl has the feeling that the whole world turned upside down.

A dragon and a Human….touching each other in a nonviolent way.

Showing each other trust and understanding.

Leandra feels tears in her eyes.

It touches her heart in a yearning way. She wishes she would find a connection like this.

Then the Night Furry stops gives a little snort and flies to the other side of the cove, leaving an amazed Hiccup behind.

“Hiccup.”, she calls out softly to him. The moment is over, but she would feel bad talking louder. It wouldn’t fit now.

Thank god, Hiccup hears her.

“Leandra.”

“So you made friends with the Night Furry?”

Hiccup turns a moment in the direction of the dragon.

“Yeah, I made friends with Toothless.”

Toothless why Toothless?

She asks him this and he waves her over to him. Hiccup tells her what he experienced today with Toothless and wow, Leandra is just speechless.

Who would have thought that a dragon could be this sensitive and intelligent?

How she wished she could have seen it, but something in her tells her that it was good that it was only between Hiccup and Toothless.

They seem to share a connection with each other.

The two best friends sit on a log together and watch how the sun slowly goes down.

“I need to be home.”, signs Leandra sad.

“I need to meet up with the Gobber and the other recruits. We are eating together.”, he signs too.

The girl opens her pouch and shows Hiccup the ointments she made.

“Do you think you could get to Toothless and we can try out one of these for his wound?”, she wonders.

“We could try but I don’t know-“

The boy gets interrupted by a familiar screech.

But it can be!

The only Night Furry here is Toothless!

Who is suddenly staring at the sky and jumping up and down happily.

Hiccup and Leandra look in the direction where Toothless looks. Both want to pinch themselves when they see what got the dragon so excited.

It’s another Night Furry!

A Night Furry, who is fast closing in on the cove and lands gracefully before Toothless.

Both dragons cooed, snuggled their muzzles together, and lick each other.

Leandra and Hiccup’s chins meet the floor.

The Spanish girl grips Hiccup’s shoulder and shakes him.

“Hiccup! Hiccup! There is another Night Fury! Oh my lord, what?!”

“That Night Furry is a bit smaller than Toothless.”, analyzes the boy fascinated. “But the wings and the tailfin are bigger. I think it has brownish-golden eyes. It’s also a lot darker than Toothless, wow.”

Seeing how the two dragons do practically the equivalent of kisses for humans Leandra adds: “I think, that’s Toothless mate. He or she must have been worried sick for him. I’m glad they found each other.”

“He or she?”

“We don’t judge, Hiccup. Love is Love. End of story.”

It’s then that the other Night Furry sees the two human teenagers and stands protectively before Toothless. It growls at them threatening, but before anything happens Toothless purrs at his mate and it seems to calm it down.

Now it looks with big brownish-golden eyes curious at Leandra and Hiccup.

“Okay, I totally believe that these two are mates.”, agrees Hiccup.

They do act like a couple. That’s something new to learn about Night Furries too.

Meanwhile, Leandra’s eyes are transfixed, at the beautiful eyes of Toothless mate. They are like molted gold.

She never saw eyes like this.

The Night Furry stares at her in the same intense way.

Something deep and profound is exchanged.

Leandra can’t explain it.

It’s like she found a missing part of her soul.

A soul who reflects her own.

Like bewitched she walks closer to the Night Furries.

“Lee?”, calls Hiccup confused to her, but is ignored.

Toothless also grumbles questions to his mate, who is walking up to the human female and gets ignored too.

The girl and the dragon stop a meter from each other. Still looking into the other eyes. Leandra titles her head and the Night Furry copies her. Then she smiles and the dragon tries to mimic her.

“Hello.”, Leandra whispers to the dragon. “You are the most beautiful dragon I ever saw.”

It’s like the dragon understood her because it lets out a pleased purr.

For a moment Leandra checks the gender of the dragon.

Ah, it’s a she.

Of course, only a girl could be so beautiful!

Like Hiccup had done with Toothless, Leandra turns away and holds her hand out.

She waits for three heartbeats when she feels something scaly and warm touch her palm. Leandra opens an eye and sees that the female Night Furry closed the gap between them.

They stay like this for another two heartbeats before the girl Night Furry gives her hand a lick and returns to Toothless’s side.

Her hand is wet with dragon saliva, yet Leandra couldn’t care less, this was the most amazing thing she ever experienced.

“Lee?”

“Starchaser.”, she just says to her best friend. “I will call her Starchaser because her eyes are bright as stars.”

It’s night and Leandra can’t sleep.

In the end, they couldn’t try the ointments on Toothless since the sun was nearly down and she needed to be home, and Hiccup needed to meet Gobber and the others.

She stares in the darkness at the hand that Starchaser had licked. Somehow she manages to bond with the most beautiful creature on earth and for the first time in her life Leandra feels the hole in her heart dimmer.

The girl feels like she meet her soulmate. Who would have thought that it would be a dragon?

How she wishes to be in the cove and learn more about Starchaser.

They only had one big important moment together, but she knows nothing about her.

Leandra wants to know anything about her Night Furry friend.

Well, it’s not like she is alone.

Determined she stands up from her bed. Sleep is for the weak. In the darkness, she dresses in her dress and kirtle and, like always, uses her window to escape from home.

First, she checked if Hiccup was in his house, but not finding him there, she goes to the blacksmith stall.

Her best friend is really there and seems to work on something.

She makes the special knock they both agreed on she uses when he works so Hiccup knows it’s Leandra.

You don’t want to spook a blacksmith while working.

Could end in a bad accident.

“Come in.”, tells her Hiccup.

Couriers she watches him working on…something.

“What’s that going to be?”, she wants to know.

“Gobber told us a dragon who loses his wings and tail is a downed dragon. A death one.”, explain Hiccup. “So I’m making a tailfin for Toothless so he can fly again.”

“That’s awesome, Hiccup. I’m sure it will make him happy and Starchaser too.”

“Do you want to help me?”

“Just tell me what do to, partner.”

And so the best friends work together on the tailfin for Toothless. They get done with it before the sun rises. Both agree to meet up before Dragon Training and when Leandra needs to go to Gothi to visit the two Night Furries.

After they slept a bit, it was time again to wake up, but Leandra feels this time different. She is more excited than tired, even if she probably only slept two hours tops.

Hiccup and her meet up and take a chest full of fish for each Night Furry with them. Of course, he also has the tailfin for Toothless and Leandra her ointments.

They arrive at the cove where Toothless and Starchaser seem already to be waiting for them.

“Hello, Toothless.”

“Hi, Starchaser.”

“We brought breakfast for your guys.”, explains Hiccup to the two curious Night Furries.

The teenagers kick open their chests so that the fish spills out of the ground.

“Okay, that's disgusting.”, says Hiccup matter of fact.

“Yuck!”, adds Leandra with a wrinkled nose.

Toothless and Starchaser approach, settling in to devour the feast.

“Uh..we've got some salmon, some nice Icelandic cod, and a whole smoked eel.”

Hiccup could say he wanted to poison them since both Night Furries reacted with horrific screeches as they see the smoked eel.

“Throw it away, throw it away!”, yells Leandra to her best friend.

“No, no, no! It's okay. Yeah, I don't like eel much either.”, reassures Hiccup the dragons, and the eel gets thrown in a random direction away from them.

Satisfied the two dragons begin again to eat.

Both best friends nod at each other.

They planned that Leandra should have the attention of the dragons on herself, while Hiccup tries to put the tailfin on Toothless.

“Eat up, you big cuties. Yes, that’s good. We only want the good stuff, right, right?”, Leandra cooes at them. “Yummy, yummy, fish for the two most beautiful dragons in the world. Yes, who is the best girl and best boy? It’s you two!”

Hiccup straps the prosthetic fin in place. The dragon tenses, slowly spreading his wings. The boy cinches the straps.

“There. Not too bad. It works.”, mumbles Hiccup pleased.

That’s when Toothless bolts!

Not only Hiccup is surprised and scarred a second later since he hangs for dear life on Toothless’s tail, but also Starchaser and Leandra watch the boys flying around the cave with big eyes.

“What the heck?”, shrieks Leandra.

This was so not the plan.

Starchaser grumbles, she seems to agree with her.

The little fly of the due stops as fast as it started and they land in the water.

While the females winces, Hiccup celebrates happily. Toothless shakes himself dry and wonders what had happen.

“Okay how about this one?”, asks Leandra and holding another ointment under Toothless and Starchaser’s nose.

It is a while later, still too earlier for Dragon Training and Leandra’s job. Hiccup is trying to dry himself in the morning sun, in the meantime, Leandra is trying with the Night Furries’ help to see which ointment could work for Toothless.

Till now, they reacted with disgust, growls, and hiccups at her ointments.

She hoped this one is a winner.

It isn’t since both let out big dragon sneezes.

Leandra signs sadly.

Only one ointment is left.

Starchaser sensing the distress from the girl she took a liking purrs at her and nuzzles her cheek. Even Toothless joins in.

“Aww, thank you two. You both are precious, you know that?”

Both Night Furries purr happily.

Hiccup can’t help but smile softly at the scene. It’s really adorable seeing Leandra interact with their dragon friends.

Also, her tanned skin and black hair seem to formally glow in the morning sun.

The boy frowns at his thoughts and shakes his head.

Why is he thinking about such things? That’s his best friend, it’s weird.

Besides, he likes Astrid. He always had.

“All right, last one.”, say’s Leandra and holds it out. “How about this?”

Again the dragons sniff at the ointment and this time…they only purr. They like the smell. It is really comforting and clean.

Leandra smiles.

“Then we have a winner! Okay, Toothless let’s try this out.”

And so Leandra smears the ointment on Toothless missing tail.

After waiting for a bit it seems to have no negativ effects on him.

Grinning Leandra turns to Hiccup and he gives her a thump up.

Together they are a step closer in helping Toothless to fly again.

The Night Furry won!

Give a warm welcome to our golden-eyed girl Starchaser, Toothless mate!

You know what that means ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Can you guess it? :D

#how to train your dragon #httyd fanfiction #httyd 1 #hiccup haddock #toothless #ocs #astrid #tuffnut #ruffnut #fishlegs #snotlout #stoick the vast #gobber the belch #HTTYD FF: Lionheart #HTTYD FF: To Belong

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bdbdhdjdhdh · 2 years ago

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My Hero PSLE: S3E12 "To where and back again"

"Our dough's so fresh Will Smith gets jealous!"

-Some random pizza store

So now it was supposed to be time for the big battle! Yayyy!

Only Kiefer wants to use the Deadly Sins to play chess with the dragon thing! Noooo!

He summoned a table and two chairs, sat down, and then transformed the Deadly Sins into chess pieces.

"Oh look at that," Captain Obvious said. "We're missing one piece," The king. They're missing the most important piece, the king.

So Kiefer decided to summon one himself with his own blood. Eh whatever.

And then dragon thing manifested a human form, sat down and prepared his own magical chess pieces too to start playing.

And then Xiao Ming and entire squad was just sitting there watching Kiefer's and dragon things' passive-aggresive roasting be like:

K: "You should know that the reason I decided to wage war on you... pawn to E4.

D: "...btw, my name is Izanami, pawn to D5."

K: "So you do know why we're waging war on you. Pawn to C4."

I: "Pawn to C6. Can I say, why are you playing this game instead of just killing me? Hmm? Oh, I do wonder..."

K: "Oh? Isn't there meant to be some kind of hidden power in the Deadly Sins? Knight to F3."

I: "Well, yes, but...why play this game? Knight to F6."

K: "Because I need to win this in order to unlock the power, don't I? Knight to C3."

I: "...Pawn to E6."

K: "Oh? Why so quiet now? Well, if you're at a loss for words, let's talk about...why you destroyed the furry village then! Bishop to G5."

I: "I didn't destroy it, someone used the power of the Deadly Sins to force me to! Pawn to H6."

K: "Yes yes yes whatever, whatever helps you sleep at night. Bishop to H4."

I: "And what do you want me to say? Pawn to C4."

K: *with a creepy stalker smile on his face*: Pawn to E4."

And then Xiao Ming and squad fell asleep watching their boring chess game and passive aggresive roasting. Until-

I: "Knight to E6. CHECKMATE."

Oh fu-

HE'S GONNA UNLOCK THE HIDDEN POWER OF THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS NOW AND KILL US ALLLLLL! NOOOOO

"Those of noble and exalted Exuvian identity such as myself and the young gentleman over there should be the sole rulers of all land, not patethic filthy disgusting half-blood creations like you!"

But heng ah. When Kiefer realised he was being checkmated liao, he quickly take the Deadly Sins, transform them back into black diamonds, and then forced it into a visible portal (because clearly he doesn't have enough power to close the portal yet)

"HAHAHAHAHHA! Oh, it's cute that you think that CAN STOP ME!"

And then Izanami immediately rushed forward to where the portal was and tried to steal the seven Deadly Sins from him.

But of course Kiefer also try to run away. And also the others tried to slow or kill Izanami.

Freya rushed forward and directed her sword at him. Then he threw a magically charged shot at her. Then Xiao Hua tried to deflect it back to him, but it just ended up creating another portal to end up hitting him, Grandmaster, Xiao Kang, Zhi Hua, Aniya, and the furry pheonix and lion and fox. Wah it hit and took out a lot of people sia.

"FUCK U LAH! CHAO CIBAI!" Zhi Hua screamed at Xiao Hua.

"Sorry..."

Six charged up his lightning sword with dark energy and swirled it with water, wind and ice energy too. Wah never knew he could wield so many elements sia. I guess water is stormy weather, wind is tornados, and ice is blizzard? Idk

Anyway then he did manage to hit Izanami with his super-electro-charged lightning bolt but then all it did to him was just like: PEW! *has a mild 5 second seizure* "Oh I'm sorry you were saying?"

Whoops. Then Juqla and Tempest tried to be big brain and shoot him from afar with a bow and gun respectively I guess lmao.

But then of course it didn't work. He just like grabbed the arrow and bullet and just flung it back at them like PEW! *grabs the bullet mid-flight and then flings it back*

And then he went ahead and killed more people.

So basically everyone except Xiao Ming is half-dead. Well that's not good.

So of course it's up to Xiao Ming to save the day. Ya'll pussies can't do one simple thing without needing Xiao Ming to co-

So anyway he swooped in, drew his sword, and...got hit by a volt of magic before he can even start properly fighting yet.

And then Izanami took his sword and continously stabbed him (per se New York man who gets stabbed every 52 seconds)

And then after he was done having fun stabbing Xiao Ming he used Xiao Ming's blood and paralysed Kiefer and stopped him however far he had run.

"Finally," Izanami said as he slowly walked over to Kiefer, sneering at him as he passed him by, "All that trouble just for seven black stones. Haiya, ya'll all so mafan one leh,"

Then he reached forward to the portal and used his divine elemental power, and forced the Deadly Sins out of the portal.

But wait-why the hell did that hurt for him?

"Oh and by the way, I should tell you one last thing before you ascend to godhood and all or idk," said Xiao Ming half-dead at some random corner.

"WHAT THE HELL IS IT?" Izanami was getting impatient now.

"All that you've seen, is but an illusion."

WAIT-

XIAO MING! HIS BASE POWER AS A TURBIDUS! DREAMWALKING AND CREATING ILLUSIONS IN OTHER PEOPLE'S MINDS AND DREAMS! HOLY SHIT-

"Wait huh-" Izanami questioned, then almost immediately his entire surroundings began to melt away and reveal his real surroundings.

And it also revealed what he really pulled out and why it had hurt-his Exuvian Anodyne.

Well, what Xiao Ming had read from Izanami's memories was that that was the core strength of every Exuvia, and grants them divine power far stronger than their already powerful selves. But the only way to take it was if the Exuvia gave it up themselves or another stronger more powerful Exuvia were to take it with their powers (which Xiao Ming clearly isn't).

So essentially Xiao Ming and gang just tricked him into forcing it out himself. The source of all his power, man. The source of all his power. The source of all an Exuvia's power. Man.

And then before Izanami had time to react, he felt his stomach get pierced by something extremely sharp from behind. Must have been a sword of some kind-it's always the swords.

*camera pans to the right* Reveals Izanami's shocked face accompanied by-while holding his sword used to stab Izanami in place, Xiao Ming's smug as fuck face.

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handy-dandy-monster-candy · 4 years ago

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Magnolio, part Two

Rating: SFW Length: 1840 Pairing: Cursed Male Werewolf x GN Reader

The second half of my commission for my dearest Ana.

xxx

When you wake up the next morning, it’s with a headache borne of too little sleep. You groan and drag yourself out of bed, shambling to the bathroom and going through your morning routines. You’re halfway through brushing your teeth when you hear singing coming from inside your house, and you nearly have a heart attack before you remember your strange experiences the night before. Was that not just a dream?

You peer out of your bathroom with your toothbrush in hand, then creep out into the hallway and decide to investigate in the direction the sounds are coming from. As you get closer, you hear what sounds like someone cooking breakfast, though they’re nowhere near your kitchen. Instead, they’re coming from the sofa in front of the tv, where you’d placed the mirror the night before and set the tv onto the Discovery channel. When you come around the sofa to stand in front of it, you see Magnolio cooking over a rustic wood stove in his mirror world, shimmying a cast iron pan over the fire and singing in what you can only assume is Italian as he works.

“Good morning,” you say after a moment, sitting on the coffee table in front of the tv.

Magnolio startles but recovers quickly, beaming at you from his kitchen and carefully plating up what looks like a hefty serving of thick-cut bacon. “Buongiorno!” he calls back, bringing his plate of food over to where his mirror rests—his dining table, from the looks of it. “Did you sleep well?”

“Not really,” you reply, putting your toothbrush in your mouth and getting up to take his mirror to the kitchen. “I was awake pretty late last night talking to you. I thought it was a dream, but I guess you’re as real as it gets.”

“I’m afraid so,” Magnolio replies with a sigh, sitting down with a roll of crusty bread and breaking it open. He watches you curiously as you brush your teeth at the kitchen sink, then follows you with his eyes as you bustle around getting food together to eat. “What’s that?” “Cereal,” you say, pouring milk into your bowl and sitting at the counter to eat.

“Is that all you’re eating?” Magnolio asks, frowning at you over his plate of meat and eggs. You wave your spoon at him as though gesturing grandly with a royal sceptre. “Depression fare, my glassy friend.”

Magnolio looks stricken. “There’s a recession?”

“What? No. I’m depressed,” you say, crossing your legs beneath yourself on the counter. “My brain doesn’t produce the right chemicals to keep me happy and capable of things like, y’know, cooking and shit. The most I do is use the microwave to heat up burritos.”

“That won’t do,” Magnolio murmurs, frown returning in full before his face clears into a smile. “Once I’m free, I will cook for you. My ancestors would come back to haunt me if I left someone hungry.”

“You don’t have to,” you reply, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. “I know how to cook, I just… don’t.”

“All the more reason for me to do it for you. It costs me nothing at all. I would be happy to do it for the rest of my life, if it made your life better.”

“Well, thanks, I guess,” you mutter, keeping your eyes on your cereal so you don’t have to look up into Magnolio’s sunny brown eyes. This is so weird.

You leave Magnolio in front of the tv again when you head off to work, but you find it hard to focus once you’re there. Even coffee doesn’t seem to help you as much as it usually does, and as you do inventory, you can’t help but wonder if the man is doing alright with nothing but re-runs of Deadliest Catch for company. You have to admit that it’s nice to have something to look forward to at the end of the day, and catching up with Magnolio becomes that for you. You begin putting together playlists of documentaries after he decides he prefers the History channel, and you listen to him babble about what he learned that day as you go about your chores at home, smiling to yourself as you play video games with him beside you. He tells you stories from Sicily and Austria and France, and he even begins to teach you Italian when you ask him to—a request which delights him.

You look into therapists and consider medication after Magnolio initiates a long talk over your dinner of cold nachos and root beer for the second night in a row. You know you haven’t been taking care of yourself, and you tell yourself that you don’t care, until Magnolio looks at you with tears in his eyes and a plea on his lips. You sit together and create a grocery list of healthy foods for you to buy on your next shopping trip, and you hesitantly begin to try new recipes with Magnolio’s enthusiastic support—nothing too wild, but good enough that you start to feel better about what you’re putting into your body.

The days and nights go by in a blur of constant chatter between the two of you, from early in the morning until late into the night. You never thought yourself much of a talker, but you never seem to run out of things to talk about with Magnolio, and he’s always happy to speak with you even when you both would be better off getting rest. Eventually, the day of the full moon rolls around, and when you put your keys on the hook by the door after a stressful day at work, you find that you want nothing more than to see Magnolio’s face. You can hear the tv droning on in the living room, but you don’t hear Magnolio’s usual cheerful greeting when you close the door behind you.

The mirror is empty.

“Magnolio?” you call, confusion giving way to concern when there’s no response. “Maggie? Where are you? Answer me, please.”

You hear what sounds like the whine of a dog, and you’re confused all over again until a dark shape appears in the mirror. Staring back at you is the face of a wolf, but stranger—more angular in places and rounder in others. It’s also huge, taking up a good portion of the bottom of the mirror from where it’s peering at you as if you might slap it right on the snout at any moment.

You blink. Rub your eyes. Blink again, then plop down on the coffee table in front of the mirror with a rattle of the glass on wood beneath you. “You’re a fucking werewolf?”

“I didn’t want to tell you,” Magnolio moans, his voice laced with that canine whine that tugs at your heartstrings. “I thought you would get rid of me if you knew.”

“You trusted me with ‘man in the mirror’ but not ‘werewolf’?” you waspishly reply, struggling to keep your temper out of your tone.

“You never asked why the villagers wanted me dead,” Magnolio points out, ears drooping down and back. “I was going to tell you tonight, but you came home later than usual.”

“There was overtime at work—fuck, who cares about that, you’re a werewolf. How am I supposed to get you out of the mirror now?”

Magnolio’s ears flicker back up. “You still want to free me from the mirror?”

“Well, yeah, unless you plan on eating me.”

Down again, this time flat against his head as his amber eyes narrowed. “I would never! Humans taste ghastly, let alone the weight on my conscience.”

You snort. “Oh, the weight on your conscience. Nice to know I don’t look like a pork chop.”

“Oh! Did you know? I learned today, humans are referred to as ‘long pork’ among cannibals, because they allegedly taste like—“

“Don’t finish that sentence. I’m still supposed to kiss that mouth.”

Magnolio fidgets in place, clawed hands coming up to groom the dense fur at his neck in a way that you can only assume is self-soothing. “You would still have to do it under the light of the moon.”

You purse your lips at this predicament, getting up to take him with you into the kitchen. You ponder as you pull a container of leftovers out of your freezer, tossing it into the microwave and pacing in your kitchen. “There’s the window in the living room, but I don’t trust that someone won’t just straight up walk in on me making out with a werewolf and call the cops.”

“What is ‘making out’?”

“Not important. The only other window that can get good moonlight is upstairs in my bedroom. We’ll have to do it there.”

“I’ve never been in your bedroom,” Magnolio comments thoughtfully, finding his pendant in the ruff of his neck and toying with it between two fingertips. “Yeah, well, prepare to be underwhelmed,” you mutter, shrugging out of your uniform jacket and tossing it over the back of the nearest chair. Once the microwave beeps, you try to take your time eating, prolonging the inevitable as your nerves fray. It all seems so sudden, now, though you know you’ve had weeks to prepare. Once you’re done, you do the dishes and then haul Magnolio upstairs into your bedroom, where you prop him up against your dresser.

Magnolio looks around curiously, taking in the rumpled sheets on your bed, the clothing on your “floordrobe”, the cups on your nightstand. “It’s bigger than I thought it would be,” is all that he murmurs, and for that, you’re grateful.

“Second only to the living room,” you say, sighing softly and frowning when you catch a whiff of your breath. You stand up and hurry out of your bedroom, barely hearing Magnolio call out behind you.

“Where are you going?”

“To brush my teeth!” you shout back, turning on your bathroom faucet. “My breath smells like calamari!”

Magnolio’s laughter brings a smile to your face. You brush your teeth twice and dig out some mouthwash for good measure, and only then do you return to your bedroom to kneel in front of Magnolio’s mirror. Moonlight makes the silver decorations gleam as you look into each others’ eyes, and when you lean in, Magnolio moves to meet your lips. You feel a tingle and a snap as though zapped by a static shock, and in the next moment, you have your arms full of a very big werewolf.

“I’m out!” gasps Magnolio, touching the floor of your bedroom with something approaching reverence as his tail wiggles behind him.

“You’re out!” you laugh, helplessly cupping his big, furry face in your hands. “Welcome back, Mags.”

Magnolio beams, baring all of his sharp teeth before he presses his lips to yours again. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” he says when he draws away, tail stilling. “You probably don’t feel the same way. I shouldn’t have—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you tell him, and kiss him until his tail beats against the floor.

#exophilia #exophilia fic #monster romance #monster boyfriend #werewolf boyfriend #werewolf #werewolves #Magnolio #My work

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years ago

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Rough Night

Bucky Barnes x (f)werewolf reader

Summary: Your life is already so weird, thankfully Bucky loves you through it all.

Warning: fluff, reader being a sass master w/ no filter

side note: couldn’t think of any cool avenger powers and then brain went werewolf so here we are

Masterlist

If you had a dollar for every time you’d ended up in the woods with ripped clothes and no shoes, well, let’s just say you could probably afford a real nice two bedroom apartment in some real pleasantly fancy building with a great view and all. Too bad green doesn’t just rain down from the sky every time the full moon comes round to knock you back into another world of blurry confusion.

You won’t lie to yourself, being what you are is strange and not very common in the slightest, obviously. It’s even weirder that you weren’t bitten one night and turned just like that, oh no, all passed down through the bloodline of other strange relatives. So you’re gifted with the curse, forced to inevitably change into a furry beast every single full moon, so what you’re still a mostly pleasant individual.

Well luckily for you, being born with the gift does happen to have its perks which do come in handy. For instance, you’re incredibly strong, quick on your feet, and have heightened senses, plus the ability to shift on command. It’s not all bad, well......most of the time.

Honestly you truly thought life couldn’t get much stranger for you and your whole hidden secretive situation, until low and behold some random red head found your little hideaway in a remote mountain side village far off in the Himalayas.

Everything was completely fine and under control and then BAM, she showed up with some important documents and something called an Avengers initiative and well shit, guess some time spent with the real world couldn’t hurt. I mean come on, some more friends seemed like a nice idea and uh, somehow they knew who you were so too late to run and hide.

Also at the time, considering you lived like a recluse on the edge of the village and of course for good reason, but damn if the red head didn’t just hand you an open invitation for some real adventure. Who were you to say no?

Fortunately for you, all seemed to go in your favor and fantastically enough, they had a nice big strong cell for you on nights when the wolf was inevitably bound to come out. A fridge full of plentiful snacks, a training room to lay off some steam, and a big safe and secure room all your own. It was perfect. Only problem was, there happened to be a very attractive and very wary of you super soldier who undoubtedly caught your attention.

How could you not, he smelled divine, muscles for days, thick thighs that could make a girl swoon, and he just seemed like the best goddamn hugger alive. Okay listen, maybe you were touch starved and deprived of human affection but dammit if your little monster heart didn’t skip a beat every time he was near you.

And yes, the few months it took to get him to crack was just down right torturous. But with some coaxing from Steve and encouragement from Sam, the winter soldier at long last did talk to you. Turned out he thought you were scared of him all along, how hilariously ironic you thought when he told you that.

But as time progressed and you both opened up more and more, a blossoming relationship sprouted forth, eventually evolving and manifesting into a big beautiful flower called love. Cheesy yes, but you couldn’t have dreamed of anything better.

And seriously, he wasn’t freaked out about your whole hidden hush hush secretive gift that usually either goes in your favor or ends up causing you major legal trouble. The man himself, Bucky Barnes, thought you were a marvel to behold, so odd and fantastic that he couldn’t stay away even if he tried.

And for that you could love him forever, especially now after a full moon while you’re out in the middle of nowhere. Hoping that the team will send your hundred year old boyfriend out to find you in the brisk dark morning after a grand unrememberable adventure. Which would be very nice of course, considering you have not a damn clue what you’ve done.....or where you are.

Cracking your back, you stretch your hands up to the dawning sky as a tired yawn escapes you. It’s been a long night and you look like a wild woman with your hear a fluffy nest and your clothes ripped in various unrevealing places thankfully.

Your surroundings are simply trees and small scraggly bushes, green grass underneath your bare feet and a small stream flowing in the near distance. With a second to listen, you can hear a highway a couple miles away to the east, guess that’s a start.

Rubbing your eyes you set out in that direction for about twenty minutes before a blue and gold Mercedes comes into view from the side of a country back road, it stops when you guess the driver spotted you from the tree line. Keeping a wary eye on the fancy sports car, you keep walking towards it until a figure gets out and leans against the passengers side door all cool and casual, then on further inspection you realize the driver is Bucky.

Yes! My knight in shining armor is here!

Trudging through the grassy field in the dewy morning light, he watches your every move, eyes crinkling in amusement as you come to stand a couple feet in front of him. Undoubtedly looking a bit wild, and very tired as you fold your arms underneath each other, giving your dark haired lover a shy almost fangy smile.

“I know I look like a hot mess.” You mutter with a shrug, biting your lip as you dart your eyes to the fields behind him, slightly embarrassed of the current disheveled state you’re in.

Bucky smirks before pushing himself off the car and engulfing you into a big Bucky bear hug to your pleasant surprise, “Y/N I’m just glad you’re okay and nothing bad happened to you.” He mumbles into your shoulder as you press yourself closer to him, letting yourself have this wonderful moment to relax and feel at ease.

Slowly pulling back to look up at him, you smile, “Aww Buck you were worried about me?”

He returns the grin, leaning down to press his head flush against yours, “We all were, me more then anyone else of course...and maybe for the general civilians nearby.”

You laugh nervously, “Oh right, yeah. Well hey, I didn’t destroy anyone's car this time. I think I’ve made progress.”

He pauses for a brief moment indicating he’s not sure if he should tell you something and this does make you nervous before Bucky finally lets out a little laugh, “You ate a whole cow Y/N.”

Snorting in surprise you quickly pull your head from Bucky’s, “What? Did I? Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Yeah, uh I wish.” He admits with a casual reassuring squeeze to your arm, “We tracked you with Sam’s suit tech, yunno Red Wing, and uh....you seemed to be having fun.”

Mentally and just about physically cringing at yourself, you purse your lips together in slight embarrassment, “Shit. Was it gross?” You ask, making a face that causes him to chuckle.

“A little.” Adds Bucky with another casual shrug to make you feel less terrible.

“Is the farmer going to see everything, I mean shit they’re gonna be so pissed.” You worry, biting your lip anxiously as you break eye contact from him. “Why am I like this.”

“Uh, that’s not going to be a problem.” Inquires Bucky causing you to find his blue eyes once again.

Eying him up suspiciously you raise a brow, “And why’s that.....Bucky what did I do?”

Taking a breath he gives you a small apprehensive smile, “Y/N...you uh, kind of ate......everything.”

“I what?” I did not! No way, right?

Giving you a quick kiss on the cheek he smiles affectionately, “I’m going to be honest with you here it looked like a kid with a piece of cake who has no impulse control, and loves cake....like a lot.....Rodney almost puked.”

Rolling your eyes you fake glare at him, “Oh god who all watched my little horror show?”

“Mostly everyone.”

“Jesus.”

“It’s like a car crash Y/N, we don’t want to watch but we can’t look away. Sorry doll.” He confesses apprehensively, though honest and sincere knowing you do feel bad for what you do when out of it.

“No.” You say honestly, pausing for a moment, “It’s fine. Seriously Buck, I’m just relieved you guys keep taps on me while I’m out, god knows I can’t help what I do and where I go. It’s nice to have people making sure I don’t injure any innocent bystander.”

“Yeah I guess so huh...alright Y/N/N,” Chirps Bucky with a beaming grin as he attempts to shift the mood to a less dull one, “let’s get out of here, I mean unless you want to sniff around the place for awhile...it is a nice forest over there and all but I guess we can stay and I’ll let you...”

“Alright Barnes, can-it or maybe I’ll bite you.” You tease with a playful squeeze of his bicep before breaking out of his strong grasp.

“Depends on the context maybe I’d enjoy it.” Adds Bucky sarcastically, side eying you with a half smile as you move to open the car door.

Shaking your head in playful disapproval you lightly shove him aside, “Believe me you wouldn’t.”

——

The ride back to the Avengers base or headquarters or facility, who the hell knows at this point, was actually quite smooth and peaceful. Then again you fell asleep as soon as Bucky made it onto the highway, and continued to catch a much needed nap for the next hour ride home.

No one ever said you were easy alright, but let’s be real, Bucky would let you put him through anything and he’d be happy about it.

After parking and walking down the sidewalk past some early morning trainees catching a run, the two of you made it into the Avengers official HQ where all your rooms and other luxury’s are located. But of course not before walking past the facilities giant living space and huge kitchen.

Just keep looking forward, keep walking, walk faster you idiot!

“Y/N!” Shouts Sam in that stupidly peppy obnoxious early morning voice of his, no doubt gaining the attentions of Steve and Natasha who are seated at the kitchens bar talking about some mission report.

Pausing in the large doorway that’s not giving you or Bucky a whole lot of hiding space, you take a deep breath before turning to acknowledge him, “You’d think people would be sleeping considering it’s only six in the morning.”

Chuckling, Sam raises his protein shake, “Weird,” He says while giving you a knowing smirk, “we missed you during training this morning.”

Nat and Steve conceal their amusement as you simply roll your eyes, “Yeah well it was a long night.” You mutter unenthusiastically, earning the tiniest laugh from Bucky which causes you to throw him a glare. Knocking that smile right off of his handsome stubbly face.

“Well we got all these shakes here if you two love birds want one. Hate to have em go to waste.” Adds the smiling man with a nod, if he doesn’t just love seeing you looking like shit. No Sam I do not accept this invitation for you to tell me how crazy I look.

Sam means well of course, but damn he loves teasing you in front of Bucky for a fun reaction out of him. And it’s kind of working, but not on Bucky.

“It’s fine Y/N, you don’t have to have one if you don’t want to.” Calls Natasha before taking a sip from her mug. “Just ignore Sam, he’s been annoying since the gym.”

Before Sam’s even able to speak you quickly narrow your eyes at him, holding up a finger before making hasty steps across the room. Stopping right in front of him, “Give it.” You deadpan.

Brows raised in surprise he glances from a confused Bucky, then back to you again, “Listen I only made so much, Y/N this is my breakfast okay you can’t just...”

Ignoring his rushed rambling you pull out the whole glass blender full of protein shake before taking a step back as the whole room goes quiet, then never breaking eye contact you heartily drink up the whole entirety of its cold contents without missing a beat. Yeah, definitely needed that.

After you’re finished you lick your lips in satisfaction, taking a step closer towards a speechless Sam as you set the blender back in its place. Giving him a satisfied smirk before walking back over to Bucky where you tug on his jacket to follow you down the hall and away from everyone else.

Sometimes you can’t help but be a little dramatic.

——

Laying sprawled out on yours and Bucky’s giant mattress, you stare up at the ceiling as he folds your clean and freshly scented laundry, your mind swirling with thoughts of what duties you have to be apart of today. Blah, work.

Sighing gently you glance at Bucky to see if he heard you, not getting anything from him you sigh again with more grandeur this time. Nothing. Rolling your eyes you suck in a deep breath before practically soft yelling out your exhale like the dramatic little beast you are.

Glancing over to Bucky, you watch as he turns around to put some of your pants away in a drawer. Okay then, that’s how it’s gonna be. Quickly sitting up, you smirk a devilish grin before silently reaching over to pick up a small pillow, once in hand you don’t think twice before launching it at full speed directly headed for the back of his head.

But before your decently soft projectile can smack his precious flowing locks does a metal arm swiftly reach up to catch it mid flight. Oh, shit. Bucky’s head turns to you, brow raised at you before tucking the pillow underneath his arm, and going back to his usual domestic duties for the day.

Okay, killer of fun Mr. James Buchanan Barnes.

Frustrated from lack of a reaction out of him, you stand up on the bed like a warrior about to give a great battle cry. Eyeing his cute butt up for a moment, you smirk once again before launching a sneak attack pillow right for his head. It sails magnificently across the room before a metal hand stops it in its place.

Well, shit.

This time he gives you a proper look, full of mischief and a new profound playfulness that sends an excited thrill throughout your entire being. As fast as one of Thor’s lightening bolts does the pillow soar in your direction, but conveniently for you he’s forgotten just how quick you can really be. This is just what you wanted.

Dodging to the left you watch in almost slow motion as the fluffy cloth just misses your face, instead opting to smack against the back wall with a loud thud. Snapping your attention back to Bucky he narrows his blue eyes at you suspiciously while you let out an admittedly scary villainous chuckle.

Let’s party my love.

He hands you a smirk right before shifting his body to the right, arm cocked back and thrust forward just as quickly, launching his second pillow attack without an ounce of mercy. You see it coming a mile away and as graceful as a dancer do you flip off the bed, landing perfectly on the carpeted floor just as the pillow smacks hard against the door. Thwack!

Slowly standing, eyeing him up like a lioness to her prey, you give him a satisfied smile, “Missed.” You tease.

Letting out a breathy laugh, Bucky takes a cautious step in your direction as he tests the waters, “Y/N what are you doing?”

“Getting your attention you ass.”

Chuckling he takes another step forward, “Was I ignoring you?” Duh, that’s why I, oh wait he’s playing you.

“Well you certainly weren’t doing anything interesting.” You sass as he steps again closer, this time about an arms length away.

The corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement, “Okay that’s fair, but was the pillow really necessary?” He asks, though his tone is still humorous.

Not falling for his alluring charm you tilt your head to the side, a knowing smile breaking out across your face as he tries to register what your true intentions are. “Yes, and so is this.” You quip before dropping to the floor for a side sweep of his legs, in an instant he’s on the ground and looking wide eyed up at you.

God he looks beautiful. No, focus.

“Y/N!” He whines breathlessly, brows furrowed as he holds himself up by his elbows, “Now you’re gonna get it!”

Taking a quick step back you snort, “Oh really now?”

And he’s fallen for the plan.

“Yes, and when I get you, you won’t be laughing anymore.” He grumbles, trying to keep himself from laughing as well.

“Alright then hot stuff try and bring me down.” You snap back playfully as he rises to his feet, “First one pinned has to run with Sam later, and we both know how much fun he is to run with.”

Bringing his arms up into a defensive position he readies himself for an attack, “Yeah, I’d rather not be his jogging buddy today. I mean it is raining outside, but I know you’d look real nice after a wet run.” Teases Bucky with a smirk.

“Touché you smartass.” His lips twitch into a grin as you ready your own stance. “Now let’s dance.”

#bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes x y/n #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x y/n #the winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes #marvel imagine #marvel x y/n #marvel x reader #marvel x you #The Avengers #the avengers imagine #avengers x fem!reader #avengers x you

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sokkascroptop · 4 years ago

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traitor. (sokka x f!reader) pt 14

part 1 | part 13 | part 15

A/N: Just a warning, if you all hop in my asks saying Y/N x Katara Rights!! i’ll cut you :) so this chapter is kind of a filler and was so hard to write?? but it’s needed because of literally one part and you’ll know what it is when you read it. Also, Katara and Y/N separately have One Brain Cell that serves as impulse control but when they’re together they cancel out and they would rather die than think.

Y/N couldn’t sleep that night. They had all decided to turn in early since Sokka wanted them up at the crack of dawn, but Y/N couldn’t stop tossing and turning, thinking about the little village on the water down below them that was suffering so much. Suffering because of her nation. Their nation. Katara was right, she felt cold and heartless doing nothing, but Y/N wasn’t sure of what she even could do for them.

Seeing the rundown fishing village was the worst part of their journey so far. Y/N had never imagined in her wildest dreams that there were Fire Nation citizens living in such poverty. At home, in Capital City, a pretty picture was painted of all the towns in their nation, even towns like this one, where steel mills were built to provide their armies with weapons; actually, especially these towns.

“Look at this place. We have to do something!” Katara said as soon as they stepped onto one of the docks.

Sokka stopped in his tracks. “Uh no, we can’t waste our time here. We have a bigger mission we need to focus on. These people are on their own.” He waved his hands, signifying the end of the discussion.

However, Katara was just getting started. Aang and Y/N shared an uncomfy look as the two Water Tribe siblings began arguing. “These people are starving, but you’d turn your back on them? How could you be so cold and heartless?”

“I’m not turning my back!” Sokka said defensively. “I’m just being realistic. We can’t go around helping every rinky-dink town we wander into. We’ll be helping them all by taking out the Fire Lord.”

“Hey, Loudmouth!” Toph smacked a hand over Sokka’s lips. “Maybe we should be a little quieter when we talk about ‘taking out the Fire Lord’.”

“Katara, be reasonable about this,” Sokka said quietly. “Y/N gets it.”

At the sound of her name, Y/N looked up from where she was dragging her sandal between the slats of wood, trying to become invisible. Katara and Sokka both looked at her expectantly. “Katara, I’m sorry but I think Sokka is right.” She frowned at her own words. “The mission needs to come first. It will help everyone in the long run.”

“Let’s just get what we need and go.” Aang tried to sound upbeat but everyone knew he was just trying to defuse any more arguments.

Sokka laid out his schedule across their campsite right over Y/N’s lap. As Toph, Aang and Katara bent mud out of the river’s water and boiled it to drink, Sokka and Y/N peered over the paper. She couldn’t read any of Sokka’s messy handwriting but she was able to get the gist of things with the copious color coding. Sokka was crouching over her shoulder mumbling to himself.

She turned to him. “Does it ever stop?” She asked.

Sokka grunted, “Huh?” he continued to look over the schedule, tracing the lines with a finger.

“That little hamster-weasel running on the wheel that powers that brain of yours. Does he ever stop?”

Sokka narrowed his eyes and stood up, completely ignoring her which made her giggle. “Because we spent the whole day here, we’re going to have to wake up every morning forty-three minutes earlier to make it to the Fire Lord in time for the invasion.”

“Forty-three minutes,” Katara deadpanned.

“Well I’m not waking up early,” Toph said, lying back on the dirt.

Y/N reached up and yanked on the hem of Sokka’s tunic until he paid her attention. “Yeah, me either, bud. I don’t get up before that sun rises.”

“Then we’re just going to have to take potty breaks with food breaks.”

There was a chorus of, “ewww” from the rest of the group but Sokka looked unperturbed. “It’s efficient!! It doesn’t matter, we have to leave first thing in the morning.” Sokka rolled up his schedule and stomped off to his sleeping bag leaving the four of them to wonder how he became the one in charge.

---

Y/N sighed and turned over for what seemed like the fiftieth time that night. She grimaced as her shoulder rolled right onto her hair, yanking it painfully from her scalp. She sat up pulling her hair around to the front. She’d never thought much about it before, always putting it in a braid to keep it out of her face while sparring. Now that she was walking around the Fire Nation with it down all the time to hide her identity, she was much more aware of it. She couldn’t remember the last time it was cut, it was as long as Katara’s and the humidity had made it wavy. It was heavy and thick and always made her hot when the sun was shining.

She ran her fingers through it a couple times, pulling at some tangles (that was another downside to it being down all the time) then slid out of her sleeping bag. She padded quietly barefooted past Toph, who was next to her and walked in the direction of the village. She climbed a little hill and sat with her knees pulled up in the grass overlooking the small water town. Thick black smoke billowed from the towers, even though it was well into the night.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Y/N jumped at the sudden voice but settled as Katara sat next to her, pressing their arms together. “Sorry.”

“I see that you couldn’t either.”

“Every time I close my eyes I see those villagers,” Katara mused.

“Me too.”

“Oh?” She raised her eyebrows. “I thought you agreed with Sokka on leaving them to deal with everything on their own.”

“I was wrong,” Y/N admitted. “I think I wanted to ignore what was happening because I didn’t want to believe that my nation would let this happen, but it’s right in front of my eyes. They let these people down. I want to help in some way.”

“Do you have a plan?” Katara was smiling now.

Y/N smirked. She hadn’t known the girl for long, but it was like their minds had already melded. “Kind of. But I think I need the help of a really powerful waterbender.”

---

“My mom used to tell me stories about the spirits,” Y/N used her thumb to wipe a line of red paint down Katara’s chin. They were sitting on the edge of the bank near the muddy water. The tiny village was across from them, quiet for the night. “There was one that was my favorite and she was called The Painted Lady. Close your eyes–” Y/N wiped the red paint over Katara’s eyelids and made curling lines over cheekbones. “–she was a river spirit. It’s the best persona you could have for where we are. If anyone sees you they’re going to think that’s who you are.” She wiped the leftover paint on her skirt.

Katara donned the wide brimmed hat they had found and Y/N helped her position the lace netting around her face. Y/N pulled the hood of her black cloak up and she hopped in one of the canoes. She crouched down on the bench as Katara created a mist to hide the boat and began to bend the water around them and push them towards the factory.

It took most of the night to distribute the food they had stolen. The boat was only so big and two trips had to be made to get enough which made it all more risky but both of the girls knew that it would all be worth it in the end. When they reached the shore Y/N collapsed with fatigue on the sand while Katara washed the paint off with clean water.

Katara sat down heavily next to her. She sighed but she was clearly pleased with what they had done.

“Katara… I need your help with something.”

---

“Are you sure you want to cut it all off?”

Katara hovered over Y/N’s shoulder holding the blade Y/N had stolen from Sokka’s bag when she stole his cloak. Slowly, she reached out and touched a few strands of hair at Y/N’s back.

Y/N nodded. “Right here.” She pointed to her shoulder. She stared straight ahead into the water as she spoke, not trusting herself to look back at her friend. “Hair is our honor. I know it’s silly, it feels so stupid to be so attached to something so insignificant like hair, but I just couldn’t do it before. I think I still believed in the back of my mind that I could go back; that I could be accepted back. But, not anymore. And I don’t think I want to. Not until it’s some place I can be proud of again. I cannot have honor in a nation I don’t even find honorable. I need redemption for myself. I need to prove to myself that I am not like them anymore. And step one is cutting all ties,”–Y/N took a deep breath–”so get to cutting.”

---

The next morning, Y/N woke to shouting. Before she was able to even see clearly she had jumped to her feet and grabbed her sword. Only then did she realize it was Sokka yelling.

“What’s going on you guys?” Y/N rubbed her sleep bleary eyes. Katara and her had walked back with the sun on the horizon. Neither one of them could have gotten more than an hour of sleep.

“Appa’s sick! It’s awful!” Sokka wailed.

Y/N reached over and patted the sky bison on the snout. He gave a large groan as if to emphasize he wasn’t feeling well. “Aw, poor guy.”

“I didn’t know you cared so much, Sokka,” Toph said as she scratched under Appa’s chin.

“We might as well just throw out the whole schedule!” One look at the others, who were glaring in his direction, sent him stumbling forward to hug Appa’s huge neck. “And I’m concerned because my big furry friend doesn’t feel well.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” Y/N rolled her eyes in Katara’s direction.

Sokka did a double take. “Your hair.”

Y/N reached up to touch the ends self-consciously. “Yeah.”

“Who’s hair?” Toph asked.

“Y/N cut her hair!” Aang exclaimed.

Toph’s glassy eyes widened. “How short!?”

“It’s at my shoulders,” Y/N replied.

“When did you cut it?” Sokka furrowed his brow.

Y/N shrugged. “Last night.”

Before Sokka could ask more questions, Katara broke in. “I think we should head into town for some medicine for Appa.”

---

Y/N walked in the back of the group next to Katara. “How did you… you know?” She cocked her head back in the direction of their camp.

Katara smiled mischievously. “I found these purple berries and fed Appa a ton of them. He just has a stomach ache.” Both of them began giggling which earned them a suspicious look from Sokka.

“What are you laughing about?”

“Nothing!” Y/N waved a hand around her. “We’re talking about how much the village has changed.”

Indeed the village was much livelier due to the food Katara and Y/N had delivered. And like Y/N suspected, they all thought it was because of The Painted Lady. Shoe had commended her for bringing them food in the night. When they found out that there was no medicine in the town, Y/N knew what Katara had planned for the extra night they were going to have to stay.

---

Sokka had ignored Y/N the whole day. If he had done so a few weeks ago, she wouldn’t have thought for a second about it. But now, they were friends, they sparred every evening but even when they weren’t sparring they still talked. She watched him plan for the invasion or he watched her and Katara make dinner.

Silence had never been so deafening.

And finally the silence was broken during dinner.

“You said that you went and cut your hair in the middle of the night.”

The spoon that was halfway between her bowl and her lips almost slipped through her fingers. “Yeah, so?” Y/N asked.

“Well, Shoe said that The Painted Lady was delivering food to the village in the middle of the night but you didn’t say anything about seeing her.”

“I didn’t see her,” Y/N said defensively. “I’m not sure why you’re interrogating me.”

“I’m not interrogating, just wondering.”

Y/N watched as Sokka went back to eating his dinner like nothing happened. She narrowed her eyes at him. There was only one reason why he would be asking such weird questions...

“I just think it’s a little weird that you cut your hair in the middle of the night.”

A shot of anger coursed through Y/N’s body. She couldn’t stop herself from leaning forward. “Sokka, go ahead and ask it because I know you’re dying to.”

“Are you The Painted Lady?”

“No,” Y/N dropped her bowl next to the fire. “I’m going for a walk.”

“I’m coming too!” Toph chirped.

Y/N turned back to look at the girl. “No, you’re not.”

“Too late, Not Painted Lady.” She was already pushing Y/N’s back, guiding them away from the campsite.

---

“You know I’m really not The Painted Lady,” Y/N said. She began to balance herself on a pointy rock but thought better of it when she felt it begin to shift underneath her. She sent a dirty look in Toph’s direction.

“I know, but Katara is. And there’s no way she knew about an obscure Fire Nation spirit.”

“Um...”

“You guys weren’t necessarily quiet when you came back this morning.”

“Riiight.” Y/N bit her lip. “You’re not going to tell Sokka are you?”

“What Sokka doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Y/N sighed, relieved. “Thank you, Toph.”

“You’ll owe me of course.” Toph began to balance herself on the same rock, Y/N had just been on.

Y/N laughed. “Owe you?”

“Yeah. Like, sometime, someday I’ll come to you and you owe me for keeping your secret.” Toph grinned.

“I’m going to come to regret this, I think.”

“Probably.”

---

Y/N stayed behind that night. Sokka had been too suspicious of her and besides there wasn’t much she could do while Katara healed all of the sick villagers. The next night, however, Katara shook her awake after only a few hours of sleep. She held a finger to her lips and led her away from the campsite, far enough so they could talk without being heard.

“I need your help tonight,” she whispered.

Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. “What are you thinking of doing?”

Katara’s eyes were wide. “Sokka was right. These villagers need to be able to help themselves but they can’t while that factory is still polluting their water.”

“Oh, you’re gonna–”

“Yeah, we’re going to blow it up.”

“I’ll get my sword.”

---

Y/N sure wasn’t expecting Aang to be so open to the idea of ecoterrorism considering his usual passive nature, but he was a big help with destroying the factory. They were lucky that he had woken up and caught them when they were leaving.

The sun was shining when the three of them got back and it was already starting to warm up. Y/N had her black cloak thrown over her shoulder and she was laughing at something Aang had said.

“–and when you unscrewed those screws with your sword and water came bursting out and flooded the whole floor.” Aang made an explosion noise and started giggling all over again.

Katara shushed them both. “Quiet, we don’t want to wake Sokka up–oh hey… Sokka.”

Y/N tucked her cloak behind her back but the damage was already done. “We were just out on a morning swi–”

“Walk,” Katara corrected. Y/N bit her tongue. How had she almost said swim? Swim?! The river was literally polluted with probably dangerous levels of chemicals and she had almost said they went swimming in it.

“I know you’re The Painted Lady, Y/N! I know you’ve been sneaking out at night and helping the villagers but I didn’t think that you would recruit my sister to help you!”

Y/N was taken aback at the anger that was radiating off of him. It was so different than just a few days earlier when they were sitting in Appa’s saddle joking with one another. As a matter of fact, Y/N wasn’t sure he’d ever shown this much outward fury to her when he hated her.

“Sokka, leave her alone!” Katara stepped in.

Y/N grabbed her arm and pulled her back. It was better for him to be mad at her than his sister. “No, it’s fine. He’s right. I shouldn’t have done it.”

Sokka was fuming. “You put this whole mission at risk while you were off being reckless. We’re leaving right now.”

Normally she might have said something to defend herself but instead Y/N just bumped their shoulders together as she walked past him. She packed her bags silently and rolled her sleeping bag before tossing it all into Appa’s saddle.

Her feelings were hurt that Sokka would think that she would intentionally put them in harm’s way or mess up their mission. But something about his anger seemed misplaced; like there was more to it all. She could have expected that reaction if she had gotten caught, but she hadn’t been. As Y/N tried to rack her brain to figure out what made him tick she heard a buzzing out on the river. Even from where she was standing she could see the Fire Nation soldiers from the factory riding jet skis towards the village.

“Oh no. No, no, no.” Y/N ran to the cliff overlooking the village and fell to her belly. Katara dropped down next to her and Sokka and Aang on her other side.

Toph came up last. “What’s going on?”

Y/N watched in horror as the Fire Nation soldiers rode up alongside the dock and jumped off their jet skis. They began to approach the large group of villagers who had come outside to see what the noise was about.

“What did you do?!” Sokka accused Y/N. She shook her head, unable to speak.

“We destroyed their factory,” Katara muttered.

“You what?!” Sokka yelled.

“It was your idea!” Katara yelled back at him.

“It doesn’t matter whose idea!” Y/N shot to her feet. “I’ve got to help them.”

“You can’t!” Sokka grabbed her wrist to keep her from running away. He was holding on a little too tightly and Y/N desperately wanted to yank out of his grip. She looked at his wild eyes and it finally clicked what the other emotion was. He was scared. Afraid that they were going to get hurt. Afraid that she was going to get hurt. “Those soldiers are out for blood. They want revenge.”

“Well, she’s not going alone!” Katara ripped Sokka’s hand off of Y/N. “We can’t turn our back on people who need us.”

---

Katara and Y/N ran side by side down the trail that led to the water. “I’ll go buy some time. You go put on The Painted Lady costume. If the soldiers think that this village is protected by her they’re less likely to come back.”

“Got it,” Katara ran off in the direction she had stashed her cloak and hat.

“I’m coming with you,” Sokka panted as he ran down the hill followed by Toph and Aang.

“I thought you wanted to leave them,” she retorted. Y/N was done being nice if he wasn’t going to be.

“I’m not going to leave you.” Sokka held her gaze. “Or Katara,” he added quickly.

Y/N blinked. “Oh. Okay, come on.” She pushed one of the canoes into the water. “Aang, can you push us over to that dock there?” She pointed to a deserted dock on the back side of the village. The soldiers wouldn’t see them there. “And then go help Katara.”

“You got it!” He said brightly.

“What do I do?” Toph asked, clearly feeling a bit left out.

“Go make scary spirit noises for Katara,” Sokka instructed.

“Ugh, okay.” Toph ran off among the rocks and cliffs.

---

Aang used water bending to push their canoe. They each grabbed the wooden dock and hauled themselves up it, their boat floating under the dock and off with the current. No going back now. Sokka and Y/N snuck up to the back of the group of villagers and caught the tail end of whatever the soldier had been telling them.

“–destroyed our factory! We’re going to cure the world of this wretched village.”

Y/N pushed her way to the front of the group. “No you’re not.” She held her hands in loose fists by her side. She was itching for her sword but she had left it at camp in her rush to get here.

“And who’s going to stop me?” the large soldier taunted.

Y/N didn’t spare a second thought. She leapt forward and punched him in the chest twice. The armor made her knuckles ache and sent reverberations up her arms. She ducked under a flaming punch from him and kicked his kneecap. He grunted and fell to his knee. He reached forward and before she could jump away, grabbed one of her ankles, pulling her feet out from under her. She shrieked and twisted midair, landing on her shoulder.

That’s when a boomerang came from behind her, looping around to hit the soldier in the back of head, only to be caught again by it’s master. It only gave Sokka enough time to pull Y/N to her feet, because the soldier barely flinched. Agni, his head must be thick, Y/N thought.

The soldier pulled back his fist ready to throw fire at them when it was quickly stifled by a stiff breeze that whipped Y/N’s hair around her face.

He tried again, only for his fire to be blown out again. He growled and went to try a third time. He was interrupted by another soldier. “Uh, boss? What’s that?” He pointed in the direction that the wind came from. A large wall of fog was moving their way. In the distance, there was a rhythmic thumping that could only be a large boulder being lifted and dropped over and over again on the ground; and Y/N was sure she could hear Appa growling as well.

The fog parted and Y/N could see Katara standing between two rolling, white clouds. Then, she was moving towards the dock at frightening speed, gliding over the water like she was flying. She landed gracefully and stood there staring at two soldiers in front of her.

“Come on, let’s move the people further back.” Y/N patted Sokka’s shoulder and the two of them guided the villagers further back onto the platform to keep them out of harm’s way.

Behind her, Y/N heard a yelp and two of the soldiers ran back to their jet skis and drove off without another thought. Only after they left did their swords hit the deck with a clang, evidently bent out of their hands by Aang and thrown to the sky.

“Stand your ground!” Their leader shouted. Katara bent the water around two more of their jet skis and lifted them high in the air. Y/N watched in complete awe as she threw them sideways into the face of the cliff where they exploded on impact. The rest of the soldiers sprinted back to their jet skis leaving their leader alone.

“I’ll take care of this myself,” he growled. It was like it all happened in slow motion. He created a whip of fire and bent it at Katara. Y/N was sure it was going to hit her, she didn’t even move to block it. Y/N gripped Sokka’s arm and then Katara was gone.

From below the deck, Aang had bent the air around Katara and lifted her high above them. Another gust of wind knocked the soldier into the muddy water. Katara floated on mist above him.

“Leave this place and never come back,” The Painted Lady commanded.

Y/N had never seen someone swim so fast. That was when she realized she was still holding her breath. She sighed in relief as Katara landed back on the platform. Aang crawled out from under the dock and Sokka and Y/N ran to join them.

Behind her, the villagers were cheering but the sound was muted because Y/N didn’t care about that, all she cared about was that her and her friends had made it in one piece.

A loud bang sounded from the shore and everyone went silent, their eyes searching for where the noise came from.

“HELLLOOOO!” Someone shouted angrily from the bank.

Sokka and Y/N shared a confused look before she burst out laughing. “Oh my spirits, it’s Toph. She can’t get over here.” Y/N grabbed Sokka’s hand and pulled him to one of the canoes to paddle over and pick up their friend.

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A/N: So i just wanted to say that I’ve had the hair cutting scene planned from the beginning, I just was waiting for the right time to place it. her hair is cut now. and the fire nation is dropped. and now all i have to say is: IT’S IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. IT. IS. IN. THE. NEXT. CHAPTER

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winterpower98 · 5 years ago

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A few people seemed interested in my little AU (which makes me quite happy not gonna lie).

So here what I have so far on it (buckle up this is long):

This AU doesn't have a name yet, it's just in a folder named Twin/Magic AU. So off to a great start!

Everything takes place in a modern setting, it's not in a big city but it's not a small village either.

Snatcher and Moonjumper are not dead and are (as the name of the folder suggests) twins! MJ is the oldest of the two while Luka is the most spirited.

They both went to law school, where Luka met Vanessa Queenzel (I have great creativity when it comes to names). While Luka fell head over heels for Vanessa, MJ did not like one bit!

Because they are identical twins, Vanessa often mistook MJ for Luka which made MJ very uncomfortable. Until he decided to cut his hairs and dye it blue.

The boys lost their parents in a car accident way after finishing school and after Luka proposed to Vanessa. So the family company fell on their shoulder but Only MJ took care of it since his brother was busy with getting ready for the wedding.

But a month before that happen MJ lost all contacts with Luka. He even went to his and Vanessa's house but she always brushed him off, telling him that Luka was just tired to talk with everyone.

Until one night Luka came running to MJ's house, bruised, starved, and looking almost dead begging his brother to hide him from Vanessa.

MJ asked Cokie, a woman with a cooking show that took care of the twins when they were younger, for help and she suggested moving in the city she works in. That way, if they needed her help, she would be just a call away.

After a restraining order (unfortunately, Vanessa is royalty which means that sending her to jail is borderline impossible) the two brothers went to another city and this is where the AU starts!

Also, Luka has now a therapy cat named Bush! (remember her, she'll come back later on).

In the same studio where Cookie has her set, there is also a radio show directed by DJ Grooves and a tv show presented by the crows. The building is just across from another studio where Conrad (Conductor) works.

Hat and Bow are of course in this AU too! They are Harriet and Bluebell, two orphan sisters that often get in trouble for running away from the orphanage.

Bow likes to sneak into Cookie's set. She did it so many times that the chef doesn't even try to send her away.

Hat is more of a trouble maker and will 100% mess with the local Mafia.

One day Hat accidentally founds Bush and starts to play with her ... for several hours. Luka starts to get a bit worried about his furry companion and starts looking for her. When he finds her he meats Harriet.

Magic does exist in this world but it is very rare (like 3% of the population has it). Everyone knows it exists but no one talks about it, it's like a taboo.

Obviously enough, Vanessa, Luka, and MJ have it. Cookie doesn't have magic but knows about the twins (she had to deal with their magic when they were kids)

There is more that I have written down on my computer but this post is already long XD

Hopefully, my brain will finally decide to draw something for this AU.

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britonell · 5 years ago

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For @inukag-week 2020!

A short and sweet follow-up to Hermit’s Haven, and this time Inuyasha encounters a different kind of visitor...

Rated T for Inuyasha’s swearing.

Hermit’s Dilemma

Inuyasha stared at the cub, trying to ignore the distinct sense of déjà vu.

The Ezo brown bears were pretty common around these parts, at least enough to be a minor nuisance during deer hunting season, but they were almost always adult males. The only time he had come this close to a cub was when he had followed the village fishermen to the waterfalls and a female and her cubs had joined their group, apparently using the men’s presence to shake off a hostile male bear. This time there was no mama bear, just a lone cub.

Said bear cub sat on his furry little haunches, peering up at the dog-eared man.

Wasn’t this the same place where he first spotted Hachi?

More importantly, what the hell was a bear cub doing all on his own, and so damn close to his house? Shouldn’t this scrawny little guy be in a cozy den with his mother, dozing off until spring?

Inuyasha looked around once more, ears flicking back. Nope, no other bears nearby. Perhaps the mother had gone out to scavenge for acorns one last time and had been struck by a vehicle, or wandered into some other residential area and met the business end of a rifle.

Well fuck-a-doodle-doo.

That was how Inuyasha found himself crossing the icy bridge with a bear cub in his arms, making his way to—

Wait a minute, there’s no way the dogs would stay calm if he showed up with a squirming bear cub. Maybe he could hand him off to Miroku, that guy probably knew more about bears. Crap, was it even legal to bring a bear cub indoors? His residence was technically a shelter, would his non-profit get in trouble? It’s not like he was going to keep the cub. He should head to the agricultural school ASAP, there had to be staff members with experience in handling wild animals.

He froze mid-step and the curious cub glanced up at him.

Shit, shit, shit, he couldn’t go to the school now, Kagome was picking up her mother and grandfather from the airport and she had made him promise, multiple times, that he would be in the village to greet them when they arrived.

He would stay put, he had assured her. He knew how important this was for her, considering she hadn’t gone back to Tokyo for Christmas. He wasn’t gonna disappear like a coward. Not like he cared if city folks visited his village. It’s not like they were the same people that drove him and his mother out of their old apartment. It wasn’t a problem.

Really.

The bear cub let loose a shrill squeal and Inuyasha nearly flung the cub up into the air before stopping himself. Instead, he held the cub in front of him like a ticking bomb.

Did he need milk? Could bears drink cow milk? Maybe he was cold. Did he need to put him in his jacket? Maybe the cub was scared. Should he swaddle him? Kagome did say he had a knack for swaddling the dogs. The chihuahuas usually liked it. And once the bear quieted down he could hide him in a spare room until morning. Right, this would work. Absolutely. Totally.

Mind made up, he went up to Miroku’s house and slid the kitchen window open.

“Yo, keep an eye on the dogs, will ya?” Inuyasha shouted, making sure to keep the bear out of sight. If what he was doing was against the law, he wasn’t going to drag anyone else into legal trouble.

Miroku poked his head into the hallway. “Gotcha! And for goodness’s sake, use the front door.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Inuyasha grumbled. They both knew that wasn’t going to happen. Miroku could just as easily install a lock on the old window, but Inuyasha had a feeling he never would. Miroku had been insistent on not altering the original design of the house.

That was...nice.

“Hi Inuyasha!” Sango called from somewhere down the hall. “We made yakidango earlier. Do you want some?”

“Uh...maybe later. Thanks.” Inuyasha gingerly closed the window and stepped back.

Yeah. That was nice too. The elderly villagers used to offer him food. They were being neighborly, or so they claimed.

Not that Sango was a neighbor. Yet. He knew she was looking at a couple of houses. That fox demon from the agricultural school, Shippo, was probably going to move in soon.

The bear squealed again, prompting Inuyasha to quicken his pace.

Kagome’s front door was unlocked, as usual. He had told her to start locking the door but no one here really worried about security, what with him and all the dogs running around. She had at least promised to lock the door...after making a key for him.

Fuck, he was not blushing at the thought.

He stomped into the living room and rummaged through her dresser until he pulled out a fluffy pink blanket.

Wrap the blanket around like this, tuck the paws in here, rub his head like so, pat his tummy to soothe him, and voila. Inuyasha examined his handiwork with a satisfied grin, which wilted a little at the realization that he was too adept at this.

The bear peeked up over the edge of the blanket and eyed him, as if waiting for something. Inuyasha hoped he wasn’t expecting a lullaby. Then again, Kagome did say music can calm down dogs in stressful situations.

He reached for Kagome’s iPad and scrolled for a while. Hmm, this would do.

Kuma Sanbiki

He sat down cross-legged on the floor and held the bear burrito close to his chest, mumbling the same lyrics that he used to sing with his mother.

Kuma sanbiki issho ni sunde,

Papa kuma, mama kuma, akachan kuma—

“Eep!”

Inuyasha froze and slowly looked up. Kagome was doubled over, shoulders trembling, hands covering her face. He would’ve thought she was in pain if he didn’t catch a delighted giggle. A woman who was clearly her mother stood by the entrance, one hand resting on a suitcase and the other over her heart, watching the bundle in his arms with dewy eyes.

“What’s all this then?” An elderly man walked in, kicking his shoes off in a huff. “Don’t just stand there, we need to—young man, you’re holding the baby wrong.”

Inuyasha could do nothing but sit still and watch the elderly man saunter up to him.

“Now see here, if you want to calm a young one—that’s a bear.”

“What?” the woman, henceforth known as Mama Higurashi in his head, said.

“A bear?” Kagome chortled, her face still red.

Busted.

“Err…” Three sets of eyes were on him. “I found a bear cub,” he finally confessed.

Word got out pretty quickly, mainly because Kagome ran out to get Miroku’s expensive camera equipment “for that money shot,” and both Miroku and Sango came over to greet the guests as well as take a look at the bear cub.

“I can’t believe you swaddled a bear!” Kagome giggled, hours after the fact.

“Bear cub,” Inuyasha corrected, his forehead firmly planted on his kotatsu. It had been decided that Sango would watch the cub for the night and bring the bear to the school in the morning, because apparently the school’s resident bear expert was her uncle.

Stupid, Inuyasha thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he should’ve just brought the cub to Sango in the first place. Stupid.

“I can’t wait to get those pictures on my laptop.”

He lifted his head to glare at her. “So you can laugh at me some more?”

“I wasn’t laughing at you!”

“Uh-huh.”

She scooted over to snuggle up to him, ignoring his sputtering protests and unflattering comparisons to Pen-Pen. “I was losing it because it was too adorable for my little ol’ heart. You’re gonna make a girl faint with your paternal instincts.”

He tried really, really hard not to let her words, or the way she was twirling his forelock, affect him. “Yeah, sure. OK.”

“But you know,” she said with a coy smile. “I do have a confession.”

Inuyasha glanced at her suspiciously.

“I would’ve preferred seeing you holding a baby. My baby.”

He didn’t remember much after that because his brain short-circuited and he went on autopilot.

(Kagome inwardly cursed. Asking Miroku on how to confess like a wrecking ball had not been one of her best ideas.)

The bombshells didn’t end there, though. The next morning, after joining the Higurashi family for breakfast, he was helping Mama Higurashi wash the dishes when she nonchalantly proved just how much her daughter took after her.

“You should’ve joined us for dinner last night. Grandpa and I had a question and Kagome had no idea what the answer was.”

“Oh,” was Inuyasha’s reply.

“I’m sure it’s something my daughter has been wondering about for a while.”

“Ah.” Not freaking out, Inuyasha mentally repeated over and over again.

“And, I must admit, I would like to know as well. This is a good time to ask, don’t you think? No need to be modest when you answer.”

“Umm…” Sirens blared in his head.

“Which do you prefer,” she said airily, “small weddings or big weddings?”

~*~

AN: The Higurashi women sure love to drop bombshells. Inuyasha’s soul temporarily left the mortal plane of existence. He’ll be fine.

For the children’s song I had to decide between what Inuyasha ultimately chose or this one: Mori no Kuma-san. I’m more familiar with the latter but I figured the song about the bear family was more appropriate for the situation.

Also, Inuyasha waiting for Kagome is essentially the Patrick waiting for SpongeBob scene. Oh Inuyasha, you poor, hopeless puppy.

#inukag week day 3 #inuyasha #inukag #kagome #inukag week #fanfic #fanart #my fic #my art #fanfic au

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rustic-space-fiddle · 5 years ago

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Things on TUA that made me snort into my coffee:

“You know I’m good at this.” “I know you give me AGITA—“

“Where have you been?” “The future. It’s sh*t by the way.” “CALLED IT”

Luther looking the bowling alley manager directly in the eye and then chucking a bowling ball over his shoulder—AND GETTING A STRIKE LIKE FOUR LANES AWAY from

“Hiya, Five. How you doing?” “I MUST HAVE UTTER SILENCE TO COMPLETE THIS TASK”

Klaus’s cover story skills ranging from A) Oscar-worthy impromptu method acting to the point of inflicting literal injuries on himself, to B) picking a bagel out the garbage and stuffing it into his mouth

“I’m taking the car.” “Do you even know how to drive?”

“I feel like we should stop him, but I also just wanna see what happens.”

“Assuming it’s okay with your two dads.” + The look on Klaus’s face + “if I was gonna date a man, you’d be the last man I would date” “you’d be lucky to get me”

“I WOULD RATHER CHEW OFF MY OWN FOOT”

“If you throw another one of the g*DD*MN KNIVES AT ME, IM PRESSING CHARGES” insinuating that Diego has almost killed this man like 12 times in the past

Five opening his closet and realizing he was gonna be stuck in kiddie shorts and knee-high socks for the rest of the season

“What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain.” “DONT MAKE ME PUT YOU IN TIME-OUT”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” “Italian for dinner?”

The entire scene in which Hazel and Cha-Cha burn down the lab whilst high as kites

“Peace on Earth? That’s so sweet!” *SMASHES GLOBE INTO FACE*

Five’s many facial expressions during Klaus’s epic improv scene

Little Klaus literally rolling a joint at the dinner table and no one trying to stop him????

*beat* “Nice dress.” “Ooh... danke :)”

Little Diego carving into the arm of his chair like a mad-child

“I want my family to survive!” *looks at the insanity around her* “all of them?” “YES ALL OF THEM”

“Looks like it’s frozen waffles again” *Ben looks like he wants to die again*

*klaus dies* *folk music*

*vanya is lost* *mom is dead* *pogo is dead* *diego is in tears* *klaus is panicking* *allison is still mute* *the academy is literally collapsed and it’s ruins burning* “gUyS thE aPOcOLypSE iS sTiLL oN”

Moon: *explodes* Me: of course

Baby Vanya seeing Mom walk toward her with her head on backwards like “I FRICKED UP I FRICKED UP”

Five, slurring drunkenly: iM THE fOUr fRIKIN’ hORSEMEN

“I am sorry.... that yOU........ have deprived some villaGE of thEIR IDIOT”

*flight of valkeryrie plays in the distance*

“WHEEEEEEEEEEEE”

“I’m here to help stop the apocalypse.” “.......before I answer that—“

Diego resorting to biting Hazel’s ear like a rabid toddler

Five blinking onto the coffee table in the middle of the apocalypse conversation, prompting screams from every single person in the room, then rolling off it, grabbing the nearest coffee, and chugging it like there’s no tomorrow (is that a bad figure of speech in this instance)

Klaus, after literally being waterboarded: I needed that

“WHAT HAPPENED THE FIRST TIME, LUTHER?” “YEAH, WHAT ARE YOU NOT TELLING US?” “Uh........... um.............” hides behind coffee, refusing to make eye contact “.......... ʷᵉ ᵈᶦᵉᵈ”

Five channeling his deeply buried inner obnoxious middle schooler “hEY A**HOLES”

The running gag of Luther being 1) too big to fit in doors and cars, and 2) a furry

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mshermia · 4 years ago

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No. 03 - Nothing Left To Lose - Part I

Whumptober Prompt No 3. MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY

Manhandled | Forced to their Knees | Held at Gunpoint

The reversal of the Snap added 3.5 billion people back to Earth’s population. 3.5 billion more people to house somewhere, 3.5 billion mouths to be fed, 3.5 billion people who return to a world that was not expecting them to ever come back.

In the aftermath of the victory over Thanos, Peter Parker finds himself in a bit of a situation. Instead of helping the "little guy", what is he supposed to do when the "little guys" start helping themselves to the property of others. Tony finds out that his billionaire status doesn't really help that particular situation.

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I'm using my own Fix-it to Endgame "Like You'd Know How It Works" as a basis for the timeline, though the prompt will work fine without having read that story. The important part is, that Tony's not dead.

Baseline: 2 weeks after Tony is brought back from the multiverse.

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AO3 Link

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People never did tell you what it would feel like to come back from the dead. Possibly because people had very little experience with things like that. The odd person being found after they had gone missing for a long time, maybe even been presumed dead, that was one thing. Something like that might happen from time to time. But full-on coming-back-from-the-dead? Well, Tony had always been a pioneer when it came to living through the weirdest shit.

To be fair, to him it wasn't a resurrection per se. He hadn't been dead after all, just his other-dimensional self. Well, just... And the other version of him remained quite dead still, thank you very much, and in all honesty, he wasn't anywhere close to being cool with all that yet. Possibly ever. So there was no way he'd let that big brain of his even start to muse over what was basically his corpse that lay buried not too far off their house. Chances were, he'd never be cool with thinking about that part. So, he didn't. Didn't think about it. Didn't talk about it. Just waiting for it to go away. Which it would. In a few years. 50, give or take.

He rubbed both hands across his face, an active effort for his brain to change the channel. He was supposed to be paying attention to the furry beasts in front of him.

"Seriously, Gerald, you're acting as if it wasn't in your best interest to keep your neck un-wrung. Fluffy, Tiny, let's go."

Gerald didn't like the barn. He was used to grazing wherever and whenever he wanted, nobody's schedule to follow. A free spirit after Tony's own taste. But there was a reason why their stock had grown from one fairly independent alpaca to a flock of three. Damn poachers. Or rogue hunters. Something along those lines, he hadn't inquired in that much detail. They had decimated the two herds in the near-by village, only Gerald's new barn-mates had been able to flee.

And apparently, the Stark's had expanded their life-saving services to the community's life stock now. Well, Pepper had decided they would and Tony wasn't going to question whatever it was that made Pepper happy, not any time soon. His family was the only thing that mattered now. Not the village's life-stock-politics, not any kind of politics. He had retired from everything that didn't directly involve making the people he loved forget about that little death-mishap.

Tony grimaced to himself. Semi-officially retired at least. Yes, in the long run, he was likely to consult for the team and there was always Peter's neighborhood-avenging to support. He'd never leave the Spiderling hanging, no pun intended. But right now, there was some healing he had to supervise. Emotional healing that could only be done with lots of hugs and kisses. With hot chocolate by the fire and glasses of cold wine by the lake. With breakfast in bed and comfy afternoon board game sessions. With nights spent sitting next to his kids' beds, for their benefit of course, not just his own. That was why he had come back with his little protegee after all. For them. And Tony would do whatever it would take, even if it involved wangling three alpacas at once.

Those very alpacas who were very reluctant to move into the barn. Even with how remote the cabin lay, they weren't safe outside anymore, not with the sun slowly setting in the west. But all the pulling on Gerald's head-collar just didn't get him moving, not until Pepper took pity on her dear husband and lent a hand. While she was pulling on the leash, Tony was pushing against the stubborn buck's backside. Alpacas didn't usually tend to kick with their hind legs. That was horses... right?

He groaned, rolling his stiff neck from one side to the other as the gate clicked shut behind Pepper. "Remind me again... Why did we agree to this?"

Pepper didn't bother to send him a scolding look as she wrapped the security seal around the gate's locking mechanism. "Because we're good neighbors?"

"We are?" He smelled like damp fur. When did wet fur and barn animals become his life? "Since when exactly? Was there a house meeting? Did I miss it?"

"Mh... do you need a reminder of the process of negotiation?" She took a step towards him, one hand in his shirt pulling him close against her, their lips almost close enough to touch. "You smell like wet alpaca."

He pulled in an affronted gasp. The hand that was still holding his shirt pushed him away from her, her lips stretched wide in amusement. "Come on, Cesar. Maybe I'll remind you after a hot shower."

"Hey!" He followed after her. "Cesar? Really? First of all, Gerald is not a dog, second... how about during the hot shower?" He had caught up with her, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "I could think of a couple of other things that—"

"Boss." Tony froze as FRIDAY's voice rang in his earpiece. "Captain Rogers is on the line."

"Oh, but whyyy?" He cringed, not just because it was evident from Pepper's face that whatever road that moment had been leading them down on, was gone. Replaced by the kind of dread he was supposed to shield her from.

"He is asking to speak to you. Immediately."

As Tony groaned again, Pepper blew out a shaky breath. "Everything okay?"

He only pulled a frown as he told FRIDAY to put the man through and didn't bother with any niceties. "What's going on?"

"We need you." Rogers' voice was low and solemn.

"Excuse me? I'm retired." The nonchalant quip was second nature to him but he couldn't deny that the Captain's voice gave him the creeps.

Pepper stepped a little closer and whispered a pained "No!", worry radiating off her like someone had flipped a switch.

"Yeah, we don't really have time for that right now, Tony." Rogers seemed even less inclined to take Tony's demeanor in stride than he usually was. "It's your pet project."

Deep down, Tony had suspected something like this. They knew not to call him for anything but this. "What happened?"

"He's in the middle of a bit of a situation. You need to get here. Now."

"Tony, what's going on?" The way Pepper's hand curled painfully tight around his wrist, she seemed to instinctively know what was up.

There should be a process, how he made those decisions. There should be but in all honestly, it was likely redundant since there was no question as to what he would do if the kid was in trouble. Whenever the kid was in trouble. He didn't hesitate, not even for a second thought. "I'm sorry, honey." He pressed a kiss on Pepper's cheek - any light-hearted banter about alpaca-smell forgotten - as he tapped the nano housing unit hidden underneath his shirt.

"Gotta make sure the kid's safe." He pried Pepper's fingers off his arm. "I'm sorry, honey."

The thrusters engaged before Pepper could draw a breath to argue. He was so retired. He was so retired and they all knew that. It could only mean one thing: the kid was in deep shit.

His heart was racing. This shouldn't even be happening. The kid... he had given the kid the best protection anyone could imagine. The Iron Spider had held up against the ugly purple Grape. Nothing on Earth could... he swallowed hard. He had just been back for a couple of weeks. He was just getting some normalcy back. His family.

Time seemed to crawl by as he shot across the New York sky. The route took him straight to the coordinates that FRIDAY had extracted from Peter's suit. Tony had sent out a call to the kid. When Peter didn't answer he sent out another. This one Peter rejected outright. Still too far out to access the team's comms, Tony and his thoughts had another couple of minutes to imagine the worst until they finally arrived in Queens.

The location was a rather unremarkable looking warehouse, some windows smashed, a couple of doors off its hinges. A little more prominent was the number of police cars parked around the property. There were at least 12 of them, more sirens approaching from the distance. None of them attempted to intervene or even talk to him after the suit had touched ground within the police's perimeter and he made to walk into the building. The picture that presented itself in front of him didn't match what Tony had been expecting. Not in a good way. In fact, it came very close to giving him a heart attack that was going to get in the way of all the supervised healing he still had to do.

Rogers and Barnes in full Super-Soldier outfits stood opposite his boy. His boy had his back turned toward his teammates and stood smack in the middle between them and a whole group of people, their faces mostly covered with scarfs or other contraptions. Some of them were frozen, eyes wide as they were staring at the Avengers in front of them. Others behind them were quietly emptying the shelves of the warehouse. Boxes upon boxes were ripped open and their content vanished in backpacks and large carrier bags. One of the looters however had a very tight grip on a middle-aged dude, a handgun pressed against the man's temple.

Tony froze where he stood, still hidden in the shadows of the entryway.

"...and I get that." Peter's arms were stretched wide. One in front of him at the crowd of people, the other towards Rogers and Barnes like he was urging them to stay back. "This is just not the way to do it, okay?"

With a pressing need for more information, Tony's eyes roamed across the warehouse. Besides the guy on his knees with the gun to his head, a few more people - he counted 10 of them - had been cuffed to three of the large storage shelves. Only a couple of people were standing guard over them. Most of the other intruders were busy stuffing their bags with everything they could— Food. It had just dawned on Tony what was stored within this facility. Canned goods and boxes of what looked like pasta, beans, or rice. These people were stealing food.

"You get it? You don't get anything!" It wasn't the guy screaming those words, just someone else in the crowd, a young woman. "When's the last time you had a warm meal, huh? We came back to nothing!"

"You have every right to be angry." The kid had turned a little away from the hostage, his arm still signaling for calmness. "Coming back to this was a shock. For me too, okay? But this... you don't want to do this. Just... just take the food and you can let him go, okay? This isn't you!" Tony's eyes shot back towards his Spiderling, frowning. "This is— hey... stop! Don't!"

The guy with the gun was pulling on the hostage's shirt, forcing him to balance himself a little more upright on his knees, squirming in his hold.

Rogers had shuffled a little closer. "You don't want to do anything rash now, son."

"Fuck off, traitor," the man spat back at the Captain.

"Stop, just..." Peter's eyes were still on the hostage and his abductor. "I told you to leave, Captain! You're not helping!"

"Spider-Man—" Rogers was interrupted, Peter's voice echoing off the warehouse walls.

"I said, leave!" The boy almost seemed to be panting.

"FRI," Tony whispered inaudible to anyone else because of his suit. "Vitals on the kid."

His heart rate was high, unnaturally high for Peter even during a mission. A close-up provided by FRIDAY confirmed that the boy's hands were positively shaking.

"I can help you, okay?" The kid swallowed hard. "I know that you wouldn't do this if you didn't have to. I can help you and I will, but you have to let this man go. Please."

The group's leader turned from Rogers back to the boy. "You don't know shit about what we want! People are dying because of this jackass! Because of people like him!"

The guy's eyes had found Tony and that seemed to be his cue to advance out of the shadows.

"What the fuck is this, Robin Hood?" Eyes still studying the scene in front of him, a murmur went through the crowd.

Peter spun around, his spider-eyes wide as he looked straight at Tony. "No, no, no, no, no!" He mumbled, his voice echoing in Tony's earpiece.

"You know I can still hear you on the comms, right?" Tony shook his head, sticking to the team-only communication himself now. "Kid... what the fuck is going on?"

"It's... it's fine." Peter's head spun back and forth between Tony and the looters. "Just go home. I got it all under control!"

Tony kept his eyes on the kid, fighting the urge to step any closer. "The dude over there has a gun pointed at this other dude's head. Nothing about this looks like anything's under control. Can we just..." Tony dipped his head to the corner of the room.

"How about I drop, erm..." Peter swallowed hard, still looking back and forth between Tony and the ongoing hostage situation. "I can just drop by when I'm done with all this, okay?"

"How about no?" Tony made a face even though behind the face-plate, it was only for his own benefit. "How about you web this dude up and get some actual control of the situation instead?"

"I got this!" Peter's voice walked a tight rope between urgency and badly suppressed panic. "Just go home, Tony! Please, please just leave!"

There wasn't much that could stun Tony Stark at this point, but an outright dismissal by his intern slash mentee would do it. "Excuse me, did you just—"

"Get the fuck away from us!" Tony's eyes shifted to the looters behind the kid, the guy with the gun was getting antsy. "This is none of your business!"

To Tony's right still a little ahead of him, Rogers inched a step closer to the scene. "Let's just stay calm and figure this thing out, hm?"

"S-stay back!" Another guy from the crowd of looters stepped a little closer toward the main action. He, too, was holding a gun though his arm was dangling loosely next to his body. At a closer look, Tony could spot quite a few weapons, shotguns, knives, and bats in the hands of everyone not currently ransacking those shelves. The group was made up out of a variety of different people, young and old, he could even see some children stuffing tote bags in the back. It was starting to dawn on him, why neither Peter nor the two Super-Soldier's to Tony's right had jumped in guns blazing, not yet.

A whole group of seemingly normal people brought their children to loot this warehouse for all the food they could carry. All of a sudden, the decimated numbers of his neighbor’s alpaca flock left him with a different kind of headache. There seemed to be more to this than he was presently privy to.

Tony cleared his throat, speaking to the whole room. "Unless you want to eat this dude, too, how about we talk about some of your demands, hm? Find a compromise everyone is happy with and nobody gets hurt over?"

For a second, the man's gun twitched towards Tony before he pressed it back against the temple of the man kneeling in front of him. "Shut the fuck up, you murderer."

Ouch. Tony pursed his lips. He hadn't heard that one in a long time.

"Hey!" Peter stepped closer to the crowd, clearly an attempt to shield Tony from their view. "Watch your fucking mouth, asshole."

His jaw popped open and Tony was quick to make an abortive motion towards Rogers and Barnes to stop them from advancing like the kid had done. This was escalating quickly.

"Of course, you're protecting your sugar daddy, you insect. You stopped being a hero when you started wearing this guy's fancy suits. You don't give a shit about us! You haven't in a long time!"

The Spiderling flinched back from the open hatred spewed at him. "I... that's not..." He shook his head, pulling in deep breaths. "I don't want to hurt you, okay? I want to help. We can still all walk away from this."

"Hurt us?" The young woman's voice from before was shaking but still rang harshly through the otherwise quiet building. "We haven't eaten in 2 weeks! We have no place to stay, nowhere safe to sleep!" She pointed a hand at the man on his knees in front of her accomplice. "People like him are selling the little food that is left in the city for 10 times the regular price. We have no money! Nobody helps us!"

"We're here to help now, young lady." Rogers' deep voice always rang with such sincerity, they could only hope it would convince at least some of them. "What you're doing right now is not going to help you!"

"You're not helping us, you want to help him." She pointed at the man on his knees in front of them. "You care more about his property than about the fact that we're starving!"

"Right now," Barnes' low growl surprised Tony more than most of the things happening around them. "We care more about the gun that your buddy there is pointing at the man's head, darling."

"I'm not your darling, jackass!" She spat at Barnes.

"Stop. Stop this." Peter sounded almost scared. "Please."

"He doesn't deserve this kind of money." She barked out before her eyes landed on Tony. "Nobody does."

Tony's eyes stuck with the young woman, his mind racing. Money... was that what they wanted the guy for? His money or plain revenge... maybe a little bit of both. Time to find out what their priorities were.

"You want to take all this out on someone, huh? Alright, Let's do that. How about you let the civilian go and take this up with a bigger fish, hm?"

"No." Peter spun around. "What are you doing? Don’t!"

Tony got a step closer, his focus shifting back to the man that was the group's apparent leader.

To Tony's undeniable satisfaction, the guy's feet shuffled back a couple of inches though his eyes never strayed from Tony. "While you're hiding behind your tin can?"

He had expected as much and his hand was ready to fly up and tap the nano-housing unit. Jaw set, his PR mask in place, the nanites retract just enough for Tony to exit the suit, leaving his armor behind him but still perfectly ready to engage if necessary.

"Stop!" Peter's voice was far from strong now, only a panicky high-pitched squeak. "Mr. Stark, don't!"

Rogers was next to Tony with a couple of long strides, his voice low. "What do you think you're doing?"

Tony cleared his throat before he dragged his gaze away from the looters towards the Captain. "Hostage negotiations?"

"Put that suit back on!" Rogers growled next to him. "That's not why I asked you here."

"You asked me to help." Tony was holding his hands up just below his shoulders, fingers spread wide. "So, I'm helping."

Roger's chest was heaving with deep long breaths. "Getting yourself killed is not helping, Tony."

"I'm not getting myself killed." He had his eyes still steeled on the group leader, careful not to be caught off guard by a trigger-happy hippie. "I'm taking a calculated risk."

"No, you're not." The Captain's hand shot out, holding Tony back with a strong grasp on his arm. "If anyone will be offered up to trade places it—"

"I don't think your bank account will be as attractive to them as mine," Tony hissed. "No offense, Capsicle." He pulled his arm free from Rogers' hold and advanced a few more steps before the kid could get a hold of him. "So, here I am. Let this dude go."

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The Fix-it this is based on: Like You'd Know How This Works

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