#i went and healed up and he was happy as a clam. oh my god.

[trainingdummyrabbit]

oh my god i think he was upset someone on the team fainted earlier im going to cry

i cannot be allowed to play hgss anymore man im out here tearfully opening up google "why is my pokemon mad at me :((("

[neon-wisp0831]

Healing broken hearts: continued

Chapter four: when I see you again

(This is more on Tai's point of view, figured I'd switch things up a bit)

Tired... Sad... Empty... No amount of words could really explain how I feel these days.. Just really numb... And alone...

I really messed up it doesn't get any worse than what I did... I can't even bring myself to look in the mirror anymore..

Worthless... Pathetic... Idiotic.. Stupid!

Everything that is happened is all because of me...

I was supposed to be a hero.. To be something good to the world... To Y/N ... But no... All I did was ruin them, I ruined what we had, there's no excuse no matter how I look at it..

A soft mew broke the large man out of his thoughts, looking down at his feet from his perch from the couch, he noticed his new acquaintance, a little Kurilian bobtail kitten he had got recently to keep himself company, he picked up the small little guy, giving him a few gentle strokes to his back before lifting him up to give him a small kiss "Hey buddy..." He spoke to the little one, getting up to head to the kitchen, knowing what that cute little mew meant, he looked through one of the cabinets of his home, having it stocked just for his new little house mate.

"There you go.." He set a plate of food, just enough to satisfy the little one's hunger, down onto the kitchen floor, watching with a smile as he ate, but his attention was then caught at the sound of the doorbell to his home, walking over to open the door, he heard two familiar voices on the other side, his smile grew at the sound of his boys, grabbing at the doorknob opening up his home, ready to greet his interns.

He wasn't prepared for this this however...

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My whole body froze when I saw them, the fact they were even here shook me to my core, and it felt as though a hard punch had been waiting for me on the other side, directed towards my heart.

It felt like I was seeing them for the very first time... Like how I did when we first met... How I wanted to see them again... How happy I was when they were finally with me..

And how much I loved them so dearly all this time..

"Tai.." They spoke first, I could see it in their eyes, how hurt they are just looking at me..

That feeling in my chest was starting to be more unbearable by the second, tears were starting to spill from my eyes, it was starting to feel like my office breakdown all over again

"Y/N.. I-" I hardly got a word out before they were already attaching themselves to me, sobs muffled against my body, gripping tight on my tank top as they cried, it was a major relief feeling their arms around me again, so much so that I couldn't resist hugging them back just as tight, the ache in my chest slowly subduing to less pain until all I could really feel was the shaking form of the one person who was able to heal the pain I had felt all this time.

"I'm so sorry Y/N...I'm... I'm sorry I put us into this mess.." Looking up I saw Kirishima and Tamaki, giving a small smile, I beckoned them over to join the hug, they did, eagerly, it was a nice a moment, a moment I'd cherish for as long as I'll live.. Just me, my two boys..

And the person I love most..

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"Here.." You were given a cup of warm tea, giving your thanks to Tai, you soon turned your attention to the little one being entertained by the two older boys, Tamaki had manifested some vines from his fingers, having eaten a salad earlier while in the cafe, and was using them as a make-shift cat toy as Kirishima took video of the cute ordeal, watching the tiny feline swat and bite at the greens with absolute awe in his eyes

You gave a small smile at the sight, feeling Taishiro's figure sit next to you, his hand rubbing your shoulder and turning your attention to him, in his hand he held two of the sweets you had picked out for you all from the cafe, the smile grew as you took the offering, biting into the sweet treat, enjoying the amazing taste. For a shop that just opened up, the pastries were already to die for.

"Wow.. These are amazing Y/N! I might have to stop by during one my patrols" Tai spoke up seeming to enjoy the little gift you and the boys had brought him. You gave a soft laugh at that, leaning back against the couch as you stared at the hero

"Oh is that right? Well maybe I'll have some prepared for you when you do decide to stop by, because God knows it'll take us forever to prepare stuff for you right on the spot" You both shared a laugh at that sentence, before it slowly died down a bit, looking to the side, you both sighed softly, still unable to face each other properly.. The sounds of the boys playing with their new friend being the only noise at the moment

The silence was too much, and you decided to make a bold move by leaning against the man next to you, earning a small flinch from him before he eased into your touch a little bit, wrapping an arm around you, lightly rubbing your shoulder as he rested his head on yours, the feeling of being this close to him again, it was overwhelming, but you loved it, a smile coming to your face then a sigh while the sound of the TV turning on caught your attention, deciding it would be nice to just stay like this a little longer in his hold, you got comfortable on the couch while Kirishima and Tamaki had decided to join you both in watching the highlights of the best hero rescues and villain takedowns played by the afternoon talk show.

It was like that for most of the day, watching shows or movies, eating snacks, playing and thinking of names for the kitten, while talking about how how things are in life while trying to avoid.. Other subjects.

"So fellas how are things at UA? Is Eri doing ok?" Taishiro was the first to make conversation with the two boys over some takoyaki (of course) for lunch

"Oh yeah! She's doing great, check it out!" He mumbled pulling out his phone and flipping through something before landed on a photo and turning his screen to face the small group next to him.

Looking at the photo, Kirishima was looking down at the silver haired horned girl, who looked back up at him, both holding the same pose, fists together, toothy grins, showing off the manly stance with pride

You smiled at the sight, seeing the happy smiles, you couldn't have been happier yourself.

"That's adorable Kirishima, and very manly, you're starting to be more like a big brother figure" Taishiro mumbled, ruffling his hair a little earning a small chuckle from the young boy

"What about you Tamaki? Anything happened with you at UA?"

"Not really.. Things are.. Pretty well I guess.. I-i'm sorry I'm not that i-interesting to talk about.." He started to clam up a little, and you reached over to lightly rub his back "it's alright Tamaki, I don't have anything interesting to talk about either.." You reassured the shy boy, hearing a small chuckle coming from Tai until his phone ramg from his room, excusing himself from living room he headed towards his own, closing the door once he was inside.

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I was able to get to my phone in time before the ringing completely stopped, but due to the rush I didn't really have time to see who was calling, figuring it might have been an emergency of some kind.

"Hello?"

"Hi sweetness~"

That voice... I knew it well.. Too damn well..

"Y-yūwaku?! Why are you calling me now?!"

"Aww Tai.. Come on, can't check up on a friend?~"

Friend? Seriously?? After everything that been happening, all those texts, the flirting, everything that had led up to this, I was no better.. Giving into her that night... Thinking about it now, I feel so stupid, and helpless..

"So here's the thing.. It's been a couple of weeks and.. I was sorta wondering if you're free right now we could grab lunch together! Just the two of us? Maybe... Catch up again?~"

The very thought of the idea, made my heart ache, knowing where this going, I decided to just hang up, throwing my phone onto the bed before sitting down onto the floor, covering my face with both of my hands.

Yūwaku Yokubõ.. Her quirk: Desire... The quirk she was born with made her a temptress.. She gives off a luring aura, making her irresistible to anyone caught by it.

We had been friends since high school, but lost contact soon after.. And just when it seemed like we wouldn't have seen each other again, fate couldn't have done enough to me already..

My phone buzzed, and I turned to look at who was calling, it was her again, I grabbed my phone and declined the call, deciding it would be best to turn it off for now, I fixed up myself, stoning my shaken face with one of more calm and collected, not wanting to worry the boys or Y/N with my troubles.

All I had to do was not let it bother me

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You look over at the two exhausted boys, leaning against one another, eyes slowly closing to give into the temptation of sleep, and watching as the little kitten in Tamaki's arm didn't fail to follow right behind his older brothers

Hearing footsteps you looked up to see Taishiro coming back, taking notice of his now, three boys dozing off

"Well.. It is kinda late.. We should get these guys to bed.. I'll call their teachers and tell them they'll be staying with me.." He mumbled before scratching his head "um.. You uh.. Have their contacts?"

You seemed confused by that question, but answered honestly "Yeah why?"

"Oh my.. My phone died and I can't find my charger at the moment.." He explained as you handed over your phone, letting him use it to call up the school teachers

You turned your attention over towards the young ones, leaning over to brush some hair out of Tamaki's face. Watching a smile grace the shy boy's face

You saw Taishiro coming back from the kitchen, handing your mobile device back to you, with a small "thank you" Before he went over to take Tamaki into his arms, mindful of the tiny feline as he took him to the spare room, deciding to help him out you took Kirishima, following after him to settle the young hero into bed.

You came just in time as Tai was about to come out to get the boy, you both stopped in your tracks, startled by one other's sudden showing, laughimg a little before he took the hardening hero from your arms, settling him onto the spare bed near Tamaki's own, he turned his guest room into one meant for his boys when they stay over, able to get two separate beds for them both so they could sleep comfortably.

Taishiro leaned down to give Kirishima a small kiss to his forehead, smiling before getting up and turning towards you

"So.. I.. Guess you're heading back home then?" He asked, bringing you out of your thoughts

"Oh.. Oh! Right.. I.. I guess I should.." You mumbled looking down, rubbing the back of your neck, looking up at him with a small smile, which he returned

"Will.. Will I see you again?" He asked, rather hopefully at that.

You smiled at him before shaking your head, taking the chance to walk over to him, looking him in the eyes while placing both your hands on his shoulders, his arms came around your waist, pressing his forehead against your own

"You know it's hard to stay away from a great guy like you Taishiro... It's unfair really..."

"No... I was unfair... I was unfair to you.. You didn't deserve that Y/N... I was just.." He gave a small sigh before continuing "I just missed you.. I missed your company, I missed things with us... There's no excuse for what I put us through though... So.. I can't say I'm that great of a guy.."

"It happens Tai... It was in the past... I don't wanna think about that I..." Your arms moved to wrap around him, hiding your face into his chest, he didn't hesitate to hold you closer to him, nuzzling into your head

"I just wanna stay with you..."

"... Do you... Have to go?"

"I don't have work tomorrow.. So.. I guess not.."

"Then... Do you wanna stay?"

You looked up at him, looking into those golden eyes, unable to look away, they seemed to come closer, slowly closing as well as your own before you felt his lips press against your own in a soft kiss, one that didn't really last long, but left you breathless.. Hungry...

Wanting more...

He seemed to have read your mind, pressing his lips against yours in a much more deeper longer kiss, your arms moving back to wrap around his neck, he lifted you into his arms, walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him to leave the boys to rest, running your fingers through his hair as he took you to his room, only pulling away from you to allow much needed air into your lungs, soon enough he opened the door to his bedroom, setting you onto the large bed as he continued to steal away your breath with deep longing kisses, his hands trailing up your figure, sending a shudder through your spine,

You couldn't get enough, and you didn't want him to stop, but he unfortunately did to ask you once more

"Y/N...do you wanna stay with me?"

It didn't seem like he continue any further if you didn't give him an answer. And to be honest.. You already knew what you wanted to say, with or without his addicting affection.

"Yes tai.. There's no where else I'd rather be..." You leaned up to give him one more kiss to his nose

"Than here with you..."

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(So i finally got this chapter done! After what? I don't even remember- but this is by far probably my longest one yet- I'm so sorry for the wait everyone, I hope it was worth it I really tried with this chapter after leaving you guys with nothing, I hope enjoyed this one, chapter five may be the last one, but hey we'll see. Anyways, I've got a ton more ideas on the way, so definitely look forward to those in the future. Till next time though. See ya!)

[fallenrepublick]

Well, ok…I was going to not ask but since you asked us to…ask

What happened when Thrass came back in the Two Sides AU? Specifically, what happened between Thrass and Themis?

Take this wherever you please or ignore it if you would like but I am genuinely curious as to what transpired

Omg okay (I... did not expect legitimate interest in that au my god okay this is really exciting)

It was... a change, to say the least. Themis grew up fully knowing Thrass, or rather, the idea of him. You wouldn’t let your baby girl live her life unaware of her father or the legacy he carried, so while Thrawn took on a certain role-model figure for her, you made very, very clear where the differences lay.

“He was... so good...” you said often, a weakness in your voice as you held a photo of him to your chest, one you eventually handed to her when she was old enough to understand. “He... loved his family more than anything in the world, always did the right thing. He loved us, loved you...”

And Themis would frown, asking with genuine grief, as if he were only recently lost to her, “Then why did he leave?”

All you ever managed to say was, “He didn’t mean to.”

But as I’m sure you’re aware, such stories and memories can’t quite compare to someone who is there, especially to a child. It matters little how often you would take trips to find her father, who you promised her oh so often was still out there. For much of her growing years, her memories lay with Thrawn. Lessons, discussions, puzzles and most of all art, all constant presences in her head that she likely will never forget.

And yet he left all the same, frequent letters dwindling and finally stopping altogether. And in those years, she came to understand. A sudden silence, a desire to bring back someone who was never meant to be taken away. Mixed feelings swirled in her mind, a bitterness at being abandoned, fighting against her loss and vague hope that he might come back.

It’s a sudden return that Thrass makes, not altogether healed, but present enough that he’s conscious, that his stay in the hospital is less than it could have been. The worst was over, stray debris lodged in his body taken out, and he would, in time, be functional.

Themis was... skeptical. He looked... similar to the photo, but a touch paler, deep scabs that stretched up to his face distorted a bit of his features, an air of exhaustion that hung over him like a cloud and kept his eyelids low. what’s more... he is, after all, a stranger.

Her mind drifted back to Thrawn, though she felt a bit guilty about it. He is not Thrawn... he never will be. Thrawn had been there for her all her life, this man had not. And yet you sat at his side, your hands wrapped around his, pressing his knuckles to your lips, tears falling beside your smile. Despite his tired aura, he responds with much the same energy, every so often brushing your cheek or touching your hair. And there’s a bit of her that trusted him as she watched, the three of them together feeling right somehow.

But it wasn’t so easy. It never is. There was a disconnect for a time, months of strange interactions, where her instinct at being around someone unfamiliar caused her to clam up, to answer questions quietly or go find you instead of being around him. For both, it was disheartening. She wished he were something else, that he were more interesting, that he liked puzzles and art instead of books and pointless conversation. And he... well, he regretted everything.

There came days, though, when it seemed easier, when he would understand the way her mind worked, the imagination she had that went beyond solely analyzing art and finding the fastest way out of a maze. She created stories, ones she had kept to herself, but also ones he saw building in her head, the characters, the problems, the music, all of it. And they were the places she spent time in, the places she wished she lived in instead. He listened as she spoke, conceptualizing, imagining the way she would. No, it was not something he did. But it was something he understood. And no one else in her life, she realised, really listened the way he did.

She brought out her toy harp one day, and her toy piano another. Crudely pressing keys and plucking strings that every so often gave an unstable twang, she explained the “theme songs” that she thought of when certain things happened in her world. And Thrass’s hands fidgeted in his lap as he smiled. Her heart filled with pride at her years’ long work, and she held to her resolve to keep at it.

There will always be a degree of sadness when he looks at her, despite the fact that she’s grown more by now, having fully accepted him as her father, old enough to know that people can be different from each other. He missed her baby years, her time as a toddler. The teeth she lost, the first laughs and smiles, the languages she knows, the birthdays and every time her feet grew another shoe size. He works constantly to make up for it, even if he knows he never can.

But for now, she’s happy. Because you were right.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

The Fall 6

Harry Potter AU 

Pairings: Sirius Black x Reader 

Link to Chapter 5 

Rating Explicit- total smut

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“I’ll see you both at Christmas.”

Both Sirius and yourself waited until the door was shut before turning to each other. Sirius gave you an innocent smirk.

“He’s gone now.”

You nodded, knowing where this was going. It had been going this way since you had arrived at Grimmauld Place.

“Yes, he is.”

You said casually. Sirius flipped his messy curls over his shoulder before raising an eyebrow.

“There won’t be any interruptions.”

“My bed or yous?”

You asked, winking. Sirius reached out and threw you over his shoulder.

“Mine. Your bed is my bed now. Screw what Remus or anyone else thinks. I have been good far too long.”

Sirius felt bad for saying “screw Remus.” He still cared very much what Remus thought. Remus was the last best friend that Sirius had and the last thing that he wanted to do was lose that but at the moment he needed you too.

Meanwhile, you giggled as Sirius kicked the door open and closed with his foot.

“We haven’t done this in a while.”

Sirius dropped you on the bed before tugging at his belt.

“It has been more than a while! I’ve been good. Now no more pussyfooting around.”

You couldn’t disagree with that. Sirius had been good. Every time that the two of you were remotely close to making love; it always seemed to be the time that Harry was getting up.

The boy is going to know that the two of you are sleeping together.

You thought. Of course, he was going to know. Harry was a teenager. He knew what happened in relationships but that didn’t mean that he had to witness it. The last thing that you really wanted was for Harry to be aware of the real reason that Sirius and yourself kept sneaking off to get your fill of each other.

“Yes, no more pussyfooting around. Show me what you are made of.”

The snarky comment left your lips before you really thought about it. Sirius stopped unbuttoning his shirt and gazed down at you with wide eyes.

“What I’m made of, huh?”

The next thing you knew Sirius was on top of you. He held your hands over your head in one of his while his mouth attacked yours. The hungry kiss was exactly what the two of you needed. You gasped as he nipped your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Sirius let go enough to start balling your dress up over your hips.

“What I’m made of...you silly little girl.”

Silly little girl…

Your body trembled at those words. Sirius had always called you that to get under your skin. At first, it was a taunt to annoy you. When the two of you started sleeping together, it was a way to make you get wet (and boy did it work).

“Sirius…”

You whimpered his name as his right hand cupped your mound.

“Sorry princess, you aren’t getting that so quickly. You have a long night ahead of you. I have years worth of lovemaking to make up for.”

You swallowed as he kissed a path down your cheek to your neck. As if on cue, you automatically turned your neck to the side and granted him access to the tender flesh.

He’s about to mark me up.

The thought was almost too delicious to think. Sirius was beyond talented at leaving lovebites in the most perfect places. Part of you wondered if it was to antagonize Remus; who clearly was concerned about the relationship forming again. If you walked downstairs the next morning with lovebites all over your neck there would be no guessing in Remus’ mind as to what was going on.

Fuck it, I don’t care. I need this too…

You thought as Sirius teeth locked onto your neck.

“Oh, Merlin!”

You whimpered as Sirius began to suck harshly at your neck. Closing your eyes, you let your hand ghost up Sirius’ back before locking his hair. You twirled a few curls around your finger, earning a growl from your lover.

“Playing dirty, are we?”

He asked, still nestled against your neck. You giggled, knowing that messing with his hair was the easiest way to turn the man into a horny desperate mess. There had been many days when, as teens at school, the two of you would be studying with James and Remus. You would twirl your fingers in Sirius’ hair a few times. He would shut whatever book that he was holding and carry you off to his bed. Sirius didn’t give a good god damn what James and Remus were thinking. All that he knew was you had pushed his “fuck me” button and had a job to do.

You knew James didn’t care. After the initial shock of his best friend and twin dating wore off, James Potter was happy as a clam. Sirius was finally worrying about “quality, not quantity” and you were with a guy that James knew VERY well.

“I have missed doing that”

You said with a smile as Sirius sat up enough to tug your dress over your head. He leaned back on his heels to look down at your body. Perfect. Nothing had changed to Sirius’ delight. You looked almost as you did the last time that he had you in his bed. Maybe there were a few new scars, damn auror job. Scars could be lived with. Sirius could fix those.

“Sugar, you’re so perfect...so unbelievable gorgeous….so”

“Sirius, you are going off in the left field.”

You said with a smirk. Dark eyes rolled to yours before he gave you a small smile.

“You don’t understand how long...how many times I have dreamed of this exact moment. Making love to you again...the way I should have always touched you.”

The pain of loneliness washed over you like a tidal wave. All of those years that the two of you were robbed of. You couldn't help but think about how many nights you had laid in bed craving his touch. Vibrators only went so far. Sure, they could make you come but a toy wasn’t the man that you loved.

Love…

You smiled, realizing that you were totally comfortable in saying it now. You loved Sirius and if you had to spend the rest of your natural life keeping him safe from the ministry, the dementors, or whoever else threatened your happiness...you would. A mother fucker would die before your lover was taken from you again!

“Baby…”

The word barely left your words as you hurried out from underneath Sirius and wrapped your arms around his neck. You quickly kissed him again. This time the kiss was more romantic than any the two of you had shared so far. This kiss was like the ones that the two of you had as teens; desperate, longing, and filled with undying love.

Sirius was the first to pull away. He gave you a small smile before reaching behind you to unhook your bra.

“Now that was a kiss.”

Sirius said, softly

You quickly started undoing the rest of the buttons on Sirius’ shirt. All that you wanted at that moment was his skin on yours.

“Lay back, love.”

Sirius said as he gently pulled away enough to get out of his remaining clothes. Like Sirius, you were thankful that his body hadn’t changed much; just new scars that needed healing.

You didn’t make Sirius tell you twice before laying backward. Sirius parted your legs enough to nestle his torso between them. He sat up enough to press a kiss to the lovebite that he had left down to your collarbone then to your breasts.

“Best set of tits that I have ever seen.”

He said playfully, earning a scowl from you. There was the teenage boy that you remembered so well.

“I bet.”

You muttered. Sirius kept his eyes locked on yours as he leaned down to swipe your right nipple with his tongue. You pressed your lips together as the butterflies in your stomach began to swarm. Sirius smirked and went back to teasing your nipples until both were hard and throbbing from the attention.

“No smart mouth response now, I see.”

He said. You grinned, knowing where he wanted this to go.

“I can still be a smart mouth.”

Sirius scowled again. He had a feeling as to where this playful exchange was going to go. If Sirius played his card right, he was going to get that blowjob that he wanted so bad. Fuck, you could give one hell of a blowjob too. There had been too many times that the two of you were late for class due to hidden blowjobs in quiet empty classrooms.

“If you keep running that smart mouth, I may just have to put something in it to shut you up.”

You sat up enough and held your mouth open.

“Here it is, tease.”

Sirius was aching. Aching was putting things lightly. He hadn’t been this hard in ages and finally this time it wasn’t going to be his hand taking care of the problem. It was going to be your tight little unused, for a long time, pussy that only he had touched.

“Come here, then.”

Sirius said as his voice deepened. You sat up enough to push him back to reverse the rolls. Sirius’ eyes were wide as you took your place between his legs. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting that move.

“Sugar…”

“Hush.”

You snapped as you ran your hand over his length. Sirius groaned. Between looking into your innocent doe eyes and watching your hand stroke him; he wasn’t for sure what he wanted to look at more.

“You and that smart mouth again. Watching you tell Snape off was a huge turn on.”

You leaned down enough to suck the tip. Sirius’ head fell back into the mattress. God damn, had it really been 14 years since he had been touched? It was all catching up now!

“I do hope you plan on taking more than that.”

He moaned. You smirked up at Sirius, knowing that he was about to be putty in your capable little hands. Stretching your mouth, you took more and more of his length into your mouth. You had forgotten how thick he was. Swallowing, you remembered the first blow job that you had given him was a wet slobbering mess. A wet slobbering mess that left Sirius completely boggled as to where you learned how to touch a man like that.

“Y/n, love,”

Sirius was gasping your names as his fingers tightened in your hair. You began to lightly hum resulting in Sirius bucking his hips. That was the way to get him off quickly. Vibrations and sounds sent his cock becoming harder, if possible and left him chanting your name.

“Sweetheart, you gotta stop.”

Sirius quickly gasped before tugging back on your hair. He quickly pulled you back up to him for a panicked needy kiss.

“I’m not coming in your mouth.”

Sirius muttered in between kisses. His hand eased between your bodies and teased at your clit. You cried out rocking against his hand.

“Easy. I can’t just shove in like some inexperienced kid. You deserve foreplay.”

You closed your eyes as Sirius’ middle finger pressed down hard on your clit.

“That blowjob was foreplay. I want you.”

“Soon, smart mouth.

He teased. Sirius gently lay you back against the pillow that he had grabbed with his free hand. Your chest heaved with each manipulation of his hand. Sirius’ grey eyes watched mirthfully with each little mew or protest that you gave him.

“Remember that time that I fingered you in Potions.”

You nodded, frantically. How could you forget THAT?

Slughorn thought that you were losing your mind. Sirius, on the other hand, acted as though nothing was new. He sat with his face staring straight ahead as his fingers pumped and twisted inside of you. You were left almost panting and breathless as Sirius brought you to orgasm multiple times. He would stop the moment that your pussy began to clench around his fingers. It took all that you had not to moan or beg for him to take you out of class.

It also didn’t help that James and Remus were sitting right in front of the two of you. Both had turned and gazed at you with concerned expressions as you put your hand over your mouth or on your forehead. What they didn’t know was Sirius was being a ruthless shit. When he finally let you come, your face was locked on him while blushing feverishly.

“Ms. Potter and Mr. Black is there something that the two of you would like to share with the rest of the class?”

Sirius gave you that teasing smirk before looking back at Slughorn; who was annoyed that his best student was having some kind of emotional outburst.

“Sorry, professor. I don’t think Y/n is feeling very well today. Isn’t that right, love?”

“No pet names in my class.”

Slughorn snapped. Sirius nodded, apologetically.

“Sorry, sir.”

“Take her to the infirmary.”

Slughorn said with a sigh before going back to his lesson. Sirius, meanwhile, turned to you and suggestively licked his fingers.

“You taste lovely this morning, love. How about a visit to a broom closet?”

You smiled thinking about that memory

“You almost got me thrown out of the slug club.”

Sirius chuckled as he continued to tease at your clit.

“That fuck in the closet was worth it.”

You swallowed and pressed your head back further into the pillow. Any time that Sirius inside you was worth risking anything else for.

“Damn right, it was.”

You managed to get out as Sirius slipped his index and middle finger inside of you. The burning sensation was oh so delicious yet painful.

“Fuck, you’re tight again, love. This almost feels like the first time. Remember it, that night on the astronomy tower?”

You nodded, frantically.

“Our second date.”

You gasped. Sirius chuckled. He leaned down to tease at your clit with his tongue while continuing to pump and stretch you.

“Mhm.”

The vibrations of his voice sent your body into a tailspin. Sirius gave you a devilish little grin before licking and sucking at your clit hard and curling his fingers until you came apart.

“That was beautiful, sweetheart.”

He said, wiping his chin. You felt feverish as Sirius took his place over you.

“I gotta have you now. After watching you come like that...merlin.”

You held your hips up as Sirius slowly eased in inch by hard inch. He muttered a few curse words, trying to keep a grasp on reality.

“I forgot how big you were.”

You gasped, keeping your eyes closed as Sirius’ movements stopped. He remained motionless, almost afraid to move. The last thing that he wanted was to come from pushing in. Sure, he would be ready to go again in now time but he wanted that first time to be a rough, desperate, needy fuck. On the other hand, however, slow, deep, sensual lovemaking sounded great too.

“And I forgot how tight you are.”

The two of you remained motionless for a few moments before you pulled Sirius down into a kiss. Finally, his hips began to move. You sighed with delight. His thrusts were slow and deliberate. Sirius timed his thrusts with his tongue strokes. You held your hips up desperately.

“Fuck me, hard. Please.”

You whimpered, shamelessly. Sirius gave you a little eyebrow wiggle before slamming in hard. Both of you moaned from the impact and its after-effects.

“God damn.”

Sirius muttered before letting the sheer need to make love take over. With each impact, your eyes squeezed closed in ecstasy.

“Look at me, sugar. I want to see those eyes.”

You did as you were told but struggled. Sirius bit down on his lip. He quickly flipped the positions so you were on top; perfectly impaled on his length. Your head fell back as he told you to ride him hard. When your attempts to ride ended up being a bit more feeble than what he wanted, Sirius sat up enough to wrap and arm around your waist.

“Kiss me.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. Your lips were on his, kissing passionately as possible. Sirius used his arm to keep you moving at a feverish pace.

“I need to come.”

You whimpered. Sirius nodded.

“I’ve got you.”

He quickly returned you to the original position on your back. Sirius only paused a moment before he was slamming back inside of you. It took only a few cervix touching thrusts to have you screaming his name. You were so lost in the moment that it barely registered when you felt his warmth spread deep inside of you.

Neither of you moved for a moment. It was Sirius who was the first to pull away enough to pull you back into his arms for a long cuddle.

“I shut that smart mouth up.”

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On Helena: #1

Context: I am playing Helena in a Vampire, the Masquerade game. Setting is Boston, Necropolis, 2015. Helena is mortal, currently a ghoul to another player character (Klaxon). The player characters are Klaxon (Nosferatu), Elyas (Tremere), Keri (Gangrel), Garreth (Gangrel). Our DM is Gore. Some of this conversation will be edited out as I have done this to focus on Helena and her character.

Garreth OOC: -points to Helena- baby

Alex: Helena agreed, but is also aware Garreth is also baby, so it's like the same feeling you have for the baby sitter that's two years older than you are.

***

Gore: Garreth and Klaxon have to make it out alive as they went into it. But y'all split the party on me so I can't gaurantee that.

Alex: Helena will probably come rushing back. I don't think she will move in just due to how complex her plant/heat lamp set up is.

Gore: She could leave them with her plant dealer, Gus?

Alex: She could but it's like leaving your cat with your best friend. You trust them but that's your baby, and you will worry constantly.

***

Alex: She wouldn't cope well with Klaxon having monster sex- she heard something about him fucking a demon, and having also SEEN Necropolis...so she looks at her dorm and values the quiet.

Gore: He can't bring them topside, so Helena's safe.

Alex: I don't think she knows that.... but I do think she'd miss him then.Oh my god is she the mum friend? I think she is! "AT WHAT TIME DO YOU CALL THIS?? YOU DIDN'T TEXT ME I WAS WORRIED?". Either way, she's still on the fence about her dorm and I can't push her any which way.

***

Gore: Has she heard stories about how brutal U.S cops are?

Alex: No, she's pretty shut in. She came to America for study and books, so thats EXACTLY what she's doing.

Gore: She's not aware of the political climate of it?

Alex: No, she's one of those 'I don't read the news'

Gore: Aight

Alex: I never really thought about it but I guess she is autistic. The 'outside' world doesn't really interest her on a larger scale. She's more about tasks and interests. The only reason I'M not like that is because of my flavour of anxiety being worried that I'm not a good person. I think Helena's is more about just interacting with people and her routines. She DOES love the World and humanity, but she's much more of a fan of nature because she's always found it hard to connect with people. This doesn't mean she's NASTY, she's nice to everyone and wouldn't hurt a fly - she just simply doesn't understand things like racism/homophobia on an emotional level. Historically though, of course she does.

***

Gore: What happens if one of her friends gets hurt?

Alex: She's never had that problem before really. The best example so far is with Patrick (NPC)when she was like OH GOD OH NO. Her first thoughts were practical though "I have to find him and give him first aid or whatever I can do". She has her panic attacks but like when Klaxon had his she throws it out the window and focuses on what needs to be done. She wants to be useful, she wants to help if she's needed in a people situation. Those situations are rare though, she's always been in her own little world, her parents hoped she'd get better with this but she's managed so far.

***

Gore: What if (helping) gets her into more trouble?

Alex: Hm. I think she takes things as it comes. If she was an element, she would be Earth. She's not selfish, she weathers the storm as best she can. THAT attitude has got her into trouble though, as she's still learning to be like "I need sleep" and "I don't want this.

***

Gore: Sometimes the Earth gets shaken. Would she take a direct attack to defend one of her new friends or have one of them defend her?

Alex: Hm, she would take a hit. She is vaguely aware people usually need to defend her, and feels bad about it. She's still never really had friends though, so this is new...AND in her mind she can always patch them up - even if that isn't strictly true.

***

Gore: How far can she go w/o realising she needs to patch herself up?

Alex: I mean she rushed out the door to help someone else at MIDNIGHT. For comparison, I would call the authorities and get some sleep since I would be useless sleep deprived. Helena doesn't even really put that as her first thought because she hasn't had anyone to really rely on (aside from her parents) so she feels like she has to do everything herself. She is Very respectful of authority figures but doesn't expect them to solve her problems, even with her parents, she realises in their old age she can't rely on them anymore. As a result, I think she'd go pretty far because she KNOWS the body and how it works. She will always think she can take a little more, but in reality she can't predict the impact and just how hard the next hit will be.

***

Gore: So if her legs are gone, she would still crawl to others to heal them?

Alex: Oh yeah, if she can move and has bandages. If not, she would at least move to be with them. Helena would be happy to go and then come straight back if Klaxon told her to and if she was given a use. Go there and come straight back we need to you to X for this thing.

***

Gore: You are a Brit in Boston in 2015 I gotta say that as well...

Alex: She's been fine at Uni

Gore: Up until now

Alex: It's only been a day for her, she doesn't get that yet. At Uni she does largely what she's told if given a clear reason.

Gore: Yeah but here's the thing about med school. It is highly competitive and people are always looking for excuses to flunk people out.

Alex: True. But she is VERY GOOD at what she does. I imagine that does annoy others but also it's hard to be mad at her because she's quiet about it as well as sweet, lovely and helpful to most people she meets. She knows her place with people in general, and it is at the bottom.

Gore: Some Boston people would say that you belong in the harbour with the tea

Alex: and she would clam up and walk on by.

***

Alex: Teachers like her because she's polite, studies hard and is VERY earnest in what she does. Helena making a mistake is rare, so when it happens, some shit is going down.

Gore: It sure will be

Alex: She's going to have to rush in and lie to teachers, she won't like that at ALL. Helena is a good girl but she ain't saying shit about Necropolis. She doesn't fully understand why, but she feels it in her heart to shut up.

Gore: Why?

Alex: Klaxon said they've (kindred) been around forever and have functioned this way. The heart doesn't know the lungs exist but functions anyway, yet NEEDS those lungs. She isn't loyal to humanity like that, her interest lies in medicine and they (kindred) don't seem malicious, from what she's seen.

***

Gore: Wouldn't it be a great medical advancement to study those undead and cryptids?

Alex: Yeah, but not on a huge scale. She knows about medicinal cruelty. How many have been mutilated or hurt in the name of study? With the world as it is now, no. Sure, an ideal world in Helena's mind would be all species working and living together but she KNOWS that isn't going to happen.So she will study by herself, and she's fine with that.

***

Gore: If embraced, would she study herself

Alex: Yeah, absolutely.

Gore: To what degree?

Alex: Not to like 'remove arm' degree, she would do it as needed. Like when they test new skincare on humans "I put this swatch on to see how it works". Blood samples, skin samples, bone study - she would see if she could get books on anatomy for surgery and healing.

***

Alex: The idea of studying forever appeals to her, but the passage of time scares her. She's not ready to be a vampire but she might be if she lost all her connections on the outside. I don't think it would be healthy for her though.

The joy of a mortal life is that you (hopefully) realise eventually that you have to self actualise or you WILL DIE and things will be WRONG.

Gore: What value is your own health when there's injured people?

Alex: Exactly. But I don't think she'd be her own person, she'd dedicate her life to a cause.

***

Alex: She's still developing as a person

Gore: You can develop as a kindred, it happens.

Alex: I think she thinks she might get there (being a kindred) but not at the drop of a hat.

Gore: Funny thing about death, you aren't always ready for it.

Alex: I know that, and she knows that a little. But Klaxon said she could choose, and she would like to. When it comes to big decisions I think she's slow and deliberate, like a plant. She really doesn't like change all that much.

***

Gore: You can't trust those Tremere, they can and will sell you out or use you for a ritual.

Alex: She won't see it like that, she is individual by individual. Like with her plants. HER Aloe Vera is not like any other aloe vera if you look on a deeper level, which she does.

***

Gore: She wanted to be a war medic right, has she done any internships at that level?

Alex: Not yet. She wanted to do her degree first for the skills, learn as much as she could by the boos because it's not something you can or should wing.

***

Gore: Would she squee if she met a moss or grass person?

Alex: Probably. Absolutely. Maybe quietly. She would probably love to learn to help them if they get sick. In retirement I can see her as being the best GP ever. The nurse that gives you breathing room if you have needle anxiety. The doctor that believes you and gives you a refferal. She is GOOD and I love her.

[swagreus]

Meat Cute

So @bluandorange made a post a while ago that I CANNOT FIND about Reaper being a Klyntar symbiote and we threw around ideas about it and now YOU GET 3000 words of it.

UNDER THE JUMP-- three relationship milestones between Reyes and the symbiote not yet named Reaper.  Morreyeson, pre-relationship Reyes/Reaper, implied Reyes/Reaper/Morrison

TW for medical setting, abuse of medical authority, government dehumanization, a little body horror, the SEP sucked a lot

(An introduction)

It's a day like any other in the SEP, which means it's a day of bullshit and nausea and unknown things shoved into his body.  

Gabe is fucking exhausted. They've been running them on treadmills for a few days, testing their response to the last round of shots, and the science wonks are making happy noises about how far above human baseline they are and it's still not enough. Not enough to take on the swarms pouring out of the omniums, not enough to survive long enough. And he knows it, but he's sick, his body's never where he left it, and he's so goddamn tired of being poked.  

Two labcoats-- new ones, that's never good-- come into the gym where Gabe is having a lift-and-bitch with Lawson and Morrison. All three of them clam up, Morrison's pretty pink mouth snapping shut around a profane assessment of program management.  Lawson sets down her absurdly large kettlebells, wipes stray hairs off her sweat-drenched brow, makes a show of re-tying her pony.

"We're just here for 24.  Candidates 76, 52, Carry on," says one of the labcoats-- young man, white, thin brown hair, mouthing the words like it's something he saw on a TV show. He used to learn their names, but they cycle too much now. It's not worth it. They never bother learning his name.

The three candidates share an unimpressed glance, just a flick of eyes meeting, brown -hazel - blue, wordlessly despairing together at the new desk jockeys that have given carte blanche to change their bodies from the inside out.

Gabe bends slowly, maintains eye contact, setting down the massive barbell, slowly, with so much control that the sound of the bar shifting inside the weight plates is louder than the sound of 300kg touching the floor.  

"That's my day shot. See you tonight, losers."

Two sarcastic, perfect salutes.  He can feel their worried gazes on him as he strides out of the gym. He doesn't think about it. Sometimes candidates don't come back.  Rodriguez washed out last round.  Stevens and McCullough went off for some kind of candidate trial and then a day later their numbers were scrubbed from their rooms. Nobody said anything.

"So, what did the wheel of injections land on today?" he asks, as he follows the new labcoats toward one of the procedure rooms-- oh, god, one of the airlocked ones, where they had that round of aerosolized stuff that almost killed Wallace.

"You're a special boy, Reyes," the older labcoat says, unphased by his irreverence.  "You're the only surviving candidate who passed the cross-matching."

Surviving. A chill goes through him. Not like he didn't know, but it's the first time anyone on the admin side's acknowledged it out loud.

"Cross matching. You-- that's for organ donation. Right?"

"Something like that," older labcoat says. He unlocks the door with a card-- not a palm scan, these two must be visiting experts and not part of the program proper. Not part of the plan that was laid out. Not part of the consent forms he signed, he knows that for damn sure.  

The government is just throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks now. And he and his fellow candidates? They're the wall.

Young labcoat gestures to the procedure room. "In and on the bed."

He glances down at his sweat-soaked gymwear. "No prep? No decontam?"

"Not necessary."

Whatever that means.  

His sense of outrage is exhausted. All the ethical lines were crossed a long time ago, whatever new fuckery they have for him today is just... it's just how he lives now.

Sometimes he wonders if he'll ever see the outside of this place.  

He goes inside. Lays down on the bed. Younger labcoat follows him in, slaps a couple of ekg pads onto him and clips a blood-ox monitor onto him, but that's all-- he retreats, leaves Gabe alone.  That's not-- usual. They've moved one of the remote surgery units in, but the only attachment on it right now is a dual-clamp arm holding a sealed capsule about the size of a coffee can.

They don't know what to look for, he thinks.

They don't think there's anything to do if he crashes, he thinks.

They're scraping the bottom of the barrel and whatever they found there is in that hazmat canister hogvering over him.

He can feel the pressure change as they seal the room-- he can feel so many things now. No windows, but they all know when it's raining now. Wallace and Morrison and Hu can hear silent alarms and security systems now.  The soft press of the sealed-in air is oppressive, bears down on his ear drums like deep water.

Older-labcoat's voice crackles across the intercom:

"We're introducing a liquid enhancement system to you. There'll be some discomfort, but if things go well, you'll be out of here in an hour."

"What's IN the liquid-"

The remote surgeon unit whirs to life and unceremoniously cracks the canister over his body, like the shittiest fried egg onto a pan, and black ooze splatters onto his gym clothes and over his arms and torso.

It's viscous, rippling with the fall, and it takes a second for Gabe to realize that it's moving slowly with more than just gravity. He thinks, horrified: slime molds crawling over concrete. He thinks of those creepy funguses that zombify ants. People use them as fitness boosters, don't they? Is that what this is? He slaps at it, tries to scrape it off, and it clings to his fingers.  He can feel panic rising.

"Don't move, 24. That stuff's worth more than you."

He doesn't ask if they're joking. They're not.

Here's the rub: there's a robot apocalypse happening outside. All of them know that. And they've all accepted that this is the price to pay for even the chance of stopping it: they let go of their autonomy, their dignity, their certainty. It's fucking inhumane and it's probably necessary.

The black slime inches over his gym-shirt, and when it moves on, the cotton is dry.  It slides a little easier over his skin, and he can feel it replacing his cold sweat, displacing or ... intaking it, he can feel it clinging, and then pressing, and then--

It's suffocating, his skin feels like it's suffocating, bloating, filling--

The ooze pools up eagerly, covers his neck, slides under his t-shirt, slides over his face, and his control breaks and he screams and it goes down his throat and into his skin--

Then it's gone, and for a second he's actually-- he hates himself for this-- he's actually afraid he's broken the government's expensive zombie fungus ooze.

He breathes in-- and it's fine. It's like nothing happened. It's okay. The horrible feeling of drowning is gone.

"So what should I --"

And then his legs kick out without his consent and one of the monitors starts to scream-- blood ox, has to be, because he's suddenly breathless, struggling to inhale as his body goes stiff and jerks (myoclonic seizure, literally means muscular jerking-)

His head slams against the stainless steel biobed and he's out.

He comes back up in a different room-- different smell, different ekg machine beeping into his ears. It's not sterile in here, it smells like a fucking locker room, and when he lifts his swimming head, looks around, he sees it's because there's more than half a dozen candidates holding down every patch of available floor. There's a hand in his, suddenly gripping tight-- Lawson. His bunkmate Wallace is asleep in a chair next to the bed, loud clatters as Chin and Morrison scramble to their feet, cards falling from their reaching hands. Johannsen bolts through the door, shouting out into the hallway, and more bodies poor into the little room. They swarm him, everyone laying hands on his arms, shoulders, chest, talking over each other worried-relieved-urgent.

"...what's with the sleepover? I miss midnight TV?" The energy in the room is unpleasant, thick with fear and some kind of unfamiliar celebration.

"You  didn't come back," Lawson said quietly. "They didn't-- they didn't say anything." She bites her bottom lip, snarling at herself for the moisture flooding her eyes.

"Like McCullough." Morrison says, his voice cracking in the middle, part raw emotion, part  chemicals that seem to be putting the farmboy through a second puberty. He's got a deathgrip on Gabe's bicep. "Like Stevens. Had to check every day your number was still on your bunk."  

"Then after five fucking days they just come in and say 'he's stable' and we could see you-"

"Fuck. Fuck."

"How the fuck are you, man?" Wallace asks, sleep-slurred, pushing his way through to grab some bed-side real estate.

"I'm-- I'm fine."

...he really is. He doesn't feel like he's been out for five days. He feels like he's just woken up from a nap.

"Hey, I'm fine."

"Of course you are, asshole," Morrison laughs, eyes as shiny as Lawson's and Wallace's and Chin's and he pushes himself up and lets all these angry queer soldiers hug him because they only have each other here and apparently he's survived five more days amidst the bullshit.

He never sees the two labcoats again. They don't tell him if the zombie slime failed or succeeded, they don't tell him anything, and once he manages to forget it he doesn't think about it again.

(An Acclimation) He doesn't think about it when a Bastion gets off a shot a second before he can disarm it, close range, and he sees bone and cauterized meat and a cartoon cross-section taken out of his left side. He's too busy killing it and then passing out.

When he wakes up, and his skin is burned but whole, and his ribs ache but aren't visible, don't end where they were vaporized, he thinks-- it must have been a hallucination. He and Morrison can heal, but not like that.  It didn't happen.

He doesn't think about it when he steps into a building and inhales and tastes (explosion) and throws himself back out the door like an asshole.

He struggles to explain what alarmed him to his support crew, but they trust him now, they clear the building and send in a remote-control bomb unit instead. It circles the room twice before it finds the well-sealed package of explosives, the leaked chemicals barely detectable even to the tuned sensors.

(But he knows. He tasted it in the air. He knew it was an accellerant.)

He doesn't tell them that.  He doesn't explain it; he doesn't explain things. He's a fucking war hero, he doesn't have to explain. It's nothing, Morrison can hear ultrasonic and he can taste accelerant in the parts-per-billion it's just SEP bullshit.

(Soon the rumors go around that he's psychic. He encourages that. Keeps people on their toes.)  

They win the war, but the world's still in danger, a house on bombed out foundations with opportunistic termites all through it.  He and Morrison are the last survivors of the SEP, and they give themselves one day to mourn before they confront the new impossible mission the UN's saddling them with.

They've saved each other's lives more often than they can count.  They're closer than brothers. Closer than lovers.  When he kisses Jack and Jack rumbles "Thank god, thought you never would" and drags him down on top of him, it's an anticlimax, it's just another piece of warforged machinery clicking into place.  

They love each other and if it feels like that makes him stronger, makes him faster, makes him healthier, well who the fuck knows about hormones. Not him. He hasn't had a t-shot in months. Their bright new Swiss doctor looks at his blood panel and informs him serious as a headache that his body chemistry his changed. He produces his own testosterone now.

"That's impossible," she says. "I know. I've tried everything."

"SEP bullshit," he says.

"...Was it worth it?" She touches the patch on her own arm.

"To stop the war. Not for this."  

There's a lingering hate in his head, and something echoes it sometimes, just this instinctual fear when he thinks about the program, the procedure room.  

But that's just common sense.

They walk into the UN and Jack Morrison bats his lashes and convinces an entire security counsel that what they always meant to do was put him in charge of the new 'Overwatch' project and oh as an afterthought there should be a spec-ops branch and Gabriel Reyes should run it.

The lack of argument as they bolt Jack over his head stings, boils resentment in his belly. Petras doesn't even put up a token argument, despite Gabe's war record, his seniority. They get everything they want, and it tastes a little like ashes. He wants something to wash it out and has no idea what, but there's this odd-- intrusive flash, like something from a dream, of the crunch of bone and a strange taste in his mouth that would satisfy.

"Of course they wanted me in charge," Jack says that night, sitting around a kitchen table with Gabe and his brand new SIC, an old friend from the war. "They think I'll listen to them."

"They think you'll look better on a poster," Ana says, so that Gabe doesn' thave to.

Jack nods grimly. He's a realist. He squeezes Gabe's hand, then lays his own on his chest.

"I'm nonthreatening BARBIE," he chirps, and despite himself, Gabe snorts.  

Ana gapes, because she wasn't there for the SEP and doesn't know about the angry farm-queer who lurks under that polish and that lantern jaw. It still occasionally surprises her when Jack has a personality. Gabe knows better, but he still loves it when Jack's bitchy side sneaks back out.

"I have such features as BEING WHITE and PROBABLY DUMB. I'm from a FARM. Math is hard!"

Ana puts her face in her hands.

"Shut up," Gabe snickers, propping his elbows on his knees, loving this shady idiot with his whole heart. His brain fills with a wash of home-together-safe that he can almost taste (he can taste accelerant) (he can smell fear) and the taste of ashes fades.

"You love it."

"Fuck you."

"You love me."

"God, Bloomington, I really do." He pulls Jack unprotesting into his lap and Ana rolls her eyes and quotes fraternization regs at them without conviction.

And for a while it's good.

It's hard, but they're managing. It's a complicated business, saving the world, they walk lines, they cross him, but they're making a difference, they're doing real good when the UN's back is turned, they hold each other at night and make quiet promises that they won't make the same mistakes as their predecessors, they won't abuse their power like those who came before, they will do this RIGHT...

They make new mistakes.

They stop new crises.

They step too heavy.

They save the world even as it lashes back against them, over and over.

They take risks, spread the umbrella wide, looking for oddities and oddballs who don't fit any of the profiles the UN wants them to consider. A little shithead from the newly reformed Deadlock gang; a terrified teenaged super-intelligent gorilla from the moon; a multiple amputee ninja; a woman displaced in time.

(An Awakening)

They hire a brilliant geneticist, a follower of the late Harold Winston's work. She and Doctor Winston's other ... successor... get along poorly. But they don't have to see much of one another. What biological research Winston-the-actual-fucking-gorilla gets up to, he does with Angela Ziegler and not Moira O'deorain.

Moira has an edge to her that Gabe responds to. Jack ... doesn't, but he takes Gabe's word that she's necessary.  He takes Gabe's word that a lot of things are necessary. They trust each other, they have to.  

"It's fascinating, what you are," she says one day, his medical records spilled out across her desk. She clucks at the old-fashioned paper copies from the SEP-- there's no digital record of any of it, and the paper is more black-highlighted redactions than anything else.

"...you could be more, I think."

"I'm done with people poking me," he says.

And then Talon takes over an entire town in Italy without anyone noticing, and Blackwatch is moving fast but not fast enough, and he tastes accelerant again but this time the explosives are already primed and three Blackwatch soldiers die screaming, and this time he goes to her.

"Do you know what they did to me?"

"No idea. It's fascinating," she says, the faint lilt in her voice making it sound almost gleeful. "But I've been having a look at your latest blood draw, and there's something to it. Something more to you. I want to start some... off the books research."

"...it'll be on my books," he says.

She smiles, and if it doesn't look reassuring, she's not the only one in Overwatch who's not an expert at social cues.

She tells him: There's something in him. Something she can't identify. Something alive.

"Don't look so alarmed," she says, arching a brow. "Humans are full of micro-organisms. Whole species of bacteria that live only in our guts. We're walking colonies. You, you just have something a bit extra."

And for the first time in decades, Gabriel thinks -- black ooze.

Tasting his own emotions. The constant bitterness of stress that's making the stress worse.

A hole, like a cartoon-cut out, in his side.

"...And."

"And!" Her mismatched eyes light up.  "It's operating at maybe a tenth of its potential. It was weakened, nearly killed-- like a vaccine-- but this isn't a pathogen, it's beneficial. It can be stronger. You can be stronger."

"This could go very wrong."

"Come now, I wouldn't just incubate this thing in you."

He doesn't say: the government didn't hesitate to do exactly that.

"I've learned how to suppress and contain it, if there's any untoward side effects." She tuts away his concern, and it's testament to how bizarre his life has been for how long that ... he accepts that.

In retrospect, foolish.  But he lets her start him on this cocktail of -- fungus food, he mentally calls it.

And she's right. God, she's right. He's stronger every day. He heals faster, his metabolism is more efficient, his reaction time halves and halves again.

He means to tell Jack, he really does.

But.

One night, one stolen half-hour in their shared quarters, Jack has Gabe's knees over his shoulders and his tongue deep in Gabe's ass. His poster-boy, his G.I. Barbie holding the world at bay with the sheer force of their shared bond and the skill of his tongue, and he loves, and he loves, and he loves--

And loving Jack has a taste, a sweet, satisfying taste that he can't get enough of.

And something unfurls in his mind.

/Awake/ it coos.

/Tastes good./

And blackness ripples under his skin and he freezes and shoves Jack back, fetching up against the wall, staring down at his own chest, grabbing only at familiar skin and unchanged musculature. No sign of the alien presence. Not even the echo of a voice.

"What's wrong?" Jack picks himself up from where Gabe threw him-- not just onto the floor but almost against the far wall, he didn't mean to.

Gabe opens his mouth to tell him everything. Everything. The two strange labcoats. The impossible healing. The taste of accelerant, the taste of emotions. Moira.

He doesn't know how to say it. It sticks in his throat.

"It's-- nothing, I had a bad moment. S'fine."

"Okay," Jack says, eyes still worried but taking him at his word.

Jack takes his word that a lot of things are fine.

Gabe draws him back into his arms and kisses the worry off his face and pretends he can't taste fear, fear, fear.

[raindownforme]

The Gift of Life [part two]

Bakugo Katsuki x reader

Bakugo sat upright in the gurney, which was a bad idea as his back seemed to be on fire. A nurse gently guided him back into the pillows and handed him a glass of water.

“You’re going to be fine. The worst you’ll experience is some pain along your back and slight scarring, but that’s it. You’re clear tomorrow morning. You should thank the girl who saved you. I’m sure she’d be glad to know you’re alright gene she wakes up.”

The nurse began to walk away, but he cleared his throat and called out to her. “How long have we been here?”

The nurse smiled. “Just a day. She probably won’t wake up for a while, so take your time. I have a boy in the waiting area for you. Goes by Kirishima Eijirou. Would you like me to send him in?”

Bakugo slowly nodded and went back to staring at the ceiling. The door creaked open and shut quickly.

“Bakugo?”

“What shitty hair?”

“I need to tell you something. It’s about y/n.”

Bakugo glared at Kirishima. “What?

“W-when she used her quirk, she kinda went over the limit.”

“And?”

“Well, when she does she uses up herself. Its like she kinda stars to decay or something. Like when a flower dies-“

“Shut up shitty hair.” Kirishima clammed yo clenched his fists. “Tell me exactly what you mean. Now.”

“She used up part of her own life.” He nearly whispered. “She nearly killed herself saving you.”

The room went eerily quiet, save for the heart monitor and the natural hubbub of the hospital corridor. Bakugo cleared his throat and tried to talk from behind a choked sob. “W-where-“

“She’s in quarantine.” He interrupted. The doctors didn’t want to hurt her to much while she was healing. They didn’t know what could happen during th process and-“

The nurse came in and Kirishima stopped. “”I have a few more people who would like to talk to you.” She gestured to the small crowd of people behind her. “If you don’t mind.”

He didn’t get to answer. His mother pushed past the nurse and smacked his hand. “What were you thinking? Why the hell did you get in the way! You got shot for fuck’s sake!”

“The hell you yellin’ at me for ya old hag!”

“eXCUSE ME THE PATIENT-“

Katsuki’s father placed a gentle hand on the nurse’s shoulder. “Please don’t worry. I promise this is quite normal for us.”

He said a few more things before the nurse walked away. Katsuki looked back at his mother to see tears in her angry eyes. The other woman who had followed them cleared her throat and stepped to the side of the bed.

“I understand you both are Kirishima Eijiro and Bakugo Katsuki?”

“Yeah, and?” Bakugo felt he was almost at his limit.

“My name is Anaka. I’m y/n’s mom. You’re the boy my daughter rescued.” Though they came from a place of kindness, the words seeped into his skin and pricked at his veins like poison. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad it was you.”

“Excuse me?” Mitsuki turned her attention to the woman. “What exactly do you mean?”

“My daughter and your son have been friends for a while.” She began to explain. “Why, she used to come home and talk about you all the time. Even after you all moved into the dormitories she still told me about you. I would’ve thought you two were dating by now! But when I found out what happened, I’m glad it was you she saved.” She smiled at him and left. Bakugo fell back into the bed and closed his eyes. Limit: reached.

A yellow glow surrounded her still frame. Her chest rose and fell in even breathes. Bakugo clutched his red shirt in his callused fists. He had been discharged two days ago, but he had been waiting here every moment he could just to be there when she wakes up.

Bakugo looked at the nearest clock. It was almost five. In ten minutes, he would be asked to leave.

The heart monitor took up an irregular beat and he looked back at her. The yellow light had gone and he was now slowly waking up. She attempted clawed at the tube in her mouth as the heart monitor went crazy.

”NURSE! NURSE!” He looked around but no one was close enough. He threw open the door and ran to her side.

”y/n! y/n, it’s okay. It’s okay please stop oh my god NURSE! HURRY!”

Footsteps cane from the hallway and someone pushed him back. People surrounded her. He watched as they removed the tubes and the IV until someone pulled him out and shut the door.

“Visiting time is over, son. You best go home.”

Bakugo felt numb as he walked to the train. He felt numb as the cart swayed beneath his feet. He felt numb as slammed his bedroom door shut. He felt so numb.

The weekend came and went, with it finally Monday arrived.

Bakugo glared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Toothpaste dribbled from his lips to the toothbrush down into the sink. Small, purplish bags had begun to form under his crimson eyes, due to the stress of y/n’s unknown condition. The entire weekend he had spent just waiting. Waiting for her to get better. Waiting for the doctors to tell him something. Waiting to hear her say his name again. Waiting to be able to see her.

He had never felt so helpless.

He spit into the sink and went about with his daily routine. His phone buzzed from the table nearby, but he didn’t touch it. He grabbed his bag and slammed the door on his way out.

He groaned on his way done the stairs. His back began to ache from the stitching. The doctors had told him to take it “as easy as possible,” but like hell he was going to do that shit.

When he finally made it to the school, he was met by a small white animal in a suit. It turned to him and smiled.

“Ah! Young Bakugo. I needed to talk to you.”

He stopped. “Uh, What?”

The rodent gave him eerie smile. “I am principal Nezu. I need to talk to you about the recent events you have become involved in. Please, follow me.”

Bakugo trailed behind the small rodent man back to the dorms.

“You will stay here for the day. Not as punishment, but as a necessity. You’re class is only experimenting with the physicality’s of their quirks. Here is a pass to leave campus.” He handed over a laminated card. “And there will be someone for you here in roughly twenty minutes. Please don’t over do it. It would be a shame for you to leave or school due to paralysis.” The rat man left and Bakugo stared at the wall.

Someone coughed from behind him and he whipped around. Present mic was watching from an armchair. “Eraser head asked me to look out for you until she arrives.”

“She-?”

“Just, only use the microwave and play some video games. I don’t know, put on something more flattering than a half-assed school uniform.” Present mix walked out to the door, but stopped and turned back to Bakugo. He looked tired and stressed, as if Aizawa had transferred his soul to the other faculty like an infectious disease. “And be careful. Not everyone appreciates it when you’re always loud.”

Present mic walked away and Bakugo went towards the elevators. He punched the button to go up and waited. The building was surprisingly quiet.

He heard a sound from behind him and turned. A Roomba zipped over the carpet and into someone's room. He turned back to elevator and waited.

Bakugo twisted a stray thread from his tank top in his hands. The elevator hummed around him, setting him on edge. He still wasn’t sure wasn’t sure who or what was supposed to be there. He wasn’t even sure they would be there.

The machine dinged and the doors creaked open. Bakugo stepped out from the contraption and his eyes surveyed the area. Not one speck of dust out of place.

Katsuki walked over to the long brown couch and collapsed into the cushions. They smelled of a mix of sweat, orange soda, and brown sugar somehow. Katsuki righted himself and stared at the clock against the wall. The incessant ticking filled his mind. He growled and clutched one of the cousin cushions, burning a small black scorch into the backside of it.

Footsteps echoed on the hardwood floors and he whipped his head around to look. y/n stared back.

He felt his heart become solid. The natural sunlight seemed to give her an ethereal glow as the cool breeze gently played with the hem of her shirt. y/n dropped her head and closed her eyes.

“Look, Bakugo. I know what you’re going to say but I had to-“

“Katsuki.”

“Hm?” She looked up at him with confusion. Bakugo made his way to her side.

“Call me Katsuki. And no. You didn’t have to risk your life for me you fucking idiot-“

“Well I couldn’t just let you die-“

“Yes you could!” In a matter of seconds, such a gentle moment had turned into a raging argument. “The fucking doctors could’ve stitched me up all good and new but nOo, you just had to risk your fucking life and try to save me and almost kill yourself in the process huh? Who the FUCK would that have benefited?”

“The bullet hit your spinal cord. If it didn’t kill you, you would’ve been paralyzed from the waist down anyways!”

“SO?!”

“SO?! SO IS IT BAD THAT I’D RATHER YOU’D BE HAPPY TO BE ALIVE THAN DEAD OR WISHING YOU’D DIED?”

“I’D RATHER BE ALIVE IF YOU WERE HERE.”

“YEAH WELL SAME HERE DIPSHIT.” The room fell quiet as they stared at each other, panting. “I couldn’t let you die. I need you here, Katsuki.”

Bakugo threw his arms around her, almost tackling her to the ground. Cautiously, y/n placed her arms around him. “I need you too, idiot.” He finally met eyes with her. “I l-l... I lo-“

y/n hurriedly presses her lips to his. He pulled her closer, never wanting to lost the taste of her.

y/n pulled away for air. “Katsuki, I’m not going anywhere. I love you too.”

He pulled her close again. The room fell quiet (save the Roomba performing his deeds).