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felswritingfire · 4 years ago

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First Parent up is Horkeu Kamui! I hope these satiates those who requested for him for a bit, I’m still getting a feel for his character!

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Horkeu Kamui

IF YOU WANTED TO HAVE/RAISE BABIES, HE’D BE SO HONORED ABOUT IT

He’d probs go off into a spiel about it and you’d have to sit through this hour long talk of him shooting off about how humbled he is that “you’ve chosen this Horkeu Kamui to sire your children, my Hero- it is the highest honor-”

He’d probs end up with with three little babies, all of them boys, the oldest is two years older than the twins and all of them are extremely overprotective of you when they get older

He’s ecstatic when you bring home your first boy. He’s always been enamored with the thought of a family and now here’s the start of one with his beloved hero. He’s honestly euphoric about it

You’d think that he'd be an amazing dad with zero problems since he’s had a history of raising heroes- but, here’s the thing, he has zero clue how babies work because when he gets the heroes, they’re usually all older then, you know, little kiddos. So when you hand him your guys’ first boy for the first time, he just, let’s him lay in his arms too afraid to move because what if he drops him????

You have to lead him by the hand for a bit, which he’s a little embarrassed about, real talk, until he gets the hang of it- which he does, he gets it real quick

He’ll try his best with diapers, but,,, my guy- the dude has a sniffer, what, 100xs better than ours??? So like, he’s coming out of that shit (haha) with tears in his eyes and a migraine. So I suggest you doing it just to spare him and then just comfort him afterward, because a Kamui who’s in pain is… well, painful to see

He does everything else tho!

He loves dressing your babies up in general! He gets these really cute baby clothes that Bathym designed just for your babies, even tho your first boy would always give him grief about wearing clothes- which killed Kamui because he hates doing stuff that makes your babies uncomfy (he’s really soft for them- like extremely soft for them)

Your twins tho, love wearing the clothes and he actively sends pictures of them to Bathym who literally flips his lid everytime

Your older one will try to pull said clothes off of them any chance he gets though, in his two year old words: “Trapped!”

Kamui is distressed and you laugh at his distress, which just distresses him even more because:

“My Hero, are you taking a video of this?” “Yes” You say as you continue to hold up your phone, a bright smile on your face.

He’s struggling with pulling your biggest boy off of your youngest son who’s fighting to keep his shirt on.

With your guys’ babies, they slept in their crib until they started figuring out how to crawl out of it (especially when they all respectively start walking) to get to you guys; you thought that this was just going to be a trend with your first born- but no, he started breaking out the twins and you two almost shit when you both woke up when you felt shifting on the end of the bed that ended up crawling up until your guys’ chest, Kamui tensing, and then you two open your guys’ eyes and there’s three sets of sparkling eyes staring down at you. Suffice to say, Kamui almost launched your boys into the ceiling until he realised who they were. Which they were giggling all the while, your oldest holding the other two up by their waists, until your youngest yawned and flopped down in between you two. And then your middle boy went right after and then your oldest boy rolled your middle out of the way and squashed him up to your youngest, proceeding to curl up against Kamui’s side and knocked out

You and Kamui looked at each other until you shrugged and grabbed the blanket at the end of your bed and pulled it over the boys before you snuggled deeper into the blankets. Kamui promptly followed your lead

When they turn to toddlers, Kamui starts to teach them all how to fight since he wants his boys to be able to protect themselves (and you)

Your first born is, of course, two years ahead of them in his training compared to the twins so he takes it upon himself to help them when they need it so that their papa doesn’t have to worry about them too much, which Kamui is so proud of him for

When he he first took them to the Berserkers colosseum- they uprooted EVERYTHING because all of the gladiators went bat shit crazy when they met the babies; nobody went to do any of the fights, they were all derailed because everyone wanted to say hi to the boys

Kamui was a little worried about his oldest because he almost bit Claude’s hand when he tried to touch his youngest brother, but Claude just laughed it off and started into a spiel about how he would make a great gladiator for the Berserkers one day!

It all changed when he noticed Snow and he screamed and rushed to hug his leg. Snow was shocked and Kamui was trying to pry him off his leg all while saying “Apologies, I should have warned you all, he loves lions and other such big cats.”

Snow was so flattered that day

The boys are enamored with Pollux and they cheer every time he’d show off his punches, your middle thinks he’s one of the coolest things ever and wants to learn how to punch like him

Bathym already knows the boys but he’s still so excited to see them and he shows off his moves too, which the oldest tries to copy but he refuses to let go of Snow’s pant leg so he ends up slipping and almost falling but there’s, like, four different sets of hands shooting to keep him from falling; but your youngest is hoping around and toddling towards Bathym and Bathym is MELTING. He ends up holding him the entire time that Kamui is there with them

They meet Nomad and Macan and your oldest is determined to hold onto all of the cat therians; Nomad complains as he lets him hold onto his pant leg too- Macan he has to be convinced a bit more. “Hah? You wanna get eaten, kid?”

“Not if I eat you first!”

Kamui almost shit until Macan laughed and wrapped his tail around his arm (which left him sparkly eyed) and said: “you can’t even if you tried.”

Your middle boy noticed this and decided to grab onto papa’s tail and Kamui almost died

All three end up meeting Garmr and they are IN LOVE with him and Garmr gets all the pets and love he could ever want

They’re all sad to leave and the Berserkers force Kamui to make a promise to bring the three babies back

Kamui is happy too because now he has like, 20 different babysitters. Score.

When they hit the tween years, your oldest is very boisterous and energetic, he bounces off the walls and you have no idea which one of you he got that from. Your other two are very calm, though your youngest is the shyest out of your boys

Your oldest boy is very popular and definitely joins a sports club, something like football, but he definitely goes into wrestling if they have that (he practices with Uncle ‘Suke who makes him a mask for him, but instead it’s wolf themed). He’s protective of his brothers and the people he cares for, so he doesn’t put up with any bullying on his watch. He will square up if he has too, but it usually doesn’t have to come to that because he’s pretty chill by the end of it

The oldest comes to Kamui when he needs help with emotional problems, which, might not be the best, but it also is an added oof for Kamui because your oldest has zero filter so when he asks why you have to pee into a girl to have a baby, Kamui almost DIES

Your middle flits between you and Kamui, luckily he is not one to just hit you with any off the wall questions, so it’s all nice and relaxed when you answer his questions

The little one goes to you with any of his problems. Which can go either way because he’s very similar to Kamui with his social skills, so you’re sometimes sitting there blinking at him trying to figure out how to answer a question

The boys at this point are becoming more and more protective of you and they are determined to keep you safe and happy. Like, any person even thinks about flirting with you- they’re getting three tweens in their face and it’s terrible because they could all snap a man’s back over their knee and they’re only, what? 13 and 11 respectively (they are huge baby bois, adopted or not)

Your twins are both much calmer than their older brother, they’re also much closer to their dad’s disposition too, so they tend to be closer to wall flowers- or at least they try; their big brother drags them into the spotlight a lot because he talks about them ALL THE TIME- so they have to put up with their brother’s rambunctiousness a lot

All three of them have a tendency to get in trouble together, your oldest usually runs head first into things while the other two are trying their hardest to get him to not do what he wants to do

There was this one time you and Kamui had to go and get them at three in the morning because your oldest dragged the boys into, what they thought was an abandoned fake haunted house, and your youngest twin called you in near tears as he quickly screeched that: “THE HOUSE IS ACTUALLY HAUNTED- THE HOUSE IS ACTUALLY HAUNTED- MOM/DAD/NANO- COME AND GET US-” And then the message cut out at the sound of your oldest son screaming bloody murder and your oldest twin… also distantly screaming: “DAD. COME AND GET US-” You also heard some… growling??? And more screaming????? You think???? Anyway- you almost shit, and since you were in the living room at the time and Kamui was in your guys’ little home gym you both ended up almost running into each other trying to get out of the house and into the fucking car-

So, you two get there, ready to murder someone- when you see all three of your boys sitting in front of said “haunted house” just to see Benten of all people yelling at them with Ebisu holding his face in his hands; turns out Benten also thought that the house is haunted and decided to go in their for a video, she also dragged the poor man into it too, and they ended up bumping into a dresser and knocking it over, which set off the boys which caused your son to start swinging, which kicked up a whole bunch of dust, almost got Ebisu punched in the face, and caused Benten to start swinging as well-

Long story short, they were very grounded after that 😔😔😔

By the time they get into high school, your oldest is still loud and boisterous but he’s already on the verge of getting a scholarship for his football and Wrestling and the twins have really committed to their passion: which is MUSIC!

Your oldest twin is in band and plays the French Horn, but he also plays the violin and Bass (Kamui really likes the bass so he learned how to play it just for him ); while your youngest is in choir! Him and his brother get together and do a mini concert just for you two and their older brother- who cried whenever they first played, he was so proud

Their older brother still brags about his little family- it’s actually gotten worse

All of his friends know almost everything about you guys, it’s kinda freaky tbh

Also, you will never forgive Kamui for instilling the instinct to protect you with their lives because they really take their job seriously

There was this one time where your oldest brought one of his friends over and, aw, poor boy had a big ol’ crush and you and almost got chucked through a window when he tried to be smooth with you by three different giant boys

Kamui just sat with a serene smile on his face as he flipped some pancakes- he’s such a little shit, you swear-

Your boys still like to be near your guys despite being older- like they prefer sticking to you guys than going with their friends

UM, YOUR BOYS TRAIN- despite the boys not focusing on a fighting career or anything of the sort, they still like to be able to stand on par with their big brother so they can help him train- WITH THE RANKERS AND CLAUDE HAD TO REALLY SELL YOU TWO ON IT TO LET HIM TRAIN WITH MACAN BECAUSE, BRO, IF MACAN HURT YOUR BOYS HE WAS GONNA BE TURNED INTO A TIGER RUG BY THE BOTH OF YOu

But he’s actually a really good teacher??? Which shook the fuck out of both of you (and Nomad)

Speaking of that, your oldest likes training with him, Snow and Nomad the most, while your oldest twin likes training with Pollux and your youngest likes learning from Bathym the most and has some scary ass kicks now

When your boys do graduate, all of the Berserkers are there to see it and Kamui is so proud of them- he’s not one to cry but he will have this super proud smile on his face and he’ll bring his boys into his arms and squeeze them real tight- your oldest is full on sobbing because he doesn’t want to leave you guys for college; the twins are also sobbing because they don’t want to leave, but they end up going to the same college as their older brother (who is excited AS FUCK ABOUT IT)

Another really good dad, I think he’d be really fulfilled by the end of it all- he loves his boys to death and he’s so happy you chose to have a family with him- he’s just- ah- so good

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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PARTY FAVOURS I A THIRSTY INTERLUDE

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Bun Bun at 2:30 AM posting: This is 110% pornography. I wrote that when I was feeling extra thirsty over Tony and his Nano suit so yeah... A bit of choking a bit of mild suit bondage. Daddy kink 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 BDSM themes. Humor & porn. Has minimal correlation with the story and can be read as standalone smut-shot. Inspired by this NSFW tik tok audio (headphones!).

"OH MY GOD, NO! NO, NO, SHIT, FUCK, NO!"

"Princess, what's wrong?" Steve's worried voice rang high in the kitchen, followed by an alarming clattering of the dishes against the sink. "Are you hurt?" He didn't even remark on my use of profanity, which meant I'd startled the Captain for sure. He appeared in the doorway ready to fight, run; his eyes immediately drawn to his shield in the corner.

"Only what's left of my dignity," I sighed.

"Oh, okay," He visibly sagged, tension leaving his voice and his body. "What happened?"

I inhaled several times, feeling heat creep up my neck and blossom on my cheeks. It took a lot, and I mean A LOT, to make me feel embarrassed enough to fumble my words and palm my face but that was exactly what I did. "Well, umm... Tony found a couple of thirst tweets. Mine, from my sophomore year. And uh, retweeted them." I thought I'd cleaned up my social media quite well, actually. My fingers twitched remembering manually sorting through thousands of posts. Apparently, my fingers weren't clever enough.

Steve snorted, evidently having had someone tell him what a thirst tweet was. He, however, did not understand the sheer mortification that I would be subjected to at the hands of Tony. And my classmates. And Peter, oh my God. Natasha and Wanda too, probably. And Loki.

I. Was. Toast.

"How bad was it?" Bucky piped up, finally having dealt with the mini laughter fit.

"Not worse than what you two get up to in the gym when you think nobody is home," I immediately retorted in hopes of avoiding teasing from the metal-armed man. He would take the chance, of course, he would.

"Oof, I'm sorry, doll," Bucky whistled sympathetically. And promptly pulled out his phone, to, what I assumed, see the offending social media posts for himself. I assumed correctly. Bucky was bent over laughing in no time - was it my doing or did Tony's own commentary on them that made the whole situation so hilarious to the gramps on steroids?

"I will light you on fire," I seethed but remained where I was standing. There was no point in doing anything about them now. Screenshots were probably already being saved on everybody's devices.

Steve peeped over his boyfriend's shoulder, chuckling. "You had a crush on Tony? That's embarrassing, doll." He had the audacity to give me an innocent smile before returning to his dishwashing.

"Punk, I don't know if - and I quote: Not to be That Girl™ - it's trademarked, by the way - but Tony Stark could hit it and quit it and I wouldn't even be mad - qualifies as a crush." Bucky pointed out, the sound of his voice being drowned out by Steve's guffaws. "And this one definitely does not qualify for it to be a romantic setting. Listen: I'm not a fucking bottom, okay?.. there are seventeen question marks. But, like, can Tony Stark choke me in one of his Iron Man suits - nine more question marks." Bucky joined his partner's laughter, unable to continue.

I was literally on fire. My face burned, my hands shook. I had the strongest urge to stick my index fingers in my ears and loudly yell "la-la-la" until both fossils ceased to roast me like I was some sort of holiday brisket. "I hate you. I will burn... The heart... Out of you," I seethed.

"O-oh, honey bu-un, da-arling..." I heard Tony's sing-song voice happily calling for me. Too happily. Not good.

I had literal seconds to get myself scarce out of this situation. I'd already avoided the dozen text messages, two calls in hopes the engineer would drop the topic and go back to his Big Bad Science Project. I had underestimated his persistent desire to cause chaos and his terrible, no-good sense of humor.

It was fun and games when we teamed up to prank our friends. I just never expected for the tables to be turned this way, y'know? Betrayal of the highest quality. The turntables had been turned - decidedly NOT in my favor.

In a brief moment of panicked clarity, I opened one of the empty bottom cabinets in the kitchen. It took some uncomfortable folding and maneuvering but I got myself inside and pressed the door shut seconds before his footsteps made the distinctive noise of sneakers on tile.

"Capsicle, Terminator," I heard Tony greet the two laughing supersoldiers. "Have you seen my Princess?"

I melted a little bit at the way Tony called me his, I won't lie.

"Nope," Bucky lied shamelessly.

"She's in the empty cabinet," Steve chuckled at the same time. Top 10 anime betrayals, right there.

"Wow - and I thought we were friends," Tony scoffed, I assumed at Bucky. My body tensed and I prepared to dial-up my puppy eyes to eleven. My hiding spot was wack.

The door was roughly tossed open, my eyes landing on Tony's oil-stained jeans. He crouched down, his brown eyes positively sparkling. The engineer's body radiated smug mischief, fingers twitching in anticipation.

"Sorry, Princess is unavailable right now. May I take a message?" I said, pulling on the cabinet door and fully prepared to slam it shut in his face. I was NOT ready for any more mortification.

Tony's chuckle shook me to the core, louder and ten times more expressive in the cramped, dark space of my temporary lair. "Come on out, baby girl. I didn't peg you for a wallflower."

"Duly noted," I said warily, having been expecting for him to drag me out and carry me to his bedroom, caveman style. I had noticed that my dorky self revved up his gears faster than any stereotypical seductive shit. It was no secret, at least not for us 'vengers, that Tony was a huge dork himself but I guess it takes one to know one.

"So, my suits, huh?" He smirked after a brief moment and just like that, I Did Not Like Where This Was Going. The receding footsteps and quiet snickering only confirmed my suspicions. Tony's form blocked the opening of the cabinet, crowding me even further into the already cramped space.

"Um," I found myself pretty much speechless. Part of me was excited and yearning - of fucking course I was curious if Tony Stark, genius and former playboy, had found a way to incorporate his suits of armor into the bedroom. Daresay, it was the question of the decade, according to Cosmopolitan, GQ, and a whole lot of other large media outlets.

The more sensible part of me screamed shame for that, playing with an essentially massive, powerful destruction machine. Something meant to protect millions of people from bad guys and aliens. It seemed blasphemous to waste such an important thing on scratching a curious itch.

I blinked owlishly, squirming.

"Okay, out you go." Tony's patience had run out and he withdrew himself, promptly standing up.

I heard the tapping of his fingers as I ungracefully stumbled out. He was occupied with his tablet so I turned around to adjust myself and the things on the countertop I had accidentally jostled in my rush to preserve some dignity.

An arm snaked around my waist, cold and unyielding, brushing against my exposed midriff with metal fingertips. Goosebumps followed the touch as I shivered involuntarily, stuttering in my breathing. "Fuck." The sound came out as if it was punched out of my throat with force, breathy.

"What's your safeword?" Tony's neatly groomed beard scratched against my ear. His voice was heavy and his lips were moist.

"Banana," I blurted the first thing that came into my mind. My body was hot and yet, I froze in place. The sheer power that the man behind me contained demanded unyielding obedience. I had no choice but to comply.

"Friday, lock the door. Nobody but me, in and out." Tony growled, pulling my hips into his metal-covered form.

Were we really doing this in the communal kitchen? With Steve and Bucky probably fully aware of what exactly was going on in here? Tony seemed to have zero reservations about that; in fact, I was almost sure he'd orchestrated the whole thing somehow. Steve owed like a dozen favors to the engineer.

The thick of Tony's leg firmly wedged itself between my thighs, spreading them open just enough so I was forced to put a slight arch in my back to keep still, my ass and shoulders firmly pressing against his Iron Man suit. I felt the coldness of the metal through my clothes, heard the hum of the nanobots in my ears.

My blood responded, heartbeat pulsing in my ears in sync with the electrical currents supplying the man behind me with the immense physical power to match his mental one. "Shit," The sound of my voice was faint. His other arm began creeping up my side to my shoulders, making an unmistakable beeline for my neck.

Tony applied firm pressure on it, wrapping the gauntlet carefully - not restricting the airflow, just steering me as he wished. And apparently, he had some very strong ideas about my current predicament: "Got me right where you wanted me?" He asked, low and breathy.

As I attempted to make noise, his hand tightened on my throat. Eyelids involuntarily sliding closed, my lips shook with the force it took me to muster up enough oxygen to hum a sloppy. "Mhm..."

"Can't hear you, baby girl," His cheek rested against mine, scratchy and hot and smelling like iron and gasoline and Tony.

Another shaky breath, I attempted to force the words out - for some reason, Tony's presence commanded me to obey him like never before. I nearly shivered from the sheer aura of power surrounding my man and it was his cue to lessen the careful pressure on my throat - just enough for blood to rapidly rush to my ears, making the world even hazier. "Yeah, Tony," It didn't take me much time to give him the enthusiastic consent he was looking for.

"Uh-uh," Tony tutted cheerfully. His other arm snaked around my waist, dipping lower to play with the hem of my skirt. God bless me for wearing a skirt! The rough pads of his fingertips scratched against the soft, sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. "I think we're past first name basis, baby," The suit retracted, mostly. The nanotech allowed for different parts of it to cover Tony's body in odd places: I felt the gauntlets and the arm braces, as well as part of a chest plate, but waist down my man was wearing simple jeans and tee.

"Uh," My brain supplied unhelpfully, feeling the bulge pressing against my ass. "Daddy?"

"That's my girl," I was rewarded with a groan, so sinful and delicious, falling from his lips straight into my ear. The hand that had gone down south cupped the mound of my pussy with a tender gesture. "Or Iron Man's?" He teased, grinding into me from behind.

"Yours," I keened obediently, my body seeming to find it impossible to decide between rubbing myself on his hand and his cock. It was a hard choice - pun absolutely intended. I was long uncomfortable in my panties and Tony's clever digits surely felt it, yet he made no further moves. "Daddy," I tried to put how much I ached for him into words.

Tony hummed, placing his wet mouth on the juncture of my neck for a moment. His hot breath seared my skin. The curious fingers finally, finally, reached the apex of my thighs. "Fuckin' shit, baby, you're..." He didn't bother finishing the sentence, speaking with his actions instead, scissoring his fingers between my labia, running the knuckles over my clit.

Just to feel me pant and shiver. I was sensitive and so aroused it was nearly unbearable. Tony always made me feel some type of way and, once again, my man had outdone himself. There was no shame left in me as I shifted my hips to the rhythm of his hand.

"Please?" I asked him prettily, knowingly that one little word would get me everything I wanted. A hard fucking, a new dress, a car, or, Hell, my own private island. My eyes were pretty when I begged, he had said. I would move the world for you, he had meant.

"Baby," The whisper was rushed as Tony turned me around and claimed my lips, hoisting my ass onto the marble countertop of the common kitchens. My legs wrapped around his hips, seeking the warmth and relief of his skin on mine. I wanted him inside of me, inconvenient location and two layers of clothing be damned. I wanted to bury myself in him until either of us couldn't tell who started and ended where.

"Daddy," I whispered into the thin line of his mouth, conveying my all-consuming need in a single word.

My skirt was hiked up in a second, the gauntlets of his suit still on his hands tearing my pants in a single clean motion. Eagerly, I scooted forward to pop the button on his jeans; grateful for the fact more often than not, Tony choose to forgo the belt whatsoever when working in the lab. Today was my lucky day.

His cock, red and thick and hard enough to pound nails with, weighed my hand down for barely a second beforehand Tony's gauntlets closed around both of my wrists, securing them to my chest. His other arm swiftly wrapped around me, pulling me close to him, as close as we could be together without sharing a single body. The blunt tip of his manhood stood at my entrance - not just teasing it but seeking permission.

One keen that seemed to come from deep insight my chest and I felt Tony's breath hitch as our sensitive flesh met; he filled me up at least as superbly as I hugged him. We shared a moan and a breath, just feeling each other, feeling the moment.

We were short on patience. Tony's hand slid onto the small of my back, urging our hips to meet each other, setting a punishing pace from the very start.

"Fuck, Daddy, oh God," I panted. I wasn't used to getting things started with so little prep.

"Baby," Tony rumbled, trying for stern, having it come out as breathless as I felt. "Shit, so fuckin' tight," His words garbled.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh was loud, perhaps, loud enough for certain enhanced folk to hear should they happen to pass the kitchen doors - and if that didn't make my insides clench in the most delectable ways.

Tony grunted in response, a lewd noise adding to the cacophony. "Gonna come?" His teeth caught my bottom lip, pulling it slightly. "For Daddy?" He asked, all traces of his usual cockiness gone, as he pulled away slightly to stare right in my wide eyes with his baby doe browns, equally blown with lust and longing.

Neither of us would last. "Yes, fuck, Daddy, please," I begged.

His hips angled just right, Tony continued mercilessly railing me, holding up my weak body between his arms. I felt the cold metal of the gauntlets through my shirt. The shivers ran across my skin in heaps, like busy little ants.

"Come for Daddy," Tony ordered, yanking me closer to hit that sweet spot deep inside of me. I couldn't resist the command, feeling the waves build up with every brutal stroke, clenching, muffling the screaming of my release in the crook of his neck, relishing in the growl that left his lips as he followed me, releasing my arms and folding his torso over mine. "Fuck," Was the only coherent word that left Tony's mouth, his seed creating a sticky mess between our legs.

"Yeah," I moaned, unwilling to part from him. It was intense. My world was spinning on its axis and my Tony was the center of it. He said something again, something soft and quiet, and my only concern was to rub my nose on his pulse point, to savor and remember the smell of our shared pleasure.

"Baby..." Tony sounded... Concerned. He withdrew slowly, frowning at my sleepy state. His frown only intensified when I absentmindedly rubbed my wrists - there were bound to be some marks left from the force of his grip. It was hot and it was... A surefire way to tell the suits weren't really adapted for bedroom games. Kitchen games.

"Daddy," I mumbled, sounding sad and pathetic to my own ears. I kind of wanted to cuddle and watch a movie but it seemed weird asking that from Tony since we've done crazier things and I had never felt like this, never got this greedy.

"Oh, baby, c'mere," He had come to some sort of conclusion. After re-doing his pants and picking up the scraps of fabric that used to be my panties, his arms made a comfortable nest. I was picked up without any troubles; the gauntlets had disappeared, too, into the thin golden bracelets around his wrists. I allowed myself to play with them, the shiny colors doing a good job of distracting me all throughout the brisk walk through the main living room and the swift elevator ride.

Tony's bed was messy, unmade and smelled like us - just the way I had left it that morning. Tony's hands were gentle as he stripped me and then swiftly chucked his own clothes.

"Watcha' doin'?" I asked as he wrapped his body around mine.

"Shh, we'll talk later," He murmured, looking slightly dazed himself. "Friday, put Stardust on the TV. 25% volume," As soon as the command was spoken, one of my comfort movies began playing on the large screen. Tony's hand kept stroking my hair and I didn't resist the temptation to close my eyes, settling into a peaceful lull atop the glowing white-blue of Tony's arc reactor.

My favorite color in the world, to be honest. It felt like I'd slept for ages when I opened my eyes to see the color again. "Um, hi," I supplied meekly, feeling way out of my depths from my own strange behavior.

"Mornin', Princess," Tony seemed joyful, the bags under his eyes a little less prominent than before.

I made moves to get out of the bed but he wrapped an arm around me, tugging me closer. "What do you know about sub drop?" He questioned me, in response to my vaguely confused noises.

That's what it was?!

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pheita · 3 years ago

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NaNo Snippet or "The Arrival at Cithrelnym"

Yeah, I love this city so much because it is in the woods and has a lake and tree houses? What else do you need to love it? Oh, right: Giant Wolves! Anyway, have fun @ashen-crest @abalonetea @adie-dee @cometworks @vivian-is-writing @viskafrer

The elven city of Cithrelnym, capital of the elves in Duwos, hidden in the Great Forest in the south-west of the continent. The city was built into the forest with its tree houses and small bridges over the river Belsovis, which inevitably flowed into the lake Sithrel on whose shore the city was built. Sojan had been here several times before and had friendly relations with the elven hunters and some locals, and yet it was a feeling of amazement that spread every time he came along the main street, which led so carefully around the trees that many a merchant had trouble with their wagons. Elaven and Dessielle breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the protective shield of the city greeted them and abruptly this pressing feeling of danger disappeared and, according to Sojan's understanding, the feeling of home set in. Lyran and Yunadeldi did not know where to look first. There was always something special about the way the elves built their homes, just as the sounds of the city blended with the sounds of the forest in an unusually complex way. Arritit's laugh from Parin's back released the last knot in Sojan's stomach. He had hoped she would be right, but you never knew. With growing relief, Sojan took the turnoff to the guild house. Under the large treehouse that housed the local guild stood a man waving enthusiastically. Elaven sighed heavily. "Relatives?" asked Sojan with a laugh. "My brother." "The bard?" "A bard?", Lyran picked up the thread. His eyes sparkled excitedly, though it was hard to tell if it was because of the town itself or the prospect of exchanging ideas with an elven bard. "Yes, Tenyalen is a bard. He was one of the best of his class back then." Dessielle's amusement at all this was impossible to miss. Arbane flew off Dessielle's shoulder and landed softly in front of Tenyalen with a bow, like Sojan had rarely seen crows do. It seemed as if the bird really was as opportunistic as Elaven thought. As soon as Arbane had a few nuts or something similar, he disappeared upwards to the balustrade of the guildhouse. "Elaven! Dessielle! There you are at last. And by the Great Mother and Sister Moon, you weren't exaggerating." Tenyalen pranced past them to Parin with an almost childish giggle. Apparently the next for the Parin circle of friends. "Careful, my friend, Parin has had a long journey," Sojan warned, which immediately drew Tenyalen's attention away from Parin. "Forgive me, friends, I've always wanted to see a giant wolf up close." "I can understand the enthusiasm," Yunadeldi chuckled. Lyran also just smirked in an attempt not to join in the laughter. "Tenyalen, haven't you forgotten something?" asked Elaven, arms folded in front of his chest. The telltale twitch at the corners of his mouth was enough of a clue for Sojan to know it wasn't as serious as it sounded. "Sorry, Elaven. After all the stories coming in from outside, I'm glad your group arrived safely." The hug that followed was warm, and Sojan almost had to worry that Elaven wouldn't be able to breathe, as tightly as Tenyalen squeezed. Dessielle dropped into the embrace next. "We're glad too, cousin," she sighed in relief, "What was going on out there needs a lot of words to describe it even remotely well, but if anyone can do it, it's probably Lyran." "I'm trying my best," Lyran rebuffed, a little sheepishly. Sojan bit his tongue to keep from laughing at the sudden reticence. "Forgive me, my friend, but is it true that you possess a lyre that originated with the nymphs?" asked Tenyalen curiously. By then Lyran's reticence was gone as well, which Sojan acknowledged with a sigh. "That's true, as soon as I have clean clothes and a good meal fills my stomach, I'll be more than willing to swap places with another bard." Arritit stepped between Lyran and Sojan and slapped Lyran on the shoulder. "You're thinking only about food again, too." "I need to keep my strength up." "We all have to," Sojan interjected, "And that leads me to think we should get rooms in the guild before we even think about food or fresh clothes."

#writblr #writing #nano snippet #sojan #the city of cithrelnym

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youmustbestrongernow · 4 years ago

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ok so earlier i said i was going to post a little jake snippet. and then i didn’t. but nano is on track, despite earlier distractions so have a “little” sneak peak, it’s just a cute scene really, and it made me want to give jake the biggest cuddle ever so enjoy:

Four days later it was complete chaos in the apartment. Matteo had flown out of the door to pick up Hans and Eli from the train station. He was running late because every single one of them had slept in. Even Alex. Even Matty. Matty had screamed at being woken up. Then screamed whenever Matteo put him down or left the room, so he’d been bundled into the car and off they’d gone. Alex and Jamilah ignored the madness, they were out on the balcony eating their breakfasts like the ladies of leisure they were.

And Jake, well Jake was another matter. It was like him and Matty were completely in sync. He was throwing a full blown tantrum because they’d forgotten to pack his light blue bow tie and apparently there was absolutely nothing else he could wear. He couldn’t get dressed so he was laying on the floor crying his eyes out.

They had guests coming and David was supposed to be tidying up. Jake needed to get dressed and have breakfast. David was supposed to call the studio and give the ok on some decisions, seeing as he wasn’t on set for the next week. There was so much to do.

Instead he laid down on the floor next to Jake. He didn’t stop him, didn’t interrupt, didn’t try to hush him or calm him down, just let him cry. Sometimes it was better to have a little cry so David waited until Jake stopped and looked at him. Until he realised he was waiting and would listen.

“I don’t like it here,” Jake said tearily.

“No? But I’m here though,” David said gently. He reached out but stopped when Jake shook his head, not ready to be comforted yet.

“Yeah but… I want to go home,” he said.

“Because of your tie? Or because of everything?”

“It’s too different here, I want all my things,” Jake said.

“What things sweetheart?” David asked him.

“My things daddy!” Jake said, sniffling.

He was being completely unreasonable, he was six, there was nothing vital that he needed here with them. He had toys, clothes and food, he was fine. But if they were important to Jake, if they helped him feel safe and comfortable then they were essential and any hurt he felt was real.

“Sparkles is here,” David said. He reached out and plucked her off the sofa, handing her to Jake.

Jake buried his face against her and started crying again. David reached out and stroked his hair out of his face, then wiped away his tears.

“Sorry,” Jake mumbled, crawling into his arms.

“No it’s ok, new places are very scary,” David assured him, “are you scared here?”

“Yeah a bit. It’s so strange here. I miss nana. I want to go home. Can we go home?”

“We can, if you really really need to.”

He didn’t want to but if it was too unbearable then he wouldn’t make Jake stay, they would figure something out. He supposed Jake could go back with Matteo. Then Jamilah and Alex could stay here with him and he could make a quick trip back with them before he started work again. He would not have him stay and be scared. Maybe he was being soft with him but Jake was here in front of him, crying his eyes out. His distress and upset was real. But hopefully he could comfort him enough that he would want to stay.

#god that's not a snippet #that's so long #like it's a tiny part of the chapter #but it's long as a snippet #and i actually wanted to post a little bit more #but yeah i'm at 18k now #and still only at two chapters #so... i think i'll finish nano but probably not the fic #just wrote a good jammy scene though #oh and mimmo yesterday #these kids #i love them

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xiolaperry · 5 years ago

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The Piano

Notes: My Camp NaNoWriMo Project for April 2020. A Rumbelling of the 1993 movie 'The Piano'. Has 15 chapters, all are written. I’ll post one every few days. Some dialogue is taken directly from the film and from 'Once Upon a Time'. No copyright infringement intended - I'm just having fun. The film is gorgeous, if you haven't seen it, I highly recommend that you watch it.

Summary: Belle French and her daughter arrive in New Zealand to an arranged marriage with Gaston LeGume. Gaston shows little interest in her or her piano and books. However, Mr. Gold is fascinated...

Rating: E (for future chapters) Also available on AO3.

Prologue

The voice you hear is not my speaking voice, but my mind's.

I have not spoken since I was six years old. No one knows why, not even me. My father says it is a dark talent and the day I take it into my head to stop breathing will be my last.

Today he has married me to a man I've not met. Soon my daughter and I shall join him in his own country. My husband has written that my muteness does not bother him.

I hope he has patience, for silence affects everyone in the end.

The strange thing is I don't think of myself as silent, because of my piano. I shall miss it, and my books, on the journey.

Chapter 1

Belle looked down at the sand between her feet. It rushed away from her and back again in the cold seawater. Poor Tilly hunched over, ill from their turbulent journey in the small boat from the ship to the beach.

The rough sailors unloading their cargo dwarfed diminutive Belle. She watched them, concerned for her books and piano. She was less interested in the other boxes and valises that held her trousseau and other household goods.

The men complained bitterly about the heavy trunks and the awkward crate. Their language was shocking. Perhaps they thought her deaf too? It wouldn't be the first time. Belle struggled to keep a smile on her face.

She could relax now that her three most precious things were ashore: her daughter, her books, and her piano. Full of curiosity at her unfamiliar surroundings, she did not know where to look first. She had read about New Zealand before they left. The descriptions of the flora and fauna, and the Maori people, fascinated her. She gazed about the desolate beach and the rocky cliffs in the distance, topped with verdant green foliage. The wind tugged at her hair. This was her grand adventure. She would be brave for herself and her daughter. Maurice, her father, hadn't given her much choice in the matter, but it was an adventure nonetheless. There weren't many opportunities for women back home. Perhaps it would be different here.

During the long days of their journey, she had spun endless tales with her hands. Of heroes and beasts, of princesses meeting princes and epic quests. Would a prince be waiting for them? She didn't know. But Tilly loved stories and would embellish them with details of her own, a habit she also indulged in as Belle's interpreter.

A few of the men were hesitant to leave tiny Belle French and her nine-year-old daughter alone on the beach. Their group was not yet there to meet them. She wanted them and their rough words gone. She signed to Tilly, who told them, “She says, 'Thank you for bringing our belongings. We will be fine here. Please leave us. We insist.'”

With that, the seamen left, pushing their boats across the sand and back onto the waves. Belle and Tilly were alone on the vast expanse of shoreline. They arranged their possessions around the piano and trunks of books. She sat down on one of them with Tilly's head on her lap. A plank of the large crate that held her piano had split. She pulled at it and reached her hand inside to stroke the smooth keys. She played a tune one-handed, bringing them both comfort.

After Tilly rested, Belle got her favorite book from her satchel. She had kept ‘Her Handsome Hero’ with her for the journey. The rest of her books waited, wrapped in their waterproof canvas inside her trunks. Tilly read their favorite chapter aloud.

Belle felt the first gnawing of concern for their safety alone on the beach when the sun sank golden on the horizon. But she made it into a game for Tilly, finding dry wood to start a fire and fashioning a makeshift tent from her crinoline cage and petticoats. Inside the little cocoon, Tilly interrupted Belle's story of a beautiful princess and a dark sorcerer. Grabbing her hands, she said, “Mama, I've been thinking. I bet he's not a prince. He's not even here. I'm NOT going to call him Papa. I'm not going to call him anything.”

Belle stroked her daughter's face, refusing to be drawn into a disagreement. Tilly quieted and soon sleep claimed them.

In the forest's dampness traveled eight Maori men, an old woman, and two European men. Gaston Legume walked stiffly, his manner one of disdain for the surrounding vegetation. He had been living in New Zealand for several years. He had made himself some money right away, logging his property of valuable large trees used to build masts for ships, but now it was a constant fight to keep the land clear. Unlike the Maori who walked with grace through the underbrush, Gaston had an axe to beat it away. Nature, like some people, needed a firm hand and confidence.

He knew he was handsome, with his height and ebony hair, and took pride in his appearance. This morning he had taken pains with his dress and was resentful of the humidity that was ruining his look. He wanted to be at his best to greet his new wife. He stopped to comb his hair and took a moment to study the photo he had of her. Belle French was beautiful. She looked calm and sounded reasonable in her letter. She would be a worthy companion. After all the waiting, he would meet her soon.

Mr. Gold was the other European man of the party. None of them knew his first name, which was how he wanted it. Names were important. They had power. The Maori respected him for it. The settlers saw it as more proof of his misanthropic nature.

Gaston had asked for his help with the Maori, needing assistance to carry his new bride's possessions. But Gaston did not speak their language and did not deign to learn it. Gold was fluent (another strike against him in the settler’s minds). So he went along to fetch the woman and her daughter. And Gaston now owed him a favor.

With the aid of a walking stick, he was more graceful than the lumbering Gaston. Gold was slight where Gaston was broad, quiet and observant where Gaston was brash and stubborn. Gaston was well-liked. At least, he appeared to be. Gold was not. Except by the Maori and Granny. Granny had left the settlement and joined the Maori people, learning their language and customs, after her husband died and no one else did anything to help her. He didn’t care about the rest of the settlers, there wasn’t a genuine one in the bunch. They came to this new land and expected it to bend to their will, to change into the same society they had left. Gold had no patience for them. They resented him because of the property he owned, the money he had and the influence he wielded over the locals.

The group continued on through the vegetation and reached the sand below. In the distance, they could see a collection of boxes, a crate, and trunks. A tiny figure appeared to be dancing about. As soon as she noticed they had company, she ran to a woman sitting next to the largest crate.

Belle watched the odd group come toward them. There was a tall, well dressed man and natives attired in all manner of eccentric clothes adorned with feathers and beads. One even wore a top hat. A slight man and an old woman with a crossbow brought up the rear. She stood up. This was it.

Gaston approached his bride. She was small, tiny actually. Barely larger than the child she had with her.

“Miss French. I am Gaston Legume,” he said with a bow.

Belle smiled politely and curtsied. He was too tall. He towered over her. But it wasn't fair to hold that against him. He did have the face of the prince Tilly hoped for.

“I have men here to carry your things,” he continued. He knew she didn't speak, but he expected her to show some excitement. “CAN – YOU – HEAR – ME?” His tone brought to mind that of a man speaking to a dim-witted child.

Belle nodded, keeping her smile firmly fixed on her face and smothering her irritation. This was not the most auspicious of beginnings.

Gold watched these first interactions from a short distance away. Of course she could hear. Anyone with a brain could see she was listening to everything that was going on. Her blue eyes sparkled with intelligence. How long would it take this girl to figure out she was married to a conceited fool?

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End Notes: A huge thank you to the Rumbelle Writers' Realm at Camp Nano- I couldn't have done it without your encouragement: @emospritelet @peacehopeandrats @eirian-houpe @blueboxesanddeerstalkers @kelyon @worryinglyinnocent @jackabelle73 @avatoh @reolf @mrs-stiltskin. Special thanks to @jackabelle73 and @blueboxesanddeerstalkers for beta reading!

#rumbelle fic #arranged marriage au #my fic #camp nano 2020

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 years ago

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Blown

This is a request written for @ladyofmyst and @danceswithapathy

Warnings: noncon sex (oral, intercourse, multiple partners, toyplay); some violence..

This is dark!Steve and dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader is a mercenary stuck in one place for too long.

You were growing tired of this assignment. You hated being in the same place for long. It made it hard to keep up your cover. Even more difficult to accomplish the task at hand. You were an in and out kinda person. Get in, get done, and get gone. Not too mention you were exhausted of dancing around in front of perverted, overly wealthy men. It was easiest to distract men when they weren’t thinking with their head, but it didn’t make them any more tolerable.

You had been masquerading in this gentlemen’s club for well over a month and were well past ready to move on. You were more attuned to slinking around in the dark and cracking codes. You hated this vain bullshit. And the burlesque shows. The choreography was simple enough as long as you knew how to sway your hips and wiggle your chest but it didn’t make it any less tedious. It was barely worth the slivers of intel you had wrangled out of half-drunk fools.

Tonight was like every other before. You tried not to roll your eyes as you peeked out at the room of men. Martinis, scotch, and whisk lined their tables. Mostly pairs and the odd trio; discussing their business under the guise of watching the show. Amidst the crowd, your eye caught a single man sat along by the east wall of the room. He wasn’t the only by himself but he was the only one you hadn’t seen before. Well, not here.

Blonde, square jaw, sparkling blue eyes. You knew who he was without a second glance, even with his dark beard. You watched him as you listened to the girls rushing around behind you in a hubbub to get ready. He lifted his glass and his lips moved behind it almost imperceptibly before he sipped. Hmmm. You backed away from the curtain and found your purse among the messy benches that lined the wall. You took the small pin and tucked it in your glove.

You took your place among the other girls as they called for the countdown. You posed between Josie and Aneisha, lowering your lashes as the music began to chime and the curtains slowly opened. You fell into the rhythm easily; the same steps you’d been rehearsing all day. You swayed your hips with the other girls, keeping in time with them as they spread around the room, shimmying between tables. You made a decisive but not obvious path to the new patron, pausing to tease some of the other men on your way over. You didn’t want him to notice that you had noticed him.

When you reached him, you repeated the cloying little shoulder rub and tickle of fingers along his lapel. It was no different than the rest of you act; you touched him just as you did any man but left behind the pin from your glove. The small, almost undetectable bug snagged on his perfectly pressed jacket. His blue eyes were discerning, paying you little more attention than any other woman in skimpy clothes twirling around the tables.

Was he after the same target as you? Or was there a new player in your game?

As you stepped away, your hip brushed against something. The table probably. Maybe a hand. You couldn’t tell in the flurry of bodies as Danica slinked past you. Slowly, the dancers made their way back to the stage. You didn’t miss a beat as you followed, the smirk on your lips more genuine than before. Your mind strayed to intrigue as your body mindlessly moved in unison with the sultry melodies. At last, something!

The rush carried you through the rest of the night. A few more routines and it was back behind the curtain. You couldn’t help the side-eye as you retreated, Aneisha right beside you as she lent cover to your subtle glance. Backstage you sat on the bench, sweaty and a little too excited. You carefully began to undress, your strappy bra replaced with a sporty bralette. You pulled off your heels, garters, and stockings and stood to remove the satin panties for cotton ones. As you bundle up the satin you felt an odd shape caught on the fabric.

You unfolded them and tilted your head. It was a nano tracker almost identical to the one you had pinned on the newcomer. You shook your head and have a wry grin. Well, this was interesting. You detached the bug and looked around at the other girls. Josie was close by, pulling back her hair with a yawn. You neared and tugged on her tank top strap, “You’re all twisted,” You said as you clipped the bug to her shirt. “There.”

“Oh, thanks,” Her thick hair floated above her head in the voluminous ponytail, “No private shows for you either?”

“Nah, not tonight,” You shrugged and returned to your little nook. You pulled on your cotton panties and then your high-waisted shorts. A denim jacket over the bralette and a pair of wedged heels. You looked like you actually belonged. “I’ve got other work to tend to.”Josie made some joke about a secret lover and you chuckled.

You grabbed your purse and slung it over your shoulder. As far as the man and whoever he was chatting to behind his whiskey, he thought you entirely unaware of his dupe. You would act normal and go about your usual exit. If you were lucky, Josie would draw them away before they could pinpoint you among the half-dozen women on their way out for the night.

You reached into your purse as you walked and slid the small blade up your sleeve. You pretended to fix your cuff and removed the leather sheath as you stepped out into the evening. Josie crossed to her car and you rounded the building in the other direction. You kept your head up, alert to every breeze and broken twig. As you turned the corner you gripped the knife and measured your breaths. The next you braced yourself and slipped into the alley as a shadow set your hair on edge.

You knelt behind a dumpster and with your free hand reached into your purse. You unlocked your phone and activated the bug. You held the speaker to your ear and listened. “Not her,” The voice came, “She ditched the bug.” You couldn’t hear the voice replying to him but you could guess they had unmasked Josie. You looked at the screen and saw the blue dot in the parking lot of the club.

“Right.” His voice buzzed from the speaker and you put it back to your ear, “Let me know where.”

You clicked the screen to black and tucked the phone back in your bag. Hopefully they were on the way to their rendezvous. You’d be at home with your ears and a head start before they even knew they had been tapped. You stood and looked to the end of the alley. You sighed and gripped the knife, keeping it hidden up your sleeve. You dropped your purse and nodded, the broad figure at the entrance was no coincidence.

“That was quite a show,” The dark-haired man stepped into the slat of moonlight leaking in between the buildings. “A pity I couldn’t get a live viewing.”

“Your friend can tell you all about it, I’m sure,” You planted your feet and squeezed the handle. “He seemed pretty into it.”

“And you seemed pretty into him,” He countered, a twinkle catching your eye as he moved his hand to his belt. His fingers were forged in black vibranium, the knuckles etched with gold. Considering his company and his unusual prosthesis, it wasn’t hard to guess at his identity. “You’re good...have to be, given your reputation.”

“Come on, don’t tell me you’re here for me,” You taunted, “A tiny bird in a jungle of snakes.”

“You know as well as any that carrion feeds just as well,” He returned and his hand flicked.

You were on him in an instant. Your knife was free of your sleeve as you shoved the barrel of his gun to the side. You dodged his metal arm as you twisted the pistol from his grip and it bounced across the pavement. He caught your knife before it could sink into his side and you spun away, wrenching free your wrist from him. You sliced out at him again but for every jab he had a block.

You managed to maneuver yourself around him, your back to the mouth of the alley. As you knife met the metal of his left shoulder, he latched onto your wrist and you were forced to drop the blade. You let him pull you close only to headbutt him, the force sending as much a shock through you as him. You sensed a sudden presence at your back, diving as a fist narrowly missed you.

His partner had finally showed up, no doubt drawn by the noise of your struggle. You kicked out at the golden-hair man. He snatched your foot up as it met his stomach and you were drawn off your other foot. As you fell, you reached out to catch yourself, stomping his chest with your free foot. He released you and you somersaulted across the ground between the legs of the other man.

You stood and aimed your elbow at the man only to have his vibranium fingers catch it and wrap you up with his other. Your legs flailed out as he turned with you in his grasp. You tried to keep the other man at bay only to have him cling onto your ankles and force them together. The two men clung to you as you tried to wriggle free of them.

The vibranium hand wrapped around your neck as you tried to tear his arm from around your chest. It tightened slowly, the blonde raising his brows at the brunette. “Bucky, don’t kill her.” The fingers relented but as you clawed at his flesh arm, a sharp pain sparked in your skull and the world turned to black.

You awoke in the backseat of a car; face down and your limbs horribly cramped. A rag was in your mouth, a strap secured it in place between your teeth. Your wrists and ankles were tied and your body jostled helplessly with the motion of the vehicle. You turned your head and groaned as you looked up at the pair sat in the front.

The blonde was driving, the brunette glanced over his shoulder and grumbled, “She’s awake.” The other merely nodded.

Steve Rogers. The blonde avenger had done a poor job disguising himself behind his beard. And his pal was just as infamous. Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier and ever-loyal comrade of the golden crusader. You had seen them before but they hadn’t seen you. You had made sure of that. Your appearance, even your existence, was mere speculation in the intelligence community. A mercenary who took the reddest contracts in the business. Those were the ones that paid best and there weren’t many to be had without a few drops of blood.

The drive continued in silence. Your head was heavy and your ears still rang. It had been a while since you had been hit that hard. You lingered in grim acceptance. You had been caught before and you knew as well as any that if you weren’t killed right away, there was more. They wanted something; information likely but you really had nothing to offer them. You were good a tying up loose ends and were not very talkative.

When the engine died, you were dragged out by Bucky, only able to twist helplessly in your bounds. He tossed you over his shoulder, your vision blocked by his back. Steve led the way, a door opened, and you were carried inside a dark building. The stairs were worse as your stomach began to ache at the pressure of his shoulder against it. Another door, this one thicker, and another dark room.

A light switch was flicked on and a single light on the ceiling shone down. You were flipped in a whoosh of air and sat on a chair in the center of the room. It was nailed to the floor beneath the light. Your wrists were momentarily untied and forcefully cuffed to the arms of the chair, your ankles secured to the legs. The gag was removed from your mouth and you spat at both of them though your mouth was dry and it was little more than mist.

“Well, looks like the Magpie’s finally been caged,” Bucky chuckled as he nudged Steve who smirked in kind.

“It’s been done before,” You snarled, “This little bird has wings.”

“Oh, we know about that. What was it? Seventy-two hours in Argentina? Quite the endeavour.” Steve mused as your wrists strained against the metal, “Don’t think I could’ve done it myself.”

“And so? You really think you can get me to talk?” You shook your head, “Mister America and his tamed dog.”

“Talk?” Bucky scoffed and shared a looked with Steve. “About what, exactly?”

You frowned. You glanced between them in confusion but kept it behind a stony glare. Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring of keys. “Don’t worry. There won’t be much talking.”

He nodded behind him and waited for Bucky to lead the way. He pulled open the door and waved him through before turning back and grinning at you. He slowly shut the door and you listened to the lock as it clicked into place, their muffled footsteps faded on the other side. You swallowed and looked around at the barren room. Well, fuck.

Against the constant stir of adrenaline, you dozed off as the room grew torrid. Your entire body was soaked in sweat, your clothing stained from your struggle and unwashed state. You had barely been able to breathe for how thick the heat had grown. Your head lolled back and you closed your eyes as you prayed for release from the bitter flames. And that was when you had drifted off, though the sleep was little relief.

A shock of cold washed over you and you yelped as your head shot up. Frigid water and ice cubes rolled down your body and you looked up at Steve as he set aside the bucket. Your breath was ragged, your body racked from sleeping upright. Your teeth threatened to chatter and you bit down as you watched him retreated. He took a folding table from beside the door and set it up beside you before returning with a tray and stool.

He sat before you, a glass of water and sandwich on the tray. He took the glass and pressed the rim to your lips. When you refused to drink he plugged your nose and you were forced to open your mouth. He poured the water down your throat and you struggled not to choke. Despite your inherent obstinacy, you were really fucking thirsty. He set it aside and took half the sandwich; ham and cheese.

“It’s been about a day,” He said, “You should eat. Maybe walk around.” He waited for you to take a bite, his blue eyes like daggers as he stared you down. You reluctantly bit into the bread and chewed. “A bathroom break as well.” You barely acknowledged his words. You merely ate; bite, chew, swallow. If it got rid of him sooner, all the better.

You shivered every now and then as he patiently fed you. The room was freezing now. Your clothing was drenched and provided little cover as it was. When you were finished with the food, he undid your cuffs and let you stand. Your attempt to hit him was quickly deterred as you found your body stiff and unbalanced. He watched you fall and laughed.

You pushed yourself back to your feet with the chair and he took your arm, leading you around the perimeter of the room. “A couple laps then we’ll head to the bathroom.” You kept quiet. The less you said, the more it irked him. You could see it plainly enough in the twitch of his cheek. Feel it in his grip as it tightened.

After your trip to the restroom, you were returned to the chair. You wouldn’t beg and your attempts to lash out were futile. He swiftly caught your hand before it made contact and forced your wrist into the cuff. You growled and he smiled. You stilled yourself and waited for him to go. When you were alone again you sighed. Only one day yet. You had survived worse than this; a bucket of cold water was nothing compared to a pair of pliers.

Bucky came to feed you the next day. He was even less talkative. He fed you with less finesse than Steve and was not to impressed when you spat a mouthful at him. He left you with a slam of the door and Steve was back the following day. On the fifth, they both came but they didn’t have any food. Instead, they had a long bag and stone in their eyes. You sensed the change in the air. In them. Before it had been an unspoken purgatory; waiting for what had yet to be decided.

“We thought about giving you to our own people,” Steve began, “But what would we get from that? A pat on the head? There are bounties on you; too many to count, but none of them really worth the trouble.”

“Besides, we could have more fun with you ourselves,” Bucky plunked the bag down and unzipped it.

Your skin turned to ice as you watched both of them kneel over it. They spoke in quiet whispers and your nerves tingled with foreboding. While not so visceral, you expected this would be much more sinister than Argentina. They were much more vigilant than the South Americans; much more patient.

Steve stood with a pair of scissors and crossed to you. He knelt before you and began to cut through the denim jacket. Next your bralette, shorts, and panties. Your sudden bareness made you shiver. He removed your shoes last and despite their griminess, you missed your clothing. You sat before them, fighting to remain stoic as the air nipped at your flesh. You had been through worse, you told yourself. Far worse. This was nothing.

Bucky approached as Steve tossed aside your shredded clothes. He held a cow prod in his hands and pressed it on your thigh. “Now, we don’t want to use this, but we will,” He warned, “But we have nicer toys.” A buzz sounded and you flinched, thinking he had hit the trigger. Steve held up a small vibrator as he neared. He and Bucky traded, the former standing back to watch.

You bit the sides of your tongue as you watched Bucky bend down to trace the vibrator along your thighs. He made curlicues around your stomach and pelvis, circling back and forth as he inched along your most sensitive spot. You sucked in your breath and held it, a peculiar tickle rising at the bottom of your spine. He pressed it between your folds and held it your clit and you gasped the air from your lungs. He held it there firmly.

You hissed through your teeth as your heart began to race. It was hard to keep your breathing even as the buzzing turned to ripples, the ripples to waves, and finally the tide crested. You choked as you orgasmed but he didn’t moved the toy. Only applied more pressure as you felt your juice dripping down onto the chair. Another swell began to rise and you bit into your lip, a squeak escaping you. You squeezed shut your eyes as he still didn’t pull away, another series of orgasms shaking your body to the core. You wheezed and your head fell back as the vibrator clicked off at last.

He stood and backed off, wiping off the vibrator as he slipped it back in the bag. They zipped up the long duffel as Steve held onto the cattle prod. He opened the door, “Come on. Give her a little bit.”

They left you to sit in the pool of shame. After a couple minutes your pussy began to thrum and you felt horribly empty. Despite the overstimulation, you still needed more. The afterglow had you sweaty and squirming.

An hour passed. Maybe more. The door opened again and the pair of super soldiers strolled in. The bag was unzipped as Bucky marched around you with the cattle prod. He poked it against the back of your neck and you felt the muted tickle in your pelvis. “Now this is the part where we tell you not to do anything stupid,” He said darkly, “But that’s really your decision to make.” He pulled the tazer from your neck and zapped it just next to your head; the loud crack made you flinch.

Steve was at your side, the key slipped into the cuffs one at a time. As they came loose you pulled your arms warily to your chest. Your wrists were seized roughly and you were tugged to your feet. Your legs were still unused to standing even with the half hour a day to walk around. You suspected that was part of their plan. Keep you weak. You resisted but it was useless as your bare feet slid across the concrete floor and the pair easily overpowered you.

A new pair of cuffs, these leather, were clasped around your wrists. A hook hung from a chain behind the chair. You hadn’t noticed it in the shadows. They slung your cuffs over it and you were left to dangle on tip toes as they adjusted the length. You pulled against the restraints with a jingle but it was as futile as you expected. Your shoulders strained as you were stretched painfully from the chain.

Callused hands were on your ass, then the back of thighs, bending your legs until you were held aloft just under your knees. You leaned against Bucky, afraid to slip from his grasp and grateful for the relief in your shoulders. He pressed your legs open so that you were on full display and Steve fell to his knees in front of you. He had another vibrator; this one bigger.

He began slowly at first. A softer setting circling around your clit. He turned it up and delved between your folds and you writhed against Bucky. It was too much, your body still thrumming from their first visit. You clutched the chain above your hands and tried to swing away but were firmly trapped between them.

“Don’t make me do it,” Bucky hissed in your ear.

Steve reached your entrance and pushed it inside a little at a time. Your legs tensed, pinching Bucky’s fingers, and you whimpered. You put your chin to your chest and wiggled as he reached the hilt of the toy. He began to work it in and out of you, his thumb to your clit. Your lashes fluttered as you fought your own body. It was one thing to go hand-to-hand with a foe, but another to fend of your own weakness.

A cry burned in your lungs as you came. Only the trembling of your body betrayed you, but you couldn’t help the whine as you felt a new sensation. Steve replaced his thumb with his tongue and began to play with you. He suckled and lapped at you. You looked down at him, a mistake as he stared back with smoky blue eyes. He kept the vibrator inside of you and drew forth another climax from you.

Steve reluctantly pulled away, removing the toy as he stood and Bucky lowered you back to your feet. You struggled to balance yourself on your wobbly legs. The chain slackened suddenly and you nearly fell on your face, stumbling forward. Steve caught your shoulders and held you straight. You could still see your cum sparkling on his lips.

You heard rustling behind you and glanced back to find Bucky undressing. You tore your eyes from his muscled stomach. Steve’s hand was on your cheek as he watched your struggle to remain unfazed. You were well beyond that. A metal hand settled on your lower back until it arched. Another hand on your ass, slipping between your cheeks and down to your pussy.

Bucky shoved his fingers inside, moving them in and out a few times before pressing himself closer. You felt him against you as he stroked his length. He spread your juices along his cock as he lined up with your entrance. You tried to straighten but Steve’s hand closed around your neck and he shook his head. As he pushed in you closed your eyes again and bared your teeth. He was thick.

You shuddered as he reached his base, his balls flush against you. He started to thrust carefully as if testing your limits. The feel of him against your walls had your heart bouncing around your chest, your thighs on fire. Steve’s hands were on your shoulders again. He pushed on them until you bent. Bucky pulled you back and you were eye level to Steve’s cock as he pulled it out of his fly. He was as big as the man inside of you; if not bigger. You suspected something about the serum through your frazzled thoughts.

Steve grabbed your chin as Bucky continued to fuck you. The slap of his flesh against yours set your nerves alight. Steve shoved his cock against your lips and you hesitated until the pressure was to much. You opened your mouth and he forced himself all the way to your throat. You choked as he went deeper, giving you little time to adjust.

You grabbed onto his pants with your cuffed hands, trying to catch your breath. The slobber gathered around his cock and slathered across your lips. Your eyes rolled back as you clung to him as best you could, your toes barely on the floor as Bucky held your hips, plunging into you furiously. Another storm of splendour rose from the depravity and you hummed around Steve’s cock as you orgasmed yet again. You weren’t sure how much more you could take. You felt ready to pass out.

You heaved as Steve pulled out of your mouth, saliva dangling from your lips as you coughed. His cum spilled on the floor beneath you as he came with a shudder and Bucky’s hand gripped your shoulders and pulled you straight. He thrust into you until he reached his own climax, quickly freeing himself to cum onto your ass. You were like a ragdoll as he wrapped his arms around you.

Steve undressed casually as he approached the chair and pointed to it. Your cuffs were unhooked from the chain and you were dragged to the wooden seat. You were forced to climb up on your knees as Bucky held your wrists in front of you over the back. A smack across your ass made you yelp.

Steve pushed your ass apart, his cock prodding along your entrance. As he entered you, Bucky held your wrists on top of the back of the chair. He grabbed your hair with his metal hand and kept your head up to watch as your contorted. You were senseless. No thought of where you were or how you got here. There was only the furrows shooting along your back and thighs. An unyielding bloom in your loins.

You unthinkingly grabbed onto Bucky’s wrist as you came, your mouth in a pout as you groaned. He released you, freeing his hand as you were pulled back once more. You were out of the chair, blindly stumbling around as you were turned. Steve sat and pulled you into his lap, impaling your throbbing pussy with a sigh. You moaned as the fervor filled your lungs.

Steve guided you up and down your cock as Bucky stepped up in front of you. He took the cuffs and held them over your head, planting himself before you. His cock was against your lips, a tap on your cheek had your mouth open. He pushed inside without delay, no warning before he began to fuck your face. His right hand went to your throat as he felt himself plunging into your throat, his grunts floating in the air with Steve’s.

You couldn’t stop cumming, your entire body rattling as the ecstasy never ended. A slap on your ass and you were dragged from Steve, a snarl as his cock slipped from you and he came again. Bucky kept his hand on your neck, fucking your face until he finished just as sharply. He pulled himself out anf his cum coated your lips,

You buckled to your knees, gasping as he released your cuffs. You slumped down, barely able to keep yourself on your knees. You were lifted again, dragged back to the hook hanging from the ceiling. As you swayed there, a low buzz could be heard through the rapture. You could hear them getting closer again, the vibrator placed teasingly on your ass.

“If you wanna start talking, you can,” Steve spoke in your ear. His breath singed your cheek. “Not that it will stop us.”

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eeemarvel · 5 years ago

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It’s Billy, boys.

I originally wrote this quite some time ago as a part of chapter 30 but I decided I didn’t need it so it’s bonus content now, I guess. This happens right at the beginning of 30 before Victor gets a call from Phichit. Since this didn’t make it to the final draft, the editing is really lazy. I’m honestly only posting this to get out of working on the next few chapters lol. Also, Billy is definitely a trip, I know. Anyways, without further ado...

Victor had no clue if Yuuri was Red Specter or not. He was exactly where he started. It didn’t change the fact that Red Specter was still very real, no matter who he was beneath the mask which meant that if he couldn’t come up with a satisfactory offer by midnight, it was likely that History Maker would get hit. This was his last (and only) bet, he realized as he got off the elevator a floor below Yakov’s office. This floor, the Artillery and Design floor, always smelled like singed fabric because it was where the super suits were made… but it still didn’t account for the burning smell. Billy, a man with round pink cheeks, a long green mohawk, and coke bottle glasses looked up when the glass doors slid open for Victor. Billy beamed and cheered like a redneck on the fourth of July when he saw Victor.

“Victor Torch! Just the tight assed hero I was looking for!”

“Billy,” Victor greeted him and the other cheering technicians with a nod. “Is it ready?”

“You bet your wintry butthole, it is,” Billy said and beckoned him closer with a finger. They walked to the back of the lab, passing metal tables and clunky equipment, all of it glinting with a futuristic sheen as he passed. Some of the technicians were bent over sheets of fabric that seemed to be radiating electricity—it made Victor tingle in the strangest way as he passed, while a few of them made alterations to suits that were actually familiar to him. He guessed Spotlight tore their suit recently, when he saw a squat little technician pushing a button on a giant sewing machine for the all too familiar pink ensemble.

“It’s back here,” Billy said, “for safekeeping.”

“I appreciate that,” Victor said.

“It’s in good condition,” he commented as he stopped at a long, dark, glass wall at the very back of the lab. He punched in a few codes on a keypad. A rectangle of light appeared a little ways away from them and Billy led him to it. “You were careful, even back then,” he complimented Victor as he took a little remote out of his lab coat pocket. The rectangle of light was actually a door behind the glass, a door to a small closet with a revolving rack. In front was a prototype of Victor’s current suit: black, sleek, and shimmery. Billy clicked his remote and the rack spun around to show the suit Victor had worn two years ago. It was similar, but royal blue instead of black. He kept clicking, letting the suits spin by, each of them taking an era with them as they went. He cringed at a fuschia one with lapels—he was feeling a bit melodramatic then.

“It’s always been a pleasure designing for you, Winter Nikiforov, because you’re not just a man of justice, you’re a man of art. A renaissance man,” he kissed his fingers, “you get me.”

“I always have,” Victor smiled, lying.

“Heeeere we goooo,” he sang as they found the suit Victor wanted. He thought it would fit Red since he was much younger when he first wore this. Red was smaller than him. It was black which fit his MO… he tilted his head, unsure as he took in the swaths of revealing mesh across the chest, the sparkling crystals on the shoulders and hips. It was sturdy, he knew that for a fact, and very well made because Billy made it himself. But it wasn’t exactly low-key. Heroes never dressed to blend in.

And it was a bit…risque. He had to be honest. Even Chris’ suit wasn’t this suggestive and it was Chris. Victor was only nineteen when it was made, when he told Billy exactly what he wanted: something that would make his opponents uncomfortable. He was feeling cocky because he was starting hero training years before what was normal, and he was young… he felt free and invincible for the first time in seven years. It gave Yakov a heart attack at the time and even Lilia disapproved. In the end, Celestino convinced them to let Victor explore… He thought there were still some old newspapers somewhere with him wearing this on the front cover under scandalized headlines...

The fire was back, that sensation that he now recognized as a red light—a sign that something was off. He bit his lip. He shouldn’t think about Red in this suit, even if he was planning on offering it up. It didn’t matter what he looked like in it or what Red thought of it or anything that just crossed his mind, because the only thing that mattered was protecting History Maker.

There was no mask. That was what was missing. That’s why he felt weird picturing Red in it. Of course he’d feel this way trying to imagine Red Specter’s face… it was confusing, disconcerting, uncomfortable, nerve-wracking, all those things...

“Billy…”

“M’lady?”

“Have you ever considered… making a mask for this?”

“Are we talking Robin style with just the eyes, or are you thinking more of a Batman-exposed-chin thing, or like a full faced Red Specter deal, because the answer is yes, Snowflake. Yes, I have considered making a mask for all of your suits. Why don’t you step into my office?”

“Uh.”

“Just…” he said awkwardly as if he had just realized the entire lab was his office, “look at this.” He pulled out his phone and opened a few files. He scrolled through digital scans of sketches he’d made, all very impressive, and then actual prototypes that Victor was interested in for himself. Of course, his ability gave him the power to disguise his face easily so he didn’t need a mask but… he still kind of wanted one now that he was looking.

Focus. He wasn’t clothes shopping (unfortunately). He was completing a potentially life saving transaction. He pointed at a full mask with crystals elegantly crowning the area where the wearer’s hairline would be. “You already made this one?”

“You betcha.”

“I like it.”

“Roger dodger,” he whistled a tune and pushed a blue button on his remote. The revolving rack disappeared into the closet ceiling, pushed out by another rack. This one carried pieces that Victor either changed his mind about or ones that Billy started but lost interest in, scraps of abandoned ideas. He clicked the remote so that the rack whirled around until they got to the mannequin heads, some bare and others wearing masks that Victor had never seen until now. Billy pointed a remote at one.

“Look good to you?”

“Yes,” Victor said, because it did, although he wasn’t sure Red would appreciate something so flashy. Especially not since the thief seemed to gather fashion inspiration from the shadows under his bed. Well, if he didn’t like the design, he could have it altered. What mattered was that it was nano-tech and made with pure Pandora’s Iron. “I’ll take it,” he said.

“Okey doke, will that be debit or credit, sir?” Billy chuckled at his own joke as he pressed a button to make the glass doors protecting the closet open. He reached up and gingerly removed the mask from the mannequin. “Isabellaaaaaa!” He shouted over his shoulder and a young mousy looking girl came scuttling around a corner.

“Sir?” She squeaked.

“Can you please get a box for me? Big enough for a suit?”

“Yes, sir,” she nodded frantically and squeezed her eyes shut. Victor heard a soft whoosh sound and when he looked up, he saw a large white box soaring above him. It glided gracefully down next to Billy who thanked her before she scampered away. Billy neatly packed the suit under the mask before sealing it and handing it over to Victor.

“Merry Christmas, baby boy,” he crooned.

“Thank you,” Victor said with an impressively straight face. He’d been practicing since he was sixteen, though Billy had gotten progressively more… Billy as Victor grew older.

“I’m curious. Is this for Yuri?”

“I—what?!”

“I mean, I don’t really mind if you give it to the little furball because he’s kind of family and we all put up with him but I’m concerned about the whole… accountability thing with Yakov and the red tape and the chain of command is a whole thing—”

“Ah—oh, you mean Yuri Plisetsky…” Victor groaned, dragging his hand down his face.

“Uh… how many Yuri’s are there? Oh!” He snapped his fingers, “that hot doctor from your Instagram! My girlfriend loves him! He’s got this kind of secret-sexy-vixen-by-night-and-sad-puppy-by-day vibe going and it drives her wild. She stalks him like he’s an insta famous kitten or something,” he said with a tone of pride Victor found strange.

“He’s not a doctor, and...no,” he shook his head, “It’s not for Yuri P. I just want it for... nostalgia’s sake.”

Billy nodded thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. Then he slapped both his hands on Victor’s shoulders, startling him, “That’s so weird. Have fun!” He called for Isabella again as he left Victor, getting straight back to work.

He thanked all the technicians on his way out and took the elevator down to the first floor so he could wait in the lobby. He plopped down in a chair and set the box on the floor beside him.

#bonus content #hr bonus content #hr #hero reform #billy #adt #victor nikiforov #victor #yuuri on ice #yoi fanfic #yoi fanfiction #yuuri on ice fanfiction

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ayzrules · 5 years ago

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taggged by @vampirkaninchen !!! <3 <3 <3 gotta find light, moon, laugh, glance, lips, & fast in my wip, and i will also be using my nano stuff that i have not touched since november 30 loooooooool (it’s all rua stories for the others who wrote for it!)

The pod was going too fast for Marivana to be able to make out more than just a dark blur, interspersed with brief flashes of bright light from nearby stars and ships and whatnot, so she turned away from the window and let her thoughts wander to other things. Taly’a and Jax, huh? She mused to herself, idly. Jax is kind of a douche, from what I’ve heard. I mean, I really do love the racing gear that they come out with, but they seem like they sleep around, just like Lanie mentioned.

Well, tonight’s outfit isn’t so bad, Marivana mused to herself, glancing down at her clothes. Marivana was rather fond of expertly tailored suit jackets, and the one she would be wearing to the ball was made of elegant black crepe that cinched in neatly at the waist, a veritable chandelier of diamonds and crystals dripping from the shoulders. The accompanying cloak was gossamer-thin, sprinkled with silver and embroidered with moons and stardust made out of delicately cut diamonds. The cloak trailed very dramatically behind her when she walked.

Marivana let out an amused huff. “So what you’re saying is that you’re using me for the designer holo-watches, then?” she asked in a low voice, a small, wry smile on her face.

Lanie laughed out loud. “Of course I am, darling. Now go. Do what I said.” And with one final hair-flip, Lanie was gone, weaving her way through the crowd towards some corporate exec bigwig or the other.

Jenyli slipped away to go take a call, and Marivana glanced at Lanie, a bemused smile on her face. “Is that Aindrew’s wife? As in, asshole Aindrew who I ran into at the Neon Demon? I thought I recognized the last name.”

Lanie nodded, tapping away at her holo-pad. “Stars. I don’t know how she puts up with that idiot. She’s way out of his league, anyway. So much more competent.”

Lanie flipped her shimmery gold hair over her shoulder. “Good. That’s the most important thing. Also, you know this by now, but don’t mention the racers who went under at Torrid Gorges, and don’t even think about Abraxas. Forget he even existed. Do you hear me? Vanya will actually kill me if you somehow get yourself involved in this entire scandal. And then you won’t have a fun, sassy publicist. You’ll have some boring asshole who doesn’t know that you’re a fiend who likes sparkling water.”

Marivana’s lips curled up into a wry smile. “I know, Lanie. I know. I won’t say anything about either of those things.”

Ah, well, Widowmaker’s never been a very pretty racer, thought Marivana, dryly. Though it looks like she got some points for speed. Makes sense; Void Maker is one of the fastest unicorns out there.

my words: gown, precise, pink, skip, light, tea

tagging: @morningstar1399 @now-on-elissastillstands @atimefordragons @kzombi3 @digidream @lehua19 @artless-whimsy + anyone else who wants to do this!

#marivana #rua #my stuff

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mayvinwrites · 5 years ago

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Camp NaNo April 2020: Day 1

WIP: Unnamed WIP #1: The Shapeshifter and The Prince

Goal to reach by the end of April: 15k

Word count for today: 1052

Full word count: 1052

Excerpt from today (unedited):

Dante likes storms, the feeling of the rushing wind trying to knock him over, the sting of the salty air and that he can lean back into the wind and have it keep him up like a friend whose always there to catch you when you fall.

He’s outside on the rocks by the sea now, feeling his loose clothes flap around him as his curly brown hair gets stiff with salt, the night sky sparkling, without the light from his lighthouse that’s hidden in a little corner of the valley. The port at the castle town made this little lighthouse unneeded as ships and boats no longer come this way, well, except that one, the one rocking over the waves of the storm. Wait-

“Oh,” Dante breaths, “shit,” he says watching the ship jump over the waves like he’s hypnotised, frozen to the spot as the ship gets closer, closer to the rocky shore, “Shit!”

He jumps back, bouncing from foot to foot, before running for the lighthouse, damning himself for leaving the light off, he should have been more careful, and now lives are on the line and could be lost because Dante wanted a cheaper electricity bill, like a moron, a broke moron, but still a moron.

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#camp nano april 2020 #Unnamed WIP #my WIP #my writing

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gumnut-logic · 5 years ago

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Green Dragonstone

Fandomversary Fic Three - Brains and Pancakes for @vegetacide

Because this was for Veggie, it’s Warm Rain, Virgil/Kayo.

Prompts go here

-o-o-o-

“You’re kidding.”

“N-No, I’m n-not.”

“Forty-three?”

“Exactly.”

“Brains, I’m sorry, but why?”

“I c-calculated that the combined w-weight would be e-enough to overcome their a-adhesive pr-properties.”

He looked up at the roof of the hangar cavern so far above them. “Again, why?”

“I-It should have been simple. Apparently not so.”

Virgil stared at his fellow engineer. Beyond him, Max tilted his head like a puppy trying to understand the conversation. The silly chef’s hat on his head fell even more crooked.

A sigh and Virgil once again peered up into the dimness far above. “How the hell did he manage to fling one pancake that high, much less forty-three?”

“A-Another error on my p-part. I underestimated his en-enthusiasm.” Brains shifted from one foot to the other. “Please, V-Virgil, they are too high f-for my c-comfort and with that m-mass they are a h-hazard to Thunderbird One.”

“Scott’s reaction would not be pretty no matter where a mouldy pancake might land.” He had to consider that it would be funny, though.

But not safe.

“Okay, Brains, give me a minute and I’ll climb up there and scrape the pancakes off the ceiling.”

“Thank you, Virgil.” Heartfelt gratitude.

Virgil couldn’t help but smile. Turning towards the stairs to his workshop and equipment locker, the smile became a grin at the ludicrousness of the task ahead. His days were always full of variety, but peeling forty-three half-cooked pancakes off the hangar ceiling wasn’t one that would have occurred to him in a million years.

-o-o-o-

Fifteen minutes later found Virgil geared up in his uniform and helmet and aiming a grapple gun at the roof. Extra rope, pitons and rubbish bags hung from his hip.

“B-be careful.”

“Not a worry, Brains. I do this kind of thing all the time.”

A flick of his finger and the gun fired. A solid thunk echoed through the cavern. Relay on his heads-up display confirmed a secure hold and Virgil fastened his harness to the line.

“Going up!” A flick of controls and he was airborne. The length of Thunderbird One flashed past him as he shot upwards. Seconds and he could place his gloved hand on the rough-hewed ceiling. He activated several air-powered pitons, some rope and a few D-rings later and he was safely secured to the rock.

A glance back down at Brains and...oh, what a perspective. The cavern was huge, he knew that, but from up here...wow.

But he had pancakes to contend with. Sure enough, forty-odd pancakes made quite a messy stalactite or two. Ugh, gross. One bag wasn’t going to be enough.

Clambering across the ceiling like a crab crossed with a spider, painted blue and green, he methodically wiped hardening pancake batter off the rock. It slopped into his rubbish bag, pale slush mixed with brownings, basalt dust, and the occasional actual cave spider.

Thank goodness for gloves.

He was starting in on his second bag of mildly vomit inducing grossness when the ceiling rumbled, a deep vibration and the clunk of familiar machinery. He knew the cause before it appeared on the hangar floor and he couldn’t help but smile as Thunderbird Shadow slid into her docks far below him.

Kay was home.

It took him another minute to realise she was going to find him a few dozen metres up in the air.

The mere thought of the resultant frown had him moving just that bit quicker.

The ceiling was made of mostly solid basalt, an extremely sturdy igneous rock produced by the now extinct volcano that had created the island. The majority of the cavern was naturally formed, but his father and Brains had used automated mining equipment to carve out the extra needed space in the hangars and model the caves into what they needed them to be. In this particular section of the roof, he could see the remains of the great rock grinders. There were also some areas of erosion prevention using a long life version of the same nano-concrete formula in Two’s equipment bay. As he moved across the ceiling, he came across a natural niche in the rock the grinders hadn’t tackled.

He reached in and scooped out the two pancakes that had managed to lodge in there.

Something caught the light.

He frowned and flicked on his lamp, pushing away the shadows.

There was something green in there.

Crab-like across the ceiling, he installed another piton and secured his rope in order to get closer. The niche was small, little more than a foot wide. The green caught the light of his lamp and shone back at him. What the-?

Comms crackle. “Virgil, what are you doing all the way up there?”

Okay, he jumped, snatching back the hand that was reaching for the green crystal formation hidden in the pocket of basalt.

“Uh, Kay?”

He looked down and sure enough, there she was staring up at him, hands on her hips. He couldn’t see the frown from here, but he didn’t have to. It was there, no doubt.

Brains and Max had retreated a few steps away.

“Pancakes, Virgil?”

“Hey, someone has to clean the ceiling from time to time. You wouldn’t believe the cobwebs.”

“Do you need a hand?”

He glanced at the crystal, still sparkling in his lamp light. “No, nearly done. Be down shortly.”

“Looking forward to it.”

He grinned. “FAB.”

Pulling his small laser cutter from his toolkit, he reached up and carefully cut the palm sized crystal out of the rock. As it landed in his hand, it’s rounded green glassy shape shone refractions onto his glove.

He stashed it in his baldric.

A few more pancakes and the ceiling was as tidy as it could be. He disengaged several of the ropes, withdrew the pitons and carefully lowered himself down to the floor.

Kay, of course, was waiting for him.

“Not what I expected to find you doing, love.”

He grinned as he drew her to him. “What did you expect to find me doing?”

“Uh, V-Virgil, one of the bags is l-leaking.”

He looked down to find a boot covered in grey pancake batter. “Ergh.”

Kay snickering behind a hand didn’t help.

-o-o-o-

It took him months.

He had studied sculpture at one point in his art training, but never gem cutting. So, random off hours found him researching, purchasing and, with some acquired crystal, practising.

His artistic flare served him well and his aptitude with tools even more, but he made sure to create several prototypes before even looking at the stone he had pulled from the ceiling.

A little investigation and a consultation with a mineralogist proved it to be olivine, peridot in this form, and a beautiful piece. He had had to lift the specimen out of the woman’s hand for fear she might run off with it.

Once he knew its properties, he could learn how to manipulate it. Like any artistic medium, he just needed to know how it worked and how to get it to do what he wanted.

Because he knew exactly what he wanted to create.

It was late at night, hidden away in his workshop, when he drew the green dragon from the stone.

It echoed the dragons on his engagement ring, but its tail wrapped around itself in the sign for infinity before dropping to a point. Half folded wings formed the atriums of a green heart bracketing that point and the dragon snarled out between them.

The gentlest touch, the finest polish, he held his breath as he cut and finished it. It was far from perfect. The crystal itself wasn’t pure, several ribbons of other minerals streaking through the green, but in his opinion that just made it more beautiful.

When he was satisfied with the result, he strung it on a silver chain and, wrapping it in soft cloth, placed it in a little wooden box.

He kept it in his bedside drawer.

He kept it for her.

For a very special day.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Hiram Hackenbacker #kayo kyrano #virgil/kayo #warm rain

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natsuhikoshidou · 6 years ago

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MY FUNNY WEEKEND (JP/ROM/ENG)

Track 4 from Mekakucity Reload. Please support Jin by buying the album or listening on Apple Music/Spotify!

JAPANESE

期待はずれのウィークエンド　あくび出ちゃうわ刺激的な毎日が　好きなの思いつくままに　予定狂わせて実際問題　ちょっと大胆なくらいが　正解ね

子供じみた誘いじゃ　飽きて来ちゃうの人と違う　景色が見たいのよ着の身着のままで　したいことをしちゃうのは当然の権利でしょ？

だけど、こんな蒸し暑い日は　映画でも観て苦しむより　楽しんだもん勝ちだわずっと調子こいている　太陽もきっと敵わない私だけが　主人公の道の先へ

進め！「幸せ」をもっと！「ワクワク」をずっと！欲張るくらいが　ちょうど良いわとりあえず今日はエアコンの温度二十度にしてアイス食べましょレッツカモン！

よそ見しないで！飽きさせないで！ HEY！ HEY！ HEY！水着は　ナンセンス！泳げないし　つまんないわ！人混みなんて　問題外よ！ HEY！ HEY！ HEY！浮き足立っちゃう　そんな未来へ　連れてって！

センチメントなアバンチュール映えた　サヴィル・ロウ大人向けの恋が　知りたいのよ

冷めた夏の午後　街に繰り出せど「年齢制限」ばっか　どいつもこいつも　心外ね！

「子供らしく」だなんて　反吐が出ちゃうわずっと「自分らしく」　生きたいなら

まずは「威勢良く」　そして「諦め悪く」で

跳梁跋扈　いざ行こう！

ほら、邪魔邪魔　退いて！

live & append rough 悲しんでる　暇はないの live & append rough 落ち込むとか　ダメじゃない？ live & append rough 嬉しい時　笑えるのが live & append rough それが　ベストでしょ？

あぁ、明日はもっと　今日よりずっと素晴らしい日に　決まってるわ終わりになって　また始まって続いてくから　飽きないの

さぁ「キラメキ」をもっと！「ドキドキ」をずっと！欲しがらなくっちゃ　勿体無いわ

自分で選んで　泣いて笑って楽しめるなんて　最高ね！

「幸せ」をもっと！「ワクワク」をずっと！欲張るくらいが　ちょうど良いわ

とりあえず今日はお月見でもしたい気分なのエスコートしてよ

レッツカモン！油断しないで！飽きさせないで！ HEY！ HEY！ HEY！浴衣は　ナンセンス！躓いちゃうし　歩けないわ！浮き足立って　飛び込んじゃえば HEY！ HEY！ HEY！明日が　どんな雨降りだって　大丈夫よ

きっと、良い日だわ

ROMAJI

Kitai hazure no uiikendo akubi dechau wa Shigeki-teki na mainichi ga sukinano Omoitsuku mama ni yotei kuruwasete Jissai mondai chotto daitanna kurai ga seikai ne

Kodomo-jimita sasoi ja akite kichaun no Hito to chigau keshiki ga mitai no yo Kinomikino mama de shitai koto o shichau no wa Touzen no kenri desho?

Dakedo, konna mushiatsui hi wa eiga demo mite Kurushimu yori tanoshinda mon kachida wa Zutto choushi koiteiru taiyou mo kitto kanawanai Watashi dake ga shuujinko no michi no saki e

Susume! “shiawase” o motto! “wakuwaku” o zutto! Yokubaru kurai ga choudo ii wa Toriaezu kyou wa Eakon no ondo ni-juu-do ni shite Aisu tabemasho

Rettsukamon!

Yosomi shinai de! Akisasenai de! HEY! HEY! HEY! Mizugi wa nansensu! Oyogenaishi tsumannai wa! Hitogomi nante mondai-gai yo! HEY! HEY! HEY! Uki ashidacchau sonna mirai e tsuretette!

Senchimento na abanchuuru Haeta sabiru rou Otona muke no koi ga shiritai no yo Sameta natsu no gogo machi ni kuridase do “Nenrei seigen” bakka doitsu mo koitsu mo shingai ne!

“Kodomo rashiku” da nante hedo ga dechau wa Zutto “jibun rashiku” ikitai nara Mazu wa “isei yoku” soshite “akirame waruku” de Chouryou batsuko iza ikou! Hora, jama jama doite!

Live & append rough Kanashinderu hima wa nai no Live & append rough Ochikomu to ka dame janai? Live & append rough Ureshii toki waraeru no ga Live & append rough Sore ga besuto de sho?

Aaa, ashita wa motto kyou yori zutto Subarashii hi ni kimatteru wa Owari ni natte mata hajimatte Tsuduiteku kara akinai no

Saa “kirameki” o motto! “doki doki” o zutto! Hoshi gara nakucha mottainai wa Jibun de erande naite waratte Tanoshimeru nante saiko ne!

“shiawase” o motto! “wakuwaku” o zutto! Yokubaru kurai ga choudo ii wa Toriaezu kyou wa Otsukimi demo shitai kibun nano Esukooto shite yo

Rettsukamon!

Yudan shinai de! Aki sasenai de! HEY! HEY! HEY! Yukata wa nansensu! Tsumazuichau shi arukenai wa! Ukiashidatte tobikon jaeba HEY! HEY! HEY! Ashita ga donna ame furidatte daijoubu yo

Kitto, ii hi da wa

ENGLISH

A disappointing weekend, I let out a yawn I love having an exciting life, don’t you? My plans derail as I’m deep in thought The practical problem has an almost daring correct answer

The invitation’s childish but I’m getting frustrated I don’t wanna see people, I wanna see some scenery Doing whatever I want in whatever clothes I’m wearing - I should have the right to that, right?

But on a day this humid, whatever movie I watch, I tend to do something more fun than worrying I always get carried away but I’m definitely no match for the sun I’m the only one on the path to being a heroine

Go on! Be more “happy”! Always be “excited”! Once you’re greedy for it, it’s just right! For today, I’ll have the aircon at 20 degrees And eat some ice cream

Let’s come on! Don’t look away! Don’t get frustrated! Hey! Hey! Hey! Swimsuits are nonsense! I’m not going swimming it’s boring! Crowds of people are out of the question! Hey! Hey! Hey! I’m getting restless, take me to that future!

A sentimental adventure, shining Savile Row I wanna learn about love for adults On a cold summer afternoon I set out into the city It’s all “age limits”, every single one of them, how annoying!

“Like a child” huh? Don’t make me throw up. I’ve always just wanted to live “Like myself”. “Cheerfully” at first, but then “unwilling to give up”, I’ll go rampantly, right now! Come on, get out the way, obstacles!

Live & append rough I don’t have the time to be sad Live & append rough Being in a slump or whatever sucks, doesn’t it? Live & append rough Laughing during happy times, Live & append rough Isn’t that the best?

Aah, tomorrow is definitely gonna be A more wonderful day than today Once the day comes to an end, another day will start again Since life goes on, don’t get frustrated

C’mon! “Sparkle” more! Always be “fired up”! If you’ve gotta wish for something, wish for something better than you deserve! You can choose yourself whether to laugh or cry But enjoying something is just the best!

Be more “happy”! Always be “excited”! Once you’re greedy for it, it’s just right! For today, If you’re in the mood to watch the moon Then let me escort you Let’s come on!

Don’t be careless! Don’t get frustrated! Hey! Hey! Hey! Yukatas are nonsense! I’m gonna trip, I can’t walk! I’m so restless, how about we jump in? Hey! Hey! Hey! No matter how much it rains tomorrow, it’s fine.

‘Cause I’m sure it’ll be a great day.

(*this is my translation. Jins writing tends to be interpretive and the lack of sentence subject within japanese means that I’ve had to take some liberties with translating, like adding in “I” and “you”. Please be conscious that it’s possible that there is more than one way to interpret the lyrics.)

#mekakucity reload #kagerou project #kagepro #jin #my funny weekend #says a small prayer that this will format correctly on my blog

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9beautyfashion · 4 years ago

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10 Best Gold Plated Chains For Women In India

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Best Gold Plated Chains For Women

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