#or well guess that depends on the dance of choice

[ffxivtribehydrae]

What's something your OC does to wind down after a long day?

Play with Panda! Best way to wind down is with a real lazy friend, the panda he raised from a cub! Sure he usually have a number of other critters around his home, but usually they are special needs and quite the handful. Panda is just to sit down besides and they can relax and snack or lazilly play together for a moment. Like cuddling a big teddy bear except it is alive and happy to see you!

- Warm Cozy Asks -

[disturbedwoodelf]

🌶️ Moonstruck 🌶️

Warnings: cursing, asshole!Matt, Dom!Matt, party, enemies to lovers, best friends brother, mentions of drinking/drugs, smut, fingering, male receiving oral, face fucking, female receiving oral, p in v, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, slight degradation kink, praise kink, slut shaming, squirting, overstimulation. Just all around rough & nasty smutty smut smut sMUT.

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Part 2?

You knew from the moment you met him, you hated him and everything he did.

His smirk, his smile, the way he did everything he could to make sure you were watching him. He always did everything in his power to make you hate him. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel a sort of attraction towards him. His hair, and the way he would put his fingers through it.

God, his fingers. Every time you’d see him hold the steering wheel like his life depended on it and his fingers would tap against it, going along with the beat of the shitty trap music that Chris chose for the night, you couldn’t help but imagine them inside you. You’d just assumed that you were so sexually frustrated that you were just making up the hate in your head. But when he would make his comments, it reassured that hate.

Which brings you to now

The music was loud, people were dancing, the room was filled with the shitty smell of weed and cheap beer, there were people on the coffee table, snorting god knows what. You’re 4 shots in and the cup in your hand was filled with your liquor of choice for the night, hoping to somewhat get rid of the feelings you undoubtedly have for him.

You were wearing skin tight little black dress, tights and black boots, and if we’re being honest, you didn’t wear any underwear in hopes of meeting someone to take your mind off of Matt.

You see your best friend, Nick in the kitchen, grabbing a cup and filling it with water, and you make your way towards him.

“Hey, babe.” You say to him, he smiles at you. You two continue talking, smiling at Chris in the corner with a girl, trying his hardest to flirt. You both are assessing the situation, and you see her nudge his shoulder jokingly, and he takes that opportunity to snake his arm over her shoulder. The two start to walk upstairs, giggling.

You both high five each other, Nice job Chris.

Unfortunately, the moment was ruined when you see him, and he sees you. “Ugh.” He says as he walks past you, grabbing a beer from the cooler. “Ugh? Why’d you ‘ugh’ me?” You ask, mocking his tone, he slams the cooler down, and opens the bottle, “because you are so insufferable.” Nick takes this opportunity to walk away, fed up with constantly hearing you two bicker. “I’m insufferable? You’re the one who always goes out of your way to make some kind of comment towards me, so what is it now?”

“It’s the the way you’re dressed. You always try way too hard, you’re obviously asking for it.” this made your blood boil. “I’m asking for it?! What am I asking for?!” You yell to him, “you’re obviously asking to be fucked tonight. It’s honestly so disgusting, you’re such a slut, all the time.” Fuck. Hearing him say that made you wet immediately, you cross your legs, in order to try and hide your arousal, “let me guess, that turned you on?”, you look down, face a crimson red, biting your lip as you look down at your feet. Matt grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him, “i think you need to be taught a lesson, hm? What do you say about that?”, you immediately shake your head yes, “I need to hear the words come from your mouth, princess.” He says, “fuck, yes. Yes, teach me a lesson, please Matt.” He grabs the cup from your hands, slamming in on the counter, along with his.

He takes your hand, leading you up the stairs, opening his bedroom door, pushing the two of you into it, and locking the door behind him. “You need to be taught a lesson, yeah? Let’s see how well you listen you fucking slut.” He throws you on the bed, “I need to make sure you’re okay with this. Do I have permission to touch you, princess?”

“Yes, Matt. All of it.” He walks over to the side of the bed, grabbing your face in his hands, kissing you roughly. You whimper out in relief, finally fulfilling that need you’ve had for him. He grabs your throat, applying slight pressure, cutting off your breath. He continues kissing you for a few seconds before making his way onto the bed as well, lying on top of you, kissing your lips. He grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly, making his way down to the crook of your neck, kissing and leaving dark bruises to form. He takes your other hand, lightly squeezing your tit, rubbing his hand over your nipple, “Matt, please, touch me more.” He immediately makes his way down to the bottom of your dress, lifting it off of your sweaty body, “no underwear? Such a fucking slut.” He hisses.

He takes his hands, rubbing your inner thighs, inching his was closer to your heat, teasing you. “Pleas, Matt, touch me already.” You whine, not being able to take it anymore, “such a fucking slut for me, princess, hm?” You nod you head quickly, he takes his hand, lightly smacking your heat, “use your words princess,” you moan out, “fuck, yes, m’ such a slut you you Matt. Only you.” He takes that opportunity to roughly tear the crotch of you tights. He puts his middle and index finger in his mouth, getting it wet with his salvia and taking his hands and placing them on your wet folds, “so fucking wet for me already.” He says through gritted teeth, rubbing the insides of your folds, avoiding your sensitive clit purposely to tease you.

He finally makes his way down and shoves his head in between your thighs, and starts sucking your clit, he takes his right hand and sticks his middle and index finger inside your cunt, curling at an ungodly rate. Your let’s start to shake as you feel your orgasm coming.

He takes his other hand and holds down your thighs, as you start lifting them to relive the pressure, he starts moaning when he feels you pulse underneath him, your orgasm beginning. Suddenly, he removes his face, slapping your sensitive clit, causing you to whine out in frustration. “No coming yet, princess,” he then places his fingers between your folds, taking your wetness and placing it in your mouth “I made you this wet, didn’t I? Suck them, princess. I want you to know how you taste.” After you suck his fingers clean, he gets up from the bed, and takes his belt and jeans off, “come on princess, get on your knees.” You comply, and get off the bed as well. He takes off his boxers, his already hard cock springing free and hitting his stomach, and uses his hand to pump it, “come on baby, I wanna feel your mouth around me.”

You take his cock into your hands, pumping up and down as he groans. You lick a stripe up his cock, starting at the base, and then start licking the tip, “fuck, just like that y/n.” You then take his cock into your mouth, pursing your lips and sucking, jacking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, “fuck, ‘s good baby.” He grabs your hair from behind you, creating a ponytail and pulling you away from his cock, “you’re too soft with it babygirl.” He then stars fucking your face, making you take every inch of his cock. You gag every time it hits the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face as he barely lets your breathe; but you can’t help but feel turned on as you see his eyes squeezed closed, his mouth agape and him speaking all kinds of profanity. Knowing that you were making him feel that good, he starts to twitch in your mouth, but pulls out before he can cum.

“Back on the bed, I want to cum in that pretty pussy of yours.” He demands, you comply, lying back down on the bed. He makes his way over to the bed, and out of nowhere flips you over with one hand, “on your hands and knees princess.” You get onto your hands and knees as he gets on the bed, jerking himself off. He takes his cock, up to your pussy, teasing your wetness. “Do you deserve it baby? I don’t think you do.” You moan out, almost in defeat. “I do Matty, please.”

“Hmmm. I don’t think you do. You came here looking like such a whore, and I don’t think it was meant for me.” It wasn’t. But, it was to keep your mind off of him, “I just wanted to get you off my mind. I’ve been craving your cock since the moment I met you.” You whine, arching your back, craving some kind of contact. “Is that so? I guess it’s mutual, baby. Every time I see your pretty tits, I can’t help but imagine what they’d look like with you bouncing on my cock. I jerk off to every picture you post. I can barely contain myself when you’re in the room.”

“Please, Matty, I-i need it.” You whine, he then takes that as an invitation and shoves his cock into your pussy harshly, not letting you adjust before roughly grabbing your hips. You moan out in relief, “oh fuck Matty, oh my god.” He continues to furiously fuck you, “that’s my little slut. You’re only allowed to be my slut.” He reaches down and grabs your hair, pulling it into a ponytail once again and roughly pulling it to the point that you think he’s going to pull all of your hair out.

He takes his free hand and roughly spanks it with every thrust, creating red welts. “Oh fuck, Matty I’m gonna cum.” He fastens his pace, “you’re not allowed to cum without me, keep going baby, you’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you.” This is about to make you lose your minds you feel your legs start to shake, “fuck I’m gonna come too baby,” you feel his cock start to switch, signaling he’s coming undone, “cum for me princess, come on, cum all over my cock.” He moans out as you feel his warm cum fill you up, he’s a groaning and moaning mess, his thrusts are becoming sloppier, overstimulating himself, “c’mon baby, I know you can cum too.” Eager to make you cum, he reaches down and does rough circles on you clit, sending you over the edge.

Your legs seize, as you start to reach your orgasm, but again, he pulls out of you. He slips you on your back again, reinserting his cock and lifting your legs on his shoulders, “I want to see you come undone on me baby.” He’s thrusting so furiously that you feel like you’re going to pass out. You feel yourself get light headed, your gets shake again as he starts rubbing your clit again, “fuck yeah, c’mon baby, c’mon.” Your body finally lets go, moans spewing out of you mouth like a waterfall, “fuck, fuck, Matt! Fuck!” You whine. his thrusts never stopped and circular motions on your clit never ceased and instead got impossibly faster. Your legs were shaking and spasming, and then bursts of wetness erupted from you. He pulled out to allow your liquid to fully shoot out and watched in wonder as your body convulsed under him, as you squirted all over your his cock.

“Fuck oh my god baby.” Everything was blurry as you tried to see his face, your body still shaking and convulsing. Eventually, your body went limp after a few minutes, your heavy breathing being the only thing heard in the room, other than the loud thumping of music from the outside of the door. You look over to the right of you, seeing Matt kneeling by the bed next to your face, caressing it and placing loving kisses to your forehead, “You did so fucking good babygirl. I’m so proud of you. Oh my god.”

You feel your eyes start to get heavy, the entire situation taking all of your energy. “Hey, before you fall asleep, go pee.” He states as you whimper, “I can’t move.” He chuckles, lifting you off the bed and carrying you to the bathroom connected to his room.

Hi! I really hope you enjoyed this!

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[owliellder]

Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mention of a Fight, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: Ahh thank you for 1,000 followers!! I don't even know how that happened!! Anyways, I think it's a little anticlimactic? I just feel like since I am definitely not the kind to raise my voice, a shy reader wouldn't either. Besides, disappointment hurts more than anger, right?

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 4:

Leon really did like you, honest. You were such a sweet girl, so innocent and clueless. Maybe it’s because he never gave his one night stands the time of day, or maybe it was just the sheer amount of time he had to spend with you to get this close, but now he knew he was a pretty terrible person for taking that bet

In the beginning he didn’t feel the slightest twinge of guilt due to the words the frat spewed at him. He knew all the right questions to ask, all the right things to say, the sweetness of it all had you under a spell.  It was also such a menial thing to get, a single pair of panties… You probably wouldn’t even know it was missing!

But as time went on, it got harder and harder for Leon to stomach just what he was doing. You’d opened up so much to him about your home life, how stressed you were, how much pressure you were under. Doing this would absolutely ruin you so he did his best to convince himself that he was being the nice one by waiting to complete the bet until you had finished all your finals. All that time spent together had him second guessing, triple guessing, even quadruple guessing his decision to go through with this. The good grades were important to you, he didn’t want to draw your focus away from that.

It was a shame his friends couldn’t keep the damn thing to themselves even if their life depended on it. He’d explicitly told them that it’s done and there was nothing more to it, yet of course they just had to snicker and make snide little comments to each other the next day when they saw you in passing.

Leon wouldn’t admit out loud that you’d really grown on him over the months, so he could only brush his friends off whenever they’d tease him about getting angry whenever the topic arose. Chris was the worst out of all of them, being his best friend, it seemed like his mission was to dance on Leon’s nerves any chance he got.

“Delete that.” A scowl graced Leon’s features as he glared at Chris, who’d stepped back from the agitated man. Almost the entire frat had posed with the panties Leon stole from you, all of them making some form of exaggerated pose and face. What was only meant to be goofy on their part was making the man responsible furious.

“Relax, it’s just a picture. I thought you’d find it funny.” Chris chuckled, bringing his phone back in to look at it again himself. “You’re acting real sour for nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. You’re all acting like a bunch of fucking idiots and I’m sick of it. Now delete that damn picture before I smash your phone with a hammer.” The nonchalant attitude from Chris was driving Leon up the wall. He already knew he’d fucked up big time, and with the way everyone was acting would only get him into bigger trouble.

“Shut up, man.” Chris laughed, like this was all some big joke. Everything was a joke to him. “Acting like you’re gonna explode or something.” This man was an actual dumbass, never taking a moment to actually think about what consequences having photo evidence with the entirety of the frat’s members posing with something stolen would have.

Leon scoffed, holding his hands up before letting them fall dramatically to slap against the tops of his thighs. “No fucking way..” One hand came back up to cover his mouth, breathing out sharply through his nose. It was a sad attempt to keep himself from pouncing on the other man, seeing as not barely five seconds later he tackled Chris, hands scrambling to rip the phone from his hand.

Chris was a few inches taller than Leon, a bit stronger too, so the scuffle didn’t last long. Some punches thrown here, a few kicks there, and Leon had the wind knocked out of him at some point, thrown to the side and left to struggle to get up off the floor while Chris decided to make his way to a different part of the house, muttering under his breath all the while.

“God dammit-” Leon wheezed, on his hands and knees, one hand against his chest as he tried to catch his breath. Sure he reacted purely on instinct, but Chris could stand to be knocked down a few pegs in his opinion. The guy is an ass.

After finally collecting himself, Leon slowly spun around to rest his back against the foot of the couch, elbows resting on his knees. He coughed a couple times and let his eyes fall closed, eyebrows furrowed as he silently seethed. Chris was most definitely going to send that picture around since he obviously thinks it’s the funniest thing to ever grace this planet. You were going to see the picture. That thought alone had his head falling forward in defeat, breathing out a weak sigh and a few more coughs. 

If he had just followed his own shitty advice, he would’ve taken a second to think about it. Why didn’t he just tell you in the first place? Why didn’t he just go to the store and buy a random pair of panties? Why did he follow through on such a meaningless bet?

Now that Leon thinks about it, he was the dumbass in this scenario. A royal one.

He probably sat there for an hour with his eyes closed, mind racing a million miles a minute. Trying not to make another stupid decision, he decided the best course of action would be to tell you before you saw that picture. You should hear it from him and not a total stranger. It was the right thing to do. Right?

He let out a few more strangled coughs and wheezes as he stood up off the floor and threw his coat on, beginning the walk of shame to your building. It wouldn’t have taken that long, but the snow and sludge on the ground made it a bit more dangerous, he needed to tread carefully. In more ways than one.

The extended walk left him alone with his thoughts, seeing as he didn’t grab his own phone to bring with him. With every step his mind grew heavier, an involuntary grimace scrunching his face up as he mulled over what exactly he’d done. He was mentally beating himself up over how easy it would’ve been to avoid this situation if he’d just thought outside of himself for one singular minute.

What had he done? 

Leon stomped the excess snow off his boots once inside of the dorm building, hands hidden in the pockets of his jackets as he meandered over to the stairs to get up to the second floor where your dorm was. He took his sweet time, practicing what he wanted to say under his breath as he stared down at his feet while walking up the steps.

Your dorm was down the hall around the corner, allowing him the few extra seconds it would take to get there to get his heart under control. You would be mad, rightfully so, but would you forgive him? Is it selfish to hope that you would?

He stood in front of your door for a minute longer, hand hovering just in front of it, trying to bring  himself to knock. Licking his dry lips, he quickly hit the knuckle on his index finger against the door three times, his eyes downturned. As much as he wanted to be the bigger person, it scared him to no end. He’s never cared this much before, so why was he so worried about it now?

Leon’s eyes shot up at the sound of the door opening, immediately showing his confusion when it was Sky on the other side. They didn’t say a word, but they looked mad, or at least very irritated. “Hey, I really need to talk to-,” they cut him off by simply holding up the palm of their hand to him, taking in a deep breath. “We saw it.”

Those three words made his heart drop to his stomach, his eyes quickly darting to look through the opening in the door to see if he could see you. “Please, if you would just let me explain I can-”

“Don’t embarrass yourself. Just go.” Sky was just about to close the door before they quickly looked over their shoulder, shutting the door almost all the way. Leon could hear them whispering to you, and though he desperately wanted to listen in, he decided to take a step back from the door and wait patiently. It was the least he could do.

He looked side to side to make sure no one was walking through the hallways, not wanting anyone to eavesdrop on such a sensitive situation. The door reopened, only this time it was you standing in the doorway. You looked so sad, so disappointed.

Leon hesitated before opening his mouth, yet you cut him off before he could even get a word in. “I trusted you,” you rasped quietly, a shaky sigh passing your lips, “I-.. I trusted you… and this is how you treat me..?” His shoulders slumped as he listened to you. He didn’t think he could feel any worse about this, but here you were, reminding him just how much of an ass he’s been.

“All that time we spent together.. all those kind, encouraging words you told me.. were all a lie?” You sniffled, arms slinking around yourself tightly. Sky was standing out of his view rubbing your back, knowing you wanted, no, needed to confront him yourself.

“No- I-..” Leon stuttered, trying to find the best way to explain everything. And no matter how many times he formulated it in his head, the explanation would never justify his actions. Instead he settled on something that would probably mean and do nothing for you. It was worth saying, though. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m so sorry,” his voice fell to a whisper as he repeated himself, eyes remaining on yours. What else could he say?

Silence fell between you as you only stared back at him with glassy eyes, your every breath shaky as you held back sobs. Crying in front of him would only give him more fuel, was your thought process. In your mind, he couldn’t even be trusted with your trash. 

By now, Sky had walked over and grabbed your suitcase, rolling it over next to you. You were leaving a day earlier than you said you would, Sky having offered to drive you back home since your hometown was only a couple hours away from where theirs was.

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response, instead taking the handle of your suitcase from your friend before silently walking out of the room, past Leon, and down around the corner. He only stood and watched you walk off with a deep frown, head turning back to look at Sky when he heard them lock the door behind themself. 

“You’re only sorry that you got caught.” They grumbled as they walked past him, giving him a quick yet harsh glare. They soon disappeared around the same corner you had, leaving him all alone in the now quiet hallway. 

You were the nicest, most considerate person he’s ever had the pleasure to know and he blew it. The worst part about it all was you didn’t even seem mad, just heartbroken. Disappointed in him.

You had put so much of your trust into him, even after he’d been so nasty towards you in the beginning, and what did he do with it? He basically spit on it, lit it on fire, and then flushed the remnants. He was only annoyed with you the first few times he had to help you study, the bickering the two of you shared easily becoming one of the things he liked about you.

Leon honestly liked you from the start, so determined to pass a class that you’d put up with what was basically harassment from him. When he told his frat buddies about you, they were quick to draw up that bet. Unfortunately, he’d known most of these guys since middle school, and you were just a girl he met on chance. His friends’ words blanketed his own morals, and because they saw you as a target, so did he, that subconscious need for peer approval leading him to make one of the worst decisions he’s ever made thus far.

If he was in your shoes, he’d raise hell, so your decision to leave was completely understandable. For some reason you’d let him off easy and he knew he didn’t deserve such light treatment. 

All he could do now was hope you’d come back next semester. He’d be fine just getting to see you in passing since you most likely wouldn’t want to be anywhere near him anymore, your friends would certainly keep him at a distance away from you. 

Would writing a message be okay? You need time before he approaches the topic with you. Should he leave you be? No, you deserve an apology, even if you don’t want it, nor accept it. 

Someone brushed by Leon, breaking his train of thought. He was still standing in the hallway in front of your dorm room. He needed to go and try to make this right, or at the very least rip everyone at the frat a new one. He wasn’t sure, maybe it was because he was angry at them and himself, but leaving the frat sounded like a pretty good way to start righting his wrongs. Not before he made sure that the picture was wiped from everyone’s phone and the panties he stole were kept far away from everyone there. 

Chris sent the picture to you, which means it was sent to a bunch of other people too. He’ll spend all winter break tracking down every last person it was sent to, tell professors what he’d done just so it didn’t spread any further. And if it meant he’d lose his scholarship, then so be it.

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(few of your blogs won't work, i tried though 😭)

[freedomfireflies]

Wake the Dead*

Summary: An iFall for Harry blurb for Halloween Kinktober, Freaky Fun

The one where you and Harry sneak into an abandoned cemetery at night.

And things get a little spooky.

Can be read as standalone!

Word Count: 2.1k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“Har…Harry—”

“Shh. Gonna scare the ghosts, ladybug.”

You pout playfully while Harry grins and continues his vivacious sucking on your neck. “Har...what if we get caught?”

“Then we run.”

You whimper deep within the back of your throat, sighing when his tongue darts out to swipe under your jaw. “We’re...we're gonna be late. What if Patrick comes looking—”

“He won’t,” Harry retorts calmly, tightening his hold on your hips while continuing to grind you down against his cock. “Now hush, you’re ruining my fun.”

Left with no other choice, you oblige his request. Eyelids growing heavy with lust as you look off into the dark, empty cemetery. The sound of the wind echoes between the trees; an ominous addition to your frantic and somewhat lewd make out session. Yet despite it all…you feel at peace.

It had been Harry’s idea to come for a leisurely stroll through the cemetery in the first place. Claiming it was perfect Halloween fun – and he knew a shortcut.

 But five minutes later, he had you down on his lap, his hands under your shirt, and his tongue tangled with yours.

Not that you really care to complain. You enjoy the spookiness and the secrecy. After all, you don’t always tend to get such private moments with a man whose face is plastered on almost every billboard across the world.

But in times like tonight – when it’s just you and him – you realize how badly you need them.

And how grateful you are that you texted that wrong number all those months ago.

“Har,” you whisper again, fingers tangling in his roots as you tug. “Baby, there’s cameras—”

“So?”

“So,” you exhale, “if they recognize you, you could get in trouble.”

Harry merely hums. A soft, dangerous sort of sound while his thumbs swipe beneath the swells of your breasts. “Don’t care.”

“Well…you should—”

“But I don’t,” he repeats coolly. “Only care about you.”

You feel your insides twist. “Just…don’t want you to get in trouble.”

He smirks at this. Amused with your nerves and enamored by your care. He leans back, now nudging his nose against yours. “I won’t, baby,” he whispers. “S’nothing wrong with me lovin’ on my girl, is there?”

You smile yourself. “No. But that’s not all you had in mind, is it?”

His grin grows a bit more wicked. “I don’t know. Depends.”

“On?”

“If you like an audience.”

Confused, your brows furrow.

He nods his chin toward the dark graveyard before you, gesturing at the headstones with a devious gleam in his eye. “Heard ghosts like to watch.”

Now you understand, chuckling beneath a quiet breath as you readjust yourself over his lap. “Is that right?”

“Mhm. Kinky little fuckers.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean, not that I really mind,” he continues, nuzzling his way back to your neck. Dancing a trail of kisses down to your shoulder. “Kind of feel bad for them, y’know? Bet they never see any action anymore.”

Your lashes flutter. “Yeah…”

“We’d probably be doing them a kindness.”

“Mmm…”

“Let ‘em watch…let them listen…let them feed off your pretty, little screams.”

He suddenly tugs on your hips, forcing your cunt against his hardened cock, and it makes a breath hitch in your throat.

“Guess…guess you’re right,” you exhale, head rolling to the side. “S’only fair.”

He smiles. “Guess it is.”

You whine again as his cold hands smooth across the expanse of your stomach, easily slipping down to your waistband. “Har…”

“What?” It’s a gentle hum but filled with concern as his eyes flick to yours. “We don’t have to, baby, I promise. We can leave right now and go back to the hotel, yeah? Finish what we started there. Honest.”

It’s a kind thought. Considerate and so very Harry that it makes your heart wrench.

But it’s not what you want, and you begin to giggle quietly as you shake your head and lace your fingers around the back of his neck. “No, I don’t wanna go. Want you to fuck me – right here – and let all the ghost’s watch.”

The energy shifts instantaneously as he bursts out into a wide, excitable grin that fills his whole face. Putting those familiar dimples on display as you kiss him hard and with an overwhelming rush of adoration. 

“That’s my girl,” he groans, returning to his work of slipping your zipper down. “Okay, but we gotta be quick, yeah? Don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“Wouldn’t care if I did,” you admit, fingers fumbling with his belt. “Just wanna feel you, Har—”

“I know,” he breathes, moaning some when his thumb finally finds your clit. “Shit, I know, ladybug. Got you all worked up, hm? Like it when I tease you, don’t you?”

You can say nothing, instead nodding again as you pull his cock from his boxers. He’s hard and heavy in your hand. The tip slightly swollen and sticky with pre-cum as you work him in your palm.

“Fuck—” His forehead drops to your collarbone, lips buried into the skin not covered by your sweater. “M’gonna cum if you keep doing that—”

“Well, maybe I wanna tease you, too,” you retort. Watching the way he twitches between your fingers. “Know you like it when I edge you.”

He makes another noise – virile and animalistic. Tortured in a sense and it makes your cunt clench around nothing. “And you think I’m the sadist in the relationship.”

You smirk. “We share.”

After a few more coy pumps, you release him, and move to wrangle your jeans further down your thighs. Creating a bit more room and space before he’s bringing his cock to you.

Steadying your stance above his lap, you rise up onto your knees, and allow yourself to sink down onto him. Slow and easy – enough for you to both feel every second. 

And it’s everything – a rush of endorphins and euphoria that transcends this one singular moment. He’s the perfect stretch. No matter how many times you take him, it feels like the first. Enough to knock the wind from your lungs and make your mind grow fuzzy.

Once you’re finally sat, your arms loop around his neck, holding him to you. Keeping him warm inside your pussy as he curses and presses a kiss to your throat. 

“There you go,” he murmurs, hands cementing to your sides. “You okay, baby?”

You offer another weak nod. “Yeah…yeah, m’good.”

“Good girl. Do you want my help or do you wanna do it yourself?” he asks softly, taking a moment to glance over your expression.

You suck in a needy gasp for air and glance down. “Wanna…wanna do it. I can do it, I swear.”

He chuckles gently before loosening his grip. “Okay, lovie. But I’m right here, yeah? Do whatever you want me to do.”

You dip down and smash your lips against his. Kissing him to showcase your gratitude before you begin to roll your hips and set a steady pace.

It’s relaxed at first. Enough to ease you both into it – create a desperate need and worsen the ache until you’re both whining, frantic messes. 

And he allows you to create your own rhythm. Never rushing you or pulling you the way he wants. He merely wants to enjoy you. Enjoy the sound of his cock slipping in and out of your greedy cunt that sucks him in so well.

The cemetery has grown quiet. Almost too quiet, save for your anxious pants and pathetic whimpers. Occasionally a rogue crow will swoop from tree to tree, but it only makes Harry smirk. As if entertained by the reminder of where you are.

You feel his fingers move for your nipples. Tweaking them between the cold pads of his thumbs before he’s forcing your sweater higher so he can attach his mouth to the left one.

His tongue is warm – a stark contrast to the frigid outside air. But it’s perfect. Sensual and erotic as he sucks you into his mouth and moans.

Your mind falls into an exhilarated haze as you begin to bounce on him. Faster and faster, despite the ache in your joints. Needing to chase after that rush and the sounds he makes.

“So good, baby,” he praises between devious licks and harsh gropes. “Just like that. S’it feel good, lovie? My cock making you feel good?”

“Yes…yes,” you whine, head dropping back as he nips at the skin of your breast. “Harry, please—”

“What, hm?” He flattens his tongue against the aggravated skin. “What do you want, ladybug?”

You make another noise that becomes lost in a gasp, struck with a rush of pleasure from the way his cock strokes against your spongy walls.

“Is that it?” he asks, almost proudly. “Was that your little spot, honey? S’that what you need?”

You nod again and work to find it once more – angling your rolls until you feel it. “Shit…Har…feel so fucking good—”

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock? Right now, let ‘em watch?”

You mewl despite his teasing. Ghosts or not, there’s something tantalizing about the idea of him doing this to you in public. No matter how crass, there’s something about it that feels almost sweet. About the idea that Harry Styles – America’s Sweetheart – would be willing to taint his reputation and throw away his anonymity just for you.

His large palms suddenly move for your ass, cupping you firmly before beginning to guide you a bit faster. Seemingly overcome by the need for release the closer he gets. 

“Shit there you go…there you go, honey, fuck.” He’s groaning now – almost incoherent as his brows crease and his teeth grit. He’s so beautiful when he’s being fucked. “M’gonna cum, baby. M’gonna cum…and you’re gonna take it, yeah? Gonna take me in your pretty pussy?”

You stumble over a gasp and scratch your nails down his shoulders. Allowing him to move you exactly the way he needs as he begins to yank you all the way down. Burying himself inside your cunt until you feel him twitch.

“Keep going,” he exhales before it twists into a moan. “Fuck, keep going, lovie, m’almost there—”

“Please,” you whisper, pressing your forehead to his. “Shit, please, Har. Cum inside me, please—”

“God, baby. Gonna, I promise. Fucking fill you—”

“Please—”

“And you’re gonna take me, aren’t you? Keep me inside this sweet little cunt all goddamn night, yeah?”

“Harry, please—”

“Shit—”

It hits him then. Suddenly and with no warning as he releases a lewd groan and empties himself into your pussy. Wrapping his arms around your middle to keep you against his lap while he fills you with each drop he has to offer.  

It makes your fucking head spin, a warmth blossoming in your stomach as you weave your fingers in his roots and pulls his head against your heart. 

However, he doesn’t settle in your embrace for long, instead moving his touch down to your clit to work you toward your own release. Pinching and rubbing in small, practiced circles until you’re practically screaming. Unraveling by his hand only moments later as your pleasured sounds echo around the graveyard. Loud enough to wake the dead.

“There you go,” he murmurs, and it’s sweet like honey. Deep and comforting as he kisses your neck. “Oh, baby. Fucking soaking me, aren’t you? Can feel you all over my thighs, lovie. S’fucking perfect. Aren’t you?”

You feel your lips stretch into a lazy smile as you finally manage to catch your breath and slump against his strong frame. Allowing him to hold you up as you both succumb to the quiet night. 

You feel his fingers stroke against the skin of your hips. Another quiet reminder of his adoration that makes your stomach flip. 

“Did so good,” he praises, nuzzling his nose against your jaw in an unspoken attempt at asking for a kiss. He grins when you give it to him. “See? S’more fun with an audience, isn’t it?”

 You laugh, eyes trailing over to the row of tombstones just beside you. “Speaking of which…do you know what a ghost’s favorite cheese is?”

Instantly, a grin is exploding across his face. “What?”

You take a beat to build up the anticipation, fighting a smirk as you whisper, “Ghoul-da.”

He groans, amused and exasperated as he tightens his arms around your waist. “God, that was your worst yet.”

“What? You aren’t scared stiff?”

“Fuck off—”

“Are you gonna boo me?”

“Ladybug—”

“Well, you better fasten your sheet belt, cause there’s more where that came from—”

“All right,” he huffs playfully, tugging you closer until you squeal. “You win. And you’re insufferable.”

You chuckle. “Maybe, but…you love me.”

To this, he smiles, and your heart feels warm and fuzzy as he guides his lips to yours.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

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anyways!! can I request Lucifer, Satan, Asmo, Belphie and Diavolo with a partner that has really bad social anxiety? like they have a hard time talking to people and freeze up when they have to talk to someone, and they tend to overthink things they say a lot (me overthinking while I write this 🤑🤑)

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Yes you can!!! Also I dunno if this is considered short or no buuuuuut I feel like it kinda is so I'm very sorry for that but I don't really like forcing so I just wrote whatever popped into my head 😔

Either way! I hope you like it!!

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✧ Lucifer would be rather patient with you...

✧ his 2nd younger brother is pretty social anxious too so he probably knows kinda what to do

✧ he'll try getting you out first with date ideas and so on, slowly getting you into going out more

✧ he'll do some talks but won't ever make you feel ignored, asking you about your opinion from time to time, even if it would be small nod

✧ he definitely likes taking pride in the fact that he's always the one who you ask to talk for you (even if you do it just because you have no other choice)

"Yes, we'll take two of these. Would that be correct, dearest? Or is there something more you'd like?"

✧ he's slowly getting you to talk more by gently pushing you to place your order by yourself and slowly goes onwards, trying to be patient with you

✧ if he won't see any results tho... he might get a bit pissed off, but he also knows it won't do anything...

✧ he might just need to think of something else... But how long will it take? Guess it only depends on you and how willing you'll be to cooperate!

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@wabatle - come get your scary brother!

✧ Satan most likely does slightly more research about it just to make sure he knows how to treat person struggling with that

✧ recognizing it in his brother, he'll probably also try asking him, but he doesn't get many information there in the end...

✧ he tries his best to help you but he's actually a bit forceful with pushing you towards talking more

✧ he's the type to not say a word when you finally come to counter at cafe, and when you look at him, he'll just look at you expectingly...

"C'mon. You can do it."

✧ even if you'd be stuttering, he's still gonna be proud of you!

✧ and don't worry if someone laughs or teases you about that... he'll most likely get pissed off for that quite easily and... you can figure out the rest...

✧ he'll sometimes ask you straightforward if you need any help from his side but he'll try not to spoil you by ALWAYS talking for you. You need to get some practice as well after all!

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@miya-akane @wabatle - come get your pretty princess~

✧ Asmo is literally like your opposite! Yet, you somehow landed in relationship together... How? Good question! But none of you really mind~

✧ though he does get a bit worried about you sometimes...

✧ he tried getting you out on many parties, trying to convince you it's gonna be fun and that he'll be by your side but... it ended differently...

✧ if you agreed, he definitely stayed with you but he also invited quite a large group to hangout with you as well...

✧ if you didn't, he's most likely to be a bit pouty for a little while... but he'll get over ut soon!

"C'mon, Y/N!! Just one party! I swear I won't even drink more than one glass, please! It'll be fun! We can even dance together there, hm~?"

✧ he usually just drags you with him wherever he goes hoping it'll work

✧ he's not really good with this, so you may want to be just honest with him and it'll certainly give him better understanding of how he should handle your anxiety!

✧ if you tell him what he was doing wrong, prepare for wave of apology kisses and even more promises he'll try better now that he knows more about your problem

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@vodka-glrl @wabatle - come get your cat lover!

✧ Belphie will support you but... don't expect him to push you towards going out more

✧ if anything, he may hold you back just because he's not done sleeping yet

✧ whenever you tell him you talked with someone on your own, he'll always praise you for that!

✧ though whenever you have little debate if you should go out or stay at home... he'll always tell you to stay at home and just take a nap with him which... doesn't really help your problem...

"Don't wanna go out? Yeah, me neither... Let's just take a nap."

✧ being with him would really require some motivation from you to overcome social anxiety...

✧ plus is he'll always leave the talking to you since he'll be too tired to do it himself, so whenever you drag him out, you'll get some practice in!

✧ if you're really too nervous tho... he'll drop few words every now and then to help you out

✧ and similar to Satan, don't worry about anyone laughing whenever you get nervous! He'll first drag you away but behind your back, he makes sure they learn their lesson...

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@miya-akane @wabatle - come get your sleepyhead~

✧ Diavolo is actually very understanding! But among all of that... he tends to spoil you by always doing the talking for you...

✧ if you ever feel like hopping in, he'll inmidietly shut up and let you speak tho!

✧ but don't expect him to slyly let you into a conversation... he'll be more than happy if you join on your own but he won't force you

✧ he'll also give you a little reward for every time you break your walls and open up to someone, even if you only said like one sentence

"Why of course! I want to treat you to cafe because of this very reason. I find it worthy to celebrate, don't you?"

✧ he probably will need you to tell him to push you sometime so you can break your walls more if you want him to get you to do that

✧ he'll still have a bit of trouble with forcing you but... he'll try his best! But he's teached to take first "no" so it may take a little while...

✧ either way, he'll shut up everyone who ever dares interrupt you. Not in a mean way... he's actually very polite but... he'll prioritize whatever you have to say over anyone else~

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@wabatle - come get your childish ruler!

[whalyrae]

DANCE WITH ME - CHAPTER 5

“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.”

Summary : All your life, you thought you were a beta, a simple and boring beta. Until everything change. But now that you've presented yourself as an omega, how will you manage to live and hide it from your six friends and best friend, all alphas and all in the same pack? (a/n : I'm a shit for summary I'm so sorry-)

Genre : soulmate au (of course I'm a bitch for this), omegaverse, bangtan alphas au!, omega reader, fluff, angst, eventual smut, polyamory relationships

Status : In process

Word Count : 3k

Warnings : the usual one I guess, like smut, angst, fluff (yeah its a warning for some people ) mention of depression, abusive parents (physically and morally), violence and blood, PTSD, scars, self harm,...

Tag list : @ghostlyworld @kawaiikpoplover268 @scuzmunkie @iamkookiesforyou @00ihatesnaku @stellauniverse @akemiixx01

A/N : AAAH FINALLY ! My exams are finally over... Well tbh I'm not really happy with this chapter but if I listen to my inner voice I'll just delete all my works and never writing again so... Hope you'll like it anyway ! Let me know your impressions here or in my inbox ! And again thank you so much for all thoses likes and shares !! ♥

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Wooyoung and you were out of breath when you fell on the floor of the dance studio, lying next to him. You turned to each other with mutual grins.

“If we don't get the best grade with this,” you muttered after a few seconds. 

"You're taking the words out of my mouth!"

You laughed and straightened up to clap your hands. Wooyoung then turned around, his eyes shining. 

“Don't you agree with us Sannie? What did you think?”

It was with enthusiasm that Wooyoung just addressed his boyfriend and alpha, Choi San, student in the same school as both of you, but in second year. The omega thought of calling his boyfriend to have an external opinion on the choreography they had spent the week preparing. The choice of music helped a lot to make their imaginations work, the steps, and the combinations of these had naturally come to both of you.

The deadline was approaching and even if neither you nor he was stressed by the time, you still felt some form of anxiety over the level of performance and the quality of your choreography.

You were lucky (or unlucky, depending on the perspective) to get a preview of what Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok were up to, and you couldn't describe how you felt because these three idiots were the most talented and dammit attractive dancers you knew. 

You, too, turned to San, more nervous than your friend. It was the first time you met him in person. As you imagined, he was very impressive, very tall, and very charming. 

With his arms crossed against his chest, he nodded, a smile appearing on the corner of his lips. 

“Some of my graduating class and even senior year would be unable to do better! There is a very good chemistry between the two of you. You make a very good duo.”

You sighed with relief as Wooyoung jumped into his companion's arms. 

Yes, choosing Finesse by Bruno Mars and Cardi B had been a very good idea. 

“You know that in my eyes you will always be the best dancer in this school,” added San, hugging Wooyoung, “ah, no offense little y/n!”

“Don't worry,” you answered, laughing and waving your hand, “I'm far from being equal to anyone here in terms of talent,” you continued directly, seeing that your friend was going to intervene with your remark, but you didn’t let him the chance, “And by the way, I'm the same size as Wooyoung, I'm not small!”

You rolled your eyes at their laughs and grabbed your cell phone before lying on the floor again. You got a message from Jimin. He was in another room, busy rehearsing his solo choreography, and wanted to know when you'd be finished rehearsing to join you. Now that you think about it, it's probably been ages since you two spent time together like you used to when you were still in high school. 

“By the way Noona,” Wooyoung appeared above you, while you were answering your best friend's message, “have you made any progress on your choreography? Are you still sure of your choice?”

“Hm? I think you just want to know if I choose the music you suggested, am I right?” you asked, arching an eyebrow and chuckling when you saw his innocent expression, “yeah Wooyoung, I chose Sweet but Psycho, I even finished the choreography, I just need to rework it a little and adjust a few things!” 

“Really? I'll be curious to see it, can you show it to us?”

You turned to San, your cheeks flushed.

“Mingi is waiting for us Sannie! He is downstairs!” Wooyoung had just received a message, and was already grabbing his stuff, winking at you as you silently thanked him, “Next time!” He turned to you, “By the way Noona, we can give you a ride if you want!”

“Jimin is upstairs, we're planning to go home together, but thanks for offering!”

“Ah, Park Jimin, another talented monster,” San commented with a nod. 

You nodded with a groan and straightened up. You accepted the hand of the alpha, “Ah, thank you. It was a pleasure to meet you, San!”

“The pleasure is mutual little y/n,” he winked at you when he saw a pout appear on your face, “Wooyoung will give you my phone number, if you need anything don't hesitate.”

“I'll give it to you by text, be safe, Cardi B!”

You nodded, a little surprised, but smiled at Wooyoung's nickname as you watched them leave, hand in hand. You were happy to meet one of Wooyoung's partners finally. San was a very respectful and pleasant person. You quickly felt comfortable in his presence.

You heard voices outside the dance studio but didn't really pay attention to them, at this time of the day, most of the rooms were still occupied by students. What you didn't know though, was that those voices belonged to Jimin and Wooyoung, who had crossed paths. Jimin greeted the omega, not forgetting to introduce himself to his boyfriend. As usual, Jimin had worn a friendly smile, a cheerful and pleasant tone, as everyone knew him. 

However, when San and Wooyoung left him alone in the corridor, his smile disappeared, replaced by a neutral face. He walked into the dance hall, finding you with your back facing him. 

"Noona, it's me." 

You gasped as you heard the voice of your best friend, who just entered the room. You turned to him, your bag in hand, surprised he came so quickly. 

You frowned slightly. Jimin seemed... absent and frustrated. Had something gone wrong during his rehearsal?

“You’re okay?” you asked as you walked towards him, "Did something happen?”

“Ah! Hm... no, not at all! I just ran into Wooyoung and... Choi San? It just surprised me!”

He rubbed the back of his head, a tight smile on his face. You tilted your head to the side, confused by his reaction. 

“San is one of Wooyoung's alpha’s,” you explained as you turned on your heels to get your jacket, “I thought I told you he was in a pack with seven other people.”

Jimin nodded silently, which surprised you. Without a word, he walked over to you, and before you could open your mouth, you felt your friend's arms around your waist, clinging to you as he nuzzled his face into your neck. 

“J-Jimin you…”

You heard him mutter a few words that you didn't really understand. It felt like an eternity passed since your last embrace. It was true that you had been a little physically distant since you discovered you were an omega. You tried to avoid physical contact as subtly as possible, although you didn't always succeed. 

When you live with seven people with more than half of them have physical touch as a love language, it’s hard to always find a good excuse to avoid it. 

You suffered a lot because just like them, you had always liked these physical marks of affection they had towards you, and inversely, you liked to show them your affection towards them in this way. 

As always, your whole being was surrounded by that soft, protective warmth you only felt when they were the origin of it. This feeling was even more powerful when it came to Jimin, your best friend, the most important and precious person in your life.

You couldn't resist wrapping your arms around Jimin's chest, holding him close, and resting your head against his shoulder. 

You couldn't fight against it. This was where you felt the safest in the world. Were you felt at your place. In your best friend's arms. 

How you missed those moments. 

“Hey… Are you sure you're all right, Jimin?”

“You have his smell, I don't like it.”

You straightened your head slightly, surprised by these words. What was he talking about? 

“Who…”

“Choi San... I saw you when you took his hand to get up… and his wink…” he paused for a moment before sighing and looking into your eyes, “and… I noticed you were distant recently… you’ll not leaving us, aren’t you? You’ll not leave with them...?”

You had expected everything but this. Jimin always had a jealous and possessive side, he was the one who needed to give and receive affection the most. All this showed a great lack of self-confidence in the young man. 

When you were still at school, you heard that his parents had placed him, like you, in a public school reserved for alpha males. Unfortunately, he didn't fit the physical criteria for alphas his age. When most alpha teenagers were already tall and voice-muted, Jimin was short and puffy-faced. His voice hadn't really changed until he was seventeen. Of course, different as he was, although it was not his fault, he was bullied at school. 

Like you, dancing had been a refuge that had allowed him to keep his head above water. 

This episode of his life had left indelible marks on him. Especially since he had not really been able to benefit from psychological support from his family. His parents thought the harassment was nothing more than teenage squabbling.

They did not approve of his decision to join this dance school. Jimin had to be patient and persuasive to get their permission, against their will. They proclaimed that he would eventually realize that he had no future in this world and that he would come back to the right path or God knows what other nonsense they had come up with, he had stopped listening to them after a while anyway.

You knew the insecurities and lack of trust your best friend had in him. He always had this constant fear of losing and being abandoned by the people he loved. 

He and you were the same. You had similar schooling, your families came from the same rich environment, and had the same mentality. You had the same wounds, some of which were still open. 

So unsurprisingly, the second you heard his words, the surprise passed, and your gaze softened. You put your two hands on Jimin's cheeks and started caressing them. 

“Sorry,” he murmured with a sad pout, “I’m sorry I don't know why I…”

“Don't apologize,” you answered with a little smile, “it's all right…”

“No it’s not.., you don't understand,” he looked away, biting his lip nervously, “it's not all right at all… smelling his scent on you makes me... even though he's an alpha already bound,” he breathed deeply, as if he was trying to control himself, “it's like he's going to take you away from me.”

“Never.” You spoke softly as your thumb caresses his cheeks, “ Listen Jimin, nothing and no one can ever take me away from you,” you whispered, “and if... if his smell bothers you so much, replace it with your own.”

He looked up at you, his lips parted. You couldn’t resist looking down on them, biting yours nervously. Slowly, your eyes moved up to his eyes, your hands still on his soft cheeks. You were so close to him, you could feel his breath gently caressing your lips, making you shiver.

You felt him leaning closer to you, his chest now touching yours. Your lips were close, very close.

No… No, you couldn’t do that to him, nor to your friends, his partners. 

You stepped back slightly. You took a long breath and ran a hand through your hair. What were you doing? And what were those words you told him? 

It was that warmth again, that smell. Jimin's smell. There was this desire, this desire for him. You couldn’t control yourself. And it wasn't your hormones and your omega side this time, no. Maybe it was the distance you had put between you that amplified and rekindled the feelings you had once repressed when you were still a teenager. Your friendship has always been the most important, more than your feelings. 

What were you thinking? Jimin was just your friend, your best friend. And already bonded with other people. 

“Y/n you…” 

“Ah, excuse me, I’m just saying nonsense,” you lied and chuckled slightly, shaking your head, “this is ridiculous, isn't it? We'd better go, Jin and Hobi must be waiting for you!” 

“Don't say that,” he frowned, “this is not ridiculous, and… they're waiting for us. You and me.”

“Yeah, that's what I was saying, let's go!” 

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A pout appeared on your face when you heard Wooyoung’s laugh through your phone. you could have sworn you heard another one. Probably Yeosang’s, Wooyoung omega’s partner. He quickly introduced him to you when you called him twenty minutes ago. 

After your… moment with Jimin, you both joined Hoseok and Jin who were waiting in their car to come home. You didn’t feel any weird mood between Jimin and you, for your greater relief. But you couldn’t forget what happened. 

“I don’t see what’s funny guys!” you told them in an annoyed tone, “What would have happened if I hadn’t stepped back?”

“A Kiss? A long and passionate kiss because you both want it since you know each other. A kiss turning into a hot make-out session and even maybe…” Wooyoung makes a pause, before whispering, “A torrid and desperate fuck. Oh, that made me think that I always wanted to do it in a risky place…”

You sighed loudly not listening to your friend anymore who was rambling. Even if the simple idea of you and Jimin doing any sexual things in a place like a dance studio, when you can get caught at any moment… 

You squeeze your thighs together and shook your head, your face was as red as a tomato.

“I… I can’t Woo’!” 

“And why? You like him, aren’t you? More than a friend I mean.”

You opened your mouth and then closed it. You passed your hand through your hair and stood up to sit on the ground, your back against your bed and your phone on your knees.

“First he’s my best friend.” You began, hearing both omegas sighing, but you ignored them. “Second, he’s taken. Taken with people who are very close friends… And third, I’m an omega and they don’t know anything about that, things could change between us and I don’t want it…”

“Okay…First, you didn’t answer directly to my question but… I think this is the best one I could have.” Wooyoung smirked. “Second, I don’t see where’s the problem. You also have a crush on them, aren’t you?” 

You frowned and stayed silent. You couldn’t deny that you liked every one of them. Really. They were all kind, and funny, you’ve never felt as safe as you do with them. And they were all hot as hell. 

“Listen, I wanted to tell you this sooner,” Wooyoung began with a serious and soft voice, “but all the symptoms you describe when you’re with them, it’s not only your omega’s genes.”

“Well, actually it is, a little,” Yeosang added, “but it only works if you are interested in the alphas. Only if you want them sentimentally, and, or physically, both works.”

“When you met San this afternoon, an alpha, when he took your hand, did you feel something?”

“You mean if I had this heat in my body? This feeling of safety, these butterflies in my stomach? If I wanted to kiss him and spend my life in his arms? Of course not! I only have this with… with Jimin and… and with them… Holy shit.”

You heard two laughs and grabbed a pillow to hide your face in. You let yourself fall to the floor with a loud and desperate whimper. 

Wooyoung didn’t tell you that he asked his boyfriend to come and see them during their dance practice for this specific purpose. He wanted to let you experience the difference between the feeling of being with someone you’re attracted to, and someone you’re not attracted to. Practice always was more effective than theory. 

“Listen, sweetie,” you heard the deep and soft voice of Yeosang after a few seconds, “Just trust your heart. We can’t know how hard it could be for you, that’s true. But if you really love them, if you don’t want to lose them, you need to be honest.”

“And if they don’t accept you as an omega, fuck them! You’ll come live with us! Yunho hyung will like you for sure!”

“I don’t think she needs to think about that, Love. Let’s stay positive, should we?” Yeosang sighs, making you chuckle. 

But Yeosang was right. And that’s why you felt so guilty. You knew you needed to be honest with the boys. Plus, with your avoidant behavior towards them, Jimin thought you planned to leave them, which was the last fucking thing you wanted. 

Well, for your feelings, everything was confusing until now… You began to understand, thanks to Wooyoung and Yeosang. But the omega part was… still so fucking complicated. Every time you thought about a way to tell, at least, just one of them, you saw your mother’s face again when she knew the truth. You could hear the disgust in her voice again. The fear of experiencing it again paralyzed you to do anything with them.

You heard your stomach growling and you sighed. A bowl of ramyeon first. Yeah, you needed to eat. 

°°°

And third, I’m an omega and they don’t know anything about that, things could change between us and I don’t want it.

Jungkook froze in front of your bedroom, his fist still on the door, ready to knock. He just wanted to show you something on his phone when he heard the end of your sentence.

He blinked quickly, and lean his head, confused.

“Noona… is an omega…?” 

“What… did you say, Jungkook?”

He gasped when he heard Yoongi’s voice behind him. Seeing the confused look on his younger’s face, Yoongi realized that he, too, had just learned this information. 

“Wait hyung, maybe I misunderstood…” Jungkook whispered, walking to him, “But I think I heard…”

“I think we need an emergency pack meeting, Bunny, and now.”

[gnomewithalaptop]

I am once again thinking about my Reverse Falls plot bunny where Canon!Dipper switches places with his Rev Falls counterpart

Just hear me out! Like -- the dynamics would be so good. Because in either universe, the twins know each other better than anybody else, right? They've known each other their entire lives! So they'd obviously realize something was up pretty quickly, but the way that goes down would vary wildly depending on the combo you've got going on

That's why I really want Canon!Dipper in the Reverse universe -- out of the two of them, I definitely think he could "fake it til you make it" a bit longer than Mabel, but I also think the potential dynamics between him and Rev!Pacifica and Rev!Gideon would be fascinating to see play out. Cause like, let's be real: that kid can hold some grudges, and he's pretty pessimistic when it comes to people and second chances (at least compared to Mabel). I can see him having a really hard time wrapping his head around the personality shifts and trusting Pacifica and Gideon with anything -- which would only make things harder, since they'd already be predisposed to hating his guts. But also, just the idea of Dipper trying to navigate a strange world where his family is full of manipulative bastards and the entire town seems terrified of him makes my inner ten-year-old extremely happy

And then the dynamics with Rev!Dipper and Canon!Mabel would be playing out in tandem with all of this. And the script is completely flipped from Canon!Dipper's, because Mabel doesn't go into this knowing something's wrong. She has to figure that out for herself from context cues, and like. I doubt "evil mirrorverse version of my brother" is going to be her first guess right off the bat. So you get extra wiggle room for Rev!Dipper to get situated as a quasi-antagonist and start screwing things up, and you get fun hijinks while Mabel and the gang make several very wrong choices about what's going on with Dipper

And like. Okay, so: I've always interpreted Reverse!Dipper as somebody who's very pragmatic -- he's very much an "ends justify the means" sort of guy. Don't get me wrong, he's not as vindictive as Canon!Gideon, but he also isn't particularly sentimental either. He's lived his whole life in "every man for himself" mode (with some small exceptions for his sister).

And then I think about combining that kind of mindset with Mabel's unstoppable wave of optimism and endless harebrained schemes where she tries to make things better for a person she doesn't even know that well. And I think about Reverse!Dipper being faced with this realization that his world is dark and cold and uncaring because that's how he relates to the world.

Let's be real: at the end of the day, both sets of twins love each other so fiercely. It's just that the Rev Falls kids have gotten caught up in all these manipulation games and power plays, and once you get caught up in that kind of cycle, it becomes harder and harder to get out again. So I can see this swap having a positive shift on both the Rev Falls kids -- taking them away from their lives and showing them that they don't have to interact with the world this way

I'm thinking about Canon!Dipper seeing the humanity in Rev!Mabel and talking to her straight the way he did to Pacifica in Northwest Mansion Mystery. I think about how she hasn't gotten to be a kid because of the Tent of Telepathy's whole Dance Mom schtick, and finally getting it impressed upon her that that isn't normal. I'm thinking about Canon!Mabel showing Rev!Dipper it's okay to trust people and let them in. That he doesn't have to treat the entire world like it's out to hurt him, doesn't need to strike first to make sure the other guy never gets a chance to

Anyway. This got so long but -- yeah. I yearn for the Gravity Falls Mirror Mirror episode that exists only in my mind

[tinydefector]

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Shockwave x OC

Word count: 4k

Warnings: hinted Smut, Angst

Guess who fucking sped ran editing this fic. WOOOOOO. sorry to those who were excited for merformers but I wanted to post this.

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Tiny stands there in front of Shockwave in a beautiful gown of white, pale green with crystal decorations, his face is decorated with make-up and shimmer almost mimicking Shockwave's helm. The mech was almost stunned with how breathtaking his beautiful human is. He takes a step forward,"Tiny," Shockwave begins, his voice sounding breathless as he admires. "You look... exquisite. The colours and decorations suit you well."

A rare smile tugs at the corners of Shockwave's lips, as he kneels down to his lover's height,reaching out a servo towards Tiny, cupping his face as he traces his digits across the young man's lips. Tiny leans up and kisses Shockwave servo as a smile graces his lips. "You clean up nicely yourself" he giggled while running his hands over the pristine plating. 

The open chest window of the gown is what catches Shockwave's attention the most. It's a soft see through fabric decorated with hanging gems. It was nothing like the clothing or fabric he had ever seen before and in truth he would do anything just to document this to his processor.  "You just going to ogle me Shockwave?" The young man teased

Shockwave's internal systems momentarily recalibrate, A faint hum of approval escapes Shockwave as Tiny's playful teasing draws his attention "I must admit, your choice of gown is beautiful, but i feel that something is missing" he responds, his voice carrying a note of admiration "The elegance and craftsmanship of the gown is something i've never seen before, forgive me i can't find the right words"

As Tiny's hands glide over his plating, Shockwave finds himself responding to the touch with a subtle tilt of his helm as they cup to rest on the side of his face, a silent invitation for more. A deep rumble vibrates from his chassis, the slow whirl and pulse of his spark makes static dance across his plating. 

Shockwave's optics flickers with  amusement, as he chuckles at the comment. "Ogling would imply a lack of focus, which is not the case," Shockwave retorts, his tone tinged with affection. "I simply find myself… speechless."

Tiny lets out a beautiful laugh as Shockwave picks him up. Spinning him around. His lips are on Shockwave's, eagerly kissing the cybertronian. The two continue to admire each other with light brushes against each other's frames. 

 " You'll have to walk me through the steps of a Conjunx Endura ceremony" Tiny whispers against Shockwave's lips. “I can do that” he hums in delight. Slowly letting Tiny back down onto his feet. Shockwave gazes down at Tiny for a moment before he slowly  presses his helm to the human man's forehead. 

"For the Conjunx Ritus, there are four rites to the ceremony," Shockwave begins, his voice steady and measured. As he speaks, Shockwave's servo gently traces down Tiny's chest. “The Act of Intimacy, Disclosure, Profference, Devotion," Shockwave explains, his words carrying a sense of reverence for the significance of the ceremony. 

With a gentle touch, Shockwave brushes a servo against Tiny's cheek, his optic softening. “ The Act of Intimacy ranges, it can be something as simple as a Helmhold or even Spark bonding, it depends on what said Ritus partners prefer, The Act of Disclosure is opening up about something private about oneself, it can be something you have never told anyone before or it could be the deepest darkest secret, a confession in a sense. The Act of Profference is the giving of a heartfelt gift, something that holds meaning to you, some bonded share their inner-energon, others craft gifts for their partner. The Act of Devotion is an act of selflessness for the individual doing something you believe is special for your partner.” 

Tiny listens, never for a moment looking away from Shockwave, his investment in the mechs words aren't lost. “So we have already completed the first one” Tiny hums with a chuckle as he brings Shockwave back down for another kiss before leaning back in to make sure his head is pressed to Shockwave's helm. 

Shockwave's own chuckle follows. “I believe your correct sweetspark” Shockwave takes a moment before he continues. “What is your biggest regret?” He asked Tiny his voice is soft, nearly a whisper when he asked the question. Tiny goes quiet for a moment. “I think it is the fact I never got to say goodbye to my loved ones, never got to tell my brother and sister how proud of them I am” Tiny states. “They were my whole world, but I hope they have been able to move on without me” the pain in Tiny's makes Shockwave's spark ache. He had never known about Tiny's past, he didn't talk about it much, and would get a sad smile when Shockwave asked about his past. 

Tiny gives him a sad smile as he finally asks his question. “You are aware that your time together is going to be fleeting in comparison to your life span, you're over a million years old, I'm lucky to reach seventy at best, are you sure you want this?” Shockwave slowly lifts Tiny up, holding him against his chassis. “And I want to treasure every klik I can with you. I'm aware we have limited time but you are who I want to spend the rest of that time with” 

Tiny wraps his arms around Shockwave's shoulder plating resting his head against him. “I also have a present for you,” Shockwave chimed as he carried Tiny to one of the desks. “Close your eyes” he sang to his little lover. Tiny shakes his head in amusement but does as instructed. The young man can feel something slowly being attached to his gown And placed around his neck and arms. “Open have a look” Shockwave beamed while holding a mirror for Tiny. 

The human man's jaw nearly drops when he sees the shimmering colours curl around in square shaped patterns. It was Bismuth, a stunning shimmering blue and green collection of Jewellery that seemed to almost complement his gown. Shockwave knew him too well. “Shockwave Where did you get this?” he stammered, This felt too much. Shockwave chuckled. “I take it you like them?” His optics shimmer with a knowing smirk. “They are beautiful,” Tiny whispered while admiring his reflection. 

“I made them for you” He hums in delight while running his servo back over his human lover's hip, lightly tracing the bismuth belt piece. “I know I'm not able to gift you inner-Energon as one would normally give a lover due to the toxicity of it. I wanted something personal for you, I grew the Bismuth in my lab using my EM field to shape it. It may not be My inner energon but it is a piece of my spark” 

“Shockwave… I, Gods..” Words seem to fail him. “Fuck now I feel like I should have done something better” He states shyly which makes Shockwave chuckle. “It's not a competition beloved, I wanted you to have a piece of me with you” Tiny slowly pulls out a small Box. “I remembered you talking about the Inner-energon thing ages back and wanted to try and do my twist on it” He pulls out a pendant that fits in his Palm, it's a crimson Red colour and as Shockwave analysis it his optics flickering as he slowly takes the small pendant holding it as if its a very delicate item. The pendant was made of Tiny's blood and resin. “You have know idea how much this means to me” Shockwave stutters holding the small pendant. 

“When I Can I'm going to have it fitted to my helm” he rumbled while pressing a kiss to Tiny's lips, so much emotion Is put into the kiss as the two lovers hold each other despite how their frames differ. As Tiny pulls away from Shockwave he runs his hand down his chassis. “I'd like you to open this for me.” The request is so gentle that it makes Shockwave's vents hitch, thinking for a moment he had misheard Tiny. But when he looks down into those sweet green eyes he does as requested slowly letting it open and show off his spark chamber. 

Tiny's hand slowly moves up towards the beautiful dancing electricity, it makes Shockwave shutter as his servos move to slowly grip Tiny's hands. “Tiny you don't have to do this” he whispers. “I want to Shockwave, I know I don't have a spark but I want to feel your spark” He admits while moving closer. “I know I can't open my chest, but it's the reason I tailored the gown this way, so that your spark could be as close to my heart as possible” those words nearly make Shockwave melt as he whispers something in Cybertronian. 

“We take this Slow, I don't want to overwhelm you” he rumbled while slowly lifting Tiny towards the beautiful swelling collection of light. The moment their chest and spark touch its like pure tranquillity and ecstasy washes over them. To Tiny it felt like the energy of a Tesla coil, static of an electrical storm, but also felt like home and warmth” 

The two bask in each other's fields holding onto each other until they both finally pull away. “Woah, I can see why body's enjoy spark bonding, I think I could get drunk off the feeling” Tiny chimes with A gentle breath. Neither of them know how they got to Shockwave's berth but that's where Tiny laid, sprawled out on soft fabric as his gown fans out making him look almost divine like. 

"I'm yours," Tiny declares. He moves slightly with a sly smile as he bites his lip, shuttering as he feels Shockwave's servo trace down his side, a small moan leaves him as Shockwave traces his chest through the sheer fabric. Shockwave's internal systems hum with a mixture of surprise and arousal as Tiny guides him 

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Traxies is curled up on his berth but the human Ambassador sits with him. His helm is rested on their lap as they gently polish his crest and final. "Somethings eating at you Traxies, Talk to me sweetheart, what's got you so sad" they state softly. Traxiesshuddered softly as gentle fingers stroked his chevron. 

"I'm...afraid," he whispered, voice rough with static. "When I jumped, I saw Cybertron before the war. It was so beautiful, so peaceful. But then I came back, and it's all gone again. I keep thinking maybe if I go back, I could stop it. Save everyone. and it's killing me inside."  Burrowing closer, he took shuddering vent after vent. "I just want it to stop hurting," Traxiesconfessed in a small voice.

"Oh honey" they whisper, wrapping their arms around his helm while resting their head against him. "I wish I could take it away, we can't change the past sweet boy, all we can do is learn from it" they hum. "Do you want to go back home?, i'm sure we can call Optimus and take a trip back" They inquire, giving the young mech options. "Home..." he murmured, nuzzling into their hold as comfort soaked through struts. "I...do not know. Part of me longs for Iacon's spires, but another part of me wants to be back on earth." 

They chuckle softly. " missing Earth?, I know it must have been hard having to leave cybertron so young, getting used to Earth, going back to new Cybertron And now your on a ship out in the middle of space" they are rather sweet with him, it almost makes him wonder why it seemed to stir his processor with foggy images. 

Traixes' voice softened as more memories rose, bittersweet. "In many ways, it came to feel more home than Cybertron ever had." he can feel the soft inhale and exhale of their smaller body and a small memory flashes through his processor. It's blurry but it's a human holding him cooing and cradling him with a bright smile on their lips. 'Yes Daddy's busy bubba' the young man's voice hums. 

"Traxies honey, I think you should talk with Optimus, Tell him about what's happening. I know you don't like comming him but I think you need to, I don't like seeing you this upset sweet boy, Ratchet's worried about you, so am I,"

"I...think you may be right," he sighed, pulling back just enough, Steeling himself, he sat up and opened a comm. The line rang endlessly, and for an aching moment Traxiesfeared his Sire would not answer. Then, a familiar voice, strong and sure

-:Optimus Prime speaking.:-

Traxies laughed softly, suddenly feeling very young indeed. But he had to try.

 -: Optimus. It's me, Traixes. do you have a moment? There is something… something Wrong:-

 He leaned into the ambassador's embrace once more, The Ambassador stayed sitting there with Traxies, running their hands over his helm as if to soothe him. Traxies doesn't know where to start or what to ask his Sire. "Hello Optimus, Traxies has been having such issues, his Outlier ability has been flaring up" the Ambassador calls out. Traxies cycled a hesitant vent as the ambassador spoke for him, grateful yet anxious. Through the comm, Optimus' deep tone rumbled with concern. 

“Traxies, what seems to be the trouble?.” He calls out over the comm. Traxies found words at last. "When last it flared...I jumped. Into the past, Cybertron, before the war...” He shuddered, burying his faceplates in the ambassador’s embrace as comforting servos stroked his helm reassuringly. A heavy silence followed, then Optimus spoke again, gentle but certain.

“ its alright Traxies your abilities will settle eventually, I know  your afraid.” it didn't really reassure him but it makes him take a moment before bring up the weird memories he was having “Sire I've also been having flashes, seeing a human's face, he's talking to me” he mumbles. 

Optimus’ intake hitches the moment those words leave the young mech. Traxies sensed the shift in Optimus’ demeanour and paused. “I'm sorry I shouldn't have mentioned it” he mumbles quickly. A long silence followed before Optimus spoke again, words heavy with an emotion.

“Traxies, there is something I have kept from you for long vorns, hoping to spare you further pain.” Optimus admitted softly over the comm. It makes Traxies wonder, ‘just who was this blurry human?’ His spark fluttered wildly. “The...human. Did you know him?”

“ His name was...Tiny. He was your carrier, when still I was but a lowly data clerk named Orion Pax. You were his world, before the war, Primus You were still so small when Tiny brought you to me.” Optimus shuttered remembering that cycle as if it was yesterday. 

Traxies reeled. His carrier—a fleshling? And another Mech, his true sire? “How...why was I given to you?” he bluntly asked, sitting up quickly, gasping in the air as if his spark would extinguish.   

“The wars stole them both, as it has so many. But they loved you dearly, and their last wish was for you to be protected, no matter the cost. So I swore to guard your life with my own, and give you a home. It's the reason I raised you with Bumblebee and the Twins. Tiny feared what would happen if anyone was to discover who your Sire was” 

“Who was my Sire!” He nearly shouts, so many emotions run through him, his EM field a mess of static.  

Optimus took a deep vent before answering.  “Shockwave” 

It makes Traxies want to sob, to ask why he had never been told, memories flash of the only time he had ever seen the cyclops like mech, Ratchet had grabbed him before and of the Decepticon could see the young 3rd plated bitlet. There were so many emotions in him. But before Optimus can say anything nor the Ambassador Traxies was out the door of his Hab, transforming and taking off down the hall's comm call ending abruptly.

Traxies Raced through the halls like one possessed, EM field a swirling maelstrom of grief and shock. To have his past, his very identity stolen from him for so long the betrayal cut deeper than any blade. 

Why had Optimus kept this from him? Questions tumbled through Traxies' troubled mind, each bringing fresh waves of hurt. His true sire, Shockwave . How had he come to be the spawn of such a mech?

Lost in a turmoil of emotions, Traxies fell into a reckless dive through the barren fields of Thora 4. All he had known was a lie, leaving only pain in its wake. Was this the fate of all outliers - to live a lie. Exhausted and desperate, Traxies finally pulled from his dive, transforming and hovering amid the rocky giants as stellar winds buffeted his plating. A single, static-laced plea escaped into the void. "Why have you forsaken me...?” he curls in on himself before he begins to violently sob. 

He doesn't realise he's not on the ship anymore, nor that he's no longer sat on Thora 4, when he finally looks up from sobbing he's sat in a field of flowers, lush green grass which is a stark contrast from the asteroid field of Thora 4. Traxies' vents heaved when he finally raised his helm, intending to behold the cold emptiness. 

Earth's familiar aromas and atmosphere soothed frazzled sensors for a brief moment. 

How? He had not intended to jump, lost as he was in anguish's grip. Yet here, halfway across the cosmos, Earth's verdant grace had caught him. 

he collapsed into the soft grasses with a sob, overwrought by this bittersweet haven found by accident. Fingers curled into the petals as coolant poured freely, mingling with dew and pollen. Traxies at last released the tides of sorrow swelling his spark. He wept for the life denied him - for creators taken, for truths left unsaid. 

He doesn't know how long he lays in that grassy field. But he's broken out of his thoughts by the sound of a loud engine and the sound of a transformation Cog followed by the scrapping and clings of metal. His optics meet a much larger shutter mech who eyes him curiously. "Aya hurt Speedsta?" The unknown Mech calls out, 

Traxies jolted back online slowly, senses sluggish from emotional flux. Lifting tear-streaked optics, he beheld the hulking form looming overhead - a mech unlike any he'd seen, bold and unaligned. Fear and confusion pulsed in his field. "Hurt...no, I'm not hurt," Traxies said his vocalizer sounded rough after sobbing. 

 "I...who are you? Where did you come from?" No response came but a metallic scraping, as though the large mech struggled to communicate.

The Shuttler Laughs a hearty laugh. "Ay ya look rather Slagged, names Rattler. Pits Kid you look like you've been through it" he rumbled holding his servos up as he made himself less threatening as he moved closer to the young speedster.

Traxies tensed, but did not retreat as Rattler approached, this strange mech stunned the speedster with his unique design - an Earth mech indeed, yet like none he'd known before.

"Yea.. Found some things out about my past I wasn't ready for - that my whole life's been a lie. Intakes hitched on a fractured sob. "Don't...even know who or what I am anymore. Just had to get away, and somehow ended up here instead." His field flickered with confusion and anguish as dim optics met Rattler's once more. 

"Eh Everyone's runnin from something kid, not often ya see neutral mechs here, best keep yaself hidden if your gonna roam round, got mixed bots planet size ere, doubt ya wanna get dragged into that, Primus ya look like ya fresh in you plating, where's ya guardian?" Rattler asked, quite worried over the young mech on earth by himself.

Traxies field roiling with raw hurt. "No guardian. I...found out my whole life was one big lie. The mech who raised me - he wasn't truly my creator. Hid my true origins, my real sire, from me this whole time." A harsh laugh escaped him. "Turns out, my carrier wasn't even a Cybertronian. Can you believe it?" Chokes out with a fake laugh, pale pink coolant well up in his optics. 

"I had to get away when I learned the truth. Didn't know where to go, so I guess my outlier ability took over. Now I'm stuck here, with no idea who or what I am." His frame shuddered, barely holding back another wave of grief. Traxies looked to the Shuttle mech sitting beside him. 

"Needa plate ta cry on?" The older mech asked while moving closer to the young speedster. Traxies bit back a sob at the offer. Cycling a shuddering vent, he nodded once, blinking away fresh coolant running down his faceplate. 

"Yes, please." His voice emerged ragged, drained bare by the maelstrom within. Traxies did not resist as the massive arm slid beneath his back, nor as the shuttler lifted him tenderly against his plating with surprising care. Exhausted in spirited and frame, Traxies curled weakly into the solid warmth, gouging servos clenching against plating as fresh waves of grief took him. Muffled static-sobs emerged, echoing all the pain of revelations too cruelly borne. 

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Tiny stood by Shockwave's side as the Mech finished his last analysis over equipment. In truth they weren't taking much with them, Shockwave wasn't going to risk getting tracked by the DJD from Delphi. "Where are we heading?" Tiny asked, he was clothed in a rather dark hooded coat. Cybernetic leg on display but the rest of his body was covered. 

"To Cybertron," Shockwave replied succinctly, his optic focused on the task at hand. The decision to return to their home world held a sense of purpose and determination, 

Tiny's eye and optic flick to Shockwave as the Decepticon leans down to pick him up. "Why are we going back to cybertron? I thought you said the planet was destroyed in the war." So many questions float around in Tiny's thoughts. 

"Indeed, Cybertron did endure significant devastation during the war, but it has since undergone a process of reconstruction and revitalization," Shockwave began, his tone measured and informative as he addressed Tiny's inquiries. "Returning to Cybertron presents an opportunity to find new information."

As Shockwave lifted Tiny,the cyborg's gaze met the Decepticon's, " we may uncover new insights and discoveries that could shed light on the whereabouts of Optimus Prime and your search for Traxies," Shockwave continued, his words tinged with a hint of anticipation. 

Tiny's eye and optic light up when he hears those words. "Your... you're, but you said they.." His words are a jumbled mix trying to register everything. Shockwave had never looked for Traxies as he was unaware that he was placed in Orion's care. He had believed the senate had offlined their sparkling.

Shockwave observed the flicker of realisation on Tiny's face, the mix of confusion and surprise evident in his reactions. "I... I was not aware of Traxies being placed under Orion's care," Shockwave admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. The realisation that he had been operating under a misconception for so long, that his knowledge had been incomplete, stirred a mix of guilt and regret within the scientist. For all Shockwave knew he could have been responsible for offlining his sparkling unknowingly. 

Tiny moves before he thinks wrapping his arms around Shockwave's helm, hugging him closely, he didn't want to cry, it hurt his optic when he did. "Thank you, thank you" falls from his lips.

Shockwave's systems freeze up at the unexpected physical contact from Tiny, the embrace around his helm stirring a mix of emotions within the scientist. The warmth of the gesture, the gratitude and vulnerability in Tiny's words, touched a chord within Shockwave, prompting a rare flicker of emotion within his logical mind. "You are... welcome, Tiny," Shockwave responded, his voice soft yet resolute. The weight of Tiny's gratitude, the sincerity in his words, reverberated through the space between them, forging a bond of companionship and understanding that defied the confines of logic and reason.

In that moment Shockwave sees glimpses of his conjunx from before the war, Tiny from before the fall of everything, the sweet and beautiful human. It makes Shockwave's spark ache but he vows to himself that they would find out what happened to Traixes.

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[wwenhlimagines]

BESTIEEEE can you do a smut with Daniel Garcia or Hook based on the song Nasty (extended) by Russ? THAT SONG HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD pretty please

Nasty - Hook Smut

Warning: smut 18+ only

Part 2 potentially?

At the nightclub

I smirk as I find Anna Jay at the bar and pull her onto the dance floor. Our boyfriends would rather sit at the bar all night, but we always know how to have a good time without them. We start dancing to the beat and swaying our hips side to side, singing the songs to each other dramatically just for the fun of it.

Then Nasty by Russ comes on, and our heads snap over to the boys who have perked up a bit. They aren't coming over on their own, so we decide to give them a little show. I face away from Anna and bend all the way over, touching my toes before shaking my ass as I snake my way back upright. Hook has stood up from the barstool, but he still isn't moving yet.

"My turn, babe." Anna turns us both around, and she starts twerking on me. I pretend to slap her ass and that seems to get Jack's attention. He grabs Hook, and they both walk over to us. Jack turns Anna around to start twerking on him instead as Hook turns me to face away from him and pushes my back to get me to bend over like before. I repeat my actions and shake my ass as I snake my way back up.

I can feel Hook's grip tighten on my hips and his dick hardening as I sway my hips and grind back against him. "If you keep pulling that shit, we aren't going to make it back to the hotel."

I smirk and turn around in his arms, hooking one leg around his and leaning into him. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

Hook looked up yo tell Anna and Jack we are leaving, but they have already darted out as well. "I guess we will have to see. Now get your sexy ass to the car now."

I giddily grabbed his hand, and we walked out to the car, where he pushed me up against the back passenger door and pulled one leg around his hips. He ground his dick against my clit as we made out. His hand slid down and slipped two fingers past my panties into my dripping hole. He collected some juices on his fingers as my head lulled to the side, and I moaned lightly. "You really want to get Nasty? How about I fuck you right here where everyone can hear and see you whimper for me? What if I eat you out on the hood of the car and you are exposed to everyone walking by? Does that sound nasty to you, babe?"

My eyes are rolled back as he thrusts his fingers in and out, hitting my gspot every time. I nod my head and bite my lip. Hook's fingers leave my pussy and he brings them up to my mouth. "Suck my fingers. Taste yourself. Then I'll think about giving you what you want."

I do just as he asks and suck his fingers using my tongue to make sure I get every drop. He silently opens the car door, and I groan as I sit down and adjust my panties. He shuts the door and walks around to the driver's side before sitting behind the wheel.

He opens the center console and pulls out a remote control vibrator. He hands me the vibrator and he sets the remote in the cup holder as he starts the car. Once I have the vibrator tucked inside my panties, I lean back in the seat, mentally preparing for the ride home. "Since you want to make me hard in the club and want to get nasty in the parking lot, I think I'm taking the scenic route home."

I groan lightly, biting my lip as he reaches over and pushes the button to turn on the vibrator. He turns the car on and drives out of the parking lot, smirking to himself as I squirm in the passenger seat. Usually, the club is only a 10 minute ride from our house, but I have no idea how long we are going to be driving, so I try to ignore the toy between my legs.

I take deep breaths and look out the window, trying to distract myself when the intensity changes and I have no choice but to whimper. "Hook, baby, how much longer til we get home?"

He sets his hand, holding the remote on my leg, and squeezes lightly. "Depends how long it takes you to cum knowing anyone driving by can see you come undone."

I groan and try to lean my seat back as Hook turns off the toy. "Nuh, uh baby girl. Do you want to get Nasty in the club with Anna? Then you are going to cum where anyone can see your face."

I begrudgingly bring the seat back up, and Hook turns the toy back on. I decide to stop playing fair and reach over, grabbing him through his pants. He quickly turns onto a side street and parks the car before pulling his cock out of his pants. I unbuckle myself and crawl over to straddle him as he reclines his seat. The vibrator intensifies as he nudges my panties to the side and slowly lowers my hips onto his cock.

We both groan as he stretches me, and I start to bounce lightly. He changes the vibrator setting to pulse with his thrusts as he grabs my hips and fucks up into me. I grab the back of his seat and hold myself up as I moan his name. "Fuck yes, right there babe. I'm gonna cum."

His grip tightens as his nails dig into my hips and his brows furrow as a sign he is close. "Cum for me baby. I need to feel you squeeze me."

I grind my hips down and feel the vibrator hit my clit just right as my body shakes from waves of pleasure. I feel his thrusts get shallow as my walls squeeze tightly, and my slick drips down onto my inner thighs. I keep riding him until he stills inside me and I feel his cum paint my walls. We sit there for a minute or two trying to catch our breath before I lift my hips, and he slips out of me. He helps me adjust my panties and lifts me up to return to the passenger seat.

"Was that nasty enough for you Mr. Senerchia?"

He chuckled lightly as he turned the vibrator back on to the lowest setting. "I'm just getting started with you. Now keep our cum of the seat while I plot my revenge once we get home."

Tags: @thesupreme316 @gethooked @730hook @hookedonhook @louisianalady @hooks-martin @plentyoffandoms @daddyslittlevillain @legit9thlunaticwarrior @lclb13 @hookswifeeyy

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+act Magazine January 2024 Issue ft. Hirakawa Yuzuki Interview (translation below)

Publication: December 12, 2023

Hirakawa Yuzuki plays the immovable Rita Kaniska (PapillonOhger) in the Super Sentai series "Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger." In her first appearance in this magazine, she says that while her first priority is to complete this role, there are also things she wants to accomplish next.

"When did you first become interested in acting?"

Hirakawa: It wasn't until I joined my agency that I first became interested. Until then, I was attending a business high school in Kumamoto, my hometown, and wanted to become either a tax accountant or a certified public accountant in the future. Around that time, I learned about the "LDH Presents THE GIRLS AUDITION" and I told my parents, "I should enter like it's a commemorative entrance exam.*" I won the Grand Prix in the vocal and dance category, not the acting category. However, it wasn't until I joined the agency that I tried singing, dancing and acting genuinely. So, it was abit embarrassing being told that I was the Grand Prix winner in the vocal and dance category. (*exams taken for schools you have little to no chance of getting into)

"Your first performance was in a stage play."

Hirakawa: It was in "Moryo no Hako" starring Tachibana Kenchi-san. The play was set where the curtains rise on a scene between me and another girl, and I was so nervous that it caused my stomach to hurt every day. Once I said a few words on stage, I was okay, but until then…I guess that once I got on stage, I felt like I had no choice. But, until I was offstage, my heart would be pounding like crazy.

"Did the fact that it was your first time on stage, and your first performance, have a big impact on you?"

Hirakawa: I always thought that if I broke the tempo of the play in the first scene, things would become out of sync. Even during rehearsals I was told, "The beginning is important. It determines the quality of the performance." That's kind of scary. It's a big responsibility. But, I think they trained me well on that stage.

"What did you find interesting about the stage?"

Hirakawa: I always took lessons with two or three people at most, so more than anything, I enjoyed creating a production together with many people. I also thought it was fun to be with my dependable and kind seniors all the way through the rehearsal period, and that they started to feel like friends.

"Were there any memorable words that were said to you during rehearsals for the play or on the stage itself?"

Hirakawa: They'd say "Just try things out for now." I think I tend to worry about what other people think of me. If I think that I have to do something, I focus on only that. Still, I was told, "Just give it your all for now. It'll be easy to control things from there." This is often said on the set of the Sentai series that I'm currently performing in.

"Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger, right?"

Hirakawa: Their keyword is "Immovable," and I do what I can within that context and to "just give things a try." If I really deviate from the character, the Director will get me back on track.

"Have you seen any other Sentai productions?"

Hirakawa: When I was little, I watched "Tom and Jerry." I haven't really watched the previous series. In middle and high school, I was either doing practice lessons, club activities, eating meals, or sleeping (laughs).

"What kind of programs do you currently watch?"

Hirakawa: Since I started working, because I have alot to learn, I've been watching various things. I've only been alive for 22 years, so there are many things that I don't know. I'm learning about these experiences as I watch these works. What have I been watching…I really can't remember (laughs).

"(laughs). How do you remember your lines?"

Hirakawa: One of my strong points is memorizing things, but I'm the type of person who (intentionally) forgets them immediately (laughs). When they say, "We're done filming this scene," I instantly forget about it. So, I don't really remember much. Recently however, at the recommendation of a co star in King-Ohger, I watched the entirety of "Heaven and Hell: 2 Psychos," starring Ayase Haruka-san.

"Were you interested in Ayase-san and Takahashi Issei-san's personality changing performances?"

Hirakawa: It was interesting to see how the two of them came to know each other through swapping bodies. I also experienced performing a body swap in King-Ohger. Before we filmed it, it was recommended to me with, "This show, it's got body swapping," so I learned alot from it.

"For Rita, did they have the keyword "Immovable" from the beginning?"

Hirakawa: Since my role is that of the International Chief Judge, the words "always neutral" were there from the audition stage. When I was reading the script before filming started, the Director said to me, "Rita is Immovable. That's it." It doesn't mean that they shouldn't move, but that they're unwavering. I was also told, "There may not be much movement, but it holds various meanings. Please be extremely immovable this year." That's why even now, I'm looking for things I can do within being "immovable."

"What did you do at the audition?"

Hirakawa: It was an audition for two roles, the yellow Hymeno Ran, and Rita, who I'm playing. I played both roles in the first round, but when I entered the second round, in terms of her character, I thought, "I'm definitely not Hymeno." From there, I went after Rita.

"Did you feel any similarity between Rita and yourself?"

Hirakawa: I thought I could create something close to the calm and dignified feeling of the character. I'm also pretty tall (166 cm, 5'5"), so I thought that the darker color would also suit me in terms of image. Actually, I had auditioned for the Sentai series and Kamen Rider series multiple times, but most of the roles I've gone for up until now have been for the heroine. So, I thought it wasn't really suited for it. But, with Rita I thought, "That's definitely me." I was pretty enthusiastic, thinking that if I missed out on Rita, I wouldn't get a role like this for about four or five years. And then, until I started working in this industry, I hated my voice.

"But it's an attractive voice, with a deep bassy tone."

Hirakawa: When I finished my first performance, many people said to me, "Your voice is really nice." Do the people around me see this voice as my weapon? Rita's words are very persuasive, or rather, have weight to them. I knew from the audition that I could use my voice in this role. However, since filming started in King-Ohger, I felt that my voice has become even lower. I was trying to make my voice sound deeper, but I ended up sounding lower than usual (laughs). I might be stuck with this low voice. Maybe it'll go back to normal once this role ends.

"What do you currently find interesting about performing?"

Hirakawa: Rita only keeps their left eye visible, right? However, there's a limit to what can be expressed with just the eyes. They're a character that doesn't move that much and doesn't laugh. Things like the inflection and intensity of my lines and how they're conveyed are different from how it's been in the past. Still, by experiencing this kind of role, I feel that the range of my expressions have expanded in slightly different directions. I think I'm lucky.

"What kind of roles would you like to play in the future?"

Hirakawa: In episode 38 of King-Ohger, I performed with my face showing, but I was embarrassed since it had been awhile. A year ago, I would've been able to do it normally, so first of all, I'd like to "reset" that (laughs). I don't have much of a funny role now, so I'd like to play more energetic roles. Also, I want to wear a uniform! I want to be in a school story. It doesn't matter if I'm a class president, a bully, or some kid with a depressed personality. I just want to wear a uniform (laughs). I definitely want to make that happen. But for now, my first priority is to finish King-Ohger. It's been a year, and I think the real battle afterwards will be letting go of Rita and returning to Hirakawa Yuzuki.

[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 4.2 - Dating for Weirdos

ALICE

They end up at Annie Joe’s as a result of Alice’s “Develop a Plan in Realtime” tap dance. It’s a leftover habit from her time with Jeffery. He would never say exactly what he wanted, leaving her to deploy a bunch of coy observations, questions that weren’t really questions, and leaps of faith to figure it out.

“Are you planning to go inside, or do you have some kind of telepathy that allows you to place orders from the sidewalk?” Vlad’s delivery is so deadpan Alice has no idea if he’s teasing her. Plus, he won’t even look at her. 

She bites back the urge to explain that no matter how happy her ex was to meet his friends here, he got so pissed when Alice took him that he shook her until her teeth rattled.

Why did she let him do that? Why did she accept it? Even now, when she knows she was being gaslit, her muscle memory keeps her feet stuck to the pavement.

“I’m afraid this place will poison me,” she lies because it's better than admitting her fear.

“The campus cafeteria will poison you,” Vlad admonishes, but he’s smiling. “This place will change your life. The food is delicious. You made an excellent choice.”

Alice looks down at her feet because she knows if he reaches for her hand she’s going to throw up.

Please don’t do it. Please don’t. 

It takes a few seconds to pull herself together, but when she looks up, Vlad is just holding the door open. Relieved, she follows him into the diner. 

They get stuck behind a woman yelling at a server about her bill. A server who clearly doesn’t give a shit, which—

Good for her. That’s who Alice used to be.

When they get their seats and scan the menu, Alice’s stomach is so twisted in knots from mourning her former self that she only orders coffee. Vlad, meanwhile, raises a brow, doubles the coffee, and then proceeds to order enough food to feed an army. 

The coffee arrives. 

The silence stretches. 

Alice has exactly two thoughts in her head:

Why is talking so hard?

And why is she so broken that she can’t even make conversation? 

She doesn’t realize she’s actually voiced those thoughts until Vlad answers.

“Talking is hard because everyone wastes time saying the opposite of what they mean, and thus, every conversation is deciphering whether you should respond to the thing someone has said or the thing they mean and depending on the time of day and the height of the sun in the fucking sky it could be either.” He sips his coffee, “The problem is not you. The problem is that there are no rules, and hell is other sims.”

Alice doesn’t know whether to wince or laugh. She didn’t used to have such dark thoughts. Being around tons of sims made her happy. She loved parties. Now, large groups make her sweat, and she can’t get through a party unless she has access to alcohol.

Lots and lots of alcohol. 

Hell is other sims.

Vlad takes in her expression and sighs. “I’m sorry. That was…” He breaks off. “I’m probably not going to get through this date without saying something off-putting. I can be unsettling despite my best efforts. Or, well, not really my best effort,” he says almost to himself, “More like no effort if I'm being honest.”

Alice’s mouth falls open. It's a stunning thing to admit on a first date. Sure, she has some obvious flaws, but still, she was worth a little bit of work. “D-did I hear you right?” she demands, “You’re not even trying?”

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Honestly, shout out to @coolpuppy12, who built this amazing lot! I love it so much 😭😭😭

Also, just gonna say some stuff about Alice here:

When I was young (Alice's age), I was in an abusive relationship, and getting out of it was a REAL MINDFUCK. It took time to get back to my old self (or, I guess, learn that you can't really go back, but you can become something new and better). And when I started working on this story, I was debating on how much of this to actually put in.

Ultimately, I decided to just go for it, which has been pretty cathartic to write.

Anyway, I just wanted to flag this because Alice will probably come off as a bunch of contradictions for a while (She's confident! She's not confident! She's horny! Wait, don't touch her!), and that's just coming out of writing my own experience. She's finding her footing and mourning her old self while trying to trust again.

But rest assured, this is a HEA (Happily Ever After), and baby is gonna figure herself out!

I guess it just felt important to me to write someone in the messy middle bc I needed that when I was in the messy middle. And seeing someone make it to the other side? Fucking chef's kiss.

Okay, enough of me oversharing emotional trauma on the internet! In about five minutes (aka the next part), Vlad is going to say something completely outrageous, and this date is gonna get weird and funny, I promise lol.

[elliwiny]

TLDR The Musical Chicago Taught Me About The Terrible Societal Pressure to Perform Gender Way Before I Really Understood What That Even Was

So it's Pride Month! And I've been listening to Chicago basically every day because it's exactly the length of my commute right now so I wanted to write about it.

I didn't grow up questioning my gender, and I guess my sexuality was 'I'll worry about that when I'm older' - until I got to my 20's and hit the 'oh shit, I haven't got the feelings I'm supposed to have, is something wrong with me?' phase of my existence.

Bringing it around to Chicago - I mean, look at her! It's Catherine Zeta Jones! Everybody is a little attracted to women, right? They're supposed to be hot! That's just how it is!

Hahahahaha.

But other than my hilariously delayed lesbianism I think Chicago stealthily gave me a primer on the fucked up ways our society enforces gender performance. Because you don't have to be trans to be in a situation where your life depends on giving 'em the ol' razzle dazzle.

The protagonist, Roxy Hart, is an asshole, a murderer, and kind of a ditz. Most of the criminals are right assholes, some are more sympathetic, and one is even 100% innocent! Aside from the innocent Hungarian, the thing the prisoners have in common is that they were boxed in, and were driven to violence after being pushed too far.

Whether 'too far' is justified is immaterial to the point. They became outlaws, and must perform womanhood to win over the court of public opinion and earn their 'not guilty' verdicts. And it's not just the kind of performance where you have to color inside the lines to not come off as weird, it's the kind where you dance and contort for the entertainment of the people who get to decide whether you get to live or die.

In Roxy's case this is kind of awesome. She's always wanted to be a star and with the power of hot-headed cold-blooded murder, she's stumbled ass-backwards into an unexpected avenue of fame and attention. She's determined to do this well, not for her survival (she doesn't appreciate the gravity of the situation, yet) but for a way to launch a career as a singer.

I mean what's Roxy's other choice? Go back to Amos? The guy who affectionately puts her on the same level as a housecat in his song? He's not the one who 'pushed' her, poor guy can't push anybody to do anything, but that's not even an option she entertains. I used to think he was one of the few good people in this movie/show, but it became pretty clear to me that devotion isn't the same thing as love.

Anyway, enter Billy Flynn, famous lawyer and expert ringmaster. In the song where he talks to the press, they do this cool thing where the reporters' initial questions don't follow the melody at first. As Billy crafts Roxy's story they quickly fall into the structure of the music, too. They draw the conclusions he wants them to, too. "Understandable! Comprehensable! Not a bit reprehensible, it's so defensible~"

Roxy's cover story is absurd, by the way, but it ingeniously plays to her type. She's a ditz but she's not naive, she has incredible natural instincts for the game she's playing. (Well, when it counts. She is resistant following the script, which sometimes gets her in trouble)

Roxy's innocent veneer plays contrast to the Hungarian, who becomes the first woman in the county to be hung for murder. She can't speak the language, literally, which locks her out of being able to play the game at all. In the framework of Roxy's imagination, we see the Hungarian's death as another performance... Because it is!

If you cannot perform, a narrative will be assigned to you and we will cheer for your pretty corpse. The metaphor could not be more clear. This is when shit gets real for Roxy, too.

Velma Kelly is also a good performer, who knows the game, but she has a disadvantage to Roxy. Her story just isn't as good. Nobody really believes she didn't do it, she's already so entrenched in the circus of jazz and liquor and sin that sentencing her is the least interesting outcome. I think that's why she gets away with shit like 'oh I blacked out I can't remember a thing' and getting her charges thrown out in exchange for her testifying against Roxy.

After all, she can't do it alone ;) if she didn't suck up her pride and embrace the pivot to playing the heel in Roxy's story, I bet she'd be hanging, too. Or at least, destitute.

They're both discarded by the public as soon as the verdict is passed and there's fresh blood to gawk at. The only way they survive as independent women cast outside the protections offered as stifled housewives is to embrace the world of Jazz, liquor, and sin... and most importantly, the narrative of the rivalry that they perform for those roaring ding-dong-daddies.

And it's not so bad, because that's what they both wanted, anyway.

[sevensoulmates]

A bit bummed buddie is going canon on such a short season but the writers are doing an awesome job (and you guys have waited long enough I just got here lol) so I’m stoked!!! There’s some much potential for fun storylines here I’m so excited!! What are some storylines you’d like to see once they are together? Could be comical or more series

Well, I mean I guess it depends on what your definition of "canon" is. To me, based on the last episode alone, they're already canon (meaning it's basically irrefutable to me that they're going to eventually be in a relationship or be endgame). If by canon you mean "starting a relationship" I actually don't think that's going to happen this season. I think it'll be next season at the earliest. I do have faith that now that the writers/creators are getting a bit more freedom, they're first going to put Buck and Eddie through the personal arcs they need to go through first. For Buck, realizing he's bi and feeling more secure in who he is as a person. For Eddie, realizing he's lived with comphet his entire life and finally accepting who he is and finally living his life in a way that will actually make him happy.

Once they've done that then they'll be able to get them together.

Some things I'd like to see:

-(This might be unpopular but) I want the sperm donor stuff/ Connor/Kameron to come back up. I want Buck to reckon with that choice he made, and truly recognize that he's been a father figure to Chris this whole time. I don't need the baby to be in his life, but just a reference or even a run-in with Connor/Kameron. Something to put a bookend on that storyline now that Buck is settled with Eddie/Chris.

-Chris wants to learn to drive/get a license, and Eddie + Buck have to navigate that worry together

-My heart's biggest desire is for them to just work side by side like normal but just have more small moments that very obviously are indicators that they're together (something along the lines of the scene where Eddie suddenly knew a bunch of fun facts about Goat Yoga, or the scene where they're just chatting while they patched up the dude who broke his leg in the fire at dispatch). Scenes where they work in sync together, but maybe before something dangerous, they share looks or have a private code that means be safe.

-in the same vein MY KINGDOM for Buck and Eddie to have a scene like Bathena had in 2x01 where they meet up between the firetrucks and one of them pushes the other up against the side of the truck and kisses him. My entire life would be made.

-I would like a storyline where Buck gets to meet Eddie's family from Texas a little better. I don't believe that there wouldn't be conflict with them (maybe not straight-up homophobic but I just can't imagine Helena accepting it all so easily. I just know she'd be a queen of microaggressions). I DESPERATELY need Eddie to stand up for himself to his mom in particular.

-(this would be very far in the future) but I want Buck to eventually go out for fire captain. I think he would be a great fit and I think it'd be very interesting for them to have to adjust to such a big change in their work dynamic after X amount of years.

-a motherfucking WEDDING. And I don't want it to be a small thing like a backyard wedding, or a courtroom wedding, or an elopement in the hospital or something. It doesn't necessarily need to be HUGE but I would like a semi-traditional wedding. Idk why but I have a MIGHTY NEED to hear Buck and Eddie's personalized vows to each other and I NEED to see them have their first dance. Honestly, I take back the traditional wedding thing. As long as I get to hear every word of their vows and see them slow dance, they could do it at the firehouse or a dumpster for all I care.

-I'd be interested if Shannon's relatives show up and want to be a part of Christopher's life or something. Or even like, just want to visit him but Eddie's unsure because it brings up bad memories and stuff. I'd be interested to see Shannon's relative's reaction to Eddie with a man.

-OOHOOHOOH EDDIE CHILDHOOD SCENES a la Buck Begins. I want to see what he was like when he was younger to see how much of him has changed since he had Chris, since he went to the military, etc. Dear God I want an Eddie Begins Again.

That's all for now! I gotta make my drive home!

[harrietvane]

So, in response to tags on this post re: a Daniel Henney/Navarre Ladyhawke scenario, I have been thinking for DAYS on who else one would cast.

To make it fun you really want to set boundaries. Stick to a) people you can cast now (it's not open choice eg you can't cast Gene Tierney then with DH now, it has to be both here and now), and b) be of an equivalent career profile (aka you can't cast some rando from an advertisment), and c) stick within the general vibe and age range of the original narrative. However point c) has really challenged me, as I looked up the ages of the original cast for comparison and it has not satisfied me re: contemp. casting.

For example, Rutget Hauer was 41, and Michelle Pfeiffer was 27. Daniel Henney is 44, so far so good, but then when I went looking at actors in the 27 year age bracket I get like the Ella Purnells and Daisy Edgar Joneses and Anya Taylor Joys of the world? I get that people who notably played teens on screen recently are not actual teenagers, i do know this... but the idea of casting, like, one of the flashback Yellowjackets vs Daniel Henney (44) bores me to tears. BORES ME to TEARS. Navarre/Isabeau, despite sharing very little screentime, have a feeling of being adults of an equivalent experience/confidence/capability, perhaps because they are both the Adults when compared to Philippe's Youth, and the Bishop's and Imperius' Age. Phillipe has to seem like a teenager to her, but he'll be a mid-20's actor already so like I'm not super keen on casting gorgeous models who have yet to see the fun side of 30.

But also like Zöe Robins is in her early 30s and the vibe they have in WoT seems dynamic and interesting between them, so I'd not averse to ZR as Isabeau for for funsies, and just have a WoT LadyhawkeAU. However, I scouted around by going up a decade for the hell of it.

Front runners are: Jodie Turner Smith (you definely go 'holy shit that is the Face of Love', and she can play a quiet dignity combined with a 'i do what i want' vibe); hard to miss Keira 'queen of costume' Knightley (you KNOW she could do it, and she does 'pining and pissed off' so well); but my fave is Sofia Boutella - Isabeau does a lot of no-dialogue scenes of her Looking and Reacting to things, rolling her eyes at Phillipe, thinking about things silently, and Pining, and Boutella is a spectacular no-dialogue actor. She has a dance background, so no surprise I guess. I mean she's been in a lot of action-heavy stuff with minimal/expository dialogue, and you can SEE her feelings. She can do angry and vulnerable and quiet in combination. She can rock a 'i cut my own hair off' look like no problem.

Imperius is Simon Russell Beale. I just like to see him in everything.

Casting Phillipe the Mouse is impossible. IMPOSSIBLE. Ladyhawke is essentially a 2-hander, times 2, because Isabeau and Navarre can't interact due to the uhhhhh central premise of the movie. That means the actual on-screen chemistry has to be between Isabeau|Phillipe, and Navarre|Phillipe (| or / depending on your chemstry preferences I guess).

Due to the age range, you're looking at bascially the kind of people who get cast as one of the kids in Stranger Things, and I recoil. Broderick's entire brand is built on having so much Ferris Bueller youthful rocket-fuel charisma he literally defined the man-child archetype at 23. I cannot think of anyone working now in that age bracket who I would not immediately tell to STFU anytime they were on screen. Idk, find some kid who is live on stage as Billy Elliot or in Matilda right now somewhere, that's probably your best bet

[bruggle]

Behold, another One-shot for @absolutely-normal-about-x 's Legends Reborn AU. So uh... enjoy!

Halcyon

X marks the spot, right? At least, that's how it usually works in the movies. Volnutt had noticed strange markings on the wall within a random set of ruins last time he had been there, now it was time to see if the saying was true!

...Hopefully he doesn't regret it...

Words: 4,736

"Breathe, it's over now, over now

We can love, we can love

We can love, we can love

And the birds will sing our song in Halcyon"

Roll had not been happy.

-Halcyon, The Paper Kites

  She had been set up to leave for the next prospective dig site when Volnutt returned from the ruins, but… he had been… reluctant to leave. There was something off about this set; something that had tugged at him. While he had been exploring, he had come across a strange set of markings on one of the walls. It… well, it had looked like a series of ‘x’s. None of the other walls had looked like that. And it wasn’t so decorative that Volnutt could just pass it off as just the previous owners weird design choice. No, it looked… deliberate. Intentional. So he had begged and begged his adoptive sister to let him have just one more day to look through the ruins.

  She hadn’t been happy, of course. Time was money in this business, after all. There were only so many relics that could be uncovered. And they all had to eat somehow! But… something about those markings on the wall… he just… he couldn’t stop thinking about them. What did they mean? Sure, ‘x’ had often marked the spot of treasure in stories and movies, but this was real life! Surely nobody did that of their own volition, right? It’d be too easy for people to figure out where you kept your valuables. So… why would anyone do that?

  In any case, Volnutt would be figuring that out today. As he geared up to head back into the ruins, Roll had called out to him. “Hey, if you’re going to go,” she started. “I suggest you hurry up. I can see the Bonne’s ship coming in.” Volnutt froze for a second. “What?!” he exclaimed. “Yeah, I guess they were following us or something,” replied Roll. “’Cuz they’re heading this way.” Volnutt groaned as he rolled his eyes. This was definitely something he didn’t need.

  “You got this?” he checked with Roll.

  “Oh please,” she grinned. “If they try boarding the Flutter, they’re going to have a hard time even catching her. I’ve been putting a lot of work into this baby!”

  Volnutt chuckled as he slipped on the last of his Digger gear. “Just be careful,” he cautioned. “Hey, you too,” Roll said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Go and find your weird thing.” And with that, Volnutt made his way back into the depths of the ruins.

 

 

  Upon making his way back to the room that had the strange walls, Volnutt noticed this time there were… well… lots of floating lights hanging around. They hadn’t been here yesterday… He was immediately cautious, remembering tales from other Diggers talking about these things. ‘Spirits’, they had called them. There were a lot of conflicting information about them; some Diggers claimed that they were a life-saver, helping lost people find their way out of ruins. Others claimed that they were a death sentence; trickster beings that would destroy anything remotely electronic however it suited them, leaving Diggers lost and with no way to contact for help. Perhaps it just depended on the Spirit themselves.

  Either way, Volnutt didn’t want to have to contend with them as well as the Bonne’s. But.. they were swarming all over the wall! Right where he needed to be! Well, if anything, this proved that there had to be something of value here. …Hopefully. While Volnutt was struggling to figure out how exactly to either slip past or… lure the Spirits away, he didn’t notice a couple of the orbs of light slowly beginning to dance around his head. The sudden crackle of static from his coms quickly made him aware of his situation, however. Letting out a yelp of surprise, he quickly backed up. “H-hey,” he nervously greeted. “Uh… I don’t know if you can understand me, but uh… c-could you please go somewhere else?” The Spirits either couldn’t understand him, or were simply choosing to ignore him, as they continued to dance around him. This… probably wasn’t good. Suddenly, Volnutt noticed a much larger orb of light slowly beginning to drift towards him. Ah. Great. Just what he needed.

  Much to his surprise, however, the smaller Spirits began to drift away from him. Maybe there was a hierarchy? Who knew. Spirits were weird from what he understood. As Volnutt watched it, trying to figure out what it wanted, he noticed that it was slowly moving in a pattern. A sort of ‘come here’ movement. Did it think he was lost? While Volnutt appreciated the gesture, he knew exactly where he was. “Oh, I’m not lost,” he assured the Spirit. “Just… trying to figure out what’s with this wall.” With that, he moved closer to the ‘x’s, gently putting his hand to one of them. Looking closer, he noticed that there was a barely noticeable gap. Was.. was this a door? Volnutt looked around for a way to open it, but… there was… nothing. A couple of the smaller orbs began dancing around him again, but he really wasn’t worried about the Spirits anymore; all of the smaller ones seemed to be less inclined to mess with him now that the larger one was nearby.

  The orb didn’t seem too happy with being ignored, however. As now, it was repeating it’s movements much faster. Volnutt watched it curiously; it didn’t seem to be trying to lead him out, he realized. If anything, it seemed to be trying to lead him further in. That… could probably be dangerous. Again, these things weren’t always the most benevolent.

  A sudden crash made Volnutt aware that he was no longer alone.

  Sighing, he really didn’t want to deal with all three Bonne’s right now. One was enough of a handful, thank you very much. Turning his attention back to the large orb, he made up his mind. This was most likely a bad decision, but hey. He had made plenty of those. And it had turned out alright so far! Volnutt just had to hope his luck lasted just a little longer. “Please don’t lead me into a trap,” he quietly pleaded to the Spirit as he carefully began to follow it. The orb seemed to glow just a little brighter, as if pleased by his decision.

 

 

  Following the orb, Volnutt was lead to a corridor he hadn’t noticed on his first go through. Granted, he had solely been focused on finding Relics; but it still made him slightly embarrassed to have realized exactly how much of the ruins he had missed. Oh well. Oddly enough, there was a low hum of electricity running through this area. That was… strange. Very few ruins ever had any sort of energy running through them. Volnutt briefly wondered about the reason; in his experience, any sort of electricity meant there would be a bunch of reaverbots. But, there would also be a much better Relic to take home.

  He hoped he wouldn’t have to fight a bunch…

  Was that what this Spirit was leading him to?

  In any case, the ball of light seemed to get more and more excited as they made their way through the hallway; zipping around his head, it would dance around further in front of him then return as though to make sure he was still following. It was rather funny, but Volnutt still wasn’t sure how much he could trust it. Eventually, they came upon a large room. In the center, was a large monitor. The Spirit lead him further inside, right up to the device.

  It seemed old (what else was new), and a good layer of dust covered everything. Volnutt wasn’t super familiar with Old World technology, but the few computers he had come across certainly didn’t look anything like this. For one, it didn’t look like there was any sort of keyboard. Is… is this what the Spirit wanted him to see? “Do you… want me to turn it on?” Volnutt hesitantly asked. He still didn’t know if they understood people; and even if they did, how would he understand it back? Well, now he felt a little silly for asking it. The orb didn’t seem too bothered though, as it danced around a spot under the monitor. It then moved back over to his right hand, enveloping it within it’s light. “…You want me to touch it?” Volnutt questioned. The Spirit glowed brighter. Huh. Guess that answers that.

  Shrugging, Volnutt hesitantly reached out to the spot the Spirit had been dancing around. He still wasn’t entirely sure about this, (for all he knew, this could be activating a ton of reaverbots!) but… something compelled him to listen to it. His instincts hadn’t lead him wrong so far, so… he’d probably be fine, right? Carefully, slowly, Volnutt gently placed his hand against the place pointed out to him.

  And his hand was sucked into the machinery.

  Ah.

  And… now the Spirit was abandoning him. Great.

  “Hey, get back here!” Volnutt exclaimed, slightly panicking. The orb merely ignored him as the monitor came to life.

  DNA SEQUENCING: BEGIN it read.

  Wait, what?

  A sudden pain in his stuck hand made Volnutt cry out. What was going on?! The machine then let go of his hand, allowing Volnutt to pull it back as quickly as he could. He looked over the damage; it wasn’t as bad as it had felt, thank goodness. Just a small cut that had somehow made it past all of his armor (he really did not want to see what was able to cause that!) Glancing back up at the monitor, Volnutt noticed that it now read something else.

SEQUENCING COMPLETE

POSITIVE MATCH

  …Positive match for what?

BEGIN RELEASE PROTOCOL

  Oh no. Oh no no no no. Volnutt began to panic. Anything being released in any sort of ruins was never a good sign. Well, worse comes to worse, he could always lead whatever it is to the Bonne’s…

  No, that’d be too mean.

ERROR: INSUFICIENT POWER

  Oh thank goodness. Volnutt let out a sigh of relief. He was done with this place. Whatever kind of secrets this place held, it was not worth the heart attack he just went through. As he turned to leave, however, the monitor showed one more message:

ACTIVATING EMERGENCY REROUTING

  Oh crap.

  The room went completely dark; Volnutt couldn’t see anything. He was pretty sure that if he tried waving his hand in front of his face, he wouldn’t even be able to see that. As he raked his brain to try and figure out how the heck he was going to get out of here with no way to see, a sudden light stung his eyes. Oh, his Spirit friend hadn’t abandoned him. “Well now look what you did,” Volnutt grumbled at it. The orb seemed to dim itself in something of an apology, before slowly moving towards the exit. Muttering to himself, Volnutt quickly followed after it. He really did not feel like being stuck here, thank you very much. While following the Spirit is what lead him into this mess in the first place, it was also his only source of light at the moment.

  Whatever the ruins were trying to release, he did not want to be caught by it in the dark.

  The Spirit quickly led Volnutt back through the ruins, where holes in the roof were more plentiful. This set his nerves more at ease; he’d really rather not have to fight something by the pitiful light of the Spirit. As they re-entered the room that held the ‘x’s, Volnutt was met by a sight that made his heart sink.

  The Bonne’s were currently bickering amongst themselves. Well, Tiesel and Tron were. Bon was currently sitting off in the corner, playing with some of the rubble. As he watched them, he noticed his Spirit slowly fade out of sight. Huh. Maybe it figured it was done here? Guess he was going to be dealing with the Bonne’s alone. “I’m telling you,” Tiesel was objecting. “I didn’t touch anything!”

  “Then why did that wall start glowing?!” Tron argued. Volnutt glanced over to the aforementioned wall, seeing that all the markings were, in fact, glowing. “I don’t know!” Tiesel exclaimed. “Why don’t you ask him?” Tron turned in her mech, finally noticing Volnutt standing in the doorway. Great. “YOU,” she fumed. “What did you do, Mega-dork?!” Sighing, Volnutt debated on how much (if any) he should tell them. “Well,” he started. “I uh… I followed a Spirit-“

  “You followed a Spirit?!” Tiesel interjected. “Are you an idiot?!”

  Volnutt let out an audible gulp, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. “I know, I know,” he said. “But… It was pretty persistent!”

  “Well yeah,” deadpanned Tron. “They like causing trouble! Geez, what is this, your first dig?”

  Volnutt let out a groan. He really shouldn’t have said anything. “Look, it lead me to this room with a computer,” he explained. “And… It like… took a blood sample or something. Said I was a match.”

  “A match for what?” Tiesel asked, quirking a brow. Volnutt shrugged. “No idea,” he grumbled. “It just… said ‘activating release protocol’.” The two Bonne’s let out a loud, exaggerated groan. “Are you kidding me, Mega-dork?!” the middle Bonne exasperated. “Again, is this your first dig?” Volnutt rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he muttered. Tron let a loud sigh, before turning to the wall. “Well, if it’s a ‘you’ thing,” she said, gesturing to the markings. “Then you deal with it. But we get half the loot just for dealing with your dumbness.”

  “What?!” Volnutt exclaimed. “No way! You chose to come into these ruins on your own!”

  “Yeah, and it’s a good thing we did,” Tiesel retorted. “You could have easily gotten yourself killed!”

  “Babuu!” Bon interjected. Volnutt gave him a withering glare. “Not helping,” he grumbled. Whatever. Letting out a long sigh, Volnutt made his way to the closest ‘x’. There wasn’t anything that gave away what could possibly be behind the door; but the low, red light was promising. While he still had no real idea on how to open it (there wasn’t any sort of handle!), Volnutt gently let his hand rest against it.

  And with that, the door opened.

  Volnutt stepped back with a yelp, he certainly hadn’t been expecting that! He heard Tron snickering behind him, and turned to give her a slight glare. All four carbons curiously looked into the now opened compartment. It was hard to make out what was inside for a second due to the lighting, but as their eyes adjusted, Volnutt could make out the form of a person.

  An incredibly tall person, but a person nonetheless. He was dressed in a bulky sort of red armor, and seemed to have red scales littering his body from what exposed skin Volnutt could see, and were… were those horns? “…What the heck?” Tiesel muttered. With that, the sealed carbon slowly opened his eyes. “…The heck are you?” the unknown figure demanded. “Could ask you the same thing,” Tron snorted. The strangers’ eyes narrowed. “I suggest you watch your tone,” he growled. The middle Bonne scoffed as she rolled her eyes. “Oh please,” she sniffed. “Is that any way to talk to the people who woke you up? Who knows how long you’ve been in there! Talk about ungrateful!”

  “Tron!” Volnutt hissed. “Would you please stop?” The strangers eyes settled on him, making him freeze up a bit. (Cut him some slack! This guy is intimidating!) There was a perplexed look to him; but he quickly shook his head, refocusing on Tron yet again. “You think I couldn’t bust myself out of here?” the stranger snarled, stepping out of the container that had sealed him in. “If you could, then why didn’t you?” she challenged. Oh. Oh no. Volnutt had a feeling this was going to end in a fight. With a roar, the tall figure leapt at the middle Bonne.

  “Babuu!”

 Bon intercepted the figure, punching him in the gut. Whatever inertia the guy had, was now sending him hurtling off to the side. “Take care of him Bon,” Tron ordered, a bored tone to her voice. “I’m gonna see if there’s anything interesting in the rest of these.”

  “WHY YOU LITTLE-“

  Part of Volnutt wanted to try to defuse the situation, there really was no need for any of this! And what if Bon got hurt?! This guy seemed like a real threat! “C’mon, Mega-dork,” Tron called to him. “I’m pretty sure you gotta be the one to open these if it needed your blood. Tiesel will make sure nothing happens.” He hesitated, but… he was curious about what was in the rest of these… What if it was more people? They needed to get them out of there, if that were the case!

  Reluctantly, Volnutt followed after the girl. Making their way to the second ‘x’, Tron made a grand gesture at it. “After you, Mega-dweeb,” she teased. Volnutt gave her a disparaging glance, but obediently pressed his hand against it. This one too, opened up; and inside was yet another person. This one was much shorter than the previous guy, and was sporting a sort of loose, green tunic. The most noticeable feature about him, however, was the fact that he had wings instead of arms. What were these people?! Volnutt started to have some doubts; what if these guys were sealed for a reason?

  The second figure slowly began opening his eyes, an absolutely bewildered look forming on his face as he took in the sight of Volnutt. “Master… X?” he whispered. “No… it couldn’t be… you’re too young…” That… didn’t make Volnutt feel any better. “HEY HARPUIA!” the first stranger yelled out. “GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR AND HELP ME OUT!” ‘Harpuia’, as he had been introduced, immediately turned to the first. “Fefnir, what the hell did you get yourself into now?!” he snapped. “JUST HELP ME ALREADY!” ‘Fefnir’ argued. With a groan, the green clad carbon jumped out of his container and made his way to where the two were fighting. “Should we help Bon?” asked Volnutt. “Nah,” Tron stated nonchalantly. “He’s got it.”

  With that, a sudden explosion rocked the ruins.

  Ah. He had bombs. Of course he did.

  “Well, onto the next one,” stated Tron, turning her mech to the next door. “Wait, Tron!” Volnutt pleaded. "Are you sure this is a good idea?! What if these guys are dangerous?!” She glanced down at him. “If they can’t even take Bon, they can’t be that dangerous,” the middle Bonne insisted. “Besides, didn’t you hear that guy? You look like someone they know. Aren’t you curious?” He was, but… Volnutt also knew better than to just blindly open things! Anyone called ‘master’ probably wasn’t a good guy if all the stories he read were to be believed, after all!

  “But-“

  “Look, do you want to see what’s behind the doors or not?”

  Volnutt looked down at the ground, but slowly walked closer to the third door. “That’s what I thought,” Tron smugly said. “Now open it!” Sighing, Volnutt slowly pressed his hand against the third door. This one also revealed a person; surprisingly a girl! She had long, grey hair with blue streaks, and a sleek, blue set of armor. This one looked by far the most normal, but… Volnutt wasn’t holding his breath. As the blue clad stranger opened her eyes, she let out an enormous yawn and- ope. Yep. There it is. She had shark-like teeth. "Dang, how long have I been out?” she muttered, wiping at her eyes. “Oh hello, who are you two?” Volnutt opened his mouth to reply, but was cut short by a squawk from the side. Harpuia had been tossed back into the container he had come out of. “Holy shit, was that Harpuia?” the third stranger chuckled as she leaned out in order to get a better look. “Leviathan, if you ever bring this up again, I am going to kill you,” the green clad carbon hissed, stepping out of the door again. ‘Leviathan’ merely let out a laugh at that. “What did you boys get yourself into?” she teased. “JUST HELP US, WOULD YOU?!” Fefnir roared, before he was easily chucked halfway across the room by Bon. “Babuu!” the toddler happily cried.

  “Men,” Leviathan sighed, sending a wink at Tron. “What would they do without us?” And with that, she joined the fray. Volnutt watched as she effortlessly began dodging around Bon’s punches. It was almost as if she were dancing, rather than fighting. “Hey, Mega-dork,” Tron called, pulling him from his musing. “We still got two more doors to go.” Right. Volnutt let out short breath as he followed Tron to the second to last door. Upon opening it, they were greeted by yet another carbon. He was clad in sleek, purple armor, and had pitch black hair. As he opened his eyes, Volnutt noticed they were rather cat like in appearance. The stranger gave them a skeptical look, before looking out to see the other three fighting with Bon. He merely raised a brow at that. “So uh… who are you?” Volnutt tentatively asked. “Phantom,” the fourth stranger replied. “Gonna join the party?” Tron smirked. ‘Phantom’ as he called himself, gave her a smug look. “Nah,” he said, waving his hand (wait, why did they look like cat paws?!) “But I should have brought popcorn.”

  “PHANTOM, YOU BITCH,” Fefnir yelled, taking yet another hit from Bon. The purple clad carbon simply laughed.

  In any case, there was one more door left. Volnutt quickly dodged around Tron, pressing his hand against it.

  Inside was a much older man.

  His hair was long. Like, ridiculously long. It was a similar shade of brown to Volnutt’s own, although there were a couple of white streaks here and there. There was also an ‘x’ shaped scar on his cheek. What had he gone through? His armor looked oddly similar to Volnutt’s… That was weird… As the man slowly opened his eyes, they fell upon Volnutt.

  The intensity of his stare made Volnutt nervous. Did… did he have something on his face? No, that couldn’t be it. That wouldn’t cause anyone to make that sort of expression. The man looked like he had seen a ghost. Maybe he had? Were the Spirits back? Volnutt looked behind him to check and see if they had or not. Nope, not a single orb in sight. He turned back to the last stranger. That bewildered look was still there, and were… were those tears? Volnutt was about to speak when the man suddenly fell to his knees, clasping his hands onto the younger carbon’s shoulders. “Hey, are you okay mister?” Volnutt asked, alarmed. The man shook his head, a smile forming onto his face. “You…” he spoke (And wow, there was something about his voice that resonated with Volnutt. That was weird.) Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a choked sob. Well now Volnutt was really worried. Who was this guy? And why was he so affected by him? The man placed a gentle hand against Volnutt’s cheek.

  “You’re my son,” he said.

  Volnutt froze. Surely he heard wrong? “I uh… I think you’ve got the wrong person,” he insisted. The man vehemently shook his head. “There is no way I’m wrong,” the older carbon maintained. “You are my son. You… you look just like I did… Just… younger…” Oh, okay yeah. There were definitely tears coming from this guy now. Volnutt had zero idea what to do. What did you do in this sort of situation?! As he was about to protest, another loud explosion occurred; saving Volnutt from the awkward situation he had found himself in. The man looked past the younger blue clad carbon, seeing the chaos that involved the three newly awakened carbons and Bon as they fought each other.

  “FEFNIR, HARPUIA, AND LEVIATHAN LIGHT!” he barked, leaving Volnutt where he stood in order to get closer to the three. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

  “Hah, you guys got full named,” Phantom chuckled, causing the older stranger to give him a look. The purple clad carbon immediately muttered an apology. “Master X!” Harpuia called out, quickly untangling himself from the mess of limbs Fefnir and Leviathan had him caught up in. “Forgive us, we-“

  “Harpuia, I am your father,” ‘X’ (as he had apparently been introduced) cut him off, a hurt tone to his voice. “You do not have to call me that.” Harpuia stood stunned for a second, before looking away; he had a conflicted expression on his face. The other three carbons quickly joined him, looking back at X. Volnutt quickly looked between all five of the carbons, trying to figure out all the similarities between them. After all, X claimed to be Harpuia’s father, he at least shared a last name with Fefnir and Leviathan, and Phantom seemed to refer to X as an authority figure. That lead to the logical conclusion that they were family.

  A family X seemed convinced he was apart of.

  (Did he let himself hope…? No, X had to be wrong.)

  “Good job, Bon,” Tiesel chuckled from behind. Volnutt turned to see the Tron and Tiesel congratulating their youngest sibling; Bon visibly preening from their words and attention. It made his heart sink. What was that like? Heck, turning back to X and his clan, he could see that even as X was admonishing his children, the siblings were still nudging and winking at each other. They all… belonged. Somewhere. Unlike him. He turned away. It hurt way too much to let himself think about any of that. Volnutt was tempted to leave all together, but… No. That’d be rude. Plus, he still needed to clear up the whole misunderstanding with X.

  “Dang, and here I thought I was imagining it,” Fefnir’s voice pulled Volnutt out of his thoughts. He spun around, seeing X and his children giving him curious looks. A slight blush began forming on his cheeks; why were they staring at him? “Uh…” he started, but was quickly interrupted by Leviathan. “Oh my gosh, he’s ADORABLE!” she squeaked, running up to Volnutt and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. “Seriously, Levi?” Harpuia sighed, walking up to the two of them in order to try and pry her off of the poor child. “Let him process it before you smother him!” As Leviathan let go of Volnutt, he quickly stepped back in order to put some distance between them. “It’ll be nice to not be the youngest anymore,” Phantom smirked as he walked up.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Volnutt spluttered. “You… you’ve got the wrong idea! I don’t- I’m not-“

  “You are,” X cut him off, a smile on his face. “You are the spitting image of me; you have to be related in some way.” Volnutt started at him for a minute, did he hope?

  “I-“

  “Are you kidding me, Mega-dork?!” Tron interrupted.

  Volnutt blinked, turning to look at her with an owlish look. “Dude, how are you not putting together the pieces?” she exasperated. “You said that machine took your blood, right?” The younger blue clad carbon nodded. “Then it said you were some kind of match, right?” He nodded again. “And as far as you’re aware, you don’t have anyone related to you. So all these people could have only been released by you. And you look just like that old man.” X let out a slight protest at that, but Tron ignored him. “Volnutt, you found your family.”

  He… he found his family?

    Volnutt stared at the floor for a minute. He… he just.. he could not believe it. He found his family?! Tears began forming in the corners of his eyes. After all this time… They’ve been here? His breathing picked up. He didn’t want to cry. He really didn’t! But… he couldn’t hold it back anymore. Bringing one of his arms up to his face, he tried hiding it behind trying to wipe sweat off his forehead; but apparently X wasn’t buying it. Volnutt felt his hands gently grab onto his shoulders again. “I am so sorry,” X murmured, running one of his hands through Volnutt’s hair. “But we’re here now. And I am never going to leave you alone again.”

  Volnutt finally gave into his feelings, falling into X’s arms with a wail.

  He was home.

 

 

 

 

  “Sooo… when do we discuss payment?”

  “TRON!”

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Side note: The cyber elf/spirit can be whoever or whatever you want it to be. Is it Zero? Sure. Axl? That works. The Mother heckin Elf herself? Yee. Heck it can be the last vestiges of cyber elf X if you want (since data is never truly destroyed or lost) I mean hey. if you want, as a fun little game, leave in the notes who you think the cyber elf is.

[miss-tc-nova]

A Reason - Riku x Reader

It's been a hot minute since I took a swing at fluff, so I have my doubts about the "tooth rotting sweet," but I hope this at least made you smile, anon.

Premise: He's home

Words: 1,723

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               Soft, flowing song fills the complacent solace. Bringing a warmth that artificial cannot, candlelight dances upon the wooden surface of the coffee table.

               An article of clothing lies flat against the floor. Then another. And another. Ah, but this one has a partner. A spread of socks awaits their matches from the laundry basket, shirts and sheets and towels already tended to.

               Honestly, it’s well past late for me to be doing chores, but I’ve long since given up on regulating any sort of circadian rhythm. Since I’ve been left on my own, it’s been a couple months and I now find myself at the mercy of my own whims—unable to sync routine to another’s. It’s a bit of a curse, but I suppose nobody can nag me about doing chores at—what is it? Two in the morning? Great. Still, in spite of my disaster of a schedule, I tend to this empty little apartment on my own for a reason. Waiting.

               A sharp buzz tears through the quiescence, spurring my body to rise from the floor. The lull resumes its rule as my feet amble towards the laundry room where another load finds its way into the basket.

               Just as I return to the previous pile, a rattle shatters the repose permanently. A surge of adrenaline fills my veins as a tingling fear claws up my spine. Hands on the verge of trembling set the basket on the floor, but wide eyes remain locked on the shaking handle of the front door.

               It’s way too late for visitors. Thus only the worst of suspicions overwhelm my thoughts as I try desperately to recall the precautions we had planned for intruders. I remember specifically being told to run or hide—there’s no guarantee what kind of person would come knocking on our door with the kind of world he was entangled in. But there’s nowhere to hide in the living room and a mad dash for the back door could easily see me overtaken.

               The lock clicks. What precious seconds I had were squandered second-guessing my actions. Running is the only option now.

               As flight begins to take over, the door grants entrance to the trespasser.

               Then the world stops. My feet take not another step. Fear drains from my system. Even my lungs dare not take another breath. The world stands still in my shock—for maybe I’m mistaken.

               But I heard his voice.

               A second ticks by—maybe two—before caution guides my gaze back. In the doorway he stands, far worse for wear. Silver hair looks dull and grey from the grime, much of which coats his skin as well. Holes and scuffs mottle the clothes I remember him leaving in. It’s been some time since I’ve seen rings so dark beneath that shade of green, but those are most definitely his eyes.

               His name barely makes it past my lips.

               “Riku?”

               “What are you doing up this late?” Though his words mean to reprimand, that smile demeans the point.

               Not that it matters. I resume my flight, only this time, it’s straight into waiting arms. Teeth grit in vain, a sting growing beneath my weary lids. Another part of my resolve begins to break when I feel the weight of his arms slip around me. As though my life depends on this moment being real, I cling so tightly my nails may scar my palms. But I don’t care, especially once I feel the steady beat in his chest.

               Sure, the length of his departure plays a hand in my dramatics, but Riku and his friends left for war and I had no choice but to accept the chance that he may never return. So with my soul resigned to somber possibilities, I’ll never be able to describe this reprieve.

               I’m not sure how long we stand in front of the open door, but these long months without this feeling compel me to hold fast. If I had it my way, I’d never let go again. Alas, the shiver that ruins the moment convinces Riku to pull back.

               “Sorry. I didn’t think you’d be awake.” Managing to keep an arm around me, he reaches back to shut the drafty door. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

               No amount of shame can douse this moment. “Laundry.”

               His head shakes. “What am I gonna do with you?”

               “As long as you’re here, I don’t really care.”

               “Hey, now that’s not fair.” Worn, rough hands press softly against my face. “You can’t go saying things like that while I’m scolding you.”

               “Then punish me.”

               Mock defeat melds into his exhaustion. What gentle caress he used turns into light pinching. “Later. Right now, I just wanna take a bath and go to bed.”

               “’Kay.”

               While Riku leaves to take his bath, I return to my abandoned heap in the living room. A mediocre distraction it is but I’ve been putting it off for far longer than I should have. Not like I could do much else right now anyway.

               A light heart makes the work somewhat lighter, but I certainly did myself no favors in procrastinating the chore this long.

               Grabbing another towel, I fold the towel up ready for the cupboard. Reaching for another, the floor suddenly disappears. Well, actually, it’s the other way around, my feet leaving the floor. My stomach jerks with the motion, an embarrassing yelp escaping me.

               A deep chuckle sets a fire in my ears.

               “You’ve gotten jumpy since I’ve been away.”

               Arms constricting attempt to anchor around the young man’s neck. “Back for not even an hour and already picking on me.”

               “Not my fault you weren’t paying attention. You didn’t think I was going to bed by myself, did you?”

               “But…laundry.”

               “No sane person is doing laundry at three in the morning. It’s time for bed.”

               “Hey, at no point did I ever claim to be sane. Grab my phone.”

               He does as asked. “True. But I’m tired and you’re coming with me.”

               “Fine.”

               With literally no ground to stand on, I’m hauled off towards the bedroom. At least with hands preoccupied, Riku is helpless against the peppering of kisses I press to his face.

               In the bedroom, Riku gives a smirk that causes me pause. I fall, without warning, still clinging to my anchor. Laughter shortly ensues, Riku crawling to hover over me.

               Insides writhe at the feel of his mouth against the crook of my neck. Whatever thoughts of resistance I may have had go right out the window and I allow myself to succumb. Snaking their way beneath me, Riku’s arms keep me flush against him. Meanwhile, my own fingers busy themselves in his hair, encouraging each warm, longing kiss against my skin. The inevitable journey brings his lips to mine. It’s like breathing old life back into a shell, reigniting the passion I’d been deprived of these past moons.

               There’s always been a cheeky sort of give and take between Riku and I, even when we kissed. Of course we had those moments of sweet softness now and then, but it still had that element of silliness that came out in our relationship. But this is different. This is deep—fathomless adoration crashing down on me relentlessly, seeping into my bones. The purity with which Riku imbues each kiss leaves me in awe, banishing any fragment of thought that would dare consider ruining this moment. I can’t begin to understand what it was that he faced in his absence or what will come of it in the future, but right now, he needs this.

               Another kiss breaks soft. Missing the feel of his lips, I let my eyes open. Moonlight sneaking its way through the curtains shows me his face, wrought with contemplation.

               My voice barely breaks the silence. “What’s wrong?”

               Burrowing into my shoulder, Riku holds his tongue just long enough, as if bracing himself.

               “I missed you,” he murmurs.

               “I—”

               “The only reason I came back was because of you.”

               Breath catches in my chest.

               “It was tough; there were so many times I thought I wasn’t gonna make it. But you were waiting for me. And I couldn’t bear the thought of making you wait any longer than I had to.” Beneath my back, his fists clench.

               “Riku, I—”

               “The whole time I couldn’t stop thinking what would happen to you. What would happen if I failed? What would happen if I disappeared? And I hated every minute of it. No matter what, I had to come back.”

               On trembling arms, the young warrior props himself back up.

               “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do if it was for you. You’re the reason I fought and the reason I survived. I’m still here because of you. Because you’re my light.”

               A single drop of warmth drips, trailing my cheek from where it lands.

               Realizing his breaking composure, Riku sits back, dragging an arm across his face.

               “Ugh, how cheesy do I sound right now?” It’s a flawed attempt at our usual banter, but it’s an attempt nonetheless.

               Somewhat reeling from his confession, I, myself, sit up. I’m not sure what to do with this knowledge; I’ve never meant so much that it made a difference before. But it brought him back to me, and maybe that’s all I need to know.

               Love—threatening to blur my vision—tugs at my lips instead. Reaching I banish another stray tear.

               “Maybe a little. But it’s okay. You get to be a little cheesy when you’ve been gone so long.”

               Maybe it’s exhaustion or maybe it’s relief, but the laughter that ensues is soft.

               Climbing my way up the bed, I wiggle beneath the blanket. Before bunkering down, I let my arms open wide. My hint is taken and Riku lies down beside me, powerful arms wrapped around my waist. As I draw the blanket over us, my partner nestles his head against my chest, finding peace where he lies.

               While it doesn’t take long for me to drift to the realm of dreams, I stay awake just long enough to ensure Riku does first. Another pass of my hand through his hair releases any remnant tension with a sigh. This is where he’s content and where he needs to be.

               This is where he’s loved.

               My dearly beloved light.

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