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sweetie-bri · 3 years ago

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Low-Level Healer to High-Level Succubus! ♡ [Giantess growth, Light Vore]

I always play Healer in MMO games. That; leads to me being low level. My mistake I think is picking my actual gender on the character select. That; leads me to be constantly hit on by low level boys who just got the game!

I've gotten every necessary attachment, VR goggles, a tracksuit and motion sensor just to perfect my movements in Waystar Online! ♡ ... Yet I'm only level 3. I talked to my party and for once, the 2 boys had something to say other than vulgarity. "Y'know Cassandra~! If you're so good at the game, just come with me to pick a new class!"

He nudged my character and my sensor on my stomach rumbled. "... Unless you LIKE being protected by BIG BAD BlackLightWolf2006!" "... You're actually... right! Thanks!" I'd never spoke into my mic to him before. He stammered as he realized all those things he said was to a REAL woman! As I walked off he tried to follow and apologize, I ignored him like usual!

I'd made it to the main hub & quickly hopped to where Re-Spec was. I knew it like the back of my hand. I browsed the male tab often for its crazy huge selection! The female tab... "3 FUCKING OPTIONS?! Are you kidding me?!" Well, I was already healer... I didn't think mage would be much different, what... was... succubus..?

I clicked it, it cost $2 of the real-life money which I valued less than in-game money. My sensors on my head, torso and waist rolled lightly in a not displeasing feeling until I was back on the battlefield, with my party! "What. Happened, as I rubbed my where the sensors activated I felt HORNS?? I looked down, my level 3 Healer dress was replaced with, LEVEL 1?? It didn't even try to cover my frame, which for some reason my character model was bustier, with a nicer ass..? "Pervert devs."

I regrouped and instantly, BlackLightWolf and Julio.Brown were ogling me. Head over heels for my new me. At least THIS class had more than Heal and Advance Heal. Charm was my only spell I could cast the other 2 were grayed out, consume &... Dark Power?! *THE* DARK POWER?! The Black Queen's special ability?! I figured, no-one better to try these on than them...

" Juuuulio~♡ Come here and pleasure me! ♡" I cast charm on Julio and he slowly shuffled forward! Light mind control? Okayyy this class seems... good?? Once he was on me, touching my new form and making my sensors tingle pleasurably. 'Consume' lit up so I cast it. INSTANTLY his level 20 experience bar shot down to 0, his HP which used to be 120 shot down to O and he faded away. Dark Power lit up. "Dark Power..." I mumbled.

Every part of my body rumbled like a sensual earthquake as my character model slowly grew everywhere! My legs, longer, bust bustier and my horns, well I was certainly hornier...

*UAaah* This feels amazing! ♡ "What the hell happened to Julio, and what happened to YOU?! I checked my stats list. LEVEL: 21, HP: 121, Mana: 20. I had enough to cast charm again!! ♡ "Shut up and touch this new HUGE body! ♡" He obeyed, like a stupid little toy. He started stroking the... Only place he could reach now, my pussy and stomach as I patiently waited for consume to light up! Then, I clicked it the exact second it let me.

"AAAaah, you're gonna make me even bigger, I laughed as I watched his health-bar skyrocket down from 800 to 0, his level went from 42 to 0 in a matter of seconds, his last feeling was getting to kiss my feet as he faded to game-over! ♡♡ "Dark Power." I spoke into existence. This body felt amazing but I wanted to make up for lost time as a poor, innocent level 3.

My character model SHOT UP far faster than last time, I could see over the treeline as the suit's rumbling pleasured me like I really was a 20 foot SUPER WOMAN. I could get bigger than the black queen! The thought sent shivers down my spine! First: I was hungry for more! I easily walked through the overworld of battlefield, smushing goblins and slimes between my bare feet felt amazing. The orcs that used to cause me trouble I just gripped them by the throat, or stomped them into submission and cast consume! I held off on casting Dark Power for now.

I walked into a level 100 raid. While I was only level 63. No monsters so I assumed there was a team raiding. Fitting through the giant treasure room door that looked built for someone my size: I saw 4 level 100 warriors and a poor level 10 healer girl looting. "You won~~♡" I laughed, "I'm the Dark Queen!♡" I lied, knowing full-well what I planned to do.

"Ah, WE MUST DEFEA-" I put a giant finger quietly to his lips, disabling his mic. "Defeat mee?? ♡ You own me masters! ♡ I'm the post-game reward! ♡♡" It took very little convincing to have these 4 boys all over my body as I laid on my back, moaning. These boys took my pussy, breasts and lips instantly trying to get their fill of what they thought was another reward! Consume lit up and I clicked it, knowing what would happen!♡♡ "Fare well, *HRnngh AAAAAH!♡♡* their bodies shrunk to nothing, my body rumbled and shook beyond description as I managed to steal the boy's power! "Finally! ♡ DARK POWERRR!! ♡♡"

I SCREAMED IN PLEASURE as the once huge treasure hall got smaller and smaller! ♡ my body kept growing and lengthening and stretching and feeling like I was transforming into a new class: A Goddess! ♡♡ I clipped through the walls of the room, the devs never intended someone to be big enough so they never put collision! I wasn't slowing, the idea of *me* finally being the *biggest* and most *powerful* player in Waystar made me pleasure myself, "HHAAAH, IT'S NOT STOPPING!!♡♡ I checked my stats, they were rocketing up, each in the hundreds of thousands!! *UUAHH♡♡" I felt every little river and blade of grass shrinking on my back until it all slowed, and slowed much to my dismay!

"NO nonononNONOO! ♡ keep going, keep giving ME POWER! I need MORE!!♡♡" The libido subsided and I looked at my new form, if I were hundreds of feet shorted I'd look like the ideal woman. Mammary glands that hid my legs and no-doubt GIANT hips from me slapped onto a cute feminine torso with slender legs and arms and a demonic, lusty grin that I couldn't hold back! ♡ I checked my stats! Level: 463!!♡ HP: 2, 754, 991 Mana: 0 "Hhhha, I didn't even use charm on those little boys! ♡" My thoughts were beginning to be plagued by a new-found but not unwelcome superiority complex.

I stood to my feet, and needed to crane my neck to avoid hitting my head on the sky box! As I looked at by breasts, I saw that poor level 10 healer girl. Her body was the size of my thumb! ♡ She looked terrified which made me hornier. "Hhhha hhhaa! ♡ Look at youuuu~♡" I lifted my breasts to my chin and licked the tiny girl up into my mouth. I could hear her mic clear as day: "NO! DON'T EAT ME!" I never planned to; I was just gonna toy with her. " took my top row of teeth and slowly pressed on the helpless girl. She struggled and it felt so good to feel her struggle! ♡♡

" I'm not gonna eat you while you're useful! ♡" I put her between my lips and puckered them like a kiss, she was helpless! ♡ "Now I WILL IF YOU DENY ME! ♡" "Okay, queen, I'll obey your every command! ♡" Did she... moan..?

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ssparklemotion · 3 years ago

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joshler reclist i

some favorites, no particular order, short thougts in italics

Under a Cherry Tree by edy

They meet at a New Year's Eve party.

Words: 57.112

there’s some major angst before some recovery. watch out for the warnings. one of my first joshler fics. still crosses my mind from time to time. but that’s how it is with all of edy’s works,

Stay with me by Pollarize

!!!Alone on Thanksgiving? Mad at your dad? Want to get back at an ex?!!!’

Words: 4.620

there’s some funny and crack-y moments, but it suits the boys??? 10/10.

Fried by TheDyingSun

“Fuck it,” Tyler says, and flops back onto the ratty couch. The couch is outside, in someone's back yard and the porch light has since gone off. He waves a drunken hand around to trip the motion sensor, but it does nothing, like he doesn't exist. How fitting.

AKA

Tyler meets Josh and they shotgun in the dark. That's it.

Words: 1.761

warning for some w33d. it’s fast, but interesting writing in some way. i would easily read 127377384940k words of it.

They’re coming down the hall by tjstar

Josh buys a house on the outskirts of Columbus, which turns out to be full of dark secrets. To prove he’s not insane, Josh starts a video blog about paranormal events happening in his new place. One day, he gets a comment from TylerTheSkeptic channel which reads: ‘This is fake.’

Josh has never been more disappointed.

Words: 10,906

enemies to lovers, vloggers, tyler’s torn ACL + cane. their characters are AMAZING. ghost hunting tv shows vibe. ACE.

Don’t Leave (When Winter Comes) by stalksoftly

Josh and Tyler live in an unfamiliar city, far away and disconnected from the local culture and the homes they once knew. Tyler performs in grimy, alternative bars, and Josh idolizes him. They get involved, but Tyler seems hell-bent on destroying himself and everything in his path. Josh is really earnest and tries to hold on for the ride.

Words: 15.788

angst, drugs, sex. they’re immigrants, and as someone who lives this experience, I can tell the bits of it in this story is veeery accurate. this is gold. 12234556789/10.

Another Western Vampire (Different Time, Same Place) by stalksoftly

Tyler Joseph is a mysterious cowboy. Cityslicker Josh Dun doesn't know what he got himself into when he agreed to be his ranch hand for the summer.

Words: 37.969

supernatural elements (think magic and witchcraft, forget about vampires), trans character, revenge. absolute favorite, rich everything. about the writing? reading it made me feel very inspired. and plot? curious and sad and awed. it’s brilliant.

Lick it Off My Fingers, Taste It On My Tongue by emojidun

Tyler shivers as Josh sprays more whipped cream down his thigh, from the back of his knee to the swell of his ass. As he kisses it from his skin, he pushes Tyler's other leg to his chest, and Tyler tightens his grip on Josh's hair with a whimper, soft and slow.

"I've got you, baby boy," Josh whispers, rubbing his thigh soothingly. "Just relax, love."

Words: 2.881

my bookmark note: jESUS FUCKING CHRIST HOLY FUCKING SHIT. pwp ;)

Bachelor’s Button by headfirstfrhalos

There's an old folktale about the cornflower. If the object of your affections doesn't share your feelings, the flower will wilt faster than normal. Josh prays the blossom he pinned on his shirt will stay fresh.

Words: 5.386

utopia, post-apocalypse, anachronistic. nice setting, no angst. beautiful.

it’s always sunny in ohio by heyitsbabz

“Uh, my date—my date is, uh.” Tyler stutters, feeling his cheeks flush. “Can’t it be a surprise?”

“Absolutely not.” His mom eyes him like a hawk, waiting for him to make the wrong move and it doesn't help that Tyler’s brain just keeps shouting abort mission!

“Spill, Tyler.” Maddy leans forward, her elbows resting on the table.

“Josh,” Tyler blurts out, his eyes widening as soon as it's out of his mouth. “Josh is my date to the wedding. Are you happy now?”

Words: 26.800

all the tropes a fake/pretend relationshio can bring. funny, stupid boys. very light. amazing kissing bits.

Pulled by orphan_account

A public park is a safe place.

Words: 8.794

fucked up. sad. take the warnings very seriously. still a great, great, great reading.

#joshler #fanfiction #fic #reclist #fanfiction reclist #josh dun #tyler joseph #joshler reclist i #joshler reclist #*#twenty one pilots #ao3

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heli0s-writes · 5 years ago

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Fuckin’ Legit

Pairings: Reader x Bucky Barnes Summary: Follow up to Fuckin’ Teamwork, based off this ask. A/N: More silly shenanigans. Dumbass reader :) 2.1k words

Bag of Tricks Masterlist

Bucky watches from a distance as you hurl through the air and land right heel-first on the training dummy, knocking its head off and making it bounce off the floor with enough force to lodge itself into the ceiling. The room of SHIELD recruits clap and cheer, and when the dummy’s head flops back down you kick it like a hacky-sack at Maria Hill.

“Great demonstration,” Hill catches the head and tucks it under her arm. “Are you interested in teaching a course in hand-to-hand combat with a focus on aerial recovery? Legitimately?”

“Only if you promise not to fall in love with me.” You send a wink at her and then, as soon as you see Bucky’s bewildered face through the other side of the glass, you leap after him. He’s convinced you’re dumber than a bag of rocks, but you’re not deterred by it—especially not after Maria Hill’s validation. Puffing your chest, you skip forward, “Hey, Buck! I’m legit!”

Immediately, you trip and face plant into the nearest surface. The room collectively hisses in discomfort.

“I take that back.” Maria hurriedly ushers the recruits out before they can witness anything else.

Bucky slips through the door and roughly yanks you up by your elbow, wincing when your nose reveals a line of blood dripping into your mouth. “Legit, my ass. Come on. Stark called for us.”

The air in the conference room is stagnant and overwrought with a million unsaid—unscreamed—expressions. Tony pivots on his lifted heels, finger jabbing toward the big screen where a dark and grainy image is projected.

“Care to explain this? Friday pulled it from a broadcast coming from the cell.” He narrows his eyes at you as you slump down into the swivel chair until only the top of your head shows. “How about you?” Tony gestures to Bucky.

Tony has a laser pointer in his other hand, and he shines the red spotlight on the picture where Bucky’s knees are bent and planted to the ground. The dot trails over his thigh and then over the smaller frame beneath him.

You’re there, arched upward into his torso, legs hooked around his tapered waist, heels digging into his spine. Four of his thick flesh fingers are shoved inside your mouth, pulling your cheek open, and the dim light catches a sliver of your wet tongue. His other forearm is pushed onto your sternum, holding you down.

It looks bad.

It looks like Bucky is dry humping the daylights out of you in an abandoned Hydra facility.

Sam erupts into a screeching laugh when he finally pieces it together, pitching forward until he’s flattened against the wood table. “Ho-Homygod--- This is the best day of my life. Is this the cyanide incident?”

Bucky is red from head to toe.

Natasha rolls her eyes and slides away from the table. “Tony, she ate two cyanide capsules. Barnes was wrestling them out of her mouth.”

Tony stiffens for a moment as he ponders the truth behind her statement. Then, he quirks his head like an owl, flares his nostrils, and stoops beneath the table to find you resembling a boneless pile of flesh.

“Everyone is dismissed.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. “I wish I could fire you.”

A quiet whimper escapes your lips, the most pathetic noise to ever come from a human being. “But…” You whine pathetically, “I’m legit.”

A few nights later, you find yourself sneaking through yet another dusty old hideout. Surprise, surprise, Hydra is bad with maintenance and loves asbestos.

Steve made you an outline of all your tasks on his mission, written in all caps, folded neatly, and shoved it into your back pocket before departure. You skimmed over it on the plane before crumbling it up. The first bullet point had glared: NO CANDY.

Tightass.

You easily clear the wing and dispatch your status to Sam who is waiting patiently in the jet, fingers on the console. Bucky is patrolling the perimeter and you are taking the east side while Redwing zooms through the west.

There have been trip wires (newbie shit) and also surprisingly advanced attempts at entrapment so far (motion sensors, temperature regulated alarms). They’ve all been expertly pulled apart and rewired and you are taking a short break fucking around in the hallway, peering at dusty paintings of – some old dead bald guys. You take a picture of one and send it to Tony, labelled it’s like looking into the future.

Chortling, you continue down the corridor aimlessly until you hear a creak.

The knife in your hand is blade-first and coming down hard on the body sneaking up until— “Oh Barnes!” You cry happily, tucking it back into the strap on your wrist. “Good. You’re here! There’s only one more room—I’ve been crushing it.”

Literally two seconds after you say that, you turn the corner and run face-first into the door. Bucky pauses as if he doesn’t quite register what just happened before slowly reaching forward and gently applying pressure to the handle.

It’s written all over his face: you’re an idiot. You are seriously lacking some brain cells.

He leads the way carefully, swatting cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and taking stock of each corner, rifle pointed forward and alert. Behind him, your boots thump noisily against the floor and a chair is tipped over when your arm crashes into it.

Bucky spins on his heels and catches the chair before it can fall on top of what looks like a very obviously placed … box.

It’s a box.

A giant red box is on the floor, outlined with a square of white tape. Two abnormally unsoiled items in a room made almost entirely out of forty-year old dandruff. Your hands are already on both sides of it before Bucky can knock you out of the way.

“Don’t!” He screams because fucking anything could be under there!

A wild animal! A toxic chemical! A bomb! Snakes, for fuck’s sake! His eyes widen at the fading shadow cast on the floor as you lift the top away. Then, his heart stops beating.

It’s a slice of cake. And a cup of tea. A single slice of vanilla sheet cake neatly decorated with a blush-pink rose and two perfectly piped green leaves. The faint smell of jasmine wafts into the air.

Bucky barrels into you before you get the chance to lick your lips.

“Wilson!” He calls into the comm as you push his face away with an offended yelp, “They’re in the east side—set a trap for us! Get over here and bring your stupid bird too! I swear to God—NO! DO NOT!”

In the hovering Quinjet, Sam Wilson leaps to his feet and swoops out of the cabin, wings folded as he dives. “Come again?!” He taps on the comm wedged inside his left ear, “Barnes!?”

“-- fuck-- gonna—fucking--- stop BITING ME!”

A furious row of explosions blare in Sam’s ear as he banks a sharp left and lands on two feet, tearing his way inside the facility, checking on his wrist all the while. Redwing’s camera is glitching, but he can make out flashes of gunfire and what looks like at least five bodies, not including his two teammates. Bursts of white erupt on the screen and Sam’s heart picks up a tremendous pace before he kicks the door down, pistols out and aimed.

A silence smothers the room before grunting and screaming erupts again over Sam’s shout of, “What is going on in here?!”

“And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the exact moment I came upon my fellow Avengers,” Sam pauses, waving his hand with a bow at the image projected on the conference room screen.

Friday pulled another image from the broadcast before Sam shot out all the cameras in the facility.

It seems that the previous video of you eating cyanide had been intercepted through a bounced signal from the original recording’s output and those on the other end decided you were enough of a proper imbecile to be tricked by something as simple as a slice of cake.

They weren’t wrong.

Tony’s laser is in Sam’s hand and he points the dot in flashes five times, “Dead dudes. Check.” The dot moves on, landing on two splayed out legs before it runs up the side of Bucky’s body pressed to the concrete. “Barnes. Check.” Bucky shuts his eyes and slams his head into the table. “And… here we have this.”

Sam points to you, bottom lip clenched tightly between your teeth as you lurch forward, one hand outstretched and smeared with frosting while the other holds your torso barely an inch from the ground, paying no mind to the two elbows digging into your stomach. Sam points again to where your crotch is pushed right into Bucky’s face.

“Jesus Christ.” Steve mutters, flushing red, “I wrote you directions for a reason…”

“Excuse me,” You huff, “Cake is not candy.”

“Really?!” Bucky snaps, “That’s the hill you’re going to die on!? You ran into the door! You knocked over a chair! You looked at the one thing that did not belong in the room and you picked it up even after I told you not to!”

Steve jumps back into the grilling, “And if you would have read the rest of the list—NO FOOD AT ALL was number two!”

“Oh yeah!?” You’re near hysterical now, shrieking at the top of your lungs. Stupid men ganging up on you. “What was number three? No fun!? I’m Captain America and I’m such a tightass--”

Bucky cuts you off, throwing his hands up into the air, “Number three was get the blueprints!”

“Oh.”

The room falls silent as you tuck your hand into the pocket of your pants. “Why didn’t you just say so? I nabbed ‘em as soon as I got in there. Marked off the locations of all the cameras and security alarms—not like that matters since Wilson shot them and I disarmed the rest in the east wing. Also, there were corridors and secret entryways not in the file. It’s on here now.”

Carelessly, you chuck the flash drive from your pocket at Steve and it smacks him in the chest. Sam crosses his arms and cocks his head at you, “Shit. Didn’t know you were all that.”

You frolic to the door, “See ya later!”

Three men watch on in shocked silence as you prance down the hallway, banking a sharp right towards your room. Steve stares from Sam to Bucky and then to the flash drive in his hand.

Sam clucks, “You know what… All things considered… the girl is legit.”

He calls your name, bangs on the door with a hard fist and when it cracks open, you peek your head out with tired eyes. “Sup, buttercup?”

“Why are you like this? The cyanide? The cake? You had the flash drive the whole time!”

You shrug off what sounds like an accusation, “I dunno. I’m good at my job.” Bucky crosses his arms. “Barnes!” You scold with a growing grin, “I’m legit! I just… you know. Why put all the pressure on myself when you’re around?”

You snort a little, scratch your tummy underneath an oversized shirt absently, and shrug your shoulders repeatedly like you’re dancing. Bucky narrows his eyes. “Are you telling me you’re an idiot because of me?”

“Yeah, Buck. I know you’ll take care of me.”

He freezes. Feels a sudden swell of heat rush from his chest to the top of his head. Bucky opens his mouth to retort, but nothing comes out. He closes it. You give him a sleepy grin, leaning on the door and swinging it wide, faltering against the knob with a yelp.

Swiftly, and true to his character, Bucky catches you with one arm.

Hanging from his hold, body twisted around, you look up into his blue eyes. They’re strangely tender, dancing over your face with an inquisitive glimmer.

The moment shatters when Bucky’s gaze stops at your neckline. “Is that—" he frowns, “Is your shirt on backwards?”

You nod. “Uh huh. Inside out too.”

His eyes slip shut. With a sigh, he drops you flat on your back and turns around. “You’re an idiot. I hate you.”

Down the hallway as he stomps off, cursing the moment the thought you were cute or something… he hears your voice calling.

“I’m an idiot— but I’m legit, right? And I’m your idiot, right? Bucky? Bucky!”

Bucky holds back a grin. Flicks you off behind his back. Legit or not, he would never give you the satisfaction of knowing.

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aliceaddellheidde · 4 years ago

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Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 1 – Advantage

WORDS: 1601

WARNINGS: violence, swearing

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless and are using they/their pronouns. I hope I'm using it correctly. Don't want to insult anybody.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you two touch.

This is multi-chapter story. 1/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

Moi and Rai were best at their job. They were taking care of human being´s souls. Making sure everyone will meet their soulmates sooner or later. You see, it´s not easy work. Especially when you have younger sibling. Parca were exact opposite of his relatives. While Moi were warm, dressed in brown-red-orange-yellow clothing and Rai, cold in purple-blue-green-pink attire, Parca were like a shadow. Black-white-grey-silver outfit matching their neutral, mischievous personality. As the youngest, Parca were causing a lot of problems, making eternity harder for Moi and Rai.

„Hear, hear my dear fellow immortal!” Parca were dancing around big hall where Rai were checking on their broken souls, looking for suitable candidate for today. „What do you want Parca?” „Oh, don’t be grumpy. I have news for you and our precious Moi.” „They are next door. You know we have counting at this hour. Don’t you have as well?” „All done. But there is something our boss want you and Moi to do. As priority.” „I'm sure it can wait.” „Um-mm, nope.” Parca grin as Rai frown. Then bright light appears and with that Moi too. „What's so urgent?” Parca gave them gloving rolled up parchment. When Rai open it, Moi gasp. „Finally! He was bugging me since 1937!” „There is one problem tho dear Moi. Look.” They read written words loud. „James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N Y//L/N. Shite.” „Moi, language!” „Details. Now lets work. Those two will be a tough nut.”

And since that day their plan set in motion.

You absolutely hated Bucky Barnes. Why? Because he was annoying little shit, always thinking he's better than you in everything. It was partly true, but he doesn’t need to know, right?

You just came to kitchen for breakfast when wall of muscles stopped you. „Look where you going dipshit!” Bucky smirked at you. „Someone woke up in bad mood?” he teased. „Shut up.” you hissed and opened upper cabinet only to find it empty of your favourite cereals. „Borky! Where is my food?” You turned around, but he was gone. With sight you took cereals from Wanda´s shelf. She will forgive you.

Morning shower was very relaxing. You almost forgot about Bucky. Until loud alarm went off and you dropped your shampoo as you jumped. „Damn it Rogers.” you cursed, quickly dried yourself and ran into your room for clothes when bucket full of glitters fell on you, leaving you startled. You couldn’t take another shower and had to change before Steve would come looking for you. Shaking glitters from yourself, best as you could, you put t-shirt and shorts on and hurried to meeting room. Everyone else was there.

„What happened to you?” Sam asked. Bucky was visibly holding back from laughing. „I had fight with my hobby cabinet. What do you think happened? This motherfucker prepared trap on me!” you sassed and gave Bucky middle finger. „That's enough! Y/N, sit down. We have emergency mission. Source said there is hidden Hydra facility in Atlanta. We don’t have building plans, but source said there are weapons and maybe a lab as well. Our tactic is go in, capture those peasants and destroy it.” Tony lifted his hand. „Yes Tony?” „Maybe we can take some guns for studies. And lab tech. You know, to better understand our enemies what are they doing.” Steve sighted. „Fine Tony. You can have one or two of their weapons. Banner and Dr. Cho will have lab stuff. Sam, Bucky, Y/N - suit up. Departure in 15 minutes.” You were leaving when Steve stopped you and Bucky. „Buck you have something to say to Y/N?” „Sorry.” he rolled his eyes. „Help her vacuum the floor. Quickly. And don’t try anything during mission. Both of you. Understood?” „Yes.” you said at the same time. „Great. Dismiss.”

„Ok, Mr. And Mrs. Grumpy. We´ll fly for an hour. Try not to kill each other.” Sam said from pilot seat. You took out your book and started reading. It was quiet for few minutes. Then you heard loud chewing and bubble bursting. Bucky smirked at you when you looked at him. You went back to your book and tried to ignore him. That worked for 10 minutes. „For fuck sake! Stop it!” you shouted. „What is it now?” Sam was tired of your fights. „He's chewing like an animal!” „Oh c'mon Buck. You can´t stop it for one flight?” „I´ll try.” Sam went back to cockpit and you put headphones on. To yours and Sam misfortune Bucky had yet another idea how to make you unhappy. His music was much louder than yours and his beaming smile was enough for you to throw your patience out of window. „Sam! I´m gonna to pilot and you sit here with this idiot.” If it meant to stop your fighting and have nice flight, Sam did it with no problem. Parca were pleased with themselves, little smug smile on face. They had so much fun. Rai and Moi were shaking their heads in cockpit.

„Why you have to do all those things to her Buck?” his friend asked. „It´s fun! She's like small child when she's angry. All red and death stares in one minute and second later she bakes chocolate cake for whole team.” „We all know you love her cake. But you really should try to restrict your pranks. I don’t want her to leave because of it.” „Nah, she's tough.” „As your captain I have to insist.” „Damn Bird brain, when did you turn into such strict man?” „On this mission. Wanna play cards?” „Sure.”

„We will land in five minutes. I sent Redwing already. He shot guards on the roof. There are 30 subjects in, garage full of cars and weapons.” „No lab?” „Maybe underground. Think Y/N, geez.” „Stop that. We have work to do.” With that Sam walked out. „After you.” Bucky mockingly bowed. „I hate you.” you said and followed your captain.

You prepared your gun and ran next to the wall, Bucky right behind. You looked from around the corner. „There is big concrete field. We have to run across it.” „That's stupid idea. They will see us right away.” „Then come up with better plan Mr. I-know-everything.” „I will. Let me think.” „Don’t hurt yourself.” „If you would shut up, you would know you have to find other way. There are mines under that concrete.” Sam said into our comms. „You almost got us killed! Are you brainless?” Bucky looked at you with disappointment. „I didn’t know there are mines!” He was silent, only moved his head for me to follow him. „Sam, is roof still clear?” „Yop.” „Can you get us there?” Metal wire appeared next to you and you took it. „Hold tight Y/N.” You knew what will come, but it was still weird how small thing like Redwing could lift you and fly. „Amateur.” Bucky scoffed and jumped on the roof with ease. „Show off.” you sneered when you landed next to him. „At least I have something to show.” Suddenly you felt small sting in shoulder. „Ouch, what the fuck? Were we drugged or what?” „No. Only little electric shock because you are not doing your work. Move your asses.” „Yes Cap.”

You ran across roof, then jumped on main building and hopped down on the ground. „Should we knock?” „Don’t be funny. I found you way in. There are back door on your right.” You moved there. „Stay behind me.” Bucky said and opened the door. You walked in and right away gunfire started. Bucky was effective as shield while you both tried to defence yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, there were Parca sitting on the car, laughing. Moi and Rai were there too. And thanks to their intervention you disarm almost all men inside the garage. Those who tried to run fell into Sam's trap. Moi moved destroyed cars and dead bodies for you to see secret door to laboratory.

You opened it and had to move from flying glowing ball. „Bucky, look out!” you screamed but it was too late. It hit him and his eyes rolled up as he fell down. Parca were very happy with their work. Moi and Rai not at all. You shot few guards and captured lab doctors. „Sam! Get Bucky out.” „Working on it.” You walked back into garage and found Bucky on the floor, panting. „You all right?” „Yeah.” „Take them. I´m going to check other buildings.” He nodded and even when he was shaking a bit doctors looked afraid of him.

„All clear. Gonna prepare some boxes for you Sam.” It took around 30 minutes and once you were done and safe in quinjet he blew up the facility. You turned to Bucky. „How are you feeling?” „Like I got hit by lighting ball.” „Ha, ha. Now for real.” „Fine. But my arm isn't working how it should.” „Let me see.” You started carefully repairing it and he was watching you all the time. Moi and Rai smiled at each other. Then Parca moved your hand wrong direction and Bucky yelped in pain. „Sorry! I´m so sorry!” „It´s ok. At least touch sensor is working.” You laughed in relief and continued your work.

„Good job. Were there any problems?” Steve asked when you landed. „Just Bucky´s hand. He went to medical bay already. Y/N took amazing advantage of situation and secured laboratory and all buildings” „Good. We will sort things out from here. You go and rest. See you tomorrow.”

You said your farewell to Sam and closed door of your personal paradise called your room.

#HBC Lucky In Love #the ss horniest book club #bucky barnes #soulmate au bucky barnes

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giirlboyfriend · 3 years ago

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ever since i moved out to the country I've been having weird experiences at night. like a few months ago I was taking my dog out at like 3am and there was Something really big chilling by my window and watching me when I came out, and it only ran away after I started to leave. I wasnt wearing my glasses and it was standing near the motion sensing lights so i didn't wanna go towards it to turn them on because I have Genre Awareness and thats stupid horror movie behavior, but the motion sensors didnt go off when it ran away??? it just. stared at me until my dog was done doing her business, which took a while, so I was basically in a stare down with some giant Something for at least 5 minutes.

anyways it ran away without setting off the lights and didnt make any sound at all, and since I wasnt wearing my glasses and am chronically afraid of the dark I'd basically convinced myself that I'd made it all up (even though my dog was pulling towards it and barking at it that doesnt matter lets not think about that)

but last night I went to go pick up my friend from her job and on the way I saw a. Big Ass Black Wild Cat on the side of the road chilling. biggest cat I've ever seen in my life, like massive. like that bitch belongs in a zoo. bigger than any bobcat I've ever seen and my first instinct when I saw it was jaguar, which is very stupid because I'm in texas, but then I remembered that it's not totally unlikely that some crazy rancher has exotic pets that they dont secure well enough, because texas.

anyways. if I fall off for a few weeks it's probably because ive been eaten by something love and light 😊

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snaileer · 5 years ago

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Chips & Salsa Chp 3

Quick recap from last chapter:

Lance winced and grit his teeth, stumbling forward again before straightening harshly, “This is sweet and all but I’ve really got to go.”

“Why,” Pidge asked, her voice betraying the anger on her face for desperation, “We just got you back from the Galra and now you’re trying to leave! Why?!”

Lance’s eyes narrowed with a cold hardness to them, “Because they chipped me like a f*cking dog and I’d bet you they’ve already called Animal Control on my ass.”

x--x--x

“What?” Everyone paused at the declaration. “What do you mean they chipped you?”

“I mean, they held me down and played a rousing game of Operation as they put a piece of metal inside my body like the bunch of purple furry creeps they are.” Lance bitterly ground out the words. It may have seemed like a joke but they could tell it was just a cover.

“And if they put a chip in you, they can track you anywhere you go and you need-”

“I need to leave,” - “You need our help.” Keith and Lance finished the sentence at the same time, though in vastly different ways

“Lance, why would you leave!?” Keith whipped around to face Lance from standing next to him.

“Because I’m a danger to you. I’m putting you in danger just by being here!”

“We can fix this. We can get rid of the chip, we can help!” Pidge cut in again.

“Not without the Galra finding us first, I don't even know where they put the chip! Once they find out I’m gone, they’re going to come for me! And they’re going to find me... I can't be here when they do, I can't put you guys in more danger, not again.” Lance’s voice was still angry and defiant, but it also sounded a little guilty. As if Lance had any responsibility for what was happening.

“Lance, you’re not-” Keith seemed ready to start up another full-blown argument, but not before Hunk cut in from his surprised silence.

“What if we were able to temporarily disrupt the chip long enough to get it out?” Or maybe not surprised silence, but planning silence.

“How?” Lance turned his head to Hunk, finally stopping his lackluster struggle against Allura. He seemed to be honestly considering the possibility; it was progress.

“Well, remember when we were first fighting Zarkon, and he kept chasing us around the galaxy but we couldn’t figure out how he was finding us?”

“You mean when Allura and Keith decided to run away together in a fit of teenage angst and endanger the whole team? Why yes, Hunk, I do remember that.” Shiro threw a glare at his brother and the princess, who had the good sense to look mildly ashamed. He turned back to Hunk, “But what does that disaster have to do with this one?”

“Well, when we were still trying to figure it out, and before we knew it was the Black Lion’s connection, Allura wormholed us into a space storm that we thought would disrupt their trackers. So...” Hunk seemed to be rambling a little bit, losing certainty as he talked.

“Sooo, if we can find another metallic storm like that one, it would cause enough interference to give us time to remove the chip!” Pidge caught onto the idea quickly and gained confidence the more she thought it through, “Hunk, you're a genius!”

“So, Lance, are you willing to work with us on this? Take a chance?” Shiro looked to Lance with hope and determination. They were so close to being done with all of this.

“I’m sensing I don't actually have much of a choice, do I?” Lance said with a small chuckle at his friends.

“You always have a choice with us. But not this time, not really, no.” Shiro chuckled back with a smile. Lance had barely been back for more than an hour and the team was already healing, he could tell.

“If I let go of you now, you’re going to stay then?” Allura asked.

“Yeah, Princess, you’re good. I’ll stay,” Allura finally released her grip and stepped back, “But only to see if this works, if you can’t get rid of the chip, I will leave. You have to let me leave.”

“Lance, no. We can't do that-” Hunk started, but Lance interrupted him with a stern look.

“Promise me,” Lance looked at all of them, even Coran who’d approached at some point, “Promise me, if we can’t stop the Galra from tracking me, you’ll let me leave.”

“But we-”

“Fine,” Shiro stopped the other’s arguments, “We promise to let you go if we can't fix this,” he paused again, “But I trust in our team’s capabilities, you should too, Lance.” Then he stepped back and led everyone back to the bridge for Allura to wormhole.

Everyone would be lying if they said it didn’t make them smile when Lance sat down in the Blue Paladin chair.

“Whenever you’re ready, Allura, I’ve entered the coordinates for the strongest storm I could find nearby. Zylo-Tuun Quadrant actually. Why, I remember my first trip to Zylo-Tuun, on the planet Ghakin, ugly planet that one, too far from Altea, the people there were too hard, in my opinion. Nothing like you squishy humans.” And by the time Coran was finished talking, they’d already made it to the other side of the wormhole. The team stood to head off to the medbay. Except Lance.

“Lance, you coming?” The dazed look on Lance’s face made them hesitate, but it disappeared with a quick shake of his head as Lance got up and walked over to the group.

“I’m fine you guys, just ready to get rid of this thing. I just want to get back to normal.”

“That we can do,” Coran moved behind them down the hall, “First, I’ll need to do a scan of your body to find the quiznacking thing before we remove it.”

“And how do we do that, Coran?” Shiro asked as they entered the medbay, blatantly ignoring the left-over mess and bits of shattered glass on the floor.

“Just need you to step into the stasis pod. It’s not going to close, so no need to worry about that, my boy.” Coran motioned to Lance and moved him into the open pod. A blue light projection scanned over his body and caused something to beep on Coran’s holo-pad. Lance stepped out of the pod.

“Oh-no,” Coran’s aura of cheerfulness drooped as he looked from the pad to the team.

“What is it Coran? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you Lance, it’s just… the chip… this might be harder than we thought. It’s not somewhere we can just get rid of it.”

“Are you saying you can’t do it? That I’m stuck with this thing?”

There was a sense of desperation in the air, though it was audible in Lance’s words, no matter how angry they sounded.

“No, but… Lance.. the chip is implanted in your brain.” Coran turned the holo-screen towards them. It showed the scan of Lance’s body, zoomed in on his head, with a tiny solid light blip in the diagram of his brain.

“Oh my God.” Lance’s voice was breathless, “Oh. My. God,” The second time sounded a bit deranged, especially followed by the huff of almost-laughter. Lance looked down at his hands.

“Lance…”

“I knew it. I knew something was off,” Lance shook his head, then put a hand to his hair. He looked back up, a sort of broken, angry, sad smile on his face, “That’s why they cut my hair… Of course!” He laughed again.

“Sorry, what? They cut your hair?” Keith asked, stepping forward. He didn't like the look on Lance’s face and Keith was just as close to breaking down, probably into a fight.

“Uh yeah, Keith, they cut my hair. You know what that is, right?” Lance’s words were bitter and sarcastic, “Maybe you should try it on that mullet sometime. But this undercut thing I’ve got going on wasn’t my choice. They did it for the surgery! To put that god-forsaken THING in me!” Lance whipped around to point directly at the screen with the chip diagram.

“And now! We can’t get it out! And isn't that just fan-freaking-tastic!” The yell sounded angry and exasperated, but most of all tired. Lance didn’t want to deal with this, he just wanted this whole mess to be done with.

He had to leave now, Lance knew he would have to leave. It was stupid to think he could stay with his team.

“Lance, we have time. We’re safe in the storm. It’s blocking the chip from sending out a single, they can’t track us here,” Shiro knew

“But you’re still in danger. I’m still a danger to you.” Lance

“No, you’re not Lance. We care about you, we’re a family, you’re not putting us in any danger we can't handle.”

“But I’m the one that’s dangerous! Don’t you get that!? I’m the one that hurts people! I’ve done it before! You don't know what I did in the arena! What if I’ve changed?!” Lance’s heart ached as he looked at his team.

How could he ever stay on Voltron? He had so much blood on his hands, blood put there all on his own. And it still wasn't enough blood to keep him from needing to fight.

Shiro stepped in, putting a hand on Lance’s shoulder, “You’re still our family. You don't have to feel guilty for what they forced you to do, Lance. You told me that before, now I’m telling you. What happened was not your fault.”

Lance roughly yanked his shoulder back from Shiro’s touch. He scoffed and his face grew angry, “Well, not everyone can be as perfect as the universe’s golden boy, Shiro. Not everyone is as good as you are on the inside. Some people are just bad!” He stormed out of the room after throwing a hard glare at Shiro.

How could Lance ever stay on Voltron? How could he willingly ruin Voltron with his darkness, his problems? What need did they have for someone like him? Someone who only relaxed when he was fighting and hurting others. Someone who survived on the suffering of others, on hurting them.

But Lance wouldn’t let that happen to them. Not to them. Never to them.

Not to Hunk.

Not to Pidge.

Not Shiro. Or Allura. Or Coran,

And not to Keith.

Even if that meant he couldn’t stay, no matter how much he wanted to.

Lance hesitated at the doorway to his room. It seemed like this small pocket of normal that hadn't been touched by everything that had happened. The motion sensor opened the door for him, allowing him in to sit on the bed.

He could stay. He could just lay down now, fall asleep and act like the bed didn't feel too soft compared to the cold floors of a cell. Wake up in the morning, go to breakfast with the team, complain about Altean food goo with them even though he’d tasted worse in the prison. He could pretend.

Lance breathed deeply, trying to convince himself it was okay to stay with the team. As he breathed out, his calm was ruined by the ringing sharpening in his ears.

His fingers twitched with the urge to hit something.

Of course he couldn’t stay, not when he couldn't control himself. Not when he was still addicted to the fights. Addicted to hurting the people around him. Killing them just because they befriended Lance when-.

No. He still needed to leave. Lance got up from the bed, changing out of the healing suit and into his Earth clothes. And how he relished the feeling of air between fabric and skin. Of the feeling of the cotton in his favorite t-shirt and the rough smoothness of his jeans. It was amazing: the feeling of wearing something he liked, that was comfortable and not prison rags that stuck to his body with blood and dirt.

Still, as he took off the med suit, Lance had to remind himself there was nothing similar in the way this fabric stuck to his skin with sweat from the day.

x--x--x

Keith had destroyed a probably, only maybe, tinsy bit excessive number of training bots after Lance had left the medbay. Shiro had gone to bed halfway through, telling Keith to do the same. Which he didn’t and would probably get chewed out for but it was pfff, whatever.

He was currently heading towards the showers, if only because he’d get to- have to pass Lance’s room on the way. Usually he’d be fine showering in the morning instead.

“Keith?”

Keith turned back to see Pidge standing in the hallway outside her bedroom-turned-workshop.

“Pidge, uhh, what are you still doing up this late?”

Pidge raised an eyebrow at him, “We’re both standing here, fool.”

He winced. “I’m coming back from training, just heading to take a shower.”

“Down the one hallway with all of our rooms?”

“I’m worried about him, sue me.” Keith was more than a little worked up from training so hard and all he wanted to do was-

“Don't have the money for it. Oh, this is perfect! I need a second pair of eyes, come here, I want to ask you something.” She perked up for a second then grabbed his arm and dragged him into her room.

“God, Pidge you really need to clean in here,” Keith precariously stepped over the piles of stuff on the floor. “I don't think this place is up to any sort of fire safety code.”

“It’s organized chaos Keith, get with the program.” She leaned over her bed to grab her open computer, which was tangled in a number of wires. “Anyways, I was looking over the coding in the chip Coran found and I can’t tell if I’m missing something.”

“So why ask me? I know literally nothing about coding.”

“Obviously.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Pidge,” He leveled a look at the gremlin.

“No problem, always happy to help. You don’t know coding, but you do know strategy,”

“Uh..huh, and?” Keith was still lost with why she needed him.

“And implanting something in someone’s brain is crazy difficult, especially on a different species. So why would they go through all that trouble instead of just putting it in his arm or something?”

“Maybe so we couldn’t get it out?”

“But-” Both paladins heard a dull thump in the halls and looked towards the door.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t think anyone else was awake.” Keith started out of the room, Pidge right behind him.

The corridor had barely enough light to see, just enough for Keith’s Galra genes to catch a bit of movement coming from one room in particular.

“Lance?”

The figure froze, their shoulders bunched up like a teen caught sneaking out of the house past curfew.

Lance turned around slowly, “Heyyy, Keeithh. What’re you doing up this late?”

“Training.” Keith narrowed his eyes, “What are you doing?”

“Oh, y’know, just getting a drink from the kitchen.”

Pidge stepped out from Keith’s shadow, “With all your stuff?” She glanced down at the bag Lance was carrying.

“A long drink...?” Lance shrugged cautiously.

“Give it up, Lance. Why are you trying to leave in the middle of the night?” Keith stepped forward angrily.

“Because I’d thought there’d be less people awake at 1am and that seemed like a better option than midday.”

“Cut the crap, Lance. I’m serious. We want you to stay. What would have happened if you were gone when everybody woke up? Huh? Did you even think about that?” Keith got closer, his voice furious.

“Of course I thought about it!” Lance yelled at him, then immediately lowered his voice again, “Of course I thought about what would happen. How you would feel. I want to stay too… but I also want to keep you guys safe. You’re my team, and I can’t keep you safe if I’m a danger to all of you.”

Keith was close enough now to set his hand on Lance’s shoulder, “For the last time Lance, you’re not a-”

“Let me leave. All of you promised me, you told me you’d let me leave if I was still dangerous to the team.”

“Yeah but I also told Shiro I wouldn't punch Iverson, yet here we are.” Keith motioned with his hands, “Iverson’s only got one working eye and I’m definitely not letting you leave.”

Pidge piped in after Keith, “Please, Lance, I’m working on something.”

“So?”

“So, It could help with the tracker in the chip. It would let us get back to being Voltron.”

Lance looked doubtful. Keith didn’t, “Lance, I believe in her. If she says she can make something to stop the chip, she can make something to stop the chip. Right, Pidge?” Both of the boys looked at her for the affirmation.

“I can. I know I can.”

Keith turned back to Lance, “So, just give us a chance to help you. Even just one night.”

“One night? Really? You think you can disarm high-quality alien tech in one night?”

Pidge smirked to hide her uncertainties, “Oh Lance, you should know by now not to doubt me.”

“We both know I’ll never learn, Pidge.” Lance looked at Keith seriously, “I’ll give you one night. One. Because I trust Pidge, not you Mullet-Man,”

“Good, then see you in the morning?” Pidge said hesitantly. Neither of them was leaving before Lance, just to make sure he stayed with them this time.

Lance sighed and rolled his eyes before he stepped back towards his bedroom door, “Yeah Pidge, see you in the morning.”

Once the door closed, Lance slid down to sit against the cool metal. He listened to his friends murmur and settle back to their rooms.

Lance crossed his arms on top of his knees and rested his chin on them. He stared out at the dimness of his own room. It felt crowded and empty at the same time. It was blaringly bigger than the cell he’d been kept in. Yet every available surface was crowded and filled by knick-knacks and souvenirs that he’d found and kept, it just seemed like so much.

Lance sighed deeply with resignation; there was no way he was sleeping tonight. He moved to the center of the room with a small grunt.

He laid his back against the ground, breathed once and then sat up. Down. Back up. Down. Back up. Down. Up. Again. Again.

Again.

Again,

14.

Again.

Next Chapter: https://snaileer.tumblr.com/post/616522538695213057/chips-salsa-chp-4

First Chapter: https://snaileer.tumblr.com/post/613092735756402688/chips-and-salsa-chp-1

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bellattawrites · 4 years ago

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darling dearest

pairing: hitoshi shinso x fem!reader - Y/n, L/n

rating: SFW, 16+, mentioned sex

cw: swearing, suggestive comments, implied sex,

fluff, enemies to lovers, college AU

word count: 1.6k

The sun began setting down on downtown Tokyo. Y/n made her way to the dorms after her final class of the day. She was exhausted and still had so much work she needed to finish.

College was really wearing Y/n out.

She took her keycard from her backpack and pressed it against the sensor. The door opened and she made her way to the shoe locker.

After changing out her shoes, Y/n walked towards the elevator. The door opened as she moved her hand to press the button.

“Yikes, you should’ve taken the stairs.” said a daunting voice.

Y/n turned to see the last person she wanted to ever see. Hitoshi Shinso, a student in the same year. They met in high school and constantly quarreled over things most might consider stupid. To be truthful, neither of them really knew if their arguments were even worth the trouble.

But one thing they both knew for sure was that they did not like each other.

“Right, because if I had taken the stairs I would’ve been able to avoid your ugly ass face. Move.” Y/n said harshly.

Shinso rolled his eyes and scoffed at the woman standing in front of him.

“You talk like you’re in charge of the elevator, L/n. Maybe I don’t want to move. Take the stairs, looks like you could use it.” Shinso said.

Y/n sighed and pressed the button for the other elevator, choosing to completely ignore Shinso. He frowned and exited the elevator. Shinso wanted a reaction that she had decided not the give him.

“You gonna say something?” he asked. Y/n smirked and slipped by him into the elevator he had just left.

She raised a hand and waved to him with a smirk.

“Goodbye.” she said as the doors began to close.

Once she left his view, Shinso scowled and turned on his heel.

“That bitch.” he muttered under his breath before walking out of the building.

***

The next night, Y/n and her friends walked into the club by the campus. After a long week of classes and endless studying, she felt like she deserved a night off.

The inside of a nightclub in Tokyo was a seemingly surreal experience. The lights flashed and the bass drowned out the faint sounds of hoots and hollers. Y/n began thriving off of the disorientation and began dancing to the music.

She turned her head to the right in search for her friend, but instead saw something she wasn’t ready to see.

Y/n wasn’t even aware that she wasn’t prepared to see what was taking place.

A girl with luscious long legs, gorgeous honey-colored hair, and a body that many would consider irresistible danced on someone with a familiar face. His typically unruly purple hair hair had fallen and clung to the sides of his face. The hands that Y/n had unknowingly noticed so many times tugged on the girl’s hips as she grinded into him.

Y/n felt sick. The undescribably wonderous feeling from before turned into panic. She rushed off of the dance floor and towards the door as fast as she could

“Y/n! Wait!” her friend called after her.

Y/n didn’t stop at the sound of her friend’s voice. As soon as she reached the door, she kicked open the door and stumbled outside. She disregarded the people in line and the bouncer watching as she fell to her knees and gasped for air.

A tight feeling took over her chest and she closed her eyes to attempt to breathe properly again.

“God, you look pitiful on the ground like that.”

Y/n’s eyes opened wide and she turned her head to see Shinso and the girl. One of his hands rested on her hip and the other laid by his side.

“Your eyeliner is running, Sweetie.” the girl said in a mocking tone. Y/n looked down at their feet and sighed.

“Are you just going to sit there mocking me, Shinso? Don’t you have something better to do?” Y/n said as she motioned to the girl.

Shinso’s eyes changed from a malicious glare to a concerned gaze. Sure he had made fun of Y/n in the past, but she usually came back with a retort. It was unlike her to not fire an insult back.

“She’s right, come on.” the girl said, now clinging to him. Y/n had stood up and straightened out her dress already, returning to her usual stance.

Shinso followed the girl away from the club, but couldn’t shake the thought of Y/n hopelessly kneeling on the ground.

He hated this feeling. He felt like shit.

Guilt coursed through his veins for the rest of the night.

Shinso kept thinking about Y/n.

***

The following week was an uneventful one. Y/n had gone about her week doing the usual things. Classes, studying, and extra work had consumed her schedule.

But something unusual that she had noticed was that she hadn’t had a notable encounter with Shinso.

When they crossed paths outside of the dorm building, he didn’t respond to her insult. He simply rolled his eyes and walked away. Y/n knew this was because of what happened outside the club.

She knew that the encounter probably stuck with Shinso as much as it stuck with her.

Y/n had no intention to admit why she had reacted so severely to seeing Shinso grind with a random girl. She figured it was better to ignore and suppress whatever the hell she was feeling instead of going through the painstaking process of facing her her emotions.

But she seemed to completely disregard her plan to suppress her feelings when she saw Shinso exiting the elevator she was approaching.

“Hey!” she yelled.

Shinso cursed under his breath and turned to face Y/n.

“What?” he asked in an annoyed tone.

“Why won’t you be an asshole to me? Ever since you saw me fucked up outside the club, you won’t hurl insults at me.” Y/n said.

“Do you want me to be an asshole to you?” Shinso asked.

Y/n raised her shoulders frustrated. “I don’t know!” she slightly yelled.

Shinso scoffed. “Okay well what do you want?” he asked while slightly raising his voice.

“I don’t know what I want, Shinso. It’s just strange for you to not be an ass.” Y/n said.

Shinso chuckled for a second before squinting at Y/n.

“You must be out of your damn mind! I stop being rude to you after I see you upset and you get mad about it? You’re literally insane!” Shinso said.

“I don’t need you to pity me, I don’t need you to feel like you have to be nice to me. I’m not weak, Shinso!” she said.

“So you want me to be a jerk as if I never saw you upset. I’ve never seen you like that, I don’t even know what made you that upset!” he said.

Y/n stood there and just looked at him for a moment. She didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t like she could just explain it to him.

“Forget I said anything. I’m going upstairs.” she said.

Y/n walked into the elevator and disappeared from Shinso’s sight. He sighed and looked at the door the the stairwell.

It was honestly such a bad idea to do what he was thinking about doing. Facing the feelings he had been having since high school was a god awful idea. He wasn’t good enough to deserve someone like Y/n. That’s why he did what he could to make her dislike him.

But at this point, Shinso couldn’t help himself.

***

The elevator door opened and Y/n took a step forward. She was suddenly grabbed by the wrists and pulled forward before her body pressed into someone else’s/

She was met with purple eyes that stared deep into her own. Nerves began to course through her body and her breathing became irregular.

“You annoy the fuck out of me, you know that?” Shinso said both softly and aggressively at the same time.

Y/n took a moment to process what he said.

“Yeah, I do it on purpose.” she said.

The fronts of their bodies were still pressed together and their faces were only inches apart. Both of them waited for the other to do something, do anything.

“You’re really gonna make me do it?” Shinso asked.

Y/n smirked and her eyes thinned.

“Yup.” she said.

Shinso rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Tch. Fuck you.” he said.

He then violently smashed his lips onto hers, and she immediately returned the kiss back. Their lips continued to move in sync more and more aggressively. Y/n’s hands moved up to Shinso’s hair and his hands moved to hold onto her hips.

Y/n pulled away and the separation of their lips made a popping sound.

“Yeah, this is a hallway, follow me.” she said.

Y/n grabbed Shinso’s wrist and dragged him down the hall to a door. She unlocked it with a keycard and cracked the door open.

“Wait, are you sure?” Shinso asked.

Y/n turned around and devilishly smirked at him.

“Yes.”

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Y/n’s eyes fluttered open the next morning only to be met with the sight of someone’s very bruised neck.

Extremely bruised neck.

She then realized what she had done.

Who was in the bed.

And that neither she, or Shinso were not wearing clothes.

“Good morning, Darling Dearest.” grumbled Shinso. His morning voice caught Y/n off guard. She then realized that she was curled into him and resting on his arm.

“We weren’t drunk?” she asked as many of last night’s memories came flooding back.

“Nope. We were angry though.” Shinso said.

Y/n did remember that part. The absolutely aggressive angry sex was basically unforgettable.

“I thought you hated me?” Y/n asked as she tilted Shinso’s head down.

Their eyes met once more.

“Things change.” he said with a grin.

“You’re cute when you don’t want to admit things out loud. Just say you love me already.” Y/n said as she buried her face into his chest.

Shinso sighed and wrapped his arms tighter around Y/n.

“I love you.”

“Yeah yeah, I love you too.”

#bnha x reader #bnha #bnha shinsou #shinsou x y/n #x reader #bnha fluff #mha #mha smut #shinsoubnha #shinsō hitoshi #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha x reader #oneshot

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keelywolfe · 5 years ago

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FIC: Not What It’s Cracked Up To Be ch.5 (baon)

Summary: Edge and Stretch are finally getting back on an even keel. Edge’s broken leg is healing well, Spring is finally here and the flowers are close to blooming.

Be a shame if anything disturbed their domestic bliss.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Kustard, Established Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Fluff, Chickens, Depression

Notes: As a heads up, this chapter includes a depiction of depression.

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Read Chapter 5 on AO3

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Before Edge was willing to leave the house on what was likely a fool’s errand, he went back upstairs to peek in on Stretch. It was difficult to tell what was going on beneath the tangle of the blankets, but he seemed to be more relaxed from his tight, fetal curl of earlier. Probably sleeping and that was good.

Back in Underfell, his brother’s supposedly laziness used to drive him mad, but coming to the surface world brought a few humbling realizations. Depression was exhausting and so was low HP, and he no longer questioned the need for plenty of rest from any of those he cared about.

A closer inspection showed the blankets rising and falling in even rhythm, deep, slow breaths and Edge let out a near-silent, relieved sigh of his own, hoping that Stretch came out of the other side of sleep at least a little improved.

Edge hesitated at the bedside, wondering if he should leave a note. He decided against it. Stretch had his phone, he could text if he needed anything. Enough dithering about, whatever it was that Red was dragging him out of the house for must be at least a little important, the cameras Edge knew were hidden outside their house surely showed him what happened last night and—

Edge went stock-still on his way out the bedroom door, his hand still on the doorknob as suspicion along with sudden anger welled up in his soul. He closed the door with care and with slow deliberation, he pulled his phone out of his pocket to send a curt text back to his brother, Tell me what this is about.

No response and just as he was about to shove his phone back into his pocket came, awful slow these days, bro. hurry up and you can see for yourself.

His phone creaked in his hand and Edge forcibly loosened his grip, shoving it back into his pocket before he could give in to the childish urge to throw it against a wall. It wouldn’t change a thing except give him the extra headache of being without a phone until he could get a replacement. Red would have his fun and there wasn’t an angry text message in existence that would change that. There was only one way for his niggling suspicions to be confirmed and that was to play the game.

But he would have a thing or three to say once they were done, of that he was certain. Edge snagged his keys on the way out the door and headed out to his car.

The address Red sent him wasn’t more than a ten-minute drive to the mostly abandoned neighborhoods of Old New Home. As he pulled up to the abandoned lot, Red stepped out of a shortcut on the curb, hands in his pockets and his semi-permanent grin wide.

It set Edge’s emotions into a roiling conflict. On one hand, he was very annoyed with his brother, verging on furious if this turned out the way he suspected, and on the other…

On the other, the last time he’d seen his brother, it had started with him lying on Edge’s kitchen floor, bleeding out in his arms, and ended with Sans carrying him away. He looked tired, but that was more normal than not with Red.

Interesting to note that he was not wearing a matching collar to Sans, which meant either Sans had no idea what a single collar relationship symbolized, or he knew all too well and Edge wasn’t taking that thought any further. Brotherly concern was one thing, but he was not interesting in knowing the minute details of their relationship, so long as they were happy.

Speaking of happiness, Red’s grin was practically gleeful as Edge got out of the car. “awful slow, there, bro. gimp leg holding you back?”

“Shut up,” Edge said automatically, even as he limped over with cane in hand, “and start telling me why you dragged me out here.”

The mocking pout was all the more disturbing for being on Red’s face. “what, no hug?”

“I’d attempt it to prove a point,” Edge told him dryly, “but I have enough injuries without you literally stabbing me in the back. What. Do. You. Want.”

Red only shook his head, sighing as if with deep disappointment, ah, he was in a cheerful mood, wasn’t he. “all those years of you harping on manners and i ain’t even getting a how’s it going, how you been feeling, looking a lot better without all your marrow leakin’ out. no love at all, boss?”

If he wanted to play, Edge did still remember the rules. “Very well. How is Sans doing? He looked well when he brought me your report the other day. Is he taking care of any more of your work?”

That smile slipped a fraction. “he’s doin’ fine.”

Edge only looked at him, brow bone raised. If Red wasn’t going to discuss the elephant in the room, Edge would be more than happy to allow it to step on his foot. “I’m only asking as the Director of Operations, literally your boss, as you so enjoy pointing out. I’m sure you understand that it’s important for me to know what work my people are handling. In case there are any liabilities.”

That wide grin turned faintly wry, Red’s crimson eye lights gleaming his amusement. “yeah, fuck you, boss. he’s doin’ real good. decided for some dumbass reason he needs to move in. stupid fucking cat is having a fit.”

“Ah, yes, fuck you, only the very best comeback in your arsenal for me, I’m sure. And I can’t even begin to imagine why he’d want to move into that garbage pit you call a home.” Edge crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at his brother. “All right, you’ve had your fun. Now, where is she?”

Red barked out a laugh. “oh, very good, little brother, already figured it out, didja.”

“Your puzzles haven’t improved since Junior Jumble, it was not that difficult.”

“not for you.” As far as he was out of his childhood years, hearing that rare tinge of pride in his brother’s voice still made him want to preen. Edge squashed the urge, following as Red jerked his head towards overgrown field behind him. “come on.”

The terrain would have been aggravating even with two perfectly working legs. Having one that sent up threatening warning twinges with every step made it all the worse and the soil was loose and muddy, hard for feet and the tip of his cane. Grimly, Edge follow his brother through the hip-deep weeds, taking sour enjoyment in the fact that they were nearly above his brother’s head.

“she was a bitch and a half to find, i tell you what,” Red said conversationally, shoving his way through the vegetation. Edge supposed he should be grateful Red hadn’t either gone all-out jungle trekking and brought a machete or worse, offered to shortcut them, if only to force Edge to refuse. The very thought of taking one of Red’s shortcuts made his gorge rise. His brother tromped on obliviously, or at least giving a remarkable appearance of it, “this little gal has some tricks. little chickie crossed a lotta roads to get here.”

“Care to explain how you even knew how to look for her?” Edge asked sardonically and it was just as well Red wasn’t looking at him, because Edge couldn’t hide his surprise when he answered.

“sure. i was the reason she was missing to begin with.”

Edge stopped, “What? What the fuck does that mean?!”

“keep your hair on, you want me to explain or not?” Red kept moving and after a moment, Edge followed him, hands clenched into painful fists to keep from reaching out and strangling him. All that would do was waste time and amuse Red all the more, and Edge was trying to keep his contributions to his brother’s sense of humor at a minimum. “motion sensor went off at your place in the wee hours last night.”

“Motion sensors that you are not supposed to have.”

“huh, strange thing,” Red mused aloud, “don’t remember anyone sayin’ i couldn’t.”

“I didn’t think I had to!”

“anywho, went over to check it out.” He paused, swearing under his breath as he picked several dried-up thistles from his jacket without even bothering to flick any in Edge’s direction and utterly ignoring Edge’s visibly simmering impatience. “and i saw some kinda animal with too much fur and not enough feathers to be in your coop. your little lady was outside in the fenced area and close to bein’ a midnight snack. so i scooped her up, but before i could deal with the toothy lil’ problem, your liability came swooping in like a fucking bare-ass bat out of hell, firing bones every which way. i shortcutted out before he could turn me into a kabob. didn’t really mean to take her along for the ride, but i didn’t exactly have a wide selection of options.” Red craned his head to look over his shoulder slyly, “’least the view wasn’t bad. he musta felt me getting ready to clean house and hightailed it down. honey bun has pretty good reaction time. better'n yours."

Edge ignored that. “And you didn’t bring her back afterward because?

Red only shrugged. “couldn’t. she weaseled her way loose the second we hit grass again and took off. spent half the night and all morning lookin’ for the little fucker. once i figured out where she was holed up, i messaged you.”

Edge exhaled slowly, struggling with his temper. “And why didn’t you simply tell me all this earlier? Stretch is sitting at home mourning her and you—"

“and if it turned out she got hit by a car or some shit?” Red countered sharply, “really wanted to go there? figured it’d be better to make sure she had her feathers intact before i got his hopes all up.”

That was surprisingly valid as excuses went, and yet, “You could have told me! At the very least I could have helped you search!”

“think so, little brother?” Red looked at him with enough scorn that Edge had to suppress a flinch, “or you think maybe you woulda told stretch, try and cheer him up a bit? i wanted you to look her over, make sure she's all right first, but hey, you go on and call him right now if that’s what you think is better.”

Edge ground his teeth and said nothing. All the arguing in the world couldn’t make Red understand that this might have been the last thin, straw that broke the back between Stretch and a very dark day. His brother coped with his issues in much different ways, in Edge’s experience usually copious amounts of alcohol. Perhaps Sans would have been able to explain it better. Or perhaps he would have already given in and slapped Red upside the head, it was a fair chance either way.

They kept up through the tall grass. It shushed around them in the light breeze, that rustle the only sound, surrounding them, and his car growing small and distant behind them. Red was panting when they came to a small clearing, leaning over with his hands braced on his knees as he panted out, “here we are.”

There, sitting happily in a trodden down area of grass, was Nugget. She cackled out a greeting, loud in the muffling hush of the grass, but concerningly she didn’t move when normally she would be dancing flirtatiously around Edge’s legs.

“Is she hurt?” Edge demanded. He reached for her, ready to carry her back to the car and straight to a veterinarian.

Red scratched at the back of his skull, “see, that’s the thing—”

Before Edge could pick her up, she let out a warning screech and tried to peck at his hands. He snatched them back, staring down at her in bemused shock.

“—she seems to be in a mood of some sort,” Red finished, “can’t figure it out, she ain’t bleeding and she hadta walk all the way over here on her own. i woulda brought her back to your place when i found her, but she was pretty insistent on stayin’ right there.”

Baffled, Edge ran a Check on her, ignoring how ridiculous it seemed to do on a chicken. Her HP was fine, and he thought it better not to question why she had a LV of 2. “She doesn’t seem hurt.”

He reached out again cautiously, ignoring her pinching little beak attacks against his gloves, and lifted her up. Beneath her, the grass was torn up and arranged into a sort of nest and inside it—

Red crouched down to peer into it, mouth twisting crookedly. “huh. where you figure she got the golf balls?”

“I have no idea.” Standing in a field questioning the intentions of a chicken was not where Edge ever expected to find himself.

Red reached in and pinched a small, white object between two sharpened fingertips, lifting it up from the pile to inspect it despite Nuggets increasingly loud squalls of betrayal. “there’s one egg, anyway. least she’s still layin’ for you.”

Tucking Nugget against his side to stop her squirms, Edge only stared at it, perplexed, and said slowly, “That isn’t one of her eggs. Nugget’s eggs are a pale green.”

“huh.” Red set it back gently into the pile of grass and golf balls, and scrubbed hand over his face. “lemme get this straight. your little mini liability found a random egg in a pile of golf balls and decided to settle in and play momma? that’s what we think’s happenin’ here?”

“Would you like me consult my crystal ball? I don’t speak chicken and you’re the one whose been spying on them.” Nugget was getting increasingly difficult to hold and her forlorn and angry cries were either too heartrending or too annoying for Red to ignore. He heaved a sigh, shaking his head.

“hang on to the little shit,” Red ordered, even as he stepped sideways into a shortcut. Leaving Edge alone in the tall grass with an increasingly distraught chicken.

“Hush, hush, come on now,” Edge soothed, gentle petting what he could reach of her feathers. Her loud clucks dissolved into unhappy coos, looking up at Edge with mournfully beady little eyes. How was this his life, Edge wondered, with weary amusement, catering to the whims of a bird that once he would have seen more as lunch than a pet. He gave her a gentle scritch underneath the chin and she crooned softly, her small eyes closing as she finally settled.

Only to squawk loudly as Red abruptly reappeared, “here we go.”

In his hands was a hanging basket with a spray of flowers only just beginning to bloom from the leafy tendrils. It was rather lovely, definitely expensive, and absolutely did not belong to Red.

“Where did you get that?” Edge demanded.

Red shrugged, “only thing that matters is they didn’t see me.” He dumped the flowers out onto the ground in a sad splatter of leaves and potting soil, then crouched down and began filling it with grass. “c’mon, the joke’s getting’ old and the crowd’s restless, let’s get the show on the road.”

Edge made a mental note to have a much nicer replacement sent discreetly to anyone who complained about a missing floral arrangement and started to crouch down to help. Only for his brother to brusquely wave him back.

“hold the fucking chicken, i got this,” Red snapped. He didn’t look up at Edge, stuffing grass into the basket furiously. “you been standing long enough, last thing you need is to get down here and not be able to get back up. bet that leg is singing an ava maria by now.”

Slowly, Edge straightened, watching silently as Red filled the basket and he didn’t protest his leg was fine, didn’t try to reassure him, only let him make a messy little nest in the basket. He added the golf balls, nestling them into the grass, then hesitated over the egg, finally giving Edge a side eye. “uh. so do we take it or leave it?”

“Take it,” Edge decided. “Perhaps Stretch can do some research and find out what kind of egg it is.”

“it’s your funeral, don’t blame me if you end up with pet crocodile or some shit.”

“Nonsense, crocodiles aren’t native to Ebott. Snakes, however—” He trailed off as Nugget renewed her struggles and leaned down to set her in the basket. She settled immediately, fluffing out her feathers and nestling in. “I suppose that’s that.”

“yep, take ‘er home.” Red stood and stretched, both hands pressed into the small of his back as the joints popped. “by the way, i saw you doing work on the coop. ain’t a bad idea, but you don’t have a fox problem, boss.” His brother straightened and tucked his hands into his pockets, his grin colder, sharper, and in that moment, he could have stepped dusty and damaged directly from Underfell. “’least not anymore.”

He was gone before Edge could even open his mouth to ask.

He was alone again in the tall grass with nothing but a contented chicken for company and his car a painfully long walk away, particularly when lugging said chicken along.

“Thank you, brother,” Edge said, with an equal measure of sincerity and sarcasm. There was nothing for it. Edge heaved up the basket in his free hand and started to struggle his way back through the field.

Time to head home. Home, yes, home, where Stretch was hopefully still asleep, and Edge could only hope that seeing Nugget would shake at least a little of his depression loose. The thought of even a faint smile from his love was enough to make the growing ache in his leg well worth it.

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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Sempai noticed me...

Complete and corrected. I’m so glad you liked it, tbh I thought it’d be invasive to publish it anywhere because it’s your tag and I don’t wanna make you feel like I took your stuff. Idk, Hope you like it a little corrected, a little saucier, drugged Zim is the best Zim. I love this AU and I have so many fics for what hints and info you’ve been giving out, it’s insane… I can’t with myself, feeling inspired, might post on my tumblr under your tag. BIG ASS FUCKING HUG, you’re so inspiring, I love your imagination, please don’t stop!! xo

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It was rare that they had a common enemy for a long enough time as to become momentary allies. But of them all, the US Government did oppose a challenge. So it was a genuine struggle from the moment when he broke out of his cell, found Zim drugged out of his ever loving mind on a dissection table. Two stolen oversuits, a few puzzles and a dead soldier later, they were out of the labyrinth that seemed to be a governmental compound. Stormy skies above accompanying him ominously as he pulled on Zim’s bare hand, as he ran through the desert avoiding as many motion and thermal sensors throwing them off with the space blankets oversuit he’d stolen.

Every time they bumped, Zim hummed and flirtatiously noted one thing or another ‘You seem to have a better body mass, Dib stink’, ‘You saved me, I’ll hate that in the morning’, ‘You’re the only human I’d actually kill for thus far, Dib’, ‘You’re almost smart when you want’. Each phrase like a worm consuming his every rational thought, the few left from years of alcohol abuse, at least. God, he needed a drink right now.

Dib pushed a few strands of his jet black hair back, pissed off at how he had lost his good hair tie somewhere. He was soaked through and he laid on top of the space-boy who just seemed to decide he liked the governmental drugs he’d been administered, “Don’t think it’s the time for fraternizing, Dig-thing,” the alien slurred settling his arms around Dib’s skinny neck and poked tapped Dib’s nose, earning a frown and a blush. Wishing the image wasn’t burned in his retina, a shameful part of him insisting on using those minutes of the day… Later… Ugh, Zim doesn’t even know who he’s talking to, said the ruthless little part of his conscience, just get your pathetic ass out of here you can be stupid at home… “F-for fuck’s sake” he mumbled, looking ahead as two convoys deployed to look for them.

Luckily the sun was setting and they could move quietly, “Look at me, Dib. LOOK AT ZIM!” Ugh… “I’m looking at you, Zim! Now shut up and let’s get out of here,” he said quietly through his teeth, “Just shut up and let me thing, alright?” Zim smiled at him and poked at his nose chuckling, “You look cute when you’re worried”. Dib rolled away and looked around as the lights of the convoy went up, SHIT. He let out a shaky breath and looked at the next bush they could crawl to.

Dib took Zim’s wrist, before he could move, Zim pulled his face to look at him forcefully, “Look. At. Zim”. Sighing he resorted to reminding himself of simpler times, being a kid and dreaming of breaking into Area 51, of course he hadn’t counted with Zim’s presence back then. There was a pink trail of irken blood down the alien’s chin as he wobbled to his feet and out of his very worn PAK, came out a leg with a button he pressed.

“The fuck was that?” hissed Dib as he pushed them down as a light passed them overhead. “You worry too much, Dib human” the alien slurred and patted Dib’s face, “… Eh… Kah’ldya hujkali’r …” Zim sighed and looked up at him, “Mine,” What the actual fuck? A question that went unsaid by Dib’s expression, first irken gibberish he couldn’t translate without his guides and the app in his busted up computer, then Zim’s fucking what?? Dib sighed and picked the alien again, by the oversized overalls and rolled his eyes expecting a less giddy wobbly alien to follow him. Zim kept slurring happily as an explosion went off overhead turning over one of the jeeps and the voot cruiser materialized in front of them at the speed of light, “It’s impressive-“ Zim rubbed at his head and pointed back at the high security military base from which Dib failed to get any fucking proof of the shit going on within as he made his way out because he was babysitting Zim this once. Still he threw Zim inside the cruiser and watched the hatch close behind him as machinegun fire went off, alarms going off within the spaceship, “What are we doing here?” said the computer as the voot went off at top speed making Zim and Dib land in a heap at the back of the driver’s seat. “Paranormal investigation” – “We were kidnapped” they answered in unison, and Dib looked down at Zim rising an exasperated eyebrow, “We were kidnapped,” he repeated, “We need to leave, I need a cigarette and I’m fucking thankful that I don’t have a digital print right now, Zim, stop!” he said as Zim attempted to rub his face on his lower belly spreading blood all over it and far too close for comfort to other sensitive areas that MAY need immediate and desperate attention, but he feels dirty enough with the shit he’s witnessed so far “Can we run some test to know what he was dosed with?!” he asked looking away from the alien offering a sly grin at his lap, blinking slowly up at him. “Ugh… Initiating blood analysis through Pak system, it seems to be damaged. It may be fixed once you’re back at the base,” Dib sighed, as he pushed the hoodie of the stolen overall off his head and said, “Great.” So then he could leave Zim at his base, safely away from authorities and then just get drunk on whatever he found cheapest at the store for a day or five, he pushed his hair back, pretending he wasn’t bothered as hell that he lost his hair tie.

Zim alternated between looking confusedly around him to attempting to command the ship, which both the AI and Dib fought against, they threw the overalls through the vent and he seriously needed not to think on how his mouth watered as he divested Zim of the overall he forced him into at the lab/torture chamber back in the military compound.

It wasn’t half an hour later that he threw the door open at Zim’s home and just pushed past GIR “Oh, Master don’t look so good…” robotic tentacles came down from the ceiling and took Zim from Dib’s arms as sighed in relief, this whole thing felt like too much responsibility for the level of anxiety he was dealing with. Zim seemed to be reluctant to let go of his mangled shirt, “Alha’farhdun… Kah’ldya hujkali’r” he was pushed through the opening to his laboratory and then there was silence.

GIR hummed just as Dib felt he was overstaying his welcome, “I can translate irken!” he smiled with his tongue out and Dib looked at the small robot sideways expectantly, yet apprehensive on the information, “He said! You’re mine to keep safe too, my hero!- HEY!” Dib turned around mid-sentence and his feet didn’t stop until he reached his home. The neighbors were screaming, there was a siren down the street and the pipe under the kitchen sink leaked again leaving the smell of humidity on the air, he collapsed against his closed door and crawled to his bed a few moments later so he could have a proper breakdown.

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[SYT] 1. the sheep and her stupid dogs

Show Your Teeth

Characters: Fiona, Winter, May, Robyn, Joanna Rating: Mature Word Count: 5247

The deadline to find a new teammate and pass their combat exam is approaching fast. Desperate for a substitute, Fiona takes her teammates to Mantle and finds more than a new partner.

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Fiona knew Atlas Academy was going to be difficult. The upperclassmen always told them, “Survive the first year and everything else would be a breeze,” but they weren’t a Faunus. They weren’t partnered with a quarry owner’s son. They weren’t surrounded by Atlas born elites, who’s family money was practically made from Faunus blood and bones. Lives even.

Yes, the first year was hard but not because of the test and training. It was her own partner and those… those stupid elites!

Fiona remembers the first time she finally broke under those hateful comments. She doesn’t remember the words, her own sobs to loud to hear much of anything. She could barely see Winter’s sneers through her tears. She does remember May’s fist… The feeling of shock, joy, and fear, as it colliding into her partner’s face.

May beat the quarry owner’s son until his Aura broke then threw in a few more punches hidden under his clothes. All the while Winter Schnee shield Fiona in case he slipped past May. Fiona never stood up to people like that. It always ended bad for her but… she never had people defend her in such a way.

Fiona held her palms to her eyes, trying to push back the tears. She laughed and smiled at the now bittersweet memory, “You two… ugh! You two are such idiots!”

Rich idiot with money and who knew how Atlas worked. A stupid Schnee too stubborn to care about her family name and a stupid Marigold too angry for reason. Two Atlas elites… who sacrifice their public image for her. Fiona wiped her eyes and replayed the public speech that finally got their fourth member expelled.

Their team had just won a tournament and stood on stage before the crowd and cameras. Fiona should have known her elites were planning something. On screen May softly nudged Fiona to stand at the far left instead of her usual position in the middle right.

Winter took the podium with an air of authority and confidence only the the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company could posses . Her voice was steady and calm, “Atlas is the pinnacle of peace and technology. We lead the world and set ourselves to a higher standard to strive beyond perfection,” the Winter-on-screen said. After nearly two years with the elite and countless hours of re-watching, Fiona could see the subtle tells of Winter’s temper rising.

It was a little scary. She wasn’t as obvious as May’s pulsing veins and clenched jaw. It was her posture. Always perfect but her shoulders tensed, forearms stiffen, everything coiled tight ready for a strike.

The strike was an angry gesture at their fourth member on the far right. “So why is this hateful, racist, queer intolerant buffoon still here?!” Winter yelled into the mic. That was the moment Winter became the former heiress of the SDC.

Fiona watch her own reaction. On-screen-Fiona tried leaning over, to look at Winter, maybe to stop her but May gave a subtle gesture to stand down.

Now Winter looked like May. A pulsing vein at the side of her neck, jaw tense and face reddening with anger.

Anger for Fiona and May.

Anger at the lack of action from General Ironwood and the other instructors at the Academy.

“We endured his unreasonable hatred for over a year. If this is Atlas’s definition of peace and perfection…” On-screen-Winter took a deep breath, returning to the calm and cool women that first took the podium. “I, Winter Schnee, will have no part of it.” She ripped the medal around her neck and threw it to the ground. May did the same and the Fiona did it too with shaking hands, her nerves and fear bare for the world to see.

If the Academy continued to do nothing, the world would know.

Fiona laughed and wiped her eyes. She held the Scroll close to her chest, “You two idiots… Was it worth it?” Her voice cracked as another sob broke through.

It wasn’t.

She could hear Winter and May arguing in the bathroom. The most promising team of Atlas Academy… cut down before graduation… General Ironwood had deemed the combat exam too dangerous for only three second years and bared them from taking their final. They had till the middle of summer to find a replacement, train, and to pass the exam.

“It’s been four days, Winter! No one is going to partner with us after the stunt we pulled!”

“I’m sure there’s at least one other person willing-”

“They can’t be upperclassmen. We’ve asked every second and first year, Win.”

“We’re not taking that asshole back. That’s final.”

“It’s our only option.”

“There has to be another way!” Winter yelled.

May sighed, “Me and Fiona will be fine-”

“Bullshit!” There were several loud crash in the bathroom. Fiona flinched under each one and when May yelped in pain Fiona bolted from her bed. Her hand hovered just out of range of the motion sensor. “I’m not watching you two cry again.”

“We’re not Weiss!” There were several loud crashes. Fiona nearly stepping back at each one. She stood her ground, heartbreaking with each punch that thudded through the metal door and walls. “We don’t need your protection!”

“It’s not… it’s…”

Fiona pulled her hand back using them pressing her ears flat and back to her head. She didn’t want to hear it. It wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t worth the sacrificing their huntress careers. She survived nineteen years of racism, she should survive two more… For these stupid elites willing to throw away their status.

The sheep Faunus took a breath for courage and waved her hand in front of the sensor before she lost it. The door to the bathroom slid open, revealing the pair of elites sprawled on the bathroom floor. Of course Winter was on top, a hand on May’s chest to pin her to the floor. Their chest was heaving from the yelling, face a little flush from their argument. Fiona didn’t blink, it was a familiar sight between two hot heads.

“May’s right. We’ll be fine…” Then she spotted something a little off and her words trailed off. She could count the space between May and Winter’s lips with a hand, one finger. For a total of one inch.

Either May didn’t realize how it looked or that this happened away too often in private. Winter couldn’t meet either of their eyes, but perhaps it was due to fighting May when she tried to shove her off. The Schnee didn’t budge, instead she adjusted from straddling May’s hips to sitting on her abdomen. The casual display of dominance only had the Marigold bristling, almost growling.

“You’re crying,” Winter observed with a scowl. That seemed to snapped May out of their fight. She arched awkwardly to get a look at Fiona.

“Why-” May started but Fiona interrupted her.

If she wasn’t a Faunus they’d all would be moving into the third year dorms right now.

“Stress,” Fiona said. She turned to one of the sinks and quickly rinsed her face from the tears and some snot she hoped the elites didn’t see. Through her fingers she caught Winter moving in the mirror, pulling at missing buttons and examine her uniform of any other damage. May seemed content to watch her partner preen and fix her appearance as best as possible until Winter looked down at her through long lashes and an arrogant smirk.

“Get off, you fat ass,” May scowled.

“In an effort to be a good teammate, leader, and reasonable adult. I’m ignoring that comment.” Winter said. She got to her feet and offered May her hand. Despite the scowl her partner took it.

Fiona shelved her suspicions for later. She patted her face dry and looked back up at her elites. Their light glares at each other soften when Fiona caught their attention, “May’s right. We need a fourth and everyone in Atlas is too much of a coward…” Fiona gasped. In Atlas. Fiona’s ears flickered about, almost tickling herself as it brushed against her fluffy hair. She smiled up at them, “We haven’t asked around in Mantle!”

As soon as the last word left her mouth May and Winter gave her an… interesting reaction. Disgust, contempt, reluctance, defeat. Fiona huffed and glared at the two, “The requirements was no upperclassmen. Nothing about our fourth member being a student!” She said.

It didn’t really sway Winter’s opinion, “I doubt General Ironwood would allow it,” Winter said.

At that May only light up, yellow eyes gleaming with mischief. She smiled back down at her, “Fiona you’re brilliant!” May laughed swooping her up and holding the sheep Faunus up high in the air. Fiona pouted back and kicked her legs. One of these days she will kick May in the balls… but not today. Today Fiona will enjoy that dumb smile and cute face. She needed it.

Winter did too, even if she tried to act cool and indifferent. The Schnee made a show of slipping off her shirt with a sigh, “I suppose I’m out voted…” She mumbled looking at the missing buttons. Fiona only smiled. It wasn’t much of a vote when May was too eager to fuck the system. Winter dropped her shirt onto May’s head as she walked back into their dorm room. “You’re either fixing it or buying me a new one, Marigold.”

“Whatever, ma’am,” May drawled at her, sticking out her tongue. She finally set Fiona down and grinned. “So where do we start?”

The Police Academy was Fiona’s first thought. But after May smoothed down her designer clothes she changed her mind. “We need to get you two into something that doesn’t scream money.” Fiona said. “Something casual.”

Winter and May glanced at each other. And May glanced at Winter’s abs and lace covered breast while the Schnee’s vision was blocked by a new top. Fiona couldn’t call her out on it because she was guilty of doing the same.

“… This is casual,” Both the stupid elites replied.

Fiona sighed, rubbing her temples. “Let’s just wear our uniforms. And a coat. A nice thick coat.”

As expected the pair didn’t actually have a coat thick enough to make up for Mantle’s weak heating grid. Only after five minutes of walking around Fiona stopped them by a small store. Fiona’s suspicious rose slightly, watching Winter give May a red scarf and hot drink to help with the cold. May grumbled but still accepted the small gesture and even pressed her shoulder into Winter.

When the Schnee finally looked away from her partner and at Fiona, the little lamb almost squeaked. “So? What now?”

“We should start with the Police Academy. There’s a chance General Ironwood would at least recognize their training,” Fiona said.

“Or we can split up and ask around,” May suggested. When Winter shivered a little May held out her drink for her. It was… so casual but Fiona couldn’t remember if it was a regular thing or not.

Fiona shook her head from the distraction. “No, absolutely not,” She said crossing her arms and looking up at the totally the pair. “You two will totally get swindled or pick pocketed.”

Winter’s lips frowned around the mouth of the hot drink. “I’m such a damsel in distress. Please protect me,” She drawled out in the most dead and flat tone Fiona has ever heard. May snorted and laugh while Fiona tried to pout but ended up giggling anyway. Winter tried to hid her own smile by taking another sip. The default scowl returned when Winter returned May’s drink to her, "I don’t need my swords for my Glyphs."

“They can’t charge me with assault if it’s not on the cameras!” May said. Fiona and Winter frowned at her. Somehow May’s cute face and innocent smile turned the statement incredibly dark. Possible because it was a well tested statement. The Marigold huffed at their reactions, “Besides it’s not like we need the lien.”

“… Very reassuring you two,” Fiona sighed. They could claim self-defense and get away with it but that favoritism will probably work against them in Mantle. Though dragging along an unwilling pair of elites could hurt their cause. “Let’s put it to a vote…” Fiona drawled out already knowing how it would go.

“For splitting up,” Winter said with a raised hand.

May actually hesitated, “… How pissed would you be if I changed my mind-”

“Marigold!” Winter scowled. May winced under the tone and few bystanders jumped and walked away from them.

“Too pissed to make it worth, got it.” May mumbled quickly raising her hand.

“Alright. We meet back at the transport hub within the hour and no leaving the sector got it?” Fiona asked. May smiled and gave a thumbs up. Winter laced her hands behind her back and nodded.

As they started walking in separate directions Fiona’s ears twitched. She could hear Winter whisper, “How do we know we’re leaving a sector?”

“… I didn’t even know there were sectors.”

Fiona tried not to groan and drag them along with her. The pair were adults. Huntress-in-training. They’ll be able to figure it out themselves. Even if Winter’s famous face and May’s carelessness made them targets…

No it was a bad idea. With a small noise of complaint Fiona turned around to see a crowd of dull greys, blues, and browns. The Schnee and Marigold was gone. Fiona just hoped their tendency to stick to each other continued in Mantle.

“Focus, Thyme!” Fiona mumbled slapping her cheeks. Now was the perfect chance to repay them for all they’ve done for her. Winter didn’t need to throw around stupid amounts of lien to get Fiona’s supplies. May didn’t need to rough up the ignorant students harassing her. She would will finally be able to help her team. Fiona’s ears perked up with renewed energy and she marched down the street to her first destination, “Police Academy.”

It was almost comforting to be in a place with so much rules and structure. The Police Academy was the former Huntress Academy before the Great War, so there were many similarities. The biggest difference was due to the lack of funding. They didn’t have hard-light lamps and banners decorating the walls but at least there were no visible signs of age.

Many students just passed by Fiona, apologizing because their finals were approaching and had no time. The few that did stop to talk to her held themselves very similar to Atlas Academy standards.

“For how much lien?” They’d ask again and again.

“… None,” Fiona was nearly speechless every time, “I’m from Mantle, I get how hard is it. But if you could help spread the word that would be much appreciated.” The police students wished her luck and took her number to share with friends. As the minutes ticked closer to an hour, Fiona’s ears started falling lower and lower.

But the last one… Maybe she should have dragged Winter and May with her.

"You expect strangers to risk their lives for over a publicity stunt gone wrong? For free?" The police student asked, towering over her with their arms crossed.

Fiona felt a snarl flinched onto her face before she could stop it. The student was only mildly surprised but did flinch at Fiona’s yell, “Publicity stunt?!”

"You have two of the biggest family rivals on a team with you. A Faunus," the student said. Fiona could feel her heart beating so hard in her chest it shook her body. “How about a cut of how much they’re paying to make them look good? Must be a lot of lien if your still in Atlas-”

Fiona turned. She kicked open the doors and stormed down the steps in a haze. Is… is that what everyone thought she was… Thought of Winter and May?!

“Aaggh!” Fiona nearly pulled out her hair as she walked out of the gates. Then she was looking at her reflection in the screen of her Scroll. She wanted to call them, tell them about the rumors in Mantle but… knowing May, the women would run down here and beat up the student.

They… They didn’t deserve that. Fiona dropped her face into her Scroll with a sigh. Fiona did think the same thing when she first met May. The rich girl who tried a little too hard to be nice to the point it was a little awkward.

Another rich snob wanting to look good.

Then May punched their expelled teammate in the face. The pair was very secretive so Fiona had to piece it together with cryptic clues and maybe someone forgot to lock the door to the bathroom. May was just happy to be herself. Fiona wasn’t worried about the Schnee pretending to be fake for bonus points. It took a few months to figure it out but the way she acted towards May and gradually Fiona herself… Winter wasn’t nice in the conventional way. Eventually the Faunus learned the Schnee just… didn’t know how to be warm. Even her smiles towards May was guarded.

Fiona felt tears pricking her eyes again. Her hopes were as burnt as the smoke the factories put out. Winter, May. Those… idiots! If only they didn’t come from rich cold families, if only everyone wasn’t a shallow, mindless follower… “Why can’t things be easy for once in my life!” Fiona kicked a small rock, trying to calm down. She watched it bounce around until it hit a dog’s nose. It yelped in surprise and the owner jumped a little too.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” She instinctively reached out for the dog but pulled her hand back to double check with the owner. She looked up… and up. A giant woman with green hair only smiled kindly down at her.

“It happens… well no. That’s a first but don’t worry about it,” She said with a laugh. “Lil’ Tank will probably forgive you with a few pets and kisses.” Fiona tried not to pout and huff. Little for her… If Fiona knelt down that would make the fully grown Akbash taller than her. So she only bent over and pet their head.

“I’m sorry Tank. I’m just having a bad day,” Fiona mumbled. The dog seemed to understand because they licked her hand in a possibly comforting gesture.

“Or month. I doubt things were easy after your leader’s outburst.”

Fiona’s eyes darted back up and up to a kind and awkward smile. Slowly Fiona could feel her face heat up, ears twitching as she remembered the recording she watched earlier. Winter was constantly stopped and recognized around Atlas but they always ignored Fiona.

She was really wishing she brought her elites right about now. The panic must have been pretty obvious on Fiona’s face because the giant women stepped back a little and seemed to shrink on herself.

“Sorry! It must be really weird…” The stranger mumbled, scratching the back of her head. Fiona nodded a little. How did Winter deal with it? “I’m uh, I’m Joanna Greenleaf,” the giant said with a hand out stretched.

“Fiona Thyme- But, you already knew that.” Fiona mumbled ears flinching down. Joanna’s smile calmed her nerves enough for Fiona to actually shake her hand.

“So, Ms. Thyme, what brings you back to Mantle?”

Fiona looked up, charred hope flicking back into embers. She carefully looked at Joanna. Tall, from the way her coat stretched across her shoulders and biceps she was rather built. If she’s from Mantle meaning she most likely knew how to defend herself and possibly knew how to use a firearm. She didn’t look like a civilian but Fiona didn’t exactly look like a huntress-in-training. Even in uniform.

And she nearly decked out a stranger for pre-judging people.

Fiona took a breath. The worst that could happen is that Joanna bad mouths her teammates, Fiona defends their honor, gets locked up for assaulting a civilian, and Winter pays bail.

“I’m looking for a substitute so me and my team can take Atlas’ combative final.”

Joanna looked a little surprise, eyes brows slowly raising. The thought rolled around in her head enough for them to miss the light to walk across the street.

“I… I think it’ll be better if you find someone much more confident than me.” Joanna said. When Fiona started deflating the women spoke quickly, “B-But I think I know a person who’s willing to do it! Robyn Hill, my roommate!”

Fiona’s ears perked up again, wiggling around happily as a smile grew on her face. Joanna laughed ruffling Tank’s head, “Would you like to meet her? I think her shift at the Gym ends soon.”

“Yes, please!” Fiona said with a small bounce. She followed Joanna across the street, small strides doubled to keep up with Joanna’s longer ones. She pulled out her Scroll and sent a quick group text to meet up at the address.

The pair of elites were usually prompt with replies. Family upbringing emphasized good impersonal communication. She was a little worried when it took nearly the entire walk for May to reply.

lionflower: give us a minute lionflower: or ten

Fiona frowned. Her steps slowed and so did Joanna’s.

happywool: ??? why??? lionflower: running. explain later happwool: okay… @angeldust you okay? angeldust: lmao

Winter did not use abbreviations. Fiona stopped and stared at her Scroll… If it wasn’t May it could only mean it was a stranger. If a stranger got a hold of Winter’s phone in Mantle that only meant she was pick pocketed.

“Ugh! I know I shouldn’t have let those rich idiots out of my sight!” Fiona scowled. Out of everything that could have been stolen, it has to be the Schnee’s Scroll. An apparently unlocked Schnee Scroll.

“Uh… is there a problem?” Joanna asked.

“My idiot teammates got pick pocketed and the angry one is texting the thief,” Fiona explained. She angled the phone up so Joanna could read it.

lionflower: WHERE ARE U?! angeldust: u and the white one ran past me like 5 times :p lionflower: when i get my HANDS ON U IMMA THROTTLE U angeldust: kinky <3 angeldust: i think ill use this username as a safeword

Joanna threw her head back and laughed. “Seems pretty friendly for a thief. Have you tried asking for it back?”

Fiona frowned and stared at Joanna for a real suggestion. When the giant and her dog raised a brow Fiona sighed and looked at her Scroll.

happywool: can you please return the Scroll angeldust: hhmmm. Tell the cute blue one to stop screaming and the white one to drop a few lien here

There was a picture with the message, taken from the rooftops and zoomed in to show May, red in the face and hunched over her Scroll. Winter was standing at her side, eyes scanning the crowd for the thief and posed to run after them. An arrow was drawn to an alley on the opposite side of the camera.

Lionflower: CHEATER Angeldust: :p Lionflower: Fine. We’ll be at your location soon Fiona. -Winter

Fiona tried not to laugh. It was rather obvious who it was from the grammar alone. The sheep Faunus nearly screamed when a heavy hand patted her shoulder. She looked up at Joanna who gave a thumbs up. Fiona… may have forgotten she was following her to meet a potential fourth member.

“See? Asking nicely works wonders,” Joanna said.

“I think my teammates were extorted,” Fiona mumbled following the giant women and her giant dog again.

Joanna shrugged, “The information on that Scroll is probably worth a lot more than pocket change.” Fiona nodded but couldn’t help the frown on her face.

A thief got hands on a Schnee’s Scroll and just… hand it over? It couldn’t be that easy. There had to be a trick but- Ugh. Fiona ruffled her curly hair. Focus on the current problem! Substitute teammate. May and Winter were adults who should have listened to her! They can deal with it- are dealing with it!

Joanna cleared her throat. Fiona blushed, remembering she was in the middle of a busy Mantle street and shoved her hands into her pocket.

“So… Which one is the angry one?” Joanna asked. “May or Winter?”

“To be honest… they’re both pretty hot headed,” Fiona admitted. She winced, “But at least Winter thinks first, usually,” She added the last part after remembering Winter’s speech. “You think that’d be a deal breaker with your friend?”

“Robyn is… I think they’ll get along.” Joanna winced at her own words, “Eventually? Robyn can’t be worse with what you’ve already dealt with.” Fiona frowned and glanced at her Scroll.

angeldust: Scroll received. No sign of target. Moving to next location.

Fiona already decided to deal with the racism if it meant May and Winter they still had a chance of passing their finals.

May and Winter would physically disagree.

The Gym was… a retrofitted speakeasy or just a very large basement. Paper targets were hanging along the back wall and donated chairs and tables were scattered closer to the counter and stage. Fiona ran up to her teammates loitering by the entrance.

May’s chest was heaving, face a little flush from her run. Winter was a little out of breath but double checking everything on her Scroll. From her rather calm and a little shocked expression, everything seemed to be untouched.

“So… does the princess still need protecting?” Fiona said with a rare smirk aimed up at Winter. May snorted, too tired to hide the laugh while Winter only stared down at her. A little too tired to play angry but still not sure how to laugh.

Joanna wandered to the bar, handing Tank’s leash to another person in exchange for a handful of lien. Then she exchanged a few words with the platinum blond barista with a gesture towards Fiona and her teammates.

Fiona quickly averted her eyes, hoping her staring wasn’t too obvious. She looked up at Winter and tilted her head, “Everything good?”

“To my knowledge, yes,” Winter said with a frown. “The thief only had a few minutes with my phone, not enough time to bypass the security checks for more sensitive information.”

“That’s good,” Fiona said. She bit her lip a little scared to ask the next question. “How much lien did you lose?”

Winter gave a rare and extremely small smile. “Me? None. My father’s company on the other hand…”

Fiona sighed. She really wish these rich girls were a little more careful. But hopefully the thief wouldn’t need to steal, at least for a little while.

“Fiona! Uh… Ms. Marigold. Schnee, ma’am…” Joanna mumbled. Fiona gave the large women a smile. It was awkwardly adorable how she tried to shrink herself. She didn’t seem to know how to act with the Atlas elites. Instead she stepped behind the barista.

Fiona stepped in front, trying to smooth things over for the gentle giant. May and Winter could be rather intimidating alone but it seemed to triple when the pair was together. “Everyone, meet Joanna Greenleaf and Robyn Hill?” Fiona asked.

“Correct, lambchop,” The barista with violet eyes and two moles smiled.

Fiona blinked at the nickname. It wasn’t said with malice but after all the harassment any animal puns stung a little. Fiona could deal with it, her teammates on the other hand… Fiona quickly looked at Winter and May. The overprotective idiots shifted, just half a step in front of Fiona with vicious scowls up at the women.

Joanna groaned, elbowing Robyn a little hard. Robyn only shrugged it off and tried to diffuse it with a smile, “What? It’s a compliment, she looks cute enough to eat.”

Now May took a full stepped forward. Fiona tried to grab her and had to push Winter away to do so. May stopped her advance but Fiona could feel the light shiver of rage.

“Was that supposed to be a pick up line?” May asked. Voice sharp and pointed like the rapiers Winter wields.

Robyn crossed her arms, that easy but arrogant smile finally dropping, “I’m gonna have to say no. My pickup lines usually work.”

“Robyn…” Joanna hissed under her breath, “You recognize them don’t you? The team that got their fourth member expelled after winning the tournament?”

“Of course I do!” Robyn waved off Joanna’s concern again. That easy and arrogant smile returned. It fanned Winter and May’s anger a little more. “What they don’t realize is they’re looking for their only option.”

“An entire city full of people and you’re the only option?” Winter said with a scoff. Somehow the Schnee manage to look down at the taller women, something about the power and confidence she had made her seem bigger. “I’d rather have someone smart enough to know the difference between confidence and foolishness.”

“How about someone humble enough to apologize and to admit their wrong?” Robyn quickly said.

“An apology doesn’t matter if we don’t give a shit about what you think,” May quickly stepped in again. The first line of define like always. Fiona sighed and shoved her way to the front, physically pushing back her elites. “Fiona! This bitch-”

“Ouch. Names, liontail.”

“You’re not helping!” Joanna and Fiona scolded. Robyn flinched a little but did relent and step back to deescalate the situation. Fiona pushed her teammates back a little more for good measure. “She’s right,” Fiona said.

“We only spent an hour asking around,” Winter argued. She then closed her eyes, trying to hide a sliver of shame and embarrassment. “Admittedly… some of those minutes were spent chasing a thief around…”

“And we’re gonna have to spend a few days to convince Ironwood to give a civilian a pass,” Fiona gently argued. “Ignorance and bad habits doesn’t make someone a bad person.”

At that the tension finally melted from Winter and May. The rich girls grumbled and fumed. “Only a fool would limit their options,” Winter pressed again.

“Alright, we’ll spend a few more hours looking around but we need to find someone so we can start training.” Fiona said. It took a few seconds for the hot heads to see reason but they eventually gave in and nodded. Fiona and her teammates walked up to Robyn and Joanna.

“We’re keeping our options open. We’ll give you two a call if we need to ask you a few questions,” Fiona said.

Joanna looked a little panicked. “But I said I’m not-”

Robyn clapped her hand on Joanna’s back, “Give yourself more credit, Jo! You’re just as skilled as I am.”

“Hopefully it’s enough,” May grumbled under her breath. “We just need you to pass. Other students will probably want to fill in the fourth spot once this entire thing blows over.”

“Ideally,” Winter agreed quietly.

A tense stare down passed between the three. For a Mantle Rat against two Atlas Elites, Robyn didn’t budge. She held her chin high and matched their arrogant glares.

“Do all Atlesians suck at making friends?” Robyn quipped.

Before May or Winter could respond Fiona started pushing them to the entrance. May grumbled and fumed, Winter simmered in silence. Under the loud the bustling city, Fiona barely heard Joanna scold her roommate.

“This is your best shot at getting into Atlas Academy! It’s literally handed to you on a platter Robyn.”

“I know but it’s never this easy!”

“We’re from Mantle. It’s never easy.”

Fiona frowned staring at the backs of Winter and May. She dealt with their arrogant ass for two years and ended up loving them. Having a Mantle version of the two might be nice… or it might drive her crazy.

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Chapter Four

Read Chapter Three Here

Okay, so you might have had to immediately climb back down to grab your tablet. No big deal, just a sensor that would have alerted whoever is at the helm of movement, and you need to make sure that it won’t be pinging out in distress that someone is banging around in the atmospheric control ducts. You’ve already pestered Elias about the wireless network service, and he gave you the information of one that is most certainly being monitored very, very carefully, and absolutely would not be shared with a machine that keeps everyone from suffocating. More than likely, the atmo ducts have an internal system, one that you might be able to tap into with a handy-dandy wire plugged into your trustee tablet.

It’s the oldest trick in the book to the point where most people don’t even think of it, to begin with, and instead have all these fancy smancy firewalls that keep all incoming signals from coming close enough to touch the cyberspace, but forget that someone could just plug themselves in and immediately have the same kind of access for far fewer tears. The driders, apparently, are no different than your usual hits and have almost no sort of internal security to defend from any internal attacks, almost like they never thought that would happen. You run a quick codebreaker app, and within moments, you’re in, a two-dimensional map of the floor blinking onto the screen as the information downloads.

A little red tracker signals which station your tablet plugs into, showing your apartment label as 123412.5, which isn’t anywhere near as helpful as you’d thought it would be. What you had hoped was that all the rooms would be designated nice and dandy with the names of people and what they are used for, but nope. Gods forbid for anything to be remotely easy for you! Biting your lip down, you try to make sense of the numbers, thinking that maybe it has to do with your… birthdate? No. Birthplace? No. Your name, somehow? No. But something a little strange is that no other rooms on the floor have digits in any way close to yours. 346578, 346690, and 346744 are the ones right next to your apartment, which you don’t have to be a genius to notice they those are widely different from than the one you were given. While you can note the positions of rooms, you’re sure there’s some method of figuring which room is for whom, and maybe even a code for the names.

Sometimes the only way to crack a code is to look at a cheat sheet. You find the control panel for the motion sensors and turn them off. Instead of going around and barging into random people’s apartments (most humans don’t take kindly to that, you expect the driders to be the same), you decide to start poking around some industrial closets to see what you can see. Before you can begin worming your way through the ducts, though, a loud knock sounds on the door, your soul almost jumping into a different plane of reality from shock. Careful not to bang your head on the edge of the opening as you close it the flap, before silently hopping down the bookshelf and get to an acceptable altitude for your voice to be.

“Yes?”

“Ma’am? You asked me to tell you if I saw your servant. She just returned.”

“Oh!” You’re already pushing the bookshelf back up against the wall. “Thank you so much for letting me know. I’ll be out in just a minute.”

“You’re welcome, ma’am.”

God, these stone floors are good for moving noiselessly. You don’t hear the drow maid as she retreats back to whatever chore she was doing, which means you probably couldn’t sense if she comes back. Good to know that you’re in a pretty vulnerable position, not that you didn’t know that already. Looking over the room one last time just to make sure everything seems reasonably normal, you unlock the door and leave, walking down the hallway and almost running into the Starward Matchmakers™ representative. After taking a generous step away to avoid getting mowed over, you let out a huffy breath.

“I was looking for you everywhere,” you bark, crossing your arms and glaring. “Where have you been? The prince showed up, I was floundering in the dark.”

“Oh, right,” she places a perfectly manicured hand on her forehead. “That’s what we’re here for, aren’t we. I almost forgot.”

It takes you a moment to process the fucking oddity of her words. She almost forgot? The Starward Matchmakers™ representative doesn’t forget, she remembers everything about everything. This isn’t good. “Where were you?”

“I- I don’t recall... oh, that’s right. I went out to speak with the prince’s assistant. Elias.”

This does not bode well. “Alright, let’s go back to your room. I’m going to take a look at your processing chip.” If you so much as breathed in ay which way to suggest that you wanted to peak at the Starward Matchmakers™ representative’s internal processors, she would typically take that as an invitation for a whack. But she doesn’t even raise her hand in a threat, only follows you to the wide-open door and inside without a word of protest.

Once the door is shut (the Starward Matchmakers™ representative is particular about her privacy), you gently tilt her head back, then fiddle around on the side of her neck until you find a control panel. Ugh, these newer models are so goddamn lifelike that most people can hardly tell the difference, but that means that someone unfamiliar with the mechanics is going to have a rougher time figuring out what goes where. After a moment of fiddling around, though, you find a corner of her artificial skin that presses down like a button, and out pops a chunk of metal and skin-like silicone. The exposed insides look like raw muscle, which was most certainly a conscious choice from the manufacturer. They want the androids convincingly humanesque down to the literal bloody details, almost as if they’re playing a game of gods.

It’s terribly stupid.

And incredibly inconvenient.

You reach between two of the twitching muscles with a finger, biting down on your tongue to keep from making any noises. After just a moment of digging through the twitching wetness, you find a button that you hope is a shutdown override, pressing it down until you feel it click. Instantly, the Starward Matchmakers™ representative’s eyes flicker as she falls back onto the bed, still as a board. Or a corpse. Calmly as a phantom, you stand over her, staring down at her blossom covered blouse as you try to build up the courage to rip open her chest. Only after taking in a generous breath do you bend over, fingers outstretched to work open the first button. Her eyes open just before you get the chance to even graze the fabric, and her voice, cool and devoid of emotion, speaks.

“Initiate full shutdown?”

You shout. Actually, it’s more of a quiet, rather undignified shriek, one that you would never openly admit to making. While you had expected to give some kind of voice command to open up her central circuitry unit, you didn’t realize she would do…. That. Look at you with those empty blue eyes, her light hair still in some kind of impossibly perfect style, her mouth moving but without her voice. And to think she kicked your ass a nigh forty-eight hours earlier.

“Initiate full shutdown?” Her prerecorded voice asks once more.

“No, no.” You find your footing, creeping back over to where you were. Maybe you don’t have to get all up in her business, after all. “Commence full system diagnostics.”

It takes a moment for the command to process.

“Commencing full system diagnostics. Estimated time of completion; 24.5 hours.”

Internally, you’re screaming. These fucking fancy pieces of machinery and their ‘high functioning’ abilities to perform like humans until one of them breaks a nail and it’s a week in the shop until everything’s better.

“Correction: estimated time of full systems diagnostics report will be completed in 26.77 hours.”

You’re going to grind your teeth to dust on this mission, you think, looking at the clock and trying to even your breathing. One day, just one day, and then everything is going to be fine. You’re fine. This is fine. Everything is fine, fine, fine, fine, fine.

When you leave her room, you’re careful to shut the door behind you, though you don’t lock it. You’d like to get back inside without revealing your advanced lockpicking skills, and you don’t really have it in you to request a second set of bedroom keys from the drow servant. Not yet, anyway. Without anything much else to do, you go back to your room, though not to try shimmying your way through the atmo ducts again. Instead, you throw yourself onto your bed with your tablet and do your absolute darndest to distract yourself from everything else until it’s time to eat. The prince doesn’t request your company for the rest of the day, so you try to keep your heart from bubbling over with anxiety and keep your eyes and brain focused on Funny Vine.26 Video Compilation 55, TRY NOT TO LAUGH OR SMILE.

Suddenly you’re awake, and it takes you a moment to realize that you must have fallen asleep at some point in the video. The tablet screen is off, you can’t see it in the blackness of the room, so you feel around for it until your fingers hit the hard glass-like material of a screen. Dim light fills the room as you press into the button on the side, the shadows long and looming. You sit up quick enough that a wave of dizziness washes over your skull, your heartbeat throbbing throughout your body and into your fingers. It’s already noon?

You slip out of your bed, biting your bottom lip, checking to make sure that your door is still locked out of a paranoid habit you developed while working freelance. The handle doesn’t budge. Even though the drow servant has a set of keys, you don’t think that she’s the type to break into someone’s room while they are sleeping. Letting out a slight huff of breath, you flip the lock, quietly opening the door to look before you leave just in case the prince is lurking out in the common area like yesterday. You don’t see him near the bookshelf, or over by the dining room, but that’s where your scope of vision unfortunately ends.

Taking a gamble, you step out, smoothing down the front of your shirt. The drow servant is working over by the cabinets, you think she’s cleaning something out, and she’s quick to approach once she catches sight of you. “Good morning, ma’am! Apologies for not waking you, but I suspected you wished to remain sleeping.”

You yawn, rubbing the edge of your eye. “You suspected correct, thank you. Has the prince… erm… dropped by, at all, looking for me?”

“His assistant called asking if you were available to accompany the keias on another walk in the gardens, but I informed him that you were asleep. You have been requested to contact the assistant at your leisure. I have food ready to warm up if you would like, ma’am.”

“Thanks,” you say, distractedly, “I would appreciate that. I’m... going to get dressed while you heat the food.”

“Excellent, I shall begin at once, ma’am.”

In a bit of a haze, you wander back to your room, debating on how to handle the day with the Starward Matchmakers™ representative down for the count in a vulnerable position. You aren’t absolutely certain, but the fact that the drow attendant, Elias, was the last person she remembers going to meet is highly suspect. No duh. This has got to be some kind of trap, or at the very least, a test. Until you get more information, it’s probably most beneficial to go on and act like nothing is happening. You get ready for the day, careful to select an outfit that would be considered more presentable to the public than the last.

You eat breakfast, something relatively familiar to your taste buds, and radio the drow attendant to let him know that you can meet the prince whenever he’s ready. The drow attendant politely informs you that he’ll get back to you on that. An hour passes. To say that you’re bored wouldn’t exactly be all the way correct, but you’re definitely going stir-crazy, half expecting that every time you turn your head, the prince would be crouched in any of the corners you currently aren’t looking at. So, instead of staying on the couch,staring blankly up at the ceiling, you grab your tablet and scoot on out of there.

While growing up as a miner might have aided in your abilities to handle tunnels and rocky structures, you never really had to deal with gravity in those situations. Really, the only thing you had to worry about were the buzzermites, little critters that didn’t need to breathe, but could a heavy number on any electrical equipment. Here, though. Let’s just say that the critters are more… predatory. Terrifying. So your little exploration expedition is weighed down by all the random excuses you have to come up with if someone gets a little accusatory.

What are you doing here, aw, nothing, totally not trying to figure out the algorithms of the room labels. Definitely not looking over the downloaded map right now and trying to figure out if that door is a closet or someone else’s apartment. Calmly, you count the number of rooms you’ve passed on the map, trying to correlate that to what you’ve seen, one, two, three, four, crash. Something spills out onto the floor, and you stumble backward in a few shaky steps. After just a moment, you manage to regain both your balance and focus your vision, finding that you nearly managed to mow over a drow servant and their cart.

“Oh fu- I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there!” You immediately help with the cleanup, bending over to gather what you can in your arms, noticing a surplus of decorative towels and sheets, all resembling each other in the same silver and violet pattern. A cart that had just made an untimely introduction the side of your thigh holds more of the same shattered-shaped, glittering embroidery, so you do your best to dump what you had gathered neatly onto the top of the pile.

“I should have known better than to try to haul twice the load in a single run,” they say, though their voice is somewhat strained. The drow servant doesn’t seem to notice you, or, at least, your species, just that your voice is apologetic and around the same height as most other of the serving class. It doesn’t help that they are desperately trying to balance the wave of pillows and towels that had tipped over on their head, their dusty gray arms wrapped around the fabric. You don’t think it would matter if their face were uncovered or not, since their attention seems to be solely on keeping the mountain from becoming unbalanced before they can gently set everything back on the already overflowing pile of the cart.

Already, though, some of the pillows fall over the edge once more. You hastily move to catch them before they fall, or at least to quickly pick them up off the floor if you happen to miss. “It apparently worked for a bit,” you gander, looking over their shoulder to see that one of the doors was open. A storage unit. You try to commit the odd symbol to memory, desperately trying to memorize the sharp angles and sliding curves of the script in the second it would take to not look too terribly suspicious. “Let me help you ease the cargo a bit, I think that if I carry a couple of things, it won’t be in any more danger of tipping over.”

“Oh, do you have the time?” The drow asks, clearly thrilled for the help, before they manage to get a glimpse of your face. Their jaw hangs open, only for a hot second, before their face pales in what you can only imagine is terrible panic.

“I mean,” you try to calm the situation down, “I don’t really have anything better to do, to be quite honest.” It didn’t seem like that had the effect you wanted it to, so you try, “you look like you’re in a terrible hurry, and I want to help, so I’m going to start walking, and you’re going to tell me which way I’m going.”

That seems to snap them out of their stupor. “Of- of course, if it pleases you, your grace. Straight up ahead, I will get the correct door to open.” All prim and proper, as though you hadn’t just caught them entirely out of sorts. Whatever training they must get must be ridiculously good for them to be able to snap back from that kind of panic, or maybe prior experience has taught them not to shed too many emotions.

Whatever the case, you walk, trailing to the side of the cart with the intention of catching anything else that decides to stray. And, to be fair to the drow servant, the room that the load is supposed to go to is reasonably far from the closet. The distance only helps to further cement the map into your brain, now that you’ve managed to physically see for yourself where two of the locations are. The servant holds out one of their wrists, their left one, you notice, and the keypad on the wall makes a satisfied beep in response. The door unlocks, and the drow servant turns the old-fashioned handle to let you in first, standing to the side.

You step into the room, mentally calculating how much you can snoop before it looks suspicious, and decide that you have to play it easy for now, especially with your only way out virtually down for the count, possibly infected with some sort of trojan virus. So you step away from the door, sticking to the wall, staring at the fairly similar, yet unique layout of the new and entirely different suite. The architecture is familiar enough that you can tell that it is, in fact, part of the same building and era, but changed just enough that you would know if you had accidentally wandered into it thinking it was yours. Interesting. You wonder if those designing the underground had a different spin on every suite, or if there are only two or three repeating designs. You suppose you’ll find out eventually.

“I’ll take those,�� the drow servant says, gathering the bunch of cloth out of your arms and wandering off to what you assume is the restroom.

“Someone looks like they’re redecorating,” you say in a simple observation. Everything else about the room is completely stripped away, the humanoid-made couches missing their cushions, all the cabinets in the kitchen area open and empty.

“Not redecorating,” the drow servant says, then seems mildly hesitant to add, “the ambassador has been... replaced.”

“Oh.” You have no idea who they’re talking about, but now you know that you’re on a floor with a bunch of important people. Which you had probably known, you think you had a very brief, very rushed lesson about the importance of who will most likely be sharing similar accommodations. Still, hearing it from of a native is different than the hazy guesses offered up to you by an overpaid military official who barely knows what was going on twenty light-years beyond the border. You suppose that if someone… not you, of course, but someone wishing to wreak havoc could inflict a lot of intergalactic political damage just by briefly messing with the air filters on this exact floor.

Then you realize the choice of words being used. “Replaced?”

The drow servant shakes their head. “It isn’t my place, your grace.”

“Of course,” you blink, taking a step towards the door, “I’ll get out of your hair, then. Sorry about running into your cart in the hallway.”

“Oh- please don’t apologize, your grace, it was my own fault for being so careless with myself!”

“No, you were just trying to do your job efficiently, and I got in your way.” You’re already in the hallway, but you pause, and try to consider how they might feel if your job- no, if your life was on the line because you accidentally ran over the queen of England with a serving tray. “I won’t tell anyone, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

There’s an abundance of relief on their face, but also a carefully hidden smidgen of suspicion, one you wouldn’t have been able to sniff out if you weren’t so well-versed in winning people over to believing whatever you promise. “I know what you’re thinking,” you say, holding up your hands in surrender, “you think that I want something in return, and you’re right.”

They bite. “What… what is it, your grace?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Y-your grace?”

“That, yeah.” You wave your hand. “It’s annoying. Just call me by my first name, ‘miss’ or ‘ma’am’ if you absolutely must. If the prince has some kind of weird fetish over being worshipped, you can do what you must in his presence, but when he’s not around, it’s fine to just be casual, m’kay?”

It takes a moment for them to fully process what you’re saying. “M-miss?”

“That’s it.” You grin, placing your hands on your hips. “You got it already. Maybe spread the word about this, too.”

They nod.

“Alright, it was nice getting to know you!” You offer a little wave, then get on out of there. Even though you managed to appear cool as a cucumber, your heart is hammering inside your ribcage. All it takes is this one servant to report your odd behavior, you’re sure, and it’s all over. You don’t know how exactly it would be over, but surely they’d figure out that you’re trying to do reconnaissance through the servants. It is one of the oldest tricks in the book. The human book, you guess, but still the book. Oh god, you might throw up. You need to eat something, maybe watch a flick to get your mind off the shakingly reckless shit that you’ve been up to.

No such luck though, because why would the universe see fit to ease your pain in the slightest? Why would you be so silly to think that? How could you hope for anything outside of the prince, standing in the middle of the common space like a goddamn apparition, waiting, apparently, for you.

“Oh, hey,” you say in what you imagine a perfectly normal nonchalant greeting should be like. “Your assistant didn’t tell me you were coming, so… um, I went for a walk.”

“You look unwell.”

Goddamnit, you probably look like you’ve wandered out of a nightmare. “I didn’t sleep great last night.”

“Was the bed not to your liking? Are the pillows too stiff or soft for your neck?” He immediately tenses, and you can feel a soft aura of bloodlust roll off him like a dewdrop from a flower.

You swallow thickly. “No, the bed is amazing. I just… couldn’t get to sleep. My mind wouldn’t settle.”

“Stress.” He says as though he had known from the moment you stepped through the door, and not as though he were, just moments before, ready to strangle whoever put together your room. “You’re stressed. This is stressing for you?”

The room tilts slightly, but you catch yourself before you so much as wobble. Yes, you’re stressed, you want to scream but don’t. There are too many variables, too many people for his anger to flow towards. You reach up and rub your temples, taking in a shaking breath, knowing that you’re on the precipice of a panic attack. Sitting would be deeply preferable, but you would have to shove your way past the prince, and you don’t think that the two of you are on that level of understanding quite yet. He might think- he might think-

You take another breath, deep, gaping, and balance yourself on the bookshelf. Don’t lie to me, the prince’s voice echoes in your head as you open your mouth to speak the single most used falsehood in the history of humankind. “I’m fine.”

“Perhaps you believe that,” the prince says, offering a steadying arm, which you hesitantly take, “but it appears that gravity sickness has begun to catch up with you.”

Lolth’s gravity is almost twice more than you are used to, Clementine had said once, drumming her short fingernails against a steel table, I give you one week at best before you really start feeling it all up inside those bones and muscles.

God, you hate it when she’s right. And you especially hate that barely three days have passed and you already want to lay down and go into a three-year coma.

“You need to expand your center of gravity,” the prince, at least, sounds like he knows what he speaks of, and he generously steps out of your way. You can take a few shaky steps forward and lay down on the couch, your brain swimming around in circles as your muscles twitch occasionally. Then, after a moment of silence, he reaches a hand down and gently pets your hair. “You mustn’t be so crass with your own health. I understand that ‘fine’ doesn’t at all mean its exact definition when humans use it in the same context,” he continues, the sharpness of his claws never once pressing hard enough to hurt, not even by accident, “however, I don’t wish for you to use it when it comes to your own safety.”

“Alright,” you agree quietly, your hands resting on your hammering chest. Then, in an even more subdued voice, you ask, “are…. you going to stay?”

His hands don’t stop their movements. “Do you wish me to leave?”

You have to think about it for a moment, because even though your immediate instinct is yes, please leave me alone, you bite your lip down and realize that you don’t want to deal with this all alone. You really don’t know what’s gotten into you, later you might convince yourself that you like the way his fingers move against your scalp and nothing else. Or, a deeper part of yourself that you rarely listen to whispers, you’re finally tired of dealing with this kind of shit solo. Whatever the case, you open your mouth, fully intending to send him away. But something else comes out instead.

“No, don’t go.”

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