#sorry for strange lighting and lack of colour

[nixotinix]

I don't know if you did this already, but for the Monster High outfit meme, how about Ghouls Rule Jackson and Holt? 👓🎧

I actually tried to do some Ghouls Rule designs for them a while back, but I absolutely hated them so I never posted. So I revamped them!

Jax I wanted to have more of a traditional masquerade vibe with a few punk influences. Holt I originally wanted to have in trad masq also, but I eventually decided fuck it and put him in something you'd see at a rave, it fits him a lot better. Also, to clarify and since there's no colour, the straps on Holt's boots is police tape!! Maybe I'll colour them later, idk.

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Met The Devil

lucifer x human!reader

based on folklore about the devil, cause i thought that would be cool teehee

Part [2]

Warnings: SMUT 18+, implied fem reader (clit use), based on devil folklore so possibly ooc lucifer, so sorry but lucifer our boy ain’t that caught up on lilith here, penetrative sex, didn’t proof read so lmk if you see any mistakes, no mention of hairtype/bodytype/skin colour, swearing,

Word count: 4K

Your shoes clacked against the concrete, water from puddles splashing out from underneath your feet. The rain poured down vigorously, and unforgivingly. Your hair ruined, your clothes soaked and your mood sour. It’s been a trying day starting off with a failed job interview and ending with bending over backwards for people who didn’t deserve it.

It wasn’t even like you couldn’t handle a problem, or a hurdle, but it seemed like every path you took led to a dead end. You were tired, broke, and felt drained, you would kill for just a break from the failure.

Your pace slowed long ago, not really wanting to return into a room full of loud family members with critical opinions. You dragged your feet through puddles of water, feeling the cold rain soak through. The storm raged on clouds continuing to pelt down fat droplets, you inhaled the smell of wet grass, damp concrete and mud as you strolled.

The amber street lights above you were dim, and your eyes danced around the street lazily, observing everything and nothing. Just a few feet away from you was a bus stop, with a shelter and a bench, figuring it’d be better to not be drenched completely, you decided you’d have a seat maybe the rain will dissipate.

You dragged your feet focusing down at them as you walked into the shelter. As you turned into it, you bumped into someone jolting you backwards slightly. Reflexively your head shot up from your feet to see a man’s back, he quickly turned to you. You observed his clothing his head held a rather out there looking white hat, shoulders holding up a long white chesterfield coat along with white boots to match his monochromatic look.

Meeting his eyes you admired the unique colour; they looked light brown, but they were such a concentrated colour it could’ve been mistaken for an amber or perhaps orange. He was very pale, and poking out of his hat extremely blonde hair you briefly had the thought of perhaps he just lacked in melanin; he was albino, and so you moved past it. Standing fairly short even with his boots, he seemed like a wealthy man, and perhaps a model too, there’s no way he couldn’t be with such a catching appearance. The man gave you a wide grin, showing off his sparkling teeth, perfect as you expected. “Hi!” The strange man shouted, a rich booming voice coming out of him. You didn’t know what voice you expected to hear from him, but the slightly unsure, sultry one definitely wasn’t it.

Stepping back from him lending him some personal space back, you smiled nervously. “Hi, i’m sorry i thought- well i didn’t see anyone in here, sorry.” The man ‘pfft’ at you, eyes closed momentarily, head tilted back. “It’s not a problem at all! Eh, i was just stopping by!” Waving at you he stepped futher in the bus shelter, opening his arm to welcome you in excitedly.

You watched him intently as you walked inside, you felt curious about him as he had an aura you couldn’t quite place. When inside you stood parallel to him, watching as his posture slowly decompressed like he was glad you were here. You briefly wondered what he meant by stopping by it didn’t seem like the appropriate term to use in this scenario, but you argued with yourself that he could’ve been flustered.

Gazing down at his arm a cane had appeared- one that wasn’t there before, you had to do double take, assuring yourself that you were seeing things correctly. As you did so, he leaned ever so slightly on it putting more trust in the cane then he probably should have. “An apple?” You questioned observing the handle that he grasped with gloved hands. His eyebrow rose with a confused expression gracing his gorgeously sculpted face waiting for you to elaborate. “Your cane, sir.” You smiled nodding toward it, feeling a strange sense of adoration him and for the far away look in his eyes, one you recognized. “Cane? Oh, OH! My cane, ha! Yes uh, apples. They’re, uh gods gift after all.”

Realization flooded his face, smirk reappearing as he leaned forward just a bit, as he did so you felt a sudden sense of familiarity that was almost sickening. You’ve never felt such a pull before to a person like you did in this moment. “Would you like an apple? It’s cold out, you must be tired after such a long tedious day.” Watching him as he dug into his pocket pulling out a decently sized apple- perfectly red as well.

Tilting your head to the side questioningly you ask; “How did you know my day was tedious?” The question came out gently, quiet, void of any accusation or fear. Instead you felt calm gazing from his captivating eyes to the apple, hand stallled just a bit away from yourself reaching toward. “It’s so evident on your face, you poor thing. Here go ahead sweetheart.” His voice that was once insecure, unsure and bouncing in pitch, was now relaxed, smooth and hypnotizing.

There was no malice or condescension in what he said, but rather an observation of what you failed to hide in your current state. Nodding with a short shrug, you reach further, the man meeting you half way to place the fruit in your palm. Your hand briefly touched his own gloved one, they were warm as ever, and you’d wish you could’ve gotten more of a feel.

Smiling at him you suddenly noticed his lids were covered in a lavender purple, perhaps you noticed because they were lidded at you now, unlike before when they were wide. His smile was lazy as he watched you bite into his fruit. It was probably one of the more fresher apples you’d ever bitten into, and as you swallowed the first bite your stomach growled, literally demanding more.

The strange man in white chuckled at the sound of your stomach, and before you could let embarrassment consume you he spoke. “See! So glad I found you, wouldn’t want you starving now would we?” It seemed he had gone back to his boisterous mood as he watched you crunch happily down.

“Thank you so much sir, this is such a good apple, really, did you grow this in your garden?” You asked him, he came closer standing beside you, the two of you now facing the road, looking out at the rain. “Mm, not my garden…” The man muttered under his breath, you quirked a brow humming at him barely hearing what he said. His eyes widened and he quickly shook his head. “Heh! Oh nothing sweets! Don’t worry, i was just, uh, remembering some stuff. From. Like, the past.”

It was as if he’d lost his cool for a moment, stumbling over everything that came out of his mouth, his gaze fixed ahead at nothing. You admired the side of his face as you chewed the last bit of apple, his head slowly turned to you, eyes catching your own.

“You’re eyes are ethereal.” You breathe eyes squinted in focus as you drank him up. You didn’t fully mean to say what you said, it was something just burst out of you without restraint because you felt so strongly about the beauty they held.

Stuttering, he blushed finding it hard to gather the words under the heated look you were giving him. “Thank you, YN.” The man finally said easy going smile once again present on his face. Before you could say anything in return- including questioning how the hell he knew your name, he again reached in his pocket this time pulling out a single playing card the king of hearts. Furrowing your brows you accepted the card but didn’t understand why he gave it to you.

“Love a good game of cards, always have! I think we’ll see each other some day soon!” The man exclaimed smiling brightly at you, behind you, you could make out the sound of a bus coming up to your stop. You smiled and thankedthe man regardless of the oddities, he returned the gesture smiling toothily at you. He rested himself against his cane again watching you intently as you glanced behind you. The bus lights lit up your figure, and you supposed you’d get on for the rest of the ride home. Turning with a smile to say your farewells to the mystery man, your stomach dropped. The man had vanished, and you’d only looked away a second. Stepping out into the rain, you peered up and down the long streets, unable to see his white coat or hat in either direction.

Standing next to the curb the bus whined to a stop, the compressed air blowing out warmly at your legs. When the bus driver opened his doors, you stepped on tapping your finger against the safety glass. The conductor looked at you exhausted by the night and the people he handled.

“Sorry if this is strange, but did you see anyone in the bus shelter with me?” The diver looked at you and it was obvious to him he couldn’t care less, but you stayed put waiting the vocal confirmation. “No ma’am, but if i’m being honest i wasn’t paying attention.”

You nodded quickly eyes casted down, thanking him you put your toll in and walked your way down the isle. When in your seat, you pulled out the card once more to inspect it in the light. Your eyebrows lifted looking down at the card, written on the back where there was nothing before, now had beautiful calligraphic writing with an address on it.

Typing the address into your phone, it directed you to what looked to be a website where people posted looking for house sitters. Turning your mouth in a disgusted manor, you silently questioned why the hell this man would give you such a thing. Scrolling through the different enlistings, you boredly read through descriptions and pay killing time until your stop.

Just a few stops away from home, your thumb stopped on a house, it was a pretty decent home appeared to be some sort of log cabin. The pay they were willing to give was generous, and it was only for three days, oddly enough. Clicking on it, you read through the description, they asked not to bring pets, eat their food, or sleep in their bedrooms asking to bring something to sleep on.

It was a two hour commute by drive, but seeing as you didn’t drive, it was a four hour commute with the train. You sent the owner a quick message telling them that you needed the pay and you were willing to comply to all the rules no issues. After sending your message, you stood mirroring the robotic voice as it called the name of your stop.

—

“Hi welcome!” Marie greeted you with a handshake, smiling at her you shook back. Walking into the cabin alongside Marie she explained that she needed to pick her husband up from a business trip from the middle east, and her house was too high maintenance for her to leave behind. “Occasionally, the pipes will freeze if the temperature drops, you the heat will need to controlled carefully. There’s a garden outback i am very proud of, i’d really appreciate you checking on it daily, just to make sure no pesky animals intrude.”

Walking through the house, you notice different things hanging, but no family pictures. The house was filled with mahogany and oak woods, which were really gorgeous, the house was dark and lit by yellow lighting from different chandeliers and vintage looking collectors lamps.

“Oh! Also if you need we have a prayer room! Don’t touch anything in there as they’re very expensive. Besides that, you’re good. Alright i gotta run, this willl be a very tedious trip. Call me if you have any problems.” Nodded as she spoke, you walked along side her towards the front door. You smiled at her assuring that all would be well, and if there was any problems you wouldn’t hesitate to call.

—

Another rain storm moved into the area thunder shaking the cabin. You had a cot set up in the living room per Marie’s request, and your food was put away in the fridge. You had gotten into shorts and a t-shirt now that you didn’t have to worry about being presentable and settled in the cot with your phone and laptop.

You’d been in the house for ten hours now, and you weren’t able to relax, paranoia filled your mind as you felt off about being in a strangers home. The urge and need for money fueled you in the beginning, but now alone in the middle of the woods, in a cabin that isn’t your own with a thunderstorm overhead, yeah you were filled with anxiety.

Just as you felt a bit of tension release from your shoulders, three knocks sounded from the door making you jumped from the disruption of silence. Standing cautiously you walked to the fire place grabbing one of the pokes that sat off to the side, and went to the door. Peeping through the hole you were surprised to be greated by the man from the bus stop. He held the rim of his hat down over his his face that held a scowl of discomfort, slumped over and soaked.

Opening the door you stood the fire poke off to the side against the wall. Despite your apprehension and confusion, something in you felt compelled to open the doo. “What the hell?” You exclaim, watching him perk up at the sound of your voice, eyes naturally finding your own. “Oh you! Y’know i had a feeling you’d be here, uhh, mind helping me out. It’s freezing!”

Grabbing his bicep you tugged him in, him letting out waohs as he stumbled in letting you do as you pleased. Slamming the door behind you, you grabbed his shoulders gently looking into his eyes. “What the fuck are you doing all the way out here? God, you’re soaked.” You saying eyeing him, he was wearing the white outfit he had on nearly two months ago.

Walking to your suitcase you pulled out a towel, t-shirt and joggers for the man. Turning you walked back to the entry to see him already half naked, gasping you spun on your heel. “What the hell dude! Put this on!” You screamed tossing all the items behind your back.

The man laughed, it sounded charming and he seemed delighted at your shock. “Don’t worrrryyy, its no biggie. Look as long as you please.” Scoffing you turned seeing him with the joggers on, hat tossed to the side drying his hair. “You look very good tonight,“ The man trailed eyeing you up and down.

You felt hot at such a statement making you feel like a horn dog. You crossed your arms and gave him a grin. “Can I help you by the way, maybe call you a car? I’m uh, house sitting.” You explain walking up to him, he shook his head smiling coyly at you. “No no, thats, fine.” You went to question further but he had other ideas and brushed past you wandering into the house.

“I don’t even know your name!” You say speedily following him as he observed everything in the cabin he passed. He glanced back at you briefly before muttering; “Lucifer,” Quickly before you could get a word in edge wise he turned aburptly stopping, you bumping into him lightly. “And I only ask that you spare me a few hours, maybe a meal?”

-

So there you two sat, you had ate with the man, and now sat listening to the stories of a man who swore up and down his name was Lucifer. He explained his predicament while you ate, saying that he just took a wrong turn and drove into a ditch.

You laughed along he told you interesting and funny stories of his life and the people around him, telling you about his crafting hobby. Which captivated you the most, honestly you were mesmerized by the man, and he seemed to feel the same about you.

His eyes lidded and relaxed, his chin rested on his hand, leaning forward completely encapsulated by your presence. You never had a man so focused on you, he hung on every word, and you felt that framillar tinge once again, pulling you into him.

The magnet kept pulling you in, and you were ever so hungry for the man in front of you. “Yeah, my daughter uh, she’s like me with the ambition. I’m just afraid she’s gonna end up like me.” Lucifer said shrugging while looking off to the side. You wont deny you felt the slightest bit upset at the statement, daughter implies mother. “Even if she does fail the only thing can do is be there for her through the trip. It’s harder to fail alone, i think.”

Nodding in contemplation the blondes eyes came back to you, his hands came the the middle of the table causing your gaze to drop. His hands twisted, flicked and your focus was now on a gold circle spinning on the table. His wedding band.

“She’s been alone a long time, my wife, she left seven years ago, we’d been divorced since Charlie was a toddler, heh, kept hoping she’d return. I left Charlie alone too, kinda thought it was for the best. Not anymore. We work together.” He explained smiling at the mention of his daughter. Slapping his hand atop the ring ceasing its momentum he looked at you watching as you placed your hand ontop of his, gently caressing him as you did so.

The two of you stared at each other silently, for how long you weren’t sure. It wasn’t until he pulled himself to his feet sluggishly that the staring spell broke. The confidence returned to him, as did his mischievous smirk. You were under the assumption be was ready to go so you stood with him.

Just as you were about to speak, thanking him for the unique experience he granted you, he grabbed you by the arms and tugged you into him. You fell forward hands flying to his chest, meanwhile his head tilted and softly his lips met yours. You didn’t have time to question a thing before your lips danced in tandem with his. Perhaps you should’ve been less willing than you were but how could you not be? It was like a gift from god, this man.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him to your chest, his hand moved from your arm to your hips grinding himself into you needily. You whimpered at the contact feeling how excited he already was, when you whimpered he took the chance to sneak his tongue into your mouth. As your own tongue slid past his you stuttered feeling how long he could reach, and moaned at the way he tried to swallow you whole so nastily.

Pulling back slightly, Lucifer paused as you felt the fork of his tongue. Shocked you pulled back fully looking at his lustful expression, it was almost as if his eyes were a darker shade.

“What’s wrong?” He asked hands slowly travelling from your hips up to the hem of your shirt, toying with it. “Your tongue?” At your inquisitive tone, he stuck his tongue out. “Thish?” He spoke through is tongue that stuck out to your, normal sized and unforked.

Smirking at him you shook your head gently you must’ve been nervous. Pulling him toward your make shift bed you two crashed down on it haphazardly, he leaned back on his elbows watching as you crawled on top of him meeting his lips eagerly. His hair was slightly disheveled, his breathing jagged under you.

You slid yourself up and down, gliding yourself purposely right on his hard on. Pulling away from the sloppy make out session you two were in, Lucifer looked at you with glassy eyes. “Let’s make deal,” He breathed panting to catch some of the breath you stole straight from him.

“What?” You whispered inches from his lips. “Let me have you, all of you and when the time comes you’ll be a queen, you’re just a diamond in the rough.” There was almost a saddness you could detect, maybe something you could describe as mournfully lonesome. You felt the tug; the pull to him you couldn’t deny, so you took his hand away from your hip, and shook it. “Deal.” You say mocking something that would be business offical.

With a sly grin, he pushed himself up to you, your lips crashing into his instantaneously. You bit his lip gently as he grinded himself into you enjoying how unashamed he was of showing his desire. You met his grinding with your own, dragging your hands down his warm chest. Lucifers breath stuttered at your touch, his nails sinking into your flesh with anticipation.

You stopped at the band of the joggers pulling away from the kiss. As you did Lucifers eyes were wide, pupils blown and he robotically lifted himself by his hips, awkwardly shuffling his joggers down. You lifted yourself so he could get them the rest of the way down before tossing your shirt to the side.

Grinding down on his uncovered cock you moaned head thrown back, he was all consuming and the air felt so hot after the deal. It was desperation that was evident on both your faces, Lucifer hypnotized by you as you greedily grinded against him. Lucifer whimpered laying back down flat on the cot trying to stop himself from violently bucking up.

“Tell me what you want Lucifer,” You purred lifting your hips from his boner rotating your hips round and round while just barely touching his dick beneath you. “Fuck please, get on me.” Lucifer gritted out teeth clenched, eyes closed sparkling at how tight he had them sealed.

Manurvering yourself you pulled down your shorts and urged him to sit up. Lazily he followed your pull sitting up straight toward you. You liked this position way more, face to face as your sunk yourself down on his cock. His legs jerked, spreading out falling off each side of the caught causing you to bottom out, slipping right down to his balls.

“Oh shit you’re an angel, fuck, you feel so good, oh,” Lucifer whimpered voice wavering, although he smiled through the pleasure. Unwillingly he fucked up into you, your body unmoving jerked up with his hips, you were too busy getting used to him girth and size not to mention his all consuming presence. He was so hot, smug, and it made you feel hornier than you already are.

Sliding your hips forward you whimper and moaned. Face in your neck he breathed you in, whimpering as he continued to fuck up into every now and again, still trying to hold back for you. You wrapped your legs around his back clenching on unable to speak as Lucifer had your brain wiped of all thought.

Lucifer bit down holding back a groan, effectively drawing blood from the wound, licking it right up after. Suddenly like a madman, he gripped you like a life line, gently but swiftly flipping you over onto your back. He looked down at you with red eyes stunning you into silence. “Lucifer?” You whispered breathlessly as he smiled down at your form, his tongue darting, out forked once again, and dragged his devilish tongue against his no longer normal teeth.

Without responding he sunk himself into you, your legs on their own accord flew up around Lucifer as he slowly plunged himself into you. You cried out in pleasure as he picked up the pace slamming his hips into you, skin slapping filled the room as well as Lucifers gravel groans and growls.

Your eyes were closed as you reached up to him, your body jerked at his thrusts the cot creaking. You pulled him toward you, he made no effort to pull away from your tugging. His lips met yours pulling you into a hot kiss, you met him with need, teeth clashing and tongues twisting. You being to fucked out in bliss to realize the razor sharp teeth that nicked your lips and tongue, or the snake like tongue that explored your mouth.

You moaned at the sensations you felt all around you, your heightened senses picking up the cold snake like skin that whipped by your calf. Opening your eyes you clenched coming face to face with Lucifer, the devil, the literal devil.

Long red horns stuck out from his pale skin, red eyes lidded and glowing down at you, sharp teeth evident by his smirked. His pace never slowed as he watched you stare at him, and his pride swelled at the fleeing of you clenching him tightly, legs simultaneously pulling him in closer.

“Like what you see angel?” You mewled at his words grabbing his shoulders as he looked down at you eyes full of desire and pride. “Yes,” You gasped as he hit a pretty little spot inside you that made you sing to him.

“Please Lucifer!” A rumble sounded in his chest a noise you couldn’t describe. Attempting to stabilize your jerking body, your hands moved to grip his back but paused at the feeling of feathers. Lazily your mouth fell open, body jerking as your head tilted to the side getting a better look at the red and white wings that cascaded far across the room.

“O-oh, my god, fuuuck.” You moaned trying to make sense of the display in front of you but Lucifer pressed his finger down on your clit making you loose control of your mind once more, bucking up to him, begging him.

You pleaded to Lucifer like a chant to him, looking into his red glowing eyes. His smile was gone his eyes lidded eyebrows pinched as he fought off the urge to cum just a little longer.

With a shout your body shook tensing, toes curling, Lucifer muttered your name over and over worshipping your name as you did to him. His hips halted deep within you and he bit down on your neck leaving several different bite marks.

Pulling away he stared down at your sweaty body his demonic form shrinking away, his eyes going yellow with his natural red irises. You stared shocked at him, but he only coyly smiled at you. “How was your date with the devil?” He smiled brushing his hand down your cheek.

“You’re really the devil?” You asked in disbelief and astonishment. “Well y’know,” He coughed looking away, pulling away from you effectively pulling out of you. “Yeah that’s what they call me.” Another charming smile graced his face.

Your lurched upward eyes wide. “I made a deal with the devil?!” You exclaimed not feeling the way you expected if you were to meet the devil. Y’know fear.

“Yep, and, you promised yourself to me,” Popping his ‘p’ as well as accentuating the ‘and’, he tossed the ring at you. Swiftly you caught it, and by the time you looked down at it, and then back up to him, he was redressed in his suit, coat and hat.

“Speaking of which, I’ve got a kingdom to run.” Thunder rumbled shaking the cabin making the lights flicker out ominously, and in that brief moment, the devil himself, disappeared. Leaving you alone, with his ring, naked in the cabin.

[rubra-wav]

Your reqs are up again ❤❤

So can you do aquarium date with vox pls, i cant get enough of your vox x reader 😭

Vox x reader : Aquarium Date

A/N Sorry this has taken so damn long for me to get to 💀

And tysm, I'm glad you like my work. Hope you enjoy 💛

Cw: SFW, gn!reader, fluff, established relationship

The aquarium was abandoned as per Vox pulling strings. He didn't want the two of you to be surrounded by loud kids and randos on your date.

It was somewhat strange to be there with the lack of life in what would normally have been a bustling atmosphere, your voices echoing as the only sound next to the low cacophony of filters humming, however it certainly wasn't bad.

The two of you stood in front of one of the giant fish tanks bathing the room in blue light. Vox's clawed hand slightly trembled as he fought to seemingly contain himself from where your fingers were interlaced.

You had to fight to keep yourself from giggling all throughout the date to keep the peace. If you did, you would not hear the end of it from him.

He looked up at the hammerhead shark swimming behind the glass with a dorky happy grin on his face before he forced his expression to be neutral again as his blue pupils flickered to the side to look at you.

Your heart fluttered at how endearing the sight was. You only wish he'd just let himself properly have fun, really.

"What?" He asked, tone half-heartedly irritated. You realised that you'd probably been staring up at him with a lovesick expression as you watched him.

"Is it a crime that I want to look at you?" You raised a brow at him. "I thought that was your whole thing." You grinned as you watched him go a shade lighter.

Vox glared slightly at the blue light glasses on your face before looking away.

"Well, normally that would be because I can actually hypnotise them." He looked back at you as you leaned up on your tip toes, hands gently gripping either side of his monitor and turning his face down so he was looking you in the eye.

"You don't need any of that to hypnotise me, baby." You murmer softly and then snicker as you watch him glitch out slightly.

"That was-" He groans in frustration, closing his eyes with his brow furrowed that he's struck by it. "That was insanely cheesy. Do better next time."

You laughed as he cleared his throat, lightly grabbing your wrists to pull your hands from his face before turning away from you to continue walking through the aquarium exhibits, heels clicking loudly on the floor in the almost silent aquarium.

You shook your head with a smile, powering after him on your much shorter legs.

"You say that, but it still got yoooooou." You sang as you caught up with him, nudging him in the arm with your shoulder.

"It most assuredly did not." Vox smiled at the disbelieving 'mhmmm' you answered him with before wrapping his arm around your hip, pulling you closer to his side.

You hummed as you settled up against him, hands balling into his jacket.

You two wander through the halls of the aquarium, admiring the exhibits. Although it was mainly something you suggested because you knew he would love it, you were absolutely having fun.

It was funny watching Vox often trying to contain his excitement and failing as he infodumped on some of the sharks and other ocean life that you came across on your path.

He'd very quickly explain things before he realised he had said a lot and looked at you somewhat worriedly, afraid that you were annoyed by it before smiling somewhat awkwardly in relief when he saw you weren't.

It was the next exhibit that particularly caught your attention personally however, out of everything there - A giant display of brightly coloured fish highlighted by neon pink lights at two sides of the tank.

It had been extremely long since you'd seen colourful life in hell, so it enamoured you.

You unwrapped yourself from Vox and walked closer, eyes wide as you pressed a hand to the cold glass to look at them all swimming behind it.

The Video Star smiled as he watched you looking at all of them with wide eyes, slowly coming to stand next to you.

"They are extremely poisonous. Nothing brightly coloured and so 'pretty' in hell of all places is anything but dangerous." Vox states, hands in his pockets as he watches them dart around behind the glass as well.

You absentmindedly nodded, eyes quickly moving back and forth to keep up with different fish.

"You would of course know a lot about that though, now, wouldn't you?" Vox said quietly as he looked at you with clear adoration.

You looked to the side and up at him with an eyebrow raised, a sly smile on your lips. "Are you saying I'm dangerous?"

Vox laughed and moved to face you. "For me? Very." It wasn't exactly a joke at all even though he made it sound as much. The way he felt for you was something he was far from used to, and it did scare him in the beginning for sure.

The way the pink light of the exhibit mixed with his own to become purple as you properly turned to face him had his heart thudding in his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down to you.

"Comparing me to fish, how romantic." You jokingly teased with half-lidded eyes, revelling in the way his cheeks lit up even brighter.

"Not my fault that you make me tongue tied for more graceful compliments." He teased right back, leaning forward and closing the gap between you.

Vox's hands came to rest on your hips as you kissed his monitor softly with a sigh, your face burning slightly as you allowed the proximity and compliment to finally set in.

The aquarium faded to background noise as you two stood there just enjoying the moment, bathed in neon pink lighting.

Making out in an abandoned aquarium was far more romantic than you would have ever thought.

Masterlist

[quizzyisdone]

The Colour Red (Pt. II) | Jason Hudson x Fem! Bell x Russell Adler

Chapter Title: Bad Moon Risin' Word Count: 3.7k Pairing: Jason Hudson x Fem! Bell x Russell Adler Masterlist Synopsis: Bell and Adler arrive at the safehouse in West Germany, where she meets the rest of her team, save Alex Mason and Frank Woods. The team gets down to business -- they've all gathered to take down the elusive Perseus, the infamous soviet agent whom they know next to nothing about, save for that he's planning something big. That much, Adler is sure of. To figure out their next move, Adler and Park use a memory recollection technique to help Bell recall Operation: Fracture Jaw, yet another memory Bell had lost due to her head injury two months prior. A/N: Hey! I'm back, totally not inspired by the new Black Ops VI trailer at all. Like, at all. Anyways, here is the next installment of my personal favorite series, The Colour Red. Keep in mind this is a slowburn fic, and sorry about the lack of Hudson in this chapter. I hope you enjoy! Warnings: Strong language, mentions of weapons, canon-typical violence.

**Title inspired by "Bad Moon Risin'" by Credence Clearwater Revival

[Part One] [Part Two]

You don't need to read part one to understand this chapter, btw

The car halted to a full stop as Bell fluttered open her eyes, Adler lightly shook her shoulder, stirring her even further awake. 

“Bell. Welcome to West Berlin” He gave a half-hearted smile, a cigarette between his teeth. Bell groggily roused herself from the passenger seat, watching Adler closely as he held the lighter close to his face, letting a puff of smoke blow back in the wind behind him.

The light from the flame illuminated the scarred half of his face, and she could see that where he had shaven was uneven and choppy, a stark contrast to the close shave on the “normal” side of his face. Still rather handsome, barring his scars. He had a classically attractive, well structured face, resembling that of movie stars such as Robert Redford. Blonde hair, blue eyes and very charismatic. He must have many women wrapped around his finger back in the states, Bell presumed.

Adler took one last glance at her, then began to approach a woman that was leaning against an old, worn garage door. Bell took in her features as well. 

She had an uncanny familiarity about her. She had silky, jet black hair cut and styled into a practical bob, unusually tall but athletically built, and she sported pragmatic yet stylish clothing. She had delicate, feminine features but still yet appeared to be able to keep up with the likes of a black ops legend such as Adler -- a strange dichotomy between graceful and deadly. 

Adler had told Bell that she was a legend in her own rite at MI6, that’s why he had requested her for the op. Apparently, it was true that while she was known for her lethality and pretty appearance, it was her brain, not the obvious honey trap she is, that he was interested in. Adler had joked several times that she was a walking cliche, a classic femme fatale type.  

The more Bell seemed to take in her appearance, her shattered memory would begin to piece itself together again. Her face. A red door. A jungle. Sterile white lights. Televisions. War footage. Then nothing. Whenever she was on the precipice of piecing her memory back together, it seemed it would shatter again.

Adler glanced back. “You comin’?” He said with a slight frown. Sheepishly, Bell nodded, not having realized she spent too much time what would appear to the others as staring into space for no apparent reason. 

Bell hurried to catch up with him, trailing behind Adler closely even as the oddly familiar, yet bitter scent of tobacco filled her nose. That closeness, she wondered, it may be obvious to Adler, which she could live with, but would it escape the notice of the others? She hated that, her clinginess to him, but it made some sense (at least that is how Bell would justify it) -- Adler was the only kind face she could remember after her fall. 

Although she didn’t want to admit it, she preferred to be close to him at all times. His presence was comforting, the anxiety she felt would fade away in an instant -- she could almost forget that she couldn’t remember. One might mistake the connection for romantic, as Hudson, their handler had pointed out rather astutely (and irritably) before they departed from Langley today.

 Bell couldn't help but notice the parallels either, he very much played the part of her knight in shining armor, saving her from sure death, never having left her side while she healed, gently guiding her as she navigated regaining her lost memory. Although she must admit she has lingered on such an idea, Bell recognized Adler very likely felt no such way towards her.

She knew his feelings towards her. They had been through hell and back together, saved each other's ass, and understood each other like no one else. Bell knew where she stood, something more than a friend but less than a lover. It was a strange, blurry purgatory between platonic affection and passionate love.  

He had helped her remember the basics. With his guidance, she now knew that her name was Anabelle Meyers, hence the name “Bell”. She was a cryptographer and a linguist working for MI6, she had spent the better part of a year in Vietnam with Adler when she began working a joint operation with MACV-SOG and MI6 and they’ve been friends for 13 years. Two months ago, on a solo operation, she had taken a long, hard fall, hitting her head. Bell would've died if Adler hadn't been there by random chance. Bell could recall that in perfect detail now, although it was fuzzy just a week ago. 

“Park.” He acknowledged and nodded towards her. He glanced back, noticing how Bell followed so closely behind him and smiled to himself. It gave him some kind of pride that she leaned on him as a protector of sorts. 

“She looks familiar.” Bell whispered as soon as they were out of earshot of Park. 

Adler stopped in his tracks for naught but a second, “Maybe you saw her at the Century House in London back in the day.” She knew that it wasn’t likely they had never been acquainted, nor ever having even met each other, but Bell let the conversation go -- chalking it up as some kind of weird deja vu nonsense. 

When the door opened it revealed a large warehouse-like room with a table set in the middle, a bulletin board with the face of man that was supposedly Perseus and a giant red circle around it (Bell quickly noticed how the picture gave her an uneasy pit in her stomach and her head would begin to hurt), an array of weapons upon a wall guarded by chain link fence with a lock, and all the other stereotypical features befitting a CIA safehouse. 

“We’ll talk later, okay?” Adler whispered to Bell as he approached the gathering of folks around the table set in the middle. “Bell, this is Helen Park, Lawrence Sims who you’ve already met, and Eleazar Azoulay. We just call him Lazar, though.” He introduced her to them.

Lazar gave her a friendly but quiet hello, Park nodded, and Sims simply stared daggers at her before turning his gaze back to Adler. “Mason and Woods are finishing some business in Kiev, but you’ll meet them later.”

“Do I know them?” Bell asked meekly and Park cocked an eyebrow, smirking to herself as she glanced at Adler, silently beckoning him to answer the question. 

“Ah,” Adler chuckled lightly. “No, you know them by reputation, but not, ah, personally.” Bell nodded in response before letting him continue. He turned back to the rest of the group, while Bell stood snug behind Adler. “There’s been a surge in Russian chatter for the past 48 hours. The CIA and DoD are tapping their inside sources for anything substantial, but no leads of Perseus so far.”

“MI6 has come up empty handed as well.” Park added.

“We’ll have to start somewhere, so we’re going back to 1968, Vietnam.” He strode towards to the bulletin board, pointing at a polaroid picture of Sims and Adler sitting side by side, labeled Operation Fracture Jaw. “One our closest encounters with Perseus. Bell, you don’t remember this, of course, but you were there.”

“Fracture Jaw, what a steaming pile of shit that one was.” Sims grumbled.

“Also the first time where Perseus pinged our radar. While you were on the ground, you dug up some intel on him.” Adler continued, he held a folder with a dried, bloody handprint and Cyrillic printed on the front. “We’re gonna help jog your memory so you can crack this. At the time, the CIA’s best analysts couldn’t decode that thing, but we’re gonna have you take a shot.” Adler placed his hand on Bell’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. 

“Yeah.” Sims scoffed. “If even Weaver couldn’t crack it, what makes you think she can?” He had said it with such venom, such doubt that it made Bell wonder what had happened between them. She made a mental note to ask Adler about it later, but for the moment, she hardened her gaze, attempting to make herself seem less vulnerable than she truly felt.

“It can’t hurt, Sims. She’s always been one of the best, you know that.” Adler said pointedly. “Anyways, we’re gonna use a hypnosis technique. While our little Bell will be in a hypnotic state, I will be reading the operation report, retelling every detail of what happened when she and you were boots on ground. Theoretically, she should remember it all and be able to decode it.”

Sims shrugged, Park and Lazar nodded in affirmation. The group disbanded wordlessly, Park headed over to the computer by the gun rack with Lazar trailing behind and Sims went over the gate that locked the chain link fence. That had left her and Adler, as he lit another cigarette (his fourth in the last couple of hours, Bell noted) and sat at a chair in front of the evidence board. 

He stared quietly at it, his mouth was set in a frown but his sunglasses had made it impossible to even begin to guess what the man was thinking. 

“Adler,” Bell spoke quietly, tapping his shoulder. Adler smiled ever so slightly, the small gesture was a welcome change from Sims’ behavior just a moment ago. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Anything, kid.” He said coolly, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“That memory exercise we’re doing, we can use it to recover some of my memories?” A glint of hope appeared in her chestnut eyes.

He chuckled, low and husky. “Ain’t that exactly what we’re doing, Bell?” She rolled her eyes but gave a small laugh in return.

“You know what I mean. Like, the memories that aren’t from war or anything like that. Something a bit happier.”

Adler grimaced then sighed, ashing his cigarette and sitting up straighter, and the small smile that appeared on Bell’s face vanished, like she knew he was about to tell her some unfortunate news. The pair sat in an awkward silence as Adler thought about how to break it to her.

“We can’t really.” He reached for her hand, giving it a light squeeze before pulling away. “The memory exercise only works when you have either one or two things; a written documentation of a memory that we can actually get our hands on or someone who was also there that can recall the memory and tell it to ya.”

“Oh.”

“When we found you, you didn’t have a journal or anything on you. Not even dog tags. No one would have been able to identify you if I wasn’t there.” He pursed his lips, offering a small apologetic smile. “Sorry, Bell.”

“Well I mean, we’ve been friends for a while. What do you know about me? Anything about my family?” The hopefulness had returned to Bell’s eyes, and Adler could feel a lump forming in his throat as he thought deeply. 

“Uh, well,” He cleared his throat. “You never spoke anything of them really, it seemed a sore spot for ya so none of us ever really pried.” She glanced down, looking utterly defeated as she sniffled. Adler tried to lighten the conversation at least a little. This wasn’t the place nor the time. “I know that you used to have a nicotine addiction worse than me.”

Bell chuckled. “I still crave them all the time.”

Adler chuckled, clapping her shoulder. “Tell you what,” He said, reaching into his pocket to grab his cigarettes. He handed one to her and she placed it between her teeth, giggling a little as he lit it for her. “I think you deserve at least one. Old habits die hard.” She took a drag, blowing a playful ‘O’ into his face. “Atta girl. I’ll get you a pack tomorrow.”

“I knew I liked you for some reason.” She smiled, the first genuine smile Adler had ever seen out of the woman.

“I’ve always been an enabler of your bad habits.” 

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January 26th, 1968

Camp Haskins, South Vietnam

0700

“Bell, time to wake up” A raspy voice had startled her awake, the boot of the offender shaking the fold up chair she had practically passed out in. She groggily opened her eyes to find her new teammate with a shit-eating grin on his face. “It’s crank time.” 

“I’m up” She grumbled, rubbing her eyes. He swiped the chair back to the ground where Bell had been leaning, causing the legs to harshly meet the floor and she nearly fell forward. The man chuckled lightly.

“C’mon sleeping beauty, you knew we were doing this.”

“Yeah, I know.” The exhaustion was still evident in her voice as she rose from the chair, grabbing the M16 she had left leaning against the wall. She followed behind him, taking in the scene around her as she left the tent, the morning sun already beating against her skin.

It hadn’t been her first choice, being assigned as an agent working boots on ground with MACV-SOG, and it certainly wasn’t her first choice to be placed in the middle of buttfuck nowhere Vietnam. Her work was typically confined to that of a desk in an office, in the comfort of air conditioning and without the threat of an enemy attack at a moment’s notice. However, given her limited but notable military work, her handler thought she would be wasted back home in the comfort of an office in London. 

Her handler was of course right, but she wished he wasn’t as the stench of gunsmoke, gasoline, and body odor filled her nose. She watched about a dozen shirtless, grimy men going about their business. Most had simply ignored her, but a few had leered at her as she passed by, perhaps bedazzled by the first clean and somewhat attractive thing they had probably seen with their own eyes in months, Bell cockily mused to herself. 

“Camp Haskins, what a sausage fest.” Bell said quietly, chuckling.

“I heard that.” Adler yelled back good naturedly, and Bell half walked, half jogged to catch up with him. “You should be thankful, this place is a fuckin’ oasis compared to the shitstorm out there. Those boys keep it that way.”

“Yeah, yeah ‘God bless our troops’ and all that shit they keep telling us.” She jabbed Adler’s arm and he laughed softly. 

“I know it’s not what you’re used to, but your handler could’ve done worse for you.” They approached the landing zone, her other new teammate, and Adler’s best friend, she had determined based on their interactions, sat on the ledge of a helicopter ready and waiting for them. 

“Finally found Bell?” He hollered out over the sound of the whirling blades of the craft, without looking up from the magazine he was reading. Lawrence Sims was his name, he had dark skin with large, almost doe-like black eyes to match. He wasn’t a looker, but he had a friendly, jovial feel about him. Adler approached him, snatched the magazine from his hand to take a lingering glance at the lewd picture within. 

“That shit’s gonna make you go blind, Sims.”  He threw the magazine back at Sims as Bell loaded herself in. 

“That’s why I want it all right up here.” He replied jokingly, pointing his finger to his temple and shooting a playful, friendly wink at Bell.

“You’re not helping Bell’s accusation that this place is a sausage fest.”

“I’d say she’s made an astute observation, then.” Sims clapped his hand on her shoulder. She returned their grin. However, as the pilots began to load in, the mood shifted dramatically with it, like someone had sucked all the humor out of the situation and brought them back to the real world. Adler took this as his cue. 

“We got a new assignment. FOB 4 Ripcord is holding a vital asset that Charlie wants real bad.” He shouted over the deafening sound. 

“What kinda asset we talking about?” Sims asked. 

“The kind you don't ask about. Ripcord has been taking a hell of a beating, so it's our job to secure the asset and get the fuck out.” Bell began to stiffen and her palms began to sweat inexplicably, which Adler seemed to take notice of. “Relax. We got fast fliers providing combat air support for this mission. It'll be a walk in the park.”

“I’m holding you to that.” She said, putting on her headset as Adler took his leave. He climbed in the helicopter just opposite of them, and with that, about half the armada began to lift off. The chatter rang loud through the headset.

“Badger-niner-one good to go.”

“Badger-niner-two clear to go.”

“Badger-niner-three rotors up.”

Sims shuffled a bit, pulling a cassette tape from his pocket. “You like music?” He asked. Bell nodded, a lump beginning to form in her throat. “Good because I was gonna play it anyways.” He inserted the tape into the helicopter’s radio. He bobbed his head to the beat, singing to himself. His voice sounded muffled, the chatter over the radio began to sound more distant and then eventually, nonexistent. The only sound she could truly make out was the lyrics to the song Sims had played.

I see the bad moon a-risin' I see trouble on the way I see earthquakes and lightnin' I see bad times today

She felt sick, nauseous, the sound of the music only worsening the deep pit that began to build in her stomach, she began to sweat, hyperventilate, her vision became blurry, all the colors merging with the blinding light of the rising sun until-

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Present Day

“Shit.” An indiscernible voice cursed, and with that, she felt a sharp jab on some unidentifiable place on her body and all faded into darkness again.

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January 12th, 1968

“You all sitting comfortably?” Adler’s voice quirked up over the radio.

“Why do I feel like you’re about to tell us some bad news?” Bell quipped, noting how her palms were no longer sweaty the way they were just a second ago, calm had overcome her senses once more as she glanced around her. No one seemed to notice her little episode. Good.

“Because you’re a smart girl, Bell. But the news isn't bad. In fact it could be very, very good. The asset at Ripcord is gonna have to wait a little while. We're breaking off from the armada. Taking a detour.” 

Sims raised his eyebrows at this new development. “And... that's good because?”

“A source tipped us off that there may be a heavy hitter from town, a Soviet operative known as Perseus.” 

Bell’s head began to hurt again, the pain teetering on intolerable but she attempted to ignore it for the moment. However, the pain seemed to get worse and worse the more she tried not to think about it, and once again, her vision became blurry and all colors became one again.

“First time Perseus pinged our radar…”

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Present Day

Bell found herself back in bed, the overhead light shining directly into her eyes again with a pounding headache to boot. She tentatively lifted her head and rolled onto her side, confused as to how she even ended up here. One moment, she was smoking with Adler and the next she was here. 

“Oh God…” She groaned painfully, grabbing the water bottle that had been left on the table adjacent to her bed, gulping down nearly half the bottle in one go. 

After she had come to, she began to hear the muffled voices from outside the door, although most of what they were saying was unintelligible, she managed to make out some words and phrases.

“...too much…”

“...resistance…try again soon” 

“...need something to…won’t be happy…” 

Bell couldn’t make out anymore, and the pounding in her skull overpowered her curiosity and she laid back down. She closed her eyes, yearning to let sleep take over her body once more when the door opened, Park and Adler walked in, both staring at her.

Adler’s eyes were of course, unreadable through his signature sunglasses but his expression was set into that of frustration, while Park’s seemed more confused than anything, her brow furrowed as if she was working out some complicated problem in her head.

“How are you feeling, Bell?” Park asked clinically. 

“Like I got hit by a bus.” She whined, Park nodded in assent as she scribbled something in a notebook.

“That’s to be expected.” Park replied, not looking up from what she was writing. Adler cleared his throat as he sat at the foot of the bed, beckoning Park to put the pen down. “Forgive me, I’ve just been documenting the recovery of your memories.” She smiled. “I have a vested interest in your case, seeing as the methods we are using to help you remember are relatively new and-”

“Cut to the chase, Park.” Adler interrupted, and Park sighed in frustration at his impatience. 

“The exercise we attempted tonight wasn’t as successful as we had hoped.” Park explained, reaching into her pocket to hand Bell two blue-colored pills. “For your head, love. You had some kind of reaction at the mention of Perseus during recollection that disrupted the hypnotic state. Pitiful thing, really. Your subconscious must have fairly negative feelings regarding your time spent with Adler in Vietnam.”

“That makes two of us, Bell.” Adler commented, the distaste evident in his tone as he stared off. “Not my favorite time to remember either.”

“Well, I do believe recollection can still be therapeutic for Bell and is essential to the task at hand. Get some sleep Bell, we’ll pick up where we left off in the morning,”  Park gave a courteous smile and left the small, sorry excuse for a room, closing the door behind her. Silence hung in the air for a moment as Bell and Adler were left alone.

“I’m counting on you, Bell. Get some good sleep, need ya sharp for this.” Adler broke the silence, standing from where he sat and heading for the door as well. As he turned the handle, he looked back towards Bell. “Remember, we’ve got a job to do.”

As she fell back asleep, the lyrics for the rest of that song tauntingly played again and again in her head. 

Hope you got your things together Hope you are quite prepared to die Looks like we're in for nasty weather One eye is taken for an eye

Tags: @mayasnowforest @kult6 -- I know you guys asked to be tagged like two years ago, but here y'all are <3

[goosewriting]

Okay, I'm a sucker for these ones, but how about...

Y/N from our world falling into the ROTTMNT world?

Would Y/N explain that they come from a world where the boys are from a TV show, or just keep that one secret for their whole life?

If the boys find out, how would they react?

How would Splinter react?

I can imagine Y/N walking up to their turtle of choice and just breaking down crying, hugging him(especially after seeing the movie) and telling him he didn't deserve that pain.

Falling for you (rottmnt Leo x reader)

summary: reader falls into the rottmnt world and comes across the turtle brothers.

relationship: Rise Leo x GN reader

warnings: kinda meta i guess, this one’s kinda sad u_u sorry 

word count: 2k 

A/N: this fic has been marinating in my wips for almost a year. better later than never amirite? o(-< sorry for the delay! also i couldn’t for the life of me figure out the other turtles, but i liked it enough to post as is. I might come back to this one at some point! this trope is S+ tier btw, thank you so much for the request!

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

There was nothing you were looking forward to more than getting home, taking a nice shower, and collapsing in your bed. This week had been way too hectic for your taste. Recounting all the events in your mind with a slight scoff, you walked down the dim street. Only a couple more blocks and you’d finally be home. If you had the energy, you might even treat yourself to rewatching the Rise of the TMNT movie. You’d definitely laugh and cry just the same as when you first watched it. It was just too good.

You were so lost in thought, that the sudden strong gust of wind took you by surprise. Holding onto your jacket and backpack for dear life, you stumbled over your own feet, knocked over by the sheer force of the draft. With nothing near you to lean onto or take a hold of, you stepped onto the manhole in front of you, which to your horror completely gave in to your weight. With a shriek you fell down the hole, but instead of being engulfed in darkness and having a nasty landing as you expected, you were floating in a tunnel of colours and flashes. As they started to twist around you quicker by the second, you started to feel nauseous, not being able to tell apart up from down and left from right, so you closed your eyes shut and braced for the impact.

After a couple more spins in this strange space, you landed a bit roughly on your side and rolled over. Trembling, you took a couple of breaths to steady yourself. You could feel a slight sting on your hip and elbow where you had landed, but nothing else seemed to hurt. Tentatively opening your eyes, you were sort of expecting to be covered in sewage or at least some dirt, but instead, you found yourself on the ground in what seemed to be a narrow alley. It was dark, so you couldn’t see well, but something was definitely off. The lights coming from the main street were way too bright and neon-y. You also noticed the lack of that typical city smell. Standing to your feet, you dusted yourself off, only to realise that your arms weren’t your arms. Your hands, legs, even your backpack next to you on the ground; it all looked cartoony!

Grabbing your things and running towards the street you spun around to take it all in and concluded that you were, in fact, in a cartoon world of sorts. How hard did I hit my head?! you asked yourself. Because clearly, this could not be real. 

Different characters passed you by on the street, ignoring you. You walked a little farther, trying to recognise the style or some of the shops, but to no avail.

Just as you were turning a corner, you saw a sign that you immediately recognised: Albearto’s. Falling into a jog to check out the shop, you failed to notice the giant vehicle approaching you. And apparently so did the driver, as it came to a screeching halt before you, slightly bumping into you in the process. You were yet again knocked down and on the floor. 

“If I could stop being assaulted for one second, that would be great” you grumbled to yourself.

“Hey, are you okay?” a voice asked from the direction of the vehicle. 

You jumped back to your feet, ready to give them an earful for being so careless, but as your eyes came up to the scene before you, all words left your brain.

In front of you was none other than the turtle tank, four colour-coded turtle bros walking towards you with worried faces. 

And once again, you hit the ground.

You passed out.

— — —

When you came back to, you found yourself lying on a couch. Shielding your eyes from the lights with your hand, you slowly stood up. Taking a look around you immediately recognised that you were in the lair, in the projector room to be precise. 

“Well, someone is finally awake,” you heard a voice behind you. A voice you’d recognise anywhere, amongst hundreds of people. 

You slowly turned around to look at Leo, who was leaning on the back of the couch, looking down at you. 

“Are you okay? You came out of nowhere, we didn’t see you!” he asked and gave you a once over to check for any discomfort. “This is why we don’t let Raph drive” he added with a lopsided grin, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder.

You blinked once, twice. And tore your gaze from him to your hands in your lap, fisting the blanket. 

Should you tell him? That he and his family live in a cartoon world? That he’s your blorbo and you love him with the intensity of a thousand burning suns? What timeline are you in anyways? Did… that already happen? 

Daring to look up at him again, you noticed he was wearing the black arm wraps. He looked at you with a quizzical, almost irritated expression, since you weren’t answering. You gave one last look over your shoulder behind you, and there were in fact a couple of abandoned subway wagons in view. So they were at the new lair.

For now you decided to play along.

Turning around back to Leo, who was still waiting for your answer, you gave him a smug look.

“Do you always bring back the people you almost run over to your home?” you asked.

“Only the pretty ones,” he responded. You looked at him in shock. He mirrored your expression, realising how that sounded.

“That was way creepier than I intended, wait,” he groaned and hid his face behind the back of the couch. You heard him sigh, and then he walked around it to sit on the arm rest beside you.

“Let’s start over,” he smiled and held out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Leo, but you call me Neon Leon”.

Smiling at his self given nickname, you introduced yourself as you grabbed his hand with both of yours, and just kind of held it. You held his gaze as your eyes softened.

“Do- do we know each other?” he asked with an expression that was something between confused and amused. “Usually people don’t react this calm to, well, this,” he explained, using his other hand to gesture at himself. 

“I can’t see why,” you replied, biting your tongue just in time before adding a ‘since I like what I see’. 

“Isn’t that why you fainted though? Out of shock?” he questioned and his eyes fell down to his hand, which was still in yours. Feeling the heat rise up to your face, you immediately let go. 

“No, I, uhm…” You cleared your throat, trying to come up with an excuse. “It was more a shock of almost being run over rather than seeing who it was,” you lied, but commended yourself mentally since it was believable and much better than the truth.

“Understandable,” he nodded. “You’re fine though, right? Donnie ran some tests and we didn’t see any major injuries or anything. Ah, by the way, Donnie is my brother. There’s four of us, actually. Or five, if you count Splinter. Six, if you count April…” he started rambling, counting on his fingers. You noticed he didn’t mention Casey. 

The rest of the day was spent with Leo giving you a tour of the lair, introducing you to everyone, and showing you his Jupiter Jim comic collection. 

When he asked where you were from and other similar questions, you tried to keep it as vague as possible. You hoped that he wouldn’t think you were hiding something because you were a spy for the Foot or something like that. You just couldn’t tell him the truth because if you did, he’d want to know how the show ended, and you don’t want to be responsible for messing up this timeline, whichever it is.

So you tried to enjoy the evening as much as possible, playing games with the turtles, eating pizza and reading comics. 

As the night rolled in, you felt the exhaustion of everything that had happened sinking in. Looks like the lack of energy from your world had followed you even here. With a hearty yawn you stretched your limbs.

“Looks like someone’s tired,” Mikey giggled. 

“Yeah, I think I’ll head home-” you started saying in your sleep-deprived state, only to abruptly stop yourself, eyes now wide open. “Actually, I just remembered I don’t have a place to stay. I got… kicked out” you said, and technically, it wasn’t even a complete lie this time.

“Aw no, poor thing!” Mikey whined and came to hold you in a comforting manner. “You can crash here for now. Right guys?” he looked at his brothers, giving them the best puppy eyes he could manage. Sighing, the others gave in. They weren’t all that keen on letting a stranger stay, but you seemed nice enough.

Once again you were tucked into the couch, this time with more pillows and blankets. They had even offered you some spare clothes to change into. 

Coming out of the bathroom you made your way to your makeshift bed, looking down at your attire. Seeing your own cartoon self in the mirror was weird enough, but now here you were in Leo’s baggy shirt and basketball shorts and it dawned on you that you didn’t know if you’d still be here tomorrow. You had no idea how you had landed here in the first place, or if you were just imagining it. Even then, you wanted to take out as much as possible from whatever time you’d get to spend here. 

So you climbed into bed, and waited until you could hear faint snores coming from the bedrooms. Going over the words one last time in your head, you tip-toed your way as quietly as possible to Leo’s room. Gosh, you looked like such a creep right now. But you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Carefully standing next to his bed, you noticed how sprawled out he was, his sleeping mask kinda askew on his face, mouth open. At the sight, your hand came up to cover your mouth, stopping the emerging giggles. He just looked too cute.

Taking a deep breath, you crouched down and held onto his bed frame. You spoke in nothing more than a whisper.

“I don’t know if I’ll be here in the morning, but I just wanted you to know that this was the best day of my life. Never would I have thought I’d meet you for real. You’ve always kept me going when life got difficult, I…” You paused, bitterly smiling at the fact that you were about to profess your love and admiration to a fictional character. “It’s unfair, really. You have no idea who I am, but there’s so much I want to tell you, yet I can’t, I- I shouldn’t. Just know this: You are loved. You are worthy. You are a good leader. You are a good brother. And if I am still here tomorrow, and the next day, and the next… I wish for nothing more than to be by your side.”

Suddenly your mind was flooded with the events of the Krangpocalypse, and you felt the tears building up. You stood up and turned to leave, but stopped in your tracks. For a moment you battled with yourself, but ended up taking a step back again to lean over Leo and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. As you leaned back up he stirred, and you turned to make a quick leave.

What you didn’t know however was that he’d been awake and had heard everything, but was too shocked to react. After some minutes pondering if he should go talk to you or not, he decided it couldn’t wait until the next day; he wouldn’t be able to sleep anyways after what you said, especially the way you said it. 

Climbing out of bed Leo silently made his way to the projector room only to find an empty couch.

You were gone without a trace.

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[kaigarax]

Absolutely Dazzling

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone that's everything you're not."

“Would you die if someone told you to?” You asked, your legs wrapped around the tree branch as you hung upside down, your golden eyes meeting with Gojo’s own bright blues.

Gojo scoffed, “of course not. Why would you ask such a stupid question?”

You laugh, giving Gojo a light flick to his forehead.

If you were anyone else he would’ve swat your hand away. Actually, if you were anyone else, you likely wouldn’t have even been able to have come in contact with him at all.

“(Y/n),” Gojo pouted, “you’re so mean to me.”

You smile unapologetically, “sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

“You’re right,” you hum, “I’m not.”

Gojo felt a smile pull at the corners of his lips as he looked at you. Always so playful and carefree. Imagines he might’ve been a little more like you if he had been able to be a child while growing up. Imagines he might’ve been able to make friends more easily.

“Would you die if someone told you to?” Gojo asked, his own face inches away from yours.

You smile ever so prettily, with your hair loosely hanging from your head and all the blood rushing to your head. Most wouldn’t look that pretty in a moment like this, much less this pretty when upside down. But you’re not most. You’re you - and nothing is more like you then right now as you stare at him, a strange look in your brilliant eyes as you reply with a simple, “yes.”

…

…

…

He supposes he should’ve expected such an answer from someone like you. Really though, no matter how much Gojo prepared himself he likely would always be surprised at a moment like this.

This, afterall, is what separates you from him.

What separates you from everyone else.

He wonders how you might react if he were to press his lips to yours. Wonders if you’d smile fondly or run away. If you’d act like it never happened at all. Finds himself wanting to kiss you so badly. He doesn't, of course, but he does wonder.

He thinks that you, if anyone, would probably understand him best.

That’s why he doesn’t lean forward.

---

“This is a beautiful world, ain’t it?” You asked, staring off into the distance with a wistful look on your face.

Gojo looked around, a brow raised. Sure, one could consider snow decorating the ground as a pretty sight but when paired with gray sludge and yellowish brown grass peeking through it seemed anything but. The sky was a dull grey, no sight of its usual brilliant blue - the clouds melding into one large indiscernible amalgamation. The trees are a barren brown with no bright leaves to colour their bare skin or an icy layer to protect them from the harsh gaze of others.

The streets don’t dazzle with the brightness of the streetlights above.

A shattered glass bottle sits alone in the corner of a parking lot, littering the environment.

Even the world itself seems dull. Void of colour. Lacking any semblance of personality that would separate it from something else. Does not at all match the brilliance of the painting that lined the walls back at his house. It’s almost as numb as it is boring.

Gojo turns back to look at you, your eyes glowing gold as you fondly gaze upon the world around you.

“You alright, (Y/n)?” Gojo asks, giving you an incredulous look, “get a couple screws knocked loose during that last fight?”

You ignore him, in that halfway way, as you usually do. Walking with your arms held out to either side as you balance on the curb between the sidewalk and the road humming a vaguely familiar turn that Gojo just can’t seem to name but remembers like the back of his hand. It’s no song he’s ever listened to himself but it’s one that always seems to take up a large portion of his mind when he thinks of you. It's the only song he associates solely with you.

“Hello?” Gojo takes longer strides and leans over so his head is side by side with yours, “are you listening to me, (Y/n)?”

Apart from a simple nod of the head you don’t acknowledge his presence any further.

Just enough of a reaction to keeping Gojo from bursting out in a puff of frustration.

“Guess you really did lose some of your sanity in that last fight.” Claims Gojo, loud and boisterous as he stuffs his hands in his pockets and picks up his pace so that you’re now behind him as he continues to stride forward.

You hum in acknowledgment, “I might’ve,” your voice playful and amused.

“No. You definitely have lost a couple screws.”

“Mhm.”

“Imagine what Suguru would say,” Gojo says, “he’d be even more horrified of you now then before.”

Among everyone, Gojo would say that you were the most fair when it came to showing (or rather not showing) affection towards your fellow classmates and peers. Fair, like a teacher with a class of new students. That, despite your playful attitude and happy go lucky moods, you always kept a fair distance between yourself and everyone. Except maybe for Geto Suguru who you favoured ever so slightly more than everyone else. Nothing blatantly obvious. It was, in fact, so small of a thing that the others would have called Gojo crazy if he were to bring it up. But Gojo, being ever the observant person he most definitely is, noticed. He noticed every single time.

You, ever the fair (and cruel) individual that you are, manage to keep a calm expression, “he might~” Not giving away anything in the slightest. Gojo can’t decide if that irks him more than what he thought would’ve been the slightest hint of a reaction.

The smirk playing on Gojo’s lips slowly starts to disappear at your lack of a reaction. Even the simple nods of acknowledgement are not enough to satiate him for long. Gojo wants - no want is too small a word. He craves - no, not even that word doesn't seem to fully encapsulate his present state of mind. Gojo Satoru needs attention. More specifically, he needs to constantly be the center of your attention. Refuses to be but a side thought as you walk along a curb with your arms held out like you might lose your balance at any second.

Believes he might even die if left to his own devices for even a second longer.

“(Y/n).” Gojo suddenly says, his voice louder than normal as it echoes through the empty streets.

“That’s my name.”

“Say my name.”

Your lip twitches up into a smirk ever so subtly and ever so quickly that anyone apart from Gojo would’ve missed it.

His heart flutters dramatically.

“Gojo.”

Gojo pouts, “you haven’t called me that since the Kyoto Goodwill Event.”

“Very astute of you to notice.” You tease, careful to keep your voice steady or else risk the wrath of a tantrum throwing Gojo Satoru.

You’re kind of like most people in that sense. Always so careful about what you say and how you say it while you’re around him. So astute and attuned to his moods. Not because you want to but because you have to. It’s simply a privilege given to someone like him being born strong. He doesn't like it.

Hates it, in fact.

Makes him feel so distant from everyone else.

Lonely - despite not being alone.

But it’s different when you do it. Different from how Shoko and Suguru do it too. They tease him ever so gently with soft prods and pokes at his outer shell. You, on the other hand, outright push. Sometimes doing the exact thing that would annoy him just because.

You’re cruel.

And mean.

And kind of a brat.

But maybe - just ever so slightly - he kind of likes it.

Maybe he sounds a little hypocritical and contradictory.

He feels almost normal when you poke and prod (shove) him metaphorically. Maybe it’s because you treat him like how you treat everyone else? Or perhaps it has something to do with that smile you give him that sends his stomach tumbling in a turn like it does when he gets a punch to the stomach (which doesn't happen often)? Or, just maybe, it’s because of the way your eyes seem to peer into his own. How your eyes seem to peer into everyone’s souls - as if you know something they don’t.

“(Y/n).” Gojo says, his voice flat.

“Satoru.”

And his heart skips a beat - as it always does when you say his name like that.

Gojo frowns ever so slightly, but you can’t see it, “you get lonely, don’t you?”

“I imagine we all get lonely from time to time, Satoru.”

Gojo turns around, surprised to see that you’re right behind him, your eyes peering curiously into his own as if you knew that was what he was going to do next. He has half a mind to flick your forehead gently - the other half of his mind wondering what it might be like to kiss your lips. He, of course, holds steadfast and calms his erratically beating heart, “I didn’t ask about everyone, did I?”

“So you didn’t.”

“So?”

“So…” you say it the same way he does when he’s teasing someone.

Gojo huffs, “I guess someone like you just wouldn’t understand.”

You hesitate ever so slightly.

And Gojo, being ever the conversationalist expert that he is, would of course interpret that silence as a denial of his previous claim. He wonders if everyone else would have noticed such a shift in your mood and tone. Something so subtle and acute to exactly who you are as a person. So unlike everyone else.

Everyone else, Gojo thinks, likely would have overlooked that slight moment of hesitation. Well, maybe Suguru would’ve noticed it but that’s because Suguru has always been a people person. Able to convince someone a squirrel was a mouse if he put his mind to it.

You smile ever so distantly, “it’s lonely being placed upon a pedestal that you never asked for.”

“What do you mean by that?” Gojo asks, raising his sunglasses ever so slightly in an attempt to get a better look at you. His six eyes, unfortunately, reveal only the secret to your abilities. Nothing to do with your soul or mind.

“You know what I mean.”

And he hates that he does.

…

…

…

The two of you stand in silence for a while. Just kinda staring at one another. Neither one of you is really sure of what to say next. Stuck in a stalemate of sorts. Kind of like what happens whenever the two of you spar. Simultaneously wanting both to keep the other safe while also seeing how far they can be pushed. Sometimes it almost feels like a sick obsession of some sort. A horrible need to see you bleed. He of course holds back. Feels disgusted at himself for the thought. But it’s there nonetheless.

Satrou thinks that maybe, in another life, he would’ve liked to have been born normal.

No, that’s a total lie.

He loves absolutely everything about being a sorcerer. Loves the fact that he was born the strongest in this day and age. Stands above everyone else. Receives special privileges simply because he was born the way he is. Finds almost a sick perverse pleasure showing off his strength to everyone else. He is, in every sense of the word, absolutely brilliant. That in this world there will forever be him - a line - and then everyone else. But, and he hates to admit it, only in this world.

Or maybe he doesn't hate that idea so much.

He doesn't want to be normal.

Loathes the idea that there might be a world where that’s all he is.

But… the idea did have to come from somewhere.

It’s strange. Kind of like wanting to keep everything he is while also wanting to be everything he isn’t. Never wanting to give up one thing for another. Forever torn between what he is and could be.

“Sorry, Satoru.” You say suddenly and your eyes don’t glow.

They seem almost normal as they look into his own. You seem almost human. Well, of course you seem human - you are a human after all - but in this moment Gojo could have almost called you normal despite your apology being anything but. You remind him almost of-

Oh.

So, this is everything he could have been.

Everything he is not.

Everything.

Gojo’s eyes soften, “what for?”

“For one thing,” you shrug, “or another.”

“Come on, (Y/n)!” Gojo exclaims, “why’re you apologising in such a stupid and mysterious way?”

You smile again in that way that makes Gojo’s heart flutter, “sorry.”

Gojo feels a flush rise up evident through the red tip of his ears. In a quick attempt to distract you he leans over and flicks your forehead ever so slightly. It’s a gentle kind of flick but sends lighting through his fingers as his skin comes in contact with your own.

“Yeah,” Gojo says suddenly, “this is a beautiful world.”

Fall in love with someone that’s everything you’re not.

[miladydewintcr]

Ah hello and happy Friday! So happy to see another Bellara lover. ^^ How about “Share a blanket with me?” for your Rook and Bellara?

Ahh another Bellara fan!!! Thank you so much for this, I hope you enjoy <3

For @dadrunkwriting (Veilguard content!!)

word count: 874 rating: G

The Fade was cold. It was a strange sort of cold, too. What it lacked in bite, it made up for in chill. It wouldn’t make your cheeks red, but it would seep into your bones and leave you trembling. And none of the fires Solas had set up seemed to do anything to keep it at bay.

One of the things Viveka had found most difficult since leaving Nevarra had been the lack of things. She’d always been something of a magpie, collecting trinkets and interesting books and antiques. Many Mourn Watchers were. Their job was to preserve history, after all- and history was told in knick-knacks and in bones just as much as the written word.

Arriving at the Lighthouse with no more than four items to her name and the clothes on her back had been hard on its own. But then, once the excitement of it all had started to wear off she’d realised she wasn’t just uncomfortable without her belongings.

Viveka wished for the first time that she could’ve stuffed something a little more practical in her bag when she was being whisked out of the Necropolis. As much as she enjoyed looking at Baron von Markham’s urn, the sense of smug satisfaction she got knowing that his snobby family had no idea it was even missing, it wasn’t going to keep her warm.

After trying and failing to fall asleep in her room, she made her way into the library and tried to warm herself up at one of the lit torches. She knew veilfire didn’t quite burn in the same way as regular fire, but she was scared to conjure up something a bit more substantial with her magic for fear she’d destroy the dilapidated building further.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat shivering on the sofa, legs drawn up to her chest, her face just short of being in the veilfire she was so close to it. She expected to stay there, awake and cold and alone, until morning. Or, morning in the outside world- time didn’t seem to pass the same way here.

The heavy wooden door to the courtyard startled her as it opened with a loud creak.

“Oh! Sorry!” Bellara said. “I didn’t think anyone else was still up.”

Viveka offered her a tired smile. “Me either.”

“Are you okay?”

Viveka rested her chin on her knees. “Just cold. And tired.”

“This must be your first time in the Fade for an extended period of time. Right?”

“Right.”

“I promise you get used to it,” Bellara assured her. “The cold, I mean.”

Unsure how to respond, Viveka just squeezed her shivering body a little tighter. Her teeth had started chattering at some point, she wasn’t sure when.

Bellara hesitated in the doorway. “I’ll be right back,” she said firmly, taking off up the stairs at a sprint. “Don’t move!”

She returned quickly with one of the rough woollen blankets from the infirmary. It hadn’t even occurred to Viveka to take one of those. She really must be tired, she mused.

“Here you go,” Bellara said, sitting on the sofa beside her and unfolding the blanket. “Share with me? You’ll warm up quicker if we share body heat.”

Viveka raised an eyebrow. “Really?” she said teasingly. “That’s the line you want to go with?”

“It’s not a line, it’s science-” Bellara insisted, a light blush colouring her cheeks.

“Should I remove my fancy Orlesian corset first? Whatever shall we do if my evil husband walks in on us? You know he’ll see us in such a compromising position and assume. My reputation will be ruined!”

“You know, you’re teasing me, but you seem to know rather a lot of romantic novel tropes, too, just off the top of your head.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m being deadly serious.”

Bellara wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and shuffled closer, pulling it around herself, too. “Hmm. Sure you are. I’ll bet your evil husband is a lord or something, too, right?”

“A prince,” Viveka corrected. “And I suspect he might’ve murdered his own father, too.”

Bellara turned her head to face her. Viveka hadn’t realised quite how close she was until they were nose-to-nose. Smiling brightly, Bellara shifted to rest her head on Viveka’s shoulder. “It’s alright. I’ll keep you safe from him.”

Viveka uncurled slightly, let her knees drop and her feet hit the floor. As much as she was teasing her, Bellara had been right. She was warm, and Viveka’s body seemed to lean into her of its own accord.

“Promise?” she asked sleepily.

Bellara’s hand found hers under the blanket. “Sure. I’ll even duel him for you, if you want me to.”

“Be careful. He fights dirty.”

“It’s okay. I can shoot lightning.”

She didn’t remember falling asleep, but when she woke up the next morning, it was to find she had one arm wrapped around Bellara, whose face was buried in the crook of her neck.

Neve stood over them, a cup of steaming hot coffee in her hands. Slowly, she raised it to her lips and took a sip.

“Don’t,” Viveka hissed softly, not wanting to wake Bellara.

“I’m not saying anything.”

Her raised eyebrows said enough.

[aeoki]

Tri-Lights - Wheel of Fortune: Chapter 4

Location: Yumenosaki Tennis Court Characters: Sora, Natsume, Tsumugi & Madara

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Madara: ♪~♪~

Alright, here comes the next serve. Take that…!

Tsumugi: ………!

Natsume: A service aCE…!

Tsumugi: We couldn’t move an inch. As expected of Mikejima-kun – his athletic abilities are off the charts.

Natsume: Is that what you should be saying right nOW? His serves are so strong we haven’t even gotten one point off him, you knOW?

I think the sun will set before we can rescue Sora at this poiNT. You were the one who accepted the battLE, so you need to put more back into iT.

Tsumugi: I–I know… But I didn’t think Mikejima-kun was this strong. I just thought he was just slightly good at sports.

I’ve seen Mikejima-kun help out a lot of units, but who would have thought he’d be this good at tennis?

Natsume: That’s an overly optimistic outloOK… He’s skilled enough to help other units so it wouldn’t be strange to think that he’d be good at tennis too, rigHT?

Madara: Hahaha! Is this a fallout?

You need to cooperate with each other when you’re playing doubles. Surely, you don’t think you can win with just fighting spirit alone?

Natsume: Fighting instinct and cooperation or whatevER… you’re talking about too many different thinGS…!

Madara: Hehehe. You’ve gotten more fired up, Natsume-san ♪ You’re heading in the right direction ♪

On the other hand, Tsumugi-san, you’re still so calm. Maybe I should say you’re cautious instead.

You two don’t look like you’re trying to win – Are you really okay with how things are?

Tsumugi: T–That’s what we’re trying to do…

But I’m not good at showing vigour.

It feels like you’re playing tennis with us out of goodwill, so I can’t feel a sense of urgency.

Madara: Hmm, goodwill, huh… You trust me too much, Tsumugi-san.

Sora-san, could you get Tsumugi-san motivated?

Sora: Well, Sora does want Master and Senpai to work a bit harder~

So Sora wants to see you two work together to beat “Mr Giant”!

Otherwise, Sora would think that’s all our relationship amounted to and would feel sad.

Master, Senpai – Sora believes that you can make up for what you’re lacking in skill by working together!

Madara: The outcome of this tennis game can even affect the unit relationship, huh. Yup, that’s a good way to motivate someone ♪

It’s true “Switch” can’t be called “Switch” if Sora-san isn’t there.

But Sora-san would be put in a tough spot if his two seniors can’t work together.

Tsumugi: I–I’m sorry. Sora-kun, you must be feeling anxious because the game is way too one-sided, right?

Can we take a small break? I’ll discuss things with Natsume-kun and see what we can do.

It’s time to strategise… You’re okay with that too, right, Natsume-kun?

Natsume: Of courSE. We have our pride as weLL.

This may be a battle that’s out of our league but we have to aim for victory now that we’ve accepted iT.

Tsumugi: Thank you. I’m an amateur in all this but this is what I suggest.

First, we should keep the same formation with me in the back and…

Sora: HaHa~♪ Their “colours” have gotten more fired up ♪ I think you might have a hard time, “Mr Giant”~

Madara: Yeah. Tennis is a sport where a larger number of players is more advantageous, after all.

Hehe. It seems things have finally kicked into gear. Even someone like me without synesthesia can tell that their will to fight is starting to show.

Is this what you wanted, Sora-san? Is this closer to the image you had of a sporty “Switch”?

Sora: Yes. This is fine. Probably.

Both Master and Senpai are far too kind-hearted, so Sora is certain that “that’s” the part missing from the sporty “Switch”~

Sora doesn’t know about the past but Sora thinks the past Master and Senpai had gotten tired from all the fighting.

They didn’t want anyone to be hurt anymore, so they became “magicians – witches” who would save unhappy people. That’s what Sora thinks when Sora looks at the current Master.

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[jadedandconfusedao3]

Oblivion

Chapter 5 - The Screaming Starts Now

They got to the moon in exactly nine hours, fifty-three minutes and forty-two seconds. Hermione appeared at the doorway when they were fifteen minutes out and asked them to come back to the cockpit. Draco nodded in cold silence, Theo thanked her, and they both moved back to their seats.

Space travel had not been all he had thought it would be. The lack of gravity made it impossible to get comfortable. The only time his muscles could rest was to literally strap himself into something. After the first hour, his muscles were aching from the constant strain. The slightest touch to any surface sent him careening off in the opposite direction unless he was holding on tightly. It was only when they ventured into the kitchen for lunch had he realised that in most rooms the seats had restraints. He sunk into the first one and buckled in letting his muscles rest for the first time in hours.

Lunch was a travesty. The food was horrendous. He understood that there had been little opportunity to refit this muggle contraption to wizarding standards, but stasis charms were not hard. He would have cast them himself if it meant he had any option other than eating the strange things on offer.

It was wrapped in shiny stuff that looked like metal but easily ripped open when you tugged at the corner. Inside, it was like a brick, compacted down until all that was left was a cube of dense material. The writing on the package said it was chocolate, but whoever had chosen to name it that must have never had any in their life, because the only thing that it had in common with its namesake was the colour. He had eaten it with as much grace as he could muster whilst strapped to a stool.

Theo appeared to be having a great time. He enjoyed flying around the different spaces in the ship, flitting from room to room in a blur. He had spent hours at the various viewing portals pointing out constellations, planets, and other astronomical phenomena. Draco had weathered it with fond exasperation and had begun to regret their fallout with Granger. Surely, they could have both regaled each other with the information so he could sulk in peace.

It was partially for this reason that Draco accepted Granger’s apology seven hours in. It was the third time that she had tried to set things right between them. The first two Draco had simply glared at her until she left again. This last time, she floated in and waited nervously at the door. Draco had looked up with a blank expression, but Theo gazed at her with such barely concealed adoration that Draco finally caved.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured looking down at the floor with her body angled toward Draco.

Draco raised an eyebrow and met her gaze when she looked up. “I’m not sure that I’m the one who you should be apologising to.”

She blushed slightly and faced Theo, who looked delighted to have her attention. “I’m sorry. I really am.”

He smiled gently, “It’s ok, Hermione. It was an impossible situation.”

She smiled at him gratefully and Draco looked away, wrestling with both the urge to protect his friend and a painful dark flash of jealousy. He wanted Theo to be happy, he did, and if this is what it took, he could pull back his overprotective tendencies. He tried to tamper down the resentful feelings inside him. No good would come of wanting either of them.

As he had suspected, Theo and Hermione launched into an avid discussion of gravity, how the ship worked, how bright the night sky is in space, and a variety of other topics that Draco had absolutely no interest in.

Instead, he practised magic. He tried Leviosa, Lumos, Locomotor, and other basic spells. The effect space had on them was interesting. In zero gravity Leviosa practically shot things around the room, and it took him almost half an hour to get it to the point where he could gently move an object. Lumos was the opposite. It seemed to do barely anything in the darkness of space. The light dwindled almost instantly requiring more and more magic to stay sustained.

By the time Campbell called them all back to the cockpit, he felt like he had a reasonable grasp on how the environment would affect his magic.

Theo floated past first but before he could follow, Granger grasped his wrist.

“Are we ok?” she asked her expression determined, “I don’t what any hard feelings to jeopardise the mission.”

He looked at her blankly, “I don’t give a shit about your mission. My priority is his safety. The only value your mission has to me is getting him out of that hellhole.”

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[gal-palanaeum]

Fucking God by Stingythefish

Rated Explicit, 2500 words, Blushweaver/Endowment Blushweaver meets someone in the Cognitive Realm and naughty shenanigans ensue

Excerpt below the cut rated Mature for violence. And MAJOR Warbreaker spoilers!

Blushweaver felt the knife slide across her throat. She felt a hot wash of blood pour down her neck, across her chest. She felt a sinking horror. No. Everything I’ve worked for! No! She was dying, she was dying and everything was falling apart. NO!

And then, she felt a ripping sensation as she tumbled to the floor. The world around her suddenly changed. In an instant, the stone walls burst with colour, radiant and shiny. Where there was once simple monochromatic tones, now gradients of every sort of colour poured out of every object in sight. It gave the world an indistinct, hazy quality, the fierceness of the colours so powerful that it made the edges of objects indistinct.

Blushweaver stood up hesitantly, looking around. I’m dead. Well, that much was obvious. But she wasn’t gone , clearly. Death, it seemed, was not the end. What does that mean for me?

She glanced down. Her corpse lay face down in a pool of vibrantly red blood, the liquid seeming to be so full of colour that other colours seemed to be jumping out of it, shades that didn’t belong. Above her body, those traitors were a brilliant white. Shining, far more vibrant than the objects around them, yet at the same time lacking a gradient quality. Their souls? Blushweaver turned, and gasped as she laid eyes on Lightsong. The poor man outshone the traitors and his priest alike, by far the most radiant thing in the room. Though everything was made indistinct by all the light, Blushweaver could tell from his posture--he was defeated. What must her death be doing to him?

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” a voice came from behind her.

Blushweaver whirled around. A woman, with dark skin and a billowing cloak, appeared before her. She was distinct, without the glowing quality everything else in this strange afterlife seemed to possess.

“I always feel sorry when your kind disappears. You are among my finest creations.” The woman spoke softly, almost wistfully.

Blushweaver stared. “Are you...dead, too?” No. Somehow, she had a sinking feeling she knew who this person was.

The woman shook her head, striding forward until she stood before Blushweaver. “No, child. I am all that this world is. I am the generosity of a passerby to the impoverished, the love poured out from a mother to her child, the wealth of a king given freely to his subjects. I am the source of everything that is given. I am Endowment.”

Endowment? “So...you’re God.”

Endowment laughed. “Yes. I don’t normally greet the dead, although your kind are somewhat of an exception.”

“My kind?” Blushweaver frowned. “You mean the Returned?”

She nodded.

“But the Returned are supposed to be Gods…” Blushweaver muttered. But you never really believe that, did you?

“Hallandren foolishness,” Endowment said dismissively. “The Returned are my emissaries. The ultimate symbol of what can be Endowed. They are but a piece of divinity.”

A pulling sensation began to tug at Blushweaver. She felt herself stretching, her body longing to go off to someplace. “This isn’t the afterlife,” she whispered in horror.

“No.” Endowment shook her head. “An in-between point. Soon you will move on, to that place even I cannot fully understand, to be with all souls. Soon this Realm will have forgotten you even existed.” She seemed saddened as she spoke the words.

Blushweaver felt herself begin to panic. “I can’t go. Not yet. I have work that I still need to finish. The Idrians, the Lifeless, and Lightsong, I need to--”

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[epitaffia]

was it wrong to believe for a fleeting moment that this should surely be a dream ? it certainly seemed so with how strange recent events have been ... not that the times before those were any less so, gosh no. disorientating would be the word solido would say to ... him, even now ... a hesitant glance over shoulder toward the other, only to see her standing closer did little to quell the nauseous unease stirring within.

solido holds his little, friendly smile well however, even if it doesn't quite meet his eyes ... eyes which quickly return to the task at hand.

" yes, " a simple reply to an odd question ... though was it really all that odd ? cracked lips thin into a line as he fills each mug with steaming water & cocoa powder ... the mind drifting back to the conversation a night ago ; something about parallel universes, the irregular flows of time, & the twisting tides of fate which often lead one down seemingly impossible pathways. it was all a little confusing, honestly, only made the ache behind his eyes worse ( was it really all that different from believing god had a plan for everyone ? yes. what ben- )

" i'm making hot cocoa, i hope that's okay. " ignoring thoughts he cares not to listen to, focusing on the making of warm beverages kept his focus in the here & now. little things of normalcy, of small comforts enough to steady the heart some. once he is satisfied all the chocolaty powder is stirred in, he carries the mugs carefully in each hand & turns on bare heel, stepping past amaretto & toward the little seating adjacent to the open kitchen.

there was a warmth & coziness to the room ; a dark mahogany coffee table between two crimson leather couches, & a small unlit fireplace to the side. dotted about shelves were an assortment of small critter figures, colourful stones & crystals, the odd feather, & random notes. the table wasn't all that tidy, either, which solido notices & simply sighs with an expression too tired to presently care ... what a mess.

" sorry about the mess, i keep meaning to tidy everything up at some point. " with great care not to spill a drop, sweet wrappers are nudged to clear a spot to safely set down the mugs on coasters. he then plops down on one of the sofas, reaching for his own sweet beverage & taking a small sip.

silence ticks on for some seconds, quiet moments in time in which solido relaxes back against the coach, a finger tapping idly against the ceramic rim, casting another cautious glance toward ... come to think of it, he isn't quite sure who he's addressing right now. there's a lack of familiar accent which draws his thoughts to doppio, yet ... he couldn't be certain. perhaps the differences ran deeper than surface level. " i'm sorry, but ... what's your name ? " another light sip is taken of beverage held between palms. it's warmth pleasant. " this whole situation is still quiet confusing, honestly. i wouldn't be surprised if this was all some silly dream, " he chuckles an awkward note, gaze drifting close to amaretto but not quite making eye-contact, " wouldn't be the weirdest, if it was. "

@epitaffia

Her boss had gone over it meticulously on the phone, that despite all appearances, this place was not theirs - far from it, it stood to reason to be on guard the entire time here. Amaretto’s mission was thus - get on their good side and keep Doppio out of trouble. Easier said than done, but luckily, Doppio hadn’t come to yet. 

Undoubtedly a good thing, for while Diavolo and Amaretto had tact, Doppio not so much. Doppio would almost certainly have caused a problem by now and that was the very reason Amaretto knew he hadn’t been up. The room they’d slept in was still in one piece was exactly the kind of evidence that the little troublemaker had been away, she thought to herself.

Still, this offered no comfort for sleep, and instead Amaretto decided that maybe the best decision was to nosy around a little. Not to the extent Doppio would, but probably more than either Diavolo would like. She figured as long as she kept everything in place, no one would notice.

But first things first, she wouldn’t neglect her first job - keeping on top of their Doppio. By gods, she thought, if there’s another Boss, does that mean another Doppio? Well, hopefully he was nicer.

Did that mean another Solido? 

Amaretto had thought of their Solido a lot as things had gone down, the few words he’d said to her. The few she’d overheard him say to Diavolo.

Now he was a different kind of trouble, but a welcome distraction, she thought.

Did they have a counterpart to her, she wondered.. 

She was relatively eager to meet this other system, but tempered her expectations, after all, the Boss had sounded untrusting on the phone. 

She navigates the halls with ease - it’s much like one of their safehouses, in fact, funnily enough, it’s identical. She’d always wondered about alternative universes, how far they went, how far they parted. She guessed for better or worse they were going to find out.

She heads through to the kitchen to see a familiar face, that is to say, one she can identify as sharing the same body as Diavolo, and thus in the same situation as her, although she was still rather.. New to that. The thought was not easy to come by. 

Rather naively perhaps, she approached him without saying anything. She pauses. That accent, sounded familiar. Of a place she’d never been but.. It did remind her of him, so she figured she’d take a guess.

“Solido, right?” From the way he acted though, it was worlds apart. His body language was tense but he seemed.. Kind enough? Not that the Solido she knew was mean, but he was very.. Intense was a good word. She guessed it was only to be expected that there’d be inconsistencies between them all, after all, what was it again the Boss had said? They’d survived. 

Survived what exactly, Amaretto wasn’t sure yet.

“It’s fine, I’m kind of struggling to sleep myself.” Amaretto avoids eyecontact for the time being. “But I’d love a drink or anything really, if that’s okay. I don’t really mind what.” 

She leans against the counter, trying to subtly analyse him. It was rude, she was aware, but she was curious.

[moonmaiden1996]

Claiming his Queen Part 6

Masterlist

This might be a bit of a filler chapter but let me tell you Part 7 is where shit is going down! So stay tuned----As always please leave comments and likes- 

Waking up once again in the strange palace, you found yourself tucked into a giant plush bed. The deep blue silk sheets cradled your body as you pulled yourself from the clutches of sleep. Despite your grogginess, a rush of heat coarse through your body, and you feel light, almost weightless, as you move. Flashes of last night passed through your mind, the feeling of his fingers, the touch of his mouth on you. Your throat plunged into your stomach, mouth hanging wide open in horror. Even with the distinct lack of coldness that clung to your bones for the first time in almost a decade, it didn't make up for the utter mortification that boomed within you.

Oh god! You screamed into a pillow.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you recalled every sinful detail. Your toes still curled at the mere thought. Even in your wildest dream, could you have imagined how fucked your life would be? But you didn't know what else you expected after that fateful night in the basement of the Burgess Manor.

Taking several deep breaths, you draw the sheets to your chest, glancing around the room. Surprisingly it was kidnapper free. Was he even a kidnapper? It’s not like you tried to get away, but there wasn’t much point. It wasn't like you could shimmy down the drainpipe, burst out the gates and bump into a police officer. Casting your eyes around the room, you realise despite the setting sky, it was brighter now. In the light, the room took on a majestic hue.

You did not doubt that this was Morpheus’s room. It was a mix of light and dark; the clincher was the chiselled headboard. The sigil bared down at you, the same carved into your palm and forearm. It was the only proof needed that you were his. It doesn’t mean you understood it, but it’s proof of whatever this was.

"Oh, your awake." Matthew called, swooping down onto the bedpost, “my Lord, requests your presence for dinner. Your garments are in the wardrobe."

"Is there now.“

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You shouldn’t have been surprised by the sheer size of the wardrobe; however, what did shock you was the single dress that hung invitingly in the middle of the room. Only Morpheus would want you to wear such an over-the-top gown. The colour suited your skin, and it was simple but gorgeous. Nothing you would ever dare to wear before, and unsurprisingly the neckline framed the spread of bruises that littered your throat.

Matthew guided you through the corridors, people bowing and scraping to you as you went. The dining room was more of a banquet room, a long-elongated table decorated in filigree and gold.

‘You look beautiful.’ Morpheus purred from the side.

You almost had to do a double take. He looked relaxed, his billowing jacket dancing around his legs as he cocked a glass of wine at you before taking your hand; he kissed your mark before guiding you towards the table. Despite his relaxed body, you saw the fire in his eyes and how his tongue drew against his bottom lip hungrily as he gently tucked your chair beneath you.

"I take it you had the liberty of creating my dress?"

‘’I had that honour. The neckline is very becoming,’ he eyed the mark with pride. "I am sorry not to wake with you, but I thought it would ease you into the day.’

For that, you were thankful. If you had woken up to Morpheus in your bed after everything, it would have pushed you over the edge. An edge that you were already dangling precariously off.

"You need to eat...you can have anything you wish...’ Morpheus purred, sliding into the seat at the head of the table next to you.

You sit wearily, eyeing the man cautiously while he fills your goblet with the same wine he sipped. Having a candle-lit meal was not your current idea of a pleasant evening. You wanted to bury yourself under a mountain of blankets and eat an extraordinary amount of junk food. Yet you were sitting in an elegant dining room poured into a tight dress.

‘What does your heart desire?’ His eyes burnt into you while he sat at the head of the table as he slowly sipped at his wine.

You squirmed under his gaze, your thighs rubbing together, desperate for friction. The answer rose in your throat, but you swallowed it.

‘’Mango milkshake with roast chicken’ ’you squeaked. It was the first thing that came into your head; every Sunday, your mother would make the best tangy mango milkshakes for you while your father roasted a chicken. It was your favourite memory of the three of you, before the basement, before the manor, and before you parent decent into witchcraft.

With a short nod, a small army of staff emerged out of nowhere, fluttering around the table in a flurry of activity, arranging the platters of food.

Steam rolled off the plates and curled into the air, permeating the surroundings with the mouth-watering scent of roasted chicken and spices. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this hungry, and the pit in your stomach won against the bone-crushing anxiety.

You layered your plate, practically inhaling the mountain of food, eyes looking everywhere but the intense god.

"You don't have to avoid your gaze; you are one of few who may look me in the eyes without fear. Perhaps you don't want to look in my eyes for another reason?’’ You didn't need to see his face because the voice carried his smirk, '’Or perhaps you find it hard because of what they remind you of." The velvet voice broke through the silence.

A deep blush across your face crept down your neck, training your stare onto your half-eaten plate. The hunger for food transforming into a hunger for something else.

‘I wish to follow your blush...’ Morpheus purred, curling his body over the table, lips stained a hearty red, pressing his hand into his.

"Please don’t.“ You whined, squirming back in your chair.

Swiftly he removed his hand and settled back into his chair. Your eyes darted across his form as he carefully decanted the wine into his glass, filling it to the brim.

‘’That's it? That’s all I have to say?”Your eyes flitted across his dark features, waiting, but nothing came, just the adoring smile as he lounged again on the dark wood, glass twirling in his hand.

"Of course.’’ The wine only enhanced his rich voice. '’You will be my queen, wife, partner, advisor, lover, and future mother to my children. Your word carries as much power here as mine.’’

'Children?’ your face scowled deeply at the man.

“We talked about this.” Matthew half whispered, wings flapping frantically as he settled on the back of his master's chair in a fluster.

What. The. Fuck.

“She is my soulmate; of course, she will be. She will rule the dreaming along my side; I will be her king, husband, and devoted follower.’’ Morpheus said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Even uttered with a small smile lingering on his lips.

This. Fucking. Guy. A rage simmered within you.

"So if I said take me home, you would obey." You snapped, grabbing at your goblet and gulping down two mouthfuls of wine, the bitter taste burning your tongue.

The god's eyes glistened in glee.” Then I would have to prove to you why you must stay. Or perhaps that's what you want..." His feature darkened in the soft candlelight.

"Am I ever going to leave this place?” You choked, tears welling up in your eyes.

His face softened, taking your hand in his "you are not a captive. You will be free to wander the universe; my heart, it is just till our bond is completed, and no one can keep us apart. Especially my siblings" he growled, "my other siblings may seek you out to hurt me or steal you for themselves."

"Cool it. You're scaring her.” Matthew gritted out from a clenched beak.

For a moment, there was silence. For the first time, you realised you felt fear that you might be in danger. You were insignificant, human and brittle compared to him, caught as playthings amongst beings you would never comprehend.

"Is that chicken? Thank god I'm starved….chicken me.’ He flapped his wings, propping open his mouth.

You couldn’t help but laugh through watery eyes, tossing a chuck of chicken at the bird that gulped it down merrily. ’Morpheus has a big family, a very big eccentric family. Do you have any siblings...?’ Matthew guided through a mouth full of chicken.

"Matthew…" Morpheus glowered.

‘What it's polite to ask, and you were making her uncomfortable, you need to connect with her…so do you?’

Your eye softened at the barmy bird, guzzling down thick chunks of meat.

"No... my parents only had me...’

"Are your parents still alive? They aren't going to be worried about you, are they?" You saw him through a quick scowl at his master, or at least how you thought a bird scowl might look like.

"No, they died..." Your voice sounded hollow; your eyes were still thick with tears.

"That's rough. I know when my mum died, I was broken. Were you close?" Matthew softly spoke.

"No, not really. Not in the end... I think... In the end, we all began resenting each other..." It was weird to say it out loud, but almost a relief.

‘How could they resent you?’ Morpheus's low voice was soft and tender. It was the first tie he had taken in the exchange; the hunger in his eyes was gone, replaced by something akin to concern

‘’For lying to each other. Them gaslighting about what happened in the basement., me telling them I was fine. I think I started hating them... they made me have all these skin drafts’’ your hand subconsciously moving to shield your mark. ‘’... but each time, the mark would still be there. I think we just stopped talking, and then they were just gone one day.’

Outside, a thick streak of red lightning cut through the sky, with a sickening crack pulling your attention. Beyond the window, the setting sky was clouded black, the low rumble ripping through the heavens. Your focus tore from the window to Morpheus. He was shaking with rage, eyes black with no trace of beautiful silver left.

Morpheus rose to full height earning a terrified squawk from Matthew as he flapped into your lap. You waited, body rigid under his gaze, but he didn't make a move, glaring at your tiny figure. You left with a shriek of fright as he tore through the room out of the door.

You let out a shaky sob as your felt Matthew nudge a comforting head into your side.

Xxx

Lucienne eyed the sky in hesitation. Her Lord stood on the steps of his realm, dominating it. In the millennia she had inhabited this plane, never had she seen the sky so black, the angry flashes of lighting blanketing the kingdom in a sinister shade of red.

‘She is still scared of me.’ Morpheus gritted out, sending another flash of lightning crashing down from the skies.

‘My lord, a little understanding may be required with all due respect. She has been taken from her home. Modern women are much more complex than those you have experienced. A lot has changed in the last 100 years.’ She explained.

‘This is her home.’ Morpheus rounded, spitting at his librarian.

‘It is a lot of Lord she is a human...’

‘She is not. She is mine.’

‘As may be, she is or at least was human, and this world and everything in it is complex and alien to her. You must be patient and compassionate. She is vulnerable now and needs you to show understanding.’

Lucienne watched as Morpheus fell silent, her shoulder falling in defeat, retreating into the safety of the library.

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You didn't see Morpheus for the rest of the day or what seemed like a day; time moved strangely in this place. Matthew guided you around the wing, settling you into a small sitting room, a fire roaring through the fire but not loud enough to cover the howl of the thunder outside. But the constant nattering from the raven was comforting.

‘I am just saying Morpheus will give you anything, and Netflix would go down well. Do you know how long it has been since I have seen Friends? Ohhhhh, and maybe Disney Plus, I could go for some sexy Black Widow action if you know what I mean; I am wiggling my eyebrows if you didn’t notice. Ohhhh, eyebrows, add that to the list too.’

You smiled, stroking your fingers over the head of the bird, content with his babbling, yet you couldn’t help but feel the discomfort as the coldness began to creep into your bones again. Your little sanctuary was disturbed as you heard the clear click of familiar shoes on the marble floor.

‘Matthew leave us…’ came the deep command of Morpheus. Matthew wavered on his talons for a moment before inclining his head and flapping away.

‘I…have come to apologise for my conduct earlier. I was angry.’’ Morpheus started, standing in front of you, head low and palms out towards you.

“At me?" your brow creased.

"At your parents for trying to hide my mark from the world...trying to hide you from me.’ His voice was soft as his fingers pulled a stray lock of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear. ‘I cannot blame them; I haven’t always been a good man, but I can be with you beside me. Forgive me.’’

Outside, the storm's fury had begun to die; only the barest glimpse of black and red remained. Turning your gaze back to him, you scrutinised him for the longest moment. His face was strained into a weird contortion of emotion, hair wild, and that was when it hit you, a revelation that shook you to the core.

You nodded, and with a beam of a smile, he swept to sit next to you, dragging you onto his lap, burying his head in your neck. You gazed down into your palm, the sigil carved into your palm, letting your eyes fall shut as he caressed you.

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So reality has hit me, and school starts back up in less than a week, along with the usual rubbish that comes with it. But I will try and update at least once a week. But on the flip side, I have lots of NSFW Alphabets comings.

Question- what do you think Morpheus's favourite sex position is? My answer – Cowgirl as he gets to plough into you while getting an amazing view, but Morpheus secretly loves doggy- all control, and who doesn't like their face pressed down into a pillow while he goes to town behind you?

Challenge ALERT-The first three people to get where the Mango Milkshake reference is from (its my favourite movie) wins the chance to be a character in the dreaming featured in the next chapter and say something to the character! Because why not :P

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[andnofcksweregiven]

Green looks good on you

Jeff x reader

Synopsis: A little jealousy never hurts, right?

warnings: SMUT

‘y/n, ya ready!?’ Jeff's voice bellowed up the stairs, as he clutched the banister to pull himself up the first two steps. His feet treaded up as he listened for a response. ‘y/n we’re gunna be late so your ass better be up or I’m-‘ His sentence got lodged in his throat as he turned into your room and was welcomed with an Adonis.

When Jeff had asked if you could be his plus one for an award show he was nominated in, you were beyond ecstatic. Jeff has been your best friend practically since you moved to LA.

You had been unpacking your boxes, front door wide open to allow a cool breeze to fight against the overbearing LA sun, only for a senior Frenchie to come plodding in idly and slowly lifting their leg up by a box. Frantic screaming and shouting followed suit, with Jeff suddenly shoving himself through the door way to grab the dog before an unfortunate accident- apologies spewing out of his mouth whilst laughter left yours due to the absurdity of the whole situation.

You spun around, the emerald long tight silk dress with a risky thigh slit you had chosen specially to match his dressy polo shirt; which personally always made you feel flustered with how well it clung to Jeff.

‘So wittek, you want to finish that sentence?’ your voice dripped with sass, hand resting on your hip, Jeff still staring mouth opened at you.

‘i-um-i-doesn’t matter. You look-um-yeah. You ready then?’ His eyes darted around the room before he turned to walk back down the stairs. Your hand dropped, disappointment clouding your brain as a pang of hurt attacked your heart. Usually Jeff would be showering you with compliments, maybe he didn’t like the colour on you? maybe the dress didn’t sit as well on you as you thought? Either way, you swallowed the lump in your throat and pushed the strange reaction to the back of your head. Tonight you were here for Jeff, not you, for Jeff.

Or at least you were there for Jeff. As the night progressed and everyone had moved from the award show to the after party, Jeff had vanished into the crowd, leaving you to mingle with the type of influencers who’s ego always got worse after a drink.

The never ending droning of each one’s numbers and statistics and blah blah blah. You stopped paying attention before snapping back as a light tug pulled you to the side, expecting it to be Jeff only to be found with a random man.

‘Sorry you looked like you may needed saving from a very boring conversation’ The stranger chuckled lightly, smiling down to you. He was handsome, had a pearly smile and a dimple on the left, bright shiny eyes attentively reading your face. For the rest of the night thats were you stayed, talking with bright sparkly eyes about everything and anything.

Jeff had completely slipped your mind as you found yourself immersed in a casual conversation, one needed after the lack of basic attention from Jeff. Eventually the random man who you had come to know as Mick, had decided to place his hand gingerly on your exposed leg as you stirred in your seat, legs crossed tighter as to avoid an uncomfortable situation. The long awaited question left his mouth naturally- when are you free for a date?. Before you could spill a single syllable out of your lips, you felt a figure tower over behind you, wiping off the slightly too adventurous hand of Mick as a deep voice bellowed down- “She’s busy” a New York accent dripping off each letter.

Mick persisted though, his attention never leaving you and blatantly ignoring Jeff as he repeated the question. Jeff tensed up as he saw Mick’s hand slowly return to your leg, what happened next was a blur.

You had felt his hand creeping back up and the question echoed once again in your currently hollow head, but before you could shove it off, Mick was shriveling on the floor clutching his nose as blood gushed in between his fingers whilst Jeff panted out of anger- fist still clenched tightly.

You tightened your jaw and grabbed Jeff’s sleeve as you saw the security lurking towards the unexpected scene. Both of you, heavy footed as you stormed towards Jeff’s truck- silence wrapped around you like a blanket which lingered in the car journey, up until you reached your apartment parking. You didn’t leave straight away, nor did Jeff rush you out of the car, instead you both sat there processing what had occurred prior.

‘So are we gunna talk about it?’ you spoke in a hushed tone, still staring ahead along with Jeff.

‘About what?’

This caught your attention where you spun your head towards Jeff. ‘About how much of a dickhead you were tonight?!’ your voice rose an octave as you had reached your limit with Jeff’s stubbornness. He sat there, responding with a half-hearted shrug.

‘You can’t just ignore me the whole night- which, by the way, you had invited me too. Then when some guy shows interest, which once again if you had let me respond for myself you’d know i was going to reject, you break his- fucking- nose!’

Jeff carried on silently sitting there as you continued to scream at him, this time though he was blankly staring towards you, eyes darting rapidly as they inspected your own.

“CAN YOU SAY SOMETHING!? ANYTHING?!” tears brimmed at your eyes, the once lavish dress getting tighter around your waist, crushing the air out of your lungs as your chest heaved. 

silence...

“FINE! SEE IF I CARE ANYMORE JEFFERY” the use of his full name made him flinch like he got poked with a sharp sword, your body turned from him and instead reached towards the door handle. You carried on rambling as you shakily tried to push open the passenger door, however, before you could even apply the force, you felt a hand cradle the back of your head- hair falling in between the fingers as your face got spun back towards Jeff, lips instantly meeting in a hard and bruising kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed, your fingers feel gingerly off the handle and crept up to cradle his face, mouths still encompassing each other as steam slowly started to fog the windows.

Both of you completely lost to each other as the kiss deepened, with Jeff scooping his hands beneath your ass and effortlessly having you straddle his lap, the dress riding up and exposing the secret that you had decided to go commando to the event as to avoid panty lines on your dress. His hand brushed up the side of your bare thigh, bringing to his attention of the lack of fabric he had felt causing Jeff to pull away, but before he could completely, you bit the bottom of his lip and released it, receiving you a deep groan from his throat and a large smack on your right ass cheek with his whole open palm. A high pitched whine escaped your pillowy lips, Jeff’s hand found itself once again wrapping around the back of your head and your cascading hair except this time he harshly tugged it back as to expose the pillar of your neck, administrating peppered kisses all along, some being much harsher and more intent on leaving evidence of Jeff’s existence behind. 

Without realizing, you slumped back down onto his lap and grazed across his applying a light pressure as you did. Jeff’s hands tightened their grips on your hips as he struggled to keep his strangled breaths inside, guttural moans ventured from his deep within his throat as he proceeded to move you along him at the same pace and pressure. It wasn’t enough though for you, you had to be closer, reaching in front you expertly unbuckled Jeff’s belt and pushed yourself up in order to unzip his dress pants and have him quickly pull them down to pool around his ankles. You returned to your prior position, the steady rhythm of your hips finding their pace once again as Jeff returned to filling the car with the sweet symphonies of his borderline porn-a-graphic noises.

Without warning you felt yourself be forced back to standing up as Jeff aggressive tugged his boxers off, his cock springing up and slapping against his clothed abdomen, pre-cum drizzling down the side already. Once again you returned to his lap, the underside of cock being trapped between your warm folds, his pre-cum and your wetness mixing as he guided your hips back and forth, his tip sometimes rubbing against your clit, causing shivers to crawl down both of your spines due to the stimulation.

At this point, Jeff was getting impatient. He was close, and the gentle pace you’ve adopted had him head over heels for you but he needed more. He hooked his arms between the back of both your knees and made crouch over his cock before slowly pushing you down. You inhaled until you felt him fully in you, Jeff stroked your head whilst giving comforting forehead kisses as you clung onto his shoulder, nails digging crescent shapes beneath the cotton/ polyester blend. 

“You ready?” he whispered between you too,

You looked into his eyes and nodded your head, uncertainty clouding your head at the new position you found your self in. However, before your brain could overthink, Jeff held the side of your hips with both opened palms as he proceeded to bounce you on his length. At first he started you off slowly, his cock stretching's you out deliciously as you felt his tip gently stroke your insides. Small whines and whimpers egged him on, his pace drastically changing, the slow pace turning to rabid and animalistic. Your angelic noises, now sinful. Jeff was mesmerized at the view above him, and was struggling not cum on the spot there, as your tits bounced and your moans echoed in his ears and implanted themselves in his memories for later.

You was almost close, The harshness of his vigorous movements had the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting your spot. You felt yourself clutch your eyes tight as the coil in your lower abdomen did too. Jeff quickly placed his left thumb on your clit and started rubbing it sporadically, the sudden added sensation bringing you over the edge and consequently, Jeff as well. Both your hands slapped onto the fogged up drivers window as you came, leaving behind your overlapped handprints before Jeff interlaced your fingers to bring the back of your hand to his lips.

It was now a comfortable silence lulling the both of you, lost for words or even unable to bring about a topic of conversation. That was before Jeff’s exhausted voice floated through the calm air.

“Green looks good on you”

You smiled lazily back at him, still a bit heady and incoherent but managing to whisper, smile still planted on your lips. “I could say the same to you..”

[ragewithinthestorm]

Ala attempted to pretend she was still asleep despite the knocking and gentle voice, she knew the moment she left the carriage that was it, her life would belong to these people, not that her life back home was good, far from it, but she was scared.

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and glanced over to the door, she had to admit part of her wondered if she'd misremembered his hair colour, but she hadn't, there it was as light as anything, so strange. When they had met as children, both of Ala's eyes worked but now? Her left was lacking pigment and no longer worked for seeing, thankfully it moved as though still functioning. "You shouldn't look into a lady's carriage, what if my dress had rode up?" She pointed out upon seeing her future husband looking at her, there was an obvious discomfort in her with how she held her arms protectively close to her body, she had no reason to believe he was any different to the men she had been exposed to thus far.

But she left the carriage, servants would bring her belongings inside, but she had a small bag that was tied to the waist of her dress with a few small things in that she brought with her when getting out. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, I don't do well on ships so I needed the rest but thank you for greeting and welcoming me to your land," she spoke to both Mapplethorpe and his mother, giving a curtsy to them both. She was very small, not only in regards to her weight but also her height, her growth was stunted at barely over five feet tall.

mapplethorpe never truly believed he'd be in this position. getting fucking married. to a girl had only remembered meeting whenever he was barely older than a toddler. his memory was fuzzy but all he could remember was a mop of a brunette hair & a love for frogs. he'll sigh heavily at the sight of the carriage, expecting his soon to be wife to step out. she didn't. she didn't for quite sometime. blue eyes shift up to look at his mother, look questioning. "mapplethorpe, she's probably exhausted. let's go see if she needs help." another heavy sigh as he followed.

his mother gently rapped on the door, sweet voice hoping to rise her from her slumber. mapplethorpe pokes his head into view, golden curls framing his features as he waited.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

I'm all about sappy love story for haldir. just don't tell leggy! "Imagine being Elrond's youngest and journeying to Lorien for the first time and falling in love with the charming March Warden Haldir"

Imagine from @imaginexhobbit

With love and thanks -🌙

Hey anon, sorry this took me so long :(

I have never written for Haldir, so please forgive me if it's terrible...(but there's an Easter Egg in it for all the Elf-lovers out there)

Starlight

Words: 1.9 k

Characters: Haldir x reader

Warnings: nothing (at least I hope)

You were entirely unimpressed – this far – with the fabled forest of Lothlórien.

Tired and hungry, you struggled to keep your countenance as smooth and dignified as your dear “father”’s, but – judging by the tutting of your guard-dog – you were not doing the best job.

Elrond had of course had millennia to perfect the gentle expression that hid annoyance and mockery like the morning fog veiled the treacherous crevices in the rocks you used to climb as a youngling.

You were still trying to set your own face into a semblance of decorum when the whole party stopped; it was not abrupt or brusque – Elves flowed, they floated, they hovered gracefully – but you had not been paying attention and – unbeknownst to anybody else – you flinched internally at your lack of perspicacity.

“Milady,” a gentle voice resounded, and you looked up to see a man – armoured and armed – bow slightly, “My name is Haldir and I am to escort you to the Lady of Light.”

Everything about the man was so pale that he looked positively unripe, you thought, intrigued by the silver hue every single thing in sight – the patient stranger included – seemed to have in this enchanted wood.

“My lady,” that strangely exotic apparition greeted you, bowing deeply and introducing himself as something called a ‘March Warden’ – you knew not if he warded the marching or if he was a warden on the march – to which you merely nodded sheepishly.

He was – upon further inspection – a charming creature, somewhere between the ethereal veil of morning mist and the solidity of silver, shining bright in the enchanted gleam filling the air.

As a guest of honour, you were taken to a spacious room in which you washed away the dust from the travel and – finally – found yourself standing on a small balcony overlooking the high trees glimmering as if the stars were attached to their branches like tiny lamps.

You wondered about that stranger who had greeted you with so much reverence and almost shy friendliness; his eyes had been warm and kind despite their frosty colour and his smile had promised a sweetness that was golden more than crystalline.

Everything around you seemed so cold in hue and in décor and yet, that one man had been enough for the heat to linger permanently in your cheeks.

“What are you dreaming of, child?” a voice resounded behind you – mysterious queen, mother-in-law of the one who had taken you in like a father, angelic being – Lady Galadriel was starlight captured in the pristine glass shrine of the fairest woman ever beheld by your humble eyes.

Didn’t she know?

Soundlessly, she floated closer, her gaze following yours and her smile broadening when you tensed upon seeing that Elf you had been thinking about so tirelessly for the last hours appear.

Unlike his Mistress, Haldir moved quickly and purposefully, and you wondered where he was headed.

“The March Warden?” her tone was soft as a summer breeze and held a playful note that surprised you in one so old and stately.

“Milady,” you stammered, unsure what to say.

“I am not certain Elrond would thank me if I let my warden claim his ward,” she chuckled under her breath; the sound was like a complex song rippling through the still air and driving shivers down your spine.

“Although,” a slender finger was pressed against a perfectly shaped chin in an expression of thoughtfulness, “that would teach him.”

“What do you mean?” you asked breathlessly, overwhelmed by her presence.

“Do not trouble yourself, little one,” she smiled warmly, “but many a stranger to your home has fallen under the charms of your very own Lindir after all.”

“Lindir?” you couldn’t help but laugh, “he’s a pet. Oh, he’s the absolutely kindest soul in Arda but surely, no…”

Lady Galadriel merely smiled and – after a moment – you saw Haldir’s head snap around as he hastened back and came straight towards where you stood overlooking the path.

"We'll see," the Lady’s voice whispered in your mind and – when you turned around to tell her not to trouble the man in his duties to indulge your silly infatuation – she was gone.

“Milady?”

The soft call from underneath the balcony made you spin around yet again, and you started to wonder if Elrond had not found you – a discarded goblin child – in a bush seen how much you were lacking in the department of grace and poise today.

“Yes?” you asked shamefacedly; maybe, he was merely looking for his mistress who seemingly had called him through that neat mind trick of hers.

“Lady Galadriel has asked me to escort you to dinner,” he called up, craning his neck slightly so your gaze fell like a rain of admiration onto the perfectly chiselled whiteness of his face, “do you want to come down or shall I come up?”

Oh, having him here – in this very room that had been given to you – was a thought too indecent and seductive to indulge in, lest you lose track of time again and thoroughly destroy any shred of goodwill he might have harboured for you.

“I shall be down in a moment,” you replied in a voice as soft and charming as you could muster.

Throughout your stay, Haldir was – suspiciously often – tasked with entertaining, escorting, or simply watching you; as far as he understood it, your position as the ward of another powerful Elven lord made you something of an important guest, and he didn’t seem to question or mind the menial and – undoubtedly – excruciatingly boring task.

Nonetheless, you were fiercely aware that he had other things to do than to trudge through the forest with you and explain the different trees and plants to a rapt but utterly distracted audience of one.

Every time you tried to bring that up though, he merely looked uncomfortable and muttered something about his fulfilling his duties – no matter what they were – as well as he could; for some reason, he chose to make you feel guilty for trying to help him.

Truly, he made it sound as if you had doubted his obedience or competence when you merely dreaded his resentment.

He could not take much pleasure in playing the tour guide and babysitter to a pampered and slightly clumsy young woman instead of securing the borders of his realm.

Talking to Haldir was hard anyway; he was withdrawn and dignified, answering all your questions diligently but never giving you any indication of affection or encouragement beyond what was perfectly appropriate in the given situation, much to your dismay.

Unfortunately, that did nothing to dispel your own growing fondness of the sound of his voice and the quiet, unintrusive kindness he lavished on you so generously.

Less dignified and reticent than most of the Elves you had had the pleasure to meet in your life, you were aware that it was hard to ignore how much you favoured Haldir’s companionship, but – even though he never refused or missed any of your planned excursions together – he did not seem to reciprocate your enthusiasm which had started to make you grow somewhat sad.

“Milady,” he then – one day – said softly during one of your long walks, “I have to ask you something!”

Surprised, you looked up into that smooth face that now rippled like the surface of a lake under a full moon before settling into the warmest smile you had yet seen grace his sharp but delicate features.

“You are a joyful person,” he started, his brows twitching slightly as he focused on his train of thought, “and I’ve wondered many a time if it was just your sunny nature that inspired such open friendliness towards me.”

Chastised, you shrank back; it was true that – as the days went by – you had waited for his visits and strode out to meet him more than once.

‘Impatient child’ Lord Elrond – the man you knew as your guard and father – usually called you indulgently whenever your eagerness to reap happiness like summer berries overrode your decorum and good breeding, but you could not expect or demand that strangers extend the same permissive goodwill to you, could you?

You had made a fool of yourself, and it was mortifying to stand in front of this self-possessed warrior like a scolded child.

“I didn’t mean it…” Haldir sighed quietly under his breath, “I never meant to insult you in any way, Milady, I just wondered if..."

It looked as if the gravity of the rest of his thoughts only struck him as they were about to be released into the world like an arrow nocked and ready to fly.

That single moment of hesitation was enough to imbue you with new strength; there was but one way out of this awkward situation – at least in your eyes – and that was to push straight through the middle brazenly.

“What did you wonder, March Warden?” you asked teasingly as a pinkish hue crept over his brow and the tips of his elegant ears in a miniature sunset that was just as marvellous and magical as the real thing.

“I do not dare presume,” he tried to tread lightly; the heart of a maiden – and her honour – were precious and not to be trifled with, “that there would be anything particular to my person that might warrant such a level of exuberant enthusiasm in a lady so fair.”

“Would that distress you, Haldir?” His name, though often offered, sounded like the cracking of a whip in the silence following his formal opening.

“No,” he replied hastily, “yes…yes, it would.”

“Why?”

He was kind and gentle, courageous, honourable, and entirely too serious; harder and sharper than the mellow gentlefolk you had known back at home, Haldir made you feel alive, and his name tasted like lightening dancing on your tongue.

“I do not,” a slight frown passed over his countenance like a dark cloud obscuring the moon, “I do not know how to react to that. I am bound in service to Lady Galadriel and the realm; I am utterly undeserving of any measure of affection.”

The laughter bubbling up in your chest rose like a crescendo of airy waves and floated away like mist in the cool evening air.

“Don’t you know who raised me?” you asked gently, extending your hand to him and smiling broadly when he took it and caressed the back of it with his slender thumb, “dutiful, honourable behaviour is what I grew up to respect and cherish.”

“So…it is…me? I’ve thought I’ve noticed that my humble self was granted the brightest smiles and the warmest greetings,” he murmured, stepping closer to you, “and it was quite a novel concept.”

Haldir, you thought, was – just like your father – a man who checked on the well-being of all those around him before ever wasting a single thought on himself; you could more than just admire that, you could come to find love within the rigid structures of his life.

“Well,” you smiled cheekily, “you are very special.”

“Special?” he guffawed, a melodious, soft sound that caressed your senses and entranced your mind.

“To me at least, yes, you are,” you doubled down fearlessly and – when he leaned down ever so slightly – you surged up to drill your audacious words into his stubborn head by means of a passionate kiss.

And this teaches me not to claim to be able to do something I am not able to pull off...LOOOOL

Sorry for the wait (again) and for the end result; I hope - dear anon - that I could at least amuse you a little bit.

Lots of love from me ❤️😘

[thevoidfishsminstrel]

Lena let out an undignified squeak as she grabbed hold of the bookshelf beside her in an effort to not land on her face.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Lena turned, wiggling her foot back into her heels properly, before freezing, eyes widening at the caped figure now scrambling to her feet.

An array of books and magazines were spread out on the floor, presumably the culprit of her latest near death experience. It was as though National City’s newly revealed superhero had been sitting in between the bookshelves on the library floor… studying?

Lena clutched the cheesy romance novel she had been too busy reading to her chest as Supergirl looked at her in concern.

“Miss?”

Lena’s brain finally restarted and she cleared her throat, straightening her blazer. “Yes. I’m fine. Thank you.”

“You’re sure you’re not hurt?” Supergirl was wringing the edge of her cape in her fingers, looking far too nervous for someone who was suspected to be the strongest being on Earth by several sapphic blogs that Lena most definitely did not read.

“I’m fine.” She reached out to put a hand on Supergirl’s forearm in an impulse comfort gesture. “I promise.”

Supergirl seemed to relax slightly, some of the tension seeping from her shoulders. She held out a hand. “I’m Kara.”

Any tension that had left her immediately returned tenfold, eyes widening in panic as she froze.

Lena bit back a smile and took Kara’s hand, shaking it despite Kara’s lack of movement. “Lena. And don’t worry - your secret’s safe with me.”

Kara deflated, running a hand through her hair. “Alex is going to kill me.”

Lena laughed and patted Kara’s bicep (definitely the strongest being on Earth). “Maybe you should stop saying names now.”

Kara grimaced. “Oops.” She looked like she was about to say something else but stopped and looked at Lena again. “Wait… are you Lena Luthor?”

Lena straightened up, careful mask falling into place to try to hide the way her heart sped up and her throat constricted. “Yes.”

But before she could launch into her speech about how she was different from the rest of her family and only wanted to help, Kara lit up, crouching down to shuffle through her piles of literature until she came up with an issue of a science magazine from a few years ago.

“I just read your article about sustainable building and how we can introduce cost-effective eco-friendly measures to construction to reduce the damage done to the environment and promote a symbiotic relationship with nature.”

Lena blinked.

Kara almost poked herself in the eye before redirecting the movement to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “Sorry, I just thought it was really interesting. You’re probably tired of people asking you about your work.”

Lena’s eyebrows rose. “No I… I don’t mind.”

Kara smiled and Lena found her heart racing for an entirely different reason. She redirected her attention to the books scattered on the floor.

“So what’s National City’s resident superhero doing studying civil engineering, first aid and… veterinary science on the floor of the library?”

Kara blushed and knelt down to start scooping up all her things. “Sorry - I know I should have been at a desk I just got carried away.”

The pile of books was up to Kara’s eyebrows when she stood up and Lena laughed, taking the top third of them from her. “And I shouldn’t have been reading and walking. But that doesn’t answer my question.”

Supergirl shrugged, toeing at the worn carpet with her red boots. “I’m new at the whole superhero thing. I don’t know where to freeze breath a building to hold it up or how to save someone who’s got water in their lungs from almost drowning. The other day I rescued a snake from a tree and tried to wrap it up in my cape to keep it warm and the owner told me ‘thanks, but reptiles are cold-blooded so they don’t warm up like that.’” She pouted at Lena. “The owner was a ten year old.”

Lena bit back a smile. “So you’re trying to learn how to be a better superhero?”

She shrugged and bit her lip. “I just don’t want to mess up.”

Lena considered her for a moment. “You know, I happen to have degrees in a few different kinds of engineering. And I made everyone at L-corp, including myself, take a first aid course when I took over.”

Kara looked as though she was trying to contain her hopeful expression. It wasn’t working very well, although that probably wasn’t surprising since her motto was ‘hope, help, and compassion for all.’

Kara bounced on her toes excitedly. “Would you help?”

Lena grinned and gestured to the left with her head. “Come on, I know which desk is the best in the library.”

———

It became somewhat of a routine after that. Every Saturday, Lena would go to the library as normal, pick out a new cheesy romance novel for the week and some kind of thick science book to hide it underneath, and then meet Supergirl in the back corner of the library, at the desk hidden behind the spare computers from the 90s where no one would find them.

Kara would normally already be there, pouring over texts and making notes in coloured pens and highlighters. Lena had bought her a rainbow of folders and dividers for each of the aspects of superheroing she was trying to improve in, and they had spent one very unproductive but fun day labelling and decorating them. They were now covered in random doodles, squiggly multicoloured patterns, and stickers that Kara had found in a rotating rack by the front desk, immediately claiming were essential for her learning.

During the week, Lena would keep an eye on any news of Supergirl, getting some strange looks from Jess when she walked into her office to see Lena cheering as Kara did something they’d worked on together. At the weekend she would listen to Kara excitedly retell those same events until the librarian came over to shush them. She seemed to be the only person in National city that wasn’t completely charmed by Supergirl, and it always led to half an hour of Kara pouting and asking Lena why the librarian didn’t like her.

It was a few weeks before Lena got there first. She frowned, checking the surrounding isles of books for any caped figures but they were all empty as usual.

She sat at their desk and opened up the book she had randomly grabbed off a shelf, putting her latest romance novel inside it to covertly read. It was called ‘Lost and Found: A Love Story’, the back of it claiming it was about a woman who ‘drops her scarf at a train station but ends up finding something much more meaningful in the woman she bumps into at the lost and found.’ It was exactly as awful as it sounded.

Kara bounded up to the table about 20 minutes later, a coffee cup in each hand and a satchel slung over her shoulder that made her cape bunch up awkwardly. She beamed at Lena and set a coffee down in front of her.

“Guess what I just did.”

Lena slammed the books shut inside each other, scrambling to put her arms over them and rest her chin in her hand casually. “What?”

Kara either didn’t notice or didn’t care, rounding the desk and putting her bag down on it with a grin. “I laservisioned the supports of a broken crane back together using some metal from a billboard and now it’s totally fine for use again.”

Lena’s eyebrows rose. “What happened to the crane in the first place?”

Kara’s cheeks heated and she looked away, rubbing the back of her neck as she mumbled, “I may have flown into it a little bit.”

She scowled at Lena as Lena started laughing but it was undermined by the way her lips tugged up.

“Oh!” Kara lit up and started rifling through her bag. “I brought you this.”

She held out a book with a bright smile. Lena’s eyes widened as she looked down at the cover of what was very clearly another cheesy romance.

“It’s my favourite love story. It’s a bit like the one you’re reading at the moment but better, in my opinion. I thought you might like it.”

“What?” Lena scoffed. “I wasn’t reading a romance. I was reading…” she glanced over to check what book she had picked up, internally filling with regret as she read the title, but she had already committed to the facade. “The rhyming dictionary.”

Kara was very clearly trying not to laugh. “Ok. Well I’ll just leave this one here. And in case you didn’t know,” she leaned closer to Lena’s ear as she climbed into her seat, and whispered, “I have x-ray vision.”

Lena blushed, refusing to look at Kara’s smug grin. She cleared her throat and moved her books off to the side, along with the one Kara had put down, as casually as possible, and attempted to change the subject.

“So you remembered about weight distribution in support structures?”

Kara paused in taking folders and notes out her bag to turn to Lena excitedly, rambling on about her save, gesturing wildly with her hands.

Lena picked up her coffee as she listened with a soft smile, absentmindedly taking a sip.

She frowned down at the cup. “Is this my usual?”

Kara paused in her rambling. “Yeah. Does it not taste right?”

Lena shook her head, staring back down at her perfect coffee, cheeks heating at the heart drawn in latte art that Kara probably didn’t even have anything to do with. “No I just… I didn’t know you knew my order.”

Kara grinned, raising an eyebrow (Lena should never have taught her how to do that). “Perhaps you’re not as elusive as you think, Lena Luthor.”

———

Lena arrived at the library one Saturday to find Supergirl staring at the front doors like she might set light to them any moment.

“What’s wrong Supergirl? Lose a fight with a door handle?”

Kara turned to her with a pout, pointing at a sign hanging on the other side of the glass. It read ‘Library closed until 23rd due to water damage. Apologies for the inconvenience.’

Lena sighed.

“Where am I going to get my books for this week, Lena? I’m never going to understand civil engineering without them.”

Lena bit the inside of her cheek, the rational part of her brain at war with the part that was helpless to the superhero’s pout. It had to be one of her superpowers because Lena would never admit she was actually soft.

She tore her gaze away, trying to seem casual. “I actually have some engineering textbooks at my apartment. I guess you could borrow them if you wanted.”

Lena squeaked as Supergirl crushed her in a bear hug, lifting her a few inches off the ground. “Thank you thank you thank you!”

Lena laughed, trying to turn it inconspicuously into a cough when a passerby gave a slightly shocked and confused look at the sight of a Luthor and a Super laughing on the library steps. Kara dropped her back to her feet, stepping back with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, I got excited.”

Lena shook her head with a smile. She turned to go but as she went to gesture for Kara to follow, her hand caught against Kara’s. Her brain misfired and decided in the split second where her index finger hooked onto Kara’s pinkie that the best course of action was to commit to it and simply hold hands. In an attempt to make it seem less affectionate and more practical, she walked off quickly, dragging Kara along in the direction of her apartment.

She could feel Kara’s smile like rays of sun behind her. At least her hair was down to cover up the heat that was creeping up the back of her neck.

Her apartment was only a few minutes from the library. She had to slap Kara’s hand away from the elevator buttons before she pressed them all, marveling at how many floors there were.

“So this is where you live?” Kara looked around the hallway, panicking when she snapped a leaf off of a decorative plant, while Lena unlocked the penthouse door.

Lena pretended not to see her discreetly dropping the leaf into the plant pot but raised an eyebrow at her. “No, Supergirl. I just decided we should come and stare at this random person’s door.”

Kara ignored her, walking past into her apartment and looking down at the city below through the large floor to ceiling windows. “Nice view. I should take you flying sometime - it’s even better from up in the clouds, especially at night.”

Lena closed the front door, trying not to think about romantic flights and being cradled in strong arms. “I’ll go get the textbooks.”

She moved towards her home office, Kara trailing behind in interest. The engineering textbooks were over in the left corner and she scanned the alphabetised section for the ones she wanted.

Kara ran her fingers over the spines of books until Lena was done. She smirked at Lena, letting her hand trail teasingly down the bookshelf before she left. Lena blushed as she realised why. Kara had found her fiction section, over half the books in which were very clearly a certain genre.

Lena groaned and followed her out.

They spent the entire afternoon on the floor around Lena’s coffee table, going through the textbooks, laughing over Kara’s constant puns, and eating the seemingly endless supply of snacks Kara produced from her bag. It wasn’t until the sun had started to set that Lena realised how long they’d spent simply telling jokes and stories.

It was alarmingly easy to just be around Kara. Strangely, Lena didn’t think she minded.

———

Lena frowned as someone knocked on her door. It was a Saturday morning and she was just about to leave to meet Supergirl at the library.

She only grew more confused as she opened the door to see a fluffy white cloud panting happily at her and squirming in her direction. A head poked out from behind it, looking just as happy.

“Lena, hi! Sorry to just turn up but the mean librarian lady threw me out because apparently you aren’t allowed to play fetch in the library.”

Lena stared at the woman currently holding a large puppy in front of her, familiar blonde curls pinned back and glasses slipping down her nose. “…Kara?”

Kara blinked at her for a moment before she seemed to realise. “Oh! Right. Sorry - this is what I look like normally. When I’m not being Supergirl I mean. Alex said I wasn’t allowed to wear the suit all the time because it had to be washed.”

Lena nodded slowly, trying to reconcile the image of this Kara with Supergirl and to not think too hard about the implications of Kara being comfortable enough around her to show her her civilian identity. “Right. Why do you have a dog?”

Kara lit up. “I saved an animal shelter from a fire and they let me adopt this guy. Isn’t he adorable?”

Lena looked at the matching faces of excitement. “Very cute. But why is he here?”

Kara shrugged. “Well I couldn’t leave him after I’d just adopted him so I thought he could join us for our study session?”

Lena crossed her arms and Kara pouted. It was somewhat undermined by the puppy licking her face and making her giggle but Lena was still helpless to resist.

“Ok but he better not mess up any of my stuff.”

“Yes!” Kara grinned, wiggling the puppy excitedly, his ears flopping about.

Kara kissed her cheek on her way into the apartment and Lena’s heart skipped a beat. The puppy licked her in an attempt to join in but even that didn’t stop the way her heart raced.

They settled on the couch, facing each other as Lena quizzed Kara with flashcards. The puppy alternated between curling up in Kara’s lap and zooming around Lena’s living room, falling over his own paws.

“Ok, last one. How do you treat a sprain?”

“Ice it with my freezebreath, wrap it so it’s compressed but not cutting off circulation, keep it elevated.”

Lena grinned proudly. “That’s it! Done.”

Kara threw her hands in the air in delight, squealing as she propelled herself forwards to tackle Lena to the couch. She pulled back just as quickly, pushing up to brace herself over Lena.

“Sorry. I got excited.”

All the breath had deserted Lena’s lungs and she stared up at Kara. A light flush rose on Kara’s cheeks, pale pink against the deep blue of her eyes, bringing out the freckles that dusted her skin.

The flashcards slipped from Lena’s grasp as she surged up to meet Kara’s lips. Kara’s arms almost buckled but she caught herself. And then she was kissing back.

Lena’s hands slid up Kara’s back, practically pulling Kara down on top of her.

They were both breathing hard when they pulled apart, eyes closed and foreheads rested together.

Kara was smiling softly down at her when she finally opened her eyes. She had shifted to hold herself up on one hand and one elbow, her free hand gently stroking back Lena’s hair.

She looked like she was about to say something when she did a double take over the armrest of the couch behind Lena and her soft look turned into a wince. “What was it you said about the puppy not messing up any of your stuff?”