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drugs-and-daddyissues · 4 months ago

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 Your best friend, Johnny, finds out about all the dirty little fantasies you've been having about him. Not only does he make you confess every single one, but he makes them a reality.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 pulling panties off with teeth, P in V sex, panty stealing (kinda), couch sex, romantic sex, slightly drunk sex? reader is a bit tipsy, friends to lovers, unprotected sex (WARNING: THIS IS DONE BY PROFESSIONALS DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME), creampie

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f!reader

You were at your best friend's, Johnny's, house, just drinking, eating dinner, catching up on life. Somehow, the topic of conversation turned towards dating endeavors.

"Oh, I've sworn it off. Even hookups, though I wouldn't mind a dick appointment from you." You teased him, biting your lip, giving him a sultry look, before taking another sip of your wine. Jesus, what were you even doing? The rush of alcohol in your system making your brain fuzzy, incoherent to rational thought.

"What?" He choked on his wine, leveling himself.

But your stupid brain still wouldn't take the hint that maybe you shouldn't keep talking. "Mhm. It's shameful.. The things I think about when I'm alone.." You whispered, running your finger tips up your thigh. You wore a satin blue dress that went to your midthigh, a soft floral pattern along the chest.

He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the way you were talking without any filter. "Do tell me, dear, what do you think about me doing to you?" He asked, eyes hungry as he stood up. "Hm?"

"Mmm.. Well.. I imagine you laying me down.. Us making out for a bit until I'm practically squirming underneath you.. Then you'd lift up my dress, pull my panties off, and fuck me like I'm more than a friend to you." You admitted, standing up as well with a slight wobble.

He walked you back, pushing you to lay down on the couch. He was quickly on top of you, arm around your waist, the other tangled in your hair, cradling the back of your head. "Is that so? Would you say you want me now, sunshine?" He asked, training open mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck.

"Yes." You croaked out, caught off guard by the feeling of his lips on your neck, feeling his warm breath on your skin.

"Your know there's no going back from this, yeah? If I fuck you, we're not just friends anymore. Friends don't do this type of shit. You're mine, and I don't share, got it?" He whispered, before crashing his lips onto yours. Soft, yet powerful, hungry.

You let out a soft sound of approval as you savored his lips, your arms wrapping around him, holding him like a lover.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, grinding against your thigh. "None of those bastards you brought around were ever worth your time." He sounded almost jealous.

"I never thought...I'd have a chance with you." You whispered back between kisses, him occasionally cutting you off with desperation and a need to claim you.

"God, I knew you were naive, sweet girl, but I didn't think you were mad. Everytime I see you, my heart stops. Everytime I see you in the sunshine, the light bouncing off your features, I think, 'This is heaven. God is a woman, and I've just seen her.'" He whispered, holding you closer, pouring his affection into your every pore.

You tried to grind back against him, but he just put a flat palm against your pubic bone, pinning you down.

"Don't tease tonight, J.. Let me feel you." You whispered, kissing him with your eyes open, peering into the dark brown windows of his soul.

"Okay.. Okay. Whatever you want, princess." He whispered, trailing kisses down, over your dress, feeling the smooth satin against his lips, before his face was hovering over your sex.

He pushed your dress up over your hips, before leaving kisses along your clothed pussy. But you begged him not to tease, so he used his teeth the grab the fabric of your underwear, pulling down the black lace. "God, she's gorgeous. Look at that.." He praised, referring to your cunt, rubbing a thumb over your clit, seeing how you'd respond to him.

He pocketed your panties before kicking off his jeans and boxers. You looked like you would go crazy if he wasn't inside you in the next 5 minutes, your whole body filled with need. "Shhhh, I know. Just let me-" He cut himself off, grabbing his wallet off the end table, pulling out a small foil package.

"Johnny. Not now, please. I need to feel you." You begged, your hands extended, wanting to pull him closer.

He stopped for a moment, not expecting you to make that request, but God, the thought of being skin to skin with you like that.. It drove him crazy. You were begging for the most intimate thing, no barriers between the two of you. "Yeah? You sure, baby?" He asked, putting the condom and his wallet back on the table.

He leaned over you, closer to your body. "Absolutely." You whispered, a softer intimacy present in your voice as you put a gentle hand on his jawline, fingertips touching his skin.

He took in a shaky breath, before straightening himself back up, spitting in his hand before he stroked his painfully hard cock. It was thick, with a pretty pink tip. He shifted over you again, rubbing against your folds, before pushing in, feeling the way your cunt stretched around him. "God, baby.." He rasped, feeling you raw.

"Deeper, Johnny, please!" You whined, hands finding and caressing his body.

"Yeah? You want deep?" He asked fully bottoming out inside you, making you gasp and moan. "I want you to be loud, sweetheart. Let me know how good my cock is making you feel." He whispered, rocking his hips inside you.

You let out a soft moan as he leaned down to kiss you. You tangled one hand in his hair, the other resting on his cheek. You were having sex, but it was so much more than that. It was a confession, a sharing of vulnerability, a moment of becoming one with each other.

He started off slowly, testing the waters, before he found a rhythm that had you crying out.

"Yes! Oh fuck!" You moaned, almost screaming out as you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him deep inside you.

The sounds you made, the way you were wrapped around him, it was driving him wild. He picked up the pace, his lips finding your neck, leaving kisses and bites in their wake, his head swimming with the feeling of all of you. "You like that, baby? Is this what you wanted? This what you've been thinking about this whole damn time?" He asked, panting, slightly breathless as he mercilessly thrusted inside you.

You nodded, mouth open in a loud moan, with that cock drunk expression on your face. The pressure was quickly building up in your stomach, pleasure flooding your body, like a dam about to break through.

"Good girl." he murmured, his breath ragged. "Just let go, baby. I wanna hear you. I wanna make you feel good." He moved his lips to your ear, his teeth gently biting down on the lobe between words, "You look so amazing like this, all mine."

"Johnny, I'm so close!" You cried out, head leaned back against the couch.

He wrapped an arm around your body, holding you close, drinking up your sounds. "I wanna feel you let go. Cum for me, baby. I've got you." He whispered so sensually.

It only took a few more thrusts before you were crying out his name as you came undone around him, your heat clenching around him. "Johnny.. Johnny.. Fuck.." You mumbled, a breathless whimper.

The way you said his name, the way you felt around him, it sent him careening over the edge. He buried his face against the crook of your neck, your name a breathless chant of a mantra on his lips. "Oh, God, baby." He groaned. "You feel so good. You're so perfect. You're mine. You're my girl. Say it. Say you're my girl."

As you both came down from your highs, you pressed a kiss against his lips. "I'm yours. Your girl." You confirmed.

┆𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓┆

𝐀/𝐍 Hope that was okay, because I am NOT proofreading it ‼️

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savannahsdeath · 1 year ago

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A little req for you!! readers and katniss’s first kiss???

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warnings: none, pure fluff 🫶 reader calls katniss "kat" two times because . yes . also this is v shitty but im tired and uhhhh

she came back from the games two days ago. the emotions are still boiling but you want to spend every second together. she won and you knew what it means - no one can take her away from you now.

you are on the meadow, sitting on the dew covered grass. a dark forest, in which katniss used to hunt, extends on your left. you can hear birds' songs echoing from there.

"i should have brought a blanket." you sigh as your dress uncovers your bare legs, letting the wet green strands tickle your thighs.

"it's okay." katniss chuckles and takes off her jacket. "stand up."

you do as you're told, your skirt waving from the sudden move. she stretches her cloth on the grass and motions for you to sit down on it.

"thank you." you smile and it's probably your first genuine smile since she got reaped. not counting the last two days, of course. you smiled a lot during them.

a minute of comfortable silence passes as you both watch the blue sky in front of you. the dark forest behind you doesn't matter, you only care about what's in front of you. just like in real life, you think. the past is the past. now is the time for the future.

"surprised?" katniss softly asks, as if she's scared to break the silence.

you knit your eyebrows together and tilt your head to look at her. "about what?"

she looks down. "about me coming back."

you can't tell if she's being serious or not, so you take a moment to think, before you burst out laughing. "you can't be serious! katniss, i knew you'll win."

"oh," she smiles, "you believed in me?"

"no, no..." you begin explaining. "i was just— sure. you're really good at playing with people's hearts - the capitol's, the districts', mine..."

"yours?" her eyes widen.

you shrug. "what happened between you and peeta-"

"nothing happened between me and peeta" she shakes her head. "we were just trying to survive."

"really?" you turn your whole body to her and she quickly follows your move.

"really." she giggles. "you thought... me and him...?"

"forget it." you wave your hand, a little embarrassed by your accusation.

no matter how much you didn't want to admit it, you always had a crush on katniss. they way she kept giving you mixed signals didn't help at all - in fact, it felt like your brain melted and she's stirring in your head, mixing your mind. what you thought you once knew stood with a big, question mark now.

and peeta, god, peeta. he was a good guy, you had to admit. funny, nice, smart, clever as hell. yet, you couldn't help but dislike him. hate would be too much, but you felt so, so jealous, you couldn't help but be skeptical. at first, you were sure he will betray her. you waited for this moment, as you knew she would end him with one arrow. but nothing happened. now...

now, sometimes you just wish he would actually end up being an asshole. so the whole panem wouldn't cheer nor applaud for their wedding.

your hair fall down your face. "i wish i was him" you think, snatching a strand of grass and nervously playing with it.

"you wish you would have to fight in the arena?" her eyebrows furrow, a look of pure confusion on her face. she leans in and tucks some of your hair behind your ear, revealing your features.

you realise you thought out loud and she heard your little wish. but at this point, it doesn't even bother you. she should know.

"no, kat." you throw the string away. "i wish we would have our moment."

you expected something bad to happen. maybe she'll think you took things too far and just... run away? she could stand up and leave you there at any moment. could you blame her? maybe she just loves peeta.

but she chuckles, and as you look up at her, she is smiling. you have no idea what's going on, though you can't help but smirk back as you see her so amused.

"what?" you giggle and your gaze drifts downwards.

"nothin', you're just—" she raises one of her arms and taps your chin, making you look back at her. at her lips, to be exact. she keeps herself sitting up by leaning on her free hand, until she moves this one too to cup your face. "we have our fifteen seconds of fame now."

the intensity of her voice makes your whole body tremble, all your emotions falling to the background, as everything that is in the foreground is just you and her. yet you can feel your confusion rise and you manage to huff out a quiet; "isn't it fifteen minutes?"

"well, can you hold your breath for fifteen minutes?" she whispers back.

before you can comprehend whatever she meant by that, you feel her lips press against yours. you instinctively whimper, but the sound get catched in the bridge of your tongues, inaudible to anyone but you two. the birds seem to stop singing, the crickets pause their ticking. she starts gently and carefully, as if to see if you won't pull away. you only bring her closer by her neck, what also forces a soft moan out of her.

eventually katniss breaks the kiss but doesn't pull away, so you can still feel and hear her breath. she closes her parted mouth to gulp before opening them again, while her body slowly moved where it was earlier, about half a meter distance from you.

"kat—" you trail after her, wanting to get more of the feeling.

she tsks and shakes her head. "fifteen seconds, remember?"

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the-catmans-offical-2 · 3 months ago

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The offical art when it comes to Ed and Wrath are few and far between. However, there's some things I've noticed and would like to share!

Wrath, as a human, would have blue eyes - while this is something we pretty much already knew just by watching eps 28 through 30, if you look at Ed's eye color then you'll realize that they're very close to being inverses of each other!

Also Wrath is cool colors (Blues and greens, blacks and purples) whereas Ed is warm colors (Yellows and reds, whites and oranges). I think that's another contrast or inverse between them to show who they are as characters - with Wrath being a homunculus he is colder colors like the tones of a dead body or just generally not something alive, while Ed has warmer colors like a living human would.

There's more differences between them! Wrath's iris shape is (in the picture and originally) more circular than Ed's - who's is more ovular. Wrath also has slightly larger eyes than Ed, giving him a bit of more childlike appearance though his facial shape keeps him appearing as though he is of similar age to Ed. (I remember reading somewhere once, and please correct me if I am wrong but I personally believe this greatly, that Wrath was made with the goal kept in mind that he'd be an opponent to Ed of similar age and similar in other ways as well.) Wrath also has sharp teeth whilst Ed has dull flat ones - oddly enough Wrath's ears are pointed slightly and Ed's ears are rounded, furthermore giving the visual feel that Wrath isn't human. He must appear rather uncanny to Edward or to any human - same with the homunculi in general - because he looks human but with subtle things that make him... Off.

Wrath is all smilely too, whereas Ed looks more serious or weary; Showing off Wrath's inital innocence (which stays there throughout the series until he was betrayed by Dante and Envy, and I will fight anyone on that) and Ed's lingering distrust for Wrath. Fun fact, in CoS he seems to trust Wrath more even though the two never see each other again. Oh, they're gonna be the end of me. ED FUCKING ACTED LIKE HE KNEW WHAT WRATH WOULD WANT, which leads me to believe they had a talk or just SOMETHING during ep 51 that was cut out.

I have no idea what this image is from so please let me know if anyone knows! I've been curious for a while.

Anyway, Wrath:) He's poking out from behind Ed, and there's more things to point out between them!

Wrath is wearing dark clothes whereas Ed's wearing light ones. Like usual, Wrath's hair is down and messy while Ed's is up and neat. This is the offical art that made me realize that Ed has longer, thinner eyebrows than Wrath - who has thicker ones!

Also Wrath seems to be staring directly at Ed, but I personally can't read his expression as anything? Maybe curiosity? I'm not good with reading facial expressions lmao.

I only added this one bc WRATH LOOKS SO SILLY WHO THE FUCK PUT HIM IN A LIL SUIT??? HOW THE FUCK DID SOMEONE PUT HIM IN A SUIT???

I'm looking for a clearer image for this so I may update this post at some point to put the clearer one there if I find it!

Anyway so Wrath and Edward are standing back to back. They have a slight height difference with Wrath as the shorter of the two (I bet Ed is very happy/j)

Ed's expression is more angry or solem while Wrath's is a grin - but both can be said to look angry I'd think.

They both have a hand on their hip (Ed's in his pocket but Wrath doesn't have pockets, L) and the opposite arm resting more languidly at their side. They're both standing straight, Ed's head is tilted slightly downward while Wrath's is tilted up - no one else is shown standing back to back. Only Wrath any Ed. Al is there, standing beside Ed, but Gluttony is standing with his side to Alphonse, and Lust is more off to the side and facing the others rather than with her back to anyone. I think it is to further show that Ed and Wrath are such parallels (and Lust is standing a little to the side, possibly showing how she isn't really obeying anyone but herself - showing how she betrayed Dante and went to help Ed get Al back in exchange for becoming human again; But we know how that played out..)

I'm not really gonna talk about these here, as one of them is simply a scene redraw, and they're more Izumi focused if you look at them - with Izumi appearing somber while Ed looks weary or even fearful, and Wrath is just.. Being a kid. Running and flipping, and then in the redraw fighting Ed and Al.

The same could be said about these!! They aren't really interacting - in the first image Wrath is asleep at a table with the other homunculi, and in the second he does appear to be staring at Ed; But again Ed isn't focused on him.

Probably some of the ONLY FUCKING COS OFFICAL ART I HAVE FOUND with Wrath in it. Wrath and Ed are facing opposite of each other. No one, other than Wrath in the image, is fully facing at a side profile - which at first I thought represented how he had died, but Alfons is there and so is Eckhart.

Ed looks wistful, not angry but not happy. Sad perhaps, which is what he seems to be a lot in CoS. But Wrath, he looks down right angry. Yelling maybe? His mouth is opened wide and showing his sharp teeth, his visable eyebrow furrowed, he looks dirty and tired. Clearly this is during his fight with Gluttony. I love that they're seperated by the margin, representing the Gate kinda - Armestrian characters on one side, 'our world' characters on the other.

Again, this isn't really Ed and Wrath in particular. But I want you all to really look at Wrath. He's licking his Ed arm. In a similar fashion Dante does to Lyra's arm after possessing her body, and basically asking Hoenhiem to.. Yk, fuck. While I definitely don't think Wrath is doing it out of sexual desire or reason (that is a child, that is a child, that is a child), I do believe he's doing it to mimick or copy Dante. Wrath could've seen that she liked Hoenhiem, which is putting it lightly but for the sake of the sake I'll just say she liked him, and then copied her by licking said limb out of liking Ed or desiring (non-sexually) his body/limbs. To become human.

Also jfc Envy is buff, go back to being a twink you loser.

Uhh I dunno, I just rambled a lil. Maybe I'll make another post with this? Maybe not, but this is what you get for now!! Use my ask box if you have any questions! :)

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elvisbdoll · 2 months ago

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Blue moon…

50s!Elvis X Black!OC

Summary: In the 1950s, a forbidden love blossoms between Elvis Presley and a young Black woman, but racism and segregation force them apart. As Elvis is sent to Germany, promises of reunion fade amid growing fame, leaving her alone to face police brutality and heartbreak. Torn between love and reality, she’s left to wonder if their connection could ever survive a divided world.

TW: racism, (it was late 50s) angst, fluff, Elvis being Elvis, colonel, police violence. (pls let me know if you see more)

Blue moon

you saw me standing alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own…

You felt your heart pounding in your chest, the adrenaline pumping in your veins, you looked at the note in your hands looking around to see if anyone had seen you. Slowly you got into the hidden place, your hidden place- special and secret. It was a little dark, but you could see a figure standing there. “Elvis?” you whispered and the figure immediately turned around,walking forward. It was him, a soft playing smile on his lips.

“Darlin’ I’ve been waiting for you…”

His voice was almost a whisper, getting closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I had to run from my parents…they..”

You trailed off, your gaze lowering to the ground.

“Shh I know, I know…”

He soothed, pulling you closer and hugging you. It was like your bodies were made for eachother, fitting together perfectly. You held him for a minute, he was just humming softly, his arms wrapped around you. Only if the world knew… you wanted to be with him, not be separated by others. Not separated by laws and expectations. Elvis didn’t see any skin color, he just saw you. He saw the lovely, compassionate, funny girl that you are. You tried to silence those thoughts, feeling tears prick your eyes. You focused on the only thing that mattered and kept holding him.

You knew just what I was there for

You heard me saying a prayer for,

Someone I really could care for

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“I don’t see the problem?” Elvis said looking into his manager's eyes, “I-I don’t see a skin color… she— she likes me from what I am…” he explained, pacing around the room, running his hands through his hair. His emotions stirring, his expression anguished. . Why couldn’t he just be with her? “My boy… you have broken the segregation laws, it is either the army… or jail.” Colonel Parker advised, and Gladys shook her head “There’s no way that my son it’s going to Germany for two years!”

Elvis slammed his fist onto the piano keys, a discordant crash ringing out in the leaving room. “I don’t care about the law, Colonel!” he snapped, his voice trembling with raw emotion. “She’s the one thing in my life that feels real. The music, the money—it’s nothin’ without her.”

Colonel Parker leaned back in his chair, his calculating gaze locking onto Elvis. “You think the world’s ready for you and her, boy? You’re America’s sweetheart. You get caught with her, you’ll be ruined. And worse, she’ll be in danger.”

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Blue, blue

Without a love of my own….

Blue moon

The night was humid, the thick air clinging to your skin as you made your way home from the diner. The streets were quieter than usual, the glow of the streetlights barely illuminating the uneven sidewalk beneath your feet. You kept your head down, your bag clutched tightly to your chest.

Then you heard it—the low rumble of an engine behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was a police car.

“Hey there, girl!” a voice called out, sharp and mocking. You stopped in your tracks, your breath hitching. Slowly, you turned to see two white officers stepping out of the car, their faces already twisted with disdain.

“Out pretty late, ain’t you?” one of them said, sauntering toward you. His partner leaned against the car, arms crossed, watching you like a hawk.

“J-just heading home,” you stammered, willing your voice not to shake.

The officer stepped closer, invading your space. “Home, huh? You sure you’re not sneakin’ off to meet someone? Maybe that fancy boy everyone’s been talkin’ about?”

Your heart sank. You knew exactly who he meant. The rumors had spread further than you’d realized. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said quickly, hoping your denial would satisfy them.

But it didn’t.

The officer grabbed your arm, his grip tight and bruising. “Don’t lie to me, girl,” he hissed. “We’ve seen you. Walkin’ around like you don’t know your place.”

“I didn’t do anything!” you cried, trying to pull away, but his hold only tightened.

“Didn’t do anything?” the other officer sneered, finally stepping forward. “You think we don’t know what happens when girls like you get ideas? Thinkin’ you can mix with folks you don’t belong with?”

You struggled harder, panic overtaking you. “Please, just let me go!”

The first officer laughed, a cruel sound that sent a chill down your spine. “You think you can just walk away from this? Nah, we’re gonna teach you a lesson.”

The next moments blurred together—shoving, shouting, and the sharp sting of pavement against your knees as they forced you down. Your cries echoed into the night, but no one came to help.

When they finally let you go, you were left bruised and shaken, your dress torn, your dignity shattered. They drove off with smug grins, leaving you crumpled on the side of the road.

You stumbled home, your legs trembling with each step. Once inside, you collapsed onto your bed, the tears coming in waves as the reality of what had happened sank in.

You heard the soft crackle of the record player as Blue Moon filled the room, Elvis’s voice wrapping around you like a bittersweet memory. A faint smile tugged at your lips, remembering all the times he had sung it just for you. But the warmth of the moment quickly gave way to a sharp ache in your chest. The smile faded, and a quiet sob escaped your lips.

You’d never be with him—not in this life, not in this world.

Blue moon…

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

Blue moon…

Without a love of my own

Blue moon…

Without a love of my own….

Hiiii! This is my first time writing fanfiction in tumblr, I know it’s a little short, but bare with me I struggled like 4 days to get this done 😭 I hope you guys like it and if you guys like it, I can do a part 2! (If you like to be in the tagged list, please fell free to comment! Love ya!

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solomams · 3 months ago

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12. Haunting

Prompt list by @obeymetournaments !!

Mammon and my mc Paula holding each other after waking up from nightmares. That day haunts each of them.

Drabble under the cut. Spoilers for OG OM lesson 16. Mentions of death.

Can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe.

"Mammon," She tries to call out, but nothing comes out. Her vision is blurry and dark.

She can make out a cow print pattern. Fangs. Hear laughter, gleeful and loud.

Her weak attempts to claw at her attacker's arm do nothing. Her movements are getting sluggish.

Not like this, not like this.

I don't want to die. I'm afraid.

Mammon.

That's her last conscious thought before her vision gives out. In the next moment, she feels herself being cradled against someone's chest.

She feels warmth against her face and neck. Moving is impossible. Every inch of her body hurts.

She can hear someone begging, pleading, bargaining. Who..?

"Paula, Paula, please. C'mon, hold on for me, ya? Do that for Mammon. I'll fix this, I promise-"

"Mmnf..?"

"Shh, shh, I'm here, I'm here, I got ya. J-Just hold on, okay?"

Blinking is practically impossible, yet she manages. She can make out white hair, tan skin, and her favorite shade of blue. Paula smiles. Tries, at least.

Mammon hiccups, unable to hold back the sob as he brushes her hair away from her face. It's matted and clumped now. His smile back is strained.

It's hard to keep her eyes open, let alone keep them focused. The room feels like it's spinning. Is it spinning? She can't tell anymore.

Her ribs protest with every breath she takes. There's a subtle wheezing sound. Is that her?

She wonders why Mammon looks so worried now. His mouth is moving but she can't hear a thing. She can't keep her eyes open anymore.

Sorry. She tries to say. She doesn't get to find out if she was successful, because in an instant, she's scrambling to sit up in her bed.

Bed. Room. Tree. Lanterns. Blanket.

Paula grasps at her own neck as she takes in lungfuls of air. She can feel herself trembling.

"Nightmare. Not real, not real," She wheezes to herself. Table. Vines. Window. Focus, focus, focus. Bedroom. Safe.

Safe?

She rolls onto the floor in a mess of pillows and blankets, and it takes everything in her to stand up and stagger towards the door.

Door. Metal. Cold. Focus. It wasn't real.

She doesn't know when she started crying, but she can feel the tears on her cheeks. Blurring her vision as she uses the wall as a guide.

Wood. Smooth. Left foot. Right foot. Keep going. How she survives the stairs, she won't question miracles.

Once at the top, a glance up has her almost tripping over her own feet. A figure at the opposite end of the hall, frozen in place.

"Paula?" A voice croaks. Timid and in disbelief.

Mammon? Mammon Mammon Mammon. Safety.

She takes a step or two towards him, but he covers the distance between them in no time. One second she's about to collapse, the next she's being squeezed to death. Figuratively this time. She stiffens up all the same.

"M-Mammon?" Paula says, seeking confirmation for what she already knows. Hearing it helps as much. Warm. Strong. Cologne. Safe.

Safe. She's safe. She's sure she is. Relax.

"Here, I'm here, treasure," Mammon says, pressing his ear against her chest. Thumpthumpthump. Too fast, but there.

It takes her a moment, but Paula wraps her own arms around Mammon, burying her fingers in his hair. Soft. Fluffy. Shampoo that smells suspiciously like hers. She's not shaking anymore.

"Can I? P-please," Mammon fiddles with the end of her shirt. He needs to feel. Needs to check. Needs to make sure.

Paula nods after a moment. It's not the first time he's asked. Not the first time they've found each other like this. Maybe the third.

It's only the nights Lucifer makes them sleep in separate rooms. Usually if there's a quiz soon. Yet, they always end up in each other's bed by the end. More so now than ever.

Raking her shirt up once he has confirmation, he feels. Feels the lack of wounds, lack of scars, the warmth beneath his fingers. Presses his thumb into her side, making her squirm. She grips his hair tighter.

It's like a ritual at this point.

Thump, thump, thump.

"Still here..."

"Yeah, I'm still here..."

He rubs circles against her skin. She loosens her grip on his hair. Her heartbeat continues on. It doesn't stop, not for a moment.

"Real?" She murmurs, pausing to wipe away the last of her tears. Even rubbing away Mammon's.

"Real," Mammon confirms. It's as much for her as it is for him.

They stay like that for a while. Holding each other. Reminders and reassurances.

"Bed?" Paula mumbles, bringing it up first for once.

"Yeah. Let's go," Mammon says, reluctantly untangling himself. It's only temporary. By morning, it'll be hard to tell who begins here and who ends there.

Mammon blinks when she grabs his hand. Like he's her lifeline. But by the look she gives him, he might be. He wonders how much she relived tonight.

He decides not to push it. Only squeeze her hand back, and leads her back to her room. This time, they'll be together.

No more memories turned nightmares to haunt them.

But hopefully, one day they won't need each other to get past it. Hopefully, one day, that awful day will be but distant memories.

#star is drawing #star is writing #obey me #obey me mammon #om mammon #obey me month #star's om tober #mc paula #obey me mc #obey me oc #im so eepy it's almost 3 am as i post this #this is one of the ideas I've had since the beginning #lmao sorry guys i tried my best #but yeah i think this is like a nightly occurrence for them #eventually it gets better

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atlasthegreatest · 3 months ago

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Blood Ties / Katherine Pierce x Gender Neutral! Sibling Reader

Despite being known as a cold and manipulative person, it seems like there is a person that she only truly cares about. And that person was Y/n Pierce— her little sibling.

Word count: 2433

A/n: This was requested by an anon. The gender wasn’t specified so, the gender is neutral. Enjoy it!

Y/n had always lived in Katherine Pierce’s shadow, but not the kind that suffocates or drowns you. Hers was a shadow that offered protection, a barrier between them and the rest of the world’s darkness. And in that darkness, there was fire—her fire—burning so fiercely that it was impossible not to be drawn into it.

Being Katherine’s younger sibling was complicated, to say the least. To everyone else, she was a heartless manipulator, a vampire who had long since traded her humanity for survival. But to Y/n, she was still their sister, the only person who had ever truly cared about them. The one who, despite everything, never let them fall.

It was late—well past midnight—when Y/n found themselves standing outside the old Salvatore boarding house. The night was thick with fog, the kind that seemed to swallow a sound and make you feel like you were standing on the edge of the world. Y/n shivered slightly, pulling their jacket tighter around them, and debated knocking.

Before Y/n could make up their mind, the door creaked open, and there she was—Katherine. Her dark curls framed her face, and her eyes, sharp as ever, narrowed at the sight of them. She didn’t say anything at first, just stepped aside to let them in, her lips curving into a small, amused smile.

“You’re late,” she said, her voice laced with its usual edge of teasing. “And here I thought you’d finally decided to run away.”

Y/n rolled their eyes as they stepped into the warm interior of the house. “I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.”

Katherine smirked, closing the door behind Y/n. The fire crackled softly in the background, casting flickering shadows across the room, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the house. It was unsettling, but then again, so was their sister.

“You know, most people would be terrified to be here alone with me,” she said, circling them with that feline grace she’d perfected over centuries. “But you’re not most people, are you?”

“No,” Y/n replied, meeting her gaze. “I’m the only person you care about.”

The smile vanished from her face, replaced by something colder, something distant. Katherine didn’t like being vulnerable, and she didn’t like being reminded of the few remnants of her humanity that still clung to her. But the truth was, Y/n was her weakness. Her one blind spot in a world where she was always ten steps ahead of everyone else.

She walked over to the couch and sank into it, her eyes never leaving theirs. “Care is a strong word. Let’s not get sentimental.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, leaning against the fireplace. “You can pretend all you want, but we both know it’s true. I’m the one person you’ve never lied to, never manipulated. Why is that, Kat?”

For a long moment, she didn’t respond. Instead, she stared at the flames, as if searching for an answer in the fire. Katherine had always been an enigma, even to them. But there were times when Y/n could catch glimpses of the girl she used to be—the one who wasn’t so broken by time and betrayal.

Finally, she spoke, her voice low and measured. “I’ve lied to everyone. I’ve used every one I’ve ever cared about. Because that’s how you survive. But you…” She paused, her eyes flickering toward them. “You’re different.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re mine,” she said simply, as if that explained everything. And in a way, it did.

Katherine had lost so much—her family, her child, her humanity. But Y/n was the one constant in her life. The one thing she had managed to hold onto, despite everything. And in her twisted way, that made them the only person she would ever truly care about.

She leaned back, crossing her legs, her expression softening just slightly. “I can’t lose you like I lost everyone else.”

There it was—the truth that Katherine never wanted to admit. Y/n wasn’t just her sibling; they were her last link to the world she once knew, a world where she hadn’t yet turned into the monster everyone else saw her as.

“You won’t,” Y/n said quietly, moving to sit across from her. “But you can’t keep protecting me from everything. You can’t keep me locked in this world of yours, always looking over my shoulder.”

Her eyes darkened, and for a moment, they saw the predator in her, the woman who had survived centuries by being ruthless, by never letting her guard down. “You don’t understand, do you? I’ve spent centuries keeping you safe, dealing with every threat, every enemy who would try to use you against me.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

She clenched her jaw, her eyes flashing with frustration. “No, you didn’t. But you’re my family. The only family I have left. And I won’t lose you. Not like I lost her.”

Her voice cracked on the last word, and Y/n knew who she meant. Her daughter, Nadia. Their niece. The one person Katherine had tried to protect and failed. The guilt she carried over Nadia’s death was something she would never admit to anyone—not even them—but Y/n could see it in her eyes. They could hear it in the way her voice wavered whenever she talked about losing someone.

Y/n sighed, running a hand through their hair. “Kat, I’m not Nadia. And you can’t keep treating me like I’m going to vanish any second.”

She stood up abruptly, pacing the room, her movements agitated. “You don’t know what it’s like! Every time I look at you, I see how easily I could lose you. And I can’t—”

“Katherine.” Y/n cut her off, their voice firm but soft. “You won’t lose me.”

She stopped, her back to them, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence between them was thick, and heavy with everything they’d left unsaid over the years. Katherine was used to being the one in control, always keeping people at arm’s length. But with Y/n, she was different. She couldn’t hide behind her usual masks.

When she finally turned around, her expression was unreadable. “I won’t lose you,” she repeated, but this time her voice was softer, almost fragile. “I can’t.”

Y/n stood up, walked over to her, and gently placed a hand on her arm. “You won’t. But you have to stop treating me like I’m some helpless child. I can take care of myself, Kat.”

She met their gaze, her eyes searching theirs for something—maybe reassurance, maybe understanding. “You’re not helpless,” she said after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper. “But you’re mine. And that means I’ll always protect you, whether you like it or not.”

Y/n smiled softly, shaking their head. “You’re impossible.”

Her lips twitched, the ghost of a smile playing on her face. “You’re just figuring that out now?”

For the first time in what felt like forever, the tension between them seemed to lift. Katherine would never stop being overprotective. She would never stop trying to control the world around them, to keep Y/n safe in the only way she knew how. But in that moment, Y/n realized something: as much as they resented her for it, part of them was grateful.

Because for all her faults, for all the terrible things she had done, Katherine Pierce loved them. And in her world—their world—that was something rare and precious.

Y/n stepped back, giving her a playful nudge. “Come on, let’s get out of here before you start getting all emotional on me.”

She rolled her eyes but let out a small laugh. “Don’t push your luck, kid.”

As they walked out of the boarding house, side by side, Y/n knew one thing for certain: no matter what happened, Katherine would always be there for them. In her own twisted, complicated way, she would always care. And in a world as dangerous as theirs, that was enough.

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The sun had set by the time they made their way back to the safe house. Katherine was unusually quiet as they walked, her steps slower, as if something was weighing her down. It wasn’t like her to stay silent for long, especially after a tense conversation like the one they just had. Usually, she’d find a way to brush it off, crack a sarcastic comment, or change the subject entirely. But tonight, it felt different.

Katherine had let Y/n in more than she probably intended to. The truth of her fear—of losing them—hung in the air between us, unspoken but undeniable.

Y/n followed her inside, the faint creak of the door echoing in the empty hall. The house wasn’t much—an old, forgotten place on the outskirts of town, well hidden from prying eyes. A perfect spot for people like them who didn’t want to be found. But even in its seclusion, it didn’t feel like a home. It felt more like a temporary shelter, a place to regroup before they had to run again. That was their life—always running, always hiding.

Katherine tossed her jacket onto a chair and made her way to the small bar in the corner of the room. Y/n watched as she poured herself a drink, the firelight casting flickering shadows across her face. She still hadn’t said anything, and the silence was beginning to eat at them.

“You okay?” Y/n asked, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

She didn’t look at them, just swirled the liquid in her glass before taking a slow sip. “I’m fine.”

“Katherine,” Y/n said, a little more firmly. “You’re not fine. You’ve barely said two words since we left the boarding house.”

She set the glass down on the bar with a sharp clink, turning to face them, her eyes hardening. “What do you want me to say? That I’m scared? That I don’t know how to protect you anymore?” Her voice was cold, but Y/n could hear the crack in it, the emotion she was trying so hard to bury.

Y/n took a step closer, their voice softer. “You don’t have to protect me from everything.”

She laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “You really don’t get it, do you? I’ve been protecting you for so long, I don’t know how to stop. It’s what I do. It’s the only thing I have left.”

Y/n stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in. Katherine had spent centuries keeping people at arm’s length, manipulating and destroying anyone who got too close. But with them, it was different. Y/n was the one person she couldn’t push away, the one constant in her life. And that terrified her.

“Then don’t stop,” Y/n said, surprising themselves with the words. “But don’t shut me out either. You don’t have to do this alone, Katherine.”

Her eyes softened, just for a moment, and she looked at them with something that almost resembled vulnerability. But just as quickly, her expression hardened again, the walls going back up.

“I don’t need help,” she said sharply, her voice cold once more. “I’ve survived centuries on my own. I don’t need anyone.”

Y/n clenched their jaw, frustration bubbling inside them. “That’s not true and you know it. You’re not as invincible as you pretend to be.”

She shot them a glare, her lips curling into a smirk that didn’t reach her eyes. “You’d be surprised how good I am at pretending.”

Y/n sighed, running a hand through their hair. “Katherine, I’m not trying to fight with you. I just want you to stop shutting me out. I’m not some kid you have to protect. I’m your sibling. We’re in this together, whether you like it or not.”

She stared at them, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she were weighing their words. There was a long pause, the air between them thick with tension. Then, finally, she sighed, dropping her gaze.

“You don’t understand,” she muttered. “Every time I’ve let someone in, they’ve been taken from me. Our family, my daughter, and every person I’ve ever loved. And you…” She trailed off, her voice faltering.

“And me what?” Y/n pressed, their heart pounding.

She looked up at them, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/n saw the truth in her eyes. Beneath all the bravado, the manipulation, and the cold exterior, Katherine was scared. Scared of losing them. Scared of being alone again.

“And you’re all I have left,” she said softly, the words barely a whisper.

The weight of her confession hit them like a punch to the gut. Katherine had always been a master of deflection, of hiding her true feelings behind a mask of indifference. But this… this was real. This was her truth.

Y/n swallowed the lump in their throat, their voice quiet. “You’re not going to lose me, Kat.”

She let out a shaky breath, her eyes glistening with something Y/n rarely saw in her—vulnerability. For a moment, it was like they were kids again, back when things were simpler before the world had torn them apart.

But Katherine didn’t feel vulnerable for long. She quickly wiped away any trace of emotion, her usual smirk returning as she stood up straight, crossing her arms.

“Well, don’t get all sentimental on me,” she said, her tone lightening as she tried to brush it off. “We’ve got bigger problems than my emotional baggage.”

Y/n couldn’t help but smile a little. That was Katherine—always deflecting, always trying to downplay the real emotions underneath. But they didn’t push her any further. They knew she’d said more than she wanted to already.

“What’s the plan, then?” Y/n asked, leaning back against the wall, trying to match her casual tone.

Katherine’s eyes sparkled with that familiar glint of mischief, her mask firmly back in place. “Well, first, we deal with whoever’s been sniffing around town looking for me. Then…” She trailed off, her lips curving into a wicked grin. “We make sure they regret it.”

Y/n rolled their eyes. “Of course. Classic Katherine.”

She winked at them. “What can I say? Old habits die hard.”

Despite everything—the tension, the danger, the emotional rollercoaster that came with being Katherine Pierce’s sibling—there was something oddly comforting in her familiar arrogance. It reminded Y/n that no matter what happened, no matter how complicated things got, they were still in this together.

Katherine might be ruthless, manipulative, and guarded, but Y/n knew one thing for certain: she would burn the world down if it meant keeping them safe. And for that, Y/n was willing to stand by her side, no matter how dark things got.

As long as they had each other, they could survive anything.

#tvd universe #tvd #katherine pierce #katherine petrova #the vampire diaries #gender neutral reader #katherine pierce x reader

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kinetic-elaboration · 8 months ago

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May 16: Daria/Jane, Kiss

Daria/Jane, ~900 words, ~35 minutes

In the same 'verse as this fic, but it also takes place before so like, post-canon, basically. This was inspired by a comment from/conversation with @riotsquirrrl on that fic about how D and J might have gotten together. I really liked it, so I decided to play around with it.

How can it be that Daria thinks it's cold enough for snow and yet Jane's not wearing anything as heavy as a real jacket? It's because Daria is from the South and doesn't understand what cold is or what almost-snow feels like either. So.

The forecast says snow flurries but the air feels like incipient heavy snow, as bitter-cold as it is when Daria opens the door and steps outside. These are the last flickering days of the year, the in-between time, the neighborhood dark by 5pm and illuminated only by streetlights. She stands in the cone of light from the Morgendorffer's front-door light and shrugs her shoulders up toward her ears, crosses her arms against her chest, and Jane pulls the sleeves of her red BFAC sweatshirt all the way over her hands.

She'd volunteered to walk Jane out but not all the way home, so there's no reason now to linger out here in the cold, breathing out faint misting gray breaths, thinking about how it won't really snow, not in Lawndale in December. It never has.

But Jane just shifts her weight from one foot to the other, glances out in the direction of the sidewalk and then back. "Hey--so." She mimics Daria's posture, crossed arms to hold in body heat. "Thanks for letting me hang out all night and avoid my house."

"Thank you for distracting me from having to spend time alone with my family." A half-joke, and Jane half-smiles at it. They're not so bad, really. She's just not so used to being home, as if she'd traveled back from Boston in a time machine and now she's in high school again, Quinn telling stories about the same teachers, the same gossip, the same football team. As if Daria's four months at Raft never happened. As if time had shifted in some jarring, abrupt way, but only for her. Only somewhere in her body, in her consciousness.

"Could be worse," Jane answers. Could be her place. Wind's moved back in, half-taken over. Trent won't last the year with him, though he hasn't admitted it yet. And Jane's mom has been away for six months now, the sort of absence that must make even Jane wonder if she'll ever come back, and as far as Daria has ever been tell, Mr. Lane has never really lived there at all.

Maybe familiarity is better. At least she has somewhere to come home to.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" she asks. She means it as a lifeline but selfishly, too.

Jane shrugs. "Sleeping. Painting."

"Busy schedule. Do you think you can find time for pizza?"

"I might be able to pencil that in." The corner of one side of her mouth lifts up again, a smirk but, because it's just them alone, there's softness to it. "I should go."

"Yeah."

For a while now, maybe a couple of months, Jane's been in the habit of kissing Daria on the cheek when they part ways. The reason why has never been obvious, and Daria has stopped trying to remember quite when it started, or what she thought of it then. Maybe Jane does it because separating always feels so much more weighty now, when they won't see each other for days or possibly weeks, instead of hours. Maybe the gesture comes from how much more often they touch, now: jostled together on the subway; falling asleep in each other's dorms; leaning on each other sometimes, when they study side by side in the same bed. Or maybe it's an art school thing, or just part of Jane changing and growing, in some more abrupt or sudden or meaningful way than she did in high school--some change in her that somehow Daria can't see in its entirety or fully understand.

She likes it, though, this new sort of ritual. Never knows how to respond, never initiates, but likes it. When Jane doesn't do it, she always thinks, well that's over now, and then is pleasantly surprised when the habit picks itself up again. Last time, she reached out after and squeezed Jane's arm, just before they parted at the train station in Boston, which was her attempt at speaking the same language back.

But this is Lawndale and it's different here. They're nineteen; they're fifteen; the world is very small, the neighborhood familiar even in the darkness. Flakes of snow too light to even count as flurries are getting caught in Jane's hair.

Somewhere in the direction of the neighbor's lawn, some sound like the movements of an aggressive squirrel rattles through the stillness. "I'll see you tomorrow," Jane says, and Daria turns away from the noise just as Jane leans in to kiss her cheek, and the kiss lands on the side of Daria's mouth instead.

She turns very slightly to her left, like a correction, but doesn't otherwise move. Doesn't pull back, doesn't press forward.

Interesting.

Jane steps back again, blinks a few times; her eyes are unusually wide. "Sorry about that," she says.

Daria shakes her head. "Don't be."

And then Jane's shoulders fall back down, and she laughs like she's letting out some coiled-up nerves. "All right. Tomorrow, then."

"I'll stop by."

Maybe she should be doing something else now, saying something else. Jane leans in one more time and this time kisses her cheek, like she'd meant to, and then she sticks her hands in the front pocket of her hoodie and starts off down the front walk. Daria stays outside and watches her, moving in and out of the brightest lights, until she disappears at last down the street.

#daria #daria mtv #daria morgendorffer #jane lane #daria x jane #my writing #mine #the year 2024 #2024: free write #complex college mating rituals #this is one of those pieces that you can just see the rust on lol #i need to sleep but i fell asleep after work bc i guess it's very exhausting being a whole department by yourself #by myself!!#my daria fic

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profane-or-pragmatic · 12 days ago

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The Devil You Know (Snippet) Pt 31

It had nothing to do with infidelity. That wasn't an issue between she and I. It wasn't that I'd had sex with a man. That didn't mean anything compared to the fact that I had been imagining that it was her doing it to me instead of him. I brought her, even if just in fantasy form, into the dark and cruel reality I had entered.

I chose to be where I was. I had no right to bring her into it. Even if just within my mind.

Slinks earned a huge bonus from me. He went to the Woods and verified for me that Fontaine and my mother were actually involved. He did more than just that though. Without my asking him to he shadowed them for two days. He told me that they went out to eat, went shopping together, and even went to the cinema. He bought a ticket and entered the theater as well. He said they seemed to truly enjoy each other's company.

He didn't ask who they were, or why I wanted to know about them. But the kid's smart. He saw my mother's eyes. He figured it out. And after figuring it out he followed and paid attention to how they treated each other.

Slinks, if you're reading this, you'll always be all aces in my book.

I had to figure things out quickly. Both brothers were lying to the other. There was someone that they both wanted brought down, and that had been the excuse for hooking me. But obviously both had immediately seen in me an opportunity to take down their greatest and most dangerous rival. Each other.

Arden was more violent and seemed to have no scruples at all. He was vindictive, vicious, and extremely quick to strike. Dangerous qualities in an enemy, excellent attributes in an ally. Or boss. Nolan was far more devious. Far more capable of dissembling and definitely an expert at distracting another from examining what the actual thoughts and plans were that were in play.

Arden didn't know that Nolan knew that he wasn't being open. If I told Arden that he was suspected by his brother, Nolan would know where the information came from. Unless Arden was capable of going to a deeper level of deception. If I moved into Nolan's camp I would have to tell him about Arden working against Andrew.

Unless all of it was merely a trap. A twisted game to torment me so that anything I chose would get turned back on me and be used as a reason to destroy me. I could think of only one person whom I could trust to be absolutely cold-bloodedly rational.

I began to plot out a way to meet Andrew Rauch in secret.

Before you begin to scheme it helps to remember where you are and who you've chosen to be.

I was on my way out to keep a clandestine meeting with Arden. At least I thought that I was. I opened my front door to go and Zane J. was standing on my front porch.

"The boss says you wait." The man said in his inhuman monotone. I never once, ever, heard any kind of inflection to his voice. "He's coming here. You wait."

"When?" I said and received no answer. "Today? This afternoon? Tonight? When?"

"You wait. Orders. I'll wait with you." He said and forced me back inside by just stepping towards me. I didn't want to be touched by him. "Make coffee. Then sit. Wait. Smoke. Wait."

Having something like him inside my house immediately made it feel tainted and unclean. He's Zane J., just Zane J. because he doesn't even have a last name. He follows orders. No matter what those orders are. Imagine the worst that you can. He's probably done it.

I followed orders. I made coffee. He didn't watch me do that because he knew I lnew what he was and that I wasn't fool enough to make him follow whatever order he'd been given regarding what to do with me if I refused to obey.

I took a cup of coffee and joined my personal nightmare in the front room. He didn't do small talk. He didn't do anything an actual human does. I had never even seen him eat or drink. For all I knew he didn't even shit or piss. I sat down, lit a cigarette and picked up a book. I wasn't about to have a staring contrst with a man who never blinked.

"I see you waited." He said. As though there was anything else I could do.

I was on my third cup of coffee and almost through Tregassier's "Ruminations on Essence And Hope" when Zane J. stood up without a word and walked to the front door. As he went out Nolan Rauch stepped in.

I'm not explaining or describing anything that happened except this.

"My son Andrew wants to kill my brother." Nolan said as he stared into my eyes from a distance nobody would be comfortable with. "He wants you dead as well. Except he doesn't know who you are. I'm not about to tell him, but would Arden?"

"Yes." I said, and was absolutely certain of that. "If for no other reason than to buy himself another ten seconds."

"What are you to do then?" Nolan Rauch, powerful and ruthless and absolutely in control, asked me. And I think he honestly wanted to know. "You're clever. Just how clever?"

"Not very." I said and refused the almost overpowering urge to look away. "I'm here, so clearly I'm not the best judge of my own abilities."

"You aren't afraid. Not the fear that almost anyone else would feel." He said and used a finger to lift my chin so he could see my eyes more clearly. "You're still thinking. You don't give up easily."

"This is the only life I get. So no. I don't just give up.' I said and didn't ask the thing I needed an answer to. Why me? Instead I said "Do you believe in God?"

"Do you?" He said and tilted his head as though puzzled.

"No. I don't. At all." I said and wished I knew what he was seeing.

"Does it matter what I believe?" He said as his finger moved away and his face gave me no answers. "If there's no God, there's no sin. No right. No wrong."

"There's still right and wrong. Even if you've made yourself forget that, you know." I said and he shocked me by looking away. "The child knows this until he's shown by others that those feelings, those human certainties of what should and should not be, can be ignored with impunity. What you possessed then still lies within."

"You don't talk like this with my brother." Nolan said but didn't return his gaze to me. "Arden wouldn't be able to tolerate you if you did."

"There's little point in discussing the fundamental nature of humanity with someone who isn't human." I said, and that drew his eyes back to me. "That's not an insult. It's fact. He considers himself to be God. He'd be insulted if someone like me called him human."

"And I'm different." He stated. Not asked. Stated. His eyes didn't blink and they told no story.

"You're different. You're here." I said and then lowered my gaze. "I don't know who you are or what you are, but I know you're different than he is. I know that."

He didn't reply to that. But I'm still alive so obviously I was right.

#creative writing #my writing #short fiction #short story #story fragment #the devil you know

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colormepurplex2 · 8 months ago

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Okay I did not expect that many 😵

And so many read hot af that I don't know where to start!!

Number 11 + 17 + 18 (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) + 5 😋

💜

My Lucy! You know, I didn't expect that many either...it wasn't until I sat down and started going through them that I realized it, I could have sworn it was only at like 25 last time I checked 😂

Okay, so...this is going to be a long one and so all the good stuff is below the cut! I'm going to include the graphics I've made for some of these as well 💜 5. Bounce/JHS 11. FF10: Dare Me To Eat You 17. PULSE/Maknaevamp 18. On Blades of Amethyst & Echoes

ALSO, please be aware there ARE spoilers below as well, esp for FF10: Dare Me To Eat You.

5. Bounce/JHS

This is part of my Heartbeat Melodies series (where I am writing 1 fic based on a song for each BTS member. So far, I've gotten Jin's and Yoongi's done and posted).

The song for this fic is Bounce by Timbaland. StreetDancer!Hoseok x StreetDancer!f.Reader Rivals to Lovers, Street Dance Competition

In the underground dance scene, it's all about the crew you move with; body, mind, soul...no room for the heart. That is, until you find yourself dancing to the tune of someone else's beat.

The cardboard under your foot grew wet, soaking up the sleuth of water from the sudden downpour a moment ago. It was as if the sky opened up to remind you just how quickly it can all be washed away—the blood, sweat, and tears—so you're left with a clean slate. You watched as water dripped from the tip of J's nose. He was standing across the pit from you, hands on his narrow hips, and chest heaving from the exertion of the performance he put on before the sky took its turn. J was new to the scene, a fresh face trying to find his place—trying to find a crew. He's good—too good. Maybe if you had known that day, how things would go in the end, you would never have walked away. As it is, you gave him one more once over before turning on your heel and doing just that. Not because you didn't want him to join your crew, but because you were scared that he'd be the catalyst for you losing it all. Little did you know, that would happen anyway.

11. FF10: Dare Me To Eat You

The graphic for this one is already available on the Master Post. This is chapter 10 of my ongoing fic Fickle Flame and it's currently over a year behind in being posted, oops 😂😅

OT7 x FemOC & OT7 x OT7 Vampire/Werewolf/A/B/O Dystopian AU, Enemies/Lovers

“You want me to speak plainly?” Namjoon bites out, the words caustic behind clamped teeth. “I’m going to pump you so full of vampire venom you won’t have a choice but to turn into one! Satisfied?” There is a ringing in Shayne’s ears. It’s so loud she’s not sure she heard Namjoon correctly. She opens her mouth, intent on asking him to repeat his words, but saliva pools under her tongue, and the muscle seems far too thick to fit around her teeth. If it wasn’t for the air whistling down her throat, she’d almost believe she was choking. The words won’t form. They refuse to slip from between her lips. A vampire. He wants to turn her into a vampire. “No.” Finally, a word slithers out. She repeats it, letting it pour out in a stringed litany of denial. “No, no, no, no, no—" Her world rocks alarmingly as Namjoon jerks her around to face him, his hand still tight on her upper arm and the other closing over her mouth, cutting off her tirade. He towers over her, a formidable presence of sheer power. There is a flash of yellow in his eyes, the irises taking on a tinge of red as it passes. “You are the first inkling of hope we’ve had in nearly three decades.” He takes a slow, deep breath. “You will not fight me.”

17. PULSE/Maknaevamps

Vampire!MaknaeLine x Human!f.Reader Futuristic Urban Fantasy Thriller, Vampires

This is what I have down in my notes "It’s a futuristic sci fi setting, imagine like cyberpunk 2077 or a bit of Tron. But the underbelly of the city is dark and insidious, as one would guess. The maknae’s are like mercenaries of a sort, meting out their own taste of justice to people pushing a drug called Pulse that’s like vampire cocaine that’s turning vampires feral. The FMC gets caught up in the drug trading and ends up being caught by them."

There is a lot more to it, but that would give away the entire plot altogether 😂 I've honestly been frothing at the mouth of wanting to get started on this. I don't even have a snippet to share because all I have so far are my outline notes and bulleted plot points.

18. On Blades of Amethyst & Echoes

Dragon Rider!Yoongi x Psion!f.Reader Strangers to Lovers, High Fantasy Summary: The horizon blazes the color of amethyst, an ode to a coming death that will sweep the land if you don’t stop it. Secrets long hidden are revealed, but they come at a steep cost, as you have no choice but to follow the echoes of things long since past.

This, of course, is a follow-up to JK's story, On Wings of Mist & Memories.

I don't have a lot of finished content for this, just mostly giant walls of text/notes from my frantic brainstorming when I finished JK's story 😂 But, I can share a little of the notes, even if it won't make sense at all. Be aware that I have named JK's FMC from his story for the sake of story writing but have removed her name from this snippet of notes 👀

JK’s Psion travels with JK and Yoongi, who is now the captain of the guard, to go and investigate the mountain range border and figure out why reports have stopped coming from the outposts. They find all manner of soldiers frozen/suspended in time, the only indicator or trace of what happened is a distinct purple dust that clings to everything. Yoongi's FMC is another Psion, one with a secret and a past she is trying to run from. She's also the only person they find NOT frozen by the mysterious purple dust. Yoongi has so many questions, like 'Where did she come from? Why is she here at a military outpost when no Psion has been assigned to this quadrant?' And he's going to get the answers...no matter what it takes.

#wip tag game #bts tag game #colormepurplex2writings

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through the hourglass 144. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n:I almost feel rusty lol it feels like I haven't written smut in..a while.PLS LEMME KNOW IF YOU GUYS LIKE IT(reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: s3x ofc, kinda dom!bea? well not really, not quite, not yet, Bradley being a good ol' simp for his wife.

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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His hands are still cupping her ass as she sighs softly, ‘Thank my aunt,huh?”

“I think she gets us, all too well.” he smirks, kissing between her breasts again, peeking at the dark brown, almost black, fabric under the robe and following the way that lace hugged her full breasts almost like a frame to a beautiful piece of art. He hummed, nuzzling her neck, pressing a trail of kisses - soft and gentle - up to her ear where his hot breath touched the shell making Beatrice almost buckle down, “We have two options.”

“H-huh?”

“Either the table or the room, what do you think?”

“The t- Roos, we can’t have sex on the table!” she blushes hard, then avoids her husband’s eyes, “...i-it’s not our place and people use this to eat…besides, it doesn’t seem that comfortable, not like, u-um ours.” his smirk widens as he follows the curves of her body until he reaches her waist, brushing over the soft warm skin, happy to see she stopped wincing when nearing her stomach or ‘love handles’.

“So you are okay with it,” he says, “Just within our safe space.”

“W-Well…we did have sex at the beach Roos.” she mutters, looking down at his arms - as the biceps hidden under his long sleeved shirt, “And it was public space but, you know…it’s not, not everyone would use it for that…am I making sense?”

He chuckles breathily, slowly standing to his feet with his hands latched under the curve of her ass. Beatrice squeaks, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carries her to the staircase, “You are kinky but on your own terms. And I respect that.” he kissed her jawline one more time, humming happily at the new and addicting scent on her skin, “So bedroom it is?”

Beatrice lifts her head to meet his eyes, then rolls her lower lip into her mouth with a shy smile, nodding at him, “Please.” she looks back at the stairs when he nears it, “Just be quiet,Roos. We can’t wake any of them.”

“I can be pretty quiet.” he murmurs with a smugness that just makes Beatrice blush even more.

However, the next thing that left her mouth surprised even her, “...that’s only partially true. You can be pretty loud when time calls for it.” he doesn’t look amused as he opens the master bedroom’s door with one hand - how does he carry her so effortlessly and never loses his balance?? - “You know it’s true.”

“Maybe.” he smirks, cautiously shutting the door and walking deeper into the room, turning them around to he sits on the edge of the bed and she’s still on his lap, her thighs on top of his and his huge hands caressing the soft skin, “But I can’t recall it.”

“I guess I’ll have to remind you then.”

Oh he loved when she got like that. “I’m countin’ on it.” and he drags his hands down to her knees, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin and her breathing shiver,”Are you cold?’

‘No.” she says softly, ‘Your hands are warm.”

He smirks more, leaning back to give her a full look, dropping his gaze to the parted robe and gently tugging the strap that kept it closed between his fingers, “Can I see?”

Her green eyes went darker, her smile impish, “...only if you ask nicely…lieutenant.”

“...Do I have to ask nicely,recruit?”

Beatrice purses her lips a little, her cheeks dusting red as she runs her fingers over his shoulders “...it’d be really appreciated.” and he just smiles because while she is playing a role, bits of her actual personality seep through and he couldn’t help but hug her tighter against him, propping his chin on her cleavage as she looks into his eyes.

He sighs softly, “...are you okay?” she nods, not saying anything, “You planned this for a while,didn’t you?”

“Before I knew about the twins.” comes her quiet reply, “Shells helped me with the outfit.” she nods to her chest for emphasis, ‘And I wanted it to be special…because, I dunno, seems it’s been a while since we had time for ourselves- and-and I know we have…everyone else,” she whispers, “Here but…but I thought, it’d be nice…”

“Listen if you want us to have sex every time we come to Virginia,I’m not complainin’ at all.” he smirks, tapping the outer sides of her thighs until he reached her knees, rubbing the warm flesh and squeezing each limb enough to make the red marks of his fingers imprint on her pale flesh, “You know I love when you surprise me…now…can I see?” he lilts the word at the end of his sentence with his eyes locked on the curves of her breasts.

Beatrice laughs quietly but nods, “Okay, let me just-” it takes some time for him to let her go, almost as if his arms were covered in velcro, keeping Beatrice on his lap and only releasing her when she gave him a warm look, “How are you going to see it if you don’t let me go?”

Cue the Bradley pout that she adored so much.

She cups his face in her hands to kiss the said pursed lip twice, humming softly when he moves his head forward in hopes to keep the lip lock but his wife managed to break free. Rooster sighs heavily, his eyes so dark and deep that she was sure they’d swallow her whole as he kept looking, “This brings back some memories.”

“Hm?”

“From our first time together,” he leans back against the bed, keeping himself upright with his arms while he follows her small hands moving on the knot that kept the robe closed, slowly,slowly, pulling it apart, ‘....but it’s better now.”

“Is it?” she felt confused by that sentence, furrowing her brows a bit, “How so?”

He drags his eyes down to her hands, the movement making the bottom of the robe shift asn show more of her thighs to his hungry gaze, “You are a lot more confident now, not that,” he hitches a breath seeing even more skin, “Back then wasn’t nice, it was great but I could see how much you struggled…and now, holy fuck you are even sexier than before.”

Beatrice’s cheeks flush under his compliments, robe no longer closed by the strip of cloth but by her arms instead as she crosses them over her bust, “Am I?”

“‘Am I?’” the high notes of Rooster trying to mimic her voice was enough to break the sultry persona she was slowly building, cupping her mouth with a hand to hide her laugh, “I mean,I don’t know but, there’s something so nice seeing you being…you, but just a better you. You still have issues mentally,baby,I know…but I know how much,back then, you had no idea how to do this for me.”

And he was right, the Christmas surprise was the beginning of it all, since then she just got bolder and bolder…and it helped because Rooster was always so vocal about it…

Plus the fact her husband’s libido was always high helped as well, when it came to her.

“Well,I can say that your influence was very…” she looks to the side in hopes to find a word, cocking her hip to the left and making the ends of her robe rise higher on her thigh, showing more skin which in turn snaps Rooster’s gaze to her legs, ‘...appreciative.”

“Oh I love appreciatin’ you.” he coos, starting his gaze from her small painted toes to her knees then finally to the expanse of her thighs that weren’t hidden by the robe, “You know there’s nothing better than…me lookin’ at you.” his brain short circuits when the upper part of the robe drops just enough to pool by her elbows, finally exposing the dark brown bra and the beautiful lace on it, “...oh I love lace on you.” she laughs, her breasts bounce and Rooster feels like he’s choking on air, “Lemme have a better look.”

“A ‘better’ look?”

“Yes,I need you to come closer.” he coos and she obliges, with her smile widening, “Closer.” a few more steps, “Cloooser.” Beatrice squeaks in surprise when he latches his arms around her again, but this time he places her on the bed, the robe finally falling open and exposing her torso to his eyes.

Rooster’s whisky eyes move all over, from her flush that went down her neck to her chest, then to her breasts - there were tiny flowers on it too, just like her past bras were - and to the tiny shiny stone in the middle of the small bow that finished the top as if she was a gift ready to be unwrapped, “...oh baby, this is,” he laughs breathily, finally stopping his gaze at the thong.

It was small.

Smaller than the ones she usually wore.

And boy was he excited.

“...this is…?”

He huffs a quiet, disbelieved laugh, ‘This is going to be my absolute ruin. Are you happy?” she couldn’t help but laugh at him because he looked like a mix of pure lust and worry at the same time. Rooster however, couldn’t stay staring for long since they had a lot of things to do, ‘...okay,so, we need to be quiet.” he straightens himself on top of her, pulling his shirt off and smiling when he pulls the sleeves down his arms as her eyes were busy following every dip and curve of his body.

Beatrice was trying to pay attention on his words, she really was, but his happy trail was just pointing to his pants in such a lovely way she couldn’t not look,right? But when she sees his body move on top of her and his hands land on each side of her face, she turns her eyes up to meet his, her lips mirrorin his own smile, “Did you hear what I said?” he asks with a flick of his brow.

“About being quiet?” she inhales sharply when one of his hands trail down her neck towards the valley of her breasts, pushing each globe apart when he settles his huge palm between them, “Y-Yes.”

“Can you be quiet?”

“I-I can.”

“Are you sure?” he teases, tilting his head at her and dragging the hand from the middle to her covered left breast, running his finger on a slow, lazy circle where her nipple was. Beatrice whimpers feeling the pressure of his touch and the bra’s texture against her skin, being only able to nod in silence because her husband was infuriating sometimes. Rooster smirks, biting his lower lip for a few seconds before he leans down, sliding his hands under her back and quickly finding the latch that kept her bra closed.

The movement was enough to make Beatrice’s body arch, which in turn brought the valley of her breasts close to his mouth and so he kissed her skin again, wet open mouthed kisses against her feverish flesh as she tried to comprehend what was happening. A little moan, maybe too loud for comfort broke out of her and Rooster smirked, “Shush.” He orders gently and Beatrice bites both of her lips to keep her voice down.

She is almost sweating and he barely touched her.

Rooster still has his mouth on her when he pulls the bra off her body, tossing it somewhere in the room before he drops his eyes to her breasts. He softens his gaze seeing they were a bit red in some areas from the breastfeeding but it wasn’t as bad as it was before, “...I’ll be gentle.” he whispers against her skin, meeting her gaze, “Okay?”

Her smile was thankful as she nodded, “...okay,Roos.”

Bradley kissed her chin before his attention was back at her breasts, kissing around the nipples instead so she wouldn’t be so hurt albeit her skin was very sensitive. He didn’t spend too long on her chest, as much as he wanted to, deciding to drag his lips and teeth down her rib cage and her stomach.

She had a few extra stretch marks in there, not as much as she thought she’d have but enough to…notice it. But Rooster didn’t care, in fact he kissed and nuzzled her tummy, especially because of the special beings growing inside, but also because he was glad she was in a much better headspace when dealing with her body.

Which was a bonus for him too.

Bradley kneels out of the bed, caressing the expanse of her thighs and smiling up at her once she lifts her head enough to meet his eyes. He brings his index finger to his lips, then goes ‘sshh’ with a wink before he takes hold of her thong - that thing was so tiny it almost disappeared in his grasp - and gently pulls it out of her body. A string of fluid breaks when it’s finally out,” Already?”

“A-Are you surprised?”

“Mmm,” he gently brushes his fingers over her folds and Bea sucks in a breath with her fists clenched by her sides. His index and middle finger gently pry her lips open and push inside, while keeping his body straight so he could see her reactions, “I’m not but,” he moves them a bit further and her hips twitch. Beatrice has to bite her lower lip hard when he moves his hand in a circle, spreads his fingers while still inside and almost cries when he goes even faster inside of her, “It’s always nice to know.”

“R-Roos!”

“Sssh,” he repeats, “Quiet, remember gorgeous? Can you be quiet for me?” she clenches her eyes, digging her fingers into the mattress but she nods, “Good girl, best girl.” he coos, kissing the inside of her thigh as he lowers his face towards her groin, keeping his fingers inside, “My girl.”

And he just turns his hand up instead of removing the digits before his tongue touches her clit. Beatrice whimpers, having to grab one of the pillows and put on her face because there was no way she’d be able to keep quiet when he was using his tongue and he knew it too…he was smirking, she could feel from the way his mustache was touching her that he was more than pleased by what was going on.

His chin is touching his knuckles and part of her outer lips with how close his face is right now, but he doesn’t stop, matching speeds with his tongue and fingers just because he can feel she’s trying her hardest to keep herself quiet. He peeks up at her, her chest moving up and down quickly and she has to pull the pillow down every now and again to breathe - which makes a quiet mewl escape her mouth when she does so and she immediately slaps a hand over her mouth.

Bradley chuckles and the hot breath of his laughter hits her right on the bundle of nerves, her eyelids shivering and tears slide down her eyes already, she wasn’t going to last long. In fact, when her husband pushes his face harder against her groin - and she feels his mustache tickling the flushed flesh her arm immediately drops to the bed, “Br-Brad!” she squeaks, then placing a fist on top of her forehead while her other hand cups her mouth again, her eyebrows furrowing because what was she going to do?

He gets faster, she can feel the pressure building and more tears sliding out of her eyes. The wind outside howls with intensity, the snow moving wildly and the cabin appears to turn even warmer when that happens…or it was her body that was just hot all over. Her orgasm comes with full force, her eyes rolling back as the hand that once was on her forehead latches onto the sandy strands to keep him there.

His happy groan was more than enough to make her body shake like a leaf during fall. Beatrice’s heavy breathing as she tries to control her heart was the only thing he could hear…well that and the sound of him licking his fingers clean, “See?’ he asks once he pops his middle finger off his mouth, “Was that so bad?”

“You are…” a deep inhale, “Cruel.”

“Oh I’m absolutely merciless.” he counters back, biting her thigh playfully before looking out at the large glass doors on the other side of the room, whistling quietly, “Damn, that’s gonna be a mess tomorrow.” the brunette below him blinks, then tilts her head just enough to see the amount of snow piling up on the balcony, “Good thing the windows are strong and the floors are warm…hopefully it won’t be as bad during New Years.” he looks back down just in time to see her body, while still shivering, was angled in such a way he’d see the perfect hourglass shape and some of her ass.

He smirks, brushing his hand over the plump flesh before he swoops down to slap it, Beatrice swallows her yelp and then glares at him, ‘Roos!”

“What? It’s your ass!”

“You are so mean!” she sounds mad but she is really happy, just swatting his shoulder, “And you are still dressed…so…I think there’s something else going on,right?”

“Dressed?” he furrows his brows, stepping away from the bed to unbutton his jeans, tilting his head at her, pushing the pants to his ankles alongside his underwear, “Who’s dressed? Clearly not me?’

Beatrice’s eyes fall on his member, that bobbed happily at the attention “...you know…I don’t think I ever told you how pretty your dick is.” she mutters, pushing herself to the center of the bed so he could climb on it and get comfortable, member still up in attention, beautifully flushed, “You know?”

“I mean,I’ve been complimented a lot.” he coos, running the back of his hand against her sternum down to her chest, “And somehow hearing you find my dick pretty is a first. Not that I’m complaining,you know?”

Beatrice purses her lips, pushing his chest down and smirking at him once he’s comfortable, “You shouldn’t,because everything on you is pretty.” he flushes immediately, the apples of his cheeks turning that pretty shade of coral. She loved when he blushed even more when she is the one who made him feel such a way. “...well,” she looks down at his member and then back at him, “Now it’s your turn.”

“Hm?”

“To be quiet.”

He breathes in quietly, folding his arms behind his head as he gets comfortable, the side of his mouth quirking in a smirk, “Is that so?” He watches her warming up her hands - his heart melting because she doesn’t want him to be cold and she’ll obviously use her hands - “And how will we manage tha-” his eyes snap on Beatrice lubricating her hands…with her saliva. But of course she’s more classy than spitting it out at a distance like she’s at a competition, no she brings her hands close to her mouth and spit on her palms, “...that’s cute and also hot, holy shit.”

“Is it?” she asks sweetly, moving closer to him, “Well.” She wastes no time in taking him in her hand, because she didn’t want him to get cold – even though the room wasn’t cold at all- and because if there’s one thing her relationship with Rooster taught her was that patience was a virtue that could sometimes be ignored when your husband was that attractive. Her favorite thing about him was when his six pack clenched because of the tension, “I’m glad to be of service. Now,” she taps his lips, “Sssh.”

Rooster groans, her hand moved up and down his cock and it wasn’t how he was used to either. She used the tips of her fingers on the flushed head and then spiraled her hand down to the base, repeating the movement was enough to make him see stars behind his eyelids, “Holy- ff-” she smiles at him, hair tumbled to the side, she looked like pure sin incarnate and he couldn’t focus right.

His muscled thighs tensed so much she could see the lines under the skin, she could count almost every single drop of seat that appeared on the surface…”You know,I saw this,” she whispers and somehow that voice was so sultry he just whined quietly, “On a video when I was trying to figure out how to surprise you.” she squeezes the base a bit, her husband breathes out in pain almost, “And I thought, ‘oh I never did that’ and I watched,” her hand goes up, “And watched,” then down, “And watched until I got the hang of it.”

“Holy shit.”

“You are being too loud,babe.”

“I’m going to fuckin’ cum in seconds,Bea.” he gasps, “I don’t fuckin’ care.”

Now part two of her plan…she had to or else she’d chicken out.

She climbs on his lap while still moving her hand, her free limb cupping his face as she meets his eyes, his lips flushed red and he looked ready to explode, “You can’t do that.” she says, keeping the same slow movement, “You can’t cum yet.” his eyes widen when she says so, and his lips move but without words coming out, “It’d be so bad if that happened now.”

“Bea-” another squeeze at the base and every word escaped from him, “...f-fffuck…”

“You can hold a little bit, can’t you?” she coos, angling her lips on the flushed head and moving her hips back and forth, this time a gasp escaped her as well as Rooster’s hands latched on her hips, “Just a little?”

“Fuck…oh God,fuck, just,” he tries to push her down but she’s still as a rock, so he just groans her name,almost begging her to do something.

Beatrice smiles, face red, this type of control wasn’t what she saw on the video but it was…a good start. She just wanted to see his reactions and he seemed to enjoy it greatly. She lets go of him completely to place her hands on his shoulders and slowly let him slide inside. He almost burst out a moan but she slapped her hand over his mouth, his muffled and agonized moan vibrating her palm, “R-Roos…” she whimpers, “N-Not too loud.”

He huffs against her hand, lips dragging against her palm as she slides her hand off so she could hold onto his shoulders, “F-Fuckin’ m-minx…” he stutters, his hair messy and sticking to his forehead and temples because of sweat, “So fuckin’ good to me…” he leans his head back when she moves her hips gently, he was already hilted and he just allowed her to take the reins this time, “...fuck…I love your pussy so much. A-And if it helps,” he smirks, “I think your pussy is so pretty too.”

She giggles, “Thank you.” pressing their foreheads together. It was hard to keep their voices so quiet but it was…a strange type of thrill all over their bodies, the sounds from the outside helped, nothing was out of place, if it was the dogs would have notified them by now…the only thing they could hear was the creaking of the bed and their quiet breathing mingling together.

Beatrice looks down at him, one of her hands moving to his chest for extra support, “R-Roos…”

“Yeah…?”

“You can…go…a bit faster.”

He grunts, already moving his hips at a quicker pace, “I’ll be gentle.” he whispers, “I promise.”

“I know.” she says back, smiling at him, “You never break your promises.”

And his heart felt even bigger than before. He took hold of her hips to give her a bit of a break, not that they’d need one but she was already busy with something else in her body, why not give her that? He watches her breasts bounce, then follows the line of her throat when she tilts her head back, digging her nails on his shoulders.

Both of them were trying so hard to keep quiet and it was almost funny how every now and again a mewl or a groan came out and they had to remember their plans. No sound…but it was hard when the skin to skin contact got louder, so all Beatrice did was press her forehead against his and meet his eyes, rubbing her thumb over his lips and trying her best to keep her voice down, “R-Roos…I-I lo-love you…” she whispers choppily and he smiles so bright.

He’s as bright as the sun, melting whatever snow was around the house and kissing her thumb, ‘I love you too,gorgeous.” he digs his hands into her hips, “So f-fuckin’ much- I’m not gonna last long.” he cuts his proclamation of love suddenly with his brows furrowing and mouth hanging open, “Oh fuck,Bea…w-where, where??”

She was too close to her own orgasm to answer, but she knew what he was talking about. Beatrice gasped once her orgasm hit, curving against him and letting him thrust upwards repeatedly until he couldn’t stop himself anymore, pulling out of her just in time to explode against her thighs and stomach…and a little bit on her chest.

They stay closed together as they try to calm down from their high, Rooster keeping her close to him and Beatrice enjoying his warmth with her body shivering, “...t-that was…re-really good.” she whispers, “Really good…”

“Yeah…holy shit.” he thunks his scalp against the headboard and groans with the last of his aftershocks, “Ow.”

Her head snaps up instantly,”What?”

“Hit my head.” he snorts, one hand coming up to rub the sore spot gently, “I’m okay though…we better take a bath or a shower…because I’m starting to get cold.”

“...you know what, you are right.” she slowly climbs off of him, allowing him to stand from the bed and offer her his hand. She squeaks when he picks her up bridal style and rushes to the bathroom, “Roos!”

“No sound rule is broken the second we get into the shower.” he smirks, “Deal?”

Beatrice takes a while to reply,but her cheeks turn red and she says ‘...deal.”

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fnaflucasverse · 3 months ago

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Hey! I hope this isn't too out of nowhere, but I’m really curious about your dynamic between Lucas and the Fifth Child. It definitely seems /much/ more tense compared to the other ghost kids, especially concerning the guards — related, is Lucas around in person during CaBaMS? (as an aside, your renditions of the character designs are great! do you have any favorite design notes from them?)

first of all, please don't worry about asking me anything about lucasverse! i know ive been on a sort of. spontaneous hiatus for a while (school... [shakes fist]) but i promise i am still working on things i want to post at some point! also you must be psychic or something because how did you know i wanted an excuse to mention my lucasverse CAbaMS wip??? (well i renamed it ComWS. little exercise for you to figure out what it stands for) but to answer your question: yes, he definitely is!

and thank you for asking about lucas and faith! their dynamic has always been very interesting to think about. they parallel each other in a way: they're both caught between their love of their old friends and their love of mike; both aware of the pizzeria's dark past but unable (or unwilling) to speak about it; both trapped in time in 1987 but still growing older. it's really their interactions with jeremy that forces a stark split between them, and, like you said, makes faith and lucas's relationship very tense...

to elaborate on how they see each other, i'll speak on it from both perspectives.

LUCAS does, to a point, see faith in a very patronizing way. he both treats her like an adult—considering faith has quite literally been grafted into the body and mind of mike, an adult, and gains a sense of maturity from it—and like a child at the same time, because she is still a child in appearance and behavior. as i said before, faith and lucas are both stuck in time: lucas is physically and behaviorally an adult, but a part of his mind will always be back in 1987.

this leads to him not quite resolving where to stand when it comes to the people he knew before. he is the ghost children's playmate, but he's also their guardian. he is mike's co-worker and supervisor, but he is also (or he tries to be) mike's trusted friend. likewise, faith is both a peer to lucas, but also someone who needs to be protected like the other children, someone who doesn't really know the consequences of her own actions.

this is why lucas tolerates faith's friendship with jeremy, despite personally loathing him. lucas believes faith is just... misguided. she's been "taken in" by jeremy's lies and mission and will no longer listen to actual reason; the only way is for faith to see jeremy's true colors for herself. in the meantime, lucas will just try to protect the others, and maybe, if he plays his cards right, makes good on his deal with the marionette... maybe lucas can save them all, before it's too late.

FAITH sees lucas in a similar way, as she does their friends: misguided, scared, grieving, his anger misdirected. faith worries about lucas just as much as she believes that jeremy is a good person, that jeremy wants to do what's best for everyone, that jeremy can be trusted. but she trusted someone like him before, and... well, look how that turned out.

she knows what lucas thinks about jeremy, what lucas made their friends think about jeremy, and, sometimes, she feels like a traitor; she worries constantly if she's doing the right thing for anyone. although, maybe she was always a traitor at heart. faith's first dying act was to help mike. nothing in that has changed. maybe if she stays her course, she'll prove lucas (and herself) wrong. maybe if she was right about mike, she can be right about jeremy.

faith desperately clings to what's left of her optimism the way lucas clings to his past: it's slipping out of their fingers and cynicism takes over, despair and the desperate need for something to change for the better, someone to just help them keep this sinking ship afloat. it's just, well, no one will listen to reason.

here's the thing about lucas and faith: they care so deeply about their friends and family. and this care can come at the cost of anyone outside the circle of people they love, and that love can be so strong it suffocates and blinds. who is right, lucas or faith? i know the answer, but you will have to wait a while. they'll get their moments in ComWS!! i have a specific scene in mind...

anyway to round this all up! my favorite design notes hmmmm...

lucas and 1987 darwin have similar hairstyles

the badge lucas wears is vincent's. yes, with his name still on it. you decide what it says about lucas

i just like that violet looks like her mom!

i feel like that's all i can remember off the top of my head! there's still characters i have yet to draw/post so hm hm maybe this list will expand! but i better cap this off before i start writing novels in here. if you're reading this, thank you for entertaining me, feel free to ask follow-up questions, like, subscribe, etc etc 💀 i love you good morning good afternoon good evening good night

perry's panther tattoo. also her and panther's matching toothy grins

oh and 1987 lucas's arm cast! i've been drawing him with one since at least 2017. nothing really special of note but idk i just am fond of it

#parlourverse au #fnafparlour #fazmail #lucasverse lore #char: lucas #char: faith

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countrymusiclover · 1 year ago

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40 - The Saltzman Merge

Part 41

Family is More than Blood

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Klaus, Caroline and I had hitched our asses on the nearest plane we could get on to get back to Mystic Falls. Caroline had called Alairc and told him what was apparently happening at the school. Klaus slammed the brakes on the car and we all vamped inside the old boarding house. “What are we going to do?”

“You need to take your magic back for starters.” Klaus glanced down at me since I was standing right beside him.

Rolling my eyes at my husband I snapped. “I already told you it’s not going to happen, Klaus.”

“You’ve been through the merge with your brother. It nearly killed you both mentally and physically. And now Elizabeth and Josette are facing the same curse. So you’re telling me you are going to sit back and watch where either one of them will be dead when this is over.” Klaus growled in my face when I lifted my head up to his.

Crossing my arms over my chest I scoffed at him. “Klaus, even if I wanted to do something to stop it. I can’t. They are twins.”

“And if non twins merge then things go bad.” The three of us turned our heads hearing someone else entering the room we were in. Footsteps came around the corner revealing my brother Jacob with Hayley and Andrea.

Caroline looked between our group. “That’s why Luke died when he faced Kai. So what is our plan to stop Dark Josie?”

“I don’t know, Care. Let’s just pray that the kids have a plan already in place.” I shrugged my shoulders looking at my friend.

Caroline ran her hands through her hair vamping out of the room. “I’m going to find Ric and I’ll meet up with later.”

“Jacob, please convince your sister to take her magic back and stop Dark Josette.” Klaus whipped his head around pointing a finger at my twin brother.

Jacob raised his hands up. “Klaus, It’s her decision. And like she said we can’t fight Josie on our own. Only the Saltzman twins can change their fate.”

“Hope came up with a plan B. But it involves them still having to merge.” Andrea stepped away from her parents.

I gasped feeling a tightening in my chest at hearing that horrible reality. I spun on my feet rushing into the nearest office room slamming the wooden door behind me. Gripping the desk I sucked in a sharp breath picturing Jacob's body laying on the dirt ground in front of me. “Rae, Rae, hey are you okay?”

“J…I'll be fine. I just need a minute.” I shake my head, closing my eyes tightly. Even though I didn’t have my magic at the moment I felt like I could feel his magic coursing in my veins.

He touched my shoulder. “I know this is traumatic for you. But we won't let them die. Either of them.”

“We can’t guarantee that. And Klaus won't leave me alone about my magic - I won't take it back until I am ready.” I huffed where my brother turned me around to face him.

He pulled me into his chest holding me as close as he could. “Ssh I've got ya, Raelyn. He will understand your reasoning at some point. Now we can do our best to convince Josie to not kill Lizzie. And I'll be there for you through it all.”

“Thank you, J.” I sniffed through some tears removing my fingers from clinging onto the fabric of his shirt after we broke the hug.

Jacob and I left the office seeing Ethan and Missy standing in the hallway arguing over something. “Ethan, you have to go.”

“I am not going anywhere, M & M.” He said back to her.

My third daughter huffed, throwing her hands up. “Ethan, this is a dangerous family situation. I don’t want you to get hurt in the crossfire.”

“I don’t want to leave because after I do I’ll forget everything. That isn’t right. We are supposed to be together as a couple.”

Missy raised her hand threatening him. “E, I can compel you to leave in case you forget. If you won’t go willingly and accept that I am doing this to protect your human life.”

“As your boyfriend I should be by your side for whatever dangers you face. I am not leaving, Melissa!” Ethan snapped at her before we heard some screams coming from the gym.

Jacob and Missy vamped in the direction of the gym. Ethan and I shared the same look before I clasped his hand in mine and vamped him into the gym with us. “She’s right that it's dangerous but we can just compel you later.”

“Well, my selfish sister didn't show up. Who am I gonna kill? Should it be... vampires? Maybe witches? How about some werewolves?” Entering the gym room I saw everyone in the school standing around a ring with Josie dressed in all black.

Hope, Alina and Missy all looked at Andrea before they all ran forward and launched themselves in the air and over the ring railing. The four of them did backflips landing in the center of the ring, down on one knee until they slowly rose challenging her. “Why not try all three?”

“Hope, you wait. Jackson whatever happens keep Xavier out of danger.” Alina looks over her shoulder at her werewolf husband holding theif infant son ti his chest outside the ring pit.

Andrea raised her hands blasting Josie who was glaring at the four of us. “Immobilus.”

“Real mature, Drea. Regelo.” Josie whispered, snapping her fingers, unfreezing herself.

Josie throws her hand forward and launches the three other girls against the ring railing. Missy grunted, forcing herself to her feet and casting a spell on her cousin. “Tenebris lapsus.”

“Ah!” Josie groans holding her head throwing her on the harsh floor where Missy called out to Alina who was behind her.

Alina clasped Andrea’s hand in hers siphoning off of her for more power than she could create on her own, especially since she was still recovering from giving birth a few days ago. “Lecutio maxima.” She hits Josie with an electric bolt of energy knocking her down onto her back.

“Phasmatos Incendia circulum.” Josie throws a fire spell surrounding the three witches until Hope climbs over the railing and undoes the spell.

“Inteo bulla…” Hope snaps her fingers creating a boundary spell around everybody outside the ring. Josie throws a blast of red energy yet she throws one back that was a strength of blue energy. The pair fought against one another but the Saltzman siphon was stronger using dark magic, throwing the two into their own separate corners.

“You're not even fighting back.” Josie grumbled under her breath.

Hope stands beside her sister’s and cousin in the opposite corner. “Neither are you. I know that you're in there, Josie.”

Josie launched her hand forward, throwing a fireball at her. “Give it up, Hope. What's it gonna take to get it through to your thick wolf skull that I'm Josie now? Incendia!”

Hope jumps out of the way quickly as possible and gets back in a fighting stance against her. “You are not Josie. I know that you think she's weak, but I know the truth... she's strong. You're strong. No one could shoulder the burdens that you carry. And you're always there for your friends when they need you. So, please, Jo, we really need you right now.”

“Enough of this drivel! What are you waiting for? kill the Tribrid.” The necromancer declared getting in Josie’s face.

Josie leaned against the ring railing. “Shut up. Everybody, shut up!…Hope?”

“Jo, is that you?” Hope gasped in relief.

Yet Josie’s eyes turned black again, raising her hand and lifting Hope up in the air over part of the ring that had wooden sticking out of it. “Did you really think that you'd be the one that would bring out my good side? Ascendo. So, any last words for your tombstone?”

Hope grunts nervously looking at me and her father. “I know you're in there, Josie. Fight.”

“I should have mentioned this earlier. But black really isn't your color.” Whipping my head around I heard Lizzie’s voice from behind me, seeing she was siphoning MG saving Hope from falling on the stake wood.

Josie dropped her hand. “You're late to your own funeral.”

“No. I am right on time to kick your ass.” Lizzie declared to her twin, making everyone cheer in the crowd. Lizzie and Josie entered the center of the ring with the rest of us standing on the outer edges.

“Sanguinem generis fiantus. Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus. Sanguinem desimilus,

sanguinem generis fiantus. Sanguinem desimilus... “ Lizzie and Josie cut their hands and intertwined hands chanting the spell.

MG asked, looking at all the Mikaelson’s. “Is she winning?”

“We won't know until one of them wakes up.” I clasped my brother's hand tightly in mine.

It was a few more minutes of the twins chatting until they gasped and their bodies collapsed to the floor hard. The gym door bursts open revealing Alaric and Caroline rushed forward holding each twin in their laps. “Oh my god!” Caroline gasped through tears sobbing until Josie opened her eyes and she got to her feet.

It was a few hours afterward and everyone else in the school except for our little group knew that Lizzie was in fact still alive. Everyone had gathered inside the office and the second Lizzie had suddenly awoken on the long couch. She frantically looked at me. “Where’s Josie?”

“She’s alive and she thinks she won. Hope had a plan B thankfully that Andrea explained to me after the Merge ended.” I answered the blonde standing by my husband.

“The potion she made wasn't just to keep your mind separate from Jo's. It linked your life to Landon's temporarily. So when you died, he died, too. But since he's immortal, you came back when he did.” MG went in to explain more.

Alaric sat down with his daughter on the couch. “Hope thinks we can get Josie back.”

Lizzie asked. “How?”

“That's where your boy MG came in the clutch.” Kaleb high fixed him.

MG focused on the siphon witch. “I helped Hope do an old-fashioned vampire head dive. That's why you had to go through with the Merge. Hope needed Josie to be vulnerable. Josie's shields were down, so I sent Hope into Josie's mind. And then I juked her out of there before anybody knew what we were doing.”

“Why didn't anyone tell me?” Lizzie raised a brow.

Alaric answers her question. “Hope couldn't risk Josie figuring out the plan when the two of your minds melded in the Merge.”

MG shrugged his shoulders smiling. “Plus, we knew you weren't gonna run away for real. Heroes save the day, even when it's hard, right?”

Lizzie put the pieces together looking at me and Klaus. “So... Hope's in Josie's mind?”

“Yes she is but there’s more than that.” I glanced over to Alaric who unlocked a secret space that was hidden behind the bookshelf in the headmaster office. The door creaked open showing Hope sleeping in the position of sleeping beauty from the Disney movie. “She unfortunately won’t wake up yet and we don’t know why.”

Klaus instructed the blonde Satlzman. “Elizabeth until she returns no one outside of this room can know you are alive.”

“But what if Hope never comes back?” Lizzie questions very concerned.

Holding my husband’s hand I eyed Nik who didn’t bother answering her question, not having any answer that wouldn’t frighten her. “If she doesn’t come back in time. We will come up with another plan. It is not something to worry about for now.” She nodded where I focused my attention back on one of my oldest daughters.

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jadedandconfusedao3 · 11 months ago

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“How can I serve you, Master?”

The man’s voice rumbled, deep and resonant.

He was standing nonchalantly in the centre of Hermione’s laboratory, wearing a dark charcoal, military-style coat that fell open to reveal a brocade green waistcoat. Her eyes travelled upward over the neatly buttoned black shirt and the swirling silver and green tie. When she finally reached his face, he was already staring intensely at her, his bewitching dark eyes feeling like they could see right into her soul. He was a stunning creature, made of high cheekbones and softly curling black hair.

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat and pleasure pooled low in her stomach. The man’s eyes widened slightly, and a smile stretched over his lips as he watched her reaction.

This is impossible.

“Who are you?”

He shifted, to rest his weight on one leg, casually putting one hand in his trouser pocket. A gesture of indifference. “You can call me Varek.”

Hermione glanced quickly back at the lamp where it lay cold and dormant on her lab table. It was hard to believe only moments earlier, that it had exploded filling the room with black smoke and the acrid stench of burning. She’d had to cast Verula in order to avoid choking on it and even now, tufts of it remained hugging the corners of the room, casting shadow on the dark tile.

She crossed her arms in front of her.

“Fine. What are you?”

He licked his lips and tilted his head. “Your slave.”

Her breath caught and she tried to tell her traitorous body to fuck off, but his gaze travelled down her figure to where her thighs had tightened and smiled again. This man, Varek, was far too canny for his own good. It was as if he saw through every move and every word. The whole situation was ridiculous. Was she really supposed to believe that this well dressed man came out of a lamp?

Her mouth tightened into a hard line. “You know what I mean. Are you a genie?”

He brought up his free hand to pick at an invisible spot of lint on his collar as he sighed. “I prefer the term ifrit. I find the anglicised version ‘genie’ so crass, don’t you?”

Huffing out an irritated sigh, she continued, “And I suppose you are going to give me three wishes.”

He tilted his head down and looked up at her through his long lashes. “If that is what you require.”

What she required was information, not speculation and hearsay.

Hermione’s parents had taken her to see the movie Aladdin in the summer of 1993. A delayed showing at some dilapidated cinema, since she had missed the main release. It had seemed so ridiculous to her at the time. She knew that magic didn’t and couldn’t work that way.

This man was an impossibility and it irked her to be proven so wrong.

“Are you going to tell me I can’t wish for more wishes, for anyone to fall in love with me or to bring anyone back from the dead?” She counted them off on her fingers in a mocking tone.

Varek barked out a laugh and closed the two steps between them, his eyes roving over her. “Why on earth would I tell you that? Whatever you wish is my command.”

She held out a hand, her palm facing toward him as he came to a stop directly before her. He leaned forward until it was pressed flush against his hard chest. That was unexpected. She had thought he might be incorporeal but the muscle beneath her hand was definitely real. Real and warm and hard.

“Do I have to make a wish to make you do what I say?” she asked breathlessly.

He was close. This was ridiculous. Get it together Hermione. You’re not a child, and he’s just a man. You’ve bedded plenty of them. They’re always disappointing no matter how attractive or intelligent they are. But that was the thing, wasn't it? This man seemed to be attractive and intelligent and the way he said Master made her shiver to her very toes. Her body continued to ignore her.

All the men she had dated before, kept asking for things and never listened, leaving her feeling annoyed, irritable and profoundly unsatisfied. The only one who had come marginally close had been Michael Corner. She dated him a little over a year ago and whilst he was able to keep up with her in lively academic debate, that turned into furious kisses and tugs on his long dark hair. That was as far as the fire went. As soon as his lips were on hers, his hands went soft, and his words turned gentle, and it wasn’t enough.

Varek got down on his knees in front of her and spread his arms in supplication.

“That depends on what it is you want,” he hummed.

This man, this creature, knew exactly what to say to her. She stepped forward leaning down to cup his chin, words ready on the tip of her tongue — Continue on Ao3

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gumnut-logic · 2 years ago

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Scott glared at his brothers.

Virgil, John and Gordon stood in a line on the comms room hardwood floor all looking straight ahead as if they were in a military inspection. Which was particularly odd since only one of them had ever been in said military.

Hell, even his grandmother was ramrod straight next to them.

Scott was absolutely beside himself. Still dressed in his uniform, complete with its coating of mud, he had no doubt that his appearance was anything but reassuring to the brothers standing in front of him.

Not that he cared. This was beyond it all.

This was so ludicrous that it was hard to even suspect Gordon as the culprit.

Though he was still the most likely despite his arm being in a sling.

Scott eyed his fish brother. He had a scratch above one eyebrow that hadn’t been there when Scott left this morning.

But then a lot was different on Tracy Island since he left this morning.

The most obvious difference was the Thunderbird stuck at an angle where the pool was supposed to be.

His ‘bird was shining in the late afternoon light, her silver hull gleaming as she sat at a sixty-degree angle just beyond the balcony, her wings gouged into the concrete of the patio.

Virgil shifted where he stood on his crutches and Scott felt the briefest flash of guilt at making him stand there. His engineer brother had been grounded for the last week with a broken ankle, along with Gordon and his broken arm. Which is why Scott had been in Two today with the currently guilt free Alan.

His youngest brother stood off to one side, apparently caught between shock and relief that he wasn’t to blame.

“I’m waiting for an explanation.” For several things.

The room still reeked of burnt furnishings. Whatever had happened in the kitchen had left it black and under a haze of smoke that had infiltrated the villa.

As if to comment, John sneezed suddenly. His space brother sniffed and screwed up his face before he realised Scott was eyeing him. He, too, was standing on crutches, something he wasn’t doing this morning.

And still no-one said anything.

Not even Grandma, and honestly that was a kicker.

“Gordon-“

“What are you looking at me for?”

Scott shot him a flat stare. “History.”

“Hey, the last time I borrowed One, I brought her back in one piece.”

“Complete with Eau de Polecat!”

“That does not automatically put me at fault. Besides this was an emergency.”

Scott blinked. A little progress. “And?”

But Gordon clammed up and went back to staring at the portraits on the far side of the room, every bit the WASP Lieutenant Tracy he actually was.

Scott turned to John, his ever-faithful source of relevant information.

“J-“

“I’m sitting down.” His space brother turned and crutched his way past Scott and into the sunken lounge without another word.

Scott stared after him.

“Honey, are you feeling okay?” His grandmother followed John and began fussing over him and his leg, both completely ignoring Scott.

What the-?

“How. Did. This. Happen?!” Okay, so he might be yelling just a little, but the cause was sufficient. He turned to his trusted first. His best friend. His brother. His Virgil.

Said brother was looking rather pale. “Virgil?”

Sad, dark eyes looked up at him. “I wanted to make you popcorn.”

-o-o-o-

Virgil was frustrated. Virgil was always frustrated when he was grounded and today sported no reason to change that attitude.

Worse, he had had to watch Scott take his ‘bird out to a mudslide. His big brother was not a fan of flying Two, but since Virgil had a busted ankle and Gordon an equally busted arm, that was the deal today.

To top it all off, mudslides sucked big time and Scott and Alan would likely come home exhausted, especially since two of their brothers were currently unavailable to assist.

So, to help just that little bit, he had spent the last couple of hours hobbling around the kitchen slapping together something that could be considered a relaxing meal for that evening, vetoing any chance of Grandma getting into the kitchen and destroying stomach linings.

It helped that Grandma was in Wellington with Kayo.

To top it off, Virgil had put together an apple pie, Scott’s favourite. He had also made sure there was a bucket of triple chocolate ice cream in the freezer for Alan – one that he had stashed away for emergencies just like this.

The last thing on his list was to make some candy popcorn for the squirt and put some kernels aside ready for popping later so they would be nice and warm for the movie.

He was in the process of heating the oil when Gordon burst into the room as if out of nowhere.

Virgil dropped a spoon.

Damn sandshoes were silent.

“Hubert’s dying!”

“What?” His back creaked as he picked up the piece of cutlery.

“Hubert, the albatross that collided with the window and broke his wing.”

“What albatross?” The oil began to smoke a little so he turned the heat off. His Gordon radar was at full alert – this would likely take a while.

“Yesterday? Upstairs? How did you not hear that?” A blink. “Okay, it was five am. You don’t exist before ten, I’m sorry.” The sarcasm was dripping and a little caustic. “Regardless, Hubert has gone limp and I think he’s dying, Virg. Help me please.” The accompanying clasped hands, reminiscent of either prayers or vigorous begging, complete with a sling that wasn’t doing what it was supposed to, were a little over the top.

“Okay. Fine. Show me the patient.” He reached over and nudged the broken arm back into its sling while Gordon glared him.

“Hurry up.”

Virgil grabbed his crutches and followed Gordon to the stairs before darting sideways and thumbing the elevator doors open.

“Okay, fine, hop-a-long.” Gordon jumped down the last few steps and hurried into the elevator with Virgil.

He bounced on his heels the entire way to the infirmary level.

Virgil watched his agitation and realised that whatever was wrong with this bird, Gordon had invested himself in it, much like every other injured animal he had dragged home since he had learnt to walk.

Gordon ushered Virgil into the infirmary and to his horror, he found the limp sea bird lying on top of one of the beds. “Gordon, have you heard of hygiene?”

“It’s fine. The sheets are clean. He’s safe.”

Virgil stared at his brother for a split second before rolling his eyes.

But Gordon’s whine drew him into examining the bird, which, considering it was avian, did not comply with the human knowledge Virgil possessed.

“I don’t really know, Gords.” Virgil stabbed at the infirmary’s computer interface, interrogating the net for baseline vitals for an albatross. Hell, he didn’t even know which species.

“It’s a Gibson’s Albatross.” Gordon was stroking the unconscious bird gently with his fingers.

This was not the first time, nor was it likely to be the last time Virgil found himself in this situation, though the species did vary. As always, his answer was. “I’m sorry, Gordon. You need a qualified vet.”

“But I set his wing. He should be getting better.” Gordon’s age regressed around animals and tended to break Virgil’s heart in the process.

“I’m sorry, Gordon.”

“For goodness sake, we’re International Rescue!” The plea in his brother’s eyes stabbed right where it hurt.

But then those eyes widened and a light bulb went off above Gordon’s head.

Or it could have been a precursor for the migraine Virgil suddenly knew he was going to end up with.

“No, Gordon.”

“But he’s dying!” Gordon grabbed Virgil by the arm. “It’s our job to save lives.”

“How exactly are we going to get him to the mainland? Neither of us can fly.” Virgil wasn’t going to admit it, but the bird didn’t look like it was going to last long enough for another family member to make it home. “I’m sorry, Gordon.” He was already calculating how to cheer up his little brother.

“No!”

He sighed. It wasn’t as if he wanted the bird to die. Hell, if he was hail and healthy, he would have already put it on Tracy Two and be halfway to Auckland by now. But there was no way he was risking himself or his brother in a plane with a broken limb. Maybe Kayo might get back in time?

But then the inevitable happened. He should have seen it coming.

“We can take Thunderbird One!”

Virgil blinked. “What? No!” God, no, Scott would kill him.

“This is a life, Virgil! What makes a bird’s any less important than a human’s? It’s his life! we have endangered it, and now we aren’t doing anything to help save it? How is that fair?” Gordon’s fists were now clenched at his sides, the sling yet again ignored. Fiery carnelian glared at Virgil. “I can’t do it with my arm, but Thunderbird One doesn’t require feet to operate.” A flicker of his eyelids. “This is on you.”

Virgil stared at his little brother.

A glance at the limp bird on the bed.

Back to Gordon, ever so fiery and passionate.

Virgil reached down, uncurled Gordon’s fist and pulled the sling back into place.

Ten minutes later he found himself doing what he did every time this kind of situation happened.

Thunderbird One launched with Virgil at the helm and Gordon clutching a desperately ill albatross in the back seat.

-o-o-o-

Scott stared at his second eldest brother, the man with whom he trusted so much. Virgil had literally held Scott’s life in his hands on several occasions.

“You borrowed One to take an injured bird to the vet.”

Virgil shifted where he stood. “It was to save a life.”

Scott turned to the lounge and glared at John. “And you let him fly with a broken ankle?”

John returned the glare with equal strength. “Are you kidding me? This is Virgil we’re talking about. I thought One was safer in his hands than yours.”

“What?!”

“It’s not like he’s going to do anything stupid with your ‘bird, is he?”

There were no words, so Scott just gestured in the direction of the pool.

With both hands.

“Yeah, well, probabilities can’t predict everything.”

The flippant, non-answer went straight to Scott’s head and rattled around in there for a moment or two before he chose to file it for later or risk implosion. John was rubbing at his foot and Scott latched onto it to save his sanity. “How did you hurt yourself?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, the kitchen caught fire. Kayo had already been called out again and I was worried about Grandma.”

“And?”

“I tripped.”

“Over what?”

“My own feet! It’s not every day you see Thunderbird One get stuck in the pool!” John glared at Scott. “Cahelium on concrete is very loud.”

Scott stared at him, not willing to face the image those words inflicted on him.

“Why was the kitchen on fire?”

But then something Virgil had said popped into his mind. He couldn’t help it, he rubbed his face with his hand. “Grandma, why didn’t you wait for Virgil to get home?”

“He left the popcorn on the counter, dear, I was trying to help.” Grandma wasn’t looking at him. John’s leg appeared to need a good rub right at this very moment.

John was wincing.

But with that explained, Scott had no choice but to turn back to Virgil, who was still standing clinging to his crutches.

Why hadn’t he sat down? He was ever so very sorry looking and Scott’s heart melted at the edges.

“Virgil, what happened?”

Brown eyes slowly peered up at him.

God, did he really have to deploy that little brother expression. Thunderbird One was down for the count, stuck in the damned pool and the brother responsible wasn’t even letting him stay angry. Goddamnit! How does a thirty-year-old man regress to six-year-old like that? Those eyes were the same eyes Virgil deployed that time he crashed Scott’s bicycle.

As if in answer, something whacked Scott’s thigh.

Ow! “What the hell?”

Looking down he found an extremely large seagull with a bandaged wing glaring up at him. Their eyes met and it squawked.

Very loudly.

“Hubert! What are you doing down here?” And suddenly, there was a race on around the comms room, Gordon chasing the waddling bird as it methodically thumped everyone with its wings, took out a pot plant and to Scott’s horror, one of Dad’s souvenirs. Both toppled with a crash as Gordon continued to chase Hubert around the room.

Alan joined him a moment later.

Part of Scott wanted to yell the building down, but most of him just wanted to know how the hell his ‘bird had ended up stuck halfway into her launch bay.

So, he turned back to Virgil and asked again, perhaps a little louder over the ruckus as the stupid bird scrambled over John in its eagerness to torture everyone.

He approached his brother carefully and placed a hand on each arm. “Virg, what happened?”

“It was an accident. I’m sorry, Scott.”

“That much is obvious. What malfunctioned?”

Brown eyes were suddenly not looking at him.

“Virgil?”

His brother straightened a little. “You have too many damned levers.”

“What?”

He seemed to be saying that a lot today.

“I pushed the wrong lever, okay? It’s on the left on Two and One has it on the right and I yanked on it to slow and the wings deployed. Wrong lever, sorry, okay?”

Scott stared at Virgil, his jaw slowly dropping as his hands lost their grip on his brother and just hovered mid-air beside him. “You used the wrong lever?”

“Yeah, sorry, my bad.” Virgil was looking at his feet. “Can I sit down now?”

Scott’s mouth was still open and he had to force himself to close it. “Sure.” So his voice was a little bit higher than normal…

Virgil didn’t hesitate, clutching his crutches and hurriedly tapping his way over to the lounge.

Behind Scott there was a sudden crash and the sound of breaking glass as both Alan and a bird squawked at the same time.

Scott didn’t turn to look. He just stood staring at his ‘bird, still gleaming in the late afternoon sun, still sticking out of the pool.

His jaw may have dropped just a little again.

But nothing more was said.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #John Tracy #Alan Tracy #nuttyfic reblog #yeah I know its another reblog #cos I haven't written a thing #and this one is worth a laugh after working 9am - 8pm #my life may be perfect but I reserve the right to whinge

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