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kxsagi · 2 days ago

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Hiii, first of all ur writing is AMAZING im giggling and swirling my hair every time I read ur work!!🤭

So I just wanted to request the bllk boy with a gf who's like the walking embodiment of the 20s baddie. Like she's just effortlessly serving cunt!💅

“𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐭”

a/n: thank you so much babes!!! i interpreted your request as 1920’s baddie! reader so i hope i did this right!

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, karasu tabito, isagi yoichi, ness alexis

itoshi rin

rin didn’t know he had a thing for women who insult him like he’s beneath them… until you walked into his life with a fur coat, feathered headband, and told him, “you look like you cry when your hair isn’t symmetrical.”

every time he talks, you tilt your head like you’re listening to the weather forecast.

he’ll mutter, “shut up,” under his breath and you’ll reply, “aww, is lil’ grumpy baby feeling shy?”

he swears he hates it. but his ears are red. his soul is trembling. but he’s never been more in love.

once you strutted onto the field in heels just to hand him water like, “hydrate, doll. you can’t be the best with dry lips and brother issues.”

karasu was there. rin’s entire bloodline felt that humiliation. and yet, he drank the water.

you’re the only one who can get away with calling him “pookie.”

itoshi sae

you? a flapper goddess in a champagne satin dress. him? emotionally constipated, internally combusting.

you walked past him once in a speakeasy-inspired outfit, and sae forgot his own name.

he said “hi,” and you just sipped your drink and said, “darling, are you speaking or sighing? i can’t tell.”

you keep asking him to “be a dear” and fetch things. sae, the football prodigy, literally gets up mid-conference call to bring you a feather boa.

you flirt with his brother just to watch sae visibly malfunction. “rin and i were just talking about how sharp his jawline is... don’t pout, baby. jealousy is so last season.”

you put your heel on his thigh once while fixing your anklet and that man forgot how to breathe.

but he stays silent. because he loves the fear.

kaiser michael

you two are a match made in diva heaven. he opens his mouth to flirt, and you hit back with, “did you think that sentence was going to make me fall in love or file a restraining order?”

you two do red carpet struts in your living room like it’s fashion week. mirror selfies? iconic. couple outfits? powerful. paparazzi energy in the way you take pics of each other.

he calls you “my queen,” you call him “my favorite delulu.”

you once told him, “i’m not impressed by your goals. i’ve had men score bigger in my DM’s.”

he immediately challenged them all to a 1v1. even the one who sent you a spotify playlist.

you gaslight him for fun like: “baby, i never said that. maybe you dreamt it because you’re obsessed with me.” and he giggles like you handed him a diamond.

shidou ryusei

you told him to “sit” once and he did it like a well-trained dog.

the amount of times he’s called you “mistress” unironically is concerning.

you once winked at him from across the club and he barked.

you flirt like a femme fatale and he flirts like he just got let out of an asylum. but somehow… it works.

he likes when you threaten him. “touch me again and i’ll throw this martini in your face.” “promise?” he whispers, already leaning in.

he calls you “mommy” in public. you slap him with your satin glove and he moans.

he once broke a guy’s nose for catcalling you, even though you were the one catcalling first.

mikage reo

rich meets rich, but you still act like you fund his lifestyle.

“reo, darling, i’m not wearing last season’s diamonds. be serious.”

he loves it. buys you matching fur coats just so you can post “mafia couple aesthetics.”

your couple photos go viral. you in silk and lipstick, him holding your purse like a good man.

you act like he’s your driver. “reo, the car. chop chop.” and he unlocks it like, “yes, your highness.”

you walked into his parents’ mansion once and said, “hmm. charming little place. very... modest.”

his dad blinked. his mom sipped wine. reo stared at you like you just painted the mona lisa with a martini.

nagi seishiro

he has no idea what’s going on, but he loves being dragged around like a clueless sugar baby.

you dress him up. force him into suits. comb his hair. “ugh, we can’t both be the hot one. i have a reputation to uphold.”

he shrugs and says “kinda annoying…” while letting you powder his nose.

he once fell asleep mid-date and you whispered, “i’ll kill you in your sleep if you embarrass me again.”

he nodded off with a smile. said it was the best nap he ever had.

you once handed him a rose and said “for your loyalty” like you’re a 1920s mafia boss. he’s still pressing it in a book.

he calls you “princess” and it’s not even sarcastic. you call him “my little white-haired handbag.”

karasu tabito

he thinks he’s the witty one until you verbally slap him across the face every three seconds.

he says “yo babe–” and you go, “unless that sentence ends with ‘i bought you a yacht,’ i’m not interested.”

he can’t keep up with your insults. you roast him in a jazz bar accent. “oh sweetheart, if brains were money, you couldn’t afford my attention.”

he’s obsessed with your nails. you tap them on his chest when you want something. he immediately folds.

he once dared you to call him “daddy” and you said, “aww, sweetie. i only call men with power that.”

he cried into his pillow that night. you tucked him in, kissed his forehead, and said “night night, champ.”

isagi yoichi

he thought he was the main character until you came along looking like a 1920s femme fatale straight out of a noir film – feathered dress, glossy lips, and a stare that says, “i could destroy your dreams and look gorgeous doing it.”

he tried to impress you with football stats and you just blinked and said, “sorry, darling, i don’t speak ‘mediocre.’ say that again in trophies.”

he went home and stared at his blue lock ranking like it personally betrayed him.

you compliment him with backhanded grace: “you’re cute when you’re not talking.” “i adore your work ethic. shame about your fashion sense though.”

he’s 50% offended, 50% aroused, and 100% devoted.

he’ll be practicing on the field and hear your heels click in from the bleachers like: “let’s go, superstar. show them why i let you hold my hand in public.”

he runs faster. shoots harder. tries to win for you like you’re the world cup and he’s nothing without you.

one time a girl flirted with him and you stepped in like, “aww, sweetie. he’s taken. but don’t worry, i’m sure you’ll find someone who doesn’t meet my standards.”

he almost proposed right then and there.

ness alexis

ness saw you once and immediately started sweating through his designer scarf. you said “hello” and he audibly giggled.

you? red lipstick, mink stole, and a voice like jazz and emotional damage. him? a blushing violin boy trying to play it cool while internally short-circuiting.

you asked him to dance at a gala and he said, “m-me? with you???” and you just took his hand like, “i don’t ask twice, sugar.”

he calls you “love” in a breathy, desperate tone like you’re the last woman on earth who’d ever give him the time of day.

he’s clingy, but polite about it. “can i carry your purse? can i hold your drink? can i kneel in front of you and beg to be your personal doormat?”

you flirt with others just to watch him melt. he once got jealous and you leaned down to his ear, stroked his cheek and whispered, “ness, darling… don’t pout. jealousy wrinkles are a poor man’s accessory.”

he swooned so hard he tripped over his own foot. you pat his head like a good pet. he wears it like a crown.

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sinag789tala · 3 months ago

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detey superheroes are lowkey kinda unexplored i scarcely see fanart of them but upon reflecting their origins w my best friend im ngl obsessed with it now

neither of them are aware of each other's identities in this one but there's lore, after greg and knight perished in the explosion yielding dog man, chief recognized there is prolly a "genuine threat" in petey the cat and his animosity towards dog man knows no bounds

so he took dog man off the force to protect him and instead gave him the option to become vigilante the bark knight

now the rest of the world believes greg and knight as Dead and without a greg or knight to help chase petey around he gets kinda lonely w/o anything to do,,,until new hero the bark knight starts patrolling the streets after hours! petey gets interested and makes a more Villain villain persona too or smth idk

anyway toxic yaoi u know the gist both r very fulfilled by these passionate fits of pursuit

cloning lil petey still happens down the line. lp and dm bonding still happens down the line. outside of the villain and hero personas, since petey doesn't do anything anymore as petey, he kinda passes off as normal. all the heat's on the new guy, so petey finally catches some semblance of a break.

petey and dog man meet outside of their personas, dog man still doesn't trust petey, petey has legitimately no idea who dog man is, but petey's at a point where he's pretty kind outside of villainy, and a really good father so dm's kinda conflicted n all that jazz.

yes. shennanigans.

i have a performance tomorrow and i'm gonna prepare for that but trust i WILL come back to this

#petey the cat #dog man #detey #hero x villain #hero #villain

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honeyydrunk · 1 year ago

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the nct fuckboy/fratboy agenda has me weakkkk omg give us more whenever u have the time ur so good!!!

ofc thank u !! they have me going delusional feral crazy barking and meowing !! let me do it for you let me write it out ANY MORE REQUESTS LEMME KNOW !!

part 1 link NCT COLLEGE FUCKBOYS PART 2 ten jeno jungwoo hendery yangyang renjun xiaojun winwin

ten lee chittaphon leechaiyapornkul is a whore. absolute whore. he's raising those neos into SLUTS. his reputation precedes him bc he is so pretty, so flexible, so ughhhhhhhhhhh !!!! like you see him for the first time and you know why people say he's got a body count bigger than his age. everyone wants to fuck himmm. he's so pretty, and even even prettier fucked out. messy hair and everything.

he's always flirting with someone new in the hallway when you see him. and like taeyong, his sex tapes get sent AROUND. people come up to him at school randomly and beg for 1 night w him. he's slept w all the neos at one point im sure about that.

you knew about how much of a SLUT bro was. but once you saw one of his sex tapes w johnny, you found yourself showed up outside of his class and begged for him. he responded that you should dm him w your application and he might get back to you about it. lee jeno 💪 bro is ur average athlete player fuckboy. THE cliche. smokes behind the benches, rich family, somehow top of the class. the one that everyone swears they won't fall for but they all want. you see a new girl on his arm each week and it hurts. but you've already fallen, it's just a matter of time. he'll start wearing you down and he didn't even know he did it. but you did. pulling the triangle technique when you lock eyes, catching you when you fall. and eventually he'll be right behind you when you shamefully admit to your friend that you want him. when he fucks you gone in his car? you know you need to get him to stay with you. you couldn't live without this. like you need his dick to even function. you've given up your life for him, just so that when he asks you're available to suck his dick.

JUNGWOO,,,, oh my god. he's so crazy. y'all remember the 2 baddies fuckboy jungwoo era. imagine that, but that's his default setting. man's still sugaring candy, but it's ur candy this time. he's sucking ur pussy if u didn't understand what doja said. he's the quiet slut. the whole school doesn't talk about him like they do mark, ten, taeyong and jeno. but when you see him? you're done for. batshit crazy delusional. his whole demeanour and personality is straight flirting, pulling his shirt up at every opportunity. the way he walks around the school with his sweet perfume trailing, he gets people going feral over him. people will just walk up and beg for him to fuck him, and ofc jungwoo obliges if they're hot enough.

he's so sweet when you taste him, like his cum is sweeter than sugar. his perfume too. everything about him is like a candy drug. a pretty moan when you suck him dry. he's so pretty and sweet that makes you cum too. genuinely, you start following him around school just so you can smell him. you don't even care it's creepy.

H E N D E R Y is the epitome of "so weird you forget he's hot." he's actually extremely popular. genuinely friends with everyone. people are a little hesitant because they know he's part of the neo slut gang, and they see him acting a little unusual special crazy. but they actually have a conversation with him and suddenly they realise, bro this guy is amazing. and jus like that he's friends with everyone.

but then, uh well here comes a strange phenomenon. you've only seen him being silly, a little whimsical even. but when you see him zoned out, or concentrating for once? ..... "oh". because you finally realise how beautiful he is. an actual prince. it's not exaggerated to say he's taken your breath away. you're in love. imagine how much it hurts to go to a party and realise that you're not the only one in the room that is. so many people had that exact experience as you. learning how beautiful he truly is, falling in love, and begging for him. you see him in the corner, zoned out from the loud music and watch one of the guys you're mutually friends with have that phenomenon right there and then, pulling him away to a cupboard.

the same thing happened 3 times that night. liu yangyang international exchange fuckboy. he doesn't realise he's a fuckboy though. with the whole funny and cute personality going on, he thinks he's just got an amazing ability to pull people. sleeping with a different person or multiple people at a party, to seeing someone new every day and asking for their instagram. bro doesn't even know about the horrendous reputation he's got. "dude people say i'm a slut? nahhh that's crazy."

yangyang is of the opinion he's just a funny chill guy. down for anything, including a little fun fuck times whenever someone asks. and while that's his reasoning, he doesn't quite understand how it looks to everyone else. a rich guy coming back from germany, taiwan, and wherever else for weekend getaway bender and driving to school in a luxury car with a new girl in it almost every day.

when he fucks? it's just like his personality. fun and hyper. bros fucking for a good time and with him it's definitely a good time. spilling cum on the luxury leather seats, tinted windows and a surround sound system. yeah,,,,, you see why he does this so often. it's genuinely so much fun. better make sure you give him a really good time though, so he invites you to his apartment next time.

renjunnie the most smug class president for some, and nct's little plaything to others. it really depends on who you ask. for people in his class, he is the most obnoxious, smug, annoying ahh know it all, with the biggest dick. (a stick up his ass which is obviously jenos). genuinely, every person he's tutored has ended up unfortunately eyeing him instead of the book. how did that end? with him being just as rude and bitchy as he fucks you. measuring how much he pleases you by how much you can answer while fucked out.

but for the ones that know of the dreamies having their way with him can't possibly see him as anything other than a little toy. the way the other six just devour that man is actually quite shocking. lowkey surprised bro can even walk.

xiaojun oh my lord. this man's moans are heavenly. you actually cum when you hear them. (lowkey think some czennie do when he hits those notes). he's part of the nct moaner gets passed around line with renjun, haechan, taeyong, and ten. horrid sex tapes.

he looks so beautiful. standing in front of the school performance during an assembly, halting everyone with his voice. if you could look around, you'd see everyone frozen. haunted by his siren song and face that launched a thousands wars. everyone in that room was looking at him, and only him. in that room, no one was in a relationship. how could they love anyone else except him.

countless marriage proposals, dowrys of billions. everyone in that room would give xiaojun the world in exchange for a sliver of his love. no joke someone has given him a car in exchange for his private instagram account. winwin bros got the cha eunwoo effect. the campus crush. he hangs out with the china line horrid fuckboys , yangyang hendery chenle. but who cares? that actually elevates his status. literally a rose in a garden of slutty ahh thorns. that's not to say he's not a giant fuckboy. he's just quieter about it.

with his quiet excuses, sneak dates an hour away, his subtle ways of affection. he says he doesn't want attention, so you can't publicly date. but that's just so the other girls won't find out. he doesn't even think he's dating you, just seeing where it goes. eventually you'll call it off, "making it easier on your friendship" you say. that's how he goes through so many girls.

taking you to a beautiful garden several hours out of the city, you think it's romantic. he uses a different phone to text with you, 'so the guys don't go through my regular one and tease you'.

enjoying the sunlight he's slowly fingering you so you're focused on his love, and not seeing what's right in front of you

tags: @stanskzorillkickyou you asked for yangyang bbg !!

prev: haechan, mark, johnny, yuta, jaemin, kun, chenle, jisung next: jaehyun doyoung, perhaps lucas sungchan shotaro

#nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #nct smut #ten smut #ten lee smut #lee jeno smut #jeno smut #jungwoo smut #hendery smut #yangyang smut #xiaojun smut #winwin smut

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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Someone New 7

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Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

Note: I am queuing this so who knows if Im still suffering.

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The morning is going splendid. You spilled your coffee and the tea you packed in a thermos, you left on your counter. The realisation doesn’t hit you until you pull up to the site. You huff and hang your head, gripping the steering wheel as you brace yourself for your caffeine withdrawal.

At least it’s dry. Mostly. As Thor forecast, the rain didn’t come until the night. The steady patter kept you awake, along with that lingering displacement that never quite leaves you. Fatigue is another constant. Your new normal; sleepless nights and sleepy days.

You get out and set to work. It’s all you can do. It’s all you’ve been doing. Just keep going. It doesn’t matter how, just get it done, get through the day.

You yawn at your task, brushing digging, oh so gently wiggling the little form. It’s almost out. Almost free. In your eagerness for some progress, you get careless. Your hand slips and the spearhead grazes our palm. Is isn’t until the stinging splits your skin that you realise it’s a slash.

Damn it, you didn’t put your damned gloves on.

Great, with the luck you’re having, you’ve just contracted some ancient virus. You hiss and grip your wrist. Your adrenaline triggers your heart. You take a few breaths to stay calm as you watch the blood bead to the surface.

You curse and stagger to your feet. You grab the rag from your back pocket and clutch it in your injured hand. You grip it tight as you cross the site, careful not to tread to heavily, and you angle the fencing to sidle between two panels.

You clumsily pull open the car door and reach under the seat. You always keep an emergency with you. It’s a rule of thumb for your sort of work. You never know what might happen. Bug spray, sunscreen, bandages, swabs, a hole trove of supplies.

You shake as the pain intensifies, thrumming through your palm. You come out and rest the plastic tote on the hood and sift through with your single hand. This is going to be awkward as hell. While you enjoy your solitary, it can sometimes be unsettling. What if something worse happened?

“Ruff, ruff, rrrrruffffff,” the growlish yet high-pitched barking comes from up the mountain road.

You pause as he peek under the rag and peer up as gravel mulches. Another visit? Your work is so boring, you wouldn’t expect him again. Thor appears as Thunder hops before him, spastic as she sniffs the ground in circles. He smiles and waves but you can only manage a grimace before you look back to your wound.

“Morning,” he booms as he scoops up the small dog and nears the other side of the car, “it’ll be a sunny one.”

“You sure?” You look up at the greyish blue skies, than at him. Hm, the hue of above is rather similar to his eyes.

“I know so,” he assures you and tilts his head curiously, “why are you so grim?”

You show him your hand as you lift the cloth from it. He lets out a sympathetic hum and sets Thunder on the ground. She runs over to inspect the fence as he rounds the hood towards you. As he gets closer, his size is even more obvious. He’s well-built, you can see it even at a distance, but up close and personal, he’s almost inhuman in stature.

“Yikes,” he offers his hand, “may I?”

“Really, it’s not—I can handle it.”

“I’m certain you can. Only the bravest woman would come to these grey lands and sit alone in the dirt,” he jokes. “Please, it’ll be easier with two hands.”

You relent, a tinge of embarrassment hot in your cheeks, and peel the rag away. You hold your hand out to him and he brings one of his large ones to cradle it. Wow. He’s massive. The difference in your hands is startling.

“Nasty cut,” he muses as he reaches over for the swabs you’ve piled out on the metal, “but it shouldn’t need more than a snug wrap.”

“Thanks,” you look away, eyeing the dirt as his proximity makes you squirm.

You can’t remember the last time a man touched you, especially a handsome one. Well, aside from Sam and Bucky but those were just hugs and usually ended in them arguing anyway. You’ve never been the most popular girl in the world and those men you managed to reel in didn’t stay on the hook very long. You never really tried to keep them. You were always too distracted.

You wince as he wipes the cut with the alcoholic cloth. He softens his touch but holds your hand firm from beneath. He offers a rumbling apology as he focuses on tending to you. His intent is new to you. The way he looks at your palm holds more than any look you’ve ever gotten from a man. Or anyone.

He crumples up the used wipe and takes another. He’s thorough. You feel a shiver roll through you despite the warmth in the air. He trades the wipe for the roll of gauze and wraps the strip around your hand, hooking over your thumb and looping your wrist. He uses the little metal clip to pin it then turns your hand over, brushing his own over it as he grins.

“Good as new,” he announces, “though I recommend you not use it too much. And perhaps a pair of gloves.”

“Yeah, I forgot. Long day.”

“It’s nine in the morning?” He chuckles.

“Yep,” you agree dryly.

“Hopefully it gets better,” he says.

“Yeah, maybe,” you agree dully and toss the things back in the tote.

He picks it up before you can and keeps it from your reach, “like I said, you should take it easy.”

“Well, there’s work to be done,” you say as he moves to the open door and slides the tote inside. “What are you doing back here?”

“Ah, I let the queen lead the way,” he stands straight and closes the car door. He looks past you and your head perks up. Thunder is very quiet. “As ever, she does not tread with caution.”

You turn to find the chihuahua inside the fence. You jump in place and sprint over, clattering between the panels as you call after her. “No, no, sweetie, be careful!”

You chase her around where you were digging as you sense Thor watching from without. Great! You hope she didn’t pee anywhere.

A sharp whistle pierces the air and Thunder stops. She sits in place, still wiggling, but doesn’t move. You peek back at Thor and he nods. You near her and pick her up.

“Sorry about her, she is a free spirit,” he tuts as you cross back to him. “I will be certain she does not stray again. My apologies.”

You’re taken aback by his sincerity. You try to remember the last time someone apologised to you and sounded like they meant it. Hell, when’s the last time you even got an apology. You dip out between the grating and hold out the dog.

“I would hate to get in your way any more than we already have,” he hugs her with one arm and spreads his other hand over his chest, “we will be on our way. I do hope the sunshine brings some brightness to your day.”

“Um, thanks,” you shift on your feet and hide your twiddling fingers. “You too.”

“I’ve already found my sunlight,” he grins even wider and blinks, “now, Thunder, let’s go make a storm somewhere else.” He twists on his heel and lumbers off, “perhaps mother might put up with you for a time.”

You stand just outside the fence and watch him go. A lock of his golden hair hangs loosely form his bun, dangling down his back, wagging almost like the dog’s little tail. He bounds over the lumpy ground and disappears behind the rock face. You look down and smile.

Not everything is so bad and you can see the amber ribbon limning the clouds. The sun will be there soon. Just like he promised.

💟

Thor comes back again.

It’s a week since you cut your hand. Like before, you can’t predict him. You don’t hear him approach as he’s alone. You only notice him as he clangs something on the fence and lets out an ‘oops’. You pop your head up and look over at him through squinting eyes. Your forehead hurts from the expression.

You smooth out your face and stand, facing him. He wiggles a metal canister in his hand. The wind sweeps the strands around his square jaw as the sky pulses in shades of gray behind him.

“Thought you might like some hot tea,” he holds up the thermos.

“Oh, uh... you didn’t have to...” you look at the sky and its quivering blanket. You’ve been pondering packing up for the last hour. “Thanks.”

“Not to worry, I was restless.”

“And you always go walking through the mountains when you’re bored?” You wonder as you step around the markers in the dirt.

“I live here, there isn’t very much else to do and it isn’t a good day for swimming.”

“Swimming?” You nod and click your tongue. “Sounds like the life to me.”

“Mm, it can be rather languid when there isn’t work to do,” he turns the thermos in his hands as he talks, “Have you tried cloudberry?”

“Cloudberry? Never heard of it.”

He pokes the thermos between the panels and you take it. He pushes the barrier back into place between you, hooking his fingers into the links. You feel the warmth through the copper-coloured metal.

“You didn’t have to come all this way for tea,” you laugh.

“I wanted to ask after your hand. See how it’s healing,” he says.

“Oh, uh,” you open and close your gloved hand, “just a scab now. I’m all good.”

He smiles and keeps himself from leaning to heavily as the fence dips towards you. He coughs and realigns his feet, brushing back the looses strands around his face with a flick. He pushes his shoulders back and drops his hand.

“So uh, you should try the tea. I put together the herbs myself, steeped it...” he bounces on his heels, “I suppose it’s not that impressive but it is good. Antioxidants, anti-inflammatory.”

“Wow, sounds like one of those superfoods,” you scoffs as you pull of your glove and tuck it into your work belt. You untwist the cap and steam wisps out. You smell the tea and blow over it. You look up and find him watching you. “You’re starting to make me nervous, what’s in it?”

“Just tea,” he assures. “I can’t lie to you, though. It wasn’t my idea. My mother suggested it. She’s very interested to see what you’re digging up but I’m afraid she can’t do much at the moment.”

“Oh, your mother? Is she sick?”

“She is in perfect health aside from her dislocated knee. She went rock climbing and well, accidents happen, eh?”

“Yeah, sure do,” you show him your cut. “But they get better.”

A lull rises as you take a dainty sip. The tartness tweaks your cheeks and you scrunch up your nose.

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s... different but not bad,” you say. “So, your parents live up here too?”

“Mm, yes. I’m afraid I’m occupying their attic at the moment. I sold my home in Oslo, it was much too... cold.”

You can’t help but snort, “it’s Norway.”

“Ah, so it is. I should be used to it,” he agrees. “And how are you faring here? Have you adjusted to these dour lands?”

“Eh, I’m trying,” you put the lid back on and turn it until tight. “Thanks for the tea.”

“My pleasure,” he assures you. “Seems lonely work.”

“I don’t mind it,” you shrug and cross your arms, tucking the thermos beneath one arm.

“Interesting though. Have you found very much?”

“Ugh, a spearhead and some pieces of the shaft. A vase, cracked though. Some beads.”

“Beads,” he echoes thoughtfully, “is this all confidential?”

“Not really, you wanna see?”

“Very much so,” he says.

“Right, uh, let me just...”

You go back to where you were sat and plant the thermos in the dirt. You scurry around, overly aware of his observation, and go to the pin of your catalogued items. You find the bone beads and brings the little dish of them over to the fence. You hold them up as he peers between the links.

“They have runes,” he intones.

“Yeah, I’ve got the meaning of all of them except, er...” you pull out the single bead made of jade, “this one.”

He hums and considers it closely, leaning in.

“Not a rune. That’s a family symbol.”

“Oh?”

“My family’s.”

“Wow, uh,” you lower your chin, “that’s... I... kinda feel like a thief.”

“Can’t have cared very much about it if it’s down there,” he remarks, “you know, my father has mapped out much of our genealogy. As much as he can. He might be able to assist with your research, if he can find the time. Bit of a hermit these days.”

“Oh, uh maybe, I’d hate to bother,” you smile sheepishly, “erm...” you look around, “where’s Thunder? Awful quiet without her.”

“She’s keeping mother company. I’ve told her not to be too much of an imp, can’t have her making it worse,” he shakes his head. “The two of them are both stubborn as the other.”

You can’t help the twitch in your eye. All this talk of your family has you suddenly homesick. You fight not to crack and swallow tightly.

“Anyway, thanks again for the tea.”

“Your parents must miss you,” he says abruptly.

“Erm, yeah, my mom calls now and then but she’s better as an empty nester. Dad’s got his head under a hood most days so...”

“Friends? Boyfriend?” He wonders.

You arch a brow. He’s not very subtle and yet his inquiry can’t be anything but innocent, right? You’re still strangers. He can’t be into you. Not someone who looks like him. How long did you pray for Steve to even see you like that? This man is definitely not going to.

“Friends. Sam likes to pester me when I should be sleeping and Bucky... they’re funny.” You sniff and gaze past him. You won’t mention that giant elephant in your head. The one you think about at night.

“Lots to miss back home, it sounds like,” he breaks the silence before it can settle.

“Yeah, but not every day you get to travel.”

“And to a beautiful land,” Thor declares, “I hope one day you’ll come out of the dirt and see more of it. You’ll be surprised what lays further up the mountain.”

You smile and look down, “yeah, maybe one day.”

“Until then,” he backs up on his heel, “I won’t distract you any further. Enjoy your tea.” He turns and strides away, pausing halfway as you linger by the fence, “the rain will be here around five so I would leave early, otherwise you’ll be driving through it.”

“Right,” your chest deflates just a little. You don’t know what you wanted him to say but you’re disappointed, “thanks.”

#thor #steve rogers #thor x reader #steve rogers x reader #series #someone new #angst fic #grayish fic #mcu #marvel #au #fic #captain america #avengers

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b1mbodoll · 1 year ago

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GLASSES HEE AT 1K NOTES … lets all kiss <3

#♡.gabi barks #ehehehe #im so happy #i need to write bimbo rdr more often bc thats literally The Gabi Brand #also bcs of the Evil Little Witch (/pos) in my dms talking abt leehan n his bimbo #its me im his bimbo btw #guys he’s genuinely so dreamy im abt to change my bio from jakeys mutt to leehans bimbo idk…

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pvppyapollo · 7 months ago

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PINNED!!

some general info about this blog :)

posted: nov.28.2024

last updated: april.15.2025

info below the break <3

hi! my name is apollo. you may also call me charli. i am a 22 year old (2002) bisexual trans man who is ambiam and happily taken.

if you want to support me financially i will redirect you to ways to support me via dms.

i am new-ish to NSFW tumblr but i have been on NSFW twitter for 4 years. i am a sub-leaning switch & vers.

i am NOT going to detransition. i may have content on here about detrans kink, but i will not be ACTUALLY detransitioning. i've been on T since may 2022, and i am currently on a waitlist for top surgery. i am very comfortable with my identity. i will step away from this blog occasionally for my mental health.

THIS BLOG IS ALL FANTASY. risk-aware consensual kink: RACK.

my partner does not have a NSFW tumblr but i am owned and claimed by him; we also have a dynamic with 2 other people. i am not looking to expand beyond them. i am looking for friends n others who enjoy the same kinks as i do.

i am faceless on all of my NSFW platforms. this is not something i am willing to compromise on ever <3 you would have to pay me a LOT for me to face reveal.

some rules:

if you are sending me nudes, i have a $2 fee per photo. $5 for ratings.

minimum $5 per nude from me. i will make a menu eventually? maybe?

nudes will never include my face! hard limit. would have to spend a pretty penny to see it.

i consent to anon asks of any kind (minus nudes), rape threats, and (legal) porn in my messages. nyou can also send asks for things you want my partner to do to me <3

i enjoy personal asks and i am pretty open. if something breaks a limit or im uncomfortable i won't respond (which is fine!)

my safeword is Snowflake or ❄️

my pronouns are he/him.

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dovspeaksbeast · 8 months ago

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[WHO'S THAT BEAST? WHO'S THAT BEAST?]

hello I am a werewolf on the internet and on the internet you can call me Dov (pronounced like "dove" as in past tense of "dive") . the name Dov means bear which I think is really funny because I am a wolf.

i am an adult male in my early 20s. i consider myself to be both human and beast at the same time. hence werewolf. being a werewolf feels like home. i use the term semi-loosely. I might call myself a wolf or a dog. or other beastly things. my experiences do not line up exactly with the stereotypical werewolf depiction. it is a word i think accurately describes me and my relationship to “humanity”. the word “alterhuman” works too. i don’t like labelling myself for the most part.

i’m a musician and music is pretty much my whole life but also i love any kind of art ever. I love nature and the woods and bones and dark lakes and that big ol’ moon. and the ocean and seashells and salt and deep blue. i have always had a deep affinity my entire life for anything surreal and the bizarre things that come out in the night and the strange world of dreams. sometimes I just post silly words. I like anything that can be described as “liminal”, which is also a word that describes me.

i am gay and cisgender . trans/nb/gnc folks are forever welcome with open arms and safe on this blog . i love u . queerness is the coolest thing ever

any nonhumans , therians, alterhumans, otherkin etc. are of course cherished and welcome here as well <3

my dms are always open and if you are respectful i am a very friendly beast that loves to bark and wag my tail and make new friends!!! :))))

asks are lovely too, I’ve just turned off anon asks. if you have nice things to say i wanna know who you are and i would love to chat and hang out and be friends . I promise im very silly. if you have mean things to say , at least say it to my face, person to person, and don’t hide behind anonymity like a coward.

pls come say hi!!!!

DNIs:

minors please don't interact. minors interacting with this blog makes me uncomfortable. this is a mostly sfw blog but i may post nsfw occasionally. also just a warning i am a werewolf and may occasionally post gory/unsavory things .

homophobes fuck straight off. transphobes/TERFs fuck straight off. any queerphobes fuck straight off . you are not worth my time and energy.

my culture is a core part of who i am and if you are an antisemite i will block you. i will also block you if you don’t believe palestinians deserve to live as free and dignified lives as anyone else.

I do not want pro-contact paraphiles here. period. please. no ed or s/h blogs PLEASE.

if ppl are rude and annoying to me i will not engage with you i will just block you.

anyways WELCOME TO MY SILLY WOLFY BLOG AROOOOOOO

(painting is "Glow" by Kim Dorland)

#werewolf #beast speak #alterhuman #wolf #hi tumblr

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c-u-c-koo-4-40k · 8 months ago

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The Silver Dragon Cometh - Part 2

Summary: A chance to relax and make new friends has turned into a battle for life and death. Lullaby must push to the Limit if they want to have a chance of saving their Primaris psychers from being forced under the thumb of Stormbreaker.

This be a second part! Read this previous part first! Here!

Next Fic in the Series (Under Construction) IM SO SORRY ITS HERE I DIDNT REALIZE I HADNT ADDED THE LINK!

What started it all! Here!

Tags: Second part of an amazing fic in a series of amazing fic with amazing contributions from @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan Characters from @kit-williams and @sleepyfan-blog make an appearance as well. (If I've forgotten to mention you and used your character just dm me I'll get that added)

@felinisnoctis @bleedingichorhearts @egrets-not-regrets @passionofthesith @bispecsual @barn-anon

Warning: More Fighting, description of injuries, blood, cursing, mental breakdown, and visions of what Could be.

It's like your eyes have finally been opened. Remnants of Silver Tinted magic cover the ground, eagerly being sucked up by your roots. The more they absorb the more clearly you see.

They don't grow straight, instead they grow in a circle; spreading around you. Above the roots is a dome of similar color and glow, it reminds you of a mushroom cap, of which you would be the stem. And In the dome you see…your friends.

You don't know how, but as you look at the colors, and that your roots are touching them…you know who is who in an Instant.

Jophiel's glow is red, Thressel an icy blue, Kerubiel is dark green, and Naneal seems to have an uneven mix of red and Blue. You glance over to the others, and when your roots touch them you let out a deep breath of relief.

They're alive, you can see and feel it. They're duller, marking them as non psychers but they're Alive. Khopesh is dark blue, Ramiel is purple, Olly is regular blue and Cedric…Cedric has a deep purple that is slightly more red. Not what you expected but you're just so happy they're alive!

And you're Not going to stand by any longer! You zero in on the large Silver Glow, and the silver remnants that seem to be clinging to your friends, and you tell your roots to Pull! And Push!

Claude blinks, he…he can suddenly think clearly. Above him Storm Breaker is still going on about how Inevitable his defeat is, how he should Stop resisting, how Pathetic him and his friends Are for causing this worthless struggl-

“SHUT UP!” Claude snarls lunging with speed and ferocity he didn't know he had. In fact, he suddenly feels like he's Bursting with energy! Like he can do anything!

And Anything includes landing a Solid fucking hit on Storm Breaker's dumb motherfucking silver face!

S-MASH! CHUNK! The Gray Knight actually staggers back at the impact. What the hell?! He's still exerting his psychic power. He Shouldn't be able to do that. “SCOUT! STAND DOWN I ORDER YOU TO-!��

“Do you Ever, STOP FUCKIN YAPPIN?!” Thressel snarled, he doesn't understand Why he can stand but he's not going to pass up this opportunity. He bolts for the Silver Bastard.

Draco scans his head back and forth, seeing all the Scouts can suddenly stand.

“Impossible! STAND DOWN!” He commands, unknowing that with every word spoken his psychery feeds your roots And your friends. None of it even reaches your Space Marines…not in the way Draco intends anyway.

Nanael and Jophiel take to the air, you carefully control the size of your dome so it covers them. It seems just being in the dome is giving them access to the power pulled by your roots.

Draco begins to lose ground, backing up as he's assaulted by Thressel, Claude and Kerubiel on the ground, and Nanael and Jophiel swooping down like birds of prey. He barely manages to fend off their blows, which are Unnaturally forceful, and any psychic barking he continues to try falls on deaf ears.

Behind him you see the others stir, Khopesh places his hands to the ground and forces himself up, grinning like a vengeful predator. Cedric and Ramiel feel their armor loosen and they stand as well.

You look to Olly, waiting with baited breath, and then you see him stir. He raises to his full height.

“Yes!” You cry joyfully, but you can't move due to the strain of using your power. You're also starting to feel nauseous, you've never absorbed this much before.

You have to control the flow so it doesn't zap your comrades. But that means a lot more is sitting inside you and your mycelium than it normally would. But you push through! You won't lose focus! You can't lose focus!

Khopesh, Ramiel, Cedric, Claude, Olly Thressel, Jophiel, Nanael, and Kerubiel all turn their empowered attacks on Draco, now severely outclassed and outmatched.

Fuck! He isn't sure how this could happen, he'll have to retreat again. How humiliating! A lightning claw slashes across his helmeted face, and he sees the awful grinning gaze of one of Curze's spawn looking at him through the helmet he wears.

Shit! But, he might be able to let out one more psychic blast. It would give him cover to escape!

Nothing…

He tries to focus his power again…but it slips away. No. NO! IT CANNOT END LIKE THIS!

“RAAAAAAAAAAA!” A familiar weight Rams into his side and he finds himself pinned beneath the Dumb Gutsy Ultramarine!

The others descend like Vultures, his left arm and his legs are impaled, only his right arm is free.

And it's here pressed to the ground he feels it. That same faint presence he'd sensed before, could this be…the reason for his undoing?

Draco musters up the Last of his psychic power, and opens his eyes to his warp sight. And what he sees makes his stomach turn.

Writhing over him like Maggots are hundreds…no Thousands, of roots. He realizes the subtle pull he felt before was his Power being drained, and he can even see the blips of silver leaving him, and going into the scouts above him, making their auras flare brighter.

But this cannot be their doing! So Draco focuses, staving off his failing consciousness, sending his sense along the roots to find their source.

And then he sees it…a small, fragile, Insignificant soul, the same color of the roots, and at their epicenter. Aaaaall the way across the clearing…it's not the soul of a space marine…it's the soul of a Human.

An average, normal, Pathetic Baseline is the reason for his failure!? He won't, he won't Tolerate this!

He wrenches his Right hand up and snags his Demon's Bane blade, slashing at the heretical psychery pinning him down with the mighty psychic fury given to him by the Emperor of Mankind. Only to recoil in Horror as the roots grow more fiercely, fed by his attempt to destroy them.

He truly has no more left to give, yet he still snarls and tries to attack- but for some reason it’s like everything has slowed down- he looks around sharply and snarls at the young Chaplain, “You- dare?!”

Ramiel is finally able to activate his Tempormortis- knowing that he’d only have one chance to use- it to slow down time in a bubble around him- in a very small area, but it would be enough to help keep the bastard down.

“Time dilation is active!” Ramiel barks out- the glowing large hourglass whirling and humming in his grasp. “I don’t know how long it’ll last against a Gray Knight- GO! We can pin him!”

Cedric pulls out from his med kit that he always keeps on him a fast-acting knockout drug a wrenches off Captain Storm Breaker’s helmet and jabs it into his neck and the drug hits his veins quickly- and the draining effect of Lullaby’s Mycelium network, as well as the fight is rendering the Silver Bastard Unconscious in seconds.

He manages one Final defiant gasp towards the reason for his failure, you feel his murderous rage through your roots. “Y-you!”

You grit your teeth against the urge to vomit, wrap your control as Tight around your power as you can muster though your vision vaivers and Yank! the last bit of consciousness from Draco's desperate hands with one final shout.

“SHUT the FUCK UP! And GO the FUCK TO SLEEP!!!”

Ramiel gasps sharply and bows his head, murmuring silent prayers to the God Emperor as the Tempormortis takes it’s toll from him.

A beat passes, where otherwise nobody moves…

Claude speaks to Cedric without moving a muscle from where he's holding Stormbreaker. “Is he Truly down?”

Cedric nods. “Yes…now we must restrain him. That drug is meant to down Normal Astartes, I have no idea how long it will last on…Him.”

Khopesh sneers a bit. “I'd say why bother with restraint? We should simply kill him.” He growls. “Then again…killing him Slowly…yes we should find a way to keep him still.”

Cedric doesn't respond…but he doesn't disagree either.

“He’s a bastard… but he’s a Loyalist,” One of the other Primaris Marines murmurs- as they strip Storm Breaker out of his armor and fling his weapons, carefully to the side. You can’t tell which of them said it. You can't…you can't really focus well on-anything…at the moment…

“As much as his death would be… satisfying,” Kerubiel says, and means it, as he pulls out Astartes Grade Restraints- and slaps a Psyker blocking collar on Stormbreaker’s neck- making sure to have it almost cutting off the bastard’s airway with how tight is, “The fucker is a powerful Pskyer- and that’s an, unfortunate rarity here.”

You dropped your power the moment you heard Cedric say he was out. And now that the danger has passed you…you Really didn't feel good. Jophiel’s head snaps over to Lullaby- a flash of insight has him bolting over to their side.

“G-guys I-ne-need- Help-p!” You could still see and worse Feel the power surging in your roots all over your body, too much, It's T-Too Much!

Jophiel hesitates for a moment before carefully grasping your hands- try and help absorb the excess power. “Let go- use me as a grounding rod. Push it into the ground.”

You tremble, but you nod. Push, push, push push Push! “U-ulp! AhAH-AHHHHHHHH!”

Some of the power goes through Jophiel, but it's not enough for the overflow as it forces its way out of your hands And your mouth!

The waves of the psychic scream ring deafeningly in the air and the force bends your neck up to the sky. The rest crackles through Jophiel into the ground. You're practically blown off your feet by your own sound waves, and any part of the picnic that wasn't already destroyed in the fight is thrown aside and over.

You slump to your knees, and pass out. Jophiel catches you and curls around you protectively as his knees buckle, all that is heard from him is a muffled, “ow.”

Khopesh was already running over the moment he saw Jophiel move, and he was only stopped for a moment by the scream. He frantically claws and scrambles toward your passed out form.

“Lullaby is alive,” Jophiel says, gently shoving their unconscious body into Khopesh’s arms, “m’brain is … floaty.”

Khopesh feels tears, literal tears coming to his eyes, fuck! He shouldn't cry in front of a Scout, and he Knows it will be hell to explain what just happened with Lullaby to the others, but he's so happy and grateful his Lullaby is alive he, as Karlsor would say, DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK. Without thinking he pulls the Scout in and Knocks their foreheads together, gently. In his urgency he swaps to Nostraman. “Thank you, Younger brother. I owe you a debt of 50 million lifetimes.”

Jophiel accepts the touch with a nuzzle- little flickers of spectral light sparking in his eyes can be seen, even by non-psykers before he closes his eyes.

“W’come,” Jophiel says, flopping back on the ground, feeling very… sparkly. His feathers are very fluffed out- as is his hair. As if he’d stuck a metal fork into an electric socket. Or well, the Psychic version of one anyways.

Cedric runs over and begins to check the two over. Olly, though battered with a developing black eye, says the obvious.

“We have a better methods of treatment at the Base, if they're stable, let's move them.” He says.

Thressel agrees with a “Keru and I can handle carrying the big silver witch bitch…but what do we do if he starts wakin?”

Olly squares his shoulders, leans down and wrenches a cinder block sized rock from the earth near his feet. “I will do what I Must.”

Khopesh is stunned but laughs in delight. “Now That, is proper intimidation, good Work Brother!”

Olly nods solemnly. “Thank you…I will Do what I Must.”

Nanael looks at him. “...You want to hit him with the rock right now don't you?”

Olly nods. “Yes,”

Thressl barks out a delighted laugh at that. “Oh- I understand that want.” His eyes glitter with a mean sort of humor as his eyes sharply assess the Silver Uber Witch Bastard. His skin color is rippling red, and lightly tanned, and his eyes are changing colors. “Anyone else still feel super charged or what?”

“It will recalibrate his thinking,” Olly says innocuous. It’s that tone that Khopesh, as an older brother knows that Little brother is trying to pull some fuck-shit. “Mental recalibration is good for a person, after all. It’s in the Codex Astartes… somewhere.”

“It’ll give him a concussion,” Cedric says, trying not to laugh. “A Psyker with a concussion is suboptimal.”

Claude snarls, “A psycher with his Personality is suboptimal. I've sent a vox to Hura and Anrir. Let us not delay further.” Claude says, he approaches Khopesh who's holding you. You're stable, he can hear your heartbeat and breathing, but the thought that he'd be taken away from Khopesh and you…from his Claw…that you and his brothers could be Hurt.

He suppressed another snarl, and elects to leave the destroyed picnic to be cleaned up later. Your group and their captive make their way back to the base.

Nanael, Kerubiel, Thressl and Cedric are carrying Stormbreaker- Ramiel has packed up the bastard’s armor and weapons and is carrying it. Olly is watching the bastard for one wrong movement as he’s got the hefty rock in one hand, and the bastard’s head in the other.

They are met halfway to Rot Bone base- Karlsor and Hura meeting them- a trauma kit- and worried expressions on their faces.

“What happened?!” Hura asks, as he heads to check up on Lullaby, “Follow me- I’ll show you a less monitored entrance to bring Lullaby- the armor- and whoever that is in.”

“Who the fuck is that?!” Karlsor asks them as he reels back, “Fucking silver glowing shit head. Curze damn. He’s strong.”

Khopesh grinned, still shaken and coming down from the adrenaline high. “Indeed, but we achieved victory!” He's so taken up with it, he doesn't notice Kerubiel giving him a side eye.

“Well done boys!” Karlsor says with a proud, vicious grin, “Does that fucker need one of the special cells?”

Karlsor’s smile fades as he does a head count, “Where is Jophiel?”

He’d spotted only one set of fluffy wings.

Jophiel staggers after them- feeling off kilter- and like someone rearranged his brain. Ogh. He’s never felt that much power get channeled through his body. Ow. His bones. His brain. His Psyker ‘muscles’. Oogh.

He’s just gonna. Sit back down. “I’ll… clean up the mess.” Jophiel tells the others, hoping that his speech doesn’t sound as slow and slurred as it does to his ears.

There were Laws against making messes- now if his eyes would stop crossing and giving him overlapping images- as his brain starts to whirl and he feels the prickle-murmur feeling as he’s consumed by Visions of What Could Be, What Might Be, and What Was.

He barely managed to grab one of the cups before unconsciousness claims him.

Back at the base, You stir, dizzy and still exhausted. “Jophie? Where's Jophie?” You slur, and suddenly you feel a rush of pained sadness overcome you. “O-olly! Clauuude! W-where's Jophie! s’Not s-safe. Need't'be here, where's safe! Evry'bdy nee's to be Safe!” You hear Khopesh cooing, trying to soothe your frantic but loopy mind. You can tell you're being held by him at least.

“He was right- behind… us…” Olly says turning towards where he’d last noticed Jophiel, “Shit. He’s likely back at the Picnic site, taking a nap.”

“We’ll get him,” Claude says soothingly, dropping his section of Draco with only minimal warning to the other’s carrying the bastard. “I’ll grab him.”

“Everyone, sh-should be here! Silver bastard ruined it! Ruined our p-picnic!” Much like the psychery that had blasted out of you, you now couldn't stop your emotional breakdown from pouring out of you. “He ried to-take them ‘way, he H-hurt Olly! Hurt eve’ry’body! He ruined my c-cake!” Indeed during the fight or your scream Everything got ruined you sniffle and hiccup. “I worked Hours g-getting it j-just right and you- non’o You got to Have a p-ie-iece!” You sob into Khopesh's embrace, who strokes your back, and continues to coo.

“We can make another cake, together,” Cedric offers, soothingly, he can tell that part of this is the reaction to the shock of the danger that you had been in, as well as the over-use of psykery can cause emotional dysregulation. Also adrenaline and coming down from it can be a bitch to handle.

While you sob, another individual is stirring. Not like he can do anything about it, but he does wake enough to see…clinical white walls, the Bratlings and- “Y-you…Witch!” He rasps.

Your sobbing turns to rage, and it seems you've got One last little bit of extra psychery left to expel. You don't even mean to, you just shout. “SHUT UP!!!”

The blast wave is smaller, but it hits, causing the silver bastard real back and start cursing. As promised Olly raises his rock.

Only for Anrir to weave in before he can swing down and administer another dose of ‘go the fuck to sleep’ juice, right into Stormbreaker’s neck.

“Aw… I wanted to do some manual mental recalibration with a blunt instrument,” Olly said with a slight pout on his face as he puts his arm back down that had the rock. He’d had an almost manic gleeful look on his face when he spotted Stormbreaker start to wake up and lunged for him with the Rock.

Anrir returns the syringe to its place calmly. “I admire your Enthusiasm scout, but Patience first…” He turns to the room as a whole. “What. Happened.” He asks, leaving no room for debate.

No one says a word at first. Eventually Kerubiel speaks up, he actually seems to be in indignant disbelief. “What happened?! What Happened is that We find out This! Is what you all have been hiding from Us!?” He snarls sharply at his fellow Primaris as he points to You. Khopesh shifts you protectively. “Did you Really think we'd just…let that go?! That you wouldn't be questioned when a Human Baseline let off a psychic scream loud enough to deafen the surrounding area!?”

“What the hell are you Playing at!? Who is this Really?!” He demands.

Anrir regards the Scout, looking almost bored with his display. He turns back to Kalrsor and speaks in Nostraman.

Khopesh perks up when he hears. “No we can't make him disappear,” in the conversation, which causes Anrir to sigh.

Anrir turns back to Kerubiel. “I've heard you Dark Angels are excellent at keeping secrets…and given what you've seen today I hope that's true of All present in this room.” He says striding over to Khopesh. “This,” He says, gently tapping your head as you slump against Khopesh, “Is possibly the First recorded psycher of the Baseline populace in this instance of ancient terra.”

“Their abilities are exceptionally unique, and I say you owe them All a debt of thanks for aiding you in your battle with this…specimen.” Anrir's lip curls with barely contained disgust. He has neither forgotten nor forgiven what happened last time.

Thressl seems shocked. “Wait…so the boost we felt was…from them??”

Anrir nods, “Indeed! And the weakening of your Enemy was from them as well. For that is the essence of their power! To draw and redistribute the power of the warp!” He says with a frightening glee. “I will be taking statements for my studies of this bond from all of you! So do not move a muscle…”

“Ah, except you three, please follow Apothecary Hura to the containment room with our…guest. I will get your statements after. And of course I Heavily advise keeping this matter Quiet. For your Own health and Wellness.”

The ones that were told to go off with Hura go, and those that were told to stay, are staying. They know better than to argue with Apothecaries, especially with top secret shit that they shouldn’t know about, but got involved in accidentally.

“We need to find Jophiel- he was part of this- and tried to… ground? Lullaby, or something when they got super charged on Silver Fucker’s psykery.” Kerubiel points out. “And who knows what sort of state he’s in.”

He’s calmer now, he understands why secrets must be kept. Even though he Loathes it when secrets are kept from him. This fight had been a wild ride- and one that had kept getting more and more unexpected the longer it went on.

“It’s safer, the fewer who know,” Nanael is quiet, in what he says. His words were almost drowned out by louder voices.

He hadn’t really known much about Lullaby, other than what he’s been told. And he gets why the others that knew about their ability kept it quiet. The fewer people who know a secret, the less likely it’s to come out. Through loose lips, or by force.

Anrir briefly thinks over if they've got one of their special cells open, just in case. They will need to make a decision about their newest… Guest. Hura is also eyeing their newest… acquisition and resource.

“Boys, the armor should be kept in a locked- separate place from the normal Armory and weapons lock up. The Distinctive Armor of the Grey Knights might cause a…” Hura pauses over the words, “At least for the Chaos Marines that know of the Grey Knights might cause a hm. Panic.”

And a blood bath as people fought each other over the fucking amazing techno-psykery that is the weapons and armor of a Gray Knight. Hura can tell- hovering a hand near the armor- but not touching it- that it’s already causing pain and damage to his dermis, due to him by a Chaos Marine, blessed by Grandfather Nurgle.

“I have a… discrete area to contain such… holy sacraments.” Hura continues to say, “Taking that all the way to Stone Flame base will be… too noticeable boys. Even if you tried to sneak it in, in pieces.”

Hura says that as he notices that some of the boys start to look like they want to protest, after all, they and Khopesh, with Lullaby’s help, took down the Giant Silver Git. “The fewer that know that there is a Gray Knight… somewhere Near Gannet Point the better. Unfortunately due to their power, we run on Custodes Rules for Gray Knights, to a slightly lesser degree, because they are only slightly less powerful.”

In the meantime Anrir sets out to give a barely conscious you a proper check over, and when it is determined they're well enough for release he sends them and Khopesh to bed.

Khopesh is more protective than usual, and immediately carts you off to his room. Good, he should be proactive in protecting the things he loves, much like Anrir with his Draga.

After all of the boys had given their statements and been assessed for any changes- or differences in things for After Battle- and the Supercharging effect that they’d received from Lullaby. (They’d speak with and assess Lullaby more thoroughly, after they had recovered.)

“So, what do you want to do to Stormbreaker?” Nanael asks Cedric.

“I think killing him would be a good idea,” Cedric says, blue eyes glittering darkly.

“Killing him, while satisfying, might be short sighted,” Kerubiel says, “he’s a powerful psyker.”

“If we did kill him,” Hura offers, “we’d be able to do a post mortem on him- see what kind of changes they might have made to make Gray Knights so… impressive. Test the Gene-seed of the Gray knights and get some answers about those Silver Nightmares.”

“I want him dead, yesterday,” Khopesh chimes in darkly, he'd rejoined the group after putting his Lullaby to bed. He wanted to have this matter settled (be allowed to torture Storm Breaker later) and return to you soon.

“His organs- would be very useful, in brothers, in experimentation,” Anrir says his eyes glittering with thoughts of what they could do to the Silver Witch’s dying and dead body.

“However,” Hura says, “A Psyker of his power level, training, and stability, despite his… flawed…Deeply flawed, personality is… not something to be culled lightly, as much as I’m loathe to say it.”

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Jophiel feels almost feverish- and feels like a piece of flotsam in the sea. He’s riding a wave- a psychic wave that rolls from the area out- and away- the ripples, become a tidal wave- and it crashes. The sounds- the reverberations, almost none heard.

Almost none.

Something big. Something Gold. Something Predatory. Something that was, is, will be, waiting. Is, will be, was Sleeping. Is, was, will be waking. That which was, will be, and is Hunting- strides once more, will be, has been.

Jophiel wakes up with a gasp- and trying not to scream- tears falling down his face- as his visions flicker dizzyingly. Warningly. A crystal clear image comes into focus. Blood stained hands of a Custodes with its hands around the neck of—

SOMETHING IS COMING. IT HUNTS TO END THE MELODY. STRANGLE THE SONG AND SMOTHER IT IN THE CRADLE. ONCE MORE.

“Lullaby!” Jophiel chokes out and tries to get up, but his head aches and pounds and almost collapses face first, blood dripping from his nose, mouth, eyes, and ears. “H-have to… warn…”

And he is unconscious once more. A small puddle of blood forming around his head like a twisted halo. Several minutes later Jophiel wakes up- a wicked Psyker backlash headache waking him up and he lets out a small whimper as he cradles his head in his hands.

After the world stops spinning so much he slowly gets up. He- the vision! He needs to get to the others- and warn them- Warn Lullaby of the Monster in Gold. He slowly gets up and staggers in the direction of Rot Bone Base, where the others had headed to. That he’d been headed to- before he’d taken a… pause.

Claude had been allowed to go retrieve Jophiel and sees his brother-cousin staring blankly and bleeding out of several orifices. “Jophie… you here or Elswhere, brother?”

“I- gotta- warn,” Jophiel says staggering towards Claude as the other grabs his arms as Jophiel swayed and staggered dangerously, “Gold- danger- Lullaby- vision!”

“Okay, we’ll talk to Lullaby- after you get looked over. And we can talk about the vision with Karlsor, okay?” Claude says soothingly.

“Shockwave of pskery spreading from the mycelium.” Jophiel murmurs feverishly, “The Golden one awakens. To hunt- to stalk. To kill. Again. He comes. To strangle the melody, to make their song silent once more.”

“Well… that’s not good,” Claude says as he tugs Jophiel into the shadows of a tree and uses the shadow-teleportation to get them to the nearest shadow next to Karlsor, Anrir and Hura and almost falls on his face with a still babbling, bleeding, and wild eyed Jophiel.

“Help, he’s Vision-boggled.” Claude informs Karlsor. “And not making much sense.”

“The Gold- it hungers- and craves Their Death, of creeping mycelium.” Jophiel babbles, “The Golden One comes. Worse outcomes are more assured if Silver tarnishes and rusts into dust. Strangled and smothered the melody. Golden Death approaches. Lost.”

#c u c koo anon #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #oc: Khopesh #oc: claude #oc: kerubiel #oc: thressl #oc: oleanderos #oc: ramiel #oc: cedric #oc: anrir #oc: hura #oc: draco #Severe Miscalculation The Saga

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coastal-coyote · 5 months ago

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intro post!

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-TLDR info-

Name: Blackberry or Coyote

Pronouns: he/him

I do not use the word 'bioterms' anymore due to it being coined in an anti-physical therian post, but refer to me as you would a theriform canine. I have paws, a tail, a muzzle, etc.

I am a suntherian (therian with NO 'human side' or human parts of myself, 100% nonhuman) and i am transspecies. I'm a polytherian, and my types are coyote, northwestern grey wolf, vancouver sea wolf, and cougar.

before you interact, as a warning: i am 100% nonhuman. i am not a 'person' in the human sense, only in the sense that i am a being with a soul. do not expect me to have human opinions on human issues or be an outspoken activist about things not directly relating to me. that isn't how my brain works. i am a coyote. i will do my part to help those i love and consider part of my pack and therefore my responsibility to help and keep safe, but i honestly do not care much about humans who are not part of my pack. i'm not a misanthrope, i am simply indifferent. theyre a very cute species IMO, but i feel about as strongly about them as i do about, like. giraffes. not my place, not my business, i dont really care. if this upsets you, i dont wanna hear it.

If you are 14 or under, please do not DM me or attempt to start a friendship with me! Due to my age I am not comfortable with that. I will assume that if you are talking to me, you are AT LEAST [pt: at least] 15. If you are not and already talking to me when you see this, please let me know! Im okay being an older brother figure and giving advice, but I would like that to be a very clear boundary and apart from a friend.

My tagging system will be below the cut <3 [heart emoticon]

hi! Im Blackberry, i'm a therian (fully nonhuman) and I needed somewhere on the internet to bark incessantly into the void.

about me!

Hi! I'm Blackberry, Berry or Coyote. I was put in this human body by my God and creator, the land and ocean herselves. you'll find a lot of nonhuman/transspecies joy and dysphoria on this blog, depending on how i'm feeling- it's where all my overtly and specifically nonhuman thoughts and experiences go. my main blog is @/cartoonghosts, if you wanna check it out. warning- i mask as human pretty hard over there. it's not a very accurate view of my selfhood, and almost all the posts i make are vents.

I'm bigender (boy who's a girl) but i do still prefer he/him pronouns solely, please! my gender is basically just my nonhumanity- im a boy as in im a coyote, im a girl as in im a cougar. hard to explain but i know some of you guys share my experiences.

I'm the main host of a system, and as far as i know only the subsystem im part of will ever post here as we're the only therians. my sysmate + friend/brother Sunny is otherpawed, we think, or some other more human type of animal connection, and he may post here sometimes during the summer but idk. he should sign off? probably?

In human terms, i have AuDHD (i'm a coyote- what were we expecting?) so dont expect me to be 100% eloquent and intelligent and good at human things on this blog, or anywhere. due to this, i tend to see things in a very black and white mannerism- the three options for my brain are 1) this is good, 2) this is bad, or 3) i dont care about this at all. being yelled at and told i am stupid or lazy does not change this. it is, again, because i am a coyote. please keep in mind that i am literally an animal if you have issue with things i say or believe.

Who I am!

Northwest Coast Coyote- my main 'type and 'baseline' of being. if i'm not in a shift towards another species, i am a coyote. my most coyote traits, which i love and bring me so much euphoria and joy, are my trickster/mischievous energy, my adaptability and ability to simply sit and survive whatever changes and hardships life throws at me, my resilience, my ravenous curiosity, and my pyromania.

Northwestern Grey Wolf- in terms of my grey wolf-ness, i am more femme/androgyne than coyote or seawolf. I don't know exactly what i would look like as a theriform grey wolf, but i've always connected with 'typical' patterns of grey, cream/white/pale grey, reddish brown, and black. my favorite wolf traits of myself are my loyalty to my pack, my nurturing of those more vulnerable to me, my aggression and protectiveness, my persistence, and my anger/ferocity.

Vancouver Island Coastal Wolf / Sea Wolf- my seawolf side is more reserved and quiet than my other types, and is often only brought to forefront when i am allowed to truly be myself on the pacific coasts. my relationship to the Ocean is through my seawolf side, and my favorite seawolf traits are my gentler curiosity, my playfulness, my fixation and focus when hunting, my love of the ocean and all things marine, and my calmness/gentleness.

Cougar- I only fully accepted and allowed myself to learn that i was a cougar more recently, as i used to insist that i was only a canine. My cougar side is my most feminine part, and although i still use he/him, the cougar part is where my womanhood comes from. i am still transmasc, i am simply a transmasc woman. my favorite cougar traits are how in tune i am with nature and the land, my drive and unwillingness to give up, my patience, my spitefulness, my grace, and my knowledge.

I am also doghearted, specifically a mutt dog. this is due to trauma and how i have been and am continually treated by human society.

Tagging system!

Format is #tag - what's in the tag

#coyote yipping incessantly - my original posts or posts where I talk

#blackberry talks - conversations over posts i have

#coyote irl - images of critters i feel look like me

#blackberry irl - images of me in my human form

#blackberry's art! - what it sounds like

#coyote loves humanity - me posting and generally gushing abt positive things about humans and human society. Feel free to block this tag!! Or any tbh

#coyote rewilding - my species transition and goals! I do not care if I am too transspecies or not transspecies enough for you, do not make it my problem.

--- this group is grouped together bc they all have similar explanations ---

#blackberry seawolfposting

#blackberry coyoteposting

#blackberry wolfposting

#blackberry cougarposting

--- all of these are tags for when im talking abt or reblogging something that reminds me of these kintypes!

Terms I use that may confuse you:

Pack- my pack is not specifically other therians, but a word I use to describe how I experience relationships. If someone is not part of my pack, I do not care if they live or die. I could not care less about them. When they cross the border into being accepted into my pack, I would die for them and do anything for them. Thst is not hyperbole. I would do literally anything for my beloved packmates.

Theriform- an animal that is not a therian- an animal which is constantly percieved by others as nonhuman and has fully typical presentation and mental function of the species, with no experiences in species transition or forced humanity. An animal which is not a therian.

Theriophobia- society's hatred and mistreatment of therian nonhumans. If you dont believe theriophobia exists, get the fuck off my page. You are not welcome here.

[blank]hearted- to not BE [pt: be] a creature, but to identify WITH [pt: with] it very strongly. For example, i am doghearted- although I am not a dog, due to my trauma and forced domestication at the hands of humans, I identify deeply and powerfully with them. I was also raised alongside dogs who felt far more like kin than my human family.

Lots of images ahead!

[Image ID- a black userbox-style gif with the words 'wolf therian' in the center in cream and two bones on each side]

[Image ID- a coyote therian moodboard with skulls and bones, dark mossy forests, and a picture of a coyote look at the veiwer in the center. It has the therian symbol and a coyote skull overlayed on the main image.] Credit to @/therealcaraxes for the custom moodboard!

[Image ID: the theritingent flag coined here - when one's gender is influenced by their theriotype(s)]

-- the rest of the images dont have ID yet, i will ID later --

#Intro post #coyote yipping incessantly

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surfinminho · 2 years ago

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Kinktober day 11- pet play w/ changbin

⤷ warnings: fem!reader, sub! changbin, anal play, sexting, strap ons

⤷ word count: 642

⤷Taglist : @greysweaters-blog @hannie-bees @ashydoinwhat @chansbabygirlsstuff @hiddlestandom @stanskzsstuff @mal-lunar-28 @leeracha @linos-kitten @bonateukna @ihrtlix

⤷ permanent taglist: @iadorethemskz

*please dm me if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.*

Changbin: mommy :(

Changbin: mommy r u busy?

Changbin: I'm so so hard for u rn :((

Changbin: [1 image attached]

Changbin: see I even put in my tail!

Changbin: it hurts so much without you here to jerk me off 🙁

You felt your phone buzz one too many times for your liking, in a meeting you quickly silence your phone. Placing it back in your pocket you focus back on the meeting.

Changbin: idk what to do without you rn Changbin: I'm soooo horny baby

Changbin: I'm gonna cry pls come home soon:(

When you didn't answer the second time he put the phone down, grabbing the bottle of lube he recently discarded pouring some out onto his hand. Wrapping a hand tightly around his cock to mimick the feeling of your cunt on his cock.

"s-shit" he arches his back off the bed, reaching into the pleasure.

He grabs his phone, opening the camera and hitting record.

"See mommy im so hard. Just for you"

He rubs his dick, up and down repeatedly. Rubbing his slit.

"F-fuck only for you." tightening the grip he has around his tip.

"c-cumming" he presses the red button, ending the recording.

Changbin: [1 video attached]

Changbin: :)

You came out of the meeting, un-silencing your phone. Checking why you're phone was buzzing non stop.

You check your messages seeing 11 messages from your boyfriend.

You: what's wrong baby ? Sorry I was in a meeting.

Changbin: I need you rn 🙁

You scroll back up to click on the photos and videos he sent. Saving them in your camera roll before typing again.

You: aww baby I'll be home soon <3

You step into your car, trying to get there as fast a possible. Even though it's not a long drive, traffic can take a toll on how long it should take you to get home.

As soon as you get home, you call out his name letting your presence be known.

You walk towards your room to see changbin passed out on the bed with dried up cum on his stomach, he was wearing his bracelet. The signal he gave you, allowing you to do whatever you feel like with him.

Pulling out the box underneath the shared bed, you reach for your strap not bothering for any lube since he has some on the bed.

You climb back up, taking off your pants and panties before throwing a leg over his torso.

"So so pretty puppy" you snap open the cap of the bottle of lube, squirting some on the tip of your strap and his rim.

Grabbing his hips, you push the head in. You didn't mind if you woke him, he was so pretty when woken up with your mouth or cunt around him.

Your pace is slow, rutting your hips into him. Rubbing his nipples simultaneously.

Quickening your pace, your grip on his hips tighten, the chances of leaving marks likely.

With a certain thrust, he jolts awake. Cum spilling out of his tip.

"Hi puppy. Came just from me fucking you in your sleep. Such a dirty slut."

"Ah- hi mommy missed you so much" his smile adorned his face. Lighting up the dim room.

"Remember dogs don't talk. They bark right?" You wrap your hand lightly around the base of his cock. Not moving it, opting to resting it there.

"Sensi-" he tries to say, but you cut him off.

"Ah, what did I say."

He looks up at you, red flushing his face.

He barks once then twice before putting his head down.

"Good boy" you start to jerk him off at a fast pace, disregarding the fact that he just came.

"M-mommy! Gonna cum again!" He whines out bucking his hips into your fist before cumming again.

"You think you can give me one more?

#stray kids #surfinminho #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids smut #sub skz #sub!changbin #kinktober 2023

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ms-nesbit · 2 years ago

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Recover (jason todd x reader)

rating: 15+

warnings: swearing, violence, graphic depictions of injuries, sad jason todd

summary: reader and jason broke up, but jason regrets his decision after a near death experience. Tied to this fic

words: 1.5k

note: im gonna cry

So alone.

Jason undressed at the door, kicking the door behind him. His shoulders slouched - a habit he developed from his torture endured by Joker - yet they felt heavy, burdening more weight than usual.

No other thoughts occupied him: he was alone. Lonely. He knew this when he opened the fridge and the open space stared back at him in disgust, wrinkled ketchup packets scattered mindlessly; he knew this when he dragged his iron feet, tired from running from his fears, all the way to his bed, body crashing onto it.

He entered a one-way staring contest with the ceiling that morning, avoiding shutting his eyes from the vitriol he would meet once he had.

He turned on his phone, ignoring the mental notes he slapped earlier. Scrolling through social media to find any trace of her at all, he was met with his fear-

Nothing. No photos, simple messages, cryptic DMs addressing whatever remnants of him are still left at her apartment. Was Jason necessarily just for his feelings? He hadn’t cut ties with y/n for personal reasons, as he failed to reason with her; he did it for her safety.

Yet he was the one safe in his apartment, away from the drifting waves of the ocean crashing on his feet. Jason sat up on the foot of the bed, deep breaths distracting him from a message from his eldest brother, Dick: Black Mask. Again.

But as all things must, Jason addressed the problem head-on, standing from his rest, and falling into line like the soldier he was.

—

“Go to hell, you bitch.”

The insult hardly left Jason’s sharp tongue before a stray bullet struck his right shoulder, catching him.

Black Mask laughed loudly in response, echoes of his sadistic nature bouncing from the bare walls of the empty building. Jason, hunched in pain, heard a screech of a car door opening and closing - along with the clambering of footsteps - and he assumed defeat, a puddle of blood forming underneath him as he lay wounded, a continental soldier.

So cold.

No other words came to his mind when Dick sprinted to him, inspecting the open flesh wounds before the obvious bullet hole just under his clavicle. “Jason, we can take you to someone to get you patched up, Cass is on my cycle, gaining on Black Mask’s car-”

“Y/n’s place.” Jason wanted to waste no more time, feeling his body heat subside as his consciousness swayed.

Dick shook his head. “But Jason, your shoulder-”

Jason barked at his brother, hiding his fear-stricken eyes underneath his white streaks of hair. “Now.”

Only nodding, Dick lifted Jason to his feet, carrying the injured man to the Orphan’s vehicle. He gingerly laid Jason in the passenger seat, nerves shaken by the dangerous state he was in; Dick knew about y/n and what Jason did - despite Dick’s disapproval - but was terrified that he would again lose his brother before they would make it to her apartment.

It didn’t stop Dick though, flooring the gas pedal and disregarding traffic lights. And once they pulled in front of the stout building, Jason didn’t hesitate to pull on the car door, opening it and dragging himself out and onto the fire escape.

Dick didn’t say a word to his brother, but remained there until Jason reached y/n’s window, pursing his lips when Jason’s bloodied hand faintly knocked on the dirty glass before lifting it, tumbling in through the opening.

—

“Jason, what are you doing here?” y/n forced a whisper, bringing her free hand to a tight fist. “I thought you said you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

Jason whimpered in pain, collapsing on the floor with a final groan. He lay quiet, as silent as y/n had ever seen him, and it evoked panic in her. “Christ, Todd, what did you get yourself into?” She rushed to his side, resting one hand on his left shoulder, and the other taking his hand; she paid no mind to the blood from his body dripping onto her maroon nightgown, nor could she - Jason’s breaths were heavy, labored. “Jason…Todd, why are you here?” y/n asked once more, voice broken, and use of formal name breaking Jason with her.

“I want to spend my life with you,” Jason panted, “or whatever of it I have left.” he shifted carefully, weight falling onto his arms, as he lifted himself from the ground. His jacket was tattered from the knife tears, and the black shirt underneath damp with…blood? Sweat? Tears? Not even Todd knew.

Before Jason’s arms gave out on him, y/n caught him, and guided him to her couch, where he slumped his back and upper body on the armrest. Y/n cursed under her breath when Jason unintentionally exposed the extent of his injuries, and began shuffling to the bathroom to retrieve the oversized first aid kit Dick supplied her with upon their first meeting. As she turned to leave, though, she was stopped by Jason gripping her forearm with whatever strength he conserved. “We can talk about this some other time, Todd, I just have to take care of-”

“No.” he gritted through clenched teeth, tears falling and catching on the scrapes on his cheeks, the salty liquid stinging him. “Just-just listen, okay?” y/n hadn’t heard him this vulnerable, weak…scared.

So scared. “I was scared that they would find you, hurt you, ki…” Jason trailed, vocal chords strained from the harrowing thoughts that washed over him. “I-I can’t lose you.”

Y/n bent down in front of Jason, bringing herself to eye level with him as she pressed her forehead to his. So close she was that she could see that he was crying, the sadness in his hazel eyes calling to her; Jason noticed the terror in y/n’s expression, her tears streaming past her cheeks, and it hurt him more than the bullet wound. He wanted no more than to protect her from pain, but the pain had been his doing, his hands, his actions.

He couldn’t bring himself to forgive his mistakes, so it was a shock to him when his hand felt warmer, softer flesh, and it was y/n’s hand, trembling as it took his. “Please don’t leave again. I can’t lose you.” Y/n’s other hand rested on Jason’s cheek, brushing the tears away as she healed his chest with forgiveness, a medicine he hadn’t quite experienced in his lifetime of agony. “If that means my last day is tomorrow, I don’t care - I want it to be spent with you.” y/n’s lips twitched as she grinned weakly, still overcome with emotion. She wanted to be strong for him, caring for him as nearly nobody else bothered, and it took him nearly dying to see that she believed he was deserving of such prophylactics. “Besides, I’m a strong woman, anyway.”

Jason instinctively smiled at the response, despite the overbearing torment from his wounds. “You are.” He placed his other hand over y/n’s, giving it a weak squeeze. “But I’ll protect you even when you can’t protect yourself. Always.”

The fire in Jason’s eyes burned y/n, like Icarus to the sun, and she felt her steel wings melt and burn into the ocean below her before she, too, fell. Jason was nothing short of serious, and the tone healed the words that shattered her weeks prior.

His eyes rolled back, and he fell unconscious, much to y/n’s dismay, snapping her from her dreadfully short dreamlike state. “Jason? Jay? Jay!” y/n shouted, voice stained with trepidation.

—-

The heart rate monitor beeped overhead.

Jason slumbered soundly on the bed, bare chest covered with bandages and stitches. Y/n placed a tender kiss to his forehead after combing his tuft of hair. She waited hours for him to come to, as the retired doctor noted before her departure, “Y/n, it could be days before he wakes up. Just keep him company.” And y/n did, taking his blood pressure intermittently, and refilling his IV bag.

Her favorite time was at dawn, when she poured herself and Jason dinnertime tea. She picked a book from her nook, and read it. While y/n was reading her collection of Emily Dickinson’s poems, though, out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw a stir in Jason, but shrugged it off, returning to the stanza.

But when his breathing staggered, and a quiet but needy, “Y/n” left his pale lips, y/n rose to her feet, nearly knocking over her steaming cup of tea. She rushed to Jason’s sight, and the sight of Jason hazily grinning at her overtook her.

“Jay.” she sang softly. “Please don’t do that again.” Jason attempted to adjust his posture on the bed, grunting in pain as he miscalculated his healing. “No, don’t- you have to rest for a while. It was pretty bad.”

Jason looked down at the bullet wound, where it was stitched and heavily bandaged. “I love you.” his voice was sleepy, but as serious as it was before he lost consciousness earlier.

“I know. I love you too.” Y/n was happy she left her window unlocked; Jason laid content with the angel at his bedside, a symbol of hope in his life he feared he could have never restored.

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