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👆this is me when i see ur art
HJKAKFKEKKAKEHFJK this lowkey jumpscared me XD, just me scrolling through my asks and BOO! SKELETON WITH BULGING EYES
on the other hand, this is me seeing all the lovely kind words about my art, it brings happy tears to my eyes. THANK YOU EVERYONE!!! I LOVE YOU ⋆⭒˚.⋆💙
#also guys ive already got a ton of awesome requests#keep em coming!#i ofc wont be able to get them all done#but i am tryna get most done. im very slow with each one because im taking my time and enjoying drawing these#if i rush then i wont be enjoying it as much and ill burn out quicker#and if i dont get to yours at this point in time#i will come back to them later#but thank you to everyone who has sent me a request!#ALSO ALMOST FORGOR#some requests i just dont get a clear picture in my head for. but dont take it to heart if i never get around to your request#i usually have a faint image in my head that i try to replicate#i still really appreciate the time you took to put in a request💙#yall should see my pen XD its literally being held together with tape#might go grab a new one on the weekend. ive been putting it off bc its really expensive to replace#its been taped up since last year XD
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Eyes
Mob! Dark! Druig X Reader
Summary: After a messy one night stand, a familiar face pops up again in your life.
A/N: So druig yh? 😏 i see yall. This my frist time writing for this mf so i hope you guys like it! Also this one shot has no spoilers or wtvr to the movie. So pls enjoy.
ONE / TWO /
ALSO PLS THIS HAS VIOLENCE SO IF UR SENSITIVE TO THAT PLS DONT READ.
Masterlist <3
Fun. A very diverse word. You loved to have fun, even if it was something out of your comfort zone you will still try to push yourself, even if it was little.
Yet this.
This was different.
You sat on the bed naked and confused looking the man next to you, too many things was rushing in your mind. Did you use a condom? who is this man? where are you? this why your stupid ass don't get drunk. Even though you could sit here for days and look at the fine man sleeping next to you, you felt something off and you didn't want to risk it. You put all your clothes back on and took your belongings. Or so you thought.
You quickly dashed out of the fancy looking apartment and got an uber straight home. Not giving a second look back of where you are, or who it was calling after you.
The ride back home, was worse the thoughts danced in your head. What if I'm pregnant? you face palmed. At least ill have a good looking baby. You couldn't remember much from last night but he stuck with you. His eyes. Lips. The way he spoke. Damn.
You got out the cab and went in your place, dropping everything in your room and going straight to shower.
A couple of weeks later..
You and your bsf sat on the bench eating your lunch.
"You sureeee you pregnant?" you gave her a dead look.
"I can always throw you down the stairs" you playfully slapped her on her shoulder.
"Yes I'm definitely sure I'm not pregnant. I'm just a moody bitch. Plus this lunch needs an extra hour. I'm not ready to go back to work and see our boss ugly face." Your bsf laughed.
"That I can agree with you." your bsf smile dropped and kept looking at you then behind you. You looked at her confused and looked back.
oh its him. you looked back calmly then realised. OH SHIT ITS HIM. You looked back with wide eyes He smirked at you and start walking towards your direction. You put your food away and stood up.
"Nice to see you again" his voice was smooth.
"Yeah it is, sorry for leaving you in the morning i had a few things to deal with."
"Yeah you should be sorry." Huh? his comment took you by surprise.
"Now lets go sweetheart we got a doctors appointment." He took hold of your arm and start to drag you along to his car. You tried to pull your hand away but he was too strong.
"Hey let me go, what the fuck." But by that time you he had already pushed you into the back car seat. You looked back at your bsf seeing her being towered by a couple of bodyguards.
"Don't worry your littler friend will be fine." You started banging on the windows and trying to open the door.
"whatever you are doing. It wont do shit." He took hold of your hand and face and made you look at him.
"Stop fucking messing about and be a good girl. We have an appointment to get to." You tried to moved.
"Who the fuck are you? You don't own me or some shit. You barely know who the fuck i am? You don't throw a random stranger in your car." You shouted back.
Next thing you know your facing down with a burning cheek.
"Don't raise your fucking voice at me." Tears started to form and you sat back up and moved yourself close to the car door not wanting to be near him and just faced the window.
His gaze stuck on you for a while, the smirk on his face giving you shivers.
The car ride was quiet to the hospital. You two didn't say anything till you met the doctor.
They was telling you who they was going to prepare you for the scan and accidently called you by a familiar surname. It wasn't yours. But his.
Where have I heard that surname from.
During the scan you kept looking down. Trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
"Seems like you two are having a baby!" Your head shot up and looked the scan. Still confused at how this doctor can see a baby. And looked back at Druig. His face was stoic. Nice.
The doctor left you both alone in the room.
"I'm not keeping it. We barely know each other. Its a night stand. Just forget about me" Druig started laughing.
"Imagine." You looked at him.
"Your cute but your also stupid. You left your ID back at mine, so I used to that to my advantage."
"That slap also didn't teach you very much. This isn't a yes or no situation babe. From now on you are under me, as the mother of my child you are going to stick by me. If you are a good girl then I might be easy on you. But from what its looking like right now... I don't think so babe." He dropped the scans on your lap
He stood up and walked towards the door.
"Its going to be fun knowing you y/n." He opened the door.
"and don't be an idiot trying to escape I have eyes everywhere."
He winked at you and left.
You looked back down at the scans.
Shit.
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A/N: CAN YOU BELIEVE I HAD TO EDIT THIS THREE TIMES CAUSE IT WOULDNT SAVE FFS YK.
Anyways if you guys liked this! please comment on what you would like to see me write next i’ll be making more. Not just for Druig but for other characters
like don’t get me wrong Ikaris sexy but when i saw Druig..
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Hi, uh, I was wondering if you could do a continuation of your most recent thing, the "Whumpee’s arms were bound behind their back, further than they should be able to go" one? Thanks! :))
Hello! Of course you can, I really enjoyed that one myself (They got masterlist here)
CW: held captive, cruelty restrained, gaging, mild force fed, creepy/kind of nice whumper
Whumpee whimpered through the gag, their arms wrenched behind them burning with agony. Every movement and shift only tore at their shoulders further as a muffled grunt escaped their throat.
How long had they been down here? Whumper said they would be back soon... As if on cue, the door creaked open as Whumpee huffed, quickly using their shoulder to dry their tears.
"Good morning!" Whumper chirped as Whumpee's eyes went wide.
No... No it couldn't be morning already, It couldn't! H-had it really been that long!?
Whumper belted a cruel laugh. "I'm just kidding! Jeez, you should see your face... Awww, have you been crying down here?" They cooed, noticing their red cheeks and glossy eyes.
Their hand went to cup their face as Whumpee huffed with an aggressive flinch, It seemed to make Whumper even more twistedly joyful.
"Oh come now, you're stuck here for as long as I choose, so I might as well have some fun with you, right? I brought you fried rice by the way. Hungry?" They held a neatly folded box, giving it a shake.
Whumpee tried not to make eye contact or look desperate, but they couldn’t help their eyes darting to the box every now and then.
“Yeah, I thought so.” They chuckled, tugging the gag from their lips.
“Please! Please ta-take the ropes o-” Whumper took advantage of their pleas to stuff rice into their mouth. Whumpee started coughing, but managed to choke it down.
“Wha- What is wrong wh-with you!?” They gagged. Whumper gave them a ‘I don’t know’ shrug as they offered another spoonful. They gave them a sad look, before reluctantly parting their lips for another bite. As much as they wanted to beg for their arms to be released, they were more starving than anything.
Whumper quickly went from cruel, to patient again as they slowly fed them.
“C-can... Can you please take the restraints off? Please?” Whumpee begged. Whumper swung their leg crossed, leaning back in their chair. “Would be an awful shame if you ran off.” They muttered.
“I won't! Please, I promise I wont! I can’t take this anymore!” Whumpee made the mistake of thrashing around too much as they felt their bones starting to separate. They quieted down with a whimper.
“That bad, huh?” Whumper cooed with a laugh. They circled them for a moment, looking them up and down, cowering in their knees, trembling with pain and fear.
“Five minutes.” Whumper sighed. Before Whumpee could say anything, a hand dug into their hair, wrenching their chin up. “But if you even twitch in a funny way, not only will I make this twice as worse, you won’t see me for a long, long time. Do you understand?” they hissed.
Whumpee flinched into a nod. The ropes binding their arms were cut away as they felt fresh blood finally rush through their veins. Whumpee instantly curled in on themselves, holding their numb arms to their chest as they hid their face between their knees, hiding the tears of relief.
Whumper slumped back down into their chair, checking their watch. They ignored the quiet muffled sobs trying to be hid from them.
“A lot of people are looking for you, you know?” Whumper smiled.
“What?”
“Yeah, the whole city is. Tearing the place apart, in fact. It’s fun to watch them go to the extremes while I walk past, knowing fully well where you are.” Whumper giggled. “Right here, in my basement.” They rasped in their ear.
There was silence between the two for a moment.
“So! You’re behaving so far. Keep it up and maybe I’ll let you pick dinner tomorrow.” They chuckled. Whumpee let out a shaky breath, staying in their submissive pose.
"How long are you going to keep me here?" They asked. Whumper didn't respond, they just stared blankly at their watch. "Why are you doing this? Why are you hurting me?"
"I'm not hurting you." They snapped.
"Yes.. You are." Whumpee mumbled sadly, turning their head away.
Whumper let out a sigh, "Your five minutes are up."
Whumpee bit their lip to hold back a sob as their arms were taken, ropes were wound around their arms. They waited for it to be pulled tight until they could feel muscles tearing, but it never happened. They blinked up with surprise when they were left some slack.
Whumper walked in front of them, holding out the knotted gag to their lips as Whumpee looked up at them pitifully. "Come on now, don't give me those eyes, let's get this over with."
"W-wait! Be-before do that... C-can we ha-have... pizza tomorrow?" They risked a glance as Whumper sighed, wrenching their jaw open and stuffing the gag in. When they turned to leave, before sealing the door they hesitated.
"Pizza sounds good." They shrugged.
The door was gently closed.
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Devourer (open ending)
TW: GORE, slight lime,
It was pouring. The wind was howling woefully while it quickly rushed trought the trembling leafs of the Wangshu Inn’s Foundation of a tree. Even the sound of the other travelers, stopping for the night, was drowned by the white noise that rang trough-out the halls of the Inn, creating a terribly uncomfortable sensation of chaos. Xiao hated these kind of nights where the inn was bustling more than usual, and the fact that his only remaining comrade from the war was near him did not comfort him either.
He felt restrained almost rigid at the heavy awkwardness that strangled the room for the past two hours. Neither him or Yanay said a single word since they first reunited and Xiao’s mind was near overheating while trying to think of something to say.
His attempts where rewarded with emptiness and that frustrated him. He hated feeling like a kid, palms almost sweaty because he could not communicate with the only being that experienced the same pain he did, the only being who also had to witness the same horrors of war and was unfortunate enough to live on to tell the story.
Truth be told, they didn’t end on the best terms. Xiao blamed Yanay for years for the cause of his comrades deaths and vice versa, only to realize later that the person to blame was the misleading messenger between them. Yanay didnt in fact given the wrong orders, the messenger did and Xiao in fact did not leave his friends to die because he ran off, he was just too late to help.
Every since the truth emerged the both of them felt uncomfortably awkward next to each other, stuck between feeling a need to apologize and not wanting to open the wound that the sorrowful memories left behind. How easy it would be if stolen glances could be an actual form of communication. Yanay hearts raced while looking at Xiao, she felt a painful voide eating away at her heart while she looked at the broken man, a small fragment of what he used to be, almost like a living memory of the past, a guardian cursed to carry and reopen his old wounds each time he looked around him. Every single fragment of Liyue was a breathing reminder of what happened upon its lands all those years ago.
Yanay managed to find herself a new purpose, or more like the purpose found her. Ningguan found the resentful and nugatory girl and could not help but see potential in her, a woman that only needed someone to open her eyes. Ningguan offered her a job and a promise of a new start, a painfully docile life, she promised she would never have to suffer again and so Yanay followed her. Ningguan’s helping hand helped Yanay wake up, but only by her own will did she only find herself again, patching up her still bleeding old wounds hoping that one day they would stop…but they still bleed to this day.
Thats the difference between Xiao and Yanay is that Xiao accepted it, came to terms with the brokenness his whole existence represents, he got accustomed to the horrible misey that chews and spits him out every time he breathes, so accustomed to it to the point he doesnt feel it anymore. Yanay on the other hand could not, her mind still whispers menacingly to her, each time her eyelids tremble shut, the terrifying truth she had to endure. And each time, she fights it, she refuses it wholeheartedly, her resistance only making everything burn even more and even deeper.
“Im going to sleep” Yanay whispered and Xiao heard it, looking away and only giving a hum as a response. He felt bad, truly, he wish he could speak to her more, to apologize, to tell her that he can be there- but his savage heart wont let him, his prode chaining his mouth shut so he could not get himself hurt more. He tried to justify his actions by saying things such as ‘she wouldn’t care anyway’; ‘it would not help her so whats the point?’ But Xiao forgot to consider how much Yanay cared for such small things, how much she cherished in the back of her rotting soul the fact that someone thought that she deserved an apology.
Yanay laid down, her back facing Xiao, afraid of letting him see her composure falling apart each second she was next to him. And so with one last heavy puff of air her eyes closed. Xiao soon followed laying as far away as possible from her.
Xiao was awoken by the sound of the sheets being tousled around and as he looked in Yanays direction he could only see her figure hunched over. “Why are you awake?” He said in a gruff voice, slight annoyance tainting his tone from being awoken this early in the night. What he saw next made him freeze up, his blood turned cold and eyes froze open. Yanay looked back at him with tears in her wide eyes “Take them away-“ she barely whispered, her voice trembling along with the hands that gripped her sides in a crushing strenght.
Xiao felt like his world crashed down onto him, his veins thinning as he looked the the now seemingly vulnerable woman in front of him. His whole idea of who Yanay is was completely ruined, hes never seen her like this. So fragile and so… brittle- It was almost like someone’s possessed her body.
“You can eat dreams, right? Please-“ the girl cut herself short, her eyes scanning him frantically. She knew she was asking for too much, she felt it so deep in her bones that they felt like they might snap-. “I know im asking for too much but please- take them! Devour them until theres not even a single one that escapes!” Her voice was getting more and more unstable, her gaze running over the room back and forth, avoiding his apparent burning gaze. He just stared for a second, it all felt unreal to him. His breathing got labored and heavy as he saw the marking scene before him. A warrior turned to a broken maiden, looking for a kind of alleviation that only he could bring her.
Yanay took his silence as a refusal, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she turned back to her hunched position. His gaze felt unbearably heavy on her back, almost quelling her to the point she felt minuscule. “Never mind- it was stupid of me to ask that. Please forget i ever said anything.” There it goes again, the voice Xiao was so accustomed to. He couldn’t help but feel a wave of disappointment wash over him.
Without rationality he reached out to her, his fingers grabbing onto her shoulder and turning her around a bit more harshly than what he meant.
Yanay jumped, her composure falling apart by his own hand. “Tell me what dreams im looking for..” his voice was awfully soft, so soft that it made a small electric string run up Yanay’s spine, a wave of ecstasy running over her body. But once the realization of what he really asked hit her, her eyes turned dark and cold. The kind of eyes Xiao used to have, so he immediately knew what he had to look for. “I will help you but-“ it was now his turn to look away in embarrassment, his face feeling way too scorching all of the sudden.
Yanay stared at him and thought of how she’s never looked at him in this kind of light before, he was absolutely breathtaking and innocent, not a shred of bad ill painted onto his face and so yet again she felt selfish for never trying to understand him- and now- here she is, asking him to do something that he most likely won’t enjoy. “Its gonna be a hell of a lot to take in, not only for you but me as well.” He continued and turned back to look at her. She almost gasped once her eyes met his, shes never seen them so close in order to see the true intensity they held. His gaze pierced trough her with such power that her breathy hitched. She only nodded. Xiao sighed, his fingers now trembling onto her skin knowing that whats about to come wont be able to be erased. Yanay’s perception of him was about to change even more.
“Turn around for me..” his voice was almost a whisper but still so moving that it made goosebumps rise on Yanay’s skin. She eagerly complied, her shoulders relaxing under his vexing touch. As she tuned around the sound around her began to fade, her attention fully concentrated onto Xiao. The next thing she felt was his chest pressed against her back, so tender yet so much pressure. She had to restrain herself from releasing a shuddered gasp once his body connected to hers. Her skin lit up, nerves trembling deliciously. Xiao felt it too, his eyes closing shut as he bit back a groan, his hands rose next to Yanays own hands, almost afraid of touching her thinking that shes gonna break. He was afraid that she’s gonna be repulsed by his touch but nonetheless he placed his hands in front of Yanay’s torso. “Grab onto one of my hands and relax into me.” He said again, his breath gently caressing Yanay’s ear shell.
Yanay’s lucidity began to dissolve, he was so close oh so close that if she turned around she could kiss him…to bad that will never be an option. After regaining a fracture of her rationality back, she complied to his words, her hand gripping one of his while she relaxed fully into him. His other hand gripped her jaw and moved it so that her face was right under his. Her eyes opened and looked at Xiao with such an irresistible innocence that he almost lost it. It was refreshing to see his comrade so complying and so sweetly vulnerable. Xiao leaned his head in, his lips barely above hers, so close that she could feel the heat coming from his face.
“Tell me when you if want me to stop..” he said against her lips before they met. Yanay’s heart felt like it was imploding, beating so hard and fast that it almost punched trough her ribcage but what came next took Yanay by surprise even more. Her limbs started to feel like putty, so soft and light. While her mind started to become intoxicated and slow, she wasn’t thinking of anything but Xiao and the overwhelmingly pleasurable feeling that started to spread inside her. It almost felt like and aphrodisiac, her body disconnecting from her mind, detaching so much that it almost felt like another person possessing her body. Xiao felt the affects too, his hand gripping Yanay’s jaw harder as he leaned his head in more, deepening the kiss, his tongue running hungrily over hers. While he knew that he was supposed to focus only on devouring Yanay’s horrible nightmares he couldn’t help but indulge in the sweet release that she was, a breath of fresh air. He wanted to claim her, to make her heal him with just her presence and maybe he could help her by erasing every parasitic nightmare that plagued her thoughts every night, but that wouldn’t be healthy and he knew it.
Yanay tried so hard to grip onto her lucidity but the more she tried the damned thing ran further and further away. Her flesh felt like smoldering cinder while her stomach felt like a void, it felt like feathers were running over her skin. She was so overwhelmed that she almost passed out from the electrifying feeling that he induced. Xiaos hand left hers and opted for her waist, digging his fingers in and dragging her torso impossibly closer to his. She was so delicious that it drove him mad, forget the damned nightmares he wanted to devour her. To rip her ignorant facade apart and watch her true face show itself from the ruins that he alone tore down.
His hunger was cut short when he finally reached the nightmares he was looking for and they were exactly as he expected. Corpses rotting on the muddy field while tired soldiers pushed on whith their last breath, people screaming and crying and the worst of all, the feeling of being helpless, powerless, the feeling of having to watch knowing you cant change a god damn thing.
He couldnt stand looking at the dreadfully realistic replicas of the past so he started tearing them down, devouring the from the most affecting ones to the lesser. He tore them down with each movemnt of his lips against hers and she couldnt have been more grateful. Suddenly his kisses turned from exhilarating to melting. His movements so soft and tender that Yanay felt like she was about to burst. She never realized how much she craved this feeling before and now- now she couldnt get enough of it, she was frightened that if he touched her like that one more time shed forever be bound to him, craving him each second of her existence. Her hand slowly moved to the nape of his neck, softly caressing his satin like hair.
Xiao couldnt do anything but melt under her gentle touch, his mind finally going at ease after all of these tormenting years he had to indure all alone. Afraid as if shed disappear from his desperate clutch, he held her closer, relishing into this intoxicatingly serene moment. Oh how he truly wished they could stay like this more…
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The Princess of Light Chapter 3: Falling In
1800 words. Angst, Romance, Fluff, Fairy Tales. For SoKai Week 2021, Day 3.
Summary: Princess Kairi is cursed to be without love when she is a baby. She grows up cold and without a heart to help her understand other people’s feelings, no matter how hard her parents try to help her. One day, however, she meets a mysterious prince from a faraway world, and he just might hold the key to breaking her curse.
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Now at last we come to the prince. He was from another world, one that was as hot as Princess Kairi was cold, with warm beaches and yellow sands and salty seas. Naturally he’d heard of Kairi’s condition, as that sort of thing is not something people can keep quiet about, but he had no plans to actually meet her.
He was on his way to another world, in fact, when his Gummi Ship ran into an asteroid and he had to make an emergency landing on Radiant Garden. As fate would have it, his ship crashed on land the royal family owned, though of course he didn’t know this at the time.
“Ouch,” he muttered, rubbing his head as the engine sputtered and moaned and various things that shouldn’t be creaking creaked. “That could’ve gone better.”
But at least he was alive and in one piece. He’d need help to repair his ship though. Stumbling out of the beaten-down vessel, he paused to take in his surroundings. The most delicious scent hit his nose, fragrant flowers and pines, and water bubbled in the distance. A full moon shone overhead, and scattered moonlight danced through the trees.
“This must be Radiant Garden,” he said as he trudged through the knee-high grass. “If I say I’m a lost traveler, someone around here oughta be able to help me.”
The prince followed the sound of the water till he reached a small stream, then took a drink to refresh himself.
“The water of this world really does seem magical,” he said as he scooped up another mouthful. It tasted delicious and soothed his parched throat. Cold and clean and refreshing. Just as he was about to scoop up some more to pour over his head, a noise in the distance stopped him. It sounded like a young lady crying out, and he ran towards her at once, as princes are wont to do.
When he made it out of the thicket, he spotted a pool of something shimmering and shining in the clearing. And in that pool was a young lady, and that young lady was Princess Kairi. She was laughing and giggling as she frolicked in the light, but of course the prince had no idea of this. Her laughter had no warmth to it, so he thought it sounded like cries for help instead.
“Oh my gosh, she must be burning up!” was the only thought in his mind, and he shouted, “Hang on, I’ll save you!”
He dove in and scooped her into his arms, and this time she really did shriek, though not for the reasons he thought. He staggered out of the light pool as she kicked and struggled, yelling, “Put me down, put me down!”
This he did, and she let out a loud “Hmph!” and smoothed her skirts. The grass beneath her feet was already turning icy away from the light, and she knew her skin would soon be “cold.” Of course it never felt cold to her, just normal, but this strange young man would no doubt have complained about its “coldness” if he’d touched her bare arms much longer. Especially if his hand turned to ice.
Now that she’d recovered from her surprise a little, she gave him a closer look. He was about her age, if she had to guess, and wearing clothes from some far-off world. They certainly weren’t the types of clothes people wore here on Radiant Garden. Too light and breezy for that. His spiky brown hair looked like he’d never taken a comb to it in his life, and his eyes were as blue as the sky.
“What on earth came over you, yanking me out of the light like that?” Princess Kairi scolded. “Don’t you know it’s the only place where I don’t turn everything my skin touches freezing cold?”
His eyes widened as he put two and two together. “So you’re the cursed princess.”
“Yes, yes,” she said, rather irritably. “I’m guessing you’ve heard of me wherever you’re from.” He wasn’t the first person she’d met who’d gawked at her, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“I have,” he said, “I just… had no idea you’d be this beautiful.”
The prince was already quite taken with the young lady before him. Her red hair reached her shoulders, and her violet eyes were lovely despite their iciness. Without the curse, the princess was naturally spirited and fiery, and perhaps the prince sensed that and saw what she could be if she still had her heart.
The princess hesitated despite herself. The prince did not seem put off by her manner; if anything, he seemed intrigued.
“My name’s Sora,” he said, then bowed politely. There was something about the warmth of his manner that intrigued her as well.
“Well, Prince Sora,” she replied, for she could tell by the way he carried himself he was a prince, “would you mind putting me back where I came from?”
“Oh, back in the light pool?”
She nodded. “Yes. I’m afraid that I turn anything that I touch cold, and there are some very nice flowers and grass around us that I don’t want to kill by stepping back in myself.”
Sora glanced at the ground, and the grass Princess Kairi was standing on had already withered and turned icy. Her feet were bare, and as such there was no clothing guarding her surroundings.
“Oh, sure,” he said. “I’d be happy to.”
“Just make sure you don’t touch my bare skin, or you’ll feel cold and get frostbite.”
Sora held up his hand. “No worries, I have gloves.”
He scooped her into his arms and noted that she was very cold indeed. But it didn’t matter all that much, for he climbed the little hill over the light pool and jumped in, plunging himself into its warmth along with Kairi. She was intrigued by this, for no one had ever jumped into the pool with her before. Sora had a big, caring heart, especially for someone his age. It provided the weight that she lacked in her heartless state, and that weight made for a much more exhilarating plunge than what she could ever achieve on her own. Soon they were swimming and laughing in the light pool together like old friends.
“Woah, this feels incredible,” Sora said, and he could see why the princess enjoyed it so much. He felt like he was bathing in liquid warmth, and that liquid warmth made him feel like he was floating. He’d heard about this pool before, but the stories didn’t do the reality justice.
“It does feel nice, doesn’t it?” Kairi agreed as she paddled around.
“Wanna fall in with me again?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye. For the moment they’d fallen in together, he’d experience another kind of falling as well, and pairing the two sensations, the adrenaline rush from jumping off the hill combined with the rush from holding this lovely young lady in his arms, was the most enticing prospect he could imagine.
“Sure,” Kairi agreed, and he grinned and scooped her up into his arms, carried her out of the pool, strolled back up the hill like she weighed nothing (for indeed without her heart she weighed less than most people her age), and jumped in the pool again as she shrieked with delight. This they repeated over and over again till Prince Sora was quite worn out. Then they just floated in the light pool, enjoying its restorative effects and how it was replenishing their energy bit by bit. They talked, too, about all sorts of things; their favorite books and stories, their favorite foods and the ones they couldn’t stand, how it felt to grow up as royalty.
Sora was much loved by the people of Destiny Islands, but the people of Radiant Garden rarely got to see or interact with Kairi because of her curse. He felt sorry for her, because how was she supposed to learn how to rule properly without getting to know her people? And setting aside all the ruling stuff, did she really have any friends her age? Or even a sweetheart? She hadn’t mentioned anyone, and Sora was quite eager to know if she’d be open to his advances.
“Well, it’s getting late,” she said, before he could ask. “I should be going home before my nurse or my parents start searching for me.”
“Please, may I escort you to the castle?” Sora asked.
“You’d better not. My father is very strict with me. I don’t care two cents about what other people say, but I’ve been scolded for not ‘acting like a princess’ before, and coming home with a strange young man at night isn’t very princess-like.”
She waded out of the light pool, leaving Sora feeling slightly deflated. He understood why her parents would balk at the thought of her coming home with a young man they’d never met, but he meant no ill.
“Can I see you tomorrow then?” he pleaded. He didn’t want to leave without the promise he’d get to see her again. Any chance to spend more time with her, to get to know her better, was one he wanted to take.
She paused, the light gently lapping at her bare feet. “If you’d like to come here again, sure. Falling in was fun. I’d like to do it again.”
He smiled. “Anytime.”
The princess felt a strange fluttering in her stomach that she chalked up to being hungry. That was her only frame of reference for such a feeling. None of her former suitors had lasted long enough to make it past her many barriers, and Sora had a smile that lit up his whole face and made his eyes look even more beautiful than they already were.
He reminded her of the special pool in a way. Yes, that must be it. He was sunny and warm and cheerful like the pool, so of course her stomach fluttered the way it did.
“Oh, Princess?” he asked as she put her shoes and socks on. Not the proper use of her title, but somehow, she didn’t mind.
“Yes?” she replied.
“Where’s a good place to stay for the night?”
Kairi gave her recommendation based on what her parents had told her before, and Sora thanked her politely.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he said as he waded out of the pool. With that they bid each other goodnight, and Sora felt that he was very lucky indeed to have crashed on Radiant Garden this evening. He watched to make sure she made it back to the castle okay, then returned to his Gummi Ship for a few more supplies before heading into the castle town.
Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
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A Walk in the Park
Morning, another dreary day ahead, usual routine, put my robe on, brush hair and put in ponytail, bit of makeup. Downstairs for something to eat and some coffee when i see it by the front door, a letter. Bit strange, i don't usually get letters but its addressed to me so why not check it out?
“Dear Emma, Our scouts saw you a few weeks ago and we believe you would be a perfect fit for our next event, you'll receive fair compensation for your time and equipment will be provided on arrival. we hope you accept.”
Looking over the letter again its as simple as its written, it even has a address, time and date, 5pm this Friday? well its not like im busy or anything, i was going to go to the movies with some friends but they bailed on me, and my account is getting rather empty.. sounds interesting.
“At least i now have something to DO in 3 days!” i chuckle to myself.
Sitting around the house with nothing to do, i think ill check out this address today while its broad daylight, its on the other side of town so i can walk through the park on the way and have some fresh air.
Sliding out of my robe i opt for a white shirt with black pants, always a good combo and some typical shoes for the park and walk. Busy today as usual as people rush in every direction on their way to wherever they are going, after a few brushes with clearly eager hands with 1 cupping my ass i manage to get to the park and take a breath, “pretty handsy today” i think to myself as i run my hand over my freshly groped ass. Another breath in and i continue away from the hands on crowd and move on.
Its quite impressive, iv walked past this building a few times before but this will be the first time i actually see the inside, its usually for high end events the kind of which id never enjoy, the high arches over the front door, the marble columns and statues lining the outside. what kind of job will it be anyway? im not good with food.
i shrug as i walk back through the park, longer route than i need but its a nice day to wander.
As i sit on a bench i can hear something i dont think iv ever expected to hear in a park, someone is moaning, quiet enough to not draw much attention but loud enough to hear if you get too close.. like me. Curiosity has me by the tits now as i turn to the bushes behind my chair and look around a large tree. Red hair swaying back and forth as right on the other side of the tree some girl is getting fucked, hard by her restricted moans, a red ballgag wedged tight in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes, the man wont see me if i stay behind the tree but with his eyes closed he couldn't see the girl his cock is ramming.
The girl has some small clamps on her nipples with her blue minidress pulled down under her breasts and pulled up over her hips, its nothing more than a loose corset right now, 6 inch heels padlocked to her feet and a collar locked around her neck. Rose red cheeks almost glowing with heat as her moans escape the gag, on closer look the man has his cock buried not in her pussy, its her ass he is stuffing, her pussy is vacant but there's something covering it that has a few wires running up her back leading to a purple remote.
My adrenaline skyrockets as the man starts looking around for observers but luckily looked away first so i leaned back around the tree and was not gone as far as they knew, my own cheeks red now after watching what's going on, my own pussy pulsing as arousal sets in, i slowly look around the tree and the man is gone, the redhead is still there, on all 4s and shaking in a euphoric bliss.
A hand, grasping my shoulder and neck, squeezing tight my surprise wasted on a sharp inhale rather than a scream for help, im spun around and his eyes are staring daggers into mine, normally i would be thrashing by now but the sheer surprise, this man who was just fucking the other girl places a wet hand over my mouth. fear over the cause for the wetness keeps my lips sealed as my eyes lock to his own. The remaining hand which had spun me around was already working on my pants, pushing under and into my long since wet panties, his large fingers pushing in without a moments hesitation as his knuckle grinds into my clit.
I orgasm, faster than iv ever cum before, what takes minutes for me with my vibrator took this man seconds with 2 large fingers, 2 large fingers which are now moving like pistons as im spun around yet again, my back to him as his hand that was over my mouth leaves his mark on my lips as my neck is grasped. led from behind to the other girl who is now sitting up, blindfold off and eyes gazing at me, my body under the command of another's forceful insistence.
The hand that had been massaging me close to another orgasm withdraws as he trails my own juices up under my shirt and pinches my nipple through my bra. The man commands and the girl responds by crawling up and begins to pull my pants down, white panties soaked and stuck to my pussy in full view to this woman as my pants are pulled down to my knees. A little giggle from the woman reveals shes removed her gag, handing it to the man who then lowers to the ground, my body falling after him, the woman crawling under my pants and looks up, face now between my legs as my panties are dragged aside by her thin fingers.
As i open my mouth to beg her not to continue i see a flash of red and my mouth widens in surprise, the gag the redhead was wearing, biting and drooling on was now buckled into my own mouth, biting instinctively against the situation the man begins pulling my shirt and bra up over my head. Im helpless and exposed, 1 arm from this man is holding both of mine behind my back and i cant beat his strength. His remaining hand cupping my breasts 1 at a time as his friend peals my panties off my pussy.
“She looks so tasty! how much can i have?” the redhead gleefully says like a child talking about chocolate.
“Till i say so” the man responds in a deep throaty voice.
Its all she needed to hear as her face sinks into my sex, her lips locking with my won and her nose presses against my clit, her tongue working my walls over and then sinking in for a better taste.
To say im the loudest moaner would be natural, of course iv never been gagged and eaten out by another woman before, her nose running back and forth as i cum right on her tongue which she slurped up with a desperation iv never seen on anyone before. the sounds of her moaning into my pussy sending shivers up my spine, why couldn't i just ignore the sounds?
Eyes shooting open at the thought, what if someone else is now watching me cum at the tongue of this woman with a gag in my mouth? ill be seen as the pervert here more than these 2! The hand that had been working my breasts moves again, this time to my gagged mouth, covering it easily he pinches my nose as well, i cant breathe! and this woman has doubled her effort, at this rate ill cum for a 3rd time in as many minutes!
Mind begging for air, brain screaming for it as my eyes fall on the mans face, his cold expression telling me that it wont end soon, muscles tensing as my pussy shakes with a tongue and fingers working hard, another orgasm slurped up by the hungry redhead and still the man holds tight, the woman now focussing on my throbbing clit which, till now has only been rubbed by her nose on occasion, hot lips tight at the base as her tongue caresses as she sucks hard.
a 4th orgasm tears through my body, iv never had 4 in a row, most iv had till now was 2 in a row. These 2 are pushing me and they don't care if i break! Air rushes in as the man releases my nose, waiting for the exhale he pinches again, the woman pressing fingers deep inside, my G-spot being massaged as my clit is sucked.
“Enough Cunt” the man says, loud enough to be heard by just us as the woman breaks away from my throbbing pussy, her handiwork was leading me to a 5th, release the man has taken away as the source of pleasure slides out from between my legs with her face glistening in my pleasure, a smile on her face and eyes on mine. the lights dim as im forced to pass out.. not here, with them.
“nooo..” i weakly say into the gag.
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Cold, wet, exhausted.. My eyes open and im alone, in a small, secluded alcove of bushes, no one would find her here but why am i here? im in another part of the park entirely! did they really move me while i was unconscious? at least my clothes are all back on, a bit forced, but with a noticeable difference.. my panties are gone, bra too.. my soaked pussy in my pants and rigid nipples rubbing against my shirt, its already chafing and i have barely moved!
“Home is.. that way” i think to myself as i shamble out of the bushes, my pants occasionally making contact with my hypersensitive pussy, my muscles jerk or twitch in response as it takes me 15 minutes to walk 3 minutes with me constantly looking over my shoulders, occasionally looking at others and becoming very aware of my nipples making their presence known to any who would look my way.
Safe, i think. Doors locked as i check the clock on the wall, iv been gone all day! how long was i out? did they do anything to me while i was unconscious? ill have to give my body a look in my room, walking up my stairs i look completely different compared to this morning, my neat hair in a ponytail? now a utter mess, my white shirt not missing a button and my nipples pressing through the thin fabric, my black pants now dirty and panties missing with a soaked pussy just underneath.
Stripping in my room i turn to my mirror, my breasts have bruises, my pussy burning red, clit still throbbing. looking at my soaked pussy my mind drifts back, i could have ran! i could have screamed! but i just watched and wanted and then joined them. was i really that needy? that pent up?
My hand already beating my mind to the punch as my fingers circle my clit, sitting on my bed i fall back as i work hard, my need burning again, harder than usual. My fingers clearly not up to the task i roll over to my bedside table, my toys will scratch this itch as usual, at least to release.
Why? WHY?! why did i enjoy what they did?! the man pinning me with 1 arm and the woman, that redhead, her mouth.. her lips, the skill and determination.. why did i love every second of her attention, rolling over, closing my legs, locking my vibrator against my clit it isnt enough! its always worked before,
“my favourite position and toy have never failed me before” i plead in my head as i curl into a ball as the vibrations stir me into a frenzy, memories of what happened still fresh in my mind, nipples pinched, clit sucked, pussy devoured.
“nnnngh! Cmmmm NNNNNNN” i grunt into my pillow!
why wont it work! i need to, i want to cum! why why whyyy! my mind racing with desire when a thought rose up. Moving my arms behind my back i grab my elbows with my hands and squeeze hard, i bite my pillow and moan as a colossal orgasm tears my pussy to pieces on its way out! the single largest orgasm iv ever had and my arms race to the vibrator and turn it off with tears in my eyes, i know what they did to me.. but what did they do to me?
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Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel
[Chapter 1 Link Here]
Summary:
Juno Steel and Peter Nureyev make a good team. But when a bank job goes horribly wrong, the injured pair are forced to lay low and hope the Carte Blanche can make it back to them in time.
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Chapter 2: Juno
“Ransom-” he called holding his stomach and stumbling after his partner. The man was hobbling along faster on one good leg than Juno was managing on two- something wasn’t right about that- He had no time to analyze as another shock gripped his core. “Ran-som-”
They made their way into an ally shaped space- It was hard to tell what it was with the way the walls were dancing. There was a glint of something fluid in the distance that could be water, or the shiny wrappers that kept Rita's salmon snacks from getting stale- something like a coin toss between the two- He couldn't decide, his body was dangerously close to calling it quits.
“Ransom- god dammit- I need a break!” he gasped, allowing some nearby shipping crates to do the honor of holding a lady up. Another spasm of pain had him bent double, sucking in great gulps of breath into his crappy, crappy lungs.
“We need to keep moving-” Nureyev hissed through gritted teeth “We can rest latter-”
“Just-a minute-” Juno found himself almost pleading. He was concentrating on breathing, concentrating on forcing the world to still- they could afford a moment surly. At the same time, he knew he was being needy, selfish- Nureyev could be at the rendezvous point already; Nureyev could be safe-
A resigned sigh issued from Nureyev “Fine- but only a minute love.” he turned, reaching up to cup his cheek. Juno found himself leaning into the touch, his hand was so cool against his skin, it felt nice. Then a thud followed by a hiss of pain, and Nureyev was clutching at his thigh.
“Christ Ransom- your leg-” Juno felt a sympathetic twinge as he pulled aside the hem of Nureyev’s coat to take a better look. He couldn’t see much before Nureyev withdrew but the hole in his paint leg was glistening in the faint light.
“Nothing that a good skin graft and laser treatment wont mend-” his voice taking on it’s usual musical cadence that Juno loved so much and a flash of teeth. Juno struggled to find the words until another wave of illness pulsed through. His legs shook as he curled around his stomach, groaning.
Just then, they received an incoming call.
“Pete, Juno, this is Buddy, report.”
“Captain-” Nureyev greeted smoothly enough. Juno was glad, he wasn’t sure if he had it in him to do a progress report. “We’ve downloaded most of the financial files and managed to escape the facility; however-” he took a steadying breath, trying to maintain his composure. “We are having some trouble dodging the security.”
Juno had a gnawing suspicion Nureyev wasn’t gonna mention it, so he blurted out “Ransom’s hurt.”
“A scratch.” Nureyev dismissed, kick starting Juno’s frustration.
“You were hit by a goddamned blaster sh- ahh-!” pain tore through, croshendowing with his emotions till his knees buckled. He only just caught on to the crates. His eye closed tightly once more as he focused on breathing. His expression twisting into a grimace as he fought to regain control.
Something was very, very wrong-
“Juno-” The bit of anxiety was back in Nureyev’s tone. He floundered for a moment until Buddy’s voice cut through.
“Pete’s hurt?”
Juno lifted his head, still not trusting himself to speak, but he was looking at Nureyev now, and he was looking back.
Nureyev puffed out a sigh “It will have to wait till we get to the ship, Captain.” it was truthful enough, Juno knew. There wasn’t anything they could really do about it now.
A calculating silence stretched between them “Think you can make it to the rendezvous location?” her tone was- strange- strained in all the wrong ways, but still held the classic Buddy Auranko confidence. A few months ago, Juno may not have noticed it at all.
Something was going on to be sure, but damn it, he trusted her. If they needed to know something, she'd tell them. She would-
“Yes- we should be able to Captain.” Nureyev was worrying at his bottom lip, as he did whenever he received troubling news. Juno should know, he’d been doing it more often as of late; worrying away till their kisses tasted like iron. “Is there something we need to know? Captain?”
“Hold up your end of the bargain and we’ll do the same Pete.” Juno perked up.
“A fair arrangement Captain.”
“Excellent, keep us apprised of your situation darlings. Buddy out.”
Nureyev's eyebrows shot up. “Well that was-”
“Odd.” Juno's head was spinning so that he had to close his eye and focus once more on breathing.
“I was going to say interesting- but the point still stands.”
Anxious, Buddy was anxious about something and didn’t want to let them in on it just yet- but what could possibly make her anxious at a time like this? He was about to pose the question to Nureyev when snatches of conversations drifted their way.
The guards had caught up. Nureyev shifted his weight, hissing at the movement. Juno gave his hand a squeeze.
“Juno-” he gasped, grasping back firmly. A few steps was all he could manage before his leg folded. Lurching forwards Juno just managed to catch him. Granted, the sick feeling returned with a vengeance. He pressed hard into Nureyev’s side, finding comfort in his familiar scent.
Tremors, long and cruel racked through his body so hard that Juno was certain his teeth would give away their position.
“This way” Nureyev led them down a dark street. Juno let him lead, trusting that whenever he took them would be better than what he could have come up with. His stomach lurched as he missed a step- wet worming it’s way into his boot. His eye flew open to find Nureyev leading them straight into the water.
Another drop made his lungs constrict as the cold water swallowed him up to the waist. They ventured still deeper into the murky flowage.
Nureyev let out a small sigh of relief, taking a moment to rest his head against the concrete of the bridge. No sooner had they settled into their spot than the guards had rendezvous of their own above them.
They were talking- Juno was sure they were but the rushing of the water drowned out their words. Impossible to hear anything over that racket. Another tremor had him, all the while the pain in his stomach kept building and building. Like small knives were shredding his insides into confetti. The current tugged at his coat- it was hard to stay up and the putrid smell of the river drowned out Nureyev’s calone; the scent from another world-
Lips, firm and cool pressed against his forehead. He realized he had a death grip around Nureyev; with effort he eased his hold.
Get a grip Steel- he tried to shake himself but all that did was make everything so much worse- Nureyev’s counting on you-he-
The pain doubled if possible, twisting-
A small moan escaped him, he all but doubled over, nose to the water, breaths coming in shallow and pained.
“Are you alright Love?” warm pressure at his back as Nureyev’s concern got the better of him.
“F-ffine- jus’- cramping up a bit. Didn’t expect to go swimming so soon after eat- ah!” pain, white hot and angrier than receiving a 450 volts from Rita’s self defense coffee maker. His legs gave out so that he was nearly fully submerged in the polluted waters; only prevented from doing so by Nureyev’s sure arms hauling him upright. He couldn't’ help the strangled cry as it tore it’s it’s way out of his throat.
“Juno!” for the first time in a long time, Nureyev sounded scared.
“I’m- fine!” he bit out “I’m fine- I’m-” he took a couple of deep breaths “I’m just- not feeling great-”. An understatement to be sure, but Nureyev would forgive him for that. After all, they had a lot to focus on right now without Juno getting in the way.
Mercifully, the knives in his stomach eased up. He glanced up and caught sight of the face he loved so much, outlined in the moonlight- under normal circumstances, he’d enjoy this more. Then again under normal circumstances, that mouth would be quirked up in a foxe’s grin instead of a hard line, brow smooth instead of pinched.
“Time to move detective.” his voice took on the playful professional tone Juno associated with Nureyev numbing. They slid to the far bank using the shadow of the bridge as cover. His body felt heavy in a way that had nothing to do with his waterlogged clothes.
Nureyev hissed, leg seizing in the shallows. Juno lurched forwards, lodging himself firmly under arm once more, grateful for the steadiness of Nureyev’s body against the dizzying dance of the world.
They hobbled from cover to cover before managing to work their way back to the tangle of urban housing units. The buildings here were varying mixes of tall with windows too close together.
His stomach royaled and sour saliva coated his tongue. He was going to be sick this time for certain. Of all the lousy times for him to have stomach trouble- Applying pressure to the affected area only made things worse.
“Ra-Ransm- I need- stop.”
“No time Detective, we can’t stay in the open like this.”
It was true, there were puddles of light everywhere here. Unlike the broken street lamps of Old Town. Too many places to been seen, exposed-
“I-” it was instant regret upon opening his mouth. He jerked away, making his own contribution to the grime on the street. Insides twisting and burning with the sheer force of it. Even when there was nothing left, the dry heaves were strong enough to put him in danger of choking on his throat.
“Juno!” there was a hand at his sodden back. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered that Nureyev was shaking almost as bad as he was.
He coughed his back to the world, willing his body to be done, for the hurt to stop- even for a small while. Just- stop-
Shouts- footsteps- Nureyev pulling at his arm urging him back onto his feet, pulling him into a run. And it hurt, dammit, it hurt so much.
But they couldn't escape- he couldn’t- So Juno did the only thing he was good at and pulled out his blaster; taking aim at the first shadowy figure he spotted. The shot went wide, he shook his head vision blurring- wide again. He cursed, forcing himself to line up the cross hairs faster this time, giving him less time to think and there! A connection! The flash of silver catching the guard square in the chest before they could squeeze off another shot.
Were they safe? Were there more? He succumbed to the ache at his core with a heartfelt groan. He was just so dizzy-
Wham
He was plowed over by a hulking figure, the wind knocked out of his lungs on impact. They had him pinned under muscular legs, using their height advantage to try and wrestle away his blaster. If he was a different lady, that may have been enough to separate him from the weapon. But he had a lifetime of being belligerent and disagreeable; like hell he was gonna let them have it, like hell.
He jammed his forearm up into their chest, trying to keep as much space between them as possible while he fought for control. He gasped, trying to wriggle free enough to get a knee or an elbow where it would hurt. He was losing-
There was a wet thunk and the guard gave a small gasp before going limp. Nureyev roughly shoved the guard off in Juno yanking the blade out of their back.
The scent blood filled his nostrils making the nausea return with vengeance.
"Are you hurt?” Nureyev asked, offering a hand.
“N-no- I- I don’t think so-” the words were badly slurred, the world spinning worse than before, so that it seemed to buck under him.
It was now Nureyev’s turn to brace Juno. His lips pulled into a grimace over sharp teeth. They stumbled forwards as if pulled by an invisible tether. He was dimly aware of the tinny gasps of pain from the man holding him up.
It couldn’t go on like this, it was too much. Juno remembered the family meeting and the pirate's promise they all made to one another. He’d hatted it then, vowing never to have to use it. But- if it meant giving Nureyev a chance-
“Babe-” Juno gasped, “you- you need ta leave me-”
Nureyev gave no response.
“I’m sslowing ya down-” he tried again.
More silence. The pain was once more coming on, threatening to overtake him.
“Ransom-”
“I will do no such thing- Detective.” he puffed.
“Y-you’ve done it- before.”
“These are hardly comparable situations.”
The old familiar frustration rose “I won’t be the reason you get-”
Nureyev cut him off “And we have almost arrived at our destination. Careful-” he tugged him into a doorway as two guards shot by, tenderly holding him in place. One guard was shouting something about the bay street and an ally check.
“You’re not- listening-” Juno rasped. He was dead weight here, why couldn’t Nureyev see that?
“”I’m not leaving you again Juno-” He turned, even in the dim light, he could make out those bright eyes. The conviction behind them was enough to make him leave. “Not if I can help it.”
“Nnn- Ransom-”
“Move now.” He pulled him into a shared hobble, their uneven tread skittering along the walls.
Juno pressed his face into Nureyev’s side, trusting him to lead the way. It was easy to allow himself to get sweeped up in the unsteady cadence besides him and the way their pounding feet beat a tattoo into his skull.
There was a rustle of fabric and metal on metal. Nureyev disentangled himself and Juno was standing alone; unmourned on undulating pavement. The throbbing of his stomach was building into a deafening crescendo.
“Nureyev-” he called softly carefully so as not to alarm him. “N-eyev- some- somethings s' wrong-” he stumbled, holding onto his stomach tighter than what would be recommended.
“Just a moment longer.” the words were punctuated by a resounding click and once more Nureyev’s arms were around him, guiding him inside the entrance swooshing closed behind.
“Nureyev-” his voice was soft now-pleading. It hurt so goddamn much “some-somethings wrong-” he gritted his teeth, quaking with the effort to remain upright.
“Juno?” soft- imploring- damn it he loved hearing him say his name “Juno! Hold on a moment!” scared- he was scared too- The next thing he knew he was being set back into something blush and soft. The way he sank into it, it had seen better days. That was mear background dressing to the kaleidoscope of color triggered by the position change.
A small whine escaped- he wasn’t proud of it, but whatever was happening was enough to make him sick, again.
He could hear Nureyev moving about, fabric shuffling, things scraping, synth materials clattering against hard stone and switches being flicked. He was securing the joint. Smart. Juno knew he should be helping. With an injury like that, Nureyev could really damage himself.
At least that was what he thought until he once more succumbed to dry heaves.
“There now love-” soft kind hands massaging circles into his back and soothing words pressed into his curls. It was strange how good Nureyev was at this, how he seemed to know exactly what Juno needed. They stayed like that for a while after the episode passed, shivering and leaning into one another. At long last Nureyev said “We should really do s-ssomething about those wet clothes.”
Juno gave a shaky laugh “Now’s hardly the t-time ta pull a move-”
“Very f-funny Detective”
Nureyev assisted him in shrugging out of his coat, the cold biting deeper into his bones once the layer was striped away.
“Damn it all, f-freezing here” he complained.
“Quite.” It faintly registered that Nureyev’s fingers were icy. This jogged a memory- blaster burns and shock. It was important to keep warm, blaster burns had a nasty habit of leaching away your body heat in the worst way. Nureyev ran cool at the best of times and their spontaneous dip couldn't have done him favors.
“Y-your leg.” That large glistening patch on Nureyev’s thigh- it had to be a hell of wound. He couldn’t see it now, Nureyev seemed to be going out of his way to keep it covered.
“I c-can see to it in a m-moment.” he dismissed, still fussing. A moment later he went stock still “Oh-”
“You gotta stay warm Ran- ah!” he cried out at the sharp pain in his side. “The hell?”
In answer the thief held out a slender fletched bit of metal and glass out for inspection.
“Afraid you got h-hit love.”
It took a ridiculously long time for him to process the information. Trying to take in the the wilted ceyon feathers and the wickedly barbed needle.
“Oh- well- that’s probably bad.” he grimaced, clamping a hand over his stomach once more.
Nureyev snorted, an incredulous, anxious thing that really ought not to be capable of conveying as much emotion as it did.
“I-I’m going to get the C-Carte Blanche on-” his teeth were chattering. The man was shivering head to toe. “S-see how far they are.”
He staggered upright, limping into Juno’s blind spot to make the call.
It took a few tries to get Buddy on the coms. Juno lost the thread of conversation almost as soon as it began, fading in and out of the discussion until-
“A Day Away!” Nureyev exploded with impatience, his body tencing with every word. “Captain- I b-believe Juno’s been poisoned- I’m not r-really sure what sort of time frame we are- ouff-” a sharp intake of breath caused Juno to whip around. Nureyev was clutching his leg, sagging against a wall.
With numb fingers, Juno fumbled for his own coms “Nnn- Ransom’s leg- Buddy- we’re sitting ducks here.” he blurted onto the line. They needed to get back to the ship, needed to get Nureyev treated- The man prided himself on his stealth and agility, he couldn’t lose that on the account of Juno Steel’s two left feet.
“Juno.” Buddy’s voice was tense.
“Gotta get him ch-checked out- can’t have im hur’ on my account.”
“Juno-” a slender arm wrapped around him as Nureyev slid next to him “I’m f-fine love, just- lay down.”
“Buddy-” Juno called into the coms.
“Guess again Steel.” crackled another, more fiery voice.
“Thank the stars, Vespa! Juno’s been-”
“Poisoned, yeah, I heard Ransom.”
“And the leg wound-” the room was back to spinning.
“One thing at a damned time Steel.” she snapped before rounding on Nureyev “How the hell did you manage to get poisoned anyways?”
“The bank was boobie t-trapped-” Nureyev sighed “only just discovered he got hit.”
There was swearing on the other end, clattering, then “Don’t suppose you know what he got hit with?”
Nureyev screwtinized the dart, but only found a few numbers stamped into the surface. It looked like a custom job. “Nn-No- I don’t. T-There isn’t any identifying information on t-the darts either.”
“Are you sure about that?”
He checked again, this time looking for the tell tail striations of micro engraving. Still. Nothing. “Yes, I’m s-sure.”
“Have your glasses on?”
“Oh not this again.”
“I’m just saying you’re eyesight is crap Ransom.”
“It is a-adequate for the task at hand, V-Vespa.” There was an irritated clip to his tone and Juno knew why. Nureyev had put salt in his tea one time and she’d never let him live it down. It didn’t help matters that he glossed over the mistake by finishing the cup with his typical ease, but, well- “Can we focus on Juno, Vespa? Please-”
Rustling from the other end and “Yeah. Just gonna need you to check him over. A. through E. got it?”
“What is A. through E.?” Nureyev pinched his nose, like he did whenever faced with a particularly trying problem.
“A- through E., A. through E.! You know, check Airway, Breathing, Circulation, Disability, Exposure! A.B.C.D.E.! Basic first aid!”
“Yes, ofc-course.” he set the coms down on a nearby crate, enabling the speaker phone. “R-ready when you are.”
“Good. Steel, you still with us?”
Juno let out a small grone “N-not sure- Just driftin’- I guess.”
“Drifting?” he hummed in affirmation. “Well I’m gonna need a little more than that Steel!”
“H-hurts” he added. It was hard to focus on the line of questioning. Now that he had a moment to sit still he felt so tired. Everything hurt now, Mick’s words with the Proctor came back to him “Feeling a bit-poisoned-” he smiled a little. “Ransm’ I n-never introduced you to tha’ King of the Freeway- did I?”
“Afraid not Detective.” Nureyev’s eyebrows knit together “but for now, let's focus on you.”
Juno checked out while Nureyev did the ABC whatever. Choosing instead to focus on how nice his touch was. Vespa was uncommonly quiet. She cursed again when checking his pupil dilation but otherwise remained silent.
From what he gathered, it wasn’t great news. Juno almost screamed when Nureyev maneuvered him into a recovery position. The knives were worrying away at his stomach again and the change in position was agony.
“Please tell me w-we’re done-” he pressed his face into his arm.
“Till the next check up Steel.” Vespa said.
“Do I have to-”
“Yeah, ya do Steel. In case you forgot, it’s kind of my job to monitor your condition.”
Juno knew she meant the poison, knew she was trying to save him but all he could think about at that moment was the martian gunk in his blood- and how he never told Nureyev what was going on. He wasn’t trying to keep anything from him, it was just- a lot-
“Fine- but R-Ransimm’s leg needs lookin’ after- You cn' d-do something for ‘im.”
“You t-take priority love.” said Nureyev.
“Not like I’m gonna get un-poisoned- any t-time ssoon. Your turn.”
“Vespa-”
“It sucks, but all we can do is keep an eye on him until we get there.”
“And w-when will that be exactly?”
“I don’t know Ransom. Like Buddy said, we’re under attack. These things take-”
The pair perked up at that “B-Buddy didn’t mention an attack.”
“Oh, well-” she seemed flustered, “Just keep an eye on him Ransom! We’ll get there when we get there.”
“Ya’ know ‘m still here- right?” Juno groaned.
“Naturally love.”
“You’re s-stalling.” he accused, looking into Nureyev’s bright eyes.
Nureyev gave a theatrical sight, somewhat ruined by his shivering.
“I’m gonna need you to get rid of the fabric so I can see what’s what Ransom.” Vespa growled.
“I’m aware- it’s j-just- I was rather fond of these pants.” he picked at the frayed edges of the hole, “Mute point, I know.” and he cut the material away with a knife.
Even by blaster standards, this was an evil looking wound. The weapon had plainly been set to kill. Juno felt a different kind of sick wash over him that had nothing to do with the poison and everything to do with his partner’s injury.
“N-Ransom-” he reached out, squeezing the thief's good knee in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. The fabric was still wet, he could feel the fine tremors running through him.
His fault, that one was his fault- he was the reason Nureyev was hurt- that blaster shot had been meant for him after all.
Vespa swore loudly “Not gonna lie, that’s a nasty burn, still bleeding too-”
“The j-journey here was more eventful t-than anticipated.”
“No crap! What did you expect?”
“The Ruby 7.” Nureyev arched a meticulously groomed eyebrow.
“Yeah- well-” Vespa sighed. They wouldn’t see the Ruby, yet alone the Carte Blanche, for at least another day or more. Juno closed his eye, squeezing so tight stars burst across his vision. This was not good, not good at all. He could almost feel the toxic substance work its way through his system.
The last time he’d been poisoned, it was a treat from the Proctor. Mick had been with him- god, Mick. Would he ever see him again? Properly introduce him to Nureyev? Or-
There was another stab of pain and he curled around his gut- doing his best to stay quiet. Nureyev needed to focus on himself right now- get treatment. Rather than letting up, the pain grew ever larger, ever sharper- cutting deep down until he stuffed his knuckles into his mouth to keep quiet.
“uno- Juno!” a hand to his shoulder, shaking him back to awareness. Nureyev’s face swam into view, the worry plane on his features- unmasked.
“P-Present-” he croaked.
“Yes-yes you are-” he leaned forwards pressing their foreheads together. There seemed to be a heat there, though Juno couldn’t tell who it was from- That was until they broke apart and he could see the high flush on Nureyev’s cheeks- despite still shivering. Damn.
“B-babe- don’ take this- the wrong way but- y-you don’t look too good-” Juno reached out for his face, hand waving in midair till Nureyev cuped it to his cheek. He could feel the unnatural warmth brewing just under the surface.
In answer, the man hummed tiredly, leaning into Juno’s touch. “I’d- imagine not.”
“You’ve got a fever-”
Nureyev chuckled “A blaster sh-shot to the leg will do that to you- please love- g-get some rest-”
He really didn’t want to. Every part of him was screaming that this was not the time to fall asleep. That they’d be vulnerable. Even more so than what they were already.
But- he was exhausted- that bone deep ache that pulled you down at your very core.
Nureyev was trembling under his fingers- cold- he was cold- and dealing with an injury- one he got because of Juno-
“Only if you rest for a few minutes too-” he pulled back the covers so that Nureyev could slide under. He hadn’t even noticed he had any till that moment. The thief hesitated for a moment or two before joining him. Boney limbs finding all their usual spaces in Juno’s side so that they slotted together with practiced ease.
Even then, it took a long time for Juno to fall asleep.
It was reminiscent of their early days in Miasma’s compound, where Juno would force himself to watch Nureyev and the guards for signs of treachery- Only now, his eye kept drifting to the door. A simple question playing on repeat in his mind.
Were they safe?
#tpp#the penumbra podcast#juno steel#peter nureyev#jupeter#fanfic#writing#my writing#hurt comfort#h/c#whump#tw blood#tw injury#tw poision#tw moderate violence#AlexandeNight#etc#part 2#check AO3 for most up to date versions ;)
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bout to make a Monster of a fic rec post here we go
heyo @jinx108! We’ll start with the complete ones because sometimes you’re just not in the mood to wait for the last chapter, you know? I don't remember details of all of these so i’m just going to copy the author’s summary rather than write my own. I am literally just going through my bookmarks, I got 400 of these to sort through. if ive talked to or am familiar with the author im gonna mention them, but if I mention you and you don't want me to have Please tell me and i’ll remove it.
If you’re not into spoilers Please Tread Carefully, I don't watch out for that stuff so I wont know to label it
1>Crushing Truth by Bunzuku: Tododeku. “Romance is hard enough for a teenager to understand when they have a good relationship role model. For Shoto, it takes two excited meddlers for him to even realize what his feelings really are.“
2>Disowned by b00mgh: tododeku + others. Unrated, some traumatic elements. “Shouto freaks out under a bridge and I use the word "grass" a lot more than I really should. Izuku does his stupid martyr thing and everyone makes continuous references to his propensity to break his bones. Aizawa goes "oh FUCK my kids are dying again" and his students use him as emotional (and physical) support. A friend requests angst, I say what kind, she say idk make someone get disowned and i say oh this I can absolutely provide my good buddy.”
3>cotton candy hands by @chonideno: Kiribaku. I will take Any excuse to rec this fic, its the most fluffy pile of feels Good Lord. also the first fic I ever bound into a physical book. “Studying to become a hero requires knowing how to take care of yourself. Sometimes you might need help on the way so if your crush offers to do your hair for you or to give you a well-deserved back rub, it'd be stupid to say no. A series of soft vignettes in which a love-struck Kirishima and a touch-starved Bakugou care for each other and it's definitely not making their hearts jump through hoops, they’re never this close to kissing, no, they're totally best friends bro“
4>Catching Sight of the Storm by neo7v: Kiribaku, tododeku. A considerable amount of Whump and related angst, and kinda sad tbh. “Blind. Quirkless. Useless.The first two things were stated clearly by the doctor that sat about five feet in front of Izuku. The third was a word that Kacchan called him everytime he failed to make the jump on whatever forest excursion they were on or when he ran into a tree because he hadn’t seen it. “I’m so, so sorry, Izuku.” Was his mom giving up on him already? But he could still be a hero if he tried hard enough, right? Quirkless or not. Blind or not. Just because Izuku was useless now didn’t mean he would stay that way forever, right? *** A Blind!Izuku AU”
5>Yell Heah by fakecharliebrown: Chatfic. M a n y pairings. technically complete, but part of an ongoing series. “Iida creates a group-chat for Class 1-A. It doesn't go as planned.“
6>Sunshine by Rosey_Note: BIG SAD. tw- failed suicide attempt. KiriKamiBaku. “They didn't deserve to put up with his crappy mood. Because Denki Kaminari did not feel like Sunshine right now. And they deserved sunshine. In fact, Denki didn't feel much of anything right now.“
7>Electric Connection by Onlymostydead: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk has always had... Weird side affects. Like his ADHD. And his constant energy. And his insomnia, which wouldn't leave him be right now, when he really needed to just get some sleep. But, thankfully, he has good friends.“
8>The Best (The Worst) by Onlymostydead: no romantic pairing. tw- rampant transphobia, both outside and internalized. “Bakugou Katsuki has known who he was since he was four years old. He was a boy, it was as simple as that. Around his friends, at school... But things couldn't just be that simple, could they?“
9>Lichtenberg Figures by Q_loves_you: no definite romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki has a very powerful force of nature running through his body. Kaminari Denki doesn't want to hurt anybody. He doesn't always get what he wants, and "anybody" does generally include himself.“
10>Eventuality by KikaTouka: ill be honest I don't remember this one at all, I maaaay not have read it yet :/. anyway. ShinKami. “Shinsou learns more than just hero lessons after being transferred to 1-A.“
11>Pickup Lines for the Soul by MustardSoup: ShinKami. “Denki is twelve when he is flicking through the TV channels and lands on an old RomCom movie about soulmate marks – specifically the same type that he has. “I can’t believe I’ve had to walk around with a cheap pickup line written on my ankle my entire life because of you!” The leading lady yells at the leading man as he stares at her in awe. Denki laughs. “Oh no.” His mother says, watching him. “Oh no, indeed.” His sister repeats quietly.“
12>caught in my own web by @anxioussailorsoldier: ShinKami. “Shinsou needs some help after getting caught up in his capture weapon. Kaminari enters from stage left.“
13>not so summer love by nataliya: ShinKami. “Class 2-B’s common room, although typically quiet, was currently filled with five students—three slowly giving up on homework, one bitching about noise and another that rushes through the front door. “We’ve been waiting for you—” Mina starts, but Kaminari’s vaulting over the back of the couch, eyes wide as he practically buzzes out of his skin, emitting light like crazy as currents dazzle across strands of hair. “I have a big ugly crush,” He steps off the couch and onto the coffee table, much to Bakugou’s chagrin, “On big ugly Shinsou.””
14>Blamed by coldandhotsoba: ShinKami. Tw- they fuckin kill a guy and its a lil nasty. “This was not how the day was supposed to end. They were supposed to end the day like they do most nights. Kaminari clutching onto him like a koala as he slept, wrapped in the millions of tacky blankets Kaminari had bought. Warm and safe in their bed. It was not supposed to end with both of them tied up in some cold metal room.“
15>Lightning Scars by Present-Mics-Scream (write_your_way_out): Shinkami. “It's hard to be confident in your abilities when you're surrounded by people with incredible quirks. Shinsou Hitoshi would know better than anyone. Sure, he was admitted to the hero course in his second year, but being admitted to the hero course, and keeping up with the rest of the class are two different things. Lucky for him, Kaminari is there to prove that the flashiest quirks come with the largest drawbacks.“
16>See No Evil, Hear No Evil by randomfan188: no romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki is legally blind. When he forgets to wear his contacts and breaks down during math class, comfort appears in the strangest of ways.“
17>how not to enjoy the weather, an article by kaminari denki by dreamtowns: no defined romantic pairing. “If there was one thing Kaminari hated the most in a world wth villains, it would have to be thunderstorms.“
18>”Studying” by emmyrox22: ShinKami, EraserMic. “Shinsou and Kaminari have been “studying” together for a while (but not for school). Shinsou gets stopped by his dads on the way to another “study” session and mistakes are made“
19>Weaknesses by sunflowerstorm: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk and storms compliment each other in the worst way, but he's convinced he can deal with it on his own... until he really can't any longer. When Shinsou accidentally overhears Aizawa confronting Kaminari about recent changes in behaviour and hears about the hell his quirks been putting him through, he can't just pretend he never heard. He wants to help.“
20>it’s hurt denki hours by memeingfultrash: ShinKami + others. ““Certain members of our class are...under the impression that...you’re the traitor.” Denki’s body went cold and felt like he was going to short circuit. ~some of class 1a believes that denki is the traitor and avoid him”
21>Petition to replace Mineta with Shinsou- (signed by Kaminari Denki) by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami + others. This is one of my favorites, I go back to reread it from time to time. It SAYS 41/42, but that's just a glitch cus chapter 36 doesn't exist for some reason, I talked to the author about it and its fine. “Mineta brings shame to the color purple. You know who does not bring shame to the rich color, but pride and sexual tension to one infatuated Kaminari Denki instead? Shinsou Hitoshi, aka sexy zombie man, aka the most perfect hunk of a man to walk planet earth, aka future husband. Shinsou has finally gotten his chance to prove himself to the hero course, and he did more than prove himself. The only question left unanswered is whether he will start in A or B, and how Kaminari can manipulate the end result.“
22>How to Get a Boyfriend (in Four Easy Steps!) by e1ana: ShinKami, EraserMic, + others. “Step 1: Get kicked out of the house by your homophobic parents. Step 2: Run headfirst into your brooding, mysterious crush. Step 3: Sleep in his dad’s (see: your homeroom teacher) house Step 4: Watch everything you thought you knew go to shit. This isn’t exactly the sweet, romantic plan that Kaminari Denki longed for. Will everything be ok, or will step 5 be to crash and burn?“
23>Bakugou and Todoroki’s Foolproof 5-Step Plan to Fuck with Mineta Minoru by Anubis_2701: Kiribaku, TodoDeku, + others. This is another one of my favorites, and the one I am currently folding and sewing into a physical book. you learn how to do funny things when bored and quarantined ig. “It was a simple enough idea; screw around with the resident bastard of Class 1-A to let him know that his medieval ways and perverted behaviour weren't going to be tolerated by even the most career-focused of UA's students. To say that things had snowballed was an understatement. Todoroki had no idea how he had ended up sitting on Bakugou's floor at 1 am, holding a dossier of incriminating material that would make the FBI slobber, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know. The long and short of it was, fuck Mineta.”
24>Colour Theory by chancellorxofxtrash: TodoBakuDeku. this one’s a series. “Midoriya/Bakugo/Todoroki slow burn soulmate AU. All three of them are nerds with their own emotional issues, trying to navigate their way through becoming heroes, and their own relationship with each other.“
25>Summer Sunshine by Mara97: TodoDeku. Ever want a Barbie in a mermaid tale/Bnha crossover? No? well here you go anyway! “Instead of worrying about college, Izuku spends his summer vacation finding out his father is, supposedly, a dead merman king and going on a quest to dethrone the current king, Endeavor. Along the way, Izuku becomes close to the three journeying with him, makes friends with strangers, starts crushing on an unattainable prince, and, in the end, learns to love himself. Oh, and he saves a kingdom, too.“
26>The snowflakes on our skin and the flames in our soul are one (and the same), my love by missunderstuffyou: TodoDeku, Kiribaku. this is one of the ones I keep a running reread comment going on. its at,,, 6, atm. “Before your quirk begins to present itself, the soulmate link comes through, and suddenly whatever you write upon your own skin appears on the body of your soulmate. As your soulmate writes to you, the emotions they feel follow through the ink.Izuku Midoriya is four years and a few months old when he first feels the slight ebbing in his arms. It doesn’t hurt… he can just feel something, and it’s enough to make him sprint into his mother’s arms screaming that his quirk is coming. She had been washing in the kitchen, and the sudden screech as her son rockets into her side is enough to make her jump with panic, immediately grabbing at him and looking for cuts and bumps before she understands his words and the stupidly bright, alight smile on his face with large, watery, hopeful eyes. Shoto Todoroki doesn’t feel his soulmate connection open up. It is drowned in the aches of a small body worked far too hard.“
27>It was dark inside the closet by Chad_Champion69420: Pre-ShinDeku? maybe? its tagged shindeku but like. it’ll make sense if you read it. “Midoriya is invited to a party. He and Shinsou decide to play a little trick on the rest of the party during Seven Minutes in Heaven.”
28>how to woo your local trash gremlin: a comprehensive guide by Todoroki shouto by wonhaebunny: TodoBaku. this is the fic that dragged me into todobaku, fun fact. “five times shouto tries to confess to bakugou, and one time he doesn't bother tryingaka: wikihow is a scam and bakugou is a terrible, terrible boy“
29>top ten photos taken right before disaster by Shookspeare: ShinDeku. “Izuku participates in a harmless prank, only to end up ruining it and running for dear life.“
30>Secrets to Share by pechebaie: no definite romantic pairing. “Kirishima comes out first, and nothing changes. Kirishima and Kaminari still hang out to complain about class and talk about boys - and sometimes girls, too, in Kaminari’s case; he still plans stupid pranks with Sero that get them sent to the principal’s or nurse’s office every time; Ashido still kicks his ass at Mario Kart without hesitation; and Bakugou doesn’t get angry at him any more than he usually does.“
31>What One Hides by Pinalinet: TodoDeku. “All Might gives class 1-A an unusual assignment that results in Midoriya Izuku and Todoroki Shouto attending a weekly acting class. But with a mysterious villain targeting individuals without Quirks, and a developing issue of Todoroki's own, an after-school assignment is the least of their worries.“
32>whether or not we’re fated, we’re meant to be by juurensha: KINDA SPOILERY. TodoDeku + others. “Todoroki didn’t have a soulmark for most of his life.His siblings all did, but up until the day of the U.A. entrance exam, he had shoved the idea aside. It’s not like they could help him anyway. And then a 9 appears on his chest, and a green-haired boy barrels into his life with a fire and ice soulmark on his arms, and suddenly Todoroki cares very much about all this could mean.”
33>The Midnight Shift by meiishu @meiishu @totallytodoroki (idk which you’d rather I attach so I went with both): ShinKami. ““Hey Toshi,” Denki says, and he laughs, clearly embarrassed. He’s got on a jean jacket that did him absolutely no help and a white tee shirt that is currently stuck to his torso. It’s got a pikachu design in the center. “By any chance, do you sell umbrellas?” “You really went out in this weather.” Hitoshi deadpans, instead of dignifying that with an answer. or hitoshi works the midnight shift at the gas station, which also doubles as a pokestop for pokemon go. of course, denki is a regular.”
34>Rock the House by AkabaneKayo: ShinKami. “It wasn’t just his bed. It was his entire fucking room shaking. Only one thought crossed his mind at that moment: “Holy shit. My room is haunted.”“
35>Technically, they’re morning kisses by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami. “Most nights, Shinsou cannot fall sleep. Neither can Kaminari. It seems counterproductive to have a sleepover then, but they try to make it work. And they fail, but that is okay.“
36>someone to call mine by nearly_theyre: ShinKami, EraserMic “From: Me wish you were here, denks From: kitten 💛💘💛 what if i was tho? OR Four times Denki snuck into Hitoshi's room and one time he walked through the front door.“
37>Pretty by Onlymostydead (noticing some repeat authors? me too): no definite romantic pairing. “(Or, Kaminari still can't figure out bra clasps.) Kaminari has never really felt good about himself. Herself? Whichever way, not knowing doesn't make anything easier. Especially when he (she?) and Mina have their bodies swapped during training, and everything seems too right.“
38>If I offer you my hand, will you take it? by bleukitsune: Kiribaku. SPOILERY. ““Why?” Kirishima leaned back on his hands, trying to create some space between them. Too close. The ash-blond looked really nervous, his usually arrogant and cunning demeanor gone. “What do you see when you look at me? Kirishima is worried. Bakugou is hurting. After his confrontation with Midoriya, he finally reaches out to him. “
Theres way more but I haven't tagged them properly yet so that m a y come later if I can ever finish going through and adding my sorting tags.
and then a last few that Are Not Complete but im really very fond of them. not as many as id like to add, but my hands are getting tired tbh.
39>State of Mind by GuardianOfTheLoaf: no relationship YET but its looking like it’ll be either tododeku or shindeku, probably the former. EraserMic. tw- childhood neglect and severe depression. Izuku’s not a happy kid. “Izuku was a late bloomer, his quirk lying dormant until his tenth birthday when in a fit of emotion he grabs his mother and she disappears. With All Might slowly restoring his confidence Izuku begins the difficult journey into becoming a hero.“ 18/? chapters.
40>Izuku Eats His Problems by CosmicAce: ShinDeku. Izuku’s a flerkin, what more could you want? “His whole life, Izuku Midoriya was taught to keep his powers, his Quirk, hidden from the world. His kind were feared, hunted to near extinction because of it. He just wants to show people he’s different. That he can be a HERO. And nothing is going to stop him. Even if his Quirk IS like an eldritch abomination.“ 43/? chapters
and then probably my current favorite bnha fic- although it fights with Apertum Mortem for that spot but that ones d a r k and not here-
41>family of the year by periiwren: EraserMic. “Hitoshi is done. Done with moving around every few months to a couple that will scrutinize him and eventually dump him right back where he started. Good thing he’s well past his strike limit now- at least he can stay in one place, be content to age out of the system and finish out his training with Aizawa. Maybe transfer into the hero course, maybe be a hero- but none of that was guaranteed. The only thing for sure was that he was going to stay in that center for the rest of his childhood. Or so he thought- because Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi have other plans.“ 24/? chapters. we’ve been informed that this one’s gonne be l o n g and im Very Grateful.
42>Here There Be Dragons by here_and_there: pre-ShinDeku. “Izuku looked at the small circle Aizawa had motioned to in front of them. "I won't fit," he whispered, thinking. He raised his hand, tentatively. Sighing, Aizawa grumbled, "What?" "I-I have a question. Actually, two." His teacher just stared at him, unimpressed. Izuku continued. "Can we activate our quirks before we step into the ring?" Aizawa looked up into the sky, muttering something Izuku didn't hear. "If you must." "O-Okay. Uh, second question. You said we have to stay inside the circle, right?" "Yes." The man looked disappointed, not only in Izuku but in himself for letting the kid speak. "Great. Uh... does that include tails?"“ 6/? chapters.
43>Another Option by sandersonsister: TodoBakuDeku, Touya/Hawks, Dabi/Hawks. Potentially Spoilery, depends on whether horikoshi has the guts to confirm Touya. this one is waiting around the corner with a baseball bat, its really cute, and then r e a l l y painful. it might be getting better though. maybe. it might be getting worse. “When Touya stops his mother from hurting Shouto, he decides enough is enough. He needs to get out of this house and he's taking his baby brother with him.“ 33/? chapters.
That's it i’m done for now, oof. maybe ill edit more onto this post later, maybe i’ll just make another one. hope some of these work!
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Cold Blooded
A Dragon Ball Horror Fic {Part 10}
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Carlie had soon returned to her bedroom and locked it tight. She pulled her cell phone from her purse and tried to call Bulma.
“PLease.. Please answer…” brrrrrr brrrrrr “Please im fucking begging you please… Please Bulma you always answer me….” Bulmas voice pipes up loud and clear and she almost sighs.. Until she finds out its her voicemail.. Fuck…
‘Vegeta..’
She thinks, starting to text Vegeta. She knew that the time chamber works differently inside then out and minutes are ground down to basically days.. It couldnt hurt to try. Her messages always reached him perfectly, Time Chamber or other regions of space for some reason…
“Babe. I need you to come home right now.”
“Im freaking out and i think you were right”
“Somethings really fucked up with Frieza”
“Well...What else was new.”
“He like. Grabbed me with his tail and told me that hes going to protect me.”
“He knew about what happened the other day.”
“Everything!”
“He started telling me that id be better in his hands and i feel like i need to burn my fucking skin off”
“I know its different in the time chamber but please please come and help me…”
“Babe. I know your getting these there all going through…”
“Please. Vegeta. Get Goku to instant transmission to me or something!”
Message not sent.
She felt a sense of absolute loneliness.
A sinking feeling in her stomach Like shes on deathrow, minutes away from lethal injection.
SHe felt an overwhelming urge to throw herself from the window of capsule corp. Only to escape. She knew something was wrong. She should have listened to Vegeta from the get go, the second she met Frieza amicably. “Im so stupid.. Stupid stupid stupid!” She smacked herself repeatedly in the forehead. “Im sorry Vegeta… Im so..-”
She was cut off by the tell tale sign of the power being shut down. The loud hum of the power turning off. Entrenching her in darkness.
All of Capsule Corps lights and window shutters closed slowly. Sealing her away behind Glass and thick metal. No escape. No sense of safety. Alone. But not entirely.
Carlie got up and cracked open the door to her bedroom. Peering down the hallway vacant and void of life. Only the sound of her panicked heart pounding in her ears. She made haste to the hallway to reach her lab. Theres an emergency exit there. Behind the INcinerator. She can make it.
Her thoughts are halted. A bright red light blinks in the vacant corridor, followed by his voice over the intercoms. Like some cruel and ever present god.
“Oh my dear sweet beautiful Carlie… such a kind and gentle soul... a genius like you is once in a life time and id love to make you mine... You wouldnt happen to be running from me are you?” Her eyes snapped to a camera in that hallway aimed at her. A succulent look of dread dripping from her wide doe eyes. “you cannot run from me you little vixen.. you will be mine one way or another.." she sprinted down the hall eyes glimmering with tears. His malicious laughter playing over the intercoms. Loudly.
Just not even several minutes ago she thought of that laughter as charming. Maybe friendly. Now its nothing but sinister and cold.
She swears shes being followed. Frieza follows behind her slowly, the pads of her feet frantically hitting the floor.
"Caaaarlie.. come now.. your only making this much more harder on yourself.. give in and come with me.. youll enjoy being an empress.. youll also enjoy seeing this your simian mate being crushed by my hand, ill make it quick to not sully those beautiful eyes." He muses as he held his hands firm behind his back, sauntering to the frightened woman. "I also do think youll like this form ive taken.."
She turned her head back while pulling the sliding door open with all her strength to see Frieza approaching her in a slow pace. Step. By step. By step. She realized his form was different he was bulkier and a different color by the light of the red flashing alert lights.. its almost a copperish sheen.. his eyes are more pronounced and staring her down.. she can see his bright red pupils from down the fucking hall and it was just as terrifying as his smile.. his sick, twisted smile.
"Running wont get you anywhere.. you will not be abused so horribly by my hand, you will live in the lap of luxury as my pet. My bride. My empress. Empress of the Universe sounds like it would fit you perfectly… What has your ape given you? Bruises.. broken bones. Heartache.. pain. Saiyans only bring pain and care only to fight someone stronger then themselves, Carlie, i should know... I have put an end to not only the doctor who defiled you but several others in your name.."
He froze in the hallway, eyes unblinking. Alpha predator in the wake of the most decadent prey he set his eyes upon. "Your vegeta cannot save you from me.. you will be MINE OHOHOHOHOOO!!!" He threw his head back cackling loudly, loud enough to where it burned into her eardrums and petrified her to her core.
She slammed the hatch behind her and pressed a button to seal the outside world out. Fuck. She needs to get out. Now.
She quickly rushed down the stairs and into the lab only to hear the hatch creak open as the gilded monster pried it open from its locked state.
Mangling metal loudly.
She needs to think FAST to get anything done. To hopefully keep the emperor at bay. She pulls out her phone and sends Vegeta 2 more texts.
“Please….”
“Vegeta. Babe im so fucking scared….”
Message sent.
Tears dripped on her phones screen and all the messages sent at once. Its only a matter of time.
Carlie doesnt have much of that left to spare.
Meanwhile in the Time Chamber~
5 months is the equivalent to what Vegeta and Goku have endured. The first bunch of messages Carlie sent were about 2 monthd before hand. He hadnt known. He never checked. He didnt think anything of it.
Vegeta exits the shower room, fully dressed again and in base form. He was pried from his thoughts when he hears a ping.
Then another.
"Tsk.." he huffs.. 'Must be Carlie' though it is a day in the outside world. Vegeta had gone months without her. He hated how much he missed her. The comfort of mundane everyday conversations.
He grabbed his phone.
Turned it on, and went ghost white. A cry for help.
"KAKAROT." He shouted, leaving the room to run straight into Goku.
"Vegeta?? Whats the problem??" "No time to ask get me to Carlie NOW" He demands grabbing Gokus shoulder, Gokus hand goes to his forehead and….
"KAKAROT now is not the time to joke around get me to-" Gokus face was blanched.
"I cant get a pulse of energy off her…"
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Dont Leave Camp
Im not entierly happy with the ending but i hope you enjoys it i have a few different imagines im tweaking atm which will hopefully be up within the next couple of days xx
Masterlist
Warnings: spanking, swearing, mentions of periods
A certain witcher punishes you for disobeying him
Dont Leave Camp
You huffed as you sat at the fire with Ciri and Jaskier. Yennefer had gone to the village on the other side of the small wood for something. To be honest you were to busy pouting to listen and Geralt had made his way in the opposite direction to take care of a small contract. You werent staying in the village as there had been an outbreak of a pneumonia it had killed four people then apparently the bodies attracted ghouls who were killing more people who was attracting more ghouls. Vicious cycle when you think about it. Which was what Geralt had been hired to get rid of. So the three of you were confined to the camp. You pulled your new black fur trimmed cloak tighter pushing away the hair that fell into your eyes, you cringed it was soo greasy to the point your scalp hurt. Shifting you grimanced as the other reason you were desperate for a bath made itself known. Thats right your pill had worn off and you had your fucking period which probably wasnt helping your mood. You didnt see any reason why you couldnt quickly have a bath in the village then return but no. Yennefer had put her foot down when you had asked. You tried to argue that your immune system was going to be better than theirs and that you knew the appropriate steps to take but Geralt had stepped in agreeing with her then left ordering you to stay at camp and that you could all bathe in the stream tomorrow. They didnt understand that your used to a much better hygiene routine then the people here. You sighed again seething not even aloud to bathe and Geralt definatly knew why you needed one. Having enough you got up going to your tent grabbing your wash cloth, soap and fresh undergarments leaving your cloak on the bed roll catching both Ciri and Jaskiers attentionas you made your way back out.
"What are you doing?" He asked tentatively
"Im going to find a stream and bathe." You said tersely befor making your way out across camp. Ciri got up befor grasing your arm pulling you back
"But Geralt said its not safe, you should wait untill tomorrow" you sighed and patted her hand.
"Im not waiting i really really really need a bath, im only having a quick rinse ill be about 10 mineuts ,if that? besides im going in the opposite direction to geralt and the ghouls" she didnt look convinced turning to Jaskier for back up
"Why do you even need one that bad you smell fine to me?" He offered a weak argument.
"Why? Ill tell you why iv spent all day sitting in blood stained knickers" you growled out at him ,he went a funny shade of green.
"Right then. 10 mineuts .be back before Geralt." You nodded and patted Ciri's head as you walked past
"No wait y/n i really think you should wait you dont want to make him angry" she tried to convince you to stay
"Ciri i'll be fine ok its not that far" you called over your shoulder as you made your way towards a small stream. You frowned as you went deeper into the wooded area and still couldn't hear the tell tale sound of the stream the camp had quickly dissapeared. It must have been nearly 10 mineuts before you heard it the trickling of water quickening your steps before you heard somthing else. You froze scanning the area with a shiver of fear before stepping backwards. As you heard things moving around in the woods the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. You held your breath as you heard the mix of inhuman growls and bushes and twigs snapping under the weight of what ever it was. Your heart was trying to beat out of your chest. You decided it was time to go back to camp stepping back slowly retracing your steps slowly and quietly. You squeeked out when you saw a hideous creature crawling around the bushes a few feet infront of you quickly spotting another three wandering aimlessly with it. You ducked holding your hand across your mouth trying to quiet your panicking breaths tears flowed freely down your face. You found yourself shaking from quiet sobs as your fear took hold trying to scamper backwards faster. What ever it was began sniffing the air making their way towards you then they found you snapped their gazes locking onto you. You dropped your things hefting your skirt and ran as fast as you could with them on your tail. You screamed as loud as you possibly could trying to get anyones attention looking either side of you as one ran along side you and dived at you, quickly changing direction your thighs burned you jumped over small rocks and logs. You heard them behind you screaming bloody murder as one pounced onto you just clipping your dress you lost your footing crashing to the forest floor skidding down a small slope your vision was blurred with tears as you used the slope to roll up onto your feet staggering and continued running through an opening in the woods you cried out as your foot was snagged again by the one behinde you. Tumbling to the ground you felt its weight on you. Befor you heard an order being barked at you from infront of you.
"HEAD DOWN!!" You obeyed tucking your forhead into the dirt as seconds later you felt a rush of wind across your head the grusome sound of flesh and bone being struck with a blade followed by a gush of warmth on your back. The weight was removed You made to get up only having a foot pressing you back down.
"Stay there!" You could have cried as you saw geralt standing over you staring down the other three things he stepped one foot over you putting you between them feet. They eyed him wearily before all pounceing on him. With ease he twisted around them cutting each one down quickly. He stood back then knelt down collecting you into his arms looking down at you checking to see if you were ok you swore you felt his body tremor but only once.
"Are you hurt?" You shook your head not trusting your voice as you began sobbing into his chest clawing at him he sighed heavily wrapping himself around you tighter. He let you cry yourself out before pulling back scowling at you.The tenderness he had shown was replaced with disapproval and anger.
"What the fuck did i tell you?" He growled at you he shook you by the shoulders you shook your head at him whimpering he grabbed your chin forcing you to look him in the eye
" what .did. i. tell. you?" He grit his teeth as his anger broke throuhg his voice you sniffed placing your hands on his wrist
"G-geralt im sorry" he shook your face lighty his eyes were ablaze and burned into you scalding you with his anger.
"Y-you said not t-to leave camp." You answerd between sniffles
"Thats right i said not to leave camp." He forced you to look at the mix of blood flesh and body parts strewn across the floor.
"Because those ghouls are stalking this whole area , if i hadnt found you they would have ripped you limb from limb, kept you alive as they feasted on you." He explaind as you began sobbing again trying to look away he tightened his grip slightly still carefull not to hurt your jaw.
"No look because thats how i could have found you." Geralt grunted he was unimpressed and realeased your face after a few moments you felt his anger rolling off of him in waves grabbing you by the scruff of your dress and hoisted you to your feet. He growled at you effectively stopping all protest
"where the fuck did you think you were going anyway?"
"I wanted a bath" you said in a small voice. He scowled at you deep as you avoided his gaze.
"So you ignored my orders and warnings about the ghouls and put your life at risk for a bath?"
"....i didnt know that they were this way.... im sorry?" He threw you over his shoulder walking across the clearing.You began wriggling trying to throw of his hold that felt like an iron bar across the back of your waist.
"Geralt im sorry"
"Oh your not sorry ! not yet" he grunted out as he tensed his arm around you.
"WhhaAh" you hissed through your teeth as he stuck your upturned bottom with more force than you'd ever experienced from him before.you put your hands on your throbbing bottom rubbing, tears gatherd in your eyes at the harsh stinging he'd caused.
"I suggest you be quiet" he sat on a stump and lower you to your feet infront of him keeping a firm grip on your wrist. Pulling at his hand looking panicked.
"Geralt, i want to go back to camp." He shook his head at you befor using one hand to unstrap his swords placing them beside him on the floor.
"You dont want me to do this in camp." His words made you stop struggleing. Your eyes grew wide as you realized what he meant when he tugged you across his thigh you bucked at him.
"NO! Nonononono please im sorry! Geralt please you cant! i didnt mean to" He held you firm dragging you skirt high leaving it to pile at the small of your back ignoring your pleas.
"I will put up with a lot but i wont have you putting yourself in dangerous situations like this if i hadn't heard you you'd be dead" He started scolding you as his held you still and struck your rear followed by a second and third each felt like a palm sized brand he quickly laid slaps across the seat of you smalls. You wailed at the instant burning sting, there wasn't a slow build up or easing you in to it. He was only holding back enough of his strength so he wouldnt cause any damage apart from a sore bottom peppered it with heavy spanks. You threw your hands back coving yourself.
"Move your hands" You wriggled against his leg shaking your head he sighed smaking each palm then pulled them up tangling them in your heavy skirt holding them still and laid four much heavier spanks to your bottom. Crying as each one fell onto your swollen bottom you pushed against the floor with your tippy toes trying to make distance between you and his offending palm.
"Geralt pl-please. im o-on my monthly" you called out around hiccups and sobs teribly afraid of bleeding on him.
"Why do you think im leaving these up? you can guarantee you'd be bare if it was any other time." He grunted at you pulling lightly on the material. Unbelievabley even this harsh spanking was setting your body on fire you felt conflicted as your arousal built inside you, it was as if your body was no longer your own, his dominant display managed to control your basic desires even when he was punishing you so thoughrly.
"Ow! Geralt st-sto-op im sorry" he scoffed as he continued his blistering assault on your cheeks before moving to your thighs. You shreiked as he left your sensitive skin deep red and throbbing. Kicking your feet out like a chastised child. He took it in his stride and tucked them under his calf pinning them down.
"Will you stop this bratty behaviour? next time you nearly get yourself killed i will spank you in camp bare do you hear me?" You cried louder flushing when your pussy clenched at the thought of being punished infront of the others.
"Yes yes stop!" You shouted out at him as he left harder swats against your already bruised bottom rocking you forward.
"No more tantrums and when your told to do something you will do it. No more arguing with yennefer either" you nodded weakly and stopped struggling succumbing to him discipline laying limp over him sobbing uncontrollably a mix of yelps sniffing and shaking breaths babbling that you'd be good and wont argue, promising anything if he stopped he huffed continuing untill your skin was a deep red from your knees to the top of your bottom pulling you skirt back down he rubbed your back.
"What you did today was stupid you could have easily died had i not heard you you would have,we wouldn't have even found your body y/n. There would have been nothing of you left." He said but there was somthing in his voice it almost sounded like fear. You sniffed as he rested a heavy hand on your stinging swollen bottom.
"And i mean it you ever do anything like this again and i wont care where we are or whos there youll get a bare assed spanking then and there."
You shrunk knowing full well he meant every word he slowly sat you up on his legs faceing you.
"This is the last time you leave camp alone,from now on you always have some one with you no matter what. When you get back you will aplogize for worrying them." You tucked your head under his chin nodding still sniffing back sobs as your ass and legs burned. He sighed leaning to collect his swords heaving them back into place before standing with you cradled in his arms.
"I can walk" you said meekly he tightend his hold inhaling your scent
"I know i want to hold you...i thought id lost you" Your heart broke alittle at the crack in his voice he must have been worried when he heard you screaming. It took nearly 20 minuets to get back you camp you used the time to collect yourself wiping your swollen eyes and tear stained eyes. Once you got to camp Geralt placed you by the fire you yelped as your bottom made contact with the ground. Ciri gave you a sympathetic smile knowing exactly how you felt. Yennefer rushed beside you pulling you to her in a desperate hug then leant you back holding you at arms legnth.
"What were you thinking? I dont believe you could be so stupid-" her rant was interupted by geralt
"Yenn iv dealt with it" you blushed at his implication as the others heard to she nodded giving you the once over noting your destressed apperance.
"Good." Was all she said then handed you some thick rags
"I got these for you, there for your well... you know.." you smiled a small smile
"Thank you." You took them tucking them in your pack. Geralt cleared his throat looking at you pointedly
"Im sorry i was a brat and for worriying you..all of you i didnt mean to i hope you can forgive me for being such a bitch." Yennefer chuckled and kissed your head
"Thats ok we all have bad days but its all forgiven" you nodded as fresh tears gatherd in your eyes latching onto her and she returned the hug before she pulled back kissing your cheek then sat behind you letting you lean against her you hissed as your bottom slid along the floor. Jaskier took note and blinked at you
"Did he hurt you? Your really quiet" You blushed and dropped your head embarassed Yennefer chuckled and Geralt sighed already knowing where this was headed. Ciri piped up understanding the situation.
"Jaskier leave it" he frowned watching as you kept shifting uncomfortably then gapped laughing.
"He spanked you" you cringed as the word seemed to make your ass throb even more he laughed.
"Shut up! You little shit" you leant over thumping him he let out a manly squeel and tried avoiding you then laughed again
"Ah ah behave yourself or geralt will spank you again for being naughty" you growled and launched yourself at him and you both began wrestling on the floor
"You sound jealous" you quipped as you landed on him pinning him.He yelped and crawled away from you you growled at him as yennefer pulled you to sit beside her , whimpering lightly as you sat on the hard floor you glared at him as he sat down smug snickering at you.
"Jaskier carry on and you'll join her" he stuttered at the witcher before scoffing
"Youd have to catch me first" Geralt smirked and tilted his head.
"That a challenge?" Jaskier bit back any remarks he had making you Ciri and Yennefer chuckle at the meek looking bard.
#geralt of rivia imagine#geralt imagine#geralt x yennefer x you#geralt x yennefer x reader#geralt x modern reader#geralt x y/n#witcher fanfiction#witcher fic#witcher imagine
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A Walk in the Park
Morning, another dreary day ahead, usual routine, put my robe on, brush hair and put in ponytail, bit of makeup. Downstairs for something to eat and some coffee when i see it by the front door, a letter. Bit strange, i don't usually get letters but its addressed to me so why not check it out?
“Dear Emma, Our scouts saw you a few weeks ago and we believe you would be a perfect fit for our next event, you'll receive fair compensation for your time and equipment will be provided on arrival. we hope you accept.”
Looking over the letter again its as simple as its written, it even has a address, time and date, 5pm this Friday? well its not like im busy or anything, i was going to go to the movies with some friends but they bailed on me, and my account is getting rather empty.. sounds interesting.
“At least i now have something to DO in 3 days!” i chuckle to myself.
Sitting around the house with nothing to do, i think ill check out this address today while its broad daylight, its on the other side of town so i can walk through the park on the way and have some fresh air.
Sliding out of my robe i opt for a white shirt with black pants, always a good combo and some typical shoes for the park and walk. Busy today as usual as people rush in every direction on their way to wherever they are going, after a few brushes with clearly eager hands with 1 cupping my ass i manage to get to the park and take a breath, “pretty handsy today” i think to myself as i run my hand over my freshly groped ass. Another breath in and i continue away from the hands on crowd and move on.
Its quite impressive, iv walked past this building a few times before but this will be the first time i actually see the inside, its usually for high end events the kind of which id never enjoy, the high arches over the front door, the marble columns and statues lining the outside. what kind of job will it be anyway? im not good with food.
i shrug as i walk back through the park, longer route than i need but its a nice day to wander.
As i sit on a bench i can hear something i dont think iv ever expected to hear in a park, someone is moaning, quiet enough to not draw much attention but loud enough to hear if you get too close.. like me. Curiosity has me by the tits now as i turn to the bushes behind my chair and look around a large tree. Red hair swaying back and forth as right on the other side of the tree some girl is getting fucked, hard by her restricted moans, a red ballgag wedged tight in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes, the man wont see me if i stay behind the tree but with his eyes closed he couldn't see the girl his cock is ramming.
The girl has some small clamps on her nipples with her blue minidress pulled down under her breasts and pulled up over her hips, its nothing more than a loose corset right now, 6 inch heels padlocked to her feet and a collar locked around her neck. Rose red cheeks almost glowing with heat as her moans escape the gag, on closer look the man has his cock buried not in her pussy, its her ass he is stuffing, her pussy is vacant but there's something covering it that has a few wires running up her back leading to a purple remote.
My adrenaline skyrockets as the man starts looking around for observers but luckily looked away first so i leaned back around the tree and was not gone as far as they knew, my own cheeks red now after watching what's going on, my own pussy pulsing as arousal sets in, i slowly look around the tree and the man is gone, the redhead is still there, on all 4s and shaking in a euphoric bliss.
A hand, grasping my shoulder and neck, squeezing tight my surprise wasted on a sharp inhale rather than a scream for help, im spun around and his eyes are staring daggers into mine, normally i would be thrashing by now but the sheer surprise, this man who was just fucking the other girl places a wet hand over my mouth. fear over the cause for the wetness keeps my lips sealed as my eyes lock to his own. The remaining hand which had spun me around was already working on my pants, pushing under and into my long since wet panties, his large fingers pushing in without a moments hesitation as his knuckle grinds into my clit.
I orgasm, faster than iv ever cum before, what takes minutes for me with my vibrator took this man seconds with 2 large fingers, 2 large fingers which are now moving like pistons as im spun around yet again, my back to him as his hand that was over my mouth leaves his mark on my lips as my neck is grasped. led from behind to the other girl who is now sitting up, blindfold off and eyes gazing at me, my body under the command of another's forceful insistence.
The hand that had been massaging me close to another orgasm withdraws as he trails my own juices up under my shirt and pinches my nipple through my bra. The man commands and the girl responds by crawling up and begins to pull my pants down, white panties soaked and stuck to my pussy in full view to this woman as my pants are pulled down to my knees. A little giggle from the woman reveals shes removed her gag, handing it to the man who then lowers to the ground, my body falling after him, the woman crawling under my pants and looks up, face now between my legs as my panties are dragged aside by her thin fingers.
As i open my mouth to beg her not to continue i see a flash of red and my mouth widens in surprise, the gag the redhead was wearing, biting and drooling on was now buckled into my own mouth, biting instinctively against the situation the man begins pulling my shirt and bra up over my head. Im helpless and exposed, 1 arm from this man is holding both of mine behind my back and i cant beat his strength. His remaining hand cupping my breasts 1 at a time as his friend peals my panties off my pussy.
“She looks so tasty! how much can i have?” the redhead gleefully says like a child talking about chocolate.
“Till i say so” the man responds in a deep throaty voice.
Its all she needed to hear as her face sinks into my sex, her lips locking with my won and her nose presses against my clit, her tongue working my walls over and then sinking in for a better taste.
To say im the loudest moaner would be natural, of course iv never been gagged and eaten out by another woman before, her nose running back and forth as i cum right on her tongue which she slurped up with a desperation iv never seen on anyone before. the sounds of her moaning into my pussy sending shivers up my spine, why couldn't i just ignore the sounds?
Eyes shooting open at the thought, what if someone else is now watching me cum at the tongue of this woman with a gag in my mouth? ill be seen as the pervert here more than these 2! The hand that had been working my breasts moves again, this time to my gagged mouth, covering it easily he pinches my nose as well, i cant breathe! and this woman has doubled her effort, at this rate ill cum for a 3rd time in as many minutes!
Mind begging for air, brain screaming for it as my eyes fall on the mans face, his cold expression telling me that it wont end soon, muscles tensing as my pussy shakes with a tongue and fingers working hard, another orgasm slurped up by the hungry redhead and still the man holds tight, the woman now focussing on my throbbing clit which, till now has only been rubbed by her nose on occasion, hot lips tight at the base as her tongue caresses as she sucks hard.
a 4th orgasm tears through my body, iv never had 4 in a row, most iv had till now was 2 in a row. These 2 are pushing me and they don't care if i break! Air rushes in as the man releases my nose, waiting for the exhale he pinches again, the woman pressing fingers deep inside, my G-spot being massaged as my clit is sucked.
“Enough Cunt” the man says, loud enough to be heard by just us as the woman breaks away from my throbbing pussy, her handiwork was leading me to a 5th, release the man has taken away as the source of pleasure slides out from between my legs with her face glistening in my pleasure, a smile on her face and eyes on mine. the lights dim as im forced to pass out.. not here, with them.
“nooo..” i weakly say into the gag.
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Cold, wet, exhausted.. My eyes open and im alone, in a small, secluded alcove of bushes, no one would find her here but why am i here? im in another part of the park entirely! did they really move me while i was unconscious? at least my clothes are all back on, a bit forced, but with a noticeable difference.. my panties are gone, bra too.. my soaked pussy in my pants and rigid nipples rubbing against my shirt, its already chafing and i have barely moved!
“Home is.. that way” i think to myself as i shamble out of the bushes, my pants occasionally making contact with my hypersensitive pussy, my muscles jerk or twitch in response as it takes me 15 minutes to walk 3 minutes with me constantly looking over my shoulders, occasionally looking at others and becoming very aware of my nipples making their presence known to any who would look my way.
Safe, i think. Doors locked as i check the clock on the wall, iv been gone all day! how long was i out? did they do anything to me while i was unconscious? ill have to give my body a look in my room, walking up my stairs i look completely different compared to this morning, my neat hair in a ponytail? now a utter mess, my white shirt not missing a button and my nipples pressing through the thin fabric, my black pants now dirty and panties missing with a soaked pussy just underneath.
Stripping in my room i turn to my mirror, my breasts have bruises, my pussy burning red, clit still throbbing. looking at my soaked pussy my mind drifts back, i could have ran! i could have screamed! but i just watched and wanted and then joined them. was i really that needy? that pent up?
My hand already beating my mind to the punch as my fingers circle my clit, sitting on my bed i fall back as i work hard, my need burning again, harder than usual. My fingers clearly not up to the task i roll over to my bedside table, my toys will scratch this itch as usual, at least to release.
Why? WHY?! why did i enjoy what they did?! the man pinning me with 1 arm and the woman, that redhead, her mouth.. her lips, the skill and determination.. why did i love every second of her attention, rolling over, closing my legs, locking my vibrator against my clit it isnt enough! its always worked before,
“my favourite position and toy have never failed me before” i plead in my head as i curl into a ball as the vibrations stir me into a frenzy, memories of what happened still fresh in my mind, nipples pinched, clit sucked, pussy devoured.
“nnnngh! Cmmmm NNNNNNN” i grunt into my pillow!
why wont it work! i need to, i want to cum! why why whyyy! my mind racing with desire when a thought rose up. Moving my arms behind my back i grab my elbows with my hands and squeeze hard, i bite my pillow and moan as a colossal orgasm tears my pussy to pieces on its way out! the single largest orgasm iv ever had and my arms race to the vibrator and turn it off with tears in my eyes, i know what they did to me.. but what did they do to me?
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I Fell Down and Saw Him Rise
Summary: Gilbert writes no letter and Anne doesn't speak with Winifred. An alternate take on the renowned 3x10 scene. (2k, Rated G)
This is based off of this prompt I received from an anon a few days ago! Hope this helps you enjoy quarantine a bit more, nonnie! ♥
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Anne did not expect to enjoy Charlottetown as much as she did. It was a far cry from home to be true. Yet it could not be denied that the city air smelled so enticingly of possibility and promise, and as Anne marched down the streets in her new gown under the shade of her parasol, she felt more and more like a real lady. Gentlefolk she met eyes with no longer looked down their noses in classist disgust. Instead, some nodded politely and others offered appreciative smiles at her refined attire. The golden fields of Avonlea and the perfume of their wildflowers still followed Anne in her heart, and she lived along with - not in spite of - its memory. Her soul was wide and an adventure was hers for the taking.
Then, Anne’s eyes fell upon something that made her heart drop to her stomach.
The sight of Winifred was a harsh dousing of cold water. The calm of the day was broken and the early autumn air became bitterly frigid. The blonde beauty appeared as genteel as ever she did, standing with a sort of guarded sophisticated expression on her face. She watched as her servants loaded her belongings into a carriage, though something far away occupied her gaze, and she hadn’t noticed Anne.
Anne paused. Should she venture forward and say hello? Was Gilbert here? Her heart sank at the thought of him. If Winifed was loading her things into a carriage, did that mean that Gilbert was leaving...Leaving today?
It was then that one of the servants noticed the pale redhead standing in the gateway and whispered a few words to Winifred. Immediately, she fixed a sharp glare at Anne with such palpable disdain that it made Anne step back. Her grip on her parasol tightened. Had Winifred always hated her so much? Maybe Gilbert said something, told Winifred about the letter he’d received from Anne? If Gilbert despised her as much as Winifred seemed to, she wasn’t sure what she’d do.
Just let it go, Anne, she told herself. Let him go.
More dignified than she felt, Anne opened her parasol and rested it on her shoulder. She gave a polite smile, a short nod, and continued walking down the street.
The Blackmore House was a welcome sight. Anne’s walk home had been overwhelmingly occupied by thoughts of Gilbert as the last of her hopes tried desperately to cling to her. The optimistic side of her, the side that could so easily picture Gilbert appearing out of thin air and declaring his undying love, needed to be quieted. Soon, the Avonlea girls would be home to ease her thoughts, and in turn, the dull ache of her heart.
Her gaze fell down to the flowerbed along the edge of the house. The familiar blooms had begun to wear thin and pale with dryness.
“My poor friends, you’ve been neglected,” Anne murmured softly. She took the watering pail from the porch step and began to sprinkle what was left overtop the soil. “I admit, I’ve also been feeling a little like I’ve lost my vibrant colors. Still, you all are quite fortunate. How lovely it must be to entwine your roots with those beside you, to never be separated from them. I hope you’ll all enjoy this bit of rain.”
Above her, a cottony cloud split down the middle and drenched Anne and her flowers in sunlight. She swore it tasted like honey or sugar on her lips.
“Some sunshine will do all of us some good,” she continued. “It’s hard to linger on things that pain us if we’re sitting in the sun together, even if those things are wont to hurt excruciatingly.”
Caressing soft petals, Anne felt herself teetering on the precipice from which there was no return. If she opened up her mind to thoughts of Gilbert, she wouldn’t be able to stop. More and more, she was unsure if her heart would survive the onslaught, regardless of all her words to Diana that had been of healing and moving on.
Yet before she could venture down the path to thoughts of unruly, night-sky hair and melodiously deep laughter, she heard a pair of footprints race up the front path. Her head shot up, the sight before her causing her jaw to drop.
Gilbert Blythe was bounding up the path, aided by the wind at his back. He looked wild, dressed without his jacket and sweating through his white shirt. Anne’s mind raced - what could he possibly be here for? Had he heard that she was living in Charlottetown and come to see her before leaving for Paris?
Anne rose from where she knelt by the flowerbed, and when Gilbert finally saw her, he stumbled forward and jolted to a halt. His eyebrows were knit in a strange expression, causing a wave of self consciousness to come over Anne. She could dress in beautiful azure gowns and curl her hair into any fashion she wanted, but Gilbert had known her at her worst. He wasn’t likely to be distracted by the new change - she was the same Anne he’d always known.
“Anne-” he choked out, but anything else he wanted to say was caught in his throat. He was dissipating before her, his gaze desperate and his appearance disheveled beyond imagination. A tremor shook his hands and a pang of dread shot through Anne. She rushed up to him, searching his eyes and finding only desperation and something akin to wonder.
“Gilbert? What are you doing here?!” she exclaimed. Gilbert gaped, but no words came out. His eyes roved over her, a shaky sigh leaving his lips and grazing her cheeks. “What’s wrong? Is Delly ill or-”
“I’m in love with you.” Anne was stunned to silence, her cheeks burned scarlet and her world flipped upside down on its axis. Gilbert himself was caught off guard by his own admission, but he pressed on. “I’m so enormously in love with you and I’m going to Toronto.”
Anne blinked, trying to clear her mind, but it was full to the brim with his confession. Her knees gave out their strength, and she lurched in a rising tide of bliss. Misinterpreting her reaction as fear, Gilbert took a step forward and searched her eyes.
“Please don’t be alarmed. I would never pressure you to feel or be anything you refuse to be. But the things you do want, Anne, I want you to have them. Still more than anything, I want you to want me.” He reached for her hands, finding them already open to him. “I had no hope of it when I left Avonlea, but then Diana found me on the train. I knew I’ve been acting like a fool, but I had no idea how much. Anne, you need to know I’m not engaged. I won’t ever be - that is, unless one day...”
Anne whispered his name, a soft plea to give her a moment to process, but Gilbert shook his head, taking her quiet tone as trepidation.
“I don’t expect your favor - wouldn’t dream of expecting it since I’ve done nothing that warrants I should deserve it,” he added with a self-deprecating scoff. With a deep breath, he let his honesty show on his face. “I just came because I need you to know that you are exquisite . I’ve always thought so and I always will.”
All Anne’s words were gone. In a blissful instant, all that was left was an overwhelming, incoherent hurricane of feeling. It turned her insides to nectar from the head down, tempering down time and making the slow moments sweet.
Gilbert wasn’t sure what to make of her silence. He searched her wide eyes for any reason to hope and waited several moments into the quiet before dropping her hands. He gave a stiff nod and began to turn away.
“That’s that, then.”
But for Anne, it was far from over. Her euphoric haze dissipated the second his warmth was gone, but her fingers brushed his sleeve out of instinct as he moved. Before Gilbert could even take a step, she seized his face and kissed him soft and desperate.
Gilbert dissolved. Out of instinct, he let his hands tangle into the curls of her hair and gently pull loose the knots. His lips were soft as they moved beneath hers, yielding and honeyed. He was the first to pull back, an awed grin turning his face gold in the sunlight. It was his turn to have a mind of jumbled words.
“Diana said...but I thought she might be mistaken...but you-” Something in Anne’s eyes changed that silenced the words on his tongue. “Anne, I have to know. Do you truly have feelings for me?”
Anne had half a mind to kiss him again, but she was a lover of words and a lover of him. If there ever was a time to string together poetry and use the lavish words of her heart, it was now. Yet, she found the songlike verse that swelled in heart articulated itself much simpler than she expected. Reverently, Anne uttered, “I do. I love you.”
His reaction was everything she was hoping for, everything hers had been moments ago. With a cry of delight, he took Anne into his arms and pressed her against him. Her arms found their way around his neck and she laughed in delight.
“I never got your letter,” he confessed into her hair, running his fingers along the soft curls. Anne leaned back enough to peer up into his face, delighting in the lovesickness she found there. “I should’ve written a letter or my own. Maybe then we would’ve faced less misunderstandings.”
Anne hummed. “A small part of me believes I still would’ve found a way to complicate matters. What would you have written?”
“Dear Anne, thanks for the pen and good luck at Queens .”
She laughed, fighting the urge to lay her head back on his shoulder.
“No, really!”
Gilbert pondered this for a moment. His hand reached for the constellations on her cheek, caressing each freckle as if they were tempered flecks of gold.
“Dear Anne, I write to you a fool in man’s clothes for mistaking everything for so long. You are the true, the only object of my affection and my desire . And then I might say something about how you couldn’t have possibly known that smacking your slate over my head would be the start of me falling hopelessly in love with you.” He embellished his statement with a kiss at the corner of her mouth. “What would you have replied?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t have replied anything,” Anne answered. “I would have rushed across the fields between our houses to see you, and then I suppose the following events would’ve been much as they’ve been today.”
“And if I were already gone?”
“Then I would’ve even taken a train to Toronto to see you.”
Gilbert’s expression dimmed slightly.
“Toronto is much more far away than it sounds,” he lamented.
“I know where Toronto is, thank you very much,” Anne teased. “You’ll write?”
“Every day if you want me to.”
He might’ve said more, but the clambering of a carriage up the lane of Mrs. Blackmore’s house interrupted him from progressing further. Gilbert squeezed Anne’s hand with a regretful expression. It was not the parting either of them wanted, but the pain of saying goodbye was soothed by the knowledge that it would not be the last goodbye. A mere week until delivered letters, a few months until they could be reunited - the time would pass like seconds when there was so much life to be lived.
With one last smile, Anne kissed the inside of Gilbert’s palm and whispered, “Come home someday, Gilbert Blythe.”
His eyes were all the colors of Avonlea blended together.
“I will.”
#anne with an e#anne of green gables#shirbert#shirbert fic#anne and gilbert#tessa writes#much looooove to you all!#*sprays you in lysol*#*but lovingly*
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Bittersweet events. Part one
A/N. Uhh this is longer than i thought it would be oops. This idea came to me in a dream and i love it so muchhhh. I love Stain hes my baby uughnnn. Enjoy! THANK YOU FOR READING.
He was not sure how he got here really. He had to break in ofcourse . He had locked the only entrance into the tiny depressing room. White walls , white curtains , white bed. The only sound was a heart monitor .
One year ago his life changed forever , like it was thrown out of left field and hit him right in the face. Hero Killer Stain was what he went by, and purging heroes was what he did best. The Pros never caught him , his quirk was to powerful for most . One night , this one particular night everything changed. Villains were out causing terror in the streets, fires were started and were spreading . Cries for help and laughter filled his ears as he watched perched up on a roof top . All these Pros... fakes. These villains killing just to kill... fakes. He wanted to fix this world.
Stain jumped down from his rooftop after observing for awhile , a news van had sped onto the scene as well. He did not bother with most villains who were running around causing a ruckus. The Pros were trying to keep the news crew at a safe distance but they pushed and tried to get the scene on film. One woman had snuck away once she saw the Hero Killer dissapear into the shadows of a alleyway . Stain stopped halfway in when he heard heels clicking towards him , they sounded staggered and offbeat. He turned his head watching the shadow grow larger as she got closer. The woman sounded like she was catching her breath and fumbling with something. She clicked a button and held her arm out speaking with a shaky voice.
“Hero Killer Sssstain!!! Did you start this ?!? This run of crime this city has been faced with recently ? These fires? These deaths?”
He turned , he could not really see her in the dark except for her shadow. He stepped over to her finally being able to see her . A small woman with a blond ponytail and black glasses in a grey business jacket and long skirt. She was holding a voice recorder in her shaky hand. She gazed up at this tall dangerous man , she maybe came up to his chest even if he was hunched over. His bandanna and bandages blew in the wind along with his hair.
“I may have kindled the flame but i did not spread it, these villains, they might have fed off my actions.”
“But.. but!!! They all idolize you !! They want to join you , be like you!”
He hunched down getting almost eye level with her , she was shaking but she did not run . This interested him. “These villains are fakes... these Pros you love are fakes. Wanting fame, money. They should all die” he stepped back but the woman stepped forward.
“ wait!!! I... i want to know more.. “ she retracted her hand fumbling with her jacket pulling a card from her pocket. “If you want to talk more on...way life should be come to this address. Im home most days after 5 o clock.”
My my my...
He swiped the card from her startling her, she had to fix her glasses. Stain held the card up to the light reading it. Suki. Journalist. He memorized her address and shoved the card in his pants pocket fleeing the scene leaving the woman there all shooken up. She pressed the button on her recorder again and letting out a long sigh of relief. “Phew...”
It was a friday night when he showed up at her window staring in till she noticed. Suki nearly jumped in her skin when she saw his silhouette staring at her upside down. Suki ran over opening her window panicking.
“What are you doing?!? Use the door you’ll fall!!!”
“Do you really think they would let me in if i went to the door of this complex?” He asked genuinely curious.
Suki pushed her long hair from her face rubbing her eyes. “Well.. now that you say that.” She backed away and the villain let himself in looking around the room. Nothing fancy it looked like. Just a bed and dresser with a lamp on it. Suki was feeling around the dresser for her glasses, she had heard him come in but she did not say anything. She was a little nervous , was he going to kill her?
“Im here because you wanted to know more about my ways.” He said watching her feel around her dresser. Suki had hit her lamp making it stagger around, she mumbled under her breath trying to steady it. The lamp had suddenly stopped rolling around and Suki heard a heavy slam. The lamp was steady now and she felt him behind her. “Yes.. i just need my glasses.” She was scared now.. he was really close. She felt the heat on her back from him and the clicking of his kives made her skin jump. Stain looked over the long dresser spotting them, he picked them up and dropped them in her shaky hands. Suki gasped putting them on and turning around.
“ uhm thank you.. we can talk in the kitchen..”
Stain looked for the door and Suki lead him to it going to her kitchen. She had a lot of books everywhere , journalist books and newspapers seemed to cover her floor and tables. Stain sat down in the squeaky chair putting his knives on the table so he could sit comfortably. Suki came over sitting down, she pushed some newspapers to the side trying to hide the headlines . He had already seen them though, they were all about him. She placed her recorder on the table in the middle and pressed the button.
“ okay.. uhm.. why . What brought you to this lifestyle?”
“When i was in highschool, i overheard my classmates talking about how they wanted to be heroes for the money. Thats not what a hero is. “
“What is a hero?”
“"Hero is a title reserved for those who perform truly great feats! Too many are undeserving... Just money worshipers playing hero! Until this society wakes up and rectifies itself... I will continue to do my work”
“... the work ?”
“The purge of these fakes.”
Suki did not know what to make of all this information. It was a twisted way of thinking , sure some Pros were money hungry but... but what? She watched him thinking it over. Stain did not have much .. expression in his face . His eyes burned holes into her.
“You.. didint kill me when i found you”
“You didint run”
“... what is youre name?”
“Chizome.”
“I dont have anymore questions right now Ch..Chizome..”
He got up gathering his knives, he also turned the recorder off and leaned over the table staring down at this nervous woman.
“Suki.”
“Y..yyyes?!”
“ will you have more questions at a later date?”
“I uh.. most likely will yes”
“Then ill be back”
Stain went back to her room leaving the same way he came in. And thats how it started. Stain returned for more interviews on his lifestyle, his killings, his outlook of the world. Suki was growing more comfortable around this man , even laughing when they talked. Every interview she began to understand more and more his way of life and his way of seeing the Pros. They got closer too. The interviews would move to the couch and she would even offer him something to drink. She even called him by his name now.
During one interview Stain was talking about purges and how they made him feel nothing for his victims. Suki had placed her hand on his knee . “Chizome, they were wrong in they’re ways. Its okay to not feel some kind of remorse.” He looked down at her little hand then up at her. She was moving closer to him , crawling on the couch. Stain grabbed her arm pulling her ontop of him.
Stain came over regulary after that one night . Spending the night and leaving in the morning , he always came back though . Telling her all about his day full of righting the wrong. This went on for months , the two were very much in love with each other . No one could find out though, for Suki’s safety . The two also had a little surprise on the way as well.
“I hope its a girl. We can name her Shifuku” Suki said full of eagerness.
A child was new to Stain, he did not know what to make of the situation, when Suki told him he just stared at her . “A baby? “ he asked a few times. Suki would giggle and place her hand on her stomach. Eventually, he got use to it . But he was still unsure of what to do. The pregnancy was not easy and Suki faced many complications . The doctors told her that her body could not handle a baby . She did not listen . Stain was growing angry with each visit she made to the doctors . Why arent they helping her? Do they know its his? Why .. arent.. they.. helping her..
The day finally came when Suki’s water broke, she called an ambulamce and Stain followed from the rooftops . He looked in every window till he found her room. He could hear her crying and her struggling . He could not take it anymore and rushed in through the window scaring everyone. He paid the doctor no mind and went right to Suki. She screamed and cried till the baby was finally born. Little cries filled the room and the baby was given to Suki. The doctor had run out of the room and Stain locked the door.
“ oh Chizome its a little girl... i...” Suki was losing her grip on her baby and her knees touched. The heart monitor started to spazz and Stain looked all around the room in a panic. What could he do?!
“Chizome...”
He turned his focus to Suki.
“ can you hold Shifuku .. im a little tired.. im eh.. a little scared if i go to sleep i wont wake up though”
“Suki , youre alright . Everything-“ she grabbed his arm stopping him. “Take care of Shifuku .. i love you both so much.”
“No im not leaving you here! Suki!!”
“I know you wont.. theres a pretty flower field . Im sure youve seen it. In the graveyard.”
“ i have. .. i have. Suki..”
“I love you Chizome.”
“I .. i love you Suki.”
The heart monitor went flat sending a irritating buzz throughout the room. Shifuku was fussing in Stains arms and he was just staring at the body of the woman he loved.
#papachizome#hero killer stain#akaguro chizome#my hero academia writing#my hero academia#boku no hero fanfic#boku no hero#writing#fanfiction#my hero academia fanfiction
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NOT to be found family on main BUT pls consider.. lucy adopting/parenting the lost boys after max gets killed
the boys all survive, albiet with injuries that take a while to heal bc they were all injured w Vampire Killing Intent. theyre all laying around in the hotel when lucy marches in, first aid kit in hand and sam being dragged reluctantly w her. micheal tags along too. lucy is horrified at the messy ass cave but doesnt clean bc she knows its not Her Space, its the boys and she respects their privacy/independence.
marko is doing the worst, since the boys could only give him rudimentary first aid before rushing off to attack micheal/the frog bros. he’s feverish and delirious and thinks lucy is his mom. she cradles his cheek and pets his hair as she patches up his chest (marko is trans and lucy is like Hell Yeah Another Trans Son). the stake missed his heart but his lungs are fucked now bc getting stabbed as a vamp is Not Great.
dwayne is next- he’s got a big scar on his back and nerve damage from the electrocution. maybe some cool lightening scars once he heals up. he has more trouble w memory now bc yknow. brain damage. lots of flashing can possibly trigger seizures for him, and he has issues with movement disorder type things- tics, uncontrollable shaking, etc.
paul is just absolutely covered in burns, and his hair is falling out in chunks bc his skin is peeling off. think acid burns? his skin gets a little melty and he’s got some bad scarring, esp in his face once he heals. he takes the longest to heal just because he can’t do much of anything without tearing his skin up bc its super delicate as it grows back. its a very frustrating process. hes normally a cheery dude but he kinda falls into a funk trying to recover.
david is similar to marko in his injuries. he’s got some lung issues afterwards but he mostly heals ok. he’s more guarded around lucy, and he heals quicker bc hes the lead vamp and has been around the longest/is stronger than his brothers.
other than marko who passes out after calling lucy mom and crying a little theyre all REALLY nervous around her, theyre all like dogs baring their teeth when they cant even stand up. but lucy just goes about her business and tries to help them. sam is scared shitless of the vamps but lucy is 100% fearless and has NO issue telling david off for trying to get up when he should be resting. she brings them animal blood (courtesy of the widow johnson) with straws stuck in it like caprisun and sits there holding an actual caprisun and drinking it with them. she plays pauls records when he asks but usually picks stuff she recognizes as opposed to newer music that sam and micheal like. dwayne finds it kinda nice, bc she likes groovier/more chill music rather than super harsh or fast music. micheal apologizes to david and david apologizes (sort of) to micheal. david is a very prideful dude after all, but he does genuinely feel bad for ruining the emerson’s house/lives because his crazy ass “dad” wanted a make-believe family.
and just bc i hate max- he turned david against his will after seeing him as a kid and thinking “hm id love to be a father but alas i am a vampire, guess i will stalk this abused child until he is adult-ish age and take him as my own!”. no one gave a shit when max took david since his family sucked. david was basically an impromptu parent for a ton of neighborhood kids and his siblings bc his parents were shit and didnt care about him- it was more of an image thing anyways. so he has all the Big Brother instincts but was forced to grow up too young and has trouble cutting loose bc of this. (ill get into this in a later post maybe?). anyways max took all the lost boys in against their wills/without their consent, which is why david doesnt ask micheal to join, he just gets him to drink the blood. which i always thought was fucked up anyways. david only knows vampires who were forced to turn (him and all the lost boys).
meanwhile star takes some time to recover away from the boys and regains her humanity a bit- she does love their little family, cobbled together out of a lot of desperation and a lot of love, but she needs some time away to think things over now that she knows it wasnt david who was holding her there, it was max. laddie is super worried about his big bros and goes completely nonverbal (normally he is semiverbal). star is worried about him and convinces lucy to take him to see the boys after the more gorey wounds have healed, bc although laddie has Seen Some Shit he is also a Literal Child and doesn’t deserve to be exposed to that. and now that he has a Genuine Adult who isnt a weird vampire looking after him, lucy can make sure he gets looked after and treated like a child. bc although the lost boys did their best, none of them are really Parents.
lucy backs off once the boys are more healed, but they end up spending a lot of time at the emerson’s anyways!! they help rebuild the house and clean up, since the plumbing got fuckin destroyed and the house is kind of missing a wall. grandpa is annoyed abt it but he puts the boys to work(at night ofc), since he’s crotchety but he’s also noticed that the missing/murdered people usually arent good people. paul loves to bake with lucy and dwayne loves to cook/try new recipes for people who will appreciate a fancy meal (hes secretly grandpas fav for the food only). paul also loves to bond w lucy over music and actually gets on well with sam- he’s got a slacker middle child vibe that sam warms up to eventually and they become super tight! marko and sam have a youngest-sibling rivalry (kind of) but it eventually fades from constant bickering into them tag-teaming whining at david or micheal or dwayne for whatever they want this time. micheal and dwayne vibe really well bc dwayne likes to spend quality time w people by sitting with them in silence, doing their own thing, and micheal enjoys just vibing w people since sam is loud and his mom always anxiously fills silence w chatter. nothing against her, but sometimes its a lot for micheal, so he enjoys just sitting with dwayne in silence for hours at a time.
marko realizes maybe 2 months after they recover that he called lucy mom and avoids the house for like a week out of embarrassment, but lucy just smiles and calls him her crafty animal son and pats his stupid mullet. he loves to bring her animals, especially birds since she has some experience keeping birds. they dont keep the wild animals but lucy does notice that more wildlife seems to come around the house now that the lost boys are visiting. sam and david have the funniest relationship bc sam is like “fuck you i fucking hate you” and david is like “my friends little brother foams like a rabid chihuahua when i come over pls help”. sam wont be rude to david bc lucy said be nice but he will also not Interact Unless Necessary so like. david will be like “hey! champ..! how was... school!” bc hes trying to be fucking nice but he hasnt interacted with childrne other than laddie in Years and sam will be like “good.” and they just fucking stare at each other while dwayne does ollies in the background until marko and paul roll in with scissors and bleach like “WHO WANTS A MAKEOVER MICHEAL ALREADY GOT ONE” and micheal is chasing them with tinfoil in his hair with a stuffed woodchuck in his hands ready to murder
#the lost boys#the king writes meta#is this meta?? idk but damn i sure wrote it! hopefully i can figure out how to do an under the cut thingy bc this is long as FUCK#anyways autism brain go brrrrrrrr#gore tw#medical tw#injury tw#death mention#written gore#im tagging just to be safe but its all under the cut#ask to tag if needed
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Kn/ives Out - R/ansom Fic
Inspired by these posts, although I went a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle overboard with it, as is my wont. This may or may not be the first of a five-or-six part series, a sort of “Five Times Ransom Pissed Off Everybody By Sneezing, and One Time He Didn’t.” Or it might just be the one little story. You know the drill, over-the-top sneezing ahoy lmao.
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“Do we have to talk politics?” Joni asked, her fingers tensed, her eyes rolling as she walked rather briskly to the drink cart. “It’s not that I’m not willing it’s just it’s so contentious and I’m a little concerned about that kind of energy—”
“No, no, no Joni,”—Richard cutting in now, his words stretching longer in the way all of him seemed to extend and elongate when he was drunk, as though he forgot Linda and Harlan were watching and expecting—”No, Joni, you don’t get to throw stones and then hide your hand, if you say something about our President, I’m gonna say something back.”
“Now, now, Richard,”—The aforementioned Harlan—”I think we can all agree the President—”
“Our President, Harlan, our President, I’m not saying I like him but I’m saying he’s our—”
“N-now… now come on Richard”—Walt, briefly, before being steamrolled by—
“Richard, I think I’d like a change of subject now—” Linda, ordinarily authoritative enough to end the line of inquiry altogether, but apparently not tonight.
“Well I wouldn’t, Linda. I wouldn’t like a change of subject, and for that matter...” (Richard, elongated as though he forgot Linda and Harlan…)
“How boring,” Ransom said in an aside. Marta happened to be walking by, picking up Richard’s emptied drink, and Joni’s recently downed one. It wasn’t actually her job to provide maid service for these people but they seemed to expect it and Harlan encouraged it and they really were so generous.
So it was to Marta that Ransom delivered his aside, though it wasn’t really to her—it might as well have been to the drink cart, or the grandfather clock, or the nonexistent camera over his shoulder. Ransom was the sort of man who walked around as though there could always be a camera over his shoulder. In fairness, Ransom was also the sort of man cameras commonly followed around. He’d very nearly committed to at least two reality tv shows, mostly to annoy his family. He’d gotten his current sports car upon backing out of a reality tv show. It was too bad he was too old to start a YouTube channel. He was still waiting to see what he could get out of revealing Jacob’s channel to the family, whether it would be better to threaten Jacob with its reveal to his parents, his parents with its reveal to to the family, or perhaps the family as a whole with a leak to… whatever random book-related website might find that gossip interesting. Maybe just Reddit.
Marta was just about to respond, to perhaps engage Ransom in conversation. She had it on good authority--Harlan’s--that she could be good company to a Thrombey or a Drysdale. Everyone seemed rather wary of Ransom, but aside from his aversion to the dogs, Marta had no reason to think ill of him, and so tried to assume the best of him. And---she could admit somewhat blushingly---he certainly wasn’t unattractive. She could see how, in her younger, sillier days how she might nurse a bit of crush on him, the wealthy prince charming and the maid---although she was not a maid, no matter how they treated her, she was a well-trained professional, dammit---
But before she could speak, Ransom’s face suddenly underwent some sort squishing, snorting motion. His long nose scrunched up short as he took in a sharp sniff, nearly a snort. His eyes closed for a moment, and a smile played on his lips. “This’ll be fuhh-hun,” he said in half a whisper, airy breathing infusing and interrupting his murmur.
Marta tilted her head to the side, curious what Ransom could be referring to, until she saw his nose, which was twitching: once, then twice. A heavy sniff, then another, then two in a row, then a long one, for all the world like fanning a flame (a flame, as she would come to realize, to light a fuse, to burn down to an explosion...)
It was around this moment that Ransom abruptly stood, and she could not help but notice how broad his shoulders were, as his eyes fluttered, and his chest began to swell. His nose was starting to pinken around the nostrils, the flaring and scrunching continuing, his arms falling slack. The creak of his chair as he stood brought everyone’s attention towards him, and as they noticed the bizarre ritual Ransom was performing or enduring.
“Oh, god, Ransom, not this again…” (Linda, eyes rolling)
“Ransom, Ransom buddy, Ransom please...” (Richard, hands waving)
“Is he going to do that screaming thing again, I’m leaving the room---” (Joni, hands raising towards her ears)
“Leaving the room won’t do her much good.” (Harlan, with a bit of a snicker in his voice)
Ransom was starting to vocalize now, little “hehhhH… hEHHHhh…” sounds that sounded as though they were either being dragged out of him or as though he was dragging them out himself, perhaps both. His head was tilting back, that chest looking larger than ever as it stretched and air flowed in and his long nose scrunched and his mouth hung open in a tall O and his back arched and hands went over ears and then one last voiceless gasp in… “huuuUUHH!”
“HHHHEEYYY-SSHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
Ransom sprang forward, giving vent to what was plainly a titanic sneeze to begin with, let alone his leaning into it, relishing it, and then on top of that, as the sneeze went on it seemed to turn into a pure, guttural yell, his voice roughening in an obviously voluntary way. It sounded as though the sort of scream one might hear on a hardcore metal record was riding the rails of an involuntary, massive rush of air, and Marta couldn’t help but frown as a visible spray was ejected from Ransom’s face along with the helter skelter noise, but she could hardly notice the spray since, standing closest to the blast, her ears were assaulted worst with Ransom’s screaming sneeze or sneeze-flavored scream, whatever it was, and she dearly wished she’d followed the family’s example and plugged her ears.
The sneeze tapered off at last, and Ransom--who’d doubled over with the blast--bounced back up, face reddened from exertion, practically beaming. Or at least he would have been beaming, were his nose not already scrunching…
“Whew! Big wuhh-hunn…” He was presumably celebrating his sneeze, congratulating himself on a “big one” although the urge had not yet left him entirely, and it seemed another sneeze was one its way. Joni was just walking back into the room as he went into his sniffing routine again.
“Jesus! Ransom you’re gonna give your grandfather a heart attack…” she huffed, before seeing him building towards another sneeze, spinning on her heel and promptly marching out of the room again.
(Harlan, for his part, was chuckling.)
“S-suhh… sorry guys, think I gotta sn-sneeze again…” he warned, breath catching as he actively tilted his head back, presumably seeking some sort of light to look into. His eyes were tearing slightly as he fanned one hand in the general direction of his nose, perhaps… attempting to spark another sneeze by fanning dust at himself? He smiled as he could the whole way, clearly enjoying this performance.
“What the hell, kiddo, didn’t we tell you about your whole yelling routine…” Richard grumbled, making a move to walk towards Ransom but clearly thinking better of it as Ransom’s breath caught yet again.
“Ransom!” His mother interjected.
“You’re not a kid, you get allergy shots, I don’t know why you put on this whole production…” (Richard again)
“Ransom stop that this instant, you know the neighbors called the police last time they thought someone was in here being murdered.” (Linda)
“Shh, shh, shh, you’ll make it go away… ooh, I can feel it…” (Ransom, giggling)
The rest of them were rolling their eyes, plugging their ears, shuffling away from the scene---Marta heard a door slam, clearly Joni wasn’t risking being within the house for Ransom’s next explosion.
Meanwhile Ransom seemed to have clinched the sneeze, no longer trying to coax it out but surrendering to it, preparing for it, getting ready to ride the wave and rattle the rafters… he held up his hand, and put his fingers down one by one, his giggling nearly putting him off his sneeze again as he counted down to the sneeze: five fingers, four, three, two... and just as he had one finger left up, he gave another of those great airy voiceless pulls with his flared nostrils and slack mouth and…
“EEEYYYYYYYYAAAA-SSSHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
This one was less a heavy metal growl and more a pure scream, perhaps inspired by his mother’s mention of murder, as it bent higher pitched towards the end, and Marta couldn’t help but think she wouldn’t have imagined such a large man could reach such a high pitch.
Once again Ransom pitched forward, staying bent over, hands over his face this time as he pushed out the sneeze, dragging it out beyond all necessity, but clearly enjoying it. He popped up again, “whew! Think I got the itch out that time!” He said, beaming like a child pleased to have gotten away with something naughty, before he screwed his face up again, “W-well, I think I got it…”
“Ransom, stop it, I know you’re just putting it on this time, I can tell.” Linda said, although this time she was chuckling a bit. Harlan was outright laughing, although he rolled his eyes as he said “you’ve outdone yourself.”
Marta had prepared adequately for this one, fingers plugging her ears, but she was still rather distracted by the whole affair. She’d never seen anyone sneeze quite so dramatically. Still, he seemed to have some measure of control over the whole affair; standing behind him, she couldn’t help but notice the sheen of his hands, practically glistening with the moisture from the sneeze, before he wiped them roughly on his pants. Clearly this sneeze had been much… juicier, she thought with an alarmed frown. Ransom must have anticipated that, ergo the hands tented around his nose as he’d howled out that last sneeze.
“You done yelling at us, buddy?” Richard asked, clearly irritated. His son had managed to take up even more space than he did, after all. Practically took up all the space in the house; certainly there wasn’t a room in the house (or on the grounds altogether, practically) that Ransom’s sneezes couldn’t be heard.
“Yeah Dad, sorry.” Ransom said, his childish grin replaced with a more adolescent smirk, his eyes cutting over towards the couch where his father sat. “Just had a tickle in my nose.” His voice grew brighter, though no less mocking, as he looked over at Marta, who once again could have been a drink cart, a grandfather clock, a camera for all it mattered. He tilted his head at her, and adopted what might have been a boyish pout (if his face weren’t so smug) to say:
“Allergies, you know. I can’t help it.”
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hey, remember like a year ago when i was like “maybe i’ll write a second part to the story of how lynn and reed met if i feel like it?” well i’ve been struggling with
and i thought that i’d write something Just For Me to get me back in the swing of things.
VERY long stomach flu-oriented fic (planning for another few parts! this isn’t the last one!!), very self indulgent. warnings for mentions of scat, but nothing explicit. hope yall enjoy!
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Lynn groaned as she felt her phone buzz in her back pocket, every muscle in her body aching as she twisted to grab it. It was nearly too much effort to switch the too-bright screen on, let alone read the message with watery eyes. The first one was, apparently, from an hour ago.
>Reed: hey did u make it back home ok
>Reed: lynn
>Reed: are you ok
Lynn closed her eyes, resting her head against the cool metal side of the bathroom stall. She’d traded numbers with Reed after they’d walked her to the clinic before heading to class, where she’d promised to text them that she was okay prior to receiving an official diagnosis of “godawful stomach flu” with the proposed cure of “wait it out, if you can’t keep water down after a few hours then come back for an IV“.
>Lynn: not rly
Her head swam and her hands were shaking, making it hard to compose a message. Reed was already typing a response to her last text.
>Lynn: my roommate’s apparently a germophobe? and she wont let me into the room unless I’m not gonna puke
>Lynn: so ive just been like camping out in the lounge & now I'm like chilling in the bathroom
>Lynn: not great but
She leaned back, exhaling shakily as the stall swam around her. Fuck. She was pretty sure that her fever was increasing as she leaned back over the toilet seat, holding her hair back with both hands as she gagged softly, opaque saliva falling from her lips. She couldn’t bring anything up still, despite the constant sloshing of her stomach being an ever-present reminder of how much there still was in there. When the wave of nausea finally passed, she had two new texts.
>Reed: >:o!
>Reed: youre in the new dorm right
>Lynn: whats up
>Reed: ok I know i’m just some rando you met today but if you wanna crash on my couch or smth its gotta be more comfy than the lounge at 4am
>Reed: i promise i’m not a serial killer tho
Lynn groaned as she stood up, limping out of the bathroom and ignoring the disgusted looks of girls at the sinks -- she’d been gagging in that stall for at least twenty minutes -- only to find that some other couple had sat down on the couch she’d planned to sleep on. There were a few chairs, all hard wood, and she sat down in one of them as she wrote a response, trying hard to control her tears. She was just overemotional from fever, that was all. She hugged her stomach, rocking back and forth as she typed.
>Lynn: actually that would be great if that's ok w you
>Reed: great! ill be at yr dorm in like 15min, where should I meet you?
Lynn’s stomach lurched, and she ran out of the lounge again, falling to her knees for the fourth time that day. Just like every other time, she retched wetly, gagging and spitting wads of cloudy bile into the toilet, unable to bring up anything significant.
She managed to type out the word bathroom in-between heaves, and it seemed like no time had passed at all before there was a sharp knock on the door, then the creak of hinges opening.
“Lynn? You in there?”
She could only groan, but managed to unlock the stall door and stumble towards Reed, who grabbed her arm immediately, supporting her. “Woah, you’re not lookin’ so hot.”
The two of them were getting some very dirty looks from the other occupants of the bathroom, so Lynn tried to stumble towards the door, unable to get very far without leaning on Reed. “Not... Not feeling so hot either,” she said, pressing her free hand to her stomach.
“No shit, you’re burning up.” Reed pressed a hand to Lynn’s forehead, pulling it back in mock shock. “My car’s just in the parking lot, do you think you can walk there?”
Lynn hummed, trying not to open her mouth. Reed let her lean against them as she stumbled down the hall. She braced herself for the chill of the cold November air as they walked outside, but with Reed’s arm around her, she barely felt the cold.
“I’m just down the street,” Reed said, guiding her to what was apparently their car, “but I figured you wouldn’t wanna walk.”
Lynn swallowed back bile. “At this point, I don’t even... I don’t even care if you’re a serial killer, I just wanna lie down.”
“I think we can make that work.”
Holy shit, Reed was strong as hell, Lynn mused feverishly, leaning nearly all her weight on them as they transitioned her into the car with one fluid motion. They even buckled her seat belt for her, making some soft noise when she moaned in pain as the strap touched her stomach.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna head to urgent care?” Reed asked. “They might be better than the student health center, and you’re really not looking good.”
Lynn shook her head, a dizzying motion that took more energy than she had. “Nah... I just wanna rest.”
“If you say so.” There was that worried note in their voice again, and Lynn leaned her head against the seat as the car lurched into motion, and so did her stomach. “I think there’s some trash bags in the glove compartment if you need ‘em. I’ll try to drive safe, but this thing? Is kind of a beater. You should see what it’s like on ice, though.”
Lynn made a small noise of acknowledgment, wincing as they bumped over mounds of slush. Saliva pooled under her tongue, and she swallowed hard. Not here, she thought. God, please not in front of Reed. Her throat burned with acid, and she gripped her stomach tightly, one hand covering her mouth. Just as her tongue lifted with a strong gag, a plastic bag was shoved into her lap. Gratefully, she buried her head in it.
“You’re okay, just get it up,” she heard Reed say, and then, “Oh, god,” as hot, foamy bile splashed into the bag, followed by a series of gurgling burps. “You’re really not feeling well, huh?”
She shook her head miserably, spitting into the bag and eventually wiping away a thick strand of mucus on the edge of the plastic before twisting it shut in disgust. “God. No. My stomach hurts so bad.”
“Do you need to get out for a sec? Being in the car probably can’t help.”
“Maybe.” Her throat still felt tight, and she tried to force a burp as she fumbled with the car door, only to end up barely scrambling to undo her seatbelt in time as she retched again and again, mucus falling in a steaming pile in the snow. Stomach finally empty for now, she belched emptily, a cloud of condensation forming as she did so.
Lynn vaguely became aware that someone was rubbing her back, and when she turned, Reed was holding her steady. “Ready to go?” they asked.
Lynn scrubbed at her watering eyes. “Yeah, she said weakly as they helped her back into the car. “God, this must be so gross for you.”
Reed shrugged as they put the key in the ignition. “Eh. I’ve got a strong stomach. Not really easily grossed out, you know? Besides, you're sick, so it’s not like it’s your fault. Someone’s gotta help you”
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She managed to make it to Reed’s apartment without vomiting, though they did have to pull over several times so that she could take deep breaths out of the open window. Their apartment was several flights up, and they’d grimaced before slinging an arm around her shoulders, supporting most of her weight without even asking. Lynn didn’t even bother to protest -- they practically carried her up the stairs, but all she could care about was the fact that they were warm against her freezing skin.
“Okay!” Reed said, fumbling with the keys. “It’s not much, but at least I have a couch.”
Their apartment was small and cramped. The door opened onto a living room of sorts, with two faded couches forming a L-shape across from a TV. A slightly torn rug sat underneath a coffee table piled high with books and takeout boxes, and Reed rushed to clear it off, leaving Lynn standing by the front door, weaving back and forth.
There was a wall with an entryway seperating what Lynn assumed to the the kitchen area to her right, with another door closer to the entryway. On the left wall, close to where the couch sat, was a second door that was partially open. From the mess inside, she could guess it was Reed’s bedroom.
“C’mon in,” Reed said, gesturing to the couch. “Um, sit down, maybe? You look like you’re gonna die. Do you have any -- God, your roommate really kicked you out with nothing, huh? I was gonna ask if you wanted to change into, like, pajamas or anything, but you don’t even have a coat on.”
“Um,” Lynn said, still hovering awkwardly. “Yeah. She really didn’t want me to infect her.”
“Cool, cool. She’s an asshole.”
“Um --”
“No worries, I probably have something that’ll fit you.” Lynn very much doubted that, given that Reed had a good foot on her. “Do you need anything else? Like, food, we should probably make sure that you eat at some point? And I think that I might have some fever reducers somewhere around here --”
Lynn’s stomach cramped harshly. “Um,” she interrupted them, a note of urgency in her voice. “Do you have a bathroom I can use?”
“’Course! It’s that door--” Reed pointed to the closed door near the entrance Lynn had noticed earlier. “-- right there. Um, do you need help?”
Her guts churned again, and she managed a wan grimace. “I think I’ll be okay.”
Much to Lynn’s relief, their bathroom was almost shockingly clean. Her stomach still felt sore and achy after she’d finished expelling its contents from the other end; her nausea was fading for now, but the tightness in her throat and gnawing feeling in her stomach told her that she was far from done with this illness. She stumbled out of the bathroom, rubbing her aching stomach and nearly tripped over a pile of clothes on the floor.
“Those are for you,” Reed called from somewhere in the depths of the apartment. “Try ‘em on!”
Lynn retreated back into the bathroom, yanking her shirt off. The sweatpants Reed had provided just fit if the drawstring was pulled all the way, and their hoodie was a very loose fit, but the fuzzy inside felt wonderful against her sore stomach.
She sank down onto the larger of the two couches, which Reed had lined with sheets and stacked blankets on while she was gone. She pulled one up to her shoulders as Reed emerged from the kitchen area, carrying a mug of something steaming in one hand and a thermometer in the other.
“Hey,” they said. “Do me a favor and open wide, ‘kay? You’re not looking too hot, and I wanna know how worried I should be.”
“’s just the flu,” Lynn said weakly, but allowed Reed to slip the thermometer under her tongue. It beeped an agonizing minute later, and Reed winced at the number.
“102.3. That’s... not good,” they said. “I think that you should really rethink urgent care.”
Lynn groaned. “’M fine, really. Just need to rest.”
“Okay,” Reed said. “That’s fine, but I’m gonna need you to drink something first, okay? We’re gonna need you to keep some fluids down if you don’t wanna land in the emergency room.”
“‘Kay.” Lynn accepted a sip of the mug that Reed pressed into her hands. It was some kind of green tea, and it actually tasted... pretty good? “Thanks,” she whispered, her throat sore from fever and vomiting.
“No prob, dude,” Reed said, taking the mug from her hands. “Get some rest, okay?”
Lynn nodded, already drifting off into sleep.
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She was vaguely aware of being woken on and off through the next few hours, Reed coaxing her to sip ice water or take her temperature before letting her slip back into feverish dreams. When she finally fought her way back to consciousness, the room was dark. The digital clock glowing on the coffee table read 8pm. She’d texted Reed to get her at... what was it, 2?
Groggy, head spinning, Lynn sat up. She felt awful, overheated and sweaty. She could just make out the shape of Reed’s body around the corner at the kitchen table, the glow of their phone illuminating the outline of their face. As if on instinct, they turned to face her.
“Hey,” they said, scooting their chair back. “You okay if I turn some lights on?”
Lynn nodded, then, remembering that it was dark as shit, said, “Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Cool.” They turned on a lamp beside the couch, sitting at the end, near her feet. “How’re ya feeling? Your fever is still pretty high, d’ya think you could keep down some soup?”
Food? Ugh. Lynn made a face, but Reed pressed on. “C’mon, you need something in your stomach. Like, not just water, but actual nutrition, or you’ll just get sicker.”
Her stomach felt vaguely queasy, but Lynn shrugged. “I’ll try.”
“Great! I’ll warm some up for you.”
She dozed as the microwave ran and then beeped, and then Reed helped her sit up against the pillows with the bowl of soup in her lap. Her stomach gurgled as she ate, but seemed to accept the first swallow, so she did her best. She’d managed about three-quarters of the bowl when her stomach gurgled ominously, and she set it down.
“I don’t think I can eat anymore.”
“Okay, no problem,” Reed said. “Mind if I take your temperature again?”
Lynn shrugged noncommittally, and they whipped out the thermometer. She was glad when it beeped -- the whole time she was sitting up she’d been shaking with chills, and she quickly buried herself back under the blankets, swallowing a queasy burp.
They didn’t read out the temperature this time, just sighed. “If I leave you with some water, will you drink it? The most important thing right now is to keep hydrated.”
“Um. Sure.” Reed pushed forward a glass of water, and Lynn smiled shakily, but didn’t drink it. “I just don’t wanna puke again, you know?”
“Yeah, I get it. You must feel awful,” Reed said, and Lynn laughed hoarsely.
“That’s an understatement.”
“I get it. But you gotta drink something. You’ll feel worse if you don’t.”
Lynn hesitantly picked up the glass -- it felt too heavy in her shaking hand -- and cautiously took a small sip, and then another. To distract herself from the uneasy feeling in her belly, she asked, “Can I ask a personal question?”
“That depends... how personal are we talking? ‘Cause if we’re gonna get in there with the questions, you gotta buy me dinner first.” Reed wiggled their eyebrows, and Lynn felt a warmth that had nothing to do with fever run down her spine.
“Um. Why are you doing this?”
“What, talking to you? ‘Cause I’m bored, and there’s nothing on TV. I mean, if you want me to shut up, I can?”
“No! Like, taking care of a sick stranger you’ve never met. Like, gross sick.”
“Eh.” Reed shoved their hands in their pockets, looking away. “It’s what I would’ve wanted someone to do for me.”
There might have been a story there, but Reed looked a little down, so Lynn decided not to press. “Well. In that case, thank you. It’s appreciated.” Her stomach gurgled again, going from uneasy to actively nauseous in half a second. “Shit -” she gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth and throwing off the blankets.
Reed jumped up, maybe to help her, but she was already unsteadily standing, the cold air a shock to her system after staying under the blankets for so long. “Hmmmk!” she gagged, saliva flooding her mouth as she wobbled towards the bathroom as fast as her weak body would let her.
She didn’t make it.
Lynn was just in the threshold of the bathroom when her stomach lurched, squeezing as she heaved again, and she lost it, vomiting into her palm and all over the floor. The sink was closer than the toilet, so she lurched over to it, barely making it over the counter before undigested soup came flooding up her throat, forming a foaming mess in the basin. She heaved again, drawing in a ragged breath before she felt a large, calming hand on her shoulder.
“I’m so sorry!” she sobbed, tears running down her face. “I didn’t mean to -- I didn’t know I was gonna be sick, and I tried to get to the bathroom, I really tried --”
“Hey,” Reed said. “Hey. Lynn. Dude. It’s okay. That was kind of my fault anyways.”
“It’s not! I puked all over your floor, and in your sink --” The liquid was slowly draining now, but chunks of undigested noodles and chicken and vegetables were clogging the drain. God, what had she done? "I’ll clean it up, I promise!”
“You don’t have to worry about that, I got it,” they said softly. “Don’t make yourself more upset, you’ll get --” They sighed a little as she burped over the basin again, bringing up a torrent of chunky liquid. “--Sick.”
“Sorry,” Lynn managed when she was done dry-heaving. All that would come up was airy burps.
“Again,” Reed said, “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have forced you to eat or drink when you weren’t ready for it, and I definitely should’ve given you a trash can or something.” They shrugged. “Nothing that can’t be cleaned, so. Lesson learned.”
Reed guided Lynn over to sit on the closed toilet seat. “Sit here for me while I clean this up, okay? Just let me know if you start feeling bad again.”
Lynn took in a shaky breath. “Okay.”
Her stomach was cramping hard again, and she wrapped both arms around it, hunched over. Through a haze of fever, she watched as Reed, wearing a pair of dish gloves, scrubbed the sink and mopped the floor. Then, once the bathroom smelled of soap and disinfectant, they wet a washcloth with warm water and crouched down so they were eye level with her.
“Hey. I’m gonna clean you up a bit, okay?” Lynn nodded miserably, sweaty hair sticking to her face. She felt awful, shaking with chills and fever alternately, head swimming.
Reed gently wiped her face with the cloth, then her arms and hands. They re-folded it and rinsed it again, wringing it out and draping it against the back of her neck. She nearly gasped when it touched her skin. They’d used cool water this time, and it felt wonderful.
“There we go,” they said. “I bet you’re probably wanting a toothbrush or some mouthwash.”
God, she did feel gross. “Yeah,” Lynn croaked. “That’d be nice.”
“Cool, okay, good. Just stay here for a sec while I go grab some from the closet, okay?”
“Where else would I go?” Lynn’s eyes grew heavy. Sure, she had other places to go, but for now, she was glad to be right here.
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