#silver writes

[silverbrain]

The LADS when you get them flowers

coz men should be given flowers too!

Xavier

On your way back from the association on a breezy evening, you’re stopped at a red light when you spot an old woman selling a few flowers. The bright yellow sunflowers catch your eyes and you find yourself simply unable to look away.

You quickly steer off towards her, and decide to buy them, planning to give them to Xavier. You wonder what he will say, and your heart skips a beat as you imagine the surprise on his face.

You quickly scramble home and double check with Xavier who is waiting on his dinner delivery that he ordered for the two of you.

“Is that who I hope it is?”, Xavier asks from his place on the couch, leaning back to look towards the door. He had hardly moved since he had placed himself there on the sofa with his evening coffee. It was a rare day off that he had and he had found himself in a rabbit hole of conspiracy theory videos. 

“Xavier!! I’m finally free!”, you say cheerfully as you take off your shoes and enter his apartment.

He chuckles. He knows how much you hate the paperwork.

“These are for you”, you say, moving towards him, with your arm outstretched, five bright yellow sunflowers standing tall.

“What?” He looks from your face to the flowers, back to your face. “For me?”

You nod. Xavier laughs softly but he takes them quickly. “Thank you”, he says after a beat, before enveloping you in his arms.

He puts them in a vase, and doesn’t elaborate but you can see the faint blush painting his cheeks. You settle down to have dinner when he brings it up. “You know…”, he begins, “I don’t think I’ve ever been given flowers before…”, he says shyly.

He never gets used to it whenever you pick up random flowers to give him.  

Zayne

Zayne’s eyes widen when you give him the bouquet of flowers, a sophisticated set of pink tulips.

“Happy Doctor’s Day!”, you wish him. He stands there; a bit too shocked to move.

“You…got me flowers for Doctor’s Day?”, he asks, as if you had got him a pet rat instead.

“Yeah! After all, you ARE my favorite doctor”, you say, smiling.

He smiles before leaning in, placing a small kiss on your forehead. “Really? Is that what I am to you? Your favorite doctor? Nothing else?”, he asks, mischievously.

“What else?”, you ponder, a finger dramatically resting against your chin.

"Maybe the funniest person you know?", he questions.

You snort, but it comes out quiet, muffled. "Hmm some days", you shrug.

Zayne laughs, the sound deep in his chest before he holds you close. "Thank you, they're very pretty."

"Are they the only thing that's very pretty?"

"Hmm. What else?", he wonders, copying you dramatically.

"There's a note", you tell him. Zayne raises an eyebrow in question before he unfolds the paper, but you stop him quickly.

"Not....now...later maybe?"

"Why...?", he asks.

"Maybe I'm shy??"

"Why?", he continues, "after all, I'm just your favorite doctor, am I not? There should be nothing in this letter that makes you so shy."

Rafayel

Poor Rafayel had been having a terrible week after he had taken up an art commission with a businessman who couldn't tell blue from purple but insisted on criticizing any sketches Rafayel sent him.

He's been calling you at least five times a day, and even though you've been trying to spend some time with him after work, you wonder if there's anything else you can do to make him feel better.

As you finish talking to him for the second time in an hour, and it’s only 11am, your eyes fall upon the plastic flower decor at the Association and a plan begins brewing in your mind.

Maybe a bouquet would cheer the man up.

On your break you decide to visit the florist by the hotpot place and send off a fat bouquet of oriental lilies with a short note. 'Hang in there fishie. I'll get back to you in no time ♡'

You can't deny you're waiting for your phone to light up in the next hour, and it does. You accept the video call, trying to hide your smile.

"Do you think you can appease me with these?", Rafayel pouts, but it's only playful.

You lean forward and laugh a little. "Is it not working. Oh...", you feign disappointment.

"I didn't say it isn't!!", he replies hurriedly. "It's just...the promise of seeing you soon is only making it harder to stop counting the minutes till I do see you..."

"Well, let these keep you company till then. I sent them with special instructions to take care of the recipient", you reply.

"Wow cutie, you can talk to flowers now?"

When you see him in the studio that evening, the flowers are in a vase right next to him, and he seems to have made some progress with his paintings. He doesn't waste a single moment before wrapping you up in his arms and peppering kisses all over your face.

Sylus

There is no love purer than mine. Sylus's words echo in your head as you walk through Vagrant's Land on the way to the Onychinus Base.

It had been some time since he had said it, but it was making your heart thump as your thoughts returned to the old couple you had met while finding Tobias. They had met so long ago, and they had been together for so long. “I didn’t know what love was before I met her”, the man had said and that had sent your thoughts into a flashback.

You think of Sylus, and you feel your cheeks flush, wondering if there was something you could do for him. As you mount your bike, ready to return, you decide to buy him some flowers. Imagining Sylus with flowers was hard, he was more suited to shiny gems or sleek metals, but his heart sure was soft as a flower.

You take a detour. Standing in the middle of the flower shop, you wonder what kind of flowers he’d like. You had some ideas, but the variety the shop had to offer was making your brain spiral. You finally decide to go with your first choice. You buy three red roses and begin the ride back home, hoping the dumb crow wouldn't tattle before you got there.

Sylus is doing ‘business’ when you get back, but he doesn’t miss the way you hurry a little.

“You’re back kitten? How did everything go?”

“Oh, you know, nothing special”, you reply. “I do have something for you, though” You cross the room quickly, giving him the flowers. He raises an eyebrow from where he’s sitting, unsure.

“Go on, it’s not a trick”, you joke.

Sylus extends his hand to accept the flowers, his fingers brushing yours softly. It builds an anticipation in you, a slight nervousness, but you look at him to find that he seems even more affected.

Sylus opens his mouth to reply, but words fail him. He closes his mouth again and raises his ruby red eyes to meet yours. “You…got these for me, kitten”

“Yup”, you answer.

He stares at them long. “Where did you get them?”

Where?! What kind of question? But before you can reply he’s standing up to wrap his arms around your waist and lift you up, causing a little squeak to escape your lips. “Thank you, dear”, he whispers, oh so quietly before he kisses your hair.

Caleb

You want to surprise Caleb with something when you visit Skyhaven for a friend’s wedding. You don’t tell Caleb you’re visiting, even though he calls you pretty frequently. You just want to see the look of surprise on his face when you catch him off guard.

You bring along a big jar of apple syrup, the special recipe that he likes, but as you type in the address in your phone, you wonder if you could somehow do more. You notice a flower shop close by and decide the colonel’s house needed some flowers to make it a home.

Caleb opens the door and stands there in shock at seeing you. When the initial shock wears off, you present the bouquet of daisies to him shyly. “For you”, you smile.

“Thank you”, he whispers, like it’s so, so precious. He kisses your cheek, then your lips, before he’s kissing all over your face and making you laugh. He’s laughing too, softly, happily.

“The things you do...You make me so happy pipsqueak”.

He takes one flower out to place it in your hair. “There, now we’re matching.”

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

[Something for fun, slightly suggestive at the end, but nothing happens.]

"What do you think about kids?"

Sanji choked on the cigarette smoke he had just inhaled, coughing out the sudden unpleasant inhale of nicotine. He looked as Zoro's neutral expression through watery eyes as he tried to breathe normally.

"First of all, fuck you for that."

Zoro shrugged in response.

"Second of all... I guess kids are fine. I mean, there were those kids on Punk Hazard and then Toko and Otama on Wano. They were good kids. What brought this on out of no where though Moss?"

Zoro looked away for a minute, Sanji following his gaze to the market they were at to see a small family walking together. A little girl holding hands with her mother and father, and she was smiling as she walked between them, talking about whatever was on her mind.

"I guess I just wonder sometimes what it'd be like." Zoro spoke quietly almost hesitantly.

Sanji could feel the smirk on his face soften at those words. He sat closer to the swordsman, leaning on his shoulder as he kept watching the family walk away. It really was a nice thought.

"I know what you mean. To an extent anyway," Sanji agreed, reaching to hold one of Zoro's hands, "sometimes it's nice to imagine what it'd be like."

"Do you think you'd ever want a kid?"

"I don't know, maybe someday. I just hope if it does happen that I don't screw it up. I've been through enough to know that I don't want that for any kid."

"You don't give yourself enough credit, Curls," Zoro murmured, bringing Sanji's hand up to his face to press his lips against it, "You'd be great and I'd be there with you."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Sanji smiled, looking at Zoro as the swordsman smiled back.

"So, as far as having kids... should we start trying for one do you think?" Zoro barely got the question out when Sanji sprung up and kicked him over.

"You barbarian! How crass can you get?!"

"Oh, like you weren't begging me last night for it!"

"Shut the fuck up before I make you, stupid moss!"

"I'd like to see you try, asshole cook!"

The onlookers would see the fight long into the nighttime. Yet the whole time, the swordsman and cook were smiling at each other, even if neither would admit it.

[silverstags]

moonlight sonata (w. turner)

summary - lost at sea, you were found by your husband and love of your life; will turner, captain of the flying dutchman

warnings - death/dying but being brought back to life

masterlist

will turner masterlist

Canons screaming their deadly song, fire dislocating the limbs of your ship from its sacred body. The beak, the mast, until it engulf the waist whole. Your ship scattering across the sea.

A sonata of chaos rang through your ears as you were flown off The Moonlight. That monster of a foreign pirate ship had turned agains’t you, madly wrecking your ship to shreds and leaving you and your crew defenseless against their wrath. A peace treaty, they said.

It didn’t take long for your beloved ship to be doomed to not see another sunrise.

You did not know the last words that slipped passed your lips. In between the screams, commands and howling of anything your team could do to grasp at the strings of your dying beauty.

Then you felt it before the fall. Something so heavy it felt weightless against the side of your temple. You felt the water, the blue of the waves reaching to the sky before the world went dark, the sea engulfing you whole in its hungry reach.

Your heart about to stop as water bedded every corner of your body, a trail of blood following you down—but before your lifeless self could even reach the sand that rested in the depths of the cold sea, the Flying Dutchman took hold of all the bodies sinking around the ship, rising as it did.

~

Captain William Turner settled himself on deck as he scanned the sea, watching the pieces of the boat that was viciously ripped to shreds, float around his own ship. Fear settled in his stomach as he began to regonise the parts, the gilded wood, the stained windows that sea licked to shreds. His mind, bringing them together like a jigsaw puzzle.

His chest began to ache. His eyes wide, shining as it searched for something, anything that could give him the answer he was searching for.

Then his world stopped.

a thousand miles away, in a place only you knew, if you went close enough to the chest lulled by the ocean breeze, you would hear the clear missed beat of his heart.

The neatly curved and gilded plank of wood with golden writing floated neatly and proudly atop the water.

"It’s The Moonlight,” Will clenched the railing so tight his already pale knuckles became whiter. He turned around in a hurry, scanning the mass of bodies that laid between life and death, sprawled across the deck of his ship like freshly caught fish.

If Will’s heart had still been in his chest, he would have felt it beat into his ears and would have almost feel it break—

The arhythmic rythme of his heart echoed across the iron walls of the tripled locked chest.

he saw your sword.

He had made it, he knew it was yours, and the more he looked around the more he began to regonise your crew, and the ache in his heart lit in his body like fire across rum.

Under the mass of wet cadavres, a delicate lifeless hand laid there, sticking out of the pile.

He regonise the ring that layed on your finger, and with quick, sharp movement he pushed anyone that stood on his way to you, only to reveal your cold traits.

"No. No, no, no," he kneeled by your side, "Y/n." He cried, placing his thumb across your cheek.

He rested his forehead against your cold one, slipping a hand over your heart. His tears uncontrollable as he tried to sense a beat, anything that could pull you back to life.

But he could even feel it, your soul was on the rim of travelling to his locker, just like all the people laying around him.

He thought he cried, screamed, he couldn’t know through the ringing in his ear as he closed his eyes and squeezed you as tight as he possibly could against him.

At this very minute he didn’t care. He knew he was being selfish. He knew that maybe this is not what you wanted, but he wasn’t thinking clear. How could he?

Still squeezing your body with his entire strength, wishing you could make one, he took your soul back from the grip of his locker, making you his prisoner.

"Who is this?" A pirate, once a nameless face amongst the crew of Davy Jones, but Will made it his mission to know the names of everyone under his charge, spoke up.

Bootstraps Bill was standing next to the man, a frown creasing between his own brow. He might have missed a lot of things in his son’s life: first words, first steps, the tantrums he’d throw as a child, his first sword fights. Maybe that’s why he decided giving his life to the Flying Dutchman was better than a life on ground, to finally have time with his kid.

But maybe if he had been more present before he would have already seen him cry, and it wouldn’t have taken him by such surprise.

Seeing his son, the strong and fair Captain he had become. The one who had defeated Davy Jones and so many other enemies of the sea, kneeling down before the love of his life’s lifeless body, incontrolable sobs slipping past his lips.

But the man besides Bill had asked a question no one else knew the answer too, and people were starting to whisper about how such a beautiful soul was connected to their Captain.

So he spoke, speaking what he knew to be true; "Captain’s wife."

"Oh. Didn’t know she was a pirate," he spoke with amazement lacing his tone. "She’s real pretty,"

The man did not have time to answer, because they watched in amazement as the cursed ruler of the sea, worked his magic.

You coughed water out, gallons coming out of your lungs, breathing becoming impossible but not lacking. The fog in your eyes dissipated, and just like the last thing your eyes admired as they closed for what was suppose to be the last time, the sky was there, in all its glory the sky created a beautiful halo, perfectly framing him.

His eyes, shinning in their darkness and looking at you like a sailor would look at the world’s greatest treasure.

"Will?" Your body felt like fire under his touch. The feeling like electricity running up and down. Your hand reached for his cheek, brushing the skin that you hadn’t felt in too long.

"What happened?" You asked, breathless as you wiped a tear away with your thumb, gently tucking a strand of his wet hair out the way.

You watched as Will closed his eyes at the contact, he could melt right there and finish his days happy—gods he missed you so much.

"You died-" he sniffed and your face twisted.

"I’m dead?" You questioned the confused look on your face making him slightly laugh. "I’m actually dead?"

"Yes," Will was about to tear up again as he closed you into a hug, kissing your forehead as he did.

"Well I do not feel dead," you frowned. "Is this how you feel?" looking back up to meet his eyes, watching as he gave you a tearful nod. "death is overthought then,” you reassured. "I mean I get to be with my husband, don’t I?" Your voice was soft, and your fingertips softer as you traced his every trait. "I mean—I get to stay with you right? Even though I will be your prisoner? Just do not send me away-"

"Who said I was sending you away, love?" He questioned, and grin filled your lips as you were now inches close to him.

"No one, Captain Turner." You smirked before getting lost in his eyes for the third time. Will did not hesitate to close the gap between your two bodies, pressing his lips yours in a sealing kiss, pulling away just enough to breathe against your lips;

"Welcome aboard Mrs. Turner."

[wizardrockstar]

I can’t stop thinking about grumpy prince! regulus x sunshine knight!reader

-your job is to be all serious, all grumpy looking, to take orders and not say much, but you just can't help it.

-you smile at anything that makes you happy; at a butterfly that would land on the pommel of your sword, at the sight of a painted dog that's been added to a portrait next to their owner.

-you smile when a rainbow is caused by the reflection of the sun against glass, or when a warm breeze washes over your face.

-and while regulus should smile, look happy and confident in the way he holds himself, he just cannot be bothered with it.

-he use to be all smiley as a kid, his mother kept reminding him. But he'd lost his brother and freedom all in the same day, and now he was heir to a throne and everything that came with it. He was told what to wear, what to and not eat at banquets, what to say, how to speak, how to walk.

-so no, regulus doesn't smile.

-he doesn't smile, because his brother abandoned him.

-he doesn't smile or become happy at the mere little thing he sees because everyday he's reminded that he wears the weight of the kingdom on his shoulders.

-he doesn't smile because he has no control over his life

-but you do, and little does regulus know that when he wakes up one morning and his mother assigns you as his personal knight.

[silverstudios]

Your first hibernation (Veldigun Alex fic)

This is me offering this as a peace offer to be forgiven for being an angst gremlin earlier. Enjoy the cuddling.

Alex glanced outside their cave, wings twitching and fluffing up in an attempt to keep warm. It had been…a while since they had left their human form and life behind, a while since they became partners with Clyde and Winfrey, it had been a while since the summer they had by all terms, died and been reborn…

But this was the first time they’ve seen snowfall with these new eyes. 

It looked the same, little white sparkling flakes of ice falling from the sky and coating the grass before them, bringing with it an icy chill and that muffled silence only snowfall could bring. Alex knew all of this, these sights and sounds were nothing new. 

The intense exhaustion that hit them the moment it started to snow, however, was. 

Their eyes felt heavy, their limbs even more so, and it felt like they could just lay down and pass out in a moment's notice. And in some way, they were used to that. It had taken them quite a while to get into a “Healthy” sleeping pattern for a veldigun, and during the morning they had felt in a similar way to how they felt right now. 

Except it wasn’t morning, it wasn’t even sunset- it was about 8pm, this was their time to be awake. 

“Ey.” A chorus of voices familiar to them whistled behind them, and Alex glanced back- just in time for Clyde to put a dead animal in their face. Alex couldn’t even really see what it was- it was too mauled and gorey and they didn’t have their glasses on- but the smell of iron woke them up a little. 

They took it, mouth stretched and tossed the whole thing in, the crunching of bones and flesh a common enough sound now for them not to flinch at them. Clyde rumbled- it always got an ego boost whenever it successfully got Alex or Winfrey to eat- and leaned onto them. It’s tail curled around them both and it glanced up. “Winter’s coming…” “Hm….” Alex glanced up at the sky then down at Clyde. “.....is….it normal for me to feel super tired right now?” Clyde blinks for a few seconds, head tilted and brow raised. 

“I mean- I was fine and then I saw the snow and got slammed with intense exhaustion. Is that normal?” “OOOOOhhh yeah that’s completely normal” Clyde stretched- and yawned, far too many teeth and its third eye showing for a moment- before rubbing its eyes and sticking its tongue out. “It’s just about time for us to go hibernate.” “......velidguns hibernate?”

 “Every winter- normally starts sometime after Halloween.” Cylde leans a little more onto them, face gently buried into their wings. A quiet purr raced from it, and it snuggled a little closer. 

Clyde loved Alex's wings, and loved how soft and fluffy they are. Alex has just gotten used to waking up and falling asleep with Clyde's face and claws buried between their feathers.  

“Hm….I guess that’s why the asylum was always so quiet during winter…” Alex glanced away, wings twitching and eyes flicking open for a moment before flicking closed. “.....is there anything special we need to do or?” “Me and Winfrey have got handled.” Clyde rumbled, arms wrapping around the smaller veldigun, lifting them up and heading deeper inside their home. Alex didn’t bother complaining or squirming, they knew very well that both would have no effect and the exhaustion was starting to win, eyes flicking shut every few moments. 

“Winfrey~” Clyde sang out, stopping in front of the large veldigun and shifting alex in its grasp, holding the green velidgun out in front of it like a cat or a ferret. “Take the sleepy bird, I’m gonna block us in.” 

Alex snickered as winfrey took them, their entire torso fitting within the clawed and calloused hand of their partner. 

Winfrey smiled down at them and their thumb ran across Alex's head before they laid down, Alex set into the crook of their arm and gently squished as Winfrey laid their head on top of them. 

“You two and my feathers.” Alex grumbled softly as they fluffed up slightly, eyes refusing to open as they snuggled into their partner, who chuckled. “They are quite comfortable.” They hummed, their voice shaking the air around them slightly. Alex never figured out if that was Winfrey’s hallucinations or just the fact they are so big, but in the end it doesn’t matter. What mattered right now was how comfortable it was to be cradled like this, how heavy alex’s limbs felt- to the point they couldn’t move them if they wanted- and just how wonderfully warm they felt and how comfortable the nest they had created was. 

Stolen blanket, currants and pillows alongside fallen leaves from this last fall, not to mention the handful of plush gifts that Robin had given them. Bats, candy corns and other sweets in soft plush form and a handful of other soft items lined the nest, sparing them from laying on the hard stone surface of the cave. 

They were vaguely aware of the sound of shifting stones, barely audible over the soft humming coming from winfrey…and when the stones stopped, they could hear the clicking of claws against stone….

And became very much aware that Clyde had joined the pile as arms wrapped around them and the sensation of a face getting shoved into their wings occurs, followed by the weight of the smiling snatcher getting fully onto them squishing them further into Winfrey’s arm. 

As the two mix their humming and purring, Alex lets their body go limp and head flop fully onto their partners arms. They could get used to this Hibernating business…

[throw-me-in-the-void]

Okay random idea but court drama (not exactly) with shadowpeach.

Macaque comes from a ruling family that resides near flower fruit mountain for years they can been considered expanding and taking over the mountain as it seems uninhibit until a scouting squad returns with a message from the new up and coming monkey king.

Wanting to get on the good side of this new king Macaque’s family invite him to their palace as a way to smooth over any problems they might have caused and discuss a possible alliance.

The family is well renowned because of them being able to tell the future, and what they seen/heard of Wukong looks pretty promising from the ever shifting futures.

Macaque is very much unhappy with this idea since alliance within this kingdom usually means marriage. What’s a better offer? Someone who knows your future and can steer you away from disaster. It’s a great honor to many demons and celestials as those futures are kept a secret only spoken of to family.

Wukong who up to this point only had the monkeys of FFM to rule and has no idea of the flashy side of demon courting and just confused why the royal family is putting on big display of power and gifts. He’s just having fun following and spending quiet time with Macaque who reads him books, he could read them himself but he likes the way the prince reads it, they paint together, spar, and watches his plays.

Macaque who didn’t like Wukong at the start is slowly falling for the obvious king who on more than one occasion beating back both his and Macaque’s potential suitors. He would normally drop them into the distant ocean using a shadow portal when no one was looking but something in his chest flutters when he watches Wukong stand up and fight the more pushy ones, even if it does start up less then flattering gossip about Wukong in the court.

Macaque’s aunt and grandmother teases him about his very obvious crush since he started waiting to guide Wukong around, picking out books that Wukong like. They also saw Macaque’s scarf wrapped around his neck on more then one occasion which got him a lot of teasing from his older siblings/cousins about hearing wedding bells it his future.

They actually do hear weddings bells for him, through they are trying to keep an eye out for a certain blue lion so the wedding bells aren’t after many great tragedies for the pair. But it’s one future out of many surely it will be fine.

[silvercaptain24]

His brother. Guilty of planting forged evidence. Found with atroquinine on his person, and a letter in his office addressed to the forger, stamp coated in atroquinine, and evidence to suggest he had plans for other ways of distributing the poison.

Like his nail polish.

Klavier had picked his nails clean of his own polish as soon as that piece of evidence had been shown. He’d have to throw everything he had at home… at Kristoph’s house out after the detectives went through it.

And wasn’t that just the cherry on top.

A second trial, tomorrow.

Because he was Klavier Gavin, rising rockstar beloved by teenage girls all over the world, a genius prosecutor… and a minor whose guardian had just been put in prison.

[blvcklizard]

That night at the tavern, he hadn’t been able to finish the sentence, tell Castti as well as himself what the deeds of Eir’s Apothecaries sounded like to him. But now, kneeling in the snow in front of the symbol of a person that had meant everything to him, the pieces fell into place, and for some reason, the stone felt a little bit warmer under his hand. Or: Trousseau joins Eir's Apothecaries.

I finally gathered the courage to post it so I might as well put it here. Including the extended summary/a snippet from later in the story as a little treat for my mutuals, lol.

[silvercityyir]

This is just a WIP Donnie nightmare fic that I left unfinished, I'm not sure if I could finish it. It's my first attempt at writing something angst, the tittle that I had in mind was, DONNATELLO’S PSEUDOMORPH DREAMS or a nightmare series I tried to work on few months ago. mostly 2003 version after SAINW event, the poor boy must have severe nightmares

I'm just gonna put this here out of spite, before I forgot that I had written something. I'm indecisive whether to just leave it or finish it.

Note: English is not my mothertounge language. Possible grammars and spelling mistakes present

Donnie walked through the ruins of their lair. Searching frantically for Splinter, Leo, Mikey, Raph, Casey and April. He called out their names in desperation as he searched and searched for them, clawing out every obstacle. Almost as if it is either his hands or the ‘obstacles’ itself were clawed away like torn cloth. 

He clawed and clawed until it disappeared. Darkness envelops his sight, he thinks that he has gone blind still he walks and walks until there is a light. 

His brothers, his father, his friends, everyone that he's known bleeding, their bodies in pieceson the ground. He collapsed at the sight of it. 

“This is just a dream, a nightmare!”

In tears he howled.

“IT’S NOT REAL, IT'S NOT!”

A similar sinister voice morphed with his family voices too. Their lifeless bodies spoke.

“Oh Donnatello, but death is real, death is real,” 

All of their lifeless bodies that melt on the ground are ‘lifted’ by something with a shape of a hand. He reached out to them but the ground he stood on, slowly started to swallow him. Yet, he still reaches out to them.

“Without victory or honor, death will come in time,”

A similar gauntlet began to form when the giant hand took shape. It is shredders’ gauntlet, shredders’ hand holding on the remains of his family, and he continues to melt to the ground slowly. 

“And you, will not join with them” 

Shredders’ hand crushed the bodies that he held on his hands, so did Donnie’s heart, and the hand poured the remains on his hands to the ground like sand. 

The colour of their blood, the colour of his brothers masks, the colour of Splinter’s robe burned bright in his eyes as tears blur his sight, pouring down. Donnie reach out to them still.

[silverbrain]

Keep Quiet...

NSFW, Minors Do Not Interact

Tropes- smut, semi-public sex, fingering, hand job, drunk sex, sex in the closet, balcony sex.

Pairing- Reader x Xavier, Reader x Rafayel, Reader x Zayne, Reader x Sylus.

Summary- Xavier getting freaky at the movie theatre. Rafayel getting freaky at a party in a closet. Zayne getting it in an airplane. Balcony freak activities with Sylus.

First time writing smut, gimme all your feedbacks!!

Xavier

You had finally convinced Xavier to watch the new movie with you. After a few stressful weeks at work, you finally had a few days off, and Xavier didn’t have any missions either, so you had put forth the idea, hoping to slowly get him out of his eat-sleep-lounge schedule.

You wear a knee length maroon skirt and a black top and you’re quite pleased with yourself as you turn left and right in the mirror, watching the skirt swish. You hear a knock on the door and open it to see Xavier, dressed in something you definitely haven’t seen him in earlier. He wears a dark blue hoodie and black jeans, that are tight in all the right places. You try not to stare as you envelope him in a hug, when your nose catches a whiff of… is that perfume? “You smell nice”, you comment. “Ah, yes, thanks”, he says, awkwardly, one arm coming up to brush his neck.

It was a strangely empty theatre. You took your seats in the back, mind still reeling from the whiff you caught earlier. Xavier sits beside you, seemingly relaxed. “Why this movie?”, he asks.

“Well, I’ve heard great reviews, so why not give it a try?”, you reply.

“Hmm…”, he says, thoughtfully, “I hope it’s good”

The movie begins. You find your thoughts occasionally drifting to the tall man beside you. How good he looks in blue, how good he smells…Beside you, Xavier puts his hand in yours, rubbing slow circles on your knuckles. You raise an eyebrow questioningly, but think nothing of it, happy to hold his hand.

That is until he lets go of your hand and places the palm of his hand flat on your thigh instead, lightly stroking the maroon velvet of your skirt. You turn to look at him. He keeps his eyes on the screen, low lights glinting across his pretty eyes.

He brings his hand to your knee, now drawing light, ticklish patterns in the skin. He draws a few squiggly figure 8s before you catch on. Oh. They’re letters. S. You look at Xavier. O. He continues to spell out letters on your knee. P, he spells next.

And then R. He continues the trail of letters inwards, up your thigh.

You internally sigh as you feel the beginnings of a familiar feeling tingle through you.

“Xavier…”, you ask questioningly.

“Shh baby…”, he leans in to whisper, the warmth touching your ear and sending a tingle down your spine. “Let me”

You shudder at his words as his hands slip upwards, toying with the skin of your thighs. E-T-T-Y. He ends the last letter dangerously close to your core, fingers almost brushing your underwear.

You almost shift forward, and instead bump your foot into the seat in front of you. The person grumbles a little and almost turns around as your freeze. Xavier, on the other hand, simply stills his hand and continues watching the screen. “I’m so sorry”, you apologize, and the man sits down once more, attention trained on the movie.

You breathe a sigh of relief, not daring to look at Xavier. You could almost imagine the smirk he’s got on his face. He leans in again. “So eager, huh?”, he whispers and you bite down on your lip to keep in the noise that is about to escape your throat.

You look at him, unbothered if sees the absolute need coursing through me. Xavier doesn’t look at you. Instead, he continues to look at the screen, the dim lights illuminating his features as he brings his knuckles to rub at your core. You can’t help but squeeze your legs together and bite down on your lips.

Xavier huffs a small laugh in the back of his throat, and you feel the juices soaking through your panties as he continues to rub lazy circles at your core. He knows. How does he know?

“Please…”, you whisper, as quietly as you can. “Hmm?” You know he heard you, and he’s only teasing. He turns an inquisitive eye towards you, and you can’t help but feel a little annoyed at the teasing. “Please…Xavier…”

He appears nonchalant enough and you wonder when this movie is going to get over, when he suddenly takes his hand away. You shift uncomfortably in the seat as you feel the wetness soaking your panties, dripping down your folds. There’s no way you could do anything right now, not with so many people around. It’s a relatively empty theatre, yes, but the few people in there still seem like too many for the things you need right now.

From the corner of your eye, you watch Xavier bring his hand up to his mouth and suck on his fingers, as if he were washing away the salt from a bag of popcorn. “Mhm…”, he sighs, as his eyes shift to meet yours, “it’s delicious”.

Your mouth falls open as you look away, feeling a desperate new wave of need course through you. You cross your legs, trying to create some pressure against your wet insides. “Uh huh”, he hums, quietly., bringing his hand to your knee, forcing his hand inside, making you uncross your knees. He rests his hand there, for a moment, making you lean forward in anticipation.

“What do you want?”, he asks quietly, “is it this?”, he asks, suddenly dipping into your skirt and shifting your panties to the side as he touches you. A very inappropriate noise almost escapes you as you feel your muscles clench and struggle at the sensation.

“Could’ve just told me”, he says, and you can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

You don’t dare close your eyes, and the danger of the situation hits you all at once, but you don’t find it in yourself to care. Instead, you open your mouth and try to keep breathing evenly.

Xavier’s fingers rub slow circles on your sopping wet folds as you struggle to stay still in your seat, fingers gripping the handles. You can’t help but whine a little.

“Need more?”, he whispers, fingers toying at your entrance till you’re sucking his fingers in, desperate need and desire coursing through you. You nod, not trusting yourself with any words.

The screen plays in front of you, but you’ve lost the plot long ago.

He dips his finger inside a little and you feel yourself clench in anticipation. He stops, though, instead bringing his fingers to spread the wetness around. You nearly whine at the teasing. “What?”, he asks casually, or at least he pretends to, the hoarseness in his voice giving away how it’s affecting him as well.

“More”, you mouth the words.

“As you say”, he says, suddenly thrusting two of his fingers deep inside you. You inhale sharply as something on-screen explodes. You try to hold it in, biting your lip and struggling as he begins to pump his slender fingers in and out, rubbing his palm on your nub rhythmically.

You grip the handles roughly, knuckles white, muscles clenching and throbbing. You turn your head to look at Xavier. You feel a heat course through you as you find his gaze already on you, watching you hungrily. He leans forward to grab your hand, taking it off the chair handle and instead placing it on his arm, still under your skirt.

You look down to look at the way his hand disappears under your skirt and you feel the familiar coil in your stomach squeeze impossibly tight. You look back up at him, as he simply brings up a finger to his lips. Quiet. The message is clear.

Waves of pleasure rush through you as Xavier’s hands slow down, stroking the pulsating high out of you. You try to control your breaths as they come out ragged and shaky, Xavier’s eyes still on you, not budging.

“Great movie, isn’t it?”, he asks innocently.

Rafayel

You were accompanying Rafayel to his friend’s birthday party. You pull up to the address in a deep blue gown and text him.

Rafayel had been running late since Thomas had forced him to attend another of his exhibitions. After none of the excuses had worked, he had ended up having to attend, and was now on his way to the party.

You: r u here yet?

Raf: omw, will reach in like 5 min.

You read the text and wait for him. The party is at a villa complete with a swimming pool, an open bar and a barbeque that you see as you gaze over the massive lawn. A few people mill about, and you can’t help but feel a slight bit intimidated. You see a car pull up and Rafayel gets out, wearing a dark navy suit. He scans the place looking for you, as you exit the car and wave to him.

Rafayel’s eyes widen a little as they fall on you as he steps forward to give you a slight hug. “There you are”, he says, “you look great.”

“Thanks”, you say, “it isn’t too much, is it?”

“You’re never too much”, he says, as you take his arm and enter the party.

The party continues into the wee hours of the night, with drunk people loitering around the pool outside and a few others in random corners of the villa. You stare at the random drink you picked off a tray as your eyes search for Rafayel. He excused himself to visit the restroom and then he had disappeared. You hang around with another hunter that you kind of knew, before deciding to go look for him yourself.

You pass the bar and the kitchen and the vast living room, smiling politely at the ones you made eye contact with. You check a few of the rooms on the first floor, and then climb the stairs to the second.

You pass a room and are about to enter the next when you see a man approaching your direction as you freeze. Blanche was another one of Rafayel’s friends, but he was the type to rattle off story after story when drunk and you really didn’t have the patience for that right now. You look around for an escape before your eyes land on a closet in the corridor. You turn around and quicky shut yourself in the cupboard, hoping it doesn’t have any strange bugs or spiders.

Your phone pings.

Raf: whereee r uuu

You silence your phone hurriedly as you type back.

You: hiding lmao

Raf: ???

You: was looking for u

Raf: where r u now?

You: in the dark brown cupboard in the corridor of the second floor…

You stare at the screen as he begins typing back, but never replies. Outside, Blanche seems to have found his next victim as you hear the faint sound of conversation. You hear a set of footsteps approaching, and you hold your breath, hoping it’s Rafayel. You didn’t want to be caught hiding in a damn cupboard, after all.

The door of the closet swings open as Rafayel stands there, his eyes a bit sleepy. He opens the door and gives you a long look, his eyes travelling up and down, before climbing in and shutting the door behind him.

“What are you doing?”, you whisper hurriedly.

“Joining you...”, he replies.

In the close proximity of the dark cupboard, you’re acutely aware of the faint scent of his perfume. You lean forward and rest your forehead on his chest. He brings his hand up to gently stroke your hair. “Tired?”, he asks.

“A bit...”

He tucks a piece behind your ear as you look up at him. You’re looking at darkness, but you can feel his hot breath against your face.

“You know…”, he starts, “you look exceptionally ravishing today…. Did I tell you that?”

“Uh, yeah…thank you…”, you reply, unsure of the sudden compliment.

“Love showing you off…”, he mumbles next to your ear.

“Is that so?”, you ask teasingly.

“Mmm...” he hums as he leans forward to capture your lips in an urgent kiss, the faint trace of alcohol lingering in the background.

You return the kiss, sensations heightened by the pitch blackness around you. His hand moves to lock around your neck as he holds you in place, licking and kissing into your mouth.

You pull back a little. He pulls back and pants heavily, his breath hitting your face in little puffs.

“Are you drunk?”

“Why? You gonna deny me a kiss if I am?”, he asks.

You take in his state, unsure of what to say. He attacks your lips again, causing you to let out a squeal of surprise. He kisses and kisses and kisses, one hand clutching at your throat, the other at your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You feel the undeniable bulge in his pants rub against you, a little gasp of pleasure escaping your throat. “Rafayel…”, you start.

“Need you…”, he replies, kissing down your throat, moving his hand down your chest. “Really do…”

“We’re”, a gasp escapes your lips as his hands find your chest, massaging a nipple, “in a fucking cupboard, Raf!”

“Does it matter?”, he whispers into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

You feel your brain stop in its tracks a little as you chase the feeling of his mouth on your neck. He moves his hand further down your waist, resting at the deep slit of the evening gown. He drags his fingers across the expanse of your thigh while pressing kisses to your collarbones. You find yourself leaning into his touch, wanting more.

He places his fingers below your thigh and brings it up to hook around his sturdy legs. You feel a wave of desire course through you at his actions, pooling between your legs. You bring a hand up to his fluffy hair.

“Please?”, he questions, leaning up, giving your collarbones a respite. You nearly shudder at the way his voice quivers a little, need and desire evident. You allow his hands to slip under your dress and toy at your panties.

A shaky breath leaves you as he slips his fingers inside, groaning at the wetness slipping out of you. “So, you like it huh?”, he asks. You can only gasp silently in response. You pull him forward and kiss at his jaw, earning a growl.

Outside, you hear a set of voices getting closer. Rafayel seems to hear them at the same time. He pauses his movements to listen. The faint sound of two people talking drifts in. He listens for a bit before moving his fingers with increased fervour. You nearly moan at the contact.

He roughly places a hand over your mouth as he speeds up his movements. You throw your head back in pleasure, hands haphazardly reaching out to touch him everywhere.

“Shh…”, he hushes you, before pressing a wet kiss against your mouth. “Do you want them to hear?”

Your hands shakily find their way to his belt, and you tug, which results in him drawing a shaky breath. “So eager…”, he muses, moving quickly to undo his belt.

You shakily reach for his cock, already leaking with desire. You can almost see it even though it is pitch black all around you. Rafayel lets out a quiet gasp as your hand touches him, eyes fluttering shut.

He presses into you, brushing his cock against your slick folds, teasing.

Outside, you hear a man call out to his friend amidst the friendly hum of chatter. You freeze. Rafayel leans forward. You can feel the energy change around him for a second as he pushes into you suddenly.

Sheer pleasure and pain envelopes you as you try to control your sounds. Before you, Rafayel stills for a moment before he starts to move, slowly. Agonizingly. Deliciously.

The steady hum of chatter hums in the air, however you can only focus on the humming of your blood in your ears, as it runs hot with desire and pleasure.

Rafayel leans down to press a kiss to your lips before thrusting in. He does it again. Kiss. Thrust. Kiss. Thrust. You can feel the pleasure radiate off of him. You nearly reach down to touch yourself before he grabs your hand and brings it up to rest of his chest. “Nuh uh”, he says, bringing his hand down to touch you. You almost feel your knees buckle at the pure wave of pleasure that shoots through you.

“Why…”, you start, but it comes out whiny, “why are you like this…”

“You…”, he gasps, “in this, it’s…been driving me crazy…all night”

You gasp as you feel the pleasure build suddenly, the risk making everything more pleasurable. You come suddenly, ripples of pleasure pulsing through you. He fixes his mouth to yours, swallowing a deep moan as he lets go himself.

You feel your knees buckle as the pleasure washes over you, but Rafayel holds you up with his strong arms, resting his head against yours as he comes down from his own high.

Outside, someone looks for him. “Where’s Rafayel?”

“Right here”, he smirks as he whispers into your ear.

You can’t help but chuckle at the situation. Drunk Rafayel certainly is something.

Zayne

You sit beside Zayne in the cramped airplane, body feeling uncomfortable with the buzzing as you flew over various cities. You had been assigned to accompany him for a medical drive yet again, not that you were complaining.

Zayne was especially warm to you today, not bothering to hide his affection for you at all. Not only did he buy you coffee, as he always did, he also suggested watching a movie together and reached out to entwine your fingers together in the cramped space between you. You felt a gush of warmth and affection surge through you at the gesture as you leaned into him, pulling the airline provided blanket closer around you both.

You soon find yourself dozing off, resting your head on his shoulder. Zayne quirks an eyebrow as he notices your eyes closing every so often, till they finally shut as you drift off. He quietly switches off the movie and closes his own eyes, heart warming at the closeness between you two.

That is until you shift in your sleep and place your hand directly on his crotch.

Zayne’s eyes fly open at the sudden contact. He glances down at you, hoping you’d shift and move your hand away, but it doesn’t happen. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

A few moments pass, during which Zayne tries waking you up by tapping your shoulder. You shift a little, only making things worse for him. He gulps a little and decides it’s too much before grabbing your arm by the wrist.

This wakes you up and you jerk violently as you wake. “Just…”, he struggles, moving your hand to your lap, as he settles down in his own seat. You look at him, mouth open, sleep still lingering in your face. “I was dreaming of you”, you admit.

This catches his attention. “Really? What was I doing?”

Your face colors at the question. Why had you even brought it up? “You…”, you try to come up with something that’s less embarrassing than the truth.

Truth is, your mind had conjured up images of Zayne saying your name, over and over, eyes shut, face contorted, in need, but not in pain.

Beside you Zayne quirks an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you were imagining naughty things?”, he teases.

You can’t hide the effect his words have, as you turn away to look at the now black screen in front of you.

“You really did imagine naughty things, huh?”, he says, surprise evident in his voice as he refuses to break his gaze away from your flustered face.

“Stop…”, you try to protest weakly. “Tell me” There’s something in his voice, it’s definitely something and your eyes snap back to his face, holding his gaze for a moment.

You see the way his pupils dilate and his breath comes out a bit shallow as he stares at you. “You and me were…doing things”

“What kind of things?”, he asks, voice low, barely able to keep the sudden lust that’s flooding his body.

“You’re...a mouthful”, you say. Zayne opens and closes his mouth, trying to keep his calm, but failing and failing badly. He shuts his eyes and takes a shaky breath.

You take in his state and a wave of cheekiness comes over you as you shift your hand back down over his crotch. Zayne’s eyes fly open at the contact as his body jerks.

You look up to smile at him slyly. “What?”

“Don’t…”, he shudders, “don’t what me”

You continue rubbing over his pants, feeling his bulge grow. “Do you like it?” He shuts his eyes and ignores your comment, not trusting his voice at the moment. “Me…dreaming of you…like that?”

He opens his eyes only to see your eyes already on his as he opens his mouth and lets out a heavy breath. It comes out shaky and the effect you’re having in him is enough to turn you on.

You feel the wetness stick to your panties, already pooling.

You move your hands deftly to his track pants and slip your hand inside, moving your hands up and down his already leaking length. Zayne can barely hold it together. He pants quickly, before balling up his hands into fists. “N-no, no, no…stop!”, he whispers urgently.

You stop as you look up at him curiously. There’s an urgency in his movements, as he looks over his seat to survey the airplane before grabbing your wrist. You look at him curiously.

“Get up”, he says urgently and your curiosity gets the better of you as you follow him.

In a few steps of his long legs, he gets to the bathroom and shoves you in before getting inside himself and locking it behind him.

Your eyes widen impossibly as you stare at him. “Zayne…we’re gonna get caught!”

“No, we aren’t”, he says with a finality in his voice as he reaches down to lower your sweatpants and panties in one go.

You gasp as the cold air hits you suddenly, but hardly have time to think as he frees himself and grabs your leg to hoist it against the wall. He kisses you, once, desperately, before plunging into you.

A long squelch is heard followed by the sound of your gasp as you struggle with the intense sensation of being filled by him. Zayne breathes heavily in front of you, breath fanning your face.

“This is what you get…”, he says, struggling to hold himself back, “for teasing me, in an airplane, of all places”

He begins to move his hips, pistoning in and out of you as you take it, the situation making you feel hot and wet all over again. Your face contorts in pleasure as he hits that delicious spot inside you over and over again. You grab at his hair and his arms, trying to steady yourself against him.

You can feel you’ve reached your breaking point when he reaches a hand down to roll your nub between his thumb and forefinger. You arch into him, pure pleasure taking over your senses.

He looks at your face intently, your pleasure bringing him closer to the edge. “So…close, sweet-heart”, he pants, “You’re so…”

You nearly whine at his words as you feel the pleasure build inside you. “So hot like this”

“Zayne!”, you say his name as your orgasm hits you, waves of pleasure bursting forth from your core down to your muscles as they clench around him.

He comes soon after, burying his head in your shoulder, as he empties himself inside you.

A minute passes. He unwraps himself from you as he takes in your flushed face and wipes the sweat off his own eyebrow. You look away, suddenly feeling shy about the whole thing. “Don’t get all shy now”, he says, huffing a slight laugh.

Three loud knocks are heard on the door as he says it. You instantly pull up your pants and almost panic when Zayne puts an arm on your shoulder. “Get ready…”, he says, raking a hand through his messy hair. “For…?”

“Bend over”, he instructs. You look at him questioningly, before he jerks your head towards the toilet. “Too bad the plane is giving you nausea, sweetheart”, he says, patting your back before he flushes the toilet and opens the door.

Zayne meets eyes with a disgruntled passenger waiting. “I’m sorry”, you hear him speak, “she’s not doing well in there”

You can’t help but smirk at his quick thinking.

Sylus

You and Sylus stand on the balcony, wine glasses in hand. You both have been drinking as a form of unwinding after another stressful auction. Sylus may pretend to be all cool and unbothered, but you could tell when he was focused on doing the things he did- the stress got to him too.

You take another sip of the cool liquid as a breeze blows suddenly, the cool autumn hair blowing through your hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Sylus’ eyes on you, but you say nothing. His eyes continue to blaze into you, all focus, no reprieve.

Below, on the street, a car honks, breaking his reverie, as his eyes dart back to the liquid in his cup. You turn to look at him, he seems a bit…open and kind of…vulnerable? ‘Maybe he’s drunk?’, you think to yourself. 

Sylus looks up from his cup to meet your eyes. He freezes for a moment, before letting out a smile. He looks happy, and unguarded and…young, you think, so much younger, when he doesn’t seem as stressed.

“What is it?”, he drawls. “Something on my face?”

“Yeah”, you chuckle to yourself. He frowns a little as he brings a hand up to his face, rubbing absent-mindedly. “Handsomeness”

His eyes widen a little before it clicks and he laughs shortly. “Well, I can’t rub it off my face then”, he says.

You watch him, wondering if you should ask him the question or no. He’d deny it, obviously. Sylus wasn’t the type to admit he was drunk. Even if he was lying face down on the couch. Mumbling. Legs hanging off the side. You chuckle a little to yourself at the memory.

"What are you laughing at, darling?", he purrs.

You shake your head. "Who said I'm laughing?"

He puts his glass to his lips and chugs the remaining liquid before placing it on the floor with a soft clink. He straightens again as he walks over to you, slowly.

You feel the hair on your arm rise as he gets closer. You turn away took look at the cars on the street below. There weren't many.

He stands right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in your shoulder. You nearly shiver at the sudden burst of warmth of his chest against your back.

"Are you saying my eyes are deceiving me?", he asks, voice rumbling right next to your ear.

You look at him. It was a mistake. Because he's impossibly close and you lean back in shock. "Maybe", you joke, trying to quell the heavy thumping of your heart.

Sylus just hums as he buries his nose in your neck. "Are you lying to me?", he whispers. You can't help the way your breath stutters as you bring your hand up to touch his hair.

"I wouldn't do that...", you say absentmindedly, as you realize how true it is. Something about Sylus when he's like this, so soft and... open makes you feel feelings for him.

Your fingers brush his scalp and he groans softly, pressing a kiss to the base of your neck. You hum appreciatively and his arms tighten around you further. He peppers kisses across your neck, moving to the shell of your ear and you nearly drop your glass right out of your hand when he nips at the earlobe.

"Sylus...", you whisper, voice laced with need. He hums and you feel it thrum through your body.

"What, darling?", he asks. His voice is rough. You meet his eyes and you know he's feeling it too.

You cup his face as you crash your lips with his, desire a free-flowing wave back and forth between the two of you.

Sylus kisses your wine-stained mouth with passion, tongue dancing with yours.

"So pretty...baby you're so pretty...", he pants and you feel yourself physically need him. His hands move from wrapping around your middle to ghost over your body, lower and lower.

You moan at his touch as you press back into him, needing his touch, needing him. You gasp as you feel him press into you, almost grinding himself against you.

"Look...", he gasps, pressing his face against yours, "look what you...do to me"

Your knees almost buckle at his voice. You feel your wetness soak your panties at the way he struggles against you.

"Sy..."

He gasps at the nickname, and bites down on your neck. You let out a squeak at the sharp twang of pain and it soon turns to whimpers as he drifts his hands close to where you need them, pressing in.

He stops for a second before slipping his hand under your dress, running his palms against your cold thighs.

"Touch me...", you nearly wonder how you got so bold, but all you can think of is how much you need his touch.

"Really?", he says, toying with your underwear, "but I'm already doing that..."

"Please", you gasp.

Sylus groans at the sound of your plea, his hips press into your back harder, seeking friction. He slips his fingers into your underwear and you can hear his breath stutter. "You're so...turned on...for me"

"Yes", you gasp.

"Fuck", he growls, "I need you...Now, baby. Right now." The cool air hits your face as you think of his implication. The idea of taking him like this, on the balcony, sends a sharp wave of arousal through you. It's too risky, you think, but the way he's got his fingers against your wetness, touching but not moving, makes your head spin.

"Sylus...out...out here?", you manage to ask

"Yes, baby", he replies, slightly beginning to move his fingers in little circles. He kisses your shoulder. "Please", the sound of his voice, so needy, combined with the delicious pressure of his fingers, makes you crumble. You nod.

You hear the clink of a belt as Sylus makes quick work of his pants. Before you can miss his warmth, he lifts your dress to press up against you.

His hand slightly pushes your upper back, so that you're leaning over, just a little, as he positions himself.

Shifting your panties to the side, he presses in slowly and you can barely contain your moans as he fills you up. You clutch the cold metal railing and your glass of wine, which is still, somehow in your hand.

Behind you, Sylus grips your hips as he resists the urge to go feral. He begins rocking his hips, fucking into you slowly. You clench your fingers onto the cold railing as your hot pussy clenches around him.

"So good baby...", Sylus says, kissing your neck, setting a slow rhythm. He brings a hand around you to touch you and you nearly collapse at the pleasure surrounding you.

A few moments pass: Sylus is fucking into you slowly, rubbing your nub in slow, languid strokes. You feel the coil of pleasure in your stomach compress and curl till it almost hurts.

"Pl-please", you shudder and beg, "more"

"Too much?", he asks, his voice slightly concerned.

"Need to..."

He hums as he understands, pressing his chest against you as he speeds up his movements. You watch the red wine splash against the glass violently, a few drops escaping and disappearing down into the air as he fucks into you.

His fingertips hurry along your slick folds, and you feel yourself letting go. "That's right", he stutters, "come for me"

You feel the coil explode as your muscles clench repeatedly. Sylus fucks you through it, chasing his own pleasure before he stills, violently shuddering as he cums.

He buries his head in your neck as he catches his breath. The moment suddenly hits you as you watch the figure of a passerby on the street below.

"Sylus...", you speak, "what if...someone saw us?"

"Then I'll scoop their eyeballs out and you can have them", he replies.

You chuckle at his response.

This is the first time i've written smut, tell me how it was

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

[Prompt from @jake-is-screaming-in-tune .

The prompt was: Zoro and Sanji are in a crowded place and so as to not let Zoro out of his sight, Sanji takes his hand.]

"Keep up, Mosshead! We need to hurry up back to Sunny with the supplies."

Sanji kept an eye on Zoro through the crowded marketplace. They were each carrying bags of food he had purchased, but the crowd seemed to have increased as they had continued. Sanji could tell the longer they took to get back, the more likely it would be that Zoro would wander off. So, with a sigh, he weaved through the crowd to the swordsman's side.

"Alright, Moss, grab my hand. It wouldn't do to let the plant life wander off."

He grinned at the scowl Zoro shot him, though he rearranged the bags in his arms to grab onto his hand. Sanji smiled to himself as he led the way back to the docks.

"I wouldn't have gotten lost dumb cook."

"Sure Mossy. Whatever you want to believe."

And if he squeezed Zoro's hand on the way back, no one would know but him and his companion.

[silverstags]

the echo cave (k. jones)

synopsis - based on ep6 s3, adopted daughter of rumplestilskin! reader, after neal is stuck in the echo cave, the only way to save him was to spill all your deepest darkest secrets, but what will happen when the one you love discovers who raised you?

warnings - mentions of being corrupted? neal being prisoner in the echo cave [wc: 2.2k]

masterlist

killian masterlist

You were tired, sweaty, and you felt as if not a single inch of your body hadn't been covered in dirt. Your head ached, and although, never before had you been afraid of heights, the cliff that was separating you and your group from Neal was making you dizzy.

You were standing on the edge of a cliff a hundred feet across from him, while he was stuck in a cage, waiting. He looked helpless, hopeless, lost and everything in between, and all you could do was open and close your fists as you realized the only solution out of this.

You watched Emma. The most anxious out of all of you. It practically radiated off of her as she kneeled by the cliff side.

One look to the side to meet Regina's tired eyes was enough for you to gain confirmation of the place before which you stood.

The Echo Cave.

You knew she knew, and you could tell she was already sighing in frustration, pissed off, and not ready for what was about to unfold before her.

“So what do we do if we can’t just swing there?” David voiced his thoughts, and looked at Regina and Killian for answers.

The legends of this place slithering once again between them, and the captain sighed. “I told you what needs to be done,” he turned to him. “Consider this… The moment of truth, literally,” he raised an eyebrow, and took a step forward to the cliff side, looking down into the void. Dread filled the pit of his stomach; he did not want to fall tonight-- at least not to save the son of the man he for so long called his enemy.

He would never voice it, not even to you, but for the first time in his life, he feared heights.

“Now… who wants to kick things off?” He locked eyes with you, grasping at any comfort he could.

“So, what?” Emma voiced, confusion written all over her traits “Someone tells their secret and they what? sprout wings?” “I don’t know the particulars, only what I’ve been told," He bit back as softly as he could, but only you could spot the annoyance that flickered in his eyes.   “Well, how do you know it’ll work?” Snow continued.  “There’s only one way, to find out, I suppose,” Killian sighed for the tenth time this minute, turning his eyes to yours once again. This might be the end of something that could have been incredible, he thought as clenched the fist of his good hand against the leather of his coat.

He let himself grieve the revelation, let himself bathe in the bliss of the unknown for one minute more.

Prior to this, in the lush forest of Neverland, of this island he had once called home, he had kissed you. He had stolen, chased, what he knew you had been careful on giving away.

You had been everything to him for so long. His only grapple at life. His quartermaster, his best friend, his partner in everything at life. Everything that had become too difficult to bear alone.

And now, with everything changing. With the two of you being thrown into the supposed real world, with discovering Storybrook, new troubles, new people, new threats, and being closer everyday to the one he called the crocodile; he couldn't hold it in any longer.

He saw you slipping away. He watched the light in your eyes dim as you greeted people you had known long before you met him. He watched as you stayed quiet after hugs and reunions. He knew those names, people you had spoken to him about when you spoke of your life before the curse on the enchanted forest, of your life before everyone disappeared, but he also knew you were keeping him in the dark about things.

You had hushed him, asked him to not talk about your partnership aboard the Jolly Roger and your adventures in a half asleep fantasy world. You had asked him to stay far, that these people, these friends you once knew, were nothing but trouble.

He couldn't understand it, but he somehow could. An intuition maybe, deep in his veins telling him that the troubles beyond his understandings were not against him; you were trying to protect him.

It fueled a fire in him, a want that he had tried to suppress in the name of a friendship he never wanted to loose. He needed to tell you before it was too late. He needed you to be sure, to know and be certain of how he felt.

So he kissed you, and you had kissed him back like there was no tomorrow.

Now all he could do as he closed his eyes, was linger in this moment of ignorance. Lingering still in the unknown of what that kiss had meant for a future together; before he crushed it, spoiled it all with the caves walls as witnesses.

“I kissed Y/n” 

You sighed through your nose, shoulders climbing up to yours ears, waiting for the blow from Regina.

Dammit Killian.

Regina looked disappointed, which made the pit in your stomach grow, like roots tangling and tugging at anything they could grasp.

'Are you mad?', The first words Regina had uttered to you, squeezed in her arms with her hands wrapping your shoulders into the longest hug you had ever known from her. The first time in years you had seen her.

The words replayed in your mind, like a broken record. Freshly arrived from the enchanted forest with Emma and Snow, and having had only seconds to observe your closeness with Killian. It was enough, enough for her to bring you home for tea and talk of solutions. Ask questions about what you had been up to for twenty five years.

You knew it wasn't about you or him, it was about what your father was capable of doing to either of you if he knew you had been sailing with his number one enemy.

But how could she understand the hardness of the world she had left behind with her curse? That finding Killian had been your salvation, your ticket to survival.

And it took an ungodly amount of time to convince her that nothing had happened. That you were friends, that it was the only way to stay alive in the dangerous times the curse had created it. That his heart belonged and always would belong to someone else anyways.

But now, in a matter of seconds, Killian had reduced all that trust she had placed in you, and you felt yourself back to square zero. Back to her hushing you into her vault to talk about your father, and how to hide your life during the curse from him. Back to plotting, to keeping secrets from Killian, to walking away when he needed you the most... “You did what? Y/n, you told me it was-” She started, ready to ramble, and you could feel that she was ready to give up on everything.

“Now is not the time,” Snow warned her.  “I already told Snow, technically it’s not a secret,” you looked around sensing the judgment in everyone. “But it was just a kiss, nothing more." Nothing less. You spoke with barely the strength to look Killian in the eye.

Both of you clearly knew it hadn't been just a kiss. 

No, it had been years of yearning on your side. Years of waiting until he healed. Years of waiting that he would look at you the way you wanted. But when you saw it, when you saw the glimpse in his eye change, and felt the way his hand lingered a little longer, you did not act upon it by fear.

You had spent years building trust, building a crew, a partnership that held only with your strength and determination.

And to blow it all away for what? Love? Something so fleeting and burning that would leave all you've built wrecked on the next deserted island?

The Jolly Roger had become your home. He had become your home after you ran away years ago. He was there, the first person to show the minimum amount of friendship, of kindness. He had been with his crew when you met him, playing poker at his usual tavern when you tripped, spilling what you were drinking all over him, and from there, even after knowing who he was and his complicated relationship with your father, you didn't know what sparked, but it was the start of the rest of your life.

And now everything was getting too complicated, and your fear to loose him grasped at you like water to your lungs. You realized wanted him. You didn't want a life by his side if you couldn't hold his hand, call him yours.

And that kiss. His kiss was everything you needed to let it all spill past the dam you had promised to keep up.

“Killian," you finally dared to look at him, and all you could see was blind determination. "How is that your darkest secret?”

“It’s what the kiss exposed. My secret is, I never thought I’d be capable of letting go, of my first love… of my Milah.” Your eyes became watery as you realized what he was about to say, “to believe that I could find someone else… that is until you stepped foot into that tavern all those years ago,” he chuckled at the memory. “Spilling what? Rum?”

“I don’t even know what it was, I just asked the server for his strongest alc-” 

“Im not finished, love.” 

“Sorry,” you replied before giving him a sheepish grin and wiping a tear off your cheeks. 

“Until you came into that tavern spilling whatever drink you were having on me. Until I lifted my head and met your eyes. Until I heard your laugh…. Until we somehow, along the road we became inseparable. Until you became the one person I could not live without, until I search for you anywhere I am because I can not find my north without your eyes. And I know, I know that for the sake of everything we have, of the crew, of the Jolly Roger, we have never- never admitted- Never accepted- but Y/n, I have been in love with you for too long."

Suddenly, the ground started shaking and a part of the bridge formed, still too far to reach Neal, but it worked. 

The whole group turned to you for your secret. You gulped before finally letting some tears spill. You looked down at your shoes for courage, trying to find something, anything in the black material of your boots. . 

“Killian… I-” You bit your lip.

You looked at Neal, his eyes big in fear as his fingers gripped the bars of his cage. The brother you never knew. Who you heard stories about from a father who had collected you in a forest, picked you up broken, in attempts to rebuild you from scratch. A new apprentice hidden in a charity act. A new child, ready to accept any home given to it. Someone he could redeem himself with.

And then Killian’s eyes beamed at you expectingly. Everyone needed you to speak, to admit the darkest deepest secret that burned in the pit of your stomach.

"That is not the only reason I’ve never addressed our feelings."

Regina rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked away.

"I’m the daughter of the dark one. I- he raised me to be his daughter-" you looked to the side. Trying to form the right words. "You always wanted revenge on him for what he did, and I didn’t want that to get in the way. I did now want you to think I would get in the way. I thought that if you knew you’d- it would be the end. You would think me not on your side."

“I thought you were David’s niece?” Killian took a step closer to you, fear rose in your stomach at the look in his eyes.

“Biologically yes. But Rumplestiltskin adopted me when James; his brother," you pointed to David, "abandoned me. He wanted a second chance after what happened with Bae," you mumbled the words he had told you so many times, half a lie, half the truth. What he believed to be true.

“And even if I ended running away too… The dark one is still my father, he still raised to- to be like him. To tortue, to kill,” you felt defenceless. You had never been fully honest with Killian about your upbringings for that reason only.

You knew he loved you, you knew you had been close to him partly for those reasons—for the mind of revenge you shared. For the twisted and cunning ways of thinking you had in common.

But these ways had come from a life you had also wished to bury. To forget, “Killian-"

The bridge moved again as you spoke his name, sealing your truth into the echo of the cave.

"Is that what you were keeping from me?" His voice was fragile over the rumbling of the cave, and relief flew over him as he understood all the reasons behind your coldness, the wall you had been trying to build ever since you left the enchanted forest.

"Yes, and that I too, have loved you for as long as I’ve known you."

Before you could blink, like a firework exploding in all its might; Killian’s lips were on yours.

"Oh darling. I think I love you too much to care."

"What is your father going to say about this.” Regina placed her face into her hands as she saw you sealing your fate.

[wizardrockstar]

quidditch and quibblers (c. diggory)

summary - ravenclaw (+lovegood!)reader, you and cedric end up having a quidditch debate over a quiet evening. requested by @emmaloo21 - can I request a cedric x ravenclaw (luna’s older sister) reader? just like a black lake picnic or something?

warnings - none <3 [wc: 600]

masterlist

cedric's masterlist

It was a bright sunny day, and you decided to make halt right in front of a lush oak tree. You had never sat there before, and it was perfectly facing the black lake, while the area looked cozy and nice enough to perfectly snuggle as you watched the sunset.

“Here?” You questioned, turning to Cedric who nodded with the brightest smile known to men before dropping his bag next to yours.

He watched as you made yourself comfortable within the hallow created by the tree's roots. He followed your movements, snuggling against your side.

“It's perfect,” he closed his eyes, letting the spring breeze lull the evening.

“Sun feels nice," you stated as you plucked a flower on the grass patch by your side, handing it your love.

“Yeah, missed it,” he smiled, grabbing the flower with his finger tips and pressed a kiss to your forehead as thanks.

You rested your head on his shoulder, snuggling against the soft fabric of his scarf, relishing of the feeling of it on your cheek.

You do not know how long you sat there, snuggled in one another as you let life at Hogwarts happen without either of you. Letting his breathing, his heart rate, calm everything down; the pressure of class, the amount of books you needed to read for the week ahead, and the thought of O.W.L.S arriving quicker than you realized.

The only thing that kept you sane was Cedric's warmth and the quidditch match tomorrow.

Cedric almost read your mind, and his hand reached for your bag to reveal the array of books you had brought with you. You felt the rumble of his chest as he chuckled, his hand finding your copy of quidditch through ages.  

“Getting prepared for tomorrow’s match, I see?”

“Maybe,” you smiled gently taking it from it. “Rereading strategies and things,” you shrugged, unbothered and as nonchalant as you could. 

“Well," he leaned even close, whispering in your ear. "Hufflepuff is going to win."

“You wish!" You faked a faux annoyance, gently shoving his side as you scoffed, placing the book back in your bag.

“Im telling you we have the best team. We even won against Harry Potter,” he argued proudly, knowing his argument did not hold. 

“Hey, even you said it was not a fair win!” You playfully slapped his shoulder and laughed. It was true, Cedric had even asked Oliver Wood for a rematch. 

He shrugged, "we shall see."

You fumbled in your bag trying to find the snacks you had packed for the evening when you spotted the three last copies of this months quibbler.

“You want one? My father just sent out this month’s quibbler?” You graded one out of your bag. “He sent me and Luna a bunch,″ you smiled as you handed him the brand new and shiny magazine. 

“thanks, love,” he smiled and grabbed it, stealing a kiss on the way to grab it.

It's as if you were frozen in time as the magazine left your fingers. Cedric gazed in your eyes in a way you were so familiar with, and yet it surprised you every time.

His eyes were shinning, sparkling as he observed your traits; your smile, your nose, your perfect cheeks, “I love you," he mumbled, barely over a whisper as he dipped forward to steal another kiss from your lips.

“I love you more,” you blushed, turning into a putty as his fingers now brushed your cheek.

"I doubt it."

"I don't," you whispered, "like I don't doubt we're going to win this game"

“You wish."

[silverstudios]

New friends on Halloween

It just needed something to eat...but it'll happily take new friends too~

Alone. 

It was realizing that it hated that word, and this feeling. 

It trouted out of their-...its cave at 5:55pm, claws shaking slightly, an awful gnawing at its center and the slash across its side wasn’t making it feel any better. At least the costume was doing its purpose, keeping the stinging wound protected from outside invasion and helping in the regeneration process, but the costume alone wasn’t enough. 

It needed something, someone, anything to eat- it’s been too long since it gotten this stupid injury, too long since winfrey was taken from it, and far too long since it's even eaten an animal-

It was starving…in more than just the physical sense. 

Its eyes still felt raw after all the crying was done- it hates crying, it hates feeling so incomplete…

It stopped at the edge of the tree line, hidden by the dense leaves of a bush and watched, blinking heavily and tail raised in confusion. 

Had it gotten the time wrong? The sun was down, it was dark, but yet there were still so many humans out and about. It was a lot of the little humans too, and they were wearing…costumes? Since when did humans wear costumes??? 

It hesitated at first, glanced back the way it came, but the growl that raced from it made it look back to the oddity happening on the street. It just needed One human, one good sized meal, and then it could flee and heal. 

It stepped out of the bush, straightened its back, and began walking about. It waited for screaming, for panic….but all it got was the occasional glance, and one human smiled at it. 

“Dude, love the costume!” it blinked, tail twitched, and before it could respond that tall yet not mature- teenager?-teenagers- humans had walked off, laughing alongside each other. Did….were they not able to tell? They did smell weird, an awful fermented smell, so not good prey-it could not afford to get sick. 

It walked a little bit longer, glancing around, sticking to the side of the street with less houses and less lights- awful bright things they are- and looked for someone separated, someone else Alone. 

It tried not to focus on the fact that so many of these humans had a pair, tried not to tear up and blinked away the stinging in its eyes. Now is not the time-

“C’mon John!! Just a little higher, I can almost reach it!!” It blinked, glanced toward the darkened yard and crouched, claws digging into the damp grass as it snuck closer. That voice was little, and upset, and sounded tired. It peaked around the side of the…what do humans call these mini buildings again? Shed- yes, shed, it peaked around the side of this shed, all covered in pumpkin stickers and….broken eggs? It resisted the urge to lick them off, maybe later. 

And standing before it, on top of each other's shoulders, were two little ones. Little boys, one dressed up in a brown hat and vest with boots that were too big and the other had his costume of white sheets and see through lace hung around his shoulders as he lifted the other up. The little cowboy was reaching up, hand outstretched and balance unsteady, grasping at a small orange and yellow bucket above them. Both their faces were red- they’ve been crying recently too- and teeth gritted. 

“Jason I can’t get any higher!!” “Well we have to get Ashley’s basket! We promised!” The little cowboy- Jason- shifted and reached a little bit closer while on his tiptoes- 

Clyde didn’t have time to process what happened, one second it watched them, the next it stood next to them, Jason wrapped up in its tail upside down and both little ones staring at it in surprise. It blinked, letting the actions make sense in its mind- John had lost his grip, Jason had slipped, a fall from even that small of a height would have broken his neck, instinct had overtaken thought- and smiled slightly as it set him down. 

“....Um- Thanks.” Jason coughed, cheeks tinted red and glanced away, rubbing the back of his head. It hesitated to speak…but smiled. “WeLcOmE.” It was raspy, and not human like, and it waited for them to run…but it blinked at the sympathetic looks. 

“You got that bug too?” John chuckled. “My brother and dad both got it and they sound just as raspy as you.” 

Bug- cold, illness. It hesitated, glancing away before nodding. It looked up at the tree, at the little basket in it, and pointed at it and tilted its head. “WhY?” “Oh- Some buttheads bully older kids!” Jason stomped his feet. “They got mad that we saw them egging Miss Camper’s house and when we said we’d tell her, they threw Ashley’s basket up there.” John sighed. “We’ve been trying to get it down for her so she could trick or treat with us…” 

Well that is just rude. It glared slightly at the story-tail thrashed against the ground in shared frustration and moved over to the tree. The children made questioning sounds as it grabbed onto the rough wood-this tree was old, and sick, and if it had to guess it wouldn't be here come next year- and raised itself up. Those two didn’t have claws, they weren’t made to climb trees- it was. Up and up, spiral around that branch, knock down that old plastic toy with its tail, and onto the branch. Its tail hooked around the fabric handle of the little plastic pumpkin, and lowered the prize down the onlooking children- whose eyes seemed to sparkle in amazement. Once Jason took it, it dropped itself from the branch- the ground made a quiet squelch sound as it landed hard onto the damp grass, and looked down at the two. It smiled. “ThErE.” “That was Amazing!!!” John raised his arms up and bounced. “Oh you HAVE to teach me how to climb trees like that!!!” 

It blinked and snickered, tail swinging in amusement, then blinked as a glove covered hand took hold of one of it’s fingers. 

“C’mon, let’s go find Ashley!” Jason beamed and began to move. It could have pulled away- or it could have pulled this one closer, its inside gurgled angrily at the lack of substance within…but it followed, tail curled, head tilted. It was…nice, to have this little bit of company right now. It waited a few weeks for its wound to heal enough to move, it can wait until they find Ashley.  

“Oh, my name is John by the way!” John, now confirmed to be the little boy in the ghost costume, smiled up at it. “That’s Jason.” “Yuuup!” It smiled at those silly little ones… “...ClYdE.” “Nice to meet cha, clyde!” It squinted its eyes happily at that, tail swinging a little faster. It had to wonder why they hadn't noticed it wasn’t human yet…but then again, some of the costumes it is seeing as the trio walks down the path looked pretty similar to it. 

“....WhY CoStUmEs?” “....It’s halloween.” John smiled at it, and then blinked at it when it tilted its head. “.....You…do know what halloween is, right?” The small gasp that came from him when it shook its head brought a grin to its face and a quiet snicker. “Dude- Halloween is like- The best time of the year!!! You get to dress up, you get to see all the cool spooky stuff, you get to trick or treat and get free candy!!!” John shakes his arms up and down to add to his point, and Clyde couldn’t help but snicker a little louder at the action. “Jason we have to let Clyde trick or treat with us, this is an outrage.” “Yeah- Ashley!!” Jason let go of its finger and raced forward into a small crowd. It hesitated, tail stopping dead mid swing, breath held- and then released as the small cowboy returned, a little girl in tow. She wore a puffy dress that sparkled and a small gold crown on her head, her eyes were puffy and red and she held a small wand alongside her returned basket. She was smiling, tears in her eyes as the two came over. “This is Clyde, they got it down!” Jason made a small gesture to it, and Ashley looked up at it- and then slammed into its leg, arms wrapped around it. 

It froze, the entire body went stiff, tail raised….and it knelt down and patted her back. Careful to not touch exposed skin, thank Six she had long sleeves, and a quiet rumble came from it. “T-Thank you so much.” She sniffled out, looking up at it with tear filled eyes but a large grin before stepping back and rubbing her eyes. Jason held onto her and wiggled side to side, and John sighed and poked her. “We’ll tell Miss Camper about the egging tomorrow, for now let's have fun for the rest of the night with our new friend!” 

It blinked, looking down at the three little ones. “....FrIeNd?” “Well- yeah!! You helped get her basket and you’re cool!” John beamed at it, and it blinked a few more times. 

Friend…friend is like partner, friend is companion…friend is someone to spend time with and enjoy, and to hunt and play and sleep-

But these are humans- these are little lives that will fade in the time it takes to blink, and can be snuffed out even faster. Human are prey, it was predator…but humans were also sentient, also had small souls- 

It held onto sentience and souls within-

Its stomach growled, its pupils dilated- and it smiled wide. 

“FrIeNdS!” it wrapped up all three into its arms and rose to its full height, moving them side to side as it turned on its heels and walked back toward the darker side of town. It didn’t want a crowd to see this, this was just for it and its new friends. The three of them let out startled, then excited and giggling sounds. It curled them up, particular to keep a good grip on the wiggling things, and particular to see how Big they were….

…

It could fit all three of them in whole, Combined they were barely the size of its torso. It rumbled as it kept walking, and John stopped wiggling and looked around. “Um…..Clyde?” “Hm?” “Where are we going?” It giggled. “....TrEaT.” “...Oh, you know a good house or something?” “SoMeThInG.” There, nice and quiet and dark- a few lights but for the most part, isolated.

Perfect. They were looking around, pointing at the houses with lights on, wondering which of these houses were its special treat spot- None of them noticed it open its mouth. It wouldn’t chew, its teeth were sharp, that would hurt and it didn’t want to hurt its little pals…. John had glanced up- and didn’t even get to yell. One. Ashley had gone to a door, banging on it, but it scooped her up before the door opened. Two.

It was surprised by how fast Jason was with those oversized boots, but it caught up just as fast. Three. In the distant, it could hear people raising their voices, calling out little names. 

-

It couldn’t stop purring as it slinked around the edges of town, its claw resting on its chest. They were trying to get comfortable, shifting and squirming, muffled sounds and voices. It felt so warm… It should likely return to its home, to rest- but it wanted to keep experiencing this “Halloween”, it wanted to keep going- just for a little while longer. Maybe it’ll find itself more little treats. More little friends. They were warm, and soon to be its friends forever more- but they were quite small. It could fit a couple more within-

Something latched onto its leg, and it jerked. Eyes looking downward, it blinked. A small boy, sniffling and rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry…” The little boy sniffled. “I did the one thing you told me not to do and I lost them…” It blinked… and ruffled their hair slightly. The boy sniffled- and then yawned. “I wanna go home, Alex…” He yawned, arms wrapped further around its leg and face pressed in a little. “.....I’m sleepy and I'm upset.”  

It smiled and reached down, claws hooked under little arms and lifted him up. He certainly did seem sleepy, eyes squinted and mostly shut, slightly bags under them. This little guy needed a nap…

Surely he wouldn’t mind joining this little friendship, he seems like such a sweet kid- and it’d be so wrong to leave someone alone when they asked for help. It smiled, large and bright for him.

“Night Nighy~” Ah, it’s voice sounds so much better with its three little friends added to it, less like it had an awful cold. He squinted and paled. “You’re not Ale-” Four. It stood there, a purr racing from it and tail swinging in glee, another warm weight tucked within, another new friend for it to keep. “.........L-Lewis….?” It froze, and looked over its shoulder. Two boys, pale as the moon above, one holding a trembling flashlight in their hand and the other had dropped his basket, hands covering his mouth. Tears in their eyes, faces filled with dread. 

Ah ...They must be friends with the sleepy one… The air was silent as they stared at one another, the two boys frozen in place…And Clyde grinned brightly, teeth shown and mouth open slightly. Well, 6 Was its favorite number and it would be so wrong to separate such a cute little group of friends…

“.....Norman.” The one with the flashlight whispered as it turned fully to face them, taking a slow step forward. “.....Y-yeah Sam?” “Run.” 

Oh how fun, they’re playing Tag. Clyde has to guess that it is It. 

It Loves this game!

It caught Sam first, the boy was a slow runner, limping on his left leg and he seemed to know it. He had turned and grabbed onto it- and he went down screaming the whole time. 

Five. 

It slowed as it approached the tree, the sounds of panicked breath badly muffled behind hands. It grinned and lowered itself, the grass had dried, its tail slamming across the sidewalk so that the boy would look in the other direction…

His yelp of surprise when it tapped his shoulder had made him taste all the sweeter.  

Six. 

By now, the night wasn’t quiet, shrieks and yelling of little names and worried cries filled the air, but it didn’t mind. Afterall, it had its fill and it had its friends, it was as good as any time to return to the cave- “I wanna go home” A muffled voice echoed from it, and it purred and wrapped its arms around itself, nuzzling itself with glee. 

“Don’t worry, we’re going home now~” It purred, and entered the tree line at 7pm.

[throw-me-in-the-void]

So I just posted my fic on Ao3 and Wattpad why not here as well? Heads up my Ao3 is Throwmeinthevoid and I’m tempted to change my tumblr to this.

If you asked Mk about his earliest memories he would tell you it was a kaleidoscope to colors and noise. A sad song and a gentle figure brushing his tears away before he was soothed to sleep and later awaken to cold ocean spray and the shocked squawking of a bird before Sandy, Pigsy, and Tang found him.

Years had passed since Mk was found and raised but now there were problems popping up. Questions of where he came from and why he was send a drift seemed to be the loudest. Especially with the shocking reveal that he isn’t human after the release of Dbk.

Why old demons of legends freeze or hesitate almost was if they recognize him or think he seems familiar was another question he needed answers to.

(I asked my friends for a lullaby for a different au and then this fic was born)

On a night when the moon was full a blur of red and orange could be seen through the jungle. He was scratched up, his armor missing and his fur in disarray as he stumbled over roots in his rush to get to the beach.

The cry of a child pierced the still, quiet night air.

“Shh, Xiaotian it’s alright,” Wukong whispers as he sets the basket down and lifts the small cub out of it. He gently bounces him in his arms and patted his tiny back as he spoke.

“It’s going to be alright, I need you to be brave,” he whispered as his son’s cries calmed down. He gently wiped his tears away, he was tiny, much too small to be sent from the mountain but he didn’t have a choice, not if Flower Fruit Mountain was going to be erased. It was already bad enough he had been bound to the mountain and couldn’t leave. But now they had put Xiaotian in danger and there wasn’t an easy out, Macaque had gone on the search for something to free him but he hadn’t seen the warrior in months. It was up to him to keep their cub safe.

“In just a few days time your mountain will be wiped from existence,” a celestial warrior mocked as they dropped the unfortunate cub they had managed to get a hold of. He lunged forward to catch her, patting startled cub’s back before he set her down well out of the reach of the warrior’s reach so the cub’s mother could grab her and scramble back to the safety of the cave.

They were much too close to the Water Curtain Cave for Wukong to allow them to walk freely about, especially since they had been scaring the monkeys to bait him out. His and Macaque’s cub was hidden from the celestial realm there, a secret only they and a few of the older immortal monkeys knew about, and now the few monkeys who had seeked him out for help.

“What are you talking about,” he growled, taking a step closer causing the celestial warrior to flinch and take a step back, probably remembering how Wukong had taken care of numerous celestial armies by himself.

“Oh you know, just with how reckless and impulsive you are, the Jade Emperor thought it would be a good idea to get rid of a threat. Why keep such a dangerous weapon if it has the chance of turning against you,” they said looking at their nails trying to put on a façade of uncaring but it didn’t work as their eyes kept straying to Wukong’s still form.

The sage’s face was blank and then rage overtook it at being called nothing more than a weapon, like he hadn’t redeemed himself.

A growl ripped from his throat as Wukong launched himself at the celestial, he wasn’t aiming to kill simply to injure or chase them out. His fangs bared as he tried to snap down the warrior’s arm.

The celestial warrior reached up and pulled one of the pins from their hair, twirling it between their fingers as it transformed into a melon hammer and swung it at Wukong with a cruel smile.

The hammer connected as Wukong tried to shift out of the way. It hit hard against his side, pushing him away from his target. He lands roughly on his feet trying to keep his balance and not land on his side from the force of the hit. He made a small grimace as he felt pain lace up his side as he moved, nothing felt broken but bruised bones hurt just as bad as a broken one.

“Huh, getting slow with old age,” they mocked.

“No, just warming up,” he said with a smile much too wide, showing off his fangs and rushing at them, a lot faster than before, punching them in the chest.

The celestial warrior was sent crashing through the trees, breaking through many of them before they stopped gasping for breath after having their breath knocked out of them. Their weapon long since thrown from their hand as they laid against a tree that now had a sizable dent in its trunk. Managed to catch their breath scrambled to stand up fear painted on their face as they saw Wukong approaching.

Wukong followed the path to broken trees left in their wake. It looked like the warrior had just gotten to their feet using the trunk of a nearby tree.

“What was that about being slow,” he asked as his tail lashed in silent anger.

The celestial warrior flinched as Wukong approached, before they stumbled away trying to escape.

“Oh no you don’t,” Wukong hissed as the warrior left his sight, he pulled out a handful of fur and blew them away. Each strand transforming into equally angry monkey king and growling as they took to the trees to chase after their unwanted visitor. All except one, he turned and nodded as the clone went back to the Water Curtain Cave to tend to Xiaotian in his absence before joining in the chase.

The mortal monkeys were quick to move out of the way or pull their cubs to their sides so as not to get involved with their king chasing off a threat. They younger monkeys barked as the celestial warrior past trying to help their king intimidate them, others whooped as the king and his clones passed, cheering him on. Some of the braver ones attempted to throw things at the celestial warrior before being pulled away by the immortal ones, being lectured about the risk.

The celestial warrior wasn’t used to the terrain of the area and stumbled over the roots that grew wildly over the jungle floor only staying upright because they caught themselves on the trunks of trees. They peered over their shoulder and were horrified to find the many Wukongs that were having no trouble at all keeping the pace jumping between branches with enough grace to make a cat jealous.

A few of the clones descended from the trees as the celestial warrior stumbled and lost their balance when they looked over their shoulder. They screamed as one managed to land directly on them and take the chance to bite them.

His sharp teeth sank through their flesh easily causing them to scream in pain. With the extra weight from the clone jumping on them caused them to tumble down the incline, taking the clone with them before he could leap back down the safety of the trees. They hit rocks and trees as they rolled, the clone had hooked his claws into their back and shoulders. Only letting his teeth unhook from their shoulder after his head hit another rock. The clone’s head hit hard against it, blood stained his mouth as he gasped from the pain before they poofed back into a strand to hair.

The celestial warrior rolled onto the sand of the beach and gasped as the added weight disappeared, they lifted themselves shakily up onto their arms only to see the group of Wukongs starting to arrive at the edge of the jungle. They got onto their feet as they started to descend from the branches.

They pulled the other pin from their hair that was already in tangles and let it transform into their remaining melon hammer; they swung it at one of the Wukongs, unsure if it was the real one or a clone. The first one they got lucky, swinging hard and causing them to poof back into hair.

The second had taken to swiping out their legs as a third descended on them, the momentum causing them to crash back onto the sand only giving them time to brace the handle of the weapon in front of them and manage to block a bite from the Wukong. They froze as his jaws locked around the handle revealing the sharp teeth that managed to sink into their flesh so easily earlier. They were definitely more intimidating up close.

The rumble of a growl broke them out of to the fear in time to see out of the corner of their eye another Wukong stalking closer, right as he was going to pounce they pulled the melon hammer closer to unbalancing on one on them and kicked out sending him flying when he had loosened his grip in thinking they were try to pull he into head but them.

The two hit a tree hard and turned a back but not without leaving them looking worse for wear.

They back up trying to put more space between them and the remaining Wukongs. They glanced back at the shore behind them only to turn back to see another trying to leap at the once again, they just had enough time to duck and cause him go flying over them, and reveal that one was a clone when it disappeared.

They smiled remembering something before they made a break for the shore, the rest of the Wukongs abandoning the tree line to chase after them. They sweated as they got closer but when they felt a familiar magic flow over them they turned just in time to see the rest of the clones disappear and the real Sun Wukong crashed hard into the sand withering in pain.

Right as Wukong was about to leap onto the bastard he felt as if lightning struck him. His body seized trying to curl into a ball to escape the pain, he bit his lip hard enough that he could taste blood on his tongue as he tried to hold back his screams. His glamours flickered before he mentally grabbed them and forced them back into place. He refused to be seen without them by this walking termite infestation.

His vision blurred with tears that he stubbornly wouldn’t let fall. He could just make out the figure of the celestial warrior, laughing or gloating? It was hard to tell with his ears ringing. Getting some control of his body he rolled away from the cause of the shock to lessen the pain. Taking deep breaths as his focus began to return, yep they were definitely gloating.

Wukong sat up grabbing a nearby stone, feeling the jagged edges bite into his hand, perfect, and threw it at the poor excuse of a warrior. The rock cut deeper across their cheek with the speed and force he used, blood quickly swelled to the cut, spilling blood on the sand.

“Get out of here,” he growled.

“As if you can-,” they were cut off as Wukong stood and stomped his way toward them. He tensed as the pain raced through him but he didn’t stop. They backpedaled before leaping into the air and racing away with fear in their eyes when Wukong was close enough to grab them.

Wukong quickly ran back to the bounds of pain free existence, shaking as he nearly fell but braced himself against a tree. His eyes flicker gold as he glared at the dome of magic surrounding his home. They had made it so he could only reach the shores of flower fruit mountain before he got shocked.

Macaque had first found out about it after Wukong had tried to test its limits, only managing to get less than halfway through the barrier before his vision turned black and he passed out.

He pushed himself back onto his feet before jumping onto his cloud and flying back to the waterfall. The words of the celestial warrior repeating in his mind.

What would happen to the monkeys, they could leave. They weren’t tied to this place like he was, and Xiaotian. Fear flooded his veins as he froze mid step just inside the cave. Xiaotian relied on him but he was immortal. What would happen to him?!

He picked up his pace returning home to plan and hold his son while he could.

This was the best he could come up with. Clones couldn’t escape the barrier to look for Macaque but some forms of his magic didn’t get dispelled by it, he could still protect Xiaotian’s basket. Make the basket indestructible and put the cub in a sleep until the basket is opened.

“Hush now my baby,” Wukong said as he pulled Xiaotian from his chest, thumbing away the last of his tears.

“Be still love don’t cry,” he said as the cub grabbed his finger in his tiny hand cooing at him in confusion.

He gently set him in the basket making sure the blankets covered him. Wukong walked into the water until it reached his waist, the tide had risen well past the barrier with the full moon, and gently set the basket in the water and wrapped his tail around it so it didn’t float away as he held his hands above it. A small circle of magic appeared between his hands, Xioatian babbled as he smiled reaching up towards it. With a small flash of light the small cub’s dark fur was replaced with smooth skin, looking like a human child.

“Sleep when you’re rocked by the tide,” he said. Now was the time, the tide was going back out. Gently lapping at the shore before it followed the moon’s pull back into the sea as it started its descent.

“Sleep and remember my last lullaby, so I’ll be with you when you dream.”

Would Xaiotian even remember him? He wanted to hold on to hope that Macaque would somehow find their son. They’d tell him about him after he was gone. About the funny adventures that they had, his struggles, his regrets. The dreams and seemingly silly fears of having Xiaotian, that he wasn’t abandoned but that he loved his mate and his son from the bottom of his heart. If he was gone they would at least have each other.

He laid a kiss on Xiaotian's forehead as he yawned before putting the basket’s lid tightly on, letting his magic flow over it. He held the basket gently in his hands allowing the water to gently rock it and pull it out of his reach. Past the barriers and towards safety. Wukong tried to wipe his tears away as he curled his tail around himself in comfort.

“River o river flow gently for me. Such precious cargo you bare.” Wukong moved to the very edge of the barrier, his fur fluffing up from the warning static, as the water lapped at stomach as he watched the basket get further and further away. Until it was a small dark spot on the waves.

“Do you know somewhere, he can be free,” he asked, tilling his head back gazing up at the sky, silently praying to some of the few gods he held respect for, the few he hadn’t managed to piss off in his youth.

“River, deliver him there,” he said, dropping his gaze back to the basket right as his sight of the ocean was cut off.

He was in shock for a few moments. Where was the death, darkest, Diyu or even nothingness? His brain was trying to make sense of this before he realized they hadn’t planned to destroy the island but rather cage him to it now with his cub on the other side and out of reach.

“No, no, no, no, no, no! NO!”

Wukong slammed his hands against the solid barrier. The electricity was gone but the barrier was strong he realized as his hand throbbed with pain. He sent Xiaotian out there alone! Dread grabbed his stomach as the few immortal monkeys that had decided to remain on the mountain with him chirped softly trying to comfort him. He shook his head. He needed to find a way out now!

His thoughts raced as he started to panic, his breathing getting fast. Maybe the new barrier had a weak spot he could exploit if he couldn’t get out, maybe there was still a way he could drag the basket back. Macaque and the other monkeys could come and go as they pleased with the other barrier without pain. Why would this new barrier be any different?! He jumped on his cloud, his eyes glowing gold as he flew upwards circling the whole area around the mountain but he couldn’t find any weaknesses, not a single chip in this cage that was quickly making his home a prison.

The magic seemed to meet at the top of the mountain. Maybe he could overpower the seal and escape? He could get his cub and hide out until it was safe to go looking for Macaque or until his mate found him and somewhere better to hide out. Without hesitation he rocketed himself towards the highest peak but just as he was about to reach the top of the mountain he was electrocuted. It was a lot stronger than the ones that shocked him before. It was enough to cause his cloud to disperse and his glamors to get torn through as his vision blacked out for a few moments.

He was free falling.

He felt nearly weightless as his body refused to obey him and move, to even summon magic.

It was only seconds later that he came crashing through the jungle canopy. His body made a loud crack as his back slammed into a sturdy branch breaking both his spine and the branch and he tumbled further. His bones tried to mend themselves only to break again when he hit more branches on the way down and finally hit the jungle floor wheezing, looking like a ruined puppet whose strings had been cut and tossed aside. It was hard to breathe not only because his fall had knocked the air out of him but because he was also sure a few ribs had managed to puncture his lungs.

He was covered in large scratches from where branches had pierced him during his fall, his blood was soaking into his shirt where a branch managed to impale him in the shoulder. His long hair in tangles with leaves and small branches fanned out beneath him. All of his scars bared to the world, along with the cursed circlet. His red eyes and his blackened fur unveiled from the glamor. Blood ran down his face from a cut above his eye as he stared at the moon wondering what he did to deserve this. He had thought that made up for the worst of his mistakes with the journey to the west, learned patience, humanity, and regret. But it seemed like that wasn’t enough for the celestial realm.

His vision blurred as he tried to blink the tears from his eyes but they still ran down his face. A small noise escaped his mouth, his chest shakily rising and falling as he cried. He couldn’t move his body besides the slight jerk from when the electric coursed through him, he body tried to recover from it and mend itself but it seemed like that would take awhile. He took in a ragged breath before he screamed, it wasn’t because of the pain from the fall, he was still numb to it, he had just lost his mate and cub in one fell swoop. Who knew how long it would take for Macaque to return, if he could get through the barrier like before. If he was trapped here forever.

Gently coos greeted his ears as he saw some of the immortal monkeys stare at him from the trees above before they left his sight. He soon felt small hands combing through his hair, trying to remove twigs and branches that stabbed shallowly but left the large branch stabbing through his shoulder; they didn’t have the same strength as he did to remove it. As they finished they tucked close to him avoiding any injuries. They tried to comfort him as they looked out for any danger for their injured king, cooing in mournful cries at the loss of a cub and mate. Loss of their troop that seemed to fill the whole mountain with noise. It hadn’t been this quiet in a very long time.

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin & Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin & Naruhodou Minuki | Trucy Wright, Naruhodou Minuki | Trucy Wright & Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin & Mayudzuki Daian | Daryan Crescend, Garyuu Kirihito | Kristoph Gavin & Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin, Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin & Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth & Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright Characters: Mayudzuki Daian | Daryan Crescend, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Naruhodou Minuki | Trucy Wright, Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin, Yuugami Jin | Simon Blackquill, Garyuu Kirihito | Kristoph Gavin, mentioned - Character, Itonokogiri Keisuke | Dick Gumshoe, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Apollo Justice gets a Cameo Additional Tags: as always Kristoph haunts the narrative, because when does he not, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Kristoph Gavin is His Own Warning, OH SWEET THAT'S AN ACTUAL TAG, As it should be, German Klavier Gavin, Klavier Gavin Needs A Hug, Klavier Gavin is Not Okay, Klavier Gavin-centric, klavier needs therapy, Phoenix Wright is Never Disbarred, Parental Phoenix Wright, how is that not a tag???!?!, Young Trucy Wright, Trucy Wright Needs a Hug, Klavier Gavin & Trucy Wright Friendship, sort of??? They're also techinically adopted siblings it's a whole thing, Simon Blackquill & Klavier Gavin Frienship, he doesn't really show up in full force until chapter 2 tho, Simon Blackquill is the Therapist Friend, why does Simon have like. zero tags., minor original characters who are only here for plot purposes, Trucy Wright is a Ray of Sunshine, why is that not a tag, Simon Blackquill & Athena Cykes Friendship, technically he's her adopted father BUT THEY DON'T HAVE A TAG FOR THAT, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Parental Miles Edgeworth, Mentioned Kay Faraday, Mentioned Sebastian Debeste | Eustace Winner Summary:

It was supposed to be the shining moment in Klavier's career. First, a chance to fight against his brother in court. Then, a chance to expose the crooked defense attorney who everyone loved. The world wasn't supposed to stop with his own blunder. His brother wasn't supposed to be found guilty of forgery and with evidence for attempted murder. He wasn't supposed to be stuck in the country instead of starting the Gavinners' first world tour after they'd made it big at the beginning of the year. He wasn't supposed to now be under the guardianship of Phoenix Wright, the very man who had torn apart his entire life like it meant nothing.

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Final chapter!!!