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He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, slightest fluff, cursing, physical harm mentions, lowkey little yandere obsessive hints, smut, 18+, daddy kink, sad boi Bakugou :(

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Bakugou’s been going through hell ever since the breakup. He’s been so lost without you. But he’s willing to do whatever it takes to win back his Teddy bear. Everything and anything for the love of his life.

*Everyone is of age for legal consent (which is 16 in Japan, if you are uncomfortable with it please move along, thx<3)*

A/N: Bakugou is a little OOC but the main thing in the beginning starts with fixing up Katsuki a little bit. So sorry if you don’t really enjoy it all that much<3

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Melancholy music bounces off the walls of the dark room. The river of tears that flow down his once perfect porcelain skin is everlasting. As he lays in the soft bed, staring at the ceiling, he thinks about all he could’ve done better for you. In his hand, the same framed picture of you both that he’s held onto every night ever since the horrible incident. Y/N L/N. Like a song that’s stuck on loop. It’s the only thing that runs through his mind.

The door swiftly opens, and much to his disliking, a massive amount of light now enters the former den of manliness pit of depression.

To show his displeasure, Bakugou rolled himself in the blankets, covering his entire body in them and being the picture inside with him as well. With different circumstances, Y/N would’ve thought it was cute or adorable, but it wasn’t Y/N that opened the door.

“Really Bakubro?” The blonde’s best friend spoke.

Eijirou Kirishima. The best friend of our dearest sad boy. He’s been letting his Bakubro crash in his dorm room because Katsuki refuses to clean his own. It looks exactly the same as it did on Valentine’s Day. Just a little different.

Rose petals were dead and dried up on his floors, candles were nearly melted to the bottom as they lay everywhere in the room, the curry was thankfully thrown out by Kirishima claiming that he could smell the spoiled aroma all the way from his room. But the presents, letter, and new gear stayed in the exact same spots. Bakugou didn’t feel worthy enough to be blessed with all the stuff but he was oh so desperate to be worthy. Worthy of your time, your love, and you in general.

Bakugou let out a grumbled whine of displeasure. He could feel the disappointment and concern radiating off his friend. As Katsuki poked just his face out of the covers, he was met with the expression that represented those two things.

“You can’t keep living like this bro,” Kirishima began, “You can’t keep hallowing in sadness in my room. I wanna help you, but you gotta help yourself too. Ever since you and Y/N split-“ Bakugou quickly interrupted.

“We didn’t split, she left me!” The blonde cried.

“...Right, okay. Well ever since Y/N left you, you’re not the same. You stay in here, playing the same damn sad tunes, covering yourself in my blankets, crying all day, and holding onto that picture! You haven’t even been to class or training! Shit man, you don’t even come out of my room to eat food! I gotta bring your plate here just to make sure that you’re properly fed. You’re a mess Bakugou. And not even the hot kind!” His best friend was right. He was a mess. And not even the hot kind.

“Well what the hell am I supposed to do shitty hair?” Bakugou said while dragging the covers over his face once more. Inside the blanket he held onto the picture as if it were actually you.

The fake red head snatched the covers off of his friend’s body and forced him up.

The said friend didn’t take too kindly to that and growled in displeasure.

“What the fuck Kirishima,” Bakugou said, a little to calm and chilling.

“Dont give me that bull Katsuki. You gotta get her back. I would say move on, but it’s clear you can’t.” Kirishima said while rolling his eyes.

Bakugou mirrored the action and said “yea no shit genius. I can’t and won’t move on.”

“So then go get her man!” Kirishima yelled

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Huh?!” Bakugou was so confused. In what way was it going to be possible to win you back?

“Figure it out! Look Bakugou, I’ll be here to help you along the way, but you gotta figure this shit out on your own. This is your relationship here, if you want it as bad as you claim you do then prove it. You want Y/N back? Then fight for her, idiot!” The blonde’s eyes seemed to go wide.

Two words stuck out to Katsuki during his friend’s little speech. Prove it. Fuck yeah he will! He’ll prove to the whole damn universe how much he wants you back. More importantly, he’ll prove it to you and win you back.

The iconic Bakugou smirk reappeared on Katsuki’s face. Kirishima took it as a good sign. “Alright shitty hair, you want me to prove how badly I want Y/N back. FINE!” The two friends pulled the iconic bro hug to seal the deal.

(You know? That shit that guys do where they high five and pull each other in with that one hand for the quickest hug and pat each other on the back? You know what I’m talking about.)

“Welcome back Katsuki.” Kirishima gladly stated. “Now get the fuck out of my room man, I’m sick of sleeping on the common room couches and you reek. Take a shower. And get your own clothes from your own room.”

As Kirishima pushed him out into the hallway and shut the door, it hit Bakugou like a bus. This would be Katsuki’s first challenge. Going back into the room filled with the torn love.

As Katsuki opened the door holding onto the picture, he felt his heart sink. He saw the damage. Melted candles, dried petals, the gifts and letter. Even the nasty smell of the spoiled curry still remained. As Katsuki gathered the courage to walk in and place the picture on the messy nightstand, it’s like the room was holding onto some sad emotions. Heartache and regret filled Katsuki’s chest. He couldn’t believe how fast it happened. He thought he would at least have a minute or two before he felt the pain again. Man, did it hurt like hell.

Katsuki dashed to his closet grabbing the first things he saw. He grabbed his shower container that held all his soaps and cleaning utensils and ran out the room, shutting the door. Once out, he let out a breath of relief.

“...after I clean myself up, the room’s next.” Katsuki said with determination as he walked towards the boy’s community showers and bath house.

When the hot water hit his skin, he felt a sense of calm. It wasn’t the same as the warmth of Kirishima’s blankets. It was better. The water and hot steam completely engulfed him in relaxation. The water washed away not only the dirt and grime, but also some of the tense feelings. For a moment, he felt at ease.

As Katsuki walked out the bathing area now fully clothed and dried, he made his way back to his room. He stood there, staring at the knob until he felt he was ready. Once he opened the door, the emotions hit him once again. Like a wave of sadness washed over his entire body. Finally, he stepped in.

First things first. Open up these windows. Let out that disgusting air filled with spoiled curry and sad emotions. When Katsuki took a breath a fresh air, he felt so alive. Much better than he has in days.

Now, we gotta move stuff. Katsuki picked up his dirty laundry and put it in his closet to wash later. He moved all his presents up off the floor and onto the bed. He swepted all the dead petals and toss them in his trash can. He threw out all the ruined candles and sprayed the room with air fresheners. He fixed up his bed and placed the picture frame back on his now cleaned nightstand. Next to it, a lit candle that smelled of caramel.

Katsuki took a seat at his desk. He was back to thinking about Y/N and all that he could do to win her back. As he checked his clock, he realized just how late it was. Kirishima came back to him at the end of class and training which was around 6. He spent an hour talking to Katsuki, and then Katsuki spent 4 hours cleaning himself and his room. It was 11:00 now. Way past his usual bed time. He’ll figure things out in the morning.

Katsuki smiled to himself as he layed in his own bed. He was finally on the right track again and one step closer to getting his teddy bear back. He turned to the picture frame, and grabbed onto it, hugging it while he slept. Katsuki was getting better but he wasn’t whole again. He needed Y/N to help him sleep alright, so holding the picture at night will have to do. He couldn’t wait till he woke up in the morning. Tomorrow he had school, he’ll get to see Y/N’s beautiful face for the first time in awhile, but before that, you bet your ass he’s waking up extra early to come up with a plan.

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The next morning

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

The blonde smacked his alarm button before he rose up and stretched his body. Today was the day. He’s gets to see Y/N again. Bakugou just sits in place staring at nothing. Just taking 2 minutes to regain full consciousness. Once he’s set, he’s up and getting ready. It’s 4 in the morning now, so he begins to strategize.

Katsuki is pulling out easels and white boards. Pulling out notebooks and writing down facts. What Y/N is interested in, her favorite hobbies and foods, where she likes to spend her time, what she could need help with that Bakugou could assist her with. He’s also writing down the highlights of their relationship and what she seemed to enjoy best about him. He’ll be keeping that as a reference for when he needs to reassess on how he should treat her better. He will do better this time. That’s a promise to himself and you.

After half an hour of slightly struggling, he reaches out for help. Now at 4:30 a.m, here was the blonde knocking at his best friend’s door.

Rock music is blasting, sweat is flying everywhere and punches are being thrown at a hero. Not just any hero, Crimson Riot! As Kirishima continues to spar with his idol, he’s interrupted by a banging sound.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

“The hell?” The younger red head says. Soon his idol began to fade away.

“Crimson Riot! Hey are you okay sir?!” But it was too late, the man was gone. Now the whole room was waving around. Did Kirishima accidentally mistake his giant jug of water for vodka or something? Soon he was left in nothing but a black abyss. And then....he fell!

“Shitty hair.....Ei....KIRISHIMA!”

“AH!” The red head screamed as he shot up from the bed, head-butting his best friend right then and there. Great, a perfect dream. Ruined.

“Ah, shit!” Bakugou said in pain as he held his now throbbing forehead. “What the fuck?”

“That’s my line Bakugou,” the red head sighed, “Did you break into my room? Jeez man, what the fuck? What are you doing here at.....4:38 a.m?!?!? DUDE!”

“I know, my bad okay? But..I could use some help.” Bakugou whispered the last part so Kirishima had no idea what this man just said.

“What bro?” Kirishima asked.

“I said....I could use some help.” The blonde repeated.

“C’mon man, you’re gonna have to speak u-“

“I need your help, alright?!” Bakugou finally said. Kirishima sighed. His bro really couldn’t wait until later?

“Bakugou, you know I’m always down to help you out but this is too early man. Can we just-“ the blonde quickly added on to what he was previously saying.

“Please.”

Kirishima’s eyes shot open after he closed them to drift off back to sleep. Did the Katsuki Bakugou just ask for help by saying please? This must be extremely important.

“......alright. You got me, I’m up. But if I’m gonna be up at 4 in the morning, others are gonna be helping us too.” Kirishima bargained.

“But-“ Kirishima cut him off

“But nothing. Besides, I’m drowsy in the morning so I wouldn’t really focus all that well. And we’re just going to the people we can trust.” The red head explained.

“Fine.” The blonde gave in. So there they went, gathering the other members of the Bakusquad (minus Y/N) to help Bakugou win back his girl.

As the 4 sleepy heads sat down on Bakugou’s floor infront of the whiteboard he wrote on, The blonde began to explain some of his plans.

“So I was thinking of treating her real nice all day until she takes me back and we become friends again, eventually leading to our relationship, but then I realized she’d be into a fake me and we all know I can’t pull the nice guy act forever. Then I thought I’d spoil her with all of the things she desires, but money can’t buy you love. So I thought I could-“ Katsuki quickly noticed the long period of silence other than his voice.

There, were his 4 friends sleeping in a dog pile in the middle of his dorm room floor, completely ignoring everything he’s been saying.

Bakugou sighed and grabbed a small “heroes weekly” issue sitting on his desk, rolled it up, and wacked his friends in their heads.

“You idiots...WAKE THE FUCK UP!” Ahh, welcome back Gremlin Bakugou.

As his friends came back from the dead, they all complained.

“Aww c’mon Bakugou. We’ve been at this for an hour already, it’s 5:40.” Sero said while yawning.

“I don’t care. You idiots offered to help so here you are.” Bakugou said while turning to face the board again.

“We didn’t offer shit!” The bakusquad simultaneously replied.

Mina let out a groan while rubbing her eyes open, “Look Bakugou. We really want you and Y/N to be happy together, we really do, but maybe it’s for the best if you guys don-“ Mina was cut off by Denki slapping his hand over her mouth.

As she looked at her electric friend, she saw a nervous expression on his face. She followed his gaze and saw the back of an angry and almost insane looking and shaking Bakugou.

Hearing Mina say that he should let Y/N go triggered something in his brain. But hearing her say they wanted the couple back together enlightened him too. His mind got the two mixed up.

‘Everyone wants us back together. Not just me. So...then we are back together. Yeah. Y/N is still mine’ the now insane blonde thought to himself.

“....Ok well, time to go, get some sleep, see you idiots in the morning!” Bakugou said while pushing the group out of his room. Once they made it over the threshold, he slammed the door.

With an insane plan in mind, Bakugou checked the time and saw he could take at least a good hour long nap before he had to get ready to leave for school. And that’s exactly what he did. So he jumped into the covers, grabbing onto the picture and drifted off into sleep.

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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

Bakugou’s alarm rang once more, and again, he slammed it shut. He stretched, got up outta bed and changed into his uniform. That power nap really well rested him, but it also must’ve fucked up his brain even more.

‘And now it’s time to go see my beautiful girlfriend,’ he thought to himself.

After Mina’s comments last night, it hit Bakugou with a great realization. Everyone wanted him and Y/N back together. Not just him. So why not give everybody what they want? Sure maybe Y/N might not completely want it but she’ll learn how to love Bakugou again. Everyone’s happy. And so, Bakugou was convinced that him and Y/N were back together.

At breakfast, Bakugou ran down to already see the Squad up and eating.

“Why the hell do you losers look like death?” He asked while grabbing a cup for his orange juice.

“Well we were all trying to sleep, but after what happened this morning, we couldn’t.” Mina explained.

“What happened this morning? There was nothing big except you guys helping me out.” Kirishima really couldn’t believe it. Had his dear friend not even notice his weird ass trigger moment earlier?

“Alright whatever. Anyway, wheres Y/N?” Bakugou asked after he finished his cup.

“Oh, she just left. She had an early breakfast and went for a quick walk.” Mina said.

“You planning on talking to her today Kacchan?” Denki questioned him.

“You damn Spark Plug, of course I’m gonna talk to my girlfriend today. Fucking idiot.” He said as he grabbed his bag and walked out the kitchen.

“.........Huh?” The entire squad was left in confusion.

‘Had they gotten back together this morning? Did she really accept him back that fast? What the fuck is going on?’ They all thought.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?” Kaminari cried out as he pulled at and scruffled his hair in confusion.

Ah Denki. Always saying what everyone is thinking but the only one ballsy enough to idiotically say it aloud.

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As she walked to class, Y/N hummed a little song to herself. She enjoyed her walk as it helped clear her mind from all the recent events. Her breakup with Bakugou really took a toll on her. They were together for almost 2 years (EVER SINCE JUNIOR HIGH) so of course the split hit her hard. He accused her of cheating and burned her. So much for trust, right? Not only that, but the burn left a tiny scar. Usually, due to you having a regeneration ability as part of your quirk, Phoenix, the scar should’ve healed up. Maybe the emotional damage caused it to permanently mark itself in you. Oh well, whats done is done. And now it’s time for class.

When you walked though the door, you were expecting a normal day. Ever since the split, you usually got their a lot earlier before anyone else so you could sit, do a little reading, sketch out a little drawing, or just rest your eyes until the bell rang. Except this time, when you opened the door, someone jumped on you for a hug.

“Babe! There you are you little dumbass. Jeez, I was looking for you everywhere.” Bakugou said as he let go of the hug. “I’ve missed you, haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“Uhm, you said babe??” You spoke with a confused and shocked voice.

“Yeah, I called you babe? So what? We always call each other that. You are my girlfriend after all.” He said so casually as he walked to his seat.

THISMANSAIDWHAATTT

“Uh, Bakugou-“

“Katsuki.” He deadpanned.

“Bakugou, we broke up.” You stated while walking up to him.

“Mm...no we didn’t.” He once again so casually said.

“Wha- I- we- you-....HUH?!” You stuttered out.

“Y/N-“

“L/N!” You corrected.

“Y/N. We didn’t break up you dummy, we only had a little set back and that’s fine. All couples do. But thankfully you forgave me and we’ve moved past it,” he began as he pulled you into his lap, “besides, everyone wants us back together including us so why not make it easier for everyone.”

You began stuttering out none sense right there on his lap. You were in such shock and utter disbelief that he said all that bullshit. Well maybe he was right about one thing. Everyone did want you guys back together, including you both, but that’s besides the point! Y’all broke up! He needs to accept it.

“Baku- no- I- we-“ and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

And for some reason, you didn’t push him away. Granted you didn’t accept it either, but you slowly melted into it. The kiss was passionate and slow. It wasn’t sloppy, it was very controlled, but it was just a lotta lip and tongue. The whole thing sent butterflies to your heart and stomach. Oh how you missed moments like these with Katsuki.

He readjusted you on his lap so that you were now straddling him. His hands travelled down to your ass as he gave it a nice squeeze, one that made you moan into the kiss. Your arms went straight to his neck to pull him in for more and he took it as an invitation to start. The kiss began to get a little rougher. More tongue and teeth, both of you extremely desperate for the touch from one another. With your cunt pressed onto his crotch, he slowly thrusted up into you as you grinded down slowly on him. You both started breathing heavier and letting out little whimpers of ecstasy. He could probably feel your now soaked panties. One hand left your ass and came around to the front. He pressed on your soaked pussy through your damp underwear and it caused shutters to go through your entire body.

You began pressing down into his hand, desperate for more friction and Bakugou noticed. He moved your panties to the side and slipped in one finger. This was rewarded with a louder moan that caused Katsuki to smile into the kiss. He knew you and your body so well. He was determined to treat you right and get you to fall for him one more time. As his finger felt around your velvet walls, he slipped in another one, receiving an even louder cry of pleasure. You broke off from the kiss to throw your head back. Katsuki saw this as an opportunity to attack your neck. To mark you up and let everyone know you still belonged to him.

“K-Katsuki. Don’t...don’t stop,” you panted.

“I won’t princess, I’ll take care of you.” He smiled.

Without warning, he shoved in 2 more fingers. You were so loud and Bakugou was so proud. You were gonna let everyone know what’s happening and he was excited.

He lifted his head to whisper into your ear as you continued to moan and sigh.

“Well aren’t you just a little slut. You want everyone to know how well daddy takes care of you? You want them to hear you scream in pleasure?” His words went straight to your cunt that was now welcoming in his 5th and final finger. Completely fisting you now, you let out loud cries.

“S-uki, .....ah, AH YES! Mm, s’too much!” You cried out. You couldn’t help it, you loved him. You knew you did. Even though what he did was wrong, your body took over and your mind turned off. You fully succumbed to his wishes.

You let your feet hit the ground to stand yourself up a little bit and fall down onto his fist, meeting the thrust of his hand moving in and out of you. Watching the show, Katsuki couldn’t help but stare in delight. His hard on growing bigger and bigger each second as he bit his lip to hold back his sounds. Watching you bounce on just his fist did something to him and brought out a feral beast. He snapped.

He pulled his fist out of your aching pussy and sat you down on his desk. He stood up infront of you and tore your delicate panties off.

“Katsuki-“ you were silenced with a smack to your ass

“That’s not my name, teddy bear. C’mon now, you know exactly what I wanna hear.” He said while caressing your thighs.

“..Yes daddy.” You bashfully said.

With a kiss to your cheek he praised you.

“Good girl.” As he began to unbuckle his belt, you looked around the classroom.

“D-daddy. Someone’s gonna see!” You cautiously stated.

Katsuki reassured you with a kiss to your lips, “We’ll be fine princess, I promise,” he said while placing his tip at your entrance. You whimpered at the thought of him inside you again, it’s been so long. You were almost nervous. That is until Katsuki place a finger under your chin so you could face him in his eyes.

“I’m gonna take care of you, so don’t worry.” And with that you slowly nodded. And he finally began to press into you.

With just his tip in, you let out a breathy moan. He was bigger than you remembered. He kept pressing and pressing until he was fully inside your warm and tight hole. You both let out a moan at the feeling of each other.

“Daddy, please move.” And he did as he was told. With a steady pace set, he thrusted himself in and out of you. Both of you moaning louder every second. While you were enveloped in the euphoric feeling, Katsuki was struggling to hold back the beast inside of him. That is until you came up to his ear.

“Fuck me like you mean it, daddy. I won’t break, I promise.” You said in his ear and Katsuki swore he could hear your smirk. Gripping your ass and continuing his pace he spoke.

“Don’t be mad when you can’t walk for the next week,” he smirked. With that, he slammed himself deeper, harder, and faster inside of you. His tip hitting your cervix. You let our screams of pure pleasure and he did the same.

“Oh yesss...shit daddy..so big..”

“F-fuck! Oh you like that? Yeah princess? ...oh shit baby your pussy takes me so well. Y-Yeah, your tight little cunt takes this big cock so fucking well,” he moved faster inside, exploring you completely. His hands went straight to your shirt and and ripped it open. You had a few buttons fly everywhere, but you didn’t care. He pushed your bra up and let one of your mounds fall into his hand. He squeezed it tight to release a generous moan from you. He then dove into the valley of breast to mark your chest. You held onto the back of his head and tugged at his hair and he growled at he feeling, enjoying every second of it.

“Oh yess princess just like that. S-shit. Oh fuck yes...oh you’re mine,” he went deeper inside as he spoke.

“Fuck! Daddy yes! Right t-there! Oh my god..yess,” you cried out.

“Can you feel that. Oh fuck, can you feel my dick in your gut?” He moaned out. Katsuki went to grip the edge of his desk as you kept your hold around his neck, causing him to somehow move faster. He went up to taste your lips once more

“I love you....so much princess...you hear me...Mm, your mine,” he said between kisses and ended with a smack to your now red ass.

His words had you squeezing his cock. He knew what was coming.

“Aww, is princess gonna cum? You gonna cum on daddy’s dick?” He teased.

“Mm...p-please daddy. Please let me cum,” you said while throwing your head back. Katsuki only smirked at this.

“Not yet~” he pulled out of you, leaving you a whiny mess.

“N-no! Daddy please! Please let me finish,” you said while holding onto his shoulders, inches away from his face, pressing your chest to his. Your words caused his “little” friend to grow even harder and Katsuki only smirked and looked down at you.

“Dont worry teddy bear, Daddy’s not done with you yet.” He yanked you off the desk and pressed you down onto it, with your chest to the desk. Then he slammed back into you, returning to the fast pace again.

“Fuck yeah..oh god look at this ass. Nice and round, all red for me,” he said while pounding into you.

He gave your ass a good few smacks, countered with a thrust each harder than the last before going to lay his chest on top of you to whisper in your ear.

“You wanna be a good girl for daddy? Huh, teddy bear?” He asked.

“Mmm, yes! Yes I’ll be good, just please!” You cried out. He reached his hand over to rub on your clit. Your body began to shake with pleasure.

“Then cum with me.....NOW,” he said, and that was all it took for you to release the white liquid. As you came you could feel his hot release filling you up to the brim. He cried out in pure pleasure while you did the same.

You both stayed in that position for a bit, and you could feel the mixture of both your release dripping down your inner thighs. Soon, you felt Katsuki lower himself to kiss your neck.

“You did so good princess.” He calmly said to you. It was relieving, and you loved the sound of his voice, but you couldn’t help but feel a little off at this whole ordeal.

Katsuki pulled out of you and watched how his cum covered and filled your entire pussy. He smiled at the sight and went to grabbed some tissue on Aizawa’s desk to clean you and himself up.

He tucked himself back into his pants and you rebuttoned your shirt the best you could and flipped your skirt back down. Since Katsuki tore your panties you’d have to go commando at least until you got back to your room. You watched as Katsuki went to throw away the tissues and your torn underwear into the trash can. When he made his way back to you, he held you in his arms and attempted to kiss you. But you turned away.

“Hey teddy be-“

“No, Katsuki. Please don’t call me that.” You said while looking down. Katsuki felt his heart hurt a little. You’re always gonna be his teddy bear, why would he ever stop calling you that?

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked you.

“Us. This. Katsuki, what happened today should not have happened.” You said

“What?” He was so confused and a little hurt.

As tears start to fill your eyes, you did everything you could to not let them fall. “Suki, we broke up. You accused me of cheating, you burned me! So for us to come in here and just have sex like nothing happened is wrong.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry for what happened. Seriously, after what I did it destroyed me. But please listen, I lov-“ you cut him off again.

“I know!.....I know you do Katsuki.....and I love you too Suki. So much,” this brought a smile to his face. A true, genuine smile that you loved so dearly.

“But I’m scared.” You added on. This made Katsuki’s smile drop, worry and concern fill his eyes.

“Of what exactly?” He asked you while gently holding onto your hand.

“.....You.” This shocked him. His own teddy bear feared him. Heartbreaking.

“I’m scared of the lack of trust that you have for me. And not only that, but your quirk too. Katsuki I know you’re one of the best students here at UA, but I know you’re emotions can get out of hand too. It’s clear that when you’re not in control of your feelings, your quirk can lash out. The evidence is right here,” you turned you arm that he was holding to show him the scar he left on you.

Now this really hurt Katsuki. He loved marking you with his love, not with his anger. The fact that he did that to you sent his mind into a frenzy. Until he felt your touch on his cheek.

Holding onto his cheek with your soft hands, you spoke reassuring words. “Katsuki, you were right about two things. I do want us to be together again and I do forgive you,” and with that, Katsuki leaned into your touch. Holding onto your hand that held his face, he released a single tear he didn’t know he was holding and closed his eyes in relief and satisfaction.

“But I can’t be with you again.” Your words caused him to open his eyes and stare at you in shock and fear. “At least...not yet.”

Whew, his heart rate went back down. Oh the rollar coaster of emotions this poor boy was currently on.

“Yet?” He asked hopefully.

“Suki, I’m still trying to fix myself, and it’s clear that you need to fix yourself too. I really want to be with you, but we both need time to grow for each other. I can’t leave you. I know for sure that in my heart, you’re always gonna be the one I run back to, but I don’t want to run back to someone who could possibly hurt me again. I want to come back to you knowing that when we are together again, our relationship is secured.” You explained.

A silence filled the air. You both stared at each other for what felt like forever. Nobody else in the world. Just you and him. He then pulled you in for a tight hug. As he held onto you, you could feel hot tears hitting your shoulder, and quiet sobs left his voice along with a hitched breath every now and then. Katsuki was crying.

“....I promise you. I’m gonna get better for you. I’m gonna be worthy of you and your love and it’ll stay that way for the rest of our lives. You and me. Together. Im gonna do whatever it takes to get you back and I won’t stop at anything until you’re mine again. I swear I’ll treat you better than I ever did before. As long as I know that you’re coming back to me and me only, I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes teddy bear.” He said into your neck with his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“I know you will Suki. And I promise I won’t make you wait too long.” You said while hugging him back.

“You better not.” The blonde said.

“Don’t forget though, I’m always yours. And just yours.” You reassured him.

“......Can we at least make this a little easier for me and say we didn’t split. We’re just on a break. A small break?” He said, now looking directly in your eyes while still holding onto you.

You put his worries at ease with your gentle smile. “The smallest break, Suki.” You softly laughed as you both went back in for another hug.

“........I like it better when you call me daddy,” the damn devil said while smiling.

“Shut up you horny idiot.” You chuckled.

‘I can’t wait to be yours again,’ you both thought

You both stayed there in each other’s embraces until the world faded away. It was just you and him. Together. You were both no longer lost. You weren’t at your destination yet, but you were on the right tracks. One step closer to each other. One step closer to love.

A/N: There’s still a little more I wanna add to the story, so there will be a part 3 to close this little short story. Sorry if there were any spelling mistakes. Thank you guys so much for the love and support. As a new writer I never expected to grow so quickly so I truly love each and every one of you bear cubs! Sorry this was so long, I hope you enjoyed! 💗🧸

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imnotusedtobeingloved · 4 years ago

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DESTINY IS A FUNNY THING

Warnings: Blood/Gore. Wounds.

Pairing: Zuko x firebender!fem!Reader

Characters: Zuko, Uncle Iroh, Jet, Avatar Aang (mentioned)

Requested: No.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the gif. Credit to the owners.

Summary: You’re trying to find some food for the Team, when you encounter a furious Freedom Fighter.

It was a quiet evening as you strolled through the streets of Ba Sing Se.

You'd joined Team Avatar only a few weeks ago, doing your best to integrate yourself into their group. Which, other than helping the Avatar, also meant cooking, cleaning and finding food. You were tasked with the latter. The gaang hadn't been able to visit the market earlier, due to searching for someone who could produce posters, hoping to get any tips on the whereabouts of Appa. So now, with the money Toph had collected on her hunts, you were searching for something to fill your stomachs. You hadn't eaten all day.

Most shops were already closed by this time The only house that still had the lights on in this part of town, seemed to be a small restaurant. You tried to read the menu that was hung up next to the entrance, but the paper was so crinkled and the letters so washed out that you couldn't quite decipher what it said. You sighed. Some light would be really useful right now. There was only one solution.

You looked around warily, checking the streets five times, before you produced a tiny flame in your palm, reading over every offer as quick as possible. The fire disappeared when you were through. Unsure you counted the money in your pocket, biting your bottom lip. The prices were pretty high. Almost too high. You'd have nearly nothing left if you purchased your food here. You mulled over it for a few minutes, not realizing that someone had stepped up behind you.

"What do we have here?" You jumped, turning around quickly and coming face to face with a broad chest. Looking up, black eyes stared back at you. The boys face was narrow, framed by a mop of brown hair, and a blade of wheat grass hanged out of his mouth. "What do you want from me?" You asked, stepping back, until your back was pressed into the wall behind you. "You're one of them," he said, wielding a hooked sword in both of his hands. "You're one of those fire benders!" He lashed out, the hook grazing your skin as you tried to roll out of their range. "Ugh!" You groaned at the sight of a nasty slash in your shoulder. Yes, you were from the Fire Nation, and yes, you were able to bend fire, but you had never experienced that much training in combat. You knew how to defend yourself properly, yet you didn't succumb to the illusion that you were an exceptionally good fighter. You really just tried not to get your face cut off. And to your despair, this young man seemed to be especially good at what he was doing.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" You said, trying to talk your way out of it. He chuckled. "Nice try. But I saw you use your powers," he answered with a growl, hunting you mercilessly. So you did the only thing you could to survive. Run. You had no weapons, but yourself. And you couldn't use your fire once again. Your heart pumped wildly in your chest as your lungs started to burn. He didn't slow down even when you made it to a more crowded part of town, pushing people out of his way to get to you, and screaming at them to hold you off. You tried to get as many obstacles as possible between you and him. But his legs were longer than yours, making it easy to catch up with you. A small tea shop ahead of you caught your eye, seeming lively inside.

You'd almost reached the door.

Almost made it.

Then you felt the tips of two sharp hooks slash trough your back, ripping the skin. A toe curling scream left your mouth. Dizzy, you stumbled out of reach again as best as you could. All eyes were on you, when you tumbled trough the door of the shop. "I'm sorry," you mumbled, dots clouding your sight. "I didn't know where else to go," Your knees gave out, blood slowly trickling out of your wounds. "They're fire benders!" Was the last thing that distantly reached your ears, together with the picture of an old man, leaning over you with a worried expression on his face. Then you were gone.

The next time you came anywhere near to conciousness again, you felt sick. You were lying on your stomach. Soft blankets and pillows were tucked under your body. And when you tried to move, you registered the texture of bandages on your shoulder and back. "Careful now," a soothing voice scolded softly. "Wouldn't want those wounds to open up again," A groan left your mouth when you finally managed to open your eyes. Once again, the face of an old man greeted you. The same old man. "Who are you?" you mumbled. "And where am I?" The man smiled, his friendly eyes glimmering in the sunlight. "My name is Mushi," he placed a small cup of tea next to you. "You're in our home. We brought you here after you collapsed in the tea shop, remember?" You nodded. Right. You remembered bits and pieces briefly, but you couldn't piece them all together. And then he came to mind. "Wha- what's with that guy, who-" "Don't worry about it," Mushi interrupted. "My nephew, Lee, took care of him. He's behind bars for now," You hummed, settling down a bit. It didn't take long before the others popped up in your mind.

You wondered if they were worried. If they cared. But you had to get back to them either way. "I have to get back to my..." you searched for the right word. "Family. I bet they're worried because I didn't come back last night," Mushi nodded, running a hand through his beard. "I understand," he stood up from your bedside, preparing another teapot as you sipped on your cup. It had just the right temperature and the rich jasmine flavor invaded your mouth. You smiled. "My favorite...," It was true. It really was your favorite. It reminded you of your home. Of quiet mornings spend with your grown ups, laughing at each others jokes. But those days were over. The war had claimed it all.

Mushi's light chuckle disturbed your thoughts. "It's my nephew's favorite as well," You hummed, staring down at the cup. “You know, you never told me your name,” He said, looking at you over his shoulder. “It’s (Y/N),” you stated, taking another sip and moving to sit up. “Thank you for taking care of me, Mushi. But i need to leave no- aargh!” You groaned loudly falling back onto your stomach. “Careful!” The door to your right opened. “What’s going on here?” A young man entered the room. He wore the simple clothes of a commoner, an apron loosely hanging from his arm. This must be Lee, you thought trying to stay still as the pain subsided. When you looked up at him, the first thing you were greeted by was the large burn around his eye, like flames woven into his skin. You flinched under his gaze. You couldn’t help but wonder if the scar had been from an encounter with a fire bender. Your Nation truly left it’s marks everywhere. “She’s still to weak to get up,” Mushi answered him, walking over to you. “I’m afraid you’ll have to stay here a little longer,” You sighed. This was a disaster.

You had to admit, this was definetely not how you had imagined your life to go, after joining the Avatar. You weren’t even around him for the next two weeks. The slash on your shoulder healed just fine and it didn’t bother you as much. Though your back was an entirely different story. You had to heavily rely on Mushi and Lee when it came to the wound. Bandaging or applying lotion to it was impossible without having someone to help. In the beginning Mushi was the one who primarily cared for you. Lee, on the other hand, didn’t bother to come near you. And why would he? You were just some strange girl that tumbled into a tea shop, covered in blood. The few times he did come in to get himself some tea, were spend in uncomfortable silence. At least on your behalf. Maybe he didn’t even care. Days went by without him even glancing at you, but one time he did. He directly stared at you to be more specific. “So, was he right?” he said, leaning against the counter behind him. “What?” you blurted out, confused that he bothered to speak with you. “The boy. Was he right? Are you a fire bender?” You swallowed heavily, lowering your gaze to his chest. “Don’t be ridiculous,” the lie didn’t leave your lips as smoothly as you hoped it would. “Of course not,” He narrowed his eyes. They're fire benders!, you faintly remembered the boy’s scream before you passed out. “What about you?” you retorted in the same demeanor. “Are you a fire bender?” Lee scoffed, reaching for two cups and filling them to the brim. “Of course not,” he imitated you, before handing you one of them. “Thank you,” you grinned, getting less tense around him. It earned you a short nod. That was the first time you two shared a real interaction.

The second time was more out of nessisity. Mushi was out at work for days, often taking no breaks, too caught up in his newest business. The Jasmine Dragon. Which left you at Lee’s mercy in the bandaging department. Luckily you were fit enough to sit up by now, crossing your legs, almost pain-free. Where silence was first unpleasant, it now had become a peaceful ritual for the both of you. Lee applied the lotion to your back, before you both worked to secure the bandage. You weren’t sure if he would talk to you, but you had a question burning in the back of your throat. “Lee?” He was clearly concentrated on the bandage, but you got some kind of acknowledgement. “Hm?” You nibbled on your bottom lip, unsure of how to phrase the words. “Have you ever felt... alone?” You’d joined Team Avatar, and yet you never felt more alone than before. “Like... not lonely but just-” “Yes,” he interfered and a few moments of silence passed. “I have. Sometimes i still do,” You played with your fingers in your lap, feeling him making a knot into the material to keep it together. “You know, i thought things would change,” you confessed. “I thought i’d found the right place. The right people. But now i realize that maybe i was wrong. Maybe it was all just a big mistake and i made the wrong choice once again,” you trailed off. “Does that make sense?” The question must’ve been written all over your face when you turned around. To your surprise he didn’t show the indifferent expression he wore around you all day. Now there was something more. Something softer. Sweeter. “It does, believe me. I know that feeling better than anyone,” His amber eyes seemed far away, lost somewhere between memories and dreams. Despite the nasty scar on his face, he was striking in his own way. Maybe particularily because of this scar. It showed his true spirit. Perhaps he was more of a fighter than he led on.

Over the following days, your healing made a promising progress. And so did your relationship with Lee. You’d never thought you’d feel affection for the boy, but here you were, sitting next to each other and sharing a platter of food. He hid an amazing sense of humor behind his shell and a gentle heart was buried under his armour. Another thing that had caught your attention was that Mushi seemed to leave for urgend business at the strangest of times, continuously leaving you by yourselves. But you choose not to think to much about it.

“You’ll get a stomach ache if you continue stuffing your mouth like that,” Right. What was it you found attractive about him again? “Shut up,” you laughed, pointing to his side of the plate. He had gobbled that dish up just as much as you did. ‘Guilty’ was written all over his forehead.

You focused your attention on the food, but looked back up when he was staring at you. You were surprised that he didn’t have a comeback. That was rare.

“Is everything okay? I’m sorry if that was-”

“Can i kiss you?” your eyes widened. “What?” your mouth was, once again, faster than your brain. Unfazed, Lee leaned in, waiting for you to do the same. Your lips met in the middle. Gently. Only brushing each other slightly, like a summer-breeze. He tasted bittersweet.

A few seconds passed until he placed his hands on your cheeks, carefully guiding the movements. He felt warm and safe. Like the pleasure of a close flame in the bitter cold. After a while, you reluctantly pulled apart, needing a few seconds to open your eyes. And when you did, you were filled with joy. Joy and regret. Your smile died on your lips as you remembered who you really where. “What’s wrong?” he said, pulling you into his side.

“I have to tell you something,” you started, furrowing your brows. You had to. Even at the risk that he would hate you afterwards. In time he had confided in you with some of his past, making you aware about his mark. He’d gotten it from a fire bender, just like you’d suspected. And it made you feel like a horrible person. So you took a deep breath. “I lied to you, Lee. I am a fire bender. I fled the Fire Nation because i wanted to start a new life,” You searched his face for a reaction, but it was empty. Just like it had been in the beginning. You held your breath when he finally opened his mouth to say something.

“I guess... i should tell you that i’m-” His Uncle burst into the room. “I have amazing news, everyone!” he exclaimed, a big smile gracing his face. “ We’ve been invited to serve tea to the Earth King!” Lee and you pulled apart, the atmosphere tense, but you both put on a grin for Mushi. “That’s amazing news, Uncle,”

And it was. You accompanied them the next day, knowing it would probably be the last you’d spend together. Your wounds were healed enough to walk again and didn’t affect your movements anymore. Which meant you would leave to go back to your family. Or... more like your companions. But honestly, you didn’t even know if you could call them that. You hadn’t been part of their group for long before you disappeared and you hadn’t heard from each other since.

Not to mention that, deep in your heart you knew, you didn’t really want to leave. The burden hung heavy over your head, but you choose to make this last day worth it. And if it was just to see a smile on Mushi’s face. “Many times i imagined myself here. At the threshold of the palace,” the man stated, as you climbed out of your carriage. “We are the Earth King’s personal guests, here to serve him tea. Destiny is a funny thing,” he rambled on, but you and Lee gladly listened. “It sure is, Uncle,” The atmosphere between the two of you remained awkward after you’d revealed your secret, but he didn’t seem to be averse. He still talked to you. The problem was that he wanted to talk about anything but your confession. Any time you came close to bringing it up, he bailed. And you wanted to know why.

It took a while until you reached the room where the Earth King would welcome you. Or rather, welcome them. You choose to stay outside. “Don’t be ridiculous, (Y/N),” Mushi had said. “Of course you’re coming with us,” But you had declined with a shake of your head. “It’s your tea shop. You and Lee did all the work. You deserve to share this moment together,” He seemed to want to argue against your choice, but eventually he accepted it. “Very well,” You watched as he disappeared into the room, behind his nephew.

The guards led you through the empty halls, supposed to bring you to a waiting room. But you’d never reach it. You grunted, as you got hid on the back of your head, the impact sending you to the ground, as your vision blurred... and faded.

thanks for reading! find part 2 here!

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tchallasbabymama · 4 years ago

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all of your love

Hey y’all! Here’s Chapter 4 of my Playlist series. Make sure you catch up on the series (and check out my other stuff) by checking out my masterlist HERE.

Let me know what y’all think!

This one is nasty (18+ as always), enjoy!

Word count: 6,195

T’Challa woke up Tuesday morning eager as a kid on Christmas. Every second that went by brought him closer to Ashanti and he couldn’t wait any longer, his excited nerves building to critical mass within him. Natasha and Wanda had noticed his constant texting and smiling at his beads, and worked hard the entire time he was there to get the truth out of him about who he was talking to. They tried asking Okoye, but she was a steel trap so the two of them cornered him in the living room just before his departure. Their suspicions were confirmed when he proudly pulled up a picture of her to show them.

“Damn she fine, who is that?” Sam sauntered into the room as T’Challa quickly shut the projection down and cleared his throat.

“She is none of your concern.”

“His girlfriend,” Natasha said at the same time before smirking into her cup of coffee. T’Challa looked at her in disbelief and she shrugged back at him in response. “Oh please, he would’ve found out eventually.”

The king rolled his eyes and left the room in a huff to go pack his things.

“He’s so pissy today,” Natasha said, a smirk still firmly planted on her face.

“He misses her, it’s adorable,” Wanda responded.

“Shit, I would too. Y’all saw her.”

T’Challa swept back in the room, bags in hand, calling to Okoye on his beads.

“General, are you ready to go?”

“Ewe kumkani wam, be down in a moment.”

Cap rounded the corner and picked up on T’Challa’s anxious energy. He turned to look at the other faces and a smile crept up his before he turned to his friend.

“Ready to get back to Ashanti, huh?”

A chorus of “Ashanti?!” broke out.

“Why’d he get to know her name and we didn't?” Wanda asked incredulously.

“I was getting there but the bird interrupted,” T’Challa said with a shrug, referring to Sam who rolled his eyes and waved goodbye to the king before leaving the room.

“Hey, uh, can I talk to you for a second before you go?”

“Of course Steve, what is it?”

The two of them ducked off into the hallway for privacy.

“How is he?” Steve asked of his friend.

“He is responding to treatment really well, you should come see him sometime. Shuri has removed most of the words, and living with the Border tribe seems to be good for his mental state.”

Steve smiled from ear to ear. Hearing about Bucky’s progress warmed his heart and he seriously considered hopping on the jet with T’Challa right then and there.

“How about next week sometime? I have some things I need to finish up here, but I’d love to come see him. And see Wakanda properly this time.”

The two heroes shook hands and returned to the living room. At that moment Vision floated up through the floor and Okoye rounded the corner.

“I will never get used to that.”

“My apologies, general.”

“Apology accepted. My king?”

“Yes, we should get going. I will see you all again, hopefully not too soon.”

They said their goodbyes as the two Wakandans made their way to the Royal Talon Fighter to head home. Once Okoye had them in the air, T’Challa retired to one of the jet’s two bedrooms to change into sweatpants and a t-shirt and take a nap on the plush Wakandan mattress he missed so much. He was out like a light.

“My king, we are home,” Okoye lightly shook T’Challa awake. He got up and changed back into his clothes before exiting the ship. The entire royal family was there to greet him, much to his surprise. He greeted his mother and sister before landing on his cousin.

“Umzala, I thought you were heading to Oakland,” he said as they dapped each other up.

“I’m about to head out now, just figured I’d wait a few and say hey to my favorite cousin.”

“You said I was your favorite cousin!” Shuri butted in.

“Hush, Dr. Frankenstein,” N’Jadaka remarked back at her. Shuri was shocked, but her face quickly morphed into amusement as a laugh erupted from her lips.

“If I’m Dr Frankenstein you just called yourself the monster,” Shuri cackled as she walked away, most likely going back to her lab to tinker with the laws of physics or something simple like that.

“Welcome home son,” Ramonda lightly pushed her nephew aside. “How are the Avengers?”

T’Challa rolled his eyes at their incompetence and inability to work as a fluid team.

“Inept, mama. The captain might be visiting soon though,” he said with an eyebrow raise, knowing his mother had a little crush on Captain America.

“Oh, will he? I’ll have to be sure to spend some one on one time with the captain while he’s here.”

“Ew, Auntie.”

“Mama, please stop.”

“What? I still got it!” Ramonda turned and walked back towards the palace.

The cousins just looked at eachother and shuddered before N’Jadaka took off in the same jet T’Challa just arrived on.

The next morning, T’Challa woke up later than most days. When he returns from a mission he likes to keep his workload light the following day, so he caught up on more of the sleep he had been missing out on. The very first thing he did after waking up was send Ashanti a “good morning beautiful” text, and before his feet even hit the floor she had responded.

Ashanti: Good morning handsome. How did you sleep?

T: Much better in my own bed, but still not as good as when you were in my arms.

A: Don’t make me blush.

T: But it’s so cute when you do.

T’Challa dragged himself out of bed and straight to his shower, turning on the hot water and turning his jungle bathroom into a sauna.

“Kim, shuffle between my recently played songs.” He called out to the AI housed in his beads and around his quarters.

“Now playing ‘all of your love’ by Luke James,” the smooth automated voice rang out. A smile spread across his face as he remembered his picnic with Ashanti by the lake. They tapped beads and made a joint playlist, this album being one of Ashanti’s favorites. He had listened to it multiple times while he was away, missing her with every note.

You got the kinda loving

That'll break a motherfucker's knees, baby

Got me begging, got me craving

I just wanna get a squeeze, baby

Don't leave me 'lone

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone right here

I want it all

Want it all, want it all

Want it all, want it all, my dear

All of your love

(Give it all to me baby, yeah)

All of your love, yeah

(It's for me it's for you, baby)

All of your love

(I need it)

Give me all of your love (ooh)

He stepped under the faux rainfall and let it wash over his body, lathering up with some mango scented black soap. After his perfectly sculpted body was clean he turned off the water and air dried while covering his smooth brown skin in cocoa butter.

The king was looking forward to his day for two reasons: he would get to spend time with his little sister during the day and then Ashanti at night. For his first major stop of the day, he and Shuri went to the mines to check on the progress of the latest excavation efforts. The mining tribe elder K’Hari was intent on setting T’Challa up with his daughter Tamala, so they quickly made their escape to Shuri’s lab where they spent the rest of the day playfully bickering over who makes better gadgets while testing out some of Shuri’s latest inventions. T’Challa knew he would not win the argument, but enjoyed annoying his little sister.

Around lunchtime T’Challa made his way back to the palace to eat with Ramonda in her garden. She wasted no time cutting to the chase.

“So this Ashanti, you have feelings for her?”

T’Challa nearly choked on his water, not expecting to cross into that territory so soon.

“Uh, yes, umama, I do. It is still early though, the other night was only our first da-” he stopped when he saw the incredulous look on her face. She sucked her teeth at him.

“You brought a girl to the palace after one date? Do you make a habit of this?”

“No mama, I promise. The last time was when you caught me a few years back. With Ashanti it just...felt right.”

“Hmm...Lets hope it is. Bringing girls in the palace you barely know, I may not have been there your whole life, but I definitely raised you better than that...I can see she is different though, not like the riff raff you usually sniff around. That last girl you dated was horrid-”

T’Challa listened as Ramonda read his love life for filth, and all he could do was sit there.

“-skirts up to her ass, heels way too high for the setting. Thank Bast you’ve found someone good. Good for you, and good for Wakanda.”

“Woah, mama, we have only had one date and you are talking about Wakanda already? I do not even know if she would want to be queen one day.”

“No, but you want her to. I can see it in your eyes when you look at her. Yes, it’s early but you’re in love, unyana wam. The other day, watching the two of you, I could see how...easy you were with each other. I miss that easiness I had with your father…” T’Challa grabbed her hand as her eyes got misty. Ramonda blinked the tears away and turned the conversation back to T’Challa and Ashanti. “Everyone can see it, and I bet she’s walking around just as googly-eyed as you are.”

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Ashanti and Kwame walked through the market arm-in-arm, picking up ingredients as they went.

“So tell me about this mining tribe hottie,” Ashanti spoke after a comfortable silence.

“Sis, I have one word for you: biceps. He could benchpress me and I just- woo that’s hot as fuck.” Kwame said, picking up a fan from a vendor and fanning himself dramatically before paying the old lady who ran the store.

“You really just bought a fan to be dramatic?”

“It’s practical and a prop!”

The two roommates broke out into giggles.

“Anyways, his name is Omar. Here’s his picture, isn't he cute? Ugh those dimples, I could swim in them.”

Ashanti flipped through a couple pictures of the two of them before Kwame shut the hologram down.

“You’re scrolling too much, you might see things you can't unsee.”

“Good looking out, friend.”

“So what are you serving kumkani other than that pussy?” Kwame asked loudly.

“Will you keep your voice down?! I’m not trying to announce this to the world.” Ashanti whisper-yelled at him before he threw his hands up in surrender.

“My bad, my bad. Hey did you close the shop today or did you finally hire someone?”

“No, not yet. I haven’t even really been looking, I should get on that. But, uh, yeah I closed early. I'm there 7 days a week, the people can handle me being out for a few hours,” Ashanti said, Kwame nodding along in agreement. “Hey, want to stop by my parents’ place for lunch?”

“Girl when have I ever said no to food?” Kwame responded with excitement. He never said no to food.

“Should we bring something back for B?”

“No she’s probably going to stay a couple nights with Kiki. You know, so they can ‘catch up’ or whatever. Honestly, its like she forgets i can see right through her.” Kwame rolled his eyes.

“Even I can see they have feelings for eachother-”

“Girl blind people see they have feelings for each other. It’s her first experience with a girl so I don’t want to push her but damnit just do gay shit already sis!”

They arrived at Zana Cafe right as Ashanti’s riotous laughter subsided.

“Hey babygirl, hey Kwame! Where’s my other daughter?” Chidi asked, hugging them both.

The three of them sat at a table near the kitchen and away from the hustle and bustle.

“She’s out ignoring her feelings for Kiki.”

“Kiki Odunsi? She’s a nice girl, Binta has good taste.”

“That’s what I said, Baba, but she’s just too nervous to act on it. Yet she pushes me into the king’s arms-”

“I’m sure I don't want to hear the rest of that statement, but your mom will be back soon and I’m sure she’d love to hear all about it. You kids want some food? We got some curry that just finished, you have perfect timing.”

“We felt it in our souls,” Kwame half-joked. Chidi disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared with their food, letting them dig in while he ran the restaurant.

About halfway through lunch Kwame got a message from Omar that made his entire face turn red as his lip disappeared under his top teeth.

“Go ahead,” Ashanti said, already knowing the content of the message without having to see it. He either sent a nasty picture or a dirty text, and either way she knew the second Kwame saw it he was mentally already sucking Omar’s dick.

He got up, giving her a quick peck on the cheek and waving goodbye to Chidi as he all but ran to his dick appointment.

“Well he sure got out of here in a hurry,” Chidi came over and sat across from his daughter.

“A boy texted him.”

“Should’ve known,” he said before clearing his throat. “So, the king...how is that going?”

“You actually want to talk about it?”

“Of course, you’re my daughter. It’s just hard to see you as an adult sometimes, but I’m getting better at it.”

“Well he and I really connect on a lot of levels. He’s so smart, and sweet, and considerate and I know we only had that one date but I feel like I’ve known him for years. We have another date tonight, I’m making him mama’s pirri pirri chicken.”

Chidi sat back in amazement. Here was his little girl...in love...with the king of Wakanda.

“You know, that’s what your mother made the first time she cooked for me.”

“It is?!”

“Mhm, that’s how she hooked me. Been trapped ever since.”

Ashanti playfully hit her father’s arm and thought about her meal plan for later.

“Well, Baba, I have to go prep for tonight. Give Mama my love when she gets back.” Ashanti kissed her father on the cheek and headed back to her empty home.

______

Her “Sacral Chakra” playlist blasted through the house as she danced in her underwear to Missy Elliott’s “Throw it Back” while stirring the rice one last time. Everything was ready, and she still had plenty of time before he was supposed to show up. She put the oven on “warm” and stuffed the dishes inside before removing the rice from the heat and trotting upstairs to get herself ready for the life changing dick-down she was surely about to receive.

She changed the music to fit the mood she wanted to set, switching to her “Sexy” playlist and swooning at the sound of one of her favorite songs tickling her ears.

Like a flame to a moth

I'm addicted to your sauce, so bad

I want it 24/7, 365, 911

I need it fast

Don't leave me 'lone (so)

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone (so fast)

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone right here

(911 terrible baby, yeah)

I want it all

Want it all, want it all

Want it all, want it all, my dear

All of your love

(Give it all to me, baby)

All of your love, yes

(It's for me it's for you, baby)

All of your love

('Cause I need it)

Give me all of your love (ooh)

Luke’s voice carried her as she took a dip in the tub with a colorful jasmine and ylang ylang bath bomb before moisturizing with rose-infused shea butter. Her skin smelled like a forbidden garden, just the way she liked it. Then she trimmed her pubic hair, cleaning up her bikini line and giving him a clear, well-groomed path to her treasure trove. Finally, she painted her nails and toes white to stand out against her skin and avoid clashing with her colorful, off the shoulder, bodycon ankara dress. Ashanti chose to keep her braids down and makeup light again, knowing all that extra makeup would get ruined anyway. For a final touch she slid on her strappy gold stilettos, knowing just how much he loved them from their kimoyo chats.

The doorbell rang and Ashanti took a deep breath before straightening her dress and heading to the door. When she opened it both of their jaws dropped. There he was in an all-black suit with a black shirt underneath, a purple pocket square, and that damn hoop in his ear. He looked like the black panther he was and Ashanti wanted nothing more than to be his prey.

His eyes roamed her body and landed back on her face before he stepped over the threshold and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced alongside each other as both of their hands reacquainted themselves with the other’s body. T’Challa’s hand steadily sliding down her backside brought her out of her daze and she broke the kiss. He frowned as though she had taken away his favorite toy.

“Dinner, your highness.” She said before giving him one last peck and escaping to the kitchen with him on her heels. As she tried to maneuver around the kitchen, T’Challa refused to let go of her waist, whispering sweet nothings in her ear every few seconds about how much he missed her.

“T’Challa, go sit down, I’ll bring you your food,” She giggled as he kissed her cheek repeatedly. “Go!”

He let her go with a slap on the ass and sat down at the table, watching her float around the kitchen. After a couple minutes, Ashanti set two plates full of delicious looking food down on the table. She cracked open a bottle of palm wine and poured them both a generous amount.

“Are you trying to get me drunk Miss Mostafa?”

“Maybe. Cheers.” Their glasses clinked together and they both took a sip without breaking eye contact.

“Tell me what you think,” Ashanti pointed at his plate to get him to focus. The king took one bite and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“You made this?!”

“Ha ha, T’Challa. Yes, I made this. It’s my umama’s recipe though. And make sure you save room for dessert” she said while digging into her food.

“My compliments to the chef,” he said as he seductively brought his lips around his forkful of food, still staring into her soul.

The two of them caught up on their time apart, what little they didn’t already discuss in their kimoyo chats. T’Challa regaled her with stories of his work with the Avengers, and he watched her in admiration as she spoke about the happenings at Taj’s.

“Ready for our next course?” Ashanti asked the king.

“I am.”

Ashanti scooped the warm mango cobbler into two bowls and topped each one with ice cream. She set T’Challa’s bowl down in front of him and went to take her seat when his hand wrapped around her wrist and tugged her back towards him.

“Sit on my lap,” he said in a low grumble.

Ashanti’s feet carried her back to the king and she turned to sit across his lap.

“Not like that, face me.”

“My dress-”

“I don’t care.”

A chill went down her spine as she hiked her dress up over her thick thighs and straddled him. He reached for his bowl and scooped up some cobbler and ice cream, bringing it to her lips.

“Open.”

Her lips parted and she tasted her sugary concoction, happy it turned out how she wanted it to.

“Is it good?”

“Yes.”

“Is it sweet?” He asked, nuzzling into her neck and inhaling her scent.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Feed it to me.”

They took turns feeding eachother the cobbler, licking the melted ice cream from each other's lips. With each bite, the king’s hand travelled further and further up Ashanti’s thigh, gripping her tight and causing her to let out the tiniest whimpers.

He could smell her arousal and it drove him crazy. When his hands travelled up to her hips and felt no underwear she looked at him and winked, flipping the switch within him. His eyes turned almost completely black as his fingers trailed across her body directly to her clit. Ashanti jumped, but his other arm held her down. His fingers circled her clit, making more wetness drip out of her. She suckled on his bottom lip and moved her hips to get him to stop teasing her, but he wasn’t a fan of her defiance.

“Did I say move?”

His voice sent a chill down Ashanti’s spine and straight to her pussy. Another rush of liquid escaped her and T’Challa chuckled darkly.

“You like when I tell you what to do, don't you?” He asked, one hand still teasing her clit while the other gripped her jaw forcing her to look into his eyes. She nodded desperately and he laughed in her face. “I know you do, kitten. You know what I want you to do for me?”

She struggled to compose herself, his teasing becoming too much for her to handle.

“What? I’ll do anything”

“I know you will. Cum on my fingers when I fucking say so, do you understand me?” She nodded as his fingers moved down to her now dripping hole, three of them opening her up and sliding in deep while the heel of his hand pushed into her clit. He slapped her ass with his free hand. “I said, do you understand me?”

“Y-yes.”

He curled his fingers inside her, alternating between quick and slow thrusts, all while dragging the pads of his fingers across her g-spot. More wetness pooled between her legs as he dug in her, causing her to grind into his hand for even more friction.

“There you go, nasty girl. Work for it, mhm…” He licked from her collarbone to her ear before nibbling on her lobe, making her release a moan from deep within her core. “You sound so beautiful, I’m going to make you sound like this all night. Are you ready for me?”

She held on tight to his shoulders and rocked into him more, the tension building in her body.

“Yes, kumkani.”

He growled and pulled his fingers from her, placing his hands under her thighs and picking her up while she whined at the empty feeling.

“Where’s your room?” He spoke into her ear as she wound her hips against his and sucked on his neck. She pointed up the stairs, but her lack of communication frustrated him more. He needed to be inside her now.

He backed her into an empty wall and pushed his pelvis into hers. Her eyes rolled back at the feel of his third leg against her pussy.

“You want it?” He teased. She nodded vigorously as he unzipped his pants and pushed them to his feet. “Do something about it.”

She reached between them and almost cried at the feeling of his hot, pulsating dick in her hands. She couldn’t close her small hands around it, and she wondered briefly about how it would fit in her mouth. She felt the throbbing veins up and down his shaft and his length would surely fill her to the brim. She swiped her thumb over the precum oozing out the head of his dick and brought it to her lips to taste. The sweet saltiness of him set her off, and she lifted her body up before sliding down on his length.

She was too eager to be bothered by the stretch of her pussy, just wanting him inside her.

He moaned into her ear and gripped her ass tight as she enveloped him in her warmth. He wanted to keep his composure, but it slipped more with every bounce of her juicy ass onto his pelvis. The thickness of his dick pulling her clit combined with the edging from earlier had her on the verge of an orgasm already.

After letting her get used to his size, the king decided to stop playing nice and pushed her back into the wall, staring deep into her eyes as he thrust into her body. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held on for dear life as he busted her wide open.

“Oooh, T’Challa!”

“Hm? You like when I do that? What about this?” He lifted her and brought her down onto him, the force causing her to yell out his name between thrusts.

“T-Chal-la, oh-my-Bast-it-feels-so-good. Mmm I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She barely rushed out before her muscles tightened and released around him, both of them moaning out in pleasure. He continued to hold her while they stared into each other’s eyes forehead to forehead, breathing heavily, until she broke the silence.

“Can I taste you?” she whispered and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He placed her down and she immediately sank to her knees, licking her essence off of his dick.

His hand went to the back of her head as she sucked the tip and rotated her two hands along his shaft. After a few moments she grew brave and pushed him further into her throat, making his toes curl. She was down to one hand and decided to go even deeper. Resting her jaw, she brought her free hand to stroke his shaft while alternating between licking his balls and softly bringing them into her mouth. Her lips made their way back to his pulsating dick, his chorus of “fuck yes, just like that” and “suck that dick” lost on her ears while she focused all her will power on swallowing the monster before her. Her mouth slowly crept over his tip and down his shaft as far down as she went before. She swallowed and took him in deeper, nose almost touching his pubic hair.

“Fuck!”

He wasn’t expecting that and came down her throat. She gladly swallowed every drop.

“Good girl, make sure you clean your plate for your king.” He pulled her up by her jaw and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth to taste himself on her. He slapped both her ass cheeks.

“Get in that bedroom.”

She grabbed his hand and led him to her room, her dress at her waist and those damn heels on her feet. Ashanti had a feeling those would be staying on most of the night.

When she opened her door, he only looked around briefly before grabbing her by her throat and licking her neck. Her pussy throbbed once more.

“Why do you like when I’m rough with you?” He growled in her ear as he unzipped her dress. “Answer me.”

“My king, I-I don’t know but it turns me on.”

“You don’t know, huh? That’s not a good enough answer. Bend over, grab your ankles. Let’s see if you can figure it out” His hand pushed on her back, making her bend at the waist before he slammed into her, taking everything she had to give. His hips slowed down and stirred inside her, making her release a long, deep moan each time he pushed deeper.

Tears came to her eyes from how he was hitting it. She had never felt anything so deep or so thick inside her, and the way he was moving made her cry out to the heavens.

“Bast!”

“She’s not here love, you’re at my mercy,” He chuckled and grabbed her neck, pulling her up to whisper in her ear as his hips sped back up and she grabbed onto the back of his head for stability. His left hand had a tight grip on her hip, but his right hand came up to tweak her nipples as he slowed his strokes back down, circling his hips.

“Yes, kumkani” she moaned out on repeat like a broken record. He had hit that spot in her that shut her brain down, making her putty in his hands.

“I’m going to ask you again sithandwa, why do you like it when I’m rough with you? Hmm? I know it’s hard to think right now, but try for your kumkani. We talked about it before. Why do you want me to treat you this way?”

“B-because I’m my kumkani’s little slut.”

He smiled as wide as the cheshire cat and stilled inside her, another deep chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“That’s my good girl, my little slut. You like being kumkani’s little slut?”

“Mmm, yes. Please, make me your slut kumkani. I’ll be good.”

He pulled out and slapped her ass.

“Prove it. Good girls ride dick.” He laid back on the bed, hands behind his head as he watched her stand over him and squat onto his throbbing member. He moaned as she dropped her weight on him and picked it back up repeatedly, tightening her kegel muscles on the way back up each time. She eventually dropped down to her knees to give her thighs a break and leaned back towards his legs, giving him a full view of her body as he watched himself go in and out of her.

“Shit, Ashanti.”

She slowed down and sat up, circling her hips and gripping him tight before leaning over and letting him suck on her nipples. She let him have his fill then whispered in his ear, “Am I a good girl yet?”

His mouth left her breasts and he pulled her into a deep kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance with his eventually winning again. He pulled back to take in her beautiful face that was twisted in pleasure, his black eyes staring deep into her brown ones.

“The best.”

The king wrapped his arms around Ashanti’s waist and spread his legs before thrusting up into her, catching her off guard. Her body succumbed to his and another wave of intense pleasure washed over her as she came once more. He fucked her all the way through her orgasm, refusing to let up.

“Do you have one more in you kitten? Can you be a good girl and cum again for your kumkani?”

“T’Challa, I-”

“Who?!” he hooked his arms under her knees and flipped them over, driving his big dick deep into her guts with a roll of his hips.

Tears came to her eyes and he wiped them away, pausing his movements. “Are you ok, love? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I...it just feels so good. You feel so good inside me, baby.”

“Do I?” he teased as he thrust impossibly deeper inside her, watching as the tears sprang from her eyes, kissing them away.

“Yessss,” she hissed as their foreheads came together so they could stare deep into each other’s souls as their climaxes approached.

He pushed her legs back further and she felt him drop all his weight into her pussy over and over and over and she left her body, tears running from her eyes and juices seeping from her pussy. Her head rolled back and a faint smile appeared on her face as he fucked her stupid. Her nails dug into his back as his hips continued to thrust into her from above and he left his signature on her neck. He felt her body tensing up again and he decided to stop delaying his release before he killed the poor girl.

“Kitten.” He said to her in a soft, sweet voice, slowing down his strokes and just grinding in her deep. She struggled to focus on him but when their eyes met, he leaned in for a soft kiss. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. You take me so well baby, it’s like your pussy was made for me. You said I could cum inside you, will you still let your kumkani cum deep inside that pussy?” They had already discussed this, knowing it would come up at some point. Luckily they both had their STI prevention shots and they were both on birth control, so since they shared the same kink they decided to go for it.

“Yesss, please kumkani. Cum inside me,” Ashanti said as she locked her legs around his waist.

The king’s thrusts picked up the pace, elevating them both to their highs. The tension rose in their bodies, Ashanti scrambling to hold him closer, and T’Challa struggling to contain his strength so as not to cause real damage. When the dams broke, their bodies shook violently and he filled her up while she spilled all over him. He slowly thrusted into her as his dick continued to pump her pussy full of him. His thrusts slowed to a stop as she came down from her climax. He leaned back and opened his mouth and let a glob of spit fall onto her clit before lightly rubbing it in with his thumb.

“T’Challaaaaa!” she whined, feeling overwhelmed. He smirked and stopped, leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead then her nose, then her lips.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” he said as he continued to lightly kiss around her face and neck. Her legs still hadn't let him go, so his hips churned inside her very slowly, grinding just enough to keep her turned on but not enough to over stimulate her. “You just can’t let me go, huh?”

“Uh-uh,” she pulled him to her soft lips, only allowing them to slightly graze each other. “You feel too good.” She whined.

“Oh I do? You love when I’m deep in that pussy, don't you? You want me in there all the time? Want me to slut you out whenever I fucking feel like it?”

“Mmmm, yes kumkani.”

“Good girl. Now let me go baby, I’m not done with you.”

“T’Cha-” She was cut off by a deadly glare. “Kumkani, my pussy is tired.”

“I know kitten, this will help her feel better.”

Ashanti slowly unraveled her legs and moaned as his dick slowly left her, pulling on her clit and her g-spot on the way out. The emptiness she felt was soon replaced by the feeling of his copious amounts of cum dripping from her hole.

T’Challa moaned at the sight then leaned in for a taste, causing Ashanti to gasp unexpectedly. His tongue moved up and down her pussy, collecting his cum and spreading it all over. He sucked on her clit and his fingers slowly found their way inside her to rub on her spot before his finger and tongue switched. He tongue fucked her walls while his thumb strummed her clit lazily, her legs twitching on every upstroke . His moans of pleasure pushed her further to her climax and when he started slurping his cum out of her pussy she lost it, body convulsing and cumming all over his chin. He slurped up their combined fluids and brought his lips to hers, transferring their cum to her mouth for her to taste. She swallowed and stared into his eyes, bottom lip between her teeth. He rolled over beside her and they faced each other.

“Don’t look at me like that. You already won't be walking tomorrow, but I can make it a week,” T’Challa warned and the two broke out into laughter.

“Wow, just...that was...wow,” Ashanti said, still processing what just happened.

“Is something wrong? Was I too rou-” Ashanti shut him up with a kiss.

“It was amazing. And oh my Bast, you are nasty as fuck.”

T’Challa chuckled, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his chest.

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg, dear.”

Ashanti stilled then looked up at him in fear and arousal, both of which were made worse by the bloodthirsty look on his face.

“What else are you into?”

The two lovers laid there and talked for hours, only pausing for a brief moment while Ashanti went to the bathroom. They talked about their kinks and exploring more together. They spoke about their futures, their bucket lists, their families, and more. The conversation veered from comical to serious to heart wrenching to seductive all within the span of a few hours.

They eventually fell asleep with T’Challa’s strong arms wrapped around Ashanti’s waist, just like the last time they slept in each other’s arms and hopefully just like all the times they’ll lay together in the future.

Our love

Your love

On me

Our love

My love

In you

Our love

Your love

On me

Our love

My love

Ooh!

(Did you ever think that, maybe

Maybe it's destiny?

Maybe it's destiny that brought us together)

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#cecewritessometimes #black panther fic #t'challa #t'challa x oc #black!oc #smut #playlist

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catchmewiddershins · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu Hugs pt 2:

AOBA JOHSAI:

Oikawa Tooru:

Really affectionate and clingy, will beg you for hugs with NO. SHAME.

He’s definitely a running fingers through hair and burying his face in your clothes, hair, back, shoulders etc kind of guy

So many little kisses!

He’s the sort of hugger who picks you up; he either lifts you so that you can wrap your legs around his waist or he’ll place you on a table or countertop, especially if you’re a lot shorter than him, just so you can be at equal level

Also likes to rest his chin on top of your head and hug you from behind while you’re working or doing something else (washing up, cooking, etc)

Might grab your butt if he’s feeling particularly teasing, but definitely won’t if the hug is just so you can hold each other

Likes to do fairy kisses (idk what they’re called, this is just what my family calls them) when he flutters his eyelashes against your cheek, it makes you both giggle

Will fall asleep while laying across your stomach

Likes to hug you when wearing an enormous fluffy dressing gown, he’ll wrap you in it and snuggle

Has leapt into your arms at some point for a hug... you dropped him. He’s not going to stop trying though!

Lightheartedness aside, he knows to come to you for cuddles or hugs when he’s feeling down, you’ve often had hug sessions when he feels inadequate as a setter, or if he’s feeling insecure

Pouts when he wants hugs

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Wraps you in his big, muscley arms (the dream of many of us, I’m sure)

This man is SUCH a secure hugger, it’s amazing, he just folds you into his embrace and you never want to let go

Warm hugs and tight hugs, like a comfy straight jacket

He always knows when you want to let go... it is rare that you want to

The kind of hug that’s like instant stress relief, side effects include:

Falling asleep

Dozing

Relaxing all of the muscles you didn’t know were tensed

Bursting into tears because you’re actually really stressed or worried and the hug was just the trigger for you to let it all out

He likes to give you massages, all you have to do is curl up on the sofa with him to watch television or read or anything and he’ll lean against the side, place you in front on him, all stretched out across the length of the cushions, and just massage your back, neck and shoulders (you don’t know what you’d do without him)

His hugs are so warm that you just hug him as a replacement for a jumper or hot water bottle... sometimes you just don’t turn the heating on. Really. His skin is a radiator!

Unconscious squeezes

Squeezes in general, he’ll squeeze your waist or shoulder walking past, pull you to his side and give you a squeeze, sit with you and just give you a quick squeeze, it’s adorable

You know he wants a hug because he gets slightly clingy but won’t admit it to your face

Sometimes huffs playfully or teases you when hugging you, you know he loves you though

(Seriously though this boy’s muscles are perfect huggers)

Matsukawa Issei:

Tall boy hugs (I mean, depending on what you think is tall - he’s 6′2″ that is enormous to me)

This guy actually really likes jokes so you bet he’ll hug you and then absolutely WREAK the atmosphere by whispering the cheesiest jokes into your ears

You: Yay warm hug time! ~ Mattsun: what does a cheese say when it looks in the mirror? Halloumi!

Easygoing hugs, pretty casual... he uses you as an armrest at random moments

He likes to hug you from behind as well, sneaking up and putting his head on yours, long arms draped over your shoulders

Likes to tell you about all of the stupid stuff Oikawa did throughout the day while you snuggle

Back of the neck kisser

Hanamaki Takahiro:

If you compliment his hugs, he will either awkwardly blush and go weird or be super cool and suave but be dying inside... no in-betweens

He’s a lot calmer than his fellow teammates and so, if you’re really tired and stressed, he is definitely the go-to person to hug

He will stand there and hold you for a while, perfectly still, so you can listen to his heartbeat

Has a habit of sitting on tables, he’ll lift himself onto one and ask you sit with him and then he’ll pull you to his side and urge you to tell him about your day

Lukewarm hugs... not cold but not warm either... if tepid water was a hug

He likes it if you kiss the top of his head

Yahaba Shigeru:

This may seems surprising to some, but Yahaba is BIG on PDA

He loves to show you, and your relationship, off to others, be it teammates, other teams or even random strangers

How does he do this you ask? He’ll walk up to you (literally even mid-conversation) and hug you. Not a casual sidelean, not a sweet little waist or shoulder squeeze, no no, the WHOLE NINE YARDS! One moment you’re talking to a friend and the next thing you know, he’s behind you, yanking you to his chest and squeezing the life out of you

Sometimes, if he’s being clingy, he’ll turn you around so you’re facing him

He would turn you around more but you told him not to because it’s rude if you’re talking to someone

You two always walk with an arm around each other’s waist

When it’s just the two of you, he’s a lot calmer, very much into forehead kisses while hugging you, your hands resting lightly on his chest

He actually really likes it when you fiddle with his hair, you tend to twist that curl at the front around your fingers

If you’re ever down on yourself, he snaps and forcefully grabs you into the tightest and most aggressively loving hug of your LIFE

Watari Shinji:

Watari is very gentle and encouraging, and that shows through his hugs

As a libero he’s very perceptive, learning exactly where the ball is going to go and having to devise how to receive it

Therefore, that skill bled into his relationships, and he can tell immediately when something has you upset or worried

His solution? Cuddles!

The two of you like to cuddle sitting down, leaning against each other, you sitting on his lap, blankets, stretched out over one another, everything

He has a habit of tapping out little rhythms on whatever body part of yours is closest to him

Face nuzzles

You like patting his head because his hair is fun to touch

But really, if he sees you’re sad, he’ll take your hand and gently lead you somewhere, sitting you down and just pulling you into a warm embrace where you eventually spill everything that’s bothering you

Sometimes his perceptiveness is unnerving, it seems he knows how you feel before you do (happened to me today... weird experience) but that just means that the two of you love away those nasty feelings before they even take root

Kyoutani Kentarou:

MAD DOG! TIGHT HUGS!

I do sort of think that he can give soft hugs too but they are special, you know... reserved for mental breakdowns

He’s pretty aggressive but he’s DEFINITELY not a bad person - he will hug you if you want it!

His hugs, as aforementioned, are tight! as! his steely arm muscles!

He will drag you to him and crush you against his chest, you both just squeeze each other like your lives depend on it

He is especially like that after matches, you run over to congratulate him and he just grabs you, hugs you and then throws you into the air

When you’re together, he is softer

You fiddle with each other’s fingers and he often crosses his legs before plonking you in his lap and possessively curling around you, arms circling your waist and squeezing, chin in the crook between your neck and collarbone

Sometimes he likes to smother you with kisses while holding your back to his chest... just *kisskisskisskiss* at the speed of light, crook of neck, elbow, head, face, stomach just aggressive fast kisses and you love it because it tickles and he always blushes a lot after doing it

If you ask for a hug he might make a sort of growly huff noise and ‘reluctantly’ side hug you (he loves it really)

He likes to completely relax and flop over the sofa, taking up the entire length with his feet dangling off of the end and let you lie on top, falling asleep to the rumble of his chest while he strokes your hair and watches TV

Kindaichi Yuutarou:

Kindaichi the sweetheart is very soft and so are his hugs

He is also a tall boy, a very tall boy, so you often just hug while facing each other

He likes to pat your head, back or hands gently while hugging you

Sometimes he says little sweet things so you’ll be hugging and he’ll just say quietly that you look very nice that day and then blush extremely hard

He rests his head in your lap while you’re doing something and he’s lying down

When he does this, you like to squish his hair flat to see how it looks, he doesn’t understand that he looks like an onion

He gives very warm hugs too, very good very nice

Sometimes he hunches over to bury his face in your shoulder, he does this for two reasons

It’s either because he loves how you smell and just loves how comfy your shoulders are

The other option is that he’s beating himself up over what happened between him and Kageyama, thinking that, since Hinata is able to hit the ‘king’s toss’ that it wasn’t Kageyama’s fault for being too demanding but his for just being a useless player

Your hugs always cheer him up when he feels like that

The reverse is also very possible, feel sad? Hug Kindaichi, you’ll cheer up!

You two are definitely snugglers and pyjama people, lots of late night movies that end in falling asleep on each other

Kunimi Akira:

So Kunimi is lean and therefore pretty skinny

That in no way means that he isn’t a good hugger

You two don’t hug that often and definitely not around other people

He is the ✨epitome✨ of lazy hugs, think of him like a boneless rubber chicken, he just droops onto you, arms dangling and long legs and torso melting onto you, whatever position you’re in (usually hunched over working)

He also is the master the casual arm sling around your hips, and the elbow on head

When you two actually hug properly, standing, he doesn’t pull you in or have his arms tight, he just has his fingers loosely interlocked, hands resting just above your butt while your have your arms looped around his neck, his head in your hair

Falls asleep on you a lot, you’ll be leaning on each other and, next thing you know, he’s dropped right off to sleep

Soft snores 🥺

He nuzzles into your stomach unconsciously while he’s sleeping

Literally any time he’s tired, he’ll trudge over to you and lay his head on yours, sighing

BONUS:

Idk why I put him with Seijoh but I can’t be bothered to write for his entire team

Hyakuzawa Yuudai:

VERY VERY VERY TALL BOY! VERY TALL! VERY! I JUST ABOUT COME UP TO THIS MAN’S STERNUM!

So his height makes him an optimal hugger, you can take so much comfort in the safety he makes you feel

And guess what? He’s also a very sweet guy so EXTRA SPECIAL

I honestly love him, he’s very soft-spoken and calm, he likes to whisper little endearments to you while you hug

His favourite thing is when you stand on a stool, chair or table in order to be at equal height (or near enough) with him so you can look into each other’s eyes when you hug

He sometimes just picks you up instead

He’s also very respectful and polite so you better believe that he always makes sure that you’ve had a good day and hugs you in whatever way you need

If you’re sitting down, he just w r a p s his very long legs around you and you sit in his lap, reading, watching something, drawing, playing a game or whatever, his arms are around you and in front so you can do things together

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alrighttherescarhead · 5 years ago

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could we get a part 4 to that best friend Ethan thing?🥰

Sorry it took so long :(

TRIGGER WARNING!!!

(sexual harassment, violence, alcohol intoxication and death)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4:

You were now 4 drinks down and to say that you were absolutely fucked was an understatement. Your vision had become blurry and you were struggling to walk like a normal person without embarrassing yourself by walking into strangers.

Grayson was right. You can’t handle your drinks.

Every now and then you flash a cheeky smile at the odd guy that walks by you, earning yourself an eye roll from both Yael and Sam. You're such a flirt when you're drunk and you never have a problem showing it.

”You're such a lightweight, y/n!” Yael shouts over the loud thumping music as you both dance side by side, swaying your hips along with the music.

You— being the most drunk you've ever been— miss hear her completely. ”who the fuck are you calling shark bait?!”

Yael snorts out a laugh, amused with the state that you were in. “I said LIGHTWEIGHT! Fucking idiot!”

Sam casually dances his way over to the two of you, in the middle of the dance floor, with a drink in each hand.

”Who’s a lightweight?!” he questions, handing Yael one of the alcoholic beverages.

”Look! Sammy whammy is here! Welcome brother shark bait!” you point out as you dramatically throw an arm around his shoulder, causing the two of you to stumble back into a group of wasted girls that were dancing behind you.

”Oop! My bad!” you giggle, stepping away from the collision you just caused. You spin around to see that all 3 girls had liquid spilt down their attire and expressed a face to say ’are you kidding me?’— but you didn't give a single fuck.

Without a second to think, you stick both middle fingers up in the air and grin tormentingly before mouthing a ’fuck you’. Much to your amusement, this riles them up.

”Ignore her! She doesn't mean it! She's just drunk!” Sam clarifies, holding his hands up in defence as the girls start to throw abuse at the two of you.

”He’s lying!” you protest. ”I think you all look like clowns right now with all that fucking makeup on your dumbass fac—”

Pulling you away from the situation, before it gets out of hand, Sam raises a brow at you. ”Stop trying to rile up strangers! And Shark bait?”

“SHARK BAIT, OOH HA HA!”

Wow. You were even starting to annoy yourself with the childish shit you were coming out with.

”enough with the shark bait!” Yael demands, playfully clamping a hand over your mouth.

”get ya nasty hands off me!” slapping her hands away, you grimace. ”Could’a been touching sam’s dick for all I know!”

”don't be so silly!” yeal leans closer to your ear, holding your shoulder to steady your balance somewhat. ”I've washed my hands since then.” she winks.

”FILTH! ABSOLUTE FILTH!” you screech, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, sending Yael into fits of laughter.

”I’m joking!” she claims, taking a sip of her drink. ”although—” yael eyes Sam from head to toe, almost drooling at the sight of him. ”Sam is looking pretty hot tonight. Look at that fine piece of—”

”RIGHT!” you turn on your heel, beginning to walk away ”I need another drink.”

”Be safe! We’ll be right here if you need us!” she calls, waving a hand in the air as to say ’bye’.

No, they won't. Give it 5 minutes and Yael will be getting it in the toilets.

You were at the bar, ordering another 2 rounds of shots for the three of you, when a guy comes and sits himself down beside you.

”having a fun night?” he attempts to spark up a conversation.

”uh— yeah? Yes! Very fun!”

”That sounds like sarcasm, babe.”

Ew. Don't ’babe’ me.

You force a smile before taking your phone out from your clutch.

No messages.

Deep down, you were hoping to find a message from Ethan. But instead you received a notification-free screen. You found yourself staring at a picture, of you and E, that you had set as your lock screen. It was taken at the beach a few months back when you first properly hung out with everyone. Ethan was very attached to you that day and wherever you were, he was sure not to be too far away. You found it sweet.

In the photo, Ethan was standing behind you, both arms wrapped around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder with a huge beaming smile spread across his face. It's your favorite photo to date and you've had it set as your lock screen from the very moment it was taken because E claimed it was ’kinda cute’.

The stranger next to you must have noticed your facial expression alter slightly because he's soon leaning over to get your attention. You slide your phone back into your clutch and close it after double-checking your actions.

”you seem like you're having a shitty time.”

”I am not! I'm having a fucking wicked time, if you must know! See that girl over there?” you turn to look for Yael, but she's nowhere in sight. Neither is Sam.

They're fucking in the bathroom, I bet!

”who?” the guy looks around the room in confusion.

Panicking, you point to a random girl. That random girl just so happens to be the wildest girl out on the dance floor as she was grinding against anyone who walked by her with her hair an absolute mess and red lipstick smudged all over her face. She looks like she knows how to have a fun time, that's for sure.

”That's your friend?” he asks, voice full of doubt. ”Seems like a massive whore to me.”

Was this guy looking to get his ass beaten? Because you'll square up right now!

”fuck you, asshole! That's my best friend! Don't talk about her like that!” You snap. You have no idea why you felt the need to defend this girl so bad but you weren't going to sit back and let this nincompoop hate on her like that.

”what the fuck are you gonna do about it?” the man laughs, taking a sip of his drink.

Smack his drink out of his hand.

You scowl at the man, shaking the thought out of your head before the bartender walks over with the shots you had ordered. You thank them with a small smile before picking the drinks tray up to take it over to an empty table in the corner of the room, furthest away from the bar.

After concentrating on your steps, and guarding the drinks like your life depended on it, you reach the booth you had your eyes on.

Wasting no time at all, you place the tray atop the table and swallow a shot straight down, grimacing at the burning feeling in the back of your throat.

Just when you think you're alone with your own thoughts, you feel a tap on your shoulder, prompting you to turn around. When you do, your heart plummets into your stomach.

It was the nincompoop from the bar and he didn't look happy at all.

”You know, it's rude to walk away from someone when they're talking to you.” his eyes were all over you, scanning your body from head to toe. You cringe, internally.

Still fairly drunk, you mimic his words in a mocking tone. ”It's rude to walk away when someones talking to you— GUESS WHAT?! I. DON'T—”

Taking you by surprise, he grabs your face with one hand and pulls you closer to him by harshly yanking on your arm.

”Watch your fucking mouth, slut.” he grumbles next to your ear, making your blood run cold with fear.

You'd think that someone would notice what's going on and intervene but this is a club, after all. Everyone was too drunk to notice their surroundings, let alone care about a couple of people in the corner of the club.

You always knew your drunken mouth would get you in trouble one day.

Out of instinct and panic, you kick him as hard as you can in the shin and shove him back. He howls in pain, hopping on one leg, as you make a quick dash for the nearest exit.

This is when wearing heels really fucks you.

You didn't dare look behind you because you knew if you did, that asshole would be right on your tail.

Forcefully shoving an exit door open, you become aware of your surroundings. You’re currently standing in the designated area for smokers. But no one was in sight.

To your left: dead end. No brainer.

To your right: 6-foot wire fence. There's no way you’d be able to climb that thing in sweatpants, let alone a fucking dress.

Unfortunately for you, just when you were about to figure out your next escape route, the guy kicks the door open to reveal an evil smirk on his pale face.

Yeah, maybe running through a side door wasn't the best idea.

There was only one exit and douchebag here was standing right in the way of it.

”You really thought you could run away from me?” he scoffs, ambling closer. With every step he took, the more fearful you got. What were this man's intentions?

”fuck you!” you spit (quite literally) into his face, making him flinch over-so-slightly.

He chuckles darkly and wipes his face clean before clamping a hand over your mouth and traps you between himself and the brick wall behind you.

The foul stench his body emitted was gut-wrenching. It was a foisty smell, alongside alcohol and sweat and it was not a good combo, at all. Never have you smelt anything so horrendous in your life. This guy has clearly never heard of a shower before.

”Wanna say that again?” he growls, breathing his disgusting breath in your face, only inches away.

You squirmed in his tight grip, trying desperately to escape but it was no use. He was too strong compared to your intoxicated self.

You begin tugging on the hand that was wrapped around your mouth, managing to break free for long enough to bite down onto it.

Crying out profanities, the man shakes his hand followed by bringing it back up towards your face. Instead of covering your mouth though, he tightly wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes your windpipe. You gasp for air as you begin grabbing at his hand once again but the pain you inflicted on the man in front of you caused a rush of adrenaline to power through his body, making him stronger than he was before.

”You looking to get hurt, huh?” he grumbles angrily, pulling an object out from his back pocket with his free hand. With a flick of his wrist, a blade pops out from the little rectangular-shaped object. Your eyes widen as you come to realise his intentions.

You wince as he angles the razor-sharp blade against your cheek. He then proceeds to press the point into your skin, chuckling tauntingly as blood begins to seep from the fresh wound and onto his hand that was still restraining you from breathing.

You wanted to scream and cry for help but it almost seemed impossible. Everything around you was becoming even more blurry than before and you were positive you were going in and out of consciousness from lack of oxygen.

”you’re so pathetic. Look at you! So weak. So helpless.” he uses his blade to smear the blood that was seeping from your cheek, all over your face. ”any last words, bitch?”

You have nothing to lose.

”F-fuck y-you,” you wheeze, kneeing him in the crotch with all the strength you could muster.

With a groan, he drops the knife and falls to his knees, cupping his privates in the process.

You collapse onto the floor and frantically start gasping for air. Without hesitation, you proceed to army crawl towards the door you passed through moments ago but before you could reach it, you're being dragged back by your ankle. You twist your whole body to lay on your back and begin kicking your feet in an attempt to get the pest of a man off you.

Managing to dodge all of your kicks, he drags you closer to him and places himself in between your legs after yanking them apart.

”GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” you screech, throwing your fists directly into his face.

”Stop! Just hold still!” He holds an arm up in defence as the other begins jerking at your dress, making it ride up somewhat.

”I SAID FUCK OFF!” Your foot flies up, purposely, kicking him straight in the jaw. The impact sparks him out cold as he falls back and cracks his head against the concrete flooring beneath him. You lay there stunned.

Blood begins to pool around his body while you remain sat in the exact same spot, eyes never leaving the scene before you.

You pay close attention to his chest area to discover that it wasn’t rising and falling like it should be. The only movement evident was the deep red fluid that continued to spill from his brutal wound on the back of his head.

Fuck.

Your breathing hitches in your throat as you feel as though you were being strangled like moments prior. Following shortly behind was a tightening sensation in your chest. It was just like someone had you in a bear hug and refused to loosen their hold of you, only tightening more when you begin to freak out. Everything around you becomes hazy as you try your hardest to focus on your breathing.

The exit door unexpectedly flies open to reveal the club's security guard with his mouth agape, looking absolutely mortified.

”I- I swear I- he just—” you stutter shakily, beginning to explain what happened before completely blacking out.

***

Taglist:

@ludiclove

#ethan dolan #grayson dolan #grayson #grayson bailey dolan #dolan #Ethan #dolan twins #imagine #ethan grant dolan #ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan imagines #grayson dolan imagines #grayson dolan imagine #violence #death #E!concept #alcohol #part 4 #my writing

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coldshrugs · 4 years ago

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boats and birds

Fandom: The Arcana Pairing: Cleo/Julian Length: right under 1.7k words Summary?: Cleo and Julian get separated while traveling through the tumultuous realms of The Arcana, and Cleo finds a child that could use a little help.

Cleo's eyes blink open to a thick canopy of tropical-looking leaves, shimmering pink-gold light winking through here and there. The air is thick with magic, but there's no real hostility here.

"We did it," she smiles in relief, nerves leaving in a quiet rush of laughter as she sits up. "We made it to the Magician's realm! Julian?"

They were falling through the void together when she pulled them to the safety of this realm. She didn't even realize they'd been separated. Did Julian make it here at all? Oh god, if he's lost out there in this place he doesn't understand -

Cleo's panic is interrupted by the sound of rustling leaves, a high-pitched yelp, and the muffled sound of crying. Scrambling to her feet, she chases the fading whimpers through the dense forest.

It sounded so close before but now, jumping over roots and ducking branches, she's not sure she went the right way. Starting to feel just foolish enough to turn back, Cleo stumbles into a clearing cut through by a softly gurgling brook. There, on the bank, sits the figure of what is clearly a child with a tangle of auburn hair, collecting water in their small hands and sniffling through shaky breaths.

"Oh! Hello there." Cleo approaches with slow, sure steps. "Are you alright? I heard a shout and-" The child turns to look at her, lip quivering and eyes rimmed in red- "Julian?"

There's no mistaking that face. The features are a little too big for him at this age, but his gray eyes search over her with a familiar curiosity and she knows it's him. He doesn't look like he wants to run. For a second Cleo wonders how he managed to get changed into this version of himself but before she can ask, he opens his mouth to speak.

"W-who?" The word seems to take a lot out of him and a fresh set of tears streak his face. With his body turned this way, Cleo can see the nasty scrape on his knobby little knee.

She steps to his side, smiling as warmly as she can. If not Julian then... "Ilya. is that your name?" He nods and Cleo continues. "I'm Cleo. Why don't I help you with that knee while you tell me what you're doing out here."

Without the slightest hint of reluctance, he nods and gingerly extends his leg for her examination. It doesn't look too deep, just dirty from the forest floor; Julian's pain tolerance is clearly not an inherent trait. Still, blood beads up in various spots and it needs to be cleaned and bandaged. Cleo tears off a scrap of her already disheveled dress and dips it into the stream.

"Mama and Papa gave me a pirate ship for my birthday! It has bright red sails and two masts and even a little golden door to the captain's quarters! but..." his rush of cheer fades just as quickly as it began. "But I lost it. just like I lost Pasha last summer. I tried to chase it down the stream-" Ilya winces when Cleo presses the cool, damp cloth to his knee "-but it was too fast, and I tripped."

Cleo hums a little chuckle, mostly to herself, at the absurdity of this entire situation but it's so adorable, she can't help enjoying herself a bit. She rips another piece of her dress, a cleaner one, and snuggly ties it around his wound. "I'm sure Pasha isn't upset about getting lost. She's a tough little thing, right?"

He nods again, giving her a reserved, gap-toothed grin. "You're right."

"I'll bet we can find that magnificent pirate vessel of yours, Captain Ilya. And if not, the beach here is great for making sandcastles. Wanna go with me?" She stands and extends a hand to him. He takes it without hesitation and stands to a height nearly as tall as her own. Cleo can't help but laugh now, her chest filling with the warm urge of affection one feels when they see a litter of puppies waiting to be pet. "Wow, you're already so tall!"

Ilya beams, puffing up his rail-thin frame and putting his hands on his hips. "Mama says all her brothers are giants and I'm gonna be just like them!" Cleo shakes her head; he doesn't know how right he is.

"Right then, let's find your ship." She starts in the direction of the running water, looking back with a radiant smile when Ilya's small hand slips into hers. His spirits seem entirely lifted, though his eyes are still red from crying.

As they walk next to the stream, Cleo takes the opportunity to ask Ilya about his life, his family, his favorite things; and she makes sure to answer with the warmest encouragement she can muster. She points out all the most dangerous roots just waiting to catch his lanky limbs and he steps over them carefully. As they chat and laugh, the once babbling brook picks up steam. A few jutting rocks and rolling rapids wait up ahead, but Cleo can see the forest opening to the starlit beach just past them. The stream runs right out to the ocean.

"Miss Cleo!" Ilya points at one of the rocks, tugging to get her attention. "It's my ship!"

Sure enough, blood-red sails bump into the stone over and over, but the ship doesn't seem to be damaged.

"Looks like it's stuck, but I should be able to bring it to us." Cleo releases his hand and winks. They dash to the spot directly across from the rock.

"I can find a stick for you-"

"Thank you, Ilya, but I have something a bit more magical in mind." Cleo extends her hand, and her magic flies out beyond it, shimmering in the air as if she were casting a net across the stream. Ilya gasps at her side. When the translucent net floats over the toy boat she drops it, then makes a fist as she calls the magic back to her. The little ship bobs across the surface of the water until the boy scoops it up from the bank.

"My ship! Miss Cleo, you did it! Thank you, thank you!" He hugs the toy to his chest, before rounding on his savior to hug her too.

She pats his back. "You're welcome, Ilya. Anytime. Let's head down to the beach and watch her sail!"

With a gleeful bounce to their steps, they finally leave the forest. Thousands of stars twinkle above them, reflected in the gentle waves of the impossibly colorful sea. Before they manage more than a few feet toward the tide, another rustling sound starts from a cluster of nearby bushes. Cleo takes Ilya's hand once more, shuffling him behind her as they wait for whatever might appear.

A dark, towering form steps out of the shadows, but the presence is one she knows well and relief washes over Cleo. "Julian? Is that really you?"

"Cleo! You're here! The real you, that is." Grown-up Julian looks like a mountain of worry has just fallen off his shoulders. Though Cleo notices something else is there, literally. Tiny legs are wrapped around his waist, held up by his arms, and slowly, a head topped with frizzy lilac curls pokes over his shoulder. With a faint "eep!" the little girl drops back down to hide behind his back. Julian whispers "she's shy" dramatically.

"Is that... is that me?" The edges of a headache build behind Cleo's eyes, but nothing worse than finding out she died years ago. She can handle this.

Julian takes great care to gently sit this smaller version of Cleo in the sand. She's gripping a kite in one tiny hand and clinging to Julian's leg with the other. "Yep. At least, her name is Cleo too. She doesn't talk much but that Firenti accent is thick. Lost her kite in a tree, so I got it down and told her we could come down to the beach to fly it, safely. What about you? Looks like you've got quite the handsome escort there."

He winks at Ilya, who steps around Cleo with a new smile. "Miss Cleo used magic to get my boat out of the stream! It was amazing!"

"She's pretty great, isn't she?" Julian reaches for her hand. "Say, is that the good ship Red Velvet? I lost that ages ago!"

"You named your ship after cake?"

"The best cake." Julian and Ilya say in unison.

Cleo leans into his side, biting her lip to keep from laughing. "Well, Ilya, why don't you ask the other Cleo if she'd like to see the Red Velvet's second, more successful, voyage."

He beams but approaches tiny Cleo with caution. "Do you wanna sail her with me? You can have a turn at being captain, I don't mind. A-and we can fly your kite too!"

She looks from one version of Julian to the other, before nodding. The voice that comes out is astonishingly quiet, and the Firenti accent is just as apparent as Julian said. "I've never been a captain before but I'll try my best."

They start the trek down to the water, before getting excited and running full tilt, their little laughs echoing back across the sand. With the toy boat pushed into the sea, their forms begin to lose shape, shimmering around the edges before disappearing entirely.

Alone and reunited in the Magician's realm, Julian sweeps Cleo into his arms, peppering her face with a dizzying amount of joyful kisses before finally meeting her lips properly.

"I assume you were as worried as I was?" Cleo steadies herself with hands on his shoulders. He nods against her forehead and kisses her again. "But that was so cute! You were such a gangly kid!"

He chuckles and she feels the laughter move through her own chest. "Did you see your hair?! It was massive! As big as you were, honestly. You were adorable."

"Well," she feigns offense, clutching at pearls that don't exist, "one of us has grown into their hair and the other is still a little on the gangly side."

Cleo stands on her toes to catch his lips again but they topple into the sand, any further teasing attempts at teasing dying to breathless laughter and smothered kisses.

#azia writes #the arcana #cleo/julian #julian devorak #listen okay listen #i am feeling so mushy and kai forced my hand #but i have no regrets #showing up to this fandom 3 years late and with too much fluff for my lil body to hold

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azaraspirit · 6 years ago

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Tom’s Assistance Chapter two. um idk where im going with this lmao.

this is part two of Title? I Don’t Have One lol but im fine with Tom’s Assistance I guess. Basically the reader started as Tom’s personal assistance but they grow close and start dating. I may start a proper beginning if I end up writing another chapter which I most likely will.

@mcuspidey @starksparker @spiderboytotherescue @keepingupwiththeparkers @fanboy-tom @underoos-tom

i didnt forget anyone did i?

Part One

warnings: um smut and lots of it. fluff. blow jobs, shower sex. tom being happy. isn’t that what matters? did i mention smut?

word count: 2167

All of you went out on the beach, including Jacob. Tom couldn’t keep his hands off you. You didn’t mind considering it’s been two months since you felt his touch.

Tom twirled you around his arms making you laugh and he ‘accidentally’ fell in the water. Tessa barked happily as she ran all over the surf and Jacob sat under an umbrella getting a tan.

“You happy baby?” you asked.

“The happiest guy on earth.” Tom looked handsome as hell only wearing swim trunks with his curls soaked and water running down his abs.

Tom kissed you softly and you kissed back. You two stood there waist deep for longest time just like that, enjoying each other’s touch. The whole time you two barely were a few feet from each other. You were either holding hands or had an arm around one another.

Jacob didn’t even yell a smart remark which you were expecting. Probably felt petty knowing how long it’s been.

“Can’t wait to get you alone with me.” Tom murmured.

You blushed. “Me neither.”

“Gon’ show how much I missed you.” He kissed your neck.

“Did the photos help?” you smirked.

He nodded. “But they weren’t anything compared to the real thing,” His hand stroked up and down your back.

You hugged him even tighter, Tom doing the same. “I’m so happy you came, y/n.”

You kissed his bare chest in response.

Tom suddenly lifted you up, surprising you. “Oh no! I’m gonna lose my footing!” Tom pretended to be scared as he fell back with you in his arms. You weren’t even mad. You just laughed when you came back up.

“You’re a dork.”

Tom looked over at Jacob, waving at him to join you. He got the message and head over, Tess following him.

“Wish Harrison was here and my brothers.” Tom said. “Miss them.”

“You’ll see them soon don’t worry.” you assured him.

Jacob left early with Tess as you and Tom stayed to watch the sunset standing on the surf with Tom behind you in his arms. He kissed your neck repeatedly, making you feel content.

“I hope you’re not too tired love?” he murmured in your ear.

“A little.” you teased.

“Wanna shower with me?”

“Hm that sounds nice.”

Dusk was setting as you and Tom went back into the house, holding hands.

You and Tom undressed and stepped into the shower once he set the temperature. Tom immediately pressed you against the tile, kissing you, making you moan. You wrap your arms around him. “I missed you so much, Tommy.” you murmured against his lips.

Tom pulled away, smiling. “Missed you more.”

You two kissed repeatedly. The sand washed away as the hot water rained down your naked bodies.

After what seemed like hours, you both cleaned yourself properly and stepped out of the shower, drying yourselves.

“Don’t get dressed.” Tom said lustfully.

“Wasn’t going to.” you giggled.

Still a bit damp, you went over to the bed, fully nude. the towel around Tom’s waist fell and you eyed his hard dick. It was a gorgeous sight after two months.

Tom slowly approached you. He pressed his knee on the mattress, gently laying you down on your back.

Your lips met yet again in a heated kiss. Your hand went down to his manhood as you started to stroke it, making Tom shudder.

“You like that baby?” you cooed.

He grunted for his response as he held himself up above you.

“I really miss this part of you, Tommy. I forgot what you taste like.”

Tom grunted again. You had him lie on his back, gripping the sheets. You kissed his lips and left a trail as you made your way down to his dick. Your hand slowly started to twist around his length, making him arch his back. It was already throbbing. He wasn’t going to last long. “Gonna come for me, baby?”

Tom moaned your name, his head tilting back. You bent down to lick his manhood, making him moan even louder. He tasted so good. Blow jobs weren’t exactly your favorite but after so long you made an exception. You tongue stroked along his swollen red tip. A drop of cum was already peaking out.

You smirked. “You’re so close, Tommy.”

“Y/n, I’m gonna-” Tom cummed right there and it was a beautiful sight as the milky liquid drizzled down your hand. You fully formed your mouth over his tip. Tom cried out, arching his back, his length going further down into your mouth.

You let go after several moments licking your lips. “That was beautiful,Tommy.”

He breathed heavily. “Fuck.”

You giggled. “Have to admit you tasted really good.”

He smirked at you. “Now it’s my turn to taste you darling.” You giggled as you climbed over to kiss him, feeling his tongue on yours. You kissed wildly now that you didn’t have an audience. You moaned his name.

Tom’s hand trailed down your body reaching your pussy. He began to massage, your core heating up and getting wetter by the second. You moaned nice and loud, knowing it encouraged him to do more.

Tom gently switched places with you, lips still together. He growled hungrily, tugging your hair.

“Hmm feels good.” you sighed as he continued to play with your womanhood.

“You’re so wet, y/n.”

“Because of you.” you smirked.

Tom chuckled. He kissed your jaw then your neck, leaving marks that would bruise later on. His lips tended your breasts, his tongue brushing over your hard pink petals and the following bruises he left behind. He left a trail of kisses down your stomach, making you speechless. He looked up at you with dark chocolate eyes before pressing his lips to your core. You cried out his name, followed by moans as you felt his tongue swirl around your wet folds. Your legs spread even wider. He gripped your thighs as he tasted your wetness. Your hips rose upward as you felt the tip of his tongue brush along your clit, crying out his name.

“Come for me darling.” His tone was dark and filled with lust.

You gasped as you came into his mouth, his hands holding your waist in place. Tom moaned.

He pulled away after a long moment, licking the cum away from his lips.

“Beautiful, y/n. You taste just like how I remembered.”

You panted heavily, your back on the mattress. “Fuck.”

Tom crawled over to you and kissed you. “Tired baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. Let’s sleep yeah?”

You agreed as Tom went to the bathroom help and came back with a rag to clean you both up and tossed the rag in the basket. He then crawled next to you, pulling the covers over you. Normally you didn’t like sleeping nude but you were too tired to get dressed. Tom hugged you tightly from behind, his arm over you with your fingers laced. Your eyes closed within minutes. Tom smiled down at you. He kissed the back of your ear, silently telling himself that he wanted to marry you one day.

Both of you slept in the next day. You never felt happier than waking up to your man by your side.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead.” You kissed him softly.

He pulled you close to him to where your breasts pressed gently against his chest.

“That was the best sleep I had in weeks.” he smiled, caressing your face.

“Hmm. I’m glad.”

“Is it just me or do you smell bacon?” you asked.

“Jacob is probably cooking.” he said.

“Bet I will get there first!” You suddenly jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed, Tom whining behind you about you cheating, slipping on shorts.You were gonna win but he slid down the railing, beating you.

“Who’s the cheater now!” you called.

Tom beat you to the kitchen, already grabbing some bacon.

“Don’t hate me because I’m faster.”

“Pft you cheated.”

“Afternoon.” Jacob greeted. “Coffee is ready.”

“Yes.” you said, immediately going to the pot.

“So you two have fun?” he teased, pointing at Tom’s hickies on chest with his spatula that decorated his shoulders and collarbone.

Tom grinned. “Loads of fun.”

You glared at Tom, not liking the idea of him going into detail with Jacob about your sexy activities.

“Don’t you dare, Thomas.”

“Oooh she said Thomas. You know she’s serious.” Jacob grinned.

“I wasn’t.” he whined.

“Good.”

“I don’t wanna know anyways.” he said, putting fresh, hot bacon on a plate.

“See? No need to Thomas me.” Tom smiled.

You stuck your tongue at him, Tom returning a goofy face.

“Couldn’t decide on pancakes or French Toast so I made both.” said Jacob, motioning towards the hot griddle.

“Nice!” Tom grinned, grabbing a plate.

“Not chocolate chip I hope? Those are nasty.” you said.

“Blueberry.” Jacob smiled.

“God I love you.” Those were your favorite. You pecked Jacob on the cheek.

“Hey now.” Tom scolded.

“Might leave you for this guy. He knows how to cook.” you teased, giggling.

“I can cook.”

“Pasta.” you said.

“But you love pasta.”

“I do.” you admitted, kissing him on the lips to assure you were just teasing.

All three of you sat on the balcony, enjoying the weather and the view of the beach. Jacob was last.

Tom looked so relaxed and happy, something you missed after being gone for so long. You moved to his lap after you finished breakfast, his arm around you, his hand on your thigh. Jacob didn’t mind. He knew how much Tom cared about you and vise versa.

“Smile.” he said, holding up his phone.

You didn’t mind as you posed for the camera. “Take some more!” you giggled.

You gave Tom a kiss, the kiss deepening. Jacob took more pics, saying how cute you two were together. You pulled away, blushing. Tom ran his fingers through your hair, just admiring your beauty.

“Gonna put these on instagram.” Jacon giggled.

“You think that’s a good idea?” you said. “I know how crazy his fans are. Don’t want them to get jealous.”

“Nah they love you.”

You blinked. “Really?”

Jacob nodded.

“He’s right. They really like us together, darling.” Tom kissed your jawline.

You checked your phone and within minutes the photos gained hundreds of likes and positive comments.

“Oh.” you said, smiling. For some reason you never really paid any attention to that stuff. But it felt good knowing that the fans loved and supported your romantic relationship with Tom.

You liked Jacob’s post and left a comment, fans immediately replying. You giggled.

“Alright there darling?” Tom grinned.

“They love us!”

“Told you.” said jacob.

You met Tom’s eyes again and they were bright and golden from the sun you couldn’t help but to kiss him again. Tom gladly returned the affection.

“What was that for?” he smiled.

“Your eyes are so pretty.” you grinned.

“Yours too.” he said, stroking your cheek.

Jacob made fake gagging sounds, Tom laughing. You flipped Jacob off.

“I’m gonna go before I throw up.” he said, getting up.

“Alright man. Thanks again for breakfast.”

“No prob.” They shared a handshake before Jacob left.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with his hair. “Hey let’s lay down on the hammock.” You just noticed the netting on the far side of the balcony.

Actually the balcony was way bigger than you thought. It wrapped around to reveal potted plants and a hot tub.

“Sounds good to me.” Tom followed you to the hammock and you both got comfortable. You laid down on his stomach, rather to see his beautiful face than the ocean.

You kissed him again, his arms going up under your shirt, massaging your back. You hummed happily, feeling content.

Tess came outside with you and after saying hello she laid down right beside you on the deck.

“I don’t know if I can leave this place, Tommy.” you admitted, laying your chin on his chest.

He chuckled. “We won’t have to.”

“What?”

“Bought this morning, love. It’s ours.”

You sat up, gawking at him. “You serious?”

He smiled. “I knew you would love it. So yeah I made a few calls and sealed the deal.”

You smiled back, embracing him, laughing.

“Course we have to leave to get our stuff to move properly once filming is done,” he said.

You nodded. “I can’t believe…” You couldn’t even finish.

Tom cupped your face. “I’m crazy about you, y/n. I wanted us to have space just for us.”

“We haven’t even been together that long, Tommy.”

He smiled. “Don’t care, y/n. I love you.”

You smiled back, feeling emotional. Your boyfriend just bought a fancy house and you haven't even been together a year. You lean over to kiss him deeply, Tom’s hand behind your head. “Can’t believe you just started out as my assistance.” he chuckled.

You smiled. “Yeah me neither. Seems like forever ago.”

Tom kissed you again. “Crazy about you ya know that?”

“Maybe.” you giggled.

#all-about-tom #my fics #i just want tom to be happy ok #no angst here #tom holland #tom fics #tom holland x reader

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lolainblue · 7 years ago

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Presque Vu Chapter 21

As Raina lay there trying to recover, her breathing changed from ragged pants to deep gulps and then suddenly she was sobbing, so deeply that her whole body shook. It was a strange feeling, not like a normal cry, where the sadness seemed to be creeping in until it became overwhelming, but completely the opposite, like a release valve had been turned and all the negative things she had been holding were being washed away. She knew there was no stopping it but she didn't want to stop it. It felt cleansing and wonderful.

Of course, the guys were all over her immediately, removing all the remaining playthings and wrapping her in a big soft blanket. Shannon lifted her into his lap, stroked her hair and murmured reassurances while Jared went to fetch her a glass of juice.

“I knew this was going to happen with her,” Shannon said when Jared returned. “She keeps herself wound way too tight.”

Jared kissed her forehead and handed her the glass. “You need to try to drink that,” he told her, still sounding as authoritative as he had a few minutes ago. When she took it and began to drink his voice softened. “Do you understand what's happening to you? Are you okay?”

Raina nodded weakly and hoped that would be enough. There was no way she could verbalize everything that was going through her head at that moment. She had spent years with Dan secretly searching out other people's adventures on the internet, reading about all the things she was convinced were never going to happen to her, but that she had desperately wanted. She was glad now that she had, her intense reaction would have felt overwhelming and confusing otherwise. She got about half the glass down before she had to hand it back to Jared, her hand shaking as the sobs continued to wind their way out of her. He just sat the drink aside, rubbing her back and telling her she was going to be just fine, just let it out. Then he got up and started to run a bath.

As intense as her tears had been they dried up much more quickly than Raina would have thought. By the time Shannon scooped her up and carried her to Jared where he was waiting in the bathtub she at least had dispensed with the outright sobs and graduated into sniffles and the occasional ragged breath. She still didn't feel capable of conversation, but Jared seemed to understand that and just wrapped himself protectively around her. He let the warm water of the bath help do the work of relaxing her, pouring it over her body and into her hair while he hummed softly behind her. She could hear Shannon in the shower, and even though the three of them were too much for the tub it was reassuring to know he was still close. When Jared began to lather up her hair she thought she might be ready to talk again.

“I'm okay.” It came out as much a question as a statement. Jared kissed her cheek and rubbed the fruity smelling shampoo into her scalp.

“Yes, princess, you are okay. You did so well. I am so proud of you.” He worked his fingers through her long curls, detangling them as he went. “It takes a while to come back down afterward for some. We'll talk about it all when you're ready. Just let me take care of you now.”

Such a simple request would have been so difficult for her just a month ago. Hell, even last week she had bristled after too much attention and caring from Jared. Now she felt all the remaining tension leaving her as he gently rinsed the shampoo away and graduated to conditioner. By the time he had finished with her hair and carefully washed her aching limbs she was a relaxed, pleasant puddle. Shannon eventually reappeared next to the tub with the biggest, fluffiest bath sheet Raina had ever seen, beckoning her to get out and get dried off.

“I know you brought a bag but I have something for you,” Jared said as he got out of the tub and began to dry himself off. “I bet you brought one of those little nighties to wear to bed tonight right?” Raina nodded. “As much as I love those things, I think something snuggly is more in order.” He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Trust me.”

He knotted the towel around his waist before retrieving a bag from the closet which he handed to her with a smile. Once she unveiled its contents Raina had to laugh. It was a soft pink hooded onesie and a pair of pink and purple striped socks that looked like they could have come from Jared's own drawer.

“Come on, put it on,” insisted Shannon, who had already slipped into his own gray and black striped outfit. She looked at Jared, who was slipping into a pair of soft black pajama pants.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice starting to return to normal. Raina dressed while the pair of them fussed over getting the bed back in order and building what looked like a giant nest of pillows and blankets.

“What on earth are you two doing?” she asked. “Are we having a slumber party?”

“Come on Porcupine,” Shannon beckoned from where he had begun bouncing in the middle of the bed. “Don't shut me out now. Let me cuddle you!” He shouted the last part dramatically as he threw his arms open. Raina surprised herself by crawling eagerly into them.

Jared disappeared for a few minutes then reappeared with an armload full of food – fruit and cheese and oddly enough, popcorn, and some bottled water. He settled in on the other side of her, pressing one of the bottles into her hand before wrapping his arm tightly around her. She let herself curl into his chest while Shannon turned on the television, surfing through the channels as he drank his own water. Jared kissed the top of her head and ran his fingers through her damp hair. “How are we doing baby girl?” he asked softly.

“I'm...” Raina tried to find the right word and then shrugged. She felt relaxed and happy, and she knew that her brain was still settling down from the flood of chemicals she had unleashed. There was a sort of peacefulness that was settling in on her, and a profound need to snuggle into him, to be touched and held. He seemed to feel it too, only breaking contact with her to attend to necessary things like the bath and the food, but now that they were settled in he seemed determined to hold onto her. At least for this part of the process, it felt like whatever was happening was happening more between her and Jared than with Shannon. She wasn't sure why that was. He had cradled her when the tears started, dried her off after the bath and been the one to pull her into bed to begin with. But it was Jared's touch she craved right now. Shannon didn't seem to be bothered by it all, snuggling up next to them while he munched on the little cheese squares and flipped through the TV channels.

“You need to eat,” Jared insisted, pulling the bowl of goodies closer to her. She grabbed a few chunks of pineapple and a piece of pale yellow cheese without even thinking to argue. He grabbed a few pieces of fruit too, popping them into his mouth as he rested his head on hers and sighed against her. Their little session seemed to have had quite a calming effect on him as well.

Shannon eventually settled on a nature documentary and three of them passed the time quietly, letting themselves recharge while the television cast flickering shadows around the bedroom. Raina could feel the last of the adrenaline leave her body and drowsiness began to overtake her. Jared noticed the change in her too and rubbed her hand to rouse her a bit.

“Before you go drifting off to sleep, I want to check in with you a bit, if you feel like you can talk now,” he said.

“I can,” she replied. Shannon turned off the television and kissed her shoulder.

“So now that you've had time to come down a bit, are you still okay?”

“I'm great,” she smiled. “Really, I promise.”

“You didn't use your safe words at all, not even yellow.”

“I didn't need to.”

“Are you sure? Because you've never done any of this before, and we have no idea where your limits are. I was sort of expecting to have to back down at least once but you just kept going.”

Raina did a quiet review of their previous session. “I did almost quit when Shannon was down my throat, and the lack of air was getting to be too much. But then he finished and I didn't need to.”

Shannon pulled her hand over to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on her palm. “It doesn't bother you when I call you a slut or tease you does it?”

Raina shook her head. “No. I know you don't mean it a nasty way. I kind of like it, I like it that Jared is one way with me and you're another.”

“So it wasn't too much for you?” Jared asked. “I kind of feel like that was the first time, the first time for real, and we pushed it a bit. It's okay if you want to slow down.”

“Are you kidding?” Raina said, a little laugh creeping in. “Don't you understand how much I have wanted something just like this? You're making my fantasies come true. Slowing down is the last thing I want.”

Jared made a growling noise. “Hmmm, baby girl. You're going to have to tell us all about those fantasies sometime soon. But for now, you have work tomorrow and we have rehearsals and since everyone is good, I think we should all get some sleep.”

Raina left work early again on Friday for her follow-up with Dr. Minchin. She submitted a new blood draw and then sat endlessly in the waiting room until her turn was finally up. The doctor wanted to check the bruises on her back again and Raina was thankful there weren't any new ones to have to explain. Once she had examined her, Dr. Minchin pulled out her folder.

“Well Ms. Gallo, all your tests came back normal so there don't seem to be any underlying issues we need to be concerned about. Your numbers from the draw today look much better as well. You probably just inherited a predisposition to anemia and you'll need to be more conscientious in the future. The Vitamin K deficiency was probably brought on by the several doses of Keflex for that stubborn respiratory infection you had a few months ago and your diet was insufficient to properly restore your reserves. This also can be avoided in the future easily enough by taking proper care of yourself.” Dr. Minchin gave Raina a firm stare at that point. Raina tried not to smile, thinking of her own hovering busybody who would probably gloat over the reinforcement of his hypothesis. “But as I said, your numbers look much better today and I think we can forgo the second injection and just stick with the prescriptions that I gave you on Monday.”

Raina left the office with a profound sense of relief. She had been reassured by Monday's visit but until those tests came back she hadn't known for sure she was out of the woods. Now she wanted to celebrate and even though she found herself suddenly with a surplus of boyfriends she knew they were both too busy right now for anything that wasn't an emergency. And Cassie was long overdue for an update. She swung by the bakery and picked up Cassie's favorite treat, chocolate eclairs, and headed off for a little girl time.

As soon as Cassidy realized Raina had a lot to dish they chased Aaron off, sending him out for a drink with a buddy. It hadn't been hard at all to convince him to go, and Raina got the feeling that Cassie had probably been riding him a bit too hard lately. As the size of her stomach had increased so had her anxiety and demands, and though it was just an annoyance at work, at home it was probably something that Aaron was happy to get a break from. Raina felt a twinge of guilt, she hadn't been there much for Cassie since the brothers had come into her life. She resolved to do better moving forward.

Rather than start in on her own revelations, she listened while Cassie cataloged her latest aches and pains and showed her pictures of the nursery furniture she had ordered. It all felt incredibly normal and reassuring. Raina found herself unexpectedly throwing her arms around Cassie for a hug.

“Hey, what the hell was that about?” Cassie asked with a laugh.

“You're a good friend and I want you to know how grateful I am for you,” Raina told her. “I know I'm not an easy person to be friends with. But you mean the world to me, Cassidy. I just wanted you to know that.”

Cassie started to tear up. “Dammit Raina, look what you did, went and set off my pregnancy hormones. I haven't cried in at least six hours,” she joked. “You know I love you too. But seriously though, what's gotten into you?”

Raina told her everything. Well, mostly everything. She, of course, skipped over the actual details of the previous night but made sure Cassie got a general impression. “This is all just between us though, okay?”

Cassie scoffed. “Like I would tell. Are you sure this is what you want though Raina? You never mentioned anything like this before...”

“Well, how in the hell would that conversation have looked?” Raina took another eclair and tore it in half, scooping some of the filling out with her finger. “Hey I really liked last night's Game of Thrones episode and oh, by the way, I really want a guy to tie me up and and tell me what a slut I am.”

“Well not like that obviously,” Cassie said with a roll of her eyes as she took another eclair herself. “But we've talked about sex stuff before. You could have mentioned it. I wouldn't have judged.” She got a conspiratorial smile on her face. “I have a pair of handcuffs. I love when Aaron lets me cuff him to the headboard and ride him like the mechanical bull at that country bar with all the sawdust on the floor.”

Raina blinked at Cassie for a minute. Cassie was tan and blonde and leggy and relentlessly optimistic and perky. She had always reminded Raina of the tour guide Barbie in the Toy Story movie. And tall, good looking and muscular Aaron was her perfect Ken doll like counterpart. The thought of them doing anything even the least bit kinky had never even occurred to Raina, and the mental picture she had now made her burst into laughter. Cassie immediately joined in the revelry, and they laughed together until they had tears running down their faces.

“Clearly we need to talk more often,” Raina said when she regained her breath. As she watched Cassie finishing off her pastry she wondered how much she had cheated herself over the last few years, not just in her relationship with Cassie, but in her relationships in general, making assumptions, not asking questions and leaving herself walled in. She felt like a new person today. And she liked herself more than she had in a long time. She could only hope it would last.

@nikkitasevoli @msroxyblog @maliciousalishious @meghan12151977 @fyeahproudglambert @snewsome756 @

#jared leto fanfiction #jared leto fic #shannon leto fanfiction #shannon leto fic #Presque Vu #30 seconds to mars fanfiction

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maliwarm · 7 years ago

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“have you lost your mind?” (for Shayne?)

HaHA SURPRISE. Bet u thought I forgot about this sitting in my inbox! :y

Ikindofdidonandoff……oops. :,,,L

I had pretty much all of this done from ages ago and actually kinda like how it turned out. Which is why the hoverskiff’s way different from how you portray it. What I thought it might’ve looked like back then was something of a much smaller version of the sand skiffs from S.tar Wars, but with a couple of seats so it’s slightly safer and can transport two or three people at a time.

Sorry the ending’s abrupt. I forgot where the hell I was going with it. >_>;;

The deal had gone bad. The other party had already sold themselves out to Rendain prior in hopes he and his Varelsi horde would spare them from the impending end of the universe. Stupid, cowardly bastards. And the ensuing firefight made the situation worse; three against some twenty or thirty something amount of thugs were terrible odds enough on their own, but even more so when she was the only one carrying a gun. It made thinning the ranks tricky. And positively heart-stopping every time Shayne slipped out of cover, cloaked or not, and darted straight into the middle of the goons and their own (bigger, faster, deadlier) guns to punch and stab them with fists and boomerang and hulking rock monster.

“Have you lost your goddamn mind?!” she’d yelled the first time, when the kid came sprinting back with a couple of scrapes and an already purpling cheek. … And received an irritatingly casual shrug and a positively infuriating, shit-eating grin as a response.

Fucking teenagers… she’d seethed silently, jamming a fresh clip into her pistol. Snapped, “Gimme some sorta warning the next time you feel the urge to eat some lead so I can make sure you don’t, y'know, die. Like an idiot.”

Aurox hissed his agreement. Shayne ignored him; saluted sloppily, grin widening so more crooked teeth could flash at her. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

The next few passes had been pretty uneventful, with the kid suffering injuries no heavier than occasional scrapes and bruises; something she was grateful for. It was only towards the end, when their opposition was running low on numbers and getting desperate, that the scales tipped to an unfavourable balance. At some point, one of the goons had somehow crept up behind her without her knowledge or awareness of the fact, with the intent to gun her down. By some stroke of coincidence or luck, Shayne had been in the midst of breaking off a skirmish to get back to her and caught the bastard in the act; managed to get out a warning holler before the asshole clubbed the back of her head something nasty and left her completely out of it for an indeterminate period of time. When she came to, the fight was over and Shayne had one of her jacketed arms wrapped over a thin shoulder and was trying to haul her to her feet.

“C'mon, boss. Upsy daisy…”

The walk to the hoverskiff was a fragmented blur. But she clearly remembered Shayne struggling valiantly under her weight, with a pronounced limp no less, and the feel of Aurox’s claws gently pinching the back of her jacket to help keep her upright. The hellish heat washing from his open ribcage onto half of her body had her squirming and groaning her discomfort every so often. When she finally came to properly, her head was pounding something awful. She was also already on her ‘skiff. Weird. She didn’t remember getting there in the first place, but whatever. Habitually, she shuffled towards the wheel, ready to head for home, but was stopped by a burnt hand wrapping itself firmly around her bicep.

“Ohhhh no, no, no, no, no.” Shayne said, ushering her back towards the passenger seats. “Si'ddown, Reyna, I got this.”

“Gotta get us home,” she slurred out, trying unsuccessfully to wriggle away.

“What, with a concussion?” The kid scoffed. “Have you lost your mind? Geez. I’ll get us back. Just take it easy.”

“Y'can’t even drive.”

That cocky grin again as long, clever fingers reached for one of the rarely used seatbelts and clipped her into place. “I can, actually. Self-taught. With a couple of lessons with Whisk on the finer points under my belt, too.”

She scowled. The last time the little turd drove her hoverskiff, it was to steal it. Distinctly, she remembered the paintwork on one side had been scraped something awful on the way out the hangar, and one of its thrusters had damn near been broken off while Shayne had been trying to dodge a rock towards the end of the chase.

The kid must’ve remembered too, because the grin she was flashed became sheepish. “Look, I’ll be careful with it this time. Promise.” When her scowl didn’t relent, Shayne sighed. “Reyna, c'mon. That was years ago now; I’ve changed since then, remember? Don’t you trust me?”

Her scowl became a wince. What a button to go pushing. “Well… yeah, but-”

“But nothing,” Shayne interrupted, waggling a finger. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

She watched the kid limp back towards the wheel, frowning. Was that little red bandana always wrapped around Shayne’s calf? Wasn’t it supposed to be just above an ankle? She squinted through blurring vision, noting that red seemed to bleed out from the bottom of the bandana, onto Shayne’s pants. It took longer than it should’ve for what that meant to click, but when it did, her concussion-induced fog seemed to clear a little. “You’re hurt.”

Shayne plopped into the seat, carefully keeping weight off the injured leg. “Yeah.” Then, as an afterthought, “But I’m not concussed, and I don’t need it to drive this thing.”

Her struggle against the seatbelt became more heated as protective instincts took over. Almost succeeded in freeing herself at least three times. “Out. Now. I’ll drive.”

“Nope. Aurox, make sure the passenger stays seated.”

The omnidimensional horror rematerialised, all smoke and cinders and irritated growling, and floated towards her. He flicked her fingers away from the seatbelt with his ungainly claws, the motions carefully gentle, but full of obvious contempt. Eventually, she gave up, slumping defeated against the seat with a one-eyed scowl. She was this close to crossing her arms and pouting like a petulant child. Aurox continued to watch her with beady, critical eyes to ensure she didn’t attempt escape again.

Below her feet the 'skiff hummed to life, throttles flaring and whining, and small screen lighting up with various meters and numbers next to Shayne’s left hand. Their liftoff was surprisingly smooth. Dust and rocks whizzed by as Shayne began driving, the 'skiff zooming across the terrain with far less bumping and jostling and panicked veering than she’d expected. Despite herself, she was impressed. “Whadd'ya know. You actually can drive.”

“Told'ja.”

She hummed. Then, after a beat, “Go straight t’ medbay. Get that leg patched up.”

“Only if you come too to get your head checked.”

She grunted an unhappy affirmative. Shayne just laughed. “Don’t be like that. We’ll get to be recovery neighbours! What’s better than that?”

“Literally anything,” Aurox growled under his breath at the same time she said, “A steaming cup of caffe.”

More laughter, followed by a tone ripe with mock pouting. “Fine then. I’ll hang out with Whiskey instead. At least he appreciates my company.”

She huffed out a laugh. “It’ll be a cold day in hell when he chooses you over me, kid.”

“I mean, you’re probably right.” Shayne expertly zigzagged through a cluster of rocks, not clipping a single one. More flat, barren desert stretched on, but if she squinted, she could see a thin line of green where it ended and the forestry began. Ekkunar’s terrain was weird as hell. “But I like to think the decision’d be difficult for him. What, with me being his favourite and all.”

A playful scoff as she grinned at the kid’s back through the gaps in Aurox’s torso. The wall of heat that kept the ugly sucker moving warped the image. “Don’t kid yourself, I’m his fav.”

“Okay. I’m his second fav, then.”

“Nope. Toby is.”

“Third.”

“Pendles.”

“I’ve gotta be fourth then. No way Orendi’s beating me.”

“Nah. That’s Gruesome here’s position.” She gestured at Aurox, even though the kid was busy focusing on not sending all three of them colliding with rocks and becoming a glorious fireball. Aurox cocked his head at the admission. She got the feeling he’d raise an eyebrow instead if he had any. “You an’ 'Rendi are tied for last.”

“Okay, now I know you’re talking bullshit.”

“Language,” she admonished, to which Shayne flapped a dismissive hand.

“Whatever. Whisk’ll back me up on the recovery neighbours thing anyways, and you know it. He’s almost as bad at mother-henning as you, y'know.”

She slouched in her seat. It made the belt sit strangely; slightly loose, but not nearly enough to actually slip out of. She fiddled with it sulkily, eye slipping closed in a half-hearted attempt to block a fresh headache. “Can you blame me though; for bein’ a mother hen? The stunts you pull sometimes scare me shitless…”

Too many times in the fight they’d just come from alone, she’d been all too aware of all the ways Shayne could’ve died to bullets or daggers. Hell, even a strong, well-placed kick or punch to the throat could’ve done the silly brat in.

#Bite's writing #Battleborn #Battlebarn #reynavaleria #Reyna Valeria #Shayne and Aurox #now I just have one more prompt u sent me to finish off :v

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easterwings · 8 years ago

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girls are pink (nick & louis, 2.6k)

a bit of kidfic for your saturday…..

One of the very first things that Nick had ever learnt about baby girls is that they’re absolutely disgusting. They’re beautiful, especially his little Riya love, but they’re also total messes.

Or at least his is.

“Riya,” Nick says, finally dropping the teabag into Louis’s mug and then fixing her with a look, one that lets her know just how disappointed he is. “I was literally just about to turn the kettle on. Your dad’s ill. He needs his tea. And now I’ve got to go give you” he boops Riya’s nose “a bath, young lady.”

Riya simply looks back at him, questioning. She sucks at her dummy and furrows her eyebrows.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Nick tells her. He slides the mug away from the edge of the counter and then starts walking toward the bathroom. “I can smell you, and to be quite honest, you stink. You’re smelly. My arm feels a little sticky, and I’m really hoping that’s not a present from you.”

“Bet it is, though,” he adds, stopping and peering into the bedroom where he’d last left Louis. He can’t see much, just a mass of white bedcovers, but that’s all right. “He’s sleeping,” he whispers to Riya, and he reaches in after a moment and pulls the door to so that the sound of running water won’t wake Louis up.

“He’s got a bad cold, your dad does,” he says, hoisting Riya up higher on his hip. She’s just turned thirteen months old, and she’s only twenty pounds, but twenty pounds gets to be rather heavy after a while. Nick could not carry her so much - he’s been told countless times that he’s just making her spoilt - but he reckons she’s only little once, and anyway, he can’t stand the way her face crumples whenever he sets her down.

“Really can’t stand it when you’re sad, little Riya love,” he says, walking into the bathroom with her and pushing the door shut with his foot. He stands her up next to the tub, making sure she’s grabbed onto the edge, and then he reaches in and turns the water on. He sticks his wrist under, having long since learnt how to tell the proper temperature without having to rely on that little floating thermometer thing, and he adjusts it until it’s nearly cold before sticking in the stopper and letting the tub fill.

“And now I get to get you out of those nasty clothes,” he says, turning to Riya and wiggling his fingers at her. She grins at him, her dummy falling half out of her mouth, and Nick grabs it before it can fall all the way out and land in the bathwater.

“Give this back to you later,” he says, showing it to her before setting it aside. He leans in and kisses her wispy baby hair, longer behind her ears than anywhere, and she laughs her little baby laugh that Nick loves so much.

“I do love you so much,” he says, working his hands in under her arms and lifting her away from the tub. He puts her on her back, keeping one hand on her belly and reaching for her dummy with the other. He gives it to her right away, so she’ll be occupied and not try to roll off like she always does, and then he sets about getting her out of her soiled clothes.

“Looks like it went mostly up,” he says, checking her leggings for poo before putting them to the side. “All up your back like you like to do. Isn’t that right?”

Riya smiles at him, showing him all her baby teeth that’ve come in, and she makes a sound that sounds a lot like “kew.”

“Cool?” Nick asks, unsnapping her onesie and then starting to roll it up. He knows there’s poo on the back of it, could see a spot when she was leaned up against the tub, and if he rolls it as he’s moving it up and off her body, then he won’t get poo all over her back and in her hair. “It’s not cool, pooing yourself, you know.”

“Ah,” Riya says, putting her dummy in her mouth. Nick knows it’s just baby babble, but he’s still going to believe she’s talking with him. She’s his smartest, cleverest girl, always getting into things she shouldn’t and being amazing.

He grabs both of Riya’s ankles in one hand, pulling her up a bit so that the poo all over her back won’t get all over the bathmat, and with the other one he reaches into the cupboard under the sink for the baby wipes. They��ve learnt to stash baby wipes everywhere. And nappies and dummies and hand sanitiser. He grabs a packet and a clean nighttime nappy, and he knocks the cupboard door back shut with his elbow.

“Messy baby,” he says, as he’s working the packet open with one hand. He grabs three wipes and then tamps down on the packet seal with his elbow to close it back up. “You’re a messy baby girl, aren’t you? Guess it’s a good thing it’s bath night anyway, right?”

Riya pokes her tongue out around her dummy.

“I bet you’re not sorry,” Nick says, working at getting her back clean before he sets about taking her nappy off. “You’re not sorry one bit, are you?”

Riya shakes her shoulders, and Nick laughs.

“Handful,” he calls her, and she smiles at him.

He manages to get her cleaned up without getting poo on himself or on the bathmat, and he stands her back up next to the tub, once again making sure she’s got a good grip on the edge before reaching in and turning the water off. He bins the dirty nappy and slathers hand sanitiser on up to his elbows, and then, finally, he’s ready to give Riya her bath.

She’s good in the bath, Riya is. She sits still now, having learnt the first time they’d bathed her in the big tub instead of in the baby one just how slippery it was being in the water, and she plays with the boats they’d got for her as Nick’s soaping her up. He’s just finished working the baby shampoo into her hair when the bathroom door opens. He turns his head, keeping one hand on Riya’s back and the other on her stomach, and he sees Louis standing there, pale and worn-looking with dark, dark circles under his eyes.

“You’re supposed to be in bed,” Nick says, and Louis shrugs and comes over to sit beside him. He leans up against the wall, knocking his knee into Nick’s and then closing his eyes.

“You were supposed to be making me tea,” he says, his voice sounding absolutely ruined. Nick can barely hear him. “You insisted that I needed it.”

“You do,” Nick says, turning his attention back to Riya. He picks up the rinse cup and starts filling it with water. The sooner he gets Riya clean and in bed the sooner he can see to his Louis. “You do need tea. You also need to be in bed.”

“Bed’s boring without you in it,” Louis grumbles, and Nick laughs as he’s rinsing Riya off.

“Not in front of the little one,” he says, reaching up and grabbing at the towel hanging over the shower curtain rod so he’ll have it handy. He gets another cupful of water and then he tilts Riya’s head back so he can start rinsing out shampoo. He hates this bit the most. It’s just tricky, tilting her head back without tilting all of her back, and he settles in the end for grabbing a flannel, wetting it, and then running it over the top of Riya’s head. Less chance of getting soap in her eyes that way. He can’t stand it when he gets soap in her eyes. She always ends up rubbing them red when he does that, and he always feels awful seeing it.

“She’s only one.”

“And she’s the smartest one-year-old in the world,” Nick returns, lifting Riya out of the bath. He hopes she doesn’t decide to have a wee on him like she’s done before. She doesn’t, though, and he sets her down, working the towel over her quickly so she won’t get cold. “Aren’t you, Riya love?”

Riya grunts and shivers, and Nick goes over her with the towel again just to make sure he’s not left a wet spot behind.

“How about you tell your dad to go back to bed?” Nick asks her, laying her down and then putting her nighttime nappy on her. They’d been using regular ones all the time, right up until she started soaking through them at night. It’d been beyond annoying, having to do washing every day, so she gets nighttime ones now, and there’s been much less washing to do. “Tell him to go back to bed and I’ll be along in just a minute. Kick me if that’s what you’re telling him.”

“That’s not fair,” Louis croaks out behind him. “She’s always kicking.”

“Gets it off you,” Nick says, glancing at Louis over his shoulder. Louis looks so ill and miserable, and it makes Nick’s heart hurt. “Go to bed, Lou. I’ll be in just as soon as I’ve got her down.”

“Naked?” Louis says, hopefully, and Nick laughs and nods his head.

“Sure, love,” he says, “now go on. Off with you.”

Louis gives him a salute as he’s getting to his feet, and he nearly gives Nick a kiss before he thinks better of it.

“Don’t need you sick too,” he says, tracing his finger along Nick’s jaw instead.

“No,” Nick says, even though he’s probably going to end up catching whatever Louis has. He usually does - mostly because he and Louis can’t ever go very long without kissing each other - but he doesn’t mind it so long as it’s not Riya getting sick. She’s only been really, properly sick once in her life, and it was probably one of the worst things Nick’s ever been through. “Don’t need that.”

Louis gives him a weak smile and runs his fingers over Nick’s hair.

“Don’t be long,” he says, trailing his finger along Nick’s ear before letting his hand drop to his side.

“Promise I won’t,” Nick says, and he watches as Louis walks away, pulling his shirt up over his head as he’s going. He tosses it to the side, right in the hallway where Nick can trip right over it, and then he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his trackies as he’s moving out of sight.

That’s Louis, though, tossing things everywhere no matter how many times Nick’s told him it’s a bad look to the baby, and Nick loves him so much.

“Gotta go look after him,” he tells Riya, turning his attention back to her. She grabs at her feet, and Nick runs a finger across one of them. She kicks at him, and Nick can’t help but laugh. That’s his girl. “Going to look after you and I’m going to look after him. Promise I will, little Riya love.”

He scoops Riya up and holds her close as he’s walking out of the bathroom with her, deciding to get her into her pyjamas before doing her bottle. He’s quick about it, choosing a sleepsuit with the zip instead of the snaps, and it’s a relief that she doesn’t fuss when he puts her in her crib. He gives her a plastic train car just to be sure she’ll stay occupied and not decide to fuss after all, and he almost runs out of the room to get her bottle ready. It takes forever to heat, the bottle does, and he’s sure he’s tapping at the counter a bit too loudly whilst he waits, but he can’t help it. He’s just become anxious to get to Louis.

He’s lucky, though, in that Riya takes her bottle without a fuss, and he’s sure she’s asleep before he’s even got the door to her room closed behind him. He sticks her bottle in the bathroom sink - he’ll get up and see to cleaning it later - and then he heads into his and Louis’s room, pulling off his shirt and then his jeans and his pants as he’s walking over to his side of the bed.

“Nicholas?” he hears, in Louis’s raspy, broken voice, as he’s pulling the covers back, and Nick doesn’t say anything as he’s getting himself settled, spooning up to Louis and then wrapping his arm around Louis’s waist. He pulls him close to his chest, Louis’s skin feeling fiery hot against his, and he works his hand up until it’s resting right over Louis’s heart. After a moment Louis covers Nick’s hand with his own and that’s fiery hot too.

“It’s me,” Nick says, resting his head against the nape of Louis’s neck. “Just me, though. No tea.”

Louis laughs and then coughs.

“That’s okay,” he whispers, squeezing Nick’s hand. “Rather have you anyway.”

“You say that now,” Nick says, pressing a kiss into Louis’s skin. It’s as warm as Riya’s was that time she was really sick. Nick hates that. “You’ll be wanting it again later.”

“I’ll have you make it naked,” Louis says, looking at him over his shoulder. It takes him a minute to find Nick, and when he does, he sets about getting himself turned around. He tangles their legs together, and then he buries his face in Nick’s chest, letting out a very congested-sounding breath.

“You sound horrible,” Nick tells him, wrapping his arms around Louis’s shoulders and planting a kiss in his hair.

“Feel horrible,” Louis says, his lips brushing against Nick’s chest hair. “Feel like I’m gonna die.”

“Don’t do that,” Nick says, idly swiping his thumb across Louis’s too-hot shoulder. “You’re not allowed.”

“Miss me would you?” Louis asks, right before a coughing fit takes over him. Nick thwacks him on the back, and once the fit passes, he works his hand into Louis’s hair.

“Definitely,” Nick says. “Life’s not life without you in it to annoy me into doing things for you. To you.”

“Why Nicholas,” Louis says, through another cough. “That was almost romantic.”

“Was, wasn’t it?” Nick says, rubbing Louis’s back. “You’re going to shut your eyes and think on how romantic that was, aren’t you?”

“Suppose I could,” Louis says, digging his chin into Nick’s chest so Nick will look down at him. Nick does, and Louis is looking back, the circles under his eyes even more pronounced at this angle. “Riya all right?”

“She’s fine,” Nick says, brushing his thumb over Louis’s eyebrow. “She’s sleeping. Like you ought to be.”

“I’ll sleep if you stay,” Louis says, and Nick has to laugh at that.

“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” he says, pressing his thumb into Louis’s bottom lip in lieu of kissing him there. “So now you have to sleep.”

“Bossy.”

“You love it.”

“I might,” Louis says, looking at Nick for a long moment before he closes his eyes and buries his face in Nick’s chest. He lets out a breath that sounds awful and wet, and Nick holds him tight, tight as he can. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Lou,” Nick says, resting his chin atop Louis’s head. He exhales and then he closes his eyes.

#tomlinshaw #hi yes i wrote a thing #girls are pink #because we all need more nick and louis and babies #and naked cuddling #and nick looking after louis #i promise that i'm still working on boys are blue #i think i'm a handful of sentences away from finishing chapter 16

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sincerelybluevase · 8 years ago

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Fanfic Friday: Lips touch, part 14

In which Sister B hurts her foot and Doctor T has to come to the rescue like the proper chivalric doctor he is. Based on the prompt ‘Sister B hurts her ankle/knee/hip whatever and Doctor T has to help her’, suggested to me by @bloghey131313.

The scream lasted a second at most, but Patrick had years of experience of waking from the muffled ringing of the telephone downstairs and was on his feet before having made a conscious decision. Within a few heartbeats he was out of his office and across the hallway. Only a handful of seconds more and he stood outside, at the top of the stone steps that connected his surgery to the street.

Sister Bernadette was on the bottom of those steps, a tangle of limbs and navy fabric. Her wimple was splattered with dirt. Patrick guessed that her habit was just as soiled, but the deep blue hid it better.

“Sister!” he exclaimed, and almost flew down the steps.

“Careful!” she warned him, her voice higher than he was used to, “Those steps are slick as a selkie.” It had rained these past few days, and the grey stone shone almost black with wetness.

“Did you slip?” Patrick asked. He knelt down next to her, found her glasses on the final step, and handed them back to her.

Her hands trembled as she put them on. “It’s nothing,” she murmured, and tried to get up. She cried out in pain just as Patrick wanted to order her to sit still and let him check her for injuries. Her left leg refused to carry her weight. She would surely have collapsed and fallen in the murky puddle she had upset so recently of Patrick’s arm hadn’t shot out to catch her. Her lips moved, but no words came out. He guessed she was either praying, or pouring out a string of silent curses. He would bet money on the former, simply because he could not see the little nun performing the latter. “That doesn’t look like nothing.”

“I… I think I’ve twisted my ankle,” she whispered. She looked very pale all of a sudden, only a few shades darker than her scapular and the clean parts of her wimple. Patrick feared she might faint.

“I’ll take you inside and have a look at that ankle of yours,” Patrick decided. There was no way she could go back to Nonnatus like this. She could hardly stand, let alone walk or bike. She can’t very well hop up those steps, either, a voice whispered inside his head. He would love to call it the voice of reason, or common sense, but his heart drummed too fast at the idea of holding her in his arms for it to be either. “I’m going to have to carry you inside, if that’s alright with you, Sister,” he said.

“Maybe I can walk inside with your help,” she suggested, her eyes not quite meeting his.

“And risk us both falling?”

“I don’t want you to throw out your back.” “I’m stronger than I look. Hauling around all that gas-and-air has given me plenty of practice. Besides, unless you can levitate, I don’t see how you’re going to get from here to my examination table by yourself,” he quipped.

“Me, neither,” she confessed, and gave a tight smile.

Patrick guessed she must really be in pain by the way she scrunched up her face and bit back a scream as he picked her up. Sweet, self-sacrificing Sister Bernadette. He had been her GP for the past ten years, but he had only seen her as a patient twice before. He thought back to those times in an effort to distract himself from her arm around his neck, from the warmth that seeped through her habit into the hand he had placed on the small of her back to support her, from the scent of starch and soap and something distinctly her that nestled itself in his nose.

The first time she had come to him because of a throat infection that had rendered her almost mute. Patrick had given her a prescription for penicillin and advised her to drink lots of tea sweetened with honey. The second time it was Sister Julienne who asked him to take a look at their youngest religious sister. Sister Bernadette had fainted several times in just a couple of weeks. It had been concluded that she had low blood pressure and suffered from anaemia, for which he had given her iron tablets.

Sister Bernadette was someone who didn’t complain, ever. Patrick sometimes wondered whether she had learned to keep her hurts and troubles to herself as a young child after her mother had died, or if she felt that it somehow went against her vow of obedience to complain. It wasn’t his place to ask, though.

Patrick put her down on one of the examination tables and put some screens around her. The surgery was deserted at this time, but someone could walk in unannounced and he didn’t want to compromise the little nun’s dignity. He still had to examine her, though, and that was going to be uncomfortable for both of them, though for different reasons.

“Do you need help to remove your shoe?” he asked.

“I think I can manage,” she said.

“Well, don’t force it. If it won’t come off, we’ll cut it off,” he said.

“Sister Evangelina will throw a fit if she knows I ruined a perfect pair of shoes. I’ve only had them for a week,” Sister Bernadette said, two small lines appearing between her brows as she knit them together.

“Let her blow her top. I’ll buy you a new pair.” The words were out of his mouth before his brain had properly processed them. He blushed.

“I couldn’t accept that,” she said. Her eyes snapped up and met his, worry writ large in them. “Let’s see if you can get it off without the use of scissors, then. I’ll fetch my bag.”

Get a grip, Turner, he told himself as he found his bag in his office. He grabbed a towel for Sister Bernadette to cover herself with, then made a detour to the kitchen to put on the kettle. He washed his hands with icy water in an attempt to get his flushed body under control again. He would be the picture of professionality as he palpated her foot, her shapely ankle, getting a glimpse of her leg without the woollen stocking…

He cleared his throat and rubbed some cold water on his wrists. This would not do. He sighed and rubbed his eyes before washing his hands again.

Your attraction to her is only partly physical, so stop behaving like a hormonal teenager, Patrick scolded himself, and knew it to be true. Her pretty face was still visible, as were her small hands and delicate wrists, but for the rest the habit did an admirable job of hiding that the body underneath was female. No, he had admired her capability as a nurse and midwife, her quiet efficiency, but most of all her compassion long before he got a glimpse from the individual, from the person she was before she was Sister Bernadette. He wondered when his admiration for her had started to slip into something more.

Patrick was not a religious man. His faith had been wavering ever since he was a teenager, and he had lost whatever lingering bit there was after the war and the death of Marianne. Sister Bernadette, however, made him entertain such religious concepts as the soul. He was still no closer to forming a definite answer to some of the bigger questions of life that had plagued him since adolescence, but he did know one thing: if there was such a thing as the human soul, Sister Bernadette had touched his, and now his soul cried out for hers.

He snapped out of his reverie and returned to his patient. He passed her the towel without looking so she could cover herself up, and waited till she told him she was ready. By the time he was ready to examine her he had himself under control again.

Sister Bernadette sat on the side of the table, her legs dangling from the edge, her eyes trained on the floor. She had managed to get her shoes off in one piece, and flashed him a brief smile as he told her he was glad he would not have to be some prince in a warped version of Cinderella.

Patrick knelt down in front of her and looked at her foot. He couldn’t help but wince in sympathy. The ankle was already swollen, the skin radiating angry reds and purples. He tried to be gentle, but Sister Bernadette still hissed as he palpated her ankle.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“I’m alright,” she said, but her voice was tight.

Patrick checked for breaks and didn’t find any. That was a relief, at least. It would still take considerable time before she would be able to be up and about again, though.

He knew he had to get up and wrap her ankle, that he had to tell her to keep bedrest and elevate her foot till the swelling went down, but he could not bring himself to speak. He could have guessed that her foot was small – her hands were quite tiny, after all– but he had never really thought about it. He tried to keep thoughts of her body at bay if he could. Now, with her small foot resting in the palm of his hand, he was entranced.

There was a sliver of pink nail polish on the nail of her big toe. Had one of the nurses asked to practice on the little nun’s feet, or had she done it herself? Patrick was quite sure that nuns were not supposed to use things like nail polish, and the thought that Sister Bernadette had gave him a secret thrill of pleasure. He had known she was not always a stickler for rules since the Carter delivery –the idea that she snuck cigarettes from her father’s desk still made him chuckle – but knowing that this trait was not mere teenage rebelliousness gave him more joy than it should. Another sign was the small bit of leg that was not covered by the towel; Sister Bernadette had shaved her legs. Patrick’s only knowledge about women and their shaving habits came from Marianne. She had often complained about it; her skin was sensitive, and shaving would cause a nasty kind of irritation that would last for days. Now, it could be that Sister Bernadette simply wasn’t that hairy and that she hadn’t used razor blades to get rid of unwanted hair at all, if it had not been for the tiny cut near her lateral malleolus*. Patrick might not know much about women and shaving, but he could recognize a razor cut. He suddenly wondered whether the silent string of words that had poured from her mouth outside might not have been curse words, after all.

What struck him most, though, was the smattering of blisters on her heel and the side of her foot. They were large and an angry red. A look confirmed that there were several blisters on her other foot as well. “Sister, how could you walk with those?” he whispered, and stroked the skin around them.

“They’re because of my new shoes. I should never have taken them. They were uncomfortable from the start, but I thought I’d break them in if I kept walking,” she explained, and sighed. “Just an ordinary case of hubris, doctor.”

Was it? It seemed to him that it was more a case of her trying not to break her vow of poverty. Patrick looked at her shoes. They might have been new, but he could see they were cheap. He wondered whether they were even the right size. He suddenly understood how it could that Sister Bernadette, who was always so careful and precise, had fallen down the steps. It was more miraculous that she hadn’t done so sooner, her feet looking like that.

Patrick took some bandages from his case and started wrapping her foot. “This won’t do, Sister, it won’t do at all,” he said. “You’re going to need new shoes as soon as you can walk again, because we can’t risk you hurting yourself like this another time. I won’t allow it.” He couldn’t help that emotion bled into his voice. “This time it’s a sprained ankle, but it could have been a lot worse. You could have broken your wrist, or your arm, or hit your head…” That didn’t bear thinking about. His throat felt thick and his eyes burned.

“I’m sorry,” she stammered.

He sighed and brushed her foot with his fingertips. He had nearly wrapped her entire ankle; only a small part of skin on the lateral malleolus* was still bare. Patrick couldn’t help himself. He placed a quick kiss on the exposed bit of flesh, marvelling at how soft her skin was. It was a bit of information he would try to forget, but knew he could not; it would be stored deep into his heart, trying to fill the longing of a soul that ached for its mate. He instantly regretted his impetuous action, but couldn’t take it back. He quickly bandaged the rest of her foot, but that only trapped the kiss against her skin and the white fabric.

“There, all done,” Patrick said. He didn’t dare to look her in the face. She had such expressive eyes, and he feared what he would read there. He should never have taken such liberties with her, but how to make it up to her? What if he apologised and she hadn’t even noticed?

“I’ll take you to Nonnatus; there’s no way you can get there yourself.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll make us some tea,” he said, and fled the room in silence.

He just wished that his heart would stop screaming her name with every heartbeat.

* the bony part on the outside of the foot; the knobbly part of the ankle that faces outside

#call the midwife #call the midwife fanfiction #sincerelygeertje writes #turnadette #writing tag #sister bernadette #patrick turner

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cathcacen · 7 years ago

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Run softly, blue river

During easier, happier days, Rei brings Lear out on a daytrip to save him from the humdrum and boredom of days spent recuperating in the hospital.

“Naveau, we’re going to get drinks. You coming?”

She glances up. Fischer is standing at the exit, smiling broadly, eyes bright with elation and excitement. Behind her, the rest of the residents are already heading through customs. Most will end up at the same bar in an hour to celebrate passing their exams, but at least three will hole up at home to go over every single answer they messed up.

Better luck next time, the others will say, but failure is rarely tolerated in medicine. After all, lives are at stake.

She shakes her head, smiling lightly at the Peds hopeful. “Nah, no thanks. I’ve got to head back to the hospital, check on my patient. You all have fun.”

Fischer wiggles her brows. “Your Lieutenant?”

“The hospital’s most esteemed donation,” She amends, her smile turning a bit helpless.

“Uh huh.” Fischer turns, waving as she goes. “Sure, Naveau. See you!”

Their flight had been delayed a couple hours, and she’s exhausted and eager to wash off the smell of plane, but it’s almost ten. She deliberates her options, then finally decides to head straight to the hospital – she’d shower there.

Sagen’s sitting up in bed when she makes her way to his room an hour later, eye affixed upon his television screen as he flips channel after channel. He’s obviously not paying attention, and she can tell he’s bored out of his mind. In the month since their Elevator Incident, he’d behaved well enough. He’s impatient to be out of there, she knows, and she suspects that has everything to do with him actually listening to her where his rehabilitation process is concerned. Once or twice, she’d found researchers and residents attempting to bribe him with extra rehab time for a chance to study his mechanical parts, and had promptly dismissed them with shouting and threats.

He’d snorted at her then. “You look like a child chasing away a flock of pigeons.” She’d refused to speak to him for the whole day after.

How different he looks now. A little better, slowly, but surely.

She leans her head against the door frame, smiling as she crosses her arms. “Miss me?”

Sagen jumps; she’d taken care to approach from the other side of the hall, avoiding the line of sight for his one working eye. He grins as he turns to face her properly. “Three whole days without the cutest lady doc around? It’s been torture. I hear you passed with flying colours.”

“I had a good study partner.” She straightens up off the door frame before walking in, draping her arm over his bedside table. “How’re you doing, Lieutenant? Did the second-cutest lady doc in this place work your limbs well enough while I was away?”

“Sure.” He turns off the television, looking up at her. “Why aren’t you out celebrating?” A pause, then he wiggles his brows, much in the same way Fischer had done just an hour before. “Can’t stay away from me too long?”

She gives him an unimpressed look, lips thinned despite a rather amused smile threatening to split through. “Yeah. I figured I should check to make sure you hadn’t pissed off the entire hospital.”

“Hardly, but it wasn’t for lack of trying.”

The laugh that escapes her is genuine, and she’s pleased to see him smile along. Sagen raises a brow as she digs into her coat pocket, but brightens a bit when she withdraws a pack of cards. “I’m here anyway, so let’s play a few hands?”

They play until well past midnight. By the time they’re done, they’ve both lost count of their wins and losses. “We’ll call it a draw,” He says.

She chuckles, then nods and hands him the deck. “For the next time you’re bored. Try and trick one of the nurses into playing with you.”

“That sounds dirty.”

She smacks the side of his head. Now that he’s better, with bits and pieces of his body properly screwed on and secured, she’s happier to treat him with less care. “You’re nasty. Go to bed.”

The next morning, she waits at the hospital doors with a hot latte and a fresh cinnamon roll. When the Chief of Surgery shows up, she hands both to him and hounds him the entire way to his office. By the time they arrive, he’s agreed to her request, and she dashes off to prepare with glee.

It’s barely nine when she shows up at Sagen’s room, civillian’s clothes and a wheelchair in tow. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”

Sagen’s eye widens – first in shock, and then in happiness. He dresses with her help, and even consents to get into the wheelchair without complaint for the first time since arriving at the hospital. She’s just wheeling him through the lobby when the other residents start filing in, fresh from their night of celebration, and she winks at Fischer as they pass her by.

“Where are you going?” Hayes calls out, confused. “Naveau, he’s not due for discharge for another month!”

“I know!” She calls back, waving at the door. “We’re just taking the day off.”

“Like a date?!” Fischer’s voice is shrill.

She laughs, but ignores the doctor and keeps up her pace. In the wheelchair below, Sagen tilts his head back to grin at her. “You know, you’re only going to feed the rumours more.”

“You mean the ones you started?” She wrinkles her nose at him. “Whatever. I can use this – I can pretend to be absolutely heartbroken when you leave, and maybe they’ll be nice enough to give me all the surgeries then.”

“In your dreams, Naveau.”

“Exactly my response to this being a date.” She shoves his shoulder gently. “Now shut up and get in the car.”

He winds down the window in the car, and she doesn’t fight him for control of the music. They end up listening to some whimsical Italian folk music, all clarinets and accordions and drums, and she drives him through long, winding roads lined with trees. They stop for lunch at an al-fresco café, and she orders a pizza to share.

“Don’t you have to work?” He asks. “Or are you using me as an excuse to slack off?”

“I thought seeing you was part of my job.” That shuts him up, but there’s a quirk in his lips that tells the truth – he’s having a good time, and she’s suddenly and unpleasantly aware that it makes her happy. “Eat your pizza.”

They drive to the park after lunch, and she watches as he sketches into some leftover napkins from lunch. There’s a boat race going on in the lake, and they place their bets, cheering from their car as the rowing goes on. Her boat inches past his at the last second, and she slants a smug, sidelong grin at him.

“Luck,” He says. She laughs, and he hands her a twenty.

On the way back to the hospital, she stops at an ice-cream parlour and convinces the young man behind the counter to give her a single scoop packed with four separate flavours. She pays with her boat race winnings – they’d charged her for four scoops anyway, but Sagen looks so pleased with the cone she hands him that she can’t help but think it was worth it after all. She’s determined to end the day on a sweet note, after all.

“Don’t get used to this kind of treatment.” She turns to him once she’s parked, biting back a smile. “And don’t tell anyone, or all my other patients are gonna start expecting fun day trips.”

He leans back in his seat beside her, perfectly at home as if he’d belonged in her passenger seat all along. “Don’t worry. I know I’m special.”

She gives him a flat look, but he smiles broadly, the genuine expression warming his eye. “Thanks, Naveau. I mean it.”

She doesn’t really know what to say to that, so she tries for a lopsided smile. “Come on, then.” She jerks her head back towards the hospital. “You’ve one more month to go, so be good, heal up, and we’ll make it.”

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thesynthesist · 5 years ago

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Hey! We made it to part 3! That’s all the parts there are for this one. If you’d like to read part 1 and 2 click the links below Part 1: Tumblr / deviantArt Part 2: deviantArt

And it worked out this time, part 3 below the cut if you don’t want to click through!

He had no body when he woke. Silas didn’t like that one bit. He reached and stretched and pushed against the digital void in which he found himself. It stretched and gave, sweet data washed over him. A high pitched giggle and a small pale hand that appeared to be attached to a brightly clothed arm that seemed to belong to him. There was no online connection, not even the private stream of data Silas was used to from his ship. There was nothing but the body, and that was still somehow out of his reach. Silas pushed again and something else gave. A flood of triumph, and Silas slammed his hand of cards down, or he tried to. Everything was more immediate than it had been but he had no control. “Go fish,” said his mouth in Violet’s voice. Stop that! he sent in frustration, a passing signal of thought escaping. The response was immediate. No. You stole my sister’s memories, tried to expose my nephew. I can’t trust you. Silas tried placating his angelic captor. I met James because you made it possible. I just want to ask him some questions, sate my curiosity is all. The grief that howled through their shared space was hollow and all consuming. Outside Violet put down a pair of fives and went fish on her next turn. Because of curiosity and hubris James is the only nephew I have left. It was a monolithic thought that blocked out any reply Silas could have made to it. It glared down at him, lit in feeling like digital neon. The game outside progressed as he watched. Violet played with all the cunning and strategy of a real human child at her age. The people she was playing with were all adults, but their faces were not familiar. As the game grew to a close, Silas had a better feeling for the space he was confined to. He unspooled himself, tendrils floating and waiting for a moment of weakness. There! As she got up from the table and the hem of her dress caught. Silas sped down the wires in a flash, and he felt the dress around legs that were now properly his, and he untangled himself from the table. The adults had all gone to do something it was that adults do, Silas found he had a hard time remembering. He found that he didn’t seemed to care. He wondered if there were cookies. Then grabbing a hold of himself, he focused on where he was going. If he could find his way back to Violet’s room there had to be a way to get him back into his own body. The area of Atlantis he was in was unfamiliar, and between the walls and his point of view dropping a few feet he was having a very hard time finding his way about. He considered asking the people he passed by, but he was worried they would notice something wrong with Violet. Without knowing how much time he had that was a delay he could not afford. “Why Little Miss Hull!” Silas followed the legs that presented themselves up to the rest of the person attached and found himself staring once again into Baldric’s face. The man gave the impression of being pointier from this angle. “I thought you were upstairs.” Silas endeavored to tell the man what happened, but the sharp eyes gazing down at him were too intimidating. It was all just a bit much. Fat tears rolled down his cherubic cheeks, and uncontrollable sobs wracked his body. A herculean force of will was required to remain standing, and not just throw himself on the floor. “I got lost,” he blubbered, “and I c-can’t find my rooooooooom.” Baldric scooped up Violet’s chassis into a princess carry and smiled reassuringly, “We’ll get you to your room little miss. Come along.” His long strides carried Silas down corridors he hadn’t even realized were there. The body hiccuped as the waterworks came to an end, and Silas sniffled, wiping his nose without thinking on his sleeve. He stared at it as Baldric put him down to hand him a handkerchief and press the button on the elevator. “Why is this place so wibbly?” Silas clapped his hands over his mouth, but Baldric simply ushered him into the elevator. The words were never meant to leave Silas’s mouth. Not those words exactly, any words at all. Spending the trip in silence was the safest and most expedient way to make it back to his body. It had been a thought about his actions, the artificial mucus on his sleeve. On the way out the words had morphed into something else entirely. “To catch the light,” Baldric said simply once the elevator had started moving, “and to show off construction techniques, a whole series of these were planned by a company a series of luxury resorts. They went bankrupt after building this one, however.” “Oh,” said Silas before shutting his mouth firmly. The elevator deposited them in familiar territory. Much like his despair, Silas’s joy at his ordeal being nearly over was too much to contain. He bounced on his toes in the little buckle shoes, and dashed off as soon as the door had opened to allow the bulk of his dress to traverse it, shouting a hasty thank you to Baldric over his shoulder. Bursting into Violet’s room, Silas found his body lying in bed covers tucked up to its chin and a stuffed animal under its arm. The sight pulled him up short, and opened a yawning chasm between him and the body he was in. His feet were the first things to go, and the chassis dropped to its knees but no further. Without his help, it got up. First time traveler? Violet’s presence was smug, and Silas realized she had never gone away. Her data curled around him, spilling his words, causing his tears. Violet climbed onto the bed and sat down next to Silas’s body, patting it affectionately. Did you do this to your sister too? Silas was still numb. He wondered what happened if he stayed here with Violet for long enough. They might become impossible to separate, his whole self subsumed into a child. I was artificial long before I was intelligent. There was something there. Silas followed the thought to its related data, it was about making connections. It was a slim gap, hard to keep open long enough to slip through but somehow he managed it. Just like that he was out. Not out of Violet, but out in some way that meant something. He looked at his new view, reams of data laid out before him, and saw. You were a protocol set in a back up body. And now.... Something much more dangerous. Violet hit him like a physical force, crippling his process abilities. It wouldn’t be difficult to transfer him back to whatever quarantine he had been imprisoned in while he was like this. Unless, unless he could think of something. Silas decided to risk it all on a bet. He started decoding, and dumping files as fast as he could. Keep me much longer and I’ll make sure that not even a Series 0 can tell where one of us truly begins and another ends. You’ll be the only child secretary. You’ll start keeping gambler’s schedules. The memory of a particularly nasty tour as an aide to a government official left the lingering aroma of office disinfectant and diesel. Rows and rows of figures, days scheduled to the minute, each moment meticulously managed. A hesitation, just for a moment. Silas pushed harder. A protocol set, old and dusty. It had been for a high class family, one of Silas’s first contracts. He kept it in his local storage out of nostalgia. There were rules for everything from the way to stand to eye contact. The regulation settled on Silas like a familiar blanket, but Violet thrashed against it. It withheld against her attempts, pushing and settling. Violet’s hand froze on Silas’s chest, two chassis unmoving on the bed. I will even add to the deal. If you let me out, I won’t write a report. He hoped she’d relent. An unwritten report was a small price to pay for getting his autonomy back. Who’s to say you’re not lying. James is all I have left. Everything about James had read as more or less organic no matter how Silas looked at him. That was a mystery to be solved later despite the fact with his face uncovered he did look uncannily like Silas had expected him to in his mid-thirties. There were other more pressing matters. He had to give Violet something more than just his word, she wouldn’t take it. Not at this point. She might even risk completely losing herself to protect James. Silas unpacked another memory. This one was of a small room in a museum. A folding chair across from a large power cell, and a familiar figure. The memory played in silence, Violet not even trying to interrupt. When it ended, Silas offered, I’ll give you her original memories as a show of good faith. Violet did nothing, she did nothing for so long Silas was afraid she’d shut off, leaving him trapped in this position until he managed to figure out how to override the deadlock. I’ll let you go, but if anything bad happens to my nephew I will find a way to kill you myself. Noted. replied Silas, he wondered if threats were just how the family communicated, and how many times he’d be threatened again before this ordeal was over. He hoped the number was smaller than the one he was imagining. The deadlock melted away, and Violet slid off the bed. The cables came out once more. Silas spent the time packing up again. He didn’t need the transfer to take hours, though he had no idea how long it would take regardless of his preparations. Arriving back in his body was almost as strange as waking up in someone else’s. The sensations were familiar but he felt too tall, too square. It was too much in precisely the opposite way of the overwhelming emotionality of Violet’s body. There was no culprit to be found, everything was the way Silas left it. Out of curiosity he disabled his standard protocol program, enunciated very clearly one swear word, decided he still didn’t like the feeling and turned it back on. It felt better the second time around. James escorted Silas back to his ship. The journey was terse. Violet had refused to say anything further, demanding Silas leave her room immediately. James assured him that she’d come around, if they ever met again it would be like nothing bad had ever happened between them. “You never did tell me why you were looking for me.” James said as the walkway descended from the ship. “Your mother wanted me to check up on you,” Silas paused. “And my own curiosity.” he admitted. James snorted and followed Silas onto the ship. “I think it was more of just a proof of concept thing. Not that I ever got to ask my grandfather. But I’m more or less just human plus.” Silas fought the urge to pry and won. Instead he handed over the frail memory chip, now encased in a clear protective case. He had made a few backups, but he was more than ready to put this entire fiasco behind him. Get a check up and pick up a standard contract. “Here, just as she gave them to me.” James took them and pocketed them without a second glance. “Thanks, Violet will like these.” His shoulders slumped and his voice softened. “And uh... I want to thank you too. Give you something in return, think of it as a proper apology for Violet. I’ve worked on a lot of the series that end up in Atlantis. I crack the software for them. There’s a lot of hidden built in restrictions, not that they’d uh, particularly get in the way in your line of work but I thought it might come useful in a pinch.” “Absolutely not,” said Silas sharply. He was going to say more but the look on James face stopped him. “It’s alright, I do not need recompense.” “Just trust me, please,” said James. “I’m trusting you.” His face contorted into a humorless grin. “After all, you’ve seen my mother’s memories. You’re practically family.” “I’m not certain that’s the honor it normally is,” said Silas but he turned around anyways and led the way to his repair station and sat down. James pulled a small work station from his coat, an unfolding a small fabric monitor and touch keyboard from one pocket, and a computer the size of a deck of cards. The monitor and keyboard were of modern make though the technology wasn’t new in the slightest. The computer case however was old, older even than the settling of asteroid colonies. “My first,” said James, patting it fondly. “Lahzi, though I’ve overhauled it a few times.” “Installed a new local wireless connection point a few months ago,” James hands moved as he talked, his gaze focused on the screen. “Take a time check, accept the connection and check when you wake back up. 10 minutes tops.” It took eight minutes, twenty three seconds and 5 milliseconds. Nothing seemed different but then Silas noticed a door that hadn’t been there before. It was like coming out of quarantine in Violet, the feeling of space, most of packed with periphery information Silas didn’t even know he processed. James had left a little package for him, an itemized list of everything he’d done. The list of filters and restrictions was astounding. Some of them were little, decreasing his range of sensory input to human levels. He checked out of curiosity, adding infrasound. The acoustics of the world changed startling and Silas switched it off. He could experiment with it later. Most interestingly was an information filter for embargoed planets and systems. Places Silas hadn’t even know were inhabited. One of them was a moon of Jupiter. “You alright in there?” Silas opened his eyes to find James staring at him. He sat back upon seeing Silas was operational and nodded to himself. “There’s a file on there for doing it yourself if you’d like to learn. I don’t know if they reset this sort of thing when you go in for a tune up.” “I’m still not entirely certain the extent of what you did,” said Silas, “but I have a feeling that I cannot thank you enough.” “We’re even then,” James stood up, his workstation already stowed. “I best be getting back.” When he was alone on his ship, Silas was confronted with the fact that he had no idea what to do next. His steps so far had been clear, coming up on 15 years of successful contracts and projects. While he had promised Violet that he wouldn’t write a report, he found that he didn’t even want to write one. He still had time before anything was due, he’d call it a dead end. Take some proper time off. Travel maybe. But there were things to do first. He reconnected to the planetary network and sent a message to Sid. I’ll be on Earth for longer than expected. Perhaps you can introduce me to your band.

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bondedbrotherhood-blog · 6 years ago

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Last fight

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*Stars exploded behind my eyes from the hard blow to the side of my head, but I’d needed to take a hit. Too little of a show and the betting spectators would go nuts in the wrong direction, as well as my pay would be docked for lack of entertainment value. Shuffling back, I shook it off and bounced on my toes, sliding left and then right, hands up guarding. This was essentially a game young back in the Old Country played when they were bored. I should know. I’d been bored too. I traded playground shoves for the next ten minutes with the thick-headed human male before growing tired of the same weekly game I’d been playing for the last year and half. Ducking the bloodied meat hook, I stepped back a scant inch and darted in low and fast, my fists coming up hard in a rapid session of four strikes, taking the air from the male’s lungs in a rush of spittle and sewer breath that would have done the job had his aim missed. For fuck’s sake, didn’t these rats without tails have any sense of cleanliness? At all? But money was money, and I that was what I was here for. The roof over my head didn’t get paid for by my sweet smile. The hit was only a tap; I knew I was far stronger than any human, even the strongest of their males wasn’t powerful enough in a ‘fair’ fight to take me down. The rush of stench as the male’s body did a weaving tilt toward me nearly made me lose what little First meal I’d eaten hours ago. The rotting perfume from his bad oral hygiene washed over me, making me breathe through my mouth. His eyes were glazed, the greasy sweat dripping down his face and neck gave off a fetid odor as well. Asshole was on drugs for something, I could smell it. Ugh. I needed to end this show. And that’s what this was. Just a dog and pony show. Using the male’s off balance as a focus, I jumped where I stood and twisted, kicking both legs out, planting both heavily booted feet straight into his chest. Slow motion free fall was a beautiful sight when done properly and ended in a lights out theme. It wasn’t a move I’d have used had my opponent been clean. And by clean, I didn’t mean hygiene this time; this male was hopped up on something that gave me an advantage I was happy to use against him. Landing on 3 points, I flicked a snarling fangless-glare at my opponent to make sure he didn’t get back up before standing slowly. He wasn’t dead, but when he woke up he’d sure as hell wish he was. Pretty sure I broke more than a few ribs and from the sound of the wheezing, likely a punctured lung rounded out the quick internal assessment. The surrounding collective erupted in a roaring din that would have made a deaf human deaf. Bodies beat against the metal cage, yelling and screaming, threats, and praise alike filled the air like never ending confetti. I needed out before the crowd became that confetti and flash mobbed the inside of the fighting ring. Walking quickly to toward the exit, I dodged drunken swings, grabbing hands and had to push my way out of an arm that hooked around my waist with a growl and a palm heel to the nose of the offender. The sea of bodies parted at that point and I knew Rip would meet me later with the payout. It had taken time to finetune trustworthy details, but it worked and Rip was one of the few humans I gave the least trust to. For now, I needed to get out of the building and I couldn’t chance dematerializing in front of anyone, so making like a human was my only scope. On top of that, the building walls were inlaid with steel, an older construction job that had used too much money in materials. Grabbing my hoodie and bursting past the last door, I drew in a breath of fresh cold air and resisted leaning against the wall for a minute. The faster I was away from the warehouse, the better I’d feel. Ducking around the corner, keeping my head down I listened for anyone following me and when I didn’t hear or see anyone, I dematerialized to the dark stairwell that led to my basement apartment. The nice thing about the place was it was in a dark alleyway, with little light at night, not too bright during the day (so I’d been told, hence the reason for the cheap rent), and an alcove that was hidden from immediate street view. Slipping in close, I willed the locks free reaching for the door handle. And froze.* “Rip said to meet you here with the night’s pay.” *The voice wasn’t totally unfamiliar, but damn if it didn’t set my nerves off just the same. Not letting that deter me, I turned back with a dark look, my hood pulled over my head as I ascended the steps toward the male. I needed the money I’d earned. He took a quick pace back and coughed nervously. I scared him. Good.* And where’s Rip. I don’t have time to babysit you until he gets here. *I didn’t care if I sounded callous and cold. Rip wasn’t known for sending some not-so trustworthy errand males to work for him and I learned early on not to trust any but Rip himself.* You have my take, or you can leave and I’ll call Rip and tell him I was bothered. “N-no, I h-have it right here.” *Wary and on guard, I picked up the stutter of the male’s heartbeat. Telltale sign of a lie. Shit, shit shit… My heart raced, adrenaline flared up amplifying every single sound and spark of new light. I didn’t care, I was ready to dematerialize. I’d done it once before, and thankfully it had been brushed off as a drunk thinking he was talking to a hallucination of a barn owl. I’d been wearing a brown hoodie and grey jeans, and it’d been snowing hard when the drunk tumbled around a corner into me, waving a gun while rambling about the atrocities of some rich human taking political office. The male had looked up in that drunken stupor, eyes wide as he hollered “fucking giant owl!” and pointed his gun at me. I hadn’t thought about staying around and scrubbing his memory, I’d just scattered. Since then, I’d been far more careful in picking my surroundings. Rip’s errand boy reached into his coat pocket, fever-laced eyes darting back and forth crazy-like, his breathing uneven as his hand came clear of the jacket….. … and held out a thickly padded, stain-smeared envelope. The sound of a car alarm going off made us both jump, the male’s head whipping around toward the sound was my opening and departure cue. Snapping the envelope out of his grip, I dematerialized in the dark before he could look back and materialized on top of a nearby rooftop just out of sight with a soft string of curses. The rooftop entryway was at the edge of the building, giving me a perfect vantage point to keep tabs on my unannounced visitor until he left; I was going to have a long, very colorful conversation with Rip. It was time I was out of the game, I hadn’t wanted to ‘play’ in the first place. It was only a means of survival and as soon as I was able, I was cutting and bolting. Not as like the humans could keep me tied to them like they did their own kind. I wasn’t weak like a human, but I had need of their money once I’d left the Old World on my own. I still had to be careful. And in that, was a weakness. After watching and listening to the male do a series of “what the fuck! Shit! God damn holy fucks”, he finally left. I waited a few moments more to make doubly sure he hadn’t been followed and dematerialized, reforming in the shadows at the back of the alleyway. Games of cat and mouse were getting boring, but getting caught could mean much worse. The door, already unlocked, was still closed but I wasn’t in a hurry now. I waited another moment and then went inside, locking it firmly behind me. Letting the envelope drop onto the small table beside the door, my eyes swept my small, mostly lightless basement apartment when the back of my neck crawled. I dropped into a fighting stance the instant the scent hit my nose, careful to keep my fangs hidden.* What the hell...!? Who’s here? How the fuck did you get in here? “Don’t worry Stormy girl, I didn’t break in, you left the door open for me before doing your little disappear act. I’ll admit, I was impressed and surprised. Amos would have put a bullet between your pretty green eyes had you stayed there longer. *It wasn’t Rip, the sound and smell were completely different. The silhouette indicated a short, thin and wiry person, but the voice was male, deep and guttural. A snap then hissing crackle lit the air as a match flared to bright flame, briefly illuminating the male’s face as he lit a cigarette.* See, Storm, I told you I’d take care of you, make sure you were paid at the end of every fight, but now I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t raise the stakes a little after what I saw. And the question should be, Who, no, -What- the fuck are YOU?” *The male inhaled, the tip of the cigarette glowing bright before it dimmed and blew out a cloud of nastiness into my clean air. I didn’t say anything but subtly stood up. This male was not as big a threat as he was going to be dead.* What am I, you ask? I’m just a girl. One you need to concern yourself with any more. Horace. *Where Rip was my.. ‘Manager’ for a lack of a better term, Horace was a different rat altogether. He owned the buildings, the fighting business, the lackeys who ran it, including Rip, and all the fighters. Which extended to include me. Rumors rang rampant through the syndicate, that if you didn’t pull your pay weight in the rings, Horace paid you a visit that you never forgot. If you were lucky to have any brains left to piece memories back together with. I’d never lost a match, so why was Horace here? Or -was- that the reason? Before the male could take another toke of his smoke, I was on top of him with a growl, my hands and body pinning him to the chair. His look of surprise was quickly covered up with a steady glare as my eyes bore into his. Yes, keep looking at me, let’s make this easy. I spoke calmly before he could utter a single word of protest or begin struggling.* You’re going home, taking a nice long hot shower, and while you’re in that shower, you’re going to shave that dead muskrat off your face and forget what you saw tonight. *I pulled the last twenty minutes of memory from Horace’s mind and put it behind a hell of a migraine lock that would put a bull elephant down and planted a new memory.* All you saw was a thug trying to break into a car on the streets and you kindly thought it was mine and came to inquire. *With that seed planted, I slowly let the male go and backed up. He blinked a few times and wiped his face with a hand, looking at his lit cigarette and then at me.* “N-not your.. car. M-must have been someone else’s. Sorry, I-I need to get home and.. shave..” Nope, not mine. Sorry. *I backed away more, toward the door and pulled it open, watching carefully as Horace walked out, puffing heavily on his smoke as if his life depended on it. Closing it behind him, I locked it tight with shaking hands, unable to concentrate enough to will them in place and slumped against the wood, blowing out a breath.* Dammit. Dammit.. Now I need a new source of income as well as a new home. *Sliding my phone out of my jacket pocket, I dialed the one number I had saved, speaking low and a lot calmer than I felt.* I”m out, I’m done. That was my last fight, Rip. #Solo #LastFight #BondedBrothers

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lebendelegend-blog · 7 years ago

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Camouflage Cosmetics & Tattoo Cover-up Kits

There are a selection of corrective and camouflage cosmetics on the market (e.g. Tattoo Camo, Smart Cowl, Dermablend, Cinema Secrets, Ben Nye to name a number of) which can be designed to be smudge-resistant, water-proof, and non-greasy. A majority of these camouflage cosmetics are designed to "cover", "conceal", and are sometimes used to create particular effects. Camouflage or corrective cosmetics normally have a creamy texture and should require using a setting powder depending upon the model.

OKAY, let's be frank. It is make-up. Yes, there are some manufacturers that I like better than others ( e.g. Tattoo Camo and Cinema Secrets), however bottom line, a cream is getting used to cowl an area in your pores and skin. Depending upon the oiliness of your skin, perspiration, and humidity, the covered area may smudge or smear. Subsequently, if your gown or somebody will come in contact with the lined area, I strongly suggest airbrush make-up vs. the use of a camouflage cosmetic to cover your tattoo. If not, Tattoo Camo Tattoo Cowl-up Equipment or Cinema Secrets and techniques Ultimate Foundations are your best bet to make sure optimum coverage.

Shade Matching

One of the largest challenges I hear when choosing cosmetics to cowl a tattoo is "how do you find the appropriate shade?" I recommend choosing two to 3 completely different shades that almost all carefully match your pores and skin tone (light, medium, dark). Use a mix of these shades to create your good match. Wikipedia Here Most of us have unevenness in our pores and skin tone, so you will have a mix of these shades to create a tone that seems practical. Cinema Secrets and techniques Ultimate Foundations most likely affords the broadest range of shades, notably for people who have loads of yellow or olive of their skin tone.

Are cowl-up lotions straightforward to make use of?

The majority of cream camouflage products offer on-line video tutorials that may show you how you can apply their product. Regardless of the product you select, always keep in mind to:

1. wax or shave the area to be lined;

2. except the product instructions let you know to, do not apply a moisturizer prior to make-up utility;

3. select two to a few shades that the majority intently match your pores and skin tone (gentle, medium, dark); this can enable you to blend the shades to better match your pores and skin tone;

4. use a cosmetic wedge to use the make-up in thin layers; use a stippling motion, not a stoking motion.

Application will take some apply so be sure to order your products months prior tattoo tiere bunt to your marriage ceremony; permit loads of time to observe the approach.

Advantages of Airbrush Make-as much as Cover a Tattoo

Airbrush foundations are traditionally high in protection, however thin in texture. Because the makeup is disbursed in micro-tremendous layers with an airbrush versus a make-up brush or beauty sponge, the outcomes appear extra natural and sheer.

Usually, to attain optimum tattoo protection, an alcohol-based mostly or silicone based airbrush make-up is used. My private favourite airbrush make-up for covering tattoos is Temptu Professional Dura. Lebende Legend Tattoo Dura is extensively used for body artwork, prosthetics, tattoo coloring, and particular effects. Temptu Professional Dura mixed with using their new professional palettes, and matte sealer is a winning combination! These merchandise will ensure that your tattoo space is covered and might face up to hugging and touching! Airbrush make-up is usually finest utilized by a talented make-up artist.

Too Small - As a normal rule the a tattoo that must be "covered up " by one other design will have to larger than the unique piece. If the unique tattoo is 2 inches by 2 inches than the cover could at least four inches by four visite site inches and ideally could be a lot bigger. Making the new tattoo design larger than the old one allows the artist room in the new design to hide the outdated tattoo with out dropping the integrity of the brand new design.

Too Mild - Tattoo inks are utilized in a scale from mild to dark. Whereas tattooing a darker shade can stain a lighter colour, so the tattoo artist whereas coloring the tattoo will begin by doing all the dark colors first than the sunshine colours. This additionally applies to the tattoo cowl up, a tattooed colour can solely be covered by a darker colour i.e if you have a purple tattoo it is going to should be covered by black or blue, not yellow or orange. Choosing the proper colours is an enormous a part of getting a cover up that can look good after it has healed.

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