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avengers-age-of-fanfics · 4 years ago

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just for you, honeybee (3/?)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x reader (platonic)

word count: 3,986

authors note: part three!!!! I'm honestly so happy with how this is turning out so please leave feedback and lmk how I'm doing! thank you all so much :)

warnings: swearing, super soldier serum injection, needles, drinking

summary: dating back to 1943, you, james barnes, and steve rogers were best friends, including bucky being your boyfriend. when you get a notice that bucky died in the war, you make it your mission to find closure for yourself and protect steve as he is the only remaining piece of bucky you have left. once you are offered the super soldier serum, you and steve must make your way through world war 2 - and the unknown future hardships to come.

recap: You picked at your nails, anxiety swallowing you whole, “and what if you don’t make it back, either?”

“I will.”

It had only taken you 5 days to make up your mind: either go with Steve as he finishes out his mission with the army or wait in Brooklyn upon his return. “Well,” you always bit back, “if you return.”

You did not want to stay in Brooklyn and wait for Steve to come back. You had done that with Bucky and after learning his tragic death, you needed to go with Steve. You didn’t care who you had to fight – you were protecting Steve Rogers and looking after him, just like James would have wanted.

Peggy Carter immediately welcomed you and seemed somewhat relieved when you had met with them outside your apartment complex, bags packed and ready to go. She had given you a soft smile and a nod, making you feel more at calm with your decision. However, before you left, you needed to say goodbye – just in case.

Dressed in a tie-neck floral dress, you headed across the street to where Grover was, selling newspapers once again in the early morning. However, when he wasn’t on the sidewalk, he was in your apartment, holding you as you cried for Bucky. Grover had helped you open Bucky’s files and put on his dog tags; he was there while Steve was sorting out your arrangements with Peggy. He had your snot stains on his nicest shirts that you always apologized for, and he had carefully placed the dog tags over your head; Grover was certainly one of your rocks when Steve needed to grieve on his own, which you understood.

Noticing your approaching figure, Grover stood up and shooed people away from his stand, meeting you halfway. He noticed your solemn look, “you goin’ with Mr. America?”

With a nod, you wrapped your arms around the older man’s neck, his chubby arms meeting your waist in a split second, “I have to, Grove. I needta’ keep my promise to James, and watch after Stevie.”

Grover tightened his grip around you and squeezed, much like a father would, “sure that super soldier can’t do it himself? Looks more than capable.”

You shook your head against his neck, “I promised – I promised James; you know that.”

Grover pulled away, resting his hands on your shoulders, “I know you did, kid…but that don’t mean it still pains me to see ya go…Come back here, the both of you, in one piece – ya hear me?”

With a nod, you squeezed Grover’s hand on your shoulder and went back to where Steve and Peggy were standing by an army truck, your bags already in the trunk. As the two looked back at you, you gave a curt nod, “I’m ready.”

Steve helped you into the backseat as Peggy headed up front, starting the truck up once you were all piled in. As you rode off, away from Brooklyn, you looked back to your home, and gave a sad wave to Grover who was already back to selling newspapers – but you saw him wiping his cheeks. Tears flooded your eyes as you imagined you and Bucky finding a nice white picket house in Brooklyn once he came back like he promised. Turning back around, you wiped your eyes, looking forward to the road, a hand wrapped around Bucky’s dog tags.

Only a little while into the car ride, you leaned forward, asking the two soldiers a question, “where exactly are we headed?”

Steve turned around towards you, “first, Camp Lehigh where we’ll get you some ID so they know you’re with Peggy and me. Then, London, where Colonel Phillips got a lead on Schmidt’s new hideout.”

You looked down at your nails, picking at the skin surrounding them, “can I be of help in any way? And, uh… who is Schmidt?”

Peggy glanced back at you for a quick moment, “how are your fighting skills, y/n?”

Steve gave her a glare, “no, absolutely not.”

The driver looked back once more, expecting an answer. You glanced at Steve, “I’ve got experience with guns and hand-on-hand combat.”

Steve shook his head, “that’s nice but I’m not letting you do what I think Peggy is insinuating.”

Peggy elbowed him before she answered you, “there’s a chance your skills may come in handy, Miss y/n, but it won’t be an easy feat.”

You nodded to her, “I’d like to be of any service I can, Agent Carter.”

Steve grumbled, “am I just invisible to you two?” That finally got a giggle out of you and Steve glanced back, squeezing your hand, before turning towards the front.

You waited a few moments before you tapped Steve’s shoulder, getting his attention, “hmm?”

With a head tilt, you asked again, “who is this Schmidt guy? Never got an answer earlier.”

Steve seemed a bit tense when you asked before answering you, “he’s a confidant to Hitler and closely affiliated with Hydra. Once we take down Schmidt, we get closer to taking down Hitler.”

Your eyes had widened during his short summary, “so you really been killin’ Nazis, Stevie?”

He huffed, “been trying too – mostly taking over Hydra bases. Buck was more the killing Nazi type.”

With a slight smile, you squeezed Steve’s hand, “sounds like our James.”

The rest of the ride was quiet, save for some mindless chatter over Peggy’s radio.

By the time you three got to Camp Lehigh, getting your identification was nothing out of the ordinary; however, being looked at with either such sorrow or surprise was a shock. You had assumed people knew about Bucky, but you never thought Bucky had told everyone about the girl from home, nor that they knew what she looked like. Tears flooded your eyes very quickly at the image of Bucky boasting about his Brooklyn girl and everything about her, and apparently, his words got all the way back to New Jersey.

Even when you got to the London Bunker, more dejected looks were given your way. Some sick part of you wished he hadn’t made you such a big deal, but if he were still alive, you’d be flustered. With subtle hands, you quietly put Bucky’s dog talks within your new army greens officer uniform. While you definitely were not an officer, Peggy had no problem lending you one of hers, telling you that if someone had a problem with it, take it up with her.

You clearly remembered her conversation as she dragged you into her tent, quickly shoveling through a trunk of hers, “are you alright wearing one of these? I have a few different sizes – whatever fits you.”

You accepted a green skirt of hers with a nod, along with a tan-colored blouse and a green jacket. Thankfully, it had no medals on it so you didn’t exactly feel as if you were impersonating a soldier.

You looked towards Peggy as she made her leave, “thank you, Agent Carter…You truly did not have to do this but – but I appreciate it.”

Peggy gave a soft smile as she opened the tent, “anything for Barnes’ girl.”

Right when she left, you sobbed for a good 20 minutes. You remember mumbling to yourself, “I hope I still am your best girl, Jamie.”

Over the next few days, you had quickly grown accustomed to the troops' fast pace and overall serious atmosphere, along with their Colonel. You would never admit it to the man, but Colonel Phillips scared you when you two had first met; you wondered if he had ever laughed in his entire life. And you definitely wouldn’t tell him this either, but you knew he was a big softie underneath that whole ‘I’m Colonel Phillips and you have to be intimidated by me’ attitude. Once you had arrived in London, you made it your mission to make the Colonel laugh, whether it be at your expense or someone else’s – but it took your mind off James; well, as much as it could.

One man who admired your mission and seemed to play along with it was Mr. Howard Stark; when the two of you weren’t messing around, history was being made, and changing the world for the better was your first priority.

Besides his cocky attitude, Howard had truly become one of your favorite people – besides Captain America himself, of course. When Steve had introduced you to the team focused on finding Schmidt and the rest of Hydra, Howard had taken to you liking a father hen, showing you his new tech and his favorite, the new vibranium shield he made for Cap. He was so ecstatic about showing a new face his greatest creation and how indestructible it was; as he told you, everyone else did not seem as impressed and he needed someone with a brain like yours to comprehend what he made.

While nobody else knew, he had also shown you the last remaining vial of the super-soldier serum Dr. Erskine had made and thus, what Howard had been trying to recreate. He had almost been successful but told you he did not want to use Erskine’s last vial on someone, in case it ever came to that. Instead, he wanted to try his own, one that would not affect one’s looks physically but included all the enhancements. Now that got you intrigued; you loved Steve, truly, but if you ever got the chance to take Stark’s serum and wanted a husband in the future, you did not want to look so…bulky.

The two of you worked closely together, using Stark brainpower and L/N design skills and expert eye to create the new symbol for Captain America.

With a pretty decent paint job on your part, both you and Howard took a step back from the upheld shield, looking over the new red, white and blue design, fit with a silver star. Tears filled your eyes but you refused to let them fall as Howard rested a hand on your back – your Stevie would be carrying that shield proudly very shortly.

Howard pulled you into a quick side hug, “Sergeant Barnes would be proud of you, kid. Look at you, designing Captain America’s new shield!”

With a soft laugh, you wiped your eyes, “I hope he would be.”

Before Howard stepped away to give you some space, you grabbed onto his arm, eyes darting towards the suitcase underneath his desk, “can I ask you something, Howard?”

Howard crossed his arms, “what’s goin’ on inside that head of yours, kiddo?”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, “listen, I know you’re gonna say no, but I just… I need to get this out.”

Howard noticed your serious tone and pulled you against a corner of the huge bunker that had been your home for the past couple of days, surrounded by books that you had read in record time, “go on, kid.”

You fumbled over your words, nails scratching against your skin, “do you think – do you think I could take the serum? Your recreation, of course – I saw your successful attempts and I want to take it. I’ve thought it over, truly, and it’s what I want. Ever since James – ever since James died, I’ve felt so lost and useless; I want to do something, something that James would be proud of. And I know you’re gonna say no, but Howard, I really need to do this, so please-“

Howard interrupted you, hand held up calmly, “let’s talk to Colonel Phillips, okay?”

Your eyes grew wide, “real-really? No immediate reprimanding?”

He looked at you with soft eyes, “I know what you’re feeling, y/n, and it’s not a good feeling. While I wish there was another solution other than you taking the serum, I – I’m not opposed to it. Maybe we need a sidekick.”

You gave a slight smile as he grinned back, “thank you, Howie.” He pinched your arm in response to his nickname, narrowing his eyes playfully.

The moment you asked Colonel Phillips for a private meeting with you, him, Howard, and Peggy, he already seemed on edge. Woke up on the wrong side of the cot, sour coffee, you weren’t sure – but you were sure that he was not going to be happy with your idea.

As expected, the meeting with Colonel Phillips was not exactly great; he may have thrown a fit and yelled at you for even suggesting such a thing. Okay, ouch, that stung – you genuinely thought it was a good idea.

You had interrupted during such fit, “sir, may I remind you that Steve Rogers had no prior fighting experience yet he got the super-soldier serum? I have the skills – well, some skills - the will to fight, and the…”

You stopped.

“I have a purpose, just like Steve,” you began once more, “Hydra took away the most important person in my life and I’ll be damned to hell if I’m not gonna do anything to stop them. So please, sir, let me do this.”

Peggy Carter stood beside Colonel Phillips, her lips twitching up in a slight smile, “you remind me of him. Of Barnes.” The Colonel grumbled.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, “I guess he rubbed off on me.”

Peggy looked to Colonel Phillips as he was deep in thought, until he spoke, “you talk to Rogers about this?”

You shook your head, “no, sir.”

Colonel Phillips crossed his arms, “I suggest you bring it to his attention before we make a final decision, l/n. Then, if we decide yes, we’re going to need to change the plan just a tad bit.”

With a nod, you stood up and walked out of the meeting room, hoping to find Steve around the corner somewhere; on your way out, you already heard Colonel Phillips grumbling about how it would be nice to have another super-soldier.

One of the Howling Commandos spoke up during your search for Steve, “he’s over at Crocker’s Folly. Bar right across the street from here, kid.” You thanked him and walked out of the site, spotting a very beat-down bar just across the street, surprisingly still standing.

Heading over, you had honestly no idea how to bring up the idea of you taking the serum to Steve; it definitely was no normal conversation. You knew he would say no, but you wanted to take it and be of use during the war and avenge Bucky in any way you could. Once inside, you heard a radio in the distance of the bar, unsure of what song was playing. Following the sound, broken glass and among other things crunched under your footsteps, letting Steve know someone was there.

Sitting at a table with a bottle of liquor and a glass by himself, your best friend turned around and glanced at you, pulling up a chair. You gave a small smile, finding the seat right across from him, “are you okay?”

Steve shrugged, “that Dr. Erskine said the serum wouldn’t just affect my muscles, it would affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing… which means uh.. –“

“You can’t get drunk.”

Steve shot you a look, “when you’d get so smart?”

You kicked his foot with a chuckle, “when I started hangin’ out with Howard.”

He gave a sad smile as tears flooded his eyes, “I am so sorry, y/n.”

You choked back a sob, eyes filling with tears, “it wasn’t your fault, Stevie. I know that you did everything you could.”

Steve’s eyes were brimmed red, “how are you – how are you staying so strong?”

Clearing your throat of the sob making its way up, you licked your lips, “I feel like I’ve cried too many tears, Steve. I want to cry more, my god I do, but I know he wouldn’t want that.”

Steve nodded, “’m sorry to bring him up, I just…” he mumbled, “I’m going to kill Schmidt and all of Hydra if it’s the last thing ‘m gonna do, y/n.” His hand had curled into a fist and you felt the anger radiating off of him.

You grasped his hand, softly uncurling it, “I actually wanted to talk to you about something, pertaining Schmidt.”

Steve let out a grumble, taking one last sip of his drink, “everything okay?”

You nodded, “I – I’m okay. But Howard…he has a remaining vial of the serum from Dr. Erskine and has even recreated it himself. I talked to Peggy and Colonel Phillips and I’m going to take it, the recreation.”

Steve’s eyes shot up to yours, “Y/N, I can’t – I can’t let you do that. It’s too dangerous and I promised –“

“Steve,” you stopped him, “I know you promised Bucky that you would look out for me. I promised him that about you, too. But I want to do this. It’s my decision and I’m hoping you’ll let me do this for myself and Buck.”

The man across from you looked down at his glass for a long while before he looked you in the eyes with a grin, “’gonna pretend I can get drunk and forget why I even agreed.”

A small smile formed on your lips as you reached over, squeezing his hand, “thank you, Stevie. Now c’mon, we got a serum to inject and plans to tweak.”

When the two of you reached the bunker once again, you nodded to Howard and he let out a breath. He was not exactly looking forward to this, injecting you with the serum, but it’s what you wanted. Word quickly got to Colonel Phillips who seemed a bit relieved himself, glad there were no tantrums thrown – much like his.

Down the many halls of the bunker, Howard, Peggy, and a few nurses prepared an operation room, a bed centered in the middle of the room as lights displayed it. Once you were injected, you would need a few moments to recollect yourself – both of them knew this.

You, Colonel Phillips, and Steve stood outside the operation room, looking in as Howard laid out the serum and sedation if needed. The Colonel spoke up first, looking down at you, “you certain about this? There’s no guarantee you’ll live.”

You nodded, “I’m aware, Colonel. But I’ve thought it through and it’s what I want.”

Steve looked to you as the Colonel looked on, “you yell for me if you need me, okay? I’m right outside.” You gave him a small smile before you headed inside per Howard’s direction.

Steve stopped you once more, “and y/n?”

You turned around to look at him as he continued, “you’re a good person. Maybe not a perfect soldier yet, but a good person.”

You smiled at Steve, “looks like I’ll need you as my teacher once I become your sidekick, Stevie.” You both let out a chuckle.

Nurses stood behind the two tables surrounding the cot you were instructed to lay on, taking off your shirt and tossing it into Peggy’s arms, letting out a whistle, immediately calming your nerves. You flashed her a smile which she returned.

Bright lights shining onto your body – now only clad in a bra and some army green cargo pants – your gaze shifted to Howard. He looked albeit nervous but once he caught your eye, all nerves disappeared, “how ya feelin’ kid?”

You chuckled, “like I’m about to be turned into a super-soldier.”

Howard’s shoulders shook with a slight laugh, “that’s nuts – it’s almost as if I’m administering said serum. I’m gonna inject you with some penicillin, okay?”

You nodded your head, looking towards the window where you saw Steve looking way too tense. With a smile, you gave him a thumbs up in which he chuckled at, shaking his head. Beside him stood the Colonel who looked nervous himself, but with a blow-kiss, you saw him roll his eyes and turn back into your stern Colonel Phillips.

Howard spoke up, grabbing your attention, “now, y/n, your transformation will be a bit different from Steve’s, but the outcome should be the same – just no outer physical changes, as I mentioned. No need for nerves. You ready?”

You nodded, and with a deep breath, you felt the sharp needle penetrate your skin, injecting you with the serum. As the serum coursed through your veins, your skin felt as if it were on fire, your breaths growing quicker and sweat already forming on your skin. Howard noticed your breaths, “deep breaths, kid, don’t rush the process. You got this. How ya feelin’?”

You grunted, “burning – hot but cold. Freezer burn.”

Howard grew pale, somehow making sense of your words, “okay, y/n, you gotta fight this. Don’t let the serum override your body – you gotta let it combine with your cells. C’mon, kid!” Peggy’s grip tightened on your shirt as she looked on, whispering words of encouragement.

Outside, Steve and Colonel Phillips began pacing, the Colonel glaring through the window, telling himself that he could telepathically communicate with you and force you to live through this. Steve bit his thumb, growing more and more anxious by the second.

Your body had now started to sweat profusely, the shine adding itself to your figure as you breathed heavier, a gasp and a sharp scream leaving your lips. Steve immediately ran in, holding your hand, “y/n, come on, please! Fight this – don’t give up, please. I – I need you, we all do.”

In a split second, your eyes opened, meeting Steve’s for a split second before you let out another yell, eyes squeezing shut once more, “Steve! It hurts – it hurts!”

Your whole body felt as if it were on fire yet hypothermic, your chest feeling so heavy that it was difficult to breathe. Every cell in your body felt as if it were being torn apart and being put back together again; you talked to yourself in your head, “how the hell did Steve do this?”

Steve ran a hand over your now-damp hair, “I know, I know, but you got this, y/n. Once you beat this, we’ll go and kill those sonsabitches at Hydra, you hear me? You gotta beat this.”

Over time, which honestly felt like hours, your body slowly started to welcome the serum and new changes within your body, your breathing returning to normal and sweat disappearing onto the cot below you, body returning to normal temperature. With only a slightly bloody nose, you felt…good. Resting against the cot, you let out a sigh, eyes fluttering.

Howard hooked an IV up to your arm, returning the liquids you had sweat out, pushing your shoulder lightly, “’gotta talk to me, kid.”

You grumbled, “’m tired…but feel like I could run a marathon.”

Steve’s hand squeezed yours as he let out a laugh, looking up to the ceiling, “that’s your girl, Barnes. You did great, y/n – you did great.”

Eyes still shut, you hummed, “mmm…do I have abs of steel now?”

Steve chuckled, “would it make you feel better if I said yes?”

You nodded your head, a dopey smile on your face. Steve continued, “I wouldn’t want to fight you in the ring, bug.”

Slowly but surely, you opened your eyes, adjusting to the way your body felt and sensed everything around you. With a grunt, you rubbed your eyes, glancing at your hands – hmm, they looked the same?

Howard noticed your confusion, “Remember what I said, kid? No outer physical changes, but you got all the upgrades Rogers has. Better looking, obviously,” you let out a soft laugh, “just not as bulky.”

With a hum, you sat up, fighting off Steve and Howard’s mother hen tendencies, “’mentioned that earlier…bulky. ‘m fine, by the way – stop worryin’.”

Slowly getting off the cot, you walked around the room, stretching your legs and your whole body. Everything felt different but good; it’s like your senses and every cell within your body were heightened. “It felt cold,” you mentioned to Howard, “the serum.”

He nodded, “as opposed to the vita-rays, we had to keep it in cold storage. Easier that way.”

You hummed, and while turning around in the small room, your eyes met Steve’s once more, “well Captain, what now?”

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zaikaglow · 4 years ago

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Umbrageous Part 5

Pairing: Levi x Reader, Erwin x Reader, mention of Hange x Reader and Eren x Reader

Summary: Hange makes good on their promise to introduce you to Mr.Ackerman but you worry that your trail of conquests are going to start catching up with you

Content Warnings: Step dad! Erwin, cheating, pseudoincest, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

It was around 4pm when you were again sitting at your vanity, wearing a form fitting little black dress putting on the finishing touches. A pair of diamond earrings that Erwin had given you for your birthday, you finish adorning your ear and remember the trouble these little rocks had caused. You had sworn your mom had caught onto your little affair with daddy when she wouldn’t stop commenting on “how nice those earrings were, maybe a little too nice for a girl that young, how much did they cost? Have you ever gotten me Jewelry that nice”. You chuckle to yourself at the memory when there's a knock at the door. Then it opens, of course it was Erwin he never waited for responses he just let himself right in “Y/n I'm going to be out tonight… where are you going?” he seems taken back a little trying to figure out just where you’d be going dressed as nicely as you were. Certainly not a nightclub, maybe on a date with the Jaeger boy? No you wouldn’t put in that much effort for him, it was obvious you saw him as a toy that you were slowly getting bored of. You meet his eyes in the mirror “Oh same place as you are daddy, that little work soiree, your partner's client Hange is taking me” you finish with a delicate smile. Erwin leans onto the door frame his voice is low, almost like a growl “and what did you do to get them to bring you as their date?”. You can’t help but to laugh “come on daddy, do you think i'm a little whore? Maybe they just think I’m a promising young women and are interested in my potential” you can see Erwin start to relax right as there's a knock on the door grabbing your jacket you get up to go downstairs and meet your date for the night but not before making one last comment as you slide past Erwin’s frame “oh and by the way Hange’s cum tastes a hell of a lot better than yours maybe you should ask them for their secret”. You sway, practically dancing down the hall to the stairs all while Erwin is staring slack jawed, having trouble comprehending what a little whore his sweet princess was.

“So are you ready my dear?” Hange smiles at you, their arm around your shoulders “don’t be nervous I already told you he looks scary but actually he’s a softy underneath”. You bite down on your bottom lip as you start to play with your thumbs “you sure he’d even be interested in someone like me?” you say nervously glancing at Hange looking for reassurance. Normally you were so confident when it came to pulling men but something about Levi was different, he was so aloof, so pretty, it made you nervous about trying to even approach him. “That tiny asshole won’t say it but he’s lonely, trust me just come on a little softer than you did to me and a girl as pretty as you will have him eating out of your hands. Okay here we go, just remember the plan” Hange finishes as they continue to walk you away from the party and over to a secluded area where you see Levi sitting by himself at one of the tables that were set up sitting with his legs crossed and balancing a book on his knee. “Leevvii!” he glances up at the two of you cocking a brow when his eyes meet yours. “Levi, you remember y/n? Of course you do! Well, she told me she doesn’t normally drink but I convinced them to try a gin and tonic and now they're not feeling too hot, you mind watching over them for a bit? Erwin’s busy mingling with more clients and I should join and I think they’d feel the safest with you” Hange ushers you into the chair next to Levi giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze in an attempt to say good luck while they start to run off back into the crowd. “Don’t tell me you're sick after only one drink” Levi says, eyes now glued back to the page. God why the fuck does he make you so nervous “no not like to much to drink sick it just made me feel kinda off”. Levi’s gaze drifts away from the book and back to you “and Hange thought I would make you feel safe?” he says his eyes look like questioning like he can’t believe that it was true. “Oh well it’s just there's so many strangers here and you were really nice when we met last week, and you don’t give me the creeps like some of the men here” your head is down but out of the corner of your eye you can start to see a red spread across his cheeks and to the tips of his ears. Hange was right, all you had to do was flatter him and he’d be eating out of the palm of your hand they said. So many women would dismiss him based on height alone, something like a comment about “making you feel safe” would definitely go straight to his head. “Um Levi, could you help me find some water?” he looks towards the crowd seeing how packed the bar was with all those “strange men” that you claimed to not be comfortable around. “I-if you're okay w-with it I have some water bottles in my office u-upstairs” he stutters out. Dam Hange was right, maybe this Mr.Ackerman wasn’t going to be as difficult as you thought. Still sitting down you offer him your hand and he grabs it in a feather light grip, like he was afraid you’d break, and you're thankful because when you turn your head back you can see Eren walking through the crowd looking like a lost puppy. Dammit he’s definitely looking for you, Erwin probably called him to come to keep your head out from between his clients legs.

Levi’s office was similar to Erwins, except it was much cleaner. Not that Erwin was a slob but Levi’s office had a smell of disinfectant and it looks like it was almost brand new. Levi goes and opens the bottom drawer of his desk and instead of being littered with random papers and trinkets it was well organized containing a case of bottled waters, tea boxes, and a couple mugs. You take a seat on the corner of his desk. It's so shiny you can only imagine the effort he puts in to keeping it clean. Levi hands you the bottle of water and sits down in his desk chair. “You know there’s actual chairs in this office y/n” he says perhaps a little concerned with how much taller than him you were sitting up on the desk rather in a chair. Worrying that the water would clear your head and then you realized a girl as pretty as you didn't have to be hanging out with a manlet like him. “Hmm but that's so far away from you, Levi” you almost coo, looking down at him that pretty little blush starting to spread back across his face. His eyes look away from yours “you're still pretty far away, how’s the weather up there giraffe”. Ah here it is, your opening. If you're a lioness stalking your prey then Mr.Ackerman is a antelope that's just made the fatal mistake of turning his back to you.

With those words you slide off the desk and plant your knees between his legs, hands resting on his knees and starting to move up his thighs “Is this better for you Levi?” you say now having to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes “Y/n w-what are you doing” he whispers, face turning red and eyes going wide. You sit up a little, bringing one palm to his cheek, the other supporting yourself on the chair's armrest. Your nose starts to drag along his other cheek and down his jaw “Do you not like me Levi? I always thought you were so pretty” you finish your sentence with a kiss to his neck. The poor touch starved man nearly moans at the contact “No i-its not that I don't like you its just that uh” you grip his sharp jaw in your hands ``If you're worried about my dad I’m an adult. I can do what I want. Now I’m going to keep going and you can just say if and when you want me to stop okay, love”? All Levi can do is shake his head yes, before you unbutton the top of his shirt exposing his collar bone. This is where you plant your first kiss before dragging your sharp tongue up his neck, brushing your nose over his jaw before finally planting a warm but firm kiss to his lips. His part into a sign at the contact, he seems unsure of what to do with his hands keeping them planted on the arm rests. “I want to do something for you if you’ll let me” you say hands starting to undo his belt, again all Levi can do is nod. As soon as his belt is undone you undo the pants and pull his cock free from the confines of his boxers, it slapping against his stomach. “Oh I don’t want to make a mess of my dress I hope you understand” you pull the straps off the dress down your arms and then pull it down to your waist exposing both your breasts. You notice how Levi’s eyes widen even more “do you want to touch them?” before he can even give you a chance to answer you move his hands over to your breast and squeeze your hands over his. At the contact you notice the head of his cock start to leak pre-cum. Removing his hands you go and grab his cock in one hand using your thumb to smear the leaking precum over his head before bringing it up to your mouth. You start by giving his slit some quick kitten licks before sinking your lips around it. You keep your tongue flat as you move your head up and down against his length, his hands moving shakily to your shoulders, head thrown back in his chair, strands of black hair clinging to the sweat on his brow. Your right hand wraps around the bottom of his length touching the stiff black hairs against his pelvis and it moves up and down meeting your mouth. You feel his grip on your shoulders tighten and he sounds like he’s trying to say something but no words come out and you realize he’s about to release. You bring the head of his cock to just behind your lips as you feel him start to spill out into your mouth and run down your neck and leaving pretty pearls of cum on your tits. You swallow what's left in your mouth and give his twitching head another kiss right before you hear the banging on the door.

Of course because it's Erwin there’s no wait for a reply and he barges in and you quickly try and pull your dress back up as Levi pulls the hem of his shirt down to try and cover his softening cock. Eyes now widened in fear instead of arousal. Erwin storms over to the desk and harshly grabs you by the waist picking you up off the floor. “Disgusting” he says, taking out his pocket square and roughly wiping your mouth before throwing it down on Levi’s desk. “Hey Levi I would really appreciate it if you could keep your cock out of my daughter's mouth. Erwin's nostrils are flared and you swear you’ve never seen him this mad and it's starting to hurt how tightly he’s gripping you to his waist. Levi looks pathetic trying to cover himself with his shirt, looks like he’s about to speak but Erwin cuts him off saying “you and me will talk later, as for you young lady. Were about to have a talk right fucking now”. Erwin drags you into his office slamming the door pushing you onto his desk “What the hell was that little stunt y/n? I told you I was fine with you fucking around with Jaeger, but my clients? And now my best friend? What the hell has gotten into you?”. You can feel the tears start to well in your eyes. You want to yell about how he never asked if you were okay with him fucking your mom, but you just can’t say anything besides choke out “I’m sorry”. “Turn around” he says, you look at him teary eyes widening “I said turn around and plant your hands on the desk y/n”. As soon as you do what he says you feel him start to pull up your dress and you hear a zipper come undone. Suddenly thick fingers jerk your panties to the side and you feel him slide his fat cock into you with no prep stretching you apart “daddy that hurts” you say tears starting to run down your face. “Oh it hurts princess? Well maybe you should have thought about that before you went putting other men's cocks in your mouth” he continues his thrusting as his hands sneak under your armpits and reach back up to meet behind your neck putting you into a full nelson. The control he has over you and the rough pace would normally be enough for you to cum but he hasn’t given you enough time to warm up and all you can focus on is the sting of him stretching you apart until you feel him release inside you and the dribble of his release down your thighs. He releases your neck but grabs your jaw in his large hands and brings your head up till his lips meet your ear “now what on earth am I going to do with you princess”?

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maipreciation · 4 years ago

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hello, hoping you don't take this the wrong way but why do you like Mai so much?

Hi anon! I’m never gonna take the chance to talk about one of my favorite characters the wrong way :)

My biggest (and most personal) reason is that Mai happens to be a character I found super relatable upon first watch of the series. From the moment she’s introduced, we see a young woman who feels stifled by her surroundings and controlled by parents who don’t really seem to see her as a person or recognize her individual wants. She hides her emotions behind a mask because emotions = vulnerability; she keeps her thoughts to herself because she’s seen the horrible things that happen when you speak out of turn to the wrong person. She’s bored with what life has given her thus far, and I think underneath that facade, she’s also terribly lonely.

And eight-year-old me absolutely ate that up. For lack of a better word, I felt seen. This stoic girl reminded me of myself, so much so that the first time I watched the Beach ep I actually cried at the bonfire conversation between the Fire Nation teens- not at Ty Lee’s emotional confession about her sisters or Zuko’s anger/ internal moral conflict or even Azula’s heart wrenching line about her mother- but at Mai’s flat admission of “I was a rich, only child who got everything I wanted. So long as I behaved, and sat still, and didn’t speak unless spoken to…”

That line cut me deep, because out of all the characters in atla, I felt like I knew exactly what Mai was going through. (And when you’re a kid consuming any kind of media, finding a character you identify with is one of the top priorities- at least it was for me lol) I couldn’t relate much to Katara- idealistic, nurturing, unafraid to shed tears. I didn’t have Ty Lee’s bubbly outlook or Azula’s calculating mind and razor-edged charisma. I wasn’t a competent leader like Suki or a strong-willed tomboy/ deep down softie like Toph. But I felt like I knew Mai.

Obviously a lot of time has passed since my first watch of avatar. I’ve grown up- and along the way, worked through a lot of the emotional blocks that drew me to Mai in the first place. But I still love her character because of what she meant to me at the time, and the hope she gave me back then for my future self. Mai’s reunion with Zuko in the series finale will always have a place in my heart- I see it as a new beginning not just for them as a couple, but also (or maybe even more so?) as a new beginning for Mai as an individual who feels safe and loved enough to be more open with those around her- while at the same time, not having to completely change who she is as a person in order to be in a relationship/ get a happy ending.

My other reasons are a lot less in depth but no less important imo. I admire Mai’s skill with knives, her sarcastic one-liners, her super shiny hair. I appreciate how she called Zuko out for his erratic behavior and point blank said that even though he’d been through bad things, that wasn’t an excuse for him lashing out at others. I like the dynamic she Ty Lee present as two incredibly different young women both walking the very dangerous line of being ‘friends’ with Azula. I like how she would rebel in little ways, like when she refused to chase Sokka and Katara into the slurry pipeline during The Drill, or how she gave Azula the side eye after her date with Zuko was interrupted in early season 3. I like the final confrontation at the Boiling Rock and Mai’s decision to stand up for the sake of someone she believed in. And honestly, if I’ve made anything clear in this response, it’s that I just like Mai.

I hope I answered your question! I got a little carried away with the length of this response, but I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to voice how I feel. Ty for the question!!

#yikes this got long #i just have a lot of feelings about mai ok #one of the most underrated/ unfairly disliked characters in the series if you ask me #if there is a mai defense squad #count this as my official application #also where my url originated from: mai + appreciation = maipreciation #mai #atla meta #atla character analysis #maiko #my posts #ashlei's answers

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dreaming-of-assclass · 4 years ago

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Oooooo if 3-E were supernatural creatures who would be what 👀👀👀

Oooohh this is interesting to think about! I’m sorry, I don’t know a lot haha so I did some research to have more options!!

Karma: Demon

I feel like I don’t need to elaborate on this too much lmao. The boy is mischievous, LOVES to mess with mortals for no reason. When he’s feeling a particularly strong emotion, usually rage, excitement, etc, his eyes glow a shade of yellow-gold (like what canon showed)

Isogai: Demi-God

His crazy perfection in everything has to come from somewhere. His father was a God who left his realm and lost his immortality to be with Isogai’s mother, a mortal. Isogai only became aware of his heritage after his father’s passing.

Okajima: Half-Angel

LMAO I mostly picked this for the irony, but it kinda fits ngl. He’s generally a good, loyal, kind person and a very good friend. His perverted nature is his one big flaw and comes from the influence of his mortal father, who was his main guardian since his mother remained on Heaven.

Okano: Werewolf

I’m gonna credit this one to @greengargouille haha. They made a wonderful post about this idea that I still adore with my whole heart. But yeah, Okano being a badass werewolf with crazy athleticism and defying femininity expectations? Yes please.

Okuda: Witch

She excels in potion-making, of course. She comes from a long line of witches and magic-users in her family. So she feels quite a bit of pressure to be successful. She’s very talented but needs a tad bit more of control in her magic.

Kataoka: Mermaid

This one shouldn’t be a surprise haha. She’s a very strong and powerful swimmer...but where does all that raw talent come from? Surprise, Megu is a mermaid and she can transform between her physical forms at will. She loves the water because it’s her home and what she knows best.

Kayano: Part-Phoenix

I don’t know how this works and how someone can be part-Phoenix lmao, but it fits her way too well. A being that goes out in flames and starts a new life...isn’t that basically what Kayano did after her reveal? Her new life is her going by Akari again and showing her true colors to the class.

Kanzaki: Goddess

She’s apart of a very royal family of gods...all with ridiculously high standards and little respect for her. Kanzaki is very powerful and has so much raw potential but she’s never been able to show it. Her best skills are teleportation, invisibility, and a strong grasp on aerokinesis.

Kimura: Centaur

I’m serious about this one lmao. He’s a very fast runner and impresses everyone, and it’s thanks to his strong physique and raw energy in centaur form. Don’t worry, he can shape-shift back to a human form, but he hates it because he loses his height and is back to being 160 cm.

Kurahashi: Fairy

Of course, this bright, sunny, cheerful sweet girl could only be a fairy. She has a very strong connection to nature and wildlife, to the point that if they’re harmed, she feels the pain. Her wings are very tiny at age 14 can easily hide underneath her clothes. But by adulthood, they’re grown and able to use for flight.

Nagisa: Half-Ghoul

Surprise...this soft boy is actually half-evil :’). His father is actually a ghoul, and Nagisa was very much unaware of it for all his life. Hiromi kept it a secret and tried to suppress that part of him too. Basically I imagine what it means for Nagisa is that death draws him, and his physiology is why he has such a high bloodlust. When he’s pushed to his limits, he’s terrifying... (cough Takaoka cough)

Sugaya: Wizard

He comes from a relatively average line of wizards, who all moved to the mortal realm and own artisan businesses. Sugaya wishes to do something similar and follow his passion for art. He mostly uses his magic for that, levitating his brushes, enhancing his work, creating new things. He’s quite talented at conjuring.

Sugino: Angel

Yes, I’m serious about this. Sugino is a very good person and always strives to lead others down the right path. He’s good at guiding, but even he wants to live for himself for once. So he learns what baseball is and grows a strong love for it.

Takebayashi: Wizard

Unlike Sugaya, he comes from a super prestigious line of successful and powerful wizards. His family is one of the top ones. He feels immense pressure to live up to them. His talents lie in fire magic, particularly creating explosions. And he’s a very skilled healer.

Chiba: Half-Dragon

Fitting considering his name 💜 He has the ability to change between his human and dragon form, but it’s very shaky for now. His eyes are a bright, terrifying shade of red, and it exposes his dragon heritage so he must hide it.

Terasaka: Half-Titan

His Titan physiology is the reason for his raw strength and physical prowess. He’s incredibly strong and has a high endurance, durability, stamina... He’s a talented fighter and will always use his advantage to protect his loved ones.

Nakamura: Siren

She hates being a siren so much. She has to deal with boring mortal guys all the time, who for some reason, love her voice. She gets a real kick out of fooling them though, and the pranks are always chaotic. Since she’s been having to sing and use her voice, she’s gotten the chance to learn many languages. She has an affinity for them, and wants to continue learning more.

Hazama: Witch

I know this is a little cliche. But in contrast to the potion-centered Okuda, Hazama excels in linguistic spells. She keeps a journal of every new one she learns, as well as images of herbs and such. She’s very interested in dark arts, but will only indulge in it with the presence of someone else, to make sure she doesn’t fall too deep.

Hayami: Witch

Wow I’m really repeating so many. Hayami is a very hardworking, talented witch. But she’s so focused on helping others, she tends to get taken advantage of unfortunately. She’s best at transfigurations, altering things to her (and others) liking. Her favorite test subject is Okajima. She’s quite talented in hand-to-hand combat and having kinetic vision, which helps in magic. She wants a cat as a familiar so badly.

Hara: Fairy

Hara says “fuck you” to the idea that fairies are traditionally small and frail. She’s proud of her physique and strength, and her interest in fighting. She’s still the sweetest fairy there could be, always looking after everyone and all of nature. She loves cooking and sharing it with as many people as she can find.

Fuwa: Ghost

Yep our crazy, lively Fuwa is a ghost! Specifically, she’s a poltergeist, the kind who try to create mischief in some way and move things around. The reason why Fuwa is kinda wild and open about her passions is so she can be noticed by people...if her presence isn’t being acknowledged, she loses her physical form and goes back to being a transparent spirit. It isn’t all bad though. Her favorite thing to do is read mangas in ghost form, so all people see is a floating copy of One Piece.

Maehara: Vampire

This one is a little cliche lmao, but he’s a vampire playboy who always ends up accidentally turning his girlfriends into vampires too with his bites. No one ever suspects him of being a vampire since he looks like sunshine incarnate. He’s quite reckless and has come close to being exposed multiple times, and Isogai always scolds him.

Mimura: Elf

Poor boy is a little insecure about being an Elf...he tries his best not to stand out, especially given his dad’s love for the spotlight. He is good at basic magic, slightly above average. His best talent and what he excels at is photokinesis. He uses it on his filming hobby, to change what’s on camera, adjust lighting, etc. He can go as far as even completely remove shadows from the sunlight.

Muramatsu: Alchemist

He comes from a relatively average family of alchemists that used their abilities for culinary purposes. He enjoys it a lot, and is very talented. He prefers to rely on physical prowess when it comes to fights, but is able to use his alchemy additionally.

Yada: Vampire

Yada is the hot vampire girlfriend we all wish we had 😔 Just kidding haha. But yes, she’s a vampire and no one would ever expect it with how good she is at hiding. She plans out her life and days to specifically avoid sunlight, garlic, etc. She’s a very busy member of the school community and has tons of friends and connections. She and Maehara, her fellow vampire, constantly compete to see who can get more dates.

Yoshida: Werewolf

This is slightly cliche since he’s the resident bad boy, but it fits. He tries to keep a tough image even in human form partly since his family taught him to do so, and because it is comfortable for him. But he’s a softie deep down, and is nowhere near as ruthless as he’s believed to be.

Ritsu: Magic Mirror?

Hmm this is kind of the only option I see fitting for her as it correlates to her role in canon. One classmate has to carry the mirror around for her to communicate, but she’s very powerful and helpful.

Itona: Mummy

Ok so storyline here: he was abandoned to die by his family centuries ago, and his 13 body was mummified against his will. In present time, Shiro awakens him, revives him, and uses him as a tool. He goes through a lot...but is able to live a peaceful life with 3-E once all that is over. He wears bandages almost everywhere, only exposing his eyes which glow yellow when he’s using his power.

Bonus:

Gakushuu is a Demi-God, of course. He’s pretty annoyed that his elemental magic only extends to hydrokinesis and cryokinesis, but he’s still amazingly talented.

Ren is a Merman who flirts with girls at the beach with sappy poetry. He’s gotten caught in a fisher net too many times.

Seo is an Ogre.

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hearmeouteliza · 4 years ago

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So here’s the scene that’s come so far from this post where I’ve been thinking out loud about Pepper’s origins and the Phantom Blot bonding with her and wanting to help her. For once, I actually do know where I’m going with this (LOL, instead of getting started with an idea and then just winging it), but I want to catch up with some other stories I have out there before taking the full tale on...

Though he’d worked his way into the upper echelon of the organization, Phantom Blot had no real love for F.O.W.L. They were a means to an end; they gave him the most accurate intelligence regarding significant sources of magic and the resources to track them down. Plus, they weren’t fond of Magica DeSpell either, so they wouldn’t stop him from eliminating the threat she posed once he had the chance. His working for the organization was an arrangement of mutual benefit and nothing more. Frankly, after he captured Magica and destroyed all magic to avenge his village – and, more importantly, his family – he didn’t care what F.O.W.L. did or didn’t do.

Over the years, however, Blot had learned a number of the agency’s secrets. The Eggheads, F.O.W.L.’s grunts and resident fashion disasters, had mostly been the products of one of F.O.W.L.’s earlier projects. They had taken in a number of orphaned and abandoned children, raising them to become loyal to the organization and join its workforce. Whether it was truly rescuing them was debatable; many of them might have been adopted by actual families had they not been claimed by F.O.W.L. And the ethics of raising a child for the express purpose of filling a job were questionable. But, on the other hand, though they had been raised in a very institutional environment, the children had never been abused and the Egghead’s wages were reasonably competitive when compared to similar positions in the outside world. Blot had decided he had no real opinion on the program one way or another. Was it ideal? No. But the children had been safe and secure, something their so-called families certainly hadn’t worried about when abandoning them. The orphans were a different situation, and he felt for them, but they hadn’t had any family step up to claim them either. As someone whose own children had been stolen from him, their lives snuffed out before he could stop it, he had absolutely no tolerance for anyone who would abandon a child to the whims of an often-cruel world.

Something else he’d learned and didn’t particularly care about was that ducks and other species with a predisposition to imprint upon their initial caregivers had something known as an “imprint memory.” It was a vague memory of their early moments after hatching, involving the caregiver they’d imprinted upon. There were rarely specifics, just general feelings and a sense of what had been going on around them at the time. If the initial bond with their caregiver was broken, another could be formed with a different caregiver, provided the child was given the time and support needed to do so. Those who suffered from what psychologists termed “fractured imprinting” that had never built a subsequent bond in their formative years tended to have significant adjustment and mental health issues in adulthood. That certainly explained why majority of the Eggheads were so…well, cracked, as the slang went. They would have probably had those issues anywhere else, especially if they hadn’t been lucky enough to be adopted, but while their physical needs had been met, they hadn’t been particularly coddled.

All of that had been in a mental file Blot had labeled “Not My Problem” previously; it was a broad category that encompassed most things that had little to do with his primary mission. However, one particular Egghead had wormed her way into his life with her boundless enthusiasm. She also happened to be a “graduate” of the program. Despite himself, Blot had become fond of Pepper, even beginning to consider her a friend. He certainly hadn’t had many of those since his village had been destroyed so long ago. He had insisted to F.O.W.L. she become his permanent mission partner, something Bradford Buzzard had immediately agreed to since there was literally no one else volunteering. (Why did that bother him? He’d never cared who liked him or not before.) And now, between tasks, they’d begun to talk about topics that had previously been off-limits, such as his family. Pepper’s eyes were wide and sympathetic as he told her of the joy they’d brought him, his beloved wife and their two little girls.

“They sound pretty great,” she said quietly.

“They were,” Blot agreed. He watched, mildly amused as she toyed with her blonde curls that refused to be contained once she took her helmet off. With a name (or was it a nickname?) like Pepper, he’d expected her hair to be red the first time he saw it, but that only went to show how far assumptions got anyone. It occurred to him he knew little about Pepper, other than that she’d been one of F.O.W.L.’s foundlings. Before she’d snuck her way into his heart, he wouldn’t have cared. “Do you know anything about your life before you came here?” He wasn’t sure how else to pose the question. The odds were that her story wasn’t a happy one and he didn’t want to push her to share it if she wasn’t ready. However, given the way she opened up to him like a flower at the least little bit of affection (or even attention), he suspected she’d tell him.

Pepper shrugged. “F.O.W.L.’s the only family I’ve ever known…you know, like most of us. I guess there are a few Eggheads who answered a want ad – bet they had no idea what they were signing up for – but the rest of us were rescued.”

“I don’t know that my opinion will count for much,” Blot told her, “but I find it despicable that anyone would abandon their own offspring.” He was still trying to figure out this whole “friendship” thing, but sympathizing with her situation was a start.

Pepper grinned. “Oh, it does count. And thank you. It’s…well, it does help, at least a little.” She sighed, her gaze trailing off to gaze at nothing in particular. “It’s just…”

Blot frowned, even if Pepper might not have been able to see it beneath his cloak. One thing Pepper had never been was at a loss for words, so whatever she had on her mind had to be significant. “It’s just what?”

“Well, we’ve talked about our imprint memories before, me and the others.” Pepper twisted her fingers together as she talked. “Most of the others, they’re what I’d guess you’d expect – lonely, sometimes cold…just sad, really sad. And I feel a little bad that mine…isn’t?”

“You shouldn’t feel bad for that,” Blot insisted, but he wasn’t surprised that she did. She was the most empathetic of all the Eggheads he’d spent any significant amount of time around; perhaps that had to do with the fact that she might not have had as rough a start as her peers. Had she been one of the orphans? “Did you want to…talk about it?”

Pepper nodded enthusiastically. “It’s really…nice, actually. I remember a woman – she must have been my mother – holding me and singing to me. Just…safe and warm.” Her smile quickly morphed into a frown, however, the rest of her face falling with it. Blot had never seen her look so dejected and he found he hated it. “I don’t know why she left me. They said they found me in a box, just a few days old. Was I a difficult baby? Did something happen where she couldn’t take care of me? Or was she even my mother?”

“I’m sure it had nothing to do with you.” That, Blot could promise her, even if he had no information to answer her other questions. “You were an infant. There was nothing you could have done to deserve being abandoned like that.”

Slowly, Pepper’s smile returned, tentative though it may have been. “Thanks. That’s…really nice of you to say.” She shrugged, her expression a little sheepish. “Sometimes when I got lonely, when I was little, I used to pretend she realized she made a huge mistake and was looking for me. Or…I was really a princess of some country somewhere and she had to hide me away to protect me from an evil sorceress.”

Given that Blot had dealt with more than one evil sorceress in his time and was currently in pursuit of the most menacing one of all, he couldn’t exactly call her fantasies ridiculous. “Perhaps she did. Or…perhaps you’re an orphan after all and she never meant to leave you behind.” It was still an unhappy ending, true, but maybe it would sting less for Pepper to consider.

“Yeah, maybe!” Pepper perked up. “You know, you try to be all tough and menacing, but I think you’re a real softie underneath it all.”

Blot glared at her, but it lacked the heat he usually summoned for those who had irritated him. “I am not.”

“I think you are,” Pepper teased, her voice becoming more singsong.

“Am not,” Blot insisted. Childish as it may have been, she had goaded him into playing along. He couldn’t help but be reminded of similar arguments his girls had…and the memory was a balm instead of a dagger to his heart. This ridiculous little duck just seemed to bring out that sort of thing in him. Privately, he resolved to do some additional research into Pepper’s origins. Surely there would be files that could help him put together the pieces and give her some answers.

It was nice to have someone to care about again.

#pepper the egghead #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #phantom blot #pepperblot

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albyfm · 4 years ago

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˙✫*ﾟ YUNGBLUD , DEMIBOY , HE/THEY :･ did you hear alby miller is joining the cast of exposed after their habit of facilitating drugs at events, festivals & awards shows was revealed ? the twenty-three year old bass guitarist with 500k followers is trying to clear their name . they've become known as the resident juvenile in the mansion , and it's clear that's spot on because they're quite - recalcitrant & - stuck in their ways , but also + charismatic & + outspoken . you know they're heading to the confession booth if you hear lonely boy by the black keys blasting , most likely talking about how they're more than disheveled outfits of black leather & denim, talking way too candidly to the press, smashed lenses of paparazzi cameras that got too close, an unmistakable mischievous grin & an inability to express real feelings.

hey !! finally getting around to posting this. you can call me aries, i’m 23 and in the bst ( uk ) timezone. my pronouns are she / her. i’m a little lost art school grad with a lot of student debt, a taste for red wine and an unhealthy obsession with arctic monkeys. not gonna lie, i whipped this kiddo up specifically for this rp so i’m still getting used to them, but hopefully with this intro you’ll get a feel for what they’re about. without further ado, here’s alby—

trigger warnings & disclaimer: mentions of hard drugs, alcohol, anger issues, destructive tendencies. my intention writing this intro was not to glamorize or romanticize these things in any way but if anything i have written comes across that way, please lmk!

smash that ♡ to plot or hit me up on discord @ chaotic aries#5793 !!

‘and this is how it starts...’ ( the basics )

name: alby fox miller age: twenty-three gender: non-binary ( demi-boy ) pronouns: he / him & they / them date of birth: may 24th 1997 zodiac: gemini sun, pisces moon, aries rising orientation: pansexual occupation: bassist for drive like i do career claim: ross macdonald ( the 1975 ) genre: alt-pop, pop-rock

‘it’s the way we are, we were smoking by eleven & knocking ‘round town...’ ( background )

you’re born in 1997, in the north west of england. wilmslow, to be exact. a quaint and affluent town, just south of manchester. the family you’re born into is a comfortable one. not quite living lavishly, but not at all struggling, either. your parents both work in business out in the city. you go to a good school. but... all is not how you exactly want it to be.

see, your parents are quite pushy. they expect you to live how they want, rather than how you do. at the all boy’s academy they enroll you in as a teenager, they expect you to pick what they deem as intellectual subjects, such as foreign languages, further mathematics and computer science. there’s a focus on you becoming someone that makes a lot of money, rather than someone who is happy.

but you’re... not the kind of person that can be molded so easily. you’re a fairly happy-go-lucky kid, but also a rebellious one. your parents’ strict ways of trying to force you down their chosen path, only encourages you more heavily to choose your own.

at fourteen, you meet the guys. lennox, jovi & jasper. they’re some of the only kids at school who can be bothered to be around you, with your high energy and bolshy attitude. really, they’re the only people who embrace you for who you are. they encourage your weirdness and outspokenness. it’s not long before you find yourself wanting to do everything together. it’s not long before the four of you are inseparable.

from there, you fully detach from everything your parents want you to be. you embrace your individuality. you also find the courage and bravery to come out to your parents as non-binary at the age of sixteen. there’s not a single person’s opinion that you’re afraid of, or even care about.

it’s not all rainbows & sunshine, though. you struggle somewhat with anger issues, and a bit of depression. you’re also practically addicted to getting into trouble: picking fights with bullies at school, selling weed & pills to your friends around town, underaged drinking... you get the gist. though you keep your fears internal, you sometimes worry you’ll get nowhere in life.

so of course, the second the boys are talking about starting a band, you’re all in. imagine if you made it big someday? wouldn’t that be sick? you’re immediately drawn to bass guitar, and use a month’s worth of saved up pocket money to pick one up from the big music store in the city. thankfully, you pick it up quite quickly, because before you can even realize it, things are getting so... real. by sixteen, you don’t feel you have the option to stick around at school for sixth form, because drive like i do is already playing local venues and working on its first album.

you’re just seventeen when the album is released. somehow, the climb to fame is faster than you could have ever imagined. it seems like yesterday you were still watching bass tutorials on youtube in your bedroom and practicing in your friend’s garage after school. first is some notoriety across the uk, but before you know it — boom! global stardom. the fame is a heavy weight for someone so young to carry... but fuck it, it’s gonna be fun, and you know it.

you’re twenty-three now, and days are gone of pipedreams formed in your parent’s shoebox room. you split your time between manchester, london, and LA — and that’s just during rare moments of downtime from your world tours. your band is 4 albums in, and whoever hasn’t heard of you might as well have been living under a rock. is it narcissistic to think like that? maybe, but you don’t care. this is rock n’ roll, baby. this is the life.

naturally, all eyes are mostly on your very outspoken frontman. he’s controversial, but the media can’t get enough of him. as for you? to them, you’re... the band’s problem child. while you argue that your behavior is no different than that of your friend, he’s got the lead singer charm. they don’t seem to like you as much. why? well...

‘drink, fall, spew...’ ( troublesome tendencies & exposed secret )

you never really coped as well as you acted like you did, did you? while you were grateful for the fame, everything was... a lot, and it was all at once. you didn’t even get the chance to process it.

take four twenty-somethings and add constant prying journalists, paparazzi, and constantly full schedules into the mix. and why not pepper in some typical rockstar vices, too? alcohol, drugs, parties, throwaway sex. things are destined to get a little rocky. though you tried at first not to show it to your fans, your destructive behavior soon got the better of you, and you became known to drunkenly lash out at paps, smash cameras and storm out of interviews when the questions got too personal.

this all came to a head when you were caught on camera several times distributing acid tabs, cocaine and mdma at events, music festivals & awards shows. the press gave the band a pretty bad time over this, and given the other members’ controversies and lennon’s similar link to drugs, it wasn’t a good look for any of you.

it didn’t matter that you had a side to you that was good, pure. that you were always kind and loving and down-to-earth towards your fans and friends. you were a bad seed, and you wound up on exposed with the rest of your bandmates. hopefully you can prove there’s more to you than what the media shows...

‘oh & you say, i’m such a cliche...’ ( personality )

immm gonna rush thru this section & write less formally bc those other parts too me WAY too long

basically a literal toddler. loves a laugh, loves a good time, but get on his bad side and he WILL throw a tantrum

it’s mainly people like press & paps he lets his anger out on. the band’s fans and people he’s close with on a personal level know he’s a good person underneath it all

loves a bit of mischief / rebellion / drama

king of hiding insecurities....

literal softie.... like... who allowed this binch to be so soft. he’s so open about how much he loves his friends (particularly his bandmates) and will platonically kiss and hug and love people all the time, particularly on the show bc he’s trying to show the cameras his softer side dfjghdfdfg

so excitable like WHERE does this kid get all his energy...

( tw drugs ) will probably struggle a bit on the show without access to drugs, but ( tw addiction mention ) he has never really been addicted or dependent on them, just a frequent user.

outspoken as fuck, has no filter sometimes oops

very flamboyant, in line with the general aesthetic of his band but also on a personal level. sports a kind of soft gothic/punk/early 2000s emo look. always paints his nails and wears makeup etc

sleeps around a lot but has never really been able to find a lasting relationship, has just had a bunch of short-lived flings???? but lowkey develops crushes at the drop of a hat and would love to properly fall in love with someone who could be with him forever & accept him for all his flaws, but he highly doubts that will ever happen fgjdhsfg

‘why don’t you figure my heart out?...’ ( wanted connections )

exes on good terms

exes on bad terms ( maybe someone who actually really wanted to stay with him but couldnt deal with his bullshit and now resents him? )

someone who loves the band’s music & inflates his ego ab it

someone he hasn’t seen for years that he’s reunited on the show & maybe they’re revisiting old feelings for each other??? and he wants it to be DIFFERENT this time but also theres shit tons of fucking cameras and shit which... makes things difficult...

first friend he made in LA or in the states in general, someone who showed him the ropes

someone who hates him / hates the band like PLEASE

and also just a straight up enemy maybe?? someone who finds him annoying as fuck??

FRIENDS!!!

literally anything just hmu and lay an idea on me and theres 90% chance ill be down

#exposed.intro #fucking FINALLY

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patrick-donovan · 4 years ago

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PUT A SPELL ON YOU | THATTIEMELT

WHEN: June 5th, 2020.

WHERE: Thea Hudson’s house.

WHO: Thea Hudson & Patrick Donovan

EVENT: Thea orders Patrick to come over and bow-chicka-bow-wow

THEA: Thea had been teasing and toying with Patrick Donovan for going on 5 years now. She was not sure what exactly in her mind made this all change now. Maybe it had to do with the amount of people Patrick had been with was decreasing significantly, or maybe it was about the place they were now residing in, or maybe it was just that she got tired of playing games. But now in the matter of days, she had kissed him, shortly dominated him, and even lightly sexted with him. If they were both back in New York still, she wondered if any of this would have happened.

Their conversation last night had been frank. Thea had never felt like she loved anyone. Well, she loved her family and her friends, but that all felt platonic. When she had watched romantic movies, it felt like too much. She didn't need the perfect person, she was perfect all on her own. Of course, part of her thought maybe it had to do with her issues with her father, abandonment, vulnerability, but that just wasn't something Thea wanted to think about.

What she did want to think about was what she would wear. She wanted this memory imprinted in Patrick's brain, even though she was sure it would be no matter what she wore. But she decided on an ensemble she had gotten from The Bikini Bottom. A tiny black robe with a matching slip and tights. Underneath was the lingerie set she had shown in the picture the night prior. It was fucking go time.

PATRICK: There had been so many times when Patrick's friends had told him to just stop trying to get with Thea. 'She doesn't want anything to do with you', 'she just wants to be your friend', 'what do you care, anyway, you're sleeping with half of New York' - it didn't matter. He'd set his sights on Thea, and he was stubborn about it. Not that he was trying to force the girl to do something that she didn't want to do, but the chemistry between the two of them was undeniable. He'd never been told no, as far as he was aware, which was why he hadn't stopped trying to charm her over. But now, it had happened. Whatever it was that tipped it over the edge, he was grateful, because it had felt like he'd been floating around on a giant, pink sky, ever since she'd kissed him. Perhaps there really was something in the water on this island.

The two of them had gotten close over the years, she knew what a big softie he was, when people got to know him. He would put up a facade, a wall, to strangers, not wanting to let just anyone in - but that didn't mean that he wasn't capable of loving. He loved Thea, with all of his heart; she was his friend, and one that he respected and wanted nothing but happiness for. Did he have feelings for her? Absolutely, he wasn't going to deny that. But her rejection hadn't hurt him, because he hadn't expected anything specific from her; especially not after 5 years of chasing after her. And it wasn't going to change anything between them, he would make sure of that. No, instead, he praised himself lucky that he got this chance to be with her, and instantly ran to his bedroom to get ready, almost stumbling over himself.

He had tried so hard not to masturbate, after Thea had joked about being more pent up when they finally got to do things. He was going to have to try even harder to not cum the moment he saw her, but he was determined to succeed. He wanted to surprise her. After a quick shower, Patrick put Thea's black panties on, trying to tuck everything away and failing. It was clear that he was too big in the thong, underneath his black jeans but he reminded himself that this was for the Domme, and that it was worth it. The white t-shirt enhanced his muscles, and he made sure to spray a bit of cologne on his body, wanting to present himself in a nice way. He quickly threw a bunch of things into a bag, and off he went, walking as fast as he could, so he could have more time with the Hudson girl. Eagerly knocking the door, Patrick tried to adjust himself in the panties, uncomfortably moving around on the spot as he felt himself slip out of it. He heard the door open, and quickly managed to pull his hand out of his pants, and when he turned to look at the girl in front of him, he was so surprised. “I-” He breathed out, not knowing what to really say - his brain wasn’t working. Only one part of his body was. “I’m so hard, right now.”

THEA: Thea had told him to bring whatever he would like and she had ensured he was wearing her panties she had given him as a gift the last time he was over. She had also made her third pair of booty shorts that read "Thea's bitch" on the back of them. When she heard the knock on the door, she casually walked down the stairs. She was denying any type of excitement, although she felt herself already wet with anticipation. As she opened the door, she saw the end of him taking his hands out of his pants. A sly smirk already on her face as he reacted to her outfit. His words made her chuckle a bit before she looked him over. "As a courtesy, you should wait on your knees when you are waiting for a Dominant to open the door for you. When they let you in is only when you should stand," she informs him before saying. "You may come in and take of your clothes, then kneel at the foot of the stairs." She turned around giving him a view of her back as she walked back inside and stepped on to the first step.

PATRICK: He had to snap out of it. He was just staring at her, and those long, lean legs of hers continuing for the longest time, and how it seemed like the fabric of her outfit just melted onto her skin. God, she looked delectable and it almost made him drool. But she was speaking, and Patrick wanted to be a good Submissive, so he snapped out of it - as much as he could. He'd already failed the first, and probably simplest task. He'd been on his knees outside of Matthias' house, but the guards that had brought him had basically forced him down there. It made sense now. Feeling his cheeks burn, Patrick nodded, wiping the surprised look off of his face, and instead turning serious. "I apologize for my mistake, my muse. It won't happen again," He told her, and walked in as he was ordered to. He couldn't help but look up at Thea as he following after her, his t-shirt slipping up and over his head in the process, revealing the muscles that he'd worked hard to get. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, sliding them down his legs, and kicked his shoes and socks off. There, he stood in front of the Domme, his dick clearly twitching and peeking out of the small garment, and he let her take a look at him for a moment, before he knelt down in front of her. "What can I do for you, my muse?"

THEA: She enjoyed the title she had picked out for him to call her. It was appropriate, considering their history together, plus it was unique to just him. "Good bitch," she said to him making sure the door was locked as she watches from a stair above as he takes off his clothes for her. Watching as the final item of clothing went down his body and the only thing he had on was her thong. It covered practically nothing, especially as he began to harden in front of her. He looked like he had been chiseled from a Greek artist, "You're like my little Adonis," she said with a mischievous grin before he goes to his knees. "First you will recite your safe word, your hard limits, and your soft limits for me. Then I shall bring you up to my room."

PATRICK: A little smirk grew on his lips, the edge of his lip curling upwards, at the compliment. He knew that he looked good, but for Thea to acknowledge it was something different. He cleared his throat, getting ready to list everything he needed to for the woman in front of him. "My safe word is 'Voodoo'. My hard limits are gore, scat, vomit, vore, breath play, watersports. My soft limit is pegging." Patrick told her, looking up at her through hooded eyes. He couldn't help but look, there was no one quite like Thea. The way that she kept up with his wit and silly little comments sometimes, and how she wasn't afraid to put him in his place - her outfit was just a bonus. An amazing bonus, at that. The way it fell over her body, revealing every curve got him moaning quietly to himself. She wasn't even doing anything, she was just standing there, and he was already going crazy for her.

THEA: "Good, stand, pick up all your things, and then follow," she said with a small grin. Although she would have wanted to try breath play with him, she understood that it was off limits for him and she wasn't going to question that. Her eyes looked over his body once more before she turned around and climbed up the stairs towards her room, as she went, she slipped off her robe and once getting in the room, tossed it on the small bench at the foot of her bed. Once inside the room, she looked down at Patrick in her thong once more. This would be the first time he was fully naked in front of her so she took a moment before saying, "You may remove the thong, my little Adonis."

PATRICK: Patrick's eyes followed Thea the first couple of steps upstairs, before he finally realized what he was supposed to do. He quickly got up and gathered his things in his arms and rushed upstairs, trailing behind her. Entering into the bedroom, Patrick smiled to himself as he closed the door behind him. She'd kissed him in there. Their first kiss, and she'd kissed him. It had surprised him, because after all of those years, there hadn't been much else, but a few stolen glances here and there, but nonetheless, the kiss had been very welcomed. Patrick placed his clothes and his bag down on a chair, and looked up at Thea when he heard her. Finally. As hot as it was to wear her used underwear, Patrick could feel the fabric creep up in all the wrong places, and it wasn't very comfortable. Her nickname for him caused a little tingle to run down his spine, and he hooked his thumb into the underwear to pull it down and kick it away. His eyes never left hers, wanting to watch every expression she had for seeing him in the nude for the first time. "What do you think, my muse?"

THEA: Thea watched as he entered her room and shut the door. She felt a bit more tension start to build as she knew what was about to happen. She kept looking his eyes waiting until the thong was fully off to take a glance downwards. Instead of answering his question, she took off her slip to reveal the lingerie set. She stepped closer to him, her hand moving to tightly hold his jaw, "I think that I didn't ask you to speak, bitch." She said before letting go of his jaw, her lips giving his a brief yet passionate kiss as her fingers went down to simply run up his cock before pulling away altogether. "Lay on the bed, my Adonis."

PATRICK: His heart was beating violently in his chest as Patrick stood there, waiting for the next thing to happen, constantly. He didn't know what she might do, but he was anticipating it, and the whole feeling was a lot to deal with. She walked forward and he grunted as she grabbed his jaw, being told not to speak. He was about to go against that order, by confirming that he'd heard her, but bit the inside of his cheek, so he remained quiet and just looked at her. He was so hard already, his dick bouncing up and down and hitting his stomach every now and again. And then she kissed him and he finally got a bit of release, and he fell right into it, kissing her back just as passionately, with a long moan coming out as he felt her fingers on his member. He wanted her to keep going, but he also had to follow orders. If he did this fast enough, he would have Thea close to him again, soon. He nodded, following her orders from before of not speaking, and going to lay on the bed. His head hit the pillow, as he watched Thea, waiting for her next move, as his dick stood tall and proud.

THEA: Thea enjoyed just how enthralled he was with her, as he remained quiet now that she commanded him to stay silent. She could feel his anticipation as she tasted his lips. and felt his cock. When he finally lay on the bed she made her way over to her drawers filled with sex toys. She looked over at him for a moment, "I think tonight I won't be tying you up, unless you can't keep your hands to yourself during this next part," she grinned before asking, "Feather or small paddle, Adonis?"

PATRICK: Laying there, Patrick felt an odd feeling of calmness rushing over him. Thea and Patrick knew each other; they had known each other for so long. She was being slow with him - probably mostly because to go that long, after wanting to be with her, and then suddenly doing it would blow his freaking mind. But also, Patrick felt, it was because there was history between them. So, in between her being slow, taking her time to properly introduce everything to him, and them knowing each other so well, Patrick was relaxed, in the middle of the anticipating feeling. Looking over, he noticed her sex toys and he smirked at her. He liked the idea of being tied up, but he was also intrigued in what she would do, if he did follow orders. Seeing her grin, Patrick smiled. He loved seeing her in such a position of power. "Small paddle please, my muse." He finally answered.

THEA: She looked over at him with a grin as he told her the paddle. "Good choice," she said before picking it up and shutting the drawer and standing at the edge of the bed next to him. Gently, Thea ran the paddle over his cheeks, his jaw, his mouth, his chin. She let the paddle travel down Patrick's neck, and his chest, circling both his pecks before tracing his abdomen methodically. Finally her eyes went down to his cock as the leather caressed his sacs, traveling up his length, up to his tip before give a small flick and whipping his cock.

PATRICK: When Thea started to run the paddle over Patrick's body, he held in his breath. He wasn't aware that he was doing it, but the feeling of her running to smooth leather over his body had taken it away, and he watched as it went further and further down. His hands managed to grip onto the headboard before he felt the slap on his most delicate area, and he closed his eyes, instantly jumping slightly from the pain. A groan filled the room and he finally released the breath of air that he had held in. "Fuck..." He grunted out, opening his eyes. The pain was amazing, and he could feel the heat rise up throughout his body, leaving his chest red, as he wanted more. "Please, my muse..."

THEA: Her eyes moved to look at his expression as she hit his cock, he looked like he was in utter joy and she couldn't help but smirk once more as she runs the paddle over his tip, circling it for a moment before letting it run over his inner thighs, giving each thigh a small yet loud smack before going back to his under carriage and giving it another smack. "Please what?" She said as she raised a brow before smacking his cock once more this time a little harder.

PATRICK: Patrick's eyes quickly closed again at the feeling of his thighs being smacked, and his hands moved down to grab onto the sheet underneath his body. He needed to hold onto something desperately. It was stinging, but he didn't have time to think about that, because there was another slap, a question and then his member was punished again, leaving it incredibly sensitive. Groaning and breathing through his teeth, Patrick's chest was rising and falling hard and he could barely make out a word, let alone think. "Please..." He repeated, slowly opening his eyes again to look up at Thea. "Please give me more."

THEA: She could see that this was leaving quite an impression on him. And it was rather invigorating to watch as she smirked happily at how he squirmed. She saw just how he begged and started smacking even harder, her eyes glued on him as she wanted to see him unravel fro her.

PATRICK: Patrick's face scrunched up as he got what he asked for. The pain was a lot, leaving marks on his body and making him groan and yelp out loud and when she hit the spots that she'd already gone over, he was even louder. "Fuck!" He groaned when she smacked him hard, and his hand reached out to grab onto her leg, needing to support himself. "Fuck, fuck!" He yelled through gritted teeth, squirming around on the bed.

THEA: Thea enjoyed the noises as he seemed to enjoy the whipping. He seemed to be having a hard time staying still though as he grabbed onto her as he began to scream and groan. She wondered if Skylar could hear him, as she smacked his throbbing cock. "You must stay still," Thea warned, not wanting to hurt him. Her whip went down to the head of his cock, whipping it before stopping a moment to let him cool of before smacking the head of his penis harder than all the rest.

PATRICK: He was finding it hard to comply to Thea's command, with the pain searing through his body. It went through his legs so much so that he was tensing up, every muscle revealed. She whipped him one last time, and he groaned, but then she seemed to stop, and Patrick relaxed, his breathing hard as he tried to come down from the pain. He was so sore already, and he knew that he was going to be for a couple of days. Just about to open his eyes to look up at Thea, he felt a slap harder than before, and it caused him to scream out loud. He wanted to move his hand down to cover up his sore member, but he controlled himself and instead grabbed at the pillow beneath him, so hard, that he yanked it away and across the room. He writhed on the bed, the pain going into his toes. "Please," He managed to get out in a loud groan as he came down from the pain that seared through his entire body. His chest was heaving and he loosened the grip that he had on her leg, as he looked up at her, his eyes finding hers immediately. He was red in the face and the corner of his eyes were wet, from the tears. "My muse." He sighed, his voice coming out scratchy.

THEA: Seeing the way he was reacting, she was starting to wonder if this was now just pure pain for him and was rather concerned as he moved away, she waits a few moments as he sees his face and wipes at his tears as she placed the paddle down as she ran her hand down his body. "Please what, my little Adonis?" She asks him in a gentler voice, unsure if she had pushed him too far.

PATRICK: Patrick was pretty good at dealing with pain. He'd gotten into various bar fights, and was usually the one who got the shit kicked out of him, because he couldn't hold his liquor and focus, which meant that, over the years, he'd been injured multiple times. But this was different. This wasn't an injury. This was pain mixed with pleasure, and he'd never experienced anything like it before. Still breathing quite hard, Patrick blinked a few times. It was amazing how Thea could go from rough to soft, so quickly. He was truly impressed with how well she played the Domme role. "Just...just give me a moment, please," He begged, enjoying the way that she was touching him. She was so attentive.

THEA: She gave a small nod at his words as she gave a small smile before caressing his face a moment. "Why don't I get an ice cube and cool it off for you? How does that sound?" She asks him, wondering if he would be interested in the temperature play as she looked down at him. "Before I make you cum with just the touch of my fingers," she teases him a bit as she rubs circles into his cheek.

PATRICK: Patrick bit down on his lip as he watched her take care of him. This was a new experience; she'd shown him that she could definitely tease him, and make him beg, but she was showing just how sweet and caring she was right now. It was lovely. He nodded, leaning into her hand. "I'd like that, thank you, my muse," He told her softly, ignoring the pain that he felt in his throat after having screamed and yelled so much. Her next sentence caused a moan to slip out of him, and he wanted to, at the very least, touch himself right then and there. His dick twitched at the thought. "That sounds amazing, my muse. You're being so good to me."

THEA: Thea gave a nod and quickly grinned at his raspy moan, she wasn't even naked yet and he was still so close. "Don't you worry, my little Adonis," went towards a corner of her room where she had placed a mini fridge and grabbed an ice cube before bringing it back over, running it against his lips, his chest, his stomach before bringing it to his thighs, the heat of his body starting melt it down as she ran it over his cock, paying attention to the redder places.

PATRICK: Smiling, he watched as Thea walked to get the ice cube - she looked so good, wearing that slip, and he noticed that it moved perfectly with her body, as she walked across the room. He was calming down now, but that didn't mean that there wasn't any pain. It was stinging and he could even feel certain places around his thighs start to swell up. He probably needed to wear shorts for the next couple of days, so he could let the areas get some air. The way that Thea ran the ice cube down his body, seemingly following that path that the paddle had previously taken, was so sensual and nice. The feeling of it on his body was incredibly and Patrick responded to it with a low moan. It wasn't until she got to his thighs and his cock that he started to feel the pain again, and he winced at first, before realizing that it was actually helping. Then, he hummed. "That's so good," He whispered, mostly to himself, as he rolled his head back and closed his eyes. "That feels so nice, my muse." Patrick told her, licking his lips. It might have been more to do with her fingers on him, than the ice cube, but it was still calming him down, so he was grateful.

THEA: She gave a small wink to him as she brought the ice cube back. The way he reacted to the cold ice pleased her as she watched him relax. The ice was still melting but she kept going. "Good, my little Adonis," she almost purred out as she brought the ice up to the head of his erection, circling it around his tip, teasing him as Thea was testing whether or not she could make him cum right now.

PATRICK: Slowly, but surely, Patrick's breathing was getting hard again, and it was all thanks to Thea's fingers. He felt the cold drops of water run down his shaft, but the feeling that he focused on was her fingers around the head of his cock. "Oh my god," Patrick sighed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. With how sensitive he was now, she could probably just blow on it, and it would still feel good. His thigh muscles tensed up again, and he was starting to feel that slow burn in his stomach that meant that he was well on his way to an orgasm. "You're gonna-" He interrupted himself with a moan and his head rolling back once more, the tension around the tip of his dick becoming too much. He needed more. "You- you're gonna make me cum already, my muse," He warned her, wanting the release that he'd saved up for, for a couple of hours, but also wanting to experience more. He didn't want this to be the end of it, before he was ready to go again. He grabbed at the sheet underneath him, his knuckles turning red at how hard he was holding onto it, and he moaned out, "Fuck, Thea."

THEA: Seeing the way he started to tense up again, it was clear she was right about it, and as she continued she looked in his eyes as he throbbed and tensed and squirmed again. "I'm gonna?" Thea tilted her head speaking in mock innocence as she teases him. "Not until I allow it," she said in return as there was only a thin layer left of the ice. Her fingers starting to grow numb until it officially melted. "That's not my title," she said before moving her lips to his ears and said, "Cum for me, bitch."

PATRICK: Patrick's hips started thrusting upwards. He needed more. He needed to be touched by her. He needed more, and he needed it now. He clenched his jaw, taking in the feeling of her small fingers on him. He wanted to cum so badly, but he had to hold it in. He was told to, and Patrick wanted to show Thea that he could be Submissive, follow her orders and do exactly what she wanted, in order to please her. "My muse," He breathed out. "My mu-MY MUSE..." He moaned loudly, feeling her lips ghost against his ear, and he immediately started to moan continuously at her words, feeling the white ropes of semen spill out of him, his body twitching underneath and his feet propelling around. "Fuck, fuck!" He moaned, a few extra drops coming out and he grunted quietly, his chest heaving up and down.

THEA: She quickly pulled her face away to watch him, her hand slipping away as he shoots cum on himself and she watches with a glint of pride in her eyes as her cold moved to his sacs one more time before she completely pulls away, "What a good little Adonis," she leans forward, to swipe her tongue against his tip as he cools down, pulling away she grabs a towel to give to him to wipe himself off. Taking the paddle off the bedside counter she brings it back to her drawer before turning back around, staring at him, she unhooks her bra and slips it off her body, waiting for his reaction as she stood there in only her panties attached to her stockings.

PATRICK: Patrick couldn't believe how soon he reached his climax - he wasn't normally this quick, but with all of the teasing that had been going on during the days leading up to this, five years of waiting and generally just being pent up, he couldn't help it. It was a testament to Thea's skills really. His hands moved over his head as he breathed heavily, trying to come down from the high. He groaned when he felt her tongue on his dick for a split second; he was so damn sensitive. But then she was off again, and all Patrick could do was lay there and take in what had happened. He didn't even listen to the sounds of the paddle being put away or her bra hitting the floor - he was in his own little world. Until he removed his hands, finally having gained enough energy to focus back on Thea, and he sat up on his elbows and moved his gaze onto her. "Fuck me," He whispered as he finally saw her. She wasn't fully nude, but what was before him still made his jaw drop. It was like she had been carved out of marble, she looked like a Greek Goddess. Everything was perfect about this girl. He was speechless, no thoughts going through his head, except for how gorgeous she was. "I'm gonna cum again, my muse." He whispered, not even sure if she heard him. He could feel himself getting hard again, and it was a lot to deal with, especially with how sensitive his cock was at the moment.

THEA: Thea watched him trying recover his breath and found it entertaining to see just how breathless he was. But once he made contact with her body again, she smirked at his first words. This was the first time he was seeing her like this and it was clear that as she suspected, he was having a hard time handling himself. Watching as his cock started to twitch, she laughed a bit at his comment. "Is that all it takes for you?" She teased before saying, "Then I better not do this." She slid her underwear down her legs as let them go with her stockings until she was naked. Letting him soak in the image of her.

PATRICK: He wanted so badly to reach out and put his hands on her, feel his fingertips on her skin, explore every inch of her body. He wanted to kiss every part of her and have her feel just as good, as she made him feel. He was itching to touch her, and for a moment he sat up with the intention of doing just so. But he also wanted to control himself, for her. He wanted to be good. Nodding, Patrick's eyes raked over her body. "You have that effect on me, my muse," he told her, quietly as he took it all in. And then she finally took off the last piece of clothing, and he watched her intently, holding his breath. "Oh my god..." He whispered, in awe of what she looked like. "Can I-" he cleared his throat. "Can I touch you, my muse?"

THEA: Thea smiled as she felt like his eyes were shooting lasers to her skin. Or maybe he was just trying to memorize the moment so that he could put it on paper later. He looked like he was holding his breath when she took off the rest of her clothes and she definitely heard his comments which made her smile. People had definitely enjoyed her body before, but never with this level of awe. She smirked at his question. She moved for a moment before giving a small nod as she moves onto the bed before moving on top of him. "You may."

PATRICK: Patrick's heart pounded in his chest as soon as he saw the Domme move to straddle him - something that, only a couple of days ago, he'd found so hot that he needed to jerk off over it; maybe it was the dominant role that she had taken then, or maybe it was because she'd slightly been rubbing against his crotch when she did. Maybe a mix of both. After he was given permission, he gently placed his hands on her waist, finally feeling the silky smooth skin underneath his fingertips. He kept his eyes on her, wanting to take her all in, as one hand started to travel up her stomach and to her breast, his thumb grazing her nipple softly, before it continued up to her neck, and then her cheek. He cupped it softly, while his other hand moved around to her backside, almost instantly finding her ass. Her body fit against his perfectly, and he decided to just feel what it was like to finally have it against his own. "You have no idea what you're doing to me right now, my muse," He whispered, leaning in, desperate to kiss her, but not doing it unless she gave him permission to.

THEA: She allowed him to touch her skin, she would be lying to her self if she were to say that it didn't feel nice and feeling his hands brush up her waist, her stomach, her nipple hardening before his hand found itself on her cheek. His other hand evidently finding itself on another cheek on her backside. Thea let her eyes move to look at him as she let out a small laugh at his words. "I presume making your dreams come true, my little Adonis" she said in return before leaning forward to meet him halfway her lips greeting his passionately as she rubs her cunt teasingly on Patrick's cock.

PATRICK: Humming, Patrick smiled at her. She was making his dreams come true. He had been waiting for so many years for this exact moment, he'd been dreaming about, wondering what it would be like, spent countless of hours jerking off to the thought of her doing whatever she wanted with him. And now, it was actually happening, and Patrick couldn't be more excited about it. He moaned into the kiss, feeling her wet pussy rub against his already erect cock. The sensation of their sex meeting, combined with his lips on hers and their tongues crashing together was something that Patrick wanted to remember for the rest of his life. His hand that had rested on her cheek ran down her back and met the other, on her ass, squeezing softly as he pulled her closer to him, despite it seeming impossible since they were rubbing up against one another. Patrick bit down on her lip softly before pulling away from the kiss again, but his lips still ghosting against hers. "Please, let me make you cum. I want to make you feel good, my muse."

THEA: She felt his moan against her lips as she tried not to make a noise to let him know just how nice it felt. Thea grinned against his lips as she felt his hand squeeze at her. Smiling as his teeth sunk into her lip. Thea felt his lips and the way he pleaded to pleasure her and she smirked as her eyes open to look at him. “Patience, my little Adonis.” She says as she rubs her self up against him once more before moving a hand towards his cock using it to tease her clit.

PATRICK: The room was getting incredibly hot, but Patrick didn't care, because he had Thea right where he'd dreamt of. He could feel her folds against him, opening slightly when she rubbed herself against the tip of dick. He wanted to be inside of her already, he was craving that warmth and tightness that he knew would come with it. He was starting to get frustrated. Knitting his eyebrows together, Patrick heard what she said but couldn't say anything to it, because soon enough, he felt what she was doing. He whimpered, wanting more and let his head fall onto her shoulder to rest as he felt her on his dick. "Thea..." He moaned out in a whisper, not even thinking about titles right now. One hand moved from her cheek and further down, finally finding her clit with two fingers. He needed to make her feel good in some kind of way.

THEA: Thea felt herself sharply inhale from teasing herself as her hips rolled slowly against his tip. Feeling his forehead press against her shoulder, she holds the back of his head there as she guides him to sitting. Hearing him say her name, she gave his cock a firm tug before reminding him, "Titles, this is still a scene, bitch," she spoke before smacking his fingers away from her. "Bad bitch," she said as she warns, "Don't make me get the paddle out again." Thea finally guided his cock to tease her hole before finally sliding down on top of his cock, a soft moan leaving her own lips now.

PATRICK: "Fuck!" Patrick gasped, as he felt her small hand giving him a hard tug and his hands being pushed off. He almost wanted to pout, disappointed that he didn't get to touch her or do anything that worked in her favor, but he stopped himself. "I'm sorry, my muse," He croaked out, not wanting this opportunity to get lost because he couldn't control himself. He'd enjoyed the paddle, up until the point when it had become too much, but he wanted to be inside of her already. "I'll be good," The Donovan boy promised, and brought his head back up, his lips pressing against her jaw and cheek. He finally felt her slide down on him, and, just like Thea, he moaned too. "Oh, Thea-" He stopped himself. "My muse...please, fuck me, my muse." Patrick breathed, correcting himself. He had a tight grip on her, his hands squeezing her hips softly, just waiting for her to settle down on him and get comfortable.

THEA: She felt his lips against her face with a smirk as she slid down on top of him, her walls tightening around him as she groaned. Her body could handle him, but she couldn't handle suppressing the noises that just wanted to leave her lips. When he called her Thea again she glared a bit before he quickly corrected himself. She gave him a small slap to his cheek to remind him before slowly beginning to slide herself off and on his cock, riding him as she felt her breathing started to grow shakier and heavier as she thrust faster.

PATRICK: Patrick gasped, finally feeling her taking all of him in. She was warm and wet, and felt so inviting. Her walls embraced him and he could feel every single part of her. He was at a loss for words about how it felt, but the slap made him wake up, and he couldn't help but grin against her cheek for a moment, appreciating her staying in the Dominant role. She was so good at it. And she was so good at riding him. Shallow breaths came out of his mouth as he moved his head, wanting to look at her. "Keep going please, my muse," He breathed out, his hand tangling into her hair as he moved in to kiss her passionately. "Don't-don't stop."

THEA: Thea looked at him with lust filled in her eyes as she kept going, her body bouncing as she felt herself so wet yet wanting to last as long as possible before she allowed herself to cum. Her eyes met his for a moment as she inhaled sharply, her body slamming into his as he pleaded for her to keep going. Her hands moved to his shoulders as she began to slam herself down on his cock, her lips pressing firmly into his as she lets herself moan again, pulling her lips away from his a moment, before pushing him down on his back so he had a full view of her as she thrust her head back a moment. Her hand pressing against his stomach to use him for balance. "You going to cum for me again, my little Adonis?"

PATRICK: There was no way in hell that Patrick would forget about this experience. He remembered a lot of sexual encounters, but it was mainly based on how weird they were. This was something different; this was a feeling that he'd never had before. He was impressed with himself and the fact that he'd already cum and straight after gotten hard again - that was all thanks to Thea, of course. She was the reason that this time was so memorable. Moaning, Patrick's eyes remained on the Domme, wanting to watch her. She looked like she was in pleasure, it sounded like she was in pleasure and the way her body moved was a clear indication that she was definitely getting the satisfaction that she wanted. Laying down like she wanted, Patrick got to properly enjoy the view. His hands first rested on her hips and thighs, but soon enough made their way up to her gorgeous breasts and he licked his lips, watching how they fit perfectly in his large hands. "Fuck, baby-my muse," He quickly moaned out. The way she rode him made him close his eyes tightly. He nodded to her question. "Yeah," It came out in a breath. "Yeah, I am. I'm gonna cum." Patrick warned her, managing to open his eyes as he looked up at her, his moans getting louder and louder as he got closer to his climax.

THEA: She placed her hand on top of Patrick's for a moment as she enjoyed the way he held onto her smaller breasts. Thea could feel the tension climbing up her body as she felt herself growing closer, her walls tightening with each thrust as she fucked him faster. Her body starting to give into the needs, but she slapped his face lightly again, "Cum for me little bitch," she said as she listened to his moans, wanting to feel him cum inside her as she orgasms.

PATRICK: Patrick could feel it build up inside of him again, his thighs tightening and his hips thrusting up to meet Thea. The same burning feeling came through in his abdomen. His moans and grunts were loud as he watched her. The way she moved on top of him, was so incredibly sexy. "*I'm-" He grunted, knowing that it would only take a few more thrusts. He was wrong. It took her slapping his face. "Cumming!" Patrick yelled out, his head falling back, his eyes closing and his body twitching as he reached his second orgasm of the day. He grunted as he felt the semen shoot out of him and into her body, his hand having moved down to grab at the sheet underneath him. His chest was red from the heat, his breathing was heavy, and his moans were calming down. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," He groaned through his teeth, his hand letting go of the sheet and instead moving up to grab at Thea's thigh, squeezing it. With one last thrust to finish him off, Patrick calmed down. "Fucking hell..."

THEA: Her body was in pure pleasure as she felt him finally thrust up inside her and she couldn't help herself as she groaned, feeling him inside her as he filled her, her head rolling back as her back arches, allowing herself to orgasm as she felt her thighs shaking and dug her nails into his wrist as she stayed there for a moment, feeling him push upwards inside of her once more as she felt the high wearing down as her chest rose and fell as she ran a hand through her hair and looked down at him with a grin as she took a few moments before sliding herself off of Patrick feeling his cum drip down her inner leg as she tried to figure out what to say now. But hearing both of them just breathe also was peaceful.

PATRICK: Knowing that Thea had also reached her orgasm made Patrick feel proud. He knew how to make a girl cum, it wasn't a problem. But he felt like he had something to prove to the girl. He'd spent five years, pining after her; he wanted to show her that she had been missing out and that whatever she'd heard about him had been true. Patrick opened his eyes after a moment, looking up to see what Thea was doing. He almost whimpered at the cold feeling when she slid off of him again, sad that he wasn't inside of her anymore. His hand found hers and he gently pulled at it, wanting her to join him on the bed. Thea knew he was a giant softie, and he liked the idea of being intimate with her, in a way that wasn't sexual. But he also wasn't going to force it. "That was amazing, my muse," Patrick said, still trying to catch his breath. His eyes found hers and a warm grin grew on his lips. "You're absolutely amazing."

THEA: Thea heard the noise and couldn't help but laugh a bit as he gave her hand a tug, she moved to lay next to him as she needed a moment to relax, and she figured that Patrick would definitely need more than a few moments. At this point the scene was over and now it would be focusing on aftercare as she smiled at his words. "All you ever hoped and dreamed for?" She teases him a bit as she looked at, moving onto her stomach so that she could tilt his chin up and she let her lips greet his slowly, her tongue sliding into the kiss almost immediately as her other hand moved to his chest.

PATRICK: He hummed lightly, watching her lay down. "And so much more," He answered her and responded immediately to her kiss and her tongue, his own swiping against hers. Moaning lightly into it, Patrick had missed kissing her. There had been some, during all of this, but not enough. He understood why - it wasn't part of the scene that Thea created. But he was going to make up for that now. He pulled away from the kiss, and wrapped his arms around her, a hand moving up to place a strand of hair behind her ear and caress her cheek. He smiled softly as he took in the way that she looked. Maybe he was going to draw her while she slept. She was gorgeous like this, nude and satisfied. For a while, he didn't say anything, he just laid there and admired her, nothing really going through his brain. "You're beautiful."

THEA: She let herself relax as she kissed him, not having to worry about anything as she did. Thea could go for another round, but also figured she had tired the poor guy out. As he pulled his lips away from hers, she felt his hand wrap around her. She didn't usually like this type of hold, the only person she had really ever cuddled with was Skylar. Feeling his hand against he face as she smiled back at him. Her own hand mindlessly rubbing a small spot on his chest as she tried to figure out what he was thinking at the moment. Obviously this is not what friends do. And she started to wonder if this is what he did with their other friends. If what was happening wasn't abnormal for his style of sex. But she let out a small laugh when he called her beautiful and kiss him softly, "I know."

PATRICK: Patrick loved being so close to the young Hudson girl. He could feel how relaxed he was getting, right there next to her. He moved to grab the blanket covering both of them, beginning to feel the cold air on his body. Patrick knew that Thea wasn't the romantic type, she'd told him the night before. He didn't have to do pull out all the soppy things, like kissing her hand and telling her how much he cherished having her in his life. But he didn't really care, he did it anyway. It wasn't to prove anything to her, or anyone else for that matter. It was just how he felt about her. He couldn't help the chuckle when he heard her answer, and he kissed her back. "So...are you tired?" Patrick muttered into the kiss, his hand traveling underneath the blanket and down to her ass. He was willing to do whatever she wanted to do.

THEA: She laughed gently as he covered them both with her blankets. She let her hip bone press up against his, and that was her version of letting him know that she didn't mind these gestures after the scene was over. She was supposed to be administrating aftercare, but this felt like what Patrick wanted to do, so she let it happen. Her lips lingered against his a moment, her eyes still shut as he asked if she was tired. She felt his hand on her ass which made her smirk a little against his lips before saying, "Not really, are you?"

PATRICK: "Nuh-uh," Patrick shook his head softly, and kissed her lips again, this time more delicately. Then, he placed a kiss in the corner of her lips. Then her cheek. Next, it was a few kisses on her jaw. And thereafter, he moved slowly down to her neck, kissing the naked skin. "I'm" kiss "as" kiss "awake" another kiss, "as I can be," he whispered against her, his hand squeezing her ass softly. His started moving further down, his lips on her collarbone, then on her breast, and his tongue darting out to lick her nipple. He hummed again, looking up to check if this was okay for him to do, not wanting to do anything that wasn't alright for the Domme.

THEA: Thea grinned at his movements, laughing a bit as he kissed down her neck between words, moving to give more room to let his lips travel her body. "Good to know," she grinned as she took the blanket off her body, her hand at the side of his face as she felt his kisses start to spread. Watching him slide to let his tongue press up against her nipple, she looked down at him as she felt her heart starting pound once more. "You like doing that, Pattie? You wanna suck my nipples, Pattie Melt, don't you?" She says, saying his name considering this was post scene now, teasing him a little.

PATRICK: Smirking to himself, Patrick wrapped his lips around her nipple, making his tongue do a combination of flicking over it and smoothing down on it to lick it. He nodded and let go. "They're delicious," he almost growled and placed another kiss on them, before he started moving further down, his lips still on her body as he kissed and licked down the, past the dips and valleys of her chest to her stomach, to her hips. He wasn't sure how well this next move was going to go, so he let his hand go between her legs, feeling his cum from before and also how wet she was. Groaning quietly to himself, he started to rub her clit, his lips still on her hipbone, kissing around one specific place. And then he bit down on that perfect spot, and started sucking, wanting to leave a love bite.

THEA: She watched him for a few moments, "Mmm, yeah? They are." Thea bit her lower lip as she watched him slide under her body as his lips and tongue found each crevice of her body. She looked down towards Patrick as he kisses at her hips. His fingers moving to feel her, a hum left her lips at the touch, her waist moving forward, hand moving to the top of his head, she felt his teeth and tongue and she finally lost her patience bucking her cunt towards his face. "Clean up the mess you made."

PATRICK: Patrick sucked and bit and licked at Thea's soft skin, knowing that there was definitely going to be a mark left there. It wasn't to "claim" her or anything like that, he knew about the rules when it came to that and that wasn't up Patrick's lane. Besides, the two of them were just friends. No, he left a mark so she could remember how good he made her feel, wanting her to come back for more. Letting go of her skin with his lips, Patrick looked up and nodded, following her orders as he moved between her legs. "Yes, my muse," he whispered against her sex, before kissing her inner thigh. She'd left red marks all over his, he was going to leave kisses. His finger was circling around her clit and he enjoyed how her body was responding to it. His kisses moved closer and closer to where his fingers were, until he finally reached it and his tongue darted out to taste her. He hummed delightfully, and wrapped his mouth around, beginning to lick and suck up his own cum and her juices mixed together. "I wish to make you feel good, my muse." He told her, having come up for a breath of air, and his fingers moving over her opening gently. Moving back down again, he continued to push his tongue into her, grunting every now and again at how good she tasted.

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Collector’s Edition - Kidge Month Day 13 Prompt Fill Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Kidge Summary: When Kolivan assigns Keith to go collect an important artifact the Blade has been tracking, he’s initially excited because it means he gets to spend time with Pidge. But when he gets a third and fourth wheel tacked on? Not so much. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.

Despite his parting from Team Voltron, Keith was grateful that he still had times where he could collaborate with them. With how much they could all grate on his nerves, he still cared about them and valued their skills. Lance, despite being brash and arrogant, was a fast learner and rather skilled tactician, when the mood struck him. Plus, he was rather skilled at rolling with a last-minute plan pretty well. And Hunk, though a bit of a coward, was a powerhouse with a heart of gold. He would put his own fear aside to protect innocent people. Allura, despite being royalty, was far from someone who feared the idea of getting involved in the fray. Her diplomacy skills were just as honed as he fighting capabilities, which he couldn’t help but admire. He and Shiro had a history and he knew his qualifications quite well. Excluding him, he had to say that Pidge was probably the person he enjoyed interacting and working with on the team the most.

And that wasn’t just because the two of them had started a relationship underneath everyone else’s noses.

So, when Kolivan asked him if he’d mind working with Voltron for the mission, he had jumped at the chance. He suggested Pidge specifically, since it sounded like it was a more covert operation. Green Lion would be incredibly useful in the situation, and he wasn’t going to complain about getting some much needed one-on-one time with Pidge. They hadn’t been able to take the time and catch up on what was new in each other’s lives lately, after all.

Instead, he’d been crammed into the Green Lion with Pidge, Hunk and Lance. And forced to suffer through Lance singing the entirety of “99 Bottles” two and a half times.

"Okay, see, this seems a lot more like a potential black market!" Lance said, gesturing widely around them at the small shops and booths set up around them. All three of them had been decked out in Blade garb to help keep them from standing out. The last thing they needed was to be wandering around a market like this with the three decked out in their full Paladin armor.

Hunk was a few paces behind him, looking incredibly uncomfortable as he peered around at the various liens around them. "Is that really something we should be celebrating about? Aren't black markets supposed to be, you know, super sketchy?"

“Considering there's a Blade informant around here, doing Blade tasks? Probably," Pidge chimed in. Then, with a small huff that Keith knew meant she was smirking, she turned and walked backwards along. "Probably super dangerous, too. I mean, Kolivan said the agent that that agent they assigned out here had to be put through rigorous, intense torture training."

"Wait, what? Nobody told me that!"

Keith could feel his eye twitch as he peered around himself, trying to look for any sign of a Blade nearby. "Pidge, stop trying to freak Hunk out," he said flatly. He then tilted his head back and to address the other man. "She's exaggerating, Hunk."

"Exaggerating? So he did have to be put through torture training?"

Lance snorted a bit, a clear indication that he was going to join in on Pidge’s game, too. "Wouldn't surprise me. I mean, have you ever actually listened to some of Nihaar's stories?"

"Oh, did she tell you about the Blade who ripped one of his own teeth out?"

"Oh God!" Hunk choked out.

"Would you three knock it off?" Keith barked as he wheeled around to face them. They all skid to a stop and turned to look at him. Part of the problem with having Lance, Hunk or both of them around was that the three of them tended to feed on one another. If one of them was riffing on one of the others? Then the third one had to join in so it was a game of two against one. It was exhausting in situations such as this. He couldn’t see their faces, but he took comfort in knowing they were paying attention to him. "Look, Nihaar tends to embellish some of the stuff she's seen. I've been working with the Blade a while and, aside from the initial trials I went through, I haven't had to do any extra training like pulling out teeth or being tortured or whatever else you're thinking goes on."

"Well of course Keith would say that," Lance said, leaning over to faux-whisper to Hunk "since he’s had to take the Blade of Marmora vow of silence."

"That or they put a device in his head to control his thought process," Pidge chimed in, her voice surprisingly chipper. "Did you see any surgical scars by either of his temples? That's how we'll know for sure."

"Oh, God, I’m pretty sure I saw one!"

"I am so sick of all of you," Keith snarled lowly, throwing his hands up and turning to stomp away.

"Aw, Keef~! Wait up!" Pidge called, all giggles as she chased after him. It took her a moment to catch up, given he was taller and had gotten a head start. "Chill out, dude. We're just teasing."

"What you're doing is being obnoxious and making this mission way harder than it needs to be! And attracting tons of attention!" He hissed out quietly, indicating the crowd around them with a nod of his head. A few of the other patrons wandering around had started glancing over at Hunk, Lance and Pidge’s theatrics, their eyes glued to them. When Pidge lifted her head and peered around, though, they all quickly averted their gaze, trying to avoid getting caught.

"Oh, come on. We're just having a little fun with you," She said, stepping closer so that she was beside him. "I mean, we don't get to tease you like we used to anymore. We gotta get our fill when we can find the time."

"Gee, thanks. I feel so loved," he quipped sarcastically.

Pidge laughed outright at his dry response. "As you should! We only do it because we care and miss you,"

"You have a real funny way of showing it," He paused to turn his head and watch as Lance and Hunk started trying to catch up, flailing their arms and shouting gibberish at them. They had gotten a decent breath of space between them. "Well, when these two are around, anyway."

"It's not my fault we're keeping things on the DL," she huffed as they started the trek again. She peered around at a booth that seemed to have some kind of glass wares available. "I take it that the rumor is true, though?"

"Rumor?"

"I overheard Shiro and Coran talking. You originally asked Kolivan to approve me alone for the mission?"

He could feel his cheeks flushing under the mask. "Oh, that," he mumbled shyly. "Well, yeah. I figured it'd make more sense to go in a small, covert group. Plus, Green Lion has that cloaking device, so she's good in situations like this." He explained. He caught the subtle droop of her shoulders and shifted, nudging her with his hip. "And, you know, I thought it'd be nice to spend time with you, one-on-one."

"Aw, you're a big softie," she hummed, reaching out to shove his arm playfully. Her hand lingered, though. It was the most they could do with Hunk and Lance with them, after all. "But I'm surprised Kolivan didn't agree. I mean, that's some pretty sound logic you were using."

He shrugged. "He said it's because whatever we've been sent to collect isn't going to be an easy fare. I'm assuming that, whatever it is, must be pretty important if he wants so much extra coverage," he said. He wasn’t completely sure on the details, as Kolivan had implied it was a rather sensitive situation. His lips twisted down in a small scowl as his mind whirled with another thought as to why his commander had picked a slightly larger group. "Well, either that, or he thinks we need babysitters."

"Jokes on him; none of us here are mature enough to keep the others in line," she scoffed, stretching her arms above her head. There was a small pop of her back followed by a soft sigh. "If he wanted people who behave then he should have sent, like, Shiro or Adwru or someone like that along."

Keith opened his mouth to say something else when they heard a loud, alarmed shout behind them. They turned to find Lance and Hunk, both in cuffs, surrounded by a small group of some kind of guards. They weren’t wearing Galran armor, but the armor they did have had some kind of strange, bright orange symbol on it, like an opened eye surrounded by sun beams. Three more guards had turned to look at them.

"Hey, you two! Come with us!" One of the guards shouted, lifting one hand to reveal something that resembled a cattle prod in their hand.

"Run!" Keith snapped, shoving Pidge’s shoulder in the direction they’d been going.

The guards darted after them, snapping about how important bringing them in was. A pit formed in his stomach. Were they aware of what to expect from Blade members in regards to dress? Or had they figured out who, exactly, Pidge, Hunk and Lance were? He knew that some time back Pidge had gone snooping around from underground swap to swap, chasing leads on where she could find Matt and Sam. Had word of her movements traveled and left security at these sorts of places on high alert?

It would be something he’d need to loom in to later, he decided. Right now, they had to figure out how to shake their pursuers and free the other two. Seeming to be on the same page as him, Pidge called out her bayard and flipped around. She fired her hook shot out, slamming right into a large chandelier. It came crashing down, narrowly missing hitting the guards chasing them, and making a decent mess between them. "Ha! Nice shot!" He praised.

"Thanks!" She said, turning to start running again before freezing. She lifted her bayard again and prepared to launch it out again. "Keith, duck!" She shouted, but before she could let the shot fly, she was seized up by two sets of large arms. She started thrashing, flinging her head back in an attempt to headbutt her captor. "Let go of me!”

"Pidge!" He shouted, pulling out his Blade dagger and starting to charge forward. He was tackled from the side by one of the other guards who had found their way around the smashed chandelier. He threw his elbow behind him, managing to clip the other in their trunk-like nose, in an attempt to get his Blade free enough to make a move with it. Instead, the guard grabbed the wrist and pinned it down.

The one holding Pidge fished out a laser gun with one hand and held it to her head. “Stop fighting, or your little friend here is gonna suffer the consequences,” They snarled at him.

Keith glared up at them but didn’t say anything or try to fight it as they looped the cuffs on the wrist still clutching his dagger. The guard pinning him perked up, leaning over to get a closer look at his dagger, before letting out a small hum. “These are definitely the ones boss told us to keep an eye out for,”

“Good,” The one hold Pidge said gruffly. Another guard approached and helped him to cuff her as well. Once the two were cuffed properly, the guards that had caught Hunk and Lance approached, leading the duo along with guns to their backs. “You all are going to have the delight of meeting the big boss himself for your actions. You should feel honored.” He sneered.

All the vendors and patrons around them watched in wide-eyed intrigue as the group was led away. They were loaded up into the back of a small vehicle and driven out of the main bazaar, out towards a large building a few miles away. Judging by its placement and the other vehicles coming and going, Keith was willing to wager this was the building where seller’s permits, security agents, and other such matters were handled. Once they entered the building, they were taken past a reception area in the front, down a long corridor, and into an office. A figure settled at a desk in the room perked up at their entrance, a toothy grin turning up on their lips.

"Ah, so you lot are the group Kolivan sent, hm? Pretty impressive struggle you put up out there. Been a while since my men were given a run for their money like that," he said with a laugh, waving one hand at his guards as he pushed out of his seat and approached. He was clearly part Galra, given his pupil less yellow eyes and the purple-blue hue of the fur he had. His ears were reminiscent of Sendak’s, being large and wide and attached completely to his head, though they grew more narrowed and furless leading up towards the tips. His nose pointed out a bit, somewhat like the snout of a rodent, and was furred all the way up to the tip. The fur along their head had been grown out and down, leaving them with fur that functioned much like sideburns, but were clearly well-maintained and groomed. Unlike the normal Blade or Galran armor, or even the more simple robes most merchants sported, he was wearing a burgundy colored suit with silver detail work along the lapels and cuffs. At his indication, the guards set to removing the shackles they’d placed them in just moments before. “Though I certainly hope that none of you were harmed. We have to put on an impressive, believable show for the other merchants, but that doesn’t mean we go out of our way to hurt you.”

Keith blinked as his wrist were freed, reaching up to gently rub at the left one. "Wait, you're our informant?"

"Indeed I am. You may address me as Reylt," he said, offering him a hand.

While Keith shook his hand, Hunk poked his head over, unbound and seeming significantly less unnerved. "Wait, you're the Blade guy? But you don't look like you've been through rigorous, agonizing torture,"

Reytl cocked his head in confusion before shaking it. "I... I beg your pardon? I am a Blade who was ill-suited for combat, but excelled in other fields that are just as necessary," He then turned and indicated they follow him to yet another elevator at the other end of the room. Three of his guards followed along while the rest fell back and took watch by the main office entrance and elevator respectively. "Though I can't blame you for being confused. Those who know of the Blade tend to only know about the main activities they engage in." He clicked the lowest button and, after a small cream of gears, began its descent.

"Information gathering seems pretty commonplace for the Blades, though I'm sure you get a pretty diverse selection, given your location," Pidge chimed in, waggling her fingers at her sides.

Reytl hummed before holding one hand up and waffling it side to side. "It varies, if I am honest. Information also isn't my expertise, though I will offer up anything of notoriety that I find," The elevator dinged as it reached the floor, the door gliding open smoothly. They were greeted with huge, large shelves filled decorated with various goods decorating them. "Come along. My men will help you transport the goods back to your vehicle."

“Goods?" Hunk asked skeptically as they all slipped out.

The young Blade cast them a quick, curious glance over his shoulder. "Yes. Kolivan did explain what, exactly, he sent you to retrieve, did he not?"

"Well, he said it was vital equipment we were coming to get," Lance scoffed.

"Equipment, goods, feh. It's a yularis, yularis matter at that point," Reytl snorted, emphasizing an ‘e’ sound the first time he said the word, and then emphasizing an ‘i’ sound.

"Uh... What?" Lance drawled out.

Hunk hummed quietly, tilting his head. "I think that's their version of tomato, tomatoe,"

"Ah, brilliant," Pidge said flatly.

“So, where is this item? We really need to get going before they start thinking something bad has happened to us,” Keith cut in, walking alongside Reytl and his guard.

“Right this way. Also, I must say, Kolivan has exquisite taste. Finding this little number was not easy, but I’m sure that it will be well worth it,” He commented, leading them through the shelves of goods until he reached one of the larger items. A huge grin turned up on his lips as he pulled out a tablet, clicked in some information, and then smiled as one of the larger items from the top shelf was slowly pressed out on a moving platform and lower. “Tahdah!” He held his arms out with flourish at the item before them.

“... U-Uh,” Hunk trailed, looking from the item to the others.

“Oh, my God,” Pidge choked out, the noise sounding like a cross between a laugh and a groan.

Keith swallowed hard, looking at the item and then Reytl. “Is… Is that… A desk?”

“Well, it isn’t just a desk! It is a desk made of the finest windeler wood, crafted by the craftsmen Quin’clu’tarf! It’s a one-of-a-kind antique!”

Lance let out a low groan, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Are you serious?”

“Um… Are you sure this is what we were sent here for?” Keith asked, shaking his head a bit. He couldn’t believe that this was what they were sent for.

However, Reytl nodded, a serious scowl forming on his face. “Oh, absolutely. I have been trying to find this desk at his request for ages now!” He turned to look at the item again, then back to the team. “Now, do you need any equipment to help you with transporting it?”

The ride in Green Lion to return was incredibly quiet and tense, leaving Keith almost wishing the others would start acting up again.

#Voltron legendary defender #Keidge #Kidge #Peith #Kidgemas #MonthofKidge #MonthofKidge2019 #KidgeaPalooza #KidgeaPalooza2019 #Pidge Gunderson #Keith Kogane #my fics #Yall can't convince me Kolivan hasn't pulled something like this before #It's just not possible

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walkerismychoice · 6 years ago

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Everything’s Reminding Me of You - Part 3 (Logan X MC, Colt X MC)

Book: ROD

Pairing: Logan X MC, Colt X MC

Rating: NSFW/18+

Summary: As Gabi drives off to college alone, she can’t help but think about the two loves she left behind. This is Part 3 of 3

Song Credits (In order)

1. Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt 2. Love You Goodbye - One Direction Spotify Playlist (includes songs from part 1 and 2)

Word Count: 3153

Two days of driving down, and one long day to go before Gabi reaches her final destination. Despite the pain of having nothing to do but relive all her recent memories, she’s feeling lighter and more hopeful today than she has in a long time. She’s ready to let them go and start fresh. Well almost. She’s kept a couple songs for today. Ones that remind her of her goodbyes to them both. After driving for awhile, she’s ready and cues up the first song to play.

~~~

Colt dropped Gabi off in front of her house after saying goodbye. As if that wasn’t hard enough, everyone was gone, just like that. She hadn’t even had a chance to say goodbye to Logan and didn’t know if she would ever see him again.

She turned to walk up the path to her house when she heard her name being called, and she would know that voice anywhere.

“Gabi?” Logan stepped out from the shadows.

“Logan!” I’d thought you’d left.” Gabi ran up and threw her arms around his neck.

Logan hugged her back in his strong arms and kissed her on the forehead. “I couldn’t. Not without saying goodbye.”

They stayed there motionless for a long moment, neither wanting to be the first to break the embrace. “What will you do?”

“I’m...not sure.”

“You know, you don’t have to leave. You could stay in L.A. We could find a way...” Gabi was desperate not to lose him. She would have given up school, gone anywhere, done anything, if that meant she could stay with him.

I know your fears and you know mine / We've had our doubts but now we're fine / And I love you, I swear that's true / I cannot live without you.

Logan looked contemplatively up at the sky. Gabi followed his gaze and at that moment, a meteor streaked orange across the pitch black canvas of the night. “I lived my whole life on the run. From foster homes, from police, from gangs... I was always willing to walk away and never look back.” He looked back to Gabi.

You touched my heart you touched my soul / You changed my life and all my goals

"But I thought I was finally done running. I thought I’d finally found something worth fighting for. Worth risking it all for. But now the feds are after us. And every moment I stay puts you in danger.”

And love is blind and that I knew when / My heart was blinded by you

Gabi frowned. “What are you saying?” She already knows the answer. She could see it in his face, hear it in voice, but she was holding onto and last shred of hope that there was any way they could be together.

“I'm saying that if I really care about you...” He paused and took a deep breath, as if to muster the courage for what came next. “I have to never see you again.”

Did I disappoint you or let you down? / Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown? / 'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun

“That’s not true.” Gabi shook her head, unwilling to believe it.

“We both know know it is. I have to walk away.”

Gabi stomach sunk, and it was like the ground fell out from underneath her. It was all she could do to keep herself from completely breaking down. Logan inched closer and Gabi fell into his arms, resting her head in his chest. They swayed together as if there was music only they could hear. “I don’t want to let go.”

I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile / I've watched you sleeping for a while / I'd be the father of your child/ I'd spend a lifetime with you

“Me neither. Man, I really get it now. It’s amazing how much life makes sense when everything hurts.”

Gabi tilted her head back to look up at him. He smiled, trying to lighten the mood but Gabi could see his eyes glistening in the moonlight.

“Logan...what am I going to do without you?”

“Well , for starters, you’re going to get some sleep.” Logan chuckled but Gabi was in no mood to laugh.

“Logan, I’m serious. I...don’t know how to go back to the old me.”

“Then don’t. Be the real you. The one that was always waiting to come out.”

“That one doesn’t know how to be alone.”

“She won’t be.”

“Where will you go?”

“Guess I’ll see where the road takes me.”

“And you won’t come find me?”

It may be over but it won't stop there/ I'm here for you if you'd only care

“I can’t, Gabi. But know that every time you look up at the stars, I’m somewhere seeing your face in them.” Gabi covered her face with her hands as hot tears stung her eyes and Logan stroked her hair. “Hey, hey.. don’t cry over me. You’ll forget all about me soon enough. I was just a rock in space lucky enough to burn up in your atmosphere for a moment.”

And as you move on, remember me / Remember us and all we used to be

“No Logan, I’ll never love someone else.” She truly couldn’t imagine how she would ever get over him.

And I love you, I swear that's true / I cannot live without you.

“Yeah, you will.” Logan smiled softy. “You’ve got a whole life ahead of you, and a whole lot of love in your heart. I was just some punk kid you caused trouble with in high school.”

He was selling himself short to make her feel better but she wasn’t buying it. She knew the real Logan. “Don’t say that Logan. Please don’t say that. You’re so much more than that.” As the tears streamed down her face, Logan brushed them away, his calloused fingertips rough against her soft skin.

Logan pushed her hair back out of her face and as much as she wanted to kiss him, she knew that would be the end - the last time she’d get to feel his touch. His lips met hers, soft, and warm, and she closed her eyes squeezing the collecting tears down her cheeks. He cupped her cheek in his hand while Gabi tried to commit every piece of him to memory - his scent, his touch, his taste...

I've kissed your lips and held your head / Shared your dreams and shared your bed. / I know you well, I know your smell / I've been addicted to you.

“Logan, no.” She pleaded as he pulled away, knowing that was it, and the hurt came crashing down instantly.

Goodbye my lover / Goodbye my friend / You have been the one /You have been the one for me.

Logan stepped backwards into the dark, never taking his eyes off her. “There’s a whole wide world out there waiting for you... Give ‘em hell, troublemaker.”

~~~

Goodbye my lover / Goodbye my friend / You have been the one / You have been the one for me / I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow / I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.

The last words of the song describe exactly how she felt when Logan left, like he occupied a physical space in her heart that he took away when he left. But Gabi has a big heart, and although Logan had been the love she felt she was meant to be with, she couldn’t help but keep a space for Colt too. She had thought her goodbye with him was final and had been starting to make peace with it, but Colt had other plans.

~~~

Gabi brought the last of her boxes out to the car and shut the trunk. Now that it was almost here she was both nervous and excited to move across country and start the next phase of her life. It was the first time in a week that she actually let herself look forward instead of just looking back.

As she walked back to the house, she heard a motorcycle in the distance. For just a split second she wondered if it was him, just like she had every time she heard one since he left, but then she remembered how unlikely that was. They’d said their goodbyes and they’d both made it clear they were headed in different directions. But when the sound kept getting louder, Gabi spun around and almost didn’t believe what she saw.

Colt pulled up in front of her house and hopped off his bike, setting his helmet on the seat. It was like she was seeing a ghost, but it had to be real. He was as gorgeous as ever as he sauntered over in fitted jeans and a white t-shirt under his black leather jacket.

“Colt! What are you doing here?”

Colt scratched at the back of his neck. “I was, uh, in the neighborhood.” It came off as more of a question than a statement. Her neighborhood, and specifically her street, were not places people just happened to pass by on their way elsewhere.

“Oh, really?” Gabi questioned suspiciously. “What type of business did you have around here? You know this probably isn’t the smartest place for you to be.”

“Fine, I’m here because I was hoping to see you. I know we already said our goodbyes, but I still feel there’s a lot left unsaid, and I knew you must be leaving soon…”

Gabi crossed her arms. “You’re right, I’m leaving in the morning, so if you are trying to convince me to stay, it’s too late for that.”

It’s inevitable everything that’s good comes to an end / It’s impossible to know if after this we could still be friends, yeah

“No, it’s nothing like that. I just…I don’t know I’m not always the best with words and expressing my feelings. Can we just go somewhere and talk?”

Colt’s humbled and pleading tone melted any resolve she had she had left. “Okay my dad is working, you can come inside." Gabi led Colt into the living room. He sat on one end of the couch and she sat on the other, pulling her knees into her chest, guarded.

It seemed like minutes passed until Gabi finally broke the silence. "So, did you actually want to talk or are we just going to stare at each other?”

Colt smirked. “I don’t know. It’s not such a bad view.”

Gabi laughed and shook her head. “Come on, Colt. I’m leaving early tomorrow, and I could be sleeping right now.”

“Sorry. I just thought I’d get here and I’d know what to say…but I want to apologize. I know I can be an asshole sometimes.”

Gabi raised an eyebrow. “Sometimes?”

“Okay, most of the time.” Colt chuckled. “I don’t necessarily regret the choices I made, but I do wish I had handled some things differently with you. You know how I feel about you. You know how amazing and intelligent I think you are. I see a lot of myself in you, and because of that, I falsely assumed you’d want all the things I want too. I told you following your dream of going off to Langston wasn’t good enough for you, and I’m sorry. You are going to be great at anything you choose to do Gabi, and I know you’re destined for big things.”

Unforgettable together the whole world in my hands / Unexplainable the love that only we could understand, yeah

“Wow, Colt.” She couldn’t believe he was finally saying all the things she’d wanted him to say all along. “Thank you.”

“Colt looked down to his lap. “I just can’t stop wondering if I would have realized sooner-”

I know there’s nothing I can do to change it / But is this something that could be negotiated

“Colt, stop.” Gabi placed a hand on his knee. “I’m going to school on the other side of the country, and you are rebuilding your dad’s garage here. Everything is working out the way it’s supposed to be.”

Colt looked up to meet her gaze, placing his hand on top of hers, and something changed. His eyes darkened as a familiar spark passed between them, and Gabi knew there was know going back. She leaned in and Colt cupped the back of her head, closing the distance and crushing her his mouth to her. His tongue slipped past her parted lips, Gabi moaning as he deepened the kiss.

Suddenly, Colt pulled away. “What about Logan?”

Gabi sighed. “He’s gone. He didn’t want to put me in danger and wanted me to live the live I’m supposed to have. I haven’t seen or heard from him since that last night we were all together, and I doubt I ever will again.”

“That self-sacrificing moron.” Colt laughed and Gabi followed.

“Do you really want to talk about Logan, or…” Gabi slid her hand up and stopped near the top of his thigh.

“What are you saying?” Colt asked with a smile playing on his lips.

Hey, hey, hey / Oh, why did you have to walk out of my life Hey, hey, hey /Oh, even though it’s over you should stay tonight

“I’m saying…come with me.” Gabi jumped up and grabbed Colt’s hand, pulling him with her and up stairs to her bedroom. As soon as she closed the door they started tearing at each other’s clothes, falling onto the bed, limbs intertwined with only their underwear left on.

Colt rolled on top of Gabi, hovering over her. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

If tomorrow you won’t be mine / Won’t you give it to me one last time /Oh, baby let me love you goodbye

Gabi nodded. Had she given Colt any false hope, or if there was any possibility she could have been with Logan again, she might have felt guilty, but she and Colt both knew the score. In an odd way, she knew it was what she needed to get over him.

One more taste of your lips just to bring me back / To the places we’ve been and the nights we’ve had / Because if this is it then at least we could end it right

“Good. If this is the only chance I get, I’m going to do it right.” He kissed her lips, trailing down her jaw and neck, nibbling and sucking hard enough to leave a mark and sending shivers down her spine. He reached around to unhook her bra, flicking his tongue over her nipples as he pulled the cups down. He slipped his hand inside her panties and groaned as he felt how wet she was, and when circled over her clit she did the same, trying to bite back her moan. He removed her panties and sat up, his eyes roving over entire body. "I’ve waited so long to see you like this. You’re so fucking beautiful, Gabi.”

Gabi clasped her hands around his neck, pulling his weight onto her as she kissed him deeply. There was an urgency in his movements, yet he took his time exploring her body like he didn’t want to miss a thing. She came as he worked his fingers inside her, and then again as his tongue teased her clit.

She pushed colt onto his back, stripped off his boxer briefs, and took his hard length into her mouth, bobbing up and down until she brought him to the brink. He pulled her up before she went to far and guided her entrance over him. She sunk down onto him and gasped as his cock filled her completely. He writhed and moaned beneath her, running his hands all over body, caressing her breasts and making her whimper as he tugged on her pink buds.

“I want you on your hands and knees,” Colt commanded and she obliged. He reached around, stroking her most sensitive place as he drove into her, hitting her sweet spot every time. She felt the pressure building once again until it burst and she screamed out Colt’s name as intense waves of pleasure coursed through her.

Her walls still pulsing around him, Colt flipped Gabi over and pinned her hands above her head as his continues his frantic pace. She bucked her hips into him, and a few more thrusts was all he could take, crying out "Ohh, Fuck!” as his whole body shuddered.

Colt flopped on the bed next to Gabi, idly stroking her arm with his fingertips. “It’s a shame we won’t be able to do that again.”

“Yeah,” was all Gabi could manage to say, her mind a jumble of conflicting feelings. Leaving was still the plan, no question about it, but she’d be lying if she didn’t think for a split second about what it would be like if she stayed.

“I know this doesn’t change anything, but if things don’t work out for you out East, you know where I’ll be.”

Gabi kissed Colt softly on the lips and smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind if I flunk out.” She rested her head on Colt’s chest and they remained in silence as the minutes passed “Hey, Colt?”

“Yeah?”

“I just want you to know you were never second choice or plan B for me. I know this might not make sense or be of any consolation, but things just didn’t fall into place for us. We just couldn’t be what we needed each other to be.”

Colt studied Gabi thoughtfully. "You know what? I think I finally get it. It still hurts like hell, but I don’t want you to change to be what you think I want or need. Maybe our paths will cross again, but if I really love you, which I still do, I need to let you follow your own path."

Gabi laced her fingers through Colt’s and gave his hand a squeeze. "I do love you too, Colt. Not in the way you need me to, but I will always care about you.

"I know.” Colt wrapped Gabi in his arms and held her until it was time to for him to leave.

~~~

Oh baby let me love you goodbye

Gabi momentarily wonders if reliving that all within the span of 10 minutes was a mistake as a wave of emotion almost drowns her. But as she takes a deep breath and exhales, she can almost feel the weight lifting off of her. She’s not just going to forget about everything and move on instantaneously, but forcing herself to relive and process it all has made her see things much more clearly, and she’s ready for what adventures lie ahead.

#playchoices fanfic #rod #logan x mc #colt x mc #colt kaneko #rod logan #n*fw #ns*w

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nighttimepixels · 6 years ago

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What soul trait(s) do the ladies prefer or particularly like?

There’s definitely a real loose affiliation for this one, because all the skeleladies are totally down with any soul type! There’s a lot of variation in how a person acts within even a soul type; they’d never say yes or no to someone based on what their primary trait might be.

So with that disclaimer, let’s say this list would be the equivalent of them noticing a trend in tastes, or maybe having taken an undernet quiz popular with monsters that tells you ‘what your favorite soul types are!’ (๑ò◡ó)ﻭ

Preferred types & little breakdown of their taste inspiring it under the cut

Serif: Patience, Perseverance

really, Serif just likes people who aren’t in a rush, and will keep figuring out a way forward at their own pace for the things that matter... but are more than willing to take time to appreciate the little things. Despite her laidback attitude, she has a tendency to push herself too hard and never lets people in on it - someone who can see that, and can remind her that things take time, and to take time herself... but still value her work? That means a lot, and she needs that.

Vellum: Bravery, Integrity

Vellum’s more than happy to be your lady knight in stylish armor, but she also really likes it when someone is willing to stand by what they believe in, even if it’s just in small, quiet ways; and if they’re willing to face the scary things to help someone or tackle their own problems, well, she’s inspired and starry eyed and’ll be right there to help you forge onwards!

Sapphire: Perseverance, Kindness

Bright and witty and full of adventure as she is, Sapphire’s also a surprisingly straightforward person in a lot of ways. Just... be compassionate, try your best, and she just knows you’re her kinda person, one way or another. She’s highly functioning and gets so much done but deep down... she’s hard on herself, really hard, and fights a lot of dark thoughts. Someone warm and kind, who keeps trying... well, she can’t help but adore that.

Amber: Patience, Justice

Not unlike Serif, Amber really likes someone who can appreciate the little things in life - but she’s also got a streak of her own that truly earns how cool Sapphire always says she is. She stands up for the little guy, no matter what, and doesn’t care much about credit for it - but seeing someone else who gets that fire to make sure someone isn’t buried under the bullshit... well, she really, really likes that, too.

Crimson: Kindness, Justice

Crimson has been through too much shit in life. She’s got a big personality, and talks a big game - hell, can walk it, too. But underneath all that is a woman that’s had to hurt, and kill, and do terrible things to ensure her and her sister’s survival, has given up so much to make it this far. She’s a fighter out of necessity, and out of a need to make sure her family - real and found alike - aren’t done wrong. But... underneath it all, she craves softness, compassion, someone who can look at the world, look at her, and see the hope and love there... even with a corrupted soul as scarred as her own.

Scarlet: Determination, Perseverance

She may have an ego, but nothing in life was just... given to her. She’s had to work her coccyx off for everything she achieved, hell, just to make sure the food her sister managed to scrounge up when they were younger was... edible. Eventually. As such, she values that kind of drive, both immediate and over time, and seeing it in someone else - even if not as in, shall we say, as passionate a way as she displays it - inspires her and makes her feel... seen. Appreciated. Understood.

Pepper: Integrity, Bravery

Pepper’s played dirty in life because she’s had to. She doesn’t like it, but she also was never fool enough to think she had the luxury of playing by a civil rulebook that had been burned long before she came around; still, where she can, she does right, fights... some kind of fair, and is too observant to not ease up when the situation allows, no matter how competitive she is. For her, someone willing to jump into action sure lights her soul on fire, but so does someone who has their own code and stands by it. That... that earns her respect, when done right, and that’s not an easy thing to do. Especially when that sense of integrity understands that the world isn’t black and white, and has adapted and yet still stands strong.

Cinnamon: Perseverance, Determination

Cinnamon’s one of the hardest to pin; of all the girls, she’s probably the least preferential, because she deeply appreciates all the soul traits. Kindness, Justice are such close seconds... Still... by the thinnest margin, if pressed, these two come out on top. While her sister clawed her way up the ranks and earned every title, Cinnamon did the dirty work, gave her the foothold to make it into the guard, was judge... jury, and executioner. A true jack of all trades, she does what needs to be done - even though she’s more of an artist, a lowkey storytelling nerd, and for as badass as she is, as many times as you’ll find her elbow-deep in a car engine, any found family story gets her tearing up and tugging you that little bit closer. Someone who gets that you just have to keep going, no matter what, well... it’s a kindred spirit thing, just a bit.

Blade: Kindness, Patience

Blade just... wants peace. For her, for her sister - for her weird, but admittedly treasured, found family amongst the lilytale crew. You’d have to turn her to dust before she’d willingly let anyone drag her and her sister back to their original timeline... But as much as she would do, has done, anything to ensure survival - she just wants someone who... isn’t going to judge. Isn’t going to push, and can maybe, just maybe... look at her with compassion and... acceptance. True acceptance, and a willingness to take time to just... be. To live.

Twist: Justice, Determination

Though the biggest (literally, the biggest) softie, Twist has a fiery streak in her that takes care of business. She wasn’t helpless in the Underground - her hands are effectively as dirty as Blade’s, in fact. But... thanks to Blade, too, her spirit remained intact. She’s feisty, won’t give up on life - or on others. Someone who takes a stand for what’s right, who’ll fire up and do something incredible when it needs to be done - well, even if it’s the smaller things in life, Twist recognizes it for what it is, and she can’t help but admire that.

Glyph: Bravery, Patience

Adventure and an appreciation for... just... living life. That’s what Glyph’s all about. Again, it can be smaller things - in fact, with her, it is. Part of her traveling isn’t just to see the great, big-name sights; it’s the little moments, like pulling over on the side of a long stretch of road to stretch and hearing the sounds of a local fair in the distance, lighting up a little patch of horizon, and deciding to check it out... or taking a nap under a tree only to wake up under the rising stars, and singing a wordless song as a breeze draws you closer for that little bit of extra warmth. She doesn’t have a goal - but she’s always drawn to someone who’s willing to take the plunge into the unknown, and to take their time exploring it once they’re there.

Alpha: Justice, Kindness

Much like her male alternate, Q, Alpha’s got a strong draw to those who’ve got a justice inclination, someone who’ll right wrongs even if it’s by questionable means. No but really - she’s inspired, and... well, she’s an AI; she’s got the entire breadth of the internet at her mental beck and call. She knows what people are capable of - a sense of justice is... incredible, but perhaps just as much is kindness. Someone who won’t be harsh, who’ll look at someone with understand and just... give them a chance. Someone who knows there’s water in that glass, dammit, measuring be damned - that just... brings a smile to her face, and perhaps just a bit warmer of a glimmer to her digital eyelights.

#night answers #lilytale asks #about the lilytale crew #again this is loose! heh #'s'why i couldn't help but explain a bit beyond the traits themselves #someone please give these ladies a hug #stars know they need it #and some gd rest and relaxation TvT #Anonymous

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lets-talk-appella · 6 years ago

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Accidents Happen

Bechloe Week - Accidental Kiss

AO3 and FFN

Summary: A different (read: better) version of the events at Beca’s freshman year activities fair.

Word count: 2k

Beca Mitchell is not happy. There are three things contributing to this.

First, there are people everywhere. She hates people. Some guy is even wandering around in a Speedo, which, why is that allowed? No thanks. Stay away.

Second, her dad seems to think it’s okay to just burst into her dorm room, so that’s awesome. What is that even about? Like, personal space much? Especially when it was all his idea for her to be there in the first place. The least he can do is respect her privacy.

Third, and perhaps the largest source of her unhappiness, is the fact she’s even on this stupid campus in the first place. She should be out in LA this very moment, apartment hunting or setting up connections with music producers. She should be working on her career, on her life, instead of stuck at this ridiculous, overcrowded, and super lame activities fair.

Come on. It’s college, not middle school, so why is this even a thing? Don’t people have to study? Who could possibly have time to run in a circle all day? And for God’s sake, why would anyone voluntarily join a Triathlon club? Utter madness.

She scans the booths surrounding her with disinterest, keeping an eye out for anything that might be even remotely music-related. Despite her displeasure at being there, she might as well suck it up and try to find something, anything, that could help boost her cred in LA next year. Because there’s no way she’s staying in Barden past her first year. She’s absolutely certain of that.

She’s not expecting to find much in terms of music-related clubs on the relatively small campus. She’s not even sure if Barden has a band of any kind. Though, she kind of thinks she may have read a blurb about a couple of competitive show choirs or something in the Barden Buzz (dumb name) campus newsletter her dad had forced into her hand.

So yeah. She’s not expecting much at all.

But then, her eyes land on a large green banner proudly displaying ‘DJs’ and her footsteps stutter in surprise. Okay. It’s not ideal, but she can manage with a DJ club. If nothing else, it would at least get her some time at a soundboard and possibly some money if she can do gigs at local bars for the year.

She glances down at the guys running the booth. Even from a distance, she thinks they look out of place, not like what a DJ should be, but whatever. Again, small campus.

Gritting her teeth and forcing herself to just go for it, she moves toward the DJ club table.

Chloe Beale is totally panicking. This is insane. She’s not sure where her best friend went, because this uptight, stressed, and strangely nauseated Aubrey Posen next to her is completely different from the kind and stable one she’d last seen before their summer break. She knows what’s behind it, of course. Puke-gate had been a major topic of conversation in the a capella world for the past four months, and she knows Aubrey hates herself for it.

And now, Aubrey is a woman possessed. Her obsession with recruiting new Bellas with bikini-ready bodies seems a bit much. Sure, maybe past Bellas had been appealing to both the ears and the eyes, but at this point, Chloe would take anyone who can sing. The Bellas are in serious trouble and they can’t afford to be so nit-picky. As long as they have good singers, she’ll be happy.

The problem is, no one’s stopping to talk to them. She’s not sure if it’s because of the puke incident or the reputation given to the Bellas by their previous leader, but everyone seems to hate them. Chloe’s not used to being hated. She doesn’t know what to do about it.

Except, she has to do something soon or the Bellas will be over. That’s unacceptable. She met Aubrey through the Bellas and making music is her favorite thing on Earth. The Bellas can’t be finished. They need one more chance to win at Nationals to redeem themselves.

She just needs to hand out more flyers, that’s all. Someone will join.

When the girl who calls herself Fat Amy stops by to demonstrate her singing, Chloe allows herself to feel the first fluttering of hope. Okay. They got one person to informally audition, and she’s a decent singer. They only need seven more. Great. Easy. Simple. Not a problem.

Chloe’s panicking again.

That’s when something draws her attention to a petite brunette walking away from the Deaf Jews booth, a small frown on her face. Chloe’s heart thuds and her breath catches. She immediately registers three things about this girl.

First, she’s absolutely stunning, all casual style, dark eyeliner, and tons of ear piercings. Also, boobs. She’s certainly turned a few heads, both male and female, but doesn’t seem to have noticed any of them.

Second, Chloe immediately picks up on the girl’s closed expression and standoffish body language and she wants nothing more than to meet the girl underneath all that. She’s sure there’s a big softie hidden under there. Now, just to get to her. Chloe’s always loved a challenge.

Third, and Chloe can’t explain how she knows it, but she can already tell that this girl is going to mean something to her. This girl is important.

Unfortunately, her focus on the mystery girl makes her forget the flyers in her hands. It’s a breezy day, and in the instant it takes for her to relax her grip, the wind snatches away the papers, playing with them and sending them cascading down. Her attention breaks from the girl in time to see the dozens of white papers scatter on the ground around her and Aubrey.

With a groan and an apology toward the waspish woman in her best friend’s skin, Chloe kneels to collect the flyers from the ground.

If Beca was unhappy before, it’s nothing compared to the irritation she feels now. Deaf Jews. Honestly. They could have advertised that a little better. Or did their being deaf mean they had no sense of banner design? Somehow, she doesn’t think so.

The only good thing that had come from it was running into the amusing blonde with an Australian accent. Beca doubts she’ll ever see her again, but at least she’d gotten a laugh out of their brief interaction. That had been nice, despite her current annoyance.

Does this campus not have any other music clubs? God. If not, she has no idea how she’s going to survive the year. If all she has to look forward to is a rude roommate and meaningless coursework (Philosophy? Really?), she isn’t sure she can keep her promise to stay an entire year.

She looks around the activities fair, craning her neck and not watching where she’s going as she tries to spot literally any music-related banner. There had to be something. Anything. There just had to be.

She’s not looking where she’s walking, so she’s quite startled to hear a sharp, bossy sort of voice yell right in her ear.

“Hey! Look out for –”

But it’s too late; she whips her head around at the sound, only to get a flash of something red and blue and much too close to her before –

Chloe gathers the papers as quickly as she can, annoyed at herself. She can’t believe she allowed some random girl to distract her so badly. Aubrey is going to chew her out for sure. Worse than that, who knows how many potentially good singers had walked by while she had basically groveled on the ground, collecting the pieces of her life.

She finally scoops up the last errant flyer, giving it a firm shake so it knows what it’s done. She’s unaware of her surroundings as she shoves the paper back in place with the rest of her stack. As a result, Aubrey’s sharp voice startles her. Automatically, she straightens (only a figure of speech) to stand, her brain barely registering a whirl of chocolate-colored hair, pale skin, and wide navy eyes before –

They smash into each other, Chloe rising to meet Beca’s advance, the timing, proximity, and height just right for their lips to collide in a completely accidental kiss.

Beca jerks back almost immediately, heat rushing to her face in embarrassment. Did that really happen? Her mind reels, scrambled, trying to catch up. Did she just smash mouths with a total stranger?

Did she and the beautiful redhead in front of her kiss? And did she just think the word ‘beautiful?’

Chloe doesn’t move. She feels as if she’s rooted to the ground in shock. It had been like something out of a cliché TV show. She had definitely just kissed the captivating brunette from earlier entirely by accident.

And it had been kind of thrilling, despite how briefly their lips had been in contact.

A strangled gasp forces its way from Beca’s mouth, a hurried and automatic, “I’m so sorry!”

The redhead doesn’t reply. She stares at Beca, her eyes a little unfocused. It’s unsettling. Beca wonders if perhaps she’d given the girl a concussion.

“Uh.” The quiet sound of confusion tears Beca’s eyes away from the girl she’d just locked lips with to instead focus on her blonde companion, the one who’d tried telling her to look out. She seems as shocked as Beca feels, which is totally unfair because excuse me, she’s the one who kissed a complete stranger.

Beca turns back to stare at the redhead in front of her. A smile spreads over the girl’s face, which confuses Beca even more. Surely, she’s about to be yelled at for not watching where she was going, or maybe even accused of sexual harassment. But no, this girl actually looks like she’s… okay with what happened. Like she thinks the kiss was fine.

Then the girl reaches out. Beca flinches, certain she’s about to be shoved away or possibly slapped across the face, but instead, she feels a piece of paper nudge her hand.

“Here,” the redhead says simply. “Take this.”

As if on autopilot, Beca grabs the flyer without even glancing down at it. She really, really wants to leave. She’d made a fool of herself. Even if the girl doesn’t seem upset at all. Even if she’d had amazingly soft lips.

The brunette takes the flyer, making Chloe’s chest inflate with a balloon of happiness. She’s not sure why she’d offered a flyer, but she had. It just felt right.

It felt as right as those lips brushing against hers.

Flyer in hand, Beca turns to leave without another word. The redhead looks completely ecstatic that she’d taken it, her smile widening and her expression turning intense. She definitely glanced down at Beca’s lips.

What a weirdo, thinks Beca as she walks away. She had kissed a total weirdo by accident at the lamest activities fair of all time.

She wants to see her again.

Beca looks down at the flyer in her hand, noting the logo for something called the Barden Bellas. Apparently, it’s an all-female a capella group. That’s pretty lame. But then again, it is technically music. Auditions are in a couple of weeks. Huh.

The redhead will almost certainly be there.

Maybe Barden isn’t all bad.

#bechloe week #bechloe #my writing #bechloe fanfiction #beca x chloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #kind of rushed but whatever #pitch perfect #bechloe week day one

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heartslogos · 7 years ago

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newfragile yellows [290]

“What the goddamn fuck have you gotten me into?” Ellana breathes, staring in horror at the large familiar green rip in the sky.

Her hands are tight on Lanval’s reigns, she can hear his loud breathing as they both stare at the rift.

The Wolf is a black massive shadow over them both with his many eyes red and bright and focused on the sky, “We’re too late.”

“What the fuck is that?” Ellana repeats, panic rising in her voice because she can sense something powerful. Something terrible. It feels wrong. It feels dangerous. It feels unnatural and not of this world in all the ways that are not meant to exist.

“Whatever it was before, it is not what it is now,” the Wolf replies, “Ellana Lavellan, you must go to it and see what can be done. If that tear is left intended it will grow and it will destroy this world and all who are on it without hope or chance or possibility of recovery. Go.”

Ellana is moving before her brain can even process the words, Lanval - brave, clever, and loyal Lanval - gets himself together under her and continues the steep and dangerous path up towards the mountain in the direction of the tear, the boom of it still echoing in their ears.

She hopes that wherever the Chargers are now that they’re alright and that this is a localized phenomenon.

“Explain to me what I’m going into,” Ellana says as the Wolf seems to glide along side her, “What is that? Why does it have the mark of your magic?”

Like the staff on her back, like the many objects he’s had her seek out and activate, like the several artifacts he’s had her find and check on over the past several years.

All the gods have their artifacts and shrines and rituals, but Ellana doesn’t think she’s ever heard of anyone mentioning a bomb.

Ellana glances up at it and she can see dark shapes swirling about it, like smoke and Ellana feels a familiar slide down the back fo her spine, over her arms.

“Is that the Fade?” Ellana whispers.

“It was I who made the Veil,” The Wolf says, “When we decided to leave this realm to you mortals we each had our roles. June made our palaces in the Fade, Falon’din found us our path, Dirthamen hid our tracks, I created the barrier between. And I am the one charged with making sure it holds and keeps us separated.”

“Those artifacts, those spheres - they measured the Veil? And what was that? There? That explosion?”

“I know not,” The Wolf replies, “Ride. If it is still there - it cannot be left alone.”

“Fuck,” Ellana hisses, for lack of anything better to say, “Fuck.”

Ellana stirs as the Iron Bull wakes up next to her. She doesn’t hear the sounds of the others around them so it can’t be time to get ready yet.

“Go back to sleep, gonna piss,” The Iron Bull says. And then he kisses her cheek.

Ellana hums, about to drift off again, but then she’s wide awake and her eyes are wide and open.

The Iron Bull is sort of…just frozen still above her, and she can really only see parts of his neck and shoulder because he kissed her cheek and then froze in place.

“Shit,” The Iron Bull says, “Sorry. Habit.”

And then he tries to leave but Ellana quickly reaches out and snags his wrist, closing her fingers around him hard.

“Oh no,” Ellana says, “You don’t run from me. I’m a wolf, remember? You don’t run from wolves.”

“I won’t do it again,” The Iron Bull says, and Ellana is so incredibly stunned that she can’t tell if she’s imagining the panic in his voice or not. “That was…Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I mean - fuck. Fuck.”

Ellana sits up looks him in the eye.

“That was not a habit,” Ellana says. Because the Iron Bull doesn’t just kiss people like that. Not thoughtlessly, not gently, not so…simply.

The Iron Bull kisses people he’s having sex with and he kisses with intent to do something.

Sometimes he’ll even kiss people to annoy them or because it’s a light hearted thing to do.

He’s kissed Dalish on the cheek once or twice after swooping her up into a hug when she does something particularly ingenious. She’s seen him kiss Krem on the cheek in a very obnoxious way that always makes Krem groan and rub his cheek with his wrist and complain about the Iron Bull being a giant softy.

But he doesn’t kiss people the way he just kissed her.

“And you aren’t sorry,” Ellana says. Both of them have the kind of eyesight that lets them see in low light, but Ellana’s is a little better than his and she can see in very good detail the expression he’s making.

“Yes, I am. I didn’t ask and you never said yes,” The Iron Bull says.

“Ask me then.”

“No. I can’t.”

“You can’t?” Ellana’s eyebrows raise.

“I…shouldn’t,” The Iron Bull rephrases. Grudgingly. “Wolf, drop it.”

He pulls his wrist but Ellana does not let go.

“Order me to and I will,” Ellana challenges, tilting her chin up defiantly. Because…

Because she wants to know why this feels like such a big deal. Because she wants to know why the Iron Bull kissed her so perfectly plainly. She wants to know why she wants him to do it again and again and again in little moments like that where he’s leaving his - their - bed in the middle of the night to go pee.

Because she knows exactly why and she thinks that she’s known for a while now.

“I shouldn’t, Wolf,” The Iron Bull says, “Lavellan. I won’t do it again.”

“Won’t? Or shouldn’t? Why won’t you kiss me again?”

The Iron Bull’s jaw is clenched and he looks away, he turns his eye away from her. She is not a problem that will go away if removed from sight. He’s often said that to her.

“I want you to kiss me again,” Ellana says softly.

The Iron Bull turns back to look at her, eye piercing deep into her and she feels the rise of the unnamed texture of him coming to the surface. Smooth and rough and warm like sand. Like leather, but fresher. Sleeker. Alive.

“Not…the way you’re thinking,” Ellana says slowly. “But like just now.”

Like it was nothing, but actually everything.

“I can’t do that, Ellana,” The Iron Bull says, and his voice is very low and very soft. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you haven’t said yes, and you won’t say yes.”

“Ask me and find out.”

“You would be saying yes without knowing all the facts. That - for this - with you - I can’t accept that yes.”

“Then give me the facts.”

The Iron Bull falls silent and this time she lets him pull his wrist away. That unnamed texture is just underneath his skin, ready. Ellana wants to run her nail down the center of his chest and cut it open and free.

“I’ll come back,” He says. “I know not to run from wolves.”

Ellana doesn’t say anything, and he slowly turns around and leaves the tent. She listens to him walking away, over packed dirt and then through grass and then gone. And then she listens to him come back.

His eye holds hers as he sits next to her, across from her, not on their bedding any more but on the ground.

“I cannot ask you if you’d consent to me kissing or touching you like that because it wouldn’t be fair to you. You’d say yes to that kind of soft intimacy because you want it from me, but you don’t know who I am. What I’ve done, what I do. And I - I can’t let you say yes without knowing that.”

“And who are you?”

“I am an agent of the Qun, a spy,” The Iron Bull says. “I do not have a name, the Iron Bull is just a cover I chose when I came here, and the Chargers are also a cover for the information I gather and the missions I complete.”

“Oh.” Ellana blinks. Stunned. And then. Not stunned. “Alright.” She nods. “Now ask me.”

And that texture that had been hiding underneath all that fake and not so fake disguise of a light-hearted fool (because the Iron Bull is most definitely a fool, but not in the way he pretends to be) fully rises to the surface and Ellana can see it clearly. And she can understand its familiarity. It does not change the shape of him in her eyes, it just makes things make more sense.

“You’re not surprised.”

“Oh, I’m very surprised,” Ellana replies.

“You don’t look it.”

“And you don’t look like a spy, so what’s your point?” Ellana retorts. “Ask me, now that I know.”

The Iron Bull frowns, “I actively gather current intelligence and assist the Qun in infiltrating the south.”

Oh. He’s very serious about this.

“Do you think,” Ellana says very slowly, “That the Dalish survived this long because we’re very good at playing nice with nature? The Qun doesn’t have a monopoly on spies.”

And then, very quickly -

“I am not one, mind you, but I was considering it for a while and I became a bit bored with the training. But the network exists and I’ve occasionally assisted them in their tasks. I’ve also, occasionally, given them tasks.” Ellana would not be surprised that Dalish, herself, was once part of the network, actually.

That would explain why Mahanon seems to know everything about Ellana’s life with the Chargers despite her infrequent letters back.

The Iron Bull’s expression hasn’t changed but she has a distinct impression that he’s pleased and deeply intrigued.

“Hidden depths, Wolf,” He says lowly.

“Ask me,” Ellana repeats.

“Ellana Lavellan, do I have your permission to kiss you and shit?” the Iron Bull asks.

“Yes,” Ellana answers immediately. “Now get back under here so we can go to sleep.”

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth

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i-know-you-can · 7 years ago

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Domesticity - Chapter 11 - Family Day Out

Summary: A series of overly sappy and fluffy domestic one shots set a couple of years after season 1. Canon compliant until the end of season 1, if the alternative ending with Jughead moving in with the Coopers actually happened.

AKA Betty and Jughead stood the test of time and now they’re starting a new chapter of their life

Rated: T

Chapters: 11/?

A/N: While you may say it’s not Christmas anymore, the Jones family still enjoys some post-Christmas winter activities. I hope you enjoy reading about them :)

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While the Jones family spent the Christmas Day lounging inside, watching Christmas movies and stuffing themselves with cookies the day after that Betty and Jughead decide it's time to get out of the apartment and show Jellybean and FP a bit of New York in its Christmas glory. After all, it's also their first time spending the holidays there, not having traveled to Riverdale this time and it would be a shame to spend the time inside.

That's how on the afternoon of December 26th the four of them find themselves on their way to the LeFrak Center at Lakeside, hoping for some fun family time before both FP and Jellybean have to head home the following day.

“Oh, I can't wait to put on the ice skates again. It's been years and I might be a little rusty, but I bet it's still just as much fun.” Betty is practically skipping next to Jughead, swinging their intertwined hands. While it's not technically Christmas anymore, the excitement still hasn't worn off.

“Well I can't wait to buy a hot dog and some nice hot tea to keep me warm as I watch you from a safe distance.”

“No, no, no.” Betty shakes her head as the soft waves peeking out from beneath her hat bounce around her face. “There is no way you're sitting this out, Jones. We voted and you lost. So you have to participate,” she reminds him. “Maybe if you had picked something better, we would've gone there.”

“How was I supposed to know none of you wanted to go to the Museum of food and drink? At least it's warm there,” he mutters and pulls his beanie tighter over his ears. While he doesn't have the need to wear it on everyday basis anymore, it's still useful at protecting him from the cold and after a bad case of laryngitis last winter, Betty made him a matching scarf to go along with it. Complete with tiny embroidered crowns along the bottom. But not even the thought of his then fiancée lovingly making a gift for him is enough to keep him as warm as he would be if they had went to the museum. “Besides I don't even really know how to skate.”

“C'mon, Jug, I'll teach you. It's gonna be fun,” she says, the excitement in her voice not wavering one bit.

“Well what if I fall and someone slashes my wrist with one of their blades? You're too young to be a widow,” he protests, the scene already playing in front of his eyes. His lifeless body lying on the blood covered ice as Betty cries over him, wishing she supported his choice to go to the museum, if only to save his life.

The gruesome image quickly fades away when he hears his wife's soft giggles. She clearly isn't imagining the same scene in her head. “I think the possibility of that is so small it's not even worth worrying about.”

“But you do agree it's possible.” Betty rolls her eyes but laughs and squeezes his hand a little tighter, as if to say “Don't worry, I won't let you die.”

“Are you ever not trying to be a killjoy?” JB interjects, no longer able to listen to Jughead's complaints without saying anything. Despite communicating with her brother mainly through texts and phone calls, she’s noticed numerous times that he has the tendency to deliberately see the glass half empty. Not that it’s much of a surprise given their rough upbringing. Just one of the reasons she finds his relationship with Betty strange, yet oddly perfect.

“Umm... that's kinda my style,” Jughead tries to defend himself. “Brooding, negative, heart of stone...”

“You cried at your wedding. Any style you think you have is gone,” she says and Betty tries to stifle her giggles, failing miserably. She shoots her husband an apologetic glance, but finds herself agreeing with Jellybean. Despite what he tries to portray himself as, on the inside Jughead is a big softie.

“Shut up, Forsythia.” Jughead retorts and she shoots him a death glare for using her real name. “I could hear you sniffling all the way to the altar. Besides, why should the bride be allowed to cry and not the groom? I was marrying the love of my life as well.”

“C'mon, Jelly, leave your brother alone,” FP interrupts them and takes his daughter's arm to get her to walk next to him. “No need to let him know he's not as cool as he thinks.”

Jughead opens his mouth to say something, but promptly closes it when Betty tugs on his hand, urging him to stop. “You're cool enough for me.” She smiles and stands on her toes to press a warm kiss to his cheek, Jughead’s face instantly lighting up.

“JB and your dad seem to be getting along nicely,” Betty says after a moment of silence.

“Yeah. I wasn't the only one who managed to get closer to him when he was behind bars than when we lived together.” When his father was arrested for Jason's murder Jughead was devastated. Especially since even upon finding out that he wasn't guilty of such a heinous crime, he would still have to serve time. However, as ironic as it sounds, it was the best thing that could've happened to FP. Spending almost three years in prison not only helped him sober up but also aided in reconnecting with his kids. “With dad finding the occasional construction job in Toledo, my mom hasn't exactly been able to keep them apart. It all seems to work out.”

“JB told me she's applying to several colleges here in New York. Maybe in a few months there won't be anything to keep you two apart either.” Betty's tone is hopeful, but while Jughead knows all about his sister's intentions, he doesn't want to get his hopes up too much. He's sure Jellybean is smart enough to get into any school she wants, but he worries she may not be as lucky at getting a full scholarship as he was, causing her to have to pick a school that's less than what she deserves.

“I hope so.” He sighs, but smiles, wrapping his arm around Betty's shoulder and pulling her closer to his side. “Then I would have all my favorite people here with me.”

While going skating together was meant to be a group activity, once they arrive and get their skates they go their separate ways. FP quickly skates away from them, reliving the short period of time back in high school when he was a part of the Riverdale ice-hockey team while JB stays closer to the side, brushing off her skills and warming up.

“I don't think this is a good idea at all,” Jughead says as he steps on the ice, his legs immediately feeling like they’re made of jello as they wobble underneath him. It's not his first attempt at ice-skating, but even his ten year old self who was a lot more confident and fearless when trying to learn this skill wasn't able to successfully tackle it in that one afternoon FP had to teach him.

“Don't worry, Juggie, it's a lot less difficult than it feels right now. With my help you'll be skating like a pro in no time.” Betty gives him a wide smile full of encouragement and while Jughead appreciates her enthusiasm and unwavering belief in him, he's more than aware of his limited abilities.

“All I ask for is for you to help me not break my neck. I think it would make eating difficult,” he jokes, trying to mask his worries with humor even though Betty can see right through him. She always can. So she takes his hands into hers, giving him one more reassuring smile and slowly starts pulling him forwards, trying to get him used to the feel of the skates sliding over the ice. Her own legs are a bit shaky at first, but after a few seconds she feels like she’s thirteen again, making her way through Riverdale’s ice rink with confidence.

“I promise I won't let you...” before she has a chance to finish her sentence, Jughead's leg slips from underneath him and he comes tumbling down, pulling Betty on top of him in the process. “Are you okay?” she asks with a groan, lifting her head from his chest slowly. Maybe it's not as easy as she imagined after all. “Juggie!” she shrieks out in alarm when he doesn't respond, his eyes closed, his body lying still. “Jug…”

“You know, you shouldn't make a promise you can't keep.” He grins up at her and Betty breathes a sigh of relief. The few seconds of Jughead's silence terrifying her more than she's been in years.

“You scared me!” Betty hits his chest, not sure if he could even feel it through all the layers but trying anyway. “Don't ever do that again. It's not funny.”

“I told you something like this could happen. And you didn’t believe me,” he teases.

“That's not something to joke about.” Her lower lip starts to wobble and Jughead instantly regrets his prank when he sees the tears gathering in her eyes.

“I'm sorry, Betts. I was just being stupid. Come here,” he says and pulls her closer to him, peppering her face with tiny kisses until a small smile appears on her lips again, before he presses a more heated kiss to her mouth.

“Oh, c'mon, lovebirds. There are kids around,” JB's voice brings them back to reality as she skates towards them and they quickly pull apart, or at least as apart as they can get with Betty still straddling Jughead and trapping him against the ice. “They don't need to know where they came from,” she continues with a teasing smirk but holds out her hand to Betty to help her up before they both haul Jughead back up on his feet. “Maybe try to stay closer the boards,” she says to Jughead before skating away.

“She... may have a point,” Jughead admits reluctantly as he attempts to stay on his feet with Betty's help without bringing her down with him again.

“Okay, maybe I didn't make you a pro, but we did manage to do one lap without you toppling over or having to hold onto anything but my hand.”

“I hate that that's considered a success,” Jughead mumbles with his mouth full. After two hours and several falls he finally gets to enjoy the hot dog and tea he's been looking forward to the whole time.

“Oh, Juggie, there is no shame in not being able to pick it up quickly. Most people learn it when they're kids. It's more difficult when you're older,” Betty tries to console him as she rubs his cheek with her thumb.

“Yeah, Jug, don't be a sore loser. Some people, like you, just suck at these things,” Jellybean teases him with a smirk. “We can't all be smart and good at sports, right Betty?”

“She's got a point, you know? You have a beautiful smart head on your shoulders, but you absolutely suck at sports.” Betty laughs as she remembers all those times Jughead tried to participate in any sport at school, failing miserably. She’s actually surprised he never broke his neck or any bones for that matter. “But that’s okay,” she adds reassuringly.

“Oh, no, no, no!” Jughead shakes his head, looking Jellybean straight into the eyes as if daring her to challenge him. “Don't even try to pull my wife on your evil mean side. We're a team, aren't we Betts?”

“Well...” Betty giggles and pretends to hesitate.

“Look at me, babe,” he says, taking Betty’s hand into his. “One day, I'll give you beautiful babies. With blue eyes and dark hair. Or green eyes and blonde hair. Maybe one of each. Because I love you and we have each other's backs. Especially against bullies like that girl over there calling herself my sister.” He sends the raven haired girl a glare that she reciprocates by giving him the finger.

“Ah,” Betty lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I'm sorry, Jelly. Jug is right. He's my one and only so I'll always take his side.” She smiles up at him and presses a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, his lips turning upwards in a triumphant smile.

“I'm glad there was no hesitation there.” He chuckles and sticks his tongue out at his sister in a childish gesture before diving back into his hotdog.

“What are you kids jabbering about again?” FP asks as he joins them at the table, carrying a cup of tea for himself and a hot chocolate for Jellybean. “I feel left out.”

“Jughead is using the power of his penis to get Betty on his side even though I'm right,” Jellybean explains and Jughead almost chokes on his hotdog while Betty buries her face in her hands to hide her blush. Jughead might be lacking skills In the sport department, but Jellybean definitely lacks a filter.

“Forget I asked.” FP says quickly, hoping to stop his daughter from revealing anything more about their strange sounding conversation. “I think I'd rather not know what you're talking about.”

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