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fandomsbyladymelodrama · 4 months ago
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Also had to do something with my sudden, random rush of Elendil x Miriel feels so bonus fic <3 P.S. Quick message to the trop powers-that-be out there...LET THEM KISS YOU COWARDS 😘😂
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florestalio · 11 days ago
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INSATIABLE NEEDS — p.sh
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you had always found your best friend attractive, who wouldn't? but perhaps, him being so close to you when you were ovulating... wasn't the best idea. after all, a harmless crush can lead to being dangerously close to toeing the line of friendship.
GENRE— porn with little plot, friends to ???
WARNINGS— unprotected sex (don't!), reader is extremely horny, reader is so down bad for sunghoon it's almost embarrassing, reader isn't as subtle as she thinks, sunghoon is a cocky little shit, fingering, mirror sex (?), pussy slapping, cum eating, missionary, bondage, let me know if i missed any!
WORDCOUNT— 3.6k
NOTE— this is a REVAMP of this bnd fic. since i'm on hiatus, and probs won't be able to publish anything else for two months...
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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a soft groan fell from sunghoon’s lips, as you continued to read your book, despite him being literally two feet away from you — that too on the same bed. what could that stupid book possibly contain, that you were completely ignoring his presence?
he groaned again. “can you please put that damn book aside and pay attention to me instead? we were supposed to hang out, not be busy reading stupid books–”
you rolled your eyes. “we weren’t ‘supposed’ to do anything. you came to my apartment of your own accord, went straight to my bedroom, and plopped down on my bed, expecting me to entertain you — it’s not my fault that you can’t find the entertainment you wanted from me.”
yes, maybe you were being a little harsh. but then again, he deserved it. you were ovulating — really bad at that — and were peacefully watching certain… videos on twitter, when he suddenly rang the bell to your apartment. of course you were gonna be mad at him. guaranteed, he had no idea. but that can’t stop you from being petty, can it? not to mention that the book you were reading was one of the best smut books ever, so you had at least had something to distract yourself from the current dilemma with — but he was hellbent on trying to get you to ditch that as well, just to make you pay attention to him.
distract yourself from what, exactly? why, it’s your best friend, of course.
you had always found him attractive, who wouldn’t? but now that you were ovulating… the images in your head starring him were… unholy in the least.
you needed the distraction. everyone knows that a girl ovulating, while being in the presence of a guy who she is even slightly attracted to, can be very, very dangerous. especially if said guy is a good friend. toeing the line of friendship is never a good idea, especially with sunghoon. you weren't willing to lose him forever, just to satisfy your temporary needs… even if he was making it really difficult for you to not pounce on him.
you never thought a band aid on someone's cheek could be that attractive, combined with his all black outfit and the lollipop in his mouth. the way he kept swirling his tongue over the candy? god, you were definitely going to hell from the thoughts you were having about him.
a scoff from your best friend snapped you out of your daydreams. “okay, maybe i came uninvited. but isn't it common courtesy for you to not blatantly ignore someone right in front of you? or is that book of yours so engaging that you forgot basic etiquettes?”
oh, how you wished to yell at him and say that yes, the book really was that engaging. how you wished to recreate the absolutely mouth-watering smut scenes in the book with him–
okay, you really needed to get a grip over yourself.
you cleared your throat. “fine, i'll keep the book down, but i don't know how to entertain you.” true to your word, you kept the book down, the uncomfortable heat that had been long since pooling into your lower stomach, not fading in the slightest. in fact, the more you looked at him, the more the heat intensified.
he rolled his eyes, speaking in an irritated voice. “it’s not like you aren't enjoying yourself right now, is it?”
you couldn't understand if it was because you were ovulating, or if he was doing it purposely — but something about the tone of his voice was so fucking hot — you could feel even more heat starting to pool into your lower stomach, your panties sticking to your folds uncomfortably. you spoke in a slightly shaky voice. “w-what is that supposed to mean?–”
sunghoon took the lollipop out of his mouth with a loud ‘pop’, before speaking with an accusatory tone. “don’t play dumb with me. you know exactly what i’m talking about.”
…there was absolutely no way you were growing wetter at his tone. since when did he sound so… hot while accusing you? and why were you enjoying it?
you didn’t even know what he was accusing you of. all you could concentrate on was his slight smirk and the cocky gleam in his eye. you couldn’t tell why he was looking at you the way he was, but you knew he was up to no good.
but even when you predicted that, his next few words still managed to make your blood run cold. “stop pretending like i can't see you rubbing your cute thighs together. i'm not blind, you know.”
your jaw dropped, staring at him with eyes that were wide open in horror. he noticed?! god, so now he thinks you're a pervert — which, given your behavior, wouldn't be wrong — but still–
you didn't know how you still had the audacity to play dumb, but you did. “i-i don't know what you're talking about–”
you were cut off with a loud scoff from him. he gave you an incredulous look, speaking in a condescending tone, paired with sheer disbelief, letting you know that he didn't buy your bullshit. “you don't know what i'm talking about?”
you gulped, your thighs unintentionally pressing together even harder to prevent a fresh wave of slick from trickling down your hole. “n-no?–”
he let out a disappointed sigh, which seemed to be more of a mocking gesture than a genuine reaction of disappointment. “so you aren't going to admit it on your own. that's okay, i can always make you admit it.”
without a warning, he wrapped a hand around your ankle, yanking you towards him. you screamed out loud from utter shock. before you could say anything, he pulled you up, wrapping a hand around your waist so that you were pressed flush to his chest. he spread his legs, settling you in between them, before turning you, pressing your back to his chest. sunghoon grabbed your chin, pulling it up, so that your eyes stared right into your own in the mirror on the far end of your room.
your eyes trailed to his own in the mirror, shocked to see his expression. his eyes had darkened, slightly hooded eyes staring straight into your soul. you had never seen your best friend like that, but today… safe to say your thighs clenched again, your panties surely drenched by now.
you gulped, noticing a slight smirk on his face. he brought his lips closer to your ear, whispering softly. “tell me princess, are you still not going to admit it?”
his tone sent chills down your spine. you wanted to admit it so badly, wanted to let him know exactly how you needed him to rail you within an inch of your life — but then again, you wanted to find out what he would do if you didn’t give into his demands. what you guys were doing had already crossed all lines of friendship, it didn’t matter now if you guys went all the way anyways.
so you proceeded to lie. again. “i- i seriously don’t know what you’re talking a-about–”
he let out a disappointed sigh, — which sounded really condescending instead — before speaking again. “so you really have no idea, hm? you’re telling me you aren’t wet right now? hm?”
your breath hitched. fuck, this was really happening. “i- i’m not–”
you were cut off with a loud gasp, when he suddenly pressed two fingers right over your clothed cunt, the nearly drenched fabric soaking up more of your wetness. you couldn’t help yourself, letting out a choked moan, when he pressed them in even harder, effectively pushing the fabric deeper inside your puffy lips, even more slick dripping down out of you.
your best friend — could you even call him that anymore? — bit down on the lobe of your ear, before speaking again. “nasty little slut, aren’t you? soaking up your panties right in front of me, and yet you have the gall to lie to my face? acting all innocent too… was this what you actually wanted? for me to force an answer out of you? fuck, look at the way you’re clenching around my fingers, and they aren’t even inside you yet — we’re gonna have so much fun together princess…”
his last few words turned you on even more, — if that was even possible — falling out of his lips like a dark promise, a promise that he intended to keep. you still needed to answer him, so you did — only this time, all hesitation, all the ‘acting dumb’ was gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated, lust. “i’m s-sorry please — please, fuck me hoon–”
you couldn’t even complete your sentence, before he pulled his hand off your pants, opting to push the waistband of your shorts down instead. you didn’t even realize that you were lifting up your hips for him to shove them down your legs, your underwear following suit — only, instead of throwing it far away randomly in the room, he brought them to his nose, screwing his eyes shut and taking a deep inhale.
his action caused your jaw to hang open in pure shock, eyes as wide as saucers — you were so unbelievably horny, all you wanted was to push him down to lie down on your bed, and ride him till the two of you were spent beyond salvation — but you knew he wouldn’t let you do that. he always liked to be assertive, which you were fine with — although right now you were growing impatient. you needed him, did he not understand that? you needed him so fucking bad, you would let him take you raw, breed the fuck out of you, fuck a baby into you–
at this point you didn’t even know if these were your own thoughts, or your ovulation fucking with your head. either way, you were filled with the thought of him, your mind chanting ‘sunghoon, sunghoon, sunghoon’ like a mantra, imprinting his name into the walls of your brain — which was funny, because he hadn’t even done anything to you yet — properly, that is.
speaking of, you just noticed him stuffing your soaked panties into his pocket, his hand coming to grip your chin again. he raised it to make you look into the mirror. you made eye contact with him in it, gulping at the look in his eyes. it was purely predatory, lust swimming in his irises like an insatiable hunger.
if you had any doubts about him not wanting you as much as you wanted him, your doubts were certainly all cleared now.
his hand left your chin, coming down to your impossibly wet cunt instead. he slid a finger over your slit, rubbing it up and down, collecting your abundant amount of slick on it. he watched in the mirror, completely fucking mesmerized by the sight of your pretty little pussy fluttering around his finger. he decided to use another finger, using both of his digits to part your folds, watching even more slick dripping out of your needy cunt. it was truly a sight, causing his bulge to strain against your back, a loud moan escaping you at the feeling. your head fell back on his shoulder, your eyes screwed shut from the feeling of him playing with you so lewdly — it was like a scene straight out of your dirtiest fantasies, one that you never imagined would actually happen in reality — but fuck, you were definitely not complaining.
you suddenly gasped out loud, your head jerking up, staring directly into his eyes in the mirror. your eyes were wide open in shock, from the impact of his slap on your impossibly wet pussy. your breathing had fastened, staring at him in pure shock. he scoffed at your expression, glaring at you through the mirror. “what? surprised? if you want me to continue, you better not remove your gaze — you’re going to watch as i make you fall apart on my fingers. if you avoid eye contact even once, i’m going to edge you the entire day — yes, the entire day. i’m not kidding in the slightest, princess, so you better keep those pretty eyes of yours peeled open if you want to cum at all.”
you swallowed thickly. this, this was what you needed. he was what you needed, he was all you needed. his tone, his words, everything was so fucking hot — you craved everything he could offer, and more.
but, in order to get a little bit of literally anything he had to offer, you needed to obey him. so you decided to comply, not removing your gaze even once from the mirror.
he plunged his fingers inside you without a warning, fucking them into you at a rough pace, drawing out loud squelching noises from your pussy. you let out the loudest moans and whimpers known to mankind at his rough pace, whining slightly, clenching and unclenching around his fingers. you arched your back to the best of your ability, letting out a loud whimper, when the calloused pads of his fingers rubbed oh-so-deliciously against your walls. your breath hitched as he rubbed that spot on your walls, his other hand holding you down tightly to stop you from squirming. he had noticed immediately, making sure to hit that same spot over and over again, using his thumb to rub on your clit simultaneously. you let out a choked gasp, the band in your stomach tightening at alarming rate; a telltale sign of you being brought to your fastest  — almost embarrassingly fast — orgasm yet.
sunghoon watched your expressions with his lip pulled between his teeth, his eyes hooded, as you fell apart on his fingers. the little shudders and loud whines were music to his ears.
god, you knew exactly how to drive him crazy.
he kept on thrusting his fingers shallowly, until you were squirming from the overstimulation. he then withdrew his fingers from your soaking cunt, giving your clit a last pinch, eliciting a whimper from you. he brought his fingers to his mouth, maintaining eye contact with you in the mirror, as he licked them clean, a soft groan leaving him as your taste hit him.
he licked off every last drop from his fingers, before harshly grabbing your chin. he turned your face halfway towards him, smashing his lips on yours, for the very first time — which was a little funny to think about, given that he had already made you cum on his fingers; that too at such an embarrassingly fast pace.
the kiss was sloppy and messy, spit mixing and dribbling down your chins, tongues clashing with each other. but neither of you seemed to care, too engrossed in trying to memorize the feel of each other's mouth.
he gripped your waist without breaking the kiss, pulling you backwards, before shoving you down on the bed. you fell on your back with a light ‘oof–’, your head hitting the pillow. you barely had any time to gather yourself, before sunghoon was crashing his lips into yours again.
he kissed you at a feverish pace, one that you could barely keep up with. his hands roamed about your body frantically, desperately trying to memorize every inch of you. he started to fiddle with your clothes, trying to take them off you, almost tearing them off in the process.
you barely processed it when your shirt went flying in some corner of the room, your bra following suit. your nipples harden almost instantly as they come in contact with the cold air, causing him to immediately pinch them, drawing out a loud whine from you. he sucked on one of them harshly, using his hand to pinch and twirl the other nipple. he alternated between both, biting and sucking on the skin around your nipples too, until your entire chest was covered in red hickeys and bite marks.
you were starting to find it a little unfair because of how you were the only one unclothed between the two of you, causing you to take the matter into your own hands. you tugged at his shirt impatiently, causing him to give in and take it off. he tried to immediately kiss you again, but your hands that were tugging at his pants stopped him. he stared at you with a slightly impatient glare, before taking his belt out of the loop.
instead of taking his pants off like you hoped he would, he grabbed both of your hands, before tying them with the belt, attaching them to the headboard. you gasped loudly, trying to free your hands, in vain. he laughed at your state. “patience is key, darling. didn't you know that?”
he pressed another harsh kiss to your lips, swallowing your whines, as he slowly grinded on you. you could feel the outline of his rock hard dick through his boxers, pressing insistently against your clit. you let out sharp gasps and moans at the sensation, but it was quickly ripped away from you.
you were positively drooling when he shoved his boxers down, his cock standing proud and tall. it slapped against his stomach, leaving a trail of precum on it. he grabbed your thighs, shoving them apart, before aligning himself with your eagerly awaiting cunt.
he rubbed his angry red and leaking tip on your clit, before gliding it up and down your slit, collecting your wetness. you arched your back, your eyes rolling into your head, a loud moan practically ripping out of your lips. you looked up at him with teary eyes, silently begging him to hurry up.
he smirked down at you, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip, before finally pushing himself inside. you let out an even louder moan, feeling his bulbous tip stretch you out, before he thrust himself fully inside — earning a choked gasp from you. he groaned, barely giving you time to adjust, before pulling himself almost completely out, leaving only the tip in, before thrusting back in.
he set a brutally fast pace, the continuous ‘fap-fap-fap’ sounds ringing loudly in your ears. the squelching sounds from your pussy were almost equally as loud, as more and more of your wetness trickled down his length. your bottom lip was pulled in between your teeth, eyes screwed shut. you subtly bucked your hips up, trying to match  his pace.
he noticed it quickly enough, grabbing your hips to still you, before stopping as well. he gave you a stern look, before changing his pace. instead of the brutally fast pace he had set earlier, he switched to a slower pace, focusing on hitting every single spot perfectly.
you clenched around him tightly, a breathy moan of his name leaving your lips. his pace stuttered, before he grabbed both of your legs, folding them to your chest. the new position helped him pound into you even deeper, reaching places you never could on your own. his mushroom tip collided with your cervix every time, making you see stars.
he was deep, so so deep. he felt so fucking good, like you were in cloud nine. by the looks of it, he thought the same.
he let out a deep groan, breathy whispers leaving his lips. “p-pussy feels s-so — fuck — s’fucking good — fits like a glove–” he cut himself off with a moan, feeling you clench around him harder. “keep s-squeezing me like that i'll cum.”
you could barely hear him, your brain completely fogged up. you could barely formulate a single coherent thought, the completely unadulterated pleasure leaving you dizzy. you let out a soft gasp as you felt him sucking on your neck, just above your jugular. it felt good, too good.
you could feel the band in your stomach start to tighten, signalling your impending climax. he could tell it was close too, by the change of pitch in your moans. he focused on hitting your g-spot with every thrust, bringing his hand down to rub circles around your clit, coaxing your orgasm out of you.
the added stimulation was all it took for the band in your stomach to finally snap, your cunt clenching impossibly tight around him.your eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream. your orgasm washed over you, coating his dick in a layer of white.
your orgasm triggered his own, causing his hips to stutter. he tried to pull out, but your pussy was clenching so tightly around him, he simply couldn't. he grabbed your hips, pushing himself even deeper. his eyes rolled back, a groan escaping him, as he came in you.
spurts of cum erupted from him, shooting deep inside, your pretty cunt clenching around him even harder, milking him for all he was worth. he came and came, till he physically couldn't anymore. he pulled his softening length out of your spent hole.
your ruined pussy clenched around nothing, globs of cum dripping down your thighs. sunghoon scooped them up with his fingers, pushing them right back into your sensitive folds. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, pushing your hair out of your face. “you're still with me?”
you nodded tiredly, too spent to speak. you were still in disbelief of the entire situation, but it was as real as real could get. you felt him untie your hands, before scooping you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style, carrying you to what you could only hope was the bathroom — before you passed out in his arms.
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bewitchedfeathers · 1 month ago
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The Grey - Vik/tor Snz Fic
For the anons who requested allergic Viktor! I had this in my draft and thought I'd release it into the wild for you!
Not sure where to go from here but I hope you enjoy this ficlet nonetheless. Set in an AU where Viktor never came to Piltover.
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Jayce stepped into the small shop off one of the dark side streets of Zaun. Little to identify it outside of a small sign designating it a repair shop. But Jayce had heard he could fix anything and even upgrade things and Jayce had hit a wall in his current prototype. He was hoping this lauded genius of the undercity might be able to help him.
He tried not to cough to much and draw attention to himself as green smoke swirled around his ankles as he walked. He stepped inside and was immediately stunned by the beauty of the man behind the counter. He was working on some kind of delicate clockwork device, long beautiful fingers moving with steady precision. His auburn locks and high cheek bones made him look almost aristocratic but he had a bit of a wild air to him.
“Shut the door please,” he said without looking up from his project.
Jayce quickly stepped fully inside and shut the door behind him, cheeks hot. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” he murmured finally lookikng up from his work with a curious gaze. Eyes going slightly wide in surprise when he saw Jayce, probably placing him as Piltovian even with the ratty cloak over his clothes.
“How can I help you? Snf.” He asked. His voice was soft and accented and Jayce tried not be distracted by it. But then the man’s nose wrinkled and he sniffed again. 
Jayce watched as a wisp of green colored smoke drifted across the air and brushed nose, and the response was immediate as he took a sharp breath in. “Ih’TSSHHxkt…Snf.”
“Are you all right?” He asked utterly entranced and trying not to act like it. 
“I’m fine. It’s just….thehh-the grey. Huh’ITCHxt. It always makes me Hhh…ITCHssht. Pardon me. Snf.” He rubbed underneath his nose with one delicate finger. 
“Bless you,” Jayce breathed, heat coiling in his belly, “Um, Should I come back another time?”
“No, no, I’m fine. It’s just a minor hh’ITCH-shuh…inconvenience. Pardon me.”
“Bless you. If you’re sure…”
“Yes, I’m fine. Hihhh’IKXT…hn. There’s no need to fuss over it.” He shot Jayce a look that suggested he would not like what happened if Jayce made a fuss over it. 
Jayce conceded with a quick nod, not wanting to press and make the other man uncomfortable 
“I'm Jayce by the way. Sorry for not introducing myself.” He certainly wouldn't admit it was because he was distracted by the other man's sneezes. 
“I'm Viktor,” he offered softly followed by a few sniffles. “What can I help you hhhh’IGSSHtt snf, pardon, help you with?” He wrinkled his nose with a grumpy expression, obviously irritated by the continuous interruptions to his speech even though he seemed otherwise fine.
Jayce shook off his momentary daze as Viktor let loose another poorly stifled sneeze. “Ah, I was hoping you might have an idea of how to get this working? I was told you're the best.”
“Oh? And where did you hhh-hear that?” He asked curiously as he examined the device Jayce had set on the counter between them. 
“I asked around,” he offered vaguely to which Viktor raised an eyebrow at, but let the subject drop.
A moment later Viktor set down the device as his brows drew in and his nostrils fluttered. He turned his head until his nose hovered just above his elbow. “Hhh…pardon me a-hh moment…Hhhh’IGSSHtt…Hh’IGSSH–Ishhuh…hh’huhh’ EGSSHHooo…sndff goodndess. Mby apologies. Sndf.”
“It's fine,” he said hoarsely, pants feeling too tight. “Um, bless you.”
- TBC??
[Snz Fic Masterlist]
Let me know if you liked it and feel free to hit me up if you have ideas for where this should go.
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beezer2713 · 30 days ago
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woof haven't written anything in a long while now, writers block was kicking me into the dirt i swear. anyways, i used to have another blog with some fics on it that I really liked but obviously don't have anymore so i'm gonna rewrite them! starting with~
Sadist!Dottore x Reader
cw! sadism, dacryphilia, throat fucking, mean dom, dubious consent, semipublic sex, power play, unfair power dynamics, boss x employee relationship, gn reader, lowercase on purpose, mention of vomit (in passing), degration
nsfw written by a minor, if that makes you uncomfortable don't read
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fuck. that was the only word that would come to mind at the current position Dottore had put you in... Lord Harbinger Dottore, your boss. oh archons you were beyond fucked. crammed awkwardly under his, now not very spacious seeming, desk, cursing every higher up and god that could've brought you to this situation now. and yet here you were, knees scrapping against the harsh laboratory tile, face buried between your boss' thighs. the harsh drawl of "pathetic." ripped you from your thoughts, tearing your gaze from his crotch to his face, or well mask. Dottore was staring down at you, his lips curled into a permanent snarl. "like a dog in heat, at least try would you. or, i'm always in need of new materials for my experiments" accompanying his words was his gloved hand taking hold of the back of your head, pushing it down fully on his cock uncaring of the way your throat constricted as you gagged. his cock twitching in delight at your struggle to breathe and keep yourself from vomiting. obediently you begin to bob your head against his cock, trying to please him desperately. drool is dripping down your chin and onto your pants but you couldn't bring yourself to care. concerned only with running your tongue along the veins on his shaft and burying your nose into the, surprisingly well groomed, fluff of blue hair at the base of his dick. after what was truly 30 minutes that felt like no more than 10 passed Dottore growled from above again, his voice harsh but twinged with clear desire "fucking useless. completely incompetent. come here." he roughly seizes your head and begins to thrust wildly into your mouth. "you-fuck. you're so useless. what do i even keep you around for. can't even do something as simple as this right. fuckfuc- oh? how worthless" he laughs roughly as he spots the tears that begun to stream down your cheeks from his rough handling of your body "crying? over something like this? i'll have to train you better it seems. bet you like that idea you slut. have to fuck you like this everyday in my lab until you learn to open your mouth the moment you get on your knees" his rough pace somehow picks up even more as he begins to reach his limit. despite how roughly he was handling you, you couldn't deny the heat swirling in your core along with the desire to slip your hand into your pants. but the fear of what Dottore would do if he caught you touching yourself keeps you from doing so. "mmhm fuck. take it slut. you like this don't you? being used by me like this. fuckfuckfuckfuck-" this wasn't the first time you and Dottore had done something like this, and it was certainly far from the last, so you could tell when he was close. the way his fingers dig harsher into your skin and how his voice begins to keen. it isn't all that surprising when he spills his cum into your mouth with a pitchy "fuck" falling from his lips. he rides out his high before pulling his cock from your mouth and speaking with distain "clean up your mess, then get out of my sight. I have work to finish."
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yay!! I haven't written in quite awhile so it probably isn't very good, but it feels wonderful to write again!!! and my requests are always open to requests!!!!!
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thyln4gf · 9 months ago
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Cheri cheri lady
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✞ Watching you on the top step of the podium for the first time, while still in your rookie year... It all tasted a little bitter for Lando, but he wasnt complaining too much... he did get the best view out of them all - right from p2.
✞ Word count - 808
✞ I have synesthesia! Heres 5 songs that I associate with this fic - "american jesus" - Nessa Barrett, "heavy metal lover" - Lady Gaga, "flawless" - The Neighbourhood, "take me back to eden" - Sleep Token, "hall of fame" - The Script. Note - i do have a whole playlist. Ask if you want it.
✞ Warnings - none, I guess. A lot of fluffy shite. Slightly suggestive. A short little blurb inspired by Landos first win<3 Gg, my boy.
✞ Lando Norris x Mercedes!Reader
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The sound of a crowd yelling someone elses name annoyed him till no end - it reminded him of the fact that he hasnt won yet, and that hes currently holding a pretty sad record - the highest number of podiums without a win. That, until it came to you - it immediately became something that he wanted to hear over and over. It was almost as sweet as the champagne swirling down his body, the sun kissing his face, or the sweet, sweet sound of an anthem that wasnt the dutch one.
It all started at the beginning of the season, really. He was intimidated by you at first, just a little - for the first quali of the season, your rookie season, you had already grabbed the pole. But, quickly enough, he found himself getting more and more curious about you. He would ask you about the weather, or about the ridiculous activities the media admins made you do - to "see if it matched his". It was far from enough for him though - he wanted to know everything about you. How do you like your waffles? He wanted to ask you about that. He wanted to ask you about breakfast and honey. Sunlight. Do you like strawberry smoothies? What was the name of your childhood cat? Do you have any scars?
There were so many things he wanted to say, but didnt know how to. Thats why he spent quite a bit of his time quietly observing you. He felt as if you were just a mere result of his imagination - one touch, just one taste - and youd disappear.
His newly found obsession, however, was watching the wide grin fighting for its place on your face. You were stood on that step, taking up the space that you deserved oh so much. He was a little jealous of the success that you found yourself in so soon, but he couldnt peel his eyes away from you - the way you were stood there, proud. The golden hour danced on your face, making the sweat drenched features pop out. Just like him, the sun seemed to enjoy your eyes - they looked like the shiniest gems you could find.
The champagne celebration rolled around. He was already giggling, looking forward to absolutely drowning you in the sticky, sweet, liquid luck. He looked at Daniel on the other side, the English anthem for Mercedes coming to an end. They both wiggled their eyebrows at each other, seemingly getting the exact same idea, and locking it in.
They could have planned all they wanted, honestly - but you were just quicker. You jumped off the step quickly, it almost looked like you were flying. To Landos surprise, you didnt go for your usual move. Instead, you seemed to use his - the famous champagne floor smash. He was so pleasantly surprised that he didnt even register a stream of the beverage aimed right into the centre of his face. Wiping the champagne from his eyes, he saw your wide grin - and Daniel getting the back of your head. You shrieked - and it wasnt from the surprise, he knew. You washed your hair just this morning.
As much as he would have wanted that scene to last forever... Like all good things, it quickly came to an end. But that meant that he got to stand by your side for the photo - and it made him nervous, almost like a young, teenage boy, whos crush went to the same school.
He was nervous. Oh, so nervous. He was a little scared of messing something up, taking great measures to avoid exactly that. He did end up on the wrong side of the step, somehow. He didnt even notice, but thats until he felt your hands on his waist, gently gripping onto the material of his suit.
"Youre in the wrong spot, darling." You had murmured into his ear, gently guiding him to where you wanted him. A smirk was so evident in your tone, even if he wasnt looking at your face.
The hands.
The. Gentle. Fucking. Hands.
His stomach quickly got filled with a ton of butterflies, his brain shortcircuiting. He would have frozen in the spot, if the circumstances had allowed him. And he did, at first - was given a slap to the back of his head by Daniel quickly enough to not be noticed, though. Or, thats what he thought - people were talking about it already, and it would continue for days. If not weeks. And not even the fact that you just casually moved him, just like that. Not the placement of your hands - but the fact that he could be seen blushing, all shy, like a little girl.
Despite it not being his victory, it was his favourite podium of all time already. But, who knew. Maybe the next one was gonna be his?
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whousestypewriters · 9 months ago
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i don't even know your name - jameson hawthorne x reader
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pairing: jameson hawthorne x fem!reader
warnings: swearing, kissing + like running away from the police
a/n: hehe my first tig fic! and my first on this account. i had this little idea at exactly 12:26am in the middle of revamping this blog and wanted to write it i shouldve gone to bed, so sorry if this is crap - sleep deprivation is reallll. its also unedited-
part two: you again??
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ok so technically you did steal a car.
but come on, the seven police cars driving after you is just a little bit excessive. especially since its not even a decent car... from a junkyard - which to be honest you're still surprised it even started. no even cares about the damn thing except for you and the junkyard owner who apparently has a vendetta against you.
you've met the guy twice, he's a stinky old man who spends most of his days wasted and drunk. and he's never once paid attention to you sneaking in and out basically living in the car you've just stolen. sorry, borrowed.
the red and blue flashing lights bring you back to your current situation and you wince when you shift gears and swing almost violently around the corner into oncoming traffic. swerving around the honking cars and bright lights you manage to merge back into the right lanes and push forward trying to put distance between you and the cops.
you slip through the cars not even caring about the other people at this point. you just need this car. getting a job these days is harder then it seems and you'd just been offered a job with really good pay and the only requirement was you needed your own car to get to and from work.
so seeing as you're an eighteen year old homeless girl with little to no money, temporarily borrowing this car seemed like a really good idea - until it wasn't of course.
pulling over on the side of the road you decide to abandon the car and try to get away on foot - you can always catch the bus right? following the flow of the crowd you swirl your way through checking over your shoulder every few seconds, not even noticing the fact that you've gone up steps and entered a large line until the security guard calls out to you.
"hey kid! ticket?" swinging around you look up to the stern guard.
"pardon?"
"where's your ticket?"
"oh..." you trail off and the guard steps forward.
"miss, do you have a ticket?"
"....no?"
stepping forward the guard starts to reach for his gun. "miss i'm going to need to ask you to leave."
looking behind you, you try and work out your best escape route from the now approaching police men and the menacing guard at your back.
"uh yeah i'm leaving now," you say swinging around and slipping under the guard and bolting through the doors.
you enter probably the grandest entry room ever. its like straight out of a movie with the grand staircases and people in elegant clothing, unfortunately you don't get much time to admire everything with security and police on your ass.
pushing past the shrieking guests aside you run through the crowd to the next room, straight into the middle of... a dinner party.
great.
this is just great.
"GET HER!" the one of the policemen yells from behind you. you take off again rushing past women in fancy dresses and men in tuxes trying your very best not to step on any of their outfits - because hey, you may be homeless dressed like a middle aged man, but damnit you can appreciate a good outfit.
running into a hallway you panic slightly, choosing a random door and slamming it shut. trying to get ahold of your breath you close your eyes and rest your head against the door, taking deep breaths.
a throat clears from behind you and you practically jump out of your skin.
"hello."
"holy shit! doesn't anybody knock these days??" you shriek.
you look around the office trying to find the owner of the voice but to no avail. the office seemed plain enough a large plush chair behind a mahogany desk with sofas and book shelves adorning the sides of the wall.
"hello?" you look around the office again, bending down to check under the desk.
"look up," the voice comes again.
looking up you see the shadow of a boy sitting on the overhanging ledge of the bookshelf.
"who are you?" you ask eyeing the door and wondering if you still have enough time to get away before the police arrive.
"i think we should really be focusing more on you." the boy's voice vibrates through the room. he leans forward to the point of almost falling off the edge but somehow still staying on.
"i'm not important," you say, then motion up to him. "you'll fall."
"i can assure you i won't." for a moment the boy just lingers there before launching himself off the bookshelf and landing on the floor in front of you. "and besides you've piqued my interest." he strolls over to the desk and casually leans against it as if he wasn't a freaking godlike person.
seriously that bookshelf had to be at least three and a half meters tall!
the boy - now that you can see him better - is also godlike in his looks. its devastating how handsome he is. he's around your age with soft brown hair that seemed to be styled when the night began and had fallen across his forehead and his eyes. his eyes were like emeralds sparkling in the moonlight. suddenly you're favourite colour is green.
"now tell me again, who are you?" he grins - its an awful grin, the type that makes you want to die because its so beautiful.
swallowing the lump that formed in your throat you push the words out. "as i said, that's not important. what is important is that you forget you ever saw me."
the boy raises an eyebrow flashing another grin. "i'm afraid i can't do that."
"why?"
"because you are quiet unforgettable."
you freeze for a moment, then roll your eyes. "is that what you tell every girl who barges into a room to hide?"
"ahh so you're hiding?"
clenching your jaw at that slight bit of information you let slip, you nod.
"from?"
"who do you think jackass? i'm dressed like a 1950's street urchin and just crashed probably the most fancy dinner party i'll ever see, so really, who do you think i'm hiding from? fucking peppa pig?"
a loud bang comes from down the hall and you swing around wishing you had ran instead of talking to the mystery boy.
"come here." his voice snaps you out of your panic.
"what?"
"come here, you don't want to be caught? get over here."
narrowing your eyes at him you move closer to him. "what are you gonna do?"
he stares at you for a moment. "can i touch you?"
"WHAT?"
"not like that, god. that's where your mind went? no. i was just being respectful before i kissed you."
that you pause at. "you're going to kiss me?"
"well, with your permission of course."
"you don't have it."
the boy pouts playfully. "why not?"
"because believe it or not, crashing dinner parties and kissing random strangers who's names i don't know isn't something i do on a regular basis."
"well if you don't want to get caught...." he trails off.
"ew so what if i kiss you, you won't give me up? you think you're that good do you?"
"sweetheart, i am that good."
"not helping your case."
"if i kiss you it hides your face, none of them would ever try and cross me," the boy offers grinning again - does he ever stop smiling? seriously its harmful to look at someone this good looking for this amount of time.
"cause you're just that good right?"
"you're a quick learner."
the commotion from outside comes closer and you tense up weighing your options. goddamnit you're gonna have to kiss him.
"fine you have my permission," you huff. "just don't rat me out."
"i would never."
the police must have reached your door because they knock twice asking if someone is inside that they come out now.
"fucking hell," you mutter. "i cannot believe i'm doing this. i don't even know your name."
"don't worry you're in good hands," the boy says his voice low. he wraps his arms around your waist looking at you to make sure its okay.
"if you don't come out now we're coming in!" the voice from outside yells banging against the door twice more.
"by the way, the names jameson," the boy says before he seals his lips to yours and the door is ripped open with men pouring in.
but you hardly notice it. the boy's - jameson as he called himself - lips are warm as the press into yours. its soft but searing sending tingles through your brain. every thought or protest you had fell out of your head and your hands shoot up into his hair as he tightens is own arms around you.
you're so lost in the kiss you don't even hear the men behind you clearing their throats awkwardly.
pulling away jameson looks at you for a moment seemingly just as stunned as you are before he pulls your head to his chest and rests a hand on the back of your hair keeping your face hidden.
"yes?"
"have you seen a girl; brunette, around your age, wearing a black cocktail dress run through here or past here?" one of the officers asks avoiding eye contact.
"what did you say she was wearing again?" jameson asks.
"a black cocktail dress." these are like the worst policemen ever.
"well... yes-" you tense, this is it. this is where he rats you out, motherfuc-"but she went down the hall and through to the ballroom probably hiding in the crowd."
nodding each of the policemen leave the room and storm their way down the hallway. "uh sorry about interrupting you two as well," the last one says on his way out.
when its safe you pull back from jameson and thank him.
"its not over yet," he grins - seriously who decided he should be this handsome? and takes your hand leading you out the room and down the hallway. "follow me."
you slip out through the now empty entryway and run down the stairs together. this feels suspiciously like a romance novel. when you reach the steps you pull jameson to a stop. "wait don't you have to go to this dinner thing?"
"if it means not spending time with you, i'm okay with missing it," he winks.
"nope, you're not trying to flirt your way into being an outlaw with me," you tease.
"it was worth a shot."
smiling up at the boy who let you go free tonight you reach up on your tip toes and place a soft kiss on his cheek. "i'll be seeing ya jameson."
you slip out into the night leaving jameson on the steps. leaving behind the dangerous feeling that you could lose your heart to that boy.
at least you won't see him again.
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a/n pt2: i hope you liked it!!
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drearycrow · 5 months ago
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Notes: My first proper fic after idk how long. I'm back to writing after dealing with some serious writer's block. This is my first time writing a threesome so I'm sorry if it's bad.
Warning: Threesome, creampie, oral(m! & f! Receiving), pervert! Virgin!Sigma, established relationship (reader is dating Nikolai), college au, panty stealing, scent kink, doggy style, missionary, masturbation. Let me know if I missed anything.
You cuddled with Nikolai after finishing another round of sex. You head lays on his chest hearing his heartbeat race after the intense orgasm. His hand rubs your back gently and gives you a kiss on the top of your head. Nikolai shuts his eyes and lets out a sigh of relaxation. "That was fun. I needed to release some steam after that argument with Fyodor." You just hummed in response. You are tired and a bit disappointed by sex. It wasn't bad by any means necessary. You are getting tired of doing the same things over and over again. It needs some more spice to it.
Nikolai noticed your sudden silence after you finished having sex. You are usually talkative and affectionate afterwards. He pulls the blanket over both of you before giving you another kiss on the cheek. "What's wrong my dove? You hadn't said anything after we finished our little love making. Are you tired?" He looks at you with slight concern. You shook your head in response. "It's not that. There's something on my mind right now." You didn't know how to bring it up to Nikolai that you want to have a threesome with him and your roommate, Sigma.
You are scared that he will get jealous or possessive after hearing your request. He lifts your chin up to make you look at him. "Tell me what's on your mind." He still looks slightly concerned by your demeanor. "Promise you won't get mad?" You stick your pinky finger out and Nikolai wraps his pinky finger around yours."I promise I won't get mad." You close your eyes for a moment, not wanting to look at him before asking your question. "I want to have a threesome with you and Sigma." You blurt out quickly. Your eyes are shut tight in fear of looking into your partner's eyes. A chuckle escapes his lips at your cute reaction. You slowly open your eyes to see him with a stupid smirk on his face. You know damn well he will tease you about this for months to come. "Oh why didn't you tell me sooner? I've been wanting to do that for awhile now. I've been meaning to ask you about it but I was worried you would get turned off by the idea." Nikolai gets up from the bed and starts to put on a plain shirt and boxers. "We can talk to him tomorrow when he's done with his classes." Nikolai says as he lays back down on the bed next to you.
A soft whine escaped from Sigma's lips as he cums all over his stomach and some land on your sweater. He gives your sweater on last sniff before tossing it to the side and letting his head fall back down onto the pillow. Shame and guilt swirl inside of him. Stealing another article of clothing of yours just to jerk off to your scent makes him feel like a perverted loser. Last time it was a pair of panties that he stole from your dirty laundry. It was quite disgusting of him to do but he couldn't help it. Everytime you stay for the night, you and Nikolai end up sleeping together. At first it annoyed the hell out of Sigma hearing you two banging but after a while, he managed to tune it out. Now he enjoys hearing you two go at it. He jerks off to your sweet moans. How he wishes he would the one to make you moan that loud. Makes him wonder what Nikolai has that he doesn't. Sigma looks at the clock on his night stand. It's nearing midnight and he hasn't even fallen asleep yet. Classes are going to suck but he will drink a coffee on the way there. He falls asleep quickly. It's just going to be another day tomorrow.
Sigma sat nervously on the edge of the bed. He stares at you intensely on his bed wearing nothing but a beautiful white lingerie set. You are currently deep throating Nikolai like it was nothing. You sucked and swirled your tongue around his cock making Nikolai groan in pleasure. He grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes you further down until your nose gets buried in his pubic hair. Sigma felt his pants tighten watching the lewd scene in front of him. He didn't expect to be in this predicament. All he expected was coming home from a long day of college, having to deal with Nikolai's annoying ass and hearing him fuck your brains out like every night. But no, he came home to see you on his bed wearing nothing but a pretty little lingerie set looking like an angel that fell from heaven. Of course Nikolai had to be there to ruin the moment but at least he will finally get a chance to sleep with you after having a crush on you since the beginning of the school semester. He watched you waiting for his turn to come.
The groans coming from Nikolai get louder and louder. Nikolai starts fucking your mouth at a faster pace, getting closer and closer to his orgasm. With a loud groan, he cums down your throat. You swallow the large load as much as you could. You pull away with a loud 'pop' and lick your lips in satisfaction. Sigma sat there completely hard and unable to do or say anything after seeing that show. You giggle at his reaction and crawl towards him. You unzip his pants and pull down his boxers. His leaky cock springs out and hits his stomach. Your hand wraps around his cock and start to stroke it at a slow pace. He starts to whimper softly at your touch. Sigma moves his hands to unclip your bra but finds it difficult to do so due to his hands shaking from nervousness. He managed to unclip it after you helped him find the clip. Sigma tosses the bra to the side and grabs them gently.
He starts to knead and squish your soft breasts, pinching the nipples with curiosity. He didn't know what he was doing but he is enjoying the view. Nikolai chuckles seeing Sigma's innocent reaction. He wasn't sure if you are enjoying it but when he heard those soft moans coming from you gave him the impression that this feels good for you. Nikolai puts a hand on Sigma's shoulder and pushes him into your tits. "Stop being so nervous and pleasure my girl already. I know you're a virgin and all but is that the best you could do? You're not going into make her cum if you only play with her tits." Sigma doesn't say anything in return. He huffs angrily in between your tits. He can't help it though. Your tits are so soft and squishy and he likes how you moan at his touch.
Nikolai pulls Sigma off of your chest. He pulls your lacey panties off showing how wet you are. He plunges two fingers into you scissoring you open. "Look at how wet she is." Nikolai pulls his fingers away leaving you craving for more. He puts his fingers in his mouth tasting your sweet juices. He pulls his fingers away with a 'pop' humming in satisfaction. "You should have a taste as well. Get in between her legs and give her cunt a nice lick." Sigma watches you spread your legs open for him. An invitation to let him pleasure you. He sat there nervously not knowing what to really do. "Are you going to sit there and stare at my cunt or are you go in and make me feel good?" You ask Sigma. He didn't have to think twice about the question. Sigma got in between your legs and gave your pussy a quick lick. He gave it another lick savoring the taste of it. He kept doing this until his face was in your pussy, licking and slurping messily.
Sigma ate you out like it was his last meal on earth. He didn't even care if he was messy and inexperienced, all he wanted was to do is please you for eternity. His eyes look back at you watching your blissed out face. Nikolai was sitting up against the bed frame jerking off to his roommate give oral to his precious dove. He watched with glee. Sigma humped and grinded against the mattress trying to feel some kind of friction against his hard leaky cock. It didn't take long for you to orgasm and Sigma lapped up all the juices without hesitation. He didn't want it to end just yet. One more orgasm out of you and he will be satisfied. A pair of hands grab his shoulders and he suddenly gets pulled off of you. Sigma turns around to see Nikolai with a shit eating grin on his face. "Alright alright that's enough of that. Now we are going to the best part." Sigma looks back at Nikolai annoyed and curious by what he meant by that. Nikolai makes Sigma get in between your legs again but this time he has him line his dick against your pussy. Nikolai gives Sigma a few strokes before pushing his cock in your cunt. Sigma gasped out loud when he felt your tight cunt around his dick. It felt heavenly being inside of you. He couldn't move another inch without feeling like he's about cum right then and there. Sigma stood still for a good minute until Nikolai pushed him to get deeper inside of you. Both of you moan as Sigma bottoms out in you. Sigma's cock was longer than Nikolai's but it was a bit thinner.
You feel Sigma start to move slowly after what felt like an eternity. His thrusts are slow and irregular. He wasn't sure what he was doing. It felt amazing being inside of you and he didn't want to pull out at all. His thrusts get faster and as deep as he could. You wrap your legs around his waist bringing him closer to you. Sigma moans as he fucks you nicely into the mattress. Sigma doesn't know how long he can last. It feels so good fucking your pretty little pussy and a dream come true. He's been wanting to fuck you for so long but you are dating Nikolai and he knew that you would never give him a chance until now. Sigma whimpers as he cums inside. Hot sticky cum floods your womb. He stays still from the intensity of the orgasm. Sigma pulls away with a small whine and his cum drops out of you. He finds the sight quite hot.
Nikolai sighs in annoyance seeing how Sigma was fucking you. "You look like a fish flopping on her. It makes you look ridiculous. Move, let me show you how it's done." Sigma pulls away with a soft whine and gets pushed to the side by Nikolai. He doesn't prep you and bottoms out with ease making you whimper. Nikolai's thrusts in and out roughly, the sound of skin hitting against skin echo throughout the room. He pulls out to flip you over onto your stomach and shoves your face into the pillow. He starts to fuck you again grunting at your tight cunt around him. You moan loudly into the pillow that hardly muffled it. You know you will get a noise complaint by the neighbors again but who cares. You're getting railed by your boyfriend and his roommate. A hand hovers over your clit and starts to rub it in a circular motion. You clench around Nikolai making him be more rough with you. It felt like you were melting into the bed from the pleasure you're receiving. You squirt all Nikolai's thighs and onto the bed sheets below.
Nikolai thrusts get more irregular the closer he got to his orgasm. After a few rough thrusts, he cums as deep inside as he could. It's so much that it leaks out of you and onto the bedsheets below. Nikolai pulls out as more cum spurts out of you. The room is silent besides the sound of heavy breathing. He lays down next to you and pulls you close to him. Sigma does the same but lays down on the opposite side of you. You are sandwiched in between both of them with no escape. You fall asleep rather quickly from the exhaustion. The ones that are still awake is Nikolai and Sigma. Nikolai looks over to Sigma who is looking away from him. "So did you enjoy sleeping with my girl?" Nikolai breaks the awkward silence. Sigma nods at his question still not looking at his direction. His cheeks are flushed red from the whole ordeal. "Yes I did enjoy it. I'm going to take a shower now." With that, Sigma gathers up his clothes and leaves his room to take a shower. The sound of running water can be heard in the other room. Nikolai chuckles at his reaction. He lays there in silence thinking about the day. It was fun having Sigma join in on your little fun. He thinks it's a good idea to have him join in from time to time. Maybe even be apart of your relationship. Nikolai needs to talk to you about that first but knew you wouldn't be against. He will discuss it with you in the morning.
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starrose17 · 3 months ago
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Sparring Match - Lucanis x Rook (male elf mage Crow)
My personal fix-it fic for the lack of first kiss between Rook and Lucanis.
This is my Rook:
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“It would be interesting to see you fight without using your magic, Rook.”
Rook glanced over at Lucanis from where they sat together at the dining room table. Lucanis was enjoying his favourite coffee roast, Rook his cioccolata calda, both in a relaxing moment of peace as they discussed the days events together.
“My magic is a part of my fighting style, just like how Spite is now a part of yours.” Rook replied with a soft smile.
“True, but you had already heard of my reputation before Spite.”
“Indeed I had, the demon of Vyrantium. But I still wish I could have seen you at your best without his help.”
“And I would like to see how capable you are only with knives, trained by Crows, and not along with your little magic ball of light.” Lucanis waggled his fingers in the air, then paused for a moment as he took a sip of his coffee, before his eyes narrowed and his lips curled with an idea, “Hmm…how about a sparring session? You, no magic, and me…I will attempt to ask Spite to stay out of it.”
“A sparring match?” an equally excited smile graced Rook’s lips, his eyes lighting up at the idea, “Sounds good. But will he listen?”
“He is Spite, more than likely if I tell him not to do something, he will do it, however…” Lucanis inclined his head to Spite, who was currently standing right beside the oblivious Rook, staring down at him with a deep, hungry expression.
“Will you behave?” Lucanis asked his demon, “Let me prove Rook wrong that I am just as good without you?”
Spite leant in close to Rook, who continued to stare back at Lucanis, unaware of the demon breathing in his ear. Spite sniffed him deeply, his nose right in his hair, then grinned.
"Confidence. Excitement!! Yes. Yeeeesss…” he hissed, before looking back at Lucanis also, “but I not promise.”
“He says he will try.” Lucanis informed Rook casually, swirling his coffee.
But then he paused again at the eager look in Rook’s eyes. They stared at each other from across the table, and in that one small moment of green eyes to dark ones, their drinks were immediately put down.
“Help me move the table.” Rook said quickly, and with considerable difficulty they managed to push the huge table back towards the fireplace to give them extra room, moving chairs to one side and creating an open space large enough to move around in.
“So, how’re we doing this?” Rook asked, shaking his hands where two daggers seemed to appear out of nowhere, grasping them firmly as he stepped to the side and stood with his feet apart, a ready stance, “No holding back, right?”
“We aim to hurt?” Lucanis asked, cautiously, just to clarify.
Rook’s lips curled again, “Well if you’re that worried I’ll hurt you you’ll just have to dodge won’t you?”
“Oh I am not worried.” Lucanis said confidently, a true smile on his lips, “Besides, your magic can heal any injuries afterwards, can it not?”
“Minor ones sure. Oh and hurt, not kill. I’m talking to you Spite.”
Spite hissed at him where still stood next to Rook, “He cannot order what to do!”
Lucanis shook his head with a wearily affectionate smile, “If you goad him Rook you know he will come out just to spite you.”
“Sorry Spite.” Rook grinned at a random space beside him, 3 feet from where Spite actually was.
Spite humfed, then turned to Lucanis, "Take Rook down! Prove best! Like him, but we best!"
Making no indication he'd heard him, Lucanis steadied his gaze upon his opponent, "So, ready?” he asked, sliding his rapier from its sheath.
Rook raised his daggers, an excitable aura just radiating off him, and smiled darkly, “Oh I’m ready.”
They then began to move slowly, circling each other like vultures, Rook’s eyes boring into Lucanis’ waiting for that one moment, that one spark, to set off their fight. They both moved with careful steps, Lucanis adjusting the hold on his rapier to match the attacks he knew Rook favoured, Rook moving one dagger higher ready for the defence. The fade around them seemed to sense the changing atmosphere, the air becoming thick with poised tension.
A wisp suddenly floated in through the main door and out again, and then they were on each other.
Blades clashed with parries and defences, Rook flying around Lucanis as blades swished in the air. Rook’s slender elven physic gave him a fast advantage, but Lucanis knew him well by now, and was excellent at blocking his moves. Various grunts and breaths soon filled the air, Rook bringing a blade up so close to Lucanis' face that Lucanis only just parried it with his own dagger in time.
Spinning around he thrust his rapier up just as Rook ducked sideways, Lucanis parrying the dagger aimed for his thigh, Rook sprinting up behind him, Lucanis flipping the dagger in his hand and stabbing it backwards, Rook dodging and coming up beside him to smash his elbow into his face.
It made contact, and Lucanis staggered backwards, hand to his nose which blood had now spurted out of.
 “Mierda! You really went for me!”
Rook spread his arms out wide beside him, dagger still in each hand, and grinned through his panting breaths, “I did tell you to dodge.”
“I see how it is.” Lucanis smirked back, twirling his own dagger in his hand and tapping his rapier against his leg before raising it again, “No holding back.”
They began to circle each other again, letting themselves regain breaths, letting their assassin minds focus on the body moving in front of them.
“It is no wonder you are hard to hit, there is nothing of you.” Lucanis commented, inclining his head towards Rook’s body.
“Advantage me, then.”
“And you know that, which makes it easy for me to anticipate that you will use the sneakiest of moves.”
Rook smiled eagerly, “And what does that mean exactly?”
Lucanis’ foot stepped on something broken which crunched beneath his foot, and in that split second Rook was on him. Lucanis saw him coming however and thrusted forward with his rapier, Rook dropping to his knees and sliding between Lucanis’ legs. But that was exactly what Lucanius had meant, and he turned in time to grab Rook by the scruff of his neck and turned again to throw him forward hard.
Rook landed with oofff bent over the table, but that didn’t stop him. Grabbing Lucanis’ half full coffee cup he threw it backward blindly. It caught Lucanis on the shoulder which threw him off balance, enough for Rook to dive towards him and slash across his chest, which Lucanis dodged just in time only catching the smallest bit of fabric.
The battle begun anew, as they fought so fast it would be almost impossible for an outsider to watch them and keep pace.
“I’ve always wanted to know,” Rook panted hard as he moved quickly to dodge Lucanis’ strike from the left, “How’d you even move around in those boots anyway?”
“They are not as cumbersome as they appear,” Lucanis panted back, jumping backwards away from Rook’s double stab forward, and countering it with his rapier nearly sending the daggers flying, but Rook followed through and spun away from Lucanis’ next attack and skidded backwards, “they are made from the finest Antivan leather after all. They are very flexible.”
Lucanis swung his rapier again and Rook bent backwards almost in half, bending at the knees and then nimbly darting out the way.
“You too are flexible!” Lucanis commented, enthusiastically impressed.
“Oh Lucanis, you have no idea how flexible I can be.” Rook said, gasping for air, twirling his daggers as he grinned right back at him, before lunging forward once more.
Outside the dining hall, having followed the energetic wisp back to the dining rooms door where it wavered eagerly, stood Neve, who had since now been joined by Emmrich and Taash. Neve had been listening at the door for a while now, and had now told the new audience that it seemed Rook and Lucanis were sparring inside.
This caused Emmrich to smile pleasantly pleased as he clapped his hands together, “Oh, it is always good to practise ones skills with an equal opponent.”
“Sure, so long as that’s all they do.” Neve said.
“I don’t follow, dear girl?” Emmrich blinked at her.
Neve gave a smirking look towards Taash, who rolled their eyes.
“Come on,” they said, grabbing onto Emmrich’s arm, “I don’t think you wanna be here when they start fucking.”
"Fu--OH! Oh you really think they’d...?"
"Anyone with eyes can see it.” said Neve, turning back at the sound of a loud crash of something breakable inside, “Well, apart from Lucanis."
"Oh dear..." Emmrich said forlornly, “yes I…even I had noticed our Rook doesn’t appear to get the affection he so evidently wants from Lucanis.”
“Maybe this’ll change things,” said Taash, “getting all hot and sweaty with someone, best way to get naked. You know, I mean if you’re not already hot and sweaty from being naked. Because you’ve been…you know…doin’ it.”
Emmrich stared at them.
Inside, the sparring was getting heated.
“You never saw me at the bar in Minrathous before this all started.” Rook panted hard, as Lucanis threw his arm out and grabbed him around the neck, Rook pulling close to distract him and twisting his arm to let go, “This isn’t the first time I’ve been in a fight without magic.”
“Why didn’t you use it before?”
“I was there to get information, didn’t want to entirely scare the bartender. Althoug-“ he was cut short as Lucanis swiped low and caught Rook’s legs, the rapier slicing through fabric and skin and sending Rook flailing out to the ground, droplets of blood hitting the floor.
Lucanis knew it was only a shallow wound though, and he raised his rapier to strike down, but Rook rolled sideward across the floor just in time, sparks flying where the sword tip hit the stone. Rook then flipped himself up and backwards, pushing hard against the wall and twirling his daggers towards Lucanis in a leap.
Lucanis stepped side-on to make himself a smaller target and ended up half catching Rook in his arms, his rapier dropping from his hand. The momentum of the leap had Rook’s face barely an inch from his own, and in that moment with a smirk on Rook’s lips, and a wide-eyed look from Lucanis at their sudden closeness, Rook head butted Lucanis on the forehead.
“Although,” Rook continued, chest heaving and standing back watching as Lucanis hit the table as he stumbled back, “I did headbutt her when she tried a sneak attack.”
Lucanis slowly raised himself up from the table, breathing just as hard, blood on his face, and smiling like he was having the best time of his life, “I believe that was you with the sneak attack.” He said, picking up his rapier.
“Not my fault you’re distracted by me.”
“Me distracted?” Lucanis exclaimed, as they began circling each other again. “Oh no my friend, I do not get…distracted.”
The dark smirk that came with that word made Rook pause in his circling for just a moment, his heart skipping a beat, and it was moment enough for Lucanis to strike.
Rapier out, he only just missed as Rook got his act together quickly and turned, sliding back-to-back past Lucanis, Lucanis spinning around and swatting at his legs again.  This time Rook was ready for him, and jumped backwards onto the table, turning his daggers in his hands to strike at Lucanis coming up for him. As he did though, Spite’s great purple wings flew outwards and Lucanis backflipped up off the table out of Rook's reach, up so high he landed on the balcony floor above them.
 “Hey that’s cheating!” Rook called out to him.
“Spite did say he didn’t promise!” Lucanis reminded him, before suddenly those wings spread wide again, and Lucanis was swooping down at Rook so fast Rook could do nothing but widen his eyes as Lucanis crashed into him.
Rook was forced backwards onto the table top, skidding several feet, plates smashing to the floor. He ended up with one arm pinned above him, the other pinned at his side, both daggers tumbling out of his hands. They stared at each other, chests heaving with exhaustion, Lucanis kneeling over him with one knee up high inbetween Rook’s open legs.
"Looks like I have you now, Rook." Lucanis stated, in a very superior tone.
But Rook just stared up at him, watching him, breaths panting, both shining with sweat.
"Do you?" Rook asked, suddenly very seriously and quietly, "Do you have me, Lucanis?"
The change of tension was palpable, and the pleased look in Lucanis' eyes melted away into something else, something...softer…and sadder. Their faces were inches from each other, Rook's arms still pinned, Lucanis' eyes seeming to gaze all over Rook's face.
"I...." Lucanis begun, his voice equally as soft and sad, before Rook suddenly hooked his knee up against Lucanis' leg and twisted.
The weak grip Lucanis had on Rook's wrists in that one soft moment now made it easy for Rook to flip their positions. Blinking rather stupidly, Lucanis now found himself on his back, with Rook straddling his waist, and the sharp sting of a dagger being pressed up against his throat.
"Because I'm pretty sure I have you." Rook said, with an insufferable smugness.
Lucanis let out a deep hum that vibrated his throat, and a proud smile grew on his lips. He slowly raised his hands up off the table in a sign of surrender.
“At least…” Rook continued, the smugness now gone out of voice, “maybe one day.”
Lucanis’ own expression fell into a stillness, and he blinked several times as he gazed up at his victor. Rook slowly removed the dagger and let it fall to the table, leaving him simply straddling Lucanis on the table.
Neither of them moved.
“Rook…” Lucanis said softly, a look in his eyes of caution and want all at the same time.
Slowly, Lucanis shuffled his arms backwards underneath him so he could lean upwards on his elbows, Rook having gone very still. But Lucanis didn’t say anything else.  They just looked at each other.  Rook then moved forward and down slightly, just cautiously, his long hair falling past his ear and shielding his face from view at one side. Lucanis didn’t move. Rook leant down further, Lucanis still just staring up at him. But then eyes were closing, and lips were touching, soft and warm, and thoughts of so this is what it would have felt like if Lucanis had plucked up the courage to go through with their near kiss those few months ago.
Rook’s fingers curled against the fabric on Lucanis’ chest where they rested. He let out a small moan, Lucanis not pulling away when Rook licked his tongue gently against Lucanis’ bottom lip, encouraged and trying to hold back the immediate carnal thoughts of just pinning Lucanis down right now. Both their hearts were still pounding from their exertions, Rook could feel Lucanis’ underneath his hand, and he was sure that it somehow beat even faster.
Lucanis wasn’t exactly kissing back…maybe a little bit, but it was enough. All these weeks, the flirts, the near kiss, Rook understood he did he really did but…
“Did that taste like honey then?” Rook asked in a whisper as he pulled back, his lips barely leaving Lucanis’ to ask the question.
Lucanis didn’t say anything for a moment, but he remained leaning up on his elbows, eyes soft as they gazed into Rook’s.
“And lavender cream.”
Rook all but beamed at him, a smile that showed white teeth and crinkled his nose. He then raised his hand and gently placed it to Lucanis’ forehead where he’d headbutt him, and his damaged nose. A warm heat began, and Lucanis closed his eyes at the feel, the wounds healing beneath hands trained to kill. As he finished, Rook gently stroked the backs of his fingers down Lucanis’ cheek, Lucanis' dark eyes not looking away once from Rook's, as that hand came to rest back on his chest again.
“I know you’re not ready Lucanis. But just so you know, I’m not going anywhere.”
Lucanis finally smiled, a soft, easy smile, “You know, you make it very hard to try to resist you.”
“Then stop trying.” Rook whispered, his voice rough, his eyes darkening quickly as Lucanis moved to lie back down so he could reach out with one hand, placing it cautiously on Rook’s thigh.
“It’s gone quiet…” Taash said, their ear to the door.
“Maybe they’ve stopped.”
“Maybe they’re doin’ it. We should ask the caretaker to make them a fucking room.”
“My! My dear them please enough with the vulgarity!”
“What? You want them doin’ it on the table where we eat??”
Lucanis’ hand felt warm and so, so tempting on Rook’s thigh. Rook closed his eyes and let out a small sigh.
“Lucanis, you say you find it hard to resist me but…you have no idea what you…Lucanis, just…tell me. What’s happening here? Are we…are we starting something? Are we going any further tonight or…?”
Lucanis’ other hand came to rest upon Rook’s other thigh too, and Rook would have been ashamed of the ease in which he felt a trembling shiver pass through him, if not for the fact he was very rapidly getting turned on and still wasn’t sure exactly what Lucanis wanted.
That was a first kiss, and Lucanis…he’d been tortured, imprisoned, had a demon possessing him, had the mess with the Illario and the Crows still to sort out, there was so much to this man but all Rook wanted to do was…
“You really want to be involved in my mess?” Lucanis asked softly, but seriously.
“I do, I really, really want to be involved in your mess.”
Lucanis let out a small chuckle at the desperate enthusiasm in Rook’s voice, and Rook grinned rather sheepishly.
A silence passed between them, and Rook could see the decisions and thoughts passing over Lucanis’ eyes. Eventually, Lucanis raised one of his hands, and cupped Rook’s jaw.
“Come here then.” he whispered deeply, relenting, and Rook all but melted on top of him.
Their lips met again, Rook’s body lying on him now, kissing him with all that desperate enthusiasm that Lucanis was now allowing him to have.
“Wait, wait,” Lucanis chuckled into their kiss again, Rook pulling back with a what now look on his face, “Slower Rook, slowly.”
Rook pulled himself together. He didn’t want to turn Lucanis off with his over enthusiasm, so this time, he closed his eyes gently as he kissed him, slowly, purposefully, the feel of Lucanis’ arms coming up around him making his heart race again. He wanted this man more than he could put into words. The taste of coffee on his lips, the muscles beneath the clothing, the sweetness of his words and his voice, oh, his accent.
Lucanis was very much kissing him back now, the feel of his tongue sliding against Rook’s, the heat radiating off him, the little moan caught in his throat when Rook nipped at his bottom lip.
“You have people. Outside door. They listen!”
“What?!”
Lucanis broke the kiss so fast to look up he banged his head against Rook’s. Spite was standing right next to them, grinning and alternating between looking at them and the door.
“What??” Spite said to the disgusted look Lucanis was giving him, “I not desire demon! I not care!! But people here! It funny!”
“Excuse me a moment.” Lucanis said, and Rook, looking at him oddly, let him stand up and watched as Lucanis walked to the door and swung both doors open wide.
The audience outside, now all the companions they had, all turned on the spot and walked away, suddenly springing into forced conversations pretending they had not all been pressing their ears against the door.
Spite stood next to him, still grinning, “See? Funny!”
“Okay,” Lucanis sighed, turning to look at him, “We need to sort out what we are doing, if Rook and I are…”
“I already say! I not care!”
“Well I do!”
“Well I can’t leave!”
“Then we need to find some kind of arrangement.”
“Why? I not care!”
Rook watched this one sided conversation with fascination, “Spite causing problems?” he asked, as he walked over to stand with Lucanis, watching the other companions disappear quickly.
Though he did notice Taash looking back over their shoulder at him, and winked.
“I hate to say this Rook, but…I think I need to figure what to do with Spite before we…become closer.” Lucanis said, choosing his words. Rook raised an eyebrow at him, but Lucanis just shrugged, “You said you wanted to be part of my mess.”
Rook’s eyebrow remained raised, before he sighed, smiling and accepting the fact this was not going to happen anytime soon.
“That I did. Okay. Just…tell me I can come and kiss you whenever I want?” he asked hopefully, his hands coming up to softly clutch at Lucanis’ biceps.
Lucanis gave him a crooked smile, “That, I can do.”
Grabbing Rook gently by his slender waist, Lucanis pulled him in close, capturing his lips in a confident kiss, that once again had Rook melting against him.
“Eheh heh.”
Lucanis opened one eye through the kiss to see Spite standing right beside them, watching. He broke the kiss to turn his head and glare at him.  Rook, who had very much been into that kiss, turned to the empty space beside him, then looked at Lucanis with an amused smile.
“Mess?”
“Mess.” Lucanis growled.
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whirlwindimagines · 2 years ago
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Hi hi! I just stumbled onto your blog and I saw the Vash writings you did and oh my god my heart 💖😭 thank you for this blog!
Totally an optional request, but could you do one where the reader is a bit reserved on her feelings with Vash, but once she hears people bashing him for being a menace or a crybaby the reader goes absolutely feral in defending him on how he’s done so much for people, and starts to realize how much they genuinely cares for him. And if Vash confronts them on it the reader gets so flustered to where they can’t even look them in the eye or just melts with how he is
Again completely optional! Just thank you for all you do and I hope you feel better! 🥹
Aww I'm glad you’ve enjoyed my fics for Vash, I'm so in love with him it's not funny ;p; I hope you enjoy it! I left it a little open-ended :) ;) So who knows what that can mean :) And thanks! I'm currently having some good soup, so hopefully, I get my voice back ;p; Also ya'll have two Vash x Readers today for Stampede Saturday <3
edit: I DID IT AGAIN FORGOT THE LAST SENTENCE, I cant even blame sick brain on that ;p;
‘Those hardest to love need it most’
Vash X Reader
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You're going to blame the alcohol, or maybe you are just an idiot? Everything about today was fine, or normal well as normal as it can be when you are traveling with Vash the Stampede. You entered a small town, hoping to stay out of trouble easier for you than for Vash.
Vash wanted to come to this town and said he knew the sheriff here. You crossed your arms as you looked at him, “And you’ll stay out of trouble while we’re here, right?” Vash rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh, “Oh come on! You know I try to! It’ll be a quick trip, honestly!” He clasps his hands together, giving you a pout with those big puppy dog eyes.
Who are you to resist? With a ‘tsk’ and an eye roll you let him drag you into town. 
It's barely been five minutes since you’ve entered the town when Vash gets roped in on helping the local sheriff, you offer to go with him but he just dismisses you and says he’ll find you later. You are about to argue when he gives you a gentle smile and a pat on the head. At that point the argument ties on your tongue, and before you can embarrass yourself you just agree and run off. 
Which leads you here sitting at the bar of the local saloon, enjoying a drink or two. You sigh, leaning your head down on the bar, being alone with your thoughts is never good. Lately your mind has been drifting off to warm and fuzzy feelings of Vash. You're scared to figure out what that all means, so you’re choosing to ignore it. 
You hear two men sit down at the bar; you glance at them before ordering another drink. You hold the drink in your hand, swirling it around as you start to zone out.
“Did you hear that Stampede guy is in town?” One of the men says it draws your attention, but you keep your face passive. “The Humanoid Typhoon? That guy is nothing but trouble.” answers the second. Your grip tightens on your drink, you hate that nickname it's so unfair when they call him that. They have no idea who the real Vash is, you know you should just let it go. Vash always wants to see the good in everyone. You, on the other hand, have a much harder time with that. 
“He's got a bounty too; 6 million double dollars. I say we go for it before he destroys the town.” You slam your drink down on the bar counter hard, startling the two men next you. With a glare you look at them, “If I were you two, I would stop talking.” 
So, you were a little protective over Vash, someone had to be. “A stranger like yourself shouldn't stick their nose in other towns' business.” You roll your eyes, “That man is a danger to us, brings nothing but unfortunate everywhere he goes.” 
Your heart aches for Vash, you stand suddenly grabbing the man closest to you by the collar of his shirt, “You have no idea what you're even talking about!” You snap, anger taking over. “Vash does everything in his power to protect people like you, scum that doesn't even deserve it. You’d be lucky to meet someone as incredible and amazing as he is.” You know that you certainly felt lucky to have met Vash.
Oh.
Oh.
You drop the man suddenly, eyes wide, taking a step back. Oh God you were an idiot, truly and deeply. Your heart rate picks up, how could you have been so blind? Clearly, the man didn't like being manhandled by you, because he lunges for you. But before he can reach you, you are suddenly pulled back, your back hitting a firm chest with a hand on your shoulder. 
“Whoa, now fellas let's take it easy!” Vash’s cheerful voice breaks the tension, you look up shocked to see Vash’s easy-going smile, but something is off about it. His jaw is set tightly and his hand trembles on his shoulder. Your face heats up, how long had he been standing there?
The man scoffs, “You should keep this one on a leash.” He points at you as you sneer at him, moving to take a step forward. You're stopped by Vash’s hand tightening on your shoulder, you glance at Vash, as he narrows his eyes. “Funny, I’ll keep that in mind.” 
You're about to snap something at Vash, but he swiftly begins manhandling you to throw you over his shoulder, you let out a shriek of protest at the movement. Gripping the back of his jacket like a lifeline, as he carries you out of the saloon
“Vash put me down!” You yell at him; your heart is beating way too fast and your face feels out. He does put you down, he does it so suddenly that you nearly lose your footing until he places his arms on your biceps to settle you. He doesn’t let go, but instead hangs his head. 
You are still angry, “You should have let me handle those guys, who do they think they are talking all that nonsense-” 
“Stop, please.” Vash interrupts you, his voice quiet and sad. “It doesn’t matter.” His voice breaks a bit, you can tell he's probably going to start crying. The anger melts away quickly after that, “Well it matters to me.” you admit softly, 
He looks up at you, tears forming in his bright blue eyes and your heart skips a beat. “Why? You don't need to defend me; I’ve heard it all before. Honestly.” He says this with a light laugh.
“Well, it doesn’t make it okay!” You snap, and he flinches back startled, dropping your arms but you don't let him get far as you grab him by his biceps taking a step closer. “You give so much to everyone you meet, your kind, you see the good in everyone even when they don't deserve and you give people hope, me included. So yeah, I'm going to defend you every time no matter what, Because I care about you!”
Vash’s eyes widen, and you feel like you’ve maybe overstepped, also did you have to throw in that part at the end? Your face heats up, and you’re looking everywhere but at Vash’s face. Dropping his arms, you turn around, “Okay, I'm going to bury myself in a hole bye Vash.” You turn around quickly, ready to run off but before you can Vash grabs you from behind slamming your back into his chest and hugging you around the shoulders. 
He rests his face in the crook of your neck, “I don't deserve you.” Vash mutters into your neck, you blush brightly, and you sigh smiling softly, “You do you really do Vash.”  You’re not sure on how long Vash holds you, but you’re not complaining. You’re a little embarrassed to have been so open with your feelings, Vash can be a little dense so you doubt he’ll look deeper into your words. 
Which is fine, just being like this together is enough. Your whole-body freezes, when you feel Vash place a gentle kiss on top of your head, “I care about you too.” You were going to die, your pretty sure you blacked out or at least your legs gave out. “Whoa!” you hear Vash cry out moving his arms to keep you steady and, on your feet, “Are you okay?” 
No, you really weren't, you let out a yelp as Vash spins you so you’re facing him. He leaned in close, too close! You shoved him back, leaving your hands on his chest and bowing your head. “Just… hold on.” You focus on composing yourself, you look up as you feel Vash place his hands over yours and he’s looking at you with such a sincere smile it makes you want to cry. 
“It's okay I get it, you’re okay…” a pause, he looks unsure, “We’re okay.” Your eyes widen, and then soften he's giving you an out. You relax, you need to work through these feelings first by yourself and then you two could figure out where to go from there. 
You smile softly at him, “Yeah, we’re okay.”
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meowcatsposts · 2 years ago
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Warm [Werewolf bf]
⚠︎ warning ⚠︎ : a little angsty at the beginning, yandere behavior from Argos
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idk if this fic makes a lot of sense - if it doesn't, I'm sorry (I needed an outlet for my emotions, esp with this one)
if you're interested, here's the previous part!
Overview: Argos begins to give you more freedom, but it might've not been the best idea. (He also treats you to a warm bath btw)
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It’d been a shitty week. Everything had been bubbling and churning and crashing inside you, like litter in the ocean. Litter choked and killed the poor sea life; people choked and killed your emotions. You tried your hardest to hide it from your keen boyfriend and it seemed to work, because he didn’t say anything. 
As twisted as it sounded, Argos stayed silent because he wanted you to be happy. He’d been giving you much more freedom lately–on the sole promise of secrecy–and you (and he) thought you’d absolutely enjoy it. Interacting with people other than him was refreshing–thrilling, even…at first. Your family and friends and acquaintances were oh so glad you were back, and it brought a huge smile on your face. They missed you! 
Argos followed you, however, anywhere you went. Sometimes he was a human, wearing a hoodie with sweatpants. Most times he was a wolf, slinking into alleys and shadows. He was happy to see you happy–he cherished your smile…loved your laugh, after all–but he just couldn’t shake off the fact that they never asked you what happened or where you went. Ever. If they cared for you, he thought, wouldn’t they wonder?
Currently, you were at a lovely gathering and in the midst of venting to a trusted confidant. Curses wouldn’t stop spilling from your mouth and you half thought no one deserved to hear the profanities spewing through your lips, but they nodded along, sitting on a chair and sipping on a drink. You were getting to a peak in your story, then–
“This is really good!” they exclaimed, gazing into their cup. “What did they put in this?”
Oh.
The response was so out of pocket and so completely unrelated to what you were venting about, it sucked all the words right from your mouth. Your mind went blank. 
“I-” you started. 
“You know,” they continued to babble…and the rest faded away.
Quite frankly, you were beyond offended. Despite seeing all red you politely excused yourself and calmly walked away, drink quivering in your hand. You thought you’d nearly break that pretty little glass cup. Stay calm, you urged yourself. Stay calm. The last thing you–or anyone else, for the matter–wanted was another tiring confrontation at a lovely reunion, right?
Argos saw how your lower lip quivered. He saw how your eyes glistened. He saw how hard you gripped your drink. He saw everything, and it took all of his willpower not to rip the door off its hinges with his claws and steal you away. Sharp ears pressed against his head, his black fur melted with the shadows’ dark embrace. He’d get you out. Somehow. 
“Oh? Who’s this?”
Hearing some excited whispers, you glanced over to see what was happening. It’s probably some long-lost person coming to visit, you told yourself, standing uncomfortably in the corner of the room, swirling your empty glass. Nothing interesting, most likely.
Wrong. 
Among the sea of voices you heard his, gravelly and deep. It cut through the air like a sharp knife, and it sent shivers up and down your spine. 
It was Argos, in the flesh. 
What in the world was he doing here? His copper eyes locked with yours and you quickly looked away, fighting the crooked smile that was creeping up your lips–he never failed to find you, did he? When you looked up again he was standing in front of you, large frame engulfing your vision. You nearly let out a yelp but he put a finger up to his lips, silently shushing you. (That simple shirt–the way it stretched tautly over his shoulders and chest, hugging his pale arms tight–looked delicious on him, you thought. As always.)
“What are you–” you started, in a hushed sort of way.
He cut you off by holding onto your hand rather firmly, but not enough to dig into your skin.
“Taking you home,” he replied, rather harshly. 
His voice was low as if he was purposely killing it; it came out in an almost baritone growl. His copper eyes were glued to the door–your ticket out. As you stared at him bewildered, he tilted his head toward the exit as if saying, ‘Let’s go home,’ and all you could do was oblige, half-stunned and half-grateful for his sudden act.
He whispered a soft, “Come,” as he squeezed your hand and tugged you along with him.
Inevitably, people tried to pry and ask questions, but he evaded each query with a charming, rugged smile and swiftly went along his way, you in tow. It seemed to work, because they stood there, too stunned to speak. 
When the two of you were out of prying eyes and ears, Argos shifted. (He had you hold his clothes, though, before he did; he shredded too many already.) He was so big–bigger than a pack mule–yet silent and invisible. (No wonder he’s able to stalk you.) Fur as black as obsidian ran in silky waves along his robust body, thick coat melding perfectly with the night. Paws as big as a dog’s head touched the ground as he gazed at you expectantly.
“You want me to ride on your back?” you asked, quite unsure. 
A muffled hum rumbled in his throat, telling you, “Yes.”
“...Ok.”
The ride home was pleasant. You mindlessly played with Argos’s thick black fur, running your fingers along it, pinching it gently. It was relaxing, hearing the soft crunch of leaves beneath you, burying your face in his warm back. He didn’t mind it when you played with his ears, either, or when you ran your hands along the sides of his fuzzy neck. He was just happy you seemed calmer. Less sad. 
After shifting back, Argos decided to treat you to a small bath. Might as well, he figured, because his clothes were off and you didn’t seem to mind the nudity anymore. The bath wasn’t anything fancy–no petals, no bubbles, no oils–but it was warm, and he was there to take care of you. His deft fingers massaged shampoo into your scalp, and you sighed in relief.
“Are you ok?” he’d ask softly once in a while, washing you off. You just hummed in response, eyes closed and enjoying the sound of water bouncing off the walls. 
He got into the tub after washing up himself, warm water sloshing around as you felt his skin against yours. You leaned into his touch. He pressed gentle kisses on your nape, then along the curve of your neck and shoulder, bringing you closer with his arms.
After a few moments of comfortable silence he mumbled against your shoulder, “What I did was a mistake…” frustration tinging his voice. “I shouldn’t have let you go.”
You knew damn well the reason why, but nonetheless asked softly, “...Why?”
He didn’t say anything, just buried his face in your shoulder further, arms wrapping around your waist tighter. 
They’d pay, he thought to himself.
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babysizedfics · 3 days ago
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do they ever have times when they just can't stop crying?
consider: forehead kissies. youre welcome -🪶
2 different asks turned into a vent fic, oh my ! wrote this in 1.5 hours and posted immediately
cg scar comforting grian thru some frustration, ends in cathartic tears and tickles and cuddling, as all my hurt/comfort fics do
not very well edited but c'est la vie, bon appetit
TW: mild self-hate
word count: 2.7k
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The living room was filled with quiet noise; an old sitcom re-run, Jellie's purring, and Grian's finger constantly rubbing on the couch cushion. Then another soft, low sound emerged.
'Button?'
It was Scar's caregiving voice.
An intense shiver immediately washed over Grian's torso—an unwanted bodily reaction to being treated little.
'Will you please talk to me?' Scar pleaded quietly.
Grian cowered further into the blanket he and Scar were currently sharing from their opposite ends of the couch, absolutely not wanting to talk. Thankfully, his head ducked behind his raised knees so that Scar couldn't see his face and how the soft voice had caused a light blush.
It had been an overall disappointing day; it was drizzling outside meaning they had cancelled their resource gathering plans, though not raining enough to be exciting. Grian had had a faint, buzzing headache all day for no apparent reason (he steadfastly ignored his untouched water bottle). And despite everything being right for it—being with Scar, having the toys and playmat out on the floor, feeling emotional—it appeared his littlespace was not swooping in to save the day anytime soon.
Which should not have been a big deal. It happened. Not too often mind you, but it happened. Grian hardly ever noticed it when his littlespace took a little longer than usual to come over him, but this was the first time it was evading him because of a bad mood. And while he missed it—missed the way it made everything seem out of focus and made it so much easier to enjoy himself—at some point that loss and frustration of not havin ghis coping mechanism had shifted to him actively avoiding the headspace.
Because he knew he was in a foul mood, and he knew Scar was desperate to get him out of it. And, honestly, he worried whether being little would make it worse.
Grian was sure he had ruined Scar's idea of a fun weekend together simply by seeming emotionless and snappy and uninterested in anything Scar suggested since they had shared breakfast this morning. He was being a grump and a burden and a bore and he hated himself for it. (He hated himself even more for the fact that he recognised it and was still unable to change his reactions.)
But he feared how much worse it would be if Scar did manage to get Grian to regress and instead of the sweet toddler Scar always gushed about him being, he became a depressing, inconsolable mess or even threw a real tantrum. His littlespace often shocked him with how it made him act, so Grian couldn't put it past himself. The chagrin from the mere idea of it had him swearing off regression for the rest of the day.
On top of all that, he had no reason to be in a bad mood except he had woken up sour and everything that went wrong since then had soured him more and more. Plus since noticing it, Scar had persistently tried to find out what exactly had upset Grian. At this point, it felt ridiculous to admit that it truly had come from nothing and that Grian was making such a big deal of it. So he was stubborn and refused to admit it.
With all of this swirling around the drowning whirlpool of his mind, Grian stayed resolute that the only solution to today was to get it over with quickly so he could start afresh. Not being little, not talking about it, and not being any more of a burden on Scar than he was already.
So when Scar's gentle voice had interrupted the quiet hum of the afternoon's lethargy, all it read as to Grian was a threat to his carefully thought out plan.
It made him inappropriately annoyed with Scar. He grit his teeth through the emotion, well-practiced from the day.
'I don't know what to do to help you,' Scar lamented, scooching upright on the couch and peeking at Grian over his knees. Grian quickly looked away from his pained expression, pretending to watch the TV.
A drawn out silence surfed on Scar's half-contained sigh. 'If it's something I did wrong, I need—'
'It's not,' Grian hurriedly assured. The words had left his mouth quicker than he could think, and his heart sunk with the realisation he had just made this a conversation.
'Okay, good,' Scar replied, as fast as a starved animal lurching for food. 'That's good, G. I'm glad.'
The discomfort in Grian's brain and heart almost hurt, making him twitchy as it felt he was burning from the inside out. Grian shoved the blanket off his lap and rolled onto his side on the couch. Getting a little comfier, while also providing a more avoidant stance. At least he wouldn't see Scar's disappointment in him, even if he was forced to hear it.
He couldn't bring himself to lift his feet from Scar's side though. Even as a small whisper of an apology, he let his sock touch on his friend's pants (and breathed a tiny sigh of relief when Scar's hand dropped on it and squeezed his ankle).
'Will you tell me what's wrong?'
Grian shook his head sharply. His eyes focused on the flower pot atop the TV, just to have something simple to glare at while his emotions raged in his head.
'Will you look at me?' Scar asked even softer. Dangerously close to treating Grian like a delicate doll.
It further fueled the fire in his chest and Grian bit the side of his tongue to contain that unfair fury. He simply shook his head again, not daring to let the anger show. Scar didn't deserve to hear it simply for caring about Grian. So why did it make it so much harder to contain?
A pair of fingers lightly massaging the sole of his foot extinguished the worst of the flames. While his emotions no longer sparked at the edges of his containment, they were still a hot, smouldering mess that hadn't been resolved by a simple stroke.
'What will you give me?' Scar asked, just as gentle as he had been all day. Grian didn't deserve it. 'Because I'm kinda out of ideas of what to ask, but I know you're not okay. I just wanna help.'
But Scar did deserve something...
Biting his lip, Grian hesitatingly held his hands up in the air between his and Scar's positions. Stuttering with an unsure start, he began to fingerspell:
S-O-R-R-Y
Scar tutted sympathetically. 'Aww, sweetheart.'
Grian internally cringed and his hands shook with the desperate speed with which he responded: N-O-T L-I-T-T-L-E
'I know that.' Scar's voice had not budged an inch, and it made Grian falter. Was he really not going to stop being so soft? The stroking on his foot continued. 'You don’t need to be sorry.’
With a frown, Grian responded: G-R-U-M-P-Y
Scar actually chuckled weakly. ‘Yeah, I noticed.’ (Grian’s lips twitched into a reluctant smile.) ‘But it’s not at me? Or, like, at something I did?’ he asked a little shakily.
Grian shook his head strongly. And let it loll over his shoulder so he was facing Scar now. He still was unable to meet his eyes though, locking his gaze onto Jellie who purred behind Scar’s head on the back of the couch. Her eyes were shut and her body rose and fell slowly with deep breathing. Grian found his chest loosen up as he watched her sleep.
‘Okay, whew. Really thought I’d messed something up big!’
Grian winced at that. Had he been so selfish as to let Scar go through the day worrying that he was at fault for Grian’s foul mood? He spelled again: S-O-R-R-Y
‘Ah, ah! None of that mister,’ Scar warned in a light-hearted tone, pointing a finger at him. ‘That word is officially banned for the rest of this talk. Or I’ll chop off those fingers.’ The pointing finger landed on Grian’s side and scribbled playfully where his jumper had evidently ridden up to leave a bare strip of skin.
A strangled squeak left his throat and he grasped at his jumper to push it down over his waist. His teeth were bared in a wide smile that didn’t reflect how he felt internally—so he buried it in his turtle neck, shuffling the neckline up onto his nose.
‘Too late, I saw you smile!’ Scar proclaimed triumphantly. Grian finally met his eyes with a glare over his new fluffy mask. A softer smile settled on Scar’s lips. ‘Aww, are you tryna be like your big brother?’ he teased, referencing Etho. ‘That’s so adorable.’
Something was strange about that, about those words. About how it made his insides twist…
Grian knew it wasn’t mockery, that’s not what made his stomach drop. Scar was often teasy and tickly with him, that’s not what clogged Grian’s throat with a lump. And nothing to do with Etho was upsetting or conflicting, that’s not what sent sudden tears to Grian’s eyes.
The reaction was clearly like every other emotion today; unexplained, unwanted, and uncontrollable.
Grian’s head spun with the shock and intensity of it, feeling dizzy with just the effort to hold the tears in.
‘Oh, button!’ Scar was tugging him up from the couch in a flash, running a soothing hand through Grian’s hair. It was unasked for… but not unbearable. ‘What happened? What did I say?’
Grian was fast losing the battle to keep his emotions contained and he tore the turtle neck down from his face to breathe better. He shook his head.
‘N-nothing,’ he forced out, voice mangled and thick.
It broke the dam. A short sob quickly wormed its way into his breathing and all at once, the fire that had raged inside him all day was a tsunami, unleashing its force in a disorientating, heavy swell of emotions.
Grian’s tears and sobs and hiccups had come on as suddenly as they soon left; Scar had barely had the chance to guide Grian’s head to his shoulder and wrap an arm around him before the crying subsided. Though not for a lack of leftover emotions.
Overwhelming frustration crushed Grian and he growled, pushing himself out of Scar’s hold and against the back of the couch.
‘I don’t know why I’m grumpy today,’ he finally lamented, scrunching his fists in the crocheted blanket that had been forgotten about and crumpled between them both.
‘Okay,’ Scar said dumbly, clearly blindsided by the sudden change. Just as Grian was.
‘And I’m not little.’
‘G, you don’t have to-’
‘But I want to,’ Grian insisted, sending a surely desperate gaze to his caregiver. ‘I just don’t want to be a grumpy toddler instead of a grumpy grownup who can hide it. So…’
That seemed to make something click for Scar. His eyes got suddenly brighter and his lips fell open in an expression of recognition.
Now why that brought more faint tears to Grian’s eyes, he couldn’t explain. So he let his mouth shut and let his body collapse into Scar, leaning his forehead on the other’s perpetually-available shoulder.
Scar’s body answered before his voice did. A pair of long, strong arms wrapped Grian in a loop of safety and comfort. Grian wished the tears would stop burning his eyes and fall already, but simply gave in to them seemingly gluing themselves to his eyelashes. At least it was something to quell the whirlpool in his head and tsunami in his heart. He sighed.
‘Thank you for helping me understand,’ Scar murmured, running his fingers idly up and down the rows of knit on Grian’s jumper sleeves. Still holding him. Still supporting him, as always. ‘That sounds like it’s been really frustrating.’
Grain nodded emphatically against Scar’s shoulder, feeling the sting of his tears turn up a notch. He wiggled himself closer to Scar so they were hip to hip and the hug was at a far less awkward angle. A sniffle infiltrated his breathing.
Scar simply hugged him tighter. ‘But I need you to know, no amount of grumpiness will ever make me not want to take care of you when you’re little. We’ll just work through that together if it ever happens, okay?’
While Grian could think of a handful of arguments, he let it lie for now and snuggled his face against Scar. A reluctant tear formed at the corner of his eye and silently soaked into Scar’s sweatshirt.
‘And it’s okay to be a sourpuss for no reason, that happens to everyone,’ Scar laughed lightly. ‘You’re not as scary as you think you are. No amount of grumpy grownup Grian will stop me from taking care of you, either.’
Another round of tears came over Grian at this reassurance, much softer than the last explosive round. But just as the last, Scar eased him through it; shushing him gently, whispering about how much he loved and cared for Grian, and stroking his hair through the whole thing. And letting the shoulder get uncomfortably damp in the process.
Then, when Grian’s breathing was smoother and not marred by snot or hiccups, Scar pushed his messy fringe back and planted a firm kiss on his forehead. (Which triggered another swell of icy-chills in Grian’s chest, the ones that meant he felt babied.)
The action felt so protective and affectionate, it threatened another rise of tears. But it was interrupted:
A soft, fluffy something curled around Grian’s neck towards the underside of his chin and he spluttered through a quiet huff of laughter.
‘Aww, looks like the other sourpuss wants in on the hug!’
‘Jellie’s not grumpy!’ Grian argued through another giggle, this time because of Scar’s playful tone. He looked up at Jellie and hummed happily when she headbutted him. ‘Nice kitty,’ he praised, then froze. It suddenly became apparent to him that he might have been feeling a bit little… He didn’t care to fight it. Just buried a hand in Jellie’s thick, warm fur.
‘Oh, but you haven't seen her at her worst,’ Scar assured with raised eyebrows and an exaggerated blow of air. ‘She can be a little devil when it’s just me. Always saves her best behaviour for you.’
‘Tha’s ‘cause I’m her favourite,’ Grian claimed a little shyly, feeling a cheeky smile tug at his lips. He brought his sleeve-covered hand to his mouth and poked the very tip of his pinky onto his bottom lip. He looked up at his caregiver expectantly, hoping Scar would catch on and push his littlespace further.
‘I think you’re right,’ Scar conceded, a big smile stretching his cheeks. ‘Is my cute little button feeling little?’ he asked knowingly, drawing the voice out in a teasing manner.
Grian’s cheeks were licked by flames—this time a comfortable sort. Not the kind he had been dealing with all day, but familiar, comfortable, warming ones. The blushy ones that so often accompanied his littlespace. The ones that Scar loved to fan with tickles and teases and games.
‘Nooo,’ Grian whined, squinting his eyes shut happily and hiding a grin behind his sweater paw. His pinky slipped between his lips and when he finally let himself suckle on it, he felt a release of pressure in his chest—the pressure those smouldering coals had built up throughout the day. This was better, this was softer. This made sense.
‘Aww, is my little grumpy-pants smiling?’ Scar chuckled in delight, finally wrapping one arm around Grian’s back and one under his thighs to lift him up onto his lap. That made that familiar icy-chill bloom across Grian’s chest. ‘Does being babied make you a happy little one?’
...
The rest of Grian’s evening was thankfully spent being teased and babied and rocked and smothered in love by Scar. Not to mention, full of many forehead kisses which Grian quickly decided were his new favourite thing about Scar’s caregiving.
His mood was still out of sorts—the tears kept coming and going, like the swell of the tide. And Scar kept guiding Grian through it, as reliable as the Northern star. But despite still not feeling completely settled emotionally, everything that had felt so heavy and scolding for Grian earlier was simply light and mild for the remainder of the day. It was manageable, comfortable.
With the exception, of course, of those teasy-flames and icy-chills that Grian very readily welcomed.
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fanaticsnail · 1 year ago
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hihi it's me, your #1 fan
it's currently 6am and i cant sleep and i just read your law fic. exquisite btw.
not to be all sappy but you *are* the reason i started writing again after not writing anything for years since i was like 13 and on wattpad😭.
anywhoosies, since you're such a fantastic writer and i cannot bring forth this idea on my own, HEAR ME OUT.
take the concept of when harry met sally and make it ✨eustass "captain" kidd✨
like enemies to lovers with a little forced proximity at the beginning, maybe hitching a ride on their ship before getting separated. meeting up at random islands, developing an alliance. so on and so forth.
i needed to get this idea out of my head before i try to sleep again
<3
Oh, my beautiful @bonedaddi3. I remember you from way back when I first started out on this site! You, my dear, are an icon. I so appreciated your prompts (and requests!!) and your encouragement.
My heart swells at the thought of you writing, how beautiful. Please tag me in everything you produce, I wouldn't want to miss a single moment of it!
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Because, my word, does that have something to say! Lovely thoughts. Beautiful prompt.
For song recs and vibes for this little piece:
Liar - Camilla Cabello
"but what if you kiss me? And what if I like it?"
Honey (are you coming) - Måneskin
"it's 5am, we feel so good it's almost frightening" "it's not a one-night-stand if it turns into two"
For lyricless looping: Sunset - Kai Engel
Thank you for your wonderful words about my Law piece. It was very sudden and very unhinged.
Happy writing, love! Hopefully the mood-board spurs your swirling thoughts into something truly magical for you 🖤. Thank you for your ask!!
Also, I get you on the "13 on whatpad" 💀. It's been a hot minute since the 'scene-kid' era for me.
Also: good morning, good evening and goodnight. It's near midnight where I'm at in the world 🖤🖤
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bellysoupset · 2 years ago
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Can i ask for a sick lucas and sick jonah where the boys have to take care of them at the same time but jonah finds a way to injure himself i guess . I know it all over the place but pls do it if possible thank you and absolutely love your work .ps:bonus points for lots of puke
delicious delicious prompt. rubbing my greasy hands all over this.
I call this fic: How Self Indulgent Can I Be?
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Jonah was not feeling well. Somehow, for some reason, he had been roped into helping with a beneficent dinner. Why he was put on kitchen duty, he had no idea. Vince would've been a better pick, Leo would've been better, hell, bloody Atwo-
"Hi man" Luke interrupted his thoughts and Jonah grumbled. Well, there he was. Speaking of the devil.
Jonah lifted his head from the egg salad he was making and glared at Lucas, only to immediately frown. Whatever malaise Jonah was feeling - his head was swimming, his stomach churning and the onion smell was not helping, his eyes watering like crazy - was reflected on Luke's face.
For once he seemed to be completely drained.
"Are you alright?" he asked, because Jonah Banks was not an asshole, it didn't matter what Lucas said.
Luke winced, "yeah, lunch just isn't sitting right."
Jonah wrinkled his nose "and you think it's wise to come help with the food with a stomach flu?"
"It's not the flu" Luke groaned and rubbed his stomach, "I ate too much, too fast. Forgot I had to be here, so..."
"Smart" Jonah scoffed, but he couldn't blame Luke. He felt pretty much the same. His lunch was swirling around his belly.
"You're the one-" Luke interrupted himself with a burp that he didn't care to muffle or excuse himself for, "to speak. You're looking pasty."
"Thanks, go fuck yourself," Jonah grumbled and moved away from him, putting as much distance as the crowded kitchen allowed.
There had been a growing tension between the two of them ever since Jonah had quit the team. In one hand he understood he had let people down quitting mid season like that, and he knew Lucas in special was unhealthily attached to team, but in the other hand... It was his health he should be prioritizing and his career. End of story.
Lucas was just being an asshole late-
Jonah's hand dizzily missed the onion he was supposed to be chopping and suddenly blind pain went up his arm, causing him to shout and scramble back.
He left a trail of red as he moved and suddenly there were people on him, the other kitchen staff, promptly wrapping his hand in a dishcloth and shoving him away from the food and the utensils, seeing as he was currently a health hazard.
Jonah fought the wave of dizziness. He was normally pretty good dealing with blood - he was a doctor after all - but he had already been feeling queasy and seeing all that red was just making it worse.
There was a hand grabbing his bicep and then tugging him out of the kitchen, through the main dining hall. Jonah wasn't sure where Lucas was manhandling him to, but he was just following, his mouth suddenly feeling bitter and wet.
"Jon...?" Leo looked up from where he had been helping with the decoration, "Jonah? Luke, what the fuck- Oh shit, is that blood?!"
Leo's increasingly distressed voice as he rushed to them caught the attention of Vince, who rushed to them in time to catch Jonah stumbling forward.
"Heeey," Vince's voice dragged out, humorously, and not for the first time Jonah thought he should've been the doctor out of the two of them, "you're alright, it's just a little blood-"
"I feel sick," Jonah groaned, while Leo managed to successfully remove Lucas' death grip from his boyfriend's arm and replace it with a gentle hand, "-Like-" Jonah burped and he felt too woozy to bother covering his mouth, "actually sick."
"Fuck," Leo mumbled, "Jon, is this vertigo acting up or-"
"No, I'm just... Get me out of here?"
"Hang on," Vince wrapped an arm around his back, resting a hand on his hip and hooking the fingers on his belt loops. And then he basically carried Jonah out of the building.
Once they all spilled outside, Jonah breathed in deeply through his nose, leaning his head back. It hit Vince's shoulder and he knew he should be embarrassed by how clingy he was being, how uncharacteristic of him, but he felt sick enough he didn't care.
"Cut my hand," he offered up as an explanation, meeting Leo's frantic stare.
"I can see that, babe," Leo smiled, moving closer, "can I peel back the dishcloth? We need to know if you need stitches."
"I- Yeah-" Jonah closed his eyes, turning his face away. He winced as the cloth was slowly unwrapped, tugging at the dried part, "Leo, be careful, I need that hand to do surgery-"
"Hey, Luke, you're looking a little pasty over there," Vince commented, voice loud since Jonah was currently lying on his side. Jonah dared to open his eyes to check.
Atwood was, indeed, looking beyond a little pasty. He was hanging awkwardly behind Leo and there was a smear of blood on his wrist, probably from the kitchen panic when Jon had been too out of it to realize who or what he was grabbing.
"I'm good," Lucas mumbled, stumbling back and sitting down on the garden curb. Jonah shook his head.
"He's sick," he said, before once again focusing on Leo, "so? What's the verdict, doctor?"
Leo opened a smile at the teasing, covering his hand once more, "I don't think it's that deep, but let's just stop by the ER in case, okay? Wendy's there today?" he glanced up, to Vince, who was now entirely focused on Lucas and his worsening condition.
"Yeah, she is..." He frowned, "Luke, we're going to the ER, do you want to tag along...?"
"We?" Jonah repeated, scoffing, "my hand injury is not a class field trip, Leo can walk me there. It's literally a block away."
Leo nodded, looking more amused than worried now, only for a retch to interrupt them all.
Lucas was still sitting on the garden curb, but he had spread his legs apart and his head was hanging limply. His back arched with a heave and then a puddle of horrible white appeared between his boots.
"Shit," Vince groaned, while Jonah promptly reached with his hands to cover his ears and then cursed loudly, since he had forgotten there was a slice across his palm.
"You're okay, I got you-" Leo moved forward to cover his ears, "close your eyes-"
But Leo wasn't actually muffling all that much sound, he was too gentle, and Jonah's stomach was already unsettled to begin with, even worse now that he was back feeling all unsteady on his feet since Vince had scrambled to dot on Lucas like the conjoined twins that they were.
"Leo, fuck-" Jonah squeezed his eyes shut tightly, as if he could block the sound too. No such luck, he could still hear perfectly as Lucas upchucked that gross thing that he could only describe as curdled yoghurt. He gagged at the thought and Leo cursed loud enough to drown out the sound.
"Jon, breathe, just- Just don't listen to Luke, listen to me-"
His stomach, hurting since lunch to begin with, revolted easily and Jonah haphazardly shoved his boyfriend back, but he did it with his dominant and wounded hand and the pain finally sealed the deal.
Vomit exploded out of his mouth, covering the tarmac between them and spraying on the front of Leo's t-shirt, much to Jonah's absolute dismay and disgust.
"Oh fuck, i'm so-" he cut himself with yet another gag, bending in half and puking again, noticing blood had started to run down his arm once more. The sensation was nauseating and unnerving.
"You're okay, you're alright-" Leo said, sounding a little queasy himself and steadying him by the shoulder, "breathe, babe- VIN? A little hand?"
"Sorry, I- Switch with me," Vince said, sounding just as frantic as Leo himself. Jonah dared to open his eyes and immediately regretted it. Lucas was still sitting down on the curb, arms crossed over his knees and forehead resting on them, a mop of chocolate hair shielding his face. The white disgusting vomit, in the other hand, was starkly visible and had stopped just pooling at his foot, but started to run down the curb towards the drain.
Jonah gagged again, bringing up another mouthful of puke, just as Leo let go of his shoulder and Vince took his place.
"Okay, we need to get you away from Luke-" Vince said, sounding more sure footed than Leo, whom Jonah could hear sweet talking Lucas on the background, "just-" Vince, with all the grace of a giant, quickly grabbed Jonah's shoulders and turned him around, facing the opposite side of the building.
"There, stop looking at that mess."
"I puked on Leo."
"Leo's fine," Vince rolled his eyes, glancing past Jonah's shoulder, "right, kid?"
"I AM OLDER THAN YOU!"
"See? He's fine," Vin smiled, "take a deep breath, you're alright."
"I'm... My stomach hurts, my hand hurts, my head-"
"I think you two idiots caught that flu that's going around," Vince sighed, pressing a cool hand on Jonah's forehead, "and you chopped your hand open."
"It's not chopped," Jonah groaned, leaning forward and bracing against the nausea that kept washing over him, rolling in his belly like waves, "I feel fucking awful."
"Figures," Vin thumped his back in a reassuring manner, fingers squeezing his nape, "okay get it all up now, not on my boots-"
Behind them Lucas retched once more, loudly, and Jonah groaned, shaking back and forth.
"Please get him to shut the fuck up," he groaned, squeezing his good hand against his stomach and bringing up another burp, "just get him to stop."
"It's not his fault," Vince glared at him sternly, "Leo, I'm gonna take Jonah to the hospital get his hand fixed, are you good with Luke?"
"I think so?!" Leo sounded so panicked and unsure that Jonah couldn't help but smile even through the queasiness that was threatening to send him puking again, "he's not really saying anything."
"Just keep him company, I'll get Jonah settled and I'll be back in a sec."
"You really should've been a doctor," Jonah mumbled, as Vince once again pulled him into that supportive hold and started to guide him towards the hospital building.
"Yeah, you and my mom both think that," Vince grinned, "but trust me, I'm not built for that."
"Uhm," Jonah paused the walk, straightening up and rubbing his stomach. It was pulsing with the waves of nausea. He hadn't eaten much for lunch but he was regretting anything he had ever eaten, plus the red he could clearly see staining his shirt was not helping, "Leo-"
"Is fine. It was nothing, he'll live," Vince pulled back, squinting to the building they could just see ahead of them, "c'mon, Jon, we're almost there."
They made it to the hospital without further accident and the minute they were inside, Jonah relaxed. He spent so long inside the these walls, they felt more like home than anything else.
"Heard Dr. Banks was downstairs crying over a booboo," Wendy's voice pulled him out of the contact high and Jonah rolled his eyes.
"I opened my hand and I think you gave me your stupid bug," he glared at her, causing Wendy's lips to tug up with a mischievous smile.
"Yeah, I'm sure I infected you, but not my literal boyfriend," she rolled her eyes, then blushed as Vince planted a kiss on her temple, not even bothering to interrupt their banter.
"Vince isn't human," Jonah shrugged, causing the other man to scoff.
"Thanks a lot, Jon," he wrinkled his nose, "I have to go get Lucas, he was also throwing up everywhere."
"And Leo."
"And Leo."
"Leo's also sick?" Wendy raised her eyebrows and Vince shook his head.
"No, he's fine-"
"For now, I did puke all over him," Jonah pointed out, leaning forward and swallowing the urge to be sick all over again as he was reminded he had just vomited all over his boyfriend's shirt.
"Just his shirt."
"He doesn't have an immune system."
"Yeah, well..." for a second the mask slipped and Vince looked just plain tired, but then his smile was back on, "he'll live. Let me go collect the kids."
"Father of the year award," Wendy mocked, tiptoeing to give him a peck, before Vince rushed out of the ER. Jonah raised a judgmental eyebrow and caused her face to turn tomato red.
"You two are disgusting."
"You're the one to say, vomity-boy," Wendy rolled her eyes, "okay, has anyone stitched up your hand yet?"
"No, but they cleaned it and bandaged it" Jonah grimaced as his stomach gurgled unhappily, "get me the bowl, Wen."
She obeyed without a sassy comment, handing it to him and gesturing for a nurse to step forward and hold it, all the while she started stitching up his hand. The area had long gone numb and stopped bleeding at least.
Jonah hung awkwardly over the bowl, taking deep steady breaths as he struggled to keep his stomach in check. He was starting to feel a horrible headache coming on, which he knew was the initial signs of dehydration.
"Can I-" he interrupted himself with a belch and spat in the bowl, ears burning with embarrassment, "can you hook me on a line?"
"Yeah, of course," Wendy's voice had dropped from her usual snarky tone, back to the concerned softness she used with her patients, "you're feeling that bad?"
"I'm dehydrating," Jonah groaned, leaning back on the chair and Wendy gently tapped his knuckles as she finished the last stitch.
"All done, I'm gonna get you an IV, alright? Hang in there."
"Thanks, Wen."
He let his eyes slip closed and it seemed like just a second had passed, but he knew for a fact had to be more, because next he opened them Wendy's face was next to his as she injected something in his IV, the needle already in his arm even though he had no recollection of her inserting it.
"Hey," she smiled, "I'm giving you an antiemetic, is gonna make you sleepy."
"No, don't-"
"You're okay, Leo's just down the hall. He'll be here with you in a second."
"Leo...?" Jonah blinked, trying to situate himself, "what's he doing here?"
"Taking care of you, duh," Wendy rolled her eyes, "he's coming here in a moment, they're just getting Lucas settled."
"They- Lucas is here?" Jonah raised his eyebrows, so surprised it snapped him out of the sleepy feeling, "he doesn't do hospitals."
"Yeah, so I learned," She scoffed, "Vince dragged him here, he's dehydrated. I think he was puking since morning."
"No he wasn't-" Jonah trailed off. The stupid idiot, "tell him I hope he dies."
"I'll let him know you wish him a speedy recovery," Wendy smirked, then looked to his left and pulled back, "I'll go check on him. Leo's here, get some sleep."
Jonah turned his head towards where she was looking and sure enough Leo was there. Looking like he had just wrestled with a bear and wearing what seemed to be Vince's shirt, but there nonetheless.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" he smiled brightly, occupying his rightful place right next to Jonah's comfy half lying back chair. Jon scoffed.
"Like hot garbage... You really shouldn't be here, you're going to catch this."
"I think we're way past that point, babe," Leo grinned, then reached in to stroke his face, "you missed out, Luke puked everywhere, all over Vince."
Jonah let out a chuckle, raising his eyebrows, "and I'd want to see that because?" he laughed, closing his eyes and letting his head lol, forehead hitting Leo's shoulder.
His boyfriend's shoulder hitched with a chuckle, "it was like The Exorcist."
"You're gonna make me sick, shut up," Jonah muffled a smile against his new shirt, "where did you get this?"
"Vince's backpack," Leo's voice tuned down to a whisper and he kept stroking Jon's cheek softly, toying with his curls, "how's the hand?"
"Can't feel it," Jonah yawned, "can't feel anything to be honest, Wendy just drugged me."
"Good," Leo planted a kiss to his brow, "get some rest."
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scp-ao3-author · 1 year ago
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Hi! Do you have any stories about the origin of something you wrote?
OH OH OH OH OKAY
SO UHHH LETS JUST DO THEM ALL
Lightning:
Lightning was my first attempt at a 100k fic. its currently on anonymous because I have a firm belief that A Certain Author is reading my work and that is very scary. There was an actual draft that made it TO 100k, but the plot sucked?
Like I detailed every moment of Y/N from birth to SCP Foundation because I was a very "Grrr... Accuracy" guy. and then I had an entire subplot between y/n and kondraki, which inevitably fails. there was a whole thing of Y/n's brain being fried from amnestics and someone was like "this is actually stupid :/" so i ended up rewriting it with whatever I pulled from my ass.
Confession booth:
Confession booth was supposed to be a crack fic. surprise surprise. my (ex) friend wanted me to write a crack fic of clef in a priest outfit. but he didnt seem... like the kind of guy to just do that for no reason? at least back then I figured him to be like that guy. since then, I have grown to learn more about clef so in hindsight, I would like to rewrite some of my older stories to be more fitting. But I made a plot to rationalize Priest Clef and well. thats what was created.
Hold The Line:
I was maladaptive Daydreaming to Give and Take by Poor Mans Poison and i thought I was going to die if i didnt share the thoughts in my head.
The Only World You Know:
I got tired of Iceberg being shitty and pathetic with no backstory. Had to flesh that sad little milkshake
Take the seeds:
Fin.
Memory:
I always had the headcanon that Francis had legitimately worked in the Foundation as a system well before taking control as Dr. Clef. But one of the questions that always begged in my head was like... How would he have reacted with the other staff? I experimented with Kondraki, who also went through his original change. The idea of Kondraki being part of the Montauk Procedure and spiraling actually came from Author Kondraki's old blog. the rest I pulled out my ass with the help of a few friends. The original story was supposed to be "They hate each other, but begrudgingly are forced to get along. thats it." but people were ADAMANT about making them fall in love. it was mildly uncomfortable but i rolled with it and i will admit. I kind of like how it turned out apart from the last chapter.
Its Like Dying:
I wanted to write a followup to Memory about how Francis affected Kondraki's life in such a way that when Kondraki finally realized he cared, it had been too late to actually follow through on that. He takes this out towards Clef, the man who suddenly appeared after Francis Dissapeared, but eventually learns to accept when something is gone forever, and hopefully when i get around to it again, he will move towards actually accpeting clef into his life, not knowing that hes the only other person who will treat him like hes not insane for knowing Francis Existed.
I Am Ready To See You Again:
its supposed to be like a ressurection idea not FOR resurrection but similar. they wake up, everything is new and strange. and different. but as they explore the memory of their previous lifetime goes away, and they have to adjust to their own world. It centers mainly around A Major what with their multi universal knowledge? the idea was SUPPOSED to be that at least. I got the intro out and.... I lost all my notes apart from "Gears finds 173"
They Dont Even Have Dental:
This was supposed to be a silly joke seminar about Clef hating the GOC for not having dental, a running gag between some of my friend groups. its like an unspoken agreement. that place sucks, they dont have dental. and then i planted a cute little bit of plot at the end for an... upcoming show im working on. dw. ill share the script.
when its done.
Francis Disturbed:
OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING.
HHHH OKAY SO.
this was built off of a million headcanons swirling in my little head, but the final headcanon that broke the google doc was this:
Francis was a premature baby.
lemme break this one down im a bit excited lol
in 4231, Francis loved lily. alot. and it hurt him because she hurt him, but he stayed nonetheless. that, plus having DID? probably meant that it was VERY unlikely he had a stable family life growing up. dads out of the picture, type greenery adapted at a young age... you know? it adds up. then there was the stuff about agora. I thought...
I honestly thought that Agora was laying the self-shaming and "I should have killed my son" stuff a bit... i hated it. Like it was good but it rubbed me the wrong way a little and after a moment im like... "What if... i worked with that idea?" and created a story about Francis' childhood dynamic. this is where it gets fun:
Ive been planning the next chapter for a little while now, but this all happened during a time period in which I did not EXIST, so i have to go around my writing carefully. the next chapter is going to be the after effects of what... Agora... Did... and after THAT we get to see Francis entering the GOC, and what happened to him in the Ichabod Campaign.
it gets a little funny there was going to be a bit where ukulele gets a balloon tied to his arm so his team can find him off-missions.
Now. this wont make sense, until you SEE the chapter but... I cant continue writing the story until I get a physical copy of IT by stephen king....
and i dont live near a library or book shop OR thrift store that has it.
And I hate amazon.
A Different Shade OF Green:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OH GOD
HHHHH lemme grab my notes uhhhh ADSOG has been planned for a WHILE
ACTUALLY HERES THE DRAFT
FAIR WARNING: TREAT this story like it is NOT the actual bones of ADSOG on AO3. I kind of just kept rambling, I wanted an arc for a story where Blackbird takes an interest into Francis, but it ultimately doesn't work out, ukulele appears more. Adam is a dick. Ten is more active in the story too. there's SO many differences between this and the actual story. AND the format is FUCKED
ADSOG was supposed to be a single one shot, where seven confronted clef about his issues. She responds to his dickish behavior by shoving a spoon into his face, and he replies by biting into it and slowly chewing it while they make eye contact. that was ALL the story was supposed to be. then i was like "I like the barber scene." that is actually a one shot on its own that i just blended into the draft and main story. there are SO gonna be more scenes in the main story where francis is stimmming. at some point or another though i had at one point built SO many one shot stories on them that i just said fuck it and made it all one big story and
oh my god.
you are going to cry at the ending.
Orangechild:
uhh this was actually a full narrative but then i hit up @tickedtimebomb and was like "give me a line that fucks and ill turn it into a poem" and that's how I got "and then i fed the world my soul" WHICH IS ALSO REFRENCED IN THE DRAFT OF ADSOG
idk if anyone's noticed or not but i have a million little red strings tying all of my story together. :D
intervention:
fin
eye for an eye:
Eye for an eye was created with the ongoing concept of "4231-a comes back, how will clef react?" but instead of the "he would cry and die" I decided to go for a "He's going to be pissed."
it is a vacation:
I had a silly idea of the doctors being sent to antarctica and i played with it a little with mattastr0phic because I wanted myriad in the story. I had another friend who helped me with the iceberg bit too. <3
in cod we trust:
I just wanted to give Cimmerian some shit.
apples and oranges:
I take commissions for writing. I was paid to make this, that doesn't mean I don't love it though i have EVERY chapter preplanned. as of right now, unfortunately, I am on pause for my writing because I burned myself a little bit on regular writing and am just sticking to script writing for some *cough* shows.
Ketchup and Mustard:
I am preparing for something called a "Kingson bomb" which is: whenever i have an extra amount of money laying around, I grab some artists and nab them to make Kingson commissions, thus making a small vault of Kingson art. when I reach an unholy large amount, I'm going to blast @finiffy with it and fucking kill them. one of the people I commissioned said something along the lines of "They are so ketchup and mustard to me" and well. I had to do it.
Bear your tombstone:
The idea for this story was actually the fact that it was supposed to be its own chapter in Francis disturbed, but i got WAY to excited making it to the point I just uploaded it on its own.
Seventeen minutes:
i wanted to autism code kondraki and have others see my vision.
Something New:
I want a story similar to Memory, I am specifically making this in honor of Amones, who has absolutely INCREDIBLE art!!!!!
THEY ARE ALSO MAKING A REALLY COOL VIDEO GAME AKFSJDKLF
tales of a greyhound stranger:
THIS story was inspired by 4231 and personal experience, but not in a sad way. 4231 briefly mentions that Francis rides on the Greyhound, a bus station that's prominent in Europe and America. I also ride greyhound (and will be going partially across country in about a month) and sometimes when you use the bus system, you come across some... REALLY interesting people. I think Francis had a beautiful time traveling and ended up having fun once in a while with others. I think he deserves nice things.
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aster-petrichor · 9 months ago
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My DBD Fanfic (update)
Soooooooo. Development. Yay! I have nearly 1k new words written. Only drawback is that it isn't technically for a new chapter 😭. I had too much backstory swirling around in my head so I started writing but then it devolved into Edwin having gay panic for like 90% of it which ate up so much of my planned word count. I don't want to jab it into the current fic as flashbacks or even a chapter so I suspect Im going to turn my fic into a series and have this new content be the prequel and then go back and forth between the two fml.
But on topic of the fic (I'm thinking of renaming it - any suggestions?) I've decided on what I'm doing with Thomas' storyline! Obvi this is a plan/concept and often the characters have minds of their own once you start typing so the final thing will either fit the plan completely or be 99% different.
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Currently I'm further toying with the idea of Desire being like "oh lol yh you have another parent!" to thomas and he has a whole crisis over it before deciding to reach out. Since Magnus came second on the poll (joint with Despair but this aint that kinda fic) I'd have him be said other parent. I'm worried this may be getting a bit too multifandom and I still need to sit down and figure out how I'm gonna line these timelines up (or if i plan to be wishy washy about it) and just how deeply I plan to blend fandoms considering I'm also going to merge GO in. Then again I could pivot (I still have time) and only have good omens as a mention and make the real plot about the Shadowhunters crossover so there isnt way too many people and/or things?
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sullustangin · 2 years ago
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How did Marcus Trant find out who Theron's parents were in your universe? I have ideas that range from the quick and easy to hilarity but was curious about yours.
Oh, good question! Thanks for asking!
This is just my interpretation, but I think Trant figured out Theron's full parentage by the Epilogue of the novel Annihilation. Remember that Marcus Trant is head of SIS, and as I like to say in my fic, it's not just because he's cute and does the paperwork.
Basically, Theron skipped the final debriefing to go talk to Teff'ith, and Trant was just there like "ah. ha. ha. Said he couldn't make it." Jace read this as uncomfortable, but maybe not for the obvious reason of shirking a meeting with the Supreme Commander and the Grand Master of the Jedi Order.
Theron conveyed to Trant that he was not attending. As Jace himself observed, Theron could have been there if Trant had ordered him to. Trant did not order him to. I think that was a deliberate choice, because both Trant and Theron want to avoid an awkward family reunion.
As to how Trant individually found out about Satele and Jace, it got long so it's under the cut:
As Trant pointed out to Jace, when asked about Theron, that Shan is a commonish name on Coruscant; in a world of trillions, there are millions of Shans. However, when Jace pressed him, Marcus Trant explicitly said he knew that Satele is Theron's mom. That's on page 85 of Annihilation. "Only a handful of people know. Obviously, this is something we want to keep under wraps." At that time, Trant didn't know Jace is the father...but Jace's interest probably sparked something here.
But how did he know about Satele? My headcanon runs with the idea that when Master Ngani Zho abandoned Theron, there was a big, urgent flurry to get the boy somewhere with someone. He's 13, going on 14. He couldn't stay at a Jedi temple, and he didn't have any relatives listed. If Zho was gone they were supposed to contact Satele...and she was out of contact trying to find Tython. When Theron did end up at Coronet City Military Academy (my headcanon again), he gave the name Theron Shan as an act of defiance, not fully aware that Shan is a common name. He previously went by Theron Zho because that was the name of his father. From the Academy, Theron was recruited by alumnus Marcus Trant to SIS.
Trant figured out Satele as Theron's biological mother, and based on what he says to Jace in Annihilation, he's not the only one that knows; Satele had shown enough interest in Theron's well-being over the years, but never to actually talk to him directly. That's implied in several areas of canon. I interpret that as her not wanting to give Theron mixed signals. She didn't want to meet him or else he might get the impression that she'd take him home with her one day -- which couldn't happen. People around her and around the boy can see that, but the worlds never touch. They know, but they don't share it with other people.
As to how Trant figured out that Jace was the father, Jace's interest in Theron and Theron's relationship with Satele probably tripped Trant's radar. Also, Jace and Satele had been friends since the two of them escaped Korriban together; surely there was some sort of "huh, what about them?" over the course of the last 40 years, Jedi or not. Trant was married to Garza, who eventually headed up SpecForce, and Jace was once Havoc Squad Commander before his current gig; Trant and Jace probably knew each other, even just socially, prior to Theron joining SIS. With all of this swirling, just as Jace looked over his files and did some math about his time on Alderaan.... so did Trant. Given that both Satele and Jace were unusually concerned about this one SIS agent, and given that Trant already knew Satele was Theron's mom, Trant put the rest of the pieces together.
Also, this doesn't eliminate the simplest option of all: Theron told Trant. Trant already knew half the story with Satele. Why not the other? Theron knew that Trant would figure it out eventually. So let's save some steps and get it over with.
By the time the final debriefing in Annihilation rolled around, Trant had seen Theron's reaction to Zho resurfacing a few years before; Trant was well-aware that Theron had emotional issues and called him out on it a few times in the comic Lost Suns and in the novel. That said, Theron might be an internal mess but he was Trant's best agent; Trant did not want to hurt his own best asset. Having mom and dad and son in one room? Trant took this one for the SIS team; this needed to be done personally and privately, not at an official debrief. So he let Theron off the hook.
Later, in my headcanon, I can see Jace telling Trant and then Trant wearily telling him, "I know. Next problem?"
Thanks again for asking!
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