#i laughed at the idea of him popping his wings out but i didn't actually EXPECT IT thank you spite uwu

[emmavakarian-theirin]

absolutely losing my mind over this? the music? the kneeling? the sincerity? the height difference/angling? the softness? the love?

[death---dealer]

Having snow ball fights with the apes playfully>>

*Laying all this fluff out for you guys in hopes that you forgive me for demolishing, and proceeding to demolish, your emotions with the customary series*

Noa.

Snow was rare for the area, Noa thought and watched as the delicate flakes fell from the gray sky above. Maybe… Once or twice in his entire life had it been cold enough for it to actually stick. It was nice, he was not denying that as a shiver ran down his spine, a few flakes clinging happily to the prickly fur that was standing up . The way it clung to the ground like it was the very breath it needed to survive, first only a dusting and getting piled on by the minute. As much as he wanted to pay attention to each flake to see if the tale was true - that they were all different shapes - his sharp green eyes caught the movement of you as were trotting through the open meadow, usually alight with greens and pastels of the wildflowers, now washen in white and almost blinding. 

But there you were, tightly bundled in a puff. Well, Noa knew it to be a winter jacket after he gave you a quizzical look when you slid it on in preparation of going outside, but the appearance and given the fact that it was a few sizes too big for you, make you look like you were walking around on stick legs, nothing more than one of those bugs that rolled in on itself out of defense on the top. He had always wondered what Echo’s did in the winter, when the cold was at its peak, and he finally got his answers. As funny at a distance as it looked, he found it endearing as you lifted your hand to play against the snowflakes in a bid to get some to melt against your open palm.

Like his thickened fur that set in right around mid-fall, you were also able to shuffle into layers, albeit, the idea of being able to shed it rather than it being a permanent fixture against your body was not favorable to him. How did you sleep with that thing on? He tilted his eyes, realizing that he had lost sight of you. Green gaze stuck around the area you had just been, Anaya and Soona coming into his periphery as they were coming to join the usual afternoon shenanigans before the evening meal. He lifted his head to greet them.

“Echo?” Anaya inquired, watching as your head finally popped up from the snow. You had been laying on your back, Noa realized, that’s how he lost sight of you. Curiously, he nodded at Anaya and the three of them walked towards you. “They’re called snow angels,” You smiled at your artwork as you straggled to your feet, trying to keep enough traction that you didn't sleep upon the sleek nature. “I--- Used to dream about making them as a kid, it never really snowed enough though.” The imprint of your body with what looked like wings imprinted on the ground looked like nothing other than a blob to all three of the Apes, but none of them had it in their hearts to really say anything about it as Noa soaked in your words a bit more than the others, “Snow… Angel?” Nodding, you crouched down and rolled some snow into your hands and began compacting it delicately at first but with gained momentum, it rolled into a semi-hardened ball and you found it hard not to laugh as you held the melting item in the palm of your hand, “This is a snowball.” Pretty on the nose as far as descriptive words went, Noa thought sarcastically and looked at it. He raised an eyebrow at you before you stood up quickly, arching your arm back and throwing the item with intense strength, so much so that Noa found the grunt you made when releasing to barrel through the air quite inviting.

Anaya was hit moments later.

Right on the back of the head, near the base of his neck. He growled at that, lifting a hand up and rubbing there before looking back towards you and Noa and you were fast to duck downwards, buffering yourself with your arms as you dropped to lay flat on your stomach. “Did he see me?” Noa, amused at his friend's reaction to being hit, laughed out a bit and looked down at you, “Yes, he’s coming this way.” Noa squinted, allowing himself the pleasure of Anaya dropping a large armful of snow right onto you. The screech you released followed by bouts of laughter were more than enough to convince Noa that these… Snowballs, you had called them, were a game and more fun than he initially thought.

Caesar.

Caesar did not like the snow. He did not mind the rain, but the snow was beyond his liking and it was a disgusting addition to the Colony that led to the ground being nothing more than a slurry of browns mixing into the whites, turning gray and gross with each step an Ape took against it. It was rather tolerable when he was able to stay in the confines of a fire, enjoying the heat more as his dense fur really seeped into his pores and he was able to be self-sufficient with heat for hours from sitting in front of a fire for only a few minutes. He had done just that earlier in the morning before you adamantly dragged him out of the toasted nature of the enclosure he shared with you. 

There was no way you were enjoying it either, given the fact that you had nothing against the cold other than a few layered sweaters and a larger one on top of the rest of the layers that you were able to cover your hands with and a hat. He made a mental note to himself, watching as you trailed a few feet in front of him, your boots leaving indentations in the pure snow below, that he’d look for a winter jacket for you and maybe some gloves the next time he stumbled upon an abandoned human camp if you weren’t with him. And if you were, he would remind you to look for the items yourself.

So caught up in the chill that rested in his bare feet, Caesar’s gaze had been watching the way your steps looked in the snow below, when he looked up to see if you were still near, you were… Gone. He came to a slow stop at that. You couldn’t have gotten far, otherwise your movements would have been more detectable. Narrowing his gaze, his right ear picked up on a few sounds behind a large tree, frosted over the bark and up to Caesar’s shoulder. There you were, he thought to himself and with a small grumble in his chest to keep himself motivated to move rather than going back to the Colony in hopes that you would simply follow, he gravitated towards the tree, but once he looked behind it completely, you were nowhere to be seen. Obviously, from the stances of your feet in the snow below, you had been but the rapid nature of your steps, you had moved away just as quickly. Caesar drew a deep breath in. He had no time or willpower for games this late morning.

He understood the premise, you wanted to enjoy the cold and didn't want to be trapped inside the Colony the entire day, and snow was always a good time, he recalled at times reading children books when he was younger with Will detailing days spent in the snow. Snowmen, snow angels, snowballs, igloos… His favorite, admittedly, was Curious George in the Snow. He was still able to see the pictures vividly, to read the words to the best of his ability. A very happy monkey in the snow, versus a very grumpy Chimpanzee baring through it for the sake of his mate. How twisted life was sometimes, Caesar laughed at that and stayed near the tree you had been.

He could have sworn he heard your voice saying his name to the left and without hesitation at the beckon, never something that was a threat when it came from you and you only, he turned his head in the direction he thought it was coming from. You were playing hide and seek, Caesar dabbled on that with a brief smile. First, you drag him out into the snow and then you dare play a game with him that he, inherently as an Ape, was really good at and he was going to---

A flurry of white hit his peripheral before an explosion of snow hit his vision, blinding him for just a second before his eyes focused. Mouth ajar, he looked in the direction the projectile came from and he came to face his attacker. You. Another snowball in your hands and you had just nailed him with another. The smile on your face was beyond smug, something Caesar wanted to drag you home with in hopes that maybe he’d be able to wipe it straight off with a good session in the nest, the justification being that he was staving off your hypothermia. 

He considered the same retaliation, but you would see that coming. Seeing him bend down, forming a ball and by the time the Ape King stood, you were more than likely running off afraid of being pelted. Instead, you laughed at him, the smile so familiar and drawing Caesar in closer, close… He dropped. On all fours and galloped right at you, your reaction being too slow and without reserve, Caesar had you tackled down into the snow, careful enough in his movements that he wasn’t going to hurt you, but you did groan upon impact, your entire body suddenly being wrapped in warm as he laid himself flat on top of you. “Let me go.” You straggled, unable to hide the amusement in your face as you chuckled, weezing out a few cackles. “Caesar!” “No.” You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath as you threw your head back, his hands coming to grasp at your hips to keep you pinned down. “I can’t breathe!” “Yes you can.” He made sure of his words by not pressing his full body weight. “Apologize.” “Never.” “Apologize.” “You deserved it, I’m sorry I hit your face, I-I swear I was aiming for your chest.” Your laughter soon became nervous as Caesar’s hands left your body, and he was reaching above your head to cup some snow. “No, you wouldn’t.”

He wasn’t stopping, your laughter boisterous as you began struggling against him. Not out of primal, animalistic fear, out of fear of the snow hitting your face. He dangled it right above your face, your eyes focusing on the flurries. 

“Apologize.”

Cackling like a maniac, you shook your head, reaching above your head in a mirror of Caesar's previous actions, slamming some more snow against the side of his face. He was shocked enough by that, the snow in his grasp falling as you finally managed to get yourself free and without worry or care, you began running off. Caesar blinked. And then again, not willing to admit that he was having fun, before he rose carefully, darting right after you in a bid of revenge.

Blue Eyes / Ash.

You looked at Ash with intent focus. Lifting your hands to your eyes, your pointer and middle finger adjacent to your eyes, you followed the movement outwards to the landscape that had been deliciously drenched in virgin snow. You were telling your friend to watch your back, you were about to go into the battlefield. You had a severe disadvantage. Blue Eyes was able to swing through the trees and drop down an attack.

You… You had your legs, the ground below and a dream as you looked down at the pre-made snowballs in your satchel that rested against the side of your body. Ash understood his assignment and nodded at you, watching as you hyped yourself up with rapid breathing, rising yourself onto your forearms before your feet planted your weight into the snow below and you began running. Harder and faster than you had in a while, your heart was racing in your chest. 

“I’m gonna make it!!” You yelled at Ash, seeing the embankment of the river only a few meters in front of you. The end of the line, the decided point that you had given in this very intense game that you were playing with Ash and Blue Eyes. Forming an alliance only with Ash as you both came to reckon that Blue Eyes was competitive, leaving you to wonder if that was a trait he got from Caesar or Cornelia, was a good move. You were fast at making the snowballs themselves, and Ash was good at spotting the Ape Prince and throwing them before Blue Eyes had the chance to nail you.

The laughter you let out was ripping, Blue Eyes watching intently from the second branch of a conifer as you drew closer to the river. Closer… Closer. He looked over at Ash who looked up at him. They were subsequently in cahoots. Ash faking an alliance with you, but his diligence towards Blue Eyes was evident as you were hit between the shoulder blades by a flying snow projectile. Not hard enough to cause any pain, but it was alarming as you screamed in response. 

“Who did that?!” It looked like you were running in circles at this point, another snowball flying your way from Ash himself, another following that was tossed by Blue Eyes. “A-Ash!!” Crying that out, you looked towards the area you had just darted from at your alleged alliance. “You---” Blue Eyes was suddenly in front of you, your eyes widening in surprise. “No.”

‘Think we won.’ He signed at you, your hand at your side tucking into your bag to grab a ball. It was cold and melting, but the more compressed and melted it was, the harder of a hit it was going to be. Given his heightened senses, he was able to grab your arm before you tossed the ball at him in defense, your wrist suddenly encased by Blue Eyes’ large hand. ‘Time to admit you lost.’

“I’m taking this ship down with me.” You smiled at Blue Eyes, knowing exactly how it must have appeared for him as you drew your face that much closer to him. In the midst of surprise to your sudden closeness, his chest swelling at the prospect that you were going to touch him, you took advantage of his reaction, snapping your arm away from him and tossing a gait towards Ash, whom you successfully hit with a few snowballs before rounding a tree and making your way to the river. “I’m gonna win! I’m gonna tell Caesar all about how much his son--- OOF---” You… Disappeared. Ash looked at Blue Eyes, and Blue Eyes looked at the skid on the ground where you had vanished, bringing himself towards it cautiously in case you were playing another rouse to get him hit with another snowball. Once he came up the small embankment of raised ground, his azure glance, more blue now in the cold and bleak weather, noticed you. Slipped, you must have slipped and didn't realize that there was a small hill behind you and you ultimately lost your balance and went tumbling down.

Concern hit him at once as he got a bit closer, letting his curled hand place against your back. Movement caught him off guard, your shoulders moving. Were you… Laughing…? Blue Eyes looked over at Ash as his friend joined him to make sure you were okay, but it was more than obvious that you were, face down in the snow by all means, but your giggles were entrancing as usual for him. 

Out-stretched to the right, your hand. Blue Eyes looked at it as you turned your head to look at him. You were barely skidding the iced water of the river. Smiling at him, he narrowed his eyes playfully at you as you were given the power to gloat, “I knew I’d win. No one beats the champion.” 

“Wait,” You screeched, arms being held up by Blue Eyes whose movement towards your appendages you didn't see, your legs to follow by Ash and the two of them held your weight up as they trailed a bit closer to the river, “WAIT!! DON’T THROW ME IN THERE!! I’m the winner! I won fair and square!"

With one hand still holding you, Blue Eyes signed at Ash, ‘Did she win fairly?’ You watched the signing with baited breath and looked down at Ash who had your feet. 

‘She tried to rally me against you,’ Was his response, ‘Not fair. Each Ape to themself.’ “But I’m Human!” You bargained again with a nervous chuckle, “That rule doesn’t apply to me, right?”

The pair shared a glance. Blue Eyes nodded. Ash nodded. Your body swung back and without reserve, you were tossed like a leaf towards the water, “NOOOOO!!!!!”

[dead-boys-club]

†  birds of a feather : hawks.

❥ scenario: hawks and his winged s/o ❥ no triggers; not rated. ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. ❥ requested! it's late - i am sorry, i'm a mess. ❥ for the sake of writing, the s/o's wings are black.

keigo having a partner that has wings is going to garner so many terrible jokes, let me just get that out of the way. in all honesty, he would be over the moon about it.

he would be fascinated, always. he likes his own wings but compared to yours? he's always full of compliments about their size and color, the way they shine in the moonlight. he would have some sense of familiarity with you, being so similar to you in ways that would be impossible with someone else. the first time he saw you, he was just.. stunned. training with you is one of his most favorite things, wanting to see just how you could use them.

this may or may not come as a surprise, but he would like the idea of having an s/o who was so capable. unlike most, he'd have no issue with someone surpassing him - he'd actually find it pretty attractive. knowing that you were fully able to handle yourself, he would have no trouble leaving when he needed to. of course, the usual safety concerns would pop into his head but he couldn't do anything about those, could he?

keigo enjoys deeply intimate moments with you. your having wings would include grooming - he's very meticulous with wing care, for both of you. he'd like helping you keep them and take the opportunity to pet over the soft feathers, grinning to himself at how it would make you shiver and squirm. it would be a very soothing process for him, a mutual way of taking care of each other that he never had before.

the rivalry would never end, though playful. both of you would trade jokes, teasing comments, etc. the amount of races you'd have were endless. most of them ending in a park or a rooftop, laughing, and pretending to be normal. like you didn't have to wake up in the morning and go risk your lives for something.

your wings would be his absolute favorite thing in the world. and, he wouldn't hesitate to say that.

✧*̥˚ nickname *̥˚✧

as the day finally came to an end, keigo was content to make it back to the apartment, wanting nothing but to unwind with you. he was greeted by the sight of you laying half in the living room, half on the balcony, wings spread out as far as you could manage, enjoying the warmth of the sun on them. it was a sight that made him pause, taking you in for a moment but your senses were just as sensitive as his own.

'evening, pretty bird,' you greeted, not even bothering to open your eyes.

he chuckled, making his way over to peer down at you, head tilted. 'hey yourself, big bird,' he mused.

raising a hand up for him to take, which he did without thought, you sat up with a small laugh. '"big bird"? that's new.'

keigo crouched down, leaning to peck your lips before straightening again. 'I think it's only fair you have a nickname, too, don't you think?' chuckling when you pulled at his shirt to get him to sit back down. he complied with ease, settling on the floor with a deep sigh, shrugging off his jacket. 'it's not as sweet, is that the problem?'

you laughed, a light sound, clearly amused with his new title for you. 'I mean, i can't argue with you on that.. but big bird? i'm not even yellow.'

watching as you moved around to crawl closer, practically falling and melting into him, he let his arms settle around your frame. 'it suits you. you've got these.. big, beautiful wings that i can't help but admire and adore.'

you couldn't do anything but shake your head, headbutting his shoulder. 'you're so weird but, if it makes you happy, i don't mind.' smiling, you looked up at him. 'it's kind of cute. i guess you can use it.'

sinking back to lay on the floor, he let his own swings spread out, taking a deep breathe. he was comfortable like that, your weight and warmth soothing the stress of the day. 'oh, i intend to. my adorable big bird.' you both knew if it was an actual problem, he would stop but he saw the smiles and flutters, knowing you enjoyed it. you were too honest to let him use something you didn't like.

your wings rested above his own, nosing into his shoulder. 'mhm, pretty bird.'

✧*̥˚ safety *̥˚✧

on a more serious note, keigo would find comfort in your wings. he's so used to his own keeping others safe that he never expected to be the one being kept safe. being wrapped up in them something new to him though deeply satisfying, letting himself sink into your embrace. you knew when he needed the comfort and provided without a word, something he would appreciate more than you knew.

keigo knows that he's allowed to be vulnerable in your hold and that's the only place he does so. he doesn't have to put on a brave face or hide how he feels about something. he can be himself and relax with you. he doesn't have to have his guard up.

the emotional bond shared between you would be something he cherished, knowing that you would be there to protect and comfort him, the same way he was for you. he often finds himself lost in thought over his luck in finding you; someone who understands him so well.

✧*̥˚ another little thing *̥˚✧

it was a rough night for keigo, the weight of the days events feeling like a cinderblock on his chest. the normal distractions to keep the gross feelings and threat of anxiety away hadn't helped, leaving him restless. he tossed and turned, eyebrows pinched as he couldn't seem to rid himself of the thoughts.

it didn't take you long to feel the movements or sense the distress beside you, a concerned frown forming as you blinked your eyes open, trying to clear your vision. 'kei?' you asked softly, reaching to lightly place your hand atop his head. 'you okay?'

most of the time, your touch, even your voice, would have done something to soothe the nerves but nothing. 'a lot on my mind,' he mumbled, sighing deeply. 'don't know why, but i can't seem to shake it tonight.'

you didn't need to say anything, knew it was probably best, and just turned to shift closer to him, spreading your wing to gently wrap around him. he didn't hesitate to turn and hide his face against your neck, sinking into the warm cocoon you created. the soft feathers against his skin and brushing against his own brought a sense of calm to settle over him. it wasn't completely taking everything away but it was doing more than anything else.

'thank you.' his voice was barely even a whisper, gradually starting to relax as he did his best to overlap and replace thoughts. your warmth earned a sigh.

holding him close, you flexed your wing against him, just wanting to hide him away from the world. 'you know i'm always here for you,' you whispered, a hand coming up to sink through his hair, 'anything you need.'

finally, he closed his eyes, even squeezing them shut for a second. he was soothed under the gentle strokes to his hair, the ghost of a smile forming when he felt the movement slowing, a sign that you were beginning to doze back off. it was okay though. he felt safe, protected from the nonsense and above all else, loved. he knew he'd struggle but at least he had you.

'grateful for that,' he answered, 'for you.'

you smiled, barely awake at that point, tipping your head enough to nose against his own, basically cradling him to your frame. 'whenever you need me, pretty bird.. i'll be right here..' you mumbled, slurring slightly, yawning against the blond locks.

wrapped up in the safety net of your wings, keigo let himself begin to drift off. the dark night began to fade into one of peace. it wasn't long before you were both asleep, wound up in each other.

[musyroom599]

Hi so why I was collecting trash from around my house I started thinking what it would be like to raise a child with hawks and dabi...so yeah...im going to share it with you guys (sry about the rambling)

Anywho enjoy and have a nice day

"Keigo!! Where are you!!!?" You walk around the house looking for your husband who your assuming made your child cry.

"Can't even leave him alone for twenty minutes" you mutter to yourself.

"KEIGO IF YOU DON'T COME OUT RIGHT NOW IM GOING TO FORKIN MURDER YOU!!!"

kiego pops his head out from around the corner as you glare at him looking disappointed.

"Kiego"

"What?" He answers sheepishly.

"did you make Orion cry?"

"...maybe?" He responds.

"Maybe?" You pinch the bridge of your nose "if you didn't make my child cry then who did?"

"uh....uh... I don't know" he stares at his feet

"how can you not know your where babysitting him!?"

"I blame Dabi " hawks says pointing to Dabi who's lounging on the couch.

"like hell you blame you, you winged bastard!" Dabi yells

"Dabi since when where you home...you know what nevermind"

Hawks starts sneaking down the hallway

"Kiego I see you"

He freezes

"listen if you don't admit the truth I'm going to ask Orion and he'll over exaggerate whatever you did. He gets that from you so did you make him cry?"

"yes" he muttes

"Told you I wasn't to blame" Dabi smirks

"Shut it Dabi" you snap at him

"okay kiego how exactly did you make Orion cry?"

"I threw him off he balcony" he whispers

"YOU WHAT!?!!?!"

Dabi Bursts out laughing.

"why the hell would you throw my baby off the balcony?!"

"Well he has wings like me so I thought...you know"

You take a deep breath. "He's three years old for crying out loud!"

"i knew you where stupid but you should have seen this coming" Dabi smirks.

"...Dabi?"

"What?" He looks at you wondering what he did wrong.

"where you here when hawks chucked my child off the balcony"

Dabi looks away.

"I might have been" he responds

"he was actually here" kiego smiles like he won.

"don't think your out of the fire yet mister" you glare at hawks

Orion runs up to you and hugs your leg. daddy threw me off a balcony" he looks up at you tears in his eyes.

"I know sweetie" you say picking him up how should we punish daddys?

"Decapitation!" Orion yells

"no!... where'd you lean that word?"

"Auntie toga thought it to me" Orion smiles

"Oh I'm not surprised but ..no" you try not to laugh.

"Oh I have a idea" you whisper something into Orion's ear and he smiles his eyes lighting up.

Dabi and keigo exchange worried looks. "What are you guy's planning?" Keigo looks at you slightly concerned.

"You'll find out" you smirk

A while later Dabi and keigo sit on the couch posing for portraits. "I blame you for this bird brain." Dabi mutters

"How is this my fault!?" Keigo protest's.

"you threw me off a roof" Orion says smiling

"it was a balcony" hawks glares at his kid

"Same dif" you say rolling your eyes. "Now stay still your ruining the portrait!"

[hiccupscloud-26]

It is done!

Oh my gosh, my first original fic with my own original characters, I feel...excited to share this first story, even though it doesn't even include the main character akssjaznszh-

Anywho, this was based on a prompt shared by @worm-writes-hicfics, thank you for the inspiration! This is not a kink fic, as none of these characters have a hiccup kink, just a story with hiccups in it.

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE, REBLOGS, ASKS, INTERACTIONS ARE OK

CW:

-mentions of choking

-mentions of food/drink

-hiccups, obvi

-painful hiccups they don't last long

-teasing

-breaking boundaries

-mentions of lit.tlespa.ce

-actual ag.ere (hence why this isn't considered a kink fic)

(Any regr.essors that read this, please lmk if the ag.ere is inaccurate, I personally haven't re.gressed before, I've been trying, but I've done lots of research, but if anything is offensive, inaccurate, please please pleeeease let me know, I'm still learning /srs)

Now without further ado, I give you....

Boba Tea Mishap + a Little Extra

“Alright, Lai, wait up!”

The angel in question was tapping his foot and waiting impatiently at the two that were lagging behind. The three were out on a mall trip and after maxing Kai's credit card, they figured it was time for the food court.

Calypso chuckled and she pulled Kai over to the impatient little guy, “seems like someone's hungry.”

Lai shook his head and pointed to a Boba Tea Shop, his eyes sparkling in pure curiosity.

“Oh, you wanna try Boba?” Kai raised an eyebrow quizzically. At Lai's adamant nodding, she chuckled quietly, “wow, hadn't expected that from you, sprout. But anything for my babes.”

“And that's why you're broke now, bish,” Calypso rolled her eyes, and followed along as they headed towards the back of the line.

“Hey, I'm not broke, I still have cash on me, don't be a sourpuss, Caly,” Kai stuck their tongue out at her, yelping in surprise when Calypso bit it gently with her sharp teeth. “The fuck was that for?”

Calypso only laughed once she'd released her grip, “oh you're sooo fun to tease. When we get home, I'll do more than just bite~”

Kai instantly felt a certain heat spreading to a place that it shouldn't right now, “Caly!”

The purple-haired demon laughed again, knowing she'd gotten the response that she wanted out of them. Lai, ever the innocent one, had no idea what was going on, just excited about the Boba Tea.

When it was their turn to order, Lai pointed out the milk tea with the tapioca pearls, Kai ordered a strawberry lemonade with mango popping pearls, and Calypso decided to try the matcha milk green tea with aloe jelly. Kai paid with cash and the three of them walked over to the side to wait for their order. Lai watched in awe as the worker made their drinks.

“You're really intrigued by this, aren't you, sprout?” Kai gently ruffled his curly hair.

Lai leaned into the touch, smiling at them and nodding.

Kai giggled quietly, leaning down, kissing his forehead softly, “you're so cute and endearing, you know that?”

Lai blushed and flew up to plant a kiss on Kai's cheek. Calypso rolled her eyes, but smiled softly when Lai turned to kiss her cheek too.

“Yeah, the cutest little angel ever,” Calypso muttered.

It didn't take long for their drinks to be finished, so they took their cups and Boba straws and found a table. The three of them sat down and Kai showed them how to poke their straws in the top. They held up their cup, Calypso and Lai following suit.

“To us,” Kai toasted.

“To us, indeed,” Calypso agreed and Lai nodded.

The three then took a sip through their straws, though Lai took a more generous, excited sip. Because of this, when he experienced the tapioca pearls flying straight toward his throat, he quickly started choking.

Kai's eyes widened and they hurried over, patting him on the upper back, careful not to strike his wings, “holy shit, Lai, be careful.”

The poor angel only coughed in response. One more cough dislodged the stuck tapioca pearls out onto the table. He panted, slightly panicked over the whole situation.

“You good, small fry?” Calypso quirked an eyebrow, slightly amused by the failed task.

Lai glared as he coughed once more, this one leading to a small *hup!* and he quickly covered his mouth.

“Caly, stop it, this isn't funny,” Kai reprimanded her, before moving in front of him, looking concerned, “Lai? You ok?”

Lai only looked at Kai with nervous eyes before another *hlp!* shook his small frame. The angel covered himself with his wings in a cocoon-like shelter.

At this, Calypso finally broke into a giggling fit, “what? Who knew angels had to deal with hiccups?”

“Caly,” Kai glared at the demon, who only shrugged and kept on giggling at her partner's misfortune.

Lai's shoulders shook as another *hip!* burst out of him. He was so embarrassed. Usually, angels didn't get hiccups. They were a form of punishment and used as torture. Maybe the head angels had found him and were toying with him before they inevitably brought him back to Nevaeh for his real sentence.

Kai kneeled down to Lai's height, trying to seem less intimidating. It was days like this they'd curse their tall genes. They very gently stroked Lai's hair in a soothing way, knowing it was his favorite comforting gesture. “Sprout, you ok?”

“Th-they're com-*hmpk!*-ming for me,” Lai struggled to whisper to Kai, his form quivering and his eyes constantly looking up terrified.

Kai looked confused, “who's coming, baby?”

Another quiet mumble, “the an-*hngk!*-angels.”

Calypso finally stopped laughing once she realized how frightened her angel was. She walked over, seeing how much he was trembling. “Fuck…is he ok?”

Kai glanced up at her, “he thinks the angels are coming for him.”

“Ohhh, maybe we should get out of here,” Calypso suggested.

Lai agreed with a nod that was interrupted by his head jerking back with a strong *hip-uh!* He winced and hid himself more. Kai gently picked him up and Lai moved his left wing so he could listen to Kai's heartbeat, successfully calming himself down.

“Everything's going to be alright,” Kai reassured him as they continued to stroke his hair. “It's only us, the angels aren't here.”

Lai whimpered and clung to Kai's shirt, feeling secured. Calypso grabbed their bags and drinks and led the way out to the car. The angel kept glancing at the sky as he was being carried, watching for any signs of the superior angels. Kai kept giving him quiet reassurances as they arrived at the car, having parked pretty close to the entrance.

“Caly, can you drive? I'm gonna stay back with Lai,” she tossed the keys to Calypso, who caught them with her horn.

“On it, boss,” she nodded, not arguing for once.

Kai set Lai down to stand, the poor angel wobbling, clinging close to Kai, still *hip!* hiccuping away quietly. She opened the back door and guided Lai inside, getting in quickly after him, closing the door.

“Everyone ready?” Calypso turned to them as she started the car.

“Yeah,” Kai nodded as they continued comforting Lai.

Calypso drove off to their apartment. The ride started out silent, only the occasional *hup!* from Lai. Surprisingly, it was quietly broken by said angel.

“M'so-*hip!*-rry…” Lai whispered.

“For what, sprout?” Kai peppered little kisses on his forehead.

“Ruining our *hup'm!* date,” he pouted and avoided Kai's eyes.

“Oh, boo, you didn't ruin anything-”

“But *huck!* I did…I can feel the presence *hup!* of angels, and…there were *hlp!* none nearby and I got scared for n–nothing and…*ic*” he trailed off.

Kai held him close as Calypso spoke up, “it's ok to be afraid. Those angels fucked you up. It's called trauma for a reason, small fry. But we're gonna be here for you, you got that?”

Lai couldn't help the quiet giggle at the aggressive reassurance, “got it, *hup!up!* Calypso.” He pressed a hand to his chest at the double, surprised.

“You still doing okay? We'll see about getting you some water when we get home,” Kai told him.

“For what?”

“For your hiccups, silly,” Kai smiled, “you wanna get rid of them, don't you?”

Lai hiccupped again, feeling his chest and head jolt from the spasm. Now that he knew that this wasn't a curse from Nevaeh, he actually didn't mind them.

“By the look you're giving, I'd say you're intrigued again,” Kai smiled, slightly amused. “They don't hurt, do they?”

Lai shook his head, “no, but *hup!* I don't mind them actu-*hip!*-actually.”

Calypso snorted quietly, “adorable. Our angel is intrigued by the very thing he was so terrified of before.”

“Hey, *hup-ah!* these used to be used for tor-*hilp!*-torture against rebellious angels…f'course that'd be my first *hip!* reaction,” Lai pouts.

“I'm just messing with you, love,” Calypso relented and turned the car down to their street.

“You really need to learn when to play around and when to be serious,” Kai sighed exasperated.

“As you've constantly tried to teach me, but you forget that I'm a demon. It's in my nature.” She parked in the parking lot.

“She's *hip!* right, she can't help it *HUP!*,” Lai shrugged, giggling quietly when his body shook so hard, his wings uncontrollably flinched at the strong spasm.

Unfortunately, a wing flicked Kai in the cheek and they yelped in surprise, “gah!”

Lai gasped and covered his mouth, “oh no-*huck!*-o, are you ok?”

Calypso couldn't help but start chuckling again, “oh my gosh!”

“The ultimate betrayal, and I was here for you the whole time,” Kai lamented overdramatically.

With the overtheatrics, Lai was able to tell that Kai was just joking, but he still felt bad and inspected her cheek.

“I'm fine, Lai, don't worry,” Kai caressed his cheek softly, “you're so sweet for caring so much.”

Lai blushed slightly and kissed their injured cheek anyway, deciding to get out of the car to give his wings more room to breathe.

“I'm sorry,” Lai whispered.

“I promise, it's all good, suggs,” Kai reassured him as they got out of the car and gave the smaller angel a hug, shaking alongside him when the next *hippup!* shook his form. “You sure those don't hurt? They seem really strong…”

Lai shrugged as he nuzzled into the hug, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up with his loves and take a nap. “Don't hurt, *hup!* but tired.”

“Aww, is it nap time for our lil angel?” Calypso cooed as she got out of the car, overhearing everything.

Lai blushed and looked away, muttering, “m'not li–little right now…”

“Is Caly making you uncomfortable?” Kai asked and with Lai slightly shrugging, Calypso finally got the message.

“Oh shit, sorry, am I breaking boundaries?” she looked at Lai with an unhealthy amount of sympathy that wasn't meant for a demon. “You can let me know when I've pushed too far. I know I'm a demon and all and teasing is in my nature, that's no excuse for making you uncomfortable. I lo-...care about you a lot, and I don't wanna hurt you.”

The demon blushed a deep red and continued, “I know I'm fucked up, but I fuck up too sometimes. A-and I really don't mean to, not when it comes to you and Kai.”

Lai released the hug from Kai and hugged Calypso, “it's okay, Caly. I kno-*hup!*-know you're trying. You… *hip!* well, both of us really, we're going against what's been ingrained in our mi-*hilp*-minds since forever, so we'll be patient.”

Calypso's eyes looked away as she slightly teared up, but she wouldn't admit that. She hugged Lai back, tightly and securely in a big bear hug. “I'll always be grateful for you, even if I don't say it often.”

“I know,” Lai smiled and whispered to her.

Kai smiled at the two of them before going to their apartment and unlocking the door. She grabbed the bags and her drink, “you two, don't forget your drinks.”

Calypso perked up and released the hug, “coming!”

She smiled back at Lai, kissing his forehead softly before grabbing her drink. Lai smiled slightly, sighing happily. He loved his family, flaws and all.

+ Extra

Lai also went to the car and grabbed his drink, slowly sipping, prepared this time. He smiled at the sweet milk. It kind of reminded him of the angel milk Kai or Caly would make him when he was in littlespace.

Lai walked into the apartment and closed the door behind himself. That's when he realized and patted his chest, slightly disappointed.

Kai picked up on the disappointment, “what's the matter, Sprout?”

“My hiccups are gone,” he pouted.

Calypso couldn't catch her snort in time, but tried covering it up with a cough.

“Aww, I'm sure they'll come back some-”

Suddenly, their conversation was interrupted by a loud, nasally *HNGK!*. Kai and Lai looked at each other confused before turning to Calypso, whose eyes widened like saucers. One hand covered her mouth while the other held her chest.

“I think I found out where your hiccups went,” Kai hid their smirk as Lai giggled quietly.

“This isn't *hnk!* fun-*hngkup!*‐funny,” Calypso pouted as her stomach jiggled slightly and visibly seen from her crop top.

“Wow, who knew demons had to deal with hiccups?” Lai crossed his arms teasingly, giving Calypso a taste of her own medicine.

“Karma's a bitch,” Kai shook their head.

“I ha-*hngk!NK!*-ate both of y-*hnk!mp!*-you, fuck!” Calypso ranted as her hiccups jolted her all over the place.

“No you don't~” Lai smirked, slightly enjoying this.

When Calypso whined, Kai relented and walked over to her, “okay, okay, let's try this…” and without warning or hesitation, they kissed her lips.

Calypso's eyes widened in shock, before she closed her eyes and kissed back, periodically jolting with silent or muffled hiccups. After a long period free from hiccups, Kai released the kiss.

“Wow…what was that *hnk'l!* for?” Calypso blushed.

“I was trying to cure your hiccups, but, uh, kinda got carried away,” Kai also blushed.

“Wait, you thought *hngk!* kissing me would help?” Calypso looked confused, but also amused.

“I-I dunno! It works in shows and books, thought maybe it'd be worth a try…but let me get you some water.” Kai quickly escaped to the kitchen while Calypso waited in the living room.

“Adorable,” Calypso snorted, quickly followed by a “*hurk!*-ugh, hate these thi—ings.” She patted her chest as another long silent hiccup interrupted her breathing cycle. She looked back at Lai, who was just watching her intrigued with that innocent look in his eyes. “And just wha-*hngk!*‐at are you looking at?”

Lai only giggled quietly, sitting criss-cross-applesauce. Calypso instantly recognized the signs and smiled softly.

Kai returned with the water, “here's your water.”

“Thanks, but *hnk!* I think I'll let these *hngkup!*-ah, run their course,” Calypso nodded her head in Lai's direction.

Kai looked at the angel and smiled, going over and kneeling to his level, “Bun? How old are you feeling?”

Lai looked at Kai, nervous that he'd been caught, but shyly held up three fingers. Kai smiled and stroked his hair, “mama's little angel after all.”

Lai blushed slightly and kept watching Calypso hiccuping away, giggling at all the different nasally sounds they prompted.

Kai giggled quietly, “are mommy's hiccups funny to you?”

Lai giggled adorably and nodded his head, “ya!”

“Well, Squirt *hnk‐ah!*, enjoy them whi-*iccup!*-while you ca-*hnnnk!*-an, ah,” Calypso rubbed her chest. “Cuz I m–MIght have to ge-*hnk'l!hngk!*-get rid of these soon.”

Lai bursts into laughter at all the funny sounds and Calypso couldn't help but smile. She realized a little discomfort was worth seeing Lai so happy and relaxed. Besides, after all the laughing she'd done at him earlier, she kinda deserved it.

“Want me to put your boba tea in your sippy cup, baby?” Kai gently took the half full cup of boba tea as Lai nodded.

With another loud *HNK!HNGK-UP!* Calypso winced and drank her water calmingly. Once the demon finished drinking the water, she took a deep breath in and out. She sighed in relief, “sorry, bud, but they were starting to hurt.”

Lai shrugged and yawned widely, rubbing an eye with his fist. Kai quickly returned with the sippy cup of boba tea, without the tapioca so nothing would get stuck, “here you go, Bun.”

“Dank you, mama,” Lai murmured, smiling at the soft kiss that Kai placed on his forehead, “can snuggle with mama an’ mommy an’ Goldie? An’ watch fish movie? Pwease?”

“Awww, of course, munchkin,” Kai smiled sweetly, “do you wanna watch in the living room or our room?”

“Our room,” Lai yawned again and reached up for Kai to hold him.

Kai obliged and picked up Lai, holding him close and secure, “you got it. Come on, Caly.”

“I'm coming, I'm just grabbing my tea,” Calypso grabbed her tea before they all headed to the master bedroom.

That night was spent with the three of them, and Lai's dog plushie named Goldie, snuggling and watching a marathon of movies. Lai couldn't be happier, sandwiched between his two car.egiv.ers. And that's how they all fell asleep, bundled up in soft blankets and cuddled up to each other. It was peaceful.

Fin~

[woodenplank-gt]

War

Sage and Arthur are playing cards and having fun while Cade is in the middle of the worst phone call ever. Poor guy.

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"This is so stupid!"

Arthur grinned in amusement as he added more cards to his stack, "You just need to get good."

Sage crossed her arms. "How can I get good at a game based completely on luck?" She complained as she watched Arthur's large hand sweep more of her cards away. "Give me a strategy game and I'll beat you every single time," she declared as she pointed a minuscule finger up at him.

He chuckled at that. If Arthur had known Sage was this competitive he would have brought out the cards sooner. Currently, they were playing a game called War. He figured it's a simple enough card game to learn for someone who's never even seen a deck of cards before. It's also one of the few games Arthur could think of that didn't involve holding a deck of cards. All Sage had to do is flip the top card off her stack and see if it's a higher number than Arthur's. It's a pretty easy and chill game. Unless you're a sore loser like a certain fairy huffing irritably on a table.

Seeing the side of her that actually trusted him enough to argue was a breath of fresh air. He honestly couldn't imagine how terrifying it is to openly disagree with someone twenty times their size. She still tenses up whenever he moves around, especially if he moves his hands, but he can definitely see some progress in their relationship.

"Whatever you say Pipsqueak," his voice dripped in sarcasm.

He pinched his next card in between his fingers and glanced as Sage. He waited until both her hands gripped the very last card in her deck and braced herself to flip a card nearly as tall as her.

Their eyes met, both filled with determination. "One. Two. Three. War!" They said in unison as both cards flipped onto the middle of the table.

A three of hearts and a queen of spades were pitted against each other.

"Yes!" A voice whispered-yelled in triumph, remembering to keep the volume down for the smaller ears nearby. Arthur laughed as he eagerly swept the last of the cards into his deck, trying his best not to shake the table and disturb the small woman on top.

Sage clapped her hands slowly. "Congrats, you beat the tiny, crippled fairy at a game based on luck." She snarked. Her annoyed comment didn't hide the smile in her voice, clearly enjoying the game nevertheless.

Arthur watched as she slowly lowered herself to a seated position keeping her bad leg stretched out. A part of him still couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at the tiny fairy. She was so out of place surrounded by everyday objects that towered over her head. The huge bandage covering her leg made her seem even smaller. More fragile. All Arthur wanted to do was scoop her up and keep her safe, but he knew how much Sage would hate him if he did that. It was strange how much he desired the approval from a woman that could fit in his hand.

At that train of thought an idea popped into his head. With a muttered warning, he rose from his chair and went to the kitchen counter. He carefully slid the tiny items into his hand then sat back down, orange eyes curiously tracking his movements. Slowly, he lowered his hand so Sage could see what rested in his palm.

She hesitated for a moment then used one of his fingers to help her back onto her feet. Sage peered into his palm and her face immediately brightened.

"I thought I lost these!" She exclaimed, relief washing over her features. Her wings slightly fluttered with glee but no pain crossed the fairy's face as she stared at her gear.

To Arthur's surprise, she willingly climbed into his hand and began grabbing the parts of her blue armor. She gently dropped them on the table before going back to the center of his palm for her sword. The silver blade shined as she lifted it into the light. She ran a hand over the flat part of the sword and inspected it closely for any damage.

He remained completely frozen as he watched on. This was the first time Arthur ever held a tiny, and of course this one was holding a sharp sword ready to stab him if he did anything wrong. He had no doubts the blade could do serious damage, especially with how Sage was handling it. She clearly knows her way around the weapon.

Her nearly weightless footsteps sent a tickling sensation over his skin and Arthur resisted the urge to jerk his hand away. He couldn't help but notice how much his fingers outsized Sage. And most likely overpowered her too. The knowledge that a whole person sat in the palm of his hand sent his heart racing. It was all up to him not to screw this up like he did when he first met Sage. She's just so tiny that one careless motion from Arthur could worsen her injuries.

Arthur didn't know how Cade could work with tinies all the time, much less injured and terrified tinies. It felt like every minuscule movement he made, even movements he wasn't aware of, affected Sage. He felt the need to scoop her up in his hands and protect her, but at the same time he didn't even want to risk touching her in fear of causing more harm. Arthur had to remind himself to breathe a few times already. This was too much power for one person to have over another.

Finally, Sage met his wide eyes with her own. She beamed, oblivious to the human's disturbed thoughts."I-I've had this gear for so long, It's like a part of me...."  Her pale cheeks began to redden and she glanced down at the palm underneath her. That seemed to sober her up as she remembered where she sat.  "I really appreciate this, thank you Arthur." Sage finished abruptly.

She quickly climbed off his hand and distractingly sorted through her plates of armor.

For a moment, all he could focus on where the phantom sensations left behind by Sage. He rubbed his palm with a thumb in an attempt to get rid of the strange feeling. Finally, he looked back at the fairy again. Arthur couldn't help but be amused by her sheepishness. He smiled kindly as he put his hand back onto his lap, "It's the least I could do." He paused for a moment, "Just watch where you point that sword, please." He added.

Sage chuckled, "You won't get stabbed as long as you behave." She promised.

The fairy paid him no mind as he laid his arms on the table and rested his head on top. Arthur studied the tiny pieces of armor. He noted the expert craftsmanship and the almost invisible dents and scratches from many battles. It was strange to think of Sage as a soldier. Arthur always imagined the fae as peaceful beings who only ever concerned themselves with nature.

His blue eyes widened as he noticed something unexpected among the pieces of armor. It looked like a white overcoat decorated with intricate gold designs that reminded him of royalty.

"What's that?" He nodded his head towards the coat.

Sage jumped at the sudden question causing Arthur to wince. She quickly played it off and lifted the coat into the air, a proud smile donned her face. "It shows my rank as commander," she straightened her shoulders and puffed out her chest.

Arthur lifted his head from his arms. "You're a commander!?"

"Yep! I command the Air Force." Sage stood up and buckled the brown belt around her waist, sheathing her sword so it hung by her side. Next she shrugged on her sleeveless overcoat, being extremely careful when putting her wings through the hole in the back.

She spun around to show off part of her uniform to Arthur. The white and gold stood out against her black jumpsuit giving her the appearance of a noble. Sage no longer looked like a beaten down fairy whose size and fragility scared Arthur, she was proud and strong and a respected protector of her people.

Sage seemed to notice the awe displayed on the giant face in front of her and paused. Her pale face turned red and she awkwardly tucked a strand of brown hair that fell out of her braid behind her ear.

That's when Arthur realized he was staring and his own cheeks darkened. A sheepish smile formed on his lips, "That's really cool. I wish our military had badass armor like that." He chuckled softly, "I might actually join if they did."

The fairy shook her head, "I don't think there's enough acorns in the forest to cover you up, big guy." She joked.

At that, her eyes immediately turned towards the back window that had a perfect view of her forest home. The snow had reached the middle of the window and continued to fall hard with no signs of stopping. The large trees in the distance could barely be seen through the white hue that covered air.

Sage's non-splinted wing drooped and a look of longing took over her eyes. The prideful demeanor she wore only seconds ago vanished at the reminder of how close yet so far her home was. How out of place she was in a human home surrounded by human things. There's no foliage to fly through or blue skies for her armor to blend in to. The only people she can speak to are humans big enough to trap her in a fist.

Arthur opened his mouth to say something he hoped would comfort her. But he didn't even have a chance to get a single word out before she closed her eyes, sucked in a deep breath, and turned back to the plates of armor still lying on the table.

Sage briskly walked past his arms still resting on the table and started to gather her gear.

"I'm just gonna put these in my room so I don't lose them," she stated as she balanced the pieces in her arms. A knee pad fell out of the capricious tower she was holding. Sage tried using her foot to kick it back up into her hands but just couldn't get it high enough without knocking the rest of the stack. She huffed in annoyance.

Before she could put down her pile and start again, a large finger very gently nudge her side and guided her a few steps back. Then, more fingers swooped in and tried, and failed, to pick up the knee pad. They were simply too big and clumsy to pluck up the comparatively minuscule piece of armor. Like watching tree trunks trying to pick up a pebble.

Arthur's brows furrowed and he cursed under his breath as he tried to get the right angle, but it continued to slip out of his grip. After more than enough failed attempts, he finally opted to carefully slide the knee pad off the table and into his palm. The blue armor was so small it almost got lost in the creases of his hand.

He heard stifled laughter coming from the table and he playfully glared at the source. "Wow, you're gonna laugh at someone helping you? This is the last time I ever do anything for you." Arthur complained.

This got Sage to burst out in laughter. The stack in her arms swayed dangerously and she shuffled her feet to keep it steady, her un-splinted wing fanning out to give her more balance. He quirked an eyebrow, silently impressed when no other pieces fell out of her arms. A small part of Arthur wanted to shake the table to get back at Sage for laughing at him, but he decided that would be too mean.

So, Arthur wore a flat look on his face as he watched Sage finally contain her laughter after a few heavy breaths, but she still had a grin on her lips stretching ear to ear.

She started to walk towards the box on the table, "Don't worry Arthur, I appreciate your help." Her voice sputtered but she held back another laughing fit. Sage shook her head, her brown braid swinging side to side. "That was just so sad to watch."

"Uh huh," Arthur said sounding unimpressed.

Once Sage reached the doorway of the box, she ducked in and set her things in the far corner. She poked her head out and quickly grabbed the knee pad resting on the tip of Arthur's finger, reuniting it with the other pieces of armor. Sage frowned at the absence of her helmet, which was lost in the blizzard with an arrow sticking through it. At least that wasn't her head.

When she stepped back onto the table, Arthur checked the clock on the wall. It was already past noon.

With a sigh, he stood up from his chair. His back cracked loudly after sitting on the stiff chair all morning. "I think it's about time Cade joined us, whattdaya think?" He asked Sage as he stretched his arms into the air.

Sage quietly watched the immense human stretch in both fear and awe. She nodded her head after Arthur looked back down at her, "I think that's a good idea." She agreed. Out of the two humans, Cade was the one that gained her trust first. Even if he acted a little strange to her.

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"My name is Lisa with the Tiny Assistance and Protection Agency, how may I help you?" A nice female voice sounded over the phone.

Cade spun in his chair, "Hi, I- uh- have a few questions I was hoping you could answer."

"Ask away."

He looked back over to his computer in the office. Over the last few hours, he'd been combing through a number of different articles and websites about the fae. They mostly told him about the environments fairies used to live in, what they ate, and what they looked like. These were definitely helpful to him, but Cade needed more information if wanted to ensure Sage made it out of his home alright.

Unfortunately, with fairies being all but extinct, there was little on what he really desired to know. Cade couldn't find any reliable resources on the autonomy or magical properties of the fae that didn't come from legends.

He severely doubted fairies kidnapped human kids and turned them into fae as a means to reproduce.

Cade was able to make a list of questions while he was on hold with the T. A. P. A.

"So," his brown eyes scanned the list, "Do you have any fairies in your care right now?"

"Unfortunately sir, I don't have the liberty to answer that question since the fae are endangered."

Cade cringed slightly at that response. He knew it made him sound like a weirdo but he still thought it was important to ask.

He awkwardly ran his hand through his messy brown hair. He cleared his throat, "That's alright, I just need to know a few things about them. Like the autonomy of theirs wings and - uh" He tapped his pen on the notebook, "magic abilities." Cade inwardly sighed as the words left his mouth. Now he sounded like a weirdo and a creep.

There was silence over the phone. It stayed like that for a few long moments. "Sir," she began, "What is your name?"

Cade pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, dammit! He frustratedly thought to himself. They were probably going to put him on some sort of watch list.

Reluctantly, he answered. "Cade Williams."

"Okay. And why are you asking these questions about the fae, Mr. Williams?" Lisa asked in a suspiciously kind voice.

She's definitely putting his name on a list.

"'Cause I got an injured fairy on my kitchen table and I need to know how to treat her." He replied casually as if they were talking about the weather.

".... Can you repeat that please?" The shock in Lisa's voice was clear as day.

"There's an injured fairy in my kitchen and I need more information to treat her." He repeated more bluntly, patience already wearing thin.

"Alright, I'm gonna put you on hold for a second."

Cade let out a heavy sigh as the waiting music started to play again. He let the hand holding his phone drop onto the desk. He wasn't planning on staying away from Arthur and Sage this long. All he was going to do was see if he was treating Sage's injuries correctly. In and out.

Instead, the research has felt like a wild goose chase. Websites taking him to different pages and links that ended up being blocked and now TAPA putting him on hold. It shouldn't be this hard to find same damn information on fairies.

Cade knew for a fact there were lots of fairies when he was a kid. Sure, they were scarce and well hidden, but they've been around for centuries! Researchers were quick to know practically everything about nymphs, sprites, and borrowers, so why not fairies?

Nothing was adding up for Cade the more he thought about it.

The music on the other end cut off. "Hello? Mr. Williams?" A voice asked. She sounded older than the last woman.

Cade quickly put the phone back up to his ear, "I'm here."

"Hello, my name is Molly Kim. I am the director of the Tiny Assistance and Protection Agency." She paused, letting that information sink in. Her voice was strong and authoritative, letting everyone who spoke to her know she meant business. 

If Cade thought this was just going to be an easy phone call before, he was definitely mistaken now.

He should have grabbed another cup of coffee when he had the chance.

Ms. Kim continued, "Mr. Williams, from what I understand, you have an injured fairy in your house?"

"That is correct, Ms. Kim." He confirmed, trying his best to remain calm. This call was beginning to freak him out. All he wanted to do was learn more about fairies so he could help Sage!

"What's their name?"

"Her name is Sage."

"How old is she?"

"Not sure, somewhere around her twenties."

"Where did you find her?"

"In the forest behind my house. She was knocked out and face down in the snow."

"What are her injuries?"

"The most concerning ones is the arrow through her left leg and her right wing is torn vertically." Cade shifted uncomfortably in his seat from the sudden rapid fire of questions. This was starting to feel like an interrogation.

Ms. Kim let out a long breath and he heard what sounded like a pen dropping onto the desk. "Alright Mr. Williams, tell me your address so we can send a chopper over to pick her up."

"Wait, what?!" He sputtered out in shock. Cade abruptly stood from his chair and began pacing around the office. A worried hand rested on top of his head, clutching fistfuls of hair. "What the hell do you mean 'pick her up?'" He demanded.

Ms. Kim's voice remained chillingly calm, clearly unfazed by his outburst. "Sage needs to be monitored at a facility qualified to take care of tinies."

"I'm an EMT, I had to pass a whole exam on how to treat tinies." He waved a hand in the air, "I've treated more borrowers than I can count! Trust me, I'm qualified." Cade growled out.

He honestly didn't know where his sudden protectiveness over Sage came from. Just yesterday he was convincing Arthur that calling TAPA was the right choice. Now he was arguing with the damn freaking TAPA director herself to not take Sage.

Maybe it came from watching someone so beaten down regain their strength because of him, or it was watching Sage slowly learn how to trust him. Maybe it was seeing Arthur's face light up like it used to when he spoke to Sage, or her demanding personality despite her situation. Maybe it was all of those combined. Or none of them.

Cade wasn't sure, and it didn't really matter, because he wasn't going to let that agency take Sage away from him. Still, he forced himself to breathe and relax. As he learned from his line of work, yelling never solved anything.

He calmly sat down on the red couch in the middle of the room. "My deepest apologies, Ms. Kim. That was rude of me." Cade said in his most professional voice. "I just feel like it would be best if Sage stayed here. She trusts me and has already significantly recovered from the majority of her injuries. I'm hopeful she'll be able to go home once the blizzard is over." He waited with bated breath for her response, worried he just severed any chance of winning Ms. Kim over.

The director was quick to respond. "I understand your sentiments and appreciate your apology, Mr. Williams. I know how easy it is to grow protective of a tiny." Cade could have sworn there was hint of pride in her monotone voice, but he quickly dismissed it. "If you insist on taking care of Sage, then I will have to speak to the fairy myself to ensure her wellbeing. She has the right to decide where she wants to be, after all." Ms. Kim said matter-of-factly.

This made Cade's shoulders tense up even more. He had no idea how Sage would feel about talking to another human. Hopefully it would go better than his and Arthur's first time meeting the fairy since this conversation would be over the phone. Still, Ms. Kim had a way of talking that sent shivers up his spine. It felt like she already knew everything about him and his life.

Cade licked his dry lips,"Yeah that's fine. I'll bring you to her now."

This was going to be a long day.

[ggomos-maribat]

It's Just Me, You, and the Cosmos

A small piece for SuperMari May, cross posted from AO3

Nothing else rang in his head except the harsh words uttered by Damian, and a replay of their latest mission which he apparently nearly steered to failure. Immature. Impulsive. Reckless. As much as he wanted to deny those descriptors, he only fell more disheartened. Sure he strayed away from the plan at times, but he understood the consequences of what he was doing. The rest of the team didn't see that.

The final blow was delivered when they mentioned his father.

Jon had flown out of their base as fast he could, withholding the tears pooling at his eyes. He knew he wasn't the glorified Superman, the symbol of hope and founder of the Justice League. He wasn't his father who had saved countless lives, who knew exactly what to do each time. He knew his own shortcomings more than anyone else and to have his insecurities thrown at him was like a kryptonite-infused slap in the face.

And that was how Superboy found himself hovering past the earth's atmosphere, in the vast space littered with stars. He had carefully avoided the Watchtower and its line of sight, propelling himself near the sun. He swallowed thickly. They can get by a few hours without me.

His friend lashing out wasn't a rare occurrence and he was certainly used to it, but it was one of the times he needed to take a step back. There was an anxious thought at the back of his head saying that he didn't actually deserve to be a hero, that he was dead weight if not a liability even with his powers.

Jon ran his hand through his head. That's not true. And yet the thought persisted as he thought back to their missions.

He suddenly felt a tap on his hand, startling him a little.

Floating alongside him was a girl, clad in a suit with a brown-red palette and black spots. A translucent visor covered her face, but he could see a mask surrounding her eyes. Matching the bluish tinge of her hair was a pair of sturdy wings on her back.

Jon tilted his head in confusion. Who . . .? For a second, he wondered if she belonged outside of earth but his gut told him otherwise.

The stranger seemed as surprised as he stared at her in scrutiny. She fished out a device from her side (a yoyo?) and plucked out a black circular object from it to offer to him. Co-mmu-ni-ca-tor, she mouthed.

Confusion unwavering, Jon accepted it.

"Who are you?" he immediately asked after fitting the comm in his ear. "What are you doing here?"

"Who are you?" she bounced the question back. Jon noted how her voice was light. Melodious.

"Uhh---err, Superboy?" He internally winced at his awkwardness.

Her mouth popped into an 'o' as a light blush covered her cheeks. "Ahh, sorry, I'm not familiar with all the heroes." She fidgeted before clearing her throat. "I am Ladybug---or Cosmobug?---heroine of Paris. Nice to meet you."

"Paris? I didn't know Paris had heroes."

Her figure shifted to more anxious movements. "Yes, um, Paris does but can you . . . maybe keep this a secret from other heroes?"

Jon only nodded, already making a plan to research it later. It wasn't like he didn't believe her, but as far he knew, Paris didn't have local heroes nor villains. If there was Ladybug-themed hero anywhere, he would've heard of them.

"So . . ." he trailed off, "If you're from Paris, what are you doing in space?"

Ladybug laughed nervously, her gaze averting. "I just needed to get away for a moment. It has something to do with our villain. I hope I didn't bother you?"

Jon blinked. It was now clear that she'd traveled to space to shake off some stress like him. And she's worried that she bothered me?

"I can go somewhere else but I'm afraid the Watchtower will see me and the Justice League will try to capture and interrogate me. Which is a bad, bad idea because they can't---shouldn't---know about Paris and it's dangerous if they find out anything," she continued rambling. "And it's ah, um, a potentially world-ending outcome---"

"Hey, hey, it's okay, you can stay here." Jon cut her off to keep her from spiraling. "I think it's better that I have a distraction anyway. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone about you."

She took a deep breath. "Really?"

"Promise." He smiled. "If it makes you feel better, I can keep you company."

Ladybug put a hand on her chest. "Thank you very much. What are you doing here by the way?" She looked around them. "Is there trouble in space?"

"No, I also came here to blow off steam actually," he admitted.

"What happened?"

Jon hesitated on telling her but he found himself unable to resist those wide curious eyes. A part of him was saying 'why not?' while he mulled over it.

But now the things upsetting him seemed pale---shallow---in comparison. This girl had to travel to outer space to get away from her city's villain. "It's not a big deal," he began, "We, the Titans, had a mission and I screwed the plan over when I attacked the enemy first because I realized they were going to kill the hostages before we made a move. My, um, friend got mad and it escalated from there."

"I get what I did wrong, I really do, and I was ready to apologize." His fists clenched subconsciously. "But I just . . . I felt so defenseless, like what he said was all true. Then there's this insane pressure being Superman's son and . . ."

If what she was going through was actually a thousand times worse than his situation, he was going to feel terrible.

He expected her to relay empty 'sympathy'. To give him a pat on the back, saying that 'it's going to be okay'. Instead, she nodded. "I get that. Sometimes, I just straight up sacrifice myself if nothing's going according to plan and my partner hates it when I do. But it's not like I'm mindlessly putting myself in harm's way. It's just the . . . best thing to do if we're out of options."

Her hand rubbed her arm, expression turning pensive. "And carrying a mantle? It's horrible. An important responsibility was passed on to me very suddenly and I keep worrying about having to fulfill that role because the city's fate rests on my shoulders."

Jon was awestruck. And at the same time concerned over the fact she seemed to be alone in her heroic burden.

He bit his lip. "Your life sounds . . . wow. Sorry, my rant was childish. Sometimes I think I don't see eye-to-eye with my teammates because I grew up 'normal'. I haven't seen the worst of everything."

As if she couldn't surprise him any more, she floated closer and put a warm hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it's not childish and it's good to air out things that upset you. Take it from someone who always doesn't have that luxury. You're still figuring things out for yourself, I think, and just because your teammates have different experiences, it doesn't mean they can say mean stuff."

He wanted to ask why she 'always didn't have the luxury' but kept his mouth shut.

"Actually, I'm . . . I was just an average Paris citizen before I became a hero," she chuckled. "The learning curve was seriously steep."

"Thank you." It seemed like all the tension had dissipated from him. "I probably can't ask many questions but I'm sorry about your villain?"

"To be honest space is already too far for him to get to me, but I wanted to be sure." Her cheeks were set aflame again. "Talking to you helped me too, so thanks for that. I wish I could tell you more, though."

"It's okay. That's your business and it looks like you're better off handling it without other heroes interfering, right?"

"Mon dieu, yes, thank goodness you understand." Ladybug's lips stretched into a grin. "If I met any other hero, they would've been nosy."

"But is there any way I can help?" he asked. "I know I can't be too involved, but . . . actually do you have something I can write on?"

She thought for a moment before taking out her yoyo and handing it to him. There was a digital screen on one half of it and a digital keypad on the other. Jon hastily typed on it. "This is my personal number. If you need some sort of backup for an emergency, you can reach out to me."

Giving her his number was a gateway to revealing his civilian identity, but he didn't mind. If there was a way to ease off this sweet stranger's troubles, he wanted to be that support just for her.

"Thank you so much," Ladybug breathed out. "You're trusting me too much."

Will we see each other again? Jon wanted to ask. He fiddled with his fingers before he said, "And if you want to talk again . . . about anything, give me a call, okay? I'll meet you anywhere."

"You're really nice," she said quietly.

A light on her yoyo flashed with a ping and the smile on her face was slowly replaced with a frown when she looked at it. "Sorry, I think I have to go," she apologized, taking out a pair of goggles from her yoyo. "I'll contact you, I promise."

Those mere words warmed Jon's chest. He watched her put on the goggles, summon a portal out of nowhere, and disappear into it. 

[leggerefiore]

Is it bad that when I read the Volcarona post about the nest and reached this line "You took a deep breath and choose…" The very first thing to pop into my head was this gif?

I agree with both lmao

actually, that was the ending that I decided not to use:

“Both,” you said simply. The twins stood frozen. Ingo's face was caught with his mouth held open, while Emmet's eyes were like saucers. You were about to ask if that was a bad idea when the younger twin picked you up and spun you. A light squeal left you as Ingo approached you both. His firm hand stopped the spinning.

“I don't mind, brother,” Emmet cooed, “That makes it easier!” You laughed at his response. How was this easier? Ingo shook his head at his brother's eagerness.

“H-he means he didn't want to live too far away from me…” Ingo explained, “He was quite literally showing me the logistics of a possible home lay out, so we could continue living together not too long ago.” You laughed at the thought. Ingo leaned over a desk as the twin tried to show how they could manage four people in one home. How Emmet planned to handle that if their theoretical future partners didn't like each other crossed your mind, but you supposed that was no longer an issue.

“So… that's an agreement from you both?” you wanted to be certain. Emmet grinned.

“Yep!” he said with ease. Ingo then received both your gazes as he shook his head.

“I don't oppose this either…” he agreed, “Actually, it will make checking on how Emmet is treating his partner simpler.” Emmet pouted at his older brother's words, wings drooping slightly. You hugged him quickly, however, before pulling Ingo in, too. Whatever Ingo's concerns were about could be forgotten.

“So… Since you thought I built a nest in your living room,” you asked the older twin, “What exactly did you think I was implying?” The deeply coloured blush in Ingo's cheeks sent you and Emmet into a fit of laughter.

[crimsonredfeathers]

Leaving

~*~ Chapter 3 ~*~

Hawks x fem!Reader

Warnings: smallest bit of fluff if you squint your eyes hard enough

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: This is an ongoing series for now that will probably include fluff, angst, and smut at a later point. Reader is a few years older than Hawks.

Prologue * Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10

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Knowing you all too well from working with you on a daily basis for the past six months, Hawks immediately recognized your form on the street. "Hey, y/n!" His cheerful voice took you by surprise when he flew up beside you. "Hawks," you replied, stopping in your tracks, "what are you doing here?" His boots made contact with the pavement, as he landed right in front of you. "I was just wrapping up patrol and saw you walking all by yourself," he smiled as he folded his wings behind his back. "Guess you made it out of the agency on time for once." Hawks scratched the back of his head, knowing full well that it was usually his fault, that you barely left the office on time. You chuckled at his behavior. He definitely felt bad for making you stay after office hours, because you had to help with the reports or reschedule the entire upcoming day, considering the HPSC had decided that they'd need to see him first thing in the morning on short notice once again. But, honestly, you didn't mind at all.

"I hope your patrol went well, and I don't have to turn around to go back to the office," you joked while raising an eyebrow at him, an amused look present on your face. "No, y/n, you go and enjoy your evening," he laughed. "What about you?" His golden eyes widened in surprise. "I, uhm..." Hawks moved his hand to rest on his chin, just like he was contemplating what the actual answer to that question was. It surprised you that it took him that long to figure out what to tell you and triggered a whole new train of thought in your brain.

Comparing the life of a young pro hero who has been climbing the ranks as fast as Hawks had since his debut to his sidekicks sure wasn't ideal, but at least they would talk about joining friends for dinner or spending some quality time with their families. Hawks did not - not once. Didn't he go home after work to spend time with his loved ones or maybe go out to meet up with some friends? Did he just not want to talk about it? Or maybe, just maybe, there wasn't anyone waiting for him at all.

Come to think of it, you yourself didn't have any connections to anyone in this city, except for your work relations. Sure, you kept in touch with your friends back in your hometown, sending over a card whenever one of their birthdays drew close or calling them from time to time to see how they were doing. But ever since you'd moved over here, you were kind of lonely. An idea popped into your mind, and you did the only thing that seemed right to you. "You know, if you don't have anything better to do... Maybe you'd like to come over to my place and have a coffee with me?"

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Luckily, your apartment wasn't that far away, and while you could see other people staring, you didn't run into any real trouble. A few "uhs" and "ahs" accompanied you on your way from people who, of course, recognized the hero walking next to you. "Is she your girlfriend?" The both of you froze. Now that question took you by surprise. "It's a secret," Hawks winked at the girl with a cryptic look on his face. Instead of entertaining his mischievous behavior, you shook your head. "I'm his secretary," you clarified. Hawks pouted, reminding you of a kid that didn't get its way. "No fun, y/n," he whined. "Let's go, boss," you laughed heartily and continued your walk, motioning him to follow.

~*~

You unlocked and opened the door to your apartment, inviting Hawks in. "Make yourself at home," you smiled, the both of you discarding your shoes at the entrance area. Walking over to your living room, you watched him take in every detail of his surroundings while maneuvering through your apartment with utmost care so he wouldn't knock anything over with his feathers. With anyone else, you'd have felt a little weirded out, but during the past months, you'd learned that Hawks was very observant. "Take a seat," you nodded towards your sofa, "I'll be back with some coffee." Smiling, you left him in your living room.

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With two cups of coffee and a hell of a lot of sugar cubes in a small bowl on a tray, you entered your living room again, only to see Hawks still standing in the room, right in front of a framed picture. "Who are they?" You placed the tray on the sofa table and walked over to stand next to him. "That's my former boss." You pointed at a middle-aged man standing on the right side of the picture. Moving the tip of your index finger over the glass that covered the photograph in the frame, you introduced Hawks to the people in the picture until you pointed at a younger version of yourself. "Well, and that would be me, just... younger. We took that photo only a few weeks after I started working at the office." A soft smile grazed your lips, as Hawks side-eyed you. "Do you miss them?" The tone of his voice was oddly low. "Sometimes I do miss the time we had together." You turned your head to look at him. A bittersweet expression was plastered on his face. Your eyes softened. "But then again, I wouldn't be working for you right now if things went any differently, and," you nudged his shoulder in an attempt to lighten up the mood, "working for you is something I really enjoy." Hawks' features relaxed visibly at your confession. "And now," you walked over to your sofa and plopped down, "let's enjoy our coffee before it's cold."

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The two of you sat there for the better part of an hour, talking about whatever came to mind. You told him a little about your life, how you'd realized early on that being a hero yourself was out of the question as you'd been born quirkless, but you did admire the hard work heroes put into making sure that everybody was safe, and how your mind was set on helping the heroes so they had more time available to help others. You spoke briefly about your time at U.A., where you had joined the business course since it didn't require a quirk at all, and how you had secured the job at the hero's agency back at home after graduating. Hawks listened carefully to everything you had to say. Even if he didn't tell you, he was deeply impressed by your dedication.

Hawks revealed a few snippets of his life himself, how he never went to any high school with a hero course, but was instead privately trained by the Hero Public Safety Commission for years. He didn't elaborate in detail on how he got there or what exactly the people at HPSC had taught him, and, quite frankly, it seemed rude to you to ask, but he did tell you that they had discovered him when he had saved a few people after a car accident when he was still a child. Hawks continued by telling you about how excited he was when he could finally open his very own agency once he had turned 18, but how overwhelming the workload could be sometimes. He was thankful that you'd done your best every single day since you'd joined the team and always had their backs. And, unexpectedly, taking your hand that had been resting on your thigh into his gloved one and squeezing it gently, he added: "I knew you were the right choice right away."

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[thatmarvelobsessedteen]

Not planned...not at all

Cassian x reader

Azriel x OC! reader'scousin

Short Summary: Two girls, cousins, somehow find themselves inside a slightly modified version of their favorite book saga ACOTAR. What will happen to them, things have changed and not just their situation but themselves...are those pointy ears they now have?

Chapter 16

Looking up at my cousin hoping she could tell I was being honest I noticed quite quickly that I can no longer see the others around us but instead I see a set of wings right out of Roxanne's back.

She'd been smart though and had somehow managed to pull off her hoodie before they popped out. I was about to tell Roxy she looked cool and we'd both likely go on like none of this ever happened but instead I feel someone drag me away by my hair as I watch Roxy get dragged from her collar by Cassian.

Of course I kick and struggle trying to escape Azriels grip and so does Roxanne only she's got more fighting experience and she does succeed at kicking Cassian's family jewels. I hiss in compassion as I watch the Illyrian fold on himself for a moment in pain.

But my attention is soon caught by an angry looking Rhysand who speaks with a level of sarcasm that almost has me laughing.

"Neither of you are of any threat are you?!"

Giving one last tug in an attempt of freeing myself I only manage to feel Azriel further entangle his fingers in my curls.

"We're harmless...to everyone else!"

Roxanne tried another hit on Cassian but this time he saw it coming and twisted her arms behind her back she did however add her own little grain to my affirmation.

"But ourselves and each other."

Azriel sadly made a mistake just then and lowered his bandaged hand too close to me.

I turn my head as fast as I can and make a loud clacking sound with my teeth biting into the air launching myself at his already wounded hand. I wouldn't have been able to reach it, not like I planed to, the idea was that he'd fear another bite and free me.

I did manage to escape his grip thanks to it but I also got thrown to the side and his hand being tangled up in my hair pulled out a bit of it.

"Ow!"

Looking to catch Roxy's eyes I give her a wicked smile hoping she'd understand, as she returns, it I know she does.

I stand up and take two strides towards her and Cassian before throwing myself forward with a jump, heading facefirst into the ground. From the outside it likely looked like I was gonna faceplant quite harshly into the ground but I was actually ready to curl up last minute and roll to soften my fall.

I didn't need to do that though when sweet Cassian did exactly as I expected him to and released Roxy to catch me in his arms, thank God he's as much of a gentleman as in the books.

"Woohoo! Thanks big guy."

Taking the hand Roxanne was offering me I hoisted myself regretfully out of Cassian's arms as he just looked at us confused.

My mouth fell wide open as it suddenly clicked together, everything made sense of course it did!

[starship-buccaneer]

This made me think of a fic where Wolfman and Hollywood are the only two flyboys left without kids because being the cool uncles is fun enough and it's not like a kid's going to just fall in their lap (terrible circumstances not withstanding) like Bradley did for Maverick and Iceman. Then Mav adopts the daggers, and the flyboys all love them, of course, but Wolfman gets to talking with Jake about their similar upbringings and how both of their families shunned them after coming out, and suddenly he realizes that he and Woody can be the family Jake needs.

Obviously, Iceman and Maverick have already staked their claim on him too, but if Jake and Bradley didn't work out, god forbid, then who was going to be looking after Jake? Besides, there was no way Mav or Ice had the right sensibilities for cowboy boot shopping that a proper Texan needed in a father figure.

Now, Wolfman just had to convince the three people who could bar him from adopting the other southerner: Hollywood, Iceman, and Maverick.

Also maybe Bradley, but he had leverage on Baby Goose, so he wasn't too worried.

First step, convince his husband.

"Hey handsome, uh, you know how we never did have kids, on account of us not having the pipes for it?"

"Uh huh." Woody has stopped chopping carrots and is looking at him with a single, discerning eyebrow raised.

"Well, I know it's a little late, but-"

"You want to adopt Hangman."

"I know he's a helluva lot like Mav, but-"

"He reminds you of yourself, and it'd give you a chance to buy more cowboy hats."

"PLUS we'd get Baby Goose as a son-in-law!" Wolfman gives Hollywood his most winning smile. "And he's already an adult, so we don't have to go through any of the teenage shit all the other flyboys did! And I know we've always happily been the fun uncles, but"

"Alright." Hollywood nodded with a smirk.

"-have you seen his hair? He's definitely just as into haircare as you are, so it's not like I'd be the only one bonding with him. And he's got-"

"Yeah." Hollywood's smirk turned into a grin.

"Two air to air kills! We can rub it in all the other flyboys faces that our son is a badass-"

Hollywood lays a hand on Wolfman's cheek. "Wolfy, baby, I'm saying yes. Let's take Jake under our wing."

The grin Hollywood got from his husband was worth the ridiculous amount of Texan slang he could already envision in his future.

Next Wolfman needed to convince Ice because Jake looked at the Iceman with stars in his eyes, and Wolfman knew he was going to need the ex-COMPACTFLT in his corner anyways if he wanted this to work.

"Ice Ice Baby." Wolfman grins.

"Dogman." Iceman glares.

"I want to adopt Jake."

"Okay."

"Can I count on your support?"

"Are you campaigning?"

"In a manner of speaking. Maverick's pretty attached, so I figured I'd need a real ace up my sleeve."

"Mav's the ace actually."

"Ha. Ha. So?"

"I'll consider it."

"Kazansky."

"Yes?"

"Please."

"Never call me Ice Ice Baby again, and I'll warm Mav up to the idea."

"Deal!"

"I've gotta warn you, though. Jake is currently the only person who calls Mav "Pops" and he's stupidly possessive over it. That's why Jake calls me Icedad now because Mav refuses to share the title."

"That's alright, Jake can call me Dad and Woody Mom for all I care."

Ice let out a quiet huff of a laugh and whispered to himself, "More like the other way around."

"What?"

"What?"

". . . Pleasure doing business with you, Admiral."

"Good luck."

Finally, it was time to talk to Maverick. And, admittedly, Wolfman was a little intimidated. Most would assume Iceman was the more formidable opponent, and most would be dead spanking wrong.

"No."

"Aw, come on Mav!"

"Sorry Wolfman, Jake's already part of the Mitchell-Kazansky household."

"What about Bradley? What's gonna happen when they fight?"

"I'll listen when they complain and do my best to support the both of them."

"And what's gonna happen if Jake and Bradley break up?"

"Ice and I will covertly conspire to get them back together. Have you met them? They're it for each other. "

"Yeah, obviously, but in the meantime?"

At that, Mav pauses. ". . . It'd be complicated."

"Exactly. I'm not saying he can't be part of your family, but Jake also deserves a family of his own, Mav. He deserves what Bradley's found in you and Iceman."

"So this isn't just about how much I fucked up with Brad?"

"Mav, shit. No, of course it isn't. Honestly, I don't know what I'd've done if I'd been in your shoes. I know Slider ranted and raved when it all went down, but I hope you know that all of us, even Slider, knew how complicated of a situation it was, and none of us hold it against you Especially not now that you've all gotten your shit together and Bradley's back for good."

"Thanks Wolfman"

"Anytime Maverick."

". . ."

". . ."

". . . Okay. Fine. You can adopt Jake."

"Yee haw!"

"And I already regret it."

"Hey Baby Goose!"

"Hey Uncle Wolf, Mav told me you're trying to adopt my boyfriend."

"Well, see, the thing about that is, um."

"I approve."

"Oh great, I didn't even have to use my leverage."

"What leverage?"

"1993."

"Say less. And if you ever tell Jake about that, I will set all of your cowboy hats on fire and cut up your bolo ties."

"Damn Baby Goose, you been talking to my husband?"

"Nope, it's just the same threat I use on Jake."

"Jake's got bolo ties? Can the kid get any more perfect?"

"I don't think so, but enough about Jake's terrible fashion choices."

"That's rich coming from you."

"Uncle Wolf, Jake's had it pretty rough where family is concerned," Bradley said seriously.

"I know Baby Goose," Wolfman replied with none of hid previous humor, "I don't know everything, but we did spend about five hours at last week's barbecue getting to know each other and by the end of the night, we were both talking about our shitty old men. I know he's got a lot of pain he's carrying around on his shoulders, and he reminds me of my younger self so much it kind of hurts. I told Maverick this during our conversation yesterday, but Jake deserves what you have with Iceman and Mav. He deserves a loving family. I know Woody and I have always been the fun uncles and that we never did plan on having kids, but when I look at Jake, I just can't help but think that Woody and I could be good for him."

"It's probably not going to be easy."

"Family never is."

"No, no it's not. But it's worth it."

"Yeah, yeah it is."

". . . Please don't buy him more cowboy hats."

"Too late."

OK, so we in the Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick have discussed and explored (in au format or canonical) Hangman’s father-son(mostly in-law) relationships with Iceman and Maverick.

But have we considered….Hangman and Wolfman.

THINK ABOUT IT - Wolfman meets Hangman at an Icemav barbecue. Wolfman knows he’s Rooster’s boyfriend, finds out he’s a southern boy from Texas, much like himself.(”You got a cowboy hat?” “Yes sir, I am from Texas, after all.” “Good answer, kid. I like you…”)

Then later on, while asking more about this intriguing kid that he’s come to like and identifies with a bit, he finds out from Maverick and Rooster that ever since he came out, Hangman doesn’t really have much of a relationship with his conservative, straight-laced, father anymore.

So Wolfman dials Ice’s number like his fingers are on fire.

“I’LL TAKE HIM! Can I keep him? Can-I-Can-I-Can-I-Can-I…?!!!”

“Why’re you asking me? Ask Maverick.”

“Fine, give Maverick the phone!”

“Y’know, it’s 2am - “

“ - Ice, come on!”

Ice grumbles and Wolfman can hear him saying something to Maverick, who then comes on the phone.

“…Alright, he’s yours.”

“YESSS!”

[judeswhore]

hiiii 🤠🤠 i absolutely love your writing

heres a request!! i saw this in some other post but ok so basically mase and y/n go out for like laser tag and theyre on opposing teams and she grabs him and slams him against the wall, kisses him, shoots him and walks away and hes just like😧😧😧

yes it’s stupid ik

ok ily byeeee

i wrote this at 2am so i’m sorry for any mistakes and for the fact it’s relatively short and i’ve never been to laser tag so i kinda winged what it was like BUT shush bff this isn’t stupid + it gave me major the hating game vibes

all’s fair on the field - mason mount

When you agreed to play laser tag with Mason, Declan and Lauren you did it with the reassurance that you and he would be on the same team and you could use him as a human shield. But of course, that wasn’t the case. Declan had assigned himself as leader and decided he and Mason should team up which meant you and Lauren would be playing opposite your incredibly annoying but incredibly tall and shield-like boyfriends.

“I’m gonna shoot Dec in the face.” Lauren grumbled while fiddling with her laser gun, her eyebrows drawn together in a frown. The two of you had ditched the rest of your team and were hiding behind a big wooden panel, taking turns peaking through the singular hole to see if you could see either Mason or Declan.

You’d devised a plan of sorts. Forget about every other player, your team and the opposing, and just focus on getting your boyfriends knocked out of the game. Lauren was convinced Declan only didn’t want to team up with her because he wanted to act all macho and like he could win on his own as a man. As for Mason, you knew he just liked the idea of beating you at something. But you’d played laser tag plenty of times before so he had no idea what he was in for.

"I'm not sure it'll work if you aim for his head." You told her, heart leaping slightly when you spotted Mason dropping off the top of a wooden panel similar to the one covering you. He dropped to a crouch, gaze sweeping the arena and you knew he was looking for you instead of actually watching for the other opponents. He didn't care if he shot them, he just wanted to shoot you.

"Do you think I'll be disqualified if I whack him with my gun?" You snorted softly, turning to look at your pouting friend.

"Yes, probably." Lauren made a noise in the back of her throat, kicking her shoe into the ground.

"Can you see them?"

"I can see Mase, I think he's going to go into that little shed thing." Lauren squeezed in beside you and you both watched Mason make his way over to the shed, his gun raised protectively. Lauren nudged you in the side.

"Go get him, I'll cover you from here." From where you were you couldn't actually see whether Mason had gone inside the shed but you were ninety percent sure he had so you nodded and peaked around the panel. You couldn't see anyone around you but before you stepped out you turned to Lauren. "Please don't murder Dec while I'm gone."

"I can't promise anything." You rolled your eyes at her dramatics and then took off towards the shed, hyper aware that anyone could pop out and shoot you before you got to Mason. Luckily the shed wasn't too far away but when you finally made it to the doorway after multiple checks no one was spying on you, the room was empty.

You furrowed your brows, gun aimed into the room and took one step into the door, confusion washing over you because you swore Mason came in here and you didn't see him run anywhere else.

"Hi, pretty girl." A hand slid around your waist and you yelped in surprise, Mason's laugh echoing around the empty shed. You whirled in his arms, frown turning into a glare as you met his gaze, his gun slung loosely at his side as he tried to stop his laughter.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack you idiot! Where the hell did you come from?” He shrugged his shoulders with a look of mock innocence.

“Behind the barrel. You’re not very subtle y’know sweetheart.” Mason’s eyes did a little sweep of the inside of the shed and you watched him tilt his head curiously. “Why are you in here? Not a very good hiding spot.”

“I thought you were in here.”

“Come to try and kill me?” He swung his gun a little as though to remind you he still had it and you rearranged your grip on yours, letting it fall almost uselessly to your side. If you wanted to beat Mason out right you had to play a little bit unfair.

“..No.”

“Why then, Little Miss Y/N, were you hoping to find me in an empty shed?” Mason moved further into the shed and now the two of you were standing right in the middle of the room. You watched him kick the door shut with the side of his foot and because of the moss covered windows the little shed went a little dark.

“Why do you think, Mount?” As though to emphasise your point you slowly dragged your gaze over his body and you briefly wondered how he looked so good in his suit when you looked like a child playing dress up. “You look pretty hot in that suit.” Mason raised his eyebrows at you, lips tilting into a smirk.

“Fraternising with the enemy?”

“I might be. If you want me to. I say we have about five minutes before Dec comes looking for you and with that door shut this is the first place he’ll look.” You tilted your head and waited for Mason’s answer but you knew even before he said anything that you had him in the palm of your hand.

“Best not waste any more time then.” A grin broke out on your face and before Mason could make a move to you, you stepped forward, one hand on his chest and pushed him back against the wall. His back hit it with a dull thud but you didn’t give him chance to complain as your pushed on to your tip toes and pressed your mouth to his.

The kiss was quick and messy and you felt Mason drop his gun to the floor in exchange for sliding his hands along your jaw to hold you against him. You did a little victory dance in your head because he had him completely, there was no way he’d be able to get his gun in time so it was basically game over for him now. You felt a tiny bit bad about cheating him and so out your all into the kiss, opening your mouth and letting him slide his tongue over yours.

Mason groaned softly into your mouth, the sound getting lost against your lips and slid one hand into the hair on the back of your head, tugging lightly on it. You nipped playfully at his bottom lip and slowly lifted the gun, placing one last kiss against his soft lips before pulling back and aiming the gun at the target on his chest. Mason was disheveled and looked like a deer caught in headlights when you pulled the trigger and his vest lit up to say he’d been hit.

Your grin was almost too big for your face and you’d never seen Mason look so shocked before, his lashes fluttering a few times as he gazed at you, unsure whether you’d actually just tricked him into losing. He brought a finger up and touched his lip in a daze.

“Did you just-“ You sauntered back to him and kissed his stubbly cheek before heading back towards the door, giddy with the thought that you’d beaten Mason at something relatively athletic for the first time ever. Your boyfriend’s eyes followed you and despite having been shot even he couldn’t stop the smile forming on his face at how well you’d played him.

“Tell Declan that’s what he gets for not wanting to have me on your team.” With that you pulled the door open, did a quick check no one was lingering and then dashed back to an impatient Lauren. Even after you’d left Mason kept staring at the door, head shaking slightly because you’d seriously used his weakness for you to your advantage and he hadn’t seen it coming.

He bent down to pick the dropped gun up off the floor just as Declan banged on the back window of the shed, eyebrows drawn together and a glare twisting his mouth.

“Who the fuck shot you?”

[chemicalpink]

Young Gods ❈ KNJ, JJK

❈ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

❈ Genre: smut, f2l kinda, but also s2l, fantasy!au, fluff if you squint, gods!au, wizard/witch!au

➛ Part of the Namkook Moonrise Masquerade hosted by @jamaisjoons

❈ Rating: 18+

❈ Wordcount: 4.2k

❈ Warnings: it is jungkook centric, it does have a somewhat heavy plot, double penetrative sex, magical sex, teasing, slightest corruption kink.

❈ Summary: Legend has it that if you were to walk all the way up to Hallasan, and if the land is welcoming enough, you should be able to see the most beautiful lake where it is rumoured to home the most powerful being the world has ever had the pleasure to meet, so when young warlock Jungkook starts having trouble with his magic, who could blame him for travelling all the way there in hopes of finding answers only to be met with the hottest man he’s ever seen. and really,  who could blame him for fostering the biggest crush on him without saying a word for ages? that is, until y/n, a long lost friend of Namjoon shows up. so really, who is he to blame if he lets the two greatest beings in existence use him for their pleasure?

❈A/N: SHE'S HERE. GOD THIS TOOK A WHILE. Please enjoy! ALSO, banner by @jamaisjoons, I do believe the only thing that keep me writing this was the banner lol. Do tell your thoughts on this bad baby, I was heading towards a larger fic but I didn't have time yet magical au is most definitely there for future fics.

The first time Jungkook realised just how powerful he was, he was fifteen years old, although his mother can recall him being around four and being able to master a potion that most common-born non-royal witches could only hope to get mediocre at once trained at their young twenties. Of course, his magic had soon become taboo around the village, having to hide himself behind years of his father’s training, his lineage a bit closer to royalty, not quite, but just enough for his son’s magic to pass as his own. If his customers notice how better his spell jars or potions get once Jungkook turns eighteen, they sure don’t comment on it. Not that they would be able to tell that the family was hiding a master of the magical arts that could rival the country’s most powerful witch in the blink of an eye. Those were just rumours going around, as far as the Jeon’s were concerned.

“Son, I believe it is about time you get some proper practice on your magic” his father mentioned bypassing one Sunday night as they both locked up the store. He turned to hi, somewhat confused.

“Look if this is about Seojun noona’s elixir being more powerful than it usually is I swear it was a rightful mixture, my trial was right beside her actual one and she entered the shop sooner and-”

His dad shakes a hand dismissively at him, rounding the counter into the small storage room, coming back in sight with a leather-bound book in between his hands, calloused fingers roaming the antique-looking pages “I am not quite sure how much truth an old man like your grandfather could hold, but it wouldn’t hurt to try” he turned the yellowing book towards him, fast and almost undescribable scribbles decorating the paper as he squinted down at it, his father handling the energy in it to make the content quite literally come to life, a storytelling spell all too familiar to him from his young age.

“Dad, you know I absolutely love bedtime stories, but I’d say I’m quite a bit too old now for-” before he can even think about finishing the sentence, a mountain comes into view, alive straight from the book’s pages, standing tall and proud dressed in green, almost touching the sky, a magical aura surrounding it, one that he could even feel just by looking at it “What’s that?”

“The old man used to tell me stories about an ancient being, the most powerful of them all, living on top of Hallasan” the pages turn by themselves, the image changing to a faceless man, standing almost as tall and proud as the mountain itself, performing all types of magic, some of them Jungkook himself hadn’t even heard of “Legend says he was outcasted by royalty in fear of revolution, wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for he is a child of Earth herself”

“I-I don’t think I’m following”

His father sighs loudly before his magic shuts the book closed, all magic gone on a whim “Jungkook, whatever this man was, if my father was right and he really did exist, you might be like him”

“But-but I was born of both you and mum” he couldn’t quite yet fathom the extension of his own magic, much less think about the probability of being more powerful than any other being that had walked the Earth in millennia. Even if the man was real, would he even be alive still? If he was as powerful as he was presumed to be, would he even take Jungkook under his wing? What if he wasn’t as lucky as the man from the book and word got out and his life was endangered?

“Jungkook just think about it, you might be a child of the Earth”

“What if I don’t want to be” he couldn’t quite face his father, feeling his own heartbreak as the older man deflated. Jungkook knew that perhaps his dad had entertained the idea of his only son being a creature out of a legendary book, could feel how proud it would make him, for Jungkook to be a hero, make history with the power he presumably held within, yet he couldn’t help but feel like a small child again, afraid at the uncertainty that the future could hold. “I- I’m good with just running the shop and helping you and mother out with stuff”

His father sighed before placing a gentle hand on his shoulders, a small act that made him feel even more like a child, one getting subtly scolded by his parents as they prepare him for his inevitable future. “Jungkook-ah, your mother and I- all we really want for you is to live your own life”

His ears perk up, gaze facing forward as he catches his mother standing with her arms crossed over her body, the softest motherly look on her face “And if that means for my baby to go find himself at some faraway place, then so be it” she comes to join his father by his side, both of them bracing each other as the thought of their child growing up simmers down on them. “We just want you to grow up to your full potential Kookie”

.-.-

It had taken quite some convincing for him to completely make up his mind, the negging looks from his father as he helped around the shop, the longing yet scolding gaze his mother held over dinner until he found himself preparing a small bag for the long trip– almost burning inside his mind the map contained in his grandfather’s grimoire from the many times he had read over what he once thought to be a legend out of a children’s storybook.

The trip itself wasn’t as difficult as it was troublesome, having to hike up the highest mountain in the land, the difficult part–if the Jeon’s memories were anything to go by– was having the Hallassan land spirit to like you enough to show itself, even a step further to have the legendary witch to show his home.

For quite some time Jungkook entertained the idea of the immense possibilities on how the wizard could look, every possible image popping up in his head some variation of a wrinkly old man hunched over himself, staff in hand and he couldn’t help but laugh soundly at it, picturing himself getting nagged at by such a figure, perhaps he would end up looking like one of those old scholars that came to his village from time to time. But how wrong was he.

It took him three days, two cold sleepless nights in the woods and running in circles for at least two hours in the nothingness that was the top of the mountain for the valley to show up right where he had started to venture– he could almost hear the forest spirits snickering at him. He really tried to be angry at it, almost went back down just out of spite, yet the clearing before him had him doing a double-take, the space was bright and clear, none of the trees from before on sight, the small dipping in the middle of it leading to a sort of entrance– this was what he came for.

Jungkook had been raised better than what he found himself doing– walking into a stranger’s house uninvited. Was it really uninvited if after knocking for a few minutes the door opened on its own?

He walks inside, small steps, unsure of himself, his past resolve crumbling down completely as he walks further in where he listens to a hushed voice coming from his left, a mop of silvery hair turned away from him, green warm clothes cradling the figure, Jungkook entertains the idea of an old man still, yet not so much hunched over himself if the deep hushed voice and the hair colour was anything to go by. “...Now where did I last see-”

"Hello-"

"Oh! great timing! the pay is where it always is" broad shoulders are still facing him as the man moved around, a couple of won bills on the counter where he had waved his hand dismissively, not even bothering to turn around, for a legendary creature perhaps leaving his home door open was a recurrent thing, what with the whole clearing hidden from the public eye and all.

"Oh I'm not-" he had tried to make himself knows as definitely not the person he was expecting yet the man kept mumbling to himself, apparently in deep thought at whatever it was

""—So then if we are able to move this around we should -" he had started moving around the room, still not facing Jungkook directly, just pointing to places around the spacious room as his free hand busied itself with picking books from the humongous shelf against the wall

"I'm- uh" his hands couldn’t be still, grasping at the bag over his shoulder, knuckles almost white as he clears his throat "I'm not-"

"Did you forget where-" the man turns around and Jungkook feels whatever little poise he had gained leave him in the spot, right in front of him is the most legendary creature in existence, recorded alive for millennia, a god in more ways than one, no old man in sight but the prettiest human he had laid eyes on, fierce sight set on him awkwardly hanging at the entrance as the man keeps blinking at him "uh"

He bows down almost instinctively, 90 degrees, hair falling onto his eyes as he does so "Mister sir- uh keeper of Hallasan"

"You aren't Soobin"

"Uh.. no I'm not"

The man doesn’t even flinch at the information of a stranger setting a foot inside his house, deep voice calm as ever as he asks "How did you even get in?"

"Uh the door was open" he points to the door in a futile attempt for it to not make it seem like he was the weirdo picking locks or something at a magical creature’s home

"No it wasn't" he moves to the door in the most graciously way he has ever seen someone do it, almost gliding across the floor, eyes never leave him except for the brief second where his hand tries the doorknob "huh it was. Weird"

It took the man less than a minute after his initial shock to turn to Jungkook and invite him in, a pair of teacups resting against the table as they seated parallel to each other, him crossing his legs in a nonchalant manner as Jungkook couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat– he certainly never thought he could come this far.

“So what can I do for you, Jeon Jungkook?” if he absolutely preened at the way that his name sounded in the stranger’s mouth, that was certainly something only for him to know.

The words died right on his tongue. There were certainly a lot of things the beautiful man seating across from him could do, none of them necessarily involving what he had initially come for, yet as the words take meaning inside his mind, he seems to short circuit yet again “I uh- you know- you know my name?”

He smiles a big smile, eyes crinkling into crescents, dimples showing and a heat simmering inside Jungkook’s belly “I know a lot of things, Jungkook” he stares off into space “Social skills are rusty, but they come back after getting a good look at you” Jungkook’s eyes must widen at the implication of his words. Could he read minds? Could he take a look into souls? “Just general stuff about you, don’t worry about it”

The man could definitely read minds.

Blink if you’re hearing this. The man blinks and Jungkook feels like fleeing. Wait. Everyone blinks, stupid. Perhaps some other time.

He somehow finds his voice, remembering the lingering question, the sole reason for him to be there “Mister Hallasan keeper, sir”

“Namjoon is fine”

“Mister Namjoon-ssi”

“Namjoon hyung”

Jungkook is sure this time his brain shortcircuits for real, for this complete stranger. Namjoon he corrects himself, to give him permission to call him so affectionately after only a few minutes of knowing him. After technically breaking- not breaking into his home.

Smile if you’re reading my mind. Namjoon smiles, something doesn’t sit right with him, he could very well be reading his mind, or simply smiling out of politeness at the extended silence Jungkook had caused, again. I’m onto you Mister Hallasan Keeper. Namjoon just smiles more fondly at him.

Jungkook goes on explaining his situation, from his rapid magic learning to being unable to wield his magic, to his father even suggesting that he could have been born from the Earth herself, just like Namjoon did all those millennia ago. The blond man restricts himself to listen to Jungkook speak, gaining a serious pose when he drops the reason for his visit, asking him for help. Jungkook’s almost sure he will deny it as he goes on to explain how his last magical apprentice had been there almost sixty years ago, going on about how he is pretty much a loner, no reason more than a brief excuse of being an outcast for practice differences with the village where Jungkook comes from, giving it a few seconds of thought before he accepts to have Jungkook under his wing, going as far as to give him a spare bedroom to sleep in along with the longest set of rules he had ever heard of.

Months with Namjoon look something more or less like this: waking up at 6 am sharp– something Jungkook had never done in his life, the first few times he had woken up later than that, it was almost impossible to know where his teacher had gone to. Have a rundown on the day’s activities and breakfast until 7. Jungkook was in charge of gardening on the 30-minute window of Namjoon harvesting for the spells he was due to make for the day. An hour of light reading– he knew better than to comment on how a thousand pages book was most definitely not light reading, but he did it anyway. He would then shadow Namjoon on whatever mystical task he had to do for the day before finishing up with him running basic high-level training with Namjoon’s guidance in the clearing– Namjoon had said that the Hallasan spirit would keep him safe and sound if he were to screw up, although so far all the spirit and her friends in the forest had done was laugh at his mistakes.

Five months in it, the whole routine came as second nature, he couldn’t even picture a day without Namjoon on it, not that there was anyone else that could pick up on the energy shift within it, Jungkook had learnt a lot from his teacher, not only in the magic department but about him as a person, couldn’t hide the lingering eyes, the curious touches of skin, every bit of information about Namjoon expanding that fondness feeling inside his heart, Namjoon was a man of habit, a powerful one at that, yet all those millennia living couldn’t hide the fact that Jungkook could see right through him, a lonely soul, as powerful as none other, yet so inherently say. Not even the whole power in the universe could keep him away from his own greatest danger: himself.

If you can read minds, kiss me. The kiss never came so perhaps Namjoon could never even read minds in the first place.

Now here’s the thing, Jungkook might be a mess when it comes to magic, but not so much at hiding his feelings, at least the best he could, Namjoon was as intelligent as men come and he had yet to notice. Namjoon’s friend that just happens to show up on a particularly lazy day– his teacher had said his magic tends to run out from time to time and would rather rest it; perhaps not so much.

Jeon Jungkook is a weak man. A weak man for beautiful things, like Namjoon, or you. Who just happened to walk inside Namjoon’s home like you owned the place– could he count it as his home too yet?

He could feel his heart wanting to leap out of him as soon as you introduced yourself, and perhaps he was imagining the way your eyes grazed over his figure before going to tease Namjoon, not that he stopped having heart eyes for the man when you walked in, he had enough heart eyes for the both of you, even if he had to keep them to himself. You were easier to warm up to than Namjoon if it was anything to go by, smoothly falling into conversation after you three had sat down for tea, walking up to Namjoon’s massive library, picking out books from their shelves as you asked him about his upbringings.

“The Jeon family? Oh, dearest, your grandfather was as good as wizards come” his brain cuts short as soon as the words leave your mouth, just how exactly could you have known the old man? The old wizard was presumably thrown out of the royal house for being unfit for ruling over the land. You playfully push your elbow against Namjoon “And I say this while knowing Joonie”

The blond man groans at your teasing.

“You-you knew my grandpa?”

“Yeh, such a shame he decided to be a mortal” Your initial interest seems to diminish as you turn to face the books yet again, a particular red cover catching your attention.

“What”

Jungkook faintly hears Namjoon standing up from his chair to try and get in between his conversation with you, although all he hears seems to come as if the voices were kept under cotton inside his ears “Y/N you’re overwhelming the kid”

For such a calm and collected posture, he had maintained not only while learning with Namjoon but back at home too, hearing such a word coming out of him really tips the glass “I’m not a kid! Why is everyone always treating me like a child!” surely it did seem rather childish to have an outburst like that, yet his mind couldn’t help but reel in all those other times in his stay where Namjoon had dismissed him from helping, saying it was a rather complicated spell you should wait this one out Jungkook. Or something along the lines of when you get stronger. It did seem the type of things one would say to their petulant child.

“Jungkook waits” Namjoon groans as he retreats to his assigned room, you can’t help the softness inside you at the way that strong independent loner Namjoon reacts to his apprentice being pissed off, certainly a first.

“You pissed off the kid” your remark isn’t that much well digested as Namjoon throws a dagger-like glare your way, groaning as he throws his head back against the couch

“Why am I parenting again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you offer him a tight lip smile, you had heard a lot about Jungkook even before you had walked inside the wizard’s home, like a reader of a slow-burning love story, you knew that ‘parenting’ was most definitely not the dynamic in his relationship with the younger, not with the way Namjoon had described the little mannerisms of his apprentice, or the way that he described his figure as the strongest back I’ve ever seen with such a tiny waist when he sent you a letter asking you to visit him.

The thing with the dynamic you had with Namjoon had been one going on for hundreds of years, feeding off of the magic that only such powerful creatures like you and him could conjure, effective yet dependent as when either of you two was in dire need of a boost, you would have to pay him a visit to work your magic. Jungkook hadn’t appeared after his little outburst, probably hidden in his room, taking only a few minutes of Namjoon glancing expectantly at the place where the younger had disappeared before you dragged him towards his room in an all too practised manner.

The whole environment was always on the calm side whenever you two get to it, something along the lines of strictly business, yet an undeniable connection between the two. Namjoon had you against his door, a dimly lit lamp on his desk, strong hands holding you in place at your waist as he leaned down to connect both of your mouths, eyes fluttering shut as he did so. Your hands found themselves tangled in his blond tousled hair in no time as he deepened the kiss, moving the both of you towards the bed as magic started glowing dimly within you two, connecting and feeding off of the spark of the situation, magic so profound and delicate that only immortal beings could hope to master. Namjoon placed himself against his elbows as you straddled his hips, your figure teasingly humping his growing bulge inside his pants as his breath started to become ragged, his own magic reaching forward to yours, just the way his lips chased yours. Yet there was only so much ominous Namjoon could handle. His hands were quick to undress both of you in between hot caresses and messy kisses as both of your bodies seem to move on their own accord, the magic itself doing the most out of the tantric experience, moans slowly but surely filling up the room as Namjoon positioned the tip of his hard cock on your entrance, teasing your folds for a few seconds before you settled on top of him in a familiar manner, sinking down on him as he throws his head back, letting out a groan. You are almost sure Jungkook could hear you both, yet your mind so clouded you wouldn’t have given it a second thought with Namjoon’s cock filling you up so nicely as you moved up and down on his length, that is until out of the corner of your eye you catch the casted shadow outside the dimly lit room.

"Your puppy is outside," You say as you stop moving on him, not quite removing yourself from the situation, yet you feel the magic in the room flickering faintly as if going dormant.

"What" Namjoon’s eyes are surprised as he lets reality sink in, his magic safely sated from the small act

"The kid that has an obvious crush on both you and me?” you state matter of factly as Namjoon’s jaw goes slack “He's watching us from behind the door"

As if on cue, there’s a rustling behind the door, feet rapidly resounding against the floor "No I'm not!"

Namjoon sighs loudly "JK just come in, I know this might seem.." the door opens and you could swear Jungkook’s eyes are about to leave his skull at the image he’s present with "weird"

"incredibly hot," they say at the same time, rendering both of them speechless

"huh kid's horny" you start removing yourself from Namjoon’s cock as your magic starts tingling, now reaching out for the younger "i like it"

"Y/N please"

You gesture by raising your hands as if surrendering, yet you know just how the night had taken a turn, willing to satiate your magic’s needs “He doesn’t like your PG training, let me handle this”

Jungkook is still sporting his Bambi eyes as he feels himself pulled into the room, closing the door softly behind him as he can only stare at you as you make your way towards him, lips ghosting over his “So tell me Jungkookie” your hand trails down to bring him closer to your naked body, taking his hand in yours and guiding it to your ass “Just how much are you willing to render of yourself for me and Joon?”

“All of me”

Jeon Jungkook might as well had been an erotic wizard like yourself if by the way he manhandles you and surrenders you to Namjoon like a loyal apprentice would to his master was anything to go by. Namjoon’s stare alone has the young man pliant as he caresses tan skin under his fingers, achingly curious as the youngest takes turns to kiss the eldest and yourself, Namjoon’s fingers playing with his nipples, your own hands working his length to life after your magic had completely undressed him, feeling both your and Namjoon’s magic reaching for Jungkook’s in a way you didn’t know was possible. A few kisses and lingering touches in, minds clouded with lust, kissing noises and moans taking over the space, Jungkook takes no time in positioning you on top of him, back to his chest as his length stretches you deliciously, long fingers playing with your clit as his own legs separate your thighs as if offering you up to his master, Namjoon looking like a man starved as he positions himself against Jungkook’s cock, his tip meeting no resistance as he glides in and nestles next to Jungkook, stretching you like no other time you could fathom, groans and ragged breaths of the men under and above you working you to your own climax, babbled words coming out of the youngest’s lips along with a promise of becoming yet another young god under your spell.

[cherryobx]

𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 || 𝐑.𝐂 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

requested?: yes

summary: Rafe finds your diary and all the letters addressed to him.

warnings: language, invasion of privacy (reading someone's diary), tiny bit of fluff in the end

WC: 1.4k

-GIF CREDIT @starkey-babie -

Opening up to people is one of the scariest things in the world for a lot of people. The thought of someone knowing your deepest darkest thoughts makes your stomach turn.

It's not like you didn't want to open up to your boyfriend more. It was that you didn't know how to. How does one just talk about what they really feel? It seemed weird to just bring the topic up over dinner or when golfing. Was there a right time? And was the right time ever going to come?

At the beginning of your relationship with Rafe you started writing letters to him in your diary. You weren’t sure if you were ever going to show them to him but that was the only way you could say what you wanted to say without actually saying it out loud.

For months, as your relationship grew more and more, you kept writing letters addressed to him. You kept your diary so hidden that sometimes you even forgot where you had put it. You didn’t want to risk anyone ever seeing it. Those were your personal thoughts. The ones you’d never want anyone other than yourself to read.

One night, you and Rafe had planned to go out to a party, just to let loose for the night and have fun. You were in such a hurry doing your hair and make-up that you had forgotten your diary on your bedroom table. Literally an open book.

“Babe?” Rafe entered your room without knocking. He never did so. Why would he if there were high chances of seeing you naked or getting dressed.

“In the bathroom,” you yelled, trying not to mess your eyeliner up. You were so close to getting both of the wings to look even.

Usually he would hop onto your bed to wait for you but this time, seeing the open notebook on the table, he was intrigued to sit behind the table. He recognized your handwriting as his eyes scanned the pages in front of him.

“What the fuck?” he quietly mumbled as he started flipping through the pages, seeing his own name on top of many of them. He started reading the most recent one of them all.

Dear Rafe,

It’s our 6 months anniversary today. Wow it really has already been that long. But it’s kind of hard to believe so much time has passed because whenever I’m with you time just stops. It’s like we’re living in our own little bubble at our own pace. And I like that about us. But the thing is, I still don’t know how to really open up to you. I want to tell you how beautiful you look when you first wake up, messy hair and morning voice and all. I want to tell you that hearing your laugh makes me instantly happy. I want to tell you that when you look at me I go weak in the knees. I want to tell you that your smile is my favourite thing in the whole world. I want to tell you how much better you make my life, how I care about you more than anyone else. I want to tell you how happy you really make me. I want to tell you how much I really love you. I want to tell you so many things but it’s like my mind just goes blank whenever I try to do that. I feel like I should be able to do that. But why can’t I? It’s keeping me up at night. Maybe one day I’ll be able to tell you all of this. Hopefully before it’s too late. I love you, Rafe, much more than you’ll ever know.

Yours truly,

Y/N

“Do you really go weak in the knees when I look at you?” he asked, a small smirk on his lips.

Your eyes widened in horror. The eyeliner in your hands fell into the sink, drawing a few black lines onto the white ceramic.

Slowly, you walked out of the bathroom. Your heart was beating so fast it was about to give out. When he said those words, you knew exactly where he had gotten them from. Your mind was running a million miles an hour, all of the worst case scenarios popping up.

He sat on your chair, feet up on the table and your diary in his hands.

For a moment you were absolutely speechless, you didn’t know how to react. This is exactly what you had been trying to avoid all this time. And now it was all happening.

“What the fuck, Rafe?” your voice barely a whisper, tears already forming in your eyes.

Then you screamed. “What the fuck?”

He winced at the tone and loudness of your voice.

“Why would you do that, Rafe. That’s personal. You have no right to just read someone else’s diary. What the fuck is wrong with you?” The tears falling down your cheeks ruined your make-up completely but you didn’t care even a little bit in that moment.

He placed the notebook back on the table and stood up. He tried to hug you but you stepped back.

“Don’t fucking touch me right now!”

The severity of the situation had finally reached him. He had fucked up, majorly. He should’ve never even looked at what you wrote in that notebook.

“Y/N…”

“No, no, no! Shut up! Do you have any idea how wrong of you that was? That was an invasion of privacy. Those are the things that I never want anyone to see. And then you fucking do that shit?”

“But it was just sitting right there and I saw my name. I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “That doesn’t fucking mean you can just read that! Oh my God.”

You felt like your legs were going to give out so you sat onto your bed and hid your face in your hands. He sat beside you but kept his distance. He might’ve acted like an asshole but he still wanted to respect your wishes. Even though he had just read your diary, which had definitely been off-limits.

You both sat there for a few minutes in silence before you spoke up.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“It’s okay, you had every right to.”

You scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, hiding your face in his chest. Cautiously, he wrapped his arms around you as well.

“I’ve never known how to talk about what I feel or what I think. I don’t know, it’s just really hard for me, I guess. When I met you and we started dating, I started writing letters to you. It was the only way for me to get it all out of my system. I never meant to actually send them to you or show them to you.”

You took a break since your voice started quivering. You took a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down.

“And what you did was wrong. It was fucked up. But...the letters were addressed to you so I’m not going to hold it against you. But don’t you ever fucking touch my diary without my permission ever again or it’s gonna be last thing that you do.”

He chuckled lightly and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I promise.”

“Now, how about we stay here tonight and I’ll let you read a few of those letters?” you offered, pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes.

“Are you sure?” He placed his hands on your cheeks as he gently wiped away the tears with his thumbs.

“I mean you already read one so a couple more are not gonna hurt me. Plus, I think you deserve to know how I really feel about you since I haven’t been able to actually tell you.”

“Then okay, sure.”

“And, I promise I’ll try to start saying these things to you in person. It's probably gonna take time for me to completely open up to you like that but I’ll try to get there.”

“And I’ll be here for every step of the way.”

Outer Banks taglist: @taylathornton @jjmaybanksbaby @maybanksslut @dirtytissuebox

Rafe Cameron taglist: @teenwaywardasgardian @canibeoneofthepogues @vintageobx @nehireerdogan @samlovessylvie @noellesideas @tomhardybby @drewstarkeysbitchh @in-my-body-bag

(couldn't tag the crossed out ones for some reason)

[elizabethemerald]

Danny is, if nothing else, a magnificent bullshitter. He would almost call bullshitting his way into and out of situations to be his greatest strength, if it weren't for the whole saving people thing. He doesn't know these people. Not the way they seem to know and accept him. But that doesn't mean he can't bullshit like he does.

He takes the time of Nightwing leading him through breathing exercises to come up with a plan. Or at least the approximation of a plan.

Things he knows: His parents cut him open last night, so even if he were to leave the Batcave (Batcave!!) he wouldn't have anywhere else safe to go. And he's still badly injured and in need of medical care and time to recover. Care the Waynes seem willing to give, though he doesn't know how much time he has.

He feels a guilty at the idea of taking advantage of the heroes, learning their secrets, pretending to be someone they care about when they don't really know him and as soon as Desiree's magic breaks they'll remember and hate him.

But maybe he could pay them back? Actually that would be perfect. As soon as he's back in fighting condition, he could help protect them while they are out protecting Gotham. He could infuse their computers with ectoplasm so they could hack through any non infused firewalls in existence. He could make and give them protections against being overshadowed. He could spend the rest of his life paying them back.

With his plan, such as it is, in his mind he relaxed back against the medical bed. He saw the relief on Nightwing's face. And on Bruce Wayne's face, and wasn't that a trippy thought. It's ok, he could do this.

"I'm sorry I made y'all worry about me." He said, his words slurring out of him. Oh, whatever drugs he was on made him speak a little more honestly than he thought.

"It's ok, Baby Spooks!" Nightwing said with a smile. Bruce stepped and put a large hand gently on Danny's shoulder. He had to fight down a flinch at the reminder of what his dad had done to him.

"'Wing, was anyone else hurt?" Danny had to ask, he had to make sure that Desiree didn't hurt Gotham's heroes when she placed him with them. He also hoped shortening his hero name would be an acceptable nickname until he learned his real name.

"Nope, we were able to get you out of there in time. You took quite a beating last night." There was a moment of confusion on his face before it slipped away to acceptance. Got it, don't ask questions about the past, they would put it together faster if he did that. "I'm going to head up, Alfred should be down to check on your bandages shortly."

That left Danny alone with Bruce. Bruce Wayne. Batman. THE Batman! Well Bruce had called Danny his son, so he could play of that. He knew how fathers and sons were supposed to act, even if his relationship with his own dad had been so wrong lately. Danny grabbed the hand that was on his shoulder and placed it on his face, leaning into the gentle touch.

"Thanks for saving me dad." Danny whispered. The drugs in his system were dragging him back to sleep, but he briefly saw Bruce's face twist in surprise before softening into a loving expression.

"Of course Danny. We'll always be there for you."

.

Danny learned a lot in the next couple of days. Nightwing's name was actually Dick (And Danny almost popped a stitch trying not to laugh the first time he heard that. Fortunately he could blame the drugs). Tim was Red Robin, Damian was Robin, Duke was Signal, Oracle and Nightwing had history that everyone made fun of, same with Stephanie (Spoiler) and Tim. He knew there was someone named Cass that wasn't in the manor right now that Steph had the hots for and someone named Jason that Bruce had a complicated history with.

After a few days Alfred, the family butler, but obviously so much more, said Danny was healed enough to return to his room in the manor above the Batcave, but he was still on bedrest for another week. He trusted Alfred even though he wanted to get out and start helping protect the Bats to pay back his debt. Instead he snuck into the Cave and infused the Batcomputer with ectoplasm. Tim suddenly found his multiple hacks and searches that he was running finding results far faster than he had expected.

Not being able to help more was killing Danny a little. He already hated owing people debts, and he hated people he cared about being in danger. And despite his best efforts to the contrary he was starting to care for this strange family. He hoped once he was recovered and could help out more directly they would be able to forgive him for using them, though he doubted they would ever forgive him for learning their secret identities, though he promised himself he would take that secret to his grave, if he actually got a grave the next time he died.

The bats have so many folks around, even if they aren't always working together. Enough that folks like to joke/write about Danny just kinda showing up acting like he already lives there. He just kinda blends in.

I'd love to see more magic motivated versions of this. Some kind of spell that affects the bat's perceptions of the past and present, making them actually miss that this boy wasn't with their family too long ago. Maybe it changes their understanding like it's a time line shift, maybe it fogs their mind just a tad and makes them glaze past something like it wasn't even there. I like the second if only because I feel like that would make it more likely for the bats to realize a spell was a foot.

Imagining this from Danny's side, hes terrified this whole time of getting found out. He knows how and when he showed up here and maybe even how flimsy whatever magic is in place is. Imagining a Desiree wish that was either very carefully worded or Not so carefully worded. Maybe he placed himself with the Wayne family with the expectation that he would quietly mooch of some rich idiot until he was ready to be on his own. Or maybe he wished himself to be a part of the batclan, taking up a mask and patroling with them as a bird that Doesn't Exist.

Ofc eventually the spell has to be broken, leaving the bats confused worried scared angry probably even amused, and a billion other things. WHY did this teenager decide to adopt himself into the Wayne/bat family? Who the hell is he and where did he come from. Someone call Zatanna, there is some magic Fuckery going on.

[bruhstories]

Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."