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tarithenurse · 4 years ago

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Spark - 24

Fandom: Enn Enn no Shōbōtai / Fire Force. Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x fem!reader. Content: Lack of proper terms for clothes (I think). Fluff. Feels. Lots of angst. A/N: Here ya go, darlings! Feel free to ASK (or reblog) for tag – in fact: always reblog. Thanks to those who have already <3

24. From the ashes

… Reader …

Something hard and jagged prevents you from resting. It’s digging into your thigh and what first was pure numbness is growing into an unyielding pain. Finally admitting defeat, you open your eyes to see what’s causing the offending sensation, but it’s forgotten the moment you notice the shimmery light.

At first, it seems to be far away and only the visible simple due to the magnitude. But then you blink. Woah. Funky. In reality, the glow is from a small beetle which seems oddly familiar about a hand from your nose.

And then everything comes roaring back, filling your brain with images that you wish only belonged in nightmares rather than memories. People, children and adults alike, swallowed by flames that twist their skulls and stretch their limbs; the echoing shrieks twisting from pain to despair to hunger. Somewhere in between it all, there’s an intermezzo where fire fills everything, blocking out any other sensation than fear.

A fear that’s still roiling in your guts and clawing its way up your throat until only a fraction of it lands on the beetle that’s waving its antennae towards you. It clicks as if offended (though more likely disgusted) and tries to free the legs one by one to get away.

If it escapes...

Benimaru (and others) have called you stubborn. You’ve learned not to give up because giving up meant allowing yourself to get caught and you weren’t naïve enough to think that the only punishment for that was to see your parents’ faces and sorrow over the little sister you had lost. No. It would’ve meant landing yourself in this exact situation – even if it was nothing but a fearful conspiracy at first.

Now, you know better and realize that the stubbornness has changed.

Now, you twist on the jagged ground, pulling yourself forward by hands and elbows to drag your leg free from a slab of concrete. The dead weight threatens to hold your hostage, squeezing onto your foot with cruel determination. It would be easy to give in to it – to lie down and claim the rest your body is screaming for – but the beetle is moving faster than you are, having spent the time wisely while you fought with gravity, mass, and your own mind.

It can’t be called a scream, the sound that begins deep in your chest and works its way up and out as the strain of muscles constrict around your lungs. You don’t feel the way the nails scrape and break against the sooty floor, just like the muted pop from a strained joint goes ignored save for the tears of relief the moment the ruins let go.

The thud of your palm slamming down doesn’t conceal the satisfying crunch of an exoskeleton being crushed. Shards of concrete dig into your skin and you’ve never welcomed them as much as now.

“Got you, fucker,” you swear, voice hoarse but seething with a new sensation: revenge.

One down. Time to find the rest.

... Joker ...

There’s no reason to talk. Not yet, at least. All the men can do for now is to search through the rubble methodically, each covering a half of the space ahead of them while pretending that the odds aren’t stacked against them. He must have realized. But even the lanky man doesn’t have it in him to give up yet, wishing instead to extend the blind hope for just a bit longer. She’s stronger than we give her credit for, but...

“[Y/N]!” Benimaru’s deep voice fills the darkness, briefly fooling his friend in need to think the search is over. “[Y/N]! [Y/N]!” the captain yells, a crackle of desperation breaking through.

Dust and small debris falls from the ceiling as if startled by the sound. It’s a miracle the place hasn’t caved in already and Joker’s about to shut up the normally quiet man when he hears it. Or...? No...it must’ve been an echo.

But then it’s there again: something more akin to a cough has come from the farthest side of the new cavern.

“-maru?”

As if they had planned it, the men each let lose a roaring blaze, licking against the uneven surface above and cast deep, jagged shadows that dance in the white-hot air. Dust is fanned by the invisible wave, split into streams as obstacles loom in the path only to be caught against nothing a few feet from a mess of a woman.

Arm raised as if holding a shield, [Y/N] is leaning against the remains of a wall. Apparently she’s just clambered over it, but how she has managed is a mystery. She’s barely standing! Swaying dangerously, blood seeping from the nose and countless cuts and scrapes, not even the dirt and bruises can hide the fact that the usual lustre of her skin is gone. The only parts of the woman that seems somewhat alive are her eyes glow with a deep crimson a few seconds longer before that too disappears with a blink.

Not a blink.

Benimaru moves faster than Joker can think, suddenly skidding to a halt right before the supposed damsel in distress, catching her effortlessly as her legs give out and she tumbles towards the ground.

... Benimaru ...

“I’ve got you,” he whispers.

It’s impossible to tell if [Y/N] has heard him, her body limp against the captain’s. There’s no time to worry about decency as Benimaru quickly inspects her for serious injuries – a task that’s all too easy, though, as the once-faded-now-flambéed jumpsuit has been torn to the extend that it barely can hold on to her frame. Finding nothing too obvious (health wise), Benimaru shrugs off the dark-blue kimono shirt to wrap around her.

“We’re gonna get you out of here.”

A slow groan precedes the answer. “Wh- not yet...” [Y/N] can barely keep her eyes open. “Imma k-ki-ick their...asses.”

It’s Joker’s startled laugh that breaks the silence, earning him a confused frown from the dazed woman until he explains. “There’s no one left here.”

“He’s right, [Y/N],” Benimaru agrees, suddenly reconsidering what might have caused all the destruction, “so let’s get you fit for fight before round two.” His entire world consists of this woman as she looks up at him with a tiny smile, asking if they’re going home. “Haï. Home to Konro and the twins. Home to Asakusa.”

“Just give...give me five minutes to rest,” she demands, eliciting a new laugh, “then I’ll be on my feet.”

Not with that leg, you won’t. “Will you let me carry you until you’re okay to walk?” It’s the closest he can get to arguing with her stubbornness right now. “It’d be good to get out of here before the whole thing collapses.”

The chagrin is obvious in her face although it’s softened by fatigue. “Fine.”

With a bit of help from Joker, [Y/N] gets settled for a piggyback ride, her chin resting on her would-have-been rescuer’s shoulder with a content sigh.

“For the record,” she mumbles as the last of her energy has been used, “you don’t have to knock me out this time.”

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sevenstarsinning · 4 years ago

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Invasion Ch.11

Description: A planet conquering race of Saiyans invaded Earth and deemed it worthy of habitation. After bringing the humans to their heels, they set up a new society where humans had one role, to serve. You found yourself in the unlucky faction of being bought and sold as a human pet. With absolutely no interest in owning a human but no way out of having one, Kakarot made a bid on you at the urging of his brother. It was only a matter of time before you were either killed or forced into obedience.

You can find previous chapters in this link: Ch.10 or you can read it here on my AO3

Warnings: Things get a little violent in this chapter. Enjoy!

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Kakarot finally glanced up when he heard the door close. He let out the defeated sigh he’d been holding back and slid down the wall he was leaning against. Every ounce of his being was urging him to break free of the cell, tear down the forcefield that kept you just out of his reach so he could hold you one more time. His hands trembled as he flexed his fingers and clenched his fists. The self-loathing began as he recalled the words he said to you, each syllable of bullshit that came spewing out of his mouth. He wanted to take it all back, to beg you to stay, to wait for him, but he knew he had no choice. If he was going to save you, truly save you, he had to make sure your feelings were cut off at the nerve.

He fought sleep at night, every time he closed his eyes he could see your weakened frame, clothes barely hanging off of you, tired and tearful eyes that seemed to burn right through him. He couldn’t bare the sight, so he forced himself to stay awake. Even if he did want to sleep, it wasn’t like they’d let him anyways.

“Wake up, traitor.” Turles stood in the doorway with a wicked grin spread across his face.

Kakarot peered up at him wearily, barely giving him his full attention as he slumped back against the furthest wall in the cell.

“Again, Turles?” His voice was gruff as he spoke.

“You know the drill.” Turles cracked his knuckles loudly.

Kakarot wasn’t sure if it was his attempt to intimidate him or if it was some weird way for him to prepare himself. He slowly stood up, using the wall to lean against as he did. His legs trembled and he kept his gaze on the floor.

“I noticed the Prince brought your little human by earlier.” Turles paced slowly in front of the forcefield.

“She’s not mine.” He didn’t like the way Turles mentioned you, but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it.

“I’ve been thinking,” he slowed and stood directly in front of the cell, “do you think the Prince has had a chance to stretch that sweet little cunt of hers yet?”

Kakarot couldn’t hide the way he clenched his fists instinctively at the mention of you, his nostrils flaring as he fought to control his breath.

“We both know the Prince isn’t patient either. I bet he used her the very first night, shoving her down…” he pulled the key from his pocket, “tearing and clawing at her clothes…” he dropped the forcefield, “right before he shoved his royal cock right into her. Can you imagine the sounds she made? Probably begging for him to breed her tight cunt, pleading for him to claim her like you never did.”

The second the door unlocked, Kakarot launched himself at Turles and jerked him into the cell with him. He broke free of the cuffs that were secured around his wrists. He slammed him back against the hard, metal wall, denting it with his skull while his hand wrapped around his throat.

“Still got some fight in you after all.” Turles grinned and grabbed Kakarot’s forearm, trying to loosen his grip.

Kakarot felt his body buzzing with energy as he held back on turning Super Saiyan. As he was trying to refocus his ki, Turles twisted his arm and shoved him back, cracking his neck as he headed straight for Kakarot. He held nothing back as he fought him, slamming him into every wall in the cell. Kakarot fought back, hit after hit, pounding his fists into the cruel saiyan but continuing to hold back. He knew what happened when he let go completely and he wasn’t prepared to suffer those consequences again.

Before Kakarot could exact his full rage on Turles, he was quickly pulled off of him by two other saiyans. Turles wiped the blood and sweat from his brow as he straightened himself up, the two saiyans holding Kakarot back while they secured another pair of cuffs around his wrists and a heavy steel collar around his neck. Kakarot continued to fight, trying to break free of their hold but an intense jolt of electricity flowed from the collar into his neck. Kakarot cried out in pain as his body tensed, the shock rolling through him wave after wave, each one growing in intensity. They released him and let him fall to the floor, chest heaving as he trembled.

Turles crouched in front of Kakarot and grabbed a handful of his hair, jerking his head up, “I’ve heard the King is leaning more towards execution and I’ll only be too happy to offer my services.”

Kakarot smirked and licked the blood that trickled from his lip, “make sure you have your pets with you.” He cut his eyes back at the two saiyans that remained by the door.

Turles slammed Kakarot’s head on the hard floor and held it down, “we’ll see how funny you think it is when you’re sentenced.”

Turles released him and stepped over his body as they headed out of the cell. Kakarot remained in the floor, every nerve ending in his body was still trembling from the shock as he recovered. It was difficult to maneuver with his hands cuffed behind his back, but he managed to roll over on his back and sit up before scooting himself back against the wall. He let out a harsh sigh as a soreness se into his limbs and images of you flooded his mind. No matter how hard he tried, it was always you that he came back to. You were his comfort, his peace.

“Kakarot?” He recognized the voice as he opened his tired eyes, focusing for a moment before seeing her face.

“I didn’t think they’d let you see me.” He struggled to sit up a little straighter.

Gine knelt in front of the cell, “let them try to keep me from my son.”

The softness in her smile hid something more, something worrisome.

“Who did this to you?” She asked as she took in his current state.

“No one. Why did you come here?” He wanted to avoid her finding Turles and putting him in his place, which he knew she would.

“I needed to see you. There are rumors-“

“Not the good kind, I’m sure.” He gave her a slight smile, hoping it would reassure her that he was okay.

“Not the best things you’d want to hear about your son. I heard your human is settling in at the palace well.”

“She isn’t eating. Or sleeping from the looks of it.”

She perked up a little, “you’ve seen her? Did she come by? Is she coming back?”

Kakarot shook his head, “she isn’t coming back, I made sure of that.”

Gine shifted and moved a little closer to the cell, “I’m sure she still cares for you.”

“I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Anything, what is it?”

“I need you to help her move on and get past this. She wasn’t doing well the other day and I doubt she’s doing better now.”

Gine looked up at Kakarot, “I’ll check in on her, see if she needs anything.”

She said her goodbyes as he thanked her, her expression dropping once more as she left. He was grateful that she’d come by and that she was so willing to help him. Kakarot remembered when he was a kid and wanted to get out of training, she would hide him in the laundry basket and tell Bardock she hadn’t seen him. She’d let him know when the coast was clear. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him training, she just preferred to stoke his playful side more than the warrior side. He hoped you’d let Gine help you, it was the only thing that would bring him solace.

It wasn’t that you were ignorant or even that dense, but Gine set up shop and watched you trudge out past the garden almost every day. She watched as you took your anger out in a very odd way and she noticed the way you broke down each time afterwards, clutching your hands to your chest as the tears streamed. She knew you wouldn’t last like this, especially when you weren’t eating. She watched about as much as she could.

“If this is going to be your outlet, you need a better target.” She said as she stood before you.

“How long have you been watching?” you wiped the sweat from your brow, blood staining your knuckles.

“Long enough to know you’re going about this all wrong. If you really want to blow off some steam you need to hit something that’ll hit you back.” She made no move to console you or convince you that this was stupid.

“What did you have in mind? You’re not gonna hit me, are you?” You stepped back from her, knowing she’d put you through the tree in an instant.

“That’d be too easy. Come on.” She grabbed you and took off from the palace grounds.

You wanted to ask where she was taking you and if you even had permission to go that far from the palace, but you honestly didn’t care entirely. You were grateful to be away from everything and wherever she took you was probably going to be better than anywhere else. After a few minutes she started to descend and panic built in your chest.

“Wait- The Arena?! You can’t-“ You struggled to get out of her grasp but she held your arm.

“Calm down. I’m not leaving you here. This place has different rules than the rest.”

“Yeah, and those rules are that humans fight to the death here.” You still tried to pull away from her.

“Not if you enter with a bet or with a saiyan. Doesn’t matter if they own you or not, they can still bring you here to fight.” She held firm with her grip on you.

“I don’t get it, you want me to fight in the Arena? For money? I’m not a fighter. I’ll get my ass kicked.” You looked at her with complete confusion.

“Maybe your heart will hurt a little less then.” She finally released you.

You considered what she was saying. Fighting had never been something you wanted to do, regardless of the situation, but she seemed to think this would help. You weren’t keen on the idea of fighting other people who were forced into the Arena against their will when you were able to come and go as you pleased. But again, there were unknown benefits to doing it. Maybe one time wouldn’t hurt?

“One fight, and then you take me back to the palace, right?”

“Of course. I’m not a monster. Stay with me and don’t say a word.” She returned her hand to wrap around your arm as she pulled you along with her, approaching the large outdoor arena.

The Arena was set up more like a cage of death in wrestling. Stands were set up around the whole thing and in the middle there was a chain link fence with two doors on either side. You could hear the screaming saiyans from the outside and the pent-up energy flowing from it was almost overwhelming.

“Didn’t know you owned a human, Gine?” A small saiyan at the doorway looked you both up and down.

“She’s new. Gotta see what she can do in the Arena before I take her back to Bardock.”

“How much you betting tonight?” Another saiyan asked.

Gine glanced at you then back to them, “let’s set it at one hundred. I don’t want to waste it, she looks a little too thin.”

“Alright, she’s up next. It’s been kind of slow today.”

They made note of her bet and stepped aside for her to lead you in. Anxiety had set up a permanent home in your stomach as you stood to the side of the stands. You watched as the two people in the cage fought one another, hard hits without armor or protection of any kind. Blood splattered the white platform and their clothes. It was violent, chaotic, and exactly what you wanted.

“So what happens now?” You glanced at Gine.

“Once they finish, you’ll go up against whoever is next. A winner is declared one of three ways, a tap out by the saiyan, knock out, or death.” She said as simply as she could.

“Death?”

“If the human is decent and actually wanted, then the owning saiyan will intervene before that happens. If they do that, they forfeit their bet.” She pulled you forward as the fight neared it’s end.

You could tell one of the humans was faltering, barely standing stable on their feet but they continued to fight.

“Stay up!” An angry saiyan shouted from the side of the cage, which you could only assume was their owner.

Within another few seconds the human was flat on the ground, blood trickling from their head as the other human stood victorious, a clear smirk on his face as his opponent lay unconscious at his feet.

“You’re up.” She pushed you forward towards one of the doors in the cage.

You took a deep breath and exhaled it quickly as the door was opened and you were pulled inside. You glanced back at Gine who gave you a slight smile and a thumbs up. It was a simple gesture, but it was at least some kind of encouragement. As you stepped forward, they were still cleaning up from the last fight, the smell of blood was thick in the air, saiyans muttering around you from the stands. It was all so different from what you expected. You looked to the other end of the cage, seeing your opponent enter, realizing she was familiar. You’d seen her before, at the auction. She was the one who bit Nappa.

“You know the rules, tap out, knock out, or death. Those are your only ways out of here.” A large saiyan towered over the two of you as you stood face to face.

He back away and left the cage without another word. You stood almost frozen in place, you had no idea how to start a fight, especially not a fight to the death.

“I remember you,” she said as she stared at you, “that elite bought you. Heard you had a real nice situation there until he murdered all those saiyans.”

“He hasn’t been found guilty yet.” You felt like you were waiting for her to just knock you out at any instance.

“Well, murderer or not, bet he’s still better than mine. Enough chit chat though, you ready to get this over with?” She stepped back and cracked her neck from side to side.

“Um, yeah, I guess-“ Before you could even get your words out completely, she punched you squared in the jaw.

You stumbled back and placed your hand over the sharp pulses of pain you started to feel in your jaw that echoed through your entire head.

“Shit.” You muttered.

“Come on, that wasn’t even my best hit.” She started to circle around you.

You stood back up and before you could even get your bearings, she hit you again. This time she landed her fist in the center of your chest before hitting you in the side of the head with her other fist. Your vision blurred and you felt like your heart stopped as you choked and doubled over. You glanced back to see Gine standing on edge against the cage, still urging you on.

“This isn’t even a fair fight.” She stopped moving and sighed.

“Just kill her and get it over with!”

You looked over to see who her owner was and the second you saw the familiar, spike haired saiyan, you felt an anger building within you. Turles.

“Fucking end her!” He shouted again.

Memories of how he treated you and Kakarot the last time you saw him, flooded your mind. You clenched your fists and centered all of your rage in your stomach. You caught her off guard by tackling her to the ground, pinning her beneath you as you slammed your fists into her, one after another. She grabbed at you and tried to shove you off, but you weren’t budging. You hit her with everything you had, ignoring the harsh hits she landed sparingly on you. You could hear the other saiyans roaring and encouraging the two of you as you fought. It was exhilarating, addicting. She finally managed to shove you off of her, but the pause in fighting was short lived as you both scrambled towards one another with fists flying. Blood poured from her lip as she attacked you and after a moment you noticed your knuckles were smeared with it. You knew you had some wounds as well, but honestly they were at the back of your mind as you fought. You unleashed every ounce of anger and frustration into her, but it wasn’t enough.

Your advantage was brief from the surprise attack you managed. She was clearly a better fighter and trained at that. She quickly dodged one of your hits and had you flat on the ground within a split second, her foot on your throat as she proceeded to hit you, over and over.

“Out! She’s out!” Gine called from the sidelines.

She continued until the saiyan entered the cage again and pulled her off of you, declaring her the winner while you faded in and out of consciousness.

You were vaguely aware of Gine carrying you from the cage, muttering something about how fucked you were in a real fight.

“I can’t take you back to the palace like this. You got your ass handed to you.” She took off from the Arena.

If you had been awake enough to ask questions, you would’ve asked where you were and why she was hooking you up to a few hoses and shoving you into a tank of water, but you were soon unconscious again.

You came to as she was pulling out of the machine, letting the water drain from it as she wrapped you in a towel.

“Not perfect, but at least your face doesn’t look like a piece of chewed up gum.” She helped you dry off.

“I want-“ you coughed up some of the water, “I want to go back.”

“Sorry, humans can’t handle too much of the healing pods, your bodies get all weird and soft.”

“Not that. The Arena.” You looked up at her.

“You need training before that happens. And you need to eat. You look like a starving animal.” She continued to dry you off.

“Train me then.” You said without really worrying about the consequences.

She paused for a moment as if she was giving you a chance to take it back, “did it help?”

“Yes, more than I thought it would.” You nodded.

“Fine, but you won’t tell anyone, and you’ll need to start eating at least three times a day. Deal?”

“Deal.”

For the first time in a while you felt hopeful. Not about your future or the situation with Vegeta, but hopeful about putting your energy and time into something other than waiting for death to come to you.

#lynn #invasion fic #kakarot #kakarot x reader #gine #turles

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artistrashofmine · 5 years ago

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I got around to finishing that one KamiBaku smut piece from weeks ago, so here it is!

Pairing: Kaminari/Bakugou W/C: 3131 Rating: Explicit Link: AO3

Kaminari Denki could admit it, he was a bit of a pervert. At least he had the decency to admit it, and it wasn’t something that took up the forefront of his brain like Mineta, no, it was more like, he wouldn’t hesitate to admire, from afar, when it came to a nice figure or a pair of pretty eyes. And who would've thought the subject of his recent admiration was the one known as Bakugou Katsuki, the scary hot-head of 1-A.

How was he supposed to know that the blond was shirtless when knocking on his door. He simply wanted to return the notes he totally didn’t steal from Kirishima who had practically begged Bakugou to give them to him. Denki swore the blond was rubbing off on his hyperactive friend, for when the redhead found out he decided it fit to deem death upon the golden-haired student via returning the stolen notes to their owner. Hence the current situation.

“The hell you doing here?” The blond was quickly becoming less attractive the angrier he got… actually no, he was still hot, hot and angry. He guessed quirks really did say something about their users, hot and angry Explodo-Kills.

Denki didn’t know it was possible for a boy to have such a small waist and compared to his practically sculpted chest, that was saying something. He gave little thought to the attractiveness of males until now. Sure, there were some you couldn’t just ignore, but how the hell did he miss this gem?! Did Bakugou not change in the changing room with them?

“Oi, your fucking brain fried or something?!” Yeah, scary and attractive in all his shirtless, pent up anger… heh maybe it wasn’t just anger he got pent up, that would make sense, wouldn’t it?

Denki yelped as he dodged a hand that swung out to hit him, “chill! I just came to return some notes.”

He held the messy pile out for the other to take, “the fuck you got these for?”

“Kirishima gave them to me.” He failed to mention the part where he saw them laying on the kitchen counter and decided to borrow them for a few minutes in the hope to find the answers to tomorrow’s homework.

“Idiots,” Bakugou stated, grabbing the paper from his hands, ready to shut the door in his face.

“Wait, could it kill you to be a little nicer Kacchan?” He pouted, throwing a foot between the door, preventing it from getting slammed shut.

“Don’t call me that asshat!” The firecracker raged, hissing like a cat.

“Oh yeah, what would you prefer, Katsu~” Maybe he had a death wish but teasing him was well worth it with the pink hue that arose to his face.

“Say it normally!” He held up a fist threateningly.

“Do you even know my name, Katsu-ki?”

The blond sneered, “we’re not on first name bases asshole! And why the hell would I bother to remember some extra’s name?”

“Owch Kacchan… I can make you remember it?” He quirked an eyebrow subjectively pairing it with a wink, and for a full minute the other didn’t move a muscle, his face morphed into shock.

Denki thought he did it this time; the blond was going to kill him, he was dead meat, goodbye cruel world. He jumped back when the other’s jaw snapped shut, he expected some explosions, yelling, death. Instead, red flushed across the other’s skin, his eyes looking anywhere but at Kaminari, sparks exploding from his palms.

That’s when it clicked and suddenly everything made sense, “oh my god, you-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” the blond hissed, gritting his teeth, “whatever the fuck’s going through your head, you’re fucking wrong.”

Oh, Denki highly doubted that, “you know I have a few stress relief tactics, I can show them to you.”

“Fuck off!” He snickered at the distorted expression on the other’s face.

“Come on Katsu~ I can give you a hand.” He pushed the teasing, letting his yellow eyes wrack over the naked chest.

And Bakugou hesitated, “...whatever.”

Denki’s eyes snapped to his face, did he hear that right? Whatever ? That was as much of a yes you could ever draw from the blond, he must have heard wrong.

“ Whatever did you mean about that?” He took a step forward, into the dorm room, the owner of said room refused to budge, his stubbornness only earning an uncomfortable closeness between the pair.

He didn’t think the hot-heads face could get any redder, hell, he didn’t think the blond had the ability to blush in the first place, not that he was complaining.

Bakugou spluttered, “Fucking hell, get out.”

“Ahah, no way! Nice try, but I’m not letting that go!” Denki kicked the door behind him shut, leaning in closer, “what’s the matter Katsu, are you embarrassed because you’re-”

“Fuck off!” The other shuffled back, only provoking the blond to move in closer to the point where he could feel Katsuki’s breath on his cheek.

“-a virgin,” he finished, ignoring the other’s protest.

“The Bakugou Katsuki-” he inched forward, daring to lift his hand so that it swept across his unclothed skin to rest on his small midsection, “-a virgin. Do you even jerk it?”

The other choked, sparks popping in his hands as Kaminari continued, “with that quirk, I bet not, or not often. That’s why you're so short-tempered, huh? Who would have thought!”

“Not everyone’s so fucking horny that they need to jerk off every fucking day.” He defended through clenched teeth.

“So how often do you?” His lips were centimetres apart from the blonds.

“What is this, twenty questions? A fucking interview? You’re such a pain in the mmfp-” Bakugou’s lips were surprisingly soft, smooth and docile, they mingled with Kaminari’s, fit perfectly together.

The hot-head wasn’t a good kisser. Actually, Denki doubted he was trying or knew how to, rather he simply allowed his lips to follow the electrical-users own. And all the darker blond could think was, this is Bakugou . It was Bakugou who was following his lead, making out with him.

“This is your first kiss?” He teased, parting to come to the picture of a dark blush and swollen lips, his eyebrows knitted together per usual, only instead of the signature scowl he was a pout.

If Denki was being honest, it was a cute sight to behold and one of a kind.

“So?” his voice rumbled, “you should be happy if you were a bad kisser, which you probably fucking are, I wouldn’t know.”

Denki broke out in a grin, “oh I’m happy, you know how hot that is? I took your first kiss!”

“Hahh? If that’s all-” Kaminari grabbed the hand that came swiping at him, taking hold of it by the wrist.

“If you want more all you have to do is ask.” He backed the spiky-haired teen towards the bed, taking ahold of the other wrist while he was at it, restraining them above his head.

“Fuck,” the back of the blond’s knees hit the mattress, causing him to fall back, “fucking fine.”

“Fine?” the golden blond repeated, “is-”

“Get on with it!” Bakugou interrupted, blurting the words out at the other who stood above him.

“If you say so,” Denki leaned his to retake Katsuki’s lips, biting into the lower one, sweeping a palm along the hothead’s cheek to guide him.

Soon they found themselves reclining onto the bed, the blond’s head hitting his sheets in the electricity-users attempts to push them closer, his tongue pushing past the plump lips to explore the inexperienced mouth. Katsuki lay slack in his grasp, jaw falling open to allow the invasion, a small grunt emitting from the back of his throat. He couldn’t help it, not with the hands that roamed his body, that groped his chest, as if they were a female’s.

“Shit Bakugou,” the yellow-eyed teen backed off to once again look over his prey, “your body’s so lewd.”

An unrecognizable sound escaped from his mouth at the comment, or maybe it was because of the thumb flicked at his nipples.

“ Fuck ,” Kaminari rolled the hardened nub between his finger and thumb, the blond hissing out a “don’t do that!”

Denki only hummed, lowered his head to kiss his peck, taking the other nipple into his mouth, licking over it, sucking on the swollen skin.

“Hahh,” Katsuki arched his back, hands setting sparks off into his sheets.

“God you’re sensitive,” He parted, squeezing the pair together, “I think you have the best tits in the class, Kacchan.”

“Don’t say shit like that, their not-” he hissed, once again cut off, “ fuck . Stop squeezing them like that .”

Though the erection in his pants betrayed the blond’s words, so did hands that came to map out Kaminiari’s upper body, holding onto his back as if it were a lifeline. Denki was forced to pull him up as he backed away.

“I’m taking our pants off.” He concluded, undoing his own belt, throwing it out of the way and working off his pants and boxers.

“How many times do I have to tell you to just fucking…” Katsuki trailed off.

Denki raised an eyebrow, “just fucking?”

“Jesus how…” He mumbled in return, a quiet curse escaping, “fuck me.”

“That’s the plan.” the electric quirk user wore an amused expression, watching Bakugou’s eyes as they flickered back up to his face.

“That’s not going to fucking fit.”

“That's why I’m going to stretch you Katsu,” He tugged undid the blond’s jeans, “you don’t happen to have any lube, do you?”

“Why the hell would I have lube?”

“I didn’t think so,” he tossed both their remaining clothing off the bed, pulling Bakugou legs apart, placing one on his shoulder, causing his body to fall back onto the sheets.

“What the hell are you doing?” The blond bit his lip.

“Getting you wet.” With that, Denki lowered his head to lick a strip along the other’s entrance, earning a surprised yelp, though it didn’t deter the other who continued to lap at Katsuki’s hole.

The tip of the tongue tracing the blond’s puckering rim before pushing past the tight muscle, slipping into him. Katsuki let out a loud gasp, his body unconscious pushing up against the intrusion, asking for more. The golden-blond hummed, placing a hand on the other’s thigh in attempts to stop his squirming. Katsuki’s other leg hooked its self around his neck, ensuring that Denki stayed in place. Kaminari’s moved his free hand to join his head between the explosion-users thighs, retracting his tongue to fit a finger in his entrance, nipping at the rim with his teeth on the way back, earning a hiss. The digit sunk in with little difficulty, the plush muscle opening or him.

“Uuhh.” God, Bakugou sounded fucked already and they’ve barely gotten started, his leg twitching as he wiggled the finger, pushing it to the hilt along with the saliva that gathered outside, repeating the movement a few more times.

He’d need more for the next finger, withdrawing his hand with a small grunt of complaint about his partner, Denki took the digits in his mouth, wettening them.

“How do you taste so good Katsuki?” He pondered between the appendages, “it’s 'cause of your quirk, right?”

“Don’t say things like that Dunce Face! F-fucking gross!” The blond’s attempt to defend his integrity was cute but useless.

He wasn’t fooling anyone, hard cock on display, leaking against his stomach, legs practically trapping Kaminari between them so desperate for him to continue. And the blond had no problem doing so, returning the two fingers to where they belonged, one at a time, sinking into the pliant hole. Fucik did the hole eat them up, Bakugou was born to be a bottom, he could hardly believe the hothead when he said he was a virgin. Those lustful groans and lewd curses were anything but pure.

Denki couldn’t help but release the blond’s thigh to bring his hand down to stroke his own cock, watching the other’s blissed-out face as he twisted the digits, fucking the greedy opening with them.

“Here,” he pulled them out once again, “you can taste for yourself.”

“ What ?” The other panted, eyebrows knitted together, Kaminari bringing his hand up to hover over the blond’s mouth.

And to his surprise, with a slight moment of hesitation, Katsuki leaned forward, taking three digits into his mouth, tongue swirling around them, a deep hum emitting from him. His fiery red eyes answering to the challenge. He took the fingers to the back of his throat, and Kaminari could only picture that as his dick, making the blond gag on it. He had to remove the hand from his erection before he bust a nut. He had to pull Katsuki’s thighs open again, this time pushing all three fingers in at once.

“Ahh,” The other’s back bowed as they entered, if the stretch caused any discomfort, it didn’t show, maybe he liked it rough, after all, they only lubricant they were using was saliva, and that’s wasn’t exactly ideal.

Denki licked his lips, curling the fingers and shiting them around a few times before, “SHIT.”

There it was, the spot that’d have Katsuki screaming his name in seconds if he wanted. He brushed it a few times as he stretched the blond, actively avoiding hitting it straight on, causing the hothead to push back in messy attempts to hit the spot.

“Come on just fuck me already would you?!” He demanded, finally losing patience, and Denki wasn’t in the right mindset to argue, far from it.

The hand was removed for good, The golden-blond leaning back to rub the head of his cock on the flushed entrance, catching on the rim. He spit in his hand, rubbing the saliva along the length, “ready Katsuki?”

The lustful, red-eyes met his own, “hell yes.”

That’s all he needed, Denki pushed in, groaning as his cock entered the wet heat and tight walls that practically swallowed around him. Halfway sheathed he rested, breathing deeply, watching the blond do the same, squirming and getting used to the bulk of his member. Kaminari couldn’t help but to lean down and take the swollen pink lips against his own, beginning an idle makeout session with the other, hand coming up to rest against his small waste, squeezing it, gaging its petite size.

He parted, “god, you’re going to be so full of me by the end of the night.”

Katsuki quirked an eyebrow gravelly voice giving an affirmative, “better get to it then.”

So Denki’s other hand wrapped around the other side of his small waist and he pushed farther in, pulling the blond along with him until they were bottomed out. He let out another groan at the site before starting off on a slow pace. His dick dragging against Katsuki’s walls, ensuring that he felt every single movement, and with the way the hothead twitched and tighten around him, Denki didn’t think he intended to miss anything, as if he were trying to create a mould of Kaminari’s cock.

He pulled back until the tip threatened to exit before giving a hard, experimental thrust to the hilt. A yelp escaped from Katsuki, his thighs squeezing the golden-blond, so he gave another hard thrust.

This time drawing out a long, “yeees.”

The pace quickened, hard and fast, skin slapping again skin. Bakugou’s quirk setting off in the blankets. He pulled the blond’s lower body up higher, angling himself, and...

“ FUCK .” Katsuki couldn’t help but scream out, Kaminari’s cock pounding into the bundle of nerves, “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“You’re going to have to be quieter, Katsuki.” The other managed, fingers digging into the blond’s hips, “else the rest of the class will hear us. Unless you’d like that to happen~.”

In return the hot-head only bit his lip, though it did little use for seconds later his mouth was hanging back open, lewd sounds escaping from it. And he didn’t dare cover it with his hands that set off inconsistent sparks in the sheets.

“K-Kaminari!” Was the next broken yelp.

“So you do know my name?” He panted, eyes lidded as he looked down at the shaking body, “I won’t let you forget it Katsuki.”

“Denki, Denki…” he tried, “s-shut up… shit... Denki.”

The yellow-eyed hero in training groaned at the sound of his name falling from Bakugou’s lips, he was close. They both were from the looks of it. He quicked his pace, fingers digging in hard enough to break the skin.

“Come on, come on, come on.” He didn’t know if the encouragement was coming from him or the other but it seemed to work, Kaminari shuttering to a halt, cock deep in the blond as he came. His hand releasing the hip to messily jerk his partner to completion. A mewl coming falling from Katsuki as he came, release running over Denki’s fist. He jerked him through it stopping when the blond let out a hiss of discomfort. Only then did he remove himself from the pliant body, falling to the side. Discreetly wiping his hand off on the bedsheets as he caught his breath, Katsuki taking time to do so as well.

“Hey, Bakugou?” The yellow-haired student didn’t move his eyes from the ceiling.

“What?” Came the grumpy, muffled voice from beside him.

And despite his fears, Denki couldn’t help but look over at him. The male had turned over to lay on his stomach, the mess of pale-blond locks upon his head looking worse than ever before. Half his face was smothered in a pillow, the other half stared right back at him.

Denki’s breath hitched, there wasn’t a crease in sight. His face wasn’t wound up in an angry expression. He looked cute, like a curious cat.

“You know…” the yellow-eyed student started, “it’s usually common sense to go on a date first.”

The other’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “what are you getting at?”

The scratchy voice sent a shiver up his back, likely sore from his earlier vocals. And Kaminari could only imagine how sore his body will be tomorrow, if not tonight.

“We should get dinner.” The golden-blond finally offered.

Bakugou took a minute to think it over, “I’ll cook. Oi what the fuck?!”

Denki grinned, draping himself over the other, snuggling up close, ignoring the grumbling from Bakugou as they settled.

Damn, if this was what it took to finally taste the famous Bakugou cooking, he’d be far from opposed to doing it again.

He had half a mind to tell the blond so, only to be threatened by death, but what did he expect? Not the round of sex to follow.

And if getting Katsuki riled up wasn’t his favourite past time before, it was now.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha pwp #mha #bnha #bakugou katsuki #bottom bakugou #Kaminari Denki #kamibaku #kaminari x bakugou #fanfic

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risingsouls · 3 years ago

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Recruited: Chapter 11

[Another chapter in the books! This one runs parallel in time to the last (which will be pretty obvious) and has a little more action! So enjoy, have fun, etc.

And don’t forget: you can find the rest of this series and soem of my other BS for this blog here!]

Nabooru

Their trio of space pods burst through Noya's atmosphere and slammed into the surface, a triangle of craters left in their wake. Nabooru replaced her scouter on the side of her face, a press of the button causing the yellow characters to flash across the orange glass as it started back up. She opened up the door and floated out of her pod, touching down on the maroon dirt. A teal, creeping vegetation sprawled over it as far as the eye could see. In the distance, she noted the silhouette of a city or village and a range of mountains beyond it.

She stretched and glanced to her side as Nappa and Raditz joined her, both working out the kinks in their own joints from the long trip. "Awfully quiet here. Where do you think that team is? Hope they didn't kick the bucket before we got here," Nappa said, popping his knuckles. "Maybe it means we'll get a good fight out of these guys if they're calling in reinforcements."

The repetitive pings of a scan sounded from Raditz's scouter. "I wouldn't get my hopes up," the other Saiyan replied, turning around to check the other direction. "I'm not getting a single reading, save for five decent ones off in that direction."

He nodded opposite the mountain range. "Make that three."

Nabooru raised an eyebrow and began her own scan, Nappa following suit with a huff. "You're fucking with us. Why the hell would we be called here if they didn't need us?"

"No, he's right. I'm only getting those three readings, too. That must be the team we're meant to rendezvous with."

Raditz flew up several meters and gazed around. "Looks like something went down over there," he called down to them. "Might have been a settlement or something. Doesn't look like there's much left now."

"Let's go check it out. Something feels off here."

Nabooru followed Raditz and Nappa to the site of what could have potentially been a compound of sorts, a decent sized village, or something else entirely. The damage sustained in the area made it difficult to tell, the edifices reduced to little more than a half foot of wall at best. Scorch marks and craters dotted the area, and they could hardly walk a few feet without finding a corpse or the remnants of one. Each had a variant of blue skin, ranging from near white hues to navy. A few wore what she guessed were plain clothes, while most sported a sort of white armor. Soldiers. Most of the bodies were heavily mutilated, physically torn or shot with concentrated ki blasts to pieces, others sporting deep gashes as if from claws. Maroon soil was stained with emerald blood. Fresh.

"I thought I recognized that power level." Nappa squatted down next to a corpse missing every limb. The lower half of its skull had been crushed as if beneath someone's foot. "Looks like Shikoo and his team's work, don't you think, Raditz?"

"Seems that way. Doesn't seem like they need our help, though. And they never have before." His frown deepened. "Maybe it's some kind of trap."

Raditz vocalized Nabooru's growing fear as each piece of evidence seemed to confirm the theory. "Who's Shikoo?" she asked, turning her attention from the massacre and back toward the direction in which their scouters pinged the readings. Two of the power levels weren't much and would hardly be a challenge for even Raditz. But the third was more powerful, and while only around Nappa's power level, her insides squirmed. Why would they be sent here if this team had everything under control? Was there some secret of this planet they weren't privy to that presented a danger they couldn't handle?

"One of Frieza's favorites, and I'm sure you can see why. What the guy lacks in power he makes up for in brutality and dirty tricks," Nappa told her, folding his arms over his chest. "Makes us Saiyans look soft. But I'm sure you've seen the guy. He's bigger than me, looks like a cross between some kind of reptile and a dog. Red fur and scales. Loud and brags constantly."

Nabooru's brow furrowed and she clicked her tongue. "Mm, yes I've seen him around the base once in a while. Never considered him important enough to learn his name, especially after he and his idiots tried to force themselves on me back when I first started on the force." The corner of her lips quirked upward in a malicious smirk. "He didn't take being turned down very well. But I took care of him and made it clear he should leave me alone."

Raditz chuckled. "Good. The blowhard deserves all the beatings that come to him. Especially for that shit. Nappa and I may have heckled you for a romp in the sack, but he's so full of himself, of course he would try to force his ugly ass on you. I hope these guys took him down a peg or two."

"Confirms the rumors anyway," huffed Nappa. "Guy's disgusting. Pretty pathetic when you gotta resort to force to get off. Guess he ain't much of a charmer, no surprise there."

She kept her surprise about their stance on rape to herself. Considering the violent nature and disregard for life, their history of taking what they wanted by force, rape didn't seem like it would be far off the table for them. Both the Saiyans with her had taken her refusals without much hassle, so she supposed it shouldn't have with at least these two. A point of respect for them, at least, considering the rampant trouble they had with men attempting such with her people back home. As a race of all females and how their style of dress revealed far more skin than Hylian garb, men had a sense of entitlement to Gerudo women, and seemed to believe that meant they were asking for it.

"I suppose we should contact Frieza," she said at last, reaching up to her scouter and selecting the proper channel. "Let him know what we found and what we're meant to do instead."

Once the scouter connected successfully, Frieza greeted her before she could open her mouth to speak: "Ah, what good timing, Nabooru. You have landed on planet Noya and met with the other team there?"

"Yes, my lord. But we are confused. When we landed, we found the planet had already been successfully purged of its in--"

"Yes, yes, I am aware of the success in purging the planet. The instructions to rendezvous with the soldiers sent to Noya were...purposefully vague. The task for you and the Saiyans is to kill that team. Don't worry your pretty head over why, dear. It's unbecoming of a soldier. Their punishment has been a long time coming."

He broke the connection before she could confirm her understanding, but by the questioning expressions in her comrades' faces, her own revealed her opinion on the troublesome news. Surprised wasn't the right word for what she felt. Frieza was known for orders that felt out of place or cruel. Unwarranted and harsh. But piecing together their situation, Nappa's words, and the fact that they had been split from Vegeta only further impressed upon her a sinking feeling of dread. She less suspected a trap for them than viewing it all as one for Vegeta, a "favorite" of Frieza's like Shikoo. Or if it was one for them, was this a precursor to the orders Vegeta would be handed? To end his team and allies in the rebellion they plotted?

"What'd he say?" Nappa asked at last, snapping her out of a spiral of paranoia and back to the task at hand.

"He means for us to kill Shikoo and his crew."

"Really?" Raditz's brow furrowed. "What did they do?"

"He didn't say. Just that their punishment was a long time coming."

The Saiyans exchanged a look of disbelief with a hint of concern. Nabooru wondered if they considered the same possibilities as her. If they wondered if some other team or Vegeta and Frieza themselves lay in wait to off them, too. As much as she wanted to ask, she didn't know who could be listening. And they had a job to do. If anything followed this, they would have to face it once they dealt with Shikoo and his cronies. The memory of them offering to help her find her way back to the barracks and then cornering her, how they tried to touch her anywhere they could reach and tugged her hair, their taunting words from how pretty she was and how good she probably felt to insulting her lack of control of her ki yet. Maybe she didn't back then, but her strength proved enough to subdue the three of them and send them to the hospital ward. She escaped their disgusting behavior, but how many hadn't, if what Nappa said rang true?

Back then, she still tried to cling to her no killing rule for her sanity and her ignorance to the sort of backlash killing fellow soldiers would have. But now she not only had permission, she had the will to do it. If not only for her own revenge, but for the horrors they inflicted on others, too. This time, she wouldn't hold back. She didn't have to.

Three scouters beeped to signal approaching power levels, and Nabooru couldn't help but snort as the hulking beast Shikoo and his cohorts landed before them.

"Come to see how real soldiers work, apes?" Shikoo grinned at Nappa and Raditz, showing off sharp, yellowing teeth in his elongated, canine-like muzzle. A forked tongue flicked out to taste the air. "Where's your diminutive leader, huh? Someone finally give the prince with no subjects the licking he deserves?"

His cohorts snickered and Nabooru noticed Nappa's fists and jaw tighten with the flare of his temper. "You idiots won't be laughing in a minute." The Saiyan general smirked and cracked his knuckles. "I've been waiting for a chance to stomp you."

The smaller two--an orange skinned male with a too-blonde Mohawk and a weedy, birdlike soldier with beady black eyes--shifted in obvious discomfort under Nappa's threat, but Shikoo remained unperturbed. "Please. You wouldn't dare. Not with my favor with Frieza. The alliance my people have is too precious for him to allow a couple monkeys to pick a fight with me."

Nabooru snorted, but his claims had her mind shifting back to her people. The fate of the Saiyans. "That explains a lot. But too bad for you, Frieza seems to think killing you is more important than whatever deal you and your people have with the empire."

Yellow eyes snapped to her, slit pupils dilating for a moment in recognition. His hackles rose and hair surrounding a line of spikes along his back stood on end. His aggravation melted back to sick amusement and he laughed. "Well, well. I remember you. Come crawling back for that fun I promised you after all, huh?" His attention fell back to Nappa and Raditz. "Taking orders from women now? You Saiyans really are a joke. Guess it is a step up from short, angry, and overcompensating. Easier to look at, too."

"Can we get this over with? This guy's voice is making me sick," Raditz complained. "I'll take the two wimps in the back alone if I have to."

"You're still on that?! What did I tell you?!" Shikoo snarled. "Frieza will have your heads if you try anything!"

"And what did I tell you? Frieza himself sent us here to kill you." A smirk curled Nabooru's lips and she turned her attention to Nappa and Raditz. "You mind if I take him? I'm really kicking myself for not finishing him off all those years ago."

Nappa huffed and folded his arms, making a show of his indignance. "Damn, guess I can't argue with that. Much as I wanna bury this mutt myself, I think you've got a bigger stake." He nudged Raditz. "You take the orange one and I got bird brain." Without waiting for a response, the larger of the two surged forward and slammed his leg into his opponent's side, sending him sailing with a squawk. The general laughed and swept after him. "Try and make this fun for me, birdie!"

Raditz shot a series of magenta blasts toward the other minion who, more prepared for the onslaught than his companion, dodged backward nimbly and blocked what he couldn't with raised arms. "Give him a few good ones for me, won't you Nabs?" He shot her a wry grin and pursued his opponent with ruthless abandon.

“Stupid move on their part, leaving you alone with me,” Shikoo snarled, vicious grin back on his mug. “You don’t have the stomach to kill me. I saw it in your eyes then, and I’m sure you’ll falter again now. And that’s when I’ll finish what I started all those years ago. Maybe I’ll make your monkey friends watch.”

Nabooru rolled her eyes skyward. “Please. I feel so bad for you, I’ll give you a free first hit.” She beckoned him with her index finger. “Come on, big guy. Let’s see if you can do more than just flap your ugly mouth.”

As she hoped, Shikoo snarled at her taunt and lunged. Black claws extended outward and he swiped them toward her throat. Nabooru’s hand shot up and she grasped his wrist, her hand barely covering half of its circumference. He grunted and struggled against her strength. “So you’re a whore and a filthy liar…”

Her grip tightened, and bones crunched beneath her hand. “I’ve kind of proven the first one wrong by turning you down, haven’t I?” She caught his opposite fist. Her smirk widened when his eyes flashed in rage. “But I suppose you’re right about the liar thing.”

"I'll kill you, bitch!" he roared, tugging back in an attempt to free himself.

She held fast, orange energy flaring up around her. After a few more tugs, she released him, forcing him to stumble backward when he lost his balance. Nabooru shot forward and buried her fist in his scaled belly. Shikoo wheezed and doubled over. Head at her level, Nabooru wheeled back and kneed him in the face with bone-crunching force, whipping his head back and sending him wheeling backward once more. Blue blood oozed from his nose and mouth.

"This has been fun." Shikoo seethed as he raised his head again and spat blood on her boots. He shook with his rage, and Nabooru only wished Nappa and Raditz had remained with his crew to witness his embarrassment. She flexed her hand, forming a cylinder of ki in her palm. She wrapped her fingers around it like a hilt and willed it outward, curving and widening it into the shape of a blade similar to those she favored back home. "But I'm tired of playing. You're not really worth breaking a sweat over."

Using his shock at the sight of her ki blade, she shot forward again. She swept the blade downward, tip aimed at the ground between his feet. She brought it back up in a swift arc, between his legs and through his skull, splitting him vertically in half. His responding punch halted mid-swing, and his body fell apart with a stomach-churning squelch and a pair of thuds as each half fell to the ground.

"Geez, Nabs. Did you have to go crotch up? You made me cringe."

Her ki blade dissipated and she rested her hands on her hips. She turned to face Nappa as Raditz rejoined them, neither appearing to have taken too much damage. Raditz looked slightly ruffled with a bloody lip, but otherwise, both defeated Shikoo's goons without issue. "Of course. A disgusting bastard like him deserves it. If I wasn't supposed to kill him, I might have stopped at around his belly button."

Raditz wiped his mouth and grumbled. "Has anyone told you you're terrifying? You've been around Vegeta too long."

"I didn't realize you two were so squeamish," Nabooru snorted. She glanced at Shikoo's split corpse, the glee from her victory short lived as she remembered his claims. How Vegeta was within the tyrant’s clutches and, if Frieza knew what they planned, could be in danger.

"Speaking of Vegeta, what do you think Frieza has him doing?" A subtle attempt to probe their thoughts on the matter while potentially gaining some reassurance. "He's done this before right?"

“Sure. And I didn’t realize you were such a worrywart.” Nappa and Raditz exchanged knowing glances. “I thought Vegeta was just messing with us, but you two really are up to more than just training when you’re left alone with free time, huh?”

Her posture stiffened and heat rushed to her cheeks. “What is that supposed to mean?” She narrowed her eyes and marched over to them. Their grins only widened and she prodded both of them in the chest with her index fingers. “Just because the two of you can’t keep it in your battle suits doesn’t mean we’re a couple of horny teenagers who can’t handle being alone together. We actually want to get stronger unlike you slackers.”

“I have noticed he’s been in a better mood than normal once in a while,” added Raditz, ignoring her. “Sort of confirms that his smug attitude when he told us ‘maybe, maybe not’ last time we asked wasn’t just him messing with us.”

“Makes him a damn hypocrite though. He told us to quit trying. Guess he didn’t want to share.”

“We’re not sleeping together! Ever! Not even once!” Nabooru could kick that idiot for basically bragging to the other two Saiyans. She had faith neither of them would spread it around whether they believed it or not, but their insistence still pissed her off. “We train. That’s it.”

“It’s not a big deal. In fact, I approve. It’s about time the two of you got laid.” Nabooru slapped Nappa’s hand away before he could plop it on her shoulder. He winced. “Besides, it’s beneficial for us all because, like Raditz said, it puts Vegeta in a better mood for a little while. We all win.”

“Maybe he’s just in a better mood because you two aren’t bothering him as much.” She flipped around on her heel. “Can we please just get out of here? Seeing that ugly bastard again did nothing for my mood, and if you two keep this up, I’ll do the same to you as I did to him and make up the most embarrassing stories for your deaths I can think of.”

She heard the two snigger, but they joined her in flight without more of their incessant teasing. It at least distracted her from her paranoia and concern for the prince’s wellbeing outside of the usual sort of abuse or inanity he would suffer in Frieza’s company. A premature assumption, perhaps, but she decided to take at least Nappa’s lack of concern as a good sign. Or enough of one to keep her from fretting until she knew otherwise.

#fic: recruited #tw: rape mention #tw: violence #probably not my best work here #but it was fun to write #nabs beign a bad bish is always good

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exmateriadead · 5 years ago

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Burning All Your Angels.

{ for | @fatedefy }

It gets hard to remember the weight of a dead body.

The memory comes after a strangled yawn, Naruto puts his hand to his chest where Neji used to be.

All night he wishes the phantom breath in his ear would quiet down only to realize and to remember a beating heart running fast and how his could never catch up,until it disappeared. He realizes his heart is the only thing to beat alone.The thud of it quiet and the weight on his chest gone. The mercy of stillness is maddening.

Loving a boy is easy. Loving a dead ones hard work.

How could anyone say he can live like this?

He can’t so he won’t.

The Hyugas are infuriated, finding the terrain in their burial sight turned into hills of blackened soil, mountains unfurled unmarked graves a playground for who they think maybe outsiders looters and shamans.

No one needs this after a war- no more lost bodies, it’s what Konoha promised but yet again failing.

Naruto goes to the Uzumaki shrine with grave yard dirt underneath his fingers. The shrine sits as a pitiful ruined shack clustered in the corner of a forest miles and miles away from the village. It was where the great Uzumaki Mito would go to pray and meditate among her gods and demons.

Her presence is something he has difficulty connecting to- elusive as if he’s always too late to ask her spirit questions that no one alive can really answer. Yet, he’s guided by her difficulty and unresolved ancestral pains. Maybe in the long run it’ll count for something.

But at the grounds tonight, he finds a white serpent waiting, a scaly heap of a reptilian body poised to attack.

Orochimaru laughs as he always does, showing the glint in his teeth. He looks younger- hungrier even.

“My, you are full of surprises Naruto-kun.”

It’s said with intrigue and that is the last thing Naruto ever wants when it comes to Orochimaru.

"These grounds aren’t yours to pick through. Leave now- or I cut you into pieces.“

Orochimaru cooes playfully he and his white snake leaving the steps of the shrine slow, sick like molasses. Narutos fingers twitch.

“I heard about the Hyuga boy dying valiantly in the war. Your ancestors would be proud, Naruto acclaiming their beliefs once again.”

Naruto ignored him moving his feet to walk past. It was true though what his ancestors believed, saying more to himself then anyone, “the strong don’t die.”

He was never a boy that believed in anything spiritually. Because if the same God made he and Kurama, they’d be a cruel God. Yet if it were the same God who made he and Neji, perhaps a God is only as proud as the things he creates. Perhaps a god can also be a devil.

The shinigami takes most of the room as Naruto unwraps the off white linen muzzled around Nejis corpse. Kuramas tails whipping back and forth in the ether waiting diligently to be summoned.

He presses the remainder of the seal with his own blood. A sigil to open a heavens gate and another to guide the spirit home- Naruto draws that one on Nejis sunken chest.

The shinigami doesn’t speak not in words anyway but it licks the air smiling with its sharp teeth tasting desperation. Naruto hopes it tastes love as well.

A soul for a soul. It speaks, yet yours is tied to anothers. Beloved, nine-tails.

Naruto looks down at Nejis body, only days from turning into dust and rot. His dark hair grey matted in webs he can’t unravel. The Hyugas ritual of carving out his eyes was already done. But he looked beautiful to Naruto. He always did.

Naruto couldn’t help but cry his tears small wet marbles sliding down Nejis ashened cheeks. He tried staying still but he couldn’t, he tried suppressing it all, swallowing his cries but they were loud and clear. His heart burned.

“I’ll give you whatever you want.” Naruto said, “whatever you want.”

Good. The Shinigami smiled. I desire what your lover wanted. I desire freedom, U-zu-ma-ki.

Naruto looked at the spirit contemplating it’s request. “Yes.” He said without much thought.

What is the cost of freedom anyway?

Then the shinigamis tanto was already buried deep in his chest before he could say anything else.

Everything.

He sees light fighting its way through the darkness behind his eyelids. Something remarkably warm is touching his skin. Then the warmth turns hot and angry and sharp digging into the skin of his shoulders.

Then the screaming doesn’t stop.

Neji won’t stop screaming- and for a moment Naruto believes this thing isn’t Neji at all.

He scrambles to muffle his screams, amend all his wrongs with casting himself as something familiar, swaddling him into his chest, pray and pray to a God he doesn’t believe in that Neji would stop, that he would come back to him.

It takes a moment when the screams settle into a dizzy mutter that Naruto figures out what Nejis been saying all along.

His name.

When Neji comes back, he comes back a free man, voltuous and ethereal. It glows and shimmers around his skull- this something- this halo of sorts added to his regal beauty to the very essence that is Hyuga Neji.

Maybe death is a new beginning.

When his mind is mostly right again, Naruto expects even prepares for Neji to go back to the Hyuga compound. The explanation set on his tongue, and if they wanted to punish him for it, Naruto would take the lashings and he would keep Neji free.

Instead, Neji crawls into bed with him. He soothes the curls a top Narutos head as if he knows how nervous Naruto is. The strands twist against his fingers too grown out for a haircut. His eyes crystalline lilac, frightening and somehow forever. But, Naruto can’t look away.

Neji does this for a while until his fingers bring attention to the scar on Narutos chest.

“I wouldn’t take it back.” Naruto says defensively. He touches Nejis fingers sitting on the long ugly scar.

He expects a reprimand but instead Nejis eyes look sharper, his hair falling past over his shoulders.

“Good.” He says, “i wouldn’t either.”

Neji is new, different, free.

They fuck and make love whenever they can. Intense is just the half of it. Their bodies unable to properly function without at least being inside one another. They fuck like they’re only moments away from leaving their bodies for good. Nejis legs around Naruto, Narutos hand wrapped around his throat in his hair- at it again and again whether happy or angry they’re always feeling something.

Neji is complicated. Naruto becomes recluse.

“This is fucking horrible.” Neji looks at the drag between his fingers. The smell of cannabis and late night barbecue waifs in the air.

“Give it back then.”

“No.”

Neji takes another hit, He doesn’t really see the poetry here but he does it anyway. He does everything, anyway.

And maybe Naruto loves that too much maybe that’s the fucking issue.

Another night Neji comes home bleeding from his forehead. His arms shaking a small smile across his face. He’s broken three fingers and somebodies nose, Naruto can tell with the fresh clear cut dripping from his knuckles.

“Whats up with you?” Naruto tries to not sound annoyed. Neji shrugs he pulls out a lighter from his pocket, carved gold and places it on the brim of the sink where Naruto is attending to his wounds.

“You like it?”

Naruto barely gives a glance but he nods anyway.

“Where’d you get it?”

“Stole it.”

Naruto sighs, “shinobi don’t steal.”

Nejis eyes pander a look of judgement somehow before he aims for a kiss Naruto is all too desperate for all too willing to give. Even if Neji does taste slightly of ash..

“Is that what I still am to you?”

Naruto wipes dried blood from Nejis jaw and licks his lips.

“You’re whatever you want to be.” He sighs again whispering , “and its scary.”

#saved//#yes im finding old drabbles i wrote and posting them here #promise i wont delete them all this time #m.naruto uzumaki #o.neji hyuga #9sik.archive #saved///

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squirrelly831 · 5 years ago

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Miscarriage [Youngjae, Jongup, and Junhong]

If it wasn’t obvious, this is angst. Eventually I’ll need write a fluffy daddy!au for B.A.P haha I feel like I’ve only written angst daddy!au for them… The parts will be linked at the bottom of this reaction.

Enjoy~~

Youngjae

Everything had gone so perfect that Allison still didn’t understand how or why it happened. Youngjae left her happy and healthy at eight weeks. He had insisted that he could push back his tour, but Allison refused. She could man the fort alone while he was away for a couple of months.

During her pregnancy, she would have spotting that her doctor told her time and again was normal in the first trimester. So, she didn’t worry too much. Until one day while she was home with her friends who came out to visit her. Allison had a basket of clothes to wash and she missed a step. She let out a scream as she fell down the stairs which caused her friends to rush her to the hospital.

She was prepared to see a regular doctor as she got moved into a hospital room after being seen for other injuries. Allison came out basically unscathed minus a concussion. However, when she saw her obgyn doctor enter, the color in her skin left her. “What’s wrong with the baby?”

Her doctor approached her, “I’m just here to check something the doctor wanted to get a second opinion on.” A nurse pulled in an ultrasound and her doctor lifted her gown to get to her stomach. She put the gel on her stomach and put the probe on her. Her doctor dragged the probe around her belly once, then again slower than the last, and then one last time taking a few movements at a time. “Can you come back to my office next week?”

Allison nodded slowly, “I can… but what’s going on?”

Her doctor let out a breath, “I believe you’ve had a silent miscarriage, but I need to do a different scan to confirm it.”

Allison’s eyes widened, “What? Silen–oh god… Was it because of my fall?”

“No no no” her doctor spoke up immediately, “I hate to say, this happens a lot more than I care to admit. About 20 percent of women have a silent miscarriage. The baby just stops growing, but the body believes that it’s still carrying a baby.”

That night, Allison called Youngjae and told him what was going on. He didn’t hesitate to cancel his tour and rush back to his wife’s side. He was heartbroken of course, but he didn’t want to add to her stress.

When he arrived home, Allison had only beaten him moments before as her friend took her home. The moment Youngjae saw Allison on the couch, he ran to her side. Allison stared at her growing stomach with bitter resentment. “Alli…”

“It just keeps growing” she hissed. “It’s like it is mocking me… As if it’s just trying to hurt me” her voice shook. Youngjae took her in his arms and she kept rambling. “Just make it stop… There’s no baby… There’s nothing.” Her eyes watered as she continued to talk.

The next week came and went. Allison’s doctor confirmed that Allison had a miscarriage. The baby had shrunk in size and Allison agreed to have a d&c surgery to empty out her womb. She couldn’t handle watching her stomach continue to grow through the rest of the pregnancy.

After the surgery, Youngjae was by Allison’s sleeping figure trying to figure out what could have gone wrong. The pregnancy was going so well, so what could have caused this tragedy to happen?

Jongup

It had been a month since Maddy had her miscarriage and the pain was still very fresh and very real. She was still affected by it all and though her husband, Jongup, seemed fine, he was heartbroken. Whereas Maddy would be found weeping or screaming in frustration, Jongup was calm and collected. He helped rebuild her.

What Jongup didn’t understand was that Maddy wasn’t just upset because of the miscarriage, but because Jongup began to push her away. Physically, he was there with her. He would hold her and kiss her and tell her comforting words, but emotionally Jongup seemed to have vanished. His words weren’t loving just neutral. Maddy believed he blamed her for the miscarriage.

Her suspicions only grew when she called Daehyun since Jongup hadn’t been home in a few days. Daehyun told her that Jongup took a leave from work and hadn’t been in for weeks. He offered to call Jongup, but Maddy refused. She had an idea where she could find him, so she grabbed her keys and set off to find Jongup.

The cool air from the beach blew around her as she walked through the sand. Maddy took in the salty water smell and smiled as a weight slowly lifted off her back. She spotted Jongup on a pier looking off at the water. She went to call for him as she approached, but she saw the tear stains on his cheeks. Maddy said nothing as she approached him from behind. Her fingers grazed the side of his shirt before her arms engulfed him from behind and linked around his abdomen.

Jongup jumped at the sudden feeling and he craned his head to see the top of Maddy’s head, “love…”

“I’m mad at you.” Maddy whispered. Jongup turned fully to face her, “You keep acting like you’re okay, but I know you’re not. I’m your wife. Why can’t you just tell me instead of disappearing for days on end.” A tear fell down her face and Jongup wiped it away. “If you’re mad at me for the miscarriage just say it… yell at me… Just tell me you hate me and I’ll understand.”

Jongup licked his lips as he tried not to cry again, “I’m not mad at you. You didn’t cause this, babe. I could never hate you.” His voice crack, “I love you.”

“Then why are you pushing away from me? We’re supposed to support each other. We’re suppose to mourn and heal together, but you’re shutting me out.” Jongup said nothing as he just pulled Maddy to him tightly. She felt him tremble and sniffle. “Don’t push me out anymore… We promised to always be there for each other.” Jongup said nothing as he pressed a kiss on the top of her head.

Junhong

The worse way to find out about a miscarriage was through the news and that was exactly how Junhong found out about Kiara’s miscarriage. She had two miscarriages in the past and the doctors could never figure out the cause. However, this pregnancy seemed to be better. She was four months in and it was the furthest one by far. The baby and Kiara were healthy and everything was just perfect.

At first, Junhong didn’t feel comfortable leaving to Europe for a small tour, but Kiara insisted that he went. She had a lot of friends in Seoul and she knew she’d be fine. So, Junhong headed to Germany, but kept constant updates on his wife.

Then one day, Kiara was chilling with Christian Yu, a friend of Junhong and hers. She was on Instagram Live with him as he worked on a track. Kiara spent time answering some questions.

Christian looked at the comments and read a few, “These ones ask why do you look sick?”

Kiara let out an awkward laugh, “I haven’t been feeling too good the past couple of days. I had a fever, but it broke. I’m still getting better.” She flashed a peace sign to the camera before she snuck off to play with Lori. Kiara grabbed a toy and threw it for Lori. She felt a sharp pain and she grabbed her stomach in a panic. Alarmed the fans began to ask more questions. She felt blood between her legs and she felt sick.

Christian looked at the comments and whipped back to see Kiara, “Ki-ki, are you okay?” He watched her eyes rolled as she collapsed, “Kiara!” He grabbed his phone and ended the live to call the ambulance. “Kiara! Hey! Kiara wake up!”

Junhong woke to missed calls by Christian, but he didn’t think anything of it until he looked at his Twitter. He noticed his name and Kiara’s name trending on Twitter and things like get well Kiara and pray for Kiara. Junhong felt like his heart stopped as he read through the comments. However, he was interrupted when Christian’s number flashed on his phone. “Hello?”

“Junhong! Fucking finally!” He let out a shaky breath, “I’ve been trying to reach you all night.”

“What’s wrong with Kiara?”

Christian fell quiet, “How’d you–”

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH MY WIFE?”

“Fuck… Twitter… Junhong, you need to get here fast. She needs you. They said the baby is stillborn…”

Junhong didn’t need to be told twice. He explained to the other performers why he had to drop and he rushed back to Seoul. Before he got back, Kiara had the a c-section to remove their baby boy. When he got to the hospital, he saw Kiara holding their stillborn son. She held his lifeless body close to her as she looked up at Junhong. He approached his wife and son and he cried as he looked at how peaceful his son looked.

“Isn’t he beautiful…” She wept. Junhong held onto Kiara as he reached out and touched his son’s tiny face. “Why can’t he just be asleep? I just wanted to hear him cry once… A laugh… something… This is cruel.” Of all the miscarriages, this one was by far the hardest and most painful of all for the both of them.

Part I

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wardroidmajin · 6 years ago

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Shit. Shit. She’d never fought this hard before in her life. It took everything she had to keep ahead of Dabura’s blade and the demon king knew it. Her reflexive Ki blast cut through nothing but an afterimage-

Shit! Plum leapt and Dabura’s blast tore a neat gouge through the arena where she’d stood an instant prior. His voice behind her then as she rocketed upwards, mocking in her ear. “You are learning, at least.” She whipped around but her fist rebounded off the flat of her opponent’s blade and sent a searing pain shooting up her arm. She hissed, recoiling, swaying away from his swipes, catching one of the blows meant to decapitate her with her own ki blade. Her other hand struck forward to run him through but Dabura caught her by the wrist with a contemptuous snort. “I am insulted, child.” He glared down at her. “That you believe I would fall for such a novice feint”. Plum spat in his face and he snarled, tossing her towards the earth. The impact sent a plum of stone and earth into the sky and pain lanced through her as she struggled to her feet. She felt Fu clashing with his doppelganger across the arena, a dance of blades far more precise than her own. Neither gave an inch. She felt her mother, too, with all of her wonderful fury.

Plum’s eyes snapped open a second too late. Dabura hit her again. The blow would have crushed the skull of a weaker fighter and Plum screamed in agony as she was thrown into one of the rings of stone seats, crushing them into dust. She lay there for several long moments - something had to be broken. Her vision spun but she didn’t care - she had to find her. She had to- Several things happened all at once, then. It was like time flowed together, fast and slow. Fu - her Fu - fell, half of his neck gone. She didn’t hear herself scream, didn’t know she’d moved until her teeth found the others wrist and she crunched down. Mom was there, then, doing something and the world spiralled rapidly. - Don’t leave me, Fu. - I can fix this. I can fix this, hang on. Then suddenly he was gone and Mom was there and nothing else mattered- The explosion blinded her, tossed her back and rattled the entire arena. Vivi was gone then, engulfed in white and smoke. All at once her Ki vanished, snapped from existence. Plum fought to stand, fought to see - fought to anything. She couldn’t see, couldn’t feel- She was dead. She was dead. They’d taken her, they’d taken- Something snapped behind the Hybrid’s eyes. Plum screamed and the earth buckled and folded like water in the face of her fury. Her aura tore outwards in a twisted black-and-red, demonic and cruel. Her raven hair shone, beautiful and gold and her eyes a deep crimson. The arena was still, for a moment. All stopped to bare witness. She shimmered into nothing so fast that Dabura didn’t know she’d moved. She hit him from behind with a thunderous howl of loss and pain so guttural it almost tore her throat. His skull flexed beneath the impact and the king was thrown from the air like a missile She’d kill them. She’d kill all of them. Dabura’s impact tore a hole through the stone ring of the stadium and obscured him in a powdery smoke. “KA!” Her hands cupped back. Each syllable a scream. Ki gathered between her palms, brilliant and bright. “ME!” She watched the smoke begin to clear. She didn’t need her sight though - she felt Dabura was alive. Not like Vivi - not like her mother, not like the other Fu, not like- “HA!” She could scarcely understand her own power. Had she of been lucid, not overcome with rage and grief she might have understood what she’d become - but that was beyond her now. She’d wipe them all out - this entire place. It didn’t matter anymore. She had enough energy in this attack to do it. At least then she’d be with Mom.

“ME-!”

Dabura finally rose from his daze. He spluttered blood across his goatee as he shakily lifted his head. She saw, for the first time, fear. It made her feel good, for a brief moment. Better than she’d ever felt before in her entire life. And then it hit her - it was faint, but it was there. A Ki she could never forget, not in a million years. From now until the end she knew who it was. Vivi? But how- She couldn’t stop now, but that single flicker gave her focus. Lucidity, enough not to send this attack into the base of the arena and let it consume everything. “HA-!” The arena was white for a moment, such was the intensity. She couldn’t hear his scream but she felt Dabura enveloped in her fury and atomised to nothing like a drop of rain being taken into a raging sea. The kamehameha licked up the shielding surrounding the arena and Plum let it fade, her limbs quaking. The fight wasn’t done. It wasn’t over- not yet.

#drabble #(So this is during the final fight of the climax of the Plum/Vivi/Fu/Scaro arc we've dubbed Endgame)#(And is basically when Plum goes Super Saiyan and lots of cool stuff happens!)#(I'm glad I got to put it into words finally)#contonsharptooth

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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Church of the Poison mind Ch. 6 (Trixya) - Dahlia

AN: I’m so sorry I’m trash and keep saying I’m gonna post things and then posting them late!!!!! ANYWAY, I slaved over this chapter, but it literally WOULD NOT have gotten done without Lale helping me navigate the ENTIRE exposition, thank you from the bottom the of my soul, sweet angel. And thank you Matilda for being such a sweet lady, and my BABY BROTHER Dannyohd for being PRECIOUS always.

Words flew around the room like picture frames thrown from her mother’s grasp, shattered images and broken glass. Bright lights, headlights, leaving, pulling out of the driveway and peeling down the dark street. Leaving. One left physically, while the other emotionally, leaving Trixie orphaned among the ruins of her home. And with no one around to tell her to be careful around the sharp edges, she found herself falling, skinning her palms and knees.

“This is your fault, you knew about this. You let him destroy me, like I’m some kind of fool. ”

Trixie could not recount how many times she had covered for him, how many lies had threaded out of her in those two years, stitching new truths down the patchwork of her wrinkled clothing. She’d convinced herself it was better that way, no, maybe he’d convinced her. Either way, she couldn’t tell. Her life had become so dizzied, that most days, she found herself tripping over the words that had been fed to her. Maybe, just maybe, she’d spent so long denying her mother the truth, that she’d begun to deny it herself; but like most lies, too big and too grand to keep track of, the truth was a cruel inevitability.

“How could you be so stupid? What kind of daughter are you?”

All of those years spent as a pawn in her parents marriage had never made her any better at chess, or anything she might’ve liked, like singing, or birdwatching. She did however, become proficient in operating the inner workings of her broken home. She became a duplicitous messenger, choice words echoing through her as she traveled from one parent to the other.

“We have to leave, we have to leave here. He’s letting it foreclose, he’s letting the house foreclose. I’ve got nothing left Trixie, I’ve got nothing left to give you.”

She hadn’t asked for much. And most nights, she felt contented in the hunger, both the emotional and physical. The reaping weight of her mother’s illness crept inside her bones, nestled in between the stuffed bears and plastic dollies; and she grew hollow, barely sustained.

“ Men are pigs. All he cares about is getting laid. He doesn’t care about you Trixie, as long as he has his little slut, he doesn’t care.”

Years flew by as mistress became misses. A marriage proposal, a new step-family, a big shiny house in the suburbs with a yard for the dog. He was still around, for holidays and weekends, summer vacations from grade six, all the way up to grade ten. And despite the toxic sting of her mother’s words, Trixie secretly relaxed into those weekends of peace; without her mother’s near constant lamenting, where Trixie could pretend to be anybody but herself. And while her father progressed, satisfied with his new lodgings, her mother regressed, an empty shell of the mother she once was.

"Trixie please, I didn’t mean that. No one wants me, please Trixie don’t cry, please, don’t leave me, you’re all I have left.”

And Trixie found herself at fifteen years old, unable to abandon her mother, staring foreclosure in the face.

—

Her dreams twisted with the seductive hook of Katya’s stare, a glaring reflection of her own needs and wants. And an aching necessity nestled in between her fingers, the spaces crying out, desperate for fulfillment. It had taken every ounce of Trixie’s willpower not touch her lips again, to taste them. She sat imagining the espresso on her tongue, overwhelmed by those ruby lipped, cardamom fantasies; and the taste of Katya’s morning cigarette still fresh on her full lips, stale by midafternoon. She hoped and prayed reality could carry her there, to that place, in those sparse moments where actuality dwindled.

Trixie bit into a crisp cortland apple, ripe with the season, and it’s juicy fullness issued from the corners of her mouth. She upturned them, pulled them into a grin at the sight of Katya, on the tips of her toes, reaching to scrawl across the top of the board. The skirt of her dress rode up, just above the knees, and Trixie willed it with her eyes, implored it to keep rising.

As her top teeth continued to skim across the skin of the apple, Katya turned to eye her, and shot a disapproving glance. Katya had reminded her time and again that there was to be no eating in class, but Trixie liked to test boundaries lately; being teacher’s favorite had its perks. She winked in response, and sunk her teeth in, the bright red clashing with the pink of her lips. Trixie let her tongue tease down the surface of the fruit, catching tart pearls of juice that trickled down. And Katya, flustered, turned away from her, while a certain, giddy pride rose in Trixie’s chest.

She wondered how long they could keep up this charade before people started to notice; Trixie stopped for a moment to scan the room, but instead of watching eyes, she was met with drooping faces and bowed heads. Typical for an afternoon class, as the caffeine crash was likely to have just settled in. Relieved, she continued her pursuit on the apple, losing herself in Katya’s words.

She lost a lot of herself in those days, she felt different somehow, changed.

1 missed call.

On her way out of class, she tossed it’s core in a nearby bin, and licked the sticky sweetness from her fingers. Katya flagged her down, catching her halfway down the hall, and Trixie turned to face her, pulling her index finger slowly from parted lips. Trixie could see the frenzy in her eyes, could feel the tension rising from the taut pull of Katya’s lean thighs. She let her eyes wander down, and then back up, smirking.

“Is this gonna become habit for you, you stopping me after every class?”

“Probably.”

“I’m okay with that,” Trixie offered, leaning in a bit closer.

“I didn’t ask your permission.”

Katya smirked into her words, her fingers drumming against the binder she’d tucked under her arm. And Trixie, near weak in the knees, tried her best to keep upright, the sheer of her flirtation fading into blushed cheeks.

“I stopped you because I thought you may want your purse back,” Katya continued.

“My purse?”

“Yes, yesterday, my little glamorous trash rat, you leave it in my backseat! You don’t notice?”

She’d been so caught up in fantasy that she’d hardly noticed its absence from her shoulder. Hot nerves prickled beneath her skin as she kept time with Katya’s steps, and she looked down at her shoes, lest she trip and embarrass herself further.

“Right! Right, my purse. Well, lead the way, freak.”

“You know, Tina, you really should treat me with more respect. With that paper due Friday, it would seem as though I have much power over you.”

“Well, lucky for you, I have a thing for submission.”

Trixie regret the words immediately as they left her lips, and suddenly, she could feel Katya’s excited eyes on her cheeks. Attempting to conceal the redness, Trixie’s hands met her own face in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” Trixie mouthed, reeling, “I- I don’t know why I said that.”

“Has anyone ever told you, you’re a huge dork, Tracy?”

“Pretty much my whole life, yeah.”

They headed down the hall, passed the third corridor, and hooked a right just before the marble steps. Trixie sped up ahead of her, but instead of catching the door, she stopped, slowed. She paused for a moment before the threshold, allowing Katya to breeze passed her, and as she did, Trixie quietly took in Katya’s perfume; warm notes of tobacco and cinnamon crept into the airspace around her. And Katya, a bit shorter than she, held out the door while Trixie ducked under her arm with a brief nod of thanks.

With home tucked far away, in recesses of her mind, she came to a startling realization. Things really were changing, a revolution had been raging all of this time unnoticed, just beneath the surface of her skin. It had been such a simple thing, but rang magnificent then, in that small space with Katya. She’d spent her entire life opening doors for other people; and as she stepped down the stairs into the sunlight, the thought occurred to her. If the sun could love her skin, why couldn’t she? If she could put others before her, why not herself?

She looked down at her phone, 3 missed calls.

As they approached Katya’s car, under cover of trees at the far end of the professor’s lot, she was reminded of how improper it all was, and conflict echoed through her; but somehow, rounding the passenger’s side and leaning against the warped metal, a sense of comfort washed over her. Leaving class with Katya, perfumed in her surrounding, felt as natural as breathing.

“Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit!” Katya said, her arms flying up into the air.

“Yeah, your car is a piece of shit. You should do something about that,” Trixie retorted.

“No, not the car, you chicken! Leave Barbara alone, she is real strong dyke and she does not need your sass.”

“What, then?”

“Your purse, I’m very sorry, Toby,” she feigned, the back of her hand to her forehead, “I must’ve… brought it in house and forgotten it! Silly me!”

“Oh right, you,” Trixie pulled her fingers into quotations, grinning from ear to ear, “forgot it. Completely on accident.”

“I am just big dumb girl!”

Katya paused for a moment, her exasperation curling into a smile, and she walked around the side of the car, throwing herself into the driver’s seat. She shoved her key in the ignition and it thundered to life; leaning across the center console, her gleaming smile appeared from behind the sinking window.

“Seeing as we are both here now,” she continued, “I might as well give you ride home. I’m sure my girl Barb missed your ass on her seats.”

“How convenient,” Trixie said, pulling the car door open before her.

She slid in smoothly, kicking garbage out from underneath her feet.

“I will remember to bring purse of yours tomorrow, it is promise!”

“I won’t hold my breath.”

—

The night had been long and riddled with thoughts of Katya as Trixie lie awake, counting the glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling. She could still see their ghostly glow behind her eyelids, could still feel the twinge of tainted dreams and ill conceived wishes. Her thoughts were cruel, but wise. If she was to make it through this year, she had stop willing the stars to shoot across her ceiling, because no amount of wishing was going to bring Katya back into her arms. She had her college career to think about, Katya’s career, and with a bold new dawn, she promised herself no more pining.

As the day faded into late afternoon, and her classes came and went, Trixie mentally prepared herself for Chemistry class, not to mention the ever present chemistry that rested between them. The smell of Katya’s car, the leather seats and empty coffee cups, ran vivid through her memories; and she closed her eyes, lived in that imagining, before shaking its warm embrace and leaving that vision in the hallway behind her. She felt brave, sleepy, but renewed, until of course, she walked through the door.

There she was, hellbent and devilish, her hair tied up into a messy french twist. She was bent over the edge of the desk, brilliant eyes narrowed on a stack of papers at the far end, and as her body straightened upright, Trixie lost all sense of awareness. Hips and thighs, wrapped criminally in a tight pencil skirt, red glasses, red shoes,red lips. Katya’s heels clicked across the tiled floor, and Trixie, blocking the doorway, could practically feel Katya walking all over her chest. Katya moved toward the coat rack, and pulled on her lab coat slowly, smoothing the fabric down around her waist. Those hands, those soft, fervent hands, trailed passed the back of her skirt, and followed the contours of her body down the length of the coat. And Katya paused for a moment, her eyes meeting Trixie’s, allowing a fiendish smile to befall her lips.

“You’re here early,” Katya offered, turning away from Trixie to fetch a few beakers from a nearby cabinet. She nibbled lightly at the eraser of a pencil while she worked, arranging and tidying, sifting through papers in search of a spark wheel.

“I- uh, I mean, yeah. Just a few minutes, I think.”

“Fifteen minutes.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re fifteen minutes early, Tracy.”

“I- yes, that would be correct.”

Trixie couldn’t help the sudden flood of embarrassment over the skin of her arms, as goosebumps rose on the surface, like tiny, silent prayers. She didn’t really know why she had gotten there so early, maybe she’d just been quietly hoping Katya would already be there. They stood in silence for a moment, and Katya peered up at Trixie from under her glasses.

“Well?” Katya questioned, her words hanging in the air, strong and biting, quite like her perfume.

Trixie might as well have been drooling.

“Is there something you need, Talullah?”

You. Bent over that desk. Now.

“Need, I- um, yes! My purse, I thought you might have my purse today. I kind of need my debit card back, the whole ‘I forgot my wallet’ excuse hasn’t worked with Kim in like, a really long time…”

“SHIT. I am very sorry, my sincerest apologies. We’ll have to make quick detour today to my apartment,Talullah. I could give you ride home again today, yes? If… if that is okay with you?”

“Is there a reason you’re holding my personal effects hostage?”

“You mean other than steal your identity and drain bank accounts?”

“Could it be to… lure me into your apartment?” Trixie teased, nerves still latent in the fresh sweat on the back of her neck.

“No, never,” Katya looked over her shoulder suggestively, “that would be inappropriate.”

“Oh, and you driving me home everyday, isn’t?”

“Is it my fault your ass is drawn to Barb’s seat like magnet? The sexual tension between you two transcends my ability to intervene,Tracy. Plus, that would be catastrophic wrongdoing to the heavens, and I cannot have that cosmic blood on my hands!”

“And you say I’m the dork?” Trixie threw, playfully.

“Do you always follow questions with more questions?”

“Do I?”

—

Trixie eyed Katya’s hand resting over the center console, and had to fight with every ounce of her being to avoid it’s imminent pull on her fingers. She could feel herself falling harder and harder into Katya’s temptation by the day, but it was more than just her body that had Trixie on edge. Her laugh, her scent, the silhouette of her face as it flickered into view in the light of the moving car. Katya, catching Trixie’s eyes on her, adjusted her glasses, sneaking a peak in her direction.

Her phone again, 7 missed calls. She turned it off.

“Wait a minute…” Trixie said, turning to look behind her as she slid off her cardigan and threw it in the back seat, “are you, are you getting on the bridge?”

“Yes… why?”

“You mean to tell me that you live across the bridge? You said my house was on your way?”

“Well, it is…”

“Katya, my house is twenty minutes in the other direction!”

“Oh, is it?” Katya’s cheeks lit up, as bright red as her lips, “I had not noticed…”

Trixie and Katya both fell into laughter, their shoulders bouncing up and down with the movement of the car. It was an old car, and quite weathered, but bounced sturdily over the potholes that Katya felt unnecessary to avoid. Trixie traced the ribboned edge of the leather trimmed seat with a shaky index finger, the tip of her nail falling into shallow cuts and cracks. Their laughter faded slowly into soft blushing, and Trixie again fought the urge to let her hand drift over to Katya’s.

Everything had happened so fast, so suddenly, quite like an illness, ravishing parts of her body she had forgotten existed. She couldn’t tell what the pull was, or where it had stemmed from, the feeling was near indescribable; but there was an aching need to be closer, to speak sweeter. Not only to touch, but to listen, to brave the inner workings of what blossomed between them.

Katya pulled her car off of the main highway with a sharp turn of the steering wheel, and slipped down a side street, which wound haphazardly around a large grouping of pine trees. The road crescendoed into a more residential setting, and while they were far apart, small houses began popping up in between the grassy clearings. They slowed a bit then, and Katya indicated a left turn toward a rocky driveway.

“Well, this is me!” Katya said, pulling in sharply.

“It’s beautiful…”

“Please say you’ll come in? Just a… few minutes? Maybe we could have that coffee you suggested other day?”

Trixie bit her lip, swallowing a lump in her throat. She felt suddenly nervous.

“I’d like that.”

Katya’s car puttered to a stop, resting before a big blue house covered in swathes of creeping ivy. Thin, spindly vines of dormant trumpet-creepers clung to the tall wooden fence, overgrown and dangling. And as they hopped out of the car and began down the graveled pathway, Trixie had to duck to escape them tangling in her hair. Katya stopped just before the door, and turned to face Trixie, pulling a few dried leaves from Trixie’s curls. And the two of them laughed as they pictured them like tiny stowaway passengers, just trying to hitch a ride.

It was a large house, but divided down the middle, allowing for two completely separate, but adjoined apartments. The back door opened into a living room, eclectic and lush, sprawling with potted plants and indoor ivy that swirled around the moulding and window fixtures. Many of the plants looked unkempt, untended, as they lay yellowed and dried. Stacks of paper and clutter lined the table tops, while empty test tubes and beakers were strewn about the apartment, reeking of chemicals, crusted over at the tops.

Katya scrambled to clear the kitchen table and pulled out a chair for Trixie, before dashing frantically around the room, picking up laundry and scattered papers from the floor. Sunlight streamed in through the curtains, their patterns bright and clashing. And nothing matched, nothing at all, not even the kitchen chairs; but everything fit. Some kind of balance settled in the room, some mismatched dissonance, steeped in harmony. And Trixie smiled at how intrinsically fitting it all was, how much of Katya shined in through those curtains; how she could hear Katya’s words spoken through the art on the walls.

Katya, looking proud, slammed Trixie’s purse down on the table and sat before her, her elbows resting on her knees with her chin propped up on her hands.

“See! I told you I would find it, there’s a method to this madness!”

Trixie reached for the purse and opened it.

“There was a twenty dollar bill in here…”

Katya looked startled, the blood draining from her face.

“I- I would never… I mean… I didn’t se-”

“Don’t sweat, I’m just fucking with you, this bitch is broke!”

“Well, if there is one thing I am always, it is sweaty,” Katya teased.

Trixie leaned across the table to peer into the bedroom that sat just passed the entryway of the kitchen. No sheets, no pillow cases, just a mattress on the floor, a tangled mess of blankets and laundry. She smiled to herself, her eyelids fluttering closed.

They sipped bitter black coffee, which Katya had poured directly from the pot into two tall beer steins, steam fogging the thick glass. Katya sprinkled heavy spoonfuls of cinnamon over the top of hers, and dropped in two buds of clove, watching as their tiny heads bobbed to the surface.

“Don’t you have any mugs?” Trixie asked.

“Are these not mugs?” Katya replied.

They went on that way for a while, tucked behind Katya’s tiny kitchen table, cup after cup of coffee so sour, Trixie had to choke most of it down; but she’d do anything if it meant she could spend another second in Katya’s thoughts. She’d drink it straight and scorching if it meant she could stay, staring at the bits of cinnamon that clung to Katya’s upper lip. She thought about sucking them off, how sharply they’d play across her tongue, how Katya’s lips would swell from the pressure.

A certain familiarity snuck in between them, heart and laughter weaving through their musings, like a soft braid of intimacy. And Trixie, as closed and guarded as they come, felt herself unraveling, saying things she never thought she’d say to another human, things even Kim didn’t know. Everything threaded out of her with such unexpected ease; and in that moment, alone but together in Katya’s tiny kitchen, the very essence of what they were had grown, strong and tall like the mammoth sunflowers of Trixie’s childhood.

And hours later, well into the night, they were still sitting, but had moved. Their backs were propped against the yellowed wallpaper, while their bottoms pressed into the cool wood of Katya’s kitchen floor. They nibbled on Ritz cracker sandwiches, sticky with strawberry preserves and peanut butter, and fallen crumbs speckled the dark blanket thrown over their legs; the blanket Katya had fetched after Trixie complained about leaving her cardigan in the car. Trixie shifted her weight, and the side of her thigh brushed against Katya’s, but instead of retreating, she left it there; like a despairing sign, scribbled in hope and fear that read, I am here, I am with you, please don’t pull away. And much to Trixie’s surprise, she didn’t.

Warmth radiated from the apex of Katya’s thigh, and as comfort seeped into the pores of her skin, Trixie relaxed against Katya’s frame, allowing her head to rest on Katya’s shoulder. And Katya didn’t resist, but instead, melted into her. An act that without arms, wrapped around Trixie, holding on tight. A measure that without speech, expressed the very meaning of human compassion, and put her weary mind at ease. The tall windows along the kitchen walls were frostbitten at the corners, and a small chill leaked in through the glass; but still, like Dorothy, fading into the field of poppies, they floated away together, lost in that delicious dream space. And sleep slowly took them. First Trixie, and then Katya, their gentle breathing almost inaudible over the whirr of the radiator.

Trixie awoke hours later to Katya’s face close to hers, her clammy hands cupped around Trixie’s cheeks, pulling her in. Katya’s eyes were hazy, softened by sleep, her warm smile breathtaking in the light. And for a moment, as the sun slowly rose through the blue of dawn, it seemed as though Katya might kiss her.

“We have to get you home, Tallulah, roommates must be worried about you.”

Trixie sighed, faltering under the absence of Katya’s touch as she removed her hands, and she tried opening her mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words

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