#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)

[slayfics]

Camboy Katsuki.

Warnings: NSFW | Katsuki aged up

1,500 words~

Chapter links

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

[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.

[duckybarnes1917]

Forbidden Fruit (DBF! Bucky x F!Reader)

18+ ONLY.

Summary: Bucky knows he shouldn't want this, but he can't resist taking a bite.

Warnings: plot what plot? smut, age gap (undefined), unprotected sex, daddy kink, Bucky's dirty mouth. The only physical description is the reader having a small tattoo, if you don't have one, pretend it's fake.

Word count: 4900

A/N: NO ONE LOOK AT ME. I am that Paul Rudd meme. Who woulda thought?

Guilt. That’s what Bucky felt every time he looked at you. His neighbor’s daughter that he had only found out about two weeks ago. Everything had been going so well. His new house in the suburbs was shaping up nicely, thanks to Sam and Clint’s help. He had made the move to help himself find some inner peace. It was working; he slept better; he ate better, he even got a cat and started doing yoga every morning. He made friends with his neighbors. Ms. Rose was an elderly (though still technically younger than him) widow who lived across the street. She brought him muffins every Sunday morning. Mark and Angela lived to the left of him. They were newlyweds and spent most of their evenings in the backyard getting high and laughing at everything the other said. Bucky thought they were sweet. And to his right, that’s where your dad lived. A single man who appeared to be about the same age as Bucky. He did something in finance and had to take a train to the city every day. He was nice enough and since they were both alone in their big houses, they became friends. Shared beers and sports games, Bucky would come over to meet his work friends now and then. But all of this, all of Bucky’s hard work, washed down the drain the second he saw you running down his sidewalk.

He had just finished his morning yoga and was about to sit down for a nice muffin and some coffee when he heard a scream. He dashed to his front window and saw a big black dog charging down the sidewalk, it’s leash flopping along behind it. And then there was you, sweaty and bleeding, and chasing this beast like your life depended on it.

Bucky opened the door and called to the dog in German. It immediately stopped and dropped its head, slowly walking up Bucky’s driveway to sit at his feet.

“How—how did you do that?!” You huffed, your hand holding your side.

“This is Bert, he belongs to Greta a few houses down… he only understands German.”

You sent an annoyed glare toward Greta’s house. “Well, that would have been nice to know before I took him on a walk.”

Bucky chuckled, “dog sitter?”

“Not really. I’m just helping her out for a few weeks while I’m in town.”

Bucky deflated a bit. You were temporary. But even so, you were standing in his driveway with a nasty cut on your knee.

“I can fix that–if you want.”

You looked down as if you hadn’t realized you were bleeding and quickly nodded. “Please.”

“I’m James, but you can call me Bucky.”

When you introduced yourself as you walked past him into the house, your name tickled something in his brain. He wanted you.

“The bathroom is right around the corner.”

Bucky followed, keeping his distance, as not to breathe down your neck. And also to check you out. It had been a while–he had needs. That’s what he told himself as he struggled to tear his eyes away from the backs of your thighs.

You walked into the small bathroom and turned to him. The sudden hesitancy on your face made him take a step back.

“You can just show me where your first aid kit is…”

Bucky nodded and stepped into the bathroom with you; you stumbled back a bit when he knelt in front of the cabinet. “Here you go. Are you sure you don’t need a helping hand?”

Bucky remained on his knees, offering the first aid kit to you. But you didn’t take it. You stared into his impossibly blue eyes and squeaked out an intelligible answer.

“Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t quite catch that.” Bucky stood up to his full height and enjoyed the way your head tilted back to maintain eye contact with him.

“Help. Please.”

Bucky smiled and patted the counter. You understood and jumped up onto it.

“Let’s see here…” Bucky cradled your calf as he lifted your leg. He rested your foot on his thigh as he got to work on your bloodied knee.

It was just a scrape, but he took his time, enjoying the way the bend of your knee offered him a lovely view. He was so lost in looking at your legs in your short shorts he didn’t notice the way your demeanor had changed.

The look of desperation in his eyes bolstered your confidence. Yes, you had been nervous. He was hot, incredibly hot. And intense. His presence had overwhelmed you, made you so desperate for him you couldn’t think straight. But now–as you watched him unabashedly stare at the bit of white lace you knew he could see up your shorts–you knew you could take him.

As he reluctantly moved on to the scrape on your elbow, you admired his weathered face. He was talking about something, but you weren’t paying attention. You noticed the cute crinkles around his eyes when he laughed, though. The salt and pepper beard, the smoothness of his pink lips, and he smelled good too. Like sandalwood and something spicy. As your eyes moved lower, you noticed the bob of his adam’s apple as he spoke, the little freckles on his neck that you wanted to bite, and lower, the muscles under his shirt… and it was only then that you noticed his arm.

“Holy shit… you’re… you’re Bucky, Bucky?!” 

Bucky straightened up, looking a little worried. “Is that a problem?”

“No! I just can’t believe I didn’t recognize you until now. Fuck, you’re even hotter in person.”

Bucky’s smirk made your cheeks blaze. You hadn’t intended for that thought to come out of your mouth. But he was moving to stand between your legs, his lips inching nearer, so you weren’t about to beat yourself up over it.

“So you’re saying you weren’t driving me crazy because you knew who I was? Just because you think I’m hot?”

“Driving you crazy?” You whispered, trying your best to remain still while his nose grazed over your cheek on its path to your ear.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what you’re doing to me, sweetheart.” His voice was gravel in your ear, a chill shooting down your spine. “Besides, I can smell you.”

“Fuck me,” you breathed out and his lips instantly attached to your pulse point.

“With pleasure, kitten.”

“That was–” you were trying to explain to him you hadn’t meant it literally, but his tongue was very distracting, as were his hands, which were sliding up your little shorts to grasp your ass. “Oh god, I don’t even know you.” Your hands tangled in his hair and you brought his lips to yours.

Just as a pathetic moan was leaving your throat, your ringtone blared through the bathroom, making you both jump.

“Sorry, sorry, just let me turn it off.” You scrambled for your phone, accidentally dropping it on the floor.

“Got it, sweetheart.” Bucky bent down to pick up your phone and froze when he saw the picture on the screen.

It was a photo of you and his friend, his neighbor… and the name on the phone said ‘dad.’

“This–he’s your–fuck.” Bucky handed you the phone and stalked out of the bathroom, nearly tripping over Bert, who had fallen asleep outside the door.

“Wait! I’m not answering it. Where are you going?!”

You scrambled after Bucky, trying to keep up with his long strides and not get distracted by the way his ass looked in his gray joggers.

“You gotta go,” Bucky said emotionlessly as he opened the front door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?”

“Fuck, how old are you?”

Your brows furrowed, confused at his sudden change in demeanor. “Old enough to fuck a stranger in their bathroom. What the fuck, Bucky?”

“I’m friends with your dad, okay? We can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

You stared at him dumbfounded for a moment, before shrugging and walking past him. “Your loss, Buck. Come on, Bert, let’s go. I have some energy to work off now.”

As you and Bert walked down the sidewalk toward the park, you felt Bucky’s eyes glued to you the entire way.

The guilt only lasted so long. The universe forbid you from him. Made you off limits. So fucking young. He should have never touched you. Not because it was wrong, but because now the feel of you had burned into his memory. It came to him every goddamn night when he tried to sleep. And every goddamn morning when he inevitably woke up hard from his increasingly filthy dreams.

Avoiding you proved to be impossible. As hard as Bucky tried, you were always just there. He tried to relax in his backyard and there you were, swimming lazily in your dad’s pool. When he tried to go to the park, you were laying in the sun or running laps. The day he was across the street, helping Ms. Rose in her garden, was when he realized you were fucking with him.

He was minding his own business, having a lovely conversation with his elderly neighbor, when suddenly you appeared in your dad’s driveway. A little white bikini top and cutoff denim shorts were the only thing you wore. Bucky swallowed hard. The beads of sweat running down his neck were no longer just from the scorching sun. He thought maybe you were going to lie out. But no, it was worse. So much worse. You walked to the side of the house and bent over as you turned on the water house.

“No,” Bucky whispered to himself, his eyes wide as he watched you spray the hood of your little sports car.

Ms. Rose was oblivious, talking even though Bucky was clearly not paying attention anymore. His eyes watched every move you made. He swore he was dreaming. There was no way you just squeezed your sponge over yourself, but you must have, because Bucky was watching the soapy water seep through your now sheer top, and trail down your legs. When you bent over on your tiptoes to cleanse the back window of your car, he knew he hadn’t imagined the flirty looks you had been giving him throughout the week. You still wanted him. And goddamn, he wanted you more than anything. Just as his cock was urging him to get up and go do something about the way you were displaying yourself for him, your dad pulled up in the driveway.

“Fucking shit,” Bucky muttered, spinning away from you and focusing on the garden he was supposed to be attending to.

What worried him now was the complete absence of guilt he felt. He should be ashamed. Horrified at his behavior and thoughts. But the more he tried to tell himself that you were forbidden fruit, the more he wanted to take a damn bite.

**

He stayed confined to his house for the next two days. Curtains shut to avoid the temptation of peeking into your backyard. Your dad–his friend, kept texting, asking him to hangout and Bucky felt horrible ignoring the messages. But he couldn’t do it, not until you were gone. He thought about going to visit Sam and Clint in the city for the next week, just until you went back to wherever you had come from. But that would be too pathetic. He just needed a distraction, something to help him stop thinking about your ass in those little shorts, the water dripping between your breasts…

Bucky’s ringtone brought him back to the present, and he yanked his hand out of his shorts, cursing himself for losing control yet again. It was your dad. He sighed, pulling his large hand down his face as he answered the phone, trying to sound as normal as possible.

“Buck! I was worried you wouldn’t answer!”

“Yeah, sorry, been busy.”

“Are you coming tonight?”

Bucky was silent, trying to remember what he could be referencing.

“The game is tonight; my daughter went out with some friends, so I invited the usual gang over. Thought you’d bring that beer we all like.”

Bucky’s heart sank a little at the news that you wouldn’t be there, but maybe that was a good thing. “Sure, sure, I’ll come over soon.”

Bucky hung up the phone and looked down at his lap… first a cold shower, then the party.

**

The night air was crisp, and cool as you wandered through your large backyard. You were still a little tipsy from the night out with your friends, but your vision was clear enough to spot Bucky leaning against the fence talking to some of your dad’s friends. He was a vision in his French blue t-shirt and pants; his beard was scruffy with spots of gray, his hair fluffy and just untamed enough to make you imagine your fingers in it. When he laughed, his nose scrunched, and his head tossed back just a little. Was he a god? Apollo himself, here to bring you the sun? You didn’t even realize your feet were carrying you in his direction until he caught your eye. The look of panic on his face made you stop where you were, a few feet away. He mumbled excuses and avoided your eye as he made a quick exit, heading for the gate on the side of the house.

Determined to get what you knew you both wanted, you took a deep breath for courage and chased after him, glad everyone appeared too drunk to pay attention to you.

Once in the dark shadows and hidden on the side of the house, you called his name. He froze, his hand on the gate, likely debating if he would run or answer your call.

“You’re being very rude, you know.”

He still didn’t move.

“Can I at least thank you for your help the other day?”

His shoulders tensed. “You weren’t supposed to be here.”

“Well, I am.”

Bucky turned around then, inhaling sharply as his eyes roved over you. “You don’t need to thank me.”

“Oh, but I have so many ways I could say thank you.”

He took a step closer, and you pressed your back against the brick of the house. Heat prickled over your skin as he advanced on you, nearly touching you now.

“Don’t you wanna hear your options?” You whispered, eyes flicking between his pretty lips and his even prettier eyes.

“We can’t,” Bucky swallowed.

“But I’ll be real good for you, I promise. Let you do whatever you want.”

“Christ,” Bucky muttered, inching even closer, his thigh slotting between your legs.

“Touch me,” you whispered, afraid you’d scare him away.

His fingers trailed up your thigh so lightly you barely felt them. Bucky stopped at the hem of your dress and you were about to complain when he pressed his hips against you, his prominent erection digging into your hip.

“Oh god, I wanna suck your cock so bad, daddy. Please, please let me.”

Bucky closed his eyes, just barely rutting against you. The veins in his neck were strained as he tried to remain in control.

“God dammit, we can’t. It’s wrong.”

“You keep saying that.” Your hands skimmed up his broad chest and over his shoulders. “I think it turns you on.”

Bucky shook his head, and you pulled him closer so you could whisper in his ear. “I think your cock gets hard every time you think about how you’re not supposed to fuck me.”

“You drive me fucking crazy,” Bucky breathed against your neck, his fingers digging into your thighs. “You’re all I think about. I want to ruin you, claim every piece of you with my fingers, and my tongue, god I wanna taste you so bad.”

“Please, daddy.”

His cock throbbed against you. “Stop, you gotta stop calling me that, kitten.” Bucky pushed away from you, still caging you in against the brick. “I’m serious. We can’t do this. I’m trying to be a decent guy here.”

You weren’t listening, and Bucky’s eyes trailed down your body to where your hand had slipped under your dress. Before he could say anything, you held two glistening fingers in his face, taunting.

“Just a taste.” You gently swiped your fingers over his plush bottom lip and his eyes went so dark you were almost afraid.

And then he was gone; disappearing so quickly that he was a blur in the night.

**

Bucky couldn’t breathe. He literally held his breath for as long as he could to avoid inhaling your sweet scent. He nearly broke his backdoor down trying to hurry and get inside.

“Fuck!” He shouted as finally got the door to open and he stumbled inside, drunk with lust.

His cock was so hard, he was already unbuttoning his pants and yanking the zipper down as he hurried through his kitchen. He just had to make it upstairs, but the temptation on his lips was too much, his clothes were suffocating, he need to fucking come. He braced himself on the wall by the stairs, his right hand quickly pulling his heavy cock out and pumping it with speed and efficiency. He was already so close; it was not a time for teasing. He got off on the smell of you on his lips, the feel of you pressed against him earlier that night, the dirty things you had promised–god he was an idiot, he could have you on your knees right now. He could hardly remember the last time he had a hot little mouth wrapped around him.

He cursed under his breath, fumbling for a tissue as his balls tightened and he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, coming hard as the taste of you exploded in his mouth.

**

Bucky had reached his limit. He was done. Today was the day he was going to ruin you. He decided this as he watched you over his fence. You were lounging by your pool, completely nude, and posed to tease the fuck out of him. One leg was bent at the knee, blocking his view of your cunt. His eyes trailed up the length of your body, only to be disappointed that your book was blocking his view of your tits. But he zeroed in on the bit of side boob he could see, licking his lips as he imagined kissing the little heart tattoo he didn’t know you had there.

He cleared his throat, and you lifted your gaze to smile at him.

“Oh hello, looking for my dad?”

Bucky’s gaze darkened. “Over here. Now.”

You froze, and Bucky wondered if you really thought he could resist you forever.

“Now, kitten.”

You nodded, turning to grab your sundress before quickly making your way to his side of the fence.

“You didn’t need to bother with the dress.” Bucky grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your lips to his.

Finally.

Fucking finally.

His tongue invaded your mouth aggressively, making up for lost time. You gasped when he nipped at your bottom lip, his frustrations spilling out. He pulled back enough to look you in the eye, both of your breaths ragged.

You opened your mouth, probably to say something cocky. But Bucky silenced you by pushing softly but firmly on your shoulders. You dropped to your knees so fast that Bucky chuckled.

“Eager?”

You already had his fly open, your tongue pressed against the wet spot his cock had made in his underwear, and he shuddered.

“And you aren’t?”

“No teasing.”

You answered by pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It was thick and curved, his pink tip begging to be sucked.

“Holy–fuck,” Bucky dragged out the last word, reaching for the fence for support as you took him into your throat.

It had been so long since he had experienced this. While he longed for your pussy, this was different… looking down at you on your knees for him–lips wrapped tight and your tongue moving so perfectly–he wouldn’t last.

He should have taken you inside. Now he had to be quiet, had to contain the moans and gasps he wanted to let out every time you took him deeper.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky groaned as your nose pressed against his pelvis. “Wanna fuck your face, sweetheart.”

You moaned, and his dick throbbed in tune with his rapid heartbeat. But as he wrapped his vibranium hand in your hair, prepping himself to come down your throat, your backdoor opened and shut loudly.

“Shit,” Bucky cursed as your dad stepped out onto the patio and waved at him. He nudged your shoulder, and you pulled back, keeping his tip in your mouth.

Bucky gave you a warning look as your dad approached the fence.

He should have known better. As soon as he started talking to your dad, trying to get rid of him, your hot mouth slid down his cock again, slowly, but it still made him stutter. You froze once your nose was pressed against him again, and Bucky breathed a sigh of relief, until you swallowed and he nearly groaned out loud. Somehow your dad was still clueless, rambling on about-well, Bucky didn’t know what he was talking about anymore. He bit his lip hard as your tongue lapped at his balls, the tip of his cock still in your throat. A curse slipped through his lips. He was sure he looked like he was in pain–he was about to come and you wouldn’t stop–he didn’t want you to stop.

Your dad frowned. “You, okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky choked out, annoyed now that you had completely pulled back, licking his tip teasingly. “Just playing with my kitten. She’s being a bad girl.”

Bucky smirked as you clenched your thighs together.

“But I think she just needs attention. I’ll see you later.”

With that, your dad finally left and as soon as he was safely inside your house, Bucky tucked himself back into his pants and squatted down to look you in the eye.

“What happened to being a good girl for daddy, huh?”

“Couldn’t help it.”

Bucky kissed you fiercely, before bringing you to your feet. “Inside.”

You didn’t hesitate, running to his backdoor as he slowly stalked behind you.

**

Bucky’s tongue held power. You were sure of it. It tortured, teased, and pleased all in one firm, wet swipe. And he did it for what seemed like hours. Not letting you go until you begged for a break. When he finally lifted his head from between your trembling thighs, you groaned at the sight. His handsome beard glistened with your arousal, and his blue eyes were dark with need. Your legs spread further for him and he smirked as he climbed over your body to reach your lips.

“Good girl; gonna take my cock, kitten?”

“Yes daddy, give it to me,” you nearly whined as you felt him press the tip against your entrance.

He was quiet as he slid in, but you could feel the tension in his shoulders. You gripped them tight as he split you open slowly, every throbbing vein rubbing you in just the right way.

“Oh god, you’re so big,” you whimpered once he was fully inside you.

His breath was ragged against your neck, and even your feet pressing into his firm ass wasn’t enough to get him to move yet.

“Please,” you begged, and finally he pulled out. Bucky fucked slow but deep, making sure you felt everything he gave you. Every drag was heaven, every thrust euphoria. His vibranium hand was cradling the back of your head, tangled in your hair, his other gripping your hip to keep you in place. You climbed quickly, but you needed more.

“Faster, please, I can take it.”

Bucky’s head dropped against yours for a second before he obliged. He moved his hand from your hair to the headboard, slowly building up the speed of his thrusts.

You could feel his control slipping, his thrusts felt more frantic, the muscles in his arms bulged, and his breaths grew even more ragged.

Yet you still needed more.

“Talk to me,” you finally whispered, almost embarrassed to ask.

Bucky froze, and you feared maybe you had ruined the moment. But then he gave you that ridiculously hot, lopsided smirk and pressed his lips to your ear.

“You want me to tell you how good you feel?”

You nodded, swallowing thickly as he resumed his pace.

“Want to hear how badly I wanna ignore your pleasure and fuck you hard and fast?”

“Yes!” You groaned, lifting your hips to urge him to move faster.

 “Want me to tell you how I have to masturbate every fucking day thinking about your lips, your cunt, your ass?”

“You touch yourself, wishing your cock was up my ass?”

“Fuck yes.” Bucky sounded truly broken, and you lifted his head to see the desire in his eyes.

“Next time,” you managed to speak before his pace turned even more punishing.

“Gonna fuckin’ kill me. Tell me what else you like, sweetheart. Wanna feel you come.”

“Suck my tits, daddy, I’m so close.”

“With pleasure,” Bucky immediately moved his lips to the little tattoo on the side of your breast. Swiping his tongue over it a few times while his big hands squeezed your tits. His pace slowed slightly as he lost himself in worshiping your breasts. His tongue teased until you were nearly frantic with desire. With one last slow lick over your nipple, his warm mouth wrapped around it. Your back arched, and you came almost instantly, drawing a deep groan from him as he continued to suck hungrily.

You knew he had to be close. He was putting off his own release to draw more and more from you.

“Wanna ride you, daddy.”

He didn’t argue, flipping the two of you over so you were on top of him, your hands planted on his muscular chest.

You didn’t think he could get any better, but this angle made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Yeah, there would definitely be a next time, and a time after that. As many times as he’d allow.

His fingers gripped your hips hard, and you fluttered around him at the thought of the bruises he would leave behind.

“I’m close,” Bucky said, almost reluctantly. “Gotta stop.”

“Can’t,” you said breathlessly, moving your hips faster.

He groaned, arguing with you even as his hand moved from your hip to your breast and his hips jerked off the bed.

“Come inside me, daddy, need it.”

“Jesus fuck,” Bucky’s head dipped back. “You can’t–can’t say shit like that.”

“Why?” You questioned, leaning down to his ear. “Because you’re not supposed to be fucking me? Because you’re not supposed to want to fuck me?”

“Stop,” Bucky groaned, thrusting faster.

“Because you’re not supposed to have your fat cock balls deep in my little pussy?”

A strangled noise left Bucky’s throat, and he threw you onto your back. You were disappointed, expecting him to finish himself over your stomach, but before you could even pout his was back inside you. If you thought he was needy before, this was frantic. He hugged your body tight to his, his feet scrambled against the sheets, looking for purchase so he could fuck you deeper. 

He couldn’t string together a sentence anymore, but you no longer needed him to tell you how good he felt. You could feel it with each throb of his cock deep inside you.

“Can’t stop–” he gasped, and you grabbed his ass, pushing him deeper.

A hungry, desperate sound left his mouth, and you knew you had him.

“Give it to me,” you whispered in his ear. “Fuck my little pussy, daddy, it’s yours.”

Bucky’s hand gripped your ass hard as he shoved his cock as deep as it would go. His teeth bit your neck as he came. You yelped at the pain, but tangled your hand in his hair to keep him there.

His thrusts became more frantic at first as he fucked himself through his orgasm, but eventually he slowed, the static in his brain clearing just enough to speak again. You were both keenly aware that he’s still coming, fucking you slowly as he does.

“Fuck, such a good girl, taking it so well.”

All you could was whimper, entirely spent.

“Shh, it’s okay. You did so well for me.” Bucky kissed you gently, distracting you from the loss of his cock.

“Should have done it sooner,” you mumbled, and Bucky nipped your bottom lip.

“I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart. Promise.”

You were about to give a sarcastic answer when he deliberately pressed himself against your hip and your eyes went wide.

Bucky nodded, a cocky smile on his lips.

You lifted your head, looking down to confirm with your own eyes before flopping down onto the bed. “God, you’re a fucking wet dream.”

“You’re one to talk, kitten. Now let me take care of you so you can be good and ready for that round two you promised.”

Bucky squeezed your ass before leaving the bed, leading you to the shower.

His guilt was no longer present, completely replaced by fiery lust.

[nettleclanstale]

Moon 100

Cw For:

-Offscreen Animal death

Spiderstar blinked awake. He was in the medicine den, the sweet scent of herbs flooding his nose and his vision blurred as he groggily looked around. Every time he moved his broken leg, a jolt of pain would shoot through his body, making him let out soft groans.

While he would've preferred to not have his leg broken, he didn't regret what he did to end up in this situation, saving a clanmate from a rather large dog. 

Twigsplash was talking to Petalcloud, her son. The calico tom was distraught, his sobs echoing through the enclosed space.

"I know, I'm sorry." Twigsplash meowed gently, shushing the distressed warrior and guiding him into a resting position. "But please, please understand...If we didn't remove your leg, you would've died..."

Petalcloud began to speak, but it sounded far away. Spiderstar lowered his head, and went back to sleep.

...

"Let...Cats.....Old enough.....Their own prey....Meeting!"

Drifting in and out of consciousness, Spiderstar's ears twitched at the sound of Crowheart's voice. He heard her say something about Spiderstar's condition, before softly calling Baykit forward.

Right. It was time for her apprentice ceremony.

At Baypaw received her official name and the cheers of the clan rang through camp, Spiderstar drifted off. 

...

When Spiderstar awoke again, it was night. He could hear voices outside, but they were muffled.

All he heard was "Newtbelly", "kittypet", and something about someone joining NettleClan as a warrior. 

Spiderstar felt confused. Was there a newcomer within the clan, someone he wasn't even able to meet just yet? He hoped he would be able to meet them soon...

Quicker than the last few times, Spiderstar's head flopped onto the soft bed of moss, and he fell asleep again.

...

When he awoke this time, Spiderstar found himself in the familiar, starry fields of StarClan. He groaned, hauling himself to his paws. It felt so nice to be able to move again, and be conscious. 

"Be careful, there."

A low, gruff voice made Spiderstar's head shoot up. An elderly tom, his tabby fur a light brown color, was beginning to stride towards him. Despite his graying muzzle and thin fur, a clear sign of his age, his amber eyes were bright and full of the life he had when he was young and living.

Spiderstar dipped his head in greeting. "Lightstar," he meowed, before looking around. "What's happening? Am I losing a life?"

Lightstar's expression shifted to one of pity, and he shook his head. "Fortunately, no. I wanted to show you something. I wanted you to see the truth." He replied, turning and starting to walk away. He flicked his tail, gesturing for Spiderstar to follow him. "Come with me."

The truth? About what? Spiderstar found himself thinking as he trotted after Lightstar. He looked around, watching as StarClan's hunting grounds began to shift and morph into NettleClan territory. Despite the familiarity, there was a strange feeling. A feeling that this wasn't the same place Spiderstar knew and grew to love.

Lightstar sighed, making his way through the strands of tall grass that lead to the river. "Now, this looks like NettleClan's current territory. But don't expect to see anyone you know. This was how NettleClan was many, many moons ago." He explained, turning his head and fixing his gaze on something Spiderstar couldn't yet see. "Come here and watch...Please, keep quiet if you can."

Nodding, Spiderstar took a spot beside Lightstar, following his eyes. A young, dark ginger she-cat was padding through the territory, her pawsteps brisk. Her eyes were wide as she looked around, before finally laying eyes on a large brown tom and bounding over to him. 

"That's Brokensnap, our medicine cat." Lightstar whispered, his tail swishing back and forth in mild annoyance. "And that tom is a loner."

"What's his name?" Spiderstar whispered back.

"We don't know. He never told us." Lightstar's attention went back to the two cats, his expression unreadable. "Keep watching."

Brokensnap purred, touching her nose to the loner's and smiling. The tom returned the affectionate gestures, the happiness on his face evident.

"It's so good to see you, Brokensnap." He purred. "How is your clan?"

Brokensnap's ears flattened, and she let out a soft sigh. "Our numbers are low. NettleClan is dying, and all I can do is watch..." 

The tom frowned. "Oh, I'm sorry."

There was silence, and Brokensnap spoke again.

"There's something I have to tell you."

"Go ahead."

"...I...It's two things, actually. Good and bad. Which would you rather hear first?" Brokensnap questioned, looking up at the tom.

"...The good first."

Brokensnap smiled, letting out a purr. "I'm expecting kits! Your kits! Isn't that great?"

The tom's face lit up, and he tackled Brokensnap with a purr, tail and ears perked with joy. "Really? That's...That's amazing news, Brokensnap! I'm so happy!" He nuzzled the ginger she-cat's face, before pulling away, his smile slowly fading. "But...What could possibly be bad about that?"

Brokensnap's face fell, and she looked away. "You won't get to meet them." She murmured, guilt and sorrow crossing her face. "We can't keep meeting anymore. Not like this. You've made it clear that you're not joining NettleClan, and I'm a medicine cat. Right now I'd rather make sure our kits have a home to stay in. Chasing you and begging you to stay would only hurt us both."

The tom got off of Brokensnap, taking a few steps back. Brokensnap rolled onto her side and lifted her head, looking at the speckled brown cat before her. 

"This...Is your last chance," She meowed, her voice firm yet gentle. "You can join NettleClan. We need new blood, anyway, and I'm sure you'll be accepted. We can stay together, and you can see your kits. Otherwise..." Brokensnap looked away, her tail twitching a couple of times. "You will have to leave. And never see me again."

The tension in the air was palpable as both cats went silent, staring at each other. Spiderstar looked up at Lightstar, who was staring forward with a hardened expression, as if he had seen this scene many times before.

The tom let out a sigh, before turning and slowly padding away. Brokensnap let out a confused, heartbroken mewl, as if she wasn't expecting the outcome.

"I'm sorry, Brokensnap, I really am." The tom stopped, turning to look back at her. "But you said it yourself, I made it clear. I will never allow myself to be tied down to a clan. I want freedom. This is the way things need to be." 

With that, he turned forward, dashing forward and vanishing into the shadows. Brokensnap sat there, stunned, before slowly lifting herself to her paws and padding away towards camp.

Spiderstar looked up at Lightstar. "That's awful!" He exclaimed.

"It is," Lightstar murmured, gesturing for Spiderstar to follow and walking away again. "Brokensnap was young. We were all shocked and mildly angered by her foolishness, but eventually we decided to let it go. To let her stay in the clan and raise her kits. Now..."

He pushed his way into the clearing of NettleClan's camp, and slipped into the nursery. Spiderstar followed. 

Brokensnap was now lying on the ground, a tired smile on her face as she looked down at a tiny brown bundle of fur. A white rosetted she-cat laid nearby, a black and white kit sleeping by her belly. 

"Oh, Brokensnap, that kit is beautiful!" The rosetted she-cat purred. She looked down at her own sleeping kit. "Badgerkit will be happy to have someone to play with...Though, he will be an apprentice soon..."

"Oh, Slatebird, that's fine!" Brokensnap chuckled, nudging her kit. "He's a tom...He's absolutely perfect, though...He was born without one of his legs."

The kit, a brown tom with darker speckles, shifted in his sleep and stretched his limbs, yawning. Spiderstar could see the stub of the missing limb on the kit's front leg. 

"Does he have a name?" Slatebird asked.

"Not yet!" Brokensnap shook her head. "I want to get a feel of his personality before I name him. I want it to be something truly special."

"I understand," Slatebird meowed, and the scenery faded. 

Spiderstar looked around, eyes widening as a new scene began to morph. The moon was high in the sky, a dim glow cast over NettleClan's camp. Rain poured from the ground, and the cats of NettleClan trudged through the rising waters, the flooding reaching their bellies as they stood before the HighStone and looked up at Lightstar, now living. He was still old, still frail, but his expression carried nothing but authority. Despite this, Spiderstar could see an oddly crazed look in his eyes. A look of desperation.

"Cats of NettleClan!" The tom called out, commanding attention. "As you all know, these rains have been persistent for moons, and now we are flooded! I have solid reason to believe that StarClan is angered with us, because we chose to ignore the medicine cat code's violation." His attention turned to Brokensnap, who was standing nearby, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. 

"Brokensnap." He sharply called, making the she-cat flinch.

"Yes...?" Brokensnap replied.

"Your actions, your kit...has caused this tragedy upon us! You must stop this horrid rain before we die!"

Brokensnap lowered her head. "What if we were meant to die?" She asked, earning gasps from the small gathering of cats.

"Medicine cats have had kits before, and StarClan never punished them!" Brokensnap insisted, raising her head again and looking around. "We may be being punished for trying to increase our numbers...Not for my violation of the code."

Lightstar's eyes narrowed, and he lashed his tail. "What are you implying?"

"I am implying that we need to die." 

More shocked gasps rippled through the clan, and Lightstar's fur bristled.

"Brokensnap, are you sure?" He asked. "Did you receive a sign of this? NettleClan has been around for moons! Why would StarClan want us to die out now?? Especially when there's only one other clan..."

Brokensnap hesitated, then nodded. "Yes, I'm sure." She said. "I've been having dreams. StarClan favors QuailClan. If we allow ourselves to die out, they will stop the rains and let every cat be at peace." She then padded away, slipping into the medicine den. Spiderstar saw her exit the den with her son, and run out of camp before anyone could see or stop her. 

Slatebird, who was sitting beside Badgerkit, wrapped her tail around her son protectively. "Lightstar, please, at least make my son an apprentice! It's the least you can do!"

"But he's too young. Five moons old is far too small to be made an apprentice." Lightstar insisted.

"I don't care! Please, my son should pass on as a warrior." Slatebird pleaded. "He's almost six moons old anyway! Please, do this for me."

"Very well. Badgerkit, step forward." Lightstar meowed.

Badgerkit waded forward, looking up at the leader with bright eyes. The rain water had reached his chest, causing his fur to cling to his frame.

"Do you promise to protect your clan, even with your life?" Lightstar asked, his voice shaky.

Badgerkit nodded. "Yep!"

Lightstar grimaced, then dipped his head. "Then I hope StarClan hears my blessing. NettleClan welcomes you as Badgerpaw, until you receive your...Your warrior name." He said.

Cheers and chants erupted from the small crowd, and Badgerpaw puffed out his chest. 

Brokensnap entered camp again, once again coming into the medicine den. Her son was gone. She came back out with a bundle of leaves, stepping in front of the gathered cats and looking at all of them.

"NettleClan cats, hear my words." She meowed, her voice muffled. "I have poppy seeds with me. This is an odd request but I must ask that you take them and fall asleep. When you wake up, you will be in StarClan's hunting grounds, where hunting is endless and pain is gone." 

Frightened murmurs could be heard, but the cats of NettleClan made their way forward, gathering around Brokensnap and taking their share of poppy seeds.

Spiderstar watched as Badgerpaw padded over to his mother, looking up at Slatebird with a purr.

"Mama, mama, look! I'm an apprentice!" He exclaimed. 

"I see, love." Slatebird sighed, touching her nose to Badgerpaw's forehead. A pained smile crossed her face as she looked at her son's joyful expression. "Now listen, Badgerpaw. We're going to take some medicine! You'll feel a bit funny, but...Afterwards we'll be happy. Come on."

As the two approached Brokensnap, the scene faded once more. Spiderstar looked up at Lightstar, eyes narrowed.

"What just happened!?" He demanded, and Lightstar slowly turned his head to the brown tabby.

"I wasn't myself. I was old." Lightstar murmured, expression mournful. "Don't you think I feel awful? My delusions caused the deaths of everyone, and I blamed someone else for it."

A new scene appeared before Spiderstar. The sun was shining through the trees, and the flooding had lowered. NettleClan's camp was destroyed, dens battered and broken. 

Spiderstar looked around, his heart sinking into his stomach. "Is this the aftermath? Where are the bodies?"

Lightstar nodded, expression stoic. "Yes. We were drowned. Fortunately nobody felt any pain, our bodies were swept away by the water, and we all woke up in StarClan when it was all over...Well, all of us except one."

A soggy lump of black and white fur pushed through one of the destroyed dens, and Badgerpaw poked his head out. He staggered to the center of the clearing, steps wobbly, and just stood there, looking around and shivering. Spiderstar's ears flattened as the tiny apprentice staggered out of camp, confused and dazed as he called for his mother.

"How did he survive?" He asked, glancing at Lightstar. 

Lightstar's whiskers twitched. "StarClan decided that he wasn't meant to die. I suppose they saw potential in him." He sighed, turning away. The scene of NettleClan faded for the last time, replaced by StarClan's territory once again. "But you know the truth now."

Spiderstar frowned. He now felt more confused than he did before. "Why did you show me that?"

"Because NettleClan is rebuilt now." Lightstar meowed in reply. "Now that Badgerstar, you, and even Hazelstar have formed a functioning clan again, it's only fair that you learned your history. I would've shown it to Hazelstar, but..."

"No. I know." Spiderstar interrupted him, lifting a paw. "Hazelstar doesn't need that information."

Lightstar nodded. "Correct. But now it's time for you to wake up. You have things to do."

"But I have so many questions!"

"Silence. More will come when you're ready." Lightstar's tail lashed, but he touched his nose to Spiderstar's forehead. The world around the leader began fading to black, and Spiderstar felt a strong drowsiness wash over him.

"Rest now, Spiderstar..." Lightstar's voice, gentle yet firm, echoed in the tom's head as he awoke. "Remember what you've seen. Remember the truth."

As Spiderstar woke up, still in the medicine den, he could feel his mind reeling with thoughts and questions. Careful not to put too much pressure on his broken limb, he began to think.

Was that just a dream? It was possible. He had been pretty groggy earlier, his injuries causing various states of consciousness. It made sense for him to have such a vivid dream.

But what if it wasn't a dream? Spiderstar laid his head between his front paws, the tip of his tail twitching. He was tired, and could feel himself drifting off to sleep again.

If it wasn't a dream, there was only one major question that flowed through his mind. 

If that was actually a vision, a story of NettleClan from so long ago...

Was any of it true? 

Spiderstar didn't know, and he was determined to find out.

End.

[cordeliawhohung]

Hi! Happy Simon and chip thoughts!!!! (Sorry I said I was going to send these hours ago):

On rainy days in……..

Chip will convince Simon to watch twilight or Harry Potter…I firmly believe she would love these movies. Simon will act like he has no interest, insisting that they are stupid movies for teenagers, but when chip glances up at Simon from her place on his chest, he’s FULLY immersed in it. She will smile and giggle to herself and when Simon notices he’s just giving her the stink eye.

Speaking of you being at the movies…..

When Simon convinces Chip to see a horror movie, he literally has to beg and plead. Don’t get me wrong—I feel like chip loves a good horror movie. But Simon’s picking the dumbest ones to see in theaters. Also….chip insists on bringing her own snacks because the food at movie theaters are so overpriced. To compensate for chips lack of purses to their snacks in….they tape a bowl to her belly and put all the snacks in it, giving her a little belly bump. Simon goes wild. He paws at her belly all the way there. He will rub it while they wait in for the tickets and chip will smack his hand away in embarrassment. He tells her she looks hot pregnant and she tells him they can tape it to his stomach next time. When they finally sit down and chip starts peeling off the tape Simon’s grabbing her hands and giving her fake belly a little kiss before letting her take it off.

I think chip will be one of the first people to show Simon how to make a proper snow angel, even if it’s in the grass like when she was a child. She will take a picture of him while he closes his eyes and moves his arms the way she showed him too. She makes it her Lock Screen.

Simon, on the other hand, helps her properly carve pumpkins. I feel like they go to do it and the second Simon sees the way chip is handling the sharpest knife in her kitchen (she almost slices all her fingers off which nearly gave him a heart attack) he’s snatching it from her hands and giving her a tutorial. Hers turned out better his and he gets a little butt hurt.

At some point, chip will get back to her apartment and start mindlessly rummaging through her fridge after a long day of work and find that it’s fully stocked….compared to its usual emptiness. She knows it was Simon, he told her he was stoping by to drop off her clothes she left at his flat. She gets to pissed that he’s spending his money on HER groceries. Calls him and is probably all snappy, telling him she doesn’t need him to spend his money on her like that, but he just plays dumb and says he doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

When they are lying in bed chip will be trying to get and sleep and just hear sirens coming from Simon’s phone. She will flop over, and see that he’s watching a live high speed chase. “Look at this!” And he’s holding the too bright phone in her face. After two mins they are snuggled up watching the driver speed through the streets. Simon starts rooting for him and chip smacks his chest.

sorry this took ages to get to lmao.

also this is going to be a jumbled mess because i am in pain (tm)

but damn now you've got me wanting to watch harry potter ): (FUCK JK ROWLING hope that bitch gets jailed <3) i always start that shit on the third movie tho lmao. i feel like it's def a comfort movie for her. she read the books in school. everyone gave her weird looks for lugging around order of the phoenix. "you're really reading a book that thick?"

don't get me started on chip with a baby belly. i wrote a drabble about that in the past (it's really bad please don't go looking for it) and i just. i'm sorry. simon and a pregnant partner make me go feral. i just know he is so soft with her ):

and the SNOW ANGELS UGHHHH i just see them going out for something totally unrelated and Chip is just throwing herself onto the grass and is like "look!!" and Simon is just enthralled. hates when she takes the picture of him but likes the way she smiles now every time she opens her phone.

i'm now imagining simon standing behind Chip and holding the knife with her and showing her how to carve it.... yeah. just that. that's all. (also it needs to be halloween in real life already)

and LMAO simon just playing dumb about the groceries is so in character. "dunno what you're talkin' about sweetheart." okay yeah, sure thing, idiot.

and them laying in bed together ): my partner and i actually do shit like this irl where it's like "look at this cat video. look at this guy trolling scammers. look at this cat again. this dress is pretty do you want it." chip def falls asleep on his chest while he's watching the video. who knew live reports of crimes could make for good white noise?

i love them your honor i love them i love them ):

[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.

[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby-Daddy’s Girl Pt1

This imagine was requested on wattpad. Also mentions of nausea and throwing up (not in detail)

Pt2

Having children wasn't originally on your cards. You thought you were destined to live a loveless life without a husband and children, but how all of that changed when you met Tommy Shelby. At first you had no idea who he was, but as time went on you had started to fall for the Birmingham gangster and he had started to fall for you.

Now your here married with a large house, dogs, horses and 2 children a boy and girl, Charlie aged 5 and Florence aged 2.

Today you have been suffering from a headache on and off. You've also been super tired all week and at times nauseous. Thinking it’s nothing and just something that you had picked up off the kids you carry on with the day, walking the dogs and going outside to groom the horses. But right now your daughter is giving you hell

"Flo please get off the sofa" you sigh as she is jumping up and down

"But mamma it's fun" Florence smiles

"It might be but the sofa is not a toy and ya might fall and harm yourself. Also ya dad will be home soon and he'll go mad if he sees ya"

"It's ok mamma dad loves me"

"That he does" you mutter rubbing your head as a headache begins. You give your daughter one last look before picking her up off the sofa and placing her on the floor

"Mum?"

"Yes love?" turning around you see Charlie walking out of the kitchen

"When's dinner?"

"I don't know. Have you asked Mary?" you sigh once again flopping down on the sofa

"Yeah she said when dad gets home. When's that?"

"Soon" you reply now feeling exhausted, nauseous and this bloody headache. Closing your eyes you tell your kids to go upstairs to the nursery and play.

Before you know it your being woken up by the rough, but gentle voice of your husband. Opening your eyes the bright blue eyes that you love so much stare back at you

"When did you get home?" you ask while yawning

"Just. How long have you been asleep?"

"Not long" you reply glancing at the clock "how was work today?"

"The usual, how were the kids?"

"Giving me hell... we'll your daughter has. Charlie has just been asking me a million questions"

"Call the kids down and we'll have dinner. You can relax for the evening"

"Actually I'm not feeling well, I think I'm just going to head to bed"

"No. Your having dinner. You have a go at me enough for not eating so your going to have dinner"

After calling the kids down you all sit around the table, feeling more and more sick. Mary places a glass of wine in front of you, but you just stick to drinking water

"I heard you've not been listening to you mother today Miss" Tommy looks at Flo with raised eyebrows

"Er mamma took me and Charlie for a walk" your daughter tries to change the topic

"That's not really what I was talking about was it Flo" Tommy tells her "you need to listen to mamma"

"But she ruined my fun. Mamma has been lazy today"

"Oh really? so we didn't go for a walk then? or go into town to buy some bread and cakes? or do colouring and play with your dolls eh?" you ask

"But you had a nap 3 times today" Florence holds up 3 fingers

"Hmm is that right" Tommy now looks at you with a smirk

"Let's finish our dinner then bath then bed you two"

Once the kids are in bed you and Tommy curl up on the sofa together, a book in your hand and the paper in his. All of a sudden you felt the urge to throw up. Dropping your book on the sofa next to you, you get up and run to the nearest downstairs bathroom, Tommy following you.

Once you finish throwing up you and Tommy head upstairs

"How are you feeling now love?"

"Fine. The nauseas gone now. I’m just super tired. I've had a headache all day so its probably that that's made me sick”

"You've been tired all week love. Don't you think it's like when you were pregnant?" you give Tommy a look as if to say 'seriously?'

"I'm not pregnant"

"Are you sure because we're not very carful" Tommy states and to be fair he's got a point

"I had my monthly if you remember 2 weeks ago"

"Could be 2 weeks pregnant"

"Tom I'm not pregnant" you sigh getting changed

"I'm not convinced love" Tommy tells you as he gets changed into something comfortable to sleep in as you get into bed. Tommy slips in next to you, you lay your head on his chest as he holds you close "get some sleep love" Tommy kisses your head and immediately your out like a light.

[elaaronpresleysgirl]

A helping hand- ft shy Elvis

The house was quiet aside from the sound of tossing and turning coming from the bedroom next to yours. It was 3am so everyone else aside from you and your fidgety pal in the next room had fallen sound asleep. You were exhausted from a busy day and were starting to become irritated at the noise which didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.

You covered your hands with your ears but could still hear the rustling of bedding. Deciding you had had enough you leapt out of bed and stormed into the next room, flinging the door wide open.

"PRESLEY! DO YOU REALISE WHAT TIME IT IS?" Elvis jumped out of his skin with a gasp. "Oh hey honey, sorry I just can't get to damn sleep" 

The discomfort in his voice also showed on his face, his lip was pouty and his eyes had desperation in them. You stepped closer to his bed. "What the hell's the matter with you?"

The man blushed and turned his body to the wall, away from you. "Nothing, just too damn hot"

"Well take the covers off yourself then, dummy" Elvis groaned in protest and flopped onto his back.

"Or don't. I ain't bothered. I'm off back to bed. Just keep quiet!" You turned towards the door and began to stomp out of the room until you heard a whimper.

"P-P-Please come back. I-I Could use your help with this thing" Elvis had removed his blankets down to his feet and was staring at his pure white pajama bottoms. They had black stripes down either side and his initials E.P sewn into them in gold. Arousal hit you as you saw how they had tented with his erect penis straining against them.

You stared in wide-eyed silence at the discovery, too stunned to speak. Elvis and you had been close friends ever since middle school, ever since he defended you against a particularly mean girl in your class. Even though he was two years younger than you he had a confidence with his temper that impressed you.

You soon started spending most days after school with him, inventing games or reading to each other. Now at the ages of twenty two and twenty four you still spent just as much time together, relationships had come and gone for you both but your friendship never failed.

Elvis would teasingly ask for a kiss the odd time but you never took him seriously and he never went beyond that or ever really tried anything. But you couldn't deny how beautiful he was. Slicked back but soft hair, baby blue eyes, full pouty lips and cheekbones that could cut glass. He was pretty alright, not that you'd ever tell him.

When you were all alone with your thoughts is when you imagined how it would feel to have his lips pressed against yours, hands roaming your body...images you pushed to the back of your mind. Now here he was in all his glory, revealing himself to you.

You broke your silence after what seemed like an eternity. "After all this time? Why can't you just sort yourself out?" You tried to act like you weren't eager but your voice shook.

Elvis went redder than you'd ever seen anyone go. "I don't like to ma-masturbate myself. S-somehow feels dirty" 

You really didn't see his logic but his words were making you weaker by the second.

"S-S-So if you helped me out ya could get back to sleep like ya wanted" 

You let out a sigh. "Bribery? Now that's not very nice." Elvis didn't laugh, just slumped his cheek to his shoulder in despair. 

Your head was spinning at the situation and you couldn't do anything but go with it. You took a deep breath and after closing his bedroom door sauntered to sit on Elvis' bed near his legs, your legs over the side and feet on the floor.

You gave off false confidence, smiling down at him but he wouldn't face you. "You've just asked me to toss you off but ya can't even look at me?" You gave a light laugh.

Elvis reluctantly looked your way, then down to his erection. When his eyes landed on it he swiftly moved the covers back over himself.

"I can't get to ya if you're all covered up now can I?" His shyness was giving you confidence. You whipped the blankets away from him and threw them to the floor.

He groaned at the exposure but bucked his hips slightly in need. You looked at the tent in his pants with lusty eyes and placed your hand gently on his thigh.

"Little Elvis isn't so little after all is he?" You cooed teasingly. Little Elvis, his name for himself. You had overheard him before bantering with his male friends, referring to his penis as little Elvis.

"Th-th-thank you" He stammered, his gaze fixing on your petite hand which was now caressing his upper leg. The innocent way he was acting now proved that the brags to his friends you'd heard were all fictitious.

Actually, Elvis' demeaner was turning you on. The fact he'd put himself completely at your mercy got you hot.

"I want you to stroke him for me darling" Your request sent shock across his face and a whimper escaped his perfect lips.

"I'll give you a little help" You tugged at the waistline of his pants and he lifted his rear up allowing you to pull them all the way down.

"Please. I'd much r-r-rather you do it" His stammer came out in his protest. You giggled at his words. "I will sort you out, don't worry. I just need to see you stroke him for me, just a little"

"Okay, if you'd r-really like to see it" He let his head fall back, squeezed his eyes shut and wrapped a strong hand around his cock but not moving it any. 

"Open your eyes baby. Wanna see those pretty eyes" Opening his eyes and bringing his head forward to look at your smiling face, your words apparently prompted him to start stroking himself.

Elvis took his erection more firmly in his right hand and gave it a small tug. "Turns me on when you play with yourself. Do it again"

He moaned, rolling his balls in his hand before tugging himself a few more times at a slow pace.

"Need your hand. Please" You could feel the wetness drip into your panties as you looked from Elvis' tanned hand on his cock to his blissed out face. You still couldn't comprehend how big his cock was. It must have been at least ten inches. Thoughts started to cross your mind of how it would feel from the inside but you pushed them out of your head, for now at least and you placed your hand around it, brushing the tip with your thumb.

Elvis gasped at the contact and bucked himself up. "Did you like that, sweetheart? You're gonna like this even more" 

You left him with confusion plastered on his face as you removed your hand from him and left the room. You returned to the room you were staying in and headed for the bedside table draw.

You rummaged around amongst old papers and keys until you found what you were looking for-a bright pink vibrator. You sometimes brought it with you when you stayed with Elvis to use while he was asleep and none the wiser.

Luckily it was an extra quiet one. You grabbed it and rushed back to Elvis' bedroom. He looked extra frustrated but his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw the vibrator. You grinned and waved it in the air.

"Umm...what you gonna do with that?" He asked innocently, eyes fixated on it. You returned to your previous position on the bed. "You'll see!" You gave Elvis a cheeky wink and pressed the power on button on the vibrator.

Placing a your free hand on his thigh you brought the head of the vibrator to the head of Elvis' cock. The jolt of pleasure created by your actions caused Elvis to grip the bedsheet for dear life, letting out a delicious "Aaah" 

You leaned across the bed to bring your face to his "Kiss me, Elvis" You thought he'd hesitate but he didn't, grabbing your face and bringing his soft lips to yours instantly. 

"God damn mama" He moaned into your lips as you moved the instrument of pleasure up and down his shaft, letting it briefly touch his balls- which was too much for him. He squirmed and rushed to bat your hand away. 

"Too much for you baby?" You put on a sickly sweet voice. "Hell naw, god I was enjoying it. Just not on the balls. Too sensitive!" He gave a chuckle and kissed you again on the lips. 

A question suddenly came to you "Elvis, are you a virgin?" The question took him back to his  embarrassed state, he brought his head to the side and stared at the wall.

"Sorry honey. Didn't mean to upset you" Elvis didn't look away from the wall as he responded "You haven't. "Ju-just never spoke about it with anyone before"

He looked like he was about to cry. "I talk big in front of the boys but I've never found anyone I wanted to do it with" He finally turned to look at you.

"No one but you" Elvis must have seen the shock on your face  "Honey you can't be suprised, surely?

"All those times I tried to make a pass at you..." He trailed off and looked down at his chest. You put a kind hand on his shoulder. "Honey I thought you were joking, I never for a moment thought you meant it"

He took your face in his hands and looked right into your eyes "Oh I meant it" He kissed you tenderly,hands in your hair as the kiss became more passionate.

You suddenly noticed the ache between your legs,reaching down to touch yourself through your panties. Elvis saw what you were doing and brought two fingers to your clit, his hunger showing in his fast pace.

He swiftly pulled your nightdress over your head and flung it across the room before you wrapped your hand around his throbbing cock and tugged at it frantically.

"Fuck. Wait a minute. I just need to make love to you"

"Okay baby. I want it too" Elvis brought his head to your breasts and took one in his hand, causing a moan to escape your mouth by placing his lips around your already erect nipple, sucking and exploring it with his tongue.

He let his hand go down between your legs, rubbing your clit while you nibbled at his neck.

Your moans grew louder through every touch "Elvis, I need you inside me"

He groaned his eagerness "Gonna have to guide me a bit" You gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.

"I'll take care of you.." You gave his cock a small kiss. "And him" 

Elvis pulled you in for another kiss before you lightly pushed him to lay down on his back and sat straddling him. You lovingly stroked his cock and brought it to your pussy lips, rubbing it across the entrance and against your clit.

"Feel how wet I am for you?" Elvis didn't give a verbal response but moaned, his cock twitching against you.

"You ready honey?" You looked to him for confirmation as you hovered your pussy over the tip of his erection.

"So ready" His face was flushed and full of anticipation.

You slowly let the dripping tip enter you,hands on Elvis' chest as you gradually let him fully inside you. You couldn't quite believe how much he filled you up as you began riding him steadily.

Elvis' face as he felt you from the inside was the hottest thing you'd ever seen, his pretty eyelashes fluttering,his jaw clenched and his mouth parted.

He let out the most manly groan you'd ever heard, grabbing your ass to aid you up and down on him. You could tell by the sounds he was making that he wouldn't last long.

"Gotta tell me when you're ready to cum,okay?" You picked up the pace notably more, not caring who heard your loud moans as Elvis grabbed at your breasts, the ecstacy on his face becoming more and more with each bounce.

"Real close honey" Elvis could barely get the words out.

"I'm right behind you" You rubbed circles around your clit as you continued riding him, cuming with a moan of his name as you clung to his chest.

You quickly pulled out and turned onto all fours beside him, ass in the air. "You can cum on my ass if you want to baby" You gave it a slap and grinned, preparing yourself for him.

Elvis kneeled behind you, lining his cock up with your ass "God you've got the most beautiful ass I've ever seen! Perf- AHHH" As he tugged himself to completion his sentence broke as he cried out, moans that never seemed to end to match the stream of hot white mess he was gifting you with.

When he finally settled down he pulled you to lay on your back with him, both unbothered by the sticky mess. He reached down on the floor where the vibrator had fallen and powered it on.

"Lemme see if I can make you cum twice..or maybe six times" He was eager as ever. 

You weren't going to complain you thought as you spread your legs for Elvis Presley.

[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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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.”

[cator99]

When I was 18 I was dating a 30 year old ftm who worked as a piercer. Shortly after we got together, he let expressed how desperate he was to pierce my tongue, & said he'd do it for free. I agreed. I was in a very agreeable phase of my life. He picked me up from my high school (at least he was short so he didn't look too out of place honestly he looked younger than me. The way he dressed didn't help) & took me to his work which was this unkempt studio in a weird corner of a mall & I don't know if the lights were dim on purpose but I was like this is weird whatever at that point I had pierced my own face 8 times with safety pins so this is really whatever we got all ready to do it & after putting the needle to my tongue then having me flinch over & over & over until I was on the verge of tears I finally chickened out for good. I couldn't do it. He was so frustrated he got snappy & annoying- and when he realized he couldn't annoy me into doing it, he just went silent. Glaring. I still spent the night at his place, even though he was clearly pissed off. We had really awful sex while Moulin Rouge was playing on the tv beside the bed. I thought it was a stupid movie but it was his favorite so I was like whatever but he didn't pause it when we started getting into it & when he was on top of me going at it he turned to watch the TV- just kept going for over a minute like that even started getting more vigorous with it. And it was during some big scene too I wish I could remember so I can figure out which character he was pretending to be fucking probably that Ewan McGregor one I don't know why I didn't say anything I was just like alright cool I'm a prop whatever. He ended up moving into a house with a bunch of other people & one day we met up by my school & he was like Ok so me and my housemates have decided that our place is going to be a full-time no-limits bisexual kink house and "they" (the collective) wanted me to participate in it. But his housemates were older than him & they were mostly just random ugly men so I was like No I'm not interested in that sort of thing I only want to date you please leave your housemates out of this & he was like okay well it's not dating it's just a sex thing- however the way he described it made it sound like a free-range fuck fest where anything goes at all hours of the day which um at that age I was like okay that sounds exactly like what dating is to me that's something I would only do with someone I'm dating & I told him I wasn't into that & he was so offended & called me like some kind of idk sex phobic slut shaming toxic manogamist or whatever you know all those stupid things that sex addicts say said he thought I was different thought I was cool & open-minded and this is so important to him yadda yadda anyways I was agreeable but I wasn't an idiot so I politely declined and as a result he broke up with me on the spot it was so fucking awkward and I cried and begged him to stay with me I was like please I have nobody you're all I want you're all I have aaaaaaah! while he just stared at me completely blank faced before walking away. Afterwards I was like okay actually I'm so relieved, I did not actually like that guy I don't know why I was with him I don't know why I cried & asked him to stay maybe just to annoy him one last time like I didn't have any feelings for him one way or another we had zero chemistry no emotional connection whatsoever he didn't know how to carry a conversation just flop after flop on his end not going to lie...

[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...

[odetoavillan]

Training

     Maul left an opening in his defense as he spared with her, just to see if she would notice. She did, and her heel landed in his ribs. He grabbed her ankle, to push her over, but she grabbed his neck and flung her other leg around his shoulders. He tried to keep his balance but she grabbed his horns and twisted landing on the ground with him underneath.

         "Well done!" He grunted out a laugh. She panted heavily, keeping him pinned via pressure point.

          "You let me win." She huffed.

          "I allowed you strike me... I did not expect you to claim victory." He continued to chuckle.

     She flopped off him and lay on the ground, still panting. Maul sat up and watched her slowly catch her breath. His gaze slowly crept over her form. She always wore way oversized clothes, so when she lay on the ground was the only time her small frame could be made out. Maul had no idea why he looked forward to these moments, or quite why looking at her made his hearts pound out of sync.

          "You've got that look again." She spoke cutting into his thoughts.

          "I am pleased with your progress, my apprentice" He stated sitting cross legged near her.

         "You're still calling me that! It's been ages!" She droned.

          "Its only been 13 standard months." Maul snorted rolling his eyes.

          "Are you ever going to stop calling me that?" She laughed, poking his knee with her toes.

        "A master and an apprentice is a life time commitment." He stated as she sat up across from him.

          "I just thought we'd have at least progressed beyond those stiff titles." She shrugged.

          "At least? What more is there?" He questioned, scowling at her.

          "A lot!" She chuckled. "Friendship, relationship... I'm just talking nonsense again... I'll leave." She laughed face turning pink as sne stood up to go.

          "Sit." He droned. She huffed and sat on her knees this time. "Explain yourself." He ordered. She wiped her face and studied some arbitrary point just passed him. "Is the jedi ghost here again." He asked wearily.

          "Mmmh? Oh no... sorry... I was thinking... I just... please don't push me away... I'm not going to do anything ornry." She stated scooting closer to him. 

          "What are you doing?" He snarled, as she tentatively took his hands in hers. 

          "Look... I know you're having feelings that you don't understand towards me... I'm having the same feelings for you." She explained gently. Maul scowled.

         "Do not be ludicrous..." he started to hiss before she kissed the backs of his hands. "What's the meaning of this." He asked stiffening. Her cool teal eyes never left his amber ones. She put her hands on his thighs and started leaning forward. He started snarling at her.

          "It's ok..." she soothed, stopping her advancments and backing way slightly.  "I won't hurt you." Her thumbs carresed his thighs. He had seen her do something like this many times with agressive and wounded animals. He wanted to growl at the thought but knew it was true... he was nothing more than a thrashing wild animal, and she was about to tame him. "Remember when I got cold that one time?" She asked.

        "Yes..." He responded.

        "I'm going to get about that close... are you ok with that?" She asked, studying his features.

          "Yes..." He answered after a long mental debate. She smiled and leaned forward again.

     She kissed his cheek, leaning back to gage his reaction. His brow was creased, his nose and lips curled in a silent snarl.

         "What was that?" He hissed.

         "A kiss... it's a form of affection." She explained smiling lightly.

         "It's disgusting." He snapped. She nodded once and started moving back. Maul quickly caught her aound her biceps and held her close. He glared at her, a growl low in his throat. "Again." He ordered. She chuckled kissing his other cheek. He swallowed a strange vibrating in his throat as she lingered just a little longer on his cheek.

          "Maul... I don't tame those agressive animals... I'm not trying to tame you... I'm just trying to gain your trust." She whispered holding either side of his face. Maul exhaled shakily as she stroked his cheeks, holding her wirsts.

She kissed under all three of his fore horns. Never had any one ever been as gentle or caring with him as this human. He decided he quite liked this affection and her. He grabbed her tightly around the waist and held her as close as he could. She grunted as air was forced from her lungs.

          "You have my unending trust and loyalty, my.... friend" He vowed.

          "And you have minen my desr friend." She smiled brightly down at him .Maul chuckled, his frame starting to shake under all the unfamiliar feelings. "Hey... let's go read something together..." she stated trying to pull away. He growled holding her tighter, she grunted again. "Maul! Sweetie... you need to give yourself a quick brake... you're shaking, you're getting overwhelmed... trust me... and I cant breath." She urged. He quickly let her go. She stood and pulled him up by his hands, he did feel better but he wanted more. She bumped into his shoulder with hers as they walked. "Just like your training me for combat... you just need training for affection... I'm new to the whole physical affection thing too so we'll get better at it together." she explained interlacing her fingers with his.

          "Agreed." Maul felt an upward tug on his mouth but scowled instead. She laughed and hugged his arm. Maul the upward tug took over his features at the sound of her laugh, and he couldn't have felt more at peace.