#its like being lightheaded at the end clears your head lol

[happywitch416]

Trying to summom enough fucks for the day. I have to call and get mine and Moose's insurance straightened out because we are set to lose it on the 31st because the mail never delivered my fuckin paperwork apparently. Landlord is coming to change the furnace filter at point between 8 and 5. Gotta bake cookies for this weekend, that thankfully I had the sense to make the dough earlier in the week. And I still haven't gotten a gift for my nephew which was sprung on us last minute* and I don't want to go near the toddler section of any fuckin store ever.

My plan for the day had been rest and game while I bake but alas. The adulting never stops. I want a fuckin refund. Like sure its better than being the kid I was but I was under the impression I'd have more fun being old!

[secretobsessionstuff]

hi hi! i hope you’re doing well & happy almost halloween! if you’re taking requests i’d love to read some sick riley :’) perhaps he gets in the shower to help him feel better but he ends up feeling really ill and pukes in the shower, madix hears the commotion and rushes in to take care of him? please remember that you are loved & you are valued!!! have a good halloween!! :)

Thank you Anon! You are a beautiful human being ❤ Happy super late Halloween lol. 

Every muscle in Riley’s body was screaming when he finally got home from class. His shoulders were knotted like a knitted blanket, and the rest of him sure felt like there was a weighted blanket draped over his back. If only his body temperature felt the same way. He would gladly have wrapped himself in a quilt if it meant that his chill would disappear. He torturously climbed the stairs and dragged himself into the bedroom where Madix was working at his desk. Madix was deep in his own work, so he gave his boyfriend a quick kiss on the head after dropping his stuff on the floor.

“You’re back already? Madix said, looking up from his textbook with confusion on his face. “Wait, what time is it?” He hastily looked around for his phone. “Well crap, I didn’t know it was so late. I haven’t prepared anything for dinner.”

“That’s okay,” Riley mumbled. He had his arms wrapped around Madix’s neck and was leaning on him heavily. Like always, he buried his face in his boyfriend’s neck and bombarded him with kisses. He may or may not have been trying to leech some of his warmth. “I’m not hungry anyway.”

With his right hand, Madix scratched the fluffy head of hair that was nuzzled into body. “Mmh, you’re warm.”

“I’m really not.” Riley released Madix from his hug so that he could wrap his arms around himself. “I’m fucking freezing.”

Once free from the hug, Madix immediately dragged Riley back to him by tugging at his shirt. “Come closer for a sec.” Before Riley could object, Madix cupped his hand under his boyfriend’s chin. Unfortunately, he wasn’t looking for another kiss. He ran his hand up to Riley’s forehead.

“Mads, I’m fine.” Riley grabbed his wrist.

“Tell your body that.”

“I’ll be sure to pass along the message.” Riley shook his head and started for the door. “Now, I’m gonna go take a hot shower.”

With his swivel chair, Madix spun himself so he could face Riley as he walked away. “Wait baby, you feel like you’ve got a temperature.”

Riley shrugged. He knew how Madix could get with stuff like this. He just wanted a goddamn shower to warm him up. “I’ve always got a temperature, that’s how humans work.”

“Ah yes,” Madix replied, “but yours feels alarmingly higher than normal.”

“Bye, Madix,” Riley said with a wink.

“Wait –”

“Love you.”

And Riley walked out of the room, but as he did, he felt a little lightheaded. Oh well, it’s nothing that a nice shower couldn’t fix. The decision to skip dinner seemed like a pretty good one, he thought, as he turned the water on to heat it up. His stomach was swirling beneath his palm, but that wasn’t his main focus. His main focus was to stop the chattering of his teeth before he cracked them. Taking off his clothes caused even more goosebumps to rise on his skin, which he tried to ignore as the water took its sweet time to heat up.

Once the hot water hit him, Riley melted into a pool of relief. Madix’s worry was probably justified given how achy Riley felt, but he was content to let the water wash away his soreness. He stood under the running water, not even washing his body, until his skin turned pink. Whenever he took hot showers, the colours of the world seemed dim and his vision seemed to blur. Closing his eyes was better but even then, he felt himself sway. A few times, he needed to reach out his hand towards the wall to keep from falling.

As expected, the shower did wonders to help with how cold he was, but now he never wanted to leave. Also, the shower was regrettably not doing anything to help with the churning of his stomach. It was after a wet belch that Riley thought maybe he was sicker than he thought. The burp rolled up his throat and left him with nausea so intense that he braced himself against the wall.

A sick gurgle emanated from his belly, which he could see was bloated. He put his palm flat against his stomach and felt it ripple under his hand. With his hand still on his midriff, his body shook suddenly as a retch tore up his throat. He felt his belly heave, causing him to double over.

As a surge of vomit came rushing up his mouth, he extended his arm to keep himself from slipping, but managed only in knocking a bunch of shampoo bottles onto the floor. A cacophony of noises echoed around the bathroom as the bottles clattered at his feet and a wave of sick splattered against the bottom of the tub.

That’s when Madix started knocking on the bathroom door. Well actually the knocking was more of a quick courtesy before barging in. “Ry, what was that sound? Are you okay?”

Riley wanted to answer but he was still in the process of emptying his stomach. He belched and a thick wave of puke fell from his lips.

“Oh boy, gotcha,” Madix said as he did a little jump on his toes. Without thinking too much about what he was doing, he pushed aside the shower curtain and got in. He was only thinking about the terrible sounds his boyfriend made with each heave, not the fact that he was fully clothed.

“Madix what’re –” Riley began but a gag cut him off. This time he was in no danger of slipping because Madix held onto him. He doubled forward and watched as another gush of puke spiraled down the drain. He wanted to speak but his stomach had other ideas.

And man, could Madix feel the boy’s stomach at work. With his hand on Riley’s belly, he felt it spasm and lurch. “I’ve got you. You’re okay, don’t worry about me.”

Even between bouts, how could Riley not worry about Madix? He was getting soaked, not to mention probably splashed with stomach contents. And it was all in the name of love. How romantic.

After a couple smaller waves, Riley finally had the chance to catch his breath. He first turned off the shower and then turned to face his dripping boyfriend.

Both boys stood there shivering. Oddly, Madix wore a faint smirk. A sick Riley was no laughing matter, but he couldn’t help the grin from appearing on his face.

“You’re insane,” Riley said with water droplets hanging off the ends of his hair.

Madix looked down at his drenched clothing. “It would seem that way, wouldn’t it?”

Riley coughed and cleared his throat excessively. Turning away from Madix, he spat onto the floor of the tub. Still shivering and still wobbly.

“Alright, let’s get you dried off,” Madix said as he helped his boyfriend out of the shower. “Apparently the fever wasn’t what I should have been worried about.” He grabbed two towels and began drying Riley’s skin – his burning skin, Madix couldn’t help but notice. “Still, I wish you wouldn’t have taken such a hot shower.”

“I’m sorry,” Riley stuttered out through chattering teeth. “I should have listened to my body.”

“Really? Just your body?” Madix asked as he took off his shirt. It stuck to his torso, making it difficult to undress. “There’s no one else who maybe expressed concern?”

Riley hoped that was a rhetorical question because he didn’t have much energy to come up with a clever reply. Of course, he could have given the correct answer, but they both knew it already. Instead, he settled on a more pressing matter. “I’m a little dizzy.”

“Why don’t you sit down.” Madix said, suddenly looking much more serious as he watched Riley’s eyes come in and out of focus. “How’s your stomach feeling?”

“Bad”

“Okay yeah, then you sit by the toilet and I’ll get us both clothes.”

Shirtless and now cold himself, Madix left his boyfriend on the floor for a few minutes while he changed into dry clothes. He cam back soon enough with plaid pajama pants and an old shirt for Riley. Upon return, he found his boyfriend shivering like a madman with his mouth hovering over the toilet bowl. The towel slipped form his shoulders while he burped up a thin stream of bile.

“Oh baby,” Madix cooed as he joined his boyfriend on the floor. “I’m sorry you feel so sick.”

“I’m cold.” Great! He was back where he started: Freezing. Only this time he was substantially more miserable.

Madix rubbed a light hand over Riley’s back. “When you get the chance, I brought you cozy pjs.”

“And a blanket?”

“I tell you what,” Madix began, “when your stomach settles, I’ll get you all set up in bed with a bucket. Does that sound good?”

Like a child swaddled in a towel (feel free to imagine one with animal ears on the hood) Riley nodded shyly, and sniffled.

[starlight-writes-stuff]

‘light me up’ chapter four : blackout

a/n : hey , sorry this took forever lol . i’m working on a couple requests at the same time , and just trying to juggle everything (: this chapter is a little bit shorter than the past few (3.3k) but i promise the next two are hot fire . stick with me , okay ? xoxoxoxoxo , starlight <3

tw : panic attack , fainting

reblogs are always appreciated !

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You could feel Draco’s eyes following you all the way up the stairs, through the heavy oak door that led to your room. If looks could kill, you’d be dead and gone by now- there was a certain heat, a certain intensity behind Draco’s stare that seemed to cut right through you. Before you opened the door to your bedroom, you took a moment to prepare yourself for the onslaught of questions you were sure to receive.

You weren't prepared for the exact opposite: complete and suffocating silence. Rose didn’t even meet your eyes as you walked into the room, laying your bag down on the nearest surface, and Belle just looked you over, forcing a smile. 

“I thought you were doing homework, Y/N? Are you already finished?”

The sadness and disappointment were evident in Belle’s voice and seemed to tear right through you as you took a seat on your trunk.  You felt trapped- an unstoppable force against an immovable object. It seemed like the most perfect, painful paradox, and you knew that there was no getting out of this.

“Yeah.”

Belle scrunched her face, then broke eye contact. Neither of your friends could even look at you, and all you could say was ‘yeah.’ you felt wave after wave of disappointment and self-hatred roll over your shoulders, slowly crushing you. Dimly, you wondered what you looked like on the outside- could anyone see you falling into a spiral? Was it obvious, what was going on in your head? Or did you just look normal, plain as ever?

“Draco came to talk to me.”

Belle’s movements paused briefly; neither of your friends were used to his name being brought up in conversation. Draco wasn’t someone that seemed to revolve in the same universe as you guys, much less the same friends. She quickly resumed packing her bag, still not looking at you. Her voice was even and measured when she spoke again.

“How did that go?” You wanted to scream. The entire conversation felt so false, so forced, and you knew it was your fault. Before you had time to think about it, you stood up from your trunk and walked over to Rose. she was laying on her bed, reading, and didn’t bother to look up at you.

“Are you really gonna do this?”

Silence.

“Fine. You guys want to know what’s wrong? I’ll tell you.” you exclaimed, the words shooting from your mouth, each one coated in your spiteful, impulsive poison. “Everyone, everyone in my life leaves, okay? They get to know me, they decide that i’m too much to handle, or they don't like what they see, or whatever, and they run. Cedric promised me he would stay. He promised me,” you said, voice breaking, “that he wasn’t going to run.” to your horror you felt something wet start a trail for many down your cheek. Tears rolled from your eyes like raindrops from dark clouds, and you fell apart. 

Every wall you’d ever built seemed to deteriorate in an instant, crumbling down and smothering you. You felt every part of your body be pulverized by the force of each hateful, vicious brick, every bit of blistering mortar. The violence splintered your bones and ripped your muscles at the seams. It was as if all of your nerve endings were being electrocuted, a car battery having its merry way with all the electric signals pulsing throughout your body. You couldn’t breathe- it was as if your throat was pinned shut, cruel staples cutting you off from sweet oxygen you felt your lungs decay, the pink muscle going black with the lack of the vital substance. Your emotions seemed to overtake you, never sparing you the chance for one final breath before they wrenched you down, down, down to the depths of your psyche before drowning you forever. 

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The first thing you noticed after regaining consciousness was the sun. Something luminous and harsh was poking at your eyelids, lighting your skin with a yellowish glow. You squeezed your eyes shut before trying to blink yourself awake, realizing that the sun had been the mysterious glow. You then noticed that you weren’t in your bed, or your clothes. 

This woke you up quickly. After a short investigation of your surroundings, you quickly deduced that you were in the infirmary. Belle and Rose were in beds on either side of you, both girls sitting up in some way. They were angled toward you, and each had various medical supplies: a rag, a mostly melted bag of ice, some sort of vial of pure ginger extract. Your body immediately humbled you as you tried to sit up, a skull splitting pain searing throughout your brain. You slumped back, moaning in pain.

Both of your friends woke up instantly at the noise, scrambling off of their cots and over to you. “Oh thank Merlin-”

“Get madam Pomf-”

“I'm just so glad you're okay i-”

“Jesus, Y/N, you scared us-”

“I promise i will never not talk you you again-”

A groan escaped your lips, all the noise too much for you to take in at once. Belle and Rose lowered their voices, their concern coming out in soft coos and scared murmurs. The pair seemed to have worked all the concern out of their systems, and were now assessing their next move. Belle set off to find Madam Pomfrey while Rose stayed behind, picking up one of your hands.

“What happened?”

Rose looked at you with an untraceable expression- you couldn’t read her for the first time ever. “We don’t know. It was like… you just- left. You were talking and then you started breathing like, really fast. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you were just… gone. We’ve been here all night. Madam Pomfrey said you had some sort of panic attack.”

“Merlin,” you whispered, swearing under your breath. You’d had panic attacks before, but never this severe. It had manifested physically; this was the first time it hadn’t been all in your head. You took a brief moment to collect yourself, processing the information that Rose had shared. You didn't know what you were supposed to do, or say, or anything really.

“Did someone catch me?”

Rose pulled a face, and your head throbbed. Propping yourself up on elbows, you brushed a hand over the back of your skull. You recoiled as you made contact with a massive bump on the back of your head. With more gentle fingers you inspected the egg sized lump that had taken up residence on your skull. 

“It was really fast- we didn’t have time to react. Belle immediately started screaming. She thought you died. Her screams were loud enough to alert the common room- someone had already run halfway to Madam Pomfrey’s before we woke you back up. Do you remember?”

“What?” The last thing you remembered was coming up to bed after talking to Draco. 

“Yeah. we woke you up after you’d passed out- only for a minute, really. You were panicked; you thought that you were drowning. You kept telling Belle and I that you couldn’t breathe, that you were sinking. Madam Pomfrey gave you something to knock you back out. You’ve been sleeping since then.”

You brought your hands back down into your lap, trying to lay back down. The bump had become more apparent now that you were fully awake; it radiated a dull, throbbing pain throughout your whole body. You looked up at Rose, who seemed to be searching your face for something. 

“Are you okay?”

Rose scoffed, but the tears in her eyes seemed to betray her hard exterior. She wiped harshly at the droplets, leaving angry red smears on her cheeks. “Maybe. I don't know. For a split second- you know-” she stuttered, trying to find the words. “I thought that you died or something. Like, you were having a heart attack, and you died with me ignoring you. I was really scared.” 

You blinked, taking a big breath in. “i’m sorry.”

This caught Rose off guard. You were rarely the first to apologize- your stubborn nature was one of your biggest struggles. It was also why you were so good at ignoring your emotions; until now, apparently. Right as she started to respond Belle came rushing in, Madam Pomfrey in hand. 

“See, she’s awake,” Belle painted, out of breath. She must’ve sprinted all the way to the healers quarters.

You offered a weak wave to Madam Pomfrey. “Alright, Y/N?”

“Alright. Sore, but alright.”

“Gonna be sore for a while- you knocked ‘rself pretty good. How’s your memory?” she asked, starting concussion protocol. You’d sat through many of these with Cedric.

“Not bad. I don’t remember anything past going up to bed, but everything before that.”

“What day of the week is it?”

You faltered for a second, but recovered quickly. “Sunday.”

“And what house ‘re you in?”

“Slytherin.” 

“Middle name?”

“Y/M/N. I’m fine, I promise. Just a little banged up.”

“What’s the date?”

“It's October 29th. I’m okay, really,” you explained, gritting your teeth against the agony that came with sitting up. Once you were upright, you grabbed for the glass of water that sat by your cot, untouched. You drank the whole thing in three sips, pouring more from the pitcher as you met Madam Pomfrey’s eyes. “Do you know what happened to me?”

“It seems as if you worked yourself into a bit of a situation, love. Do you have panic attacks often?”

“Yes.” you tried not to react to the face’s Rose and Belle made; they were hurt. You hadn’t told them that.

“Faint usually?”

“No. Never. I don't know why this time was any different,” you answered honestly. You were usually able to get yourself through your panic attacks with minimal effort- you’d been dealing with this for years. It was just something you were used to by now. 

Madam Pomfey hummed as she thought, turning to rummage through some shelves. She returned with a clear, unmarked bottle, corked with what looked like a cinnamon stick. The liquid inside was clear and thin, just like water. “What is this?”

“To help with the faintness, the lightheaded feeling. Got something going for your goose egg. I’ll be back with that in a bit. Alright?” she asked again, clearly concerned. 

“Fine, no worries.”

Madam Pomfrey looked to Rose, making steely eye contact. “You make sure she drinks that. Gonna get real busy here in about 20 minutes- all the quidditch players ’ll be comin’ in. want her out of here before that- too loud for a head injury. Understand?” 

Looking slightly intimidated and yet determined, Rose nodded her head. As Madam Pomfrey exited your two friends looked to each other, then down at you in sync. 

“How are you, really?” Belle asked, picking up one of your hands to hold. “Thought we lost you there for a minute.”

“I’m okay, really. This has never happened before. Freak accident, or something,” you explained, trying not to cringe at the ache rippling through your body. You drank another cup of water as both girls were silent. What do you say in a situation like this, though?

“Why didn’t you tell us it’s been getting bad again?” Belle asked, voice breaking and weak.

“I’m sorry.” 

Rose squeezed your shoulder, drawing you attention off of Belle and her misty eyes. “I mean this from a place of love: `I’m sorry’ isn't enough anymore, Y/N. You can’t do this stuff to yourself- I won’t let you.”

Again; unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

But this time the object is fractured and frail and too drained to fight back. Not so immovable anymore. 

“I didn’t think it was this bad; usually I can tell. I guess I locked myself too far down. I can’t- couldn’t- really feel anything. Blocked it all out, I think.”

“Why?”

You thought about this for a moment. Why really was the question. Why had you shut yourself down so far? Why had you let it get so bad? Why had everything gotten so bad so fast? Why had you passed out?

“I don't know. I mean- a lot has been happening, I guess. And for me… well, for me it’s better to feel nothing than to feel hurt, you know?”

Belle sniffled, and Rose murmured something to the sensitive girl under her breath. Belle nodded, and turned around. You watched your best friend’s slumped over form exit the room, the noise of her cries softening the further away she got. 

“Do you remember what you were telling me before? I mean, before you passed out?”

You thought about this for a second- you remembered a tense, very strained exchange with Belle and Rose, but you couldn’t recall what it was over. Then, everything was blurry, all muffled and underwater. You did your best to sort through the memories, and landed on one of Draco Malfoy. It came back to you, how you’d left the blonde boy sitting there with no explanation after coming off rather cold. You tried to process this, a grimace building on your face. 

“I remember sitting in the common room, talking to Draco. But everything is murky after that. Why?”

Rose’s face cycled through a multitude of expressions before relaxing back to something neutral again. “Why were you talking to Malfoy?”

“He came over to me.”

Rose swore under her breath, putting a hand on your shoulder as she made eye contact. “You can’t tell Belle I told you this- she doesn’t think you should know, but… anyway. When you fainted, Belle panicked, right? And Draco was the first to respond. From what she told me, he heard your name and the words ‘passed out’ and broke into a dead sprint to the infirmary. He came by to visit you early this morning- he seemed concerned.”

Your stomach tied itself into knot after knot, coiling in on itself. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do with this information. Why had Draco come to check on you? Why did he care?

“Oh.”

“Yeah. That's off topic, though. You don't remember what we were talking about?” Rose asked, looking earnest. You knew that you were missing a key piece of the puzzle, but you couldn’t seem to find it. You shook your head at the dark haired girl, the action sending pain reverberating through your body. Rose stilled, her body looking as if it were about to snap like a tensed rubberband. You could tell that she was having some sort of internal debate, but you couldn’t bring yourself to figure out what she was thinking. Everything hurt too bad. You wanted to go back to sleep.

You pulled the small vial from Rose’s fingers, uncorking the bottle and tossing the liquid back into your throat. You coughed and sputtered, eyes welling from the fire that seemed to be coursing its way down the back of your pharynx- you felt like you were choking for the second time in 24 hours. It was not a pleasant feeling.

Rose rushed to pour another cup of water, tipping your chin up and holding the cup to your lips. You drank it down as if you were dying, the cool liquid extinguishing the flames licking your insides. 

“What is that?

Before Rose could answer, Madam Pomfrey came trotting back in, holding a lavender-colored compress. It seemed to be glowing from the inside, and emitted a sweet scent of some sort of herb that you couldn’t put your finger on. 

“Right then Y/N, put this on your head.”

You didn’t bother to ask what it was, seeking any sort of relief from the agony that was working its way up and down your spine. Taking the compress from Madam Pomfrey, you placed the icy cold cloth on the bump that had formed. A moan of pleasure escaped your lips as the pain seemed to be leached from your skull- it was as if it had never been there in the first place. “Wow. What is this?”

“Old recipe. Pulls the pain right out, doesn’t it? Feeling okay?”

You went to lift your hand to give the wrinkled woman a thumbs up, but your arms felt like rubber. You began to worry when you tried to push yourself up onto elbows, but couldn’t get your limbs to behave.

Madam Pomfrey sucked a breath in through her teeth. “Right- that’s a normal side effect. Weakness. Should be gone within the day. If not, come and see me again.”

You sputtered, beginning to fight back; why hadn’t she explained this to you before you’d drained the pain from your head? You began to think that you’d rather have the skull splitting ache back, but there was no way you were going back to that. The complaint died in the back of your throat as you heard a rumble approaching the infirmary.

“Oh dear, the game must’ve finished. Y/N, how's the head?”

You rolled your neck from side to side, letting it fall back against the pillow. There was a dull sort of throb, but significantly less pain than before. “Alright, I think.”

Madam Pomfrey gave you a satisfied sort of nod, then tuned to Rose. “feel okay about getting her out of here? Probably going to need to be monitored for the next few hours.”

Rose blinked, her eyebrows starting to furrow. She opened her mouth, ready to say something but before she could do so the doors to the infirmary cracked open. Quidditch players in various stages of dishevelment poured in, each calling out for Madam Pomfrey’s assistance. 

And there he was.

Draco was bleeding from his lip, a stream of the crimson liquid making its way down his chin. This somehow made him look even better- you took a moment to evaluate why you were even more attracted to him now- then broke your stare, looking at Rose. “Can we go?”

“How am I supposed to get you out of here?” she asked in a harsh whisper, glaring at someone. You didn’t have to turn your head to figure out who.

“Y/N,” Draco breathed, his voice filled with concern. “You’re up. Are you okay?”

You widen your eyes at Rose, a signal. She gave you a barely perceptible nod, then you turned to give Draco a tight smile. “Hey, Malfoy. I’m fine, really.”

“What happened? You weren’t even upstairs for 10 minutes before Belle-”

“I hate to interrupt, but I really need to get Y/N up to bed. She’s on bedrest for today, so we should probably go.” Rose’s voice was unyielding and left no room for Draco to talk back. He scoured your face for some sort of answer, but couldn’t find anything in your blank expression. Finally, Draco put a hand on your arm, squeezing the completely numb limb. 

“Yeah, okay. Hey, we won,” he said, a warm smile painting Draco’s lips. Your heart fluttered, jumping up into your throat as Draco’s voice dropped lower. “Drove them into the ground.”

You were disgusted by how soft your voice came out, answering the blonde boy. “Shame I couldn’t see it.”

Before the two of you could continue whatever you were doing, Rose cleared her throat. “Y/N,” she spoke, her voice hard. “We need to go. How are we leaving?”

You turned to Rose, simultaneously grateful and angry with her for ending the gentle exchange you and Draco had been sharing. “I don't know. What did Madam Pomfrey say?”

Rose squabble with the answer, biting the inside of her cheek. She seemed to realize that there was no workaround for the situation- she couldn’t lift you, and the last time she’d done a levitation spell a pillow had exploded mid-air in your shared room. 

“Draco, can you lift her?”

Balls. 

[blazefire-engine]

Smelling Salts

Based on the consumable item that cures confusion.

Official description: A stimulating sports drink that takes on curative properties by way of Noctis's powers. Cures confusion.

AN: So the dialogue between the Chocobros was so funny when they were against Killer Wasps and it would cause status confusion. Also this is kinda a parallel to my Maiden's Kiss fic.

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With a grunt, Noctis threw his blade to the sky, warp-striking a soaring Killer Wasp and spilling its guts. "Aaaand, that's disgusting."

"These things sure are persistent." Lightning remarked coolly and targeted the flying enemies seamlessly.

"Ew, ew, ewwww." Prompto cried as he bombarded a wasp with bullets, an opposite demeanor from Lightning's calmness. The wasp was already dead on the ground but he still kept shooting.

"Quite the overkill." Ignis added as he casted a blizzaga.

"Prompto!" Gladiolus shouted from across the terrain. "Stop bitching, start killing!"

The blonde gunsman whined. "I hate bugs."

"Me too." The Prince grimaced as he observed the gooey substance on his engine blade. "Icky."

Distracted by inspecting his weapon, Lightning warped on his unguarded six o-clock. "Noct, watch out!"

"Gas attack!" Ignis shouted, immediately ducking his nose and mouth to the crook of his elbow. "Don't breathe it in!"

However, Lightning took the brunt of the attack. As she instinctively inhaled, the rancid green gas infiltrated her nostrils and mouth. A burning, toxic sensation traveled to her lungs that made her feel very lightheaded and disoriented.

"Lightning!" Noctis coughed out as he turned and saw her drop to one knee. He went to her side as the others finished off the last of the wasps.

From her perspective, her vision was sporadic and there was a dull ringing in her ears. She felt her body being shifted to lay on her back. As she stared, she met Noctis' face - or two or three.

His black hair looked fluffy and soft. She lifted her hand, trying to touch it but failed the task.

"Light." Noctis murmured and looked down in concern. He brushed some hair away from her face. "You okay?"

Ignis came to their side, observing her hazy blue eyes. "She's a touch confused."

She continued to stare at Noctic, trying to focus so the images could remain in one spot, but he seemed to appear everywhere. So many Noctises, if only she could catch one.

"You're so sexy." She breathed, her hand finally catching a Noctis by the hair. So soft.

"Wha-" The Prince in her possession yelped, his face heating up. While Prompto stared at her, mouth open like a fish out of water.

"Looks like she lost her marbles." Gladio voiced out.

"Can you try to stand?" The advisor asked, gently holding onto her other arm.

The Glaive tried, but felt that her thoughts and actions were not coordinating with her legs. "Dizzy." She admitted, plopping back into Noctis' arms. "Sorry."

Lightning closed her eyes, hoping the spinning would go away. Her other senses heightened, especially her smell…

"You smell nice." She murmured, snuggling closer. "Musky. Manly."

Noctis felt the tips of his ears go hot and a sweat break on his back.

"I think she finally snapped!" Prompto exclaimed, almost aghast.

The Prince cleared his throat. "As much as I'd like to hear her compliments, this has me pretty worried." Although, he can't help but feel his ego somewhat inflate.

"Aha." With a snap of his fingers, Ignis rummaged through their pack and brought out what he was looking for. "Smelling salts. It should do the trick." He eyed the laying Glaive, who seems to be too comfortable. "She needs to be awake for the cure to work."

"Right. Thanks, Iggy." Noctis took the bottle. He turned to the woman in his arms, shaking her a bit. "Don't fall asleep, Light."

With a small grunt, she opened her eyes, looking a bit better, but still disoriented. "Your eyes. Pretty blue." She blurted in awe. "Like the ocean. I like them."

He couldn't help but chuckle. Lightning was pretty adorable. "Glad you think so. I like your eyes too." He opened the bottle and held it by her nose. "Now, breathe it in."

She obeyed, taking a deep breath. A strong, spicy aroma filling her lungs and head, followed by a soothing and almost minty, nose-clearing sensation. A complete opposite from the gas she had inhaled moments ago.

"Ugh." Lightning groaned, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. After a few moments to collect herself, she opened her eyes to see four other pairs stare intently into hers.

"Hey." She responded with less infatuation and enthusiasm.

The four of them all gave a sigh of relief - a reaction that confused the Glaive, what could have possibly happened to elicit such a reaction?

Though they all knew, the statements that Lightning said must be based on some sort of truth.

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AN: This is it. This is the closest thing we'll get to seeing Lightning high. LOL I had a hard time ending it. I think it would just be best for Lightning to not know what she did. Poor Noctis though HAHAHA. Also the Chocobros legit worried she lost her shit.

Those confessions, Lightning… everyone knows babe ;D

[audiopilot]

Snippet: Remanence Chapter 6

This chapter was hard because it culminates in the scene I initially planned for when starting this fic, but it’s been a long time since I started writing it, and I’ve begun to doubt whether it’s a good idea or not. Idk how many people who read this series enjoy the horror elements over the smut. Especially since there hasn’t been that much of the latter in Remanence lol. It is a scene I will need to add another tag for and definitely comes from my love of body horror. 

So while I am not entirely confident on this chapter’s quality, which is why I’ve sat on it for awhile, I plan to post it within the week barring nothing major coming up. Below is the beginning of the chapter as a preview!

No one spoke.

The tension between the three of them stretched out into the very forest around them, like it was watching their passing with anticipation. There wasn't a hint of the thick fog that marked where the divided spaces met, the space beyond the trees obscured by darkness. The dry crush of dead leaves under Laurie and Ace's feet was too loud, but Jake resisted telling them to walk more carefully. It wouldn't make a difference, Jake had no doubts about the entity being aware of them. It had made a point to lead him out of the fog and here he was, running right back to it with other people in tow.

It stirred up a strange feeling. If anything went wrong, it would be his fault. The sense of responsibility left him uneasy, reminded him of things he wanted to forget.

Every step wound his shoulders tighter together. He inspected the crowded branches above for a sign, a flash of black feathers or burning embers.

From the beginning, Jake had never feared these woods in the same way as the rest of the survivors. Compared to a trial, their emptiness had been reassuring. Exploring it had been the closest thing to his life before the entity. He sought out its borders in the dim hope of some way out. He had crossed into them from the forest he knew; surely the path back existed. Eventually that thought grew smaller and smaller as he lost track of how many trials the entity put him through. When Nea arrived, it had turned into a habit and easy excuse to get away from the crowded campfire.

He had never stopped thinking of it as familiar.

Everything he'd learned about survival had no purpose here. There was no point in knowing how to search for water or hunt for food when those needs no longer remained. There was no oncoming winter to prepare for, no need to fix what the elements weathered down. Why did it matter that he could light a fire, when the campfire burned without ever consuming a thing? Their existence was guaranteed whether they wanted it to be or not. Survival had become about something else.

In all the times he had wandered these woods, how close had he been to danger without realizing it?

The thought was undercut by Ace tripping over a tree root with a soft curse. Laurie whipped around at the sudden commotion, hand over her pocket. 

Ace waved his hand at them, lips tugging up at the corners as he flipped it up to make their "all okay" signal. Apparently he'd been putting more of an effort into learning them.

Laurie didn't relax as they continued, hand close to where she obviously had something sharp hidden. She continually scanned around them. In contrast, Ace hadn't stopped smiling, arms swinging a little at his sides. His previous solemnity had evaporated, and he paid more attention to the ground than the surrounding woods.

Too confident, Jake thought, but that seemed to be Ace's state of being.

Jake stared into the trees ahead without really seeing them. There was no "path," no clear signs of his earlier passing. It was his sense of the bond that he followed. In and out it went, like a faint scent that refused to reveal its origin. There was no clear impression of Myers on the other end.  

He licked his sensitive lips, the corners of his jaw still stiff. It had to have been less than a half-hour since he'd been on his knees, quick to give into need like he was back in high school again. He did his best to ignore the uncomfortable, sticky aftermath underneath his clothes. While he'd cleaned himself the best he could, it wasn't the same as actually rinsing off in a shower. Even standing under the freezing water of his old, makeshift one would have been preferable, especially the longer they walked.

Nothing changed. It hadn't taken him this long to arrive back a the campfire, and Jake's doubts increased as Ace kept pausing to comb through the grass until his hands were full of items. Compared to when Jake and Meg looked for things, Ace was practically tripping over supplies, but having to stop for him to catch up was quickly growing old. 

After Ace yet again made a soft exclamation and split off, Laurie demanded, "Will you stop?"

"What's the hurry? Look at what I'm finding!"

"Do you have to do it now?"

"See this beauty." Ace showed off the last thing he'd picked up. It was a syringe. Within the glass barrel, a brightly colored substance sloshed and bubbled.

"What is that for?" she asked.

Ace looked back at it before shrugging and Laurie scoffed.

"It instantly heals you, even when you're dying."

Both survivors jumped at Jake's interjection, like they hadn't realized he was right there and had ears.

"Useful," Laurie observed and Ace nodded with a grin.

"Only in a trial," Jake said, picking a slim gap between two trees to keep going. He had to duck slightly to avoid brushing against their low branches. "Which this isn't."

They both followed without further comment. Right when Jake began to think the entity was blocking them from ever finding it, the forest began to thin and the darkness lighten. 

Slowing, the survivors grouped closer together. Jake raised his hand in the signal for them to stop when the fog completely overtook the forest and enveloped them. Jake looked around. He had been able to spot the campfire last time, but the fog was all-encompassing, not a hint left behind of the clearing or woods. If he took a few more steps it seemed like he would lose sight of even Laurie and Ace.

"Is this it?" asked Ace as Laurie pulled out her broken piece of glass. Something about it struck Jake as odd, but he couldn't figure out what. Like he'd forgotten something important. Distracted by the jagged edge in her hand, Jake's response died in his throat when he saw a dark shape force the fog to part.

Someone approached.

Jake instinctively grasped at the bond, but it slipped away. 

The raw sounds of her breathing betrayed her identity before she drifted fully into view. Ace fumbled with his load of items, dropping half of them to scatter everywhere. A battery bounced past Jake and rolled underneath the nurse's limp feet. Her head lolled as she took in all three survivors. Closer to her than Laurie or Ace, Jake didn't dare look away as he started to walk backwards.

She teleported without warning, a blast of displaced hair hitting Jake as she appeared over him. She swung her bonesaw down over his head and Jake tried to avoid it. It ripped into his arm, past his sleeves and biting into skin. Jake bounced into something, blocking his escape. Jake clutched at his stinging forearm, seeing nothing there. Without realizing it, he must have crossed the barrier and it was back to being impassable. The timing couldn't have been worse.

He thought he heard Ace say something about an oven, which didn't make any sense. When he checked on them, Jake was puzzled to see Laurie kicking at thin air. She was too far away from the barrier, based on where he stood, so why...?

The sound of bells. He twisted to keep everyone in sight even while the air distorted and burned next to him. He hadn't bumped against the barrier at all.

White eyes aglow in his stern face, the wraith fully materialized.

Jake was trapped between both killers.

The wraith growled, reaching for him, and Jake ran. He was too slow, the wraith catching him by the back of his jacket. Wrenched upwards, his feet were left kicking the air and his collar pulled taut around his throat. Jake managed to grab overhead at the wraith's hand. His fingers slipped across a thin wrist, the metal bracelets covering it parting until he accidentally touched the wraith's cold skin. The butchered, human skull at the end of his demented weapon filled Jake's vision. 

"Corrupt filth," the wraith spoke, deep voice hollow and raising every hair on Jake's body, "Transgress no further."

Then Jake was suddenly hitting the ground, something giving in where it shouldn't have with a dull pop that he both felt and heard. Hands pulled at him, yanking on his shoulder and Jake panted through the blazing flare of pain. 

"D-don't," Jake gasped. Ace frowned down at him. "My arm."

Ace's face went understanding when he saw the way it dangled. Jake couldn't move it and used his working arm to hold onto Ace and pull himself into a sitting position.

The wraith had thrown him onto the survivor side of the barrier. Laurie positioned herself between them, brandishing her glass shard, but neither killer attempted to cross. The nurse floated until she was beside the wraith, the small lights around her left hand spinning fast.

"Is he okay?" Laurie asked. 

"Could be worse," noted Ace. Despite the nonchalant words, there was a fine tremor coming from the hand resting on Jake's back. Ace was shaking. "Shoulder's dislocated. You positive this syringe won't help?" 

"I'm sure," Jake said. It would be a waste. "I can make it."

He failed his attempt to stand before he even started, too lightheaded as the muscles all along his shoulder felt stretched beyond their limit. All he could smell was Ace. Despite the pain and the danger only an invisible wall away, he was uncomfortably aware of Ace's scent, gone sour with fear though Ace hadn't stopped smiling. He didn't want to think about what Ace could scent off him in return.

Ace didn't mention it as he murmured, "Come on, kid, let's get you on your feet."

With his support, Jake was able to get upright. But the more helpful the man was about it, the more Jake's stomach rolled hot. He'd been caught entirely off guard, relied too much on the bond while distracted by his own thoughts when he should have been ready to encounter trouble. 

Myers' attention suddenly crawled over him, touched him from head to toe. His shoulder throbbed when a phantom touch swept over it.

Stop it, Jake thought.

"What is that?" said Ace, stiffening beside him and Jake glanced over in surprise. Had he noticed the bond somehow?

"Michael," Laurie said the name like a curse and he realized both betas were staring out into the fog.

Myers stood behind the wraith and nurse.

[lamentalia]

Amelia - Chapter 5 - Part 1

(Thank you @flamaflavio for the Italian help! :D If I somehow messed it up in copy-pasting and clipping the beginning and ending off, please let me know... lol) ★

Consciousness returns to Amelia slowly. She is achy and heavy and shrouded in something soft and warm. Something cool brushes her face and it spurs a memory from long ago of a time when Mama was still alive; when she would sit by Amelia and Mattie’s bed while they were sick.

Amelia misses hearing her voice so much, it hurts.

An unfamiliar, floral smell pulls her out of her reverie and she opens her eyes to find a kind looking face smiling down at her.

“Ah, she is awake!”

Amelia blinks up at the unfamiliar face and, she can’t help but notice, the very large bust beside her. She stares, at a total loss for how to react. Aside from her mother, she’s never met another molly cat before. Her hair is short and pale and her ears are small and roundish, covered in long, white fur, that is not unlike Amelia’s.

“Tell me dear, how do you feel?” the cat asks in an unfamiliar, lilting accent, as she fussily adjusts and smooths Amelia’s covers. Which leads Amelia to her next discovery: she is in a bed. In a room? With… Oh! A window! The interior of the room is constructed primarily from wood but the window-side wall appears to be of the same Two-Cane’s stone that her house is made of. Finally, she can see that there is a third cat in the room standing behind the first and its another female cat with a sharp gaze. Her hair is much longer but her coloring is quite similar to the smiling cat’s. Amelia feels uncharacteristically shy in their presence.

“Oh, of course! You must be confused.” The kindly molly continues easily when Amelia fails to answer. “My name is Yekaterina and this is my sister, Natayla. We take care of you since you arrived. You were in such terrible condition!”

“I have been making sure you are safe, Katyusha.” Natalya says as though offended that her intentions have been misconstrued as kindness.

“Do not be silly, Natasha, we are all safe here.” Says, er, Katyusha? Natalya’s (Natasha’s?) expression goes slightly flat at her sister’s assurance. Her ears, which had been held back up to this point, flicker in annoyance as the tension she’d created melts away slightly. Apparently her meaning hadn’t been understood. Amelia chooses to let it go, too, as she’s a little too spacey to be buying needless fights right now. The kind-faced cat picks up a cup of water from a side table and offers it to Amelia, who sits up and takes it gratefully, downing it in one go.

“Thanks,” Amelia says after catching most of her breath. “… Yekata— um..”

“Oh, call me Katya, dear. Here everyone does.”

“Thank you, Katya…” And because she feels awkward without addressing the other cat in the room, even if she’s not here to be friendly, Amelia says, “Thank you, Natalya.”

Natalya looks away disinterestedly but Katya smiles.

“I’m Amelia. Um… Where am I?”

“Amelia. It is nice to meet you.” Katya says warmly. “We call this place ‘Sanctuary.’ It is very safe place, hiding south of Ransen. Tell me, how did you come to be in river?”

Amelia’s memory is such a haze right now, she can hardly make sense of anything. River? Did something like that happen? Why in the world is she south of Ransen? When was she in a riv—

—SLAM—

Amelia and Katya both flinch at the sound of a slamming door coming from somewhere outside the room. She can hear indistinct, muffled shouts and stomping footsteps growing closer. Katya huffs quietly and Amelia glances at her, looking to measure the possibility of approaching danger through her expression. Apparently there is none. Katya smiles wryly, shaking her head. Natalya merely rolls her eyes.

The door to the room rattles. The voice has quieted into a ranting hiss as it swings open to reveal a cat backing into the room, carrying something large and heavy in both arms.

“— uscire per dieci cazzo di minuti senza che questo posto vada a puttane! Non posso credere che abbia lasciato—”

That is definitely not a language Amelia understands.

After taking a step or two into the room the new cat cuts off mid-tirade and freezes when he looks up from the pile of things in his arms to lock eyes with Amelia. For a long moment no one moves or says anything. He looks startled, donning an expression that probably matches the one Amelia’s wearing. The sharp change in his demeanor would probably have made Amelia laugh if she weren’t so out of it. As it happens, all she can do is stare blankly at the intruder.

“You’re awake.” He says, lamely. Amelia blinks, watching him step slowly backward to stand in front of the door frame. His eyes swim around the room for half of a moment as he stands there trying not to look flustered. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay by the door.”

“Okay?” Amelia responds, not entirely sure why she would be worried. She’d been startled, yes, but after years of sizing up opponents, she can see that this cat is clearly more defense than offense. Amelia glances back to Katya when she hears quiet giggling. She’s hiding a smile behind her hand politely and attempting to stifle her laughing. The tom’s face flushes and he clears his throat before continuing.

“I found these up river.” He holds up the lump in his arms and Amelia realizes that he’s carrying her coat and her pack! “They had your scent so I brought them for you. I’ll uh… put them here.”

He sets Amelia’s belongings on a chair placed near the door. It sure is nice of him to bring her stuff in.

“Oh! Wow. Thank you.” Amelia says. Huh… Why didn’t she have them on her in the first place?

“Amelia, this is Lovino.”Katya says cheerfully gesturing to Lovino and then back to Amelia. “He found you this morning in nearby river and brought you here. Lovi, she is Amelia.”

“I was in a river…?” Amelia says distractedly. Ah, right, they had just been talking about that.

“Well, Amelia, you were soaking wet and freezing cold when I found you lying beside it. I thought you must have been in it for a while.” Lovino explains. “How are you doing?”

That’s… a good question. She hasn’t quite worked that out yet. Amelia urges her stalling thoughts to focus on her body signals. Aside from full body aches and what feels like several, stinging scratches and bruises, she can feel a twisted ankle and a sharp pain in her back. It’s weird that she can’t remember how she got this way…

“Well… I’ve been better. I should be fine after I get some rest. Um… Thank you for taking me in.” Amelia rubs her eyes, willing the fog to lift from her mind. She vaguely remembers being very cold. Remembers his voice; low and melodic, worried and urgent. Amelia takes a closer look at her rescuer. He is probably close to Mattie’s height, shoulders not quite as broad, but he looks older and more filled out. She can see a shortish tail waving curiously behind his legs and he’s got a persistent furrow in his brow and a cautious air about him. By the sound of it, this stranger may have saved her life.

“Wow… I really owe you one, huh?” She murmurs, coming to realize the gravity of the situation.

Lovino repels the thought with a wave of his hand and a shake of his head and Amelia finds herself moved by the gesture.

“You owe nothing, and you’re welcome to stay here.” He says, turning to leave. He nods to the other two. “Thanks for tending to her, Katya, ...Natalya. Dinner will be ready soon.”

And with that he slips out, closing the door behind him. Amelia returns her thoughts to retracing her memories… She and Mattie had… left home. Right. Then they… got caught up in that business with the village cats…

Amelia’s dawning horror comes with a flood of vivid, terrible memories. Of awful cats attacking, of that creepy nightmare with the snake, and—

“Shit! Katya,” Amelia turns to her abruptly, forgetting about the injured muscles in her back for a moment. She winces while Katya stares at her, mouth open. It seems Amelia hadn’t noticed that she’d been talking. Oops. “Oh, sorry! But uh. My brother, Mattie. How is he? Is he in another room around here?”

“Your… brother?” Katya says, raising her eyebrows and looking back to Natalya in confusion. A weird expression flashes across Natalya’s face before settling back into disinterest and she responds.

“You are the only one Lovino brought here. He did not mention seeing anyone else.”

It looks like Natalya is going to continue but Amelia has gotten out of bed, onto her feet and she’s out the door before she can realize that she’s really not all that stable on them right now.

“Lovino!” She calls down the hallway outside while stumbling into the wall on her right. Lovino is farther up but he seems to have heard her; he’s turned back toward her looking halfway incredulous. Amelia slides ahead a few steps using the wall for support. Damned ankle.

“Woah! Hey, stop!” Lovino says dashing back to her. He takes hold of her shoulders to help steady her before she can fall on her face. “You need to lay down or you’re going to make that worse.”

“Did you see anyone else out there when you found me?” Amelia grabs onto his arms, both for balance and to ensure that he’s listening to her carefully. “Was there any sign of a tom cat?”

Maybe she sounds a little desperate or scared because Lovino stops trying to nudge her back into the room and looks her directly in the eyes, deadly serious.

“Did he hurt you? Are you being followed?”

Amelia blinks in surprise before shaking her head.

“What? No! No. He’s my brother. I was traveling with him but we were attacked and that’s kind of the last thing… I remember…” She trails off at the telling lack of recognition in Lovino’s expression. Amelia’s breath speeds up and her chest tightens painfully. She always knows where Mattie is. She has always known where she could find him when she needed to. And now she can’t. She feels lightheaded.

“Lovi, over here!” Amelia hears from somewhere. Another pair of arms supports her left side while Lovino takes over her right. Other murmuring voices trickle in around her and she vaguely registers that several faces have poked out of the doors that line the hallway. It’s making her feel awfully claustrophobic. The tightness in her chest continues tightening.

“Calm down, Amelia.” Lovino says maneuvering her back through the door of the bedroom. “Breathe. Sit and tell us what happened.”

★ TBC ★ Comments and critique are always welcome! :D Thanks for reading! Edit: wow it took me a long time to realize I mis-labeled this as chapter 4. It is most definitely chapter 5. Fixed.

[ivebeenmade]

Oh damn Never Seen That Color Blue (Kinktober: Trick, deepthroat)

Nick's lying on the bed, flat on his back as Troy takes his sweet ass time having his way with his cock; who, by the fucking way, keeps stopping periodically to jot down his meticulously thought out observations...which give Nick moments of clarity to take in his surroundings. Troy's childhood bedroom - in a way.

Well, in all seriousness, definitely more of a traditional "childhood bedroom" than the one at the ranch (apparently that weird dead cat had been a gift from Mike...and fucking *shudder*).

Anyway, just above him on the ceiling is a Rise Against poster, surrounded by a constellation of glow in the dark stars.

*Cute* Nick thinks just as Troy goes back to the task at hand (mouth?) and does something mind-blowingly NOT cute with his tongue. Huh.

Ok the note-taking kind of sucks (lol), but the slight modification of technique in between are worth it.

Then, he stops. Again. Sits up and stares at Nick, chewing his bottom lip, head tilted slightly to the side. Nick's about to ask him what the fuck, never one to feel insecure but Troy has these eyes..."I wanna try somethin" he says. Nick just nods like an idiot because the power of speech left him at least an hour ago.

"See, I wanna suck more of your dick and I think I just figured out the most efficient way to get that done."

That fucking mouth.

That fucking mouth that can drive him wild while they're kissing and he's being maneuvered so that they're both sitting on the edge of the bed.

The slightest press of Troy's tongue to his own, to the roof of his mouth, makes his fingers tingle, makes his cock twitch, and goddamn what he wouldn't do to be all the fucking way inside him.

Apparently Troy might have the same idea. There's a not-so forgotten bottle of lube within reach but Troy slyly moves that out of Nick's reach while he nudges Nick off the bed.

So the younger man is standing there, confused and ridiculously turned on, still completely trusting the man that's turned into his sexual kryptonite. Because seriously, the things Troy has managed to do to him when he barely knew what he was doing to himself before they got together...well, it was crippling sometimes.

Nick tries to lean in for another kiss but an already flushed and also very obviously aroused Troy flops onto his back, head lolling off the edge of the bed, and grasps behind one of Nick's knees to pull him close.

He wants to remind the sweet angel that those knees are already damn weak but the impish look in those blue eyes that *defied* any shade of pretty blue he'd ever seen says he knows.

What he does next makes that *perfectly* fucking clear.

"Are you fucking kidding me," Nick breathes out, more a compliment than a question. Troy had kissed and licked and even nipped a little at the head of Nick's cock, at the big vein underneath, and now Nick could feel every inch of himself disappear down the tight heat of Troy's throat. "Oh...oh fuck."

That's when the bastard moans and hums around it, still taking it to the hilt while digging the fingernails of one hand into Nick's thigh. The other hand has begun doing marvelous things too.

Nick watches Troy stroke himself with enthusiasm, as if he just couldn't handle how *good* it felt to deep throat his boyfriend. As if this was just as much for him. God fucking damn it.

He'd prepared himself while they were fooling around moments ago. Now again he hums, moans around Nick's cock when he slips a finger in himself, then another, finding a rhythm. Judging by the way his toes are curling and his speed increasing he's teasing his prostate the way he's teasing Nick's fucking sanity.

If ever Nick had associated making out with any other sexual act, and let's just say that, yes, kissing that man was a huge turn on and reminded him of doing all sorts of dirty things, this would cement that in his very soul forever.

Troy makes sure that Nick finishes first. The younger man rocked by the orgasm but not wanting to miss the blushing, controlled thrashing mess on the bed of Troy's own orgasm seconds later.

Nick's knees feel weak enough that he thinks it best to shakily settle himself on the edge of the bed beside Troy who just lifts his head, smiling as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

That's it, Nick flops back on the bed, limp, trying to remember how to breathe. He barely notices that Troy has repositioned himself, straddling his hips, until he can taste himself on the other man's tongue and fuck... he'd swear to god the beautiful sadistic son of a bitch has secretly been an incubus this entire time because he's lightheaded, can almost feel his life force slipping away.

Fuck it. At this point, that'd be ok. His lungs start to burn just as Troy pulls back, sitting up straight, still smilng like he knows what power he now has - he does, for the record...

"Ok, how long til you can go again cause there are two - no, three things I wanna get to before sun-up."

How long? His dick must be ready to kill him because it's already 'up' for another round.

Its a bad idea, his brain is setting off all the alarms.

*Nicholas, don't you dare, you're losing brain cells at this point* but whatever. Cause those eyes already have him and its two against one his heart, his dick, and Troy makes three...

"Ready when you are..."

((My <3 wrote the beginning and the end, I wrote the smutty bits @lflssfrghtnng ))

[lawlliets]

personal post / dont feel the need to read or reply im just venting abt myself and my life and my head and its super super SUPER SUPER long and i have nowhere else to vent besides this website and if youre wondering its just me venting about my anxiety and my life and myself, nothing else

[butterscallops]

Ambush

A Monsta X fanfic by butterscallops

Summary:  An unassuming group of seven adventurers' camp is suddenly attacked by unexpected monsters. (An attempt at writing fantasy/action)

a/n: Hellooo! I made this back in 2018, originally posted in AO3. This is my very first fic (and the only one ever since), and is fantasy-oriented. There is ShowKi if you squint. I haven’t read this/grammar checked, read at your own risk. Also this was written in an hour by a 16-year-old me, so dont expect it to make sense or to be grammatically correct. lol. 

But I’ll be very happy if you decide to read it anyway!!

It was a little past noon, a time when it borders day and night, a time when it's only a matter of hours when the sky will turn a feiry orange color that will soon transition into a night sky. They were preparing for setting up camp at the middle of a natural clearing in the woods when their party of seven were ambushed.

It was so unexpected that even Hyungwon, a mage with an ability to see multiple paths of the future in his sleep, wasn't able to predict the incoming attack. A bunch of ogres weren't exactly what to expect in a forest, anyway; they mostly resided in swamps, so they all kind of forgiven him silently as they fought back.

Everyone had their hands full, being roughly outnumbered by at least one to ten, if their numbers were divided accurately with each member. But sadly, it doesn't work that way.

Minhyuk was the first one to up and run, taking only himself, his beloved bow and a quiver full of modified arrows with him to a safe distance (basically, he climbed up the trees and settled on their branches) and stringing his bow in one swift motion. Being one of the best rangers in their country, he doesn't miss a single target, but it seems that his normal arrows barely scrape the ogres' leathery skin.

Their Leader, Shownu, was the first to act, immediately conjuring his metal gauntlets out of thin air by bringing his knuckles together, then landing a critical blow to the nearest attacker. He moved just in time to counter another one that moved in and started for his peers. He looked around, realized that they are hopelessly outnumbered, and immediately shouts orders to call for back-up.

Both Wonho and Jooheon had momentarily frozen on their spots, the latter in the middle of propping up a tent and the former busy chopping up firewood. Both, however, managed to pull themselves together after Shownu took a blow just to block it from his shellshocked teammates. Wonho lifted up his double-handed axe and immediately, it refashioned itself into a giant halberd, casting a faint glow as it elongated and bulked up from its previously stumpy form to its magnificent counterpart. At the same time, Jooheon's figure shifted, subtly starting from his eyes, turning from a dark brown hue to a striking shade of blue, splashed with a hint of green. His skin molded into black, shiny scales and his nails and hands mutated into sharp talons. The bones of his back broke through skin as it grew into a pair of giant bat-like wings, turning him into a humongous black dragon many times more than his original size. He huffs a feiry breath and roars, waking Hyungwon up from his peaceful nap within his own tent.

Startled, Hyungwon, at first, had no idea what in the world was happening, stepping outside with a complaint ready on his lips; a complaint quickly forgotten as he realized the gravity of their situation. Within a second, he summons both his carefully crafted wooden staff and his turtle-frog familiar, firing spells and buffs every which ogre went near him, or which member that needed assisting the most.

Changkyun and Kihyun were both animatedly conversing, heatedly talking about the younger's and Shownu's bad habit of walking around without proper clothes on. A few minutes before the actual attack, both fell silent as they felt hairs on their arms and necks stand in attention; Changkyun and his wolf companion perked up, hearing heavy footsteps the others couldn't have picked up; Kihyun scrunched his nose, smelling a nasty swamp-y smell that he knew by instinct didn't belong at the middle of the woods. Both looked at each other in fear and realization as the ogres came out of nowhere and as their leader punched one of them in the gut.

Changkyun quickly acts, running over to help by climbing onto any ogre's broad back and repeatedly slicing through their thick skin to get at their throats, just like how he was trained as an assassin, only to be shaken off and thrown down easily to the ground. This never discouraged him, as failure only fueled his natural instinct for bloodlust, coming from a family of intelligent yet coldblooded hitmen.

Kihyun, primarily a healer and also trained as a druid, puts forth tentacle-like plants from below the ground, trapping a couple of the ogres in its grasp and slowly choking them to death, but not before he makes a smokescreen out of a makeshift bomb from his little pouch and concealing his deed in thick smoke. Realizing that nobody is acting on Shownu's instruction to call for backup, he took it upon himself to disengage from the fight, searched for the nearest puddle of water he could find, and contacted their fellow Starship guild members to hurry up and help them.

"Copy that," the receiver at the other end said. "The guild will dispatch the members dragonkin Gunhee, the Cosmic Girls unit and The Mad Clown to assist you in your unfortunate dilemma. They'll be sent by emergency teleportation travel, and shall arrive shortly."

Kihyun sighed in relief; another powerful dragonkin like Jooheon and a veteran like The Mad Clown are definitely going to be helpful, and so are their newest all-girl unit which proved themselves to be fatal in combat since their days of early recruitment.

He rushes back to the scene quickly, and delivers the news to everyone. "I can't wait for them to get here, its only a matter of time 'til we get driven into a corner!" Minhyuk shouts from his safe place in the trees and shooting his homemade explosive arrows. "But seriously," Jooheon bellows, his voice carrying all throughout the clearing, "Is this really how fate decides to reunite Gunhee and I after months of not being able to hang out??" The last syllable is dragged out as he sends a gust of fire towards a horde of ogres jabbing at him with javelins. He breathes fire at them, but their skins were tougher than he thought, having an extra layer of an unknown slimy substance that seemed to protect them.

An ogre slices at Wonho's armor, and it sends a resounding clang as it vibrated at the contact. The warrior grits his teeth, feeling the impact of the sharp metal against his body. It doesn't destroy his armor, but it still hurts like hell, and he can feel himself about to buckle down in pain. "I need healing!" He shouts, frantically trying to look around which person was nearest while trying to dodge blows to his head. He feels almost lightheaded, and his vision blurs and gets his bearings disoriented as he finally gets whacked on his temples. "On it!" Hyungwon says, throwing a glass bottle containing a red liquid at Wonho. He barely catches it, opens the lid with one flick of his thumb and downs the disgusting and questionable liquid. A few moments pass, and he feels absolutely refreshed and clearheaded, ready to charge at the ogres again.

Everything seems hopeless; their magic wielders, mainly Hyungwon and Kihyun, and partly Minhyuk and Jooheon are running out of mana. The other three are getting tired, their movements becoming open and sloppy, and they're dealing more damage than they could possibly handle. Especially Shownu.

"They're ganging up on him!" Kihyun shouts, his eyes widening at the sudden realization. "It seems as if they know he's the one leading us." Changkyun says, creeping up from the foliage with his companion at his heels. "For a while, it felt like they weren't even taking me seriously; I mean, look at how they seem to be taking us easy, like we're some kind of joke. Perhaps, now, we have a better idea of their intentions?" He suggests, cocking his head to the side before he dives in to the battle once again.

Kihyun stupidly stands there like a sitting duck, running through his mind what the reasons could possibly be. He doesn't have the time to think about it especially since he almost gets fatally hit by a morning star. He dodges just in time, only to see their leader getting stabbed right through his stomach. The ogre, feeling a certain amount of pride, had the nerve to sensually draw his blade from the injury and flourished it around, showing off and splattering crimson blood everywhere.

"Shownu!" Kihyun screams, a bloodcurling sound coming from the depths of his gut.

This couldn't be happening.

"Kihyun! Hurry up and get him, we can handle this," Minhyuk yells from a nearby branch he precariously hangs off of by his legs, upside down. "Run across! We'll cover you." He offers, as a horde of ogres charged at Kihyun's direction.

Noticing what is about to happen, their other members coordinated the best plan of attack wordlessly and in sync. Kihyun is their only trained healer. Kihyun is their only chance at saving Shownu. Shownu is their leader they are extremely fond of, so close to knocking at death's door. They have to make it count.

As Kihyun sprints towards the direction of their leader, Hyungwon sends blasts of energy, constantly trying to clear up a way; Jooheon and Changkyun's wolf companion did their best to keep it that way, the former knocking attackers over with his tail and wings, and the latter nipping at their exposed and vulnerable heels, making them run the opposite way. Wonho and Changkyun are encircling Shownu's fallen body, their backs to him as they stand on guard and weapons at the ready at whichever ogre tries to get near.

As soon as Kihyun is beside him, he slings Shownu's arm over his shoulder. "Hyung! Please, please get yourself up. Stay with me. We have to get you somewhere safe." Kihyun says, nervous and panicky as the older only grunts in reply. Shownu barely moves, only able to get up in a half-kneeling position. He looks so beaten up, with a busted bloody lip and a gash on his forehead. He looks much worse than Wonho, who just took a healing potion, and Changkyun who received the bare minimum damage at the moment by sneaking around and jumping the ogres.

They hear a resounding screech from the skies that they all recognized as Gunhee; a huge shadow circles them from overhead, and they all look up to see a pure white dragon soaring the sky with a few girls on his back, while the others are perched on brooms just like the wicked sorcerer, The Mad Clown.

With the ogres distracted, Kihyun drops a seed into the earth as he whispers an old forgotten spell unde rhis breath, making it grow and swallowing him and Shownu up into the ground. It was a last resort escape; it took a chunk of his remaining mana, and he isn't sure how much it'd take to heal their leader. The flower spits them back out miles away from the scuffle before shrinking back down into an average unassuming wildflower.

He trudges over to the nearest tree and makes Shownu rest on it. He tries to remove his now-busted armor, chucking it into a corner because its useless now. He quickly tries to apply pressure onto Shownu's huge wound, but his gut tells him it was no use, and that it has to be cleaned and stitched up. The older has his eyes tightly shut, seemingly focusing on his breathing as he inhales and exhales deeply. He looks worse than Kihyun thought; color is draining out of his features, and his breathing is extremely labored. He has minor cuts and bruises everywhere, and Kihyun is sure he has an injury in his leg, too, judging from the fact that he couldn't stand up earlier.

"Hyunwoo, please stay with me. We can't lose you." Kihyun pleads, gently tapping the other's cheek to keep him awake. His eyes open halfway, like even doing that seemed to cost him more strength than necessary. He has a frown on his face, and what he says next makes Kihyun even more distressed. "The blade they used on me was laced with poison. I can feel it burn." He breathes out, just barely. Then it's Kihyun's turn to sport labored breathing as he assesses their situation, running all sorts possibilities in his head; worst case scenario, they applied a Southern Lizard-Eating Frog's blood and guts on the blade. Worst case, because it's a type of frog often found in ogre swamps, and that ogres are immune to it but it is known to be fatal towards other species. Including humans. And Shownu is showing those symptoms, like shortness of breath, an erratic hearbeat, a burning sensation at the point of contact, paling complexion and--Kihyun places a hand on their leader's forehead--increased body heat.

In Shownu's case, a huge gaping wound at the stomach, possibly a broken or injured leg, bruised knuckles, a busted lip, and with poison slowly coursing through his veins and capillaries, it'd take at least a week to nurse him back to health.

Unless...