#i know they’re like a side character and will never appear again but they’re adorable | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

19blackbutterfly97-blog · 2 months ago

Text

Drabble? Fic? One-Shot?

Intro to an Omegaverse I'm thinking about writing when I finish one of my current fics. Feedback welcome!!

Word Count: 1530

>>>>><<<<

While most Omegas are loud and proud with their bubbly, vivacious personalities little Alice Belova was not. Raised in a family of Alphas and Betas, she was the middle of a pack of three brothers and one sister, Yelena. She was constantly surrounded by their naturally loud and brudish nature. Alice found solace being separated from others. She was usually found with her nose buried in a book in some corner of the world. When she presented at the later age of sixteen Alice decided it was time to look at a world beyond her boorish brothers and the long line of Alphas she somehow descended from. With much argument from her parents they reluctantly signed the agreement to allow their meek daughter to move to New York and join S.H.I.E.L.D..

The program was experimental. Of course they couldn't risk Omegas being field agents but right away S.H.I.E.L.D. saw the impact the office Omegas had. They’d usually start off in a call center of sorts. Some that could keep up and weren’t easily shaken would move on to become data processors, intelligence analysts, mission report scribes or lab assistants. They would mold themselves to their teams, allowing themselves the honor of serving their country and providing the support needed to get their people home safely. Then there was Alice.

Now closer to twenty-three, Alice has quietly risen through the ranks to one of the top Intelligence Analysts in the coveted Avenger’s Compound. While she doesn’t work directly with the team Alice has proven herself useful to the Director. Within six months on the Compound Alice was working on Avenger level cases, usually providing intel for locations and possible threats. She was the adorably silent side character that hid in her office waiting for the next case file to appear across her desk. It was a bit undeniable that Sam “The Falcon” Wilson turned to her when he agreed to aid in the search for James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes AKA The Winter Soldier. While she wasn’t a pivotal part in the search for Barnes, she did at least help with the initial search after his grand escape from Hydra.

The world had since healed from those events. Captain Rogers and the others were able to clear Barnes’ name and he eventually (and reluctantly) joined the team. Bucky made amends with Tony Stark and continually worked to heal some of the pain he caused but always somehow managed to overlook his own pain. He was resigned to believing that he was a defective Alpha who would never be able to protect or provide for an Omega the way she’d deserve. His friends however saw things in a different light.

“Look. I know you said we’re not allowed to intervene but it’s time. I can’t keep sitting here watching him mope around like this. It’s depressing!” Sam whispers to Steve. They’re sitting across the Avenger’s common room watching Bucky stare out the window. “He’s been there most of the day. Just like he was yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that.”

“And he’ll probably be there most of the day tomorrow, too. He’s been through hell. Let him mope.” Steve answers, still watching his friend with concern. Steve would never admit it out loud but he was always silently begging that Bucky would wake up one day and decide to fully join the rest of the world again. Sam grumbles a reply under his breath before standing up and disappearing to another part of the team’s living quarters.

“He does know I can hear him, right? Even when he’s whispering.” Bucky says a few moments later.

“If he does, he doesn’t care.” Steve says and pries open his sketchbook. “He’s just trying to help.”

“Well he can stop. I don’t need it.”

Steve hums in response to his best friend’s argument. “What if I can’t stop him from helping? You know Sam. Once he gets an idea in his head he’s going to be stubborn about it.”

“What’s his plan?” Bucky asks with interest and turns around to look at him.

“No idea.” Steve answers with a barely hidden grin as he picks up his pencil and starts drawing.

Meanwhile, Sam had decided he was tired of watching his friend mope about. Deciding it was better to act now and worry about the consequences later he made his way down to the Intelligence office. Once there he was set on finding the quietly helpful Omega from a year ago. Alice, as per usual, was sitting at her desk with her full attention on the case file splayed across her computer monitor. The sweet scent of vanilla, lavender and honey wafted in the air as she worked. A pretzel stick poised neatly between her teeth as she concentrated on a few particulars of the case before sending it off. Sam smiled a little when he entered the cubicle behind her and waited.

“Just a minute please, Sam.” Alice says, never looking away from the screen.

“Take your time. I know how you are.” He answers and looks around the space. “Oh, I see your parents went to Prague. How’d they like it?”

“Fine that I know of. They invited me along but I turned them down. We had more important things going on here.”

Sam frowns slightly at that but doesn’t comment. Contrary to what others may believe about him when it comes to an Omega he does know when to keep his mouth shut, especially when one is as skittish as Alice. “We’ve been working on another Hydra case. I heard Tony and Steve talking the other day. Might be bringing an analyst on full time for this one.”

“Uh-huh.” Alice mutters as she sends off the case file on her screen before turning around a bit. “Any candidates?”

“Not yet. I was thinking about tossing your name in if you’re interested?”

Alice nods a little, a strand of hair falling over her face that she’s quick to push away. “Sure, thanks. Did you need anything else?”

“Me? Nah, just trying to avoid tense Alpha energy upstairs. It’s usually calmer here.”

“There’s not as many Alphas here. They’re usually training or something. Not that I mind.” She finishes with an eye-roll. “Aren’t you supposed to be training?”

“Technically, but hey, can’t a man come down and hang out with his favorite analyst?”

Alice raises an eyebrow at him. “I’m nobody’s favorite and we both know it. Plus, Alphas and Omegas - especially the unbonded, unmated ones- usually struggle with being just friends. Work acquaintances? Maybe.”

Sam smirks proudly. “Look at you coming out of your shell to argue with me. Did somebody go on a date?”

Alice groans. “Oh god, not you too. You sound like my mother right now. She asked me the same thing when I talked to her earlier.”

“That should tell you something about your life if more than one person is asking that question.” Sam teases and leans against the desk. “So, I’m assuming it went badly?”

Alice sighs and grabs another pretzel stick from the bag. “Yes. He was the typical egotistical Alpha that was only interested in talking about his last mission, his last rut and my heat cycle.”

“The audacity!” Sam feigns offence, dramatically clutching his chest. “Who was it? I'll knock some sense into him.”

“Remember Derek from team six?”

“The guy with the bad highlights that makes him look like a kid in a 90s boy band?” Alice nods, chuckling a little from the description. It’s accurate and the jab at Derek is enough to start lifting her spirits again. “Seriously? That Derek?! What were you thinking? You know he’s either slept with or tried to sleep with every Omega in this place.”

“I know, I know. I just… I guess I was just looking for something.”

“Hopefully not the number to a hairdresser.”

Alice laughs again and shakes her head. “No, gods no. I guess I was hoping there was more to him than what meets the eye… Ya know? Derek is no king of mystery but I was still holding out that he’d surprise me at least a little. Or at least be able to hold an intelligent conversation about something other than his knot.”

“Ever the hopeless romantic, are we?”

“Maybe a little. But you know me. I was raised in a pack of Alphas. I’m used to them being loud and egotistical asses.” She pauses when Sam makes a noise of mock offence. “Present company excluded of course. Anyway, I guess I’m just waiting on the one Alpha that actually cares about what I think, not just what I can do.”

“You and every Omega on the planet. Doesn’t mean you’re going to find them.” Sam says, though that’s nowhere near what Sam was thinking. He’s currently decided that he’s going to make sure Alice is the analyst put on the case with the Avengers. He’s making plans to knock Bucky down a few pegs with the tiny dark-haired Omega in front of him. Sam is concocting and scheming the best meet-cute he can possibly think of.

#bucky barnes #alpha!stucky x omega!reader #alpha!bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #captain america #james bucky buchanan barnes #omegaverse #sam wilson

28 notes · View notes

tartsinarat · 9 months ago

Text

Ngl was thinking about this whilst drawing some toh au stuff while watching doctor who in the background but I really feel like Pip would really be into the toh version of doctor who.

no idea what it would be called tho in the owl house but Pip’s into it for obvious reasons of sci-fi but also occasionally randomly fantasy?? show, which has chaotic mess of lore that makes no sense whatsoever (I say this with extreme love tho) and has a main character who’s a mad genius and criminal who stole a time machine and ran away to explore the universe and time which I feel meshes very well into what Pip would enjoy

Like I don’t see him enjoying space frontier as it’s pretty much Star Trek and that show has an really optimistic grand view of the future, it focus mostly on the good of people as a whole and that anything can be achieved if people work together and put their minds to it, I can see why Hunter and Gus would enjoy it which I find really sweet and adorable

On the other hand Doctor who has a very complex but pessimistic view on people/the universe, it mainly focuses on the crazy situations that a lonely alien on who’s constantly running away but desperately trying their best at all times to either atone for what they did in the past or to help people across time and space which I think Pip would find more interesting and relatable.

He’d also probably think that all the historical stuff in doctor who is real and that Britain is just constantly getting invaded by aliens.

Funniest thing though about him discovering Doctor who is Pip finally learning what a British person is, and that he’s got a British accent himself as I’m pretty sure there’s literally no one on the boiling isles other than Belos and Pip have that accent so he wondered where it’s from.

Pip also enjoys this show even more because time travel is a concept in toh, soooooooo the guy is just itching to figure out how to make a real Tardis, the only thing stoping him is that he’s in the human realm and in the demon realm the titan themselves was like “nope not even risking it” and decided to never allow him to be able to find a time pool again (he was apart of the events of elsewhere and elsewhen along side Luz and Lilith… it was awkward between him and Philip to say the least but it was more on Pips part because he was like” holy shit is he an older me?? Or my great great- something?? grandad what is going on???” So he didn’t know how to react to that and neither did Luz who was like yep they’re related, and Philip was like “what a strange hooded kid, I didn’t know that demons could mimic accents and appearances so well, I should be stay wary of that abomination and slay it when I have the time”. Oh yeah Pip does almost get killed but Lilith springs into action and does the badass punch to stop Philip. Ngl I’ll have to draw this as a comic at some point because it’s interesting to imagine/draw)

As well I had some ideas of him in thanks to them dressed up in a nerdy doctor cosplay which I found fun but idk if that’ll end up being what I draw him as for his Halloween costume, all three were picked because they all had similar Pip personality wise and I feel like he would relate most to these three in particular;

Like Pip, 10 is pretty much a wild card personality wise depending on the situation he can either be a sad destructive arrogant bastard with a slight god complex who takes matters into his own hands because he believes that he’ll make the right decision without thinking about the consequences or be a lonely silly guy who rambles a lot and is always running around and just wants to have fun.

1 is a grumpy trickster that has strong opinions about right and wrong, he also appears rude or uncaring but actually cares a lot and is the guy who ran away and stole a fucking time machine. He and 14 (14 is basically a mature 10 but I was tempted to go with him instead of 10 but he doesn’t have the ego problem so 10 it was lmao) fought a god like being that’s from another dimension thats obsessed with playing games.

4 is a bit of an odd ball though, he’s the weirdest doctor out of the bunch. He’s pretty silly, but at times he’s shifts into being quite callous and broody but still has a heart of gold. As well as 4 seems to struggle a lot in acting human as he’s pretty distant, aloof and alien at points, he even emphasises a lot throughout his run how he’s not human. Which I feel Pip would find extremely relatable as well as enjoying 4’s adventurist spirit and his extreme hatred of authority.

I think 4 is Pips favourite so he’d most likely cosplay as him during thanks to them.

Omg almost completely forgot to mention but I didn’t add his scar on purpose, he’s used illusion magic to remove it to make the cosplay more accurate and because his curse at that point is showing more physically on his body at this point in season 3 (he goopy 😔) and I can imagine it’s hard to explain to people in public why you a rotting infected looking green scar across your face and an even worse looking arm that’s weirdly proportioned to your body.

#the owl house #toh #original character #toh au #art #golden heir au #the owl house au #oc #owl house au #oc stuff #i got too silly #no idea if I should tag this as being doctor who related #it’s kinda embarrassing but ig cringe is dead #sorry to my followers who aren’t into doctor who #and also aren’t insane about dw #philip wittebane

54 notes · View notes

himbofan · 9 months ago

Text

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

heyyyyy y'all sorry for being MIA for months... but don't worry you can't get rid of me that easily >:)

ODASAKU!!! i just love this man so much.... we have been married for 20 years and i wanted to share some of the things oda would do as ur boyfriend cuz he's perfect boyfriend material <33333

i have a lot of bsd ideas and things i wanna write too so never be afraid to slide in my inbox and tell me what u wanna see :3 i love to yap about 2D men :333 anywayzzzz hope u enjoy!! likes and reblogs always appreciated <3333 🫶 (this is like my fourth time posting this, pls show up in the tags this time 😭😭)

wc: 300+

characters: sakunosuke oda

cw: gn!reader, tooth rotting fluff

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…remember tiny things about you, from your favorite coffee order to which side of the bed you like to sleep on. even the most minute and menial details are etched into his mind. don’t like tomatoes on your sandwich? don’t worry, you’ll never have to ask him to change it again, he’ll always make sure you never have tomatoes.

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…watch every video you send him beginning to end without skipping, anything from a 10 second funny cat tiktok or a 2 minute youtube video explanation about the life cycle of shrimp. he’ll respond with a “👍” or “Lol.” every time.

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…always agree to matching halloween costumes with you, even if they’re silly. he doesn’t really have a strong opinion about what he wears, he just likes to see you excited. last year y’all went as barbenheimer but he was barbie and you were oppenheimer. (he had a blast)

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…listen every time you rant about annoying coworkers or classmates. even though he looks uninterested, he’s actually listening carefully, even if he doesn’t know who you’re talking about he just likes to hear how you feel and think. he's an excellent listener and loves to hear you talk because he likes the sound of your voice :)

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…attract animals for seemingly no reason. whenever you’re out and about in the city, he never fails to have a stray cat appear and rub up against his legs, or a squirrel cautiously approach him begging for food. his aura is so comforting and secure, he’s basically an urban disney princess.

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…let you pluck his eyebrows and have self care nights with clay masks and fuzzy hair bands. he doesn’t really know what’s going on but he lets you pamper him with products because he loves to spend time with you and see you smile. :)

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…slow dance with you in the living room, kitchen, hallway, or anywhere the mood strikes you. he loves seeing the beauty in the mundane domestic moments, it reminds him that your shared love is unconditional.

sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….

…stare at your face while you’re sleeping. he wants to memorize every feature and shape, silently admiring how the rays of light dance off of your skin in the early morning. even if you’re snoring or drooling, he’ll always think it’s adorable because you’re the most beautiful thing in his life.

#oda sakunosuke x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #my work #gn reader #sfw #bsd fluff #bsd headcanons #odasaku x reader

100 notes · View notes

goth-pod · 1 year ago

Text

Goth-Pod Ep 9: Robin

What is so wonderous about our Boy Wonder? Join Juda Boone near the end of goth-pods first season!

"Is Robin a Demon?" Gotham City Tonight Podcast: https://youtu.be/Nulf9VIjdpg?si=b4u9xMSNkwl-Szr6

[goth-pod is a fictional, in-universe podcast based on the DC comics universe. Juda Boone is an original fictional character, not based on any real person or known comic book character.]

Transcript under the cut

Hello everyone and welcome back! This is Goth-Pod, your Gotham based podcast. You're listening to your favorite Fill in the Blank Here and host, Juda Boone.

Everyone, I want it to be known that I do try to keep most of my personal opinions out of our scripts. Even when I get off track, I try to offer a possible perspective, instead of what I perceive as 100% truth.

However, there is one topic that I can not be objective on.

I love Robin. I love Robin, he is our precious, tiny, baby, baby bird. He is a Joy and a Wonder. A Boy Wonder, if you will. He melts my heart every time I see any headline or blogpost or circulating photo.

He could be hog tying a man in an alleyway waiting for police pick up and I simply would want to pinch his cheek like an adoring relative.

I think part of that is, I grew up with Robin. I was a kid when he first appeared at the Bat’s side. I got to grow up knowing that there was someone my size, someone small and young but still strong enough to fight for what was right. It inspired and shaped me in a lot of ways.

But that’s the thing. I grew up. And from my memory, so did Robin. He got taller, he got stronger. Even in the shadowy pictures we have of the Bat and the Boy Wonder, there's a clear passage of time as the baby bird grows.

And now, as I step into early adulthood… Robin is small again. He’s almost back to the size from his first appearance in Gotham.

I find myself asking: Is Robin Immortal?

Is it a jellyfish situation? Did something stress out the young Robin so badly that he reverted to a younger stage of development? If that is the case, I do not want to know what could have been that bad.

I saw another podcast touch on the topic a while back- The Gotham City Tonight Podcast. And to be clear, I do not support their connection with Lexcorp. They’re actually being investigated after the Riddler called out a shady deal of theirs on air. Only in Gotham.

But, even with the clear slandering, we can pick through to something viable. I would never call Robin a demon, but the idea that he may be an entity specifically attached to Batman is an interesting thought. Robin protects Batman just as much as Batman protects Robin. Robins in nature are active during the day. And yet, here is our nocturnal bird, dutifully flying alongside a bat. Not of the same species, but of the same make.

Our precious oddity, remaining small so that another generation can grow up and know there is something that looks like them out there, keeping the city safe.

If you want to listen to the GCT podcast without supporting them, I’ll link a copy of the episode that was uploaded to the HiFinn channel. [Link: https://youtu.be/Nulf9VIjdpg?si=b4u9xMSNkwl-Szr6]

Thanks for joining. I’m Juda, you’re listening to Goth-Pod. Until next time, Stay Safe, Gotham.

54 notes · View notes

salemcantupdate · 1 year ago

Text

Baldurs Gate shipping and who I am actively in love with

SO, currently romancing Gale because Astarion rejected me, full one said “I don��t wanna have sex with you, UGH, EW, imagine.” But Gale is so cute??? I don’t get whenever I see hate for him, especially cause we had astral projection sex which was absolutely fantastic. Wyll kissed me but I said “haha nah Gale” and I think I accidentally romanced Karlach??? I don’t know. Oh I also hugged the Guardian love him.

Now for shipping

SHADOWHEART AND LAE’ZEL IS SO FUCKING REAL TO ME OH MY GOD THEY GOTTA GET DOWN RIGHT NOW

They ARE rivals to lovers

Wyll and Karlach… they’re best friends. I’m sorry but all the women look like absolutely lesbians to me and I love that for them

But Wyll is so sweet and so cute and I do adore him, he’s so fun, but I built him so badly haha. Anyways, he is a WHORE, he flirts with EVERYONE, SLUT BOY, and he needs a happy ending. Don’t know with who though. And Karlach needs a short woman to peg.

Astarion is 100% asexual and I love him cause he’s just like me frfr which means he needs to be with me and only me. But also genuinely I think Astarion can only be happy with a redeemed Durge??? Like I think that’s the best path for him. Two monsters learning to be good together… GAH ITS SO CUTE. Either way, he’d need to be with someone who isn’t overly horny

Also once again I absolutely adore Gale. Gale is so good and so loving and he also absolutely loves body worship like he is hozier he was on his knees and worshipping his Goddess Mystra, loving her and now HE CHOOSES YOU IN HIS ROMANCE. HE BDKDCJKWHCISJDKWJD. I love him, so who should he be with? He’s more on the basic side overall, easy to get approval from, but also extremely romantic and loving, and autistic just like me frfr. So… actually maybe Wyll??? Wyll has some self worth issues especially after going all devil and Wyll is also a romantic? But ehhh… I dunno, it just doesn’t feel right.

Anyways, Halsin. I love the daddy bear man like YES he is absolutely fantastic and I love him so so so so much I want him carnally. But also I can’t really see him with most people haha. Maybe Gale though, imagine the astral projection scene but then Halsin is a bear, that’d be hilarious. But nah, I honestly like Halsin/Astarion/Reformed Durge Throuple. Essentially, finishing Astarion’s personal quest before initiation with Halsin will ensure that Astarion doesn’t get any self doubt. They are all on different parts of their journey for improvement, both Halsin and Astarion have severe issues with self doubt along with sexual trauma, and all of them have a “beast” inside. Durge with the Urge, Astarion being a vampire, and Halsin with his difficult-to-control wild shape. Plus Halsin to me is one of the most respectful and consent-focused characters, which I think would work well with what Astarion needs.

Ok so I wanna ship Karlach with some cute bard girl or something, someone just as fun and nice as she is. And you know what? Wyll and Gale is starting to grow on me. They’re both characters who try to “woo” Tav before doing anything, Gale with the Weave and Wyll with his dance.

Imagine, Gale teaching Wyll the secrets of the weave, likely Wyll has never interacted with it properly as his magic comes from a devil. This could help unlock Wyll and on some level separate him from Mizora. Oh wow, both these men have been manipulated and abused by extremely powerful non-humanoid women. They’re both self sacrificing gits who want to be the hero, both sacrificed much for power. I think it would start when Mizora first appears in camp, maybe. Gale would go to comfort Wyll over the transformation, maybe even compliment his horns. During the night of celebration Gale would see Wyll by the beach and offer to show him something magical, aka the Weave scene. They make some jokes and Wyll mentions the dancing, Gale prods, and Wyll says maybe another time.

GAH

I FEEL LIKE A FUCKING GENIUS

Alright, so, summary

Lae’zel and Shadowheart

Karlach and cute girl (if Alfira survived Durge I’d choose her but oh well)

Durge, Astarion, and Halsin

Gale and Wyll

EDIT: This post is no longer accurate to my views or feelings on the matter! I will write another one eventually since I actually know the characters a lot better. This was legit written before I even got to act 2 and I barely did anything in act 1

116 notes · View notes

revserrayyu · 3 months ago

Text

2.6 Penacony thoughts [part 3]

**Spoiler warning** for the very last bit of the story, starting with the party setup and everything that follows after. Of course don’t read further you haven’t finished the story for yourself because I wouldn’t like the ruin the experience for you.

I always love how self aware the game is. I personally can’t remember why he would be here right now but his tendency of using movie terms so passionately at every chance he gets is endearing to me for some reason, so I’ll let his sudden appearance slide just because I enjoy having him around.

Boothil calling Robin “singing queen” is something I didn’t know I needed until it was said and done, like shut up that’s adorable.

Him opening up about his past in an attempt to calm her down before the performance.. y’all, this pair was cute to me before but this whole patch has sold me on them.

Reca literally calling people npcs but at least he says they can still hold value and the power to influence others. I think life can be thought of this way too, like other people obviously can’t be you, they may not even be part of your supporting cast of characters, but they’re still human and should at least be treated with kindness because who knows how they may or may not affect your life.

Robin mentions Sunday once and all I can imagine is him still chained up to that chair Jade found him in. Really looking forward to seeing how our holy man manages to return in 2.7. I’m still placing my own hopes on him accepting Jade’s deal but we shall see. If so, I’m curious to learn what the consequence will be and how people’s opinions of Jade might change. I wonder, if she saves your beloved Sunday, would y’all still dislike her? I’m already so fond of her so naturally I’d love to give her more praise if such a scenario does happen.

But Robin has seemed so downcast ever since that final battle. Poor girl. She really has been doing so much on her own since Sunday got locked up. You don’t have to do everything by yourself sweetie! So many people are willing to help!

Ma’am you're so pretty. DJ queen is truly a bright and beautiful sight to behold! I’m glad she’s able to smile so big after all the chaos Penacony experienced recently.

And then we have our lovable cowboy sitting off to the side enjoying the show.. until some random npcs come over and drag him to the dance floor so he can really sway to the beat.

As much as I love seeing the Trailblazer wield different weapons in cutscenes, I really wish we pulled out the bat or lance for this one. Seeing us hold out the hat while Dan Heng wields Cloud-piercer and Rappa with her giant shuriken just makes us look a bit silly.

I did like how Reol’s song from Rappa’s trailer played in game during that whole section where all we did was spam Rappa’s technique and chase down Profnana. I hope Hoyo continues to include trailer songs more in the actual story in the future, like how they included a calmer version of Monodrama during the 2.3 Sparkle bomb hunt scene.

All that nonsense with the monkeys is happening and March is over here just living her best life at the concert. I suppose that’s fair. She was hard at work during our recent trip back to the Xianzhou with her training arc, fight against Hoolay and calming down a raging Feixiao, so now it’s our turn to endure all the craziness.

Never in my life would I have imagined seeing Boothill in the spotlight during one of Robin’s shows and yet here we are.

He’s such a fun, entertaining character.. I guess if he can moonwalk during his own trailer, he’s perfectly capable of tap dancing and busting out some silly moves like this.

Behold! A literal definition of crashing into a party.

At least we provided Dan Heng with a soft landing? Seems we’re totally fine with it too if the rock n roll hand signs are anything to go by.

Rappa naturally makes a much calmer landing, until one of her spray can bonks her on the head again. Still a fine ending to a successful mission.

Damn dude, what else has the IPC done to you?

I’m actually not too surprised to see Rappa act this way? like she doesn’t seem the type of person to be completely hung up on getting revenger over someone else who wronged her. She’ll still feel hatred towards them, sure, but she’s able to put all those emotions aside and focus on other things if she wants to, like that whole band side quest that recently started.

I dunno, I still think attending university in a dream is such a wild concept. Penacony is truly a bizarre place.

Oohh boy. Safe to say we’ll be seeing these two again in the future, yeah?

Well, that’s all for now. I did finish the whole band side quest that had all the rhythm games last night and it was fine. Far less Serval than I had originally expected with how the 2.6 livestream introduced the event though, but at least she was there for a fleeting moment.

#honkai star rail #mr reca #boothill #robin #rappa #gameplay #revs rambles

14 notes · View notes

late-to-the-magnus-archives · 9 months ago

Text

Night at the Opera

A long, code-filled opera is enough to put anyone to sleep.

It's also enough to lower defenses, opening the way for some real conversation...

And unexpected attack.

Part of the Surrogate series. Written with @sepiabandensis

Major character death warning (though I will say this: trust us).

AO3

----------------

Faroe sighed. “I just wish it wasn’t so long. ”

“The very idea of a Crystalsong opera being less than twenty hours would, I fear, offend everyone’s ancestors,” said Hastur mildly, and adjusted her fancy up-do. “After all, I created them. Their entire existence is to weave beauty, music, and tale together for my pleasure… while being my very best spies in the process.”

She wrinkled her adorable, freckled nose. “I guess.”

He understood her annoyance. It wasn’t the kind of code a human brain could comprehend, which was one more thing he had to deal with before his death. “It’s necessary. Their complicated music grants the kind of detailed report I can gather from no other.”

“But it’s so boring. ”

“Shh. Don’t let anyone hear you say that. We have a reputation to maintain.”

She flopped on him with all due drama, and he caught her with a chuckle.

“Why am I going, again?” said Arthur as he arrived, scowling as he walked and John adjusted his robe.

“Because you and John are officially part of my court now,” said Hastur. “You have to be there, at my side.”

He’s hiding something, growled John.

“When isn’t he hiding something?” Arthur muttered. “At least we won’t be alone.”

They wouldn’t. The Dancers had already given Sunny and Parker what the latter was to wear.

They’re not part of your court, John challenged when reminded.

“I hope to change that over time,” said Hastur mildly.

Too mildly.

Nibbles gave him a suspicious look so strong it could curdle milk.

The only one who didn’t seem to doubt his reasoning was Faroe. “Okaaaay,” she said, overly miserably, flopping again.

Hastur carried her. (He hadn’t carried her this much in a few years now, and almost seemed to be making up for lost time.)

Arthur sighed. “They should be here soon.”

They were Parker and Sunny.

Parker had never, in his life, worn anything this fancy, this complicated, this heavy, this awkward, and he absolutely hated it. Which was a shame, because he looked fantastic.

The color was Hastur’s gold, threaded with deep green threads that somehow lent his skin a warm, bronze timbre while still linking him to the King.

Parker wasn’t sure he wanted to be linked to the King. The good news, he told himself, was this color wasn’t only Hastur’s.

Turn for me again, please? Sunny said for the fifth time. Oh, Parker. You look absolutely stunning. If I wasn’t already smitten, I would fall for you on the spot.

See, that helped. That helped a lot. “You like it, huh?” he said, grinning.

I like you in most things, and sometimes nothing at all, said Sunny, a touch too distracted to be subtle or seductive. But I very much like you in gold. And this particular one… I wonder if we have enough time for jewelry. I think some emeralds set in a similar gold, on a short chain for your neck…

That was a whole thing. Parker shook his head a little. “This is my year for a lot of new stuff. You know what? Yeah. I’ll put on whatever you want. Go crazy. I’m all yours.”

Oh! Arthur, he’s…

“What?”

Sunny’s voice nearly boomed. Doesn’t he look incredible?

John was silent for long enough to give the impression of an enormous, petulant breath. Arthur! Let me dress you like that! Arthur!

Arthur cleared his throat. “Sorry, everyone. He’s in a mood today.”

But he looks incredible, John whined.

“You do look great,” said Faroe, smiling shyly. “We almost match!” She spun, flaring her yellow-green gown.

Parker laughed. “Like I’m dolled up for something fancy. I never got to do this before. It’s fun.”

“Come on, John,” Arthur coaxed. “I don’t even know what he’s wearing.”

John huffed. Parker is wearing gold ; unlike your robe, his lacks the Yellow Sign, and features what appear to be dark greens woven throughout. Around his neck is an elaborate neckpiece, twisted into fine scrollwork with deep green emeralds set into it and smaller emeralds dangling from the ends. Around his wrists are golden cuffs with more emeralds; a few thin gold chains wrap around his throat, lying under and entwining with the large necklace.

Arthur blinked. “Like a fancy prisoner?”

I would never make him look like a prisoner, Sunny huffed. You have no taste, Arthur.

“I can’t fucking see him,” said Arthur dryly.

You didn’t have taste when you could see, either, Sunny quipped, because you somehow said no to this.

Arthur laughed. “All right, fair,” he said, slightly red as Faroe leaned into him.

“Good one,” Parker approved.

A sweep of Dancers flitted in, their pointed limbs clicking gracefully on the floor. Behind them floated the King in Yellow. Servitors followed—empty suits of armor, large furry beasts bearing palanquins, ghostly birds sparking with silent, para-dimensional lightning.

Faroe’s curls tried to escape her up-do, frizzing.

“My own,” said Hastur. “My daughter. My honored family. It is time.” He took Faroe and rose, carrying her to the palanquin of the tallest beast.

Forward, said John.

“What did he call us?” Parker murmured quietly. “What did he say?”

“I didn’t catch it,” said Arthur, climbing up with John’s help. Parker frowned but followed, thoughtful, and together, they were off to the opera.

The Crystalsong were not incredible mobile beings; they moved slowly, their many legs tinkling as they crept around the stage, voices like chimes as they chanted, back and forth. Their music, however, was divine. The opera was incredible, the music gorgeous, the plot complex and layered and overarching—and it had also been going on for over fifteen hours.

Hastur did his best to keep his little group awake and functioning. They had a special, private box, where no one would enter. He’d provided board games and card games; books; food and drink; a small water closet for their needs; and several padded settees for them to use as needed.

Faroe fell asleep on him toward hour sixteen. Well. It was after her bedtime.

Still. He thought back to catching her out late with Dis. He’d never pursued that; she wasn’t still doing that, was she?

Arthur was no better, and conked out half an hour later.

Hastur sighed. At least Parker and Sunny seemed to be still enjoying themselves. “Ahem,” Hastur said.

“Mm?” Said Parker, eyes locked on the stage far below.

“They have written a part for me.”

Parker blinked up at him. “Uh. Good for you?”

Hastur rumbled. “I will have to leave shortly. You will all be safe here.”

Parker didn’t seem to understand the danger. Or, perhaps, was not easily scared. “All right. Do we gotta be awake?”

“No.”

“Cool.” Parker took a handful of honey-glazed nuts and leaned back in his chair.

Hastur studied him. Cradled his daughter. Studied Arthur. They were all so tired. He didn’t want them to be tired. It wasn’t fair they’d be tired when he was working so hard for them.

Well. Maybe he’d have time to deal with it later.

Sure.

An hour later, Parker finally fell asleep, too, sacked out on the deep red settee. Hastur added an extra, gentle spell to keep his family asleep, took some time to arrange them all together because it was funny (and also very cute), then headed down toward backstage.

Arthur lay curled against Parker's side, head on his shoulder, snoring softly; Faroe was tucked into his side in turn, curled up and completely out of it. Parker's chin rested on his chest as he slept, the backdrop of the impressive (if low and chantlike) choral work helping to keep them all lulled.

John and Sunny were, of course, not asleep, and John watched the performance in the mirror above them, which had been angled to catch the stage. Arthur will let me do that someday, said John out of nowhere. Dress him up, I mean. Make him shiny.

He’s a stubborn one, but I’m sure you can warm him up to the idea, Sunny said gently. I like the gold he’s wearing there. I know it was Hastur’s choice, but it looks nice with you as well.

John sounded proud. It’s not just his color. Your Parker cleaned up well, too. Not that he doesn’t pull off the vagabond look.

Sunny huffed. He looks good in most things. I’m mostly just glad he lets me pick things out for him. Being able to do the jewelry was a pleasant surprise. He laughed, low and gentle. …Hastur will be gone for at least an hour or two, I imagine. I wonder if we’ll see him down there? He paused. If you’ll see him, I guess. I don’t have control over the eyes at all.

John considered that. I feel like there’s… a way around that, but I don’t know what it is. He sounded sad.

It’s probably just something else locked up in that mind of yours. You’ll recover it in time, I’m sure of it, Sunny rumbled, low, without the presence that Hastur’s had, but hopefully reassuring anyway. I… I had a question about something in that vein, if you’d be willing to talk to me about it.

John turned his attention from the opera. What?

It’s about… Well. It’s about you and Arthur, Sunny said quietly, and it might deal with things you can’t quite remember. But what’s important is what you know, Rex. Does that make sense?

The string section began a dramatic, tense pizzicato, plucked and rhythmic.

Okay, said John. I’m listening.

Sunny took a trembling breath. They’re all really asleep, right?

Oh, yeah, said John. Hastur made sure they’d stay asleep. They’d go wandering or picking fights or something otherwise, and we both know it.

…I hadn’t considered that, Sunny said, low. That’s why this is… I’m stalling. Alright. He took another breath. I… I assume you remember, or you were told, how I was first introduced to Arthur.

The barest pause. They both knew this was mine-filled territory. Yes.

When… When I was with Arthur, he was in a bad state. He spoke briefly about the ways the two of you had suffered, of your determination to not be separated from him, Sunny said softly. Timidly. You were tortured.

John was quiet. Yes.

I’m sorry, Sunny said quickly—too quickly. I shouldn’t have brought this up. We don’t have to talk about this.

No, said John, remembering the meaning of Rex. It’s fine. Say what you need to say.

I… If you’re… sure, Sunny said, halting, that insubstantial breath still much too quick. The important thing was that you were determined to stay with him, no matter the cost. And I… I wondered if that… If that was still the case.

The singers hit a high, strident note like hammers on bells.

Yes! John shouted over them. More than ever!

Sunny let out a soft laugh. I thought so, he said, gentle. Would you stay, even if you could be separated? To have your own body?

John went silent for a moment. The music settled in, strings wordlessly singing. Would getting a body mean losing him? he said, quietly enough to almost be inaudible.

That’s not what I mean, Sunny said. Or… Not exactly. I don’t know. But you’re sure that staying with him is right?

Yes. I don’t think I can ever leave his body, anyway, but I don’t care anymore. Body or not, this man is mine.

You’re very strong. You might be able to, Sunny said quietly.

I don’t care. It’s not the part that matters. The moment I woke…. John paused. The moment I woke, with nothing else I understood, I knew he was mine. Familiar even when nothing else was. That’s the point.

Down below, Hastur’s voice suddenly plummeted, deep and bass and wondrous, underpinning the entire chorus. Gasps briefly shimmered over the audience.

How did you know that was the right decision? said Sunny.

John’s hand twitched. I don’t understand the question. How would I not know?

You… Sunny sighed, and a muscle in Parker’s jaw twitched. Before, you had… Other options, but you stuck through it with him regardless. You suffered to keep him safe, even at your own expense. How did you know that all of that would be worth it? How did you know you were making the right decision?

John took this seriously. The chorus rose and quieted again, oohing as Hastur’s solo climbed (the god had quite the range). How do you know what tastes good?

I don’t follow.

You just taste it, right? You don’t have to look at the stars or count tea leaves. You know what’s good because you taste it. Right?

Sunny huffed. Sure. I taste it, and if I like it, it tastes good.

Do you like him? Does he feel good?

The music dipped low. A whisper of percussion and low strings.

Yes, Sunny said quietly. He feels… He feels like the sun emerging from the clouds on a cold day. Like hot tea after you’ve wept. He feels safe.

John’s diaphanous form shifted. So it is right.

But it’s not that simple, said Sunny. I am not… I am supposed to go back. I was always supposed to go back. It’s all I was ever supposed to do, my only purpose. I spent almost nine years in misery because I was separate, and returning was right, but now… Now I’m confused. And I’m scared, because if I… If I stay, he’ll… He took a breath. I can’t keep him safe.

John’s hand relaxed. What does missing a train have to do with invalidating whether you like something?

Sunny fell silent.

Rex, John thought, refusing to let this go. And if you stay, he’ll what?

He’ll die.

He’d do that anyway.

Faroe turned and snuggled her dad, face on Arthur’s chest.

John went quiet as if not to wake them.

The R’lyehian came easily. [I don’t want him to die,] Sunny whispered. [I… I’m scared. If I stay, we may not be safe. We might have to run, or fight. And I can’t… I will never be able to hold him. I couldn’t even protect myself from Larson, how can I help protect him?]

John was quiet for a moment. [I understand. So many times, I… had to watch him be hurt. And I have a hand and a foot.] He considered. [Humans get hurt when they’re together, too. It’s just… being mortal. Nobody can protect somebody from everything.]

[But forsaking true godhood, a return to my fuller self… If I returned I could protect him, even though he would hate me.] Sunny let out a shuddering breath. [...I know my limitations, Rex. It’s been ten years, and I… I am still like this. The only way I have grown in power was through Larson’s rituals, and those came at a cost I am no longer willing to pay. I… I may never be more than… This.]

[Okay. Does he care?]

Sunny let out a long-suffering sigh that told John exactly what the answer was.

John exhaled, too, thinking. This would be easier, he was sure, if he had his memories. How would Arthur answer this? That helped, actually. Trying to think how Arthur would answer this. [Things don’t always go as planned. Right?]

[Story of my life, but yes. You’re correct.]

[So. When things don’t, what do you two decide to do?]

[We survive. We prioritize our safety, getting out, getting help, and we move forward,] Sunny said, his voice taking on a deeply serious tone. [And… And when we’re out, we talk about it. Sometimes Parker… Has to wait, for a bit, but we talk. He’s very easy to talk to. Very good at helping me untangle my thoughts.]

[Good. Everybody should have someone like that.] John briefly wondered if that was a thing he could enforce later, somehow, when he ruled. [So it’s okay to have good things even though plans don’t always work out.]

[I don’t think I’m making sense,] Sunny sighed.

[He’s mortal. You’re afraid he’ll be hurt, and you’re not a strong enough god to save him. So you’re wondering if it’s right for you to even be in his life the way you are. Right?]

[I—yes. Yes, that’s exactly it.] John got the distinct impression of Sunny blinking at him with… awe? Adoration? Gratitude, certainly. [I feel like a burden, and I… I don’t want to be. He’s told me otherwise, yes, but I just… I’m so aware of everything I can’t do, especially when it’s at odds with what I want to do.]

[So…] It hit John suddenly. Sunny was rex, too, whether or not he realized it, and that changed this whole situation. [What does he need? ]

[I don’t know.]

[That’s your problem, right there.] John was sure, even if he didn’t fully understand Sunny’s hesitation. [If you don’t know what he needs, you can’t ever fulfill it. Find that out first. Then we can work toward getting him whatever that is.]

[He says that all he needs is me,] Sunny said, quietly. [But that can’t be right.]

[Why?] John sounded genuinely curious.

Onstage, the music changed again. Hastur’s voice was hidden in the chorus again, but he floated across the stage, outstretched, stunning.

No one in the booth noticed.

[Because…] Sunny said, slowly, testing. [Because I am… me.]

[You know Arthur. A little. Right?]

[I’m getting to know him better. He’s… different, than when I first met him. Good different.]

[This “different” part was always there, along with the mess he was when I came back. Sunny, he… I don’t remember all the details, but I know he was so fucked when I came back that he thought it was over and he’d lost completely. He’s got levels. Everybody does. Good and bad. Even your guy does. You know?]

[Yes. Things are rarely as simple as ‘good’ or ‘bad’. We know this.]

[So… why don’t you have the freedom to have levels, too?]

Sunny stayed silent. The music swelled, Hastur’s voice bringing it up like he cradled it all in his hand.

The sound nearly buried Sunny’s voice, so small. [Because I think I may be mostly bad, and… I don’t want to be.]

John pondered this one. [Bad according to what? We are what we are. We are gods. Both of us. Small pieces, yes, but that’s what we are. If the people we own are happy and healthy, then how can we be bad?]

[I’m not growing, Rex. I don’t know that I can change.]

[Sure you are. You’re learning. You’re not the same as you were with Larson. I know. Arthur told me how you vowed to destroy him. You’re not the same person. So, you grew.]

Below, the movement climaxed. Applause rose. Hastur bowed, and began the next movement.

[So… You don’t think I should rejoin him, then.]

John’s golden mist shuddered, all around Arthur’s sleeping form. [No. I don’t. That asshole’s fine. You’ve got people who love you. Why the fuck would you just leave them behind?]

[Because if I did, no one could hurt me ever again.]

That one took a moment to process.

Sunny let out a shaky breath. [I know. It’s selfish, and awful.]

If John had the right to choose, so did Sunny. Hm. More applause. The opera had finally turned the corner, reaching toward a happier ending than expected. [I guess it comes down to what matters more. Are you happy when you’re with him?]

[I am.] There was something distinctly teary about his voice. [I’d never been happy before I met him.]

[Is he worth the risk?] It wasn’t a challenging question. John was genuinely asking, and it showed.

[I’d risk much more if it meant he would be safe.]

[He wouldn’t be without you. You leaving him doesn't guarantee him suddenly being safe. Just alone. If you fucking died in a fire, Larson would still go after him. He wants him, or something. It’s weird. It wouldn’t stop just because you’re gone. So what would be the point of leaving him, then?]

The orchestra suddenly went heavy brass, dramatic.

[You’ve noticed it too, huh?] Sunny’s voice was quiet. Fearful.

[Yeah. I don’t think that guy knows what the fuck’s going on. Arthur told me some people can be in denial.] And John laughed. [And he’s in denial about being in denial! Humans. I fucking swear.]

[Parker believes he has it handled. He’s keeping an eye on it, though… I don’t think he understands how badly Larson is fixated on him. He… He doesn’t know him like I do.]

[So he needs you.]

[I’d argue that without me, he wouldn’t have that problem in the first place, but…]

[If you go away, will Larson?]

Sunny sighed heavily. [No. He will not.]

[Then he needs you. And because you’re not a mortal human, even if you are weakened, you can help him better than anyone else. You understand the situation. You understand the threat. You also understand his strengths and weaknesses, and Larson’s. He needs you. ]

Below, the opera seemed to finally be coming to an end. Applause rose like a flood, enveloping.

[I don’t know how to feel about that,] Sunny said softly.

[Do you have to know?] John raised his voice a little to get over the volume of praise. [You think I understand how to feel about all this? What matters is what I have, and what I chose. I learned that from Arthur. He’s right.]

[I… I haven’t had very many choices, Rex. Maybe that’s why this is so hard for me.] Sunny let out a laugh. [I… I’m lucky to have you to ask, then. Thank you.]

John couldn’t, technically, preen. He found a way. [We… we are… we’re on this path together. Both of us. Forgotten Ones who… aren’t forgotten, anymore. Not with the people we found. So. This is a choice. Maybe a really important one. He needs you, so don’t leave him. Besides, if you do, Arthur might do something stupid, too. He gets… ideas.]

Sunny really laughed, then, bassy and profound. [That… that he does.] He went quiet. [I wish I could hug you. The instincts to use our tentacles are still there, and I just… Thank you.]

The golden mist that was John undulated, but did not leave Arthur’s immediate vicinity. [Maybe someday. I don’t particularly want our humans touching in our place.]

The spell keeping said humans asleep must have been lifted. Faroe raised her head, blinking blearily. Her updo had stayed relatively unscathed, though her gown was completely wrinkled. She kissed Arthur’s cheek and clambered off the sofa.

Arthur grunted.

Parker snored a little.

Arthur seemed to realize they were laid out like parts of a sandwich and stiffened. “Uh.”

Sorry, Arthur, Sunny said, a bit sheepishly. The King needed to perform, and tucked us all together. Did you rest well?

Arthur sat up. Patted over Parker as though trying to figure out what was going on. “Yeah, actually.”

“Uh?” said Parker, blinking blearily at him. “You. What?”

“I think Hastur piled us up like firewood,” said Arthur dryly.

Parker’s look was amazing. “Why?” he said.

“I have no fucking idea.” Arthur stretched.

“We were warm and cuddly,” said Faroe with youthful wisdom.

Hastur reappeared, having no need to bother with petty things like doors. “Well,” he said. “Did we all survive?”

Faroe yawned, and—evidently sleepy enough not to care how old and mature she was—raised her arms.

He picked her up immediately.

“Yeah,” said Arthur. “I’m sorry we slept. Fuck.”

“Nnh,” said Parker. “I think I like operas. Bet the couches aren’t normally this comfy, though.”

Arthur laughed.

Sunny rumbled. The three of you seemed peaceful. We decided not to wake you.

“Well done, all,” said Hastur, and—for reasons unexplained—picked up everyone else.

“Hey!” said Parker, pushing pointlessly.

“Hush,” said Hastur. “Our enemies are about. We will return home at once.”

“You sounded great, dad,” Faroe mumbled, half-asleep.

“As if you even heard it,” he said warmly, fondly, brushing her cheek, and opened a portal. “We have all done well. I have gathered the information I need, and decoded it.”

“Good for you,” said Arthur with that particular grouchiness that came when he was oversleepy.

“Home,” said Hastur, clearly relieved nothing bad had happened, and stepped through the portal to the protections of Carcosa.

Those protections on Carcosa—and the palace in particular—were good. Really good. Ghoaca was just about done trying to get through them.

“Your Highness,” said one of his guys.

Ghoaca snarled at him to make him shut up.

It was a stupid assignment anyway. Find a way into his court and use this knife may seem specific, but it most definitely was not. Hastur had locked this place down, and while Ghoaca had seen the target from some distance, he had yet to actually get into the court proper.

He was only a second son. Unimportant; he couldn’t get an invitation to actual court, just the hallways to watch the people who mattered march in and out again.

Fuck. There had to be a way. This would, he was sure, catapult him beyond his older brother for favor; why else would he have been given such an important assignment? It wasn’t like his father would just throw him away—

“You look frustrated, friend,” said a cheerful voice, and Ghoaca turned to find a man facing them, a man his people hadn’t warned him about. Just a human man, smiling, eyes shadowed, fiddling with a small, pink tube.

Was this guy going to sound the alarm? Ghoaca bore his teeth, lashing his crocodile tail. “What’s it to you, meatling?”

The man held up both hands, still smiling. “Hey, now, not your enemy! Seems to me you want a way inside. Am I reading that wrong? Am I mistaken? Is your actual goal something other than the one you’re telling yourself with increasing desperation?”

Ghoaca stared at him.

“Right, that went over your head. So! You want in, right? I happen to hate the guy who owns this place, so tell you what. I’ll let you in! For free!” And somehow, impossibly, that smile grew. He tossed the pink tube up and caught it again. Whatever it was, to Ghoaca’s sensitive snout, it smelled like human hair. Was that some kind of accoutrement?

“How dare you speak so casually to—” said Ghoaca.

“Yes, yes, Prince Ghoaca of Thesia, Duke of the Limestone Gorge, blah blah I don’t care. You want in or not, sweetums?”

He could always kill this guy on his way in. “You have such a way?”

“Yep! Not just wagging my jaw! Oh, and in the unlikely circumstance that you’re caught alive, you can tell them… the hammer fell. Now they don’t have to worry about it anymore! Isn’t that grand?”

Ghoaca stared at him. “What?”

The man sighed. “I swear. Arthur spoils me for dealing with other people.” And he just… tore the air. Ripped it, opened it like a thin sheet.

Hastur’s throne room, currently empty, lay beyond, wreathed in shadow and glinting with hints of gold.

Ghoaca sometimes felt like he didn't quite understand what was happening around him (and was sure no one else did, either and just lied about it). Well, he understood this. “Hastur’s throne room?”

“Have fun!” said the human, and stepped aside.

Ghoaca was not inclined to look a gift horse in the mouth. “You’re lucky I’ve chosen to spare you,” he said, and gestured to his soldiers. Together, they stepped through.

Laughter followed him, damn near hysterical, but before he could turn around and hurt the guy for daring to do that at him, the portal closed again.

He had just enough time to hide his soldiers in shadow as another portal spat out the god and his… “family.”

Ghoaca was fast, and strong, and had always been silent. He knew he had moments before the god noticed him, and that only the distraction of these other people had kept them all from detection. He gripped his blade. There was no more time to waste.

His father would be so proud.

Hastur stepped into the throne room, relieved, and put his people down. They’d made it, and everyone was all right.

Faroe yawned. “Did you learn important things?”

“Yes,” Hastur said. “We still need to find a way for you to gather their information as well.” A twenty-hour constant code-breaking marathon wasn’t really possible for her, no matter how brilliant she was. Human minds didn’t work like that.

“We’ll figure it out,” she said, because in her understanding, they had time, they had all the time, they had so much time that there seemed to be no end.

They had five years, and if he didn’t figure out how to help her decode his most valuable spy network’s reports, she’d be ruling Carcosa half-blind. “Of course, my darling. We should all get ready for bed.”

“Already fucking slept,” muttered Parker.

“It was not true rest,” said Hastur. “You will find yourselves in need of actual sleep.”

Arthur yawned. “Fine.”

You were gathering information? Demanded John. Why didn’t we know?

“All in good time,” said Hastur.

John’s hand flipped him off.

Hastur chuckled, low. “Yes, yes.” He folded Faroe’s tiny hand in his enormous one.

Arthur yawned, stretching. “What’s the schedule tomorrow?”

“Court will be late,” said Hastur, turning, facing Faroe, who beamed up at him. “I’m sure Nibbles missed you dreadfully.”

“Maybe she tore up more art,” said Faroe slyly.

“Naughty creature,” purred Hastur, rumbling. “I highly suspect she will—”

Three beats, so fast.

One: a dozen warriors suddenly leaped from the darkness around the edges of the room, wielding weapons and spells.

Two: Hastur—all the way at the other end of the throne room, for all it mattered—popped Faroe into a protective bubble, then turned and flew into the thick of them, roaring, smashing them like bowling pins made of underbaked cake. Their magic splashed against him uselessly—strong, deadly, but nothing to a god.

Three: Summoned by tripped alarms, Dis appeared in an explosion of purple sparks. With a barbaric yell, she charged the cluster. Golden warriors ran in her wake, attacking the intruders.

Arthur gasped, evidently tried to run in the opposite direction John did, and fell. He scrambled away on the floor, gasping.

Arthur had no way of knowing he’d gone the way he’d been herded.

And there, away from the soldiers, too far from the god, too far from help, he did not see the tall, reptilian figure lunging at him from behind a pillar, bringing down a black, flamberge dagger as if to remove Arthur’s head.

Parker and Sunny were quicker.

Ephaiaglor! Sunny bellowed, casting for speed, and Parker slammed into the attacker, tackling a being with nearly a foot and a half of height on him, with a tail wider than Parker’s whole body, and teeth Parker barely prevented from snapping right on his face.

“Parker!” Arthur shouted, hearing the impact.

Parker was human, but he was not alone. For one moment, they wrestled, feet sliding, fighting for the dagger. Ch'nglui'ahog! Sunny cast, and the lizard-man’s limbs simply broke.

Ghoaca howled. The dagger fell from his ruined claws, and nicked Parker on the way down.

It was nothing. A scratch. Less than a shaving mistake, nothing that should be serious, nothing should be fatal, or cause him to fall, but it did, and Parker just dropped, limp, eyes suddenly flat and and empty and—

Parker! John cried.

Arthur heard the body fall and go limp. He reached, grabbed.

Parker did not respond. He was utterly limp, no longer breathing.

“Parker?” Arthur said, voice higher and more broken on every succeeding try. “Parker! Parker!”

Three beats, so fast.

One: Dis was there, suddenly there, leaping over Parker’s body to grab nothing in the air with purple sparks and streams of power sizzling all around her, and she came down like a meteor, cracking the floor of the throne room, and slammed both fists onto Parker’s limp body as if to shock him back to life.

Two: Parker gasped, an ugly, pained sound. Alive.

Three: You! John snarled, bellowed, roared at the lizard-man who moaned on the ground with arms and legs broken, and then…

John wasn’t sure what he did. Something. Something, like extending Arthur’s arm (except it wasn’t Arthur’s arm because Arthur’s arm could not do this) and—

“Fuck,” Parker said, shaky, unable to sit up, but he could see just fine. See the golden cloud crushing the lizard-guy, squishing the assassin so his eyes bulged out, so blood popped and squirted from every pore.

“Take them to the prison pits!” Hastur commanded, and his soldiers dragged the whimpering survivors away.

It had taken seconds and left them all shaken to the core.

A moment of panting, of gasping, as everyone tried to parse where they were, what had happened. Faroe banged her fists on the inside of her bubble, unheard, but clearly demanding freedom.

And now, at last, Sunny made one small, tiny, terrible sound: I’m sorry.

“Sunny?” Parker whispered. “Sunny! Sunny!”

There was no reply.

----------

Notes:

Thanks to @flamiart for hersacrificial asshole character, the erstwhile prince of Thesia!

#malevolent #major character death #malevolent fic #malevolent au #surrogate series #surrogate fic #surrogate malevolent

9 notes · View notes

bozoswozo · 11 months ago

Text

~I present to you…My favourite characters from my favourite animes :P~

because I am bored 😬

Gon Freecs

he’s such a ray of sunshine,

he’s always been my all time favourite character in HxH.

I love his energy and positive attitude.

He’s so :3 and he makes me happy.

He’s so ambitious

His physical appearance is also so cute

He just gives hope idk

I don’t know why I love him so much he’s just Gon

But Gon is always loved by everyone so…

L. Lawliet

he’s so smart and that makes me :3

He’s so cute

and hot, sue me

I love his sarcastic humour

he’s so :] and Iove it

he’s such a silly billy

He’s so overdramatic

drama queen

“I hear the bells” alright gang ‼️💪🏻

But I still love him so much

Killua Zoldyck

I never really cared about him

I rewatched HxH and got attached

his admiration towards Gon is adorable

so is his love for him

but his life is so sad

Like yes ur worthy of friends bro 😭

He’s so cool too, amazing style

saddest character in the anime frl

BUT HES SO COOL! HIS NEN HIS HAIR EVERYTHING

nonchalent king

Mob/ Kageyama

Come on he’s everything that is considered a green flag

He’s so cutie patootie

but he’s also pretty angsty😬

I love that he goes through stuff people can actually relate to

he’s so innocent

another ray of sunshine

I love his shy side

Everyone who encounters him ends up changing for the better

#shigeokageyamaforpresident

he’s just mob, no need to explain further

Mello

Hottest character in Death Note FIGHT ME

HES SO HOT

HIS STYLE OMG

HIS SCAR !!!

HIS HAIR

Bro everything about him is amazing

Iive laugh love Mello

I NEED THAT MAN

He can kidnap me in his truck

Bro even the shinigami admitted he was scary

ISNT THAT SO COOL

and the fact that he’s emotional makes it even better

Best Death Note character???? (can’t decide)

Near

I used to dislike him

But I’ve matured now and I LOVE HIM

one of the best characters

it truly plays between him L and Mello

he’s so cute and goofy

Sometimes I forget he’s an adult :/

But he just seems fun to be around

yeah I said fun

He’d probably shrug every now and then

idk

he made me proud bro, made me feel like a mother watching her son

AGAIN, HE’S AN ADULT😭I TEND TO FORGET THAT

And I’m a minor

ANYWAY HE’S SO COOL

Ray

bro everything about him is so sad

Blud needs intensive therapy 🔥🔥

But he’s just so…cool

Like I love characters like that

I either love joyful and sunshine characters or I love little angsty guys

He’s so cute too

I chose a pic from the anime (though the manga is 100x better) bc he looks a bit too much like a mischievous elf in the manga💀

He’s a smarty pants

I love sarcastic characters

He’s just so yeah bro

he loves his siblings so much

And I love him so much

Kinda spooked me out tho in the traitor scene and in the fire scene

like ok emo boy get it i guess!

He’s nonetheless an amazing character

100% would recommend

That’s it :P.

Warning: I know a lot of the characters are minors but keep in mind that I AM TOO! And I’m near their age, to not say it specifically…Plus all of the minors, I like NOT bc of any attraction shit but just bc they’re cool and hilly billys.

8 notes · View notes

demonskiss · 2 years ago

Note

Darling who loves to annoy and tease them. I wish for the must insufferable darling

annoyance!

cw: violence (to reader), implied blowjob, restraints, stalking, noncon touching

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

emory who cannot stand you whatsoever, who’s unable to control their piling rage when you interact with them. don’t you know your life is in their hands? they could maim you and you would carry on with those nauseating words. their last straw is when you interrupt them in the middle of their livestream, knocking you out with a metal pipe and carrying on with their content, playing your appearance off as an escaped patient. when you wake up later on, you’re strapped down to a bloody metal table, with a furious emory hovering above you. they don’t say much, except they start unzipping their blood stained dress pants, and snarls. “your loud mouth has caused enough trouble for me, i have a better use for that mouth of yours.”

blythe who genuinely doesn’t care! in fact, it may fuel his obsession even more, you love him so much to where you have him in his thoughts all the time? just to get under his skin? they’re so insanely flattered, twirling their hair and kicking their feet every time your smug expression appears on your face. oh, you’ve think you’ve won? you’re just so cute! they can’t get enough of you, you’re simply just a delight! his friends may be insanely sick of you and discourage them from hanging out with you further, but why would they do that? you’re just so adorable after all! <3

violetta who makes sure that you don’t get too out of hand! she doesn’t mind teasing comments made about her, you’re her dearest friend after all! but if you start tampering with her artwork, things will get ugly for you. in all, violetta tails you around like a lost puppy, and if you think you can take her spot as an annoyance you’re severely incorrect! she’ll unintentionally one-ups you, following you to class when she’s supposed to be in her own, sitting on the other side of the room just to sketch you in her notebook. she’ll follow you outside of school as well to take pictures of you when you’re not looking, you’re not safe. you’ll never be safe from her gaze. she’s much worse than you’re led to believe.

ambrose has all the time in the world for your silly comments about him! he’s accepted his death a long time ago, using it for his own benefit, so comments about his ghostly form won’t work, because he’ll simply laugh it off. everything is new to him when it comes to you, and he too will take it as reciprocated feelings. you love him to where you’re comfortable with making jokes around him? oh, this delusional ghost is head over heels for you, taking advantage of the entire situation. your shower? interrupted by him running his hands down your body, you’ll never get a warm shower again. reading a book? he’ll paw at your thighs, desperate to have you all to himself. you’ll never be alone again, even if your words scathe him sometimes.

shoutout to my homie mike for giving me inspiration for emory’s section! by that i mean i will dedicate an entire side character to you one of these days, you can finally become canon. this goes out to all the insufferable fucks out there muah muah <3

29 notes · View notes

nagalias-mindscape · 1 year ago

Text

… I made the mistake of reading prompt suggestions for stories while needing to write for my SCP fanfic.

On one hand, I wrote nothing of importance chapter wise.

On the other hand, I now have dialogue lines for different characters and their interactions. I got a feel for plot points AND character personalities.

I’m not certain what the net gain/loss is on this. Different things I’ve decided on for my story are below Warning: may be a bit long.

—- —- —-

> Draven is a sweetheart, yeah, but also an asshole. “James told me it was wrong to wear a shirt with a target on it in light of last weeks assassination attempt on my life. So I changed it!” “… You’re wearing the same shirt, though?” “Nope! This one glows in the dark!”

> Iceberg and Alison are very much the stereotypical siblings who annoy each other, but heavens help you if you hurt one of them because the other gives no mercy.

> Draven and Iceberg should not be allowed alone together for more than 30 minutes (although they can still get into trouble in that time frame). James Talloran, pre SCP-3999, is not acceptable supervision for the two of them as he will enable their chaos. Post SCP-3999 is a different story.

> Iceberg’s gradual change in personality (actively hostile -> passively annoyed -> resigned acceptance of not having a personal space) confuses everyone who isn’t in his immediate circle of interactions and doesn’t know what happened (Meridiana happened. She’s a force of nature).

> Dr. Gears has many regrets about letting Alison and Iceberg interact as often as they do, but no one has more regrets than Aaron Siegel (O-1) who suffers the combined forces of the two to annoy him.

> SCP-166 (Meridiana) is an innocent angel, don’t let Allison and Iceberg tell you otherwise.

> Iceberg 100% relearns sarcasm from Alison and his days are never filled with boredom again, much to many people’s horror.

> For all that Alison and Iceberg are siblings who will absolutely knife someone who messes with the other, they did originally meet under some unfavorable terms… that mostly raised questions in Alisons head about what the fuck kind of person Iceberg is to not even be concerned that she’s been actively trying to kill him for multiple hours in a row.

> The more I write it, the more the idea of Iceberg x Simon Glass is making me coo. They can be very sweet on each other… while still also being terrifying.

> Julian may not be the leader of the Chaos Siblings (TJ Bright, Alison Chao, Meridiana, Iceberg, Draven, James, and whoever else I add to this pile), he is also usually the one who startles the rest by just appearing in a room their in. Because he checked for a back door.

> Neither Dr. Bright or Mikell Bright are part of the “Chaos Siblings” but that’s fine with them. They’re just happy TJ can try to be a relatively non-anomalous kid around Iceberg.

> Meridiana needs to stop trying to pick up flowers she sees and eat them. “That… was a paper flower, Meri.” “… That does explain the weird aftertaste.”

> James and Draven can bicker like an old married couple, and they are 1000% smitten with each other. You think Glass and Iceberg can be diabetes-inducing? James and Draven are 500% worse.

> Meridiana has no qualms about going with the flow when one her pseudo siblings decides they want to cause chaos. She’s usually the one cheering them on- unless it involves potentially hurting someone.

> SCP-3999 does not like Iceberg. At all. It will tolerate him simply because it literally can’t do anything to him. James occasionally crashes in Iceberg’s room when reality decides it wants to upend itself around him for this reason.

> On the flip side, 408 adores Iceberg because he reunited Draven and Dr. Kondraki and got the two reconcile. And Dr. Kondraki to ease off the alcohol.

> Dr. Glass loves his job, really he does! He loves the people he takes care of, too. He also wants to break shit and scream, because holy shit the Foundation is a stressful place to work and why is it too mich to ask for people to try to be functional adults?

> Iceberg has trouble believing all the bullshit that happens around him. The world made more sense before he was made to go back to school, although he will admit it’s more fun now.

> If you stick your fingers in his mouth, Iceberg will bite down regardless of how awake or asleep he is at the time. Dr. Glass discovered this the hard way.

> Iceberg regrets ever teaching Meridiana about his bombs. Like, major regrets. The only thing that’s stopping him from full-on panic is that Meridiana prefers peaceful solutions over violence. (He also might need a geiger counter, now, but that’s a Future-Iceberg problem).

> Dr. Clef is a dramatic asshole when it comes to parent-teacher conferences. Dr. Gears is suffering silently whenever they both have to arrive together and he has to listen to Dr. Clef mock-whine.

> Because of Iceberg, Family reunions are terrifying times for a lot of people. (Think of the Siegel-Gears-Chao chaos, and add in the Bright, Kondraki, and whatever last name Clef uses families. It’s total chaos all around).

> Alison is the first person to question anyone who claims Iceberg is dead, regardless of what “proof” is presented to her. No one gets to kill Iceberg until she does. The same is true of any rumors of her grandfather’s demise.

> Iceberg has 100% been inside the Wanderer’s Library to bring soup to Alison whenever she gets sick. It annoys the other people on how he’s getting in without triggering anything.

> Iceberg will shiv someone who touches any chocolate that’s marked as his. Eat the last chocolate in his hidden stash? Sleep with both eyes open because Iceberg will get his revenge.

> Iceberg is very tempted by Alison’s offer of going no-contact with the Foundation via hiding in the Wanderer’s Library full time, but ultimately decides against it.

> Meridiana and Alison quickly learn better than to jokingly challenge Iceberg to something as he will do it- one only needs to look back at the swimming challenge issued to Iceberg to realize this.

> For the purposes of Plot Hilarity (and because all claim to reality has been trashed), Iceberg is ‘immune’ to SCP-963 with a caveat. He’ll still die if it comes into contact with his skin, but the amulet immediately triggers Iceberg’s anomaly into trying to defend himself- so amulet gets frozen solid on the side facing Iceberg. Said amulet, and Dr. Bright, are both fine after being scrapped off of Iceberg. This is one of the few instances of something continuing to work after coming into contact with the full force of Iceberg’s ‘energy’ draining properties.

> Iceberg meets many members of the O5. Usually without him knowing. He would like the Assassin to stop using his apartment as cold-body storage, however. He’ll keep the poisons without complaint, mind you.

> Draven and James are both horrified when they learned that not only is Iceberg amazing at making explosives, he’s pretty decent at picking locks, making poisons, and hacking electronics (not that he’s been able to do much of that last one since got his anomaly), but that he also taught Meridiana how to do all that too and she’s decent at them, too.

> Alison 100% teaches Meridiana about memes, just to fuck with Dr. Clef.

> For a new years party, Dr. Kondraki notes barrels of explosives. Iceberg is offened at the implication that they may be store-bought because that’s no fun.

> Alison would very much like to know the definition of the word “legal” that people keep questioning her about.

> Alison worries about her brother- she asked for flirting tips from the ONE person she personally knows in a stable (and healthy!) relationship, and got told “don’t do what Simon did and throw knives at the object of your affection”.

> It actually startles- and scares- Iceberg the day he realizes the family group he managed to gather around himself are here to stay. As in, it’s not just a cover story anymore- it’s full on reality. No going back, now.

> Alison is 100% the sort of person who would smack Dr. Clef with a salmon simply because the salmon was on sale. Full price salmon? Nah, not worth the money.

> Draven’s response to the BS he can get into is usually “In my defense, James left me unsupervised.” This a valid- and acceptable- response for the Foundation.

> Alison was gifted a cursed / possessed Furby by Iceberg. Allison adores it, especially after it tries (and fails) to stab her grandfather.

> Dr. Glass is 100% the sort of person who would find an abandoned pet on the side of the road and decide to keep them. This amuses and exasperates Iceberg- whose anomaly makes keeping standard household pets a real trial.

> One of the few things Iceberg cannot teach Meridiana how to do, is cook. Not because he can’t cook, but because they will inevitably end up with a kitchen being on fire. Somehow.

> Dr. Bright has no reality-bending abilities. This does not stop Dr. Clef from being suspicious of where Dr. Bright keep pulling out all those snacks from.

> Dr. Bright has been known to use said snacks to bribe favors out of Iceberg. This works without fail, since Dr. Bright uses chocolate against him.

> Iceberg would totally swallow a grenade on accident.

> If you think Dr. Glass can be terrifying, you should meet his mothers. He claims they can be far more terrifying, although Iceberg doesn’t get it since they were absolutely smitten with him over making their son a happy man.

> Alison is absolutely blown away by the eventual trust Iceberg puts into her. She’s family, as far as he’s concerned- why wouldn’t he trust her?

> That same trust is given to all his siblings- even TJ.

> That trust is also given back, much to Iceberg’s confusion. He still don’t get how actual families work, but he’s been told that’s fine. He’ll learn eventually.

> Iceberg doesn’t really care for Mikell Bright, but will happily help make Adam Bright’s week a whole lot worse if Mikell or Dr. Bright asks.

> If Aaron Siegel finds his drinks poisoned, chances are Alison had a hand in it. Even if it was literally impossible for her to have done it or organized it, 80% of the time it was her fault.

> If Draven ever has a terrible idea for something, he’ll tell Iceberg instead of James.

> When asked about how his childhood self imagined his future to be, Iceberg will remark “I was making explosives when I was five- the fact that I’m still alive comes as a surprise to present me.”

> Iceberg will never say he had a boring childhood- he was making explosives! That said, he’d happily trade all the explosives and excitement for having had an actual family who gave a damn…. But not anymore, now that he’s got a family to belong to. One that does give a damn about him.

> The Chaos Siblings like to rib Iceberg, who takes it all with grace. They all know that O5 would look the other way if Iceberg took real offense- without meaning to, he became too valuable to depose of. As long as Iceberg does things within reason, they’re usually content to leave him be.

> Anytime Dr. Clef remarks his surprise at something his daughter knows that doesn’t seem like something she should know, chances are 50-50 on either Alison or Iceberg having taught it to her.

> Speaking of Chaos Siblings and Family Reunions, Iceberg has a bit of a habit of getting adopted. First by Dr. Gears, then by Meridiana, then by Draven, and then by TJ Bright.

> I have 0 clue if I’m going to add Sigguros of this equation, but Iceberg would be the one adopting her (as a sibling). Doesn’t matter that she’s a fully grown adult, he’s going to take care of her like Meridiana took care of him.

> People at the school are terrified when they get to know Iceberg and realize that he has MORE family than just him and Meridiana, and he’s nowhere near the most dramatic of them. “Also, with this family, who said there’s sense to be had?”

> Draven and Iceberg are totally the two-brain cell duo. The trouble they can get into together makes for quality entertainment and a very unique kind of stupidity. Usually at their own expense, which is fine since Foundation healthcare is pretty top-tier.

—- —- —-

I have so many more thigns I could mention, but my hand is cramping from holding the phone and it’s basically 3 in the morning. Yuck.

#text #scp fanfiction

3 notes · View notes

riiseandfall · 2 years ago

Photo

kit young . genderfluid . he / they ➶ I RECOGNISE THAT FACE ! that’s OSMANTHUS , the TWENTY - EIGHT year old AVOX from DISTRICT ELEVEN . they’ve been in the capitol around NINE YEARS , long enough to gain a reputation for being so CLEVER & IMPATIENT . they’re so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character IS part of the uprising )

Basic Information

Full Name: Osmanthus Nicknames: Oz nobody calls them Osmanthus ugh Age: 28 District: Eleven Gender: Genderfluid Pronouns: He / they Orientation: Bisexual Profession: Harvester, Avox

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Kit Young Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Brown Height: 6'1" Piercings: Pierced earlobes & upper lobes Scars: A scar on the right side of his lower stomach

Relationships

Father: Taurus (deceased) Mother: Evangeline Siblings: Rue (older sister - deceased) , four younger siblings (ages: 27, 25, 24, & 23) Significant Other: N/A

Extra

MBTI: ENFP-T (The Campaigner) Temperament: Sanguine Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good Primary Vice: Pride Primary Virtue: Kindness Element: Air

BIO-[TW: MENTION OF DEATH AND TORTURE]

It's daunting, life in Eleven. As soon as the sun is up, those who are old enough are out working -- when it is the busiest season, they don't come home until long after the sun has set.

You're the second oldest in your family, bright-eyed and curious. Those long days never seem to get to you, full of all a child's wonder. It didn't matter that you were working, you were with family -- and Rue always helped keep things fun.

You run after her, always chasing, wanting to climb the tallest trees right there with her -- she helps teach you how, teaches you about the flowers that grow outside the fields (your favorite are blue stars). Teaches you about her 'special friends', how to signal and sing for them -- you find joy in the way they echo it right back to you. A secret way of passing messages, of signaling the end of the day.

Of alerting each other to peacekeepers at night when you both sneak out to the fields, smuggling as much extra crops as you can. There are too many mouths to feed back home and what the capitol provides isn't enough.

Maybe that's where your rebellious nature started.

Or maybe it is when your sister's name is chosen -- when she walks up to that stage and you want nothing more than to follow after her (always chasing), to beg anyone to take her place. But no one does. The district is quiet and your mother holds you back while your father stares at the stage with a steely expression -- (you've never seen him look like that before).

You never did want to watch the games -- but this year, your eyes never leave the screen. The capitol adores Rue, how could they not? You hope it will be enough, hope beyond hope that it can get her back home, back to where the two of you can sit among the high branches of a tree and listen to the mockingjays.

But it isn't enough. How could it be? That hope is dashed and shattered with the single throw of a spear. Your father has that look on his face again, your mother screams, the siblings who are old enough sob but you -- you feel an emotion in your chest you never felt before. Something that burns (it isn't fair, it isn't fair, it isn't FAIR), it feels like those words choke you as you hold them back.

You're far too young for the rage that flows through you.

The girl from District Twelve is there. The girl on fire. Does she know how much that song eases the pain in your heart? Does she know how much Rue would have loved the flowers she chose? Does she know how hand after hand raises in the crowd to mirror that gesture back to her? How it sparks and ignites something in those among the crowd.

Your father is the first to charge forward. His hand ripped from yours as your mother pulls you back, she tells you to help her get your siblings home.

Your father never comes home.

Things don't get better in Eleven when the dust settles. People rally when and where they can, your mother tries to shield you from it, guides your head away from those painted symbols, but you see them. It is like they're branded in your eyes.

A year passes and your mother is fussing over your outfit, you complain as all children do. But she says it's an important day. The Victory Tour. There are tears in her eyes already but she holds it together for you. And you hold it together for your siblings.

The projected image of Rue makes it difficult as you and your family takes your designated spots, your hand grips your mother's tightly. She's strong. You have to be strong too.

It is bizarre, to see them both in real life. They look taller than you would have thought. And even while Peeta offers a kindness of his own -- winnings for both families, Katniss just looks at your family as if she had seen a ghost.

There were some who said that what she did in the arena was a play -- a way to garner sympathy. But no one among your family. And when she steps forward to speak, to talk about your sister, you aren't strong enough to keep from crying. You know how she feels -- you see Rue in every mockingjay and every single blue star.

That symbol is raised, three fingers pressed to lips and held up. A spark.

You recognize the old man, have seen him in the fields. You're panicked when he's pulled forward, when the crowd turns violent the way it did a year ago, people rushing forward against peacekeepers who pushed back. Your mother holds your siblings tight and the victors are led away as a a gunshot rings in your ears and the old man slumps to the ground. There are two more shots, fired carelessly to get the crowd to more back -- so loud and resounding that you don't even notice that blooming pain in your side until it becomes unbearable. You heard your mother scream as you fall to the ground, feels tears that land on your cheeks before your fall unconscious.

You are only allowed a couple of weeks to heal before you are thrown back to work.

Of course those promised winnings were shut down, but even that one month that your family did receive went far. As the years pass, things continue to get worse in Eleven. Peacekeepers began to watch everyone more closely.

It just meant those who rebelled got sneakier -- more clever. You whistle new songs to the mockingjays now to avoid detection. You climb the highest trees and keep watch for those below. And when the sun sets and you whisper a song to those mockingjays (lay down your head and close your eyes--), you wonder if Rue would be proud of you.

When you're older, you spread the word -- you recruit, you listen and report back to District Thirteen.

They never catch you. You were quick on your feet and quiet, a shadow like your sister before you. But not everyone in Eleven wishes to rebel, all it took was one person -- one whisper in the right ear, a traitor -- to bring it all crashing down.

You escape the peacekeepers that descend on a once secret meeting, others aren't so lucky. But you know you can't stay. They know what you are now -- and you can't put your family at risk. Your mother is teary-eyed but strong, she provides you with a few extra supplies. She hugs you for as long as she can. You kiss your sibling's temples. A goodbye that doesn't last long enough before you slip away into the night, past the district's borders.

You don't make it far.

You run, but you aren't fast enough. You fight, but you aren't strong enough. And now? You're a rebel and a deserter.

You don't know how long they had you for -- how many days and nights were spent being questioned and subjected to pain after pain when your answers didn't satisfy -- and they rarely did.

They wanted names. You gave them nothing. They wanted to know locations, what the songs meant and you kept quiet. You would give them nothing.

It is quiet for a time, no more questions. You wonder if they are trying to lull you into a false sense of security when they send a doctor in to speak with you. To explain. They call you a dangerous insurgent -- as if you had ever wielded a weapon other than the truth -- other than your voice. But they would take that from you in the end.

Part of you wishes they had just killed you.

By the time the Capitol is done, you're close to broken -- shattered into so many pieces you fear that you will never put yourself back together. The assign you to the people of the Capitol -- a silent servant. An Avox.

But you have nothing but time. Time to gather those broken pieces and attempt to make them fit back together -- you're stubborn, clinging to blue stars and whistled songs to find your way back. It takes years, but you do it. District Eleven has taught you nothing if not diligence.

This year is different. You are pulled from the manor you were stationed at, placed into the Tribute Center -- assigned to the penthouse apartment for those from District Twelve.

This year is different. The rebels are no longer standing idly by. They are angry, the victors are angry, and you are angry.

A spark turned into an inferno.

#mj.intro #osmanthus.intro #//stfu bitch damn writing fuckin novels over here

4 notes · View notes

nonbinarycharmybee · 2 years ago

Text

Sonic: Ours

This is just a short drabble based on an au that I don't plan on writing an actual fic for (which is why it's here and not ao3 lol). I might write some more for this universe (I have. Ideas.) but they won't be in chronological order and will likely jump around randomly. For context, it's basically "bokurano but with sonic characters" so if you're lost just read the second paragraph of this wikipedia page and fill in the blanks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

cw: major character death ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It’s raining when Tails opens the front door, stomping a little too loudly down the hall and into the kitchen.

“Tails?” Vanilla calls from the living room, looking up from her tea in concern. “Is everything alright?”

He freezes, hand on the refrigerator door. “Uh. Yeah.” There’s a photo of Cream and Vanilla magneted to the fridge, professional and staged, but Cream has her arms wrapped around her mother’s neck and they’re both smiling widely enough that Tails can still feel the wisps of adoration seeping through.

He swallows. “Sorry.” Then, keeping his head down, he runs off to his room.

It’s not actually his room, per se - that still exists back at his house, which also still exists, he’s just too much of a coward to go back. Back to where there were probably still blue quills stuck in the couch and leftover chili dogs in the fridge and the hammock chair in the workshop that he always fell asleep on even with the noisy machines and - and - .

He doesn’t want to think about it.

Vanilla had offered, sympathetically, to let him stay in their guest room “for as long as he needed”. It's a pretty old-fashioned room, with floral wallpaper and a four-poster bed that looked like it had been made fifty years ago. He feels a little bad now about leaving all his toys scattered everywhere.

He picks up a socket wrench. If he's…if he is leaving soon, he should clean up. He’d never been very organized - his toys always scattered about, never lined up on shelves, but he always knew where everything was. “Organized chaos,” …he had jokingly called it once. But it’d be awfully rude, to say the least, to make Cream and Vanilla deal with his mess afterwards.

He sits down on the floor, back against the wall, staring at the small pink rosettes on the opposite wall and tracing the outline of the wrench with his finger.

There’s a knock at the door. Cream opens it slightly, peeking through the crack.

“Hey,” he says quietly. She takes the invitation to come in.

“...You got it, didn’t you,” she says softly. It’s not even a question. Tails just looks up. She stares at the grayish-blue pattern on his fur, creeping up his neck to the side of his face, the same one he saw in the reflection of a store window just hours ago.

“How…how long do you think we have?” She presses her lips together, uncertain. “The last fight was only a few days ago….”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. He’d tried running down equations, see if he could find a pattern or prediction to when said fights would appear, but they were just random.

Cream sits down next to him, crossing her legs. “Sorry….”

Tails shakes his head. “It’s fine. I mean, it was bound to happen eventually, right?”

A few moments of silence pass before he hears a sniff. Then another. Then Cream has her hands pressed up against her eyelids, desperately trying to suppress a sob.

“Oh- hey, it’s okay!” Tails closes the gap between them and hugs her with one arm. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I promise.” Then he feels bad, because Cream is in the contract too, so said promise is obviously a lie.

She sniffles again. “You should…be the one crying….”

“Yeah,” Tails looks away. In truth, he hadn’t felt like crying since this whole thing started. It all felt a little fuzzy, a little too unreal to comprehend. The logical part of his brain said it was mild dissociation as a coping technique. The emotional part of his brain told the former to shut up.

“Tails? Cream?” Vanilla knocks on the door. “Dinner’s ready.”

Tails’ eyes widen. He doesn’t know how to explain why it looks like he painted his fur, and why it won’t wash off.

Cream scrambles up, quickly scrubbing any semblance of tears away from her face. “Tails isn’t feeling good, Mother,” she says quickly.

“Ah.” Vanilla purses her lips, hesitantly, like she wants to say something but doesn’t want to overstep a fragile boundary. “Well, I’ll put your plate in the fridge, dear. You can come down to eat any time you like.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles. Right now, hunger is the last thing he’s feeling. He wonders, idly, if it would be possible to die of starvation beforehand, or if this mark has granted him temporary immortality.

It’s not like he’d lose anything if he tested that hypothesis out.

But, then the mark would just go to someone else, and the cycle would just start over again. As long as he’s still here, he needs to spend as much time as possible finding a real solution.

He picks up the gem on the vanity that he’d been using as a work desk, an oddity amongst the carpenter’s pencils and loose screws, and turns it over with his hands.The large emerald had been a brilliant dark blue once, the color of the ocean on a summer day, but now it’s gray and dull and lifeless.

He knows the emerald is connected to this, he just can’t figure out how. Every single test, every sample and analysis concludes that it’s just a plain rock now. If he had a working emerald, maybe he could make quicker progress, but he doesn’t know where or how or even if he can find one.

He spends the whole night at the vanity, adjusting and reprogramming scanners, desperately trying to find a wavelength that would reveal something useful. Vanilla brings a plate of waffles up to him in the morning, which makes him feel a little guilty, so after taking a few bites (he’s still not hungry) he decides to at least push his toys into piles to make sorting through them a bit easier. He doesn’t know who would take his personally monogrammed screwdriver, but he hopes it goes to a good home. It’s been through a lot, ever since he’d given it to Tails their first Christmas together. It deserves it.

He doesn’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse that he feels a familiar buzzing sensation overtake his body a few days later, like he’d simultaneously been dunked in ice water and injected with a thousand grams of caffeine right into his bloodstream. It’s supposed to be a protective technique, a high-end anaesthetic so their brains won’t overload from the pain of having every single atom of their body split apart and drop dead as soon as they reformed inside the control room. He drops his pencil as his hands phase and glitch like a faulty video game. Looks like he won't solve this equation after all, he thinks.

If only he could have had a little more time.

He sits down on a perfect imitation of his black rolling chair in his workshop, right down to the scuff marks on its wheels, and glances around. Cream is practically sinking into her large armchair, the same chair she avoided back home. Silver is floating listlessly above his beanbag, while Amy picks at the hem of her dress on a cute white kitchen chair. Vector is apathetically rolling back and forth on a cheap office chair while Espio stares blankly down at his tatami mat - they hadn’t been the same since the third member of their little trio had been chosen.

Shadow is leaning against the far wall, away from everybody. He won’t go near his seat (a plain metal folding chair, of all things) until the fight has begun.

Tails’ eyes skip over the ornate throne, the chunk of stone steps with creeping vines, the…the hammock chair in his workshop that he’d always fall asleep on even with the noisy machines.

Omochao materializes next to him. “Are you ready?” he asks cheerfully.

He’s not.

“Yes,” he nods. “Let’s do this.”

#ficposting #mine #idk how else to tag this lol #also im sorry for making omochao that guy in my defense i just thought it'd be funny

1 note · View note

touyasdoll · 4 years ago

Text

MHA men with a thicc & curvy s/o headcanons - Part One

Request from @aidendontdoit: Hi there! Hope you're well! May I possibly request some NSFW and SFW Headcanons of Hawks with his thicc and curvy s/o, please? Thank you for your time! Stay awesome!

Characters: Eijiro Kirishima, Bakugou Katsuki, Hawks/Keigo Takami, Shoto Todoroki

Warnings: NSFW under the cut, minors DNI.

Word count: 4.8k

A/n: I've been thirsting HARD over all of these lovely men, so I went ahead and did headcanons for each of them. There's also a part two coming! Bc I thought this one was getting a bit long. Also, since thicc & curvy can describe a few different body types, I just decided to try and cover all the bases, while keeping it sort of vague? If that make sense. I hope it’s all right 😅 Enjoy! 🖤

Eijiro Kirishima

SFW

He is the king of making you feel beautiful, even on those days when it’s hard to love yourself

Loves you for so much more than just your body, but he makes it known exactly how much he does appreciate your form

Will hype up any outfit you throw on

Actually wants to go shopping with you

When you told him how hard it can be to shop for women’s clothing in general, but especially with your body type, he got frustrated FOR you

Like how the hell is that fair?? They don’t realize some women have hella ass and titties?? But at the same time society seems to idolize it?? Nah, he thinks that is absolutely ridiculous.

Will wait patiently outside the dressing room, holding your purse/shopping bags and tell you how beautiful you look in every outfit you come out and show him

Legitimately turns the experience into a cute little fashion show for the two of you, so you don’t feel overwhelmed or discouraged by the experience

If anyone ever dares to make you feel insecure about your body, he will make sure they know EXACTLY who they’re gonna be dealing with

He won’t hurt anyone, but he’s gonna defend the hell outta you and put that punk in their place bc anything less would be very unmanly

And then he’s gonna spend the rest of the day telling you every single thing that he loves about you and your body in an adorable and heart-warming amount of detail

“I think I like this one?”

You stepped out of the dressing room stall to show your boyfriend the dress you had tried on. There wasn’t much to it, in terms of design or fabric. Just a short, red dress that barely covered what it needed to.

Kirishima’s jaw seemed to come loose as it hung open for a brief moment, his eyes obviously drinking in your appearance.

“I love that one,” his voice was low and breathy as he shifted in his seat on the bench in the small hallway. “Babe, if you love me, please lemme buy you that dress. I wanna take you out tonight in it.”

You bit your lip and blushed, slightly embarrassed at how giddy and flustered you still got even after all this time with him.

“I mean it, baby. You look so beautiful in that outfit. It would be a shame if you didn’t get it, because it looks like it was literally made for you.”

NSFW

All he ever wants is for you to sit on his face

Like those men on tiktok who have no qualms about dying by way of face-riding? That’s your boy.

He’s a thigh man, through and through.

Even if you’re hesitant, because you’re afraid you’re gonna hurt him, he will insist over and over again

And when you finally take a seat, he eats your pussy like he’s being served his last meal

You can try to get away, but his hands are gripping your thick thighs like there’s no tomorrow

His favorite thing to do is to take his thumbs and rub little circles on the most sensitive parts of your inner thigh while you’re riding his face

The noises that you make and the way that you seem to absolutely lose control of your body never fails to make him rock hard no pun intended

Be careful bc this man will get carried away and overstimulate you with no regard for the way your legs are shaking on either side of his face until you are literally crying tears of pure bliss

“Fuck, I am so glad we got you this damn dress.”

Kirishima’s lips crashed into yours, his hands eagerly gripping your hips as his thumbs massaged small circles against your hipbones, eliciting a quiet moan from you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He stooped down slightly, grabbing the backs of your thighs as he effortlessly picked you up and carried you over to the bed.

“I’ll be glad when you take it off,” you tilted your head back as he began to feather kisses along your neck and jawline, squirming in excitement beneath him as you ran your hands down his well-chiseled chest.

“Mmwe’ll get to that, but I wanna keep you in it for this,” his breath fanned over your neck as he whispered in your ear and then suddenly, you traded positions.

He rolled over onto his back, keeping your legs locked around his waist, so that you were now straddling him as his hands gave your thighs a firm squeeze, sending delicious shockwaves right to your center.

“For what, exactly?” You moaned as his thumbs began to massage the most sensitive part of your innermost thigh, threatening to brush against where you so desperately wanted him to touch you.

He smirked, watching your shocked expression as he deliberately tore through the thin pair of panties you were wearing, tossing them aside.

“For this, baby girl.” With practiced ease, he slipped his hands beneath your ass, scooping you up briefly to pull you towards him, so that you were straddling his face.

“Eiji, wh—mm’ah!”

He wasted absolutely no time, expertly swirling his tongue over your bundle of nerves, causing you to buck your hips at the sudden, overwhelming sensation.

His large hands connected with the topside of your thighs once more, after hooking his arms beneath them to firmly hold you in place where you sat.

"Mmmwhere do you think you're going, sweetheart?" He stopped for a moment to gently kiss and bite at the inside of your thighs. "You don't want me to starve do you?"

Katsuki Bakugou

SFW

Loves to show you off whenever you're out together

He knows that you look damn good in whatever you put on and he thinks the whole damn world should see just how fucking fine his girl is

As aggressive as he can be, he’s soft as hell for you & everyone knows it though they don't dare mention it

He’s slightly possessive, but not in a controlling way

Wants everyone to know that you are completely his and he is just as much all yours

Good luck ever wandering off from him while you’re out and about, because his arm is around you just about the entire time

If it isn’t, his eyes are glued to your body

He’s constantly keeping watch over you, for a couple different reasons

One being that he’s always a little nervous about something happening to you, seeing as he’s a high profile hero and he’s so showy about your relationship

The other being that he really, really just likes to admire your curves

If anyone was dumb enough to say something to make you feel insecure about your body, this man would not hesitate to throw hands in order to defend your honor

The same goes for anyone making a pass at you, especially if it was "some creepy extra who had no business speaking to his girl anyway"

You would have to fully step in and stop this man from catching a charge if his boys weren’t around to hold his ass back

"Katsu, come on, please..!"

You were desperately tugging on your boyfriend's arm, wrapping both arms around his bicep as you whispered in his ear.

"He's not worth it, baby, c'mon. You don't need some shitty article written about you, all because of some creep at the bar."

His chest swelled as he took in a deep breath, exhaling quickly through his nose as he glared daggers toward the man who had cornered you up against a table just moments ago.

You were a pro hero, so you could handle yourself, but before you had even got the chance to put the creep in his place, he was yanked back by Bakugou, who was not about to hesitate to use his quirk.

Thankfully, you were able to insert yourself between them before it came to blows or explosions and, so you now found yourself here.

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, or next time you might not leave with them still attached!"

The veins in Katsuki's neck looked at though they were about to burst when he finally stopped trying to advance toward the man. Another deep exhale and his arm was firmly around your waist, pulling you tight to his side as he escorted you toward the door.

"Are you all right, baby? Did he touch you?"

The cool night air was a soothing change from the tense atmosphere of the crowded bar. You reveled in the sudden change in tension as the pair of you stopped outside the establishment.

Concern was evident in his face as he tucked a finger beneath your chin and carefully lifted your gaze to his own, searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

"I swear, if he did, I will go back in there and rearrange his face so well his mother won't even recognize him."

You shook your head, smiling up at him as you placed a hand on his cheek.

"Baby, I'm okay. He didn't lay a hand on me and if he had, I would have snapped his wrist before you could've done it yourself," you let your fingers drift along his neck until your hand came to rest on his chest. "I appreciate the little rescue mission though. You're kinda cute when you're protecting me, you know."

You smiled playfully and he couldn't help but to mirror your expression right back before scoffing and shaking his head.

"Shut up," he leaned down, pressing both hands to the small of your back as he pulled you flush against him before connecting his lips to yours.

NSFW

Radiates hard dom energy like no other

Exerts most of said energy on your ass, his favorite part of your body

A big believer in delayed satisfaction for himself, so he'll put a generous amount of time and effort into making you cum at least twice before he finally fucks you

But when he does, you had better hold onto something, bc gentle isn't his strong suit and he's feeling pent up at this point

Doggy style is his favorite position, without question, bc he loves to spank you and grip your cheeks while he’s fucking your brains out

Reverse cowgirl is a close second, bc the way that your ass bounces while you’re riding him just does something to him

He tries to let you just fuck yourself on his dick, but he gets too worked up seeing the way your ass jiggles each time you slide him in and out of your pussy

Almost always ends up flipping you over and shoving your face into the mattress, so he can take your from behind and hit your pussy deep enough to have you babbling incoherently about how good it feels, completely dumbed down by how good the dick is

“Damn, baby, you look so fucking good bouncing on my cock like that,” Bakugo’s right hand connected with your ass cheek while his left lazily held on to your hip. “You tryin’ make me bust inside you? Need this fat cock to pump you full of my cum?”

“Yes, daddy, please! Please, please, please fill me up!”

You nodded desperately, quickening your pace as you leaned forward slightly. The new position allowed for you thrust yourself backward with more leverage, encouraging his throbbing cock to hit impossibly deeper than it already had been.

“Holy shit, woman. What the hell are you doing to me?”

The words left his chest in a deep growl as he gripped both of your hips firmly and before you knew it, you were beneath him. Your cheek was flush against the soft mattress and you threw your hands above your head to desperately grasp at the sheets as Bakugou set a merciless pace.

“Fu-fuck! Ah! S-so fucking good, daddy..!”

You snapped your eyes shut, letting out what could only be described as a desperate wail as you came completely undone beneath him.

“Yeah, you fucking like that, baby? Goddamn, your pussy feels so good when it clenches around me like this,” Another firm hand comes down on your ass as the waves of your orgasm continue flooding through you. “Gonna give you what you fucking deserve for being such a good slut for daddy.”

Hawks/Keigo Takami

SFW

Will literally never stop flirting with you

You are and have been in a serious, committed relationship together for years now??

Doesn’t matter, he’s still gonna flirt like he’s desperately trying to take you home with him tonight

Cuddling is extremely important to him

He cannot function if he goes to long without holding you against him

Absolutely loves the way you feel in his arms, soft and warm and inviting

He could actually stay in bed with you all day, just tracing his fingers over your body, like he’s trying to memorize every dip and curve you have

He’s extremely proud of your relationship, but he’s also very private

As much as he would love to shout from the rooftops that he’s all yours, he keeps your relationship pretty low key as far as the public is concerned, strictly for your protection

He doesn’t hide you, nor would he ever, but he doesn’t make a show of anything or indulge any of the hero gossip sources when they pester him about his relationship to you

He’s also a bit bold by nature though, so he will send a feather your way to caress your hands, neck, arms, etc. while you’re out together just to see you blush at the gesture

Never so much as even looks at another woman, bc he truly only has eyes for you

He constantly tells you how much he adores you and how gorgeous he thinks you are, bc he knows how it feels to feel insecure and he never wants that for you

Glancing at the clock, you saw that it was getting close to your usual dinner time, so you figured it was about time to start cooking.

You pulled out the pans and utensils you would need to utilize and then reached up into the spice cabinet when you felt a pair of gloved hands encircle your waist.

“May I help you?”

A smile danced on your lips as you continued rummaging through the cabinet, pulling down what you would need as a pair of warm lips trailed kisses across your shoulders.

“Mmmaybe you can. I happen to be on a mission. Think you can help a hero out?"

"That depends, what is it that you need from me, hero?"

Closing the cabinet, you spun in his arms, resting your hands on the countertop behind you as you leaned against it. Your smile reflected his own as he closed the distance between you two, his lips just inches from yours as he spoke quietly.

"Well, I'm trying to get a kiss from the most beautiful woman in the world and it looks like you're the only one who's going to be able to help me with that."

You blushed, biting your lip as you glanced down, feeling your face burn as it always did when Keigo got into this sort of mood, which was often.

"It's adorable that you still get so shy around me," Keigo pulled back just enough to kiss the top of your head before pulling you flush against his chest. "But you know I mean what I say, right? You really are breathtaking, baby."

His eyes searched yours as you looked up, trying to find reassurance there that you believed his words.

"I know, Keigo. I know," you cupped his face in your hands, leaning forward to press your lips against his.

NSFW

The most handsy man you've ever known, in the best way possible

Body worship is his thingggg

He can, has, and will spend who knows how long kissing absolutely every inch of your body

All the while whispering either adorable or downright filthy things against your skin

Reassures you of how sexy he thinks you are when you get shy or try to hide your stretch marks/other insecurities and trails plenty of extra kisses all over them

Sex is about your pleasure first and foremost, getting you off gets him off

His favorite position is having you pinned up against the wall, your legs slung over his forearms so you’re completely pinned and at his mercy

Of which, he has none when he’s able to fuck you from that angle

Did not even give you a moment to protest the first time he picked you up

He knew you were gonna say that you thought you were too heavy to just be picked up like a ragdoll as much as you desperately wanted it

Went and did it anyway and shut you right the hell up with how effortlessly he did it, grabbing you from beneath your ass and sliding you right down onto his throbbing cock

As instinctively as your legs folded around his waist, his wings caged the two of you in up against the wall of the bedroom and for a few blissful minutes, the world felt like it was really just the two of you

Also uses his feathers for more intimate purposes

Whether you’re at home, busy & hunched over your desk, looking stressed as ever or out in public running some domestic errands with him and looking particularly good as you bend over to grab something from a lower shelf in the grocery aisle, he won’t hesitate to stealthily send a single, soft feather up the inside of your thigh

Will shrug and smile innocently as he watches the color flood into your face, sensing exactly how hot and bothered you’re quickly becoming at the sensation of his feather gently stroking against your panty-clad slit

You let out an exasperated sigh as you stared at the paperwork that was looming over you at your desk.

It had been a busy week and you had more reports to file than you knew what to do with. This would easily take you the rest of the night to get through.

Not wanting to waste any time, you stripped out of your hero costume and threw on one of Keigo's old t-shirts. You took a seat at the desk in your home office, grateful that you at least wouldn't have to be cooped up at the agency all night.

After a few hours of uninterrupted diligence, you felt a slight tickle around your calf.

"What the--," you glanced down beneath your desk, but saw nothing, so you shook your head and figured maybe you'd imagined it.

Upon returning to your work, you felt an unmistakable sensation on your innermost thigh and involuntarily moaned as your legs tensed in anticipation.

"That eager tonight, huh? You must be feeling pretty pent up, baby."

The seductive tone that rang in your ears belonged to your boyfriend, who was now leaning in the doorway, clad only in a tight tank top and loose sweats, arms crossed with a devilish grin on his face.

"You wanna move this to the bedroom or should I take you right here on your desk?"

The feather stopped for a brief moment, as if to let you collect your thoughts. You opened your mouth to reply, to explain how much work you had to do, but you were silenced by the feeling of the feather now dancing right up against your entrance, the only thing separating it from the pool gathering between your legs was the thin layer of protection your panties provided.

Another moan left your lips, unbidden, as you leaned back in your desk chair, spreading your legs instinctively. Keigo took that as his answer, smirking as he strode into the room, making a beeline for you.

He leaned down, capturing your lips with his as he placed one hand on your neck and the other behind your back, pulling you up carefully to stand.

You weren't on your feet long. He spun you around, never breaking the connection of your mouths as one arm swept the papers off of your desk, sending them into a flurry all around you as his other arm snaked around your waist, effortlessly lifting you onto the desk.

"Keigo--," you broke away to admonish him, but his teeth captured your bottom lip and a soft hush fell from his lips as you moaned against them.

"I know, baby, but you deserve this right now, trust me. I'll clean up later, I promise."

Your legs parted for him to step between, which he did as he pressed his hands to your hips reaching behind you to grip your ass as he rutted his hips against yours.

"You know," he began trailing kisses along your jaw as he spoke, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of grabbing your ass."

His lips wandered down your neck as his hands squeezed your hips.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of touching you anywhere. Your body is so perfect, baby," his mouth had now made it's way to the valley between your breasts. "Your tits, your hips, your beautiful face.."

He crouched down as his lips moved lower until he was now seated in your chair, leaning over you as your felt his mouth lick and suck at your hipbone, ripping yet another moan from your lungs.

"The noises you make for me," he slowed his movements deliberately as he hooked two fingers inside your panties, tugging them down at an agonizing pace as his lips followed his movements. "The way you taste.."

Shoto Todoroki

SFW

This poor man has been touch-starved for so long, so expect lots of hand-holding, hugs, kisses, cuddling, etc.

He was a little shy about it when you first got together, but now that he’s comfortable? Forget about personal space.

PDA was also an entirely new concept to him that he came to understand and embrace very quickly

He just loves you and your body so much that he can’t help himself and he doesn’t see why he should have to

If you’re curled up on the couch, he’ll sit down next to you and pull you straight into his lap, so he can hold you against his chest and run his fingers along your waist

If you’re out and about, his hand is glued to yours, with one exception

And that’s when the crowd size of wherever you’re at gets to be a bit too much to allow you to comfortably walk side by side

He’ll step sort of behind you/sort of to the side of you and rest his hand on your lower back with his fingers resting on your hip

He’s a pretty straightforward individual, so don’t expect much in the way of creativity when he compliments you

Instead of flowery language, it’s all very to the point and also so genuine

Sometimes you’ll catch him just looking at you and he’ll take another moment to really admire your curves before he makes eye contact with you

And proceed to tell you that you are the most beautiful woman that he’s ever seen

"So, what's it gonna be? You feeling action tonight? Horror maybe? I'm not particularly in the mood for a comedy, personally."

You stood at the microwave, watching the last few seconds of the timer count down as you waited to retrieve your popcorn.

"Sho?"

Throwing a glance over you shoulder, you smiled over at your boyfriend, who was seated on the couch, obviously not searching for a movie for you two to watch together like he was supposed to be.

Instead, you found his eyes wandering over your frame, before fixating on your face, a gentle smile perched upon his lips.

"I'm sorry, I was distracted," he paused as he stood up, striding toward where you stood in the kitchen. "You're so beautiful. The most beautiful woman that I have ever seen."

You whipped your head around, turning your attention back to the popcorn as you giggled shyly.

"Thank you, babe," you finished pouring the bag out into a large bowl before you turned back around. "You're not so bad yourself, you know."

You threw a wink in his direction as you carried the bowl toward him, which he took from you and took a few steps back to set on the coffee table before grabbing your wrist and carefully pulling you towards him fast enough that you lost your balance.

He caught your waist with practiced ease, pulling you into his lap as he sat, so that your legs draped across the couch.

Your arms circled around his neck as he laid your head back on the other end of the couch, leaning over you as he planted a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I'm so lucky to have you in my life. Thank you for everything you do for me, baby."

You reached up to rest a gentle hand on his face, looking directly up into his eyes, which held nothing but genuine admiration.

"Anything for you, Sho."

NSFW

Absolutely adores playing with your tits

Like maybe it stems from the obvious mommy issues, maybe not

But he cannot get enough of your breasts

He has to physically refrain from coming up from behind you and taking them into his hands when you’re in public sometimes

Especially when you wear that top that he loves so much bc it just flatters your chest so well

But when y’all are home alone? Or anywhere alone for that matter, really

That’s where he’s attacking first

His large hands are on them in moments, groping at then greedily while his mouth connects with yours

Groans into your mouth while he desperately pulls your top up, sliding your bra straps down to free your heaving breasts and continue his assault on them

He’ll give plenty of attention to everywhere else on your body, but when he makes you cum all over his cock, he’s gonna make sure your breasts are directly in his face

His favorite way to fuck you is seated just off the edge of the couch, so he can fuck upwards into you and watch how your tits shamelessly bounce with each thrust

And when you come undone, he can quickly pull you into his lap as he sits up, letting you take over as you ride out your release

"Hey, babe, I brought your favorite for lunch," you smiled as you stepped into Shoto's office, gesturing to the containers of cold soba in your hands.

"Thank you, baby," he smiled as he stepped aside to let you in, giving you a peck on the lips before shutting and locking the door behind you.

"Did you lock the door? Is that necessary?" you giggled as your set your things down, placing the lunch containers on his desk.

"Well, that depends on how you're feeling," he crossed the room, reaching out and grabbing your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

"Meaning?" your hands rested on his chest as you smiled up at him, feigning innocence.

"Meaning if you're feeling the same way I am, maybe we ought to keep it locked, unless you want to risk someone barging in," his hands slowly trailed up your sides, the back of his hands brushing against the underside of your breasts, which he couldn't help but to stare at at this point.

"Barge in on what?" you bit the inside of your lip, continue your innocence charade.

He cocked his head to the side, his hands dropping to rest respectfully on your waist as he took a step back to put a little more distance between you, looking a little flustered now.

"I mean, I thought maybe we could fool around if y--", you cut him off mid-sentence by leaning up and placing a kiss to his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Oh, baby. I know what you meant, I'm sorry," you giggled, pushing your fingers into his hair. "I'm happy to keep the door locked if you're sure you've got the time."

"I've got all the time in the world for you," his hands flew to your chest, not hesitating to pull the straps of your tank top down, along with those of your bra, to free your breasts. "I've been thinking about you all day, baby."

He kneeled down and took your nipple into his mouth, massaging your breasts as he carefully tugged at the bud with his teeth.

Your threw your head back and let out a moan, reveling in the sensation as you continued running your fingers through his hair, pressing your breasts together, so that his face was essentially smothered by them.

He let out a lustful grunt in response as he helped you bring them together with his large hands, letting his tongue run over both of your nipples, taking turns sucking at biting at each one as he walked you backward toward his desk.

3K notes · View notes

sp00kymulderr · 1 year ago

Text

omgggg i'm sorry it took me forever to get to this but damn if it wasn't worth the wait. oof what a chapter. I have things I want to scream about, to no one surprise.

Ugh okay sorry if this is long and rambly and nonsensical!

one I am so so loving the interactions with Frankie and his friends as you write them, what a supportive group even if Benny is a little himbo fucker. It's so sweet that Frankie calls them together to plan out a date! They really are brothers, and they really love each other and I wanna cry every time I read them being accepting of him because he needs that so bad, he is so lucky to have them! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Frankie getting ready for the date and being all cute and nervous again. I'll never get tired of it. He's so smitten already it's adorable, the way he worries about his hair and just wants things to be perfect. He's an angel actually. 🥺

RIVER well you know how I feel about River 💗. God.

they had a collarless shirt buttoned up all the way, tucked into plaid pants, and nice dress shoes. All black, of course. They wore no lipstick today, their makeup was simple, and their hair was perfectly straight. It looked like they’d freshly shaved the right side of their head as well.

I know they looked so hot. I want them, tbh. I also love all the little details about them you're giving us, like:

River talked with their hands a lot whenever they got excited about something

You put in all these little moments of detail that paint such a picture of the kind of person they are, how they appear and how they act. I feel like I'm really getting to know River.

Their date was sooo sweet in the diner, they seem so comfy together and the calm energy between them? Beautiful. Frankie being the quieter one, the listener, while River is a little more confident and easily carries the conversation is a dynamic I definitely feel suits them. I feel like Frankie needs someone like River with this like more confident, relaxed energy to keep his anxious little mind at bay. They’re perfect for each other. River is so calm about the revelation of Frankie being a dad and I think it’s fitting, just in how it seems like they can adapt to situations easily – maybe just me but that’s like such an queer thing like we have learnt to be cool and adaptable to all sorts of situations cause we’re so used to people not being able to adapt to our situation. (I think that makes no sense idk I'm hopped on up cold meds.)

“That’s because you’re old–” “I’m only a few years older than you,” Frankie deadpanned. “Details.”

Their banter makes me giggle and kick my feet every time. Cutie pies. 🤭 They are so in to each other it's disgusting(ly beautiful). 🥲

Had a small squeal at the passing mention that River has had top surgery ngl. Very special to me personally. Just, nice to read a character with those details. Thank you.

The smut is delicious and GOD they are so hot for each other I'm MELTING over here. Need a cold shower rn. 🔥

But the main things I am taking from this chapter? And I'll be honest reading this kinda made me cry. I think you understand why.

“The complicated answer, especially for someone so new to this, is that gender is a societal thing. How you’re perceived, presented to the world is just through the eyes of society. How you see yourself is what actually matters, though. And when all that societal bullshit doesn’t affect your life, the roles you’re ‘supposed’ to play don’t matter anymore.” “I’m River. River is me. I don’t care how people see me. I did all of this,” they gestured to their body. “For me. Not for anyone else. Because if I didn’t, I would be unhappy. And my own mental health and happiness matters more than some so-called church-going do-gooder’s opinion.” Frankie looked at River in awe. Their confidence and respect for themself was one of the most attractive things he’d ever seen.

I just...I aspire to have this level of confidence and care for myself and be so authentic to who I am. You've genuinely written a character who is actively inspiring me. I can't tell you how important that is, and how much it means to me.

And THEN you hit us with this:

“Exactly. Another way you could see it is you being attracted to people that are like you,” ... “And people who aren’t.”

And I am a mess, because yes. I have been told I can't be non-binary and identify as bisexual. I have been told bisexual people are not attracted to me, because I don't fit some gendered construct.

Sorry, too much detail about me and not enough about your FANTASTIC writing and wonderful story and brilliant oc and loving characterisation of Frankie and generally just how incredible you are.

I hope you know how incredible you are, erin.

Thank you for writing this.

into the beat of the night (ch 3) "self control"

moodboard by the lovely @hellishjoel, gif by me

pairing: frankie morales/enby!oc!river price (they/them) rating: 18+ (minors dni) chapter warnings: fingering, one (1) handjob, discussions of sexuality/gender (in an... interesting way), goth stereotypes abound, swearing, more cute shit word count: 3k dividers by @saradika beta: @scenaaario (ily adrienne ♥)

for notifications, follow @oakslibrary and turn on alerts ♥

series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

series masterlist

“What’s their name again?”

“River. I already told you, Benjamin,” Frankie chuckled, taking a drink from his beer.

“Right, sorry. I’ve just never met a non… what was it again?”

Frankie, Benny, Will, and Santiago were at their usual bar that night. It was in a different part of town than The Night Owl, with a completely different vibe, but it was cozy. The four of them had become regulars and knew the staff by name.

“Non-binary person,” Will said, shoving Benny on the shoulder. “Are you listening at all?”

Benny shot his brother a look and stuck his tongue out, because apparently Benny was still five. “Of course I’m listening! Non-bi-nar-y,” he sounded it out, tapping his finger on the table with each syllable. “What does, uh… What does that like, mean, Fish?”

Frankie furrowed his brows and took another drink. “I haven’t actually asked yet. All they told me is that they’re like… both, and neither, at the same time.” He hummed thoughtfully. “I was a little distracted after that and didn’t get to ask.”

Santiago grinned, slapping Frankie on the shoulder. “Good for you, Fish.”

Frankie rolled his eyes, but smiled, thinking about the kiss he shared with River the other night. They kept texting, and he’d even asked River out on a real date, which brought the guys to the bar. It had been a year or so since his last date and he needed advice on where to take someone like River. He wasn’t as familiar with the goth subculture and thought maybe his brothers would have experience. At the very least Ben, who’d been with a few different kinds of people.

“I did look it up that night after I got home, but I’m still a little confused,” Frankie shrugged.

“Just ask them, man,” Will offered. “They seemed cool with your first question.”

Frankie nodded, a look of determination crossing his features. “You’re right. It couldn’t hurt, right?”

Frankie was sweating. Marisol was with her mom this week, so he hadn’t had to worry about having that conversation yet. He was planning on telling River about her tonight. He checked his hair in the mirror again before he left, deciding to go without his hat tonight, but worried all his nerves would deflate the work he put into it. He sighed as he messed around with the unruly curls again. This is why he stuck to hats. Frankie’s phone vibrated on the bathroom counter, startling him.

ok im ready, eddie 😉

River still thought it was hilarious that Frankie had worn an Iron Maiden t-shirt to a goth club, claiming that it fit his “old man aesthetic”, whatever that meant. This led to River referring to Frankie as “Eddie”, after the band’s skeleton mascot.

Yeah yeah i’m coming

Frankie saw the typing dots appear and disappear a couple times before disappearing completely. He sighed to himself and checked his hair one last time before leaving his apartment.

When he got to the neighborhood of the address River had given him, he checked his phone again, making sure he was in the right place. He slowly crept up the hill towards the last line of apartments and immediately his heart started pounding. Frankie really liked River. He didn’t want to fuck this up, and hoped him being a dad wouldn’t ruin that. Or his big dumb mouth.

River was standing at the bottom of the staircase of the apartment complex and waved, a huge grin on their face. Frankie stopped the truck and leaned over to open the passenger side door for them to climb inside. The scent of bergamot, clove, and sandalwood filled his nostrils again as the truck door shut. Frankie calmed down, and smiled, leaning over to give River a kiss on the cheek. “You look amazing,” he breathed, taking in River’s outfit; they had a collarless shirt buttoned up all the way, tucked into plaid pants, and nice dress shoes. All black, of course. They wore no lipstick today, their makeup was simple, and their hair was perfectly straight. It looked like they’d freshly shaved the right side of their head as well. River’s look was so new for Frankie, he couldn’t help being captivated by them every time he saw them.

“Thank you,” River smiled, heart skipping a beat. “Where are we off to?” They rested their ring-clad hand over Frankie’s larger one in between the two of them on the seat. “When you said it was a surprise, I admit I got a little nervous.”

Frankie placed his hand on the back of the truck seat and looked behind them as he backed up to leave the apartment complex. River’s eyes were glued to Frankie’s neck and subtly licked their lips at the sight of the thick muscles and veins. Their eyes moved up to Frankie’s side profile and they swooned.

“How come? Don’t trust me?” Frankie smirked, making eye contact before his eyes moved to the road, and started heading toward their destination.

River shrugged, even though they knew he couldn’t see them. “Maybe. Maybe not,” they smirked. The red light of the clock on the console caught River’s eye; 7:30pm.

“Well, that’s a shame. I had a nice dinner planned and everything,” Frankie showed them an exaggerated pout, a twinkle in his eye.

“Oh, well, in that case.”

The restaurant Frankie picked might’ve been a little more… casual, then he remembered. The last time he was here was with Jackson. He shook off the memory. He was here with River now. The place was actually more like a diner, with vintage photos of women in pinup-style outfits and poses.

Frankie reached for River’s hand and laced their fingers together as he found them a table, letting River sit first.

“Such a gentleman,” River teased, squeezing his hand before getting comfy in the booth.

“I try,” Frankie smiled bashfully as he joined them on the opposite side. The light shining down onto the table lit River beautifully. He noticed that River’s button-up was actually a dark green, with subtle velvet roses all over.

They ordered their food and made easy conversation. River talked about their job as an architect. They were working on designing a building that was be built in the next couple of years in the city. Frankie found it fascinating but couldn’t focus on the words, too distracted by their calming voice and watching their mannerisms. River talked with their hands a lot whenever they got excited about something, and Frankie thought it was adorable.

“Sorry, I know I’m rambling now,” River shook their head, cutting themself off. Frankie frowned,mouth full of french fries.

“Please, continue, I don’t mind listening.”

So River did. They talked about anything and everything. Frankie interjected here and there, but was more than content to listen to River talk. When there was a lull in the conversation, Frankie’s palms started to get sweaty. Their plates were empty now, but River still had half of their milkshake left.

It was now or never. Frankie took a deep breath.

“So… I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” he started. River raised an eyebrow and rested their chin on the palm of their hand, listening. Frankie cleared his throat before continuing. “Um, so I know this is a dealbreaker for some people, so I won’t be offended if you want to stop things after tonight. B-But I would like to stay friends if that’s the case.” He rubbed his sweaty hands on his thighs. “I’ve got a daughter.”

River was quiet for a second before a small smile appeared on their face. “I’m actually not surprised. How old is she?”

“You’re not?”

“Of course not. You’re an incredibly handsome man of a certain age–”

“Hey.”

“And any woman would be stupid not to make an honest man outta you,” River winked.

Frankie blinked a couple times before chuckling softly. River continued to surprise him. “Well, her mother isn’t in the picture, at least not with me. Marisol, my daughter, sees her half the time, and stays with me the other half of the time,” he explained, crossing his arms comfortably over the table. “Oh, and she’s four.”

“Aww, can I see a picture of her?”

Frankie’s heart fluttered as pulled his phone out, opening the album of photos devoted just to his little girl. He slid his phone over to River and they started scrolling through the photos with a smile on their face.

“She’s adorable, Frankie,” River hummed, returning his phone back to him. “I can tell you think the world of her. I won’t lie, I’m not really… uh, a kid kind of person. I always just planned on being the cool cousin and not a parent,” they muttered, resting their chin on their palm again.

Frankie nodded in understanding. “I totally get that. I just figured it wouldn’t be fair to you, or to Marisol, to keep her a secret, y’know?”

“Absolutely, and I appreciate you telling me,” River nodded back. “But I like you. A lot. And I’m willing to give this a shot with you. So I don’t think Marisol is a dealbreaker.”

Frankie’s heart soared at River’s words. “I really like you, too,” he grinned like an idiot, cheeks warm. “C’mon, we still have another part to this date.” He stood up and held his hand out for River to take.

After paying, the two found themselves back in Frankie’s truck heading down the highway. It was starting to get darker and the roads were clearing. They pulled up to a drive-in, but there weren’t any other cars.

“What is this, Grease?” River teased. “A diner and then a drive-in movie?”

Frankie snorted and reached out his window to pay for their tickets before finding somewhere to park. “I happen to like drive-in movies and diners, thank you very much.”

“That’s because you’re old–”

“I’m only a few years older than you,” Frankie deadpanned.

“Details.”

About a third of the way into the original Halloween, Frankie put his arm around River’s shoulders and pulled them close. River happily cuddled into Frankie’s side, loving the warmth and softness they found there.

Halfway through, River’s eyes started wandering elsewhere. They looked down at the crotch of Frankie’s jeans, and wondered what lay beyond the tight denim. They looked up at Frankie’s face and kissed the little patch in his beard that refused to grow hair. Frankie looked down at them, deep brown eyes looking over River’s features. He went from their dark-rimmed eyes, to their collarbone, and back to their plush lips, his heart pounding. He didn’t need any further convincing and started kissing River deeply, holding the side of their face.

River hummed into Frankie’s mouth and slowly crawled into Frankie’s lap. They grinned as Frankie huffed a breath against their lips, holding River’s hips in his large hands. River kissed the corner of Frankie’s mouth before moving down to the side of his neck and sucked a mark where his neck met his shoulder. Frankie shuddered, moving a hand down and squeezing River’s ass. They lifted their head and looked at the far-away expression on his face.

“Are you one of those guys that doesn’t like to fool around on the first date?”

Frankie blinked up at River, thinking about it. “I mean, no, but–” “Good,” River growled, latching back onto Frankie’s neck and sucking hard.

Frankie moaned openly at that, but pulled them away. “Wait,” he breathed. River tilted their head to the side and didn’t say anything, letting Frankie continue. “Um, I had another question.”

“Okay.”

“Well, uh. I don’t mean to kill the mood, because God, I really wanna get back to that, b-but I was curious,” Frankie swallowed, not making eye contact again. “I looked up what non-binary was after you told me and I was a little confused, and basically I just– Um, I wanna know like, how… this would… work,” he trailed off, gesturing between the two of them and at the bulge in his jeans.

“You’re asking what I have so you know how to proceed.” It was a statement, not a question, said softly in understanding. River played with the curls at the back of Frankie’s neck.

Frankie nodded. “If that’s an invasive question, I’m really sorry, and–”

“Shh,” River chuckled, pecking Frankie on the cheek. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m not offended. You’re actually being really sweet about all of this. I know this is new for you.”

Frankie smiled shyly and shrugged, but let them continue.

“I was raised as a girl. ‘Assigned female at birth’, is typically what we call it,” River looked down, playing with the collar of Frankie’s shirt. “You were assigned male at birth. The doctors looked at your parts and decided that’s what you were, and you never felt like it was incorrect, right?”

Frankie nodded, listening carefully.

“Right. Well, it felt wrong to me. I didn’t really know what the feeling was growing up. It’s actually kind of a recent development for me.”

Frankie chewed on his bottom lip, one question still buzzing around his head. “How do you… How did you know? And did you… have any… surgeries? To um–” he didn’t know how to word any of this.

River laughed softly. “Yeah, I had top surgery. I no longer have breasts, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Everything below the belt is still intact,” they grinned, moving their crotch closer to Frankie’s. “The complicated answer, especially for someone so new to this, is that gender is a societal thing. How you’re perceived, presented to the world is just through the eyes of society. How you see yourself is what actually matters, though. And when all that societal bullshit doesn’t affect your life, the roles you’re ‘supposed’ to play don’t matter anymore.”

“I’m River. River is me. I don’t care how people see me. I did all of this,” they gestured to their body. “For me. Not for anyone else. Because if I didn’t, I would be unhappy. And my own mental health and happiness matters more than some so-called church-going do-gooder’s opinion.”

Frankie looked at River in awe. Their confidence and respect for themself was one of the most attractive things he’d ever seen. “You’re amazing,” Frankie breathed, surging forward to kiss them deeply. He gripped River’s ass again and pulled them closer, grinding his hardening cock against them.

River moaned softly, grinding back, and tangling their fingers into his hair. Suddenly, Frankie pulled back, catching his breath.

“Wait, does that, like…” He thought for a second. “While I was doing my research, I came across a couple other terms I didn’t know.”

River chuckled and kissed down Frankie’s neck softly. “Go on.”

Frankie’s breath hitched, speaking shakily. “Um, I’ve always considered myself b-bisexual– oh– a-and if non-binary people are technically a th-third gender, then does that change?”

“No,” River hummed, licking underneath Frankie’s ear, before taking the lobe into their mouth and nibbling.

“It doesn’t?”

River shook their head. “Bisexual is more like an umbrella term. People interpret it differently,” they reached a hand down between them, trailing their fingers to Frankie’s belt buckle and undoing it. “For example, you’ve always assumed it just meant you were attracted to men and women, right?”

Frankie moaned softly as the pressure was relieved from his hard cock, and nodded.

“Exactly. Another way you could see it is you being attracted to people that are like you,” they gripped Frankie’s cock tightly, making him gasp sharply. “And people who aren’t.” They grabbed his hand and placed it onto their crotch, grinding against him.

He was so hard he was throbbing, and so turned on his head spun. He started undoing River’s dress pants and slipped his hand down to their panties, finding their pussy impossibly warm and wet.

“Fuck,” Frankie groaned, rubbing at their clit through the fabric of their underwear. River moaned sweetly and bit their bottom lip, moving Frankie’s boxer briefs out of the way so they could grip around his cock.

“You’re so hard,” River grinned, rubbing their thumb over the tip. They started stroking him slowly, watching as the head of Frankie’s cock appeared and disappeared underneath the foreskin.

Frankie was breathing heavily, resting his head on the back of his seat and looking at River through his lashes. He moved the tips of his fingers in small circles for a few moments before he moved his fingers beneath their underwear and touched bare skin. River gasped at the contact and nodded, giving him permission. Frankie slowly sunk his middle finger inside them and started pumping in and out. His thumb rubbed in time against their clit. River started moaning louder, throwing their head back to expose their throat to him.

Frankie saw an opening and latched his mouth onto their neck, marking them in return as his free hand held the back of River’s head. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned, biting at River’s skin.

River shuddered at the praise, rocking their hips against Frankie’s hand. “‘M close,” they whined, panting down at him. They started to lose their rhythm on Frankie’s cock and squeezed him tightly in their fist. Frankie nodded in understanding and started moving his fingers faster, adding a second one as the slick sounds coming from between River’s legs filled the truck.

“C’mon, baby. You gonna come for me?” he breathed against their neck, leaving soft kisses against their skin. The contrast between what his mouth and what his hand were doing was overwhelming and River wouldn’t change it for the world.

River nodded, their brows moving downward in pleasure before stilling above him as they came. Their hips rocked back and forth over Frankie’s hand as they came down, moaning and biting their lip.

The sight of River coming was enough for Frankie and his cock twitched hard as he erupted all over River’s hand. He grunted and hid his face in their neck as his balls emptied messily. He whined softly, twitching in the aftershocks.

River giggled quietly and held him close after licking their hand clean. “Gonna have to blow you next time,” they hummed thoughtfully.

Frankie groaned as his oversensitive cock twitched between them. “Don’t say shit like that while I’m still vulnerable, you menace.”

River bit his cheek, then kissed it softly. “You love it.”

He did. He really did.

a/n: please enjoy this meme that inspired the scene above

#crying a little okay a lot #not me getting disgustingly sappy over itbotn again #i just love this story so much #i love them so much

144 notes · View notes