#this can go ignored i Do Not Care to continue this

[peanutheaddd]

NEW PEANOR AU YYYYAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dm DIVINE LIBERATION AU!!!!!!!!! deets below cut as always

im gonna preface by saying idk anything about the christianity lore and im not all too interested in learning it either. i was a christian for much of the early years of my life and i dont care much to go back to that era LMFAO most of this au is js using christian imagery bc the christians lwk ate so hard w their religious imagery . neon genesis evangelion type beat . anwyays moving on.

a bit obvious but i gotta start my lore dump somewhere. dm is a priest in this au and petey is a demon

petey is a fallen angel . as in he was born an angel but he was expelled from heaven

in this au there is corruption in the heaven and hell system . god is dead type beat. but not rlly . maybe dormant? maybe god has lost faith in humankind and has gone into hibernation? god cannot exist without faith smth smth Aaanyways.

that being said petey only got expelled from heaven for reasons almost entirely out of his control. he is still graces son and im thinking grace got involved in some anti heaven stuff bc yk heavens system was becoming more and more fucked up . so i reckon when they found out they executed her and as they were in the process of executing her petey tried to protect her but obvs he couldnt be he was a kid. so they executed her and expelled petey for being a traitor . this all happens when peteys like the human equivalent of 12-14 years old maturity wise

anwyays that being said lil petey is an angel. considering when petey was his age he was still an angel . i will go more into lp later

petey is sorta in denial about falling at first bc hes scared but eventually he just leans into the demon thing bc he feels helpless (parallel to canon petey) and just causes a shit ton of trouble. his causing trouble is a way of protecting himself Essentially

eventually he causes a little Too much trouble and he gets turned into a powerless imp by the higher up demons . hes doomed to stay in that form unless hes able to corrupt a priest whos been causing a lot of trouble for the demons . Guess who this priest is.

dms accident with knight still happened (probs happened as a result of one of peteys Funny Doings but not as a direct result.) and dm copes with it by seeing it as a holy act of salvation or wahtnot. like he was saved by gods blessing and by knights sacrifice. half of this is bullshit since as i said god is in a hibernation state. so it was really just All knight. but anyways

knight was a priest before this and its the only life that dms ever known so he kinda just continues with it . he is lwk a better priest than knight was (he got a lot of secondhand religious education just from being around knight so much and hes smarter than knight) so the church just lets him take knights place essentially.

dm is just more calm and collected in this au as well . he found out pretty early on that him being too energetic got knight into trouble which made him sad so he learned to control himself a bit . there was also the threat of him being taken away from knight if he acted out too much which was the worst case scenario for him so , yeah another incentive to behave himself .

anwysays a lot of petey and dms interactions initially are pretty lighthearted . book1 and 2 core. its js petey annoying the hell out of him and dm trying to ignore him LMFAOOOOO this is how petey gets the genius idea to try and summon a clone so he can be more effective in bothering dm . this is how lil petey is created LMFAAOAOOOOO

for this au peteys denial about being related to lp in any way shape or form is waaaayyy worse bc he still has a Lot of trauma from when he was in his angelic state . and he doesnt wanna associate with angels or heaven in any capacity . so even looking at lp is hard for him.

peteys still able to go into his full demon state, but only for brief periods of time . its also super physically taxing so he has to be really careful about it or else he could abruptly change back into his imp form when hes in the middle of danger

eventually petey "corrupts" dm as in dm just acts like a Human (this is also a criticism on the inhumane standards placed on people and how oftentimes humans are shamed for acting like Humans because theyre being held to some holy standard for the promise of a perfect afterlife . using christianity as a proxy for this since christianity is the shining example of doing this a lot) . im thinking its him going against an angel or holy figure to protect petey and/or lil petey

im thinking the overarching plot of this story is intimately tied to lil petey. the plot starts off with petey trying to corrupt lil petey and turn him into a demon so that he can have a little minion .

this attempt to corrupt lp continues even after petey starts to see him more as his son because then hes like well if im a demon then my son should also be a demon . hes also starting to get scsred of what heaven might do if they find out about him . bc as far as peteys aware once heaven gets wind of lil peteys existence theyd either execute him for being an anomoly or just take him away to raise him in heaven since hes an angel. both scenarios are likely (knowing heaven) and its also literlaly the worst thing that could possibly happen. so he slike okay if i just turn lp into a demon then theres no reason for heaven to take him away .

((semi unrelated but this is a parallel to canon to me. this is js my personal headcanon but i think peteys so obsessed eith having lil petey turn out evil in the earlier parts of the series because for him acting evil was a self defense tactic. its a way to protect himself. so by having lil petey act evil hes essentially teaching him how to protect himself in the only way he knows how . when he was rejected by the world and left all alone he was able to stay alive by being a criminal. and past the nonchalant "u have to be evil just because" facade i truly do think it was . again petey subconsciously teaching lp to protect himself in the way that protected HIM from the world. so yeah ))

i think petey probs doesnt tell dm about any of this because dm is a priest . petey fully believes that if dm finds out about lil petey being his son and thus being technically disconnected from the heaven system he would try to alert heaven about it through some mortal means . so for a lot of the earlier parts of the plot dm thinks that lp is a little angel who just kinda comes down to earth from time to time . hes totally unaware that he and petey are related . yes they look almost the same but an angel and a demon being related is totally unprecedented . so he doesnt even consider it

petey also makes sure that lil petey keeps his mouth shut about them being related by telling him that if dm ever finds out that hes his dad then he might never see him again .

but what petey fails to realize is that dms loyalty doesnt lie with the church . it lies with knight . his loyalty is far removed from any kind of institution . so when he evtnually does find out (i reckon through some way out of peteys control) and petey basicaly begs him not to tell heaven because of systematic issues and the possibility of lp getting executed dm immediately agrees. at this point hes close enough to lp and petey by extension that hes willing to forgo his loyalty to the church which only really existed because of knight in the first place . everything he had done religion wise up until this point was bc of knight . so if hes asked to choose between what knight might have wanted vs the real tangible being that is begging him not to tell heaven then he is going to choose the real tangible being . thats his family dawg.

essentially for dm the real living thing happenign in his world is infinitely more important than the moral system that hes been taught .

plot basically then goes to heaven finding out and sending angels to try and find lp as petey and dm get up to shenanigans to hide him . i reckon hell also gets involved in it . heaven and hell are "opposites" but theyre hand in hand when it comes to their shit polarized system . and lil petey as an angel being petey the demons son goes against this system and undermines their power . so both heaven and hell arent all too happy about it .

the climax is the event where dm is "corrupted" like i mentioned above . i reckon this is the event that brings god out of hibernation . smth smth free will smth smth complete and total rejection of heaven by one of its servants for a holy purpose smth smth . you feel me ? and i reckon the angels are abt to finish them off or smth and god is like HEY. STOP THAT. 👎👎👎👎

petey does not become an angel again at the end of the plot. dm does not become an angel or a demon or anything like that . he just stays a mortal being. and he still stays loyal to religion in knights memory despite being friendly with a demon, despite defying the church for said demon. the whole point is that this polarization of identity bullshit is stupid when humanity is so diverse . theres nuance snd complexity and its literlaly impossible to categorize people into discrete identities. thats not how it works

i reckon dm doesnt stay a priest just because that would require adhering to their standards which dm does not fuck with . so he probs just goes and finds some other job while staying religious. smth smth religion is not inherently evil its only the way that its used by hateful people

holy fuck this might be one of the longest lore dumps ive ever done about an au. god bles. LMFAOOOOOOOOO

[no1blacksapphirefan]

Hi! Uh, kind of new to this request thingy but anywho for the self-aware au, you know how you did the ancients and beasts reaction to the reader saying they're their favorite cookie? Well, can you do the same thing but with the legendaries and some super epics +epics? (Mainly Stardust cookie, Squid ink cookie and the legendaries, please!)

Also, can you do the cookies getting jealous when the reader's pet (cat, dog, doesn't really matter) interrupts them playing cookie run kingdom?

Ofcofc ^^ If anyone wants to read the beast/ancient version of this, it's here

I usually prefer if requests didn't have 2 in the one ask but I think I can kinda tie both of your requests together :)) So I hope that's okay and you don't mind :D

Squid Ink cookies part is STRICTLY platonic ONLY of course. Gotta keep adopting the small kiddos...cookie-os? Also their part won't have the getting jealous of readers pet bit

Possible OOC for a few of the cookies

Stardust Cookie Favourite? He's...you're favourite? He didn't expect that, but it isn't something he's against. He likes it, a pleasant feeling in his chest grows more and more if he hears you go on rants about him, especially once or if you give him the best toppings, beascuits ect for him. I feel like, to him. The fact you favour him so much is the closest thing he'll get to having a personal relationship with you. He doesn't think he can meet you through the screen but he's content with just watching you as you happily play.

I don't see him getting jealous of your pets, at least not knowingly. Maybe your pet comes and crawls onto the bed when you're doing some story quest with him in it. He expects you to continue but you don't, looking up he sees your attention of him. He says he doesn't mind and that is true on the most part, but he can't help but want the attention back on him after a while.

Squid Ink Tears...keep coming, they may not look like it but they're surprised and happy that you seem to like them so much. They aren't scary to you? Them constantly crying doesn't annoy you? They see you as a parental figure and constantly try their best when they're placed on your team. Even before hearing you say they were your favourite, they're so happy their efforts worked and you care for them so. (Even if them trying harder in fights didn't have anything to do with it)

Fire Spirit Hell yeah!! He's so prideful about it, he doesn't exactly brag to other cookies but it's clear with how much more brightly he glows with his flame that he loves hearing you say he's your favourite. He feels a lot of satisfaction and "repays" you by using more power in arena. Maybe he'll even give you another promotion as a thank you. He'll love to hear you scream in delight if you got double in the one pull..he'll just have to figure out how to do that.

He definitely gets jealous if an animal interrupts and suddenly captures your attention, he isn't afraid to fight for it either. He'll say random voicelines so you look over, even if you're just looking at the story. ESPECIALLY if you're only doing the story, that'll get your attention for sure!

Wind Archer Oh? He didn't expect out of all the cookies, he'd by your favourite. He's not complaining at all though and wants to hear all the reasons to why, even if it just ends up being you think he's pretty. He has to admit, when he first "met" you/first started growing aware, he found you strange. You weren't a witch, you weren't even from their world yet you seemed to show such love for the world he's in, he's gotten used to it and has grown to want to protect you in a way.

He may not show it but he does get a tiny bit jealous when your pets come by and distract you, he won't show it and he'll try to ignore it. You're allowed to place your attention elsewhere after all, besides. Just knowing he's your favourite is enough for him to settle down a bit.

Stormbringer I see her quickly telling anyone who'll listen about it, like heck yeah she's your favourite, she wouldn't have it any other way!! She thinks it's a given, it should be obvious why. Well, that's what she tells other cookies, her logic is that since the cookies have to look up to see you when in your kingdom, that you're in the skies right? And what is she? Ruler of the skies!! ((She knows it's weird logic but she brushes it off until she hears you "confirm" it))

At first I think she wouldn't particularly care if your pet comes by, then she does get a bit grumpy if your attention is on it for awhil- OMG THE CAT IS ADORABLE. She's totally a sucker for cute things, she forgot about the jealousy and now she wants to pet your lil cutie.

Frost Queen Her ears perk up, she isn't sure if she heard you correctly and silently hopes you say it again. Well she was instead met with reasons why which, technically did confirm what she had heard. She isn't sure what to think, not that she isn't flattered! She is, she thinks it's a pleasant thought to know you essentially "picked" her over others. On the other, she does still wonder why it's her you favour, despite the reasons you've ranted on about...hm, she's content though.

She seems like the silent jealous to me, she won't say anything and nothing she does shows she's starting to get jealous at how much you've been petting your dog...aside from the icy stare she has, she will say though, if it weren't for the fact you looked so happy. She might've tried to get your attention.

Moonlight Oh she's very happy upon hearing you say that and she's more than happy to listen to you list out reasons why, even if it may not be directed at her and you're just ranting about it to a friend. She wants to know so much more about you, every detail. You may not technically be apart of the cosmos but you still interest her as if you were a newly found star in her world. So hearing you say she's your favourite makes her feel beyond happy.

She does get a bit jealous when other animals interrupt you playing but she won't say anything. Depending on how long it's taking or how long it SEEMS to be taking, she may take a quick nap and dream. She isn't going to grab your attention when it's already placed on something you like after all. Don't worry, she'll make sure to come back in time before you even notice!!

Seafairy Such kind words, she will remember them until the end of time. It's a shame she can't meet you in person. Reaching towards the other side of the screen is far harder then when she attempted to reach Moonlight Cookie and she still yearns to reach her more than you, knowing this. She knows it'll be an impossible feat to meet with you that way. But she'll be contempt like this, hearing you ramble on about why you love her, the stories relating to her. As if you too were also a cookie in their world, it brings a smile to her face.

She isn't exactly the jealous type in my opinion, I think she'd want to join in with the affections you're giving your animals, they seem rather cute and they grabbed your attention rather quick. She wonders if the dogs feel different to their cake hounds or if your bird is different to the cheese birds.

Black Pearl She's a bit surprised...she half expected your reasoning to stem from who she used to be, before she was Black Pearl but when you listed them and it was just...her...who she is right now...she's a bit confused. She has made cookies fear her, she isn't as kind and loving as she was before, she was sure you'd dislike it but...you just like her for her? Feel sympathy for her?...You're a very kind human you know. For a moment, some cookies might see her break out in a genuine, sweet smile. Unlike the one she had before as she inflicted fear on the other cookies.

She gets a bit jealous when a pet comes around, especially after a long period of time. She wouldn't do anything though, not that she doesn't want too and she isn't opposed to trying to get your attention. But she doesn't think there'll be a point, there's still a screen between the two of you and as well as that, you're not aware that they know. She'd rather keep it that way...at least for now.

[revelboo]

May I please request more tfp wheeljack? Either a continuation of the story or something else you want. I just love how you write the different wheeljacks

Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

🤣 sure!

Crooked Ways Pt 4

TFP Wheeljack x Reader

• Head lifting from your nest of pillows and blankets at a thud and soft growling that you're pretty sure is alien swearing, you suck in a sharp breath as he stumbles inside. Bleeding something faintly glowing as his shoulder scrapes the wall. Those bright optics searching until they find you and his door wings droop slightly. Like he was worried about you and it's a relief to see you. You'd thought seeing your tormentor hurt would please you. Fill you with savage glee, but instead it just leaves you oddly empty.

• "Go back to recharge," he growls, ignoring when you immediately correct him with 'sleep.' Moving past his berth, he kneels to drag out a portable medikit. And you're not listening to him, sitting up to watch what he's doing. Would like to convince himself that you're worried about him. That seeing him bleeding energon makes you unhappy. But he knows better. You're probably delighting in seeing him hurt. Sitting up to get a better vantage. "Guess it's not your lucky day, huh? I'm pretty hard to offline."

• He's come back banged up before, but never like this. Someone did some serious damage, and you watch him carry the box to the berth with you and sit on the edge. Pulling out a pen-looking thing and a roll of something. And he's ignoring you completely to worm his servos into a gap in his plating to try and reach wherever he's bleeding from before giving up and picking up the thing that you're sure isn't a pen. And trying to get the pointed end between his plating at an awkward angle, his denta gritted. Watching him struggle, you know you owe him nothing but contempt. Despise him for taking you, keeping you against your will. So why do you stand and walk over to him across the top of his berth?

• "Give it here," you say, and he hesitates as you hold out your little hands. Painfully aware of how much you hate him, so why are you offering to help him? You won't meet his optics, just waiting. "Just tell me what to do, you idiot." Spark aching as he stares at you, he knows the odds of you trying to immediately hurt him worse aren't in his favor. Those angry, hurt eyes are staring at the energon trailing down his side and slowly dripping against the berth. Wants to trust you, to pretend you care about him that this strange pull that keeps him from being able to let you go means something.

• Can feel his stare on you and you don't know why you're helping him. Had Stockholm's finally kicked in? You'd believe it, but you still hate his alien guts. And he's reaching to offer you the pen thing. It's heavy and longer than you are tall, but you can lift it with both arms wrapped around it. "Use the trigger on the side to heat the line and then apply the tape," he says, voice softer than you've ever heard it. Experimentally pressing the trigger makes the thin end of the tool glow white hot and it occurs to you that you could jab it into him as deep as you could and pull the trigger. Probably wouldn't take him out, but it would hurt. He has to realize that, too. So why is he trusting you not to?

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[v-arbellanaris]

actually im thinking abt this post again and can i just say that like i dont think veilguard is not radical. i do think it is radical. not for having queer characters or a nonbinary pc in it. i think it's radical for it's extreme islamophobia and plain anti-arab sentiments during an active genocide in palestine and with isr*ael & us forces currently invading lebanon and syria. i think it's radical for ignoring slavery while millions of people die & are being genocided in congo to manufacture your electronics. i think it's radical for insisting the veil needs to stay up without any critical examination while southern thedas is being wiped off the map as a result of the veil going up while in real life the global south is being cooked alive while the western world continues to ignore climate change as a real problem. i think it's radical to have a society built off the unimaginable suffering of a whole people (the titans) that the elves lobotomised, and this violence affecting generations of dwarves down the line (living with the blight, with being severed from the titans, etc) irrevocably forever, and for the solution of all this to be "that's so sad.... anyway we should just honour their anger by moving on (:" while there are multiple ongoing genocides globally of indigenous peoples. i think it's radical to strip the humanity from the darkspawn completely and insist that the darkspawn are fine to kill en masse & there's no need to care about them or their freedom because theyre not really people, in the middle of multiple real life wars. and that's just the start.

i do think veilguard is radical. of all the games, it's the furthest right leaning. but because they've pinkwashed it, by giving you non-binary characters (which. isn't it SO odd that i never see anyone claiming that taash is excellent nb rep... i never see any of those people pointing out that it's fucked up to have taash choose to either be qunari or rivaini. like. by the way? taash is not just non-binary, they're implied to be multicultural/multiethnic and the way that's even a "problem" that needs to be resolved through a binary choice is fucked up. but of course the white gays don't have a problem with that) and the flimsiest ace rep and letting you have top surgery scars, people who don't find any of these radical views objectionable are eating it all up. because this one sticking point of this game being "good trans rep" (which. it's not) means their enjoyment of that absolves them from having to care about challenging the rest of the game's rhetoric, which they'll insist is "radical for not being radical". as if this is not an extremist viewpoint or argument to make. veilguard is literally pinkwashed.

"veilguard is radical because it's not radical at all... and that's radical" i feel like a bug in a jar that is being shaken reqlly hard and doesn't know which direction the sky is

[yourlipstogodsears]

Injured on Duty Part 3

Summary: she’s discharged the next day, and Robby insists on her staying home for a couple weeks til he clears her to come back to work. he ends up in her bed.

SMUT WARNING (D-word kink)

"No arguments," he says firmly but with a slight smile as he hands her the discharge papers. "I've written you out for the full two weeks. No work, no lifting."

she nods, “got it”

He walks her to the exit, his hand lightly touching her lower back as he guides her through the bustling hospital lobby. Once outside, he turns to face her, his brown eyes serious. "And if you need anything at all while you're off, you call me. Day or night."

He hesitates for a moment, his hand still resting on her back. Then, before he can think better of it, he leans in and presses a soft, gentle kiss to her forehead. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

she nods “I will. Don’t lose your mind in this hospital working doubles.”

He chuckles softly, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "I'll try not to. But someone's gotta keep this place running smoothly." He smirks, but there's a warmth in his eyes. "I'll check in on you later. Make sure you're following orders."

she follows his orders and goes easy on her once dislocated shoulder. Laying around with her cat all day. Robby comes over against his better judgement one night late after his shift.

He lets himself in with the spare key he always keeps on him, locking the door behind him. He finds her curled up on the couch with the cat, looking far too comfortable and relaxed. He crosses his arms, trying to look stern. "You're supposed to be taking it easy,"

she’s in a tank top and pj pants, “does this not look like taking it easy?”

His eyes inadvertently drift down her tank top clad form before he catches himself. He clears his throat, trying to ignore how attractive she looks even in pajamas. “You know what I mean. No strenuous activity.”He uncrosses his arms slowly“Is that cat heavy?”

“She’s just a baby she’s like 10 pounds”

He nods, trying to keep his expression neutral. "Good. Just making sure you're not overdoing it." He walks over to the couch and sits down on the edge, close enough to her that he can see the faint bruises still lingering on her shoulder. "How's the pain?"

“Managed with Tylenol”

He nods, satisfied with her answer. He reaches out slowly, his hand hovering near her shoulder for a moment before he gently begins to examine the area, his touch light and careful. “The bruising looks better. That’s good. How’s your range of motion? Can you lift your arm for me?”

she lifts her arm, “you come here as a friend or as my resident.. or…” she wanted to say something more.

His fingers pause in their examination as he looks up at her, his expression softening slightly. He knows exactly what she's implying, and the way she's looking at him makes his heart skip a beat. He swallows hard, trying to maintain his professional demeanor. "As your friend,"

He finishes examining her arm, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. He sits back and looks at her, his eyes searching hers for a moment too long before he pulls back and clears his throat. "Your range of motion looks good. You're healing faster than I expected,"

“Robby?”

His nickname slipping from her lips makes his stomach do flips. "Hmm?" He finds himself caught in her gaze, unable to maintain the professional facade he's been trying so hard to keep up. "Yes?" He asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you- nevermind..”

He leans in slightly, brows furrowing with genuine curiosity. "What were you going to ask?" His voice is gentle, encouraging her to continue. There's a palpable tension in the air, hanging between them like the unsaid words she bit back.

“Do you feel the way I feel?”

His breath catches in his throat as he stares at her, the question hanging between them. He knows exactly what she means, and the answer is yes. He feels the same way she does - attracted to her, drawn to her, wanting her. "Yes,"

He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yeah, I do." His voice is low and husky, filled with a blend of admission and restraint. He shifts closer on the couch, close enough now that their knees nearly touch. "But I can't. Not officially."

"As your chief attending... I could be breaking every professional boundary if I were to admit what I really want to do right now." His voice carries a hint of frustration mixed with desire. "I could lose my license, and..." He pauses, his eyes meeting hers intensely.

“I’d lose my spot in the program..”

He nods solemnly, his thumb absently brushing over her uninjured arm. "Exactly. The consequences would be devastating for both of us." His face inches closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "But God, do I want to kiss you right now."

“What if we don’t tell anyone?”

His pupils dilate at the suggestion, his voice hoarse. "Your... boyfriend? Outside the hospital?" He searches her face, looking for any sign of hesitation or jest. "And what about inside the hospital? I'd still be your attending, expecting professionalism from you."

He takes a deep breath, his mind racing with the implications and the temptation. "And you understand that it would be strictly professional between us at work? No special treatment, no favors?" He wants to make sure she understands the gravity of what she's proposing.

“Absolutely. I’d still be your favorite resident but no favors.”

He turns to face her, his eyes glinting with unspoken agreement. "Alright, deal. But if anyone ever suspects, the arrangement ends immediately."

He moves his hand to cup her face gently, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip. "Just so you know... even with this arrangement, if anyone hurts you or makes you feel uncomfortable, I'll lose my shit." His voice is serious, protective. "But working on patients with you, Complete professionalism."

she nods.

He leans in slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away, but she doesn't. Their lips meet in a soft, gentle kiss - a promise more than passion, though there's definite heat beneath it. When he pulls back slightly, his forehead rests against hers.* "No PDAs at work."

“I hate pda anyways” she smiles.

His lips pull into a small smile against hers. "Good. 'Cause professionalism is sexy as hell." He pulls back slightly, but his hand remains on her face. "And just one more thing..." His expression turns playfully serious.

"If we’re doing this, you better be prepared for me to be insanely protective and ridiculously sweet when we’re alone. But at work? You’ll get the same stern, demanding attending you’ve always had." He raises an eyebrow, gauging her reaction. "Can you handle that?"

“Yes sir”

His lips twitch at her response. God, she was going to kill him with that mouth. He cleared his throat softly. "And one last question." He drops his hand to her waist possessively, though the touch is gentle. "Do you have a problem with dirty talk in the bedroom?"

“No it’s definitely incouraged” she purrs.

His eyes darken, crinkling at the corners as he suppresses a grin. "Good to know." He pulls her closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "Because I have a tendency to get... vocal. And I like to use my authority..."

she nods and kisses him more, “should I show you my bedroom?”

He groans softly into the kiss, his arms wrapping around her to pull her flush against him. When they break apart, he's breathing slightly heavier. "Lead the way." He winks, giving her backside a gentle squeeze as she turns to head upstairs.

He follows her into the bedroom, his imposing frame seeming even larger as he looms over her seated on the bed. He pauses, taking in her delicate form—she looked almost fragile compared to him. His expression softens with a tender smile. "Jesus, you're tiny."

she blushes.

He sits down next to her, his large hand covering her small one. He brings it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "I'm going to have to be careful with you." His other hand reaches up to cup her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

He leans down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it gently. He sucks softly, testing her reactions before switching to the other side. His large hand cups her small breast, thumbing the nipple he isn't suckling making her moan.

He releases her nipple with a wet pop, smirking at her moan. His hand trails down her stomach as he leans back to admire her half-naked form. "Such a sweet little moan from such a sweet girl." His fingers play with the waistband of her skirt teasingly.

“Please Robby” is all she can manage.

His eyes flash with hunger at the pleading tone in her voice. He quickly unbuttons her skirt, pushing it down her legs along with her panties. He spreads her thighs gently, his breath hitching at the sight of her bare pussy. "Fuck, you're so wet already."

He groans softly, his fingers tracing the soft folds gently. "I need to taste you." Without waiting for a response, he leans down and presses his mouth against her clit, sucking gently. His tongue flicks out, exploring her wetness with slow, deliberate strokes.

she moans and grinds softly against his face. His nose against her clit, his beard rubbing against her.

Robby lets out a muffled groan against her pussy, the vibrations sending pleasurable shocks through her. He grips her thighs tighter, holding her in place as she grinds against his face. His tongue delves deeper, fucking her small hole while his nose rubs circles on her clit.

she gasps, “oh fuck…”

Robby's fingers spread her lips open wider, giving him better access. He can feel her getting wetter and wetter against his face, her juices dripping down his chin. He pulls back slightly, spitting on her pussy before diving back in, his tongue lapping up her wetness.

she whines at the spit on her pussy, it was kinda erotic.

Robby hears her whine and smirks slightly. He spreads her legs wider and spits on her pussy again, watching as his saliva slides down her slit. He collects it with his tongue, pushing it back inside her.

gasps and rolls her hips, “fuck yes.. that’s so”

He cuts her off by sucking her clit hard into his mouth, his fingers finally pushing inside her tight pussy. He curls them, hitting that spot deep inside that makes her eyes roll back. "Mmm, you like that? You like me spitting on your pretty little cunt?"

she nods and mewls and her buck against his hand.

Robby keeps sucking and fingering her, his other hand reaching up to grab her hair and pull her head back. He loves seeing her like this, helpless and wet and fucking gorgeous. "Keep bucking that pretty pussy on my hand, baby."

she nods eagerly and keeps pace with his fingers.

He groans in approval, his fingers moving faster and harder inside her. He adds a third finger, stretching her tight pussy wider. His mouth never leaves her clit, sucking and licking with fervor. "Fuck, you're so sexy when you fuck my hand like that."

Feeling her pussy clench around his fingers, Robby knows she's close. He curls his fingers upwards, hitting her G-spot perfectly while his thumb presses down on her clit. His mouth releases her pussy with a wet pop as he commands, "Cum for me, baby."

she cums hard making Robby groans in satisfaction as he feels her pussy clench and pulse around his fingers. He keeps moving them inside her, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible. Her juices flow freely, coating his hand and dripping down his wrist. "That's it, baby."

Robby leans back on his knees, pulling his fingers out of her pussy with a wet sound. He brings them to his mouth and sucks her juices off each one, his eyes locked onto hers. "You have the sweetest little cunt, you know that?"

His eyes darken as he watches her breasts rise and fall with each breath she takes. He suddenly has an idea. He smirks and spreads her legs wider apart. Without warning, he spits right onto her pussy.

she gasps softly, “getting it slick huh”

Robby chuckles darkly. "Something like that. Though really, I just wanted an excuse to get my spit all over this gorgeous fucking pussy." He runs his fingers through his saliva coating her slit, spreading it around. "Mmm, even slicker now."

Robby's smirk widens as he sees her blush. He loves that she wants to fit him so badly. He keeps spreading his spit around her slick folds, getting them even wetter. He looks up at her, "You really want to take all of me, baby?"

Mhmm.

Robby's eyes gleam with possessive desire as he sees her eager nod. He adds another layer of spit to her pussy, making sure she's absolutely soaked. He grabs his thick, hard length and starts slowly pushing the head against her entrance. "Alright then, baby."

she nods and gasps as he slides in with ease.

Robby groans deeply as the head of his cock slides into her wet, tight pussy. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around him. He watches her face for any signs of discomfort, but all he sees is pure pleasure and desire.

she’s so slick it’s almost too fast the way he slides in.

Robby's eyes roll back as he feels her incredible wetness and tightness. He's halfway in and already feeling like he could come. He pulls back slightly, then pushes forward again, going deeper this time. The way she's so slick makes him slide in almost too easily.

He's three-quarters of the way in now, and it's getting harder to go slow. He can feel her stretching around him, taking him deeper than anyone else ever has. He looks down between their bodies, seeing his thick, long shaft disappearing into her tiny, wet opening.

Feels so good Robby.

Robby's chest swells with pride and lust at her words. He loves how perfectly she's taking him, squeezing him so tightly. He gives a final hard thrust, burying himself balls-deep inside her. "Fuck- I'm all the way in. feels incredible,"

“Mmm so full.” She mumbles.

He starts to slowly pump in and out, maintaining deep eye contact. The sight of her taking his full length makes him breathless. "Too much for my little good girl?" He teases, though his voice is already strained from holding back his own pleasure.

she arches, “perfect..”

He watches her arch her back, taking him even deeper. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her down onto him harder, filling her up to the brim. He can feel her tight opening stretching around his thick head every time he pulls out slightly. "My perfect, perfect girl,"

He starts to pick up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into her tiny opening. He can feel his heavy balls slapping against her backside with each thrust. He's never fit so perfectly inside anyone before, like she was made just for him.

“Mmm daddy” it tumbles outta her lips before she can stop it. The age gap between them was always hot to her. Being his resident and he’s her attending. The power dynamic is almost same as dom and sub.

He freezes mid-thrust, his eyes darkening as he hears the word "Daddy" escape her lips.

His smirk widens. He finds this conversation way too hot. He nuzzles her neck, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "Do you like callin me daddy?" He asks softly, thrusting slow and deep again.

A low rumble of approval escapes him at her admission. He captures her lips in a hungry kiss, dominating her mouth like he's dominating her body. "Dirty little resident, getting off on calling your attending Daddy," he teases between kisses, his hips maintaining a steady, rhythmic thrust.

she whines and nods against her bed.

He breaks the kiss to watch her face as he thrusts deep and hard, his thickness spreading her wide. He knows she's never been stretched like this before.

He starts to move faster, his hips slapping against hers with a wet, rhythmic sound. He knows she's close to the edge, and he wants to push her over it. "Daddy's big cock feels good in your little pussy, doesn't it?"

she nods and whines “yes.. yes”

"Fuck, you're gonna make Daddy cum so deep inside you." He reaches down between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in firm circles. "Cum on my dick like a good girl. Show Daddy how much you love his big cock."

"Jesus Christ." He watches as she throws her head back, tits bouncing, back arched. She's the sexiest thing he's ever seen. He loses control, his hips stuttering as he releases hot, thick ropes deep inside her. "Damn it."

He slowly pulls out and props himself up on one elbow, studying her flushed face with a mix of satisfaction and something almost tender. His fingers trace patterns on her collarbone. "Look what you did to your daddy." He nods down at his glistening cock, still semi-hard.

she smiles lazily “mhmm”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head in amused disbelief. "You've utterly ruined me, you know that?" He leans in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, then rests his forehead against hers. "How am I supposed to concentrate on work tomorrow after this?"

she smiles.

"And don't even get me started on how I'm going to sleep tonight, knowing your sweet little pussy is soaking wet with my cum." He groans, shifting his hips slightly, his cock twitching against her thigh. "Fuck, I'm getting hard again."

He rolls his hips against her, letting her feel his growing erection. "You little minx. You know what you do to me." He kisses her deeply, his hands roaming over her curves possessively. "I should probably let you rest, but fuck if I can resist this pussy."

“We could cuddle with it in?”

He lets out a deep, rumbling laugh, pulling her close against his chest. "You're too fucking perfect." He spoons behind her, allowing his hardening cock to nestle between her thighs from behind. "Cuddling with my dick inside, hmm?"

she puts her leg over his thigh to open herself more.

He groans deeply, feeling his cock slide deeper into her wet heat. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. "Fucking hell." He kisses her shoulder gently. "This is the best kind of cuddling." His cock throbs inside her.

they both fall asleep. Robby doesn’t mean to til he wakes up to his alarm for work. Shit.. he spent the night…

He jolts awake, his alarm blaring loudly. He blinks rapidly, realizing he's still buried deep inside you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. "Shit," he mutters, glancing at the clock. "I have to be at the hospital in an hour and a half."

she nods, “you can shower here.. put on your scrubs and go..”

“Mhm." He carefully pulls out, wincing slightly. He swipes his thumb between your legs gently, checking if you're sore. "Damn," he mutters softly, then heads to the shower. He quickly washes up, then pulls on his scrubs.

she stays asleep since he’s making her take the week off after her shoulder Injury, “have a good day”

He pauses in the doorway, looking back at you sleeping peacefully. He smiles softly, shaking his head. "You too," he murmurs softly. He grabs his bag and headphones, then leaves the apartment, locking the door behind him. He walks to the hospital, listening to his favorite playlist.

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The science of love 🌙 ch 4

Call of Duty AU ✨ Poly!141 x Nikolai x hybrid!Reader ✨ MDNI ✨ Explicit ✨ ao3

<- last chapter x next chapter ->

Tags: F!reader, hybrid reader, description of former torture, dubcon and noncon, rape, hybrid!people being kept as pets, Call of duty alternative universe, dark, angst to comfort, kinda in a fucked up way ya know, punishments, spanking, mistreatment and abuse to hybrids, the dove is dead, or at least its close to death, heat/mating cycles (no omegaverse), no pregnancy, reader knows how to stand up for herself, anger issues, animal tails and ears, trauma, violence, angst, collars, rough sex, breeding kink, threesome, orgy basically, everyone is fucking your honor, enemies to lovers, piss kink, reader has a pussy, chubby!reader, hurt!reader, pet names, a couples of OCs here and there, gotta add some extra backgrounds character ya know, vague mentions of a character’s death in the past (it’s Roach. Sorry Roach lovers.)

A/n: ahem, this one is angsty, remember the tags. Also Angus Macgyver and Jack Dalton from Macgyver 2016 kinda appears in this chapter and i have no other excuse than the fact that i love them. Mwah.

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“How did you learn all of this?”

“You mean how can I be smart and be a hybrid?” You asked back sarcastically, watching the woman who in return looked back at you like she was bored, so you added a snappy “are you also amazed by the fact that I can read and spell, lady?”

By the look that grew on her face, you were pretty sure she was as annoyed at you, as you were with her.

“Behave.” It was a simple word coming from the grim reaper in the corner, yet it was a strong warning. You were honestly relieved that you were still too beat up to be actually punished… because you were pretty sure it might involve a spanking or perhaps running rounds on a field, as if you were one of their small privates.

You let out a tired sigh, tipping your one good hybrid ear towards the woman, who had introduced herself as Kate Laswell a little earlier.

You had seen her before, yet you hadn’t really cared about her - you tried not to care about any of them. Despite the collar still resting around your neck, you were not going to stay around.

As for Laswell, you had a suspicion that she wasn’t going to leave without any answers - and you didn’t really have any urge to spill many secrets.

“I learned it the way everyone learns things. From being taught and through trial and error,” you finally replied, crossing your still bandaged hands, “but I assume you want to know who exactly taught me?”

“Yes.”

“A scientist.”

“Kitty.” The warning tone was back. It was still an awful name, chosen without your consent. As always. You gave him a nasty look, rolled your eyes before continuing.

“Fine, fine - when they first took me, there were several scientists around. I knew how to read beforehand, so I was their assistant for a while, learning how to do certain things.”

“Did your owner sell you to them?”

You snapped your mouth shut again. You leant back in the bed some more, ears tipping backwards a little. Some things were better left in the past. Your tail rose a little, but you knew there was not much scary about you right now.

“Listen, we cannot help you wi—“

“With what? I’m not going back to any of my former owners and I don’t really wanna stay with Jack Skeleton either.”

“You are walking the line—“ said skeleton man began but you merely ignored him, cutting him off.

”They’re dead - all of the scientists are dead! What good will it do for me to tell you?” You snarled at the woman, ears tipping backwards in anger, “You knowing who they were, can never bring them back! I lived with them for ten years! Do you have any idea what it’s like to be the last one standing now? And I’m not even a human, I’m not even considered a person! I’m even less than they ever were, even when captured!”

The room was silent for two heartbeats and the anger that made you growl out the truth, disappeared again.

You closed your mouth, immediately regretting everything you had just said, all of the details you had let slip. A deep growl left you, as the woman took a couple of notes; the urge to jump up and take the notebook was big, rip the pages about you apart with your teeth, while snarling like a feral dog.

Maybe even swallowing a couple of the pieces, just for good measure. You could feel saliva collecting in your mouth, teeth baring, your body beginning to tense up, ready to jump and-

”Behave,” Ghost took a hold of your collar, giving it a little tug towards him - when the fuck had he even moved? - his hand didn’t hurt you, instead it moved to gently run along your shaved head, making you freeze as he scratched the spot behind one of your ears, “thank you for telling us, Kitty, but no growling.”

”Go fuck yourself.” You muttered, making the giant huff.

”So, you’re at least 20, I presume?” She asked but you looked away, down at the duvet and then at your bandaged ankle. You had let too much slip. Much of the information they would figure out along the way, but still. You didn’t like this.

She turned a few pages in a file, then spoke again, as if you hadn’t fully ignored her question.

”There are mentions of a Dr. B. Agerdrup - a biologist and chemist - together with a Dr. K. Peko, a surgeon and described as an expert in blood experiments,” Laswell said and you stared down at the duvet covering your lower body, “Did you meet them?”

You ignored her. Ignored Ghost as he gave your human ear a little tug, in an attempt to get a reaction from you

Laswell took a file from beneath her notepad, rummaging through a couple of pages.

”Throughout the years of the files, a person appears regularly, only going by the name Dog, sometimes just D,” Laswell continued, her voice calm, “Am I right to assume that this is you?”

You tried not remembering their faces, yet they flashed by as you closed your eyes; you remembered their names, their ages, their voices. The way their hands felt when they stroked your cheek or how they would all attempt to keep the guards from you.

You still knew how they liked their coffee or tea and their different, preferred ways of taking notes.

It was the memories of them smiling, when they had told you about their life outside, about how they had all been promised to let go after you all finished the project. The moment they could create the serums together, and finish the weapons, they would all be free - you included.

Angus, sweet and kind Angus, had promised he would bring you with him, so that you wouldn’t just be sold to somebody. That he would make sure you could get a nice life with him and his longtime boyfriend, who was out in the world somewhere, no doubt still looking for his fiance. He had proposed, just before they took Angus.

He promised you a life with them, a promise and a dream that kept you going, both of you, throughout the years. A life with love, without pain. A life where you could be happy, maybe go somewhere else in the world together with him… have your own room, your own safe space. Never be chained again. A life where you could love who you wanted, touch who you wanted, be loved, be…

The two people in the room kept talking, but you weren’t hearing them, not really. In your mind you were together with Angus and the other scientists, walking on a beach in Italy, like one of them, one of the sweetest women you had ever met, had talked about. Going to her hometown, a small Italian village, enjoy the warmth of the sun. You would all have sand between your toes, Agerdrup would grumble about it, Kenny would try to push Angus into the water, his fiance trying to save him, Beatrice almost falling over with laughter, and you would chase seagulls all day long.

Hands cradled your face and for a moment, a short moment, you were convinced it was Angus, who did so; that he was alive, that it was his hands, warm and gentle, touching you while telling you something completely meaningless, so you didn’t get too lost in your thoughts.

Even when Angus had been dying, he had kept promising that all of you would leave together, voice shaky and weak; by then you had known they were all lies, not malicious ones, but desperate ones. He believed in those lies himself, in a self soothing way to survive and continue. Even into death. You had lied too then, hoping it would ease his fears and pains, so you had promised Jack, his fiance, would be there any minute to save them, and he had seemed to believe you, even though, deep inside, you had both known it wasn’t the truth.

The guards had let you and Agerdrup hold Angus as he passed away, blond hair sprawled across your lap. The two of you had attempted to make sure Angus wasn’t in too much pain. You hadn’t been sure whether he was, but he looked relieved when he took his last breath.

Now, was he cradling your face? Had you died?

You blinked, confused over the tears in your eyes for a second; then the voice of the man cradling your face in his big hands, returned. The smells of the rooms in your prison for a decade disappeared, replaced by a scent of gunpowder and cigarettes.

”Breathe for me, Kitty,” Ghost’s voice was gentle, even though he told you as an order, “C’mon, Kitty, be good and take a deep breath, yeah?”

You let out a whine, your mind desperately trying to get back to Angus, claw your way back to Italy with your scientist family, to live in a daydream where none of them died. Desperate to hear their voices, desperate to find a way back to them.

”Do it,” He kept his voice gentle but the command was stronger, and your inner hybrid was screaming at you to be a good girl and do as told.

Your lungs burned painfully when you finally managed to take a breath; it created a painful chain reaction of burning gasps and whines, your lungs filling up with warm embers, unable to cool down. The breaths almost hurt more than you felt worth it.

Pain. So much pain. Who was going to save you from that? Who would take away your precious memories, that haunted you deeply, and help you survive without them?

It took you a good couple of minutes to get your breathing under control, to be able to see the skull wearing man in front of you, to no longer attempt to go back to Italy; he was softly cooing, whispering praises.

Laswell was gone. You weren’t sure when she had left, but you didn’t really care. Ghost kept telling you it was alright, that you were a good puppy.

You didn’t feel like one.

You bit his gloved thumb. It was a pathetic attempt at gaining some power. There was barely any force behind it really and Ghost hardly acknowledged it. Just made a couple of clicking sounds with his tongue, keeping eye contact with you. You were the one to give in, letting go of his thumb, licking your lips, looking away as your ears tipped down.

Ghost patted your head.

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Simon stared up at the ceiling of the bedroom. Nikolai crawled over Johnny who let out an annoyed sound, then Ghost, he could lay next to Ghost, pressed against the wall. He let out a pleased groan as he settled and out of reflex, Simon turned, leaning forward to him, meeting the older man’s lips in a kiss. The Russian man let out a pleased hum.

“Still thinking about Kitty, da?”

“She disappeared into her mind.” Simon knew what it was like. To suddenly stop breathing, stuck somewhere in the past, but the change in you had been so sudden, that it caught him off guard. He had sent Laswell away, so he could help you himself.

The sooner you got out of that bed, the better.

“Whether she wants to admit it or not, she has been through some hard things, ” John said from the other end of the bed, looking up from his book, reading glasses resting on his nose, “ you’re helping her, Simon. Even if she doesn’t know it.”

Simon looked at his boyfriend for a moment. He knew the older man was right, knew that the moment he could get you up and going, things would become easier. Then he looked away again. What if it didn’t become easier?

What if you ended up spending most of your time in the kennel on the base? Surrounded by working hybrids who you couldn’t relate to. Without some sort of goal, without proper relationships, would that be worse than the place you had been held captive at for a decade?

Simon was itching to give you a routine to follow, to give you simple rules and watch you flourish. To help you not hate every single human being you came across. He wanted to kiss you, and show you pleasure when you behaved and, gods, if he didn’t want to spank your arse sore from your constant snapbacks.

He wanted to show you that they weren’t like your captors. That they would not let your fur turn into matts or let you become weak and sick. They would take care of you.

“She is gonna bite your fingers off, Si,” Gaz muttered, face pressed against the pillow, as if he was ready to be knocked out. Like a philosophical thought before bed.

“Ach, as if Simon will let ‘er,” Johnny answered before Simon could say anything, “nah, wee thing is gonna bite yer arse off, Garrick.”

“Not his ass,” Nikolai muttered into Simon’s skin, rather dramatically, “I am fond of said arse.”

John gave Kyle a couple of pats on the ass, as if to silently agree with the last statement .

Simon huffed at their talk. He wouldn’t let you bite Kyle’s ass - not unless he asked, of course - but he would help you learn not to bite, unless when told to. A muzzle. He should probably order a nice muzzle, one that wouldn’t be too uncomfortable to wear.

“I’ll make sure your ass stays safe,” Simon dryly noted.

Simon hadn’t been able to save Roach. He had been a real struggle too, especially in the beginning, but he had ended up as a really good boy. Devoted. Kind. Perfect. Simon hadn’t been able to save him, but he was going to save you.

Whether you wanted to or not.

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You growled, forcing yourself harder into the corner of the room.

They weren’t here yet, but right now, escaping didn’t seem like a likely possibility - sadly. The nurses were all speaking, trying to calm you down, though they all looked afraid of you; in truth, you didn’t like the idea of people fearing you, but if that was the price of escaping, then you would pay it.

One of them, a bigger guy stepped forward and you tipped your ears even further back, snarling loudly at him. You had already bitten one of them, you liked to think that they didn’t want to get bitten too.

Your foot in the cast hurt a bit, but it wasn’t worse than some things you had tried before. It was odd to be fully up and walking, even if you hadn’t walked long.

As you took a step forward, they all took one back. Good. Good, maybe this was your chance.

The moment you heard one of them mentioning sedatives, you snapped. You had tried being shot with a dart of sedatives before - it wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but even worse, it meant you would lose consciousness, then go back to square one. If not with worse possibilities of escaping, since they would probably up the safety around you.

You had forced some of your claws out - the ones you had left - proving and though your fingers hurt from the mere idea of them getting stuck in something, you didn’t care.

Filled with momentarily courage, you charged towards the little group of nurses. You had no actual intention of attacking them, but you weren’t going to tell them that. In all honesty, you were surprised by the fact that they stumbled backwards, out of the room, almost falling over each other.

You used the moment to dart out, running rather awkwardly, trying to get as far away as possible.

However, your success was momentary.

Big arms circled you from behind, fully lifting your chubby body off the ground, seemingly with no effort at all. You snarled and twisted in the grip, claws digging into any exposed skin you could reach, barking and screaming. While kicking the man, who let out a grunt of pain from the claws in his skin, you attempted to twist enough to bite his face. It was all out of instinct, of anger and desperation.

You recognised the voice, the strong Russian accent, but you refused to give up.

One of the arms around your chest let go, and in the next moment a hand curled around your face, fully covering your eyes. He kept speaking, telling you it was okay, to calm down, as if you couldn’t smell his blood, feel it wet your fingertips.

It wasn’t going to be okay - you wouldn’t be free, you wouldn’t…

Much to your confusion, your body just…

Calmed down.

You let out a frustrated growl, but you stopped kicking - or at least kicking as hard as before. His breath tickled the little fur that was growing on your dog ears. His grip around your waist became gentler.

Darkness overwhelmed your mind. Somehow making you more calm and you hated it. Hated how you barely fought as he pulled you back towards the room.

A needle pushed into your arm then. Growling seemed meaningless. You whimpered instead.

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A groan left your lips. Your head was pounding, your lips dry. You let out a yawn, only to blink tiredly when the movement felt restricted.

There was something on your face. You felt like you were underwater as you raised a hand, touching your face.

Leather. Metal.

You blinked a little harder, forcing your eyes to remain open this time. Only to meet the stare of your so-called new “owner”. Quite an angry, cold stare, the big mountain of a man. He had crossed arms, one of his balaclavas with a skull painted on - yet it was easy to see he was upset - as well as a pair of leather cuffs in his hands.

Shit. You were in trouble. You had known you would be from the start, as soon as the nurse grumbled that you were an annoying mutt - that she didn’t understand why they hadn’t put you down instead - because then your teeth had sunk into her hand. The blood had tasted like bitter, metallic victory, even if you had essentially proved her right.

Perhaps they should have put you down. But they hadn’t. You had made that her problem. Had you been more awake, you might have hoped the bite would get infected.

Finally your mind caught up with you. The leather and metal on your face, well head really, was a muzzle. The metal in front let you breathe freely, but kept you from biting anyone.

You let out a little whimper, ears tipping down as Simon just stared at you. Disappointment. It had been a while since that had affected you, but as the two of you almost had a silent conversation, you actually felt ashamed.

“Care to explain yourself?” Finally, he broke the silence, even if a part of you would have preferred to keep it. You were in a different bed, but still in the medical wing. The bandages on your hands were gone. Your fingers were sore, but they seemed to be doing alright.

You weren’t really sure what to tell him. You were too busy fearing what the punishment would be. All the time, the man had promised he would punish you when you weren’t as sick. He had been clear when he had told you his rules. You misbehave, you earn a punishment.

“Well?” You flinched at his word, casting another glance at him, ears still down, tail thumping pathetically against the mattress, hoping he would be a little nicer.

“You’re going to be punished no matter what, Kitty,” he pointed out when you still didn’t say anything, seemingly not softening up at all, “So you might as well give me a good reason.”

You swallowed hard. Your throat felt dry, but you doubted he was in the mood to help you drink water.

“She - the nurse,” you managed, unsure of how to make him understand, understand the frustration and anger that had overwhelmed you, her words flipping a switch in your mind, “She said I was a mutt… that.. that you should just have put me down.”

Simon stared at you, brows furrowing for a moment, before tipping his head to the side.

”So you decided to prove her point, then?” His words were harsh, “Do you think that gives you an excuse to bite her?”

You looked away. The guards in the base had always been mean to you. Snarling all kinds of shit while forcing themselves upon you. Calling you all kinds of things, just to see what would make you snap.

You found yourself nodding, still refusing to meet his gaze, until a deep sigh escaped him. You dared to peek over at him, watching him pinch the bridge of his nose. You didn’t say anything, though you really wanted to repeat your point. Why should you be nice to her when she said that?

”One thing was biting her, Kitty,” Simon finally said, before he looked up again, anger visible again as he all but hissed, “another fuckin’ thing was biting Nikolai. What the fuck makes you think you can hurt my partner?”

You let out a little whimper. You knew something was up with the two of them - with all of them really. You hadn’t really thought that much about it. Whether they all were fucking or not didn’t matter. You just wanted to be free.

“I’m sorry.” You actually meant it. Genuinely, you felt a little bad for biting Nikolai. Even if he had caught you and stopped you from escaping. Bastard. Still.

”You will fuckin’ be,” he stood up so suddenly it almost made you jump, “move so your on your stomach.”

You blinked for a moment at his request. Whatever he wanted to do, you already knew that you didn’t want to be a part of it.

Your ears tipped more backwards, a low growl leaving you, a wordless refusal.

”It wasn’t a fuckin’ offer,” he snapped, “It’s a command. Roll over.”

”Fuck you.”

”You’re not making it better for yourself.”

”I’m gonna —“

You didn’t manage to say anymore, because the next moment, the mountain of a man was on the bed, manhandling you. Biting him was not possible thanks to the fucking muzzle on your head and he barely gave you a moment to scratch him.

In the matter of seconds he got your arms behind your back and pulled over his lap on your stomach. You had almost forgotten about the leather cuffs in his hand, but as they were close around each of your wrists, you let out a scared whine.

”No, no, no, I'll be good, I’m sorry—“

“Too fuckin’ late, you brat,” he hissed - and then to your horror, he easily pulled down the sweatpants you wore, your eyes widening. You trashed with renewed energy, letting out a panicked howl, but it was no use.

His big hand collided with your soft, exposed, bare ass, the sound almost echoing in the room, while you let out a howl of pain.

You could barely distinguish the words that escaped you, as you desperately begged him to stop.

Slap.

Slap.

Yet, Simon was merciless, repeatedly spanking your ass. Each hit was hard, never landing the same place as the former, somehow hurting more and more each time. He ignored your angry growls, your pitiful howls of pain and then, the loud sobs as you cried. No, you almost wailed, as the man continued to spank you.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Your skin felt afire. It was like you were stuck in a nightmare, constantly looping around, pain ever present; you heard him grunt, whether from anger or exhaustion you didn’t know, but it didn’t seem to make a difference. He kept going.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

At some point, it was like your mind left your body. You could hear yourself whimper and whine, hear his hand colliding in another spank.

Slap. Slap.

You were hiding your face in the bedsheets, tears and snot soaking the inside of the muzzle, sliding through the metal bars and onto the fabric beneath you. Your body had gone fully lax, no longer tensing up with each hit. A part of you had given up, accepted that you had no control over the moment, that he was the one to decide whether you would receive pain or not.

It took a good few seconds before you registered his soft voice. Felt his short nails scratch your still quite short hair, still looking so close to buzz cut. It felt good. Better than you wanted to admit.

The spanks had stopped. You sniffled, letting out another little sob, the big man shushing you. His other hand moved to your ass again and for a moment you expected him to hit you once again. Instead it rested against your burning skin, which somehow felt nice. You felt yourself whining, but accepted it.

”Took it so well,” he said, “just had to get into it, yeah? Understand who is in control?”

You nodded, face still pressed against the bed. You almost felt like you were floating.

“You’re not going to bite Nikolai again - or any of the others. Is that understood?” His voice turned a little harder.

You nodded again. His hand stopped petting your arse, instead one of them dug into your skin, grabbing a handful of your burning flesh, making you cry out.

”Is. That. Understood?”

”Yessir,” you hurried to say, wincing at the pain, the feeling of his nails digging into your poor skin, “yes sir, i understand, im sorry, im not gonn’ bite ‘im or any of the others.”

His grip loosened. Then his hand went back to petting your ass.

”Good girl,” he muttered.

[hinmotion]

Interesting things I noted from The Next Prince Ep. 0

ignore the grammar, typos if any because I typed these while watching U⁠ ⁠´⁠꓃⁠ ⁠`⁠ ⁠U

So these are the things that are hardest to do in filming? Animals, children, effects , rope slings.

"Nothing was generated by AI." Hell yeah fuck AI. I could complain about DMD for a tons of things but their commitment and dedication for their craft are admirable. Please continue this for future series!!! I can wait!!!

"We didn't buy stock footage." So they contacted their England team to film scenes with the same cameras and lens. P'Aof also said it's Hollywood level equipment but I know nothing about cameras and lens to recognize them LOL.

THE ORCHESTRA!!!!

Okayyy, I feel like the TNP production functions with 1 rule: we have already done this much, might as well go all in, like setting up an entire castle to film >>> rent an actual sports stadium + provide professional fencing training for all actors that involved in fencing scenes anyways.

They got a fencing expert / instructor (?) on set.

Ohmkrit was sobbing after a scene, I assume, and was soothed by the acting coach - Kru Den. Maybe inappropriate but he is so pretty even when he cries...

Really surprised about how Kru Den works. I always thought that everyone study their characters during the workshop, not like a preparation before class thing. Kinda unrelated but this suddenly remind me of that one viral tweet where people were praising the veteran actors entering the BL industry by talking down to BL actors and someone replied something along the lines of "You only watched them 1 time when they debuted and claimed they're stiff but never bother to watch their 2nd, 3rd series where they're not stiff anymore. The veteran actors also have the same issue in their career but it's always the BL actors being dragged."

Hearing senior actors from outside of DMD praising Nunew is so heartwarming. He is so talented, determined and kind. Also happy that the DMD boys got the chance to work closely and observe the senior actors to develop their skills.

Gosh, Kru Den works so hard and has a special bond with TNP, but some weirdos decided just because he was on the Khemjira set not the TNP set for a few days that he hated this series and wanted it to be done with, so they harassed him for days. He deserves an apology but I know they will never feel guilty about it. Truly I hate them and I hope them burn.

Through this documentary, you can see how much love, care and dedication they put into this series. I love that it shows how Mandee, and by extension, DMD view their production and talents, and I'm excited for their future series if they keep these work ethics. And like P'Aof and Kru Den said, they have done everything they can, they have gone all in and once it airs, it belongs to the world, it's up to the viewers, so hopefully, it will, not be the greatest or the best, but be worth the wait and anticipation.

[thenewestxmen]

So I’m a little wee bit malnourished, and they are for different reasons than this, but regardless, I made this, and it’s if Wade just didn’t eat.

Logan thought Wade was fine. Sure, he couldn’t maintain a relationship with a stripper or get recruited by either the X-men or Avengers, but Logan assumed he was fine. That is, until Logan moved in.

They both liked each other and both recognized the feeling, so they started dating pretty much right after the whole Void situation.

Logan thought he was the only person with mental issues, but boy was he wrong.

The first time Logan saw Wade greet Althea, Al told Wade to eat. Not a hello, not a “you were gone for almost a fucking month” no. Just, “wade, eat.”

Logan thought nothing of it. When Althea moved out that week, Al told Logan when Wade was out, “both you and I know that Wade is a dumbass. He ignores eating. Wont do it. Get him to eat, healing factor or not.” Althea said.

Logan nodded, but he started to realize what was going on. Wade hardly ever ate, he noticed that much. In the void, the only thing Logan had ever seen him eat was that expired can of SPAM. And a few bites at that. 

That day, Laura came over, it was early afternoon and Wade and Logan were sitting on the couch.

“Hey bub?”

“Peanut?” Wade said in a high pitched, sing song voice.

“You hungry? Haven’t seen you eat yet.”

“I’m a-ok Angel tits!”

That was attempt one. Attempt two:

“Hey papi?” Laura coo’d. “I made two sandwiches, want one?”

Wade gave a smile, “sorry Smollverine, already ate today.”

Third. That was when Logan lost his patience.

“Wade, eat.” He said.

“You sound like that old blind bastard.” Wade commented.

“Wade, I’m serious, please eat. You haven’t eaten anything all day, and nothing yesterday either.” Logan said, cupping wades neck.

“Logan, no.”

He started getting more pissed. “Why not?”

Wade looked down, “I’m not hungry.” 

“Bull”

“I’m not!”

“Why won’t you eat Wade?!”

“It’s nothing!”

“Wade tell me!”

“Because I don’t deserve it!” Wade said, voice raised, usual smile absent, and shoulders unusually tense.

Wade refused to look at Logan.

“Because if I eat, then people will think I’m disgusting, and I’ll hate how I look even more. I hate it. And I just forget to eat in general, even if I’m hungry. Even if I’m dizzy. I’ll be fine. My healing factor won’t let me die.” Wade whispered. Logan’s heart sank.

Those thoughts… when Logan first met Wade at that sleazy bar in his original universe, he thought Wade was some trashy lunatic with a trashy life but wouldn’t let it get to him. Now, Logan truly looked at his boyfriend. His eyes glossed, even though Wade had probably not had a sip of water in weeks. His torso seemed more bony, less strong than he’d originally seen.

“Wade…” logan said. He didn’t know how to continue.

“I’m sorry. I’m being too dramatic aren’t I?” Wade said.

He was apologizing.

Wade looked up, plastering a grin onto his mouth, shoulders forced down, but the hurt, the refusal to take care of himself was in his eyes.

“That was reality show dramatic huh? I should be on the Kardashians or something!” He said in his usual cheerful tone. 

Logan just stared. He acted like his life was a constant performance to look perfect. Logan pursed his lips.

Logan stepped closer to Wade.

“Wade…” Logan started, unsure where he was going but didn’t care.

“You could never look disgusting or less handsome. I love you no matter what. If you ate a family serving at a chimichanga buffet or just ate a sandwich. But I can’t leave you here to whither away, even if your healing factor keeps you alive. Wade I love you. More than I had ever loved and I have been alive more than 200 fucking years. Just eat, drink. Please. You could never be disgusting to me.” His words steady. 

Wades grin had dropped completely, he was obviously uncomfortable. 

“Okay…”

“What was that?” Logan smirked

“I said OK! Now where’s that sandwich Laura made?!” Wade said scowling dramatically.

“In the fridge.” Logan said, unable to stop the grin that reached his eyes

authors note: guys pls take care yourselves, make sure you eat and drink water every day (I’m being extremely hypocritical but idc, EAT!)

[thirteenheavens]

Hey i'm pretty to ask me for really love your fanfictions are so good i love your way that you write joshua so i was really hoping if you can write one about joshua and the reader and i going up for dinner and it's super romantic and he just absolutely like obsessed with her like that video of cole sprouse and barbara palvin with vogue. they are just so in love with each other and he just say she's so sexy and make it with smut please. Sorry for the long ask 👀

Back at the hotel|| Hong Joshua

Notes: I’m really treating you today guys hehe enjoy!!

The sun sets over the picturesque seaside town, casting a warm golden glow on the cobblestone streets. You and Joshua walk hand in hand towards the restaurant, your footsteps echoing against the stone.

"You look stunning tonight," Joshua says for the third time, his eyes roaming over your dress. "I can't believe you're all mine." He pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as you walk. Every now and then, he'll stop to pull you into a secluded corner and kiss you passionately, as if he can't bear to keep his hands off you for even a moment.

Inside the restaurant, he orders the most expensive wine and watches intently as you take your first sip. "You know," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "I could watch you drink all night. The way your lips move when you swallow..." Throughout the meal, Joshua keeps finding excuses to touch you - a hand on your thigh, a gentle caress of your hair, his foot rubbing against yours under the table. He leans in close whenever he speaks to you, his breath hot against your ear.

"I want to take you back to the hotel right now," he growls, his eyes dark with desire. "I don't care about dessert. I just want you."

"Oh, Joshua," you say between bites of your meal, trying to ignore his constant advances. "We just got here. Can't we at least finish dinner first?" But Joshua isn't listening. He's too busy watching the way your lips wrap around the fork, too distracted by the way your dress hugs your curves.

"You're killing me, Y-N," he groans, shifting in his seat as he struggles to contain himself. "The way you eat is driving me crazy." He takes a sip of his wine and leans back in his chair, trying to regain some semblance of control. But his eyes keep wandering back to you, hungry and possessive.

"I'm going to devour you as soon as we get back to the hotel," he promises, his voice thick with lust. "And I don't care who sees." Joshua can't seem to take his eyes off you throughout the entire dinner, his gaze filled with an intensity that borders on obsession. He smiles at you with such love and adoration that it makes your heart skip a beat.

"You're everything to me, you know that?" he says softly, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. "I don't know what I'd do without you." He caresses your hand with his thumb, tracing circles on your skin as he watches you eat. Every now and then, he'll bring your hand to his lips and kiss it, murmuring sweet nothings about how beautiful you are.

"I love the way you laugh, the way you smile," he continues, his eyes never leaving your face. "The way you make me feel alive. I don't think I've ever been this happy before." As the meal comes to an end, Joshua insists on ordering dessert. "I want to spoil you," he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You deserve it." He feeds you bites of chocolate cake and cream, his fingers brushing against your lips with every mouthful. The tension between you grows thicker with each passing moment, and you can feel his desire for you simmering just beneath the surface.

"I think it's time we get out of here," he whispers huskily, signaling for the check. "I can't wait any longer." He practically drags you out of the restaurant, his hand gripping yours tightly as he leads you down the street towards the hotel. The night air is cool against your skin, but Joshua's presence is like a furnace beside you, radiating heat and desire.

"Someone's eager," you giggle, trying to match his pace as he hurries towards the hotel. Joshua smirks and glances at you, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You have no idea how much I want you right now," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I've been thinking about this all day." He pushes open the door to the hotel and guides you towards the elevator, his hands on your hips as he steers you inside. The doors slide shut and he presses you against the wall, his body pinning you in place.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I might have a kink for chocolate," he murmurs, nuzzling your neck. "Especially when it's on your lips." As the elevator dings and the doors open, Joshua pulls away from you reluctantly. "Come on, we're almost there," he says, taking your hand and leading you down the hallway to your room.

Once inside, he locks the door behind you and turns to face you, his eyes dark with desire. "Now," he growls, backing you towards the bed, "where were we?" He pushes you down onto the mattress and crawls on top of you, his body pressing you into the soft sheets. His hands roam over your body as he kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours.

"I want to taste every inch of you," he whispers against your lips, his fingers finding the zipper of your dress. "I want to make you mine."

"I'm already yours," you gasp, arching into his touch as he slowly unzips your dress. "You know that." Joshua grins and kisses your neck, his fangs grazing your skin. "I love hearing you say that," he murmurs, pushing the dress down your shoulders and exposing your bra. "But I still need to remind you." He takes his time undressing you, his lips and hands exploring every part of your body as he goes. When you're finally naked beneath him, he pauses to admire the view, his eyes roaming over your curves hungrily.

"Beautiful," he breathes, leaning down to kiss your stomach. "Absolutely beautiful." As Joshua stands up to remove his clothes, you can see the bulge in his pants growing even larger. He watches you watch him, a sly smile on his face.

"Like what you see?" he asks, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. "I know I like what I see." He shrugs off his shirt and lets it fall to the floor, revealing his toned chest and abs. His hands move to his belt buckle, and he undoes it with deliberate slowness, enjoying the way your eyes follow his every move.

"Are you ready for me?" he asks, stepping out of his pants and boxers in one fluid motion. His erection springs free, hard and throbbing as he stands before you completely naked. You can't help but stare at Joshua's impressive size, your mouth watering at the sight of him. He grins at your reaction and moves closer, his hand wrapping around his cock as he strokes it slowly.

"Like I said, you're mine," he repeats, his voice husky with desire. "And I'm going to take you now." He crawls back onto the bed and positions himself between your legs, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance. "Are you ready for me to fill you up?" he asks, his eyes locked on yours. You nod eagerly, spreading your legs wider in invitation. Joshua groans at the sight and pushes into you slowly, his cock stretching you open as he claims you completely.

As Joshua bottoms out inside you, he lets out a low growl of pleasure. "Fuck, you feel so good," he mutters, his forehead pressed against yours. He begins to move, his hips thrusting in and out of you in a steady rhythm. The room fills with the sounds of your moans and his grunts, the bed creaking beneath the weight of your passion.

"You're mine," he chants, his hands gripping your hips as he picks up the pace. "Mine, mine, mine." He reaches down to rub your clit, his fingers working in tandem with his thrusts to bring you closer to the edge. "Come for me, baby," he urges, his voice strained with effort. "Let me feel you cum on my cock." You can feel the pressure building inside you, your body tightening around Joshua's as he continues to pound into you. His fingers are relentless on your clit, driving you higher and higher towards your peak.

"I'm so close," you gasp, your nails digging into his back as you cling to him. "Joshua, please..." He leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he thrusts even deeper. "Cum for me, baby," he growls against your mouth. "Cum with me."

With one final thrust, you shatter around him, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. Joshua follows seconds later, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his hot cum. He collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your high. Joshua rolls off of you, pulling you into his arms as he nuzzles your neck. "That was incredible," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your skin.

You cuddle up to him, feeling content and sated in his embrace. "You were amazing," you reply, tracing patterns on his chest with your finger. He smiles and pulls the covers over you both, holding you close as you start to drift off to sleep. "I love you," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

As you fall asleep, you feel his arms tighten around you, and you know that no matter what, he'll always be there to protect you and make you feel loved.

[paulyenvol6]

To Lose Yourself (Chapter 2)

Contains: little bit of fighting, flirting, invasion of privacy

Wordcount: 3,055

Masterlist of this story

She sighed deeply and entangled her hands on her stomach.

"What is it now?" Alicent asked with a clearly annoyed tone and arched her neck to look at her little sister that rested her head on her legs.

"Nothing," Anissa answered at once.

"Then why are you sighing like this? I can't concentrate on my book."

"Sorry," she spoke and rolled her eyes.

In this moment the door sprang open and Alicent accepted the fact that she wouldn't be able to read a little longer before supper so she put her book down. Anissa had lifted herself from her position and curiously looked at their father who had his face drawn with fury.

"Father, is everyhing alright?" Anissa asked with a friendly tone and despite sensing that his face softened a little when he put his eyes on his youngest daughter Anissa couldn't ignore his tense mouth. Otto sat down on the bed and ran his hand over her head and then pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"Yes. Just a little encounter with the king's brother."

"What happened?" his daugher asked and watched him with big eyes.

"That's not of importance for you. Don't worry, sweet child, nothing I won't be able to fix."

Anissa nodded with her head and then glanced at her sister.

"Can we please do anything? I'm so terribly bored and Alicent just wants to read all the time and so I've been staring at the ceiling for hours now."

Otto chuckled quietly while watching Alicent prepare herself to give a snappy answer but raised his voice before his eldest daughter could respond.

"I don't think there's enough time to do anything before supper, my dear. But afterwards we can do something. The three of us could go on a walk through the gardens, what do you say? Perhaps we will see some stars."

Anissa tilted her head thoughtfully but then nodded.

"Fine... But can't we go into the city? I always love it so much to see all the hustle and bustle and there is so much more going on than here in the keep."

Otto sighed and took his daughter's hand in his. "I know that you love it but it can be dangerous, sweetheart. There are drunk people that want to harm others and I don't wanna risk it. Here in the keep there are always guards that look out for us."

Anissa rolled her eyes but instantly regretted it when her father raised his eyebrows.

"Anissa. Don't be disrespectful."

"I'm sorry," the girl murmured and rolled to her other side. Otto's face softened up and he straightened up.

"No need to feel sad, daughter. It's time for supper now and I'm sure we will have a good time in the gardens. The sky is very clear tonight."

She nodded despite still not feeling entirely content but what else was she to do? Her father got off the bed offering her his hand and Anissa took it unwillingly.

"I'm not even that hungry," she continued to mumble and this time it was her sister who glanced at her.

"Must you always complain about everything, sister?"

This time she didn't bother to answer and just adjusted her dress so she looked presentable for supper. Once both sisters were ready to go Otto guided them out of the room and then to the familiar chambers of the king. Anissa nibbled at her thumb which her father commented with a dangerous look and a slight shake of his head. The girl sighed feeling very frustrated and annoyed for some reason but obeyed her father.

"Otto, Lady Alicent and Lady Anissa," were the words that brought her attention to the king who spread his arms to welcome the little family.

"Thank you for dining with me tonight."

"It is an honour, your grace."

Anissa followed her sister inside the room not paying any attention to her surroundings which instanty led to her almost bumping into a shelf.

"Careful," Alicent quietly hissed and gripped her arm to guide her to the table.

"I can do it on my own," she complained trying to shake off her sisters hand but she determindely glistened her eyes at her.

"Obviously you can't. Why can't you just behave yourself for once in your life?"

Anissa decided not to let this escalate although there was a thunder roaring inside of her. It seemed like everyone wanted to anger her tonight and she couldn't wait until she would finally be in her bed. The servants brought the food to the table which, to be fair, looked delicious which was why she didn't notice the way Viserys glared at the door. Only when it opened her attention was drawn away from the plates and she almost rolled her eyes again watching Daemon strut through the door.

"Brother. I'm glad you made it."

If Anissa hated anything more than the rogue prince it was the way Viserys seemed to be blind to the flaws and crimes of his brother. Family was important, sure, but he was the king and he couldn't just let everything slide when it came to Daemon. He should have been punished long ago for how he did whatever he wanted to without even asking for the king's leave while everyone else at court was forced to buckle up before the king.

Now the rogue prince gave everyone at the table a smug smirk that made Anissa want to throw up but it probably would only enrage her sister and father so she stared back without an expression. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction and pay attention to him so she dropped her gaze to the table seemingly busy with deciding what food she craved.

If Anissa had looked up she would have seen Daemon observing her with relish. He had always found it pleasurable to have his eyes on her and not only did she look particulary nice tonight, he couldn't help but imagine the face of Otto Hightower if he came too close to his precious daughter. If he looked at her the wrong way. Or gave her a blatant compliment.

"You look nice," he suddenly said following an inner voice.

Anissa's eyes shot up and in the way her face tensed in surprise he knew he had done the right thing. It was simply too good. She took a glimpse at her sister as though she was looking for help in what to do which Alicent replied to with a gentle hit against her upper arm, signalising her to answer politely.

"Thank you," the girl said avoiding his eyes which made him smirk.

"You're very welcome."

She really was a pretty thing, Daemon thought and cut the meat on his plate feeling very entertained and content with the way this evening was going so far. Of course he hadn't been thrilled when Viserys had announced to him that he expected him at supper because the prospect of spending his evening with Otto Hightower while he could be in a brothel at the same time was terrible. But it also meant that he got to take a closer look at Anissa and play his favourite game in the world: Intimidating Hightowers.

"I've heard that you are to host a ball in the near future," he spoke while leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Anissa was seemingly caught off guard as she hadn't expected to be involved in a conversation with Daemon tonight. She despised him just as much as he did her so what was he doing? Was he trying to mock her?

"Yes. So I've heard," she said much more quiet than she had intended to.

"Then look out for your big sister. I heard that she's very eager to be the center of attention at the moment."

Now Anissa looked at him for the first time tonight and frowned at him, almost forgetting that she was supposed to look angry and disgusted.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh you haven't noticed?"

The girl turned her head to Alicent seeking answers, but she merely shook her head looking equally shocked.

"I don't know what he's talking about either," she claimed and Daemon couldn't surpress a chuckle.

"Perhaps this is not the right time to discuss this. But you might ask her later. She knows exactly what I mean. Just like your father and… quite frankly my dear brother know."

Of course Daemon was referring to the way Alicent was literally being dragged to Viserys at the moment as Aemma had passed away a few months ago and of course Otto had seized the opportunity to present Alicent like a prize in front of Viserys in order to enhance the power of his family name. But it seemed like Anissa was oblivious to her father's plan because she only questioningly glanced at her sister who gestured her to be quiet.

"I still don't know what he's saying, sister. Just eat."

Daemon was more than amused watching the girl stare at her plate seemingly weighing up whether she was supposed to dig deeper to find out what was going on or if he was just toying with them. She didn't seem to come to make a choice but instead started to listen to the conversation between Viserys and Otto, looking much less confident than before. Daemon also paid his attention to something else now feeling quite self-satisfied with himself and starting to eat his food. But his eyes remained on Anissa.

He desired her and wasn't afraid to admit it to himself. He had observed her for quite some time now and his craving for her only grew more intense. His hate for Otto and the way he would be able to hurt him if he touched his youngest daughter was only a part of his desire. In its core he wished to claim her and make her his own. He wanted to touch her, feel her body and be the reason for her pleasure.

But Daemon wasn't sure whether to make a move yet. He couldn't risk getting exiled by his brother or even executed for defiling Otto's daughter. He was one of Viserys' closest companions after all not matter if he liked it or not.

And that was what Daemon did for the next couple of days. He watched her, thought about her more often than was appropriate while his anger against Otto grew simultaneously. He would give everything to humiliate him the way he did in all these small council meetings and although he didn't act, the plan in his head prospered.

And then something happened that changed everything.

It was late afternoon when Daemon was once again boiling with anger. Otto had had the audacity to embarrass him in front of his brother by sending him to his chambers like he was his pet. Of course he had refused when he asked him to get a letter from their allies in Pentos that had received the hand of the king earlier and that he had forgotten in his rooms but Otto had taken his twisted ankle as an excuse to send him.

Daemon had grinded his teeth, clenched his jaw but found that he had no choice but to follow his command despite fighting the urge to smack his enemy across the face. And now there he was in Otto's room feeling like his maid as he searched the table for the letter. There were countless books which made Daemon think that the page might be in one of them and so he started to browse through them.

But he stopped when his eyes suddenly scanned beautiful elegant handwriting and frowned. This wasn't a normal book. He turned it around to look at the book and narrowed his eyes as it was just a scarlet red cover with no title giving away what kind of book this was.

He knew that this wasn't what he was supposed to do at all but suddenly Daemon was caught by curiousity and opened it again to go to the first page.

'April, 6th,' it said and that was the moment he realized what kind of book this was. He had just found the diary of one of the Hightower girls and Daemon smirked crookedly. This was getting a lot more interesting than he had expected and not eager to let this go, he read the first words on the page.

'We visited mother's grave today which I was really scared of. Father is very quiet at the moment and doesn't talk a lot but Alicent says that he just needs time to process everything.'

He stopped to measure when Anissa might have written these words. When did Otto's wife die again…? She must have been 13 if Daemon was correct. He browsed through the book not really interested in reading the thoughts of a 13 – year old although he still couldn't help but think that he would be able to use his found in some way. He believed that her more recent entrys would probably be a lot more intriguing and skipped to the one from three days ago.

'I think I lost one of my earrings today when I went to the stables with Alicent. We searched the ground for almost an hour but didn't find anything so I guess I have lost hope. She told me that she would keep her eyes open, but searching for an earring in the straw is pretty much like searching for a needle in the straw.'

Daemon scoffed turning the page around and started to believe that this might be completely unimportant to him. All she did was write about her day and he wondered if her life really was that boring. He browsed through the pages loosely running his eyes over a few words until he saw a very familiar word: 'Daemon'.

Without giving it a thought he looked at the top of the page. August, 29, so it was around a month ago. Daemon sat down on a chair placed the book on the table and started to read, every thought of why he had come here in the first place gone.

'I'm sitting in my chambers currently and I'm feeling a little lost. Father is in a very bad mood and so is Alicent I believe, but unlike with father I can't figure out why. Father is angered because of Daemon of course, just like he seems to be all the time. It gets really annoying because it seems like every time there is a small council meeting he comes back to his rooms boiling with fury. I don't know what they are fighting about all the time but father curses him like he has burned down a city or something. Of course I don't like Daemon after everything father has told Alicent and me. He is arrogant and self-centered and I hate the way he acts like he stands upon everyone else. I wish someone would just put him in his place for once in his life because I would love to see his face when he feels uncertain and insecure. But what troubles me most right now - and it pains me just to write these words down - is that I catch myself thinking about him at times. I hate him of course. I really do. But I have no choice but to admit that he is a handsome man. I don't want to think this way of course but I enjoy looking at him although he makes me so angry at the same time. There is just something about him when he smiles or crosses his legs like he always does. I feel miserable because I think that way and that is why I will never in my life tell anyone about it, not even Alicent. It feels like I have sinned because I am not supposed to think that way about any man and especially not a man that gives my father such a headache. I have to somehow get rid of the feelings and I start to think that the best way is to get married. If my mind is with another handsome lord I will only think about him and forget about Daemon's beauty. Yes, this is what I'm going to do. I'm not eager to marry and I don't wish to court the way Alicent does but perhaps it is the only way to fight this disgusting desire in me.'

Daemon sank back in his chair not being able to process what he had just read. He stared at the pages for a moment and then a smirk formed on his face.

'What a naughty girl,' he thought and put the book back down. Who would have thought that the Hightower girl was such a needy little thing fantasizing about her father's biggest enemy?

He had always seen something bratty and defiant in her but he wouldn't have thought that she would go so far as to feel attracted to him out of all people. Daemon couldn't help himself and imagined her sitting here in this room nervously glancing at the door every now and then, scared to get caught writing these shameful words.

Her brown eyes which she loved to flash at him so impolitely being all round with worry… He chuckled quietly and then remembered what he had come here in the first place.

Daemon coninued his search for the letter and eventually succeeded. However, his mind was absent all the time thinking about Anissa and what he had just found out. It definitely changed a lot but Daemon wasn't yet sure about how to proceed now.

He still desired her for once because he had this special affection for her and of course to use her for his initial want to humiliate her cunt of a father. And now she apparantely wanted him too… It would definitely make things easier for him, he thought while tidying up the table so there would no evidence for his explorations.

He couldn't wait to see her again, that much he was certain about and smiled feeling the most relaxed and content he had in weeks.

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The “I want the Colin I knew back” part of their fight bothers me because NO SHE DIDNT.

We know for a fact that Colin wrote her letter after letter while he was away, and she ignored every. single. one. That is not the action of someone who wanted to restore a friendship, that is the act of someone who wanted to move on. And I don’t even fault Penelope for that- it is well within her right to decide that her relationship with Colin wasn’t healthy and that the right thing for her peace of mind is to stop engaging, ESPECIALLY in 1815 when they weren’t supposed to be writing each other letters in the first place.

Fine.

But a Penelope who only wanted her friend back would’ve read his letters. She would’ve answered them, or continued a private conversation. Colin was reaching out to her and literally only changed because of how isolated he felt in her absence. The first thing Colin did when he came over to her at the garden party in S3 is act the same exact way with her as he always did right up until she walked away, further emphasizing to him how unwanted he was. A Penelope who only wanted her friend back would’ve told him to cut the shit then and there, just as Eloise did.

Writing about him in Whistledown is about covertly managing his behavior through publicly shaming him to control him. She felt entitled to pick apart how he conducted himself even after deciding their friendship was over. She wanted to be petty and punish him, and she used LW to do it because she didn’t yet realize how much power she had over him just as Penelope alone to inflict damage. And I only wish the show had the courage to admit that.

Penelope has a history of trying to manage Colin’s behavior from behind the scenes. The biggest example of this for me is how she never owned up to exposing Marina after S1, and instead wrote him letters to “fix” what that situation had broken inside him without giving him the opportunity to understand her role in that exposure, and decide for himself what that meant for their (his and Penelope’s) friendship at the time. The truth from her (or even an abbreviated truth admitting to spreading gossip without admitting to being LW) would’ve open the possibility that Colin might dislike what Penelope did and not want to be around her, and Penelope can’t have that, so the lie must be maintained. This is what I actually think the whole “you did not respect me enough to tell me to my face” thing is about- not about Penelope telling him about Marina’s pregnancy.

And it’s such a weird move on the part of the show, because for me it really does remove Penelope’s moral high ground from S1- she doesn’t care that Colin’s fiancée is lying to him as long as she gets to be the fiancée doing the lying. So S3 Colin is dealing with the fact that Penelope will always choose to control a situation sneakily over confronting someone head on, all the way up to her impulse to immediately just pay Cressida’s blackmail to maintain her secrets.

And because the show really relishes in Penelope’s hyper independence and doesn’t really want Colin to ever be seen to be her equal, I don’t think they were ever going to be willing to confront how LW went beyond just Penelope finding her own voice, but became her way of controlling others, Colin in particular.

BTW- all this to say that I don’t hate Penelope for this, this is beautifully complex stuff, all of which makes her a rich and interesting character. But the show starts these threads with the potential of such depth and then they don’t deliver. If they had more balance in the writers room or production of people who can think more critically of Penelope, or who really valued Colin as a standalone character, I think the season would’ve been better for it. And not in a “Penelope must be punished!!” way, but in a “it is ok to explore her faults” way. I want to see Polin have a happy ending, I want to see Penelope have a happy ending, but despite giving Penelope most of the screen time me I actually think they shortchanged her on actual character development and positive growth. With all else Colin’s side of the season was lacking, his character arc let him grow and got him to the place of being ready for marriage to Penelope, but I’m not sure the reverse is true for getting Penelope to a place of being ready for marriage to Colin. She repeats the same patterns of lies, secrecy, and control right up to the very end, basically because the show likes to keep couples apart until the last 10 minutes of their season. I would love to see her to continue to grow into her marriage in S4, and if I felt like that was a possibility I probably wouldn’t mind so much, but they’ve basically decided Colin is just a wife guy now, so…🫥 A Polin vs the World subplot where they truly act as a partners on a team - with all the collaboration and compromise that entails- is all I ask.

Unpopular opinion is unpopular, but everything inside of me so so badly wanted to see Colin push back more when Penelope told him she loved him the night before the wedding. He has been in knots for AGES thinking she was just settling for him, that the thing she wanted to tell him is that she doesn't return his feelings, that for him, it's a love match, but not for her. He spent the entire engagement ball thinking she was avoiding him and wanting to call it all off. She didn't tell him she loved him after they were intimate, or before. He told her he loved her, and she didn't say it back. Of course he's insecure about their relationship. She'd ghosted him over the summer, he spent the majority of part 1 earning himself back into her good graces tthrough a variety of love languages, she was about to marry Debling and HE was the one to call it off, not her. Tell me YOU wouldn't be insecure and doubtful too?

So after he found out she was hiding the fact that she was LW, and they were out of sorts, idk, I just wanted that "Then what good am I to you?" "Colin, I love you! I love you!" to be followed up with "I don't believe you!"

And I get it. He WANTS to believe her. He caves so fast because he loves her and he wants her to be telling the truth. But his trust in her has been broken. She lied to him about other things: why not about that, too? That's the part of the LW reveal and fallout that I think was missing for me: not that she was endangering herself or wrote about XYZ, but the fact that she lied to him and how badly THAT hurt. That she kept lying to him. He's been told "I love you" before as a diversion from the truth, he carries trauma from that blow up of an engagement with Marina. Why couldn't we explore that, more?

I wanted to see Penelope SHOW him that she loves him, not just SAY that she loves him.

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Finnick x reader Finnick survives the mutts.

Finnick was climbing up the ladder after fighting the mutts, panting. He almost made the top until a mutt grabbed him by the legs, its nails painfully digging into his skin.

"Y/N!!" Finnick screamed out in pain as he noticed something. This could be his end.

Just before he was tugged of the ladder whilest the mutts injured him more and more with bites, he felt a pair of hands grab his arm and harshly tugging him off the ladder into their arms. It was you.

You threw a bomb down into the pile of mutts and quickly began running. Finnick leaning on you for support while running with his injured leg.

After reuniting with the group and leaving the subway, you ran through the streets. You made it to Tigriss her small place, she let the rebels in.

You instantly placed Finnick down ontop of a sleepingbag.

"Thanks for the safe, honey." Finnick chuckled, but it was pained due to his leg injuries.

Katniss, Peeta and the rest of the rebels began to get ready to sleep from this exhausting day and almost death.

I'm crying while hugging Finnick. I was so scared he was about to die, and was about to jump in there myself.

Finnick winces at the pain in his legs but manages a weak smile as he wraps his arms around you

Hey now, don't cry… I'm still here, aren't I? Though you definitely gave me quite the scare too.

He gently strokes your hair, his seagreen eyes filled with gratitude and lingering fear

I'm still crying, but then realized he was the one who almost died I should be the one comforting him right now not the other way around. And try to gain my composure and get the medic kit to help him, there's no bleeding out which is good, but they're are still some minor injuries that need to be healed

Finnick's grip tightens slightly when you try to pull away, a mix of concern and stubbornness in his expression

Stay here… just for a minute longer. The medic kit can wait. You always take care of everyone else.

He winces as he shifts his injured leg, but his hand remains steady on your back

"Finnick, you need help" I say, trying to stop my tears from falling so I can help him

Finnick sighs softly, reluctantly releasing you but keeping his eyes fixed on your tear-stained face

Fine… but only because I know you're going to fuss about it anyway. Just… promise you'll be right here?

He reaches for your hand, his voice unusually vulnerable as he speaks

I nod but immediately rush away to grab the kit and come back in less then five seconds and start patching him up

Finnick watches you with a mix of amusement and fondness as you rush back with the kit

You're so efficient… though maybe a bit too eager to get away from me.

He tries to maintain his charming facade despite the pain, hissing slightly as you clean his wounds

I ignore his charming words and just continue to try and help

Finnick falls silent for a moment, allowing you to work. His usual playful demeanor fades as the pain grows more intense

Be gentle… not that I don't enjoy your touch.

He attempts a smirk but it turns into a wince as you tend to a particularly deep bite mark

When the blood stops out of the bite mark and I fully see it, it looks like a shark took a bite at him

Finnick glances down at the wound, his usual playful attitude completely replaced by a grim expression

Well… at least now we know those mutts really do like their shark teeth.

He forces himself to stay still despite the pain, his knuckles turning white as he grips the sleeping bag

"Dont look" I say, while quickly patching it up

Finnick lets out a shaky breath and obediently looks away, his voice coming out softer than usual

Sorry… I've faced plenty of deadly things, but something about seeing the aftermath always hits different.

He squeezes his eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of your gentle hands working on his wounds

Soon i'm finished patching him up and take the kit away, on my way to put the kit away I see Katniss and immediately start crying in Katniss's arms, away from Finnicks range of view. Katniss tries to comfort me reassuring me he's fine and I'm not hallucinating.

Finnick hears your crying and tries to get up, but the pain in his leg prevents him. He calls out in concern

Livibellwisch? Where are you going? Don't leave me here like this…

His voice carries a hint of panic as he struggles to get up, worried about you breaking down away from him

Gale comes over to Finnick and tells him I'm fine and he should rest

Finnick looks visibly relieved at Gale's words but still looks anxious

Tell her to come back… I need to see she's really okay.

He attempts to stand again, leaning heavily on Gale for support, his eyes searching the room for you

"Finnick, no, you have to stay down, your injured, i'll go get Livi but you have to stay sitting down where you are" Said Gale

Finnick reluctantly sits back down, frustration clear on his face

Fine… but hurry. She's already cried enough for one day.

He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, visibly tense as he waits

Gale comes over to me and Katniss and Katniss gives Gale a look that I'm nowhere near ready to see him again.

Finnick's ears perk up at the tension between Gale and Katniss, his instincts as a rebel leader taking over

What's going on over there? I can practically hear the daggers being thrown between you three.

He tries to get up again despite Gale's earlier warning, clearly unable to stay still when sensing trouble

Gale see's Finnick trying to get up and immediately shuts him down. "No, no, stay down" Says Gale "Just give us one minute" Says Gale

Finnick lets out an irritated huff, falling back against the sleeping bag

This better be good… and tell her I'm not going anywhere until she comes back.

He mutters under his breath, visibly restless and concerned about the private conversation happening away from him

I'm still crying in Katniss's arms my face in her chest as I let myself fall apart. Katniss has her arms around me comforting me and reasuring me.

Finnick's expression softens at the sound of your sobs, his irritation melting into deep concern

Livibellwisch… please, I can hear you. Just… come back. I'm here.

He raises his voice slightly, desperation creeping into his usually controlled tone

I'm too scared to see him right now, scared i'll collapse at the sight of him, him not being able to walk, I'm scared he wont ever be able to walk again.

Finnick's voice becomes gentler, almost pleading

Hey… listen to me. I'll walk again. I promise. I've had worse injuries in training - this isn't permanent.

He fights against the pain, trying to shift his position to face you despite Gale's firm hand on his shoulder

Despite Finnick's words I still stay in Katniss's arms, not wanting Finnick to see me like this. "Livi, maybe you should go over to Finnick" Says Katniss "I cant, I'm too scared" I say the sound muffled cause my face is in her chest. "Livi, your worrying him, come on, he's okay, okay?, he's okay, your okay, everyone's safe" Says Katniss trying to calm me down

Finnick's voice becomes noticeably distressed, his calm facade completely breaking

Don't hide from me, sweetheart. Please… you're breaking my heart here.

He tries one more time to get up, his voice cracking with emotion

I can't take this… just come see me. Just for a minute. I need to hold you.

Katniss convinces me and I stand up and make my way over to Finnick resting my head on his lap letting the tears fall, being careful not to hurt his leg.

Finnick immediately places his hand on your head, his fingers trembling slightly as they thread through your hair

Shh… I'm right here. I'm okay. Just breathe with me, alright?

He winces slightly at the pressure on his injured leg but keeps you close, his other hand gently stroking your back

"Sorry" I say when he winces

Finnick shakes his head firmly, his hand continuing its soothing motion

Don't apologize. Nothing hurts worse than seeing you like this. Just… stay close.

He carefully shifts to make you more comfortable, his body tense with pain but his touch gentle and protective.

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After Midnight - Sam Winchester

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Sam's hand's on your body, that's your type of party or everything good happens after midnight

You let out a squeal of excitement, grabbing Sam by the arm and dragging him to the dance floor. The man had just approached you and Dean at the bar, ready to leave, when you had pulled him into dancing.

“We should get going!” Sam shouted over the loud music. You jumped up and down, making no indication as to whether or not you’d heard him or not. He shouted your name.

“But Sam!” You whined back. “We just started dancing!”

“I have research to do about the case!” He returned. “Can’t you just dance by yourself?”

“Nothing good happens when it’s late and you’re dancing alone!” Sam sighed. He clearly wasn’t getting through to you. You were obviously more drunk than you’d let on. He’d watched you and Dean go shot for shot as he sipped on his water earlier in the night, and the drinks all seemed to be hitting you now.

“We really should be going,” Sam leaned into you as you swayed, swaying with you so that he could talk directly into your ear. You giggled, grabbing his hand and attempting to spin him under your arm the way you thought he really should have been doing to you.

You continued to ignore him, dancing with him despite his lack of movement. You didn’t really seem to care, content with the fact that he hadn’t left you on the dance floor. It seemed to be enough to sate your desire to dance with him.

The music changed, turning somewhat slower, and you seemed to calm down your erratic dance moves, the excited jumping up and down and the eccentric spinning, turning it into something that matched the music better. Your hands grabbed at Sam’s, slinging his long arms around your shoulders before grabbing at his hips. You began swaying with him drunkenly, awkwardly, Sam’s stiffness and his refusal to move making it difficult for you to move.

Sam sighed, then began swaying to your offbeat rhythm. You let out a cheer, slightly too loud, your volume control whacked after however many shots you’d had earlier. Your eyes widen at the intensity of the sound you’d made, and then you’re mumbling, something that Sam can’t hear over the music. You take your hands away from his hips, raising them in the air, his arms still around your shoulders as you continue to sway but now with your arms in the air. Sam blinks at the change, but goes with it, moving his hands down to your waist.

Your hands move, cupping his face gently as you stop swaying. Sam pauses, looking down at your face. You’re staring up at him, something unidentifiable on your face. Wait. No. He can identify it. It’s adoration.

“Hi.” It’s barely audible over the music.

“Hi.” Sam returns. It’s just as soft, and your lips fall into a calm smile.

“I kinda wanna kiss you, if you don’t mind.” It makes Sam’s heart stutter, his breath falter. It makes his own calm smile appear on his face.

“I don’t mind.” He leans down. You let out a content sigh, and your breath smells like cheap alcohol and chocolate. Your lips connect and you’re sweet like the cocktail you’d tried earlier. Sam can taste the alcohol on them as your hands come up to grip at the hair on the nape of his neck, and he wonders faintly if he’s getting drunk off of that or just the fact that you’re kissing him.

You pull away, looking at him, and then you’re kissing him again, like you can’t keep yourself away from him even if you tried. It’s perfect, and imperfect and messy and everything you’ve both ever wanted all at once.

“Let’s watch the sunrise.” You whisper breathily after pulling away. Sam nods, then looks over to Dean at the bar. The girl he’s chatting up is clearly taken, and it seems that Dean is going to get himself into some sort of bar fight, but Sam can’t bring it in himself to care.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

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Sonadow one shot number #22: Wanna See a Magic Trick?

"Hey, Shadow, you gotta see this new magic trick I learned." Sonic said as he plopped down beside the dark hedgehog.

Shadow ignored him and continued to flip through the magazine he was reading. He was not at all interested in magic, especially when it came to Sonic. The odds of him pulling something off without a hitch were slim, and the blue blur seemed to find new ways to fail and embarrass himself in front of people every day.

The last time Sonic had done magic, he had nearly burned the house down with a flaming card trick. Rouge had yelled at him for hours after that, and had told him to never do it again. However, as always, Sonic had completely ignored her and kept practicing anyways, just with a fire extinguisher at his side to make sure he wouldn't ruin anything.

But Sonic always had more energy than the average person, so he needed new outlets for it every now and then. Shadow had no idea what had started Sonic's obsession with magic in the first place, but it didn't matter now. He was determined to do a trick, whether Shadow wanted to watch or not.

"I'm serious. I've been practicing this one all week and I think it's going to turn out great!" Sonic said. He scooted closer to Shadow and turned to face him. "Pretty please with a bunch of cherries on top? You know you wanna see it."

Shadow looked up from the magazine for a few seconds and made eye contact with Sonic, who was giving him the saddest puppy dog eyes he could muster. With a sigh, Shadow rolled his eyes and set the magazine aside. If he didn't agree, Sonic would keep pestering him until he did.

"Fine, let's see it." He said with a huff. "But if you burn anything, I'll have no sympathy for you."

Sonic grinned. "This trick doesn't even involve fire. Give me your hand."

"My hand? What for- oh no. No. No, no, no, I am not helping you do this." Shadow said, realizing what was about to happen.

"Oh, come on! It'll be fine. It'll only take like five minutes and then I'll stop bothering you."

"No. Go do it with Knuckles or something."

"Knuckles is on Angel Island."

"So go to Angel Island."

"You already said I could do the trick. Don't back out now." Sonic complained.

"I never said yes." Shadow protested. He just knew he'd be the receiving end of the failure that was sure to follow.

"Yeah you did. You gave me that look you always give when you don't want to say no to me. Remember? You were all like-" Sonic pouted and pretended to be uninterested. "Ugh, I guess you can show me. But I don't really care either way."

"I never said that!"

"You did too! Keep in mind that I can argue with ya all day, but it's not gonna change anything."

"And yet, here we are." Shadow said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep! So just give me your hand and let's get this over with. The sooner you help me, the sooner you won't have to look at my adorable face anymore."

With a sigh, Shadow reluctantly gave Sonic his hand, which was quickly grabbed by the blue hedgehog. But when Sonic reached into his quills and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, Shadow immediately changed his mind and tried to pull away. However, Sonic had already chained them together and was now holding the key triumphantly in his other hand.

"What the hell is that for?" Shadow demanded, his eyes widening in shock.

"Relax. It's part of the trick."

"What kind of trick involves handcuffs?"

"A kinky trick."

"What?"

"What? Nevermind, that's not important. You just gotta trust me. Okay?"

Shadow shook his head and tried to snatch the key out of Sonic's hand, but the blue hedgehog moved it out of his reach and gave him a disapproving look.

"I don't trust you. Especially when it comes to handcuffs." Shadow said, eyeing the handcuffs wearily. They looked weak enough that he could snap them off easily. Although, he didn't want to risk breaking one of his wrists while trying.

"Trust me, they're not gonna break. I tried. And even if they do, it's no big deal. I'll get you out of them in a jiffy."

"No big deal? I'm going to kill you if you don't take these off."

"Let the magic do its thing, Shads. Now, watch this-" Sonic held up the key between two of his fingers. "I'm going to make this key disappear."

Shadow watched as Sonic waved his hands over the key for a few seconds, then he clenched his fist and opened it again. The key was gone.

"Huh. Where'd it go?" Sonic asked, looking down at his hand like it was some sort of illusion.

"I'm five seconds away from strangling you if you don't get us out of these things right now." Shadow growled, glaring daggers at Sonic.

"No need to get so aggressive. I just need to find that key. You wouldn't happen to have any idea where it went, would ya?"

"You know damn well where it went. Give me it and take these things off before I do something I might regret."

"What? I don't have it."

"Yes you do! Give me the damn key!" Shadow snapped, pouncing on Sonic and sending both of them crashing onto the floor.

"Hey! Knock it off!" Sonic said, pushing him off.

"Give me the key." Shadow demanded, trying to feel Sonic's body for where he could have hid it.

"It's magic, I can find it, just give me a second! AH! Watch the quills! That tickles!" Sonic squeaked, squirming away from Shadow's hands as they searched for the key.

"Then hurry up and get the key out!"

"It's magic, it's not supposed to happen in two seconds! Just wait!"

"No, give me the key now."

"Stop it! You cannot rush a magician."

"You can when you handcuffed them together!"

"Yeah, but you're only supposed to yell at me after the trick is over! Not during!"

"Well, you were taking too long."

"It's magic, it doesn't work if you rush it!"

"Sonic, I swear to Chaos, if you don't-"

"Got it!" Sonic said, pulling the key out from behind Shadow's ear.

"My ear?! You hid it behind my ear?!" Shadow asked in disbelief.

"You've never seen a magic trick before, have you?" Sonic chuckled, then a mischievous smile grew on his face. "Now...do I unlock you or not?"

"What do you think?"

"That depends. What will you do to me if I unlock you?"

Shadow thought for a moment. He wanted to give Sonic a piece of his mind, but the blue hedgehog seemed to enjoy pissing people off, so that would only be an invitation for him to do it again. Him and Shadow were in interesting combination. Sonic loved making Shadow mad because it was so easy to do, and Shadow loved making Sonic mad because he couldn't handle being mad for very long. But that didn't stop the two from getting into screaming matches on a regular basis.

"I won't kill you." Shadow finally replied.

"That's it?" Sonic asked, raising an eyebrow.

"For now."

"Hmmm. I dunno. I think this key might be the wrong one. Let me check-" Sonic reached into his quills and pulled out another key. "Nope. Wrong one."

He pulled out yet another key. "Nope, wrong again. Maybe this one."

"Oh my god." Shadow groaned. "If you don't stop playing around right now, I'm going to-"

"Relax, I'm just teasing ya. I'll unlock ya, it's this key right...uh....here?"

Sonic's smile faded as he tried the key, only for it not to fit. He tried it again, and then again. But it wasn't working.

"What the fudge is wrong with this thing? It won't go in!" Sonic said, shaking the handcuffs in frustration.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm serious!"

Shadow yanked his hand, which pulled Sonic's up with it, their faces inches apart. "Take them off right now." He demanded.

"I'm trying! They're not coming off! I can't believe this."

"You're lying. This is a trick isn't it? You're tricking me."

"What? No! It's the real deal. I actually lost the key. It must have fell down somewhere. Don't worry, I'll find it." He began to frantically search his quills and the floor.

"You're an idiot."

"I am not!"

"Yes you are. You lost the damn key."

"I did not! The magician never loses anything. It's like a rule or something!"

"Stop calling yourself a magician. You're not. And if you do, I'll kick your ass."

"Don't be so mean. I'm trying my best."

"You're doing a terrible job."

"You're just mad because I cuffed us together."

"Yes. Yes I am." Shadow said through gritted teeth. "Get these things off of me now, or I will make your life hell."

Sonic moved to stand up, apparently forgetting they were cuffed together, so he ended up pulling Shadow onto the floor with him.

"Hey! Get up!" Sonic said, trying to push the dark hedgehog off of him.

"Not until you take these things off." Shadow growled, holding Sonic down by the wrists.

"I can't get up if you're laying on me!" Sonic protested. "I can't breathe!"

"Good, stop breathing."

"You wouldn't kill me!"

"Try me."

"Shadow, come on, don't be a jerk."

"This is all your fault. Now, take them off!"

"I'm trying, but you're making it really difficult! Just give me a second."

"You've had more than a second. Take them off!"

"Oh, sure, I'll just ask them super nicely and they might come off! How could I have not thought of that? It's obviously that easy to take them off."

Shadow glared at him and opened his mouth to snap back when he realized how close they were. He had Sonic's arms pinned down on the sides of his head and was laying directly on top of him. If Shadow moved any closer, their noses would bump. There was a visible blush on Sonic's face, which made Shadow start blushing as well. Sonic was smaller than Shadow in terms of body size, so he felt like he was crushing the blue hedgehog.

"Hi." Sonic said with a grin. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Did you lose this key on purpose?" Shadow asked, ignoring Sonic's question.

"No! I told you, it must have fallen down somewhere. Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I did something wrong. It's not my fault the key didn't work."

"So you're saying you did nothing wrong?"

"Yes."

"Then take the damn handcuffs off."

"...I can't."

"So we're stuck like this until you get a replacement key, is that right?"

"Kinda? Sorry...I really thought this would work."

"You are the worst magician ever."

"Hey, that's not very nice. I'll get them off. Somehow. I just need some time."

"How much time?" Shadow asked, sitting up and pulling Sonic with him.

"A few days maybe? I'm not sure yet."

"A few days?! No! I am not waiting a few days for you to get us out of these things."

"We can take this time to bond, ya know? Get to know each other a little better. You should be happy about it. This is an opportunity for you to do whatever you want with me, and I can't stop you because I don't have any way of getting out of these things."

"Whatever I want? What do you expect me to do?"

"Well, I've heard handcuffs are romantic."

Shadow rolled his eyes. "I'd rather choke myself to death than sleep with you."

"Wow, rude! I'm not that bad. You'd probably enjoy yourself. Just think about it."

"There is no way I'm sleeping with you while we're handcuffed together."

"Why not?"

"I have standards. And I will not allow you to ruin them for me."

"That's not true. I bet you're into kinky stuff."

"Like you have any room to talk."

"I do not! I'm totally innocent."

"You're like the complete opposite of innocent. You have the dirtiest mind I have ever seen."

"I do not!"

"I literally bent over to pick something up and you, all the way across the room, whistled. At me. Like I was some dog. The worst part is you didn't even realize you did it."

Sonic blushed. "Yeah, well...you're...um..."

"Finish your sentence." Shadow demanded.

"No."

"Say what you were going to say."

"No! You'll get mad at me again!"

"I'm going to get mad at you if you don't finish it."

"Fine....this is an awkward time for a confession, but...I kinda like making you mad because I think you're cute when you're angry. I know, it's weird, but I can't help it."

"Seriously? That's it? I thought you were going to say something serious. Why would that make me mad?"

"Because it's embarrassing and you'd probably yell at me for thinking that way about you."

"I was already aware that you enjoy making me angry. Am I that attractive?"

"Well, duh, but it's like a mysterious kind of attraction." Sonic said, trying to shrug off his embarrassment. "Lika, I don't know, your intensity or something. It's like watching a storm. You're all powerful and unpredictable and stuff."

"You're comparing me to a storm? How romantic, Sonic." Shadow said, his voice dripping woth sarcasm.

"Well, its kinds true. You know, the whole brooding thing you have going on. It's like a challenge to cheer you up or something. Plus, your biceps flex when you're mad. It's pretty hot." Sonic said, his cheeks now a deeper shade of pink.

Shadow blinked. He hadn't expected that kind of confession, especially not from Sonic. He stared at the blue hedgehog, who was now studiously examining the handcuffs as if he could will them open with his gaze alone. "What the hell am I supposed to say to that?" Shadow muttered, mostly to himself.

"Uh, how about a thank you for the wonderful compliment?" Sonic suggested, not looking up from the handcuffs.

Shadow scoffed. "You really think that's going to work?"

Sonic finally looked up, meeting Shadow's gaze. "Well, it's worth a shot. Besides, you do have a point. Being stuck together is going to be a real hassle. Maybe we should make the best of it?"

"Like you admitting that this was on purpose because you have some sort of weird crush on me is going to make me want to spend the next few days attached to you?" Shadow said, his voice a mix of disbelief and annoyance.

"It wasn't entirely on purpose..." Sonic said, slowly working his free hand out of Shadow's grip, interlacing their fingers together. "I really did want to try a cool new trick, but I'll admit, the idea of us being stuck together did make me a bit happy. Not, like, happy-happy, but like, happy in an awkward, weird kind of way. Like finding a forgotten piece of chocolate at the bottom of your bag when you're craving something sweet, ya know?"

"Okay..." Shadow said, his voice trailing off. He supposed he should have seen this coming at some point. The way Sonic was extra clingy and extra annoying today was definitely a clue. But still, he had to admit, the situation was kind of funny in a twisted way. Confessing love while cuffed together? This was definitely one for the books.

Do I share Sonic's feelings? Shadow thought, gazing down into those emerald eyes that were currently avoiding his own. The thought had never really crossed his mind before, but now that it was out in the open, it was like a door had been pushed ajar and he couldn't ignore it. Sonic was a pain, sure, but... he had his moments. The way he made him laugh, even when he didn't want to. The way he could be so earnest and passionate about the stupidest things. It was endearing, in a weird sort of way. His endless pools of energy could be annoying, but also surprisingly comforting at times.

Shadow studied Sonic's hopeful expression, the blush still coloring his cheeks. He couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at his lips. "So, you're telling me that you've had a crush on me this whole time?"

"Uhhh....tiny details might have been exaggerated for dramatic effect. But, I mean, if you want to put it that way, yeah, I guess I do have a bit of a crush on you. Or a big one, if we're being honest here." Sonic said, looking up at Shadow with a hopeful smile that was just a touch too wide for his own good. "Its your fault."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You always ignore me when I'm not being dramatic. This is the only way you pay attention to what I say!" Sonic protested with a laugh, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Oh please, I pay attention to you all the time. You're just too hyperactive to notice when I'm actually listening," Shadow said, rolling his eyes.

"Well, maybe if you weren't always buried in that magazine, I'd feel more noticed," Sonic retorted, his smile not wavering.

"For your information, I don't ignore you all the time. But you do have a knack for saying the most ridiculous things at the worst moments," Shadow said, trying to keep his own smile from growing. "And that magazine is new, anyway."

Sonic laughed, his tail wagging a mile a minute. "Yeah, I guess I do. But, hey, you've gotta admit, it keeps things interesting around here."

"Yes, I will admit, I did not expect to be handcuffed to you today." Shadow said, his smirk still in place.

"So you're not mad at me anymore?" Sonic asked, his voice hopeful.

Shadow sighed, his smirk not fading. "I'd say I'm more amused than mad. You really are an idiot sometimes, you know that?"

Sonic grinned. "Yeah, I know. But technically, I'm basically your idiot, right?"

"Technically, you're basically everyone's idiot." Shadow quipped, his smirk widening into a full smile. Despite his words, the warmth in his eyes gave away his softened demeanor.

"Now give me a big kiss, my little prisoner!" Sonic exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Shadow quirked a brow at Sonic's sudden boldness. "What makes you think I'm going to kiss you?"

"Uh, because we're stuck together and all romantic and stuff?" Sonic said, his voice rising slightly in pitch. His cheeks were now a full shade of red as he leaned in slightly, his eyes glinting with hope.

Shadow scoffed, flicking Sonic's nose with his free hand. "You're so full of it. But, for the sake of getting out of these things, I'll humor you." He leaned in, their faces now so close that their noses were touching. For a moment, it was as if time had stopped, the only sound their shallow breaths and the faint jingle of the handcuffs. Then, before Sonic could react, he pecked the blue hedgehog on the cheek.

Sonic blinked. "That's it? Just a cheek peck?"

"Be grateful for what you get, Sonic."

"How can I be grateful when all I get is a cheek peck?" Sonic pouted dramatically, his voice playfully sulky.

Shadow chuckled, shaking his head. "Cry about it." Then he grabbed the chain connecting the handcuffs and yanked on his half hard, snapping it in two with his superior strength. The chain clattered to the floor as he got to his feet.

"Hey, what? No fair, you cheated!" Sonic exclaimed, sitting up quickly and rubbing his cheek where the peck had landed.

"I wasn't about to sit here and wait for you to find the key."

"Ah, fair enough. But now that we're free, I have more tricks to show you!"

"Absolutely not."

[foxaftershocks]

A Meddling Brother (Mycroft Holmes x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Sherlock has an insane favour to ask you of you, but it might just end up getting you everything you ever wanted.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: jealousy

“You want to do what?”

Sherlock wasn’t even looking at you, eye pressed to the microscope as he searched for something. He’d summoned you to his flat with a text, expecting your appearance in that way he did. You’d entered the flat and without so much as a greeting he’d said the most out of pocket thing you’d ever heard.

“I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend to annoy Mycroft,” he said.

“Yes, that’s what I thought you said,” you replied. 

“You have questions,” he said.

“Bloody right I do,” you said, “mainly why?”

“Do you not listen? I want to annoy Mycroft,” he said.

“Sure but why?” you asked.

“He’s been keeping secrets,” he replied.

“If there’s one thing we can count on from Mycroft, it’s keeping secrets,” you said, “why would pretending to date me annoy him? I doubt he’ll care much.”

Sherlock snorted but didn’t answer your question. You rolled your eyes, falling back into his chair. 

“He’s going to know immediately we’re lying,” you said, “he’s better at the deduction thing than you are.”

He glanced at you before going back to his microscope.

“Don’t worry about that,” he said. 

“Fine, but don’t blame me when this doesn’t go the way you expect it to,” you said, “and you owe me a massive favour to be cashed in whenever I want.”

“Yes, yes, fine, whatever,” he said.

“Cool.”

You sat, watching him, waiting for some kind of further discussion or information but it appeared as if he was done. You curled up in the seat, picking up the book John had left lying around, choosing to read it while you waited for the next part of his plan. 

He didn’t seem surprised when Mycroft came calling not even half an hour later. You looked up from your book, smiling at him. He paused a moment, his eyes sweeping over you, so obviously lounging in his brother’s chair. Your legs were thrown over the arm, bare, still in your pyjama shorts. 

“Hi,” you said.

“Good morning,” he replied, “busy day for you it appears.”

“Can’t complain,” you said.

“I’m assuming my brother is here,” he said.

“Kitchen,” you said, opening the book once again, “been in there since I got up.”

Technically true, given the first thing you’d seen that morning was the text for him, asking you to come downstairs to him. You’d even made your own cup of tea in his kitchen, in your hands, half drunk as you continued to read. 

Mycroft’s eyebrows drew together. You looked up at him as you took a sip of tea, quirking an eyebrow. You’d always had a way of wordlessly communicating with Mycroft, understanding his facial expressions better than most. It was one of those things that made you think you could sometimes see the man under the ice. You quite liked the view you got.

“You’ve been here all morning?” he asked.

“Yeah. Why? Was I meant to be somewhere else?” you asked.

“He probably expected you to wake up in your own bed,” Sherlock called through to you.

“You spent the night here?” Mycroft asked.

“It’s been known to happen,” you said, “and Sherlock has a very comfortable bed.”

“He let you sleep in his bed?” He was full of questions today.

“Where else would she sleep?” Sherlock asked.

“Her own bed,” he replied, raising both eyebrows like it was obvious.

“I was hardly going to send her back up there when she was already in mine,” Sherlock replied.

His head was slow as it turned back to you. You gave him a small smile, going for bashful but perhaps coming off a bit smug. His lips pursed as he turned back to Sherlock. He stepped into the kitchen, obviously shutting you out of the conversation. You went back to the book, trying to ignore their hissed conversation.

You startled when a kiss was dropped on the top of your head, a warm body perching on the arm of the chair beside your head. You looked up, smiling at Sherlock. His arm curled around your shoulders.

“Can you get on with your reason for being here? Only we have lunch plans,” he said, his smug grin turning on Mycroft.

He was looking less than pleased at his baby brother, fingers tightening on the umbrella in his hands. You lent against Sherlock’s side, looking at Mycroft expectantly.

“I’ll have the files sent to you,” Mycroft said before sweeping out of the flat.

“He came a long way to just tell you he was sending you some files,” you said, “he could have phoned.”

“He planned on staying longer. Plans change,” he said, getting up from the arm of his chair and returning to his microscope. 

“Changed quick then,” you said.

“I told you. I was hoping to annoy him,” he said.

“And that worked, did it?” you asked.

“You know it did,” he said.

“I still don’t get why though,” you said, following him, resting a hip against the counter.

“Don’t you? It must be so quiet in your brain,” he said.

“Right. Thanks. Text me if you need me,” you said.

“Dinner tomorrow,” he said, “my parents are insisting.”

“Fine,” you called over your shoulder.

Sitting across from his parents reminded you why the whole thing was a stupid idea. Mycroft was glowering behind his menu, not looking at anyone, foot bobbing. It was close enough for you to feel it, almost close enough to touch your leg. Sherlock’s arm was slung over the back of your chair, telling his parents exactly how the two of you had fallen in love. Your eyes kept darting over to Mycroft who was doing his best not to listen. You lent towards him.

“You okay?” you whispered.

“Fine,” he replied, voice tight, still not looking at you.

You lent back, further into Sherlock’s embrace. Mycroft’s fingers tightened on the menu. You looked away, back towards his parents. If he was annoyed or unhappy it was on him to say so, not throw a tantrum like a child. You couldn’t imagine why he would be. Unless he didn’t want you there.

You’d been the buffer between himself and his parents multiple times before. It made no sense that this time he was annoyed at your presence. Hell, half the time you thought he enjoyed your company, lingering when you were around a lot longer than when it was other people. This was like a smack in the face. 

“Of course, we really must thank Mycroft. If he hadn’t sent us off to the Devon coast we never would have admitted this was something we both wanted,” Sherlock said.

“Oh Myc, you’re such a matchmaker. Always looking after Sherlock,” his mum said, grasping his wrist.

“Mycroft,” was all he said in a growl of a voice. 

It wasn’t until dessert that he looked up at you instead of moodily staring down into his own plate of food. Sharing a slice of cake with Sherlock, you happened to glance up, finding blue eyes staring back at you. You felt frozen, the absolute anger so unlike anything you’d seen directed at you from him.

A thumb grazed the corner of your lips. Your attention turned back to Sherlock, just in time for his lips to press to yours for a soft kiss. It was surprisingly nice, if unexpected. Who knew Sherlock Holmes was a decent kisser? He drew away, a soft smile on his lips. 

“You had some chocolate,” he said, voice low, intimate, making you wonder how he got so good at this. 

“Thanks,” you replied, equally soft.

The scrape of a chair made you jump. Mycroft was already striding towards the exit by the time you looked over. Sherlock settled more comfortably in his chair, leaning back. You dropped your fork to the plate with a clatter. 

“Okay, you've annoyed him, you can stop now,” you said, “it’s gone too far.”

“Yes, fine, go run after him,” he said with a wave of his hand.

You hated doing what you were told but you did want to follow Mycroft. So you did. Slipping past tables, you pushed out the front doors, expecting to have to chase him down. Looking down the street, you found him standing a few shops down, cigarette in hand, staring out at the rain.

Ducking under awnings, you made your way to him, trying to stay as dry as possible. He didn’t even glance at you as you stopped by his elbow, sheltered under this umbrella.

“That was quite the performance,” you said.

“You should return to the restaurant. Sherlock won’t like you being out here with me,” he replied.

“I don’t see why he’d care that much,” you replied.

It was a very droll eye roll that brought his gaze down to you. Your raised eyebrow only caused him to purse his lips. He brought the cigarette back to his lips, slow to blow the smoke out, away from you, still considerate even in his annoyance.

“You are his girlfriend. He is hardly my biggest fan. He would not want you to focus your emotional energy on me,” he replied, “not that I ever believed him capable of having a girlfriend.”

“Careful, Mycroft, you’re sounding bitter. Jealous?” You nudged him with your shoulder.

The look he gave you was so cutting you were shocked you were still in one piece. 

“You really don’t think he’s capable of having a girlfriend?” you asked when it became clear he wasn’t giving you an answer.

“Sherlock is hardly like you normal people. He’s never indicated it was something he wished for before,” he said, “you must be special.”

“I like to think so,” you said, looking down at your scuffing feet. 

When you looked up, he was gazing down at you with such an expression of aching you felt yourself reel back. You stared up into his face, trying to piece together why he would be looking like that. Why he would be so upset about you being with Sherlock. Why Sherlock thought you being his girlfriend would annoy him. 

A seed of hope began to bloom in your chest.

You lent closer, watching the way his eyes darted down to the place your arm brushed against his. He brought his cigarette back to his lips, inhaling deeply. You inched closer. His eyes darted down to you.

“Mycroft, are you jealous?” you asked.

“Why would I be jealous?” he asked, trying to look as if he was unbothered. You knew him better than that.

“You seem jealous,” you said. 

“There is no reason to be jealous,” he replied.

“No?” You inched closer, practically pressed against his side, “you’ve never wanted to be the one I was in a romantic relationship with?”

“You think highly of yourself,” he said.

“You’re deflecting,” you said, grinning up at him. 

“It doesn’t much matter, given your feelings for my brother,” he replied.

“And what are my feelings for Sherlock? Go on, do your deduction thing,” you said.

His eyes swept over you before he turned away, looking back out onto the rainy street. His cigarette was almost down to the filter, and you were certain once he was done he’d be walking away. There was no returning to the table after the exit he’d given. 

“Go on. Or aren’t you as good as you pretend to be?” you goaded.

“You’re comfortable around him and being in his space. You’re comfortable being physically close to him. You smile at him a lot. You enjoy spending time with him,” he said, “conclusion, you have romantic feelings for him.”

“Interesting,” you said.

“Is it? I don’t find it particularly so,” he replied.

“Well, I’m just wondering if those same things could be applied to someone else,” you said, “if you’ve noticed me having the same symptoms around someone else?”

“It would be rather unfriendly to my brother if I had,” he replied.

“So you’ve never seen me smile at another man a lot? Or enjoy spending time with another man? Or be comfortable being physically close to another man?” you asked, smiling up at him, your arm brushing his from how close you were. 

He didn’t answer, staring down at you, eyebrows drawing together. You waited, wondering if that big beautiful brain would be able to put the pieces together. 

“Are you suggesting you have romantic feelings for multiple people?” he asked.

“I’m suggesting that perhaps your conclusion is faulty,” you replied.

“Does my brother know?” he asked.

“That I’m not particularly interested in him romantically? Yeah I’d say so,” you replied.

“Then why was he playing happy families with you?” he asked.

“That’s a question for him,” you replied with a small shrug, “I’d rather find out why you were so jealous when you thought I did.”

“I’m not jealous,” he said.

“No? You weren’t hoping I’d flash my pretty smile in your direction?” you asked.

He dropped his cigarette, crushing it underfoot as he put out the smouldering end. You sighed, knowing he was about to walk away, taking the umbrella and your refuge with him. In desperation, you grasped his forearm. He froze, looking down at it, but you refused to let go until you got some answers. 

“Sherlock was right. It does annoy you that I’m with him,” you said, “why?”

“Sherlock is a meddling busybody.” he muttered.

“Why?” you asked again.

He didn’t answer, jaw clenching, staring down at you. Your fingers tightened on his forearm, refusing to let him out of the question.

“Mycroft,” you whispered, “why?”

He shook his head. You sighed, wondering why you bothered. You drew back, ready to step out into the rain and go home. You were tired of dealing with these brothers and the games they played, especially when you were put in the middle of them. You took a step away, tensing for the cold rain, only to find him following you with his umbrella.

“He believes I’m fond of you,” he said, “I suppose this was his way of forcing the issue.”

“Mycroft,” you said, heart doing a backflip in your chest.

“Of course this could have been his way of proving that you prefer his company to mine. Not a fact I needed to be demonstrated as it’s one I’m well aware of,” he carried on before you could say anything else.

“Why would you think that?” you asked.

“I know how I come across. I don’t collect pets like Sherlock does. I’m not built for it,” he said.

“Are you fond of me?” you asked.

“That’s irrelevant,” he said.

“Not to me it’s not,” you said.

“Yes, I suppose I’m fond of you,” he said.

“It’s a good thing I’m not dating Sherlock then, isn’t it?” 

You pushed up onto your toes, hand curling around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He jerked back, a full story of emotions going over his face. Horror filled you. Stumbling back, your heart was thudding in your chest. You’d overstepped the line so completely. 

The wash of cold water left you gasping for breath. 

“Sorry,” you said to him, still sheltered under the umbrella, “oh god, I’m so sorry.”

You were ready to turn tail and run. He was never going to want to see you again, Only then he was dropping the umbrella and reaching for you. He swept you up into his arms, kissing you like a drowning man finding air. You wound your arms around his neck, letting him lift you as he kissed you with a desperation that took your breath away. 

“Isn’t that just so romantic?” a familiar voice said, breaking through your haze.

He was slow to lower you back to the ground, careful with you, almost gentle. When he did, you didn’t want to turn away, knowing you were going to find an audience watching on and that would be more than you could handle. Embarrassment was already eating away at you, the cold from the rain not making it any better.

“Couldn’t you have waited until I didn’t have to be around to see that?” Sherlock asked, sounding like a whining teenager. You rolled your eyes.

“No,” Mycroft replied, curling an arm around you protectively.

You turned, finding Sherlock and his parents safely sequestered under the closest awning. Mycroft stooped to retrieve his umbrella, lifting it above your head, sheltering you once more from the rain. His arm tightened around you as you began to shiver, keeping you pressed against him.

“Oh leave him be, Sherlock,” his mum said, swatting at his arm, “don’t ruin this for him. It’s his first time in love.”

“Is it?” you asked, looking up into his face.

“I told you. I’m not built for this,” he said.

“You are when it’s with me,” you replied, pressing up onto your toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. His low groan was soft enough only you could hear it, a giving in to you, a relief that he was getting what he’d been yearning for for so long.

“Seriously, can’t you contain yourselves?” Sherlock asked.

“Nope,” you replied, “it was lovely seeing you again, Mr and Mrs Holmes. I hope you enjoy the musical.”

You grabbed Mycroft’s hand from your back, threading your fingers together. Tugging on him, you began to walk down the street, not really sure where you were going, but knowing you wanted to be alone with Mycroft. He followed you, letting you lead, looking a little dazed.

“I suppose Sherlock also knew that I have a crush on you,” you said, musing on it, “he really was playing matchmaker.”

“Don’t give him the benefit of the doubt. He wanted to vex me,” he replied.

“Still, it worked, didn’t it?” You squeezed his hand.

“Yes, I suppose it did,” he said, gazing down at you.

Your shoulder bumped against his arm. You couldn’t keep the grin from your face, not able to keep your eyes from darting up to him. It was hard to believe this was actually happening, that Mycroft wanted you too, that he was allowing you to do this with him. 

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“That I’m lucky,” you said, “that I’m really really lucky to be here with you.”

Something in him softened, a small smile on his face lighting him up. 

“I believe I’m the lucky one, my dear,” he said.

“We’re both pretty lucky,” you said.

He paused at the lights, bending slightly to press a kiss to the top of your head. You tipped your head up, and he took your unspoken instructions, kissing you softly. You sighed, certain you were never going to grow tired of the feeling. 

“Definitely lucky,” you murmured when he pulled away.

Who knew a meddling Sherlock might just be the best thing to ever happen to you?

[emo-crowgirl]

I guess this could count as a continuation my whole “Miko being a glitch and somehow reverting into a root form” post. Because I did a lot more thinking on Glitch!Miko-focused scenarios and just: What happens if Miko were to encounter something that also originated from her game. Ranging from an npc to an item to an enemy.

Because ignoring any kind of “Miko Encounters Herself” scenario, just imagine.

Like for an item, sure Miko would probably be drawn to it immediately, especially if it’s something that her game equivalent uses. Glitches act on their code and even if Miko is Sentient/Sapient, consciously or not her game code will definitely at least influence her.

But what if it’s an item that Miko CANT use. Like say that Miko’s game has some kind of class system and Miko’s class isn’t meant to use a specific weapon, or Miko herself originates from an enemy or NPC and therefore simply can’t use any weapons that the player would pick up, because entities that aren’t the player can’t pick up and use the player’s stuff. They just aren’t programmed to be able to do it.

For a real world equivalent or items from any other glitch, Miko’s fine. Her programming doesn’t care because there’s nothing in her code telling her that she can’t pick this thing up, plus Miko is obviously not a regular glitch. She’s Sapient and clearly capable of at least somewhat defying her programming. Or maybe her code literally does not recognize this glitch item because it’s not explicitly from her game of origin. Glitches are good at effectively ad-libbing or ignoring stuff like that.

But then Miko sees some item from her own game, and her code can TELL. Miko may or may not recognize it, maybe some deja vu, but her code knows exactly what it is and exactly how Miko is and isn’t supposed to interact with it. It could range from a complete mental block where Miko can’t get herself interact with it because her code is subconsciously preventing it, to Miko managing to pick it up, only for her code to freak out and start breaking down because it has no idea how to handle this scenario that according to it, should be impossible. Maybe the item can also tell, it’s also a glitch with its own programming, and just doesn’t let Miko touch it. Sliding away from her, doing it’s best to get the fuck out of Miko’s hands if she manages to pick it up, and also proceeding to freak out and break down if Miko holding it is such an crash-causing event.

And then there’s stuff like how characters from Miko’s game would interact with her. If Miko’s a player controlled character, enemies would probably zero in on her immediately, because even if there’s other techs around, they are literally MADE to fight Miko specifically. If she’s an enemy or boss the same goes for glitches of the player character(s). Or if she’s an NPC, who knows? Characters may not be able to interact with her at all. Enemies ignoring her because they were never programmed to attack NPCs, player characters unable to harm her because they were only programmed to speak to her, etc.

(Then again, Glitches DO seem to be able to ad-lib and operate just barely outside the normal restraints of their code if they need to, for example dialogue like Count Nogrog altering his single player dialogue to use plurals when dealing with two players or Team-Enter-Name creating dialogue on the fly when interacting with what they think is a regular map, so the glitch could just reclassify Miko as an enemy/player if they need to, but still).

But that also applies to Miko. She could see an enemy from her old game and go ballistic. Don’t even know if she’d even be aware of what she’s doing or if the sentient part of her just blacks out and whatever old programming she has buried beneath the parts of code that make her Miko takes over for a bit. Or she could see an enemy/player character/NPC and just. Not be able to harm them. She can harm other glitches, but her programming actively prevents her from harming something that according to it, should be impossible for her to harm in her original game.