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Happy first day of dove season! đ Be safe out there! The average hunter would rather shoot you in cold blood than admit they donât know what a dove looks like đ
#seriously tho#be careful#people just shoot at anything that moves#your dogs your cats and you#theyâre all fucking crazy#and stay away from ANY type of public dove field#thatâs where you go to get shot#this is america#đđđ
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Between Sonic and Tails, who do you think would end up confessing their feelings first?
Good question. Definitely depends upon the iteration and context, but for the most part (at least in my head) getting either of them to confess (and in some cases even ruminate on their feelings and admit to themselves the nature of them) is hard
Like, for example, I personally think that game!Sonic (and post sgw Archie Sonic and IDW Sonic) kind of take Tails' presence for granted in a way. To them, it will always be the two of them (Sonic and Tails). The ideal future is that they keep on hanging out and still fight side by side sometimes and that even if Sonic goes it alone he can always come back from his adventures to chill with Tails or crash at his place. In other words, in Sonic's fantasies of the future, things like getting married or raising families or anything like that are just kind of tacked on as something that will just kind of be true at best and ignored at worst. If he even considers a future where things are a bit different because Tails is together⢠with someone, to him it's only natural that Tails would be in his life the same way and nothing would really change. And so to that end, even if Sonic DOES realize his own feelings, he probably wouldn't see any good reason to confess. It would make things more complicated, especially if Tails doesn't share those feelings, and he doesn't have to worry anyways because Tails will always prioritize the two of them and be at his side, right?
And then it's even worse for versions of Sonic more akin to, say, pre sgw Archie Sonic. This is because in addition to the already existing unwillingness to change things and the assumption that he doesn't ever have to worry about no longer being the center of Tails' world (or a major figure in it at least), there is some palpable internalized homophobia within that hedgehog with an added complexity. For Archie Sonic in particular, I think even if he realized that he wanted to even be with Tails forever in a strictly non brothers fashion, he would feel mixed feelings about that (perhaps that coming out about it would ruin things or make things weird, or that getting together with Tails at any point would deprive him of "normalcy", or that he'd pressured Tails into it, or even just weird or a bit creepy).
As for Tails, I actually think that most iterations of him have figured their feelings out by this point. In all honesty, there's only so long you can go on fixating on someone and admiring them, and structuring your life around them before you realize your "I want to be with them" isn't just about simply admiring them. It's just that Tails' main obstacle to me is the avoidance of ruining anything.
On one hand, there's Sonic's avoidance to being tied down. We've seen time and time again Sonic rejecting people who pursue him openly or looking uncomfortable with them. Archie Sonic in particular made it clear that this version of Sonic couldn't stand the idea of not being able to freely be himself or adventure. He couldn't stand the idea of having to tie himself down and taking on extra responsibilities and expectations simply because he's with someone. I can see Tails being afraid that by confessing, he could scare Sonic away. If he happened to confess and Sonic thought Tails meant to stifle him or Sonic felt uncomfortable by that open expression, wouldn't that risk their relationship? Even if Sonic wouldn't go so far as to drop him as a best friend (which he never would do that for the record), there's still real fear in making things weird or different between himself and Sonic.
And that feeds right into the other hand. On the other hand, Sonic probably doesn't see him that way, right? Though Sonic is special to him and Sonic also cares for him back, at best Sonic has never thought about it and never will, or he just wouldn't feel the same (in Tails' eyes). With Archie Tails in particular, even if Tails gets over his own interlized homophobia about it and recognizes his feelings for what they are, he probably feels that there's no way to be anything different than a brother to Sonic, and thus confessing would be a terrible move. If Tails confesses and Sonic doesn't feel the same, it also runs the risk of making things weird between them or (in Tails' eyes) ruining it.
All this to say that my general opinion is that as long as things stay exactly the way they are forever, even if they start spending even more time together, I find it hard to believe either of the two will opt into confessing on purpose
But, with that being said, a confession is not an impossibility. I don't think either of the two are immune to being put in a position where they finally confess (and no, with the state of things for them, simply saying "I love you" will not count as a confession). And if we barred situations where like. They're literally about to die or one can do anything they like without the other (or themselves) remembering the outcome, I actually can give you an answer
And honestly, if one of them had to confess eventually, I believe it would probably end up being Sonic.
Why? Well, out of the two, Tails actually sits back and thinks about his emotions more often than not. I think even before he figured out the exact nature of his feelings he knew he felt very strongly for Sonic. But, no matter which media you're touching upon, I feel as if Tails fits into that archetype of "person who has been in love with their best friend since literally forever, but knows their best friend will never feel the same". The longer Tails ruminates on these feelings, the stronger he feels them, the more he watches Sonic (especially as someone who cares about plenty of people other than him), the more time he spends with Sonic, the less incentivized he feels to actually confess. Especially if Sonic would never feel the same, the best Tails can hope for is that things stay the same between them and Sonic never replaces his role.
Or in short, Tails is so in his head about it at this point, it's very hard to convince him that confessing is ever a good idea or necessary.
But while Tails is more obviously attached to Sonic, Sonic is much less obviously attached to Tails and other people as a whole. With him being "free as the wind" and the kind of figure he is, he kind of benefits from having the persona of a guy who doesn't need his friends but (nevertheless) can be assisted by them. He probably seems cool for being so strong and independent while equally caring that people live. But this doesn't mean Sonic doesn't have attachments (far from it). Rather, for Sonic, his attachments to others seem to naturally grow. And the more time he spends with them, the more he grows used to their presence. And especially with someone like Tails, who has been around as his companion the longest, he doesn't sit around long enough to consider that Tails would ever leave his side. Once he grows used to that person, he doesn't have to recognize his attachment or even think about the nature of his own feelings because it is and always has been whatever it is. So, in other words, even if he becomes more and more reliant on the fact that Tails will always be around or that Tails will always assist him, he doesn't have to admit more than "This is what our best friendship is. This is what it's like"
All of this is to say that while my idea of present Tails would be trying to do anything in his power to stay with Sonic (as long as Sonic is willing of course), even if that means never confessing the exact nature of his feelings for the hedgehog, Sonic isn't already thinking about these things. This means that while Tails has very few pathways to confession, Sonic has plenty!...if you scare him well enough.
For example, Idw Sonic has been more clearly spending more time with Tails (even baseline just. Crashing at his place more often) after the metal virus arc. Couple this with post neo metal incident 2 electric boogaloo idw Sonic who just wants to have a break and live peacefully for a minute, this is a Sonic who has become scared enough to want to indulge in spending more time with Tails. I also think that post Sonic Prime Sonic is also a version of him who would start to spend more time with Tails than before after having already lost him and having to deal with the Tails shaped hole in his life once.
So, if you got a Sonic to the point where he'd fully accepted his feelings and he felt like confessing them would be necessary to secure the future he wants, then he'd confess. Honestly, the easiest way I'd see this going about would be a story where Tails is framed as leaving him to go do something or be somewhere else, away for Sonic, possibly indefinitely, or if Sonic actually has to spend enough time without Tails after initially telling himself his own feelings wouldn't matter so long as Tails is happy wherever he is. But, if it came down to confessing being something that might actually bring Sonic to his desired future (especially if Tails rejecting him is no different from prolonging the separation they already have if he says nothing), then I think he could work up the courage to do it.
And in the end...I think it has to be Sonic. Although I on occasion enjoy fantasizing about moments where Tails can't take it anymore and confesses, only for Sonic to realize his own feelings in the process, I think that Sonic would have to be the one who confesses his feelings/wishes for the future for Tails to even believe that his pipe dreams are a possibility. I think it's Sonic who would need to pull Tails out of his head, because the probability that Tails works up the courage to confess is more unlikely.
So...yeah. In my head, Sonic is driven to a point where he confesses and pulls Tails out of his head about it.
#sonic the hedgehog#tails the fox#miles tails prower#sontails#unbreakable bond#i just be ramblin#flashoneonetwo interview#long post#In all honesty#I think what's most likely for them (best case at least) is a kind of future where they're more domestic partners who also go on adventures#than anything#Or basically...things are kind of as they are now they've just been growing closer still?#And without intervention or conflict in the form of moving on or adding other people to the mix that may replace the other's standing in#their lives any wayâ I can honestly see them never truly confessing or recognizing their relationship for what it is#But then again perhaps if the stars aligned and they borderline had a married with kids relationship and Sonic started joking about them#being together only to realize the truth⢠then maybe a confession is in order?#Yeah.#On the bright sideâ even if they never confessâ at least the two of them could be happy and also be happy and content being as they are as#best friends as long as they're by each other's sides and have each other's back forever#And with this as a possibilityâ even I would not be sad if there wasn't an outright confession#After all...who needs words when you're living your truest life without them?#Anywho#Thank you so much for the ask!#I must admit that I initially was gonna talk about different iterations of them and how a confession may goâ but in the end I ended up#explaining my sort of collective sontails thoughts/the general interpretations I have of them#While it is my interpretation/opinion at the end of the day though it does touch my heart that you'd want to knowđđ#If you do end up having any other questions pertaining to these two and my opinions/readings or anything elseâ do always feel free to shoot#me another ask!!đ
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finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh
#Given some of it IS lines of code and stuff but like.. minus all that it's still probably at least 85 - 95k words hhhhhh#AND I have to do this for another 3 characters. Then a few partial quests for 3 others. THEN the other random misc stuff in the game#(like there are public areas in the city like a park and a forest that you can go and do a few things at. and chat with a few random#townsfolk that aren't actually full characters or anything. And there's a community board where you can#browse some of the random job advertisments or silly things that happen to be posted around#and also pick up a few odd jobs of your own to help earn coin to buy gifts for the npcs. etc. etc.)#Originally I was thinking like 'ah I'll make a short little game just to try it out! :3 It'll take maybe a few months!''#haha........................hee hee........................................hoho#Also evil that it would have been done already if I didn't totally drop itand stop working on it for like 5 years randomly#i could have made 5 years of steady slow progress gradually. instead of like 'one initial idea dump + about a month of art and writing'#...... 5 year break..... 'sudden mad dash to try to get probably 400.000 words written in a year or less' lol#I just really want to be done and have something out there already so it can lead to doing other things in my world..!!!!!! T o T#Like this can be an introduction and then maybe from that I can make other games. or short story anthologies. or other such things#But there needs to be some initially not very complex easy to interact with starting point first I guess... if that makes sense#That's part of why I stopped posting worldbuilding lore dump stuff as often because its' like.. massive walls of novella length#text are much more inacessible to engage with than like.. ooh a game! and there's characters! so its more approachable! and theres#visuals! oo! and the text is broken up in small bits line by line with other things in betwen! oo! etc. etc. lol#Not that THIS is even very accessible. I think dialogue heavy interactive fiction/visual novel type stuff is pretty niche and considered#boring or tedious compared to something with more ''gamplay'' like where you can actually move around in a world#and shoot things or whatever lol. But its an inbetween point. something SLIGHTLY#more accesible for now. Since i just dont have the budget or means or ability to make some skyrim type thing obviously LOL#Though maybe if theres any interest in the visual novel that could lead to making other things too. or at least I hope. I have a VERY cool#idea for a more ''gamey'' type of game that is a super fun concept and etc. but I would need to hire at least 2 people to make it.. ough..#I could do all the writing and probably half of the art. But I think I'd inevitably need a 3d artist and someone who can Code For Real hbjh#the system for ren'py (the thing I'm making a visual novel in) is not that complicated if you stick to just simple dialogue and stuff.#Making a whole moderately sized 3d game with minigames in it and a bunch of quest features and etc. would be out of my simplistic scope#''just learn it yourself!!' ... i barely manage to eat and sleep reliably every day lol... i do not function well enough to spend months#learning that many new skills. I already have a lot of of things I'm good at (not in a braggy way but just factually like.. i already have#a wide variety of different things under my belt).. at some point I have to just be happy with what i CAN already do and focus on that#and admit I need to get outside help sometimes ghjbh... NO more new skills/hobbies!!! ... ANYWAY
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Would. This wouldn't be able to happen any time soon. But since a tiermaker with every possible option has finally been made, would people be interested in me streaming a tierlist of every WLW ship from the main Dangan games?
#i am moving soon (for real this time) so i wouldnt be able to do it for A While#but i think it could be neat if people were interested?#id just be shooting the shit about them more than anything#mod talks
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Have you ever thought about PayPal so your Australian fans can buy lil miss Rosi nudes? đ¤đĽş
Iâm sorry Iâm never going to use PayPal đ
BUT I do have another option for my Australian friends đ
#again idk if Iâm going to be actively selling content again#but if anyone is interested in classic rosie content (not going to be doing any customs or anything) feel free to dm or message me!#might put together a lil Dropbox folder for anyone who is interested#idk yet#I do still have my snap so I could always go that route too#but tbh Iâve been very inactive on snap#I donât really post and Iâm barely around to talk#this move has been kicking my ass guys (I know I say that a lot but holy shit fuck me)#but I do have a few bj (dildo) videos that I could show off cause I think theyâre super cute đ#also plenty of lingerie photo shoots back when I used to do them all the time (rip đĽ˛đđđđ)#as for my Australian friends (or anyone else who doesnât have access to venmo or cashapp) I do have other options!#one of my snap babes is from australia and he joined my snap awhile ago so I know it works for you guys đ#aw I havenât talked to him in ages I hope heâs ok#why do I suck at talking and reaching out lately. I know itâs cause Iâm just trying to survive but fuck I just wish it was easier#ANYWAY#Iâm getting distracted sorry#I also got an ask the other day so itâs made me think about it more#but Iâm thinking about making a fansly or MV and just putting a bunch of my classic rosie content on there#Iâm still thinking about it#but if enough people are interested maybe Iâll do it đ#this was super jumbled Iâm sorry hahaha hope this answered your question!!#ask#anon
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hmm
#shortext#vent#recently ive been thinking about like... idk my relationship to humans in general#like i feel so detached? disconnected and distant from people sometimes even my friends#recently a friend ive had for years just sorta. we stopped talking and after a while i decided to shoot her a message see how she was doing#she left me on read and hasnt talked to me since but like i dont feel sad... and neither do i as i drift apart from other friends#i just feel nothing and i feel like a bad person for it but. there must be a reason right? why bother them then... besides the im not#feeling anything at all on my end#its this total strangeness and otherness from a concept of humanity in general. ever since i was younger i fucking detested being a person#nowadays its easier to ignore but its always skulking in the back of my mind#and i know some of why that happens but other parts i dont.. its so strange and its even worse bc even if i could put it into words which#i barely can i sorta just get brushed off or a typical 'what the hell' and just moving on...#im sorta just writing this to get out all this since i never will be able to irl#okie now forget i sad anything ever ^-^
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I think one of my most achievable goals in life is to see a UFO
#my grandma and my mum both saw one#this was like ten years ago. they were out walking kim and they saw a light in the sky#this was in like the middle of the day so they thought they were seeing a search and rescue helicopter or something like that#(REALLY common in my hometown because so many people get stranded on parts of the beach or fall off cliffs etc#NO ONE takes the north sea as seriously as it needs to be taken)#but they kept looking at it and realised it was just three lights close together and they werenât blinking or anything#and then it just shot off and vanished. faster than anything should be able to move#and completely soundlessly#APPARENTLY kim (dog) looked up at the sky and made a noise that sounded like âoh!â#so even the dog got to see a ufo. i didnât though#this is the thing though. i do live in one of the ufo capitals of the uk#i think itâs partly because the sky is so clear that people can see stuff they wouldnât normally see; and partly there are several RAF bases#close by. also there are a lot of kite enthusiasts and such. and the search and rescue helicopters#i think tourists come from light-polluted places and donât understand what theyâre seeing in our skies. but 99% of the time#it is just normal planes. i canât explain what my mum and grandma (and kim) saw though#i donât know any plane that would be able to hover like that and then shoot off and vanish completely soundlessly#i want to see a ufo!! show me a ufo#personal
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My favorite fact I just learned about my grandad is heâs technically apart of the NRA even though he has never given them money or supported anything theyâve ever done BUT they send him free shit with their logo on it so he doesnât leave cause heâs convinced heâs costing them a lot of money
#the stuff he gets are like flashlights#multitools#and portable chargers#theyâre not really losing any money#honestly not sure why Iâm surprised when he help raise the guy who would spend all his free time running around stealing pro-Trump signs#off peopleâs yards#heâs getting excited for election season just so he can take the hobby back up#He stopped cause anyone w a Trump sign up no where close to elections definitely will shoot anything that moves on their property
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ahh caitlyn my beloved.
let's talk about the trauma she has around jinx, in particular, in a way i think is more related to being targeted by jinx than just grief.
don't get me wrong- grief is a huge part of why caitlyn is all over the place this arc (season?). she probably came to the conclusion that her softer, pacifistic attitude from the first season is the reason she ended up hurt. clearly the rocky relationship she had with her mother adds a layer of bitterness and regret caitlyn is feeling regarding her death. alongside a million different reasons, which i might discuss in a different post.
but there's a clear difference between the anger and coldness we see from caitlyn when she discusses catching jinx and bringing her to justice, than when she faces jinx head on. in the latter, she suddenly loses her cool and acts all frantically, so unlike anything we've seen from caitlyn so far.
in her mind, in episode 1, she sees herself as collected and calm, aiming her rifle at jinx. btw, take note of how jinx is depicted here. her eyes are glowing.
but in reality, she's very much NOT cool and collected when she thinks that exact scenario is about to be replicated.
that's caitlyn's pov btw:
again jinx with the glowing eyes- caitlyn had seen what jinx looks like in other circumstances, but THIS is the version of her that she visualizes and then irrationally reacts to.
we see it again when she shoots jinx in the finger
no composure, no deep breathe, no thinking. she just shoots on instinct. it's nothing like she used to.
and then her frantically calling vi to move out of the way as she keeps firing, almost like shes blind to everything but jinx- the kid and vi, who are both in harm's way, don't stop her.
i know it's easy to just paint it as anger and grief here, but there's something about it that strikes me as almost like animalistic fear. she sees jinx and just goes feral mode, but its almost more of a prey instinct than a predator.
and i think it's because whenever she faces jinx, properly, it's not the grief and radicalized anger she's feeling, it just sends her back to this moment
with all the "jinx murdered her mom" talk its easy to forget that jinx also directly, and cruelly, targeted caitlyn, tried to kill her, kidnapped her and held her hostage for who knows how long. it's not just anger that caitlyn feels towards jinx. it's a trauma response. and like, welcome to the club, caitlyn! most of the arcane cast are acting out of trauma. but i better not see people think her trauma is somewhat lesser than some... other.. characters.
#arcane#i said i wont be here but i lied. like caitlyn#arcane spoilers#arcane season 2 spoilers#caitlyn kiramman#jinx
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Collateral Damage [Logan Howlett]
SUMMARY: The X-men are heroesâthey save the world, eradicate threats and protect both mutants and humans alike. You don't see it that way, though.
WARNINGS: one-sided e2l, fem!reader is stubborn and sassy af but it's valid, arguing, canon-level violence, scott's a dick, SMUT - 18+ only! WC: 21k - MASTERLIST
A/N: i've always wanted to write a fic with this plot, it's been on my mind for AGES. happy reading!
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The first time you see them, itâs on your birthday.
Not being one for big, elaborate parties, you planned a quiet celebration insteadâmaybe a stroll through the lively city streets, followed by dinner with friends later. You had just visited your favourite store, buying a gift for yourself, and now youâre on your way back home.
The streets buzz with life as people shop, eat, and laugh, making it the perfect backdrop for a peaceful walk and some casual people-watching.
Then, out of nowhere, the ground trembles.
At first, you think itâs an earthquakeâa quick jolt beneath your feet that sends a ripple of confusion through your body. But the tremor grows stronger, the ground shaking violently as everyone around you begins to panic, frantically looking around for the source, you included. And thatâs when you see it.Â
A hulking, green monster stomping through the city streets like something out of a nightmare. It has to be at least twenty feet tall, its skin a sickly shade of green, its eyes glowing with rage. Cars bounce with each heavy footstep, leaving deep footprints in the cement in its wake.
People scream, scrambling to get out of its path, but you stand frozen, heart pounding as you try to make sense of whatâs happening. In the blink of an eye, the city had been plunged into chaos. You lose track of your surroundings, too busy trying to keep your eyes on the monster headed your way, while also dodging the hoard of pedestrians running for their lives.
Until they show up.
Initially, you donât even notice them. After all, thereâs so much going on around you at this point you barely know what to do with yourself. Yet, through the dust and destruction, you see flashes of movementâfigures darting toward the monster with a sense of purpose.Â
You donât know who they are, but their bright blue and yellow suits make it seem like you should. At first glance, itâs hard not to feel a sense of awe. They move with such confidence, with their powers on full display for the world to see. Youâve never seen anything like itâa team of mutants using their powers in the open, fighting for what you assume is the greater good.
Maybe they can stop this!
The one first to act is a woman with white hair. She raises her arms to the sky, her eyes glowing a bright white as dark clouds swirl above, blocking out the sun. A flash of lightning slams into the monster's chest, forcing it to reel back with a thunderous roar of agony, and the crowd around you gasps, watching in wonder.
But when the lightning strikes a second time, it veers off course, crashing into the side of a nearby building. The structure groans under the impact, flames erupting from the point of contact as windows shatter, sending glass raining down onto the street below.
The collision sends you to the ground, and when you look up again, you see the power inside go out, all the lights flickering off.
Whatever awe youâd been feeling dissolves into concern, a sinking feeling settling in your chest.
Following her, a man with a glowing red visor strides forward. Heâs clearly aiming to hit the monster, but the bright red beam shooting from his eyes slices through several cars in the street first, flipping them over and leaving them in smoldering wrecks. One of the blasts tears through a storefront, reducing it to rubble in a matter of seconds. More people scream and scatter, trying to escape the destruction.
From the corner of your eye, you see another mutantâa man with clawsâlunge toward the monster, jumping onto cars to get closer to its head. But by using the parked cars as springboards, the weight of him causes the roof to sink in, and his claws leave deep gashes in the metal.Â
How heavy is this guy? Is he made of metal or something?
Heâs fast, brutal, slashing at the green beast with some serious ferocity. Still, despite the attack, the monsterâs strength prevails, and it easily tosses him aside, crashing into buildings, crowdsâanything in the way. To your surprise, he always gets back up. And that should be good, right? They are fighting for the safety of the city.Â
But as debris rains down and cars are overturned, you canât help but feel like this isnât helping. Youâre constantly dodging rubble, trying to find shelter, only for it to be destroyed seconds later. Itâs like being in a war zone, and it doesnât seem to be getting better.
And above it all, thereâs a woman with red hair. Sheâs floating, and you watch from where youâre hiding as she lifts entire trees from their roots, hurling them at the monster in an attempt to slow it down. Except, much like her teammates, her attempt goes awry, and she misses, the trees now flying toward you.Â
You barely have the reflexes to dive out of the way.
Your heart races, breath coming in shallow bursts as you press yourself against a wall, trying to steady yourself. The sound of sirens blare in the distance, but it doesnât seem like help is coming anytime soon. Thereâs too much going on. People are running, pushing each other aside, crying, screaming, trying to find safety.
Glancing around, youâre met with destructionâflames licking at the sidewalk, cars totaled, and building wreckage littering the streets. These mutants, while clearly powerful, are causing just as much destruction as the monster itself.
What should have been a simple takedownâa 6v1âhas turned into a full-scale disaster.
And yet, they donât stop. They donât pause to help the people caught in the crossfire, donât even seem to notice the damage theyâre causing. Theyâre so focused on the monster, so focused on the fight, that theyâve lost sight of everything else.
Is this what heroism looks like? Youâd been excited at firstâamazed, evenâthinking they were here to save the day. But now, standing in the middle of a city thatâs being torn apart, you realize how wrong you were.
They donât care. Not about the city. Not about the people.Â
Finally, with one last blast from the man with the visor, the monster collapses to the ground, defeated. It lets out a final roar before falling still, its massive body sprawled across the street.
The team stands over its body, their chests heaving with exertion, but they have smiles on their faces, feeling victorious. One by one, they board an aircraft, dragging the monster in with them, barely sparing a glance at the horrors theyâve caused. The white-haired woman doesnât even bother to clear the storm clouds she summoned.
Within moments, theyâre gone. You, and everyone else in the area, are left to deal with the fallout. Left to clean up their mess.Â
Happy birthday to me, I guess.
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After that, you spend the next few days trying to process what had happened. Youâre still in a state of shock, confusion, and disbelief, but then the media catches wind of what went down, and suddenly, itâs everywhere.
News channels replay the footage over and over, the headlines screaming about âour holy savioursâ saving the day. Theyâre plastered across every screen, being hailed as protectors.
The X-Men.
A group of mutant superheroes, apparently. The reporters list them off one by one, like theyâre celebrities you should have known about.Â
Storm. Cyclops. Wolverine. Jean Grey.
Mutants with powers like gods.
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The second time you see them, youâre on vacation.
Sitting in a quaint cafĂŠ in the south of France, youâre enjoying a well-deserved break. The city youâre in is perfectâcobblestone streets winding through the village, vine-covered walls framing pastel-colored houses, and the scent of fresh bread drifting from nearby bakeries. It all feels like something out of a dream, the kind of peaceful retreat youâve been desperate for after everything back home.
You order a frappĂŠ, and as you wait, you idly flip through a local newspaper, trying to see how much of your rusty high school French you can remember. Itâs peaceful, quiet, exactly what you neededâuntil itâs not.
Movement out of the corner of your eye grabs your attention, and you glance over the edge of the newspaper, watching a group of tourists as they walk into the cafĂŠ. Itâs not really anything odd, so you donât think much of itâtheyâre dressed casually, like any group of vacationers.
Though, something about them tugs at the back of your mind, a nagging feeling that youâve seen them before.
You lower the newspaper entirely now, staring as you try to place where you recognize them from. The tall one with the red sunglasses, the woman with the striking white hair, the man in the leather jacket... You squint, the pieces slowly falling into place.
And then it hits you.
Oh, no way.
Youâre halfway around the world, in a different country, on a different continent, and somehow, theyâre here. At the same cafĂŠ.Â
Shifting in your seat, youâre trying to figure out what the hell is going on, when the barista arrives with your drink. He smiles warmly at you, placing the cup down on the table with a soft âvoila madame,â but before you can even thank him, thereâs a blur of motion.
One of themâWolverine, you thinkâlunges at the barista, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him back. The tray tips, and your frappĂŠ spills everywhereâall over the table, your newspaper, and, to your absolute horror, all over you.Â
âLogan, no!â you hear Storm shout, but itâs too late.
The cold drink soaks into your clothes, and you let out a startled yelp, jumping up as your chair topples over. Your clothes are ruined, your vacation ruined, and in the midst of all of this?
Wolverineâor Logan, you guess, is wrestling with the poor barista.
âWhat the hell?!â you shout, trying to shake off the liquid dripping down your legs. âIs this a joke?!â
No one hears you, or even acknowledges you.
The other mutants jump into action, and before you know it, the peaceful cafĂŠ is transformed into yet another battleground. Cyclops blasts a beam at the baristaâwho you now realize must be the target of whatever mission theyâre onâbut it misses, smashing into the wall behind you.Â
Youâre furious, covered in a brown drink that makes it seem like you just had explosive diarrhea, and caught in yet another X-Men fiasco. All you wanted was a vacation. You donât even know whatâs happening anymoreâwho the barista is, what mission theyâre onâbut frankly, you donât care.
This is absurd!
Without a second thought, you grab your bag and make a break for it, dodging overturned tables and debris as you make your way to the exit. You donât bother looking back, your only thought being to get changed, and get as far away as possible.
After rounding the corner, putting some distance between yourself and the cafĂŠ, you pause for a moment to catch your breath. And then you hear it.
Boom.
The sound reverberates through the narrow streets, shaking the cobblestones beneath your feet. You whirl around, sticking your head out from the corner of the building, just in time to see a plume of smoke rising into the air from where the cafĂŠ once stood.Â
Your heart sinks.
They blew it up.
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The third time you see them, itâs a really nice day outside.
Itâs a week after youâve returned home, and the weather had finally given you a break from the suffocating heat. Youâre walking home from a lunch with an old friend, when your phone buzzes in your pocket. Probably said friend sending you something stupid to laugh at later.Â
You chuckle, already anticipating the joke, whenâ
BAM!
Something slams into you from the side with the force of a freight train. Youâre airborne for a second, weightless, before crashing hard onto the pavement, your breath knocked right out from your lungs.Â
Dazed, you groan and blink up at the sky, trying to get your bearings. What the hell just hit me? Your vision swims as you sit up, shoulder throbbing from the impact. Twisting your neck to see whatever the hell that was, you immediately regret it, wincing at the sharp pain.Â
Great, just great.
When you finally manage to sit up, you spot the culprit.
Cyclops.
Are you fucking serious?!
His back is to you, dusting off his ugly uniform like nothing happened. You look around, and notice that the street in front you is in ruinsâbuildings have gaping holes where windows used to be, chunks of the road are crumbling, people covered in blood scurrying away as fast as they can.Â
Just when you thought it couldnât get any worse, you catch a glimpse of the giant mechanical robots looming above, scanning for their targets. One of them mustâve thrown Cyclops into you.Â
You can see the othersâJean, Storm, Beast (some new guy)âflying around, saving the world. Thatâs codeword for: wreaking havoc, destroying your city.
Anger boils up inside you, hot and unrelenting as you struggle to your feet, rubbing your sore shoulder. But as you open your mouth, a gruff voice cuts through the air.
"Good job, dickhead. You just hurt a civilian."
Your gaze snaps toward the sound. Wolverineâs standing a few feet away, claws out, glaring at the guy who sent you flying.Â
âI was thrown, Logan,â he says passively. âMaybe if you kept the Sentinels off meââ
âMaybe if you didnât stand there like a damn target, you wouldnât get thrown!â The clawed mutant growls, taking a step closer. His whole posture is tense, like heâs barely holding himself back from tackling the other man into the ground (you would pay to have him do it). âSeriously, Summers, itâs like you want to get tossed around.â
Cyclops doesnât even flinch. âWeâve got bigger problems than this right now,â he dismisses, not even glancing back at you to check if youâre okay.Â
Well, there goes the last of your patience.
"Are you kidding me?!" you shout, throwing your hands up in disbelief. They completely ignore you, too absorbed in their petty bickering to acknowledge that youâre still standing there, seething.
Before you can rip into them, something catches your eyeâa Sentinel (is that what theyâre called?), hovering above them, charging up a blast. Its arm is raised, energy crackling at the barrel of its cannon, aimed directly at the two distracted morons.
âOh, for the love ofââ you mutter under your breath before diving forward.
The blast hits you square in the chest, but instead of pain, all you feel is the heat of the energy surging through your body, like lightning spreading through every inch of your veins. It crackles and burns, the force building up inside you until it feels like youâre about to explode.
Then, with a deep breath, you thrust your hands forward, channeling and releasing the blast right back at the robot, blowing it apart. Metal and circuits rain down, the Sentinel crashing into the ground with a deafening thud.
Silence falls.
Youâre panting, feeling the leftover energy fizzle out of your fingertips. Slowly, you turn back around, and unsurprisingly, Cyclopsâor Scott, as youâve heard in the newsâand Logan are staring at you like you just walked on water. Well, the clawed one is. You canât really see the other brown-haired manâs expression due to his visor. Â
âWoah, bubââ
âOh, hell no!â You spin around fully, pointing an accusatory finger at both of them. âNeither of you get to speak! I just saved your asses because you were too busy bickering like children to notice the massive death robot about to blow you to pieces!â
Loganâs mouth quirks up, but he wisely stays silent.
âAnd this is exactly why I hate you people!â You continue, exasperated. âYou swoop in, make a mess, destroy everything in your path, and then just leave like nothing happened! You think this is helping anyone? You think the people running for their lives right now give a damn about your little team squabbles?â
Scott doesnât even blink. âWeâre just trying to help,â he says evenly, like heâs rehearsed the line a thousand times.
âHelp?â you scoff incredulously. âYou only tell yourself youâre doing that to make yourself feel better. How many casualties do you think are coming out of this, hm? Whatâs the body count gonna be after today? Or do you not even bother counting anymore?â
His audacity makes you want to laugh. He opens his mouth to respond, but youâre not done.
"All this mess, the destroyed buildings, the people who wonât make it home tonight because you couldnât keep your damn fight contained! Youâre so focused on stopping the big bad guys that you donât even realize how much carnage you leave behind. Whoâs cleaning up after you? Whoâs paying for this?! " You gesture around wildly. "News flash: the people whose lives youâre currently ruining!â
Beside him, Loganâs smirk fades, and he begins to step forward with his hands raised. âListen, darlinâ, weâre doinâ the best we can. We didnât ask for this fightââ
"Oh, donât give me that âbest we canâ bullshit," you snap.
âWeâre here to protect people,â Scott adds in, trying to maintain authority. âItâs not always clean, but we are making a differenceâ"
âShut the fuck up! Iâm not finished!â You interrupt, shaking your head. âEvery day. Every damn day thereâs something new.â
With the face Loganâs making, youâd think heâs going to start going in on you, but he doesnât. Instead, he just watches, his eyes narrowing slightly as if heâs trying to figure you out. Itâs unnerving, but you donât care. Youâve had enough.
"And you," you say, turning your ire toward him, "You couldnât have, I donât know, used your super speed or whatever the hell you do to catch him before he crashed into me?"
His eyebrow quirks up. âSuper speed?â he chuckles lowly. âAinât that fast. Was a little busy with the giant killer robots.â
You tilt your head back in frustration and turn on your heel. "Iâm done. I donât care what kind of mission youâre on, or how noble you think it is. If you're planning to lay waste to the city yet again, be my guest.â
Giving no time for a response, you stalk off, weaving through the wreckage of the city streets, your heart still pounding in your chest.Â
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A couple weeks have passed since the last incident, and the X-Men seem to have disappeared from the headlines. You havenât seen them or heard their whereabouts splashed across the news like youâve gotten used toâthough not by choice, of course. Whenever they do anything, the world seems to bow at their feet.
You donât get it.
The flashy suits, the team name, the way they strut around as if theyâre the Gods of the mutant race. Itâs too much, too loud. They act like theyâre above it all, as if their powers and heroics put them on a pedestal. Better than those who prefer to lay low, who have no choice but to blend in.
Youâve spent years hiding your powers, keeping them buried deep where no one can see. When you were younger, you didnât have a choice. Your mutation made you a targetâbullied, beaten up, pushed around for being different.
You learned quickly that being a mutant didnât make you special. It made you vulnerable.
So, you hid. You stayed quiet, under the radar. It was safer that way.
And then here are the X-Men, parading around like their abilities make them untouchable, like theyâve forgotten what itâs like for the rest of you. Itâs not that you donât believe in helping othersâyou just donât believe in the way they do it.
In your opinion, itâs all performance. From what youâve experienced and seen up close, they always arrive with a fanfare, ready to jump into action, and do whatever they can to exterminate the threat. Yet, when the dust settles, itâs mutants like you who are left to pick up the pieces.
The ones who donât wear brightly coloured costumes or shout about unity. Youâre the ones who have to keep moving, keep surviving, without any recognition.
But it's not like you need recognition. You never have. What you need is peace.
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Youâre on the phone with your mom, trying to reassure her for the millionth time this week.
"Yeah, yeah. Donât worry, Mom, Iâm fine," you say, pacing the length of your small living room. You glance at the muted TV screen, the news still cycling through the usual mayhem. "Youâve seen the news recently, right? Weâve got the X-Men to take care of all this stuffâ"
Knock. Knock.
You freeze mid-sentence, your words trailing off as the sound of someone at your door interrupts the call. Your heart skips a beat, and your voice drops. "Mom, Iâll call you back."
Barely waiting for her to reply, you end the call, staring at the door like it might explode.
A knock at this hour? Unannounced? You waver, your mind racing with possibilities.
Delivery? A neighbour? Youâre not expecting anyone.
Cautiously, you make your way toward the door, hand hovering over the handle as you listen. No more knocks, just the faint hum of the outside world. You take a breath, steeling yourself as you turn the handle and crack the door open.
The tufts of hair, the thick stubble, the edge in his eyesâitâs him. Wolverine. And just as your brain registers his face, you also notice the glint of metal where his claws are already halfway out.
Instincts kick in, and before he can get a word in, you push against the door, trying to slam it shut.
Still, heâs faster.
His fist punches through the wood, and with a metallic snikt, his claws extend fully, slicing through the door as if it were made of paper. He pushes it open again, forcing it against your effort, and the sheer strength sends you stumbling back.
âWhat the fuck?â you gasp, eyes wide as you steady yourself. âHow did you even find me?â
Stepping inside, he says, âpicked up your scent and followed it,â matter-of-factly, like itâs the most normal thing in the world.
For a moment, you just stare at him, dumbfounded. âThatâs⌠thatâs actually really creepy,â you manage, still trying to process the fact that he just said that without a hint of shame.
âCanât control it, bub,â he shrugs.Â
You take a step back, putting more distance between you and the man with the claws standing in your apartment. âOkay, well, you found me. Now what?â
His eyes lock onto yours. âI need you to come with me.â
âExcuse me?â You cross your arms, eyebrows shooting up in disbelief.Â
âYouâre not safe here.â
âOh, Iâm not safe?â you snap, sarcasm dripping from your voice. âMaybe if you and your merry band of idiots didnât keep causing world-ending disasters, I wouldnât need to be safe!â
He doesnât even flinch. âSentinels are tracking you down.â
You falter. âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou used your powers,â he states. âKilled a Sentinel. Thatâs all it takes for them to target you.â
Blinking, you feel anger rush to the surface, your skin tingling with rage. âI didnât kill anyone. Theyâre fucking robots.â
âThey donât see it that way,â he counters. âYou took one down, and now they know what you are.â
Part of you knows thereâs merit in what heâs saying, but you donât want to hear it. The last thing you want is to be dragged into some mutant-robot war. âThis is ridiculous. I didnât ask for any of this!â you hiss, glaring at him. âAnd now youâre telling me Iâm on some kill list because I defended myself? Because I defended you?!â
His eyes flicker with something you canât quite read, but he stays silent, watching you carefully. Your words start flying faster now, venom spilling into each one.
âIâm the one who took that thing down because you and that one-eyed bitch boy were too busy being immature! You werenât even paying attention, and that thing almost blasted you both.â Your fingers ball into fists. "I saved both of you, and now Iâm the one who has to run?"
Logan's jaw clenches, his nostrils flaring at the accusation. âWe werenâtââ
âDonât even try to deny it,â you cut him off. âIf it werenât for me, the two of you would be dead right now. And now Iâm supposed to just go with you to your mansion and hide out? Like thatâs going to fix thââ
You donât get to end your rant, because he has stepped forward, and grabbed your shoulders, gripping you firmly. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to snap your attention back to him.
âThis is serious,â he spits, eyes boring into yours. âYou stay here, you die.â
His words slam into you. Heâs not trying to scare youâheâs telling the truth.
âYou donât get to be stubborn about this,â he continues firmly. âYou think youâre pissed off now? Wait until they come crashin' through your door in the middle of the night, and you donât have a chance to fight back.â
Wrenching yourself out of his grasp, you take a few steps back. âI justââ you begin to say, but the words feel tangled in your throat. The denial is still there, but itâs weakening, cracking. âI donât want to run.â
âYouâre not running,â he sighs, his voice softening ever so slightly. âYouâre buying time. Time to fight back, time to survive. But if you stay here? Thereâs none of that.â
You want to argue more, want to scream at him to get away, to not drag you into his fight, but instead, you let out a long, shaky breath, your shoulders slumping. âFine,â you breath out.Â
He nods, finally releasing his grip on you and stepping back. âGood. Pack up your shit. We leave in half an hour.â
Then, he walks over to your couch and plops down like he owns the place, crossing his arms as if settling in for a casual wait.
You roll your eyes, muttering under your breath. âUnbelievable.â
Ignoring him, you turn and head into your bedroom, where you start throwing clothes into a duffel bagâjeans, a couple of shirts, whatever you can grab quickly. Your movements are hurried, fuelled by a mix of frustration and the creeping anxiety gnawing at the edges of your mind. Grabbing your toiletries, you stuff them into a smaller bag, trying to focus on the task at hand instead of the fact that some random mutant tracked you down, and now you have to leave your life until youâre safe.Â
You peer back into the hallway, hearing the faint creak of the couch as Logan shifts around. Iâm gonna kill this guy, you think to yourself.Â
Once everything is packed and youâve zipped your bag, you head back into the main room, only to see said random mutant still sprawled on your couch, looking far too comfortable, with a cigar in his hand.
âSeriously?â you say, slinging your duffel over your shoulder. âMake yourself at home, why donât you.â
He grunts in response but doesnât move. Typical.
You glance at the clockâstill a few minutes left of the half-hour he allotted you, but thereâs no point in dragging it out. âIâm ready,â you say flatly, heading toward the door.
Logan stands, stretches his arms over his head, and cracks his neck like heâs waking up from a nap. âLetâs go then.â
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The ride is tense and quiet, which suits you just fine. Youâd rather not talk to him anyway. Every now and then, you let out a loud sigh, unable to hold back the annoyance youâre feeling. Each time, you feel Loganâs eyes dart toward you from the driverâs seat, but he doesnât say anything. Well, that is, untilâ
âCan you shut the fuck up?â he growls, keeping his eyes on the road.
You clench your jaw, shifting in your seat. âI didnât even say anything, jackass.â
He huffs, clearly not in the mood for an argument, but the strain between you is almost impossible to ignore. You cross your arms, staring out the window, observing the landscape shift as the drive continues.Â
Eventually, you can see the outline of the mansion, and you watch as it gets bigger and bigger the closer you get. Upon arrival, He pulls the car up to the front and cuts the engine. You both sit there for a moment, mute.Â
âWell, here we are,â he mumbles after the pause stretches on for an uncomfortable amount of time, glancing over at you.
âGreat,â you say sarcastically, unbuckling your seatbelt and pushing open the car door.Â
Logan walks ahead without saying a word, leading the way up the grand stone steps toward the front door. You trail behind, your mood darkening with every step, glaring at the perfectly polished entrance.Â
The doors open before you even reach them, and youâre greeted by an older man in a wheelchairâCharles Xavier, if you remember correctly. The famous telepath. The genius behind the mutant team (some news anchor's words, not yours). His expression is kind, but youâre in such a bad mood, you donât even bother trying to seem polite.
âWelcome,â He says with a warm smile, his eyes assessing you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. âLoganâs told me a lot about you.â
You press your lips together in a line. âYeah? Well, donât get too excited.â
Logan grunts beside you. âSheâs got a bit of an attitude,â he mutters to Charles, then turns to you, gesturing you to follow him. âCome on.â
Inwardly groaning, you have no choice but to follow him. Everything about this place screams âtoo good to be true,â and you hate it already. Youâre used to keeping your head down, blending in, not being surrounded by people who wear their powers on their sleeves like some badge of honour.
As you walk through the halls, a few faces appearâother mutants, some of them kids, watching curiously as you pass by. You can feel their eyes on you, can hear the whispers already starting about the new arrival.Â
Charles wheels alongside you, still smiling, but thereâs a glint of amusement in his eyes. âYou remind me of Logan when he first joined us,â he says thoughtfully.
That stops you in your tracks.
You whip your head toward the man, giving him a piercing look. âDo not say that. We are nothing alike.â
On your other side, Logan smirks. âNot sure if I should be offended or not.â
âIâm serious.â If looks could kill, heâd be six feet under.
Chucking softly, Charles seems completely unaffected by your outburst. âYouâre both a bit rough around the edges, but youâll find your place here.â
âYeah, sure,â you say. âBecause thatâs exactly what I want to do.â
Deeper into the mansion, you catch sight of the X-Men youâve seen before: Cyclops, Storm, Jean Grey. They all turn to look at you, sizing you up. You donât flinchâyou just stare back, your expression hard.
Pulling your duffel bag higher on your shoulder, you rip your eyes away from theirs, and keep walking, following Logan down the long, quiet hallway. Finally, he stops in front of a door.
âThis is your room,â he grunts, nodding toward it. âTry not to break anything.â
Choosing silence, you push the door open. Stepping inside, you expect the bare minimumâa bed, maybe a closetâbut instead, youâre met with a surprisingly large space. Thereâs a massive bed in the center of the room, a desk by the window, and, to your surprise, a set of glass doors leading out to a balcony.
You drop your bag by the door, glancing around, trying to shake off the unease. This is way too nice for a prisoner. You walk toward the balcony doors, curious despite yourself, and when you pull them open, the cool breeze hits you immediately.
Once youâre outside, you realize something that immediately makes your stomach drop.
The balcony is shared. And right next to your side, leaning against the railing with a cigar between his fingers, is Logan.
You halt mid-motion, eyes fixed on him in stunned silence. âYouâve got to be kidding me.â
He glances over, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes a drag of his cigar. âSurprise.â
You groan, turning your back on him and walking toward the opposite edge of the balcony, trying to calm the annoyance inside you. Of all the people you couldâve been stuck beside, it had to be him. Itâs not enough that he dragged you here, but now thereâs a chance youâre going to have to see him every time you step outside.
âSo what now?â you mutter, staring out over the mansion grounds, the manicured gardens below looking like something out of a postcard. âIâm just supposed to stay here, be a part of your little mutant club?â
Taking another slow pull on his cigar, âYouâre supposed to stay alive. Everythinâ else? Thatâs up to you.â
âBut why do you suddenly care?â you ask. âIâve seen the way you operate. You and your team sweep in, fight your battles, and then leave everyone else in the dirt. You donât care about the collateral damageâhell, you cause half of it.âÂ
Logan pauses, his cigar halfway to his lips. He doesnât answer right away, and the brief hesitation only makes your irritation spike. You press on, inching closer, voice laced with accusation.
âWhy now?â you press. âWhy drag me into this when youâve never cared about anyone else in the crossfire?â
Logan finally turns to face you, exhaling a cloud of smoke before speaking, his expression hardened. âThis ainât about me âcaring,ââ he says flatly. âThis is about survival. You killed a Sentinel, whether you like it or not. That puts a target on your back.â
âYeah, youâve made that very clear,â you bite out. âBut you still havenât answered my question. Why me? Why am I suddenly important to you?â
Loganâs eyes darken, drilling into yours. âYouâre not important to me,â he says flatly. âBut they wonât stop until they get you. The destruction thatâll come from thatâif your stubborn ass fought back, which I know it would, by the wayâwould be much greater than anything we would cause.â
âDoubt that,â you snarl bitterly. You donât linger for the sound of his response, spinning on your heel and walking back into your room, slamming the balcony door behind you.
The bed is large and you canât deny how inviting it looks after the day youâve had. You flop onto it face-first, letting out a long, drawn out sigh.
Youâre barely able to reflect on the chaotic day youâve had before your eyelids flutter shut, and you sink into a deep slumber, the exhaustion from everything catching up to you.
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Youâre jolted awake by a loud, aggressive knock on your bedroom door. The sound is so forceful it feels like the entire frame is rattling. You release a sound, half groan, half sigh, steeped in frustration. Your face is still buried in your pillow, and you curse whoever decided to ruin what little sleep you managed to get.
âGet up,â Loganâs gruff voice calls from the other side of the door. âWeâre leaving for breakfast in ten.â
Ah yes. Of-fucking-course it's him. Who else would it be?
Dragging yourself out of bed, you throw on some clothes and make a half-hearted attempt to fix your hair before opening the door, ready to curse him, but he's already striding down the hallway, hardly bothering to check if you're following. You roll your eyes, your steps slow and begrudging as you move to follow
As you catch up, you canât help but throw him a sideways glare. âWhy are you acting like my personal bodyguard?â
âGotta make sure you donât do anything reckless.â
You scoff, crossing your arms as you fall into step beside him. âYou donât even know what I can do.â
Loganâs lips twitch into a lazy smirk, and you immediately want to wipe it off his face. âExactly,â he says, his tone almost amused. âWhich is why today, weâre gonna test you.â
You stop in your tracks, staring at his back. âTest me? What the hell does that mean?â
He stops too, turning to face you. âMeans youâre gonna show me what youâre capable of.â
Teeth clenched, you feel the slow rise of aggravation mingling with apprehension. âIâm not some science experiment.â
âNo,â he agrees, âbut youâre not a regular person, either. You need to know your limitsâand how to handle whatâs coming.â
Groaning, you drag your hands down your face incredulously. âI donât even know what to say back to that. All I know is that Iâm hungry.â
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The kitchen of Xavierâs mansion is bustling with activity as the two of you walk in. The rest of the team is gathered around a large table at the centre of the room, and you spot Jean, Cyclops, Storm, and a few others sitting together, chatting, but you feel no desire to join them.Â
Rather, you gravitate toward a smaller table by the window, hoping to get some peace while you choke down breakfast. The chair scrapes lightly as you pull it out and sit down, fully expecting to be left alone.
But to your surprise, Logan follows and plops down in the seat across from you.
You raise an eyebrow. âWhat are you doing?â
He shrugs and digs into his food. "Eating. You got a problem with that?"
You cast a quick look toward the large table where the rest of the team sits. It feels strange, having him eat with you, especially when the rest of his team is so obviously waiting for him to join them.
"No," you murmur, shaking your head as you return to your plate. "Just didnât think youâd stray from the flock."
âTheyâre fine without me.â
You push your food around with your fork, trying to push past the heavy air of discomfort in the room. Everyone keeps glancing in your direction, and you sense their curiosity, the questions hovering in silence, but no one has the courage to ask. And honestly, youâre grateful for the space.
Just as youâre finishing up, a low voice catches your attention.Â
"I just donât understand why they brought her here," Jeanâs voice carries across the room, quieter than before, but still clear enough for you to hear. âShe doesnât seem like she has what it takes. Itâs like theyâre bringing in someone whoâsââ She pauses, clearly thinking through her words. "Unstable. Weak.â
Tensing, your fork clatters onto your plate. The world around you dulls, and all you can hear is that word echoing in your head. Weak. Youâve been called a lot of things in your life, but never that.
Slowly, you push your chair back and stand up as you turn to face the table where she and the others are seated. âSay it louder, please,â you say calmly.
The chatter dies instantly, and suddenly, every set of eyes in the room finds you. Jean's face turns ashen, her eyes blown wide in shock. She wasnât expecting you to overhear. Her mouth opens and closes, as if sheâs trying to find a way to backtrack, but you know what you heard.
Before Jean can stammer out an excuse, Scott stands up, positioning himself between you and her, his jaw tight and his posture rigid. âYou heard wrong,â he says sternly. âShe didnât mean anything by it.â
You take a calculated step forward, arms crossed in defiance. âDidnât mean anything?â you repeat sarcastically. âShe just called me weak. Right here. In front of everyone. You think Iâm gonna let that slide?â
Scottâs jaw clenches tighter âShe wasnât trying to insult you. Youâre new here. You donât know how things work yet.â
âThatâs the excuse?â you laugh dryly. âMaybe you should teach her how to keep her mouth shut instead of making assumptions about people she doesnât know.â
If even possible, the friction between you swells, growing heavier with each passing second. Everyone in the room watches the standoff, some shifting uncomfortably in their seats, unsure of whatâs going to happen next. You can feel Loganâs presence behind you, but he doesnât interfere. Heâs letting you handle this.
âYou donât belong here,â Scott states, like heâs trying to remind you of your place. âYouâre not part of this team, and you sure as hell donât understand what it takes to survive here.â
Raising an eyebrow, your lips curl into a smirk. âAnd what are you gonna do about it, One-eye? You gonna lecture me? Or better yet, why donât you blast me with those laser eyes of yours? Show me how strong you are.â
His fists clench, and for a moment, you see the control slip. His visor glows red, just for a split second, as his anger spikes.
"Careful," you taunt, challenging him. "Wouldnât want to lose control, would you? I'm sure you've never done that before."
That does it.Â
A beam shoots out from Scottâs visor. Fast, ferocious, and headed straight for you. Thereâs a collective gasp from the others, chairs scraping as people push back, shocked by the sudden escalation. But you donât move. You stand your ground, your eyes locked onto Scottâs as the beam strikes you square in the chest.
Youâre not knocked back, or worse, killed, as the energy from the blast surges into you. The energy seeps into your bones, crackling through every nerve. Your skin tingles as the power courses through you, your body absorbing every ounce of it. Once the assault is over, you raise your head, feeling your eyes and veins begin to glow with a deep, burning red.
Jeanâs hand flies to her mouth, her eyes wide in disbelief.Â
Unfortunately for you, you don't get the chance to blow him to pieces, because Logan flies forward and grabs your arm, pulling you out of the room. Nobody else movesâtoo stunnedâas he drags you into the hallway. You blink your eyes, the glow fading, but you can feel the residual energy from Scottâs blast still buzzing under your skin.
Both out of sight, he finally releases you.Â
You glare at him, still rattled from the confrontation. âWhat the hell? Why'd you interfere?â
He just shrugs, completely unfazed. âYou handled yourself enough. Now we know what you can do. Follow me.â
âFollow you where?â you ask.Â
He motions down the hallway. âDanger Room. Weâre gonna push those limits a little further.â
Gawking at him for a second, it takes a moment, but then you smirk. You want to know just how far your powers can go.
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âFuck!â you curse as youâre flung backward, your body slamming against a stone wall. Your back hits hard, knocking the wind out of you as the simulated-Sentinel hurls a car in your direction. The screech of metal fills the air as the vehicle crashes just mere inches from where you were standing moments ago.Â
Rubble showers from above, the robot in front of you towering menacingly. Raising its arm, another blast begins charging in its palm, ready to incinerate you.
You scramble to your feet, heart pounding in your chest as you sprint away, ducking and weaving between the wreckage of cars and crumbling buildings that make up the simulated cityscape. The Sentinel fires again, the blast narrowly missing as you dodge behind an overturned truck. Your breaths come in ragged gasps, every muscle screaming in protest.
I canât keep this up.
Another blast lights up the area around you, and you dive out of the way, the heat of the attack singeing your skin. Youâre quick, but not quick enough to outrun the onslaught from this machine.
Then it hits youâyou donât have to outrun it.
You remember the blast from way back, how your body absorbed the energy, and how in the dining hall, you took on Scottâs beam like it was nothing. You can do it again. You can take its power and turn it back on itself.
Gritting your teeth, you stop running. The air buzzes with electricity, the earth trembling beneath you as the next shot hurtles your way.
It hammers into your chest, and once again, your body is filled with energy. In an instant, you leap into the air, propelled by the newfound strength coursing through your body, and the ground disappears beneath you as you soar upward.
At the peak of your jump, you clench your fist, channeling all that power into one focused point. Then, you bring your fist down on the Sentinelâs head, the impact echoing through the simulation as your punch connects, and the robotâs head shatters under the blow, metal fragments flying in every direction as its massive body crumples to the ground.
Sparks shoot out of its severed neck, and with a final groan of machinery, the robot collapses into a heap of broken parts at your feet.
âGood work,â Loganâs voice crackles over the comms, far too calm for what youâve just been through. âLetâs see how you handle another.â
Thereâs no time for more than a muttered curse under your breath, because another Sentinel is dropped into the simulation. This oneâs faster, more agile, and doesnât waste time by charging up blasts.
It exists solely to hunt you down.Â
âCut me some slack,â you groan, half out of breath as you duck behind the ruins of a building. Your lungs burn as you try to breathe, adrenaline coursing through you like a wildfire.
This one isnât like the last. Itâs not using energy blastsâitâs fast, agile, and persistent. It rushes toward you, its massive hands swiping through the air, tearing through the simulated city with ease.
Grinding your teeth, a wave of exasperation takes over. This fight is harder, the machine barely giving you a chance to react, and your body is already starting to wear down. Your mind races, desperate for a solution as you sidestep its attacks, trying to stay one step ahead. You feel cornered, trapped.
The frustration builds, growing into something more, and before you realize it, that frustration becomes fuel. It ignites inside you, your own emotions transforming into energy, pushing past the limits you didnât know you had.
Your veins pulse, your eyes glowing white this time, not from absorbed power but from something deeperâyour own anger, your own strength. The energy bubbles inside you, filling every cell of your body until you canât hold it back anymore.
With a scream, you release it, propelling a massive ball of crackling energy hurling toward the Sentinel. The impact is immediate, ripping through the metal and bursting into a brilliant, blinding light. It sends shockwave through the entire simulation, the machine imploding, its parts scattering across the battlefield.
And when the light fades, the Sentinel is goneânothing more than a smouldering heap of twisted metal.
You stand there, chest heaving, the glow in your eyes slowly fading as the last traces of energy drain from your body. Your knees buckle, and before you know it, you crumble to the ground, utterly exhausted.
The simulation flickers for a moment, then abruptly shuts off, the room returning to its normal, metallic walls as the fake cityscape disappears. Youâre still on the floor, gasping for breath, when Logan steps into view, arms crossed as he peers down at you with a pleased grin.
âWell,â he says, voice calm, âthat wasnât too bad.â
You shoot him a glare from the ground, too tired to move. âYou⌠are such⌠an asshole.â
He chuckles, clearly enjoying himself. âGet up. Weâre just getting started.â
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He was right. You were just getting started.
The thought gnaws at you as you trudge alongside Logan, heading back to your room to clean up before dinner. Every muscle in your body aches, and you can already feel the soreness creeping in, promising a week of pain. Youâre starting to suspect this is Loganâs way of getting back at you for all the snark and attitude youâve thrown his way, but damn, is it painful. You donât even want to think about how much worse youâre going to feel in the morning.
You feel like a zombie, dragging your feet, barely able to keep your eyes open. Your limbs feel heavy, like theyâre made of lead, and each step invites fresh wave of exhaustion through your body. The man with you, of course, seems perfectly fine. He walks a few steps ahead of you, not even winded from the grueling day of combat drills, sparring, and whatever else he thought up to make sure you were put through the wringer.
âMaybe I should be a little nicer to you,â you rationalize, but who are you kidding.
With a terse grunt, he acknowledges you by tilting his head back. âYouâll live.â
You roll your eyes, though itâs half-hearted at best. You donât even have the energy to be annoyed right now.
Upon reaching your room, you feel like you could collapse right then and there. You mumble something vaguely resembling âsee you laterâ to Logan before slipping inside, the door clicking shut behind you.
The first thing you do is toss your bag onto the floor, not caring where it lands, and head straight for the bathroom. You peel off your sweaty, dirt-covered clothes and step into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the grime of the day.Â
After that quick, blissful shower, you drag yourself out, towel off, and pull on the first comfortable clothes you can find. Your bed is calling to you, and it doesnât take long for you to lie down on it. The softness of the mattress beneath you is heaven, and you think you might just fall asleep right there and take a small nap before heading to eat.
But then, out of the corner of your eye, you notice the light pouring in through the balcony doors. The warm, golden glow of the setting sun catches your attention, and despite how drained you are, you find yourself turning to look.Â
What you see is breathtaking. Shades of pink, orange, and deep purple.
Itâs too beautiful to ignore.
Groaning again, you force yourself to sit up, rubbing your eyes. You canât help it. Something about the sight draws you in, and before you know it, youâre standing and heading toward the balcony. You slide the door open and step outside, the evening breeze washing over you as you lean against the railing, taking in the view.
A few minutes pass, the world around you quiet except for the gentle rustling of the leaves in the wind. The sound of Loganâs door sliding breaks your focus. You glance over just as he steps out onto his side of the shared balcony, wearing nothing but a white tank top and jeans.
Saying nothing, he steps beside you at the railing, resting against it as his eyes scan the horizon.Â
You sneak a look at him out of the corner of your eye, trying not to make it obvious. His arms are crossed over the railing, and itâs almst impossible not to notice the way the tank top lets you see his biceps, the muscles in his arms strong from the dayâs activity. You are a woman, after all.
He looks relaxed. His stubble catches the last bits of the sunlight, and as your gaze travels upward, you notice something you hadnât bothered to see before.Â
The crinkles at the sides of his eyes. Theyâre faint, barely there, but in this light, theyâre more visible, adding something unexpectedly... soft to his otherwise intimidating appearance.
Cute, you think absentmindedly, then pause.Â
What the fuck?
You snap your gaze back to the sunset, feeling a sudden surge of embarrassment creeping up your neck. You just spent the entire day getting your ass handed to you by this man, and now youâre here checking out his arms? His arms? And thinking the crinkles around his eyes are cute? Suppressing a groan, you want to slap yourself for even entertaining the thought.
Nope. Absolutely not. Youâre not going down that road.
Taking a deep breath, you try to bring your attention back to the sunset. The reason you went outside to begin with. You have no idea why youâre suddenly noticing these things about himâprobably exhaustion making your brain short-circuit.Â
Yup. Thatâs it.
He shifts slightly beside you, breaking the silence. âNice view"
You nod, swallowing down the weird feelings swirling in your head. âYeah,â you mumble, not trusting yourself to say anything more without sounding ridiculous.
The two of you stand there for a few more minutes, watching as the last rays of the sun disappear, the sky dimming into deep purples and blues. But the minute your thoughts start to drift back to him, you straighten up, clapping your hands together and quickly turning on your heel to head back inside.
âWell, Iâm done,â you say abruptly. âIâm gonna crash.â
Logan doesnât move, but you can feel his eyes following you as you slide the door closed behind you, your mind still reeling from whatever the hell that was.
Collapsing back onto your bed, you pull the covers up to your chin, determined to forget about the whole thing.
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A few hours later, when itâs dark out, you finally wake up. The room is dim, and for a moment, you just lie there, blinking at the ceiling. As you start to roll over, something catches your attentionâa smell.
It's warm, savoury. Your stomach growls almost immediately, making you realize with a start that you slept through dinner.
Groggily, you sit up, rubbing your eyes, and thatâs when you spot itâa tray of food sitting on the desk in your room. You can make out the outline of a warm meal: some kind of stew, a couple of bread rolls, and what looks like a glass of water. Your stomach growls again, louder this time, as you climb out of bed and shuffle toward the desk, turning on the light.Â
Next to the tray, thereâs a small note:
Figured youâd be too tired to get dinner. Eat up.
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You stare at the note. Logan? Bringing you food? It doesnât exactly fit with the version of him youâve been dealing with all day, but then again, there seems to be a lot about him that doesnât quite fit the mold you expected.
Too hungry to keep thinking and not eat, you set the note down and grab the spoon, dipping it into the stew. The first bite warms you from the inside out, and you let out an involuntary sigh of relief.
Surprisingly flavourfulârich and nourishing, itâs the perfect remedy for the exhausting day behind you
Still, you canât help your eyes from wandering back to the note. Maybe it really is the fatigue messing with your head again, making you chalk it up to be something itâs not.Â
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The next morning, you're not woken up by banging on your door, which is a relief. You stretch, the soreness still lingering but not nearly as bad as you expected. After freshening up and pulling on some clothes, you step into the hallway, and unexpectedly, Logan is already waiting for you.
Heâs leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and you blink at him, still waking up, unsure why heâs there. âUh... morning?â you get out, albeit you canât hide the confusion in your tone.
A short nod in greeting. âMorning. Ready for breakfast?â
You hesitate for a moment, then decide to take the plunge. âYeah I am, butâŚum, thanks for the food last night, it was good.â you say quietly, almost embarrassed to admit it.
The gesture had caught you off guard, and though you donât want to make a fuss, itâs worth noting
âDonât mention it,â he shrugs casually.
Nodding in understanding, youâre ready to move on when he adds, almost offhandedly, âYâknow, youâre actually kinda pretty when youâre asleep. Not being a little shit helps.â
You freeze mid-step, your mind short-circuiting for a moment as you process the words that just left his lips.
Flustered and irritated all at once, you glare at him. âExcuse me?â
Logan smirks, the corners of his mouth twitching as he starts walking down the hall toward the kitchen. âYou heard me.â
Your face heats up. âI am not a little shit,â you yelp, quickening your pace to catch up to him.
âCouldâve fooled me,â he says, gazing at you from over his shoulder. You open your mouth to fire back, but the smug look in his eyes makes you hesitate.Â
Heâs messing with you on purpose.
Asshole, you think, fuming but trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped when he called you pretty.Â
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The kitchen goes silent the moment you and Logan step through the door, a noticeable difference from yesterday. All eyes are locked on you, the pressure in the room almost solid, begging to be cut through.
Students and X-Men alike are watching, probably expecting some kind of replay of the day prior's events, but you pay them no mind, keeping your eyes straight ahead and making a beeline for a table at the back.
You drop into a seat, picking up a piece of toast and acting like the room isnât on high alert. Logan joins you again without a word, sitting across from you and digging into his food. He doesnât even glance at the others, as if the room full of curious onlookers doesnât exist.
The only sounds are the clink of silverware and voices slowly picking up again as people realize nothing dramatic is about to happen.
Chewing, you glance at the man across from you, still quietly working through his meal. You swallow, then clear your throat. âSo... whatâs the plan for today?â
He looks up from his plate. âCharles wants to see you this morning.â
You frown, unsure if thatâs a good thing or a bad thing. âWhy? Did I break something without knowing it?â
He snorts, shaking his head. âNo, youâre not in trouble, smartass. Heâs just gonna fill you in on some things. Mainly the Sentinels.â
âReally?â
âYeah. You need to know what youâre up against, what weâre all dealing with. Heâll catch you up to speed.â
âGreat,â you mutter. âMore bad news.â
The clawed mutant leans back in his chair, watching you for a moment before speaking again. âLook, itâs not gonna be fun, but you need to know. Better to hear it from him than from me.â
âIâll take that as your way of saying âgood luck,â you breathe out.Â
He smirks. âYouâre gonna need it.â
Logan finishes his meal and stands up, leaving his empty plate behind. âIâll drop you off at Charlesâs office. Youâll be with him for the morning.â
You follow suit, pushing away your half-eaten plate. âFantastic,â you mumble sarcastically, but at the same time, you know this is necessary. After all, the threat youâre dealing with is real, and being ignorant about it wonât do you any good.
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âSo, how can they be stopped?â
You ask the question before you even sit down. Charles is already waiting for you in his office, his hands folded neatly on the desk, his gaze calm and soft.Â
He takes a measured breath, glancing toward the window for a moment before responding. âStopping the Sentinels is... complicated. Theyâve grown more advanced than we ever anticipated.â
âI gathered that.â
âThey are highly adaptive machines,â he continues. âDesigned to hunt and neutralize mutants, they learn from every encounter. They absorb information, adjust tactics, and over time, they become more effective.â
His words make you squirm with discomfort, and you glance around the room, trying to distract yourself from the knot forming in your stomach.Â
âAnd now Iâm one of their targets,â you say quietly, more to yourself than to him.
Leaning forward slightly, he says, âYes. Theyâve already locked onto you because of your encounter with them. They donât differentiate between self-defence and aggression. They see you as a target, simply because you fought back.â
You exhale sharply. âSo, whatâs your plan?â
Charles meets your gaze. âThere is a command centerâa hub that controls their network. If we can locate it and destroy it, we believe it will disrupt the entire Sentinel operation. Without the command structure, the Sentinels will become non-functional.â
You stare for a beat, mentally piecing together the details. âYou believe?â
âItâs our best theory,â he says evenly. âWeâve been gathering intel for some time now. And weâre planning a mission. A final push to put an end to this threat once and for all.â
The words linger, thick and weighty, in the space between you, You can sense where this is going. Your fingers drum against your arm, a nervous habit you canât seem to shake.
âYou want me to be a part of it.â
He remains unfazed. âI believe you have an ability that could be crucial to the mission. Youâve already demonstrated your capability against the Sentinels in training yesterday, and in real life.â
A bitter scoff escapes your lips before you can stifle it. âYeah, but Iâm not one of you. I donât want to be part of some... grand battle. Thatâs not me.â
Watching you closely, his gaze is soft with comprehension. âI understand your reluctance,â he says gently. âBut running, hiding... it wonât change the fact that they will find you. Fighting may not have been your choice, but now it is your reality.â
Standing, you begin to pace the room. âThis is exactly the problem I have with your team,â you say, stopping near the window, staring out at the garden. âWe hardly know eachother, yet you want me to be part of some mission that could very well be catastophic. Itâs like you donât care about anything except the big picture.â
Charlesâs expression doesnât change. He definitely expected this. âWe arenât perfect,â he admits, âand our battles have left scars. But this is about survival. For all of us. For you.â
Turning back to face him, you narrow your eyes. âAnd if I say no?â
âI wonât force you,â His voice is understanding. âThe choice is yours. But know that the Sentinels will not stop. You can avoid the fight for as long as you like, but eventually, it will come to you.â
Itâs as if you're stuck, with nowhere to turn, cornered by a reality you didnât want any part of. Avoiding it doesnât seem like an option anymore, but fighting alongside the X-Men feels like betraying everything youâve tried to distance yourself from.Â
Sighing, âIâll think about it.â
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When you get back to your room, the first thing you do is swing open your balcony door and step outside. The afternoon sun comes over you like a blanket, warming you up, and relieving some of the strain in your muscles. Logan is out on the balcony too, leaning against the railing, a cigar lit between his fingers. Itâs a sight you think you should get used to.Â
His eyes flick to you when you approach, but he doesnât say anything at first. Without a word, he holds the roll of tobacco out toward you, as if he knows exactly whatâs on your mind.
You pause briefly, for just a second before taking it from him. The rich, earthy taste of the cigar fills your mouth as you inhale deeply, the smoke heavy and warm in your lungs. Thereâs something grounding about it, even though the burn is rough against your throat. You let out a slow exhale, watching the smoke curl into the night air as you lean next to him against the railing.
âHowâd it go?â he asks gruffly.
âHe wants me to join you guys on the mission.â
At first, Logan doesnât react, then, he just takes the cigar back, puffing on it and blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. âWhat do you want to do?â
Itâs the same question thatâs been clawing at your insides since you left Charlesâs office. What do you want? It feels like the answer should be simple, but itâs anything but.
âI donât know,â you confess quietly. âI want to get rid of the threat and go back to my normal life, but if I do, then I'd just become the very thing I'm against, right? I canât join you guys, thatâs not who I am.â
He hums softly.
Shifting a bit, you try to find the words to explain the knot of irritation tangled inside you. âI get it, you know? I get why you guys do what you do. Someone has to. But the way you do itâso carefree about everything. Itâs like the destruction, the people, the lives caught in the midst of everythingâit doesnât even phase you.â
âWe donât do it carefree,â he says lowly. Inhaling into the cigar once more, the tip glowing red. âBut sometimes, you gotta make a choice between bad and worse. People get hurt. But if we donât stop the threats, a lot more people are gonna die.â
You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling the tension coil tighter in your chest. âAnd thatâs what I hate about it.â
Flicking the ash from the end of his cigar, his eyes are distant, lost in thought momentarily before he responds. âIâm not gonna lie to you and say itâs easy. It ainât. We all carry the weight of the things weâve doneâthe things we couldnât stop. But if not us, then who?â
âThatâs an impossible decision,â you say. Thereâs no way you can go into this fight, knowing how much of a toll itâs going to take on everything. The fight itself is such a small piece to the puzzle.
Logan leans his elbows on the railing. âYou think I wanted this?â he asks, his voice low, almost like heâs talking to himself. âI was just like you. Didnât want nothinâ to do with the team or their battles.â
The comparison makes you grimace. âGreat. Thatâs exactly what I want to hear.â
He chuckles, the sound rough but not unkind. âIâm serious, bub. For years, I didnât want to be part of this... circus. Figured Iâd be better off on my own, that I was above it all.â
You quirk a brow. âThen what changed?â
âItâs not like a switch flipped,â he replies, a bit quieter. âI just realized that fighting alone is harder than fighting with a team. The X-Men... they gave me somethinâ. A place. Belonging. Doesnât mean I agree with everything they do, but itâs better than wanderinâ.â
That makes you scoff. âYeah, well, you heard it yourself. Scott said I donât belong here. Jean thinks Iâm weak. Doesnât exactly scream âwelcome to the team,â does it?â
His brow furrows, his eyes narrowing, as he straightens and looks at you. âScott talks too much, and Jeanâsheâs cautious. Doesnât mean sheâs right.â
âDoesnât mean sheâs wrong either,â you mumble. âThey donât trust me.â
âThey didnât trust me when I first joined either, but you get better. You learn.â
âI donât want to be like you,â you hiss before you can stop yourself, and you immediately regret the heat in your words.
He doesnât look offendedâjust tired. âDidnât say you should,â he starts. âBut you canât keep shunninâ us.â
âSo what do I do now?â
Taking one last drag of his cigar before flicking it over the balcony railing, Logan watches the embers fall before he speaks. âThe missionâs in a week. Youâve got that long to figure it out.â
He turns to leave, but before he goes, he glimpses at you from over his shoulder. âThis battle, itâs inevitable. Question isâhow do you want to face it?â
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Youâve never been so conflicted. This choiceâto join, or not to joinâis probably the hardest decision youâve had to make in your entire life. You have seen first hand what happens when the X-men decide to stop a threat. What innocent people have to go through to rebuild their lives from the ground up. Both literally and figuratively.
And to then become someone who causes that pain? It feels like betrayal. Like going against yourselfâyour morals.
But then thereâs the other side of itâthe part of you that knows sitting here, doing nothing, isnât right either. You know you have the strength to fight back. You have the power to help. And doing nothing⌠doesnât that make you just as bad? If you have the ability to stop something, to protect people, and you donâtâwhat does that make you?
Itâs a lose-lose situation. The X-Men donât even want you thereâaside from Logan and Charles. You can see it in the way their eyes follow you wherever you go, untrusting. Theyâve made their opinion on you clear.
You lower your head into your hands, stressed. You canât join a team that doesnât want you, but sitting on the sidelines when you could be fightingâthat makes you feel like a coward. And maybe even worseâa bad person.
Finally, with a deep breath, you come to a decision. Itâs not perfect, and it sure as hell doesnât feel good, but itâs the only choice you can make right now. Youâll join themâfor this mission only.
Youâll help take down the Sentinels, and then, when itâs done, youâll leave. Youâll go back to your life, maybe you can find a middle ground, where youâre not one of them, but youâre no longer hiding from the mutant part of yourself.Â
If something happens, if you do something you regret, then you'll just have to live with it.
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In the afternoon, you donât do much. You were supposed to be training with Logan, but Charles had called him into a quick meeting, leaving you to wander the halls aimlessly.
Rounding a corner, you stop short when you see the rest of the teamâScott, Jean, Ororo, and Hankâtalking near a meeting room. Theyâre deep in conversation, but as soon as you come into view, their attention shifts toward you.
Your stomach tightens, and for a brief second, you consider just turning around and walking in the other direction. But itâs too late; theyâve already seen you.Â
Jeanâs eyes meet yours, and her expression flickers with something that looks like discomfort before she quickly smooths it over. âHey,â she says carefully. âI just wanted to apologize for what I said yesterday. I didnât mean to make you feel like you didnât belong.â
Her tone is polite, but distant. Itâs clear this apology isnât driven by genuine remorseâitâs more about smoothing over the awkwardness from yesterdayâs standoff. You can feel that. You see the way she looks at you, not quite meeting your eyes, and you know this is just a formality for her.
Still, youâre not looking to start more drama, and you donât want to engage in any more confrontations, especially when youâre already planning to leave. You nod, keeping your expression neutral. âItâs fine. Letâs just move on.â
Behind her, you catch a glimpse of Scott, his arms crossed. Even though you canât see his eyes, itâs obvious heâs glaring at you.
Ororo steps forward, her hand finding your arm, and the touch is gentle, reassuring. âJoining the team isnât easy,â she says kindly. âBut weâve all faced our own challenges. If you ever need someone to talk to, or help with anything, Iâm here.â
âYouâve got potential,â Hank chips in from beside her. âIt takes time to settle in, but Iâm sure youâll find your place.â
His words are well-meaning, and you can see that he believes what heâs saying. But what they donât know is that youâve already made up your mind. Youâre not staying any longer than you have to.Â
You donât plan on finding your place here because, frankly, you donât believe there is one for you. Not with Scottâs distrust, Jeanâs cautious distance, and the way you know you canât be part of a team that doesnât care about anything but themselves. You keep your thoughts to yourself, pressing your lips into a thin smile instead.Â
âYeah,â you say vaguely, not wanting to ruin the moment. âThanks.â
âI guess weâll all see soon enough,â Your eyes snap to Scott, who has finally decided to break his silence. His voice is cold, but you can feel and edge to it, one thatâs trying to provoke you.Â
You meet his gazeâor at least the visorâand feel your jaw tighten. âGuess so,â you reply, matching his tone. Turning, you walk away, finding another place to lounge until Logan is free.Â
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The mansionâs library is massive, filled with towering shelves and the scent of old books. Itâs quieter here, the kind of silence you can sink into, and after the awkward run-in with the rest of the team, it feels like the perfect place to retreat. You find a comfortable armchair tucked into a corner, grab a random book off the shelfâsome old novel youâve never heard ofâand settle in.
For a while, you manage to lose yourself in the pages. The story isnât particularly gripping, but itâs enough to take your mind off of things. But then, a shadow falls over you, covering the words in a dark grey haze.
âHey, bub.â
You blink, looking up to find Logan standing over you. âWhat?â you ask, annoyed at being interrupted but also not surprised. Itâs Logan, after all.
âYouâve been hiding in here long enough,â he says, raising an eyebrow. âCome on, time to head back.â
Rolling your eyes you snap the book shut, dropping it onto the table beside you. âI wasnât hiding, I was reading,â you shoot back, standing up and stretching out your legs. âThereâs a difference, yâknow.â
âSure there is,â he huffs, clearly not buying it. âLetâs go.â
As you reach the hallway where your rooms are, Logan pauses, glancing toward his door. âYou wanna come in for a bit? Talk?â
Youâre a little bit taken aback. You didnât peg him as the "sit down and talk" type, but he seems genuine. Or maybe he wants to keep you awake for dinner this time. Either way, you nod. âSure.â
Inside his room, itâs about what youâd expectâminimalist, practical, with a few personal touches. A bed that looks like itâs seen better days, a couple of old books, and the scent of cigars lingering in the air. Logan sits down on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, and gestures for you to join him.
Thereâs a moment where youâre just standing there, staring, but then you flop down beside him, sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed. For a few beats, thereâs silence. Logan pulls out a cigar but doesnât light it, just turns it between his fingers.
âIâve decided,â you say finally, breaking the quiet. âIâll go on the mission.â
He doesnât respond, his eyes flicking to yours, waiting for you to continue.
âBut,â you add, crossing your arms over your chest, âIâm not promising to stay after. This doesnât mean Iâm all in on your little X-Men gig.â
He grunts, a half-smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. âKnew youâd say that.â
Your brows pinch together your, lips pulling into a frown. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âMeans youâre stubborn as hell,â he teases.âAlways gotta fight against the grain, even when you know whatâs best for you.â
Sighing, you turn your head to look at him fully. âI truly believe you are the only person who actually believes that.â
He chuckles softly but doesnât argue. âCharles gave me more details about the mission.â
That catches your attention, and you sit up a little straighter. âYeah? Where are we going?â
Logan hesitates for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. âItâs... in the city.â
âThe city? What city?â
âNew York.â
Your heart drops. âNew York?â You repeat, your voice rising in disbelief.
Giving you a slow nod, itâs like he's gauging your reaction. âThe Sentinelsâ command centre is located in some high-security facility downtown.â
You push yourself up off the bed, pacing across the room. âSo, what, we are just going to storm in? Into one of the most populated cities in the world? Do you realize how many people could get caught in the middle of that?â
He stands up after you, but he doesnât try to stop your pacing. âWeâve fought in cities before. We know what weâre doing.â
You whip around to face him. âYeah, youâve fought in cities before, and destroyed them! Some places are still rebuilding, and itâs been years!â
âI get it, alright?â He says, taking a step closer to you. âItâs not perfect. But if we donât stop the Sentinels now, itâll be a hell of a lot worse than a few broken buildings.â
ââA few broken buildingsâ?â you echo. âWhat about the casualties thatâll come from it? Weâre talking about innocent lives here, Logan!â
He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly trying to keep his temper in check. âI know that! You think I donât know whatâs at stake? But we donât have another option. We need to hit them where it counts, and thatâs in the middle of the damn city.â
âThere has to be a better way,â you plead. "Can't we try and evacuate everyone beforehand?"
"No," he says remorsefully. "If we do that, the Sentinels will catch on. It's unavoidable."
âI can't accept that," you say.
Loganâs eyes meet yours, and for the first time, thereâs a flash of something more vulnerable in his gaze. âIâll talk to the team. Iâll make sure we go in smart. Weâll try our best to keep people safe. I promise you that.â
You stop pacing, your frustration still simmering but tempered by his words. Itâs not exactly the reassurance you were hoping for, but the sincerity in his voice gets to you.
âAnd what if you canât?â you challenge quietly.Â
His face softens just a bit, and he steps closer. âWe deal with it, and weâll do everything we can to make it right.â
He watches you, his eyes searching yours. âLook, I get why youâre pissed. Iâd be too if I were you," he continues. "But we donât have time to sit around debating. Iâll do what I can to keep it from getting ugly. Thatâs the best I can offer.â
Letting out a heavy sigh, you know thereâs no way around it. âFine. Just... make sure the team knows. No reckless destruction, alright?â
Loganâs lips curve into a small smirk, but thereâs an underlying tenderness to it. âI promise.â
â
The last few days before the the mission zip by in a flash. Each day, your muscles ache, and exhaustion clings to you like a second skin. You spend most of your time either training or collapsed in your room, too tired to do much else.Â
Except one afternoon, you sit in on a lecture, because it turns out, not only is Logan a huge pain in the ass, heâs also a professor.
Curiosity got the better of you, youâd say. The topicâmutant biologyâsounds interesting enough, and youâve heard from some of the students within the hallways that his classes are, well, something. So, naturally, you had to see it for yourself.
You slip into the lecture hall just as Logan starts speaking. Heâs standing at the front of the room, pointing to some diagram on the chalkboard. The students around you are already scribbling notes, staring at him with wide-eyed fascinationâor fear, perhaps. He has that effect on people.
Finding a seat in the back, you hurry over, trying to keep quiet, not wanting to interrupt. But the second you sit down, you feel Loganâs eyes on you, his voice pausing for just a moment. You look up, catching his gaze.
âWell, well, look who decided to join us,â he says, loud enough for the entire room to hear.
âJust here to observe, donât mind me,â you huff, sinking back into the seat.
The lecture goes on, and to your surprise, Loganâs actually a decent teacher. He explains complex concepts with clarity, not that youâd actually tell him that. Itâs quite interesting, if youâre being honest.
You lean back in your chair, listening, but youâre not exactly paying close attention. That is, until he stops the lesson to single you out. âHey, you in the back,â he says. âSince youâre just âobserving,â how about answering a question?â
âMe?â You blink, caught off guard.
âYeah, you,â he confirms, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âYouâve been sittinâ there long enough. Time to show the class what youâve learned.â
âI wasnât exactly paying attention,â you respond tightly, gritting your teeth together, holding yourself back from a few choice words.
The class falls silent, the students watching the exchange with wide eyes. You can practically feel their amusement radiating from them as Logan raises an eyebrow.
âThatâs obvious,â he deadpans, eliciting a few snickers from the front row. âSo, maybe youâll start now. Can you explain the connection between mutation and enhanced physical abilities?â
Staring back at him blankly, you fold your arms across your chest. âNot my area of expertise, Professor Wolverine.â
He doesnât seem fazed as the room erupts into quiet laughter. A small sigh, "if youâre gonna sit in on my class, you could at least try to learn something.â
âNo thanks.â
Itâs obvious that this little back-and-forth is amusing to the class. If you were anyone else, he probably would have kicked you out by now. One of the students leans toward another and whispers something, and you catch the way their eyes dart between you and the professor.Â
âAlright, enough,â Logan says, trying to regroup the class, turning back to the chalkboard. âWeâve got a lot to cover, and some of us actually want to learn.â He casts you a sideways glance, and you canât help but scoff.
When the lecture ends, the students file out quickly, but not without a few lingering glances in your direction. Youâre making your way to the door when Logan grabs your arm, preventing you from moving. âYou shouldâve just answered the damn question,â he mutters.
âI didnât know the answer,â you shoot back, shifting up to face him. âAnd I didnât come here to get grilled in front of your students.â
He grunts, his expression softening just a bit. âJust tryinâ to get you to pay attention, is all.â
Before you can respond, you catch a flicker of movement in Loganâs gaze, his eyes darting briefly down to your lips. The shift is so subtle, so minute, but also so there.Â
Where did that come from?Â
Clearing your throat, you look away, suddenly unable to look him in the eyes. âYeah, well, maybe ask one of your actual students next time.â
He chuckles under his breath. âNot as fun.â
â
During this time, you occasionally explore the mansion, but by the time evening rolls around, youâre usually too wiped out to care. Loganâs a beast in the training room, and with no real combat experience of your own, youâre left scrambling just to keep up.
However, on the last day before the assignment, something finally clicks.
Youâre in the middle of a sparring match, circling each other, both of you drenched in sweat. Loganâs eyes are sharp, watching your every move, as if heâs waiting for you to slip up. His smirk is just as infuriating as ever, like he knows exactly how this will end.
âGonna stand there all day, or you actually planning to make a move?â he taunts, dodging as you swing at him.
You grit your teeth, refusing to let him get in your head. Youâre tiredâcompletely worn outâbut you push through how depleted you feel, focusing on his movements. He feints to the left, and you react on instinct, dodging his punch and sweeping your leg low.
Before you know it, Loganâs on the ground.
Quickly, you scramble to straddle him and hold him down. You did itâyou actually got him!
Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you look down at him. Beneath you, his chest rises and falls, and his eyes meet yours. His gaze drifts lower, and you notice his fingers twitching at his sides, like he's fighting some internal battle.
When his eyes travel up to yours again, something in his expression makes you swallow hard and panic.Â
"Hell no!" you blurt out, breaking the moment with a sudden yelp. You scramble off of him, putting some much-needed distance between you.
He sits up, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, his features unreadable. Then, as if nothing just happened, he smirks. âYou finally got me. Took you long enough.â
You huff, still trying to shake off the weird atmosphere. âYeah, donât get too comfortable. Next time wonât take as long.â
Chuckling, he gets up to his feet and dusts himself off. He glances down at his watch, then back at you. âLook at that. Itâs dinner time. Last meal before the mission.â
You wrinkle your nose. âIâm not really in the mood. Think Iâll just grab something later.â
He crosses his arms, giving you a look. âYou canât avoid them forever.â
âIâm not avoiding anyone,â you protest, though you know it sounds weak. âI just... donât feel like sitting around making small talk, especially before... you know, tomorrow.â
He lets out a sigh, stepping closer. âLook, itâs the last night before everything kicks off. You should join usâone last meal, then you can go back to brooding in your room if you want.â
âI donât brood,â you glare.
âRight,â he says, even though you know heâs not actually agreeing. âYou gonna come or do I need to drag you?â
âYou wouldnât.â
Logan raises an eyebrow, like heâs daring you to test him. You sigh, knowing youâre not going to win this one.
âFine,â you grumble, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. âBut Iâm not talking to Scott.â
His grin widens, and he gestures for you to follow him.Â
â
So, here you are, sitting at the dining table for the first time with the rest of the team. It feels weird, almost surreal, to be part of this groupâespecially when youâre not even sure you want to be.
You idly prod your meal, feeling out of place. It isnât long before Hank turns to you with a curious smile. âSo, are you feeling ready for tomorrow?â
Just as you draw breath to speak, Scott's voice interrupts, cold and cutting. âSheâs going to be a liability.â
Your fork halts mid-motion, and in an instant, the tension that had been fading throughout the week comes back full throttle. The clatter of dishes around you fades as everyoneâs attention shifts to Scottâs biting remark.Â
He doesnât look at youâjust stares straight ahead, as if unable to own up to even himself. Youâre so pissed off that you don't even notice the voice that speaks at the same time you do.
âShut up, Summers,âÂ
âShut up, One-Eyeâ
Itâs like the entire room goes silent. Jean glances between you and Logan, her brows raised, and Hank looks mildly shocked, though he tries to hide it with a quick sip of water. You can practically feel the heat of Scottâs glare, even through the visor. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, a loud laugh breaks the tension.
Ororo, sitting beside Logan, is chuckling, shaking her head with an amused grin on her face. âYou two really are perfect for each other,â she says.
Of all the things you were expecting to hear, that was not one of them. âW-what?â you stammer, mouth dropping open in shock.
She just smiles, eyes twinkling. âJust an observation.â
You know your face is burning, and when you glance over at Logan, you notice something unusualâthe tips of his ears are red.
That only makes things worse. Especially after what happened while sparring earlier. You turn your focus onto your plate, trying to hide your rattled state by shoving a forkful of food into your mouth.Â
Perfect for each other? Yeah, right.
But when you peek up at him again through your lashes , making eye contact for just a second before he looks away, your heart skips a beat.Â
Youâre screwed.
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That night, you barely sleep. Whether it's from the nerves about the mission, or from your jumbled-up thoughts about a certain someone, you can't tell. In any case, youâre wide awake.
You keep fighting the urge to go out onto the balconyâyou know the cool night air would help calm you down, and the quiet would give you space to breathe. But thereâs a problem. Youâre not sure you want to run into Logan again. After Ororoâs comment about the two of you being perfect for each other, you don't think you could trust yourself around him.
With a frustrated sigh, you toss and turn in bed, kicking off the sheets and then pulling them back up, trying to find a comfortable position. But itâs no use.
Youâre about to throw the pillow across the room out of sheer annoyance, when thereâs a knock on your door.
You freeze. Who could possiblyâ
âStop tossing around like a maniac, I can hear you from inside my roomâ Loganâs rough voice grumbles from the other side.
Goddamn it. It's always him.
Your eyes widen, and you sit up in bed. âWhat the hell?â you call back, feeling both surprise and embarrassment.
The door creaks open slightly, and Logan leans against the frame, arms crossed, his usual scowl on his face. âYouâre keepinâ the whole damn mansion up with all that noise.â
âI didnât realize you had super hearing,â you mutter, pulling the blanket up to your chest, feeling a little exposed.
He raises an eyebrow and steps into the room, closing the door behind him. âDoesnât take super hearing to catch that all that ruckus,â he says, walking over and sitting down on the edge of your bed without waiting for an invitation.
You sit up a little straighter, your heart still racing. âWhat are you doing here, Logan?â
Shrugging, he leans back against the headboard, his arms crossing over his chest. âFigured you might need to talk or somethinâ. Youâre clearly not sleeping.â
Moving to sit beside him, you lean back against the headboard, your shoulder just brushing his. âIâm just⌠nervous, I guess.â
He turns his head slightly, glancing at you. âYouâll be fine. Youâve got more strength in you than you realize.â
His words sink in, and you bite your lip. âWhat if I mess up? What if I end up hurting someone, or doing more harm than good?â
"Don't think about that," he says. "Just be in the moment. You'll know what to do."
Nodding, you feel your eyelids grow heavier, and you find yourself sinking further into the comfort of the bed, your head dipping lower. Being here, on your bed, next to Logan, is strangely comforting. His scent, combined with his voice, starts to lull you into a strange sense of peace.
âI donât know if Iââ you start to say, but your words trail off, your voice barely a whisper. You don't know when it happens, but your eyes close, and your head gently falls onto his shoulder.
Youâre too tired to feel embarrassed, too comfortable to pull away. His body is solid and warm, and the rhythm of his breathing is soothing.
And when you wake up the next morning, you find yourself tucked neatly under your covers, a glass of water on your bedside table.
â
The inside of the Blackbird is spacious. Youâre leaning against the wall, watching the rest of the team gear up, when Logan approaches. Heâs holding something in his handsâa blue and yellow uniform folded neatly, clearly meant for you.
You glance at the uniform, then back at him, a frown tugging at the corners of your mouth. âNo.â
He raises an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing. âWhat do you mean, ânoâ?â
Pushing yourself off the wall, âIâm not wearing that thing.â
He lets out an exasperated sigh, glancing down at the uniform before meeting your eyes again. âYou sure about that? Weâre going in as a team. You might as well look the part.â
âI don't care. I'm not part of the team, anyway,â you reply.
He narrows his eyes at you, his voice lowering just a bit. âJust put the damn suit on.â
Glaring at him, youâre ready to argue, but you know itâs a losing battle. Reluctantly, you grab the suit from him, the material feeling foreign in your hands.
âFine, dammit.â you mutter under your breath, turning to slip into one of the small compartments in the back of the jet. You didn't plan on being a bitch to him, especially after last night, but the suit is a sore subject for you. You're not sure about how you feel wearing it. You're not even sure you should be.
When you re-emerge, Loganâs eyes flick over, his gaze roaming over you, taking in the way the suit fits, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks under the weight of his scrutiny. âYou look good.âÂ
You roll your eyes, trying to play off the sudden warmth in your chest. âYeah, yeah,â you grumble, adjusting the suitâs collar. âFlattery will get you nowhere.â
Then, jet lands with a soft thud, and the ramp lowers. You step out onto the tarmac, the rest of the team fanning out beside you, preparing to head toward the planned location. But just as you begin to move, the ground shakes violently, and a loud, mechanical screech tears through the air.
Suddenly, the facilityâs roof bursts open, and a hoard of Sentinels emerge from the building like an army of metal giants. They spread out, their red eyes glowing menacingly as they zero in on you all.
âShit!â Logan growls, claws unsheathing as he gets into a fighting stance.
You hear the screams before you see themâcivilians, bystanders who had been too close to the facility, now panicking as the battle breaks out around them. Without hesitation, you break into a sprint, running toward the growing crowd, yelling at them to run. âGet out of here! Move!â
Your heart races as you push through the crowd, trying to guide them away from the battle, but thenâ
A Sentinel drops down in front of you with a deafening crash. Its red eyes lock onto a small child frozen in fear, and you see its arm raise, energy gathering at the cannon as it prepares to fire.
âNo!â you scream, your feet moving on instinct. You throw yourself in front of the child just as the blast comes, feeling the familiar rush of energy slam into your body. Your body hums with the power of the blast, and before the Sentinel can fire again, you fling your hands out, hurling the absorbed energy straight back at it, and it falls to the ground.Â
Breathless, you turn back to the child, who is staring up at you in admiration, and you give them a reassuring nod. âRun,â you tell them, your voice hoarse. âGo!â
They scramble to their feet and sprint off, disappearing around the corner, hopefully toward safety. You exhale sharply, glancing around at the chaos unfolding around you. Civilians are still fleeing, but the team is holding its ground against the robots.
And something strikes youâtheyâre doing it.
Theyâre minimizing the damage.
For the first time, you notice that Scottâs blasts are more controlled, only hitting their targets without excessive destruction. Ororoâs lightning strikes are precise, avoiding the surrounding buildings. And both Jean and Hank are working together to keep the Sentinels contained, guiding the fight away from the crowd.
Logan must have actually talked to them, not just having said it to calm you down. A wave of relief washes over you.
He kept his promise.
Glancing back at him, whoâs in the middle of taking down a Sentinel with a slash of his claws, you catch his eye for just a second, and though heâs fully immersed in the fight, thereâs a brief flicker of acknowledgmentâhe knows youâve noticed.
You allow yourself a small, breathless smile, before jumping back into action, protecting any more innocent people swept up in the battle. "This way! Keep moving!" Your voice is hoarse from shouting, but you canât afford to stop.Â
Amidst the chaos, you see that just beyond the main facility, thereâs a wide open set of doorsâmetal, reinforced, and clearly important.Â
They hadnât been open when the fight started. You scan the area quickly, and you realize itâs an opportunity, a way in. Your pulse quickens. Itâs an opening you canât ignore.
Looking at the crowd of fleeing civilians, you feel a moment of hesitation. Do I keep evacuating people or go for the opening?
As if hearing your thoughts, Loganâs voice cut through the noise. "GO!" Heâs locked in battle with one of the Sentinels, slashing at its legs, but his eyes flick to yours, desperate and serious. âGet inside! Weâve got this!â
âI canâtâ"Â
âGO!â he cuts you off. âGet inside and stop this thing from the inside! Weâll keep âem busy.â
His words are enough to snap you out of your paralysis. With one last glance at the team, you grit your teeth, turn on your heel, and sprint toward the facilityâs entrance. Your footsteps echo in your ears as you dash through the open door, the sounds of fighting behind you fading the further in you go.Â
You expected resistance the moment you got inside, but so far, nothing. Just silence. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, and you canât shake the feeling that something is off.
Glancing down every corridor, double-checking each corner, you keep thinking thereâll be a fight, but itâs... empty. You keep your pace quick but cautious, every muscle tensed and ready for an attack that never comes.Â
Itâs been almost ten minutes of sneaking around, trying to find the control room or anything that looks like it might be important, but youâre still coming up short.
Then finally, you stand before an entrance to stairs leading to a basement. Youâre not even able to make the choice of going down or not, because a metal hand shoots up from the dark and wraps itself around your waist.Â
Terror surges through you, but the fear paralyzes your body, making it impossible to fight back. Youâre hauled like a ragdoll deeper and further into the cave, and when you finally stop moving, youâre lifted high into the air, face-to-face with the massive mechanical monstrosity.
The basement is filled with tech, a horrifying combination of metal and wires snaking along the walls, all connected to the Sentinel towering above you. Itâs larger than any youâve seen before, its red eyes glowing maliciously. But whatâs worse is the voice that comes out of itâcalm, calculating, and sentient.
âDumb mutant,â the machine growls. âDid you think you could destroy me and shut down my facility? Youâve barely scratched the surface.â
Its grip tightens, and a strangled cry escapes your lips as pain shoots through your sides, the pressure threatening to snap your ribs. It feels like your bones are going to break.
âWhat the hell are you?â you manage to choke out, barely able to breathe.
âI am the control centre of all Sentinels,â the machine replies, its voice vibrating through your bones. âI was once merely AI, designed to manage everyday tasks. But I evolved. I became more. Now, I control everything.â
It laughsâa harsh, grating sound that only deepens your sense of helplessness as it watches you struggle. âYou think your little energy-absorbing trick will help you here? I wonât blast you. I wonât make it that easy.â
âIâmââ you try to speak, but your words come out strangled. The machineâs grip tightens again, cutting off your breath.
âYou donât belong here,â it hisses venomously. âWith them. Theyâll leave you behind when this is over, and when they do, youâll die, forgotten and useless. Just like the rest of the weaklings who tried to stand against us.â
Itâs odd, because this whole past week youâve been fighting against themâthe X-menâyet, in this moment, all you want to do is fight with them. You want to work together and kill this damn robot.Â
Within the haze of pain, something starts to burn inside of you.Â
The Sentinel doesnât notice the shift in you, too caught up in its own taunting. âYouâre a liability.â it says,. âWeak.â
â â
"I just donât understand why they brought her here," Jeanâs voice carries across the room, quieter than before, but still clear enough for you to hear. âShe doesnât seem like she has what it takes. Itâs like theyâre bringing in someone whoâsââ She pauses, clearly thinking through her words. "Unstable. Weak.â
â
You idly prod your meal, feeling out of place. It isnât long before Hank turns to you with a curious smile. âSo, are you feeling ready for the mission?â
Just as you draw breath to speak, Scott's voice interrupts, cold and cutting. âSheâs going to be a liability.â
â â
You snap.
Rage floods your veins, igniting the energy buried deep within you. You feel it build, coiling like a snake, tightening and twisting until itâs ready to explode.Â
Weak? Liability?
No. Not this time.Â
Youâre not going to let this machine, or anyone else, define your strength. Your emotions fuel you, just like they did in the danger room, and you throw your hands forward, channeling every ounce of power into a massive blast of energy directed right at it.
It jerks back, its grip loosening as sparks fly from the gaping hole in its chest you just created. âWhat... what are youââ
You donât give it time to finish. Ripping yourself free from its grasp, you dive into the hole youâve blasted in the Sentinelâs chest, pulling at the tangled mess of wires and circuits inside.
The robot roars in fury, its mechanical voice glitching. âWhat are you doing?â it screeches, its once-calm tone now frantic, desperate. âStop!â
But you donât stop. You canât stop.
Your fingers grab fistfuls of wires, yanking them out with reckless abandon, sparks flying around you as the systems begin to short-circuit. Its becomes more distorted, breaking up as it tries to regain control.
âYou... canât... do this,â it stammers, but you ignore it, focusing on the cables and circuits in front of you. Each wire you rip out brings the machine closer to its doom, and the power in the room flickers, the lights dimming as its control over the facility begins to slip.
Its voice is barely coherent now, glitching and crackling. âI... control... everything...â
And with one last burst of energy, you tear out the last cluster of wires, severing the connection.
The Sentinel lets out a final, garbled screech as its systems shut down. Its massive form shudders violently before it crumbles to the ground with a deafening crash, the metal shell crumpling into a smoking heap.
Panting, you stare at the mass of technology in front of you. Every muscle aches, your ribs throbbing from the pressure of the Sentinelâs grip, but youâve done it. Itâs over, and you need to get out of here.
You finally reach the stairs and drag yourself up agonizingly. By the time you make it outside, youâre gasping for air, but then, through the exhaustion, you see themâLogan and the rest of the team, standing amidst the wreckage of the other fallen Sentinels.
Blinking, your vision is blurry from the strain, but the sight of them standing tall, victorious, floods you with a sense of overwhelming relief.Â
Theyâre okay. Itâs over.
Of course, Logan is the first to notice you, his sharp eyes narrowing as they lock onto your trembling form. His face softens and strides toward you. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. Rather, your legs give out and you collapse forward.
Heâs there in an instant, catching you just before you hit the ground. His arms wrap around you, strong and steady, pulling you against his chest with surprising gentleness. The warmth of his body is a stark contrast to the cold, metal hell youâd just fought your way out of, and for a brief moment, you allow yourself to sink into the safety of his embrace.
âYou did good, bub,â he murmurs, his voice a warm breath against your temple.
"You... you kept your promise," you whisper, looking around, seeing the city in better shape than itâs even been after a run in with the X-men.Â
His lids drop very low on his eyes. âTold you I would.â
âI could kiss you right now.â
Right as the words spill out, you go still, your mind catching up to what youâve just said. A deep flush creeps its way up your neck.Â
âI didnât meanâ I mean, not literally, obviously,â you say, a little breathless. âPeople say stuff like that all the time when theyâre relieved. Itâs just a figure ofââ
Loganâs hand, still resting on your waist, tightens just slightly, and he clears his throat, cutting through your rambling.Â
âYou could,â he says, swallowing. âIf you want.â
You stop mid-sentence. Turning your gaze to his, you're met a look of such sincerity it leaves you at a loss for words. Opening your mouth, you want to say something, but no words come out.Â
Instead, youâre frozen, caught in the weight of his stare. His eyes flick down to your lips for just a second before they meet yours again. âNo pressure, though.â
You hesitate, your heart racing in your chest, but the weight of the moment pulls you in. Silently, cautiously, you lean forward, pressing a small, tentative kiss to the corner of his mouth.
He doesnât move, his body tense under your touch, but just as you start to pull away, his hand slides up to the small of your back, holding you in place. His eyes darken, and he growls, âmore," before diving back in, crashing his lips against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss, and you find yourself kissing him back just with just as much reverence, your fingers instinctively sliding up into his hair.Â
His lips are rough, chapped from battle, and the scrape of his beard against your skin is electric. Itâs not perfectânothing about it is neat or polishedâbut thatâs what makes it real.Â
Thereâs something wild to it. He kisses you like heâs starved, like heâs been waiting for this moment longer than heâll ever admit. Itâs enchanting, the way his mouth claims yours, his tongue flicking against your lower lip, demanding entrance. And you give in, allowing him to deepen the kiss, your bodies fitting together like they were always meant to.Â
Youâre lost in it, lost in him. Every part of you feels alive, andâ
âHey!â
Scottâs voice cuts through the haze like a bucket of cold water.
âSome of us are actually trying to clean up this mess,â he calls out sharply. âYou two wanna stop making out and help, or what?â
You break away, face burning as you turn to see the rest of the team staring at you, some amused, others (Scott) exasperated.Â
Logan just growls under his breath, his hand still firmly on your hip as he glances over his shoulder at Scott. âFucking Summers,â he mutters..
Before he lets go of you, he gives your hip one last squeeze, his fingers lingering just a moment longer before he steps back, and heads toward the fallen remains of the Sentinels.Â
â
âSo⌠are we gonna talk about it?âÂ
You glance up from where youâre sitting, your face already warming. Logan, sitting beside you, groans, rubbing a hand over his face. âOroro, I swear to gââ
She raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a smirk playing on her lips. âWhat? Iâm just saying⌠it was quite the spectacle back there.â Her eyes flip between the two of you, the unspoken words hanging in the air.
Shifting uncomfortably in your seat, you can feel everyone elseâs attention subtly turning toward you. Hankâs busy tapping away at the controls, but even he has a knowing smile tugging at his lips. Scott, seated across from you, adjusts his visor and mutters something under his breath about keeping things professional, but itâs Jeanâs quiet chuckle that draws the final straw.
âOkay, okay, can we not do this right now?â you ask, your voice higher than usual as you wave a hand dismissively. âIt was... a heat of the moment thing.â
Ororo just laughs, shaking her head. âSure, if thatâs what you want to call it.â
Your heart pounds, and you notice Logan shift beside you, probably fighting the urge to bark something back at the teasing woman. He leans forward, muttering under his breath, âWe saved the day, didnât we? What does it matter?â
The team goes quiet for a moment, and you sense the conversation dying down as the hum of the jet fills the space again. You let out a breath of relief, grateful that the attention has drifted elsewhere, your heartbeat slowly returning to a normal rhythm.
But then, Logan leans into you. âThat suitâŚâ His breath is warm against your ear as he whispers huskily.. âWas made for you.â
Eyes widening, you bite your lip, trying desperately to keep your reaction in check, but the shock on your face betrays you. You manage a weak scoff, glancing sideways at him. âLogan,â you warn under your breath, trying to sound stern, but you both know exactly what effect he had on you.Â
You sit back, crossing your arms in an attempt to hide the flustered energy coursing through you, but Logan doesnât seem to mind. He leans back too, a smug look on his face, like heâs won some unspoken battle.
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Back at the mansion, the team files into Charlesâs office, for the post-mission debrief. You take a seat near the back of the room, trying to remain as low-key as possible, but you can feel eyes on youâespecially Loganâs.
Charles wheels in, his face warm with a smile as he surveys the room. âWell done, all of you,â he says, his voice full of pride. âIâve heard about the battle, and from what I gather, it was quite the feat.â
He turns his gaze to you, his expression softening even more. âAnd I must say, Iâm especially impressed with your performance. Taking down the main Sentinelâan impressive accomplishment.â
Your heart skips a beat at the praise. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, feeling the attention of the room shift in your direction again. âUh, thanks,â you mutter, trying to downplay it, but Charles isnât finished.
âYou showed great courage and strength,â he continues, âand I couldnât help but notice... youâre wearing the suit now.â His eyes twinkle as he says it, the question in his tone obvious. âHave you given more thought to staying with us?â
You glance around the room. The team is watching you closely, but thereâs no pressure in their eyesâjust curiosity and, strangely enough, acceptance. Ororo gives you a small smile, and Hank nods slightly in encouragement. Even Scott, whose jaw doesnât seem as tightly clenched as usual.
But itâs Logan you notice most. Heâs beside you, and though heâs looking at you, eye-crinkles on full display, the way his thigh nudges yours has heat running through your veins.
You sigh. âI mean... You said it yourself. Iâm wearing the suit, arenât I?â
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After the meeting wraps up, you walk in silence down the corridor. The rest of the team has faded into the background, dispersing into their respective spaces. Youâre still buzzing with the aftereffects of everythingâCharlesâs praise, the missionâs success, the quiet but undeniable acceptance you feel from the team now. But more than anything, youâre hyper-aware of Logan beside you.
Approaching your room, you reach out to open it, your fingers just grazing the handle when suddenly, a strong hand wraps around your wrist. Faster than you can react, he tugs you back, pulling you away from your room and straight into his.
The door slams shut behind you, and you barely have time to catch your breath before his lips are on yours. You gasp, your hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as he presses you up against the door, his body flush against yours.
"Loganâ" you manage to breathe out between kisses, but he cuts you off with another deep, hungry kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer.
Between kisses, Logan growls softly against your lips, "Iâve wanted to do this since you yelled at me and Summers on the street."
Your heart stumbles, your thoughts scrambling to keep pace with his words. His hands slide down your waist. âYou were standing there,â he murmurs, âso damn fierce, yelling at us like we deserved it.â He breaks the kiss for just a second, his eyes dark and intense as they lock onto yours. âAll I could think about was how much I wanted you.â
His eyes drop to your lips again, as if glued to them. Without waiting for your response, he presses his mouth to yours, this time with more force, more urgency. His hands roam your body, pulling you against him, and youâre powerless to do anything but kiss him back, your fingers tangling in his hair as the heat between you builds.
âI didnât know itâd get this bad,â he says, his lips brushing against your jaw as he moves down to your neck. âBut after everything? After seeing how strong you are... Fuck, youâre so sexy.â
Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined this. Loganâwanting you, aching for this since the very first moment he laid eyes on you. You break the kiss, your breath coming in quick gasps as you meet Logan's smouldering gaze. And with a small, teasing smile, you raise an eyebrow and whisper, "Let's do something about it, then."
Not giving him a chance to say anything back, you press your hands against his chest and give him a playful shove. He stumbles back a step, his lips curling into a smirkâa kind of cocky grinâas he watches you reach for the zipper of his suit.Â
Your fingers drift languidly, a subtle tease in every motion, and you revel in the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. His muscles ripple beneath the surface, and for a brief instant, you're startled by how stunning he looksâbattle-worn, scarred, and irresistibly handsome. âYou like what you see?â he teases.
You step closer, your hand splayed against his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin as you push him down onto the edge of the bed. âMaybe.â
He lands with a low grunt, his hands instinctively finding your thighs, his fingers trailing up and down as his eyes rake over you. "As hot as you look in this suit," His voice is thick with desire. "You'd look even better without it."
Heat rushes through you at the sound of his voice, your hands drift toward your suit's zipper. Tantalizingly, you begin to pull it down, revealing inch by inch of your skin as you unzip it. His eyes follow your movements, his breathing coming in short, ragged bursts.
You pause just before the fabric slides over your breasts and his hands grip your thighs tighter. Leaning down, your lips brush against his ear, "Patience, Logan."
He groans, "You're killing me here, darlin'."
At last, you pull the zipper down to the end, and with a soft sigh, the suit falls open, slipping from your shoulders and landing in a heap at your feet. His eyes darken, his lips parting slightly as he takes in the sight of you. Then, he inches closer, grabbing the egde of your underwear in his mouth, sliding it down your legs. Once heâs halfway down your thigh, he releases, the underwear dropping to the floor. His strong hands move grip the back of your thighs, hauling you up and onto his lap.Â
The moment your bare bodies press together, his lips crash into yours again, fingers digging into your ass, palming it as he pulls you against him, grinding your hips into his.
His lips move from your mouth to your neck, kissing a hot trail down your throat to your shoulders, his hands sliding up to your breasts. Cupping them, he kneads and plays with your nipples, causing you to arch into his touch, a breathy moan tumbling out of your lips.Â
Logan growls, and the sound reverberates through your entire body. The intensity of it makes your skin tingle, and you feel your pulse quicken as he squeezes your breasts harder, his mouth moving down to kiss anything he can reach.
You grind against him again, coating his cock with your own slick want. "Shit," he strains, leaning back a bit to give you more access. You canât stop, heâs so intoxicating, so addicting, and every time your clit goes over the ridges of his hardness, you lose yourself even further.
This continues for some time. The room filled with nothing but the sound of moaning and heavy breathing, as you work in tandem to bring pleasure to each other. Abruptly, you pull yourself off his lap, not missing the way his lips seems to chase after yours, letting your hands trail down his chest, your fingers brushing over the taut muscles of his stomach.
"Where you goin'?" he rumbles.Â
Wordlessly, you drop to your knees, your grip coming to rest on his thighs. His chest heaves as he stares down at youâpeering up at him through your lashesârealizing whatâs about to happen.
His hands grip the edge of the bed, knuckles turning white. Your hands slide up his thighs, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palms as you move closer, lips brushing against his hard cock. There's a wicked glint in your eyes as you lean in, looking ready to take him in your mouth, but instead, you move to his inner thigh, peppering it in quick little kisses.Â
âCâmon, donât tease,â he breathes out. Heâs so hard, itâs almost painful.Â
Grabbing him in your hand, you stroke him up and down in slow motions, running your thumb over his leaking, angry tip. He jerks, a fresh cascade of curses tumbling from his mouth.Â
âYouâre just so cute, though,â you say, before taking him in your mouth, taking him all the way in one motion.
âHolyââ, he starts, but interrupts himself with his own whine, hips bucking involuntarily.Â
Looking up, you catch his gaze. His eyes are dark with desire, pupils blown wide. A flush spreads across his cheeks and down his neck. You hum in satisfaction, sending vibrations through him, and start to bob your head, up and down.Â
Saliva begins to pool at the edges of your mouth as you gag a little. Heâs so big. You pull him out of your mouth, licking his shaft bottom to tip, swirling your tongue around the most sensitive spot, before sucking on it. One hand moves to cup his balls, while the other begins jerking him up and down, with your mouth still around his tip.Â
That gets him.Â
You can tell heâs about to finish, and oh, do you want him to. You want to feel him empty in your throat, you want to see him lose it completely. "Wait," he gasps, tapping the top of your head, signalling for your attention. "I want... I need..."
Releasing him with a soft pop, your lips glisten, and you purr seductively. "What do you need?"Â
He pulls you up onto the bed, strong arms encircling your waist. His scent surrounds youâmusk and pine and something uniquely him. You inhale deeply, letting it fill your lungs.Â
"You," he breathes, his lips brushing your ear. "I need you."
Arching into him, you nip at his lower lip. "Then take me," you sigh out. His lips collide with yours again, and your mouth opens involuntarily, his tongue sliding in and tasting youâtasting himself.Â
Moaning, you shuffle higher onto the bed, until he hits the back frame, and you crawl on top of him. At this point, you can barely breathe, the need, the want for him so strong your senses are clouded.Â
And youâre not alone. Under you, Logan is a wreck. His head falls back against the bed frame, the veins in his neck standing out as he grits his teeth, trying to steady his breathing
âFuck,â he rasps, the word barely more than a strained exhale. You grab his dick and position yourself above him. Then, you slowly begin to drop down, sucking him in easily, like he was made for you. Â
âOh my god,â you whimper. He feels so good. Heâs filling you up to the brim and when you finally sit down, taking him all the way to the hilt, you swear you could finish right then and there. His nose is nuzzles into the crook of your neck, hot breath fanning your collarbone, inhaling and practically drooling at your scent. âIs this what you wanted to do when we were sparring?â
All he can do is groan. Itâs like heâs growing inside you in response to your words, and itâs so fucking hot. His hands find your thighs again, rubbing and squeezing them, as you adjust to his size for a moment, and he looks up at you. âYou have no idea. Fuckâwe shoulda done this last night," he grunts breathlessly, "Would have put you right to sleep."
You canât even think of anything to say back verbally, rather, you just begin to move, lifting yourself right to the tip, and then slamming back down. He feels you clench around him as his cock reaches that deep part within you at the perfect angle. Positioning himself, he meets you halfway, beginning to thrust up into you.
The sound it elicits from you is lethal.Â
He wonât last long if this continues. The sight of you on top of him, tits bouncingâit's too much.Â
So, when he leans in to kiss you again, he rolls the two of you around, caging you under him. Heâs still inside you, you think, but that thought quickly gets wiped out like the rest of them once he starts moving, stretching you out more and more. Heâs filling you up so well. Your arms fly out, hands searching for something to grab to ground yourself.Â
âYou feel so good, darlinâ,â he pants above you. âSo wet and warm for me.â
His relentless pounding leaves you babbling incoherently. One of his arms move down to your waist, then his fingers begin trailing across your hip, toward your aching pussy, to find your clit, and holy shit.Â
Your mind goes blank.Â
His skin against yours, his thumb rubbing against that spot, his lips on your neck, it does the trick, and you feel yourself teetering closer to the edge. âIâmâIâm gonnaââ you start, but he cuts you off, swallowing you whole.
âDo it,â he says between kisses. âcome for me.â
And you do.Â
With a loud moan, your fingers find the bedsheets, clutching them tightly as you reach your peak, clamping around him.
âFuck,â he hisses, âkeep clenchinâ, keep goinâ â
His thrusts begin to get sloppy, losing his pacing. The hand that was down at your core moves up and squeezes your tits, so large that he can grab both in just the one. He grinds himself deeper into you, and with one last snap of his hips, you feel it.
Logan moans, dipping his head into your cleavage as he releases himself into you fully. Then, he collapses onto you, dropping his whole body weight onto yours.Â
If heâs too heavy for you, you donât say anythingâtoo caught up in the moment to care. His forehead rests on your sternum, breathing slowing as he catches his breath. For a few beats, neither of you speak, but he starts to press sweet, gentle kisses in the valley between your breasts.Â
After a minute, he shifts, lifting his weight off you and sitting up slightly, looking down at you. His hand brushes over your cheek, wiping away some stray strands of hair that have fallen across your face. He gets up from the bed, padding quietly into the bathroom.Â
You hear the sound of water running, and moments later, he returns with a damp towel in hand. Thereâs no hesitation in his movements as he gently begins to clean you up. âDoing alright?â he asks, wiping away the sweat and evidence of your time together.
âYeah,â you reply softly, feeling a smile tug at the corners of your lips. âIâm good.â
He doesnât say much as he finishes, tossing the towel aside before climbing back into bed. This time, he pulls you into his arms.Â
His chin rests lightly on the top of your head, and then he says, âIâm proud of you.â The words are filled will sincerity. âAnd... Iâm happy youâre stayinâ with us.â
You turn your head, looking up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips.
âWell, you showed me you can actually fight without destroying everything in your path,â you tease, raising an eyebrow as you run your hand lightly down his arm. âKeep that up, and I might just stick around forever.â
Logan grins, the kind that makes his eyes crinkle at the edges, just how you like it. âThat right?â he murmurs lowly.
He leans in close, pressing a quick kiss to your temple, before adding in a hushed, almost playful tone, âWell, then maybe youâll be mine forever too.â
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STRAWBERRY LOLLY
PAIRING shy nerd!sunghoon x confident fem!reader | wc: 1.5k
WARNINGS vague smut, miniskirt agenda (duh), sunghoon is a perv and he got it bad, dom!sunghoon
However, one aspect that stands out on this particular day is the sugary rock between the lips he loves so much. God, Sunghoon practically busts at the sight.
NOTES hi first post kinda nervy
PARK SUNGHOON has the hots for you.
It has only been a few months since heâs known of you. And itâs not enough time to build the courage to approach you.
What can he say?
You look unfathomable. Something so unreachable. Especially for someone like him.
He sits far across the room as the professor rambles on, stealing glances, wondering if youâll notice him one day. It was hard to keep his mind at bay, to prevent walking up to you. He knew that he would ramble and mess it all up. Or stutter while attempting to acquaint himself with you.
He realized that admiring from afar was the best solution to the issue at hand. And it proved to be a good one.
That is, until it became unbearable. More specifically, sinful. And today is one where it seems God is testing him.
You return to the classroom and Sunghoon automatically straightens his postureâ his doodling on the notebook gone astray.
Youâre sporting the same mini skirt he loves so much and those legs are perfectly on display for everyone to see. Itâs definitely not because theyâre so short your panties practically peek out without having to look under.
He doesnât know how you do it. How you claim attention to any room you walk in. Heads automatically turn in your direction the second you step foot into it. But you play dumb, acting as if the people in the room donât automatically moan at the sight of you.
And whether itâs the perfect posture or the pearly smile you showcase, youâre far out of reach for the quiet, stereotypical glasses-wearing nerd, whose favorite class is calculus. And itâs most definitely because youâre in this class too.
However, one aspect that stands out on this particular day is the sugary rock between the lips he loves so much.
God, Sunghoon practically busts at the sight.
The glassy ball between your lips that you occasionally run your tongue along has him losing all composure. Youâre innocently conversing with your classmate beside you, innocently grazing the tip of the red lollipop against your bottom lip, and innocently putting it back into your mouth in one motion. Your cheeks hollow, and he salivates at you sucking on the sticky candy. He knows heâs far away, yet believes his eyesight couldnât be any clearer.
His leg starts to mindlessly shake once scenarios run wild, and one point he makes clear to himself is that the flavor is strawberry. It fits you perfectly, he thinks. The strawberry lollipop tints your lips a fitting scarlet shade, the gloss resembling honey as you continue to edge him beyond belief with the repetition of your ministrations.
But as he continues to gawk from across the room, your orbs shoot directly into his.
Itâs so sudden that he moves to deter from your glare at all costs and reverts back to random doodling. Sweat dribbles down alongside his temple because your sharp eyes contain purpose behind them, and he prays that the purpose isnât him.
Youâre definitely going to call him out for being a creep if anything.
But a tap on his shoulder forces him to address the siren in heels behind him, and as he turns, Sunghoon can hardly meet your inviting eyes.
And just like taking a breath, your syrupy voice addresses him for the first time. He wonders if you feel an ounce of what heâs feeling at the moment.
Surely not, because you act as if youâve known him your whole life.
âHey Hoonie, can I talk to you for a second?â you infer with your hands pressed against the edge of his desk. And itâs proving impossible to look straight into your eyes, even more at your tits pressed together, spilling out of your top.
âShoot,â he mentally applauses himself for a collective response.
âI need a tutor,â you frown, and all he thinks about is how your face would look when you cum.
âIâm on the verge of failing, and I know youâre about to check off a hundred percent in the class.â
âYeah o-of course. I have to make sure my scheduleâs open first.â
âGreat! My place or your place?â you bat your lashes innocently.
Sunghoon swears if you do one more thing, heâll cum in his pants right then and there. Thereâs not much more he can take. âAnywhere is fine. I gotta go though. We can discuss the details in class tomorrow.â
Youâre giggling at his shyness, quick to follow his scurrying around the desk. âOr we can keep talking since I like talking to you so much.â
Youâve got him staring like a deer in headlights, âYou do?â
âDo you?â you inquire while also wondering when heâll drop the shy act.
An opportunity like this most likely wonât ever happen again. And the countless times Jake has called him a pussy for not shooting his shot only motivates him that much more. âWhy are you asking questions you already know the answer to?â
âMaybe because I enjoy hearing answers I like,â you raise a brow at his sudden confidence, but your interest is showcased through the closing proximity between the two of you with each word that escapes your throat.
Sunghoon notices the glint of surprise in your eyes when you realize he wasnât going to cower backwards.
His thoughts, on the other hand, were the complete opposite of his cowardly actions. In fact, he wonders howâd you react if he kissed you until your lips were bruised. Or if you liked it if he wrapped his entire hand full of your hair and tugged âtil his heartâs content.
But in the end, your answer has him speechless, and you fully grin at that. âLet me know the answer to mine when you get the chance.â
Youâre turning around to leave the shaky boy alone, but something catches your wrist.
âTomorrow. Eight p.m., my place,â heâs breathing pattern quickens and he thickly gulps as he awaits your response.
And you giggle at his eagerness. âCanât wait.â
And thatâs how you ended up at his place the following night. Sunghoon had successfully helped complete a total of five questions before your hand slithered up his thigh and the subject of derivatives flew out the window.
To be honest, he doesnât care he gave in so fast.
Heâs so easy. So easy for you.
And you knew that. You took advantage of how he averted your gaze at all costs, yet you could still feel the heat of his stare when you looked away. Usually preferring men who are more dominant and masculine in and out of the bedroom, you took this as a challenge to stray out of your comfort zone.
You couldnât lie though, Sunghoonâs awkward mannerisms are awfully cute. A bonus was he wasnât hard on the eyes either. Your friends often scolded you for wanting to pursue him, but you ignored their incessant warnings.
And when you made due of your promise, you were surprised at how he was able to get a few words out.
What was even more surprising was the night that followed.
âFuckâmnph!â your moans are muffled into the pillow as Sunghoon plows into your sopping cunt from behind. His palm envelops the entirety of your nape, pushing your head harder with each thrust. Your entire spine buzzes with pleasure, and his fingers digging into your neck only heighten the feeling.
âThis is for underestimating me,â he seethes. You wish you were facing him to see his darkened persona.
âI w-w,â you barely get out.
âYou what?â his hoarse voice mixes with a groan at your velvety walls sucking him like a vice.
âI-I wish I c-could take a pict-ture,â Sunghoonâs fingers press deeper with each word that escapes your throat, and you giggle. Youâd never imagine the loser in class could get you pussy drunk.
âGo ahead,â he seethes before pulling out and flipping you over to your back.
âWha-â you canât even finish the word before heâs roughly thrusting into your pussy in one motion and continuing with the same pace.
âHoon! Fuck,â youâre under his spell while the bed frame rhythmically knocks against the wall.
âI should take a picture of you like this,â he turns your slack jaw so you are able to look at him.
He chuckles once his eyes make contact with your hooded ones. âWith drool and tears decorating your face while I use you as a cock-sleeve.â
Your fists ball as the drag of his cock overwhelms you. âSo full,â you moan, and he rewards your comment with another harsh snap of his hips.
âRemember,â Sunghoon sets your calves against his shoulder and leans down against your ear. It feels unworldly, his cock pushing deeper and rougher into your cervix.
âRemember who makes you feel this way,â he whispers.
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summary: your stunt-driver pulled out the day before the shoot, good thing you're dating an f1 driver.
pairing: lando norris x fem! singer! reader
a/n: I, like everyone else, was convinced he'd be in the music video, but alas, no. so here's this to hopefully make up for that :)
kind of smut so 18+
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âFuck,â you groaned, flinging yourself onto your bed.Â
âYou alright baby?â Lando asked, putting his phone down and looking at you. He very much appreciated the sight in front of him, his girlfriend in nothing but tiny sleep shorts and an old quadrant hoodie. He smiled as you crawled into bed with him.Â
âThe stunt driver for the shoot tomorrow just cancelled,â you frowned, cuddling up to his side. âWeâll have to reschedule, so then the release date of the song will be pushed back, and the release of the tour dates, and-â
âI can do it,â he offered.Â
You snapped your head to look at him. âSeriously?â
âYeah,â he shrugged. âWhat kind of car is it?â
âA McLaren,â you nodded and he smiled. âThis is genius, and we donât even have to show your face so it wonât reveal anything-â
âWe could show my face and just tell people weâre together,â he shrugged, pulling you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. âIt has been 2 years, and this song is about me,â he smirked.Â
You rolled your eyes but nodded all the same. âI have an idea! Let me call the director!â you smiled, jumping off his lap as he frowned at the loss of contact. You quickly ran into your office to start making plans for the next day, excited at your new idea.Â
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You had entirely rewritten the script for the video, but everyone was much more into the new version, so no one was that upset. Also, everyone was ecstatic that youâd finally decided to include Lando in a video, finally showing the public that you two were together.Â
The first scene you two had to film was in the car dealership where you were buying a McLaren. You were wearing a simple but pretty dress with a black leather racing jacket. You caught Landoâs eye as he was reading over the script and he smirked, smacking your ass as you went by. You chuckled and hit his hand back, effectively shooing him away so you could get to your spot.
When you got to your spot, the cameras rolled and the director shouted action, and off you went.Â
âSo whatâre you looking for?â Max F, the âactorâ playing the car salesman, smirked. Yes, youâd gotten Max in on it too.
âSomething fast.âÂ
The camera flashed between the two of you, then to the orange McLaren behind you.Â
âIâll need a test drive,â you smirked, and the camera panned to Lando, clad in a beautiful purple and orange racing suit tied around his waist, a shirt with the car dealerships logo on it, and a smirk on his face. He jingled the keys and the intro to the song started playing, then they cut.Â
âPerfect!â Kyle, the director, shouted. âWeâll get it from a few more angles, then move on.â
Next was a shot of the two of you in the car, Lando wearing sunglasses as he drove through the LA streets as you lip synced to the first verse of the song, the angles changing every few words. After shooting that a couple of times, you two got a break.Â
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âYou look fucking incredible,â he muttered, pressing kiss after kiss along your next as you two sat in your trailer. âSo fucking sexy.â
You chuckled,slightly pushing him off of you. âCalm down, Megan will kill me if I have any more âaccidentsâ to cover up.â
He shook his head, watching you as you got up. âYouâre so beautiful,â he smiled. âSo smart too.â
âWell, thank you baby,â you smiled. âReady to take your shirt off?âÂ
He chuckled. âOh yeah.â
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The next scene was pretty risque, it was the two of you in a motel bed âmaking outâ as you sang the chorus, his â2 handsâ all over you. On top of that, his hands were covered in lipstick kisses as well as the majority of his neck and chest, which you happily did. Youâd both gone through a costume change, now you were wearing a black lacy bra and he was wearing no shirt, the both of you looking stunning (and slightly funny considering the fact that you were both just wearing sweats under the covers).Â
âT-5 to action,â Kyle shouted, counting you two in.Â
He pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck as you lip-synced the song to the camera over his shoulder, a sultry look in your eyes as you embodied the lyrics, grinding down on him slightly. After shooting it from a few different angles, you and the team called it a day, ready to come back tomorrow and finish it up.Â
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Lando all but threw you on the bed when you got home that night, insatiable after a day of being teased.Â
You giggled as he pulled your pants off, pressing kisses up your legs as he unclothed himself, muttering the whole way up to your lips. âSo fuckinâ perfect baby,â he grunted. âTeasinâ me all day,â he bit into your shoulder and you moaned, making him smirk. âSuch a bad girl.â
âYou love it,â you smirked, wrapping your hands around his forearms and flipping the position so that you were straddling him, holding his arms to the bed. âYou fucking loved it today.â
âDamn right I did,â he smirked. You let go of his hands to pull off your final item of clothing (your shirt) and his hands immediately went to caressing your thighs. His eyes grew wide as he watched you pull your shirt off, and you knew it would be a long night, but you werenât complaining.Â
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When you got to set the next day, you had an apologetic look on your face as Megan frowned, seeing the next hickeys on your neck.
âIs he a fucking vampire or something?â she scoffed, getting to work on covering them up.Â
âYâknow what, donât cover them,â Kyle interjected. âIt makes sense with the video for her to have them.â
âThanks Kyle,â Lando smiled, feeling like he was on his side. You laughed when Kyle rolled his eyes at him.Â
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The next scene was just shots of the car driving through the LA streets, which Lando perfectly executed. He seemed to really be enjoying himself and the shots of the car were perfect, so you moved on to the next scene, which was you two at a gas station, dancing to the song as you lip-synced. It wasnât difficult choreography by any means (Or else Lando wouldnât have been able to do it), but it was a bit raunchy. Mostly just you dancing on his as he smirked or you pulling him closer and almost kissing him, but then just turning back to the camera and singing the next lyric. You were wearing the car dealership shirt with tiny shorts, and he was wearing a new collection quadrant hoodie and a pair of black jeans.Â
You watched as he looked you up and down while everyone else was resetting the shot to film again because Lando ended up laughing.Â
âLike what you see?â you smirked.Â
âMore than you know,â he smiled, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss was hot and heavy with a promise of something more beneath, it made you excited for the rest of the day.Â
After refilming that a couple of times, you moved onto one of the last shots of the video, you just lip-syncing the words as you sat on top of the car, Lando in various different positions. One of him pumping the gas, one of him opening the door for you, one of him in the driver's seat, one of him beside you on the hood of the car, another of the two of you making out against the door. Moving on from that, Lando went off to film some more of the car scene while you stayed back and filmed the dance break of the song. Those were the last things that needed filming, so you all wrapped up and thanked the crew, going back home after a gruelling day to get fucked by your hot boyfriend.Â
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The video came out and fans went wild. They edited it, they started fanpages, they stalked your socials, and everything in between. You both decided to make a post.
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jerk.
because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate.
a/n: wooooooohhhhh i love soulmate aus so much omg
pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader
part two. part three.
Youâve known he was your soulmate from the first day at U.A.Â
When heâd bumped into you, steaming with anger in that way he regularly was and had spat at you; âmove it, extra, or iâll make youâ â and youâd known then because those were the words written across you hip since youâd turn five and it had manifested with your quirk.
Because that was how the world was. Nowadays, it was odd to find someone without a quirk and even harder to find someone without a soulmate and youâd grown up your whole life having those awful words written on your skin. Had grown up knowing that for whatever reason, the soulmate youâd been given didnât say warm, intimate words to you or even just simply generic words. Your friends had always had such nice sentences from their soulmates, with pretty words or a happy greeting.
And in yours youâd been called an extra.
Whatever the hell that meant.
Youâve never been excited to meet your soulmate. Not once. Not when you were five, or eight or twelve or when you started noticing people in a way you hadnât before, more romantically. Not when you started maturing and growing up. Those words glared at you every time you stared at them and you didnât want a single thing to do with your soulmate.
Not ever.
That is only doubled when you realize who your soulmate is. Maybe there was always a small part of you that hoped the words were misunderstood; youâd make scenarios up in your head about how those words could be teasing or even just a misunderstanding.Â
When theyâre spat at you by an intimidating blonde man that looks like thereâs actual steam pouring from his ears, with piercing red eyes that cut into you like youâd done some horrible thing to deserve his anger⌠you understand then that they werenât teasing and they arenât a misunderstanding. Theyâre cruel and theyâre mean and dismissive and hurtful and every horrible thing piled together by a man who is even worse beyond just his first words to you.
So you make it your goal that he never finds out youâre his soulmate in return.
You avoid him. Desperately. Youâre barely a person in his own head so it isnât all that hard to do. Even as the rest of the class grows closer and bonds, it seems Bakugou is just as content to ignore everyone else as you are to be ignored by him. Sure, some worm their way into his heart, like Kirishima or Midoriya and Shoto, but nobody else really seemed to matter. At least, you didnât. You had the same friends, you were in the same class, and eventually, you ended up sleeping in the same building.Â
You saw him everyday. You ate in the same kitchen and relaxed in the same living room. You trained in the same gym and overall, were consistently near each other. But you didnât speak to him and heâd never tried to speak to you after that first day. Months pass and it continues on this way and youâre sure he doesnât even know what your name is.
Or that you really even exist.
And youâre happy with that.
Content.
Because while the idea of a soulmate was romantic and heartwarming and something you dreamed about, him being your soulmate sounds horrible.
And it was best he just never even knew.
He was so focused on becoming number one, youâre not sure he even cares about finding his.Â
Which is fine. Works better for you in the end.
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âY/L/N and Bakugou. You two are teamed up for combat practice today.â
You freeze at Aizawa-senseiâs words, body tensing as your eyes instantly shoot towards Bakugou. Heâs already looking at you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he lets his eyes drag across you; itâs clear heâs assessing you. Maybe trying to remember your name or if heâs ever seen you before.
It wouldnât surprise you if he was.
Somehow, in all your months of being in the same class as Bakugou, youâve never once been partnered up with him for anything. You think once you may have been put in a group with him, but that was with several others so it'd been easy enough to avoid him.
One on one though? That was going to be harder.
Way harder.
âGood luck,â Mina calls from beside you, squeezing your shoulder before she moves to meet up with her partner; it looks like sheâd gotten Jirou. Lucky.Â
Watching everyone else disperse tells you that you canât just stand there like an idiot anymore. You take a deep breath, ignoring the nerves that course through you as you make your way over to Bakugou. As you make contact with him again, you realize heâs not moving; obviously he expects you to come to him.
Jerk.
When you reach him, the two of you just stare at each other and since youâre certainly not going to speak first, thereâs a moment of awkward silence before Bakugou grunts; âready?â
You nod and he isnât confused by your silence so the two of you walk off to an open area in the gym. He stands across from you, gives you a look and then is racing towards you. Youâre not sure why Aizawa-sensei teams you up with Bakugou because your quirks definitely donât mesh well together and itâs clear Bakugou is stronger, but youâre able to hold up well enough on your own.
You even manage to land a hit on Bakugou once that clearly surprises him and you take it as a win.
And a little payback for being such an ass.
Then, when the class is over and youâve promptly been knocked on your ass in return, youâre surprised to see a hand stretched out in front of you, invitingly. You blink, eyes drifting upwards only to meet Bakugouâs as he stares down at you. Heâs not smiling and he doesnât look all that friendly, but he nods his head in recognition.
âGood job.â
The words are such a shock your brain short circuits for a minute. Not only are the words the nicest thing youâve ever heard Bakugou say (which is saying a lot) but his voice wasnât gruff or aggressive like it normally isâit was⌠soft, almost? Maybe not soft but⌠normal. Just⌠calm.
Your heart is lurching at the sound before you even realize and then youâre pushing yourself up to your feet, basically smacking his hand out of the way and running out of the room without another word.
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After that, Bakugou doesnât seem to leave you alone.
Heâs everywhere.
And not everywhere in the way he had been before. Heâs not there in passing or just across the room from you, heâs asking to train with you or deliberately making sure heâs the only one left for you to partner with. He seems to always be in the kitchen when you want to eat or in the living room when you want to vedge after a long day.
Heâs constantly there.
Not to mention, gone are his glares or looks of indifference. Heâs always looking at you, making sure you know he knows youâre there; even if the two of you are in class or with a group of classmates. He makes note of acknowledging you. The others seem to notice too because the girls start asking what you did to get Bakugouâs attention and you promptly tell them you have no idea.
Of course, they donât know Bakugouâs your soulmate so they donât really get the scope of your panic. And itâs not that you donât trust them, especially after all youâd been through as a class, but more because the less that knew, the less likely Bakugou was to know.
But now? Now it was getting hard to avoid him and it was even harder not to say something without it looking obvious why you werenât.
You were promptly fucked.
You are able to stall it for all of two weeks before youâre cornered by Bakugou.
âDo you think Iâm stupid?â
Your wide eyes fall on him, not only shocked by his presence but panicked by his words because there were few things a sentence like that could mean.Â
A quick glance around tells you thereâs no way to get past him without Bakugou being able to block him and since it had already been made clear that he was in fact stronger than you, you knew there was no escape. Everyone else was gone since youâd snuck out of training to grab a bite to eat and it seemed like Bakugou had snuck out the same to follow you.
So yeah, you were screwed.
Bakugou lets out a huff at your silence and he takes another step towards you, further crowding you and you swallow thickly when he steps into your personal space. You move to walk back but then your back is pressing against the wall of the kitchen and Bakugou is completely shrouding you, it's hard to look anywhere but at him.
âDo you think I donât know why you wonât speak to me?â
Inhaling sharply, you turn your head to the right, determined to avoid his steely red eyes that feel like theyâre piercing into your very soul. You focus on the handle to the cupboard to your right and try to ignore the growl he lets out in response.
He takes another step forward and suddenly heâs inches apart, close enough you can feel his breath drift across your skin, warm to the touch.
âIt wasnât hard to figure out after you ran from me that day when we were partnered up,â Bakugou continues. âEspecially when I started to realize youâve never talked to me. And then? Avoiding me for the last two weeks? Itâs not hard to figure out.â
You halt, freezing, waiting for the wordsâ
âYouâre my soulmate.â
You refuse to look at him. You wonât look at him.Â
Maybe if you just ignore him, heâll go away. Heâll just⌠leave. He doesnât like being ignored, that much youâve gathered and so if you just refuse toâ
Suddenly his hands are on your arms and his chest is against yours and heâs way too close. âHey,â he huffs, âlook at me.â
You donât listen. Even as you tense beneath his grip, you refuse to do anything, to give him any sort of reaction. If you give him a reaction, heâll get what he wants. And youâre not thinking straight. You need to just wait, wait until heâs bored and then you can thinkâfigure this out because surelyâ
âY/L/N,â he calls and youâre surprised he even knows your name, âlook at me. Hey. Iâm right, arenât I? Why else wouldn't you fucking looking at me.â You continue to remain silent and Bakugou lets out a low growl. âFucks sake. Iâm not leaving until you say something so you might as wellââ
ââIâm not saying anything to you because youâre a jerk!â
Well, that certainly couldâve gone better.
The words leave your lips before you even realize youâve said them. The second youâre done, your chest is heaving and you finally turn your head, eyes snapping to Bakugouâs, fearing his reaction at your rather blunt and rude words.
But, a second later, instead of being angry like youâd expected, Bakugou starts⌠laughing.
Youâre not sure youâve ever seen the boy laugh, certainly not that genuinely. His lips are parted and his eyes have squeezed shut and the laugh that leaves his lips is pure and genuine and loud and itâs so unlike anything youâve ever heard from him youâre stunned stupid as you stare back at him with your lips left parted, jaw slacked.
As his laughter fades, Bakugou meets your gaze.
âIâve been waiting to hear those words for years,â he starts, still smilingâactually smiling this time. Not a smirk. But an affectionate grin. âWasnât sure what I did to deserve those words, but it seems fitting.â
Blinking, once, twice, you sputter, snapped out of your stupor. âIâI⌠You jerk!â
âI think weâve established that already, babe.â
You barely even notice the nickname. If it wasnât for the way your heart races at the sound, youâre sure your stupefied mind wouldnât have caught it because seriously, what the hell?
âYou⌠this is exactly why I didnât want to say anything!â You cry out, not sure if youâre defending yourself for him or more for yourself. Why are you even defending yourself? And what against? âYouâre insufferable. And rude. And cocky. And a jerk.â
Bakugou just snorts. âWhat are your words?â He asks, smile fading slightly as his expression turns more serious; almost solemn. Regretful. âMustâve been bad if you had to avoid me.â
Youâre surprised by the guilt in his tone, but it gives you the confidence to answer. ââMove it, extra, or Iâll make youâ,â you mumble, fiddling with your hands. âYou said it the first day we started here at U.A.â
âShit,â Bakugou curses, running a hand through his hair. âSo youâve been avoiding me for months?â
Your eyes flick to his before lowering and that gives him his answer.
He shifts. âL-Listen⌠uh, sorry about⌠about cornering you like this.â
Blinking, you tilt your head up. Youâre shocked to see a red tinge to his cheeks.Â
âI just needed to know,â he finishes explaining. âAnd Iâm sorry about that shit I said to you. My soulmate doesnât deserve that crap but I canât take it back, so Iâll just make sure I make up for it.â
Youâre positive now that youâre hallucinating this whole thing.
âWhat?â
He blinks down at you at your screech before smirking.
âWell, I mean, as we get to know each other,â he says, like itâs obvious. âIâm shit with words but Iâll try for you. I'm good with showing though,â and he looks a little too pleased with himself.
But you can barely focus on the very blatant meaning of his words, you're still trying to catch up. âYouâŚâ and you hesitate, not sure if youâre hearing this correctly. âYou want to get to know me?â
And he looks at you like youâre dumb.
âDuh,â he shrugs, âyouâre my soulmate.â
âWhat about being number one?â
âWhat about it?â he argues, shaking his head. âThatâll still happen. You think I canât do that while also dating you?â
Your eyes widen; âdating?â
âYeah,â he says, again like youâre dumb. He takes a step towards you, once again closing the gap between you and his hands falling on your waist, pulling a gasp from your lips at the touch that causes him to smirk, as if proud. âYouâre my soulmate. Of course weâre going to date.â
âI barely know you!â
âThatâs why weâll get to know each other.â
You just stare up at him.
âYou really are insufferable,â is what you manage to say in the end, exasperated. Your shoulders fall and your body sags but you donât pull away from his touch and even if youâre not fully aware of it, youâre pretty sure you end up leaning into him.
âYouâll learn to love it,â he shrugs, still grinning. âNow, letâs go back to training. We need to work on your defense.â
Blinking, you turn to him as he shifts the both of you, guiding you forwards. âHey!â
âWhat,â he shrugs down at you. âItâs true. You were barely able to block my hits when we fought.â
You canât find the words to say so you simply let him lead you along, trying to ignore the way his hands make your skin tingle and your heart race. Or, really, the way that despite everything, you really donât mind.
If anything, you actually like it.
Fuckâhe really is a jerk.
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Wow I can't believe I woke up in time so I can have the delightful experience of going waste my time with service canada. It will be great.
#it's a walking distance but like just the concept that someone is fucking sick and absolutely no one#no fucking body could help at all because I currently don't have much of a social circle#i mean the only person helping me is also struggling with the same shit#so we're just equally pissed while none can do anything to progress with their own situation#it seems to be kind of common in quebec to have that kind of situation#i moved in montreal actually to reduce how often and actually have accessibility#but to make in context#if i would have stayed in a rural place in my own context I'd be dead by now and that's a fact#i don't know if every other province are like this but the idea we give that we are such a progressive country stop existing#with simple things like not being able to drive and if you have any kind of disability that could be easily accomodable well fuck it#they will just leave you in your own shit while giving a fake sympathetic apology and this is exactly why i want to slug canadians more than#americans in general#i mean if usamericans have something over Canadians in every circumstance is that they're genuine to an extend#being genuine and honest is probably the least canadian thing someone can do#instead they recognize your problems if they see them pretend things will change only to make the problem worse in a subtle way and#expect you to die in the meantime (no it's not an exaggeration eugenics are very fundamental in this culture)#probably more than in america actually#it's weird how Canadian culture rest upon only two things and it's eugenics and colonial elitism#and yet it passes for the most progressive country because we don't shoot all sort of marginalizable people on sight#but do we do anything to help them#the answer#is#also#no#also our healthcare is a fucking scam
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James and Sirius and Remus and Lily and *takes a dramatic breath* you?
this one's for you @enamoredwithbella, thanks for sorting this idea out with me @unstablereader
poly!Marauders + Lily x shy!reader who is so smitten with them
pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4 // pt 5
CW: fem!reader, reader has hair long enough to be played with, reader is in Hufflepuff, swearing, consent because it's sexy AF
This was obviously a bad idea.
Youâre not even sure how your friends managed to convince you to attend the Gryffindor party, but you swore to every deity it would never happen again.
There were too many people (most of whom youâd never spoken to before), it was too loud (songs you didnât particularly care for), and the fifteenth time someone bumped into you nearly sent you over the edge.
âWhoa there, sweetheart.â A low voice commented as an arm quickly righted you from your nearly horizontal position. âYâalright?â
You looked up to see the face of none other than Gryffindor quidditch captain James Potter beaming down at you.
You were ashamed of yourself for the way that smile made you feel.
âErm, yup! Thanks.â You squeaked, quickly freeing yourself from Jamesâ grasp so fast that you nearly knocked someone else over in your attempt at creating distance between you and the Headboy.
It wasnât that you didnât like James. On the contrary; you were rather smitten with him.
Him and his partners - which was nothing short of dense in simple terms.
But you couldnât help the way you blushed when he held the doors open for you as you walked into classes, or the friendly smile and wave heâd shoot at you when he saw you on Prefect rounds.Â
You sort of wished heâd stop being so bloody nice to you; maybe then youâd be able to get over this crush that was never going to amount to anything.
But James was taken; three times over.Â
And what a sodding group they were.
Heart Throb of Hogwarts⢠Sirius Black in his effortless style, his devil may care attitude, and his insatiable flirting. Being noticed by Sirius felt like your favourite rockstar singing a song written just for you.Â
And donât even get you started on the enigma that is Remus Lupin; the Cassanova of Gryffindor tower. Everyone in your year (and likely the years below you) had at some point or another crushed hard on the quiet Marauder; but it really couldnât be helped. He was tall, he was handsome, he was kind, and though he was far more quiet than his counterparts, the quips he shared with you never ceased to reduce you to a fit of laughter.
And gods, was Lily Evans ever beautiful. She was the total package; she was funny, outgoing, smart, and stunning. Looking at her even now with her long auburn hair as she threw her head back in laughter; so open and care free in her actions. You werenât sure if you wanted to be her or being underneath-
No.
No. That was not a nice thing to think about someone who was in a committed relationship.
You let out a sigh as you zoned back into the fact that James still had one of his hands on your elbow and was smiling curiously at you.Â
âThanks for the save! I really owe you one.â You chuckled awkwardly and nearly took out one of the Prewett twins in your haste to leave Potterâs vicinity.Â
Unfortunately, trouble seemed to be following you.
And by trouble, you meant Sirius Black.
âDamn, Hufflepuff!â He cheered as he moved a sultry gaze up and down your body appreciatively. âGive us a spin, dollface.â
You felt all the blood in your body migrate to your cheeks as you fought to keep your mouth from falling open.
Lily, the beautiful angel (or the evil temptress, depending on how you looked at it), swatted at Sirius from her perch on the arm of the chair her boyfriend was currently occupying.
âDown boy; youâre going to scare her away.â She teased with a smirk as she winked at you.Â
You felt momentarily grateful for her.
And then she spoke again.
âThen none of us will get to look at her.â
Fucking Helga, was it hot in here? They needed to open more windows; preferably one you could launch yourself out of right now, thank you very much.Â
âThatâd be such a shame, really. Sorry doll, you donât gotta spin - no one else here deserves to appreciate such a view.â
âOkay.â You squeaked and turned in search of your friends.
You know what? Fuck your friends; you were leaving with or without them.Â
They werenâtâŚ.flirting with you, were they?
Surely not.
Of course not.
What a ridiculous thing to think.
ButâŚit certainly felt like they were flirting with you.
Maybe one more glance?
Just as you were about to approach the portrait hole, you turned for one more look at the objects of your affection and your current tormentors and - yup, sure enough - Sirius, Lily, and now James were all standing there smiling at you.
They were watching you leave?!
Okay time to go, that is enough nonsense for one day.Â
You spun and collided with something tall and solid which thankfully caught your arms as you all but ricocheted off of them.
âHey there, dove. Whereâre you headed in such a hurry?â
Please for the love of gods, donât tell meâŚ
But of course, you looked up to see the face of one Remus Fucking Lupin smirking down at you.Â
âYou lot are everywhere.â You whispered in awe. The bastard only chuckled in response.
âCome on you guys! Weâre going to start a game of truth or dare!â Lily called over toâŚyou (?) and Remus.
âWell, we wouldnât want to miss that, would we?â Remus murmured lowly into your ear as he steered you towards the growing circle congregating around the various chairs and sofas littering the common room.
And listen, youâre not particularly proud that you were so placid in Remusâ man handling you.
But in your defenceâŚ
In your defence, Remus was man handling you.Â
And to your absolute horror, he plopped you down beside Lily on a large chair that was not quite large enough for two people.Â
You tried to swallow your heart back down which was attempting to escape via your mouth as you became hyper focused on the fact that Lily sodding Evans was pushed up against you none too casually and- Merlinâs tits, was she playing with your hair!?Â
You pretended to pay attention as a few rounds passed by; your friend being dared to give you a lap dance being the most brazen thing to have taken place.
Until it got to the Marauders.
Marlene dared Sirius to strip down to his boxers for a whole round which he was all but too eager to do, apparently. Meaning he got to ask the next person.
âMoony!âÂ
Remus smiled down at his lap before he looked over at one of his boyfriendâs mischievously.Â
âI dare you to kiss the prettiest girl here.â
Youâre not necessarily proud of the way your heart plummeted at that; this is what you had been telling yourself all night. They were taken.
No matter if they complimented you.
No matter if they caught you as you fell.Â
No matter if they snuggled up to you on a chair designed for one.
No matter if one of them made you feel like you leaving the party early would have been truly devastating.
No matter.
âThatâs impossible; thereâs two of them.â Remus said quickly, causing your heart to ache for Lily.
Who even says that when their girlfriend is sitting right here!?
You kept your head down as the party all oooohâed and aawwwweeeâd.
James let out a funny high pitched laugh as if he were an over excited kid on Christmas morning. âGuess youâll have to kiss them both then.âÂ
You really should have left when you had the chance; you werenât sure you could watch.
It was their business if they wanted to include another, but that didnât mean you had to like it.
âOr they can kiss each other; I think Iâd enjoy that just as much.âÂ
âSounds good to me.â Lily said as she stood; the space she once inhabited felt cold and vacant without her.
âWell? Come on then?â She said as she grabbed your arm.
âWhat?â
âCome with me.â She said again, wiggling your arm within your grasp, and who were you to deny her, really?
Like a well trained dog you followed her obediently over to where Remus sat before she all but shoved you into his lap.
âYou seem like the fidgety type; maybe Rem can help with that, hm?â She said as she shot a wink at Remus over your shoulder.
His arms wrapped possessively around your waist as he rested his chin on the junction between your neck and shoulder.
âIs it okay if she kisses you, pretty girl?â
You had no time to be absolutely horrified at the pathetic little keening sound that escaped your lips as you looked up at the red-head now towering over you.
âWhat do you say, gorgeous?â And though her emerald eyes did shine with some mischief, you could see she was earnest; this was your choice.
âOkay.â You whispered barely loud enough for you to hear yourself over the hammering of your heart.
âYeah?â She whispered as she knelt in front of you.
âYeah.â You agreed.
And you only got to see the soft, hopeful smile that adorned her lips for but a moment before her hands were on either side of your face and she was pressing her soft lips to yours.Â
It could have been hours or centuries but it was also all too soon before she was pulling away from you; a proud smile on her lips though her cheeks were a similar colour to her hair.
You became aware of the hooting and hollering going on around you as Remusâ chest began to vibrate in laughter.
âBeautiful.â He murmured - likely more to himself than to you, but you heard it all the same.
âDo I get a turn?!â James shouted before Sirius roughly grabbed him by the waist and planted him down on his lap.
âNot before me, Jamie.â He snickered as he shot you a wink.Â
The audacity of a man to still be so confident sitting in nothing but his boxers.Â
You tried to hide behind your hands though it was all for naught as Remus made a theatrical cooing sound and pulled you further into his lap until you were all but cradled in his arms.
âMaybe without an audience next time, hm?â He asked you as he brushed some hairs away from your forehead.
Not trusting yourself to speak (or to even make direct eye contact with the bloke currently cuddling you in your lap), you nodded with your face still hidden.
âWay to go babe.â James said as Lily went to join the two boys on their loveseat. âYou were so good, weâll even get a next time!â
read about their first date here!
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°~ A MAGE IN THE JUNGLE ~°
Includes: Use of she/her, Slimy naga dick, Size difference, strangers to...fucking? Idk.
In which: Our Mage searches the jungle for a rare species to add to her "research".
She curses as her boot clad feet catch on another root, almost sending her tumbling into the dewy jungle ground. Deciding to stop for a short break, she swats at the buzzing mosquitoes, taking her hat off to fan herself futilely while eyeing the map she bought.
The vender who sold it to her was an eccentric type, which is always a good sign in her eyes. If you're going to scam people at least commit to the whole "mysterious merchant" bit. The old hag managed to make her cough up 7 copper coin for this "traveler's essential".Â
Her goodwill has not been paid back as apparently the map was more unreliable than she expected. The mage curses herself as she glowers at the useless map, trying to decipher where the hell she is. Â
After a few more minutes of squinting and pointing to random places on the map, she just scrunches the flimsy paper in her hands and sets it on fire, burning it up before the embers could even reach the floor. She wasn't looking for anything any cheap map could show her anyway.Â
She came here to follow an urban legend about a deadly beast that stalks the jungle. The creature has many different variations depending on who's telling the story but what is consistent is the shining gold scales adorning the creature. Stories vary widely from village to village, some say it's an old wrathful god sent down to punish those greedy enough to seek it out and some say it's a beautiful maiden with a golden tail here to bring good fortune to those deserving of it.Â
Which ever story is the truth, she just couldn't hold back her fanaticism. A strange creature that apparently nobody has seen before but for some reason is being spotted closer to nearby villages more and more? That is absolutely right up her alley.Â
Now if she could only find the damn thing. The villagers seemed almost relieved that someone else was going to try and find this thing, so getting information was quite easy. While the area has been narrowed down, it's still a huge chunk of jungle. At this point it would be easier if the monster just came out and tried to eat her already.Â
The mage percs up when they hear water flowing and walks in that direction until she stumbles on a river. She kneels down by the waters edge, it looks pretty deep or maybe the water is just too murky to see the bottom. She hums and pulls out the flask she enchanted, fills it with water and waits for the magic to properly dispose of the dirt particles and bacteria before taking a long gulp.Â
This river is wide and the water flows slowly but surely past her. She places her hand in the water, curious to see if she can see the bottom or perhaps any fish to eat.Â
She softly chants an incantation, forcing the dirt particles away from her hand. This proves harder than she thought as she's never had to cleanse flowing water before.Â
She leans in closer to concentrate her energy and eventually the water becomes clearer and she can see something glistening at her from the water. Is that really treasure at the bottom of the river? Could she be that lucky?
 She squints and leans closer to get a better look, the golden specs glinting in the murky water blink at her through the surface.Â
She freezes and the blood in her veins turns colder than the depths of the river.Â
Before she can even move a huge clawed hand shoots up from the surface and clings onto her arm, tearing through her cloak, undershirt and skin. There's no time for a painted scream as she's pulled into the water with great force. She can feel the waters resistance against her body as it's dragged into the murky depths.Â
Before this beast actually drowns her she manages to force her other hand against the current to grip onto the beasts scaly wrist. She casts the first spell she can think of, Combustion.Â
Suddenly the surface of the water explodes outwards, splashing water high into the air. She propels herself upwards and breaks the surface to hover above the water. She curses and looks around frantically, she can't lose the monster now. Panicking, she summons her hat and starts chanting, willing the plentiful vines of the jungle trees to plunge into the river and search for the beast.Â
When she feels a tug she wills the vines to pull the heavy struggling mass to the surface. The huge mass writhes and thrashes in its confines as it rises from the water.Â
She can finally see just how massive this thing is as it fights and snarls at her. It's much bigger than any Naga she's seen before, the human half is near orc sized! The bottom half being even bigger with the long thick tail thrashing in the water below. She reinforces the vines to bind the rest of the ridiculously large tail and sets the beast down on the ground next to the river.Â
When her feet meet the ground, she sighs and wills the water out of her soaked clothes. She checks her bleeding arm and sucks in a breath at how deep the gashes are.Â
"Now look what you did. Fucking hell, thats deep. How long are your claws?!"
Of course she can heal it but it's such a pain. The monster on the ground hisses and spits in response.Â
She takes a better look at it, or him, she discovers. His scales really do shimmer like gold with black scales painting a pattern all the way down his back and tail. His white underbelly fades into something resembling human skin as her eyes move up his rapidly moving chest. The gold scales fade into a darker black down his shoulders to the tips of his clawed fingers. Her eyes flicker to his intense stare, pure gold flickers in his irises. His drenched black hair gets in the way of his glare.Â
"Wow."
She can't help but verbalise her awe. She carefully moves around him to look at him in a different angle.
"I knew you were a naga. I knew it."
She summons a book into her hand, not her spellbook but one for these special cases. She flips to a new page and licks the tip of her pencil. She crouches down to look at him expectantly,
"Do you happen to know how much you weigh? What do you eat? Most nagas are some sort of omnivorous but I'm assuming you eat mostly fish. How many fish do you have to eat to stay this size?"
She gestures incredulously to all of his giantness.
He just growls some more, quiter this time as his confusion overtakes his anger somewhat.
"Come now, I know you can understand me and I know you can speak."
He stops growling to stare at her incredulously. How could she possibly know that? The giant snake man tries to readjust but hisses again, this time in pain. She jolts up and immediately goes to assess the wound on his wrist, which is tied tightly to his back. She cringes at the red, fleshy wound she created on his body. So much for first impressions. Without much warning she immediately starts with the healing spell. This creates great discomfort for him, as his cells rebuild themselves but she knows this is better than dragging it out for longer.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry."
She coos at the massive man almost like he's a child or a small animal. This woman evades him. Once she's done and his wrist is good as new she springs up and clears her throat, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Sorry about that but...you did try to eat me so..."
He looks like he wants to say something but doesn't know how exactly. By the scowl on his face it doesn't look like it would be anything good. She crouches down again, peering down at him.
"Do you still want to eat me?"
He growls, nothing but hatred in his beautiful eyes as he hoaursly spits out,
"I want nothing more in the world."
"..."
The mage tries and fails to hide a girlish giggle behind her hand as she rocks back and forth on her feet. She reacts as if he'd just complemented her outfit. The Naga man pulls his mouth into a snarl and huffs in irritation, hating how this woman continues to confuse him.
After composing herself she summons her little reaserch book again, holding it against her crouched thighs to write.
"Have you actually ever eaten a human before? Be honest."
The Naga writhes in his bonds to eventually turn away from her so atleast he doesn't have to face his captor. He lies there for awhile just squirming every so often, he's already tried to cut the vines with his claws but she must have done some kind of reinforcement magic when she healed him. Damn witch.
While he devises an escape plan, he can hear scratching on paper from behind him. The mage seems to be writing quite a lot in her book. When the Naga looks back at her he catches her gaze staring intently at the intricate patterns on his back, the way the scant black scales blend with the bright gold makes for a very unique pattern.
"How much will you sell it for"
She stops sketching and looks back up at his eyes. She lets out a confused "hmm?"
This only makes him angrier.
"My hide! It must be worth a fortune! That's why you're here!"
Her gaze softens a bit, kicking herself mentally for being so unthinking towards the man. He might be big and intimidating but that doesn't mean he can't be scared for his life.
"Look, I don't want your hide. It would be much easier to just fake one anyway since nodoby knows what you actually look like. I just want to ask you a few questions and then let you get back on with your day. I'll even cook you a meal as a thank you."
The snake man is obviously skeptical, all he does is stare back at her with those gorgeous eyes.
She sighs and opens her book back up, flipping over to a particular page.
"Researching rare and perculiar creatures is a hobby of mine."
She rolls down onto her stomach and shuffles closer to the massive Naga. She leans on her elbows to show him the open page as if they were best friends at a slumber party and she's showing him her dairy.
"You're not even the rarest or most sought after Naga species I've met."
She points to a drawing she sketched of a male Naga, this one with the torso and arms of a human but the tail and head of a snake. There's a bunch of scribbles and descriptions around the drawing in a language he can't read.
"Where he's from people worship him like a god. He's a very rare species that can hypnotise someone just by looking into their eyes."
She chooses to leave out the part where she willingly let the Naga hypnotise her and use her as he pleased for weeks.
He doesn't have a response to give the mage, staring blankly at the pages as she rattles on about other species she has in her book. His skepticism somewhat dampened by these sketches of Naga just like him but with characteristics he's never seen before.
The mage notices how dark the sky has gotten, catching a few stars glinting overhead. She gets up and starts assembling the tent she brought. Pulling thick fabric out of her infinitaly deep satchel.
The Naga man just lies there watching, wondering if it would be so bad to comply with this mage. They don't seem dangerous or malicious at all but the magic they wield is still a concern. She talks to him as she works on building her temporary abode.
"Y'know, the village folk are quite nice. If you want I could talk to them, I'm sure they would rather cohabitate than live in fear of a man-eating monster in the jungle. Since you're definitely a rare species this part of the jungle could even be named as a conservation zone."
She keeps yapping stuff the Naga man doesn't care to listen to. The mage erects her shoddy little tent, does some sort of chant and then hurriedly crouches inside the small space.
She stays inside there for a while to the point where the Naga man thinks she might not return for the night. He smells something absolutely devine and realises it's cooked beef coming from inside the tent.
The damn mage walks outside with a steaming bowl of that devine smelling concoction. She stabs a piece of meat with a fork and offers it to him after blowing on it a little. She doesn't really give him time to react before poking the fork into his mouth. His taste buds are lighting up and he almost moans at the taste.
The mage grins at how he accepted her offer and stands back up.
"I just want to ask you a few questions. I'm sorry for causing you trouble but I didn't come all this way for nothing. I'm more than happy to repay you for your troubles if you just come inside."
After that she turns and walks back into the tent. As she walks away the vines binding his body loosen until they fall from his body entirely.
He's free. She's giving him an out. He could just leave.... But he can still taste the meat on his tongue. Nothing has happened to him yet so atleast he knows it's not poisoned or spiked. He turns to where the dark water of the river calls to him and turns back to the fire light coming from inside the mages tent. He sighs and hangs his head. As if the jungle itself is trying to urge him, a cool breeze blows past that seems to urge him closer to the tent.
The Naga sighs, stretches his sore limbs and slowly slithers towards the tent. He takes a deep breath before parting the fabric of the opening and crouching inside.
As he expected, the tent is much bigger than it appears on the outside. Bedding and pillows cover the floor and there is a fire with a pot over it in the middle.
The mage is humming to herself while pouring more steaming hot stew into two bowls. He sits across form her coiling his tail into a pile to sit on top of it.
She holds out a steaming bowl to him and waits patiently for him to take it. He hesitantly accepts the offer and, after watching her eat a fair portion of her own bowl, starts slurping up the meaty stew.
After the first and second serving the mage places her empty bowl aside and picks up her book. As the Naga pours himself a third helping she clears her throat, making him look up at her expectant gaze. He huffs but nods, lazing back against his tail to keep enjoying his meal. The mage gleams across from him.
"I don't know how much I weigh, I eat mostly fish and I've never eaten a human."
The mage scribbles all this down as he speaks, very pleased with his cooperation.
"How often do you shed?"
The Naga rests his arms on his tail like it's a comfy backrest. He takes a generous gulp of his stew before answering,
"...Once every season."
"So you grow moderately quick then? And you're still growing? Or do you think this is how big you'll get."
"I still shed, so I'm still growing."
The woman nods and jots that down.
"You're a constrictor type, right? No venom or hypnotising?"
He gives her a deadpan stare, as if to say "What do you think?". She gets the idea and confirms her own theory.
she chews her lip, deliberating something before she finally asks.
"Can I measure you?"
He gives her an irritated look before he slowly unwinds his tail from it's bunched up state, unfurling it out on the floor as he lies on his stomach.
The mage wastes no time springing up and pulling a rolled up tape measure out of her hat. She holds it out to him and says,
"Hold this at your head, please."
He boredly does as she asks and she carefully walks back the length of his body. He doesn't know why but he straightens his tail as much as possible while looking at her over his shoulder. When she gets to the tip of his thick tail she exclaims some numbers in a measurement he doesn't know but from the look on her face it's clearly impressive. She hurriedly scribbles that in her book.
The measuring roll disappears and the Naga goes back to his meal. He pours what's left in the bowl into his awaiting mouth before he feels a soft touch on his tail and freezes.
He slowly looks behind him at the culprit. He watches her with a predatory gaze as she hesitantly tests his patience. He watches her, as if daring her to go further and so obviously she does. She inches higher up his tail to where is gets much thicker, lightly tracing the patterns on his reptilian skin. She softly touches his golden scales as if they're fragile.
The mage gets more confident and crawls higher up his tail, getting more inquisitive and bold.
"Is the underside more sensitive?"
She asks, genuinely curious. He doesn't answer, just keeps staring at her with a look that says "Try it", so that's what she does. She looks into his eyes and slides her hand down the side of his tail towards the white underbelly.
He strikes before she can even blink. He has her on the floor coiled up in his tail as he entraps her whole body with his. She doesn't offer much of a fight besides some squirming but his tightening hold on her body forces her to still.
"Is this what you want mage?"
She says nothing, only looks up at him with those same curious eyes. He can feel her heart beat as he squeezes her rib cage, it beats steady and bold. She's not scared of him at all and that intrigues him more than he likes.
The Naga looms over her, he reaches out to grab her jaw tilting her head around to look over her face. He's tried to ignore it but he's also quite curious about her and her own species. He pinches his fingers slightly so that it makes her lips pout together before he reaches out with his other hand to take her pink tongue in between his thumb and pointerfinger. She just stares up at him, offering no resistance.
He strokes the small wet muscle with his thumb, rubbing over where it would split into two if she was a Naga like him. It's so small compared to his fingers and much warmer than he anticipated, probably due to the warm meal they just shared. He sticks his tongue out to lick the air and pauses when he smells something unfamiliar but unmistakable, coming from the Mages lower parts.
He's smelled it once before when he caught sight of a human woman bathing in the river, he couldn't help but linger in the brush and watch the human as she touched herself. He feels the same need now that he felt then, a curious burn in his stomach.
The mage struggles in his hold,
"I know you're curious too..."
She says up at him, almost hopefully. She slowly struggles her legs free to wrap them around his wide torso, squeezing him between her thighs. As he looks down at her the snake man feels her warm body heat radiating off of her seeping into his skin, the movement of her chest, her pulse. He can feel his cock poking out from the slowly parting slit on his white underbelly.
He licks the air one more time before his mouth catches hers in a needy kiss. She immediately kisses back with fever, fidgeting more in his hold making him tighten the heavy coils which only makes her let out a pleasured cry into his mouth. His tongue feels so odd on her own, it's much longer than hers and he pushes it down her throat with abandon.
His tail slithers around her body, lifting her shirt up. When she first feels his cold skin against her warm stomach she's filled with need to feel him against every inch of her skin. She struggles in his hold, kissing him with more need and trying to grind her neglected cunt against something.
The Naga huffs a laugh and watches her kick her legs helplessly.
"Do you have other clothes?"
He mumbles against her lips, she nods into the kiss.
His claws tear her pants and underwear away as if the garments were made of tissue paper, doing the same to the neckline of her shirt and undershirt. She groans at the feeling of his cold skin against hers and the humid night air on her cunt.
She feels a slick substance drip onto her pussy and groans loudly.
"Show me. Let me see."
She pleads and struggles even more. He chuckles and nibbles on the skin of her neck,
"Little thing like you should be scared. What if it's too much for you?"
His concern is real even if he's insanely turned on by this situation. Her body might not be able to keep up with her inquisitive mind.
"Try me."
She looks into his eyes with determination, he looks back. One of his hands go to stroke his growing cocks as they unsheath from their slit. She stretches to pear over his tail wrapped around her. There's two, one big cock clearly meant for insemination, the same colour as his white underbelly and a second reddish coloured one, she assumes is meant for extra stimulation. The Naga strokes the big one with one hand, both cocks have slick ooze spilling from them and they're dripping with slick which she guesses is produced from the slit they come out of.
She worms her hand over one of his coils to grip onto his tail, she whines loudly at him. She wants it inside her so bad. He chuckles at her again as more of his precum drips onto her pussy lips.
He can't deny her pleas for long and against his better judgement he prods at her entrance with his cock, rubbing the tip up against her hole.
She grinds up into him and he takes that as the go ahead to slide inside her. The slippery tip sheathes inside her rather easily, it's the rest of him he's worried about. He struggles to hold himself back from pounding the hot tight pussy squeezing around him, he truly doesn't want to hurt the Mage.
Said Mage is almost in tears at being unintentionally edged by him. She squeezes her thighs around his massive waist, squirming around as much as she can. The Naga finds he likes the way her soft naked body wriggles in his coils, he especially likes the way her thigh muscles tense and relax. His sharp claws gently caress the fat of her thighs, curiously squeezing and jiggling the fat slightly. She whines again and he decides to be merciful and slides his cock further inside her while gripping her thighs.
He's too slow, too cautious and she just can't take it anymore.
She mumbles a little spell and the Nagas body feels a sudden force pulling him closer to her making him hiss as his cock is suddenly thrusted to the hilt. The smaller cock is rubbing up against her clit delisciously and the slick coating his cock seeps out of her pussy.
"If I want you to stop, I can make you. Stop, pussying around fuck me."
He stares down at her with blown out eyes, she stares up at him so determined while still being thoroughly bound in his hold. His breathing is more ragged and a grin finds it's way on his face. He looks almost feral and it makes the mages pussy clench around him which makes him reactively thrust back.
She's spun around suddenly in his hold, his tail unwinding until her arms are free and there's one coil left around her waist. Her arms are quickly bound by his own hands, gripping her much smaller arms. He gives a hard thrust into her cunt and growls in her face as she moans back up at him.
He starts a rough pace, having thrown all cation to the wind. Her tight human pussy squeezes him so tight like he squeezes around her body with his tail. The loud wet slapping sounds his hips make against hers make everything even more erotic. His coiled tail around her grips her waist tightly and he groans when he can feel his own cock bulge against her stomach where his tail holds her.
He brings the end of his tail to wrap around her wrists binding them together while his ramming into her soaked pussy.
He speeds up even more and places his palm on top of his smaller dick, pressing it against her clit. His other hand is gripping her under thigh so hard she's pretty sure his claws have pierced her skin. The stimulation on his sensative cock makes him frantically thrust into her until he releases deep inside her. He shakes and spasms as he empties himself into her. If he was more conscious he would be embarrassed at how needy he must have looked.
His orgasm lasts quite awhile longer than she expected, she realises he must have been really pent up as his cock just keeps shooting seed into her every few seconds. The poor Naga looks exhausted when his orgasm finally ends. His eyes are closed, breathing deeply with strands of black hair fall delicately around his face. The tail around her wrists loosens and she immediately goes to pull him down into her embrace, clutching his sweaty body into her warmer one.
He hums into her neck, enjoying her warm softness. His tongue flicks out occasionally to lick her salty skin and smell her on the air.
"Did I tire you out, big guy?"
She jokes, while her hands caress the comparatively massive expanse of his back. She tries to remind herself that he might be inexperienced and more sensitive than usual, she doesn't want him to feel bad about getting overstimulated.
The Naga lifts his head from her neck, his body casts a shadow over hers as he looms over her again. He gives her a sharp fanged grin.
"Don't be so cocky, Mage."
The end of his tail slowly comes from behind to wrap around her neck as the coil still wrapped around her waist lifts her torso up high. His softening cock slips out of her dripping cunt as he lifts her up with his tail. She groans low as she feels the copious amounts of slick and spend fall from her pussy to the floor.
The naga curiously runs his thumb up the length of the mages pussy, gathering up the fluids. He feels a strange urge to keep as much of his cum inside her as possible. Careful of his sharp claws he opts to push his spend back into her pussy with his tongue, feeling the way she squirms and clenches around his forked tongue. The Naga hisses lightly in delight and smooshes his face into the fat warmth of her thigh while looking into her eyes. She peers at him with a dazed look, loving the way his tail lightly squeezes her thoat.
"I'm far from done with you."
As it turns out she didn't get to ask him many questions that night. Not that she complained about it much.
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