#intruders from shoot em up

[afuzzykitten]

paddler (n others) in spaaaaaace!!!

yippee :3

[lace-coffin]

Can I has soft Moonie and Monty gator fic, where reader is perpetually exhausted and the animatronics drag em off when they’re meant to be working to help them get some sleep in the pizzaplex? (Totally not projecting here)

How would Moondrop and Montgomery gator react to an exhausted reader on their shift?

Thank u for the moon and Monty rq I want to eat it up so bad😌

Requests are open!

Reader is gn! No trigger warnings required

Working for the pizzaplex was definitely an experience. A good one? Thats up for debate. No you loved your job, the actual security aspect of it was pretty univentful, flicking through the camera’s of the empty pizza plex. It’s not like any intruders would get far anyway with the security bots at every turn and moon slinking around in security mode. You did however get to see the dumb stuff the animatronics got up to after hours though so that was a plus. If she doesn’t tell that you’re watching YouTube on your shift then you won’t tell how you regularly see chica rummaging the kitchens like a racoon over the cams.

It was a pretty cushy job overall but the hours were vile, working from 12-6 am isn’t great for anyone and essentially becoming nocturnal because of it meant you were either sleeping or exhausted in your free time.

Today was one of the days that you’d turned up essentially half alive, isotonic drink held in a death grip and a pack of pain meds at your disposal. You clock in and slump on the chair In front of the security camera’s, groaning as the pain is taken off your joints.

Moondrop

Naturally moon has been following you to your work station since you clocked in, floating through the shadows of the pizzaplex in a totally normal and not creepy way. No matter how many times you tell him he can just greet you normally and walk you over he still refuses and watches you from afar, you know he cares but emotional vulnerability is difficult for him.

A few hours into your shift you can’t take it anymore, energy drink only doing so much for you. Your head starts to loll in your chair, finally getting a blissful second of rest-

“Morning glowbug!” Moon swings down from the ceiling in the upside down Spider-Man pose, intending and succeeding in scaring the shit out of you just as you were drifting off.

You jump in your seat and land in a pile on the floor on your ass. Once moon stops laughing at your misfortune and you realised it was just him and you weren’t about to get bite of 87’nd you huff at him from your spot on the floor.

“Very funny moon man, hilarious in fact, you do know the door is an option right? Now help me up you nerd” you say in fake irritation, tugging his trouser leg and giving him your hand.

“Everyone’s a critic, bug. I found it fairly amusing”he lends you his spindly hands and pulls you up with a bit more force than necessary, making you stumble. He snickers into the long end of his hat and you shoot him a glare. “Not the day dude”

Moons faceplate rotates at this, non verbally questioning what’s causing your sour mood, you usually love playing with him and whatever is ruining your mood needs to stop immediately because it’s ruining his fun (and maybe because he cares about you but he’ll never admit that)

“I’m fine moon, I’m just sleeping bad again, I’ll survive” you say nonchalantly, dangling your energy drink in your hand and chugging the last of it.

Moons grimaces as he watches you do this, you know he hates those stupid drinks, you feel better for an hour or two and then immediately crash worse than before, usually leaving moon to scrape you off the desk and take over the cameras.

You realise what you’ve done before moon can even get a word out, squeaking and throwing the can back on the desk. “It’s uh, not actually that bad! I’ll be fine, you know me haha, just a little behind on sleep” you stutter over your words trying to back track. You know it’s pointless and moon being the way he is you’re not going to get out of this.

“Oh no, go ahead starlight, drink your sludge. I can’t wait to peel you off the desk later” he drawls out, if his eyes could roll any further back into his head then they would have.

You rise from your chair, hiding behind it like a shield as if it’s going to save you from the inevitable. “You know the drill bug, either you get over here or I’m dragging your sorry ass over here” Moons voicebox fizzles out over the inappropriate word, stupid filters.

“Moon, you know I can’t, I have to finish my shift, I promise as soon as I get home I’ll go straight to bed, no messing” despite trying to placate him moon remains unimpressed, arms folded over his chest. You should probably run.

“Starlight they pay you peanuts, you can take one nap, they’ll survive”

The jester moves down slowly and sits on his haunches like a cat. Moon launches himself at you full speed. You scream and run to the other side of the security office, not much room to run to considering how confined it is in the first place. You yell and giggle as this continues, moon drinking in the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. Over a few minuets you start to get worn out, having no energy in the first place. This gives moon the perfect opening to land a pounce on you and snatch you into his arms, throwing you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. You playfully kick and complain but you don’t have it in you to actually be upset.

Unsurprisingly you make it to the daycare attendants room in record time, moons huge strides cutting down on time. “You know the drill” moon says as he throws a pair of daycare themed pyjamas from the gift shop at you, hitting you square in the face. You laugh and crawl into the other room through the tunnel to change.

By the time you’ve changed and come back moon has his bed all made and fluffed up and is looking at you expectantly. “Your chariot, my lord” he says dumbly, pulling back the covers and gesturing to the bed. You snort and climb in, snuggling down into the plush bedding. You make a happy noise and look back at moon, taking his big metallic hand in your smaller warm one.

“Thankyou, for this I mean, I really appreciate you caring about me like this, it means a lot”

Moon makes a fake gagging noise but his faceplate tinges a darker blue, telling his real feelings. “Always so mushy starlight” he laughs, but you know he loves the attention.

“Can you stay until I fall asleep?”

“Bold of you to assume I was leaving in the first place”

Moon scooches into the bed and rearranges his limbs into a comfy position, pulling your head against his chest and starting up his music box. He traces little shapes into your palm until you fall asleep for the night.

Montgomery gator

A horrid crash feeds through the security cam speakers. Excellent. You sigh and flip over to gator golf, already knowing who’s most likely to be causing the noise. Sure enough faint mechanical grunting and roaring can be heard. You can’t seem to find Monty on screen though, so it looks like you’ll be taking a trip down to the golf course.

You groan and pull yourself up from your chair, you really don’t have the energy for this tonight.

Not having to look very far you catch Monty red handed a few steps into the golf course. Golf club jammed into the mouth of one of the mechanical gators below the bridge. You pause and just look at him, unamused, waiting for him to explain.

“Uh, howdy twerp, I’m having some…difficulties?” He try’s, almost framing it as a question. You rub your hand over your face in exhaustion and ask him to expand on his problem.

“I uh worked up a rage after screwing up a note in tonight’s show, wouldn’t have happened if stupid fazzass hadn’t bumped into me” he grumbles, getting side tracked complaining about Freddy. “Anyway, I may have taken a swing at one of those gators…it’s turns out once the club is in it’s hard to get it back out” he laughs and rubs at the back of his head awkwardly, hoping your not going to explode on him.

“I love you but you’re a nightmare, green guy”

Monty snorts at the nickname but realises you look a little worn down, your usual bite not as prominent in your banter.

“Are you ok cher? Like you looking after yourself ok? Not to be an ass but you don’t look as with it as usual” he says in a softer tone, a look of genuine concern washing over his face.

“You want the polite answer or the real one?” Monty laughs and asks for the real one. “I’m tired as all hell and I’m essentially a zombie right now, these night shifts are killing me”

Monty frowns at this, he knows the company can be hardasses when it comes to shift patterns, not caring if their employees work themselves to death as long as the schedule is covered.

“So what you’re saying is we’re going to wrestle this stupid club out of that gator and then you’re going to the nest without causing a fuss?” Monty says, phrasing it as an order and not a question.

“I don’t even have the energy to be stubborn, ask moon man to cover for me please”

Monty gives a toothy grin at this and nods his head. You both work on releasing the golf club from its grizzly demise. Combining both your effort and Monty’s unnatural strength you pull the club free! And send it through the window of gator golf…it can wait for the day crew, technically you only came down to remove it from the gator and you’re beyond caring.

Monty throws his arms in the air in celebration. “Nice shot, cher!” You both cackle at the absurdity of the situation until you let out a yawn.

“Ok squirt, let’s get you to bed” he says softly, rosey eyes roaming over your sleepy face. Monty collects you in his arms and makes his way back to his green room, lending you an oversized gator golf shirt to change into. Monty lets out a little huff out of his nose when he sees you in the baggy shirt, adorable.

“Time to hit the hay kid” he pats on the nest he’s made on the floor out of blankets and various plushies/pillows waiting for you to climb in. Once you settle down Monty curls up around you like a big puppy, placing his snoot on your chest. (He’s totally not hoping for some pets before you sleep..)

“I don’t want to hear a peep out of you unless it’s snoring kiddo” Monty grumbles. “Love you to big guy” you hum and pat his nose

You fall asleep wrapped up in the gators tail, your chest rising and falling in time to the gentle bellows rumbling from the now calm and cuddly animatronic.

[playedcrowd5610]

Steve, Roddie, and C-27 - Danny Phantom x Transformers

Summary: Danny runs into some injured Vehicons and they don't know what to make of this strange human with zero life-preservation skills and a knack for medical assistance. (Aka Steve the Vehicon finally makes an appearance, and a few of his friends too)

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Notes

Set in a series where Danny finds Starscream one day and decides to start haunting the Decepticons. That's basically all the context you need but if you want more here is the rest of the series:

Haunting the Nemesis

Part 1: Chasing Stars

Part 2: Burning Rubber

Part 3: Adventures of the Decepticons' Pet Ghost Or Tumblr Master List

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Danny knew he should have been more careful… He had gotten so good at managing to avoid Megatron that he had become careless when it came to watching out for other mechs, which is what led him to the situation he was in now. Knockout had sent him to retrieve some tech from one of the old storage rooms and he found himself standing in front of three mid-conversation Vehicons.

The moment they noticed the door shift, their visors all snapped toward Danny, and for a beat, no one moved. Danny chuckled awkwardly and tried to step back out. “My bad; I didn’t know it was occupied.” 

Then, one of the Vehicons –the one in the middle– snapped out of his stupor, transforming his servo into an energon blaster with a sharp, mechanical whine of energy, and aiming directly at Danny. The others followed suit, their servos transforming in unison. 

“Unauthorized visitors are not permitted. Don’t move, intruder.” The Con in the middle commanded.

Danny raised his hands slowly. Great. He wasn’t supposed to run into these guys. Of course, they would report back to Megatron, probably show him their visor footage, and Danny would have to up his hiding tenfold — maybe even leave the ship altogether. 

But maybe… he could talk with them. One of them stepped closer to Danny, reaching out to try and grab him. As he stepped, Danny noticed a slight limp. Danny quickly switched languages, closing his eyes as he leaned back away from the taloned servo. "I’m not here to cause trouble." He called out in Cybertronian.

The Vehicon reaching for him froze mid-action, and the other two behind him lowered their blasters slightly in shock. Confusion emanated through their EM fields. “What...?” The one furthest in the back muttered in Cybertronian, his visor brightening with a tilt of his helm.

The Vehicons exchanged glances, clearly very confused as to how: 1) a human got on the ship, 2) how the human spoke Cybertronian, and 3), why the human wasn’t scared of them. As Danny’s gaze swept over them, he noticed a large crack across one of their visors and a deep scorch mark across another’s shoulder plate. His eyes again settled on the one closest to him, with the limp.

Danny frowned, lowering his hands. "You're injured." Danny stepped another step closer to the Con directly in front of him who, to his surprise, shifted back away from Danny. The movement only served to make the injured knee groan under the pressure, causing the Drone’s EM field to flicker with pain. "Let me take a look."

All of them, too confused to shoot Danny or capture him, just stared. Eventually, the one with the damaged visor shifted uncomfortably. “You’re human… How would you fix that?”

Danny smirked slightly. "I’m full of surprises."

The Vehicons’ EM fields were now buzzing with uncertainty, more than likely never having encountered a random human on the ship before, maybe never even met one before (Danny didn’t know). The one directly in front of Danny, with the damaged knee joint, took another step back, unsure what to make of the human who had so casually walked into their midst.

The third con –shoulder guy– seemed the most hesitant and put off out of the three of them, keeping his blaster held strong. “You shouldn’t be on the Nemesis. We should take you to Lord Megatron.” The con switched back to English. The visor guy looked back at his –friend? Coworker?– and took his attention away from Danny.

Danny shrugged nonchalantly, the corner of his mouth quirking up in amusement. "I don’t think there’s a need for that," he replied, switching back to English as well. "I just want to help. Besides," he added with a glance at the first Vehicon's leg, "You’re not in any shape to catch me anyway."

"There are three of us and one of you, human. We are more than capable of capturing you." Shoulder guy said, an edge of annoyance in his voice.

“Yet you haven’t. So where’s the harm in letting me try and fix it.” Danny moved forward slowly, until he was directly in front of the first Vehicon’s knee, carefully inspecting the area where the metal was twisted and cracked, likely from a hard fall in battle. "This looks pretty painful," Danny muttered thoughtfully, running his fingers over the dented plating.

The Vehicon flinched but didn’t pull away. “You shouldn’t—"

“Relax,” Danny cut him off, smiling up at him. “I’ve been in the medbay plenty of times. I’ve helped Knockout fix worse. You’ll be back on your pedes in no time.” 

The other two Vehicons behind him watched, utterly perplexed. Their servos were still transformed into weapons, but they weren’t aimed at him anymore. Cracked visor tilted his helm. “Why aren’t you afraid of us? Any other humans we have come across have run away screaming. You show no fear at our weapons.”

Danny's smirk widened as he urged the Vehicon in front of him to sit down with hand motions and a gentle push, and the Con obliged, sitting up with his back against one of the larger crates. “Trust me, I’ve seen scarier things than a few giant robots with blasters.” 

Danny looked over the injury. Some of the metal had been bent in the wrong direction, pushing it into the knee joint rather than encasing it, which made a very awkward bend that would only get worse with time. Danny knew he could just fix it with his powers in a moment, easily bending the metal back into place without needing a welder. Speaking of welders. “Why haven’t you guys gone to the medbay? Surely Knockout could fix these quickly.” 

Kneejoint’s shoulders sagged. And then Danny sensed a change of bitterness bleeding into Shoulder-Con’s EM field, and the other two looked over at him before he spoke up. “These are minor injuries. Our repair nanites will help to heal us over time. Lord Megatron does not wish to waste medical resources on Drones unless we are in critical condition.”

The other two looked back to Danny with a nod, affirming what their friend said. Danny threw his hands to the side in outrage. “That's not fair! So you guys just have to live in agony because you’re not actively dying?”

The Cons seemed shocked that Danny cared. Kneejoint tilted his helm inquisitively at the human’s reaction. “It's how it works; we can’t waste unnecessary resources. In addition, there are hundreds of Vehicons. If everyone went to the medbay with every minor injury from an Autobot attack then the medbay would be flooded non-stop.”

Danny bit his lip. “That… really sucks for you guys.” He crossed his arms. “Well, luckily, you have me! I know quite a few things now after watching Knockout work! So if you guys ever need any small repairs, you have me. You can tell your friends, too.” Danny smiled up at them.

Cracked visor seemed to be in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

Danny nodded, “Definitely.” He then decided that maybe he should use his powers after all. Maybe just a little bit. It's not like he was hiding them too much anyway. Starscream already knew. Soundwave probably knew. And Knockout and Breakdown likely thought he was invincible at this point. But these guys needed him. It's not like he could use Knockout’s Cybertronian-sized tools. 

Danny looked up at Kneejoint. “Hold still.” He told him. Then he reached his hands into the joint, causing the Con to almost jerk back, but he fought himself, staying completely still. Danny pulled some ecto energy into his hands and pulled at the piece of metal that had been jabbing underneath his knee plate, gently forming it back into place. 

The Vehicons must have noticed the green glow coming from his hands because confused EM fields filled the room. “How are you doing that?” The Con he was working on asked.

Danny just chuckled, focusing on forming the last bit of the joint into place. “Like I said, I’m full of surprises.” He stood up, patting the now-stabilized knee with a satisfied smile. “You should be able to walk on that now. Just don’t put too much pressure on it until it’s fully repaired by your nanites.”

Visor Con walked over, transforming his blaster back into a servo, and helped lift his friend, hooking an arm under his shoulder blades to help support him. Kneejoint tentatively shifted his weight on his pedes. He took a cautious step, and though there was still a limp, it wasn’t nearly as pronounced. “I don’t understand,” he muttered, tilting his helm in Danny’s direction inquisitively. "Why are you helping us?"

Danny just shrugged again, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "Why not? You’re hurt. I can help. Easy choice." 

Danny nodded, looking up to the Con’s friend who was supporting him. “That visor of yours could use some work too. Let me take a look.” The Vehicon instinctively stepped back, just staring at Danny as he stood in front of him, barely coming up to the Con’s knee. Danny and the Con waited, staring at each other for a good long moment before Danny sighed. “I can’t take a look at it when it's all the way up there.” Danny made grabby hands towards the Con towering over him.

The Con seemed to snap out of his stupor as he hesitantly reached down, letting Danny climb onto his servo. Danny was raised to the mech’s helm and he grabbed onto it with both hands, examining the cracked surface. His fingers brushed lightly over the damage. Danny pulled some ecto energy into his fingers again but paused when the Vehicon froze, unsure whether to back away or let Danny continue. His EM field was buzzing with confusion and unease with that strange light so close to his optics.

“Steve, you’re seriously just going to let the human touch your visor?” Shoulder-Vehicon asked incredulously, though even he sounded more baffled than angry.

Danny chuckled — he hadn’t expected the name Steve for one of Megatron’s murder drones. “You guys act like I’m doing brain surgery here. It’s just a crack.” There wasn’t too much Danny could do about a crack compared to the work he did on Kneejoint’s — well, knee joint, but he could still help the nanite process along and seal the crack before any excess moisture could get in. 

He focused his energy on slightly, melting the glass, or whatever material these guys’ visors were made out of, and sealing it with a slightly raised edge. He leaned back, hands on either side of the Con’s helm, admiring his handiwork. "There, all set. At least for now. I’ll have to come and take a look at it in a couple days."

The Vehicon –Steve– stared at Danny, utterly bewildered. 

Danny then jumped off the con’s servo and landed on one of the crates to get closer to the last Vehicon, the one with the damaged shoulder. They all jolted at the height from which Danny jumped, but when they concluded Danny was fine, they eased up. 

Danny started trying to inspect the injury but the Con turned away, crossing his servos over his chest, one of them still transformed into a blaster. Danny threw his hands to the side. “Oh come on man, you saw I just helped your friends.” 

“I’m fine. I don’t need a human to help patch me up. I’ll get over it. You guys are all ridiculous.” The con turned his helm away like a stubborn child. 

Danny sighed and put his hands into his pockets. “Okay, man. You don’t have to take my help, but I’m still offering it. Maybe I could help with the pain. At least that's better than dealing with it for however many days or weeks until it's healed.” 

Kneejoint perked up, stepping closer. “Come on C-27, the kid’s actually pretty good.” He then shifted his weight on and off the joint again for emphasis. Danny inwardly thought about how the vehicons could go from names like Steve to C-27, but who was he to judge?

C-27 looked like he was about to argue when Steve stepped in. “C, you know Roddie’s right. You’ve been complaining about that blaster shot on your plating for days.” Steve gestured towards C-27’s shoulder. Danny filed the name Roddie away so he would stop calling him Kneejoint. 

Danny waved his ‘magic fingers’ for emphasis when the Con looked down at him. The Con gave a dramatic sigh before turning to his friends. “We should be turning him in to Megatron, not using him to fix up our dings.” 

Roddie spoke up by putting a servo in the air. “He said he works with Knockout, so he must be allowed on the ship.”

“He could be lying.” C-27 spat back.

Danny leaned back on his feet. “Would it help if I said I am Starscream’s pet human?” Danny asked. All three visors snapped to him.

“Commander Starscream… Got a pet human ?” C-27 asked incredulously.

Danny laughed. “You say that like it’s more surprising than Knockout allowing me to work with him in the medbay?” The Con seemed to pause in thought. Danny sighed. “Okay, C-27, how about you just let me look at it? This one time. If you don’t like it then you can blast me or something, I don’t know.” The Con looked hesitant.

Roddie stepped forward and scooped Danny up off the crate, holding him up to his friend. “Come on. Look at him. He wouldn’t be able to hurt us if he tried.” Danny laughed about how wrong that was, but either way, whatever helped helped. “And if commander Starscream brought him on board he must be useful.” 

Danny smiled. “I am adorable.”

The Con seemed to have rolled his optics under his visor. “Fine.” Danny felt Roddie’s EM field flicker in delight before he held Danny up closer to C-27’s injury. He unclasped his servo and allowed Danny to stand upright, and C-27 pulled his arms away from his chassis, finally transforming his blaster back into a servo, and placing them on his hips. 

Danny leaned forward, studying the blaster wound. The crater was about the size of Danny’s head, a deep, jagged pit punched into the dark metal. He could see the faint glint of energon beneath the surface, where circuitry had been torn apart, though it looked like the wound had already started to heal—just slowly. Painfully. 

"Looks like it's mending on its own a bit," Danny muttered, placing both palms against the cool metal. C-27 tensed at the contact, his frame tightening, but he didn’t pull away.

Knockout would have welded some additional plating to the frame, but Danny didn’t have the extra plating or the welder. Danny took a deep breath and phased his hands into the plating. The metal groaned under his hands as he began to carefully pull the dent back into place, slowly smoothing out the damaged area. 

Danny also pulled a bit of his cold ability into what he was doing, helping to numb some of the pain receptors in C-27’s shoulder. Danny stepped back. “There, that should help for now. It will at least make it less painful and faster to heal.” Roddie pulled Danny towards himself as he looked up at his friend.

C-27 rolled his shoulder, looking between it and Danny, contemplating. “It… Hurts less now.”

Danny smiled brightly. “See? Told you.” Roddie gently placed Danny back down on the crate he picked him up from, and finally, Danny remembered that he was supposed to be grabbing a tool for Knockout and had completely gotten sidetracked. 

Danny spotted it pretty quickly and it looked exactly how Knockout described it. Danny ran over and picked it up, large in his human-sized arms. “As much as I would love to stay and chat with you guys more, Knockout needs this and I should bring it to him before he starts to rust.”

Danny started to head towards the same way he came in before turning back to the three vehicons. “Oh yeah… Uh, if you don’t mind. Could we maybe keep my existence out of Megatron’s knowledge? We don’t think he will take too kindly to a human on the ship.”

C-27 tilted his helm. “So Lord Megatron doesn’t know you’re here?” 

Danny chuckled awkwardly and swayed from foot to foot. “Not technically. But everyone else is already in on it. And what he doesn’t know won't hurt him, right?” They all stayed silent for a second. “If he found out he would probably drop me out of the airlock.”

“So Lord Megatron will kill you if he finds you?” Steve asked. “Are you not Starscream’s pet?”

Danny shrugged. “You think that will stop him?”

The Cons seemed to contemplate before Steve and Roddie nodded to Danny. They all then looked up towards C-27, who paused for a bit longer. He then shifted uncomfortably under the stares. “Alright, fine. Whatever, kid. Your secret’s safe with us.” The Vehicon waved him off. 

Danny smiled brightly. “Thanks, guys!” He then started skipping out of the room, calling out behind him, “If you need me, just call.” Suddenly, their HUDs all pinged with Danny’s contact information as the human turned the corner and left.

The three Vehicons stared after him in stunned silence. None of them had the faintest shred of a clue what to make of the human who had just walked in, patched them up, and left without a hint of fear.

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Notes:

I guess Danny is now the certified Vehicon medic, goodness knows they needed one! I tried my best to give each of the vehicons their own distinct personality. And I hope that even without the names for the first half it was still understandable! This chapter underwent a few rewrites before I was happy with it! And now I love my Vehicon babies.

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[braidlottie]

forever is the sweetest con.

pairing: cowgirl!lottieshauna x transmasc!cowboy!reader

summary: your car breaks down on the side of the road, but luckily two friendly cowgirls help you out and give you a place to stay for the night.

tags: no smut! the wild west au :3, lottie and shauna are dating, guns, lottie smokes, lottie and shauna’s southern accent feature, transmasc!reader, top surgery, lottie asks about your scars, stupid cowboy crew names that i made up, shauna is a flirt

wc: 1.4K

a/n: i don’t know how to end fics once again im Sorry 🙁 also @antlerbf without u this would’ve never been written 😄😄

title inspired by cowboy like me by taylor swift

moodboard :3

“fuck!”

you hit your head on the steering wheel. your car picked the best time to break down on the side of the road, when you’re in the middle of nowhere, and it’s night. you decided to ditch the car and hitchhike, grabbing all your things before walking down the asphalt.

you walked for about ten minutes until you saw a ranch on a side road up ahead. there were two horses sitting down in the hay, and the small house stood alone farther down. you took the chance, hoping that whoever lived there was kind enough to let you stay, or at least fix your car.

you had to hop the fence to get in, throwing your sack over and trying not to wake up the horses. when your sack hit the dirt, the horse immediately jumped up, neighing loudly and shaking itself off. you hopped down from the fence safely and started walking towards the house, you thought you were in the clear.

until you saw a light turn on in the house. it was too late to turn back, and hopping that fence took you a while. so you just decided to hide and hope for the best. you hid behind a hay bale, peeking your head out to see who was there.

a woman in a white tank top came out with her revolver drawn, looking for any intruders. “oh, shit!” you whispered to yourself, wishing you would’ve just slept in your car. she looked your direction, making you duck your head down. you stayed like that for a while until she was gone. tiptoeing carefully now, you made your way towards the house, looking for any signs of the armed woman.

the dirt crunched under your boots with every step, making your way to the porch. “freeze.” you heard a woman’s voice behind you. “drop the sack and turn around. put your hands where i can see ‘em.”

you obeyed, putting shaky hands up in the air. you turned around to see the same woman you were hiding from, the barrel of her gun pointed straight at you. “you make one move, and i put a bullet right between those pretty eyes.”

“please-”

“what’s the name of your gang?”

you gulped, all your words leaving your brain. all you could think about if your life was going to end or not. the woman cocked the revolver back when you were silent for too long. “the razortooth snakes!” your voice echoed through the night.

“you must be lyin’. you? in the razortooth snakes?”

“i can show you my badge, i swear.”

“pull it out. slowly.”

you pulled your badge out of the back pocket of your jeans, giving it to the woman. she snatched it harshly, her cigarette almost dropping out her mouth. “well, i’ll be damned.” she dropped the badge next to your sack. “what’s a little thing like you doing in there, huh?”

the razortooth snakes was the toughest gang in the wild west, the woman couldn’t even believe a member dared to step foot on her ranch. “i’m not sure, ma’am, i- w-what gang are you?” you sputter, her gun still raised. “the bronze serpents, ever since i can remember.” she pulled up her tank top, showing a tattoo of her gang in cursive on her stomach.

“well, that makes us rivals, don’t it?”

you nodded, sweating bullets. “please don’t shoot me.”

“explain why you’re on my ranch and maybe i won’t.”

“my-my car broke about half a mile down from here, and i’m really far from home. i just needed some tools for my car, or anything to fix it. that’s all, please ma’am-”

“don’t call me ma’am.” you flicked her cigarette on the dirt, squashing it with her boot. “it’s charlotte.”

she put the safety back on the revolver, slipping it in the back of her sleep shorts. “you got any weapons on you?”

you forgot you did have your revolver in your holster, but it wasn’t loaded. she opened up your denim vest, but you spoke before she even opened your mouth. “it’s not loaded. i used the last of my bullets today.”

“for what, exactly?”

lottie knew you couldn’t kill anyone, even if it came down to life and death. she took your gun, beginning to walk back into the house. “you coming or not?” her voice faded as she went away. you grabbed your sack and trailed behind her, your vest blowing in the desert wind.

**

“you woke my girl up.” charlotte closed the front door behind you. “oh, god, im so sorry-”

“don’t worry about it. gotta let her know we have company. take a seat ‘n don’t go nowhere.” she pointed, going down the dark hallway to the bedroom. you took a seat at the table, hugging your sack. you looked around at all the the decor, they even have a little fireplace. the whole house was just so cozy.

you heard another woman’s voice get closer and closer, but it was a little higher. she stopped in her tracks when she saw you. “this is shauna.” charlotte introduced and you did the same, tipping your hat to her in a polite manner. “what side of town ya from?” shauna leaned against the wall. you stared blankly, trying to think of a way to say this. lottie soon pulled her aside, walking back into the hallway.

“lottie, you brought a razortooth snake in my house?”

“keep your voice down! this one right here, wouldn’t even dare hurt a fly, shauna. i promise you.”

they talked about you like you weren’t even there, the hardwood floor slapping against shauna’s bare feet when she walked back over to you. she stared you up and down, putting her hands on her hips. “so, yous is really a razortooth.” shauna was warming up to you faster than she thought.

“is it that hard to believe?”

“oh trust me, it is.”

the woman walked closer, taking a seat in your lap. she put your hat on your head,

“what’s a hot piece of ass like you doin’ with them, darlin’?”

your mouth dropped, in shock and because of how embarrassed you got. “shauna,” lottie grabbed another cigarette out of her pocket, and her lighter as well. “let’s ask our guest something that’s a lil’ more pg rated, you got me, sugar?”

“what? it’s fine. you don’t mind, do you, punkin?”

“uh, no, it’s alright.” you smiled, telling them how you came up as a cowboy and what it’s really like as a razortooth. “it’s gettin’ late, now. time to hit the hay.” lottie looked at her watch, putting out her cigarette in the ashtray.

“y’know, you can sleep with us.”

“shauna-”

“lottie, we can’t leave him sleep on the couch out here, he’ll freeze. he can’t sleep with us for one night?”

“that’s why we have a perfectly good fireplace, hun.”

shauna just rolled her eyes, getting off your lap and leading you to the bedroom. the bed was in the middle of the room, scattered clothes and a pair of boots on the floor. “don’t listen to her. you can sleep here, darlin’. oh, you gotta take all those dirty clothes off. lottie’s not a big fan of dirty clothes in her bed.”

shauna was right about lottie’s rule, but the truth is that part of her wants to see you in you naked. “oh, yeah, no problem,” you buckled your pants and took off your vest, only leaving you in a tank top and your briefs.

“i got some tools to fix up your truck, i’ll give ‘em to you first thing in the morning.” lottie walked into the bedroom now, looking you up and down. “what’s those scars for?” she looked at your chest in curiosity, knowing she definitely meant no harm.

“bull fight.” you lied, scratching the back of your head. “must’ve been quite a fight.” she smiled, hanging her hat on the hook on the wall. “you gettin’ in or what?”

you stood at the foot of the bed, staring at the two women. “uh, yeah. yeah, i am.”

“well, what the hell are you waitin’ for?”

you crawled into the middle of the bed, sandwiched perfectly between the two. “comfortable?” charlotte turned off the lamp and you smiled, nodding in return. “thanks for this. really.”

“if this ever gets out, ya might be a dead man, mister. doesn’t that scare ya?” shauna whispered. “a little.” you were more than scared. you were petrified of your group ever finding out that you got friendly with the bronze serpents.

but you decided to enjoy this moment instead, curled up beside two (very sleepy) cowgirls.

[writerseclipse1]

[four seasons of love] chapter 1: a welcome arrival

a joel miller x reader series by @writerseclipse1

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warnings: reader is in her 30s, joel in his 50s, abby in her 20s, mentions blood, injury and murder, small description of (canon-typical) physical violence, guns and other weapons, lmk if i missed anyt.

summary: jackson is stunned by an unexpected yet certainly welcome arrival. the plan falls into place a little too perfectly, like two sugars in a plain, black coffee.

word count: 3.8k

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ a/n: first chapter done!! hope u guys like it <3

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March 19, 2037

“I hate it here,” Mike grumbled under his breath, slinging his rifle over his shoulder to adjust the thin material of his shirt. He heaved out a sigh, cheeks tinted a slight pink as a cool wisp of wind—left over from winter—brushed over his face. From his left, he heard a snicker and, turning his head, he saw Eugene stifling his laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“I mean, if you hadn’t fucked up last patrol, you wouldn’t be here,” Mike scoffs at Eugene’s chuckling, the bitter man crossing his arms over his chest as he looks at Eugene with a less-than-pleased look yet this did nothing to ease Eugene’s chipper mood. “Do better at your job and maybe they might let you patrol Jackson next time.” Eugene bursts out in a fit of laughter when he sees the corner of Mike’s mouth curl up into a sneer, his mouth opening to retaliate. The retort dies in his mouth however, when the latter sees a figure from below, back hunched and a trail of blood at its feet, and Mike’s heart leaps out of his chest when it collapses right outside the walls of Jackson.

“What the fuck is that?!”

The gates open and half a dozen men clutch their weapons, laser focused and pointed at their target, ready to shoot on command and at will. Maria clutches a pistol in one hand and a scanner in the other, swiftly attaching it to the neck of the intruder. The apparatus lets out a ‘click’ before the screen turns green. The woman signals the group to advance, their feet trudging along the grass.

They crowd around it, one of them nudging the body with the butt of his rifle but backs away when Maria clicks her tongue and gives a pointed look. “What do we do with it, boss?” The woman pauses, weighing her options before she sighs and shakes her head, surveying the blood absorbed by the soil.

“We take ‘em in.”

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“Whatcha waitin’ here for?” Tommy’s head perked up at the sound of his older brother’s voice. His lips form a half smile, meeting Joel halfway to give him a side hug, wrapping one arm around his older brother’s shoulder.

“Been a week of waitin’ but we got a newcomer comin’ outta the med bay. Found her right outside the walls,” Tommy mused, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall behind him, staring at the curtain that separated him and his brother from the newcomer, the doctor, and Maria, who he speculated was speaking to the newcomer. “If she was out there for ten minutes longer, she woulda been dead before we even got here, well, that’s what Nolan told us.” 

Joel acknowledged this with a huff, nodding as he let himself absorb his brother’s words, but something was out of place. “Hold on, where’s she gonna stay? As far as I know, we haven't built any new houses.” The older man already knew the answer but he still asked, praying that his guess wasn’t the case.

“Yeah well, about that,” Tommy grimaced at Joel’s sharp glare. “Now, come on, give the girl a break! She was just on death’s doorstep, be hospitable for once.” He nudged his brother’s arm but before the latter was about to counter with his inevitable refusal, he interrupted him. “I’m sure you know how it feels to be bleeding and alone. Wouldn’t want our guest to feel that way, do ya?” 

It stopped Joel in his tracks, looking at his brother with an unreadable expression, the gears turning in his head as his decision was swayed by practicality versus sympathy. In the end, the soft sigh that Joel lets slip out of his mouth was the source of Tommy’s satisfaction. The younger man patted his brother’s shoulder with a grin, nodding his head. “Thanks, Joel. And who knows? You might like the girl more than you think.”

Joel didn’t get to retaliate before the curtain was pulled back, revealing Nolan Matthews—head doctor of the infirmary—with a mask that certainly did nothing to cover his evident smile, the corner of his eyes wrinkling as he neared the two. “Good news, she’s alive and well, and definitely expecting a full recovery from all the injuries she sustained. It’s insane how she got here with all of it, though,” he turned to Joel. “Best keep an eye on her for a couple of days until she’s completely back on her feet. Just give me five minutes and then you’ll be allowed into the room.” Once again, the doctor gave Joel no chance to respond before he disappeared behind the curtain.

Tommy ignored Joel’s pointed gaze, a victorious smirk gracing the younger man’s face while his brother greeted him with a scowl. “So now we’re tellin’ the whole town that a girl’s gonna stay in my place forever?”

“Not forever, unless you want her to.” The groan that escaped Joel’s mouth did nothing to ease the smile from his brother’s lips. In fact, Joel swore Tommy’s grin just got bigger. “Come on, you have an extra room! It’s just until we get a couple more materials to make one for her, that’s all.” If Joel looked closer, he would have seen the way Tommy’s hand moved behind his back, his fingers crossing as he licked his lips. No way in hell would Tommy make a new house for just one person when someone else had a functioning extra bed. Plus, he thought he was helping his brother out. It’s been a while since Joel had mingled, maybe he just needed a bit of a nudge.

“You two done? She’s ready to meet you.” Maria’s voice cuts them from their internal squabbling, the two nodding their heads as they push themselves off the wall. ““Couple more materials” my ass,” Joel muttered to himself as he moved the curtain out of his way and entered the room.

Joel was the first one among the two that you laid your eyes on, your gaze staying on him longer than it should have before your eyes flittered to his brother. Maria cleared her throat, tearing your attention from the two imposing men. She introduced the pair to you, her lips spreading out into a warm and welcoming smile. “This is Tommy, my husband,” she held his hand, squeezing it in her grasp and you gave him a meek smile as he tipped his head in your direction. “And this is his brother, Joel.”

Joel’s gaze had been pinned to the floor the entire time but when he felt Maria’s hand on his shoulder, he looked up. He looked much younger than you knew him to be but the greying hairs on the skin of his jaw and the ones on the side of his head told you otherwise. A swift glance gave you the chance to peek through the hazel glaze of his eyes, telling you of the murders he’d committed, the hardships he’d gone through, and the love that had slipped from his hands. Like his brother, he nodded his head in your direction, eyes still piercing into yours. “Welcome to Jackson.”

The corners of your lips turned upward, your own name slipping through your lips as you looked between the three, your eyes eventually focusing on Maria as she started to speak. “Thing is, we don’t have your house ready yet, but Joel offered his spare bedroom for you to stay in until we finish. Is that okay with you?” If you paid closer attention, you would have seen Joel glare at his brother and the smug smile on Tommy’s lips but you only nodded, slightly surprised that you were still welcome in a settlement with about 300 people.

“Yes, of course. I’m just grateful you still have room for one more person,” your voice came out small, looking up at them with gratitude. Before you could react, Maria had engulfed you in a hug, her accepting gesture making you relax even the slightest, almost making you forget what you had come here for in the first place.

Almost.

“You’re always welcome here and there will always be room,” she smiled, helping you stand on your shaky legs. “Now come on, we’ll show you around.”

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“Take your shoes off and put ‘em in the rack before you come in,” Joel’s gruff voice cut through the air as you followed him up the steps to the porch which was painted a light shade of brown. Heeding his request, you untied your boots and let the laces hang down the sides of the shoes and without another word, followed him into the house.

After you had finished your tour around town, Maria had insisted that Joel lead you to your “temporary” place of residence and show you your room. The sun hadn’t even set, its rays still shining down on Jackson without abandon but you felt the exhaustion of the week spent in the infirmary slowly come down on you like feathers dropping onto your shoulders.

The exterior matched the interior, with minimal furniture and a layout that was certainly easy to memorize. The kitchen and the dining area on your left and the living room to your right. Other than looking over his shoulder to see if you listened to his earlier request, Joel paid you no mind, letting you explore the house as you wish. Hanging your jacket on the coat stand and placing your boots in the rack, you headed to the living room first. You sighed softly at the warmth of the fireplace as your fingers ghosted over the brown, worn out leather of the couch and a part of you wondered just how many times he had accidentally fallen asleep on it rather than his bed.

A sudden ‘thump’ from your left drew your curiosity to the corner of the room. You took a second to appreciate the small library Joel had set up on a wide, wooden bookshelf and to also admire his slightly obvious affinity for reading. He didn’t seem like the bookworm type, especially if you took him at face value. A book laid on the ground and as soon as you picked it up, you wiped the dust off the cover with your sleeve. “An Idiot’s Guide to Space.” It made your eyebrows raise in curiosity, the pad of your thumb brushing over the somehow sleek cover of the book.

“Didn’t peg you as a space nerd,” his head tilted in the direction of your voice, eyes focusing on you as you kept your back to him. Smoke rose from the surface of his coffee, watching it disappear as he let the comment hang in the air for a while but you didn’t mind, not expecting a reply from him in the first place.

“‘M not. I’m into woodworkin’ and a lil’ bit of history but none of that—” he brushes it off with a wave of his hand in the air. “—whatever. But, uh, Ellie, she likes space so I’m tryna figure out half the things she says.”

“You have a daughter?” You would be lying if you said you were surprised.

“No, no.” Shaking his head, he wiped his hands on the towel that hung from the oven, idly walking toward you. “She’s a kid I came here with, saved her from getting eaten alive out there.” His footsteps got nearer and nearer and you felt your words die in the back of your throat when you felt his presence behind you, the scent of coffee and his natural aroma invading your senses. You made no move to turn, your eyes scanning the title of the book over and over until it was ingrained in your mind.

You snapped out of your daze when he cleared his throat and you looked over your shoulder, seeing a cup of coffee in each of his hands and you hurriedly returned the book to the shelf. Turning around, you carefully took the mug from his left hand, blowing gently before taking a sip. You peered at him from over the rim as you muttered a soft ‘thank you’, not noticing how he hid his face by sipping his own coffee.

Not long after, you found yourselves on the couch, a noticeable space in between you and him. Joel was never one for small talk but he gave himself the chance to indulge in it, just this once maybe. He found it comforting, talking to someone with no apparent knowledge of him and his actions prior to his new life in town.

“Five years huh?”

“Yep.” Joel would consider himself a quiet person so it was a surprise when all the questions you asked didn’t go unanswered. Some were short and brisk but you seemed to understand him, not pressing on the subject unless he elaborated further. “Time’s fast though, it’s the reason my back always hurts like a bitch.”

Your chuckle echoed through the otherwise empty house as you leaned over to put your now-empty mug on the coffee table, right beside where Joel put his. The embers in the fireplace crackled, the fire fizzing as it slowly died. A sigh escaped your lips, making Joel’s head turn and watch as you rolled your shoulders. “I guess that’s my cue to go to bed.”

“Alright then,” he stood after you, his palms pushing him up and he tipped his head toward the stairs. “Lemme show you your room.”

It wasn’t anything startling, a simple bed next to the window on the left and a small dresser on the right. You were just grateful for the clean sheets and the assurance of the locks on the front and back door. Pulling the handles, the dresser revealed a small pile of clean clothes that smelled like they were fresh out of the laundry.

“I traded a few things in for ‘em, don’t mention it.” He said, seeing your mouth opening and about to release a cluster of words of gratitude and ‘you didn’t have to’s. “‘Just wanted my first guest to be comfortable.”

“Well, I’ll rate you five stars on Airbnb,” you teased, biting your lip to suppress a smirk when he let out a hearty laugh, one you heard from Maria to be a “rare find these days” yet you find yourself chuckling along with him.

“Wait, you know what that is?” An excited expression graced his face, the corners of his eyes wrinkling and his teeth showing as his lips pulled up into a grin. His arm went up to rest his weight on the door, his free hand resting on his waist.

“I’m not as young as you think, Mr. Miller.” He extended a hand toward you and you looked up at him through your eyelashes, his laugh turned into a ghost of a smile on his face.

“Call me Joel.” The edges of your lips quirked up as you took his calloused hand into your smooth one.

“Nice to finally meet you, Joel.”

You learned two things that night: Joel was in his 30s when the outbreak began and he gets talky when he gets his coffee.

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“Took you long enough,” the blonde's familiar voice echoed from behind you and you bit back a groan.

Sometime after the moon was high into the sky and you were sure that Joel had locked his door, you quietly slid out of bed and down the stairs, relief flooding you for the absence of a creaky staircase. Slipping your coat back on, you grimaced at the thought of soiling Joel’s living room before you ultimately decided to grab your boots and put them on once you got out the back door.

Sneaking out—of the house and of Jackson—was easy enough but navigating through the night without a flashlight made the hairs on your neck stand with every soft whisper of the wind. You remained on high alert, hands grasping your gun tight but you felt the tension in your shoulders relax when you saw the familiar shack, a dim glow lighting up the inside.

“Give me a break, he was a bit chattier than what you told me,” you muttered, slumping onto the couch beside Manny and Owen, giving both men a fist bump. Leaning back onto the backrest, you slung your ankle over your other knee and crossed your arms over your chest as Abby stayed standing, watching the small fire flicker inside the lamp. “What now, boss? Do I bring out the good ol’ golf club and finish the job?”

“Are you ridiculous?” Came her retort and you bit back a laugh at her annoyed expression. “If that was our plan, his brother might come after me and we’d all be dead. If you wanted me to get killed that easily, you could’ve said so.” Her braid swung over her shoulder as she stretched her neck.

“That was a joke, Abigail, if you couldn’t tell,” you could see her jaw tighten, as if she was stopping herself from bashing your head with a golf club. Her distaste for you was loud and clear and it was evident the feeling was reciprocated.

The plan was simple: infiltrate Jackson, get Joel to fall in love with you, lure him out of Jackson by pretending you got kidnapped, then Abby finishes the job in a ratty, old cabin without any witnesses, the same one you were in right now.

“And why me? She could do it herself if she really wanted him killed,” you mused as you glanced at Abby, crossing your arms as Isaac tries but fails to stifle a chuckle.

“No way in hell,” she snarled, her hands balling into fists from the top of the table. “Am I gonna get all lovey-dovey on the man who killed my father. If anything, the only time I’m gonna be laying my hands on him is when I finally get to murder that son of a bitch.”

“You’re also closer to his age than Abby.” Owen piped up, pushing himself off the wall he leaned on. You tried not to roll your eyes but it was difficult when he was being such a fucking tryhard.

“More important than that,” Isaac sent the two a pointed look, putting his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his intertwined fingers. “You’re my most valuable soldier, my right hand, if I may. If there’s anyone this self-proclaimed mission needs, it’s you.” Pride swelled deep in your heart and the daggers Abby stared into your skull didn’t go unnoticed, but it went without a response. 

“Alright, alright, let’s get things done,” Manny started, clearing his throat as he put his weight forward, resting his forearms on his thighs as the attention completely turned to you. “What happened today?”

Clearing your throat, your mind raked through the events of today as your teeth dragged over your teeth. “For one, it’s a miracle I got there in the first place,” your hand smoothed over the back of your neck, wincing when you felt a sting travel from your nape. “You did a number on me, Anderson, felt like I was on the brink of death when I got there.” Abby felt more than smug at your admission because making your life hell is her mission in progress, the side quest of her main task: getting revenge on Joel Miller. 

Before you started to traverse through the remote area the town was situated in, Abby insisted on getting you roughed up. Just a little to invoke sympathy in the people, but she beat the shit out of you so hard you even felt bad for yourself. 

“Just get on with it,” she said, a barely-there, shit-eating grin on her face but you only dug your nails into your palms, not having the energy to contest. “What about Joel?”

“Met him almost instantly, right after they let me out of my hospital bed,” you picked on the hidden bandages that were wrapped around your torso as your body started to throb from the pain you’ve been trying to conceal since you stepped foot in the town. “Then they told me I’ll be staying in his house until they get my house fixed up.”

Abby’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. She wasn’t, by all means, religious but she was taken aback at how Joel was being served to her on a silver platter, like someone out there wanted her to take what she’s been longing for. Not to kill Joel, but to avenge her father in the same way he was taken from her.

“One thing I noticed though,” your voice broke her out of her revenge-filled reverie, looking at you with an unreadable expression. “Was that it’ll take a while for him to fall in love with me, not that I’m basing it off on assumptions but he’s a quiet person in general.” “How long is “a while”?” Mel asked, coming out from one of the bedrooms with her hands on her hips, looking at you expectantly.

“Maybe a year if I’m right.”

“A year? We can’t wait around here for that long,” grumbled Abby, who was greeted with a groan from you. Massaging your temples with your thumb and middle finger and trying to prolong the coming of your inevitable headache, you offered an idea.

“Radio. You got one back at base and I’m sure they have one I can borrow,” you raised your eyebrows, expecting an answer from the blonde. “How’s that?” Her arms crossed over her chest and her knee bounced, a habit she had when she was lost in thought. Eventually, she spoke again yet her words were dripping with skepticism.

“Every Saturday at this time, you give us a weekly report with all the necessary details and, if you can, add in your ETC so we know when to strike. If everything is ready to go, the code word is “do not disturb.” Wrote all that down?”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” you joked, mock saluting her as you stood, only rolling her eyes at you as you shrugged your coat back on and headed out, but not before bidding them a good night and wishing them a safe trip back to Seattle in the morning. They all watched as you weaved through the thick trees scattered in the forest, their attention never wavering, not until you disappeared in the darkness of the night.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence for Abby to be losing sleep over this. It was something her brain did often, questioning her own methods and skills. This time, it settled on the fact that this mission would take a year to complete, more or less. Was it really worth the time?

Then again, she waited five years to kill him. Another year wouldn’t hurt, right?

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[ladylooch]

Will David answer questions on the teams podcast about his relationship with Mack Hischier?

David does not talk about Mack when they are dating. At all. Ever. ( see below). After they are engaged though, he is happy to discuss her. Once they are married, he is full on “my wife” guy. Cannot shut up about her. Every other answer starts with “well, my wife says” or “My wife and I were talking about…” 

Let’s see more below about his response when they are dating...

In a sound proof media room, David Carlson stretches out his long legs beneath the table. He clasps his fingers together, leaning back in his chair as he lists off answers to the rapid fire questions the two podcast hosts are shooting at him.

“Last Binge Watch?” 

“Ah…” He thinks about what him and Mack are watching. “Brooklyn 99.”

“Nice! Favorite musician?”

“I’m an old school guy. Big into Garth Brooks right now.”

“Okay. Favorite thing to do on an off day.”

Have his face buried in Mack’s tits. He grins and blinks that thought away quickly.

“Go for a walk or meet up with friends. I can’t sit still for long. It’s the farm kid in me.”

The rapid fire questions have done a good job breaking the ice. David doesn’t love doing these things but knows he has certain obligations he has to do from time to time. He would rather do this than be pulled out of the locker room between periods.

The questions begin to shift from quick hits to longer, hockey focused ones. David fills them in on his trajectory to the show, what college was like, and if he really goes back to Iowa and works the farm every summer.

“What do you mean do I really do that?” David shoots back, cracking up. “Yeah, man. I really go work my farm in the summer. I've got pictures if you need 'em."

“That is insane. How do you do that and play hockey at such a high level? That is two high intensity jobs.”

“I’ve got staff. My farm manager, Felix, looks after the place for me. Couldn’t do it without him. We’ve got a group of farm hands, but mostly in the winter it’s maintenance and getting ready for the next season. Pretty cold. I’m glad I get to miss that part of the year. But yeah, it's my family farm, I grew up on it and couldn't see myself selling it off for someone else to run that land."

“Wow, that’s crazy. Do you ever sleep?”

“No.” He answers immediately, smirking.

David and the hosts chuckle in unison. 

“I have a great group of people back home who help. If I have to head back East early, my buddies Cody and Trevor will come help the group get the farm ready for harvest. I’m lucky. Nothing better than a small town helping each other out.”

“Speaking of harvest and fall activities…. what’s Thanksgiving dinner like for you and Woody?"

“What?” David asks, raising his eyebrow.

“I don’t know that they would celebrate Thanksgiving? They're Swiss.” The other host questions.

“Yeah, I guess, let's start there do you celebrate Thanksgiving? Cause Woody’s wife and your girlfriend are sisters.”

“Yeah, they’re half American tho.” David answers with an awkward laugh. He didn't see this going in that direction.

“Who cooks dinner?”

“Woody and his wife. I pick up the pie wherever Lucie Wood tells me too. That’s about all I’m good at contributing. Woody is a really good cook though. Him and Lucie kept me fed most of the time the last few years because we lived in the same building.”

“Is that how you and your girlfriend met?” The directness about Mack makes David shift in his chair. He reaches up, rubbing at his nose to hide his awkward lip scrunch.

“Sorry, boys but we aren’t going to go there today. I’m gonna keep that part of my life off the pod. She deserves her privacy.” 

“Oh shoot, sorry man. Didn’t mean to intrude.” The hosts genuinely answer. "We can cut that out."

“No worries.” David waves the concern away. He isn’t upset that they asked about her, but he isn’t going to say anything else about her. Mack has been clear that unless there is something more permanent between them- like a ring- she won’t be talking about him publicly. He feels it’s fair to respect her wishes in this space too.

David plans on telling Mack as much when he stops by her place after work. She swings the door open then shoots herself into his awaiting arms. She has had work events the last two days and they haven’t seen each other. He breathes her in then maneuvers his face to kiss hers.

“Mmm.” She sighs, then threads her fingers through his hair. Her hands grip his head, keeping his head to hers to kiss him again. “I’m gonna ignore what’s in your mouth right now cause I missed you so much.”

“Shit. Sorry.” He mutters. He uses his tongue to pull the tobacco pouch from his cheek. He meant to toss it as he was walking in but Ron distracted him with pictures of his newest grandchild.

“It’s fine. I guess. Cause you're cute and all.” She rolls her eyes at him teasingly. “How was your day?” She saunters back towards the kitchen, giving David a nice show of her ass in her blue leggings. 

“Good.” He murmurs distractedly. It isn’t until she rounds the island that he is able to raise his eyes away from her peach of an ass.

“Nice.” She laughs. David shrugs. “How did the podcast go?”

He had mentioned it to her earlier in the day, saying he was staying at the rink later and wouldn’t be able to catch lunch with her. Another reason to hate having media obligations: less time with his girl.

“It was good.” He murmurs, reaching into her bowl of popcorn and popping a kernel in his mouth. “This dinner?”

“No I ordered Indian.”

“Cool.” He nods, then grabs a handful. “Ah, they tried to ask me about you.”

“Really?” She turns to him with a scrunched look on her face. “Why?”

“Baby, it’s so funny to me that you have no idea who you are in the hockey world.” 

“Is it that I don’t know or that I don’t care?” David raises his eyebrows in a ‘fair’ response. “What did you say?”

“I said I wasn’t going to talk about ya.” He walks behind her, letting his hand cup her ass as he goes. He opens her fridge and pulls out a Coke. He wants a beer, but he has been lagging too much ass on the ice this week to be hitting the sauce.

“Thank you.” She smiles at him, clearly appreciating that he understands where the line is for her.

“Didn’t want you to get all embarrassed about dating a dumb hockey player.”

“You know that’s not it.”

“I know, honey.” He says, coming back to her. This time he grips her ass in both hands. “How was your day?”

“Good.” She smirks at him, purposefully keeping her answer short as she works her hands under his t-shirt to touch his abs. “Dinner is still a half hour away…”

“Hmm, what should we do?” He mumbles against her lips. She grips the waistband of his jeans and begin to tug him back towards the bedroom. He halts her with his hands on her hips. “What we gonna do in there that we can’t do here?”

Then he swoops her up into his arms to lay her back on the hard floor. 

Yeah, this part of his life is just for him.

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Dabi taking care of a tired reader!

scenario:-reader comes home tired as fuck,dabi sees em and cuddles ensue

pairing:-dabi x gn!reader

genre:-fluff/comfort

For @fallenssun

You’d just come back to your apartment after what felt like the longest day of ur life

You darted to the shower,eager to relieve yourself of your dirty old clothes.

Once you came out,toweling your hair as you made your way down to your little kitchen to make yourself a little snacc,you noticed that the tv was turned on...

You cautiously made your way to your living,the towel youd been using just moments before,now your only weapon against a possible intruder

You peaked around the corner to notice a familiar pOoF of black hair

You exhaled loudly which caught your ever vigilant boyfriends attention

Her turned his head to shoot you a little wave and gestured to the space beside him on the couch

You practically floated towards him,like you were riding on clouds, and practically fell into his lap

“Hey you..” you said,staring at the man who held your heart like he had hung the stars 🌟

Thd goofy smile on your face made the ever-stoic ‘villain’ look down at you with a smirk on his face

“Hey y/n~”

His voice sounded gruff yet calming and you swore that each word made you fall in love all over again..

“When did you get here Tou?”you asked,and unbeknownst to you,your use of that little nickname just happened to give him butterflies

“Like 10 minutes ago.”

“Dam you had time to clean up and change in 10?”

“🤷🏻‍♂️”

You turned your head from your position in his lap just a little to fully take in his outfit

He was wearing a grey hoodie and his black sweats,a completely simple outfit that you absolutely loved

He personally didn’t get it but hed heard you fangirling to one of your besties and had tried to wear it as often as possible ever since🥰

“You look good....warm...” you said,hugging him closer.

He could clearly see that you were tired and he knew how this would end so he let you snuggle in a little,one hand lightly massaging your scalp,the other tracing soothing patterns on your back

And just as predicted,you were out like a light in under five minutes

He looked down at your peacefully sleeping form and smiled lightly to himself

Something about you bein comfortable enough and safe enough around him to just

Fall asleep in his lap

Just made his heart flutter again

After a few more seconds of waiting to make sure you really were out cold,he picked you up and carried u to your shared bedroom

He placed you down on the covers before getting into his boxer and climbing in himself

The moment he hit the sheets you instinctively came closer to him and snuggled into his side

Now dabi wasn’t really muchh of a cuddler(at first) but at moments like this when he knew you wouldn’t know,he held you closer

Closer than your tight good bye hugs and closer than youd ever know

In those silent moments he held onto you like he was gonna wake up and lose you.so dangerously close yet so tenderly soft and secure

It was at these moments that he was the most vulnerable,when even HE felt the safest

The next morning you woke up tangled together,you felt better rested than you had in a while and you knew it definitely had something(everything) to do with the man beside you.

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

[radioactive-earthshine]

Trick or Treat

🦇A TREAT! 💀

Here's more of the unpublished KonBart Star Trek AU.

Enjoy!

🖖

“When was the last status update, Bart?” 

Bart blinked and looked at Conner sitting across from him across the fire. He was wearing only his pants and undershirt, having ditched his red jacket entirely, and his chin was rugged with dark scruffy hair. To Bart he was stunning like that, even though his shirt was stained and his hair lost a lot of its curl and laid frizzy on his head, but it was his eyes that remained ever wild. 

Before he could get too lost in his staring, Bart answered. “One week ago, it’s your turn. I’m no good at ‘em anyway.” 

Conner smirked and got up to grab the tricorder to record their status report. “No prob. You’re only the best pilot in all of Starfleet, had to trade something for all that talent.” 

“Hah!” Bart tossed a dry branch into the fire when it was getting low. The sun was also getting low, and with it the warmth and light of the Spring day. When Kon returned he sat down and leaned over himself. 

“What the fuck has even happened since the last update?” 

“We had that uh, bear-wolf-cougar-thing show up at our camp and you fed it chicken fried rice.” Bart tossed another branch in and orange embers flew up, it reminded Bart of his speed and he almost gave into the impulse to run but he remained seated. “Then we got a lotta rain, and I found that worm that was as big as you writhing through our camp.” 

“Yeah that’s all personal log stuff, you know what they want to hear. Did we find any sentients, what have we done to help ourselves-” 

“Did we violate the Prime Directive,” Bart interrupted. “I get it, I know. They just want a neat little report to have just in case they find our bodies, they wanna know what damage we might have done to any ‘primitive’ species. Starfleet isn’t interested in how we lived down here.” 

“Woah,” Conner looked at Bart and for the first time he was actually concerned. “That was cynical. Starfleet and The Federation  isn’t a perfect institution, but humans have come a damn long way from what they used to be! Their society would not be what it is now if they didn’t care about each other, or people like us.” 

“Pft, yeah they are a lot better than they used to be. Max has been watching them since maybe forever. He's a Lanthanite you know, he lives forever. He’s seen almost everything. Humans might have overcome a lotta things, and maybe they are the best they have ever been, but they still need things like Section 31 to do the things it does. Like investigating us like we were some sort of weapon or hostile intruder when we were just kids! And Starfleet still wants a nice little report so they don’t have to worry if someone valued compassion over regulations during a crisis.” 

Conner couldn’t argue against it and he wasn’t going to try, but he refused to embrace such apathy. “I’m not going to dispute any of that, but there are good people who will hear these, and I know Captain Sandsmark is one of them, and even if it is all just data and mission logs, she will care about us. Max too, he was your guardian, right? If we somehow die down here, he will listen to your logs, and he will care about you and everything you felt like saying. Even if they are rambling and not Starfleet standard.” 

The thought of Max listening to his fumbling logs did make Bart smile as he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he’d be rolling his eyes at me because they are so bad. But you know what? I know that’s why he cares so much about me. Because he’s never had to deal with someone like me before in his entire life. Well, except for one horse that he had to shoot. He never told me why he had to shoot her though.” 

“You remind him of a horse he had to shoot?!”  Kon couldn’t tell if he wanted to laugh or be horrified that Bart reminded his father-figure of a dead horse but he couldn’t help but laugh when Bart started snickering. “Come on! You’re not that bad. You talk like you have no impulse control.” 

“I used to not have any, trust me. If you met me when I was new, you would have hated me.” 

“I cannot ever imagine hating you, Bart.” The way Conner said it made Bart’s throat tighten and his chest feel as hot as the flames between them. His eyes smoldered something, and then he quickly looked away. 

“You really, really don’t know how I was. I barely passed at the Academy.”  Conner shrugged. “A ‘D’ is still passing and I don’t care. I like you now. You get what it’s like to be, well, alone.”

[authorautumnbanks]

A Thousand Days With You (17)

Series Master List

Nanami Kento is not having a good day. First, Kagome calls him to her office to inquire if her energy massages turn him on. Spoiler alert: they do, and he had to pretend as though nothing was amiss because Gojo Satoru, the man he absolutely does not fantasize about, was sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.

No, seriously, he does not fantasize about Gojo Fucking Satoru.

And to make matters worse, Geto Suguru shows up, declaring war.

Today is a shit day.

He's stuck with the two strongest sorcerers, and Kagome is nowhere to be found. There are no traces. Nothing to go from. Zilch. She damn near vanished into thin air.

"Nanami!" Satoru admonishes. "Stop staring at my cock!"

Kento blinks and then splutters. "No one was looking at your..." he clamps his mouth shut and turns his head to the side. "Hurry the fuck up." Satoru couldn't have held it? He seriously has to use the bathroom now?

"Satoru, stop twitching," Suguru grumbles.

"Why are you touching me like that?"

"I have your cock in my hand. Shut it before I rip it off."

"Aww, Suguru, you know I like it rough."

Against his better judgment, Kento turns his head and inhales. Why is Suguru helping Satoru to urinate? Satoru can hold his own cock. He swallows.

Kagome's been taking all that?

"Nanami," Satoru exclaims, thrusting his free hand in front of his cock. "This is indecent."

"Oh, shut up," Kento grumbles. The tip of his ears burn. "The only indecent one here is you. We're wasting time and you're slacking off." He turns his head away right as Suguru leans forward to help Satoru zip his pants up. Is he the only one that hasn't forgotten that Suguru is a curse user? Why are they so buddy-buddy again?

"First of all, I have a plan," Satoru says.

"Oh really? You have a plan?" Suguru asks, dryly. "Did you get a read on that portal or whatever the hell that was?"

"Well...no. But!" Satoru snaps his fingers and then walks them all to the sink so he can wash his and Suguru's hand. "I know where her family lives and they might have some clues. Doesn't make sense for Kagome to just disappear like that. She ain't got no enemies, as far as I know."

"What about the higher-ups?" Suguru asks. "They're always doing something."

"Yeah, one of those fuckers asked her to marry em'. Kagome won't give em' up."

"Oh?" Suguru smiles, but it's unpleasant. Kento wets his lips. He feels like he is intruding on something. "Well, we can just kill them all, then. They clearly had something to do with this."

Kento blinks. "No! That's not what that means." He pinches the bridge of his nose, ignoring the dirty looks Satoru and Suguru shoot at him. "We can't just kill them. The higher-ups like Kagome. She's valuable. They wouldn't stage a kidnapping."

Satoru huffs. "Fine. They do have a soft spot for her. They refuse to give her hardly any missions, though she's a semi-special grade."

"The fuck is a semi-special grade?"

"Eh, fuckers didn't want to give her special grade status because she doesn't quite meet the definition, but she can take on a special grade curse, no problem. So, whoever took her is at least a special grade. Has to be. They got past me." The last part, Satoru grumbles as though it pains him to admit it. "We had three special grades and not one of us noticed."

Kento sucks his teeth. "There was a lot going on," he says with a frown. "Don't beat yourself up."

"Are you comforting me?"

"Kami no."

Satoru squints his eyes at him and then shrugs. "Hope you like teleporting." That's all the warning Kento gets before the school bathroom flashes away and instead, the sight of a house greets him.

"The hell kind of warning was that?" Suguru grumbles.

"I'll talk," Satoru says, "Not you."

Suguru sighs. "I'm more personable than you."

"First of all, you hate people."

Kento closes his eyes. His head throbs. How could Kagome do this to him? No, he shouldn't have presumed to know what her preferences are, and no, he shouldn't have spoken for her, but did he have to get lumped into being stuck with these two idiots? "Perhaps I should be the one to speak. I do not hate non-sorcerers and I have more tact than Satoru."

"Gojo."

"That's what I said."

The door swings open before they can agree on who will be the mouthpiece. An older with short black hair and brown eyes smiles at them. "Gojo Satoru, right?" she chirps. She's wearing a pale-yellow dress and a pink apron. There is flour on her arms.

"... You know me?" Satoru points to himself with his free hand.

"I've heard of you, though I thought Kagome was bringing you by next week." She shakes her head. "It doesn't matter. What brings you here?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Kento says. "Are you Kagome's mother?"

"Oh, sorry. Yes, Higurashi Himari. And you two are friends of Kagome's?"

Friends? Distaste punches Kento in the gut, but it is marginally better than saying they are simply coworkers. "Yes, we are friends of Kagome. Nanami Kento." He steels his stomach and motions to Suguru. "Geto Suguru."

Himari smiles and waits for them to answer her first question. Satoru isn't saying shit, so Kento does. "Has Kagome been in contact with you today? There was an incident at the school, and we believe she was kidnapped." Kento inhales. His chest hurts. "Does she, by chance, have any enemies that you know of?"

Himari blinks and then laughs. The trio look at one another and then back at Kagome's mother. Perhaps this is the denial stage. He gets it; he does. No one wants to receive such news and Kagome is an amazing woman. How could anyone hate her? And yet, someone took her right in front of all their noses. Kento clears his throat, drawing Himari's attention back to him. She waves a hand in the air as her laughter dies down.

"I'm sorry, dears. It's just that girl has been getting kidnapped since she was 15. This is normal. She'll turn up later tonight or in a couple of days, as she always does."

"... What?" Suguru hisses. "What do you mean, this is normal?"

Himari regards Suguru with something Kento can't put his finger on, but it's enough to have Suguru step back. "It's probably someone that fancies themselves in love with her and if they aren't in love with her now, then they will be, and eventually let her go as they all do." She leans against the doorway. "I believe you three should work on getting unstuck. Surely Kagome was able to tell you how before she got taken."

"Time out," Satoru says. "Someone that is in love with her?"

Kento mentally rolls his eyes. That's what Satoru gets hung up on? Not that Himari can see that they are stuck together? Unless this isn't invisible to normal humans?

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear. That was insensitive. Your relationship is still new?" Himari frowns. Kento peeks over at Suguru, whose ears are bright red. Oh, Suguru is seething. Kento half expects steam to burst out of Suguru's ears like a teakettle with how red his ears are. "InuYasha always grumbled about that, and it does always seem to be the case. Though she hasn't talked about anyone... was it that Mori guy?"

Satoru stiffens.

Who the hell is Mori? Kento bites the inside of his cheek until it hurts. Satoru seems to be familiar with the name and Suguru does too? How long has Suguru known Kagome?

"Does he have shit-colored hair?" Satoru asks.

Kento palms his face and exhales. Why is Satoru like this? Who says that? And to Kagome's mother, of all people.

"Satoru," Suguru reprimands.

"Well, yes, I suppose he does," Himari replies. "Kagome showed me a picture so I could be on the lookout. I'd forgotten about him. It's not usually..." she stops, pressing her lips together.

It's not usually what? Kento's nostrils flare. Also, why isn't Himari bothered by Satoru's crass?

"Well, since Kagome works with you three at that school and I can see the energy around you is different, then you know there are humans like me that are, well, mundane."

Wisely, Suguru says nothing.

"You shouldn't be able to see that," Satoru comments. "Wait, your necklace and ring feel off."

Himari looks at her ring. "Well, it was a gift from InuYasha to ward off, uh, creepy fuckers, as he put it." She laughs again. "And the necklace is from Kagome, so I can be more aware of my surroundings." She looks over at Suguru. "Like you have a lot of those creepy things that run around in the city, but since you were able to pass through the wards, Kagome must not find you a threat."

They say goodbye to Himari and trek across town to Kagome's apartment. Jealousy is a special grade curse, has to be, because the negative emotions swirling in Kento's gut are enough to start an apocalypse. Of course, Satoru and Suguru know where Kagome lives. Of course, they have spent time with her outside of work. Of course, Suguru knows how to get into Kagome's apartment, though, in anger, Kento chooses not to see if Suguru is simply breaking in or using a key.

"Everything looks the same," Satoru quips, leading them through the apartment. He takes them into the kitchen and blows out a breath. "What?"

"You only wanted to come here to rub it in my face," Suguru says.

"Oh, you smell what we did?" Satoru coos, but the smile on his face is diabolical. The hairs on Kento's arm raise and warning bells ring in his ears.

Damnit. He can't get away from these two.

Wait.

Smell what?

"You slept with her?" Kento asks, voice rising so high it comes out as a squeak. Satoru was with Kagome this morning? How many mornings has he had her? He tries to push those thoughts away. It's none of his business and trying to police who Kagome talks to is what got him into this mess. When he sees her again, he'll drop to his knees and beg for her forgiveness.

Satoru huffs. "Nanami, I always thought you were a smart guy, but it seems I was wrong. Didn't you hear what her mom had to say? Kagome and I are together, so back the fuck off, Suguru."

"Kagome is only with you because she hasn't been with me."

"You tryin' to say I can't fuck?"

"No, you lack the emotional intelligence to give Kagome what she needs."

Kento blinks. Did Suguru just admit Satoru... his face warms. An image of Satoru and Suguru together buries itself into his brain and seeps down into his bloodstream. Dear Kami, help him. This apartment is hot. Too hot. Maybe he should loosen his tie, get some air flow?

"What's with him?"

"I'm telling ya, he wants to fuck me."

Kento scowls. "I never said that." He should have never told Shoko about his fantasies. It's not about Satoru, so much as it is about Kagome, but... Satoru's cock is... Kento grits his teeth. Stop thinking about that!

"Yeah? Why you blush every time I take my blindfold off?"

"From anger," Kento says, turning his head away. "There are no clues here. Now what?"

Suguru sighs. "I suppose the best course of action would be to finish the missions you two were assigned, so we can learn to work together and get unstuck. We could cover more ground that way. And the kidnapper isn't Mori, since he's dead."

"And then when we get Kagome back, you'll back off," Satoru says, not addressing Suguru's comment about Mori.

Kento squints. Are they not going to address that?

"Not happening," Suguru says. He eyes Satoru for a moment. "Where were you taking her over the weekend?"

"Why would I tell you?" Satoru scoffs, though it comes off as if he is whining.

"Because I'm coming too."

"Fuck no."

"Worried she'll see I'm the better man?"

"First off, Suguru," Satoru says, poking Suguru's chest. "You're a serial killer. I'm the better man, not you. And second, the only people coming on this trip are Kagome and me. Not you. You can go in your palms for all I care. Or go fuck a cactus."

"ENOUGH!" Kento shouts, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is exactly why Kagome said this wasn't going to work. Stop talking about her like she's some kind of property."

His chest rises.

His blood pressure even higher.

Satoru and Suguru stare at him, the wheels turning in their minds. Suguru's expression is more open than Satoru's. They look at one another and must come to some kind of agreement because the tenseness in their shoulders drops and the atmosphere between them is charged with something else.

Kento swallows. His heart rate slows to a turtle's pace. Pain blooms between his brows, settling in like an unwelcome guest.

He got them to get along, but why does it feel like he took a sword to the heart?

***

A/N: Shippo is probably laughing his ass off and kicking his feet up. Hope you had an amazing week and I hope you are having an awesome Saturday. Make sure to drink lots of water and stay hydrated in this heat. And reach out to someone you haven't talked to in a while, you never know how that might brighten someone's day.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

I don’t know where your number is at soooooo —

Could you please write a fic with reader being trained by the phantomhive staff in self defense / defending the manor in general? Either all together or a mini story for mey rin, bard, Tanaka, Sebastian? I figured Finny would be more like your personal cheerleader?? Because he can’t exactly teach anyone to have super strength, ya feel? Please and thank you!!

this is sorta like a cross between the ideas?

I LOVE THEM ALL, YOUR HONOR

“There we are, that’s it! … Lord, (Name), y’ need t’ tighten up y’r aim a bit, y’ do. That was a bit sloppy.”

You offer a little wince as you turn back to MEY RIN, wondering exactly what she expects of you. This is your first time shooting a gun, after all! “S… sorry, ma’am. I’m trying.”

She nods understandingly. “No, no, I know y’ are. Y’ coulda done a lot worse, all things considered.”

Within only a few seconds, she’s swiftly at your back. Arms around you, she snaps your hands and gun into a slightly different position. She’s been doing this for so long, it must be almost like breathing to her, mustn’t it? You have to wonder how she’s not incredibly frustrated with a newcomer’s abilities.

“C’mere. Let’s see… good. Alright, gimme one more shot an’ we’ll take a li’l breather, alright? Don’t want y’ gettin’ all shaky or nothin’.” She gestures toward the target with her head, then moves to let go so you can shoot on your own. “Pretend that target’s an enemy. Someone what came along t’ do us all harm an’ threaten the master. Y’ don’t ask questions, y’ protect the manor. Shoot ‘em.”

That’s intimidating, but not inaccurate. You don’t want your new life to slip away; you straighten up, take aim, and pull the trigger.

It isn’t long before you move on, with the next person giving you a lesson being BARD.

It seems his preferred method of dealing with intruders is also a gun, just like Mey Rin, although he shows very clearly that he also has a fondness for… well… explosives. He also tells you point-blank that he tends to use guns at closer range than Mey Rin does.

Which you’d lean toward, you don’t even know. All you know is that the recoil from shooting a close-up target is painful. This isn’t something you’d want to do unless your life literally did depend on it.

That said, the explosives aren’t much better. Bard’s gotten very good at controlling the resulting fires, so having you light and throw one toward a target isn’t a problem. The biggest problem is that your hands shake on the matches, leading you to nearly burn yourself.

“That’s alright,” he sighs as he throws water over the last of the embers. “You did jus’ fine, alright? You’re a better shot than you are usin’ fire. So we’ll jus’ make sure you always have a gun nearby.”

“I’m sorry…” You cradle your almost-burnt hand to your chest. “I… suppose it could be worse, right?”

He nods. “That’s right. You’re doin’ fine. C’mon, go take five minutes in the garden with Finny an’ you’ll come back with fresh eyes.”

Off you pop, then.

When you go in the garden to find FINNY and relax for a few minutes, he looks all too happy to see you. It’s as if he was expecting that you’d need a break by this point.

You plop down next to him beneath the tree he’s sitting under, and almost immediately he hands you a freshly picked apple right from one of the branches. He gives you a smile, but doesn’t say anything right away.

The two of you have a snack in silence, then he finally speaks up. “Gets a little intense, don’t it? You don’t gotta worry, though ― from what I seen, you’re doin’ great.”

“Thanks, Finny…” Your shoulders droop a little and you let out a breath. “I just wish it wasn’t so much work. I wish I was just strong, like you, so I wouldn’t have to learn all this.”

He shrugs. “You don’t wanna be strong like me. You’re perfect on your own. It’d be different work, learnin’ how t’ control it, anyway.”

After a moment, he grins at you. “After the break, though, I could show you how t’ distract an intruder. I mean, just ‘cause I don’t use a weapon don’t mean I ain’t got nothin’ t’ teach you!”

… As soon as you finish your apple, you decide to take him up on that.

Because Finny doesn’t want to take up too much of your time, he keeps his lesson short, and shuffles you off to SEBASTIAN shortly afterwards.

The butler is undoubtedly even more intimidating than Mey Rin was when she was teaching you. There isn’t a thing on this estate that escapes Sebastian’s notice unless Ciel specifically orders him to turn a blind eye to something.

That would be worrying enough. He clearly expects you to sharpen your perception the way that he does. He leads you on a veritable tour of the entire estate, attempting (and quite often succeeding) to catch you off guard with attacks that a real enemy would try to use.

If nothing else, like the rest of the staff, Sebastian does take care not to actually hurt you. Well… he bruises your ego a little bit.

“You must keep your eyes a bit more open,” he says, clicking his tongue once you just narrowly avoid falling into the last trap he’s set for you. “If I had been a genuine intruder who got in quietly, you may have fallen to me.”

Still, his face softens when that damned observation of his catches how exhausted you are. It’s obvious he knows how hard you’ve been working. “You have one more day of training ahead of you. For now, what you’ve done will suffice. Go relax, and early to bed with you, because you can be certain you’ll be early to rise tomorrow.”

With one last bow, you trudge down the hallway toward the stairs, intending to head up to the room Ciel has assigned to you near the rest of the servants’.

Before you can get that far, TANAKA stops you. Without so much as word (but with his usual easygoing smile), he ushers you toward the kitchen. You’re bone tired by now, so you follow without any comment.

Once there, he takes a cup from one of the counters and presses it gently into your hands. “Here we are. Something to end your day on a good note ― give you a little soothing after all the effort you’ve been putting in.”

It’s warm against your fingers, the temperature on its own already seeping into all your aches. “O-oh… thank you, Tanaka. I appreciate it… you didn’t have to.”

“No, but you’ll find that the Phantomhive household is rather all about doing things we don’t have to,” he chuckles. “Take the tea up to your room. I’ll be along toward the end of the night to collect it so you don’t need to worry.”

Before you leave, however, he presses something else into your hand: a small blade, concealed within the design of an intricate skeleton key and designed to be flicked open quickly. “And take this, as well. Just in case you happen not to have a gun in reach should something happen. We’re all very proud of you, (Name).”

You give him a brief hug before pocketing the knife and heading up toward your room.

As you open the door to slip inside, the very last thing Ciel said to you echoes in your mind.

You are a Phantomhive servant now, (Name). Never forget that.

You don’t think there’s any way you could.

[ladylilithprime]

Day 20: Limbo

(Set in the Familiar'verse. Sam Winchester is a lawyer and practicing witch. Detective John Castiel Novak is a cat shapeshifter and Sam's familiar. Dean Winchester officially works for the FBI as a hunter community liaison.)

THE BAR FOR doing basic research on a hunt is so low that it's practically a tripping hazard in Hell," Sam Winchester groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "yet here you are trying to Limbo with the demons."

"You'd know all about that, wouldn't ya, freak?" the man tied to the chair spat, struggling against the ropes. He wasn't getting out any time soon; Sam knew how to tie very good knots, and he'd been thorough frisking the guy after he was knocked out before doing it. "Which one's got your contract, huh? Had to get those damned witch powers from somewhere."

"Mary Campbell Winchester," Sam drawled, lips quirking a bit at the sudden look of shock that crossed the man's face. "These powers run in her side of my family. No demon deals needed, and no demons allowed. Though that line of thinking does explain what you thought you were doing breaking in here if you're the kind of idiot who hears 'witch' and skips straight over the 'natural' part."

"No such thing!" the man protested, glaring. "Ain't nothing natural about freaky powers what scare the shit out of nornal people, turning 'em into cats--"

"Bite me, bitch," snapped a smoke-roughened voice from over on the couch. "I was born this way!"

"How're you feeling, Cas?" Sam asked, his lazy tone belying the very real concern he felt for his lover and familiar.

"Like I got flung across the room by an armed intruder after clawing his gun hand to keep him from shooting my partner," Cas answered dryly. "Is that animal abuse, or assaulting a police officer during an armed break-in?"

"I'm inclined to let Dean and Vic worry about that one, honestly," Sam said with a shrug. "Along with whatever other charges they want to throw at this guy."

"Charges?!" the man echoed, having the gall to actually sound offended. "You can't arrest me!"

"Me? No," admitted Sam pleasantly. "Him, though? He's a police detective, and caught you red-handed breaking into his home with lethal intentions towards his domestic partner. And if he doesn't arrest you himself, well, my brother Dean and his partner are already on the way. They're FBI, incidentally. Actual FBI."

"You'll get what's coming to you, witch," the man spat. "I ain't the only hunter out there--"

"And most of them are smarter than you and already know about me and mine," Sam interrupted with a roll of his eyes. He wasn't feeling like indulging this guy's weird self righteous bullshit or whatever it was he felt justified him trying to kill anyone who showed the slightest sign of being "on the spectrum of supernaturally gifted" as his familiar's twin brother had once phrased it. To Cas, he added, "You'd think he'd have at least heard the Winchester name before and had second thoughts before barging in. Dean's gone legit, yeah, but he's not out."

"Extremists are rarely burdened with an abundance of critical thinking skills," Cas snarked. "And that was a further admission of intent to incite violence. Do we have to leave him conscious?"

"I kinda want to see how much he keeps talking despite my warning that he's being recorded," Sam admitted with a smirk and the suddenly wide eyes on the man. "Seems to have slipped his mind along with whatever he might've heard about the Winchester family before tonight."

"Pity," Cas deadpanned.

The hunter, finally showing some amount of intelligence and self-preservation, mercifully shut up. Just in time, as Sam could feel Dean's approach to his and Cas's apartment, his brother's mind a thundercloud of anger and protective concern with Vic's steadier steel following behind. Thank Gaia, he thought as Cas gingerly got up off the couch to open the door. They might actually have a shot at going back to sleep tonight.

As if just to try and prove him wrong and get in the last word, the bound hunter hissed, "You're gonna burn in Hell, you disgusting freak. You and your pet monster."

Like Sam hadn't heard that before.

"Keep watch for me once you get there, then," he said, bored and more than ready to be done with this. "For now, you can go rot in a cell."

[wardogsong]

Frank would you stop being the Punisher if it brought your family back? Could you stop?

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"Who says I want 'em back?" FUCK. No. The words come out a little too quick and WRONG WRONG WRONG. It sounds like he's happy to have his family gone but there's nothing that could be further from the truth; not when he misses them with every fiber of his being and feels their absence like a phantom limb. It's the whiskey barely left in the glass— too much of it in his gut, muddying up his already banged up brain. Remorse washes over his tired battered features, screaming I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT and is chased by despair and disappointment in himself. Frank's a man aware that his social graces are severely lacking these days but this shit is something else entirely and it hurts him to have even mistakenly spoken of his family that way. His babygirl. His little boy. Behind the cringing closed lids of his eyes he sees them like he last saw them, red red red and wrong. Innocent angels.

SHIT, the only comfort he has in this world is the knowledge that they are safe beyond any pain that could ever try and touch them again. It's unfair, it's not perfect, they've been robbed of milestones as shitty as first heartbreaks and not getting into their first choice college; things he should have been there for to wipe their tears away. But AT LEAST, they're at peace. No shitbag boy will ever embarrass or reject his Lisa, no woman will ever rip Junior's heart out and step on it. He won't be dealing out shovel talks or dangling boys from windows for the audacity of doing them wrong. Nothing will ever touch Maria wrong again— she'll never stay up long nights worrying herself gray about them; about all the dumb choices that kids are bound to make as they grow up and test their wings— all the things Frank would have given them grief about like a hypocrite who hadn't done WORSE.

She'll never worry about anything ever again. None of them will. It's the only peace he knows.

Frank shakes his head, makes a face that says he intends to try again but first polishes off his drink— as if for courage or something. "Nah— I get it. That's a thing, now right? All these... uh... what'cha call 'em. The Enhanced. The-the-the weird shit fallin' outta the sky. People takin' a dirt nap then poppin' up like daisies again. Makes the question less uh— less hypothetical than it used t'be. I get it." He's spent the better part of two decades whiling away downtime in the desert with nothing to do but shoot the shit about every conceivable topic with his brothers. They've had deeper, weirder, and stupider conversations but everyone's played at least ONE round of 'who would you bring back if you could' and every associated variation.

"Somebody bringin' 'em back? S'no reason t'take the vest off. Somebody brings 'em back, first thing I'm doin' is loading for bear. I'd find 'em and uh— take 'em somewhere real nice. Real nice. Nice and secluded. Can't hear a man scream type'a place. They're gonna live so much longer than they wish— than they knew was possible with their guts hangin' out of them, but there's ways. Trust me, there's ways."

"Anybody ever touches them again? They're gettin' the PUNISHMENT they deserve, I'll tell ya that."

And if his family still lived beyond such a horror? How could he ever go back to them with his bloodied hands and his marked soul? No. No, there'd be no reason to put down the skull at all. It'd only be EVEN MORE reason to keep it on and live on as the memento mori that Lieberman had dubbed him. A reminder to all who even thought to intrude upon those restored lives that all men die— some more brutally and painfully than others, if they ended up in his crosshairs.

[hailtothemightystarwarrior]

The Star Warrior Nutcracker Ch. 4: Ambush In Cappy Town

metaknight glanced around. “Strange. The cappies has lived in this area for generations. My guess is that daroach either captured them or ran to avoid capture”

adeleine looked at him “Why would he want to capture them?”

“Before I was banished, daroach bragged about making everybody his slave, not because he needed any, but for his own amusement. He even showed me two colorful sisters in chains, claiming her as his own personal fortunetellers”

“Fortunetellers?”

“ He said they can conjure the spirit of the dreams and see the future. He forced her to tell him how to work on his own magic. No doubt that’s how he found you”

He shook his head sadly “If that’s what he’s doing to her, who knows what he’s making other folks so?” he looked at adeleine and then up at the a large tree

adeleine went up and grabbed a red cheeked apple that had captured her interest. She was on the tip of her toes as she grasped it. When she tried to pluck it off the branch however, it wouldn’t budge, as if something was holding back. Determined to have the apple, Adeleine pulled at it with all her might. She shrieked when a head popped out. It was the head of a boy. In the brief moment she saw the boy, adeleine could see a strand of blonde and green hair dangling.

For it was a brief moment, as the start made her fall back to the ground. The others rushed to catch her when they were suddenly brought up and enclosed in a net from the ground, which ensnared Adeleine as she fell. The net hoists them upwards from the trees.

Around them, cappy folks of all ages, including children. Before they knew it, they were surrounded by weapons of all kinds: Knives, swords, spears, rifles, clubs, pitchforks, even frying pans! The last one was held by an elderly cappy in a brown hat

“Alright, intruders!” he hollered “State your name and business!”

“Who are you?” metaknight demanded

“We’re the resistance!” a cappy declared

“Citizens of the land of dreams united against the squeak king!” Exclaimed the blonde haired boy that frightened adeleine earlier

“You’ve got us all wrong!” the nutcracker insisted “We’re on your side! Who’s your leader?”

“That would be me”

Everyone turned to the voice. Leaning against the trunk of a tree was a blonde girl with a long braid in pink and green and orange feet. She sashayed over to the prisoners

“What have we bagged ourselves here?”

“A couple of no-good trespassers!” the old man howled

The others shouted in response. adeleine shrieked as the blonde boy poked her with a pitchfork

“And thieves too!” the boy accused “This one here was tryin’ to steal our whispy apples!”

“I didn’t know!” adeleine insisted “The apples look so delicious and…”

“Looks like they’re kidnappers too!” a cappy said, pointing her club at kirby

“What?” the ribbon said “No, they didn’t kidnap us! She’s with us!”

“I reckon they’re spies too!” The elderly man claimed

I think you’re right, mayor!” another cappy, nodded, poking his spear at ribbon. “daroach will get anyone to do his dirty work! Even kids!

“Hmm,” the ringleader said, rubbing her chin. “two girls and a young man traveling on this road in these times is mighty suspicious… what do you suppose we do with them?

“Let’s just shoot ‘em!” one shouted excitedly

“Nah, too messy, Bookem. We might get blood on the trees”

“We could drown ‘em in the river!" Another cappy offered

“Not a bad idea, samo, but their bodies could float upstream. We can’t risk daroach’s squeakers finding clues as to where we are”

“Hey, Tiff” one cappy exclaimed, pointing his rifle at adeleine “This one’s a not a cappy!”

“Gus!” the leader, Tiff, cried. “What have I told you about flirting with the prisoners?”

“No! I mean she’s human!”

“And this one’s made of wood!” a cappy declared, pointing at metaknight. “I think he’s a toy soldier of some kind!”

“A Toy, huh? tiff, crossing her arms. “Well, I must say that’s a new one. Haven’t seen these people around these parts for a while. Didn’t daroach would use them as spies”

“We’re not spies!” the nutcracker repeated

He looked among the denizens and gasped when he saw a familiar face

“Chef bookem? Is that you? It’s me, metaknight! We worked in the palace!”

The bearded cappy tilted his head at him. Some of the resistance members lowered their weapons

“Did he say metaknight?” the blonde boy questioned

“Spies will say anything these days! The one we caught last week said he was didn’t say a word. The fact that he escaped only proved he was a spy”

He approached the nutcracker “metaknight was destroyed by daroach. he may be evil, but he’s no idiot. He would’ve made sure there was nothing left of his adversary!”

I don’t know, tiff,” samo said skeptically “there were rumors that the captain wasn’t destroyed, but banished”

“I heard he was turned into wood!” the cappy declared

“I heard he was turned into a doll of some sort!” the boy exclaimed

“Yes, I was!” metaknight said frantically. “And i was banished too! I came back to destroy the squeak king!”

“Then what are they here for?” tiff asked, tilting her head towards the ladies

“They’re my, err, companions. They’re here to help too! I know you’re fighting for the same cause, so if you’ll cut us down and join us, we can defeat the squeak king and end his reign of terror!”

There was murmur among the resistance. Tiff saw the uncertainty in her followers and sighed

“The way I see it, there’s only one way to clear up this whole mess” she turned to one of the old cappy in brown “Mayor? You knew metaknight better than any of us. Is this him?”

The mayor looked up at the nutcracker and brought his face closer to get a better view of him. After a minute of scrutinizing, he smiled and replied:

“Yes, that’s the captain of the guards!”

The resistance gasped and dropped their weapons with a unified bow. Tiff wore an astonished expression on her face. She knew her partner was rarely ever mistaken and his decree made heat rush to her cheeks in embarrassment.

“Oh, well, uh…” she couched “right then. Boys, cut ‘em loose”

Two cappies nodded and cut the rope with a knife. The four companions shrieked as they dropped to the ground. Tiff held out his hand to help the nutcracker up.

“Apologies cap’n,” she said softly. “We didn’t mean to intimidate you, but you never know who ya can trust these days”

“perfectly understandable. I wouldn’t done the same” metaknight

“I’m just sorry we hadn’t recognized ya earlier”

“Too bad you realized it too late!” a voice exclaimed

Everyone turned and gasped, seeing an army of spinni had appeared out of nowhere. Tiff smiled smugly at the source of the voice”

“Doc,” she smirked “it’s been a while, bud”

“tiff,” Doc growled, “Don’t think I've forgotten what you did to my saucer!”

“Oh yeah, that?” that was a gift. How do you like another one for new year’s?”

That was enough to tick the bluish-white mouse off. “That does it!”

“Army of squeakers! Attack!”

The squeakers army lunged forward while the resistance members picked up their weapons. Tiff turned to the nutcracker

“We’ll hold them off as long as we can. You and your friends get outta here!”

“But…” metaknight started to say

“Don’t worry about us. This isn’t our first battle. You have one of your own to get to!”

He looked between her and his companions and nodded “We’ll never forget this!”

“Good luck with ol’ daroach!” tiff called the four travelers. He faced forward. “Cappies, for freedom!”

The resistance members cheered as they charged and met the squeakers with fire in their blood. tiff’s first move was kicking storo in the gut, the blonde boy wacked doc’s saucer with his pitchfork and the mayor whacking squeakers with his cane. Meanwhile, the nutcracker and his companions crept away, hoping the fracas would be enough to distract thesqueakers, for no doubt they were after adeleine again

However, they did not go unnoticed. Once storo had recovered from tiff’s blow, his jaw dropped when he saw the four escaping

“The girl!” he exclaimed “They’re getting away with the girl! Come on, squeakers!

He gestured for doc to follow him. After one thrown the mayor over his head and the other kicked the blonde boy aside, they chased after the escapes. Adeleine, ribbon, and kirby squealed when the squeakers leaped out and surrounded them

“storo” doc ordered “Grabbed the girl! But remember what the master said!”

storo nodded and chuckled as he advanced on adeleine. metaknight held his hand protectively in front of her and drew his sword

“Not a chance, storo!”

“Ignore him!” doc exclaimed, waving him off. “I’ll take care of him! tears the fairy and pink ball apart!”

“On my signal,” metaknight whispered to the others

He waited for the squeakers to lunge forward with their bombs before shouting:

“Duck!”

“They crouched down, making the squeakers collide into each other. The four companions scrambled off in different directions before they fall on them. The squeakers groaned as they attempted to rise. When doc saw that their target had fled, slapped his compatriots

“Get them, you fools!”

Meanwhile, the battle between the freedom fighters and the squeakers was still going on. Tiff found himself pressed up against the tree with five sqeakers closing in on her. This, however, did not wipe the smug expression off of her face

You’re all are messin’ with the wrong girl” said tiff, drawing two pistols from her belt

“Y’all hungry for lead?”

She fired the pistol and shot and the squeakers. Those squeakers had enough weak spots for her to work with. she fired around the circle with both pistols and moved onto another group. He kept firing until he pulled both triggers and only clicks could be heard

The squeakers closed in on her, but tiff was unfazed by this setback

“Fine,” she said, sliding her guns back in the holsters “We’ll just do this the old fashioned way then”

Her grin widened as she pulled out a whip “Say hello to Ol’ betsy, fellas!”

On the other side of the forest, ribbon was running from storo, she yelped when he grabbed her arm and brought her up to his face

“Got you now, fairy!”

His laughter was short-lived when a apple hits him in the back of the head, rendering him unconscious. He fell and loosened his on ribbon. the fairy looked up and saw the blonde and green boy in a tree with a slingshot

“We kids gotta stick together!” he declared, saluting

ribbon saluted back before running off

Meanwhile, Adeleine was being pursued by Doc. She screamed when two more squeakers appeared in her path

“Nowhere to run, pretty girl!”

She spun around to face doc and quivered in fear

“The master is so anxious to see you again!” he cackled “take her away!”

The two squeakers each snatched one of her arms. adeleine’s necklace then started pulsing and a wave of rainbow energy was released. The squeakers were knocked backwards into the snow

adeleine was once again stunned at her necklace’s magic, but didn’t think much of it as she was more focused on escaping. She headed towards the forest, hoping she would be safe when another squeaker obstructed her path. it was about to grab her, the person responsible for it cracked her whip again, slashing it across the squeaker.

“Get to the forest,” tiff whispered to adeleine “I’ll make sure they don’t follow you!”

The girl nodded and ran towards the pine trees. tiff turned to face an incoming pack of squeakers and stretched his whip readily

“Bring it on, rodents!”

It looked like the resistance was going to win the battle, but they were greatly outnumbered by the squeakers. Doc shook the tree the green and blonde boy was in hard enough to bring him down. tiff spun around at the sound of his little brother’s scream. The squeakers took advantage of his distraction and pounced. tiff managed to whip a few of them off with her strength, but she was overpowered

Suddenly, a feminine voice cried out, “away with you rats!”

The squeakers screamed as they were beaten by ribbon. They scrambled off tiff, who looked up in amazement at her savior. Ribbon winked as she continued beating the squeakers

“Never mess with a girl!”

tiff nodded in approval and cracked his whip. “You go join your friends in the woods. I’ve got them”

ribbon called for kirby and the pink duo ran into the bushes. tiff was about to be subdued again when metaknight appeared at his side and fought off half the pack with his sword

“There’s too many of them!” he declared “Your troops will have to retreat!”

“No!” Tiff insisted, wrapping his whip around a squeaker’s body “We can take ‘em! you Just go and get outta here!”

“You’re outnumbered! You’ll never defeat them on your own!”

Once their attackers were down, tiff grabbed metaknight’s hand and hastened him to the forest. She turned back when she heard screams and her jaw dropped. All her comrades had been captured! Some were struggling in the grips of the squeakers while others were already tied up. her little brother was kicking in storo’s strong grasp

“Tuff!” Tiff cried, rushing to her brother’s aid

metaknight held her back “Don’t! We gotta get outta here!”

“But they have my little brother! I can’t just stand here and do nothin’!”

“You’ll have to! If you try and save him now, you’ll get captured too, and there’ll be no saving either of you!”

tiff looked at him for a moment and then gave a solemn, but understanding nod

“Now let’s go!” the nutcracker said

He pulled the resistance leader into the bushes where adeleine, kirby and ribbon were already hiding. tiff peered over the bush and watch the squeakers bind his little brother with the others

“Oh, tuff…” he sighed “I knew I shouldn’t’ve let him fight! I knew he would get hurt!”

He trailed off metaknight put an assuring hand on his shoulder

“The only way to save your brother and the rest of the rebels now is if we defeat the squeak king. Then everyone will be free”

tiff nodded with a determined look in his eye “Count me in, then. Come on, we should move deeper into the woods before they find us”

The five companions crouched down and slowly made their way through the trees

“No use taking the rainbow road now,” metaknight whispered “daroach will be expecting us to be on it”

“It was a stupid thing to do in the first place!” tiff snorted “But i can take you to the palace. I know this forest like the back off my hand! I can sneak us through so that daroach won’t see us coming when we reach the palace! Besides,” she said patting her belt, “you’ll need the defense”

He lifted his head and listened for danger “Okay, I think it’s safe to walk now”

The five stood up and brushed the snow off their clothes

“Let’s see,” tiff said, glancing at their surroundings. “The dream palace is up north, which should be…” she paused and pointed in one direction “That way!”

“How do you know?” ribbon asked

“The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. North would be in between”

The others watched in awe as they followed the resistance leader

“I like her,” ribbon whispered to kirby

“How did those squeakers get here so fast, anyway? adeleine inquired “I thought you said it was a day’s journey from here to the palace”

“It is,” tiff explained “But in order for those squeakers to act quickly, daroach gave them the power to appear out into different parts of the land”

“I didn’t see any of them teleport,” ribbon declared

“They can only teleport far distances. daroach can’t give his servants too much power”

Tiff paused and spun around “Sorry, I’m afraid I didn’t catch all your names”

“I’m ribbon!” the little fairy piped. “And this is kirby!”

“And I’m adeleine” the girl waved shyly

“Well, I’m tiff,” the resistance leader greeted, shaking her hand, “In case you didn’t hear from the others. Now I know why the squeakers were after youl. I mean I know they weren’t after the captain here. I thought they were at first, but they, but they seemed a lot more interesting to this here girl. Mind tellin’ me what that was all about?”

“It’s a long story,” metaknight said

Tiff shrugged. “We’ve got a long journey ahead of us. You Might as well start talking.”

[galaxy-lilies]

Cupid Karl AU

AU where Karl is a cupid who does the classic "shoot an arrow in the back of two or more lovers and they’ll all get together" scenario. Well, he’s assigned to the quacknap duo and instead of doing it the traditional way he lets it play out.

He gets them together more organically rather than shoot ‘em with an arrow and that’s that. Though in order to do so he adopted a human form and name. He befriends both of them and when he initially set them up for a date they ask him to go with them.

“Where are you going Karl? We haven’t even ordered anything yet,” Sapnap asked, looking up at the man as he stood up from the booth. Karl glanced at Q and Sapnap.

“But I don’t want to intrude-”

"Since when have you ever intruded on a hangout session," Quackity teased, patting the seat next to him. "Come on, I know that you like the banana split sundaes here."

Karl eventually sits back down and the three talk well into the evening. They talked for so long they didn't realize that it was late until they were more or less kicked out from the diner.

It would continue in this pattern: every time Karl tried to set up a date between Sapnap and Quackity, but they would include him as well. It wasn’t until he found himself cuddled between both of them during a movie night did he realize “oh fuck maybe I am falling in love with them."

Mans having an absolute crisis but he knows that him being a cupid would fuck up everything so Karl shot himself with one of his cupid arrows and the world went blank.

Quackity and Sapnap do get together in the end though they can’t help but feel something was off when they tried to recall how they met each other in the first place. It was like a gap in their memory, they couldn’t figure out though they tried to not let it bother them.

Though they do get a sense of deja vu when they run into a man with fluffy brown hair...

Essentially Karl gave up his divinity but also erased his + quacknap’s memory of him. But since he used one of his last arrows on himself it’s still fated that the three will run into each other and fall in love.

[domjaehyun]

crybaby → l.mk, l.dh, n.jm

PAIRING: hyuck x mark x jaemin x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 11k

GENRE: smuuut, it’s smut, seriously stop reading this line it’s smut that’s all there is to it, jk a bit of fluff surprise!

CONTENTS: dacryphilia, sadistic doms, choking, manhandling, brat taming, light daddy kink, overstimulation, oral (receiving & giving), foursome, degradation, some praise kink, reader’s kind of a lil hoe but it’s okay because we love her anyway, hyuck favoritism (because...come on...it’s hyuck), uh...the 00 line has been aged up one year (or Mark’s been aged down) so they’re all the same class year!

SUMMARY: When Donghyuck, Jaemin, and Mark find out they aren’t the only ones you’ve been talking to, they decide to take matters into their own hands.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: JK Rowling is a pathetic excuse for a human being, so we’re gonna pretend she didn’t write this series. It’s also totally fine if you don’t know Harry Potter stuff; I do my best to explain everything for you!! If you still have questions, you can always Google them or send a message to my inbox! This is also...kind of...a (late) birthday present for Raya @gohyuck​ 🥰 I hope you like it, Raya! Happy birthday; I hope your day was filled with love and light and happiness like you deserve! I love you! Also, everyone: please leave feedback if you liked it! It really means a lot to me when I check reblogs and see things in the tags or I get messages about my works!

“Psst.”

You roll your eyes and focus on stirring the liquid in your cauldron. Your potion is supposed to be a lovely scarlet shade, but right now it’s a murky grey. You sigh and pour in the suggested amount of dittany, a pleased smile forming on your face when the potion bubbles and fizzes and turns the appropriate shade of red.

“Psst!”

“Hm. Well done.” Professor Snape says with an air of reluctance in his tone as he walks by your desk and peers into your cauldron. A proud smile takes over your face, and you keep stirring your cauldron, humming softly to yourself. The sun filters through the foggy windows–you can’t recall the last time you or anyone else saw Filch cleaning them, honestly–and brightens up the dreary classroom, made all the drearier by Professor Snape and his no-nonsense, downright hostile ambiance. 

“Pretty girl, are you sure you want me to raise my voice and have everyone hear what I’m about to say to you?”

Sucking your teeth, you shoot the offending intruder a glare.

“Donghyuck, shut up.”

“I just need something from you!” 

“What do you need?” You whisper, annoyed, and he doesn’t reply. You turn to look at him, and he’s holding out an empty vial with a smug grin on his face.

“What supplies could you possibly need that you don’t have at your desk, Donghyuck?” Your voice is laced with disdain as you rake your eyes over his frame. Standing tall and proud, the golden-skinned male smirks at you, poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek as he wiggles the vial in his hand expectantly.

“I need a lock of your hair.” He explains, and you shoot him a mortified glance.

“Why?” You whisper back, and his grin widens. “What potion could you possibly be making that needs my hair?”

“Making Polyjuice Potion.” He answers simply, shaking the vial again.

“What?!” You hiss incredulously, and he gestures to his cauldron as if to say, “Don’t believe me?” You look up and around suspiciously to see Snape attending to a struggling fifth-year girl from Slytherin as she slaves over her cauldron, and let your gaze drift back to Donghyuck, whose eyes are twinkling playfully. You sigh heavily and move closer, peering in his cauldron. Sure enough, a mixture looking dangerously like wet cement rolls and bubbles in his cauldron, and you gasp in surprise, looking at him. “How did you get all those supplies?”

“Swiped ‘em from Snape’s closet.” He replies proudly, reaching a hand up to twirl a lock of your hair around his finger. You eye him suspiciously, half-expecting him to yank and literally rip the hair out of your head to achieve his goal, but he eventually releases the strand of hair, his hand returning to his wooden spoon as he stirs the thick liquid created to transform the drinker into the person whose hair, nails, or other DNA remnant has been dropped into the mixture. “Are you gonna give me your hair or not?”

“Not.” You reply with a teasing smile, playing with a lock of your own hair. “Why do you want to become me, anyway? I don’t even want to be me some days.”

“You really wanna know?” His voice is lower than it was before, an alluring lilt to his voice that has a small tremor running through your body. 

“Yeah, duh.” You reply, clearing your throat in an attempt to clear the thickness of desire that managed to build up alarmingly quickly. You and Donghyuck have always had this sort of flirtatious relationship that built slowly from your fifth year when he was in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class; Donghyuck liked watching the concentration in your face when you cast your spells, and you had to admit that the fire in his eyes when he performs spells was–well, if you’re being honest...is–more than a little enticing.

Now, you two are in your final year of Hogwarts, and the tension has built up to an all-time high ever since he convinced you to kiss him in the hallway during the Yule Ball in your fourth year. You remember the day so very clearly; the cologne he was practically drowned in, the way his clammy hands left damp imprints on your dress, and the way he looked at you; it was like you had hung every star in the endless black of the night sky; like you were his Patronus memory; his happiest, most vibrant recollection from his past that issues forth a spectral form to protect from Dementors. 

Time has passed since then, and Lee Donghyuck has more than grown into himself. Stunningly handsome with beautiful bronze skin and a wickedly dazzling smile, the seventh-year male has managed to charm his way up the social ladder, smooth-talking girls into practically dropping their robes for him with a flick of his eyebrows. 

Yet, this whole time, his sights have been set on you. You, the sassy little Ravenclaw born to a witch mother and Muggle father; you, the girl who, when sorted into Ravenclaw, cried because you didn’t want to be labeled as a nerd. You, the silver-tongued Ravenclaw who rose to the top of your class and stayed there as early as your second year. You, the girl with the quick wand and the even quicker mouth, who casted a Bat Bogey Hex on the unsuspecting Hufflepuff from your year, Lee Jeno, when he tried to enter the Ravenclaw dorms in the middle of the night without permission in your fourth year. Donghyuck has been pursuing you for the past three years, all to virtually no avail. You give him the time of day, entertain his flirting, but never let him get any farther than that, always making an excuse to slip away with a wry smile. 

So imagine his surprise and excitement when you two got placed in the same Potions class in your final year at Hogwarts. He was over the moon, excitedly talking Renjun’s ear off about how this was his chance, his opportunity to get to know you better. 

“Donghyuck?” Your voice cuts through his reverie, and he startles slightly, his gaze refocusing on you. “Thought I lost you for a minute there.” You chuckle, and his dazed, slightly lost expression is replaced slowly with his familiar smirk.

“Aww…did you miss me?” He coos, his voice sickeningly sweet, and you look around innocently before blinking at him with a blank expression.

“Nope,” You chirp, popping the p, and he clutches his chest tightly just over his heart, as if he’s been wounded. “I just want to know why you’re even entertaining the idea of turning into me.”

“You want me to be honest?” His voice is lower, a teasing lilt to it, and you raise your brows suspiciously. 

“Obviously.”

“Then honestly, I want a chance to see you naked.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you gasp, smacking his arm with your ladle. He snickers mischievously, and you glare at him, quickly maintaining a neutral expression when Professor Snape looks your way. You offer a small smile, but the notoriously grim professor just blinks impassively before sliding his gaze elsewhere. 

“You’re such a–”

“Handsome, charming individual who you definitely want to hop in bed with?”

“Weirdo. You’re a weirdo.” You hiss, and he smirks.

“That may be,” He muses, leaning closer to you to murmur in your ear. “I think you like it, though.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You’re smiling.” He points out, fingers tapping the corner of your mouth, and you realize with an inward curse that you are smiling, a bashful little quirk of the lips alerting Donghyuck to your true feelings.

“Start to clean up your cauldrons, because class is about to be dismissed.” Professor Snape drawls, and you lean away from the frustratingly charming Slytherin next to you to start pouring your potion down the steel basin. You keep a small vial of your potion, a devious plan forming in your head. 

“Need that lock of your hair, pretty girl,” Donghyuck reminds you, and you raise an eyebrow.

“Too bad,” You sing-song, and he huffs, pouting at you petulantly. “Also,” You hum, turning fully to face him and resting your hip against the table, “if you want to see me naked…”

He leans closer, intrigued, and you mirror his movements, bringing your lips to his ear. 

“All you have to do is ask.” You whisper, and his eyes blow wide, a derisive snort leaving your lips.

“Oh, yeah?” He murmurs, his tone far more seductive than you’d expected. “Can I–”

“Gotta go!” You chirp, picking up your bag and breezing past him. His awkward spluttering and floundering in your wake is just enough distraction for you to slip a couple of drops of Babbling Potion into his water bottle. The red clouds briefly, but fades into clear, and you smirk as you wait outside of the classroom, easily blending in with the throngs of students migrating to their next classes. Just as Donghyuck walks out with Renjun, who’d been regrettably separated from him during class by Professor Snape, he takes a swig from his bottle mid-sentence and shudders slightly before continuing to talk. 

“So I was saying–buh, b-buh ba, ba boo, buh. W-wuh? Buh buh-bah?” Donghyuck’s face of confusion and Renjun’s cackle of amusement are completely and totally priceless, and, satisfied with the temporary mayhem you’ve caused, you sneak away in an approaching crowd of fourth-years with a bounce in your step.

“Now, I want you to firmly grasp right at the base of the stem and quickly pull your Mandrake out. Try your best to soothe it before you re-pot it, as it will prosper when its temperament is good.” Professor Sprout instructs loudly, and you all heed her orders, your hand wrapping around the stem of the plant and getting ready to tug it free from the soil. On her call, you pull your heavy root baby from the soil of its previous pot, and the room is filled with wails and cries as the earthy toned babies cry in distress. You cradle it in your arms, shushing it gently and stroking it carefully, the Mandrake’s cries dying down quickly. You continue to rock it almost fondly, and sneak a glance over to the ever-flirtatious Hufflepuff in your year, Na Jaemin.

He is, to put it lightly, struggling. His silver hair looks a bit all over the place as he tries to calm his extremely grumpy Mandrake down so he can re-pot it. The earth baby wails and flails and cries and even snaps at his finger when he attempts to touch its face. You barely hide your giggle, and he shoots a playful glare over at you, his expression slightly anguished.

“Angel,” He purrs, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Wanna help me out?”

“Not really.” You reply simply, and his face falls as he looks at you helplessly.

“Please? Mine might wake yours up if it keeps crying.” He points out, and you sigh in defeat, knowing he has a point. 

“Fine. Pass the Mandrake.” You say, and he stops cradling it like a baby, holding it instead by the base of the stem. The baby’s wails increase, and you glare at him. 

“You dolt, you’re supposed to hold it like a baby! Would you hold a baby by its hair?” You hiss incredulously, swooping forward to scoop up the extremely fussy baby in your arms. You make room in your other arm for the previously rooted infant and start to rock it from side to side, shushing it gently. Its mood change is immediate, the baby promptly calming down and even cooing affectionately at your fingers as you dangle them over its head. 

“Cute little baby,” You hum sweetly to the small soil-covered infant, and you could swear it smiles at you. “See?” You turn to look at Jaemin to prove your point, only to find that he’s staring at you adoringly. “What’s that look for?”

“You’re so good at taking care of them,” He sighs dreamily, and you snort in amusement. “Wonder how you’d take care of me…”

“...Do you want to be cradled like a baby and cooed at affectionately?” You reply with a small, amused smirk, and he narrows his eyes at you.

“No...but I was thinking you could take care of me in other ways.” He smiles dazzlingly at you, and you roll your eyes before gently handing him his now sleeping Mandrake. He takes it in his arms and re-pots it carefully, covering it in soil and tapping the dirt down snugly. You follow suit when you’ve had enough of cuddling the surprisingly endearing Mandrake and dust your hands off, heading to the sink to wash your hands off. Jaemin follows after you and sidles up next to you in front of the sink, your hips and inner arms brushing against each other. As you two wash your hands, you peer up at him curiously.

“Why are you pretty much on top of me?” 

Smiling wickedly with an upwards flick of his eyebrows, Jaemin answers, “Trust me, angel; if I were really on top of you...you’d know.” 

“Oh, get away from me,” You laugh, spraying his face with water. He gasps and sprays you right back, making you gasp and glare at him. 

“What’s wrong? Are you all wet now?” He asks, the glint in his eyes hinting to his double entendre. 

“You’re insufferable.” You scoff, and he just chuckles, rinsing his hands free of the lathered-up soap and drying them on a paper towel. He hands you one, and you take it gratefully, patting your face dry before tending to your hands. “Go kiss Professor Sprout’s ass so she won’t dock Hufflepuff points because you were being a disturbance in class.”

“I’d much rather kiss your ass,” He murmurs in your ear, darting away with a cackle as you turn to swat at him. Jaemin has been pestering you ever since your sixth year, flirting shamelessly in every class you two happened to share. From lingering touches, intense staring competitions with you and your lips, and flirtatious remarks slipping from his lips with ease, you can’t honestly say that you’re opposed to the attention; sometimes, if you’re being very honest, you’ll return the flirtatious banter, never failing to make his eyes light up with glee. As you look around the room, you catch Jaemin’s eye once more, the platinum-haired male chatting with Professor Sprout. His gaze lingers for a moment, drops down to take in your figure, then drags back up to shoot you a surreptitious wink that happens so quickly you think you may have imagined it.

His following smirk tells you that you didn’t, and you sigh in faux annoyance, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you go to check on your Mandrake.

“Today, class, we will be practicing the Patronus spell,” Professor McGonagall announces to the room full of sixth and seventh year students, and a wave of excited, hushed whispers fills the room. “Silence.” She orders calmly, and her authority is so elegant yet powerful that the class obeys, immediately quieting themselves down. “I want you to pair up with someone and take turns attempting to conjure a Patronus. It may come as a silver wisp at first, and that’s quite alright; it is a difficult spell, and you may struggle to find a happy enough memory to trigger it. Just keep trying, and your efforts will be rewarded.” At the end of her announcement, the class starts to buzz with excitement as everyone stands up and gravitates towards their preferred partner. 

You stand up as well, making your way to the front of the class, and tap your target on the shoulder. Mark Lee–Head Boy, Gryffindor legend at this point–stares up at you curiously before his face breaks out into a wide smile.

“Partners?” You ask, and he nods eagerly, standing up and following you to an unoccupied spot in the room. You pull out your wand and twirl it between your fingers as you think of your happiest memory. After thinking for about ten minutes, you’re startled out of your deep thinking by Mark waving his wand excitedly.

“I got it!” He chirps, and he waves his wand purposefully, saying the incantation, “Expecto Patronum!” A strong burst of silver issues forth from his wand, but doesn’t take any sort of shape, instead just remains floating around him in a protective mist. His disappointment is adorable, his face falling and a small pout forming on his very cute lips. “Why didn’t it work?” He whines, and you snicker at how very cute he is.

“What was your memory?” You ask curiously, and he shifts from foot to foot awkwardly.

“When I got appointed Head Boy,” He mumbles, and you raise an eyebrow.

“If that’s your happiest memory, that’s kinda sad, don’t you think? Dig a little deeper, Lee.” You chuckle, and he rubs the back of his neck as he smiles bashfully.

“You’re right. Okay, you give it a try, then!” He suggests, and you shake your head.

“Mm-mm! Haven’t found my memory yet.” You dodge the invitation, and he rolls his eyes jokingly before he enters deep thought again. 

“Okay, I think I got it,” Mark says after another moment of silence, brandishing his wand again. You step back and he recites the spell once more, a strong gust of silver wisps issuing forth from his wand and swirling around until it takes the shape of–

“A lion. Dope,” You gasp in awe, suddenly inspired. You wave your wand and recite the incantation, beaming when a silver tiger bursts forth from the tip of your wand and lands in a crouching position, its tail swishing from side to side playfully. You stare at it, enraptured, as it eyes Mark’s Patronus, its bottom wiggling before it pounces at the unsuspecting lion, who topples under the sheer force. You and Mark watch in amazement as the two fierce felines tumble around and wrestle like playful kittens, and barely notice when Professor McGonagall comes up behind you two.

“Spectacular job, both of you,” She says proudly, smiling in approval. Her praise means the absolute world to you, your eyes lighting up as you look at Mark excitedly. You both thank her eagerly, and she nods before walking away to check on other students.

“So,” Mark breaks the comfortable silence with a gentle, playful nudge to your side, and you turn your head to look at him curiously. “What was your memory?”

“Mm...what was yours?” You dodge the question, and he gets a playful, secretive glint in his eyes.

“That’s top secret.” He murmurs to you, and you snort in amusement. “Tell me yours and maybe I’ll tell you mine.” 

“Mm...no, mine is even more top secret.” You hum, shrugging nonchalantly, and he rolls his eyes.

“Fine.”

“Fine.” You chirp.

“Good!”

“Good,” You muse, inspecting your nails, and he narrows his eyes.

“Fine.” 

“Are you done, Lee?” You chuckle, and he huffs in response, his gaze turning back to your Patronuses which are still playing with each other.

“Call me crazy, but I think Lee Donghyuck is looking at you…” Doyeon whispers in your ear. It’s almost hard to hear her, what with the wind whipping around your frames as you sit in the stands on the Quidditch field. The vast majority of the student body is packed into the stands as they watch Slytherin and Gryffindor compete, and as you squint up into the bright sky at the players zooming around, you lock eyes with Donghyuck who is, in fact, staring directly at you with a frustratingly attractive smirk on his face. 

You blink impassively at him before looking away with a small smile you failed to hide, and you can practically hear his chuckle of amusement.

“He is! He is staring at you!” Doyeon’s voice screeches in your ear, and you wince, jolting away and clapping a hand over your ear protectively. “Wait a minute...why is he staring at you?”

“He’s in my Potions class,” You answer smoothly. “He probably just recognized me in the crowd.”

“No...no, that can’t be it. Recognizing you in the crowd is entirely different from staring at you until you meet his eyes and look away with a smile that you thought I didn’t notice.” She replies sharply, and you raise your eyebrows. 

Damn, she’s more observant than you thought.

“Okay, so maybe he’s the guy I kissed at the Yule Ball…” You trail off, and Doyeon jumps up and down excitedly, whacking your arm violently and repeatedly. “Fucking ouch, Doyeon!”

“Sorry! I just—oh, my God, he’s flying this way.” She squeals excitedly, and you drag your eyes up skyward to lock once more on Donghyuck’s playful gaze.

“Can I help you?” You mouth, fully aware of all the eyes on you; it’s not hard to track where his gaze is pointed towards, and you’re starting to feel very small in your skin.

“Just enjoying the view,” He calls out, and your eyes widen before you burst into slightly nervous laughter, mildly embarrassed by your impromptu audience. “You gonna cheer me on?”

“I don’t know,” You reply slowly, and he rolls his eyes. “What? I have friends on the other team, too!”

“So we’re friends now?” His eyes light up with mirth, and you narrow your own eyes at him. “I didn’t expect a promotion so suddenly.”

“Will you shut up and pay attention to the game? I can’t cheer for a losing team, you know.” You huff, and he grins, poking his tongue inside his cheek.

“You got it,” He chuckles, steering his broomstick back to the main area of the playing field. After the announcers are done explaining the rules that you’ve heard for the umpteenth time, the players start to move around the open space, the ever so violent Bludgers and the Quaffle flying through the air. You try your best to watch all the members you care about; there’s fifth year Park Jisung who you’ve somewhat adopted as your younger sibling or son, who flits around the field quickly as he fulfills his role as a Chaser for Gryffindor, waiting to catch the Quaffle and throw it through one of the hoops. There’s Mark Lee, the charming and handsome Gryffindor from your year and your usual partner in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class who’s calling out orders as team captain as he flies around, catching the Quaffle and sending it hurtling through Slytherin’s center hoop. 

And then there’s Lee Donghyuck, the Seeker from Slytherin who has been living in your mind rent-fucking-free lately. No matter how hard you try to ignore him, your gaze keeps sliding back over to how gracefully his form glides across the field on his broomstick, his dark eyes canvassing the sky for the evasive golden Snitch. You watch his eyes narrow at something in the distance and feel excitement tingling at the base of your neck. He looks so determined, so intense—like nothing can get in his way of what he wants, and you can’t shake the niggling feeling that you want him to be looking at you like that. 

It takes you a second too long to register that his gaze has flicked over to yours briefly, the male shooting you a sly wink once your eyes refocus on him before he flies off quickly. You watch him with stars in your eyes, and unbeknownst to you, Jaemin watches you from across the stands, more than a bit disgruntled by your blatant adoration of Donghyuck.

There’s screaming, a rush of wind, a flash of dark green and scarlet, and the two Seekers emerge, fruitless and empty-handed. There are groans of disappointment from everyone around you, but your sharp eyes are trained on something glinting nearby. 

“DONGHYUCK!” You whisper-shriek, and, among your fellow audience members, he turns to face you immediately, eyes panicked until he sees what you’re seeing. He whizzes by you, the resulting wind blowing your hair back, and snatches up the golden Snitch, less than five feet away from you. The sea of dark green consisting of Slytherin students erupts into cheers, and you find yourself standing to cheer with them, most of the audience on your side joining you. 

As the announcers announce that Lee Donghyuck has caught the golden Snitch and therefore ended the game with a victory for Slytherin, he beams at the crowds of people before locking eyes with you and licking his lips slowly. Your face heats up embarrassingly quickly, and you look down, fiddling with your robes. 

“Okay, something is definitely up between you two,” Doyeon mutters, intrigued, and you scoff, unconvincing in your feigned nonchalance. You look up finally, avoiding Donghyuck’s gaze, and notice Jaemin staring particularly hard at you from across the stands. You beam at him and wave excitedly, and his brows raise in surprise, the male pointing to himself in confusion. You nod, waving harder, and his face lights up before he’s returning your gesture.

Unseen by either of you, Donghyuck zeroes in on your wordless exchange and furrows his brows in mild annoyance, before shaking it off and flying down to the ground so he can change out of his Quidditch gear.

Sookyung nudges you surreptitiously and you look up from your mouthful of scrambled eggs with a puzzled look on your face. “Mark is staring at you.”

“Wha?” You mumble around your food, and she scowls disapprovingly. “Sorry,” You mutter shamefully, chewing and swallowing your food before looking back at her. “What did you say?”

“Mark? Mark Lee, Gryffindor, Head Boy? He’s staring at you.” Sookyung repeats, and your eyes widen slightly as you lift your head to look around. Sure enough, past Hufflepuff’s table, you spot Mark Lee sitting with his fellow Gryffindor, staring intently at you. When you two make eye contact, his eyes widen and he chokes on his food, sending him into a spluttering, coughing fit. Your eyes go even wider as he struggles with the food lodged in his windpipe, and his friends frantically thump him on the back. You can’t help but stifle a giggle as you wait for him to recollect himself. 

When he’s recovered, he looks up at you bashfully, cheeks blazing red, and you smile sweetly, wiggling your fingers at him in greeting. You can practically hear the squeak he emits from across the room, his eyes widening in shock before he ducks his head down. You chuckle and return to your food, completely unaware of Jaemin’s watchful eyes on you once again.

“What are you staring at?” Jeno asks Jaemin, curiously moving his head to get a better glimpse of where Jaemin’s gaze is directed.

“Not what. Who.” Jaemin mumbles, fitfully pushing around the sausage links on his plate. 

“My bad, my bad. Who are you staring at?” Jeno asks, but Jaemin doesn’t give him a response, too lost in his thoughts about what all these glances and interactions could mean.

“Donghyuck, will you pay attention?” A gangly boy, most likely a seventh-year, hisses to Donghyuck as he stares off into space with bright eyes and a dreamy expression. 

“Sorry,” Donghyuck mumbles in a daze, snapping out of his reverie about you and your smile and your laugh and your–

“What were you thinking about anyway?” His friend asks, and, heaving a heavy, wistful sigh, Donghyuck almost slips back into his thoughts, sighing your name as an answer with a warmth to it that could flutter anyone’s insides.

At the sound of your name, Jaemin’s head perks up from the table over, and he decides that enough is enough and that he’s going to get to the bottom of this mess concerning you, him, Mark Lee, and Lee Donghyuck. Stuffing his quill in his book like a bookmark, he closes it and strides over to Donghyuck’s table, tapping him on the shoulder. 

Donghyuck turns slowly and raises an expectant eyebrow. “Yes?”

“I heard you mention a girl’s name.” At Donghyuck’s unblinking stare, Jaemin clears his throat and continues on. “Who are you to her to be sitting here sighing and swooning over the thought of her?”

“Who are you to her to ask me that?” Donghyuck counters smoothly, both eyebrows arched now. “Because if you’re her boyfriend...well, then I have some bad news for you.”

“I’m not her boyfriend,” Jaemin is quick to correct him, and Donghyuck’s expression morphs into a startlingly impassive one. “We’ve been...talking.”

“You’ve been talking?” Donghyuck asks incredulously, and Jaemin nods, suddenly feeling defensive. “We’ve been talking.”

“Well, if you’ve been talking…” Jaemin starts, brows furrowed, “and we’ve been talking…”

“She’s talking to both of us, then.” Donghyuck finishes his sentence for him, and both males have a peeved expression on their faces.

“I can’t believe this!” Jaemin grunts in frustration, and it seems like Mark Lee materializes out of nowhere beside him.

“Can you keep it down? You’re getting noisy, and people are trying to study,” Mark whispers loudly, and Jaemin almost jabs an accusing finger into Mark’s chest before remembering that he doesn’t know Mark all that well.

“And you!” Jaemin settles for pointing at Mark dramatically, the older male just staring at him in confusion. “You’re talking to her, too! I saw the looks you two were giving each other in the Great Hall the other day.”

“Wha—who are you talking about?” Mark splutters in confusion, and when Jaemin and Donghyuck say your name in unison, Mark’s eyes go wide. “...I mean, I wouldn’t say we’re talking, but there’s definitely something going on there.”

“God, so she’s been flirting with all three of us.” Donghyuck scoffs incredulously, and Jaemin and Mark nod slowly. A devilish smile takes over Donghyuck’s face, and both Mark and Jaemin look at him, alarmed, then at each other in confusion, then back at him curiously. “I have an idea.”

You probably should have suspected something when Donghyuck smiles a bit too sweetly at you as you two walk into your Potions class. 

You definitely should have suspected something when he hesitates to see where you’re sitting before taking the seat right next to you.

You absolutely, 100%, should have suspected something when he scoots even closer so your thighs are brushing against each other.

But you didn’t catch on to any of the glaringly obvious signs, and now Donghyuck’s hand is sneaking up your leg as Professor Snape drones on about Amortentia, the most powerful love potion there is. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You whisper frantically, glaring at Donghyuck out of the side of your eye. 

“Touching you,” He breathes in response, his fingers splaying out over your thigh—you curse yourself inwardly for not wearing trousers today and instead opting for a pleated skirt—and squeezing the flesh indulgently. “Duh.”

“I know that, Donghyuck—”

“Then why are you asking stupid questions?” He counters quickly, and you shoot him a venomous look. “Just relax and enjoy it.” He purrs in your ear just as his fingers bunch up your skirt and slip under it.

“This is—oh, my God,” You shudder as his cool fingers make contact with the seat of your underwear, the pads of his index and middle finger trailing up and down your clothed core slowly. “What if someone sees?”

“We’re in the back of the classroom, and you’re covered by a whole table which, last time I checked, wasn’t see-through. We’ll be fine.” He assures you, now rubbing quick circles around your clit. He makes an embarrassingly quick job of getting you wet, your abdomen clenching as he stimulates your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“This is such a bad idea.”

“You won’t be saying that in a couple of seconds,” He hums teasingly, pushing your underwear to the side with ease.

“What’s gonna happen in a couple of seconds?” You ask, simultaneously nervous and tense, yet also excited and more than a bit curious. He doesn’t answer you, just pokes his tongue into his cheek as he grins and shoots you a wink before pushing two fingers into you slowly. You grip your textbook and suck in a sharp breath that, thankfully, no one seems to notice, and Donghyuck chuckles as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” He breathes in your ear, nipping at the lobe lightly, and you whimper into your fist, nodding vigorously.

“So good,” You whisper, and he chuckles, speeding up and curling his fingers as best as he can, given the slightly awkward positioning of his hand between your legs.

Your face is on fire at this point, cheeks blazing with heat as you whimper and huff into your palm, your teeth sinking down into the flesh in an attempt to ground yourself. Donghyuck’s hand busies itself in your underwear purposefully as his lips dance over your neck, pressing soft, teasing kisses to your jaw before dragging his teeth down your neck lightly. At your broken moan, he sinks his teeth in deeper, biting down on your collarbone before his tongue darts out to soothe the dull ache of the bite mark.

Professor Snape is still talking, going on about how Amortentia smells like what you find most attractive, and you can’t find it in you to care about a word he’s saying; not when Donghyuck’s slender, sinful fingers are bringing you so painfully close to your climax. 

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” He purrs sweetly, and you nod, the sensations so damn good that tears almost spring to your eyes. “Good. Come on my fingers in class like the naughty little thing you are.” Your expression is nothing short of bliss and ecstasy as you tumble over the edge, shuddering into your hand as his fingers drive into your core rapidly and unrelentingly. You clench around his fingers, Donghyuck hissing at the feeling, and your head tips back involuntarily, the pleasure sending warmth flooding from your head down to your toes. When he’s sure he’s milked your orgasm for all it’s worth, he retracts his fingers, making sure to meet your gaze before taking his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. 

“Oh, fuck.” You whisper, and his jaw clenches before it relaxes and he turns his attention to the front of the class. The rest of class passes without a hitch, Donghyuck drawing small patterns into your leg with his fingers absentmindedly, and before you know it, class is over, your fellow students quickly jumping up and filtering out of the room to their, hopefully, far more interesting classes. Donghyuck leaves before you do, grazing his fingers across your leg in a lingering, searing touch combined with an intense, smug smolder that has your heart pounding. 

As you stand up, a piece of ripped paper flutters to the floor, and you stoop to pick it up, recognizing Donghyuck’s handwriting.

Meet me in the Room of Requirement tonight at 10:00pm. - DH

You roll your eyes and crumple the paper in your fist, stuffing it into your skirt pocket—yes, it has pockets—and heading out of the classroom to your next class.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay going out in the castle at night?” Doyeon asks worriedly as you double check your hair and brush imaginary dust off the cute skirt you borrowed from Doyeon—being friends with Muggle-born witches has its perks, truly.

“I’ll be fine! What’s Donghyuck gonna do—eat me?” You snicker, and Sookyung snorts from her spot on the chaise in the Ravenclaw dormitory.

“If you’re lucky,” She sing-songs, just barely dodging when you chuck a hair clip at her. “What, like I’m wrong?” She retorts, cackling with laughter before she yelps in shock as the pillow you threw makes contact with her face.

“Listen. I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. If I’m not back in the morning...start a search.” You say seriously, and Doyeon looks absolutely horrified.

“What?!” She shrieks, and you chuckle.

“Kidding!”

“You’re evil,” Doyeon mutters, and you smile sweetly at her before bidding them goodbye and slipping out of the dormitory.

“Sneaking out after hours?” The painting at the entrance says with a sly grin, and you jump in shock, clutching your chest in fright.

“Yes, and please don’t make a fuss about it.” You whisper pleadingly, and she pauses to think, her hand on her chin.

“Okay. Have fun, little witch.” She teases in a sing-song voice that reminds you far too much of Sookyung’s line she just uttered. You shudder at the uncanny resemblance and make your way up the staircase to the seventh floor, taking the path you remember to the Room of Requirement. When you reach it, you take a deep breath and pace back and forth in front of it three times, thinking about the same thing the whole time. 

I need to meet with Lee Donghyuck. 

On your third pass by the door, there’s a soft creaking sound, and a wooden, mahogany door has appeared in the previously empty wall. You take a couple of calming breaths to quell your nerves before opening the door and stepping inside, shutting it behind you.

The room is spacious and completely empty, the walls made with white brick that matches the two white pillars standing near the center of the room. The floor is carpeted with a dark grey fabric, moonlight streams in from the windows to your left, and for a moment, you think you’re alone.

“Donghyuck?” You ask, your voice smaller than you’d like it to be.

“Over here,” His voice calls, and he appears from behind one of the two pillars, inspecting his hand casually. You could almost swear you saw a shadow move long after Donghyuck had vacated his spot behind the pillar, but you chalk it up to your nerves and overactive imagination.

“You had me worried I’d entered the wrong room or something,” You chuckle nervously, and he pouts at you, shaking his head.

“No, no, no, don’t worry about that. You’re exactly where you need to be.” He circles you, pausing behind you, his fingers trailing down your arms as he exhales softly on your neck, marveling at the goosebumps that appear in the wake of his warm breath. “Hope you don’t mind—I brought some friends.”

“F-Friends?” You splutter in confusion, your whole body going still when Mark and Jaemin emerge from two separate columns, both males making their way over to you. 

“Hi,” All three males chorus in unison.

“Oh, shit.” You mutter to yourself. 

“I’m sure you remember them, right?” You turn to look at Donghyuck, and his expression is downright evil, mischief glinting in his eyes as a smirk curls his lips. “We had a good little talk the other day.” He remarks offhandedly, and your blood runs cold.

“A...About what?” You ask nervously, and he raises an eyebrow as if the answer were obvious–and, honestly, you suppose it is, the answer you’re dreading on the tip of his tongue.

“You.” The answer is instantaneous and, even worse, comes from all three of the males standing in front of you.

“Well, fuck.” You mumble, and Jaemin snickers, stepping closer to you and trailing an hand down your arm.

“See, we figured out that you’ve been talking to all three of us.” He hums, his fingers trailing back up your arm to twirl a lock of your hair around his finger. “Which must mean–”

“You want all three of us,” Mark finishes, stepping closer to you and pinning you in place with his intense gaze. “So we figured–”

“Why not have you take all three of us at once?” Donghyuck finishes for Mark, his hand reaching out to grasp your hip, fingers curling around it as he tugs you closer. “Unless you can’t handle it,” He remarks offhandedly, and you frown.

“I can handle it.” You counter, and his eyebrows lift up in intrigue.

“Oh, yeah?” He breathes, tugging you closer. Jaemin’s hand falls from your hair as Donghyuck pulls you into a searing kiss, his other hand dropping to grab your hip and yank you closer until you’re flush against his body. You can feel every inch of him, every ridge, and you’re alerted to his length pressing insistently against your thigh. A small moan slips from your lips that seems to propel him forward, his hands sliding down to cup your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. 

His kiss is hot and heavy, the male pushing you back and into Jaemin’s arms as he presses his body up against yours. Jaemin serves as a wall for a moment until his hands move to replace where Donghyuck’s hands were on your hips, his head dipping down so he can kiss your neck. Another sound of pleasure leaves you as the two males touch you, Donghyuck’s teeth nipping at your lower lip and tugging before he moves lower and kisses down the other side of your neck, both sides now being covered with slow, open-mouthed kisses. 

Your head tips back in ecstasy and you manage to open your eyes to see Mark watching with a fire in his eyes, one hand shamelessly palming himself. When your eyes connect, Jaemin rakes his teeth over your collarbone, eliciting a soft gasp from you that seems to cause something in Mark to snap as he steps closer and turns your head to face him, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Donghyuck kisses down your front, sinking to his knees and flipping your skirt up, and hooks his fingers into your underwear before tugging them down your legs slowly.

“Step out,” He murmurs, and you oblige, holding onto his shoulders so you don’t fall. He and Mark switch places, Mark breaking the kiss to drop down in front of you and pull you closer. He lifts your skirt up over his head and starts peppering kisses along your thighs, sucking and licking as he nears your core. Finally reaching the apex of your thighs, he licks a hot, wet stripe up your slit, parting your folds with two fingers to trace little circles around your clit. A sharp gasp leaves you and your head tips back as your knees buckle.

“C’mere,” Mark murmurs, lying down on the floor on his back and blinking up at you expectantly. “Sit.” He orders firmly, pointing at his chin, and your brows practically fly up into your hairline in surprise.

“You heard him.” Donghyuck coos in your ear, placing his hands on your shoulders and pushing you down onto your knees. You land abruptly, shuffling up Mark’s body until you’re hovering over Mark’s mouth. He loops his arms around your thighs and pulls you down lower so he can lap at your folds. You cry out and he just amps up the actions, groaning as he takes your folds into his mouth and sucks roughly. Two fingers are tucked under your chin and your head is turned to face Donghyuck’s hips, his hand gripping his length. It hits you a moment later, as he’s pulling down his pants, that his hand was gripping something particularly large; your thoughts are confirmed when his cock is freed from his pants and its size just about takes your breath away. 

“Oh, God,” You moan, and you can’t tell if you’re moaning because of how Mark’s tongue teases at your entrance or because of the sheer anticipation of taking in Donghyuck’s length. You look up at him and let your tongue hang out, the underside of his cock thudding heavy on your tongue.

“Take it in your mouth, baby.” He purrs sweetly, pushing his cock between your lips and up until you physically can’t take anymore. “That’s it,” He grunts, his head falling back. He looks utterly beautiful, his tanned skin somehow glowing in the moonlight and his jawline prominent as he clenches it, and you’re so mesmerized you forget your surroundings, only brought back to reality when Mark grazes his teeth against your clit. You snap out of it with a yelp, your hips starting to slowly roll against Mark’s face as he licks and sucks at your folds.

“You having fun, Mark?” Jaemin chuckles when the male under you moans for what feels like the millionth time as he ruts his hips up against nothing, Mark’s actions speeding up as your entrance leaks more and more arousal for him to taste. 

“Tastes so good,” Mark grunts, and you whimper at the compliment, the sound coming out muffled from around Donghyuck’s cock. You focus as much of your attention on him as you can manage, bobbing your head up and down his length and letting your tongue drag along the underside of his cock. 

“Feels good, pretty girl,” Donghyuck mutters breathlessly, and you’re getting so wound up, so overwhelmed, that you whine when Jaemin brings your hand to his length, wrapping your fingers around the base. “C’mon, baby; you wanted all of us, you’re getting all of us.” 

“I don’t think she can even handle it,” Jaemin snickers derisively, and you pull off Donghyuck’s cock to turn and shoot him a glare which he responds to with raised eyebrows, his expression amused and intrigued. “You think you can?”

“Yes,” You snap, still staring him down, and Jaemin smirks. 

“Greedy little slut,” He hisses, pushing his cock against your lips. You stare up at him challengingly, and he chuckles darkly, gripping your jaw. “Stop being a brat. Take it in,” He groans, pushing his cock past your lips as you finally yield and open your mouth. “Knew you were greedy for cock, just look at you; sucking my cock with that pretty little mouth like that’s all you were made for.” 

“That pretty little head of yours is just begging to get fucked stupid, isn’t it?” Jaemin taunts, and Donghyuck snickers as he pulls your mouth off of Jaemin and guides you back onto his length.

“She’s too smart to get fucked stupid. We can fuck her senseless,” Donghyuck suggests, and you nod eagerly before you even know you’re doing it. “God, she’s so fucking pretty but a slutty little thing.”

“Hey!” You protest, but you’re muffled by Donghyuck thrusting his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. 

“Can’t even take all of my cock and you think you can handle three?” He teases, and you bristle at his words, the sentence sparking your defiance. You open your mouth to retort, moving to pull off of his length, but he pushes your head back down onto his cock abruptly, sighing in relief as you choke unceremoniously around his girth. “Choke on it, baby,” He coos, and you glower up at him before your face contorts in ecstasy as Mark’s lips and tongue bring you painfully close to your climax.

All you can manage is a muffled moan of encouragement, and Mark seems to get the message as he sucks on your clit harder, running his tongue over and around the bundle of nerves quickly, not stopping until you’re pulling off of Donghyuck’s length and almost falling forward as your body curls in on itself tightly, a loud moan leaving your lips. “Oh, fuck—shit, oh, my God.” You whine, the sound cutting off with a strangled cry as Mark pulls you lower down and closer to his mouth, now absolutely ravaging your core with his tongue. The wet muscle glides through your folds expertly and you’re quivering on top of him, barely able to focus on the two cocks waiting not-so-patiently to feel your mouth around them again.

As you let Jaemin slide into your mouth, the male pulls out to the tip and thrusts in suddenly, smiling when you gag around him. You suck on his cock eagerly, trying to stifle your overwhelmed moans as Mark teases the tip of his tongue at your entrance. Your attempts to silence yourself are thwarted as Mark pushes two fingers into your slick heat, a broken cry leaving your lips as you pull off of Jaemin, focusing on pumping both males’ lengths up and down in your hands. Your thighs are quivering as you hover over Mark’s face, and the male beneath you pumps his fingers in and out of your hole relentlessly, curling them experimentally and keeping them curled when you hiss in satisfaction, another climax quickly approaching.

“Gonna come for me?” Mark rasps, and you nod vigorously. “Look at me when you do; I wanna see those pretty eyes glaze over.” You’re so overwhelmed from the feeling of Mark’s fingers moving quickly inside of you that you barely even notice you’re close until you’re climaxing with a cry of his name, a sob leaving your lips as you ride out your high for as long as you can handle. “You can take another one, right?” 

“What?” You ask incredulously, breathless as he doesn’t let up in fucking your entrance with his fingers. “No—you—oh, fuck, I can’t,” You whimper, and he smirks up at you, his round eyes alight with mischief.

“So she can’t handle the attention,” Jaemin mutters to Donghyuck, and you glare up at him once more, only for him to stare you down, his gaze dark.

“Pathetic,” Donghyuck chuckles sinisterly, fingers cupping your aching jaw and using his free hand to pry your mouth open and pinch your tongue between his fingers, pulling it out until it’s hanging out of your mouth. Both males standing over you shuffle closer and rub the heads of their cocks against your tongue, occasionally slapping your cheek lightly with their length before pushing into your mouth quickly. 

You’re experiencing so much, everything so much that your eyes fill up with unshed tears, and Jaemin coos at you when the first teardrop falls.

“Aw, angel,” He pouts mockingly, swiping the tear away with his thumb. “Why are you crying?”

“Feels—so good,” You cry, and Donghyuck smirks down at you before stepping back, pumping his cock languidly. 

“So pretty when you cry,” Donghyuck growls, leaning against a nearby pillar in the spacious room and watching as Jaemin fucks your mouth slowly, teasing himself, and Mark brings you to a third, tear-inducing climax, your body going almost completely limp. Mark taps your thighs as a sign that he’s done, and you climb off weakly, your legs feeling like jelly as Jaemin pulls out of your mouth and Mark lies you down on your back, the coldness of the floor seeping through the carpeted surface to send chills down your spine.

“Geez, you couldn’t dream up a bed or something?” You joke, your voice now raspy from the abused state of your throat. Donghyuck sneers mockingly at your words and gestures towards Mark.

“I think you should focus on Mark,” He chuckles, and you’re about to ask why when Mark positions himself in between your legs, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance teasingly. You gasp and shy away from his length, simultaneously tense and buzzing with anticipation. 

“Don’t run from it,” Mark murmurs, half soothing, half teasing as he pushes into you slowly. A slow, shaky exhale sounds out from your lips as he bottoms out, your walls gripping him so tightly that you can feel every ridge of his cock as he pulls out and thrusts into you. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” He groans, starting to build up a pace that has you whimpering and groaning weakly. “And wet, fuck, your tight little pussy is sucking my cock right in.”

“Mark–feels–so good,” You stammer, your eyelids fluttering shut, and Donghyuck taps your cheek, smiling sweetly down at you once you’ve opened your eyes. 

“Watch him,” He urges, lowering his head down to your level and kissing down your neck. He lifts you up, your body feeling weak from all the stimulation, and lets your back rest against his chest, his hands slipping under your shirt to cup and squeeze your breasts. “Watch how he disappears inside of you,” Donghyuck whispers in your ear, and you mewl softly, your fingers curling on his upper thighs as he presses wet kisses to your neck. His tongue traces circles and patterns on your heated skin while his fingers tweak your nipples, rolling the hardened buds between his index finger and thumb. 

“Doesn’t that feel good, angel?” Jaemin wheedles from his spot beside you, one hand lazily stroking his cock. Mark’s brows are furrowed in concentration as he focuses on delivering powerful stroke after powerful stroke into you, and you’re doing your best to keep your eyes open and watch as your core takes his length in and out, but it feels so good that you can’t help but shut your eyes, screwing them tight in your overwhelmed state.

“So good, holy fuck,” You gasp, crying out when Jaemin uses his free hand and reaches over to start rubbing quick circles into your clit. Your hips jolt back in surprise, but Donghyuck just keeps you in place, rendering you helpless to the onslaught of pleasure brought to you by all three males.

“Gonna–” You moan, and your climax hits you before you can even finish your sentence, the fourth orgasm of the night even more overwhelming than the ones before it. Your body trembling, a series of whines and moans leave you as Mark keeps driving his hips into yours, leaning in to kiss you fervently. Your lips mold together sloppily as he grunts with every thrust, gradually coming to a stop before he spills his release inside of you with a low groan of your name. His warmth fills your walls, his cock throbbing inside of you deliciously as it releases spurt after spurt of his cum. “Fuck,” You shudder as Mark pulls out of you, your muscles screaming in protest as Donghyuck positions you on Jaemin’s lap none too gently, Jaemin aligning his tip with your entrance and guiding you down onto him with a breathy groan of relief. 

“Angel’s so tight,” Jaemin marvels with a grunt of appreciation as he guides your hips up and down before he stops abruptly when he’s only as deep as the head of his cock in you and leans back on his hands, watching you with a smirk.

“Why’d you stop?” You whine, and his grin widens as he gestures to where you two are connected, his eyes bright.

“Ride me.” He orders, and you whine and huff and grumble under your breath at the prospect of putting your muscles through any more torture, but Jaemin raises an eyebrow and tsks in disapproval before moving to lift you off of him completely.

“No!” You complain instantly, sitting down firmly and tensing slightly when he’s once again buried inside of you to the hilt.

“Does the little brat want to be fucked or not?” Jaemin asks, and you frown slightly before answering.

“I do.” You mumble, and he beams at you, the smile on his face dazzling. 

“Then ride me,” He insists, and you whine briefly before lifting your body up and starting to bounce up and down on his cock, shaky breaths leaving you as the arousal builds in your system. “That’s a good girl,” He purrs, pulling you closer for a kiss. “Knew you were a greedy little slut.” When you huff in protest, he moves one hand from behind him to pinch your thigh, causing you to yelp in shock and glower at him. “Stop talking back and maybe I’ll let you come.” 

You begrudgingly oblige, soon letting out a choked squeak as his cock hits a spot just right along your inner walls and you feel your next climax hurtling towards you. Moans can’t seem to stop spilling from your lips, and Jaemin stuffs his fingers in your mouth, smiling in satisfaction when you suck on them instantly and swirl your tongue around the digits.

“Good girl,” He praises you, and you can’t help but preen under the compliment. “That pretty mouth just needs something in it, doesn’t it? You talk back and huff but you turn into the sweetest little angel when there’s something occupying your mouth.” You would protest normally, but something about the way his fingers press against your tongue has you holding back and you think for a second that he might be right.

“Close,” You whimper around his fingers, and he sits up so he doesn’t need to brace himself anymore, moving his hand previously on the carpet to lift up your shirt and push the cups of your bra down. With a lingering look at your lips wrapped around his fingers, he lowers his head and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking eagerly. The dam inside of you breaks with a sharp gasp and you can’t even believe you’re climaxing again, stars exploding behind your eyelids before you get more than a little lightheaded and sway on top of Jaemin momentarily, his fingers slipping from your mouth with a trail of saliva connecting your lower lip to the tip of his middle finger. 

“Oh, shit,” You pant, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Jaemin dots lazy, slow kisses up your chest and neck until he’s capturing your lips in a languid kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips before they part to allow him access into your mouth.

“Okay, enough of the soft shit,” Donghyuck interjects abruptly, curling his fingers around your hips and lifting you up and off of Jaemin’s cock, ignoring your slight wince of discomfort as you’re left feeling empty, your walls clenching around nothing. None too gently, Donghyuck sets you down on your knees, pushing between your shoulder blades until you’re falling forward, barely managing to catch yourself on your forearms in time to stop your face from hitting the carpet. You’re about to turn and glare at him, but he pushes into you without so much as a warning, causing your head to drop down to rest on your clenched fists. “Don’t go passing out on me,” He says teasingly, kneading your asscheeks as he pistons his hips in and out of your fluttering entrance.

“Oh, my God,” You sob, tears spilling past the brim of your lower eyelids and dripping down your cheeks. As you sniffle and whimper, every sound coming out staccato with the force of Donghyuck’s thrusts, the male relentlessly pounding into you lets out a dark chuckle.

“You sound so fucking pretty right now,” Donghyuck hisses in satisfaction, sliding his hand up your back and gripping the base of your neck. “My pretty little crybaby.” You don’t even have it in you to argue as he pulls you up so your back is pressed right up against his chest, and he bites down on your earlobe as his fingers wind around your throat, squeezing tightly until you gasp out loudly, your hand reflexively flying to rest on top of his.

With every thrust, you’re driven positively more insane for his cock, his name leaving your lips in breathless whimpers of pleasure, and it’s right when you’re about to climax for the, unbelievably, sixth time tonight that Donghyuck brings his lips right up to your ear and hums so nonchalantly you could almost–almost–forget that he’s balls-deep inside of you right now.

“You love the way I fuck you, don’t you, baby?” He practically snarls, and you nod desperately, your vision clouding over as your breath supply dwindles. “Yeah, I know you do. This greedy little pussy is gonna take all my cum, isn’t it?” 

“Yes,” You cry, and he chuckles. “Yes, Hyuck–”

“Oh, Hyuck?” He teases, and you whimper feebly. “Who said you could call me that?”

“S-Sorry,” You choke out, and he presses a deceptively soft kiss to your cheek before he speaks next.

“That’s Daddy to you.” 

“Sorry, Daddy,” You gasp, tears pouring freely down your face at this point.

“That’s okay, baby. I bet you want Daddy’s cum nice and deep in your pussy, don’t you?” He purrs, and you can barely speak, your mind and body completely drained of energy as he fucks you closer and closer to your release, your body practically collapsing in on itself as you nod vigorously.

“Yes, Daddy, fill me up, fill me up, please–” You beg, and he makes a sound somewhere between a moan and an appreciative grunt as his hips speed up, your walls flexing around him and bringing him closer to his own release.

“Anything for you, baby,” He groans, his movements erratically coming to a halt as he spills the third load of cum of the night into your eager entrance. When he releases your neck, the rush of cool, fresh air coupled with the pleasure of his warmth filling you is enough to send you toppling over the edge, freefalling into the abyss of ecstasy. He hisses your name through gritted teeth, and you marvel at how beautiful and sinful he’s managed to make your name sound. After his cock has stopped spilling into you, he pulls out of you gently, helping you lie down on the carpeted floor gently. 

Utterly spent, none of you say anything, and once you’ve collected yourself, you open your eyes (which you hadn’t realized were closed) and peer around at the tired but satisfied males surrounding you. Jaemin meets your gaze and smirks softly before sitting forward slightly.

“So…” He starts off, and you manage to summon just enough energy to sass him as you raise your brow expectantly. 

“What is it now?” You mumble tiredly, and he frowns, a look of fake hurt taking over his lovely features.

“Who are you choosing?” He asks curiously, and you scoff once, twice, and a third time before laughter bubbles up from your chest. “What’s funny?” His expression is beyond confused as you laugh for what feels like ages, laugh until your sides ache almost as much as your jaw and your thighs do.

“I’m not picking anyone.” You say simply, and Donghyuck and Mark practically break their necks when they turn to you in shock. “Why would I pick one of you when all three of you gave me the best sex I’ve ever had?” 

“Well, you can’t date all three of us!” Mark points out, and you shoot him a funny look.

“Who said anything about dating?” You reply slowly, and he frowns deeply, his brows furrowed in disapproval. You look over at Donghyuck, who’s staring at you with a knowing smile on his lips, something very clearly on the tip of his tongue. “Got something to say?” You ask, and he shakes his head as his smile widens.

“Nope.” He answers easily, and you can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking about. It seems as if you won’t find out tonight, as he suddenly climbs to his feet, reaching out a hand to help you up. You take it gratefully and he pulls you to your feet, helping you put your clothing back in place. Mark rises next, tucking himself back into his pants, then Jaemin, who does the same. Mark and Jaemin say their, albeit reluctant, goodbyes as you’re pulling your underwear back on and leave the Room of Requirement, leaving you alone with Donghyuck.

You fix your hair blindly, fluffing it up in the hopes that it doesn’t look too crazy, and head for the door, already anticipating the hot shower you’re about to take to relieve your aching muscles and rid yourself of the incredibly dirty feeling covering you. You barely manage to breeze past Donghyuck before he catches your wrist and whirls you around so you’re facing him. You don’t even get a yelp of surprise out before he’s backing you up against the nearest wall, which happens to be right up against the door, and kissing you heatedly.

“Please tell me you’re not still turned on.” You manage to exhale when he breaks the kiss, and he chuckles softly, tilting his head forward until his forehead is resting against yours lightly. 

“I just wanted to say...choose me.” He says softly, sincerely, and you’re surprised by the rush of warm affection that floods your body.

“I mean…” You trail off, pretending to think, and he nibbles at his lower lip anxiously as he awaits the rest of your sentence. “...I guess you’re not all that bad.”

“Yeah?” He starts to smile, and you can’t help but mirror his expression, a somewhat secretive glee lighting up both of your faces.

“And you’re pretty good in bed,” You continue. “Daddy.” He chuckles, clearly amused, and you tap your chin thoughtfully. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He says excitedly, and you nod, trying (and failing) to hide the extremely fond smile that breaks out on your face.

“Okay. You can take me on a date, I guess.” You hum as nonchalantly as possible, and he beams at you, his smile lighting up your insides and sending butterflies swarming around in your stomach.

“Cool. We’re going to Hogsmeade this weekend,” He announces proudly, and you smile enthusiastically.

“Can’t wait, Daddy.” You tease, pushing him off gently and opening the door. 

“Don’t call me that when we’re not having sex,” He groans, and you snicker.

“What should I call you, then?” 

“Besides yours? Hyuck works, too.” He answers, draping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in closer. 

“God, that’s so cheesy.” You scoff, and he shrugs shamelessly.

“Whatever. Come on, I’ll walk you to your dorm.” He offers, and you take his offer gratefully, the two of you walking to the staircases with a light, warm feeling in your hearts.

(“I knew she was gonna pick him,” Jaemin complains to Mark in a hushed whisper as the two of them watch you and Donghyuck walk past their concealed figures around the corner from the Room of Requirement.

“Will you shut up? They’re gonna hear us.” Mark snips back, and Jaemin huffs petulantly, crossing his arms as he slumps against the wall nearest him. 

“...What are the chances he’d let us do that again if they’re dating now?” Jaemin asks, and Mark just stares at him blankly. “What?”

“You’re something else, Jaemin,” Mark sighs in a mix of defeat and disbelief. “You’re really something else.”)

tada!!!! i hope you liked it!! raya, i especially hope you liked it 🥺 i worked very hard on this fic omg.. but yes, pleeeease leave feedback i love feedback it’s my lifeblood :’) okay bye have a great rest of your day or night!!

[sara78]

Family Don't End In Blood - Part 1

Summary: It's Y/N's first day on the Supernatural set. She's set for a lot of laughs and jokes and a mind-blowing offer she didn't see coming.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x foster!daughter reader

Word count: 2,000 and some change

A/N: Oh boy, this is going to be a hell of a ride!

You never expected you'd be in a car driven by Clif, to the set of your very favorite TV show - Supernatural. But here you are, looking through the window of the big SUV and trying to get your shit together. This is a big day for you. You're cast as a part of the show's 16th season and you couldn't be more excited.

You read the entire script in one sitting, blown away by the amazing storyline and how big your role in the whole story actually is. You were so happy to see Dean Winchester get a second chance, a life he deserved more than anything else. And to know that you'll share the screen with Jensen, playing Dean's adopted daughter, made it all so much better and made you so much more anxious.

You never had an acting gig before. Yes, you used to act in high school here and there, but this is so much different.

That's why you were going to the set two weeks earlier than your first shooting day. Richard, the producer of the entire season, invited you to meet the cast and crew and show you how things work on a big set.

You were extremely anxious. You were about to meet your idols for as long as you can remember. You grew up watching the show with your grandpa. You two were late to the party, and only began watching when season 4 premiered, but that didn't stop you to binge the first four seasons once you got a hold of them. You were in bits and pieces when the show ended the way it ended, and that's quite literally putting it lightly. You kept supporting Jensen's and Jared's new projects but you never, not in a million years and your wildest dreams, thought you would be such a big part of it.

And the fact that you were a big part of it gave you a lot of stress. You spent so many nights overthinking if you are good enough for this, if you can do a good job. You were aware of all of your flaws and you had this feeling that you won't do as well and would probably be re-casted.

"Here we are, kid," Cliff said, pulling you away from your thoughts,

"Thanks, Cliff," you smiled, Cliff stopping the SUV, Misha coming your way, dressed in Cas' usual attire, minus the tie and the trench coat, as it was surprisingly warm in Vancouver,

"Hey there!" he exclaimed with a huge smile, greeting you with a hug as soon as you left the vechile. You flinched at the sudden movement but couldn't miss the opportunity to hug the huge, adorable teddy bear Misha is,

"Where with the bags, kid?" Cliff asked, Misha breaking the hug with you,

"Do I have a trailer or something here?" you asked, looking up at Misha who nod,

"I'll take you to it," he smiled, "It's next to mine."

"Oh, okay then," you turned away to Cliff, "I'll take the bags with me."

"Are you sure?" Cliff asked, "I can drop 'em off your place."

"I don't have one yet," you said, "It's okay. And thanks for the offer," you smiled, Cliff opening the trunk of the SUV and getting your two bags and a carry-on. Misha approached, getting a hold of one of the bags, "See ya!" you waved Cliff who waved back before going back into the car and going to park the SUV.

"How come you don't have your place?" Misha asked, "Don't you have an assistant or something to take care of that for you?"

"Uh, I refused an assistant," you responded, "Kinda work better on my own and I don't really trust new people. I'll just find a motel and crash there for a while."

"Oh, sorry for intruding," Misha apologized,

"You're adorable, you know that?" you giggled, nudging his arm playfully as the two of you walked, "You're not 'new people', dude. I've been watching you ever since I was 5 years old."

"Oh, so you're a fan?" Misha smiled, you nodding,

"Hell yeah! The storyline blew my mind, to say the least. I'm so excited."

"Oh trust me, all of us are," Misha smiled, stopping in front of two trailers, "Yours is on the left side."

"Obviously," you giggled, reading the paper saying 'Y/N Y/L/N - Hope Winchester', "You got the-" you were cut off with Misha throwing the keys to the trailer your way. You caught them with ease, Misha's eyes widening,

"How?!" he exclaimed, making you laugh,

"Reflexes, dude," you responded, opening the door to the trailer, "Could you please give me the bags?" you asked once you entered the trailer, Misha helping you load them into the trailer before a woman approached him, "Your turn in the hair and make-up trailer," she said, handing him a cup of coffee,

"Okay," he nod, "You wanna tag along with me, Y/N?" he asked and you nod, jumping down from the trailer to the ground, "Oh wow," Misha commented, "What I'd give to be that much in shape."

"Shut up," you giggled, "You're just old."

"Oh well thank you very much," Misha laughed, "Let's go before Jared takes my chair again," he grumbled, making you laugh.

Misha held the door for you to enter. You nod, thanking him and walked in into the famous hair and make-up trailer. You found Jensen sitting on a chair, getting his hair trimmed and Jared eating candy. He was about to reach for the gummy bears bag but Jensen called him out,

"Don't you dare, Padalecki!" Jensen exclaimed, the hair lady laughing, Jensen turning to face you, "Keep your candy away from the human vacuum there if you want to have them," he told you, making you smile,

"And keep your hands away from Jensen's gummies if you wanna keep your hands," Jared sassed, Jensen rolling his eyes and moving his head back, allowing the hair lady to keep working, "Hey!" Jared exclaimed, crouching down and giving you a hug, making you flinch for a hot second before you hugged him back, "I'm Jared."

"I know," you giggled, Jensen laughing,

"I casted a fan, huh?" he asked, watching you nod your head in the mirror, "I take it we don't have to introduce ourselves then."

"But that doesn't mean we shouldn't say welcome to the set," Jared smiled at you, standing up, "Oh God you're as tall as Gen," he giggled,

"Hey, you're the one with giant syndrome here," you teased, everyone laughing,

"I like you, kiddo," Jensen smiled,

"Your hair is done," the hairstylist said, Jensen smiling widely as he admired himself in the mirror,

"Welcome back, pal," he said softly, making you smile widely, "You missed Dean too?" he asked as he stood up and reached out to ruffle your hair,

"Missed him is an understatement," you said, "I do kinda miss your long hair though."

"We'll have a hiatus again," Jensen shrugged his shoulders, "Your turn, Mish," Jensen nod at the chair he sat in not long ago, making a few steps and sitting in the other chair, the makeup lady doing her job as Jared left to answer a phone call, "So, my wife Danneel and I are holding this whole operation together, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

"Is my hair going to be long enough for the character?" you asked, "It's not really girly."

"There's nothing wrong with rocking Dean Winchester cut," Misha called out from behind you, "I like it."

"So do I," Jensen smiled, "I loved your style ever since the audition, don't worry about it. Your character will basically be styled like you. It's what we aimed for."

"I don't recall you were at the audition," you said,

"True. I was watching from the VIP seats all the way up," Jensen said, "I thought it might be easier on some of the kids who might have recognized me and would be hit with a wave of anxiety."

"Yeah, thanks for that," you breathed, Jensen smiling softly,

"Dee told me you refused an assistant," he commented, "You got a place?"

"No," you shook your head, "I thought to look for a motel this first few weeks. You have any recommendations for me?" Jensen hummed, thinking for a hot second before speaking up,

"My place," he said, making your head tilt in confusion, Jensen giggling, "That's one adorable confusing face."

"Don't you have an apartment?" you asked, Jensen nodding, "I'm not looking into apartments yet, but thanks for the offer."

"No, I meant stay at my place until you figure things out," Jensen responded, making your eyes widen in shock,

"Uh..."

"You don't have if you don't want to, but you have the offer standing," he said, standing up from the makeup chair and going to hug you. You couldn't see a frown on his face for a split second when you flinched at his movement, but he let it go as you reciprocated the hug, "Come on, let me show you where to get the best snacks in the world."

"Oh I know already," you said, pointing at Jensen's gummy bears bag. He sent you a glare, making you giggle, "Okay, okay, Ackles, I'll stay outta your gummies."

"That's what I like to hear," he smiled, opening the door for you to exit the trailer.

"Wow," you breathed, Jensen going off of camera with Jared as they finished the last shot of the day, "This is so much bigger than I ever thought," you commented, Jensen and Jared smiling, following the two,

"Yeah, it takes quite a lot. Sometimes I feel like we do the easiest part of it all and get famous. All of these people behind the cameras deserve as much credit, if not more," Jensen commented,

"What was your favorite part?" Jared asked,

"Uh, does everything I've seen today count? I felt bad for Misha though."

"Oh, he had it coming," Jared said with a laugh, "He knew what he's walking back into."

"I don't know how you have heart to do that to him," you responded, "He's a literal angel. I have a friend who's just like him and I never ever had heart to pull a prank on her."

"That is cause you respect her angelic appearance," Jensen said, "Jared's an idiot."

"Guilty as charged," he raised his hand, yawning, "See y'all in ten," he said, walking away,

"Have you thought about my offer, kiddo?" Jensen asked as the two of you walked towards the trailers.

I have, but it's not okay to accept. I don't want to intrude, I don't want to use you. You need rest, need peace. I don't bring peace with me.

"I have," you said softly, "I uh... I don't wanna intrude your privacy and stuff, so I'll stick with a motel."

"You ain't intruding, kid," Jensen said with a kind smile, "If I didn't want you intruding, I wouldn't have invited you."

"I could be some psycho," you commented, "Why do you trust me?"

"Cause you seem like a nice kid," he said, "And I don't like the idea of a sixteen-year-old girl wandering through Vancouver motels. People are weird nowadays. I have a place for you to stay until you figure it all out. Why not offer it to you?"

"But..." you sighed,

"There's no resistance or stuff on my side," Jensen tried to assure you, "But if you're not comfortable with it, I understand. I'll help you find a place then," he said, yawning. You shook your head,

"You're tired. Go home and sleep."

"I have a later call tomorrow," Jensen countered, "I'll ask Cliff to drive us around until we find a not really sketchy place for you."

"It's okay if it's sketchy," you said, "Not my first time," Jensen looked worriedly at you, "Sorry. Don't worry is all I'm saying."

"Life hasn't been kind to you," Jensen whispered softly, "Stay at my place. You need a friend," he smiled kindly. You responded with a sad smile, nodding your head.