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[ru5t]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬.

for sanity's sake, dustverse only answers, but if you want answers for any of her aus you can rattle me and i'll do it again with the shifts

origins + family.

full name:  as far as the zones are concerned, it's Techno Havoc (or, more sparingly, Miss Magpie); it's not very hard to overhear her brother call her Maddy but repeating that is a really bad idea

date of birth: 5 may

age: middle 20s somewhere

social class: middle in the city; she's arguably kind of recognizable in the zones depending on which circles you move in, which is zones-culture version of being higher on the proverbial ladder, but there's not really a class system out there

parents: Mayhem Maker/Adrienne Magson (mother, deceased); Scott Magson (father, estranged); Merit (biological father, unknown to her)

siblings:  Jack (half brother); Pedal sort of??? (biologically her cousin, but was raised by her biological father- listen it's. it's involved. it just depends how you wanna view things. ig it's kind of moot though because she doesn't know pedal atp....ANYWAY)

physical + appearance.

height: 5'2"

weight: under what it should be, she struggles to put weight on

distinguishing features: scar through her right brow probably the most distinguishing, the scar on her chest maybe the most disturbingly obvious, but there's others (top of right shoulder, outside of her left thigh, on her left arm, her knees, her hands, etc. etc.)

hair color: naturally rusty red, typically dyed california poppy orange with at least one streak of neon green

eye color: amber / tawny brown / gold / whatever you want to call that

what do they consider their best feature?: if you asked her this directly i don't think she'd be able to answer you but from my all-seeing position i think it'd be something that isn't technically a feature so much as a skill which is that she is ambidexterous, or maybe that she runs fast s;dlkgfj;lsdkgfj; she... does not put a lot of thought into her body in terms of whether or not it's appealing to look at

style of dress/typical outfit(s): a little tiny bit tomboyish, a little punk/grunge inspired except in brighter colors, many pockets, [common outfits here]

jewelry? tattoos? piercings?: she has her ears double pierced! no tattoos (yet?), and often wears woven and beaded bracelets, preferably with beads made of wood or plastic, she's not big on metals

do they work out/exercise?: as a distinct activity, no, but every day of her life is effectively a workout so,,,,

belief +  intellect.

level of self esteem: broadly speaking i'd say it runs under what a distinctly healthy margin would be, she does a lot of second-guessing of herself, but she's prone to fits of like... she has cocky moments, and when other people question her capability suddenly she's little miss egomaniac of the year

known languages: english, slangy zone-spanish, she reads but cannot speak some scattered japanese; fully capable in multiple coding languages which is not really a communication language exactly but goes here anyway i feel

gifts/talents: prodigiously gifted electronics engineer and programmer until they drove her a little bit crazy. she's still above-average incredible but probably could have been scarily untouchable had things gone differently.

how do they deal with stress?: in whatever way it takes to survive it. she's... an interestingly effective compartmentalizer, in the sense that she can put things into systems and categories and etc. in a way that makes them endurable, however her version of enduring is. different, i think, than what many people's perceptions of effectively handling something would be... if that makes sense(?). also she gets weirder (more likely to space out and dissociate and say things that aren't for you and that are fragments of her constantly-making-associations-and-doing-math thought process) and also. she gets bitey-er.

what do they do when upset?: angry-upset tech is a Shouting Match expert, and sometimes the arguments are even good ones. fearful-upset tech is a runner. hurt-upset tech is a pouter with the biggest wettest how-could-you-est eyes. triggered-upset tech is going to say anything, everything, but especially what she thinks is going to scare/wound someone enough to back off, nothing is off the table, no line is too far to cross. (until she's already over it and no longer as upset as when she crossed it and now she has Regrets)

do they believe in happy endings?: she. would like to.

how do they feel about asking for help?: depends on what she needs help with and who she'd have to ask to get it.

optimist or pessimist: weird sort of spiteful optimist.

extrovert or introvert: on a sliding scale i do actually think she might... fall closer to extrovert? by some margin? but there's. tl;dr it's just not clean cut.

leader or follower: follower.

makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: entirely dependent on what exactly needs a decision. there are times when she's incredibly capable of taking a big step back from things and looking at -and solving them- like puzzles, at other times she can't see around her big big feelings and at others she just. gets overwhelmed by those feelings and can't even make decisions.

spontaneous or planner: planner. her in-the-moment decisions can often be impulsive but she's often thinking about eventualities and possibilities and there are many things that she has. varying levels of serious plans (and sometimes even like, hidden resources etc.) for. not to invoke doomsday preppers but maybe she's got a few little hidden caches of things, what about it.

organized or messy: messy-organized. it's a system (usually), it's not neat and tidy in any sense of the word. things go where they go, don't move anything (no, not even so you can walk across the room without stepping on stuff.)

worrier or carefree: lol. lmao. (worrier.)

artistic?: not... especially? she's got some artistic expression in her clothing and arguably in the way she makes her machines, but she doesn't fit the general perception of being Artistic™

mathematical?: very. it's hard for me to write sometimes because i am not particularly mathematical as a default setting, so i usually end up relying on analogies and figurative language that explains the concepts as i best understand them instead of strictly literal or expressly functional descriptions of her computing and engineering. luckily for me she's also an odd little bug so explaining explaining a particular computer system via You Know How Clouds Pick Up Lakes To Make Rain? is very at home in her dialogue and internal monologue.

sex + intimacy.

current marital/relationship/sexual status: she has. well it's some kind of relationship with the Kobra Kid (but not just any concept of him specifically the one my friend wrote who i have. assimilated into the version of him i now write (@hittheredline)) but it's not an exclusive or traditional relationship it's. just definitely Something. i accidentally wrote myself into shipping her with another of my own OCs as well but it was so completely accidental. also sometimes i talked with my friend about shipping her with Lith (her best friend) but i don't know how serious that ever was or if it was more of a queerplatonic thing or what.

sexual orientation (is it something they question or a secret): asexual, biromantic. it's arguably more grey-sexual? but that's under the umbrella and she's not exceptionally pressed about putting a hyper-specific definition on anything other than "don't fucking touch me unless i give you permission." it's decidedly not a secret, the zones are Very queer.

views on sex (one night stands, promiscuity, etc): her views are less views and more... personal dynamic with sex? and it's. complicated. she's not repulsed by it on principle, or ashamed of her experiences, but it is very adjacent to Many of her triggers and some other generally sensory stuff and she's got disorganized attachment and it's just. it's a lot. she has No opinion on what other people are doing with their sex lives.

ever been in love?: unclear! (yes)

do they fall in love easily?:  no.

do they desire marriage and/or children in their future?: absolutely not to both.

thoughts on public displays of affection?: she's very socially conscious, both in terms of people being near her and in terms of the amount of attention she's generating, and isn't the biggest fan of said attention, so she's not... exceptionally prone to them? unless somebody is playing jealously games in which case she has been known to .. for lack of better terminology stake her claim. it doesn't take a lot to fluster and lowkey embarrass her in this regard and she'll always do some amount of protesting but also. it's kind of a good flustered and a good embarrassed and she maybe secretly likes the other person being the one who does the public gestures that other people can see. one of those things where she'll go "stop" but doesn't actually mean it. if you can somehow get her anxious brain to scale down and she's not even thinking about whether or not other people are looking (difficult, but possible) then she's just all happy warm melty about it.

how do they show affection/love to their partner?: lots of preferential treatment, except. not always in the most obvious ways? she is capable of being really sweet and earnest in a way that disarms people i think, but that's a high vulnerability state and it's more likely to get a bite-y version of her that's Distinct from when she's being mean to be mean (flirty-mean.) she will commit crimes for you! you might not have even asked her to. she might not tell you about it. she will try so hard, very hard so desperately, to keep you Safe, even in ways that you wouldn't like. the rest are ultra super private it would be unfair to go around airing out.

relationships.

social habits (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): she perceives herself as a loner who doesn't quite know how to interact with people and will, especially in times of distress, demand various levels of distance and independence, but i do think she's actually pretty social. (far more than her brother, in fact.) she's definitely got a shorter list of like, close/highly trusted individuals, but her overall network of friends and allies and friendly-enoughs and aquaintences and she-doesn't-know-it-but-they're-really-fond-of-her's is ...quite large. she's often convinced that even if she could make herself a more stationary kind of person that people would get sick of her. i think most of her contacts would be happy to have her around, even though she is rather temperamental.

how do they treat others (politely, rudely, keep at distance, etc)?:  broadly, kept at various levels of distance. it takes a lot for her to open up — rather it takes very specific key moments of revelation. which sometimes come naturally and easily and quickly close the distance. (even more or less instantly, in some cases.) but most of the time getting to all these kind of key moments takes time and/or effort (and/or her orchestrating them coming around as a test but that's a thing that needs its own post) and it's. a process. she is, usually, at least vaguely friendly-leaning when encountering new strangers -no reason to make an enemy for no reason- but it doesn't necessarily take a lot for her to get rude, snappish, or decide she doesn't like your vibe. her snap judgements aren't final but they sure can snap, sometimes. and her close contacts aren't safe either - if anything being safer means seeing more of her honest edges, and not just the stay-away-i-don't-need-you edges.

confront or avoid conflict?: depends entirely on the nature of the conflict. behold my daughter, the walking contradiction. she'll run from everything. also she'll fight anyone. that shit's a coin flip.

secrets.

dreams: i can't figure out if this is supposed to be dreams like ambitions or dreams like the thing that happens when we sleep but the former is ambiguous and the latter is a recurrent thing i have and will continue to write about so. just hang around ig.

greatest fears: hallways and heavy boots and held breaths and doctors and the dark, the dark, the dark, the dark, the dark. the Forever of There where the line really never ends and the ends of you don't exist and sparks flicker out, smothered in madness and Empty.

biggest regret: mmm practically speaking probably trusting whatever little bastard of a joy-killer was the one who turncoated and got her hauled in for reEd but i'm not sure.. she actually has any functional memory of who that was/possibly that that's how it happened. i have a hunch that everything right around her capture is still a big blank to her.

what they most want  to change about their current life?: man can BLi just fuckin DIE. (no. it's a company not an individual it's not that simple.) i guess that's not a secret but it is technically the answer to the question so maybe this is just an oddly titled section of questions.

likes + dislikes.

hobbies: putting her nose where it doesn't go. scanning the radios, tinkering with her little nonsense bots (they're little robots that don't have 'a purpose' other than just, being little guys) talking to her cat. she likes to read, any book she can get her hands on.

indoors or outdoors?: outdoors but only in the sense that if she couldn't have access, if she was locked it forever, it would it end her (vs. being on the move permanently would be survivable. difficult, and often painful, but still.)

favorite color: gotta be the greens. the orange is very Her right, i'm not arguing and she wouldn't argue that, it just Fits it just Is. california poppy orange, little orange cat. but the bright green is what her favorite is, i'm pretty sure.

favorite smell:

favorite and least favorite food: i know that she must have a favorite, if only by the power of some nostalgia memory alone, but i do not currently know what it is. least favorite, obligatory power pup mention.

coffee or tea?: i don't think she's into either. i think tea is more common/available in the zones. ... actually im not sure how accessible coffee is at all that's very much an import/luxury item it's hard to say if the city would be invested in it? this a devolvement risk. anyway both are not her particular choice (a sugary energy drink goblin.)

favorite type of weather: sunny skies with lots of funny fluffy clouds to look at but that don't interrupt the warmth

favorite form of entertainment: reading, i think?

how do they feel about traveling?: if you held her still forever she would explode and die

what sort of gifts do they like?: i don't think i'm allowed to answer this she wants people to figure it out ;dslkfgj;dslkfjg

drugs + alcohol.

thoughts on drugs and alcohol: idk, they're around? doesn't care at all what other people are doing (unless it makes them a threat to her.) has her own complex relationship with the nature of what a drug fundamentally is. she is... a regular but not Habitual™ drinker. genuinely can pass on it without any struggle, just (as a person chronically hypertense) likes the effects of a good rolling buzz when she's trying to have fun.

do they smoke? If so, do they want to quit?: she does, but more as a comfort action that a routine habit. she'll keep them with her but isn't running through the packs, you know? more of a. grounding item/positive trigger to invoke when she's Lost.

have they ever tried other drugs (which, what happened, consequences): involuntarily, so many. voluntarily... actually a few i think? but i haven't properly rattled this thought so i don't know what the experience was like right now i'll have to think about it. i can say— nothing intravenous. no thanks.

do they have any addictions?: nope. related yet unrelated thought that i also need to rattle out better and i think mentioned before but she's got.. a weird thing going on with her level of tolerance/resistance that i'm not sure she fully understands. though to be fair i'm not sure the people responsible for it fully understand what they did to her, either. (if it is anything that happened with intention rather than as a weird side effect, they were probably trying to make her less resistant.)

other details.

most important/defining event in life to date: man. shit's been happening okay?

typical Saturday night: her n her cat and the radio scanner.

what is home like (messy, neat, sparse): where is home? magpie nest.

pets? if not, do they want any?: bestest boy Glitch, the cat who knows to much and may be aware of the fourth wall a little bit dwbi (<- that's a joke i'm joking.)

can they hold their breath for a long time?: survival skill. she can hold hers longer than you probably, but don't ask her to.

do they know how to swim?: nope.

can they cook (if so, how well and do they enjoy it)?: she can... make things that are edible out of the resources she has access to. i dunno that i'd call it cooking, exactly. food and cooking is very much a necessity thing for her, not an enjoyment thing.

[heckinconfusedparade]

Wachowski Bros. and the Rainy Day

It’s a weekend and it’s raining. Nobody is happy about this. Between Tails and Ozzie being afraid of storms and shaking under a blanket together, and Sonic unable to go on a run without getting soaked or slipping, it’s a terrible day. Sonic has had to stop Knucles from “fighting the heavens” for scaring Tails at least 6 times.. make that 7. The little kits scared whimpers are breaking hearts.

Tom and Maddie put on Tails’ favourite movie: Space Buddies and everything gets better.

When the rain stops, the mood is still glum. Maddie and Tom decide to put an end to this sad sitting! Tom opens the window back up “look. It’s not raining anymore! Outside time.” “But it’s still wet.” Sonic argues, gesturing to the giant puddle outside. Maddie sighs and steps in “exactly. I say we play in the puddles. Roll in some mud. You’re young! Enjoy your childhood.” Sonics eyes widen “really?? Y E S” and he is immediately dragging his poor brothers into the wet outside, Ozzie happily following.

Sonic starts happily jumping around in a puddle, kicking up mud and making a mess. Tails joins Sonic, quickly enjoying the activity. Knuckles.. he isn’t sure. What fun is there in kicking water and throwing mud? It makes you dirty. “Cmon Knuckles! Join us!! It’s really fun!” Tails calls out, giggling as Sonic splashes some muddy puddle on him. “I am sorry Fox, but I am unsure about this particular activity. I do not see how getting filthy acquires The Fun.” Knuckles crosses his arms. “Lighten up, Knux. Join us.” Sonic joins in the beckoning. No brother of his is sitting out on such festivities!

Knuckles feels a hand on his shoulder. It’s Maddie. She kneels down to his height “It’s ok, sweetie. Give it a try. If you don’t like it, you can stop and you can come in and clean off. But if you really don’t want to, that’s ok.” Knuckles thinks for a moment.. “thank you for your words, Mother. I will try.” He cautiously walks into the puddle and is instantly splashed. One mudball is thrown and his mischievous side has come forth. It’s a mud war.

Mud balls flying left and right- even Tom and Maddie have joined in! Everyone is getting absolutely covered in mud. Ozzie has also decided mud is fun and is rolling in a big mud puddle. He goes right smack centre of the fire and shakes, splashing mud in every direction. Everyone screams in surprise, shielding themselves.

Tom sneaks off at some point.. and comes back with a hose! He starts spraying these kids like he is an old man and they stepped on his lawn. It’s chaos. They’re getting the mud off, but are still dirty. Sonic doesn’t get very wet. He’s too fast and his speed dries him off pretty quick. Knuckles is attempting to fight the water. Tails.. poor Tails. He is covered head to toe in mud. And now he’s being power washed, which means he is now absolutely DRENCHED. He shakes off the water, causing his fur to fuzz up. Everyone takes in the sight of the yellow puffball that is Miles “Tails” Prower Wachowski.

Then, comes the time that every dog owner must endure. Bath time. They plop Ozzie in the tub and prepare. For some reason he loves rain and the hose, but doesn’t like baths. Tom and Maddie trusts the boys to figure it out on their own.. which is a mistake. There is now a mountain of bubbles and there’s a dog, hedgehog, fox, and echidna hidden somewhere in there. They struggle getting Ozzie to stay still in the tub because he keeps trying to leave. Knuckles lifts the clean pup out of the tub.. and Ozzie immediately shakes. Everyone is wet again. They open the bathroom door and out runs Ozzie, right to the carpet, becoming a carpet shark. The 3 are confused as to why he’s going crazy, but will ask later because it’s so funny. He’s just goin stupid.

The boys themselves do get fully cleaned.

Today was a fun day!

[nackrosor]

~September 29, 1998~

Leon S. Kennedy x fem! Reader [one-shot]

warnings: nsfw, smut, p*rn with plot/p*rn with feelings, angst, panic attack

synopsis: You've been rescued by Leon when you were running from the zombies near the police station and now wander through the hallways in his company. Surviving the night seems a mirage but can the young cop restore your hope?

words count: +8,2k

[this story takes place during the events of Resident Evil 2]

(a/n): Okay so, the idea of this story came up to me all of a sudden during a fever. It's quite long and disgustingly hot, but also tender and just a tiny bit sad. Let me emphasise; DISGUSTINGLY HOT. Like, I've been dying several times while writing it. What a self-inflicted torture, oof. I wrote it with the 2019 version of Leon in mind but you can read it by imagining any other version of him. I just think this version is the most adorable one; he's a cinnamon roll, ugh.

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Raccoon City - September 29, 1998

You collapsed against the wall and slumped on the floor, breathing hard, heart pulsating in your head. Every part of your body ached with fatigue and the open wounds, still dirty and untreated stinged like crazy. You clutched your left arm, hissing through your teeth and repressing a groan as you tried to check just how bad that motherfucker got you. You let him get too fucking close and as a consequence, you almost lost your arm. If it wasn't for the cop's quick thinking, you would have been clutching air right now, or worse, you could be dead, a corpse left in its puddle of blood for the delight of those ugly rotting monsters.

The sound of the door being locked startled you and you raised your head, only to be greeted by the panicked face of a breathless Leon. He instantly knelt down next to you and scanned your face and limbs for injuries, stopping on the ugly wound on your arm. He hissed a curse through his teeth and promptly checked his waist bag for a first aid kit.

"I have to stitch that up before you lose too much blood."

You lightly nodded your head in defeat, knowing much well how that would hurt but he was right; left untreated that wound would drain you dry.

He gently squeezed your other shoulder and smiled knowingly at you.

"I'll try to be quick."

He took the hydrogen peroxide from his bag and cleaned the area, then clutched the needle in his fingers and took a deep breath before making quick work of stitching the skin back together. His skilled fingers were fast and gentle. He peeked at you from time to time, eyebrows furrowing with worry seeing you blacking out and regaining conscience only to pass out again for the excruciating pain.

"Hold on, Y/N. Don't die on me", he whispered, cupping your cheek. You could see the concern in his eyes, the hurt even. You wanted to reply, thanking him for everything he did for you that evening; from letting you enter the police station to saving you numerous times both from the zombies and that awfully huge man that was after you. Your lips however barely twitched and you felt your eyelids drop and blackness engulf you.

When you eventually regained conscience, blinking a few times before you could recognize your surroundings, you gladly noticed how the pain in your arm had subsided and now felt almost bearable. You also noticed an unfamiliar coat wrapped around you and a feeble smile curved up your lips at the thought of Leon finding that coat for you after he tended to your wound. You tried to move but instantly let out a groan; your entire body still ached for the messed up day you had endured.

"Jesus Christ", you hissed, pulling on a lever coming out off the wall on your side, putting all your strength in your barely sane arm, unwillingly to give up just yet.

At the sound of your voice, Leon popped out from the corner of the wall at your right and he immediately dropped down on one knee beside you, wrapping the fallen coat back around your torso.

"Don't move yet, Y/N! You have to rest." He said in a calm but stern tone. His gaze lingered on your face and his lips curved up in a small smile. "I'm glad you're back. You had me worried for a couple of hours."

"A couple of hours?! I've been out for that long?!" you gaped at him in shock. He moved a finger on his lips, beckoning you to lower down your voice but kept smiling as he nodded.

"Well," you whispered, moving your right hand on the side of your lower back to soothe the sore muscle, "no wonder my ass aches more than my arm, right now."

Your statement brought out a chuckle from him and he shook his head, recovering the once again fallen coat but refraining from laying it back over your frame.

"I guess you could get back on your feet with my help." he said, then nodded his head toward the other side of the room, "and make use of that soft looking armchair."

You followed the direction of his nod and gaped at the armchair then back at him, your eyes questioning. You didn't notice it before, when you entered the room. Well, it was quite hard to notice anything in your condition, still panicking for that man you were running from. Sitting on that chair instead of the floor, however, would have been way better.

He chuckled again. "I brought it here from the office at the end of the hall when you were asleep. I didn't want to risk waking you up so I just put it there for later use."

You couldn't refrain from blushing a bit and lowered your head to cover your face from his gaze. He was being so considerate of you. Of a stranger, nonetheless.

"You didn't have to... you could have risked your life." you looked back at him, your smile faltering at the thought of him being hurt or worse, dying because of you.

His confident gaze pierced yours, a lovely smile still clinging onto his lips. "I thought you would be happy to sit on something comfortable, for once." His eyes dwelled on your face for a moment longer before he stood up. "I was searching for other materials, anyway. I came through the office and that armchair just screamed, help me! Take me back with you! I couldn't just leave it there, could I?"

You shook your head as your smile widened. "Of course not. That would have been rude and waaaay out of character for you."

Leon playfully winked at you and extended both his hands toward you. "So, do you want to give your poor ass a break?"

"Hell yes!" you chuckled wholeheartedly, taking his hands and letting him carefully pull you up.

Finally back on your feet you wobbled a little, apparently oblivious of how to properly stabilize your weight, but Leon was there to sustain you, hands grabbing firmly but gently your forearms and you leaned on him for help, not without feeling your cheeks burning for the closeness of your bodies.

"Thank you" you whispered, as he carefully helped you take a few steps toward the chair and stretch your sore limbs.

"Your legs have a lot of scratches and bruises, that's another reason why you're having a hard time walking properly." He said, hands still sustaining your body, "I took care of them as well."

"Geez, I'm in that bad of a state?"

Leon squeezed your sane arm, giving you a reassuring smile, "I bet you'll be good in no time."

You sighed and nodded, taking a few other steps with his support, slowly regaining your balance, until, a couple of minutes later, you could walk somewhat normally on your own.

"Okay so, now what?" you asked, looking up at Leon as you leaned on the side of the armchair, absentmindedly rubbing the dirty but soft velvety skin of the dark brown leather.

"Now you stay here and rest a bit longer, while I go check what's the status out there."

You stiffened, worry filling your every nerve. The thought of Leon going back out there, alone, made you shiver.

"I'm coming with you!"

Leon gave you an admonishing look, sighing at the sight of you walking up to him, body covered with more gauze than clothes. "That's not an option, Y/N."

"I won't let you go out there alone. Not again. Not now that I'm back on my feet." You stared at him with incredible resolution in your eyes and he sighed again, double checking your frame for the last time. You weren't fully recovered yet, but you could walk and probably run too. You already looked way better than before.

"Alright, alright. But stay close to me! And if I see you having a hard time keeping up, we're coming back here." His voice was stern but you knew he was just being considerate of your situation. He didn't want you to get hurt again, but you didn't want him to get hurt either.

"Got it." you nodded once, straightening your back.

Leon disappeared behind the wall for a couple of minutes, rummaging through the contents of a container then approached you again, a small gun in his hand. "Take it. You can't walk these halls without protection any longer."

You took it in your hands, feeling its weight and texture under your fingertips. You never ever owned a weapon, you had no idea what type of gun that was or how to use it, but you clutched it tightly in your hand and instantly felt like you could do anything. You didn't want to disappoint Leon.

Leon watched you attentively, probably presuming -correctly- that it was your first time carrying a weapon and refrained from adding anything else.

"I hope you'll never have to use it." He whispered after a moment, as talking to himself, then turned around and approached the door. He threw one last look at you over his shoulder.

"You ready?"

You firmly nodded.

Leon opened the door, pushing it lightly to take a cautious look outside. You peeked behind his shoulders, the halls looked empty.

"Let's go."

He stepped out the room and moved aside, waiting for you to pass before he closed the door just as cautiously.

You moved through a bunch of corridors surprisingly without bumping into any of those monsters. You started to relax, the tension you were carrying on your shoulders subsided and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Did you kill everybody while I was out?" you ironically asked in a whisper, lowering your weapon.

Leon briefly glimpsed at you, "don't let your guard down, yet."

You raised your gun again, keeping it at eye level but you didn't feel in danger, as strange as it might sound. For the first time since you came into the station, you could walk through the halls and rooms without feeling the breath of that man on your neck. For the first time you could actually look around and appreciate the paintings, the statues and all that remained from the old museum. Also, taking a quiet walk in Leon's company was a nice change from running panicked together from whatever would be chasing you.

You followed Leon inside the library only after he checked the room was secure. You smiled as you twirled around, moving from shelf to shelf, fingertips caressing the spine of any book that stood out to you.

"This place is amazing!" you exclaimed excitedly, casting a grateful look to Leon, who was still lingering next to the door, watching you move around with a little smile on his face. "Don't you love books? I do! And oh, I wish I could read each one of these."

Leon stepped forward toward a bookshelf and took a look at some of the book titles. "I'm sure these would turn out as a very boring read for you. There's not a single novel on these shelves."

"Well, I could go with boring right about now." You kept on moving from one shelf to another, disappearing from Leon's sight for a moment, before popping back out from the nearest bookshelf beside him. "Wouldn't you?"

Leon nodded gravely, a sad smile curving down his lips. You matched his expression and shared a moment in complete silence.

"We shouldn't stay here any longer." He said, clearing his voice and breaking eye contact, moving toward the door at the other side of the room. You sighed and followed him, casting one last longing look around you.

A loud crash stopped you in your tracks. It sounded like breaking glass and it came from the hallway, on the other side of the door in front of you. Another crash followed and the weird groans of those monsters soon filled your ears. You clutched tightly the gun in your trembling hands and hurriedly looked all around you, waiting for a horde of zombies to come inside at any moment. Leon stepped back, eyes dead set on the door.

"Turn around. We go out from where we came." He whispered in a hurried tone.

You instantly turned around and ran for the other door but once again, a loud noise brought you to a sudden stop. You immediately recognized the heavy footsteps echoing through the hallway and backed off in fear. You could feel a panic attack about to come and paralyze you on the spot, making you a very easy prey for the man who was about to come through that door, but a tug on your arm forced you to turn around. Leon's baby blue eyes locked with yours. You could see his mouth moving but no sound made it to your ears. His worried face and the sound of footsteps getting louder was all you could focus on at that moment. You felt something clasping your hand and tugging you forward. Your feet moved on their own and soon you found yourself running through a side door, out of the library and through a dark damp hallway.

Your head turned around involuntarily and you saw him. That monstrous man. He was walking after you, easily gaining on you with his long stride. Your eyes widened, your heart lost a heartbeat or two and you felt your legs wobbling and about to give up. You knew that was the end. You wouldn't survive another time. You couldn't avoid your fate this time. Your vision blurred as tears started filling your eyes. You just wanted this to end! You just wanted this fucking nightmare to end!

A strong arm enveloped your waist, you felt being pulled into something. Did the man just take you? Was he about to crash your body with his bare hands and throw your limp corpse away? Tears started falling from your eyes, sliding down your cheeks. You couldn't see anything, you couldn't hear anything.

A hand covered your mouth and another one cupped your cheek in a gentle, loving manner. Your body stiffened and you held your breath for a moment. As you squeezed and blinked your eyes to clear your vision, you gradually made out the silhouette of a familiar face. Big blue eyes locked with yours and a muted scream fled your mouth. Leon hushed you, his hand pressing harder on your lips. He cautiously looked around for a moment before lowering his gaze on your face once again.

"Breathe, Y/N. Breathe."

You did what you've been told to and gradually regained control over your body. Your injured arm hurt like hell and your back was sore once again. You noticed how you were pinned against a wall. In front of you and on the right, fallen shelves and other unrecognisable materials covered your spot. You were hiding. Hiding from the man. He didn't take you. He didn't even reach you. Leon found a well covered spot to hide. Leon saved you once again.

Your eyes moved back on your saviour's face. He was checking the hallway for any sight of the man or the zombies. You could admire his profile, his jawline, his nose. He was gorgeous. He really was. A strange warm feeling engulfed you from the inside, replacing the anxious and panicked sensation of a moment before. His eyes locked with yours again. You couldn't refrain yourself from smiling. What a change of course.

His eyebrows furrowed out of surprise and his hand slowly pulled away from your mouth.

"Y/N?" he called your name in a whisper, his eyes questioning, piercing into yours.

The warm feeling grew as you realised how close he was. His body was trapping yours against the wall. You were literally attached to one another. His face was only a few inches from yours, you could feel his cool breath on your flushed skin.

A barely audible moan escaped your lips, Leon's gaze fell on your parted lips. You could swear you saw his cheeks reddening but the hallway was very dark and only a flickering natural light reached Leon's face.

The air around you changed. Tension was buzzing between the two of you. What was happening? Did his face come closer? Or was it only your imagination?

His hand was still cupping your cheek, thumb delicately rubbing below your eye, wiping the last tears left hanging from your eyelashes. His other hand moved on the wall, just barely over your head. His body shifted, his weight pressing harder on you. Your head was starting to spin. His piercing blue eyes suddenly making your knees buckle. Or was it the tension from a few moments before finally getting to you? The rollercoaster of emotions drying your body of the only ounce of energy left?

Leon's face fell as he felt your body tremble under his. His hands promptly moved on your waist, sustaining you before you could collapse. "Y/N, please don't leave me. Stay awake."

"I'm- I'm okay. I think I just need to lay down a bit."

Leon nodded, squeezing your sides affectionately. His eyes quickly scanned your surroundings, making sure there was no monster in your proximity. The hallway looked clear, no sound coming from either side of the way.

"We can go now. The coast is clear. Can you walk?" he asked, his warm voice a soothing balm for your ears.

"Yeah, I can walk."

His hand held yours in a firm grip for the whole walk back to the room you left just half an hour before.

As soon as you arrived and the door was safely locked, you crashed down on the armchair, sighing satisfactorily at the soft embrace of the leather around your body. Leon double checked the lock on the door before turning toward you, taking a few steps in your direction.

"How are you feeling?"

"Way better", you whispered, eyes fluttering close for a moment as you took a deep breath.

"I'm glad to hear that."

Looking back at him you realised how tired he looked. His body must have been aching too because the way he was standing didn't look comfortable nor natural. Your brows furrowed and you swiftly moved on one side of the armchair, making just enough space beside you.

"Hey, come here. There's enough space for us both."

His gaze moved from your face to your hand patting the seat at your side. He hesitated for a moment, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, but then sighed, a smile tugging at his lips. He sat down next to you. Your bodies touched once again and you suddenly felt very conscious about it. You remembered the way your body was trapped under his and felt heat raising in your cheeks once again. You turned your head to the other side to mask your embarrassment.

"Are you alright?" he suddenly asked, concern audible in his voice.

"Yeah, uhm..." you tried to stabilize your breathing, eyes moving away from his face to linger on your hands clasped in your lap. "Leon, listen... I'm very sorry for what happened." His brows furrowed, eyes scanning your face.

"I'm sorry for how I reacted." you said, hanging your head in defeat. "I just panicked and shut down. I couldn't help you in any way. I also lost the gun!", you clenched your fists, anger inflaming you, "I've been a burden the whole time. And I was the one who asked to come with you! You were right! I shouldn't have left this freaking room. I put you in danger! I-"

His hand moved to cover yours as he shifted in his seat to face you. His other hand cupped your chin, raising it to be able to look at you in the eyes.

"Y/N, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself." His piercing eyes made your stomach flop.

"No, it's the truth. I'm weak and a coward and-"

He stopped you again, taking your hands in his and squeezed them. He shook his head.

"You are not weak and most certainly you are no coward. Why would you say that, Y/N? You weren't prepared for this, no one was. Not even myself. We're just reacting the best way we can. It's okay to cry, if you need to. It's natural to panic as self defence. It's understandable if you feel like this is too much for you. This is too much for me as well, you know? I'm trying to hang on. I'm doing my best to keep my cool and do what I've been trained to do. As long as there's one person standing, I have to make sure they don't get hurt. You are that person right now and I won't let anything happen to you, alright? You'll never feel like a burden to me, you understand?"

His words, the way he talked to you, the way he looked at you; it was all too much. Your arms found the back of his neck in an instant, your body crushing into his. He let out a surprised gasp then chuckled as he entwined his arms around your back.

"Thank you Leon. Thank you so much." your voice broke due to the emotion. Tears pickled your eyes, but you repressed them, unwilling to start crying once again.

He squeezed you harder, rubbing his hands on your back, "there's nothing to thank me for."

"There's plenty to thank you for, just accept it."

He loudly sighed, making you smile. You stayed like that, silently enjoying each other's warmth. None of you willing to let go just yet. His hand raised to the nape of your neck, fingers lazily running through the roots of your hair, massaging your scalp. You melted in the embrace at his soothing touch, abandoning your body against his. You could feel his chest raising against yours, his breathing a bit altered but not as ragged as it was before. You matched it with yours. You were feeling safe in his arms, protected. His warmth, the movement of his fingers against your scalp, his breathing; everything soothed you in any possible way. You felt yourself drifting off, eyelids slowly flushing close.

The encounter with that man took a number on you, nay, the whole day took a number on you. You had to rest.

The close sound of heavy footsteps woke you up with a start. You found yourself laying on the sofa, head rested on one armrest, legs dangling from the other. You sat up, hands rubbing your crusted eyes. The room was almost in total darkness, only a feeble light came from the bolted window. It was nighttime, the streetlight was on. The noise that woke you now sounded more distant. It was him, none but him. Did he finally find your hiding place? Did he... Leon's face suddenly came to your mind. You casted a hurried look around.

"Leon?", you cautiously called in a shaky whisper, "Leon, are you here?"

A light ruffle came from the other side of the room and soon after, Leon's figure appeared from behind the wall. You breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing happened to him.

"Y/N, you're awake." he whispered, approaching you. When he was close enough, you could make out that adorable smile of his, curving up his lips. Your heart fluttered in your chest.

"Did you- uh, did you sleep well?" he sounded bashful, his hand moving to scratch the back of his neck.

"I did, yeah." you smiled sheepishly, "I fell asleep on you, didn't I?"

He meekly chuckled, shrugging slightly. "Don't worry about that. We were both extremely tired. I dozed off too." he said, his smile faltering, "I woke to the sound of his footsteps not so long ago. I was just making some erbs, in case we'd need them..."

You nodded, sighing, "I woke up in a startle as well."

You exchanged a worried look.

"Does he- does he know we're here?"

"No, I believe not. Not yet, at least. He would have smashed through the door long ago if he did."

"Yeah, you're right. Not yet." You took a deep breath, your head hanging down, "so this is it."

Leon crouched down in front of you, his hand moving to rest on your knee. "What do you mean?"

"This is how we die."

Leon promptly shook his head, squeezing your knee. "That's not true. You're not gonna die. I won't let that happen. We'll get out."

"Leon, please." you looked up at him, a cold resignation setting in your eyes, "I know you're trying to be optimistic for both of our sakes but it's not working anymore. I can see you're worried just as much as I am."

He casted down his sad look for a moment.

"He's just out there. We can't get out. And even if he doesn't come here any minute from now, he will always be out there somewhere, forcing us inside this damned station. There's nothing we can do. We're trapped. Getting out is something we can only dream about."

Leon looked at you in silence. You were worried you had somehow broken him. He always told you you could do it, that you could get out. Since he took you in, he always reassured you at any given moment. Did your words crush his last flicker of hope? You didn't want him to think you didn't believe in his abilities. You'd known him for only a short period of time but you could see how capable he was, despite his young age. He could actually get you out if only, if only things didn't look so freaking hard.

"Leon, I'm sorry. I-"

He slumped down on the floor, elbows coming to rest on his bent knees, head hung down. "Nah, you're right. There's no way out of here. At least, none I can see. I was just, you know, hoping that getting out would mean this nightmare would eventually come to an end. Like poof, suddenly we're back in the normal world, everything is like it was before, like nothing ever happened."

He looked at you for a moment, hurt in his eyes. You sadly smiled at him as you nodded.

"I understand."

"This should have been my first day of work, you know? My first day as a police officer here in this city. This should have been a happy day."

You could hear how devastated he was. A lump was forming in your throat. "I saw the welcome drapings", you paused, his beautiful features distorted by sadness made your heart ache, "I presumed you were new to this place when you lost your way a couple of times after you took me in."

Your comment made him chuckle and you smiled triumphantly.

"I was distracted."

"Yeah, sure."

He shook his head, a smile still tugging at his lips. His gaze met yours once again.

"How was your life before, you know, this happened?"

The genuine tone of his voice startled you and you giggled to mask your embarrassment. "What now, you want to get to know me right before we die?"

He searched your face, his blue eyes beaming at you.

"I'd like to know who I'm spending my final moments with."

You blushed again, diverting your eyes from his. "I don't know what to tell you..."

"Well, for starters... what's the thing you most regret not doing?"

Your eyes widened as you scoffed.

"That's your question?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, watching you. "We're in a life or death situation here. There's no point asking for your favourite color, movie or hobby."

"Well, I mean... You're right, but..."

"Just tell me the first thing that comes to your mind."

Your gaze fell on your hands clasped in your lap. You sighed deeply. "I think I uhm- I regret not giving myself a chance of falling in love."

Your answer startled him for a moment, his head tilting lightly on one side. "Damn. That's deep."

"Well, what did you expect?"

He scanned your face, silently watching you for a moment.

"You've never been in love?"

"Nope."

"So, you've only had superficial relationships..."

"What? No. I never had a relationship."

A soft gasp escaped his lips and you moved your gaze back on his stunned face.

"Why do you look so surprised? I'm y/a years old and never had a relationship, I'm certainly not the first nor the last."

"I know, I know. It's just...", he kept searching your face, eyes quizzically moving on your every feature, "It's hard to believe someone like you never..." He trailed off as he stared at you. You could almost see his brain cells working. He was definitely doing 1+1.

"So you've also never..."

"Yeah. Never been touched by anyone other than myself, if that's what you're asking. Never even kissed somebody or held hands", you paused as you remembered how his warm hand had clenched around yours multiple times during the day, "well, uhm romantically I mean."

His expression grew even more astonished.

"Oh come on, don't look at me like that!" you groaned, covering your face with both your hands. This conversation was starting to be too awkward and embarrassing for you. What were you two doing? With that man out there, your lives in peril. These arguments felt so frivolous.

You heard him shifting in his position and a hand grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from your face.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." He sounded genuinely sorry and you smiled at him in reassurance. "It's just that...", he trailed off again, his piercing eyes boring into yours.

You noticed he was on his knee, his hand still grabbing your wrist in a gentle grip. His free hand moved on your forehead to brush a lock of your hair out of your face. His fingertips lingered over your skin, gently tickling it as they grazed down along your forehead and your cheek, stopping on your mouth where they followed the contour of your lips. His gaze wandered toward them and you gulped as that warm feeling started to grow in your lower belly once again. His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb rubbing circles on your cheekbone. Your eyes locked again. His baby blue pearls searched yours, questioning, demanding.

You didn't move an inch, you were under a spell, into a trance. You even barely breathed as you feared breaking that sacred moment.

"Y/N", he called in a whisper. You softly hummed in response.

"May I?"

Your heart lost a heartbeat, you could feel it pulse in your throat. You couldn't talk, you couldn't nod. You just fluttered your eyes shut in anticipation. The suspense felt endless, your chest threatening to burst.

At last, lips pressed together in a soft gentle kiss. You shivered at the touch and melted in a puddle.

The sound of heavy footsteps filled your ears once again and your body started to tremble, but your lips remained anchored to his. Leon's hands found your waist and grabbed your sides protectively.

"Leon..." you breathed over his lips, looking languidly down at him.

He cursed under his breath, his lips crashing onto yours one more time, this time harder and deeper. You tried to hold a moan but failed to. He gently pushed you back in your seat, pressing you against the backrest as he stood up and bent one knee on the seat, the other foot planted firmly on the ground. His right arm rested on the board of the chair, inches over your head, while his left hand moved down to cup your face. You sank in the leather, out of breath, looking up at him as he towered over you. His head moved down to meet your lips in a passionate kiss.

The footsteps sounded a bit louder, echoing through the walls of the nearby hallway and making you flinch. You yanked Leon's vest as a reflex, clutching the hard material in your fist. His hand lowered on your body as it came to rest on your hip but in the process brushed your breast with the tip of his fingers. He noticed how turned on you were and his actions came to a sudden halt.

Leon pulled back a little, eyes darting to your chest before piercing yours as he firmly grabbed your jaw in his hand.

"Y/N, I need you to tell me if you want to keep going."

You gulped at the intensity of his gaze and tone, as well as the voracity of emotions igniting every fiber inside you. Your body ached to get a release, you couldn't control it anymore. These could be the final minutes of your life and you wanted to live them to the fullest.

As you kept your gaze locked on his face, you grabbed his hand and brought it to your chest, biting your lower lip at the sensation of his warm palm against your sensitive hardened nipple, only a couple of light layers of fabric separating the two. You saw his adam's apple bobbing hard in his throat as you guided his hand to move in circles on your breast. He kept on massaging you on his own when you pulled away and raised your hand toward his face, fingers running through his silky hair. He moaned softly, eyes fluttering close for a moment before he bent down again, his lips brushing the angle of your mouth as he started to leave a trail of wet kisses down your jaw, lingering on your neck. You covered your mouth to suppress a cry. The feeling of his soft wet lips on your burning skin was intoxicating. You wanted more. You wanted to see him, touch him, feel him.

You tugged at his vest, earning his attention. With one look at your pleading eyes, he instantly took the hint and started taking off the bulletproof vest as quietly as he could. When the first layer was out of the way, you helped him with his shirt, pausing to contemplate his bare chest. Your hands were on him in an instant, brushing his skin, tracing the outline of his abs, grazing all his bruises and scratches. Your eyes were full of him.

"Y/N?" he called you in a whisper, taking your hands in his.

You looked up at him, meeting his smiling loving face.

"Uhm?"

"You were staring." He was grinning, clearly making fun of you. You covered your mouth to suppress a laugh, pushing him a little.

"I would like to stare at you too, you know?"

You shook your head, rolling your eyes while keeping a wide smile on your face. You convened his wish was only fair so you decided to fulfill it.

Keeping your eyes on his face, you took the hem of your t-shirt in your hands and rolled it over your head before throwing it on the floor.

"Beautiful." you heard him mutter under his breath, and you noticed how his gaze wandered adoringly over your body.

"You can touch", you mocked him.

He smirked at you before he bent down to kiss your new revealed skin, his touch making you shiver again. His fingertips grazed your nipples from above the fabric of your bra and tugged at the hems of both cups.

You sighed in relief when he freed your breasts from their constraints, and gasped in surprise when he suddenly took one nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking it while playing with the other one with his fingers. You massaged his scalp as he made his way to your lower stomach by revering the skin with kisses. When the hem of your pants put a stop to his descent, he threw one languid glance at you before working with the buttons and pulling down the fabric. He moved on to remove your shoes as you helped him by kicking the pants off your ankles and out of the way. His hands grazed your thighs with adoration as he ate you with his eyes.

"I swear, if you keep looking at me like that..." you shakily muttered, catching his attention. He moved back toward your face, gifting you his adorable smile before lowering on your lips and kissing you with devotion.

"What would you do?"

"Most likely die."

He chuckled, locking eyes with yours.

"But before that, I'd definitely come undone before you even have the chance to touch me."

He sucked in his breath at your words and pulled back to cast a glance at your panties. You spread your legs just enough to show him how dripping wet the material was already. He gulped and let out a shaky breath.

You heard footsteps again, now coming from the upper floor just above you but you didn't care anymore. Your whole body was strung tight as a violin and it was not because of fear.

Eyes set on Leon's flustered face, you snaked your hands between your breasts, drawing a straight line toward your lower stomach and stopping just above the hem of your undies. One hand slipped under the material and you moaned out of pleasure as your fingertips brushed against your wet folds.

Leon's eyes widened and he cursed under his breath. You felt his bulge hardening against your knee and you moved your leg up and down to give him some friction. He groaned, eyes squeezing close, head bending backward and you revered at the sight of his upper body muscles tensing due to your teasing.

After a moment, he looked back at you with heavy lidded eyes making your heart flutter in your chest. He bent down toward you again, lips coming close to your ear as he whispered, "You're gonna be the death of me, not that fucker out there."

As if in answer, the heavy sound from above became louder, the ceiling shaking under the weight of it. You grabbed Leon's face with your free hand and pulled him into a kiss to shut him up.

Without removing his lips from yours, Leon snaked his hand on your body, following the straight line of your arm as he brushed your skin until his fingers were above yours, inside your undies. He whimpered in your mouth as he witnessed firsthand just how slick you were down there and his fingers began to move over yours, doubling the friction on your clitoris. This time you whined in his mouth and you pulled your hand away to relish only his touch.

He better positioned his fingers between you and brushed them over your folds, up and down a few times before slipping one inside you. You were incredibly turned on and it took him only a moment to stretch you enough to insert another finger and soon after a third one.

You came around his fingers not long after, the climax hitting you hard and making you see stars, your whole body spasmed for a few moments and his mouth, still seared on yours, captured your every cry.

As he pulled back to see the outcome of his work, you looked up at him from under your eyelashes, panting hard, still recollecting yourself from the strongest orgasm you've ever experienced.

"I've been the first to do that, uh?"

His teasing grin made you snort, fingers raising up toward his face to brush the sweat plastered hair out of his forehead.

"No one ever touched me but you, Leon." you retorted in a low whisper, teasing back at him.

He sighed deeply, biting his lower lip, eyes never leaving yours.

Taking advantage of his temporary daze, you moved your hands on the inseam of his trousers, tearing a grunt from him as you fondled his bulge from over the fabric before you made quick work of unfastening his buttons and sliding down the zip. He moaned in relief as you rolled down his underwear just enough to let his dick spring free from his painful constraints. However, before you could take him between your hands or approach your mouth to its head, Leon stopped you. You quizzically looked up at him, meeting his pleading eyes.

"I cannot let you do that."

You frowned up at him, hurt written all over your face.

His hand moved down to gently cup your cheek and he shakily whispered in a flustered tone, "Y/N, if you touch me I'm done."

The angles of your mouth instantly curved up and you bit down on your lip to suppress a chuckle. He was just as turned on as you were, only moments away from a release.

As you reveled in the thought of him being too worked up for you to even touch him, Leon pushed you back down, guiding you to lay on the armchair, head on the armrest as he hastily freed you both from the remaining clothes standing between you two. He positioned himself over you, one of your legs on his shoulder, the other around his hip, you looked up at him, mouth agape, shivering in anticipation.

He bent down on you, leaving a sloppy kiss on your lips before he whispered in your ear, "Are you nervous?"

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. "Just a little bit. But I trust you."

Leon pulled back a few inches, just enough to lock eyes with you and bless you with his smile. He didn't pull back or divert his eyes from yours as he took his dick in his hand and moved it over your folds, rubbing the tip up and down as he coated it with your wetness before he pushed it inside you, slow and steady. His mouth was on yours before you could cry out loud, his own grunt soaked up by the kiss as well. He slid in and out at a slow pace for a few times, until he felt your tight walls adjusting around his length and your body relaxing under him. He then fastened his pace, his every thrust pleasurably hitting the right spot. His mouth wandered over your breasts, tongue worshipping your nipples. The only thing you could do was thread your fingers through his hair and keep your mouth shut to suppress any sound.

His thrusts soon became erratic, his body tiredly pressing on yours. You could feel he was close, just as you were. Both of you tried to keep your moans down, muting them either with kisses or biting your lips. The only noise that echoed between the walls of the room was the wet, sloppy sound your bodies made where they met each other.

Leon hid his face in the crook of your neck, planting his hot lips on your burning skin. His hand snaked between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and starting rubbing circles, totally driving you crazy. You had to rely on any ounce of willpower you had left in you to refrain from screaming out loud. You were close, so close to reach the peak again...

The more than familiar sound of footsteps caught your attention all of a sudden and you realised with horror that it now came from the hallway just outside the door. Your terrified gaze met Leon's panicked face. His eyes darted from you to the door and back at you. You saw him firmly setting his jaw, his hard gaze locking with yours. His free hand moved to tightly cover your mouth and he resumed his pace, slowing down to make as little noise as possible, his fingers finding your most sensible button once again. Your eyes widened, every fiber in your body screamed for the thrill of the terrifying and arousing situation you were in.

The fast approaching footsteps, Leon's fingers teasing you, his hand sealing your mouth, his agonisingly slow but deep thrusts; it all felt too much and you came, eyes squeezing shut as a wild orgasm exploded in your belly, jolts of pleasure igniting every inch of your spasming body.

A soft but long whimper instantly brought you back on earth and you saw Leon struggling to keep his mouth shut as he thrust inside you one last time before pulling out. It was your time to cover his mouth with your hand as he came on you; eyes fluttering close, brow knitting, limbs shaking and giving out. He collapsed on you, his head coming to rest on your chest and you clutched his body close to yours, as tight as you could. Your arm around his shoulders, your hands on both your mouths to suppress even the slightest noise, you focused on the sound coming from behind the door. The man was walking through the hallway, passing right in front of your room.

You felt your heart in your throat, body turning into a block of ice when you heard him coming to a halt. You stopped breathing altogether, clinging onto Leon's exhausted body. It was the longest most terrifying wait of your life. When you thought you couldn't last any longer, your lungs burning from lack of air, you heard the sound of footsteps picking up again. You didn't move nor breathe until the noise grew distant enough.

At last, you uncovered your mouth and breathed a big long sigh of relief at which Leon's head raised up from your chest. Your eyes immediately locked and you felt him smile against your palm. You reduced the pressure on his mouth and he grabbed your wrist, keeping your hand at the level of his lips as he planted a soft kiss on your palm.

"What has just happened?" you whispered, your panting making it hard to talk. It wasn't really a question, more of a realization as you thought back at the last several minutes.

Your eyes followed him as he pulled away from you and stood up. He picked up his shirt from the ground and took the fabric of one of its sleeves between his teeth to rip it off. He then moved back toward you and gently rubbed the piece of cloth on your stomach to remove, what you realised only in that moment was his cum. He had some on his own chest and removed it too before putting the cloth away.

"You didn't have to ruin your shirt."

He retrieved your clothes off the floor and passed them to you, then picked up his own and started getting dressed.

"You could have used something else, like... I don't know... a gauze, for example." you babbled, pointing the half clean gauze laying on the ground, as you put back on your underwear.

"No, we're gonna need them all."

You looked up at him.

Already almost fully dressed, he was fastening the vest over his shirt. He turned toward you as he put the waist bag back around his hips. He lovingly smiled at your confused face and stepped toward you, crouching down and cupping both your cheeks in his hands.

"We're gonna need them because we're gonna go back out there and get the fuck out of here, once and for all." His tone was calm but his eyes beamed at you with a drive you couldn't truly understand. You could sense he truly meant what he said. He sounded resolute. He was looking at you as he could take over the entire world if he wanted.

"So... we're back at square one." you quizzically eyed him, searching his face.

"Oh no", he firmly shook his head, his smile growing on his face, "I was lost before but I'm very determined now."

You tilted your head on one side, brows furrowed, still trying to understand his sudden change of heart.

Leon chuckled, looking at you fondly.

"Y/N, I don't want this to end here." he said, emphasising each word, finger pointing between the two of you, "I don't want you to die and I don't want to die, either. I want us to live. And maybe..."

He moved closer, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, "maybe, have a date after all of this ends?"

You looked at him in disbelief, mouth hanging open.

"Would you like that?" His beaming eyes bored into yours, expectantly waiting for your answer.

"I- I mean...", you stuttered as you searched for words. The events of the night came back in a flash to your mind. You relived all that happened in such a short period of time; from running through the streets alone and getting into the station with the help of Leon, to almost getting killed by the huge man, and then having that awkward conversation with Leon, with all it led to. You realised you weren't determined as him and never would be. You sure as hell weren't confident in your abilities, if you had any. You still doubted you could survive the night. But, you believed in him. You trusted him with your life. He made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside all the time. He made you feel alive. He made you want to live. If you had to fight for your life and survive that nightmare, you wouldn't have anyone at your side, other than the precious cop now beaming at you.

_ _ _

You pulled him by the collar and pressed your lips to his. You felt him smile in the kiss.

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[savnofilter]

Kinktober Day 2

b. katsuki 

☠️ warning(s): 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤, bathroom sex, mirror sex, rough sex, squirting, established relationship.

☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.

☠️ words: 1.8k words [7 minutes, 10 seconds].

☠️ read more: kinktober(uary)

☠️ summary: after what felt like a long time (week) of you ignoring him over an argument, bakugo finally took the chance to fuck you in at the halloween party hosted by his friends. 

To explain how you were clinging onto your boyfriend and moaning out as he rutted into you at a sharply, fast, pace. Your back was pressed up the bathroom’s mirror, his thrusts so forceful he was worried that you two were going to break the mirror. A whole day’s worth of teasing and irking Bakugo had paid him off, the done deal being the clothing that dressed your legs and lightly gave the thiccness of your thighs the squeeze he loved to see.

It was almost comical. The car ride was almost silent, his eyes and hands struggling to keep themselves as he endured your wordless sassy-ness towards. The fact that you two had broken out into an argument before you had left the house and it was now you guys were hoping to the new location of Mina’s party and you were looking absolutely spectacular.

Besides, Bakugo has to hold himself back.

All-day he had to watch you parade around in your revealing outfit, the rendition no other than his own hero suit. Your skirt was cute but short, the obvious tank top accentuated your body and chest, the small but appropriate gauntlets lifting the creativity of the outfit along with the decorative mask. He had to proudly admit, you looked downright sexy and there was no debating about it. The problem was that he couldn’t touch you, at least that’s what your silent treatment towards him said. Bakugo wasn’t one to overstep boundaries, rather hearing you beg and ask him for more was a better alternative anyway.

Bakugo let out a breath of relief once you guys finally rolled up to Kaminari’s house, his clenched hands around the steering wheel calming down as he’s finally able to get out the tense care. He didn’t notice he was holding in his breath this whole time, or the fact his fists were clenched so tight they had turned white. The sight made you grin to yourself, unbuckling yourself and dropping down the mirror to look at yourself in the skimpy costume. He gave you a side-eye, his eyes appreciating the unique stretch your chest gave the material of the tank top, no matter your size successfully filling it out. He practically hopped out his seat once his door was open, not wanting to be the one to succumb to the silent challenge you had started.

Over what?! He didn’t know himself. All he could see was how the outfit made you look more beautiful than he had anticipated, figuring after last week's argument on whether or not you could’ve left the house in that one bra top you had insisted completely flew out his head without further thought. All he could think about now was the burning desire to pin you up somewhere inappropriate and fuck you there, leaving you to clench your thighs together to keep his cum from dripping anywhere that was to the public eye.

His eyes followed you from the moment you left the car on your own accord, not sparing him a glance as you walked into the party’s threshold. It took everything in him to not follow you closely, trying to show you he had control -- or rather convince himself. Bakugo growled before rolling his eyes, knowing that at some point at the other you guys would cross paths anyways.

“You look so amazing, Y/N! I bet Bakugo is going to be all over you by the end of the night, I know I would~” Ashido teased you, quirking her brows to tease you and make you giggle.

“We’ll see how it goes...” You teased back, glancing towards your boyfriend with a more than secretive look only he could read. You knew he was going to watch you, the feeling and thought exciting you.

After a long night of him unabashedly gawking at you, he had managed to whisk you away into the bathroom~ and fuck you raw. He held no remorse immediately sealing a kiss over your mouth and pressing his plump needing lips. His rough hands went to grab your thighs, not giving you enough time to melt into the kiss as he moved them down, his fingers dipping into the bands of the socks you wore that mocked his costume.

“You think you’re so fucking cute? Wearing this shit and teasing me all night?” He growls against your skin, nipping at the spot and roughly sucking on it. Your lips quirked up into a mischievous smile, breathy moans coming from your lips.

“Mmm, is it me or my clothes, Katsuki~?” You sass back. You knew what you were getting yourself into, the added excitement of someone possibly walking in while Bakugo was getting ready to fuck your brains out.

“Shut up.” He curtly responds, pulling away so he could work at getting your clothes off. His hands coming up to fiddle with the fashionable that sat on your waist, shirking off your skirt once he got it done, moving to get your top and shoulder parts off as well, the gauntlets staying on. You weren’t going to let him be the only one to undress, pressing up against him and leaning up to kiss him again. You bit onto his bottom lip and sucked on it, humming in delight when he took the opportunity to let his tongue wander into your mouth. Soon enough when you guys were both decently undressed, walking back before you could hit the sink, his hands hoisting you up on it and spreading your legs far enough so he could fit in it.

Both of your tongues battled for dominance, the two muscles seemingly not backing down from the same grudge that was held before. Bakugo had taken the time when he realized you were distracted to quickly align himself with your opening and thrusting into your dripping sex. He couldn’t help but smirk at how slick your hot core was, your stuck-up attitude being nothing but an act. Your tongue relaxed enough to be taken for him and dart his tongue to the back of your throat to poke at the sensitive walls. You choked at the feeling, your eyes blowing wide and nails digging into his bare shoulders to beg for mercy.

“Mmf--!” You tried pushing him back, him only doing so when he started to run out of air. You glared heavily at him as you both held the same look, a string of saliva connecting your panting mouths with wordless tension between you two. The string snapped when your head tilted back against the mirror, whimpering at the dull pain it caused you and only earning you a mocking chuckle from him. He lifted your thighs to your body, leaning up to watch your thicc thighs press against your folded body.

His hands were precisely placed to wear your thighs stopped at the middle of your thighs, his hands gripping the area tightly, his eyes admiring your body and all its glory. He hadn’t realized-a lie-about how much he missed seeing your body. You had taken up since that day a week ago you had silently declared that he would have to earn seeing you again although you guys lived in the same apartment.

Both of your brain cells left the room, the blue balls he had suffered were finally taking its advantage on you and you could never skip a good quickie with your boyfriend no matter the occasion. It was almost silent in the room minus the sound of his skin roughly slapping against yours and the shameless moans that left your mouth, his grunts accompanying your noises here and there. No fun banter added.

He made the dramatic motion of him pulling out randomly to confuse you, carefully dropping your thighs and dropping them down. Bakugo turns you around to bend you over and face the mirror, your brows rising and your breath hitching at the more than disheveled look of only about 15 minutes passing of you two being in that bathroom alone. He lifted one of your thighs and rested it on the sink again and thrust into you again. Your jaw dropped at the feeling, his cock hitting your g-spot at the angle he knew drove you crazy. Your eyes rolled back as he continued, his hands coming up and tugging your head back at an awkward angle to keep you watching yourself get fucked by him while also deeming his control over you at that moment.

Watching as your tits bounced with each motion, your bra failing to keep in place and had eventually let your breasts spill from his brute force. You shivered trying to hold onto the bars sink trying to brace yourself against his thrusts. He focused on so many things, leaving your cunt throbbing in wanton need as he exposed you and forced you to endure all the teasing you gave to him tenfold. Your words almost broken, not taking a super bright person to understand what you were trying to moan out.

“Are you going to fucking cum, babe?” He asks, tilting his head and talking in your ear, his warm breath teasing your skin and making you cringe. You nodded your head to the best of your ability, eyes watching his dark and lustful gaze, gladly taking his sadistic look without complaint. “Cum.”

Your body was rocked into oblivion. It took you some guidance, your hand coming down to rub your clit and making you cum in anticipation. Your moans were shaken as you finished, the push of your bladder giving you the push to squirt against your familiar fingers, your cum being able to coat the glass, and the rest in front of you with your liquid. The tight squeeze of your cunt provided a pussy-pocket like a squeeze, holding in his final grunt to pull out and cum on your bum, moving his hips to jerk some onto your thigh and some drips onto your socks. You grunt rolling your neck when his hand leaves its grip in your hair.

You breathed out once you were finished, the release of adrenaline catching up with you. He leaned against you while being able to keep himself up, nuzzling your neck and pressing his cock against you. You turn your head to look at his mess on your body, frowning as you attempt to wipe some of the jizz that stained your sock to no avail and pouting as it dawns upon you at the mess you two had made. “Aw… look at what you did Katsuki-”

“I wasn’t the only one in here!” He snaps back, narrowing his eyes at you and rolling his eyes at your annoying pout. He rests your thigh down and kisses your shoulder, his hands rubbing your hips and grinding his hard-on that somehow still packing an erection with the load he just blew. He laughed humorlessly as he looked at your astounded expression, his arms wrapping around your waist as he slowly sinks cock back into your cunt, enjoying the way your face twists in pleasure. He holds you in place as he kisses his way up your ear, his hips slowly rocking into you before taunting you in your ear.

“I’m not finished with you yet.”

[f1]

Its such a special thing Kevin Magnussen really excited to race with father Jan in Gulf 12 Hours

Although the F1 winter break is well underway, Haas driver Kevin Magnussen will be back behind the wheel of a racing car this weekend as he takes on the Gulf 12 Hours endurance event with father Jan. Kevin and Jan are set to share a MDK Motorsports-run Ferrari 488 GT3 in the December 9-11 encounter, which takes place at the Yas Marina Circuit in Abu Dhabi – the same venue as last month’s F1 season finale. Jan raced in F1 during the 1990s, representing McLaren and Stewart and scoring a point with the latter, before going on to forge a successful sports car career, claiming four 24 Hours of Le Mans class victories and a class win at the 24 Hours of Daytona. READ MORE: ‘We’re seeing the rewards’ – Brawn hails positive impact of F1’s 2022 rule changes Kevin has also dabbled in sports car racing, previously testing for the Porsche World Endurance Championship (WEC) effort, contesting the US-based IMSA SportsCar Championship and signing to race with Peugeot in the WEC before his shock F1 comeback with Haas in 2022. Jan Magnussen made 24 Grand Prix starts – 23 of which were with the Stewart team Having raced together at the 2021 24 Hours of Le Mans – where they finished 29th overall and 17th in the LMP2 class with an Oreca 07-Gibson – the Magnussens will hit the track again in the Middle East, with Kevin relishing the opportunity. “We’re going to get a few laps in the car before going to Abu Dhabi with it. But, of course, it’s something that I’m really excited about,” said 30-year-old Kevin, 19 years younger than father Jan. “Racing with my dad is always something that I enjoy a lot. It’s such a special thing that we’re still both active racing drivers at the same time. He’s not that old, so I feel like I have to grab the opportunity, as much as I can, while he’s still in good shape and fast. READ MORE: From Magnussen’s mega comeback to the pursuit of Piastri – 8 crazy storylines from the 2022 season “It’s the first time that we’re going to drive in a GT car together and I think he’s going to be pretty hard to beat in that one, but we’ll see!” Kevin and Jan Magnussen will share the cockpit again after a previous outing together at Le Mans Kevin is not the only son of an ex-F1 driver on the current grid, with reigning two-time champion Max Verstappen following in the footsteps of father Jos, who competed for the likes of Benetton, Tyrrell and Minardi from the mid-1990s to mid-2000s. Given that Jos also tried his hand at GT racing after F1, Max was asked about the prospect of joining the Magnussens as a father-son racing duo in the future. “I want to, but he doesn’t want to at the moment, so I need to convince him! He’s fully into rallying. I hope, of course, in the coming years, we can do that,” said Max. REVEALED: The move you voted as the best overtake of the 2022 F1 season To hear more about Jan Magnussen’s life before, during and after F1, listen to his recent appearance on the Beyond The Grid podcast. via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

[arcane-apathy]

F Drider X F Reader

AN: Welcome to a new little mini-series of mine. I have been dying to write a drider story for the longest time now. This story is the first of my high fantasy genre, all my other stories have been modern fantasy or sci-fi. But this one is pure fantasy. I’m very slowly trying to make my content applicable for a wider audience as well. Anyways... Thank y’all for your support, and I hope you’ll enjoy! 

Warning(s): Swearing, Violence, Injuries, Mention of Sexual Assault, Death, Alcohol, Brief Mention of Nudity

  The Bloodroot Forest was the last place you expected to make camp in. When you first saw it on the map you tried everything to avoid it. But, the forest was massive and would take weeks for you to circumvent. Upon arrival you discovered the name of it is scarier than the actual forest. Simply named after the dark red sap that flowed from the otherwise normal trees. The forest was calm, the paths well worn and old, and the deer were brave. 

  Your camp was measly and made of the bare necessities, product of a rushed escape. War has ravaged your community, forcing everyone to seek refuge in new places. You have yet to find a suitable home, one far enough away so you wouldn’t need to flee again. For now you lived out of your bag, foraging for food, and with a stiff back. But, whenever you wanted to complain, you had to remind yourself of what your fate would’ve been if you hadn’t left home. 

  The forest was peaceful at night as you laid on your makeshift bed, tightly wrapped up in your cloak. The wind gently tosses the branches above you and the occasional noise of an animal. Just as you were about to sleep, the noises changed. The nocturnal birds stopped chirping and you could hear the animals running further away from you. And you didn’t dare to move. Animals only left when they were scared and if the deer that were brave enough to mosey into your camp earlier were scared, something big was coming. 

  Very slowly you sat up, straining your ears for any hint as to what was coming. The silence was bone chilling. Then there was a rustle. You couldn’t tell exactly where it was coming from, which didn’t put you at any ease. Slowly your hand landed on the blade at your waist, a gift from your uncle after coming of age. 

  “Well, what do I have here?” You quickly cover your mouth to keep from screaming, turning around to look behind you. Yet no one was there. “Look up.” Out of sheer curiosity you obeyed, your eyes quickly met with large pure black eyes and pincers. You try to scramble away from them, only to find yourself hitting the tree behind you. Driders were a force to be reckoned with, most of them being mercenaries or guards to those of importance. But, encountering one in their natural habitat was another story. Here they were territorial and followed no laws. 

  The Drider smirks as he hangs above you, his black and white legs twitch in anticipation as he watches you, “I knew I smelt something off earlier. Now I know what it is.” His pitch black hand reached out to touch you, “and you do smell divine.” Normally when a scent-sensitive person no matter what race they were compliments you on your scent, it would fill you with a sense of pride. But this just felt wrong on so many levels. “So girly, what are you doing in my territory?” 

  You shy away from his hand, glancing up and the red and black abdomen above you, “just passing through, I promise to be gone by morning.” 

  He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, his pincers rising as he frowns, “see I can't just let you through without any way to pay." You could now feel the heat of his breath fanning over you as he gets even closer. Sadly with his advantage of four arms he managed to grab a hold of your wrist. "But, I can easily think of a way for you to pay." 

  Now it was your turn to frown, "I don't think so." His grip tightened, promoting you to tighten your grip on your blade. Thankful it was hidden within your cloak. 

  "You don't have a choice", he hisses and tries to pull you off of the ground. You pull out your blade as fast as you could, using the momentum to slice his arm. The Drider hisses in pain as you scurry out from underneath him, bolting into the foliage not even bothering to look back. If you were lucky you'd be able to return for your things at a later time. But your safety was more important than your measly possessions. 

  You knew it was crazy to try and outrun a being with eight legs and the instincts of an apex predator. But it was all you had. It didn’t take long for the muscles in your leg to start to burn. The cool night air felt like freezing on your skin and like a fire in your lungs. And you could hear him gaining on you. 

  “Get back here you little bitch,” he hissed. Which only prompted you to run faster, despite how much it hurt. You could hear that he was taunting you, but you didn’t bother to actually listen to what he was saying. All you focused on was the ground in front of you, avoiding the tree roots at all costs. But what you didn’t account for was webbing. The silk was basically invisible in the dark, and thick enough to trip you. 

  You fall onto your shoulder with a cry, pain blossoming along your left-hand side like a spiteful flower. The branches and roots doing little to cushion your fall. Desperately you crawl to your hands and knees. Doing everything in your power to keep any semblance of distance between you and the Drider. But his laugh was already too close for comfort. Before you know it, you're grabbed by the hair and lifted off the ground. You couldn't help but scream as he pinned you to a nearby tree. His two pairs of arms being a natural advantage, "got you now."

  You kick at his chest, using every ounce of strength to push him away. But it just wasn't enough. You couldn't reach for your blade, and any attempt to wiggle out if his grasp was in vain. "Let me go!" 

  "Yeah right, after you've cut me with your blade. Nice try you little wench, but I'm going have fun with you until you take your last breath," his grip on your arms tightened to emphasize his point.  

  “Put her down brother,” a more effeminate voice calls out to him. Your breath catches in your throat as the source of the voice steps out of the shadows. The male Drider was large in comparison to you, but the female that entered the clearing made him look small. Much like the male, her skin, eyes, and hair were a pure black. Instead of a red and black abdomen, her arachnid body was pitch black. As she got closer the more the male dwarfed in comparison. 

  “The bitch was in my territory and she cut me.” 

  “And now you’re in my territory and I don’t care, let her go.” 

  The male looks at you, then back to the larger female with a frown, “fine.” Then he literally dropped you. You fall to the ground with a whimper, using your good arm to sit yourself back up. “Why even bother protecting her? She’d make a better meal than friend.” You struggle to get up, only realizing you were caged in by his legs and the tree. 

  “It doesn’t matter. My territory, my rules,” she slowly walks closer. “Step away from her.” Nobody moves, especially not the male Drider. All you heard was her sigh, heavy with disappointment, then all hell broke loose. The two Driders charge at each other, the male desperately trying to claw at her before she pushes him away. You watch in fear and awe, scrambling back into some bushes for safety. The male notices you moving and tries to lunge for you, but the female beats him to it as she stands over you. 

  “You really want to fight your own family over a pathetic human?” 

  “My morals mean more to me than you ever will.” She charges him again and picks him up before slamming him onto his back. Her pincers rise as she lets out a bone-chilling hiss of anger. With ease she climbs atop him, using her weight to hold him down. Her hands swiftly find their way around his throat. His legs flail and try to push her off, and he claws at her arms. But she did not let up. Instead you heard a sickening crunch, and his legs and arms fell to the ground. 

  Silence surrounded the two of you as she stood up and backed away from the lifeless Drider. Her chest heaving from the action and her hair in her face. You couldn’t help but stare at her in the moonlight. She sighs and looks at you, “I promise I won’t hurt you.” You watch her legs curiously as she steps closer to you. “You are hurt, please let me help you.” 

  You look back to the body and ask meekly, “he was your brother?”

  She nods, “one of thirty.” 

  Your eyes widen at the number, yet it made sense. Spiders lay a ridiculous amount of eggs, so Driders must do the same. You look back up to her as you try to stand up, “I think I dislocated my shoulder.”  

  “I have medical supplies back in my burrow, and light,” she smiles a little as she lowers herself down to look at you. “Can you walk?” 

  “I believe so, but it’s hard to stand up with one working arm.” She nods and grabs onto your good arm, gently pulling you to your feet. “Thank you.” 

  “Your welcome,” she smiles and gently holds your hand, “the forest will get darker the closer to my burrow we go. The trees are really thick over here.” You nod a little and let her guide you through the trees. Every time there was a log or boulder in your way she would pick you up and carry you over it. Her strength, agility, and endurance were nothing but impressive. No wonder why Driders are so sought after to be guards for nobility. Soon the opening of her burrow was in sight, a pair of bushes strategically planted alongside the opening to give it a little bit of cover. 

  The burrow was cozy to say the least, and was bigger than it looked on the outside. It was cool inside due to being underground, yet it was bright with the help of oil lamps and candles. The walls and ceiling were smoothed down and holding shape with the help of webbing. “Sadly I don’t have any furniture for you to sit on cause… well,”she motions to her abdomen before going to a large trunk. She pulls out a large blanket and leaves it folded up so it was like a pillow, “but this will be better than the floor.” 

  “I’m plenty used to sitting and sleeping on the ground by now. But thank you,” you sit down and wince as you bump your shoulder into the wall. You watch as she digs through a different trunk, reading the bottles and containers. 

  She walks over to you and sits on the ground in front of you, her legs sprawled out all over the place. Even without the added height of her legs she was still a few feet taller than you. If you had to guess, she looked to be around nine feet tall when she stood at her full height. “I don’t have many pain killers, but I do have a bottle of brandy if that will help.” 

  You chuckle as she hands you the bottle, “anything is helpful at this point.” 

  She motions to your cloak, “may I?” 

  You nod, “of course.” Her fingers were nimble as she undid the pin that held the garment closed. The cloak fell to the floor around you as she gently ran her hands along your shoulder. 

  “You’re right, it’s dislocated,” she offers a small smile, “but, I can easily put it back in.” 

  You sigh and take a swig of the brandy, “that would be greatly appreciated… After a few more sips.” 

  “Of course,” she chuckles and watches you drink. “I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Lalia.” You smile a little and introduce yourself as she watches you curiously. “So, what are you doing in the Bloodroot at night?” 

  “I was trying to sleep.” 

  “So you’re a traveler?” 

  “I’m trying to find refuge,” you wince as she lifts your arm straight. “I had to flee home because of war, and I’m just trying to get as far away as possible.” 

  “I’m sorry to hear of your loss.” 

  “It’s fine, I’m safe and that’s all that matters to me.” 

  She smiles a little and slowly lifts your arm, “this will hurt.” 

  “I fully expect it to,” you nod and close your eyes. The brandy only helps so much, even if you got wasted off of it. She notices your determination and nods. One of her hands gently resting on the back of your shoulder as she guides your bone back into the socket. You bite back a scream as you feel the bone pop back into place, then the pain immediately subsides. Simply an annoying buzz versus the piercing sensation that it was before. You let out a breath that you didn’t notice you were holding while Lalia tied something behind your neck. 

  She was using a scarf as a makeshift sling, “you should keep your arm like this for a couple days at least. So, it doesn’t pop out of place again.” 

  “Thank you Lalia, you truly are a lifesaver.” 

  She waves a slender hand dismissively, “it was nothing.” You glance at the claw marks that her brother had left along her forearms, the wounds already clotted. “Don’t worry about it, it’ll take a lot more than some claws to hurt me.” She gets up from sitting down and goes to put her supplies away. Now that your pain was gone, you finally got a chance to fully take in the woman in front of you. 

  Even in the lighting of the cave she was entirely black. Her skin, eyes, hair, and arachnid body were the color of ink. The light only reflecting off of her arachnid body made her look like she was made of velvet. Her face, just like her body, was slender and angular in nature. Then you also noticed she was completely bare, her lengthy hair being her only modesty. She was as beautiful as she was intimidating. And you couldn’t help but stare. 

  “Are you alright,” she tilts her head.

  “Uh yeah,” a little bit of heat rushes to your face, “just the brandy is starting to catch up with me.” 

  “Oh,” she looks around her living space before going to a shelf. She brings back a pitcher and a cup, “water from the nearby spring.” You smile as she hands you the cup, taking a large drink out of it. Not only was your pain dying down, so was your energy. Your exhaustion from traveling the woods all day and from running for your life. Lalia chuckles as you loudly yawn, her  legs making their way back to one of her many chests. She pulls out a bed roll and another large blanket from it, “I’ll make you a bed real quick.” 

  “I can make my own bed, it’s fine.” 

  “You have one working arm, I have four. I’ll make your bed.” Her tone left no room for arguing, so you simply sat and watched as she laid out the roll and the thick blanket atop of it to make it more plush. “Then you can use your cloak and the blanket you’re sitting on to cover up with.” 

  “Thank you, again… I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.” 

  “There’s no need hun, I’m just doing what’s right.” You couldn’t help but feel a little flustered by the pet name, but you didn’t let it show. Instead you got up from your spot and made your way to the bedroll. Using your good hand to pick up your cloak. You kick off your boots, something you usually didn’t do while on the road. Then made yourself comfortable on the makeshift bed. Lalia brought over the blanket you were sitting on and gently laid it down around your feet. “Do you think you’ll need anything else?” 

  You arrange the blanket and your cloak to your liking, “I don’t think so.” It took you a little bit, but you were finally able to lay your head on the bedroll’s built in pillow. Which was hard with only one working arm. While you try to get comfortable, Lalia is walking around the main area of her burrow. Turning off the oil lamps and blowing out the candles, leaving only one lit so you weren’t drowned in darkness. You silently yawn as she moves about the burrow with ease. Making you wonder if it was purely by memorization or if she had enhanced night vision. 

  “I can feel you watching me.” 

  You blush as you were caught red handed, “I’m merely curious… You’re only the second Drider I’ve ever talked to.” 

  “I hope my brother didn’t make too bad of an impression.” 

  “There have been worse.” 

  Lalia slowly makes her way closer to you, her voice slowly becoming quieter, “I will have to go back out soon… To hunt and to claim my new territory…” 

  “I see, are you nocturnal?” 

  “Not exactly, but it’s easier to hunt at night. I’ll be sure to find your things as well.” 

  “That would be greatly appreciated. It’s all I have.” Her smile falters a little at your words, “no pressure though.” 

  She scoffs a little, “that’s not what I’m sad about.” 

  “Please don’t be sad for me. Like I said earlier, I’m alive and that’s all that matters to me.”  

  She comes closer to your bed and crouches down. Her warm and slender fingers gently brushing your hair off your face. "That is quite the noble thing to say. I don't know many people who would say that." 

  You couldn't help the heat that rushed to your face, "I'm nothing special." 

  "I would say otherwise,” her kind smile illuminated by the distant candlelight. You return the smile before having a jaw splitting yawn. She chuckles and gently pets the top of your head before standing up again. “You should sleep hun, it’s been a long day.”

  “I suppose you’re right,” you sigh and you try to get comfortable. “Good luck hunting.” 

  “Thank you, I’ll be back before morning.” You nod and watch as she walks towards the mouth of her burrow. Your need for sleep makes your eyes too heavy to hold as soon as you lose sight of her. Despite being alone within the burrow of a Drider, all you felt was comfort.

[i-put-the-leg-in-legolas]

Promise me- Legolas x Reader

Triggers: Insecurity about oneself, a LOT of crying

Summary: (Y/n), stricken by grief, lets her emotions loose, but Legolas doesn’t hesitate to comfort her and remind her how much she means to him.

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The crisp, autumn air hit (Y/n)'s face, causing the warm tears that were now rolling down her cheeks to dry. But even though those tears dried, it wasn't long until more took their place. Truth to be told, the girl was exhausted. Both physically and mentally.

Though they'd started as 10, the Fellowship, which she was part of, had now been broken down and reduced to 4. Boromir had died in the hands of orcs, Frodo and Sam had gone off to god-knows-where, Gandalf had sacrificed himself to save them from Balrog, and Merry and Pippin, the sweet little hobbits that made the seemingly endless adventure less insufferable, had been taken by orcs.

Now, she found herself crying while her back resting against the trunk of a tree and her chin resting on her knees. The remaining members of the Fellowship were at least 10 feet away from her, all fast asleep as the warmth of the fire kept them warm and protected from the cold. She thought about their situation, about where the four little hobbits were, and whether they were alive or not, and this only made her sob even harder.

Between her soft whimpers and her heaving, the rustling of leaves could be heard, but (Y/n) didn't pay it any mind, instead focusing on the thoughts that swarmed her head and made her heart ache. The soft sound of crunching leaves got closer and closer, and without her even noticing it, in a matter of seconds, a certain blond was standing in front of her.

"(Y/n)?" Legolas murmured in a soft tone. Upon not receiving anything other than a soft whimper as a response, the elf kneeled beside the (h/c) haired girl and placed a hand on her shoulder. "(Y/n), look at me... what's wrong, nîn tinu?"

Legolas's soft words only made the girl turn away from him, mumbling inaudible 'leave me alone's and 'go away's. The elf sighed at this and sat down beside her, gently holding her cheek with his pale hand and moving her face; so she was facing him. 

(Y/n)'s cheeks and nose were red, and so were her eyes. Legolas couldn't help but let his face soften as he noticed the state the woman he fancied was in. (Y/n) noticed the change in the elf's expression and immediately looked away, too embarrassed for him to see her in that state. 

"Don't look away from me, nîn bain, tell me what's on your mind," Legolas cooed, gently taking hold of (Y/n)'s both cheeks. As his fingertips caressed the soft, damp skin of her lips, the girl let out a sigh and lightly nuzzled her face into the elf's hands.

"I'm just worried, Leggy... what if the hobbits don't make it to Mountain Doom? And-and what if we never find Merry and Pippin? Or even worse, what if we find them when it's too late?" (Y/n) lamented. She'd tried to keep her weeping quiet earlier, but now, it had all become too much for her to handle. Legolas's soft palms on her face made her completely break down, and before she knew it, she was wailing.

Though slightly taken aback, Legolas immediately wrapped his arms around her and gently helped her to her feet. "Come on... we don't want the others to wake up," he murmured, planting a soft kiss on top of the girl's hair as he slowly walked her away from their sleeping companions.

After a few minutes, they got to a small clearing, and there, Legolas sat down on the ground and pulled (Y/n) into his lap. "I know you're scared, meleth... but trust me, I know this will all work out in the end," Legolas soothed, running his fingers through the girl's tangled locks.

"How?" (Y/n) questioned, "How can you possibly say that it will all work out in the end? We've already lost two members of the fellowship, orcs kidnapped the other two, and we don't know if Frodo and Sam are even alive, for Valar's sake!"

Though he was slightly fazed by (Y/n)'s outburst, Legolas held the girl even closer, letting her sob on his chest and weakly bang her fists against his back. "This isn't fair! Why didn't take me instead, Legolas?! why?!" the girl wailed.

"Gandalf could've helped so many people, and-and Sam! He wanted to get married and have a family, and Merry and Pippin... they were so young, Legolas, they still had so much to live for, so many experiences they hadn't, well, experienced yet! How could I forget Boromit... he would've been such a great king, he would've been a magnificent ruler!" (Y/n) cried.

"And Frodo... he had so much potential, he was smart, and-and such a great person..." after uttering those words, (Y/n) sighed and looked up at Legolas, who held her tightly in his arms, gently tucking a strand of her behind his ear before wiping away her tears.

"What I'm saying is... I think that it's unfair that they all went away instead of me... I mean, let's face it, Legolas. I'm just a healer! I'm not the heir to a throne, like Aragorn, or-or a prince like you," (Y/n) said, looking down at her lap. "And if I died, nobody would care... I don't have a family that would mourn me like the rest of you do..."

Legolas gasped at the girl's statement and immediately shook his head before looking down at her with a serious expression. "Don't ever say that, (Y/n)! You're worth just as much as everyone else in these fellowship, and I know you deny it, but you're extraordinary!" the elf stated, "You're beautiful, smart, and such a gentle soul... and I swear to Valar that if you ever left my mind, I'd go crazy, (Y/n)... my life has no meaning without you..."

Legolas's words only made (Y/n) tear up more, but between sobs, she managed to pull away from Legolas and tried to walk away, only for him to follow her, refusing to let go of her hand. "Stop this, Legolas! Stop it!" she shouted, snatching her hand away from the elf's grasp.

"Stop what, (Y/n)? All I want to do is help you, nîn meleth! I can't stand seeing you like this!" Legolas groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Yes, he loved (Y/n) dearly, but he wasn't the best with emotions, and it frustrated him to see her that way and know that there possibly was no way he could help her.

"Stop giving me false hopes, making all those promises about how we'll start courting when all of this ends! Stop making me feel like the star of your eyes, Legolas!" (Y/n) bellowed, tears from anger and sorrow now soaking her cheeks. "If we make it out alive of this, you're just going to go off to your kingdom and find a beautiful elven maiden, I know it! Why would you want to stay with me, either way?! I'm not as slender and pretty as the elves, and I'm not even immortal like you are! I'm not the prettiest woman in Middle Earth, Legolas... hell, I'm not even close to being the prettiest of humans..."

Though throughout the whole ordeal Legolas tried his hardest to keep his emotions at bay, he couldn't help but shed a tear at (Y/n)'s words. He found it unimaginable how someone like her, someone so beautiful both inside and out, could think that she wasn't worthy of his love. In any case, it was he who was not worthy of her love.

By now, (Y/n) had fallen to her knees and was weakly crying into her hands. She'd almost ran out of tears, so she just heaved and desperately gasped for air, her chest aching with every dry sob that left her mouth. It was a tragic sight, to say the least.

"(Y/n), listen to me... my life has no meaning without you, and if I had to choose between enduring a painful and slow death but being able to spend the little time I have with you, or living forever without you by my side, I'd choose the first option without a doubt," Legolas sniffled, slowly approaching (Y/n) and gently rubbing her back. 

At first, the girl tried to resist the elf's caresses, but he didn't budge, so (Y/n) slowly leaned against his touch, her crying starting to mellow. "If I could, I'd take down all the stars in the sky and gift them to you... it would be unnecessary as your beauty surpasses that of every star, but if you wanted me to, I'd do it... I'd do anything for my queen, nîn meleth..."

(Y/n) turned around and tightly wrapped her arms around Legolas's neck, nuzzling her head on the crook of his neck. Her raggedy breath tickled the elf's neck, but he didn't care. Instead, he focused on whispering sweet and loving words into the girl's ear.

"I will always be here for you, no matter the situation, nîn tinu..." Legolas softly cooed, gently moving the healer's face, so she was facing him. (Y/n) looked like a complete mess, but in Legolas's eyes, she looked angelical as always. "Promise me something..." the elf whispered, tenderly leaning his forehead against (Y/N)'s.

"For you, Leggy, anything..." (Y/n) breathily said, sweetly brushing her fingertips against Legolas's nape.

"Please promise me that you'll never forget that I'll always be there for you. Even if life takes a cruel and unexpected turn and makes us part, I'll find a way to find you, and I'll never rest until I do it. After all, you're I Ithil ned nîn fuin, nîn maethor... you make my life worth living, (Y/n)..."

"Oh, Legolas... gen melin, nîn cundu..." (Y/n) whispered, staring into Legolas's cerulean eyes. As she stared into the prince's, she didn't see anything other than genuine love and admiration. For once in her life, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't as unattractive or boring as she thought. Legolas's eyes and words were so convincing that for the first time in her life, she felt like she belonged, she felt like she was valued. Maybe the prince's words, which she had brushed off as lies for so long, were the truth.

"I love you too, my queen... I adore you with my whole being."

Elvish Translations

Nin tinu- my star

Nin bain- my beautiful

Meleth- love

I Ithil ned nîn fuin- the moon in my night

Nîn maethor- my warrior

Gen melin- I love you

Nîn cundu- my prince

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In My Arms / F.H

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: After weeks of sleepless nights due to work, you and Five finally allow yourselves to rest. Even if it wasn’t a choice you both made.

Warning(s): mentions of death, fluff. that’s about it i think?

Word Count: 1119

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The Commission had taught you quite a lot of things that you didn’t ever expect to become useful until now. For one, they trained all agents multiple self defense and fighting techniques that were a mix of modern and older styles combined. Secondly, agents were taught how to survive on minimal sleep, food, and water. At the time you would have complained about having to endure such training but now that you were in 1963 with Five, running away from the Commission, you were never more thankful for it. 

The last few days for you and Five were absolutely exhausting. It had been two weeks to be exact for the two of you but it could’ve been years for his siblings. For some reason, despite travelling at the same time, everyone seemed to arrive at a separate time. Always the same time, at the same spot, on the same date, only years apart. Regardless of that, this didn’t mean that you both had it easier. No it was far from that. Your mornings were spent hunting down the remaining Hargreeves siblings and trying to convince them to actually help save the world again. This often failed since they had already created a new life in the timeline thinking that they were the only Hargreeves left. 

You and Five both knew that all they needed was a little push for them to agree. Even if it may take multiple tries before they finally agree, you knew they’d come around sooner or later.

After mornings of arguments and failed attempts, you and Five, along with Elliot, would stay up all night researching. The Swedes were on your trails like crazy, the Handler has a new offer and on top of that, her crazy daughter seems to be after one of you. 

By the time you were all successful in finally gathering all Hargreeves siblings together, it felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders. Took them long enough.

“We did it.” You said as the Hargreeves started to return back to their new life. You and Five were left with planning what to do, mainly because you both worked for the Commission and probably knew a bit more than they did. 

“Well yes and no,” Five started. You frowned at his negativity. “We got my siblings to finally get their head out of their asses yes, but the world still ends in four days and I still don’t know how to stop it.” 

From the expression on his face to the way he stood, you knew he was stressed and clearly overwhelmed. Standing up from the chair, you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him. You felt his body go stiff at your touch but you smiled as he quickly relaxed into your embrace, his arms wrapping your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

“How about I help you look through those papers you said were important, then we can continue where we left off tomorrow. You’ve barely been getting any sleep anyways.” You suggested as you pulled away. His hands rested on your hips as you brushed a few stray strands away from his face. 

“I’d like that.” He replied with a small smile. 

Walking over towards the couch, you grabbed the pile of documents from the nearby coffee table before sitting down between his legs. One hand was wrapped securely around your waist while the other flipped through the pages. 

The two of you stayed like that for a while. Music from the record player Elliot had left on played softly in the background as the sound of pages being flipped filled the room. This had to have been the most peace and quiet he’s gotten since you’ve both arrived in 1963. At times, Five would selfishly wonder whether it was even possible to save them again. Sure he was able to do so the first time but it felt purely out of luck. What if he couldn’t save you and family again and he was just wasting possible time to spend with you. 

With the debate going on in his head, he didn’t notice that you had fallen asleep. The papers you were previously reading rested on your lap as your head rested against his chest. Five almost forgot how much he loved seeing you like this; calm, relaxed and willingly allowing yourself to be vulnerable. Being a trained assassin and all, it was rare for either of you to let your guards down so moments like this truly made his heart melt. 

Pressing a kiss to your temple, he made sure to not make so many sudden movements that could wake you while he continued flipping through the documents. If he finished sorting them he could possibly allow himself to rest as well. 

An hour later and Five had looked through all the remaining files but only a few were useful. Sighing, he put the papers into their respective piles but froze when you started to stir in your sleep. Despite the very uncomfortable and unnatural position he was currently sitting in, he didn’t dare move. Instead, he remained like that until he was certain you were fast asleep again before slowly leaning back against the couch. He forced himself to stay up for a little longer just to make sure you’d be alright. 

As he started to drift off sleep, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist as he finally allowed himself to rest. It’s been a while since either of you were actually able to sleep and both for separate reasons. 

You struggled with nightmares, much like Five. Before you were recruited by the Commission, your parents had passed and left you in your aunt's care. She was kinder before their death but after, she was rarely ever sober and even when she was, it didn’t mean that her fiance was. You were still haunted by the look of fear on both your face the night you had accidentally stabbed the knife into her chest. As her body fell to the ground, the Handler stepped out from seemingly nowhere. To this day you still couldn’t decide whether accepting her offer was the wise idea or not.

Whenever Five closed his eyes he saw it all over again. His siblings, laying dead beneath the rubble the first time he travelled into the future. He remembers the guilt and pain he felt as he uncovered each of siblings one by one before falling to knees. It haunted him for years and even after he met you at the Commission, the nightmares didn’t go away but for the first time tonight, he slept peacefully and so did you. 

[sturchling]

The Miraculous Dancers

Another one-shot based off a prompt from @silvia7272

Hope you all like it!

Alya is wondering why Marinette is always so busy lately. One day she and Nino follow Marinette and her friends. She is shocked to see them dancing and decides to film them so she can embarrass her. However it doesn’t go quite according to plan.

It started small. First Marinette wasn’t free to hang out after school. Then she said she wouldn’t run for class president again. Then she stopped making banners and stuff for the class. Alya was furious. Ever since Lila showed up Marinette wasn’t the same. The girl got all jealous and kept calling Lila a liar. It got annoying, just because Marinette didn’t like her, that doesn’t give her an excuse to be mean to the girl. All Marinette ever did when they all hung out anymore was try and “prove” Lila was a liar. So, the class slowly stopped inviting her to everything. Even then, Marinette was determined to convince them that Lila was lying to them. It was ridiculous. Lila is so sweet; she would never lie. Marinette just had to be jealous. It got to the point only a few people even tried talking to Marinette anymore. Adrien, Alix, and Juleka all still hung out with Marinette. Chloe and Marinette had made a truce. They weren’t friends exactly, but they weren’t at each other’s throats. Marinette eventually stopped trying to tell everyone Lila was lying. The class’ silent treatment had worked. So, the class started inviting Marinette to hang out again. But she was always “busy”.

           No one in class knew what Marinette was doing. Of course, Marinette probably would have told them if they hadn’t been ignoring her when this whole thing started. Everything happened so fast. One day while at lunch, when the class was still ignoring her, Marinette and her friends went off campus for lunch, all except for Adrien who had to go home for lunch like always. They met up with Luka and Kagami and went to a small café to eat. While there, Marinette was just scrolling online on her phone when she saw a really cool video. It was a video of this group of kids doing an amazing hip hop dance routine. She showed the video to everyone else and everyone thought it was so cool. After watching the video for a third time, Marinette said, “I wish we could do that.” Alix answered, “Well, why can’t we?” Everyone turns to look at her and then looks at each other. Marinette pointed out, “For one, none of us know how to dance.” Luka piped up “actually, I know a bit about dancing. So does Juleka.” Juleka mumbles a bit, but no one can make out what she said. Marinette thought for a second, and replied, “Ok, so you guys know how to dance, but the rest of us don’t. And we don’t have anywhere to practice.” Chloe chimes in saying, “Oh, that is easily fixed. The hotel has a bunch of ballrooms and a few of them have stages. We can practice there. My daddy will obviously make sure the room is free for us.” Marinette retorted with, “Even if we have a place to practice, we all have crazy busy schedules. I mean, Juleka and Luka have Kitty Section rehearsals, and Kagami has fencing all the time.” Luka replies, “Yeah, but Kitty Section has been meeting less and less recently. They keep bringing Lila to practice, because she is ‘so good at writing songs’ and has ‘so many connections in the music industry’. We hardly get any work done; it just devolves into the Lila Rossi Variety Show. Me and Jules were thinking of leaving the band.” Marinette processes that information and then says, “Ok, but Kagami would still be too busy. I wouldn’t want to leave her out of this. She is just as interested…” Kagami interjects, “I’m sure it would be possible. I can come up with a reason to convince my mother. And if not, I have gotten very good at sneaking out since meeting Adrien and the rest of you.” Before Marinette can come up with another reason not to do it, Chloe declares “There you have it, Dupain-Cheng. We have a place to practice, two people who already know how to dance, and everyone says they are free to try. We will start Monday after school. No more arguments Dupain-Cheng.”

           The following Monday, after school, Marinette, Alix, Juleka, and Chloe all walked to the hotel. Chloe showed them into the ballroom and the girls got changed into workout clothes. Juleka announced that Luka was on his way, and the girls waited to hear from Kagami. About five minutes passed and Luka arrived. But the girls still hadn’t heard from Kagami. While they waited everybody stretched and warmed up, trying to stall until Kagami got there. Just as they were about to give up and start without her, the door opened again and in walked Kagami. Marinette jumped and excitedly yelled, “Kagami! There you are. I was starting to think your mom wouldn’t let you come. What did you tell her to convince her to let you come?” Kagami dropped her bag and replied, “I just told her that an activity like this would improve my balance and endurance in fencing. After reading how dance can improve that for some people, she agreed.” Marinette beamed at Kagami and responded, “Great! Well, we are all here. Ready to get started?” Everyone nodded and then Luka walked towards the front and said, “Ok, first move I’m going to teach you is the Running Man.” And just like that the dance group that would one day be known as the Miraculous Dancers was formed.

After school, every day, Marinette, Alix, Juleka, and Chloe would all disappear. No one in class knew where they were going. Alya resolved to find out where they were going all the time. So, after school one day, she and Nino followed them. They tracked them all the way to the Le Grand Paris. That wasn’t too surprising since Chloe lived there. But when Alya and Nino went inside, Marinette’s group didn’t head up to Chloe’s suite. Instead they ducked into one of the ballrooms, where there was a stage at one end. Alya and Nino were both very confused as to why the girls had come in here. They snuck through the door and crouched behind some chairs so that Marinette and the others didn’t see them. The door to the room opened again and in walked Luka and Kagami. Marinette called out, “Hey guys! You ready to start?” Luka and Kagami join the rest of the girls, no one had noticed Alya and Nino behind the chairs yet. Just as Alya was beginning to wonder what exactly were they doing, music started to play through near by speakers. Then the group in front of them began to dance some kind of hip hop routine. Alya was furious. You mean to tell me this girl has been blowing us off, just so she could come here and dance around? They aren’t even that good, they all look ridiculous. Alya pulled out her phone and started recording. Nino pulled her arm and whispered, “What are you doing Alya?” Alya paused the recording, pulled her arm from Nino, and whispered back “What does it look like? I’m filming them so I can post it later and embarrass them.” Nino looked shocked and asked, “Why would you do that? They are our friends.” Alya hissed back, “They were our friends. But Marinette and her group have been blowing us off. Marinette won’t even make banners or anything for us anymore because all she does is apparently this. She deserves to be embarrassed a little.” Nino just shakes his head and says, “You do what you want dudette, but I want no part of this. That is so uncool.” With that, Nino sneaks back out the door and Alya starts recording again. This will show Marinette. She shouldn’t blow off her friends for something silly like this.

Alya left eventually and when she got home, she posted the video of the rehearsal online. She had hoped that the video would embarrass the group enough to make them stop and make Marinette go back to hanging out with and helping the class. After posting the video, Alya didn’t look at it again. If she had, she would have seen that her plan backfired. The video went viral, and everyone was talking about how good this group was. People who watched the video recognized the members of the group and soon Paris was buzzing about this cool new dance group. Meanwhile, Marinette and her friends had just finished practicing when Adrien ran into the ballroom. Marinette turned and said, “Adrien? What are you doing here? Your dad never lets you out...” Adrien was a bit winded, but replied “I snuck out. You guys have to see this.” Adrien holds out his phone, which was open to a video. Everyone gathered around and was shocked to see themselves. Someone had come in a recorded their rehearsal earlier! Adrien told them, “Alya posted this about an hour ago. It already has hundreds of views. Its going viral.” Marinette started freaking out and babbling, “Oh no! Everyone must think we look so silly. All of Paris is laughing at us. Soon everyone in the world will see it and no one will ever take us serious again. This is so embarrassing! We need to change our identities and just leave town, I can’t stand everyone laughing at us-” Adrien started laughing and said, “Marinette calm down. You didn’t even look at what people are saying. Everyone is saying you guys look awesome. And when I commented that you guys had only been practicing for a few weeks, everyone started freaking out even more. They are saying you guys are incredibly talented if you are this good after only a few weeks.” Everyone gathered around the phone again and looked at the comments. Adrien was right. Everyone was saying how awesome they were. Marinette and her friends went online and thanked everyone for the support and told everyone the name of their dance group. The Miraculous Dancers. The video was shared hundreds of times that first night. It wasn’t long before people all over the world were talking about the new dance group, the Miraculous Dancers. And that is how the world was introduced to the Miraculous Dancers.

By the next morning, the Miraculous Dancers had gone viral. Several dance studios in Paris reached out to Marinette and her friends to offer them a place in their studio. The group did eventually decide to take one of them up on their offer, the Centre de Danse du Marais. This way there would be no more surprise videos. Marinette and her friends did decide to start releasing videos themselves. They had become very popular and everyone wanted to see more. Alya had been furious that her idea hadn’t worked. If anything, the video becoming so popular made Marinette even more busy. The rest of the class was shocked to learn that this is what Marinette had been doing. The Miraculous Dancers went on to perform at several competitions all over France. If they won any cash prizes at the contests, they donated it to a charity that focused on helping akuma victims and people who had been traumatized by akumas. And it all started with one surprise video.

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Watching Wall-E with the Sawyers 🤖

🌺This was suggested by @ellatheneonlight​🌺​

I have to admit, I didn´t even knew this movie before, so I had to watch it first, to be able to make this post. I think it´s a funny movie (even though while watching it, I often had the feeling that I didn´t quite knew what´s going on😅) It´s a bit crazy, so therefore watching it with the Sawyers would probably be a really interesting experience. 

It would most likely be Chop Top, who suggest that we watch this movie and while Nubbins would agree pretty fast, it would be really hard to persuade Drayton, because Wall-E is definitely not the kind of movie that Mr. Broomman wants to see. Robots, spaceships....no, that´s not his thing. It´s way too unrealistic - and anyways, aren´t we way too old for something like this? 

So I guess, there are special circumstances needed, for Drayton to agree to watch this movie with us. Like the twins´ birthday.🎂 In this case, Drayton won´t say no to them. He might act like he don´t care, but deep inside he loves his brothers and therefore he will grumpily agree to watch “this stupid thing” with them, if that´s what they want. (Of course, that doesn´t mean that he would be happy about it. Definitely.Not.)

Meanwhile Bubba would probably be really excited to watch it, cause he think´s that the robot is cute and hopefully it will be a nice movie without any bad things to happen. 

Of course, I also agree to watch it, cause how could I say no to my dear husband and my favorite brother in law?🥰

And when it comes to grandpa... well, he´s neither able to agree, nor to disagree, so like with every other thing, we have to decide for him and of course, we want him to join that movie night.😊

During the opening scene, I will most likely have to endure some jokes from Nubbins and Chop, cause when they see how Wall-E is running around and eagerly cleans up everything, they would say that this is basically me when I clean up the house.😒

I would reply that “well, someone have to do it” which Drayton would take as an opportunity to give us a speech about how he´s the one who´s working at the gas station day in and day out, just to bring some money home for us ungrateful half-wits and this would go on for a while, because it´s one of his favorite things to rant about.🙄 And of course, we have to listen to it, if we want to or not.🥱

When he finally shuts up, this scene is happening:

Wall-E found a plant🌱and now Chop will wonder what he´s going to do with it. Most likely he will ask us something like: “Do you thi-think he wants to-to smoke it?”👀 Yes, that´s the first thing that comes to his mind, because in his opinion it´s the only thing to do with a plant that makes sense. Also, he would love to see this nice little robot getting high, cause he´s sure that this would be really groovy. 🙄 Also, the robot is working the whole time, he definitely deserve to relax a little bit. Of course, I would tell him, that no, I don´t think that he´s going to smoke it. And then Nubbins would say that maybe Wall-E wants to eat the plant - do robots eating plants?🤔 He´s not sure about it and now he and Chop will discuss this topic for a while, until Drayton yells at them to shut up, because this movie is already unrealistic enough, he don´t want to think about the possibility of robots smoking or eating plants. At this point he´s already angry enough to smack both of them with the broom,🧹 but he resist the urge, because it´s their birthday and he don´t want to hit them during this day. (He prefers to wait till the next morning for this) 

It´s not easy for him to show such a great amount of self control and it gets even harder when a pretty robot lady named Eve shows up on screen and Wall-E immediately takes a liking on her.😍

Of course, Chop is not able to watch this without making some indecent comments and when he starts to loudly wonder if there will be some robot love making, Drayton will almost forget about his no-birthday-beating-rule, because at this moment he really wants to give Chop some hard smacks on the head. 

But again, he resist, which will encourage Chop to keep talking about this topic and when this scene is showed:

he and Nubbins will discuss if Wall-E´s tactic to giving Eve some gifts will be enough to get into her pants, which will cause Drayton to yell at them again and this time, he actually threats to beat them with the broom, but unfortunately the twins know that he won´t do it (at least not today) and so they simply ignore him and happily continue their inappropriate conversation. 

When Eve suddenly deactivates herself, Bubba will be really scared, because he don´t understand what´s happening. What´s wrong with the robot woman? Is she sick? Broken? He gives Drayton a questioning look, hoping that his oldest brother have an explanation for that, but Drayton would just shrug and say something like: “I don´t know, boy. Maybe her battery was getting too low.” 

Meanwhile Nubbins would laugh manically, because he´s absolutely convinced that no, it´s not a low battery - the robot lady is dead! She´s dead and in his opinion that´s a great thing, cause seeing someone die is sooo much fun.🙄 Although, he´s a little bit disappointed that the “death scene” was so boring (why couldn´t she explode or something like this? It would´ve been much funnier) 

But nonetheless, he still enjoys to watch Wall-E´s unsuccessfully attempts to wake Eve up, because a sad and desperate robot is also a very funny thing for him.😩

So needless to say, that when he finds out that Eve is in fact not dead, my darling will actually be a bit disappointed and when I say a bit, I mean Very. Disappointed. 

And he´s not the only one. Chop will also be disappointed, but in his case it´s not because the robot lady is not dead (no, he´s actually glad about it, cause when she´s still alive, that means that there´s still a chance for a robot sex scene to happen). No, the reason for Chop´s disappointment is that the moment the two robots were getting on a space ship, he was really excited, because he thought that now they´re would meet some aliens,👽but there are no aliens. 

No aliens. Only fat people in electric wheelchairs.

Seriously, what kind of movie is that? A spaceship without aliens, that´s like christmas without presents, like easter without easter eggs, like Chili without meat. It´s just not right. At this point, Chop will actually feel a bit sad, while Drayton will just be shocked about the catastrophic conditions on this spaceship. All these lazy people who do nothing except for driving around in their stupid wheelchairs, because they´re too fat to walk on their own two feet. Watching that makes him sick. And there´s one thing that´s for sure: If he were on that spaceship, things would be different. First thing he would do, would be to give every single person on this ship a good beating with his broom, until they would get their lazy asses out of their stupid wheelchairs and starting to work and being useful members of the society. Actually, that will make him go on a full speech about work ethic and everyone of us would have to listen, if we want to or not (and of course, we don´t want to) Also, he gives us that speech at least once a week, so at this point we already know it by heart.😩

Anyways, when this scene happens:

Drayton will finally shut up, while Chop (who was unusually quiet during the last minutes) will suddenly get very excited again, because that is it! Now we´re going to see the robot sex scene, that he´d knew would going to happen and it will be even better than he thought it would be, because the robots are in space! Really, how groovy is that? So of course, he will again make some comments, that will make Drayton wish that it wasn´t his birthday, because he would really love to give him a good beating right now. But sadly he have to wait until the next day and that gives Chop the opportunity to say every perverted thing that comes to his mind, without any consequences, but once the scene ends and the robots didn´t had sex, he will again be a bit disappointed, but only for a short moment, before he tells himself that the movie isn´t over yet and things can still be happening...

But when the movie ends and there wasn´t a robot sex scene (or any sex scene for that matter), he will definitely be disappointed, because the movie wasn´t what he expected it to be. No sex, no deaths, no aliens and these people didn´t even smoked or ate the plant. No, instead they´re buried it in the ground, which makes absolutely no sense in Chop´s opinion.

Seriously, what was that all about? He´s not the only one who ask himself this question. No, Nubbins is just as confused as his twin, (and of course, very disappointed because of the missing death scenes) but in his opinion there´s also something good coming out of watching this movie, because it gave him some inspiration for a new art project. Yes, my darling is now going to build a robot made out of....bones.🦴🤖 We´ll have to wait to see how well this will go. 

Also, the morning after their birthday, the twins both had received a beating with the broom.🧹In fact, during their birthday, Drayton had made mental notes to himself about every inappropriate thing Nubbins and Chop said or did, so he can make them pay for it later.😈

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Hi! Can i ask a scenario/headcanon for my human OC s/o and lance? thank u 🖤

Hello again! Happy to write for your OC! 😊

The page who requested this DM'ed me details of their OC, so I'll write some major points of their OC in a list below so there's a general idea of who I'm writing.

~Under the cut~

The OC:

To begin with, her name is Mary.

She's a human with witch ancestry, and is roughly 164 cm or 5 ft 4 in.

Since coming to Eldarya, she's learned to control electricity. This can be used as a weapon. It can be pooled to be thrown as a bolt, or it can be charged into another object without her even touching it. This ability also reflects her emotions a bit - if she’s feeling anxious, tense, or scared she may accidentally end up shocking someone who touches her.

She can talk with animals/companions. She’s their voice in a way, and she speaks for them when they need something said but can’t say it themselves. This comes from a mind-link with them, and through this link she can also control them and their actions.

Occasionally she receives premonitions because of her ancestry. Mary can’t control this ability, it comes at random times, but it can still warn her of future events.

Personality - Mary can be considered the mother of the group, with a bit of a dirty mind. She cares deeply for those who are close to her but isn’t afraid to give them a sharp scolding if they worry her seriously. She’s pretty quiet, but not shy, and while she’s wary of strangers she can quickly warm up to them. Her mind-link to animals has helped her grow to love these creatures in time, and she’s very protective of them and her friends/family. Mary isn’t afraid to fight for her beliefs and what she feels is right, she likes to be modest but isn’t afraid to be the center of the attention in a time where she needs to put her foot down. However, she does understand that people can change, and will give others a second chance - and even advocate for them - if they show sincere regrets for their mistakes.

Now that that's settled, I'll get to the headcanons (and I added an extra scenario because I had a great idea).

Lance's relationship with Mary:

Oh, where to start?

In his lifetime, Lance has learned that you need to appreciate the people who are true with themselves and others, and who stand by you even when it might be better or easier for them not to. He tries his best to be as useful to the guard as possible - to make up for everything he's done - so when she comes to him, noticing that he's been running himself a bit too hard some days, and tells him to take a break and says that she's worried for him, he listens.

He fights a bit at first; he’s not used to having such a caring figure watch over him, but in time he realizes that she acts like this to show she cares. He’ll soften up then, slowly learning the best ways to comfort her worries for him and give genuine apologies when he fails to show that’s he’s truly alright after her concerns run rampant. She just wants him to be alright and know she cares.

Lance admires her adamance in fighting for what she feels is right, and even further appreciates her fearlessness in opening up to him and trusting him early on when he was proving to her that he had changed. Frankly, he expected her to take many months, perhaps years, before accepting that he had changed from his past ways, and was delightfully surprised when he found that she actually was beginning to believe it early on. She had no reason to doubt, though - many weeks had passed and he continuously proved that he’s changed for the better, so while she was cautious (her mother didn’t raise a naive fool), she kept an open mind on the topic and let his actions and words speak for himself.

He’s happy to stand beside her on topics that they share a common opinion on, talking and debating new reasons as to why they feel this way or that - and although they’re open-minded to other’s opinions on the matter, when they’re faced with a time where opinions can shape something permanently and it seems a mistake is about to be made, they won’t hesitate to argue their points. With that being said, they’re very careful to be sure that they aren’t misleading anyone, but there are certainly some things that they know to be right and they will readily fight alongside each other to enforce that the right decision needs to be made.

However, most of the time they’re pretty quiet. They like the modesty of carrying on daily tasks and (for Mary, at least) hanging out with friends. Mary doesn’t like to make a scene for no reason, and Lance genuinely loves that he doesn’t need to worry about her starting drama around the guard that superiors will need to deal with. Their temperament around each other is truly relaxing, knowing that the other won’t randomly burst out screeching information that shouldn’t be stressed.

Some of the most fascinating things for Lance, however, are the fact that she can speak with animals and control electricity. These are the topics that he likes to observe her doing.

He’ll spar with her every now and again - just to make sure she can still defend herself to his standards - and will receive a nasty surprise when he’s nearly struck with a thunderbolt that scorches the ground next to him - not meant to hit him, just meant to remind him.

“Lance, really, I think I’m fine. Even the most powerful warriors can’t stand to electricity.” She’ll faintly laugh at his semi-shocked expression. He forgets every now and again that she can do that.

However, she has had moments of anxiety that really shock him... literally. She'll be anxious or nervous about something, pacing around restlessly, and he'll try to hold her comfortingly... only to receive a nasty zap the instant his fingers brush her skin. She'll apologize profusely, only feeling worse at the fact her ability hurt him, but he'll pay no mind and still take her in his arms. He'll endure the pin pricks if it means he can help calm her down.

He takes her premonitions seriously as well. Every once in a while she’ll dream of something so vivid, so rational and realistic, that she just can’t ignore it. Usually she’ll keep her mouth shut on most of her dreams if they don’t bother her to the point of needing comfort, but sometimes there’s just this need for Lance to know. He’ll listen - he won’t ever deny her a comforting shoulder to lean on when she needs to talk - and his jaw will nearly drop every time it turns out that her dream turns into reality. This is far and few in between, but it does happen, and Lance - having quickly learned many lessons with her - will take these dreams heavily into account and try to plan accordingly. Sometimes a dream is just a dream, of course, but they've recognized tell tale signs to point when a dream may be different.

There’s some bittersweet warmth that takes over him when he sees her talking to the creatures of Eldarya, knowing that he nearly destroyed all of that and, fortunately, failed. Her bond with these animals is so strong that some days he wonders if there’s more than just a mind-link, perhaps some sort of spiritual-link as well, but he could never be truly sure.

He was certainly surprised the first time it happened, though, when he was merely thinking bemusedly that she was just talking to a small woodland creature to be cute.

“She says the plant is dark green with red tipped leaves - big leaves, bigger than your hand. It’s that way.” She points in a direction.

Lance pauses and looks with her, his mind suddenly whirring so fast he nearly suffers whiplash, and doesn’t speak for many moments as his stare remains glued to her, minor hints of fear and shock lacing his expression.

“What? That’s what she said...” Mary is suddenly minorly off-put - nothing is more terrifying than when Lance doesn’t know how to react to a situation.

“The... the plant... she... how???” He doesn’t exactly know what he wants to ask.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I have a mind-link with animals, I can speak with them through thought.” She continues to apologize as Lance suddenly heaves a relieved breath.

He truly thought his partner had went crazy for those moments.

“So this way?” “Yea.” “Ok.” “Hey, we really need to find this plant to study it, it might be dangerous. I need you to bring us to it.”

The woodland critter pauses for a moment, looking deep into her eyes as she links their mind, and then scuttles off in the direction of the plant.

Lance pauses again, the same blank, semi-fearful-shocked expression having returned as he watches the creature, Mary following close behind.

“It’s more polite to ask where it is rather than take control of the mind to see where we need to go, but smaller creatures don’t always understand the ideas of ‘show us’.” She says semi-guiltily as she passes by, knowing she accidentally left him in the dark on a lot of this ability.

“I... sure.” He follows as well. He’ll need some time to ponder over this before beginning the questions.

Lance grows very used to this in time, and even specifically asks her to come with him on forest expeditions sometimes if animals could help him find his objective, but it certainly was a shock when he first learned of it.

Their relationship is serene, they have minimal arguments and, frankly, when they do argue it’s more of a debate, and they enjoy spending time with each other doing subtle things. Every now and again they’ll enjoy an adventure (usually of Lance’s suggestion), and these adventures always yield entertaining, enjoyable results, but at the end of the day they also heavily enjoy the calm of life. It takes a while for Lance to settle into Mary’s quirks and habits, but he never regrets for even a day allowing himself to be close to her. She brightens his life in multiple ways, providing comfort, entertainment and support to him, and he seeks to return that as much as he’s given it.

Extra scenario:

(I theorize that Lance adopted Floppy and I will fight Beemoov on this if needed!)

“Oh great Oracle she’s still so adorable!”

Mary softly squeaked the words as she leaned down to watch the Musarose scuttle around the desk her nest was placed on. It had been a long while since she had last seen Floppy, the last time being sometime before the White Sacrifice, but she was still so freaking cute.

Floppy stopped and looked up at her, twitching her tiny pink nose before returning to scurrying across the wood. The little creature fled back into her nest for a moment, hidden from sight, before re-emerging and scuttling to the other end of the desk where nesting material for Musaroses lay in a wooden box. She scrambled onto the edge and took a small bunch in her maw before dashing back to her nest, disappearing again into the small hole entrance.

“A little more in the corner there...” A quiet, feminine voice echoed in Mary’s mind, and she reached over to the box of bedding, gently - to avoid crushing the soft material - pinching a bit of the bedding between her fingers before bringing her arm back.

Floppy poked her head back out again, preparing for another mad dash across the desk, before pricking her round ears and ambling out of her nest to settle in front of Mary. Mary brought her hand down to Floppy and small pink paws grappled in the air to receive the bedding.

“Thank you.” The feminine voice whispered again as Floppy blinked at her before she turned and slipped back into her nest.

Mary smiled as she stood up straight and looked towards Lance, who was seated at the edge of his bed. He was slouched forward, his elbows resting on his knees while he fiddled with his hands restlessly, his gaze fixed intently on Floppy’s nest.

“Thank you for letting me see her again. I had wondered what happened to her...” Mary spoke gently as she walked with quiet footsteps towards Lance, choosing to sit next to him so she could observe Floppy as well.

“Of course.” He responded with a small smile and a glance at her before looking to the floor.

Mary recognized that something seemed off about Lance as she studied him - he was pretty resigned at the moment. She realized that Lance wasn’t usually overly energetic, but he certainly wasn’t this sedated on average.

Floppy emerged from her nest another time and bounded over to the box of bedding, resting her front paws on it and trying with all of her greatest might to nudge the box.

“Done. Lance, done.” The voice whispered in Mary’s mind again, and she was about to open her mouth to relay Floppy’s words when Lance stood and sauntered over to the desk.

Floppy leaped at his hand as he closed the lid, missing and disappearing with a poof into the bedding instead.

“Floppy.” The quietest of laughs escaped him as he reached his hand into the bedding to pull the Musarose out. She shook herself off while he continued to close the lid with his other hand.

Mary smiled again and joined his side by the desk, resting a hand on the box with intentions of putting it back for him. However, Lance rested his hand gently on her wrist as he noticed, turning to look at her with soft eyes and a small, affectionate tilt of his lips.

“I got it.” He said.

Floppy scrambled onto the desk as Lance picked up the box and headed towards a chest placed alongside another wall of his room, while Mary stood still by the Musarose. They both watched Lance for a moment as he crouched down and opened the chest, hesitating to put the box inside.

“The box belonged to Valkyon.” Mary turned to look at Floppy, who was crouched on the desk, as she started to speak through the mind link. 

“Oh?” She spoke quietly. Mary was sure that Lance could still hear everything she might say, but she still spoke in a quiet tone for the sake of discretion.

“The box reminds Lance of his brother, but he refuses to get rid of it. He really misses him.”

Mary stared at Floppy for a moment before turning to look at Lance again. He was tracing his thumb over a small etching in the wood that she could faintly make out. A ‘v’... ‘a’... ‘l’... ‘y’... Was that Valkyon’s name carved into the wood?

“He does this a lot when he’s reminded of him. I miss him too, so I try to comfort him. I’m not sure if it works, but I just want Lance to know that I miss him too, and that I’m sure Valkyon isn’t angry. He always spoke so highly of his brother in his memories, and even when he found out that he had to fight Lance he still loved him so much. He just wanted his brother to feel better...”

Mary didn’t know what to say. She knew as well that Valkyon wasn’t angry, and that Lance heavily missed his brother. Did Lance know that Floppy felt all this as well? Did he know that Floppy can tell when he’s in agony and tries to comfort him?

Lance set the wooden box into the chest and closed it, standing up and beginning to shuffle around a few things on another desk next to it. He says nothing but the sloping of his shoulders and the way he hangs his head tells that he’s burdened by thoughts.

“Valkyon always hoped that his brother was alive; he never stopped searching for him and went to many extremes to try and track him. I don’t think Lance knows how much he meant to Valkyon, even after Valkyon realized he had been fighting his brother the whole time. I just wish he knew this, I think it would comfort him, knowing that his brother will love him no matter what...” 

Mary looked at Floppy again and the Musarose turned to meet her gaze. Both were silent, and Mary had a feeling that the small creature wanted her to do something. Little did Floppy know, Mary already was planning on how to tell this to Lance. She knew the companion wouldn’t have told her all of this in such detail, while Lance is in such pain, unless she meant for her to do something about it.

Her gaze returns to Lance as he turns and heads towards them again, reaching gently for Floppy. She extended her tiny legs into the air to reach for his hand and claw her way up to stand and look at him. He pet her a few times with his thumb, holding her close to his chest, before setting her down again near the entrance to her nest. One hand was set on the desk to allow himself to lean while Floppy scurried over and around his other hand, a whisper of a smile resting on his face and a distant look in his eyes...

“You know... Floppy misses him too.”

Lance flicked his gaze over to Mary as she began to speak, who watching the Musarose clamber about.

“She knows when you’re reminded of him, and she doesn’t want to see you in pain. She knows that Valk doesn’t want you to be in pain either...” 

His gaze fled to an empty section of the desk, bowing his head. Mary took just a small step closer to him.

"Lance-" He refused to hear it; he couldn't hear it.

Mary reached a hand out to rest on his shoulder as she began speaking, but he backed away, unable to meet her gaze, and sauntered to the window. Lance felt his throat constrict and pain prick at his chest as he rested both hands on the windowsill and bowed his head; this was all his fault, he didn't deserve comfort.

Mary refused to give up though, Lance needed to hear this. He needed to know that, while he had done some terrible things, he always was and still is loved dearly. She quickly trod after him, Floppy dashing along the desk and over other furnishings to keep her important role in this, and, although she knew he wouldn't take too gracefully to this, rested her hand on his arm and stood close by him.

“Valk never stopped looking for you, he always believed you could still be alive. He spent so much energy trying to find a possible lead on you... and he always spoke highly of you.” Mary spoke in a gentle tone as she watched his expression, carefully testing her words to assure she didn’t distress him too much. She glanced over at Floppy, who was sitting on the windowsill on Lance’s other side.

“Valk always believed him in. He always believed that Lance was still good.”

“Valk always loved you and he always believed in you, even after knowing what you had done.”

Watching as Lance’s blue eyes grew misty as he stared through the window, Mary knew she was getting to him. She glanced at Floppy again as the companion nudged closer to rest her fore-paws on Lance’s wrist and sniff at him.

“Floppy knows when you have moments where you miss him... she knows how much Valk loved you, and she wants you to know that even though he isn’t here anymore, she is and she can love you for him.”

Lance shut his glassy eyes at this, tilting his head down, before opening his eyes just the slightest to look at Floppy with a tragic look on his face. The Musarose curled her tail over his hand and looked up at him as though he was her whole world. He breathed a shaky breath and spared a bittersweet smile at her.

Mary pressed herself gently against Lance, bringing both her arms around him to pull him closer. He didn’t resist, turning to face her and pull her into a tight hug with one hand on her nape and the other around her waist as he buried his face in her neck. She could swear she felt a bit of moisture near her neck as Lance stifled a heaving breath.

Floppy joined as well, leaping onto Mary’s clothing and crawling upwards until she could settle against Lance’s neck, where she laid gripping his shoulder armor as to not lose balance and fall.

“Lance...” Mary wanted to say something more to comfort him, but she couldn’t bring anything to mind that would help this situation. Anything further would just break Lance, and she didn’t want to destroy the moment that was being shared. She resigned to just holding Lance in a gentle and loving grasp as he held her like she was his last lifeline.

After the passing of many minutes, Lance eventually regained control of his breathing and loosened his grasp to avoid suffocating her. As he adjusted his grip, wrapping both his arms completely around her tiny frame, only one thought could run through his mind and be spoken:

“Thank you.”

Hmm. I feel like I deviated from Mary’s personality a bit with the short-story/scenario as it required her to be a bit pushy, but I suppose a trait of being a motherly person is not being afraid to put someone in a bit of distress if it’s something they need to hear to feel better in the long run.

I hope you liked this overall! This was my first time writing with a specific OC, which turned out a lot harder than I originally thought and hence why it took so long, but I think I did well!

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Oh my lord...I am so sorry that the NSFW Alphabet for Enigma/Origins Riddler is taking forever but work has been beating my ass. 5 days of 11 hour shifts per week is fucking brutal, and I have barely had time for anything save for sleeping, eating (barely even doing that), and showering. 

Once Christmas hits, though, I’ll go back to 4 days of 10 hour shifts per week, which will be much more manageable and I’ll actually be able to get shit done FFS. Like, really, I’m not happy but I can’t do anything about it right now so I’m just.........enduring.

To tide you all over, I am going to present what I have completed for the NSFW Alphabet for Enigma/Edward Nashton, our favorite sassy, sexy IT guy who loves to troll us like the little shit he is. I have letters A through N and X done, so that’s quite a lot.

I won’t lie, though...I’m not sure how happy I am with this one. I think I did better with the ones for Arkham Knight Riddler and Telltale Riddler, and I have so many mixed feelings about my work for Enigma....I don’t know. I feel like maybe I dropped the ball here? 😞 So I apologize if it’s not too great. 

Feedback is definitely welcome because if I can make this better, than I would LOVE to make it better 😫😫😫😫

Anyway, NSFT content below the cut.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Eddie is very doting even in his GCPD/sane/far-less-depressed days. His insecurities still play a part like for his Arkham Knight self, but it’s much less intense. He wants to be the best boyfriend you could ever have so you don’t dump him for being “inferior,” but he’s not as internally stressed out about it. It’s more like he is a bit nervous at first as he gets used to things, being intimate and what you like after. However, once he gets comfortable, he’s pretty calm and confident for the most part.

As for aftercare for him, again, some similarities to his Arkham Knight self but it’s not as extreme. He does like to cuddle after but it’s less because he’s clingy and desperate for affection and more because he is truly happy to have you in his life. Otherwise, he doesn’t ask for too much. Maybe a snack or a drink now and again.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Again, like with any Riddler, Enigma/Nashton definitely thinks his mind is the best part of himself. As Enigma, yes, he still wants to show off his incredible intellect to you as a means of charming you, but he doesn’t go overboard like his Arkham Knight self. Enigma is a smug little shit but his narcissism is more in check, and he doesn’t get over-the-top with his words like his Arkham Knight self. 

As for an actual body part, again, it would be his hands since he is great at building things, is a fast typer (obviously helps with programming/hacking), plays chess like a pro (really, he’s good), and is capable of some very impressive handwriting.

For you, I think it would be your hands. Arkhamverse Eddie is very touch-starved, and while as Enigma, it’s not quite as bad, he still does want some sort of physical affection. To him, your hands are lovely, and your touch is soothing, grounding him to reality sometimes. The fact you actually want to use your hands to pleasure him and not punch, slap or choke him is truly a relief. Deep down, he is lonely and never expected to find any sort of connection with anyone, growing used to being ignored, insulted, and bullied by others. So receiving a loving touch gives him some comfort as he has someone who not only appreciates him but loves him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Enigma is much more of a neat freak than his Arkham Knight self, but he’s not going to complain of making a mess of you. He loves to cum on your face, in your mouth, and inside you because it’s not only a way for him to “claim” you as his, it’s also a sign of how comfortable you are being so vulnerable with him.

This version of Eddie, though, is very much into fucking your mouth and cumming down your throat. He loves to have your eyes on him as you suck him off, and he loves to hear you swallow his cum. Again, it fuels his ego to see you willingly submit to him like this, and it gives him the thrill of being in control.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You know that Eddie would absolutely love to have you blow him under his desk while working at the GCPD. Granted, he’s not terribly fond of the being caught but it’s such a thrilling idea that he can’t deny its appeal. Nearly everyone at work thinks he’s some sort of sex-starved bore, so imagine how they’d feel knowing that yes, he can have fun, too, and no, it doesn’t involve cheating on his s/o with strippers at the local night clubs. (You know some of them cops be cheating on their wives, let’s be real, and Eddie thinks it’s gross).

Plus, having you keep him company at work would make his days at the GCPD dealing with corrupt cops and an absolute idiot of a commissioner (this is before Gordon is in charge, remember) more tolerable. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not a lot of experience. He’s had very few partners in his life, and while he may boast he’s got moves, he’s really just too nervous to admit otherwise. It kind of shows, though, with how shy he is when the two of you first become intimate, but just be patient and kind to him. He’s got a great memory and takes direction very well, and he does actually want you to enjoy going to bed with him so he’s going to work hard to keep you satisfied. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Eddie enjoys being on top because he loves watching you come undone beneath him and he enjoys holding your wrists down (when you two are in the mood for it). 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not goofy or silly. I mean, yes, he’s a damn tease and sarcastic af, but not childish. Ok, well, maybe sometimes he’s a bit of a man-child but, at this point in his life, it’s much more subdued. He’s far more playful than anything, and thinks being silly has no place in the bedroom -- or anywhere really. Not that he can’t ever laugh at himself. It just takes some effort since he’s not comfortable making mistakes.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Completely the opposite of his Arkham Knight self, Enigma is very well-groomed. Not excessively so, but he actually showers everyday, keeps his hair neatly trimmed, and shaves regularly. Before meeting you, he’s not terribly fussed about being tidy “downstairs” but once you two become serious about your relationship, he definitely makes an effort to keep that part of him as presentable as possible. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

At first, Eddie is extremely nervous as he’s not used to being vulnerable with anyone, but he’ll ramble on like he is experienced and comfortable. You see right through it, though, but don’t call him out on it in a mocking way; you’ll turn him off of you faster than you can say, “enigma.” Just be understanding and patient with him, guide him along without being condescending, and he’ll eventually relax enough to enjoy being intimate with you.

At this point in his life, Eddie can become comfortable letting his guard down more quickly with the right person as he hasn’t gone down that dark, depressing path of being repeatedly defeated by Batman and losing his sanity. When you have Eddie’s affection, he’s very romantic, often spoiling you with gifts and sweet compliments. He’s also secretly a cuddler, and likes to hold you for a while even if he knows he has somewhere else to be. It’s rare -- if at all -- that anyone likes him and even rarer that he likes anyone, so he’s going to be very affectionate with you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s a little embarrassed to admit it but he does resort to jerking off since it’s not like he has dates lined up outside his door, you know? He’s also more in touch with his “urges” even if he feels a little ashamed about them, and he has pleasured himself on more than one occasion before meeting you. He’s young and rather energetic in his GCPD days since he hasn’t wasted a bunch of time and energy on Batman, so he’s more likely to get, well, horny.

When he gets to liking you, he jerks off more often than he would care to admit, and it takes time for him to confess this to you. He just couldn’t help himself usually because he found you to be so stunning and pleasant to be around, and you treated him better than anyone else ever had so he kind of let his emotions run crazy in his alone time.

When you confess to him that you also were pleasuring yourself while fantasizing about him on multiple occasions, he’ll feel more at ease with what he did but also kind of...flattered. He hasn’t heard anyone admit to “getting off” because of him, and since he is attracted to you, it’s, well..it’s pretty damn awesome to hear you tell him this.

Eddie also may enjoy mutual masturbation with you. I mean, he’s curious as to what exactly you did to please yourself when you were alone thinking about him. How long did it take for you to orgasm each time? Did you like edging yourself? Did you use any toys? What did you imagine him saying, doing? He has a lot of questions because he has a curious mind, you know...and he’s, well, horny for you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Like his Arkham Knight counterpart, he loves it if you address him “formally” while doing the do: Mr. Nashton, Mr. Nashton Sir, or even just Sir. His ego hasn’t taken a bashing like his AK self, though, so he doesn’t need this kink as a means of feeling better about himself, but rather, he loves the power play. Edward likes to be in charge, even in the bedroom, but he likes to have fun, too -- wants you to have fun. So the formal names are more or less major kinks for him than anything.

He loves it when you send him sexy pics or texts while he’s at work because it’s like a challenge for him. Can he keep his cool while you’re teasing him like this? Or will he cave and have to “take care of himself?” Either way, he will use it later to “punish you” for being so unfair. 

This Eddie, since his self-esteem isn’t in the dumps, is much more comfortable with you dominating him from time to time. He’ll even admit it, although, in his own way (he has some trouble admitting he gets off on being dominated). If you tie him down and tease him, ride him, but don’t let him cum until you feel he’s “earned it,” he’ll be in heaven. He lives to be a “good boy” for you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Not fussed about where you guys do it, although, anything in public is kind of off limits as he’s too shy to risk getting caught. But any type of furniture or any wall or the shower...Eddie is very keen to try new spots. It’s, per usual, a challenge for him to see how you two handle it, and he likes variety.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Calling him, “Mr. Nashton,” or even just “Sir.” Complimenting him on his intelligence, his looks -- but most certainly his intelligence. Being touchy-feely with him. Touching his thigh. Kissing him by surprise. Flat-out telling him you need him. Wearing something green that’s also very sexy and looks amazing on you. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t do anything that could actually hurt you. Some consensual rough play is fine, but he won’t do anything that is downright painful. He also won’t try anything new without your permission.

He’s not into derogatory language, so he’s not going to call you “bitch” or “whore.” He thinks it’s vulgar and doesn’t see the appeal in calling his lover such things.

Now, this Eddie is actually ok with some humiliation kink since, again, he hasn’t taken a severe beating to his self-esteem. If you’re into it, he’ll indulge you, and, once he’s comfortable with you, he’ll let you do it to him. He kind of gets off on it -- but DON’T go overboard. Keep it light and fun, more like teasing. If you push it too far, he’ll get upset and will need to be alone, and you’ll also have to rebuild your trust with him.

He’s not into being called, “Daddy.” He thinks it’s weird, gross, and downright humiliating. Plus, it reminds him of his dad and he hates his dad.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a bit above average, like 7-7.5 inches but unlike his Arkham Knight self, he’s a bit more comfortable with it, not as concerned with being “not big enough” for you.

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Johnny Seo A-Z

SKZ A-Z   masterlist

pairing ➛ johnny seo x female reader

genre ➛ a - z list

warnings ➛ mention of kinks

synopsis ➛  this is an alphabetical list of smut themes, from aftercare to kinks everything is covered in this post.

word count ➛ 1.4k

author’s note ➛  my first nct a-z and i had to start with johnny, enjoy !! i should really sleep🤡 

A: Aftercare

Johnny is such a soft dom, he would take so much care of you. He would I think be the best in aftercare in 127 tbh. He is super careful to make you feel loved and taken care of. He would without asking bring you some food and a drink, take a shower with you. Or if you just want to cuddle, then he will not let go of you.

B: Body

On himself: His height, let’s be honest I think Johnny has a little corruption kink and a size kink. He would just love how small and fragile you look next to his 6′o feet. He feels powerful and dominant when he looks down at you. He loves it.

On his S/O: Johnny loves your eyes, he can see himself in them. As your future with him, he can read you so easily and without any effort. He knows exactly what you feel or what is bothering you. He just feels and sees it in your beautiful eyes.

C: Cum

He is such a chest type, he seems to just love the way his cum just runs down from your décolleté to your perky nipples and then down to your stomach. He absolutely goes apeshit when he can cum on your ass too tho, Johnny just really seems like a big ass enthusiast so it will be more ass but he still loves how messed up and dirty you look with his cum painting your upper body.

D: Dirty Secret

He would love to try anal, it’s not weird or something. But he would be way too concerned of the pain for you, he just doesn’t want to risk you having to endure the stretch. So he never asked or even thought about asking, but his dirty little mind craves for it.

E: Experience

He is a little experienced, he knows how to get you to your high and how to get you to yearn for more. He knows your body very well, where to touch you or where to not touch you. But as I said only your body.

F: Favorite Position

Missionary. This boy really gets it on with your legs over his shoulder, his view on how he is slamming inside of you or just seeing your face getting this sweet expression when he slowly pushes inside you. Oof he just is such a tease.

G: Goofy

He is not very goofy, actually not at all. He is so concentrated and mesmerized in his and your pleasure that he really doesn’t have any second thought about being goofy or silly.

H: Hair

He has as we saw in some pictures a happy trail screams and I don’t think he has it completely bare down there. He keeps it not too crazy but still has something going on.

I: Intimacy

Johnny is to be honest such a romantic soul, he just has the smoothness and softness to do something cheesy and pull it off. He just has it in him and does it naturally. It’s a big part in his love life, intimacy and romance is just such an important thing for him. 

J: Jack Off

He really doesn’t do it a lot maybe 4 times a week? He does it in the shower once he is alone, has time to relax and take care of himself. He will do it as quietly as possible but he is a loud boy.

K: Kink

Praise : Giving Receiving

Oral : Giving Receiving

Dominance : Giving

Submission : Receiving

Slight BDSM : Giving

Edging : Giving

Overstimulation : Giving

Breath Play : Giving

Corruption Kink : Giving

Size Kink : Giving

Dirty Talk : Receiving

L: Location

Homeboy is wildin, he would do it everywhere. The bed, the couch, the kitchen counter, the dining table just as long as he has your consent he will be open to do it.

M: Motivation

When you whisper your wild imagination. Whispering in general really turns John on. He loves when you just act like a complete 180 of how you normally are, being all dirty and sexy. He also can’t get enough of your noises during sex. Your whines, cries, groans, moans and gosh your screams get him to the edge.

N: NO

A threesome or bringing in another member/person. As said in Intimate he thinks that any sexual acts are a thing between you and him, no one else involved in it. He also isn’t very into exhibitionism, just the risk of being caught out there just doesn’t do it for it.  

O: Oral

Giving: He will take good care of you, he will definitely be passionate and just make you feel like you’re on the top of the world. Johnny may not have too much experience but boy, he knows how to flick his tongue or use his long fingers to good use.  

Receiving: He is so in love when receiving oral. Johnny would praise you a lot and constantly, not letting one second pass without a small grunted ‘You’re taking me so well’ or a ‘I love you Y/N’. He sometimes has to really control himself when it comes to thrusting into your mouth, he keeps his hands in your hair grabbing it and trying his best to not jerk his hips.

P: Pace

Johnny is starts slower and more steady but with time he starts to chase his high, progressively getting faster and rapid. He of course watches out for you, reads your facial expressions and how you are feeling. If it’s too fast but you don’t say anything he will see it and slow himself down, immediately.

Q: Quickie

He isn’t a very big fan of quickies. He doesn’t like the limited time and the stressful and hectic situation, but if he is needy enough / if you’re needy enough. He will be up for maybe a small number on a bathroom or a dressing room.

R: Risk

As said before in Quickie and NO, he can’t seem to enjoy having all of the adrenaline rushing through his whole body and the paranoia in his mind of someone seeing you the way only he can see, would not get him going.

S: Stamina

Johnny is up for some, he has a very good stamina but after cumming it would take something to get him hard again. He would need a small pause when you two are done, but once he is, he will satisfy you until your yearning is done.

T: Toy

He maybe has a little and casual collection of toys, a wand and some handcuffs. He doesn’t think a lot of dick shaped toys, he keeps you 100% pleased so he doesn’t think he needs anymore than these two little helping tools.

U: Unfair

Okay so Johnny is such a big tease. Edging is his by far most favorite kink and just teasing in general is something he does it without even realizing it. He just stands there doing absolutely nothing and it’s a tease. But once you tease him he will make you feel sorry and beg for mercy.

V: Volume

He doesn’t make much sounds but some grunts and heavy panting can be heard from him, once he is close or you clench around him he will slip out a moan. His moans would be deep and gruff and just ugh.

W: Wild Card

Okay, uhm so Johnny is really into edging, right? So he always just sees how you react to him just doing his thing, your loud cries or how you literally scream. He is very...curios about you edging him. He wants to do it so bad, but is scared that his dom figure wouldn’t be in the position to get edged.

X: X-Ray

He is a very tall boy, so his junior down there would be oh my, what I imagine is that he is just long and thick. His dick just looks majestic akajsjkasdn

Y: Yearning

He is not horny all the time but when the mood and the moment is right, he would really be showing how much he is yearning for you. Just how you act and sometimes innocently do something sexual. That would get him though.

Z: ZZZ

Once he is done treating you and after the whole Aftercare process, he would be very tired, just holding you to his side and drift off to dreamland~~

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Summary:

What if Juno didn't have time to heal properly from the soul incident before he and Ransom went on their first mission in the Aurinko crime family?

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“I recommend we turn our walk into a run.” Nureyev said, not daring to look at the scene Miss Nova Zolotova was making.  “A very fast run, Go!”  and gave a gentle shove to the small of Juno’s back as they broke into a sprint, Juno hitching up the golden skirt as they fled.  His footsteps fell farther and farther behind, glancing back Nureyev saw his face twisted into a grimace “Quickly now Detective!” he called.

“I’d like to see you run in 6 inch heal-ahh!” he stumbled and Nureyev grasped his elbow to keep him upright at the very least.  He’d have to have a chat with Buddy about practical footwear later.  Hopefully. 

The security was closing in fast, one of them even throwing a flashy prop blaster at their retreating backs; the shot went wide.  It was no matter.  There was their ride up ahead, hovering just over the precipice of the floating mansion.  He’d rarely been so glad to see a car.

“When I say jump-”

“What are you crazy?! I’m not gonna-”

“Jump!” 

The pair dove into the transport’s open door, Nureyev never loosening his hold on a screaming Juno’s arm as they fell into a heap in the back seat.  

“Hello.” said Jet “please fasten your seatbelts.”

“A little busy- at the moment.” Nureyev disentangled an arm to pull the door shut.  “For now, might I suggest we make our getaway.”  Several drones shot out of crevices.  While the security inside had to meet aesthetic requirements, there were no such restrictions on the outer team.

“I’m merely pointing out that our escape may be bumpy.” said Jet, nonetheless plugging their route on the controls. Doing a complicated maneuver to avoid a hasty trap.  Juno hissed as the pair were jostled about, clinging to Nureyev in a peculiar fashion “The security is different from the schematics Buddy provided.” Jet grunted, pulling hard on the steering console.  

“They updated the security system at 2 a.m.” Nureyev supplied, throwing out a hand to brace against the car’s side.  

“2 a.m.?  A last minute security switch then.”

“Quite, not the most organized affair, but a switch nonetheless.” It was Juno that found that out, Juno that had saved his overly cocky self from being caught by the cameras.  He was still rattled from the whole affair.  

The lady in question was unusually quiet, the quietest he’d been all evening.  Huddling into Nureyev’s side where he’d landed; a hand wrapped around his middle, breath coming in fast and shallow.  Nureyev was reminded of Juno's less than favorable reaction to their joy ride in the Ruby 7.  Was this his motion sickness?  or- something else- concern welled up in his chest.

“Juno?” he asked softly, struggling into an upright position moving the other with him “You didn’t get hurt, did you?” 

“Wha?  No- it’s juss-'' he pushed away and leaned over “hard for a lady to catch his breath in a get up like this.  Besides'' he winced, reaching into the folds of the skirt “landed on something kind of hard.” and produced the Gilded Globe of Reaches Far with a weak smile, that made Nureyev’s nerves flutter.  The golden circuitry and intricately carved gems glinting in the faint light of the floating mansion.  Nearly losing it after a sharp maneuver from Jet.

“Might I suggest you put that away until we are back in the carte blanche?”  

Once back, they were informed to make a showing for the family meeting to debrief the others on the mission.  Juno disappeared to change, hobbling into the meeting room a half hour later looking morose. 

“So kind of you to make it darling. I was just about to send Jet after you.” Buddy greeted.  

“That dress is a nightmare to get out of.” he shot back.  

“Yes, well, if you need help, all you have to do is ask.  Ransom,” Juno made a funny sort of cough “has just been telling us the details.  It worked for the best this time, but for future reference, when you have an account filled with fake credits, best not draw too much attention to it.”

Juno sighed, collapsing into a seat.  Something seemed to be weighing on the detective, something other than the disaster of a mission the pair had endured.  Nureyev kept glancing over, noting the way Juno sat hunched over on himself, the tired way he recanted the mission, the way he tore their performance to shreds.  They had finally started to work as a team near the end, but before then- well, they both had a lot to say about the faults in their plans.  The only thing Buddy scolded them for was failing to keep her in the loop, and chastising Nureyev for not relying more on Juno.  

They had successfully retrieved the globe but it did not feel like a victory.  

Later, after the debriefing and a private word with Buddy, Juno came to his room to talk.  Well, Juno talked, a long winded apology Nureyev barely managed to listen to as his mind whirred with the information Buddy left him.

“Point is I’m jus- sorry.”  he stopped, eye over bright and wide in anticipation.  

Nureyev couldn’t think of what to say, it was clearly his turn, as it were, clearly the time to speak, but….

“Juno-” his voice came out soft and strained.  

The other man stood unsteadily “I-I’m too late aren't I, damn it, I- I should leave-” 

Nureyev swallowed, catching Juno’s hand in his “Not too late, Juno, not too late at all.” he gave a short humorless laugh “In fact, I can’t think of anyone I would want to stay with more than you.”  

Relief washed over Juno’s face as he pulled away.  “Hell, don’ tell me that’s it!”  He started to laugh, there was something off about it though, “You know how s-scared I was of-of this?  Of us?  Of- ahhh-'' he doubled over clutching his stomach for the second time that day.  

Nureyev dashed to his side “Juno?  Juno what’s wrong?” He grasped his shoulders trying to get him to look him in the eye.  They sank to the floor, Nureyev pulling him close like he had done in Miasma’s compound.  

That’s when he realized what was so off putting about the situation, Juno was in pain, serious pain and had been for quite some time.  Only he’d been too caught up in his own stupid thoughts to notice it before.  Just like the mission.  

The last instance he saw Juno this bad off was during Miasma's experiments in an old Martian Tomb.  

“Juno!”

“N-Nothin- jus feelin a bit woozy-”

“Woozy?” Nureyev pulled him closer, ghosting a hand down his side and- there was something damp there, sticky even.  

“Yeah, being swept off your feet has that effect on a la-ahh!” he curled tighter into his chest, like he did in the car, breathing far too hard.  “Don’ touch.”  Nureyev wasn’t paying attention now, thoroughly distracted by the russet smear cross his fingers.

“Juno you’re bleeding.”  His mind reeled.  Juno had been hurt, but when- how?  Why hadn’t he said anything.  

“Oh yeah, what do you know?  Thanks for the update.”

“Let me have a look.”

“N-no, it’s fine.”  He struggled to push himself upright, “shouldn’t be here.”

“Oh don’t be such a baby.” he pushed Juno back gently so he was resting against the dresser.  Juno let him, leaning his head back and closing his eye in exhaustion.  Lifting his shirt elicited a soft “ohhh-” from the thief.  

He was covered in injuries that couldn’t be more than a few weeks old, judging by the angry red and pink of the lacerations.  The corset couldn’t have been doing his healing process any favors.  Some of the wounds had opened, and Juno had placed large Band-Aids over the top.  Those would need tending to, but the one that was most concerning was one where a bandage was wrapped around his lower ribcage, blood dying the once pristine fabric a deep red.  

“May of had a lil’ more f-fun than anticipated today-”  

“Juno, what happened?” Nureyev cupped his face, gently stroking a thumb over Juno’s cheek bone.  He felt hot to the touch.  It only added to the concern.  

“Stupid really- I hit some space junk- and-” he paused, pulling in air “it hit back.” 

“Space junk-? Never mind that, why didn’t you tell us?”

“I did-”

“What? When?”

“At the meeting family thing.  Wasn’t- feelin my best-”

Nureyev thought back to the family meeting hours ago, he hadn’t been paying attention.  He remembered Juno supporting his resume and spilling his coffee moments after a defiant declaration to Buddy he could drink it.  The situation had been comical at the time, but he remembered how his hands had shook-  Same when he tripped on the carpet to the galla.  

Juno was many things, but he wasn’t a novice to heals or an elegant gown, his performance on the dance floor spoke to his skill.  His impatience to end the auction, and the way he’d bulled him over when he tried taking the globe prematurely.  The way his face had twisted, and how tightly he squeezed Nureyev-  Was that what had done it?  Or was it when they escaped to the transport-   

The truth was, Nureyev hadn’t been paying attention.  He didn’t pay attention and Juno was hurting because of it.

“Wasn’t feeling your best?  Juno, these are serious injuries.”

“N-not anymore-” Juno sighed “And we needed- the map- the Cure Mother-” he drew in another ragged breath “It could do a lot of pe-eople a lot a good.” 

Fear coiled in Nureyev’s gut as he thought of the words Buddy had said to him mear hours before ‘We are not legends- legends are dead things-’

How many times had Juno almost become a legend himself?  How many times had he tried to sacrifice himself for the greater good? 

“I’m going to get Vespa.”

“N-no!” Juno gasped, grabbing hold of the other’s wrist “Nureyev, please- I- I don’t want her to see me- right now.  Don’t need it-”

“Detective, you need more than I can give you.”

“It’ll stop- soon-” he was almost pleading “please, jus’ stay.” 

Nureyev looked at Juno Steel for a good long moment- he loved this man- it was a simple truth that he’d tried to run from- even going so far as to let him walk away on those soft feet in the dead of the night all that time ago-

He could live without Juno Steel- but it was getting harder and harder to understand why he’d wanted too.  

“Oh- have it your way Detective.  But you’re going to let me patch you up at the very least; I will not have you bleeding out on my watch.”

Juno gave an exhausted, wicked grin “Thanks Toots.” 

Nureyev relieved Juno of his soaked shirt and unwounded the bandage; careful as to not interfere with the clotting blood to reveal a truly evil wound.  A jagged V carved into the side of his ribcage, deviating into the vulnerable flesh of his stomach; half-healed bruises blotching his skin.  It wasn’t hard to believe Juno lost a fight with space junk.  The stitching had torn apart, none too neatly either.  

It wasn’t wise to stitch him up again, best let the doctor do the proper patching.  But, maybe, he could hold it off till morning.

He cleaned it best he could, Juno occasionally letting out little piteous sounds as he worked.  It was intimate, he could feel every stuttering breath under his long fingers, every twitch and tensed muscle.  He had him like this before, under more enjoyable circumstances, delighting in the honesty that played across his face-  But now- there were only gasps of pain and watery smiles.  Worry settled heavily in his chest, he’d just gotten him back, and now this-

Fresh gauze packed tight and back the bandage went.  Juno’s feverish head resting in the crock of Nureyev’s neck as he wound it tightly around.  He was given a fresh bed shirt, the largest one Nureyev had packed.  Juno was more muscular than he was, smaller in stature but broader of shoulder.  He was lucky to find anything to fit him at all.

“Okay, to bed love.” and pressed a kiss into his curls, marveling at how easy the term of endearment slipped from his lips.  “You’ve got a doctor’s appointment in the morning.” 

“I- don’ want too-” Juno whined, but placidly allowed Nureyev to maneuver him to the mattress.  He curled on his good side, laying his head in the hollow point of Nureyev’s arm.  

Nureyev found himself hoping that this time, he would stay.  

In the morning- he’d see Juno treated and that would be that.  He ran his fingers along his back in a soothing fashion and fell asleep to his lady’s gentle breath.  

 It was that same breath that woke Nureyev some odd hours later-

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This is all my ColorsxReader stuff

Keep in mind that the Colors are screwing around with each other too

If you don’t like it, don’t read it

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They hummed lightly, waving the other three Colors off. They weren't sure what the trio was planning, but they knew it would take a couple hours which was fine by them.

A shift behind them made them smile, turning to look at their captive. Hands bound behind his back, blindfold covering those beautiful amethyst colored eyes they loved so much, a nicely sized gag to muffle his sounds...

If they were quiet enough, they could hear the faint buzz of the toy they had slipped to him which was causing his subtle shifts as it rubbed oh so teasingly against his sensitive spots.

Heading back over to them, they picked up the leash that was attached to the pale violet collar around his neck and tugged lightly, forcing him to stand. "They're gone~ Think you can handle walking out of the room?" A muffled noise escaped him before he nodded, cheeks flushing.

While he wasn't quite ready to put on a show in front of the others, he did want to try the first step; being outside of their bedroom.

Their smile widened before they gently tugged again, "Come along then~" They led the way out of the room, taking pleasure at the muffled whines from the teasing he was enduring every time he moved.

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Vio arched his back with a pleasured cry as his hips rocked against the teasing thrusts. Fuck, he wanted more! He couldn't voice it, not with the gag in place, but they seemed to know anyway, gripping his hips and bucking a little harder. He fought back a sob of pleasure as they reached to stroke him firmly in time with their movements, driving him further to the edge.

He tensed as he heard the door open and tucked his head against his partner's neck, whining softly as his cheeks burned.

"Well, well... seems they're early..." They murmured in his ear. "If we're quick, we can hurry to the guest room?" They knew that this was supposed to be 'practice' after all. Vio felt a burst of warmth and affection for them but as he thought about it, he slowly shook his head and rolled his hips in a needy manner.

He didn't want to move. They chuckled softly and squeezed his hips in response, pressing a kiss to his neck.

"Well then... let's give them a proper show, hm...?"

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At first it was small bursts of warmth that made them suspicious.

It wasn't unusual for them to feel each other's feelings and whatever sensations were strong enough, but...

Usually it came from one of the three of them. Vio had a tighter cap on his connection, not because he wanted to cut them off, just sometimes he had bursts of emotion that he didn't want to overwhelm them with (boy, that was a long conversation and no one wanted to think about it.)

Red bit his lip, Green flushed and Blue crossed his arms as another burst caught their attention, this one stronger and a tinge of pleasure mixing with it. Their eyes met and it was a silent agreement that if they continued, they'd head home.

They definitely continued, stronger and more uncontrollable. Whatever Vio was doing was making him lose control of his cap. There were flashes of emotions, the strongest being love and lust, and just the briefest images crossing their minds which solidified their agreement. Time to head home.

Red's knees buckled just before they got to the door, a soft keen escaping him as his cheeks flushed deeply. He really was the most sensitive of the group, both inside their minds and out. Blue managed a quiet huff despite his own fluster and scooped him up before Green opened the door. The trio were immediately hit with warmth and they felt Vio's shock like ice just for the briefest moment.

Much to their surprise and faint disbelief however, instead of closing the connection again once he realized, it was practically thrown open, warmth, pleasure, love and desire washing over them, eagerly inviting the trio without words. Following it led them to the living room where they froze in surprise.

Whatever was expected, it sure as hell wasn't this.

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Waves of pleasure that weren't his own made Vio whine softly against his gag before he glanced at the others, shuddering. Green and Blue were in a 'fight' for dominance over each other, the growls and 'reluctant' moans sending more heat through him. He squirmed lightly on their lover's lap, whining again as they squeezed his hip in reprimand.

"Got to give them a chance to catch up...~" They teased over Red's adorable mewls of pleasure as he rocked his hips against their hand. His own arousal ached and he shifted against the binds that kept his arms behind his back again. 

A triumphant sound from Green had Vio's attention turning back to him as he had Blue pinned on his stomach, hands behind his back similar to his own. Blue growled something under his breath, but the heat in his tone and eyes told them all he was enjoying this.

It wasn't long before another wave of pleasure, this one from Blue washed over them, the other three colors shuddering in satisfaction. Red whined softly, reaching to tug on Vio's hair to gain his attention. He managed to look up just in time for his gag to be removed and replaced with something else causing a muffle groan, especially as he was shifted into a new position to keep both of them comfortable. Red glanced down at him, eyes half lidded and filled with desire. "S-Sorry... they said I could..."

As if he was going to disobey that. He did take pleasure in Red's surprised squeak as he made sure to flick his tongue teasingly against the tip. A sudden rock against him had him moaning, reminding him who was really in control with all of this

"Don't tease him too much...~" They murmured playfully, running a hand along his back causing him to shudder. "You've already done that enough today~"

It was gonna be a long night.

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Red fought back whines and whimpers from the pleasurable sensations Vio was giving him. He entangled his fingers in his hair, shuddering and rocking his hips to make the other take him deeper. Their partner chuckled softly and his cheeks flushed as he glanced at them bashfully. They smiled at him, a mischievous look in their eye as they rocked their own hips sharply causing Vio to moan and Red to gasp at the sudden vibration from the sound.

“Don’t be afraid to go a little rougher, Red… He likes it~” They assured him, running a hand along his back again causing Vio to shudder and nod the best he could in his position.

Red’s flush deepened before his ears perked at the sound of a stuttering moan. He glanced over to see Blue clearly in bliss from Green’s movements, their connection telling him that the normally gruff color was in heaven from how hard their leader’s thrusts were. 

Said leader lifted his gaze to meet Red’s and smiled playfully, the heated look in his eyes sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He squeaked loudly as Vio gave a particularly hard suck, attention snapping back to him to see both amusement and faint irritation in those deep purple eyes.

“Give him what he wants, Red~” They hummed lightly. “You won’t hurt him, I promise.”

He whined softly in response before rocking his hips in response. The waves of pleasure that weren’t just his own made him shiver and tear up before gasping as his collar was grabbed and he was pulled closer, meeting their gaze with a whimper.

“Red… let go.”

And his restraint snapped.

Vio had a moment to gasp as he pulled back before the normally timid color slammed back into his mouth. He shuddered in shock and a jolt of pleasure that intensified as their partner resumed their own movements, hard, quick and driving him crazy. He felt Red grip his hair firmly, keeping his head still and found himself getting dazed with how fast and rough he had become. Who knew he had it in him?

Even with the rough movements, Red’s needy whines and almost sobs were unchanged. It felt too good, especially when Vio finally got over his shock at the different pacing and soon matched it. His mind was dazed and he was sure he wouldn’t be able to last very long. His teary gaze met their partner’s and his heart swelled at the pleased smirk on their face.

They really needed to do this more often…~

[nice-kill-tanaka]

Hi! I read all your x readers and love them! I especially loved the Bakugou x Rough and Tough Crush, I was wondering if you do a part 2 of that one? Where the squad are trying to get the two together.

Of course Nony! Glad you liked my self indulgent work 🥰

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🌄Bakugo + Rough And Tough Crush: Part 2🌌

Looking for the whole set? Take Part 1 right here!

Summary: The Bakusquad gets a little sick of watching you and Bakugo pine after each other in your own...special ways. So, it was decided to devise a plan to get you two crazy kids together!!

A/N: Me, internally: First request, don’t mess it up, first request, don’t mess it up, first request, don’t mess it up, first request, don’t mess it up-

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💥Katsuki Bakugo💥

Let’s start by looking at your end of the pining stick

When Bakugo started treating you differently (like an equal/rival rather than a hurdle to trample on) your own perspective started to shift

You now knew what it was like to be on Boom Boom Boy’s good side. And if you were being honest? It was fun as hell 🔥🔥

Nothing got under your skin very easily, so you took Bakugo’s aggressive taunts and jeers as petty opportunities to take him up on his challenges

What’s better than a free chance to get stronger??? (Mentally, emotionally, and physically)

It wasn’t very long before you began to find Bakugo’s unwavering passion and drive attractive rather than amusing. You wanted to see more of it, to draw it out, to match it

That wild and determined smirk he used past bared teeth when you bested him would really make you feel some type of way 😳

But Y/N is currently a single-brain-celled bastard in this household

My dude, you don’t even misinterpret your feelings. You're just incapable of giving them a label 😭

You just know that you have warm and fuzzy sensations in your stomach whenever Bakugo is being uniquely himself, which you mistook for indigestion on multiple occasions

Y’all are so freaking dumb it actually hurts 😭😭😭

((^^The Bakusquad’s general consensus on you and Bakugo’s mutual pining))

Which brings us to how the Bakusquad decided to go about bringing you hotheaded lovers together

Kirishima casually suggested that they let you two get together on your own, but was out-voted in favor of putting an end to the infinite frustration that came with watching two people crushing on each other and not doing anything about it

Mina and Jiro thought of the first plan:

They’d have a movie night for everyone in the friend group and Mina would conveniently choose a ✨romance✨ movie. The rest on the squad would think of lame excuses to leave in the middle of the film, leaving only you and Bakugo alone (hopefully on the same couch). If things went well, you two would be together by the end of the movie

Their reasoning was that if the concept of romance was introduced at the right time, you’d both feel more inclined to confess your own feelings 

It seemed feasible enough, so the plan was set into motion

As expected, the moment Mina pulled out the Blue-Ray box, Bakugo started to grumble about how corny the film was gonna be

But, Jiro caught a glimpse of you leaning over and muttering something to Bakugo, out of earshot of everyone else

Immediately, Bakugo began to loosen his shoulders, still not happy about the genre, but more complacent. He slouched into the couch and endured it like an adult

During the movie, especially the more romantic moments, the squad constantly stole glances towards you and Bakugo. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to look at

Bakugo, in the same position as the beginning, didn’t seem bored, but like he’d rather be doing anything else at the moment. His eyes were glued to the screen in a judgmental stare, but that he dared not say anything to ruin a certain person’s experience

You, however, looked like you were enjoying the movie! However muted your position might have looked. Though you weren’t enjoying it cause it was good. Oh no, you looked like you wanted to ✨a s c e n d✨ into orbit with laughter every ten seconds

For the sake of letting the rest of the Bakusquad enjoy the romance aspect, you limited your actions to biting your fist whenever something hopelessly cringy happened

Any longer than the halfway point, and you would’ve broken down in a fit of hysterical laughter, roasts, and jeers at the screen

Soon enough, the rest of the group made their excuses to leave the room momentarily, disappointed with their results

But, when they came back, something beautiful had occurred 

“Why the hell is she running back to the apartment?? HE CHEATED ON YOU?? KILL ‘IM??”

“SKSKSKS- Okay, but wtf is her FACE?! Is that supposed to be distress?? Freakin’ ahegao faceass.”

Bakugo was deadpan roasting the movie with an amused smirk. While you were coming after it with the gusto of Monoma coming after 1-A, snorting with every comment Bakugo made

Neither of you had even noticed everyone else come into the room

(Apparently, you had told Bakugo earlier that you two can shit on the movie all you wanted once you were alone)

Alright...not exactly the plan. But, possibly a step in the right direction

Sero and Kaminari thought of the next “plan”

I only put quotations, because it’s hardly thought out enough to call it one

It was literally just locking you and Bakugo in a closet 🤡🤡

Don’t worry Sero and Kaminari, I’ll play Taps at your funerals 🎺🎺🎺

You and Bakugo didn’t even have a genuine conversation in the closet...You were too busy yelling various profanities at your friends

“Dude, it’s really FUCKING HOT in here. Let us out while I’m still feeling nice!!”

“I’ll murder you bastards when we get out of here!!! You better start running now.”

Btw, you both ended up making it out of there on your own

You managed to deck the doorknob hard enough to break it off, giving Bakugo enough leeway to blow the door off its hinges

Bakugo took care of Kaminari, while you caught and hogtied Sero with his own tape 

You gave each other congratulatory fist bumps afterwards 😚

Despite the rest of the Bakusquad miserably failing in their schemes, their setups did help develop you and Bakugo’s relationship. Just not as fast as they hoped

You had become a pair that could laugh and fight together. Being each other’s advocate became a source of pride for you both

You were all set to become a romantic couple 

But, what actually brings you together??

Well, it went something like this:

I’m not too sure of the exact details, but I know that you and Bakugo were having an extra intense training session

Things were starting to get a bit sloppy, as your bodies were getting tired, but your morale was just as strong as ever

It could’ve just been a freak accident, or something neither of you saw coming

But, the point is: Either of you could’ve gotten really hurt, had you not been the tough cookies you are

In your perspective, you were oblivious to the danger that you had been in. And if you did know, you didn’t particularly care. You only saw that the person you cared about most in U.A. could’ve gotten hurt

The idea of that happening, and it being your fault (or, not being able to do anything about it) really rubbed you the wrong way. You were mostly angry at yourself

But, you took it out on Bakugo

Because you were the first aggressor, Bakugo responded with what he knew best: Aggression

Yes, he was absolutely mad at himself for putting you in danger. But, what made the feeling worse, was that you refused to acknowledge that you could’ve been injured as well

Your blatant lack of self-preservation pissed him off. Why couldn’t you care about yourself the way he cared about you?!

On the outside looking in, the fighting was far too intense for any peer of yours to try and break it up

Yelling, cursing, but neither of you put your hands on each other (Like you usually did when you play fought)

Strangely enough, I think that’s how you could tell the situation was serious

Finally, your emotions had reached their climax. All caution had gone to the wind at that point

You weren’t even thinking when you yelled the next thing in Bakugo’s face

“DO YOU THINK I’D FUCKING YELL AT YOU IF YOU DIDN’T MEAN THE GODDAMN WORLD TO ME?!”

“WELL FUCK YOU IF YOU THINK THAT YOU’RE ANY LESS IMPORTANT TO ME THAN I AM TO YOU.”

At that moment, you both turned away to storm off before abruptly stopping in your tracks

“What?!” You said in unison, registering what you both had heard and said

You sighed, frustrated at your own stupidity, unclenching your fists and begrudgingly explaining your true feelings to the seething object of your affections

As you spoke, you were realizing just how whipped you were for Bakugo. And how you didn’t know it until you were given the opportunity to blurt it out with pure emotion

Your words weren’t very poetic (You actually sounded very constipated), but what you said was what you felt in its rawest form

Bakugo could hardly think of what to do next. His crush was reciprocated and they confessed first??? Wtf???

His silence made you uncomfortable, and you didn’t feel like blowing up again. You huffed, shoved your hands in your pockets, and turned to stalk away, unsure of what to do next

Before you could completely turn on your heel though, you felt yourself being roughly shoved against a nearby wall

You weren’t even given time to react, because as soon as your back made contact with the wall, a warm, caramel-scented sensation met your lips

The kiss you had just registered didn’t even last two seconds, but the lingering feeling stuck with you as your brain effectively shorted out

“Yo, wh-what was that??”

Bakugo was impossibly red, one hand still on your shoulder, keeping you in place. Even though he refused to make eye contact with you, it was clear that what he had just done was completely intentional

He scoffed, voice barely above a grumble, “Damn dumbass...you didn’t even give me a chance to respond...”

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[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one set of headcanons for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan