#motorcycle gift guide

[ijustwant2ride]

9 Holiday Gift Giving Ideas for your Motorcyclist.

Your biker/motorcyclist, deep down, wants some motorcycle related stuff.  Any parts or accessories for the bike or new gear for them will likely work, but here are a few other items to think about. If you have some different ideas include them in the com

Why just 9 ideas for your motorcyclist?  Because 10 is too much work!!  LOL Your biker/motorcyclist, deep down, wants some motorcycle related stuff.  Any parts or accessories for the bike or new gear for them will likely work, but here are a few other items to think about. If you have some different ideas include them in the comments! 9 – Communication Gear – There are several options out there…

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Here are 10 great gift ideas for Adventure Riders just in time for this holiday season. Follow the link for details!

[ashisgreedy]

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Modern AU Biker!Sebastian 

“Catch-A-Ride“

MDNI

Tags: SMUT 18+ | Forced Orgasm/Made to cum | Multiple Os | Overstimulation | F!Penetration | Motorcycle Stimulation | Outdoor Sex | Oneshot | Aged up 21+ | MC is a little feisty |

WC: 3,050

A|N: Your motorcycle boyfriend is devilish~ Also, he loves her v much ♡ This is my 1st ever Bash fic! You can thank [this] post and @finalgirllx for saying the phrase "Biker Seb".

MC quickly swipes an extra coat of mascara on her lashes when she hears the knock on the door. She tosses the tube back in her makeup bag and looks herself over in the mirror one last time. 

There’s another louder knock as she nears the door. 

“I’m coming!” She shouts, checking out the peephole to make sure it’s who she thinks it is. MC recognizes his messy brown hair and the sunglasses he always wears. 

She throws the door open and pulls him in for a hug. “Hey!” 

Sebastian smiles as she hugs him tight. “Hey,” He holds his motorcycle helmet in one hand and wraps his free arm tight around her waist. “Are you ready to go?” He looks down at her as his hand rubs her lower back 

“Yeah, let me just grab my helmet and we can be off.” 

The two share a quick kiss before she reaches for the helmet on the coffee table in her living room. He keeps smiling a bit longer than usual and she narrows her eyes in suspicion. 

“You’re earlier than you said you’d be.” She glances at the clock on the wall. 

“No traffic.” Sebastian counters.

With her helmet in hand, a perfect match to the one Sebastian is holding, a gift from him on their last anniversary, she guides him out the door. 

“What’s that look on your face?” MC tries to see his eyes beyond the dark sunglasses. His smirk growing the closer they get to his bike. 

“What look? I always look like this.” He chews on a piece of gum in his mouth.

She knew him well enough to know something was up. “What’s going on, Sebastian? What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” He puts on his helmet, hiding the grin he’s sporting. “I can’t be happy to see my girl?” 

She narrows her eyes again before putting on her own helmet. Sebastian climbs onto his bike and waits for her to do the same. 

“I suppose…” She half believes him. She would drop it for now, though, she knew she’d bring it up again later after they took their first pitstop. 

He waits quietly for her to climb onto the bike behind him. She’s done it a dozen times by now, going with him on several rides all over the city and into the mountains. The view alone always knocked her socks off. Not to mention how exhilarating it is to be racing down a road while the wind whips past and your heart is racing from the thrill. 

Sebastian looks back and watches to make sure she doesn’t need help as she swings her leg over. 

He had told her to wear a flowy skirt for their evening ride but she was already regretting it as she tried to stuff the ends of the fabric under her legs on the seat. She didn’t want her skirt to fly up and expose her panties to passersby giving them an unwanted show, so she took her time making sure every part was tucked under.

Sebastian was very patient and waited for her to tap him to indicate she was ready since the helmets muffled sound. 

Tonight's plan was to take a ride along the winding roads toward the mountains as the sun set over the land below. It had been a while since they last took this route and she was excited to see the gorgeous views again. 

Once satisfied with her modesty, she wrapped her arms around him and tapped him. 

Sebastian braced the bike and started it up. She pushed her face into his black leather jacket. The familiar oaky scent of the leather mixed with the metallic smell of the outdoors gave her a comforting warmth in her chest. She pressed her knees to the back of his jean-clad thighs, preparing for acceleration. 

With a loud rev, he sped off down the street and her heart pounded with adrenaline. She smiled wide from ear to ear as he picked up speed.

Her neighborhood passed in a flash, and then they were out on the open road. The sky was shades of blues, oranges, and pinks washing over the landscape. He took a right turn and then they were off on the long stretch toward the mountains. 

Sebastian picked up speed once they were in a less populated area.

She held on tight to him and kept her weight on the center of the bike. Her hands rubbed over his chest as she relaxed and enjoyed the scenery. There were tons of trees and valleys off to one side and large mountains growing on the right. 

At a red light, Sebastian brought his hand up to his chest and rubbed the back of her hand gently. She hugged him from behind and gave him some ‘I love you’ squeezes. He squeezed her hand back in return. 

They entered the mountain roads, speeding past forests and hiking trails. They hadn’t seen a car in miles.

The bike hummed pleasantly beneath her without the protection of the thick denim pants she usually wore. Then Sebastian revved the engine and it was more than pleasant. 

The vibration started rushing through her like an electric current. She blushed as the sensation continued. It was becoming a bit much. 

The only thing between her clit and the seat was the thin layer of cotton panties she wore. She breathed through it and tried to relax against his back. 

The engine revved higher and her fingers dug into his chest. She held him in a vice grip and shifted in her seat. 

The bike wavered and Sebastian turned his head for a moment to look back at her. He then quickly looked back at the road, keeping his eyes on it.

The vibration of the bike's seat felt even more incredible. She shifted minutely, trying not to make the bike come unbalanced but the assault to her clit was becoming too much. 

He sped off down the mountain road, but she wasn’t paying attention to the beautiful scenery anymore. 

Her legs were shaking and her stomach muscles clenched as shockwaves rippled through her core. The orgasm hit her like a bus. She gasped and clung to Sebastian, fighting the urge not to rock her hips for some delicious friction. 

The bike's unrelenting vibrations assaulted her now oversensitive clit.

She couldn’t stop the moans that escaped her as another orgasm was pulled from her. Her thighs clamped down on the bike as her body pulsed. 

Her cries of pleasure were audible in the wind as one orgasm melted into another and another. 

The seat and her panties were soaked from the wetness making the seat harder to stay on. She felt herself sliding, but the death grip she had on Sebastian kept her centered. 

She must have been knocking the air out of his lungs with the strength of her grip but there had been no reaction from him at all, even when she screamed out in pleasure. 

The vibrations changed slightly giving her a break from the strong ones she’d been accosted with, and the orgasms finally stopped. She was sweating and gasping for breath. 

She smacked his chest and could feel his body rumble with laughter. She smacked him again and he revved the engine higher and, oh, fuck… he was doing this on purpose.

Her clit throbbed to the point of pain as her body responded to the higher vibrations. She was on the brink of madness as more orgasms piled on top of one another. 

She started paying attention to her surroundings again when the bike began to slow, striking gravel. Her panting was more audible without the motorcycle engine and wind whipping past to drown her out. Her rapid breathing fogged the visor of her helmet.

The bike came to a stop on the side of the road next to an impressive view of the mountains and forest below. 

She was limp against his back as the bike gently purred. Small tremors ran through her body with every breath she took. He cut off the bike but her body continued to hum with the ghost of the intense vibrations. 

Sebastian waited a moment before carefully peeling her hand off him. The kickstand came down and he slid off the bike. Removing his helmet revealed his messy brown waves. He spit out his gum onto the ground and set the helmet down carefully. 

As he walked over to her wearing a shit-eating grin.

She glared at him, but it wasn’t effective with the helmet on her head. She yanked it off and Sebastian carefully took it from her, setting it on the ground. 

Her hair was a mess sticking to her sweaty forehead, her cheeks a deep red, and her lips plump and swollen from biting them. 

“You did that on purpose!” She spat, placing her hands in front of her on the seat to hold herself up. 

He lifted his brows with a smirk. 

“How many times?” Sebastian asked in a cool tone. 

“What!?” She huffed, still glaring at her boyfriend. 

"How many times did you cum on my bike? How many?" He took off his sunglasses and hooked them in his back pocket. He wouldn’t need them again tonight as the sun set. She could see the spark of excitement in his eyes. 

"I…. I don't know.." she adjusted in the seat and felt how slick it was. 

She was in a state and wanted him to be just as much of a frazzled mess as she was.

Her legs were like jelly as she tried to stand. She would not be embarrassed by the wetness she left on the seat, she refused. 

Before she could get off the bike, Sebastian crouched down and looked at her at eye level. His eyes looked almost predatory as his finger slid over her bare thigh. Her skin ignited with his touch as he moved up and up, pushing her skirt the farther he went. 

She could feel the slickness all over her thighs and knew her panties were absolutely done for. 

“How many?” His tone was serious, sending shivers down her spine. 

She held her breath as his fingers reached the soaked fabric. He nudged where her clit was and her body jerked. 

“I-I don’t know! …I lost count.” MC trembled under his touch and gaze. 

He hummed with a small smile.

“Get off the bike.” He rakes his hand through his hair as he stands and waits for her. 

She tried again but her legs were trembling so much it took her a moment. Her skirt was sticking to her thighs and she looked a mess. 

Sebastian helped her, placing his hands on her waist and guiding her off the bike. Her feet slid on the gravel as he pulled her against his body. 

“You made a mess of my seat.” His lips twitched in a smirk.

It was very obvious just how much of a mess she’d made thanks to the state of the dehydrated leather. 

The world tilted and her chest was pressed down to the wet seat, ass in the air. She braced her hands on the bike to hold herself up. 

Sebastian flipped up her skirt and tugged her panties down to her ankles. Then his mouth was on her and she gasped. He licked her slit eagerly, pushing her thighs apart to go deeper, licking more of her. He latched his lips on her clit and he sucked hard. 

MC fell apart, legs trembling as she gasped his name.

He lapped at her until she was soaked anew, making her aching cunt quiver. She was a blubbering mess, writhing in the firm grip he had on her thighs. She hissed as he dug his fingers into her leg, pressing harder, keeping her in place. He held her apart and ate her out more lively than she’d ever seen. 

Sebastian moaned against her pussy and she arched her back. His tongue felt like sin and she couldn’t form words. 

"The way you taste…" Sebastian didn't comment further. He just hummed a satisfied sound.

A cool burst of air struck her dripping heat and she groaned at the loss of his mouth. 

She faintly heard the sound of a zipper over her own hysterics. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her aching entrance and her whimpering became begging.

“Oh! Yes, please! Yes, yes!”

“Gods,” He murmured.

He took far too long to press his cock into her. She wanted to be filled, she was begging for it, dammit!

Sebastian presses in and the blunt head of his cock pops passed the tight entry of her pussy.

He sucks in a breath and grabs her hips firmly. He pulls her body, forcing her to take him to the hilt as he stands completely still. 

It was a snug fit and he waited a moment, lightly rocking his hips while her body accommodated him. 

Her feet slid on the gravel trying to find purchase. 

Sebastian angled himself then struck that one spot that counted. He wasn’t gentle with her, his thrusts were hard and fast as his fingers dug into her hips. 

“I have every intention of fucking you until you scream.” His voice was gruff as he slammed home over and over. 

She knew what he was capable of. He would absolutely fuck her until nothing else existed but his hand digging into her hips, his cock filling her pussy, and her voice horse from screaming in pleasure. 

Thank fuck they were in the middle of nowhere on a lesser-known road. She wasn’t capable of caring a single bit if a van full of camera-caring tourists drove by at this moment and watched. She wasn’t herself and neither was Sebastian. He fucked her primally, rough and hard. 

She had no idea how the strength of his thrusts hadn’t tipped over the bike, she certainly wasn't helping matters. Her walls fluttered with the relentless pleasure and Sebastian hissed. She could feel it… she was right there yet again.  

“Cum,” He growled. He panted as he yanked her hips back and back in tune with his thrusts. 

It was like a switch was flipped and she was flying, screaming, cuming so fucking hard around his cock. Her whole body shook from the force of the orgasm, the bike and Sebastian’s vice grip being the only things to keep her upright as he continued to fuck her. 

His strokes were long and gentle as she rode out the last of her climax. She was almost sobbing, moaning in pleasure, and feeling the pain of just how overworked her poor pelvic muscles were. She was going to be sore for days.

She whimpered, catching her breath, and finally looked up to see the view before them. Gods, she wished she cared, she really did, but he was picking up speed again. The wet sounds of skin on skin and her cries echoing were the only noises around. 

She pressed her forehead to the seat and hung on for dear life. He pulled her hips to meet every one of his thrusts. She lived for the soft grunts that escaped him, his small moans and heavy breaths as he used her body to seek his own pleasure. 

He squeezed her hips again digging his fingers in hard. She couldn’t possibly cum again, but he reached around and started teasing her clit, and… Fine! She guess she could cum again, and gods, it hurt so fucking good. 

Her vision went blurry and her eyes filled with actual tears. 

Sebastian’s grip tighten one last time as his hips slapped against her body. His cock pulsed and he moaned. He rested his chest against her back. His cock pulsed as he slowly rocked his hips through his pleasure.

Tears fell from her eyes and she wiped them off on her sleeve. It was all very overwhelming to her spent muscles.

He panted into her hair as he caught his breath. Her heart pounded against the seat, blood rushing and throbbing behind her eardrums. 

Finally, Sebastian released his bruising grip from her hips and rested his forearms on the seat on either side of her.

A quiet moment passed over them and then he was softly kissing her all over the back of her neck, biting her favorite spot below the ear. 

Wetness started cooling on her thighs as they settled there. She wanted nothing more than to be back at home in her bed with him, curled up and sleeping in his arms.

Sebastian huffed and stood up, pulling out of her more gently than usual. She nearly fell to her knees but he caught her. He chuckled and tugged her close to him, wrapping his arm around her and looking down. His chest rose and fell quickly as a smile tugged at his lips. 

She loved that his hair was sticking to his forehead as well and his cheeks were a nice rosy shade of red. He was nowhere near her level of disheveled, but it was a nice sight. 

“Think you can survive the ride back?” He kissed her forehead.

“Do NOT do that thing again!” 

He laughed and picked up her helmet off the gravel. “Fine, fine.” He smirked. 

“How did you even figure something like that out!?” MC took her helmet from him. 

“I was doing a bit of research on my bike, and-”

“Of course you were,” She cut him off. He knew too damn much, always researching this, and studying that. She glared at him for good measure before putting her helmet back on, making sure it was the last thing he saw. 

Sebastian smiled wider and kissed the forehead portion of her helmet before placing his back on. He tossed her a rag from his back pocket to wipe herself down with. He found her panties on the ground and quickly swiped them up, putting them in his jacket pocket. He took a seat and watched her in silence.

“...So romantic,” She said in a monotone voice, taking the rag to her thighs.

He observed as she cleaned up, resting his arms on the bike handles before pointing to her inner thigh. “Missed a spot.” 

She smacked his arm away. “Start the bike, Asshole!” 

His laugh rumbled from under the helmet, then the bike roared to life.

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I like how the first words she says are the entire theme of the fic. That was a total accident. 

Thank you for reading! 

This was influenced by a fic I read like 5 years ago now about how motorcycles can be revved juuuust right to make someone get off. So, sorry if some motorcycle stuff wasn’t accurate. I’ve never owned one lol.

Masterlist is in my bio.  

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Okay so what are your favourite lilypad hc's? 🤩

Oooh Lilypad hc's?? Don't mind if I do! 🤩

As previously stated, Sirius is very soft for Lily. To the point that makes everyone go "who is this guy and what have you done to Sirius Black". They will tease each other, have their arguments at times, but he never snipes with malice at her or show her this bored/haughty side others see.

Lily is very much the same right back. I think they have this mutual understanding that the other hasn't got much love in their lives and they've put up shields to protect themselves; so they try to be a safe place for each other. They know the other appreciates and understands them and they find comfort in each other.

They are very handsy and physical. You will always find Lily sitting on his lap or Sirius holding her close. Not kissing and snogging in front of others, however. That's something that's only their own.

And god damn it they need their alone time. Every day. They look like such a balanced and cool couple to outsiders, with how they're not jealous and have their separate friends etc., but if they don't have some alone time every day (night, preferably) they will burst.

They do a lot of Muggle activities together. Go bowling, play poker, go to Muggle concerts. Sirius loves discovering new activities and Lily takes pleasure in showing/teaching him.

Unlike James, for whom gift-giving is a love language, Sirius and Lily are not very much into presents. They will give each other a gift on some special occasion, and it will be very thoughtfully chosen, but they're just as likely to leave a birthday go without a present if they haven't thought of anything good. Sirius has given Lily a couple of pieces of jewellery that she always wears and that's it for giving her any more wearable stuff. No clothing items, no lingerie, nothing like that. But he buys her these nice dress robes she needed to go to that wedding/event thing, because they went shopping together and why the hell not.

Books. Books books books. They are book nerds, both of them. Not literature, though - spellbooks, potions guides, science books, encyclopedias. They read them for fun and nerd out exchanging fun facts.

They're not the outdoorsy types the way James is - they're more activity oriented, like "let's go on a motorcycle ride" or "let's go stargazing" (they love stargazing together, and it's a very special activity for them). They won't just go out for a walk or a picnic.

They're also not foodies. Idk they just aren't. They both love tea, though.

They don't meet each other's family. Like, even in a universe where they stay together all their lives and there's no war and whatever, Lily drifts away from her family and Sirius is her person. I guess she invites them to the wedding, if there is one, but she doesn't care for family dinners and keeping in touch etc.. Being with him in all its effortlessness makes her realize there are some fucked up dynamics in her family that she doesn't need to put up with, and she definitely doesn't want to put him under their scrutiny.

Because yeah their being together is effortless. If it weren't, they wouldn't be together. Sirius would never make an effort to win a girl or change for anyone. He's a take it or leave it sort of person, and they just happen to fit so well they get and stay together.

And this is why if/when Lily falls in love with James, Sirius is like "okay then" and lets her be. What do you want him to do, beg? Put on a show to win her back? She's her own person with her own feelings. And James is a pretty great guy, actually, so good for her, really.

But there is no world in which they stop being physical. They may or may not stop having sex, but Lily would never get into a relationship with anyone who expects her to just stop sitting on his lap or snuggle close to him on the sofa. Their relationship, however long it lasts, is very deep, the kind of thing that leaves feelings that never go away, and their physical intimacy stems straight from that.

Thanks for this ask, I had a blast writing this :D

[yuurei20]

Epel Facts Part 37: Epel and Deuce (pt4)

As Epel and Deuce discuss blastcycles together during White Rabbit Fes and Grim observes, "They're in their own lil' world…"

(Their conversations seem to be describing vintage yankee fashion, and in the game guide Deuce is said to have a yankee influence. With Epel described as a “countryside juvenile delinquent” in the guide, both characters seem to have preferences for that aesthetic.)

(Epel even wonders if he might receive some of Deuce's old clothes in a voice line. Ace and Deuce's shared love for blastcycles also ties in to motorcycles often being associated with yankees.)

Epel says, "You'd never see a modded blastcycle back in Harveston" and "Bad kids and blastcycles were just something out of comics or TV shows. But then I started looking around on the internet. And I was shocked to find all that stuff was real! I was totally enamored," and one of his dreams was to "cruise around on blastcycles with my pals wearing matching leather jackets!"

(During the event he says that the White Rabbit Fes, with its matching outfits and "running wild," is just what he had always dreamed about: "Sure, there won't be blastcycles, and these costumes don't exactly scream 'bad boy.' But we're up against the toughest dudes in town!")

This explains Epel being enamored with Deuce before they met: Epel says he heard about a particularly troublesome person in Clock Town named "Cold One Duke," with whom he was "obsessed" when he was in middle school.

By the end of the event this revealed to have actually been "Cauldron Deuce," but Deuce denies it, and Epel never realizes that he is actually friends with his former idol.

Deuce says that he never imagined that Epel had “a hot-blooded streak” like his own, offering to introduce Epel to a talented embroiderer.

Deuce and Epel’s shared interest in fashion is touched upon throughout the game, with Deuce getting Epel a cap with a patch on it for his birthday, Epel gifting Lilia with a jacket with an embroidered tiger (that matches a jacket Epel himself owns) and Epel and Deuce shopping together for Trey’s birthday present: they get him a hat, after regrettably vetoing styles with spiked studs and embroidered flames that went over the gift budget.

Epel says that he is actually disappointed by Deuce's hometown, saying that he had "figured the town would be awash in modded blastcycles, with delinquents getting into fights all over the place."

Silver says Epel must have been hoping for a chance to protect his friends but Ortho observes, "I'm not sure protecting us was the first thing on Epel Felmier's mind..."

[thatwritterbeach]

So About that Alley .4

Jason Todd x ofc Alex

Dc masterlist ALL OTHER PARTS FOUND HERE

Unedited***Also I swear Tumblr is messing up my spelling on purpose cuz everytime I re-read something I know I fixed it's wrong again

Alex: short, curvy, red hair, green eyes, redheads go through pain meds way faster than normal people to the point I personally don't even take them, it's a joke, they last 30 min at best

Summary: Alex finds out her bf is red hood, after she spills some not so great secrets to the masked man while stitching him up.

Warnings: Vaginismus* angst, sexual assault, self-harm, depression, drug use by Alex, violence, cursing, NSFW, smut, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, guided masturbation?, p in v (not overly described), pain during s*x, hiding said pain, hickeys?, self-hate, insecurities, eating disorder, weight loss

A/N: I do not own dc booho

sorry ya'll I did not mean to release the last part, it was gonna be longer so here's this one at top speed

Arriving at a huge menacing manor, the Wayne manor, in your pajamas on the back of a motorcycle while the driver is decked out in bright right flannel is...odd. Jason held the bike steady while she wiggled off then he engaged the kickstand and lifted himself off with ease. Alfred met them at the door and took her gear and Jay's helmet.

"Everyone is in the dining room, master Jason."

"Thanks, Alfred." Alex, unsure what to do gave him a thankful nod and clung to Jason as he led them through the maze of insanity.

"I don't think I can do this Jay," sh whispered, slinging the large bag she carried further up on her shoulder.

"Of course, you can," he assured her pulling her further into his side. They entered what she would calla dining hall where everyone was already sat, having what appeared to be a heated argument.

"I win the bet, cuz I said she was real," Tim yelled.

"No, I win for being right about how long it would take him to bring her here," Dick said back throwing a chunk of bread at him.

"Boys!" Bruce tried in vain.

"I win-" Damian began but was cut of by Jason's two finger whistle. All eyes shot to the door where Alex was very busy faking confidence, moved away from Jay, shoulders back, head up. Bruce was in a suit much to her embarrassment but Dick was in sweats and a long sleeved shirt, Tim wore something similar, and Damian was in a matching silk set that probably cost more than her entire wardrobe but he was participating.

"Tt she's small," Damian scowled.

"I think you mean short, like you pipsqueak," she snarked back before Jason could get after the demon spawn.

"Hhhmf," he replied raising his chin to the side in a holyer than though manner.

"Play nice, Damian," Bruce commanded softly rising from the table to greet her. Mentally freaking out, knowing what was coming she hesitated in her step to meet his outstreched hand.

"Not a friend of Dick's then," he accused, scowling down at her superman shirt.

"I didn't know if you were aware Jason was alive." She lied her ass off. She just recently found out he was Robin so of course she couldn't have told Batman anything other than a lie. Jason caught the inconstancy and frowned.

"What are you talking about," Dick asked joining their little group.

"Caught this one in an alley with a dealer last night, said she knew you, as Robin, Wing and Dick."

"How did you-" He turned an accusing eye on Jason who lifted his hands in defense.

"I've known for years dude, chill. It's not that hard to figure out, the suspiciously large and rich family is the suspiciously large and tech happy hero group."

"So you know everyone?"

"Yep, Superman and everyone too. "

"Dang," Tim jumped in from his seat.

"Why were you in an alley with a dealer," Jason asked what everyone was thinking.

"Getting information before some dude in a cape messed it up." Another lie.

"info on what?"

"His supplier."

"That's my job." She shrugged and moved past everyone to the table.

"I come barring gifts," she said setting the bag on the table to pull things out. "For Dick, a signed copy of (insert circus memorabilia here), for Tim, something to help you sleep and some very strong tea to help with that caffeine addiction. Damian, a travel sized chess board, we can play sometime if you like."

"Thanks," came the collective reply. Jason was still giving her the ' we will talk about this at home look' but she was ignoring him as she sat. After a surprisingly painless dinner with Damian only insulting her three times, Jason standing with a knife in hand, and Dick calming everyone back down they managed to make it to dessert.

"None for me," she told Alfred quietly as he started to place a bowl of some fancy pastries in front of her. She'd already subtly inquired on the carb count of the food which he answered with a slight brow raise.

"You feeling ok," Jason asked from beside her happily munching on his and her portion of sugar.

"Fine," she replied with a soft smile reaching past her full wine glass for water. She never drank and certainly not when she knew she was going to have to drug herself the second they walked into her apartment.

"If you don't like red we have white," Dick said, gesturing to her glass.

"I don't drink."

"Oh, master Jason didn't tell me."

"Sorry, must have slipped my mind." Like hell, he had no idea she didn't drink, he's never seen her drink but just assumed...what he wasn't sure but not that she didn't drink. Dessert done they moved to the 'sitting room' with some sodas, and Alfred plated soft soft music in the background.

"care to test your new board," she asked Damian.

"Tt, like you would be a worthy opponent."

"It's ok if you're too chicken, I get it, I'm intimidating." she said flexing her muscles. With an eye roll he sat cross legged on the floor and began setting up the pieces. She mirrored his pose and set up her side. off to the side where she couldn't see Jason moved his head to indicate to Dick he needed a word and the two moved off without a sound.

"Thanks for the clothes," Jason started, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall of the long hallway they were in.

"No problem, did she seem more relaxed?"

"Better than expected."

"So what was it you wanted to ask me that couldn't be texted?"

"When I...died, were you sad?"

"What the hell kind of question is that, Jason, of course, I was a wreck. What's going on, are you ok?"

"I am."

"But you don't think she is," he stated.

"I think she'd lying about when she found out I was hood. Three weeks ago I got so beat up from a fight I knew I wouldn't make it anywhere else so I broke into her apartment, key work broke, I had to shatter a window she was pissed. And she found me passed out in the bathroom, and started stitching me up-"

"Dude," he whisper yelled.

"Let me finish. She was talking to me like I was redhood not like she knew it was me, she was asking for advice."

"On what?"

"How to tell her boyfriend she couldn't have sex, because she was," he paused and pulled Dick closer to him to whisper the next part," assaulted when she was younger and it makes it horribly painful."

"No, did she tell you who?"

"He's dead."

"Good."

"She also said she cuts herself," again the smallest whisper.

"Why would she tell him and not you?"

"The next day she said she knew I was hood all along and she was playing a sick joke to get back at me for breaking her window and lying."

"Rude but seems fair."

"Then she initiated sex. Just pulled me into the bedroom and-"

"I don't wanna hear this,"Dick whines shaking his head to clear the image.

"We've had sex everyday twice for three weeks in a row," he said exasperated.

"That's..."

"A lot, it's a lot so either she has insane drive or..."

"She's expertly distracting you," he finished for him.

"I haven't seen any scars or fresh cuts, but I know she's damn good at makeup she's always perfectly covered my scar," he said pointing to his cheek, where it wasn't even visible in the low light.

"So hide her makeup."

"I've thought about it but I don't want to tip her off, or make her panic."

"So you want my help?"

"I think," deep breath," I think I can't do this alone, I can't watch her 24/7 and be there when she might need me."

"Do you want her to move in here?"

"God no, she'd kill me. Maybe now that you've all met you could invite her over, or stop by 'randomly' when I'm out."

"I'm in bloodhaven now, I can't just-"

"I know, I know, but you're here like every other weekend and that'll have to be enough. Maybe the demon spawn would agree to watch her."

"Tt, she's not your pet, Todd," came an irritated voice next to them.

"How much did you hear?"

"Just that she'd kill you." Eye roll.

"She's not well, demon spawn, and I worry about her safety," Jason ground out trying to keep his voice down.

"You think she hurts herself, what insanity, even for you, Todd."

"Look, kid-"

"Don't start. Damian, you seem to tolerate her enough not to kill her, a win if you ask me, and she needs company while Jason is out. You really can't stop by once a week for chess?"

"As a favor to her, not either of you," he agreed, turning to leave the imbeciles.

Eventually making their way back into the room the boys were shocked to find Alex, still on the floor, body pointed to the tv playing a racing game with Tim. Single handing the controller she expertly steered around the corners and used her other hand to play Damian at chess, eye dancing back and forth, and maintaining a conversation with Bruce.

"What the fuck," Jason exclaimed.

"I used to do this all the time, well not this, but multitasking, it's been so long since I've gotten to use my brain," she said with such glee.

"Are you saying I dumb you down?" There was no real hurt in voice, just un-subtle awe.

"Love you too." She replied and went back to talking to Bruce about...politics? She was talking politics with the vigilante billionaire and it was civil! The game ended, with Alex in 1st and Tim hung his head in shame but ultimately leaned over to shake her hand.

"Tt, so incompetent she beat you one handed," Damian accused.

"Tough talk for somebody that just set me up to take four pieces," she tsked back at him.

"Shit," Damian muttered uncharacteristically.

"Language," Dick said with a laugh.

"Boop, boop, boop," Alex sang as she hopped a single checker around the board taking the last of Damian's pieces.

"I suppose you're competent."

"Why thank you," she mock bowed. "Care to try your luck," she directed at Dick who was leaning on the arm of a large comfy looking chair.

"Why not, you gonna play Tim and Damian at the same time to at least give me a small chance?"

"If you want?" He nodded so she helped Damian set up a second board of checkers just a few inches from the first so she wouldn't have to move. Dick shrank practically had to fold himself to fit on the floor and only slightly invaded Damian's space, not on purpose.

Again she won on all fronts and Jason was practically buzzing with pride.

"You never told me you were smart!" At the look she sent him he waved his hands quickly. "No wait! Not how I meant it, of course you're smart."

"Such a way with words," she praised helping clean up the games.

"Are you leaving," Tim whined.

"I gotta work tomorrow, sorry kiddo."

"I'm like a year younger than Jason."

"A small child," Dick said wiping a fake tear.

"But a small boy," Jason reiterated.

"Hardly out of a booster seat," Bruce joined.

"It was only yesterday I was helping you into a chair master Tim."

"I hate you all."

"Aww, he loves us," Alex cooed reaching over to pinch his cheek," and fyi I'm two years older than Jason."

"Practically a cougar, I felt hunted when she asked me out."

"Yeah, why did I do that again?"

"You got me," Dick seriously stated.

"Tt, she would never chase you Todd, I bet you had to beg for this lovely creature."

"What he said," she agreed pulling Damian into a crushing hug resting her chin on his shoulder since the were the same height. Everyone held their breath expecting a fight but he looped his arms around her and squeezed back, just for a second before wiggling away from her in over-exaggerated disgust.

"I demand a rematch this Thursday," he said curtly and left the room.

"Thank you for coming," Bruce said shaking her hand in an awkward manner.

"Come visit anytime," Dick said pulling her into a hug, and extra long one just to make Jason's eye twitch.

"Let me know when you're online," Tim softly demanded with a hug.

"I don't have any online games, still use my old GameCube and Wii."

"That's cool."

Finally making it out the door she resisted the urge to exhale in relief. Wary of Jason getting concerned.

"That went well," he remarked upon entering her apartment.

"It did," she said softly faking a yawn in hopes of him heading back to his place or insisting they turn in. He went back and forth between their apartments, needing to keep a space for all his gear.

"So about that alley?"

"Not tonight, please."

"Why were you out at all?"

"Red hood is big and scary and gets what he wants with fear yes?"

"I guess?"

"So, short redhead come around asking what you sell and for how much what do you assume."

"That you aren't a threat," he conceded with a scowl.

"so if the short none-threat asks innocent sounding questions like. I may need some tomorrow where are you gonna be, my friend wants to buy but can't leave his place any chance you make house calls. I'm looking for a side job any chance I can meet the boss for an interview?"

"You didn't."

"I did, maybe, he's getting back with me." Lie lie lie.

"I'm going."

"You are not, if they even think I've been tailed you might as well shoot me yourself, I can handle it, if I can't I know how to get in touch. Now please let's go to bed." The whine in her tone made him cave, for now. Thanking her lucky stars he was tired and they skipped the sex she fell into the deepest sleep she'd had in months.

8-10-24 see masterlist for more

[ladyiristheenchantress]

Anniversary Witchcraft

As you all may or may not know, I am a married witch! I have spoken about my husband before in our motorcycles and car magic post, however I felt now would be an amazing time to talk about some of the rituals we do on anniversaries coming up! (September 17th to be exact) First of all, Happy 7 years darling, I am so proud to be your wife every day, and I am so grateful you have been my raven, my rock, and my partner in crime. I so adore you, and I cant wait to spend the rest of our time on the Tellus Mater together. Till death do us part, but even then we will remain ghosts on our record player. With that said, lets get started!

What is magical about an anniversary?

Much like any holiday, we create personal celebrations like birthdays, celebrations of life, and anniversaries to keep track of the time that has been spend together. It should be a celebration of love and strong living together! The first instance of a wedding anniversary comes from ancient Rome, where on each year of marriage the spouses would crown each other with things (more traditionally, the husbands to their wives) and on their 25th anniversary they would be crowned with a wreath of silver.

Later on, in 18th century Germany, people started a tradition of gift giving, and eventually created a yearly symbol you gift to someone as a tradition each year to ward off spirits, people looking to harm the bond, and even in some cases death itself!

Today we celebrate anniversaries around the world, whether you are recreating Armenian balance bread, or trying out Japanese senbazuru, however you choose to celebrate may it be unique and full of love!

Magical Ideas

Now we may need some spell and divination ideas for our anniversaries so here are some of the ones my husband and I love!

Follow the yearly gift guide! - This fun tradition is actually celebrated and honors world wide cultures because a lot of them had their own yearly traditions adapted into one! The old saying goes on your first year you give paper, the 5th you give wood, 10th you give aluminum, 25th you give silver, and 50th you give gold! These guides are a fun way to get connected to your relationship but also honors tradition which can strengthen your relationship magically!

2. Create a protection ritual for the year on your anniversary - when you start thinking about how to preserve your relationship you get a lot of factors you have to plan for. Every year my husband and I put obsidian arrowheads in the corner of our bedroom as a way to protect our sacred relationship! this process can be as simple or as complicated as you want it to be

3. Petition and honor deities of marriage - Each year my husband and I honor 3 gods, Hera, Aine, and Zepar! This is because we wanted to honor our pagan practices and heritage in our marriage, so we picked one hellenic for my history, one irish for both of our ancestoral line, and one infernal for my husbands history! We do also petition elemental spirits, and update them as we do our yearly river walk

4. Create a shrine to your relationship - We created an altar to dedicate all our gifts to each other, and important works of art we have created, when we put together a shrine for our love, it really helped up to feel connected, so we like to renew it every year

5. Do some divination about the year ahead - Feel free to use this custom spread I use each year! Its awesome if you can do this together! Additionally, you can use cafe astrology to create a free "birth chart" for the day and time of your anniversary

Other ideas?

For my 18+ friends, design a sensual ritual that involves all 5 senses to link yours together

Create a magical meal together to protect and honor the relationship

Create a joint journal or scrap book for memories

Exchange cards, gifts, and sweets to make the other person feel special

Enjoy a nice time out getting coffee or exploring a garden

Make the bed together, and do chores together during the day, then rest and relax at night

In general anniversaries are special! I will be making an age restricted post about sexual magic very soon so stay tuned for that! I hope all of my friends have enjoyed this post, and from our family to yours, happy anniversary!

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[mama-qwerty]

I'm surprised nobody's really brought it up all that much, but it's really sweet that the origin of Knuckles' iconic hat in this continuity is that Wade took it from his opponent after beating him once his training was complete but gave it to Knux presumably as thanks

It's probably the first gift Knuckles had ever received, and to get it after his protégé (and friend) won his first real battle would have been such an honor for the echidna.

~~~

Knuckles made his way off the porch, approaching Wade as the man parked the motorcycle in the driveway. Wendy and Wanda had headed back into the house, muttering to each other about how they couldn't believe Wade had survived.

It was odd. The ladies didn't seem all that concerned about their son and brother. Perhaps they held more faith in the man than they let on?

Wade stepped off the bike, pulling his helmet off as Knuckles neared.

"Well done, Wade!" he boomed, bringing a fist to his chest. "You have proven yourself a fine warrior."

Wade gave a little laugh as he leaned back to pop his spine.

"Yeah, I guess I had something more in me than I thought! A little of that warrior spirit. Thanks to that vision I had." He turned and went to a knee to come more eye-to-eye with the echidna. "And thanks to you."

Knuckles shook his head. "I did nothing. Merely guided you on your warrior's path."

"You believed in me when absolutely no one else ever did. You took a chance that I wasn't just some joke. I . . . I really appreciate that. Thank you."

"You have more strength than you know, Wade. I merely helped you see that."

"Well, you really know your stuff. And as a way of saying thank you . . ." Wade pulled a worn brown leather hat from behind him, with three star emblems on the front. ". . . I want you to have this."

Knuckles flicked his eyes from the hat to Wade. "You . . . a gift?"

"A trophy. Jack loved that thing and I think it would look much better on you."

The echidna reached forward and gently took the hat, moving it this way and that as he examined it. He'd never received a gift before. And certainly not one that held as much meaning as this one. He looked back to Wade, who watched him with a little smile.

"I . . . I will accept your gift, Wade Whipple," Knuckles said, perching it on his head. "Thank you."

Wade's smile widened as he pushed himself back to his feet. "Looks good on ya. Seriously. Makes you look taller."

Knuckles smiled, pushing his chest out as he pulled himself up to his full height.

"Come Master Knuckles," Wade said, deepening his voice as he assumed a similar stance. "Your apprentice needs some aspirin. And maybe some more coffee. Woof. I'm beat."

The echidna nodded, and followed his friend back into the house.

~~~

Blah. It's early and I'm pretty rusty.

[writingfics-passingtime]

Omg the mixtape requests!! I love the idea!!

The song: like a tattoo by Sade with Bucky Barnes! Specially from the min 1:35 to 2:03 I think you’ll love it x fem reader

The Scar of Age

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song Prompt: Like a Tattoo

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (romantic, no pronouns used)

Word Count: ~2350

CW: Talking about death and killing, reader has killed people on a mission, kissing, allusions to rough kissing/six (consensual), overwhelmed response that could be interpreted as a panic attack (but isn’t intended to be one)

Note: Thank you for your beautiful request, anon !! (I wrote this for a female reader and then realised no pronouns/gendered descriptions were used, so have tagged it accordingly) When I heard this song the image I instantly had was riding a motorbike through a snowy mountain road, and what was supposed to be a steamy little safe-house number turned into something a little more heavy. I was so inspired by the lyrics of this song, thank you for sharing 💜

The war is still raging inside of me // I still feel the chill // as I reveal my shame to you // I wear it like a tattoo

It’s been growing for months. This budding, rising magnetism alive between you and him. Still unspoken, still untouched, now unfettered.

It started not long after he returned from Wakanda. The attraction was instant, the pull soon became hard to resist but, by the gods, you resisted it with all you had. You kept a respectful and professional distance where possible. He’d been through a lot.

But the breathing room has seen it grow beyond control and now, for the first time in forever, you and Bucky are going to be truly alone.

The frostbitten air bites at your leathers as you snake up the icy switchbacks, giving and taking on the throttle, gently guiding the electric motorcycle through the snowy mountain roads towards somewhere out of the way. To the solitude you had been gifted.

He's sitting behind you, and though he’s an anchor of his own his hands are on your waist. It distracts you more than once and you're sure he knows it because he firms his touch when the bike slows from your wayward thoughts. If he dared to broach the subject, you'd blame the ice on the road. Or would you?

The night had been long and rough. Snowcapped mountains begin to glow as you ride to one of Stark's more isolated houses. The beauty of the new day only makes you feel worse after the events of the night; three enemy guards, dead by your hand.

They will never see another sunrise.

Sure, you had an important job to do to keep the public safe, and sure, they were trying to kill you, but damned you'd be if every life ended by your hand didn't eat away at you.

The dirt feeling that gnaws at your gut is your only place of solace because it still hurts. If it ever stopped hurting, you'd walk away for good. Steve promised to help you disappear if that day comes.

Steve. A wry smile threatens to burst under the helmet as you finally see the house in the distance. Steve is the one who rostered this assignment, knowing where it was, knowing the airspace would be tightly monitored the days after your mission, knowing whoever was assigned to it would need to be under the radar until extraction would be less risky. A few nights at least.

He had arranged all of this in front of a room full of highly-perceptive people. No jibing comments were thrown from the other seats, which was so unusual that awkwardness rushed into the void. The panic of perception started to sink in your bones but when you met Bucky’s eye, you stilled. You ceased to wish the ground would swallow you whole the moment his usually stony glare was soft, almost apologetic, as if he was afraid you’d think he’d done this to get you alone. You didn’t smile, hyperaware of the eyes all around, but the look you returned to him seemed to smooth his frayed edges.

Now, there are no prying eyes. Your quickening heartbeat becomes the score of your final stretch towards this unusual hollow of privacy. The house comes more into view. It’s at the end of a straight stretch of road. You tilt your wrist and roll the throttle. As the bike picks up speed, Bucky’s hands slide from your waist down to rest at your hips. It makes your toes curl inside your boots, and you have to hone your focus on the house you’re fast approaching.

The sharp and grey abode look harsh yet at home nestled into the snow-covered bedrock, and the unforgiving structure looks strange bathed in warm pink sunlight. It’s one of those boxy houses made of cool concrete and glass that looks as if it should always be shrouded in cloud cover, but the windows are alive with the rising sun and it pulls a sad smile to your lips.

You ease the bike to a stop when you reach the gate. Both yours and Bucky’s right feet meet the ground to hold the bike as you punch the code into the gate, which opens along with a hidden garage door beneath the house towards which you slip through the fenced doors and quickly guide the bike down a ramp.

The lights gradually flick on as you slow the bike to its final stop next to a few others. You dismount with haste and pull your helmet and gloves off, blowing hot air on your fingers as you rub your hands together. Bucky swings his leg off the bike and removes his own helmet. Strands of his chestnut hair come loose from the knot at the nape of his neck, striking something real and imperfect against his cold-flushed cheekbones. You steal only a quick glance at his rugged tired eyes before he nods his chin towards a staircase that goes up. “Go warm up. I’ll unload.” All you can do is nod, thankful that you can skip off to find a hot shower. The cold is turning painful and the house, though industrial and cavernous, is already pleasantly warm. It isn’t ridiculously large though, and it doesn’t take you long to find a bedroom.

Earlier on in your career, the preparedness of these houses used to haunt you. Somehow, they always had fresh clothes in your size ready and waiting in the wardrobes. Now, you’re desensitised to it all. It’s just another part of the job.

The hot spray is soon welcoming you to your place of rest, easing that chill that had set into your bones, reminding you that you are now safe. Alone. Your pulse drops to your stomach, you breathe through it, and hope you’re not emanating something less savoury than contentment at being here alone with Bucky.

You’re soon dressed and in an industrial-styled kitchen that overlooks a sprawling, picturesque landscape. The floor is warm beneath your socked feet, a feature of the house, and the fridge is stocked for you to begin preparing some food to tame snarling stomachs. Somewhere in your field of sound, the spray of another showed subsides. That pulse picks up again and you focus on cracking some eggs into a white ceramic bowl.

Bucky needs a lot of food, that much is obvious, with the super serum cranking his metabolism, and a lot of protein at that. You’d just finished off breaking the last of the dozen eggs into the bowl when your companion enters the kitchen without a word.

You look up at him, because it would be weird not to, and give a brief, tight smile before opening a drawer in search of a whisk. His brief and welcome hand meets the small of your back as he passes behind you, making his way to start cutting the vegetables you put on the bench. It sends a surge of abashment through your nerves. You curl your toes against the smooth, strangely warm floor.

“I don’t mind cooking.” Your fingers close around a whisk and you close the drawer with your hip.

His head turns in your peripherals so you meet his eye. His stare is soft, framed by the drag of a sleepless night, but not by a hopelessness they once held. He shrugs with one shoulder and almost smiles. “It’s nice to do something normal.” He turns back to the counter and picks up a mushroom, and your eyes roam over him.

The African sun had been kind to him, tinting his skin with pinprick freckles and a tan that had almost faded. His hair holds the summer too. He keeps it pulled back but the shorter pieces frame his face and are laced with tiny threads of gold and the beginnings of grey. You can see the hues even through the post-shower dampness clinging to his waves. The colours are beautiful, you think, because they're signs of life lived after the stolen decades. Of all the scars, age is the only one he deserves. Maybe if you were a different person in a different life, you would've said it out loud. Romanticism doesn't seem to befit you. It feels too soft and too good.

He speaks again as soon as you turn back to the bowl.

“I should’ve got to them first,” he sniffs back the cold. “The guards.”

Your twirl your wrist to beat the eggs and keep your tone level. “I handled it just fine.”

“Yeah, well… I can see-” He lets a breath out and collects his thoughts. “I know y’don’t like it.”

You release your own deep breath through your nose, whisk stilling in your hand. “No one likes it, but it’s part of the job.”

He puts the knife down and turns his head towards you again. “I’m just saying… I can-”

“I don’t want you to do that for me, Bucky.”

Your voice is measured and the whisk doesn’t stop. You smooth a hand against side of the bowl and stare into the milky yellow mixture as it spins and spins and spins. He spent too long taking lives because other people couldn’t do their own dirty work.

“It’s not fair to you.” You sighed once, quickly, almost in a huff, before slowing the whisk again and correcting yourself. “It’s not fair to either of us, but that’s the way the world works.” Indecisive, you put down the utensil and turn your head towards him, shifting your eyes to his chopping board. His body heat skims your left arm. “I don’t want you to protect me from what has to be done. I don’t want you to see me as-”

The words die at your lips and Bucky’s head tilts. “As what?” He prompts in a gentle nudge. His hands are against the counter.

You close your eyes and smile involuntarily, so you force out a dry laugh to cover it up with a shake of your head. Every bit of air in your lungs is screaming out for him to come closer, to rid you of this mounting feeling inside, to break through this barrier of professionalism and fear that you wouldn’t be good for him.

“As one of them,” you can’t meet his eye. “As someone you have to kill for.”

You refused to be the reason he took a life. You weren’t going to do that to him.

You’d be no better than HYDRA.

He responds with something pained, something just above a whisper. “You know how I see you.” It’s not a question, nor an answer. It’s pure honesty simmering just below the horizon.

A strand of his hair is the first thing you feel as he draws closer. It ghosts along your cheekbone and catches the breath in your throat, only for a second though. Your eyes flit upwards, your chin lifts and turns ever so slightly towards him. You soften, to say yes. To say please. And it's all he needs.

His kiss is the opposite of what you expected. It's warm, and gentle.

It's a passion like you've never known.

There's this expectation, with passion, that the intensity should feel like a bolt of lighting or a supernova. Tension builds and builds and it's supposed to break. And sure, it's breaks, but so does the day over the darkness.

If the sun can pour dawn over the horizon, giving a gentle wake to the earth with rosy hues and still remain as powerful, who's to say something as good and inevitable surging through you at the speed of light has to explode. Why couldn't it fill you to the brim and stay full, keeping you bathed in a vivid sunrise.

Everything about him has been severe and guarded, until now. For the first time, while feeling the tenderness of his kiss, you consider that he hadn't built his walls so high because he wanted to keep others out but to keep himself in. You take note that his open palms are still on the counter. His hands were used for so much destruction, perhaps he didn't feel right putting them on you.

Your younger self would have resented his restraint. You would've goaded, chastised, pushed him away until he could meet you with a power you deserved. Why shouldn't he? You can take it; the fingertips sinking into you skin, storm-coloured bruises levied from fun, the gentle ache that pulses through your back from being pinned rough against a wall.

But you’re tired. Exhausted, even. Drained from tensing and flexing and always having to show every ounce of strength. Always a solider, silent and stoic. Always with a job to do. But maybe here, you were just a person.

He pulls away after several moments, still close enough for his breath to graze your lips. You don't look for his eyes because you know he won't meet you there. His tongue peaks out for half a second and he releases a breath before he lifts his head. The gentle warmth of his kiss lingers and emanates.

There's something inside you clawing to get out. A confession, maybe, or a sigh of relief. Or a declaration that you don’t deserve anything as good as what just happened. Whatever it is, it cuts through the air in a haggard little breath.

Sleep deprivation hangs like a thick chain around your neck, your hands are still numb with the lives you ended, you’re filled with an overwhelming warmth that you don’t feel worthy of. It all hits. Every fibre of you aches with the impact.

Bucky turns to steady you before you slouch against the counter.

Maybe he didn’t have to kill for you to make you feel okay. Because more than you could ever know, he gets it. He’s felt it, lived and bled it. All the shame and fleeting doses of heroism that make it all seem justified.

He holds you close. You bury your face in his shoulder with breath heavy and conflicted. His fingers curl against the base of your neck and his arm tightens around your waist, his sure breath is hot above your ear, his heartbeat loud in his chest.

His body say it so his words don’t have to:

I know.

[azurenightowl]

All atmospheric lights on, lense flare and slow pan over Coruscant. The night sky is a dark green, almost black, something like rainforest soil where thousands of years of ecological equilibrium cause it to teem with life. The night sky is the gateway to a galaxy filled with life. Stars like mischievous worms, eating up the detrius. Hyperspace lanes like mycelium, intelligent, sprawling. Living. Everywhere, life.

Zoom in. We’re on a street, and it’s busy despite the late hour. The night sky is grey now—there’s too much light pollution. Breathe in. Petrol. There’s a kebab van down one street, and a rotting cat down the other. The sky still a gateway, but here in the gloam it’s muted. Most people on this street will never get out of it, out of the neighbourhood. Klaxon, motorcycle, screaming. It’s not quite the underbelly—the dark one, darker than the sky is—but the defining feature here is the poverty. Dirty streets, but bright streetlamps. There are ghosts playing piano, slim-wristed, gaunt-faced. It’s out of tune, and accompanies a lone saxophone, dripping like rainwater into every person’s apartment. Damp, moldy apartments. There is no moon, only claire de lune.

Even in the slums, Coruscant gleams.

Zoom in further. There’s a man in dark robes. Dark brown, almost black but not quite. The fabric is fine, hand-woven by masters, but the cut is simple. He carries in his pocket an expensive jewel his lover gifted him, which he will not have the liberty to wear. Enter the hero: Anakin Skywalker, beloved, walks away from the apartment that only the two of them know exist, lost in thought. This was one clean. It smelled of antiseptic, kind of clean. There wasn’t a dishwasher but someone had to handwash the dishes and it wasn’t them, kind of clean. Somebody’s hands are wrinkled from washing the dishes, and it wasn’t them, kind of clean.

Close up on the hands. If you look carefully, you can see his hands are ungloved and perfectly white. Lady Macbeth killed herself out of guilt, you must remember, but the righteous do not jump off towers. They climb them—watch him climb the towers of Coruscant—and they nod in greeting to the guards, and they head home.

Anakin Skywalker, knight, walks into the Jedi Temple. Wide shot. It's a very large temple, but it's very small in this one, a gentle grey stone building, soft like dove-down and clouds, lit like an overcast day without rain. The rest of Coruscant is black brick and orange fire, infinite.

There are people milling about. An eclectic hectic mix of nocturnal adults and diurnal teenagers, and small, tiny ones, tripping into robes and giggling. A docent, coralling nine unruly figures into a line on the way to their midnight meal, is given a friendly pat on the back by their lineage brother, on his way home from a long mission.

The air hums—Coruscant gets warm but the air conditioning is good. It has to be, to support their plants through the summer. Anakin Skywalker, slave, is cold, never quite got used to these cooler temperatures. He starts to go back to his chambers for thicker, warmer dress, and stops. The clock chimes one, and he realises he has places to be. Close up of his frowning face.

He turns on his heel, and one of the younglings trips into him. He raises an eyebrow at them, they stutter out a cheery apology, and run back to their wearied and longanimous docent.

The tragedy here, in case you missed it, is the children running in these hallowed halls. Let the adults walk; these ones are small and haven’t learnt how tender is the sole of a foot. They’re laughing and they don’t quite yet know what it means to bleed.

Anakin Skywalker, murderer, signed up to teach a class. There’s a shortage of teachers, what with the war on. This is his way of giving back to this community which he loves.

For now, let him guide them through the first forms of lightsaber combat. Less katas, more yoga. There are some slackers, but fortunately that doesn’t matter as they won’t get to grow old enough to need it. These children will never see a warfront, because the frontlines will draw back to the heart of the temple and strangle them there. They won’t be old enough to understand what makes their deaths profane, why the camera must turn away from them.

Anyway, all of this to say that they enjoy the lesson. Anakin Skywalker, teacher, is relaxed, thorough, and funny.

Pan away. Please. This too is sacred, unwatchable.

Let them have this. They have so little, in the end. They are so little, in the end.

The night sky hangs itself outside the temple's grand windows, empty, empty, empty.

[ijustwant2ride]

2022 Holiday Gift Guide for your Motorcycle Rider

2022 Holiday Gift Guide for your Motorcycle Rider

How about some ideas for that crazy motorcycle rider you love. Sometimes it can be difficult to figure out what to get for your motorcyclist during the holiday season so I made a list of those things that would appeal to most bikers. 9) Heated gear – We all “Just Want 2 Ride” right. The gift of heated gear will extend the riding season for weeks or months depending on where you live. 8) New…

[thisisnotthenerd]

Happy New Year @shakespearestolemyurl !! I have the other half of your 2023 @d20exchange gift: Songs of the Celestine verses for the Bad Kids!

Group Verses

On occasion, an adventuring party will receive a set of verses that encompasses the group as a whole—these verses are sung together as opposed to individually. Often, these are written by a bard within the group, taking the form to detail the exploits of their own adventuring party.

This set of written verses regards the Solesian adventuring party known as the Bad Kids, who defeated Kalvaxus and the Nightmare King during their first two years at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy. The author of these verses is technically unknown, but it is believed that Fabian Seacaster, during his early bardic education, composed these verses for his friends using the form learned from his pirate father, William Seacaster, after he joined the College of Swords during the Bad Kids' quest to retrieve the Crown of the Nightmare King. 1

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Adaine Abernant-O’Shaughnessy:

A wizard born

To endless scorn

Who chose the face the fighting storm

Upon her word

That she has sworn

The elven oracle

She’s stolen books

And taken looks

At futures she has now forsook

From tiny nooks

She found the hooks

Now categorical

With arcane hands

She made her stand

A mage come far from foreign lands

And as she scanned

She made her plans

And broke her manacles

For now she is

Second to none

The oracle for everyone

And free at last

She’ll have her fun

Adaine the oracle

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Kristen Applebees:

The cleric chosen

For devotion

Her heart in ever-changing motion

Questions Couldn’t

Remain unspoken

The Prophet now come free

So determined she

Can’t be deterred

She tried to fly with a Ribbon dancer

Oh she stands sure

Even though her

Dex is negative three

From Helio

To Yes? Or no

She understands what can’t be known

In philosophy

She seeks to grow

Cassandra’s only priest

A cleric’s light

Within the night

Guides darkened paths with clear sight

She walks alight

And fears no fright

Saint Kristen Applebees

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Figueroth Faeth:

The rebel bard

Cannot be charred

Flamboyant in her disregard

With warlock spells

She will safeguard

Fig the InFaethable

She changes face

In every space

And plays with skill electric bass

She’ll catch your soul

And take your place

While playing rock’n’roll

She gave request

For Aguefort’s best

But something she could not have guessed

Was to the west

And in her nest

Writing wizard’s scrolls

She’ll drink some gin

No fear of sin

Her secrets kept behind her grin

But when you’re friends

She’ll let you in

Fig the InFaethable

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Gorgug Thistlespring:

Barbarian bound

To hear the sound

Of metal music all around

He oft confounds

And breaks the ground

Gorgug Thistlespring

He looked for meaning

In the gloam

For heritage to call him home

Child of orc

And man and gnome

he is now the crab king

He fuels with fear

an endless rage

He came from deathly forest aged

Who is his dad

He cannot gauge

Insight is not his thing

He wields his axe

And hammer too

He’ll call across the world to you

He fixed his phone

Made sending stones

it’s Gorgug keep going

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Riz “The Ball” Gukgak:

The roguish goblin

Killed a dragon

With deepest passion he was gobbling

He’s hidden when

He gets his shots in

Riz Gukgak? Nay, “the Ball”

With arquebus

And sword to choose

The briefcase where he keeps his clues

Or healer’s kit

And clue tattoos

He makes good use of them all

The little shrimp

Of the bad kids

When seeking clues do as he bids

While counting fingers

He shot Biz

He’ll commit assault

Though self-contained

With party in reins

He thinks at night with buzzing brain

He’ll ne’er refrain

And fears no pain

The fury of the small

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Fabian Seacaster:

The bardic fighter

Sheet igniter

Hellish motorcycle rider

With dance and fire

He will reach higher

Fabian Seacaster

Born to pirate

Legacy and

Elvish smiths and fighters free

He made his way

From land to sea

And faced disaster

The warlocks slain

‘Twas only him

And erstwhile friend, Chungledown Bim

And on a whim

From battle grim

He fled and fell even faster

And from that moment

He was changed

His skill in elvish dance now trained

With sword and sheet

And crossbow ranged

Fabian Seacaster

1 Given the personal nature of these verses, there are a few deviations from how the song is typically sung for pirate heroes. While titles and epithets commonly feature in the Songs, this rendition features continual references to titles endowed upon the Bad Kids, formal or otherwise, save Seacaster's own verses. These include: the Elven Oracle [Adaine Abernant-O'Shaughnessy], the InFaethable [Figueroth Faeth], the Blessed Saint [Kristen Applebees], the Crab King [Gorgug Thistlespring], and The Ball [Riz Gukgak].

[spicymoonmenace]

Hi hi!!! This is for the ask the characters event!

For the boys (Sun, Moon, Eclipse) any favorite flowers? If you got the choice of a vehicle, what would you prefer (like cars, trucks, motorcycles, ect...), any hobbies you are or would like to get into?

Moon, what's your favorite kind of drink to make?

Eclipse, if you had to choose, what kind of client do you prefer to deal with? What would you say your relationship with Dante is?

Sun, when you perform, are there any dances or performances you like more than the others?

Possibly Dante if he's taking asks, which of the boys is your favorite? How do you feel about Eclipse (in general). How would you describe yours and Eclipses relationship? How well would you say he functions and does his job?

Also, a little question for you, our lovely narrator! How are the characters perceiving us? Are we just voices? Clients or customers talking to them? How insane can we make this? Btw I love you and this au, it's such an interesting story already and your designs are so stunning! I love Sun and Moon so much.

Sun: My, my so many questions sweetheart!

Well, for flowers I'm very fond of daffodils! They're quite beautiful, so it's always a treat when I receive them! My choice of vehicle would be a motorcycle. I'd imagine it'd feel so freeing and thrilling! Not to mention the almost tender closeness of holding onto your partner while you ride. Sounds dreamy~ *soft sigh* As for hobbies, I'd love to get into flower arranging. I quite enjoy flowers a lot and do my best to keep the ones I’m gifted as long as I can. 

When it comes to performances, I prefer more group choreography ones! I do enjoy the limelight but it’s also nice to not be the center of attention every once in a while. Not to mention I get to socialize with the other entertainers while we practice so that’s a nice little bonus!

Moon: I don’t normally get flowers like Sun does. I do enjoy irises though. I prefer cars, maybe something vintage. Don’t have many hobbies, but I enjoy reading the most. 

My favorite is simple drinks. Like margaritas. The more simple, the less hassle. 

Eclipse: Tch. I don’t have time to pick favorites. I have work that needs to get done, and thinking about what kind of fucking flower I like or some shit isn’t my top priority. But I guess I like cars or whatever. I don’t have time for hobbies. I’m busy. 

A client that keeps their mouth shut and lets me do my work is preferred. Dante is technically my boss but we’re business partners. I take care of a lot of important shit for him. 

Dante: Interesting questions.

I prefer Sun the most out of my bots. Eclipse is nothing more than an extension of myself for me to use as I see fit. I had him made to allow me some reprieve with the intricacies of the club and my fellow associates. A lot goes on in Eden that deserves my attention and Eclipse allows me to be in two places at once, while also providing judgement when it comes to my ‘employees’.

He does his main job well enough, and the occasional clientele performance helps pay back the debt he owes me for his creation. Though his aggression is an unexpected factor. He’s done well to keep himself in check, but if he slips up I’m more than happy to guide him back on the right path with a heavy hand. 

WAH ANON!!! You’re so sweet, thank you so much for all the kind words!!!!! I’m so happy to hear you enjoy the AU so much!!!!!! 🥺💕💕

Also with the boys, I guess you could say it’s a little bit like one of those shows where people are divided by a curtain and anonymously ask questions and stuff! You interact with them, just not directly if that makes sense!

[saturnscode]

PART 2: Too old to be a kid, too young to be an adult.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath.

Porchay is not a lucky person. Good things don’t happen to him, ever, and even though his brother had a rough time for most of their lives – to be more precise: the entirety of Chay’s life –, things were getting better. Not improving but slowly starting to take place.

He doesn’t call ‘being-raised-by-his-brother-because-their-parents-died-at-a-very-young-age’ bad luck, it was just hard. His hia never got to live his own life and Porchay felt guilty about it until he was old enough to understand.

So, when P’Kinn appear in his brother’s life it was a like a breath of fresh air, for both of them. Finally, someone cared for him and was able to protect him, finally, someone loved him the way his hia deserve and Porchay thought he could loosen up a bit, he could do things he would never dare in the past in order to not make things harder for Porsche.

But now his hia had P’Kinn, who would always remind him to eat and take vitamins, he would rush to him if he was sick so Porchay didn’t have to, he would take them to dinner and show real interest in the younger brother. He would also buy his brother expensive gifts that Porchay only dreamt to get him. And Porsche was happy, so incredibly happy Porchay felt like he could finally breathe.

And he did. He let loose a little bit.

He would sneak out with Macau to go to parties and drink, he would dance with strangers and have his first kiss under neon lights with some random guy for a dare. And it was fun just acting without thinking not worrying about things, dancing and screaming without being anxious about tomorrow because he knows no one will barge into his house looking for money, he knows he can go to school and eat tasty food without feeling guilty.

And even when he had this new freedom his brother wasn’t aware of, Porchay wasn’t stupid. He knew his limits and so does Macau who was his designated caretaker for night outs.

Porchay also discovered that he was attractive. He caught people’s attention. He would get free drinks and compliments without doing much. That makes him feel good, it gives him some type of power he never really got growing up. So he took advantage of it, he kissed cute boys and danced until his feet hurt, he would let people chase him and maybe he would make fun of them, but they wouldn’t mind because they only wanted one thing, and so did Chay.

And it was all fun and games until he decided to be stupid enough to play around at his brother’s birthday. It was selfish and thoughtless of him. Everything since that night has felt like his bad luck has come back.

His brother was upset, but not with him, with poor P’Kinn who had nothing to do with anything. And Porchay tried to talk to him, to explain to an extent that wouldn’t affect him, but it didn’t work. His hia wouldn’t pick up calls or meet with his boyfriend and that terrified Chay, not because he could lose what they had now but because he didn’t want his brother to fall back into the void he was before he met P’Kinn.

Porchay didn’t think things could get worse, until this very moment.

His day has been uneventful, same boring classes with the same boring faces. Hand homework and eat plain food at the cafeteria with his best friend. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until they step outside at the end of the day and he saw him, waiting for him outside his faculty. Arms crossed over his chest, leaning on his motorcycle, looking at every face coming out of the building through his sunglasses was his bad luck back. Stronger than ever.

Kim Theerapanyakul.

Damn him and his ridiculously good-looking face and slim body that made him lose focus two weeks ago and sent everything to hell. Damn Chay for being so stupid to give in to his advances and guide him directly into a trap that backfired for everyone.

But he refuses to make the same mistake, so he took Macau by his shoulders and hides behind his back, slightly turning him over to face Kimhan so he couldn’t see him.

“Chay?” he struggles as he tries to turn around to look at the boy.

“Where’s your bike?” Porchay whispers behind him, peaking over his shoulder.

“Parking lot. Why?” Macau asks, giving up completely and just standing there.

Porchay was probably the best thing that could’ve happened to Macau since P’Pete, he made his days brighter and he’d made him softer, he was truly grateful to have met him but there were times, like this moment, when Chay would just exude trouble, like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode and this was one of those times.

“Take me home,” he says firmly.

“What?” Macau turns around and Chay ducks down avoiding his gaze. “P’Porsche hates when you ride my bike.”

“It doesn’t matter right now!” he whispers, exasperated.

Oh no, trouble.

“What did you do?” Macau asks, slowly crossing his arms on his chest.

 “More like who…” Porchay is already turning his back as if he pretends to crawl to the parking lot.

“What?!” he yells this time, grabbing the collar of Chay’s shirt.

“I’m kidding!” he raises his hands as he stands up, “I’ll tell you everything but first, we need to get home.”

Macau nods and Chay lets out a relieved sigh but before he could even give his best friend a smile he notices the dark-haired man is no longer at sigh. The car is still there, almost mocking him like it’s waiting for Chay to get inside but no one is around and for a second, Porchay thinks Kim is inside just about to drive off.

But then, again, Chay is not a lucky person. So it doesn’t surprise him when Kimhan appears behind Macau out of nowhere. It’s almost like it was expected and he took too long to pull off the magic trick.

“Porchay Kittisawasd,” he says behind him with the deepest tone Chay has ever heard.

A chill runs down his spine and he can feel his cheeks getting warmer. He’s doomed. But just as he’s about to say something, Macau turns around recognizing the voice if the frown on his face says something.

“Kimhan?!” he exclaims, tilting his head to the side as if seeing him there wouldn’t make any sense. And it doesn’t, he shouldn’t be here. “What are you doing here?”

Kim looks at his cousin and then back to Porchay but he decides to ignore it just as he’s been doing with the rest of the family. He starts approaching the boy that has caused his headaches for the last few days but Macau stops him, extending one hand and pushing his chest.

“I have something to talk about with your little friend here, move.” He’s not even looking at him, his eyes are fixed on Chay and the younger feels like he can’t breathe or even move.

“What do you have to do with him?” Macau faces him and that makes Kim look at him, giving Chay time enough to try run out of there.

It doesn’t take him far. Chay is not a very athletic person, he’s a musician, an artist. So it takes Kim two steps and one extended arm to catch him and hold him close to him, his arm over his shoulders holding his back close to his chest. He was caged. Porchay squirms and pushes his arms but the grab is tight and he gives up when Macau is about to intervene.

“What are you doing? Let him go.” He sounds mad and Porchay knows what will happen if he doesn’t stop this.

He always knew about Macau, they were in the same high school but they never talked to each other, there wasn’t a reason for it, Chay and Macau were very different at the surface. It wasn’t until P’Pete – his hia’s best friend – decided to finally introduce his boyfriend that hell broke loose. Apparently, the Theerapanyakuls weren’t too fond of each other so the cousins weren’t happy when they found out they were dating a set of best friends.

It took time to keep things civil, to make the reunions friendly and chatty even when they were all pretending – Hia said that eventually they’d stop and they’d be genuinely glad to be in each other’s company – so to make this go smoothly, P’Pete thought it would be a good idea for Macau and Chay to meet. Porsche was against it at first, but after meeting Macau and seeing that he was just a kid – a ruder and more aggressive –, he could find a resemblance with his younger brother.

So he let them be. Macau was reluctant at the beginning but Chay was good with people, he was charming and warm and he tore down Macau’s walls. They became confidants, they would exchange stories and between those stories were the Theerapanyakul cousins. After everything that happened on his hia’s birthday, Chay could finally place a face in those stories and he knows this will end badly if he doesn’t know anything about it, so he gives up and accepts his destiny.

“It’s okay, Cau,” Porchay says, stopping struggling and just resting his back on Kim’s chest. “I’ll go with him.”

“What?!” Macau is confused and it’s understandable, Porchay never told him what happen two weeks ago. “Why?”

“I’ll tell you everything later!” Kim huffs over his head and turns around, walking towards his car. “Promise!” he yells as he’s being dragged. “Don’t call Hia!”

“He doesn’t need to,” Kimhan whispers as he pushes Porchay inside his car and turns around to open the door on the driver’s sit.

-

The car ride is quiet. No one dares to make a sound, Chay doesn’t even dare to look at him properly.

Porchay used to be shy. He would stutter and move around when people would stare at him intensely. He would play with his hands and his voice would get higher. But that had changed eight months ago after he found this new ability in him that he didn’t know he had. He could get people nervous too and he loved it.

But right now, he couldn’t even move from his sit. Kimhan Theerapanyakul is mad. He could tell by the way he’s holding the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white and how he’s clenching his jaw, so Chay decides to stay quiet, at least until they reach whatever place the guy beside him has in mind.

Which appears to be Yok’s bar. Porchay feels his stomach drop when he parks right outside his brother’s former place of work. Why are they there? Chay needs to think fast because he doesn’t have an idea of what’s waiting for him inside. Why come back?

Kimhan is not a patient person. It comes with the privilege of being born with a silver spoon in the mouth. He has never had to wait for anyone or anything and people can tell. Porchay can tell just by looking at him, standing next to the door and tapping the street with his foot as he looks intensely at Porchay still inside the car. So, before he would come to get him himself, Chay decides to step out.

The older leads the way and Porchay walks in as if it’s the first time he has come here. Behind the bar, Yok waits for them with an open laptop. Chay swallows.

The place is empty, obviously, it opens at 7 and it’s barely 5 in the afternoon. The sunlight still manages to fill the place from the open windows at the sides of the room, it feels warm inside but having Kimhan walk next to him at a hasty pace with a look on his face it’s cold as ice, the muscles of back contracted under his brown jacket, making him look a little taller than Porchay, so he decides to check him out.

He still has the sunglasses on when they walk in but Chay stays behind, looking at the back of his head, his hair in a failed intent of a ponytail, his shoulders looking wide and stiff, his arms at his sides, and his hands turned into fists. Kimhan is hot, that’s common knowledge. People still talk about him even when he finished his studies a year ago, he has seen pictures of him in panels and promotional posters but he never really cared enough to learn his last name, maybe he should have, if he did he could have saved them all of this mess.

That night, two weeks ago, he didn’t recognize him at first, not until he was right in front of him. No one really talked about‘P’Kim’wearing glasses so, at a distance, he just looked like a hot college student. When Chay laid eyes on him, when he saw him face to face, he couldn’t believe it. What was he doing in Yok’s bar? He’s known for clubbing in the richest part of the city but he didn’t question it, he just wanted a taste of what everyone fantasizes about.

Which turned out to be a little bit of hell for both of them.

But he has to admit that their kiss has been replaying in his mind since then, even when he has tried so hard not to. He can still taste him on his lips, feel his hands on his waist and hear his breath in his ear. He hates the fact that he lives up to his reputation and Porchay thought that he could play along. Maybe he can, he approached him first after all.

He shouldn’t be thinking all of this, not if he’s trying to make hia forget about the whole matter without having to admit some things about himself that he would rather keep to himself.

Porchay shakes his head. This is not the place nor the time to be remembering what happened at the back of that alley, especially not with Kim near at hand and Yok eyeing them both the second they stepped into the place.

“Mr. Theerapanyakul,” she says with her joyful voice. Porchay smiles just looking at her. “I presume you’re Nong Kinn’s little brother?”

Kim’s jaw clenches. That seems to bother him.

“I called you earlier for something.” He says with a deep tone and threatening eyes. “I will reward you for it, don’t have to worry”

Yok doesn’t flinch.

Oh, poor Kimhan.

Chay bites off his smile before Yok pushes the laptop aside and crosses her arms over the bar looking directly at him. Her expression has changed entirely. She looks irked like she’s dealing with a rebellious teenager and not an intimidating young man.

In all the years Porchay has gotten to know her, he has never seen her scared. Chay is not dumb, he knows how dangerous this part of the city is, he knows what his brother used to do before meeting P’Kinn, and he also knows that fights break all the time in the business when you deal with criminals and alcohol. He also knows that Yok always keeps a bat under the bar.

“I agreed to do you this favor because you’re Kinn’s little brother and because you’re bringing my baby with you but let me tell you something pretty boy, I already saw the video and I don’t think it will do much for you.”

With that, Yok walks to Porchay and holds his face before kissing both of his cheeks and asking him with her eyes if everything is okay at which Chay nods, because it is, so she nods in return, telling them she’d be at her office at the back. Porchay agrees to call her if he needs anything and watches her walk to the back of the back.

Kimhan huff and takes the open laptop, turning it over to have it displayed in front of him. A video file is open and Porchay feels his heart drop to his stomach when he recognizes the back of the alley on the screen.

Since when did the bar install cameras?

Kim smirks as he playfully takes off his sunglasses and plays the video. Porchay can feel his cheeks warming up as he waits for something to happen. It takes the longest two minutes of Chay’s life for the scenery to change and the door finally opens, Porchay can see himself walking out and Kimhan holding the door for him before coming to stand in front of Chay and hiding him in his frame after that one can only tell they’re kissing by Chay’s arms on Kim’s shoulders but nothing more.

The video it’s taken far away and there’s no audio. Whatever Kim was hoping to find with this video, he obviously didn’t get it. Porchay wants to laugh but he stops the video the second he sees his brother open the door, and turns to look at Kimhan.

“Fuck me, then.” He says to himself but Porchay can’t help but feel a shiver running down his spine.

Kimhan walks behind the bar and picks up a bottle of whiskey and pours himself a drink. Porchay frown as he sees him walking back and sitting in one of those tall chairs and drinking the whiskey at once. Before he could grab the bottle again, Porchay makes him turn around in the chair and struggles as he positions himself on his lap.

“What are you doing?!” he sounds mad but his hands help him stabilize holding his waist, “get off.”

Porchay should be scared. The tone of his voice and his gaze would be enough to scare anyone but he decides to put the strands of hair that falls on his face behind his ear and grab his waist with his legs. Something by the way he swallows tells him he wouldn’t dare to do anything to him. It could be because of his brother or maybe even Porsche, but something in his eyes tells Chay that it could also be for him.

“I already explain to Hia and P’Kinn.” He says slowly as if he’s talking with a kid, one that has his hands on his tights. “Why are you so worked up about this, P’Kim?” Chay asks, “P’Kinn said you’re always getting yourself in trouble.”

Porchay looks at him genuinely curious as his fingers wander on his face, making Kim close his eyes and let out a breathless sigh, “What is it this time, huh?” the younger scoffs, “Did P’Kinn take your credit cards?” he laughs and Kimhan tries to take him off of him, but Porchay hugs his shoulders and he tights up the grip on his waist with his legs.

“If Kinn already knows but he’s still mad at him that means this time, he is truly…”

Kimhan stops himself as if the mere idea of saying it out loud is worse than the thing itself, he avoids Chay’s eyes but he doesn’t need to look at him to know exactly what he’s thinking, what he feels because it has been his greatest fear too.

P’Kim fears he has disappointed his brother.

“You wouldn’t understand,” he decides to say and tries to push him away once more. “Get off.”

“But I do,” Porchay says in a whisper, gently touching Kim’s cheek to make him turn to look at him, “I don’t know what P’Kinn told you about us, but my hia took the role of raising me when he was a kid himself and I’ve been trying so hard to not do anything that would upset him, anything that woulddisappointhim.”

When their eyes meet again, Chay knows that’s exactly how Kim feels, his eyes have softened up and his lips are partly open like an invitation and Porchay decides to take it, slowly diving in.

“Kinn, what the fuck am I looking at?”

Before Porchay could even recognize his brother’s voice, his butt hits the floor and Kimhan is standing next to him.

“This is not-,” Kim hurries to speak only to be cut off by his brother

“Did you call us to meet you here because you wanted to show us what exactly?”

P’Kinn is wearing a grey suit with a white shirt with two buttons open under it, he has his hands in his pockets, and a tired look as he approaches Kim, and Porchay hurries to stand up but Porsche is already grabbing him by his side.

“Stop!” Porchay yells because he has lost control of the situation and he can’t let this go any further. “I have something to tell you, Hia.”

Before Porsche’s hand reaches his cheek, before he could even ask if he’s okay, Porchay starts talking. He tells him about the nights out and this new power he has discovered; he tells him about knowing Kim from rumors and photos but not knowing anything about his relationship with P’Kinn, he tells him about dragging Kim outside that night and how dumb it was. He tells Porsche no one seduced him, no one tricked him to follow him, and he tells him he was not at disadvantage.

And when it finally sinks in and Porsche looks at him again, Porchay feels like a piece of him is broken because his hia is looking at him in a way he has never done before. As if he doesn’t know him.

“I’m an adult, Hia.” Porchay whispers, tears filling his eyes.

“Yeah,” he says avoiding his glance, “you’re barely eighteen but you’re an adult now.” He turns to Kim, then and Chay holds his breath. “Sorry for all that-”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Kinn says grabbing his arm.

“No, we were antagonizing him when he was trying to show me that my little brother is not who I think he was,” he says looking at Kimhan before turning to his boyfriend. “Your brother is a spoiled asshole and my brother has been lying to me all along.”

“Hia,” Porchay cries out extending his arms to grab his brother’s wrist, making him turn to look at him.

“Are you really crying? Or are you putting up another show?”

“Porsche-” Kim tries to step in but stops when he sees the way older Kittisawasd looks at him.

“That’s enough, you’ve proven your point, you don’t need to come anywhere near my brother if it’s not necessary.”

And with that, Porsche drags Chay out of the bar. Porchay tries to hush his whimpers as his brother opens the back door of his boyfriend’s car and waits for him sited next to the driver’s seat. Ten minutes later, he finally comes out and starts driving to their house. No one says a thing and Chay feels like suffocating.

He finally did it. He made his worst nightmare come true.

*

It takes a month for things to go back to normal or the closest that they could get to that. They talked after the third day Porchay spent crying locked in his room because his hia refused to talk to him. Porsche told him then that he wasn’t upset that he was partying and meeting people, he was upset because he lied to him, he never told him he wanted to do those things, and because he was afraid of everything and everyone because no one loved Chay as much as he does and he didn’t want him to get hurt, because he couldn’t protect him.

Porchay apologized and cried until he had no more energy or voice in him, and slowly, it got better.

-

Kimhan has been feeling uneasy.

It’s new to him, he doesn’t think he has felt like this before. It’s strange, he can go on about his day completely normal, and then, out of the blue, he would feel like a heavy weight fell on his shoulders or he would feel this pressure on his chest that would make breathing a little hard. Maybe it was anxiety or the fact that he has been so busy lately that he couldn’t even take a couple of minutes to smoke a cigarette.

He also finds himself worrying in the middle of the night, keeping him from sleeping, it didn’t matter how tired he was. Kim couldn’t find a reason, mainly because he chose to ignore every time the same pair of doe eyes that appear when he closes his eyes, or that cheeky smile and rosy cheeks that make his fingertips itch.    

Everything was settled. He didn’t need to go around shaking things up with whatever was going on inside his mind. Kinn called it an unfortunate event that everyone was so desperate to put behind and act as if never happened. And Kim should be doing the same, but it’s almost like it’s out of his control, his face would randomly pop up in his mind and he would force himself to think of anything else.

So he did as the rest of the family did.

The younger brothers were caught up in a make-out session at the back of an alley? Yeah, never happened.

Kim certainly never tasted Porchay’s lips and found them incredibly sweet, his fingers never touched his soft cheeks and he never wanted to bite them, his hands never held his waist and his ears never caught him panting. And over all those things, he never heard Porchay consoling him, he never saw him genuinely cry in front of his brother because he didn’t want Kinn to be disappointed by the spoiled brat of a brother he has.

He just has to forget everything, there’s no point in reliving an incident everyone wants to leave in the past. Kim knows exactly why; he knows his older brother well enough to know he’s building a life with Porsche in the center of it all. This is not just a relationship, this is his future and Kim should not mess with it.

So he ignores it, his thoughts, his craving, and the eagerness he refuses to acknowledge. But everything goes to hell when Tankhun barges into the big salon one of the days he decides to visit the family house and announces the Kittisawasd will be joining them for dinner at Kinn’s birthday in three days.

Kimhan clears his throat and tries to not show interest the moment the last name leaves his brother’s lips but his neck turned to him before he could even register the information.

Kinn’s birthday dinners were excruciatingly tiresome. They were more of business meetings in some salon at one of their hotels, a lot of important people would attend and Kim would have to wear a very uncomfortable suit for around two hours before he flees. But this time, the dinner will be held in the main house and it will family only.

Maybe now his father would realize how serious Kinn is about Porsche, not like he looks for his approval but it’s more like recognition. Kim just hopes the evening goes well, seeing Porchay again has nothing to do with the way his heart starts to beat a bit faster.

-

It’s kind of ridiculous the way Kimhan keeps staring at the door waiting for people to come in from the dark corner in the salon that he has chosen to hide for the rest of the night when almost everyone is already there. He even sees his cousins walk in and he rolls his eyes before sipping his drink.

“Cousin,” he doesn’t see Macau approaching him until it’s too late to avoid him.

“I thought this was a family-only event,” Kim says without even looking at him, fixing his glasses over his nose.

“Your sense of humor is as nonexistent as the reason you wear those glasses.” The youngest of the Theerapanyakul caste says with a smile on his face and Kim has never wanted to punch him more than at this moment.

Maybe Macau knows that he can’t misbehave tonight.

“Get lost,” he whispers back with a smile on his lips.

“You know it’s your fault P’Porsche doesn’t want me to hang out with Chay alone anymore,” he whispers back and Kim can tell he’s mad.

“They never should’ve let you hang out with him in the first place,” Kim tilts his head to the side and then, something incredible happens in the room.

The door opens again and Kinn walks in with the biggest smile he has seen on his face until now. He’s holding Porsche’s hand and guiding him inside with Porchay following close behind. Vegas and his boyfriend walk to meet them in the middle and Tankhun run to them, hugging Chay tight enough to steal all the air in his lungs. Macau has disappeared from his side and now he’s grabbing Chay’s arm and dragging him to the other corner of the room.

 Kim watches the scene play out and he realizes that for the first time since their mother died, the big salon of the main house feels warm and content.

-

Kimhan and Porchay are sited at opposite sits of the table and he doesn’t know if it was intentional or just happened that way. Their father is at the head of the table and strangely enough, he’s smiling, making questions, and even laughing at something Porchay said but Kim couldn’t catch. If a stranger would walk in, they would appear to be the perfect family, all in sweaters and easy smiles, eating dessert and drinking white wine.

After everyone finished eating and left the dining room to return to the big salon, Kim started to receive curious looks from the guests, both his family members and Kinn’s friends. He pretends he doesn’t notice as he plays with the drink in his hand but he knows what all of them are thinking. Why is he still here? By this time, Kimhan would have already bailed from his brother’s celebration, especially if it was held in the main house.

But he couldn’t leave, not just yet at least.

Macau has been stuck by Chay’s side the whole night and Porsche steals glances at his brother from time to time, making it almost impossible for Kim to approach him. But then Porchay looks in his direction and then avoids his glance when he realizes Kimhan is already looking at him so he finally decides to finish his drink and walk to where his cousin and the youngest Kittisawasd are standing.

Kimhan rests his arm over Macau’s shoulder and he turns to him with a disgusted look on his face which he chooses to ignore. He’s not even looking at him, his eyes are fixed on Porchay’s face and if he didn’t know better he would think the blush on his cheeks is because of him and not the four glasses of wine that he’s been drinking. Not that Kim has been counting.

“How’ve you been…Macau?” Kim asks without even sparing a glance at his cousin.

“Huh?” he answers.

“Did I tell you, Macau, that everything is fine with Hia now? Not like before but we’re getting there. Rebuilding trust and all that.” Porchay says, touching Macau’s arm, making him turn to look at the youngest.

“Yes, you did.” He answers almost like he’s making a question, “after crying for like a week and then being grounded for like a month.” He can’t say another word because Chay hits his stomach with his elbow making him lean in holding his waist. 

“It was only three days.” Porchay smiles patting Macau in the back.

“I’m sure Macau is glad that everything worked out in the end,” Kim says, softly, fixing his glasses again as he looks down at Chay, ignoring his cousin coughing, almost gasping for air.

“It’s not like you’re not allowed to talk to each other, jeez!”

And now everyone is looking at them. Porchay has his eyes wide open and Kim feels that maybe it’s time to leave, so he does. He nods at Chay and then to his brother before walking to him and wishing him a good rest of the night. Kimhan avoids Porsche’s eyes as he exits the room and goes to the garage for his car.

He doesn’t notice the smile on his face until he arrives at his apartment.

*

It wasn’t Porchay’s intention to go out tonight. It wasn’t his plan when he told his hia he was going to Macau’s to spend the night watching movies and playing games, it kind of came out of nowhere and now they were in this underground exclusive club Macau got access, something that won’t be repeating itself in at least the next two years, so they had to go. And there they are, drinks in hand trying to walk in between the sweaty and intoxicated bodies before the artist of the night performs.

“This is like a whole show,” Macau screams in his ear so Porchay can hear him over the music. “Even celebrities perform here.”

Porchay is excited, maybe sneaking out from Macau’s room on the second floor will be worth it. People start screaming when someone walks up on stage with a microphone on hand and a charismatic smile. Chay doubts him to be the artist of the night but cheers with everyone else nevertheless.

“And now…” The announcer says loudly into the microphone with a smirk on his face, “to make all your little fantasies come true, the house’s favorite rockstar… WIK!” and then, he steps down the stage.

“You have to be kidding me,” Macau huffs. “All the trouble for this?”

The lights go off and everyone holds their breath.

“Why?” Porchay whispers to Macau, “you don’t like him?”

His best friend turns to look at him in shock. “You don’t know who WIK is?”

“I don’t think I have heard him yet,” Chay says, shaking his head in confusion.

“Oh, Chay,” Macau puts an arm over Porchay’s shoulders, “We both know who he is.”

The lights go on with a strident noise and then, in the middle of the stage, Kimhan Theerapanyakul stands tall and proud. His hair is down and his glasses are gone. He looks majestic, unreachable and now Porchay can understand why people in his university keep talking about him, why they haven’t moved on. Looking at him in that colorful tank top and that silky black shirt over it, he’s breathtaking and his brain may have stopped working because he can’t really tell what’s happening in his surroundings, he doesn’t feel a thing, he doesn’t hear a thing until Kim lifts the microphone to his lips.

When he starts singing, Porchay thinks he could lose his mind. If he turns around and tells anyone that he has kissed this man, that he has sat on his lap and played with his hair, no one would believe him. Right now, he doesn’t even believe it himself.

He knew Kimhan graduated from the music department but seeing him like this on a stage moving around, dancing to the beat, and singing the words almost like whispers is making things to Chay’s body. He feels tingling from his toes to his ears, his throat is dry and his hands are itching. This WIK persona is intoxicating and Porchay feels drunk without even haven’t taken two sips of his drink.

Chay can’t take his eyes off the stage in front of him, so he doesn’t really know when Macau disappear or if he even let him know where he was going but now he’s surrounded by strangers and one of them has his hand on his hip and they are moving to the beat of Kim’s song, one he hasn’t heard before. Well, he hasn’t heard any of WIK’s songs before, and for some reason, he feels grateful for that because now he’s lost in the music, in Kim’s words and the melody that makes him feel like floating.

His knees feel like giving up when Kim screams‘Baby, it’s you’in a high pitch, making Chay feel warm everywhere. The stranger's hand wanders over his chest and his waist but Porchay doesn’t seem to care, he leans into his body and holds his weight by the back of this man’s neck and feels heavy breathing on the crack of his neck where it meets his shoulder and then sloppy lips at the back of his ear. For a second, Porchay can swear he locks eyes with Kim.

Porchay closes his eyes and Kim’s voice fills up his mind as this stranger turns him around and catches his lips in a rough kiss. Chay lets him have his way for a few seconds before slightly punching him away and turning around, to look at Kim. The stranger hugs his waist and sings Kim’s songs back to his ear, but his voice almost insults the man they have in front of their eyes.

The next couple of songs passes in a blur. Chay feels like a fifteen-year-old in a concert and he even pouts when Kimhan leaves the stage, letting the air in his lungs out as if he was holding it the whole time. The colorful lights are gone and the generic club music plays on but Porchay is still on a high, too much energy in his feet and his fingertips to do something other than jump around with everyone else.

The stranger positions himself in front of Chay with a grin. He’s not bad looking but after seeing people like the Theerapanyakul, no one else can compare. He does looks around his brother’s age, he's muscular and tall, his back is big enough to cover all of Chay’s frame and, somehow, that excites Porchay so he keeps jumping, singing whatever song it’s playing right now.

The guy entertains Chay for a couple of minutes before grabbing his wrist and dragging him away from the crowd and around the club. Porchay is still a little dizzy from the sudden movement but he can recognize any hall that leads to the restrooms, so he pulls the guy into a kiss, leaning his back against the wall. He is not thinking of going further tonight.

Porchay feels his hands trying to go under his shirt and his tongue trying to break the barrier of his teeth and he starts to feel uncomfortable. He pushes him away but he doesn’t catch a hint, instead, he kisses his cheeks, leaving a trace of saliva and scrapping the skin of his cheek and neck with his stubble.

Before he could put his hands on the man’s shoulders to get him off of him, he’s been pulled away and smacked into the wall in front of him.

Kimhan is shorter than the nameless man but he manages to lift him from the collar of his shirt. Porchay is still trying to catch his breath to make any sense of what’s happening at the moment. He cannot see Kim’s face but he can see the grip on the green shirt, he can see his messy hair and his muscles through his silky shirt and Chay doesn’t know what he’s feeling right now.

“What the fuck, man?” he struggles but can’t break apart Kim’s grip, “this won’t look good on you if I go online to tell everyone about it.”

“And you making out with a minor, does?” the man open his eyes wide and looks at Chay in surprise.

Kimhan drops him to the floor and gets up going back to the club.

“I’m an adult,” Porchay says under his breath.

Yes, he did want the man off of him, but that doesn’t mean he wanted Kim’s help, much less if he was going to act like Porchay is a defenseless kid that has no idea where he is.

“Huh,” he scuffs, “Yeah, barely.” He laughs, dusting off his hands as if they got dirty from touching that man, “does Porsche know you’re here?”

He turns around and Chay wants to smack himself in the head for gasping. Kimhan looks gorgeous all shiny from the light coat of sweat on his face, his red lips, and his hair all over the place.  Porchay can see his silhouette under his clothes and he wants totouch. But he swallows to keep his mouth busy and doesn’t spit out gibberish.

“You’re just like Hia,” Chay accuses and Kimhan frowns, “but you’re not my brother, so leave me alone!”

For the first time since he has met Kim, he’s scared. The way he’s looking at him, the way he’s approaching him, Porchay wants to step back but his back already touches the wall. When his hands cover the whole of the back of his neck, lifting his head to look at him, Chay feels a shiver run down his spine and suddenly, all of his body is warm.

“What are you doing here, huh?” he asks, his thumb pulling his abused lower lips. “Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

Porchay frowns because he doesn’t understand.How could he possibly do that?But he does the only thing he can do when Kim gets so close that their chests touch. He shakes his head as he squirms between Kim and the wall but he doesn’t move an inch.

Then, Kimhan’s glance changes, the anger slowly leaves turning into something else, and if Porchay didn’t know better, he would’ve thought it was longing. But his grip loses enough to caress his cheek and Chay’s heart starts beating too fast for him to catch up, so his brain doesn’t register what comes out of his mouth.

“You were amazing up there,” is a whisper and it’s delivered right on Kim’s lips making him smirk.

Of course, he knows he is.

“Yeah?” he smiles, “Did you like it?”

Porchay nods fervently, biting his lips and Kim rests his head on his shoulders letting out a quivering sigh.

“I didn’t know,” he says shivering when he feels Kimhan’s breath over his neck, his jawline, his lips. “You were WIK.” Chay closes his eyes the moment Kim hugs his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Did you know about WIK?” Kim asks and his lips finally touch his cheek. Porchay shakes his head and grabs Kim’s silky shirt into his fist. “Which was your favorite song, Chay?”

“The first one,” he answers and maybe he’s dreaming just like all the other nights he has found himself dreaming about Kimhan. Perhaps none of this is real and he has free will to do as he pleases.

Kim stops the butterfly kisses all over his face and Chay opens his eyes, he doesn’t realize he’s pouting until Kimhan chuckles and pulls his lips apart with his thumb.

“And why is that,baby?”

Porchay whimpers and they both freeze before Kimhan gives up completely, grabbing Chay’s head and bringing it closer until their lips collide. Porchay opens his mouth and welcomes all of Kim in, he intertwines his fingers in his hair and pulls. Kim’s hands are warm on his back and Porchay leans closer craving everything that Kimhan allows him to have.

It’s embarrassing the way he’s behaving right now, he’s all crying and messy, pulling clothes and hair but wanting Kim closer, he whimpers and squirms and calls his name when Kimhan starts kissing his neck and his shoulders. Porchay feels small and soft even when Kim is not that much taller than him. He grabs his face and pulls him closer to kiss again.

“Oh, shit.” But then, he hears Macau’s voice and pushes him away with every bit of force he has left in his body.

“This is not what you think,” Porchay rushes to say, all swallowed lips and shaky hands.

“This is exactly what you think,” Kimhan says beside him, hoarse voice and deathly stare. “Now get the fuck lost.”

And Macau reconsiders but the screen of his phone lights up and a worried look takes over his face, he turns his phone to Chay.

“P’Porsche has been calling me for the last forty minutes,” Chay feels his heart sinking. “He called P’Pete because you weren’t answering and he went to look for us in my room.”

Porchay holds his breath. “We’re fucked.” Macau nods taking Chay’s wrists and pulling him but they’re stopped by Kim.

“Wait,” he breathes out, his eyes looking at every corner of Porchay’s face.

Chay smiles at him, softly, secretly before pulling him in for a last kiss.

“Later,” he says and then he lets Macau drag him out of the club.

[nekoannie-chan]

Secrets Chapter 13: Recruiting the Captain

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC, Brock Rumlow X OFC.

Word count: 1495 words.

Summary: Sometimes keeping secrets can be dangerous or a heavy burden, which is what Kathleen has been doing for years. She will also be in charge of guiding Steve Rogers into this century; meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be looking for a way to kick-start the Avengers Initiative by integrating her as one of the superheroes, but that won't be the only danger they face.

Warnings: Jealous.

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A month had already passed since the fight that night. They went to the cafeteria that Steve usually goes to. The blonde waitress that always serves him didn't look very happy to see him arrive with someone else, specifically with a woman. They occupied one of the tables outside, which was the one that Steve always chose.

"So, this is one of the places you often come to," commented Kathleen as Steve raised an eyebrow. "You read the files," he said as he nodded toward Stark Tower.

The waitress approached them, and with a smile and a flirtatious look, she took Steve's order and reluctantly took Kathleen's, while Kath held back her laughter as she listened to the waitress' thoughts.

"Her name is Beth, and she likes you," she said to Steve with a hint of jealousy.

"You shouldn't read other people's minds," the soldier scolded her.

"I know, besides, didn't you see how I looked, if you heard what I was thinking you would laugh too, she thinks we are boyfriend and girlfriend or something " the woman smiled mischievously.

"No, Kath, don't even think about it; I may not be able to read your mind, but I know you," he warned her, and she pursed her lips.

"Do you like him?" asked the woman with a hint of jealousy and venom.

"Are you jealous?"

Why should I be? "I only care about you," she cursed mentally. She couldn't let him realize it when even she didn't understand what she was feeling.

After taking what they ordered, they went to the gym, where Steve had signed up for the motorcycle that S.H.I.E.L.D. had provided for the soldier. Now Kathleen was calmer to see that he was riding something rare or dangerous.

A few nights later, the doorbell rang several times, and the mutant went to open the door, sure that Steve had forgotten the keys again; however, she got a big surprised to see Fury at the entrance with a scary, serious face.

"Uncle Nick, is something wrong?" She was absolutely sure that something bad had happened; it was too late for it to simply be a courtesy visit, especially since she knew well that if he showed up in person himself, it was definitely not a good thing, so she let him in.

"We lost the Tesseract; I need you and Rogers to get it back," Nick reported, and she bit her lip nervously. "Kitty, where the hell is Rogers?" Fury had enough problems without adding to them, and the last thing he needed was to have lost the Soldier.

"In a gym, boxing I guess," she rolled his eyes. "He's got a habit of doing that and spending hours in there; we need to go get him," she said as she grabbed her bag and climbed into the van with Fury.

"So, you plan to start Project Avengers, even though the council cancelled it.” Turn right at the light," Kathleen said to see if she understood what Fury was planning. "So, Project Insight..." She knew that this project was a replacement for the other one.

"It will go on; you must make sure that the first part is a success; I will take care of the board," the director assured her as he turned around as the woman had indicated.

"Does my aunt know about all this?" She asked, and Fury nodded, "Do you think all that is enough to stop him if he were to come?" Does Loki work for him? She looked at him curiously, still not quite understanding the strategy.

"I'm almost certain that Loki works for him, as well as Thor, and that they will come too. I hope so, but if not, if things get complicated, we can call her. "Are you still talking to her?" He turned to see the woman.

"Of course, although to be honest, I miss her; it's been a while since the last time I saw her; she's in the next block," he answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Have you mentioned any of this to Rogers?" He stopped the car and grabbed her arm before she got out.

"No, no one must know anything about this; that has been made very clear to me, and the only thing that worries me is if things don't go as we expect them to," he said, and they both looked at each other and got out of the car.

Kathleen decided to wait outside. Maybe Fury could convince Steve; as far as she knew, he didn't want to fight again, and he still hadn't decided what he wanted to do with his life. She checked her cell phone; she wanted to know if Brock had texted her about it. There was nothing, and with that, she verified that Nick hadn't told anyone else. She sighed when she saw him leave alone; she didn't convince him.

"I'll go convince him, I know exactly what to tell him, Uncle Nicky, we'll be at the Helicarrier tomorrow, don't forget to send someone for us," she put her hand on Fury's arm.

"What if he doesn't accept?” He seems upset," Nick replied.

"He'll accept it, even if I have to manipulate his mind a bit for that. Leave it in my hands." He let go of Fury and went to catch up with Steve.

"Hey, it's time to go home," he said with an innocent tone.

"You're not going to convince me, Kath," he said, turning to face her with his arms crossed.

"I haven't told you anything; let's just go home; it's late," he smiled, making a scolded puppy face.

Steve sighed and motioned for her to follow him to where he had left the bike. He helped her up and felt her blush as she leaned her head on his back.

"Stevie, do you really not want to participate?" She said, using a tone somewhere between sweet and slightly womanish, "Stark is going to participate too.” Don't you want to meet him?" she asked. "And there will also be other interesting people," she added, looking at him innocently.

Kathy, don't start. He stopped when he saw the file on the tablet she was offering him; someone had tried to replicate the serum he had been injected with. "Do you really think it could be useful?” Tell me the truth," he said, taking her arm to look her straight in the eyes.

"Of course, I do, besides, the world deserves to know that Captain America did not die and is still protecting the world, in case someone thinks of doing something crazy again," she let go of his grip, she was not planning to say that, but she was not so conscious of what she was saying because she felt nervous to have him so close.

"Are you going to participate too?" she asked him.

"Yes, my powers could be useful, they're coming for us early tomorrow morning to take us to the others, I think you have a lot of reading to catch up on," she handed the files to the Captain. By the way, Steve "she called and he looked up. “Don’t think that Stark is the same as his father when you knew him; in fact, I think that even his father changed a lot, and both of them made enough enemies that almost nobody wants to work with them because of the things they did, so don't get your hopes up too high," she informed him, and he looked at her confused and nodded.

"Kath, I will participate." He pulled out the files she had gotten for him some time ago. How did he die? She showed him Howard's file.

"A car accident on his way to the airport with his wife," he answered, looking at the other file. "Did you love her?" A part of her feared she knew the answer.

"She's the first woman who didn't reject me or look at me with disgust before I was injected with the serum; isn't she beautiful?" She looked at the woman.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Steve," she replied bitterly. "Are you sure she loved you?" He had always suspected there was something dark about Carter, not to mention everything she knew.

"Yes... I guess, she waited for her ideal mate," he didn't understand Kathleen's position.

"If I had been her, I wouldn't have married someone else, much less if they didn't find your body without knowing if you were alive or not." Kathleen felt how anger and jealousy took over her body. She tried not to show any emotion on her face. "But well, you should read those files; you need to know all that information for our mission." She came closer to kissing him on the cheek, suddenly feeling how tears were accumulating in her eyes. She went to her bedroom, leaving Steve in the living room with the documentation.

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[spicykaraage]

Tenipuri Complete Character Profile - Kazuya Tokugawa

[PROFILE]

Birthday: July 27th (Leo)

Blood Type: AB

Birthplace: Ehime

Relatives: Grandfather, Grandmother, Father, Mother, Older Sister

Father’s Occupation: Diplomat

High School: Unknown

Grade: Second Year

Committee: Student Council (President)

Strong Subjects: Physics, Geology

Weak Subjects: Art

U-17 Training Camp Position & Rank: Second String | Court 1

World Cup Team: U-17 World Cup Japanese Representatives

Favorite Motto: “To see what is right and not to do it is want of courage.”

Hobbies: Snowboarding, yachting, watching dolphins [TP]

Favorite Color: Ultramarine

Favorite Book: The Analects of Confucius

Favorite Food: Japanese food (especially natto), protein, tomatoes [TP], chicken breast [TP]

Favorite Anniversary: The day he won his first trophy

Preferred Type: He doesn’t think about it

Ideal Date Spot: Yachting in Auckland Harbour

His Gift for a Special Person: “I would like to discuss and decide it with you.”

Where He Wants to Travel: Marina del Rey

What He Wants Most Right Now: A new snowboard ➜ A wetsuit [23.5]

Dislikes: Carbonated drinks, popping candy ice cream [TP]

Skills Outside of Tennis: Waking up early, fingertip handstands

Routine During the World Cup: Early morning running

[DATA]

Height: 189cm

Weight: 79kg ➜ 71kg [23.5]

Dominant Arm: Left

Vision: 1.2 Left & Right

Play Style: All-Rounder

Signature Moves: 10 Ball Strike, Black Hole, Premonition (not a technique), Howling, Sixth Sense, Divine Path of the Asura

Favorite Brands:

Racket: BRIDGESTONE X-BLADE FORCE 3.15MID PLUS

Shoes: Prince PRO HOLD TOUR IV CG

Overall Rating: Speed: 4.5 / Power: 4.5 / Stamina: 4.5 / Mental: 4.5 / Technique: 4.5 / Total: 22.5

Kurobe Memo: “After suffering a major setback, he rapidly improved to the point where he’s able to hit his 10 Ball Strike with ease. The biggest concern right now is if he’s severely injured after taking a blow in the abdomen from Byoudouin…”

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Locker at the U-17 Training Camp:

Wristband // He has a white and black one

Snowboarding magazine // He is so skilled at snowboarding that he will spend whole winters just in the mountains. He buys a magazine every month during the season

Sports drink // He made it himself

Supplements // They change each day depending on his condition

What’s in His Travel Bag:

Laundry detergent // He washes everyone’s clothes and will neatly fold them

[TRIVIA]

The Prince of Tennis II Official Character Guide: PairPuri Vol. 8 | Publication Date: 08/04/2011

He plays practice matches with Oni during his free time

He has a large motorcycle license and his own motorcycle

The Prince of Tennis II 10.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 09/04/2013

He is on bad terms with Byoudouin

He has taken a liking to Ryoma since he’s always wanted a younger brother. He’s lately been feeling a sense of rivalry with Ryoga since he feels as if he’s taking Ryoma, a favorite person of his, away from him

He was not aware of Ryoma or Atobe while he was abroad

The Prince of Tennis II 23.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 05/02/2018

The girl he had picked up on the beach is still in touch with him. He was forced to give his contact info and she messages him often, while he messages her back every now and then

He was in Paris before being invited to the training camp

The Prince of Tennis 20th Anniversary Book: Tenipuri Party | Publication Date: 08/02/2019

His ideal relationship is one where he and his partner are practically married

When he tries thinking of his ideal type, he gives up and states it’s too much of a bother

He, Oni and Irie spend their vacations together. The previous summer, they had went camping together and discussed their thoughts and feelings about the World Cup around a campfire

He is the only person who will go along with Irie’s performances due to him being so serious that he cannot tell it’s an act

One of His Off Days at the Training Camp:

5:00am - Wakes up, stretches, then goes on a run

6:00am - Does laundry, cleans his and Irie’s room and tries not to wake Irie up

7:30am - Breakfast (a Japanese meal with natto and grilled fish)

8:30am - Voluntary strength training

12:00pm - Lunch (including a large quantity of bread that Irie baked)

1:00pm - Voluntary stamina training

2:30pm - Rests, puts a towel over a sleeping Ryoma

4:00pm - Bathes, looks after an overheated Inui

6:00pm - Dinner (sautéed chicken breast and tomato salad)

8:30pm - Gets a massage

9:00pm - Relaxes while reading yacht magazines

10:30pm - Prepares for tomorrow, then goes to bed