#time and he wouldn’t if it wasn’t a tool he needed to interact with BUT it’s still socialization and it’s getting him in touch with his

[fumifooms]

What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.

What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.

By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked.

We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.

They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay

Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.

Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕

I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?

"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.

[damnfeelings09]

DNA - Shadow's version

A.N: Hey! just so you know, this is pt. 2 of E.T

“Does he tell you he loves you when you least expect it? Does he flutter your heart when he kisses your neck?”

They had approved Shadow for field missions. The presentation at the HAR training center and the fact that he had healed so quickly had convinced Commander Hillsprung that it was time to explore his abilities. The first mission was merely for reconnaissance. They would send Shadow to Prison Island, the GUN research cradle that had been destroyed years ago, or at least that’s what they thought until they started receiving signs of life two weeks ago. You were happy; Shadow wouldn’t be locked up in those four walls 24/7 anymore, but that also meant you wouldn’t see him anymore. Your role in the investigation was complete, and your services were no longer needed. Now, they would focus solely on military training.

“and my heart won't beat again If I can't feel him in my veins” A month had passed since the last interaction you had with Shadow, the memory of his kiss still fresh in your mind. How you managed to attend, check patients, clear medical records, and keep the GUN clinic’s inventory was still a mystery to you. You’d only crossed paths with the hedgehog twice.

“And he just takes my breath away B-b-b-breath away I feel it every day And that's what makes a man Not hard to understand”

The first time was when you were on your way to the clinic after registering your entry. Shadow was walking with a group of soldiers, a bat named Rouge, and a giant robot. For a second, he looked at you, stopped as if he wanted to walk towards you, but his companions called him to leave the building. Oh how you wished he had come and get you. It was inexplicable what he caused in you, a feeling so foreign.

“Nothing more to say It's in his D-D-D-D-DNA”

The second time was when you were having lunch, sitting in the GUN garden while reviewing the Gamma team's follow-up studies. He walked right in front of you, not paying attention to you. You wouldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt, but what else did you expect? Now Shadow was a GUN agent, and there was no time for anything else. Still, how would you explain to your body what was happening? How could you make it understand that you weren’t in danger and stop the tachycardia before your heart ran out of your chest after him? It didn’t make sense. You had only kissed once, so why couldn’t you forget it?

“Fingerprints that leave me covered for days, yeah, hey, yeah Now I don't have any first degree But I know, what he does to me”

Friday night, you were finishing the paperwork for the week. The fatigue and stress were killing your shoulders, and you were ready to go home. You turned off the light in the office and were about to close the door when a loud noise made you open it again. There was a mess; your stationery shelf was on the floor, and surgical clamps were scattered everywhere. You followed the trail of chaos and found the black hedgehog leaning on the examination table, with one of his hands covering his left arm.

“What the heck… Shadow?”

“I’m glad to see you too, doc”. Shadow looked tired, dust all over his fur. He glanced behind you, acknowledging the mess he had made “Sorry”. he said, shaking his head toward the papers on the floor.

“What happened?” you asked, approaching slowly, moving cautiously as if you feared breaking something fragile, but at the same time, you didn’t want to pull away from him. You knew what that small gesture of closeness meant for both of you, and although you tried to stay professional, you couldn’t help but feel the proximity between you two as something more “Weren’t you supposed to be on a mission?”

“Tch, ‘ve been in Prison Island, for three days. It wasn’t my best moment, I must admit, I underestimated the area.” – He removed his hand, revealing an arrowhead embedded in his flesh. You quickly asked him to get on the table while you gathered the necessary tools to remove the object.

Although Shadow wasn’t bleeding, he wasn’t regenerating as he usually did either. You took the Kelly clamps and carefully removed each piece of the material, placing it in a jar for reaserch. You could feel his intense gaze on each of your movements, his warm breath making your bangs fall over your eyes. Your hands trembled as you remembered the last time you both had been so close. Trying to shake those thoughts from your mind, you looked up, only to find his pure red eyes staring at you, examining you.

“Perfect in every way I see it in his face Nothing more to say”

“I don’t think that’s true,” you said, looking away to return to your task of bandaging the wound. “I’ve seen you, even with your eyes covered and hands behind your back, you can feel danger from miles away.” Shadow sighed, turning his face toward the wall. “I did it for you. I wanted to see you.” Your heart skipped a beat, almost dropping the extra gauze in your hands. Shadow’s hand gently positioned itself under your chin, lifting your face so your eyes met. With every passing second, your cheeks felt hotter and hotter.

“It's all about his kiss Contaminates my lips”

“I missed you,” Shadow said. His voice as soft as velvet, enveloping your ears in a delightful way. At that moment, it felt as though the world had stopped existing, like a bubble surrounding you both, a little world where it was true that the ultimate lifeform, had fall for you. The glow in his eyes was hypnotizing as they moved from your eyes to your lips over and over again. Oh, how you wished he would take the first step, that he would press his lips to yours once again. You longed for the sensation, the pressure of his lips on yours. Shadow had the power to make your legs turn to jelly with just a glance, and how you loved it when he looked at you. The hedgehog slightly curved the corner of his lips, probably reading your thoughts, slowly getting closer to you, shortening the distance between you more and more. In a moment of clarity, you pulled away from him.

“Our energy connects It's simple genetics”

“Wait,” you said. – “This can’t be. We are… coworkers. If anyone finds out about this, all of GUN will come after us.” You lowered your gaze, a silent tear running down your right cheek. Shadow stood up from the table, now a bit taller than you. He grabbed your shoulders and faced you. “To hell with GUN and the planet. Nothing matters if you’re not with me.” His voice was fierce, the fire lighting up his eyes. It was then that you stopped resisting the desire of your heart and gave in to him. Shadow initiated the contact, placing his lips on yours.

“I'm the X to his Y It's the color of his eyes”

You had never been struck by lightning, but you were pretty sure this was what it felt like. Thousands of volts instantly running through every inch of your body as Shadow wrapped his arms around your waist. Your hands searching for the crook of his neck deepening the kiss. A warm sensation like tingling crossing your fingers. Orange sparks coming out of Shadow's quills, small electric currents making their way through his fur looking for a home.

“He can do no wrong No, he don't need to try” His tongue breaking through your lips, linking with yours, starting a battle you could not win. It was intense, both trying to devour each other's mouth. His grip becoming stronger at your waist, you could feel the vibrations of his body with the little moans that Shadow released. The ecstasy of the moment only equated to the energy accumulating between you, going from being soft, light and warm to a stronger discharge, a feeling that did not cause damage, but if it activated every fiber of your being, as if all you needed to live was this… was him. Little by little strands of your hair were lifted thanks to the static between you. The tips of your fingers curving inwards product of electricity.

The lack of air causes you to pull away from him, taking a deep breath, gasping, feeling the relief fill your lungs. You watch him, his quills raised, the reddish tips glowing under the light of the lamp. How can he look even more handsome like this? A few seconds later, Shadow is once again devouring your lips, your chest hitting against his firm one, holding you, the cold of his inhibition rings sneaking down your back. His canines fit gently into your lower lip causing a groan on your part, and a growl makes Shadow’s chest vibrate

“Made from the best He passes all the tests”

Suddenly, the tips of your fingers burn, the stings causing small burns, your heart races uncontrollably, and you could swear it will stop at any moment, but it wouldn’t matter if you died of a heart attack in the middle of the kiss.

“Got my heart beating fast It's cardiac arrest”

It was too much, the emotions, the beating of your hearts, the taste of your lips. Shadow’s  spikes channeled all that energy, illuminating his body with a reddish-orange hue like the sunset, the pressure accumulating in the air. In a second, a spark flashes, the atmosphere seems to compress, as if everything were about to break. Then, a blinding flash lights up the surroundings, and the sound of the explosion is deafening. The reddish light overflows, sweeping everything in its path, each of the lights in the office exploding, leaving the entire city in darkness.

“What the hell…? Did you do that?” you ask incredulously to the hedgehog who has you trapped in his arms.

“Well, you made me,” he whispers. You couldn’t see him clearly, but you knew, from the tone of his voice, that a big, mocking, triumphant smile was spreading across his face.

“He's from a different strain That science can't explain I guess that's how he's made In his D-D-D-DNA”

[losers-clvb]

it will come back // soldier boy

pairing: soldier boy x female!reader

summary: you unknowingly take in soldier boy after his escape from russia.

content: canon level violence, reader has a small savior complex, corruption kink but you could probably ignore it, maybe slight ooc soldier boy, yapper reader, age gap (reader is twenty-five), ben mentions wanting to bite reader multiple times, smut, unprotected piv sex, reader is into ben killing for her

word count: 3.8k

note: first time writing for soldier boy! it has been a year since i've watched the boys, but rewatching it now has made me want to write for it. inspired partly by "it will come back" by hozier, which is where the title comes from.

masterlist

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The first interaction you had with Soldier Boy was risky. You knew it, but it didn’t stop you from following him into an alleyway. He had stumbled into the dark, cramped space with a pained look on his face. You, who was known to take in a various selection of strays, felt a pull toward the man. Perhaps it was your naivety to the world that prevented you from seeing the danger in the bearded man.

You opened your mouth to speak. The moment he heard the nearly silent intake of your breath, he had you slammed up against the brick of the nearby building, a hand wrapped around your neck. He was heaving out breaths, eye twitching while he surveyed his little follower.

Oxygen. You needed oxygen, but the tight grip on your throat was cutting off that precious supply. Ben looked into your eyes and he could smell your fear. It was washing over you, but there was something else there. Something that made him loosen his grip on you. You sucked in a breath, a whimper leaving your lips. He had let you breathe, yes, but you were still trapped between him and the building.

Ben had no qualms about killing, even if it was a harmless little thing like you. He had done far worse in the name of Vought. Yet when his eyes journeyed across your skin, falling to exposed patch of cleavage that seemed like it was on display with him in mind, something other than bloodlust crashed through him. You were the first innocent thing he had seen since before the Russians, before he had been frozen for what could have been an eternity.

“I’m sorry.” You managed to get out, not daring to even try to wiggle in his grasp. Your voice wavered slightly and you had the overwhelming thought that you were about to die. Past that, in some deep, dark pit inside of you, there was that savior complex, begging to be released, a motherly instinct of sorts. You wanted to help the vulnerable, and even with that crazed flash in his eyes, you knew Ben needed your help.

He didn’t speak. No. He only backed away from you, his eyes still trained on the sweet flush of your skin. It wasn’t until his back bumped into the opposite building that was only a few feet away that you made your own move. You should have run, should have taken the opportunity to escape this wolf of a man.

You took a hesitant step toward him. He flickered his gaze to your eyes and a sick, predatory need bubbled in him at the glimpse of care he caught in them. You didn’t run from him. You shuffled toward him, careful to not make any sudden movements. You didn’t want to spook your new-found project.

“I can help you.” You whispered, reaching out a hand to touch him. Ben imagined you saying it in a different way, purring the words into his ear while he was inside of you.

Your fingertips grazed the collar of the hoodie he had stolen in Russia. He flinched, only just slightly, even though he knew you wouldn’t be able to hurt him. It was instinct by now, the memory of the Russians digging tools into his skin overtaking him.

“Will you let me help you?” You asked when he didn’t speak. God, Ben could have just died at the purity of your care. He hadn’t felt a gentleness like this in so long, far before he had accepted the Compound V into his system. The women he had been with before, they wanted him for a variety of reasons; sex, pain, fame. You were different. He couldn’t imagine why, but your actions were spurred on by the overwhelming need to care for something.

Ben didn’t let himself relax into your touch. He may have been captivated by you, but he still felt the adrenaline of being pushed into this new world coursing through his veins. Your head snapped to the end of the alley when a siren sounded. It was only a police car, flying past in advancement of something else. When you looked back to Ben, a soft smile was shining across your face.

He wanted to ruin you.

You took his lack of fleeing as an opening to really touch him. You cupped a hand over his beard, the bushy hair soft under your touch. You wondered what had happened, who he was. You didn’t recognize him. You had heard of Soldier Boy in school, but it had been years since you saw a picture. Even if you had been able to conjure up some sort of comparison, this man in front of you was far from the American hero he had been before. He was scruffy, wild, and silent.

“Can you trust me?” You asked, your voice just a tiny bit louder this time. Ben caught your choice of words. Can you trust me instead of do you trust me. It pulled something out of him, made him finally speak for the first time since before the Russians turned him into a popsicle.

“Yes.”

The word was quiet and not much of an answer, but it felt like Heaven to you. You had gotten him to talk. A warmth spread through you at the gravelly tone of his voice. Your eyes twinkled at him. He almost regretted speaking, but then he remembered that you were fragile, breakable. If you did something to threaten him, he could kill you in a split second.

You wrapped your other hand around two of his fingers, figuring that was a better option than completely holding his hand. The palm of his hand was calloused, his skin rough in comparison to your buttery soft hold.

Ben let you guide him out of the alley and back onto the streets of New York City. Crowds bustled past. Most had their eyes on their cellphones but some gave the pair of you a strange look. You could imagine their confusion. You, with your hair tied back with a pretty pink bow, dragging along someone who looked like he had just crawled off a park bench. You could hardly care. The giddiness of having something to take care of made your feet move faster down the sidewalks.

The entire journey to your studio apartment was filled with Ben watching you. Your fear had dissipated long ago, replaced with excitement. He could smell your perfume now, an apple scent that reminded him of pie. Pie. He hadn’t had that in a while, he now realized.

“It’s not much.” You mumbled while unlocking the door. You almost sounded sheepish, something that only made Ben want to have a taste of you even more. You had invited a total stranger into your home yet you were still embarrassed of your small space.

You closed the door softly behind him, the click of the lock catching his attention. He whipped his head to you, alarm in his eyes despite the fact that he could tear the door off its hinges if he really wanted to. You shivered under his gaze, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“There’s dangerous people out there.” You defended, your voice small. The irony of your words escaped you. Yes, there were dangerous people out there, but there was also one right in front of you. You pulled your jacket off and Ben was practically salivating at the curve of your collarbone. How easy would it be to just nibble at the skin that stretched there?

“Are you hungry? You look hungry.” You babbled out, the words spilling like water. You were nervous now, not because of his presence but more for the fear that he would run from you. You needed this, needed to take care of someone. This wasn’t the first time you offered aid to something, but it had never been a man like this.

Ben was silent. He didn’t want to talk again. He was intrigued by you. You were young, he knew. Twenty-five, at most. Much younger than him, much more innocent. He wondered if you knew who he was, knew what he could do with just his bare hands.

You took in a breath and nodded, padding over to the designated kitchen area. While you threw together a sandwich for him, he let his eyes wander around the space. A bed in the corner, picture frames lining the wall, and something that was flat and black hung on the wall. Huh. He didn’t know what that was.

He silently stepped over to your pictures, eyes scanning them. People who shared the same slope of your nose smiled back at him, along with a few that he assumed to be friends. He lingered on a picture of you in a cap and gown, a bright smile on your face while you held up a college degree.

“That’s my mom.” Your finger jabbed at a photo of you, slightly younger, and a woman hugging side by side. Ben squinted his eyes, trying to study the photo, commit it to memory. You offered a plate to him.

“Peanut butter and jelly. Raspberry, it’s my favorite.” You explained. Sure enough, there was the sandwich, cut into four perfect triangles. “Sandwiches always taste better cut like this.”

Ben didn’t know if it was true. He couldn’t quite remember anything other than the slop that the Russians had fed him. You sounded so confident in this information that he decided it didn’t matter, you had to be right.

It hit you then that you never introduced yourself. You looked up at Ben with wide eyes and blurted out your name. His eyebrow twitched up.

“That’s my name.” You clarified. You waited for him to respond with his own name, but ended up just staring at him in silence.

That was the start of something new. Something that was unexpected to you both. You gave him your usual bright smile before turning away to disappear into the bathroom, leaving him with his food.

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You woke up to a grunt. A glance at the floor next to your bed told you it had come from Ben. You frowned and waited to see what would come next. Another grunt, and now he turned over violently. A nightmare, maybe?

You reached a hand down to nudge his shoulder. Big mistake. You had barely grazed his shirt when his eyes snapped open. He grabbed your wrist and yanked you to the ground. You yelped in pain when your head hit the floorboards. He was on top of you now, his knee digging into your stomach.

You were trembling beneath him. His eyes flared in panic and pure determination before he realized it was you, not an enemy. He eased his knee off, but still hovered above you. His long hair dangled down, the ends brushing your face. You let out a shaky breath and tried to ignore the bruising that was sure to be appearing on your wrists.

Ben wasn’t known to hold himself back before, and he hadn’t changed much in the years he had been away. He could hear your heartbeat pounding and he wanted to take a bite where it beat. So he did.

Faster than you could process, he knelt his head down to your chest. His teeth dragged across your breast, digging in enough to leave a mark. Instead of a cry of pain, a whimper of pleasure that you tried to stop tumbled out of you. Ben flicked his eyes to your face, looking at you through his eyelashes.

That was when he smelled it. It sank through the fear that you had felt prior. The sweet smell of your arousal drifted up to him, better than anything he had ever experienced. The years of living without this, without a woman’s body writhing under him, were catching up to him all at once. The drop of self control he had dried up and he moved without thinking.

“Oh,” you hummed out when he ripped your tank top clean down the middle, exposing your breasts to the air. Ben immediately attached his mouth to one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it. You tried to move your hands to touch him, any part of him, but he made it a point to pin your wrists down above your head.

You moaned out when he nibbled on the nipple in his mouth. He moved to the neglected side, not wanting to leave any inch of you untouched. His other hand snaked down to pull your shorts down. He slipped a finger through your folds, gathering your arousal on it before bringing it to his mouth. God, you tasted just as good as he thought you would.

Ben pulled himself out of the sweatpants he wore. He was achingly hard. And big. You noticed that immediately. You weren’t sure if he would fit, but he had no doubt you would stretch around him nicely. He pushed himself into you, slowly. Inch by inch, he watched his cock disappear. He had forgotten how amazing it felt to be inside of a woman.

You groaned at the stretch. It stung a bit, but the pain was quickly replaced by intense pleasure. You were trying to pull your hands out of his grasp -- it was a fact that you loved to grasp onto your partners during sex -- but Ben held firm to your wrists. The fact that his hand could wrap around both of your wrists only made his thrusts feel that much better.

“Oh my God,” you moaned out. He grunted in response, driving his cock in and out of you.

“Ben,” he groaned. Somehow you knew that was his name with no further explanation. The fact that your brain had something to hold onto now made you squeeze around him.

“Ben,” you moaned out. He angled his hips up, pounding into you now. You threw your head back when his tip bumped against that perfect spot inside of you.

“Ben, Ben, Ben,” you kept repeating, the name coming out in breathless gasps. You couldn’t think anymore. Everything was him. He groaned into your chest, biting down on your breast again. You would be marked up by the end of this, but you didn’t mind.

You practically screamed out his name when you finally came. Thank God your only neighbor had been on vacation. A low hum echoed from your throat as Ben continued to chase his own high. Your eyes were shut, your body numb. You felt him twitch before filling you with his cum. He gave you a few more sloppy thrusts before collapsing next to you, slipping out of you with the action.

“Mhmm,” buzzed from you when you turned on your side. Ben had loosened his grip on you, allowing you the freedom to wrap an arm across his chest. He let you drape yourself over him, even if he didn’t exactly crave the aftercare. You were quick to fall back asleep, your breaths coming out shallow and even. You were naked, Ben fully clothed, but he still pulled the blanket around both of you. He followed you into sleep, ignoring the way your fingers gripped onto his shirt unconsciously.

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You woke up alone. You were still on the floor, but the blankets were wrapped around you like someone had tucked you in. No. Not someone. Ben.

Now you had a name for the man, but he was gone. You pulled yourself up and walked to the bathroom, the blankets falling from your form. There wasn’t any sign of Ben. His bag that he had when you found him was gone. You assumed that meant he was gone too.

You quickly got yourself ready for the day, knowing you had work in just a few hours. You wondered if he would come back. He didn’t have anyone else, you assumed. Why would he be out on the streets if he had a home?

A shower helped to wash away the sweat and cum from the night before, but the most you could do for the bruises on your chest was a high collared shirt. You let your fingers ghost over the marks, tracing the outline of Ben’s teeth. If you focused enough, you could still feel the scratch of his beard on your breasts.

It was weird, you decided, that a person could just disappear like this. It was as if he didn’t even exist. The plate that had held his sandwich was cleaned and put away, his dirty clothes that he had changed out of gone from the corner they had been thrown into.

You thought you would have more time with him, more time to fix him, to take care of him. That was what the whole thing had been about. You wanted someone to care for, as you had done many times before. The difference between the stray dogs and him was glaring. The animals had never left you, not until you brought them to a shelter or a new family. Ben was gone, and you had no clue where he had gone.

You turned on your television while you readied yourself, letting the news station play. You weren’t focused on the words, because if you had, you would have seen an image of Ben, Soldier Boy, flash across the screen, informing everyone of his return to the world. No. By the time you looked back at the news, it had already moved on to a segment on an elementary school’s new parking lot.

You frowned to yourself and swiped up your bag. Your mind was still stuck on the last night, at the way Ben had made you come. You were so distracted that you hadn’t noticed the man that had been following you for a few blocks, not until he had wrapped a hand around your face. You gasped at the touch, his hand tight on your nose and mouth.

You couldn’t breathe. He dragged you into an alley, one that was identical to the one you had shared with Ben. You scratched at the man’s arms, trying to get him to let you go. Black spots crowded your vision and you were sure you would pass out when he finally threw you to the ground. You coughed and tears stung in your eyes.

“Where’s Soldier Boy?” The man grumbled out. You ignored him. How were you supposed to know? He was dead, wasn’t he?

“I’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.” The man hissed and a boot came down on your hand. You cried out in pain. “Where is he?” You were about to answer, tell him you didn’t know, you were innocent, beg for your life, but before you could even look up, boots thumped on the concrete down the alley. You looked up, catching a blur of dark green through your tears. Your captor turned around to face this new guest, lifting the boot off of your hand in the process. You scrambled away.

“There you are.” The man mumbled, a grin in his voice. You wedged yourself in between a parked car and a building, hiding from whatever was now happening. You heard a few grunts before the car rocked with the impact of something thrown at it. Blood spattered on the wall above your head and you flinched, covering your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

You heard the crunch of dead leaves under footsteps. Your eyes tracked the noise, moving around the side of the car to the front of you. You didn’t dare to look up.

“Doll.”

The voice was oddly familiar, but only elicited a whimper of fear from you. Ben could smell it again, your pheromones drifting up to him. He let out a growl and lifted the car, pushing it to the side to expose you.

He walked toward you and it wasn’t until his boots were in front of you that you finally looked up. A look of recognition crossed your tear-streaked face. He was different than when you had last seen you, but still the same. He had cut his hair, shaved his beard, leaving a short covering of facial hair behind. His old hoodie and sweatpants had been replaced by a tailored green supersuit bearing the logo that had been printed across pages of your history book.

“Ben?” Your voice trembled out, cracking midway through. You recognized those green eyes that raked over your body. He gave you a smirk, reaching a hand out for you to take. “Why are you here?”

“I take care of my things.” Ben growled, hoisting you to your feet. You shivered at the emotion coursing through you. You were still shaky and your eyes drifted to the rest of the alley. Half a body lay on the top of the car. You gasped in shock and Ben pulled you into his chest. He didn’t mind the blood, but you, his innocent little fawn, shouldn’t be exposed to it all. You closed your eyes and sank into him, focusing on his fingers digging into your skin.

“You left.” You whimpered into the leather of his suit. It didn’t matter that this was impossible, that the man you had taken in was actually a supe from your mother’s time.

“I had to take care of something.” Ben’s voice was confident, cocky. You couldn’t believe that this was the same man from yesterday. You pulled away, looking up at him. He smirked down at you.

You brushed your thumb across his cheek, wiping away a spot of blood. It hit you then what he had done. He had killed a man, ripped him in half with his bare hands.

For you.

You smiled at him, cupping your hand around the back of his neck. You pulled him down to you and kissed him like your life depended on it. He tasted amazing, but it got even better when he bit down on your lip. You let him in and he pushed you up against the wall, pulling a moan from you.

Ben gathered your skirt to your waist and pulled down the pants of his suit to free himself. You moaned again, this time a little louder, when he pushed into you, filling you like he had the last night.

Maybe it was morbid, but the sight of your attacker’s body mixed with the knowledge that Ben had done it for you made you want it even more. So, Ben fucked you in the alley, surrounded by blood, and you grasped onto him, nails digging into his shoulders.

[clockwayswrites]

Both Ways at Once Part 1

wc 868, Masterpost

“You’ve read the dossier?”

The clipped words were in time with their quick steps down the pristine white hall.

“Yes.”

“All of it?”

Danny resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Unlike you, Hellblazer, I read my contracts before I sign them.”

“You wound me, Pomp,” John said, twirling an unlit cigarette between his fingers. “I’m just trying to protect you from the Big Bad Bat. He’s had a bit of a mare over this case. Hell, as a consultant, you shouldn’t even be seeing this with the access level things are at, but…”

“But you’re stuck and need my pretty baby blues on things to help you out,” Danny said, batting his lashes obnoxiously at John.

“Fuck off,” John said without any heat and shoved Danny away. “But the Bat is anxious about it. All the Bats are. If you can help us solve it sooner, then the better, because when the Bats are on edge, everyone is on edge. And it’s a fucking nightmare around here already with all the bloody do-gooders let alone when they’re all worked up about something…”

“Everyone’s on edge, got it.”

“Nightingale,” John said, voice unusually serious— serious enough to make Danny stop even without the hand on his arm. “I’m not saying this lightly. I like you, like you well enough for a psychopomp and whatever the fuck else you are at least. Tread lightly.”

“Got it, Constantine. I’ll work extra hard not to piss anyone off,” Danny said, patting John’s hand with his own tattooed one. Danny picked back up his same quick pace, but his mind now spun trying to figure out what exactly he was walking into. The dossier hadn’t gone into details, just conditions. Supposedly the risk— some side effect created by a villainous magical spell gone wrong— was presently and thoroughly contained. Danny would be able to observe the risk, the individual originally affected, and the items present at the time. He was not to interact directly with the risk, answer it’s questions, or under any circumstance touch it.

It read as a pretty standard contract magical unknown.

John wouldn’t be this concerned by a standard magical unknown. So what was he about to walk into? It seemed like he might actually want to listen to John this time, even if that was always a fifty-fifty chance of being an absurdly stupid idea.

Danny shifted his grip anxiously on the handle of his kit: an old traveling salesman’s briefcase fitted out with a careful collection of haphazard items. Most of the other occult practitioners mocked Danny’s tendency for used items. Half burned candles, old books wiped and rewritten, estate sale candy dishes— odd choices for most people, but for Danny they sang. They spilled the secrets of the world known and unknown to him. He had to trust that between his tools and his skills (let them believe he was a mere psychopomp), he would come out of this at least safe, if not with answers.

Didn’t mean that a few of his tattoos didn’t crawl in warning.

(Who knew what spot of skin that damn ink moth would wander to now.)

“Justice Leaguers,” Danny greeted with a nod as they finally finished winding through repetitive hallways and stopped outside a room.

“Nightingale, thank you for being able to attend to this so promptly,” Wonder Woman greeted him. Of the Justice League members (outside of the Darks) that Danny had interacted with on other consulting gigs she might be Danny’s favorite, so he offered her a smile.

“Of course, it sounded like things were possibly on a time table from the contract, so I’m glad I was between pressing matters,” Danny said. Right then his most pressing matter was a need to find a laundry mat, but the Justice League certainly didn’t need to know that.

“Right, well,” John jumped in when no one else said anything, not that Danny had expected much from Batman with how he was lurking like a shadow. “Er, this way.”

Danny glanced at the room label of ‘containment cells’ as the door unlocked with a clank and hissed open. After John’s warning, he wasn’t surprised that they were taking whatever this was seriously.

There was more white and gleaming metal behind the door. A neat row of spartan cells were set behind thick acrylic glass and metal. Danny’s eyes locked on the figure in the third cell. He stumbled.

He might be sick.

“What the fuck are you all doing?!” The words ripped from Danny in a snarl.

That was a protector spirit.

He brushed past Wonder Woman and through John’s reaching arm.

They had a protector spirit in a cell.

Intangibility washed over Danny, cold as always, as he stepped through the glass wall of the cell.

The spirit stopped in their pacing, the opaque red helmet tilting.

John screamed something at him.

The flashing red of alarms glinted off gleaming surfaces.

Danny reached out and rested his hand over the spirit’s sternum, and they practically crumpled around the touch. Gloved hands clung desperately to Danny’s arm.

A low growl rumbled in Danny’s chest. “They’re hurting you.”

They had a protector spirit in a cell.

How dare they.

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AN: So, um, yeah. Still sick. Not a cold or allergies at all and not easy to clear up and prob a new life long thing. Which is great. Super cool. I needed more ways to be sick.

But have the start of this thing that I used to take my mind off things! My, what could be going on?? (Also why do I apparently have a tattooed Danny agenda?)

Stay delightful (and well), darlings!

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[buckypinetrees]

Warm Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Summary: After Bucky warms your bed and leaves you wanting more, Reader decides it's time for a little payback. Continuation of Warm

Warnings: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact, enemies-to-lovers, oral sex (m receiving), orgasm denial

A/N: Thank you all for all of the love you showed towards part one. I truly was not expecting it to blow up the way it did and with so many people asking for a part two I knew I had to continue the story.

You were screwed. Absolutely screwed. Bucky had made you see stars last night and disappeared before you could return the favor. If you got out of this bed, his cocky smirk would be waiting for you, to gloat about how fast you were willing to give in to him. And if you didn’t get out of bed, you would be stuck in the same position you were in yesterday cold and hungry. So, you rose from the bed, fighting the urge to hide from him forever, and made your way to the kitchen.

Bucky’s smug grin was present as you entered the kitchenette. The smell of food wafting towards your nose and your stomach growled. Placing a hand atop it, you tried to silence the noise.

“Hungry?” He asked knowing full well you were. 

“What’s the catch, Barnes?” you questioned, eyeing him.

“No, catch. You just haven’t eaten, and I know you won’t make it five minutes out there fending for yourself” he smirked back at you.

Defeated you grabbed a plate from him. He had won every spat you two had since you arrived. You acted like a toddler, and you couldn’t take care of yourself. You hadn’t gotten any firewood and you were so cold you allowed him into your bed. And now you were eating the food he had managed to find. But you were done with that. Last night was a lapse of judgment. Today you would be stronger. You had to be. 

“How does it taste, doll?” Bucky seemed genuine as he gazed down at you. 

“It tastes all right,” you said back not daring to give him the satisfaction of knowing it was delicious. 

“You’re a bad liar” he shrugged at you and continued. “I’m not hungry after my feast last night so eat up little dove.” His voice dripped with sensuality as he shot you a wink. Your face immediately flushed as you mumbled some excuse about wanting to get started with your day. You pushed your way out of the cabin and made your way to the tool shed. You had two goals today. One, get firewood, and two, get some food. You found a worn ax and a shoddy fishing pole, but it would have to do.

You began to trek into the woods, careful this time to mark where you had been so you wouldn’t get lost. Another embarrassment on your part yesterday was having to follow Bucky back to the cabin after you got lost. That little outburst shouldn’t have happened if you were truly an Avenger. In the heat of battle, you would’ve been dead if you had lost your judgment like that. You had to do better.

Finding good firewood took longer than you expected. Searching for a dry enough tree in this snowy area was hard. But finally, you found a clearing of younger trees. Your muscles screamed as you brought the ax to the trunk. But repeatedly you swung, letting your anger and hatred toward Bucky take over. When you were done you had enough wood to last you a few days so you wouldn’t have to return for a while. But the task wasn’t done. You had to lug the wood back to the cabin. With as much as you cut, it would take at least two trips. You didn’t want to leave the ax either so maybe three trips then. Whistling sounded from the path you came from. 

“Hey there, little dove. Need some help?” Bucky’s voice rang out from behind you.

“I don’t need your help” You began to pick up the logs you could manage while also carrying the ax. 

“Really? You don’t need my help?” he scoffs, “You didn’t seem to mind my help last night.” He steps forward grabbing the ax out of your hand. His words have you curling your toes as you remember exactly what that pretty mouth did last night. 

Deciding not to grace him with a response, you simply picked up what you could and began making your way back. Bucky continued to hum as you walked back to the cabin, carrying whatever you couldn’t. The sun was already starting to set by the time you made it back. You would not have time to go look for food. Once again having to rely on Bucky for sustenance. 

You dropped the firewood off and turned to Bucky, but a response had already started to form on his lips. 

“Don’t worry, little dove. I know you were out working hard so I made sure to get enough food for the both of us. You know this would be much easier if you decided to work with me?”

“Thank you,” was the only response you could muster. Today you would accept his help but tomorrow with all the other necessities taken care of you would be fine. 

Bucky seemed pleased by this response and made his way to the kitchen to start cooking. You had to admit, Bucky was a damn good cook. He made the stuff he caught and trapped out here actually taste good. 

“Oh, by the way, doll,” Bucky said to you over his shoulder while he cooked, “I get the bed tonight.” You could not believe your ears. There was no way in hell you were giving up the bed. 

“No, you can sleep on the couch again,” you said angrily. 

“You didn’t let me finish. You can sleep in the bed too, but I am not sleeping on that damn couch again” Bucky said in a matter-of-fact tone. 

Despite your protests, it seemed like Bucky’s mind was made up, so you attempted to outwit him. After dinner you let him shower, quickly rushing to the bed. You would attempt to already be asleep so he would feel bad and have no choice but to sleep on the couch. 

Despite this after about an hour you heard the door to the bedroom squeak open. The side of the bed furthest from you dipped from the weight of Bucky sitting down. Your mind raced. He really had no care for what you had wanted, and sure maybe it was a bitch move on your part but here he was cuddling up next to you. It took everything in you to continue pretending you were asleep. Eventually, you heard his breath even out as he fell asleep next to you. 

Your sleep never seemed to come. You stared at the ceiling for what seemed like an eternity as you tried to sleep next to the man who frustrated you to your core. Giving up now, however, would only make you seem weak in his presence. You tried to close your eyes one last time, as you heard a whimper fall past Bucky's lips. There must have been a mistake because when you listened closely, you heard your name slip past his lips. Not the nicknames he had deigned to call you. No, your own pure unadulterated name. 

You had come up with a new idea as you felt his hips lift off the bed in his sleep. Maybe a little payback for what he did to you yesterday was in order. Your hand traveled the length of his unclothed torso. Rubbing small circles against his nipples as he let out groans in his sleep. Your other hand traveled down to his waistband, playing with the fabric it found there. For a second you hesitated. Perhaps this wasn’t truly okay. He couldn’t consent like this. You pulled your hand back away from him but as you did his metal one grasped your wrist. 

With glossy eyes, Bucky simply said “Please little dove. Need you.” 

You shushed him. “Let me take care of you Sergeant.” Ulterior motives playing in your mind. 

You rose to kneel beside him. You trailed your mouth over each unclothed inch of his body until your lips met his waistband. Taking the fabric into your mouth you pulled it into your teeth before snapping it against his skin earning a groan from him. Your hand moved to palm his length as you continued your ministrations of leaving wet kisses against his chest. 

“Please doll,” he begged underneath you. 

You wanted him truly worked up for what you were about to do to him. You slowly moved his underwear down freeing his cock. His length bounced up to hit his chest as he sucked in a breath from the cold air. The tip already glistening with precum, but you avoided the area he wanted you most. Moving to leave kisses on his thick thighs. Little moans and whimpers fell out of his mouth. Your tongue darted out to soothe the red skin where you left bite marks. Eventually, you made your way up to his balls, licking at the seam between them. He bucked his hips up towards your mouth wanting more. 

“Remember what you told me last night Bucky? That I needed to learn patience? It seems like you were projecting.” Having the soldier become a moaning mess beneath you was only driving your ego. His moans and the way his hands dug into the sheets made your underwear into a puddle. But you had a plan, you couldn’t lose sight of it. 

Taking one of his balls into his mouth you began to rub his cock with the heel of your hand. His hips jutted against you as his mouth hung open. Once he was properly worked up you kissed your way up his length. Your tongue darting out to lick the angry red tip.

“God, Y-yes,” Bucky moaned.

“God can’t hear you now,” you say as you finally take his length into your mouth. Your tongue brushed over the veins that protrude from his cock. His hand metal hand clutching the sheets and his flesh one comes to brush your cheek. His eyes meet yours as he shows gentleness at this moment. You flush for the first time all night from his show of kindness even though you’ve been far more physically intimate with him. Bucky does not try to force you further down, simply enjoying the pleasure you are willing to give him at your own pace. You take as much of him into your mouth as you can manage, your throat closing around him in a gag making his thighs tighten up. Your hand moved back up to cup his balls. He threw his head back at your actions. 

“Little dove, I- I’m so close.” Bucky chokes out in between broken moans. 

You feel his balls tighten in your grip and you abruptly pull off him. His eyes open instantly going wide at his denied orgasm. You remove yourself from the bed smirking back at him. 

“Goodnight Bucky,” You step off the bed and make your way to the couch, silently celebrating your triumph. 

Tags: @unaxv

[cupcakeslushie]

I dont usually send asks, mostly cause im shy and don’t know what to say lol, but I wanted to share my appreciation for your Kendratello AU, cause it’s helped me recognize a toxic relationship in my own life.

I’ve never been a victim to SA or anything of the likes, so I can’t say I’ve been EXACTLY in Donnie’s place, but something that unsettled me early on when reading your AU was how…NICE Kendra would seem when alone with Donnie.

In a lot of media, especially in the media I saw growing up, the manipulative antagonist almost always had very obvious tells that show they’re evil when interacting with the victim. Maybe they’re talking about committing a very clearly villainous deed, keep the protagonist prisoner, something like that. But Kendra didn’t. Well, not always.

Kendra destroyed Donnie from the foundation up, and then rebuilt him back up to be who she wanted him to be, would punish him but then spin the situation around to be his own fault, but the rest of the time she would seem kind.

Only recently have I realized that someone very close to me has been toxic for most of our lives, and the reason it took me this long to realize it was because they would treat me kindly only until it became in their own interest to act otherwise. But I would take it, because I loved them and didn’t want to hurt their feelings, and I assumed that since they loved me, they wouldn’t ACTUALLY (emotionally) hurt me.

Spoiler alert: they did.

I’m not going to get much more into it, but your AU’s been very comforting to me ever since this happened, because it’s helping me come to terms with the fact that what happened wasn’t my fault just because our relationship seemed nice most of the time.

Your depiction of Kendra manipulating Donnie so realistically, and Donnie slowly but surely realizing that Kendra was hurting him is so powerful, and I thank you for that.

I’m so happy for you Anon 💚💚

It’s good to see these patterns, and depending on how toxic the relationship is, to speak up for yourself, or cut the person out, if they are unwilling to change.

Kindness is often a tool used by manipulators. But the biggest thing to ask yourself is exactly what you saw. Is this person only nice to me when they need something from me? And if so, then this isn’t real kindness. Good for you for knowing your worth!!

⚠️

sa related ask and discussions of very toxic relationships…

Personal experience rambling below. Toxic friendship and sa mention.

I’ll only be discussing this once, here, in this post. So I’m afraid if I get anyone asking for further info, I’m not going to reply /lh

I’m very sorry for what you’ve gone through. I hope you can find what you need to heal. Everyone’s traumas are so different, so please if you can, and haven’t already, speak to a professional that will give you help catered to you.

But I do want to immediately answer your question and say, yes, I have healed, for the most part. It took a lot of work and self-reflection that I didn’t want to do, because it was scary. But when I finally talked to someone, and realized I needed to take action in order to heal, that was when the process started.

For years, I thought my only options were to suffer in silence, and that what happened to me was my own fault, because towards the end, I was consenting. But I didn’t understand how my mindset and self worth had become so twisted.

My person (let’s call him J) was one of my best friends growing up. But as he got older, and more interested in…mature things, he changed. J would only ever agree to hang out together unless I offered to give him something to make it worth his while. Eventually I started to think these acts were all I was good for, as that’s all that made him happy to be around me. Pretty soon, J didn’t even have to push the ideas onto me. He only had to act uninterested or busy, and I would sit there and beg to do whatever he wanted.

The idea of rejection grew to be so painful and terrifying as he was one of only two friends that I had (the other being his sister. So if I lost one, I was so scared to lose the other). And I’d recently lost one of my closest childhood friends. Which he often used her cutting contact with us in his manipulations as well.

(It wasn’t until years later that she contacted me through Facebook and revealed that it was J that made her feel too uncomfortable, and as she already lived two hours away from us, and only visited once a year, it was just easier for her to cut off contact. I don’t blame her now, but without that knowledge, the thought that it was something I did, only helped J manipulate me.)

As I grew older, and I got better friends, I started to learn just how much I’d been pushed into only ever doing what he wanted, and how one sided of a relationship it was. He moved away, and that distance I was so scared of became a reality. But it was the best thing to ever happen. I still wonder what would’ve happened if he’d stayed in town. If we might’ve gotten married or if I would’ve finally stood up for myself. But all that matters is he is gone. There is always the danger of him coming home and me seeing him—we were neighbors, so his parents and mine still live right next door. Holidays can be kind of a high stress time lol.

That cafe comic is actually probably the most therapeutic piece out of the whole Kendratello AU I’ve done, as it’s always been a fear of mine that I could just turn around and he’d be in town visiting lol. Sending Kendra through that portal was highly cathartic. But even if that were to happen now, I have my coping skills, and I’m in a much better headspace. I think I would be able to handle myself.

I’m still a people pleaser, I don’t think that’s ever going to go away, even with all the work I’ve done. The biggest thing is, I know I’m worth more now. I can see real kindness, and catch the fake stuff much better by looking for those same toxic signs. The real friendships I’ve made have shown me what connection is truly like. It’s not a one-sided negotiation every time you get together. And if it is, then it’s probably not a healthy give and take. I’ve healed, but it is a constant effort.

Every new person sets off some kind of anxiety in the back of my head, but I don’t let that fear control how our relationship will develop. I’ve got the final say in what happens and what I get out of it.

[thaliagrayce]

Jason was headed to the Big House when he caught sight of Nico leading a trio of terrified-looking twelve-year-olds to where Mrs O’Leary lay napping in the strawberry fields. It had been Nico’s idea to introduce some of the younger campers to monsters in what passed as a safe environment. He’d argued that Mrs O’Leary could be a great tool for teaching, and for making the kids less likely to panic when they first met monsters in the wild.

Nico looked more and more relaxed as the group got closer to Mrs O’Leary. She lifted her head to give a sniff, and Nico went straight to her and leaned on her sun-warmed flank. Jason always liked watching Nico interact with her. He looked so much more at ease around the hellhound than he did around most campers.

“Spending a lot of time with him recently, huh?

Jason did not jump. It took effort. Leo had materialized on his left, and he was looking at Jason as if he expected a response.

“Yeah,” Jason said once his heartbeat had returned to normal. “Nico’s really cool, once he gets comfortable around you.”

“Hm.” Leo squinted into the fall sunshine to where an Ares kids had tentatively held her hand up for Mrs O’Leary to smell. It was going well until Mrs O’Leary sneezed, and the kid flinched hard enough to fall on her butt.

Jason could almost hear Nico’s laughter from here, if he focused hard enough. He felt himself smiling in response.

“Should I be, like, nervous?”

Blinking, Jason turned back to Leo. “What?”

“Di Angelo isn’t trying to replace me or anything, right?”

Jason snorted. “Of course not.”

“You sure? He looks like a man who’s gunning for the Jason Grace Best Friend title belt,” Leo joked. Jason rolled his eyes at him. Nico looked like a boy who needed to lean on his SUV-sized dog to stay upright when he laughed.

“Aw, come on. You know it’s not the same.”

“How?!” Leo’s tone was light, so he was probably teasing, but Jason still had a hard time differentiating sometimes. Leo was good at hiding his real hurt behind jokes, but he also told a lot of jokes with no substance to them. Whatever raised a reaction. Jason wasn’t sure how serious he should treat this line of questioning.

“I don’t know, it just isn’t. We mess around a lot, right? I’m usually nicer to Nico—”

“So what I’m hearing is it’s different because you treat him better! I’m too late!” Leo cried out, finally pulling free a wire from the walkie talkie he’d been messing with. He flashed a grin at Jason, showing off the disemboweled gadget.

Teasing, then. Jason felt himself relax.

“You wouldn’t want me to be nicer and you know it. Besides, we both know you can take it.”

“And Nico can’t?” Leo was already turning his attention back to the walkie talkie.

“It’s not that, it’s more like…” In the field, Nico reached out his hand to the kid who’d stayed in the back of the group up until now. Even from this far away, the kid looked scared. Nico supported them as they walked up to Mrs O’Leary, though. He held their hand through something that had obviously scared them. It was such a Nico gesture, Jason couldn’t help but smiling.

“He could take it, sure, but he shouldn’t have to. He deserves to be treated gently.”

There was silence for a while, and Jason only really became aware of it when Leo slowly leaned forward into his field of vision. His eyebrows had made a migration toward his hairline, and they didn’t look like they were dropping anytime soon. Jason thought back over what he’d said and blushed. When had he started looking at Nico again, anyway? He turned away from the strawberry field to look at Leo full on.

“Dude,” Leo said.

“Shut up.”

“I was joking before, but like, now I’m not sure. Do I legit have to be worried you like him better?”

“I don’t like him better, I just like him different. It’s totally normal.”

It was true, too. Even more than he’d even realized when he said it. Friendship with Nico didn’t feel like any other friendship he’d ever had. It was… quiet. Intense. It felt charged, but relaxing at the same time. It was contradictory and almost addicting, Jason couldn’t really describe it. He caught himself before his eyes drifted back to the strawberry fields and made himself focus on Leo, who looked dubious to the point of being borderline offensive.

“Different, or—”

“Different,” Jason insisted. “Just like I like you and Piper different. Not better or worse, just… Different.”

Come to think about it, though…

“Sure fuckin' hope you like me and Piper different,” Leo grumbled. “You’re my bro, but I don’t want you pulling your Loverboy moves on me. I mean…” Leo kept going, but Jason was too busy spiraling to pay attention.

He’d said he liked Leo and Piper different, but did he? The way he felt about Leo was a lot closer to the way he felt about Piper than it was to what he felt for Nico, if he stopped to think about. Remarkably similar, really. His palms started to sweat.

Oh gods, he thought. Do I have a crush on Leo?

[saveahorserideaneddie]

DISCLAIMER: i have not watched the full episode yet because i was not home (i’ll be watching tomorrow and might live post i might not it just depends lol) but i do wanna say this about eddie confronting helena (spoilers ahead)

while it would have been satisfying to see eddie screaming at helena, i think him just plainly spelling it out for her is so much more poetic and shows just how much he’s grown as a father and as a character

in earlier interactions with his parents where he is either attempting to stand up for himself or tell them off for something, eddie gets very defensive and argumentative- it’s a trait that a lot of us who grew up in any kind of abusive household, both emotional or physical, tend to develop, and eddie is the poster child for defensive reactions rather than standing firm. we’ve seen this in so many other situations where he’s immediately jumped into the fight willing just for the chance go get a jab at the other- he did it with shannon, with his parents, with buck, with bobby… he constantly is throwing himself into the fight, adding fuel to the flame rather than standing firm on his feet, remaining steadfast in whatever situation he found himself in.

that’s not what he did here.

here, he stood his ground and didn’t become accusatory or defensive in his confrontation with helena- he brushed off her attempts at tearing him down rather than reacting to them, something he has not been known to do before. it shows a level of emotional maturity and control that we have not seen from him before, because usually his defensive reaction stems from an inner voice telling him that whoever he’s arguing with is right- that he is a bad father, that chris is better off without him- he truly believed these things about himself, and as a trauma response, he would escalate things.

it wasn’t until buck and christopher (mainly christopher as his son because right now that’s what he needs to hear the most) sat him down and told him what a great dad he is that he actually started to believe it

and in that moment of helena attempting to drag him down again, he instead stood tall, took her words in stride, and calmly told her she was wrong- even explaining how she was wrong. he didn’t let her words get to him and rile him up. he remained stable- which is what helena has been shouting at him for years: “chris needs stability”

and finally, eddie has that stability and has shown that he has that stability and that strength to finally say “no- i am a good dad! a damn good one too. chris doesn’t need you because now i know i have everything he needs and i now trust that i have everything he needs.”

and that to me is all the more poetic and satisfying because it means helena has no room to try and twist it back on him this time- he’s taken all of her cards, and left her with nothing else to play.

(also- i think him not screaming at his parents in front of chris is also a great tool to showcase just how different he is from them, especially since we know ramon was always harsh and angry with him as a child; he refuses to let chris ever see that side of him because he doesn’t want to be a copy of his dad)

anyway like i said, im just going off the gifs and clips ive seen, as well as other people’s posts, but i was actually very very happy with how they handled that confrontation. ik i complain about the writers a lot, and i do think if they had dedicated the whole episode to eddie (even though i would have hated missing out on a rare henisode) they would have been able to explore a lot more without stretching this arc out even more which is just going to lead to them not having enough time to fully flesh out the whole arc by the end of the season- which means we’re either faced with this arc continuing into 9a (which… so unnecessary) or it gets rushed and then we’re left with another half-assed conclusion to an eddie arc (but then tim wouldn’t have been able to force another one of his fusion fics into the season so 🙄)

[separatist-apologist]

The Prophecy

Summary: No one has seen or heard from Elain Archeron in two months…until she turns up one day in the Spring Court with no memory of where she's been or what she's been doing.

Tamlin and Lucien will have to work together to untangle the mystery of Elain's missing memories.

My gift for @olenvasynyt- but other people can read, too. I wanted to update yesterday but work is ruining my life/fun

@acotargiftexchange

Read on AO3 | Chapter 1

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Elain wanted to hate Spring. She hated the males living within the manor, hated that she wasn’t allowed outside even more, but she didn’t hate Spring itself. She woke that morning to rain pattering against her half open window, soaking the wood floor below. It seemed wrong to ruin them, even when so much else was already destroyed. There were no servants, no magic to keep it all clean, and so Elain set about doing it herself.

Tamlin and Lucien seemed to avoid the manor about as often as they avoided each other. There were terse words exchanged when they did interact, along with some hushed whispers she could never quite make out. It didn’t matter—Elain had learned, since she’d been made, that magic possessed loopholes. It wasn’t a perfect, infinite thing but rather a tool, much like anything else. Doors had locks, could be broken even without keys, and so too could spells, wards, and other enchantments. 

It was simply a matter of finding them. Elain spent the next two days following the chains from room to room. She could see the aura of them, the way she could on every living thing—magic was alive, in its way, and it had a specific, iridescent shimmer that marked it. To Lucien and Tamlin, it seemed as if she were merely testing the bounds of her new prison.

There were chinks, though it was strong. Lucien and Tamlin had woven the ward together before keying it with their blood. Lucien’s magic was warmer, a faint, orangish glow while Tamlin’s was brighter, a rose gold that smelled like grass clippings in the rain. 

She’d need to untangle them from one another before she could go about finding the holes in which she could slip through, and that was more complex. Lucien tended to show up every time she started working, eyes narrowed with suspicion.

Something had occurred between them in the music room. She’d closed her eyes for a moment, preparing to play as a way to clear her mind, and when she opened them, she found Lucien on one knee before her, hand on her leg, face ashen. 

“What did you say?” he’d whispered.

“Get your hands off me,” she’d replied. 

Frustrating that she’d slipped like that. Lucien had stood without a word and stalked out of the room. A bigger woman would have asked him what she’d said so at least she knew as much as he did. She simply didn’t want to speak to Lucien. He, after all, had conspired alongside Tamlin to keep her locked up. Neither of them felt sorry for it, nor did they have any intention of letting her go.

Elain wanted to sit them both down and ask what their long term plan was. How long did they think they could keep this up before someone realized? A couple months at most, if that long. And then what? When Feyre brought the Night Courts vast armies to their doorstep, what then? Would they fight a war on her behalf?

No, they wouldn’t, and Elain knew it just as surely as they must. She needed to get out before they came up with some second part to their plan, which would almost certainly involve putting her somewhere no one could find. The manor was big, with windows and doors and walls that, if need be, could be destroyed. 

If only Lucien would stop trailing her. She didn’t always see him—but she could smell him. It was a distinct smell, the first she’d been aware of when she’d been dumped out of the cauldron. She couldn’t explain it, could tease out all the individual notes. All Elain knew was how it made her feel, and she didn’t like that feeling.

Everytime Lucien slunk in behind her, she felt safe. When he left, she was on guard again, nervous to the point of goosebumps and shaking, tiptoeing and peering around every corner for danger. When he was there, she was bolder.  She marched into rooms without care or concern, comfortable in the knowledge Lucien had no idea what she was doing.

He was with her then, as Elain made her way into the library. It wasn’t much larger than the one in the House of Wind, which she’d spent a decent amount of time in. Rhys and Ferye didn’t have one in their personal home, which meant anything Elain wanted to read had to come from Nesta, who could be quite judgy. 

Tamlin’s library was low on the sorts of classic romances Elain preferred, but heavy on history and folklore. Begrudgingly, she appreciated some of that—at least it was unrestricted. And the chains on the wards were vibrant there, swaying like windchimes just overhead. This was where she’d start unravelling, she decided. 

“You can come out,” she snapped, plopping down in a chair. Lucien appeared from behind the door frame, hands jammed in his pockets. “I’m not going anywhere. You’ve made sure of that.”

“Just tell us where you were,” Lucien replied reasonably.

“Even if I remembered—and I don’t—why would I tell you now?”

“So you can go home?” he suggested.

Elain scoffed. “I’ll tell Feyre everything you did. We both know you’re not letting me go.”

Lucien blinked, his expression slack for a moment. He hadn’t considered that, then. Wasn’t he supposed to be smart? 

“What do you think she’ll do, when she learns?” Elain heard herself asking with boldness that didn’t seem to belong to her. It was the anger, she decided, pent up after years of polite silence. His expression was steely again. “Probably as much as she’d do if you were still there.”

Ouch. 

“Good talk,” she mumbled, blinking away the urge to cry in her frustration.

“I shouldn’t—that’s not—cauldron, Elain, this isn’t how I wanted things to go between us,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Yeah, she bet not. Elain understood what it was Lucien wanted, the things he hoped for. She opened her mouth to tell him that was never going to happen, but something stopped her. Some tingling at the back of her throat, some anxiety that made her too afraid to force this confrontation.

“I’m not your enemy,” Lucien added softly. 

“You’ve locked me inside this house,” she replied, equally soft. “What does that make you?”

He winced, turning his head to the side as though it pained him to look at her. Maybe it should pain him, at least a little. Elain didn’t feel bad about what she said, nor would she force herself to soften her words like she so often did.

Maybe Lucien deserved whatever he heard, if only a little. 

“Just tell me where you were,” Lucien all but pleaded for the second time. “I can protect you.”

Elain laughed, then, gripping the edge of her chair tightly. “You can’t protect yourself,” she said, the words striking at the heart of him. She didn’t need foresight to know that—watching him all these years told her so.

Lucien’s expression hardened, again. “You’ve been protected your entire life, Elain. How will you fare without anyone looking out for you?”

Prick! That wasn’t…entirely…true. She only stared at him, hoping he saw the burning hatred she currently felt. It wasn’t just him that made her angry—Elain had been angry since she’d been kidnapped from her bed and drowned in the Cauldron. Often, she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs until someone relieved her of the endless, consuming monster buried within her ribs.

But she’d seen how that went for Nesta. 

Perhaps it was inescapable for her, too. After all, here she was, trapped with Lucien with no way out and no rescue. Would Feyre even care once she learned it was Lucien who had her? Or would they look the other way for Elain’s own good? 

Lucien offered Elain a rather filthy gesture with his hand, which prompted her to yell, “I thought you were supposed to be a gentleman!” at his retreating back. His barking laughter echoed down the ruined halls, spoiling her mood. Ass. 

Elain spent the rest of her day hiding from Tamlin and Lucien and examining the chains of magic. It took her about as long to untangle Lucien’s magic from Tamlins, separating them so it was easier to pull them apart and slowly unravel the entire thing. The library was the worst place to start given she couldn’t slip out a window. But if she could get it through the floor, the ruined conservatory was just below and that had doors out to the wilted garden. 

She’d decided to start with Lucien, assuming of the pair, the High Lord would be the stronger magic user. Lucien, though…his magic was complex, each chain a puzzle. Some of them burned her fingers like real flames while others were so blinding they illuminated the entire room and the hallway beyond. 

A tray of food waited for her just outside her door, Lucien’s scent all over it. Guess there were some gentlemanly impulses left, though the flower in the little vase at the corner of the tray looked as if someone had squished it in their palm. She ate, door closed, before setting the tray back in the hall. She could open her window as the frame pulled inward, rather than outward, and the breeze felt nice on her skin. 

It hadn’t been a week, she reminded herself. She was far more clever than Tamlin or Lucien gave her credit for, and no one understood how her magic worked. Elain barely understood it, truthfully. She’d simply begun to lie and tell people her magic was gone after the Cauldron had been destroyed, and then repaired, and everyone was willing to believe her.

But it hadn’t. Her magic was, as if ever had been, potent. 

Elain rubbed at her eyes, falling backward to the bed. Someone or something had been in to clean given the lack of cobwebs hanging from the chandelier overhead. Her room smelled faintly of marigolds, strange given they were more of an autumnal flower. She turned her face toward the pillow, inhaling deeply.

Sleep came easy even when it shouldn’t. Elain found herself standing in that foggy crossroads, the path often impassible thanks to tangles of thorny creepvine. Many of the early nights, after she’d been turned, were spent at this crossroads trying to coax the vines back. It seemed important to explore them. 

When she hadn’t been able to, Elain just assumed it was some irritating nightmare she’d never be free of. As Elain approached the crossroads, she found one path veering left was open to her. A rocky, paved road lay beneath her feet. Squinting, Elain tried to see where it led but a heavy, green tinged fog obscured her vision. 

That didn’t stop her. Dreams couldn’t hurt, after all—right? If she got scared, she’d do what she always did and force herself to wake up. With an open path, Elain moved forward eagerly. Why now, she wondered—though it didn’t stop her. Even as she stumbled over little cracks and holes in the road below, all she felt was excitement. 

Something bright flared through the fog, the source of it impossible to discern. Light appeared so suddenly it might have been her imagination had it not created sunspots in her vision. Picking up her pace, Elain tried to move faster, but the magic of the dream didn’t allow her to arrive any sooner than the dream wished. 

Elain didn’t realize she was trekking up a hill until her breathing became labored, sweat sliding down her neck. If it was a dream, it certainly felt uncomfortably real. It wasn’t—this was only a dream. 

At the top of the hill, Elain could see something, though the edges of it were blurred as though she were viewing it from under water. The air warped around her, shimmering irridescent as it prractically begged to be touched. Elain did, surprised to find it was wet, like dew on the grass just before dawn.

She jerked forward as if someone grabbed her wrist and yanked, sending her stumbling forward. There, standing in a glen framed by distant mountains on either side of the early dawn’s horizion, stood Lucien. He hadn’t noticed her—perhaps he wouldn’t, given this was her dream. Elain trotted behind him like a spectre, careful to keep a healthy distance between them. He was making his way toward a creek, his white shirt sleeves rolled to his ankles. 

He’d nearly made it when he turned, abruptly, brow furrowed.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded. Elain only shrugged her shoulders blithely, because this was her dream and in her dream Lucien had  to do as she wanted. She pointed toward the stream.

“Stand in it.”

What fun, to boss him around.

Only, he didn’t move. Lucien merely remained where he was, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re in my dream, Elain.”

She blinked. “This is my dream.”

He prowled forward, head cocked to the side. Tenatively, he reached out and poked her in the cheek, only for her to swat him away. That felt real. Elain blinked again and then, before he could say a word, snatched the dagger resting casually at his hip.

“Put that down!” Lucien warned, hands raised in defense. She wasn’t going to hurt him—Elain pressed the pointed end against her finger and pricked, surprised to find it hurt. Blood welled from the wound, and when she turned her hand over, blood dripped to the ground. 

“I’m real,” she said, more to herself than anything. “Where are we?”

“Autumn,” Lucien said moreosly. 

“You miss it?” She didn’t know why she was asking. Elain held the dagger in her hand, arm resting limply at her side. 

Lucien only shrugged, turning tol ook at the scene around him. She supposed she ought ot have guessed—the rainbow of colors dotting the mountain side certainly didn’t belong to Spring. 

“Why are you doing this?” she whispered. Something about the magic of her dream made it easier to ask him the questions burning in the back of her throat. 

“This is the only time I can see home,” Lucien replied, misunderstanding what she was asking him. 

There was no point pressing the issue. She turned, wondering how to leave this dream meeting. Perhaps she could find Feyre and warn her sister she was being held hostage. Easier said than done given she had no idea how she’d walked into Lucien’s dream. The path had opened, seemingly of its own accord, and had brought her here. What did it want her to find?

But whatever clues lay in the grassy glen or the bubbling brook were a mystery to her. It looked serene—picturesque, even—but not anything more than a memory of Lucien’s brought to life by his own mind. 

“Elain,” Lucien murmured, gripping her arm. He was touching her. Why? She frowned—but he was shaking her shoulders, now…and his voice was garbled. Far away. “Elain!”

Elain jolted awake to artificial lights half blinding her. Blinking her eyes open, she found Lucien half straddling her body with shredded hands, his own expression panicked. She tried to sit up only to find herself restrained, half buried beneath thorny vines. 

“What’s happening?” she breathed, panic rising in her throat. 

Lucien hacked at more of the vines, sending the plant thumping lifelessly to the ground. Her own skin was scratched, though nowhere near as bad as Luciens. He continued to pull, revealing a room filled with creepvine. It had come through the window, winding around the room as it sought to smother everything within it. 

No longer restrained, Elain scrambled to her feet, breathing hard as she stared back at him. 

“You were in my dream,” Lucien whispered, as if needing to hear her admit it. She only nodded.

“That was magic,” he added pointedly.

“I…I don’t know anything about it,” she said honestly. That much was true, at least. Lucien only frowned.

And said nothing else.

—

Head in his hands, Lucien waited for Tamlin to say something.

Anything.

“I’ve never…I’ve never heard of that sort of magic,” Tamlin finally murmured. “Dream walking?”

“I swear she was there,” Lucien repeated, though that hadn ever really been in question. “She was looking around.”

“There are very few accounts of Seer’s and their magic,” Tamlin began, hands steepled in front of his lips. His study was the worst of the ruined rooms, barely functional with the ruined walls, floors, and furniture. They’d dragged in a chair for Lucien to sit in while Tamlin leaned against his desk, which leaned aggressively thanks to a splintered leg. “Understandably, the courts that employed them weren’t keen to inform the rest of the world what, exactly, their prophets were capable of.” 

“Does it matter?” Lucien asked. “How long before she goes waltzing into Feyre or Rhys’s mind and tells them everything?”

Tamlin didn’t seem concerned. “If she was going to, she’d have done it by now.”

“She doesn’t know how it works, but she’ll learn,” Lucien pressed. 

“Then we have time. We need to know more than she does, and get ahead of this before she sends Night to our door.”

“What do you want me to do?” Lucien asked. They were being watched—not by Elain, who had stormed off to the library that morning mumbling about the endless survelliance happening day in and day out. 

“We need to learn where she was those last two months and why she’s here,” Tamlin reminded him, though Lucien believed Elain didn’t know or remember. She seemed to have such a poor grasp on her magic that it was entirely possible she’d lost track herself in her dream world. Though, that didn’t explain how she’d ended up here. 

There was something bigger than Elain, and maybe even Rhys, happening. Would Rhys conceal this from Feyre? And could Feyre keep it a secret? Would she torment Nesta with Elain’s absence if she knew exactly where Elain was and what she was doing? No, Lucien didn’t think so. He believed she’d put on a ruse—that she’d decieve him. But not the rest of her friends and family. Lucien also believed Rhys would keep it from Feyre so long as Elain herself didn’t know.

“Are we sure this isn’t a daemati controlling her?” Lucien questioned.

Tamlin rubbed as his jaw, stubbled after sevral days of neglecting his apperance. “No, I’m not. Rhys has always been cagey about what he can and cannot do, and how far his influence extends. If she’s here, and he knows it, then he knows everything we’ve done and everything we’ve said in her presence.”

“It could be a ruse,” Lucien replied, trying to think of Rhys’ angle. “If he’s considering a rival for the throne, killing you for kidnapping Elain would certainly give him that.”

“We need allies,” Tamlim mumbled, green eyes sliding to his feet. 

“Don’t—don’t ask me—”

“I have to. After…after everything, so many noble families fled. I need their gold to raise an army,” he told Lucien. “I can’t hold our borders forever, and if Rhys rallies the solar courts…” He could sweep into Spring with very little difficulty, topple their fragic, unstable government, and install a puppet High Lord that owed Rhys his allegiance. 

“I’ll send queries to Winter and Summer,” Lucien agreed, well aware news would travel. He’d need to be discreet and careful. “I can also…Eris…” he trailed off.

Many of the Spring Court nobles had fled to Autumn where Lucien knew they didn’t truly enjoy themselves. Beron was too controlling, demanded too much of their money, their resources, and whatever else he could squeeze from them. Transplants would be regarded as the lowest of the low, ranked just above the common fae but not as high as his favored families. 

If Lucien could guarantee them power and access, he was certain they’d return. If. Because he certainly couldn’t stroll back into Autumn after Beron had put that bounty on his head. He could appeal to Eris, but…Eris had allied himself with Rhys, and who knew how deep that alliance went? Lucien didn’t know if he wanted to gamble his life on his older brother.

Eris always put himself and his own interests first, after all. 

“Start with Summer,” Tamlin finally said, some scheming left to him. “After what happened in the second war…Tarquin is still bitter.”

“I’ll bet,” Lucien mumbled. “And Elain?”

Tamlin rubbed his eyes. “We could drug her to sleep every night.”

Lucien’s barred his teeth without meaning to, causing Tamlin to sigh. “Right. Then we will continue as we are and simply hope she knows as much as we know. Have you given any more thought to her vision?”

“The prophecy?” Lucien asked numbly. “No, I couldn’t begin to unravel it.”

“I have a contact in Day—a scholar who has quite the reputation. I’ll send it to her, see what she makes of it,” Tamlin murmured.

“And you don’t think she’ll find it odd our borders are closed, Rhys is on a manhunt for his missing Seer, and you just so happen to have questions regarding an errant prophecy?” Lucien snapped. 

“It’s the only plan we’ve got,” Tamlin half snarled back. “We need to move quickly, besides.”

“Oh, this is such a mess,” Lucien whispered, rising to his feet. How had they even gotten here? If he could go back, he would have simply dumped Elain on Rhys’s doorstep and forgotten the entire thing. 

“Do you trust me?” Tamlin asked against Lucien’s retreating back.

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” he repeated, looking up at his friend. “With your mate. Alone.”

“I—” It hadn’t even occurred to him to be concerned for Elain’s safety while he left. What was Tamlin going to do? He’d seen how his friend had once tried to court her sister and the wide berth of space Tamlin had given her.

“Of course,” Lucien agreed without hesitation. People could say whatever they liked about Tamlin—there was a lot to be said—but Lucien knew he wasn’t going to touch another Archeron even with thousands of marks on the line. 

“And if I wanted to keep her here?” Tamlin murmured, his voice softer. “A Seer.”

Lucien had to work to keep himself from snapping. “If that’s what she wants.”

“It could be,” Tamlin suggested, holding Lucien’s gaze. “You ah…you said she likes plants?”

“She can’t go outside.”

“The greenhouse is available,” he reminded Lucien. “I only thought…if she preferred being here…”

“We’re holding her hostage, Tam. I don’t think the greenhouse is going to impress her, but you’re welcome to try.”

Tamlin looked as if there were other things he wanted to say, swallowed when his better sense won out. That was for the best. In Lucien’s fantasies, Elain was content to stay wherever Lucien was and never missed the Night Court. 

“What about mothers estate?” Tamlin practically whispered. “The other courts aren’t aware of its existence. We keep the wards up, let them waste their time trying to get to the manor, meanwhile we’re at the border.”

“That’s risky, and is assumptive of a lot of stupidity on Rhys’s end,” Lucien began slowly. 

“He doesn’t find us particularly intelligent,” Tamlin hissed. “Why would he check anywhere but here? I can make my presence known on occasion—just enough for his army of bats to report I’m out prowling. Business as usual.”

There was heavy bitterness in Tamlin’s voice and right then, Lucien wished he could shake his friend. Rhys had taken everything that mattered to Tamlin, and then everything else that didn’t, besides. Some of it couldn’t be helped—Feyre had always been Rhys’ mate, and had always been on borrowed time with Tamlin. And some of it was merely his one-sided revenge that he’d never move past, regardless of the part Rhys had played in all of it. 

Tamlin had given them exactly what they all wanted—proof he’d never been the right kind of male to govern, to love, to even be friends with. And Lucien could admit that Tamlin hadn’t really tried to prove them wrong. He wanted to tell Tamlin that the best revenge was rebuilding his court and showing Prythian that he deserved everything he had. 

“Okay,” Lucien agreed, certain it would eventually blow up in their faces. “Lets do it—in the dead of night. I’ll winnow Elain if you drop the wards for me.”

“As soon as you return from Summer,” Tamlin agreed. Lucien didn’t bother to say anything else as he left, though he hoped that, perhaps, this was the start of something new. Sure, the circumstances were less than ideal, but maybe it was all of them needed—Elain included. Someplace new, without all their history hanging over their head. Maybe they could find peace, if not as lovers, than as friends. 

Lucien, at least, hoped for that.

Whether he’d get it was another matter entirely.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

hey I was wondering, do you have any thoughts or headcannons about Crescent? (Killer and Nightmare most popular fanchild) I always thought that his existence would be very interesting for the interaction between the two but the fandom kind of completely ignores them when it comes to Crescent, which is really annoying because this has so much potential to traumatize both of them (especially Killer)

Oh man, it’s been awhile since i thought about anything related to shipkids or Crescent. Now I did talk about how I think Stage 2 Killer, the Killer Crescent is most likely to be familiar with, would think of, react to, feel about, and behave around children in general right here.

All is to say, i don’t think Killer would ever want children of his own. Any kids he may potentially have would be on accident or something he was not willingly doing or had a hand in.

I do still think Stage 2’s ways of thinking about people in general—not full “people,” unreal, objects of fascination and study, NPCs running on scripts and predicable, tools or resources, targets, threats, etc—would extend to his own kids.

If it was something he didn’t willingly partake in, he’d avoid confronting his lack of agency or desire for such a thing—and he wouldn’t think of any kids as his. He’d think, “they’re not mine. Just another way this body was used.” Or “the results of someone else’s choices” or in some cases, “a means to an end.”

At most, if the child was an accident and unplanned, he may begin to see the kid(s) as “his.” But not in the way a parent typically thinks about their child; just as a fact. They’re “biologically” or magically, I guess, his. They may even be his in the same way that, say, the phone I’m typing on to respond to this ask is mine.

I wouldn’t want anyone touching it without permission or going through it or breaking it or stealing it from me. I have a password to keep it safe. I have a case on it so its screen doesn’t break when I drop it. It’s a cute case. I make sure to charge it when it needs to be charged, manage its storage, try to avoid giving it any bugs or viruses and try to fix it if it does get any. I make sure not to overcharge and overheat it.

Sometimes I play around in its settings and try to figure out how it works, what it can and can’t do, what I can and can’t change about it. There’s ideas and worries and thoughts floating around that my phone could be used against me, leak my personal information, explode and hurt me, etc.

When it doesn’t work as intended or in a timely manner or does anything that happens to regular phones and are just natural or inconvenient, I get annoyed with it and think about throwing it at wall. I don’t do it—but killer would have a much harder time with a kid in this analogy then I would.

I am not conditioned to respond with violence to certain triggers—it just mildly annoyed me. And he may just have to forcibly remove himself from the situation/kid, if only because he doesn’t want this kid “controlling” him.

If I lost or broke my phone id be annoyed and frustrated, upset about all my data and photos and videos and memories being lost—but would ultimately move on with my life. I would more so be upset that I wasted the money of the person who bought and gifted the phone.

Of course things with Killer and any kids of his in this phone analogy don’t fit perfectly. For one thing he wouldn’t even bother getting a “phone” in this case, and if he ever accidentally ended up with one and he wasn’t able to “share” it with someone (raise the kid alongside the parent as support or have any form of support), he’d find someone else to take it.

If he couldn’t find anyone else to take it, and the phone was capable of being taught to care and look after itself, he might do that if he’s in the environment to do so (aka not with Nightmare), then leave once he’s sure it can. Probably wouldn’t think much of the phone again.

Now back to Crescent specifically. I forgot what his story was so I had to look up a wiki, which may not be reliable, but something in particular stood out to me and kinda made me laugh.

“Killer doesn't care about Crescent. When Nightmare said that they now have a child together, Killer commented on this news with an emotionless "Wow".”

Very silly of him to do. But makes sense, since it’s to my understanding that this kid was not made out of any love between Killer and Nightmare—Crescent was made purely for Nightmare’s plans.

It’s mentioned that Nightmare is the mother, and maybe possibly given birth (?) to him, so at least Killer didn’t have to experience the body horror of unwanted pregnancy. But the way it’s said makes me think he still definitely wasn’t given any choice in this matter.

I remember hearing around that Nightmare actually raised Crescent in his early years due to wanting to raise him “right.” I personally don’t see Nightmare doing any of the child rearing honestly, i think it’d actually be left to Killer.

And I already talked about how I think Killer would fare with having been ordered to care for a child in the linked post, but there’s the added bonus of Crescent being Killer and Nightmare’s kid, Killer’s unwanted kid, the fact that he was likely ordered by the Boss to train and basically indoctrinate Crescent into whatever plans Nightmare has for the kid.

It was mentioned that Crescent is resentful and resistant towards Nightmare and his plans, hiding the full extent of his powers simply to spite Nightmare. And while I do think Killer may be all for spiting Nightmare, there’s the fact that Crescent himself isn’t likely to face the consequences for his disobedience; Killer is.

Hell, in the darkest timeline, Killer may even be the one ordered to dish out any punishment on Crescent himself; encouraged to give in to his conditioning while also having to restrain himself from killing the kid.

But it’s more likely that Killer would face punishment from Nightmare for any disobedience Crescent displays. Which in turn builds Killer’s both resentment and feelings of being powerless, but also leads to deep repression which increases his apathy and indifference.

All in all, i think Killer would both fear and hate that kid deep down. Very deep. But enough that whenever he’s in Stage 1, he’ll stay far away from Crescent; and warn the kid to do the same. He may even arm Crescent with a way to protect himself from Killer, similar to the way he tells Color he has to kill him if he ever goes Stage 3.

Crescent would likely be raised with the knowledge that his father—the one whose been taking care of and raising him all these years, but may have also been the one to have greatly wounded and betrayed him (regardless of choice or not)— is a danger to him, and one day, he may have to kill him—or he’d die instead.

[sopiao]

OMG HIIIIII ^^

i feel like there’s not enough price love on this app >:( so i wanted to request a reader that moves in across the hall from Price. and gets a little crushy crush on you 😻

LIKE OMG he helps you move in, do all the heavy lifting. such a gentlemen. always there whenever your AC breaks down. he just so happens to run into you in the complex’s laundry room. somehow always awake when you need him.

please ignore this if you want or don’t feel like it!! take care of urself boo!

PLS IVE BEEN SO EXCITED TO DO THIS THE SECOND I FIRST READ IT. honestly such a cute idea :^

anyways- 👀

Price was a very private man, never discussing any deep or emotional issues or feelings with anyone. He hated small talk, always found it awkward or bothersome. He didn’t feel as lonely as he thought he’d be, he liked the peace and the time he has for himself. Yes, he will be polite, but would rather prefer being by himself. But he’d try his best to avoid any interaction without being rude.

That was until he heard talking and a series thuds outside. Price was always very nosy and curious so he looked through the peephole of his door and saw you standing in front of the apartment across from his, it was empty for as long as he’s been there. Boxes were scattered along your feet.

He’s not sure why, but he felt like he should help you. He told himself it was just to make a good first impression of course. He scrambled to find the nearest clean shirt he could find. Coming out to meet you, Price was awkward at first, feeling like it was a bad idea at the last second until he saw your face, a soft and welcoming smile.

“Hi! Sorry about the boxes, I’ll be quick” You chuckle awkwardly, looking at the boxes that took up one side of the hallway. A smile instantly grew on him as he reassured you that it was alright and that it wasn’t a bother.

“You need a hand? I have some free time” He offered, lying, not wanting to seem like an eager creep that’ll snatch a pair of underwear from you while your not looking.

“You sure? I don’t wanna take up any of your time” Of course you were grateful for the offer but didn’t wanna be a bother. He insisted that he helped and that he wouldn’t be late to the nonexistent plans he made up. You didn’t doubt that he couldn’t do it. I mean, just look at him. His arms alone made you drool.

He made sure to make a show of it when he helped you out. Holding a box close against his barrel chest, making sure to subtly flex his arms he knew you were eyeing. Occasionally, you’d sneak a glance of his ass when you would go back out to bring in another box.

Price even helped you bring in all of your furniture from the downstairs lobby to the second floor. Doesn’t sound like much but when your bringing in furniture up and down and up and down— it gets tiring as hell. And fortunately for your case, sweaty.

Right after bringing in the couch, he did 80% of the lifting, you plopped down across it for a little break. Price pulling up the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his neck and face, showing you what you’ve been thinking about since the beginning. He was turned to the side so it didn’t look as obvious that he was showing off for you, but you still got that full view.

—

Price was excited when he heard a knock on his door, even more when he saw you, if he was a dog his tail would be wagging side to side.

“Sorry to bother you again, but do you know how to fix an AC? Or a repair number I can call?” You asked, chuckling nervously, again he pretended that he had free time in between plans he didn’t really have. Plus, it took him away from his heaps of paperwork and got to be in your presence, even if it’s for a short while.

“‘Course. I have some time” Flashing the charming smile you always thought about. Following you into your apartment with a reasonably sized tool box. He couldn’t help but eye how you looked, dressed to try and accommodate the hot weather without a functioning AC. Loose black tank top and grey sweatpants.

“Thank you! I would’ve probably roasted to death if I went one more minute with out it. So sorry to bother you again” You grinned, relief washing over you, the cool air against your boiling skin and sweat woke you instantly.

“No problem at all” He shrugged, putting his tools back in the red metal box, resting his surprisingly soft hand on your shoulder.

“Feel free to call me anytime anything needs fixing” His touch seemed to linger, along with your and his gaze on each other.

—

Price sprang up in a second and came running into your apartment when he heard a scream, the door was unlocked. He found you sitting on your counter with a pan, clearly afraid and scared.

“What?! What happened?!” He yelled, looking around your apartment for an intruder or something, his wooden bat being held over his shoulder, ready to strike.

You stuttered, too scared to reply, even think to form a sentence.

“A spider”

“What- Wait- Seriously?” He let the bat drop to his side, laughing at how seriously afraid your expression was.

“Yes, seriously! It’s huge, John! It’s as big as my hand!” You yell, trying to get to him while he laughs.

“Fine. Where is it?” He smirked. You followed him to your bedroom where the spider was. It really was as big as an atom, he couldn’t even find it until it moved up the wall.

—

When John heard your knock at his door he took no longer than a second, ready to open the door and greet you. Wondering what you’d want at this time of the night. He stopped for a second, realizing that he may be a little too eager. Waiting a couple seconds, like one or two, and opening the door, pretending that he just ended a call.

“Hm?” He tilted his head, forearm resting on the edge of the door as he leaned against it. Somehow you were more charming than the last time he saw you. Looking so excited with a paper towel on your hand with a single treat on it. He pretended he didn’t see it, but was internally hoping it was for him.

“Oh, good. You’re awake” You chime happily, taking the thick brownie and pressing it up to his lips for a bite. Wanting for him to take the test brownie, but being to awkward to ask him normally. He hummed in surprise, accepting the baked good. Placing his hand under his chin to keep it from falling and leaving crumbs.

“So?” You asked a couple seconds later, he’s still chewing. He chuckles at your eagerness, nodding his head as he tried to finish up his bite.

“I- Uhh. Wow. This is—this is good. Mm, really good” He nods, taking another bite of it as he dusted of his hands. Making you delighted that he liked it. He held the last bit of it up to your mouth to take it. Biting it from his hands you looked to the side, nodding to yourself and taking mental notes.

“Good. Good. Needs chocolate chunks, a little too dry” He stares as you just talk to yourself, a soft smile on his face.

“Oh. Caramel! Or is that too thick?” You perk up, snapping your fingers and looking up for confirmation or disapproval.

“Frosting?” He adds cluelessly, knowing nothing of the science of baking.

“Frosting!” Your eyes light up, pointing your finger at the idea.

“Mocha, maybe? Or nuts?” He tried his best to help and contribute to your little brainstorming session. Nodding along with the idea you thank him and walk back to your apartment to tweak the recipe a bit.

[silenttrxxs]

street racer choi san! x reader

Choi San. He was the cities best racer, he hasn’t lost a single race this season. And it wasn’t a shock really. It become known to you about him when he arrived at the garage, His car a simple Porsche 911.

“Yo, wooyoung-ah” San shouted as he slammed the door, walking towards your brother. You was just sitting down, a book in your hand as you studied, you had your Japanese exam coming up at the time and needed to cram as much as you could in but your brother called you in, something about needing your help because Yeosang his right hand man called in sick and wouldn’t be in. You looked up from your book and gasped. Donned in leathers, his keys dangling from his fingers as he got closer to wooyoung. Your gaze fell to the floor as a feirce blush spread across your cheeks, you moved in the chair adjusting a little to avoid any attention.

you felt a peircing gaze boring holes into your entire being as San got closer.

wooyoung looked up, wiping his hands with a rag and took the keys.

"guessing you want it all kitted out huh?" wooyoung said walking around the car.

"yeah, need to win this one, its my home race in a few days and i cant loose my streak woo" san says laughing.

wooyoung looks and inspects the car, tutting and muttering things under his breath.

"its gonna be a hefty sum bro, i have the parts how about you stick around itll be done in a few hours" wooyoung says grabbing the wrench and looking over to you. you had watched the entire interaction praying to any one that you would be ignored, you was broken from your inner manifestation by wooyoungs voice. "y/n a hand please" he beckoned handing you a wrench as you stood up walking towards him. San looked you up and down as you got closer.

"e-erm hi, im san and you are?" he stutters, clearly not a man of much words towards women. you giggled a little finding it cute how he stumbled on his words, you noted the slight blush creeping on his cheeks and felt the little devil land on your shoulder. the words ringing through your head as you took the challenge, you was going to make it impossible for him to resist you as you worked on his car. of course in a way to not rouse suspiscion. you took a walk around the car, listening to wooyoung as he told you what needed doing knowing exactly what to do and noting it was a 1 person job you looked at your brother.

"wooyoung-ah, why dont you take a break, go get some food and a nap or something, you need it and trust me i can handle this myself dont worry" you said smiling sweetly.

"are you sure y/n, i am starving now you mention it" he replies, laughing at his stomach growling as he spoke.

"yes woo go" you said before throwing his keys at him and shooing him out the garage and closing the shutters.

turning slowly you locked your gaze with san.

"well youre the last job of the day, and ill get this done for you a quick as possible" you say as you grab your tools and start working on the car.

san watches intently, his body heating up as he watched the way your body hung over the car, your mucles contracting as you worked on the car, the thin sheen of sweat dorning your skin, his gaze falling down your body to your ass. He shook his head as he adjusted his stance. He coughed clearing his throat and grabbing a water.

"you okay there san" you said, your head picking up and looking over to him.

"y-yeah im good" he lied.

you nodded in reply and carried on working. a sly smile spreading across your face when you bent back over the car. You knew your plan was working.

You gasped as you felt a warmth behind you, you giggled a little as you took the bar down, finally being done with the car. Shutting the bonnet and turning slowly. You gasped as sans hand gripped your jaw. "youve been doing that on purpose havent you" he whispered into your ear his breath hot against your skin.

you felt your body tense under his touch, you sucked in a sharp breath. San noted the way your body tensed. "look at you, your loving this arent you?" san muttered before looking down into your eyes. his eyes darkening as he moved his leg between your legs. A chuckle leaving his lips as he felt the heat pouring from your body. "so sensitive arent you" san spoke as his hand carressed your cheek down to your throat as he smirked, noting the way you tried to close your legs around his leg and gulp under his touch. his hand wrapped around your throat as he leant into you his form shadowing over yours as he took your lips with his own. Your bodies melting together as you let out whimpers. San let his hands roam your body, his hands caressing your chest, massaging your breasts as you leaned into his touch. Your own hands lifting tugging at his jacket, you took it off him taking in the sight before you as you saw the toned muscles, his tank top clinging to his skin leaving nothing to the imagination, your hands lifted as you smirked, caressing his abs. you giggled as you watched the way he shivered under your touch.

San groaned as he felt his cock throbbing in his pants as your hands caressed his body. His own hands grabbing your arms and turning your body, pushing your body against the bonnet of his car. "s-san" you breathed out, your body clenching around nothing as you felt his hips against you. "so needy arent you y/n" he said before gripping your wrists behind you and ripping the clothes from your body, the cold air hitting you making you shiver, exposing your wet heat to him. fumbling with his pants with his free hand he stroked himself a little before guiding his cock against your folds. A smug laugh leaving his mouth as he watched the way you clenched, your wetness covering his cock in a thin slick before he lined up with your hole, taking a moment to allow you to adjust to his size.

san groaned as your heat enveloped his cock, his hips moving slowly as you pushed back against him. "fuck so tight baby" he groaned as he sped up his movements his hips snapping against you as he let go of your wrists, reaching up to grab a handfull of your hair, he pulled your hair as he fucked into you harder, his orgasm creeping up quickly he bit his bottom lip as a loud moan left hip lips. he felt you clench around him as you moaned loudly his name falling from your lips as you release all over his cock. "f-fuck" he hisses as he spills inside you his hand wrapping around your throat as he lifts your body, his hips continuing to snap into you as he chases another orgasm. "fuck going to fill you up baby" he hisses as he continues to fuck you against his car.

You had long forgot how many times you had came, you looked up at san as you both finally come to a stop, you smiled and giggled as you allowed him to help you sit on the couch. you both turnt to each other and smiled. "can i have your number" san says laughing. "you just fucked me stupid of course you can" you laugh reaching to grab your phone and handing it to him. he put his number in, he stands up grabbing his keys, and popping the boot, grabbing a pair of his jogging pants and walking back to you, he helped you get into the pants and sat on the couch with you. you both spoke for hours, until the tiredness hit you both. Both your bodies entertwined together and sleep enveloping the pair of you.

[thatsoanjie]

Unspoken costs

Sebastian Sallow x reader

Summary : You start doubting Sebastian's intentions in your friendship.

Word count : 1 124

Notes : Requests are open! I just write these to get the ideas out of my head :)

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The thought crept up on you like a shadow, subtle at first, but growing in size and weight until it consumed nearly every quiet moment you had to yourself. It was one of those thoughts that made your stomach churn, your heart clench, and every instinct scream to push it away. But no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it lingered, gnawing at you, relentless.

It started with a simple, innocent observation—how often Sebastian would bring up Anne in your conversations. It was natural, you told yourself. Anne was his sister, his world, the person he loved most. Of course, he would talk about her, especially when you had been so deeply involved in their quest to cure her.

But then the doubts began to creep in. What if that was all you were to him? A means to an end? Someone who could help him save Anne, but nothing more?

You began to replay every interaction in your mind, searching for signs, for clues. Every time Sebastian had pulled you into his schemes, every time he had sought you out for help, every time he had looked at you with those intense, desperate eyes—it all seemed to revolve around one thing: Anne. And the more you thought about it, the more it started to hurt.

Were you just a tool to him? A convenient ally who could be discarded once Anne was cured? The idea sent a wave of nausea crashing over you. You cared about Sebastian—more than you had ever cared about anyone. But what if that care, that love, wasn’t mutual? What if you were just another piece in his puzzle, and nothing more?

After one particularly grueling day in the library, these thoughts became unbearable. You had spent hours researching yet another obscure text, and Sebastian had been restless, his frustration bubbling over.

“We’re missing something,” he muttered, his voice strained. “There has to be something more… something you can do.”

You paused, trying to calm the rising tide of doubt, but it felt too familiar, too raw. "Sebastian," you started, your voice shaking, "do you only want me around because I can help you save Anne?"

The question cut through the air, sharp and immediate. He stopped, narrowing his eyes at you, his posture stiffening.

"Are you serious right now?" His tone was incredulous, defensive. “After everything we’ve done, after everything I’ve asked of you, you’re really going to throw that at me? You think you're just some tool?"

Your breath caught in your throat, but you stood your ground. “It feels like that sometimes.”

He scoffed, pacing now, clearly agitated. “You know what, maybe you're just too afraid to see things through. Maybe it’s easier to think I’m using you than to admit you’re scared of what comes next. Coward.”

The word hit you like a blow, your heart hammering in your chest. “How can you say that? After everything we've been through?”

"Because it’s true!” he shot back, his eyes burning with frustration. "You’re brilliant, more capable than anyone I know. Hell, half of the things we’ve accomplished wouldn’t have happened without you. But here you are, too afraid to push yourself further, hiding behind this—this doubt. You think I haven’t noticed?"

The weight of his words settled on you, heavy and stifling. “I’m not hiding. I just need to know… What happens when Anne is cured? Where does that leave us?”

His expression softened, but only for a moment. “Why does it matter?” he asked bitterly. “This isn’t about us, this is about saving her.”

You felt the sting of his words but pressed on. “No, Sebastian. It is about us. I need to know if I’m just a means to an end.”

He stopped, his face hardening as he looked away, the tension thick between you. Then, almost too quietly, he said, “Maybe you want to be a means to an end. Maybe you’re the one who doesn’t want this responsibility.”

His accusation stung, but you didn’t back down. “That’s not fair. I’ve done everything I could.”

“I know!” He finally turned back to you, his voice breaking slightly. “I know you have. And that’s exactly why it frustrates me that you don’t see it. You’re extraordinary. Your talent could change everything, do things I can’t even begin to comprehend. But every time it matters���every time it could really make a difference—you hesitate. And I don’t get it.”

You felt the lump in your throat grow tighter, his words cutting deeper than you had expected. “I’m not like you, Sebastian,” you said quietly. “I can’t just throw myself into it without thinking about what it’ll cost.”

Sebastian was silent for a long moment, his face a mixture of anger and something else—something more complicated. "I don’t want to admit it, but you’re right. You don’t have to be like me, and you don’t owe me this.” His voice softened, but there was still a raw edge to it. “I can’t deny your talent is incredible. It’s—it’s the kind of magic that changes everything, that changes people. And maybe I’ve pushed you because I thought... because I needed you to see it, too. But I get it. I’m not asking you to follow me down the same path.”

You blinked, surprised by his shift in tone, by the way his defenses crumbled just enough for you to see the vulnerability underneath.

“I can’t ask that of you,” he continued, more measured now. “And I respect that. I just… I just wish things were different. That I didn’t need you so badly, and you didn’t feel like I was taking advantage of you.”

There was a painful silence as his words settled in. For the first time, it felt like he was admitting that he’d put too much on you, expected too much without understanding the weight of what he was asking.

“I don’t want to be a coward,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“I don’t think you are,” he said, his gaze finally softening as he looked at you. “I think you’re braver than you give yourself credit for. But I’ll respect your choice. Whatever you decide, I won’t push you.”

For the first time in a long while, you felt something loosen in your chest. His words weren’t perfect—there was still hurt, still unresolved tension—but it was enough. Enough for now.

“Thank you,” you murmured, the air between you still heavy but no longer unbearable.

Sebastian nodded, stepping back slightly but keeping his gaze on you. “I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted quietly. “Not because of this. Not because of anything.”

***

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Requests are open. I've been trying to get a fic out every monday at 4pm ET. So far, so good! I do need to branch out from one character fics lol.

[weirdsht]

Disillusioned 15 . Limelight

a/n: ngl I'm starting to hate this, it's just that my writing style doesn't seem fitting for a series. maybe next time I'll stick to one-shots lol

also I'm so so sorry for the late update. I'm so busy I haven't slept for like a week now. However, I found some free time to write huhu.

tags: injuries, blood (it's cale what did you expect), self-doubt, war

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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_____’s time in Vegas City had been relaxing. There’s no way it wouldn’t be when everyone, mainly Cale, made sure it was. And the healer is grateful to all of them. It gave them time to think and lament over the devastating news they had received.

In turn of that kindness and space, _____ made sure to recover after they left the Caro Kingdom. It wasn’t easy, all they wanted to do was lay on the bed all day and cry. Getting energy for the slightest task, even eating, was so hard. But they still pushed themself, because war was approaching.

The battlefield is calling and its first target is their new home.

So the healer pulled themselves by their bootstraps. Even as everyone tried to assure them that it was fine to not be okay they still spared no effort to recover from their depression and be back to normal.

“Basen-nim will handle communications. The Count and Countess will be on the battlefield. Lily-nim is too young.”

Currently, Cale and _____ are having a disagreement.

“That doesn’t mean you’re the only option left. The Henituse have a lot of retainers and people we can use.”

“But can you really go all out if it isn’t one of your direct people guiding the citizens?”

Cale could only furrow his eyebrows at that retaliation. The two are currently disagreeing whether or not _____ should be in charge of leading and guiding the citizens once the Paerun Kingdom attacks. 

Silence lingered for a few seconds. Cale knows that _____ is right. Especially after that northeastern nobles meeting… Cale can only have peace of mind if the one in charge of the citizens is someone he knows. Someone he trusts

_____ reached out towards the redhead, holding his hand to show their resolve.

“Cale, I’ll be fine.”

The healer can feel Cale squeeze their hand back.

“Fine…”

Cale pauses for a moment and _____ thinks they are nearing the end of the discussion.

“But let Raon cast magic on you for disguise.”

Apparently _____ thought wrong.

No way are they allowing the young dragon to cast and maintain magic on them when they need his mana to maintain the barrier. It would also be dangerous to ask another mage for a disguise when there’s always the possibility of their enemies bringing mana disturbance tools.

“Cale you know we can’t do that.”

“Yes, that’s why you better just stay inside the castle walls or beside me and Raon.”

“I can’t do that either. I promise I’ll be safe, plus I’ll be wearing my hood and mask. There’s no way anyone would recognise me.”

Cale sighed as he used his free hand to push his hair back. 

Honestly, everyone listening in (the kids averaging 8 years old) doesn’t know why the young master is fighting this losing battle. If it had been anyone else Cale would’ve agreed in a heartbeat. 

Plus sooner or later they know he’ll give in to the healer’s wishes.

He always does.

True enough, Cale’s resolve did not even last 5 minutes before he agreed to _____’s request. It’s now official that they will be leading the citizens towards safe zones. They would also be the first line of defence in case enemies get past the barrier and start attacking the city. 

Of course, if Cale or someone else from their side gets injured then _____ will run immediately to aid them.

The other people who didn’t listen in on the conversation didn’t even have to ask how it went. Results were obvious from the way _____ was humming on their way out with Cale sighing and petting On and Hong.

“Knight-nim please check if there’s any people left on area d. If you need me I’ll be double-checking our inventory and supplies.”

It’s been a few hours after Cale and _____’s talk. Right now the healer is making sure that everything is in order while their friends are fighting the Indomitable Alliance.

As the Medicus sees Choi Han and the others attack they remember a conversation they had with Cale last night.

The two are the only ones in the room. Well, the only ones awake. The children are with them but Cale has forced them to sleep because they need the energy for tomorrow. A serving of blueberry crumble paired with jasmine tea is being enjoyed as they talk.

“I plan to create a new history. To bring new heroes forward.”

“And I assume you won’t be part of those heroes?”

_____ asked in a joking manner as they refilled both of their teacups.

“Of course not. I only want to win this war and then go rest at the underground villa peacefully.”

Cale stopped speaking to take a bite out of the dessert.

“I’m telling you this because I want to ask you if you’d like to be part of that history. This battle would be a good opportunity to show everyone that you are alive.”

“I… thank you but it would be unneeded.”

The healer’s immediate answer made Cale look at them in confusion.

“Hmm well, that’s a shame the crown prince was also thinking of giving you the Perduellio’s assets as all of them have been found guilty.”

“Is he? I didn’t know such a thing.”

Of course _____ didn’t. Only Cale and Alberu know of such a thing. They're also the only ones who know the sorry state that family is currently in.

“But still… While I do agree with you that this is a good time to do that I still don’t want to do it. My time in the spotlight was not a good experience for me. It would be enough for me to see our friends be known and bask in that light.”

_____ sipped their tea before continuing.

“There’s also the fact that my adoptive family had committed a grave sin. I don’t think it’s right for me to strive for fame when I am still legally part of that family. I will reveal myself, but it won’t be now. I hope Cale and the crown prince can understand…”

Cale nodded in understanding. He's not cruel enough to force someone to do what he wants just because he wants to hide in the shadows. There are already more than enough heroes that he can push into the spotlight.

“I understand, I’ll inform the crown prince don’t worry about it.”

_____ snapped out of their daydream to focus back on their task. 

At least tried to.

Right about when _____ is about to talk to another knight they saw Cale bleed. The healer would have left it to the priests and healers near the field if it was just Cale’s normal bleeding. But it wasn’t.

Cale is bleeding from basically every orifice of his body.

And his too far away for _____ to accurately see if he's okay.

“I’ll leave the rest to you knight-nim, I must assist our Commander.���

So the healer runs. 

They run the fastest they’ve ever had in their entire left. _____ ran so fast they got there before the healers could.

“__– healer-nim you shouldn’t be here.” 

Countess Violan made sure that the healer’s hood and mask were still intact. The fabric on their face had been removed to aid catch their breath from running. Good thing the hood was still intact so it’s unlikely that anyone has seen their face.

“Countess Violan It’ll be fine. Our priority should be the Commander right now.”

_____ has no way of knowing how at that moment, the Henituse’s respect for them grew even more.

The healer turned to Cale to see him talking to what seemed like the air. That must be why his parents are even more worried right now. It looks like the redhead is hallucinating.

Good thing _____ knows the truth. They know that he isn’t hallucinating and that he isn’t talking to thin air. Good thing they know that the words the young master was uttering are directed at a certain invisible dragon.

"It's fine now, I'll be supporting too."

Those words may seem like it was directed at the Countess and Cale but it was directed towards Raon. It's the healer's way of saying that everything will be fine so Raon better follows Cale's instructions.

_____ can’t see Raon nor can they hear his voice in their head, but they’re sure that the dragon has quieted down since Cale had stopped muttering

“Does healer-nim need help?”

The territory’s healer finally arrived. Meanwhile, _____ has not only aided Cale’s vitality of the heart, but they were also healing Choi Han while supporting Mary.

“Yes please.”

Short responses are the only thing _____ can form right now. They must focus all their strength on supporting three people. Choi Han is especially hard to heal. It’s because the Medicus had only known long-distance healing in theory and had never tried it in person.

The far away and moving Choi Han proved to be a difficult patient but _____ is certain that his recovering little by little from the wounds they are slowly absorbing. 

Drip

Drip

It’s a good thing the colour coding for this event is black. Even as blood drips down their sleeves no one would notice from far away.

But not the people near the Medicus.

Cale’s hand that had been holding onto _____’s arms tightened at the blood dripping down the ground. On the bright side, they are now certain that Choi Han’s shoulder wound is getting better.

Meanwhile, supporting Mary is easier but still proves to be a bit of a challenge. The Medicus has to support her as stealthily as possible to not give away her location. Usually whenever _____ uses her ancient power droplets of water would appear. Then they would cover those droplets with their light ability. 

But they can’t do that right now.

Both would be too flashy and would reveal the necromancer’s location.

So they did the next best thing. Which was making their power travel through the cracks of the ground and the wall.

Doing this while doing long-distance healing and supporting the Vitality of the Heart made _____ use more power and energy than they usually would.

“Leave some of the work to the healers and priests.”

The still pale, but doing much better now, Cale whispered. _____ looked at him to assess his condition using their power. 

“I’m okay Commander, and it looks like you’ll be okay soon too.”

_____ heard Cale sigh but ignored it. Seeing that his being ignored, Cale proceeded to gather himself so he could stand up again.

And that made the healer relieved.

Sure they knew his fine. _____ knows that the young master has a regeneration power. But seeing him being in commission again made it feel real. Especially after seeing them bleed that much.

That relief was short-lived.

Because tell _____ why was the first thing Cale did was use his powers again. The healer swears that one day Cale is gonna give them a heart attack.

Fortunately, the healer and the redhead have similar temperaments. Both can work well under immense stress and pressure while making it seem like they aren’t breaking that much sweat. Thanks to that _____’s composure didn’t falter and they were able to do what they needed to.

Choi Han is still a problem though. Because of the distance, the healer can’t fully heal him.

‘If only I was stronger’

_____ tries to push unnecessary thoughts away.

‘If only I was a saint’

Just as _____ was about to get pulled in by their thoughts, they felt a familiar chubby paw on their shoulder.

“Kind _____ hang in there a bit more, we’re close to winning! I’m going to go help out Choi Han now okay?”

Raon’s bright voice had served as a wake-up call for _____. Thanks to him the healer can fully focus on their task until the very end.

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I didn’t know I could too.”

Cale and _____ are currently on their way to the underground dungeon. Both of them are pale and their clothes are covered with blood but they are walking as if nothing’s wrong.

“When you were at the Paerun Kingdom I started thinking of my powers in a different light, and this was the conclusion of that.”

“But doing this is harder for your body right?”

“As if, you’re one to talk.”

_____ laughed as they saw Cale scrunch his nose at the comment.

“Yes it’s harder but it’s very useful at times like this. It's all thanks to the anatomy books Ron bought for me. Having a more in-depth idea as to how our bodies work allowed me to assess them even from far away.

It’s good to know that as long as someone is within my eyesight I can heal them. Haaa, but I must say, healing Choi Han-nim while he was riding those flying bones is hard.”

Both of them stopped at the entrance of the underground dungeon.

“Since it’s hard and you overexerted yourself, does this mean you’ll leave Choi Han in the hands of other healers?”

The healer laughed again as they waved goodbye. There’s no way Cale is allowing them to enter the dungeon and they have better things to do.

“No promises Cale.”

And if one of those ‘better things to do’ is healing Choi Han, then Cale can find out for himself later.

[anemhoez]

The Snake...

Viper/AFAB Hunter Reader WARNINGS: double penetration, choking, toe sucking and unprotected sex A/N: buttercream buttercream snake skin i love a villain and i NEED him BAAAADDDD!! sorry to that man caleb uhhhhhh hell get a fic one day…….

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

You were almost always around Caleb, at least that’s the way Viper saw it. Deep down he knew he hated you, maybe as much as he hated Caleb. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to get close enough to you to finally kill you, at least not with the way Caleb constantly kept watch over you.

And it wasn’t just when you were around him either. He often caught Caleb watching you through live streams of the cameras he had set up in your shared home.

He also knew Caleb often carried around your used underwear. He’d sniff them every now and again during the many missions they would go on together. Always in secret, or what Caleb thought to be secret.

How could the assassin hope to get close if there was constant surveillance? Perhaps it had to happen in public?

But the thought of Caleb finding your lifeless body at home was currently one of the few reasons Viper even bothered to woke up in the morning.

He would have to steal his phone, and any other device he used to watch you.

Then he thought to himself….did you even know about the cameras? Was this some kind of kink the two of you shared? It was actually kind of interesting when he thought about it, he’d never peg you to be the type.

But he always figured Caleb was a cuck.

He decided to make his move one day that Caleb was having maintenance on his arm. The snake slithered into the lab, the professor quickly noticing and immediately shooing him away. Caleb noticed and looked over at Viper, “Got nothing better to do?” His eyes moved back to his arm the older man was currently fine tuning.

“Iss that any way to greet your partner?” He walked over to where the tray of tools sat. Caleb's phone lay on that same tray, unattended and vulnerable. The pilot's sharp eyes however almost immediately caught on to what his partner was planning.

Caleb quickly used his evol to bring his phone over to him, his eyes going from Viper to his screen. “Don’t think we have any missions planned for today, did you need something?’

Viper shook his head, “From you? Never. I actually needed to talk to dad.” He feigned like he had something important to ask as the professor finally put down the mechanical arm he was working on. “You have five minutes!’ He exclaimed coldly to the snake who’s eyes were currently fixed on Calebs phone.

As he walked by, he saw the live feed of you in your home, none the wiser about your fiancé watching you closely.

“Go on.’ The. Old man said with a sigh as they exited the lab past the sliding glass doors. Viper quickly began to recite the various topics he had thought about on the way to the lab. “Just how long are you planning on keeping him around?” The professor held his head in his hands, “ Not this again. I've told you many times that we still need him.” Viper's slitted eyes flicked over to where Caleb sat, “He’s a liability. If only you knew where hiss mind really wass half the time.” He crossed his arms over his chest, letting his adoptive father think he was as upset as he was acting. The professor looked over where Viper’s eyes were fixed in a heated stare.

“He’s powerful, despite his obsessions with that person. As long as he follows through with everything I've tasked him with, I don’t care if he keeps them locked away.” Viper smirked, thinking just how close the gravity evol user was to actually making that happen.

“Anything for you to get your way, huh?” He reached into his pocket, grabbing his phone and handing it to the professor. “issn’t it time to do a check on everyoness devicess? You may not care what he doess but, keeping our information classified iss always top priority.”

The professor knew he had a point. “Hand it over to the security team, take Caleb's with you.”

The two of them re-entered the lab and the professor quickly exchanged words with Caleb on having to hand over his phone. After much protest from the pilot, he finally relinquished his device. “This better not be a trick of yours snake.” Viper simply smiled, “Oh come on, I'd never betray my own father'ss trust like that! You’ll have it back in no time, relax and get that arm of yourss tended to.”

The sneaky assassin finally got his way, Caleb's phone safely in his hands. He quickly made his way out, bypassing the security offices and heading straight out to where he knew you lived.

Caleb, the professor’s golden boy, was just about as close to perfection as one person could get. Viper knew since the day he waltzed into their headquarters he’d be set aside like trash. He was more than certain he hated him, it was more than jealousy for his prowess and good looks. It was a deep need to see him in despair, the need to see the light leave his eyes the second he knew his biggest rival was going to be the one to kill the love of his life.

You were a different being entirely. Whatever it was about you that had Caleb completely obsessed, he didn’t see. Or was it that he didn’t allow himself to see it, to really get to know you beyond the surface level conversations. Sure you were easy on the eyes and oftentimes funny, especially when you let Caleb have it. But he never understood what it was about you, until today.

He practically hummed as he made his way to your apartment in Skyhaven, noticing every security measure in place and easily avoiding them. He’d soon be at your front door and all he needed was one of his prepared excuses to get inside. Everything was going according to plan.

Well, it would have if you didn’t already know that Viper had planned to kill you.

You were a skilled hunter, of course you knew when someone wanted to kill you. It didn’t help the way he acted whenever you were around. He’d act like talking to you was the most difficult task in the world. You could understand why he hated Caleb, but why you? You were always nice to him, always tried to include him in anything you did. Maybe you were too nice? You sighed as you watch the man approach your front door through the peephole. The look on his face seemed so carefree, you couldn’t wait to slap that look right off of his face.

Before he could knock you opened the door, catching him completely off-guard. He blinked and looked at you, “Shit.” you heard him say under his breath, tilting your head and observing his tense body language. “Viper, what are you doing here? Is everything alright?” You asked with a sigh, pretending to sound as naive as possible.

“Caleb sent me, actually-“ he lied, meeting your gaze for the first time in a very long time. He steeled his nerves and quickly came up with another scheme. “He ssaid you’d know what it iss.”

You scoffed quietly, he was good. If you were anyone else, you’d probably fall for whatever he was trying. “Oh that’s right, come on in!” You moved aside and let the man through the threshold, not at all concerned for your safety.

Viper made his way in, already knowing you knew he was up to something. The two of you now in your shared home with Caleb, both aware of what the other was thinking. “It's right over here, one second.”

Viper watched as you walked towards a nearby shelf, your sheer silk robe flowing as you moved. He was hit with a sudden realization as he looked at your rear that peaked from under your robe. You were stunning, more than just pretty. You had a grace about you as you walked, the way you turned back at him with a smile that seemed so sincere.

“This is it right?” You asked after you absentmindedly reached for something insignificant on the shelf. He nodded, taking the small medallion you handed him. “Lookss like it, thankss.” He sounded defeated, like he lost whatever spark he had just five minutes ago. “Did you need me to text Caleb to make sure?”

He laughed and shook his head, “No.” Was all he said before pocketing the item and looking at you. “Okay well, oh-!” You said with a small yelp, hurrying to where your purse sat on the counter in the kitchen. “I have something for you, from my recent trip.” You hurried back to him and invaded his personal space, the assassin moving back slightly and making you giggle.

“Relax.” You sighed and reached behind his neck, clasping a silver chain around it quickly. “Hope you like it, it's from an extinct species!”

His golden eyes shifted from you to the charm that now dangled from his neck. He reached up and touched the snake fang gently,

“A snake fang?” He observed it with softening eyes, the corner of his mouth tilting upwards in thought. “Yeah, I saw it and thought of you, do you like it?”

Those seven words replayed in his head over and over.

“I saw it and thought of you.”

Viper was sure he had never heard that phrase before, from anyone actually. Not his friends or lovers and especially not his own father.

He held the fang between his fingers, the tooth so well preserved that it looked brand new. “Thank you Y/n.”

Something must have softened within him, his eyes had changed when he finally looked back at you. You tilted your head, “I think that’s the first time you’ve said my name.” He finally let go of the charm, scoffing as he looked away from you. “Soundss like a lie but, whatever.” He tried to play it cool to no avail. The sincerity of your gift clearly affecting him more than he’d like to show.

The two of you stood in your living room in silence, your hands behind your back preparing your evol in your hands if he had tried anything sudden.

“Well, if that’s all…” your voice trailed off as you headed to the front door, his attention suddenly back on you. You couldn’t hear his footsteps behind you, but you knew he was close by the sound of his quiet breathing. His mechanical hands reached out, centimeters away from you as he followed close behind.

Your hand held the door knob, a sigh escaping your lips as you turned to face him. “I actually think we could’ve been friends.” You watched as his eyes flashed with anger his strong hands clasping around your neck roughly. Your hands went to his, your body reacting as he choked you. You tried kicking and pushing him away, but the assassin only moved in closer, not leaving any space between your body for you to fight back.

This was it, he would finally snuff out your life, and the next person would be Caleb once he lured him here. The necklace you gave him pressed against your bodies as his plan was slowly coming to fruition.

But for some reason, you suddenly started to laugh?

The snake was shocked, your eyes scrunching closed as you laughed way harder than you needed to. “Why the fuck are you laughing?” He kept his hands tight on your neck, squeezing as you laughed so hard tears started to fall. “Sorry it's just, I find it hilarious you’re trying to kill a hunter in their own home, one with an evol like mine no less.”

A burst of energy pushed him back wards, but he quickly got his bearings.

You sighed, tightening your robe around you. “Gotta hand it to you, you’re brave.” Your eyes went to his, the determination in them as fierce as ever. “Had to take my chancess, esspecially now that Caleb’ss not watching.”

Your face changed to one of surprise, “You know about the cameras?” Viper sported that same look before asking you outright.

“You know about the cameras?!” The two of you stood there in both shock and equal levels of embarrassment. “Uhm, how do you know he’s not watching?” Your voice went low as you looked down at your hands.

He rubbed the back of his neck and pulled out Caleb's phone from his pocket with his free hand. “I have hiss phone.” You laughed and took it from him, “Wow! You really prepared hard to kill me huh?” He scoffed watching you as you walked over to the bookshelf and waved at the camera the was hidden inside the spine of a book.

“Sso you’re okay with it? The two of you have ssome kind of kink thing going on?” He asked as he went to sit on the couch, exhausted from this whole interaction with you. You giggled and turned to him, “Not on my side, although he has mentioned that if I get lonely whenever he’s not around, I should just give him a show. But like id give him that satisfaction.” You explained and laughed at the thought of doing anything more in your relationship with him than what was necessary.

Viper’s eyes looked at you as you walked over, then down to the gift you gave him that rested safely on his chest. “Did you want him to ssee thiss?” He asked as he watched you saunter over, your hips swaying a little harder as you moved closer to him with a smirk plastered on your face.

It wasn’t lost on you how good he looked in this moment, vulnerable and defeated in his task to take your life. It was endearing in a way, his eyes scanning your form without shame. His infrared vision allowed him to see just how warm your body was, and in a very particular area.

“I ssee, your intentionss are becoming very clear to me hunter.” He sunk down lower in his seat, spreading his legs open, looking more and more inviting to you. “Too bad he can’t see what’s going on right now,” your voice was low as you untied your robe and exposed yourself to him.

You saw is tongue flick out quickly his golden sadistic eyes scanning you. “But it’s good that you’re a horrible assassin, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do this,” You leaned in, your hands on either side of his face as you closed the gap.

He immediately pulled you onto his lap, a growl emanating from his throat as the two of you kissed. The kiss was rough and intense, worlds different from the way Caleb kissed you. You bucked your hips against his skinny yet muscular lap, your hands moving to wrap around his neck.

The way you moaned into the kiss, your desperation to touch him, perhaps he could understand now why Caleb was wrapped around your finger. The two of you pulled away in a huff, the snake under you looking between your legs with a smile.

“You’re…sso warm here.” His voice was low, sultry in his own way as he reached down between your legs. He palmed your cunt, sighing when he slid his fingers against your soaked panties. You rolled your hips against his hand, “Now you understand what you do to me, you fucking asshole.” You said that last part in a whisper, leaning back in for a kiss.

He allowed you to kiss him briefly before pulling away and looking at you with intent. “You have sstrange tasste.” His voice was low, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him.

“I like what I like. I mean just look at Caleb.” You said with a giggle as he quickly moved you to lie on your back. “Don’t talk about him anymore.” He practically growled as he leaned in and nipped at your ear. You felt his mechanical hands move down your body, resting at the warmest part of you.

The snake hissed in your ear as two of his fingers entered you, the action making you arch your back. You pulled down your bra, your breasts now free and begging to be touched. He gave them both a soft kiss before moving down to where he wanted to be most.

He kissed your inner thighs, trailing heated kisses down your legs and he pulled your underwear down. “So you like the broken oness?” He reached your feet and kissed them softly. His long tongue flicked out of his mouth and licked one of your toes.

You tried pulling away but he held you tightly, “Quit teasing!” you whined and he laughed, taking one of your toes into his mouth and sucking hard. He moaned with his eyes closed, your body squirming under him as you wanted much more than just this.

He released your toe with a sloppy sucking sound, his tongue dripping with saliva as he moved to get down on his knees. “I’m starting to ssee why that losser is so obssessed with you.” He dove into you tongue first, lapping up your juices with a moan.

You quickly tugged at his ponytail, feeling him chuckle at your gesture while he stuffed his long tongue inside of you. You arched against him, feeling an intense pleasure immediately as his tongue practically danced inside of you.

You moaned deeply, feeling something you’d never felt before as he worked.

The assassin below you seemed to be enjoying himself as well as he hummed and slurped up your essence, practically shoving his face further into you. You tugged harder at his hair, “Fuck…” you sighed softly, rolling your hips against his face as his strong hands pushed your legs open even further. “How did you? I'm already-!”

He moved to suck on your clit and soon sent you over the edge, in the most blinding orgasm you’ve ever had from someone’s mouth. You sighed and scratched at his scalp as he continued, dragging yet another climax from you without mercy.

You covered your mouth and moaned in your own hand, the guttural moan that came out was almost embarrassing. As you tugged at his ponytail weakly, he got the hint and leaned back up from your soaked folds and met your lips.

You tasted yourself on his long forked tongue, “Fuck me.” You sighed though heated kisses and touches. You reached down, palming his bulge with a sigh. “Viper, please.” Your voice came out like more of a whine, your hands getting more eager and touchy.

He honestly never thought he’d even get this far, hoping what he did with his tongue and fingers would be enough. He didn’t really know how to tell you that he may not be able to follow through.

His body wasn’t normal.

He took your hand as he met your half lidded eyes. “I might not be able to.” He said with a sigh before moving away from you.

“Ssometimess, I have trouble…rising to the occasion.” He said looking away from you. You stayed quiet and waited for him to finish, a bit surprised by his sudden admission.

“My bodyss had lotss of modificationss, it'ss affected more than jusst my appearance.” He finished and looked at you through his peripheral vision, wondering what your next words would be. You smiled and sighed, “How often does it happen?”

His hand came over to hold yours, mechanical fingers intertwining with fleshy ones. “Almosst every time when I’m with someone elsse, but when I try it on mysself, I feel a little something.”

You nodded silently, his golden eyes finally met yours fully. “Maybe I’m just a pathetic loser, like your man.” You leaned over and gave him a sloppy kiss.

“Shut the fuck up and let me help.” You said and he smirked. He gestured with a nod towards his crotch, a surprise waiting for you that he didn’t warn you about completely.

You eagerly unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down with his boxers, your eyes going wide at what waited for you. “Oh, fuck.”

Your eyes were met with two thick cocks.

You hesitated at first but took one in each hand, the bases of them decorated with iridescent scales that matched the color of his hair.

“So you’re telling me neither one can-“ He stopped you with a sigh, “If you’re jusst gonna make fun of me-” he was about o pull away from you but you quickly spit on one of them and took it into your mouth. You pumped the other one in your hand, soft and flaccid, but still working to make it hard.

He looked down at you as you worked. Then at his pathetic dicks in your hand and mouth, his embarrassing appendages that had long. since stopped working.

You pumped both slicked dicks in your hand at once and moved up to his lips. “Do you think you can fuck me like he can?” Viper looked down at you curiously, his hand going to the back of your head.

“Didn’t I fucking tell you not to talk about him?” he pushed you back onto them both, stuffing your mouth full causing you to gag hard.

You could feel him getting harder in your mouth, salivating extra after knowing your plan worked. His other hand came to finger your pussy that was out in the open as you bent over his lap.

His fingers pumped into you while you sucked and salivated on his two dicks, one after the other. He felt himself getting harder, throwing his head back at the feeling of your warm mouth and throat working on him. “Lookss like you’ve got the magic touch.” He pulled you off of him by your hair, pulling you bak in for a heated and sloppy kiss. You moaned as your saliva mixed with his pre-cum dripped from your mouths. You rubbed your wet pussy against his appendages. “Lets go to his bed.” You whispered against his lips, knowing the act alone would turn him on even farther.

Viper held you down by your waist, his vicious tongue continuing to stretch you out for him. He was making such a mess of you, his saliva and your juices dripping down and leaving wet spots on the clean sheets. The idea of fucking you on his enemy’s bed fueled him even further.

He plunged a finger into your asshole, the muscles tight around it as you yelped. He went slow, adding more saliva with his tongue and looking up at you to gauge your reaction. Your eyes rolled back as he worked, his free hand leaving bruises on your soft thighs.

Another one of his robotic fingers slipped in, the gentle control he had over his mobility was surprising considering you knew what those hands did on a daily basis. The killer he usually was seemed so far away in this moment.

He pulled away finally, his cocks at full mast and ready. “We might sstill need a little, extra help.” He said as he licked his fingers.

You huffed your way over to the nightstand and quickly grabbed a bottle of lube. He silently squeezed some over his appendages from above, the clear liquid making a mess all over the bed.

You watched him stroke himself with a grunt before he leaned over you, taking your lips in a heated kiss. You took the opportunity to undo his loose ponytail, wanting to see it cascade over you as you fucked face to face.

Your legs went up for him and he lined himself up with both of your holes, “Tell me if it'ss too much pipssqueak.”

You barely registered what he had just said before he eased himself in with a harsh push. Your breath hitched in your throat, “How fucking dare you?” you said against his lips and couldn’t help but kiss his stupid smile off of his face.

He bottomed out, your arms pulling him closer by his neck, the small whimper that came from you causing him to look at you. “Doess it hurt?”

He had to stop and think for a second. Has he ever even bothered to ask anyone that before? He was never this……romantic? Even though he was asking out of common decency, he still realized he was so different with you.

You shook your head, “No, just slow down.” You instructed and he did as he was told, another thing he wasn’t used to. “And if I don’t?” he teased while leaning in and nipping at your earlobe.

He snapped his hips against you, your body arching into his movements. You met his eyes and he almost instantly regretted teasing you. His heart seemed to soften as he looked at you, “I'm kidding.” His hands gripped yours in reassurance as he kissed you, his thrusts slow and calculated.

The way his cocks filled you was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Their intensity and ability to satisfy you making your inside light up with both intrigue and pleasure. You found yourself drooling into the kiss as you squeezed him with your tight walls. He broke the kiss, burying his face in the crook if your neck, “Not gonna lasst, if you keep that up.” His voice was gravely and breathy as he picked up his pace.

You clenched down again though, a moan filling his ears as he hit your spot. “There?” His hands moved down and pushed your legs up further, his dick that was deep in your pussy hitting your spot, while the other that was in your ass adding an extra layer of pleasure.

“Vi-per..” you sang his praises as he continued, rough thrusts that increased in speed only growing wilder from your soft voice. The necklace you had gifted him dangling from his neck delicately as his hips snapped against you roughly.

You wanted more of him as you opened your eyes, his gaze fixed on you. His eyes seemed so tender as you shifted under him. “Let me get on top,” you huffed as drool seeped from the corners of your mouth. A particularly well timed roll of his hips threatened to push you right back down though, your whimper making him relent and pull away.

In this new position, he hit you deeper than ever as your hips rolled into the delicious wave that erupted all over you. “So goood,” your toes curled, your head went back as you rode him.

His body felt like it would explode at any moment. His neurons and circuits felt like they were firing all at once as the two of you met in a sweet kiss. His moans sounded simply heavenly as your tongues met. “Fuck, I think I actually like you.”

You giggled against his lips before pulling away, “I know.” You clenched down on him teasingly, holding onto his abdomen as you rode him faster, chasing your release.

Viper gripped your thighs, holding you closer to him so you wouldn’t lose your balance. The two of you held each other’s gaze as you soon found that similar feeling that finally snapped within, coming undone with whines and whimpers.

He watched as you bit your bottom lip, a deep moan surpressed as your eyes went wide. You practically shook as he continued quick thrusts, pushing you into another one along with the pleasure his dick was giving in your rear.

“Can I-?” he huffed and you nodded frantically. “Don’t even fucking ask Viper”

He hissed deeply, his hips stuttering against yours wildy with loud slaps that echoed around the room. He came inside, deep inside both your pulsating holes, his cream spilling out as he continued to push into you lazily.

His breath was heavy as he pulled you closer, giving you a much needed passionate kiss. “You’re incredible.” You sighed through kisses, praising him with words he’s s never heard before.

His heart swelled, more than he had liked and more than he’d ever admit to you. He didn’t know how to respond so he just held you close, rubbing your back to soothe and calm you down as you relaxed.

The two of you lay in each other’s arms, thinking about your next steps as your chests heaved. “It’s only a matter of time before he finds out, he'll probably kill us both.” You looked into his half lidded eyes, his hands now rubbing your rear.

“I don’t fucking care.” he sighed and kissed you on your forehead before moving away from you. His inhuman like warmth left you and you watched him get dressed. “He was always going to be the one to kill me anyway.” Viper ran his fingers through his hair and hastily tied it back up.

You got dressed as well, taking a bag and quickly stuffing some clothes and various items inside. “Guess I’ll have to move back to my place, oh and give him back this.” You took off the diamond engagement ring and tossed it on the bed, the same bed you and his enemy had just fucked in.

“Don't think we'll be riding off into the ssunsset together.” he crossed his arms over his chest and you rolled your eyes. “Very funny! Don't think for a second I need you, or him.”

The front door opened with a loud slam and the two of you jumped, hurrying to the window, the only viable escape route. Although risky, this really seemed like the only option.

“Are you fucking inssane?!” he asked as he looked down and saw just how high up the two of you were. “Obvioussly.” you teased in a mocking tone and gave him a quick kiss before grabbing his arm and leaping out of the window.

A/N: please don't fucking ask, i just need the snake.....MAKE HIM ROMANCEABLE YOU COWARDS! also the amount of spelling errors cause of how this fucking sexy freak talkss, ughhh!

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A Little Visit (Captain Kidd x Reader)

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Content Warning: nsfw, oral sex (f! receiving), kissing, masturbation

Content Description: afab!reader decides to visit Kidd in his workshop during a boring day at sea and things get physical ♡

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It had been a rather calm day at sea, especially by the standards of the Victoria Punk, which led to the Captain tinkering away in his workshop. You couldn’t deny the feelings you had for him, but his position as your Captain complicated things. It never seemed to be the right time to approach him and there was certainly never a great time to talk things over. Building up courage and resolving to take advantage of today’s uneventful opportunities, you approached his door. You hadn’t worked out what you wanted to say or if you even wanted to get into everything at this very moment, but you knew you wanted to see him and that was reason enough to indulge in your thoughts.

You knocked a few times to let him know you were coming in but you expected no response. When he was locked in on a project, there was very little that could pry him away from his tools. This time was no different but you were caught off guard a bit when you saw him draped over an indecipherable hunk of metal parts, shirtless with toned muscles and garish scars glistening from a sheen of fresh sweat. His hair was loose over his forehead as his goggles sat in their intended position over his eyes. You had to stifle a giggle when you noticed he was wearing a glove on his remaining hand which was a fashionable choice against his largely unprotected torso.

“What in the hell could you possibly be doing that requires gloves but no shirt?”, you teased, hoping he was in a playful mood so he wouldn’t kick you out.

“Like what you see sweetheart?”, he teased back and while you were grateful he played into it, the sudden red flush of your cheeks ruined your chance at a poker face.

You weren’t sure of what to say, so you shook your head and closed the door behind you. He kept on with his tools for a moment, the pink dusting across his cheeks going entirely unnoticed as he turned in a way that shielded his face from view. You took a seat on the top of one of his workbenches and glanced around at the various creations scattered about the room. Just as you picked up an articulated wrench to play with, he slid his goggles back onto his head, removed the glove, and wiped his face with a rag as he approached you.

“Alright, what in the hell d’ya need this time?”, his words were rough but you knew it was all in good fun.

“Nothing in particular…”, after putting some thought into what else to say, you let the words fall from your lips despite the fact that there was no turning back once they were said, “I suppose I just wanted to come see you.”

The mood was too perfect and the environment afforded no distractions from an interaction that needed to happen. His height was exacerbated due to your position on the table and something about being even smaller in his presence was flustering you to the point that the air in the room grew awkward. Even with his inflated ego being the size of the ship itself and his confidence being a strong contender, he struggled when it came to you. Of course he felt the same but he wasn’t really good at vocalizing intimate feelings. He was a man of action, not so much of words.

He closed the space between the two of you and rested his hands on the table at your sides, he was giving you the opportunity to take it to the next step. If you could’ve been in his position, you’d likely laugh at how nervous he was. It felt like he was a damn teenage girl and couldn’t stop himself from getting jittery. Your face was inches from his own and despite the fact that he was the notoriously violent Eustass Captain Kidd, his soft spot was on full display just for you.

“Well, I’m right here…”, his voice was much deeper, more sincere than before and seemed to be laced with hints of desire.

You leaned up and just barely brushed the tip of your nose against his. He wasn’t sure of what to do, especially considering that the very minimal physical contact was already causing him to become warm below the waist. There was a fine line between playful flirting and genuine emotional connection. This game of push and pull had gone on long enough and he knew that if things didn’t work out he’d obviously retain his position as Captain, but his worries were substantiated when considering what would happen with you. Would you be able to fall in line under him as a member of his crew after something like that? He certainly couldn’t handle you leaving, the weight of never seeing you again was too daunting to even consider as a possibility. He’d been through that once, never again. Maybe he was over complicating this whole thing.

But it didn’t matter anymore, especially not when you lifted your hands to rest on his chest. Your eyes bore into his own and provided such a sense of security that he resolved to finally press his painted lips to yours. He’d wanted to do this for so long and the feeling was surprisingly comforting. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip and wasted no time in deepening the kiss as you parted your lips for him. Your hands had made their way to his dampened hair, gently tugging to signify you needed some air.

He pulled away and admired the smears he’d left behind, splotches of his favorite shade accentuating your puffy lips. As you averted your gaze from his with a flushed face, he knew what you were thinking. He didn’t want to rush you into going all the way, especially not in this very tender moment, but he couldn’t deny that he yearned for more physical contact. Kidd placed a few kisses to your cheeks and gradually made his way to your neck. He sucked and nipped in all the right places leaving you with a warm feeling all over.

“Do you trust me?”, he whispered into your ear as he massaged the plush of your thighs.

“Of course I do, Captain.”, you shakily answered back, admiring his pleased expression as he stood up to retrieve his fuzzy coat.

He positioned the coat behind you in a way that provided you with support as he coaxed you to lay back against his workbench. He removed the goggles from his head and made sure to lock the door before devoting all of his attention back to you.

“I wanna show you how I feel about you…”, he pulled a chair up to the workbench and sat himself down, placing his hand on your hip where he began playing with the waistband of your pants.

As he gently tugged off your bottoms with ease, embarrassment began to over shadow your presence in the moment. You knew he wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t want to but it was something new that you hadn’t ever experienced with him. Kidd hadn’t even seen you without a shirt on and now he’d be seeing the most nerve wracking area a person could ever show their partner. He recognized that you were struggling with the situation and gave you a reassuring smile as he admired your mostly exposed body.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about sweetheart. I’m right here… if anything feels wrong or you wanna stop, just let me know.”, he started kissing up your legs and the anticipation of what was to come filled your mind.

He positioned each of your legs to rest over his shoulders and pressed light kisses to your sex. His teasing didn’t last long as he was becoming impatient with his own ministrations. His warm, wet tongue danced along your folds and mixed with your own slick to elicit a symphony of erotic sounds in the room. As he worked to build up your arousal, he began sucking your clit and moaned when your nails scratched at his scalp. A repetitive smacking noise began to sound from below you and when it dawned on you what was making the noise, you felt a tightness clamp in your belly. Kidd was pumping himself as he coated his senses in you. The intensity of this little visit was growing exponentially, your mind practically swimming with the realization that he was getting off on pleasuring you.

“Captain… K-Kidd…”, you moaned out to him which only riled him up further, his pace becoming audibly faster.

You could tell he was close to his own orgasm as he stabilized himself using his prosthetic on the edge on the table. You weren’t far behind, especially with his chin pressed flush against your opening, unrelentingly sucking on your most sensitive spot. When you felt him shiver under your legs, you unbuckled beneath him and came in his mouth. He peppered kisses all over your wet pussy as you rode out your high and made quick work slipping your bottoms on, pulling you into his lap to relax after such strenuous activity. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment, him turning your head to face him when your breathing stabilized.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself…”, Kidd kissed you once on the lips and playfully attacked your face with small pecks.

“You’re such a nerd.”, you teased him while resting your head on his shoulder, “I hope you enjoyed yourself, Captain.”

Just as Kidd sucked in a breath to respond, the jiggling of the door handle and loud banging on the door made you jump. You frantically began rubbing the red smudges from your mouth causing Kidd to cackle, his own disheveled appearance would give you away irregardless of your actions.

“Dinner’s ready!”, Killer’s voice yelled from outside, the locked handle telling him everything he needed to know.

“Let’s eat…”, Kid spoke, causing you to huff lightly as the two of you stood and adjusted yourselves for dinner, “Y’know princess, you could sit on my lap in the dinning hall if you want.”

“Yeah… I hear ya.”, you teased, following him out the door whilst mentally preparing yourself for the onslaught of comments awaiting you from crewmates who definitely noticed the two of you exiting his workshop together.

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