#I will NEVER recover from this not shut up about that scene OH MY GOD

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Enough is Enough | Sidney Crosby

summary: when you push Sidney to his limits, he decides to teach you a lesson.

trope: dads friend

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual scenes, p in v, oral (m receiving!), legal age gap (reader is in college!), degradation, fingering, swearing.

word count: 2.49k

authors note: I’m gonna start this off with saying that the reader x dad friend trope is not one that everyone will like so if you don’t, don’t read it! oh and @hischierhaze should seriously like never leave me unattended ever again, cause this was a lot. To find the rest of the cellly you can see the masterlist here!

This was meant to be the summer of rehabilitation for you.

Your dad wanted you to recover after a year at university that almost landed you in jail on more than one occasion. As he was at his wits end with you lashing out.

Sidney was meant to be someone who could talk some sense into you, but as he stayed up waiting for a fourth night in a row for you to return with not even a word or a heads up to where you were. He realised he was on the end of a losing battle.

Before he’d just remind you to tell him about where you went but tonight as his anger mixed with the whiskey on his tongue Sidney saw your shorts and crop top and it caused him to lose it “where have you been kid?” He asked turning on the light in the living room as you looked like a deer in headlights “out Sid.” It was the same answer you gave him each time “some of the guys wanted to go get drinks.” You explained with a shrug moving to push past him.

Sidney stopped you as he wrapped his hand around your arm “we aren’t done here y/n.” The hockey player shook his head as he looked down at you “you either tell me where you are going or you don’t go out at all.” His voice was strict reminding you about his angry side.

Yet instead you found it amusing as you laughed “you gonna ground me or something?” You smiled rolling your eyes causing his grip around your arm to tighten “really should when you act and dress like this.” His free hands fingers dragged over the end of your shirt.

It made you frown “like what Sid?” You pressed his buttons as you pulled away from him “see you thought of something so say it.” Your arms crossed as you tilted your hips to the side.

Sidney pushed his hand through his hair as his nostrils flared “god you are such a wimp.” You spat shaking your head as he stood in silence watching as you walked to the stairs “you’re acting like a slut okay!” Sidney groaned honestly deciding that you were the reason why he decided not to have kids.

As you both soaked in the reality of what he had said “y/n wa-” Sidney tried to get himself out of the hole he had fallen into you were too fast running up the stairs to then shut your bedroom door with a slam “I’ll show him what a fucking slut is.” You mumbled looking at yourself in the mirror one last time with a smirk on your face.

Over the next few days that was exactly what you did. Sidney knew you were doing it to get under his skin as he watched your outfits grow tighter and shorter as your behaviour grew more present. You were now flirting with guys in front of his face, from the man in the grocery store to the neighbours son. What killed him was how he was forced to bite his tongue.

But when you eventually walked out of your room in this yellow bikini and nothing more than a baseball jersey that you left unbuttoned. Sidney didn’t think he had much more that he could take until he realised an important factor, that bikini top didn’t have cups. So as you walked into the kitchen after tanning outside Sidney knew he had to take defeat “so could you?” You asked waiting for his answer.

Sidney felt his cheeks turn warm as he shook his head “can you repeat that f’me?” He asked realising that he had missed what you said “asked if you could put some sun screen on my back before I go back out?” You repeated yourself as you sucked at the popsicle between your lips.

He nodded looking away as his pants strangely grew tight “y-yeah sure.” Sidney stammered as the first place he looked ended up being your breasts causing you to smirk “they look good in this one don’t they?” You brought your hands brush down your waist.

It made Sidney cough “I saw you staring at them, there’s no need to be ashamed.” You cooed stepping closer to him “we shouldn’t.” His voice was coarse as he tried to step away from you.

But the hockey player stood against the counter now trapped “all I’m saying is that you do what you want and touch them.” You used your fingers to trace over your nipples that were clear under your top “they are just begging for you.” You knew you were playing with fire as your teeth caught your lower lip between them.

Sidney felt himself grunt “my dad said he wanted you to help me out after all.” Your voice was soft as you used your fathers words “you’re gonna get me into so much fucking trouble.” The hockey player groaned nervously lifting his hand “there you go.” You cooed as you helped bring his hand to cup the one side of your bikini.

He loved feeling how his large hand was able to fit your entire breast in it “fuck baby.” The hockey player watched his thumb drag over the aching nub “need more Sid.” You whined placing your hand on top of his.

The hockey player nodded sucking at his teeth “what would your dad say if he saw you begging like this?” It stroked his ego as he brought his other hand up to repeat his actions on your other nipple as well “happy I’m not in trouble.” You found the situation amusing as you smiled “oh but you are baby.” Before you could question what Sidney meant he spun you around and pressed your chest against the kitchen counter.

It made you gasp as his hand kept your torso from pushing up “you think you could get away wearing this?” The hockey player used his opposite hand to hook under the waistband of the panties letting it snap against your skin “answer the question.” He snapped making you whimper “no Sid.” You shook your head struggling to think of where you could put your hands as Sidney moved to stand behind you.

He loved his angle seeing how vulnerable you were in front of him “wanted to piss you off.” You explained in a soft tone trying to stop him from hearing you “and you still think I should make you feel good?” Sidney laughed at your naivety “I can be good!” You nodded excitedly as you agreed “we will see about that.” Sidney mumbled sucking at the lobe of your ear.

It should have made you hang your head in shame how you pushed your ass against his crotch “the last few days have been hell.” He grunted squeezing the skin of your ass before he slapped it “what are you gonna do about it?” You gasped feeling him massage the previously abused skin.

Sidney felt his cock grow even harder as he pulled you back up so you could look at him “gonna finally shut this mouth up.” His hand pushed you to the ground as you dropped to your knees.

Your mouth watered as you watched him undo the strings of his shorts before he hooked his fingers into the waist pushing them to the ground to reveal his cock that stretched out the front of his boxers “look at you all excited.” The hockey player smirked as he watched you bring your hands up to trace your fingers around his boner “don’t tease me baby or else I’ll leave you looking all desperate on the floor.” His words made you whimper as you finally did what he wanted and revealed his cock as his boxers follow the same way his shorts did to the floor.

You knew Sidney would have been big but as you licked the swollen tip of his cock you began to wonder if you could take all of him “thin ice y/n.” His voice grew angry as he stared you down. It made you nice as you wrapped your lips around his cock forcing as much of his length into your mouth.

Sidney groaned feeling your tongue against the bottom of his cock “your mouth is so good.” He muttered watching your head begin to bob “you’re taking me to so well.” The boy cooed bringing his hands to your hair making a makeshift ponytail.

It helped him guide your movements forcing you to take more of him “fuck.” Sidney whined as you swirled his cock in your mouth and your throat constricted around the tip of his cock as you took all of him.

He felt his eyes roll back as you gagged “Sid,” your voice was muffled as your fingers slid down your stomach and into your bikini bottoms so you could tease your clit.

As Sidney began fucking your throat he felt himself grow dazed “looking so pretty down there.” The boy dragged his fingers through your hair to your cheek as you looked up at him through your lashes “finally being a good girl f’me.” Just as the hockey player said that you mewled at the feeling of your fingers against your clit.

It made Sidney think you craved praise but instead when he saw your body shifting over nothing it made him pull you up by your chin “you really are a naughty girl.” The hockey player sighed shaking his head as he pressed his hand against your slick bottoms.

Before you could attempt to apologise Sidney kissed your lips as he picked you up finally setting you onto the counter as you looked at him. It felt suffocating as his tongue slid into your mouth not caring as he could taste some of his salty precum on your tongue “gonna fuck you like the slut that you are.” His hand lay a smack to your ass causing you to jump as you nodded.

Anticipation filled your veins as he peppered kisses down your neck whilst he undid the strings on your bottoms “up.” He offered causing you to force your hips upward so he could move your bottoms away.

His cock stood dangerously close to your cunt as he pulled you to the edge of the counter “you want this baby?” Sidney asked using the tip to tease your clit “fuck yes.” You nodded as he finally decided that teasing you was now too much for him.

You gasped as Sidney bottomed you out, not taking the time to let you adjust “god.” You groaned as your eyes screwed shut “it’s just me y/n.” The hockey player placed his hands on your hips as your legs locked around his waist.

Feeling nice Sidney stopped giving you the moment to let your cunt stretch around his cock “need you to move.” You forced the words out as you tapped his side now feeling him bottom you out “knew this cunt would be just as good as your mouth.” The hockey player kissed your lips as he caught your lower lip between his teeth eating a whine from you.

His thrusts began to quicken as he craved the sound of your moans “all yours.” You moaned pecking his lips “you realised being a slut ain’t no fun now?” Sidney laughed as you cupped your breasts trying to bring yourself more pleasure.

You fidgeted at the bikini material as he shook his head “slut f’you.” You whined as his hands replaced yours “let’s get this off.” Sidney grew irritated as he eventually ended up ripping the fabric apart “Sid!” You scoffed seeing your top now sat in two pieces.

His nose brushed over yours “I’ll buy you a hundred pairs more if you’ll let me rip them like that.” The kitchen felt hot as the windows were open meaning that anyone who walked past would have heard the acts that were going on in there. But somehow that made you feel so powerful “can rip ‘em all.” You nodded tugging your fingers through his curls when he lowered his lips to your nipples.

Sidney swirled his tongue around your sensitive buds making you clench around his cock “you liking this baby?” He locked his eyes with yours as his teeth grazed your nipple when your phone began to ring from the side of the counter.

It made you look with wide eyes “i-it’s my dad.” You croaked making his cock throb “answer it doll.” Sidney used every pet name in his arsenal as you remained frozen “answer or I stop.” His warning was enough to make you reach over to grab your phone.

On the other side you hear your dad breathing as you answered “hey princess how are you?” The cheeriness in his voice made you feel sick as you gripped at your phone “I’m good daddy.” The last word was moaned followed by a cough as you tried to cover yourself up.

Sidney smirked moving his lips from your nipple to your neck “look what do you want?” You complained tightening your legs around Sidney’s waist “just checking in, is Sid keeping you busy?” The hockey player let out a soft laugh as he heard the words “yeah gotta go!” You were quick to hang up as Sidney placed his fingers against your clit.

It didn’t take you long until you arched your back against the counter “you close?” Sidney asked pecking your lips “so close.” You nodded biting your lip as you went quiet “if you want to come you’re going to have to apologise.” The hockey player warned making you nod.

Skin slapping echoed through your mind “didn’t mean to be a bad girl Sid.” You cried as your skin felt hot even with the marble beneath you “promise to be your good girl forever.” The claim was bold but in that moment you planned on keeping your side of it “let me ruin this pussy for all of those college kids back home.” You moaned at his possessive tone.

All you could do was nod “it’s all yours Sid.” That sent him over the edge “milk my cock baby when you fucking come.” His order made you gasp in pleasure.

Your legs shook as incoherent whines came from your lips as you come “fuck!” You cried as you felt Sidney come shortly after you did.

His hand pressed against the counter next to you to make sure that he didn’t collapse “there you go pretty girl.” As the hockey player let his cock slide out of your soaked cunt it was quickly replaced with his fingers that pushed both of your releases back into your core “surely you didn’t think I’d let you misbehave that easily now did you?” Sidney had a devilish smirk as he began to finger you.

You were in for a long day.

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Your Hunky Werewolf - Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

Pairing: Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

Prompt: @bitteroceanlove requested this...I tried my best with this 🙈

Warnings: Smut, D/s undertones, praise kink, nickname bunny used.

(if you do not like the outfits you can imagine something else I just like people to know what I'm seeing when I write it.)

Thank you to my lovely Beta @lets-imagine-fanfics for always editing.

ENJOY!!

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You let out a sigh as you flopped onto your best friend’s sofa, letting your eyes flicker closed. She silently sips her tea as she lets you have your dramatic moment before setting down her cuppa and chuckling at you in amusement. You open one eye and glance at her before finally sitting up and opening both eyes. 

“Was it that bad?” She chuckled rubbing her tiny baby bump. 

“He came in the first five minutes, then had the audacity to ask if he could see me again.” You deadpanned making Lily snort behind her hand. 

“Can’t say I’ve ever had that problem.” Lily bragged playfully making your sneer at her. 

“Yes, I’m sure your very handsome Marauder has no problems making you cum. Bitch.” You huffed making her smirk at you. 

“I think the other two are still single if you want one.” She giggled softly making you roll your eyes. 

“We’ve both known those lot since school and not once has either shown an interest in me. I think it’s safe to say I was never invited to board that ship.” You snorted as you picked up your cup and took a sip of the hot liquid. 

“That’s only because I told them to leave you alone. Didn’t want them breaking your heart specially Pads. He broke a new heart every week that boy.” She rolled her eyes making you chuckle. 

“Who said I’d have gone for Pads? Hmm?” You smirked making her eyes widen. 

“Moony?” She exclaimed gaping at you. 

“Oh yeah, I’d have let that hunky werewolf bang me all over Hogwarts if I’d of had the chance.” You whispered as you pretend to fan yourself though your cheeks had blushed. 

“Is that so?” A male voice chuckled behind you making your eyes widen. 

You spun around to see James stood there with a smirk on his face. Your eyes widened as you looked at Lily for help making her roll her lips to suppress her laugh. You looked back towards James with an awkward smile. 

“Keep that to yourself, Prongs, or I’ll kill you.” You huffed as you pressed the back of your hands to your cheeks trying to cool them down. 

“Hell, no. I’m gonna tell him word for word!” James snickered as he started to run off like a bloody child making you set your cuppa down and run after him. 

“James! I swear to fucking god you better not sa—heeeey, Moony, Pads.” You greeted as you ran into James’ Office to find him hiding behind Remus his face smirking at you over the man’s shoulder. 

“You keep your mouth shut, Potter, or I’ll de-ball you while you sleep!” You hissed as you prepared to run at him again. 

“Oooo scary!” James taunted with fake fear on his face. 

“I will honestly never understand why my smoking hot bestie even fell in love with such a giant man child.” You growled as you ran around Remus, James instantly going to opposite way making you glare at him. 

“What exactly did you do, Prongs?” Remus asked as you both danced around him.  

“He overheard girl talk.” You muttered shyly as you looked up at Remus who was smiling softly at you. 

“Oh yeah, she was talking about someone we knew from school and about how she’d happily have let said person bang her all over Hogwarts, back in school.” James smirked as he wiggled his brows suggestively. 

“Shut your face before I shut it for you, Potter. LILY!” You screamed as you launched at James effectively tackling him to the floor which instantly winded both of you. However, James recovered and stood up throwing you over his shoulder just as Lily came in looking at the scene before her. 

“Prongs, let the poor girl go.” Moony sighed as he gripped your waist and lifted you off James shoulder with ease making your face flush instantly. 

He lowered you to the ground with ease that made your heart and pussy clench. ‘Oh Merlin that’s hot’, you thought as you looked up at him with flushed cheeks. He smiled softly but the sound of James and Sirius laughing hysterically broke you out of your trance as they stared at you knowingly. 

“You two are bloody arseholes!” You huffed before storming out the room but hearing Lily scold James as you stomped downstairs. 

“Why did you marry such a wanker?” You asked seriously making her almost choke on thin air. 

“It’s the multiple orgasms for me.” She snorted making you burst out laughing.  

“Lily Potter!” You scolded playfully. 

“So…” She whispered wiggling her brows but making sure not to say anything out loud fearing the boys were being nosey. 

“How mad are you that I didn’t tell you?” You asked softly as she shook her head in response. 

“Not mad, but had you told me, I totally could’ve set you guys up sooner.” Lily chuckled with a raised brow. 

“You’re not gonna set us up because he’s not interested.”  

***** Meanwhile in James Office.***** 

“You should stop teasing her she’s always been shy and rather innocent.” Remus scolds James making him smirk. 

“She’s not that innocent the sentence ‘I’d of let that hunky we-man bang me all over Hogwarts if I’d of had the chance’ doesn’t really scream innocent.” James snorted making Remus’s eyes widen a little.  

“Yes, talking to her best friend of 8 years. She wouldn’t of said that to you, me or Sirius would she?” Remus chuckled as he sat on the sofa in the office. 

“No, she definitely wouldn’t have said it to you that’s for sure.” James snickered to Sirius making Remus look at James with a glare until everything kind of clicked in his head.  

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Remus asked with a smirk. 

“That your favourite innocent little y/n said she’d let you bang her all over?” Sirius smirked making James snicker. 

“Does Lily’s no dating or shagging her bestie rule still stand?” Remus asked seriously making James’ eyes widen. 

“I think she’d make an exception for you however if you hurt her, I’ll kill you myself. I may tease her but she like my little sister and if your gonna break her heart, Moony, don’t bother.” James stated seriously making Remus raised a brow at him. 

“Do I look like Pads?” He chuckled making James laugh as Sirius scoffed dramatically clutching his chest. 

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You were stood in the small baby shop with Lily scanning through different cute little sleep-suits and baby vests as soon as you saw one with auntie on it you squealed excitedly and threw it over your arm knowing you’d buy it. You turned around to show Lily just in time to see the marauders walk into the shop looking around until they spotted you and Lily.  

Remus had a dark red v neck oversized jumper on with a pair of light denim baggy jeans that were rolled up at the bottom and a pair of brown combat boots. Fuck he looked good. Lily nudged you quickly, effectively snapping you out of your daze. 

“What are you boys doing here?” Lily chuckled as she kissed her husband’s cheek. 

“We were at the bookstore and decided we’d drop by and see if you ladies would like to take a break from making a dent in my vault and grab lunch with us?” James snickered as his wife shot him a glare. 

“Yes, I’m starving! Let me pay for these and we’ll get going.” You exclaimed, grabbing all the ones out of Lily’s arms before you ran over to the till to pay. 

You ignored Lily as she protested that she would pay for them. You quickly paid as the boys wandered over to take the bags. You raised an eyebrow at Lily who was looking at them with narrowed eyes. They were up to something. You and Lily shared a knowing look as you followed the boys out of the shop, intent to find out what they were up to.  

Lily clung to James’ bicep as you walked to the pub to grab lunch. Sirius had his arms around James should as Lily scolded him which made you smile. You guys weren’t in school anymore, yet everything still feels the same. Sirius would flirt with everyone and sleep with the ones he felt like, while you and Lily constantly told him off for treating women like toys and he did love a good prank.  

Then there’s obviously James who was an arsehole. He couldn’t take anything seriously, he bullied plenty of people, and much like Sirius, loved a good prank. Well until Lily kept scolding him like a naughty child, until eventually he did stop, then he was more like the puppy that would follow Lily everywhere. 

Remus’s nose was always in a book he was his own brand of ladies' man. He was mature, kind, handsome yet he still he held an air of mystery to most women. Though you being best friends with them meant you knew what that secret was.   

He’s a werewolf. The week leading up to the change he was always more protective of loved ones but then in the days before the full moon he’d switch. He’d grow distant, more snappy and could be territorial over everything. You shouldn’t find that hot, as you can imagine he always felt guilty after the full moon, but every time he growled at someone it sent shivers down your spine straight to your core. 

Remus walked next to you silently as he held onto two of the bags that you girls had been carrying, you more than Lily as she’s pregnant. You glance at him noticing he’s looking down at you. You instantly flush as you looked back towards the ground. 

“You look very pretty today, Bunny.” Remus whispered as he leaned over so he was at your level continuing to walk towards the pub, purposely keep the same pace as you. 

“I-I do?” You stuttered as you glanced down at your puffy long sleeved black turtleneck jumper, an Aline brown and red plaid skirt that went past your knees and a pair of black Mary Jane heels.  

Your hair was in a messy low ponytail with curly pieces falling around your face. You had eyeliner, mascara and wine-red lipstick. Honestly you hadn’t put much thought into your clothes not realising the boys would be joining you. You should’ve worn something sexier, you thought sadly as you looked back up to meet his deep brown eyes. 

“Yes, you do.” He chuckled as he offered you his free arm making you blush as you shyly took his offered arm and wrapped your arms his much like Lily and James were doing. 

You walked for another minute or so, arm in arm with Remus as you entered the pub immediately following Sirius, James and Lily as they sat at a table big enough for all of you. Remus slipped his arm away from yours much to your disappointment, however that didn’t last long as he pulled out a chair for you, easily moving your seat closer to the table with you sitting on it.  

You flushed as Lily watched with a suspicious gaze which you quickly returned as if something was going on and thats when it clicked and you let out a gasp before picking up a salt shaker from the centre of the table throwing it straight at James head making everyone except Lily look at you like you'd gone mad.  

“You fucking told him.” You hissed making his eyes widened.  

“N-No! He figured it out himself!” James defended as he rubbed his head staring at his wife for help but Lily just shot a glare at him.  

“How’d you figure it out, anyway?” Sirius chuckled making your eyes snap towards him with a look that would’ve frozen him had he not been used to getting that look during school. 

“You guys hate coming shopping, you hate carrying our bags and Remus is being flirtier. You think I wouldn’t figure that out? Remus never flirts with me.” You snorted as you shot Remus a glare.  

“In all fairness I never flirted because of Lily’s rules.” He defended himself as he leaned on the table his chin perched on his palm as he stared into your eyes causing you to flush a soft pink.  

“You’re so lucky your pregnant Lily or I might’ve given you the pepper to match your husbands salt.” You whispered over the table making her smirk.  

“I was protecting your heart, body and soul.” She argued making you roll your eyes.  

“You do realise I did all of those things, right? I wasn’t bloody innocent virgin, Lily!” You whisper yelled at her making her eyes narrow.  

“I thought your first time was last ye-OH MY MERLIN! It was 7th year, right?” Lily glared making you look away with flushed cheeks. 

“Maybe.” You mumbled making every look at you in shock. In 7th year you often disappeared reappearing looking dishevelled but thankfully no one even noticed. 

“Who!?” Lily shrieked making you flinch. 

You glanced between your friends and looked at Sirius flushing bright red making him frown as all your friend looked at him with anger. You looked away unwilling to saying hoping Sirius would correct them because you sure as hell didn’t want to.  

“Sirius!” Lily scream making his gape at her.  

“It wasn’t m-OH for the love of merlin! You DIDN’T?” He groaned as he pulled a disgusted face.  

“Regulus? Seriously?” Sirius gagged around his name making you flush bright red.  

“Don’t judge me Pads!” You hissed as you avoided looking at anyone.  

“Eww. Do you have any other school sex stories you didn’t tell me?” Lily huffed with a pout.  

“No just Reggie.” You huffed as you rolled your eyes. 

“And since then?” Lily asked with narrowed eyes making you roll yours. 

“Only the ones I’ve told you about.” You chuckled making her nod in response. 

“So: him; last year; and then the date last week.” Lily confirmed making you flush bright red. 

“Can we stop talking about my very short and boring sex life. Please and thank you.” You huffed as you began chugging your butterbeer whilst glancing at Remus who had been more quiet than usual. 

“I love how everyone just forgot that Y/N said she’d let Remus bang her all over Hogwarts.” Sirius exclaimed making you choke on your butterbeer. 

“Actually, she said: ‘Oh yeah, I’d of let that hunky werewolf bang me all over Hogwarts if I’d of had the chance’ in those exact words.” James snickered making you flush a brighter red as Remus bit his lower lip to stop from smiling. 

“I actually hate you.” You groaned as you repeatedly smacked your head off the table until a hand was slid onto the table underneath your head. 

“Bunny, stop or you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Remus scolded you as he lifted up your face by gripping your chin gently.   

You stared into his eyes the nickname he’d also used earlier making your heart melt. He brushed away the hair from your face, assessing the damage already done to your forehead. You got lost in watching him fuss over you completely forgetting that your friends were there. 

He finally finished fussing his eyes instantly gazing into yours as he smiled happily. You smiled back shyly before moving to fiddle with your now empty glass. You glanced up to see James, Lily and Sirius staring at you with smug smirks which you returned with a glare. 

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After lunch you all decided to call it a day to which Remus instantly offered to escort you home. You gave him a smile as you wrapped your arm around his and began walking the short distance to your flat. You stopped at your door, turning to unlock it before turning round to face Remus again. 

“Would you like to come in?” You asked sweetly. 

“I would but it’s getting close to the full moon so I was gonna grab a smoke and chill out.” He muttered awkwardly making you laugh. 

“I have weed and I promise I won’t steal your food.” You giggled as you gave him a sweet smile. 

“Deal.” He chuckled as he followed you into the flat quietly.  

It wasn’t his first time there as you all spent time at each other’s places. He flopped onto your sofa as you grabbed snacks and your tin filled with weed, tabaco and papers. You flopped down next to him and began rolling a joint. You lit the joint with wordless magic taking a few drags before passing it to Remus. 

He laid back smoking the joint for a while before passing it back to you. He used his wand to turn on your vinyl player letting the sound of music fill the silence. You both zoned out as Remus started laughing making you giggle as you looked at him. 

“What?” You asked making him laugh more. 

“What is this music?” He laughed making you grin as you listened to which vinyl was playing.  

“This is my mix-vinyl. I tweaked the songs with magic so I could have more than one artist on it.” You giggled as the song playing had ended. 

“Oh my merlin, I love this song!” You squealed as you stood up doing a little carefree spin as you looked down at Remus who was watching you in amusement as you began dancing around the room. 

“Wooo shake it, bunny!” Remus shouted as you began shaking your hips to the beat.  

“Gimmie gimmie gimmie a man after midnight!” You sang with a grin as Remus cheered from his seat. 

You kept swishing your skirt around you as you danced happily to the music as Remus began munching on a pack of walkers crisps. You flopped down next to him panting from your impromptu dancing session. Remus wiped the sweat from your brow with his sleeve before holding on of the cans of pop toward you urging you to take a sip before giving a crisp in your mouth. 

Your eyes widened unsure if he even realised he’d not only gave you his food despite always being so territorial about it and sat fussing over you. You’d noticed him do that a lot today, but you were unsure whether it was unintentional or if he’d known he was doing it. 

You decided to just take a leap of faith. You were high and feeling rather confident so without another thought you climbed onto his lap and planted a kiss straight on his lips. He didn’t even hesitate. His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer as he tilted his head kissing you deeper.  

You whined against his lips as his hands slid down your back to you ass gripping it firmly in his hands. You moaned into his mouth your tongue tangling with his as you tugged on his hair. He finally pulled away, looking into your eyes with a lustful gaze. 

“I don’t want a one time thing. I want all of you.” Remus whispered huskily making your heart leap with happiness. 

“Y-Yes, totally down for that.” You stuttered, blushing bright red as you fiddled with the hem of your sleeves. 

“Fucking Lily’s fault. Could’ve had you all this time, Bunny.” He groaned before pulling you into a heated kiss. 

He wrapped your legs around him before standing up and walking towards your bedroom. He kicked the slightly open door before using his foot to close it before lowering you both onto the bed, your lips never breaking apart. You gasped as he ground his hardened member against your clothed heat, your long skirt lifted completely exposing your panties. 

“Need you to tell me if I get too rough, Bunny.” Remus growled as he began ridding you and him of clothing until you were both naked. You flushed but nodded softly making him shake his head. 

“Ah ah, I need verbal response, baby, or I’ll stop now.” He instructed making your heat clench around nothing. 

“Y-Yes Moony.” You whispered shyly making him smile softly. 

“Good girl.” He chuckled softly as he began placing kisses all over your body, biting the spots that were more sensitive. 

He moved down until you could feel his breath on your heat making you flush bright red. Yes you had this before, Regulus had been a generous lover but not since school. Remus practically inhaled your scent while biting the inside of your thigh. 

“Spread your legs for me, Bunny.” He whispered against the now stinging skin of your thigh. You instantly spread your legs gazing down at him in a daze. 

“Such a obedient girl, aren’t you, Love?” He chuckled teasingly as he ran his finger through your soaking wet folds. 

“M-Moony…please.” You whined as he kept edging towards your clit with his fingers before moving away. 

Without another word Remus did what you asked. His tongue licking up you slit before he began drawing random shapes with his tongue gently. Your back arched off the bed as you moaned desperately, your hand clutching the sheets as you resisted the urge to thrust against his tongue. 

“Fuck, you taste so good, Bunny, could do this all day.” He growled against your heat making you blush as you let out a needy moan. 

“S-So good—Remus f-fuck!” You cried out as he eased two of his fingers inside you curling them upwards perfectly hit that sweet spot as his tongue continued lapping at and around your clit. 

You’d never felt this good. You could feel ever nerve ending reacting to him as you spread your legs more, using your feet to push your hips off the bed as you began to chase the release you could feel building. However, when you began moving your hips Remus’s free hand came down on your inner thigh slapping against the skin hard. 

“Stay still or I’ll spank your ass, bunny.” He scolded and that was all it took you came clenching around his fingers as your legs shook from the intensity. 

“Fuuuuck, Remus!” You moaned loudly as you clutched at the sheets as if to ground yourself. 

“Did you just cum because I slapped your thigh or because of what I said?” He groaned as he helped you ride out your orgasm with his fingers. 

“B-Both.” You whimpered as your legs twitched a little as he pulled his fingers away from your heat and bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean making you soaked sensitive heat clench around nothing. 

You suddenly remembered this whole time Remus had been naked and you had yet to look at his cock. Your eyes wandered down your body as you took in his sculptured abdomen that was littered with scars just like the rest of him. He was perfect. Finally, your eyes found his member and you suddenly leaned your head back silently praying to Merlin it would fit. 

“You look like a scared little bunny.” Remus chuckles teasingly as his hands grip your hips. 

“You’re so mean, Remy.” You whined as you flushed bright red. 

“Come here, Baby…don’t worry M’gonna treat you so good.” Remus mumbled as he kissed up your thighs with a smug smirk on his lips. It was something you rarely got to see with Remus as he was usually the sweet, mature one. 

He lifted your legs bending them so your hole was shamelessly exposed making you flush a deeper shade of red. You felt so exposed and vulnerable in this position, yet you were so turned as you got a full view of Remus gliding his cock through the wetness of your heat.  

You moaned at the feeling of the head of his member pressing against your clit before he dragged it back through your folds. His lips twitched into another smirk as he finally began pushing his member inside you.  

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Remus growled as he pushed in inch by inch. 

You mouth widened in a silent scream as you clawed at his forearms there was a burn yet you’d never felt so full. When he was fully in, he stilled in that positions as he brought his hand down to softly tease your clit causing you to whine and whimper as you felt yourself relaxing and the pain subsiding. 

“That’s it, Bunny…taking me so well.” He praised as he began thrusting so slowly inside you, never stopping his motions on your clit. 

“M-Moony.” You panted as you wrapped your arms around the backs of your knees your eyes flickering to the sight of his hard member sliding in and out of you. 

“So good for me, aren’t you, Baby?” Remus groaned as he picked up his pace a little instantly brushing past your sweet spot with each thrust. 

You couldn’t speak the only thing coming out of your mouth was a string of loud filthy moans that seemed to make Remus’s cock twitch the louder you were. His fingers never stopped teasing your clit making another orgasm build faster than you’d expected. You had, had multiple orgasms but never this intense and never this fast. 

“You gonna cum again, pretty little bunny?” He teased with a wicked grin on his face. 

“Mhmm.” Was all you could say making his grin widen. 

He didn’t comment but his smile spoke volumes. He sped up his thrust and his fingers making your back once again arch off the bed as you felt your legs start shaking from the intensity.  

“Cum for me, Bunny.” He growled as he spit on your clit when it started getting dry. 

That was enough you felt yourself tighten around him making his thrust slow down with how tight you’d gotten. You screamed his name as your leg shook in your arms, your nails digging into the flesh of your inner thighs. He paused his movement for a second letting you come down, his hand moving from your clit before he began fucking into you like a man possessed.  

You were so sensitive from your last orgasm you screamed as you released your legs and wrapped them around Remus as he gripped your hips tightly as he pounded into you. You could feel something building again but it felt different. You reached up and bring him down to cling onto him, your nails biting into his skin. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuck!” You screamed as you felt the cool inside you begin to snap again. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” Remus growled as he began cumming inside you. 

You came against but it caused Remus to slip out as he counties jacking himself all over your heat watching with dazed eyes making you look down to see little gushes of clear white liquid coming from your pussy. You flushed bright red as you twitched, finally you stopped cumming. You felt embarrassed you arms instantly coming up to cover your face. 

“Hey. Bunny, I need you to listen to me, okay?” He whispered as he moved your arms. 

“You did so good for me baby. Such a good girl for me.” Remus stated as he left small kisses along your face. 

“R-Really?” You mumbled shyly as you looked into his eyes. 

“Mhmm my good girl. Gonna keep you forever.” Remus chuckled making you giggle. 

********** 

You woke up to the sound of someone pounding on your door making you sigh as you threw on Remus’s jumper that he had somehow took off with magic but also folded it. You looked at the sleeping naked man in your bed smiling happily before you dragged yourself to the front door and opened it slowly. You saw Lily, James and Sirius stood there with raised brows. 

“Come on get dressed, we’re gonna go see Moony before he has to lock himself away for the moon.” Sirius exclaimed cheerfully as he pushed into the flat, Lily and James following as you stood there with a blank look. 

“Sure, come on in guys.” You scoffed sarcastically as you walked over to the kettle and flicked it on grabbing to cups. 

“Forget the tea. We’ll have tea at Moony’s.” Sirius groaned dramatically as he rested his head on your shoulder watching you make tea. 

“That’s not how I like my tea.” Sirius huffed making you roll your eyes. 

Suddenly the sound of growling was prominent in the room making Sirius spin around to see Remus stood there in only his jeans from yesterday. You raised a brow at Remus stepping away from Sirius making Remus’s face relaxed which for some reason made you grin. You stepped closer to Sirius again putting your hand on Sirius’s chest and Remus glared at him letting out another growl. 

“So hot.” You giggled as you bound over to Remus who instantly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest possessively. 

“Fuck yes! Gimmie my money, gentlemen!” Lily laughed as she held out her hand. 

“Couldn’t of waited till after the moon?” Sirius groaned as he handed over his money. 

“Better than me, I said it would take another 6 months!” James sighed passing his pregnant wife money. 

“Idiots.” You snorted before snuggling into Remus who pecked your forehead gently.  

Fuck yes! You got the hunky werewolf. 

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[geddy-leesbian]

SERRENNEDY POKEMON CROSSOVER AU FOR SERRENNEDY WEEK!!

As you can see above, this is very angsty. Leon and Luis both have a lot of trauma and Baggage. Luis almost has a panic attack and does some trauma dumping.

While there's no explicit smut on screen, there's a moment that gets kinda steamy and a fade to black/implied sex scene.

(oh and personally I feel very awkward swapping things out with pokemon terminology, like using "Arceus" instead of "God" so there is normal swearing here)

“Dr. Serra Navarro?”

“Well, yes, that is me, but typically I prefer Professor Serra,” His eyes wander all over Leon. “Though for someone as pretty as you, I prefer just Luis. Is there something I can help you with?”

Leon was afraid that he was going to go all the way to Alola only to find out it was all a complete waste because Professor Serra actually was just a professor unfortunate enough to share a name with a Team Rocket scientist. But that outcome is already ruled out. Either this guy is the lead he's been seeking for years, or he's an innocent professor that Leon will ask out on a date.

Due to excitement over finally finding a new lead, this trip was hastily put together, and Leon didn't realize how young Dr. Serr– Luis was. Once he confirmed that Luis was from Johto, he didn't go any deeper. He did see a couple pictures, but didn't pay much attention, and assumed the youthfulness was because they were older pictures. His assumption was very wrong. Luis is about his age and way too good-looking. The length of his grayish pink hair is braided, and the loose bangs are fluffy. His tinted glasses are a little too big for his face, but in a cute way. He's taller than Leon. And his outfit is fucking stupid. Shirtless under a lab coat. So stupid. It's hot.

A date with him will make this trip more than worth it.

“I just have some questions for you.”

“About? Are you a parent, or..? I don't think I've seen you around before, but I don't usually get anyone else dropping in on me like this…”

Shit. Leon really should have thought of a cover story beforehand. But in addition to not thoroughly researching Luis enough, he was also too high on the excitement of finally finding something after years of searching to bother thinking through what he'd say.

“Just heard about you, found your past interesting. From Johto originally, was wondering how it affected you. If you had any run-ins with Team Rocket.”

And it looks like Leon will not be going on a date with a handsome professor tonight. This is the guy. He recovers quickly, but for a split second, the phrase ‘Team Rocket’ invokes some panic in his expression.

“No. I was fortunate enough to never have encountered them.”

“You know anything about Mew?”

“Yes, of course? What kind of a professor would I be if I didn't? Mythical pokemon from deep in jungles in South America. Believed to be the ancestor of all pokemon.”

“What about Mewtwo?”

“I've heard the rumors, yes. A clone of Mew that was heavily genetically modified. But I believe that those are just that, rumors. There is no real substance to the claims.”

“Cinnabar Island. That's where you worked when Team Rocket captured and imprisoned Mew. You cruelly experimented on Mew. You helped create Mewtwo.”

“Who in the hell do you think you are, showing up at my doorstep to accuse me of such insane things?!”

“International Police!” Luis starts to shut the door, but Leon blocks the door with his foot. While he wasn't wearing his full uniform, he did bring his badge and takes it out to flash to Luis. He sees some purple fur coming up behind Luis. Must be an espeon, coming to protect its trainer. “Put that in its pokeball and open the door. Now.”

“I will do no such thing! I'm not proud of what I did back then, but I've done my best to leave it all behind, build a new life for myself. I will not allow you, or anyone else, to rip all of that away from me.”

“Not proud of what you did back then? So you admit it?”

“It doesn't matter. Arrest me if you really want, but it won't be anything more than a waste of time for the both of us. I'll maybe spend a night or two in jail, then be let go without charges being filed because I have a good reputation here and you have no evidence. If you try to tell anyone I confessed to involvement with Team Rocket, they won't believe you. You'll ruin your own reputation.”

“I do have evidence! Documents connecting you to the Mew experiments and the creation of Mewtwo.”

Luis actually starts laughing.

“You don't know as much as you think you do then. You find my name on a scrap of paper in the crumbling ruins of a lab, and think you know my life story! So arrogant! Yes, I did work at the Cinnabar lab, but I did not contribute to the creation of Mewtwo. I did not experiment on Mew. I have never had the privilege to even see the legendary Mew in the flesh. Mewtwo had already been created and Mew had already escaped before I was even hired. I can prove that your supposed timeline of my work history is impossible in court, so good luck getting a conviction!”

Leon moves his foot and lets Luis shut the door, and slinks away from his house with his tail between his legs.

…

Leon checks into a motel. He turns the TV on, but he can't focus on it. His mind can't stop wandering back to the conversation, analyzing every word. He fucked up.

“I'm not proud of what I did back then.”

He really fucked up. That could have been a very good angle. Tell Luis that this is his chance to atone and right his wrongs by telling Leon everything he knows about Team Rocket. Maybe even offer some kind of immunity deal if he still seemed hesitant.

But he had to get hot headed and fuck it all up. His first lead in years, and he blew it.

Not ready to admit defeat quite yet, he decides to give himself a day to cool his head off, before trying again. At least Alola offers plenty of distractions. He's not one for most of the tourist trap shit, but distracts himself with hikes through some scenic, and more importantly, rugged terrains. Pushing his body always helps him get his mind together. It's isolated enough that he can let all of his pokemon out too.

Something else Alola offers is a brutal sun. Leon didn't think to buy any sunscreen, and has a bad burn across his face by the end of the day. He's been through far worse, the pain is nothing to him, but he is annoyed at himself for being so stupid. His pokemon were quite happy with the exercise and exploration though, and his head feels clearer, so overall it was a pretty successful day.

…

A knock at Luis's door again. Rattled by yesterday, the knocking gives him a spike of anxiety. Still, he gets up to answer it, in case it's a student or parent that needs something.

He looks through the peephole and sees the same pretty International Police agent that came by yesterday. Luis really doesn't want to open the door. But he's worried it'll be worse if he doesn't and the man busts the door down. Besides, Espeon seems at ease with the situation, not alarmed and protective like she was yesterday. So he opens the door a bit, keeping the chain lock secure in case he tries to get in. (He would certainly be able to break the chain, but at least it would buy Luis a few extra seconds to try to think of a desperate plan.)

“Hello, officer! What are you here to threaten me with today?” Not wanting the agent to know how shaken he is, he turns up the sarcasm in an attempt to mask any nervousness. “Going to accuse me of experimenting on Arceus?

“No. No accusations today. Sorry, about yesterday. Wasn't polite to you. Can I try to make up for it, buy you dinner?”

“You can't seriously believe I'm going to just walk right into whatever kind of trap this is?”

“It's not a trap. Just feel bad about yesterday, I swear. I'm Leon, by the way. Think I forgot to mention it before.”

Luis goes to shut the door, but Espeon seems determined that Leon should be heard out, and telekinetically lifts the chain and nudges the door open. Leon smiles, and it cuts right through Luis's fear.

“I don't like you, and I don't trust you. But…” The prettiest man that Luis has ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on is trying to buy him dinner. (The angry red sunburn on his face does make him the tiniest bit less pretty, but he's still incredibly pretty.) Whether it's a date or something else, turning him down goes against everything Luis believes in. “I suppose I'm willing to put that aside for a free meal.”

“Look, you have every right to feel that way. But I really regret yesterday, I swear. It's just this subject… My parents were Team Rocket. Died on a mission,” Leon hates talking about this. With anyone. Back in his pokemon trainer days, before deciding to join the International Police, he'd had some time in the limelight. First as a rising star gym challenger, then as a champion. He always sidestepped questions when interviewers started asking about family. He especially hates talking about it to a member of Team Rocket. But this is the price he pays for fucking up yesterday. If he wants Luis to trust him and give him what he came for, he needs to give something himself. “Never knew details until I started investigating some stuff related to Team Rocket, found out they died on one of the expeditions looking for Mew. So this whole topic just gets me hot headed and dumb and I say things I don't mean and regret.”

“Well, it sounds like you shouldn't be an International Police agent then, if you can't separate your own personal issues from the job.”

“Yeah, maybe I shouldn't be…” Leon says, because what else is there to say? Luis isn't wrong. “C'mon, dinner. Walked past a restaurant on the way here, you know if it's any good?”

“Yes, we can eat there. By the way, are you aware that your face is extremely sunburned? I have stuff I could put on to help it.”

“Food first. Maybe after.”

“Suit yourself. I'm going to change, I'll be out in a minute.”

Luis ditches the lab coat and comes out with a top on, something that disappoints Leon more than it should. At least it's just a vest that shows off a decent amount of his chest. His hair is down today, and it somehow makes him look even better.

Leon regretted the way he approached Luis yesterday, but initially it wasn't because of guilt. Even if it wasn't Mewtwo, there was something Luis was involved in. He only denied experimenting on Mew and creating Mewtwo, he admitted he was a member of Team Rocket. Luis deserved the harsh treatment, he had only regretted it because Luis could be useful to him. But he does feel a small twinge of guilt for demanding he put his espeon in its pokeball when it follows Luis out the door and he sees that it has a service pokemon vest on. Maybe Luis would have felt safe and opened the door if he could keep Espeon out.

“I can walk there fine,” Luis says, noticing Leon looking at the harness. “I have an injury from a long time ago that flares up from time to time, but Espeon can sense when I'm going to have problems with it, gives me warning, and helps me not fall on my face when it does act up and I struggle keeping my balance. But it is fine most days.”

They sit across from each other, Espeon laying under the table by Luis's feet. Leon has to keep reminding himself that this is not a date. This is an attempt to get Luis to move past yesterday's harsh treatment so Leon can have a second chance at interrogating him. Despite his attempts to not ogle Luis, Leon can't help himself, and notices something very interesting. Scars. The biggest one is on his chest, and another on his cheek.

Being in a public place seems to put Luis at ease. Somewhat, he's at least smiling and looking more relaxed. As it probably should. Leon is dying to grill Luis about the “injury from a long time ago” and the scars he's noticed since sitting down. But this isn't the time or place.

“So… Small talk time?” God. This is actually a fucking date. “How long you been a cop? And why are you still poking around with Team Rocket? They're not a problem anymore. Disbanded twice, no activity in years. One would think the International Police might have some, ah, you know, actual problems to deal with, eh?”

“Been one for a few years. There's not a lot of resources being used up for it anymore, but it still matters to me personally,” There's actually no resources spent on it. Leon isn't here on official International Police business. The Team Rocket hunt is just vigilante shit Leon does on his own time. “Just because they've stopped doesn't mean they shouldn't be brought to justice for the past. Their leader slipped away, it just doesn't sit right with me. I'm trying to nail as many members who slipped away as possible,” Luis's smile disappears. “As far as justice goes, I'm mostly concerned about the big fish. Leader, executives. Finding small fish is just a good way to get leads on the big ones.”

“So if I understand, you help the small fish, they help you? They tell you everything they know about the big fish, and in exchange you don't come down hard on them?” Leon smiles and nods. It'll probably take longer than it should have because he'll need to build some trust after freaking the fuck out their first conversation, but Luis will play the game and give him what he came for. Luis's smile comes back. “Well, interesting… How have your investigations been going?”

“I've made some good leads,” That's a complete lie. Finding Luis's name in the ruins of Cinnabar Island is literally the only lead he's had in years. But telling Luis that will make him feel empowered. “William's out there somewhere, just a matter of time until I find him. Or until he gets tired of licking his wounds in secret and re-emerges on his own, something I'm hoping to at least make harder for him by picking off people he'll need to organize.”

…

“Do you want to come in?” Is Luis trying to have sex with him right now? They did just go on a date, after all. Why doesn't Leon want to say no? “So I can help you with your sunburn.”

Shit. Leon needs to get his mind out of the gutter.

Leon sits on Luis's couch, and Luis drags a stool over by the couch to sit on while he gently rubs ointment across his face with his (gloved) hands. Their faces are so close together. Leon has to stop looking at his face, because he wants to lean forward and kiss Luis. So he looks down. At Luis's neck. A fatal mistake. Before his brain can even process what his body's doing, he's pulling Luis forward, off the stool and onto Leon's knee. His teeth are sinking into Luis's neck.

As soon as he realizes what he's done, he hopes that Luis is going to ask him what the hell he's doing and get up off of him, because he's not sure he'll be able to control himself if Luis is into this too.

Of course Leon isn't that lucky. Luis moans at the first bite. He moans again and grinds down on Leon's knee with the second bite. The third bite has him yanking off the ointment covered rubber gloves and just tossing them on the floor, so he can start exploring Leon's body with his hands.

“I wish I could make some quip about buying me dinner first, but you quite literally did just buy me dinner, so… And really, I would be happy with this even if you hadn't,” Leon just keeps biting as Luis rambles. Now there's a hand in his hair, that clenches around or tugs at it with every bite. There's another hand working the button on his vest, and Leon is quite impressed by his finesse. With one hand and without even looking, Luis quickly has all of them unbuttoned. Though it doesn't get him to the bareskin he's desperately trying to get to, Leon also has a button down undershirt on. Luis doesn't bother unbuttoning all of them, just a couple so he can reach the bareskin of Leon's chest. “Someone as pretty as you doesn't need to buy me dinner, they can just do whatever they'd like to me. You're a cop, you have handcuffs? I'm into that.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Leon pushes him off his lap and gets up, then picks Luis up bridal style. Partially because he wants to give Luis a subtle reminder that he isn't just some small-time cop. He is, in fact, a very well trained special agent in peak physical condition. But mostly because there's a very specific place he wants to carry Luis to. He wasn't lying about someone like Leon being able to do whatever; he readily accepts being picked up, wrapping his arms around Leon's neck. “Where's your bedroom?”

…

“I didn't know I was working for Team Rocket initially. They had things very well compartmentalized. I was hired by a shell company. They had a contract with Devon Corp, so it really seemed like a completely legitimate company.”

In the afterglow, Luis finally starts speaking about his past. Leon briefly wonders if this makes him a whore. He isn't getting money for having sex with Luis, but he is getting information. Something even more valuable to him. The entire reason he's here.

But intent matters, right? Leon didn't start biting his neck because he wanted information. He didn't suck his dick because he wanted information. He didn't put him in handcuffs and sit on his face because he wanted information. He did all of it just because he wanted to. Just because Luis is hot enough that Leon temporarily forgot that he hated him. He was fully prepared to just go back to his motel room after, without any additional info from Luis, and just keep building the trust. So while he's not a whore, he definitely is a slut. Whatever. He's making more progress in his investigation than he has in years, it's fine.

“I was in a research team focused on mega evolution, specifically artificial mega evolution,” Luis continues. “Devon had recently perfected an artificial pokemon line, Beldum. They wanted us to find a way to make Metagross mega evolve. It was no easy task… But we did it. We tinkered around, created an artificial mega stone that metagross would respond to. We researched further, tweaking things to modify metagross's mega form, until we felt it was powerful enough. I was informed that Devon was extremely pleased with the work, and given a promotion, to be the head researcher on a new project my company started…”

“Guessing that's when you started at the Cinnabar lab?”

Luis says nothing, just stares down blankly, frozen. Leon reaches for a pokeball on the nightstand, and lets his sylveon out. It knows exactly what to do, approaching Luis to wrap its ribbon feelers around his arm. Leon hadn't ever wanted a sylveon. He had wanted his eevee to evolve into an espeon, actually. He thought the psychic abilities would be useful in his line of work. But it evolving into a sylveon instead has been a happy accident. Its calming abilities can be surprisingly useful.

“Yes, it was,” Luis answers. He's still wincing at the memories, but Sylveon's soothing aura is preventing him from having a full-blown panic attack and shutting down. “All I was told beforehand was that it was another project related to artificial mega stones. This was when the Alola research about mega evolution being cruel on the pokemon was starting to come out, so in my naivete I assumed we'd be modifying natural mega stones in ways that would make it easier on the pokemon. I knew something was deeply wrong when I was led downstairs. Armed guards. There was a whole maze of hallways and locked gates. As I said yesterday, Mewtwo was already created by this point. It had also escaped once and only narrowly recaptured, so there was much stronger security. I was never alone, there were always at least two armed guards with me at all times. It wasn't just to keep Mewtwo from getting out, it was also to keep me in. I knew it was wrong, it made my stomach churn, but I did the work. I did what was asked of me. We made two artificial mega stones tailored to Mewtwo. Two different stones, two different forms with different strengths.”

Despite Sylveon's feelers, and now Espeon's face rubbing against his other arm, Luis breaks down sobbing.

“You're okay. You're safe,” Leon whispers. Sylveon moves away from Luis's lap, laying down at the end of the bed, so that Leon can wrap his arms around him. As helpful as soothing pokemon like Sylveon can be, sometimes people just need human touch. Leon wants to press for more information right away, but he's not going to repeat yesterday's mistake. He has to go slow, he can't risk pushing Luis away and making him shut down before he's gotten all the information he can out of him. “You don't have to tell me the rest right now. Take all the time you need, okay, sweetheart?”

Jesus Christ. He just had sex with a member of Team Rocket, and now he's calling him sweetheart. At least he's making progress.

Luis just clings to Leon and sobs for a few minutes, before finally speaking again.

“I didn't want to, Leon. I didn't want to. I didn't have a choice. They were forcing me to, they would hurt me if I didn't, and I couldn't get help. Not from gym leaders. Everyone knows that William was the Viridian gym leader, but it went so much deeper than anyone knew. The lab was right by the Cinnabar gym, Wesker was the gym leader and heavily involved in all of the Team Rocket science research. Alexia, Saffron's leader at the time, was quite involved too and came to the lab regularly. The ones who weren't involved were getting paid off to look the other way. The police were paid off too,” Leon entwines one of his hands with Luis's and squeezes it, presses chaste kisses onto his neck, trying to encourage him to keep talking. This is a goldmine. He's long suspected there was a lot of corruption in Kanto and some intentional incompetence during the initial Team Rocket investigations, but could never get anything solid. And the fact that there were other gym leaders directly involved is actually news to him. “It was so screwed up what we were doing, I lost sleep over it, I barely ate because I had no appetite. Until one day…”

A loud, choked sob.

“Mewtwo got out again. All the new precautions weren't enough. It attacked all of us, we deserved it… It was a lab, there were scalpels, lots of glass to break, so many sharp objects that it lifted with its mind to hurl at us. That's how I got all my scars. The worst wound was in my back. It almost killed me, if it had pushed the bone saw in even just a little bit deeper, I would have died. I only survived because… It wasn't luck, it didn't make a mistake, it chose not to wound me fatally, because… Because I think it got in my head, it didn't say anything but it made eye contact with me, and saw that I wasn't a willing participant in its torture. The room after, blood… So much… I was the only one spared, it killed all the others.”

Luis untangles himself from Leon and lays down, closing his eyes. Seems like that's all the information he's getting tonight. Which he isn't upset about, it's a lot, far more than he was expecting. He'd like to know more about Mewtwo, where it ended up after this, and of course he needs more details about Wesker and Alexia.

“Stay?” Luis asks quietly, when Leon starts getting dressed. “Please?”

“Yeah,” Leon does still reach for his pants, but doesn't put them on, just fishes out his notepad so he can write everything down while it's still fresh. “Okay, I'll stay.”

It's dangerous. Leon is so close to liking this guy. Something he needs to not do, because Luis very much has the potential to be dangerous. The main reason Leon had been so hot headed and harsh to him initially is because he thought he got away with everything. He thought that Luis was a monster, and, instead of paying for his crimes, just walked away completely unscathed. Just moved to a new region, was completely accepted, became a pokemon professor, a pillar of the community. A role model.

But that's been shattered. While it may not have been in the traditional route, Luis has paid for his crimes. Is paying for them. Leon is cynical enough that he might have believed everything was just bullshit to manipulate him under other circumstances, but there's enough that it's undeniable. There's more than just faded scars that could have been the result of anything, he has an actual service pokemon. Years later, his injuries are still problematic enough for him to need that assistance. And clearly, he is genuinely traumatized. No one is that good at acting, Team Rocket is truly a trigger for him.

The issue is that Leon doesn't know why it's a trigger. Even injured and traumatized, Luis could be dangerous. The best case scenario is that he's been completely with Leon, and truly hates what he did. The worst case scenario is that he doesn't feel any guilt for his actions, and his near death experience was the only source of the trauma, without any emotional side to it.. Even injured and traumatized, Luis has the potential to be very dangerous.

“Hey, Luis?” Leon whispers after he's done jotting down notes about what Luis said, hoping he's not already asleep. His eyes flutter open. “Is it fine if I let my growlithe out? Usually sleep with it.”

“Go ahead. Just don't leave me. I don't want to wake up alone.”

He should leave. Luis is dangerous. Luis is Team Rocket. And Leon might already be a little bit in love with him, and needs to get the fuck away from him before he falls in even deeper.

But he doesn't. Instead he lets Growlithe out, turns off the lamp on the nightstand, and spoons Luis. He falls asleep with his arms wrapped around him, face buried in his fluffy hair. Espeon sleeps on the floor in its own little bed, while Growlithe and Sylveon lay down by their feet.

#serennedy week 2024 #serennedy #serrennedy #luis serra #leon kennedy #luis sera navarro #leon s kennedy #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #re4make #re4

[lesbiandanhowell]

Sam reacts to: This game ended our friendship - Bread and Fred

This might the most I have ever laughed at any video on the internet, it took me OUT!

- Phils phat ass is mentioned again, thank you Dan for never letting that die.

- Oh god the same keyboard is going to be chaos, but also this has chaotic energy same as Fire Boy and Water Girl.

- NOT THE MARRIED DISCUSSION I NEED YOU TO SHUP UP ACTUALLY. Like this has been too much of a tumblr thing for them to talk about if they Penguins are together and Dan saying twin beds means single or married... (as if we haven't talked about the bedrooms in the phouse like, they are in the walls aren't they.)

- I am crying 3 minutes in because Dan is just soooo done with Phil already and they haven't even started the game.

- "The top" DAN PLEASE SHUT UP

- Phil being so proud of Northern is actually very nice, like yeah you should be!

- Literally screaming with laughter, their chaos us too much.

- I NEVER laugh at videos online (this is actually a thing, like I find stuff funny but making me laugh out loud with anything online is tricky) but I had to pause this 9 minutes in because I was laughing so hard. I deadass had to sit and laugh for a minute because I couldn't keep focusing on them playing.

-Phil thinking about the gay penguins, like how many gay thoughts did they have to keep to themselves all those years if this is how his brain works??

-I see you Dan with the Air Up water bottle (such an unimportant detail but felt worth mentioning anyway somehow. Within 1 minute: Dan made Phil a penguin (idiot) sandwich, Phil was ready to give up, Fred just died, more grey sweatpants from Dan (uncensored), Phil got his controller (because he gets anything he asks for). Everything about that scene just took me out sooo hard.

- bro I can't with this video I am SOBBING

- Dan going "The P in Phivorce stands for penguin" I AM ACTUALLY DYING AT THIS VIDEO JESUS CHRIST

- Dan's little chuckle after "to end Dan and Phil"

I don't know how to recover from this, I am mentally unwell.

Check out #sam reacts for more of my unhinged thoughts and see you tomorrow!

#dan and phil #amazingphil #daniel howell #phan #gaymingmas #sam reacts #This game ended our friendship - Bread and Fred

[skibasyndrome]

Hey Simon 💜,

1, 2,4, 36, 39, 41, 46 and 47 for the fanfic ask :)

Hope you have a lovely weekend!!

Hi Sophia 🥰 Thanks so much for sending in an ask! I'll try my best to reply with the tiny catalog of read fics I have available haha.

favorite fanfic of all time

I cannot possibly answer something as... final as this lmao. I'll just name my recent faves again (sorry for tagging you guys again):

The most beautiful boy by thelovelysarcastic (not on tumblr? idk?)

Treasures and Treachery by itsme_hi_imtheproblem/@iwouldnevergetintofanfic

Ivy by unfortunate17/@unfortunate17

2. favorite writer of the fandom

You see... now I have a very similar problem, lmao. Toooo many amazingly talented people whose writing I am obsessed with, to possibly decide, but I'll give a few definite faves:

@earlgrey-lateatnight (RubyIntyale), @ungaroyals (embracedthevoid), @unfortunate17, @darktwistedgenderplural, @iwouldnevergetintofanfic (itsme_hi_imtheproblem), @stretchoutfics (strechoutandwait), ... (and I'm sure I'm already forgetting people and fics arghhh)

4. the fanfic you would recommande for somebody not in the fandom

Honestly? All of my favorites.

But I actually did send a link to you can stay by origamifrogs/@princewillesothermom to my bf @alkalinetrios yesterday because I was like "I don't care that you're not involved, you HAVE to read this". (it's beautiful and heart-wrenching and a masterpiece)

36.   your favorite trope

So if we're learning one thing here today, it's that I am highly indecisive. God, I love so many tropes. I think it'd be easier to ask which tropes I don't like, I guess?

But I definitely love a good slow-burn, a good friends-to-lovers or enemies-to-lovers or strangers-to-whatever-to-lovers with everyone suffering from being painfully in love. I guess I just very much love reading about them falling in love and being dumb about not noticing that it's mutual lol. Yeah I think that's it, something like mutual, very lovesick pining.

39. a trope you would like to see (more) in the fandom

Oh idk, I don't think I have enough of an overview to really say something I missing, but as a never-fully-recovered former emo kid I'd love to see some more of the stuff the MCR fandom had for example, like idk... vampires obviously, but also ghost stuff or like tragic angsty historical fics or idk. I guess just some dark stuff? For funsies lol.

41. How do you choose the fic you read

Firstly it's gotta be Wilmon-centric, then I look at the word count, and compare that to how much time I have lol, then I read the summary and idk? I guess either the writing style needs to catch me immediately or it needs to be some original premise. Or a retelling of one of my favorite scenes, that also catches me lol. So I guess I just base what I want to read on the summary. Oh, or a trusted mutual/friend recommends it!

46. did you stay awake up to an veeeery unreasonable hour to finish a fanfic

Yeeeeeeep, very much do that, probably too often. Sometimes my eyes will be falling shut, but I tell myself I gotta push through, there's only x chapters left lol

47. WIP or not WIP

Yes WIP!!!! I love WIPs for soooo many reasons, most of all because it's such a fun journey and because the waiting just kind of heightens the excitement for the next chapter!

Send me a fanfic ask

#I CANT MAKE DECISIONS OKAY #sillylittleflower #fanfic ask #answered

[bluestarfruit]

You Should See The Scars.

(Ellis Fielding X Reader)

asked some friends what my first fic should be, @/psychokinetic-ectoplasm said it should be Ellis Fielding from Loose Cannons so. here we are lol

NSFW, MINORS DNI WITH THIS POST

~~~~~

After a little more than 10 years on the force, you figured you must have seen it all. Weird shit in basements during busts, dramatic outbursts in courtrooms, car chases, conspiracies, the whole nine yards. You certainly weren’t living like an action movie hero or anything, but you’d seen a bit of action, and you thought nothing could surprise you anymore.

But when you transferred to a slower department and Detective Fielding was practically dropped in your lap, you realized how wrong you were.

You almost weren’t sure he was a cop when you met him. With that round face and shy smile, you figured he must be some collaborator with the department- a historian, or city official, or something. But there was his badge, gleaming where it hung from the breast pocket of his suit. 

“How come I’ve never met you before, Detective?” you asked, still glancing him over.

“Oh,” he started with a polite smile. “You must have transferred here after I went on leave. I was uh… gone for a couple years. And when I got back, my first case led me to a firefight. I’ve… been in the hospital recovering since then.”

“Ohhhhhh,” you hummed, smiling back. “You were one of the ones on the von Metz case. I knew I’d heard your name somewhere. Congratulations on a job well done, then.”

“Well,” he chuckled with a shy grin. “Couldn’t have done it without help.”

-----

From the beginning, you knew full well that Fielding had his… little quirk. His uncle briefed you on it, with Fielding’s consent, of course. But over the months, you two seemed to have developed an unspoken agreement not to mention it. Sometimes he’d say something like “Hey, is it alright if you drive? I’d do it myself, but, uh, I can’t really…”

You’d cut him off with something like “Yeah, it’s fine.”

It was starting to bother you. It was the elephant in the room, hanging over these conversations about what he could or couldn’t do. You decided you didn’t want to stay quiet about it anymore.

You spoke up during a drive to a crime scene. It had been a few moments of deafening silence when you finally spoke: “Detective Fielding, I just wanna say something.”

“Yeah?” he responded.

“This disorder you have.”

You saw him swallow thickly out of the corner of your eye.

“Y’know, you don’t have to be nervous about telling me what you can or can’t do. I understand that there are triggers you need to avoid.”

He didn’t say anything back.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is… I promise I’m not looking at you weird for it. You don’t have to pretend it’s not there. Not that I’m trying to make you talk about it or anything. Just wanted to let you know you don’t have to tiptoe around it if you don’t want to, and I��m okay picking up in the places you can’t.”

…Again, you were answered with silence. You glanced over at him- but were surprised to see him shyly smile at you. “Got it,” he answered quietly, his eyes meeting yours.

-----

You remember the first time you noticed the scars. It was about a year after you’d started working together. The two of you had just come back from some crime scene out under the DC summer sun. In desperate attempts to escape a heat stroke, you had shed your jacket and unbuttoned the top of your shirt. Fielding similarly had left his suit jacket in the car, undone his top buttons too, and had rolled his sleeves up to his forearms.

“God damn,” you sighed as you shut your car door. “I’m ready to write this report and go home.”

“Yeah,” he answered, plodding around from his side of the car to walk beside you. “I’m ready to just shower and lay down.”

“You need it,” you answered. “You’re drenched.”

He looked down to notice the sweat soaking through his shirt, pursing his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh.

It was as you two chatted over the water cooler, chugging the ice-cold water, that you finally noticed. His arm was propped on the cooler, pushing his sleeve up, and… there was something on his skin, peeking out from the hem of his sleeve.

“Hey, Fielding, there’s something on your arm,” you said simply, pointing with the hand that held your cup.

“O-oh, that’s uh-“ he stuttered, bringing his arm to his side and smoothing down his sleeve. “It’s from-“

That’s when it hit you. “Oh god, Fielding, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

“It’s okay,” he responded. But his lips pursed tightly and he wouldn’t meet your gaze. And right after you had gotten rid of that first elephant in the room, there was now another.

-----

Time passed. You and Fielding had been working together for over a year at this point, but things were way past the point of just being co-workers. After a few spontaneous dinners, a movie or two, and a night at your place, you had to make it official and have the department separate and reassign you. Of course, you wanted to be professional and keep your relationship out of your work. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t mingle in the hallways or head to dinner right after clocking out. It’s not like you drove in separate cars.

You couldn’t help your affection for him. His nervous little smiles, the stupid little bow ties he wore, the way he’d light up when he’d see you- he was such a sweetheart, too. You felt like the protagonist of a corny coming-of-age movie.

But there was always that elephant in the room.

You’d kiss him, he’d kiss back, you’d reach up to unbutton his shirt- but then he’d gently wrap his warm hands around your wrists and carefully pull your hands away from his collar. Or maybe you’d reach for his belt buckle- same thing, he’d gently pull your hands away, holding your hands in his. And he’d always look down at you with those big, mismatched eyes and purse his lips. After trying a few times over the course of a few weeks, you understood and stopped trying.

It nagged at you. Was it those scars? Is that why he wouldn’t let you see him undressed? Or was he just not into you? Was he trying to spare your feelings? You didn't even mind that he didn't want to have sex, you just wanted to understand why;

You didn’t know what to think, and you were too worried to ask. And so, you suffered in silence, longing for his touch, wishing you knew why he didn’t want you.

But eventually, you got your answer.

Summer had come again, and with it, another day of suffering in the sun. He’d come back to your apartment with you, with a promise of buying you lunch after using your shower. With a few laughs and smiles, you nudge him along to your bedroom.

“The bathroom connects to the bedroom. So just leave your clothes here, and I’ll try to dry them off while you’re in there,” you purr, running your fingers through his sweaty hair.

“Sounds good to me,” he answers with a smile. You grin back at him as you shut the door for him.

But then you realized. “Oh, wait, Ellis, Honey-“ you started, grabbing a towel from where you kept them, before hurrying back and pushing the door open. “Don’t get undressed yet, I forgot to give y-“

You paused in the doorway. There he was, sitting on the edge of your bed, his sweaty shirt in his hands.

They were worse than you thought.

The scars were all over him. Knife wounds, you figured. They were buried into his skin- several on his chest, a few on his shoulders, upper arms, and stomach. Despite being old and faded, they were obvious.

His eyes caught your attention next. His bright, mismatched eyes staring wide up at you, his lips slightly parted in shock. He must be terrified.

“Ellis,” you breathed.

“Please don’t look,” he responded weakly.

“Wait, Ellis.” You hurried over, settling on your knees in front of him to meet his eyes better.

“…I know, they’re awful,” he rasped quietly, looking down at the shirt bunched in his hands.

“No, Honey,” you answer. “They’re not.”

“Don’t try to spare my feelings.”

“No, I mean it, Ellis,” you say, grabbing his hand, gently pulling it away from the fabric of his shirt. His skin is clammy, and his palms sweaty. He looks away, his eyes watery.

There’s a moment of silence. You, sitting before him, clasping his hand gently. You lean in and kiss his cheek.

“I love you so much, just like this. Scars don’t change anything,” you continue. You rest your hand on his chest, your thumb rubbing over a scar.

“Sweetheart-“ he rasps weakly, turning his head a little. As you turn to look at him, he presses his lips to yours. He kisses you softly, weakly, as if he’s about to fall asleep.

When you part, you pant against his parted lips, “I think you’re gorgeous.”

He pauses for a moment. “…You mean it?”

You smoothed your hand up his chest. “Mhm,” you hummed to him. “If you want… I can show you how good I think you look.”

He seemed to pause again. “Only if that’s what you want, of course,” you continue, smiling sympathetically. “I just want to show you that I love you."

“I’d like that,” he said, almost a whisper, giving his usual shy, nervous smile.

“Great. I promise I’ll take good care of you,” you respond, smiling back.

After a moment, you move your head, pressing your lips to his neck. Already, he whimpers quietly. Your fingertips smooth over a scar on his chest, and he shivers a little at the strange sensation. You take a few moments to press kisses down his neck and across his shoulder. “You doing okay, Ellis?” you ask.

“Y-yeah,” he sighed breathlessly.

Your lips touched a scar on his collarbone. A whimper almost broke from his throat, but he barely managed to keep himself quiet. As you pressed a few more kisses to his neck, your fingertips brushed downward over the remainder of the scars on his torso. Eventually, they settled on his belt.

“Ellis…” you said lowly. You leaned back to look his his eyes. His were still damp- but they were hazy and a little blown out. “Is it alright if I stroke you?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded, his eyes locked to yours. At that, you smiled and leaned in to kiss him. This time, he kissed back with some force, hungry for more, but still weak. After you undid his belt, he lifted his hips to let you work his slacks down.

There were more scars. A few zigzagged across his thighs. You noticed a more recent scar that must have been the bullet wound from his gunfight. But what stood out to you was a particularly deep one across his abdomen, carved into his stomach, between his hips.

You can’t imagine what it had been like for him. Held down, watching a blade drag through your stomach- you blinked away the dampness in your eyes. Your fingers brushed against the scar, tracing the length of it lightly.

“Sweetheart,” he called softly, lifting his hand from your shoulder to brush through your hair.

You snapped out of it. “Sorry. I’m just… I’m sorry you’ve been through so much, Ellis. You didn’t deserve it.”

“It’s alright,” he answered. “I’m okay, here with you.”

You smiled sadly up at him, and he smiled back. You took the hand brushing through your hair, kissing his knuckle before leaning back a little to finally take care of him. 

“Oh,” you breathed quietly, your eyes tracing over his length for the first time.

His heart jumped in his chest. “What?”

“You’re bigger than I expected.”

He couldn’t help but blush a little at that.

You reached out to wrap a hand around his member, already half-hard. He quietly sucked in a breath at the sensation of your warm fingers wrapping around him. God, it felt just as he’d always imagined.

It took everything in him not to whimper when you pumped him once slowly. He watched your hand drag down his length and back up, then lifted his gaze. His eyes met yours for a moment. “You’re so cute,” you purred. He immediately looked away with a little noise of surprise.

Once again, you pumped his length at an agonizingly slow pace. Finally, a tiny whine tumbled from his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

“Feeling okay?” you asked softly, your fingers still wrapped around the base.

“Uh-huh,” he rasped back. “Please.”

“Of course. Here, Honey,” you answer.

The moment you started properly stroking his length, another little moan escaped his throat. You watched his eyes flutter shut, before he lowered his head to hide his face from you.

“Ellis,” you purred softly, catching his chin in the palm of your free hand and lifting it up. His face leveled with yours; His eyebrows were knit, his lips slightly parted, and his eyes were hazy. You leaned in, and softly pressed your lips to his. Instantly, he whined into it and pressed closer. His kiss was desperate and deep now. Months of wanting you- starving for your touch, your affection, but being too scared to admit it, bubbled to the surface. One of his hands gripped at the fabric of your shirt, and his free one settled on your arm. You felt his warm palms through the fabric- you could feel that he was trembling faintly.

A burst of pleasure bubbled up from his belly. At that, he broke the seal of the kiss, finally sighing a full moan against your lips.

“You’re doing great, Ellis,” you whispered to him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. You reached up with your free hand to brush your fingers through his hair. Still damp, you thought. I’ll help him shower after this.

“Sweetheart-“ he whined, “I’ve wanted you so bad.”

“Mhm?”

“Y-you have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about this,” he said, looking down to watch your grip firmly drag up his length.

“Mmm, what do you dream about?” you answered sweetly.

“U-uh. You kissing me. Taking care of me like this.”

You met his eyes for a moment- he looked back at you, waiting with bated breath to know how you felt about his fantasies. You leaned in to kiss him again, and he moaned into it eagerly. After a moment, your lips parted from his, and you said quietly, “Well, I’m right here to take care of you. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Really?” He said, leaning back to look at you with wide eyes.

“Mhm.”

His eyes stayed glued to yours for a moment, before turning away. Eventually he turned back to you, and rasped, “Faster. Please.”

You giggled softly. “Of course, Ellis.”

You picked up the pace of your grip pumping up and down his length, instantly drawing another moan from his throat. His head rolled back a little as his eyes fluttered shut once again and his brow furrowed. Your lips pressed against his jaw before you leaned back to watch yourself stroke him.

To your delight, precum had beaded on the tip of his dick. You gently ran the pad of your thumb over the head, eliciting a shudder and a moan from him. He rolled his head forward, his hazy gaze meeting yours. Your first name left his lips- something you’d never heard him say before.

“Hi,” you responded playfully. You leaned forward, once again pressing your lips to his, and he kissed back just as eagerly and hungrily as before. This is where you stayed as you continued to stroke his length, hot and practically throbbing in your palm.

His lips eventually parted from yours, as another moan ripped from his throat. His hips squirmed slightly, pushing his dick into your grip.

“You’re close, huh?” you asked.

“G- yeah-“ he moaned back.

“Go ahead, Ellis.”

He whimpered softly as you picked up the pace once again, stroking his length harder to help him reach his finish. He only lasted a few more moments before he finished with a broken moan. He spilled into your palm, some of it landing on your sleeve. You didn’t mind much. You continued to work him through his climax, until he moaned your name once again.

The look on his face was so sweet, his mouth hanging open a little and his brow furrowed. You didn’t realize a simple handjob would make such a mess of him.

But as the afterglow faded out, he opened his eyes and realized where he had finished. “Oh, Sweetheart, I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ he started, a look of shame coming over his face.

“It’s alright, Ellis. I should have grabbed the towel. I was just so focused on you,” you answered, smiling up at him warmly.

He chuckled breathlessly, rubbing his hand over his face in embarrassment. “Oh man. Thank you,” he sighed. “That was… You’re wonderful,” he continued.

“You only deserve the best,” you purr back.

“Oh, quit it.” he responds, a smile playing about his lips.

“I mean it! You’re such a sweetheart, Ellis. You deserve to pampered.”

“If you think so,” he answered quietly, watching you wipe your palm and sleeve clean. Once you had it all off, you scooted closer and settled between his knees again, wrapping your arms around his waist. He placed a hand on the back of your head, burying his fingers in your hair. Your lips found a scar on his collarbone- he shuddered softly at the sensation.

“You know I meant every word I said, Honey,” you said quietly. “I love you more than anything. Scars and all.”

For a moment, there was only silence. But then he answered. “That means the world to me.”

His hand found its way under your chin, pushing your face up until he could press his lips to yours. He kissed gently, slowly this time. His palm pressed against your cheek, his thumb stroking the skin of your cheekbone. When he parted for air, he smiled down at you, his eyes finally softened and happy.

“How about we jump in the shower? You still have all that sweat sticking to you.”

“Oh, don’t tell me I smelled sweaty that whole time.”

“Wasn’t paying attention.”

He chuckled softly.

“Come with me,” he said with a soft grin. “Please, let me show you how thankful I am. Show you how beautiful I think you are.”

#shoutout to the 2 people who are gonna like this #loose cannons #loose cannons 1990 #ellis fielding #dan aykroyd #my shit

[thissharktypes]

Into the Border-verse: 2

2 - Electric personality 

Oh god. Your head is swimming, trying desperately to peel your eyes open. Please shut up. Though the chatter around you was muffled, like you were underwater, it was still too loud. Your stomach churns violently, that’s enough to have your eyes flying open and flinging yourself over the edge of the bed to unleash all the contents of your stomach onto the floor. You cough, throat burning, tears pooling in your eyes as you continue to dry heave, nothing left to bring up. A gentle hand pulls you backwards and you slump against the pillows. A kind looking doctor dabs the tears from your cheeks and begins adjusting the blankets over you “Damn kid, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone spew that much, and I once saw a psycho being swung around in circles by his feet, puking the whole way ‘round.” The doctor snorts a little before nudging a cup towards you “Better swish your mouth kid.” you grab the cup, hands shaking slightly, you swish before quickly gulping down the water, very aware of how dry your mouth is “Am I…” you look around “in my world?” you couldn’t think of a way to phrase that without sounding insane, just in case you did just have a weird ass dream. He shakes his head “Sorry, can’t say you are, Lilith filled me in on what happened. They all want you in the meeting room once you’re feeling better, I think they’re hopin’ you can give them some help with their plans.” you shake your head “No,” your voice cracks and you wince “I can’t, I don’t support what they do in the games, I don’t support anything anyone does,” you pause “So much violence for what they believe is right, so many innocent lives…” even though for you it was just a video game, you still felt your heart tug whenever you had to watch a scene play out in a way you didn't like. The doctor raises a bushy eyebrow “I’d keep that to yourself kid, wouldn’t want them to get the wrong idea.” his eyes darted to the door “But they won’t let you leave, with the information you have…” he trails off but you understand “Comply or die, right?” he snorts again “You got that right.” the doctor slips a hand under your arm as you struggle to sit up “Let’s get this over with.” He gives a quick nod and you both make your way painfully slow towards the meeting room. 

You pause halfway there, unsure of why you’re so out of breath, huffing, you lean forward, trying to suck in more air “I have a theory,” you motion for the doctor to keep talk while you start to recover “if you’re from a different universe, then more than likely your air is different from ours, might take a bit to adapt.” you pull yourself upright “It feels like I’m breathing in pudding.” you groan out “Poo-ding?” it's your turn to snort “No, PUH-ding, like, chocolate or vanilla goop, there’s other flavors too but most of them are gross.” the doctor just looks even more confused “It's like… a dessert?” his eyes light up “Sweets! I love that stuff, think you could make it for me?” you two begin walking again and you shrug “Maybe, I was a cook in my world, might be able to whip up something similar.” he grins “A cook! How exciting, who do you cook for?” you smile “I worked in a hospital, we had a huge team, sometimes I’d help prep, maybe help in the back with the dishwashers,” your smile drops “I was supposed to be heading to work when I came here.” your chest hurts “What if I never see my coworkers again…” the thought brings tears to your eyes again “You like your team?” you nod “I loved them, they were like family honestly, they took care of me, reminded me to eat, take breaks, drink water.” you and the doctor near the large room where you can see a few figures around a table “What about your actual family?” he asks softly, you grind your teeth and blink away the tears “Fuckin losers, the lot of ‘em,” you pause “Except my grandparents.” your voice softens at the thought of them “They passed away a few years ago though.” the doctor pats your arm “I’m sorry kid, I don’t know why you were sucked into our world but I sure do like you so far.” he smiles as he leads you to a chair across from Tannis “Well, here’s the kid, be nice to ‘em.” he locks eyes with Lilith and she glowers back. 

It takes a solid hour of screaming back and forth between you and Lilith for someone to finally intervene “Shut up you absolute children!” Tannis screeches over you and the red head, you both fall silent “Lilith, this isn’t working. Nothing is being solved and they obviously don’t want to help us.” Tannis sticks up her nose “Some people just don’t want to save lives I supposed.” you snarl, standing up and slamming your hands down on the table, rattling the coffee cups next to you “I am saving lives, Lives you all took! For your own selfish fucking reasons!” you snap, Tannis and Lilith both boiling with rage while Roland and Brick both looked on with disapproval. 

“Then you give us no choice.” Lilith's voice is harsh.

Before you can blink your arms are pinned behind you and you’re being dragged, kicking and screaming, down a hallway. Your head slams against the wall as Lilith tosses you inside a cell, a thick door sliding shut after you “If you won’t give us the information willingly then we’ll take it by force.” She stares at you through the slit in the door “And you wonder why I won’t help you Crimson Scumbags!” you shout as she turns to leave. 

You aren’t sure how long you’re in the cell, whenever you’re dragged out you can never see a window. The only other place you’ve been to was a grimey and dark room, tied to the chair and beaten black and blue. When whoever tortured you couldn’t get information, your limp body would be hauled back to the cell. 

Your stomach ached, mouth dry, ribs on fire, skin crusted in blood. You never liked Liliths character and this whole situation was proving you right. Lost in your thoughts of the not so fictional game you almost didn’t feel the room around you begin to shake. You drag yourself upright, pain spiking but confusion and curiosity winning out. Screaming echos from somewhere in the building, gunshots echoing soon after. Crawling to the door you bang against it, not entirely sure if you were hoping to be saved or just put out of your misery by the intruders. Your fists thump weakly against the thick door before you slide back down to the ground, your entire stomach and chest burning from exerting yourself. 

A door slams open, followed by several sets of footsteps. You hit the ground hard as the door you were leaning against slides open. You groan and whimper, more pain ricocheting down your spine as you blink up at a grinning face “Hey there babydoll, it’s your knight in shining mask! Handsome Jack!” He motions for the guards behind him to haul you up and you gasp in pain “Fucking shit!” you yelp “Hey now, language! A pretty mouth like yours shouldn’t be used for something so dirty.” he winks at you “Is this yours kiddo? Found it on a table back there.” he hold up your backpack and you weakly nod “Great! Lets get going!” Jack starts walking with an exaggerated marching movement “We got real lucky that the Crimson Asshats aren’t here,” he shoots a wink back at you “I wouldn’t really call it luck, just having spies on the inside.” he wiggles his fingers in your face. 

The two guards holding you up follow behind a chattering Jack, their quick pace leading you all back to a large ship parked haphazardly in front of the building you were being held in. Bright yellow stripes decorate the sides, marking it as Hyperion property, blindingly obvious. As soon as the guards drop you onto a chair Jack is twirling around and slamming a red syringe into your thigh. A sharp burning pain from where the needle hits, followed by sweet sweet relief. You let out a loud sigh, finally feeling better after God knows how long, your body relaxing into the plush seat under you “Thank you.” you say up at Jack who stood over you as your body mended.

He looks slightly taken aback before regaining composure “Of course dollface, I can’t have my secret weapon dying on me.” you groan “Don’t tell me,” He cuts you off “Yup! I know all about your alternate universe and you knowing allllllllll about whats gonna happen here.” He grins, plopping down in a chair as the ship lifts off. “You gonna beat the shit outta me too then?” you lean your head back against the cushy headrest and close your eyes “Not if you listen like a good little pet.” his voice is soft, but firm, an edge to it. You just nod “I know, I know, Blood, guts and glory, ‘I’ll shoot anyone that disrespects me, The Handsomest Jack’.” you lower your voice at the end, putting on an overly annoying male voice. To your surprise Jack bursts out laughing, you open one eye, watching as he bends over grabbing his knee and chest while his entire body shakes in laughter. A grin tugs at your lips “Glad to know you agree that I’m the best looking Jack.” he says after he trails off into giggles “You certainly like your ego stroked pretty boy.” you say through a smile and he wiggles his eyebrows at you “That’s not the only thing I like stroked sweetcheeks.” he raises his hand in a fist and makes a lewd motion, causing you to be the one to hunch over laughing. 

Losing your shit over the Handsome Jack miming a handy-j was not what you expected when you picked up your controller that day. After a few moments of silence, with your eyes closed and head snuggly pressed into the cushion behind you, Jack clears his throat, bringing your attention back to him “So, my source tells me you never told any of the Crimson Raiders anything, you just took the beatings and stayed quiet.” you nod and scratch your head, unsure of where this conversation was going “Why?” he asks “Why what?” you reply, tilting your head “Why didn’t you tell them something.” you shrug and pick at your nails, dirt and blood flaking away “Lots of reasons, I didn’t like Lilith when I played the games, I didn’t like what the Crimson Raiders did, how many people they killed in the name of their mission,” Jack watches you “Yeah sure you killed a shit ton of people, I don’t think there’s a single character that didn’t kill someone, but still,” you frown “I think that you do what you do because you want to be a hero, you want to save people, while Lilith does what she does because she thinks shes better than other people. Her character is pretty well liked, but something about her just rubbed me the wrong way.” your eyes light up after a short moment “But Maya! Oh dear god, now that is a gorgeous siren.” you grin “She’s so pretty, I swear I’d be a total fankid for her.” Jack chuckles “Didn’t know you swung that way baby.” you snort and shake your head “You’ve got that wrong, I swing all the ways, If they’ve got a pulse and can consent I’ll probably find them attractive.” Jack surprises you by slapping your back “Hell yeah! That’s more like it!”.

You two chit chat on and off for the next hour, your conversation dying off as the ship nears the Hyperion base. You shoot upright, almost skidding across the ship as you dash to the window, face pressed against the glass as you stare in awe at the massive building “Pretty impressive huh?” You whip around to face Jack, completely starry eyed “It’s so cool, Can I explore? I won’t go far I promise, I didn’t get to see much in the game, please please please?” You clasp your hands together as you plead “Oh, I like the sound of you begging hot stuff.” his hand cups your chin, tilting your head back to gaze down at you. Your cheeks turn embarrassingly red, the slight  fascination you had towards the character transferring to the man in front of you “I suppose I could give you a tour if you give me something in return.” You nod, slightly dazed by your proximity to Jack. He slings his arm around your shoulders and leads you off the now parked ship “First of all, what’s Liliths next move?” you hum quietly, trying to remember the plot of your game “You’re not gonna like it, so I’ll keep it short. From what I remember Lilith and her little crew use your daughter, they end up killing her, you end up killing Roland and taking Lilith to be a battery for your vault key, some other shit happens and then they kill you.” You glance up at the man next to you “That’s the just of it.” his grip tightens “Kill me? They can’t kill me, I’m the goddamn hero!” you shrug “That’s how the game goes. Not that I liked it but I can’t change the plot.” he shakes his head “Maybe not in your world, but here? I’m in charge. I make the rules.” you always held a soft spot for Handsome Jack for some strange reason, before you can process what you’re about to say, the words just tumble out “The game wasn’t fair, everything was in the Crimson Raiders favor and you didn’t actually have a shot of winning, I don’t agree with most of the shit you did in the game but I do think your character, you, deserved better.” Jack's grip loosens, the two of you walking in silence. 

He slows his pace “I'll have you set up with a room near mine, I’ll also have some clean clothes and whatever else you need sent there. I’ll give you a tour tomorrow when you’ve rested.” He looks so drained all of the sudden, like the entire weight of the world was dropped on his back. “Thank you, I’ll answer any questions you have if I can, if it helps in any way I’ll do it.” he nods, no smartass retort. Jack silently taps on his echo device “Someone will escort you to your room, your bag is already there for you.” he pauses before placing his hand on your shoulder “Don’t make me regret this kindness honeybunches.” While the tone is teasing, he still has that usual edge of threat underneath. 

You watch the sunset through the window across from your bed. You had spent quite a while just fluttering around the large room, opening random cabinets, poking at furniture and finally unpacking your backpack to see what all you had left inside. The contents dumped carelessly around you, forgotten as you watched the sky darken and fill with stars. Unable to fully process the beauty you drag your comforter to the floor and you wrap it around you as you settle down closer to the window. Your neck hurt from having your head tilted back to stare up at the sky, you felt so lost, not a single constellation standing out from your universe, but somewhere deep inside you also felt so at home, the light pollution from your city never gave way for this many stars. Swaddled in a ridiculously warm blanket and luxury soft pajamas, provided for you by Jack of course, you slowly start to doze off, still curled up on the floor by the window.

#handsome jackpot #borderlands handsome jack #handsome jack #timothy lawrence x reader #borderlands x reader #borderlands #handsome jack x reader #borderlands 2 #borderlands 3

[gay-hoodie-boy]

Nocturne of Gotham: Fear Toxin

Just a hurt/comfort pre-identity reveal idea i came up with in the shower, written in a screenplay format cuz it's easier :3

Uhhh... cw the first segment is. Way more angsty than i intended it to be <:3

[SCENE: A Fear Toxin-induced hallucination. NELL sits alone at a desk, surrounded by piles upon piles of paperwork. The room is dark, and a blackberry phone sits vibrating on the desk.]

[Enter NELL's family. Silently, they line up at the desk and drop another stack of paperwork each in front of him. NELL tries to reach for the blackberry to answer it, but it gets knocked away by the impact of each new paper stack. The last one to approach is NELL's MOM, who looks cold and angry.]

MOM: You never do enough for this family. Why can't you live the way you were born?

[The family exits the room single file, a small child knocking a stack of paper work over, causing it to flood the desk. NELL, in tears, scrambles through it to get to whatever he was working on. He finds and picks up the blackberry. Its screen reads "HELP?" Before he can answer it, a massive binder is dropped on the desk with a rumbling sound. NELL looks up. It's JASON.]

JASON: [Glaring] Turn your phone off. I don't care what you want, I need your services. Now. Hurry up.

NELL: J...Jason-?

JASON: Shut up and do your job for me!

[JASON yanks the phone out of NELL's hand and throws it at the wall, smashing it pieces.]

JASON: Remember your worth, Nell. You don't deserve any of us no matter how much you give.

[SCENE: A warehouse somewhere in Gotham City. Some asshole villain has kidnapped Nell, again. Nell sits on the ground tied up to a building pillar. The villain idly sits on a crate, filing their nails. Nell has just woken up from a dose of Scarecrow's Fear Gas, as a manipulation tactic fron our unnamed villain.]

VILLAIN: So. Being a tool, huh?

[NELL does not respond. He is too busy shaking in panic, and also has a gag in his mouth.]

VILLAIN: I know how you can avoid that.

[VILLAIN looks down at Nell, who only meets their gaze for a moment.]

VILLAIN: You should join me. Take over Gotham together. Nobody can use you when you have all the power.

[NELL shakes his head emphatically, huffing in a mix of anxiety and anger. VILLAIN laughs.]

VILLAIN: What? Come on, I'll treat you right. God knows these class traitor Bats won't. They think they're so great, but it's clear they're funded by someone. You and I never had that growing up, did we? Having to rely on people who looked down on us... just like you do with these vigilantes who insist your pathetic life is worth saving.

[NELL breaks the eye contact, physically unable to voice his thoughts on the matter. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm down and let the villain's words go in one ear and out the other.]

VILLAIN: Oh, I know who you're thinking of. The Red Hood, who most often comes to save you. You think he cares, don't you?

[NELL's attention is caught, and he turns his head to VILLAIN sharply, causing them to laugh.]

VILLAIN: Awww, you really do see him as your knight in shining armor! How cute! [Hops down from where they're seated, takes a few intimidating steps towards NELL.] Let me tell you something he won't, my friend. [In a low, harsh whisper] He doesn't care about you. You're nothing but another obligation to take care of, it's his job to rescue you, nothing more.

[A beat of silence follows. NELL glares daggers at the villain in spite of his tears.]

VILLAIN: And yet, you think he loves you. How quaint! Isn't it obvious th- [sudden, sharp, shout. Drops to the floor, unconscious. Standing behind them is RED HOOD.]

[RED and NELL stare at each other for a long moment, both recovering from the incident.]

RED: [glancing up and down to check NELL's physical state from a distance] I, uh... I hope you know everything they said wasn't true. Except for the job part. It is my job to keep citizens like you safe, but it doesn't mean I don't care about you.

[They continue staring in silence. It takes a moment for NELL to think about the gag, more focused on the fact that RED isn't normally so... docile? This was the most calm and peaceful NELL has ever seen him act.]

[NELL motions his head to gesture to RED that he can't talk, due to the gag.]

RED: [rushing over] Shit, right, sorry.

[RED kneels down to free NELL from his bonds. As soon as his mouth is free, NELL stretches his jaw, then speaks.]

NELL: You don't have to care, Red.

RED: [Stops working on the bonds for a beat] What?

NELL: I don't- I don't mind being an obligation to you. [Quick deep breath] It doesn't really matter to me how you feel about who I am as a person, because regardless, you come to my rescue. Every time you save me, you remind me that my life might be worth preserving.

RED: [Bashful as he undoes the bonds] That... really means a lot, knowing I can remind you of that. [The bonds are loosened and dropped.] But for the record, I do care about you. You're more important to me than an obligation, Nell. If you feel like no one's on your side, don't forget that I am.

[Both are silent for the following moments as RED assists NELL in getting to his feet and straightening himself out. The silence is awkward for a moment, but NELL displays his appreciation through a soft smile and lingering touch.]

RED: ...so. [puts his thumbs in his pants pockets, trying to act casual] I know this is farther out than usual from your neighborhood. Do you need a ride?

NELL: You have a driver?

RED: I've got a bike.

NELL: [surprised, but not upset] Like, a motorcycle?

RED: [nods] I can give you a lift back to your place. It's faster than calling a rideshare, and safer than wandering Gotham at this hour. [Affectionately exasperated] As you often tend to do.

NELL: [soft laugh] My friend Jason has a motorcycle. I rode it with him once. I panicked, but he was such a gentleman about it. Uh... I guess what I'm saying is sure, I'll ride with you.

RED: [flustered by a mishearing of the statement] You'll what.

NELL: Ride with you. I trust you.

RED: Ah. Right. [Clears throat] Uh, yeah, it's tucked away outside. Come on.

[RED holds his hand out, and NELL takes it. They chat as they begin to exit.]

RED: So... what was that about Jason being a gentleman?

[END SCENE]

#pen of the prince's heart #a heart for a hood

[romaritimeharbor]

THE SHORT. THAT SHORT. OH MY GOD. I AM NEVER GOING TO SHUT UP ABOUT THIS. (spoilers ahead btw. for anyone reading this.)

we finally get arlecchino backstory! and her real name?!?! peruere is such a cute name omg. seeing her as a child was so adorable!! and her crush AHEM friend clervie!!!!!! i love them being friends, i love them being so happy and innocent together before… yeah…

the parallels between crucabena being a kind and sweet ‘mother’ on the outside while truly cold and cruel towards her children, while arle is unfeeling and strict on the outside but a caring ‘father’…. holy shit. arlecchino’s character is so fascinating. i want to write a proper analysis on her soon, but i’m gonna wait until i get more from her actual character details to post it.

i want to know more about arle’s curse… i am hoping there is more explained in her stories because what theyve shown so far is so interesting?????? i need to know more!?????

AND FREMINET OH MY GOD I ALMOST FORGOT HIM (that was freminet right???) arlecchino promising to raise him as her child… being a ‘strict and unfeeling father’ as opposed to crucabena’s false sweetness…

other little details i loved were scara’s coat being slightly too big for him, THE SYMBOLISM WITH THE FLOWERS, the entire fight scene is so well animated—actually scratch that. the animation in general is so incredible, if we see more like these im going to go feral. (i say, as if i am not already going feral over this one AHDHJSGSKA)

THE SHORT. AUGHDNFKEHDJDHENSG. THE SHORT. I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS.

spoilers hehe

i don't know much about latin, but i believe "peruro" means "to burn" or something of the like. maybe that's where "peruere" came from???? WHICH WOULD MAKE SOO MUCH SENSE I AM SO INSANE ABOUF HER

she was such a cute lil baby :((( ahh yes arle and her crush I MEAN clervie 😇 they were so cute and happy before. erm. yeah. t. they never got to see the lights together :( crying rn

GOD EXACTLY YOU SEE WHAT I SEE WE ARE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH 🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝

crucabena, the kind and nurturing "mother"... or so it seemed. she who did not care for her children at all.

arlecchino, the cold and unfeeling "father"... or so it seems!! she who cares very deeply for her children, i think.

AND YEAH I THINK THAT WAS FREMI??? BC WE KNOW HE WAS LIVING UNDER CRUCABENA'S REIGN BEFORE ARLE KILLED HER SO?!?!?!? I THINK THAT WAS HIM

everything about this has me going insane i. Hdnebskdhenshekdh arle release WHEN 4.6 WHEN HYV STOP TEASING US AND JUST DROP THE UPDATE PLEASE PLEASE PLE

edit: ALSO YOURE SO REAL AND VALID ABOUT HER CURSE I WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT IT SOO BAD??? WHY IS SHE CURSED???? WHAT HAPPENEDBEKSHSN *head in hands* i am so normal :)

#✧— aphe's letters from avery.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

For the 20 questions ask game!

18. Share the scene you just wrote, written from another character’s POV.

wip game!

this took me a minute because i got food poisoning this week, however i finally finished it! this is from Slider's perspective from a piece entitled innocent (but it's originally from Rebel's perspective)

cw: underage drinking

He watches the door screen door shut behind you before he lets out a sigh, letting his head fall into his hand. 

God, what a fucked up situation this was. 

Your Dad, who was rarely home, now home for an undetermined amount of time as he recovered from injuries that should’ve killed him. 

Your godfather, home now because of an illness that could very well kill him. 

And quite frankly, he’d expected you to break. 

The guilt was all-consuming, the way he had expected this to break you, to evoke the side of you he hadn’t seen since you were nineteen. 

The two of you had never discussed those months, and especially not that night. You’d apologized to Ice, he knew that much, after a less than ideal trip to D.C. The conversation the two of you had had in that city had brought you all the closer together. 

He knew you had promised your Dad you wouldn’t drink. He knows that you stuck to it, even after you turned 21. You rarely consumed alcohol as it was, only on special occasions or out at nice dinners. 

What you did on base and on deployments was something he had no idea about but he knew, that at the very least, you rarely picked up a drink when you were with them. 

He’d never trusted what Tom and Pete saw in your conversations, saw in you, that you had really changed, that you were sorry. He always held tight to his suspicions that one day, you’d pick the bottle back up and not put it back down again. 

But you’d handled everything so well. 

Which almost made him more scared, that you were the rock for the family when so long everyone had been looking out and taking care of you. You were holding it together too well, and he knew that no matter what, you would eventually break. 

And he wanted you to trust him enough to come to him when the storm hit, because it would, and it would hit hard, and he knew you wouldn’t without an apology. 

It was long overdue anyways. 

He slips out onto the front porch where you’re sitting, holding two cans of the soda you drank like it was water, though it was probably a habit he encouraged considering he picked you up a case every time he went to Costco. 

He holds out the cna to you before sitting down next to you on the porch swing. 

There was a storm rolling in off the coast, remnants of a tropical storm, warning of trouble to come. 

“Kiddo, I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” 

You hum, looking up at him. “Am I in trouble?” 

His heart clenches at the thought that you might think the only reason he’d want to talk to you is yell at you. 

He’s quick to shake his head. “No, no, not at all. I owe you an apology.” 

You quirk an eyebrow. “What? Why?” 

He swallows. “For what happened when you were at UCSD.” 

He sighs, shifting to lean his forearms on his knees. “I owe you an apology. I should’ve told you I was sorry a long time ago, but I haven’t.” He shakes his head, looking away from you. “I’ve spent a long time holding my breath. I thought that maybe we hadn’t seen the end of it, that maybe Pete and Tom were wrong about you moving past that. But-” Slider cuts himself off, letting out a breath through his teeth. “You have handled this all with so much grace, that I have to admit kid, that I was wrong. I was always so caught up on your safety, on making sure that you were still around to have a future, that I missed out on you growing up. I was wrong that night, to accuse you of that and I’m sorry for it. And I’m sorry for every day that I’ve held it over you, whether you knew it or not.” 

He glances over you as you’ve gone quiet before realizing you’re crying. 

Oh, he’s really fucked this up hasn’t he?

He reaches over, quick to pull you into a hug. 

“It doesn’t matter Sli.” 

He pauses, blinking. “What do you mean?” 

You shake your head, looking back out at the storm. “None of it matters.” You shrug. “None of it matters, cause I never forgave myself for doing that or for the hell I put everyone through.” 

“Kid-”

“No, because why should I? All I did was drink and make friends with shitty people and hurt everyone around me just because I was hurting.” 

#same mistakes #kylie answers #like father like daughter

[llycaons]

ep50 (2/4): family time - tying up loose ends and revealing secrets

aw man :( he clearly wants to, so badly. I'm really heartened by this, actually. jc telling him not to go will only work for so long, and jl has always been rebellious. he loves wwx. I think he's gotten over a lot of his embarrassment about showing him that, too. and wwx has been freed from a lot of the guilt associated with jzx's death, so I imagine he'll be even more ready to interact. they have a relationship waiting for them in the future. that warms my heart more than almost anything else in the finale

this scene is so gorgeous. I don't care that it's full summer out there, right now it's autumn and that's relevant metaphorically! season of change, season of death, season of endings. a beautiful season

jc is mocking wen qing's last words and wwx's advice, but the thing is...yes. yes. if he wants a relationship with wwx, there's going to be pain to work through. there's going to have to be forgiveness too, on both sides. there's going to have to be gratitude. that's what it means to be two imperfect human beings who care about each other in an flawed world. and that's true for anyone jc could want to have a relationship with, not just wwx. if he persists in this, he's dooming himself to isolation

have I mentioned I love jin ling

ah, l Iove this shot. the raised hand, the threat. but he doesn't hit jin ling. I mean, it's indicated he hadn't really before either, but the framing makes it significant. this is a change. these things will fall away and be gone. the tone for this scene is so melancholy

jin ling's persistence ♥♥♥♥ him never shutting up might be a significant factor in their reconciliation. also, the other translation said 'bullshit' instead of 'lies' for his next line. I like that better. let jin ling say bullshit!!!

oh god, I'd almost forgotten. it's such whiplash to be thrown 20 years, 35 episodes into the past. months in real time. but what happened back then still matters, it still impacts the characters in the present. and jc, for once in his life, acted completely selflessly for wwx. he offered himself in wwx's place. and for all the things he held over wwx's head, he never, never brought it up to him. fuck

this is such a gorgeous shot

believe it or not, I only cried once this episode and it was here. MAN. the complicated relationship, the love and grief and bitterness and anger. the single tear. the well-wishing to someone too far gone to hear it. I'm proud of him for this. it's real growth. now if they'd only communicate...

I've seen posts positing that wwx's ending isn't actually a happy ending and in fact he truly wanted to just stay with jc, but I find those narrow-minded and simplistic. he misses LP terribly and of course he cares about jc, but the story is about moving forward, about moving onward and recovering despite the terrible things that happen. wwx needs to heal, and he needs to do it somewhere where he'll be allowed to flourish, and that certainly can't be with jc or at LP. there's been too much between them, and jc isn't ready for it

I also think it's complicated. I think you can want something, or miss something, while knowing it's not the right choice for you. if jc offered his position back to him at that very instant, I don't think wwx would have taken it. I also don't think wwx needs any one thing to be 'truly' happy, whatever that means. I don't think any one thing could guarantee it. I don't think true, uncomplicated, perfect existential happiness even exists, not in the way it's described in those posts. I think the wwx of 20 years ago and the wwx of the present day are at different point in their lives, and they need different things. I don't even think wwx's only or most important goal is his own happiness. but we do know that he likes being with lwj, that lwj supports and protects him, that he's closer now with lwj than probably with anyone else, that they trust each other mutually, that he left with lwj, and it's with lwj he wanted to stay.

speaking of which...

I do think he's happy, here. playing with his flute was something he did as a careless young master, and it's nice to see that innocent playfulness back

he's so excited to hear what lwj had to say...he probably thought lwj would confess (finally) and then seeing lzx and wen ning like UGH 🙄 always getting in the way of my lwj time, those two

I was such a mess first watching this. cried like a baby

HAPPY TEARS FOR WWX!!! FINALLY!!!!

LMAO. immediately after lwj is like 'you taught him too 🥰' he says this

oho! I have previously dismissed lsz as rather boring, but he does indeed have a rascally streak!

more soulful staring, their favorite couple activity. along with fighting

YES. after all the injustices and cruelties the wens have suffered, they can finally rest in peace, honored by their remaining family and remembered by one wen ning

also...I wish we'd been able to hear lwj and lsz's conversation bc is lsz really not angry at ALL that lwj lied to him his entire life??? but I geuss it's not relevant to wwx's journey, so

wwx offering to come might have been for his own sake as much s for wen ning's sake, but I like that wn pushes back. it's not rejection, it's reassurance. wwx, this is no longer your burden. leave it and rest. we will never forget what you did, but you no longer have to bear these lives

and this too!! I worry about wen ning being alone, but he's also not been truly independent...ever? I'm glad for him, that he'll find his own way. maybe he'll collect distant family members of the wens, or take care of kids, or grow a garden. something in a community, something that he can build. wwx brought him back to live this life, and he's going to live it no matter what kind of body he's living it with

wwx waving with his dizi 🥺 like he did with jyl all those years ago. it's sweet, it's familial it's fun. for all I said before, I think it's clear that wwx is so happy in this part of the episode

our good-byes to the wens, a central family in the plot and character arcs of almost every single major character. the only two left, off to clean their ancestral tombs and mourn their long dead. a bittersweet ending for an entire family, but not quite so bleak as it could have been. and it's through the cracks that these kinds of stories survive. compared to what could have been, two people are everything

#cql re-rewatch

[yazzydream]

Too Flawless (Gojo Satoru Playlist)

I made a Gojo playlist not to long ago... and then more playlists for other characters too. Lol. Anyway, thought I’d share it now. → [Spotify Link]

1. Mada Minu Ashita ni (Into the Unseen Tomorrow) - Asian Kung-Fu Generation Chosen by Gege Akutami.

[...] We who are presently here Yes, to an unseen tomorrow No matter how sad the ending awaiting us is Let's call it Hope

2. Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic Because I'm a cliche.

Oh my, it feels just like I don't try Looks so good I might die All I know is everybody loves me Head down Swingin' to my own sound Flashes in my face now All I know is everybody loves me Everybody loves me

3. YES MOM - Tessa Violet Lyrics are pretty self-explanatory. But specifically, some imagery of Gojo's "honored one" scene comes to mind.

Bet you've been a fan of me See me in your fantasies Everything I got, I got working for me so Eat that, peep that I'm the one to beat, yeah [...]

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20/20 vision with ambition's how I'm made I can't keep from winning when it's in my DNA Push me down and I bounce right back Trampoline and it's in my past Rising like a phoenix making fire from the ash, yeah

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God, it's such a treat Just getting to be me Spending all my time on what I want Looking in the mirror I'm so glad I'm here [...]

4. Without Me - Eminem Gojo is a headache everyone wouldn't miss. Especially those higher ups in jujutsu society.

So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me so let me see They try to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me

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Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me

5. Can I Get a Witness - SonReal Some meme songs are really too good.

No, I ain't too flawless and no, I ain't the best And no, I don't say sorry and no, I ain't perfect But I am the man, I am the man Shots fired

6. Trust Issues - Emei I mean, Gojo has this whole grand ambition to change all of jujutsu society because he doesn't trust the ones who do control it. (For good reason.)

Calling them incompetent 'cause I might need control Recovering perfectionist, I'm learning to let go

7. Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer POV: The singer talking about Gojo. Reminded of that one comment Akutami made about how he can't imagine Gojo being sincere to a woman specially.

Fight so dirty but your love's so sweet Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go

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Call me in the morning to apologize Every little lie gives me butterflies Something in the way you're looking through my eyes Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

8. comedy - Sion Inspired by that one color spread of Gojo and Getou standing as a manzai duo.

No way, tell me this is just a part Of a comedy TV show or a prank You told me, yeah, that we'll only have to laugh My eyes are sweating in regret, so please explain Oops, I did it again If they don't let me play, they all go away Hey, we're friends 'til the end Be mine or it ends You just can't keep a good guy down

9. hot girl bummer - blackbear Honestly, Gojo vibes~✨ And that one line about how he can't be boxed in is too perfect.

Fuck you and you, and you I hate your friends and they hate me too Fuck you and you, and you This that hot girl bummer anthem Turn it up and throw a tantrum This that hot girl bummer 2-step They can't box me in, I'm too left This that drip that's more like oceans They can't fit me in a Trojan [...]

10. Drugs (feat. blackbear) - UPSAHL

So, you say you're moving out of state Soon as you graduate... interesting (yeah) Anyway, you're leaving Need a hug? Okay then Call me up, no, thanks man

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[...] So just stop the faking Not for here for nameless faces Pointless talkin', conversations [...]

11. High Enough - K.Flay Gojo reaching enlightenment.

I used to like liquor to get me inspired But you look so beautiful, my new supplier I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking But I found a different buzz The world is a curse it'll kill if you let it I know they got pills that can help you forget it They bottle it, call it medicine But I don't need drugs

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Cause I'm already high enough […]

12. STRUT - EMELINE Gojo Satoru, shameless human dumpster fire.

They say I'm tragically obsessed Hot mess, God forbid, I'm getting what I like Every night, make 'em livid All these saints are watching me My sex life like TMZ You're welcome, bitch, the show is free I don't do the walk of shame, I strut (strut) [...]

13. you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish Gojo's just biding his time.

Bite my tongue, bide my time Wearing a warning sign Wait 'til the world is mine Visions I vandalize Cold in my kingdom size Fell for these ocean eyes You should see me in a crown I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by, one by one, one by, one by [...]

14. Kid in a Candy Store - JoJo Siwa Obligatory ode to Gojo's love of sweets. 🍭

I don't need no money, just a little bit of honey Got a jellybean heartbeat keeping me hungry Chocolate and vanilla with a strawberry swirl I'll never sugarcoat it, I'm my own kinda girl

15. Candyman - Christina Aguilera

[...] There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm He's a one stop shop, makes my panties drop He's a sweet talkin', sugar-coated candyman A sweet-talkin' sugar-coated candyman

16. IV. Sweatpants - Childish Gambino Gojo is that rich kid asshole.

[...] I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (Why) Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain (Whyyy) Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you [...]

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I'm winning so they had to dump the Gatorade And I don't give a fuck about my family name

17. Villain - Bella Poarch

I don't know why I'm like this, I'd love to piss you off Something in my psychosis finds it a little hard I always got good intentions, you tell me I saved your life But I'm craving your attention (and you know that I've got two sides)

18. Gojo Flow - DizzyEight, Mix Williams A song written specifically for Gojo. There’s a bunch of these on Spotify, but only a few I like.

I got that Blindfold Swag, that limitless energy, I'm a menace to society, woah

19. My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone So many of the lyrics are so on point I'm left baffled.

They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head I'll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said They tell me I'm so humble, I say, "I'm turning red" They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled They give so much to me, I'm losing touch, get me? Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds, they just let me

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They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the facade Six-feet off the ground at all times, I think I'm feeling odd No matter what I make, they never see mistakes Makin' so much bread, I don't care that they're just being fake They tell me they're below me, I act like I'm above The people blend together but I would be lost without their love

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Can you heal me? Have I gained too much? When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch Is there a real me? Pop the champagne It hurts me just to think and I don't do pain

19. Shame On Me - Avicii Closing out with the second song chosen by Akutami. Pretty sure he's trying to tell something to those who love Gojo. lmao

I'm baptized and born again Imma raise hell to the bitter end I'm a crazy little bitch in the first degree Shame on you for loving me

#Jujutsu Kaisen #jjk #playlist #gojo satoru #my jjk #jjk spoilers

[starghost-fics]

I keep forgetting to do this despite the fact that it brings me genuine joy to revisit this. Life, man. Anyway, shout out to @relembla for commenting on the last commentary <3 and reminding me!

Chapter 5—what priceless relics: In which Cyrus recovers, Therion does some acting and also mocking of his adopted sister Tressa, and Cyrus and Therion go for a walk. No one has any emotional problems or distress about gods or magic or injuries. Nope.

some rambling commentary:

I meant to do more with Cyrus having a long-term injury, but did not. Classic me. Wrote a whole other fic leaning that way, though.

I don't mind it this way—him worrying about it and hiding it.

Have I mentioned before that I love Therion and Tressa, antagonistic siblings?

And a little bit of the Therion and Alfyn friendship/time traveling as a pair sneaking in. Therion knows the story of Alfyn's bag, and he knows a lot about him and Zeph, because they were the two who started out together. Alfyn likes to talk.

But if I recall, I didn't mean to write this scene at all. I certainly didn't mean for it to go on through several playacting moments. Whoops!!

Did you ever watch The West Wing? There's an episode where a character is just recovering from a traumatic injury, and when he finally gets to go outside calls himself an outdoorsman and another character immediately is like "I told you to shut up about being an outdoorsman oh my god i'm so over this (thanks for not dying)"

Anyway that was in the back of my head as Therion and Cyrus stroll through the trees.

Therion why're you dwelling on Cyrus's pretty blue eyes, huh, someone might think you have a crush or something

"you're smart!" cyrus says, hearts in his eyes, and therion flees the compliment. Just love to emphasize that Therion is aware how much he maybe missed out on, the life he got stuck with. (But it's not too late, darling, it never is, that's what Cyrus is trying to tell you.)

Ohhh Therion with that exclamation I think you've been stewing on this chosen-by-a-god thing for a while.

"he's sure that being enraged and terrified have nothing to do with what happened" hmmmmmmmmmmm

This bit, with Therion finally talking about the fight, this is where I was trying to, among other things, show the intelligence that Cyrus sees in him. He's not formally trained, but he felt that magic and he can talk about it, compare it, analyze it. He knew what to do with it.

(Also the way he learns to forage for Alfyn without really trying.)

Love to end with Therion making a defensive and bad choice. Baaaabe you're a mess.

#octopath traveler #fanfic commentary #cyrus albright #octopath therion #cyrus/therion #therion #fanfic #ao3 #alfyn greengrass #tressa colzione #fic: if the gods should touch you

[khaleesiofalicante]

Oh Alec baby, I know that you’re upset but you know just how quickly shit blows up on the internet, that nothing is really as it seems. It’s so hard to see this poor man in pain like this, getting ridiculously drunk and having a full on breakdown (praying for him and that hangover lol, the regret). A part of me thinks he needed that, to finally let out all those emotions and process that anger that he has kept bottled up. It’s sad that it’s being projected onto Magnus, a part of me hopes he doesn’t hear the voicemail because Alec said some horrible stuff that just went too far (Rafe we need you, be stealthy and delete the voicemail). I think these the photoshoot plus baby rumors triggering deep wounds in Alec was what he needed though. Finally get it all out so that he can let go of that old version of his and Magnus’ love, those old versions of who they were to each other, of the life they wanted and finally find his closure to move forward. He has held on so tightly to this idea of Magnus and being married to him that I think now he is beginning to accept defeat, leaning into the powerlessness and finally realising just how much he can’t control.

Even if Magnus doesn’t hear the voicemail, this is going to cause more distance between them. You know Alec is going to be SO much more awkward now. I don’t see him being overly friendly (or flirty) to Magnus (until he finds out the truth), maybe more civil and just focused on being a good coparent. I’m intrigued how Magnus will respond to this more distant Alec? He’s so used to an Alec that is verbal and expressive, I don’t think he will deal well with an Alec that is more quiet and pensive (almost like they are starting to mirror each other now). I suppose we won’t be getting any longing stares for while 😞

I will always hold hope of them starting something new but it can never be what it was, they were running on empty, trying to get to their destination on desperation, clinging to their love with eyes wide shut. Sometimes we don’t realise that holding onto what we think is happiness is often the very thing that is blocking us from what we truly deserve. We only know as much as we allow ourselves to be open to experience. We hold onto so much in our lives because we fear that we can never have better. We cling to one form of happiness because it’s the best we’ve ever known (even if it hurts).

My favourite line from this chapter (god I just love Ragnor and his sagely advice):

“Give him space to recover and restrengthen. He’ll come back to you when he is ready.”

It’s funny that this was about Magnus but I feel like it speaks to Alec a lot more now. He’s never really given himself space to heal, process his emotions and be selfish towards his needs. I swear, the man has the word ‘duty’ running through his bloodstream. He’s definitely getting better and has grown so much but healing has so many layers. Sometimes we have to hit rock bottom to see just how deep we are submerged, Magnus had that with the divorce and episodes (prior to and after), I hope this is Alec’s moment to find his redemption/empowerment/closure. The beginning of the fucking end.

(Also, Alec we love you but do not come for Luca 🙂)

Song req for Alec: Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

Yes. Nobody touch Luca!!

This was really amazing. Thank you for articulating your feedback and thoughts so well. I feel like I read an essay report/analysis on the chapter and I'm absolutely hear for it.

Writing this chapter was fun (because everyone - myself included - waited for this scene). But for me, I'm extremely excited to write the aftermath of it. I hope I do that scene justice. It's one of my faves to write yet.

Also, this song is one of my faves! How did you know! Omg! It's perfect. Thank you <3

#tlnd

[condorclaw]

Tommy frowned, staring.

Michael stared back.

Tubbo and Ranboo could only watch this scene unfold, somewhat expecting that this would happen between their friend and their son. What they didn't expect was how quiet Tommy was.

It was silent in the room for a minute or two more, before Tommy reached out a hand and softly booped the top of Michael's nose. The zombie piglin let out a honk of approval, making Tommy's eyebrows raise in amusement. With the piglin happy, the boy turned to face Michael's parents.

"I don't think this is a dog, fellas."

Tubbo and Ranboo both released large sighs of relief that they didn't even know they were holding in, Tommy slightly tilting his head in confusion.

"Well, we said he wasn't a dog, Tommy. We said he was our son."

"Some people call their dogs their kids, so I could only guess."

As the best friends talked, Ranboo gazed over at Michael with affection, feeling a grin spread across his face. What Ranboo didn't expect, however, was how closely Michael seemed to be watching Tommy.

Surprising Ranboo again, the piglin stood up on wobbly legs, trotting over to where Tommy was leaning on a piece of furniture. Snorting, he clutched on to one of Tommy's legs, leading Tommy to jolt from the sudden contact a little, before instinctively trying to lean away from Michael. Recognizing that Tommy was having a bit of a rough time at the moment, Tubbo leaned down and carefully removed Michael's arms from Tommy's leg, mumbling soft words of comfort and encouragement to both Tommy and Michael.

After Michael was removed, Tommy had to take a moment to catch his breath and clear his thoughts, his eyes shutting for a moment as he muttered unintelligible words to himself. Tubbo and Ranboo waited for him to recover, Michael watching with curiosity.

"A'ight, I'm okay now," Tommy inhaled deeply, letting out an equally deep exhale before opening his eyes again.

"I'm really sorry about that-" Ranboo began to apologize before getting cut off by Tommy.

"Nah, don't apologize, big man. Michael's a fetus, he doesn't know about complicated adult things like trauma."

Tubbo let out a snort of laughter, which Michael tried to copy the sound of.

"He's not normally physically affectionate like this on first meetings," Ranboo spoke, though mostly to himself more than anyone else.

Michael let out a squeal of frustration, alerting the trio to the piglin trying to wiggle out of Tubbo's arms. Tubbo and Ranboo's ears stood up in surprise at the sudden noise, the two looking down at their son worriedly. Tommy had looked startled when Michael began his outburst, but now looked much calmer as he leaned down a little to come face-to-face with Michael.

Tubbo and Ranboo's surprise grew even bigger as Tommy began to make squealing and oinking noises himself, causing Michael's fit to stop. The piglin's eyes were wide with excitement as Tommy spoke, his stubby arms starting to wave in excitement as he continued his excited honking, which Tommy responded to as well.

"What the fuck," Tubbo whispered in shock, his eyes wide, and Ranboo had to agree with him there.

Tommy proceeded to sit down on the floor, glancing up at Tubbo with a lopsided smile. "You can put 'em down, Big T. It's alright."

Following Tommy's instructions, Tubbo set his son down, who immediately sprinted towards the blonde at high speeds. He halted in his tracks when Tommy barked out another noise, one that Ranboo and Tubbo didn't understand, that brought Michael to a slower pace. It sounded somewhat familiar to Ranboo, but he didn't know why.

Michael ended up standing in front of a seated Tommy, the taller boy laughing as he reached out his hand slowly. The piglin stepped forward slowly, moving to grip one of Tommy's fingers gently, which allowed Tommy to carefully wrap his hands around Michael, lifting him up to eye level. Tommy let out a small noise again, causing Michael to oink in delight.

Smirking with satisfaction, Tommy looked back over at the stunned parents, sticking out his tongue a little. "Surprise, motherfuckers."

"HOW DID-" Tubbo began to belt out, quickly stopped by Ranboo by the taller boy pressing down on Tubbo's head gently. With this sign from Ranboo, Tubbo cleared his throat, continuing to speak.

"Tommy, and I mean this in the nicest way possible: how the fuck did you do that?"

"Wot? You jealous that I can speak piglin?"

Ranboo was learning so much today that he didn't expect in any way whatsoever.

"One," the enderman spoke, trying to keep his voice at a calm level while his husband stood slack-jawed. "Yes, I am. Two: how do you know piglin?"

The shit-eating grin on Tommy's face grew wider upon seeing how he stunned his friends, causing him to look back at Michael and speak in piglin once more, making the kid chirp out happily.

"Tomathy Danger Careful Kraken Innit Minecraft, you tell me what you just said to him right now," Tubbo folded his arms, trying to hide the previous shock on his face with little-to-no success. Ranboo, meanwhile, now had to process the fact that he had never known Tommy's full name.

"I just told him that I was cooler than the both of you," Tommy barked out a laugh, Michael giggling along with him as Tommy set him back down on the ground.

"Anyway," the blonde continued, watching as Michael began to walk in circles around him. "I learned piglin from Techno. He suggested we use it for commands in battle so nobody else would understand what we were saying."

It suddenly made sense what Tommy had said to Michael that sounded familiar. Ranboo had heard Technoblade use that exact sound when they were exploring in the nether, and had come face-to-face with a piglin squadron. "Wait, were you telling Michael to approach safely?"

"Hell yeah, Ranboob" Tommy gave a thumbs-up, Michael trying to copy the gesture with his own hooves. "When I was still living with him as well, I'd go to the Nether when we had nothing else to do. Yeah, the Nether is a horrible shitty place and I want nothing to do with it, but it was the only way I could make friends while I was still in exile."

"WAIT," Tubbo's eyes widened even more, his face looking like it might split open from surprise. "You spoke with piglins in the Nether!?"

Tommy's reply was shooting finger-guns towards his best friend with a grin, with Michael trying to copy them once more.

"As fascinating as this conversation is, and trust me, I'm absolutely going to ask you to death about this," Ranboo pointed at Tommy in a jokingly accusatory manner. "Tubbo, I think we just lost our son."

Tubbo looked towards Michael, the little one trying intensely to copy Tommy's movements. "God damn it Tommy, you stole our son."

"Hey, I'm not stealing him," Tommy protested with laughter, reaching over to gently pet Michael's head, Ranboo noticing how his touch lingered on the thin layer of hair, stroking it softly. Ranboo noted to himself that piglin hair seemed like a comfort texture to Tommy. He’d tell Tubbo about it later, but for now he’d play along with the bit of his friend stealing his son. “Oh really? Then why’s our son copying you?”

“Because I’m the coolest uncle.”

Silence stretched throughout the room once more, with both Tubbo and Ranboo’s eyes wide. The small on Tommy’s face slowly changed into a worried one, and he looked away from the couple and at the ground. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know if-”

“Watch how hard I can cry,” Tubbo mumbled, his eyes looking bright with joy before he went to Tommy’s side, kneeling down to give him a genuine smile. “Tommy, dude, I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Even better than Ranboo proposing to me.”

“Um, rude,” Ranboo giggled, kneeling at Tommy’s other side and allowing Michael to climb up on his lap. “But yeah, I know what Tubbo’s getting at. We weren’t sure if you would even want to be Michael’s uncle-”

“Wot?” Tommy sounded genuinely surprised at that, his own eyes wide. “Why wouldn’t I want to be? He’s my best friend-brother’s son!”

“I mean, yeah, but after what happened with Techno, we weren’t sure if piglins would...”

Tommy fell quiet, his eyes shifting to gaze at the ground as uncertainty crossed his face. After a stretch of silence, only filled with Michael’s occasional chirring, Tommy gazed back at the two parents. “As complicated as my relationship with Techno might be, that shouldn’t impact this little guy,” Tommy bore his fangs in a grin, making Michael clap with his little hands. “Besides, I can understand him while you two can’t. Who else is gonna teach you two piglin without fuss?”

“Are you holding our child’s language for ransom?” Tubbo was about to playfully punch Tommy in the arm, but appeared to suddenly remember the situation and placed his hand back down.

“Noooo, but now you two need me.”

Ranboo rolled his eyes, making Tommy pretend-pout at him. Tommy folded his arms, faking disappointment. “You’re so mean to me, Ranboo. I take back my marriage blessing.”

“My husband! No!”

“We can elope, Ranboo. Tommy can’t stop us.”

“I’m holding your whole son for ransom then.”

“Actually, I don’t need my husband anymore.”

“Tubbo! How could you do this to me?

And Michael squealed with delight as the three continued on into the night.

#uncle tommy my beloved #let them all be a happy family #dream smp #dsmp #c!tommy #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #michael #michael the piglin #c!michael #so many tags for this kid #michael underscore-beloved #my writing #my post #also quick information here! in my mind tommy doesn't like to be touched unless he knows it's comint #but even then it can only be slight taps or grazes because if something gets a full grip or constricts him in any way he has a panic attack #even if it's his hand clutching it too hard can result in him needing to get away as fast as he can

[hogwartsfirebolt]

cw: canon-typical child neglect

“We will come for you, Potter, you won’t know a single day of peace until you see us again.” Augustus Rookwood spat at Harry’s feet, but seeing as he was tied up, immobilized and held by two of their strongest aurors while six others swept through his house, it was a bit overkill.

“Draco,” Harry said, ignoring the spluttering criminal. “I saw a row of phials in the kitchen, care to give them a look?” He was already looking at something else as he gave the instruction, confident enough in his authority to know Draco would listen.

“Yes, sir.” Draco replied easily, watching his hands as he swept through files. The words turned Harry’s attention back to him — a raised eyebrow, the glimpse of a smile, cheeky, promising. After all, he was sir here, when they worked crime scenes together, and sometimes he was sir at home, too, when it was the last Saturday of the month and they were feeling adventurous.

Draco grinned back. Harry shook his head, the smile still present in his eyes, and went back to looking through Rookwood’s desk.

They’d hunted him for months, countless sleepless nights spent on the case — both of them were slight workaholics and never knew when to stop — endless missteps, near-catches, failed leads. It wasn’t often they got to work cases together anymore, not since Harry had been promoted to Head Auror and Draco put in charge of the Potion Control Department, and so they had given it their all, became the power team they’d been known as back in their Junior Auror Partners days.

It had been fun, seeing Harry in action again, aiding him, leaning on him as well. It had also been exhausting. They weren’t 20 years old anymore.

Finally, it was coming to an end, and it was like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Draco could already taste the fresh air of the Amalfi coast, where they’d be celebrating their sixth wedding anniversary as soon as they finished the paperwork.

“Here,” Junior Auror Healey said when Draco entered the kitchen, pushing a small cardboard box towards him over the table. “The boss said you had to look this over.”

Draco snorted. “The boss knows I don’t have to do anything. I won’t look if I don’t want to,” he said, already looking because well, he did have to.

“Oh, not the old married couple attitude, please,” came Ron’s voice from the living room, surprising a laugh out of Draco as he popped the cork off a phial with utmost care.

“Shut it, Weasley, I will end you and Harry won’t stop me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“What is it?” Healey whispered, awed, ignoring Ron completely as she stared at the burgundy fumes emerging from the phial in Draco’s hand. She’d always liked Potions, had asked to apprentice with him when her training ended in the fall. He beckoned her closer.

“Come on, you can smell it — there, what do you smell?”

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. “Poppy.”

He hummed. “Yes. It’s a powerful sedative, topped with golden spindle chord and moondust, from the looks of it. This could make someone sleep for years.”

“Honestly, I get why people would buy it. I know a few I’d like to give it to.”

Draco grinned. “Such a Slytherin. Careful, the Gryffindors here will try hard to take that edge off you.”

“That was one time, Malfoy,” came Ron’s voice once again, this time sending Draco and Healey into a full laughing fit.

When they recovered, Draco handed the potion back to her, safely corked. “They all look the same, but I’m not sure about the conditions they’ve been preserved in. Have Newton send them to my lab, will you?”

She nodded. Draco washed his hands and walked back into the house, drying them on the sides of his robe. He passed Ron, who was securing the wands they had confiscated, passed Newton, who was inspecting the spell damage on Daphne’s arm, and went to find Harry in the office where he’d left him, thinking it was time to leave, thinking of the hot shower and warm bedsheets waiting for them at home.

Instead, he found him by the stairs, breathing hard, eyes wide. He stopped, hackles rising, his heart speeding up immediately, attuned to Harry’s uneasiness.

“Harry? What’s wrong?”

“I’m — I’m not sure … can you hear that?” He raised a trembling finger, pointing out a sound. He had goosebumps all over his arms.

Draco blinked, focused, and then he heard it. A light tapping, coming from the cupboard under the stairs, and something softer, sweeter, a hum, almost as if someone were singing to themselves.

“Is that…?”

Harry blew up the door.

The child looked at them, eyes wide, swinging feet tapping against the side of a tiny cot. He looked confused rather than scared, as he sat there in clothes at least five sizes too big for him, messy brown hair covering his forehead. He couldn’t be older than four.

Draco knelt in front of him immediately, hands going up to his shoulders, his face, making sure he was safe. His heart was somewhere near his throat.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, which was the primary thing in the midst of the most disconcerting finding he’d made in his entire career.

The child shook his head. Hesitated. Then, in a sweet, small voice, “Where’s uncle Gus?”

Draco couldn’t breathe. “You’re Augustus Rookwood’s nephew?”

The child nodded.

“Where are your parents?”

“Uncle says they’re dead.”

“W- what are you doing in here? With the door locked?”

“This is my room.” Draco heard Harry make a choked up noise behind him, but didn’t turn to look. “Uncle Gus says I’m not supposed to bother him. Am I — am I bothering him?”

“No, no. Are you — how long have you…” his hands trembled, holding the child’s collar. “Do you live with anyone else?”

The child shook his head again. “Before, yes, but uncle says auntie Gertie is dead too.” There was a pause. Draco heard nothing behind him, but he couldn’t make himself look away from the kid, the hollow cheeks, the small frame. He looked starved.

“What’s your name?”

“Silas.”

“Are you hungry, Silas? When did you last eat?”

“I think — I think breakfast.”

“Today?”

“Yesterday.” He replied. Then, with curiosity, “Who are you?”

It was six in the evening. Nearly two full days had passed since his last meal. Draco closed his eyes, swallowed.

“My name is Draco. We will take you somewhere safe now, is that okay? You’re safe with us.”

Silas’ hazel eyes lit up. “You’re taking me away?” But his joy seemed to last merely a second, his gaze turning to his feet. “But uncle will be mad. I’m supposed to be good. Am I being good?”

“Oh god.” Came Harry’s voice from behind him, fractured. He fell to his knees beside Draco, pulled Silas off the cot, held him by the shoulders. “We’re going to help you, okay? You — you’re coming with us. You don’t have to come back here if you don’t want to, you’re safe, you … I promise. I promise we will keep you safe.”

Silas hugged Harry.

Haunted green eyes met Draco’s over the boy’s shoulder, those eyes he loved more than anything, holding unshed tears that seemed to go unnoticed, the depth of a decades-old pain coming to the surface, fresh once again, renewed.

There were things Harry couldn’t speak about. Hadn’t, not even once.

Now, it was all there in his eyes. A question.

Draco saw two neglected children, clinging to each other by a cupboard under the stairs, and knew what he was being asked. He didn’t need to think about it for even a second when he nodded.

Harry closed his eyes, hugged Silas tighter. “You’re coming with us.”

Written for @drarrymicrofic prompt - "Adoption"

#drarry #drarry microfic #drarrymicrofic #mine #drarry fic #draco malfoy #harry potter #mywriting