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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years ago

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Motion Sickness, Xu Shangqi

Yes, I wrote this out self projection. I myself have a very weak stomach and can therefor very easily and quickly catch motion sickness.

For those interested about what motion sickness is and what it means for me: Quick story of it, my stomach cannot stand a lot of motion, especially when my brain is unaware of the direction my body is moving in. I get nauseous and light headed and just feel the bile rising up in my throat. So when I go on long car rides for vacation and I cannot see the navigation, I could easily throw up in the car in a matter of seconds. When I sit on the wrong side of the car, I get sick. When I look anywhere else but outside in the car, I get sick. When the car is taking turns instead of driving straight ahead, I get sick. It’s really annoying and it’s still something I struggle with a lot. I get it on amusement rides, rollercoasters, boats; even when I just move around to quickly or too much. So when I was watching that scene in Shang-Chi where they drive to Ta Lo, all I could think about was how terrible I would’ve been in that situation. And it inspired me to write this (stupid as it may sound.) Yes, I am aware there is medication for this, but it happens a lot of the times and would I keep using and buying it, I would spend way more money than I actually need to. I only use it for long car rides and boat trips.

Fanfic, female! reader

Fluff, bit of angst

Tw: SPOILERS, motion sickness, description of nausea, lightheadedness, description of vomiting, rising temperature, half consciousness, self projected, description of losing consciousness (but not really), Shang-Chi being worried, established relationship, use of Y/N. Also, I could not find the script anywhere, so half of the dialogue is probably wrong.

Summary: When escaping Wenwu’s home, you join the ride to Ta Lo, even as you are aware that you get severe motion sickness in cars and most definitely will end up throwing up later. Shang-Chi knows this and tries to help, but you can’t talk nausea out of someone. Upon arriving in Ta Lo, you’re barely conscious and Shang-Chi gets concerned.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Shang-Chi asked, as you sat outside the car you just escaped in.

The ride from Wenwu’s home had been difficult to say the least. You got very nauseous in car rides, and you knew that, yet you wanted to be there for Shang-Chi when he would travel to his mother’s village. It was already clear it was not going to be an easy journey, but you insisted on joining the ride.

At the moment, you were catching some fresh air after the eventful car ride earlier. You forced your nausea down, smiling up at Shang-Chi.

“Oh yeah. I’ll be fine.” You assured, standing up and taking a deep breath in.

“You know you don’t have to come along.” He tried again, but you ignored his offer.

“I said I’ll be fine.” You insisted, walking back towards the car. Shang-Chi let out a sigh of defeat before opening the door to the passenger seat.

“Actually, Trevor was going to sit there. Seeing as he kind of holds the information and stuff.” Katy said, gesturing towards the man behind you two.

“He can do that from the back.” Shang-Chi said, but you shoo’d him, opening the door behind the passenger seat.

“I can sit here too.” You announced, sitting down before your boyfriend could say anything about it.

“Y/N-“ “Don’t Y/N me.” You interrupted. “If I get sick, it’s my own damn fault.”

He groaned before stepping in on the other side, his sister seated between the two of you.

“Is something wrong?” She asked, looking towards you with a worried glance.

“She gets sick in car rides.” Shang-Chi announced, putting on his seatbelt.

“Don’t worry.” You reassured her, “If I’m going to throw up, I’m going to aim for Shang-Chi. You’ll be fine.”

“You’re going to throw up?” She questioned, frowning at the statement.

“I’ll try not to, if it’s any consolation to you.” You offered, throwing off your jacket before bundling it up and letting it rest on your lap, holding it against your stomach lightly.

“I hope you’re strapped in. Morris tells us we need to leave now.” Trevor announced, simultaneously making Katy push the gas.

As you’re driving, Katy keeps a steady pace, causing a feeling of relief to wash through you. If this was going to be the pace you’d keep during the ride, nothing could really go wrong.

In front of the car, the trees suddenly started to separate, creating a road for Katy to drive on. You gasped at the sight, having never seen anything like it before.

“This is so cool.” Katy quietly awed. You hummed in agreement, staring at the greens out of the window.

“Morris says you might want to speed up.” Trevor announced, looking at the rearview mirror. Katy followed his look, before letting a curse word slip and speeding up. All three of you in the back quickly looked behind, eyes widening at the sight of the trees closing back.

You turned around the second you saw what was happening, not ready to move forward while looking back.

“Take a left.” Trevor instructed.

“When?” Katy wondered, sparing the man a single glance.

“Now!” He ushered.

Katy took a sharp turn at his words, causing you to immediately grab hold of the handle on the door. Xialing and Shang-Chi both fell towards your side, not having prepared for the turn. You let out a little chuckle at the sight of them, but stopped as the familiar feeling of nausea hit you again.

“Right!” Trevor instructed. Yet again, Katy listened to him, taking a sharp right turn as the woods split into two again.

You had yet to let go of the handle, but you figured it might the closest thing you’d get to grounding at the moment. You felt Shang-Chi’s eyes drill holes into your head, but you refused to look at him. Instead, you kept you eyes on the window outside, knowing shooting your glance anywhere else might lead to some unfortunate consequences.

“Right again!” And at those words, the car stumbled around. Your stomach started feeling heavy as your head grew lighter, but you refused to acknowledge it, silently wishing for it to be over soon. You knew what would happen. You brought this upon yourself and you had no one to blame but yourself. You were in this now and you would not complain about it.

“Left!”

The next turn came completely unexpected to you, causing you to lose grip of the handle and the jacket on your lap, your hands trying to hold onto the seat in front of you.

As the car was on a straight line again, Shang-Chi quickly leaned over, grabbing your jacket and handing it to you, before opening your window slightly, allowing fresh air to fill the car. He shot you a silent look before returning to his seat.

“Drive faster!” Trevor urged, looking in the rearview mirror again. The forest seemed to close in behind you in an even faster rate now.

Katy just followed his lead, pushing the gas pedal down all the way. The car was hurled forward as your stomach began to flip. You leant your head against the window, your jacket pressed tightly against your stomach.

“Right!” Trevor yelled, the wind that blew into the car now becoming louder than his voice.

As Katy followed his directions, your clothes began to uncomfortably cling to your body, your hair slowly sticking to your forehead. You felt the bile rising up your throat, but you swallowed it back down, knowing there was no way of stopping now.

As Trevor kept shouting instructions, you began to wonder when this maze would end. It had been more terrible than you predicted. Perhaps the nausea of the earlier car-ride still lay heavy on your stomach, which only increased with the current journey. Or maybe the fact that there were no blinkers or navigation used, made your brain confused and uncomfortable, leaving you with a sickening feeling. Perhaps it was a combination of both.

Had this been a bad idea?

Definitely.

Would you ever confess it?

Never.

“Close the window!” Trevor yelled to Katy, holding his hands over his ears.

“Do not close the window!” Shang-Chi shot after him, holding his hand beside Katy’s seat, leaving her unable to access the window buttons.

Your head rested against the backside of the chair in front of you, trying to keep the dizziness at bay, but with every following turn, you felt that uncomfortable substance rising back up. Your head felt too light to lift it now, but your stomach forced you to keep it up before everything would come back out.

You let your head fall towards the window, keeping it up in order to swallow everything down again. The sour feeling stung your throat, nearly making you gasp in uneasiness, but you did your best not to show it. The open window that provided you with fresh air, had begun to lose its purpose, now only filling you with a loud pounding in the ears, every other word suddenly passing by unheard. It wasn’t until you felt a warm hand on the one that clung to your jacket, that you moved your head.

Before even looking, you knew it was Shang-Chi, but there was little he could do for you now. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he held out a bottle of cold water and a plastic bag. You gratefully took the offer, taking small sips from the bottle before placing the plastic bag on top of your jacket, just in case things would go sideways.

Your hands had grown all warm and soggy, nearly gliding off of the fabric. Your shirt was now nearly glued to your back. The hair you had refused to put up earlier was now suffocating your neck with a heat attack. You could feel the sweat of it fall down your body, making you move uncomfortably in your seat. A sharp ringing filled your ears, your vision showing black dots from time to time.

The car increased its speed suddenly. You had no idea what was happening, but you closed your eyes, not willing to look outside anymore. You needed your focus on your body, trying so desperately to maintain it.

Katy’s screaming disturbed the ringing in your ears as you felt an annoying banging against your brain.

And just like that, the car stopped moving. Heavy breathing was heard all around the car, but you had yet to open your eyes. The nauseating feeling was far from over. You figured it was best to continue driving before you would have to experience everything again.

“Everyone okay?” Katy asked, which went answered by multiple hums.

“Morris says to go right through there.” The man in front of you announced.

“Through the waterfall?” Katy asked incredulously.

“Yes.” Was the simple answer.

And then, the car was moving again. You heard the window beside you shut, but you made no intention to open your eyes yet.

“Y/N?” You heard Shang-Chi ask, but you ignored him, waving your hand towards him in a “let it go” manner.

How long the car had been driving afterwards, you did not know. You didn’t look outside, the earlier trip still heavy on your stomach. It wasn’t until the car suddenly stopped, that your stomach decided enough was enough, and resorted to throwing everything out.

You were hunched over the bag in your hands, the vomit slowly leaving your throat, much to your discomfort. You felt two gentle, yet unfamiliar hands wrap around your hair before tying it in a simple pony tail.

Your body felt as if it was on fire, your shirt definitely drenched by now. You tried to catch your breath, but you threw yourself back over the bag before you knew it. A second round falling out just as terrible as the first one.

You could hardly comprehend the door beside you opening, followed by a hand slowly, but steadily rubbing your back. You kept yourself above the bag, even though you were fairly sure you were done now. You began tying it, but it was taken from you before you could grab the ends.

As you unbuckled yourself and stood back up, black spots appeared in your vision again, making you stumble outside, before forcing you to sit down, your back against the car.

“Babe, can you hear me?” You faintly heard, making you hum silently, leaning your head against the car too, your eyes closing again.

“Are you okay?” He asked again, the voice now nearer.

“I just threw up twice. What do you think?” You mumbled.

Your statement went ignored, a soft hand being placed on top of your head instead.

“You’re burning up.” He remarked, untying your hair and wrapping it in a bun instead, making you sigh in relief.

“Give me a few minutes.” You stated quietly.

“Can you give me that bottle of water?” You followed up in a whisper. It was quiet for a moment before you felt the cold bottle back in your hands. You finished it quickly, handing it back when you were done.

“Do you need anything else?” He wondered again, his hand softly touching your cheek.

“A cold shower.” You mustered out, throwing your head forward, making it rest against Shang-Chi’s chest. “And a few painkillers.”

A low chuckle escaped his throat as his hand rested on your back, making you since slightly at the hot and sweaty shirt now being pushed against your body.

“Can you move yet?” He whispered patiently, letting you go, though he allowed your head to keep resting against him.

“Give me a moment.” You muttered, one of your hands falling to your stomach as if it would calm it down.

“That’s okay.” He answered, shifting a little bit before resting his head on top of yours, one of his his hands connecting with the one that was on your stomach.

“Xialing is doing the talking anyway.” He explained, his second hand falling to your neck and stroking it affectionately.

“Tell me when to get up.” He proposed, letting you pick your time and comfort.

You hummed in response, happy to be in his arms back on solid ground. You tried turning in your position, but your body quickly show down the idea, fresh nausea returning fast.

Shang-Chi understood what you were trying to do, luckily. He grabbed your waist, carefully turning you around, making your back rest against his chest.

“You’re drenched in sweat.” He noticed aloud, though that was the only thing he did about it.

Your head fell back in the crook of his neck, making Shang-Chi smile and rest his head against yours. Your hand tried reaching for his, even though you could not see anything right now.

“You want more water?” He misunderstood, his voice vibrating through his chest.

You just shook your head lightly, grabbing his arm and letting your hand slide down it until your hand connected with his. He squeezed it in comfort, before wrapping his arms around your body, holding you against him tightly, your hands toying with his fingers.

“I’m tired.” You whispered. “Do you mind if I fall asleep right here?”

Once more, Shang-Chi chuckled. “Of course not, babe.”

“Thank you.” You mumbled, sinking into his arms, nausea slowly subsiding as your mind finally drifted off.

You were glad he had been understanding, instead of cocky and full of himself at the moment. He did not mention your stubbornness earlier or your stupid comments. And you were thankful for that. You were far too tired or nauseous to deal with these comments now. They’d have to wait until tomorrow morning. Besides, a cold shower was next on the agenda, whether Ta Lo had that or not.

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seconds-not-decades · 3 years ago

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Time and Chase

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! OC

Author's Note: Hello and welcome. This is a major throwback but we are kicking off my TUA series of fics all the way from season one so that this story actually makes sense. Or about as much sense as it can be. I will be posting daily. *Please note that I am well aware that Elliot Page portrays Viktor, but due to season one being before his transition, that is why his character is still Vanya. I am not deadnaming him and I sincerely hope I don't come across as such. I will transition when I write season three.*

Warnings: Long post, mentions of Reginald's death, blood, violence (looking at you Diego and Luther), and cursing.

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*Gif credits to its original source/creator*

We Only See Each Other At Weddings And Funerals

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On the first day of October, 1989, forty-three women around the world simultaneously gave birth. None of the women showed any prior signs of pregnancy. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and playboy adventurer, made it his personal mission to find and adopt as many of these children as possible.

He got seven of them.

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March 24th, 2019

A bright blue light flashed outside the window, causing all the Hargreeves to abruptly pause their dance party. Crashes and the sound of shattering windows occurred from the crazy winds.

Luther, Diego, Allison, and Vanya Hargreeves all rushed outside into the courtyard to see what exactly was going on. A bright, blue orb was forming in the darkening, swirling clouds in the sky.

"What is it?" Vanya yelled above the howling wind.

"Don't get too close!" Allison warned.

"Yeah, no shit," Diego shot.

"Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly. Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two!" Luther tried to make sense.

"Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan," Diego remarked.

Suddenly, Klaus Hargreeves came scurrying out of the house with a fire extinguisher in his grasp. "Out of the way!"

"What are you…?" Luther trailed off.

Klaus chucked the fire extinguisher at the portal with all his might and the portal just swallowed it.

"What is that gonna do?" Allison cried.

"I don't know. Do you have a better idea?"

The portal began to crackle as two figures seemed to be forming.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Everyone get behind me!" Luther instructed with authority, pushing his siblings behind him.

"Yeah, get behind us," Diego spoke up with a hint of jealousy.

"I vote for running! Come on!" Klaus exclaimed.

More electricity crackled as the two people fell out of the portal and screamed when they landed. The thunder faded, along with the clouds and the blue portal. The siblings slowly crept over as their long-lost brother, Five Hargreeves, along with a young blonde girl groaned and stumbled to their feet.

"Does anyone else see little Number Five and a random teenage girl, or is that just me?" Klaus questioned.

Five and the girl looked at one another, seeing that they were back in their thirteen year old bodies.

"Shit!" they both exclaimed in disbelief.

Five led the girl off, leaving their rather speechless siblings to process the fact that their brother returned. More or less brought a girl with him.

They fumbled after the two as Five blinked himself and the girl into the basement kitchen. The rest of his family piled onto the other side of the table. Rather hungry, Five began making some peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches.

"What's the date?" Five questioned.

"The exact date," the girl added.

Vanya frowned. "The 24th."

"Of what?" Five prodded her onwards.

"March."

"Good."

"So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther wanted to know.

Five ignored him, still fixing his sandwich. The girl was sitting next to him, awkwardly watching him and his siblings. The others exchanged a glance, wondering who she was.

"It's been 17 years," Luther stood up.

Five scoffed. "It's been a lot longer than that." He blinked around the male to grab some peanut butter and marshmallows.

"I haven't missed that," Luther sighed as Five blinked back to the table where his sandwich awaited.

"Where'd you go?" Diego asked.

"The future. It's shit, by the way," Five replied.

"Called it!" Klaus piped up.

"I should've listened to the old man. You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice," Five rambled, looking at his family.

"Nice dress," the girl complimented Klaus almost shyly.

"Oh, well, danke!" Klaus beamed.

"Wait, how did you get back?" Vanya inquired.

"In the end, I had to project our consciousnesses forward into a suspended quantum state version of ourselves that exists across every possible instance of time," Five explained.

"That makes no sense," Diego shot.

"Well, it would if you were smarter," Five shot back instantly.

"Five," the girl chided him in a warning tone as Diego sprang to his feet, though Luther held his arm out to block Diego.

"How long were you there?" Luther wanted to know.

"Forty-five years. Give or take," Five glanced at the girl and she nodded.

"So what are you saying? That you're both 58?" Luther continued.

Five eyed him. "No, our consciousnesses are 58. Apparently, our bodies are now 13 again."

"Wait, how does that even work?" Allison was confused.

"Rina kept saying the equations were off," Five handed her a sandwich. She thanked him softly. "Eh. Bet you're laughing now," he remarked.

"Rina?" Vanya echoed in confusion.

"Hmm. Guess I missed the funeral," Five picked up a newspaper, missing Vanya's question completely.

"How'd you know about that?" Luther looked at him.

"What part of the future do you not understand?" Five scoffed. "Heart failure, huh?"

"Yeah. No," Luther and Diego answered in unison.

"Hmmm," Five clicked his tongue. "Nice to see nothing's changed." He began to walk away with a sandwich in his hand.

"Uh, that's it? That's all you have to say?" Allison called after him.

"What else is there to say? The circle of life," Five left the room.

The siblings turned to the girl now.

"Okay. Who are you?" Diego crossed his arms.

"Um…I'm Karina Hargreeves," she replied nervously, slowly getting to her feet.

"Hargreeves?" they all echoed.

Five blinked into the room and to her rescue. "Karina, meet the Umbrella Academy. Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, and Vanya? Meet my wife: Karina."

"WIFE?!" they all shrieked.

"You're thirteen!" Allison cried.

"No we're not!" Five remarked.

With that, he blinked out of the room with Karina before his siblings could interrogate the two any more.

"Your siblings seem like something," Karina commented after he blinked the two into his bedroom.

"That's one way to put it," Five shifted around in his closet to find something new to wear that wasn't the suit three times his size. "Ah, shit." He pulled out an Academy uniform. He looked over at her. "You can probably just borrow something from Allison."

Karina looked down at her clothes that surprisingly weren't overly large for her body. Just a bit baggy. "No. I'll be fine."

Five just nodded before she stepped out to let him change. A few minutes later the door swung open.

"You know, our rings are probably a bit too big," he commented as he came out.

"I don't think I have an extra chain for you," Karina bit her lip.

Five paused for a moment, suddenly blinking out. She waited for him and after about five or ten minutes, he reappeared.

"Problem solved. Allison let me have them," he handed a chain to her.

They slid their rings onto the chains and slipped the necklaces on. They tucked the rings beneath their shirts.

And with that, Five blinked them downstairs to go to the funeral. Along the way, he stared up at the portrait of himself hanging above the fireplace. Karina just stood next to him before Vanya joined the room.

"Nice to know Dad didn't forget me," he commented, turning to his sister. "We read your book, by the way. Found it in a library that was still standing."

"I thought it was pretty good, all things considered," Karina added quietly.

"Yeah, definitely ballsy, giving up the family secrets. Sure that went over well," Five continued.

Vanya was looking down. "They hate me."

"Oh, there are worse things that can happen," Five pointed out.

"You mean like what happened to Ben?" Vanya eyed him.

"Was it bad?" Five wanted to know.

She nodded sadly and he was grief stricken. Karina gazed at them sadly before he glanced at her and shifted over, gently tucking her hand into the crook of his arm to guide her out into the courtyard.

His siblings, Pogo, and Grace filed out into the rainy courtyard. Karina was between Klaus and Five, with Five sharing an umbrella with her.

"Did something happen?" Grace looked around confusedly, causing everyone to glance at her in concern.

"Dad died. Remember?" Allison frowned.

"Oh. Yes, of course."

"Is Mom okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, she's fine. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge," Diego assured.

"Whenever you're ready, dear boy," Pogo told Luther, who had the urn with Sir Reginald's ashes.

Luther dumped the ashes and tried to sprinkle them around. "Probably would have been better with some wind."

"Does anyone wish to speak?" Pogo inquired, though he was met with silence. "Very well. In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master…and my friend, and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy."

"He was a monster," Diego bitterly cut in and Klaus gave a laugh. "He was a bad person and a worse father. The world's better off without him."

"Diego," Allison warned him.

"My name is Number Two. You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had Mom do it."

"Would anyone like something to eat?" Grace asked.

"No, it's okay, Mom," Vanya replied.

"Oh, okay."

"Look, you wanna pay your respects? Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was," Diego continued, stepping forward.

"You should stop talking now," Luther spoke up coldly.

Diego whipped to face him. "You know, you of all people should be on my side here, Number One."

Klaus, Five, and Karina exchanged a glance.

"I am warning you," Luther seethed.

"After everything he did to you? He had to ship you a million miles away," Diego was taunting now.

"Diego, stop talking."

"That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!" Diego shouted before Luther grabbed his arm and swung at him, but Diego ducked.

The brothers began to fight now. Vanya pulled an oblivious Grace back while Klaus tried to push Five and Karina back. Five swatted his hand away, though he nudged Karina behind him.

"Boys, stop this at once!" Pogo scolded loudly.

The two ignored him, punching and hitting one another.

"Come on, big boy!" Diego shot arrogantly.

"Stop it!" Vanya exclaimed.

"Hit him! Hit him!" Klaus cheered his brothers on.

Pogo sighed and scoffed, shaking his head before leaving.

"Get off me!" Luther cried. He and Diego were still fighting it out.

"We don't have time for this," Five was disgusted, taking Karina with him before the two left the "funeral".

Later on, Klaus, Five, and Karina were in the basement kitchen. Things had been slowly calming down after the funeral, but the three of them wanted to further avoid Luther and Diego at the moment.

Currently, Five was raiding the cabinets for coffee and Karina was sipping a cup of tea he brewed for her.

"Where's Vanya?" Allison suddenly came into the room.

"Oh, she's gone," Klaus answered.

"That's unfortunate," Karina took a sip of her tea. Out of all the siblings, Vanya seemed the quietest and calmest to her.

Allison nodded. "Yeah."

"An entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, but not a single drop of coffee," Five complained.

"Dad hated caffeine," Allison pointed out.

"Well, he hated children, too, and he had plenty of us," Klaus laughed bitterly.

"I'm taking the car," Five announced, causing Karina to eye him.

"Where are you going?" Klaus immediately sat up.

Five eyed him narrowly. "To get a decent cup of coffee."

"Do you even know how to drive?" Allison crossed her arms.

"I know how to do everything," Five boasted and then looked at Karina. "Care to join me?"

Karina sighed. "I need to get some things first. Care to drop me off at home?"

He nodded, offering his arm for her. She smiled and took it, letting him lead her out.

Klaus and Allison watched in some astonishment.

"I feel like we should try and stop them, but then again, I also just kinda want to see what happens," Klaus commented in their wake, wondering when Five got a soft side.

Five blinked out of the house and in front of another house, terrifyingly familiar to Karina.

"Are you sure you want to be here?" Five asked her in deep concern.

Karina sighed. "I'm just getting some personal items. I'll be quick. You go on and get your coffee."

"Are you sure you want me to leave?"

"Yes. Go on, I'll be fine. You'll know where to find me later on, I hope?"

"I have an inkling. You're more than welcome to stay at the mansion with us though. After all, you are family," Five returned.

"I'll think about it."

Five sighed and nodded. He gave her forehead a quick, small, but soft kiss and blinked out. Karina looked up at the house nervously, before she climbed the steps up to her first home. She let herself inside quietly. The place was dark, cold, and empty. She sighed and quickly went into her room. She packed a suitcase of clothes and personal items before she left the house, lucky that nobody was home or knew she was home.

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Karina liked the idea staying at the luxurious Hargreeves Mansion, but she wasn't feeling up to the partial scrutiny and partial interrogations of Five's rather intimidating siblings. So instead she sought out her second, though true home: a small, cozy living space above the bookstore and next to the storage room her mother arranged in case she needed the place. Or her mother used to own. She wasn't sure if her mother was still around, to be honest.

Five was out getting his cup of coffee, so, she suspected he'd probably either stay at the mansion to sort his family out or come find her as he told her. One of the two.

It probably deemed suspicious to see a thirteen year old, out at night, letting herself into a seemingly closed bookstore. She already knew it might raise questions if she was caught. That was why she went through the back. The front was easier to access, of course, but she didn't want to draw any unwanted attention.

Karina sighed, unlocking the door (she was shocked her seemingly outdated key still worked) and slipping inside. The smell of books, leather, pages, and stories filled the air which calmed her. Though, she also caught a whiff of something else. She shook her head, heading past the shelves and up the stairs in the back. She got to the upstairs part and unlocked the door.

Five was already sitting there, drinking a cup of coffee with a book in his hand.

"Hello there…" Karina slowly greeted. "How did you find this place?"

"I remember you telling me and showing me. Well, at least what remained of it. By the way, your store door and your apartment door were unlocked," he commented nonchalantly.

Why were you even checking them in the first place? Kind of creepy she thought.

"Since when did locks keep you out?" Karina returned, slipping inside.

"Just wanted to let you know for your own safety, dear."

"You have such a strange way of showing your care sometimes," she shut the door.

"Well, to be honest, I thought you'd be at the Academy," Five watched her slide her coat and scarf off.

"I considered it. But, I didn't want to overstay my welcome after what happened," Karina hung up her purse and keys.

"I would have made sure my family left you alone."

Karina hummed lightly as she sat down on the couch. She looked at Five and her eyebrows furrowed when she saw a bloodstain on his collar. "Is that blood?" she was concerned.

"It's nothing," Five played it off casually.

"Okay, let me ask you this. Why are you here instead of with your siblings?" Karina decided not to press him.

"Did you not see the shit show of a funeral we were at earlier?"

She sighed, bothered by the sight of blood. She went over to the medical cabinet and pulled out a little kit before going back to Five. He wordlessly rolled his sleeve up, revealing the cut where he dug out his tracker. Karina grimaced when she saw the wound, removing the bloodied cloth and starting to clean/patch him up. Five silently watched her.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Karina asked after she was done.

"They found me. At that restaurant. They know what we did," Five answered.

She shook her head. "I had a feeling they would catch on. I just didn't expect it to be this soon."

"Did they attack you?"

"No. I'm okay."

"It won't be too long before they'll be after the both of us. You know that."

"I'm sure we can handle it together."

Five gazed into her eyes. "I have to stop the apocalypse first. The world ends in eight days, Rina."

"We have to stop it. I know I'm ordinary, but I'm still here to help," Karina retorted.

"I know. I just can't risk seeing you hurt."

"I worked at The Commission. Same as you. I don't think avoiding getting hurt is going to be as easy as your heart desires."

"I'll take my chances," Five just held up his cup and Karina gave him a look.

"Really making yourself at home, I see," she mused.

"Got anything stronger?"

"Why, you haven't already raided my liquor cabinet?" Karina lightly mocked him.

"It was the only thing in your home that was locked."

Karina rolled her eyes, going over into the kitchen. She unlocked the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. She poured two glasses and returned to the sofa, handing Five a glass. He gave her a nod and the two downed the drinks rather quickly.

"So what happened to you?" Karina wanted to know.

"Just a shoot out. Got a bit messy, but, I removed the tracker from my arm. That was it," he explained.

"At least you were able to get out."

"I'm still surprised they haven't gone after you yet."

"Well if they do, I'll make sure to lock the doors," Karina grabbed the glasses and got up to wash them.

Five blinked in front of her, stopping her in her steps. "I have a lead. On who or what may cause the apocalypse so we can stop it."

"I thought you said you didn't know how to stop it."

"I don't. But maybe I can start with this," he held up a prosthetic eye.

"Ugh, how long have you've been carrying that thing around in your pocket?" Karina wrinkled her nose in some disgust.

"I cleaned it when we got to The Commission. I want to find the company that made the eye."

"Okay. And?"

Five sighed in very slight irritation. "I would like you to come with me."

"Oh. You could have just said that to begin with," Karina pointed out, gliding past him to the kitchen.

God help me he thought.

"I thought you would have known."

"When you use I instead of we, of course not."

Five could be stubbornly independent. Even though the two have been together for longer than their current ages, he still struggled with verbally including Karina in his plans sometimes.

"Okay, okay. We. I get it."

Karina softly smiled and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Wait. Where are you going?" Five called after her, watching her head to the bedroom.

"It's late? I'm tired? I was going to try to get some sleep."

"Oh. I was going to pay Vanya a visit."

"You were?" Karina glanced at the clock.

"Someone needs to know why we're here."

"And you want me to go with you?"

"If you want."

"Sure. Why not. Guess I should get to know the in-laws while I have the chance."

Five nodded, taking her hand into his arm and blinking the two out of her home and into Vanya's place. He plopped down on the sofa with Karina by his side. Soon the door unlocked and Vanya slipped in. Five turned on the lamp.

"Jesus!" Vanya jumped, not expecting to see the couple in her apartment.

"You should have locks on your windows," Five casually told her and Karina gave him a look for it.

"I live on the second floor," Vanya sighed.

"Rapists can climb."

"You are so weird," Vanya voiced what Karina was thinking. "Is that blood?" Vanya then noticed the bloodstain on his collar.

"It's nothing. Rina took care of it," he replied.

"Why are you here?" Vanya wanted to know.

Five sighed. "I've decided you're the only one I can trust out of all the siblings."

"Why me?" Vanya sat down across from them.

"Because you're ordinary," Five responded almost matter-of-factly.

Vanya winced and Karina nudged his side.

"Because you'll listen," he corrected himself.

"Okay," Vanya nodded.

"When I jumped forward and got stuck in the future, do you know what I found?" Five continued.

"No."

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive. Until Rina came around. We never figured out what killed the human race, but…we did find something else. The date it happens. The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it," he said.

Vanya stared at them for a moment and took a deep breath. "I'll put on a pot of coffee."

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savemesomenachos · 4 years ago

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Congratulations on 200 followers!!

Can I request a stucky x reader with angst prompts 5&7?

Angsty with a fluffy ending?

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Drabble #5

Angst💔:

5. “Maybe you should just leave now.”

7. “Maybe, this is it coz I can’t do this anymore!”

Alternate Universe

AN: My 200 follower celebration event is officially CLOSED!!!

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: An unhealthy amount of angst and some fluff to help me lick my wounds at the end

Word Count: 1507

Y/n’s POV:

“Are you seriously doing this right now?” I hiss in frustration as I strip out of my gear. Bucky stands behind me and Steve at a careful distance, ready to intervene

“You were so fucking careless out there. Do you have any fucking idea what could have happened?” Steve screams as he looks up from his task of unlacing his boots.

“I’m not some dumb newbie agent Steve. I’ve been doing this for years. It was a calculated fucking risk,” I scream equally loud. I see Bucky visibly flinch at the tone of our rising voices.

“How about we all take a step back huh? Talk about this when we’ve cooled down,” Bucky says, stepping between the both of us with an arm raised in surrender.

“We’re not children Buck. Stop coddling us,” Steve says as he rises to his full height and glares at Bucky.

“Hey! Don’t talk to him that way. Besides, it’s not his fault you are an actual child,” I say as I push Bucky aside with a gentle nudge to the side but he doesn’t budge.

I can see that that particular statement makes Steve particularly mad. His nostrils flare in barely constrained anger and his pupils dilate to completely engulf the blue and darken to look like black holes.

“Maybe you should just leave now,” Steve jeers as his fists continuously clench and unclench at his sides.

“Yeah, maybe I should,” I whisper, my stance not softening for a second.

“Woah, no one’s going anywhere,” says Bucky, ever the mediator. “We’re gonna sit down like adults,” he pointedly glares at the both of us, “and talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to fucking talking about Bucky. I’m not a child and I refuse to be treated like one,” I say, marching to my wardrobe and grabbing a duffel bag.

“Y/n please, we can talk about this. He was just worried about you getting hurt,” Bucky pleads, moving closer to me and laying a comforting arm on my shoulder.

“Fuck no. I just wanted to make sure she doesn’t fuck up the mission with her recklessness,” Steve huffs, taking a seat on the bed.

My jaw tightens in frustration but for Bucky’s sake, I keep my mouth shut. I shovel some clothes in, determined to make a point.

“Shut the fuck up Steve,” Bucky hisses as he turns to look at Steve over his shoulder.

“It’s fine Bucky,” I say, moving around him and toward the door. “But I can’t be around him right now.”

“Good thing I feel the same fucking way,” Steve says from his seat at the foot of the bed.

“Shut the fuck up! Both of you!” Bucky screams, his anger spilling into the room, his voice reverberating in my chest.

“You know what?” He says as his gaze shifts between the both of us. “Maybe this is it coz I can’t do this anymore!”

We gape at Bucky like fish and the breath rushes out of me. Suddenly hearing Bucky say it causes a pit in my stomach.

“I can’t always be the mediator. Left to deal with your fights. I’m fucking tired. If you can’t even go a day without fighting then maybe we shouldn’t be together,” he whispers, his words sitting like a weight on my chest.

Tears form on my eyelashes and I look to Steve for help but he looks equally lost.

“I just…” he sighs, “I just need a break from all the fighting ok? And I can see that you both know I’m right so work this out. I’m going out with Sam.”

“Are we breaking up?” I whisper, my heart thumping in my ears. Steve’s gaze shifts to the floor where I see him biting his lip to hold in his tears, I think.

“You tell me,” Bucky says as he slips out the door quietly leaving the room in an eerie silence.

“Do you hate me?” I hear Steve’s whisper.

I toss my duffel aside and take the seat next to him on the bed, our thighs touching.

“I could never hate you. I just don’t like it when you fuss over me on a mission. It makes me feel incompetent.” I say, my fingers knotting together nervously.

“That was never my intention. What Bucky said was true. I just wanted to protect you Me and him? We’ve seen and done so much shit and I never want you to be a part of that. To have nightmares that never let you sleep,” he says, shifting closer to me, his hand trailing across my thigh, clasping my hand in his.

“Yeah, I know,” I say, our fingers entwining. “But I don’t want you to do that. I wanna protect you too but I don’t wanna get in your way either. You think you could maybe… do the same? Protect me without coddling me?” I ask, tightening my grasp on his hand.

“Yeah, I can,” He says, his warm, dirty hand cupping my cheek.

His thumb strokes my lip as he turns to face me completely. He draws me to my chest with a hand on the back of my head and I lean in without hesitation.

“We fight a lot huh?” he asks, his fingers drawing circles on my partially bare waist.

“I guess,” I say as I sigh against his chest while my fingers play with the buckles on his pant clad thighs.

“I think we really need to work on communicating more,” I say after a beat of silence.

“Yeah, we will. I promise,” he whispers against my cheek as he tips my chin up to his face. I see the blue return and I drown in them.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks as he leans closer to my face while he twirls a piece of my hair around his finger.

“Like you have to ask,” I whisper, a breath away from his plush, pink lips. He closes the distance between us and kisses me.

My fingers tangle in his dirty blonde locks and tug. He moans but I swallow any sound that follows. I straddle his thighs, needing to be closer and he understands. He wraps and arm around my waist and settles me on his lap and both his arms wind around my back.

“Wait,” I pant as I pull away from the kiss which makes Steve whine. “How are we gonna make it up to Bucky?” I ask, getting up from Steve’s lap and pacing the room.

“How about sex?” Steve says casually, leaning back on his elbows.

“Steve! I’m serious.”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“No! It has to be words,” I say as I stand in front of him and tug on his hands.

He straightens and wraps his arms around my waist while burying his face in my stomach with a hearty chuckle.

“Ok,” he says with a sigh, “we’ll talk to him when he gets back.”

*time skip*

“I see you’ve made up,” I hear Bucky’s voice before I see him. I shoot up from bed where me and Steve lay cuddled and rush to him.

My arms immediately wrap around his broad frame and I bury my face in his firm chest.

“I’m sorry Bucky. We shouldn’t have dragged you into the fight,” I say. “And I shouldn’t have been mean, it was uncalled for,” Steve continues.

“We talked about things and we know we fight a lot and never communicate. But from now on, we promise we will,” I say, pulling away to look at him.

“It’s not fair you always have to be mediator and I’m sorry I upset you,” Steve says as he round the corner of the bed and stands in front of Bucky, his gaze dropped to the floor.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too,” I say, shifting closer to Steve.

“Ok,” Bucky says as he moves deeper into the room. Steve’s head snaps up at his response and we stare at each other, dumbfounded.

“Ok?” I tentatively ask as I follow Bucky, Steve hot on my heels.

“Yeah, ok. What did you expect?” he asks, stripping himself off his Henley and tossing it into the hamper.

“We thought…” Steve trails off as he looks to me for help.

“What?”

“We thought you were gonna break up with us,” I breathe as my heart hammers against my chest.

“What?!” he asks incredulously. “Fuck no. I love the both of you but you needed to figure some shit out.”

“But you said-”

“I exaggerated, obviously. I didn’t mean to. It slipped. So I guess I’m sorry too,” he says, cupping each of our cheeks in his hand and drawing us both closer for a kiss simultaneously.

He pulls away and slips out of his pants and launches himself on the bed while me and Steve stare at him.

“Cuddles?” he asks, draping himself elegantly across the bed with a pout on his lips.

“I… don’t even know what to say,” I sigh as I shuffle toward Bucky and his outstretched arms.

“I do. FUCK YOU BUCKY!”

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ewritesfanfics · 4 years ago

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A/N: Ok so, I don’t post anything, ever. I’m very much a lurker. But ROTT just ... I couldn’t just sit and do nothing. So I made this blog, and here’s my attempt at a fanfic, with some changes to cannon. The ones important to this piece are that Archie did not stay with Charlemagne, and Krel and Douxie built the new amulet together so they’re a lot closer. This takes place just after the fight between Skrael and Nari, and also contains an idea of mine around a lore change and for a possible either rewrite of ROTT or a continuation, and whichever form it takes would be a much longer fic, which is why this short piece doesn’t have a title. So if people find it interesting and want to see more, please let me know. I’ve never really written fanfic before so I apologize if any of it sounds weird or stilted. If people like this and I do write the larger piece, I’ll probably be posting it on Ao3.

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Douxie can only watch in horror as the Ice Titan stabs into the torso of Nari’s, ice creeping over and between rock and roots and vines, seeping into the crevices and joints, growing and pulling, straining to rip her titan apart. Her shout of pain and rage echoes across the valley, and she retaliates, one massive leg driving into the Ice Titan’s torso, her vines growing into it, taking purchase where they can, drilling into the glacial limbs and twisting into its heart, determined to take him down with her. The titans rage and the earth shakes as they push and pull, trying to tear each other apart while trying to keep themselves together long enough to kill the other. With a last surge of strength, each is ripped apart with groaning rumbles from the titans and screams from Skrael and Nari. Both titans crumble.

As they fall, Douxie immediately takes off towards the devastation, moving so quickly, Archie is thrown from his shoulder. Though his friends call out for him, his blood is pounding too loudly in his ears for him to hear. Or perhaps, he simply doesn’t care. As he runs, his friends can see the wisps of blue emanating off him, rotating around him, and finally encasing him, his magic aiding him in his desperation to get to his friend, his sister in all but blood.

Breaking into a clearing beneath sky-piercing shards of rock and vaulting broken glaciers, he spots a small green body spotted with melting ice and blackened patches akin to frostbite, limp and still amongst the ruins, the grass beneath her wilting. Every plant in this clearing seems paler, droopier, as if in mourning.

No, not Nari! Not her too!

Douxie immediately runs to her side, his magic dissipating as he skids to his knees, caring not for the blood that now stains the legs of his dirty and ripped jeans. He reaches out, trembling, almost afraid to touch her, to find out that he failed Merlin, failed his friends, failed her.

But he swallows that fear down into a thick knot in his throat, that’s as far as it will go, and carefully he grips her shoulder and turns her to face him. For a second he cannot breathe, her eyes closed and body unresponsive, half of her face blackened and dotted with small spots of frost. He draws her close, cradling her in his lap, unable to comprehend that she might be gone. Gently, he pushes a strand of hair from her serene face with a shaking hand, and it’s then that her eyes crack open, the golden of her good eye dull, the other now completely black.

“Nari?” he breathes, hoping blooming in his chest while despair cramps painfully, not wanting to allow the hope to grow in case he is wrong.

But the small smile that weakly graces her face blows that despair away, and the relief he feels lifts the weight in his chest, overflowing as tears begin to stream down his face. He draws her in for a tight embrace, sobbing hysterically into her shoulder.

“Nari!”

“Douxie,” is all she says, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

He draws back again to look her in the eyes. Her very much alive eyes.

“You’re going to be ok, I’m going to get you back to Camelot, and I’m going to fix you, and you’re going to be ok!”

At that, a sadness creeps into her lidded gaze.

“No, Douxie. My story ends here.” As quickly as his heart soared, it drops, sinking like a rock down into his stomach.

“No! No, you’ll be ok, I can fix this!”

Nari reaches a weak hand up, gently placing it on Douxie’s wet cheek, her thumb wiping away a tear.

“It will all be ok. You will leave here, fight Bellroc. You and trollhunter and friends will save the world.”

“And you’ll be coming with us,” he says, unable to hold back new sobs, deep, soul-wrenching sobs. “Please, Nari.”

“No. I will not. Thank you for protecting me. I have had fun. I am happy I was with you. Now-” her hand slides from cupping his cheek to splaying her fingers on the center of his chest- “You must listen. Bellroc and Skrael and me, we are the holders of the Primordial Arcana. Our magics made this world. They cannot be without masters, not now that the seals are gone. With no masters, they will run wild.”

“W-what?”

“Hisirdoux Casperan, I give to you the Life Arcanum.”

A green light pulses beneath her hand, and Douxie gasps, feeling it pulse beneath his skin. He can feel the energy thrumming through his entire being, from the prickling at the surface of his skin down to the humming at the center of his heart, and intertwining with the magic in his body. It is an ancient, primal feeling, a sense of the sheer age and immensity of this world and for a second it threatens to overwhelm him. There’s a sharp pain and a feeling as if he is being pulled out of his body and in every direction while simultaneously being crushed under the enormity, and then his magic and his soul are pulled into alignment with the heartbeat of life itself. The world lights up around him, every soul alight and burning bright, from the trees around the clearing, to the bugs and the grass they hide in, to his friends coming into the clearing, to the steadily dimming light of Nari. Just as quickly as it started, it stops. Douxie can feel something within him has been forever changed.

“You must find Skrael now. His arcanum will not linger long, you must get it before it escapes. It will help find who is right. Go, my wonderful Douxie, save the world. No more running.”

With that, her eyes fall closed and her body stills, and before Douxie can properly process, her body wafts away in wisps of green, gold, and purple magic, returning to the earth she loved so much. Douxie’s hold drops, collapsing, his arms suddenly empty as yet another of his loved ones is carried away on the wind.

And with that, he throws his head back and screams.

He screams and once again the world vibrates around him, only this time resonating with his soul-wrenching, all-consuming grief, his magic lashing out wildly around him, lighting up the clearing in vibrant blue, the plants twisting and writhing, cracks shooting up the remains of the titans, causing them to ominously creak and groan. Douxie knows he cannot give in to the black hole inside him, that he has to find Skrael’s arcanum and they have to get to Bellroc, he has to do it for Nari, he can’t fail her again, but in this moment he is certain that he will be destroyed, that he will surely drown and be lost.

Despite the magical maelstrom surrounding him, a fluffy head has managed to push through the storm and has found its way into his side and a pair of arms follow shortly, wrapping securely around him.

Blinking bleary eyes open, he can make out through the tears Archie, who he immediately scoops up, and he can see that the pair of arms around him are blue and glowing. Krel.

He folds into himself as his screaming turns to hitched wailing, and so too does his magic, fading, leaving the clearing dim and still once more. He collapses into Krel’s secure embrace, still holding tightly to Archie. Krel wraps his other pair of arms around him, tucking his own head next to Douxie’s, and Douxie curls further into him. He doesn’t say anything, knowing there is nothing he could say to take away Douxie’s pain, so he just silently holds him, running his fingers through Douxie’s hair in an attempt to help ground him. Meanwhile, Archie does his best to maintain a steady purr, keeping himself pressed into Douxie’s chest as he knows Douxie needs when he is distressed, having taken up this position many times over the past 900 years. His wizard now needs it more than ever.

More arms soon appear around them. Jim. Claire. Toby. Blinky. Aaarrrgghh. Together they do their best to hold the broken pieces of their friend together.

After a couple moments, Douxie manages to gather enough strength to choke out, “Need to find Skrael. Get his magic.” He starts to move, wanting to fulfil what Nari asked from him, but Archie presses his weight further into Douxie, and Krel’s arms hold firm.

“No, I need to –”

“Hush, Douxie. Let us handle it,” Archie says. There’s some murmuring between everyone before Claire pulls away, citing that Douxie taught her a containment spell that she can use to hold Skrael’s magic. She quickly departs, taking Aja and Varvatos with her as backup, just in case (at Jim’s insistence).

And so, with that out of the way, Douxie fully gives in and grieves, wading through the ocean within him, anchored by Archie and Krel and the others, keeping him from being swept away.

#tales of arcadia #rise of the titans #hisirdoux casperan #krel tarron #krexie #at least it will be krexie if i do the full piece #fanfic #my fanfic #tales of arcadia rise of the titans #toa #rott #douxie #nari #archie

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hazellvesque · 4 years ago

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your wounds; my sutures

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians/The Trials of Apollo

Rating: PG

Pairing: Nico di Angelo/Will Solace

Summary: When Will Solace, Camp Half-Blood’s greatest healer, is the one who gets hurt in battle, the son of Hades has to step up to the plate and put the skills he learned in the infirmary to good use.

Word Count: 2,572

Warnings: graphic descriptions of cuts, blood, stitches, and questionable amateur medical practice.

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The second he caught sight of the gaping wound in his boyfriend’s shoulder, Nico almost blacked out. It was hard to believe Will was even still conscious with so much blood seeping out.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Will’s voice was strained, yet somehow calm, as if he hadn’t just taken a direct hit from the dangerous end of a sword. He was sitting on the ground, using his good arm to keep himself propped upright. The wound slashed across his shoulder blade, beginning just a few inches to the right of the base of his neck. The weapon had cut straight through his shirt, leaving tattered scraps of fabric as the only discretionary cover for the graphic injury.

“Nico? Are you still with me?”

“You’re bleeding,” Nico said lamely, snapping back to reality, still not quite believing what he was seeing.

He’d seen much worse in the past. Hell, he’d caused much worse. But this was Will Solace. He was Camp Half-Blood’s greatest healer. He wasn’t supposed to be the one who got hurt, ever.

If Nico could, he would resurrect the monster just to kill it all over again. It deserved a punishment far worse than evaporating into golden dust, but at least the satisfaction might quell Nico’s anger a bit. He couldn’t stop staring at the wound. Fortunately, Will was faced away from him. Nico imagined the pained expression on Will’s face, how he was probably fighting to keep his lopsided, reassuring smile bright despite it all.

“What do we do?” Nico spoke quietly, but desperately.

The two boys were utterly exhausted. The fight had taken nearly everything out of them. Will’s own healing abilities couldn’t possibly work well right now - he was so weak he could hardly sit upright on his own. Nico thought of shadow traveling to Camp or even to the nearest hospital; he’d have to do some quick thinking to explain the situation to a mortal doctor, but the idea was quickly shut down by the black fuzziness already creeping into the corners of his vision. He probably wouldn’t be able to move himself ten feet without passing out.

They’d have to solve this the old-fashioned way.

Will gestured with his head towards his bag. It lay a few feet away, discarded early in the fight and no doubt now containing a few broken supplies and squished ambrosia squares.

“Grab some supplies for me? I don’t want to move too much and make it worse.” Will said, his breathing labored. “You’re going to have to help me clean and close it up.”

“Right.” Nico nodded a little too fast, hardly processing Will’s words at all.

Nico dashed over to Will’s backpack and tore it open. In moments, the grass was strewn with miscellaneous bandages, ice packs, and burn creams that would be utterly useless in helping solve the problem at hand. He searched for the vial of nectar he knew should be there, and swore under his breath when he found it shattered, the pieces of broken glass nicking his fingertips and the golden liquid seeping into the canvas fabric, causing an utterly useless sticky mess. Reaching further, Nico pulled out everything he thought would be useful - gloves, cloth, peroxide, and the small suture kit box at the very bottom of the bag.

He rushed back to Will’s side, fighting the wave of nausea that hit him, both from sight of the cut and from standing up too fast. He quickly pulled on the latex gloves, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“You remember the first step in treating a wound?” Will asked.

“I have to clean it. And apply pressure to stop the bleeding,” Nico recited mechanically. Then he paused, head tilted, mouth scrunched in annoyance. “I can’t believe you’re turning this into a medical lesson.”

“Never a bad time to brush you up on your basic skills.”

“This is anything but basic.” Nico’s hands trembled so hard that he nearly dropped the tools in his hands. “I can’t really see the whole thing. I’m going to have to-“ he gulped, silently chiding himself for how stupid he felt for asking, “-to take off your shirt. Cut it off, I mean. To get to the, uh...”

Even through what must have been some of the worst physical pain of his life, Will chuckled. “If you want to prevent me from bleeding out, then yes, unfortunately, you’re going to have to see me shirtless. Did you grab the scissors?”

“No,” Will’s shirt was already torn nearly to shreds, and precious time was slipping away. Biting back his mortification, Nico took hold of the already torn collar of Will’s orange camp shirt and ripped straight down, letting the cotton fibers fall apart in his hands. He quickly tore in two other places, removing the blood-stained fabric entirely.

Any embarrassing implication of his actions was immediately shut down by the now clearer sight of the dark red stickiness quickly streaking down the right side of Will’s body.

“Talk to me, Nico, what’s going on?”

Nico half-consciously began soaking the cloth in peroxide. “Isn’t this going to sting?”

“Like hell,” Will made a hmph sound under his breath, then he laughed, “I know it was super common back in your day to do this-”

“I’m going to forgive you for that because you’re hurt right now.”

“But peroxide on deep wounds can do more harm than good, so really, this is a last resort, since we don’t have any nectar. Even just clean water or soap would be better, but that doesn’t matter now. Just…don’t use a lot, just enough to make sure nothing gets infected. Give me something to hold on to?”

With his right hand, Nico held the folded, peroxide-soaked rag precariously close to Will’s injured shoulder. His left hand silently slipped into Will’s and squeezed tight. “Do you want me to tell you when?”

“No, just go for it.”

He went for it.

Three of Nico’s senses sparked to life all at once: the sound of Will biting back a scream ringing in his ears, the gruesome sight of the cut bubbling from the peroxide chemicals burned into his eyes, and the feeling of all of the bones in his left hand being crushed by Will’s iron grip as he squeezed in desperation from the pain.

“I’m sorry!” Nico cried. He twisted the already red-soaked cloth in his hand so that he could use the clean side to put more pressure on the cut. He could feel the heat radiating off Will’s body, which sent an odd shiver down his spine.

“Don’t be,” Will said, though the tone of his voice would suggest otherwise. “You’re doing everything right. You should be more sorry about the stitches you’re going to have to put in.”

If he hadn’t been so focused on stopping the bleeding, Nico’s arms would have dropped uselessly to his sides in shock. Instead, he let his jaw do the dropping. “The what I’m going to have to put where? Will, I can’t-“

“If I can pull a baby out of a cloud nymph, you can learn how to properly stitch someone up.” Will hissed through gritted teeth.

“But-”

“I can’t be the only one reattaching limbs at Camp, I need help sometimes so you may as well get practice now.”

“I’m not exactly the best at healing people. Quite the opposite, actually.”

“I’ll talk you through it,” Will squeezed Nico’s hand, which Nico hadn’t realized he was still holding. “If it were practically anywhere else on my body I would just do it myself, but I got hit in the worst possible spot.”

Nico dropped the bloody cloth and sat back on his heels, dumbfounded. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Will reassured him. “I promise. I trust you.”

The bold statement made Nico flush, his heart rate increasing even more, though by now he thought that would have been impossible. With his new determination, he opened the small box from Will’s bag. Inside lay a small, curved needle already threaded with a thin black cord, two differently shaped pairs of what looked like fancy tweezers, a small pair of scissors, and a tiny blade Nico hoped he wouldn’t have to use.

“How do I do this?” Nico steeled himself, swallowing down his doubts.

Will quickly explained the basic process: Nico would need to use both of the “tweezers” - one of which was actually a needle holder - simultaneously. One would be used to hold the skin in place and the other, as the name suggested, was to push the needle through. Then, he’d have to tie off the thread like a knot and cut off any excess. Rinse and repeat all the way up, until hopefully the cut would be closed well enough to not reopen on the way to get professional care.

Nico delicately traced his gloved hand across the bottom of the cut, right where he’d need to start stitching. The bleeding had subsided, but Will’s skin was still too warm and bright red.

He got to work right away.

The first stitch was the most difficult. Nico had wielded swords as long as he was tall, but the intimidation of putting a tiny, intentional hole in someone was somehow worse. His hands trembled as he pushed the needle through one side, out the other, and knotted the thread tight.

“Does that hurt?” Nico asked timidly.

Will hesitated before answering: “Not as much as getting myself slashed open in the first place.”

Glad to see he still had a sense of humor, despite it all.

Nico continued his diligent work, taking about a minute to complete each tiny stitch. He’d probably need to do about 20 more to get the wound closed entirely.

“This...reminds me,” Will said, his voice sounding far-away and dreamy. Whether it was blissful reminiscing or exhaustion, it was difficult to tell. “Of Manhattan. And Annabeth.”

“What about Annabeth?”

Will was rambling now, taking his mind off the pain in the only way he could. “She was hit in the same place. Protecting Percy. During the battle against Kronos. I was the one who healed her back then. We were all looking for my brother Michael when Percy dragged me out of the search party and said he needed a healer. He was really freaked out, it was kind of scary to be honest. I’m pretty sure that was the first time anyone outside of my own cabin even acknowledged my existence,” Will took a deep breath, and after a heavy pause, he muttered, “I was made head counselor as soon as the battle was over.”

With all the losses they’d faced over the last few years, it was sadly almost too easy for Nico to forget that Will had lost at least four of his siblings during the Battle of Manhattan. Everyone coped with trauma and loss differently, but you wouldn’t look at Will Solace and think that he was hurting. Then again, Will’s optimism and willingness to constantly help others may very well have been a way to disguise that hurt. He hadn’t been able to help the people he’d lost.

Nico had been about to express his condolences when Will asked, “Where were you during all of that?”

“Convincing my dad to let me borrow his dead army,” Nico laughed humorlessly, the memory rushing back to him. “And helping protect Percy’s parents.”

Will’s head tilted. “What were Percy’s parents doing on the battlefield?”

“Sally Jackson is a powerhouse of a woman and will stop at nothing, not even a Titan. Plus, I felt like I kind of owed it to Percy after...everything I’d done.”

Will made a humming sound, as if to say that’s fair. Over the past few months, Nico had opened up more about his early years at Camp Half-Blood. Even now, he felt a pang of regret for how he used to behave towards the people who were only trying to help him. Will didn’t know all of the details, of course, but he knew enough to understand.

“I remember seeing you out there,” Nico continued, his voice a whisper. “We hadn’t even spoken before, but I knew who you were.”

Will responded just as quietly. “I knew you, too.”

Not in the ‘I’d heard the whispers about the reclusive son of Hades’ way, or the ‘I knew about the boy who had lost his sister’ way. No; he’d said it like a confession.

“You-,” Nico swallowed hard, “you did?”

“You kind of fascinated me,” Will murmured. “Can you believe it only took me another year to actually speak to you?”

Nico felt his heart jolt in his chest. Why hadn’t he known this before? If he knew any better, he’d think Will was only confessing this now because of his delirium. Or maybe he’d wanted to admit it for a long time. Nico knew exactly how that felt.

“And you initiated conversation by asking me to touch your hands that had just birthed a baby. Real smooth, Solace. No wonder I liked you so much.”

With that, Nico tied off the final suture, cut the excess thread, and carefully placed the tools back in the box.

“I think...I think it’s done?” Nico exhaled, finally letting his hands tremble freely, begging for the pent up anxiety to somehow release through his fingertips.

Slowly, carefully, Will reached back behind his head with his left arm, tracing his hand across the delicate stitches, checking for error. Nico stared intensely, only just now taking the time to notice the details of his own work. It was nowhere near perfect. Hardly satisfactory, even. His handiwork was messy, uneven. But it would keep the wound from reopening at least until they got back to Camp.

“Not bad for a trainee,” Will said finally, dropping his hand and turning to face Nico. “Thank you. Really. You know I never would have asked you to do this if-”

“Don’t apologize,” Nico cut him off. “I’d do it again. In a heartbeat. I...”

Nico frowned, his brain finally catching up to the scene in front of him. Without the distractions of the blood and sharp objects, the sight of Will Solace shirtless suddenly brought a rush of warmth to his cheeks. He unconsciously leaned back, all too aware of how close they were sitting, but that undeniable tense energy still radiated between them. Speaking of heartbeats…

“How were you so calm through all of this?” Nico asked.

“Because I had to be. I always do,” Will shrugged without thinking, then winced from the pain. “All in a day’s work, you know? Someone’s got to step up when there’s an emergency.”

“That someone shouldn’t always have to be you.”

“No. You’re right. It shouldn’t,” Will said softly, his gentle eyes locking with Nico’s.

It wasn’t meant to be a cruel comment, but Nico felt the weight of the words press down on him. He didn’t have the time to come up with a retort before Will spoke again: “Maybe we both have a thing or two to learn about helping others. Or helping ourselves.”

Will reached out and took Nico’s hand.

“You’re still shaking,” Will said. “You don’t have to be nervous, you did a good job.”

Nico felt his face grow hot. He stared down at their intertwined hands, then back up into Will’s eyes.

“That’s not why I’m nervous,” he said.

#solangelo #my writing #will solace #Nico di Angelo #PJO #toa

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solalunar-eclipse · 4 years ago

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SYCS - 1 Year Anniversary

Chapter title: Set In Stone

Word count: about 4000 words

Author’s Note: On July 26, 2020, I posted the first chapter of Scars You Can’t See. One year later, I’ve written five stories of varying lengths and am currently working on a sixth (wow)! My writing’s come a long way since then, and a lot of my improvement is thanks to everyone who encourages me to continue said writing, whether it’s through likes, reblogs, or comments. Thank you all so much for your support so far! :)

This is a rewrite of the very first chapter of SYCS, since the original could use a little fixing. Some important notes: I’ve edited a few parts of the story to be more in character, Chapter 2 starts in a different place after this updated version, and I’ve also fixed up chapter 13 because apparently I forgot to finish the motif I started?? Somehow??? At least I remembered eventually...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the (revised) story!

Before, Shadow had always been able to just ignore what it meant to work for G.U.N.

He’d managed somehow to convince himself to brush aside the fact that the soldiers he worked with (had been coerced into working with) wore the same uniforms as those who killed Maria, his dear sister and first friend. To push away any idea that he couldn’t deal with serving the same organization that had once wanted him dead. (It was the only way to stay with his friends, of course he could deal.)

The same thing went for using guns during the Black Arms invasion- even though he’d had amnesia, he remembered enough that he’d needed to rely on adrenaline near constantly just to make it through those times. Despite this, he had still taken the better part of a month to recover afterwards.

His memories of that day were particularly fresh for a while.

Once the invasion had been successfully repelled, G.U.N. had hired him to work for them very rapidly, as a matter of fact. During the process, some of the people along the way strongly suggested that if the organization wasn’t able to keep an eye on him, then…well, then they’d be very displeased.

Shadow knew all too well that you did not want G.U.N. displeased with you.

The hybrid felt nothing but exhausted as these thoughts whirled through his head for the hundredth time. They’d only become a major problem recently, ever since the military organization had begun to require him to resume using guns on his missions. Every single time he touched one, the cold steel left his palms slick inside his gloves and made his head swim with flashes of memories too often repressed. Still, he had to use them- he’d be taken off missions entirely if he refused, and Shadow would never leave Rouge and Omega in the lurch like that.

However, his mental health had been growing ever worse these past few weeks as a result. He thought (hoped) he’d done a good job of hiding it from Rouge and Omega, but Shadow had been sparring with Sonic noticeably less. The hybrid had struggled with the idea of inflicting more violence on others in his spare time, and the hero had asked him about it several times, trying to figure out the reason for his sudden change in behavior.

Shadow shook his head, pushing his doubts and worries away just as he always had before. He couldn’t allow himself to become distracted by his thoughts- they might spill over into missions if he wasn’t careful. Forcing himself to focus on his schedule for the day and nothing else, he walked out of his room to take on whatever might come his way.

…

He was skating through the halls of an old, decrepit building (currently being used as a hideout by Eggman) on a mission. A robot stepped into his path.

Shadow hadn’t used his weapon yet on this assignment. He remembered the thinly veiled threat after his first refusal- we may have to remove you from missions if you cannot handle this responsibility- and felt a cold sweat break out on the back of his neck.

He shut his eyes, whipped out the firearm, and pulled the trigger. Flinching at the sound out of instinct, he refused to open his eyes until the gun was away, when he didn’t have to see it anymore. The robot lay on the ground, a smoking hole in its center. He tried to ignore the lingering sensation of the G.U.N. logo embossed on the handgrip in his palm.

Shadow felt the floor tilt for a moment under him before he regained his bearings.

He refused to look at the machine as he rushed by.

…

The exhausted hedgehog curled up in bed at night, unable to keep himself from hearing gunshots over and over and over. He fought against the memories of that day, refused to let them spill over into his thoughts.

Yet despite his best efforts, he knew he’d dream of it again tonight. He knew that he’d wake up screaming with her name in his mouth and the sight of blood still burned into his eyes. It had happened every night since he’d received the weapon.

Shadow swallowed down his fearful apprehension over what would come next. He forced himself to breathe deeply, to close his eyes, even though he wished to do the exact opposite. Dreams were not real. He could not let them hold power over him.

But still, he shivered as he tried to fall asleep.

…

He and Omega were standing in the center of a courtyard, broken badnik scrap lying all around them. This mission was supposed to be easy, just a simple in-and-out. Take out the bots, grab the intel, and go.

Rouge had asked them to cover for her as she searched for information in the abandoned computers alone. Shadow hadn’t liked the idea of leaving her alone but agreed grudgingly anyway.

He looked down at the firearm he held in his hands and tried his hardest not to cringe.

Flashes of memories threatened to surface again, of escape pods and gunshots and too much blood-

“Shadow.”

He jumped, not expecting Omega’s loud voice so suddenly.

“Yes, what is it?”

“You have been distracted for nearly ten minutes. Are you unwell?”

Shadow sighed, projecting a relaxed attitude. “Everything is fine. I was simply thinking.”

“About what?” Omega asked curiously.

“Nothing much.”

Silence descended upon the two again for a minute.

“Shadow.” the E-series robot repeated.

“What.” he snapped, sounding more irritated than he’d intended.

“Tell me what you were thinking about. You looked distressed.”

“I’m fine, alright?” Shadow insisted. “Just- forget it, Omega.”

Omega stepped closer. “Past experience has informed me that you tend to hide important thoughts from others. Therefore, I will assume that this is essential knowledge until proven otherwise.”

“It’s not important.”

The robot placed his hand on Shadow’s shoulder. The latter wouldn’t admit it, but the weight was comforting, in a way.

“This is not adequate proof. Do you not trust me, Shadow?”

He sighed. “I do trust you, Omega. You know that.”

“Then talk.” Omega’s processors whirred for a moment, before adding, “Please.”

The hybrid’s shoulders slumped- he knew his friend wouldn’t stop until he told the truth. “I was thinking, how weird is it, that I work for the same organization that ki-...caused my sister’s-” He paused on the word, fighting not to trip over his sentences. “-death and...attempted to cause mine. Among other things. And how now...I must use weapons like the ones that took her from me...to harm others.” He sighed, nearly worn out just from the effort of discussing that event’s existence.

Omega jerked away from him, startling Shadow. “G.U.N. is the organization that killed your sister?” he asked, sounding- if it were possible- shocked.

“And the one that locked me away in cryostasis for 50 years, yes.” Shadow said, feigning calm.

Omega made a staticky noise that sounded like a sharp exhale. “Shadow. Why did nobody tell me this before? And why in the name of Chaos do you still work here?”

Shadow looked away, hiding the bitterness in his expression. “Multiple reasons. One, the organization has somewhat cleaned up its act, as far as I can tell. Two, it wants to keep me under surveillance, since I am still ‘potentially dangerous’ to them...and consequences would be severe if I did not obey.”

He tapped his heel on the ground. “Also, it was one of the main avenues for us to become heroes. Unlike Sonic and his friends, we don’t have the luxury of fighting someone who wants us to know where they are. And you know we didn’t exactly have the best record with law enforcement beforehand.”

“Still.” Omega replied. “I am highly opposed to the concept of fighting in the name of such an organization. Have they at least apologized to you? Or admitted their wrongdoing?”

Shadow frowned, thinking. “No, actually, they never did.”

Why did he have to bring this up? There’s no point in talking about what’s past. Let’s just get over it and move on.

Omega looked down, his eyes dimming slightly. “Processing.”

He was still processing by the time Rouge arrived, and remained mostly silent for their exit, post-mission briefing and the entire ride home.

Once the three had gotten inside, Rouge faced the E-series robot. “Alright, what’s up with you? You’re never quiet, but you’ve barely said a word since I got back.”

“I am considering an important decision.” Omega said.

“Oh? And what might that be?” she asked, folding her arms.

“My potential resignation from the government organization known as G.U.N..”

“Wait, what?” Rouge gasped.

Shadow shouted out from the other room simultaneously. “Omega, what are you thinking?!”

“Current logic process is as follows: G.U.N. hurt one of the few decent people on this planet and my friend fifty years ago by murdering Maria Robotnik and many others aboard the ARK, as well as imprisoning him for said fifty years against his will. It has not apologized or shown remorse for those actions. Therefore, this organization clearly has no respect for Shadow, and therefore I refuse to aid them one moment longer.”

Shadow appeared at the robot’s side, placing a hand on his arm. “Thank you, Omega, but you don’t need to do that for me. I’m alright with this.”

(He was lying, of course.)

“Hold on a minute here, Omega’s got a point.” Rouge said pensively. “I started working here so I wouldn’t go to jail for stealing, but I’ve served my ‘sentence’ ages ago. Honestly, I kind of hate it there anyway? Like, nobody even respects us and it’s got way too much bureaucracy and too many outdated ideas. It’d be much better if it was just the three of us doing our own thing away from them, wouldn’t it?”

“Besides, hon, you’ve got to start standing up against those guys. I know you were going through a major existential crisis a while back when this all started, and that was the main thing you had to deal with. But now that you’ve started to figure everything out, it’s time to stop letting people treat you this way! We don’t have to give G.U.N. anything. They never helped you at all.”

“Agreed.” Omega said. “This organization does not deserve you- or any of us. They have wronged you, and though forgiveness is supposedly a ‘virtue’, it is likely so only when it is deserved.”

Shadow stared at the two of them. “That was...actually kind of philosophical for a minute. And convincing.” He huffed, frustrated, his hands curling into fists. “I just…how would I even go about dealing with my grievances with an entire military organization? I would need proof...and I don’t want to damage my standing with the government. G.U.N. can easily claim that I have gone rogue.”

He swallowed, trying to ignore the various insecurities at the corners of his mind. “I’m just...should I really be digging all of this up again? I’ve finally started to get over it…”

“Okay, so first of all, hon, you’d better not let G.U.N. walk all over you just because they can make up fake blackmail.” the bat insisted. “And second, you’re clearly not over it. Shadow...I can hear you when you wake up from your nightmares, you know. You deserve some kind of closure to help you, and if G.U.N. won’t give it to you, then you have to take it.

“Also, here’s another thing- how much worse would you feel if G.U.N. hurt someone else, and we had never said anything to warn anyone?”

Shadow stiffened, feeling ill again. The very idea was abhorrent. That another person’s Maria could be lost due to his silence...“That...that would be unimaginable….” he breathed.

“Exactly.” Rouge replied. “So, consider it.”

Shadow frowned. “I...I’ll keep it in mind. But we should at least see if they’ll do something first before we try to attack them. We might be able to convince them to make amends, after all. I mean, if we fight, we’ll be completely out of a job, and I don’t know if the funds from Club Rouge will be enough to keep us afloat- if we succeed. It’s too risky, at least for now.”

“If that’s what you want to do, then we can definitely stick with that to start.” the bat said. “I don’t know if I could’ve taken any of their apologies if it were me, but it’s not my life, it’s yours. So I’ll be right with you no matter what you decide to do, okay?”

“As will I.” Omega added, placing a hand on Shadow’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Rouge. Thanks, Omega.” the hybrid said, finally allowing relief to show on his face as he looked at his friends.

He couldn’t help but feel that with them by his side, everything would be alright.

…

They talked through most of the night about how to bring it up, what they would say, and even where they would sit to keep Shadow feeling as safe as he could. The hybrid had final veto power over anything the other two suggested, and he tried to keep the wording of the speech he’d give as controlled and polite as possible.

However, he tried not to bring up the “maybe G.U.N. still thinks I’m a weapon to be stored and used, not a person” topic during his proposal. Those insecurities could wait for another day.

They fell asleep late at night, all three in the same room- Shadow made a blanket nest on the floor, Omega plugged himself into the wall, and Rouge was on her bed.

Pleasantly enough, Shadow didn’t have any nightmares that night.

…

“You want us to do what?”

The head of the public relations department stood behind his desk, cutting a slightly dominating figure in front of the team in his room. Omega could easily detect an increased heart rate in Shadow. He was not betraying any nervousness externally, however, and the robot was impressed by his friend’s willpower.

The PR head sat down, and he gestured for Team Dark to do the same. However, since there were only two chairs in the room (as they had known), Omega remained standing. Among other things, it would allow him to more easily defend his friends should the talk go awry.

“I’m afraid we just can’t do that kind of thing...Shadow.” He said the last word like it was distasteful, like it didn’t belong in his mouth. (Or, perhaps, like he wanted to add a “Project” or “Experiment” to the front of it, but didn’t for fear of a missile to the face delivered by Omega.)

“Why not?” The hybrid asked. “Sir,” he forced himself to add politely. “Don’t you agree that it was wrong? That G.U.N.’s soldiers shouldn’t have done...what they did?”

“I am incredibly saddened that Miss Robotnik’s death occurred in the search for you, and that the head of G.U.N. at the time considered you unworthy of any basic living rights.” the PR leader said, sounding more than anything like he was reading a script off a teleprompter. “However, I am not going to make a public statement digging up something that happened fifty years ago.”

Rouge leaned forward in her chair furiously. “So you’re just going to pretend it never happened? What about the trauma Shadow experienced? What about the fact that this kind of thing could happen again?”

The leader looked at her coldly. “I can assure you that this is an isolated incident, and that such an occurrence has not happened before or since.”

“But you can't just-! Can’t we speak with the commander?” Rouge gasped, outraged.

“I can, and I will. And you know very well that the commander is taking a well-deserved vacation, and we are not to disturb him for any reason except an emergency. Now then. Did you have anything else you needed?” he said smugly.

Omega was so, so close to just arming the missile launcher anyway.

Shadow looked up at him carefully, clearly going over the words in his head. “Sir. May I respectfully ask why G.U.N. considered it necessary to arm me? I can apply lethal force if necessary in other manners.”

The PR head frowned. “Close quarters are not necessarily a safe space for you, Shadow. We need you alive, and if that means you’re farther back, then so be it.”

“But- me? Destroying with impunity? In such a cold, distant manner? That’s not what G.U.N. wants to see from me, I thought. And with my experiences, I really don’t think-”

The human folded his arms. “Don’t worry about thinking, just worry about completing your missions on time. And what’s past is past, right? Now then, I expect no more complaints from you three. This meeting is concluded.”

Shadow stood up stiffly. “Yes, sir.”

Rouge froze. “Wait, Shadow, you’re not just going to-”

“We’re leaving, Rouge. Now.” Shadow said firmly, but the two other members of Team Dark could hear the unsteadiness in his voice. Omega remained silent, but internally was playing a very nice simulation in which he repeatedly punched the head of the PR department.

Once they had exited the office and walked through the facility for a while, Shadow leaned heavily against a wall. “He’s not sorry at all.” he muttered. The robot didn’t need his sensors to tell that he was experiencing far too many negative feelings at once. It wasn’t healthy for organics to deal with all that all the time…

“Agreed.” Omega said. “I would not be surprised in the least if he was lying throughout all of it.”

Rouge sighed, before pulling an unresisting Shadow into a hug. “Honey, I’m...” She paused for a second. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that. You shouldn’t have to cope with people like that, ever.”

Shadow closed his eyes quietly and stood like that for a long time. Eventually, though, he spoke up. “.....I know what we have to do. I...I know we need to fight, like you said last night. I don’t feel ready, but just…it has to happen.”

Omega looked down at them both. “You two go out to the car. I will go and get your sister’s files myself while you take a few minutes, Shadow. I am bulletproof and the most likely to make it out unscathed, and if I need help I can call.”

Rouge rolled her shoulders briefly, her wings flexing. “Alright. I’ll be ready to get out of here the second you get in. Sound good?”

“Alright.” Omega agreed. “Let’s go.”

The robot marched down the halls, on a mission. He stopped first to gather everything from their office- or at least all of their personal items. They might need them later, after all. He placed them into his empty chest compartment (he hadn’t refilled on weaponry in a while) and moved on.

The lower levels of the G.U.N. facility were darker and less well-maintained. This was most likely on purpose, to keep people from wanting to go down there. Omega, however, did not fear the dark. He had a flashlight, and a hulking five-foot robot was usually enough to scare most creatures.

Thankfully, the guards stationed throughout these levels knew him, and simply stepped aside to let Omega pass. Quite a few of them were honestly nervous down there themselves, and barely even noticed him.

He noticed a small door marked ‘Records Room- Classified’ and knew he was in the right place. The door did not give him access, but that was alright. Rouge had hacked the system a while back and given herself the highest clearance possible...and now Omega had her spare card.

Once he was inside, he scanned the cabinets methodically until he found the file marked ‘Maria Robotnik’. Inside were papers detailing her death and her life. Everything one could have wanted to know about her was inside.

The red stamp on the front reading ‘Terminated’ was pretty ominous, and Omega briefly wondered if he would be able to remove it. He considered the possibility that Shadow would not be quite so pained upon seeing it if the stamp were gone.

It was unlikely, and so he moved on.

Omega exited the room, hoping that the guards in the security monitor room were slacking off. They often were, so he calculated at least a 70% chance of exiting the facility without incident. He placed the file inside his compartment and continued on.

Being a robot meant that he could not act nervous. Therefore, nobody questioned him as he walked through the halls and outside, where he saw Rouge talking to Shadow inside their black-and-red car.

The hybrid appeared to be rather panicked about the whole plan, so as Omega slid into the backseat, he placed his hand on his friend’s head for a brief moment. “Everything is going to be alright, Shadow. I promise you that.”

Shadow sighed and slumped back against the seat. “Let’s get out of here before someone notices what we did.”

Rouge pulled out of the parking lot with a screech of the tires and didn’t let the speedometer dip below fifty until they got home.

“Right.” she said, once they were all inside. “We’ll probably have G.U.N. beating down our door by tomorrow morning, so let’s make sure they don’t catch us still here by then. Omega, refill your weapons and pack us some clothes and stuff. Shadow, you just try and chill. I’m going to look over this file.”

As Rouge flipped through the pages, Shadow decided that he needed to see these for himself and walked over to stand behind her. Before long, though, he recoiled in shock upon seeing that when G.U.N. discussed Maria’s death, they justified it. Made it seem like Shadow was the villain. A monster. A weapon.

“Shadow?” the bat asked.

“...yes?”

“You know we can’t use this by itself, right? We need more proof. Like, video proof.” she said, sounding resigned.

“I know.” he said quietly, disappointed that so little had changed despite the fact that half a century and some new management had taken place.

Omega cursed out G.U.N. from the other room in response and came over to them, his eyes in their ‘angry’ shape. “We need to stop them now. This revolting organization does not deserve to spend another minute active anywhere on the planet.”

“Let’s get them, then.” Rouge hissed, clearly furious as well.

Shadow felt terribly apprehensive, but despite that, he agreed as well. “Then they won’t be able to hurt anyone else in the future.” he said, sounding more determined than he had in a while.

“You ready, guys?” the bat asked, holding out her hand in the midst of their little group.

Omega allowed his giant metal hand to hover over hers. “Always.”

Rouge looked at the hybrid. “You sure you’re up for this, hon?”

“Not entirely…” Shadow admitted, but took a deep breath and held out his hand too, allowing Rouge to guide his hand to Omega’s, just like she had so long ago. “...but I need to do it, and so I will.”

“Then we’ll expose them, Shadow.” she said confidently. “And we’ve totally got this, because we’re doing it together.”

And as they all clasped hands for a moment, before breaking off to head to the garage, Shadow felt like they really had a chance to succeed.

#scars you can't see #sol's fanfiction #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e 123 omega #i've actually had this saved for a while! i thought the anniversary would be a good time to post it :)#i went back and reread chapter 1 and was like '.......i could write this so much better now'#so here we are!#i especially didn't like how omega forced shadow's hand- i much prefer this one where it's a team agreement #shadow's still a little hesitant because of how it turned out the last time he went up against g.u.n.#but he knows he needs to do this for himself (and for others too)#i did still try and keep the general plot structure the same though- just improved it (hopefully)#either way i'm looking forward to another year of writing! it's been really cool so far :D #thanks as always for reading

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hxlyhead-harpies · 4 years ago

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Cowboy Like Me

evermore

Pairing: Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Summary: Muggle! AU. Remus Lupin is a con man who is determined to get what he wants. That is, until he meets Sirius Black. Inspired by Cowboy Like Me by Taylor Swift

You're a bandit like me Eyes full of stars Hustling for the good life Never thought I'd meet you here It could be love

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Remus stood at the edge of the ballroom, watching the rich men and women dance around the room as he sipped from his glass of wine. He was at some high society ball that he hadn’t been invited to, searching for his next meal ticket. Remus crashed these events often, knowing that with a pretty enough smile he could get in anywhere. He’d meet the gaze of various important men from across the room, enticing them with his golden eyes. Each long, fixed stare conveyed a message, as if a secret code was embedded in Remus’s honey irises. They would find their way to him sometime later that night, in a secluded hallway or closet. There were many elites with secrets in unhappy marriages, a fact that Remus could easily use to his advantage. He learned early on that men who came from old money loved nothing more than to spend it, showering him in gifts he could sell and cash he could spend.

So there he sat at the end of the bar, eyes scanning the room for someone donning that specific air of loneliness. He tugged at his tie and observed.

The ballroom was grand edging on gaudy, high vaulted ceilings seemingly coated in gold. The party was held in the ballroom of a rich benefactor who had nothing better to do than to throw money at shallow causes and to throw gauche parties. The air was thick with fake niceties and the lofty laughter of old rich women who had downed too much champagne. Remus hated these parties, but he had to make a living somehow. Hustling for the good life was exhausting but the end always rewarded the means. He could forget how miserable these parties were when he finally had what he wanted.

His eyes eventually landed on a familiar man with sleek black hair pulled into a bun. He recognized him, from these very parties in fact, but he hadn’t seen him for years. He remembered the man’s piercing gray eyes, his overconfident posture, and his clunky black boots. Remus used to stare at him during these events, reveling in the shape of the man’s shoulders and the way he’d shed his jacket and roll up his sleeves.

The last time Remus had seen him was when he was nineteen, just starting to learn the life of a con man. Back then he had been on the cusp of adulthood, masquerading as a man when he was only just a boy. The man appeared to be close to Remus’ age and mysterious. He had always seemed carefree and out of place. Though his appearance screamed aristocrat, his smile held the mischief of a vagabond.

The man had disappeared abruptly, never showing his face at another event again. That was, until tonight.

He looked just as beautiful as Remus remembered, but still painfully out of reach. He seemed like a wild and free spirit, someone who wouldn’t be scandalized to be seen with him. He wasn’t the type of man that Remus could scam and milk for money. Remus didn’t have time to waste on anything else. But momentarily, sliver met gold, the stranger’s eyes strong and unwavering. Remus nearly shivered under his gaze but looked away quickly.

That night Remus spoke to a man in politics, whispering in hushed voices in a back hall, promises of riches if Remus promised not to tell. It was just as he planned. The gentleman left to return to the party and dote on his unsuspecting wife, leaving Remus to lean against the wall with a satisfied smirk. He felt a presence next to him and he turned, meeting the iron eyes he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind all night. The man smirked at him and crossed his arms. His bun had become slightly messy, pieces of hair falling to frame his face. The way he was looking at Remus was dangerous.

“Care to dance?” he asked, making Remus’s cheeks go pink. Remus leaned his head back against the wall, letting his eyes roam over the stranger’s body before turning away.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” he said after a moment. The man grunted in response, his eyes never leaving Remus’s side profile.

“I’ve seen you before haven’t I?” he asked Remus with a furrowed brow.

“I come to these events quite often,” Remus replied. The man narrowed his eyes.

“But the thing is,” he said, “I know everyone who’s invited to these little soirees and I don’t know you.” Remus smiled to himself and took a lazy look back towards the man.

“Whoever said I was invited,” he answered with a chuckle. A grin broke out across the other man’s face and Remus felt something in his stomach twist. Remus couldn’t risk taking a liking to this gorgeous stranger no matter how sharp his cheekbones, as love could never fit into his lifestyle. It was a realization he had come to a long time ago, a sad one, but it was the truth.

“So what is your name then?” he asked with a smirk. Remus thought for a moment, trying to decide whether he should give his given name or an alias.

“Remus Lupin,” he said finally. The man raised his hand for Remus to shake. Remus grabbed his palm, the stranger’s grasp warm and firm.

“Sirius Black,” he said, his eyes glinting. Remus faltered for a moment.

“As in…” he began.

“Walburga and Orian Black? Yes, I’m their son,” he said, interrupting Remus. Remus swallowed thickly and looked away, a pit forming in his stomach. For some reason, some part of him had wanted Sirius to be like him: a wandering man with no destination and a knack for fooling the rich. But it seemed that he had been mistaken, Sirius was one of them, among the ranks of the men he had swindled, and Remus had just told him his name.

“Not that they’d ever call me that,” Sirius said quickly as if sensing Remus’s internal panic. “Left home when I was eighteen. I’ve been disowned and disinherited,” he said, bitterness ebbing into his voice. Relief flooded through his veins for a moment, a feeling he felt guilty for seconds later.

“That must have been hard,” Remus said after a beat. Sirius just shrugged and loosened his tie.

“In all honesty, I’m happy to be away from them,” he said, “And it’s fine. I get by.” Remus nodded.

“So what do you do now?” he questioned, “You know, to get by?” Sirius smirked at him and gestured to the ballroom.

“I do this,” he answered, “There are plenty lonely women on the other side of the marriages you ruin, Lupin.” Remus let out a surprised laugh, not quite expecting Sirius’s bluntness. Sirius only smiled wider at the sound f his laughter, giving Remus a look that could only end in disaster.

Remus’s night ended in the coat closet with Sirius’s lips pressed against his own, ignoring the party and the potential scheming for the feeling of his hands running through Sirius’s dark hair.

Remus wasn’t sure what he expected to come out of that night. No contact information had been exchanged. After pressing several searing kisses to Remus’s lips, Sirius had straightened his coat and exited the closet, leaving Remus behind.

It was a month until Remus attended another party wearing a fancy new suit that a mayoral candidate had purchased for him, secretly of course. This party was in the garden behind some manor, a white tent pitched among the flowers and lanterns hanging from trees. As soon as Remus pulled back the tarp and headed into the heart of the banquet. He convinced himself that his eyes were searching for his next conquest, not for Sirius. But he froze when he caught sight of the man across the crowd with his hand resting on the forearm of an expensive-looking woman.

Remus sighed before heading into the throng of the crowd, reminding himself that the fleeting moment he had shared with Sirius had been nothing and they were both here now with a purpose. He couldn’t get sidetracked or too attached. So as the night wore on he met with various men, planting the seeds for his various affairs and subsequent funds.

As the party dwindled he felt a hand on the small of his back and he looked up to catch Sirius’s burning gaze. Sirius pushed past him, using his carefully placed hand to maneuver around Remus, his eye contact lingering as he headed towards the exit. Remus counted to a hundred in his head before downing his drink and excusing himself from the conversation and heading outside.

Remus left the tent, walking around the side in an attempt to find Sirius. After a short walk, he was met with Sirius’s back, the other man looking up at the sky. A twig broke under Remus’s foot, alerting Sirius to his presence. He spun around with a wide smile.

“Took you long enough,” Sirius said before stepping towards him, “I almost thought you didn’t read my signals correctly.” Remus chuckled before Sirius grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a blazing kiss. When Sirius pulled back he had a self-satisfied smile on his face, his grey eyes reflecting the stars.

After that night, every party that Remus attended became less about profit and more about the chance he could catch a glimpse of Sirius. He felt himself falling down a rabbit hole, feelings he had always scorned now bubbling to the surface. He didn’t know what Sirius wanted from him, but frankly, he didn’t care. Remus couldn’t offer him money or anything material, all Remus could offer was himself. He had been in this business long enough to know that he wasn’t enough for men like Sirius. But he was too caught up in the excitement of clandestine meetings and secret rendezvouses to dwell on it. The way that he’d catch Sirius stealing glances at him from across the room while simultaneously attempting to swindle one of his mother’s friends sent electricity down Remus’s spine every single time.

After their fourth encounter, Remus had the courage to slip his number into Sirius’s pocket, praying that his confidence was good and not a misstep. He sat by the phone anxiously for hours, waiting for the man he felt himself quickly falling for to call. And to Remus’s delight, he did.

After a particularly slow Christmas party, Remus found himself once again in Sirius’ arms. After months of parties, the arrangement had become less about their surface-level attraction. Gone were the nights of senseless kissing and grappling for honest human touch. Now, nights were spent learning of their pasts, tracing fingers across shoulders, and memorizing the shape of each other’s smile.

Here, Remus laid with his head resting in the crook of Sirius’ neck, breathing in his expensive scent and listening to the sound of his breathing. He thought the other man was asleep, his eyelids fluttering against his cheeks and his muscles relaxed. If Remus had suspected that Sirius was conscious, he never would have been so bold. He swiped a strand of dark hair from Sirius’s cheek and pressed a kiss to his jaw before murmuring the words that he had never thought he would say.

“I love you,” Remus whispered, the honesty of it all hitting him square in the chest. In the past, the words had only ever been used as a weapon, as a tool of manipulation. But as they left his lips, his eyes trained on Sirius, he knew that he had never once meant something so much in his life. The words were completely unselfish and authentic. Remus, for once, didn’t want or expect anything in return.

The air around him stilled as Sirius whispered that he loved him too.

Months later Remus stood in the lounge of a country club, tying up some loose ends. He sat at the end of the bar when a conversation to his left caught his interest. A few ladies that he knew Sirius had conned were lunching together, discussing Remus’s lover.

“I haven’t seen the boy in ages,” one of them said, scandalized.

“Not since the Malfoy’s Christmas party,” another one added with raised eyebrows.

“Quite a handsome young man, it’s a shame he’s run off again,” a third woman said. They all nodded in agreement and sipped their tea. Remus smiled to himself as he listened, knowing exactly where Sirius had disappeared to.

When Remus arrived home he walked towards his bedroom, kicking a familiar pair of black boots out of the way. He climbed back into bed and was immediately met with Sirius pressing languid kisses to his jaw.

“I missed you,” he murmured into Remus’s neck. Remus smiled, pushing Sirius’s hair out of the way and leaning in for a real kiss. Once they parted Sirius curled up into Remus’s side, his head on his chest.

“I love you,” Remus whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to Sirius’s temple. He had said the words to countless, people many times. But the words were only spoken when he needed something from them. It wasn’t until Sirius that the words meant anything. And Remus knew that never in his life would he want to say the words to anyone else.

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Whumptober 2020 - Day 20

So, I basically set this fic in BBC’s Merlin, minus any of the actual characters. Any fellow fans out there? Anyway, I wasn’t sure what to do for today’s prompt for a while before this idea came to me, then I got to spend an afternoon researching. ;) Hope you enjoy!

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Day 20 - Medieval

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: restraints, death mention, torture, dislocation, broken bones, mild blood, mild gore

The city of Prakkus was stuck in medieval times. At first, they thought it was just the architecture, which really did look like a citadel straight out of the Earth Middle Ages. Lance, Hunk, and Pidge had started in on the “dragons and knights in shining armor” comments right off the bat, which Keith had listened to with silent amusement.

Then they actually got inside, and the natives - a pink-skinned, mostly humanoid race that called themselves Dornads - were all dressed in long gowns, tunics, and robes. It really did look like they had stepped into the pages of a history book. Even Keith caught himself looking around in awe at everything, and the Garrison trio’s commentary just became even more animated.

It wasn’t until later, though, that they’d realize just how stuck in the medieval era these people were. Not until they were greeting King Uster and discussing an alliance, and Pidge brought up a holographic screen from her gauntlet, and the throne room exploded with shouts of treason.

Not until they were being accused of sorcery and dragged down deep below the castle, into a real-life dungeon lit only by torches along the walls and guarded by Dornads wearing polished armor.

Their own armor was taken, leaving them with no easy way out of the cell they were all thrown into. The only good news was that their flight suits still managed to keep out the chill, since in true medieval fashion there was no heating in the dungeon.

Bright and early the next morning, they were woken by a guard banging on the bars of their cell door.

“You.” He pointed a gloved finger straight at Keith. “You are the leader here, are you not?”

Hunk’s hand gripped his arm, but he shook it off and stood before anyone else could protest. “I am.”

“Come with me.”

The others scrambled to their feet, firing off questions about where he was being taken and why, but Keith just followed the guard’s directions and stuck his hands out the gap in the door so that thick iron shackles could be clamped around his wrists. “It’s okay, guys. We’ll get all of this figured out.”

“Just tell them the truth, Keith,” Allura urges. “It may take some work, but surely they will understand if you explain it to them.”

Right. Because he had always been so good with words, with explaining. That was her job, and Shiro’s job, not his. It was one of the many reasons he sucked at being the leader.

But he could do this part. He could take responsibility for his team, take whatever they wanted to throw at him just to make sure the others stayed safe and unhurt.

He was led all the way back to the throne room they had been in the day before, and shoved to his knees in front of King Uster. The man looked down at him in disdain from underneath his golden crown.

“Black Paladin of Voltron. You kneel before this court today accused of the crime of sorcery. Do you recant?”

“Sir, with all due respect, I think there has been a misunderstanding. What you saw yesterday wasn’t magic, it was just an electronic -”

“Do you recant?”

Pressing his lips together, Keith tried his best not to be annoyed at the interruption. “There are other planets and races that are more technologically advanced th-”

“Do you recant?” The King was practically shouting now. “Your crime has already been pronounced.The penalty for practicing sorcery is death. However, if you recant on behalf of yourself and your associates, there will be no further punishment.”

Keith furrowed his brow. “So wait, you’re just gonna kill us without a trial? Without even listening to an explanation?”

“You really expect to need a trial after your crime was witnessed by so many, including myself? I suggest you recant now.”

“And if I don’t?” he shot back.

The King’s three eyes narrowed. “Then, Black Paladin, you will return to the dungeon to face the honed skills of my punisher until you do recant. Then you and your associates shall all be executed.”

So, torture. Right. Not something he was looking forward to, but what he was hearing was that the other choice was to admit to something he didn’t do and immediately get him and his team killed. If he refused, then he got tortured, but they all got to live in the meantime. That was more time for someone to come up with an escape plan, or for Coran to realize something was amiss and figure out how to get them out.

He lifted his chin. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”

King Uster leaned back in his throne and flicked a dismissive hand. “Take him away.”

The trip back down was rougher than the trip up. The guard pulled him so quickly that his feet could barely keep up, almost dragging him down the stone steps. He had hoped that the torture would be happening in a separate area from the cells so that his teammates would be none the wiser, but unfortunately it was in an open space just down the hall. Down the hall past the cells.

“Keith!”

“Keith, what’s going on?”

He threw the best smile he could muster their way as he was yanked past. “It’s okay. Just...keep thinking.”

He hoped they’d know what he meant. It was all he had time to say, and he didn’t want any extra suspicion on them. But he really needed them to figure out a way to escape.

The torture room looked exactly how he imagined it would. There were chains dangling from the ceiling, clamps and knives and various devices of unknown use hanging on every wall. Keith was led straight to something that he was pretty sure he recognized before they even began strapping him down to it.

It was a table of sorts, sitting at an incline. The shackles were taken from his wrists, only to be replaced with the metal cuffs attached to ropes on the higher end of the table. Identical cuffs at the low end were put around his ankles - after his boots were removed - so that he was lying on his back with his arms stretched up over his head. Though he knew stretched wasn’t really the word to describe it, not compared to how they were about to be.

Sure enough, the guard stepped to the crank on one end of the table, and a newcomer, the “punisher”, he assumed, took the place by his feet.

“All you must do is recant to make this end.”

The cranks began to turn. The rope tightened. It went just past pulling taut to the point of putting pressure on his limbs before they stopped.

“Do you recant?”

“We didn’t do anything wrong.”

The ropes went tighter. A mild ache started up in his joints.

“Do you recant?”

“It’s called science.”

Another turn, and his knees and elbows began to creak.

“Do you recant?”

“No.”

His knees and elbows were dangerously close to pulling out of their sockets, and his hips and shoulders were popping.

“Do you recant?”

Keith swallowed a groan. You can’t scream. You can’t scream. They don’t need to hear this, you can’t scream.

The crank turned. His knees and elbows dislocated with a loud crack.

He screamed.

“Keith!” he could barely hear from down the hall. Other shouts accompanied, but they all blurred together.

“Do you recant?”

Another turn brought the ropes tight again, and his dislocated joints cried out. His back arched, as if it could somehow relieve the pressure.

The punisher walked away for a moment, only to return holding a small piece of wood with round holes cut through it. He fit the holes over the toes of Keith’s right foot, then produced a wooden chisel and a hammer.

Keith didn’t know what was coming for sure, but he knew he wasn’t going to like it.

“Do you recant?”

“Just do it,” he growled.

The chisel was wedged into the hole housing his smallest toe, then the hammer slammed into the end of it. He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose as the bone broke, but managed not to make anymore noise.

He didn’t, in fact, through all the other toes, until it was the big toe snapping. Then he let out a moan through his teeth that he hoped was too quiet for the others to hear.

“Do you recant?”

“No!”

Back to the cranks again. His shoulders weren’t going to last much longer. It took another two turns, and agonizing pain in his already destroyed joints, for them to simultaneously pop out of place.

He screamed again, and his team echoed their own cries right back.

How hard would it be, his traitorous mind started to think, to confess to using magic? That’s all it would take to make him stop.

But the sound of his friends’ voices kept him from giving in. He had to stay strong. He had to. Otherwise they’d be dead by tomorrow.

“Do you recant?”

His hips were next, and hopefully last, to go. If they went any further, it would be his spine, and he was pretty sure they didn’t want to kill him. Yet. Though the pain was making his brain so fuzzy, he wasn’t even completely sure about that anymore.

The punisher leaned over him. “Do you recant?”

Keith couldn’t have answered even if he wanted to.

The cuffs were removed from his wrists and ankles, and he was jerked up from the rack with more force than necessary. A strangled cry ripped from his throat. The guard marched him across the room, though it was less a march than a series of stumbles on Keith’s part. His legs and toes were in more pain than he realized was possible, but if he fell then they’d just drag him by his also ruined arms.

A coffin-shaped structure loomed before him. Two doors swung open from the front, revealing an interior filled with short spikes.

“Perhaps a night spent with the Iron Maiden will change your mind.”

The guard shoved him forward and adjusted him until he stood in the tiny space in the center. All his weight settled onto his dislocated hips and knees. Tears sprang into his eyes unbidden, but he gritted his teeth and refused to look away as the heavy, spiked doors came swinging in toward him.

Then it was dark. Completely, pitch black dark, and the only sound he could hear was his own labored breathing.

But he didn’t have to see the metal spikes to know they were still there. He could feel them, pricking at his skin every time he swayed the slightest bit in any direction. His legs hurt, so badly. He wasn’t even sure how he was standing on them at all, and had a feeling that it wouldn’t last for much longer. If he could raise his arms, he could brace himself against the walls somehow, but even if he had been able to get them past the spikes without shredding them he couldn’t will his shoulders to move.

Slowly, over the next...he didn’t even know, because time was impossible to mark in the darkness and silence...Keith found himself sinking backwards and to one side. He couldn’t help it. Yes, the spikes were embedding themselves into his flesh. Yes, it hurt. But at least it took his mind off the rest of his pain, just a bit.

And as gruesome as it was, the spikes were helping to hold him up, by his ribs if nothing else, taking some of the pressure off his hips and knees.

It felt like hours and hours later when the doors opened again, leaving a barely conscious Keith to groan and squint his eyes shut against the torchlight that filtered in. There was a flurry of voices and movement, multiple pairs of hands grasped his arms, legs, and torso, and he was gently eased off of the spikes and out of the metal box. He whimpered as blood began to flow from the newly opened holes.

“I know, Keith, I know,” a voice whispered. “It’s alright. It’s alright.”

A gentle hand was stroking his hair. His eyelids fluttered open, and he could just make out the blurry face that hovered over him.

“‘llura…you...got out.”

She smiled tightly. “Yes. I just wish it had been sooner.”

“Why’d you do it, man?” He knew Lance’s voice, though he couldn’t will his head to turn to see him. “Why’d you let them do this to you? You could have just told them what they wanted to hear!”

“They were gonn’...” Keith clenched his teeth as a wave of pain washed over him, “ex’cute everybody. Had t’...stall. So you could get out.” The corner of his mouth turned up as he returned Allura’s worried gaze. “I’m the leader. ‘s my job t’ protect you.”

“Well, now I’ve officially made it our job to protect you.”

“No arguments here.” Lance stood. “I see Hunk and Pidge coming back with our armor. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Allura stood, too, picking Keith up in her arms. He bit back a groan. “Popsicle stand? What is a popsicle, and why are we blowing its stand?”

Keith let his eyes slip shut. “I could eat a po’sicle right now. Soun’s good.”

Lance chuckled and ruffled his hair softly. “Soon as we get back to the Castle, I’ll make sure Hunk makes you as many popsicles as you want.”

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revengeoftheantichrist · 4 years ago

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A Lesson in Demonology

Warnings: Demons, witchcraft

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Chapter 1

Robichaux saw itself as a bastion of magical academia. They thought they were pioneers in teaching students how to hone and perfect their powers. The need for only wanting to practise ‘light’ magic was a disadvantage. Magic schools across the world taught magic in all aspects and forms, their students equipped for anything the world threw at them. Robichaux’s students? Not so much. A recent infestation of demons in the New Orleans area pointed out the holes in the curriculum. The institution was lucky that they were low-level, borderline harmless beings, meaning the staff and older girls could deal with it. It was decided that the school would offer new classes to their students. Classes that would allow them to deal with these cases should they ever arise. So, along with Hawthorne, Robichaux appealed to the international magical community for staff willing to teach these classes. That’s where you came in. You had recently graduated from a magic university in England, your speciality being demonology. You loved Europe, but this was the perfect opportunity for you to see more of the world, to learn about forms of magic not available to you at home. Your plan was to teach for a few years and train people sufficiently enough for you to then retire from teaching then travel. It seemed easy enough. How wrong you were. Miss Cordelia and her staff seemed to get in your way of fully teaching, sanitising and limiting exactly what could and couldn’t be taught. In order to teach your classes, you summoned the relevant demons for your lessons. Your students then being taught how to deal with it before vanquishing back to the corner of hell it came from. They weren’t allowed to summon their own demons. In fact, they seemed to be unwilling to learn even the basic rules of the art. This wasn’t much of a problem, however. If your students stayed out of your books and followed your instructions properly, there shouldn’t have been many problems. That all changed when you heard a scream from the basement. You and Mallory ran to the sound, dreading what you may have found. The basement was dark. It smelled like sulphur and smoke. Four of your students were pressed up against the wall and shaking. One of your books lay open on the floor, sticks of chalk broken right next to it. Your eyes followed the trail of destruction to a summoning circle drawn in the middle of the room. They had broken into your office, stolen a book and summoned something. You finally looked at what exactly was inside the circle. A pair of fine leather shoes followed by long legs in black tailored pants. Its hands were white with claw like nails, black veins could be seen through the translucent skin. It had broad shoulders, covered by a black silk shirt. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself, before looking at its face. Its skin was pale, its eyes as black as coal, its hair was like threads of gold that brushed the top of his shoulders. It made eye contact with you and grinned, showing of his razor-sharp teeth. “Well, hello there little witch.” His smooth voice seemed to bounce off the insides of your skull, feeling it all around you while simultaneously echoing inside your head. You had absolutely no idea what your students had summoned. Whatever it was, you could feel the power radiating off it. It filled you with a dread you had never felt before. You could feel the anguish of all the souls in hell just being in the proximity of the creature. Mallory had the look of shock on her face, you thought it was out of horror. But it was something else. Recognition. “Y/N?” “What Mallory?” you replied. The sound of her name made the demons face sour, an animal like grown filling the room. “You need to get rid of him right now,” she whispered. “Miss Y/N please,” begged on of the students, tears steaming down her face. What on earth had he done to them from just inside the circle alone? You swallowed the bile that was building up. Holding your head high and walking towards the demon. “Aren’t you going to ask for my name?” asked the creature. “I’m not keeping you here long enough for me to need it” He raised his brow in amusement. You walked around the circle while looking at him, he followed your every step. You were looking for the point where you could break the circle, sending him back. You thanked whatever gods that existed that your student had at leas a sliver of enough common sense to salt the perimeter, containing the demon. But you knew he wouldn’t last much longer in there, before he could break out and cause whatever havoc he had in mind. “That’s rude, I’ve only just arrived,” he pouted. “I don’t offer demons tea and biscuits,” you stopped where you needed to. “Just a hair of yours over that salt line, and I could destroy you,” he pointed out. “go to hell,” you bit out, shooting your leg forward and smudging the chalk, breaking the summoning circle. The demon tried to pounce at you now the salt line was broken, but the chalk started to smoke and singe, stopping him in his tracks. He growled as he was frozen into place, the smoke wrapping itself around him, engulfing his form, before dissipating into nothingness. The lights of the room turned back on, the chalk and symbols were blown away. The feeling of dread lifted from the room, taking the stench of sulphur with it. You finally let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, before snapping your head in the direction of your students. “All of you, my office now!” you shouted, using you magic to collect your stolen items. They all whimpered and nodded before tumbling out of the basement. “Lets go Mal” Mallory didn’t reply, in daze, still staring at where the demon formerly stood. “Mallory? Earth to Mallory,” you snapped your fingers, her eyes blinking and finally looking up at you. “Are you alright?” you asked. “Umm… yeah… I- I’ve just never seen a demon before you know,” she replied. “Yeah it happens. Sorry about that, it looks like I need to invest in some lock and key system now,” you said, walking out of the basement and shutting the door behind you. You walked back towards your office, making small talk. An intense itching behind your right ear not letting you pay attention to the conversation.

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lixiescheesestick · 5 years ago

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You had protested to the idea at first, exhibitionism not part of the long list of kinks you in fact did have.

But when Changbin looked at you with a pouty face, having been begging you for about two months you finally caved agreeing for it to happen once. But really. Only. Once.

That's how you ended up in your current position, hands tied to the bed frame as you had your ass up in the hair. Some red lingerie gracing your skin as you wore an extremely short skirt over it with a crop top that ended at your nipples. but truly all the camera could see was your leaking pussy, legs spread.

Changbin was finishing up with the ropes he was using, his upper half bare as he wore a pair of black leather pants. The sight making your mouth water. His eyes dark, face mysterious. But to the camera he was faceless.

You whimpered as your boyfriend slowly moved around to your backside, his finger slowly trailing down your spine. His hand spreading out at he reached your ass palming your cheek gently.

You whined as you lost contact, but within seconds a loud slap retaliated off of the walls. You yelped at the suddenness, and though the pain was present it felt amazing.

"Are you forgetting something, kitten?", Changbin asked sternly.

You thought for a second before realizing you that you nearly forgotten to count.

"One." you said quickly, earning a chuckle from Changbin.

"Such a good girl…" he said as he rubbed your other ass cheek before lifting his hand and slapping it harder than the first, a mark quickly coming up to the surface.

"Two."

~♡~

The slaps went on for a few more minutes before he signaled that it was over by kissing one of the marks gently.

You were about to speak up when Changbin suddenly pulled your underwear to the side and stuck a finger in, curling it hastily.

You moaned out at the feeling, tugging at your restraints as your boyfriend licked a stripe from your clit up to your stuffed hole, sticking another finger in simultaneously.

The amount of pleasure building up fast making you squirm and whine. You didn't want to cum yet, it was too soon.

Changbin left a harsh slap on your thigh to make you stop writhing around. It took a moment before you stopped, gripping onto the railings the rope was attached to.

"S-sir…", you whined out, your high coming in faster and faster. And as soon as you began clenching, Changbin pulled out making you sigh out in an annoyed manner from being edged.

You suddenly felt Changbins hand run through your hair, suddenly gripping harshly to pull your head up and whisper in your ear.

"Are you annoyed, my little pet?"

You shook your head no, Changbin nodding before stepping back.

You heard the buckle on his belt before hearing Changbins relieve sigh. His cock springing free, hitting his stomach. His fingers reached forward and grazed your side.

"You know your safe word, sweetheart?"

He asked, as you confirmed your safe word 'stars' before gripping onto your sides and lining up.

You felt his member rub up and down your dripping slit before sliding in easily. Changbin groaned at the feeling waiting a few seconds before he began to thrust.

Instantly a moan came out and you began to tug on your restraints yet again. The feeling of Changbins throbbing cock hitting your g-spot making your mind go blank.

Changbin groaned loudly, looking down at the way your pussy was basically swallowing his member, the feeling of you clenching and clenching around him driving him mad.

"Fuck, sir, faster please!"

That was all Changbin needed, and he complied to your request instantly. Snapping his hips at an unimaginable speed. Athens roughness driving you crazy.

Slowly Changbin leaned over your back, wrapping his hand around your throat from behind pushing you closer to the edge.

He trusted a few more times before groaning into your ear.

"Kitten, shit, if you keep clenching around me like that I'm gonna cum early."

And you did exactly that, the feeling of Changbins seed spilling into you was all you needed to drive you over the edge.

You moaned and grunted as Changbin rode out your highs, pulling back slowly and pulling out carefully.

He turned around and turned off the camera before quickly going around to untie your hands,your body instantly falling into the sheets, the feeling of mixed juices streaming down your leg.

You then felt Changbins hand on your cheek. When you opened your eyes you saw him looking down at you.

"Do you need anything baby?"

"I want cuddles…" you whispered, your throat aching from the screams after your high.

Changbin chuckled before lying down next to you, pulling your body as close to his as you could.

"I guess we'll be cleaning up later then." he said, kissing the top of your head before drifting off to sleep.

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reminiscing-writer · 6 years ago

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Spencer Reid x Reader where she confesses shes always loved him while held at gun point like jj did?? Thank you baby ❣

YES OKAY *clears throat*

WARNING:

References to rape, being held hostage, violence

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You were shaking, not from fear, but from the cold of the freezer you were being held hostage in.

Your captor played with the revolver in his hands, and put it to his bottom lip, as if he were thinking, “I’m bored! Come on! Give me a good one!” He exclaimed loudly, his voice booming in the closed room.

“David, there are agents en route, there’s no use in dragging your game out.” Spencer, your fellow partner and captive, spoke up. He was hunched over from a previous fight between him and the unsub, his left eye black and blue, hair disheveled, and cheeks bloody with scratches. Both of you had your hands tied behind your back, and were sat to face one another.

“But, you see,” David Bryce said with a tsk, “the game is what makes the killing even more fun.” He pointed the gun to you, “Tell me a secret.”

You rolled your eyes. You had it with his bullshit game. For the past hour he had just been having you and Spence reveal petty things about yourself. He wasn’t getting anything that satisfied him, and you planned on keeping it that way.

“I’m an alien,” you said, looking at him cocking your head, “bite me.”

Bryce wasn’t having at your smart remark, and hit you with the butt of his gun. Aiming the revolver back at you, he rolled the cylinder and pulled down the hammer, making the bullets make a noise as one fell into the barrel.

“I said,” he growled, “tell me a secret. And make it good,” he walks towards Spence, taking the gun off you. He hits him with the guns butt, causing your friend to fall to side, groaning, with a bloody nose, “or Pretty Boy gets it.”

“Spence! You asshole!” You growled, pulling at the restraints holding you back. He pulled his leg back to kick Spence, when you yelled out, “Fine! I’ll tell you!”

He grimaced at your surrender. Looking at you expectantly, he walked towards you.

“Tell your Prince Charming here about that time in college.” He smirked to you.

Your eyes widened at him, “W-What?” You breathed out quietly.

“You remember, don’t you? With that party girl phase.” He looked at you like a predator with its prey. You could tell he was happy to have stricken a nerve.

You felt as though a wall you had built up around you had crumbled in a matter of seconds. “Please,” you pleaded, shaking your head.

“We haven’t got all day,” he played with him in his hands, “Party Girl.” He smirked.

You clenched your jaw, trying to play a strong character, “It was nothing. I was in college and got wasted at a party.” You avoided eye contact with both your captor and your best friend. Spencer had no idea what you were talking about. He looked at you with confused eyes.

“Oh, come on!” David come towards you, “Don’t make me push it out of you.” He threatened, grabbing your jaw roughly.

You had tried for years to bury this memory, and here you were, at gunpoint, having to relive it, in front of your friend.

You gulped, “I was in college,” you started off quietly, “I was at a party, and had a few too many drinks. My- my boyfriend at the time said he would take me home, but,” you swallowed a lump in your throat, and blinked twice as you felt your chest tighten, “but, instead him and a few of his friends took me into the basement of the house we were in, and they took advantage of me.” You quickly spit out, running through your sentence, like it burned your tongue.

David peered his eyes at you. He squat down in front of you, “How many guys were there?”

You avoided his eyes, “Four.” You whispered. You could feel Spencer’s eyes on you.

“Did they take turns?” He pryed. “Or, just go all at once with you?” You could see a smile on his lips.

“Leave me alone.” You whispered again, your heart beating loudly in your ears.

“I bet your boyfriend didn’t even feel bad about it, did he? He probably knew you liked it.” David wouldn’t budge from in front of you. You clenched your jaw tight, “You did like it, didn’t you?” He grabbed your face to look at him, “You’re just a whore, you probably loved it.”

“Hey!” Spencer called for David’s attention.

You gathered saliva in your mouth, and spit at him, “I said, leave me alone.” You growled.

He slapped you, and grabbed your jaw tightly, “Leave her alone!” You heard Spencer struggle against his restraints.

“You told the police, didn’t you?” David started again, his face inches away from yours, “But they didn’t believe you.”

You stare back at his cold eyes, memories coming back to you. The party, the incident, the pain and betrayal.

David let go of your face, and started to unbutton your top, “Stop,” you pleaded, scooting yourself back, only to have him pull you back front by your collar.

He undoes your bottons, ignoring Spencer’s pleas to leave you alone. You sit completely still, looking down in shame. He runs his hands over the top of your breast, tracing a scar.

“Your boyfriend do this? Because you didn’t want his friends to touch you?” His cold touch stung you.

“When I was twelve, in high school, I was tricked by a girl I liked, to strip down in front of the whole school and I was tied to a goal post!” Spencer cried out, getting David’s attention, finally. “When I was ten, my father left my mother and I, and I’ve been caring for her since.” He starts spitting out secrets, in attempt to drive David away from you.

He fails, as David turns back to you, kissing your neck. You turn your head as far away as you can, and feel your bottom lip quiver, “Please,” you tremble, “leave me alone.”

He backs up, looking at you, eye to eye, “Tell Dr. Reid the one secret you were never planning on revealing.” He wise thriving off your pain and fear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tears were streaming down your face and you weren’t even sure when you started crying.

“Tell him you love him.” He whispered quietly, so Spencer couldn’t hear.

You looked down, crying harder at your exposed chest. You knew exactly where this was going. David was satisfied with breaking you, and now, it was the end for you.

You took a shaky deep breath, “Spencer,” you looked at the broken man before you. He had shed a few tears along with your story, and his bloody nose had dried, “I love you.” You admitted sadly.

His hair was matted down to his sweaty forehead, “Y/n, don’t do this, please.” He shook his head.

“I mean it,” You chuckled softly, “I do love you. I have, for a long time. Even though you don’t believe in love at first sight, I think that’s what it was.” You smiled small. “I loved you when you wore your big nerdy glasses, to when you got your boy band haircut. And, I love you now.”

Spencer looked at you dearly.

David came up behind you, and leaned down to your ear, whispering, now loud enough for Spencer to hear, “Do you love him enough to die for him?”

Spencer’s eyes widened, “No,” he whispered in disbelief.

“Yes,” You answer, looking at nothing but Reid.

“No! No, y/n! Don’t!” Spencer cried out, pulling against his ropes.

“Say it.” David said, pulling his gun back into view.

“Yes,” you breathed, “I love Spencer, and I would die for him.”

“Y/n! No! David, please! Stop!” He cried desperately, pulling at his hands with no prevail. You felt the cold barrel of the gun touch the back of your head. Defeated, you shut your eyes, and felt tears run down your cheeks. Spencer was screaming in the corner, also crying, seeing his best friend about to be executed.

There was a thumping on the freezer door, and with a loud bang, simultaneously, the door flew open, and you felt a sharp pain in your chest. You felt yourself fall, face flat, and rolled onto your back, groaning in agonizing pain.

Looking down, you saw two holes in your abdomen. One right by the scar on your breast, and one to the side of your stomach.

You curled into a ball, hoping to ease the pain, but that was useless. The blood ran everywhere, covering the floor beneath you. The team had all entered the room you were in, and Derek and Emily took away a resistant David, while JJ untied Spencer. He ran towards you the instant he was free.

Falling beside you, he took your head into his lap, “Y/n, oh god, y/n, please.” He wiped the hair away from your face, the blood all on his hands, as well as your face. “Just hang on, the medics are here, Hotch is bringing them in.”

Your hands were still tied behind your back, but you nod to his bloody nose with your eyes, “Sorry,” You cough, “that’s on me.” You chuckle lowly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he apologized, pulling your shirt, to cover your exposed chest, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve been able to talk him down, I-” he rambles.

“Hey, I’m going to be fine, don’t worry.” You say, your eyes dropping. You feel tired, and even colder than before.

“Damn right,” he nodded, sniffling, “You have to. You can’t just die on me after confessing your love like that.” He half smiled.

You copied his crooked smile, “Yeah, you have to make me your girlfriend after this. I took a bullet for you.” You try laughing, but it comes as a cough making you wince in pain.

The EMT comes in, and Spence and the medic undo your bindings and help you onto the stretcher. They get Spence and you into an ambulance- him insisting on staying with you. They sedate you, in order to see the situation and stitch you accordingly.

As your eyes begin to close, and your breathing slows, Spencer takes your hand in his, as an EMT works on a cut on his cheek, “Hey,” he calls for your attention. You turn your head to him, barely nodding, “I love you too.” You shut your eyes, a smile taking its place on your lips.

Lol wat was that lmao that was different than expected

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cyborgsquirrel · 4 years ago

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Sanctuary: Chapter 21

Pairing: Wolfstar

Summary: The epic tale of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, from their first meeting until their happily ever after.

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Sunday, 31st October 1971, 12:15 pm The Marauders spent every spare moment of the two weeks following the potion disaster perfecting their plans, practising the spells and brewing a new potion which his friends had ordered Remus to stay away from. Something he had been more than happy to do. During the last week, they had taken it in turns to sneak down to the Great Hall in pairs during the night and cast the required spells. Remus had requested Sirius be his partner for the night missions, as he was more comfortable sharing the cloak with him than the others, leaving James to work with Peter.

The big day had finally arrived, and they were all feeling antsy and restless, anxious for everything to go off without a hitch. Remus, though, was suffering the effects of the coming moon on top. He'd woken that morning with a deep ache in his bones, and his senses were already heightened.

To make matters worse, his friends would not stop bugging him about being in the Great Hall for the feast. 'You have to be there, you put so much work into it,' Sirius pleaded. 'Yeah. You can sit at the end with Sirius next to you and us opposite. We'll make sure no one gets close to you,' Peter said. Remus shook his head. 'I don't know, guys. It's going to be so crowded.' 'What if you come for lunch? Try it out and see how you feel?' James said. That actually sounded like a reasonable idea. It wouldn't be as busy at lunch, especially on a Sunday. Everyone went at different times during the hour that food was made available. So he would be able to get an idea of whether it would be bearable without getting overwhelmed. 'Alright, I'll come for lunch, but I'm not making any promises about attending the feast.' The three Marauders grinned at him in victory, and Sirius whooped for good measure. Lunch went well. As promised, they sat at the far end of Gryffindor's table, furthest from the teachers and from the entrance, and Sirius sat on his right. Sirius was right-handed and Remus was left-handed, so that seating arrangement meant neither of them had to move the arm that was next to the other, minimising the chance of accidental touch. The hall was such a cavernous space that Remus even found the noise level bearable, and the food smells masked the scent of Sirius enough for him to focus. Someone, probably Hagrid, had decorated the Hall for Halloween with fake spiderwebs, pumpkins, and orange and black streamers. Thankfully, none of the school's decorations would interfere with the Marauder's plans for the evening's entertainment, but they looked around with interest, making notes for the next year. 'We could definitely use those pumpkins for something,' James said, leaning over the table and pointing. Sirius nodded. 'The streamers too. Even the spider webs have potential.' At that moment, Remus spotted Lily approaching. 'Let's discuss this later. We have company,' he said, nodding at her. 'Hi, Remus. It's good to see you in the Hall for a change.' 'I thought it was about time. My friends promised to keep me safe,' he said, offering her a smile. 'Hmm,' she said, eyeing the other boys. 'Well, if you ever want a break from them, you're welcome to sit with me and my friends.' 'Why would he want a break from us, Evans?' Sirius asked. 'We're his best mates.' 'You can sit with us too if you want?' James said. 'Urgh, no, thank you. I'd rather sit alone.' She turned back to Remus. 'I'll talk to you in Defence tomorrow.' And with a toss of her hair, she returned to her friends. 'Yeah. Okay, bye then,' Remus muttered to her retreating back, wondering why she had such an issue with his friends but liked Snape of all people. 'So, after that rather rude interruption, what are we going to do for our Chief Artist's birthday on Wednesday?' James asked. Sirius' birthday was on Wednesday? Oh, that just wasn't fair. The full moon was Tuesday night. He'd be stuck in the hospital wing all day and miss everything. 'I was thinking,' Sirius said, keeping his eyes on his plate and tearing apart his sandwich. 'I'd rather celebrate at the weekend. If we do it Wednesday, we'd only have the afternoon, and with Astronomy class at midnight, we might want to sleep. Saturday would be much better.' James looked thoughtful. 'That makes sense. We definitely need an entire day to properly celebrate the birth of a Marauder. What do you want to do?' Sirius glanced up and made eye contact with James briefly, before looking back at his mangled sandwich. 'Can we go to the beach room and make sandcastles? I've never made a sandcastle.' James' smile dropped, and he swallowed, blinked rapidly, took a deep breath and plastered a fresh grin back on his face just in time for Sirius to look up at him. 'I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,' he said. 'We'll make the biggest, most outstanding Marauderly sandcastle that was ever built.' Sirius grinned. Remus felt a thrill of excitement. He didn't remember ever making a sandcastle either, although he assumed he probably had been to the beach before he was bitten. And they were going to celebrate on Saturday when he'd be fully recovered and able to join in. He thanked Merlin for Sirius' vanity that made him want a whole day to celebrate. 'And after curfew, we can hole up in the dorm and play games. We can get snacks from the kitchen first,' Sirius said. 'Or we can sneak out and play games,' James said. 'Even better,' Sirius said, his grin getting impossibly wider. The afternoon passed in a haze of motion. James would not stop pacing around the dorm room, muttering about all the things that might go wrong. Sirius alternated between lounging on his bed with an air of carelessness and rocketing around the room like he had a broomstick stuck up his butt, bothering everyone with his premonitions of doom. Peter sat on his bed with his knees curled up to his chest, rocking back and forth, while occasionally announcing how many detentions they would get if this all went horribly wrong. Remus was the only Marauder who was calm. He knew everything had been set up perfectly. They had considered every potential thing that could go wrong and planned for it. The magic was perfect after the hours they had spent practising. There was nothing to worry about. Also, he was in a lot of pain and that was taking up most of his thoughts. As the hour approached, the Marauder's excitement began to overtake their nerves. Not that that did anything to stop their continuous motion. James continued to pace, only his muttering changed to assertions of how brilliant it was going to be. Sirius went from lounging and rocketing to lounging and bouncing, and his declarations of doom switched to declarations of victory. Peter's rocking turned to jiggling and his announcements to giggles. Remus alone remained calm and quiet, enduring their restlessness in silence. Until he finally broke... 'Please!' he yelled, before taking a deep breath and continuing in a quieter voice, 'Will you all sit down and be quiet for a moment. You're driving me insane.' 'Sorry, Remus,' Sirius said, immediately sitting down on his bed and glaring at James and Peter until James also sat down and Peter stilled his jiggling. 'Thank you,' he said. 'You all need to calm down. If you go down to the feast like this, the teachers will know something's up.' 'He's right,' James said. 'If we want to remain anonymous, we have to act like nothing's wrong.' 'Deep breaths everyone,' Sirius said. They spent a few minutes calming themselves down, and when they all felt ready, they made their way down to the Great Hall. Remus was a little worried about attending but talked himself into it. He really wanted to see the result of all their hard work and lunch hadn't been so bad. By the time he realised his mistake, he was already inside the Great Hall and it was too late to turn back. He would have to grin and bear it. There were three times as many people present as there had been at lunch, and the noise was deafening. His head was aching before he even sat down. They took the same seats they had earlier in the day, and they glanced around, waiting for the show to begin. It only took a minute after the food had appeared for the first belch to sound close enough to their position for them to hear it. A few people in their proximity giggled, and the Marauders grinned at each other. Sirius picked up his own fork and scooped up a large mouthful of mashed potatoes, one of the foods they'd added the belch powder to earlier, and winked at his friends as he put it in his mouth. The others followed suit, knowing if they wanted to avoid suspicion they had to be affected, and soon all four Marauders had joined the majority of the students, belching bubbles of various sizes which floated up to the ceiling. Remus glanced at the teachers. They all looked mystified. Ten minutes later, the festivities kicked up a notch as all the bubbles simultaneously transformed into bright orange bats. A few of the younger students screamed, but the majority laughed as the bats flew around the hall, staying close to the ceiling and performing incredible feats of aerobatics, all while dropping orange and black glitter down over the tables. The glitter floated in the air, sparkling in the candlelight, but vanished before it reached the food. After a couple more minutes had passed, and the air was sufficiently filled with sparkling glitter, the candles floating above the tables drifted higher and away, taking up positions evenly spaced around the circumference of the hall. Music started up, seeming to emanate from the walls themselves. That had been a nice little spell Remus had found quite by accident when looking for the shield charm for the candles. The candles began to sway to the tune before converging in the centre of the hall, high up in the air, creating a blast of flame that shot up towards the ceiling. The bats flew into the flame, each one hitting in time with a pulse of bass, and exploding in a fresh shower of glitter. When all the bats had vanished, the candles spread back out and carried out an intricate dance in time with the music. The students craned their necks up throughout the display and oohed and aahed at appropriate moments. As the last notes came to an end, the candles returned to their original positions, and a message blazed to life on the wall behind the teachers.

Happy Halloween!

We hope you enjoyed the entertainment

from the Hogwarts Marauders

All four house tables broke into applause and cheers. Dumbledore got to his feet and coughed to get everyone's attention. 'What a marvellous display of magic from some mystery benefactors. I'm going to assume that no school rules were broken in the process of setting this up,' he said, his eyes twinkling in the candlelight. 'And, as it would seem suitable safety precautions were taken to protect both the audience and the food, no investigation will be made to find the perpetrators.' With that, he sat back down and continued to eat. 'What the hell?' James asked. 'We got in so much trouble for the balloon thing, and they're not even going to investigate this?' Remus rubbed his temples. He really wanted to go and lie down now the show was finished. 'Your balloon thing caused a lot of extra work for the teachers and inconvenienced the students. This did no harm. No one was hurt, there's no mess to clean up, and the food is all fine. No harm, no punishment.' Remus excused himself a few minutes later and returned to the dorm to sleep. He'd enjoyed watching the results of their efforts, but he was paying for it in agonising pain. His head throbbed in time with his heartbeat, and his joints jolted with a sharp pain every time he moved them. It was nothing compared to the pain of his coming transformation, though. That month, it was bad. Remus woke up for the first time late on Wednesday afternoon, and he was still injured. He could feel healing lacerations on his stomach, arms and legs and the ache of mending bones. Why hadn't he finished healing yet? Moonset was hours ago. He lay there for ten minutes before Madam Pomfrey bustled in. 'Oh, good, you're awake at last. I was getting worried,' she said. Remus tried to sit up, but it hurt too much so he gave up. 'What happened?' Madam Pomfrey frowned. 'I'm not sure why, but your injuries were very bad this month. You're mostly healed up now, but I want to keep you in overnight, just to make sure.' Remus nodded. It didn't even cross his mind to argue with her. He felt like shit. He closed his eyes and allowed sleep to carry him away from the pain. The next time he woke, it was dark. He could see the night sky through the window, reflecting off the surface of the lake, including the moon, so close to full, its image marred by the ripples. He was feeling a lot better and the ridiculous amount of sleep he had had made him feel restless. He pulled himself to a sitting position and tried to decide what to do. Homework? No, it was already finished. And he had no research projects for the Marauders. They hadn't yet discussed what they were going to do for the end of term/Christmas feast. What he really wanted to do was make something for Sirius' birthday. He couldn't buy him a present as he had no money. So something made with his own personal magic would have to do. But what? An idea occurred to him, and he grabbed his bag, pulling out his wand, some parchment and a quill and got to work.

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Sirius didn't sleep much the night before his birthday. He was far too worried about Remus. As much as he tried not to think about it, his mind kept conjuring the images from the werewolf books but with Remus' face, contorted in agony, ripping himself apart. It was horrible. And he knew it was even worse for Remus. Wherever he was. As a result, when he woke at six o'clock, he felt like crap and he thanked Merlin that he only had to endure two lessons that morning, one of which was History and could easily be slept through. When James and Peter wished him a happy birthday, he merely grunted and asked them to save it for Saturday. He wasn't going to celebrate without Remus. He was like a kneazle on hot coals all day, waiting for Remus to return. No matter what room he was in, he oriented himself towards the door so he could keep an eye out for him. When they got to Charms class, he was pleased to learn they were working on Alohomora, Sirius wouldn't have to try very hard. He had mastered this spell out of sheer desperation, trying to get to Remus in case he was hurt. Thinking of that night only reminded Sirius that Remus really was hurt, an unknown amount, lying in the hospital wing, and he had to stay away because he wasn't supposed to know. He scowled at the padlock on his desk and jabbed his wand at it. The padlock flew across the room and clattered to the floor at Professor Flitwick's feet. He merely floated it back to Sirius' desk and asked him to try again. Sirius scowled at Professor Flitwick when he turned away. 'Mate, what is up with you today?' James asked. 'It's your birthday, and you're acting like you've just been handed a life sentence in Azkaban. Is it because Remus had to go and see his mum?' It seemed like as good an excuse as any. 'Yeah, I just wish he was here is all.' 'I'm sure he'll be back in time for Saturday, though,' James said, patting him on the shoulder. Sirius offered him a smile. James was doing his best. How was he supposed to know Remus was holed up in the hospital wing, possibly gravely injured? 'Yeah, I hope so.' It didn't even occur to him until well into the afternoon that he hadn't received so much as a letter from his parents, never mind a present. When he did realise, he told himself he didn't care, but deep down it stung. His parents couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge the day he was born. He meant that little to them now. James wandered over to him sometime after dinner. 'You alright, mate? You've barely said a word all afternoon.' Sirius rolled over to face him. 'Yeah. Parents didn't send me anything for my birthday. I know they're mad, but they've never just outright ignored my birthday before.' James sat down on the edge of the bed, and Sirius shuffled over to make room for him. James laid back and put his arm around him, and he snuggled up, putting his head on James' chest. 'Damn, mate. I'm sorry, that totally sucks. Your parents are evil assholes, and they don't deserve an amazing person like you for a son,' he said, squeezing his arm around Sirius' shoulders in a hug. 'Thanks, James,' Sirius whispered. His eyes were burning, but warmth burst to life in his chest. Peter joined them on Sirius' other side, curling up behind him and wrapping an arm around his waist. Sirius lay there for an indeterminable amount of time, wrapped in the warmth of his friend's arms. He was thankful to have found friends that were so physical; their affection was welcome after eleven years of being starved of it. But he didn't feel like he deserved any of it. He began to get really worried when curfew arrived and Remus still hadn't returned. The worst part was, he couldn't show how worried he really was because Remus had told them his mum was sick and he was going home to see her, and hadn't said when he'd be back other than a vague, 'It'll be a day or two.' So, as far as James and Peter knew, there was nothing wrong. He was restless and agitated all through Astronomy and kept turning the telescope from the constellation of Cygnus which they were supposed to be studying, to look at the almost full moon and send it mental waves of hatred for hurting Remus so badly that he needed to spend such a long time in the hospital wing. He wished he could sneak down and see him, but he wasn't supposed to know he was there. If Remus would only trust him enough to tell him, then he could be there every month, but how could he get Remus to trust him? Maybe he could bring up the subject of werewolf rights somehow and let Remus know he wasn't anti-werewolf. But it might scare him if Sirius just randomly started talking about werewolf rights. Urgh, he didn't know what to do. Despite his worry, sleep came easily to him that night, probably because he'd gotten so little the night before, and he slept soundly through until six o'clock when his internal alarm clock--named Walburga--told him it was time to get up. He opened his eyes and glanced over to Remus' bed. Still empty. Where was he? By quarter to ten, Sirius was lounging on his bed, trying to think of an excuse to borrow James' cloak so he could sneak down to the hospital wing, when Remus finally walked through the door. Sirius tried to play it cool, not wanting Remus to notice his anxiety and worry if he knew something, but his relief at seeing he was alive and well was intense. 'You're back!' James said. 'How's your mum?' Remus smiled and limped over to his bed to sit down. Wait. Why was he limping? 'She's much better, thank you. The doctors are worried she might have a relapse, though, so I might have to go back again.' 'What's a doctor?' Sirius asked, and Remus and Peter both laughed. 'It's a muggle version of a medi-witch or wizard,' Remus said. 'Wouldn't a medi-witch be better?' James asked. 'Isn't there a magical cure?' Remus shook his head. 'Most magical cures don't work on muggles. They don't have any innate magic for the magic in the cure to interact with.' 'Damn, that sucks,' James said. 'Muggle medicine is very advanced. The doctors are hopeful she'll be fine,' Remus said with a shrug. Sirius couldn't hold back any longer. He needed to know. 'What happened to your leg?' he blurted. Remus glanced at him. 'Fell down the stairs. I'll go ask Madam Pomfrey to look at it after Transfiguration.' That confused Sirius for a moment. Hadn't he just left the hospital wing? But then he realised Remus must be expecting it to finish healing soon, and he needed an excuse for his limp to disappear. He must have been very badly injured to still be hurt now. From what Sirius had seen after the disastrous flying lesson, he healed really fast. 'I'm sorry I missed your birthday, Sirius,' Remus said. 'I really wanted to be here.' Sirius waved his apology away. 'Don't worry about it. We're celebrating Saturday, anyway.' 'I know, I'm looking forward to it,' Remus said with a small smile. Remus disappeared for the entire free period after Transfiguration, but he rejoined them for lunch, minus his limp, and ate with them in the Great Hall, which put Sirius in a fantastic mood for the rest of the day. He watched Remus during Potions and could tell he was struggling with the smells in the room, but with Peter's gentle guidance, he managed to produce a reasonable cough potion, and Sirius felt a rush of pride for his friend when Slughorn gave him an E. After dinner, Remus announced he was going to the library to get his homework finished and wouldn't be able to make it to Art Club that evening. Sirius was disappointed. He enjoyed spending that hour alone with Remus every week, but he understood that the extended hospital stay would cause him to fall behind, so he tried not to show it and went alone. It was nowhere near as much fun without him. Studying the gorgon in defence on Friday spawned a lot of Slytherin related snake-hair jokes, and Remus once again disappeared off to the library during the morning free period. But after dinner he announced he was all caught up with his work and spent the evening with them in the common room, eating the remainder of the post-moon chocolate Sirius had produced the day before and making plans for Saturday. Sirius had no idea how they managed to wake before him, but at one minute to six on Saturday morning, he was awoken by his fellow Marauders standing around his bed and singing as loud as they possibly could.

Happy Sirius day to you

Happy Sirius day dearest Sirius

Happy Sirius day to YOOOOOU!

The moment they finished singing, red and gold glitter showered down on him from his bed canopy. Sirius sat up in bed, grinning so hard his jaw hurt. 'Sirius day? I like the sound of that.' James grinned back at him. 'Today is all about you. Anything you want to do, we do. But first, presents!' 'You got me presents?' Sirius asked, shifting onto his knees on the bed and bouncing a little. 'Gimme!' After running to their trunks, James and Peter climbed onto the foot of the bed and Remus perched at the head next to him, each of them holding a parcel wrapped in shiny red paper and tied with a gold ribbon. Sirius shifted over to make more room. James handed him the first gift and Sirius ripped it open. It was a wizard art set in a beautiful mahogany case. There was an assortment of brushes and quills, all engraved with the words Chief Artist, a selection of paints and inks; some that changed between two colours; some that would shift on the page to simulate movement; and some that would flash between many colours or shades, as well as a packet of enchanted canvasses and a fold-up easel. Sirius adored it and couldn't wait to try it out. 'This is amazing, mate,' he said, pulling out a bottle of ink to examine it. He looked up to meet James' eyes. 'Thank you.' James looked pleased with his response to the present. 'I expect an awesome painting from you soon. We need something good to decorate the dorm.' 'You'll get one,' Sirius said, closing the case and leaning over to put it on the floor by his bed, out of the way. 'Who's next?' Peter handed him his gift. 'I couldn't afford anything as good as James, but I hope you like it.' 'It's from you. Of course, I'll like it,' Sirius said, tearing off the paper to reveal a selection of sweets from Honeydukes. 'Excellent! It's always nice to have a stash of sweets.' He immediately pulled out a packet of ice mice and offered them around. 'Thanks, Pete.' Peter beamed at him and took one of the proffered sweets. Remus held out his parcel. 'I didn't have any money, so I made you this myself.' 'Thanks, Remus,' Sirius said, taking the package and smiling at him. 'Knowing you, I bet this is going to be brilliant.' Remus just shrugged. Sirius pulled the paper off to reveal a rough wooden box with a hinged lid and intricate patterns carved all across the surface. He looked up. 'It's beautiful. Thank you. You made this?' Remus nodded. 'The box is a transfigured stick, and I made the hinges from some old quills. Open it.' Sirius did so and gasped. The inside of the lid was dotted with twinkling, pale green lights, and one bright-red light, on a background of jet black. Sirius pointed. 'That's Canis Major. And that,' he said, pointing at the single red light, 'is me.' The only red star in a sea of Slytherin green, he thought. Remus nodded. 'It's a small section of the night sky as seen from Hogwarts on the night you were born.' 'Are you serious?' James opened his mouth, and Sirius pointed at him. 'Don't.' James shut his mouth again and Sirius turned back to Remus. 'Fucking hell, Remus. That must have taken you hours to figure out.' 'Just a few.' He smiled. 'If you channel some of your magic into it to activate the charm, then it will only open for you. I thought you could hide things in it.' Sirius shook his head. 'I was wrong,' he said, his eyes burning. 'This isn't brilliant, it's incredible. Thank you, Remus. I want to give you a hug, but I know you'd hate that. So just have the sentiment. I love it.' He grinned. James clapped his hands and chuckled. 'Well, way to over-shadow our presents without spending a knut. I can't wait for my birthday.' 'No one has overshadowed anyone,' Sirius said, crossing his arms. 'I love all my presents equally.' 'You're insane then,' James said, jumping off the bed. 'Remus' was obviously the best. Now come on, lazybones, we've got sandcastles to build.' Sirius grinned and put his new box carefully on his bedside table. He'd only been awake half an hour and the day was already the best day of his life. They arrived at the beach room an hour later after scoffing down as much food as they could in the Great Hall. There was no one else there so early on a Saturday morning, and they made the most of it. Using a little charm that Remus had looked up in preparation, they each built a sandcastle big enough to stand inside on different parts of the beach, and then they staged a war. They transfigured grains of sand into projectiles and used depulso and wingardium leviosa to fling them at each other's castles and defend their own from attack. The rules were simple. When your castle was destroyed, you were out. In reality, it didn't quite go that way. James' castle was taken out first by Peter using a sneak attack from behind, but Sirius--ever the noble hero--offered him refuge in his own fortress. Outraged at the blatant disregard for the rules, Remus and Peter teamed up to take them down. Sirius' castle fell quickly under the continuous barrage from two directions. Making a snap decision, Remus called for his now homeless friends to join him, and together the three of them combined forces to take down Peter's castle. With three against one, it didn't take long for Peter's castle to dissolve into a pile of sand, and Remus emerged victorious as the only Marauder with his castle still standing, albeit a little worse for wear after the battle. By the time their game was over, they had a small audience of fellow students who asked them for the spell to make the giant sandcastles so they could play too. Remus was more than happy to teach it to them. And so the year of the Hogwarts sand wars began. When it was time for lunch, they left the noisy, crowded beach-room and headed to the entrance hall. 'Would you mind if we all ate in the kitchen today?' Remus asked. Sirius gave him a sideways glance. His face was relaxed, and he didn't seem to be in any pain or discomfort. And the full moon was three nights ago. 'Sure, why not? It'll be cosier, anyway.' Remus smiled and led the way down into the dungeons and to the painting of a bowl of fruit. He waved Sirius through the door first, and when he entered the kitchen, Breen scurried over, bowed low and said, 'Happy Birthday, Master Sirius. Please follows me.' Sirius turned around and raised an eyebrow at his friends, who were all grinning like madmen, before following the house-elf through a door, down a maze of corridors and into a small room that was decked out in red and gold banners. There was a medium-sized table in the middle of the room, surrounded by four chairs and covered with plates of delicious smelling food. In the very centre was a small chocolate cake, just the right size for four growing boys, with twelve candles waiting to be lit. 'I don't know what to say,' Sirius said. James whooped. 'We did it. He's lost the power of speech!' Sirius smacked him around the back of the head. 'Shut up,' he said. Then he wrapped him in a hug, released him, hugged Peter, paused in front of Remus, not quite knowing how to show his appreciation, before deciding to just point at him. 'Thanks, you guys.' Breen left them to it, and they crowded around the table and dug into the birthday feast. Twenty minutes later, Breen returned to light the candles, and they sang another rousing chorus of Happy Sirius Day before enjoying the mouth-watering cake. Stuffed full to bursting, they returned to their dorm for an afternoon of exploding snap, chess and gobstones. All things considered, it was the best birthday of Sirius' life, and he was already looking forward to next year when he curled up in bed to sleep. The next morning, Sirius was about ready to strangle James within fifteen minutes of waking up. It was the first game of the Quidditch season, and to make matters worse, it was the most important one of the season. Gryffindor vs Slytherin. James was being unbearable. He had forced them all to dress in Gryffindor colours. Originally, he had asked Remus to make them red lion robes to wear, but Remus had pointed out that would ruin their anonymity, so they settled for just wearing red and gold. He then made Peter paint all their faces, except for Remus who did his own, and they headed down to breakfast, with James' continuous chatter about the players filling their ears. The Great Hall was deafening. The whole school seemed to be present, and with twice as much energy as normal. Remus took one look and announced he was eating in the kitchen. Sirius didn't blame him. As they entered the Hall, Sirius glanced up at the ceiling to check the weather. Clear and sunny, perfect conditions. He hoped to Merlin, Gryffindor would win. The idea of James if they lost didn't bear thinking about. After breakfast, they met back up with Remus and made their way to the Gryffindor section of the stands. They took seats right at the back, but the end seat of the back row was already taken, so Remus sat between Sirius and James. Sirius stole glances at Remus throughout the match, and he could tell he was having a hard time with the noise level. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes, and he flinched every time the crowd roared with excitement or disappointment. There was nothing Sirius could do about it though, so he concentrated on the game and tried not to be too rowdy. It was hard, though, when the Gryffindor team scored over and over again. They were on fire! When the two Seekers suddenly swept into a dive towards the Slytherin goal, Sirius leapt to his feet with everyone else, caught up in the excitement and screaming at the top of his lungs. "AND KING HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!" the commentator roared. The crowd went crazy! Jumping up and down and screaming with joy. Suddenly the person next to Sirius shoved into him, hard. Sirius stumbled, and putting his arms out to save himself, fell into Remus. Remus crashed to the ground with Sirius on top of him and he screamed in absolute horror. Sirius had never heard a sound like it. It drilled into his soul and turned his blood to ice. He was frozen for a split second before he scrambled to get up. To get off of Remus, who was still screaming. 'No, no. Get off. Oh Gods, no.' As he put his hands on the ground to push himself up, his left hand brushed up against Remus' hand ever so slightly, and he jerked it away quickly, hoping Remus was too out of it to feel the contact. He managed to get to his feet and realised everyone in their vicinity was staring at them. 'Alright. Shows over,' he snapped. 'Bugger off and celebrate.' James and Peter took over getting rid of the gawkers, and Sirius crouched down next to Remus, keeping his distance. Remus had curled up into a ball and was rocking back and forth, repeating the same words as before. 'No, no. Oh Gods, no. Please, no.' 'Remus?' Sirius said. Remus' eyes snapped to his. 'Did you touch me? Did you touch my skin?' he asked, his voice desperate. Sirius swallowed. Then he looked him right in the eye, and calling on his many years of experience, he lied his goddamned ass off. 'No, Remus. I swear, by some miracle I didn't. I promise.' Remus relaxed slightly and breathed out a sigh of relief. 'Oh thank Merlin,' he whispered. -o-o-o-o-

Extract from The Official Marauders Notebook

Notes passed between James and Remus during Transfiguration on Thursday morning, and later removed from the notebook and burned.

Remus, so glad you're back and your mum is okay. I was wondering if you could alter the glitter spell to rain from Sirius' bed canopy and make it Gryffindor colours? - James Thanks, mate. I can probably do that, but why? - Remus For his birthday! I want it to be really amazing. You know his parents didn't even send him a letter? - James Gods, really? The bastards! I'll find a way to make it happen. Anything else I can do? - Remus Can you find a spell that will let us make really huge sandcastles? Like, big enough to stand inside? I have an idea for a game we can play... - James Sounds intriguing, I'll do my best - Remus

Also, do you think the house-elves would let us have a little dinner party in the kitchen at lunchtime? - James I think they'd be delighted to set that up, I'll ask Breen. You're a really great friend, James. You know that? - Remus I am, aren't I? - James.

Chapter 22

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nautiscarader · 6 years ago

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Wendip Week day 3: We got each other now

(Ao3)

Tyrone Pines is an ongoing character in my older!Wendip stories, and he’s from @elentori-art‘s drawing.

- Well, we have each other now, son.

Saying this with a somber tone, Dipper put his arm around his son's shoulder, bringing him closer. He knew he wasn't gonna cry, he was far, far braver than he looked like. But still, something has been rising up in his chest, and the boy looked up at his father, looking for some wisdom in this difficult time.

- You know that means, right? - Yeah.

And suddenly, their sad faces wer filled with wide smiles as they exclaimed at the same time.

- We've got house to ourselves! Woo-hoo!

The two high-fived each other before Dipper prompted his son to turn around.

- Come on, wave mom goodbye one more time. - Bye, mommy!

The SUV honked again, before it disappeared behind the row of trees that hid Wendy and Dipper's house from the road.

- Don't forget to tell her that her hair looks nice after she comes back. - Dipper spoke to is son. - Why? - Well... I think women like when you mention that if they change the hair style. - Dipper pondered for a moment - I don't remember Wendy ever changing hers, though, but I always say it when she comes back from Mabel's day off at the spa anyway. - So, what should we do now? - Tyrone asked his father. - Well, let's think... What would mom not let us do if she was there?

The two men stood in place for a good minute, both scratching their chins in a near-identical, mirrored way. The truth was, Wendy wasn't a particularly strict mother, and living in woods of Gravity Falls meant Tyrone was both taught to follow rules, as well as to know when to break them.

At some point, Dipper shrugged.

- Okay, let's think what Wendy would not let us do if she wasn't letting us do stuff anyway... - Eat ice cream for breakfast! - Tyrone replied at once. - Good idea, champ.

A moment later, the two stormed for the kitchen, pushing themselves on the way, and it was Dipper who got to the freezer first. He took the large box, turned around and proudly opened it to his son's widening eyes.

- Oh, fudge! - Hey, language, son - No, it is fudge!

Dipper looked at the box he took out.

- Oh, fudge, you're right! - Better take some strawberry-filled waffles with it. - Good idea.

Dipper took his son into his arms and let him take the package of waffles from one of the upper shelves.

- Think about that, Tyrone, we've got a whole day to ourselves! We can do whatever we want. So, what do you want to do first?

His son pondered a while, and at the same time as Dipper, their faces curled into a wide grin.

"The history of tortoise polo is a long and rich one, dating back to 1845, when sir Roderick Pflummington The Fourth rode his tortoise Bobby in a military parade in front of the King, and had to dodge a kettle the Queen herself threw at him after the third hour, displaying lack of amusement..."

The monotone, drowsy voice of Bert Kurns narrating his miniseries slowly put the two men into a state of slumber, as they stared at the TV in their living room, consuming spoon after spoon of the fudge ice-cream. It was already 4 P.M.

- You've got to give it to him, he can make boring things interesting. - Yeah, I think so. - Dipper mumbled.

He flailed his hand, trying to take another scoop of the dessert, but found himself whacking on a plastic, no matter the angle. Gathering the strength, he turned to the side, and found the box near-empty.

- Well, ice cream is gone. - What? No, I only have half the stomach ache! - Tyrone protested. - Hang on, I think we have more in the freezer in the basement. - Right next to bear repellent and portable internet? - Tyrone asked. - That's right. Gotta be prepared for apocalypse, like mom says.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time, they launched their fist s at each other. Dipper's was rock, Tyrone chose scissors.

- Aww, man. - Tyrone groaned and reluctantly got up from the sofa to go downstairs.

The basement of their house was quite spacious, and the act of venturing underground always gave little Tyrone a bit of a thrill he could experience in their home. It was naturally cooler, just enough dark to make a few hairs on his neck to stand up, but it was still cozy enough to make him feel safe. Of course aside the pantry he was trying to reach, the most important part was the vault.

It was the only part of the basement that stood out, thanks to steel, clean, almost alien-looking, black door, heavily guarded by both magic and technology. He knew his parents kept treasures there, though he only was allowed a peek or two in his whole life, and he always wondered if it was possible to somehow outsmart his parents and get inside.

Tyrone walked to the spare fridge, opened the freezer and, much to his delight, found not one, but five spare packages of fudge ice cream. He grabbed two, and was about to rush upstairs, when he felt a sudden gust of chilly wind on his back. Thinking the door to the fridge opened again, he turned around, but as he did so, a new image made him open his eyes wide, and drop the packages of ice cream to the floor.

- Dad! Come quickly!

The voice of his son alerted Dipper at once, and much faster than he thought he'd be able to, he sprinted downstairs, fearing the worst.

What he saw wasn't the worst, but it was quite high on the scale.

In the wall opposite the backups, there was a hole, not a neatly cut one, but evidently torn by some animal, as splinters of wooden planks lie everywhere underneath it, and only the partial darkness obscured the mess. Dipper grabbed his son and pushed him gently aside.

- Careful, we don't know what's inside. Go upstairs, I'm gonna call Ford and Stan, we gotta see what caused the damage. And Wendy too, she should know. - Can't I help? - No, Tyrone, and beside, if it can rip through concrete and wood, I don't think you are safe here. - But Dad... - Do as I say, Tyrone.

The boy ran to the stairs, and he was half-way up, when he realised he should be hearing his father making the call. He turned around, cautiously walked back, and saw the basement empty, and his father nowhere in sight.

- Dad?

Swallowing loudly, Tyrone walked into the tunnel, making sure not to cut himself on the sharp, broken planks, and took out his phone to shine the light on the walls. The tunnel went down, and it was getting wider, though that didn't exactly make his journey down easier. Whatever creature lived there, didn't require rails or handles to secure itself while crawling.

There was however, a sound. A terrifying, paralysing sound of scratching and clicking that simultaneously made Tyrone freeze in place and push himself to go further.

His father was there, and he had to do something.

He realised he didn't need his phone anymore to shine light; the walls were covered with glowing mushrooms and purple crystals, emitting eerie, cold light. And then, amongst the unnatural noises, he heard something worse. His father's gurgled voice.

- Get... off... me...!

If he ever had any hesitation, it was gone once and for all. Tyrone peeked out of the corner and saw a monstrous, lobster-like creature with several, elephantine tentacles or trunks, holding his father. The dark, pupil-less eyes stared at him, with evidently one intention.

The next moment, the cavern was filled with a scream, but not of the monster, nor Dipper, who found it more and more difficult to breathe, but a new one.

- FUDGE YOU!

The creature turned its head towards the intruder, only to have his vision blocked by something gooey, cold, and rather tasty. The monster dropped Dipper to the ground, and it took him a while to get up, horrified by the sight of his son crawling further down.

- Ty...Tyrone!

Dipper desperately moved his arms and legs to climb up, but more importantly to push his son to the exit first.

- I got you, dad!

He reached his hand and with more than few problems pulled his father up, just in time for another loud noise to fill the cave.

- Run!

Dipper grabbed Tyrone and rushed to the exit, hoping he would be able to give his son more time to escape. The light of their basement was already on the horizon, getting closer with each second, but so was the noise of the pincers and claws behind them. Heart beat faster and faster, and only when Dipper and Tyrone crossed the boundary between the tunnel and their house Tyrone and Dipper allowed themselves a breather.

But the very next moment a loud crash behind them reminded them of the monster, who evidently couldn't get through the wall the first time, but found enough strength to do so now. Tyrone shrieked, but his vision was obscured by his father shielding him from the tentacles.

- Close your eyes!

Tyrone followed his father's command, and he did so, knowing what was gonna happen. Last thing he saw was his dad grabbing the bear repellent and aiming the nozzle straight at the monster's eyes. The basement was once again filled with its shriek, and Tyrone knew his father has done it.

And then, Tyrone felt something dripping on his face.

A single drop fell to his lips, and he realised he was tasting blood.

He opened his eyes, just in time to see his father fall to the floor beside him, and Tyrone quickly grabbed him to see if he was hurt, though he mentally tried to not notice the tentacle around his shoulder. But as he examined him, Tyrone realised it was the monster's appendage that was bleeding, an odd, violet thick substance, exactly where it has been cut.

- Get out, you oversized shrimp! You belong to the hors d'oeuvre table!

A familiar, loud voice brought a wide smile to Tyrone's face, when he saw his mother swinging a huge shining axe back and forth, chopping one appendage at a time, much to the creature's distress. But Wendy didn't want to harm the animal, she wanted to kill it once and for all. With a final swing, she bashed the creature's head, splitting it in half and covering herself with the same stinking, thick substance that was dripping from the floor.

Only when the lifeless body of the creature slid down the cave, Wendy allowed herself to turn back.

- Tyrone! Dip!

She dropped her axe and rushed to her family, and brought them into a tight hug. Tears flew down her cheeks, mixing with the odd substance that covered her, her husband and their son.

- Are you guys okay? - Ca-Careful, I-I might have a rib or two broken... - Dipper wheezed, and his eyes bulged when he felt Wendy's arms around him. - Oh, sorry, honey! We're gonna rush to the hospital soon. - Uhm...

Tyrone opened his mouth.

- Your hair look... uh, nice, mom?

With most of her strands dishevelled and soaked in the monster's blood, that was a blatant lie, but it didn't stop Wendy from bursting into a deep laughter while tears of happiness continued to trickle down her face. Even Dipper managed to let out a chuckle, though his tears were a bit more of pain.

"And thus, we conclude our 75-part miniseries about tortoise polo, its origins, and intense and violent history that continues till present day. In the next series, we will dive into the history of manatee surfing, a fascinating sport that originated in ancient Mesopotamia..."

Five hours later, three boxes of fudge ice cream lay open, one for each member of the Pines family. Dipper was worried the extra calories might rip the bandages he had around his torso off, but he also felt that each spoon improved his health significantly. For Wendy, no amount of sweets would produce a better taste than the one of safety, as she looked at the two men most dear to her life.

From time to time, she ruffled her son's hair, sneaking kisses on his forehead, much to his simultaneous delight and protest.

- Mo-om! - Shush, Tyrone. If you were to rescue your kid, you'd be giving them kisses all the time, just to make sure they're fine. - And me?

Dipper puckered his lips, but received only another portion of ice cream to his lips.

- You're getting nothing for going after that thing alone. - Hey, I told you! - Dipper protested - I tried to call Ford, Stand and you, but that thing got me first. I would never go into a dark tunnel alone.

He turned to his son.

- I said, I'd never go into a horrible, dark, monster-infested tunnel alone! - And if I didn't, you'd be its dinner. - Tyrone blew him a raspberry.

He yawned and cuddled up to sleep between his parents who quickly placed a blanket over him. A moment later, first snore filled the living room, when Tyrone fell asleep, tired after the day full of fudge and mortal peril.

- We trained our kid well. - Wendy cooed. - I agree. And sorry for ruining your day at spa with Mabel. - What? - Wendy looked up, confused - Oh, nah, that's alright. You guys are more important.

She leaned over their son and kissed Dipper, tasting the sweet, chocolate-y flavour on his lips.

- And don't worry, Dipper, I'll make sure to be very careful tonight.

Her voice suddenly turned into a low and smoky one, and even if Wendy didn't drag her finger gently across the bandaged side of his chest, Dipper's skin would be full of goosebumps.

- My combatant deserves it.

She then took her phone and replied Mabel the message that she meant to send five hours ago: that next time they play paint-ball, they will have to remove Waddles from her team, because he's too good.

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kumkaniudaku · 6 years ago

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Earned It

Word Count: 4,212

Warnings: Sexual Content (18+)

Written By: @justanotherloveaffair

ANYWHERE MASTER POST

Recommended Listening: Earned It x The Weekend

“Whatever you’re thinking about, I want in.”

Chadwick’s intrigue into whatever had his wife’s eyes so unfocused and far away turned into exasperation at her distraction and one-word answers since they sat down to another honeymoon breakfast.

“Co.”

Fingers snapped in front of her face.

“Tasha.”

“Hm?”

Her haste to prove herself present and in the moment made her fumble lowering her fork, causing it to clatter down on her breakfast plate instead. The harsh sound of steel on porcelain only heightened the awkward silence.

Something was distracting her. Since the second she opened her eyes and discovered the rapid heartbeat in her ribcage, her own slick juices leaking onto her bare thigh, and her hips rocking slightly into the mattress while Chadwick slept unaware. Her mind was foggy and blank with confusion until slowly, her dream drifted back in snippets.

The visuals came second to the feeling she remembered experiencing, a feeling of debased, filthy, animalistic desire. Of using and being used. Of opening up to the deepest parts of her cravings, the darkest part of her mind for Chadwick to plunder. She had little sense of the details, only the impression of them and it was enough to make her pull the edge of a pillow between her legs and get off as quickly as possible.

She glanced at Chadwick, still waiting for an explanation, then took a breath and looked her husband unflinchingly in the eyes.

“What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve ever imagined doing to me?”

Chadwick chewed his bacon and quickly swallowed, while CoCo maintained eye contact over the top of her coffee mug as she took a sip.

“Damn Co, you ain’t playin’ this morning. Lemme think about it. Shit.”

A smile curved her lips while she went for another sip of coffee, enjoying the uncomfortable state she’d put him in. One glance downwards at his growing, visible bulge gave away the filthy visuals he was likely having, making a current of excitement go through her like a shot.

He shifted himself in his shorts, visibly awkward and the arousal CoCo had woken up with only intensified.

“Come on.” She whined.

“You’re puttin me on the spot.”

“Quit stalling.”

They were smiling at each other as CoCo considered him with curious eyes, wondering at what deviousness Chadwick was hiding with his shy glances.

“Alright, don’t hold this against me if it turns you off.”

The anticipation made her want to scream. “Okay,” she nodded quickly, eyes brightly following his.

“Men’s locker room. You’re wearing thigh high socks, with the stripes at the top. I am pounding the shit out of you. In every hole. Multiple times.” He took a breath. “While other guys watch.”

CoCo’s coffee mug slowly lowered to the table. “Damn. That’s … wow. Specific,” she nodded slowly, looking simultaneously impressed and distracted by the image.

“Yeah. Not realistic though. Obviously.”

“I could get some thigh highs when we get back… we could pretend,” she offered, lifting her brows as Chadwick’s hand lowered to his crotch and he groaned in response.

“Really?”

She nodded, popping a slice of pineapple in her mouth, watching him savor the image with his eyes closed.

Chadwick pushed back from the table a little, crumbling his napkin over his now empty plate and peered at her. “I think I know your answer.”

CoCo stiffened with nervous anticipation as the subject came up.

She analyzed his body language, tone, and facial expression, hoping to find a crack in the armor she could chip her way into with her next words. She chose them carefully.

“It’s nothing more than a kink, Aaron. It’s about belonging to you, not being inferior to you. It’s about not being a mother or a wife for a minute and just being your fuck toy instead. I want you to use me not because it’s what you want, but because it’s what I want.”

Her words became passionate as she spoke, surprising even herself at how strongly she felt about it. Her decoding of Chadwick’s face gave her a rush of hope at how closely he was listening, and when she was done, instead of immediately dismissing her, he looked thoughtful, though still skeptical.

“I would just never do anything to make you feel … worthless.”

CoCo reached across the table, holding her hand palm-up and wiggling her fingers until he clasped his hand over hers.

They both smiled when their eyes connected.

“I know, baby.”

Sensing she had said the last word on the subject, she let out a breath and let her eyes wander out over the ocean as they sat in companionable silence, while CoCo’s inner world overflowed with thoughts she couldn’t voice out loud.

After breakfast, a moody silence settled over Chadwick that followed him from the table to the sunbed next to the pool, where he stretched out wearing sunglasses that kept hidden the most expressive and revealing window into his thoughts.

Watching him settle into a quiet and solitary bubble, a little stubborn twinge made CoCo reach for her own sunglasses, thinking, Well, two can play at this game.

She swapped her t-shirt for a white bikini that made Chadwick’s head turn when she wandered past him. She made every step count, rolling her hips and butt in a slow-motion runway walk.

With nothing but her private thoughts keeping her company, she waded in the water that was just cool enough to lower her overheated body temperature. Every so often she would turn and glimpse at him, and for the first time in a long time, she had no idea what he was thinking. His expression was unreadable. Was he watching her? Sleeping?

She imagined herself as nothing more than Chadwick’s viewing entertainment, and for the next hour, let that guide her graceful, seductive movements in and around the pool. After a while, she was sure his eyes were on her. She didn’t have to see them to know they were zeroed in on her tits, and how the wet fabric clung to them, whenever she faced his way. Turning around to look over the ocean, she perched like a mermaid, propped up on her palms, envisioning Chadwick ogling the bikini bottoms stretched over the globes of her ass. The more she performed for him, like a stranger whose attention she was fighting to attain, the more it excited her.

And still, he remained there, laying in the shade. Just watching.

After a while, CoCo climbed out, rivulets of water dripping down her brown skin. In her periphery, she saw his head turn, following her to a sunning chair draped with a big white towel, ready to absorb the pool water. She stretched out over it, gradually straightening the exaggerated arch of her back, and hid a little smile as she glimpsed Chadwick’s throat bobbing with his swallow.

She lifted one leg and stroked her hand over it for no other reason than to titillate. The skin was already dry and hot to the touch. CoCo remembered the bottle of shea and cocoa butter lotion she’d placed nearby the day before and reached for it, while Chadwick’s back straightened a little. Oh, this he was going to enjoy. She would make sure of it.

She spread the lotion liberally onto each hand, smoothing it out over her right thigh first. To get to her lower half, CoCo sat up and not-so-innocently let a bikini strap slip down her shoulder. The back and forth motion of moisturizing her shin and calves caused exposure of everything but her left nipple. Without fixing it, she pumped out more lotion and covered her left leg from foot to hip, rubbing in slow strokes. Now she could see Chadwick’s chest moving with his breathing.

Her stomach was next. The tips of her fingers teased inside the top of her mound, under the bikini and her legs were parted to straddle the chair for maximum impact. CoCo’s fantasies were running wild. She was at a resort with a gorgeous man she’d never seen before, and this was her one shot to entice him. Every movement counted.

After her stomach were her arms. CoCo was saving the best for last. Finally, with a generous amount of lotion she knew would take some time to work in, her hands came to her breasts. By now, the bikini top was hanging half off. She untied it from her neck and let the straps fall.

Both breasts were treated to a luxurious, slow massage. Her mounting excitement made her grind her crotch slightly against the chair, searching for pressure. Every sense was on overload. The scent of the lotion, the touch of her fingers, the heat from the sun. She even forgot Chadwick for a moment in her self-body worship. She felt beautiful, relaxed and without a care in the world.

Finally, across from her: movement. He stood up, slowly, and CoCo saw just what she had done to him through his shorts. A wave of excitement went through her wondering just how he intended to use it. Would he make her beg? Flip her on her knees and plunge inside? Or tap it against her clit and tease her?

For the past hour she had been the one in control as she strutted and teased in front of his eyes. Now, as he began prowling over to her, that control was slipping away. Each step he took dripped with dominance. His face was a blank mask, still half hidden with his glasses and no trace of a smile she could see.

It was natural for CoCo to reach out for him when he got near, and she got a quick, efficient lesson on the nature of this encounter when he pushed her hand off of his leg and scolded her with a stern,

“Uh uh.”

Her fingers curled next to her leg and she bit her lip in response. It was like a different man was standing in front of her.

“Take those glasses off. I wanna see those pretty eyes when I slide my cock down your throat.”

A gasp left her lips as Chadwick slowly peeled the band of his shorts down, making his swollen, massive dick bob in front of her eyes.

She pulled the sunglasses from her face and looked up, the thundering of her heartbeat pumping in her ears as she tried to connect with him, seeing only the reflection of her topless body and innocent expression in his black glasses.

She must have taken far too long because he impatiently took himself in his hand and stepped forward, so he was inches from her lips.

“Well? This is what you wanted, isn’t it, slut? Suck.”

Chills went through her at that word. Slut. She was still reeling from hearing it as her focus suddenly shifted to taking him into her mouth.

Already her excitement was getting the better of her. CoCo’s fingers pressed inside her panties while the other gripped the bottom of Chadwick’s shaft.

“No hands. Only touch me with your mouth… that’s it baby,” he praised as she dropped her hand, knowing he wanted her to work him in as deep as she could without any help.

She couldn’t keep still as her mouth took more and more of him inside, and soon her fingers were squeezing his thigh and then gripping his hip.

This time, they were pulled off with an angry twist, while his other hand forced her mouth off him.

“What part of no hands don’t you understand?”

Peering up at him with tears in her eyes from choking him down her throat, and her left hand buried in her underwear, a guilty look crossed her face and she felt oddly ashamed.

“I’m sorry,” she slowly pulled her fingers out.

“Uh huh,” he growled.

It happened in a flash. CoCo found herself suddenly bound as Chadwick leaned down, ripped the string bikini top right off her body, and captured both her wrists behind her, tying them in a tight knot so fast she could do nothing but stare in shock.

“You wanna use your hands, you have to earn it.”

She nodded absently, everything becoming a blur as hot fire spread in her belly. The thought once again crossed her mind that he was like a stranger, despite the fact they’d been making love for two days straight. Somehow, a flip had been switched.

He nudged against her mouth and this time CoCo’s eyes were on his face as she took him in, stretching her lips and forcing him past the point she was comfortable just to see him lose just a tiny bit of control. Just as she felt him at the back of her throat, he let out a strangled groan and a surge of pride went through her. Tears stinging, fluids everywhere and dripping down into her lap, CoCo didn’t care. She began sucking him for all he was worth. This was how she would break him down.

His grunts and moans of satisfaction were more frequent as she got sloppier and took him deeper. Now she felt his hand at the back of her head, pushing her forward. She called on all of her experience to stay focused and avoid panicking when he went a little too far. The sounds coming from him became louder and more frequent. His dick was twitching in her mouth, wanting to flood her throat. She wanted it too. Her eyes were streaming with tears as he fucked her mouth. She wasn’t going to stop. Not unless….

“Oh no, don’t you fucking do it… god dammit.”

He pried himself away, breaking the string of spit connecting them.

CoCo was heaving, her face a filthy mess of fluid, feeling delighted at his disarray as she stared up into the slight hint of a grin on his face. “You wanted me to bust down your throat, didn’t you?”

His tone was accusatory but light and she didn’t hold back her smile.

“You’re not getting off that easy… if I let you get off at all.”

Suddenly his presence joined her kneeling body on the chair and there were two fingers pressed inside her walls. She stuttered, moaning and fell towards his body, gasping his name.

The next thing he said made her blood run cold and hot at the same time.

“Who the fuck is Chadwick?”

For a second, CoCo’s soul nearly flew out of her body. She froze, nearly convinced in a moment of total disassociation that she wasn’t who she thought she was, or where she thought she was.

This could be anywhere, he could be anyone. There was no limit but her mind.

“I’ve been watching you,” he continued, voice deep, dark, dangerous in her ear. Close enough she could hear him over her own cries as his fingers plunged inside her heat. “I know you were hoping I’d come fuck you, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” she cried. Whatever he was doing, he had taken her far beyond any excitement she’d ever felt. “Teasing me with that body. You knew what you were doing.” He drew out his fingers, displaying them between both of their watching eyes. He rubbed his thumb over his other fingers, showing her the cream covering them. “My little slut is so wet for me,” he breathed slowly in her ear, the low grumble going through her whole body. “Want me to put them back in?”

“Yes,” she sobbed, and hurriedly added in a small voice, “Please.”

CoCo’s body was on fire in every sense of the word. She craved his touch as if she’d never felt it before, especially not as often as she had in the past few days. She would have crossed a river of coals on her hands and knees to have him touching her again.

Even though she was rocking her hips against air, searching for him while her hands tugged against the bikini knot, he lowered his lips to her ear and whispered, “I don’t think you want it enough yet.”

CoCo made a sound of distress somewhere between a cry and a moan, then spat, “Fuck you!”

He laughed a cruel laugh without mirth, the sound shocking her. It was not one she’d ever heard before in all their years together. Looking down at her, he took her chin in his fingers, the same ones that were covered in her juices. CoCo wriggled and struggled with frustration.

“There are so many ways I could punish you for that, but I feel like you’d enjoy them all,” his smile and tone was wry and condescending. CoCo didn’t know who he was anymore. All she knew was she wanted him to fuck the shit out of her or at the very least, touch her right now. She didn’t care how or where, just that his hands and gorgeous mouth were satisfying her in any way he pleased. Every second that went on without it was torture.

“Maybe…” the fingers of his other hand traced down the small of her back, over the swell of her behind. “Maybe I’ll bend you over this chair and fuck you in the ass. Would you like that?”

A shudder of shock went through her and she unintentionally whimpered.

“Nah, maybe not,” he chuckled, his hand still stroking her. “I don’t think you could take me.”

Just when CoCo felt reality slipping away from her, he lifted the sunglasses off of his face. She almost cried at the sight of her husband’s soft brown, beautiful eyes. He didn’t let her enjoy it for too long, immediately gripping her jaw and pulling her against his lips for a punishing, bruising kiss, using more tongue than she was used to from him. CoCo responded like a touch-starved beast.

In the middle of their kiss, his fingers slipped back inside her bikini bottoms and CoCo felt faint with relief as they pushed into her again. She knew she was at his mercy for whatever pleasure he was willing to give her, so she enjoyed every second of it, moaning and rocking her hips with his pace. His hand and her thighs were soaking, she couldn’t remember ever being so wet. He even broke the kiss and swore at how lustily and excitedly she took the stroking of his fingers.

“Look at you, you horny little whore. God damn you’re beautiful baby.”

Caught up in ecstasy, she made a happy sound at his words and he smiled. “I’m gonna untie you and lay you down. You gonna be a good girl for me and stay still?”

CoCo’s heart soared and she nodded quickly, ready and excited for whatever was coming next. She could barely wipe the smile off of her face as both his arms came around her to undo the strings at her wrists, Chadwick’s lips settling over hers for a sweet kiss that made her heart hammer in her chest.

The ties undone, her hands finally had their freedom but she kept them at her side. She wasn’t going to risk anything that would put a stop to the generous mood he was in.

With just a slight nudge of guidance CoCo was on her back, looking up at the body she loved with all of its gifts she hoped to receive. He kneeled at her side and guided her thighs apart, while she looked adoringly up at him.

“Have you ever squirted before?”

It was CoCo’s turn to be shocked again.

“No…” she knew he knew damn well she never had, and she’d never told him she’d been curious about it. Her eyes went up to his for reassurance as his fingers played with her pussy, inside, outside, rubbing her all over.

“Relax for me,” she heard him say and concentrated on his touch, forcing herself to do as he said. He kept teasing her, slowly stroking in and out.

“Relax and don’t fight it.” “Okay,” CoCo’s hand couldn’t help crawling into his lap, gripping his thigh as she anticipated whatever was coming next.

She tensed as his fingers suddenly began fucking her deep, pounding her with precise movements and a feeling began building in her that seemed overwhelming. All the muscles in her body tightened and she cried out.

He stopped, pulling his fingers out to stroke her on the outside.

“You have to relax baby, or it won’t happen. Don’t fight.” His voice was soothing and immediately put her at ease. She tried to calm the hammering in her chest and regain her focus, nodding when she was ready.

He slipped back inside and after a breath, began fucking his fingers right into her g-spot at a maddening, intense, almost painful motion that had her tensing again, but she remembered his instruction and forced herself to be calm, needing almost superhuman mental power to do so when all her body wanted to do was fight it.

All through it, he kept going, and her focus was soon rewarded.

An overwhelming feeling, the likes of which she’d never known made CoCo scream to the skies with unimaginable pleasure. An eruption happened in her body and she vaguely heard Chadwick praising her as she screamed so much her voice went hoarse. Sensing something was happening, she opened her eyes and looked down to see Chadwick’s hand covered in her clear come, and underneath her, as she moved her hips, she felt dampness everywhere.

“Did I just….”

“You squirted,” Chadwick grinned with pride. “Absolutely everywhere.”

CoCo’s jaw was hanging open, her mind numb with surprise. “I …. I didn’t even know I could do that. How….” Her words trailed off as her hand touched the soaked bed in disbelief. “Where the hell did you learn to do that and why haven’t we done that before?”

“I have no idea who you are, remember?” Chadwick murmured with half-hearted conviction as they both smiled at each other, neither able to continue the charade.

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” CoCo’s eyes shone with awe.

“C’mere,” Chadwick held out his hands, pulling her off of the thin mattress and easily hoisted her up into his arms. Their gazes glowed with affection for the short walk over to the bed, out of the hot sun.

Chadwick set her down on the cool sheets and the moment he crawled on the bed, CoCo was in his lap, ready to slide onto him right then and there.

“Wait, wait,” he laughed, holding her off until he was in a better position, with his back supported by the pillows and headboard.

She could barely wait and made her frustration known with a whine until he was finally in place.

Not a moment later, he was buried deep inside her, with CoCo gripping the headboard behind him in satisfaction at the perfect feeling. Her heart was so full from everything he’d just given her and she poured herself out into giving it back to him. Even though she was spent and exhausted, she reached deep for that last spark of energy so she could ride him for everything she had.

Her hips bounced up and down, slamming onto him repeatedly while he held on and through it all, their eyes never broke contact. The depth of their connection felt surreal. She slowed down to grind him deep, moving in his lap until his eyes rolled back and he swore.

“I fucking love you Tasha, god damn,” he grinded up into her, circling his hips. “You’re an incredible woman.”

CoCo could do nothing but smile, a sheen of sweat covering her hard-working body.

Suddenly she felt the sheets against her back as he flipped her over. Her arms and legs crossed over his body, pulling him down into her and she sighed welcoming his weight. She knew he was close. He slammed in and out of her soaked pussy, his groans becoming whimpers, his thrusts getting faster and faster. CoCo’s hands were everywhere, her words filthy and encouraging in his ear until his body stuttered and slowed as he gripped her, animal-like groans shaking the air as he shook with pleasure. Her hands soothed up and down his back as the final shivers left him.

CoCo thought to herself that no matter what, for as long as she lived, she would never run out of love or desire for this man.

He fell, drained and weak to her side, and though CoCo was exhausted too, she sprang up at his side almost shaking with excitement like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I can’t believe you made me squirt!”

“I know, I can’t believe it either,” the proud smile returned, lighting up his tired face. “Been wanting to try that for a while.”

CoCo shivered at the thought of him fantasizing about it, wanting to try it and never mentioning it. She was sad it had taken this long, and felt determined to make sure he was never denied anything he wanted again.

She rolled onto him, her eyes as bright and passionate as her words.

“Let’s make a pact. Right here and now. The next time you want something, tell me and let’s do it. We’ll find a way.”

Chadwick’s hand came to CoCo’s cheek, stroking it back and forth as love and adoration bubbled between them.

“Deal.”

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