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tangleweave · 1 year ago

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It never seems like there's enough time.

Peter's life, pretty much ever since high school, has been a whirlwind adventure, from one crisis to the next with really no breaks in between to even catch his breath, never mind take stock. A spider bite is supposed to welt up, maybe make you feel ill for a little bit -- at worst it introduces necrotic venom and then it's a hospital visit and a painful ulcerating sore that eventually heals. It isn't supposed to endow you with the strength of a hydraulic press… or grant you the ability to stick to walls… or bless you with danger-based precognition.

That last one is especially tricky for him. Even after nearly ten years of possessing the ability, he still doesn't always have a full grasp on how it's supposed to function, or how it can sometimes take control of his movements, and sometimes can allow him to perceive and react to things in bullet time. And there are times he wishes it would let him slow down time all around him for longer than he's directly endangered, because then he might be able to get so much more done. On the other hand, he has to concede, the cortisol expense would likely be catastrophic for him.

And so he has to settle for making the most of whatever time he's got… and this evening, it all seems to be melting away. He's spent nearly the entire day with Beth. Their shift at F.E.A.S.T. hadn't felt nearly like a full lunchtime, first serving food and then helping people with employment applications and referrals. They'd played off one another's strengths and expertise as naturally as if they'd known each other for years. Peter could almost swear they'd attended school and taken classes together for how quickly they glance to each other for answers and advice, like they'd been in a whole host of group projects.

The experience at the matinee had been something else again. They'd actually gotten through the movie this time -- no emergency calls from Yuri, thank God, and when he'd mentioned to Otto that he and Beth would be grabbing some quick dinner before he came in, the good doctor had urged him to take his time with a sly smile and a "Gather ye rosebuds, Parker" -- but he couldn't help but wonder if maybe Beth found it off-putting for how she'd curled up in her seat. Whether it was a matter of her seeking comfort, as her grasp on his hand and snuggling into his side seemed to be, or if there was something traumatic involved, and she'd actually been shriveling and hiding.

But coming out of it, the pleased smile on her face had indicated to him that whichever it might have been, she was glad he hadn't had to leave this time around… and that he could stay for food. (And really, in this economy, he would have been crazy not to.)

Trading notes over the movie is an unexpected delight, whether for praise or criticism -- and his sense that there was at least as much to frown at about it as there was to enjoy is borne out by her remarks. But when she brings up the protagonist's increasing isolation, it plucks a string near his heart that plays a sour note… and he's reminded, once again, how little of a life he really has. How little time he really takes out for Peter Parker, as opposed to how much he devotes to Dr. Octavius, Aunt May -- or Spider-Man.

"I don't know if it's commitment, really," he says, as he rubs the back of his neck. "From what we got given, it seemed to me like it was supposed to be more… more like she was pining for whatever it was she was seeing in him, like she'd made up an ideal for him? And maybe he was supposed to be experiencing the same thing, sort of building up this pedestal for her, too. So much time apart can do funky things to the way you think about someone. I'll bet they originally wanted to do a little more with it. But the movie was… what? Like 105 minutes running time? So yeah, when she just went in like that to kiss him, that was just… abrupt. I didn't really get the feeling of sparks between them. Maybe there was a lot of good stuff that wound up on the cutting room floor."

That awkward, shy smile rises to the surface for him as he looks for a suitable tangent. A side-road presents itself when he looks at Beth's curious expression and catches the glint of the overhead light against the glossiness of her lower lip. "So -- okay. In the movie, she made her move without really a whole lot of buildup, like we didn't really see it coming. But there was clearly supposed to be something there, like she was meant to be feeling something big and she just dove right in. What about you? What would it take for you to just… go for it?"

He waits patiently, follows her on her train of thought as she shares it, word for word. In spite of his feelings about the notion of the friend-zone (a term made up by guys who see no value in women if there's no chance of being lustfully entangled) he grins at the joke, half because he appreciates the irony, and half because her smile inspires his own without even really needing to try.

He nearly gets caught up in her description of what the perfect kiss would be like. And more than a touch of shame rises between his brain and his heart, because what she describes is exactly what she's already shared with his alter ego. Setting aside that she'd blinded herself for his benefit, so there'd been no eye contact, and she's already told Peter that she was certain she'd flubbed it by not seeking consent… but isn't that pretty much what she's talking about here? That there's a connection between her and her romantic interest strong enough to imply consent?

If Beth is in your arms and giving you moon eyes, why in the world would you not want to kiss her?

The look on her face is so very close, just for a moment, to the look she'd worn when she'd leaned up to kiss him.

Spider-Man. She kissed Spider-Man.

Peter has to acknowledge, at least to himself, that this is a weird way of drawing out her reasoning for having made a move. Hearing the thought process behind the impulse -- which seems an oxymoron, but Beth is a walking paradox. Everything she should have an impulse reponse to, she measures meticulously and repeatedly. Everything she should consider thoughtfully, she bullrushes.

She feels like kin to him. Especially when it comes to the part about being worth the wait. And he doesn't quite lend his voice to the movement of his lips, though it's possible they move of their own accord and without his permission at all when they mouth his subconscious response.

Of course you are.

Her inquiry makes his head tilt that much further to one side as he thinks about his reply. He doesn't need more than a moment or two as he munches on pizza crust, but the first response he gives is to her second question, and it's augmented with a faintly wry smile. "Why do I wanna stay? 'Cause she's a girl and she's interested in Peter Parker. In my experience, those two features are typically mutually exclusive."

Then he holds up a hand to wave away the snark he's just issued. "Okay, but for real. I like a smart girl. And if she figures out ways to prove me wrong or reasons to disagree with me, that's even better. If she keeps me on my toes, she can keep me honest. Engaged. The kind of girl that surprises me with all the things I hadn't considered. And who's willing to put up with me when I have to go running off, even when it's the last thing I want to do. Because I have every intention of coming back, but that sad look… it just breaks my heart." He shrugs helplessly. "And I've got that kind of life where, you know, things happen at a moment's notice, and suddenly I'm needed, and I don't want to go because I don't want to ruin the moment, but even more I don't want to see how I'm disappointing who I'm with because I let myself get pulled in all these different directions." He realizes he's starting to sound frustrated with himself, and he takes a breath and tries to smile again. "I dunno. Maybe I'm just the worst sort of people-pleaser. Because trust me, I'm never the one who wants to leave. I just wish it didn't have to be painful to who I'm with when those calls come."

He hesitates a moment, then meets her eyes. "I was gonna ask if that makes sense to you, but, I mean, you're a nurse, you've got your non-profit, you've got a ton of things on your plate and then you add more… so I have to believe you get it."

A for Aphrodisiac (from Peter)

Spell It Out || -

Some part of Beth feels bad for Peter being trapped in this booth with her.

They'd worked their shift at the Centre and then decided catch a matinee. Doc doesn't need Peter to come in until tonight. Beth lets that go without comment because she knows how important their work is, how much it means for him to work with Dr Octavius ~if her feelings had ever changed, she would have cringed into oblivion over all the things she had and would have been willing to do during medical school~ and ultimately how vital it was to have something for himself, something that focused on his interests and no because he felt like he owed someone. Beth knows Peter will some day change the world. She only wishes he knew it too. Sometime during the movie they lifted the arm rest/cup holder between them and she'd curled up on the seat, leaning into him. His arm had come down and he'd held her close. There'd been a few tense moments where she ended up clutching his hand or burying her face in his chest. She holds up popcorn for him, he holds up the drink, the straw ~which she doesn't complain about for once~ angled so that she can take sips.

Then they'd opted to have an early supper, and the pizza place is surprisingly quiet. They were mid deconstructing the movie when she brought up the fact that the least credible part was the c-plotline, the romance between the tormented writer and his on-and-off again girlfriend.

"I jus' t'ink dat da demons were more plausible dan her feelings for him. Like none of it made sense. How committed dey could be when dey barely saw each oddah an' he's become increasingly isolated?"

She watches him wrestle with his expressions, as if desperately trying to remain neutral despite whatever discomfort she's provoked. He raises one hand to the nape of his neck and rubs at it as he formulates the sort of right response. And surprises her with a question.

She replies with lowering her chin and ducking her neck, eyes slightly wider than normal after she blinks. "I…uh."

There's something to that tilt of his head and the somewhat lopsided grin he offers that makes Beth take him more seriously. But answering him is a lot harder than he might imagine. Maybe because Beth doesn't really know, either.

"So, told ya, I t'ink dat I don' really feel like oddah people do. My brea'd doesn't catch in my t'roat when I see a handsome guy an' I don't get all giggly when pretty girl talk at me. Didn't even know what it felt like t' even wan someone until I was 'round eighteen or so. It was only dat one person, an' nevah anyone else. Now, ten years laddah, I guess… it al start wi' needin' some kind of closeness. A sense of connection wheddah it is emotional or spiritual. Dat all bein' true, I guess ya bes' chance of datin' me is if I actually friend-zone ya." She giggles, her nose crinkling faintly. "But yeah, someone I feel I know an' jus….get. No kine I can describe in any factual way. Only feelin'. Beyond dat?"

She pauses again. This time she chews on the inner corner of her lower lip in consideration. Beth doesn't seem to realise how she open her expressions are. How much she can say without uttering a single word.

"I guess feelin' comfortable enough to get close. I'm a very touchy person. Uhm feelin' like I can confide in dem wi'out fearin' criticism or bein' made fun of. Mebbe…mebbe proximity. Like fingers trailin' along my spine, or against my arm, an' I look up…an' he's right dere. Face soft, eyes dark an' gleamin'. My heart would feel fluttery den alla stars will seem to align an' I'll lean dat rest of da way…an' it'll be da perfect kiss. Sof' an' sweet an' gentle. Tender and lingerin'."

Her eyes are half closed and her elbows are now set on the table as she seems to be leaning toward him.

A few seconds later, she slumps back down with something of a dreamy sigh.

"Of course, dat all is predicated on…findin' someone t'ink I'm wor'd da wait."

"Put question sorta back on you? Wha' qualities ya look for in a girl make you interested? Wha' about dem make ya wanna stay?"

#brooklynislandgirl #beth riley #muse: peter parker #verse: rooftop silhouettes

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years ago

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hole in the wall

In a party for the ages, Shouto comes across a room with hole in the wall that has him coming back for more.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, PWP, cult activity, drug mention, alcohol consumption, glory hole, cursing, degradation, praise, possessive jealous!shouto, stuck in the wall, spanking, overstim, bruising, bleeding, breeding

word count: 7,831

a/n: read the fucking warnings bro, im tired, I hate formatting, here’s to finally writing what I wanna write! also, this is for a lovely bnharem collab that kept getting pushed back... make sure to read the intro to understand my story! anyways, gloryholes is peak anonymous sex and I just,,, if thats the only way imma get to suck shoutos cock, I will. I had something else to say... I forgot. oH THIS IS WRITTEN IN A NEW STLYE-ISH??? porn from shoutos pov!!!

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Traditionally, when people think of the connection between heroes and cults, they expect that the heroes eradicate the cults, not that the heroes are a part of a cult.

It was somewhat ironic that a group of people who advocated for public safety, for the wellbeing of every citizen of the country - the world - would demand compensation in areas that didn't involve financial compensation. Heroes saved the day countless amounts of times, but when they needed... help at night because they've been so busy saving the world, there needed to be compensation.

It had shocked nearly everyone within the hero community when none other than Yaoyorozu Momo brought them a solution. For nothing more than loyalty to saving the day, all heroes granted the benefit of joining the Savior of Eight Million, an… organization brought forth by the prodigious hero. It had shocked the hero community at first that the once thought of a modern-day princess, putting together a wicked group that served the beastly needs of heroes, was almost laughable. But as time passed, as trials tested the organization (cult), the more heroes realized how lucky they were that it was Yaoyorozu who created this.

The Yaoyorozus, in all their riches and connections, made this group untouchable.

Police were bought off, apprehended, silenced.

Heroes with the savior complex were put down.

Villains were never believed.

The Savior of Eight Million held ties with the greatest, the most esteemed people in the world. The parties were unworldly, dripping with diamonds and gold, the sweet smell of champagne barely drowning out the bitter acidic and burning plastic smell of the drugs used vicariously at their gatherings. All heroes joined, politicians and celebrities fought to get in, and commoners wished they could be the servants of the night, whether that meant they would be serving food, drinks, or drugs, or allowing the heroes to do what this was all started for: to fuck them.

Of course, it didn't help that each commoner was paid for their service, discretion, and loyalty. Those who attempted to give away the secrets of the nights were always taken care of, and every gathering after someone tried to snitch, there was always a complaint that a sex slave just wasn't good enough.

Yaoyorozu Momo was a sweet girl, a helpful woman. She was a hero.

Heroes far and wide grovel at her feet in thanks, and even more surprisingly, even her old class supported this. Oh, how great life was when you were the most significant, greatest, and most untouchable cult in history.

To Todoroki Shouto, well, he didn't really have an opinion on this all, not really at least.

The cult - the organization, was created to help out heroes such as himself live comfortably while having such a busy lifestyle. His sex drive had never been that high, with his twenty-fifth birthday approaching, he could count on his two hands the number of times he'd been attended to with the help of the organization within the past five years.

Yes, two years after debuting as heroes, Momo had approached the graduate class with her plan. Todoroki Shouto could never deny a friend, especially not someone as smart and intentional as Yaoyorozu Momo. He had been one of the first - if not the first - voice to approve of her project.

However, the fifth-anniversary gathering (it was not a party) was finally here. Two months ago, the first round of reminders came around in the form of a beautifully handwritten card by their fearless yet kind leader. Shouto wondered if she really had handwritten each and every card, or if she had created it with her quirk - while he wasn't that heavily involved, he was not ignorant to the numbers of the cult, group, organization.

TO TODOROKI SHOUTO,

I WRITE THIS LETTER TO ASK IF YOU WILL BE JOINING US IN TWO MONTHS FOR ONE OF THE MANY GREATEST CELEBRATIONS WE - THE MEMBERS OF THE SAVIOR OF EIGHT MILLION - WILL HAVE FOR OUR FIFTH ANNIVERSARY OF BEING SUCH A WELL RECEIVED AND INFLUENTIAL ORGANIZATION. I AM GRATEFUL TO RELAY THAT OUR ESTEEMED MEMBERS BAKUGOU-SAN AND MIDORIYA-SAN WILL BE HOSTING OUR EVENT!

I FEEL AS IF WE HAVE NOT SEEN EACH OTHER IN SO LONG, TODOROKI-SAN, AND I MISS YOU SO DEARLY. I HOPE THINGS IN YOUR LIFE HAVE BEEN FINE AND THAT WE SHOULD MEET UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! PLEASE MAKE SURE TO RESPOND TO THE RSVP TO EITHER JIROU-SAN, KAMINARI-SAN, OR ME!

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, YAOYOROZU MOMO

The letter had been kind, inviting, and so fleeting it made Shouto feel like he needed more from one of his most missed and trusted friend. Still, there would be time to catch up with everyone, no use in pushing now.

Grabbing his phone, Shouto typed in Momo's contact name into the search bar, tongue swiping his lower lip while he typed in his message and sent it. He had never been one for these parties. Too often, there were just too over-the-top. The festivities and friends were fun, but having to fight the impossible crowds for a moment of peace kept him from attending.

A truly mundane member.

But this was different after all, it wasn't every day that they celebrated five great years of service.

I'll be going, Yayorozu.

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Two months went by before Shouto had even realized it.

In those two months, he had received a formal invitation with a day and time.

2X28, OCTOBER 23

STARTING FROM 20:00

Of course, the lack of an address is a precaution for keeping their organization out of the limelight should they be betrayed. Events of all shapes and sizes were always planned by the upper board of the organization. Only a specific few knew the place where the night would befall, and the rest of the members would be brought to the festivities by a chauffeur provided by the Yaoyorozu's. Getting to and from the party was always stressfree, no matter what befell that night, their safety of getting home was still safe.

The invitation was tucked away into the inside pocket of his jacket, it was his ticket to getting into the party, and it was best to not leave it behind.

With the invitation now securely placed into his jacket, the smooth inflexible material stiff against his chest, Shouto stared into the mirror he stood before.

An elegant full-length mirror reflected his image to him, and truth be told, he was impressed with his presentation.

A charcoal grey Italian suit trimmed glinting silver nearly gleamed against the white light; the jacket was undone, exposing the white-collared long-sleeved shirt underneath. Typically, Shouto was a tie man, but the sleek black tie he was to wear lay hanging on the hanger, the first few buttons of the shirt undone. It highlighted his toned chest, the few pale scars on his chest just visible enough on his exposed skin to look like it was intensional. He looked good.

His fingers touched his hair, the once long style had been cut in a recent fight with a villain. It hadn't mattered much to Shouto, and in fact, the sudden haircut had spiked his overall ratings. It was short now, just long enough for his fingers to graze through the locks. It was slicked back, the swirl of red and white mixing and strands of red falling into his sight.

“Todoroki-sama, the car is here.”

Shouto didn't bother turning to the attendee, his gaze taking him in one last time.

"I'll be there."

His footsteps were quiet in the hallway, his waxed shiny black shoes gleaming in his hands as he walked to the front room. He slipped on the tight shoes and looked up to his servant, who stood at the front door with a patterned, black mask.

Nodding, he grabbed the mask and slipped it inside of his jacket as well.

A kitsune.

"Safe journey."

"I'll be back tonight."

And into the car, he went, the warm smell of leather and spices filling the backseat of the self-driving car. Shouto relaxed against the black leather, his eyes staring at the road while he slipped the mask out from his jacket. There was no reason to don the mask while stepping out of the house, being caught with it at his home always smelled trouble.

In the car's silence, his fingers rested onto his lap, his lips set into a firm line while his thoughts lingered to what was to come at this party.

The last time Bakugou and Midoriya hosted anything, it had ended with an overall disaster. Thankfully then it had been for their agency's founding party and not something dealing with the organization. But before he could muster the will to seek out further information on the private event, he realized that the car was already pulling into the large mansion where the event was being held.

People emerged from the cars before his own, the sleek masks donning on their faces, keeping their identities from unwanted eyes. The covers were specially made by none other than Yaoyorozu with the assistance of Hatsume Mei to ensure that those who wore it would be unrecognizable unless they were within a certain radius.

A small puff of air escaped Shouto's lips as his car pulled up to the unloading zone, and his strong fingers slipped on the mask before the car door opened. With the confidence and power, only those who worked as a top-ranked hero had Shouto emerged from the car immediately greeted by the entrance staff.

With his hands moving to button his jacket, he nodded his head when receiving information on what to expect upon entering. Shouto felt like he nodded forever while making his way up the entrance of the event, his hand reluctantly offering his phone and wallet over and receiving a ticket for retrieving it. Of course, the ticket came the bundle of condoms.

An eyebrow arched under the mask, and Shouto couldn't help the amused smirk that befell his lips as he pocketed the condoms.

The fuckers made this a sex party.

Why they even bothered to deny that they were a cult was beyond him at this point.

But as the grand doors opened, Shouto couldn't help but tense at the room's mixing aroma.

The sweet smell of champagne bubbled in his nose, wafting in powerfully with the perfumes secreting from every person in the room. If it had been his first time at an event like this, Shouto would have missed the undertone of burning plastic in the air. His eyes followed a civilian dressed up in a zebra zentai bodysuit holding a silver powder with most definitely not cocaine to who looked like the Prime Minister since he had his mask on.

Rolling his eyes, Shouto walked further into the room, ignoring the offers of drugs and alcohol as he carried on.

"Todoroki, my man! You made it!" came the loud and energetic voice of Kaminari Denki.

It shouldn't have shocked Shouto to immediately be swarmed with who looked like Kirishima (who wore a mask resembling a bear) and Kaminari (who had his mouse resembling mask resting on around his neck), who by the smell at least, were not sober.

"You're the last one to show up, dude! We almost thought you were gonna flake!" Kirishima added, his hand coming to land on Shouto's shoulder, his lips perked into a broad smile. "Everyone else decided to join the orgy room a few minutes ago, but this guy here—" he made a pointed jab at Kaminari's chest. "Was causing a large enough disturbance that we were kicked out."

"Bro, it's not my fault that those dummy civilians can't handle a few jolts of pain!"

"You literally electrocuted everyone in that orgy and left everyone unable to speak for a solid minute, bro!"

"Everyone else is here?" Shouto interrupted rather impressed to here that even Mineta was invited to this party - or maybe he had snuck in - choosing to ignore the mention of an orgy room.

Typical cult things, he reminded himself.

"Yeah, Denki and I don't have to go in tomorrow, so we pre-gamed at his place before coming. Sero did too, but after a few minutes of talking with some trapeze girl, they went into a room and well…" Kirishima trailed off, letting Shouto put two and two together. "Mina is flirting with the crown prince, Yaomomo and Jirou are in the orgy room, Bakugou and Midoriya seem to be micromanaging everything—"

"Those two need sex the most out of the entire class! Have you ever seen a bigger work pole up anyone's asses than in those two?!" Kaminari groaned, his fingers roughly rubbing the skin of his face, and Shouto laughed softly in agreement. It was somewhat ironic that their virgin classmates were the ones who organized and put together a sex party.

"I can't begin to imagine Midoriya having sex. Although that man is basically becoming sex on legs," Kaminari continued to gripe, Shouto grunting softly in thanks when Kirishima handed him a cup filled to the near brim with a copper liquid that burned smoothly down his throat. Shouto grimaced as he managed to down the entire thing. "I can see Bakugou just blowing a hole into the wall and fucking it and considering that sex. Ain't nobody normal who can — OH MY GOD!"

Shouto looked at his friend with nearing annoyance; however, the alcohol already taking a humming effect over his body made the annoyance slip easily.

"Bro, you're gonna get us kicked out of this party, and that's gonna be the shittiest thing!" Kirishima groaned while Kaminari spazzed with what seemed to be the biggest lightbulb of an idea.

"The hoes — the holes! For the glory!" Kaminari slurred with how fast he was speaking, his hands fisting into both Shouto's and Kirishima's jackets, his yellow eyes burning bright in his excitement.

Shouto tried to keep his annoyance down, and the itch to rip Kaminari's iron grip from his shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about—" Kirishima tried again, his hand resting on Kaminari's ribcage to steady him.

"Ei, the gloryholes!"

Gloryholes?

Shouto numbing mind searched the banks of his memory to figure out where that word came from and why it sounded vaguely familiar.

"Oh, fuck," came Kirishima's strained approval, and Shouto looked at his two friends who were grinning pervertedly at each other.

"What's that?" Shouto asked, his lips buzzing slightly as the alcohol was fully absorbed into his bloodstream, and somehow the smell of sex filled his nose, and the noises of unadulterated carnal lust filled his ears.

"Oh man, Todoroki, if you don't know," Kaminari trailed off, his lips pinched into an elfish smirk, and electricity coming off his hair in his evident excitement. "Just trust me, you gotta experience this shit!"

Shouto wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that thrummed merrily in his veins or the knowing glint in his friend's eyes that whispered to him to find out just what it was, but he felt his head nod without his full awareness. The feeling of their hands on his upper shoulder felt fuzzy as they took him away, intent heavy in every step they took.

He could barely take in the passing rooms as they went, the aerial artists, the sex rooms, the orgy rooms. There were so many rooms designated for just about every kink imaginable that even the stoic Shouto felt his cheeks flaring in embarrassment. With each passing step and opened room, the smell of sex, pheromones, and lust grew in Shouto's nose; the more the sticky sweet moans and screams of the cult members clung to his skin.

For a hero that was never too hot or too cold without his own ministrations, his skin was feeling feverishly hot with cold feet when they finally stopped in front of the only closed door in the hallway.

"Welcome!" came a cheery voice, Shouto blinked, and a woman appeared from nowhere.

She wore a powder blue ava tea dress; it was elegant, sleek, yet too old-school for an event such as this one. Shouto immediately assumed that she was not partaking in the sexual activities, but was instead acting as a hostess of sorts.

"Just you three patrons tonight?" she asked, her head tilting to the side and Kirishima speaking up in agreement for the group of three. "Good, good. We do have enough openings for the three of you, most people haven't found our little… hole in the wall, if you would," she took a moment to giggle joyfully, her gloved fingers pressing to her ruby red lips and Shouto fought the urge to walk away. "So please, feel free to look around and stay as long as you want!"

Her words were light and breezy, but still, there was rising suspicion and tension in Shouto's spine at her small quip.

With an innocuous smile and a glint in her eyes, she opened the door with a gentle, "have fun," and Shouto's friends ushered him in.

His initial reaction? What. The. Fuck?!

The room they entered was large and spacious, or well, at the very least, Shouto assumed it would have been if it wasn't for the obviously installed maze of walls. But with every wall, there was a collage of pictures. Faces of women, men, humans, mutants, everything you could think of plastered above a hole. Curiously enough, the images above one hole were of the same person.

His eyes swept the room, and he saw a few spots already taken, men with their pants and underwear dropped to their knees pressing up against the wall so that their noses were smushed to the makeshift walls.

Shouto blinked.

Gloryholes? Pictures of random people?

Were they fucking ghosts?

"This is paradise!" Kaminari groaned in pleasure, his arms spacing out as if he had come with fantastic news. "These normies always look at you so weirdly when you fuck at orgies, here… you get the nut and don't have to have them staring at you!"

Paradise?!

Shouto stared as his electricity wielding friend approached a hole that adorned photos of a girl with hooded eyes and a tongue piercing. He dropped his bottoms before sticking his hardening cock into the waiting hole with two raps of his fist. At this point, Shouto wasn't sure if what he had drunk was actually alcohol now.

"These aren't dead people, are they?" Shouto couldn't keep himself from asking, his palms sweating while Kirishima laughed deeply in his chest.

"Not at all, man, it's real people, I promise! Pick your hole and have fun!" Kirishima encouraged, placing a solid pat on Shouto's shoulder before approaching a hole with a picture of a girl with bright eyes and a bright smile.

Nodding numbly to himself at this point, Shouto meandered the different walls, his eyes absorbing the various pictures on the walls.

But he fell on the spot with a picture so vivating that drew him in. The chasms of your eyes defiant yet shy, a smile that called him in, and lips that looked supple and strong.

He stood no chance in defying the itching, burning need to follow suit of every other person in this room. Shouto approached the hole, his fingers pulling at his belt, quickly lowering his charcoal grey slacks and black boxer briefs. He stared into your pictured eyes, mesmerized by them, and grasped onto his hardening cock.

A soft shudder invaded his skin as he pressed his cock through the awaiting hole, the skin of his heated cock scraping against the hole, making him strangle a grunt in his throat. But when the wet heat of your mouth enveloped his cock past the hole in the wall, Shouto's face nearly crashed against the wall.

Shouto wasn't sure what to have expected, but he had summed up that this was some over-glorified handjob, a vigorous clumsy jackoff he could have done himself. But he did not expect, in any sense of what this was, to be met with warm, wet lips and a tongue that pressed underneath the head of his cock.

A guttural noise slipped past his lips, and Shouto's palms pressed against the wall, his head spinning dizzyingly from the sensation.

Shouto's breathing was erratic, his cock hardening more, twitching within your mouth as he felt your head begin to bob against his length at a slow, leisurely pace.

His hips thrust toward the wall, his vision spinning from what this heightened sensation of what he always thought to be a mundane act. Shouto's slacks were too far up his thighs; however, the fabric spread to his max despite his attempt to lower down. He wanted to get closer to the wall, get whoever you were past this wall to take in his entire cock without an issue, so mindlessly, instinctively, he shoved the slacks further down, grunting with relieved pleasure at being able to spread out further, at getting closer to you.

"Holy shit," Shouto grunted, his forehead pressing against the cold wall, undoubtedly crinkling the paper of your photos. His hips came forward, hitting the wall dividing him and you with low, vibrating thuds, and you let him, allowed him to keep his rutting hips at the pace they were. You took him in as if it was nothing, the smooth skin of your lips gliding against his throbbing length, your tongue running alongside the bottom of his cock, tracing the veins of his skin, twisting against the sensitive skin, providing new sensations and shivers.

Shouto knew immediately that you were letting him fuck your mouth however he saw fit.

He felt you moan around him, a long, deep, undeniable noise that somehow drifted through the hole, vibrated against his cock, and could be felt against his curling toes. The sound and sensations were proving to be effective, a pooling heat building in his balls, simmering up and down his spine and neck. How he wished to grab you by the back of your head and drive his cock down your throat without mercy.

Snarling in the back of his throat, suddenly fueled by the image of fucking you, the thought of you on your knees, tears built in your bright eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks feeding him. And as if you knew what he wanted, Shouto's knees near bucked out when your mouth took him in even further, the soft choking noise, the feeling of his cock pressing against the back of your throat sending his fingers digging into the wall.

He drilled in faster, grateful for your ability to keep up, the feeling of his cock pressing down the back of your throat sending his jaw flying open, curses and praises spilling past his lips with every inch you took him further down your throat. The area of his cock unable to be taken in your mouth was surrounded by your fingers — by god, what fucking fingers you had — warm and robust, they held his skin, sliding effortlessly against the spit lubricated skin.

"You can hear me right, whore?" Shouto growled against the wall, the hot air of his breath almost fogging the area he was standing in. Somehow, he heard the choked noise of agreement, the bobbing head vigorously nodding, sending you into a sputtering choke from the awkward angle. But Shouto liked hearing you choke, liked hearing the needy tone in your whining agreement, and he swore he was feeling his heartbeat in his balls. "You're not here entirely on your own will, are you? Came here for money, to suck some rich mans' cock?" His hips stammered when you sucked your cheeks in around his length, his eyes rolling in the break of his concentration, his blood pumping in his hormone pumped euphoria. "I want you to fucking choke on my cock, you hear that? Take me all the way in, don't be scared, I know you probably don't see much cock, but I promise if you can handle me, you'll never want other cock, slut. Take me all, and I promise you, you won't regret it."

A hiccuped breath came from your side of the wall, and Shouto almost wanted to simply burn the wall down to claim you for all his need and glory, someone with a mouth as gifted as yours definitely needed to be fucked correctly. Still, his hips reigned down, slamming against the wall so that the thuds of his impeding hips were heard softly in the other areas.

And you? Behind the wall?

He could feel the weight of your head pressing forward, the feeling of his length sliding further and further down your throat. The pulsing of his cock ridiculously stilled with the restrained muscles of your throat, and the almost excessive drool and spit that dripped from his length with your choking movements.

More, he wanted more, he needed more.

"Fuck, slut, you're taking me so fucking well. You almost have me entirely in your mouth," Shouto growled, an inch or so of his cock still not entirely in your mouth, but not letting your tight fist work his cock. "Don't give up, take me all, I know a whore like you who shows up to be a sex slave can take my cock."

A whine (was that a horny or a frustrated whine?) emitted from the wall, and with a strained noise, Shouto felt your wet, hot lips make contact with the base of his cock as he continued to drill into you. Spluttering groans poured from his throat, the feeling of your hot cavern and resisting throat, sending him over the edge.

"Yes," Shouto gasped, the smell of sex, electricity, and barely burning walls simmering in his nose. "Fuck, yes, just like that."

Shouto could feel his nerves being shot out, the feeling of the compliant mouth keeping him pumping into the hole, his fingers digging further and further into the wall into it cracked and crumbled, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, to break through the wall to get to you. He was almost there, so close, but needed to get over the hill. And then Shouto was swallowed completely when his slamming his stopped, he could feel your lip press to his skin hidden by the hole. He had no doubt that it must have been sorely uncomfortable for you, yet you were doing it to the point where he was fumbling for words, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your tongue wrapped around his cock, massaging the skin. Fuck, fuck, "Fuck!"

His head dropped back with the shooting electricity in his blood, sweat dripping from his temple and you, the stranger behind the wall, gave one vicious, strong suck, your mouth only surrounding the head of his cock, your wet tongue flicking the slit on his head, and he was spilling over.

Hot, thick, heavy ropes of white cum spurted from his cock and Shouto shuddered, his shaking breath echoing in his ears, and he could still feel your tongue moving, coaxing out the finality of his orgasm, teeth scraping against his sensitive cock just enough to have him seeing stars.

But the giggle that erupted in your throat was well noticed by Shouto, and he grunted in slight annoyance. Pulling away, a soft, almost unwanted pop echoed on the other side of the wall.

Shouto watched as his spit and cum covered cock pulled back to his side of the wall, and he grunted unwillingly. His forehead still rested against the wall, and he looked up to his left side with a disgruntled noise to see that he did, in fact, scorch his fingertips into the wall.

As he tucked himself back into his underwear and slacks, Shouto's blissed-out eyes fell onto the hole where your hand was perched out of it, your pinky the only finger visible.

"Pinky promise you'll come back later?" your raspy voice asked, and Shouto wondered if that was how you usually sounded or if it was from what happened.

"As long as you promise to do something like that again," Shouto smirked, his pink taking yours anyways.

He could promise that to the hole in the wall.

Shouto slips out the door and is immediately greeted with a bummed out Kaminari and a profusely apologizing Kirishima. He later finds out that Kaminari let out yet another round of voltage of electricity (he's banned from fucking anyone that can't absorb his quirk without damaging themselves), and that Kirishima in his blissed-out state accidentally went into his unbreakable mode and tore a hole into the wall. Shouto didn't bother telling them of the scorched walls and left with his friends.

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It only felt like a few minutes before Shouto found himself outside the same closed door of the room with gloryholes. The alcohol had long since been burned from his system, he is practically positive that you managed to suck it out from his bloodstream.

For the past two hours, he had been around the mansion, aiding Kirishima in his objective to keep Kaminari from accidentally killing a sexual partner. It had been for the best, Shouto believed. He was no prude and definitely didn't hate indulging in the occasional orgies - especially at parties like this. But for some reason, as strangers attempted to shed him from his clothes, lips, and fingers roaming his scarred, heated skin, he thought of you and only you.

Your tantalizing mouth and fingers.

He had exited the orgy room faster than All Might at his peak.

He was strangely obsessed with a stranger, a person who was no more than someone past a hole in the wall. Who knew if your picture was what you looked like, but he sure hoped it was.

But when Mina had appeared out of nowhere, her perfectly manicured fingers pressing against Kirishima's chest as she emerged from behind him. She was, obviously, one of the few easily discernable members of the cult.

"So, the crown prince does not know how to use his dick, and I am disappointed in men all over again!" Mina pouted, but her usual sly grin was back on her face before Shouto could ask if she needed help scouting potential 'dick appointments' as she so fondly calls them.

This was where things got strange in that Kirishima pointed out that Mina should just fuck a woman to teach men how to fuck women properly. Kaminari filled Shouto in with a horribly done stage whisper that the two of them had fucked before and that despite the experience of any man, Mina was never truly satisfied.

"Alright, student Kirishima," Mina had thrust her finger into Kirishima's chest. "Follow me to the hole-y wall and watch the master do her job!"

Once more, Shouto was outside the door, the woman seemingly materialized from thin air in her same powder blue ava tea party dress and ruby red smile.

"Welcome back! For four patrons this time?" the woman gleefully smiled, her gloved fingers clasping below her chin.

"For one, actually," Mina spoke up first, "I'm teaching these boys—"

"I've actually never had a problem," Shouto spoke up, his calm and collected gaze unwaveringly met the hostess despite the chilling horror and embarrassment of his words that crawled up his spine. At the same time, Mina looked up him and down with a small, small smirk. "I'll be taking a spot."

"Ho ho, well, excuse me," Mina giggled, turning back to the hostess with a brightness to her stance. "Two spots then. I have boys to teach!"

"Of course!" the hostess spoke unaffectedly by the group's dynamics. "Please enjoy yourselves! This part is a special treat for you lovely patrons, don't forget to be mindful of our poor angels stuck in the wall!"

The door opened, and in the group of four walked in.

If Shouto had been taken by surprise the first time, he was beyond belief the second time he entered this same room. His first time coming, there had only been those beautiful glory holes, but this time? There were no material holes.

Where the holes used to be, there were only large holes where the person assigned to the area was now presented to the public.

Asses curved to the sky, asses pointed to the ground. Cocks leaking, limp, and red with overstimulation, cunts soaked, throbbing, and swollen with overuse. It was indeed as if these individuals had been stuck in a wall, and Shouto already felt his cock twitch in his carnal lust and need to see just how you were positioned. How he prayed that you were at your spot, laying on your stomach, ass hanging out to the world waiting for his cock to claim you, waiting for him to ruin you. He wanted to feel your liquid lust drip from your cunt, splashing and trailing down your inner thigh.

Shouto didn't bother saying goodbye to his friends, the smell of sex, and his own lust switching his brain onto a one-track mindset with the growing need to get to you immediately.

And almost to his raging hormonal anger, he came to the aisle where you were parked, and while his heart hammered with the growing pleasure to see your ass hanging in the air, your thighs pressed to the wall, his vision turned red at the sight of some no-named man rutting his ugly cock between your dry folds.

In no time flat, Shouto was behind the man, his hand fisting into the collar of the man's shirt and tearing him away from him.

"Mine." he all but growled, his aura darkening while he glared at the red-faced idiot who attempted to cover himself up in the act of running away.

It didn't matter that what Shouto did was probably entirely rude and could result in him getting thrown out, you were his, and no way was someone going to fuck you when he was there. The weirded out gazes that fell upon him temporarily did nothing to Shouto, his focus back onto your squirming bottom, no doubt weirded out by the sudden lack of contact.

But with a sigh, his fingers combing the few falling free strands of hair out of his face, Shouto stood centimeters from your shifting thighs, watching you continue squirming until he finally moved. His hands pressed against your supple, smooth ass, enjoying the way you fit against his hands perfectly.

He stepped forward, allowing the bulge of his strained cock to press against the top of your ass — the perfect height for him. Shouto leaned forward, his forehead once more pressing against the cold wall, his eyes taking in the still visible scorch marks he had left behind and chuckled deep in his throat.

"I'm back, my precious whore, I bet you missed me," Shouto spoke through the wall, hoping that you would respond back to him. He thought he could hear an agreeing sound on the other side of the wall, another layer of muffled, and he wondered if maybe you had been gagged. The thought made him exhale slowly, his hips strained from rutting against you, but against his belief, your ass ground against his hardening cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. "You did miss me, huh?"

His calloused fingers moved from your supple ass to the outsides of your thighs, feather-soft touches skimming your skin, leaving behind trails of goosebumps and twitching nerves. Shouto's gaze remained hard on your body, watching how you completely stilled when he found his fingers against the inner part of your thigh and just shy of the excessive heat that was radiating from your cunt.

And he leaned down, his lips pressing against the curve of your ass, his eyes partially hooded when he felt you relax against his hold. But the relaxed position you held quickly erased the moment his teeth sunk into your skin, and his finger pressed against your swollen clit.

Immediately, your body arched, a weak attempt to buck out of his hold while he heard a muffled cry from the other end of the wall. But Shouto was a hero, he was some with extreme control over his body, and as his tongue moved to soothe your throbbing ass, one finger continued to delicately dance against your clit, while the other shifted over to your softly beating cunt.

Shouto groaned against your skin, his pants feeling too tight, the material of his underwear too hot and stiff for how strained his cock was right now, yet it was nothing to the feeling of your tight, wet, hot cunt. In and out, he pumped his finger, curling the long digit against your puffy spongey walls, the thumb on your clit circulating in slow, intentional figure-eights until you were pathetically rising and falling against his finger, a garbled whine for more barely audible through the wall. He chuckled at the feeling of your inner walls forcible clenching against his intruding finger, and he rewarded you with a second finger.

"Doesn't this feel good?" Shouto groaned, his body straightening back up so that he was flushed against your ass, his forehead resting on the wall, and his now free hand slowly grinding your ass against his crotch.

He watched you with the intensity of a predator stalking their prey, his mouth twitching into a smirk when your toes curled with a sudden drag of his fingers over a ribbed area of your core. Growling in need, Shouto's hips slammed into you, mindlessly fucking you even with his clothes on. His fingers doubled in speed and intensity until the rapid clenching of your walls was unignorable around his fingers.

His forearms ached slightly with his continued fingering, his thumb almost stiff as he continued to assault your clit, but with the arching of your back, the stuttering of your hips as an impeding orgasm was growing bigger and stronger. Shouto barely registered the sight of his own hand rising and falling heavily onto your ass, the sound of the spank echoing loudly, but that had pushed you over the edge.

A loud mewl sounded from the wall, your legs trembling entirely uncontrollably against Shouto, who still drove his hard crotch into your soaked cunt. He didn't care if you were to wet the expensive suit, his mind now solely on the fact that he needs to claim you, needs to sink his cock all the way in, and make sure you were bruised for days to come.

Wasting no time, Shouto sheds off his pants and his underwear, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud before aligning his already hard and swollen cock head to your clenching, sopping cunt. Shouto nearly shivers as he grips his fingers into your ass, his eyes mesmerized with how your flesh molds to his grasp, moving and shifting accordingly. With only a moan as a warning, Shouto wasted no time in pressing his cock to your cunt, and thrusting in with a single, sharp thrust.

If he had thought your cunt was tight with just your fingers, if he had thought the instance where you had vacuumed your mouth while sucking him off was tight, he was in a world of surprises when he came through from entering you. Your cunt was hot and oh so fucking tight around him, milking him dry of all and any precum that he had gathered at his swollen slit. Your inner walls flutter around him, intensely and quickly trying to adjust to the monstrous thickness that he was, and he could hear the pained panting pleasure of you through the wall, and he almost lost it at the keen whine on your tongue.

He shifted, moving his hips just so slight as to regain what little sanity he had left to ensure that you were thoroughly and roughly fucked.

"Fuck," Shouto moaned, his fingers digging bruises into your skin, his skin feeling sticky and sweaty as he felt you continue trembling beneath him. "For a fucking whore, you have a really tight cunt. I bet you wished I had used fucking lube, huh?"

Shouto took a tentative thrust into you, his legs quivering at the feeling of the way your cunt gripped his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move as he did. "Should've made your pussy wetter then," he spoke in a near whisper to the wall, unsure if you had heard him as he began his conquest in fucking you.

With his fingers gripping your hips, he enjoys the way you bruise against his hold, almost as much as he enjoys the way the wall rocks with every slam of his brutal hips.

The sounds of his cock slamming into your sopping cunt send loud, wet noises ringing in his ears, sending a few other nearby patrons to turn their heads to look at him - to look at him in his conquest of claiming you as his. It only fueled him on, and he picked up his pace until there was a medley of sounds: his thighs crashing against your ass, the squelching of your wet cunt against his thick cock, and your thighs slapping the wall.

Shouto growled at the feeling of your cunt stretching for him, the tremble of your legs, the way your feet twisted and curled against his knees, almost as if in a silent beg to get him impossibly closer, to make him fuck you impossibly faster, harder.

His gorging fingers break your skin, and Shouto delights in the painful, garbled scream from your side of the wall. Your body is weak against him, yet he can still feel your hips jutting against his rutting hips, your body desperately trying to keep up with his insane speed and lust.

And when his hand presses to your lower back and the other right above your crotch so that he can raise you higher, the new angle of penetration sends Shouto fumbling for strength. It's then he can feel the head of his cock pressing against your cervix, your toes digging into his skin as he continues to pound away at your cervix, and he takes the rolling shrieks and moans from your mouth like a good thing.

"Such a good fucking whore, I never found many of you who enjoyed when I literally rearranged their guts," Shouto huffed, his fingers tweaking and yanking at your clit until you were shaking in his arms. "You're enjoying this so much, I bet you wanted this the entire time after I left, didn't you? You wanted my cock in your pussy, I wanted to have my seed pumped into you until everyone knows that you're mine. You'd look so pretty pregnant with my babies, your stomach swollen, and your tits just fucking leaking milk for our children, huh?"

It's then that your cunt around his cock becomes a vice grip, and Shouto shudders at the feeling of your orgasm rocking through you, your pathetic keens barely audible in his blood rushing ears. And he continues, Shouto could feel the familiar sensation of his nerves being shot out, the feeling of your cunt desperately trying to milk him of his seed and worth as you grew limper in his arms, his fingers raking raised lines against your ass, forever marking himself against you, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, his mind solidifying over the need to somehow appear where you were now so he could fuck you with no restraint. He thought of your crossed eye gaze, the possible spit pouring from your mouth as you took his every drop of seed greedily into your cunt. He imagined seeing your eyes spilling with tears, seeing your fingers rip into the fabric as he fucked you with no restraint, and with his imagination, he lost himself.

Shouto continued to blindly ram his cock into your cunt, a savage, insane last attempt to spill himself into you, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your cunt pathetically clenched against his hammering cock, finally sending his left hand to the wall, fire bursting from his palm as finally his orgasm tears through him. Shit, shit, "Shit!"

Shouto's temples are damp with sweat, and his vision swims with his overwhelming desire for you and the need to get to your room without destroying the wall to completion.

He picks up his pants and underwear, quickly fixing himself up so that he's almost remorse in the way that he can't appreciate watching his cum spill from your cunt, but the lack of you on his cock is enough to have him zipping up his pants and racing to where the hostess appears.

She doesn't stand a chance when both fire and ice bite against her neck.

"How do I get into the rooms?"

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After being caught flirting with whoever you had pinky promised, you had been gagged. It wasn't a bad thing per se, that man had been the last person to visit you when the room was still functioning as glory holes. With the new stuck in the wall theme, it only invited men and women to be aggressive, and a part of you guiltily and ashamedly enjoyed how rough they would get in there attempt to hear you against the gag.

But you couldn't help the flutter in your cunt and in your heart when the familiar voice of the pinky promise man sounded through the wall. Right now, however, your body felt wholly and thoroughly used. Every inch of your asscheeks and cunt was abused, but the orgasm that came with his fucking was otherwordly.

There was still nothing to prevent the shameful clog in your throat when he abandoned you after a single orgasm, but then again, you didn't expect the door to your cubicle to be thrown open, and a man stood there with a black kitsune mask. You wondered who it was, but there was the distinctive, infamous red and split white hair behind the cover, and you whimpered at the sudden shame at being caught like this by a Pro Hero you absolutely adored.

The mask was torn from his face, the door closing behind him, and you were ripped back into the tight cubicle, pressed flush against his chest as he sealed off the hole with his ice. You were speechless as his obviously hard cock pressed against your diaphragm, and you trembled upon hearing the zipper of his pants coming down.

And the voice of one Todoroki Shouto sent shivers down your spine, reigniting the flame in your cunt.

"I got to fuck your mouth and your cunt through other people's rules, I think it's about time I get to fuck you however I see fit."

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha

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And this is now the final commission from last year. I'm kind of a week late, but I don't think anyone minds it too much.

This one is for my troll stuff, because y'all know I love this setting with all my heart. In this one we learn about how trolls gained their gift of healing and how that works exactly. I also introduce the fantastic concept of trolls calling every giant god either Aunt or Uncle.

The wildfire lasted days. It raged on through day and night until it could rage no more. By the end a large portion of the forest had turned to ash, and only a few trees were left standing amidst the destruction. But like nature burned so must it now grow anew.

And that is where he came in. A young man, a druid of the circle that watched over these woods. He walked through the embers and ashes, twigs cracking under his feet. His staff dragged on the ground, seeking the small signs of life buried under the destruction, bringing life to each seed and sprout that still clung to this world.

What he didn’t expect was to find a person buried there too. A troll nearly three times as tall as he was, skin as red as fire, and a large pair of horns on their head though one had been cracked in half. They were stuck beneath two fallen trees, unconscious, but alive.

The man did not waste any time.

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Vrede woke up with her head aching, and her lungs burning. Her vision was a blur, with bright lights threatening to blind her once more. She shielded her eyes with the back of her hand, a growl forming in her throat on instinct, but soon turning into a coughing fit. Did she swallow ash?

“Easy there, easy,” called a voice she didn’t recognize, speaking in the common tongue of small folk, “just lay down and rest for a moment.”

She did as asked, but not before rasping, “water.”

“Right, of course,” the voice replied again, followed by the sound of rushing steps. When they came back she heard the voice say, “it isn’t much, but I hope it’s enough.”

It wasn’t. The waterskin they got her was meant for small folk, and barely did anything for her thirst and her aching throat. “More,” she growled, another cough punctuating the command.

It took three more trips before she got enough water for her cough to fully subside. By then her vision had recovered well enough to get a grasp of her surroundings. It wasn’t a small hut, but a stable attached to a large cottage - by small folk standards that is - beneath her was an improvised bed made of hay. As insulting as it was to have been put to sleep with the animals, she understood that this was probably the only way they had to house someone her size.

Her host for his part was an older small folk, she couldn’t quite tell which kind he was as their variety was simply staggering, but his hair was grey, and his eyes were kind. Behind him was another small folk, a smaller and younger one, who avoided making eye contact with her.

“Where am I?” Vrede asked, “what happened?”

“You are in a commune of the Circle of Wildfire, and under its protection,” the man calmly informed, “as to what happened, my apprentice here found you in the ashes of the forest fire. He healed you to the best of his ability, and helped us bring you here.”

Vrede eyed the young man curiously, he had saved her life, and yet he refused to look at her? Well that was odd.

“Thank you for saving my life,” she spoke, trying to make her gratitude clear even through her thick accent.

“No problem,” he replied, his voice a squeak.

This wouldn’t do, “is something the matter?”

“I am… not deserving of your thanks,” he answered, much to Vrede’s confusion.

“What do you mean?”

The boy looked to the master, who calmly elucidated.

“My boy here has heard many tales of your kind’s innate healing. So when he saw you with half a hand missing and a stump burned off,” as he spoke she stopped to examine her burned hand, it was intact, probably due to some actual healing magic from either of them “,he thought if he cut it all off that you would heal over the stump once again.”

“And then the healing stopped at the stump again,” Vrede finished, having now understood the cause of the boy’s stress she sighed and looked at him once more, “it’s okay, kid, it isn’t the first time I lost a hand, it probably won’t be the last. At least you were trying to help.”

“But I still--”

“You had no way of knowing,” she interrupted, getting tired of this, “please do not blame yourself, I certainly don’t blame you.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” he quietly replied, “but I don’t understand. I thought if I cut off the burn that you would be able to heal over it.”

“Yeah, that’s because uncle Surt wouldn’t approve of that,” she began to explain, but was cut short by the growling of her stomach, “how about I tell you that one over dinner?”

“Ah, perfect!” The master declared, “food and a story. Sounds like a wonderful way to start the evening.”

After some setting up they managed to bring food to the stables so they could all eat together.

“I’m no story teller,” Vrede informed, “so it won’t be anything like my grandpa used to tell.”

“Oh, don’t worry yourself,” the master insisted, “any story worth telling is worth telling poorly.”

“Alright,” she nodded, took a bite of her food, and began her story, “Vaprak, the first troll, was the bastard child of some giant gods. That meant they were smaller, and weaker, than the other gods. They also had no place among the other giants… at least at first.”

That one was a different story, one she couldn’t recall as much.

“Through considerable resilience and even more stubbornness, they managed to earn us a place among giants, which is why we share our lands with them now,” she continued, choosing to ignore the part about the moon, because that one would only cause more confusion, “so Vaprak just proved to be way tougher than anyone expected, and managed to earn their family a new home. Which was all well and good, but they did have a small problem. Their daughters were only demigods and were much frailer than them, and whatever children they’d have would be even frailer and more mortal.”

“Wouldn’t that just make them like everyone else?” The apprentice asked.

“Yes, but Grandpa Vaprak didn’t want that for their kids, not when all their cousins were twice their size and could control the elements,” she continued, “imagine one of their kids trying to play with Uncle Thrym and ending up with all their bones broken? They couldn’t afford that, so they had an idea.”

“They walked up to Annam, god of all giants, and asked them to bless their children so that we could only cross into the afterlife whole, and that any piece of us that falls or breaks be returned to us so we can do the crossing of whole body and soul,” Vrede paused, trying to make sure she got the phrasing right, “see, so we don’t actually heal, we just get back whatever piece of us was lost.”

“I must say that is quite unsettling actually,” the boy replied, more than a little weirded out by the thought of a person’s fleshy bits reemerging from the afterlife, “and shouldn’t your hand have returned to you anyways?”

“Well if Grandpa had gotten Annam’s blessing without a fuss, then maybe,” she answered, “but all our Aunts and Uncles decided they didn’t like that. The gods of giant-kind didn’t like the little bastard child walking into their father’s hall and making demands. So they each put them through a different challenge, to make them earn their blessing.”

She paused for a moment, trying to think what the next part was. Damn it, this was supposed to be the good part.

“I don’t really remember what each challenge was, but what matters is that they all thought their challenges were impossible, but each time Vaprak outsmarted them, outplayed them. And once they were finally done they walked up to Annam and asked for the blessing again. But Uncle Surt, being a sore loser, accused Grandpa Vaprak of being a treacherous cheat and placed a curse on us.”

She puffed her chest, made herself as large as she could and did her best to mimic how her grandpa used to do Surt’s booming voice.

“None of your children will ever find safety in my domain! Where fire burns, where lava flows, where acid eats the world, you will find no home, and no solace! All that burns belongs to me and me alone, and I will return nothing to your children!”

The apprentice shrunk at the sight of the giant half demon troll making herself even larger and louder. Vrede could almost laugh, but she found the poor boy had gone through enough.

“And that’s why we can’t heal from fire,” she concluded, shrinking herself back down to her usual posture.

“So the reason my apprentice failed is because an angry god put a curse upon all your kind?” The master asked, casually, earning a nod from the troll, “see, my boy, there is no shame in not beating those odds.”

“I guess you’re right,” the boy sighed, accepting this as the closest he’ll get to a victory, “and at least my magic managed to heal you anyways. I guess the curse only applies to your own healing.”

“Yeah, Uncle Surt was really angry when he found that out,” she added, thinking the boy needed a boost to his confidence, “so congrats, kid, you just made the god of all fire giants very miffed.”

That didn’t help him at all.

#D&D #trolls #dnd trolls #reworked troll lore #fanfic

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years ago

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Ransom stares at you from across the room as you bring your glass of wine to your lips, you can tell as he’s biting that buttery cookie what he’s thinking about, it’s all over his face.

The light blush rises in your cheeks, watching him just over Joni’s shoulder, shes to self-absorbed to notice your not paying attention, Ransom does though.

Abruptly he stands and leaves the room, heading for the stairs. Drawing yourself away, you go up to, quiet as a mouse cause they squeak. When you get to the top, Ransom beckons you into a spare bedroom and once you slip in, the door shuts and he crowds you against the door, pinning you against it with his hips, hands on each side of you closing you in.

“There’s my girl…”

Chris is in the middle of a talk show, and your sitting in the crowd, watching your man. Damn you can see he’s a bit nervous, the way his hands are moving just as fast as his words, and he keeps breaking out in shy grins and overabundant laughs.

His eyes seek out yours and you mouth to him ‘Relax, you got this.’ and automatically his shoulders drop a bit and you see a deep inhale, a bit more calmness in his face as he turns back to the host.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

Ari watches the beachfront as you moan softly, rolling in the bed to sit up, clutching the sheet to your chest as you blink the sleep out of your eyes.

“Handsome, what are you doing up?” you whisper, and he looks over his shoulder.

“Sorry baby, just watching the sun come up.”

You stretch to a stand and come over, your hand sliding along his back as you tuck up against his side, smiling at the way the sun was inching its way over the water. “It is beautiful…” You nuzzle his chest and lean against him for a moment.

Soon his hands are sliding under the sheet and he yanks it away, carrying you back to the bed. “You really think Im done with you yet Baby?”

Steve, he’s shy. But he can’t help but notice you as you working on some project for Howard Stark. You glance at him a few times, but he is to quick to keep a gaze, looking down and away. Finally, you set your clipboard down and approach him, holding out your hand. Bashful blue eyes of the super-soldier lift from your hand to your face.

“I’m Y/N” you say and his hand falls into yours, bit, large, and warm. It feels comfortable there and a relieved smile crosses his face.

“I’m Steve.”

He loved you, more then he could know.

It was in the way you would crash on the couch next to him and shove a bowl of Capn’ Crunch in his hands without him asking, or how you would perch in his lap at his computer and read over a chapter he was unsure about. How when he got frustrated, you NEVER backed down, but challenged him head on to face his problems instead of running away. It was the nights he would find you awake, worrying yourself and he would pull you into his hold so that for once he could take care of you instead of you taking care of him. All these things he had a hard time saying to you, thanking you for, so he cupped your face in his hands and poured it all into a kiss, one that swept you into his embrace, losing yourself into it. When he pulled away.

You whispered. “what was that for?” and his thumbs brushed along your cheeks.

“Because I love you Y/N.”

“ya know what, superpowers bitches! I got them, ya sure you wanna mess with me?”

Your gun is trained, your ready. As soon as Jensen started finger cocking his way across the men, you dropped them one by one. You could hear him in the earpiece you were wearing responding to your shooting. “Fuck baby, every single one, it’s so fucking hot when you go all sniper for me.”

You are dismantling your gun, rolling your eyes. “Jensen get your ass out of there now.”

“Aye Aye Boss.” He states and you snort with a laugh hearing him.

Ari’s hands clasp together and you look away from his pleading face. “Don’t, you can’t ask this of me, Ari. I told you I couldn’t do this anymore.”

“Do what Y/N? save lives, we were so fucking good at it. You were good at it.” You can hear the resolve in his voice, the way he was ready to keep going at you till you broke.

“This, Me and You. Ari, we are so… destructive together. You hit me like a ton of fucking bricks, and I’m left shattered every fucking time. It took me a year to get over you the last time I saw you. Your just… you’re not good for me.” You start taking care of supplies, and you can feel him coming behind you, letting his hands rest against your hips.

“It wasn’t easy for me either, but I had to go back, you didn’t want to.” He said softly, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder and you shuddered in his hold. “It will be different.”

Lies, Ari was the master at them, and the fool you were, you just went along every fucking time.

Colin laid there the next morning, the slight bit of stubble already making its way across his chin, and his sleepy moan made him open his blues, looking right at you. “Morning Babygirl.”

“Morning Colin,” You bite back a grin and he reached over, circling around your hip and bringing you in closer to his warmth. You nuzzle right into him, and he starts giving you lazy morning kisses, sighing in satisfaction against your lips.

“Your so beautiful first thing in the morning. I want to wake up like this forever.”

You had just finished treating his wounds, nothing serious thank god. But still, every time he came back from a mission, his beautiful features marred with bruises.

Ugh, it hurt to see. You tried to hide it, but he noticed the clipped quiet way you were afterward, and when you walked by him again, he grasped your wrist and pulled you into his lap.

“Hey Doll.” He would press his lips against your temple and cuddle you into his chest. “Thank you.”

“Your welcome Steve.” You would whisper back and tilt your head to lean against his and he would rub your back.

“Can I get a kiss from my best girl.” His blue eyes hopeful, and you would smile softly, nodding as he would cup your face, and draw you into a slow welcome home kiss.

Cause that’s that you were, his home. He would fight to always get back to his Best Girl.

It had been a long day, Mary had tooth and nail wanting to bring Fred into school today, and he had to explain to her a hundred times that although it was show and tell day, the cat wouldn’t appreciate spending the day in an unfamiliar place.

He finally managed to convince her to bring a set of her favorite legos instead.

Then in the boatyard, he was commissioned to fix what the man had called his dreamboat. It was a pile of rusted junk. Frank looked at it and immediately felt his temple pound, this job was a lot more then he would normally do, and the man wanted it done in five weeks. Well hell this was at least a six-week job. But it was good money. He agreed to do it.

Then you called. His love, his girl, his unknown factor in life. Normally he wouldn’t date, not while he had Mary. But you somehow stayed around. Respecting his need to be with his niece, you normally only came around on weekends until he was sure he was ready to introduce you two.

You never pushed him, never asked him the question he dreaded. You were just there, Friday’s meeting up with him, and circling your arm around him, leaning up to give him a kiss. “I missed you. Tell me about your week.”

You made it so fucking easy, he almost didn’t believe that you were real.

But seeing you come across your complex parking lot, putting your bag into the back of his truck, and climbing in the seat next to him, he reached for your hand. “Y/N, how would you feel… getting to meet Mary?”

His eyes are nervous but your eyes widened at this, a grin breaking on your face. “Are you sure Frank? I’m not rushing you.”

“No I mean it, I really want us to take it to the next step. If your ready that is”

You slid over closer, and ran your hand along his chest, and up to that scruff of his you loved so much. “Frank, I would love to meet Mary, and yes… Yes I would love to see where this goes.”

You leaned in and shared a kiss with him, sighing into it with a sense of peace that washed over him.

Better things were coming.

#for you #submission #frank Adler #steve rogers #ransom #me #colin shea #jake jensen #ari Levinson #chris Evans #sweater loves lielullaby

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horrifiant · 3 years ago

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hey do you know anything more about south asian communities and their histories with allowing AFAB gender nonconformity? were trans masc identities recognised? were lesbians? hoping to find a place to start looking for some more info, thank you!

ok ok ok i want to preface this VERY CLEARLY that i am white . my mom is south asian but i am Very White so i am not an expert at ALL . this being said :

• https://www.desirainbow.org/ is a great resource designed specifically for families (parents+kids) of queer desi individuals. they have a lot of ally resources including recorded zoom meetings you can watch of desi holiday discussion, as well as bits of history- and they host weekly discussions specifically for allies to ask about history and how to be a better ally for desi communities. although this is a contemporary resource I’m including it because those behind it are considered elders/adults and will have more historical stuff for you!

• https://www.queeringdesi.com/ is a podcast that unfortunately hasn’t been updated in a year, but was a desi specific space where the hosts invited different queer south Asians from DJs and drag artists, to proud parents of their trans kids on the show to talk about their experiences and whatever else. again this is one I wanted to include because of the diversity of the guests + their adult insights.

• https://sahodari.org/the-projects/transhearts/ i know again technically not history but i’d like to touch on this trans/nb specific charity based in india using artwork made by these various trans women seeking support.

• https://www.saqtc.org/directory-entertainment here is a HUGE directory of SA/Indian films, books and more all relating to LGBT+ specific subjects!

onto more specific resources:

• We Have Always Been Here, Samra Habib: A Queer Muslim memoir relating to the author’s experience as a child in Pakistan. (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43383506-we-have-always-been-here)

• The Truth About Me; A Hijira Life Story, A. Revathi: The autobiography of a young Hijira* growing up and finding her true life in Delhi after facing prosecution for being trans. (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8771361-the-truth-about-me?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=nXPFKgFQtF&rank=2#bookDetails)

• Moving Truth(s): Queer and Transgender Desi Writings on Family, Aparajeeta Duttchoudhury: An anthology of 13 real life accounts of South Asian queer people. (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25366330-moving-truth-s?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=HG7lB5AU7Q&rank=3)

*Hijra — this’ll be what you find talked about most specifically in conversations of SA/Indian history for GNC, as hijra has been used to describe trans people, intersex people, as well as being referred to as a ‘third gender’. It was harder for me to find a better source for purely because there’s multiple names for them, and I hate using the NYT as a source but unfortunately it’s probably the best overview of what being a Hijra means in SA communities. (https://www.nytimes.com/2018/02/17/style/india-third-gender-hijras-transgender.html)

This is a paper written specifically on transgender history within India, and mentions the Hijra’s impact in history relating back to 1500BC.

Here is another article (unfortunately BBC published, but written by an Indian correspondent) that covers more of the Hijra’s origins + newly found discrimination with the increasing western colonialism.

i want to add real quick though a lot of these sources refer to Hijra specifically as AMAB individuals later finding their femininity, the official historical definition was for anyone born who didn’t feel they fit into either male or female categories- so there’s no explicit mention of trans masculinity in these, but it’s fair to assume they were included.

again sorry with what seems like a dismissive link but I promise isn’t, wikipedia. i know. but this has a good set of references to again, how homosexuality changed with the ages and its involvement in art and sculptures- for MLM and WLW.

i hope any of this helps at all!! once again im not tying to like. talk on behalf of south asian queer people, i understand my experiences as a white person in Europe don’t line up with someone who actually is directly asian/indian . if any of these sources are incorrect please let me know, im happy to learn more too!!

#oof this was. a lot!#ask to tag

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clori-eden · 2 years ago

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LU Writer Appreciation Project 2023

hosted by @seekingseven (love yoouu!!)

My first gift for @lyrabythelake based on their lovely fanfic This Friendship is Built on Pyromania

Lyra!! Here is some more loving hours! Once again this was such a great read, your writing is very atmospheric and I’m always sucked into the world like I’m standing right there with the characters. It was so interesting to read Warriors perspective of Hyrule’s world. It’s such a big contrast to Hyrule’s perspective of things that they take for granted versus how excited the Traveler gets for something so normal in their respective lands. So when it came down to this particular scene, you can just feel the melancholy behind the characters for the loss, yet how awe inspiring and beautiful it was altogether. I love it!

#seriosuly seeking thank you for hosting this project once again #i enjoyed every bit of it #and lyra please enjoy your gift #I still have more to post #clorieden #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe discord #lu warriors #lu hyrule #luwap #luwap 2023

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petrichoravellichor · 4 years ago

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I’ve had a couple of people request this, so here ya go: my masterlist for the SPN Deserved Better 31 Days Creative Challenge hosted by the wonderful @foundfamily4eva , in which I basically tried to fix canon for as many of the characters as I could, not just Team Free Will 2.0 + Eileen (although those five all definitely got the endings they deserved, too!).

Romance-wise, the following ships got at least one work featuring that ship as the sole/primary one: Destiel, Saileen, Midam, Dreamhunter, Dodio, AU Charlie/Stevie, Amara/Rowena.

Individual character/platonic pair-wise, here are the characters who got at least one work featuring them as the primary character(s): Alex Jones, Bela Talbot, Becky Rosen, Benny Lafitte & Emma Winchester, Bobby Singer & Rufus Turner, Cas & Claire Novak, Cas & Jack Kline, Jack Kline & Amara, Jack & Kelly Kline, Donatello Redfield, Gabriel & Meg, Gadreel, Kaia Nieves, Kevin & Linda Tran, Miracle the Dog.

(Crowley is also getting his happy ending, but what was supposed to be a short fic is currently at about 10k, so I’ve split that off into a separate project that will be up within a few weeks.)

Lastly, some honorable mentions/characters that got their happy endings in minor roles in other fics: Alicia & Max Banes, Aaron Bass, AU Bobby Singer, Ellen & Jo Harvelle & Ash, Jenny the Vampire (well...not happy for her: I managed to kill her off twice in two separate fics and in ways that were infinitely more satisfying than in canon and was very happy about it 😄).

All fics are canonverse fix-its and are listed below the cut, grouped roughly by primary ship/featured character(s) and with summaries, approximate word counts, and links to Ao3 when cross-posting occurred.

I hope these bring as much closure to those who read them as they did to me while I wrote them, and if they make you feel any sort of way, I’d love to hear about it via likes/comments/reblogs/asks! 💙

Begin and End There [T, ~5.5k words, Cas & Jack, Destiel]

After the Empty takes him, Castiel wakes up in the last place he expected, with a second chance at happiness when he reunites with Dean and the latter finally gets to speak his truth. (read on Ao3 or tumblr [part 1] [part 2])

Let’s Misbehave [G, ~600 words, Destiel]

They finally listen to the mixtape and dance. That’s it, that’s the fic. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Cas, Not Castiel [G, ~225 words, Destiel]

Another angel, Hester, had once bitterly remarked that Castiel was lost the moment he laid a hand on Dean in Hell. Years later, after all was said and done, Cas found that he agreed. (read on tumblr)

The Dead Man Lives, Carry On [T, ~1.3k words, Dean Winchester & Dean Winchester, background implied Destiel]

It’s one thing to tell yourself you’re bi. It’s a whole other thing to involve time travel. Then again, when has Dean Winchester ever done things the easy way? OR, the one in which a certain side character from season 1 gets dead a whole heck of a lot sooner. You’re welcome. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

From Heaven With Love [G, ~500 words, Cas & Claire]

During the first Christmas following Chuck's defeat, Castiel surprises Claire with a letter from her parents. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Home Is Where the Love Is [G, ~350 words, background Destiel, background Saileen]

Miracle POV, in which Miracle reflects on his new home/family. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Namesake [G, ~600 words, Destiel, background Saileen]

When Sam and Eileen first tell Dean they want to name their unborn son after him, Dean's reaction is one of shock. He plays it off with a joke, though. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Clear As Day [T, ~700 words, Saileen]

Newly returned to existence thanks to Jack, Eileen reunites with Sam; OR, the Saileen reunion we were denied in 15x20. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

It Takes a Village [G, ~300 words, Saileen]

Expecting their first child, Sam and Eileen talk about becoming parents. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Of Love and Loss (and Love) [T, ~350 words, Sam/every canon relationship he’s had w/ endgame Saileen]

For a long time, Sam thought he was done with love. (read on tumblr)

Mother of God [G, ~225 words, Jack & Kelly Kline]

After reuniting his angel dad with his two human dads and rebuilding Heaven, the first thing Jack did was visit his mom. (read on tumblr)

The Happiest Place on Earth [G, ~150 words, Jack & Amara]

In which Amara finally gets to bond with her great-nephew...at Disneyland! :D (read on tumblr)

Good Tidings We Bring [G, ~450 words, Donatello, Jack & Amara]

In which Amara returns Donatello's soul...for Christmas! :D (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Et Nos Cedamus Amori [M, ~550 words, Amara/Rowena]

Rowena wore the crown like she was born to it, and Amara had to admit, it looked good on her. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

What We Deserve [T, ~2.6k words, Midam]

After helping the Winchesters defeat Chuck, Michael avoids Adam until one day, Adam seeks him out; OR, the soft epilogue these two deserved, damn it. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

With Every Fiber of My Being [T, ~900 words, Midam]

After defeating Chuck, Michael and Adam choose each other. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Tender Loving Care [G, ~250 words, Dreamhunter]

Kaia's flu is nothing serious, but that doesn't stop Claire from doting on her. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

An Angel and a Demon Walk Into a Bar [T, ~2.1k, Gabriel & Meg]

After escaping from the Empty, Gabriel wanders into a bar, where it turns out he’s not the only one back from the dead. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Rebar Not Included [T, ~1.5k words, Dodio, background Destiel]

Jody and Donna help out the Winchesters by looking into an Ohio case involving masked vampires, and what do you know: not only do they manage to kill a certain side character from season 1 but they ALSO make it through without dying! Oh, and they kiss, just because they can. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Heal [T, ~1.1k words, Charlie/Stevie]

Charlie’s being distant, and Stevie doesn’t understand why. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Homecoming [T, ~500 words, Kevin & Linda Tran]

In which Kevin Tran gets the happy ending he deserved. (read on tumblr)

When Life Imitates Art [G, ~500 words, Becky Rosen]

Becky starts a new job as a staff writer for HBO's upcoming adaptation of the Supernatural book series. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Family Don’t End in Blood [T, ~300 words, Alex & Wayward Sisters]

A decade ago, if someone had asked Alex what family meant, she would have said blood and believed it. (read on tumblr)

Home [T, ~300 words, Kaia & Wayward Sisters]

In which Kaia finally has a home. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

The Golden Years [G, ~600 words, Bobby & Rufus, implied Bobby/Ellen]

In which, now that Bobby’s finally enjoying retirement in the new Heaven, he’d really like to just forget about that one time he kissed Crowley. Unfortunately for him, Rufus has other plans. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Be at Peace [G, ~600 words, Gadreel, background Gadreel/OFC]

In which Gadreel escapes the Empty and gets a soft epilogue. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Well Met [G, ~200 words, Benny & Emma]

In hindsight, faking his own death is the best thing Benny’s ever done. (read on tumblr)

The Right Hand [T, ~175 words, Bela Talbot]

Some closure for Bela Talbot, anyone? (read on tumblr)

Screw Sad Finales: Here’s to Victory Parties! [G, ~350 words, Gen with a few non-TFW background ships hinted]

After defeating Chuck, Sam and Dean throw a party! With appearances by Cas, Eileen, Jack, the Wayward Sisters, Adam and Michael, Charlie and Stevie, Kevin and Linda Tran, Rowena, Amara, Garth and his family, Bobby, Max and Alicia Banes, and Aaron Bass. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

#destiel #deancas #saileen #midam #dreamhunter #dodio #spn femslash #spn #supernatural #spndbcc #spn spoilers #spndbcc masterlist #my writing

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mysimsloveaffair · 4 years ago

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SCRAPPED STORY CHALLENGE by @bugsims

CHALLENGE RULE post a few screenshots from a scrapped scene / edit / story share why you scrapped this specific thing. tag five friends, and watch the fun play out!

I have way too many scrapped stories...this time I was tagged by @ice-creamforbreakfast. Thanks a bunch!

I completed a 132 chapter story using the Sims 3 Medieval Game that was released back in 2011. It was about an unlikely queen with no royal blood, named Chalyela. (Wanna read it? Here you go: Kingdom of Archolia)

Somewhere in the middle of me writing the first story, an expansion pack for the game, called Pirates and Nobles, came out. I purchased it and decided that I’d use it to write a new generation of the story. However, I ended up losing my computer to a failed hard drive. When I was able to get a new computer, I discovered that my new computer could not run the Sims Medieval game (it was a big issue for a lot of fans of the game at the time).

It took years (until 2015) before an “ultimate fix” was released that would allow the game to be played on newer computers (and even longer than that before there was a patch 👿). Happy to finally be able to play again, I still had ambitions to write the new generation. The story description went like this...

After the death of the Great Queen Chalyela, following a weak rule by her heir Ivan the 2nd, Archolia fell into the hands of its enemies. After many years of hosting great battles and sieges, the kingdom lay in utter ruin. Chalyela’s great-great-grandson, Ivan the 5th, finally recaptured the land of his forefathers and became ruler of the land. However, Ivan was nothing like his great-great-grandmother. Years of hard living taught him to be evil and cruel. Now he seeks to rebuild the once-great kingdom.

This generation was going to have witches, torture, pirates, and all sorts of fun evil stuff. I wrote five chapters of the new generation before my passion for the project ultimately fizzled out. That three years that I spent waiting for a fix killed my motivation for the story.

Now it lies as a draft on my new website. I seriously doubt that I’ll ever dust it off and try again, but I try never to say never!

I’m going to tag a few people, but feel free to ignore... @jessiejaysims | @simplymelaninated | @medleymisty | @pixelddump | @treason-and-plot and @nadzicle

#replies #diego2memphis #who is diego2memphis #mslatbd

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bamon4bamily · 4 years ago

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TVD 9x14 - Happy Friendsgiving! (Part 2)

Cut to – The Salvatore mansion cottage. Damon and Bonnie are showing Kai around; helping him settle in.

DAMON: Okay, it shouldn’t be hard to manage. Stay put, tune down the crazy, and don’t kill anyone. Think you can handle that?

KAI: The only thing I’ll have any trouble handling, is seeing your face on a daily basis. You have a rat face!

DAMON: Aw, ouchy! What are we, five?

KAI: Right back at you.

DAMON: Uhm, okay then…

BONNIE: Guys, it’s Thanksgiving, try to play nice.

KAI: He started it!

DAMON: Anyway, unlike you, we actually have plans. Don’t worry, we packed the fridge with blood bags and microwave dinners; sure you’ll find something that resembles turkey. Plus (points to a karaoke machine and a jukebox), you have plenty to keep you entertained; and (mocking) Miss Cuddlestein for company, so, looks like you’re set.

BONNIE: (Feeling bad for leaving him to have dinner on his own) Wait… (To Damon, telepathically) we can’t leave him alone, it’s Thanksgiving, it ain’t right.

DAMON: Bon, Care will kill you.

BONNIE: Doesn’t hurt to ask… (grabs her phone, sends a text. Keeps tele conversing with Damon as she waits for a reply).

DAMON: What about the others? They might not be ready for a Kai reunion just yet. Thought we were gonna ease them into it…

BONNIE: I know, but sometimes it’s better to rip off the band-aid; get it over with.

DAMON: Guess now is as good a time as any…

BONNIE: (Gets a reply) Care says it’s a go, as long as we keep him in line.

DAMON: I have a feeling this is going to be a long night…

KAI: (Looking at them with confusion, waves his hands in front of their faces; talks with a robot voice) Ground control to Bonnie and Damon … What the heck is up with you two?!

BONNIE: Sorry, we needed a little one on one.

KAI: Ooh, you two can do that?! Can you try with me, Bon, pretty please?!

BONNIE: Hellz no! One step at a time. For now, what are you waiting for? Go get ready…

KAI: Are you serious?!

BONNIE: You heard me, so go. Care will definitely kill me if you show up wearing that.

KAI: (Overjoyed) You don’t have to tell me twice! (rushes to his room to change).

BONNIE: Have I completely lost my mind?

DAMON: Oh, Bon-Bon, hate to break it to you, but you lost it the minute you let this (referring to himself) slice of crazy into your life.

BONNIE: Well, then it’s been worth it (smirks and kisses him. Kai runs out of his room, changed, and excited). That was fast!

DAMON: (Mocking) I’m sure you hear that all the time.

KAI: Ha, ha, funny, Damon. Anyway, I may not have my powers, but I still have some tricks up my sleeve (gives Damon a sarcastic wink). So (turns to Bonnie), how do I look?

BONNIE: That’ll do; let’s go.

KAI: Uhm, excuse me?! That’ll do? It’s okay, Bonster, you can say it, I look hot!

BONNIE: (Smirks, teasing) Not bad, but I’ve seen better (Damon wiggles his eyebrows and points to himself). Okay, let’s go; Care is starting to bombard me with “where you at” texts.

Cut to – Fell’s church tombs. Veritas and Lucinda are getting ready to head out for their mystery Thanksgiving party.

VERITAS: (As Lucinda looks at herself in the mirror, he holds her from behind, caresses her hair, and kisses her cheek) You look like a goddess, my love. We might not be in Paris, but I promise you this night will be unforgettable.

LUCINDA: I trust it will be. How much longer will we be staying here?

VERITAS: Not much, my mission is almost complete.

LUCINDA: Good. Small towns are not a fit for me.

VERITAS: They have their charm.

LUCINDA: Not this one… (Turns around, looks into his eyes) Be true with me; does this have something to do with her?

VERITAS: In a way, but it’s not what you think.

LUCINDA: Do you still love her?

VERITAS: Of course I do. I always will, she is my wife.

LUCINDA: But you have been apart for decades; she is your wife only by contract.

VERITAS: Nevertheless, a vow is a vow.

LUCINDA: Where does that leave me?

VERITAS: Exactly where you are; here with me. Is that not enough?

LUCINDA: It is… as long as you promise me this is forever…

VERITAS: Till eternity (kisses her). We must head out now, we are running late, and our host has a low tolerance for tardiness.

Cut to – Munich, Germany. Thanksgiving dinner party at Pietro’s mansion. Pietro and Sage have sneaked off to his study for some alone time. After a passionate quickie, they have a drink and chat.

PIETRO: (Hands her a glass of bourbon, looks at her in amazement) What are you?

SAGE: (Laughs) What kind of question is that?!

PIETRO: I’ve lived for hundreds of years, have had plenty of encounters, there is no way you are human…

SAGE: I’m not sure if I should be flattered or insulted.

PIETRO: It’s definitely not an insult… (kisses her). Listen, I have a proposal for you…

SAGE: (Teasing) Slow down there, I’m not that good (winks).

PIETRO: (Smirks) Oh, trust me, you are. But it’s not that kind of proposal, more like a business one.

SAGE: I’m all about business, what’s on your mind.

PIETRO: How would you like to be the medical head of a groundbreaking, and I’m talking life changing, secret project?

SAGE: Well, I can’t say yes or no, if you don’t tell me what the “secret” project is…

PIETRO: There are too many protocols involved with disclosing that, and if you are on board, we will eventually get there. But for now, I just need to know if it might be something you would be interested in. If it helps to persuade you, I’ll tell you that you would be a key player in bringing forward a new world order of prosperity.

SAGE: That sounds ambitious, bordering on pretentious… I’m in!

PIETRO: I knew you were the right person to ask… Now, how about another go at it before we rejoin the party. (He grabs her, sits her on his desk, and there they go again…)

Cut to – The underground facility; a luxury ballroom. The place, amongst so many high-tech areas, seems as if it has been stopped in time. An uncanny mix of people, all strange in both attire and manner, begin to arrive. Augustus, the party host, is greeting them. A beautiful woman, holding a child’s hand, approaches him.

AUGUSTUS: Hello, darling (kisses her). You look breathtaking.

TAMARA: Thank you, love.

AUGUSTUS: (Pads the kid’s head) Hey, buddy!

LITTLE EDWARD: Hello, daddy.

AUGUSTUS: Come, our table is over here (walks them to the table, asks a “waiter” to open a bottle of champagne to serve Tamara). You guys settle in, let me greet the rest of the guests, I’ll be back to join you soon.

TAMARA: Guess what, moy malen'kiy geroy, mommy made her famous apple pie!

LITTLE EDWARD: Yummy! My favorite.

TAMARA: I know (sweet smile). Oh, and don’t worry, no live turkey this year, pinky swear. Miss Feathers is already a hand full (they laugh).

Cut to – The Powell mansion. Anthony and the Madame are having an early Thanksgiving dinner.

ANTHONY: I’m glad Mr. Powell decided to attend the Salvatore party, he needs new friends.

THE MADAME: He needs friends, period.

ANTHONY: Now more than ever. He might say he is fine, but we both know that isn’t true. Something happened when he was away, I can see it in his eyes.

THE MADAME: Me too… But he is resilient, I’m positive he will snap out of it, sooner or later.

ANTHONY: I truly hope it’s sooner rather than later; it hurts me to see him struggle.

THE MADAME: I know, but trust that he will be fine, as long as we are with him.

ANTHONY: Always… On another subject; Madame, I don’t want to intrude in your matters, but that visitor you received the other night left me warry, and concerned for you…

THE MADAME: Always so perceptive, nothing gets passed you. I thank you for caring.

ANTHONY: Of course I care, Madame, you are family.

THE MADAME: (Can’t hold it back any longer, breaks down) Oh, Anthony, I have made so many horrible mistakes over my lifetime…

ANTHONY: We all have, but that doesn’t define us.

THE MADAME: But it does… our mistakes are what reflect who we really are.

ANTHONY: You don’t really believe that, do you?

THE MADAME: I believe there is a thin line, and once you cross it, there is no turning back. I’m going to tell you something, but I need you to promise me you won’t say a word, especially to Edward; I don’t want him involved in this.

ANTHONY: You have my word, Madame.

THE MADAME: That man that came to visit me, his name is Veritas, my estranged husband. He is the one that turned me into a vampire, my sire. He created a side of me that I buried a long time ago, along with him; or so I thought…

ANTHONY: The minute I opened the door, I could sense something very wrong about him.

THE MADAME: It goes way beyond wrong, dear. He is evil incarnate, sadistic and depraved.

ANTHONY: Why has he come seeking for you?

THE MADAME: To be honest, I don’t know, and that absolutely terrifies me. He told me he was passing through, and just wanted to stop by to say hello. But I know him well, and saying hello is the last thing on his mind. Wherever he goes, chaos, death and destruction, soon follow…

ANTHONY: I will double security immediately, and make sure he never steps foot in this house again.

THE MADAME: It’s not that simple. If Veritas wants something, there is no stopping him.

ANTHONY: So, what do you suggest we do?

THE MADAME: Pray that he gets what he’s come here for, without collateral damage, and moves on.

ANTHONY: Do you think he will return to see you?

THE MADAME: It didn’t seem like it was his intent, but as I said, you never truly know with him.

ANTHONY: Nevertheless, I will place more security on the estate, make sure everyone is on guard. And, I know you don’t want Mr. Powell involved, but I think you should warn him, just in case our prayers aren’t heard.

THE MADAME: You are right, Anthony, as usual. I will talk to him tomorrow. (Looking sad) I was really hoping he would never find out about that part of my life…

ANTHONY: Madame, Mr. Powell loves you. He knows who you truly are. No matter what you have done in the past, he will keep loving you in spite of.

THE MADAME: (Sighs) I can only hope…

ANTHONY: No need for hope, Madame, that is a fact.

THE MADAME: Anthony, what would we ever do without you? You are the soul of this uncanny family of ours, never forget that.

ANTHONY: And I am forever grateful to be a part of it. (Puts his champagne glass up for a cheer) Happy Thanksgiving, Madame.

THE MADAME: Happy Thanksgiving, Anthony.

Cut to – the Salvatore mansion. Stefan, Caroline, Margo, Sergei, Iker, Katherine, Edward, Matt, Khuyana, Tyler and Lexi are having some drinks in the living room, waiting for the rest to arrive. Bonnie, Damon, and Kai, walk inside.

KAI: (Socially awkward and enthusiastic) Hey everyone, miss me?

DAMON: (Looks at him with a “uhm, no” face, given the resemblance of his greeting to the massacre wedding one). Really?

KAI: What?

DAMON: Just try to act like a normal person, at least through dinner.

KAI: Pot calling the kettle.

DAMON: That literally makes no sense... (To himself) I knew this was a terrible idea!

KAI: Well, who cares what you think, Bon-Bon invited me, so deal with it.

DAMON: Oh god, this is definitely going to be a long night (walks away, goes to greet everyone, and grab some drinks at the bar).

BONNIE: (Addressing the elephant in the room) Hi everyone, I know this might be awkward, and I’m to blame for that. Please bear with me, I assure you he’s harmless. And, if he gets on your nerves, just pretend he’s a funny looking alien wearing a tutu, trust me, it does the trick. Okay, now that that’s out of the way… (Damon hands her a drink) Happy Friendsgiving!

ABBY: (Who has just walked in with Klaus and Danae) I’ll cheer to that…

BONNIE: (Turns around) Mom...? What are you doing here?

KLAUS: She’s my plus one, love.

ABBY: Hello, Bonnie…

BONNIE: What the hell is going on?

DANAE: (Feeling the awkwardness of the moment) I’m going straight for the bar.

KLAUS: I’m coming with.

BONNIE: What is this, mom? You disappear, yet again, for years; and then you show up here, like it’s nothing… And, what are you doing with Klaus?! You know what, I don’t even wanna know, just stay away from me and we’ll be fine.

ABBY: Bonnie, please, I…

BONNIE: I said, I don’t want to hear it.

(She walks away, goes into the kitchen. Caroline and Damon follow her).

KATHERINE: (Entertained by the messiness of the situation) This is gonna be a fun night!

STEFAN: (Gives her a look) Katherine…

KATHERINE: Oh, come on, Stefan; have a little sense of humor! Kai, Bonnie’s mom, Klaus, me… this party is a recipe for disaster, you know it.

STEFAN: Well, when you’re right, you’re right. I say, let’s get drunk and ride it along.

KATHERINE: I love the way you think. Bourbon or tequila?

STEFAN: I think it’s a tequila kinda night.

KATHERINE: On it (goes to the bar, Kai is serving himself a drink). Malachai Parker, can’t believe they really let you out! I know Bonnie is bad-shit crazy, but I never expected this…

KAI: Katherine, the baddest bitch of all… So, where’s the man suit? I think I liked you better in that, and with some duct tape on your mouth… you talk too much.

KATHERINE: Listen, you might have everyone else fooled with this new persona of yours, but I know you Kai, the real you; so I’ll be watching you closely…

KAI: Ooh, kinky, Kitty Kat, but I’m not into that anymore. Our little hell “thingy” was just a temporary slip. You really need to get over it.

KATHERINE: (Sarcastic laugh) Oh, please, Mr. Minuteman, you wish, … Anyway, let’s try to keep things civil, just know I have my eye on you.

KAI: Well, take a picture and it will last longer.

KATHERINE: Really? That’s your come back?! Maybe you really are harmless…

KAI: Don’t hold your breath on that.

KATHERINE: Aw, just keeps getting worse (walks away).

Cut to – The Salvatore kitchen.

BONNIE: The balls on that woman, can you believe her?!

CAROLINE: Bonnie, I’m so sorry, I had no idea Klaus would be bringing her. I didn’t even know they were friends.

BONNIE: Knowing my mother, they’re much more than “friends”.

DAMON: Abby and Klaus? Makes no sense!

BONNIE: Nothing about Abby makes sense.

CAROLINE: I’m more than happy to ask them to leave.

BONNIE: No, it’s okay, Care, I’m not gonna let it affect me. Just had to vent for a bit, but I’m fine. She’s not ruining our Friendsgiving.

DAMON: Are you sure, Bon?! I can literally throw them out…

BONNIE: I’m sure. How much crazier can it get? I say, let’s get drunk and just ride it along. It might actually be kinda fun.

DAMON: I’m in!

CAROLINE: Oh, me too! Right after I serve dinner, of course… Nah, who am I kidding?! I’m already a little drunk… So, brace yourselves, control freak Caroline is off! (Serves them a shot of tequila) To an insane and careless Friendsgiving dinner! (They chug the shot).

BONNIE: Care, but you worked your ass off cooking all day, we at least have to make it through dinner with some sort of decency…

CAROLINE: Not exactly. I mean, we did work all day on it, but we got “distracted” at some point, and it all went downhill from there…

BONNIE: So, where did all this food come from?

CAROLINE: Uber eats… (they laugh). Oh, god, the Mayor… this is so embarrassing! I promised him a five-star menu!

BONNIE: Edward is cool, he won’t mind. If anything, I think he’ll appreciate a little recklessness.

DAMON: With the amount of pressure on that man’s back, I’m sure he will.

CAROLINE: Well, what’s important is that we are all together (Stefan walks in).

STEFAN: Guys, things are getting really awkward out there… I need some back-up.

CAROLINE: (Serves him a shot) We’ve decided to let go, and just enjoy! Whatever happens, happens!

STEFAN: Oh, I’m already three, more like four, steps ahead of you ...

(Suddenly, they hear Kai’s voice on a mic… “Happy Friendsgiving everyone! This is a little thank you wink for my long-lost friends”. He starts singing Alanis Morissette’s - Thank U)

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DAMON: Oh, this just keeps getting better and better… (Caroline serves them another shot, they chug it, laugh, and rejoin the group)

CAROLINE: (Takes the mic from Kai to .an announcement) Okay everyone, we are going to change this year’s dynamic, drastically. Dinner is officially a self-serve, whatever you want, whenever you want, banquet in the kitchen, so help yourselves. Entertainment station has already been set by my… whatever he is. And, well, you already know where the bar is. Happy Friendsgiving everyone!

Cut to – Munich, Germany. Thanksgiving dinner party at Pietro’s mansion. Sam and Elena are dancing.

SAM: Seemed like your friends were having a lot of fun. Was it just me, or were they really drunk?

ELENA: Oh, they totally were, I know my people. Usually we wait till after dinner, guess they got a head start this year (They laugh).

SAM: They’re so funny; love them. I’m glad you got to talk to them, I know you really miss them; and from what I saw, they are really missing you too.

ELENA: (Excited) Well, I’ll see them very soon for Care’s wedding, thanks to you. I can’t wait!

SAM: I can only imagine. And she has no idea you’re going?

ELENA: Absolutely clueless, Bonnie set the whole thing up so we could surprise her at her bachelorette.

SAM: I’m sure that will be the best gift you can ever give her. I’m really sorry I can’t come with; but we need to save money, and travels for two just goes up way too high.

ELENA: I totally understand; the fact that you surprised me with the plane ticket was more than I could ever ask for. Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me (kisses him).

SAM: No thanks required; nothing makes me happier than seeing you happy. And trust me, I twirled around with the idea of asking my family for money so we could both go; but that would destroy my point of being able to make it on my own, without their trust fund.

ELENA: I know, and I admire you so much for that.

SAM: We still need to figure out your lodging. Are you staying at the mansion?

ELENA: Oh no, that would be way too weird. I’ll ask Matt if I can stay with him.

SAM: Great; well let me know what he says, and if not, I’ll arrange a hotel.

ELENA: You’ve already done more than enough; don’t worry, I’ll figure it out. Again, thank you; you are the best; I love you.

SAM: I love you too (kisses her, they continue to dance).

Cut to - The Salvatore living room. Stefan is pouring himself a drink, Kai joins him.

KAI: Estefan, long time no see. How you been, buddy?!

STEFAN: Seriously?! You really are as crazy as they come.

KAI: Oh, come on, don’t be that way. I’m just trying to make friendly conversation; give me a chance…

STEFAN: Well, I’m no angel, so I’m not the one to judge. Tell you what, I’ll give it a try, but meet me have way, and try not to act so creepy.

KAI: Deal! So, I heard you died a few years back; man, being dead sucks, am I right?!

STEFAN: It sure does.

KAI: Hey, look on the bright side, at least you weren’t stuck in hell. That place made the prison world seem like a day-spa!

STEFAN: I can imagine… (awkward silence) Well, this got awkward real fast… You can’t say I didn’t try.

KAI: Baby steps. For now, (holds his glass up) to new beginnings!

STEFAN: Ah, what the hell, I’ll drink to that.

Cut to – Damon and Iker hanging out in the backyard patio.

IKER: Man, this is the weirdest Thanksgiving I’ve ever been at; but the best one, no doubt! Thanks for inviting me, bro.

DAMON: Of course, you are one of us now! Told you, you’re in for a crazy ride.

IKER: And I’m lovin every minute of it!

DAMON: It’s hard not to. No matter how insane it gets, it’s totally worth it.

IKER: So, from what I saw, seems like your mother-in-law is a hand full.

DAMON: Oh, man, you don’t even know the half of it.

IKER: Take it Bonnie and her mom aren’t on good terms?

DAMON: Well, let’s just say Bonnie’s mom ain’t winning an award for mother of the year. She left her when she was a kid, and when they finally reunited, she left again; then again, then again…

IKER: I can relate.

DAMON: I hear you, brother. Although, I have to admit, out of all the times she fled, one was probably my fault. I was the one that turned her into a vampire.

IKER: TF! Are you kidding me? (Cant help but laugh at the irony)

DAMON: Nop. Figure that’s one of the main reasons she hates my guts. But, ironically, she actually loves being a vampire. In a weird way, I think I did her a favor.

IKER: Doubt she sees it that way.

DAMON: Oh, she definitely doesn’t.

IKER: And how is Bonnie holding up, with her mom showing up like that…

DAMON: Not great, that’s for sure; but she won’t admit it. I’m hoping she’ll hear her out though. Not for her mom, but for herself.

IKER: Have you talked to her about it?

DAMON: Not yet, I’m waiting for the tequila to do its magic. Bonnie has a very high tolerance for alcohol.

IKER: She truly is the perfect match for you.

DAMON: No doubt. (Abby approaches them).

ABBY: Sorry to interrupt. Damon, can I talk to you for a minute?

IKER: I’ll leave you two alone. (To Damon) I’mma get me another drink, see you inside (he leaves).

DAMON: I’m not the one you should be wanting to talk to…

ABBY: I know, and if Bonnie would let me near her, I would definitely not be looking to talk to you.

DAMON: Not the best conversation starter.

ABBY: Sorry, it’s just that this is not going how I expected, at all…

DAMON: All due respect, but what did you expect?

ABBY: Well, I knew she’d be upset at first, but thought that maybe, after a drink or two, she’d finally budge.

DAMON: Budge? Seriously? Do you have any idea what Bonnie has been through the last few years?

ABBY: I know…

DAMON: No, you don’t. So, don’t show up here pretending like you do.

ABBY: Damon, please, give me a chance to explain.

DAMON: You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’m not the one you hurt.

ABBY: I had no choice…

DAMON: There’s always a choice, but, again, preaching to the wrong choir. Listen, if you want my advice, all I can tell you is this; if you really care, show her how much you love her, not how much you are sorry… Maybe that’s a good place to start. Anyway, I’m going back inside; think about what I said (walks away).

ABBY: Damon… (he turns around). Thank you for taking care of her… (he nods, then keeps walking).

Cut to – The Salvatore kitchen, Edward is finishing his self-served dinner plate.

CAROLINE: I’m so sorry for the mess, Mayor. I know this was not what you were expecting.

EDWARD: Please, Caroline, call me Edward. And, this is absolutely perfect, just what I needed. Thank you for having me.

CAROLINE: Any time!

EDWARD: And, it’s not that I am not enjoying myself, but I will be needing to leave soon. I have a midnight mass to attend to.

CAROLINE: I thought they only held midnight mass on New Year’s…

EDWARD: They do, this is more like a personal favor. Thanksgiving was my mother’s favorite holiday. After she passed, I made it a tradition to hold a mass in her honor.

CAROLINE: That’s beautiful. I didn’t know you were a religious man.

EDWARD: Well, not really, more like a WASP (he smirks; takes his plate to the sink).

CAROLINE: Oh, please, just leave it. We’ll deal with the mess later.

EDWARD: Are you sure? I can clean a plate…

CAROLINE: I’m sure, thank you.

EDWARD: Okay, well, I’m going to join Matt for a bit, before I head out. Thank you again, this really has been lovely (walks out, as Kai makes his way in. He sneaks behind Caroline as she is clearing Edward’s plate).

KAI: (Teasing) Hello, Clarice…

CAROLINE: (Jumps in a scare) Holy shit, Kai, you scared the hell out of me! And, uhm, hello, Clarice?! No, no, no, not funny! What’s wrong with you!?

KAI: Oh, come on, it’s a little funny. But, joking aside, I want to apologize for everything I put you, Alaric, and the girls through. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.

CAROLINE: There is no way you can ever make up for what you did. Just hope that maybe, someday, we will be able to be in the same room as you, without wanting to drive a butcher knife through your heart.

KAI: And I will be forever grateful if that moment ever comes… For now, just know that I am truly remorseful, and that I will fight like hell to prove it to you.

CAROLINE: Well, it doesn’t hurt to try…

KAI: Baby steps…. Anyway, just wanted you to hear that. Want some help cleaning the plates?

CAROLINE: No, it’s fine, I’m not even going to attempt it. (Points to the food) Help yourself (she leaves, soon after Bonnie walks in).

KAI: Hey, Bonster, want some turkey?

BONNIE: I’m good, thanks.

KAI: How you holding up?

BONNIE: I should be the one asking you that.

KAI: My mother wasn’t the one to show up out of the blue, thank god.

BONNIE: Oh, that… I’m cool.

KAI: I don’t think you are.

BONNIE: Kai, it’s one thing to try to give you an opportunity, it’s a whole other ballgame to talk to you about my personal life.

KAI: I understand, just know that I’m here for you.

BONNIE: Thank you…

KAI: What about some apple pie?!

BONNIE: Ah, what the heck, why not. (He serves her a slice; she takes a bite) Mm, it’s good…

KAI: (takes a bite and almost immediately spits it out) Yeah, if you have horrible taste! Which, judging from Damon and this pie, you obviously do.

BONNIE: (Can’t help but laugh a bit) Shut up.

KAI: (Smirks) Just saying, there’s a pattern there…

Cut to – the backyard patio. Abby is lying on the grass looking at the stars; Klaus joins her.

KLAUS: Magnificent, isn’t it?

ABBY: It sure is… Reminds me of her; so beautiful.

KLAUS: We knew it wasn’t going to be simple.

ABBY: She can’t even stand being in the same room as me, how am I supposed to get her to talk to me.

KLAUS: A couple of things come to mind, but that would be unethical, to say the least. Don’t give up, love; it’s like that Laya song you like to play, if at first you don’t succeed, dust yourself off and try again…

ABBY: (Laughs) It’s Aaliyah; but you have a point. Giving up way too fast has always been my worse flaw.

KLAUS: Our flaws are what make us interesting. And, although we might not be able to change who we are, we can try to do right by the people we love. But these things take time… and I know how important this is for you. If it is what you want, we can move back here for a while, or for however long it takes…

ABBY: You would do that? You love New Orleans…

KLAUS: Not as much as I love you (kisses her).

ABBY: Thank you for being here for me, for understanding.

KLAUS: Love, you have shown me a side of myself I never knew I could possibly be. I am with you, Abby Bennett, through thick and thin.

ABBY: As am I, Klaus Mikaelson (they kiss). Not to cut this moment short, but I think we should head out now.

KLAUS: Do you want to go inside, say thank you and goodbye?

ABBY: I think I’ve caused enough distress for one night. Let’s leave the thank yous’ and goodbyes’ for a better time.

KLAUS: Well, we can always send them a thank you card tomorrow.

ABBY: I don’t think people do that anymore, but we are not normal people, so, a thank you card it is. Okay, let’s go then, we got some packing to do.

Cut to – the Salvatore living room. Matt, Khuyana, Edward, Danae, Margo and Sergei have called it a night. Damon, Bonnie and Iker are giving it their best shot at the karaoke machine. Caroline, Stefan, Tyler and Lexi are talking and having some good laughs. Kai and Katherine are having a drinking competition.

TYLER: Gotta say, this night, as crazy as it has been, turned out to be the best Friendsgiving ever.

LEXI: I second that! Totally unconventional, you two really pulled it off.

CAROLINE: Oh, I stopped trying the second our bird came out looking like a desiccated tomb stone.

STEFAN: I threw the towel once Kai took ownership of the mic (they laugh).

TYLER: Who would have ever thought we would be hanging out with these people?

STEFAN: Who would have ever thought us three would come back to life…

CAROLINE: Well, that’s Mystic Falls in a nutshell, beats the shit out of Wonderland.

LEXI: Except, the creatures seem to be cuter down the rabbit whole.

CAROLINE: Don’t know about that, but they definitely make more sense than we do… (They continue to laugh).

BONNIE: My turn to choose the song, let’s see what’s on the menu…. Ooh, perfect! Ready?! (Smirks, and plays Will Smith’s Men in Black. As soon as the song comes on, Kai vamp speeds to join them. Not even a minute later, the rest are dancing along. They nail the choreography; Kai hitting the high notes in full queen Whitney mode).

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The gang continues to have a weirdly fun, and happy Friendsgiving time.

Cut to – the underground facility, luxury ballroom.

AUGUSTUS: Ah, the infamous Veritas Dracul. I have been expecting you, since an hour ago. You are late.

VERITAS: Do pardon our tardiness, we had some matters to attend.

AUGUSTUS: Lucinda, I take it? (Kisses her hand) Lovely to finally meet you.

LUCINDA: Lovely to meet you two… I’m sorry, but who are you?

AUGUSTUS: (Smirks) An old friend of Veritas. I take it he never mentioned me. I’m hurt.

VERITAS: Nothing personal, my friend. I just find it exhausting trying to explain the complexity of our relationship. But now that you have been introduced; let us move along. I have something for you (hands him a black box); a gift from our dear friend, Pietro.

AUGUSTUS: (Grins) I’m sure I’ll love it. And, as promised, I have something for you too… (hands him a cleric box). Straight from the Fell’s church altar. Trust me, that was not easy to get. You owe me one.

VERITAS: I reckon it wasn’t, but I knew you would deliver. So, I made good on my promise as well… (someone walks in).

DARIUS: Hello, old friends…

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TVD 9x15 - Revenge is a dish best served cold; coming next! Hope you stop by, read, and enjoy! =) Sorry I took so long to post this one.

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Icebreaking (RWBY/RVB) by Necroceph

*RVB Opening Theme*

Grif: Ugh... Simmons: Grif. Grif? GRIF! Grif: Wha- Mom? Simmons: Nope it's your old pal, Simmons. Grif: Oh man, I had the weirdest dream. There was this blonde chick who emerged from this crashed ship. She was hot as hell, you could've seen her! But then all the sudden she started sabotaging everything just to cover her tracks because she claimed that Command kidnapped her because they chose her to be a new host for O'Malley. Yang: Who's O'Malley?

That was no dream!

Grif: O-oh fuck... me.

He faints again.

Ruby: Not again! That's the third time he fainted. Next one might end up a coma. Sarge: Dagnabbit. Lopez, get a bucket of hydrofluoric acid. Water won't work this time. Lopez: Sí señor. Ruby: Wait won't that kill him? Donut: Nah I think he'll be alright. Probably with just a few bald spots. Ruby: Okay... By the way, Yang, what is Omega? Yang: Hey don't ask me, I only heard it from the guards. But from the way your team reacted, it looks like they know what it is. Ruby: Do you? Sarge: Of course we know him. He's our greatest nemesis. A crazed computer program that tried to kill all of us with his rockets and his laughs. Ah, those were the good old day. Simmons: No it wasn't! He made me call, Sarge a cocksucker!

WHACK!

Simmons: OW! Sarge: Still haven't forgive you for that. Donut: He tried to kill us with a robot army. Lopez: Incluso me secuestró y me convirtió en su asistente personal del mal. Ruby and Yang:... Huuuuuh? Simmons: Christ, let me tell you in detail. Long story short, he's an angry unstable megalomaniac AI used by a mercenary the Blues hired years ago. He went loose and started trying to kill every last one of us while possessing the body of conscientious objector with a rocket launcher. He was destroyed when he went into a Pelican with a bomb rigged inside it. Do you get the jist? Ruby:... Yang:... Ruby: I got lost when you said 'conscientious objector with a rocket launcher'. Simmons: Ugh... you know, forget what I said! Donut: C'mon, Simmons. You'll have to try harder. Give a story a little... 'pizzazz'. Ruby: I don't know what they're talking about, but I really wanna be in their world for five minutes. Yang: Totally. It must've been very fun here before you came. Simmons: Sigh, I don't understand. How did Command get their hands on him? Didn't the Pelican blew up with him and Tex inside? Sarge: Of course it did. I made sure he stayed dead by adding more payload inside the ship, strong enough to obliterate everything in a fifteen mile radius into space dusts. That explosion was a huge sight to behold! Lopez: Realmente no era tan grande. Simmons: And did you remove the ship's radio before that?

Both stared at each other for a moment.

Sarge:... Ah fiddlesticks. Simmons: HOW COULD YOU FORGET ABOUT THE RADIO?! Caboose: Hello! Weiss: Quiet!

Someone's calling from outside.

Yang: Who's that? Simmons: The Blues. Sarge: Captain Ahab's Barnacles, they must be here to salvage the ship for themselves. Damn vultures! Donut, Rose, go handle them. Donut: Wha- what about you guys? Sarge: One: Me and Lopez are trying to wake Grif up with EXTRA pain. And Two: Simmons' is needed here to find where O'Malley is being held at. The black box might contain information where did was being headed. Simmons: I would love to do that, Sir. IF YANG DIDN'T DESTROY THE COMM'S ROOM! Yang: I said I was sorry! Ruby: Why not call, Vic? Maybe he can ask you. Simmons: Oh please. He isn't that dumb enough to give us, O'Malley's exact location... unless... Sarge, permission to rip out the Warthog's radio. I have an idea. Sarge: Now wait a minute, you can't just rip out a piece of the Warthog! That's a penalty of- Simmons: I can do extra shifts. Sarge: Deal! Yang: Hey what about me? I can also fight those guys too. I really need to stretch this punching muscles of mine. Sarge: Punching muscles, hmm? I see why not. Permission granted. Alright, Lopez. Ready to pour that acid on him. Ruby: Yes! It's good to have you fight by my side. Yang: Hey, you're not going to let me miss out the fun. So, Donut. How many out there? Donut: Two. Yang: Two?! I expected more than fifty. Donut: Nah just two. There was suppose to be three more but I'm not sure why they didn't come along. Ruby: Hmm... maybe it's a Blue tactic. The two waiting outside are acting as a distraction while the other three are prepared to ambush us. Yang: That means we'll be surrounded. But that ain't a problem for me once I kick their asses. Donut: You against five of them? Wow, you're a bigger badass than I thought. Ruby: Trust me, she is. Back at basic, she destroyed an entire team all by herself without needing any help. It was awesome. Yang: Thank you. So what do you know about those two? Donut: Well there's Caboose on the tank and then there's Weiss. Yang: A tank, huh? That'll be easy once I throw my homemade... who was the other person?

Outside

Weiss: This is the Blue team! Come out with your hands up or be destroyed. There's no point in fighting 'cause we have a tank that outguns your pathetic little Warthog. But if do you seek battle, that's fine by me. That is all.

She turns off the megaphone and turns to Caboose, sitting inside the tank.

Weiss: Alright, Michael. We're just here to talk about the ship, no need to go all guns blazing. Caboose: If we're here to talk with the Red, why did we bring, Sheila here? Weiss: Just for precaution. Plus, I intend to see a shell liquifying both Ruby's legs. Caboose: Okay. Hi, Donut!

Donut appeared on the roof alone. Where is the rest of the Reds?, Weiss thought. Something's up and good thing she brought the tank.

Donut: Hi, guys! Hey where's everybody else? Weiss: Busy scrubbing the floors with their toothbrushes. That's what happens when you don't report anything important to your leader. (whisper) Keep an eye out for, Ruby. We're here to talk about the ship. Do you know what happened to it and where it came from? Donut: Didn't you guy's hear the crash yesterday? Caboose: Weiss didn't hear it because she was singing in the bathroom when it happened. Donut: Ooh can she sing Mordern Major General? Weiss: No. Donut: Sorry, guys. But there's nothing left to trade with you except ash and stuff. And it wasn't carrying anything too. Weiss: We're not here to trade. We got enough SMGs in the armory. How can you be sure it wasn't carrying anything? Donut: Yang told us. Weiss: I-I-I'm sorry, can you repeat what you said? Donut: I said... Yang: (offscreen) Shh! Not now. Donut: I should go back inside. We're quite busy today. Grif fainted not too long ago. Sarge and Lopez are trying to wake him up. Simmons' working on a pet project on communication and I was sewing silk for the winter. Weiss: Silk?! You don't use silk for the winter, you idiot! And winter isn't coming in another six months. Donut: I mean- Sangheili silk. It's a very nice alternative to wool... kinda Weiss: Really? And tel me, what is Rose doing? Donut: Making runs around the base. Weiss: Oh you mean... HER?

Weiss sticks out her foot slightly up in the air. Then a flash of red accident trips on the leg and crashes on the tank, head first. Ouch, that did not go as plan.

Ruby: Ow...! Weiss: Ah, poor old, Rose. Always forget that I've read every move she makes back at Beacon. Alright, Donut, enough games...

HISSSSS

The sound of hissing caught her attention. It came from next to her and... oh no. A plasma grenade is stuck onto the turret!

Caboose: Why do hear a snake hissing? Weiss: MICHAEL, GET OUT OFF THERE!

Caboose quicky jumps out from the tank. They both ran away until the grenade explodes, blowing the tank into pieces. Bye bye, Sheila (or her body), you will not be missed.

BOOOM!

Caboose: SHEILA, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

At Blue Base.

Church and Tucker could see the mushroom cloud erupted on the field. Must be one hell of a fight out there.

Tucker: Man I'm glad we're here cleaning up the base. Hey, Church can I burrow your toothbrush? Church: No.

Back at Red Base.

Weiss: KUFF KUFF... Michael, are you alright? Caboose: Yes, I'm fine. But Sheila... sniff... is dead. Weiss: What the hell was that? There's no way a plasma grenade can create an explosion that big! Yang: Unless it was made by me, YOU WHITE HAIRED BITCH!

That voice, that tone. No it couldn't be. She turned to the direction of the voice and sees a Red soldier carrying the same weapon that almost split her head into a bloody mess. And the only one carrying it is...

Weiss: Oh no...

Yang Xiao Long.

Yang: Hello, Weiss. Long time no see. Caboose: Weiss, is that the angry friend you talked about? Weiss: Yes. Yes she is... RUUUUN!

Weiss grabs Caboose's hand and run away from Yang. However they were stopped when three more plasma grenades land in front of them and exploded, creating two large craters roughly about 12 meters in diameter, six meters in depth.

Weiss: Oh crap! This is Weiss Schnee to Blue base, we require reinforcements, NOW! Yang: NO ONE'S COMING TO SAVE YOUR FIRST CLASS ASS, SCHNEE! Just you, me and these two babies, Mr. and Mrs Fisty.

Yang cracks her knuckles as she approaches towards them, with raging red eyes focused on the one and only teammate who ran away.

Weiss: AAAAAH! MICHAEL, KEEP THAT PSYCHOPATH AWAY FROM ME!

Weiss quickly hides behind Caboose, cowering herself away from that golden monster that tried to kill her. Yang stopped as her path is block by Caboose who stood calmly between her and Weiss.

Caboose: Hello... big scary lady... with big boobs. My name is, Caboose. You must be,... Yang. Yang:... Caboose:... Yang:... Uhm...hi? Do I know you? Caboose: Yeah, Weiss told me that t you are the angry friend. She also told me that you and Ruby are sisters and were part of a team in the letters R, W, B and Y. Ruby: Actually it's pronounced... ow my nose!... 'Ruby', with a 'W'. Caboose: Oooh! Wait if it's pronounce Ruby, shouldn't 'W' be a 'U'? Yang: (whisper) Who is this guy? Ruby: That's Caboose. Dumbest member in the Blue team here. Yang: A mentally retarded guy serving in the Blue army, huh? I'll deal with you later.

Yang glares at Weiss.

Yang: So, Weiss. This is where you've been. Stationed in a desolate box canyon with nothing but sand and rocks. I thought you'd be in the Atlesian army by now. Weiss: GULP! Yang: What's the matter, still afraid to face me after all these years? Hmph, how pathetic. To even call yourself a soldier is just embarrasing. Caboose: Hey you can't talk, Weiss like that! She's my best friend. Yang: You... her friend? Caboose: Yeah she may be a little noisy. Weiss: Gee, Michael. Thanks. Yang: SHUT UP! Weiss: EEK! Yang: So you know who I am, that's something. But do you know what she did before she came here? Caboose: Yeah she told me that she was in a base with you during an exam. But it got attack by space pirates who want to steal things, arrrgh. She was then given orders by her teacher to escape because she had to bring back important dates before the pirates steal it. You know I like the Egyptian ones. They're very chewy like gum. Ruby: Don't you mean 'data'? Caboose: Yeah that too. Yang: And what else did she tell you about us? Caboose: Well I know is that Ruby disobeyed her orders to save everybody, leaving the pirates to take over the base. And you kicked a guy's balls because he ordered you to tell everyone to fight back despite the pirates winning. And... Weiss, what did Blake do...? Yang: TO HELL WITH ORDERS! Caboose: Mommy!

Caboose stepped back away from Yang's explosive wrath.

Yang: Those soldiers back couldn't stand a chance against them! I don't give a damn what our superiors ordered us to do, but me and Ruby won't stand idly to see them get slaughtered. And Weiss over there, just left us and those people to die, just for what? A PLACE IN ATLAS' MILITARY! Is that something you would consider her a 'friend'? Caboose:... Yep. Yang: Good... wait, what? Caboose: Uhm... because, no matter what your friends did, he'll always be your friend. Yang: That... is the most stupidest quote I've ever heared. IT MATTERS WHAT SHE DID... TO US! Now move aside so I can pummel her bitchy face! Caboose: Nope. Yang: Sigh... then you left me no choice. EAT THIS!

Yang raises her fist and strikes Caboose, only for him to catch it mid air. His quick reflexes surprised everyone. Yang's tries to yank off her fist from his tight grasps...

CRUNCH

... followed by the sound of a metallic crunch. Caboose finally lets go of her hand. Yang looks at her right hand and was shocked to see her hand has been crushed.

Yang: WHAT AND HOW?! Caboose: Sorry! I squeezed it too tight. Weiss: Holy... shit. Ruby: Is... that normal? Yang: No. This was supposed to be made out of titanium and he crushed it... as if it was paper. That's so... metal... RETREAT!!! Ruby: RUNAWAY!!!

Yang and Ruby, run like hell from Caboose. Oh the sweet irony.

Donut: (from afar) Hey, guys. Why are you running, aren't you supposed to fight them? Yang: We're not running. This is the Xiao Long secret technique! Ruby, you didn't tell me he was that strong! Ruby: I didn't know, just keep running!

Weiss emerged from the safety of Caboose's back. She can't believe, they're gone.

Weiss: My God, Michael. How did you do that? Caboose: Oh it was nothing. I don't like bullies harming my best friends. And I like catching hands. Weiss: Nothing? I've never seen Yang run away from fight before. That's was... AWESOME. Since when did you do workout? Caboose: I just drank a lot of milk till my muscles grow strong. That's what they said in the commercials. Weiss: Milk makes your bones stronger, not muscles you beautiful dope. Now then, let's get the hell out of here before Yang come's back!

In the caves.

TZZT

Vic: Hello, Project Freelancer Operational Command Center. This is your friendly neighborhood, Virtual Intelligence Computer, calling from Blood Gulch. ???: This is Command. What seems to be the problem? Vic: Finally, been calling for ten minutes. Hey listen, your drunk driver called me last night and asked if he can parked right next to the Red base. I allowed and now the ship's here, burnt up to a crisp and sitting there like it's nobody's business. ???: Copy that, V.I.C. Is it the ship, Sanctuary? Vic: That's the one. ???: And what is the status of the subject? Vic: She is hot as hell. Where did you guys pick her up, the Red Light Outpost? ???: Ahem. Vic: Sorry. The good news is, she's a-ok. The bad news, she told the Reds what happened. They're willing to hide that fine body to stroll around their territory, tsk tsk. Send in those Recovery people to pick her up. Also get aclean up crew for this mess. Seeing that ship here is an eyesore. ???: Acknowledge. We'll send in a Recovery squad. And one more thing. How's the Alpha? Vic: Still a hot head as always. Why do you ask? ???: Nothing. We just want to know its current status, that's all. Hehehe... nyehehehehehehe... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU FOOLS! THE DARKNESS WILL CONSUME YOU ALL! NYEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!... Command, out.

TZZT

Vic: Hmm, must've said somethin' funny. Ah, oh well I'm sure it's nothing serious!

A/N: Sorry the is so rushed. My degree started and I've been busy lately

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