#please don't let this flop this took me ages.

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

It's kind of disheartening to me how the common fanon portrayal of Xander and David's dynamic is usually boiled down to Xander being a 'simp' (for lack of a better word) with a one-sided adoration and idolization of David. Especially after the latter's heel turn in CH2-11. And I say that because one of the most important facets of their dynamic to me is the fact that David also very much idolizes Xander just as much, if not more then Xander idolizes him. David believes the world cannot change, we know this. But I think an aspect of his philosophy that I think goes severely overlooked is just how badly he wants to not believe that. He wants to believe that the world can change, and more specifically, that people can change. This aspect of himself can be seen in many parts of his character. I'll most likely touch on this in a later post, but it's most likely part of why he devised his plan to share the secrets. It's very likely the reason he became a motivational speaker, and it plays a massive part in his two closest relationships during the killing game, Arei and Xander. But today, we're talking about Xander. David looks up to Xander. Incredibly so. Xander is everything that he wants to be.

David: You wanted to make Nico feel comfortable, even though you wouldn't necessarily get anything out of it.

Someone who is unconditionally kind to others with no ulterior deceitful motive, just for the sake of being kind to others.

David: You're always full of energy and bravery to achieve your goals, no matter what they are. Yet at the same time, you're a compassionate person who takes the time to help others.

Someone who strives for hope and change, and will never back down until he has it.

David: I have trouble believing that Xander would be the kind of person to commit murder.

An unquestionable Good Person.

That is why he pushes back so hard when Teruko accuses Xander of attempting to kill her. He refused to acknowledge the possibility that Xander, for all of his good qualities, might've been a much more deceitful person than he was letting on.

Because quite frankly, even though the two of them agreed to treat each other to treat each other less as role models and more as friends, if you ask me: I don't think David ever stopped seeing Xander as his role model. I mean, why would he? Like I said before, Xander is everything David wants to be, everything David so badly wishes he could be but has it etched into his brain that he is incapable of such. Xander is a light in his dark chasm of cynicism, a glimmer of hope. That maybe, just maybe...

Xander: Enough with these idols or role models, okay? Let's just be friends. David: I... David: I'd love that. Thank you.

Things could change.

Teruko: Earlier at lunch, Xander had asked for me to meet him in the computer lab, claiming that he wanted to tell me about some plan he had to confront the mastermind. Teruko: We both met up there after dinner, where he tried to murder me instead by stabbing me with the kitchen knife. David: Xander tried to kill you? I find that hard to believe.

And then the light starts flickering. I've mentioned it before in this post, but one of David's biggest flaws in his mindset is that it causes him to view people, including himself, in a nuance-less binary lens of black and white.

David: People who are born lazy, useless and stupid will stay that way until they die. If you were able to "improve" yourself into a better person, then it only means you were a better person to begin with.

You are either a good person, or a lazy, useless, stupid piece of shit. In simpler terms, you are either born a good person or you are born a bad person, and whichever you are born with will become your identity until the day you are in a casket. That is what David believes. Up until now, Xander was strictly placed into the slot of "good person". Not just that, but practically the opposite of what David deems as a "lazy, useless, and stupid" person. He himself has described Xander as someone who is full of energy and will do anything to achieve his goals, someone who takes the time to help others, and a compassionate and generally emotionally intelligent person. That is who Xander Matthews is to David. But now that he is being given evidence of a more potentially malicious side to Xander, the pitfalls of a firm black-and-white mindset rear their head and repeatedly bludgeon David in his own.

David: It's possible that those bloodstains are Xander's, not yours.

(he's reaching so fucking hard here and he fucking knows it, god I hate him. /pos)

David: Are you saying that Xander is a killer? I find that difficult to believe.

Teruko: -But I believe that the origin of the DVD is not from the culprit, but rather, from that person (SELECT: Xander) Teruko: It was most likely Xander. David: Xander... He planned something that manipulative?

David's monochrome mentality (Riproducer reference completely intended) makes it so that he cannot even fathom the idea that Xander, someone he previously marked off as not just a good person but the good person, is even capable of hurting someone, of being cruel enough to intentionally trigger someone just for his murder plan, to murder someone in general. If his feelings towards Min are anything to go by...

David: Something as horrible as this murder, as horrible as this class trial-- David: How dare you! You killed Xander, and you were perfectly willing to kill everyone else here to escape!

David: At that time, watching Min, I kept thinking... David: ... David: How utterly pathetic she was!

That would certainly bring Xander to the category of lazy, useless, stupid bastards. But David has already put Xander into the category of a "good person". So what else is he meant to do other than defend and deflect anything suggesting otherwise? David doesn't want to believe that that glimmer of hope that Xander gave him was just a lie, that hope that things could change, that he could change. So he defends it. He clings to it. He doesn't want to let go. But here's the funny thing about David. Despite his black-and-white mindset, despite the fact that he does believe good people exist, he will always be, first and foremost: A cynical bitch. Point being: I think David, deep down, knew full well that Teruko was most likely telling the truth. Like, I joked about it earlier, but do you really think he believed the lack-luster argument that completely ignored evidence that he could gleam by just looking at the crime scene? I think he was just reaching for anything at that point to try and prove himself wrong. But it's no use, the light continues to flicker. David's denial of Xander's cruelty is quiet to none, but it's clear he is still clinging desperately onto the positive image of Xander he used to have, seeing as he does not show nearly as much animosity (verbally anyway) towards Xander then he does towards Min, despite the fact that Xander also seemed more than willing to kill the rest of the class to escape. It's breaking. But after Min's execution, it's clear that it all hits him at once.

David: I... I've seen enough. There's no point in keeping my hopes up anymore. David: We are all certainly going to die here.

David Chiem left the courtroom that day with his hopes snuffed out, nothing left within him other than the cruel reminder of something he already knew:

If something is important, then

It'll break and disappear.

[exhausted-undead]

hmm. he's a sickly guy and she's a girl with self esteem issues - what could go wrong (too much) (someone get sky a tissue)

also viktor my love I figured out your face and im so proud (I'm evolving somewhat)

[acid-ixx]

Sigh.. We all should've have chosen both wally and conner...i can't imagine the faces of batfam

how to be a heartbreaker! (again &. again concept)

ft. yandere! wally west, starfire, roy harper, artemis, conner kent, bart allen x gn! neglected! reader w/ platonic yandere! batfam.

— masterlist !

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

tw: age gaps but there isn't nsfw (except for conner) and the reader is described to be older than 20 in this concept and was far ignored longer than in the og story.

a/n: happy (late) halloween! 🎃 i'm praying to the gods, please don't let this post flop, i'm in my flop era fr! because i am not writing allat for it to get ignored 💔 (just kidding i love u guys, especially to all those who comment! i read all your comments even if i'm unable to reply at times). if you guys are wondering why i didn't include all the characters, it's because this is just a drabble and if anyone likes more concepts about this, please send in asks! anyways, enjoy this sweet harem au hehe.

anon, you are so right. but let me raise you this: getting together with all your siblings' teammates. i'm not just saying wally and conner, no! i'm saying the young justice, the teen titans, all their friends and old pals— the moment you come of age, hide under the radar for a few years and eventually meet them at random. you'd be giving dick, hell, even bruce, your father, mind you, a run for his money when it comes to a player reputation amongst the siblings, and the best part (or worst part for you once it's too late...) of it all is the fact that you don't even have to keep all your little relationships with them a secret when they never once bat an eye on you until recently.

the funny thing is: you didn't even have to try to attract them. it was all them approaching you at random days and getting to know you better, with you, at your lowest point, accepting any medium of attention. at first it was them feeling pity, perceptive to how your siblings chose to focus on them rather than you, but now it's them chasing after you because you're so interesting in every aspect; even if you find yourself average at best compared to your talented siblings.

maybe it's because you bring the normal out in them, or because you display such raw emotions and are an entirely separate being from vigilantism. either way, they find themselves thinking about you more often than their missions and that's harrowing.

and because you're such a pathetic, wet cat, so desperate for love; all the people you hit on develop a savior complex because of you. i don't just mean them finding you cute, or interesting, absolutely not. i mean you're constantly being thrown around like a prince or princess who needs a knight in shining armor to catch them when they fall, except you're constantly being carried in some other's arms even when you can stand on your own two feet.

you just have that special quality in you that makes everyone fall head over heels. it makes them fantasize scenarios of a home life with you; they could provide better than your current ones do, for sure. you'd be spoiled to death with kisses to your face, hands wrapped around your body, and a guarantee that you'll never feel alone or unsafe in a world full of danger that lurks around the corner.

that same quality may have also been your downfall.

wally west doesn't mind training all day to become stronger and faster to save you from every danger that lingers near your presence. hell, he doesn't complain anymore whenever dick assigns him some missions if that means he can pass by your room by the manor as an after-mission reward, loving it when you smile at him with the gentlest quip of your mouth as he hastily wraps you in his arms with the same amount of speed it took to run to your house. wally cherishes watching you in slow-time because he could worship every little part of his darling's expression, quelling the boredom he had for the entire day. he wants to be fast enough for his babe, not only just to impress them but because he wants them to see him as the only reliable individual capable enough of protecting and flirting with you. not everyone can measure up to his speed, no? nobody could keep up with this man's speed and he's known for taking you away whenever you're with someone else just to get a sliver of your time.

starfire's emotions become ablaze and so does her powers every time she notices one of your other sweethearts becoming too touchy with you, unable to comprehend why you're not even in a relationship with her yet. but you're too sweet and you bury yourself in her curly tresses to calm her down. at first that's enough! she doesn't understand the concept of physical affection and the boundaries that come with it as much as others but boy does she crave it when it comes to you. it doesn't help the fact that you're incapable of sometimes denying her affections and letting yourself be constantly kissed by the girl in every part of your face. she's very warm, though, and her curiosity about things foreign to her, paired with you teaching her more about your world, makes starfire adore her sweetheart's willingness and patience; it simply warrants another passionate kiss in the mouth from the pink-haired alien.

roy harper brings out a more rebellious side of you that you never imagine yourself sporting. his experiences in life and his rebellious relationship towards oliver queen, his adoptive father shapes him to who he is now; and he'd be damned if you drown yourself in endless misery like he did. yeah, it doesn't help that lian loves you as much as he does and he thinks you're the perfect match for him, watching you play with his little girl and care for him whenever he's injured does wonders for the fantasies that plays itself in his head, all scenarios of coming home to you after a hard day of work, just to see you and lian greet him the moment he enters your shared house with him, kissing him in the lips, telling him about the wonderfully prepared dinner you and lian whipped up for him, and watching your eyes widen at another bouquet of your favorite flowers he bought home for you. you're not in a relationship with him at all but can't a man just dream?

why dick wonders every damn time one of his friends ditch another one of their hangouts is a question never to be answered. but it's been noticeable these days that he's starting to suspect something wrong at play, especially since he's noticed tension within his comrades, and as a leader he couldn't just simply ignore the tense glares, insults to their being, and the hushed whispers; all pet names, a mantra they're used to calling you.

but dick doesn't take it seriously until it's too late.

that his baby bird long fell off the nest years ago, taken into the arms of whom he thought to be his most trusted comrades, thoroughly loved more than he could've given you. and it's not just one person smitten with you; it's an entire harem of people unwilling to share you just as much as dick who'd soon realize that he shares far more similarities with you; a heartbreaker, yet a caretaker at heart.

it's no wonder why everybody wants you for themselves. it's not only your family who loves to hear your precious laughs and gentle hands; that sets the jealousy ablaze in his heart.

jason never thought that artemis carried a softer version of her. but he's been picking up telltale signs of her donning dangling keychains, all cute doodles of her no doubt, and necklaces he's sure he's seen around the manor at times. it's not her typical style, and she never really found the appeal with cute things like crochet plushies of her; yet the designs are oddly reminiscent to someone he always called his angel. but whenever he tries to bring the topic up, he only receives a snarky reply, a protective hold on her things, and a familiar phrase telling him to mind his business. he isn't aware of how she met you one time after you've nearly been crushed to death by a car accelerating at you, if not for her taking the blunt end of the hit. ever since that day you've been seeing her regularly by alleyways watching over you as your guardian and giving her tokens of appreciation, albeit small, that she keeps as her prized properties; ones nobody has special access to touch. she's not much of a heckler for physical touch, but she occasionally gives you a head scratches and the rare peck to your lips.

jason doesn't like how jealous he is towards her, because of how the would-be stranger treats her and why he can't seem to pinpoint the primal urge to rip those little trinkets from her. sometimes he feels like a man possessed, eyeing the keychains and the random pastel bracelets longer, all warranting the same angered glare artemis reciprocates.

he swore he's seen them before, splayed across the random rooms in the manor, some even being in the library; things he loved to fiddle with whenever he was bored out of his mind. so seeing them being proudly displayed by artemis triggers visceral reactions within him.

but could jason do anything about it when he's part of the reason why your roster consists of your family's comrades? no.

if you couldn't get attention from your family, you'll just have to get it through their affiliations. yeah, some are older than you, but god are you treated like divinity with just how willing they are to kneel upon your feet just to gain a crumb of your attention. even the strongest lay weak whenever you look at them with disappointment or sadness with your wide, captivating eyes.

all the times tim drake would be with teammates, he'd notice how their eyes look at him expectantly, as if waiting for another one to accompany them. at first he ignores it, but the longer their strange behavior persists, he begins opening a case about his close friends.

he soon realizes that conner has a record of mentioning "his cute little darling," and how he'd brag to his other friends about how left his jacket and all his favorite t-shirts in your room and how you're always drowning in his scent— always quiping about just how much it smells like you and how he enjoys wearing all his clothes right after you wear them just to get a whiff of your presence in his life; you being his motivation to fight against crime just so he could see your pretty face and tell him you're proud of him. undeniably, he's the one who spends the longest time with you and he's prideful about it, being the only man with the privilege to touch every part of your skin, wishing to melt against you just so he'd be branded in your body like how your name is the only sweet thing he can taste in his mouth.

it's not only conner, but bart allen would bounce around more often demanding that it's unfair how conner gets everything and how he gets little time with you, with just how often you get thrown around by all your love interests! he'd admit just how cute he finds you whenever you coo about him and play with his messy locks of hair whenever it's his time of the week to visit you right after missions. spending time with him is arguably the most casual part of your life, because he loves to help you with your daily errands despite him complaining about the same tasks to his other teammates... he says it's because you stimulate every part of his brain to find satisfaction in every small action that you do, but it's not only that, rather, he wishes to gain all your praises that you sing for him, never finding boredom in your presence at all.

tim's the first one who pieces the jigsaw puzzle together, but he's thoroughly astounded either way at just how smitten they are with you. it makes him open an entirely different case that's just about you; where he discovers how you're connected with nearly everyone close to him and his siblings.

it makes him wonder what makes you all the more interesting. it's how exactly he spirals into a periodic cluster of events investigating your entire life and drowning himself in work, terabytes of files each analyzed carefully— all about you, your past, and present situation. tim drake never saw a person this admired that much, so much so that online stalking lead to physical stalking.

all your dm's are spammed by countless people, and you don't even take the initiative to reply because you'd be too busy being tossed around by the time the vigilante tracks your location. it's honestly amusing at first but the longer tim become a third perspective to your life, the more he craves your physical presence, just to get a taste of dissecting all the thoughts in your brain. but with just how often their friends fight over you, it'd be hard to rip you away from the clawing hands of all your admirers.

that's why he sets a plan into motion. if he couldn't have you to himself, then he could at least share you with the closest people he had in his life— not with all the strangers who think they know his younger sibling better than he does.

a simple document, many actually, so documents, were all he needed, with printed stacks of a4 paper compiling each and every known fact about you.

all in the name of love, he'd give it out to every member of the family in quick succession.

a hefty reminder to take back what once was theirs.

[sturniqlo]

KINKTOBER WEEK 4 | ROOM 373- C.S

summary: when not enough rooms were booked ends up leaves y/n and chris sharing a room on their vacation

cw: cursing, brothers best friend trope, SMUT; wet dream, making out, handjob, cum eating

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"this is nice as hell." matt says when they arrived at the hotel they'd be staying at. it was summer now, and both the triplets family and y/n's family always went on a summer vacation together ever since they could remember. "alright, let's get checked in." y/n's mom says. they all walk through the revolving doors and see the tropical vibe that is inside.

"cant wait to take the fattest nap of my life." y/n groans, leaning her head on nicks shoulder. "i agree." nick nods, looking down at her and giggling as she looked really tired. stands of hair had fallen out of her braid, and her lipliner and lipgloss had worn off ages ago.

chris looked over at her and met her gaze for a few seconds before looking away. although they had all been friends for many many years, chris was always her brothers best friend. if chris wasn't with his brothers, he was with him.

the kids, stood in line by their parents as they got handed their key. this year, the parents had splurged a bit and had gotten everyone their own individual room. as y/n got her key, she bolted to the elevators to go to her room to shower and nap. when she entered her room, she opened up her suitcase on the other side of the bed on the floor. she grabbed her toiletries and picked out a sleeping outfit which was just an oversized tee and sleeping shorts.

grabbing her towel, she headed off into the bathroom.

chris was the last one to get his key since his room had a bit of complications since the hotel was fully booked. after he got his key, he took his time into finding his room. when he spotted 373, he tapped the key card and entered the space, closing the door behind him. he dropped his suitcase off by the door and flopped on the bed, closing his eyes.

not even a minute later, he heard some movement in the bathroom. chris got startled and immediately sat up. what the hell. he thought. was he in the wrong room? was someone in the wrong room? the bathroom door opened and y/n came out with wet hair wearing an oversized tee. "chris? what are you doing in here?" she raised an eyebrow, patting her wet hair with her towel. "this is my room, what are you doing here?" chris was relieved that it was y/n and not some stranger.

he caught himself looking at her exposed legs and quickly looked back at her eyes. "what? no it's not." she said, hanging her towel up in the closet space. y/n grabbed her key card off of the night stand and held her hand out. "let me see yours." chris pulled his key card out of his pocket. she sat next to him, too close, and he could smell the sweetness of her shampoo. as he admired her side profile, she spoke up. "they're the same. do you think it was a mistake?" she looked at him.

"i dunno'. don't think so, i took longer because the hotel was fully booked." he shrugged. "i- i mean we could share a room, i won't mind. it's only a week." she said. chris nodded. "i don't mind either."

"well, i'm going to take a nap. please don't be too loud."

two hours later, y/n woke up from her nap and switched on her other side to be met with chris laying on his phone. "hey there, sleepyhead." chris noticed that she was awake. "what time is it?" she asked, yawning. "seven twenty two." he looked at the corner of his phone. she tosses the blanket off of her and sits up, her hair still lightly damped.

chris watched her as she sat up, and putting her slippers on as she made her way to the bathroom. as she entered the bathroom, his eyes wandered down south, seeing the bottom of her shorts ride up. stop it! he thought and shook his head, looking away. chris went back to using his phone trying to the get imagine of the silver if skin that he had seen out of his mind. she was his best friends little sister after all.

a couple of minutes later, she walked out looking more awake. she made her way to her suitcase and threw on a hoodie. "i'm going to the food court, wanna come?" she untucked her hair from the inside of her hoodie. "sure, why not." chris shrugged, putting his phone away and grabbing a key card from the nightstand.

the two of them walked next to eachother down the hall making their way to the elevator. y/n's stomach growled since she was starving. she was thankful that the resort had a food court. when they arrived at the small court, they looked at their options. "what did you want to get?" he looked at her, admiring her facial features. "uhm, probably a burger and some fries, you?" he nodded. "i'll get the same."

they both walked to the burger station and got their food. the food was brought back up to their room. her and chris sat on the bed eating their food as they watched a horror movie on the television. "why the hell would he go out there knowing the killer is there, my fucking god." she said, pointing at the screen. chris laughed, ever since they were kids she'd always made little commentary during movies stating her opinion. that was one of the many things he liked about her.

after the movie had ended, the food long gone. it was nearing ten pm and chris was starting to get sleepy. "i'm going to start getting ready for bed." he said, getting up off of the bed and heading to his suitcase. chris grabbed his toiletries and a change of clothes along with his towel to shower. "alright." she said, scrolling on her phone. y/n on the other hand, was wide awake. the nap she had taken and the food she had eaten, she wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.

soon, chris got out of the shower, his hair wet and he was shirtless. she stared for a couple of seconds before going back to scrolling through her phone. "is it okay if i turn the lights off?" chris hung his towel next to hers. "go ahead." she nodded, laying on her side away from chris. the lights turned off and shortly after she felt the bed dip two feet away from her. "g'night." he yawned. "night, chris." she turned her phone brightness and volume down so he can sleep.

it was now a bit past midnight and she was watching a show on her phone with low volume. chris was still fast asleep and shifted a few times in his sleep, mumbling incoherent words. she giggled ever time it happened because whenever they would have sleepover as kids, he'd always deny that he talked in his sleep.

as she continued watching the movie, she felt chris scoot closer to her and drape his arm over her waist. the sudden movement startled her as is was unexpected. however, she thought nothing of it, he was always a cuddly sleeper.

chris kept mumbling and moving here and there. until, she started to feel something poke her lower back. was he having a wet dream? she paused her movie, maybe she was wrong? chris rocked his hips and bit and whined. shit. she was right.

deep in his sleep, the tension in his pants woke him up. and he found himself cuddled y/n from behind and gently rocking his hips against her. "oh my god, i'm so sorry!" he quickly took his hand off and sat up. she followed, turned the lamp on. "it's okay, chris." she said. "i'm so so sorry, y/n. fuck!" he cursed at himself.

"chris, i said it's okay." she climbed on his lap. he was surprised at what she was doing. hell, even she was surprised at herself. "w- what are you doing?" his hands came up to rest on her hips and she settled herself on his lap. "can i help you? is that okay?." she held his face in her hands, caressing his cheek. "yes, fuck, please do." he nodded, answering her questions.

she brought their lips together in a kiss. chris moaned into the kiss. he had been wanting to do this forever. her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands rubbed against her sides, groaning when she pushed her core against his hard on. y/n pulled away, holding his chin. chris tried to connect his lips back with hers but she pulled away slightly and smirked.

she swore she heard him whine. "let me help you." she let go of his chin, her hand traveling down his chest to the waistband of his sweats. he nodded, giving her permission to pull him out. "words, chris." she looked into his eyes. "yes, yes, please." she giggled at his eagerness. "i'll take good care of you, promise." she leaned down to press a kiss on his neck before she climbed off of his lap and sat on her knees near his thighs.

he pulled his sweats and underwear down a bit and his cock sprung up. "look at you, so hard." she cooed, gently taking him into her hand. he hissed. "fuck." he threw his head back. "so sensitive, i've barely touched you." her hand squeezed him a bit. he groaned. y/n smirked, bringing her thumb up to his slit that's leaking with pre-come.

her hand began to move up and down his length at a faster pace. she was awed at the sight of him. his jaw was slacked, and his head was thrown back against the headboard. "doin' so good f'me, babe." her lips came up to his exposed neck. the pet name only made him harder.

"i want you to come in my hand, alright? want every. single. drop. on my hand. we don't wanna waste a drop, now do we?" she bites the skin on his neck, not hard enough to leave a mark. how would they explain it to everyone tomorrow morning?

"so- so close. don't stop." he gasped, feeling his orgasm build up. she let go of him for a bit and he whined. "baby, wha- why'd you stop?" he says out of breath, lifting his head off of the headboard. she smirked, scooting to sit on his thighs. "patience, chris."

chris looked down at her shirt covered chest and saw her nipples poking her thin shirt. "want me to take it off?" y/n noticed his gaze on her nipples. he nodded. "yes, can- can i?" the ache of his cock very much still there. "go ahead." she smiled, moving a piece of his hair that fell on his forehead.

his hands came to the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head. chris' eyes locked onto her exposed chest. he brought his hands up to her tits and gently squeezed them. as he caressed them, her hands were now back on his cock. "yes, fuck, yes!" he groaned. "you like that, yeah? like my hand on your hard cock." she looked into his eyes.

"kiss me, please." he said, bringing his hands from her tits to her neck. she didn't stop the movement of her hands as he pulled her into a kiss. the room was filled with the smacking sound of their lips and her hand on moving up and down his cock.

"so close, shit!" he mumbled into the kiss. "come for me, chris." her hand sped up. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" he chanted, feeling the familiar build up. he couldn't keep up with kissing her, his head falling back against the headboard again. "i'm- shit! i'm cumming! fuck, baby!" his jaw went slack at the intensity of his orgasm.

spurts of his white come dripped down her hand and painted her sternum and his lower belly. "shit-" he twitched as he became sensitive in her hands.

"did so good for me, baby. so good." she smiled, bringing her cum covered finger up to her mouth.

"you even taste good."

[slayfics]

Camboy Katsuki.

Warnings: NSFW | Katsuki aged up

1,500 words~

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Chapter 1

You locked your bedroom door and sat on your bed. Placing your headphones into your ears you opened your laptop and logged on to a familiar site.

You already felt the stress of the day start to leave your shoulders as the website loaded. Your eager eyes met with the flashing GIF Live now.

No matter how many times you click on Katuski Bakugo's live cam page your heart never fails to flutter.

"Ah it's you- back again so soon you dirty slut," he grumbled into the mic. Katsuki was laid back sitting in his chair with just a muscle T-shirt and boxer briefs.

You bit your lip watching the boy on screen already feeling your heart rate increase from the sight of him alone in his room and his provocative words spewed at you.

"Well don't be so fucking shy, you're the one that came here to talk to me say something," He spoke into the camera.

You nervously typed into the chat box, "Hi Katsuki".

"Hi? Is that all you have to say? No one else is on right now. It's just you and me, alone. So, are you sure that's all you want to say to me?"

You bit your lip harder and typed, "You look so fucking hot sitting there half nude."

"Ha! That's more like it, I knew you were fucking filthy. You've been coming here almost every day. Can't get enough of me can you?" He laughed. His laugh was a low sexy laugh that sent shivers between your thighs.

You typed out, "You already know I'm obsessed with you."

"You've got good taste," He laughed again, causing you to tighten your thighs together. "Well, it's just you and me right now, so tell me. What do you want me to do?"

Your hands began to shake as you typed. You had never been alone in the chat room with him before. You usually watched as others gave him demands. "Play with your bulge," you typed out.

"You fucking whore, you would want to see me play with myself. You already know that's going to cost you," He spoke, responding to your chat message.

You sent over a tip in the chat causing Katsuki to smile.

"There you go, such a good kitten always obeying me," He said as he grabbed at his bulge squeezing it between his palm and fingers. "Bet you want to know what it feels like don't you?" He said almost in a whisper, his husky voice grumbling in his throat.

"Yes please," you typed out eagerly.

He palmed at his bulge in slow exaggerated moments letting out hard breaths as he did, "Hmm- you're so dirty. You want to imagine grabbing it with your own hands, don't you? You want to feel as it grows with each of your strokes. Until you have the full length of me in your hands. Then what? Hm? What would you do with me then?" He teased as he continued to grab at himself.

Your heart continued to beat faster in your chest as you thought of a response, "I'd want you inside me," you typed out.

"Hm- you don't waste any time do you?" He laughed as he grabbed himself, his bulge now fully grown. "Look at that, hard just for you. Now what?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"I want to see all of you," You typed.

"Then you know what you have to do," He responded.

You sent another tip through the chat.

"Perfect," he grumbled as he took off his shirt. He pulled down his boxer briefs allowing his dick to flop out and rest on his abdomen. "How is this view?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

You felt your whole face flush, his words ringing in your ears through your headphones. You clawed at your own clothes trying to get them off.

"So hot," you typed into the chat.

Katuski smirked reading your comment. "You're turn, what are you doing?"

You froze at his response. Katsuki never asked questions like this to his viewers before. Was it because you two were alone?

"Don't be shy, tell me what you're doing. Are you touching yourself? Imagining me inside you? I bet you'd feel so good stretched around me," He said, each word dancing in your ears causing you to shudder.

"Let me see you slide your hand up and down yourself so I can imagine you inside me," you typed and sent another tip.

Katsuki smirked and slowly ran his hand up and down the length of his dick as he eyed the camera. Even though there was no way for him to see you, it felt as though he was looking directly at you. "I bet you look like you're starving for me to touch you. Lips puffed out, hands shaking. You'd love me to fucking take you wouldn't you."

"God yes I want you to take me so fucking bad," You typed back.

"I bet you dream about it, wake up to a mess in your panties about it, don't you? I bet you can't wait to fucking get home to see my face on your computer. Do you think I haven't noticed how consistent you are? You've logged in every day for the past 72 days to watch me cum. I bet you know the shape of my cock even better than I do at this point," he spoke as he continued to run his hand slowly down the whole length of himself.

"I have the look on your face when you cum committed to memory, I think about it every time I touch myself," you typed, your excitement washing away any nervous reservations you had before.

"Who are you, hu? What do you look like? So many other regulars have sent me direct messages with pictures. I want to see you," He grumbled and took his hand off of himself.

You felt a cold sweat come over. He- He wanted to see you?? Your heart began to beat out of your chest.

"Come on- don't be shy, be a good little kitten, and show me what that face looks like. I want to see who I've been cuming for the past few months. I'm not going to keep touching myself till you do," He said.

You were forced to oblige. Your addiction to Katksui was so strong, that you'd do anything he'd ask if he was holding pleasure over your head. You grabbed your phone and covered yourself skimpily with a sheet snapping a seductive picture quickly. You sent the picture to his direct messages on the app and waited with bated breath.

"Holy shit-," He said, eyes widening as he opened his phone to view your picture. "You're fucking hot as hell, what the fuck are you doing on a website like this, hu? You could get plenty of guys to rail you in real life," He said, looking up at the camera and setting his phone down. As promised he began to run his hand up and down his dick once more as he waited for you to respond.

Your heart felt like it skipped a beat at his compliment. Did he really mean that or was he just doing fan service? "I only want you to rail me," you typed out back to him.

"I fucking would," He grumbled, pulling harder and moving faster up and down his dick. "I'd fuck every one of your pretty holes babe."

"I bet your dick would feel so good inside," You typed back.

"Damn- you've been this dirty the whole fucking time," He said starting to pant at his own touches. "You need to speak up more often in the chat babe."

"I like that we're alone right now. I don't want to share you," you replied.

"Well, I'm all yours right now. What do you want me to do, hm?" He said as he kept his swift pace moving his head up and down his full length.

"Cum for me," you typed out.

"A cum shot? Before anyone else even logs on? I don't know kitten, that's gonna cost you a lot," He said.

You sent over an extra large tip.

"Damn, beautiful and rich? How the hell did I get so lucky? You got it, babe, just for you." He spoke and began to move even faster, squeezing himself tighter. His panting became heavier leaving you mesmerized watching his chest rapidly rising and falling. His moans ringed through your headphones giving you a euphoric rush on their own.

"It's going to be so much easier to cum now that I know that sexy face is behind that camera," He said, eyeing directly into the camera. His gaze was piercing and full of lust.

"Say my name when you do," You typed out and sent another tip.

"Fuck you're dirty~" he said, his pre cum beginning to lube up his strokes. His dick shined as his hand moved from the tip to the base in rapid movements. Katsuki rested his head back in his chair. A movement he always did when he was reaching his limits.

"Damn, this feels extra good today," he spoke with barely any breath continuing his strokes. "You feel so good," He said head back and eyes closed, speaking just for you, just this once. "Fuck," He muttered and moaned out your name as his release spilled all over his abdomen.

Shout out to the anon that gave me this idea for Muichiro. I had to write it for Katsuki as well.

Tags~

@unofficialmuilover

[gracies-baby]

Thanksgiving

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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Y/n stands in the kitchen with Gracie's mom, helping her cook thanksgiving dinner while Gracie sits with her dad and brothers in the living room.

"So, have you and Gracie talked about marriage yet? It's been 4 years already, and I already see you as my daughter in law" Katie asks Y/n, watching as she cuts the potatoes before putting them in the pot.

"We've talked about it. I don't know if she plans on doing anything, but I've been hinting to her for a while now" Y/n replies, listening to her girlfriend argue with her brother in the other room.

"She's probably just nervous. Before she asked you out, she asked me for advice basically every day" The older woman replies before seeing someone come into the kitchen. Y/n turns her head back to the food before feeling someone wrap their arms around her waist. She jumps before relaxing, recognizing her girlfriends touch.

"You smell good. Like cranberry" Gracie mumbles into her girlfriend's neck, giving it a soft kiss.

"That's probably because of the cranberry sauce I just made" Y/n replies, turning around to give her girlfriends head a soft kiss before Gracie lifts her head, pressing her lips against her girlfriends.

"No PDA in the kitchen please. Keep your hands to yourselves. Gracie, I need my helper, go back to the living room" Katie scolds her daughter causing the brunette to groan.

"No, I want my girlfriend. And cranberry sauce" Gracie replies, sticking her finger into the sauce before bringing it to her mouth.

"Hey, hands out the food. Go watch TV or something" Her mother scolds before Henry walks into the room.

"You guys are taking forever, we're hungry" Henry whines causing Y/n to giggle, leaning against her girlfriend as Gracie wraps her arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Can you guys not do all that cutesy stuff around the food?" Henry teases, also dipping his finger in the cranberry sauce.

"You should've seen them before. They were basically making out right next to the food" Katie tells her son, continuing to cook the food.

"You guys are gross. Can't you do that in private like normal people?" Henry tells them with a disgusted face.

"Can't you mind your own business for once?" Gracie replies, glaring at her brother.

"Babe, can we go for a walk on the beach?" Y/n asks her girlfriend, breaking up the little fight between the two siblings.

"Whipped" Henry mumbles under his breath causing his sister to glare at him. Y/n just grabs her girlfriend's hand, gently pulling her out of the house. The two get in the car before beginning the drive to the beach.

"He's being extra annoying today" Gracie grumbles as she rests one of her hands on Y/n's thigh.

"I think you're just stressed. Gracie, it's thanksgiving. You need to take a break from work" Y/n replies, stroking her girlfriend's hand with her thumb.

"I am taking a break"

"Gracie, stop thinking about work. Please just enjoy the day" Y/n leans over, pressing a kiss against her girlfriend's cheek just as she pulls into the carpark. The brunette nods with a soft smile before gently kissing her girlfriends' lips. She gets out the car, walking to the other side to open the door for Y/n. The two girls walk along the beach for a couple hours, Y/n helping her girlfriend get her mind off work before going back to the brunettes' parents' house.

"You guys took ages. What were you doing? Having sex?" Henry teases as the two girls flop down on the couch together, Y/n curling up to Gracie's side.

"No, you idiot. You think we'd be dumb enough to do that in public?" The brunette replies causing her brother to shrug. They all get called for dinner, making conversation while eating before Y/n and Gracie decide to head up to bed.

"Are you okay? You seem a bit off today" Y/n asks, watching as her girlfriend flops down onto the bed, letting out a big sigh.

"Yeah, just tired, stressed, the usual" Y/n lays next to the brunette, laying her head on her chest as she softly traces shapes on the girl's stomach.

"I know what might cheer you up" Y/n smirks at the girl, bringing Gracie's hand up to her chest.

"Really?" Gracie exclaims excitedly, watching as Y/n nods with a giggle before laying on top of her, connecting their lips while slipping her hand under her girlfriends' shirt.

"You're moving fast today" Y/n begins to say before moaning as Gracie begins to play with her nipple. Gracie hurriedly takes the girls shirt off, straddling her waist while leaving marks all over her. She's about to take off her girlfriend's bra before the bedroom door opens.

"Y/n, Gracie, do you two want to-" Katie begins to say before seeing the scene before her. Gracie quickly jumps off the girl, pulling the blanket over her to cover her chest.

"Mom! What is it?!" Gracie exclaims in embarrassment as Y/n covers her face in her hands.

"Nothing! Just forget I came in" Gracie's mom quickly hurries out of the room, leaving the two girls to sit in embarrassment.

"Breakfast tomorrows gonna be awkward" Gracie jokes, watching as her girlfriend giggles in embarrassment.

[meowmeowriley]

Bunny!Ghost anon, you know who you are. I'd like to once again address you because this is your. Fault. I've now discovered this will be a much longer fic than I'd initially anticipated. Because of that, have a little snippet of a scene that's been eating away at my head, but won't come till later in the fic. Just to tide y'all over till I can get you a proper first chapter. 😘🐇

*** Watership Down-Bad, scene ???***

Johnny was sitting at his desk when Simon entered the Sergeants's shared office, his back to the door. He didn't look up when Simon knocked on the doorframe.

"Unless someone's dead or dying, give me a minute." Johnny grumbled without stopping. He was typing like a mad man.

Simon considered his options for a moment. He could make himself known, Johnny would ask what's wrong, they'd talk, distracting Simon from his overactive mind. He could walk away, letting his maybe partner? the Sergeant finish his work.

The poor man looked exhausted though. And disgruntled. Truly, he looked how Simon felt. Fuck it. Simon shifted.

He hopped quietly up to Johnny's desk. Took half a second to evaluate his target and plan his trajectory. Then launched himself.

"Bloody christ!"

Simon landed on the desk, the keyboard went flying. It came unplugged from the monitor as it flew, then crashed into the ground loudly, keys detaching and scattering who knows where about the room. Simon huffed, settled his chin onto his dewlap, and stretched his legs out and behind himself. He closed his eyes, but not before catching a glimpse of a stunned Johnny, arms up from jumping and pushing his chair back from the desk when he'd been startled, mouth agape.

Silence.

"Ghost?" What a stupid question. Who else? Not like he could answer, though.

If anyone were to ever ask, Ghost hated being pet, being touched. Ghost had bitten his fair share of people for getting their grubby hands on his plush fur. But... Simon craved connection. He hadn't realized how desperate he was for affection until it had ben offered, and he'd lashed out, like always. Outside of his warren, he always lashed out. But Soap was a stubborn bastard. Going so far as to continuously reach out towards him, even though he always nipped. So he flopped. And if the self proclaimed 'rabbit expert' didn't see this as the tentative olive branch that it was, well then Ghost was fucked, and Simon would be alone forev-

Simon was suddenly being pulled off the desk. His eyes flew open of their own accord and he made to bite the arms that were intent on restraining him, legs kicking spastically in protest.

"Oh go ahead then ye bastard, ye've bit me before, and ye will again a thousand times." Johnny pulled him off the desk and situated him in his lap. Simon, the large bunny that he was, sprawled with his back legs in soaps lap, near the edge of the desk, and his head resting on Johnny's shoulder. One of Johnny's hands cupped his rump, supporting him, not restraining.

They held their positions for a moment, both waiting for the other to decide this wasn't what they actually wanted. Eventually, ever so slowly he could feel himself aging, Johnny brought a hand up to stroke down Simon's back. Then again. And again. He brought his hand higher, pushing Simon's ears back to his body, and breathed what could've been a slight laugh when they bounced back up.

"Suppose we'll talk later then, aye?" Did he expect a response? Surely not. He wouldn't be getting one anyway. "Hang on," Johnny instructed as he started to shift himself lower in his seat, most likely to be more comfortable. Unfortunately he jostled Simon, who was not pleased.  "Don't bite me just because you're a touch uncomf- ach! Ye fucker!" He chuckled as he scolded Simon, who had buried his face in the other man's shirt to bite at his peck.

Simon was now on his side, curled a little, head tucked under Johnny's chin. Being pet. It'd been so long since he'd willingly been pet. It was pleasant.

He lost track of time, only noting its passage when the petting stopped, and he mourned the absence of it. Johnny's hand stilled on his back. His world shook as the human beneath him began to snore. Simon settled in deeper, snuggled closer to the kindness he didn't feel he deserved, and allowed himself to purr. No one would know.

***

"The fuck is all this?" Gaz said aloud as he entered his shared office with Soap and found the remains of a keyboard scattered all over the floor. Had the man finally lost it?

Thump.

He looked around. Soap was asleep, head thrown back, drooling and snoring in his desk chair.

"Wha-"

Thump.

Curled up against Soap's chest, evidently kicking the desk, was the biggest fucking rabbit Kyle had ever seen in his life.

"Ghost?"

Thump!

Louder and more incessant this time. Didn't that mean he was angry? He looked pretty pissed. Maybe Gaz didn't actually need to file the report on the rookies breaking each others noses again. He threw up his hands in surrender, and left as quietly as he could.

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Mike

Summary: A new intern is assigned to your department.

A/N: Mike is from Hellraiser: Hellworld. If you need an idea as to what his character is like, I highly recommend this gif set.

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 10+years older than Mike). Power imbalance.

Previous

Tech Tuesday Masterlist

Mike swears his brain has melted out of his ears. This meeting has gone on forever. Clearly he was being subjected to cruel and unusual punishment for a crime he hadn't committed! He'd heard from 4 or 5 different employees about all the ways they use the interface. There had been a lot of back and forth between said employees about preferences for the new layout, pretty much everyone's ideas conflicted with each other. It only reinforced Mike's belief that he should just create some sample portals of his own design and have people pick from that.

You had noticed Mike's absentmindedness early on in the meeting and made sure to take all the notes he should have been writing. He's clearly not prepared for the job but you're not going to let him get away with not giving your employees what they want. Still, he is just an intern and part of the point of an internship is learning how to do the job. So you'll grant him this kindness. What he does with that will determine whether or not you ask Pine or Syverson to remove him.

After the meeting you wait for everyone else to leave before gesturing for Mike to follow you to your office. He flops down in one of the chairs by your desk, clearly exhausted.

You chuckle, "welcome to corporate life, kid."

"That was insane," Mike begins. "The interface sucks balls, obviously, but no one can agree on how to fix it? That was basically," he pulls out his phone, "2 HOURS! That was 2 hours of people not listening to each other! What the fuck?"

You sit in your chair. "First of all, watch your language." He shrinks a little under your gaze. "Secondly, that's not an every day occurrence, at least not under my watch. There's a reason I set this aside as a project."

Mike gives you a look like a confused puppy, "you mean projects aren't the daily work?"

"They can be," you nod. "But the majority of the work my people do is day-to-day stuff. Routine. Projects, unless otherwise specified, are filler work for them. For you, however, the project will be your internship."

He startles at that. "Shi---shoot," you smile at his self-correction. "I should've taken notes. I...I'm normally good at remembering things, but I wasn't expecting...Please tell me we don't have to have another fu-- meeting like that?"

You can tell he wants to go on a very colorful rant about how painfully boring the meeting was to him. Again, you find yourself smiling softly at his frustration, remembering how you were at that age.

Handing him your notes you tell him, "it's a good thing I took notes." His joy filled eyes makes you chuckle. "But this is a one-time thing," you warn. "I expect you to take your own notes going forward. And yes, there will be other meetings." He winces at this. "We need regular updates on your progress, regular feedback from the employees you're doing this for. So you'd better get some practice at note-taking. I find it helps me when the meetings get so boring my brain wants to destroy itself rather than continue."

"That's...good advice, Boss Lady," Mike says as he takes the notebook from you.

You roll your eyes at the nickname, "just get your butt to work, young man. I expect an update from you by the end of next week."

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory;

@kingliam2019; @late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @ozwriterchick; @ronearoundblindly

@thecrandle

[two-white-butterflies]

two white butterflies | d. targaryen

Description: He begins dating a singer, and you kinda hate the spotlight. Pairing: accomplished!daemon targaryen/singer!reader.

"How do you even open this?" you gruff while attempting to open the bottle of wine sitting aimlessly on your countertop. Daemon, your boyfriend of eight years, lets out a chuckle - watching with amusement while you struggle with opening the merlot. "If you need my help, tell me." he takes a casual sip of his black coffee.

His independent girl.

"I can do it," you encourage yourself while gathering all the strength you can muster in taking the cork off. It was supposed to be easy because of the tool - but it only made it feel harder. After a few more seconds of struggling, you finally give in.

You take a step towards him - poking his sides slightly and his attention is torn from the newspaper. "Can you help me?" you flash him those puppy eyes and he hums, taking the bottle and the unscrewer from your hands - opening the bottle with ease.

"Why are you drinking so early in the morning, princess?" he asked, returning his attention back to the newspaper. A small sigh escapes your mouth, remembering the current problem on your hands. "I feel like - I'm entering my flop era," you complain, pouring yourself a glass of wine. His eyebrows merged into each other.

"Meaning?" he inquired - not fully versed with the slang.

"I've finally reached the point in my career where no one gives a fuck about me." you breathed, remembering the speech that your manager gave about streaming numbers - and how you didn't have enough. "I give a fuck about you," he whispered, forgetting about the newspaper for a moment and wrapping his arms around you.

"I give a fuck about you too," you lean into his touch - and he begins to bury his face on the crook of your neck.

There was a niche part of the music industry that belonged solely to you - but with the revolutions in music, the fans have forgotten about you. They've forgotten about their aesthetic roots of americana.

"- I feel pressured right now, the label is counting on me to come up with songs." you rant, knowing that failure was about to follow you. This was about to be your fourth studio album - and everyone knows about the 'fourth' curse. "We'll come up with songs together," he promised, pressing a soft kiss on your collarbone.

He'd do everything to make you happy.

(your full name): 'White Dress' out at 12 AM EST. makeup by @archiemakeup photo by @professordaemontargaryen

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tyronebelmonte: NO WAY BECAUSE THE GUY WHO TOOK THE PHOTO IS MY PROFESSOR 🤩

y/nworld: w'ere so excited 🧡

Another sigh escapes your mouth seeing the numbers on your instagram. Only a hundred thousand likes - nothing compared to the millions you had when you were starting out.

Daemon takes the phone out of your hands.

"Stop checking it," he commanded, closing your phone and settling it down the night table. He hates the way that your eyes held nothing but sadness in it nowadays. "- numbers don't matter, your voice and your songs sound amazing." he added - complimenting you and pressing soft kisses on your lips.

Part of the reason he fell for you - was because of your voice.

It was akin to a siren.

"I'm too old for this," you pout, burying your face in his chest.

It was nice when you were eighteen - but now that you were twenty-eight. You were 'nearing' expiration simply because they couldn't fetishize your age anymore.

"Darling, you're 28 and I'm 35 - you're too young for this. Believe me." he hummed, placing a strand of your hair away from your face.

spongebobmultifandom: Missing this era of Y/N L/N, now she's just 💀...ion wanna talk.

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kingdomfall_7: she kinda looks too old now 😭

bitchesandbananas9123: I thought I was the only one lol

(your full name): if you don't have anything good to say, please keep your mouth shut. 😊

"A fucking hatepost has more likes than my actual post," you rant - throwing your phone loudly on the mattress. Tears began flowing out of your eyes while your lover does his best to comfort you. "Hey," he wrapped his arms around you - thinking that it would be enough to bring you to reality.

"If you want to run away from this - I have no complaints." he suggested, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Running away was going to be the bravest thing you've ever done.

y/nworld_whitedressera: "This is going to be the last song I sing for all of you. I had a fun time changing everything and writing songs that I shared, but this is the end of the line." - Y/N L/N while singing "Nothing New" in Taylor Swift's Eras Tour.

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(your full name): Releasing the deluxe version of Blue Bannisters, with bonus song "Violets for Roses".

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madelinediaz: I'm about to throw hands, who hurt mom?

y/nlover: NOT YA'LL MAKING MY AESTHETIC COCAINE PRINCESS QUIT HER JOB 😭 I DON'T WANNA GO BACK TO LISTENING TO RAP MUSIC

ShakiraFAN: The song is so sad, we're gonna miss you 🥺

Y/N L/N, WHERE IS SHE NOW?

The songstress had a blossoming career and a cult-like following, however she suddenly fell of the grid after her grammy winning song 'White Dress.'

According to insiders, the singer couldn't handle the hate that comes with fame - and the music industry's double standards.

She is currently married to Dr. Daemon Targaryen M.D. P.hD and is living in Spain. "I'm happier than ever and I'm still writing songs, but now - he's the only one allowed to listen." the former-singer reports.

y/nworld: ppl in her label say that there was supposed to be another album after "Blue Bannisters" named "Chemtrails Over the Country Club" AND WE DIDN'T HAVE THE CHANCE TO HEAR IT.

maybe_y/n: listened to her leaked album (toaster quality recording) and now the only thing i want is for it to be published (it never will)

part two is how to disappear

@watercolorskyy

[dahoizlovee]

The Lost Tribes of Pandora | CH.1

Chapter 1 - Cave Navi's

About: THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORY! This fan-fiction has nothing to do with any cannon characters, it just takes place in the world of pandora. A'kyo like most her age has ignored the war that has plagued her people for generations, now with her sister and cousin in danger she's forced to take matters into her own hands. She will stop at nothing to protect the ones close to her or die trying.

“They're like feral animals really. Owl like eyes with talons on each finger. With exaggerated proportions they resemble alien-like creatures more than other navi. Unknown faces with an unknown name, or at least that’s what my sister tells me. She claims that many other navi tribes cowards at just the sight of our people.”

Deep inside the cave systems on the planet Pandora was a small decorated hole in the wall, surrounded by dead animal skin/furs. Which resided a young girl; lying on the same materials that was scattered around her home. She let out a deep sigh before throwing her writing materials across the room and flopping backwards, staying still in her mimicked bed until the flaps of her doorway were whisked open. 

In walked a giant of a woman, her overly towering physique matched her uncanny beauty. She had one working eye and scars running all over her skin, with coordinating muscles that would put any body builder to shame. The brute goddess walked over and picked up the discarded makeshift book and pen.

“What is this?” she says with amusement in her voice. Refusing to sit up, the smaller girl answers.

“It's for timekeeping, momma told me to start writing down my day to relieve stress, unfortunately it's doing the opposite”

“Oh? is it because nothing important ever happens to you”

She shoots her a warning glare

“I just don't have much to say…why are you here Eula, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready, they can't start without their guest of honor���

“Wow snappy is that all you have to say-”

Eula jumps on her sister's bed and rolls on top of her making her yelp.

“I spend all my time away at war fighting for our peace and all I come back to is you scribbling away-”

“Get off me Eula! I'm serious!- You fat-”

“Watch it!”

Eula digs her elbows deeper in her sister’s spleen.

“As General I command you give me a proper greeting”

“Ok! Ok! My great big warrior sister, I'm so glad your home! Now please- Up! Up! I can't brea-”

Eula quickly slides off her to avoid suffocating her and sits on her floor as she watches her sister catch her breath.

“A’kyo- my favorite sister-”

“Your only sister” she cut her off with annoyance.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready as well” A’kyo didn't say anything, just stared at her with confusion.

“You are performing tonight right? A’fae is looking for you”

“No! It’s not my turn tonight I-…shi-”

Eula holds her laughter as A’kyo hops off her bed and starts searching for her dance ritual pieces that are scattered over the room. Throwing everything on rushing out the dimly lit room and down the rocky pathway.

On foot it took A’kyo several minutes to reach the center of Wa’untsa, which is the equivalent of a big city. Normally it wouldn’t have taken so long for anyone else but she moved her space closer to the back tunnels and away from civilization. A’kyo has never been good at interacting with others.

Once in the crowd she was surrounded by shops, loud noises, and other faces familiar to hers, her people. They continued on with their night like she wasn't standing there in the middle of traffic in her traditional costume with a confused face on. It was hard to see, the cave illuminated bright tonight. She squinted looking around hoping to see her big headed cousin A’fae. But her thoughts were interrupted as her shoulder was yanked back; she turned back with a quickness anger in her eyes ready to put however in their place. Only to meet face to face with her cousin.

“Where have you been!?” 

Her face softens 

“looking for you!” she looks over his shoulder “where’s Khini?”

“The ceremony is gonna start soon, so I told him to hold our spots while i looked for you”

“Oh-”

“Yes oh! Why did it take you all day to get here? I told you to be at the training ground hours ago!” He says in a whisper yell as he turns and walks towards the ceremony.

“Calm down, it's not that serious” she follows suit.

“It is!…it took us ninety-one moons to get let back in the dance circle-”

“That's cause you set a council member’s robe on fire, you were rightfully kicked out…I was booted by association”

 A’fae turns back and stops in his tracks.

“It was not my fault I- where is your festival paint! You look bare! Sick even! You know what, we don't have time for this”.

He yanks her hand before taking off in the opposite direction, running at full speed.

It was dark and quiet, hundreds of Wen’yabawba sat feet to back around an invisible large circle; waiting for the show to begin. Behind a cave wall were a line of dancers waiting for their que, one stood out greatly. At the very end of the line was an unusually tall boy with a matching long nose, sweat dripping from every pore and his ear tucked down. Chewing on his hands as he looked around anxiously waiting.

“Where are they?” he whispered to himself.

“Maybe they fell off a cliff, or broke a nail, or maybe-”

“Maybe they’re just late” a’kyo cuts him off.

Khini's face was almost pale, if it wasn’t for the face paint it would look like he was going to throw up. He opened his mouth to say something but their que was called. Loud banging of drums was all to be heard as they filed out from behind the wall, using their whole bodies in a synchronized dance. Moving fastly stepping and jumping from inbetween sitting Wen’yabawba’s to the center opening circle. 

A’kyo wasn’t the strongest dancer, oftentimes forgetting moves; but tonight she was in total sync with Khini and A’fae. At Least she should be, day and night they've forced her to train for this. No mistake could be taken, since welcoming the tropes home after any battle was a big deal. All was going well until A’fae’s headpiece straps got loose dipped down below his temples, with loss of vision he struggled to keep up with the complicated moves and accidentally grabbed Khini’s beaded chest piece which snapped causing small beads to spray everywhere. Making them both slip, fall, and take down the innocent bystander besides them. One by one each dancer fell like dominos.

A’kyo surprisingly was the last one standing. Truly not realizing what just went down, since her eyes were tightly closed this entire time. She could hear the commotion but decided to ignore it. Afraid she was going to mess up, she had shut them at the beginning to keep up with the beat rather than the people around her. The banging on the drums got louder making A’kyo dance harder, her heart raced in sync and she was glazed in sweat.

The crowd started to get louder as her feet hit the ground, chanting her family name. This was setting A’fae off, how was an untalented dancer like herself able to keep going. And how was everyone loving this, even the fallen dancers were getting back up and cheering for her. Letting the devil on his shoulder win, he stuck his foot out behind her making her trip fall backwards and land right in the lap of Their people’s Tsahik.

Trying to assess the damage she just caused, she looked for reassurance only to see an old hag mean mugging her. Both parties were beyond not thrilled. While trying to get up A’kyo caught her sister in the crowd, failing to not die on her own laughter, making both A’kyo and the elder more mad.

Sitting on a cold hard rock floor forced to be segregated from the rest of the ceremony by a thin tent sheet was how A’kyo, Khini, and A’fae were spending their night. Waiting for their punishment to come, for ruining tonight's event. The cousins of the trio had both of their arms folded with angry expressions plastered on their faces. Khini had to sit in between them to stop bloodshed.

After what felt like forever a very stoic pair of ladies walk in, sharing the same face yet one older and one extremely younger. The older one had hair braided all the way down her back and her calf. She had a consistent face of disapproval along with short nails to show off her senior statue. Ready to deliver the discipline of the night she's the first to sit down in front of the group. Unapologetically smoking from a long narrow grass woven funnel.

“I just wanted to say I'm so sorry for tonight! We didn-”

Khini wasn’t able to get all of his words out before the Tsahik put her hand up silencing him.

 “I’ve notice something while you were dancing out there A’kyo”

A’kyo picked her head up, creating eye contact with the elder.

“You could be so great if you weren’t tied down to these two”

She points to A’fae and Khini, A’fae turns his face up at those words, wanting to spit venom back at the old lady.

“It’s always you three though, causing trouble-”

“Can you just tell us what our punishment is, oh wise great elde-”

Reaching over in light speed A’kyo twist A’fea’s lips up into her grasp. Khini jolts back in fear, physically having to choke down his vomit.

“As you three know tonight wasn’t any celebration, it was extra special because our warriors have come back from gaining victory over the Canco’mot river…unfortunatley you three have soiled this joy filled night, i could go on and on about how you all share the blame-”

“Please spare us”

A’fae interrupted again, this time inviting A’kyo’s death glares.

Tssahik blows her smoke into his face.

“Dishonor! Disgrace!”

“Mother…”

Being interrupted once again except this time by a small whisper that comes from behind them, it belongs to the forgotten girl in the corner; standing as still as a statue.

“We will soon miss the rest of the ceremony”

This girl’s voice was supposed to be saving grace, but A’kyo could only stare daggers into her skull. To A’kyo it would be best if the girl never spoke at all; Fuhara was her name. Short and round faced, covered head to toe in the finest minerals the cave could produce. She was the people’s princess, and bestfriends with both Khini and A’fae. In any other case the repercussion for the trio’s actions would be harsher but because she was there automatically it was lightened. A’kyo could tolerate a lot but Fuhara just wasn’t one of them, she could feel herself lose years off of her life with every breath Fuhara took. 

“Right, you three will go in place of tonight's scheduled gathers, all the way outside!”

The energy in the room shifted, Khini could feel his heart in his ears, tears in his eyes, and his lunch in his throat.

“Oh great mother take me now” he clenches his chest before falling into A’kyo’s arms.

“You can’t do that w-we aren’t experienced gathers…we’ll die!” A’kyo yelled while holding Khini.

“I can't?! I can do as I please, you on the other hand are starting to resemble your cousin”

She notices A’kyo shift uncomfortably in her sea after that statement

“…feeling bouncy?leap!”

She says with hostility as she leans in closer to blow her smoke in A’kyo’s face.

“Don’t make me take back my previous compliment-”

“Take it!” 

A’kyo practically drops Khini to pull herself closer to the smoke polluted wench.

“A’kyo! Mother! Don’t you think this is a bit extreme?”

There were a few seconds of silence before Fuhara’s mother's anger erupted.

“Silence to all of you! I am Tsahik! You aren’t even supposed to be here so hold your tongue!...All of you disrespect! ”

She stands abruptly and struts out.

Wasting no time Khini also gets up to leave so he can throw up his previous fear puke.

A war has plagued the Wen’yabawba’s for centuries, forcing them to retreat to safety provided by the caves on Pandora. Generations never knowing what’s on the other side. So with that knowledge being put out is punishment far worse than death. But now that’s the reality for our main trio, of course they are accompanied by an experienced gather; Chima. Who was annoyed with having to spend his night babysitting three adult babies who won't detach from each other. 

“Hugging won’t get much done” he shouts back while walking ahead.

“I can’t even open my eyes let alone let go, I feel ill!” Khini cried out.

Sandwich in between them was A’fae who looked tired and ready to go.

“Well your missing a lot I can't even put in words how incredible this all is”

 He states as he whips his head around to take the new surroundings. As A’kyo was about to agree with his statement he ripped his body from the safety hug. Away from A’kyo’s grip he ran ahead to Chima making A’kyo curse out for him to get back here. 

“Oh do forgive me elder A’kyo!” He shouts.

“A’fae I have to look over you come back here-”

“Trust me your hands are greatly filled with your courageless scaredy manchild…Mrs.rhythmically challenged!” 

Taking off in a full sprint while laughing knowing he successfully pissed off his older cousin in the way she pissed him off earlier. A’kyo’s whole body was lit a flame with having a mental battle about chasing after A’fae and leaving Khini, finally deciding to not let his comment slide, she let go of her friend and pursued him. 

Three different memories were being made all at once. Khini's fear ridden body was shaking like a leaf in a storm trying to grasp why all of his senses were being flooded. His pupils were dilated in reaction to him trying to absorb all of the outside world. While A’fae soaked in all the pleasures of being able to run non stop without colliding with a wall, allowing him to push his body to the brink of exhaustion.

A’kyo right on his tail trying to keep her built up anger from going out, her night was ruined by her cousin's selfish actions yet the wind on her face and warm wet grass under her toes made her feel more than gleeful. Chima watches this all from a distance. Liking to see the first time reactions of his people experiencing the unknown world, it brought joy to him since very few are exposed to this. 

Well that was until A’kyo finally caught up to A’fae. Jumping mid air like a spider monkey to tackle him to the ground. During their brawl they rolled off a cliff.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 17

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 a cat in the morning. A hand kept running over my head in soothing motions and I twitched an ear. "Morning." Severus whispered in my ear. I rolled over onto my back and stretched, my paws reaching up towards the ceiling and then I flopped onto my side, all four paws on the right side of my body and mewed, closing my eyes again.

He chuckled. "Tired?"

"Meow."

"Figures." He said, sounding amused. "You were up late last night."

I meowed again, standing up on his chest, and stretching. Then I walked across his chest and licked his cheek with my tiny tongue. Then I hopped off the bed and became human again.

"Oh good." He said, standing up too. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me roughly. I closed my eyes, welcoming everything.

He moved his lips to the side of my neck. "Careful." I whispered. "You already left one mark on me and Umbridge is still poking around." But I was shivering with excitement.

"You don't seem to want me to be careful." He whispered gently, his lips touching my neck. I could just barely fell the tip of his tongue.

"It's your head. . ." I muttered weakly.

He bit me gently and I let out a little moan of ecstasy, trembling with anticipation. I moved my hand so that I could lift his face to mine and I was so rough in my kiss that I accidentally bit his bottom lip- it really wasn't intentional. He wrapped his arms around me so tight I thought he was going to break something and I could feel my back pressed up against the wall.

I could feel his long hair against my face, I could feel one hand on the small of my back, the other wrapped underneath my ass. I could feel his lips and his tongue on mine. I felt everything. Goosebumps rose up on my arms and I tightened them around the back of his head.

"Fuck. . ." I muttered softly.

"How bad you are." he whispered, his lips a quarter of an inch above mine. I had another heart palpitation at those words. "You really should be good. . ." and he pressed his lips to mine again.

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"𝕳𝖎 𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞." 𝕴 said brightly, joining him and Ron in the Great Hall for lunch. He looked very downcast and kept shooting looks up at the teachers table. "What's wrong?"

"Umbridge went to the Minister again." Harry spat out. "Fred, George, and I still got the life time ban and she took our brooms."

"What!" I asked, my smile dropping off my face and I sat down. "She can't. . . I guess she can. . ."

"But the Minister said you did nothing wrong apparently." Hermione said soothingly to me. "So you're still Captain. She can't do anything about it."

"And Draco?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Still on the Slytherin team." Ron said bitterly. "His father probably bribed the Minister or something."

Hagrid reappeared at the teacher's table at that moment. Fred, George, and Lee ran up the aisle, roaring with delight to shake Hagrid's hands. I saw other students, however, exchange gloomy glances, especially at the Ravenclaw table.

"Tuesdays going to be a nightmare for you guys." I muttered. "At least I get him tomorrow morning."

Monday morning I trooped down to Hagrid's cabin along with the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Hagrid was waiting for us, a dead cow slung over his shoulders. Many of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws exchanged nervous glances with each other.

"We're workin' in here today! Bit more sheltered! Anyway, they prefer the dark. Right, well, I've bin savin' a trip inter the forest fer yer fifth year. Though we'd go an' see these creatures in their natural habitat. Now, what we're studyin' today is pretty rare, I reckon I'm probably the on'y person in Britain whos' managed ter train 'em. Now then, if yer all ready, let's go an' see 'em."

Hagrid turned and strode into the forest and I followed behind him quickly. The others came after me.

We walked for about ten minutes and we came to a place where the trees stood so closely together that it was almost as dark as though it was twilight. Hagrid dropped the cow on the ground and turned to face the class. His face was a mess but it was well hidden here.

"Gather roun', gather roun'. Now, they'll be attracted by the smell o' the meat but I'm goin' ter give 'em a call anyway, 'cause they'll like ter know it's me." He turned and cupped his hands around his mouth and made some sort of shrieking call. He did it twice more.

I saw them first. Their eyes were blank, white, and shiny. It was hard to see anymore of their body considering they were black in color. The class didn't see them though and from the looks of it, I was the only one who could see them.

"Oh, an' here comes another one!" Hagrid called out and with a shock, I realized that Hagrid could see them. It had never occurred to me before that he could. And I wondered briefly who he had seen die. His father perhaps? But I was sure he'd been at Hogwarts when that happened.

"An' another!" Hagrid said excitedly as a third showed up. "Now put yer hands up, who can see 'em?"

I was the only one in class who raised my hand. I saw some of the Ravenclaws murmuring.

"Yeah. . . I knew you'd be able ter, Elizabeth. Tha' it?" Hagrid asked, looking around. "So these creatures are called Thestrals. Hogwarts has got a whole herd of 'em here. Now, who knows why one of yeh can see it, and other's can't?"

I raised my hand again.

"Go on Elizabeth."

"Only people who have seen someone pass away can see Thestrals." I said, putting my hand down. "That's why people associate them with bad omens. But they aren't really a bad omen, it's only because of the death situation."

"Tha's exactly right." Hagrid said happily. "Ten points ter Hufflepuff. Now, Thestrals usually come as large herds. This particular herd started with five females and one male. This one, name o' Tenebrus, he's my special favorite, firs' one born here in the forest after the male mated with one of the females." He was putting his hand on one of the horses but to everyone else, it looked like it was floating in midair.

Hagrid continued to give us a rundown of the facts about Thestrals and when class was over, I eavesdropped on some of the Ravenclaws.

"That wasn't a horrible lesson." Terry was saying to Anthony, "In fact, as standards go, it was a very interesting lessons. I wonder who Kane watched die."

"It sounds horrible when you put it that way." Anthony said, frowning. "But her parents passed away when she was a baby, maybe it was them."

"Maybe it was Cedric." Terry said and looked over and saw me looking and blushed. I rolled my eyes as they sped up towards the castle.

The next day in Herbology, I saw that Hermione's face was absolutely livid and I assumed the worst.

"You were right." Hermione snapped before I could open my mouth to say anything. "She was absolutely horrible to him."

I kept my mouth shut because Hermione seemed very pissed at me though I wasn't sure why. Then she confronted me after class and I was quite aware about why now.

"You should've told him!" She said angrily as we headed back into the castle. "You should've told him what was going to happen."

"Bloody hell, I'm sorry." I muttered. "But I already tried warning him and you did too and he didn't listen."

There was so much to be done as we entered December too. Hufflepuff played Ravenclaw and though I had foreseen us losing, I caught the snitch in under 17 minutes. I checked the scores and saw that we had won. I wondered why that was but I wasn't going to complain.

There were things to be done as a prefect as well. We had to supervise Christmas decorating, watch first and second-years during their breaks inside classrooms, and also patrol the corridors more often.

I was going to be going home for Christmas. Well, not home home. I was going to Grimmauld place. I hadn't told Sirius but I assumed he'd be happy when I showed up on his doorstep regardless.

I was spending a lot of time in Severus' office when I wasn't doing anything else. I hadn't been back in the forest and I was getting angsty and liked to get rid of my pent up energy by wrestling with him.

"It's freezing in here." I said, my robes draped over the chair. I was sitting in the chair, my feet propped up on his desk while he graded homework and I graded tests. It was cold in the dungeons- I could see my breath misting in the air. "How do you stand it down here?"

"Practice." He said simply. "You get used to it after a while."

I shivered, marking an answer off on the test because it was wrong. My hands started grow numb with cold and I kept putting the quill down to rub my hands together to warm them up again.

Once I was done with the tests, I put them back on his desk and sat down on his bed, wrapping myself in his warm blankets and closed my eyes. I could hear the brief scratches of his quill on the parchment. I dozed briefly until I heard the quill scratches stop and the sound of shoes falling onto the floor.

The bed creaked and he pulled me down so that I was laying next to him. I pressed my feet up against his leg. Somehow, he was still very warm.

"You are cold." He said, sounding immensely surprised and I giggled.

"I did tell you." I said, amused.

"I think your lips are blue." He said seriously.

I pressed my face into his neck. He shivered now. I hesitated for a second and then, blushing, gently bit him. He jumped, not expecting it.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked, pulling away quickly, a worried expression on my face.

He looked at me like it was the first time he was seeing me. "Bloody hell Elizabeth." He said weakly. My hand was on his chest and I could feel his heart was pounding twice as fast as it normally did.

I grinned and lowered my lips back to the same spot, teasing him. He let out a shuddering breath, his hands on my waist. He wasn't pushing me away or pulling me to him, it was more like he was trying to steady himself.

I'd never done this before, but as his heart started to beat faster, I knew I must be doing something right as I ran my tongue down his neck slowly. Then my hands were on the front of his shirt, undoing the upper buttons. He had completely frozen as I finished unbuttoning the last button.

I'd often wondered what he looked like underneath. Sometimes I imagined abs. Sometimes I imagine a smooth stomach. I knew he wasn't fat. I was, however, incredibly impressed with what I saw. He had a full six pack of abs. They weren't the ridiculous kind either that body builders had. He was just. . . solid.

He started to laugh, a low laugh. "You look surprised."

I didn't answer, just trailed my fingers over his abs. I had a mental image of me running my tongue over his abs and blushed beet red. He put his hand on my face and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

I blushed even redder and shook my head, looking away. "Nothing." I said softly.

He cupped my chin in one hand so that I was looking at him. "Really?" He asked softly, amused.

I blushed darker. "Er-"

He pulled my face down lower so that our noses were touching. "Really?" He breathed, his breath tickling me.

"Um-"

He pulled me down so that our lips touched and I was filled with a sudden energy and gripped his waist with my legs, tightening them on either side of him. There was a sudden urgency within me that made me feel that if I didn't kiss him, I was going to die.

He received me eagerly and he rolled over so that he was on top of me, pressing himself down on me. My hands were in his hair, I didn't know where his hands were because all I could think about were his lips on mine.

"Stay for Christmas." He murmured suddenly against my cheek.

"I can't." I said. "I already said I was going home- well, not home- but you know. I don't want Sirius to be alone for Christmas."

He made a sound that might've been out of disgust in the back of his throat and I tried to resurface to glare at him. "Be nice." I stressed.

"I am nice." he murmured, his lips on the right side of my neck.

I giggled. "Besides, why would I stay? I'm at least able to escape Umbridge for a couple weeks."

He groaned. "Fair point, but you could spend Christmas with me."

I smiled at him. "I would but you're not going to be alone here. Sirius is."

He frowned down at me. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"What a child." He muttered, kissing me. I pouted. "Still being a child." he said, amused. I stuck my tongue out again, touching his lips, and he pressed his lips to mine again with renewed vigor.

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[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Truth or Dare (Obey Me!) fanfic

content: Several of the Avatars of Sin are having a sleepover with their beloved pact human. Who is asked a very pointed question. Established relationships, casual talk, romance, fluff, slight angst, just hanging out vibes.

The room was full of chatter and munching. Since there was snacks and boxes of pizza spread out amongst the current sleepover attendants. Mammon was in his customary sleeveless tank top and sweatpants to be laying right beside Marzena with his phone out. Asmodeus was sitting up in his comfy pajamas to be doing Satan's nails. While Beelzebub munched on a huge bag of hellfire newt chips to soon reach over and feed one to Marzena. Who happily took the offering to then turn and give Mammon a kiss on the cheek. Making Mammon grin as he stated, "Let's play a game! I vote we play-"

Asmodeus sighed as Satan cut Mammon off. The Avatar of Wrath saying point blank, "No betting or gambling. That was a rule. But we might play Truth or Dare together. We haven't done such in ages." Mammon pouted as Marzena nodded. "I wouldn't mind doing so. Who wants to go first?" Asmodeus grins to be the one to say with veiled innocence, "Why not our wonderful lady?" Beelzebub looks to Marzena as she huffs openly. "Oh fine. But Satan asks the question."

Satan thinks a moment as the others wait. But then he asks with a slight bit of trepidation, "Who among us do you like the least?" All the others sit up straighter as Beelzebub notes, "Wait. There's someone out of us that Marzena dislikes? That can't be right. Marzena adores all of us." But Asmodeus has that glint in his gaze to sound highly pleased. "Oh my. A very good question. I was aware there was one of us you didn't take to very quickly. But let's sweeten the deal. Out of us brothers, who is your least favorite?"

Marzena gave a hard groan to then flop herself face first into her pillow. Yet she did answer the question with a trace of sadness. "Belphegor..." This had Beelzebub drop the bag of chips to look heartbroken. Which has Mammon note out loud, "Not that surprising. I mean, he didn't make the best of impressions. What with the whole getting locked up for hating humans and... Well..." The whole group shivers as Marzena lifts her head up. "Not that. I forgave Belphie and am able to accept how terrible the situation was for everyone. So it's not really for that reason, Mams. It's more that he and I just don't really click on a personal level. We don't have much in common. I like things he finds dumb. He enjoys being asleep while I enjoy being active. There's only one thing we really can agree on whole heartedly."

The demons hang on every word as their beloved pact human turns to Beelzebub to then have her sit up. Until she sits herself in Beelzebub's lap to hug him tight and give him a few face kisses. "Belphegor and I absolutely love and want the best for this big hearted teddy bear. Our most sweet and protective huggable bug in the three realms." Beelzebub gave a hum to then get his smile back and snuggle Marzena close. His chips forgotten as he sighed a happy sound and said, "I love hugs. Especially when it's from you, Marzena. But it would be nice if you tried to strengthen your bond with my twin. Please?"

Marzena chuckled to nod and then give Beelzebub a chaste kiss. Which had him openly grin as Mammon swiped up the discarded chips to have a few. His words holding a bit of scheming as he said, "Right. Now then. Satan. Your turn. Truth or dare? How many cats have you snuck into the house this time?" Satan looked like a deer in headlights to then openly growl out, "Dare! I will do a dare!"

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Business Arrangements

Featuring: Castel, Voss, the he-queen of Delhon City Synopsis: The Castle bakery has been operating in south Delhon city without paying its Underground tax for a long time. Its owner, Castel, takes a little trip to fix that. In the least lethal way possible.

Closing the cafe was always a relief at the end of the night. As much as Castel loved to bake all day, flopping face first onto something soft was far more appealing right now. Gatsby had gone home ages ago- Cas needed to prep a few things for tomorrow- so the only company he had was the sound of his keys jingling as he locked up. Even the street was dead.

That was, of course, until the near silent vehicle pulled to a stop at his curbside. He didn’t notice until the sound of the door rolling open startled him.

“Mr. Baclef, I presume? Heard you was real tall,” called the troll who got out. He was armed unsubtly-two holsters at his chest- and freckled as Castel could ever hope to be. He was also a good two feet shorter, but that sort of thing often didn’t help Cas as much as it should. He wore a lazy, serene smile, and deeply tired looking eyes. They were green in all the places they weren’t teal, and looking in at Castel in a way that bordered on lecherous.

“Uh, C- I prefer Castel, but yes.” He stammered, foolishly shoving his keys into his pocket. “Can I… help you?” The tealblood rolled his neck, perhaps thinking of his answer for a bit longer than necessary.

“Wellllll, not me exactly,” he said, stepping in the direction Castel did, drawing one of his guns. “Y’see, an associate of mine, big blue guy, you know him? Yeah you know him- y’see he told me-” He blocked Castel again. “-that-” Once more. “-geeze, you’re awful rude to a guy with a gun aren’t you? Can you at least let me finish? There we go, atta boy. Now. I heard you said something to one of my associates, to the effect of “If your boss wants my business so bad he can talk to me in person”? That you, big guy?”

“I- I don’t recall.” Castel had a knife on his belt by Orphia’s insistence, but it felt more than useless right now.

“Mm, sure you don’t,” the tealblood hummed, haphazardly twirling his weapon in the air. “Well, I’m here to take you up on that. Name’s Voss.”

“You…” Castel cleared his throat a bit, straightening up. “You’re not what I expected.”

“Oh, no, no, no sugar pop, not me. Though I’m downright flattered.” Voss paced a bit closer, almost within touching range. “Uh, why don’t you think of me as say… your chauffeur. Mr. S don’t like to come out in person too much, y’see. Not for this, anyways.”

“I…” A rock sank to the pit of Castel’s stomach and lower. That van was certainly just big enough to fit him.

“Is this a kidnapping?” He asked, a deer in headlights, almost literally. Voss let out a laugh.

“Only if that’s your thing, Castel. Can I call you Cass? I like Cass, less syllables. Anyway. Get in the van please.” Cas tried as subtly as he could to twitch his fingers to his belt.

"And… if I don't?" It was a stall for time- if he could just-

"Oh the list of things that I'm allowed do…" Voss sighed, idly pointing his gun at Castel's sneaking hand. Finger ready on the trigger. "You definitely don’t wanna hear it. If you're half as smart as you are cute you'll go for a drive with us. Hour or two. Tops."

The van was more… comfortable than Castel thought it would be, given the circumstances. Even with his knees nearly folded up to his ears. Voss had bound his hands in front of him for “Safety purposes, y’see.” He also took his knife, just in case. Voss sat cross legged in the back of the van next to him on the floor. At some point after Cas was properly restrained, he’d produced a rubix cube from somewhere.

“So, like.,” he started, fiddling with it without even looking. “Big fan of your blueberry muffins.”

“Ah, you’re the one Dale picks them up for, then?” Castel watched his hands, one side already totally red. Focusing on his hands was perhaps a better idea than thinking too hard about the bumps in the road.

"Uh huh. Got a bad sweet tooth on me. Been tryin' to make a batch half as good, but there's something… missing."

“I use my own blueberries,” Castel sighed, wondering if all kidnappings were this… relaxed. “From my garden.” Sure he’d been threatened with some intense weaponry, but aside from that he’d hardly been touched. Or even yelled at. Maybe he was simply too much of a pushover to be worth that, though.

“Oooh that’ll do it,” Voss said with a nod, orange side done. “I’ll have to see if I can keep one of them bushes alive. Never been great at the whole gar-”

The van went over a bump that jostled the both of them hard. The seats had been removed just to fit all eight something feet of Castel in the back, so he shot up nearly to the roof. Voss just fell over.

“Watch where the FUCK you’re going you dumb asshole!” He shouted, banging on the black glass divider between them and the driver. “We got precious cargo back here! Not to mention our purpleblood buddy!” He sighed frustratedly, then turned back to Castel. “Amature drivers, amiright, Cass?”

“Uh… huh.”

The ride could have been long, could have been short. Anticipation made it feel like days. Every second they spent on the road smacked Castel in the face. He'd told no one to expect him- they know how long it takes him in the back sometimes. He wondered if they'd somehow known that when they sent Voss to pick him up.

"Where exactly-" 

A knock from the other side of the glass cut him off. He hadn’t even noticed that they stopped moving.

"'Bout fucking time," Voss grumbled crawling to Castel's side. He used the pink knife he'd taken off Castel to undo the several zip ties it took to properly restrain him.

"We both know you're smart enough not to try anything, don't we big guy?" Voss said to Cas' puzzled expression. Castel opened his mouth to say something, but lost it when the door rolled open again. He could see nothing past the massive head of the feline that appeared there.

"Oh, oh no, no no, absolutely not-" He started to scramble back further into the van. Voss rolled his eyes, yanking him back through the door with more strength than Cas was expecting. 

"Princess don't bite unless you scare her, Cass." 

Voss shoved him out into a surprisingly large courtyard, with an even more enormous mansion attached. It was not the sort of place that looked like it should fit within city limits, but their drive couldn't have been that long. Could it? 

Taking in his surroundings was low on his list of priorities at the moment. He could only have eyes for Voss and the big cat that was, at the very least, a lusus. The door slamming behind them again jumped Cas out of his thoughts. 

Princess let Voss push Castel past her, following dutifully behind them up the small ramp to the front door. On either side of the double doors was a massive olive and a bigger blueblood- the blue Castel recognized.

"Dalein."

"Hey Cass," he said, more sheepishly than a door guard ought to be. "Uh. Sorry?"

"Don't talk to him," Voss said to either one or both of them. The olive pushed the door in for them. Princess brushed past Castel's long skinny legs, making him jump closer to Voss.

"Aw, skittish much?" Voss teased as they entered the manor. "Would holding my hand help?" Cas wrinkled his nose and said nothing. When his eyes properly adjusted to the inside he gasped.

For as big as his own home was, it wasn't this extravagant. There couldn't possibly be enough marble on Alternia to line those floors and walls, could there be? Certainly not anymore. The lavishly decorated foyer could have fit his bakery in it twenty times at least- not to mention that he could have stood on his own shoulders three times and barely brushed the ceiling. It made him feel… small. He wasn't sure anything ever had.

"Pretty, ain't it?" Voss grinned, pushing him forward. "Where's Mr. Smiles at, huh Princess?"

The tiger made some small noise in the back of her throat, seemingly as acknowledgement as she slinked forward, taking the lead in place of Voss. He held tight to Castel’s arm as he led him deeper into the manor. Dozens of paintings and statues lined the walls, but Cas couldn't absorb what any of them looked like.

What sort of person owned a hive like this? Who needed ceilings high enough to accommodate the tallest trolls on Alternia and then some? That lusus' eyes were an unnaturally bright emerald, but that didn't mean anything. Was he a mutant? Could he be? It would make the secrecy make more sense, as if it already didn't. 

Orphia had warned him once about doing business in the city. He wished he had listened to her- hadn't kept Dale's visits quiet so she didn't worry. Now he was deep in the lion's den with no one expecting him for… hours… 

The shock of being kidnapped was starting to wear off now. Cas wasn’t sure when he’d started shaking, or if it was ever going to stop, or if he’d live past the next twenty minutes, or if he’d ever see anyone again… “Ors” and “what ifs” started piling up in his mind, somewhere between Voss and the tiger. They threatened to topple him over, if his clumsy, jittery legs didn’t do it first. 

He had powers didn’t he? But what use was he like this- anxious, without practice and his actual eye? 

"Ay, Alternia to Castel," Voss said, snapping his fingers up in his face. They had reached a door near the other end of the mansion. Cas didn't realize they'd walked that much already. He swallowed nothing, mouth too dry to even form words.

“Aww, cat got your tongue, kid?” Voss teased. He and Princess swapped places so he could open the door.

The room might as well have been a closet compared to the rest of the hive. The ceiling was just high enough to to accommodate Castel's horns, and the room- office? had about as much space as his bakery's back room. The white walls were interrupted by dark panels of blue and expertly decorated shelves, making it feel like an airy prison.

It wasn't the room that made Castel's heart nearly burst out of his chest, but the jadeblood sitting at the dark wood desk. His horns were familiarly shaped, but far, far taller. Wrong shaped pieces of Salvad's face, weathered and wrinkled, looked at him with a polite smile. His old capped fangs glinted dangerously as he stood. Castel wondered if Salvad knew about him. If his insistence that he didn’t have any curiosity about ancestors and things like that was because he knew about him.

Because he wanted to keep him away from him.

"Mr. Baclef," said the troll with his friend’s beauty marks and moving fangs. “A pleasure to finally meet you. I’m sure you understand my inability to do this sort of thing entirely on your terms, hm?” He extended his hand over his desk. Castel stood frozen until Voschi nudged him in the room. 

“Y-you,” Castel stumbled forward, reaching for his hand as politeness took over his body before his brain. “You’re- I-” He whipped his head around for support or perhaps escape, but Voss stationed himself between him and the door. Smiles’ metal finger was cold against Castel’s clammy hands.

“You can call me Mr. Smiles. Take a seat,” he said, gesturing to a heavy leather chair facing his desk. “We have a couple things to talk about. Won’t take long.” Castel did as he was told, only half hearing him over the sound of his own pulse. He’d screwed up majorly. He should have listened to Orphia- he should have told her the second Dale had started showing up. The second he’d heard Smiles’ name. In his naïvete he’d almost certainly pushed Mr. Smiles to something drastic.

As he spoke, Castel tried to focus on something, anything about him to ground him. He sauntered around his desk, leaning up against it as he gave his pitch.

“I understand how difficult it is to start a business in Delhon, believe me I do.” His accent betrayed old Delhonian. The type of old only heard from the sitting Delhon heiress’ advisor. He had earrings dangling in the mane of his hair. Gold. Shaped like little suns. Eclipsed by black every time he moved his head.

“That section of the city is terribly dangerous, you know. Or it can be, if you’re unlucky. I feel like I’ve been very patient in waiting for the answer I want.”

His curls framed his face the way Salvad’s did on the rare occasions he left his hair down. Thin scars marred his arms, barely visible but very present. Even small in stature, the man was solid. Scarily so. He held himself up about ten feet taller than he looked with centuries of confident violence.

“I won’t let you leave without us coming to an agreement, Baclef.”

He had two guns at his back. Both of them were teal trimmed, but not exactly Voss’ color. Some part of Castel’s stomach churned, but he couldn’t interrogate why before Smiles shot:

“Your ancestor wasn’t this quiet.”

Castel’s attention fully snapped back to what he was saying. Smiles raised his eyebrows, almost amused.

“There you are, hello, welcome back to Alternia.” Smiles poked one of his horns, metal digit sending uncomfortable vibrations down to his scalp. “I was under the impression that La Corps was going to end the lineage of you terrible, terrible people. Unless you crawled out of one of my caverns? Tsk. Wonder if I still have Father Jortis’ number.”

“What do you want from me?” Castel’s mouth was too dry to make the words fully form, but Smiles’ big ears caught every frightened syllable. He flashed him a smile. Cas felt like his veins were full of ice. Perhaps lead, with how difficult fear made it to move.

“Only to keep you safe in Delhon, hon,” he said with a genuine air of concern in his voice. “I have a vested interest in small businesses started up in my territory.”

“I didn’t know,” Castel whispered weakly, head swimming with his ancestor’s journal entries. Was he there? He knew about Jortis, was Smiles hidden on those pages somewhere?

“No, of course not, but it’s an easily rectified situation, isn’t it?” The sweet of Smiles’ tone almost made Castel want to cry. “Give me half The Castle and I’ll keep it very very much not on fire. Maybe even keep your little… caverns breach a secret, hm?”

No! He wanted to yell and fight and tell him off, but Castel was weak. Weak and between four guns, and being threatened with the only thing his ancestor had ever been afraid of catching up to him. What Syraah had been reluctant to say she’d hid them both from when she brought them here so many sweeps ago.

Castel looked Smiles in the eyes for the first real time. Long lashes, deeply tired, feline pupils wide and black with a hate that his tone didn’t betray at all. Without them in little slits, they almost resembled his friend’s. He wasn’t capable of hate like this, though.

“Salvad,” was the word that came out of Castel’s mouth. Thinking of him put him on the tip of his tongue, made him slip. Perhaps he thought evoking him would make him pop out from behind the desk and save him.

To Castel’s surprise, Smiles’ ever present polite smile faltered to a frown. Voss stiffened at the door.

“Excuse me?” Smiles asked, pretense of sweetness entirely gone.

“I- I don’t know why I said that, I’m sorry, please don’t- he has nothing to do with this, if you know where he is leave him a-” 

Smiles pinched his fingers in front of him, and Castel immediately shut his lips. His eyes flicked back to Voss, who shrugged when Cass’ eyes followed. Smiles swore under his breath, something cracked in him from hearing Salvad’s name alone.

“Boss…” Voss’ voice was soft near the door. Almost… sweet? Smiles’ brow knitted together as he closed his eyes, biting his thumb in frustration.

“I know,” he said. “That doesn’t change this.”

Smiles put his mask back up as if he hadn’t been rattled. Leaned against his desk, relaxed. Gripping the edge like he was about to rip it off.

“Mr. Baclef,” he said, his voice dripping venomous sugar now, “You’re going to give me The Castle. You get to run it as you like, I’m just going to keep preventing bricks from flying through your windows.”  

Emboldened by his distress, Castel said:

“No.”

The left handed open slap across the mouth made him wish he’d said anything else. The edges of Smiles’ finger cut under his bad eye, sending immediate rivulets of blood down his cheek. Castel gripped the arms of his chair, stunned that he hadn’t shot him first.

“Fine,” he snarled. “I’m sure your establishment could use some broken glass and scorch marks.” His angry eyes met Voss’. Castel could swear he heard growling outside the door. “Get him out of here. Don’t touch him either.”

“Yessir,” Voss said with a heavy sigh, opening the door again. “Up, kid.”

Castel wiped the blood from his cheek as he stood, neary stumbling his way into a concussion to boot. Voss led him back out- when had they gone upstairs?- past more furious looking orange big cats, past all of Smiles’ fancy things, past Dale again at the door. All of it was a blur, even the van ride back to the bakery. His shaking was too bad, his mind was racing too hard for him to notice anything. It almost felt like a dream- one that was only proven real by the cut on his cheekbone.

Once Castel had been dumped back outside the bakery, he collapsed to the sidewalk. Voss shouted something out after him that he didn’t catch before it drove off again. Sobs wracked him, reoriented him as he scrambled back against the building to ground himself. It was a a type of panic that made him feel like he was going to die. Right there. His heart would give out. None of his street neighbors would dare check on him. Not after tonight, he was certain.

Coming down off of it felt like he’d been punched in the chest a hundred times. Painful in every part of his aching body, but especially his eyes. The only thing he could think of was to pull out his phone. He had to tell. He needed someone. There was only one thing that could help him now, and he was certain she’d react similarly hearing what just happened.

Finding her contact was instant. Calling her made his teeth chatter.

“Cass?” She picked up almost immediately.

“Orphia,” he said, a dry sob interrupting him, “I messed up really, really badly.”

[tyfinn]

WIP Wednesday

@obsessedwithdavrick tagged me hours ago, but I had to work, so I couldn't post anything. The response I received yesterday on my Tension Tuesday has motivated me to continue that WIP. Here is another little piece...

He had just finished eating and was ready to start the movie when his text notification went off. He just assumed it was Stevie so he didn't even look at it. The notification went off again, so this time he looked. His eyes widened and he sat up straight when he saw who it was. He felt his heart stop for a moment. It was Patrick.

Patrick: Hi David

Patrick: I was wondering if I could call you? If you would be ok with that?

David sat there, frozen, not sure what to do. Marcy said he would call. He honestly didn't think he would. His heart was beating so hard he felt it pounding in his ears. He took a few deep breaths in and out before he responded.

David: Sure 

David stared at his phone waiting for it to buzz. He'll probably change his mind. He's not going to actually call after almost five years. He’ll probably… And then Patrick's face appeared on his screen and David felt his belly do a flip-flop. He closed his eyes.

"Hi, Patrick."

"David! I… I, um, I wasn't sure you'd take my call, and now you answered, I'm not exactly sure what to say. I guess I didn’t plan this out as well as I thought I did…" Patrick rambled.

"What do you want, Patrick? I'm assuming this is because I saw your mom yesterday?" 

"Yes. She was so happy she ran into you, David. She said you looked good."

"And that surprises you? What did you expect, Patrick? That I would shrivel up and let the aging process wreak havoc on my looks?" David spat out.  He really did not intend to sound so bitchy.

"Of course it doesn't surprise me, David. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called…"

"Wait. I'm sorry. It’s just a lot to process. Seeing your mom yesterday and you calling today. But, yes, it was great seeing your mom. How are you? Your mom said your consulting job is going well." Ugh! Small talk. Is that what this has come to, David thought to himself, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling before closing them.

Patrick laughed. "It's a job, David. But, yes, it's going well. What about you?"

"What about me?" 

"How are you doing?"

"Fine. Everything is fine. I may have found three new vendors, so there is that. I was going to email you when I get their contracts finalized."

"That's great, David! I'm happy to hear that. So… the reason I called is… I'm... this is probably a mistake. I better let you go…"

"Patrick, wait. Why did you call? I want to know, please…"

"Okay. I'm going to be in Elmdale on Friday for a small business consultation. I was wondering if maybe I could come by when I'm done? Maybe see the store. See you…"

David's mouth went dry. His mind was racing. "I don't think that is such a good idea, Patrick…"

"You're probably right. I should go. It's just that I've been thinking. A lot. About stuff. About you…"

"Patrick, what I meant was it may not be a good idea to come here. To Schitt’s Creek. But, if you want, I could come to Elmdale and meet you. There is actually something I would like to talk to you about. Business related." 

David held his breath, waiting for Patrick's reply.

Tagging @apothecarose @jesuisici33 @stereopticons @trickiwooao3 and anyone else who a WIP they want to share...

[griseldabanks]

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Requested by Princess of Words from the Fig Tree Discord

Fandom: Sherlock Characters: John and Sherlock Prompt: "Of course we're best friends. No one else would put up with your shenanigans."

Please note that this is part of my kidlock AU, in which John and Sherlock meet when they're 8-ish/9-ish years old (I don't think I've ever specified exactly how old they are).

Maybe he should have picked a different subject. John realized, as he read over the paragraph he'd written for Miss Martin, that he would have to read it out loud in front of the whole class. Maybe he should have picked a movie star or a football player, like most of his classmates probably had.

But when Miss Martin had given them the assignment to write a paragraph about someone they admired, the first person that had leapt into John's mind was Sherlock.

The person I admire most is my best friend Sherlock Holmes. He is very smart. We are the same age, but he is two years ahead of me in school. Sherlock is very good at maths and science, and he wants to be a detective when he grows up. I think he will be a very good one, because he is very smart because he's brilliant because he knows how to do deducktions deductions, which means he can look at clues and figure out what they mean. To be a detective you have to know a lot of things about the world, and Sherlock is always learning new things and telling me about them. That is something I admire in him very much.

John sighed over the piece of notepaper covered with his attempts at summing up what was so amazing about his friend. Nothing he came up with seemed to even scratch the surface. How could he describe the way his heart thrilled every time Sherlock came bounding over to him, dark curls practically sparking with whatever his newest idea was? What words would be enough to explain what it meant to John that someone as unbelievably incredible as Sherlock Holmes wanted to muck around with him, of all people, playing pirates and detectives and mad scientists?

When John sighed again, a groan from across the room followed it up. “Aren't you finished yet? We still need to solve the case of the Camden Garroter!”

John frowned over at Sherlock, who lay on his back on his large bed, hanging backwards off the end because it 'helped him think better.' But now, instead of folding his arms under his chin in his favorite 'thinking pose,' his arms flopped down to either side over his head as he looked pleadingly across the room at John.

“I guess I've finished it,” John said doubtfully. “But I don't know if it's any good....”

“Oh, give it here.” Sherlock didn't flip head-over-heels to the floor, instead rolling over and over until he dropped over the side of the bed and flopped onto the ground, whereupon he scuttled across the room on hands and knees. That was the rule now, after that time he'd passed out after standing up too fast after being in his 'thinking pose' too long. Naturally, he couldn't just sit up slowly like an ordinary person, but had to carry out this bizarre reenactment of a human crab every time.

Reluctantly, John handed over the piece of paper. “Well...you can at least check my spelling, I guess.”

Sherlock knelt on the floor in front of him, poring over the paper. He always finished reading things in a fraction of the time it took John, especially after he'd found that book about speed-reading in the school library. Now he would breeze through an entire book in under an hour, and he was practicing to cut that time down even further.

So John was puzzled when Sherlock just sat there, staring at the page, as the minutes ticked by. Was his writing really so terrible that Sherlock was paralyzed with horror and disgust? Was he angry that John was writing about him? John didn't think his handwriting was so bad Sherlock wouldn't be able to read it....

“Sherlock?” he said hesitantly. When he looked closer, he saw that Sherlock's eyes weren't moving. He wasn't reading the paper, just staring into space. “Sherlock?”

Sherlock finally looked up, his eyes glazed over, lacking their usual intensity. John waited for another minute for Sherlock to say something, or at least to give the slightest indication he hadn't transformed into a statue or something. “Okay, it's getting a bit scary now.”

At this, Sherlock drew in a deep breath, blinking rapidly and finally focusing on John's face. “The first...the first sentence....” he said breathlessly.

“Yes?” John squirmed a little under Sherlock's scrutiny. Was it really so bad that Sherlock hadn't even got past the first sentence?

“Did you really...you really meant that?”

John looked down at the page, where Sherlock was pointing vaguely at the top corner. The person I admire most is my best friend Sherlock Holmes. “Yes, of course,” John said impatiently. He wished Sherlock would get on with making fun of him or berating his word choice or whatever he was about to do.

But Sherlock just kept staring at him, as if he couldn't understand what he was looking at. As if the great Sherlock Holmes, for once, was utterly stumped. “So...I'm your...best...friend?”

Now John was the one staring at him, at a loss for words. How long had they known each other? Months? For practically the whole school year, they'd spent as much time as they could together at school, even though they were in different classes. Every day, one of them would go to the other's house—usually Sherlock's, since there was much more land they could rove around as pirates or explorers or detectives. They'd met while fighting off bullies. John had been there when Redbeard died. Sherlock had confided in him about his parents. John had told him about his dreams of joining the army.

Sherlock had changed John's life completely and irrevocably. And yet...somehow he didn't know they were best friends.

“Of course,” John said, his voice shaking with a disbelieving little laugh. “Of course we're best friends. No one else would put up with your shenanigans.”

Sherlock's eyes looked blue today, John noticed. They widened as John's words sank in, skittering from one of John's eyes to the other and back, as if checking any of the thousand minute details that would give away a lie. John sat there patiently, knowing Sherlock wouldn't find anything other than the simple truth he should have figured out ages ago.

“You know, Sherlock,” John commented when he still didn't say anything, “in moments like these, you're supposed to say something like, 'You're my best friend too.'”

At that, the stunned expression on Sherlock's face broke into a smile as he pushed himself impatiently to his feet. “I don't have friends, John!” he scoffed. He held out his hand with a little grin, full of sincere joy. “I've just got one.”

John grasped his hand and let Sherlock haul him to his feet. They raced off to solve the latest mystery, school assignment fluttering to the floor behind them, forgotten.

[allthatmay]

OMG hope you don't mind me running away with this... (seriously it really got away from me)

Genesis' Most Elaborate Prank:

Sephiroth was thirteen minutes early to his meeting. He'd calculated the moment of his arrival exactly, wanting to ensure that his favourite seat couldn't be usurped by one of the Turks—as usual.

The red-headed one, Reno, seemed to farm some quiet delight from inconveniencing Sephiroth in the most unusual of ways, although how he could tell his antics bothered Sephiroth was a mystery. Sephiroth, after all, was not known for his transparency; theories abounded that he gave his first smile at age thirteen, which could very well be the truth, for all he knew.

"Ah, Sephiroth. You're as punctual as ever."

Director Lazard strode in the meeting room, flanked by the Turks—Tseng, Rude, Reno, and Cissnei. They settled at the end of the table next to Sephiroth, giving Reno the unfortunate opportunity to flop down in the seat beside him, limbs sprawled carelessly, smile crooked and teasing.

"Hey, Sephy," Reno cooed, fluttering his fingers in greeting.

Sephiroth simply inclined his head and took a short sip of coffee. He wished he had opted for an extra shot of espresso.

"Knock it off, Reno," Tseng said.

Reno idly saluted him.

Next in the room were Scarlet and Heidegger, bickering with each other. It was an unfortunate insight into how the rest of the meeting would go; Sephiroth prepared himself for the worst.

"Oh? And where are the other SOLDIERs, darling?" Scarlett asked when she caught sight of him. "I thought all of the First Classes were to attend today."

Sephiroth weighed the truth on his tongue. "Busy," he curtly replied.

"A shame. I do so love putting them in their place."

Heidegger chortled. "As if you could, witch."

As Scarlet lunged to wring Heidegger by his neck, Palmer scuttled in through the door, followed by Reeve. Reeve, upon seeing the commotion—Lazard chatting with the Turks; Reno smiling at Sephiroth; Heidegger and Scarlet in a fight to the death—sighed long-sufferingly and sat in the farthest chair he could, directly beside the president's. He and Sephiroth briefly caught each other's gazes.

"President Shinra will be arriving shortly," Reeve intoned. "Do settle down, all of you."

"Gods damn you, woman, I shall have your head!" cried Heidegger.

"And I will crush you with the might of my machinery, you hoplophile!"

Reno, at Sephiroth's side, leaned toward him with furrowed brows. "I think we've got a problem here, Sephiroth."

Sephiroth considered him. "Oh?"

"Yeah." Reno got close enough to whisper. "You're in my seat."

That was It. Sephiroth stood abruptly, coffee in hand, completely finished with whatever was happening. Reno, having derived a response from Sephiroth, looked entirely too pleased with himself. Both he and Tseng made to speak, but were silenced by the arrival of the president—at last.

President Shinra ambled into the room like he knew they would wait however long he bade, although it simply wasn't true—not in Sephiroth's case, anyhow.

"Sephiroth," he said, entirely neutral. "Sit down, please. We are about to begin."

Yet he made no mention of Cissnei playing games on her PHS, or of Scarlet and Heidegger competing to strangle one another. They all stopped acting out by the time Shinra reached his seat, so Sephiroth simply sat back down, hoping to accelerate the proceedings.

"Now, let's get started," Shinra said. "Reeve, in regards to your new proposal on public housing—"

"Oh, I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody!"

The sudden, shrill burst of music interrupted the President, who frowned. He looked around at them all, as if he expected them to be singing.

"What is that?" Shinra asked. "Is that a phone?"

Reno gave a shit-eating grin. "Uh, yes sir, yes it is! Sephiroth, you wanna silence that, bud?"

Sephiroth blinked at him. He removed his phone from his pocket and stared down at it as the music grew even louder in the open space, entirely certain now that Reno was right—it was his phone. The screen flashed 'Genesis'.

"Ah," Sephiroth said. "Excuse me for one moment." He picked up the call without bothering to leave the room. "Genesis, I'm in a meeting."

Genesis sounded almost giddy when he spoke. "Yes, I know, of course. What, dearest, you think I butt-dialled you? How precious."

Sephiroth frowned. "If you know that I am in a meeting, why—?"

"Why else do you think? I thought everyone should hear how very much you yearn to dance with somebody."

Sephiroth rose from the table, turning his back on the array of watching eyes. "I presumed that was Zack's doing."

Genesis scoffed. "Zack's pranks have been lacklustre since he convinced everyone I was a mermaid. So, do you?"

"Do I what, Genesis? I told you, I am in a meeting."

"Do you want to dance with somebody? Feel the heat with somebody? Perhaps someone very handsome, and magnificent, and very good with his tongue..."

Sephiroth didn't allow his control to slip. "Perhaps when I am done."

There was a silence on the other end of the line. Then:

"Boo, you whore," said Genesis, and hung up without another word.

Somewhat confused, but pleased with his apparent win, Sephiroth settled back into his seat. "Apologies. Genesis has poor timing."

"He has great timing, if you ask me," replied Reno in delight. "Do you sing it in the shower?"

"I am more partial to 'A Total Eclipse of the Heart', if you must know."

While everyone gaped at Sephiroth, the phone burst to life for a second time: I wanna dance with somebody! Sephiroth immediately hung up. It rang again, and again, with no sign of stopping; so Sephiroth, without an ounce of hesitation, lobbed it through the reinforced glass window.

"I'll pay for that, of course," he said.

Yet with the way Reno was looking at him—like he'd just discovered a whole new trove of irritating gimmicks—Sephiroth couldn't help but feel like he was paying for it now.

(ok that was it! it's not perfect but omg it was fun. hope you enjoyed.)

Angeal’s most elaborate prank: Switching the salt and pepper shakers before setting the table. Also knock-knock jokes.

Sephiroth’s most elaborate prank: Putting out a wet floor sign on a dry hallway and gaslighting people into thinking it’s slippery

Genesis’s most elaborate prank: Changing Sephiroth’s ringtone while he’s the bathroom to I Wanna Dance With Somebody, setting his volume to max, and calling him 35 minutes later while he’s in a meeting.

Zack’s most elaborate prank: Notoriously dubbed “The Day Everyone in ShinRa Was Convinced That Genesis Was a Mermaid.”