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A Reason To Try

Chapter 17 - Recovery

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Warnings: 18+ - No minors Please read the tags on AO3 for any of your triggers

Alex Keller X Original FMC 8.3k words - AO3 Link

It took a phone call with Price and Madeline insisting she could handle herself in an empty farmhouse before Alex agreed to let her assess the building they were parked behind. He didn’t like the idea of her going out with no backup. He was in no state to cover her. Just the thought of trying to get into an overwatch position or even do the sweep himself made his head swim. Alex insisted they would be fine in the car until he had more strength back, then he could clear the area. But as the day ticked by and the temperature outside dropped lower than the night before, he knew it was a losing battle as Madeline narrowed her eyes at him. The final straw was when Madeline caught Alex shivering and then wincing in pain.

There hadn’t been any movement around them all day. No sounds, no strange happenings. Complete silence. He had been dozing in and out of a haze all day in the car, still exhausted, but Alex knew if anything had cropped up, Madeline would have reacted. He was taking the dead silence as a good sign, even if out in the field, that usually meant the other shoe hadn’t dropped yet.

The farmhouse had been completely still, but Madeline agreed to take it slow. To make loud noises to draw any sort of attention from inside before moving. The things tended to go into hibernation mode when there was no prey around, saving their energy as predators did. Madeline slammed the car door a few times, making Alex groan internally as his head rattled, and there was no response. She tried getting closer, stepped up on the porch, and dragged the furniture around before darting back to the car. Still nothing.

Alex had given her a strict five-minute rule, carefully grabbing her wrist and setting the timer on his watch. He knew her well enough. If he left her to do the timer, she’d claim it was five minutes and not show back up for ten, busy putting things together for him. The watchband was on the tightest setting, but it still slipped and slid on her arm. It twisted the wrong way as she used the butt of the gun to smash the small square glass on the backdoor and reach inside to unlock it. She fixed it, giving him one last look over her shoulder, before slipping inside.

When she appeared a minute late, Alex shut his eyes in relief for a moment before listening to her rundown on what she had found. It seemed the farmhouse was a multi-function building. The first floor was more for business, with large banquet rooms, an industrial kitchen, a gift shop, a bar, and multiple lounge areas. The second story was the private quarters, set up like a regular house would be, with all the normal amenities. But there was a thick layer of dust on the furniture, and the kitchen was nearly empty save for a few shelf-stable foods.

The shuffle inside was slower than Alex would have liked, his body too sore and tired to be of much use. He had to lean on Madeline to get up the back steps and pause at the welcome counter inside to catch his breath. His heart was hammering in his chest by the time they hit the main stairs, and he had to grip the banister to steady himself as his vision wavered. When they reached the bedroom door upstairs, he was sweating bullets and felt weak and shaky as Madeline shouldered it open.

“You need to rest,” Madeline said as Alex attempted to turn around to help her heave the bags in. She had dropped them at the top of the stairs when Alex’s knees threatened to buckle. “I can get the bags. Please, I don’t think I can catch you again,” Madeline said as she held out her arms, afraid he would keel forward on her.

Alex let her help him to the bed and leaned against the headboard as Madeline dragged in each bag. She left them in the middle of the floor before taking a seat on the bed herself. Despite the cold outside, winter in the South was a roulette for temperature, she was sweating.

Shrugging off the jacket and sweater, Madeline moved to pull her sticking hair off her neck when the alarm on the watch went off. It was time for Alex’s next round of medication. Standing up on slightly shaking legs, the exhaustion catching up, she moved to dig through the bags until she had all the medication clutched in one hand. She set it on the nightstand next to Alex, sweeping the decorative things into the drawer before drawing up the steroid.

“Have you taken care of yourself yet?” Alex asked as Madeline tore open an alcohol wipe and shifted to clean his arm.

“I’m fine,” Madeline muttered, though the sharp inhale through her nose as she angled the needle said otherwise. She had done this a few times now, but she was far from used to it. Now that he was awake and she was using his arm, she couldn’t just look away like she had when it was his hip. “I’ll get you settled and then barricade,” she muttered before jabbing him and pushing the plunger. Her stomach flipped at the feeling, and she felt her abs flex at the feeling before she pulled the needle out and capped it.

“You’re exhausted, Madeline,” Alex said as he watched her, doing his best not to smile a bit at her attempt to cover up her repulsion of injecting him with medication. He barely felt the jab, his body still feeling like it was half asleep. “Your bandage is coming undone, and it’s oozing,” he nodded at her hand. “When was the last time you looked at it?”

“I,” she thought back, trying to put the timeline together. Having to wake up, if she slept at all, to check on him and take care of his injuries constantly, she couldn’t place it. Was it a few hours ago? No, that was when she checked his bite and carefully bandaged it back up, balling up the bloody rags inside her gloves and tossing them into a bag. Her brain was a bit muddled, and when she looked at Alex, who was waiting for an answer, she sighed defeated. “I don’t remember.”

“Can I?” Alex asked as he offered his hand. When she didn’t refuse but instead placed her injured hand in his palm, he carefully undid the wrapping and held back a small hiss. Her pinky to her wrist was sliced in a jagged line, and the edges of the skin were pink with irritation. She flinched as he dabbed at a spot with gauze that was oozing out a yellowish liquid, and Alex snapped his eyes to her face.

“Have you taken any antibiotics?” He asked as he glanced back down at the deepest part of the wound. If it had been a normal time, or he had been around, it probably could have used a stitch or two.

“I could barely give you a shot without passing out. There is no way I can give myself one,” Madeline answered.

“I’ll do it then,” he said as she opened her mouth to protest. “It’s already a bit infected. If you get a high dose now, it may stave it off, and you won’t need another. Let it go too long, and you’ll need a whole round of it.” He knew he was going to win this one because the light shade of green she had turned at the thought of one shot was enough to turn her off from needing multiple.

“Three, two,” Alex counted down as Madeline sat with her head turned so as not to see the needle. He stuck her before he hit one, and he felt her tense before he pulled it out and quickly stuck a bandaid over it. “Done,” he said as he rubbed the spot gently with his thumb to make the medication disperse faster and not settle.

“It burns,” Madeline complained with a grimace as she looked at the bandaid before up at him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I’m too sore to even notice,” Alex confessed as he switched to rubbing his palm broadly up and down her arm to stimulate blood flow. “Take some Tylenol for the pain and swelling,” he added as Madeline handed him rolls of gauze and other items so he could clean and wrap up her hand properly.

Madeline stared around the room as Alex worked, glad to have a break from the gore and let him take care of it. It was hard to wrap her dominant hand. The wrappings were always too loose in some places and tight in others. So when he finished, and the bandages felt snug, she smiled a little bit. The even pressure helped ease some of the ache.

“Now rest,” she instructed as she stood up. “I’ll be back in a few minutes once I find something to block the door to the stairs and make sure all the windows are locked.”

She had made a mental list of things to check when Alex had been sleeping earlier. Her top priority was safety, so blocking entrances and exits needed to be done first. Then, once she felt they were more secure, she would set some barriers that would make a noise if anyone tried to get in. If she had enough energy after that, she would go through their bags and see what else they could use from the house. Followed by poking around in the kitchen.

True to her word, Madeline came back after she had grunted and fought with the gigantic dryer in the laundry room to shove it in front of the door on the stairs. Alex was solidly out. He hadn’t even had a chance to lay down properly before sleep had claimed him again. It seemed that just the walk inside and up the stairs had wiped him out.

Walking into the room, she moved some pillows around and helped him lie down, chuckling a bit as he muttered something in his sleep. She smoothed his hair back, fingers tracing down his cheek softly before leaving again. She could use the time while he was asleep to get a few more things checked off her list.

The next time Alex awoke, the sun was high in the sky, and he snapped his eyes shut at the unexpected brightness. He pushed up a bit on his arms and twisted his head to the side to look about the room. He spotted Madeline in a chair by the window, engrossed in a book, not realizing he was up.

“How long was I out?” Alex asked as he focused on her form, still squinting a bit.

“Almost a full day, didn’t even wake when I gave you your last shot,” Madeline answered with a grin before she held up the book she had been reading to hide a yawn. “Are you hungry? You haven’t eaten in a few days.” She got up from her spot, snapping the book shut, and came to sit on the bed.

“When was the last time you ate?” Alex asked as he reached out and grabbed her thigh to get her attention, flexing his fingers a bit when she moved to get up. “Slept?” He took in the dark circles under her eyes and sat up, prepared to halt her attempts to get out of his grasp.

He was expecting a shot of pain and winced a bit in preparation, but nothing was there. He felt oddly…normal. Maybe some of his soreness was from lying in the car and not all from being sick. “Madeline,” Alex said a bit stiffly as she pointedly ignored him and wriggled out of his grasp.

“You need to drink as well,” she continued, not listening to him as she tossed a few bottles of Gatorade from the duffle bags onto the bed. “We have fluids if you need them, but you’re on your own for that one.” She was babbling with tiredness, a trait her sister always teased her for. Everyone in the family knew when Madeline was ready for bed because all she wanted to do was talk. “I managed to get everything barricaded. All windows are locked. Found some candles in their hall closet. I thought those would be safe since they don’t give off a whole lot of light. Bit of an odd mix of smells, but,” she shrugged, looking around the room at the collection of candles all around.

“Mads,” Alex tried again as she came around the side of the bed to hold out a selection of food for him. She still wasn’t listening, eyes darting to the drinks still on the end of the bed. When she leaned to get them, he grabbed her wrist. She tugged but didn’t break his hold, and he gently pulled back on her to get her attention. “I can do this for myself. I’m already feeling better.”

It wasn’t a lie.

As he gained more awareness, the longer he was awake, he found he didn’t feel like he was in as much of a fog. His mind was clearer. He didn’t feel the sickly shaking like he had before either. He certainly wasn’t up to full strength, but he also didn’t feel like he would keel over just by walking to the bathroom. Curiously, he twisted his left arm to look at the bandaged bite and found that the red streaks on his skin had fully retreated under the bandage.

“You don’t need to push it,” Madeline argued as she looked at the bandage as well. “Sleep is the best thing for you now. So, get something to eat and lay back down.”

“I’ve slept enough,” Alex answered. “I don’t think I could sleep right now if I tried. Let me take watch for a bit,” he paused as she narrowed her eyes. “I can sit in a chair for a few hours.” He resisted the urge to huff as she crossed her arms disbelievingly over her chest. “Just a few. Get some sleep. If I need you, I’ll wake you up. You haven’t slept properly in days.”

Madeline knew she was going to lose the fight. If he was strong enough to argue, he was strong enough to order her around again. And she was exhausted. There was more of a risk of her falling asleep in the chair on watch than it was for Alex. Even in his state, she knew he would never put their safety, her safety, to chance.

“Just a few, then you wake me up,” she glared at him a bit to get him to agree. When he nodded, she nodded back, watching him disappear into the bathroom. He still limped, but he was moving on his own without much issue, which made her smile faintly. It was a huge difference from when she had found him in the woods.

Shucking off her pants, Madeline bit back her groan of relief as she slipped under the covers. The bed was soft, and as she rolled over, she found the spot Alex had laid in. It was still warm and smelled of him, which only made her bury herself in the bed more. She grinned a bit as she curled around a pillow, listening to him shuffling about in the bathroom, ready to dart out of the bed if he needed her. But he didn’t call out, and after a few moments the exhaustion won, and she was asleep.

Madeline had passed out rather quickly, even for Alex’s prediction. He had lingered in the bathroom longer than needed just to give her some time, and when he popped his head out to look at her, he laughed a bit. All he could see was a lump under the covers and hear her soft, muffled breathing from where she had buried herself. Right in the spot he had been in.

Alex spent his time slowly cleaning himself up, quietly shuffling between the bedroom and the rest of the house so as not to disturb Madeline. He would have killed for a proper shower, but he would take what he could get. Which was a few jugs of water and wiping down with a washcloth and soap. He worked carefully around his wounds while standing in the shower, inspecting each one as he cleaned them.

His leg was healing fairly well, faster than he would have thought. The bite was no longer oozing, either. The chunk was already scabbed, and pink skin was growing back in places. And the wound on his head was barely a raised scratch. It was unnerving. He had seen and had enough of his own gruesome injuries to know something wasn’t right. These should have taken many more days to look even half this healed, yet the marks looked weeks old. Even the black and blue bruise that spread from his cheek to his nose was light yellow. The splits in his lips were completely healed.

“What the hell,” Alex muttered as he continued to assess himself. Something in this virus had to be doing it. The infected didn’t react to pain or injury. Perhaps this virus had healing qualities. Somehow sped up the body’s natural ability. It would explain why the infected didn’t go down no matter how many times you shot them. The only thing that stopped them were shots to the head, and that was only because it destroyed the brain. There was no healing from that.

Washing his hair, not bothering to put the bandage back on that wound, Alex finished up his makeshift bath. He trimmed his beard with what he could find and shaved for the first time in…he couldn’t remember. It made him feel a little more human and less sickly to actually freshen up and put on a clean pair of comfortable clothes. He had grabbed a shirt but decided to forgo it, already back to running hot even without a temperature. And when he looked at his reflection in the mirror as he dried his face, he actually recognized the face looking back at him, save for the red tinge that still lined his irises.

He spent the rest of his time patrolling around the house, poking in the rooms for things to occupy his time, and had a quick spotty call with Price. Then, when he grew tired of exploring, he picked up the book Madeline had been reading earlier and took a seat on the bed next to her under the blankets to read. The area had been quiet of all movement, and they were tightly barricaded inside. He had added a few things of his own to reinforce the two exits, so Alex wasn’t as worried about staring out the window on guard. They would hear anything getting close thanks to the hills amplifying echoes, and the farmhouse itself was decently hidden from prying eyes. Unless you knew it was there, it wasn’t a destination for anyone.

As night fell, and the candles barely gave off enough light to read by, Alex shut the book and set it on the nightstand. Madeline had been asleep for hours now, and he knew she would be frustrated with him if he didn’t wake her. She’d want to check on him, to fuss and force him to eat something even though he wasn’t hungry. But he had agreed to just a few hours.

Peeling the blankets back, he found Madeline curled tightly around a pillow, her back to him as she slept. She had barely moved that whole time, which told him just how exhausted she was. A few more minutes of sleep wouldn’t hurt.

Adjusting a bit, he slipped into the spot next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her against him. She shifted a little, a small huff escaping her lips at being moved. He slid his hand up her side, then arm, and up to her neck to brush the hair there away. He shifted it up above her head before running his knuckles down the side of her neck softly. She still didn’t move. So he laid just as still as her, admiring her and thanking whoever was out there for letting him live to get back to her again.

“Mads,” Alex said quietly after a few minutes as she shifted against him on the fringes of sleep and consciousness. "Are you awake?” he asked quietly as he nuzzled his face up behind her and pressed a kiss where her neck met the back of her shoulder. It was something he had done all those weeks ago without even thinking about it, and then he immediately came up with a million apologies while he waited for her to snap at him. But she hadn’t. And from there, it had quietly turned into their thing. Neither acknowledged it out loud, though he always felt when she arched her neck shyly asking for more.

A small noncommittal noise met his ears. Alex grinned as he brushed his lips over the same spot again. And he felt her shift, as always, giving him more access to her skin even if she didn’t realize it. The collar of the oversized button down sliding away to give him more of a view of her shoulder.

“You told me to wake you up,” he said quietly as he shifted to breathe over the newly exposed skin, his lips barely grazing it. He felt a shiver go down her back, and he bit back a cocky laugh before continuing to talk just to tease her more. “But you don’t need to get up. Everything is fine.” Each word caused his lips to brush over her skin, so lightly it could be denied, but it was enough for goosebumps to erupt.

“Alex?” Madeline muttered, still mostly asleep. She had stirred a bit when she had been tugged against him but didn’t allow herself to wake up fully, instead settling into the warm embrace. She was too comfortable, too relaxed, to want to get up. Tucked safely into the warm bed with Alex’s arm locked around her, Madeline had nowhere else she wanted to be.

“I’m here,” Alex answered. “You made me promise to wake you up, so this is me waking you up,” he said softly, his hand flexing on her stomach as she adjusted this time to get that fraction of an inch closer to him. “But you can go back to sleep,” he explained. “Everything is fine, all quiet. I can stay up. I just didn’t want you to accuse me of not trying,” he smirked, knowing she had rolled her eyes, even if it was figuratively.

“Mmm,” Madeline answered, feeling the heavy pull of sleep dragging her back. “Stay,” she breathed, her arm unlocking from around the pillow to reach down and grab his, holding it as best as she could in her tired state. “’s been quiet every night anyway.” It had been too long since they had been like this, since she had felt his comfort before it all went to hell.

Alex didn’t hesitate. He knew the wise idea would be to get out of bed and douse all the candles. Or to stay up all together and not be distracted. But he wasn’t feeling very wise. Rolling back some, he had to wriggle his hand free of hers to reach for the blanket to cover himself. But Madeline must have been afraid he was leaving because, despite her tired state, she quickly groped behind her to grab at him, her hand landing on his leg.

“Not going anywhere,” Alex assured her, careful to flip the blanket up and avoid one of the candles on the nightstand. “Still right here,” he replied as he twisted back to her again, winding one of his legs between hers and grabbing her hip to pull her flush against him.

“Good,” Madeline said quietly as she felt his broad palm slide over her thigh before going under the flannel shirt she still wore to rest on her stomach. He was in sweats, and she could feel the soft material on her bare legs as he tangled them together. “I’ve missed this,” she added as she leaned back into his chest more, giving him better access to touch her.

Alex grinned as he listened to her half-asleep slurred voice, his fingers tracing idle circles on her stomach. She was tucked far back into his chest now, her head barely grazing the underside of his chin as he continued to explore the expanse of skin she was offering. She was still so soft under his fingers, his hands permanently calloused despite this sped-up healing component of whatever this virus was.

“I’ve missed you,” he said after a moment as he let his hand slide down to trace her hipbone, grazing over the lace elastic band of her underwear.

“Don’t leave me again then,” Madeline answered quietly.

“Deal,” Alex agreed, tilting his head down to press a kiss into her hair.

He was fully prepared to lay in the bed and just hold her while she slept, even if he had to lie still and stare at the flickering candles in silence for hours. If that meant he was there with her, he would take it in any form. Settling in he slid his hand back down toward her underwear to let his fingertips run softly under the elastic this time, using the material as an anchor for his hand. But she shifted at that.

“Sorry, I,” Alex started, instantly pulling his hand off her and moving to back up. Perhaps he had pushed too far.

Madeline smiled to herself. She knew he was doing his best to be polite, to lull her back to sleep and just bask in this, but that’s not what she wanted. She wanted to feel him more, to have him closer. After thinking he was dead so many times, watching him so close to death's doorstep, she swore the reaper was in the car with them; she needed him. Needed to feel his warmth, his caress, listen to his racing heartbeat caused by her and not illness.

She didn’t answer his apology verbally, anyway. Instead, she tugged on her shirt to find the buttons, fumbling with still tired fingers for them. When she found the first one, she tugged. The well worn flannel gave easily, and she pushed the fabric back, moving toward the second one.

It took Alex a few seconds to figure out what she was doing, but only a few. When the first button popped, his arm gently wound back around her and he grabbed her hand to stop her. A silent command to let him as he found the next one and undid it deftly between his thumb and forefinger. He hadn’t planned on this leading down this path but he certainly wasn’t going to turn it away either.

Madeline’s breath caught as he freed the third button without even needing to look, and she swallowed hard as the fourth fell free. The shirt was almost fully undone, one half falling to the bed next to her, the other carefully bunched along Alex’s forearm as his breathing started to come a bit faster in anticipation. She matched it as she watched him work with heavy lidded eyes.

“Are you sure?” Alex asked, ever the gentleman, while his mind was still coherent. The way Madeline arched her back slightly, silently demanding he touch her as he continued his work to undo the button between her breasts, told him his answer. He knew they had to be careful, so fucking careful, because of the infection. The virus was transmitted by blood or saliva, and while he had managed to survive it, it didn’t mean he wasn’t a carrier or not still infected. Which meant many things were off limits. He couldn’t risk her; not even a chaste kiss or getting his mouth on her in other places could happen.

“Madeline,” he started, his tone shifting to more serious as he ran through all the ways this could go wrong. All the ways they would need to be careful.

“I know,” Madeline answered, picking up on the restraint and slight hesitance in his voice. She knew what him being bit meant, what a risk he could be to her. But what they were doing was fine, he wouldn’t put her in danger and she knew they both knew that. “Just touch me, Alex,” Madeline nearly begged as he undid the last button by her collarbone. His hand peeled her shirt away, hooking it around her shoulder to bare her to the still warm air under the blanket. “Please, just,” the words died in her throat as the same hand slid along her collarbone.

Alex shut his eyes for a moment as he listened to her talk, the pleading in her voice. This was not the best idea and every single sense told him to just tug her to him and lay with her as she fell back asleep. But the way she spoke, how she reached up behind her to grab at his neck as if afraid he’d pull back, he didn’t stop. Selfishly he wanted it as badly as she did.

Madeline was barely breathing as he explored, her body wound tight as he pushed at the shirt more to get a better feel. He didn’t give her what she wanted right away, though. Instead, he let his knuckles graze down her ribs, fingers extending to trace along her belly button. He took his time working his way back up in one long stroke, his fingertips grazing up the swell of one breast as she held her breath waiting. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, narrowing in on every spot his skin touched hers. She needed his featherlight touch to turn into something more, for him to take what she was offering to him, begging him to claim.

Still lying behind her, Alex was unable to see just what he was doing and instead relied on memory and feel. Based on her reactions and how she stiffened as his hand slipped up her breast he knew he was doing just fine. And when her impatience won out, and her nails scratched at his scalp as she pulled on him again, he knew she was desperate for more. He granted her a little reprieve, the pads of his fingers briefly passing over her nipple, so she whined in her throat, making him smirk.

The fact he was still alive to experience this again was beyond comprehension, enough so that it made him wonder if this whole thing was a fever-induced hallucination. That in reality he was really still half dead in the back of the car, just waiting to turn. But the way Madeline rolled her hips so her ass pressed tight against where he was already growing hard pulled him from that thought. He was very much awake and in bed with a woman who wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

Madeline could feel him. Feel him dig into her as she rolled her hips again and how he grunted a bit behind her. She pulled his head back to her neck and sighed as he pressed his lips to her skittering pulse. She wanted more, needed more, and attempted to roll so she could grab him properly, but Alex stopped her. His hand sliding to grip her hip and dig into the sensitive spot there.

“You wanted me to touch you,” Alex said quietly, his breath warm on her neck, holding her still. “So let me touch you.” His voice was low, a soft command that he knew would only further her enticement. She listened though, letting her body twist back and relax against him as he shifted to press his knee up a fraction of an inch. That’s all he needed to get that soft little gasp out of her, knowing he was putting friction right at the apex of her thighs.

Alex was right. She wanted his hands all over her, touching her, grabbing at her. And when he resumed his exploration and pressed up into her just enough, she shut her eyes to bask in the feel. Madeline knew if she rushed him, he would stop, but the disappointed whine she let out as his fingers once again skimmed over her breasts couldn’t be helped. Based on the feel of his lips on her shoulders she knew he was grinning at her suffering.

When Alex felt her practically vibrating with anticipation, her breath catching if he even came close to more than skimming over her skin, he finally relented. Let his hand cup her breast and squeeze. He bit back his own groan as she arched up, pushing her hips down into his, and let out a satisfied sigh. He didn’t ease up his hold as he continued, adding more pressure and pinching her nipple lightly as she pushed against his palm.

Between his hand and his knee grinding up into her Madeline felt the familiar flush of pleasurable warmth spreading through her. She was unashamed as she pushed back against him, on him, and made it her mission to get him to pant along with her. Hooking her foot behind his calf, she gave him more room to push up into her. And when his knee hit that perfect spot, she rolled her head to groan into the pillow.

Alex needed more of that. More of her moans, more of her using him for her pleasure. But to get it he would need better access and her face away from the pillows.

Deftly, before Madeline could really figure out what he was doing, Alex rolled her on top of him and shifted up the bed. In this position he was reclined on the pillows with her partially down his chest due to their size difference. As Madeline gained her bearings, Alex tucked her head between his collarbone and shoulder and used his own legs to kick hers out so they were hooked over his shins, effectively spreading her to the chilled air. When she reached down toward the bed with her hands to push herself up and slide closer, Alex didn’t let her. He grabbed her hips to keep her solidly pressed against him and bent his knees just a bit to get her to do the same.

“Stay like this,” Alex said quietly, tilting his head down so his breath caressed the shell of her ear. “I want to see you,” he grinned, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

Madeline stopped adjusting at his words and instead flicked her eyes up to him. Everything was on display in this position. The red flannel shirt fell open easily, and she knew the underwear left little for Alex’s imagination in the dim candlelight. She didn’t look at herself though, nor at his fingers that now roamed over the curve of her inner thighs and over the v of her hips. She continued to watch his eyes, nearly burning from the inside out at the intense need she saw in his gaze as he took her in. But the thing that nearly sent her over the edge was when his fingers brushed over the thin lace at her center. Not at the touch, it was still too light to be anything but a tease, but at the way his pupils flared at what he found there.

The candles in the room were throwing long shadows on the walls and bed, barely giving off enough light to see a few feet in front of them. But that was all Alex needed to see Madeline pressed against him. See how her chest heaved as he peered down her body from over her shoulder. Watch as she flinched lightly as his fingers traced over sensitive spots on her legs. And how her eyes locked on his face in curious fascination, and perhaps a bit of smugness, at how he was barely holding it together as he drank her in.

Daring to press at the final barrier on her body, Alex let his hand cup over Madeline’s center to feel the heat and warmth of her need. The lace floral design had so many thin spots and holes that Alex didn’t even need to push the material to the side to notice the wetness. She was hot, pliant, and already so slick for him he knew he could have her screaming in a matter of minutes. Fuck this fucking virus. He wanted to just slide the strip of cloth to the side and settle her over him in one swift movement. Let her ride him like this, where he could hold her close to him and watch as she fell apart on him. But he couldn’t, so he would take the next best thing.

“Ungh, Alex,” Madeline barely gasped out as he pushed the lace to the side and plunged his fingers through her folds. He was keeping it just as slow and methodical as he had done when he wound her up before, and she fisted her hands into his sweats for the need to hold onto something. She looked down to watch as his fingers worked, how his broad palm took up the soft circling pressure on her clit so the pads of his fingers could press against her entrance. She groaned in her throat and rolled her hips to match his movements, and perhaps to force him to sink into her.

“Just us here,” Alex said as he lifted the hand that had been on her hip to pull her bottom lip free where she had been biting down on it in restraint. “No need to be quiet.” He smirked as he ran his thumb along her bottom lip, still teasing her clit with his palm waiting for her to whine again. When she squirmed, he pressed a finger in to the first knuckle, and Madeline let out a soft gasp. He took his opportunity to hook his thumb to press down on her tongue so the accompanying sigh echoed around the room. “There we go,” he praised as she darted her eyes up to his face before arching up as he pushed his finger in fully. “Let me hear you.”

She was going to combust just from his voice. It was a low rasp that felt like it was raking along her nerves in time with the slow pump of his finger. Everything was on fire. Everywhere he had touched her to amp her up was sensitive to the cool air and his hand that had moved to gently cup her jaw to keep her head pressed back to his chest felt like a brand. He was fully in control of her, of the situation, and she was all too willing to let him continue to take the reins as long as he didn’t stop.

Alex added another finger without resistance, and when Madeline bared down on him to add more pressure, he gave it back. Each press in then pull back had her moaning with an increased cadence and Alex also groaned as she breathed out his name. He liked hearing her call his name, the way it sounded coming from her lips in any form, but this was his favorite. A slight pleading in her tone as she careened toward that freefall. Pleading because she needed him to get her there.

“Fu-Alex,” Madeline gasped as she bowed against his chest, his hand still holding her face so she couldn’t look away from him. His eyes snapped up from watching his work, where he caught a glimpse of something glistening on his hand, to look at her face. The grin he gave her was the final undoing. It was an easy, cocky, one that she had come to know over the past few weeks. One he gave her when he was right or when he teased her. And right now, when he knew he was the reason she was white knuckling the fabric of his pants to keep some semblance of reality.

“That’s it,” Alex taunted just a bit because he enjoyed the way her eyes fluttered at his praises. “Roll your hips just like,” he cut off with a groan as she moved, grinding against his still restrained cock. “Just like that,” he finished as he felt her release. Her legs fought to clamp shut, muscles tensing as the pleasure washed through her, and she gasped at the ceiling. Watching her fall apart was almost enough for him, but the way she pressed down on him, asking for the pleasure to continue, kept Alex on that razor sharp edge.

Madeline watched Alex’s face, the way his jaw clenched as she rolled her hips on him and how his eyes shuttered for a moment. He was fighting to keep his concentration but she knew her movements were distracting him in the best way possible. Then, when his hand on her throat moved to grab her hip to help her move over him, she knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep control for long. His desire was winning out, and she wanted him to lose it. To let go even if it was for a few moments, to take what he needed because he always did for others. Always took care of her first, took care of everyone else but himself.

“What do you want?” Madeline asked in a shaky whisper as his fingers scissored in her causing her to buck up a bit.

“This,” Alex answered as he bent to kiss at her shoulder. “You like this,” he answered as his hand on her side pushed and pulled her over him. He was painfully hard and the rubbing pressure was making him bite back a grunt of pleasure that was almost bordering on agony as he fought to stay present. He couldn’t lose control, couldn’t give in to the carnal need that was right below the skin. But he wanted her. Wanted to pin her down on the bed and get her to scream his name out as he fucked her senseless. Wanted to watch as her eyes rolled up with yet another orgasm as she clawed at his back for a reprieve as he hiked her knee up to get even deeper.

“Alex,” Madeline breathed as he slipped his fingers from inside of her to rub the slick over her center in wide circles. “Can we-?” She huffed as he spread his hand to open her more to him, finding the rigid head of her clit and flicking it with his thumb. She wasn’t going to be able to get the words out as he did it again and her whole body twitched from the overstimulation.

“Can we what?” Alex taunted when she pulled him from his thoughts of driving into her hard enough she couldn’t catch her breath. She didn’t answer, her voice seemingly lost for a moment as he started small circles on her clit again. Instead, her hand came up to grab the one he had on her hip. He eased up his movements, afraid he had grabbed too hard or was being too aggressive.

“I want to see you better,” Madeline confessed as she looked back and up at him. He hesitated for a moment, seemingly trying to make his mind focus on what she was asking. When it seemed to sink in, the hand between her legs came to rest on the inside of her thigh. Madeline knew he was going to give her whatever she wanted. As always.

Shifting Madeline twisted on the bed and threw a leg on either side of his hips. This was easier and facing one another was much more intimate. Shrugging her shoulders, she let the flannel fall down to pool in the crook of her elbows for a moment before she peeled it off to fall behind her.

Even like this, Alex was still a fair bit taller, but he shifted back on the pillows some so that they were more on eye level, though his eyes weren’t on hers. Not yet. They were combing over her breasts, lingering where her nipples were peaked from arousal and the chill, before moving down to look where their bodies were connected through the clothes.

It was her turn to explore, to feel his skin under hers. Laying her hands flat on the muscles of his stomach, she slid her hands slowly up, her fingers feeling each ridge and line of his body. As she pushed up his chest, she curled her fingers a bit to get a grip on the muscles, nails scratching at the skin that was no longer ghastly white from sickness. Then she rolled her hips sinfully slow, sliding right up his length that pressed up tight against her core. When Alex dropped his head back for a moment to enjoy the feeling she did it again, pressing him down into the bed that much more.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Alex said as his hands grabbed at her waist to keep her half arched on him, knowing in this position, she was grinding her clit right over his head. “Don’t stop,” he said again as Madeline continued her movements, her breasts bouncing slightly as she rode on him. The way she looked at him, how her hair hung around her face and the almost shy little pants she was making as she found the right spot for herself made Alex groan. It had been years since he had anyone grind on him like this, with barriers of clothes separating what they really wanted. Yet it made it feel more intense in a way. Knowing, or hoping, that this was just a temporary tease and that he’d have her eventually how he wanted her. Then all of this longing would make it that much better.

Madeline didn’t let her eyes slip from his, watching as he gazed up at her in the dark. His hands cradled her waist as she continued to move, and when her nails dug into his shoulders, he twisted to place a kiss on the inside of her wrist. Despite not having that final connection, this still felt like the most intensely intimate thing she had done in her life. Seeing how his eyes fought to keep open, to keep on her, as she drove her hips down on him over and over again. She was going to get off on just this alone, on watching him look up at her with such fierce adoration and need.

There. Fuck he was there. And as he arched his hips up and felt the warmth and wetness seep through the cloth of his sweats he was done for. If he had been a man who was ever ashamed, perhaps he would have been embarrassed about coming while still clothed. But he wasn’t. It was hot as hell to have Madeline riding him like this, knowing she was so desperate for him, she was soaking through two barriers.

“Mads,” Alex groaned as he jammed his thumb into the soft spot of her hips and moved her over him at his own pace to finish. She had moved her hands to the bed on either side of his face and was hovering so close he could feel her breath as she let out incoherent words. “Mads fuck, I can feel you’re soaking. You going to come for me again?” He babbled into her ear as she slumped forward even further. She was whining and fighting for purchase, or perhaps a bit of sanity, as she pushed and pulled at the sheets to give her leverage to get that final bit of friction. But the grunt he let out as she bit his shoulder seemed to be all she needed as she keened, pressing down and rocking her hips so hard on him she was able to finish pumping him on her own through the clothes.

Madeline collapsed fully on his chest, not caring as she felt the wetness all over the inside of her thighs from herself and probably Alex. But Alex was ever vigilant and he reached down to cup her ass and drag her up so her pelvis rested on his lower stomach, far enough away from the mess she knew was seeping through his pants.

Josephine and the CDC had indicated blood and salvia were the carriers but she was fairly certain no one had tested any other sort of bodily fluids to see if they were also carriers. It had been a risk, still was, but Madeline found she didn’t care at the moment. She hadn’t felt this relief in days and as she clung to Alex, feeling him panting still under her she deemed it all worth it.

Not needing to fill the silence, Alex ran his hands up and down Madeline’s back, gently swiping her hair away so he could press soft kisses on any skin he could reach. She was clinging to him hard as she came down and before her heated skin could cool and chill her, he tugged the blankets up over them. He needed to clean up and change but the deadweight of Madeline on him kept him there, the pressure a comfort as she twisted to tuck her face into his neck.

As Madeline drifted off, he lay still, feeling her soft breaths in his ear and the way her hands clung to him weakly as if afraid he’d slip away. That was enough for Alex to tell her quietly he wasn’t leaving her side again no matter what, and in her sleep, he swore he caught a glimpse of a smile.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #call of duty #call of duty fanfic #cod #my fc #alex keller fanfic #alex keller cod #cod alex #alex keller x oc #a reason to try

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leaves-and-inks · 2 years ago

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🍁🐓A Haunted Harvest🐓🍁

Happy autumn everyone!! I hope you're all doing well!! Had a minute to breathe from school to finish formatting this!! Here's a little series I did in one of my classes as part of the visual development of a project of mine :) It may also end up in my school portfolio too to showcase the process, I'm not too sure. I'm reaching a point where I'll probably end up adding work I've done here to it. So far I've kept things pretty separate and not tied to any of my school or professional work, but that's becoming slightly impractical as I look for internships and whatnot. That being said, it will be very rare I add any of that stuff here, it'll be more likely I use this work in my portfolio instead. anyways, ramble over haha.

This was a lot of fun to do!! at the time of making it, I really wanted to test out a new inking style, one I've incorporated in my other pieces since :) for the final project, i did end up doing something somewhat similar, but in a more painterly style with line art. Aaaaand I was advised to make the chicken happier, which did make sense for the final application haha. But I love my haunted little chicken buddy ^^

[ID: Three white papers in a line with illustrations on them partially covered in leaves on leaf covered grass. the two outermost illustrations are tall, narrow pieces of paper, while the center page is a square. From left to right, the illustrations are a lettuce plant with roots, a chicken head, and a carrot with leaves and smaller root structures at the tip. are are drawn in black ink, and colored with yellow, red, and blue inks. they are also surrounded by black, yellow, red, and blue hash marks throughout the page to imitate a block print. the chicken head face left and slightly down, it's beak opened.

Image 2: A hand holding the previously described illustrations over a grassy, leaf covered pack ground. instead of the previous order however, they are held in a splayed out pattern like a deck of cards, the rightmost image being on top. from right to left, the order is carrot, lettuce, and chicken. the hand comes in from the bottom right of the frame, and is white, has black nail polish and a gray sweatshirt sleeve.

Image 3: Illustration of a chicken in black, blue, and red ink head on a white background covered in the same colored hash marks. the chicken faces left, it's head tilted downward with an open beak and blank stare. it's beak is predominately yellows, while parts of its face, full comb, and wattles, are mostly red. it's eye is yellow, and its body is mostly white. all areas of the chicken have yellow, blue, abs red in them to differing degrees. the outline of the chicken has wavering, disconnected lines surrounding it.

Image 4: Illustrations of the lettuce and the carrot, left to right, on white pages overlaid on a black background. they have the same style line are and colors as the chicken piece. No one color out of the yellow, red, and blue takes up either drawing. however the carrot is more saturated than the lettuce.

Image 5: close-up on the chicken's head. details in the face, such as the skin and feather texture, are more apparent. it crops at the tip of the beak, cutting the lower part of it off at the end, halfway up the comb, and before the neck truly begins.

Image 6: crop focusing on the leaves of the carrot illustration. most of them are in frame, with the exception of the tips. the top quarter of the carrot is also in frame

Image 7: close up on the root structure of the lettuce plant. most of the roots are in frame, with the exception of the very ends of them. the crop also shows the lower half of the lettuce leaves /end ID]

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fangisms · 3 years ago

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sharing a bed

A/N: I AM CREATING A LITTLE MINI ONGOING SERIES specifically for tropes that i adore like THIS ONE: sharing a bed trope. i could melt (PS the becca story is based off a true story that happened to my cousins, and it felt appropriate hehe) Summary: You're cold, Bucky's a living heater. Need I say more? 1.2k words Warnings: fluff, fluff, more fluff, sharing a bed, cuddling, nervous/borderline horny Bucky

You should have made this decision before your fingertips went numb. North Dakota's November found you freezing. In basketball shorts and a crewneck, no less. You should have been in California by now, but Bucky has been dragging his feet since Maine. Though, he does drive more than half the time, so it's a sacrifice you had been willing to take.

There's no snow on the ground, but you can feel the beginnings of it on the damp pavement. Your socks are soaked through, and you cringe making a mental note to burn them. You cross your arms over your chest and tuck your fingers under your armpits, jaw clacking as you shiver. The heater in your room scuttled hurriedly to a wheezing stop five minutes after whacking it alive.

Now you're shifting from left to right outside Bucky's door with your blood about to run purple. He hollered something through the door when you knocked the second time. It was either a it's unlocked or a don't come in and you don't trust your hearing enough to distinguish between the two at midnight.

"Bucky," you whine, resting your forehead just below the peephole and trying to shake the slow beating sound from your ears. You lift your head. Footsteps then a rattling chain, and he whips the door open.

"Why are you up?"

"What?" How could he be annoyed right now when you're freezing your ass off and you can practically feel the heat rolling out of his room in waves. "I'm cold."

"Well... what am I supposed to do about that?"

You roll your eyes and glare up at him. You could swear he's doing it on purpose. You could swear he's making mental bets just to play with you. Right now he's betting all his cash on who'll crack first. His bet's on you. It always is.

"James, I swear to fucking God—I will walk back to Brooklyn if you don't—"

"Jesus, don't have an aneurism, doll. Come in," he mumbles. You follow him into the little square motel room: one bed, one table, half a bathroom. Plus a TV that only plays soaps and, half the time, crackles with static. The door shuts, and you sigh. You're swaddled by heat; the blood gushes back into the tip of your nose. You can feel your joints again.

"Take this." He tosses a coat at you. At you. It's heavy and green and thick. It's army grade. "Put it on." So you put it on and zip it up. He chuckles at the sight of you because the jacket is massive: down to your knees, quarter-foot past your fingertips. It dwarfs you. It's incredible.

"I feel like a gym teacher."

"What?"

"It's a... mm, never mind," you hum, "'M tired." Your eyes sink shut, and he watches you from the bed, entertained by your sleep-standing act. For a second, he thinks you're actually gonna fall asleep like that. But then your eyes snap wide open and he looks away.

Bucky shuffles under the sheets, and you watch him curiously through the window of the coat's hood. You suppose you'd missed the fact that he's wearing only boxers, completely shirtless with his cropped hair messily flared around his head. You start to sweat.

He looks up when you whine. "What now?"

"... It's hot."

"You're killin' me, doll."

"I know, I'm sorry," you huff, hands fiddling the flannel insides of the hot jacket sleeves. He watches you struggle to glance at the floor and becomes flush with pity for you. He sighs.

"Alright, hon, take that off and c'mere. We'll get ya warm, hmm? Come here."

You flail your arm before latching onto the metal zipper tab and tugging it down with a hissing bzzzz. Bucky watches you relax and let the coat slump to the floor before you peel your socks off and toss them in the small metal trashcan by the door. You pad your way to the empty side of the bed and pat the moth-eaten comforter a few times, smoothing your hand over the soft cotton.

"Don't be shy now. I probably won't bite," he teases.

"You piss me off, Barnes."

"Oh, feel free to freeze your ass off in your room, sweetheart. I'm doin' you a favor."

You harrumph and swing your legs onto the mattress, sliding yourself under the sheets and tucking the blankets under your chin. You face the door, and Bucky settles in beside you, leaving a comfortable six inches of space between you. He faces the wall.

"Night, Bucky."

"Goodnight."

You don't know when you fell asleep, and you don't know when Bucky got so close. Or when you turned around. What you do know is that Bucky runs red hot in the middle of the night. Or maybe all the time, but you've never been skin-to-skin in the day. Hell could freeze over and Bucky would still be an inferno.

Sometime between two and three, you tossed around and ended up facing him as he creeped closer unconsciously. His hands felt empty in dreams about dancing, so he reached into the darkness and tucked his fingers into the crooks of your knees to draw you into his warm body. On instinct—and because you're still in need of thawing—you curl into him and let your heart beat comfortably alongside his.

Bucky's a talker. He's a vocal sleeper. Good thing his deal was talking. Becca got saddled with sleep walking, and he remembers Ma asking him to install an extra lock high up to keep her from wandering out at twilight. Again. They'd found her mumbling at a brick wall half a block away one night and decided it was for the best.

Now he's rambling on about goats, describing their rough coats as he nuzzles into your navel. His palm spread over your back, he keeps you close, taut to every bit of his body, your leg draped over his waist.

He moans. Loud. And you shift in your sleep, fingers moving to cup the back of his head, brushing through his soft hair. His scalp is hot, and you sigh lazily as you melt further into his tight skin and smooth muscle. If either of you had woken up, it would've been a bloodbath. But for now, it's peaceful, and a dove coos from a lamppost outside.

A couple of times, you open your eyes but find yourself so disoriented, you can't bother to assume it's anymore than a dream and pass out again. At the crack of dawn, Bucky's lashes flutter open, and each of his veins flows with new life and the rising sun. It takes a second for him to realize he's breathing in the warmth of your skin. And he doesn't hate it.

He falls back asleep.

In the morning, you're both too busy adjusting to central standard time to register that you'd been pressed up close and personal all night. Too busy to acknowledge the comfort you both found in each others arms. And hands.

Over breakfast at the twenty-four-hour diner, he smiles meekly, and you blink down at your short stack like nothing happened. Like nothing ever will.

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #fluff #good vibes all around #one shot #cuddling #sharing a bed #there was only one bed #hehe

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orcabouttown · 2 years ago

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This week: Archery, and why I do not respect it. As with the handheld weapons post I will reiterate that debate will not only be discouraged but actively punished via combat.

Long long ago we had a simple means of settling our disputes - grab a large item and beat the fuck out of each other with it. This started with the humble rock, then a club, a primitive axe or hammer, then not so primitive axes and hammers, then swords, maces, flails, spears, battlehammers, nunchucks, just about anything really.

Two parties with a score to settle would square up and beat the shit out of each other until one or more could no longer continue due to death, dismemberment or similar impairment. This method of conflict resolution was also a great means of procuring food from larger animals in our territory, specifically by using those weapons to turn them into food. Strength matched strength, skill decided the fate of a warrior, and then some pussy invented archery.

Don’t get me wrong, I know projectiles have always been a part of our repertoire, before we used a stone to bash we probably tried to chuck it as well. If you can chuck something at someone and do some damage then fair play to you, that’s a spur of the moment gamble that could have panned out really badly and you’re lucky it didn’t.

Archery, however, is the conscious decision to remove yourself from the battle as much as possible while taking potshots like a dick and acting like you’re contributing.

Picture this, you spend years training for war, mastering the sword, spear, and axe, riding day and night to practice horseback fighting, training to be strong enough to run in your armour and fight like a demon. You pull up to the battlefield ready to bring pride to your homeland, and then THUNK. Some prick a quarter mile away and his buddies decided to just launch a bunch of pointy sticks up into the sky like Retro Lawn Darts and played a numbers game as to who would hit you.

I ask you, how is that fair? How can you face your ancestors in the next life and tell them, “Well I honestly have no clue how well I was going to do because someone rolled a D20 and sniped me before I could do any damage.” Answer: it’s not fair at all! It’s the equivalent of playing Mortal Kombat 9 with your girlfriends roommate who always picks Noob Saibot and always spams his teleporting move which is basically impossible to block, and she acts like it’s a mistake but really, who makes a mistake the exact same way 30 times in a row? Who I ask you? Her, and archers.

And yeah, fine, it looks coooool or whatever when you see an archer nail a sick shot because it’s a sKiLl tHeY’Ve MasTeRed but all they’ve mastered is being a top tier shitter and ruin everyone else’s fun time on the battlefield.

“But Mr Orc!,” you’ll whinge, “orcs use bows too! I’ve seen it!” And you’re right, some do. The term for them is Cowards. You’d think when Bolg struck Kili with a morgul shaft I was cheering him on wouldn’t you? Nope. Kili, unlike Bolg, actually had some balls and was tearing it up with a sword and dropping bodies like a clumsy mortician. Bolg only solidified his cringe status by wussing out and shooting him rather than run up on him with a blade.

You owe your opponents a fair shot in equal combat, and if you think it’s acceptable to half ass it by shooting at them from out of stabbing range you have all the honour of a Republican. Archers are guys who sleep with socks on, enjoy pineapple pizza, say shit like, “You’ve got a case of the Mondays!”, repost art and crop out the artists name, restart a game when they’re losing, and generally they chew with their mouths open and wear crocs. These are objective facts and not up for debate.

Remember, if you rock a quiver, I’m stealing your liver.

Until next time Brethren.

#orc #fantasy #medieval weapons #archery #the hobbit #kili #bolg #legolas #I want to make clear these are probably not objective facts and archers probably aren’t all mouth breathing foot scratchers #probably #but most likely

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sidespart · 4 years ago

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The Fall of King Romulus Part 2

Summary: Twin Princes Remus and Romulus are cursed at birth with Honesty and Obedience. When Romulus, who cannot disobey any order, is told to kill his brother the next time he lays eyes on him, he changes his name to Roman and runs away. Roman joins up with a misfit group of adventures and plans to never return to his homeland. But the fae have other plans for him...

Warnings (for whole fic not necessarily individual chapters): Violence, mind whammying/memory altering, curse of obedience related consent issues, references to sex, references to war related injuries/PTSD, references to child abuse/neglect (YMMV on that one but just in case), antagonstic-but-not-exactly villian!Janus, Extremly-moraly-dubious-but-not-exacty-unsympathetic-Remus

Pairings: Mostly Platonic LAMP and all the found family feels. Could be read as pre-slash.

Prologue Chapter 1

“Young Sir! Come look at this! A beautiful gift for your sweetheart, no?”

Logan bit back a curse as Roman, once again, slipped form his side and almost skipped towards the merchants stall.

They had finally left the forest earlier that morning. Barley a quarter- mile beyond the tree line the path merged with the great eastern road, already heaving with traders wagons heading to Steveange for the monthly market. Roman had gone to work immediately, finding an exhausted looking couple and charming them into exchanging a ride in the back of their cart for a selection of songs to soothe their gaggle of bored children.

Even Logan, no lover of music, could admit that Romans voices was objectively pleasing. Even the wailing baby settled down under the effects of his lullaby.

The closer they got to the city gates the more densely packed the road became, to the point where their pace might have been improved by walking. But the rest was welcome and the sun was still high in the sky by the time they had finally made it to the city square. They might even have made it to their target in good time, had Patton not insisted that they stay to help the family unload every box and crate from their cart before moving on.

Patton stood nearly seven foot tall, with shoulders to match and the patience of a Raspanzean monk. Moving him when he had decided not to move was difficult at the best of times. Currently, with a good deed in need of doing and no less than three small children clambering all over him, it was going to be impossible.

Logan looked at Virgil for support.

Virgil was already manhandling the smallest sack of produce down from the cart, under close supervision of a surly looking nine year old.

Logan looked back at Patton. Patton had somehow acquired a fourth child, and was swinging the small boy gently back and forth with one giant arm.

Logan sighed.

Eventually they agreed that Patton and Virgil would stay to help the family, and then set about finding the four of them somewhere to sleep. Logan and Roman would head down the main street, complete their mission and return with, hopefully, enough coin to let them settle here for at least a weeks rest.

Which Logan would have no problem with. Except that the monthly market seemed far larger than when Logan had visited the city as a young apprentice. The city square was packed with stalls filled with meat, produce, spices and enough live animals to generate a stink so strong even Patton and his twice broken nose winced. The main road meanwhile was filled with more temporary looking stalls offering books, jewellery and potions of every colour alongside the usual clothing and home wear. These continued the whole length of the road from the square to the city temple and even spilled over into the side streets and thoroughfares of the city proper.

All of which apparently meant Roman couldn’t walk for more than two minutes without stopping to gawk at whatever gaudy display was on offer or chat with the seller.

“Roman!” he caught up with the wayward bard at a jewellers stall, where a heavy set man with salt and pepper hair was holding up an extremely impractical looking necklace for him to inspect

“Oh there you are specs” Roman grinned at him, “have you seen Master Galvenets wares? Look how shiny!”

“Is this your sweetheart?” The jeweller – presumably Master Galvenet – grinned at Logan with far too many teeth and reached below the makeshift counter top, “Then may I suggest this one instead – to match his eyes?”

The necklace he presented was even bigger than the last. With blue glass masquerading as the sapphires surrounded by enough ostentatious filigree to decorate a dukes bed chamber. Logan stared, momentarily struck dumb by his own disdain.

Roman nudged him, waggling his eyebrows and giving him a lecherous grin “What do you think sweetie? It does match your eyes.”

Logan blanched. Turning quickly to the seller her snapped out “We are NOT together. And also - we’re, extremely poor. And not interested.”

He grabbed Roman’s wrist and proceeded to drag the giggling bard with him back towards the main street. “Can you try to focus?” Logan glared at him, “remember this package is time sensitive.” Superstitiously, Logan patted his pocket, feeling the shape of the vial they had been entrusted to transport to Steveange still safely stored inside.

Roman failed to look chastened. “Logan, it’s a herb. And we we’re asked to deliver it within a week – it’s only been five days! Your forest short cut worked, alright, the worlds not going to end if we stop to appreciate some fine wares on our way.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “You consider Master Galvenet’s works, ‘fine wares’?”

Now Roman had the grace to look a little sheepish “They had a charm of their own.”

Logan hmphed. “They were very clearly fake.”

“Oh?” Roman linked their arms together, tugging him back into the steady stream of south bound shoppers, “How could you tell?”

Logan told him.

The ensuring lecture took them the rest of the way down main street, and into the rabbit warren of alleyways that branched out behind the city’s temple.

Even here, there were traders. Many had their wares spread out on blankets on the ground instead of stalls, but they seemed less inclined to call over whilst the two of them walked together deep in discussion and so, mercifully, there was less opportunities for Roman to get distracted.

“A festival?” Roman suggested. Logan shrugged, it was possible, something was certainly occurring to draw such an enormous throng.

Eventually, Logan had to admit that his boyhood memories were not enough to navigate every twist and turn of the city streets and Roman stepped away from him to ask a couple for directions. Logan took the chance to study him, but whatever fit of irrationality had led to him wandering back through half the forest the previous night seemed to have past. Even the scratches on his hands and arms had healed almost completely overnight, helped along by a generous slathering of healing salve from Virgil.

(Logan had, at the time, pointed out that the healer was using up rather a lot of their dwindling supply for an extremely minor injury. Virgil had hissed at him)

Roman was often contradictory. He would spend a day whining about his need for beauty sleep but then stay up till the early hours to fulfil every song request from whatever crowd they managed to gather. He fussed with his makeup and performance clothing as much as a lady at court, but kept his hair cropped unfashionably short and made no effort to seek out high class patrons who could have kept him in silks and finery. He was talented enough with a lute to spend the social season entertaining upper class lords, and talented enough with a sword to spend the rest of his time as a body guard or becomes some towns local hero. Instead he travelled with them.

“You know, I’m fairly sure there were some gentlemen painting miniatures on the main road, if you want to keep staring at me that is.”

Logan flushed, caught. “Don’t be insufferable.”

“You don’t pay me enough for that” Roman grinned cheekily.

This was an old joke. Virgil had originally found Roman, and hired him as a body guard and escort for a three day trip through a bandit ridden mountain pass. Three weeks and many diversions later, they had emerged on the other side of the mountain. Roman had become as much a part of the group as any of the others and had stayed to travel with them as a friend rather than a hire.

Logan was glad of it. Most of the time.

“Did you get the directions?”

“I did, I had to ask three people before I found someone who recognised the address – the city’s full of tourists!”

The woman who opened the door looked like the word crone ha been invented especially for her. Her grey hair stuck out from a shoddily tied scarf and her face looked like at any moment it might collapse under the weight of her own frown. She scowled at the pair of them, looking like she already learned everything there was to know about them from one glance and found it all spectacularly unimpressive.

“What do you want?” She snapped.

Logan resisted the urge to smooth down his waistcoat like he was presenting to a lecturer and stepped forward.

“Good afternoon. We have been sent by Madam Valarie to –“

This, if anything, seemed to make the scowl deepen.

“My sister? What does that witch want?”

“To deliver you …this”

With a flourish Logan produced the vial and held it aloft. The thin shaft of light spilling from the doorway made the red herb glow a burning orange in the dim of the alley.

“And you think I’m dramatic.”

“Shush.”

Needlessly dramatic or not, he had the woman’s attention. She reached towards the vial with trembling hands but Logan drew back before she could make contact.

“Your sister paid us half, with the promise of the second half on delivery.” Reaching into a different pocket he produced an envelope and held it out. “She told us to give you this – it should validate our story.”

The woman muttered something decidedly uncomplimentary under her breath but accepted the envelope. Without speaking further she turned and retreated into the hovel, leaving the door open behind her

The two men exchanged a glance, and then Roman deftly stepped around Logan to walk in first, one hand on his sword.

He needn’t have bothered, the short hallway opened up to small kitchen, where every conceivable surface was covered with books, scrolls and bric-a-brac. Three of the four walks were taken up with shelving where kitchen ingredients and appliances sat shoulder to shoulder with ornaments, candles and what looked like half a taxidermy ostrich.

If the old woman had hired muscle ready to take to leap out and take the herb by force, they would have had a hard time finding space to stand.

“My sister claims this was picked under the glow of a full moon.”

Logan nodded, “that is what we were given to understand.”

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, “For this to be worth the price it needs to be used within ten days of the moon’s glow, my sisters village is two weeks ride away on the eastern road.”

“We came through the forest.” Logan explained, “Also, I sealed the herb in a pre-sterilised sample jar – the lack of air exposure should help it retain its freshness far beyond its normal time frame!”

The was a silence. The woman was now looking at Logan not with suspicion, but with the exasperation of a teacher whose student has just said something rather stupid.

Logan crossed his arms.

“If you look at the specimen carefully you will notice no discoloration or other signs of degradation – this method can be used to prolong the lifespan of most vegetation and-“

She interrupted him by laughing, an awful crows call of a noise, and held up a hand for silence.

“You are obviously quite uneducated.” she told him cheerfully “And you are bothering Mittens.”

“I beg your pardon I- wait what?”

“YOWCH!”

Logan spun round, as much as he could in the cramped space, only to find Roman desperately trying to relinquish a scrambling ball of fur back onto one of the high shelves. The cat had already dug its claws deep enough into the bards wrist to draw blood, and was currently clinging on for dear life as Roman waved his hand around like Patton trying to kill a spider.

“My apologies Master Mittens” Roman told the cat a few moments later, after Logan and the crone had finally convinced it to release him “I thought you were a hat.”

“Why must you touch things.” Logan hissed and was surprised by a much gentler laugh from their hostess.

“Aw now, Mittens is not the most dangerous thing you could have touched in my kitchen. Here. Drink.”

Logan blinked as she shoved hot cup into his hands. Its contents was extremely dark and disturbingly viscous. A few drops glopped over the side, singeing his finger. He held it as far from his body as he possibly could.

“And for you?” She held up a second cup towards Roman who smiled politely but shook his head ‘no’

“No thank you, Madam.”

“We’re both fine.” Logan said firmly, putting the cup down on one of the first patches of exposed surface he could find. “If you wouldn’t mind completing our transaction we will take our leave of this…place.”

She looked at him for one long moment and then turned back to Roman.

“Your friend says you passed through the Serpents Forrest”

Logan frowned - “That’s not what the locals called it.”

“Well that’s who lives there.” The crone snapped without turning around, “One of the darker fae. I’m not surprised he” – she jerked her chin back towards Logan – “ got through alright, since the gods look after fools.”

“Excuse me!”

“But how did you manage?”

Roman juts shrugged, eyes sparkling with mirth at Logan’s outraged expression. “We saw no one Madam, but if we had done - I carry iron.”

That rusted hunk of junk Logan thought, but the crone was nodding approvingly

“A clever boy” she patted Roman cheek, “I thought so when I heard your accent – you’re from beyond the mountains.”

Logan frowned. He was not gifted when it came to interpreting expressions, but he thought Romans smile had suddenly become very fixed.

“So are you.” Roman replied softly.

There was a moments quiet whilst the two looked at each other and Logan tried not to roll his eyes out of his own head. All they needed to do was a simple swap of coin for produce and instead Roman had manged to find the only other grown adult in Steveange who still believed in fairies.

Whatever northerner to northerner communication was happening seemed to pass, and the crone reached past Roman to pull a small burlap sack from the shelf. Mittens took the opportunity to skitter across her arm and settle himself on her shoulder.

“Here you are then.” She tipped the sack out on top of an open tome, producing three cloves of garlic and a hefty pile of coins Logan couldn’t help but stare. That was more money than Logan had seen in one place since he had started traveling.

The crone picked out three gold pieces and a fistful of silver and handed them to Logan. He counted quickly and handed her the vial. Transaction complete, Logan headed immediately to the door, but turned back when he realised Roman wasn’t with him

He was still trapped between the crone and the shelving. “Will you come and see me before you leave the city?” she asked “It would be nice to share my tea with someone who would appreciate it.”

Logan thought to the gelatinous mess in the tea cup and gagged but Roman just smiled

“If time allows my lady.” He brought her withered hand to his lips and deposited a courtly kiss before sidestepping her and heading after Logan.

The city alley smelt almost like fresh air after the over mixture of incense, garlic and cat that her permeated the crones kitchen, and Logan breathed it in gratefully before setting off. Roman falling into sept beside him.

Logan glanced at him, uncertain.

He knew Roman was from the Northern Kingdom. He guessed from his speech patterns that he either grew up upper class or was truly committed to his larger than life bard persona. He had mentioned a brother once, off hand, and during an argument compared Logan to a tutor he’d disliked who had made him study maps until he could recount every river on the continent by heart.

That was all he knew.

Logan was curious by nature, a trait which tended to get him in trouble. He would have liked to pepper Roman with a hundred questions about life beyond the mountains, but Patton had told him once he should only ask a question about a sensitive subject if he was prepared to answer one himself.

None of them like to talk about where they came from, but that was fine. They were going forward together.

It was obvious though, that meeting his countryman had shaken Roman. He walked silently, even when they turned into a wider street and found the market still in full swing, shoppers crowding around each stall, he made no comment, only stepped closer to Logan.

If he was Patton, he might have known what to say to sooth whatever emotion was clouding Romans features. If he was Virgil, he might have made a joke or pointed out an interesting stall to distract him

As it was..

“So do all Northerners believe in fairy stories or is it just you two?”

“What?”

“The dark fae of the forest? She can’t have been serious.”

Roman straighten up, fixing him with a mock glare “Logan! You’re honestly going to keep pretending you don’t believe in magic? You travel with an elf!”

“Half-elf. And there’s nothing mystical about him.”

“He makes potions Logan!”

“He mixes herbs into useful medicines, it’s no different than any human herbalist.”

“He chants when he does it. And his eyes do that thing.” Roman wiggled his fingers in front of his face, apparently to illustrate ‘that thing’.

“Which I’m sure helps him know how long each concoction needs to stew before adding the next ingredient. You cannot decided a race is magical just because they’ve failed to invent clocks.”

“Urgh!” Roman threw up his hands, “Sometimes you sound like you’re from Arkaze’yed.”

Arkaze’yd was on the western coast. The most industrially advanced of the great cities, they had recently converted the city temple into an extension of the university.

Logan preened. “Thank you for the compliment.”

Roman pulled a face. “You are such a - ooh! Jam tarts!”

He darted away again, but this time Logan couldn’t fault him. A boy was hastily unpacking a crate of what looked like fresh jam tarts onto his masters stall and the scent was delicious

They had to wait for three families ahead of them before they could finally have their turn. Roman picked out four of the tarts and chatted happily with the seller whilst Logan carefully counted out the money.

“I had herd the monthly market of Steveange was something to behold but this! Are you going to go all night?”

“Most likely.” The trader told them happily, “The towns packed for the coronation.”

“Coronation?”

“Princess Stephanie is to become queen,” the man gushed, one hand over his heart in what Logan considered to be an alarming display of emotional royalism. “The guests have been arriving all week.”

Logan nodded absently. That explained the hubbub. The rich went traveling and the poor went to see them. A coronation was a good enough excuse for a festival. If you liked that sort of thing.

“They say,” the trader whispered leaning forward, apparently unbothered by Logan’s total lack of interest in royal gossip, “That even the mad Prince is coming - Remus of Notaleveale!”

“Is that so.” said Logan, monotonously “Here’s your coin.” He turned to Roman to claim his pastry and – stared.

All the colour had drained from Romans face. He gaze was fixed on the trader, his eyes so wide he looked quite wild.

“Roman?” Logan asked, as gently as he could. He realised that Romans hands were shaking the second before the bag of pastries fell from his grip.

“Roman- ROMAN hey-“

Other customers were starting to push between them, Logan bent down quickly to rescue the bag form the floor and reached out to grab his friends hand.

But when he looked up, Roman had gone.

Part three

#creativitwins #logan sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #Roman Sanders #TS: Fall of Romulus #this features #10% more plot but 100% more logan #this is the second full fic ive ever done and the first multichapter so feedback appreciated :o

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gay-ghosts-committing-crimes · 4 years ago

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Two Best Friends Going to the Thrift Store!! (They Don’t Kiss)

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Summary: Bobby and Flynn decide that watching people get their nails painted isn't fun, so they figure that shopping is the only answer.

Warnings: swearing and a sickening amount of platonic friendship

Words: 1,472

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Flynn groaned from where she lay sprawled out on Julie's bed.

"I'm bored," They complained, idly picking at the covers, "I'm too gay and adhd for this."

Bobby agreed from his spot on a beanbag. "Don't get me wrong, I love the vibes, and if anyone can pull off red nail polish, it's Reg, but watching nails get done? Not my version of a hot girl summer."

Julie rolled her eyes at them and continued painstakingly painting Reggie's thumbnail, making sure it was completely even before responding.

"First of all Flynn, don't pick at the blankets, your nails are still drying, second of all, Bobbin, you are literally nonbinary. You don't get a hot girl summer."

Bobby clutched dramatically at their chest, purposefully deepening his voice and pouting.

"Jules! The pain- who knew you were the gatekeeping girlboss of the Molina family? That's so transphobic." They paused, clearly waiting for someone to stand up for him. No one did.

"Fine, I see how it is. It's because I'm amab, isn't it? If Luke and Alex were here, they would let me have a hot girl summer."

Reggie piped up, "They probably wouldn't. Luke would be on Julie's side, and Alex would either agree with Willie, or if they weren't here, say something sarcastic about how you haven't earned a hot girl summer."

Bobby huffed, flipping over on the bean bag so he was basically upside down, and made a face at Reggie, who only smiled and shrugged, his cheeks lightly pink.

Flynn laughed but didn't disagree, and Bobby glared at them before flipping them off and haughtily crossing their arms. She only cackled more and he gave up, scoffing under his breath.

Julie hummed quietly under her breath as she worked, and Flynn made various noises to stim in an effort to not ruin her nails, but otherwise the small group fell quiet.

Finally Bobby couldn't handle the silence and pushed themself up, stretching and ruffling Reggie's hair before grabbing Flynn around the waist and lifting them up onto his shoulder, ignoring her protests about being careful of her nails, and heading for the door.

"Flynn and I will be back, we've got hot he/they and she/they shit to do." Flynn grumbled from where they were thrown over his shoulder, complaining about how they treated her like a rag doll, but didn't put up a fight to leaving. After all, she had been bored too.

"Alright half-pint, where to?" Bobby gingerly set her down once they made it outside, this time noticeably more careful about their nails, and she gave a nod of thanks.

"I'd pinch you for calling me that, but my nails are still drying," She glared disapprovingly at him, but they only gave a cheeky smile and started walking, leaving her to follow.

"I think there's a new thrift store we could check out; I've been meaning to get some nice platform shoes."

Bobby nodded in understanding and plucked at their black shirt, which they had cropped himself "I've been wanting a new crop top or two," They replied.

Flynn checked out their outfit and raised her eyebrows approvingly. Bobby was sporting his black crop top, a pair of red high-waisted cut-off shorts, and black combat boots with rainbow laces. Their hair was loose, and he had black winged eyeliner to finish off the look.

"You can't really go wrong with a crop top," She agreed, and he grinned in response.

"Thanks half-pint." They went to rub his knuckles on her head, but laughed and pulled away when they threatened him with being called a CisHet™.

"Hey hey!" He gestured placatingly as he laughed, "No need to be harsh!"

She rolled their eyes, but gave a soft smile and bumped their shoulders together.

They slung their arm over her shoulder and started walking again.

The thrift shop was mostly empty of people when the friends got there, but the selection was good and they both enjoyed searching the racks and showing off the random treasures they found tucked away, like a pair of boots that would have been a near perfect match of the combat boots Bobby was wearing, except for the fact that they were a beautiful floral pattern, and an adorable button up with sunflowers and bees that Flynn found between an atrocious neon orange jean jacket, and cute quarter-zip jacket with handmade embroidery on it.

Bobby paused their search for the Perfect Crop Top to hold a teal dress against his chest, and raised an eyebrow at Flynn.

"Well, what do you think? Figure this would convince Julie that I deserve my very own hot girl summer?"

Flynn snorted and shook her head, grabbing a garish purple dress with more frills than square inches, and handed it to him.

"Try this," They smirked, "You'd have the hottest girl summer of us all. Might even catch yourself a man in that outfit."

He stopped as if considering, and then regretfully shook their head, "I couldn't. There's only one person I'd want to catch, and I wouldn't want to make anyone feel bad by being the hottest in the group." He winked and bit his lip to make the fuck-boy face, to which Flynn responded by slugging them in the arm.

"Never, and I mean never, do that at me again, and also? I literally exist. I'm the hottest of the friend group. We all know this." She posed for a second and then turned back to the dresses, eyeing them up and down and smiled to themself.

"'Only one person'," They teased, partially pulling out a sequined pink dress and wrinkling their nose before glancing back at Bobby, "Please, you are head over HEELS for him. I'm surprised you haven't made a move yet honestly."

She grabbed a lavender sundress and held it up for his approval.

"Cute, I like it for you. And it's not "surprising" that I haven't made a move. I'm just... being patient. Besides little miss disaster lesbian, you haven't stopped pining over Carrie in years, and you haven't even asked her out once!! at least I've done more than that."

Flynn spun on him, "What?! You didn't tell me?!?!?"

"Wait wait wait, it wasn't anything big!" Bobby held up their hands and took a step back, "We were all up until like, four in the morning, and high on lack of sleep and all that, and I said we should all go on a double date. Luke pouted because he didn't want to go without Julie, and Alex was already asleep, so it was just me and Reggie.

"I guess now that I think about it, it was kind of a date? But like, a platonic one." They shrugged and turned back to searching the racks of clothes, but Flynn wouldn't let go of it so easily.

"So you're telling me you went on a date, with your crush, alone, and you think he doesn't like you back?! Are you fucking kidding me?? Oooh, pretty!"

They paused their rant momentarily when a cute pair of pants caught her eye, and she held them up to see how they looked. Flynn put them back and shook her head.

"Anyways, he's as much in love with you as you are with him. And. I'm getting these sunglasses because fuck you, that's why."

Bobby rolled his eyes, "I wasn't going to tell you not to, but aight. And he might like me back. It's not like-" They waved their hands vaguely, "- like Luke and Jules."

They were practically made for each other, and it was never a question about whether or not they liked each other back. They just. Did.

"With Reggie it's different. He's been through a lot Flynn, and I'd die alone a thousand times before hurting him. I just don't know if he feels the same about me."

They were both quiet for a bit, flipping through hangers and assorted shoes. It wasn't an awkward silence, just a thoughtful one, and Bobby was grateful that Flynn was able to tease and annoy, but ultimately listen and offer advice too. They were a good friend, and Bobby wouldn't trade it for the world.

After a while they went to check out, the cashier offering them a smile and polite goodbye when Flynn pushed open the door, warm air flowing around them as they began the walk back to Julie's house.

"Hey Bobbers?"

"Yeah half-pint?"

"I don't think the boys, or you, would ever let you come close to hurting Reggie. And by the way? He tooootally likes you back."

"Yeah?" He gave a grateful smile.

"Yeah."

"Thanks half-pint." They laughed when she flicked them, and pulled her into a hug before linking their arms and singing a song under his breath.

It was a good day to have friends like his.

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elen-aranel · 4 years ago

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Stars Above the Desert

The Engineer’s Adventures

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For: @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday. Thank you so much for these prompts, Autumn, because without them the Engineer wouldn’t exist. Pairing: Captain Christopher Pike x F!Reader (no Y/N) Warnings: fluff WC: 1600 words Tag list: @jusvibbbin A/N: I didn’t think I had inspiration for today’s image and yet...

Alnath III is a desert planet, just on the borderline of Class L and Class M. The briefings you had read did go some way to explaining why the colonists had chosen this planet to settle: some were agriculturalists who wanted to develop drought resistant strains of crops; some were scientists who wanted a world they called ‘pristine’ for some biological experiments to do with the formation of life; and one or two were geologists who thought the planet might have resources they could exploit. Not the most obvious basis for a community but they seemed to be getting along, making it work.

The little town they have built is charming in its way; they have made an effort to make it feel like a home, with a little town square, and adobe-style buildings rather than prefabs. Still, you think, as you lie sweating in the sand under an empty water tank just outside town, powering down your phase compensator, you’d have chosen different a planet to colonise. One where the ground water wasn’t so deep you needed mechanical assistance just to get to it, or so laden with minerals and inorganic compounds that it was poisonous until purified.

At least this time it was Louvier rather than Chris who had ordered you to join the away mission, so Number One couldn’t complain.

“Try it again, Ensign Devrin,” you yell to your Tellarite colleague who is some twenty metres away at the control terminal for the well and purification plant you’re trying to fix.

“Aye, Lieutenant,” he shouts back. Everything is silent for a moment, then you hear the sound of water in the pipes below. But just as you’re about to get your hopes up there is an ugly metal grating sound and everything grinds to a halt.

“Sounds like the gears got stripped as well,” you mutter, entering your findings into a PADD.

You check the time. It’s more than half way through beta shift – 21:00 ship’s time but only 16:00 local time.

“Ensign, you might as well return to the ship. Take this to Louvier – he can add these to the fabrication list, though I’m guessing they won’t be ready until the end of gamma. We can get them installed tomorrow.” You stand and stretch, before handing the PADD to Devrin who has come closer to see what you’re working on.

“Aren’t you coming too?” Devrin looks at you, concern in his expression.

“Nah, there are still some things for me to do before the installation, and I want to check on the solar plant while we’re here – make sure all the batteries are nominal, that kind of thing. We don’t want to get called back next month for something else that’s gone wrong.”

“Well, if you’re sure...”

“I’m sure. Have a good evening, Devrin.” You smile at him as he calls for a beam out. You’ve sent the rest of your engineering team back to the ship because you want them fresh for tomorrow, and the things you have left to do don’t take more than one person.

You finish up installing new software to the water plant to accommodate the new components going in tomorrow, then take a walk over to the solar plant.

You’re glad you checked it – while the hardware is all okay – batteries all full at the end of the day, solar panels operating within tolerance – there’s a slight memory leak in the software. You’ve seen this issue on this type of controller before – it’s the kind of thing where it will be fine for ages then suddenly fail, plunging the colony into the dark and causing a lot of heartache. It’s an easy fix, but you make a note to suggest the colonists recruit an engineer on your report. You will not be volunteering.

It’s around 01:00 ship’s time when you finish everything, but only 20:00 local time. The colony is in the planet’s northern hemisphere, and it’s summer, so the sun is only just going down. Part of you considers returning to the ship, but really you had always planned to stay over. By the time you have some food, get back to your quarters, shower and lie down, it’ll be time to get up again. And much as you wouldn’t want to live here, it is nice to breathe fresh air for a while.

You call the bridge to let them know you’re staying. You’re not going to be the only one planetside overnight; almost the entire exobiology department beamed down, wanting to make the most of the Enterprise’s stay – it’s a change for them from endlessly cataloguing species on new planets and they don’t want to pass it up. The Ensigns at least are having a sleepover at one of the scientists’ houses, but you would rather not hear any more about drought resistant triticale variants. You had brought a sleeping bag, your own water and some protein bars.

You walk through the square, nodding to the couple of colonists who are about, and stop a bit away from the edge of town. You find a large flat rock to sit on, and eat a couple of protein bars as you watch the sun set peacefully below the horizon.

You drink some water, then set up your sleeping bag, hoping to get some rest. You’re usually okay at sleeping in uncomfortable places, but it’s cold. You force yourself to shut your eyes, and you keep your breathing slow and steady even as you shiver slightly. You go to pull your sleeping bag around you tighter, but as you do you feel a gentle weight settle over you. You frown and open your eyes.

“Chris?” You lean up on your elbows. “What are you doing here? You should be asleep.” You soften your chiding tone with a smile as he sits beside you, pulling the blanket he settled over you over himself as well.

“And miss the chance to spend time in the desert?” He presses a kiss to your temple and you move to sit up, leaning against him. “I’ve been looking for an excuse to beam down, and when I heard you were staying over I thought I’d come check on you. I thought you might be cold.”

“For somewhere that’s been so hot during the day the temperature sure does drop at night,” you say, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours. You unzip your sleeping bag to make it into a blanket for both of you. Chris helps, and with the two of you together with the sleeping bag and blanket over you, you feel yourself warming quickly. “But even so, it’s nice to have solid ground beneath me, and—not be running away from anything.” You look up at him sidelong.

He huffs a laugh. “Yeah, that’s a good feeling,” he says, slipping his arm around your shoulders. “Is this your first time in a desert at night?”

“First time in a desert at all. Well,” you pause to consider. “Technically second time, because we had a family holiday to Monument Valley when I was eighteen months old. I don’t remember it though.”

“You never visited when you were at the academy?” You hear the surprise in his voice.

“No – my survival training was in the Alps, and then the Amazon. And my friends and I would take a shuttle to Mars or New Berlin when we had time off.” You look around at the dunes, stretching into the distance to mountains on the horizon, then back to him. “How does this compare to the desert where you grew up?”

“Less alive,” he answers instantly. “There were lots of plants growing – grasses, mesquite. I miss the smell. And animals, too – I found a burrowing owl nest as a kid, once. And there were sheep, tortoises, jackrabbits...” his eyes go a little faraway as he remembers. “But there are some similarities.”

He tips you both back, gently, pulling the covers over you. You’re looking at him, so you don’t understand what he’s doing at first, but you follow his gaze upwards, and gasp.

Above you is the Milky Way, almost like a sparkling splash of paint across the sky. You have never seen so many stars; the constellations are unfamiliar but you almost feel like you’re looking down on them. Like you could reach out and touch a star. “I can’t believe the colours,” you say, as you try to take it all in.

He squeezes you a little and you rest your head against his shoulder, still looking up. “This is why I joined up, really. I would sneak out at night and lie there, looking at the stars. It took Admiral Marcus to help me see that command track was the right path, but...” he lapses into silence for a while.

“There’s something magical about seeing them like this, isn’t there? Even though we get to call space home.” You feel him nod, and you can’t resist anymore.

You turn, reaching out, touching his jaw and tilting his face toward you. You kiss him, gently at first, but he turns, pulling you flush against him as he nips at your lower lip. You open your mouth into the kiss and press your body against him, and for long moments it’s just the two of you and the stars wheeling overhead.

There will be plenty of time for you to worry about getting the well fixed, for him to worry about everything that goes into running a starship...

But for a short while you can let everything go.

#writer wednesday #Christopher Pike #Christopher Pike x Reader #Christopher Pike x You #Captain Pike #writings of the girl from outer space #fanfic #fanfiction #star trek discovery #star trek strange new worlds #The Engineer's Adventures

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slater-later · 4 years ago

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Clarence x Reader Flirt at the Bar

Audience: General

Warnings: None, flirting

Notes: At Y/N, insert your own name, pronouns, and preferred complimentary words. That way, Clarence uses what you like!

Read below the cuff!

For: @da3m0ns-exe

The two of you had met at an Irish pub a few blocks down the street. Dimly lit under the cheap green ‘chandeliers’, at least, they were trying to be, hanging over a narrow line of booths. A green shamrock sign buzzing in the corner window, listing O’ Conners next to the four leafed sign buzzing beside it.

It was a fine dump, gritty and warm and thick with cigarette smoke. A few old geezers sat at the bar, buzzing back large thick dark beers as they chatted in Greek. It was Detroit after all, and everyone was welcome. The D brought everyone together. And if you had a few bucks to spare, it would make your night worth while. The jukebox buzzed in the corner, firmly set from the 70’s and stacked high with classic 45’s. A quarter would get you two songs, and it would flip through the rest. Buzzing Marvin Gaye’s Through the Grape Vine through the open speakers. There were a few TV’s in the corner of the bar, one showing a Tigers baseball game and the other the racetrack. A chestnut filly bending over the corner and splitting from the pack. Her jockey lit a firecracker from out under her behind as he rode her to the front, cracking his crop as they crossed the finish line. Taking home 50k- something a brod in the corner was upset by. Throwing her hands up as she watched, swearing! Because she had bet the bar that #5 would win. California Folly, the chestnut mare, bit her for the win, and she slapped up her cash to the house. Her buddy chuckled to himself at her anger. The bartender greedily took her cash, smirking, as he slipped it into the cash register. He changed the chalk boards odds for the next race. A commercial flashed across the screen.

It was a bettin’ bar, and it was a Friday night. That meant, the race tracks were on. They even caught the signal from the tracks out West. Meaning people could get drunk and lose their money all night long. At least, far enough into the night to be firmly fucked by 10, and either pissed from losing their money or giddy because they made a decent buck. Either way, it meant the crowd pounded back drinks. The bar took home a load whether it was packed full or filled with crickets.

Clarence was seated up at the bar, his army jacket slipped off and hanging on his chair. He slowly leafed through his comic, head buried deep in his book. He slowly drank, the rum and coke sitting at the edge of his lips, relaxed and quiet after a long day at work.

He had closed up shop and came in for dinner, a burger and fries, and read the newest edition of Deadpool in his freetime. He actually had a small stack of them next to them. He had cashed his check and sorted the freshly delivered boxes before he locked up. Making a mental note to pay the old man in the morning- he would stuff the bills in the register tomorrow morning.

The new stuff sold fast, and that was exactly why he needed to make his pick before it hit the shelves. He had to be strategic! Take advantage of the perks of running the store!

You slid into the stool a few spots down, gesturing over to the bartender as he made his way over. He was built, wearing a plain black shirt that hung over his body. A gold chain that hung from his neck. He looked kind and quiet, gentle. He had worked there for several years.

“Whatcha’ having?”

“Pabst,” You nodded, popping out your wallet.

“Pint or pitcher?”

“Pint.”

“Alright, but they’re $7 until 11.” He collected your cash and made his way up the bar, pouring your drink.

Clarence’s nose was in the comic, one hand holding the bridge of it while the other slowly set down the beer. Reaching out for a fry and mindlessly dabbing it into ketchup before it crawled to his mouth. Slowly inching closer.

His long and shabby fry broke off, falling into his lap and getting on his jeans. You couldn’t help but to laugh. “You okay over there bud?” The bartender handed you your beer, curling in the glass as you took a sip. The foam made a fine mustache on your upper lip.

“Jesus!” He bit, pissed. He had just gotten to a good spot- he fucking didn’t want to stop! “I don’t know man.” He shook his head, nabbing a handful of napkins out of the dispenser and cleaning his lap.

He finally looked up as you set down your glass. Catching the side of your face- “I ain’t pulin’ your chain, but ya got somethin’ on your face,” He grabbed another handful, passing it over. “A lil’ on here,'' He rubbed his upper lip, brushing his faint five o’ clock shadow.

You grabbed a napkin from him, quickly wiping it away before you got too embarrassed. Shit happens. “Thanks,” You muttered with a smile, softly laughing. Folding it afterwards and placing it under your glass.

He nodded, reaching for his comic again.

You were in a good mood and company always made it better. You had the urge to chat, he was attractive, after all. “So, whatcha readin’?”

He looked over, eyebrows raised. “It’s uh, Deadpool. Issue #7,” He put his thumb on the page and flopped it over to the front. Reaching out his arm to show you the cover. “It’ll hit the shelves tomorrow.”

“How’d you get your hands on that?”

“Oh,” He flashed a guilty smile. Caught. “I work at the comic book store down the street, this is next week's issue,” The cover showed Deadpool stepping forward, gun in hand, his red and black latex suite dressed with a heavy white jeweled overcoat and flashing plants. He was wearing the iconic Evil Presley suit, black wig and sunglasses and all. Finger-pointing at a very unpleasant Cable, probably cursing Wade for being alive. Or was it that he can’t die?

“It’s the new Deadpool and Cable issue. It’s a new series they’re doing, do you wanna look?” He offered it and you happily accepted. Taking your time as you flipped through the pages, reading the inside insert. The introduction.

He rattled on, “It’s not as good as some of his other series but then I saw the front cover. I wanted to grab it before we ran out. I’m a big Elvis fan,” He smiled softly. Watching you read.

“Oh?” You peered up, raising an eyebrow. A hook- Elvis wasn’t exactly your man, but it didn’t deter you. “Is he your favorite?”

He beamed as he sipped his glass, nodding as the glass left his lips, setting it down on the wet napkin. “Favorite? It doesn’t begin to describe how much I love that man,” He could rattle on for forever. Even blab again about how much he wanted to fuck Elvis. But, usually, that wasn’t the most widely loved small talk conversation? He was better off tabling that conversation for a later time. Unless he wanted to blow his chance when flirting with a hot person. A man needed to get lucky sometimes, alright? Sheesh, he didn’t think some bisexuality was a bad thing. Isn’t that, a, you know? A sexual fantasy for some folks?

He drilled a finger into the side of his temple, elbow up on the bar as he watched you. How your feet shifted in your sift as you curled up closer to him, leaning in, tenderly turning the page of a secretly, newly loved comic. Mashing up the two things that made him bounce up and down with pure excitement. He was delighted.

“I’m a huge fan, I’ve always been since I was a kid. My dad used to listen to him while I was growing up, and I’ve had the itch ever since. He changed rock n’ roll forever, for the better,” He would watch old tapes of his dancing and performing on stage, having become familiar and comforting to his body. It was something he could return to, regardless of how he felt, and know he felt comfort in.

That, and watching him dance up on stage was light lightening. A friend and a lover.

“What’s your favorite song?” You smirked, flipping a page. You were more interested in his eyes than the panel. Wondering if he had caught on.

He slid from his seat to the one next to you, dragging his beer along with him. The bartender snapped up his long forgotten dinner. Wiping down the table. “Do you mind?” He gestured to the seat, checking in.

“No,” You shook your head smiling, your delight so easy to read. “Not at all,” You swore you could feel your heart skip a beat. Your body felt fresh, warmed by the flash of heat spreading through your cheeks. You hoped another drink of your beer would help, at least to calm the giddy building up inside of you.

You would cut yourself off at two beers. At the rate of your drinking, you’d been in the hole after three. Too drunk to drive and by the soft patter of the rain outside, you didn’t want to be stuck in the rain. Trying to wave down a cab as it poured, head buzzed and tired, ready to flop down in your bed and forced to make it back. Getting fucked up was fun, but getting home could be a challenge.

The thought already sounded miserable. You’d much rather be here, with the jukebox, under the warm hum of the bear and its speakers. It switched over to You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine by Lou Rawls.

“Good,” He smiled with a surprising amount of soft charm. Voice low as his pinky mused with his lip, eyes slow as they took in your body.

He had to look away.

FUCK! It wasn’t polite to do that shit, he was either going to get a drink thrown in his face again or something!

He kept his eyes up at the bar, tongue flashing across his teeth as he chuckled to his mind. He could be so fucking stupid! This Y/N was going to beat him.

He fisted for his cigs in his flannel pocket, offering you one.

Okay, this guy was an idiot, but a cute one.

“Thanks,” You took a cig and slipped it between the side of your lips. Grabbing your lighter in your coat pocket, prepared as a common smoker should. You lit both of your cigarettes.

“So, you didn’t answer my question,” You shot, releasing a draw downward.

He snapped it out of his mouth, square in hand as he shook his head awake. “Shit, what was it again?” He laughed, he was losing his head around you. You sucked all the smarts out of his brain.

You elbowed him lightly, amused. “What’s your favorite Elvis song?”

He paused for a moment, getting his mind in gear. Quickly shuffling the different songs on his head- “Hound Dog, and then Blue Suede Shoes, and All Shook Up,” It was the fast, catchy beats of Elvis’s drawl that got him. The electricity that he exuded, that made him want to dance and grab the hand of a friend, a stranger, even an old person!

It made him want to boogie to the music.

You snickered, he hit right on the money. Damn, this guy had taste. Of the few you knew well, those were it. “Where does Jailhouse Rock rank?”

“8th,” He said clear as day, pointent. It was clearly not his favorite, but a hot contender. He had, in fact, listened to every single god damn song Elvis had published. Including the Hawaiian soundtrack album, which was a partial wash. He thought Elvis was at best when he was shaking it for a crowd, not trying to play at movie making. Yet, it hadn’t stopped him from consuming them all. “I paused not because I didn’t have a top three, but because…” Shit, he got himself in a hole? Wasn’t he playing the ‘cool guy’ really well?

“Because?” You flicked into the ashtray, bringing your arm in for a draw. Raising your eyebrows at him as you drew, feeling the air.

“Because I was thinking about you,” He slipped both elbows on the bar, facing forward towards the line of liquor and head turned towards you. Smirk painted on his lips, shameless in his expression, “You’re very Y/N.” He smiled, eyes stilling on you as they peered into yours eyes, then passed down your shoulder. “And I don’t normally get to talk to a Y/N like you.” Usually, they either weren’t interested in talking about comics and Elvis. So, what was there to talk about? Stupid small talk they he didn’t know much about? It was much harder, trying to find a Y/N with similar interests.

Your face felt warm again. You finished off the rest of your drink. Quenching your fuzzy head with the sharp inhale of nicotine, trying to peel the flush off of your cheeks. You couldn’t hide it- his soft pink lips looked beautiful when they moved. Especially when they were saying such sweet words.

You slicked a hand across your face, hiding the bite of your red cheeks, “How about we get a booth in the corner? And you tell me a bit more about yourself?” It seemed like a good idea. And it would give you a moment, to collect yourself, before continuing your chat.

You raised a hand to the bartender. He turned and you held up two fingers. A pint for you each.

“Hmph!” His spiky eyebrows peaked up, elated. “Sounds good to me!” He snickered, collecting his stack of comics and waiting for the drinks to come. You two stepped to the back to back of the bar, sliding in next to each other at the dark spot in the room. A place, where neither of you would be bothered. Holed up, until the bar closes, chatting about sweet nothing while you got to know each other. Maybe get, caught in the rain together, under his umbrella. Before turning in, to his apartment.

It was, in fact, closer than your apartment.

#true romance #christian slater #clarence x reader #fan fic #tristen writes #enjoy Ben!#This was fun

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ofcloudsandstars · 5 years ago

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August Magical Dates and Astrological Transits

I was thinking of making monthly posts like this (sorry if I had more time I’d have made a cute calendar graphic but I have been swamped) because it’s easier to post all together than keep up with weekly updates, though Lunar Charting was fun. Anyway we have A LOT of energetic shifts in August, mostly thanks to Uranus doing the most during Leo season and then a few retrogrades, from Uranus again and then Sedna, which will mark a chapter on Humanity’s relationship to the climate and our survival on this planet depending on us living in harmony with the environment or perishing. Yep sounds dramatic, cause it is! Leo season is going to bring in a lot of new insights and fights for justice and ourselves especially with this Lions Gate Portal which will be heightened on the 8th of August. There are little magical recommendations in the description of each days and if you have a magical journal or planner I’d suggest you mark the days with the transits or energies that appeals most to you!

Happy August!

1st - ☾♑ First Harvest

Also celebrated as Lughnasadh or Lammas. The first harvest of the year, the harvest of wheat and summer crops, celebrating success and friendly competition. (Also to any Caribbean witches that celebrate it, Happy Crop Over!) Crop over is the celebration of the end of the Sugar Cane harvest which originated from Barbados and spread over a few other islands where abundance and Caribbean cultures are celebrated. Usually celebrated from the end of July to the first Monday of August.

Mercury in Cancer Opposite Pluto rx in Capricorn

Intense self-examination can take place today. Mind control or power struggles can be revealed under this placement. It’s a great time for shadow work, self-review, especially in the realm of our hard work and what foundations we’ve built this year (in theme of the moon transiting Capricorn and celebrating Lughnasadh. It all synchronizes!)

2nd - ☾♑

Sun in Leo squares Uranus in Taurus

This transit brings tension and electricity prompting us to change whatever in our life is stagnating or bringing sudden change upon us. It will be an impulsive and chaotic time. Use the energy wisely to bring any changes in areas that you need in your life. Not the best time to play it safe if you’re unhappy in your situation or else the tension can buildup and create chaotic change. After Lughnasadh it’s a good time to review what you need to do in order to finalize any goals you’ve set for this year.

3rd - ☾♒ Full Moon in Aquarius

Official end to Crop Over! Moon enters Aquarius

The Full moon in Aquarius brings a tidal wave of change, reviews our feelings towards change and will shake up whatever needs to change. The moon will also be squaring Uranus itself, bringing that tensions and reflection revolving around shifts, evolution and new perspectives. On a macrocosmic level we may see this change shake up things across the world whereas on a personal level it may ask us to review ourselves and our egos, how we identify with ourselves and what needs to change there. This foreshadows a new cycle as Uranus will go into retrograde in a week and a half forcing us to review changes and expanding our perspectives from within.

Additionally, this full moon falls under the middle of the Lionsgate Portal. Reaching higher perspectives and expanding our minds and spirits can be achieved under the heightened energy of this moon.

4th - ☾♒

Mars in Aries squares Jupiter rx in Capricorn

Restless yet courageous energy that will help us take on challenges or achieve goals that align with our true authenticity or inner growth. Great to channel this energy into meditation, self-reflection and planning. (Acting outright may come off rash and bring unwanted results so it’s best to reflect).

5th - ☾♓ Moon enters Pisces

Official 'cross quarter' day or day in between the Summer Solstice and Autumn Equinox

Mercury enters Leo

A new cycle where our mental space will feel more creative, more dramatic and passion. It’s a great time to connect with our creativity, express our uniqueness and think more confidently.

6th - ☾♓

When the moon is in Pisces it’s great to tap into dream work, the astral plane and psychic work

7th - ☾♓

Venus enters Cancer For this cycle we find pleasure in being nurtured, find values in our emotions being expressed and are more sensitive in our relationships. We feel more tender, romantic and attached.

8th – ☾♈ Lion’s Gate Portal Moon trine Sun | Disseminating Moon Moon enters Aries

The Lion’s Gate Portal is when our sun aligns with the ‘spiritual sun’ the star Sirius which creates a portal of charged energy, upgrades, awakenings, spiritual insights, downloads of power and actualization. The number 8 in numerology is also significant for power and abundance. Additionally this falls on the Disseminating moon which celebrates the fruit of the lunar cycle and brings in additional abundance, knowledge, wisdom and energy. With the Sun in Leo channeling Sirius’s energy and trining the energetic moon in Aries, we will feel a energetic powerful boost on this day. It’s a great day to channel the sun’s energy, do solar work, do shadow work to undo any blockages from within, go to a sound bath, do a deep trance meditation, do spirit travel or astral travel, charge all your items and download information from higher dimensions. The ancients believed that the star Sirius was the gateway to heaven and the home of higher vibrational beings. This theme of upgrades and change coincides with the Full Moon phase at the beginning of the month and Uranus’s retrograde that is arriving soon.

9th - ☾♈

When the moon is in Aries it’s great to take on challenges, use fire magic and hexing.

10th - ☾♉

Mercury in Leo squares Uranus in Taurus Moon enters Taurus BE READY to change your plans and be as open minded as possible with this chaotic transit! We will have to shift everything around as Mercury squares Uranus (which will also be conjunct the moon) causing changes in our personal lives and to our current perspectives. This can be anxiety inducing but the best way to work with this square is to be open minded, reflect on any new insights and perspectives and patiently work through new changes. Do not put any appointments on this day or things that need to have a fixed date.

11th - ☾♉

Final Quarter Moon

This is a period of reflection for the cycle that has passed so far and how it connects to your intentions set during the Cancer New Moon. That double new moon was to wrap up any energy or information from Cancer season before we can move into Leo however in that transition period we have seen many changes and intense energy shifts. Reflect on your journey, what you may need to shed and what you need to wrap up before moving forward during this intense chrysalis-like energy phase.

12th – ☾♉

Eros enters Cancer

Our sexual styles and source of drive can be found in the nurturing tides of cancer. We will crave more nurturing experiences, feel driven by our emotions and our sexual encounters may get cuddlier and more sentimental.

13th - ☾♊

Mars in Aries squares Pluto rx in Capricorn Moon enters Gemini Today may feel intense with another lovely square this time coming from Mars and Pluto rx. This may create power struggles, intense desires to climb the ladder and achieve a more powerful position. It’s a good time to work with the energy inwards and figure out how you can strive for success which aligns with your soul. Like all squares it’s a great time for reflection on these themes or you can use the Gemini moon to glean as much information as necessary to learn information relating towards this goal. However, taking action can be met with force or backlash from higher powers that will have the upper hand during this transit. It’s good to take this energy inwards only. A great day to take action on these desires would be the 16th of August when the Sun trines Mars.

14th - ☾♊

Uranus begins retrograde in Taurus Balsamic Moon | Moon Sextile Sun

So we got to experience the intense changes the full moon in Aquarius brought, the shifts from the Sun and Mercury squaring Uranus, Lionsgate Portal and everything just forcing us to change! Finally, it’s time to bring that change and rebellion WITHIN! Uranus’s retrograde wants us to find liberty, freedom, individuality and broader perspectives with it’s retrograde. Uranus retrograde is like when your phone updates, it may take forever to download the update, but it will be faster, more sophisticated and come with cool changes. On a macrocosmic level this means shifts happening across societies that will affect how people will relate to their communities. People may rethink how to fight for their liberties with all the unrest going on. People now focusing that liberty and freedom within may band together to form an even larger uprising (especially with the solar Lionsgate download that just happened and the aftermath of the full moon).

Additionally, the Balsamic moon will sextile the sun today creating that push to find closure on issues, banish what’s no longer needed before preparing for a period of rest. People may feel that the closure they need with all this injustice is maybe taking on the government with a new angle and broadened perspective.

15th - ☾♋

Moon enters Cancer When the moon is in Cancer it’s great to get into ‘Cottage Witchcraft’ or magic in the home. This includes cleansing, kitchen magic, green magic and bath magic.

16th - ☾♋

Sun in Leo trines Mars in Aries

Mark this lucky day on your calendar as the energies will be beneficial for starting new projects, being courageous, confident and fulfilling any passionate desires. It’s an excellent day for fire magic, wearing luck charms and going after what you want!

17th - ☾♌

Sun conjuncts Mercury in Leo

Mercury in Leo trines Mars in Aries

Moon enters Leo

The energies will be pulled in Leo today with the Sun and Mercury joined there along with the moon entering the frame. With all the aspects happening it will be a great day to complete tasks and focus on things you always wanted to get done as our mental energy and concentration will be heightened today. This is also a great time for debates as your mind will feel clear and you will find it easier to defend yourself. This is a great time to honor yourself, your values and goals and go after it as the path will feel clear for you to work towards what you want.

18th - ☾♌ New Moon in Leo Venus in Cancer sextiles Uranus rx in Taurus This new moon will wrap up what you’ve learned so far in Leo season and ask you to apply it for the lunar cycle ahead. It’s a good time to meditate, visualize and set intention to channel that change positively. With Venus sextile Uranus rx we may feel a push to experience new sources of pleasure especially those that speak to our uniqueness and help us to expand our perspective in these realms. It will feel like a fun and self-indulging day that will help us open up our minds and creativity for the lunar cycle that will follow.

19th - ☾♍ Moon enters Virgo When the moon is in Virgo it’s great to ground your tasks mentally in a to-do list, problem solve or focus on healing magic for yourself or others.

20th - ☾♍ Mercury enters Virgo

Mercury will feel at home in the sign of Virgo. We will feel more rational, organized and able to keep attention towards detail. Mercury in Virgo can help us to compartmentalize our thoughts and values and focus on the details that matter in that moment.

21st - ☾♎

Moon enters Libra When the moon is in Libra it’s great for attraction magic, harmonizing, peace and sweetening spells and glamour magic

22nd - ☾♎

Moon conjunct Sappho and Juno in Libra We may feel more emotionally inclined to connect with a romantic partner or someone or something that aligns with our values, our deepest attractions that speak to our authenticity or something that we feel we can commit ourselves to. This is a good day to use attraction magic to visualize what you want and draw it towards you.

23rd - ☾♏ Virgo Season begins, Sun enters Virgo Crescent Moon | Sun Sextile Moon Moon enters Scorpio Virgo seasons begins today! It’s a time to get ourselves in order, prepare for school (if you’re attending), straighten out our lives, make them doctor appointments! Find solutions to any current problems ailing us or focus on fixing and healing. It’s the last zodiac cycle of summer when all the fruits are ripe and it’s time to channel our inner alchemist with creating elixirs, potions, tinctures and cures with the plants and fruits around us. With the sun sextile the moon we will feel a push to experiment with new things and take in new information that can help us with our intentions for this cycle. This phase on the first of Virgo’s season can foreshadow it’s cycle to bring new ideals, aspirations, experiments and insights that we will learn.

24th - ☾♏

Mars in Aries squares Saturn rx in Capricorn

Today is going to feel OPPRESSIVE with this transit. It’s not a good day to express anger towards what makes us feel restricted and bound. That will only be met with more resistance and anger. Instead it’s a good time to reflect on what makes us feel repressed, restricted or mentally blocked from within and channel our motivation and fire in self-reflection and meditation to make plans and resolutions to change that. This may feel like a harsh transit but in the scale of the transit’s cycles so far it’s a good ‘clean-up’ time to review where all the Uranus energies are still not helping you to feel free and liberated. Wherever this square makes you feel triggered is a spot that you must focus on.

25th - ☾♐

First Quarter Moon Venus in Cancer opposite Jupiter rx in Capricorn

Mercury in Virgo trines Uranus rx in Taurus

Moon enters Sagittarius

Today will feel tense yet optimistic with the moon in Sagittarius and all the other transits happening. Venus opposite Jupiter rx brings the opportunities for us to connect with what we find fun or understand truths on our relationships by bringing new perspectives. Additionally, with the new perspectives, Mercury and Uranus will be in a trine which will bring new vivid insights, stimulate our intuitions, bring epiphanies and vivid dreams. Linking the two transits together, it’s going to going to be a time where we will gain further insight and truths into our relationships and how our values define us. This will all be channeled well into the first quarter moon which can cause tension yet ask us to reflect and plan for the cycle to come. Whatever challenges that may arise now will be great to reflect on in order to plan a strategy around them or do some unblocking magic to remove the obstacle.

26th - ☾♐

When the moon is in Sagittarius it’s a great time for socializing, channeling prosperity and luck and giving blessings.

27th - ☾♑

Venus in Cancer trines Neptune rx in Pisces Moon enters Capricorn

This will be a dreamy day where you can channel your creativity into projects or enjoy anything sensual that can give you a moment of tender escape. With this trine happening along with the moon in Capricorn we may feel called to give ourselves to service or put in work to help others as our sense of compassion will be high.

28th - ☾♑ Gibbous Moon | Sun Trine Moon

Today the energy will start to feel more optimistic and heightened with the sun trining the moon and the gibbous moon phase bringing opportunities and a boost to our luck. Especially in the areas of getting work done, refining our projects and laying down our plans, there will be a boost of harmony and luck in those arenas.

29th - ☾♑

Mercury in Virgo trines Jupiter rx in Capricorn

This will feel like a lucky day especially with work, making plans (especially booking a trip or planning a trip), making a business deals or reading up on philosophy or spirituality.

30th - ☾♒ Sedna goes into Retrograde Moon Enters Aquarius Sedna, a powerful TNO planet begins retrograde today in Taurus. The TNO planets are further out from the outer planets and represents humanity’s spiritual journey and progress. Sedna represents our ability to face the adversity and hell we may be presented with yet come up with a solution that can help the collective. Sedna is about transforming the dark of the worst of adversity into potentials of healing, helping and hope for the collective. Sedna also has a lot to do with our relationship to nature and has the strong message while she’s transiting Taurus that if we cannot mend our relationship to nature, we will crumble under the hell we are building for ourselves. Sedna in retrograde will create a period where we will see these affects of the climate’s destruction and shifts affect people across the world and it will not be people in distant places but it will be our family, coworkers, neighbors even ourselves. Before we may have seen the disturbing effects of climate change in Sedna’s shadow which lasted a few decades, however this retrograde will affect all of humanity.

People may feel heavily victimized by their circumstance and it will cause misery, unrest, famine and death. Sedna is a slow-moving planet as it’s a TNO so this retrograde will last until 2079. Yes, that is a whopping 59 years but it will be a period in human progress where we will either figure out within how to heal the environment and live in harmony with the earth or else fucking perish with all the idiot billionaires people worship. Sedna as a planet has an intense energy (and the Inuit goddess she was named after has an intense story and power as well), and is about creating solution from adversity even in situations where we may have been abused or victimized. This energetic shift may be the end of the chapter where we may be aware of climate change but have not directly felt it’s affects in our daily lives, where as for the next 59 years we may be living in an unstable environment filled with chaos sown by the greed of the wealthy elite that has raped the Earth for every resource and will turn unrest of the remaining 99% amongst themselves as they blame the lack of resource on ‘unworthy’ populations sowing fear and ecofacism to wipe out masses of people that could otherwise rise up against them as people fight amongst each other for basic needs like water. Sedna’s descent into her underworld was brutal and humanity’s descent into this retrograde will be painful but only until we learn our lesson with our relationship to nature will we be able to survive.

31st - ☾♒

When the moon is in Aquarius, it’s great to expand on your perspective, explore new material, work with tech magic or electricity and work with celestial magic or astrology

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For more information on planetary aspects and lunar transits I post celestial forecasts with magic tips for each day weekly.

#august #transits #astrology #witchblr #uranus retrograde #sedna retrograde #lions gate #lions gate portal #witchcraft #magic #celestial witch #full moon #aquarius full moon #leo new moon

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danifics18 · 5 years ago

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🎃 Dance of the Wolves 🎃

Welcome to day one of Spooky Time Drabbles! I have thirty two prompts that I’m going to attempt to pump out in spirit of Spooky Season! If you want to see a continuation of any of these works- let me know! Once I post the majority of my Spooky Time Drabbles, I will be posting any extra smuts, or small continuations.

Tags : Werewolf! Mingi//PWP//Marking//Slight ass play//cunnilingus//knotting//

TW: Mentions of blood

Word Count : 4k

General Masterlist Ateez Masterlist

With a cold breeze skittering down your spine, you place the last box inside your home to look around, figuring out where to place the new Halloween decorations you’d just bought that day.

Moving away from a big city, to follow the feeling of Wanderlust- as your mother would’ve put it, to end up moving to a much smaller town in a more remote, forest area. It wasn’t even a quarter of the size that your previous town was, but you like it. The neighbors were kind, the community was tight-knit.

It felt like home.

And with the feeling of home and wanting to fit in in mind, you decided what better way to fit in than to join the town’s celebration by decorating your house to match the others.

Normally, for Halloween, you would’ve left a candy bowl out by your door for anyone in your apartment floor to get, along with hand delivering small bags of candy to your apartment’s security guard - Seokmin - for him and his kids to have, as well as to the elderly couple who lived right down the hall. But, besides that, you weren’t the one to really go out that night, preferring to stay in and watch movies like ‘Halloween Town’ or some other movie that wasn’t deemed as scary.

But much to your findings, people here didn’t celebrate Halloween, instead they celebrated something they called ‘The Dance of the Moon’ - where they essentially partied all night at home and at the town square. From what your town mayor , Mr. Song, explained to you, was that hundreds of years ago, the small town had been plagued by wolves. They would go after children, elderly, anyone who couldn’t readily fight back from being eaten. Every time someone was found missing, the townspeople would send a group to kill some wolves; how many people were taken and eaten- that was the amount of wolves that would be killed in return.

“An eye for an eye,” as the older gentleman had explained, with a hardened look on his face.

Supposedly, the resolution was found as the town had experimented with what would please the wolves- since back then, the closest town with a decent hunter was days away, and there weren’t enough people to both send out and watch over the rest of the town. The wolves would stop going after a lot of townspeople if there were sacrifices made.

The Mayor was quick to assure that the legends hadn’t specified human sacrifices- they never exactly said what was sacrificed, really, but for the past thirty years or so, they had been using pigs, goats, or cows that were due to pass on soon. They would drop them off at a specific place in the forest, and knowing that the residents would be safe from any wolves, they would celebrate in the town festival until early dawn.

The last piece of information that Mayor Song had dropped on you before he handed you your house key- new residents had to participate in the festival. Seeing that you were the only resident to come in this year- it really is a small town with not a lot of travelers- he asked you to accompany the animals to the post; with his son, Mingi, of course. When you had agreed, Mayor Song had sent you on your way, notifying you that his son would pick you up with his animal hauler at around five, the evening of.

⇛ ⇚

To prepare yourself for the festival- that did make you a little unsettled, but you were sure it was just a stretched out rumor- you spent the week finding whatever Halloween knick-knacks for around the house that you could.

You had no plans of dressing up at all for the festival, until one of the ladies- Theresa- working the cash register, had asked if you had your outfit ready yet. With a glace to your face, she had explained that for the festival, people usually wear red, purple, white, and black. It didn’t have to be a full outfit or anything, but you would look like an outsider, since most of the town residents liked their outfits to look from back then. With that in mind, you quickly used up your last days trying to piece together an outfit with the corresponding colors.

A white, knee-length, lace dress accompanied by a black headband, and purple nail polish. The red garment, however, left you slightly baffled. The only red clothing that you could find was a deep red cloak that you had bought on one of your ‘spurge days’, after getting your first job at seventeen. You didn’t need the item for anything, it just looked so cool that you had to have it. And now, so many years later, you contemplated wearing it- quickly deciding that you’d ask Mingi his opinion when he picked you up, but just in case, you’d wear a lipstick the same shade of red.

⇛ ⇚

The day of the festival had left a pit of excitement in your gut. You hadn’t had work today- town’s rules that no work was permitted on holidays, and that included town holidays- and the same goes for tomorrow as well, although, it is asked of residents to come to the festival grounds to help clean up.

As the day dwindled to late afternoon, you decided to head back home to get into your costume for later tonight, and then wait for the mayor’s son. This would be your first time meeting the boy, the only things you know is that you are the same age as him, and he’s got a deep voice- from what your coworker has told you.

A loud knock on your front door snaps you out of your thoughts, checking yourself over one last time in the foyer mirror, before opening the door to see a tall man with brown hair- styled in a gelled undercut.

“Hi, I’m Mingi, it’s nice to meet you”, the mayor’s son reaches his hand out for a handshake, feeling your fingertips and palm tingle from the contact. Feeling thankful that he can’t notice the blush on your face, you shake his hand and return the greeting.

You both take a moment to look each other over, and you have to admit, he looks good. He’s dressed in a flowy, long sleeve white shirt that has two untied strings in the front of the collar- showing off the black velvet choker with subtle deep purple moons embellished in the fabric - and a pair of cropped black pants. Looking up to meet his eyes properly, you gasp under your breath.

Hearing a cow moo in the trailer behind him, he suggests that you guys leave now, before quickly turning to walk to his truck. Walking after him, you thank him as he opens your door for you, before he enters on his own side.

Throughout the drive, you both make small conversation about your likes and dislikes, finding out that you both had quite a bit in common. You were both shocked to find that you enjoyed things like Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, and neither one of you really like cake. You found out that he was a nature photographer who used to live a few hours away with some friends; he moved back a couple years prior after he had gotten attacked by some people who were illegally hunting who had mistaken him for an animal. He had plans to move back with his friends, he just felt like he should be back in his home roots for such a big injury.

Looking out the window, you try to make out any shapes of the passing by trees- the darkness of the early night made the forest a lot darker, being unable to see anything if it weren’t for Mingi’s headlights. For the next thirty minutes, the only view you could see was the dirt path with the occasional flying creature - probably bat - flying above the truck, before flying into the darkness.

“We are almost where we need to be, there’s a small cabin that this road leads to. From there we can stop and walk the animals a mile out to the post”, Mingi says, his unnaturally bright, honey-colored eyes flashing over to you- being so bright that you can’t decide if they’re real or not. You’d been wanting to ask him since you had first noticed them, but you didn’t want to be nosy, or feel like you were asking a really obvious question.

Soon enough, the trees break away to show a meadow, a cabin and a shed in the middle of the clearing. Pulling the truck to a stop in the make-shift dirt driveway, you both get out and walk to the back end, where Mingi opens the back trailer revealing a single cow and two goats. Mingi hands you the leads for the goats as he takes the cow, and you both start walking down a pathway- stopping frequently when the animals decide to graze at the long grass.

Neither you or Mingi made conversation, besides the occasional comment towards the animals. Eventually, you both had made it to a pen of sorts, seeing other animals in the pen as well.

Giving Mingi a questioning glance, he ignores you, taking the leads from you to walk the animals into the pen, before disappearing to the sheltered building, before coming out with handfuls of hay to give to the animals.

“There’s no wolves out here, you know?” The tall man finally says, “ No actual wolves. Just me,” he finishes giving you a smile,” I know my father meant well, but I was hoping for this to be more natural.” Confused, you start walking backwards, your heart beating so hard you think it might go through your chest.

Not waiting for you to say anything, he continues, "I know you must be confused, but I can explain. You should probably stop walking back though; it is a full moon tonight, and my wolf isn’t in the playful mood tonight- especially not with how you smell.” As his last sentence rings through your ears, you quickly decide to ignore his warning, and run down the path back to the cabin.

As you pump your legs faster you hear a forced laugh from the man, ”So this is the type of mate I have,” the pen gate rustles behind you, and as much as you want to look back, Mingi’s words make you feel the opposite. With the now red colored moon shining your path, you reach the cabin, not being able to decide what to do next.

Apparently, you wouldn’t have any time to decide anyways, seeing that as you started to go to the cabin’s door, a large hand grabs your shoulder, halting you from moving. Being forced to turn around, Mingi stares down at your form breathing heavily. Eyes widening, you start to squirm as you see his eyes now a deep red color, before freezing at the deep rumble that comes from his chest.

⇛ ⇚

“You're not too good at following directions, huh? C’mon, let’s get inside, I’ll make some tea and properly explain since you wouldn’t let me earlier. I won’t hurt you- if I had wanted to do that, I could've done that on the trip here,” He tells you with an unimpressed look, before walking you in front of him, to the cabin.

Minutes later, you were sitting down on a couch facing the fireplace with tea in hand, as Mingi sat on the recliner angled to the couch, tea in his hand as well. Taking a sip of his beverage, he clears his throat “ So, I’m sure my dad and some people have been talking about tonight’s festival,” you nod “Okay, well pretty much, my dad told you a different version of the town’s legend. We did try sending animals, but they hadn’t worked, it wasn’t until the town herbalist had offered to go out as a sacrifice instead. Seeing that nothing had worked, previously, and she was a recent widow, everyone let her,” Mingi stopped as he heard your soft gasp,” Apparently, she went out, and she did get attacked.”

He paused, tilting his head as he asks” Did you know that wolves can tell when a human is pregnant?” You nod your head- you’d seen plenty of videos of how wolves in safe havens had reacted towards pregnant guests. Mingi smiles at your knowledge and continues on,” Well unfortunately, they noticed that she was pregnant after attacking her. As she was dying one of the she-wolves approached her, and somehow gave the human her life force- their spirits joining together. The lady survived, but she was the town’s first werewolf- her son being the first born werewolf. Seeing the power she had, the rest of the pack listened to her. As she went back to the town- the villagers considered it a blessing. It isn’t clear how it happened, but she was able to get the villagers to join their spirits with the pack. Of course there were people who rejected- and they left the village,” Mingi stops again sipping his drink.

“How does that work though? Would that mean the entire town is full of werewolves? Isn’t that unsafe?” You ask, setting your now empty mug, on your lap.

“This has never been a town to get a lot of visitors. After a while of the town learning how to be wolves and humans, there were quite a few attempts to kill the pack from the people who’d left. The first woman, at that point she was what we call a Luna, had heard about a witch a few towns over who might be able to help- so they sought her out. After agreeing to help the witch with a small problem, the witch put a circle around the town. Other supernaturals can find the town- but to humans, this entire place is just forest. The only humans who can come here are like you, they’re mated. Destined to be with someone from here. And that person happens to be with me,” Pausing to gauge your reaction, he continues explaining,” Werewolves have mates, and they’re pretty much soulmates. I can tell because your scent is intoxicating for my wolf, it’s a very homey scent. You will be able to feel the pull the more we are around each other- for now, you’d probably get a ticklish feeling if I were to touch you,” You think back to when you’d shook his hands, and the feeling you got when you brushed against his arm- it makes sense, but earlier you had thought it was just your nerves from being around a handsome guy,” But eventually, you will develop a better sense of smell, and probably better hearing and sight- although it won’t be the same as being an actual werewolf. Unless, that is, you choose to reject me?” He questions with his facing down to look at the unlit fireplace.

Taking a moment to think, you make up your mind before answering,” What do I have to lose?” You get up to place yourself on Mingi’s lap- something that you wouldn’t have done if it were anyone else, but you knew that you were comfortable with him.

“I’m in a new town that although it might be new and strange, it still feels right. I definitely don’t understand the whole wolf thing, but there’s plenty of time to learn,” You finish, leaning into the large hand that was placed on your face. Feeling his breath on your face, you close your eyes as he gets closer.

“I’m glad, now shall we go back to town? Everyone was really excited to be around a new face, you know,” Mingi says, placing a kiss on your nose.

⇛ ⇚

Weeks turning into months, and months turning into years; two years precisely, you’d never imagined the day that you’d leave this cozy town that you had considered home.

You and Mingi had officially started dating two weeks after first meeting- although, typically werewolves never really bothered with the whole dating thing, unless they weren’t mates- and you two were still going strong.

With an influx of new packmates from a neighboring pack alliance, and Mingi’s need for joining back with his friends- which you had found out were actually his formed pack- you two decided to move away, to the plot of land that they owned.

When you two had first pulled up to the place, you couldn’t help but scoff at your boyfriend’s words. “Only a small plot of land he says. And Disney World is just a small fair, right?” His only response had been a bashful grin.

The place still felt very homey, and very similar to your previous town; being located in the middle of nowhere, it was twenty acres of land, fenced off to show the property lines. It was pretty clever- seeing that when you first pulled into the main road in, it honestly looked pretty inconspicuous, if it weren’t for the big fence surrounding the place.

Meeting the pack members had made you a bit nervous, but you soon realized that they reminded you of brothers- very teasing, a little annoying at times, but you cared for them, and they cared for you.

Thankfully, you guys didn’t share a house together. It was bad enough that most times, you would wake up to find Wooyoung, Hongjoong, or hell- sometimes the entire pack in your house, eating your food and lounging about. Every pack member had their own individual houses- each spread out, and separated by a lot of trees.

This was extremely helpful when it came to your boyfriend’s mating season.

Usually, for his rutts, you guys had been fine for the most part. He hadn’t marked you yet, so of course, he would be a bit more aggressive and testy with the other males. But, unfortunately, his heat this time had definitely taken a toll on you both.

With him being, essentially, part wolf, he can keep track of your cycles pretty well. If he’d noticed that you were bleeding, he’d be more attentive than usual. Early in your relationship, it had embarrassed you that he could literally smell you, but now - although it does cause some embarrassment - it doesn’t make you feel as weirded out, especially since he only tries to help you.

But, a big downside of this has been him knowing when you’re ovulating. When this starts, you aren’t really allowed to go anywhere; Mingi’s wolf sees this time as your heat, even though humans don’t actually have one. It’s even worse when your ovulation is timed up with his rutt.

⇛ ⇚

Laying on your stomach with your arms crossed under your head, you blink your eyes open, shutting them as the late afternoon sun works its way through your window. As you decide to fall back asleep before your boyfriend awakens, the hand that is wrapped around your waist, tightens; your naked body shifts under the loose sheet as you get moved to your side.

You attempt to even out your breath to trick your needy boyfriend into thinking you were still asleep. You loved the attention he gave you during this time, but with how long you two were going at it earlier today - hence why you had taken the nap in the first place - you did have a small worry in the back of your head of you both getting over exhausted.

Your plan quickly got thrown out the door; a growl emitting from the chest behind you, as Mingi rutts his bare length into your lower back.

Spotting kisses around your neck and shoulder, your boyfriend speaks.

“You know, I think it’s so cute,” placing a kiss on your shoulder “That you think I can’t tell when you’re awake,” placing a kiss where your shoulder meets your neck “When I can still smell your sweet cunt beg for attention when I barely graze you,” he finishes with a light bite below your ear; a place that makes you breathe out a whine.

“Mingi, please,” “Please what?”

Pouting at his teasing, you pull his hand that’s wrapped around your waist, and place it in between your legs- sure that he can feel the accumulated arousal.

“Please fuck me, I really need it. I really need you,” You beg, tilting your head to the side as much as you can to tantalize him.

In an instant, you are shoved onto your stomach, Mingi’s thick thighs straddling yours, his long length resting on your butt. Feeling his precum dripping onto you, you grind your ass up to feel some type of friction- being stopped by Mingi grabbing your hair and pulling you back enough for him to whisper in your ear.

“Little mate, I suggest you not tease me. I would love to make you properly mine- but if you keep acting up, my wolf will take over, and you will be marked and knotted,” His raspy voice makes your eyes flutter back. Inhaling a deep breath, his hand in your hair tightens, as he undoubtedly smells the new wave of arousal gushing out from his words.

“Please Mingi. Mark me, knot me, I don’t care. I just need you in -!” Your begging gets cut off as you feel your boyfriend crawl down you- him lifting your hips up, and sliding his tongue through your slit.

Rolling your eyes back as his talented tongue does wonders on you, he grabs your ass cheeks for more leverage. After sliding his tongue into you a few times, mocking what’s next to come, he travels up, licking at the pink hole between your cheeks. Reaching your arms out behind you, you attempt to hold him in place to continue eating you out. Much to your disappointment, he gets back up to his previous position, holding your hands behind you.

“Baby, hold yourself open for me,” You quickly obey, grabbing your cheeks to present yourself to him.

His groan fills your ears, before feeling his cock enter you, him only stopping when his lower stomach is fully resting on you. Being left breathless from the sudden intrusion, you let out a loud moan when he pulls out, only to thrust back in- the power of the thrust shaking your form.

After a few more slower thrusts, his resolve finally breaks, as he starts snapping his hips into yours at a faster pace; the room filling with the sounds of moans, and slapping skin.

Hands having fallen, you grasp the bed sheet, as you raise your hips back to meet Mingi’s thrusts.

Feeling his cock throb inside you, you moan out, letting him know you’re close. He bends down closer to you, hips pistoning even faster. If it weren’t for the pillow between the wall and the headboard, you knew that there would for sure be a dent in the wall.

Placing kisses on your shoulder, to sweeten the blow that was prepared to come, he finally finds your sweet spot; biting down on it as he feels you come around his length. Whining at the intensity of the strong orgasm, you don’t notice the trail of blood running down your collarbone, from where your boyfriend was latched onto you.

Mingi finally pulls back, slowing down his thrusts as he comes, his cock swelling in size and pumping his seed into you directly.

Gasping out at the slightly uncomfortable feeling, your attempts to wiggle around are thwarted by Mingi laying his upper body on you- turning your face to kiss it.

“So this is what knotting is?” you question, as the uncomfortable feeling subsides, having adjusted to his large size “Yes it is. The knot should go down in around twenty minutes- there was a lot that went in, so it’s going to take a little longer than usual,” He replies with a tired yawn.

Turning over to your sides, you press your upper body against his before falling asleep feeling content.

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Title: Live for the Night Relationship(s): Komaeda Nagito/Hinata Hajime Rating: Explicit Summary: Hinata has been single for quite a long time. Wingman Souda seeks to change that by bringing him to his favourite nightclub and introducing him to his rave buddies. Hinata, however, has eyes for much less favourable company. Based on @devilcouldweep‘s Rave AU Trigger Warnings: Recreational drug use, alcohol, sex under the influence, Mentions of drug overdose, discussions of stabbings, Public sex. Disclaimer: Other old fic with some stuff I’m embarrassed about. Quality is lower.

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"Souda…I look like a twink."

Hinata stared at himself in the mirror, reflecting on how long it had taken him to wrangle those fishnets that now clung to his chest and three quarters of the way down his arms. The elastic around his neck rubbed uncomfortably against his adam’s apple and every now and then the netting would catch on his nipples. The stockings had been much worse to put on, but weren’t uncomfortable in the same way the top was.

Over the fishnet top was a white crop top he had borrowed from Souda that sported a neon sunset and the words ‘Jabberwock.’ He recalled thinking ‘What the fuck is a Jabberwock?’ whilst slipping it on. To cover the fishnets on his lower half he wore a pair of ripped skinny jeans, less ripped and more gutted than anything. And to top it all off were these white platform sneakers he’d bought because they were ‘cool’ way before he realised they were platforms. Oh well, it’s not like he couldn’t use a few extra inches.

Hinata crossed his arms over his midsection, a pathetic attempt to hide the exposed skin. Souda simply laughed, joining his soul friend's side and slinging an arm over his shoulder. "That's the point man! We gotta reel you in some dick somehow!"

Hinata groaned as the boy cackled, threading his fingers under the fishnets adorning his hips. This was the first time he'd worn something like this, and no amount of shitty vodka cruisers were making him feel less insecure.

Souda himself was wearing these baggy pants with reflective stripes and numerous pockets and a pair of those popular light up shoes, the ones that change colour with every step. On the top half he wore a studded white leather harness that settled snugly just below his pecs and a sleeveless hoodie to make him look almost modest. His hair was it’s usual dyed neon pink and spiked as if he intended to use it as a weapon.

“Souda...you know I give more than I take, right?” Hinata muttered, almost offended that his ever-so-supportive friend had just assumed he was a bottom.

“Well lately you haven’t been doing either!” Souda grabbed his shoulders with both hands, practically shaking the poor boy. “C’mon man you look sooo good! If I was gay I’d fuck you!”

Hinata rolled his eyes. “I’ve never met a straight man who’d wear a harness.”

“Uh, what about, literally every dog ever?”

“You’re not a dog.”

“Whatever! Let’s just go!”

Hinata snorted. It seemed entertaining Souda in his shitty attempts to get him a boyfriend was going to pay off. “Yeah, okay.”

“Yeah!” Souda cheered, pumping his right fist in the air and slapping Hinata’s ass with his left hand simultaneously. He couldn’t even be embarrassed, not when it was from So-not-gay Souda.

The duo took a cab to their destination, despite Souda insisting that they should walk to save money. Hinata would pay anything to not be seen outside in this. Especially not by somebody he knew. They were headed to a rave club in a less favourable part of town, one Souda insisted ‘wasn’t as bad as it seems!’ It was definitely as bad as it seems, like, there had been 3 stabbings in that club. Twice it had been the same fucking guy, and Hinata wasn’t sure if he should chalk that up to bad luck or blatant idiocy. Who would go to a club where they had already been stabbed once, just to get stabbed again?

Souda seemed to notice that Hinata’s thoughts were quickly going in a poor direction, so he decided to distract him with idle chatter. “I think you’ll like some of my friends there.”

Hinata turned to the boy sitting to his left, wearing a rather curious expression. “You have friends?”

“Shut up, you’re awful!” Souda whined, trying to sound mad but failing miserably. “Anyway, there’s this guy named Tanaka, he works at a zoo, how fucking cool is that?! Though he refers to himself as ‘The Supreme Overlord of Ice.’ I think it’s meant to be some kind of stage name or something?”

Stage name? What fucking stage is he working on at a zoo?

“Sounds like quite the character, huh.” Hinata murmured.

“You’ll get it when you meet him!” Souda beamed, glancing out the window. “Oh hey, we're almost there!”

The nervousness Hinata was feeling finally overtook the embarrassment. Souda gave him a reassuring tap on the shoulder as the taxi pulled up outside of the club. He could already hear the muffled music blaring from inside.

Hinata paid the driver and the two of them stepped out. The first thing they noticed was how fucking cold that breeze was, espeically when neither of them had proper sleeves. They both rushed towards the entrance, the bouncer barely looking at them before allowing them in. Hinata added that to the list of 'things that make this place sketchy.'

Nothing could have prepared him for the absolute assault on his senses that occured the second he entered the building. Loud music with heavy bass blared throughout the venue, drowning out the sound of Souda excitedly chattering next to him. The air reeked of sweat, booze, and artificial smoke. The strobe lights dancing around the place were quite dizzying, something that forced Hinata to look down to avoid the nausea. Oh, his shirt is glowing, they must be using blue light.

Hinata took a moment to admire the neon on his shirt, beginning to understand exactly why Souda had lent him this one in particular. It looked much less tacky and actually kind of cool under the bright lights.

“Oi, Hinata!”

A voice close to his ear startled him. He jumped back, sighing with relief once he realised it was only Souda. He too was glowing under the nights, his neon pink hair shining like a beacon and the leather harness glowed a soft shade of blue. It was really aesthetically pleasing.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Hinata spoke loudly, trying to make himself heard above the music.

“I’m gonna go find Tanaka and Mioda, you wanna get started at the bar?”

“Yeah, alright.”

And in the blink of an eye Souda was gone. Hinata sighed, disappointed but not surprised that his friend had run off almost immediately. He stepped out onto the dancefloor, shoving his way through the numerous bustling bodies and making his way towards the glowing neon lights of the bar.

He finally made it out, breathing a sigh of relief as he leant his elbows onto the scarred wood of the bar. If the amount of people wasn’t already overwhelming, the atmosphere just strangled the breath from him. It felt as if eyes were boring into him from all directions, judging, enticing. Hinata shook off the feeling, drawing it up to just nerves and the sensation of his exposed skin.

“Can I get you anything?” A voice snapped him from his thoughts, Hinata looked up, seeing the bartender staring him down like an unwanted guest.

He swallowed the nervous lump in his throat. “U-um, yeah...could I get a shot of Smirnoffs?

The bartender nodded and grabbed a bottle from under the bar. She carefully poured him a shot of the cheap vodka, sliding it towards him before wandering off to serve other customers. She was quite a busty lady, definitely put in this kind of place as a means of encouraging more people to buy more overpriced liquor. She sounded cheery as she sparked up conversations with clubgoers, but Hinata could see those dark bags under her eyes, the way her smile dimmed as she listened to them. It was quite obvious she hated her job and was well aware that she was being exploited.

Hinata lifted the small glass to his lips, downing the shot quickly before setting the glass back down on the counter. He sighed off the burn and turned around, scanning the crowd to see if he could find Souda.

Instead of Souda, Hinata found his eye being caught by the boy to his left who was also leaning against the bar. He hadn’t been there a moment before, but Hinata was immediately intrigued by his glowing blue hair and odd getup, one not so different from his own.

His hair was a gravity defying mess, with the blue glow it reminded Hinata a bit of cotton candy. His chest was clad in a cropped fishnet quite similar to his own, though his arms were covered by a dark coloured coat decorated with glowing blue squares on the right shoulder. There was a pair of green and pink glow sticks fixed to his left sleeve just above the elbow, similar to how a student council member wore a red armband. Perhaps it symbolised something in a similar way?

Below his exposed waist was a pair of low riding jeans that were a bit lighter in colour, but not light enough to pick up the blue light. His belt was, however, along with the cuffs of his jeans resting just below the knee above his boots. Speaking of the boots, they were...eccentric. They were sharp with a pointed toe and a slight heel and somehow made Hinata feel a little less insecure about his own choice in dangerous footwear.

The boy must have noticed Hinata’s gawking because as his eyes wandered back up he found that stare being returned. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to mutter out an apology. The boy interrupted him before he could get it out, however.

“You’re new.” He smiled, leaning in close to make sure his voice was heard. “What’s your name?”

Hinata forced his hands into his pockets, trying to look as casual as possible as if he hadn’t been ogling the boy just a moment ago. “Hinata Hajime.”

“Hinata Hajime…” Komaeda practically rolled the words around on his tongue. “May I call you Hinata-kun?”

“Sure. What about you, what’s your name?” Hinata narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit frustrated that the alcohol wasn’t taking the edge off his anxiety.

“Ah, how rude of me. My name is Komaeda Nagito, you can call me whatever you please.” Komaeda smiled widely, as if exchanging names was further than he expected to get. “What brings you to Hope’s Summit?”

“Eh, I was peer pressured into coming by a friend.” Hinata muttered, a little embarrassed now that he had to explain his presence to a stranger. “I don’t usually come to places like this…”

Komaeda pursed his lips together, bringing his hand to his chin. “Hm, that makes sense. I’m quite the regular here, but mostly because I-”

“OI! HINATA!!”

Hinata snapped around, not listening to the end of Komaeda’s sentence. Souda was waving from the crowd, quickly approaching him with two other people trailing behind him.

“Oh, how awkward. I’m gonna head off. I hope to see you again, Hinata-kun.” Komaeda spoke softly, but just loud enough for only Hinata to hear.

Hinata turned back around to farewell Komaeda but he was already gone, likely he had already slipped into the crowd. He sighed, bringing his full attention back to the excited boy in front of him.

“Mioda, Tanaka, this is Hinata, my soul friend! Hinata, this is Mioda and Tanaka, my rave friends!” Souda beamed, hopping up and down and gesturing wildly.

“Hajime-chan!” A girl with black hair dyed with colourful streaks that had been styled up into horns practically squealed upon seeing Hinata, instantly rushing up to him and throwing her arms around the confused boy. “Kazuichi-chan never shuts up about you! So, are you into moshing? Raving? OOOOH you HAVE to listen to my songs!!”

The scene girl stared at Hinata with wide eyes that practically sparkled in the dark. He took a small step, only to bump straight into the other boy that Souda had introduced, Tanaka.

“Be cautious, mortal! It appears that despite only having entered this building mere moments ago, you have already encountered a cursed being…” He boomed in a gruff voice, grabbing hold of Hinata’s shoulders.

This only startled him further, leading Hinata to push Tanaka away from him. “Take a step back! Geez! What the fuck are you saying?”

“Guys I know you’re excited but give him room.” Souda stepped between Hinata and Mioda, encouraging the girl to exit his personal space. “Tanaka was just pointing out the fact you were talking to...what’s that guy’s name again?”

“Komaeda.” Hinata mumbled.

“Komaeda! Right.” Souda affirmed, smiling a little

“OOH! Creepy drug dealer Komaeda?” Mioda somehow sounded rather excited about that.

“Creepy drug dealer?” Hinata questioned.

Tanaka nodded. “That’s correct. That fiend uses this venue as a means of dispensing his poison.”

“Yeah, yeah! One of Ibuki’s friends O’Ded on a bunch of the pills he sold him! He’s no good! He doesn’t even dance!”

Hinata was a little confused. Yeah the guy was intimidating but not...creepy? Also, isn’t it the responsibility of whoever’s taking the drugs not to take too many? It’s not like Komaeda shoved them down his throat… Though admittedly the prospect of Komaeda being a drug dealer did put him off a little.

“He doesn’t seem that bad.” Hinata defended him, despite not really being sure why.

“You should probably stay away from him anyway, Hinata bro. C’mon, there’s plenty of other fish in the sea!” Souda cheered, slapping him hard on the back.

The other boy winced, feeling somewhat shaken by the events that were going down. Man he expected Souda’s friends to be eccentric but...they were fucking crazy. He almost wanted to go back to chatting with chill cotton candy boy. At least he respected boundaries.

“Right, sure. Hey, I’ve already had a few drinks so I’m gonna go take a piss. Feel free to get started without me.” Hinata flashed the group a forced smile, before dashing off into the crowd before any of them could object.

Once he felt thoroughly out of sight, he sighed loudly. It was weird that he felt more comfortable being surrounded by random people who weren’t talking to him than he did with that little bundle of freaks. That was until that comfortable mass of people suddenly reached out and grabbed ahold of his wrist. He froze in pure fear.

“Hinata-kun! How lucky it is that I get to see you again!”

His racing heart slowed a little as he recognised the voice along with that fluffy bundle of hair and much too exposed chest. It was just Komaeda, creepy drug dealer Komaeda.

“Jesus christ please don’t scare me like that!” He hissed, drawing in a little closer so he could properly hear the other boy.

Komaeda laughed cheekily, giving Hinata a big grin. “I’m going to assume your friends told you about the kind of person I am, huh?”

“Huh? Were you listening or something?”

“No, but it’s what most people who drag newcomers along do. I’m surprised they didn’t warn you earlier!”

“...Is that why you pounced on me at the bar?”

Komaeda bit his lip, averting his gaze a little. “Ah, I must have come on too strongly. I'm sorry, it’s not often people don’t outwardly reject me. Not that they aren’t right to do so, I’m quite worthless trash, after all.”

Hinata ignored the self deprecation, deciding to instead tackle the root of the problem. “So Komaeda, why do you come here then?”

“Socialisation, appreciation of the music, the fact the business doesn’t care if I deal here, I can dress like a male stripper without being judged. There’s a few reasons Hinata-kun, would you like to hear more?”

Hinata shook his head, feeling a little embarrassed by the fact Komaeda actually admitted the last one. “No no that’s enough. So uh, why do you deal drugs?”

“Hmm, why do you think I deal drugs, Hinata-kun?”

Hinata pressed a fist to his lips in thought. “Poor financial situation?”

Komaeda cackled as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard before shaking his head. “No, god, if anything it’s the opposite. I do it because it’s fun. I like giving people a new perspective on the world, a chance to enjoy themselves even more so than usual.”

“I see…” Hinata mumbled. “You aren’t dealing any like...hard drugs, are you?”

Komaeda waved his hands innocently. “No no not at all. I’ve tried heroin, that stuff is way too addictive for me to just be passing it around. I don’t deal any kinds of opioids at all, actually. Mostly just cannabis, MDMA, LSD occasionally. Oh! And ketamine, that’s been really popular recently.” He clapped his hands together in completion.

“Wow...so Mioda’s friend who overdosed-”

“Was an idiot, yes.” Komaeda sighed, rolling his eyes and crossing his over his chest. “I did tell him to slow down, but you know how people can be. Getting overzealous isn’t going to make you any higher.”

“I guess...” Hinata was feeling a little guilty for bringing up something that obviously frustrated Komaeda. “Is that kind of high really worth risking your health for?”

“Well, if you’re smart about it you’re usually fine. Especially with stuff like ecstasy, the serotonin drawback is easily managed and the high is…” Komaeda’s lips curved into an impossibly wide grin and his voice dipped a little. “It’s really worth it.”

“R-really? I have heard that ecstasy is one of the more enjoyable drugs you can do...”

“Mm? You wanna try some?” Komaeda smirked, reaching into his coat pocket before pulling his hand out to reveal a small baggie containing several hot pink coloured tablets.

Hinata’s brain instantly recoiled. Years of anti-drug and peer pressure campaigns told him he absolutely shouldn’t. He didn’t know this man, he didn’t know this drug. Smoking weed in Souda’s garage didn’t compare to doing ecstasy with a complete stranger.

And yet he was completely entranced as Komaeda plucked a pill from the bag between two fingers. He smirked, looking down at the other boy like a predator eyeing up it’s prey.

“The choice is yours, Hinata-kun.”

Komaeda poked out his tongue, carefully placing the neon tablet onto it. Hinata felt as if he was on fire, especially after hearing his name on those sultry lips. The pill glowed under the bluelight, beginning to dissolve from Komaeda’s saliva. The boy huffed, urging him to make the decision before it disappeared completely.

That was enough to send the blood straight from the decision making centre of his brain and straight to the teenage boy part of his brain that said ‘Fuck it; he’s really hot.’

Hinata grabbed the taller boy, wrapping his fingers in the little fishnet crop top he wore. He stuck his own tongue out, pulling Komaeda in closely until their tongues made contact and he could pull the pill onto his own. It tasted bitter and tarty, but that elated look on Komaeda’s face kept him from pulling away.

The other boy took over, pushing the pill further onto Hinata’s tongue until the kiss had returned to his mouth. He eyed Hinata’s throat closely, continuing to kiss him deeply whilst watching for that telltale bob of his throat which came moments later. He’d swallowed it.

Komaeda broke off the kiss, not missing the little whine that left Hinata’s throat as he pulled away. He took another pill from the baggie and placed it on his tongue again before shoving the rest in his pocket. “H-huh...you want me to take two? Is that even safe...?” Hinata stammered, eyeing the other boy cautiously.

Komaeda drew his tongue back into his mouth, dry swallowing the pill as if it was what he was born to do. “What? You thought you were the only one getting high? I can give you another if you’d like.”

“No no, I just assumed you were already high…” Hinata spoke at a normal volume, which made him quite difficult to hear.

Komaeda broke into a fit of laughter, startling Hinata. “Oh wow you really haven’t done this before have you? I’m not going to give you any more, one is more than enough.”

Logical thought was starting to return to Hinata; he was nervous now. “That’s fine...uh...what should I expect?”

“Oh, right. It takes about half an hour to an hour to kick in. You’ll probably feel nauseous first. If you need to hurl, just let it happen. You should start feeling the effects not long after that.” Komaeda took a hold of Hinata’s hand, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles reassuringly.

“Right. Cool. That’s exciting. Uh, say Komaeda…” Hinata trailed off for a few seconds, but jumped back in to the sentence before the other boy could question it. “You mentioned earlier that you like the music right? What kind of artists are you into?”

“Hmm, I’m into more obscure artists than anything. Uhhhh...Have you heard of EDEN?”

“Never. “

“That’s unfortunate. What about...Deadmau5?”

“Oh I know him! Classic. Not a big fan of his songs though. Have you heard of David Guetta?”

Komaeda clicked his tongue. “Of course. Generic, but he has some good songs.. Porter Robinson?”

“Ehh I’ve vaguely heard of him? What about Dillon Francis?”

“Also painfully generic. Krewella?”

“Don’t know 'em. Martin Garrix?”

“Appeals too much to the masses. Uhm surely you’ve heard of Daft Punk?”

“Duh, who hasn’t. Their music’s a little too mellow for me, though. Avicii?”

“GOD Avicii! His music is brilliant. All his songs are quite tragic to listen to now though.” Komaeda breathed a sigh of relief, thankful they could find common ground amongst Hinata’s painfully vanilla taste. “Such an unfortunate loss of somebody with such shining hope…”

Hinata nodded in agreement, also recalling how heartbreaking it was to lose such a talented artist. They chatted for a short while about their favourite songs by him, bonding over their attachment to the lyrics. As if on queue actually, one of his songs started playing loudly over the speakers littered throughout the venue. The Nights, specifically.

“Huh. Ironic.” He murmured.

“Is it? He was a very talented and popular DJ after all.”

“Whatever! Dance with me.”

Hinata hadn’t noticed Komaeda let go of his hand during their conversation, so naturally it was his duty to remedy that. He grabbed ahold of those skinny fingers, pulling Komaeda closer.

Komaeda was quite surprised by Hinata’s sudden burst of confidence, but most certainly welcomed it. It wasn’t before long that they were both belting out the lyrics as loudly as they could whilst clinging to one another and swaying. Hinata felt absolutely ecstatic, as if he was walking on air with the prettiest boy in this stupid place.

Until the nausea hit him like a sack of bricks.

He gagged against Komaeda’s shoulder, cupping his hand over his mouth aggressively. Komaeda wasn’t kidding when he said he was probably gonna throw up, geez…

“Ah, sorry Hinata-kun, I wasn’t paying attention.” Komaeda chuckled softly as he slid his hand up the other boy’s arm a little, pressing his thumb into the soft part of his wrist an inch or so below his palm. Almost immediately Hinata’s nausea began to ease off, leaving him feeling quite delirious.

“Wh-what kind of spell did you just cast on me, Komaeda?” Hinata stared at Komaeda as if he were a god among men.

“It’s a pressure point.” He smirked, drawing in a little closer to bask in Hinata’s loving gaze. “If you feel better than you’ll probably be fine, luck is on our side.”

Hinata giggled, using his free hand to place his hand on Komaeda’s face. “You’re pretty.”

Komaeda returned the gesture, despite being a little upset Hinata completely ignored his explanation. “You’re high.”

“We both are! Y’know what that means?”

“What does it mean, Hinata-kun?”

Hinata answered the question by planting his lips on Komaeda’s. Which wasn’t really an answer, but he leaned into the kiss regardless.

It took no time at all for Hinata’s innocent kiss to turn more intimate. Soft swipes of wet tongues had the two of them melting into each other. Hinata’s hands roamed higher, fingers wrapping in those messy blue curls as he revelled in the texture. Komaeda’s hands drifted lower, settling on the other boy’s exposed hips as he lightly brushed his fingers over the skin.

Hinata curled a small chunk of hair around his fingers and tugged harshly, pulling Komaeda’s face even closer as their teeth knocked together. A low moan left his throat, absolutely enthralled by the pain rippling through his skull. This only roused Hinata further; the boy suddenly grinding his hips into Komaeda’s.

In all honesty, Komaeda didn’t expect to get this far. Of course he was attracted to Hinata, especially the innocent way he assumed no ill in his intentions. And Hinata was quite obviously attracted to him, evident by the was he completely undressed Komaeda with his eyes upon their first encounter. Hinata shouldn’t have come back after learning he was unfavourable company. Hinata shouldn’t have so easily warmed up to him. Hinata most certainly shouldn’t have taken that pill right off his tongue. Komaeda just kept pushing and pushing, trying his luck even further and it just kept working.

It was wrong, dangerous, but he couldn’t stop. Especially not now that both of them had basically thrown away all fear and impulse control with just one little pill.

So Komaeda did the same thing he had been doing all night, acting on those shameful urges of his. His hands slid over Hinata’s hip bones, then down to squeeze his ass through his jeans. Hinata startled, squeaking as he pulled back to take a breath of air.

Both of them were left panting, the room feeling significantly warmer than before. Not once did they break eye contact whilst trying to regain their breath, as if each one was trying to figure out what the other was thinking. Surprisingly enough, it was Komaeda this time who decided to make his desires clear.

He leaned closer, down as close as he could get to Hinata’s ear before whispering out one word, “More.”

Hinata moaned loudly, despite all that was done to him was purely audial. Komaeda couldn’t help but laugh, bewildered by the odd reaction. He went to straighten back up, but Hinata’s grip in his hair tightened. “K-keep talking…”

“Hmm? What would you like to hear,” Komaeda’s voice dropped an octave as he dragged the name out, “Hi-na-ta-kun?”

A whimper was contained behind Hinata’s lips as he pressed his thighs together, a weak attempt to steady his building arousal. Komaeda smirked, knowing he’d hit the mark. The drug was making Hinata’s hearing sensitive, so every sound felt better than it was in reality. He couldn’t deny that he was feeling the same way, but right now there was only one sound he wanted to hear.

Komaeda kissed his temple, trailing light little kisses down Hinata’s jaw until he settled on a soft part of his neck, giving it a curious lick. The other boy writhed beneath him, practically begging Komaeda to do something. He sunk his teeth in, eliciting a high pitched whine from the other boy as he pushed himself even closer.

“Komaed-aaaaa!” Hinata squealed, hitching his leg around the other’s waist. Komaeda wrapped his arms around Hinata’s back, ensuring neither of them lost their balance in the process. He sucked at the irritated skin, occasionally grazing his teeth across the wound. Hinata seemed to be getting a lot of pleasure out of it, judging by the way he rubbed his crotch against the front of Komaeda’s jeans. Komaeda couldn’t deny that he was mimicking those motions himself.

“K-komaeda...I can’t- I can’t keep doing this…” Hinata huffed, seemingly out of breath.

Komaeda pulled away from the boy’s neck feeling a little disappointed. “Oh? Have you finally realised what worthless garbage I truly am?” He topped the sentence off with a little laugh, one that he intended to be dark but was just high and giggly.

“No! Not at all! You’re amazing Ko! You’re making me feel so,” Hinata gyrated his hips, moaning out the rest of his sentence, “ so good.”

Never did Komaeda expect that sentence to make him so flustered. He swallowed hard, attempting to regain his self-control so he didn't start fucking him right there on the dancefloor. “W-we should take this elsewhere…”

Hinata’s eyes lit up as if he were a little kid on Christmas. He slid his leg down off the other boy’s waist and let go of his hair before straightening up and tugging his fishnets back up his hips, acting all proper as if he hadn’t been dry-humping somebody moments ago. “Yes. That sounds...great.”

They shared a nod, then Komaeda wrapped his fingers around Hinata’s wrist and began to lead him through the crowd. Hinata could barely contain his excitement, grinning from ear to ear at the thought of spending more time with Komaeda, being touched, touching him. It all felt much too good. It would also be great to relieve the throbbing boner that was chafing against his underwear.

Komaeda pulled them from the dancefloor, more towards the back of the building. Hinata swore he saw a flash of pink hair as they passed the bar, but he concluded that it was probably just the strobe lights. Komaeda pushed open the door to the men’s restroom, and suddenly they were stood in a bright room trying to blink away the burn of the lights. Hinata whined and squeezed his eyes closed.

The taller boy pulled him into the very end stall, clicking the lock shut behind them. “Hinata-kun, c’mon, open your eyes…”

Hinata grumbled, slowly blinking and rubbing at his eyes as they adjusted to the foreign light. Despite still squinting he was able to actually get a good look at Komaeda now. He was paler than expected, and that cotton-candy coloured hair was actually a snow white. His eyes were a soft grey, well, what he could see past those blown pupils. Those thin lips were swollen and red from their passionate makeout. He was just as attractive without those neon lights.

Komaeda stared, shocked by what he was seeing before him. Not because Hinata looked different without the dark lights, or the large red hickey decorating his neck. He threaded his fingers into his own hair, making a wheezy little laughing sound.

He couldn’t believe it, Hinata’s pupils were quivering.

“Hmm? Do you like what you seeeee?” Hinata giggled, clearly appreciating the attention.

“Yes, it’s just, wow...we should do this before you get over your peak huh?”

“Peak?”

“Mhmm,” Komaeda leaned in close to Hinata’s ear, “right now your senses should be at their highest point.”

Ridiculously enough, Hinata’s knees immediately went weak upon hearing that seductive voice again. Komaeda took the opportunity to place his hands on Hinata’s hips and force his back into the wall, the cold tiles burning at his exposed waist.

They kissed again, but this time it was sloppy and desperate. Komaeda’s tongue in Hinata’s mouth, then Hinata’s tongue in Komaeda’s mouth. Drool dribbled down Komaeda’s chin when he lost focus for a moment whilst unbuttoning Hinata’s jeans.

Komaeda brought his hand to Hinata’s front and began to palm him slowly through his boxers. Hinata moaned into the kiss, leaning into Komaeda’s touch until he suddenly changed his mind. He brought his hand to the other boy’s wrist, pulling back.

“Wait wait wait...could you fuck me instead?” He whispered, voice low despite not possessing a hint of hesitation.

Komaeda chuckled. “Here? Seriously.”

Hinata was confused for a moment before he noted the lack of space in the toilet stall. Komaeda shifted slightly, drawing attention to the way his shoes kept sticking to the floor. On the stall door and walls graffiti told tales of unrequited love and scrawled phone numbers. Everything about this was so gross, so filthy, so obscene. But that only seemed to make it all the more appealing.

“Pleeeeease fuck me, Komaeda Nagito.”

Komaeda put up his hands in a defensive pose, desperately trying to keep a grip on things before both of them got too out of hand. “Hooooold on, do you even have a condom?”

“Uuuuuhhh…” Hinata patted his front pockets then his back pockets. Fortunately his wallet was still there, but- Wait, something crinkled in the other pocket.

He pulled out the offending object and held it between two fingers. It was a condom in shiny green packaging. He couldn’t help but giggle, of course Souda had planted it on him earlier. “How lucky.”

Komaeda smirked, almost as if he knew this was going to happen. “Well, since you asked so nicely and even have a condom, I guess I can’t say no can I?”

“Y-you can say no!” Hinata protested.

“I know, I’m just messing with you.” Komaeda winked, plucking the wrapper from Hinata’s hands and shoving in into his front pocket. “I’ve wanted this, wanted you, all night.”

If he wasn’t already feeling impossibly hot, Hinata would have gotten even hotter at those words. The sheer desperation dripping from his voice reminded him of his own poorly neglected erection. Komaeda wiggled his thumbs underneath the waistline of Hinata’s jeans and pulled them down, letting them sit about halfway down his thighs. He then looped his fingers into the elastic of the fishnets, pulling it back a little before letting it snap back against Hinata’s stomach.

Komaeda laughed at the way Hinata yelped. “God I would’ve loved to fuck you in just the stockings. Just look at the way they squeeze into your chubby little thighs! Soo cute, Hinata-kun…”

"You can fuck me in them next time, just pleeeeeeease hurry up!" Hinata whined, puffing his cheeks out to express his frustration.

"Next time? Well, that better be a promise." Komaeda smirked to himself as he pulled down the boy's stockings, leaving his underwear now completely exposed.

Komaeda crouched down to his knees, feeling a little performative with the way Hinata's eyes burned into him. He placed his hands on the boy's hips before bringing his mouth to the wet patch on the front his boxers. Perhaps he should warn Hinata that this was going to feel a lot better than he remembered…or not.

Hinata gasped, his fingers finding their way back into those curly white locks. This seemingly egged Komaeda on and he pressed his whole face against Hinata's crotch, taking in a deep breath.

"You smell really good…"

"Grooooss!! How perverted are you?" Hinata put on a chastising tone, but his intrigued expression was very much betraying him.

"Veeeeerry." Komaeda mumbled against Hinata's clothed cock, sending small vibrations along the skin.

He slid his hands back up, tugging down the waistband of Hinata’s boxers. The exposure of his hot dick against the cold air made a shiver go down his spine. Komaeda just gaped, in complete awe at how hard and wet he already was.

Komaeda stuck out his tongue and licked a long stripe from the base of Hinata’s cock to the trip, drawing out a long and high-pitched moan. Hinata couldn’t believe how fucking good it all felt. Komaedas breath hot on his dick, the texture of every single taste bud stimulating the sensitive skin, the fishnets digging into his thighs and the way Komaeda’s nails gently grazed over his hips. It was too much, especially now that the boy’s lips were teasing at the reddened head and sucking in such a lewd way.

“K-komaeda...I think I’m already going to come…” Hinata huffed, tugging at the hair of the boy below him.

Komaeda took his hands and mouth away. “C’mon Hinata-kun, at least try to keep it together.” He teased, despite wanting nothing more than for Hinata to completely lose his mind.

Hinata whined at the lack of contact, but he seemed to recover slightly as he panted and leaned further back against the wall. “It’s just...it’s really good.”

“It’s supposed to be. Ah, screw it, even I can’t wait. Turn around.” Komaeda murmured away to himself, beginning to undo the clasp of his belt. This action was followed by the undoing of the front of his jeans, then both his jeans and boxers being messily pushed down.

Oh! The carpet does match the drapes!

Unsurprisingly, Komaeda was just as hard as he was. Precome shimmered under the bright lights coating nearly the entire tip of his cock. He reached into his jeans pocket, pulling the condom packet out and tearing it open with ease. Carefully he pulled the object from the wrapper (which was swiftly shoved back into his pocket) and brought it to the head of his dick, pinching the little tip as he rolled the latex down the shaft. It was a translucent green colour…

Hinata didn’t realise he had been gawking until Komaeda let go of the tip and spun his finger in a little circle in the air, reminding him that he was asked to turn around. He nodded quickly and bit his lip, attempting to suppress the child-like excitement bubbling up in his chest as he pressed himself against the cool tiles.

Hinata stepped his lower half back a little from the wall, allowing his back to curve in a way Komaeda couldn't help but adore. To express this newfound adoration, he brought his hand down hard on Hinata's right ass cheek, relishing in both the debauched sound he made and the red handprint marring his skin.

“So meaaaan…” Hinata snivelled, sniffing away fake tears.

Komaeda giggled a little at the comment, tracing his index finger down between Hinata’s cheeks until he settled at his entrance. It was slightly lubed from what he had picked up off the condom, but definitely not well enough to cause Hinata no pain. He could only hope that the boy could handle it.

He pressed the finger in, finding there was little resistance. Somewhat relieved, Komeda added a second, an action that caused the Hinata to squeeze his eyes closed tightly and huff. “That burns…”

Komaeda planted his other hand on the wall and leaned in close to his shoulder, whispering as closely to his ear as he could. “It’s okay, you’re doing great.”

The next noise Hinata made was one of pleasure, likely from hearing Komaeda’s voice again. He took advantage of the opportunity and pushed his fingers deeper, separating them slowly as Hinata made another pained expression.

“You’re such a good boy, just open up for me please.”

Another moan, Komaeda spread his fingers fully, another cry of pain.

“Yes, yes, that’s it Hajime-kun.”

Hinata’s whole body shivered upon hearing his first name. He could see himself getting really addicted to this, but he wasn’t sure if he was referring to the MDMA pumping through his veins or the praise of the boy above him.

Komaeda’s fingers disappeared, leaving him feeling empty but not upset. It was a sign of more to come. Hinata felt his heart begin to race impossibly quick as the head of Komaeda’s cock rubbed up against him.

“T-this is going to hurt.” Komaeda murmured.

“Do it. Break me.”

The little self restraint Komaeda had left snapped immediately upon hearing those words. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and with some guidance he was already pushing into the other boy much too quickly. Hinata keened, his voice breaking halfway through that loud cry and he was left making a quiet raspy sound.

His whole body was on fire. He could feel Komaeda’s cock throbbing inside him, so desperate to start moving. His heart was pounding in his ears, feeling as though it was matching the muffled 180bpm music blaring beyond the walls. Telling Komaeda to do that was clearly not the best decision he had made this evening...along with pretty much everything else.

“You’re so ridiculously hot Hinata-kun...I...I think I’m losing my mind…” Komaeda wheezed, laughing softly as his breath huffed hot against Hianta’s ear.

Hinata moaned again and rolled his hips back onto Komaeda, he was getting antsy, he needed more. The pain didn’t matter, not compared to the urgent need to be touched and burn off this excess energy. “I stand by what I said, please, don’t hold back. I need more, Nagito.”

That was motivating enough for Komaeda, who moved his hips back before snapping them forwards. It didn’t hurt so much this time, in fact, it was actually starting to feel good. Komaeda nestled his head into the crook oh Hinata’s shoulder, smiling wide as he brushed his lips against his neck.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Hinata nodded, pressing his lips together tightly as he felt a drop of sweat roll down his forehead.

Komaeda thrust into the boy beneath him roughly, relishing in the whimpering sound he made along with the slap of skin on skin. “Whore.”

Hinata resented the way his dick twitched upon hearing that word. “Wh-whore…?”

“Hm? That’s what you are, aren’t you? You come to a club, you ditch your friends to go do drugs then get fucked by a random stranger. I’d say that’s some pretty whorish behaviour.”

Oh shit, Komaeda wasn’t wrong. He’d completely forgotten about Sou-

Komaeda thrust into him again, stealing the air from Hinata’s lungs. An intense pleasure shocked through his body and he gasped, shuddering with a moan upon the exhale. He swore his vision went black for a moment as all coherent thought was completely wiped from his brain. “H-holy shit…”

“Easy to please, too.” Komaeda grinned and he could hear it.

Komaeda placed a hand on his waist and finally started fucking him with an actual pace, something Hinata didn’t expect himself to be grateful for. He moaned unashamedly, fingers clawing at the tiles frantically for something to ground him; secure him in a hold that wasn’t just Komaeda’s. How did he even have this much control over his actions right now?!

“So pathetic. I bet you never thought things would end up like this, did you?” Komaeda whispered in that irresistible voice of his.

Hinata’s only response was to moan louder.

“Answer the question, Hajime.”

“N-ah! No! I-I di- hah- didn’t!”

A hand slid up his side, tickling the sensitive skin as he brushed over it. It felt as if fireworks burst under every spot Komaeda’s fingers touched, making him tremble all over. It was too much, too much, he’s so so hot. Even the tears on his cheeks weren’t helping at all to alleviate that heat in his face.

“It’s- hah- It’s so cute how worked up you are.” Komaeda’s composure dropped for a moment as he moaned right in Hinata’s ear. If Hinata could have broken right there, he would’ve.

Komaeda noticed the way Hinata’s muscles clenched around him upon hearing him moan. It was amusing and devastating all at once. Even if he tried to pretend it wasn’t, the ecstasy was still making his senses overwhelmingly strong. Instead of continuing to tease the boy, it would be better to let his actions push him over the edge. He quickened the pace of his hips, thrusting rather messily as he stopped suppressing the obscene sounds coming from his mouth.

Hinata’s brain was going haywire, soaking in everything at once to the point of overstimulation. The sensation of the smooth tiles against his hot cheek, the fingers lightly grazing his chest, the sweat dripping down his back, the loud moans of the boy in his ear, the hair tickling at his neck, the physical presence of Komaeda above him, the head of his cock grazing against Hinata’s prostate, the feeling of his balls hitting his taint with every thrust that signified he had taken the entirety of Komaeda’s-

Hinata screamed.

Komaeda wasn’t sure to be flattered or concerned. The other boy convulsed beneath him, making a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan. He was coming already after all that teasing? That's no fair.

Hinata’s knees gave out beneath him, which would have put both of them on the floor had Komaeda not wrapped his arms around the boy’s midsection. They were both wheezing and panting heavily, to the point that Komaeda didn’t even have the breath to tell him to snap out of it. He pressed Hinata harder into the wall to force him to stay up as he kept thrusting.

The boy beneath him near squealed as his overstimulated dick burned against the cold tiles Hinata couldn't tell if he was in pain because everything felt too good, much too good. His body only craved more of that stimulation, more touch more movement more sound. "M-more…"

If Komaeda was capable of coherent thought at this point, he would have definitely stopped to question it. But his thoughts were filled with one thing, Hinata, and how fucking good it felt being inside him. Either Kuzuryuu had supplied him pills cut with viagra, or Hinata was a fucking monster.

Hinata nodded, laughing a little as he looked down and realised he was still just as hard as before. "K-keep going…it hurts."

“Hinata-kun...hah- Hajime. ” Komaeda moaned, bringing both of his hands down to cling to Hinata’s hips and he pounded into him without abandon.

Hinata was completely pressed to the wall now, crying as his face was forced into the tiles. Every time Komaeda pushed back into him his body shuddered as pain and pleasure rippled through. There was no chance to push Komaeda away, he felt so light and weak, muscles completely surrendering as he whimpered against the tiles.

“I love you, I love you so much Hajime-kun!”

“I- hiii- I love you too, aha, Nagito…”

The logical part of his brain knew that that was wrong. How could he love somebody who he just met? But the logical part of his brain couldn't talk, and all he knew was that this kind of intimacy was loving, anybody who would touch Hinata was somebody he loved.

Komaeda giggled, his voice raising into a high pitched whine as he began to chant Hinata’s name. “You’re so good Hajime-kun! Hajime-kun Hajime-kuuuun!!!”

His thrusts became more erratic as he dug his nails into Hinata’s skin. He was so so so close he just needed a little bit more and he could-

“N-nagito!” Hinata wailed. “That hurts!!”

Koameda came with a loud cry, riding out his orgasm with slowed movements. Hinata was bawling now, snivelling and whimpering with small sounds that almost could’ve been Komaeda’s first name. The boy above him burned with shame as he realised he’d just come to Hinata crying his name and he liked it.

He pulled out of Hinata, then yanked up the boy’s underwear and sat him on the toilet seat, waiting for him to ride out the vertigo from his sensory overload. His tears had seemingly weaned off just from being sat down with nothing to touch him. Hinata stared with a blank expression, small sobs occasionally leaving his throat as Komaeda begun to clean himself up.

He pulled off the condom and tied it at the end, dropping it in the box designated for sharp waste, not that it was sharp waste, but rather it was convenient. Komaeda then tucked himself back into his boxers, pulling them and his jeans back up to where they sat on his hips previously before doing up the fly. Hinata made a whiny little noise, suddenly being brought back to earth. Komaeda knelt down in front of the toilet, bringing his hand up to the boy’s cheek. “Hey, are you okay?”

Hinata nodded. For some reason he was expecting the ecstasy to completely wear off once he came, but of course it didn’t. He still felt light and giggly, but even more so now that he was completely exhausted. “H-how can you still be moving…?”

“I’ve done this a few times before.” Komaeda smiled, before realising the implications of his words. “Ah, not having sex in a public bathroom, but MDMA.”

Hinata responded with a sound of acknowledgement.

Komaeda eyed his clothed erection. “I’m surprised you’re still hard after all of that. Would you like me to do something about it?”

Hinata shook his head. It was understandable, his nerves were probably on fire right now.

“Here, stand up so I can clean the cum off your stomach.” Komaeda stood up, extending an arm to the other boy.

He took it graciously, his knees stuttering a little as Komaeda hauled him to his feet. He flushed bright red upon remembering that they had been having very loud very public sex just moments ago. “That was....really good.”

Komaeda nodded, ripping some toilet paper off the roll, before bringing it to Hinata’s exposed belly. It tickled a bit, so he looked away to distract himself, only to stare directly at the white fluid that was dripping down the tiles now. God he was so disgusting.

“Oh, it got on your shirt too. Sorry…” Komaeda murmured, wiping that down as well.

“It’s f-fine, I’ll just wash it before g-giving it back to Souda.” Hinata stuttered out.

Komaeda snorted. “You sure Souda-kun’s gonna want it back?”

“Y-you’re a dick.” Hinata grumbled, punching the other boy’s shoulder lightly.

Komaeda seemed content with his job, kissing a soft reassuring kiss to Hinata’s cheek as he tossed the soiled paper into the toilet. He grabbed another bunch to clean up Hinata’s mess on the wall, which only made the boy feel more embarrassed.

“So what’s your plan now, Hinata-kun?” Komaeda asked the question without even turning to look at him. “Are you going to head back to the dancefloor or are you wiped?”

“I’m fucking wiped. But...I- I really want to keep going!” Hinata sighed, examining the damage to his shirt.

“In what sense?”

“Um, I wanna keep enjoying this...I guess? Going home alone to sleep just sounds like a waste…”

“Oh!” Komaeda spun around to look at Hinata. “I should’ve mentioned it earlier, but you’ll probably have a hard time getting to sleep.”

“Oh, great, that’s exciting!” Despite the remark being obviously sarcastic, the tone of Hinata’s voice didn’t quite express that. “Well, what do you plan to do?”

“Go home alone and try to go to sleep.”

“Oh.”

The silence between them stretched out for way too long, it was even more uncomfortable because Hinata couldn’t stop making these awkward giggly noises. Komaeda finished cleaning up and tossed the other bit of soiled paper into the toilet before flushing it.

Hinata suddenly broke the silence with a question. “Do you wanna come to my place and cuddle?”

Komaeda broke out into a loud cackle, one that made Hinata’s heart ache from the supposed rejection. “Oh Hinata-kun, please don’t toy with my feelings like that! We couldn’t do such a thing after I...defiled you in that way.”

“Huh?! What are you talking about?” Hinata pouted, grabbing his stockings and pulling them up. “C’mon it’s a good idea! Neither of us would have to be alone and we can still enjoy the high!”

Komaeda shook his head. “Why would you want to do something so intimate with somebody like me?”

“Because I like you! Is that not evident by the fact I let you fuck me in the ass?!” Hinata snapped in frustration.

A snort came from one of the other stalls. Hinata bit his tongue and pulled up his jeans, avoiding meeting the other’s gaze. Komaeda also looked incredibly sheepish as he did up his own belt. The two of them waited for whoever was in there to be done, wash their hands and leave before speaking again.

“What’s up with that scar on your abdomen?”

“Oh this?” Komaeda traced his finger over a small line near his navel. “Funny story actually, you remember that guy I mentioned earlier who overdosed?”

“Yeah?”

“I refused to pay his medical bills so he stabbed me!”

Hinata was shocked, but also not surprised as he laughed softly. “That’s terrible Komaeda!”

Komaeda seemed to find it even funnier than he did. “You’re telling me! That was the second time I’ve been stabbed here!”

The pieces clicked together in Hinata’s mind. Of course the guy who got stabbed twice at Hope’s Summit was the one he’d fallen for. It only made some stupid sense. He slapped his palm into his forehead and giggled. “Okay, you’re definitely coming home with me, I need to hear more about this.”

Komaeda sighed in defeat. “I’ll come home with you, sure. But you’re going to regret it.”

“I won’t.” Hinata reached up and ruffled Komaeda’s hair, eliciting a smile from the other boy as he pushed the stall door open.

Hinata blinked his bleary eyes open. He was hot, sweaty, and feeling incredibly heavy. A mess of white hair lay upon his chest, drooling onto his left pec. He groaned, slowly reaching over to the highstand on his left to grab his phone without waking the sleeping Komaeda.

5:19pm

29 / 4 / 2020

37 Missed calls from Souda Kazuichi

#Danganronpa #Ficgiri #Hinata Hajime #komahina #komaeda nagito

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lightneverfades · 4 years ago

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Of Sweaters and Reindeer

Frostiron Holiday Wishes Challenge ❆ 🎅🎄 Prompts by @kimmycup Fic written by @shinindragon

Wish (Prompt/Idea): Loki in Tony's MIT sweatshirt.

When Tony came home in the middle of the night, he just stumbled towards his bedroom, not paying any kind of attention to his surroundings. He just wanted to crawl back into his warm, comfy bed, wrap himself around his boyfriend, bury his face in his soft locks and fall into a state of welcome unconsciousness.

The Avengers had been called away in the middle of the night to deal with Doom, who had thought it was a brilliant idea to wreak havoc in Times Square at a most unreasonable hour. Steve, wide awake and ready for anything, had rudely woken them all and told them to suit up. Tony had wanted to punch him, wipe that irritating awakeness off his stupid face. Who in their right mind was that awake at 1:30 in the morning?! And no, Tony wasn't complaining because he hadn't gotten much sleep when Captain 'I Get Up At 5am Anyway' had pulled him from his sweet, sweet slumber. On the contrary, actually– Loki had made him go to bed early because he had pulled a lab binge and had been awake for nearly three whole days at that point. So they had been passed out in each other's arms in their way too big bed by 10pm.

Loki didn't necessarily stop Tony from his lab binges, because he knew that, when Tony had his mind set on something, he wouldn't be able to rest until he had answers or made something to his satisfaction. The Norse God only intervened when Tony went over the forty-eight hours mark, and Tony did the same when it came to Loki and his reading or magic stuff, because they were both like that, staying awake for too long nurturing their respective interests, and then collapsing and regretting the binge, just to not learn and do it again after having been in a coma for two days. That's why they had made a deal at some point, because it tended to really get out of hand, and that wasn't good for their overall health, or usefulness in battles, or just in general– they wouldn't stop each other from these binges, but when it was longer than two days, they would intervene, insist on a proper meal and rest. It worked. Sure, they still were up for two days straight quite often, but this was easier than intervening after, like, six hours already, because that only made them upset and grumpy. And neither of them liked to be forced to stop tending to their hobbies, but they also knew they couldn't stay awake for a week without it having consequences. The other Avengers (and Pepper and Rhodey) trusted them to look out for each other when it concerned the binges.

And yesterday had been nice.

Tony had been up for a little over fifty hours by the time Loki had come into the workshop and intervened, which was just short for 'he distracted Tony with fleeting, casual touches and kisses and running his fingers through his hair and looking over his shoulder watching him work, until Tony finally snapped and grabbed his hand to go over to the couch to have some fun'.

Yes, a very nice afternoon indeed.

They had fallen asleep on the couch down in Tony's workshop, Tony sprawled out on top of Loki, both very much naked (obviously) and hoping no one would have the questionable luck of entering the workshop and seeing them– which had happened before, poor Clint.

When they had woken up again, they had gotten dressed (Loki's magic really came in handy at times, lots of times) and then had ordered take-out and watched Netflix until Loki had decided it was time to actually get some sleep, and Tony hadn't complained. Going to bed with Loki was wonderful, and he didn't even mean the sex necessarily (which was great, thank you very much). No, one of the best things was that Loki was a cuddler, and falling asleep in his arms was great.

And that's what Tony wanted right now. When Steve had woken them, Tony had to extract himself from Loki's loving embrace, much to the displeasure of the Trickster, who hadn't even been fully awake. Tony had voiced his dismay about having to get up rather loudly and using quite colourful language, including some swear words in foreign languages– Natasha had almost lost it when he had been swearing in Russian, Steve had just stared at him utterly dumbstruck. That look had been worth the disrupted sleep and cuddling, to be honest.

But now he was finally back home, it was a quarter after four, and he just wanted to get back into Loki's arms.

He entered their bedroom and dropped down on the bed, sighing heavily. It was only then that he noticed that the bed was empty. He felt around for good measure, but alas, no Loki.

Tony frowned. "JARVIS?"

"Yes, Sir?" came the voice of his AI.

"Where's Loki?"

"You walked past him, Sir."

Tony's frown deepened. "What?"

"He is on the couch in the living room," JARVIS answered.

So Tony got back up from the bed and walked to the living room, which was only semi-dark now, because JARVIS had turned on the lights but only very dimly, and now he spotted Loki, curled up with a fluffy blanket on the couch. Not just curled up, he was basically a God of Mischief burrito, which was a common occurrence and generally really adorable. Tony smiled and knelt down in front of him and tenderly caressed his cheek.

"Loki," he said gently, brushing some strands of hair out of his man's face and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

Surprisingly, Loki almost immediately woke up, slowly but he did. He blinked a few times and Tony could pinpoint the exact moment he recognized him because he started to smile, it was a very soft, very sleepy smile, and it looked beautiful.

"You're back," Loki mumbled drowsily.

"I am," Tony chuckled, running his fingers through Loki's hair.

"Are you hurt?"

Of course that would be the first thing Loki asked, because no matter how tired, asleep or annoyed by Tony he was, he cared very deeply about him and always worried about him when he went out on missions.

"No, I'm okay." Tony pressed another kiss to Loki's forehead. "What are you doing out here?"

"Waiting for you."

"I'm here now." Tony smiled softly. "C'mon, let's go back to bed."

"No," Loki grumbled, taking Tony's hand. "S'ay here, don' wanna ge' up."

Loki in a sleep-drunk state was quite the experience. His speech was very drowsy, a little slurred, swallowing the T's for some reason, and he had just popped the p in 'up'– it was just so totally different from his usual very sophisticated, sometimes posh, tone. Very amusing, too.

"C'mere," Loki purred, followed by a huge yawn, and pulled Tony down on the couch.

Tony chuckled but let Loki do whatever he was doing, because honestly, this side of Loki was just too cute to disrupt. Loki pulled at the sleeve of his shirt, signalling him to lean down, where Tony was greeted with soft lips on his, meeting for a very lazy, rather sloppy kiss, and it felt wonderful.

When their lips separated again, Tony saw that Loki was halfway off to dreamland again, his eyes droopy and his lips slightly parted, which could be from the kiss, but it was also just how he slept. So Tony decided that it just wasn't worth the effort to get Loki awake and up, just to go sleep in bed, and tried to get Loki to open his blanket cocoon for him, which thankfully Loki did, more unconsciously than anything else though– like mentioned, the Loki playing blanket burrito was a common occurrence. Tony slipped underneath the blanket and settled on top of Loki, noticing with a quirked eyebrow the bold letters on the sweater his lover was wearing, which said 'MIT', and he was fairly certain that he hadn't worn that shirt when Tony had left. But it wasn't important right now, he'd just ask about it tomorrow.

JARVIS turned off the lights again, which was Tony's cue to rest his head under Loki's chin. He sighed content and closed his eyes.

"I love you, Loki," he muttered into the darkness.

Arms wrapped around him and a soft hum came from Loki, who was already asleep again, and Tony quickly followed suit.

***

Tony woke up a few hours later when JARVIS decided it was time to get up and have breakfast, and he did that by opening the blinds covering the window front and let in the daylight, which was just such an evil, devious thing to do. Tony fought against waking up for a bit but ultimately failed and let out an exasperated sigh. Well, Loki was still underneath him, sleeping soundly with a soft, peaceful look on his face, and Tony didn't want to disturb him because, first off, he looked adorable, and secondly, Loki was sleeping after having trouble with it for the past week because of nightmares.

So Tony very slowly, very carefully, like he was on a frozen lake, got up and climbed off of Loki, who had no reaction at all, thankfully. Tony's gaze fell on the MIT sweater the God was wearing and once more found himself raising an eyebrow. Yes, he was absolutely sure that Loki hadn't worn that when they had gone to bed the evening before. He had worn Tony's Black Sabbath T-shirt, which he had nicked a few months ago. Tony didn't mind Loki wearing his clothes, in fact, he loved it. Loki had to make them bigger using his magic or else he would walk around with a crop top, which was a very wild image. Tony was convinced it would look great, very sexy, but he knew Loki would never sink so low, probably. But he wanted to wear Tony's clothes and that was just so unexpected and wonderful.

He covered Loki with the blanket again, which caused Loki to subconsciously curl into himself again, once more turning himself into a blanket burrito. Tony chuckled, kissed Loki's forehead and then silently crept off to the kitchen to make himself some coffee.

A little later, he was sitting in the armchair next to the couch, his legs up, cradling a StarkPad on them and reading the news, about to finish his second cup, when he noticed Loki starting to stir and slowly waking up. He finished his coffee, put the tablet on the table and went back to the kitchen to make Loki a cup of tea. And as he had expected, just as he was about to put a splash of milk into the tea, Loki came padding into the kitchen, immediately wrapping his arms around Tony's waist and nuzzling his hair.

"Good morning to you too, Comet," Tony said smirking and turned his head to let his lips be claimed in yet another lazy, sloppy kiss.

Loki hummed. "Is that another reindeer name?" he asked, his voice still very drowsy from sleep.

Tony smiled. "It is."

"I told you before, Anthony," Loki answered, interrupted by a yawn as he pulled away to lean against the counter, "reindeer have antlers" – he put his hands to his head, mimicking said animal part – "not horns, so the nickname doesn't make sense. Goats have horns, or sheep, or ibex."

Tony grinned at him. "You will always be a reindeer to me, Bambi."

"Bambi was just a regular deer," Loki sighed.

Tony chuckled and just kissed him on the cheek as he handed him his tea. Loki completely forgot the 'reindeer discourse' (which was a regular thing as well) at the sight of his beloved tea and brought the cup up to his face, just to inhale the scent for a moment, before he then finally took a sip and hummed happily.

Meanwhile, Tony leaned against the kitchen island opposite of Loki and stared at him, or rather his MIT sweater. Loki didn't notice as he was distracted by his tea, a very happy, yet still quite sleepy smile on his lips as he drank it with noises of content after every sip. Tony honestly loved watching Loki in the morning, because it was like he was a completely different person, very soft and adorable. To be fair though, Tony got to see Loki from a different side than all the other Avengers anyway, he even bet that Thor didn't know this side of Loki, but he was convinced Thor didn't really know Loki anyway.

When Loki finally finished his tea, after seemingly ages, he put the cup down and looked at Tony.

"Why are you staring at me? Something wrong with my hair?" he asked, instinctively reaching to check if his hair was weird in some way.

Tony shook his head smiling. "No, I'm staring because you're wearing my MIT sweater. Why are you wearing my MIT sweater?"

Loki looked at him surprised for a moment and then looked away, very clearly blushing and he started to fidget, which was odd, because there was nothing to be nervous about right now, was there? Yet, Loki very clearly was nervous about something, which was probably him wearing Tony's shirt, and Tony wondered why because it wasn't news? Loki wore Tony's clothes a lot actually, see him having nicked the Black Sabbath T-shirt Tony had worn when he had confronted him here in this very penthouse back in 2012.

Maybe his nervousness was only linked to the MIT sweater? But he wouldn't be nervous about wearing it, he actually liked to show off wearing Tony's clothes, which Tony guessed had something to do with pride and spite, like "Look at me! I have a boyfriend who, unlike all of you, has impeccable fashion sense!"– okay, to be fair, that was Tony's point of view on the situation and wasn't necessarily the truth of why Loki liked to walk around in Tony's clothes. Fact of the matter was though, that he did like it, so why was he nervous now?

Maybe it was the reason why he wore it? Maybe it was more than just 'he is my boyfriend, so I'm gonna steal his clothes and wear them, like every good boyfriend does'? If he was nervous about it, then this option was very likely.

Tony reached out and took Loki's hand. "Loki? Why are you wearing it? I mean, it looks good on you. You know I love it when you wear my clothes."

Loki turned his head to look at him again and flashed him a shy smile. "I… It smells of you, and it comforts me when you're gone," he finally answered, and Tony might just melt because of the answer. "It's not like it is with the other shirts. I only put it on when you're gone and… and you weren't supposed to know, because if you do, you won't continue wearing it, as it is 'legally mine now', as you told me. You stopped wearing all the other shirts I started wearing, and I don't want that to happen with this one. It still smells of you and it comforts me and I need that because I worry so much when you leave to do your hero thing, and I'm scared you won't return or that you get hurt badly, and that just… it upsets me, but I can't stop thinking like that, no matter what I try, and I just–"

Loki gasped surprised when Tony, without any kind of warning whatsoever, cut off his rambling by pressing his still of coffee tasting, soft lips on Loki's, claiming them in a passionate and loving kiss. Loki moaned and closed his eyes, burying a hand in Tony's thick hair (so fluffy!), while Tony moved his hands from Loki's face to his waist and brought their bodies together, so that there was no space left between them.

In Loki's opinion, Tony ended the kiss way too soon. Loki kept his eyes closed, his hands dropped to his sides.

There was a peck on his cheek, and then Tony said, "I love you, Cupid."

Loki rolled his eyes behind his eyelids but smiled nonetheless. He felt Tony wrap his arms around his waist and finally opened his eyes, Tony smiled at him warmly and lovingly.

"I will keep on wearing it if that's what you want," he said and Loki blushed again, which only made Tony smile more and kiss his temple. "I think it's incredibly sweet that it comforts you and I wouldn't want to take that away from you."

Loki smiled and leaned into Tony's embrace.

"Keep the size though," Tony remarked. "Oversized sweaters and hoodies are amazing."

"You don't own any hoodies," Loki pointed out.

Tony gasped. "Then I need to change that!" Loki chuckled. "Or better yet," Tony continued, "we get you a hoodie, and then I get to wear your clothes finally."

Loki laughed. "Our clothes."

"Yeah, exactly, our clothes. Our sweaters and hoodies and T-shirts."

"My leather armor though."

"Yeah, I wouldn't look good in that anyway."

"Oh, I don't know. I think leather would look rather… ravishing on you." Loki smirked and actually had the audacity to lick his lips– his soft, tasty, very tempting, very inviting looking lips!

Tony stared at him and then grinned. "Only one way to find out, I suppose."

"Right you are, love."

Loki took Tony by the hand and went to the bedroom to prove his theory about Tony looking good in leather. (Spoiler alert: he does!)

If they weren't seen or heard of for the remainder of the day, what about it?

If Tony didn't show up for the debrief with Fury, what about it?

If Steve walked in on them having fun because he was upset Tony missed the debrief and didn't answer calls, and also because JARVIS refused to give any information on him, then what about it? The consequential trauma that followed seeing Tony and Loki naked and in the middle of some quite kinky 'fonduing' was entirely on him, okay.

The next day, Tony had JARVIS order an oversized, even for Loki a little, green hoodie with a reindeer on it, which Loki accepted happily and wore proudly. And when it was Tony's turn to wear the hoodie, he chose to smack Steve with the sleeves whenever he inevitably annoyed him, much to the delight of literally everyone around, especially Loki, because he thought that was an excellent choice of non-lethal, not-especially-harmful weapon, and also because he thought Steve deserved to be smacked in the face with hoodie sleeves.

Meanwhile, even though they enjoyed watching Tony smack Steve in the face with sleeves, everyone else was convinced that Tony and Loki were actual five years olds, trapped in the bodies of grown men, one of which was supposed to be a thousand year old Norse God, and the other a genius inventor.

But what did it matter anyway? Tony and Loki were happy, and no one could deny that they deserved it, and it was also a wonderful sight to watch those two idiots be so incredibly in love with each other.

So if they annoyed the other Avengers with their antics sometimes, what about it? They were happy and that's what mattered in the end, alright.

#frostiron holiday wishes challenge #frostiron #SO ADORABLE I CANT EEEeeeeEEEEE #prompt #fill

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wren-fell · 4 years ago

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Stuck in Borderland

Chapter 2.2: Six of Diamonds Part 2

Warnings: language, weapons, violence, talk of death

All characters are ocs except for Kuzuryu who belongs to Haro Aso, thanks for reading!

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“Who the fuck would be able to solve this!?” Kaoru yelled pulling on his hair.

“It’s not unsolvable, but with how long it is. It’ll be time consuming,” Kuzuryu muttered as he approached the board.

Sayaka watched the equation before approaching the board, “I know this was meant for me,” she paused to glance at Kuzuryu, “but I think that the best way to approach this is that Akiko, you, and me each take a portion of the problem and work it through.”

Kuzuryu watched her for a second before nodding, “that would be the smartest solution.”

Sayaka looked over her shoulder to call over to Akiko, but she was already approaching the board, “okay, I’ll take this portion, Kuzuryu you do this one, and Sayaka you do that one,” she delegated.

Sayaka nodded saluting her, “yes ma’am!”

The three of them picked up a piece of chalk and started working. It seemed like it was forever before Sayaka took a step back as she circled the number, “that’s what I got.” Akiko and Kuzuryu paused as they analyzed the board.

“That seems correct…” Akiko muttered.

“That answer is…” the voice paused and they all held their breath, “INCORRECT.”

The ceiling began lowering and Kaoru rounded on them, “what the fuck did you do wrong?!”

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” Akiko turned to the board scanning over everyone’s work.

“There’s got to be something we did wrong,” she whispered.

“What about here?” Kuzuryu pointed.

“Yes, that doesn’t look right,” Akiko agreed erasing it and fixing the rest of the work before circling a new number, “there. That’s the answer.”

“That answer is…” they all stared at the ceiling as it continued to get closer and closer, “INCORRECT!” There was a loud bang as the ceiling dropped two feet and continued to slide down.

“Oh my god!” Sayaka screamed flattening herself against the wall.

“What did we do wrong?! I don’t understand!!” Akiko called turning the board.

“Fix it! Fix it!” Daichi screamed as him and Kaoru tried to hold the ceiling up by stacking the desks.

“There are 15 minutes remaining.”

“Here!” Kuzuryu erased a line of Sayaka’s work and redid it, “the answer is square root 5.”

“That answer is…” they all stared at the spikes in the ceiling as they got closer and closer, “correct! Please proceed to the next room.”

The door next to the board slid opened, and they all scrambled over the desk to get to it. One of the spikes caught the desk tower Kaoru and Daichi had been making causing it to collapse knocking Sayaka and Akiko over as they ran towards the door. Sayaka looked over her shoulder at Akiko who was pulling on her leg frantically, “I’m stuck!” she screeched.

Sayaka pulled herself onto her hands and knees and crawled over to Akiko shoving her shoulder into the desks, but they wouldn’t budge. The spikes were getting closer and closer leaving only three quarters of the door out visible.

“Don’t leave me,” Akiko whimpered.

“I’m not,” Sayaka slammed her weight against the desk pile, but it wouldn’t budge. She leaned back on her hands breathing heavily. Gritting her teeth Sayaka laid on her back and pushed her feet against the pile.

“It’s moving!” Akiko called.

“Great get crawling,” Sayaka grunted as she struggled to keep herself from slipping on the linoleum floor. Akiko groaned as she struggled to get her legs free, but managed to wiggle out of the pile, as the spikes in the ceiling collided with the pile again causing it to shift all the weight onto Sayaka’s legs.

“Fuck!”

“Sayaka!” Akiko screamed.

“Just go!” Akiko hesitated, but turned and army crawled towards the door.

Sayaka gritted her teeth, this was so stupid, had Kuzuryu not wasted all that time arguing with her in the 4th room they wouldn’t be in this mess. She wouldn’t be in this mess. Everyone else had already made it out of the room.

“ARGH!” She let out a frustrated scream, “I’m not going to die here. I’ve come too far to die in a stupid diamonds game!” She brought her knees towards her chest a little bit before slamming her feet into the desk pile causing it to shift back just enough that she was able to roll to the side as they fell forward.

“Sayaka come on!” Akiko called from the half disappeared doorway. Sayaka pulled herself forward with her hands, and pushed with her bare toes as she kicked off her flip flops.

“Stupid fucking beach rules,” she cursed as she crawled. She made it to the doorway where Akiko and Daichi grabbed her by her arms yanking her through, and the door slammed shut behind them.

Sayaka laid on her stomach breathing heavily letting her forehead rest against the cool floor. “Sayaka you’re the chemist what’s the answer?” Kuzuryu spoke making her raise her head slowly to glare at the board, “What substance that is commonly found in houses will form a precipitate with an aqueous solution of barium chloride?”. That’s right, she thought to herself, there are still four more rooms.

“Baking soda,” she wheezed pushing herself up onto her hand and knees.

Kuzuryu scribbled the answer onto the board and they all waited for the voice, “that answer is… correct! Please proceed to the next room.”

“Ugh,” Sayaka forced herself to her feet and trudged towards the door as it swung open.

“Sayaka,” Akiko said as they walked into the next room, “thank you.”

Sayaka laughed, “don’t thank me yet, we’ve got 3 more.”

Kuzuryu was already scribbling an answer onto the board in room seven as they walked in. “I was a lawyer this is an easy question for me,” he stated as the voice chimed overhead that the answer was correct, and the door leading out opened up.

“Fine by me,” Sayaka shrugged as she followed him through the next doorway, “if it’s right, it’s right.”

The question on the board in room eight was once again difficult, “they must be alternating. Even rooms are hard and odd rooms are easier questions,” Sayaka muttered.

“Seems like a reasonable explanation, but doesn’t help us,” Kuzuryu agreed as they looked at the board, “What year was Rome founded in?” It was a simple question, but obscure enough that it would take a very specific person to be able to answer it.

“There are 10 minutes remaining.”

Sayaka sighed and ran a hand through her hair, “where to begin…”

“It was in early 750 BC.” They snapped their heads around to Daichi as he took a hesitant step towards the board, “but I can’t remember the exact date,” he admitted sheepishly.

“How do you know?” Kaoru sneered.

Daichi sighed, “I was studying history when I was younger,” he paused, “I had to drop out when my dad died, and we needed someone to work and pay the bills.”

Sayaka watched Daichi for a second really looking at him for the first time. He was probably in his late 20s to early 30s, the oldest out of her group of five, with his black hair cropped close to his head, and lines around his eyes making him look older than he probably was. Daichi walked up to the board and began writing “75” in chalk.

“It’s great that you know that, but I don’t think the game makers will take early 750 BC as the answer…” Sayaka muttered.

“I know…” Daichi replied as he held the chalk over the third number.

“We just have to pick one,” Kuzuryu said.

Sayaka watched the board before turning to Kaoru and Akiko, “get over to the door now. If we get this wrong we need to get out as fast as possible when we redo it,” she ordered. Kaoru glared at her, but rushed over to the door regardless with Akiko close behind.

“Alright Daichi,” Sayaka said turning to him, “take your guess.”

He nodded and wrote the number 0 on the board, and set the chalk back down, “that answer is…” The silence seemed to stretch on as they waited, “INCORRECT.”

The telltale grinding sound began and the spikes slid out as the ceiling began to drop, “try again!” Akiko yelled.

“Alright 751 BC!” Daichi yelled scribbling it onto the board.

“That answer is incorrect!” The ceiling dropped two feet and they all winced.

“Again!”

“752 BC!”

“That answer is incorrect!” The ceiling dropped again now beginning to cover the top of the doorway out.

“Again!” She snapped.

“But, if it’s wrong we’ll die!” Daichi said looking over his shoulder at her.

“If you don’t answer we’ll die anyway!” Kuzuryu replied.

“Okay,” Daichi drew in a deep breath as he picked the chalk back up and wiped the 2 away with the side of his hand, “Rome was built in 753 BC.”

“That answer is… correct! Please proceed to the next room.” The door slid open. Sayaka grabbed Daichi and shoved him through the doorway as the spikes barely grazed their heads.

“There are 5 minutes remaining.” The voice echoed overhead as the door slid shut.

“Alright two more to go we can do this,” Sayaka muttered to herself as she walked towards the board. “To the nearest meter how long is the human small intestine?”

“I got this one,” Sayaka declared as she wrote “2 m�� on the board.

“That answer is correct! Please proceed to the next room.”

They all ran into the final room with Sayaka being the last to enter as the voice chimed overhead again, “there are 3 minutes remaining.”

“It’s another electrical engineering question,” Akiko said as she approached the board. “An electric motor that runs at 3/4 of its full-load potential of 200 amperes is operating at how many amps?” She hesitated staring at it for a moment with her eyebrows drawn together and her lips pursed.

“Just answer it then Akiko!” Kaoru snapped.

“I have to think this is something that was new to me at school too,” she replied.

“Well we don’t have time!” Kaoru snarled. Sayaka glared at him. Not that she liked the militants much before, but Kaoru had done literally nothing to contribute to their success so far in the game.

“Let her think!” Sayaka yelled. Kaoru rounded on her.

“Why don’t you shut your mouth! We’ve already determined you’re not executive material,” Kaoru replied acting like he would’ve even been remotely apart of that decision.

“I don’t give a damn about being an executive. I just want to survive. More than I can say for you. What have you done to help us through this so far!?” Sayaka snapped at him rage bubbling in her chest.

“Me?! What have you done?” Kaoru screeched tossing a desk to the side as he approached her, “besides acting like you’re the fucking leader around here! I’m the one with the gun. I’m in charge!” He snapped waving the hand gun in the air before pointing it towards Sayaka.

“Why don’t I just get rid of you?” He growled baring his teeth.

“Oh yea? Because that’s going to make you feel so much fucking better!” Sayaka waved her hands in the air, “about being a goddamn waste of spa—“ she was cut off by the voice overhead.

“That answer is INCORRECT!” The ceiling started dropping, and Sayaka and Kaoru snapped around the Akiko.

“What the fuck Akiko!?” Kaoru called.

“I’m trying!” She snapped frantically erasing her work on the board with the back of her hand.

“Two minutes remaining.”

“Akiko come on!”

“Shut the fuck up for once!” Sayaka screamed.

Kaoru turned around and tossed more desks aside so he could jam the handgun into Sayaka’s chest, “tell me to shut up again, I fucking dare you!” He snarled baring his teeth.

“Go for it,” she dared.

“For someone who says they’re trying to survive. You’ve got a real fucking death wish,” he hissed.

“Maybe I’m just calling your bluff,” she replied staring at him. She could see the hesitation in his eyes. No one wanted to be here, and no one certainly wanted to kill anyone. Well, at least they didn’.

“That answer is correct! Please proceed out of the building.” They both snapped out of their stare down to the door as it slid open.

“There are 30 seconds remaining.”

Akiko and Kuzuryu scrambled out the door, followed closely by Daichi and Kaoru was close behind. Sayaka ran towards the door jumping over the desk Kaoru had flung to the side, and vaulting herself over the next one. She ran a few paces before dropping onto her side sliding through the half blocked doorway.

The door slammed shut behind her and Sayaka laid on the cold pavement of the parking lot with a sigh as her phone lit up and chimed. “Congratulations! Game cleared. A 6 day visa has been issued to all participants.” Sayaka looked at the phone before tossing it across the lot.

“Fuck off,” she muttered letting her head rest back against the pavement.

“Are you alright Sayaka?” Akiko asked from where she was sitting.

“Yea, I’m okay,” she breathed before laughing and throwing her arm over her eyes, “fuck. They took the name Trivia Crush way too seriously.”

“That’s for sure,” Akiko chuckled.

“Hey!” They both glanced over at the boys, “let’s get going!” Kuzuryu said.

“Alright, alright, we’re coming,” Sayaka grumbled as she sat up.

Akiko smiled and held a hand out to her helping her to her feet. Kaoru came up behind her and smacked her ass before leaning down towards her ear, “great job in there kitten. What do you say we celebrate in my room when we get back?” he cooed.

“Uh, yea we could,” she mumbled putting a hand to his chest.

“Sounds good to me kitten,” he smacked her ass again before heading to the car ahead of them.

Sayaka frowned looking at Akiko, “charming.”

She gave her a sheepish look, “yea…”

“You could do better,” Sayaka mumbled watching Kaoru talk with Daichi at the car, “even here.”

“I guess…”

“Let’s get going!” Kaoru called.

“Let’s go home,” Akiko said looking at Sayaka before heading to the car.

Sayaka hesitated, “if that’s what you want to call it.”

#I spent forever trying to find a stupid calculus problem but gave up #working on chapter 3 but super hate it so that's fun #alice in borderland #Alice in borderland oc #original character #my writing #stuck in borderland

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