#this is a bad fic but eh

[jetii]

#22 with Wrecker x Reader NSFW where team locks them in a closet and leaves for like an hour not knowing they were already together

been writing a lot of angst lately so this was a nice break from the sads. enjoy!

Something Sweet

Pairing: Wrecker x fem!Reader / Wrecker x Medic!Reader

Words: 4,103

Tags/Warnings: fluff, smut, established relationship, reader has a nickname, semi-public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Prompt: 22. “Kriff, this closet is smaller than I remembered.” / “Wait, when the hell have you been in here?”

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It's sweet, really.

You try not to take it the wrong way, how committed the others are to getting you and Wrecker together. After all, they have no idea. They don't know you're both already...something. Maybe they just think there's a chance the two of you are unaware. That you're both pining for each other, and if they could only give you both a little shove in the right direction, the rest would be up to you.

You can't blame them for not knowing. Wrecker is nothing but respectful and proper around you, keeping a careful distance between the two of you when you're around the others, and it doesn't take much of an effort to seem like just another comrade on his part. He's friendly with everyone, openly affectionate with most. You're one of the guys. And that's all.

Well, it's a little more complicated than that.

But as you see it, it's not your job to explain anything. It's not Wrecker's either, and so you're both playing the parts his brothers have written for you. You're the awkward medic with a crush, and he's the oblivious, lovable trooper who can't see what's right in front of his face.

The first few times the others tried to get you alone with Wrecker, you played along. You let yourself blush when Wrecker was nearby, kept your voice soft and flustered around him, and even let him catch you staring a time or two.

It wasn't hard. Wrecker's eyes are very distracting, especially when they're turned in your direction. And it's not like he had to be told. He's not a great actor, but he does a good enough job at seeming a little clueless. It's enough to make the others laugh, and they all have a good time at your expense.

You're not sure how long this little play is going to continue, or what's going to happen when it comes to a close, but you're determined to enjoy the ride.

And there is plenty to enjoy.

Wrecker is always happy to be a part of any scheme, especially one that gets him closer to you, so the smiles come easy for him. The others are in high spirits too, laughing more, cracking jokes. You can almost feel the tension lifting, and you don't have to say a word.

You know it can't last, but you're determined to keep a lid on it as long as possible. To keep everyone happy.

But this is... a bit much.

As soon as the door to the closet slides shut behind you, leaving you in the dark, you hear the familiar, unmistakable sound of Wrecker's laughter. You've been locked in.

Again.

"Oh, no!" Wrecker cries, trying, and failing, to sound surprised. "Looks like we're stuck here, Doc! Whatever will we do?"

You bite back a chuckle as you turn and bang on the door. "Guys? Come on!"

There's a click as the door locks, followed by the sound of Hunter's voice on the other side. "Oh, hey, sorry, this door's not working! I guess we'll just have to wait until the maintenance droid fixes it."

"I estimate that will take approximately two hours," Tech’s dry voice adds.

"Two hours?!" you hiss.

"Give or take," he replies. "It is hard to say. Maintenance droids aren't exactly known for their efficiency."

"Well, better make yourselves comfortable then," Crosshair's drawl comes through the door next.

You can just picture the four of them standing there outside the door, smirking and giving each other high-fives, proud of their handiwork. You can also picture yourself punching each and every one of them.

"Seriously?" you mutter.

"We'll check in with you in a little bit," Hunter says.

"Have fun!" Echo adds, and the four of them tromp away, still laughing, leaving you and Wrecker locked in.

You turn around and fumble for the light panel, squinting a little when the lights come on, bathing the small closet in a soft, golden glow. Your eyes settle on Wrecker, still standing there, hands clasped behind his back, trying very hard to look innocent. The moment your eyes meet, though, the act crumbles, and a grin spreads over his face

"Hey, Doc," he says, looking pleased. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Yeah," you say, leaning against the wall. "Fancy that."

You're not upset. Well, not much. You know they mean well, and you have to admit, it's kind of sweet. But you're a little tired of this. This is the third time they've tried to lock the two of you in a closet, and they've gotten more obvious with each attempt. They've stopped trying to make up excuses. Instead, they just herd the two of you into some cramped, dark space and shut the door, as if that's going to force the two of you together.

You suppose they're right about that.

"What a day, huh?" Wrecker asks, stepping towards you. He leans his shoulder against the wall beside you, still grinning. "Just the two of us. All alone."

You can't help a smile as you tilt your head back against the wall to look up at him. "I'm glad one of us is enjoying this."

His smile only widens, and he shrugs his massive shoulders. "It’s not that bad. Could be worse."

You look around the closet. There's barely enough room for the two of you, and the shelves are crowded with a variety of odds and ends. You recognize some medical supplies among them, a few things that you haven't used in years. The space feels even smaller with Wrecker's tall, broad body filling it, and you're already starting to feel a little warm. 

"Kriff, this closet is smaller than I remembered.”

“Wait, when the hell have you been in here?” Wrecker demands, crossing his arms over his chest and raising a brow at you.

You smirk, looking up into his eyes, enjoying the way he leans in a little. As much as you want to, you won’t give in. Not yet. You hold his gaze, your expression coy. "Wouldn't you like to know."

He huffs out a laugh, then reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, looking a little nervous.

"I'm just messing with you," you say quickly. "You're the first person I've been locked in here with."

"Lucky me," he says with a smirk.

You bite your lip, unable to resist teasing him a little. "If you play your cards right.”

Wrecker laughs again, a deep, full-bodied sound. It's your favorite sound, the one that makes your heart squeeze every time. The sound makes the closeness easier, the space between you smaller. You don't feel so claustrophobic when Wrecker is smiling down at you, his eyes dancing.

"So, uh... How long you think we're actually gonna be stuck here?" he asks, leaning a little closer.

"Dunno." You shrug, looking around the closet, feigning boredom. "Hours, Tech said."

"Well, isn’t that a shame," Wrecker replies, his voice low. His gaze flicks away from yours, and you watch his eyes trail slowly down the length of your body, lingering at your hips and your chest, and you bite back a sigh. The way his eyes darken as they rove over you, the way he licks his lips and swallows hard before meeting your gaze again sends a wave of heat through your body.

There's no doubt in your mind what's going to happen now.

You let your head fall back, tilting your face toward the ceiling. Your hair falls around your shoulders, and you arch your back a little, stretching. Wrecker sucks in a sharp breath. You smile and turn your face to the side, peering at him through your lashes.

"So,” you start. “Should we do it?"

Wrecker snorts, giving you an incredulous look. "That's how you're gonna ask? Really?"

"Well, what else would you suggest?"

"How 'bout something like..." he clears his throat. His voice drops to a husky murmur, and the sound of it sends a shiver through you. "Hey, Wrecker. You know how we're in this tiny closet, all alone? There's no way anyone would bother us in here, especially not since your brothers have locked the door. Maybe we could..."

"Wrecker, stop," you laugh. "Stop."

"What? Just sayin' what's on your mind," he teases. "C'mon. Say it. Ask me."

"Fine," you groan. You suck in a breath and smile, batting your eyelashes. "Hey, Wrecker. We're all alone in this closet. Want to fuck?"

He chuckles and steps closer. "See, now you're gettin' it."

You shake your head, still smiling, but you don't have time to make another quip. Wrecker closes the distance between you, one hand going to your waist, the other sliding up the back of your neck. He tilts his head and captures your lips with his, and the smile falls from your face.

Your hands fly up, grabbing at his chestplate, and you cling to him as you open your mouth to him. He kisses you hard, and you're breathless by the time he pulls away, trailing his lips down your jaw and neck. He tugs at the collar of your shirt, exposing more skin for his lips to explore, and you moan quietly, tilting your head back and pressing closer.

You're not sure if the others can hear, or if they're just pretending not to, but you've learned to keep your moans quiet, save them for the rare moments you can get Wrecker alone. Even now, your voice is soft, a mere whimper that only Wrecker can hear, but you can't help yourself.

The sound seems to spur Wrecker on, and his teeth scrape across your shoulder. Your hips buck forward, and the hand at your waist slides around, down, and his fingers brush over the front of your pants, teasing.

"Wrecker, please," you whisper, arching against him.

He lifts his head, eyes dark, a smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, yeah, I gotcha. Here. Let's get this off," he says, his hands finding the edge of your shirt.

You reach up, helping him pull it over your head. Your arms get tangled, though, and Wrecker laughs, struggling to free you.

"Hold on," he mutters. "Damn shirt, why you gotta be so— aha! There we go!"

Your arms are finally free, and the shirt hits the floor, quickly forgotten. You grab the edge of his chestplate, ready to remove it, but Wrecker has other plans. He's already pulling down your pants, yanking them down past your hips, taking your underwear with them. You gasp, grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself as you step out of them, kicking them aside.

"Wrecker—"

He kisses you again, softer this time, his hands going to your bare hips, holding you. You lean against him, your hands roaming, finding the latches for his armor, stripping him quickly. You focus on the lower half, too impatient to strip off the rest, and as soon as you've stripped him to his blacks, he pulls away, turning you.

You grab onto the shelf, and Wrecker's hands cup your ass, spreading you. Your breath catches, and a quiet moan escapes your lips as his thumb slips between your legs.

"Shit, you're already so wet," he murmurs, his voice low. He gives a quiet laugh. "Bet they can hear us. Bet they're listening."

"Fuck," you groan, resting your head against the shelves, heat flooding your cheeks.

"You like that?" Wrecker asks, his thumb moving faster, his fingers teasing your entrance. "You want them to hear you, huh? Want them to know what we're doing?"

You whine softly and push back against his hand.

"Yeah, thought so," Wrecker says. He slides a finger inside you, making you gasp, and a moment later, he adds a second, his thumb still moving.

You whimper, biting down on your lip to stifle the noise. His fingers move fast, and he doesn't ease into it, his movements eager, almost rough. But he knows you can take it, knows you like it. Your hips are already rocking back against him, fucking yourself on his fingers, and his free hand goes to your hip, pulling you back harder.

It's a lot. Wrecker's always like this, his desire for you overwhelming, and he can't seem to get enough. Sometimes he takes it slow, savoring every moment, drawing it out until you're shaking and begging, and even then, he doesn't always give in.

Other times, he's like this.

But the others have never heard it before, not like this. You're not sure if Wrecker is putting on a show, or if the thrill of being caught has him just as worked up as you, but he doesn't let up. His fingers are relentless, curling just right inside you, hitting that spot that makes you weak. And his thumb is still circling faster, the pressure almost too much, too good, making you dizzy.

"Shit, that's hot," Wrecker groans. "I can hear it, how wet you are."

Your cheeks are burning, but your hips rock harder, the sound of Wrecker's fingers slipping in and out of you is obscenely loud.

"Feels good," you whimper, "Wrecker, fuck, just like that..."

"Yeah, you like it?" He leans over, kissing the back of your neck. "I know you do. Always so good for me, aren't you, Doc? Always so wet, so good, you're perfect."

You groan, squeezing your eyes shut. Wrecker's dirty talk always does you in. His words wash over you, sending a shiver down your spine, and the heat between your legs is getting more and more unbearable.

"That's it," he mutters. "Keep going. Fuck yourself on my fingers."

You don't have any trouble following his orders. You rock your hips, pushing back and meeting him thrust for thrust, his fingers filling you perfectly. They curl just right, making your toes curl. Wrecker's thumb is a blur between your legs, and you're close. So close.

"Wrecker, fuck," you whine, clutching at the shelf. You're just about to fall over the edge when suddenly his fingers are gone.

You cry out, jerking back, searching for his hand. You find it at your hip, holding you steady, keeping you from falling. You try to catch your breath, to ask him why, but before you can, you feel him pressing against you. The bulge of his cock is hot, even through his blacks, and you can't help but grind against him.

He's still for a moment, letting you rock back against him, the friction making you shiver. You can feel how wet you are, smearing his blacks.

"Kriff, Wrecker, please," you moan. "Just fuck me."

"Gettin' ahead of yourself," he growls, his grip tightening on your hip.

"Please," you beg, desperate, writhing against him.

Wrecker chuckles, low and warm, and his hand moves, reaching down. You hear the familiar sound of his blacks being pulled down, and then the head of his cock is nudging against your folds.

"Wrecker, oh," you gasp, arching your back. He takes his time, dragging his cock through your folds and letting the tip tease at your entrance. You can feel his precum mixing with your own wetness, his cock slipping against you, coating himself. You moan, trying to push back, to take him, but Wrecker holds you in place, stopping you.

"Wrecker, please," you pant, looking over your shoulder.

He's leaning over you, his eyes dark, watching your face. He grins, his tongue poking out between his teeth, his eyes dancing.

"Yeah, yeah. Gotta get a good look, though," he murmurs. "Always look so pretty when you're beggin'."

"Wrecker—"

His hips jerk forward, pushing just the tip inside you. Your jaw drops, and a groan spills out, unbidden. Your eyes squeeze shut, and the sound is followed by a whimper as he pushes a little further, stretching you open.

"That's it," he murmurs, his hand tight on your hip, holding you in place. The other hand reaches around, sliding between your legs, finding the bud of nerves that he's been neglecting. His fingers brush over it, light and teasing, and the sudden pleasure makes your legs tremble.

"Oh, oh," you gasp, jerking against him.

"So fuckin' tight," Wrecker groans, his hand moving, stroking slowly. His cock inches deeper, stretching you open. It's a lot, it's so much, but he's careful, taking his time, letting you adjust to his size.

"Wrecker, please, please, please,” you whimper.

"There you go," he mutters, his voice tight. "Just like that, Doc. Just a little more."

You bite down on your lip, fighting the urge to moan. The further he sinks into you, the harder it is. It feels good, so good, and you can't stop the sounds from escaping.

"That's it," Wrecker whispers, his hand still working between your legs, his fingers sliding over the swollen nub. "There we go. Almost all the way, c'mon, take it, c'mon..."

You let out a soft, choked-off moan, feeling him slide deeper, deeper. His fingers flick against you, rubbing tight circles, and you can feel the tension building, coiling in your belly.

"Please, Wrecker," you pant, rocking back against him, trying to take him, desperate to feel him filling you completely. "Fuck me, please, fuck me."

"Shit," he hisses, and the hand at your hip tightens. He jerks his hips forward, and he slides the rest of the way inside you, filling you completely.

The moment his hips meet your ass, you're finished. You feel him bottom out, his cock pressing deep, and the pressure between your legs builds, and bursts. The sound that tears from your throat is a cross between a moan and a scream, and your entire body tenses, your walls fluttering around him. 

Wrecker curses, his hips jerking forward, but he stays buried deep, letting you ride it out. He keeps his hand still, but his fingers press down, adding to the pressure, and your legs shake. The orgasm rolls over you in waves, leaving you gasping for air as you cling to the shelf.

"Fuck," Wrecker groans. "That's so kriffing hot, Doc. Did you just...did I make you...?"

You nod, unable to speak, still twitching, aftershocks rippling through you. Wrecker lets out a low chuckle, and his hips rock, pulling out a few inches before pushing back in, slow and deep.

"Yeah? You gonna do it again?"

"Oh," you gasp, nodding, your head spinning. "Yes, please, Wrecker, yes."

He laughs, then, louder, a full-bodied sound. "Alright, then. Guess we better get started."

You manage a laugh, breathless and delirious, but it's cut short when Wrecker's hips start to move. He slides out slowly, his cock dragging through your walls, before pushing back in, just as deep. Your mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. Your eyes are squeezed shut, every nerve ending is on fire, every movement sending another wave of pleasure through you.

You can feel Wrecker's breath on the back of your neck, hot and uneven, and his chest rumbles as he lets out a low groan. His hips speed up, rocking into you, and you push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. His cock stretches you perfectly, his length filling you in a way that only he can.

"Kriff," Wrecker growls. "You're so tight, fuck, that's it, c'mon."

His hips slam forward, harder, and his pace increases, the sound of his thrusts echoing off the walls. The shelves rattle, and there's the clink of glass, but you don't care.

"Yes," you moan, bracing yourself, pushing back against him. Your eyes fly wide, and you bite back a squeal when Wrecker's fingers move again, rubbing you faster.

"C'mon, c'mon," he pants. "Gonna make you come again."

"Wrecker, oh, I'm close," you whimper. “Please.”

"You're so cute when you're needy," Wrecker chuckles, and then he's pressing close, his mouth against the side of your neck. He leaves kisses, hot and messy, across your skin, and his thrusts are growing rougher, more erratic.

It's all you can do to hold on, his fingers still working between your legs, and he's pushing you closer, closer, each thrust bringing you nearer to the edge. Your legs are trembling, your heart pounding, and you feel like you might explode.

"Fuck," you moan.

"Close?"

"Yes," you whimper, nodding frantically. "I'm...I'm gonna come again."

"Good," he growls. "Do it."

You cry out, and his fingers speed up, flicking against you, faster, faster. Your thighs are soaked, and the air is heavy with the scent of sex, the wet sounds of his cock pounding into you, the harsh, ragged gasps of his breath.

It's too much, too good, and his movements are growing clumsy, his thrusts harder, rougher. You can feel him swelling inside you, his cock throbbing, and his breaths are coming faster.

"Fuck," he pants, his fingers moving, rubbing circles. "Fuck, Doc, gonna come soon."

"Oh," you moan. Your entire body tightens, your toes curling, and the heat in your abdomen is almost unbearable. Your legs shake, and then, just as his teeth sink into your shoulder, you snap.

You let out a muffled scream, burying your face in the crook of your arm. The noise is high-pitched, a whine that quickly turns into a whimper as your whole body spasms. You cling to the shelves, the only thing keeping you upright, and the world spins.

Wrecker groans, and his hips jerk forward, once, twice, before stuttering, slamming deep. He presses his forehead to your shoulder and comes with a growl, his hands on your waist, holding you still. You feel the warmth spreading through you as his cum fills you, and it’s enough to send a last shiver through you, a final weak burst of pleasure. You sag, going limp, and Wrecker's grip on you is the only thing holding you up.

He's breathing hard, too, his chest rising and falling against your back. He holds you close, and you sigh, letting your eyes drift shut.

After a moment, he chuckles, nuzzling the side of your neck. "Feel good?"

"Yeah." You giggle, wiggling your hips, and you hear him groan.

"You're so kriffin' cute." Wrecker gives you one last squeeze, and then he's pulling out, his fingers moving between your legs to catch the rush of wetness that follows. You shudder and gasp at the sensation, and he chuckles.

"Hold on," he says. "Gotta get cleaned up. Here, just stay there."

You can only hum in response, too exhausted and sated to argue. You glance over your shoulder, watching as he steps back and starts searching for a rag or some towels. You catch a glimpse of his cock, still glistening with your combined fluids, and you bite back a grin.

"Here, lemme get you," Wrecker says, crouching beside you.

He reaches between your legs, cleaning away the mess, and then gently wipes the rest of the evidence from your thighs. You giggle as he straightens up, and you reach out, grabbing his shoulder for support as you stand.

He's got a self-satisfied smirk on his face, and he winks at you as he starts to clean himself up. "Well, that was fun, huh?"

You roll your eyes, but can't help laughing. "Yeah, Wrecker. That was fun."

He flashes you a grin and reaches down to pick up your shirt, handing it to you. You pull it on quickly and turn around, watching as he tucks himself back into his blacks and fixes his armor, making himself decent.

"You think they heard us?"

Wrecker's grin widens. "I'm pretty sure the whole base heard you."

"Hey!"

"What?" Wrecker laughs. "You're not exactly quiet."

You groan, rolling your eyes, and reach up to fix his collar. "And whose fault is that?"

"Mine," Wrecker agrees. "And I'm very proud of that."

He's smiling, and you can't help but return it. He reaches out and takes your hand, tugging you closer, and he wraps an arm around you. You lean into him, letting him hold you for a moment, enjoying the quiet.

But it's not long before the silence is broken by the sound of Hunter's voice, shouting from outside.

"Hey, uh, are you two done?"

You sigh, resting your head against Wrecker's shoulder. "Guess we better let them know."

Wrecker's arm tightens around you, and his other hand goes to your hip. He pulls you flush against him and tilts your chin up with his thumb. He kisses you again, softly, and your eyes flutter closed.

"Let's give them a minute," he says with a grin. "Let 'em sweat."

You laugh and close your eyes, listening to the muffled voices outside, and you lean into Wrecker.

"Yeah," you agree, your lips brushing his. "Let's."

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙹𝙰𝙶𝙾 𝙵𝙸𝙲⁉️⁉️⁉️ 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙹𝙰𝙶𝙾 𝙵𝙸𝙲‼️‼️‼️˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“LLOHOHOYDIE PLEHEASE! H-HAHAVE MERCY!!” Jay cried as he writhed and wriggled underneath his little brother, laughing up a storm as the blonde squeezed his sides mercilessly. 

“I’ll 'have mercy' on you once you tell me the truth, Jay Walker.” The younger glared, moving his hand to scratch alongside the other’s underarms.

The lightning ninja squawked helplessly, hugging his middles as he shook his head back and forth, “I AHAM! I SWAHAH— squeak! I SWEAR IHIHI’M TEHELLING THEHE— squeak! TRUHUTH— squeak MY GAHAHAD!!” The older whined.

Now, as you know, dear reader…today marked the official start of October.

And a couple weeks before to celebrate, Lloyd bought a bunch of candy bags for two wonderful people…

…Him and himself.

So consider the blonde’s absolute surprise when all of his candy bags…mysteriously vanished from his secret hidden pantry…

…Guess it wasn’t so secret now but still!!!

“PlahEASE!! Ihi dihihidn’t taHAHAKE yohour DUHUMB CAHahandy staHASH!!” The brunette squealed, pushing on his brother’s chest in a small attempt to get him to stop tickling him.

The smaller teen just rolled his eyes, pinching the other’s hips and in result, Jay squealed once more as he flailed his arms around, banging his feet on the ground.

The freckled face teen held his brother’s wrists, “L-LLOHOYD!!”

“Hm~?” The Green ninja hummed.

“DUHUDE PLEHAHEASE!!”

“'Please' what~?” The youngest asked smugly, “Pleeeease keep tickling you?” 

“NOHOH!!” The brown haired boy yelled, “NAHAH— squeal! NOHO!! LLOHOYD COHOHOME OHAN!! NOHO F-FREEHEEAKING TEHEHEASING!!” 

“I’m not teasing you.” Lloyd giggled as he scratched alongside his brother’s ribs, “I’m just asking you a question, big bro.” The blondie said as he abruptly scribbled his fingers on Jay’s stomach. 

“LLOHOHOYD!!”

“Yeeeeees~?” 

“CAHAN YOHOU FUHUCKING STOHOP?!”

The hazel eyed teen rolled his eyes once more as he poked the older’s lower stomach rapidly, “Not until you tell me where my candy is.”

The freckled faced teen whined through his laughter once more, shaking his head back and forth like a ball during a tenis match, “BuhUT— GAH! I-Ihi dohoHAH! IHI dunnohoh whehere IHAT IHIHIS!!” 

“Suuuuuure you don’t.” The Green ninja hummed sarcastically, “And I’m the Grinch.” 

“Yohou suHUHURE ahare buhuilt LIHIKE hihim— WAHAIT! WAHAIT NAHA— squeal!! NO! NONOHOH! I’M SAHARRY!” The lightning ninja cried, his eyes widening like saucers as his younger brother effortlessly held his wrists above his head and started nibbling on his neck.

Not to mention, the youngest of the ninja team had legit fangs that was further putting Jay into a giggly blob.

The brunette squealed and screamed as happy tears started to form in his eyed, “I SAHAID IHI WAHAS SOHORRY! IHIHI SAHAID IHI WAHAS SAHAHARRY!!!”

“Oh, I heard your apology…I just don’t care for it.” The Green cladded teen giggled. 

“COHOME OHAN!! I-IHI’LL DOOHOO AHAHANYTHING!!”

“Tell me where my candy is.” 

“FOHOR THEHEHE M-MIHILLIONTH TIHIME!! IHI DUHU— squeak! GAHASH NAHAHAAAAAA!!!” The Blue ninja howled as the other dug his thumbs into his hips as he ruthlessly nibbled his neck. 

The older bucked and flailed and squawked continously, trying to make his brother loosen his grip just a little…but his attempts to stop the blondie just ended in complete and utter vain as the other continued to torture him. 

I mean, in all honesty, what was happening right now was a genuine crime. 

Originally before all of this nonsense happened, Jay was chilling in his room, playing Roblox Piggy (fire ass game btw) but was interrupted as his gremlin of a brother basically bolted into his room, bombarding him with questions.

That’s breaking and entering.

Then the hazel eyed freak of a teenager dragged the elder by the collar and threw him in the living room!

That’s assualt and battery.

And if the freckled faced teen continued to let the shortest of the ninja group carry on with his henious crimes…Jay would be a dead man.

And if you were unaware…dead men can’t sue.

“IHI squeal! IHI. DOHOHON’T. KNOHOHOW!!” The elder said for probably the millionth time today. 

The younger just shook his head, tsking like some wannabe anime character, “Oh don’t give me that, Bluey. When I was little you used to steal my candy aaaaaaall the time.” 

“HNFFAHAHACK! YOHOU squeal STIHILL AHARE LITTLE!”

“YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!!” The other shouted, scribbling his nails in the crook of Jay’s neck, “Just tell me where you hid my candy and you might be spared.”

“'MIHIHIGHT'?!”

“Well, as much as I hate to admit it: your laugh is genuinley cute and funny…I can’t get enough of it~!”

“SCREHEHEHEW OHOHOHAFF!!!” The freckle faced teen hollered as he banged his heels on the carpet living room floor, his face starting to change color to a beet red, “YOHOU BRAHAHAT! STAHAP squeal THIHIS INSTANT OHOR YOU’LL BE IHIHIN A squeak WORLD OHOHOF HURT!”

“Oh really?” The blonde said, completely un-phased by the threat. 

“YEHES REEHEEHEEALLY!!”

“Are you suuuure?”

“YES!”

“Positivley sure?”

“YEHEHES!!”

“Absolutely 100% sure?”

“YEHES— N-NOHOH! NOHOHO!!! IHI’M NAHAT SUHURE!” Jay cackled as Lloyd went back to squishing his sides. “But you just said yeeees~!” The youngest taunted, “C'mon~! Show me this 'world of hurt' you were referring to.” 

Almost immediately, the dark blue cladded teen used his powers to lightly send electric buzzes to the kid’s sides, “G-GYAH! Hey! Hehey! No! Noho yohou— EEP! StaHAP!” The Green ninja squealed but stubbornly still continued to tickle his older brother.

He would get his candy back if it was the last thing he did…

“That’s it!” Lloyd shouted, getting up and wrapping both of Jay’s feet in a headlock with both of his arms.

The curly haired teen gulped, bracing himself as his younger brother was about to absolutely murder him…

…Which honestly would not look great on the hazel eyed teen’s crime record but who was Jay to judge? 

“I-Ihihis squeak ihat squeal toohoo squeak l-lahate to sahay I’m squeak sohohorry squeal again…?”

“How’d you know~?” The blondie grinned as he ruthlessly scribbled his fingers over the other’s feet and the other in question went BALLISTIC. The lightning sparks coming from the lightning ninja’s hands were shooting anywhere and everywhere and they would be lucky if the power didn’t go out by how much sparks were flying… 

“NAHAHAH OHO SQUEAK SHIHIHAT!!! SHITSHITSHIT— SQUEAL GAHAHASH NOHOHO—!!!” The brunette screamed. 

“Ihi’m barely touching you—”

“SHUHUT UP!! SHUHUHUT. UHUP!!!”

“Uno reverse, big bro…you’re the one hollering and tollering like a five year old.” 

“BEEHEEHECAUSE YOH—GYAHAH! OHO JEEHEEZ NO! WHYHY THEHEHEHERE?!” The elder loudly cackled as happy tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Bad spot, huh~?” 

“SHUHUHUT UP— SQUEAK AHALREHEADY!!” 

“Is that seriously the only remark you can come up with? 'Shut up?'” The blonde smugly said as he tickled the middle arch of Jay’s foot, “Cmon~! You can do better than that, Jay-Jay…”

“OKAHAHAY!! OKAHAHAY STAHAHAP!! STAAAAHAHAP!!!” 

“I’ll stop once you show me where you hid my sweets!” The hazel eyed teen huffed, “And speaking of sweets…maybe I should go to this sweet spot over here~!” He said as he tickled underneath Jay’s toes. 

“NAHAHAH SQUEAL N-NOOOOOHOHOHOH!!!” 

“Should we help…?” Cole said to Kai as he munched on one of Lloyd’s bag of Skittles, leaning on the living room doorway and casually watching the youngest completely murder the Lightning ninja. “Nah. He’ll be fine.” The red cladded teen shrugged carelessly, leaning on the doorway as well. 

“Besides, this is entertaining to watch…want a gummy bear?” Kai offered. 

“Don’t mind if I do.” Cole grinned, taking a handful of gummy bears from the bag the other was holding and plopped them into his mouth.

💙👻💚👻💙👻💚

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚🎃𝙵𝙸𝙽🕸️˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[formulapookie]

Under the stars

rosquez

they aren't good, not even on speaking terms as of now, not been on fucking terms for a while, but the lingering presence of vale is something heavy to Marc right now.

Of all people it was his side of the garage the one glued to that neon yellow monstrosity of Bezzecchi's garage.

And Vale wasn't fucking shutting up, constantly talking to his rider and telling him how to correct or change a certain something in a certain corner.

He was sick of it, hearing that pointy voice on the other side of the thin wall and not being able to see him.

For how much of a shield or shell he ould build there would have always been a little crack that let Vale through his armour into his chest.

Nestled there like a virus, ready to attack.

He gets up and exits the garage, he needs space, air, quiet.

There's a place where he could go, and even if it is, was, their place it's not like Vale is going to go there.

They didn't even look at eachother earlier in the morning at breakfast.

Or well, Vale didn't look at him, Marc's eyes glued themselves to his curls more than once, always looking away before being spotted.

He breaths in the humid air of the ring, the smell of fuel and the sound of engines managing to calm his mind, untaunted by Vale's voice.

"Where you listening to my tips as well? Could benefit you after the stupid mistake you pulled yesterday in the sprint"

Oh fucking hell. Can't he just have ten minutes to himself?

"I think I manage well for myself Vale, I remind you I have eight Championships, how many does your kid have?"

"No need to insult my rider thank you"

Marc doesn't answer, he doesn't want to, they shouldn't even be talking, let alone discuss.

"You don't talk to me for two years and the first thing you tell me after all this time is an insult, what a way to do things Vale"

"More of a provocation than an insult"

"Oh fuck off Vale what do you want? Me not to fight your precious champion too much next year? To let him win if he wants? To gift him the championship like you think I did with Lorenzo?"

He shouldn't be like this on front of Vale, it's too much skin exposed, too many thoughts said.

He knows Vale compared him to a shark that bites harder if he smells blood, but right now Vale would be much more adequate to the metaphor than him.

"As I already said Pecco doesn't need you in the garage to show he's a Champion, so no, didn't come here to talk to you about him" "Then what do you want? I came here to not hear you talking and you managed to disturb me anyway" "You came here and didn't think that maybe I could come here too?"

Marc's heart skips a beat, a breath gets caught in his throat. Why does it have to happen to him? Why does Vale manage to always sting him when he's not prepared?

"I don't see why you would" "Don't act like an idiot Marc, you know why"

No he fucking doesn't, because Vale has not uttered a word to him for two whole years, they haven't woken up in a random motel together in a year and a half, so he doesn't fucking know why he would.

"No"

Vale scoffs, walking closer to him, now there's roughly a meter between them.

"It's our place no? You called it like this after the first time we came here, you told me we should've had an 'our place' in every track"

Marc didn't think he remembered, words spoken by a lovestruck kid between the sheets of Vale's motorhome, words that still cut too deep even now.

"I agreed that we should've because we couldn't spend too much time in my motorhome and not raise suspicions. And then we went there again for the whole weekend, you sat on that edge and told me you wanted to see the stars, so I shut off the lights on the building and you watched them"

Why is Vale doing this? Why is he talking about that night with that fondness in his voice? Marc doesn't like this, he hates it he - he can't hate it.

He's caught in a trap of lasers and blades and he doesn't know how to get out from the maze that is Valentino's speech.

"I still don't understand why you would come here"

Somehow Marc manages to keep a steady and neutral voice, despite his will is to cry at the memory Vale just revived.

"Because I knew you'd be here" it's the first time tonight, this year actually, that they make proper eye contact, staring into each other's souls for a seconds which seems and eternity.

Marc feels like drowning in the ocean Vale's eyes are, Vale feels like he's wondering in an ancient forest if he looks long enough.

"And I feel like I owe you an apology. Fuck ok more than just an apology, I owe you so much more"

After years. Years. He spent wondering if he would ever hear these words they're finally here.

"I was wrong. About a lot of things, especially those regurding you and your - you saying you were a fan of mine, that I was skeptical whether or not you had posters of me at your house, despite I went there and saw them. I was an asshole. I wanted to hurt you as much as I could and I said the most stupid and hurtful thing I could think of, I knew that if I publicly doubted of you then you would’ve let go”

“You’re apologising?”

Marc doesn’t believe it, can’t believe Vale is actually saying these words to him, in reality, right here right now.

“Yes. And don’t get me wrong, I’m still angry about the 10th, but I was a dickhead about it and a whole other bunch of things”

There’s a tension in the air, uneasiness between them.

It’s not normal to be in this situation, both vulnerable and bare in front of the other.

It’s like they’re saying “my heart is here, if you want to stab it do it now, i’m defenceless”

“Marc I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just needed to say I’m sorry because I’ve been sorry for a long time but I didn’t want to tell you. I was scared to look stupid or weak. I don’t care now, I just had to make sure next year there’s no resentment in the garage”

Marc has tears in his eyes.

He wants to let them all out, wants to curl up in a ball and let himself be consumed by years of torment and suffering.

“I was a kid Vale. I - fucking he’ll I was Celestino’s age. What would you do to someone if they did what you did to me to Celestino?”

“Probably I’d punch them. Probably I’d keep them as far as possible from him and tell him to never interact with them again. I am not an idiot Marc I know I have no right to expect you to forgive me. But I just ask for no resentment”

“I forgave you already. I forgave you the week after you said those things about me. A week after you called me a liar I had already forgiven you. I just wanted to hear these words back then”

Vale is honestly dumbfounded. Because yeah he knew Marc didn’t hold the type of grudge he held for him but.

Forgiving him after a week? That was just insane.

“You have really zero self preservation sense eh? That’s why you race like that still”

“I forgave you because I was in love with you Vale. I hoped that if I just loved you enough, that’d be good for the two of us, I thought I could love enough for both. Thought I could get over you going me those nasty looks and just calling me when you wanted to fuck. Because I had enough love for two”

And Vale didn’t think he could feel more shitty than he did when he had that mental trip months ago when he realised how actually cruel he had been, and how he had to apologise.

He hadn’t told Uccio, obviously.

Or Pecco. Or Luca. Or any of the people he knew.

“I thought you felt - ok not the same as me but I thought you hated me at least a little bit. I am sorry. Really. I know I should’ve apologised long ago, that this I’m doing now it’s basically useless but you had to hear it from me”

And now tears just can’t be held by Marc anymore.

He’s not crying desperately but tears stream down his face, quietly, like a mountain river.

“I know I should tell you to fuck off and go back to you garage and tell you I don’t give a fuck about your apologies”

Now Marc is breathing normally again, eyes locked with Vale’s, there’s not a layer of lies in it.

“But I just can’t. I want to be honest with you, I was - still am - hurt by what you said. But I am so fucking stupid and still love you so much and I forgive you”

Vale wants to cry too now, Marc hasn’t changed a bit. He’s still that lovestruck kid he fell in love with ten years ago. And it sickens him, because he can see who he hurt.

“Can” Marc’s voice gets interrupted by a sob, light now completely down at the track, just the moon making its appearance.

“Can we watch the stars Vale? I miss them”

“Si. Ill go turn the lights off, you stay here and we watch the stars ok?”

Marc nods, he’s scared, of course he’s scared.

He’s scared Vale will run away again, that he would leave him alone up there, that he will make fun of his helpless reaction with his friends.

But Vale takes 5 seconds to shut off the buildings lights, leaving just the many stars to light up in Marc’s eyes.

“Im sorry. I will go away if you want. When you want”

“No Vale no please. Please don’t go. Not again I don’t want you to go away again. Watch the stars with me”

And Vale does just that, sat beside Marc, heads touching, thousands of words still to say, millions of apologies still to be done.

But now, in this fragment, it’s just them.

Them and the stars.

[kaleidoskuls]

i NEED mike to casually mention jumping off the quarry and i NEED everyone who wasn't there to witness it to Freak The Fuck Out

[howabhwmwn]

Gus and Gale on a date ✧ painted for the gift exchange Blue Christmeth. ✧

[jam-packed]

dog boy bez dog boy bez i think of you sweetly.

uh fic idea where bez seduces marc with his cringefail dogboy swag and then they have crazy gay sex. that's all i got

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Kinda tempted to write Merlin whump.

Making fictional characters process shit so I don’t have to seems productive, right?

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

On the night of Callum’s eighteenth birthday, the first one he's had with Rayla, she has some birthday kisses to make up for (sixty-six, to be exact).

Surprise! I didn't know this was gonna happen lol, it just did. Only a LITTLE bit late, like an hour past midnight, so... happy late birthday, Callum? It's fine, you get to make out with Rayla. Enjoy!

Rayla pressed her back against the door as she closed it, smiling at Callum now that they were finally alone. “Well. Happy eighteenth, Mister Mage. All grown up.”

“Yeah, now us being together isn't considered pedophilia,” Callum laughed, pulling her into him by the waist and kissing her sound. He was only partly joking about that; other human nobles still biased against Xadia raised a fuss about anything they could, and the fact that Rayla was eighteen and Callum only seventeen had been a prime weapon, going so far as to claim she was preying on him. (And if their pillows were always warm and socks always soggy, then, well, Callum and his Aunt Janai knew absolutely nothing about that)

Rayla gladly reciprocated, holding his upper arms as she melted into him. A beat later, just as Callum was about to dare to slip his tongue into her mouth, she whispered, “Hold on. Go to the bed.”

Flushing bright red at the words, at what was left unsaid, Callum brought a giggling Rayla with him by both her hips and lips, stumbling over his own feet in his excitement to plop them down on the bed.

Rayla grinned, gripping his forearm and leaning in close. “Calm down! I haven't even told you what your present is.”

She'd been elusive about it all night, tossing him overexaggerated winks, blowing kisses he always caught and returned, dipping her gaze into a wine glass as she smirked. “Tell me?” he whined.

Rayla settled herself between his legs, pushing his hair back as he looked down at her adoringly. She was his whole world, and now that she was sure of it, she could use it to get anything she wanted out of him.

She was merciful now, though, granting him a press of her lips to his forehead even as her eyes went half-lidded and sparkly. “Well, I have birthday kisses to make up for…”

Rayla ghosted her lips over his cheek, marking a trail from just below his ear to his jaw, nose tracing his jawline as Callum gasped and clutched at her waist. It wasn't like this was new; they'd had sex before, after all, but every moment with Rayla, intimate or not, sent him spiraling back to a fumbly fourteen-year-old, awestruck and enamored and caught up in wanting to do everything right by her because she was everything.

So of course Callum gulped even as the prospect admittedly thrilled him. Kisses were kisses, and kisses reigned supreme. Especially Rayla kisses.

He knew, of course, that she was teasing him about the “making up for” bit, but the way she said it wasn't exactly spectacular.

So Callum gripped her wrist as it drifted to cup his face, making eye contact with her startled, hazy ones. “Rayla, you don't owe me anything. Especially- especially not kisses, or anything like that. I- I just really love you, and you don't have to kiss me for me to know, and-”

Rayla sighed, pulling closer to his lap. Her eyes dropped to his lips, likely thinking of shutting him up that way, but restrained herself to tell him, “Callum, I love you, too. And I want to kiss you. Really bad. Okay? I wouldn't do something like that just because I thought I owed you.”

Callum let himself nod, knowing there were boundaries Rayla had set for herself that she'd never cross, no matter how frustrated with herself or how self-destructive she was. “Okay.”

“Do you believe me?” Rayla asked gently, cupping his face in her palm this time and finally, finally shifting onto his lap.

Despite the fog quickly swarming his consciousness, rational thought, Callum smiled through it and squeezed her thighs. “I believe you. And love you and trust you.”

Rayla's fingers splayed across his face, his ears between her index and middle finger, pushing him back against the headboard. “Good. Now, let’s see… Fifteen plus sixteen plus seventeen plus eighteen… What's that? Like, seventy?”

Callum ran the numbers through his head even as his mouth got dry. “Sixty-six.”

Sixty-six Rayla kisses. By the gods, he was going to explode.

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[bacchuschucklefuck]

laying here spinning in my head 1/adaine's new gf meets riz for the first time fic or 2/riz and baron fake dating for event thing fic maybe I just wanna think abt future stuff for my guy. just pure thinkin bout him chillin kickin ass

[funakounasoul]

I drew a pic...for the fic.

I can't believe I did it, though lmao

(I was tempted to add a sleepy Nomoto imagining this in the corner but decided to make a fully romantic piece)

[rocksanddeadflowers]

Me: okay time to try writing some romantic violinspector fluff to feed the fixation *proceeds to autisticly project onto Lyf and lore dump about my TBI Tyr and Fenrir headcanons* yep!!! Doing great!!!!

[ringaroundtheroses]

rizzed her up

[necrotic-nephilim]

do you ship helena bertinelli with anyone? if yes, then which characters and why? what's your favorite helena ship? do you have any helena rarepairs? (i know you've talked about helena/steph and you're so right about it, it's a very interesting ship)

!!!! i have so many ships for my best girl ever yes oh my god thank you for asking.

my top pairing is probably Vic Sage/the Question. Vic is the basic answer, but man. i love them so much. no couple has matched each other's freak like that have. Justice League Unlimited is a great adaptation of Helena in general, but it also did a great adaptation of Helena and Vic's relationship. how he just dedicates himself to helping her with no expected return, but also wants to make sure she doesn't go too far in a hunt for vengeance that never ends for her. i think a lot of characters often want to change Helena or expect things out of her for their own needs, like the Batfam and the BoP. but Vic is one of the few people who just wants her to be better for her own good. when he tries to stop her from killing it's not because of his morals, it's because he doesn't want this crusade to consume her. and i just. man i think about them a lot. Helena rlly likes weird little men who give themselves wholly to her.

Zinda Blake/Lady Blackhawk is also a top ship for me. tbh i just like Zinda. but i do love how Helena and Zinda interact, being the more rough and tumble members of the BoP. they're both outsiders, in different ways. Helena is an outsider of the Batfam and Zinda is literally from a different time and an outsider to the current world. their friendship is so genuine and i think if Babs and Dinah can have. whatever homoerotic nonsense going on during BoP, then Zinda and Helena deserve some homoerotic nonsense too. as a treat.

if we're willing to count New-52 Helena, then i enjoy Helena/Dick/Tiger. i think Helena and Dick being a past relationship is really important in pre-Flashpoint for Helena's development, though i don't ship them as a serious couple beyond a fling. but in the New-52, i think this throuple be fun. Helena and Tiger respect each other as two very driven, no-nonsense agents and then well. they both clearly have some kind of thing for Dick. so it's fun finding the balance of how they could all work together romantically.

and ofc. it's a crime to mention Helena ships and not mention Renee Montoya/the Question. every time they interact it's really fucking gay. it's so gay that Kate Kane, Renee's own ex, assumed Helena and Renee were gay. i cannot be convinced against this ship. i genuinely think this ship should be canon. i mean. DC did tease us with this moment from an alternate universe and it's lived rent for me since. fucking criminal for us to only get one panel of what we could have if DC let Helena be a fruit in the main universe. being in love with Helena Bertinelli should be a right of passage for the Question mantle, i personally believe. if you asked me like. genuinely who i want to see Helena date in the current comics, Renee is my top pick. (i would say Vic but he's fucking dead and the New-52 butchered him so rip my mans-)

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besides those ships, just about every ship for Helena probably falls into the category of rarepair. like you said i've talked about my love for Helena/Steph before bc god. i think it should be a thing more people ship. once i finish the fic i'm writing about them i will convince others to like it.

i also think Helena/Cass could be fun. in a *lot* of ways Helena and Cass are narrative parallels to each other. Helena was a victim of her family being murdered at about the same age Cass was forced to be a murderer. Helena grows up to believe in lethal justice because of this, and Cass grows up to be staunchly against it. Cass' Batgirl suit was made *by* Helena. they both want to be protectors of the most vulnerable people. they balance each other out in a lot of ways and i think they should kiss about it.

also probably a rarepair, i think Helena/Lady Shiva is fun. their fight during Birds of Prey (2010) had... questionable moments for Helena's characterization, but i do love so much that Helena knocks Shiva off her feet and gains a deep respect from Shiva. like. Shiva gives her a nickname and shows her admiration. i would like to see fanfic where Shiva continues to be weirdly admirable of Helena and bothering her non-stop. they could be a fun fucked up toxic yuri moment. this is just. so gay to me.

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my most rare Helena pair would probably be Helena Wayne, actually. but specifically Helena Wayne of JSA (2022). ever since, for some reason, it was made canon that the current Helena Wayne was named after Helena Bertinelli and took the name Huntress to honor her i *cannot* stop thinking about them meeting. because in-universe it makes *no* fucking sense for Bruce to name his kid after *Helena Bertinelli*, someone he's regularly at odds with and doesn't like. it's clearly an awkward explanation to try to make the whole two Huntress situation make sense. (it's almost as bad as Helena Wayne in the New-52 using Helena Bertinelli as an alias.) but because it's such an odd choice, i do think it could be fun for Helena Wayne, when she's back in time to see Bruce, to find Helena Bertinelli to get to know the woman she was named after and Helena Bertinelli just being. baffled by the idea of *Batman* naming his kid after her. it could be a fun fucked up moment.

my other super rarepair is Kara Zor-L/Power Girl. they had like. one meaningful interaction of JSA Classified and it's been PLAGUING me. something about when Power Girl doesn't remember her past and she's seeking a friend, she instinctively goes to find Huntress? but it's wrong bc this isn't *her* Huntress and neither of them understand why Power Girl would seek Helena out? god it's so good. i'm always a big fan of ships where one person in the ship is *so* obviously using the other person as a replacement for someone they lost and they both know it. it's such a doomed angsty thing where you could play with Helena actually really liking Kara, but knowing that she's just a replacement for Kara's Helena Wayne. good fucked up shit man.

and lastly: i really ship her with Dawn Granger/Dove. there's no canon basis for this, they didn't have a ton of interactions even when they were both on the BoP. but there's a very kind innocence to Dawn that contrasts Helena's violence really well. and i do love a ship with a corruption kink vibe to it. let Helena corrupt Dawn. i could write such fucked up porn about these two.

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Day 6: Show/Fear

Prompt List

Pt. 5 of The Empire of Samadhi AU

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 (you are here) | Pt. 6

(This is day 6 of the Monkie Destiny Challenge Prompt Month October 2023)

Wordcount: 2k

Summary: Red Son is the son of an old empire, Mei is the daughter of a new one. Red Son, consumed by fire, was put into an induced stasis sleep to stop the world from burning until his family can find a way to safely remove the fire. They find a way but he never wakes up. Hundreds of years later he awakes to discover his power resides within another as she stares at him with wide eyes on fire.

Welcome to the Show. 

(This one’s a bit of a spookier one in light of this festive All Hallows’ Eve month. So warning for some mild body horror and creepy description. Please check the tags if you want more detail)

Their landing was awkward. 

Red Son ended up at the bottom of the pile with his face pressed into the floor with the other two on top of him. He knew immediately the destination was wrong when he felt wooden floorboards rather than dusty ash against his cheek. 

They had landed somewhere they weren’t supposed to. 

“Get off.” Red Son attempted to throw the two mortals off him and was kicked in the face twice by Mk before he managed to shove them both off onto the floor. “Idiots.” 

He lifted his head to look around and found they’d landed in a theatre of some kind. It was empty but the lights were on, bringing a warm sort of atmosphere. 

“Uh,” said Mei, with Mk draped over her lap like a limp rag-doll. “Hey, Samadhi Sifu… I think you took a wrong turn.” 

“I didn’t do anything,” Red Son spat. “Some idiot hijacked my portal.” He pushed himself to his feet, cursing under his breath. “They never would have been able to do so if I was at my full strength.” He straightened up after brushing small bits of gold dust from that shattered plate off his hanfu. It didn’t matter much due to the fact it was already covered in soot, but that couldn’t be helped. Merciful Buddha, he wanted a bath. 

“Ow,” said Mk, like he was the one who had gotten kicked in the face. Mei patted his back. 

Red Son glanced around the theatre. It was mostly built from wood. At first glance it appeared to be new, but the closer he looked the more blemishes and broken things there were. It was an old theatre. The curtains were threadbare. There were chips in the wood. The lanterns only lit the space dimly, just bright enough to create shadows without really lighting all that much. All the seats faced a massive white screen at the head of the room. It reminded Red Son of a shadow puppet screen, only much, much bigger. 

“We’ve got another thirty minutes here until my spell kicks back in,” Red Son said, glancing around for the doors or at least some sort of exit. He heard shuffling behind him and turned to see Mk falling off of Mei’s lap and face down onto the floor before popping back up, sitting cross-legged next to her. 

“Well, at least there’s no spooky monkey here,” Mei said. 

Upon being reminded of what exactly they’d been, not running, but retreating from, Red Son’s ire at whoever had portal-jacked him was washed over and drowned out by a very different sort of feeling. 

Mk and Mei seemed content to stay on the ground as Red Son started to pace in front of them. He muttered under his breath. 

Mk looked pale. Red Son had no doubt he’d be looking even paler if he’d known just who had been reaching for him. 

Red Son feared nothing. Not death, not life, and no living being. 

But his hands were shaking. 

From the cold, he hissed to himself through gritted teeth. He would never have been shaking if he had his fire. He wouldn’t be so vulnerable if he had it. The white lady hadn’t seemed like a threat at first. She seemed a mild annoyance at best. He couldn’t sense any massive power coming from her, so how did she manage to get to him? He needed to rethink. Reevaluate. He needed to think. He needed to get his fire back or they were going to die. 

“Well, well! That was quite a show!” 

Red Son’s head snapped back to look where the voice was coming from. It seemed to bounce and echo over the walls, coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. Shadows seemed to tilt, getting darker, stretching further.

Mei was on her feet in an instance, Mk scrambling up close behind her, staggering a lot more. 

The shadows seemed to converge on the stage, onto the screen rising up like ink until a shape was painted across it and then received form. 

It was a shadow puppet. 

A monkey. Merciful Buddha, Red Son had seen enough monkeys already today. Its mouth had been cut into a wide, unnerving smile, stretching over nearly half its face. 

"I see you all met the Lady Bone Demon's puppet.” The puppet slumped sideways, limp, head tilting to almost upside down. It was strange. It moved in a way shadow puppets normally didn’t, to Red Son’s knowledge. 

Red Son scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. “You look more like the puppet here.” 

“Oho!” said the shadow puppet. “Good-” it flipped, revealing its other side, where the only difference was there was an slashed X in the place its eyes should have been, “--eye.” The puppet laughed. It doubled over with shrieking laughter at an awkward angle that didn’t look right. 

Red Son found himself recoiling a bit. The thing sounded insane. Granted not as insane as him when he laughed, his cackle was much more impressive. 

Out of the corner of his eye Red Son saw Mk grab Mei’s arm. 

“Mei,” Mk said, his voice slightly shaky, urgent, “that sounds like-” 

“I know,” Mei said, her voice grave, on edge. 

“What are you two talking about?” Red Son snapped. 

“Is that the Dragon Heir I see?” The puppet twisted itself as though it were hanging upside down from a branch. Sure enough the shadow of a tree rose up to assist the illusion. “And another puppet!” Its smile looked almost thrilled looking at Mk. “Isn't this all just so interesting? But who’s the third? I’ve never seen you before.” It dropped back down, into more of an animalistic, unnatural crawl. The shadow seemed to grow bigger as it crawled towards them, but it never moved off the screen. 

“Who I am is none of the business of the likes of you,” Red Son said. “You know very well who you brought here. So cut the theatrics and state your business or we will burn your little theatre to the ground and you along with it.” 

The puppet seemed to find that very funny, laughing and twisting. Red Son could feel something in the wood of this place. Something in the shadows growing thicker and moving. 

“Oh, but the show is the best part!” 

Mk cried out. 

Red Son spun around to see shadows wrapping around his ankles and wrists. They lashed out around his arms binding him tightly and then pulled before any of them could react. 

“Mk!” Mei yelled, reaching for him. She grabbed his wrist just before he was pulled into the shadows. 

The rings lit. Mei practically spat out fire. “Let go of him.”

“There’s the famous fire!” The puppet seemed to smile wider, bigger, it sounded like it was a twisted form of excitement. “What a performance you gave that day!” 

The strands of shadow snapped when Mei’s fire neared it and she caught Mk before pulling him to his feet.

“Mei,” said Mk, clinging to her. 

“I know,” said Mei. “It's him.” 

“What are you two peasants talking about-” 

“You know,” said the puppet, drawing their attention, “really, it was rather impressive how you played right into her hands, bud.” It walked across the screen, but this time it continued off it, onto the wall. The laughter echoed. 

For a moment Red Son thought the shadow was talking to Mei, but then Mei was stepping in front of Mk and shielding him with her arm, flames flickering dangerously above her. 

“Mk had nothing to do with it,” Mei snapped. 

The puppet laughed again, tumbling through shadows and bouncing from one place to the other around the room. It bent in unnatural directions. “Nothing? Nothing? He caused this.” 

Red Son had to admit, he was curious. Curious as to how the man half-cowering behind Mei was responsible for… well, it was rather hard to understand what the puppet was referring to. 

“I didn’t,” said Mk, but he didn't sound very confident about it. 

“Do you think she would have gotten your precious friends if it weren’t for you? You think she would have gotten to your pathetic Sifu without your help?” 

“He’s not pathetic!” Mk shouted at it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about-” 

“All your second chances, all your do-good kindness lead to this. If it weren’t for you the Lady Bone Demon would have never gotten her hands on the rings.” 

“But,” said Mk, his voice small, “I didn’t do anything…” 

“And you think that’s a good thing?” The puppet laughed far too much in Red Son’s opinion. It lost its effectiveness after a while. At least on him. Mei and Mk just looked more and more unsettled and anxious. “You and your Master, so alike. Neither of you said anything to each other, did you?”

“What is he talking about?” Red Son asked, looking at Mk curiously. 

Mk shrunk back from his gaze. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Mei said. “Whatever happened doesn’t matter. So you better shut your mouth, Liú.” 

The puppet stood for a moment, frozen still. Then it’s head snapped off the wall to look at Mei. 

It became less of a shadow and more of a tangible thing. Its eyes were lifeless, its skin was more alive looking than a puppets should be. It had lace designs stretching across its skin in dark cracks across its skin. Its mouth stretched just as wide, but despite its upward tilting motion it didn’t look like it was smiling. It didn’t look completely like an object nor completely alive, some mix of both. Red Son could see both its eyes at once now, the slashed X over one of them looking like a gaping black hole. Its one eye was a pinprick amongst a pool, just as black, its pupil surrounded by a ring of purple. 

“You’re cursed,” Red Son realized. 

Its head snapped to look at him and Red Son felt frozen in place by it. The weight was nowhere near that of his fire contained in the rings above Mei’s head. But it was uncomfortable all the same. This thing in front of him was twisted and wrong and there was a lack of sanity in its one working eye that made it feel as though something would snap at any second. It looked as though it should be twitching but all it did was stay deathly still, not breathing but very clearly alive. 

“Not our problem,” Red Son forced out, despite the way the words tried to lodge in his throat with the things one eye on him. “Dragon Girl, we’re leaving.” 

“There’s no doors,” Mei muttered. 

Red Son whipped his head around to check. And she was right. He hadn’t realized it at first, but there were no doors, no windows, no holes or cracks in the wall to slip through. 

There was no way out. 

It was a claustrophobic feeling. But Red Son wasn’t about to let a sealed room intimidate him. 

“Very well then. Let us make one.” 

“I can’t let you leave,” said the puppet that Mei called Liú. “They’ll come soon.” 

“Elder Liú,” said Mk, “we can help you.” 

“I can’t let you leave,” it said again, its mouth moving with the words unlike its shadow had when it spoke before. It was a horrifying sight. Shadows moved behind them, creeping closer. “I can’t let you leave. I can’t let you leave. I can’t let you leave-” 

Red Son snorted. “You can’t stop us.” 

It just kept repeating it over and over again, ignoring him. The shadows stretched higher. They curled over top of them. Red Son watched them creep out of the wall, wrapping around the puppet, over its mouth and face and dragging it back into the wall. 

“Guys,” Mei said, glancing at her feet. “I think we’re in trouble here.”

“Then use my fire,” Red Son said through gritted teeth. 

“Oh yeah,” Mei said, “right.” She shook off the shadows that had started to cling to her foot and the rings blazed brighter above her. 

“Wait! Stop!” said Mk. 

“What?” Mei said. Then yelped, because a shadow lashed out and wrapped around her arm. 

One latched around Red Son’s leg and the shadows suddenly seemed a lot thicker and stronger than before. 

“They’re shadows,” Mk said. “The more light you give them the stronger they’ll be.” 

“How does that make sense?” 

“Just look, the more light there is, the more shadow can be seen. Unless we could get enough light to get rid of every shadow, more light would just be making it worse.” 

“Then what’s your suggestion,” Red Son snapped, clawing at the shadow that had attached itself to his wrist. 

“Less light,” Mk said. “They can’t touch us if there’s no shadows to shape in the dark. We need to break the lanterns.” 

“This is a terrible idea,” Red Son said. 

“Do you think I have enough control over these rings to light up a whole room?” Mei asked. 

Red Son did not think that. 

“That’s what I thought.” 

“Fine,” Red Son snapped. He snatched some fire away from Mei. The shadows had crept up to his hips now, wrapping and slowly sludging further up. He burnt some off his wrist so his hand was free. “Aim for the lanterns.” 

Mei missed twice. Red Son’s feeble second-hand fire couldn’t reach very far but the sparks landed and managed to light the lantern. 

“No,” the voice echoed, “what are you doing? Stop- stop I can’t exist without them-” 

“It's okay, Elder Liú,” Mk said, “we’ll get you out of here.” 

“Stop!”

“Ugh,” said Red Son, straining against the shadows that were now up to his shoulders. “You’re disgustingly reassuring, aren’t you.” 

“I try,” Mk said. He was trying to hide it but Red Son could hear the panic in his voice. 

The last lamp went out, burned to nothing, but light still remained. 

“Dragon Girl, the rings.” 

Mei cursed. 

“Mei-” Mk’s voice was cut off as the shadows wrapped around his mouth and started dragging him down. 

“Mk!” 

“THE RINGS!” Red Son yelled at her.

“I GOT IT,” Mei roared back. 

The shadows wrapped around Red Son’s mouth and started pulling. 

The rings flickered. 

“NO!” the puppet appeared in front of Mei’s face, reaching. 

All at once the light went out. 

Red Son fell flat on the floor, followed by two thumps. 

“HA!” said Mk. “I told you! How can you get grabbed by something when you’re already in it! It's like swimming!” 

“Water has currents that can grab you,” Red Son snapped at him. 

“Shadows aren’t tangible like water.” 

“You make less sense the more you talk.” 

“It worked, didn’t it?” Mk huffed. 

“Woo! Mk!” Mei cheered. “I’m gonna see that last bit in my nightmares! Haha! Where’d Old Liú go anyway?” 

“Um, I’m not sure,” Mk said. “Let me check.” 

There was a moment of shuffling and silence in the pitch black. Then Mk’s bright voice came. 

“Found him! He’s small now. Looks like a real shadow puppet.” 

“What? How can you see?” 

“Huh, I wonder if we could un-curse him like how we unpossessed Mk,” Mei said, ignoring Red Son’s question.  

“He feels like he’s made out of dry stuff,” Mk said. “I don’t know if it's safe to try.” 

“Just give him to me,” Red Son scoffed, blinding feeling around for Mk. “I’ll seal him in so he won’t jump back out the moment there’s shadows to jump from if you’re both so worried about it. You can figure out what to do with this thing later. We’re going to be pulled back any minute now.” 

Red Son heard a sound that took him a moment to place as Mk’s muffled laughter. 

“What? What are you laughing at?” 

“Nothing,” Mk said. “Here, hold still, I'll hand him to you.”

Red Son sighed and held out his hand impatiently. 

He could feel Mk standing in front of him, hesitating. 

“What now?” he groaned. 

“Just… be careful with him. Don’t hurt him okay?” Mk finally handed him over. 

“Whatever,” said Red Son, casting the spell to seal the puppet in its current form. “He’s none of my concern, living or dead.” 

Mk didn’t reply to that, but he could practically feel his worry.

“There,” Red Son said, shoving him back at him. “He won’t be any trouble for now.” 

“Great,” said Mei. “So do we need to talk about why Liú looks like a monkey? Or…?” 

The ground lit up underneath them. 

Mk yelped, his face illuminated and rushed to stuff the small shadow-puppet into his hanfu. 

The room lit up in flames.

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I saw @crispycreambacon reposting smth about not saying "Im gonna kill myself" and I wanted to oblige but I liked how to sentence sounded in my mouth like in an autistic way so I replaced kill with krill and I was doing pretty well until i forgot my meds one night. uhhh u should say this instead guys.

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mish’s relationships with the rd cast