#not quite biting and fighting but making out with teeth involved

[ellethespaceunicorn]

The Howling of Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Five

Chapter Five: A Biting Truth

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors – DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: You and Walter talk about some things, you listen to a voicemail, and then talk a little more.

Warnings: anxiety, fluffy moments, mentioned smut, a lot of shirtlessness in this chapter, spicy late-night texting (not sexting technically)

A/N: Thank you all for being hella patient with me as I worked on my mental health. It has only been a month but I feel tons better already. I hope you enjoy this one. A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. 

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The tension in your muscles wakes you up. You had quite a night but you weren’t exactly upset about it. Stretching out your arms, you reach over to find the space next to you is empty and cold.

The last time you checked, there was a sleeping werewolf in bed with you. Now, there is just a wrinkled set of bedding that only serves to get your brain working double-time.

Did he leave? Were you too much for him? Did he change his mind about needing to care for you?

You pull the covers off you and sit up only to feel light-headed. Your senses dull and return to you tenfold, the smell of coffee invading your nostrils and giving you hope. 

You tiptoe out of bed and head to the bathroom to freshen up. Splashing water on your face, brushing your teeth, and doing something quick with your hair has you feeling a bit better about the sight that first greeted you in the mirror. You tiptoe back into your bedroom and pull on some sleep shorts, an old t-shirt, and a pair of fuzzy socks.

This totally looks like I just ‘woke up like this’, you think to yourself.

Making your way downstairs, you are greeted at the bottom of the stairs by a shirtless Walter holding a fresh mug of coffee in one hand. He hands you the mug and kisses your forehead.

“Bacon and eggs are almost ready. I hope you don’t mind me raiding your fridge. I was starved and I figured you would be too. And there is more coffee where that came from,” he says, smiling down at your surprised face.

You suddenly smell the bacon and your stomach grumbles, as if on cue. Walter laughs and ushers you to sit down at your dining table. He soon brings out two plates of scrambled eggs with cheese alongside bacon. Setting your plate in front of you, he takes your mug and refreshes your coffee and you enjoy the view of his ample ass as he walks away.

Once seated again, Walter opens up to you. “I’d like you to know a couple of things about me. Maybe should have told you these before we… you know. But, better late than never, right?”

You nod silently while picking up a slice of bacon and taking a bite to keep your mouth occupied.

“Right, well. I have a daughter and an ex-wife. They’re with my old pack. Faye, that’s my daughter. I miss her so much. We talk on the phone every week but I know her first shift is coming soon. I can feel it. Angie, her mother, and my ex-wife takes great care of her. I know that. But I wish I could do more. I had to leave the pack, though, because I disagreed with the Alpha. Well, less of a disagreement and more of a fight where I almost killed him. I didn’t want to kill him so instead I left. My best friend Jace, another pack member, is keeping an eye on Faye and Ang,” he peeks up at your eyes for a moment before continuing, “I just didn’t want to keep that from you. You deserve to know what you’re getting involved with.” He sits back and looks into your eyes for some kind of acceptance.

You reach over the table, putting your hand in Walter’s before speaking up. “Thank you for telling me, Wolfie. I appreciate you bringing me in on what you’re dealing with. It can’t be easy missing your daughter like that,” you reassure him, knowing that it’s your turn to open up, “I told you a bit about my ex-fiance, James Syverson, but you should probably know that I was the one who broke off our engagement.”

Walter nods for you to continue.

“Our relationship was always pretty fast. We got together while he was home for a bit from active duty. And then, we were making plans to get married. I wasn’t upset about that because I thought he was ‘my Sy’, ya know? But then, everything came crashing down right before he was deployed again. He wanted to get me pregnant so badly. I wasn’t ready to be all alone with this little life inside of me that wouldn’t know their father until he came home.” 

Bad manners be damned, you pick up another slice of bacon and chew while you speak, “We just couldn’t see eye to eye on that and in the end, I gave him back his ring and told him that I didn’t want to be an Army wife and have our kids be without a father for the most part. I broke up with him just before he deployed and I still feel awful about it. But, I mean, he did expect me to fall in line and I’m just not a soldier. I had my own plans for how things were supposed to go and it was much slower than what he had in mind. That being said, it’s kind of funny that I met a werewolf less than a year later and after one night, he may have gotten me pregnant. Not exactly in my plans, but for some reason, I’m not afraid to see what happens. And that is new for me so all I ask for is a little patience.”

You sit back in your chair, looking down at your plate, half-eaten and surely cold by now. You feel overwhelmed after talking about Sy, you still feel like shit for not giving him what he wanted. For so long, you thought he was your everything. You wanted to make him happy, but you chose your own happiness in the end. And that had been the hardest decision that you had ever made.

You are still in your head when you register Walter kneeling at the side of your chair and turning you face him before he speaks to you. “Tell me what you need.”

You look down at him and smile, his bright eyes are focused on you and his hands are soothing at your waist. You reach your hands to his face, cradling his bearded jaw before leaning forward and kissing him sweetly. You lean your forehead against his and sigh.

“I just need you, Wolfie.”

“You’ve got me. I’m not going anywhere, Pup.” He pulls you from your chair and into his lap so you wrap your arms and legs around him. Holding you tight to his chest, he shifts to sit cross-legged. You enjoy caressing his back while he sighs and kisses your neck. You can’t stop the mewl that escapes your lips at his tender touch.

You pull back and look into each other’s eyes, smiling and wondering if the other is thinking the same thing. 

Walter looks at his watch, looking back up to you with hopeful eyes. “I have about an hour before I need to get home and changed for work. How long do you have?”

“I don’t have to be in til 1. We’ve got time,” you offer, tangling a hand in his unruly curls.

Walter stands, holding onto you like a koala bear as he walks to and up the stairs. Getting to your bedroom, he sits down and lays back so you straddle his hips. As you lean up, taking off your shirt, his hands settle on your hips. You can feel how aroused you are for him as he guides your hips to glide over his clothed, yet hardening length.

And that is when your phone decides to ring.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” “Are you serious?” You both speak at the same time and can’t help but laugh.

You reach over to your nightstand for your phone, picking it up to see Olivia’s smiling face greeting you. You answer it and sit back in Walter’s lap.

“Hey, Liv. What’s up?” You put a finger to your lips and Walter nods so you slowly grind your hips into his. Watching his brows furrow as you give him just enough friction to enjoy himself.

“Hey, girl. I was just checking up on you. You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just taking it day by day, you know?” You place a hand on Walter’s abs and glide your fingers through his chest hair. Apparently, he is ticklish and he chuckles despite trying to be quiet.

“Girl...is that your mystery man? Tell him I said hey.”

“Olivia says hey, Walter,” you announce, to which he replies: “Hi, Liv.”

“Well, I won’t keep you. You enjoy yourself, girl. Lord knows you needed it. If he has any cute friends, keep me posted. Talk to you later. Bye, Walter!” 

“Bye,” You hang up, tossing your phone back on the nightstand before leaning forward to kiss the grin off of Walter’s face, “Now, where were we?”

He grips your hips and turns you both so he is on top. “I think we were right about here,” he coos, sitting back on his heels and pulling your shorts off, your socks following after. Keeping his jeans on, he slides them just slightly down his thighs.

He takes his time with you, listening to your body telling him what you need. He licks and nips at your neck. Grabbing at your legs, he pushes them back so he can go deeper. He holds on tight to his own orgasm until you have had two of your own. The only sounds in the room are his groans, your moans, and your shared breathing.

Once finished, you lay in bed cuddling until Walter checks his watch again and grumbles to himself. You watch as he gets out of bed and pulls his jeans back up. Grabbing a robe, you follow him down to your living room as he gathers the rest of his clothing.

He puts on his coat and turns to you, unsurprised that you are still watching him. He makes you promise to call him tonight after work. Leaning down, he pecks your lips and retreats a bit before you pull him back in for a steamier kiss. He smiles into it and you smile back.

You see him out and giggle again as you see that he actually did park on your lawn last night. He grimaces and ducks his head but you just scratch behind his ear and he is all smiles again. You watch until he is out of eyesight and then close the door so you can get ready for work.

Work is grueling for the first few hours. Well, one might say grueling, another might say it makes time go by faster. All you know is that you could use a break. Even though you quit smoking, you did miss the built-in ‘breaks’ that habit came with.

Once you sit in your car, you feel the stress of the last four hours ease off your shoulders. Though it lurks outside your car window, ready to jump back in place when you exit.

You scroll through your phone, replying to various emails and checking in with Liv. A notification pops up as a reminder to check your voicemail. Right, Sy had called and left you a message a day ago but you hadn’t opened it yet.

You navigate to the Phone icon, then to voicemail to see Sy’s unread alert. Pressing on the voicemail, you raise the phone to your ear and the message starts.

“Hey, Bug, it’s Sy...but of course, you knew that already. Caller ID, amirite? Anyway, uh, just wanted...wanted to say it was good seeing you today. Yer looking...good. Healthy. Jesus, I swear you’d think I was leaving a damn voicemail for the Queen or something. You remember you used to call me smooth, right? Not anymore, damnit. I just wanted to check in with you, ‘cause I went and got into a scuffle with a wolf out there in the woods. I’m fine, don’t you worry none. He got a couple nips in. But I got him right in the gut. The big bastard should be feeling that for the next few days at least. Hopefully, soon, we can put this wolf business behind us all. That’s all I had to say, I’m getting tired and you’re probably already in bed as it is. This damn message is getting too long, I think. Talk soon, bye now.”

You pulled the phone away from your ear and pressed the button to repeat the voicemail. Yeah, you heard that correctly. Turns out Sy is the one who shot Walter.

And just to make this even a bit more complicated, Walter may have gone and given Sy a bite. A bite that may or may not turn him into a werewolf.

You sit in the driver’s seat and debate just driving home for the day, but you pull up your big girl panties and force yourself to finish your shift. You clocked out and changed before anyone knew what hit them, all but running back to your car to make it home. 

Your thoughts run from Sy to Walter and back again so many times, who do you call first? Your ex, who may be struggling through turning right now, OR your boyfriend who doesn’t yet know anything is wrong. Right.

Turning on your car, you let the heat warm up the vehicle while you turn back to your phone. Hitting Sy’s contact, your phone starts to dial him. Three rings and you were just about on the verge of driving out to his house when he picked up.

“Hmph...’lo?” Sy’s sleepy voice sounds downright melodious.

“Oh, my God. Sy, are you ok? I am so sorry I didn’t get your message until now and I had to make sure you were o–“

Sy cuts you off in his confusion. “Bug, it’s...after midnight. You just leaving work?”

“Yeeeeeah, shit. I am so sorry. I just had to make sure you were ok. Getting into fights with wolves and all that, ya know?” The heat permeating your face was enough to make you wish the Earth swallowed you up.

“Wouldn’t say I got into a fight with him. More like, he whooped my ass and I had to shoot him,” he snorts, clearing his throat before speaking again, “Go ‘head and drive home. We can talk while you drive. So you know I’m safe, and I know you’re safe.”

“Yeah, got it,” you pushed the Bluetooth button to take over the call so you could drive and talk at the same time.

The short drive from work to home was just long enough for Sy to reassure you that he was feeling just fine. You made him send you a picture of his bite after you got off the phone. You shouldn’t have been surprised that he would send a fully shirtless pic of him in bed, barely zooming in on the wound on his hip. He looks really good.

The wound looks really good, you shut down whatever your brain decided to get stuck on and ask him for another closer pic. 

At least this time, you can only see half of his six-pack and much less of his happy trail. Thank God for small favors. You can see bruising around the bite, but it looks like it barely broke the skin. What does this mean for a werewolf bite? Who knows. But at least, he—the bite looks good.

You text him to keep you posted if he starts to feel feverish or anything, you can remember from movies and television that werewolves tend to feel feverish when they are changing. Is that accurate? Again, who knows?

But, you know who would know?

You respond with a wink face when Sy thanks you for checking up on him. He responds with his signature kissing heart wink face and you refuse to put any more thought into that shirtless man tonight. You shake your head and exit the messaging app to make a call.

One ring and he picks up, “Hey, Pup. You make it home ok? Just thought you were gonna call a bit ago.”

“Hi, Wolfie. Yeah, I made it home ok, baby. I just had quite a night and had to check in on a friend. I…had to check in on James. Seems you two have met. Uh, there’s no easy way to say this, baby–”

“Slow down, just start from the beginning.” Walter’s calm voice cuts you off and you just blurt everything out.

“You may have turned my ex into a werewolf. You bit him, and he shot you. So, can we freak out now or did you have a better time in mind?” You close your eyes, not sure what you were expecting him to say.

“Now is good, I think.”

Ok, I guess you could have predicted that.

To be continued...

A/N: Very sorry that this took about a month to get out, but my mental health was declining and I had to work on a few things.

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[mihwee]

"I'll never admit it, You Fucking Lunatic."

Omniscient Readers Viewpoint

Pairings; Yoo Joonghyuk × Top!M!Reader

s.p: yoo joonghyuk was a known man for jealousy, atleast for you, and you find that one of the many things you find disgusting about him. Always so rude... so— dislikeable. You were a man that usually hates flings that cling onto you like some kind of leech. Knowing damn well it was just a one night thing. But yoo joonghyuk. I guess, a main character has its perks. Especially on charisma. That you even find his jealousy quite endearing.

On recent ocassions, you'll find a survivor you somehow like. then ofcourse yoo joonghyuk will "hate" that person as the same level as you. Becoming more irritable at his unpredictable behaviour, the usual glaring spiraled into a fight, and to a suprising turn of events.

sucks to know dokja coudnt stop this arguement from happening.

Warning: reader implied same height, reader and yjh implied as enemies/rivals , hate sex, secret admiration, degradation, no dom/sub roles (???) You both go feral. No spoilers for novel / anything above the webtoon chapters ^^ so everyone can enjoy, also dokja always breaks the fight between you two, so it doesnt end up as a half assed battle to the constellations. Tried to proofread 🤞

Tags: Choking, Ass grabbing, Thigh gripping, lots of gripping and biting, heavy cussing/degradation , No protection, sharp teeth, one shot. No plot/what plot? Slight ooc bc people go crazy when their ab to cum LMAOO

Dni: minors under the age of 16 do not request, minors under 14 in general DNI

Notes: hope its up to your liking, crack summary is that you both fuck with seething anger bcs yjhs fuckbuddy payed attention to smone else, dont know how to explain it but jealousy is (obviously) involved

"Hm, ofcourse." You smiled. As the person you recently saved hugged closer, much more comfortable than they were earlier. shivering, well, you though to yourself. At that small stature, even shorter than han sooyoung, you even doubt if they'll survive if it wasnt for you. "Thank you, mister." Said brunette.

as they gripped onto the oversized cloth you've given them, you saw yoo joonghyuks mocking stare from a seat over. You scoffed, glaring back at him. Hes doing this stupid shit again, where he starts something for no reason. And it somehow always you that he argues with. With dokja and the others, he seems cold. But christ when it comes to you even coming a step closer— he always has something to say, As if you just didnt fuck his brains out a month ago.

the campfire crackled, as the leaves rustled at the mightnight air. Dokja discussed with others on how they should move forward, and make haste. the scenarios condition doesnt look good, to add to that, you saving a random and basic person off the streets was something that added up to yoo joonghyuks hatred.

as the others talked from a distance over, it was only you, yoo joonghyuk, and the survivor. Awkwardly quiet except from the glaring you two were doing for the past hour. You sighed, feeling annoyed. you brung the girl closer with just one hand, as the woman flinched, a blush slowly spread around her frozen face. "ah, i think you need to rest. " you chuckled, smiling. "How about you go in that tent? Ill accompany you."

As both of you stood up, the tension was sliced in half. you joonghyuk scoffs and averts his glare another way. Whats with his deal? A single person woudnt drain all the materials. So why the hell is he angrier than usual? As you let the small woman go into the spare tent, you smiled and bid her goodnight.

"y/n." Joonghyuk blankly calls your name, standing right behind you. With his arms crossed. You glanced from behind, smiling fakely. "What is it?"

"Why bring her here?" As you think for a moment, your fingers curl as you hum. "I dont know, i just wanted to?" You laugh, smirking at him. "Is it bad for me to junghyuk-ah?"

As yoo joonghyuks glared sharpened, he let his fist curl around the collar of your shirt. "you know the scenarios will get harder as we progress. Adding another deadweight such as yourself will make nothing better." He hissed, yet you arched a brow, holding his wrist.

"Deadweight?" I laughed. "I saved your ass multiple times with Dokja hyung."

"Or, are you just jealous i didnt comfort and kiss you in the damned cheek?" You laughed, your nails grazing onto his skin as you felt his glare dig daggers into your face. The leaves rustled as the fire crackled a Bright glow infront of you. No one near in sight other than the both of your presences.

"Come with me." Yoo joonghyuk exclaims, grabbing you by the forearm.

.

.

.

"Aw... joonghyuk-ah."

You grinned, biting your lip. his palm gripped tight onto your back, harsh enough to leave red swelling scratches. "Hah, you dragged me here so i can just fuck you? Were you jealous?" You teased. "You really are one of a kind... come on now, you know i wont replace you." Laughing, you felt him grit his teeth, Face flushed as your hips pounded onto his.

"Shut the fuck up y/n." He muttered. His voice hitched upwards as your dick hitted the hilt of his hole, making his muscles flex around your shaft, his head was a mess. You were just as ridiculous as what the rumours say. Always in some pretty girl or boys bed one occasion or another. And what made yoo joonghyuk even more pissed, is that you treated him nothing like a toy. He felt even more irritated of himself that he chased you around no matter the situation, like some kicked puppy.

Yoo joonghyuk coudnt help but relish in the feeling of your thick cock pounding into his ass. His rigged muscles flexing, Shuddering. Shivering at every movement. He gritted his teeth, his nails digging marks onto your back as you held your shirt up high by your teeth, grinning at the sight before you. Yoo joonghyuk shut his eyes tightly, letting out a broken moan with a cracked voice.

You groaned at the sound, feeling him tighten even more around you as he pushed his lips back to ravish yours. Biting hard enough to draw blood, your lips tainted with bruises.

He was particualarly rougher than usual. and more eager to please. His cock bouncing with need at every thrust, his legs wrapped around your waist, enough to forcefully pull you down to his chiseled body. "Fuck...." he murmured, underneath his breath. Why doesnt this feel enough?

And suddenly, with a push, you grabbed yoo joonghyuks neck. Your palm pressing him down on the soft mattress. "fucking stupid slut. All you do is be a little bitch all day huh?" You cursed, your fingers pressing down his airway. — The bed creaking with the force of your thrusts, Yoo joonghyuk can finally feel like hes enjoying this. He needed your attention. does he hate to admit it,— He will always beg for it. And he doesnt want some random fucking stranger taking it away from him.

He moaned, his hand reaching up to grip your hair, and his other to wrap around your forearm. Out of breath, gasping for air with a broken voice. "Hah? Ah... hah... yeah thats it yoo joonghyuk ah." You smirked. Your dick making a dent even onto his muscled torso. His cock dripping streams of precum. "Shut..shut.. ahh.. shut the fuckkk.. up.." yoo joonghyuk gasped for air. "And just keep.. fucking meee!" He moaned out brokenly. His fingers gripping onto your hair as your scalp ached.

His head was an utter mess at this point, words slipping out of his mouth that even he would rather end his own life if he would to see this sober. Or lets say, a post-orgasam bliss.

After minutes and minutes of skin slapping against skin, and multiple words of degradation. One particular thrust seemed to send him over the edge. You groaned, a half moan as you buried your dick deep into his quivering ass. Filling him to the brim with your cum. He threw his head back. Following soon after. Moaning as he clenched around your shaft, his body shuddering as he held onto your head and back. His own dick spurting out long ropes of come.

It felt amazing, his legs unable to pick which way he should cling onto you. The heel of his foot seemingly digging onto your back. Your body littered with bruises and bites, blood and sweet bodily fluids dripped down your torso. You breathed out, your hips twitching as you came hard and deep. Taking a long moment to catch your breath.

"y/n." Yoo joonghyuk groaned your name. Low and husky as he tried to recover. Your dick awkwardky still in his ass.

"....Who the fuck told you to stop?"

[cdroloisms]

some c!dream fics don't take into account his flaws and make him like a little bit out of characther bc while he was traumatized by the prison and it affected his way of thought in much aspects he was still able to bit your hand if you looked him bad and got more focused on his revenge and after his plan. He's a more morally grey characther and sometimes people who try too hard not fell into the c!inniter caricature ended up making him unable to literally even hold a sword when that isn't true either

"revenge" lol

to be fair, c!dream was deeply affected by the prison and absolutely got nerfed like hell fighting wise. the difference between his fight with clingy before and after the prison is insane--not to mention how scrapped lore had him so damn triggered by the sight of the cell replica that c!quackity and c!sam could get him down pretty much without a fight. las nevadas five has him running away from the fight at the first main sign of danger (and then successfully being followed by c!tommy without noticing) and the scene with c!sapnap and c!george with aimsey had him barely fighting back at all, cowering behind his shield against a wall, and running away and using arrows of harming to get himself distance. like, sure, he can definitely still fight, but he was absolutely played as losing a lot of his fighting ability (c!dream's fighting style is nothing like cc!dream's--it was absolutely a deliberate character choice to have him act like this)

all that being said, i get what u mean--ooc c!dream is everywhere in every flavor. i definitely like c!dream written with a little bit of bite, especially when he's on the back foot, as you said. c!dream's declarations of revenge (as is especially evident in LN5 and daedalus, boy what the fuck is torturing a country supposed to mean IT'S A COUNTRY) are also very evidently ... often defensive in nature? c!dream bites and shows his teeth as a back off back off dont fucking touch me don't try to fuck with me gesture because he's scared moreso than angry, tbh, and i think playing with aggression due to fear is something fun to do with c!dream in fic in general bc of the ways that aggression can be perceived and then responded to

a lot of what i like about post-prison c!dream is that ... despite an alleged focus on revenge (which took him months. and fucked him over, with scrapped lore, and was badly executed both times with quackity and put him in a lot of danger and involved a hell of a lot more trying to get through to sam than actual revenge in daedalus) and The Plan (which involved ... killing people? and then he repeatedly. does not kill people?) is that he does feel quite directionless. he's still in the prison, still caught in that limbo. he's doing research (i guess) and he's letting the prison (his home base) rot around him. he's staying there and barely leaving for weeks at a time. all while he's focused on the plan, guys, #trust, he's fine, he's still moving forward moving on ... just. Just.

[jade-of-mourning]

listen the idea of lin & mako having history pre-canon is the funniest shit to me ever idk why it's just funny especially seeing how their relationship casually evolves throughout the series

edit: i wrote this before getting around to rewatch and i drastically failed in my characterization of lin please forgive me

There's a ratty kid running messages in the middle of a busted underground drug transaction. He gets arrested with the rest of the participants who didn’t scram fast enough and is taken to the station — where he promptly escapes his juvenile cell before he can get pulled in for interrogation. Lin knows his type, thin-faced with eyes older than their body, and she hopes that this is the last she sees of him, because she hates having to deal with kids involved in crime.

Two months later, she's on the night patrol when she runs onto the scene of a Triad raid. There's a small firebender wielding flame and settling the building ablaze, stark against the black sky; she makes eye contact with him and realizes that it's that ratty, slippery kid who had been running messages. As more officers arrive on the scene and quell the flames, she snatches him before he can flee with the rest. He's snarling sparks and biting at air with his teeth, kicking his feet viciously in an attempt to escape the metal cables wrapped around his body, and she hauls him into the station and sits his ass down in the interrogation room, where he gets his first mugshot taken and she fills out the paperwork to send him back to an orphanage. A few days later, she reads an offhand report that a kid’s run away.

She doesn't see him again until a year later in the aftermath of a violent robbery, this time hauled in the back of a getaway car that their pursuers don't catch. There's a woman lying in water with smoke coming off her body, and Lin can see the lichtenberg figures crawling over her skin.

They're on a stakeout on a warehouse when he fires lightning through the window, shattering glass. Lin's yelling orders and fighting off a triad of gangsters, and as whips her cables around the last man, she turns around to see the now-teenager whipping lightning through her officers' metal suits and kicking flames through the air. He spits in her face when she captures him in earth and breaks away the back to cuff his hands and calls her the worst of 'em all, the mighty fuckin' Chief of Police herself. He's sitting in the interrogation room with his hands bound to the table and infinitely subdued, dead silent under the weight of her gaze, meeting her eyes with a hard dirty gold edge. His face is still thin and young the way it'd been years ago, bones still jutting out of his cheeks, hair chopped unevenly and falling across his brow. You must be close to Zolt, to have learned lightning to any level of proficiency, let alone been taught, she says to him, and he scowls and hisses like a feral pygmy-puma and doesn't speak a word. His second mugshot gets stored in his growing file. She learns from other subjects of interrogation that he's Zolt's project and intended successor should he survive long enough, learns of their general resentment towards him. Someone still busts him out of jail by the next night.

He's way too involved in the underground for anyone's liking. He's Zolt's protege and he's constantly involved in raids and exchanges and assaults. He's often the last one fighting off several officers until he's captured by Lin, the warehouse scenario playing out over and over again: he's shooting lightning and spitting fire and fighting viciously until his blood is in his eyes, absolutely wild without reservation. He vomits insults at the police out of his mouth while driven to the station, curses them for the lack of care the world's ever shown towards him and his brother. Every time he ends up in a jail cell and the guards look away for a minute, he's managed to slip away, a slippery bastard eel-shark. He quits his silence, tears into her and her job over interrogation rooms in handcuffs and still escapes despite it all. (He even manages to snatch the blasted red scarf out of her office while on the way out. What the fuck.) He's got nearly half a dozen mugshots accumulated in his folder at the station, each one documenting his eyes darkening to a harder gold, the growth of bruises around his neck, evidence of his increasing inability to fill out his skin.

And then he vanishes. At first she doesn't notice, but his absence becomes more evident as Zolt's work begins showing up with increasing frequency rather than his favorite errand-runner. She doesn't really give a shit about the little asshole fire-spitting punk who'd only caused trouble while running with the triads, a notable accomplice in harassing the city for the past four years — but she also can't help but wonder what happened to him. No body ever turns up and she eventually forgets about him; crime never stops.

Imagine her fucking surprise when three years later, he's suddenly best friends with an even more asshole fire-spitting punk: the Avatar. She sees him in the City Hall when she comes to assert her support for the pro-bending arena, doesn't register who he is until he turns in surprise and narrows his eyes at her, familiar in the cold fire behind them. She realizes that he’s the Mako she’s been hearing on the radio, the rapidly rising star of the sport. She also doesn’t get the chance to address any of this madness before Tenzin drags her aside, and then the world moves too fast for her to figure out how the fuck he’s involved in this mess. She sees him fight now and she knows that he knows she knows, but they don't acknowledge it at all because there's too much more at stake. His voice is still low and scratchy, but it's now carefully articulate, no sign of vicious vitriol and derision that had once spilled from his lips, just reservation and consideration.

Their non-interaction lasts until after the entire Amon ordeal is (somewhat) resolved and her bending is restored. She confronts him, grudgingly acknowledges his role in saving the city, then flatly declares that she doesn't trust him for shit. He glares her down for a moment before the familiar fire fades from his eyes and his shoulders slump ever so slightly. He says that he’s trying to be a better man now, that he cares deeply for the people around him now, that he doesn’t ever want to turn back to who he was forced to have been because it was never who he wanted to be. She tells him that she can’t let him go unanswered for his crimes from when he was younger; he begs her to not ruin everything that he’s worked so hard to make for himself. It’s unexpected for all that she thought she knew of him, the desperation open on a face no longer carved by starvation.

And Lin knows in her heart that he’s trying. She can see it in the way he looks at Korra like she cradles the sun in her palms, the way he puts his hand on his brother’s shoulder and opens his arm to embrace, the way he talks to the Sato girl with softened edges and keeps his eyes on her face, not her pockets. But she can’t trust that trying of itself is enough. It comes to her: she needs to keep an eye on him, and he needs a stable job (— kids like him who’ve managed to crawl out of the gutter are always on the hunt for one after all, despite how rarely they find it).

So she offers him an application for the force, tells him that she’ll turn a blind eye to his past if performs this service under her watch. She admits he’s got a good head on his shoulders, that he’s a good fighter — she would know —, and states that if he’s truly so determined to do right, then he should be extending that to the city as well. He looks at her and asks, Do I really have a choice? 

She looks at him wryly, raises an eyebrow. I don’t have much of a choice myself, now do I? she tells him.

other random mako-related tumblr writings i did: x / x

this is also kind of the only way i can picture mako joining the rpcd initially, because it actually makes no sense to me lmfao. how he got involved, that is. like i can definitely see him being super passionate about it and ultimately coming to enjoy working for this fictional police force, probably finding some kind of self-appointed redemption for himself as a kid, but also how did this get started in the first place. consider me baffled.

… i kinda wanna write a oneshot on this now. oops. goddamnit </3

spat this out in maybe two hours cuz i thought it was funny. i'm still writing That Fic, it's almost 10k long somehow and i think i need to delete about half of it, but we'll see lmfaooo

also here's a wip on him i started that i may or may not ever finish

[dominimoonbeam]

😁 Oh, my lovely, wonderful Domini

I have a dream… of using the combined prompts,

“Well, someone’s cranky today.” and “Well, someone needs to shut the fuck up.” combined with *kissing to annoy a third party*, involving David & Darlin snarking at each other, and upon realizing Quinn is watching, choosing to kiss each other to piss him off 😈 Bonus points if they quickly forget the point of the kiss is to annoy Quinn 🤣 💋

CHAR!! I love it. Thank you so much for this ask!!

I might flesh this one out more before I post it to ao3... We'll see.

David/Darlin

tags: first kiss, idiots in love, drinking, bar fight

MY WHAT BIG TEETH YOU HAVE

David nursed his beer at the bar, making sure to take it slow because Asher was hellbent on dragging him to the dance floor when he was done with this one.

Fuck that.

Darlin leaned against the bar beside him, turned the other way to face the room, their arms pressing back to settle elbows on the surface. “At this rate we’re going to need to carry him home,” the remarked.

David turned enough to look back over his shoulder at the floor and Asher. He bit the inside of his lip to hide a smile. Ash and about half the pack were dominating the dancefloor—not pushing anyone else out but definitely a presence. It was impossible not to be. A fire elemental stepped closer to Asher and even from across the room David caught that look, the curious one asking to get even closer to Asher. He only watched long enough to see the grin on his best friend’s face before looking away again, taking a deep drink off his beer because he would not need to worry about Asher coming back to bother him tonight.

“Doesn’t look like we’ll be the ones carrying him.”

Darlin laughed and then snagged his beer.

“Get your own,” he griped but rolled his eyes when the finished it.

“We’re sharing!”

“The fuck we are!”

Darlin pouted. “Well, someone’s cranky today…”

“Well, someone needs to shut the fuck up,” he countered, but flagged the bartender for another, signaling for a second bottle for the shifter next to him.

Someone else came up to them… or rather, came up to Darlin.

David glanced over his shoulder at the vampire looking Darlin over from head to toe, lingering on their neck.

Darlin, for their part, stared back, mostly bored.

“I heard you’re into biting,” the vampire said, not having to raise their voice to have it slithering in their ears.

David swiveled to the side, more than ready to show this biter just how fast a shifter could move.

But Darlin grinned. “I am. But you can go back and tell him that his little teeth don’t do it for me anymore.”

David raised an eyebrow, not sure what they meant until the vampire hissed and bolted back into the crowd. It was fast enough that he barely clocked them until they reappeared on the other side of the club, at a cluster of couches and next to another vampire.

Quinn.

David turned forward before he could show that he even noticed him, picking up a beer and taking the first drink. He knew Darlin was staring back at their ex from across the room. He’d been a nightmare and the breakup had been violent and ugly, but that was a few years ago now. Darlin was back with the pack, safe and happy, just like he’d always hoped they would be.

David passed them the beer in his hand and they took it like that was always the plan. “Little teeth, huh?”

Darlin sipped and shrugged, turning their head to look back at him. “I know it’s petty but if he’s going to send his creeps to try to make me uncomfortable I figure it’s fair to try to piss him off…”

David shook his head. “It’s not petty.”

Darlin took another swig and then passed the bottle back to him. “He’s always thought you and me had a thing.”

David looked at them again. The idea sent a jolt through him, maybe because he’d always had a soft spot for Darlin. Maybe Quinn wasn’t quite as stupid as David always thought… “Do you want to really piss him off?”

Darlin blinked at him, trying to play it cool, but their gaze flicked to his mouth for a second and then back his eyes. “What?”

David shrugged.

Darlin smiled slowly. “Seriously?”

David shrugged again.

Darlin flashed teeth, tempted. “He might lose it…”

“He already lost it,” David reminded, waiting. And let that biter make a move. David wasn’t worried.

Darlin slid their back along the bar, into his space, and he lifted his arm from the surface to give them that real estate in front of him, his hand settling on their hip.

Darlin curled an arm around the back of his shoulders. “You drunk?” they asked, checking.

He laughed before he could catch it. The idea of them checking to make sure they weren’t taking advantage of him was too funny.

“Shut up,” Darlin laughed while scolding.

He leaned down and kissed them, soft and short first, their lips still close and their bodies practically pressed together.

Darlin blinked, stunned, and then kissed him harder, pulling themself flush against him.

David wound his arm around their back, devouring that kiss like it might be his only.

Later that morning, he’d know that he forgot the kiss was to piss off Quinn the second they slid in front of him, and so had they.

But it had still worked.

Later that morning, he’d hear from Milo how Quinn shot across the room like a missile, fangs out.

He hadn’t known then only because Quinn never made it close enough for it to matter. Asher caught him halfway across the club, shifting into a wolf and closing teeth around his ribcage before he made it.

The whole empowered club erupted into a bar fight that somehow devolved into a flashy show of powers once the vampires were tossed out. The Department arrived late enough to frown in confusion, scold the lot of them, and write citations for risking covert with indoor storms, fireworks, and earthquakes set to the beat of music.

[angelicalchaoticabyss]

Perhaps a Caviar X reader for the subnautica goodness? 👀

It had been some time since you met the mer-squid shark, Captain Caviar. You were surprised at how nice he was and it was a welcome change of pace. The…cookies, of this planet were either very annoying to deal with or hostile…most of them at least. Captain caviar actually saved you from another squid shark named Blue coral, he seemed to be that one’s boss and played no games when it came to that behavior. You were of course very grateful for the rescue and offered him your own help should he ever need it.

“Ah don’t worry about it, these salty crumblings just get out of control sometimes.” He said.

It was nice to have a friend in such an environment. Caviar was tough and ragged, but super nice and caring at the same time! He always knew what to say to make you smile. The mercookie would also assist you by either keeping other predatory fauna away or gathering resources for you to use. He truly was an amazing friend.

“Captain Caviar, again, thank you so much for everything!” You thanked.

“No need to thank me, I’m more than happy to help. I get this planet is pretty scary and it’s not easy to survive, so why not give a visitor a fighting chance ay?” He replied.

You laughed and agreed with him, had it been the other way around you would’ve helped him too. Honestly there’s not a word in the dictionary that could describe how grateful you were. You had to admit, his…well his everything was getting to you. His charm, his looks, his personality. You couldn’t believe you were falling for an alien…well, you were alien to him as well but you get the picture. You wanted to be closer to him so you rebuilt you base near his territory.

Caviar was happy to have you closer as well, certainly made the trip to visit way easier! With him having both lungs and gills he could easily enter your base to spend dry land time with you as well. Listen to music or try some of your snacks. He especially liked salty snacks the best.

Captain Caviar thought about you a lot. A being from another planet, or a Witch as you called yourself, he was so very fascinated. Maybe that’s why he saved you from his subordinates, he wanted to learn more… But over time with you, his feelings began to grow. He loved the friendship he had with you, spending time with you, helping you, anything that involved you brought a smile to his face!

Sometimes he wondered if he’d be this happy if he just let Blue coral eat you, but he’d always arrive at the same answer. He wouldn’t be happy; without you his life would be…dull. He never got bored of you, he missed you when you were apart. He desired to protect and care for you with all his being. Now of course the tough Captain caviar was never the best with these types of feelings but here he was feeling them for you.

One day you decided to go down deeper into the crystal caverns, it was quite a ways away from your base so you decided to get moving early with your sea truck. Of course this led to you not telling Caviar where you were going, bad idea.

Little did you know of the hell you’d soon face.

When Captain caviar came to visit, he obviously noticed you were gone, hauling himself up into your base he looked for clues that could lead towards your whereabouts. Then he noticed your day planner, looking through it he saw you were heading towards the crystal caverns. Oh no… As fast as he could Caviar launched back into the water and swam like his life depended on it, but he knew yours depended on it.

Sirens blared through the sea truck; it was damaged in several ways from the digestive fluids of that mer-shadow leviathan. Black pearl.

“Hahahahahah! You can try but you’ll never escape me!” She cried out with sadistic glee.

You were freaking out and desperately trying to get away as water was leaking into the sea truck, you had no room or time to make the repairs! You kept going until her lower teeth clamped onto your vehicle again, biting hard and releasing more digestive fluids that nearly brought it all down to zero. You had to get out of here!

When you were released, you decided to make a break for that one strange base you saw on the way here. You exited the sea truck with your diving gear and swam as fast as you could, but she came out of the darkness again. Laughing and prepared to swallow you whole, however Black pearl wasn’t prepared for the electrified tendrils that wrapped around her.

“Aaaaaaah!!!” She screamed.

Your eyes went wide as you spotted Captain caviar electrocuting her with his tendrils, teeth grit and a dark glare on his face. He looked at you.

“Go, hurry! I’ll take care of her!”

With no time to spare you swam faster than you ever swam before in your life, making it to that strange base before you could run out of oxygen. Taking in gasps of air and climbing up the moonpool ladder you prayed Caviar would be okay. You waited and waited for him, worry eating away at your psyche. Finally you saw him pulling himself up by your side. He was covered in wounds but thankfully alive.

You took out one of the med kits you brought and started to treat his injuries, worrying all over him but thanking your savior at the same time.

“Eh don’t worry about it, but next time you tell me when you’re going off somewhere, you never know what’s lurking below the depths! And see what happened? You would’ve been crumbs if it wasn’t for me!” He scolded you, not out of anger but from his own worry.

“Captain caviar…”

“Just…just be careful next time alright?” He breathed out.

“Alright, I will, thank you…”

You leaned against his side and he returned the gesture by wrapping an arm around you.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 27 -- Julie Farkas

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 27 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Masturbation with Julie Farkas x g/n!Six

Julie Farkas is just neat. She's just a neat, badass gal with very cool hair and the best freaking cause to fight for. This was quite fun to write, as well, given the chosen relationship with the courier that I went with.

It's a lil... out of left field at some points, but hopefully that keeps it interesting 👀

I hope you like it! 😁

BUT it does involve a bit of mildly dubious consent though (mostly just thoughts of it), so just a heads up on that!

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Masturbation, fantasizing, enemies to lovers? sorta?, guilt, coercion, mildly dubious consent, non-consensual voyeurism, fingering, arguing... turns into something kinda nice tho :3

Words: 2.4k

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Julie’s hips bucked into her hand, her wrist aching loudly where her teeth were set against her skin. She leaned back in her wooden office chair, one foot on top of her desk, mussing the papers there and keeping her legs effectively spread for her working fingers. They circled over herself, spreading her wetness through her folds, over her clit, as she closed her eyes, and thought of Six. 

Their firm hands on her, in place of hers, even. Their needy mouth set over hers, their breaths hot against her skin. 

She’d be trying to hold back her sounds, trying to keep them quiet as well as she could, to keep the Followers in the dark. Then, and now. 

Else, she would be found out. Else… they would know she was in deep with House’s little errand boy/girl. 

She shouldn’t be. 

Julie knew it to be true, she had other duties, she had a code, she had the Followers. That was her life. It had to be. 

But that night…

She shuddered as she remembered their touch, their tongue on her, in her, the strength of their hands, how they’d put her over the desk and she’d moaned out their name like some wanton Gomorrah whore. 

It’d been demeaning, wrong of her, it’d been irresponsible and undesirable, and… shit, it’d been hot. 

Six’s fingers knuckle deep inside her, thrusting and twisting against her walls until she had to bite into her wrist to muffle her own cries of pleasure; like she was doing now, even just thinking about it. 

“Fuck…” Julie choked out the word, pressing two of her digits inside, stroking the way Six had, trying to emulate their movements, their finesse. 

This was… what? The third or fourth time she’d done this since their… ahem, meeting? 

She should know better. 

Should. 

Julie’s breath picked up, her fingers moving faster, and she felt her slickness seeping out of her all the more with each thought, each memory. 

Their words whispered in her ears, that soft, heady voice that she’d dreamed of almost every night since. 

“Come on, Farkas. Give in.” 

They’d bent their body over hers, pressing her into the cold, hard metal of the desk as they mercilessly stoked that fire within. 

“You know you want to, darling. You want this, want me. Even if you shouldn’t.” 

"That's half the fun, isn't it?"

They’d both been dancing around it for months. Every meeting, every attempt at negotiation, attempt at sharing allies, at making the Mojave a more livable place for the people here– well, that had been her goal, anyway. It was clear that House just wanted power. Power over the strip, over the whole damn desert, and Six? 

Julie didn’t need to be a master diplomat to see the way they wanted power over her. 

They were silver-tongued, seductive, the exact kind of person House could use to a deadly degree, and yet… It’d fucking worked. 

“Let me have you, gorgeous." They'd whispered like they were the last words available to them. "Say you’ll work with me, with us, and I can give you all that you desire.” 

Stupid fucking line.

Garbage promise, garbage romance that she never would’ve even considered working on her. 

And yet…

Shouldn’t have listened. Julie thought, for about the eighteenth time, as her hand moved more rapidly, as she set the pad of her thumb up over her clit and beckoned her fingers within. 

She saw stars, saw Six’s face behind closed lids, saw them in bright colors, shades of red and orange and yellow, as tantalizing as open flame to a moth. 

Just as deadly, too. She tried to remind herself, but she only felt her walls clench around her fingers at the notion.

Julie’s chest heaved with every racking breath, her wrist felt bruised, the skin there ached and burned against the pressure of her teeth, and finally she released it, and bit into her lip instead. The chair below her creaked as her back arched, as her hips surged forward, and she let her head fall back with the quietest of moans she could manage. 

“Goddamn it.” She whispered to the thin walls around her, peeking one eye open to be sure– for the fourth time– that the curtains to her office were closed. 

This was the last damn thing she should be doing in here. Her workload piled around the room in files and boxes and in her own head, weighing her down, making her chest ache and her mind feel swollen. 

There was only so much she could do for all the people she promised to help, only so many resources in the world, in this part of the wasteland, and yet, here she was. Instead of securing medicine, furthering research, reaching out to the communities and droves of good people in need, she was riding her own fingers to the thought of some power-hungry, selfish asshole who’d rather support a mostly-dead billionaire in carrying out his fiscal goals for this year than give a family the medicine they need. Six would rather stroke Mr. House’s god complex with their bare hands than help her find a way to take down the Legion without the NCR. 

And she was fucking doing this to the thought of them. 

A groan escaped her, maybe from the way her fingers pressed to that soft spot deep inside that had her stomach clenching with bliss, or maybe it was out of the mental exasperation, the self-guilt she felt pouring out of her in ruinous droves. 

“Fucking Six.” She huffed out, still thrusting rapidly into her fingers. 

She’s gotten this far, why the hell stop now? 

The workload wasn’t going anywhere, and the self-loathing could stand to be staved off just a tad longer, surely. If she finished, if she had a clear head, then maybe–

“Oh?” 

Julie’s eyes flew open at the word. At the voice.

“You called?” 

Shit. 

Julie froze as her eyes darted to the sight of Six, standing just inside her doorway like they belonged there, like they were comfortable. 

Their shadowy form leaned back against the old oak of the door, their hands in their pockets, one knee bent like they were lounging against a bar top, just waiting for a potential caller to approach them. Julie found her nose scrunching, her lip curling into a snarl, without a conscious order to do so. 

At the very least, they had the decency to close the door. She reluctantly supposed. 

If one of the Followers had walked by, had seen them, had seen her… 

No. Can’t even consider that.   

“W-what are you doing here?” The Followers leader pulled her fingers from herself tritely, and lowered her leg from the top of the desk, scooting the chair forward to hide her bared heat as well as was possible, given the circumstances. 

“Oh, no, don’t stop on my account, darling, please.” They waved a hand at her as they stepped forward and into the center of the dim, little room. “Really, it’s flattering. I’m feeling really good about this, even.” 

Julie scoffed. 

“I’m sure you are.” She said flatly, hoping the flush she felt rising over her skin wasn’t visible in this light. “Now, answer the damn question, Six.” 

“Only if you keep doing what you were doing, sweetheart.” 

Her nostrils flared, dark brows set over her eyes as she folded her arms over her chest. 

“Not a chance.” 

“Fine.” They said, like it’d been the most innocent request in the world. “Then… suppose we’ll just have to discuss House’s terms another time.” 

Six turned as if to leave, but moved slowly. 

Julie narrowed her eyes at them. 

“Bummer though." They called over their shoulder, "This was some good news. And time sensitive, too.” 

“Then tell me. I don’t have time for your antics, Six.” Julie stood and zipped up the front of her pants as swiftly as her fingers could manage, and began to strut towards them, until Six turned at the sound of her footsteps and she could back them into a corner. The ex-courier’s eyes widened as Julie grabbed them forcefully by the shoulders and pinned their back to the concrete wall behind them. 

“Spill it.” She spat.

“Okay! Okay… I’ll tell you, geeze. Just trying to have a little fun, since obviously..." Their eyes trailed downwards, to the still-soaked front of her cargo pants. "You enjoyed yourself the first time.” 

Julie flinched at that, like they'd spit directly onto her face.

She wished she could refute them, that she would mean it if she did.

The truth was, though... She’d been as much an active participant as Six. What, with the way her hands had clung tightly to their head as they set their mouth over her folds, the way she pulled them in deeper, harder, the desperate way their name had slipped from her trembling lips in the throes of the release they’d pulled from her. 

“That… that doesn’t matter now. I need to know what House decided.” 

“And then…?” Their brow quirked suggestively, and Julie very nearly rolled her eyes. 

Play their game, and they’ll tell you.

She released a breath, and pulled her hands from their place on Six’s shoulders, allowing them to lean forward and off the hard, unforgiving wall. 

“Hmm, was that a ‘maybe’?” 

“That was a ‘tell me and we’ll see.’” Julie kept her voice steady, hard as stone, but she couldn’t fool herself, nor her body. 

Something in her belly warmed at the thought of… repaying them in such a way. 

“Good, so a ‘maybe’. Perfect.” They bared their teeth in a poisonous smile.

“Six.” 

“Yes, okay, yes.” The ex-courier smoothed their hands over their coat, settling the wrinkles that Julie had caused with her rough handling of them. 

Not that they’d minded. That much is obvious. 

“House… he agreed to help.”

“...Help? What does that–”

“He’s got a secret weapon to take care of the Legion assholes. So you don’t need to worry about that, or getting the NCR involved to solve that little issue.” Six began to move as they spoke, gesturing lightly as they moseyed around her small office. 

“He’ll help where he can with resources for your organization. Food, medicine, clean water. He’s working on getting infrastructure together to supply it all, and you’ll have second dibs. First is him, of course, but you get to it before the paying public. He promised me that.” 

Julie’s eyes followed them as they moved, wide and unblinking as their unthinkable words met her ears.

Was it a trick? A bribe?

“So long as House ends up with the dam, and the NCR effectively out of his way, you and him are in kahoots.” 

Six stopped as they reached the other side of her desk, their hands spread over the many papers there as they leaned over it with another snake-like grin. 

No... this one was more wolfish. Smug.

In that moment though, their expression didn't much matter, not their games or exploits, either. All that reached her were their words.

“Six…” Julie took a few steps back, to catch herself from toppling over. “That’s… how did he-- I mean, what changed his mind? How, how did you pull this off?” 

They gave her a little shrug and a noncommittal expression. 

“Eh, it didn’t take that much. The man has almost everything he could ever want, so… you know, he can afford to give some back.” 

“That doesn’t sound like him.” 

A laugh escaped them, and curiously, their eyes refused to meet her. 

“It was nothing, okay?” 

Julie’s gaze didn’t waver, dark eyes boring into her guest like a knife pressing into a leather belt. Firmly, stubbornly, her expression loosened their tongue. 

“Look," Six relented, "If I can convince you that sleeping with me was a good idea, then I can make Captain Computer give up a few stimpacks and some blamco mac ‘n cheese. I’m not a miracle worker, sweetheart.” 

Julie shook her head as a rare smile threatened to spread her lips. 

“No,” She said, her voice uncharacteristically soft, “but you will be."

With that, Julie stepped forward, until she faced them across the metal surface of her desk, until she could urge their expression to meet hers.

"When these people start getting what they need, miracles will be popping up from here to the California border. And it’ll be because of you.” 

Six’s veneer fractured a bit at that, and they shied from her words, like she’d threatened them. Yet... for the first time, since this unhealthy, unruly, frustrating yearning of hers first took hold of her, it didn’t inspire feelings of guilt or shame. 

Maybe… I wasn’t so wrong to try working with them. 

“It’s a nice thought, I’ll admit it.” Their words were more hollow than she expected, than they had any right to be, given the news Six had just shared with her. “But miracles? No.” 

She didn’t even have to open her mouth for them to know the question waiting behind her closed lips. 

“The truth is… House could’ve done this from the start. He’s had these same resources for a hundred years or more. All those years of people suffering, well… The last few are on me as much as him.” 

Something sizzled in Julie’s stomach, a quiet anger, bellowed and stirred by their words. But not at Six, no. They were just a pawn. 

Like so many of us. Robert House plays the game, longer and with more tenacity than he’s given credit for. 

Given blame for, more like. 

“And nothing, probably, would’ve changed at all, if not…"

It was like they were being tortured, the way the words fought their way out of Six's throat.

"If not... for you, Julie.” 

Her eyes snapped to theirs, then to their mouth disbelievingly. 

Did Six just call me 'Julie'? No sweetheart, n-no Farkas, no darling, nothing suave and emotionally removed… but my actual name?

“You’re the miracle here." They continued lowly, as afraid someone might hear them now as she was earlier that same evening. "You, and the Followers. And… I’m gonna do what I can to help. If you give me the chance.”

Maybe she was still stupid, still being manipulated, being conned by a master salesman and his pet, but… Something about this seemed different. 

It didn’t feel like that first time, not slimy and wrong and addled with guilt and disappointment. No… There was a shift in them, in her. A sense of hope fluttered in her stomach, lightened her mind and her expression as she looked to the ex-courier in front of her. 

“I think…” She started, and noted the way they held their breath. “I think we can maybe arrange for that. Just a chance, though. Nothing more."

Julie gave a decisive nod at the end of it, her jaw set, her eyes like brass. Warm, but still hard, defensive.

"Oh?" Six's brow quirked familiarly, and something in her stirred, "Nothing more? You sure?"

[huffle-dork]

Swap into the Crystalverse: Prologue

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Alt was in his room, tinkering with some scrap and his magic. He had an idea he wanted to try so badly… but he couldn’t quite figure out how to do it. He sighs in frustration and let’s the magic he’s using fade as he huffs and leans back. Glitches walked up next to his leg and purred, rubbing against it. Alt absentmindedly pet her- until he heard the tv is his room suddenly flick on.

He jumped, glitching to his feet as he saw exactly what he was fearing it would be. Tv static pulsing with purple and green magic, an after image of a spiral within its depths. He heard the laughter of the mad magician already in his head and he shouted out and covered his ears, turning away and shutting his eyes.

“No no no! Fuck you- fuck you! Leave me alone!” Alt hissed but the magic around him increased, white noise filling his brain, bringing more of the siren’s call.

“I don’t have time to play these games, kitten. I need you for something very important and I need you now.” Magnificent’s acidic voice clawed at Alt’s mind. Purple flashed in Alt’s eyes as he momentarily looks back towards the screen.

Then he screams and grabs his head tighter, “no!” He tried to do what Dr, J had been teaching them- nonsense- he needed to fill his mind with enough to throw off the pull! He tried to think of colors- of his friends- the last gaming session they had, the night at the pub him and Henny had last week! Anything- anything to-!

The static reached a fever pitch of awful noise that was impossible to ignore. Alt felt it in every bone, pulsing in his blood. “Oh no you don’t, Anti. I’m not dealing with your rebellion today. You will come to me now.” Alt made a choked noise as his body and mind are assaulted with nothing but noise and pain.

“I-I’m not your fucking puppet anymore…! Y-You can’t- you can’t make me…!” Alt tries to bite back but it’s so hard to think with all this noise- sending his heart beating wildly and making him panic which only makes it worse-! He can’t stand it! The static is swallowing him whole!

He’s forced to look back at the screen- and the noise dulls to a quiet roar as Alt feels his body go slack, and his mind go blank. Purple light fills his eyes.

Laughter. His master approved. “Finally. Now, Alt, no more thinking- no more fighting, no more games. Come to me.”

“…yes, Magnificent.” Alt mumbled in a daze, glitches starting to build up around him.

Then, his door burst open, Chase’s eyes frantic. “Alt I heard screams and Glitches crying and-!” He paled, “no-“

Alt’s eyes met Chase’s as his body started to turn into pixels. Chase used every ounce of his speed to reach out to Alt, not even thinking.

“No!”

They both disappear in a mixture of tv static and glitches.

When they start to come back together they’re in a dimly lit concrete cellar. The air smelled musty and old- the walls lined with boxes of what looked like ancient artifacts. But, Chase shuddered as he recognized the symbol on the boxes- the 3 irised eye of Sclera.

Chase felt Alt move away from him and he hurries to try to hold him back. As Chase looks out towards the other side of the room, his blood runs cold.

A familiar doorway stands just slightly away from the wall. One made of one type of a stone on one side, marked with runes. The other made of pure obsidian. It’s just like the one they saw in… that other world. The one with the inverted thems.

Magnificent is standing right in front of the archway, uncharacteristically stoic and serious as he gazes out at Chase with cold eyes.

“Fantastic,” He spits, baring his teeth like a feral cat. “Unhand my cub. This doesn’t involve you.”

“Like hell it does!” Chase shouts, trying to gather up the struggling glitch. Alt wasn’t immediately trying to glitch away, which was something. Chase can see the magic fighting in his eyes as he looked at the archway behind Mag. He recognized it too. “You stealing away my brother to do god knows what is very much involving me!”

“D-danger-“ Alt whispers dully, not looking away from the arch as purple fights against blue in his eyes. “D-d-dangerous-“

Magnificent laughs and shakes his head. “Don’t play dumb with me, hero. You know exactly what this is~! We’ve all dealt with it once before!” His eyes shine with madness as he throws out his hands, “a gate to the multiverse! You have no idea how long I’ve searched… how long I’ve yearned for this!”

He steps forward, static building up behind him- the noise making Alt shudder and the corruption in his eyes get stronger. He tries to shake his head, cowering against Chase. “Nonononono-“

“Sclera tried to hide it from me~ but finally… I’ve found it. But… I can’t activate it alone.” Magnificent’s eyes flash hungerily towards the trembling glitch. He shoots out a hand- and green strings shoot out and then wrap around Alt’s wrists and his neck. He’s pulled away from Chase and into Magnificent’s arms.

“No! Fucking! Mag!” Chase cries out, power pulsing in his eyes. “Have you learned nothing, you egomaniac?! Messing with the other universes- its never worked out for you and only puts the rest of us into shit!”

Magnificent’s eyes are ablaze with frantic, desperate anger, grabbing one of Alt’s arms and blasting a wave of dark magic into him. Alt screams and writhes as the magic sinks in, dark veins crawling up his skin. Then he slumps, eyes fully taken over by purple. “I will have it- I will finally be able to do it! To become the most powerful magician these feeble worlds have ever seen!”

“Alt! No!” Chase cries and desperately tries to reach out to grab them. Magnificent snarls and blasts out magic fire- hitting Chase full blast in the chest. The hero doubles over and crashes to his side, curled up in pain.

Magnificent drags Alt backwards with him like a robber holding a hostage, claws sunk into his arm. Alt can’t resist as he’s pulled. But as they approach the door- Alt’s body fizzles and snaps with glitches, parts of him trying to turn into pure pixels. He whispers in a very small voice, “n-no… d…d-d-danger-“

“Silence.” Magnificent snarls as he grips Alt’s chin and forces him to face forward. Magnificent uses his other hand to flare out a black magic flame and then sends it into the archway. The air feels electric and heavy as the feeling of something being very very wrong increases on all of them.

“Anti. All I need you to do now-“ Magnificent giggles darkly, whispering in the glitch’s ear like a temptress.

Chase is struggling, trying to reach out to grab them. “No! Stop…!”

“-is glitch.” Magnificent purrs. He digs his fingers into Alt’s skin and flares more of his magic into him, barking out, “NOW!”

So much happens at once-

In a burst of electricity and speed, Chase lashes out and just manages to grab Alt’s foot-

Alt’s back arches as the magic forces him to use his power, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. Then his body breaks apart into pixels with a sharp electric zing! Alt’s own chaotic magic rockets out- green blue electricity meeting with the black magic flames. The runes on the doorway flash and hum with energy, color filling in the shapes rapidly. The three of them are immediately caught in a bubble of magic, darkness and blue crackling energy rapidly caving in on them like a black hole.

Then, the magic rockets out in a burst of color and white light as the runes finish powering up, blasting apart boxes and antiques in a wave of power.

And in the center of the doorway, was only a circle of soot. Bro Fantastic, Alt Brody and Magnificent were nowhere to be found.

In their own universe, at least.

[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

Feral AU

A Rottmnt AU where everything is the same except the turtle boys turn out a little more animalistic then usual because Draxum wanted warriors not children. They’re a bit more reminiscent of the turtle species they once were; adding in sharper teeth and claws, and a much more limited range of speech.

Like Splinter is still able to save them and raise them in the sewers and they’re still much more intelligent than an average turtle but they heavily rely more on instinct. Splinter tried teaching them to talk and they can a little but their main form of communication is a series of chirps, clicks, and growls. Which is fine, the most important part is that they UNDERSTAND and are aware of what Splinter is saying. He had a better time teaching them sign language as they seem to better excel in things involving physical movement and motor skills.

SPEAKING OF WHICH!! They are able to learn and pick up Ninjutsu much faster than average and were able to access their Ninpo at an early age. It should be noted that Splinter did NOT teach them Ninjutsu as a means to train them in the ways of the Hamoto clan life mission but as a way to expel all the restless energy those boys had. Draxum had designed them to be warriors so they can’t be idle for too long or they’ll get bored and wreck the den. Splinter needed something physical enough to tire them out as well as something to focus on instead of just mindless destruction.

They are proficient in BOTH hand to hand combat and combat with their weapons.

The boys themselves behave a lot more animalistic, though they still keep some of their distinct personalities:

Raphael

He is an ABSOLUTE UNIT of a boy! You thought he was big before but now he’s an absolute MONSTER of a guy reaching at about 9ft by the time he’s 16yrs! And he’s still growing!

Communicates mainly in growls and deep rumbling churrs, sounds like a fucking motor enginee.

Obviously since he’s the biggest he is the self appointed guardian of the family and he takes his job VERY seriously! Super over protective! Nobody will ever hurt his family on his watch!

He is still very sweet though and a total cuddle bug! Basically the mind set of those HUGE dogs that think they’re a lap dog. Kind of sort of behaves like one as well not gunna lie. His favorite place to nap is atop Splinter’s lap but poor boy is too big so only his head can rest comfortably. Which is fine, Papa still coos and awes at him anyways, always making sure to give him some nice scratchies under his chin.

The best way to know what he’s feeling is to look at his tail, a large scaley, spiky thing that wags when he’s happy!

Still has his stuffed animal collection and enjoys being surrounded by warm soft things. He’s still a little rough when playing with his toys so most often than not they have to be patched up or fixed. He doesn't have as delicate a touch as Mikey does to be able to sew his own things back together so he usually asks Splinter to do it. He has been trying to learn knitting though, it’s a bit slow going due to his massive hands trying to hold regular size knitting needles but he’s getting the hang of it.

Despite that he is very self aware of how big he is and always makes sure to be extra careful when roughhousing with his brothers, especially Donnie.

If any of his brothers get too rowdy and wander off where they’re not supposed to he’ll pick them up like a mama cat with her kittens by the lids of their shells.

He is not above biting people when in a fight, and trust me when I say you do NOT want to be anywhere near those chompers. But he also gives affectionate little nips when playing with others.

The back of his shell is THE best spot to lie atop of when sunbathing! All his brothers plus Splinter can nap atop his shell comfortably and he quite enjoys the comfortable weight they provide as he sleeps.

Not adverse to wearing clothes but then again not a lot can fit his enormous frame and when it does it gets torn up fairly quickly by how rough and clumsy he is. He absolutely loves to wear ribbons though and has an extensive collection of them he keeps in a shoe box. They’re a bit dirty as he’s found them all in the sewers but still quite colorful and pretty. He let’s Mikey and Splinter tie them around his wrists, tail, and neck in cute bows.

As an alligator snapping turtle he is mainly carnivorous but he’ll eat mostly anything really. His favorite being, ironically, fresh fruit especially watermelon.

Still absolutely HATES Miss. Cuddles!

Donatello

The second largest of the group though that’s mainly by height then by build, almost 7ft tall. Long and slender with a thin whip-like tail he can use similar to Splinter when fighting.

Second most protective next to Raph but definitely much more ruthless. If you are not part of his immediate family/clan he could care less of what happens to you.

Also not above biting people, especially his brothers. Though he definatlly has the weakest bite force when compared to the rest of his brothers it still hurts like a mother fucker.

A Lot more cat-like in nature compared to Raph. The key to Donnie's mood is in his body language, seemingly ever calculated and graceful, and in his eyes. All the turtles have slit-like pupils that can narrow and expand depending on their environment but Donnie's seem to function a lot more with his emotions as well.

He’s definitely still the smartest amongst his brothers, ever curious about the world around him and is the only one Splinter was able to teach how to read successfully. Though quite like Raph, Donnie prefers to communicate through clicks and chirps, though he’s more fluent in ASL then the rest of his siblings.

He’s still quite a talented engineer though his inventions tend to look quite rough as they are mainly scraped together using whatever junk he finds laying around. He isn’t all that bothered by how things look so long as they work how they’re supposed to.

Unfortunately, safety in science is not his first priority which has led to quite a lot of injury. Burns scars form electricity and harsh chemicals as well as cuts from shap tools and raw metal edges. Splinter had to practically force him into wearing at least gloves and goggles while he worked by threatening to take away his tool box.

He hissed and growled and snapped at Splinter for a full week and a half but eventually caved.

(Still just as stubborn and hardheaded)

His favorite thing to make is bombs because we all know that every iteration of Donnie ever is a pyromaniac.

Donnie does have a battle shell (made out of scrap metal and memory foam to cushion the inside) but he rarely ever wears it, unless absolutely necessary. Splinter has always been wary of Donnie and his most vulnerable area but aside from keeping his middle child constantly wrapped in bubble wrap the only other thing Splinter could think to do was teach Donnie how to defend himself as a regular human would.

Though they aren’t completely cold blooded Donnie HATES being cold and is usually wearing either large hoodies or sweaters. But he absolutely despises pants!

He still loves to dance! Especially to groovy 80s jams and electro pop!

He’ll eat about almost anything you put in front of him though he seems to enjoy more soft and mushy foods as well as any kind of seafood.

Still terrified of beach balls.

Leonardo

He’s a little more normal in height though that still leaves him at 6ft and growing. A stockier built around the shoulders with long sturdy legs that can deal pretty powerful blows.

His tail is pretty thin, almost boney in texture, flat too, and only about 10in long. It moves a lot like Raph’s tail does, wags when happy, tucked between when scared, and droopy when tired.

He talks the most out of all his brothers though it's quite choppy and sounds a lot more like warbling chirps then words. His “turtle speak” involves a lot more clicks and high pitched chirps, almost sounding quite bird like.

He and Raph are neck in neck when it comes to their skills in ninjutsu, though Raph excels more in defense while Leo is obviously more offensive.

He’s not much of a biter but he will claw a mother fucker’s eyes out if need be.

Though he is a lot more easily distracted and can be quite lazy at times, preferring much more to play than train. Splinter has to constantly find ways to keep Leo focused on the task at hand which usually involves turning things into puzzle games.

Donatello may be the smartest among them but Leo is a scarily good stradagest when given proper motivation.

Definitely still the most confident and charismatic. He’s always the leader of things whenever mischief is afoot. That usually involves reckless stunts Leo wants to try out after seeing it on tv or during one of their many Lou Jitsu marathons.

His ability to create portals does not help Splinter in his endeavor to stop Leo’s trouble making.

He and Donnie spend the most time in water, to the point where Splinter had to build a large shallow pool in the middle of the lair for the boys to soak in. It isn’t a bad thing if they’re dry but if they so happend to get sick it’s best to keep them in water to help them heal faster.

He has slept in the pool before and it scared the shit out of Splinter the first few times it happened because he thought Leo had drowned.

Is the most adversed to wearing clothes, it restricts him too much and he doesn’t like that. The only “clothing” he tolerates are the straps for his weapons and a blue cloth he uses as a bandana for his head. He’s okay with certain hats and neckerchiefs so long as they don’t get in the way.

Again, will eat literally anything though he likes a lot of water based veggies or anything with a good crunch to it.

Not a lot seems to frighten Leo though Splinter isn’t sure if that’s due to bravery or naivety on Leo’s part. That boy seems to not have any self preservation skills what so ever.

Michelangelo

The smallest amongst his brothers though that’s mainly due to him being the runt of the clutch he originally hatched from. Has more of a lean and limber build which makes him a great climber and the fastest out of all of them.

Has the sharpest claws of the group, which really help out a lot with the whole climbing aspect. Mikey is always atop of something, swinging down from seemingly out of nowhere. His favorite perch however is atop of his brothers’ is shoulders, especially Raph since he’s the biggest.

You’d think with the claws he’d be more prone to scratching but that is not entirely true. Either way once he latches on there is very little you can do to get him off unless he wants to.

The cutest little stubby tail you’ve ever seen! It wags like a little bunny rabbit!

He and Leo are the most hyper and energetic of the four, with Raph and Donnie being a bit more low energy. If they don’t have something to focus on they’ll cause all kinds of mayhem, running around all over the lair causing chaos and destruction.

He’s just as fluent in ASL as Donnie is and also just as talkative as Leo is, though still choppy due to limited range in vocal cords. His chirps and clicks in “turtle speak” sound a lot more monkey like though less high pitched “ooo’s” and more tenor based trills.

Definitely the most empathetic amongst his brothers when it comes to outsiders. He’s still weary, don’t get him wrong, but he’s a lot more curious. Even in this universe Mikey still very much wants to make friends!

Still the very creative; loves to draw and paint, and is very messy about it. His favorite place to paint is on his brothers’ shells! They don’t mind of course and they really do enjoy how colorful and bright Mikey decorates them. (Always make sure to use washable, hypoallergenic paints kids!)

Mikey LOVE clothing! He thinks it's so fun to dress up and will sometimes even make his own clothes out of cloth scraps that he finds. Has delicate enough motor skills that Splinter was able to teach him how to crudely sew and stitch things together.

Is the most picky eater out of all of them, though that happened after he learned how to cook. Once he figured out that food could actually taste GOOD when you put effort into it he could never go back to just eating whatever. This was both a blessing and curse with Splinter because on one hand they couldn’t exactly be picky about what they ate with their circumstances. But on the other hand they had a lot more variety and nutrition when Mikey was in charge of cooking.

Before meeting April and her mom (more on them later) as they could not exactly go out shoping for beef and chicken, a lot of the turtles’ protein came from bugs. And as picky an eater Mikey is now he still actually prefers eating bugs over regular meat. His favorites are grasshoppers and earthworms.

He is afraid of the dark and does not like sleeping alone.

Splinter/Lou Jitsu/Hamato Yoshi

Splinter has obviously gone through the most change out of everyone, going from human to mutant rat overnight is definitely not good for your mental health. To physically lose your humanity is one thing but psychologically as well is just a whole other can of worms.

He’s still himself, mentally and personality wise, but sometimes he gets these “episodes”. They usually happen when he’s under stress or backed into a corner (both physically or emotionally). He’ll revert into a more animalistic and primative mental state, somewhat like his boys if a little more “savage”. He’s hostile and aggressive, he can’t talk or even properly communicate at all, possibly not even understanding how to do so. Thankfully he’s never hurt his boys in that state, as even then he still sees them as his children who he must protect.

Has a chunk missing from his left ear courtesy of Raph from when he was a baby and teething. He has a lot of bits and scratch marks from his kids, mainly from rough housing and temper tantrums.

If he had the funding he would absolutely spoil these boys rotten, though as it is the boys aren’t very materialistic and hardly even understand the concept of money.

He’s kept every single gift his sons have made for him. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.

Out of all of his boys Donnie is the clingiest, even as a teen. Splinter doesn’t mind though he insists that one day Donnie will grow out of it eventually. (He won’t, he’s a complete daddy’s boy!)

Though all the turtles are bipedal, more often than not they’ll be running around on all fours, which is fine, whatever makes them comfortable. What Splinter does mind though is that he’ll catch himself doing the same thing, like if his body is unconsciously mirroring what is “natural” to him. He doesn’t like to think about the implications of what that means.

As a rat, Splinter has a lot anxiety and awareness of his surroundings do to his heightened senses. Perhaps its from the fact that he is naturally considered prey in the food chain of the animal kingdom. Either way, sometimes he’ll have really bad days of extreme anxiety. He’ll feel like he’s in danger and needs to hide himself and his boys someplace safe. They cannot leave the lair at all during those days and the boys need to stay within Splinter’s line of sight at all times or he will absolutly freak the fuck out.

He lives in constant perpetual fear that either Draxum is still alive (Spoiler: he is) and looking for them or that Big Mama will discover them and force them to fight in the Battle Nexus.

Splinter is face blind. He already had ATROCIOUS eyesight when he was a human, it got even worse when he became a rat. Which is why he color codes the boys cuz if not they’d all just be green blobs. This is also an excuse for cutesy nicknames!

Leo: Baby blue, Little blue moon, My tiny Blueberry boy, Blue Jay/Blue bird

Raph: Little Robin, Rose bud, Big Red, My precious little flame

Donnie: Little violet, My brilliant amethyst, Tiny storm cloud, Sweet plum

Mikey: Sunshine, My shining star, Baby tangerine, Little goldfish

All: My Precious Treasures, My beautiful boys, Little ones

[[Let me know if you guys wanna know more about this AU]]

[[To be Continued….]]

[sky-fire-forever]

Happy DADWC day! Would you be interested in "Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out" from the Flirty Prompts for Anders/Fenris/Hawke?

Thanks for the prompt! I changed the wording on this one slightly, but kept to the spirit of the thing. Warning that this one is spicy and pretty nsfw, so please be aware of that before reading!

My Hawke here is Scorpius, who uses they/them pronouns.

Anders and Fenris are fighting. Again.

“You can't seriously not see the comparison!” Anders’ voice is loud enough that it's giving Scorpius a headache. 

“Mages are locked up for everyone's good,” Fenris counters. “It is not slavery when you are not being put to work.”

“It's still unjust imprisonment!” 

“That is not the same thing. You wouldn't survive a single year as a slave.”

“And you think you'd do well in a Circle?”

“That's enough!” Scorpius slams their fist down on the table, making both of their partners jump. “Stop the arguing. You're giving me a migraine.”

They both frown. 

“But–” Anders tries.

“I have an idea!” Scorpius interrupts. “Maybe making out for a few minutes would help you figure things out.”

Anders turns bright red at the suggestion and Fenris’ eyes widen.

“You don't mean–”

“I wouldn’t–”

Scorpius grins. “Oh, and why not?” They lean over the table. “It's not like you don't know where each of your mouths have been.”

They wiggle their eyebrows teasingly. Anders’ blush doesn't lessen in the least and Fenris can't seem to meet Scorpius’ gaze. 

“That's not– that won't fix anything,” Anders argues weakly. 

Fenris nods in agreement. “There'd be no point in kissing the mage.” 

Scorpius hums and leans back in their chair. “Hey, it’s worth a shot. Nothing else seems to keep the two of you from being at each other's throats.”

They’d meant the suggestion as a joke, but they can’t help being amused by how seriously their partners are taking it. They both fidget and look away, like the idea embarrasses them. 

But doesn’t repulse them. 

“Come on. For me?” Scorpius bats their eyelashes and tries to make the sweetest pleading face they can manage. “Just give it a shot and if you hate it, we never have to speak of it again.” Something tells Scorpius that they won’t hate it, though. 

Anders looks back at Fenris, who continues to keep his head down. 

“I don't see what this will accomplish,” Fenris mutters as he lifts his head. 

Anders shrugs. “Well, I'm willing to try it,” he says like he's just made up his mind on the matter. 

Fenris’ lips form a thin line and he nods. “Fine, then.” He rises from his seat and beckons Anders closer. “Come here.”

Anders gets out of his chair and comes to stand before Fenris, the two of them looking at each other while Scorpius watches intently. 

Then they kiss. It's an awkward meeting of lips at first until they both start to really get into it. Soon enough, there's tongue involved and they're clutching each other like their lives depend on never letting go.

Anders is the first to moan: a tiny thing that slips from his lips and makes something stir within Scorpius’ robes. Fenris tugs Anders harshly against him in response, his hands wrapping around to squeeze at Anders’ ass. 

Scorpius does nothing but stare as their partners look like they're going to devour each other. There's tongue and teeth and Scorpius can see it all. They cross their legs to hide their growing erection even as they lick their lips hungrily. 

This is quite the show.

Fenris pulls away and Anders whines,chasing his lips — Anders has always been so vocal — but Fenris moves to mouth at his neck instead, biting at the sensitive skin there. 

Anders moans. “Oh, Maker.” His fingers tangle in Fenris’ hair and he tilts his head to give the elf better access. 

Then, Fenris stops and pulls away. The two of them both pant to catch their breath, their lips swollen and slick. 

“I hope that suffices,” Fenris says after a long pause. 

Anders nods. “I think that was more than fair.”

Both of them are blushing and Scorpius just sits, stupefied. 

“Would you do that again?” 

[tklpilled]

tgcf tk headcanons because i have to do EVERYTHING around here (spoilers)

xie lian is canonically SUPER ticklish and its SO cute i love him

feng xin and mu qing know about it but like. they never do anything about it

but HUA CHENG.

xie lian can NOT catch a break (not that he minds)

he's so dramatic about it he's like "please.. i cant take it anymore..." after two seconds

one time he tries to get hua cheng back and hes SO disappointed when it doesnt work

"you have to be ticklish!!" "i would never lie to gege <3"

but then xie lian gets to one of his like. two spots and they both just stare at each other

in hua cheng's defense. who would ever try to tickle THE crimson rain sought flower. how was he supposed to know

hua cheng lets xie lian tickle him as much as he wants but he will be just as if not more melodramatic

"i'm dying!!" "you are already dead"

qi rong is TIRED of them

speaking of qi rong. he tries boasting about how not ticklish he is and then xie lian squeezes his sides to make him shut up and he screams. turns out possessing someone else's body has consequences

(although his actual form is ticklish too. but he won't admit it)

xie lian gets into the habit of just reaching over and scribbling over qi rong's stomach when he's being too annoying

it kinda backfires though bc it just turns into qi rong shouting various curses and threats, and in most cases he's even louder than before

but xie lian finds it kinda funny so he keeps doing it

"COUSIN CROWN PRINCE YOU ARE TRYING TO KILL ME" "you are already dead!!!!"

he xuan is definitely not ticklish he's scary and intimidating and he doesn't giggle

there seems to be a theme involving ghost kings

disguised as ming yi, he is Actually not ticklish. shi qingxuan has tried. many times.

BUT in his true form he xuan is ticklish and shi qingxuan is very happy

not quite as ticklish as shi qingxuan but she doesn't care

he xuan doesn't tickle him back very often BUT

when he does she's always begging him to stop and then gets disappointed when he does actually stop

he doesn't love being tickled or anything but he does think it's fun!! esp when it's he xuan doing it

he xuan has sharp teeth + sometimes he bites shi qingxuan but she always giggles cause it always tickles rather than hurts

quan yizhen + yin yu <333 i love side ships

ANYWAY quan yizhen is super giggly when he's being tickled like he's just. a little puddle and its cute

yin yu always tries to hide his laugh but he breaks eventually

sometimes quan yizhen is all "shixiong :(((" whenever yin yu is trying to keep quiet so he just gives in right there

yin yu gets so flustered when it comes to like. most things in their relationship actually. bc quan yizhen is always so forward

"i want to tickle you" "???????"

and even in the reversed positions it's like

"can you tickle me" "?????????????"

quan yizhen just does not get flustered ever it's so unfair to yin yu

I FORGOT ABOUT FENGQING i am so sorry

mu qing is the more ticklish one. my reasoning is because he's my favourite of the two

they can't do ANYTHING without turning it into some sort of competition and tickling is no different

"tickle fight" no that shit's tickle Warfare. tickle Combat. tickle Armed Conflict

mu qing is like a cat his worst spots are his stomach + ears and feng xin gives me ticklish sides/ribs vibes

feng xin has more stamina than mu qing but mu qing will always try to last as long as he possibly can out of spite

xie lian has witnessed many. many of their tickle fights. he's tired

y'know what i take back what i said earlier. xianle trio tk fights

like it's just feng xin and mu qing but then some way or another xie lian will find a way to get involved

they never actually drag him into it (on purpose) because they want to be fair and they know he will Lose. he has Zero chance of winning.

but like. once he does get involved. they're not just going to kick him out

"feng xin!! help me!!!" "sorry your highness i have this really rare contagious disease called ligma"

xie lian has won a total of one (1) time against mu qing and that's only because he was teasing him to the point where he short-circuited long enough for xie lian to tickle him into a little heap on the ground

mu qing likes to pretend it never happened

[little-cereal-draws]

Goldilocks and the three bears crime family au

This au focuses on Baby and Goldi and is based off the part in Shrek 1 where we see the three bears in separate cages and then Mama later as a rug (rip you already know what happened to her)

The three bears got caught in Farquaad's fairytale purge and got separated. Crying in that cage was the last time Baby saw his parents. He's not sure what happened to them, but he got sold off to a circus bc everyone likes seeing baby animals do tricks, it makes good money. While he was there, he met a little orphan girl who was about his age in human years, five or six. She was also picked up because she made lots of money; she sold candy to people in the stands. No one wants to turn down a little girl!

They became fast friends. Goldi would wiggle between the bars of his cage at night and whisper stories of people she saw in the crowd and things she could remember of her parents. She liked telling stories about them. Baby didn't like to think about his parents, it made him cry, so he just made little quiet noises and pressed their heads together. They would fall asleep curled up around each other.

Fast forward several years, they're both preteens and have moved up in the circus. Baby learned english and Gold learned quite a bit of bear. She lost her baby face and was useless at selling treats now; she was going to get replaced but she begged to stay. Baby knew that she hated it there and was constantly thinking of ways to escape so it was obvious the only reason she stayed was for him. The ringmaster noticed their connection and put them in an act together. Goldi did flips and cartwheels on his back while they ran around the ring. They also came up with a plan where before and after shows, they would stand outside the tent and people could pay to pet Baby's nose. The idea was to save the money and strike out on their own when they had enough. They may have reached this goal a bit quicker than they should have due to many wallets falling victim to Goldi's sticky fingers.

Finally, sixteen years old, they decide today is the day. Their act has become much more complicated now and involves hoops and fire and all sorts of nail-biting objects. Halfway through the act, Goldi grabs a torch and announces they have had enough of being other's playthings and they're going to live their own lives. Baby rises up to his full height and with Goldi on his shoulders, they set fire to the tent. It's panic, it's mayhem, it's screaming and trampling crowds and bearing teeth and not being scared of whips or chains or anything else in the world. It's pure freedom. They run out off the circus grounds before anyone can properly stop them, laughing and cheering the whole way.

Here's where it starts to tie into the movie again (dw i didn't forget abt that lol) After the initial euphoria wore off, they decided to be professional criminals. They do a bunch of small scale stuff but they're pretty recognizable so it's hard to hit the same place twice. When they learn about the map to the wishing star, they absolutely must have it. It's at this point that they start to drift apart a bit. Goldi says they'll use the wish but secretly wants it to get her parents back. Baby is suspicious, she does talk about her parents more and more these days, but can't prove anything so he just goes with it.

Eventually, it gets revealed that Goldi wants the wish for herself and Baby is furious. They have a huge fight where so many hurtful things are said. Goldi accuses him of not caring about his family enough to try and find them. Baby says that it's because he cares so much, he doesn't want to learn what horrible fate befell them. He then says that Goldi shouldn't even bother with hers bc they clearly didn't love her, just abandoning her in the woods as a child. They both leave that fight in tears. Splitting up was discussed but honestly, they don't have anyone else in the world so they're both too scared to swing it alone. They keep going after the map but don't talk for days. After a while, there's an apology; a quiet one that is only half spoken because they both know what the other is thinking.

Ofc at the end, they help destroy the map and the star because Goldi's learned that she has all the family she needs right here and Baby's learned that maybe he should make some effort to find his parents. Who knows, they could be alive. He is. He tentatively asks Puss if he knows what happened to his parents, because he was also involved in the roundup, and Puss has to break the horrible news about his mom. There's lots of tears but frankly, Baby kind've suspected.

They go their separate ways from Team Friendship at the end and the idea of trying to find Baby's dad is briefly kicked around as they walk into the sunset. (Setting up a sequel lol)

[extra-v1rgin]

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Ilya starts out as a girl living in the 1860’s Russian empire. Her family is relatively upper class, but not nobles or any sort of royalty. She grew up very obsessed with romance in both novels and real life.

At the time Russia and Japan had relatively good relations, and the reason for her visit isn’t important. She goes right at the start of the Japanese civil war, but ends up trapped there after fighting breaks out.

Scared and in an unfamiliar country (and only speaking the barest amounts of japanese) Ilya is easily lured into the eternal paradise cult. A commune full of hot men and women lead by an even hotter “god” means she barely needs any convincing.

Ilya is barely an adult, and while she’s smart academically the girl has no street smarts. Douma could eat someone right in front of her and she would hardly blink. In fact he’s sinking his teeth into her neck and she’s convinced they’re having some hot vampire sex. (Vampires being much more prevalent in Russian folklore as opposed to Japanese demons.) The woman bites Douma back, and caught off guard her teeth manage to penetrate his skin.

After an unhealthy dose of demon blood (and Douma unceremoniously kicking her out) Ilya is left to learn about being a demon on her own.

(Is this how being turned into a demon works? no? Well it’s funny this way so be quiet.)

She simply fucks around for about 50 years. Her strategy is to avoid other demons (and slayers), keep moving, and eat anyone who captures her eye. While she never develops a proper blood demon art the woman has a knack for changing her appearance to better attract whoever she’s chosen as her meal. Though Ilya can only hold these alternate identities for a few hours.

Her regular form shifts over time too. At first she adopts Douma’s rainbow eyes. A decade later a shopkeep escapes from her, his black hair stays with her as a reminder. Overtime her eyes and hair and hands shift. Some nights she looks almost human, other nights eyes emerge from her face in a myriad of colors.

Though Ilya tries to keep herself hidden, she inevitably comes across other demons. While in the middle of a fight with one (and loosing pretty badly, Ilya is… rescued? Rengoku swoops in, intending to kill both demons. The second her attacker and the slayer are occupied the girl hides away.

Rengoku consumes her every thought. Through their one interaction (and a bit of clever spying) Ilya finds herself throughly obsessed. Even finding other attractive humans to eat doesn’t fill the hole in her heart.

Instead she wants to be the kind of person Kyojuro would like. The man is long gone by now, but Ilya still has an idea of what a slayer would hate. That idea mostly involves man eating demons.

Going cold-turkey is a bad idea. The demoness mostly stumbles around growing weaker as she isolates herself. She’s sick and delusional, mumbling about true love. Ilya has always been a little insane but on the brink of starvation she’s worse than ever.

Eventually Tamayo finds the girl. She’s not even conscious enough to talk to the woman. It takes quite a bit of time for the doctor to help her. After a few weeks she finally makes it back to normal(ish). Ilya hasn’t regained her human sensibilities. She’s just aware enough to survive on bits of blood like Tamayo and Yushiro do.

Of course the center of her affection is now Tamayo (at least while Rengoku isn’t in the room with her). Yushiro isn’t too pleased, but Ilya can clean and her bedside manner isn’t half bad.

Because she doesn’t provide anything particularly necessary Ilya is allowed quite a bit of freedom as well. With how devoted she is to Tamayo it’s not a concern that she’d spill any secrets.

They certainly don’t expect her to make friends with a cute pair of demon slayers, but there’s technically nothing wrong with it either. Mina and Ayaka aren’t too keen on Ilya, but they’re not actively trying to kill her. It’s a weird little group. Ilya doesn’t help with much of anything. She just makes great moral support standing there and looking pretty.

Eventually they help her expand her blood demon art. Ambush attacks become a lot easier when the duo of fighters look like a pair of trees. The illusions don’t last long, and only work if the target is standing still, but it’s a big leg up. Demons aren’t expecting the slayers to have anything more than swords on their side.

Meanwhile Rengoku is halfway across the country getting murdered by Akaza. Word spreads to the hashira first, and then trickles down to the rest of corps. Neither of her comrades inform Ilya. They’re worried about getting murdered for daring to brake her precocious fantasy.

Time moves forward. The corps grow closer to fighting Muzan. Tamayo moves forward with her concoctions. Yushiro has given up on his human life and there’s no telling if his sickness would return or not. But alongside Nezuko, Ilya is happy to return to a human life. She never had preference for her form, but being able to eat a wedding cake would be nice. Kyojuro might like that better too.

Given Ilya’s mostly irrelevant status she’s allowed to take the serum at the butterfly estate. The demon doesn’t mind children and the trio of girls at the house are used to dealing with all kinds of odd characters.

At some point in between all of Ilya’s random rambling it slips that Kyojuro’s dead. It doesn’t matter which girl told her. She’s completely distraught. The love burning in her lungs is the only thing keeping her going.

It’s easy to slip out. She excuses herself to go to the restroom. (Do demons use the bathroom?) Finding herself in the depths of the infinity castle the only thing on her mind is killing upper moon three.

If she was weak as a demon then Ilya is dead weight as a half-human becoming more human by the second. She’s lucky Akaza doesn’t eat women. There’s not even a real fight. Akaza flings her through a few walls. Her regeneration is slowing to a crawl. She probably won’t die for a few hours, but unless someone finds her then there’s no chance of surviving.

When Tomioka (and Tanjiro) battle Akaza the slender man is all she can focus on. Ilya is still working through the haze of becoming human, and dizzy from blood loss. She’s not quite as crazy as before, but the actions are easy to distort when she can hardly see.

Tomioka (and Tanjiro) notice the women. Their too kind to ever dream of leaving her. Having been mostly secluded at the butterfly estate for several weeks she hadn’t properly met either of the men. They assume she’s a civilian who got trapped in the chaos or another slayer caught out of uniform. The solution is the same no matter what. Helping her to a more secluded area her wounds are bandaged and she’s left until the battle ends or kakushi find her.

She survives with mostly intact body parts. Through the haze of her demonic memories Ilya can’t remember much. Nobody around her is even capable of patching up her memories. Even if they could nobody has the time.

Ilya reads a lot. She catches up on the last 80 years because most of it is fuzzy figures and faint emotions. In between crying and throwing up she does help where she can. Disinfecting injuries and cooking is something she can manage. Everyone is rather nice to her too. She tries to act like a normal teen. She feels like one in some way. All the hot men and women around her are even more of a fantasy than Douma’s cult was. (Ilya faintly knows that she was tricked in most ways.)

Mina and Ayaka are kind enough to help house her. They got along with demon Ilya, but human Ilya is a real person they can talk to. Most of the corps funds are spread out amongst surviving corps members. It’s simple enough to buy a house with the small fortune shared between the trio.

Ilya keeps in touch with as many (hot) people as possible. Tomioka never answers her letters, but he’s available and handsome and rich! Nezuko makes a good companion. She’s the only other person who can relate to knowing people and still not having any idea who they are. Looking at Senjuro makes her heart tear in half even though she doesn’t know why. She does know that the boy reminds her of her (long dead) younger brothers, so Ilya forces herself to talk to him anyways.

Yushiro is a bad conversationalist. He keeps alluding to things she should know. Whenever he mentions Tamayo tears hide in his lashes. He hurts the most to talk to. Anytime she asks the man why he doesn’t want to be human he goes quiet.

It’s a weird sort of ending. There’s no bang or flash that concludes it with excitement. She starts to age again. There’s a big celebration when she finally turns 19. Eventually she’ll show Mina and Ayaka her homeland. They’ll work at a bakery of grocery store once saving run out and finally become normal(ish) people.

[thegamingcatmom]

I love how long your responses are! It’s like you think of any possibility and write it. If that makes since! I’m loving it. I know someone had mentioned overstimulation before but how would Maggot Mommy react to someone not being able to take what she’s giving them? Like not being able to handle it ya know?

Thank you so much, that´s so sweet of you. 😭🥰

Yeah it´s just...I tend to get carried away, a lot. 😅

(In other words: I´m just as unhinged as Momma I´m afraid).

I just love putting myself in a certain someone´s shoes and the situation in general and I keep asking myself What would I do if faced with all this batshittery? and How would I react to this and that? and I especially love diving deeper into Momma´s inner workings and just think about how utterly deranged she is and yall haven´t even seen the worst of it-

As for your question...

Listen, Momma´s gonna scratch that itch and she´s gonna scratch it thoroughly and if a certain someone gotta be like that and be such a slipperly little thing then she´s gonna grip just a bit tighter, clamp those teeth down just a bit harder and scratch that itch like no tomorrow.

It´s really not a her-problem, it´s a certain-someone´s-problem because her paramour tends to be quite the wimp from time to time but she can´t help but secretly adore it just like she adores everything about them because how could she not they´re perfection-

So, if we look at the facts again (meaning: Momma´s brain being wired quite differently) then we already know Momma doesn´t necessarily view it as "overstimulation". It´s more like...she´s trying to conquer her mate and, sometimes, that involves some struggling and fighting against her and "pretending" to fight her off because that´s part of it all and that´s what sets the mood and gets them going and makes them receptive to her ministrations and-

So yeah, it´s just as normal to her as biting someone´s eyeball out and that pretty much tells you everything you need to know lol.

But for the very likely case of someone passing out on her, well-

Let´s just say Maggot Momma would be very pleased (and pretty fucking proud of herself) indeed because it clearly shows that no other than her will do for her darling Drama Queen and she might just actually puff up a bit because she´s clearly proven to be a more than worthy mate and-

(Not that she ever, even for a second, doubted that and if YOU did then you´re gonna rot in hell she´s gonna make sure of that-)

Thanks a lot for that ask. 🥰

[outeremissary]

9, 19 for Balthazar, and 4, 14 for Marcus!

My mobile browser invented new and exciting bugs to have while I was attempting to get the text of the answer into this post so it went from there being a joke about double checking the post Just In Case to true terror about what I am attempting to put in the post getting all messed up. Anyway. From this list, thanks for the ask :')

Balthazar

9. How would you describe your oc’s personality? How would they describe their personality?

How Balthazar describes himself depends on large part on who's asking the question. With most people, it tends to have a lot of what he gauges to be what they want to see built in. If he were to give an honest answer though... He'd describe himself as free-spirited and ambitious, someone who never gives up on his goals. An excellent planner, he'd call himself (lies), and a cautious, thoughtful person (lies). He'd call himself clever, charming, and socially savvy. He takes pride in the distance he puts between himself and others and would say that he's not interested in other people behind their capacity to be useful or entertaining. He's cold and rational, of course! A cunning, manipulative tactician.

Personally, I'd describe him as a bit of a bastard. A two-faced person who always tries to come off to people as what they want or expect to see, but underneath is conniving and mean. Despite a talent for empathy he has little compassion for others and is most interested in what they can do for him. He enjoys seeing people fail, especially in spectacular or interesting ways, and hates helping with... pretty much anything. He has a mischievous streak which easily runs into cruelty given opportunity and left unchecked. He's very confident, but paradoxically considers himself generally less competent and able than other people. His certainty in his own cautiousness and social savvy make him gullible with anyone he believes he has figured out- condescension coming back to bite. He's not so cautious either: he might hedge his bets most of the time, but he's brimming with ambition and leaps at risks someone less daring would give wide berth (such as, say, becoming the leader of an adventuring party when one has never done any significant fighting or wilderness travel). His emotions run high (even if it frustrates him) and he tends to make snap decisions based on instinct or feeling. When it matters most, he's heart over head. A sharp wit and that passionate nature do make him vivacious and charming. He's also very hard working if he's invested in a task. He doesn't /like/ to do it, but he /can/ grit his teeth through dull, frustrating, or difficult tasks if he decides to. It makes him a good self-directed learner- useful for someone whose teacher hated putting up with an apprentice. Persistence might be called one of his greatest strengths: when he sets his mind to something, he doesn't give up chasing it easily. Self-reflection and adversity have made him a very self-certain person- although he's quite blind to some aspects of himself, like a desire to be understood as who he is and to achieve genuine connection with others. He's also in denial about a tendency to be invested in others he perceives as having struggles in some way akin to his own. For those he's chosen to care for despite his mistrustful nature, he's fiercely protective. Despite his fickleness he can be a surprisingly committed friend.

19. Does your oc have any defining skills? How did they acquire/learn these skills?

Balthazar's defining non-magical skill is lying. He's socially savvy in general, but he excels in lies. It's something so simple it's almost hard to trace the origins of. He's always lied in some way or other with his father- he was a meek but unhappy child when he was very young, and that's an existence that involves a lot of white lies. As he got older he became more aware that people tended to assume the best of him, assuming until proven otherwise that he was trustworthy because of his celestial heritage, and he began to take advantage of that, slowly seeking the limits of what he could coax out of others for his own benefit. After moving in with the master he was studying under for his apprenticeship he took more audacious risks and refined those skills further, building a whole social identity for himself to conceal his origins and allow him to make influential friends (and of course to cover up the quotidian realities of being the apprentice of a pathetic, unreputable, washed out con man of a wizard). As he sees it, his life has always been built on deceit and performance. He's been a good child for his father, an acceptably obedient student to his master, a vibrant and fascinating friend to his old social circle, and now a benevolent and wise ruler. He perceives himself as weak and dependent on others: deception protects him and allows him to compel others to carry him where he struggles.

Marcus

4. Does your oc have a defining physical trait? What makes this feature unique?

The thing about Marcus is that he is supposed to be aggressively, boringly normal. Marcus is a character with a secret identity, but his facade is being a rich brat and his secret identity is being a broke accountant. He's bland, he's milquetoast, he's an absolute party killer, and he doesn't stand out all that much in a crowd. Our gunslinger, the lovely @bearvanhelsing's Aria, once referred to him as "the dullest man in all of Absalom." So his appearance? Similarly... uncompelling. He's got somewhat sharp features, but not in a handsome way. He's a little taller than the average human man. But mostly he doesn't stand out. I think his most notable physical trait would be the dark circles under his eyes. He's in a near permanent state of exhaustion from the stress of work, maintaining appearances to please his family, the wild adventures he has with the rest of the SEKS club (while lying to them about his home life), and the constant drain of his oracular curse (which is quite literally bleeding him dry).

14. Does your oc have any hobbies? How did they get involved in these?

Ah, this is something that's in a larger post still in a draft state because I got hung up trying to polish a Kingmaker question on it. Starting to feel like a definitive Marcus post with how many times I've gone "this Marcus lore... it's coming soon..." The short version is that Marcus doesn't really have a lot of hobbies because he just doesn't have the free time for them. His one notable interest he clings to is a fascination with occultism, particularly tales of the unexplained and odd pseudoscience. He has a collection of dubious periodicals on these topics and his single social club, the Society of Esoteric Knowledge and Secrets (or SEKS), is dedicated to discussion of the topic.

[dhampiravidi]

[WAIST] - sender rests a hand against receiver's waist. (Ronnie to Jas~ xD)

He knew the moment his strike made contact that something was wrong.

Usually, Jas was like a snake when they sparred. She waited for an opening before she lashed out, and whether she was protecting her core or actively defending herself from him, she snapped back into her stance. But that particular time, Ronnie hit her and she just crumbled. There was absolutely no resistance on her part--she whimpered, her stance got weak, and it took her a long second before she could face him properly.

"Jas--"

"What?" Immediate anger. That had been common on his part and hers when they started their "arrangement". That, and the frequent smart-ass comment that grew more frequent and less biting the longer they spent together. Her dark green irises were hard as she glared at him. "Again."

He rolled his eyes, then came at her again. For a minute, they were evenly matched. They usually were. And then she lashed out with her foot, trying to hook it around his side so she could pull him down. He stayed firm and used her momentum to throw her down. She landed on the same shoulder he'd hit not long before, and sobbed. Of course, her version of a sob was bared teeth, a clenched jaw, and a noise that came from deep inside...but he had seen her hurt before. They'd treated each other's bullet wounds, bruises, and cuts.

"Jas," he repeated, sitting by her side, "What the fuck is going on?" The two of them had a silent conversation. She was defensive, he wasn't taking her shit.

"...shoulder."

"I noticed. C'mon, sit up." Jas did, and Ronnie noticed that she put almost all her weight on one side. Not good. "Is 'arms up' too much to ask?" He kept his tone calm. Too gentle and she'd get mad that he was babying her. He helped her take the shirt (which was actually his, but she'd cinched it with a band to make it fight-ready) off. They had to just pull it around and down to get it off her injured arm, because she couldn't move like he needed her to. "Fuck."

Her entire shoulder was mottled with purple and brown bruises, almost like a perfectly good piece of fruit that had been left to rot. He barely touched the skin and she hissed in pain.

"How long?"

"Four days ago. Had to jump out a four-story."

Idiot, you could've died.

Ronnie ran his hand over his face, feeling all the healed gashes on his back tingle. That had been a recurring thought of his, back when he was in the SEALS with Nat, and then later when they were part of Orion. It disappeared sometime after Ronnie realized that his team was not coming back for him. Now it was echoing in his head, as he realized that Jas must've gotten beat up on the last mission she went on before they rendezvoused at their current location.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" He moved to her healthier side and picked her up, setting her on the bed. "Five seconds. Count 'em." She did, and on the third, he was pressing against the bruised skin, and she was screaming. He kept his eyes off of hers as he got to work--if he did otherwise, he wouldn't be able to help her. It looked to him like she'd just dislocated her shoulder, which was a lot better than breaking it. "You're bein' real quiet."

There was quiet for the next ten minutes, Jas's scream being the exception. Ronnie went and got her a bag of ice, plus a sling.

"...thank you," Jas muttered. He finally looked her in the eye.

"Yeah, no problem."

Not much later, the idiot went to the store by herself, when he was in the shower. He offered to help her wash off, and she nearly hissed at him. When he got out of the bathroom, she was gone. She was back less than 30 minutes later, but that wasn't reassuring.

She cooked. Neither of them cooked much, because cooking typically involves kitchen appliances, and it wasn't practical for the two to be hauling around or keep buying new appliances. If they ever quit...maybe things would be different.

"Fuck, that smells good..." It honestly did. Ronnie smelled the cinnamon from the other side of the apartment, along with some pepper, garlic, and some other spices he couldn't identify. He tried to go over and see what Jas was making, but--

"I can throw a knife with either hand." She could, so he went back to what he'd been doing, and minded his business until she told him to come get his food.

"Wow..."

"Biryani with prawns. There's an Indian store a few blocks down." Her lips opened, then closed, debating words. "My mom used to make this." Hell.

They ate and got seconds. They cleaned up the kitchen, though there wasn't much to do. They both brushed their teeth, and once they flopped onto the bed to just be, he moved between her legs and told her to lift. He had her cumming on his tongue in all of two minutes, which she blamed on him being gone for so long.

"So what was--nnh--the plan if I, shit, Jas--was late?"

"You weren't gonna be late. Are you going to cum?"

"Fuck you," he groaned, grabbing her hips so he'd--

"Oh, eww, Ronnie, y'--" He loved when he pissed her off enough to rant (or moan) in Gaelige. It was kind of violently cute, just like her.