#they’re having a spar in the third one…

[gesturesweirdly]

misc kkgi stuff !

[weathertheraine]

Pirate AU!! Thank you @stringofturtles for watching OFMD S1 with me and re-igniting my Pirate Emotions so I had the motivation to finish this. The first sketches have been sitting in my files for months so please forgive the fact that they look different skdfjh.

More fleshed out AU details under the cut !! :D

- The kids are a little older than canon - the third years in their early 20s - but the story still starts with the second and third years as an established crew who then pick up the first years and the coaches.

- Daichi as a Captain is of course very much like he is in canon. He works very hard to take care of his crew and takes on a huge responsibility for providing for them (as well as making sure they don’t die in idiotic ways). Suga is First Mate so it’s his job to make sure DAICHI is okay and not worrying himself to death. He also has a good handle on morale/the emotional state of the crew.

- Asahi is the first line of offence when dealing with other ships. He doesn’t like actually hurting people, but he’s good at breaking ranks and barrelling through defences to get hold of whatever Karasuno needs. He was ‘off the team’ and out of commission for a little while after he lost his hand (not seeing combat while he was in recovery, and needing to build up his courage again). Noya played a huge part in helping him back onto his feet, and has been kind of protective ever since.

- Noya’s job is to make sure the ship isn’t boarded, so he very rarely leaves it.

- Ennoshita and Kiyoko work together as navigators and managing the little money the crew has. Ennoshita is the only crew member in the beginning who can kind-of read (Kiyoko can only read a little), and they work a lot with maps and planning out journeys.

- Tanaka is great at intimidating opponents. His eyepatch is totally for show - he thinks it makes him look cooler and scarier. His parrot doesn’t often co-operate with him.

- Narita and Kinoshita take care of maintenance and supplies and making sure there isn’t gunpowder anywhere there shouldn’t be, as well as things like fraying rigging and rotting boards/canons secure and the like. Of course, things like that are everyone’s responsibility, but these two consider is theirs particularly. It’s thankless work but the boat would definitely have burned down by now if not for them.

- Enter the first years!

- Kageyama is a prodigy swordsman with a huge reputation as a lethal pirate, although most people who spread those rumours don’t realise he’s as young as he is. He was marooned by his previous crew for being a controlling Captain (who should never have been captain in the first place, having only his fighting talent as the real reason).

- Hinata recently ran away from home to “become a pirate” without much of an idea what that actually entailed, and ran into Kageyama without knowing his reputation. All he knew was that this guy was incredible fighter, and he demanded that he teach him to fight! He now won’t leave him alone.

- Tsukishima ran away as a very young child in an attempt to find Akiteru, whose sailing ship was attacked and lost at sea. He fell in with pirates along with Yamaguchi (who was picked up after surviving a shipwreck), and the pair ended up sticking together as they bounced from ship to ship, ready to run whenever it seemed like tensions were getting high. They (read: tsukki) are going to need to break this habit, if they’re going to be a real part of this new crew.

- Tsukishima and Yamaguchi can’t sleep if they’re not in the same hammock. Embarrassing. The reason Yamaguchi was so tiny as a little kid is that he didn’t get enough food. Tsukishima still tries to sneak him extra (and gets in trouble with Daichi).

- Tadashi ends up as a sharpshooter, one of the few kids who’s confident using a pistol

- Hinata and Kageyama spar together all the time. It’s GOING to end in a make-out the first time Hinata successfully beats him.

- Neither of them have noticed that Tanaka’s eyepatch switches sides.

- Yachi is picked up when the crew stop in a bar in her town. She’s a better-off girl, about to be talked into an politically advantageous marriage, and desperately wants to get out of her situation. “Running away with pirates” was admittedly pretty drastic, but anything sounds like a good idea when Hinata suggests it so sincerely!!

- Ukai is a washed up older pirate, without a crew. Takeda is a very unlucky literature teacher who just happened to be on a sea voyage. They both ended up taken as hostages by the same (meaner) pirate crew, who were then stolen by the Karasuno kids. Although, it’s kind of unclear at this point whether they’re actually prisoners… They’re being treated very nicely (especially Sensei) and are in danger of getting attached…

[deadhands69]

Nice Shirt (Todobaku x Reader)

MDNI

Shouto Todoroki x Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Content/Warnings/Etc: the start of todobaku x reader poly relationship, gn/afab reader, lots of making out, threesome, sex from behind, blowjob, unprotected sex, swearing.

Mina’s Place: Present

Tonight’s the night. Every hero in your friends’ agency is now ranked top 20 so they’re throwing a party which turned into an unofficial “ten year reunion.” Miraculously, everyone in your class will be in the same place tonight for the first time in years. It’ll be great to see them, especially a few you don't have a chance to talk to as often.

The building is beautiful. Even the elevator you just entered is absolutely glistening. The apartments are massive too - specifically, each of your friends who went in on starting the agency (basically a third of your class) each got their own floor to live on. This party happens to be on Mina’s floor since she's the best at hosting. 

“Hi, welcome in!” a very ecstatic Mina rushes to you, wrapping you in a pink hug. “I'm so glad you made it!”

“Thank you so much for the invitation, your place is beautiful!” you say gesturing at her bubblegum decor in every pattern imaginable. 

“Thanks, feel free to look around! I have to refill the punch, but let's catch up in a bit!” she exclaims before running off towards the kitchen. 

It really is great seeing your classmates. You notice everyone clustered into their usual groups. Kaminari and Jiro listen intently while Tsuyu recounts her latest mission. Koda is talking to Mina’s pomeranian, much to the amusement of Hagakure and Ochoco. Everyone's here! 

You'd really like to talk to Todoroki or Bakugo, admittedly you had huge crushes on both of them but haven't talked to either in ages. When you first walked in, you saw Shouto walking towards the hallway in an All Might shirt. Unexpected fashion choice for him, but nice shirt you think. 

Shouto’s House: Last Sunday 

Katsuki began to stir, careful not to wake the muscular body by his side. The sunlight had just begun peeking through the blinds of Shouto’s bedroom. 

How did they get here? Sure, it would be easy for them to both blame the bottomless champagne at the Hero Gala the night before, but it's a flimsy excuse since neither of them drink. No, they were drunk on nostalgia alone. 

Throughout high school, their relationship was - tumultuous. With a rocky start they had a lot to overcome. Even so, things weren't exactly easy. Competing over everything. Arguing about stupid things that don't matter (well, mostly Katsuki while Shouto infuriated him by being indifferent.) They even had the same crush, y/n, making them feel like they had to one up each other even more. But under it all, there was something else. Some unspoken tension lingering alongside every action. Shouto noticed this feeling whenever Katsuki would tackle him while they sparred, but wrote it off as nerves since he doesn't engage in close combat often. Bakugo, on the other hand, felt it more when they were both bathing. It confused him and in turn, just made him want to tease Todoroki even more to hide it. 

All until the hero gala. 

That night, the decade-long dick measuring contest came to a close with them realizing maybe they just wanted to touch dicks instead. 

Somehow, the two found themselves seated next to each other without dates. Why not catch up a bit? In recounting old stories, that familiar tension came back in full force. All it took was one accidental hand brush while they both reached for their water glasses to bring it all out in the open. 

The spark was immediate. Both staring at each other, making heavy eye contact, daring the other to break it. 

But no one did. 

They ended up back at Shouto’s place (it was closer), passionately making out through the night. 

Katsuki isn't really sure how to handle this. Having difficult conversations was never his strong point, especially with someone who has historically been hard for him to talk to. Well, maybe he just discovered part of the reason for that. 

Before sticking around for too long, he quietly gets out of bed to retrieve his clothes. Picking up the pieces here and there, tiny scorch marks on half of them. What an intense night. 

He considers his options. Should he leave a note or just quietly slip out? Some form of communication might be good, they'll have to see each other again at events and he doesn't want it to be weird. 

He feels a rush at the thought of seeing Shouto again. Getting to spend time with him. Fuck, even getting to be in the same room. Wait. Does he…like him? Sure feels like it. And logically, he could do a lot worse than the kid who was always his competition. At least he's competent. This is all so new though, it would be a lot to process. 

On top of that, he was having a mild identity crisis. Katsuki never considered himself to be attracted to men, not that he had any issues with being bi, he'd just never thought about it in relation to himself. The night before was amazing. It's not worth overthinking, he decides. If being with Shouto makes him happy, maybe he should chase that feeling and see where it goes. Everyone’s gay for someone, right?

Besides, it's time to move on in life. The two of them had discussed their crushes on you the prior night and realized they hadn't talked to you in years. It just never went anywhere.

Shouto sits up in bed, rubbing the red and white hair from his face. 

“Running off?” he asks, slightly teasingly. 

“I-” Katsuki bites his tongue. “Uh, have to get going. Late to work and stuff.”

“You should borrow some of my clothes,” he mumbles, laying back down, “that way you don't have to walk into your agency like that.”

Bakugo nods. 

“And let me know if you want to grab food sometime soon, I'd like to take you out.”

His blonde head nods again, his face flushing an even darker shade of red. 

Shouto has known he's pansexual since the day he realized he's attracted to people at all. Human interaction has always been confusing and overwhelming for him, he's used to it. He had no need to process this any more than usual. The situation was understandable. Deep down, he probably knew he had a crush on Katsuki for a while. His explosive friend is objectively hot, smart, and after growing up with Endeavor, he found him to be much easier to interact with than people typically do. Admittedly, being on the receiving end of the angry number two hero’s affection did a lot to quell his daddy issues but he chooses to ignore that and let his therapist figure that one out later.

Watching Bakugo go into the world in his clothes made Shouto feel warm inside. Hopeful it’s not a one time occurrence, he fought the urge to text him that day - not wanting to seem desperate. He'd give Katsuki exactly three days from when he left that morning before reaching out if he doesn't hear from him. It was a rule Momo set for him when he asked her for dating advice years ago and he's kept it ever since. He made a mental note to text her about this when he wakes up again. 

Pro-hero Dynamite made it through work the next few days but couldn't stop thinking about him. Shouto’s voice. His eyes. His hair. His hands. Wrapped around his - 

Fuck. 

On the evening of the second night, he went home and called him. 

The following morning, they met up at a teahouse and talked for hours. The conversation flowing easily into the afternoon. By the end of the date, they decided to keep hanging out and see where things go (that day, things went immediately back to Katsuki’s apartment.)

Mina’s Place: Present

After talking to Shinsou and Tokoyami for a while about a show you're both binging, you excuse yourself to run to the restroom. It wasn't urgent by any means but you figured it might take a while to find it with how many doors you saw in the hallway. 

It shouldn't come as a surprise with the amount of work they put into this celebration that the door is labeled. “bathrom” reads a ripped piece of paper in Kaminari’s handwriting with a chunk of what you recognize as Sero’s tape holding it up. 

The door is slightly ajar so you enter, finding - 

Holy fuck. 

The two hottest guys you’ve ever seen in your life are making out against the sink. Bakugo has a fist-full of the All Might shirt Todoroki is wearing as he presses him into the mirror feverishly. They jump away from each other at the interruption. Both of their jaws drop. Shouto’s eyes widen and he stares at you, frozen and unsure what to do. Katsuki on the other hand, is looking at anything but you. In their now separated stances, you notice he’s wearing an Endeavor shirt with “sucks” written under the name in permanent marker. It all clicks, this is definitely not the first time this has happened.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumble, wanting to look away but they’re too fucking hot. “I uhm, the door was cracked. Sorry.” 

Bakugo shoots a glare at Todoroki at this information before barking, “well don’t just fucking stand there, get in before someone walks by and more people see.” 

Without thinking, you do as you’re told. 

“How long has this been going on?” you ask, pointing between their shirts. 

“Not long,” Todoroki answers nonchalantly, sliding off the counter to face you.

“It’s…new,” adds Bakugo, “so don’t go telling everyone.”

“I won’t tell anyone. Don’t worry,” you try to sound as reassuring as possible. 

Well, you did find the two people you wanted to see. Some part of you thinks you should feel disappointed, they’re both taken. Somehow, those feelings never come. And after seeing that? You’ll happily spend the rest of your life unable to unsee the two of them pulling at each other’s clothes. Sadly, the show’s over for you. They probably want their space now. 

“Uhm, I really am sorry for walking in. I should go,” you mutter.

As you turn to leave, a hand grabs your arm. “Or you could stay,” Shouto’s mismatched eyes stare into yours. You glance at the man next to him, whose face is tentatively awaiting your reaction. 

Is this really happening? You would have been happy to have a chance with either of them, but both? It’s like a dream come true. Little do you know, they'd also been waiting for this for a long time. 

Reaching outside, you yank the makeshift bathroom sign from the door before clicking it closed loudly. Both of their eyes light up. This time, you make sure it’s locked. 

“Cool,” Katsuki says as casually as he can muster, “you're in middle then.”

Holy shit fuck this is actually happening. 

Heart pounding, you step towards the two men. Stopping in front of them as you're not sure who to face and don't want to come off as rude when they've been so polite to allow you to join them. One hand on each of their arms, you're surprised at how different they feel. 

Katsuki’s skin is dewy with sweat in a way that allows your fingers to glide smoothly over the surface. Bicep tensing under your touch but a small smile breaks on his rosy face letting you know it's okay. 

Shouto feels much cooler (but it may just be the side you reached for.) His long slender muscles flex as he reaches the arm to you, pulling you in for a heavy kiss. His wet lips pressing hard into yours, parting them for your tongues to meet. You fall into it quickly, having dreamed of this for years. Before you know it, you’re spun around and he’s pushing you face first into Bakugo’s neck. 

With his explosive personality, you’d never considered Katsuki ‘cautious’ but with the subtle way he kisses you, he’s close to it. His hands gently moving over your neck, lightly dancing over the space under your jaw as he slowly brushes his lips over yours. One of Shouto’s hands reaches around you, roughly gripping his hair. The kiss deepens in response as your mouth muffles his gasps. You feel Todoroki’s other hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you back into him while he kisses the back of your neck. Your hands join Shouto’s in Katsuki’s hair. Everything feels perfect.

Eventually, most of your clothes found their way onto the bathroom floor leaving the three of you nearly naked. Bakugo pulls your legs around his hips, grinding you into him as he hardens in his underwear. Shouto feels the same against you, his hands gripping his boyfriend’s back rubbing himself hard into your ass while pulling you both closer. Dropping your head onto Bakugo’s shoulder, your lips latch onto the thin skin near his neck. Over your shoulder, the two of them resume making out - you notice Katsuki is a lot rougher with Shouto than he is with you but the passion is the same. Out of the corner of your eye, his teeth connect hard with his boyfriend’s lips. Shouto’s moans fill your ears as he suddenly juts harder into you - the sudden friction making you bite Katsuki’s neck as you try to hold it together. The three of you are left gasping while you try in vain to quiet each other. 

Shouto is the first to pull away, removing his own underwear before starting on yours. 

“This okay?” he looks between the two of you. Both of you nodding in response. 

“Yeah,” you smile before giving him a quick kiss. 

Admittedly, none of you have ever done anything quite like this so you aren’t really sure where to start. Shouto takes the lead this time, following what feels right. 

He sits on the counter, moving you to face him. Kissing you deeply, as his hands grip your hair. Katsuki stands to the side of you, his hands running over your body before settling between your legs.

“Awwe, they’re already wet for us,” he massages your clit with one finger before sliding another into you, “so fucking wet.”

 When your wimpers become too much to keep up with the kiss, Shouto moves your head to his chest. Holding you close with one hand while stroking himself with the other. 

“You look so pretty like that,” he croons down at you.

An additional finger stretches you further. You feel yourself clenching around Bakugo’s hand while gripping Todoroki’s back. Shaking, your knees give out from under you. Shouto doesn’t mind you lying on him at all as he continues whispering sweet words of encouragement in your ear while you cum around his boyfriend’s fingers. Any attempts at being quiet, momentarily forgotten.

“Good job, I think they’re ready for you,” he smiles over your shoulder.

“Think so,” you hear the amusement in Katsuki’s voice. One of his hands bracing your hip while he uses the other to line himself up. 

“Look at me,” Shouto’s fingers tip your face up towards his. Still feeling fucked out and breathing hard, you work to keep your eyes focused on his while Katsuki’s dick stretches you open. Your breath catches in your throat and your grip on the man under you tightens.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs down at you, “you’re taking him so well.” 

You gasp as Bakugo begins moving behind you, slowly pulling back before snapping his hips into you. For a moment, it’s surreal - you never could have imagined you’d end up here.

“You like that, huh? You like his beautiful dick in you?”

“Mmmhmmn,” you manage to push back far enough to kiss your way down his torso. Making your way to where his hand is squeezing over himself.

It’s beautiful. They both are, you think, taking Shouto’s word for it. Still keeping eye contact, you replace his hands with yours - moving your mouth over him while Katsuki fucks harder into you.

“God, that’s so fucking hot,” you hear from behind you, Bakugo slamming his hips into your ass to make your head bob further down Shouto’s length. With them on each side of you, you know you won’t last long. 

The sensations are overwhelming. The rough feeling of slamming in the back of your throat and on your cervix juxtaposed with the softness of hands in your hair and running along your back. You feel their hands meet in the middle, clasping each other while they both pound into you.

It’s becoming harder to concentrate as the throbbing between your legs makes its way through your entire body. That’s okay though, they’re both so close too.

Shouto’s hand grips harder on your scalp, his hips jut forward subconsciously as he explodes into the back of your throat. Katsuki follows, bottoming out while twitching inside you. You feel both of your fluids mixing together, dripping down the inside of your legs. With all of this, you find yourself crumbling between them again.

After a minute of stillness, they help you to your feet. Bakugo wets some towels to wash up while Todoroki helps you sort through the clothes on the floor. Once you’re all sufficiently clean and dressed, the three of you pause to take in the moment. Each of you feeling like the luckiest person in the room. 

“Hey,” Shouto exchanges a knowing glance with Katsuki who nods before they both turn to you, “would you like to get breakfast with us tomorrow?”

sorry for the overuse of names - i get so lost reading fics that are like ‘the taller one’, ‘ the light haired one,’ etc so i wasn’t sure how else to write this and make it clear!

m.list

[yuwuta]

PLS PLS PLSSSSS keep talking about kids with olympic athletes! gojo and nanami pls pls pls i have to Know. everything u wrote about yuuta was already so so cute

(prev olympics au here)

the gojo twins are hilarious because your baby boy looks exactly like satoru, but has very little of his personality—it seems like the only things he inherited was satoru’s love for sweets and love for you. still, even though he’s a strong swimmer, he much prefers to relax in his floaties alongside you if you’re also in the pool, or chill by your side on a lounge chair, glasses too big for his face keeping the sun out of his eyes as he shares his smoothie with you, and asks to borrow your phone to take pictures of his sister and daddy in the pool. 

your baby girl on the other hand… she might have your face but she’s got satoru’s everything else—his competitive streak, his confidence, and definitely his mischievous nature. she’s the one who tiptoes into your bedroom at five in the morning, tapping at her daddy’s shoulders, and putting her little finger over his lip to shush him before he can wake you up; she’s always the one to convince satoru to take her swimming the backyard at the crack of dawn, and why by the time you and your baby boy wake up, she and satoru are already past warm up laps and swimming lessons and onto who can make the splashiest canonball competitions (she always wins because while her tiny body can endure a belly flop, satoru’s years of training physically doesn’t allow him to do it… and maybe because he���s not so competitive when it comes to his baby girl, he’ll always let her win). 

kento’s professional judo career honestly doesn’t last very long. after his first olympic games, you two start dating and he proposes just after he wins gold the second time he’s in the olympics; he does maybe two more years of national competitions while you’re pregnant, and decides that the intense training for the next two years in preparation of a third olympic competition isn’t worth missing time he could spend with you or your baby girl—plus, with all the money he’s made from competitions, winning gold medals, brand ambassadorships, commercials, and collaborations, he had enough money to provide for all of your for the rest of your lives. so, that’s what he does (his dream has always been to be a househusband, anyway...) his previous salaryman career comes in handy when deciding how to invest his money, how to buy a house, how to take care of his friends, how to set up a fund for your daughter, and an extra account or two… just incase more babies come along… 

by the time your baby girl is four, she’s already kento’s biggest fan. she loudly and proudly proclaims to everybody that her daddy was basically superman and won all the shiny trophies and medals in the house from when he was being a superhero. if anyone recognizes kento when they’re out together, she always confirms their suspicions, proudly boasting, “yeah kento is my daddy! he’s a winner!” it always makes kento’s heart swell to hear her praise. he doesn’t compete professionally anymore, but he does train from time to time, and has taken on a few mentees, and your daughter LOVES to watch him coach/train. she’s got her own uniform that she always puts on whenever they go to the gym together, and gets so excited when kento or ino or yuuji pretend to spar with her. 

she’s honestly kento’s mini figure. she’s respectful and reserved, but strong and knows when to fight and how to use her voice. there’s a time when he gets a call from her school saying that she got in a fight, the principal frames it as your daughter needlessly pushing around an older kid, but your daughter is certain in her words when she tells her dad that it was because the kid was being mean to the younger kids, and to her. kento doesn’t say a word to the teachers—doesn’t even fight them sending her home early for the day, because he’s happy to scoop her up and take her out for ice cream and tell her that he’s proud of her.

[java-lava]

Hi!if ya do headcanons could you maybe do platonic Headcanons for Percy Jackson x Fem reader who’s a daughter of hades?And he’s readers only friend also she’s very passionate about books and sparring!!

Platonic! Percy Jackson x Daughter of Hades! Reader Headcannons

(A/n; Hi! Thank you so much for the request! I’ve never really done headcannons, so I’m sorry if this isn’t that great…. Hope you like it!)

First of all, you met Percy when you were skating outside the library near his home. You were on your way to the library to check out some new books (for the third time that week) when you crashed directly into someone.

Percy was stunned as he was waiting for Annabeth to finish checking out her books when some girl that looked like she just robbed a hot topic store crashed her skateboard right into him (seriously? Can’t he catch a break?)

After you apologized profusely, you two began to talk. Percy thought you were pretty cool, and he told you that you reminded him of this short Italian kid he knew.

You soon said your goodbyes and you went inside, never to see each other again… or so you thought

When summer came you were brought to chb, and you felt so out of place, ESPECIALLY when you were claimed by Hades himself.

You were shocked to see Percy at camp. He immediately recognized you and you two started to catch up.

During your time at camp, you didn’t really make many friends, so Percy would talk to you and you both quickly became good friends.

Being at camp made you realize quite a few things. 1. The Athena kids are pretty cool (aka they let you set near them to read and since no one bothered them, no one bothered you.) 2. You LOVED sparing, and you were GREAT at it too! 3. The Stoll brothers looked hilarious when they got pushed into the lake (a view you got to see curtesy of one of the Aphrodite kids, something about putting slime in their leave-in conditioner)

Percy would sometimes spar with you, although you were loath to admit that you couldn’t win against him, although he was quick to offer tips to help you improve.

Percy might not have been much of a reader himself, but he is always happy to lend you an ear for you to rant about the book you’re reading.

All in all, Percy is a great friend and while he might not always be into what you are, he’s always ready to listen and show interest for your sake.

(I’m REALLY sorry, this is my first time doing headcannons so they’re not that good…. I hope this is at least what you were looking for!)

[danikamariewrites]

The Perfect Day (smut)

Xaden Riorson x f!Reader

A/n: no thoughts just Xaden 🥰 also this is a Dain Aetos account he is truly the worst and I wish that man nothing but awful things. Also I’m so sorry if this is awkward I’m new to smut

My requests r still open!

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink (18+ only please minors dni), light choking

You noticed that Xaden seemed happy today. And he was. Because he was having a really good day. Like the perfect day. Which was rare to have at Basgiath. Between all the constant death and intense training it was hard to find someone in the school that was happy.

You started picking up on his good mood when you met him before breakfast. He was clingier than usual, but you weren’t complaining. Usually between training and classes you didn’t get to see each other much during the day. Today though, you got to see him 3 times.

During your third meeting he told you he had good news, his version of it anyway but who were you to kill his good mood. “I reworked the training schedule with leadership this morning and I made it so Garrick and I were training your squad after dinner.” He was so excited it was adorable. Who got excited about training?

The rest of the day went by without any issues. It was actually a pretty good day for you too. After dinner you headed to the training room. You were sparring with Liam and having far too much fun. You blamed Xaden, his good mood was infectious.

Dain, however, was not one for joking around when it came to sparring. He always had a stick up his ass and was far too serious. It wasn’t a secret that Xaden and Dain didn’t get along. They’re two different people who will never see eye to eye.

Liam was circling you on the mat. He charged at you, you dropped and rolled out his way. Laughing, you dive for Liam’s legs, knocking him flat in his back. You looked at each other and broke out into a fit of laughter. You hear heavy boots approaching you, as the pair of you look up you’re greeted with Dain scowling at you.

“If you two don’t start taking this shit seriously-“ “Or what Aetos?” Xaden’s voice echoed across the room. In a few strides he was standing toe to toe with Dain. You and Liam stood giving the two brooding men space in case they got violent with each other. Liam tried to push you behind him, but you brushed him off. Xaden would never hurt you.

Xaden towered over Dain, smirking he continued, “What Aetos? They can’t let loose once in a while? They’re the best we have, they’re well prepared.” Dain scoffs at him, “As Wingleader you should be making sure they’re fighting the best they can.”

Xaden was now wearing a taunting grin, “No Aetos, as squad leader you should be making sure your squad members are the best they can be. Do I need to report to leadership that you’re not performing your duties as squad leader?”

At that, Dain backed off. Before he could fully step away, Xaden grabbed his arm giving him a death glare. “If you ever take that tone with her again, I promise you, you won’t make it to third year.” Dain’s throat bobbed as he nodded, ripping his arm out of Xaden’s grasp.

Everyone was staring, holding their breath and waiting for a fight that wouldn’t come. Xaden looked around. You were staring at him, eyes gleaming. You loved how he stood up for you, how intimidating he was, especially when the recipient of that intimidation was Dain. You bit your lip and he winked at you.

“I think that’s enough for tonight.” Xaden announced. The squad began to leave and Xaden made his way over to you.

He brushed a loose piece of hair behind your ear, leaving a sensual touch down your neck. A shiver crept down your back. “Hi sweetheart.” Your face broke out into a smile, “Hi baby.” He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you flush against his front. His other hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck, rubbing the tension that’s there. Excitement rushes through you, heating your cheeks and ears. “What’s got you hot and bothered?” “I think you know,” you purred.

Xaden lets out a breathy laugh, “Yeah but I want you to tell me.” You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t kill his good mood. So you give him the ego boost, “Your good mood is kinda turning me on. And seeing you put Aetos in his place was really hot.”

“Yeah?” He leans in, nuzzling your nose, “Yeah.” You breathe out.

…

Xaden kicks his door open, you're in his arms heavily making out. As soon as he shuts the door you wriggle out of his arms, pushing him by the chest to sit on the bed. “What are you up to sweetheart?” The words come out breathy as you palm him through his pants. “Saying thank you.” You give him a mischievous look, dropping to your knees. He spreads his legs to make room for you.

You run your fingers lightly up and down his muscular thighs. Leaning down you place kisses up his clothed legs to his prominent bulge. Xaden moans, throwing his head back. You reach up to undo the ties of his leather pants. Xaden lifts his hips so you can pull his pants and underwear down his legs. He kicks off his boots, you tug his pants off throwing them behind you.

You take his length in your hand. As you pump your hand up and down him you feel yourself getting wet at the thought of him stretching you out. You run your thumb over the head of his cock, spreading his precum around. Xaden’s breathing is shallow, “Fuck, please y/n.” You look up at him, “please what baby?” You say teasingly.

“Please, I need your mouth.” At that you start placing kitten licks on the head of his cock. Moving to lick from the base back up to the head. Xaden growls, gathering your hair he wraps it around his fist.

Before he can yank your head closer to him, you take him in your mouth, sucking and moving your tongue best you can. Xaden lets out a loud moan, you loved it when he was vocal in bed. Bobbing your head you felt his cock twitch in your mouth signaling that he was close. “Ah, so good for me sweetheart. Fuck - you always do such a good job for me.” You moan around his cock as he comes down your throat.

You let go of him with a pop. He pulls you up by your hair grasping your jaw in his other hand. “Let me see.” He growls. Smiling you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show him his release. “Fuck sweetheart, you look so perfect like this. Be a good girl and swallow.” You swallow, wiping at your lips.

Standing up, you begin to strip. Throwing your clothes to join Xaden’s on the wooden floor. You climb on to his lap, kissing him and lightly pushing him to lay back. Xaden moves up to lay on the pillows, pulling you with him. He flips you over so you're on your back, never breaking the kiss.

You wrap your legs around Xaden’s waist, pulling him closer to you. “I need you,” you pant, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, clawing at his muscular back. He lets out a sound somewhere between a grunt and a whine as he teases your entrance with his cock. “Shit,” he moans, sliding into your dripping cunt, “fuck you feel so perfect, every fucking time.”

He sets a brutal pace causing your back to arch off the bed into his toned chest. The feeling of him is euphoric. He slid his cock all the way in, letting you feel all of him as he pushed his hips into yours. “Yes daddy,” you gasp out, “I need more please!”

Xaden rests his hand around your throat, his feral gaze locking with yours. “Say that again baby.” You smirk, “I need more daddy, please!” He fucks into you with abandon, the headboard smashing into the wall repeatedly. You feel yourself getting closer to your high, panting as you meet Xaden’s brutal thrusts. “Such a good girl baby, saying please for daddy.” He pants out, “you like being daddy’s good girl, don’t you.” Gods, you loved this new side of him.

Between his cock and his hand resting on your throat squeezing ever so slightly, you were in paradise. Your cunt tightens around him and you feel that coil tighten in your stomach. “Fuck, daddy, I’m going to come.” You scream. “I know princess, I can feel you, fuck. I’m almost there too. You gonna come with daddy.”

You both reach your high, Xaden’s hips slow down as you both come down. You close your eyes as Xaden slips out of you, rolling over onto his back. He caresses your cheek pulling you onto his chest, kissing the top of your head. “Wow…that was fucking amazing.” Xaden lets out a tired laugh. “That was more than amazing sweetheart, that was…there are no words for that.”

You nuzzle into his neck, humming. Your eyelids become heavy as Xaden traces soothing patterns in your back. “Sleep, sweetheart.” He whispers, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

tags: @msiecrane @auggiesolovey (I’m so sorry I haven’t tagged you in the last few fics it completely slipped my mind lol)

[rhinexstone]

The sober, non religious third space DOES exist. They’re just called social hobbies

A list of semi-cheap ways to go out that isn’t just going to a bar/church:

DnD, most libraries have games going, also check comic shops, but asking around to those who look like they would play also gets results (trust me, they either know a game or play themselves)

Social dances. Yes, they still exist. Tango, swing, contra dancing, line dancing, etc. don’t know how to dance? Chances are the dance style literally calls out steps, practices are cheap (as to keep the social dance alive), or they’ll have a lesson before the dance begins. You can honestly just Google this, but might take place at bars

Battle groups. Medieval sparring, light saber fights, etc. this one’s tricky, as they’ll need to provide the gear for you or else you shell it out, and might be a bit hard to find if they’re not that active on socials, but damn is it interesting

Craft circles. Easiest ones to find are hosted by libraries or craft stores, a wide variety of crafts too

Local theatre. Very bold, but most local theatres respect the fact that most people work 9-5 and act when they can. Go for it!

Gaming tournaments, ESPECIALLY pinball! May be at bars, but something you can Google to find as well (and possibly at comic shops)

Concerts. Yes, maybe they’re at bars, but chances are there’s small local venues and basement shows full of local and traveling artists. FYI: at these kinds of shows, it’s common practice to tip performers between sets since gigs are cheap

Watching weird/foreign sports. Most medium to large towns have a healthy cricket fan population. Other sports to look for include: hurling, roller derby, lumberjack events, air guitar, and curling. Once again, might be at a bar/pub

Book/poetry/writing clubs. Tried and true, find them in book stores or local libraries

Zine publications, chances are there’s some punk trying to make a zine in ur town, and if not there then in the next town over

[sillystappen]

A story of a prince who failed to become king being used for Daniel rn on tiktok is feeding my brainworms so… MAXIEL STORY PITCH

In this kingdom every region has a prince. Of course a prince is not royalty, rather a candidate trained to be. Then those princes have to prove they are worthy of becoming king through trials. These trials have 5 stages, starting with intelligence, then resourcefulness, then empathy, then physical, then a final test between the top 3 of which is always different every year. The only time there are two candidates from the same region are a King and another prince.

The winner of the trials is pronounced king and ruler until the trials recommence the following year. The current King, Seb, has been ruling for 4 years and Daniel is his protege. They come from the same region after all. In his first three years Daniel doesn’t progress very far in the trials, usually being outranked by more popular or more experienced candidates.

Then Seb announces he won’t be competing in the trials and steps down - making Daniel the sole representative. That year, he does a lot better than he thought, only getting knocked out pretty early on in stage 4. The new king is now Lewis and the extra prince is some guy called Nico. This repeats for the next year until the following one Nico and Lewis make the final two together and Daniel joins them as the third. He doesn’t know how the fuck he managed it but he’s thrilled and to see people in the stands wearing his colours of Navy just means the world.

He also sees his trainer and mentor Christian talking with a blonde haired boy behind the armoury but decides to think nothing of it.

Daniel ends up out of the final stage pretty quickly and watches and Lewis and Nico practically tear each other apart. Nico wins but only stays king for a year, realising this is not what he wanted at all.

During that year, Daniel finds out the blonde boy is Max and that they’re going to start training him so he can be the next prince when Daniel does become King. Max is a bit cold and twatish at first but slowly opens up to him and accepts Daniel’s help. They strike up a good friendship and work well together.

Then Lewis regains his crown and passes a rule that 2 princes from each region shall be able to participate. Which means Max can compete alongside him. Daniel is excited.

Daniel once again gets 3rd and Max skyrockets to 4th, missing out by only a fraction. It sucks but Daniel is so proud of him, emotions swirling in his chest.

They stick together a lot during interviews and training, even just hanging out together during breaks and it’s nice. Max is just so lovely and beautiful and Daniel wishes one of them was a woman so he could just kiss Max no problem. But alas.

Max however, doesn’t have those same reservations and kisses him where he has Daniel pinned down in a field after a sparring session. And gosh it feels amazing and perfect.

“We can’t tell anyone - we’d be banned, stripped of our titles, or worse.”

“I understand, Maxy, it can be our secret.”

Max is the sweetest thing to ever enter Daniel’s life. They do have a relationship, as unconventional as it may be, and it’s one of the best things ever. They agree to keep what happens in the trials separate, and try their hardest even if they have to face each other.

But of course, it happens. During the physical trial Max pulls a stupid double move on Daniel and ends up forcing Daniel’s blade into the both of them - putting them both out of contention and having really shitty but not deadly stab woulds in their thighs.

Max, of course, argues that Daniel is at fault because he “moved quickly into his space” which is a load of bullshit and Daniel lets him know that. They don’t talk to each other after that, not for Daniel’s lack for trying after a few days, or even train together. It’s effectively a break up as they couldn’t keep what happened away from their relationship. Daniel is devastated and so hurt that Max won’t talk to him… that he stops. He doesn’t tell anyone other than Christian and just quits.

In fact, Max isn’t sure if Daniel is training at all. Christian introduces this new guy Sergio to be the second prince and Max asks, finally, what happened to Daniel.

“He quit Max. Came up to me and said I’m done, find someone else to replace me.”

“Why?” Why did he quit. Why didn’t he tell me. Why did he disappear after the incident last year.

“Said he couldn’t do it anymore, and that he found something more important than being King but lost it. Doesn’t have the heart anymore.”

And Max doesn’t understand what that means. What could be more important than fighting to be king? It was their livelihood, the ultimate goal.

Max continues to compete and Sergio proves a decent second prince and really helps out when it’s them and Lewis in the top three. Max ends up winning and immediately gives Sergio a top position in his court as a thanks. He also offers Lewis a position saying that his insight would be incredibly valuable. Lewis actually agrees and the two of them form a rather unlikely friendship through mutual respect.

He doesn’t hear from Daniel. He thought he might, if he finally won, but he didn’t. It worries him because he doesn’t even know if Daniel is alive. He hopes he is but it’s been 3 years. He only allows himself to confront it when he’s alone at night, tracing the scar on his thigh from Daniel’s sword.

He keeps his crown for the next year. Sergio stays in his court and Lewis turns down his offer, saying that there’s something more important for him than this.

“The power, the wealth, it’s all great. But after a while Max, the novelty wears off and you’re left with what is truly important. That’s why we don’t have a long term ruler Max. Nobody good would want to be.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You wouldn’t. Not yet. Maybe soon though.”

“Can I still ask you things from time to time?”

“Sure Max. Come visit if you need me. We’d be happy to see you.”

Max doesn’t question who we is but he assumes it’s Lewis’ family. He has spoken of them often in the past year after all.

It’s during the third year of Max’s reign that it clicks. He sees Sergio with his wife and thinks about how he would give his crown to be like that with Daniel. And shit, Daniel. Oh how he loves Daniel. How he misses Daniel more than anything. But Daniel has gone, without a trace.

He thinks about changing the law so that men can be together and not shunned for it. Especially when two young boys from an old slightly run down region make their way to the castle and ask for his help because they have been exiled for their relationship. He gives them a room in the castle and makes sure they are treated well. He of course asks Sergio for his support on the matter who gives it easily and the next day it’s passed.

People had mixed opinions but the majority of the princes, even a couple old kings (Seb, Kimi, heck even Nico) showed support and this quieted the protesting crowd.

Max had hoped that Daniel would maybe show face but he didn’t. Max didn’t want a public call, god that would be far too embarrassing. ‘Hey remember that guy I trained and competed with 5 years ago, I am desperately in love with him and need to find him in the hopes that he feels the same.’ Yeah no that ain’t flying.

Instead he goes to Lewis. He travels alone and discreetly, leaving Sergio in charge of things in his absence. He find his house situated alongside a teal river and knocks. He is very surprised to see Nico Rosberg open the door.

“Uh hi I-“

“LEWIS, MAX IS HERE! Come in mate, make yourself comfortable.”

Max comes to learn over a very nice (vegan) dinner that Lewis and Nico are a thing but their trial fight nearly ruined them. Nico dropped out and retired because he didn’t want to be king when it meant he lost Lewis. Lewis took a little longer (and Max kicking his ass) to realise that too. Max is of course happy for them but…

“Why are you telling me this?”

“You and Daniel weren’t just friends, were you?”

And fuck that’s… Max grips the scar on his thigh through his clothes.

“…no.”

“Odds are Daniel didn’t want to end up hating you and couldn’t stand to let those trials tear you apart. Probably thought it was easier to just walk away.”

And Nico doesn’t sound speculative. He sounds certain. Lewis agrees.

“Especially if he didn’t see a way to repair anything at the time.”

Max can’t bring himself to say anything. He remembers Daniel’s attempts to talk to him but he shut him out - too angry to do anything.

“Help me find him, please.”

Nico and Lewis smile and tell him to go to the fields back home, the same one where they got together. When Max arrives there he notices that there’s a small house on the field, tucked into a patch of trees that was never there before.

He knocks on the door. It swings open and

“Max?”

“Daniel.”

"What are you- how did you-"

"I still love you. I'm so so sorry that it took me so long to finally find you. I would've done it sooner but you disappeared and I had to fight and be king and- nevermind. I love you so much and I haven't stopped thinking about you. And more than that, I am sorry about our fight and pushing you away. It's the biggest regret of my life."

"Max..." and Daniel kisses him and it feels just as magical as the first time, and even better than when he became king for the first time.

Daniel feels complete for the first time in his life. He knew he never needed to be king but he somehow has one in his hands. He relishes the feel of Max's skin and lips against his own and how Max babbles about how much he loves and missed him.

Daniel tells Max he forgave him long ago and where he has been in the meantime, visiting a couple different regions before coming back and building a house here in the hopes Max may find him.

Max traces Daniel's matching sword scar and asks "why didn't you find me if you wanted me too?"

"Was sure you'd moved on and didn't even want me around anymore. I definitely couldn't try to be king when I wanted you so much, it would've killed me to hurt you again. And, I didn't want our relationship to fall apart under the pressure of it all. I mean, it did, but not in a way you would never come back to me."

"I'd never not want you around. And I'm not letting you go again."

Max eventually has to return and Daniel comes with him. The people of the castle often see Daniel with Max's crown on his head, nestled among his curls. After all, Daniel may not be the ruling king but he's definitely the king of Max's heart.

[marshmellowrio]

Semblance of Control | Chapter 3

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After the cadets receive their standard uniforms, they’re shown to the dormitory’s and left to their own devices. Colette makes sure to grab one of the beds near the wall, with 155 other cadets on the same floor, it will give her a sense of security, maybe a false one. No, she wouldn’t put it past any of the other cadets to murder her in her sleep, but this way she would have one less side to protect in case of an attack.

She sees Violet and Rhiannon coming in to claim the beds on her right, right next to each other. She quickly puts all of her stuff away and walks up to the two of them, still talking quietly while dumping their bags.

“Violet and Rhiannon, right?” Colette hoped she had paid enough attention to Nyra when she called out Rhiannon’s name and that she wasn’t saying the wrong name to the dark woman.

Rhiannon looks her up and down. “Who’s asking?”

“Someone who wants an ally or two, and you guys are in my squad, so…” Colette trails off, not really having any other reasoning. The two woman across from her look at each other with distrust written on their faces. “My name is Colette, Colette Wilder.” She tries to meet them halfway. “And I want to help you,” she nods at Violet, “learn to protect yourself.”

“What makes you think I can’t protect myself?” Violet retorts. Fair question.

“You probably have a trick or two up your sleeve, you’re a Sorrengail after all, but I’m certain it can’t hurt to learn a few more. Especially if you have to go up against someone like, let’s say… our wingleader?” Colette answers.

Violet’s eyes widen and she opens her mouth to say something, but Colette’s already talking again. “Oh come on, the Marked Ones already have it out for you and even a fool knows that a Sorrengail and a Riorson is a bad combination.” She makes sure to keep her voice slightly hushed as she says this, keeping half an eye on the people around them, making sure no one’s listening in on their conversation.

Violet ponders for a moment while Rhiannon narrows her eyes at Colette. “What’s in it for you?”

Colette breathes out a little laugh, “ You’re smart.” She purses her lips and nods. “As I said, I need allies in this death trap.” She shrugs and continues, “ I also don’t like people holding children accountable for the actions of their parents.”

Rhiannon gives her a small nod, “Doesn’t mean I trust you, though.”

Colette looks down at her feet with a small smile playing on her lips, “Good,” she catches Rhiannon’s eyes with her own, “I wouldn’t trust me either.” She sees Violet frown in the corner of her eye and turns to her. “I wouldn’t-,” Colette stops for half a second, “I don’t trust anyone here, you shouldn’t either. Keep her close.” She nods to Rhiannon while speaking to Violet. She walks off to get ready for bed, leaving the other two to ponder over her proposal to be an ally.

★・・・・・・★

After Captain Fitzgibbons, another name Colette learned yesterday, reads through all of the names on the death roll, Squad leader Aetos takes over, “Hopefully you all ate breakfast, because you’re not going to get another chance before lunch.”

Colette is positioned in the back row again, she sees the two women she approached yesterday whispering to each other but keeps her attention on her Squad leader.

“Second- and third-years, I’m assuming you know where to go,” he continues. He receives some non-committal noises of agreement from the front rows. “First-years, at least one of you should have memorized your academic schedule when it was handed out yesterday.” It’s a statement, one Colette can agree with, it’s the first thing she did when she woke up this morning. “Stick together. I expect you all to be alive when we meet this afternoon in the sparring gym.”

“And if we’re not?” Colette snaps her head to the first-year next to her and rolls her eyes at the question, before focusing on Aetos again.

“Then I won’t have to be concerned with learning your name, since it will be read off tomorrow morning,” their Squad leader answers with a shrug. “Sawyer?” He looks at a first-year next to Violet.

“I’ll get them there.” He’s tall, Colette notes, as he nods tightly at Aetos.

Dain orders us to get a move on and the whole squad breaks up, similar to the other ones around them.

“We have about twenty minutes to get to class,” Sawyer shouts at the nine first-years left before him. “Fourth floor, second room on the left in the academic wing. Get your shit and don’t be late.” He doesn’t wait for a reply and heads toward the dormitory.

Colette hears Rhiannon say, “That has to be hard.” She catches up to her and Violet, following the crowd toward the dorms. “Being set back and having to do this all over again.” Colette receives a smile from the two as she reaches them, seems like they’re warming up to her already.

“Better than being dead,” the smart-ass from next to her says as he passes the three of them.

“That’s true,” Violet replies as they head into the bottleneck in front of the door. Colette makes sure to stay on the outsides of it.

“I overheard a third-year say when a first-year survives Treshing unbonded, the quadrant lets them repeat the year and try again if they want,” Rhiannon adds. Colette cringes at the thought of completing her first year twice.

A bird whistle sounds from the left and Violet stalls, fixing her eyes on the door to the rotunda as it sounds again. Colette and Rhiannon follow her line of sight as she says, “I’ll be-”.

“We’ll grab your stuff and meet you there. It’s under your bunk, right?” Rhiannon asks before she can finish.

“You don’t mind?”

“Your bunk is next to ours, Violet. It’s not a hassle. Go!” She bumps her shoulder with Violet’s.

Violet is off with a thank you as Rhiannon turns to Colette and they share a conspiratorial smile.

“So, I’m assuming Violet knows our Squad leader?”

“You would be correct.” Rhiannon answers with a little laugh.

The two women make their way to their bunks along with the rest of the first-years on their floor. Rhiannon looks back and forth from Colette and the path in front of her. “So, why didn’t you cut your hair.” She tries to start a conversation to make it less uncomfortable.

Colette brings a hand up to her tight, low bun, brushing away the stray hairs that aren’t there. “It’s not that long, but I actually wasn’t aware of the fact that women cut their hair to join the rider’s quadrant.” She smiles awkwardly as they reach the bunks. “I mean, I’ve never had any problems with it while sparring so why would I?”

Rhiannon nods in understanding, grabbing her stuff and Violet’s. “I’ve always had mine this short or even shorter so I wouldn’t know what’s it’s like fighting with longer hair.”

“Maybe I’ll think about cutting it if it causes me to lose my matches, otherwise it’s not happening.” Colette laughs softly and Rhiannon joins in as they head back towards the academic wing.

The two of them keep chatting on their way to the doors to the rotunda and start to warm up to each other in the meantime. They step inside the rotunda and Colette’s breath catches. “Wow.”

Rhiannon stops a few steps ahead, feeling Colette lagging behind. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She looks at Rhiannon, “You go ahead, I want to take this all in for a second.” Rhiannon nods slowly and continues on towards the academic wing.

Colette turns back to the six marble statues of the dragons, not having passed through the main rotunda yet. Her breath got taken away by the dragons instantly, she marvelled at the sight of them. Wandering closer to the black statue, she cranes her neck to look at it more properly.

The light filtering through from the glass dome, glitters on the black marble.

“I already knew you’re parents are tight,” Colette hears a voice call out from up above. She shifts her gaze a bit to find Riorson standing on the balcony, staring down. “But do you two have to be so fucking obvious?”

Colette frowns at his words and follows his line of sight, down to the middle of the rotunda where Violet stands with Squad leader Aetos at her back.

“I expected you to do a better job of hiding where your affections lie, Aetos.” Riorson starts walking down the steps. As he does, Colette starts walking to the space between them. His eyes brighten when they find hers, watching him closely. Monitoring him as he moves closer to Violet.

His focus shifts to Violet again as she bolts for the doors to the academic wing. Colette startles at the sudden movement, she casts one more glance in her wingleader’s direction before following after her… ally?

A/N: Let me know what you think of this chapter in the comments! There is a taglist for those interested in joining, leave a comment below and I'll add you for the next chapter.

Chapter 4 click here.

Taglist: @siobhanbooks @bada-lee-ily

[idkmanwtfishumanityanymore]

y’all someone needs to ban me from this channel ISTG I just got SO HEATED with someone in a comment section for saying Monty and Puppet are in the right for mocking BloodMoons’ brothers death💀

here’s my comment if y’all were curious. (People who are easily upset/affected by BM’s trauma DO NOT READ FURTHER. I went feral💀🙏)

“You do NOT. want to start this fight. Ahem.”

“FIRST OFF, no one fucking deserves to have a serious loss in their life mocked. I don’t care what they’ve done, if Monty and Puppet want to be any better than BloodMoon, they wouldn’t stoop to his level.”

“SECOND, the murderer part? Have you just COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN that they have a programmed bloodlust they CAN’T GET RID OF? Eclipse programmed them to kill, it’s all they’ve ever known. OF COURSE THEY’RE GOING TO KILL PEOPLE IF IT’S THE ONLY THING THEY KNOW.”

“THIRD, I know you didn’t mention it, but they weren’t “incapable of redemption”, when they were staying with Foxy and FC, (sure they had a bomb in their head, but) they were the most “tame” and calm we’d ever seen. Still snarky and making threats left and right, but they accepted the infinitely-bouncing-chicken and played with it for a while, they mostly just sat in silence when they weren’t being bothered, and if I remember correctly- FC and BloodMoon ended up sparring or something, or it was atleast mentioned that FC wanted to spar with them-“

“FOURTH, EVERYONE THEY’VE EVER TRUSTED, BETRAYED OR HURT THEM. Eclipse, their original creator, already betrayed them by forcing an inescapable Lust for blood on them. Lunar, Lunar was using them to get rid of Eclipse, and inevitably abandoned them. Eclipse AGAIN, not only did he MAKE THEM INTO a backup for himself, and forced his way into their minds, but he also MADE THEM go back to the Pizzaplex when they were perfectly happy on the streets killin’ hobos like TrashMan. KillCode, he claimed to be their father, but did he ever really act like it? Sure he gave them advice and blood, but what else did he do for them? Because from what I remember, it sure wasn’t much. Ruin, Ruin rebuilt them after dying to Sun, and SPECIFICALLY PROGRAMMED them to NEED someone to control them, Ruin claimed to care about them, promised their body had nothing strange about it, but when talking to Solar, BloodMoon was informed of a secret, hidden weak point in their casing, which they VERY MUCH were not happy with. Solar, before they even agreed to help him get back Sun and Moon and defeat Ruin, they had a panic attack because they were afraid they’d be tricked and used again- WHICH HEY GUESS WHAT? IT HAPPENED AGAIN JUST LIKE THEY FEARED, Solar promised them they could go free as long as they didn’t go after the Celestial family, or their friends, which up until Solar said he wanted to KILL THEM, they were listening to! They were back out on the town, killing people like the first time they ran away from someone that claimed could be trusted, (The one before having been Lunar) and they only decided to attack any of the family AFTER Solar said he wanted to kill them. (Not including Lunar, that was before the deal with Solar) Rotaerc/Rodrick, creator in disguise, also just using them as a weapon. StitchWraith, literally threatened to separate them and show them what “True loneliness” felt like or some shit. Monty and Foxy, sure they didn’t TRUST those two, but they were still used. Everyone they’ve ever trusted, has used them, betrayed their trust, or hurt them.”

“SPEAKING OF ECLIPSE AGAIN, WHEN STITCHWRAITH SAID SOMETHING THAT REMINDED THEM OF ECLIPSE, THEY HAD A REACTION I CAN ONLY DESCRIBE AS TRAUMATIZED, AT THE THOUGHT OF BEING STUCK WITH SOMEONE LIKE ECLIPSE AGAIN.”

“MAY I ALSO MENTION THAT IN THE EPISODE WITH A REAL BLOOD MOON IN THE SKY, THEY MENTION THAT THEY DON’T LIKE HAVING THIS BLOODLUST? WHEN THEY DON’T CONSUME/SPILL BLOOD, IT’S ALMOST LIKE THE SYMPTOMS OF A SUBSTANCE WITHDRAWAL, WHICH ARE PAINFUL AS HELL.”

“Sorry for the Essay, but I’m 100% willing to go OFF on anyone who just completely disregards that the twins had trauma too. All the villains except maybe Creator, have their own traumas, and I’m sick and tired of everyone ignoring that.”

Y’ALL SOMEONE GET ME AWAY FROM THIS CHANNEL BEFORE I LITERALLY ATTACK SOMEONE AHDHHDHDHFCH /hj

Edit: SCREAMS AND CRIES SUPERSTAR BONGOS REPLIED TO MY COMMENT I COPY-PASTED TO HERE MAKING FUN OF MY AGGRESSION OVER AN OPINION- IDKWHETHER TO LAUGH OR CRY💀🙏

[buthowboutno]

ONE YEAR OF "AND THEY WERE LAB PARTNERS" ✨✨✨

Thank you to everyone who participated in the one year anniversary poll!! I still maintain that it would be funny as /fuck/ to just delete “And They Were Lab Partners” in a memento mori fashion, but alas; Only one person voted for it.

Cowards /j

In any case, the majority voted for the behind the scenes stuff, so here we are! The tidbits of how ATWLP turned into the fucking beast it is.

I would like to personally blame @morning-sun-brah , @hitechlatte, and @ordin-arily for being such big inspirations in this corner of the fandom. You guys are amazing and I probably wouldn't be where I am today without your works.

Shout out to all my losers in the backrooms for keeping me going and being such terrible influences. You are all responsible for the horrors that have been unleashed. A solid third of my content exists because of your sins /aff. 

@beckerboopin is the best beta anyone could ask for and has only brought this story up to the next level. I would die for you becks <3

Also @betyoudidntcthatcoming-blog is the love of my life that I only met ‘cause of this fic or whatever. They’re pretty neat. I guess. :p

ANYWAYS, /CONTENT/

(Major Spoilers Ahead Pre-Chapter 23)

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I would like to remind everyone that ATWLP was only supposed to be 50k words. You can still witness my naivety in the notes of “Pudge ‘Preciation.” 

How… simple those times were. 

How I so firmly believed the idiots would be kissing by chapter 16. How a projected word count of 150k words seemed unfathomable for a single work, much less a work with multiple published and planned companion pieces.

Crazy. (I was crazy once.)

There was a lot of ATWLP that ended up getting scrapped as I got further into the story. The idiots had a lot of opinions and tugged at me a few different ways as I got to know them better. (aka they wouldn’t listen to me when I told them to fucking kiss already.)

Anyways, some of the few major structural changes:

Casey was originally supposed to reveal that he knew Sweet’s in the bad timeline during the “Intro to Sparring” chapter. That chapter was also originally slotted to happen /before/ the kidnapping debacle, but it just so happened to fit in better later

The stage kiss from “Hit the Club” was going to be in the Nerd Prom chapter. It felt too corny at the time (and lowkey still feels corny) so I put that in my pocket for later. For as much as y’all yelled at me for it, it barely made the final cut lmao.

The way the idiots are going to confess to each other is a COMPLETE 180 from how I planned the story from the beginning, which was already entirely different from the first idea for this fic. I wrote a whole ass chapter about an accidental kiss being the tipping point of them positively macking on each other, which I did end up cutting into convenient pieces for other stuff. (I PUT A PART OF IT DOWN BELOW)

Sweets was going to be kidnapped twice and the whole Purple Dragons debacle was going to be drawn out more. There was a lot more action planned than slice of life content at ATWLP’s conception. For better or for worse, this is where the story led us.

Donnie’s mating season wasn’t going to be as involved in the story, if in it at all. I grew to be hornier and less ashamed. You’re welcome.

The first title for this fic was “Lab Rat: a Story of Nerds Falling in Love.” For the life of me I cannot remember what compelled me to change it, but holy shit am I glad I did.

I was going to use (y/n) in this fic. No hate to those who do, but stylistically I’m pretty happy with not doing that.

And because I have no control over the idiots, quick rundown of the chapters that weren’t supposed to happen.

Kart Conflict

The Christmas Issue

The Recovery: Day Two 

Valentine’s Day Episode

Hit the Club

Aquarium? Hardly Know ‘Em

****Pool Excursion

****Beach Episodes

****honestly just like the entire endgame of this fic

All the ficlets/ alternate POV’s

All the smut! I still have it written down in my original notes that ATWLP was gonna be completely PG lmao. Once again y’all have @morning-sun-brah and her fucking fabulous fics to blame for that

The Valentines’ and aquarium chapters are COMPLETELY different than how I had originally planned, even with being forced to include them in my chart. The Valentine’s day plans that the brothers had “ditched” with Sweets was the og plot for the chapter. The aquarium chapter was supposed to be a rooftop picnic with feels~~, no aquarium even fucking mentioned in my outline.

I don’t have much control over what happens tbh. I am praying that the 37 planned chapters will be the final chapters. 

We’ll…. we’ll just have to see how that turns out.

The scrapped plots as a little treat for y’all <3 ~~~

Cut Stage Kiss (after the lift in Nerd Prom)

You leaned closer to Donnie’s face, intent on screeching in his ear for pulling that stunt.

“Kiss them already!” May yelled from the inner edge of the crowd. You turned bright red, blinking at her. You shook your head at her, but the crowd started to catch onto the idea. 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Donnie laughed, a little incredulous. He leaned in close to your ear, whispering, “Theatre kid protocol?”

You nodded in agreement, allowing him to put a hand to your face. He leans into your mouth, making the crowd go wild. You giggle against the thumb separating your lips, smiling against it. Donnie pulled away from you with a dramatic ‘mwah’. You threw your head back, fully laughing as Donnie lifted you up from the dip. 

First Valentine’s Day Outline

The final four move to the living room

Sweets: “We’re making friendship bracelets while we watch the most romantic movie of all time.”

Raph: “Shrek 2!”

Donnie: “This is ridiculous”

Sweets: “This holiday is ridiculous, now pick out your five favourite colors of embroidery floss”

Donnie: “....Fine."

Donnie is actually terrible at making bracelets lmao while mikey has wristfuls of them

Donnie: “I don’t understand! I’m following the blueprints exactly!”

Mikey: “The... instructions?”

Donnie: “Whatever! How are you making those so fast? You don’t even have that many friends!”

Mikey: “Physical therapy is a hell of a time, my brother.”

Sweets: “Is Donnie being ableist again?”

Mikey: “I do believe he is.”

Donnie: “I am autistic!”

Sweets: “Bless you.”

ORIGINAL CONFESSION

And it all starts like most things in your life do: a silly mistake.

“Donnie,” you whined. You were working on your physics homework at his desk while he was soldering a new motherboard for the Turtle Tank’s controls.

“Little pest,” he mimicked your tone without looking up. He kept on soldering as you stared at him, not a care in the world. 

“Would you be so kind as to look over my work for this problem? I’m following the steps but I’m not getting the right answer.”

“Mmm,” Donnie said. At that moment, a spark flew from his project and caught his exposed cheek. He flinched back, dropping his wire and soldering rod on the table and rubbing his face. You batted your eyes at him while he scowled. 

“I don’t know how, but I blame you for that.”

“I would *never*,” you teased. You pushed your chair to the side a bit so Donnie could stand next to you. 

He moved his goggles to his head and put his left arm over the back of your chair, leaning over you. He parsed through your work for a minute and tilted his head down to tell you what you needed to fix.

It just so happened that you tilted your head up to ask him a question at the same time, the two of you meeting in the middle with a kiss. 

Well, it wasn’t so much of a kiss as it was the two of you accidentally brushing your lips together for a moment. Seconds, almost nothing at all. 

But the way that Donnie looked at you when the two of you jumped apart…

That…that wasn’t nothing. 

You could almost laugh at the ridiculousness of this situation. You could’ve cracked a joke, played up your ridiculous game of pet names and intellectual bravado. 

(To be honest, you almost did.)

But then you thought about the way Donnie’s lips felt against yours. You thought about the way you’d dream of that moment and then proceed to do everything in your power to banish those thoughts away. Your mouth hung open slightly as you looked up at him, trying to will yourself to do anything, anything at all.

Donnie ended up making that decision for you. That oh, so familiar churring started emanating from his chest. He took your face in his hands, looking into your eyes for just a hint of confirmation before leaning in for a real kiss.

Oh.

*Oh*.

(Yeah, you could get used to this.)

There was nothing more you could do than press yourself against him, against his touch. You felt him smiling into the kiss, pressing you down into the chair. 

Donnie was *everywhere*, like he was trying to encompass you. His hand moved to your hair, the other to your hip. You smiled when you remembered his adoration for your love-handles all that time ago. You traced along his plastron, making nonsense shapes and mapping out every scar.

He was so responsive. The chirring increased tenfold for every touch to his chest, every soft bite you gave his lips. You recalled all the times he would make noises from you touching along his shell. You pressed your hands fully against him, doing your best to draw out more and more of those sounds.

What Donnie lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. He followed your lead, matching your pace every step of the way. You licked along the seam of his lips, gasping as his mouth opened for you. Donnie’s tongue against yours was tentative, shy even. You did everything in your power to ease Donnie into deepening the kiss. 

When he moved from your lips and started kissing down your throat, your soul could have left your body right there. He was so…*gentle*. 

Donnie always has been. From when he was slinging his arms around you to kicking your ass in sparring, Donnie has never failed to treat you with care and reverence. 

You feel it now, with every soft bite he gives you, every gentle peck behind your ear.

Donnie pulled away from you after what felt like decades. (Never enough, it would never be enough.) You leaned forward after him, trying to close the space he was creating. He looked bashful.

“This might be the proper time to tell you that I have a massive crush on you,” Donnie said. His face was fraught with nervous determination. 

“Yeah, no fucking shit,” you said. You stood up from the chair and used your body to push Donnie against the desk. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to your height.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for forever, can we get on with it?” you said, looking into his eyes. Donnie turned bright red.

“But– you? Do you?” Donnie stammered a bit.

“Donnie,” you deadpanned, crowding into his space, “I’ve had a crush on you for a year, thanks for noticing. Will you *please* lean your face down a bit so I can reach it?” 

Donnie looked at you a bit incredulously, like you were a problem he didn’t know how to solve yet. He made quite a picture, all red faced and calculating with a dumb half-smile while he looked at you. But, giving in, he put his arms around you and leaned in to kiss you again.

“Aye, aye, captain.”

You smiled into the kiss, humming with contentment.

He likes you.

He likes you.

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Aaaaand some random headcanons because I love you guys and I am truly so thankful to this kickass community <3 I truly do not know where I would be without the support y’all have given me.

Donnie has a hella oral fixation

NOT IN A KINKY WAY (most of the time) But as an autist, Donnie do be biting

One of his biggest shows of trust if he bites you while just chilling

Like if donnie is big spoon, he just nom on a shoulder and stay there chillin

Or if reader is body pillow, he’ll lean around and bite their bicep

Good sensations

Donnie draws on eyebrows every day, he for sure would be very good at doing intricate makeup on reader

Gently holds their chin up, concentrated as hell while reader blushes like mad

Donnie keeps getting banned off of roblox

Didn’t matter tbh, he knew how to hack into it to get his account reinstated

Also makes money off of roblox??

never explains to Sweets, very suspicious

Sweets likes to kiss along donnie’s neck/where his battle shell usually sits

The word here is reverence

Donnie is egotistical, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have insecurities about being a mutant turtle and you being a human

Lots of tracing along his arms, his face, his shell

Donnie likes his coffee to be half coffee, half milk to cut down on bitterness. Sweets is a tea drinker normally, but opts for coffee when they can’t focus (which ends up being most of the semester).

Sweets drinks black coffee when they’re on the struggle bus

To quote them, “Black coffee can’t hurt me more than Calc II already has”

But they prefer two creamers and two sugars when they have it in their dorm.

That’s all, congrats on making it to the bottom of this long ass post lmao <3

[captainderyn]

[Fictober24] Day 1: "That was good work."

Prompt: "That was a good work."

Fandom: LOTRO

Pairings: None

Warnings: None

Summary: Eldarion has been training with Wulfwryn in the art of the sword since he was a boy, yet he still cannot best her in combat. Frustrated with this, it takes Wulfwryn sharing some of her own wisdom to reflect that perhaps not seeing combat is a blessing and not a failing.

Read on AO3

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Watching her mother spar was something Faewryn would never tire of. The elegance of her blows and parries were like the most intricate steps of a festival dance and the way she wielded her sword and shield was just as natural as the way her father held his lute. 

Faewryn, however much she adored watching her mother spar, never wanted to partake. Aside from wielding a sword—or dagger, bow, glave, or any other weapon—feeling so unnatural to her despite any number of practice hours that she was more apt to cut off her own hand than cut an opponent, she had no desire to lose time after time. 

This particular time, after many times before, finally frustrated Eldarion to his limit, and he drove the tip of his sword into the soft dirt of the sparring arena and leaned against it. Despite the cool autumn air, his face was flushed with exertion and sweat pooled on his brow, sticking his mused hair to his forehead. He shook his head like a wet dog before scrubbing his hand through the damp strands. 

“That was good work, Eldarion.” Wulfwryn praised, leaning her sword and shield against the weapons rack. She ran her sleeve over her forehead, her own face red with exertion. They’d been going through session after session back to back with no end in sight. 

Faewryn rested her forearms on the half wall, pressing onto her tiptoes and rocking back down as she called, “You nearly had her that time!” 

The glare leveled at her made her dissolve into giggles that she stifled with her hands. She knew the look her mother was giving her without looking—she wasn’t meant to heckle or tease any of her trainees, no matter if that trainee was her dearest and longest friend. 

Eldarion huffed, the most petulant he would let himself get. “I’ve been training with you for years, yet I’m still getting my ass kicked like a tot with his first wooden sword.” 

Wulfwryn leveled a look at him with raised brows. 

“Hardly a tot.” Wulfwryn admonished. “You know I go especially hard on you, as your father instructed me to.”

Faewryn pressed her tongue to her cheek, already rehearsing in her head how the next part of the conversation would go. It was the same every time, with the same answers again and again.  

“That’s exactly it! If I cannot hold my own here, how am I meant to ride with you on missions? I am nearly in my twenty-third year yet I have not ridden out once with our guards. You have soldiers younger than that!” 

If her mother’s sigh was an indicator, she also knew how this song and dance played out. Faewryn mouthed along as the two went back and forth, every word near correct. 

“You shouldn’t be so eager to go chasing down rogue orc bands. They’re a brutish bunch, and the ones that still persist after all these years after particularly sturdy.”

Eldarion was quick to counter, as he always was, “It looks shameful to have the son of the king fresh as a welp in actual battle.” 

“Have you perhaps considered that we who fought in the war don’t wish the same for our children? That we’d prefer to keep sparring exercises as learning and not life or death?” This was always the line that shut Eldarion up before, and it worked no different this time. He snapped his mouth closed and Wulfwryn nodded as if content this would be the conclusion. 

She hefted up her shield again, gesturing for Eldarion to pick up his sword once again. He did with a weary breath. 

“I know you’re eager to put this to use, I know you wish to prove yourself, but truly how long do you think I’ve been studying the sword?” Wulfwryn asked. 

Both Eldarion and Faewryn hesitated, weighing the odds wrongly answering such a question. 

“…years?” Eldarion finally answered in a hesitant, small voice. 

Wulfwryn tipped her head back with a full-bellied laugh. “A great many years! I’ll leave specifics to your imagination. Now, think: you’re trying to cram a lifetime of training and true battle experience into a handful of years. You’ll get there, I promise, hopefully with far less pain and trial than I.” 

She gestured to his sword, still in a resting position. “Now, again.” 

[just-a-funny-little-brain]

Unmarked Cairn

Critical Role: Bells Hells, Orym, 1.4k words

Summary: The flowered valley just north of Zephrah holds many stone cairns and even more memories. Here are a few of Orym's.

tw: mentioned canonical character death, grief

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There’s an unmarked cairn in the flowered stone garden. 

Orym notices it the third time Alma brings him to visit the garden. 

“Death is simply a piece of life. It’s important to understand both and not be afraid of it.”

The young halfling hadn’t understood the first time, and he’s not sure he understands now, but he’s here in the garden, and the flowers are nice.

“Who was Findal?”

Alma smiles. “They were one of the hardest working farmers down in the Talam area. They had such a way with goats, as soon as anyone had an issue with theirs, Findal was the first they went to. They had a laugh you could hear for miles.”

“Did you deliver them?”

Alma laughs and tussles Orym’s hair. “No, they were around for a long time before I came along.”

Orym ducks from beneath his mother’s hand and skips around stones of different heights to find a name with a new story. 

Soon one catches his eye. It stands away from most of the cairns. While most of the others have names engraved facing the path, the dark stones are blank.

“Mama? Who’s this?”

Alma’s gentle smile fades and she places her hands on his shoulders. “The Tempest created that one recently. Nobody knows for certain who it’s for, though. Someone very special to her.”

“Is it her dad?”

The smile returns. “No, silly, Korrin’s her dad. You know that. Come on, it’s almost lunch,” she says, gently directing the boy back home.

——

The first autumn after Will officially asks Orym on a date, they decide, at Derrig’s encouragement, to attend the Night of Ascension ceremony in the Memory Garden. The Garden is modestly but beautifully decorated, with seasonal flowers and mosses covering the cairns and lining the walkways. 

It had been a long week of training, and Orym’s muscles ache as he matches Will’s stride. Will glances down at him and grins.

“Gotta work on those leg stretches more so you can get taller and keep up,” he teases. 

“I’ll do that once you finally beat me up a tree,” Orym retorts, bumping Will’s hip. “Or maybe once you’re better with the skysails.”

Will laughs. “Okay, okay. Here, how about when either of us wins a spar against Dad?”

Orym smiles and reaches up for his hand. “It’s a deal.”

They find a place among the crowd near Orym’s grandmother’s cairn. It’s worn with loving touches and is currently decorated with a woven circlet of flowers draped over the namestone. Orym places one hand against the smoothed riverstones, a cool contrast to Will’s warm hand in the other.

The gathering quiets respectfully as the Voice of the Tempest steps forward from the crowd to welcome everyone and begin the ceremony.

As the sunlight begins to fade, luminescent insects begin to appear and gather at the flowers on each cairn. It’s a nearly perfect night for the ceremony — calm winds, cool air, and not a cloud to hide the stars that have just begun to blink through the sky. Orym glances up before nudging Will to look to the northeast. 

“It’s us,” he whispers.

Will looks up and smiles at the sight of the two moons. “Yeah,” he says softly, squeezing Orym’s hand.

Soon, the ceremony draws to a close, and Orym and Will kneel by the cairn. Slowly, Orym reaches his hand out towards the stone, and the glowing insects move towards the warmth of his skin. 

“Hi, Granny,” he says softly. “A lot’s happened. A lot’s changed, but... also nothing’s changed.” A smile tugs at his lips. “Will and I are dating now. You always said we were like one big family, and now we really are. Or, will be.” He thinks for a moment. “Mom and Nel are doing well. Leeta keeps trying to make your cookies, but they’re never quite right. We miss you, and we love you.” He looks to Will.

Will, despite his best efforts, has hardly any bugs on his hands. “Come on...” he mutters. 

Orym smirks. “See, even the glowbugs think you have cold hands.”

With a groan, Will lowers his hands, and the few accumulated insects flit over to Orym’s hands.

“You can double my hands,” Orym says with a smile.

Will sighs. “Yeah, all right. You halflings always run so warm, it’s not fair!” he says with a fake huff and a smile. 

Orym laughs softly. “Come on, before the glowbugs start thinking they live here now.”

Gently, Will wraps his hands under Orym’s, and after a quite count to three, they fling their hands into the air. In a burst of light and color, the glowbugs scatter, carrying the love and wishes of Zephrah into the night.

——

The Raven Tree is in full bloom on Orym and Will’s wedding day. The ceremony is beautiful and joyful, full of family and friends, and afterwards the whole of Zephrah joins in celebrating.

As the evening grows, Orym squeezes Will’s hand to get his attention.

“We should visit the rest of the family.”

Will nods, and the pair excuse themselves from the festivities.

The walk to the Memory Garden is quiet, a refreshing break from the chaos they leave behind. Buds and blooms line the path, enveloping the pair in a warm, gentle fragrance as they approach. 

Slowly, methodically, the two weave along well-worn paths, pausing for family and friends to extend the ceremony to each. Finally, they make their way to a fallen tree that had been carved into a bench years ago. 

Orym leans against Will’s side as he sits and lets out a sigh. 

Will laughs softly. “Yeah. It’s a lot.”

Orym smiles. “Yeah. Nobody I’d rather do it with though,” he says, bringing Will’s hand up to kiss the new ring that now decorated a finger.

“Mm.” Will drapes his arm around Orym’s shoulders, pulling him close.

The evening is quiet for a few minutes. Slowly, then faster, stars peak through the darkening sky. Orym points out the large crescent moon dwarfing its smaller red partner, both just skirting the horizon. 

“Moons are rising.”

“They’re just getting started for the night. Just like us,” Will says with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Orym laughs. “Oh gods, not here, Alma might kill me if she finds out.”

“She doesn’t need to find out!” Will protests, his face the picture of innocence. 

Orym rolls his eyes with a smile. “Maybe on a night when we’re not expected back soon. Maybe .”

“It’s a deal,” Will says. “You know, someday? We’ll be old men and just sit out here all day. Watch the Skysailers during the day, and watch the stars at night.”

“And the moons.”

“We can show the moons what’s what.”

Orym laughs. “We’ll do just that.”

——

Orym is half asleep and fully drunk when a dark shadow approaches down a path of the Memory Garden. 

He doesn’t notice it at first, as the tears sting and blur his surroundings. Two new cairns make for drunken pillows, even as the sharp edges of fresh engravings carve into his skin. The stinging stone is a sad mockery of the gaping hole in his chest, threatening, promising to consume him where he lies.

A gentle wind raises his head. The silhouette is tall, a textured dark cloak obscuring the details as it trails behind.

A raven caws at the shadow of Catha, the dark new moon leaving Ruidus alone in its wake.

A hiccup escapes Orym’s chest. “Er… ‘re you here fer me too? I din’t... I couldn’t...” A sob punctuates another hiccup. “I couldn’t stop it... I don’... ‘f you take me too -- hic -- do I go where he is?”

The figure turns towards him and tilts their head. “Orym?”

Orym blinks. The voice itches in the back of his mind… something important…

“Orym, why are you here? It’s the middle of the night!”

The voice… it’s someone he knows? Important…?

“So y’r not the… the Raven… Mater… Queen Raven…?”

The figure lets out a harsh laugh. “I most definitely am not.” The figure sighs. “Gods you’re drunk.” The figure crouches before him with a grunt and begins to mutter quietly.

That voice… “What’re you…?” 

Orym blinks, then groans as a pounding pain hits his head. The voice… The Voice. 

Shit.

Orym reaches for Derrig’s shield and scrambles backwards to try to stand. “Temp— Voi— Key—“ He wipes his face and snot and tears smear across his leathers. “I’m so sorry, I-- I shouldn’t be here, I—“ 

The excuses die in his throat as Keyleth gently pulls Orym into a hug. Orym stiffens, but moments later, the exhaustion of the past week takes over.

Keyleth’s arms tighten around the sobbing halfling. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I’m so, so sorry.”

[hollownekomata]

· 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓈 ·

MIELELAMBDA GATTABLANC, Arrancar (former lone Adjuchas)

“Ah… ahah! Apologies, stranger. I-I’m a bit nervous. My name is… Mielelambda Gattablanc. Just Miele is fine. I’m… I’m an arrancar, but I assure you I’m not dangerous! I’m serving under Ōtoribashi-taichou and dear Ki-kun as a member of the 3rd Division. I… I hope our friendship will be lasting!”

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Gender: Agender (femme presenting)

Pronouns: any, no preferences

Birth date: 30/05

Affiliation: Gotei 13, 3rd Division (aspires to acquire third seat), SWA (honorary member)

Zanpakutō: Regla //design in progress//

Release command: “Guide me”

Hobbies: collecting old newspaper and publications / painting / befriending stray cats to form a communication network //one has to stay up to date with the latest gossip somehow!//

Likes: warmth, light, soft blankets, listening to the Captain’s musical practice from outside the barracks, showcasing their art, fish cakes;

Dislikes: nighttime, rain, strong smells, alcohol, meaningless fighting, being reminded of Hueco Mundo, Kira’s drunken episodes // /lh //

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Personality: when first introduced to the Soul Society, Miele is an anxious mess. Not only they have to get used to the day-night cycle of the Soul Society which was absent in Hueco Mundo, but to all the other natural aspects of it. Plus, despite Commander Kyōraku reassuring them of their rights as a member of the Gotei 13, they see themselves as a nuisance and source of discomfort for other shinigami: they struggle to look at them in the eyes and often spends days without uttering a single word out of fear. Basically, everything is new and scary.

It’s their fear of being caught doing something against the Gotei 13’s rules, which could mean their banishment back to Hueco Mundo, which prompts them to collect scrap newspapers and any form of written information they can get their hands on, even if it means digging them out of the trash. Capable of exceptional memory, they learn the 3rd Division’s rule set by heart and gains general knowledge of many things in the Soul Society.

After Kira and Rōjūrō’s efforts to make them feel safe as a fellow member of the Division, Miele’s true personality finally shines through: curious, creative and caring, they retain some introverted traits while also putting all of themselves when asked to participate in activities or gatherings. During “working hours”, they’re a diligent helper and gentle sparring partner; in their free time, they practice their artistic talent so that it can match Kira’s poetry and Rōjūrō’s music.

Ship(s): Kira Izuru (romantic bond), Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi (romantic admiration)

Friends:  Momo Hinamori, Rangiku Matsumoto

//All the following illustration are made by me.//

[fanficimagery]

Family of Badasses pt. 2

The Sons of Anarchy are in for a surprise when Jax's missing sister comes home.

PART ONE | PART TWO

Words: 6.1K Author's Note: Some scenes from 'Black Widow' will make it in here though they'll be viewed through video feed. You'll see ;)

In the time that it takes Natasha to come up with a decent plan, you had to have a talk with Jax. He wasn't too impressed that you agreed to go so easily, but in the end he understood this was some business you had to take care of. He was happy to know you were doing a good thing- freeing women from mind control- but he didn't like that you were leaving so soon.

And headed straight into a dangerous mission at that.

Then on the day you're set to leave, you watch as Natasha brings in two black cases from her vehicle. She gathers your brother and Juice, and starts explaining the contents to them while you watch on. She explains she has a very rich and very bored friend who made her body cams- only these body cams are pinging from a satellite so no matter where in the world the cams are, whoever is on the receiving end can still see the video feed. Juice is impressed and happily follows her instructions to set everything up.

Jax leads them to a room that you know is off-limits and where they hold Church. Then after making sure the cams work and Juice knows how to log in, Natasha tells you to get your goodbyes in.

Juice surprises you with a hug, as does Happy. Happy's always rather stoic, but Juice always has a smile. This time, however, he's more subdued given what you're about to do with Natasha. Tig, Chibs, and Opie hug you while also telling you to come back home.

Huh. And isn't that odd. You actually have a home now.

Then when it's time to hug Jax, the two of you grab onto each other and don't let go.

"Come back. Alright? Promise me."

"I can't make that promise, big brother. Not in this line of work," you say. "But I will do my damnedest to come back. I still have to spar with Happy. Remember?"

Jax chuckles and when he finally releases you, you don't mention the sheen to his eyes because you're pretty sure yours are the same. You smile at each man before turning on your heel, marching towards Natasha's vehicle where she's already waiting.

Getting into the passenger seat, you keep quiet. It's only after Natasha drives out of the parking lot that you exhale shakily.

From the corner of your eye, you see her look at you. "You got attached pretty quickly."

"He's my last living blood relative," you say. "He remembers me when I was a toddler. Remembers when I was taken from the playground."

"Your parents?"

"Both killed."

"How?"

"Not sure. I have a feeling it's club related, so I told Jax I didn't want to know. What happened in the past needs to stay in the past."

"You seriously don't want to know how they died?"

"Not right now. Maybe somewhere down the line I'll change my mind."

Natasha hums but doesn't bring it up. "So are you ready to see Alexei and Melina again?"

"Not really, but we have no choice."

Natasha hums again and you settle in for a long ride.

For two days, the Sons are an anxious mess.

The core six who knew what SAMCRO's princess was and what she was truly capable of were in a constant state of checking their burners and the screens that Juice and Natasha had set up where Church commenced. No matter the time, the second Jax got the message they were all going to scramble for the screens to watch the girls do their job.

On the third day, Jax gets a message that the cams are going live and he hurriedly contacts everyone to meet in the room. He puts Half Sack in charge of the garage and any club matters are to be texted to him unless it was a matter better handled face to face.

By the time everyone's gathered, Juice has the screens split, showing a feed from each girl. It's obvious from the very beginning they're in the cockpit of a helicopter and they're surprised to see YN piloting with Natasha acting as a co-pilot.

"Well would you look at that, boys. We got ourselves a pilot," Tig muses.

The view they see is half control panel, half white. It's very obvious they're nowhere in the states with the mountains of snow they're flying over. Eventually, there's what they assume is the prison off in the distance before they're hovering too close for them to really see anything.

Moments of quiet pass before, "He's never going to make it." That was YN's voice.

"Get me closer." From Natasha's camera, they see YN turn to look at her in disbelief. "Got a better idea?"

YN's camera just shows them nothing, so they focus on the one that's moving. Natasha leaves her seat, heading towards the door and opening it. Her camera view shows multiple guards running around before she grabs a rope to swing herself down to their level, and the Sons are treated to seeing the Avenger in action.

They hear gunshots pinging off of metal, focusing on YN's camera view before alarms start blaring in the cockpit.

"Ooohhhh." The helicopter sways dangerously close to the prison and she barely manages to get it under control. "Woo! Sorry." She calls out when Natasha is forced to roll out of the way from the helicopter's tail.

"What are you doing?!" The redhead yells at YN through the windshield. "Are you kidding me?! Back up!"

YN gives Natasha a thumbs up. "We're both doing a really good job," she says while gaining more control of the aircraft.

All the Sons snort in amusement.

"They definitely act like siblings," Juice mumbles.

The helicopter then takes heavy gunfire and they can hear YN sigh. "Okay. Enough of this." She puts the aircraft on autopilot before leaving her seat. She heads to the side wall where she picks out a weapon, then turns to crouch in the opened doorway. With a missile launcher steadied on her shoulder, she fires at the guard shooting at her and takes out the entire tower. "Ha!"

"Holy shit. I think I'm in love," Juice mumbles again, this time earning a slap to the back of the head from Jax.

As YN reclaims her seat, they hear her say, "Whoaaaaaa." Their gaze darts to Natasha's screen where she's facing what appears to be an avalanche thanks to the explosion YN caused. "This would be a cool way to die."

Jax exhales roughly. "Jesus Christ. This girl's gonna give me a heart attack."

Anxious, the Sons watch as YN keeps her cool, navigating around the prison to find the perfect pickup location for Natasha and who was once her father. Natasha barely manages to grab hold of the man's arm as YN flies them out of danger, and all too soon the two of them are climbing the rope.

"Goddamn. Did she really just do that?" Opie asks.

Jax nods. "My sister's a badass."

Once Natasha reclaims her co-pilot's seat, they hear the man speak.

"Ah. Wow." His Russian accent is very heavy. They can't see what happens next, but they hear the man cry out. "Ow! Ah, okay. Why the aggression?" Neither woman answers him so the Sons take it that one of the girls hit him. "Is it your time of the month?"

Tig hisses, knowing full well that was not the question to ask.

"I don't get my period, dipshit. I don't have a uterus," YN answers.

"Or ovaries," Natasha chimes in.

"Yeah. That's what happens when the Red Room gives you an involuntary hysterectomy. They kind of just go in-" at this, they see YN's hands go up in front of her as she gestures her words to give the man a visual, "and they rip out all of your reproductive organs. They just get right in there and they chop them all away. Everything-"

"Okay. Okay!" The man shouts.

"So you can't have babies," Natasha muses.

"Okay! You don't have to get so clinical and nasty."

The Sons all chuckle, but it's a tense amusement. On one hand the man asked for it, but on the other… they can't believe their little princess went through that.

"Oh well I was about to talk about fallopian tubes, but okay," YN trails off.

A couple minutes pass with no one talking and then the man is back at it again.

"It means so much to me that you came back for me."

"This guy just doesn't know when to shut up," Opie muses.

"No," Natasha's voice can be heard. "We only got you out because we need to get to the Red Room. You know where it is."

"I do not know where it is, but I know someone who might."

"Who?"

"Your mother." Natasha and YN glance at one another. "She's in St. Petersburg."

"Uhhh, I don't think we have enough fuel for St. Petersburg." They see YN's hand reach forward, moving something aside on the control panel to see a fuel gauge.

"No, we're good. We'll make it."

"Okay."

Just outside St. Petersburg, alarms start blaring.

YN and Natasha scramble to make a soft crash landing, both of them shouting at their father figure in Russian.

"I have never wanted to know Russian more than I do right now." Chibs laughs.

The Sons watch as the two Black Widows crash land the helicopter, muttering at the man they broke out of prison as they exit. They're standing in a field with no building in sight, staring at each other and the now useless helicopter.

"You should have brought the Avengers' superjet," the man utters.

Both girls look at him head on and the Sons get a good look at him for the first time. He is not the kindest, nor cleanest, looking man and they have a hard time believing this is the person the girls once called 'father'.

The man then pulls the girls into a hug at the same time, squeezing them and proclaiming how proud he is of them and some of their respective achievements he's heard all about. Natasha, disgusted, quickly dislodges from his hold, leaving YN to awkwardly accept a kiss on the forehead.

"Mhm. Okay. You smell disgusting," YN says before finally pushing away from him.

The man starts off in a direction and the girls are quick to follow. The entire walking trip, no one utters a word, so the Sons take a breather by checking on the garage and grabbing some food before meeting back in the room.

When they're paying attention once more, they find the trio on screen being greeted by a woman with a sniper rifle. Thankfully it's not pointed at them, but for this being the one the girls called 'mother', she doesn't seem too impressed to see them.

They're on a farm, warily checking rooms and washing up before they're instructed to take a seat at the table for a family dinner.

The Sons aren't sure if the girls forgot the cameras were rolling, so they're subjected to the most awkward and stilted family dinner they've ever witnessed.

When their father rejoins them, he's stuffed himself in a red suit that he claims still fits when it's obvious it barely does. He calls himself the 'Red Guardian' and boasts about his glory days. From there they jump to what the woman has been up to and she proudly admits that their mission twenty-one years ago in Ohio had been to achieve the ability to effectively mind control a person and take their free will from them.

"Holy shit. She's actually proud of that?" Tig asks.

Opie nods. "That's fucked up, man."

The woman then demonstrates for them, pulling out an iPad and pressing several buttons. A pig eventually walks in through the door and she shows them that she's going to command it to stop breathing. Natasha and YN are obviously uncomfortable when the pig starts to show distress, but the woman allows it to breathe again before sending it back outside.

"So you still work for them then?" Natasha asks.

The woman glances at Natasha before shaking her head. "No."

"Don't lie to them," the man says.

"I'm not lying-"

"You're Dreykov's architect."

And that- that seems to strike a nerve within the woman. "What were you then? If I was his architect, you were his- you were his partner! You were his business partner."

"No, no, no. I was patsy." He slams a fist on the table.

"Don't give me that."

"He sell me ideology-"

"Oh stop with the-"

"Shut up!" Natasha shouts. The parents fall silent. "You are an idiot." She tells the man who seems hurt by her words before she looks at the woman. "And you're a coward." The woman looks at her in surprise. "You're a coward," Natasha says again. "And our family was never real, so… there's nothing to hold on to."

"YN flinched," Opie says. "I think she cares more about them than she's letting on."

"We're moving on," Natasha says.

"Never family, huh?" The man drawls. "In my heart, I am simple man. And I think that for a couple of deep undercover Russian agents- I think we did pretty great as parents."

"Yes." The woman agrees. "We had our orders and we played our roles to perfection."

Natasha shakes her head at them. "Who cares? It wasn't real."

"What?" YN's voice quivers.

But Natasha isn't paying attention, too focused on the man and woman. "That wasn't real! Who cares?!"

"Don't say that. Please, don't say that."

"She's crying," Happy notices and they're all forced to watch YN try to hold her emotions back.

"It was real. It was real to me. You are my mother," she tells the woman at her side. "You were my real mother. The closest thing I ever had to one." A pause. "The best part of my life was fake," she takes a stuttering breath, "and none of you told me." The table is struck speechless and even Natasha looks regretful of her words.

YN looks at the one she called 'mother'. "And those agents you chemically subjugated around the globe? That was me." The woman looks surprised before YN glances at Natasha. "And you? You got out. Dreykov made sure no one could escape. Are you going to say anything?" Natasha doesn't. "No?" The woman moves to grab YN's hand, but she's quick to yank away. "Don't touch me."

YN grabs a bottle of vodka from the table before angrily leaving the room.

"YN." Natasha calls out, but YN shakes her head.

"No."

The Sons watch as YN walks to another room, sliding down the side of bed to sit on the floor. They can hear her sniffle and see her drink Vodka straight from the bottle, but none of them say anything.

Eventually they hear a door creak open, but the way the camera is facing leaves them in the dark as to who it is.

"I do not want to talk," YN says.

"That's fine. I will just sit here then." It's the Russian dude.

And true to his word, he doesn't utter a word.

"We should've ordered a pizza or something," Juice grumbles. "I'm so hungry."

Tig snorts. "Then order it, idiot. Have it delivered."

Juice gets up to walk to the corner of the room to place an order while everyone watches on.

YN is the first to crack. "You know I met my brother? That's where I was when Natasha found me."

"Brother? Truly?"

YN chuckles. "Da. He's the president of a very notorious motorcycle club. You would like him."

"Then I look forward to meeting him."

The amicable moment is cut short when the screen suddenly goes black before switching to night vision. The power went out.

"Whoa. What happened?" Juice asks as he returns to his seat.

"Don't know. Everything was fine and then-," Jax mumbles.

A blinding light fucks with the camera feed, but then comes back into focus. The man is standing in front of a window, shouting and challenging whoever's found them. Then all of sudden he wobbles back, turning, and the Sons see numerous tranq darts sticking out from his front.

"Holy shit! Are they tryin' the kill the man?!" Opie wonders.

As soon as he falls, YN keeps low to the floor as she scrambles for the door. The moment she finds her feet to run through the house, she's met with the woman who had been called mother.

"Melina, what are you doing? We need to go!"

"I'm sorry."

"What?"

YN gasps.

"What happened?" Jax sits a little taller in his seat.

YN yanks something out from her chest and when her hand comes into view of the camera, the Sons see a tranq dart sitting there. "Mama?"

The camera view topples as YN passes out.

"No she fuckin' didn't!"

Melina quickly comes into view on YN's camera, holding her hands up in surrender as she looks directly into the lens. "Don't fret, boys. It's all part of the plan."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Jax grumbles.

"I don't know, but only YN and Natasha knew about the cameras, so how did this woman know exactly where to look and who was watching?" Juice wonders.

No one says anything as other Black Widows make an appearance, collecting YN, Natasha and their father's body. The girls are dragged onto a separate helicopter than their father, and then it's a quiet ride to wherever it is they're being taken.

"What the fuck do we do?" Happy asks.

Everyone glances at the stoic man, unsure of how to proceed.

"You heard the woman; she says it's part of a plan." Tig shrugs.

"A plan YN wasn't clued in on?" Jax asks. "Nah. I don't like it."

"They're in a completely different country. We can't do jack shit from here," Juice says.

"And even if we even did have a plan, what chance do we have against trained assassins?" Opie wonders.

"I can't just fuckin' sit here!" Jax suddenly stands, kicking his chair back in a fit of anger.

No one tells him anything, instead just letting him pace his anger out.

They wait in silence, even as Juice leaves to collect his pizza and bring it back to the room. Eventually the girls are being moved, but both camera views show different ceilings. Natasha is taken one way and YN another.

Natasha's camera view shows she's tossed into a room, but it's YN's view that has everyone holding their breath. A man hovers above her- a man wearing a medical hat and mask and appears to be doing something to her face.

He's speaking to others in the room, but it's all in Russian and the Sons have no hope of understanding what's going on.

Jax is still pacing when there's a quiet groan and YN's camera view moves just a little. "Was that her?"

But before any of the Sons can answer, YN does it for him when she says, "This is not a cool way to die."

Everyone heaves a sigh of relief, anxiously watching the next moments unfold.

From Natasha's camera comes a voice that isn't Natasha- a voice that sounds like that Melina woman which confuses the hell out of the Sons. But she tells YN of a blade hidden in her belt, tells her to free herself and to collect the vials of the red dust to free her other sisters.

YN listens, freeing herself from wherever she'd been strapped down to, and then attacking the medical personnel in the room when they try to raise an alarm.

As YN disappears into a vent, they hear, "Collect the vials, free the widows. Do not get caught. Again."

They watch her crawl through the ceiling vents until she drops down, quietly exclaiming her disgust when she lands in a superhero pose. She sneaks around a corner, swiftly eliminating a guard, and then finds the red vials she needed to find.

YN is then informed by Melina that the Red Room is falling from the sky and that she needs to find Natasha as soon as possible.

"I'm so confused." Juice's brow is furrowed as he stares at the screen. "How did the mom end up with Natasha's camera?"

"They switched body suits. It's the only explanation," Jax says.

Tig scoffs. "They switch faces too then? How else did the mom end up in the cell meant for Natasha?"

The Sons are all quiet before Happy- HAPPY!- smirks. "They're assassins. Of course, they switched faces. I need to ask how they did it though. That would come in handy some day."

The Sons all groan and then their attention is dragged back to YN's screen where there's a bunch of movement going on.

"Holy shit. They're going to kill the lass," Chibs says as he watches many Black Widows beat the shit out of Natasha.

YN panics and rushes around before they all watch her wrap the remaining vials of dust around a grenade.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, please tell me she just didn't do what I think she did?" Jax closes his eyes, unsure if he wants to watch.

"She did and she just tossed it into the crowd." Opie winces.

The vials explode above all the women, each and every assassin going stock still before glancing around in confusion.

"She did it. She fuckin' did it, boys!" Tig crows. "She freed the girls!"

YN rushes to Natasha, helping her up and yanking a knife from her back.

"Get them out of here," Natasha says right before an explosion sounds. "Get them to safety."

"Not without you."

"It's fine. I just need to collect some data. I'll be right behind you."

YN is reluctant to leave, but she eventually does. She and the other newly freed Widows are running through hallway after hallway, trying to stay on their feet as explosions sound off one right after the other.

They eventually make it out in the open and from there YN tells the other Widows to grab an aircraft. When asked where she's going, YN says, "Dreykov doesn't get to escape. Not again."

YN separates from the Widows, running full speed towards a helicopter. She starts climbing the side of it, steadying herself as she walks along one of the wings until she's bent over an engine.

"No, no, no. What the fuck is she doing?" Jax wonders.

She grunts and a moment later she has two batons in hand. She clasps them together, twisting so they lock into place to make one long baton.

"YN!"

Her body angles so the Sons can see Natasha running towards her, stopping several feet away and out of range from the gunfire they can hear. "Don't do it!"

"This was fun!"

"NO!"

"Tell Jax I'm sorry!" And then before she can second guess herself, she slams the baton downward.

An explosion engulfs the front of YN's camera and she's thrown backwards into the open sky.

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

All the Sons are on their feet now, watching in disbelief as YN freefalls through the sky.

"WHY THE FUCK- WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT!?"

Eventually YN's camera is just facing upward, but it's obvious she's still plummeting with flaming debris falling all around her.

"Holy shit. Check this out."

Jax, who had his hands clasped behind the back of his neck with his eyes closed, opens his eyes and looks at the screen.

Natasha is falling now too, only it's a deliberate fall as she aims for YN. Seconds later they collide, and Natasha is grumbling at YN to get the parachute on.

"Oh, thank fuck."

Natasha holds onto YN as their descent slows, but then she's letting go and freefalling again as YN screams for her.

YN eventually lands safely and minutes later a rather battered Natasha is joining her. She makes sure YN is okay before the girls have a tearful conversation where Natasha admits that their family was real to her too.

The other Widows find them, along with Melina and their father, and then Natasha is urging them to leave when they hear sirens in the distance.

"Go. Go back to your brother. I'll see you soon."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

After hugging it out, YN is escorted onto a helicopter where the Black Widows are confused about what they're going to do now. Melina promises to help them, along with the help of Alexei, and tells them where to go.

Then the attention is back on YN and Melina wants to know all about the brother Natasha mentioned. YN tells them, but keeps names and locations very vague.

"She's okay, brother. She's coming home," Opie says. The words are meant for Jax, but everyone in the room needed to hear it.

The tension slowly bleeds from everyone and then Jax is making his way towards the door. "When she gets back, her ass is going on lockdown."

The remaining Sons chuckle.

"I'd like to see him try and put her on lockdown," Chibs grins. "She'd murder him in the ring."

"I'd pay to watch that fight," Happy says.

Tig smirks. "What did I say, huh? Family of badasses. John, Gemma, Jax, and now YN? I'd pay to see anyone give lip to that girl."

"Yeah? How much we talkin'?" Happy wonders, expression curious.

Opie rolls his eyes, clamping a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Don't do it, Hap."

"Do it. Please, do it," Juice begs.

"Fifty bucks," Tig suddenly calls out.

"Done."

Chibs groans. "Your funeral, idiot."

A few days later, you find your way back to the States. You hadn't told your brother and just got a flight to California before taking a cab to the garage.

It's as you're walking through the lot that you're recognized, someone hollering that the princess was back. You rolled your eyes, but braced yourself for the impending collision.

Seconds later, Jax is run through the bay doors. You drop your duffel bag, grunting when Jax collides with you, and wrap your arms tightly around him. "Lockdown. Your ass is on lockdown until I can come to terms that you didn't die."

You laugh into your brother's chest. "M'kay. Whatever you say."

"I'm serious, YN. I thought you were going to die."

"I know." Then pulling back so you can stare up at him, you ask, "So is it a house lockdown or club lockdown?"

"Club. We're staying here."

"Okay then."

Soon enough you're being passed from Son to Son, the ones closest to Jax welcoming you back.

"So how was that fall?" Juice asks.

You chuckle. "It was a rush, but I don't recommend it."

"I don't know. If that redhead of yours was the one rescuing me, I wouldn't mind the fall," Tig says.

You shake your head at him, grinning. "As much as I'm glad to be back, I need to sleep."

"Come on." Jax picks up your dropped bag. "Your room's ready for you."

You end up sleeping for nearly twelve hours straight, eating your weight in food afterwards, and then sleeping again. Jax is content that you're within eyesight, and once you're in a better mood to face people you start focusing on being a bit normal once more.

You're an excellent bartender, but you butt heads with the crow eaters quite frequently that Jax tries to find something else for you to do. You're bored behind the desk in the office, and it's only when some entitled douchebag brings in his sport's bike to be fixed that the Sons realize what an asset you'd be to the garage. Because while all the mechanics are busy, and poor Half Sack is dealing with the whininess of the douchebag, you walk right up to the bike, locate the issue, and explain how to fix it. The douchebag didn't want to believe that a girl could do what he couldn't, but with Happy backing you up he had to grudgingly take your word for it.

Jax was so impressed that he wanted to see what you were truly capable of, so he grabbed a bike from the junkyard and told you to fix it up. You took the challenge and showed all the Sons that you could be a mechanic just as good, if not better, than them.

. . . .

Happy's finally got you into the ring, much to everyone's delight. Some of them had seen the fancy footwork you were capable of, but none of them knew how much of a punch you packed. So, when Happy gave you the first punch for free, you stunned even him when his head snapped to the side, and you busted his lip.

Happy looked back at you, expression stunned, before he smiled. You swore you heard someone swear as others started to make bets, and then the two of you really went for it.

Happy obviously gets some hits in, but only body shots. Either you were too quick for him to catch you in the face or Jax mentioned something about keeping the hits below the neck. You take great pleasure in hitting the man where it hurts, surprising him with your strength. Jax is far too amused watching his boy bleed and when he tells you to finish it, you shock everyone by using the ropes around the ring to jump off from, wrap your thighs around Happy's head, and then twist your entire body's weight downward to flip him over.

When Happy lands with a thud and a grunt, you squeeze your thighs tighter until he taps out.

"That's my fuckin' sister!" Jax crows.

You remain laying on the mat, panting and heaving until Happy gives you a hand up. He flashes you a bloody smile, hands you a water bottle, and the two of you lean against the ropes as you catch your breath.

As you're listening to the Sons joke and tease Happy about losing to a girl, a black SUV pulls into the lot. One by one, everyone starts to turn when no one gets out, but the windows are tinted so dark that the only thing you can determine is that there are two individuals in the vehicle.

Jax looks at you and you look at him, offering him a shrug. You drop your water bottle down into the hands of a Son, but before you can slide out between the ropes, the driver's door is opening.

Natasha steps out and the tension seems to drain out of the small, gathered crowd though some are apprehensive about an Avenger being there. "At ease, boys. My business is with my sister."

"Yeah? And what is that?" You shout. "You could've called."

"I could have, but I didn't want to ruin the surprise."

"What surprise?"

By now you're standing on the outside of the ropes, standing on the edge of the ring. Just then the passenger door opens, drawing your gaze, and your brow furrows at the man who steps out. He's wearing a leather jacket, hands shoved into the pockets, but it's his jawline that makes you tense.

You'd know that chiseled face anywhere, even with his hair shorn close to his head.

"You're supposed to be dead."

"Funny. I could say the same about you."

"Uhh, English, please," Jax says.

But seeing as you're too stunned to say anything else, Natasha happily takes the lead. "Gentlemen, let me introduce you to my friend James Buchanan Barnes."

"Holy shit," you hear Juice utter. "That's the fuckin' Winter Soldier, man!"

You hop off the side of the ring, hesitantly making your way towards the man. "You remember?"

He nods, lips twitching. "Some. More keeps coming back every day."

"How?"

"A princess in Wakanda helped me sort my head out."

"The triggers?"

"Gone."

You smile and huff a laugh in disbelief, and when the Asset offers you the same in return, you close the distance between the two of you. His arms engulf you and you let yourself bask in the moment of being reunited with him.

"What exactly are we missing?" Jax asks.

Natasha grins, eyes steady on her little sister and Barnes. "When HYDRA had control over James, they used him to train us in the Red Room. My guess is they waited too long in between memory wipes, and he and YN grew close. So, to prevent their greatest weapon rebelling, they separated the two by sending YN away on a mission. James told me that they told him YN was killed and he never saw her again."

"And he just knew she was here because…"

"I had to tell him, Teller. My whole team saw the footage from my body cam. He recognized her."

"Is he going to be an issue?"

"What? Do you mean for the little illegal operations that the Sons of Anarchy may or may not be a part of?" Jax stares at Natasha in surprise and she smirks. "I did my research."

"We're not-"

"Relax. I don't care what you do so long as you don't pull YN into it."

Jax's eyes narrow. "And if she inserts herself into club business?"

"Then I suggest whatever crime you're committing isn't big enough to draw the attention of the Avengers."

"Wait, what?" Natasha chuckles at his expression. "You're just gonna let-"

"I'm not letting YN do anything. She's an adult. But you've seen what Black Widows are capable of. You've heard rumors of what we've done. Do you truly think your little sister is innocent?"

"Well no, but-"

"But nothing. She can make her own decisions. And as for Bucky? He's done terrible things and even though he's trying to make up for it, silly biker's business is something he'll most likely overlook."

Jax has so many questions for the woman who had more years with his baby sister, but he's interrupted by Juice. "Hey, man, is this something we're okay with?" He asks while gesturing towards YN who is leading Bucky towards the club. "Because if not, I do not call dibs on telling the Winter Soldier he can't bone the club princess."

Natasha actually laughs as Jax seems to wince. "Nah, man. Leave it. That's her business."

"Oh thank god."

"Well while you boys get back to work or whatever it was you were doing while YN was kicking your boy's ass in the ring, I'm going to go get food. I'm pretty sure YN and Bucky are going to work up quite the appetite."

She smirks again as she dodges Jax's playful swat.

. . . .

Hours later, after Natasha and Bucky have gone off to book a room at the local hotel, you find yourself sitting outside on the top of a picnic table with your brother.

"So, this is the life, huh?" You ask, staring up at the night sky. "Working ten-hour shifts, partake in shady side jobs every once in a while, and drink the night away."

"Yep."

"I can get used to this."

"Can you?" You glance at Jax and his expression is serious. "Can you get used to not being an assassin?"

"Being a Black Widow is ingrained in my every muscle." You smile sadly at him. "You can take the girl out of the Red Room, but you can't take the Red Room out of the girl."

"So, if Natasha calls…"

"I will answer, but I will do everything to prevent any blow back on you or Charming."

"I guess that's all I can ask for."

"Yeah." You huff a laugh and then ask, "So did Happy pop a boner or what when he saw the Winter Soldier?" Jax laughs and you press on. "I'm serious! I'm surprised he didn't ask for pointers on how to kill someone and clean up his tracks. It's like Christmas come early for him."

Jax shakes his head. "Happy's smart enough to not piss off someone like him."

"If you say so."

"Mhmm." Jax takes a pull of his beer. "So, what's the deal between you and him?"

"Nothing much. We liked each other. We made it obvious. And the Red Room sought to separate us. They told me he botched a mission and was killed."

"And you never questioned it?"

"I couldn't."

"Is he gonna stick around?"

You shrug. "For a few days, then he and Nat have to go back."

"You'll be happy here without him?"

"Of course." You glance at your brother, offering him a small smile. "I've only just found you. I'm not about to fuck off and leave you behind."

Jax grins. "Look at us, just a couple of badasses."

"A family of badasses."

Jax clinks the neck of his beer bottle with yours, chuckling. "Yeah. A family of badasses."

[mychlapci]

Can we be horny again??? I’m going to “very subtly” slide this idea in again:

Rodimus and Drift have this 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 and absolutely 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 competition streak. They race, they spar, they randomly tag each other in the hallways…

And now and then, they try to one up each others in the berthroom, with Ratchet as judge. Sometimes, they just tussle and tough up each others into compliance, some other times, they creampie their wife for how long as they can last.

The first time Ratchet’s baffle gives up they’re all (Ratchet included) confused, terrified and then ecstatic. Until they realize Ratchet is carrying one sparkling, so it must be either Drift’s or Roddy’s.

And the competition is on all over again.

When the sparkling comes out very much Roddy and Ratchet’s, Drift is only mildly annoyed. He love them so much that he don’t really care the sparkling doesn’t resemble him at all.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

But he doesn’t. Rodimus Prime’s dick game is too strong. He produced way too much overcharged transfuids, and his spark is not burdened by millennia of starvation and drug abuse… Ratchet doesn’t really complain much, apart from his valve being a little sore after their sex marathons (having to stretch enough to accommodate two spikes at once, one being Drift’s horse sized prick)

After the third little Roddy popping out, they decide to proclamate Rodimus “𝘚𝘦𝘹 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺” (his choice), and that Drift will have pussy privileges for the next carrying. (But hes gonna make twins, so the competition will be back on)

Ratchet really didn’t sign for this, but again, he doesn’t complain. He gets to retire, has great sex and two very doting sires to tend to his every needs.

Aww well Rodimus is a Prime, the matrix wouldn’t have been nearly so fond of him if he didn’t have all that fertility to offer. Drift can’t blame himself for his weak cum! But I bet he’s jealous, fuming deep down as Ratchet pops out the third little Roddy clone. He loves their sparklings, of course he does, but this is really messing up his score against Rodimus! 

Roddy thinks he’s doing him a favour by letting him have Ratchet all to himself, but he immediately gets him 2 against 3 when Ratchet finds out he’s having twins… Rodimus doesn’t say anything when it’s time for Drift to knock him up again but definitely freaks out when it’s an another pair of twins! That’s 4 to 3, and Drift still has one more round to go… How awful. 

Ratchet is just stuck between them. He doesn’t like their childish games but he certainly doesn’t mind being pregnant. It’s a nice retirement, with a pregnant belly and energon in bed and two speedsters who can entertain him to no end. And his sparklings are adorable.